Mario and Sid's s night out
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We meet again at Sid's place.
"Ahh. I'm just about to burst!" Said a bloated-bellied Sid Crosby.
"Mind if I, um, rub your tummy?"
"Why even ask?"
Mario got enthralled by Sid's request, as he slid Sid's shirt just up enough for his belly to pop out, it letting out a *gurgle*.
"Woah. Amazing. Can't believe you could fit that much in there!" Mario said as he curiously poked at The Kid's gut, it purring in response as it continued its work.
"Uggh. Right there. Good boy, Mario, good boy." Sid moaned in pleasure, loving every last moment of his now arousing experience. It didn't stop there. Sid was feeling a little, um, queasy.
"Oh, M-m-Mario, would you mind?" Crosby asked, tapping upon his ever-so-full midsection.
"What else are friends for?" Mario proceeded with caution, for Sid was a rather delicate creature, with an even more delicate digestive system.
"Ooh. It's coming." Sid winced. The gas from all the beans was finally building itself up in his tummy, and now it was ready to be released, whether Sid liked it or not.
"Ohh, oww! Here it comes!"
"Please, let me." Mario poked an index finger into the swollen belly, as deep as it would go, so deep that Sid moaned painfully. To that, Mario shushed it. A magnificent PRAAAP! spattered out of Sid, Lemieux instantly getting a deep whiff of the poot.
"Mmm. Smells delicious. Care if I push a little more out of you?"
"Please, allow me." Sid massaged himself, letting an even louder one escape.
*FRAAAAP!*
"They're the sweetest smelling ones I've ever smelled. How? Just how?"
"Why don't you ask this?" Sid grabbed ahold of his calves, lifted his legs up high, and winced again as he shoved even harder.
*Ka-FLURP!*
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Mario nodded. "Off with the pants."