Once after sneaking in on Paul lusting over his butt from back in the previous story, the other three Beatles began to see and treat their booties as the eighth wonders of the world as well. They all started sleeping with their butts sticking up in the air. "We don't want our precious bottoms to be squashed on an uncomfortable hotel mattress. I personally would always want to make sure my bum stays nice and round throughout the night." Paul explains to the reporters.
"Well what about those private massage sessions that are just for your butts? What do you have those for?" Another reporter asked.
"It's to keep them soft and tender. No one likes a rock hard butt." John replied. "We also do squats sometimes to make our beauties twice their size! A giant butt means more jiggling, hmm.. I think we can also invent twerking since we invented memes, selfies and photobombing."
"Why are you four so obsessed with your butts anyways? You do realize that you use them in the loo right?"
"We know but our booties have always been with us since the very beginning." George replied. "Every time we fell we land on our soft bums, every time we sit on these hard chairs our bums provide us with cushioning."
"Well why don't you reporters see them for yourself? Our asses need a rest after sitting on these chairs for so long." Ringo added.
Then the four got up, turned around and stuck their butts into the faces of the reporters. John brushed his butt against one whom fainted instantly, then Paul made his booty bounce right in front of another, Ringo then sat right on a third one and most shocking of all, George had farted right when his butt was in front of a reporter's nose.
"Oh, we should be going now or else our butts will be late for their massage."
After their massage, the Beatles all laid on their bellies on the hotel carpet, as usual, booties sticking in the air. "Hey Geo?"
"Yeah John?"
"What was that thing your butt did earlier? With the gas?"
"Huh? Oh that was a fart. Have you guys never farted before?"
"We burped a lot, but never farted."
"Ah, well I can show you how to fart! I did this a lot to annoy my parents and older siblings as a teen. Observe my butt closely."
George then positioned his bottom so it was sticking right into the air, then he gave his tushie a little shake to get the gas going. "Let 'er rip!" Then a giant fart erupted from his massive butt, nearly filling the entire room with gas.
"Wow! Can we try too?" Paul asked.
"Sure guys, make sure you eat lots of beans first though, they'll make you extra gassy!" George replied.
John, Paul and Ringo then made their way to the fridge and devoured as many beans as possible. "Ooh, my bottom feels like it's filling up with gas.." John moaned.
"That's good! That means a big fart is on its way out."
Getting down and sticking their enormous booties into the air, the three Beatles all farted in unison. Soon there was so much gas that everyone in the entire hotel had to evacuate.
"That was awesome!" John exclaimed. "Let's all do it together and make a big stink!"
Grinning widely, the Beatles ate even more beans until their bellies were filled to the brim. "This'll tear down the hotel! MWAHAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!" John cackled as he felt his butt fill up with more gas than ever before.
Getting down on their hands and sticking their now swollen booties into the air, each Beatle let out a giant fart and then the hotel crumbled.
"Wow! We have super farts! We gotta tell Brian about this!"
"He's right behind us John, glaring at us.." Ringo mumbled.
Turning around, the Beatles saw that their manager wasn't happy with what they'd done. "You tore down a whole building with gas?! How is that even possible?!" He screamed.
"With our super farts!" John replied with glee. "I'll bet the Who would be so jealous after they hear what we did to OUR hotel!"
"You can't keep farting like this boys.. What if you turn all of England into a biohazard? Or worse yet.. What if you all get hurt or get your lungs damaged from all the gas?.. Or-"
"What? Our butts take over our minds and want to take over the world?" Paul snickered. "Yeah right Brian. We'll be fine you'll see."
"Well you know I'm supposed to look after you all right? I need to make sure you're all well and safe. I can't bear the thought of losing you."
"We'll be alright Eppy, don't worry about us." George told him before letting out another huge fart, causing Brian to scurry away from the stench. "Let's go fart on everyone!"
And because the Beatles have totally lost their minds right now, they kept running up to everyone and farted on whoever they saw, including Pete Best who wanted to pay them a visit. "All of a sudden I don't feel bad about leaving the group." He thought as Ringo twerked while farting into his face.
As they farted, their butts got bigger and rounder. Soon they were as big as beach balls. But that wasn't all, while the Beatles were sleeping in another hotel, their butts somehow awoke and began to talk to each other through farts. Don't ask me how this is possible, it's a fanfic, anything can happen.
"Hey Paul-Butt! Now that these guys are asleep what should we do?"
"Well I'm pretty relaxed right now John-Butt. But I say we make them sleepwalk to the fridge and eat some more beans, I want to be bigger!"
"Well while you guys do that, George-Butt and I will get another one of those fancy massages, we love them."
"Yeah! You might be bigger but we'll be squishier! C'mon Ringo-Butt!"
"Wait! Everyone, they mentioned about us taking over the world, how about we do just that? We can use our powerful farts to cause the biggest stink in the world unless we become earth's kings!"
"Oh that sounds even better than a massage! Let's do it John-Butt!"
With that the butts cackled throughout the night and set their plan into action. They got the Beatles to fart nonstop as they walked all the way to Buckingham Palace. Once inside the Beatles all bent over and began to shake their bottoms to get the gas going, releasing yet another big stinker and causing everyone to evacuate.
"Yes! Now we shall become the new overlords of this country!!" The Bootles all cheered. "Today England, tomorrow the world!!"
And so the Bootles have taken over the planet and became the overlords of Earth. But hey at least they managed to stop all the wars, put the US president out of power and got everyone to only listen to classic rock and banned any modern artist from big name radio stations.
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"Okay seriously? What kind of an ending was that?" Paul asked.
"Hey I dunno, after the last story Rita sure seems to enjoy making us love our butts. What's next? Will the next oneshot have us marrying our damn behinds?!" George growled.
"I dunno, I kinda liked that idea, it's original." John replied.
"That's because no ones dumb enough to think of an idea like that."
"Hey don't be rude Paul!" Ringo told him. "Rita likes to do things that haven't been done before by other Wattpad writers. She experiments with different ideas and this is one of them."
"Well.. I suppose it is cool to try new ideas for a story."
