A horrible chill ran across the boy as he hear Borris' taunt. Whenever Borris "spiced" someone, it was always gross. And considering his position, the Pint Puncher had a good idea as to what Borris had in mind. Unfortunately, because of his previous assault, the boy can't do anything to stop him. Borris grabs what he can so he can push down on the Pint Puncher as hard as possible. The Puncher hears the foreboding growl of his stomach, which he swears Borris let stretch out so he can really extend this spicing session. Borris grunts, and a cloud of methane and grossness washes over the Pint Puncher's face with a thunderous blast from his butt. The hero gags and twitches as little as he can, much to the boar's amusement.
"Didn't like that, eh? That's just the beginning of the end, boy!" the Puncher's tormentor taunts. He cruelly laughs as he feels his stomach grumble some more. More farts erupt on top of the Pint Puncher, Borris capping off the end of each blast by grinding his butt on top of the weakened hero, much to the Pint Puncher's disgust. Each initial blast's a nightmare for the boy already, but the grinding only made things worse. He isn't even sure if he'll be awake long enough for Borris to swallow him at this rate. Borris strokes his chin, wondering what to do next for his meal...
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