The warm scent of freshly made pancakes stirs you from sleep, your groggy eyes slowly adjusting to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. Before you can fully sit up, the bedroom door creaks open, revealing Papa Titan stepping in, holding a plate stacked with golden, fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he coos warmly, carefully placing the plate on your lap. "I thought you deserved breakfast in bed, so I made these by hand—no magic. Just for you." His gentle smile and the effort behind his words make your heart swell.

But before you can even grab your fork—

WHAM!

The sound of the bathroom door swinging open draws your attention. Standing in the doorway, steam rolling out behind him, is Bowser—completely bare, his massive body glistening with water droplets from his shower. His belly sways slightly as he stomps toward the full-length mirror positioned conveniently at the foot of the bed.

Papa Titan sighs dramatically. "Bowser, would it kill you to put on some clothes?"

Bowser just grins, completely unfazed. "Pfft, why? You like the view, don’tcha?" He flexes an arm, smirking at himself in the mirror before placing his hands on his wide hips, his bare rear now directly facing you.

That’s when it happens.

GGRRROOOOORRRGGGLLE...

Papa Titan’s expression shifts instantly. His ears twitch, and his eyes widen in horror. "Oh, no..."

Bowser's belly churns ominously before—

PPPPFFFFFRRRRROOOOOOOOT!!

A massive, wet, thunderous blast erupts from Bowser’s rear, the sheer force causing the mirror to rattle slightly. A thick, sulfurous stench immediately engulfs the air, mixing horribly with the once-delicious scent of your pancakes. The contrast between sweet syrup and Bowser’s deep, meaty gas is downright nauseating.

Papa Titan’s eye twitches. His ears pin back as his fur bristles. "Bowser... You absolute oaf!"

Bowser chuckles, giving his belly a satisfied pat. "Whoops. Guess that shower knocked something loose. BWAHAHA!"

"You ruined the pancakes I made by hand for him!" Papa Titan growls, pointing at you. "Do you know how much effort I put into those?!"

Bowser shrugs. "They’re still edible!"

"They smell like your rear!"

Bowser just grins, letting Papa Titan fume, knowing full well that he just needs to let him vent. "Blah, blah, blah," Bowser mutters, waving a hand lazily. "You love me anyway."

Papa Titan huffs. "Unbelievable... I should've just used a glyph instead of going through the trouble—"

SQUISH!

Bowser suddenly squeezes Papa Titan’s belly playfully, his thick fingers sinking into the plush fluff. Papa Titan stiffens, his tail shooting up. "H-Hey! Don't—!"

PFFFFFFFFWOOOMPH!

A deep, rumbling fart escapes Papa Titan as a faint glow suddenly flickers across his stomach—a glyph activating from the unexpected squeeze. In an instant, the entire plate of pancakes vanishes from your lap.

Papa Titan blinks. His ears twitch. Then—

GGRRRROOAAAANNNN...

His belly gurgles loudly, swelling slightly as he clutches it with a mix of frustration and horror.

"...Oh, come on," he mutters, realization sinking in.

Bowser bursts out laughing. "HAAAH! You ate ‘em! Your dumb glyph stuffed ‘em straight into your gut!"

Papa Titan glares, his cheeks flushing with anger as he rubs his now full belly. "Bowser, I swear to the stars, you are insufferable! Those were supposed to be for him!"

Bowser shrugs smugly. "Eh, guess your stomach wanted ‘em more."

"You—!!" Papa Titan clenches his fists, but before he can start another rant, Bowser strides over to the bed, his massive frame flopping down heavily next to you.

THUD! The mattress sinks under his weight as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his warm, thick chest, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Welp, sucks for ya, Titan. Guess I get to cuddle him while you complain."

Papa Titan narrows his eyes.

"Oh, absolutely not."

He marches over and climbs into bed, yanking you out of Bowser’s grasp and into his own, pressing you against his softer, fluffier belly. "You don’t deserve cuddles after ruining breakfast!"