He lifted his cheek up to quietly fart one off, but a sprout came out almost whole. Then, having nowhere to go, it simply sat between his jockstrap and the heavy folds of his huge rump, gradually compressing until it resembled a hot patty of cabbage.
Tag: compression
Well hung
His Y-fronts were hanging off him, so heavily laden were they with hot loaves. It was a fantastic sight. Still, no reason not to sit down hard and make it all squelch out the sides.