"Yeah, I do! Do it again."

He's not sure he heard you right but before he could answer, his butt does so for him.

Prrrrfffffffrrt~!

The poor, defenseless flowerbed behind him looked droopy and deprived of it's natural blooming colors. Instead of buzzing bees, flies have taken an interest. Before Alex could die of embarrassment, the foul stench chokes you. It was worse than the sewers were Krobus was hiding.

Something about the way you were willingly withstanding the aftermath of his diet sparked something inside him. He places a hand over his jean-clad ass and forces a subtle release into it. You almost don't hear it if not for the squeak it ended on.

With his free hand, he snakes an arm around your back and pulls you closer. Then he holds his warmed, perfumed hand over your mouth and nose.