By: Darkbowser21
Sitting at his desk, Venus typed away, his scaly green complexion cast in the glow of his computer screen. Despite the early evening rays of the sun outside, his room was rather dimly lit, the biggest source of light being his monitor. He kept the lights off, and his curtains shut, preferring privacy for a number of reasons. One of those reasons soon made itself known.
“Hey Veeeenus~”
A sing-song voice called out to him, a sour, stinging smell creeping into his nose almost as soon as he heard it. He turned his head to greet the source of both only to be met by a sight that would have been deathly mortifying to most. Mere inches away was a bare, bone dry skull staring at him, its sockets filled with little more than a bright, glowing circle of light. Rather unfazed by it essentially appearing out of thin air, Venus rather dryly addressed the entity before him.
“Hello, Mal0. Can I help you?”
“Youuu need to clean out your phone."
“Wha- why…?”
The skull rose into the air as Mal0 stood up straight, revealing her full figure. Her body was that of some kind of canid, complete with claws, paws, and a tail. She had a head full of rich, thick, deceptively luscious hair that came down past her shoulders, but sat in the middle of it was a complete lack of a face. Reaching up, she turned on the overhead light, temporarily blinding Venus with the sudden flash. Once he recovered, he saw her looking down at him, her frame blocking more of the light than it once had.
Mal0 first started appearing when Venus had downloaded a similarly named app on his phone, showing up in the backgrounds of pictures and slowly creeping closer until she finally decided to introduce herself. As far as he could discern, she was, in essence, a walking, talking computer program, though with the way only he could see, feel, hear or smell her, virus might had been a more apt comparison. Whatever she might have been, she was undoubtedly paranormal as well, so try as he might, he hadn’t been able to get rid of her. Though, at this point, he wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to.
When he first “met” Mal0, she was overall quite slender, though generously proportioned to say the least. Her sizable rack was on frequent display due to her distaste for clothes, and her hips were by far the widest part of her. Now, that was all paired with substantially more plush thighs and quite the squishy stomach. Less immediately noticeable from this angle was her butt, which he could swear he occasionally heard clap when she walked. Her figure, and small aspects of her personality, had shifted over time. It seemed that the multitudes of software he installed to his phone had some degree of influence over her, the two apparently intrinsically linked. The more he downloaded, the bigger she got, and the more of a stinking, hedonistic slob she became. The already foreign aspects of manners or decency became completely alien over time, her tendency to crack one off from either end as disgusting as it was common. “Bloatware” was quite literal for her.
While most of these changes were due to how he managed his phone, Venus’ more day to day habits probably rubbed off on her a bit as well, his inclination towards the sour and unsavory proving to be quite tantalizing for her. She had gotten increasingly rancid, ripe, and rank as time went on, which was all a very complicated way of saying she fucking reeked horrendously, even worse than he did. Her noxious, room filling stench was a bit much, even for his pungently low standards, and she adored it. She would gladly bask in her own haze and huff her smog, taking pride in how foul she was. She did enjoy sharing her horrifically potent stink, just not as she loved indulging in it herself. Though, currently, there was a distinct deficiency of it, the only scent of hers filling the room being her hot, fresh body odor radiating off her. Looking closer, Venus saw where most of it was currently stored. Her already pudgy potbelly was a bit bigger than normal, noticeably bloated and, more importantly, audibly gurgling.
“Why? Because you have been downloading lots and lots of junk and then just deleting it! Do you know what happens to a file when you delete it? It doesn’t just magically disappear.”
“It ends up as-”
“It ends up as an over-writable blur.”
“You can’t handle it yourself?”
“I’ve been accumulating all your garbage data, from useless apps you keep deleting to dozens of different web pages, managing each worthless, single use cookie, and you’re not even going to help do anything about it? Look at how bloated I am!”
“That’s… fine. I think you’re exaggerating.”
Not satisfied with his answer, Mal0 stepped between Venus and his desk before climbing over him and sitting on his lap. Her fat, damp ass quickly began to soak his pants with sweat, the fabric darkening as the rancid, filth drenched moisture that was steeped into her fur found a new home. Sweat would soon be the least of his worries, her fluffy cheeks containing a multitude more horrors and the rest of her not much more pleasant.
“Do I need to shove you into my pits before you’ll agree? I know you love them, but fair warning, they’re delightfully ripe today.”
Looking to her means of persuasion, he could see the hair of her pit sticking out past her arm and through her fur, the courser strands visible and providing a sample of the smell as well. Deciding it was best not to push his luck, Venus sighed in reluctant acceptance. He didn’t mind helping her, in all honesty, but it always proved to be a whole affair, and he had things he needed to get done.
“Alright, alright. I need you to get off me first, then.”
“Great! I knew you’d see reason.”
“I saw the steam rising from your pits…”
In the living room, Mal0 laid back on the couch. Lifting her arms over her head, she let them air out and gave Venus a sample of their stench anyhow. They were already rotten, and he knew things were going to get worse as their session progressed, but he didn’t have much to do besides get it over with. Placing his hand on her stomach, he could feel how bloated she was in a multitude of ways. Her skin was taut, filled with highly compressed, undoubtedly equally noxious air that endlessly shifted around. Her gut gurgled in his palm, the raging winds of her tummy ache palpable. Biting the bullet and applying the slightest bit of pressure, Mal0 quickly kicked things off as she unleashed a small, curt burp, a cloud of muddied yellow haze spilling out alongside the sound. She followed it up with a satisfied huff, more than eager to manage her volatile case of bubble guts.
Beginning to properly work his hands, he started gently massaging her stomach. She responded in kind, the result of his efforts escaping her other end. Her bursts buffeted the couch beneath her, the dense cushion proving to be a great muffler and providing a bass rich sound. She continued to let them seep directly into it, the deep, heavy rumbles causing her ears to twitch and droop. She was very clearly enjoying herself, but for as good as it all felt she would still wince in pain as her gut flared. No matter how big an outburst was, they were each only a drop in the bucket. Every butt quaking blast and guttural belch felt great in the moment, but offered little long lasting respite, requiring Venus to keep going.
As her burps and the sparser leaking fumes from her ass filled the room, Mal0 couldn’t help but pipe up, teasing Venus and indulging her own fantasies.
“Bet you’re loving this, huh?”
“W-what do you mean?”
“Oh c’mon, I know you’re having so much fun clearing my cache. I can hear you sniffing~”
“I- I am not I-
“I can’t believe you can even handle the way I smell. Harder to believe that you like it~”
“W-what? N-no, I… I don’t…”
“You’re blushing. I can’t really blame you, it’s incredible.”
Lifting her knees and letting her feet dangle just beside her cheeks, Mal0 unleashed a burst of dry pops, letting far more smoke spill into the room. It was followed by a series of increasingly loud, long, wet and sloppy rips, the soundscape rapidly deteriorating with each one. She let out a much more satisfied groan, clearly reveling in the relief each release provided while Venus was busy coughing on them. The amount she enjoyed her own emissions was so hedonistic she made Venus look tame, and he was no stranger to marinating in his own miasma.
As Venus continued to work, the whole house filled with her smog, all the while his patient was in heaven. Visibility continued to tank, but through the thick mist of her putrid, swirling cloud bank of silicon scented poison, he could vaguely see the plants in the corner of the room begin to wilt and deteriorate. He let out a small sigh, more mildly annoyed instead of showing the concern such a sight would prompt in most. He had finally found plants that could withstand his stench… well, his current stench. They were supposed to help measure his steady progress of smelling worse, the point when they began to wilt a sign that he had grown even more eco-destructively disgusting, but them having the life drained out of them in an instant by Mal0 wasn’t really something he could complain about.
Feeling like he could begin to hear the air sizzle and that even his tolerance for raw, atmosphere ruining, air staining stink was running out, not that he was at any risk of falling unconscious, Venus dared himself to risk the limited fresh air left clinging to his lungs to check in on Mal0. The skulldog was half drunk on her own haze, but he did still manage to get through to her.
“Mal0… how much storage have I opened up so far?”
“O-oh, um… about- bhHHuUuUUUUURRrRrRRRP! a gig.”