In A Giant's Grip

[tparker48]

This story is from the following requests, I hope you all enjoy^^:

Jaku85:

Can you make an AV story where a jock finds a nerd alone takes advantage of him by shrinking him the slowly sucking him in his butt while pelting him with farts then before the nerd is sealed away his friends call out for him so the jock sucks him all the way in they ask the jock where their friend is and he jokes in his ass they do not believe him as they walk away but one of them hears there friends last scream through the jocks fart

The jock’s name is chris

The nerd’s name is Caleb.

Thehornytinyman:

Please make a story where a guy accidently drinks a friend shrinking potion thinking it’s a drink. And falls in his gym bag and is brought home with him. And his friend finds him and uses him as a buttplug that he passes around with all his gym buddies pleaseee

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I cannot miss this opportunity!

The gym’s parking lot was filled with cars, stretching toward the street. After managing to find a spot, Caleb rushed inside. Crowds of gym goers flooded the lobby, pouring deeper into the gym like a river inside a cave. 

A slim flyer dangled over the pathway, a thin purple bottle displayed upon it. “Bombastic power” the flyer read, written in bold letters. 

The name alone sent a shudder down his spine. For weeks he followed the brand through their YouTube channel. Every so often they give samples to local gyms, allowing those lucky enough to be there to try out their new flavors before it goes on market in a month or so.

He dreamed of the day that they’d be in his city. And now here they are at the gym, awaiting for those new lucky triers. And this time, he's gonna be one of them to try it.

The line inched at snail’s pace, following the rope barricades deeper into the gym. Caleb’s head throbbed with each take he made, bumping into the shoulder of the body builder in front of him. He trailed  the screen of his phone, and scoffed. He figured the energy drink would be popular, but not this popular.

 He peered over the shoulder of a bodybuilder, snorting at the sharp smell of axe bleeding from their tank top. A gap separated the line, a staff member sorting the goers in chunks before they disappeared beyond the metal doors. Come on, can’t this line go any faster? 

Caleb leaned closer, his chin kneading the ball of the bodybuilder’s shoulder. His foot caught along one of the pedestals, throwing him upon the back of the man’s shoulders. Their body bucked, springing Caleb backwards as he tripped into the slim rope of the barricade. 

“Hey! Watch where you’re bumping!” The bodybuilder brushed his shoulder, moving forward with the line.

Caleb rubbed his soaring rear. “You watch where you’re bumping!”

Getting to his feet, he approached the gap behind the bodybuilder, only to be met by the palm of a staff member. 

“Hold it! Any guest who steps out of line must return to the back of the line.” the staff member said.

“What?!” Caleb. “But I was pushed out!”

“Sorry but rules are rules.” The staff member said, before turning to direct the line.

The line continued, the broad shoulders of the body builders disappearing beyond the metal doors. With little choice, Caleb gave the staff member a cold stare, returning to the entrance. His heart sank as he reached the end of the line. It had almost doubled in size, more flooding in by the seconds. 

Caleb groaned. No way in hell am I getting back in that line now.  

He licked the dryness of his lips, his tongue sliding against his teeth. Skipping breakfast to get here was starting to catch up to him. May as well get some grub, it wasn’t like he was going anywhere at this point.

He traveled along one of the connecting hallways to a vending machine. He grabbed himself a gatorade and a protein bar, sitting along one of the benches. 

“Caleb?” a voice rang from the hallway. Caleb turned to see his friend Gabe, one of his old friends during his college days.  “Aha,I thought that was you!”

“Gabe?” Caleb said. “I didn’t think I’d see you here working out.”

“Working out?” Gabe cocked a brow.  “I’m doing nothing of the sort! I’m here on a mission to complete my experiment.”

Caleb huffed, taking a bite out of his protein bar. “An experiment? Hate to break it to ya but..the gym doesn't have any fancy chemicals like the ones you got lying around your lab.”

“I’m not looking for chemicals, I’m looking for results.” Gabe said. “This time I’ve managed to score an all time high for my record! I have finally made a potion to allow shrinking!”

Caleb pawed mid chew. “You’re still working on that?” He finally swallowed . “I thought you gave up that idea after the science.”

“I didn't have the knowledge that I had now.” His gloved fingers adjusted his glasses. “But this time, I’ve got all the ingredients that I need. In fact, invite you to come and see!”

Caleb glanced at the entrance, the crowd of people still flooding the lobby. Why not, at least it’ll give him some time to kill. He stuffed the last of his protein bar into his mouth, dusting crumbs from his shorts.

“I guess I can tag along.” Caleb shrugged.

Gabe eyes lit up. “I promise you, you won’t regret it!”

Gabe led them into the locker room, to one of the benches, pulling his bag from an unlocked panel. He placed flasks along the bench, fetching minerals as he sprinkled it into the container. As Gabe prepared the materials, Caleb glanced toward the hallway.

“Is this gonna take long?” Caleb said. “I can see the line moving.”

“You can't rush science, my jocky friend. It requires the utmost attention, and proper handling.” Gabe poured liquid inside the flask. Foamed began to form as the minerals disintegrated, turning liquid red. “Normally I’d have one of my classmates to assist me. But none of them returned my calls.”

Caleb glanced at a corner in the room. Well when you bring up shrinking, you can’t exactly  blame them.

As foam sizzled into the liquid, Gabe poured the contents into a used gatorade bottle. He swirled the bottle between his fingers, letting it settle.

“Behold my creation.” Gabe held the small plastic bottle.

Caleb squinted . “you made.. Gatorade?”

“How dare you compare my genius to that mere drink?!” Gabe hugged the bottle against his cheek. “This bottle holds the key to my success! With it, you can venture where no man has ever gone before!”

Caleb cocked a brow. “Sure.”

“Hmph, your doubt in my work is sickening as always .” Gabe frowned. “Then a demonstration is in order!”

Gabe approached one of the metal benches, swiping towels over their edge before placing a small apple upon it. Carefully he tilted the bottle, as liquid drenched the apple. 

He placed the bottle on the bench, splaying his arms. “Now watch my fine friend,  as we witness history!”

Silence engulfed the locker room, but the apple remained its size.

“Give it a moment..any second now.” Gabe kept his arms spread out, his gaze shifting to parts of his body. He scoffed, pulling a notebook from his pocket as he skimmed the pages.

Caleb glanced at his watch. “...Is it supposed to take this long or..”

“No, no, everything's fine! Just need to..figure out..gah, where is it?”

Gabe flipped faster through the page, and Caleb shook his head. Should’ve known his claim was too good to be true. At least it shaved a little time.

“Well point dexter..” Caleb yawned, placing his gatorade bottle along a stand, before, heading to the floor. “I’m gonna go get some reps in while you’re dealing with..whatever you’re dealing with.”

Gabe's gaze remained glued to the notebook, and Caleb rolled his eyes. He followed the aisle to the entrance to the machines. Caleb laid along one of the cushions, a workout bench, doing some crutches.

Out in the lobby gym goers poured through the sliding doors, stationing themselves along the treadmills and benches. Looks like I wasn’t the only one peeved about how long the line was. If I’m lucky the line will diminish just enou-!

A blur of red flooded his vision, a pair of thick legs anchoring his head. The bulk of their crotch jiggled against his head, the smell of sweat seeping through the fabric.

“Just as I thought, those lungs of yours haven’t changed a bit.” A gruff voice rattled around him. He managed to pry his head from the man’s thick crotch, a chiseled mug beaming at him.

“Long time no see, numbnuts.” The man said.

Caleb winced. Ah shit, It’s Chris.

He got up from the bench, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Chris..hey..”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me! I known ya for almost a year now.” Chris loomed over Caleb like a wall, spreading his arms to his side. “ Bring it in!”

“No no, that’s not-”

Before he could finish, Chris pounced, hoisting him from the metal bench and into his embrace. His arms were like weights, flattening Caleb against his loose tanktop.

“Mm! That’s the stuff!” Chris smiled. “Nothing like giving one of your trainees a good old fashioned hug.”

Caleb drummed his fingers along one of Chris’s arms. “Chris..lungs..”

“Hah..” Chris unfurled his grasp, allowing air to return to Caleb’s lungs before he slinked to the floor. Caleb caught his breath, as Chris’s palm dropped on his shoulder.  “Endurance is also lacking, I see. You really let my training go since the last time I saw ya, huh?”

Caleb scoffed. That training back then was nothing more of an excuse to use him as fart cushion after his fuck up. His senseless groaning still rang through his ears, haunting him like some cursed record player.

His body shook as Chris patted him once more. “Where would you be without your good pal Chris to look after ya. Forgetting my training? What a shame.” Chris held Caleb closer. “But you’re in luck, yours truly just happens I’ve got one more spot in my group to train. Squeeze in a lesson or two for ya. For old times sake.”

Caleb tensed. Like hell I am!

“N-no thanks.” Caleb said. “I was actually killing some time for the line to go down. As a matter of fact I should-”

“Well what better time to kill than with your best Pal?” Chris said. “Come on! The boys would love to include you in the fun.”

Caleb’s brow furrowed. Can’t the guy take a hint?!

Caleb shimmied his shoulders, hoping to slip from Chris. But Chris reinforced his grip, pulling him close until their sides squished against each other. He glanced at dumbbells placed along a pedestal, a staff member sitting along the wall. He gave one of its legs a kick, as the metal weights clang against the floor.

“Oh no, Chris. Look what you did!” Caleb yelled, drawing the attention of the staff member. 

“What?!” Chris jumped, shooting a glance at the member. I didn’t do-!” 

Caleb seized the opportunity, grimacing at the thick pool of sweat as he slipped past Chris’s arm pit. Freed from his grasp, Caleb jogged through machines and treadmills, reaching a connecting hallway. Chris’s calls were faint, shaking a fist as the staff member approached.

Caleb shook his head. Hate to do it to ya, but I’m not gonna be another seat for you to fart on, Chris.

He disappeared behind the corner, following the corridor back to the lockers. Gabe’s gear still remained on the bench, but the nerd himself was nowhere to be found. Typical. He looked beyond the metal doors to the lobby. The line had trimmed beyond the corner of the frame, the end of the line reaching beneath the poster overhead. At least he can wait in line now.

Salt stung his eyes as droplets seared in. Damn that Chris, his arm pit juice never fails to annoy him. He fanned the bench for a towel, his fingers wrapping around a cylindrical object. It crackled beneath his touch. Must be a water bottle. 

He raised the bottle overhead, pouring the liquid over his eyes. He froze as the fluid drenched his mouth, a grit sensation plaguing his teeth, before it quickly turned sour. He wiped his face with his shirt, before opening his eyes.

His eyes widened at the sight of a gatorade bottle in his hand, Gabe gear sitting before it. He glanced at his own gatorade bottle sitting on the stand, and his heart sank more. 

Oh shit.

 A tingling sensation plagued his tongue, sprouting to the rest of his body. His palm clutched the bottle, before quickly starting to shake. His fingers sank into his knuckles, like a turtle hiding in its shell as it discarded the bottle to the floor. His other hand shrank as well, and his heart began to pound.

“Gabe!” Caleb shouted, running through the aisle in search of the nerd. Through each stride his limbs grew thin, shrinking out of his peripheral vision. His sleeves shed from his shoulders, his shorts becoming baggy.   “Gabe! This is no time to be fucking around! Where are you?!”

He ran to the far wall of the locker room, but found no sight of Gabe. His foot caught on his shorts, throwing him out of his own shoes and into the maw of a duffelbag. He fumbled against its leathery layer to free himself, but gravity was unkind, forcing his legs against a wall. A jolt rushed through Caleb, and the world zoomed out. 

Caleb tumbled to the bottom of the duffelbag, a pair of socks cushioning his fall. Darkness encircled him. A single patch of light illuminated the space. from the unzipped opening like a skylight. Damn you, Gabe! When I get out of this he’s in for a chewing out.

He pawed through the dim space, throwing empty lotion bottles and jockstraps from his path. Shrouded in the darkness, a rubbered bulb brushed his hand. He reared it into the light and froze as the buttplug blossomed from the darkness, shoving it from his hands. 

More plugs surfaced, poking from beneath bottles and clothing like limestones in a cave as they climbed to the opening. Who the hell brings buttplugs to a gym?!

“The balls on that Caleb!” A voice pierced the silence. The voice belonged to Chris, as rubbered squeaks boomed outside. “He’s gonna regret sicking the staff on me!”

“Can you blame the guy?” another voice said, his tone unfamiliar to Caleb. “I’d be running for the hills too if I had to smell your ass.”

“You’re one to talk.” Chris said. “Compared to your ass mine is practically a rose.”

“Sure, your ass smells good alright.” Another voice chimed. “Like a dumpster!”

Laughter filled the room, shadows surrounding the duffelbag.

“Hey, any more words from you lot and you can use your noses for plugs!” Chris said. Bickering flowed amongst the crowd, before they grudgingly agreed. “That’s more like it.”

Chris plunged a palm inside the duffle bag. Caleb barely managed to move as the plug he clung to ripped from the clothing, disappearing into the open. Plug after plug was snatched, until one of his legs were ensnared, and he was dragged out of the bag. He gritted as fingers pinched his side, bringing him to the backside of a chubby jock. The world moved in slow motion, the palm passing the jock’s ample curves, and towards their flank.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for these things all day” The jock’s freehand lowered to their left cheek, prying the mounds apart to reveal their tight pucker. 

A chill ran through Caleb as the fingers advanced into the cleft of the Jock’s crack. Heat radiated his palms, rippling folds marinating sweat into his fingers. Caleb tried his best to keep his hold, but the jock’s thrusts overwhelmed him. Another thrust withered his grasp, and the puckered orifice took control, snapping over his neck like a helmet.

 “Damn thing’s catching the corners” the jock said, fingers probing Caleb’s body. “Didn’t think you were into those tail plugs, Chris.”

“Tail plugs?” Chris said. ‘I don’t have any tail plugs.”

“Eh? Then what’s this?”

 Fingers climbed Caleb’s legs, fishing him from the Jock’s ass and into the open. He scoffed at the sulfuric stench eroding his nose, as he was brought to the jock’s face.

“A little guy?” The jock said. “The hell you doing in my ass!”

“Like I’d wanna be bathed in sweat. Learn to shower, why don’t ya!”

“Why you little..You’ve got quite the mouth for being so small?”

“Caleb?” Chris' voice rang, his chiseled mug leering from the shoulder of the jock.

“Chris..Hi..” Caleb said, shrinking behind his wave. 

 “It is you!” Chris said. “So this is where you ran off too!’

“Friend of yours?” The chubby jocks said.

“Do I know him? This is the pal I was talking about!” Chris said, squinting his eyes. “But last I checked he wasn’t small as shit. The hell happened to you?”

“It’s a long story..” Caleb turned his body. “Chris, I need you to listen carefully, I need to get back to Gabe? I need to get my size back before the energy drink run out!”

Chris cocked a brow. “Now you want my help? You got me heat from the staff. That was a low blow even for you.”

Caleb tensed. “What choice did you give me? You wouldn’t let me go otherwise!”

“Is that right?” Chris huffed. Well I reckon you don’t have a choice this time.”

Caleb squeaked as Chris plucked him from the other’s jock. He pulled the back of his shorts down, shoving Caleb between his mounds. Their warmth wrapped around him like a cocoon, thin hairs tangling his wrist until he was ensnared in their musty web. Chris’s finger retracted, leaving Caleb within their muscular tomb as he pulled his shorts back up. 

“Chris! What do you think you’re doing?!” Caleb said.

“Bringing you with us, of course.” Chris said bluntly, tightening his shorts.

Caleb rattled in his restraints, kicking the tender pucker nipping his feet, but to no avail. Beyond the walls.

“Caleb? Where’d you run off too, I managed to figure out what went wrong.” A familiar voice rang beyond the mountain of muscle. It belonged to Gabe, his tone growing ever closer.

“Gabe? Gabe!” Caleb yelled. “Get me out of this-”

The mounds of muscle hardened, sandwiching Caleb beneath its bulk. Their frowsty scent seared into his nostrils, and he gagged, thrashing his head around to free the muscular mask smothering his face.

“He’s got a friend? What are we gonna do now?” one of the jocks said.

“Don’t worry,” Chris said. I know just what to say.”

Steps came from the distance, as Gabe approached.

“Excuse me, have you seen a guy named Caleb move through here?” Gabe asked.

Caleb muffled, pinching at the tender muscle. I’m here! I’m right here!

Caleb pulled the thin hairs curling his wrist, before Chris clenched his arms to mold with his ass . “Your friend, ay? I reckoned I did see someone pass by here.”

“You did?! Do you know where he went?”

“Up my ass?” Chris said bluntly, snickers spreading through the group.

“You’re..ass?” Gabe said, confusing seething through his tone. “You mean he’s in the back of the nope.”

“Nope! I mean up my ass. Chris said. “Bugger took a liking to my training and got lost in it.” 

Flatulence squeezed out of Chris, as he rolled Caleb between mounds. It reeked of digested onions, forcing tears from Caleb’s eyes as he writhed within the compressed space. A pocket of air rushed to the surface. Caleb managed a yelp, but it was snuffed as the mounds of flesh slapped together, the sloppy hiss of air escaping from Chris’s pucker drowning him out.

 “Mm! He’s getting vocal down there.” Chris said.  “Wanna hear him again?”

Gabe backpedaled. “Er?! No thanks! I think you might be confusing him with something else. You know what, forget I asked. I’ll see if someone else saw him.”

Gabe departed, leaving Chris and his group. Laughter rose from the jocks, rizzing Chris’s acting skills.

“Grossing them out. The best nuisance repellent you can ask for.” Chris squeezed his glutes. “Now there’s nothing to bother us now. Right Caleb.”

With that Chris and the other jocks began to move, venturing from the locker room. Caleb pounded Chris's glutes, but found no response. He was trapped, left to the mercy of the jock as ventured who knows where.

Their endless shuffling carried for minutes, sweat marinating his skin as the mounds rose and fell. Eventually, Chris came to stop, fingers fishing Caleb from his muscular prison. He squinted as light blinded his eyes, they were in a living room, jocks huddling  around couches.

“Enjoy your taxi?” Chris mused, Caleb on the table.  “Welcome to the room where it all happens, Caleb.” 

“You took me out of the gym?! I need to get back!” Caleb said.

“Back?” Chris cocked a brow.  “You must be crazy to think I’m gonna waste gas to get you back. And don’t forget about that dig in the machine area.”

“Look, you're angry, I get it. I'm sorry, alright!”

“You’re sorry, ay?” Chris massaged his chin. “Just how sorry are ya?”

Caleb looked beyond the shoulders of jocks to the window frame behind them. The sun had set in the sky, casting shadows along the corners of the living. He’s running out of time, who knows how many bottles are left.  He turned towards the door. He could wing it, run as fast as his little legs could carry. But what direction would he go? He can’t risk being lost, even more getting caught in some other hazard.

“Ay! Earth to Caleb!” Chris’s voice snapped him out of his train of thought. “Answer my question! How sorry are ya?”

Caleb grimaced at the words. I can't believe I’m about to do this.

He took a breath before falling to his knees, holding his clasped hands to Chris. “Please Chris. Bro to bro, I can’t miss this energy exclusive. I have to have it. Name your price! You wanna hook up with a girl? I know a guy. Need a membership? Done! Just name it!”

“Anything I want?” Chris blinked for a moment, before his eyes wondering to the other jocks.”Hmm, well there is one thing you can do.”

“Tell me! I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”

“Is that right? Then..” Chris faced leered close. “How’s about you join our training today?”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “W-what?! At this size!”

“Yup!” Chris said. “It’s been too long since you last trained with me, it’s only fair considering the predicament you’re in.”

“Are you crazy! Being soaked in your ass was one thing. But your training?! Hell no!”

“Well it's either you do, or you're more than welcome to walk out the door.” Chris pointed. “But I don’t think you’ll make it to your energy thing before they sell out , now will you?”

Caleb narrowed his gaze. “That’s black mail and you know it.”

“Maybe. But as I said before, you don’t really have much a choice.” Chris retorted. “So what’ll it be?”

Caleb gritted his teeth, glaring at the towering jock. His head sunk, facing the  ground. “Fine, I’ll..join your stupid training! But this doesn’t-”

Chris snatched Caleb from the table, raising him to the air. “That’s what I’m talking about! By the end of this session you’ll be breathing like a real man!”

Chris snapped his fingers, as the other men flooded through a hallway. The path was too dim to see through Chris’s fingers, old trophies and certificates flying past his fist like street signs. They entered a hollow room, long benches stretching from wall to wall. Chris’s fingers unfurled, rolling Caleb upon the flat surface of a mat.

The other jocks quickly began to disrobe themselves, their bare flanks blossomed from beneath their fabrics. The smell of sweat and dampened wares made Caleb’s head spin, as he stumbled against the side of a water bottle.

“Beatiful smell isn’t it?” Chris said, siphoning the air through his nose. “Like opening a fresh bouquet!”

“A sewer is more like it!” Caleb coughed.

“Nah your lungs just haven't adjusted to it yet. Thankfully, yours truly is gonna whip you in shape.” Chris shedded from his clothes, casting them to the floor. His body was a wall of throbbing muscle, a mere flex causing them to bulge along his torso and neck. He turned to Caleb, eyeing him from head to toe. “Finally out of those restricting things. Alright boys! Grab a partner! And let the session commence.”

The other men moved as a unit, taking to the benches in pairs of two. Of the pair one of the men laid on the bench,as the other squatted over them. Caleb winced as the men flexed, and the sound of flatulence erupted through the room. Their sounds were sloppy, like an unharmonized band of trumpets.

Caleb swallowed. Maybe taking up Chris's offer was a bad idea.

Caleb slid into the shadow of the bottle, banking on the hopes of his newfound size to make them forget he was even here. The bottle yanked from his side, Chris holding it in the air.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“O-oh you know! Was just..waiting for a partner.”

“You alrighty got a partner.” Chris jabbed a thumb towards himself. “Me!”

Caleb! Eyes widened. “You?!”

“Mhm, as the head of this program it's up to me, bring in fresh meat. And since you’re my pal, who else but yours truly?”

Chris crashed on the end of the bench. The impact forced Caleb from his feet, as the Jock's Titanic legs splayed across the plump cushions. Caleb found himself trapped between them, leading to the flaccid cock that drooped across Chris’s thigh. Chris bent his legs, mooning Caleb.

“Well? Don't just stand there, get to work!” Chris said.

Caleb barely had a chance to speak, before a palm tucked behind him. With a flick of Chris's wrist, the cushion of the bench vanished from Caleb’s feet, as he plunged into the crack. He crashed upon the pucker in the middle of the mounds.  Caleb shuttered. It jiggled like a gelatin beneath his touch.

“That's better isn't it? You're practically an expert at this point.” Chris splayed his cheeks wider. “hop to it, my ass is filling up like a balloon in there.”

Caleb rolled. Gimme a break.

He floundered along the orifice, gripping the folds. It was like trying to wrestle open a clam. Chris's pucker flexed and stretched, but refused to budge with Caleb’s efforts. He heaved again, only to find himself falling face first against its tender hide.

“What's the hold up? I barely feel a whistle coming out of there?” Chris prodded Caleb’s side with a finger. “I thought I told you no slacking off?”

“Lay off, will you? Your ass is too tight! ”

“Excuses.”

“Don’t you think you’re going about this the wrong way? How do you expect me to get ‘training’ done like this?”

“Hmm.. fair point. At your size I doubt you’d crack a peanut. Let alone my ass.”

 “I wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but sure.”

“I need a proper way to ensure you get my utmost attention.” Chris rubbed his chin. “Ah, I know just the thing to get you going.”

A palm snaked over the left mound, stamping Caleb into the middle of the crack. Chris’s pucker quivered beneath the enforced weight, before Caleb plunged beneath its surface. The air inside reeked of old eggs, heat engulfing his eyes as he forced them shut. Caleb winced as Chris pinched his feet, shoving them beyond the tight muscle.

“See how easy that was?” Chris’s words vibrated through the rectal tunnel. “Honestly, all that muscle of yours you can barely open my ass.” 

Caleb tried to respond, only for a fold of flesh to clump against his lips. Thick fluid lathered around him, and body jolted. He rattled his muscular cage free himself, only for the walls of flesh to come crashing down on him.

“See? Exactly what I mean, can’t even speak without being overwhelmed. Where would you be if you didn't have me to train you?”

Caleb winced at the thought. He calls this train? Forcing me into his ass like some dildo. This is so humiliating!

A shift caused the ceiling to collapse, a layer of muscle laying upon Caleb’s back.  He shoved folds from his sides, but they quickly returned, rushing towards his side like slime in a can. A tightness gripped Caleb’s chest, as he thrashed to ease the pressure.

Grunts echoed from Above, before rumbling erupted. Deeper within the muscular cavity a bubble descended, engulfing Caleb as the walls expanded. He took a breath, but gagged as sulfur filled his lungs.

“Fucking pitiful, 20 seconds is a piss poor job for strong lungs.

“What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Calm down I barely squeezed ya. Your old pal Chris won’t let ya kick the bucket that easily. But it sure as hell will feel like it.

Caleb held his throat. A death grip was more like it.

The pucker at his feet quivered, trapped air hissing through its found. A patch of light seeped through, just enough to see the walls thinning. They slammed into Caleb like a brick wall, locking his body in an armor of muscle. 

Another bubble forced the compressed tube apart, before they quickly snapped to Caleb's side, the trapped air squeezing out the quivering pucker between at his feet.

For minutes Caleb was trapped in this endless cycle, bubble after bubble forcing the smell of digested protein through his lungs, before departing to the outside. He tried plugging his nose, holding his bret, but the unyielding walls of the man’s ass tore through his efforts, as easily as it squeezed bubbles to the outside.

Eventually motion rattled the chamber, flipping Caleb to his stomach. Fingers intruded from the compressed pucker, pinching his feet as they dragged his body to the world beyond the orifice. His eyes burned as light rushed him at once, shielding his eyes.

“And then the little mite was reborn.” Chris held Caleb to his face.

Caleb rubbed his eyes, flicking slime to the man's chest. “Would it have killed you to at least wash? Ugh, this stuff is gonna take so much soap.”

“Don’t be ashamed of the man stink, maggot. It signifies your step into manhood.” Chris wagged Caleb around, droplets pattering the bench.

Caleb scoffed. Chris may like the smell of his own stench, but he sure as hell doesn’t. His stomach dropped as Chris lowered him to the bench, its hard surface cushioned his back, and he got to his feet.

“There…Satified.”

“Yup. I’ve got your lungs to a competent capacity, now you’re breathing like a real man. Consider your apology redeemed.” Chris massaged his cock with a palm. “Looking at your progress now, it almost makes me wanna bust a nut.”

“Gross..Well if that’s all let’s cut the chit chat. Grab your keys and let’s hit the road.” Caleb wiped himself with his palms. “The line at the booth gotta be short by now, and those flavors will be mine!”

Caleb approached Chris, awaiting for himself to be carried. Chris didn’t move.

“Well what are you waiting for? Let's get going.” Caleb said.

“Going?” Chris crossed his arms. “Who said we were done?”

“What? I thought that was it!”

“That was just the taster, bringing you up to speed.” Chris said. “It wouldn't be fair to work you in without the others.”

Caleb blinked. Others?

His gaze trailed beyond the bulk of Chris's shoulder to the benches. The men already stood, eyeing the two of them.  

Caleb’s eyes widened. “All..of them?”

“God damn right.” Chris said. “Wouldn’t be much of a training If I didn’t push that body to the limits. Having one ass is dandy. But add ten more? Now we’re cooking with fire. Three minutes should cover for each.”

The men moved as if they were a unit, encircling the bench. It was like looking up at a giant statue, long beards and chiseled mugs filling the sky above Caleb.

“I call dibs on the shorty.” The chubby jock cracked his knuckles. “I owe him a gassing for the back talk earlier.”

“Oh ho, no, I think I’ll have a crack at him first.” a skinny jock chimed. “Got a few bubbles that he’d be perfect to help squeeze out.”

 Caleb backpedaled as they advanced closer. There’s too many asses. I’ll be mush by the time I get through them all. To hell with that.

Caleb ran to a gap between the men’s legs, only to be snatched up by a palm.

“Gotcha, little weasel!” one of the jocks said.  “The party’s right here!”

The jock’s hand whirled to their backside, tucking Caleb at the center of the crack. Caleb kicked the tender muscle to retreat from its nibbles, but the jock’s grip held firm. He was fed more into the jock’s ass, until its gummy touch snapped over his neck like a collar.

“Damn you’re more filling than I thought.” The jock waggled his rear. “My insides got a little gift for ya.”

 A flow of heat punched through the orifice, like air rushing from a half cracked oven. Caleb writhed. Its stench reeked of eggs, diluted to a swampy smell as droplets pattered his face. The burst of air reduced to a steady hiss, the tight embrace of the walls returning to Caleb’s side.

“Hah, look at him wiggle. Little’s guy clearly hasn't got enough training.” a slender jock from the crowd said.

A bulkier jock shoved his way to the front. “Let me have a crack at him, I’ll whip him into shape in no time.”

“Get in line, bozos.” The toned jock said. “You heard Chris, I got him for  three minutes. And I’m gonna enjoy every second.”

A finger laid atop of Caleb’s head, sinking him deeper. The sun twinkled in one of the windows, lowering beyond its frame. 

“Wait!” He yelled, the corners of the orifice funneling his vision. “I have to get the-!”

The ring of muscle rushed at once, swallowing Caleb beneath its surface.

Their putrid training  lasted mere minutes, but to Caleb, it was an eternity. The men swarmed upon him in droves, passing him along to the awaiting ass like some baton. His head drummed after countless re-entries, his sinuses long worn as flatulence squeezed and compressed their rectums. 

At hindsight, there was no sign of stopping, until Chris’s voice pierced their thick hides.

“This concludes this session boys! Way to show them lungs whose boss.” Chris said.

Muscle squashed Caleb's side as the jock he was in began to move, following the other men to some destination. They don't plan on leaving me here, do they?!

Through the air tight tunnel Caleb battered the walls. His blows dampened against their doughy hide, fueling the Jock's stimulation. They continued their journey, leaving Caleb to stare into the lukewarm abyss that engulfed him. 

The hour drawed, and the jock finally stopped. A rumble shook the walls before air swelled the chamber. It punched through the orifice's tight grip, catapulting Caleb out of the chamber onto the cement floor between the jock's feet. He was back in the locker room.

“Here’s your stop.” The jock held his own mounds, his hole shriveling until the bubbles sizzled between its folds, before entering the hallway.

Caleb stumbled to his feet, popping his back. He couldn’t have placed me on a towel or something.

A rumbling engulfed his stomach, spreading through his body like a wildfire. In a flash he grew in size, rising above the bench. He patted himself down, wrapping himself in his own arms. Finally, being that tiny was starting to get old. 

His eyes shot open, glancing to the hallway. The energy drink!

He found a towel draped in a basket, tying it around his waist, before he ran out of the locker and through the corridors. He followed the posters to the metal doors ahead. The banner of the beverage remained on the wall, but no bottles remained, their plastic package deflated as it slumped against the sheet of the table.

Caleb sank to his knees. “No..I’m too late.” he slammed his fist against the marble floor. “Damn it! Why does life have to be so cruel!”

“Caleb?” A familiar voice came from behind, Gabe coming from the corner.

Caleb glanced over his shoulder. “Oh..you’re still here.”

 “Ahah, I thought I heard you in here! I’ve been looking all over for you. Where have you been?” Gabe said.

“Oh you know, having to deal with being buttplug. After someone forgot to label their jugs after their experiment.”

“Buttplug? So that jock earlier was telling the truth! Fascinating!” Gabe pulled a notepad from his pocket. “Not only did my shrink serum work, it allowed the durability in venturing in another's body! This is great news!”

Caleb sent another glare at Gabe, narrowing his brow. Gabe sheepishly smiled, tapping his fingers together.

“Er! I mean..that’s terrible.” Gabe said. 

Caleb only sighed, turning to the table. He pawed the air, in hopes for the small bottle to manifest in his hand. Oh sweet protein shake, I have failed thee. I just wish I could have seen your glory in person.

Gabe followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s the booth I stopped by earlier.”

Caleb blinked. ”Wait, you were here earlier?”

Gabe nodded, reaching into his pouch as he fetched a slim bottle from inside. A spark lit in Caleb’s eyes, lifting from the floor.

“They had some leftover bottles in the back after the rush. Figured it’d make a potential conductor for the experiment.” Gabe held a bottle to Caleb. “With all the running around, I thought you’d be thirsty so I grabbed you one while I was-”

Caleb’s body moved on his own, the towel around his waist shedding to the floor as he wrapped Gabe in his embrace.

“Gabe, you fantastic nerd! I could almost kiss ya!” Caleb said.

Gabe’s cheeks flushed. “You’re..welcome?”

Parting from Gabe, Caleb took the Bottle. For a moment he stared at the slim plastic between his palms, watching the waves glide across the surface of the purple juice to its plastic walls. Finally, after so long,he finally had it in his grasp.

He twisted off the cap, siphoning its contents as the taste of raspberry flowed along his tongue. Each gulp was like he was being energized, filling his stomach. The plastic bottle crinkled as the last drop trickled down his throat, parting from Caleb’s lips with a loud pop.

“Oh it’s even better than Imagined.” Caleb savored the taste along his lips, drumming his finger along the plump edges of his abs. A faint buzz vibrated along the walls of his stomach, bubbling as if he swallowed pop rock. “I can feel its energy coursing through me. Just like the..wait-”

The sensation spread through his body, and in a flash, he shrank into the folds of the discarded towel. He climbed from the fabric to feet of Gabe, who now stood as tall as the wall surrounding them.

“Gabe..” Caleb began. “Did you remember to wipe your before touching the bottle?”

The sheepish smile returned to Gabe’s face. “Hehe..whoops.”

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[guywhowatches]

A shrinking relationship

I sighed, feeling a little down. I barley paid attention as my boyfriend was showing off what was apparently a "breakthrough machine" in terms of science. He'd been given it from a friend to show off for a presentation for a local science fair tomorrow and was giving me an early look. I didn't know what it was, nor did I probably even care. To tell the truth, I just felt distracted.

When I first met Oscar only last year, I thought I'd struck gold. He had dashingly good looks, we shared mostly similar interests and was polite (for the most part). Sure, he had a few problems, but it was nothing I surely wouldn't be able to fix. It felt like everything I could've wanted out of a partner, and yet... things had just felt rather rocky lately.

He always seemed so uncomfortable, like he wanted to talk about something important, yet every time I pressed on it, he would brush it off like it was nothing. This had been going on the last couple months, and it was starting to bring us both down with each other. It was getting to the point where I thought we should call it quits between us, but I couldn't bring myself to do it yet, as I still felt the need to try and solve this somehow.

"So, with this device, we'll be able to discover the secrets of our planet as well... are you alright?" Oscar paused, in the middle of an excited ramble to focus on my distracted face.

"Yeah, yeah, it's cool. Keep going." I gestured for him to continue, yet he didn't seem all that convinced. He put down the strange device and plopped his large bubble butt right next to me.

"What's wrong sweetie?" He asked me, with a genuine look of concern on his face. I didn't really know how to respond, as I didn't know where to begin. Would now be the right time to break up with him, as he was excitedly showing off whatever this thing was? Oscar could tell I was in discomfort, so he decided to lighten the mood, at least in his own way. "You feeling a bit of tension? That's ok, here let me try and soften the mood." And, before I could stop him, he patted his chest and let out a small, but noticeable:

BBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!

The belch wasn't too loud, but I still cringed and turned my head away from this crass act. There was a tinge of onions to it, that I hated and wanted to get up and walk away from. This was something Oscar had weirdly been doing for the past couple months now. Every time he claimed he wanted to break tension, he would let out a burp. Whenever I asked him why, he'd always respond with: "We should be at a comfortable point now where we can break the gas barrier." However, he'd backtrack and give an uncomfortable look whenever he saw how uncomfortable it made me.

Personally, I hated any kind of gas being passed, whether it be burping or... (god forbid) flatulence. I'd always had the belief that it was a repulsive way to act and I couldn't understand why he would ever want to do it in front of me, let alone want me to do it back. It was disgusting, and I felt no shame in trying to ask him to cut it out.

"See babe, doesn't that just kill the tension?" He asked with a giggle, yet I was in no way amused by it.

"No, no it doesn't. Will you please just give that a rest already? I'm so sick and tired of it." I demanded. Honestly, I was getting so annoyed of him trying to make that a 'thing' between us, that I would've considered dumping him over it, if I wasn't content on solving his problems. Oscar's face just fell and he looked down at his feet, almost ashamed. I rolled my eyes, not seeing the big deal. Now thing's just felt awkward, so I decided to just cut things short.

"Listen, this has been great, but I think I need to go." I didn't feel like dealing with him anymore, as that burp killed the vibe for me. When was he ever going to learn?

"Oh, already? Oh ok, yeah sure. I need to... go to the bathroom anyway." He responded, shuffling uncomfortably.

"Ewww Oscar, too much information. Just go, you don't need to tell me that." I said frustratedly. It was bad enough hearing him burp, but that was a whole new level of ick for me. Oscar just nodded, looking upset and got up to leave.

"See you later babe." He said, forcing a smile before hurrying out the room.

"Yeah yeah." I replied without much enthusiasm. However, as I was leaving to go, I couldn't help but catch the eye of the device he was showing off, wondering what it actually did. I looked over at it, and noticed a glowing red button. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to press it, hoping this wouldn't cause the room to explode or something.

BBZRRRKKK!

I blinked and frantically looked around the room as the sudden bright light came to a stop. It looked like everything had suddenly grown in size. Had the machine enlarged the room somehow? It was only then that I looked down and examined myself before coming to the shocking realisation. The room hadn't grown, but I had shrunk. I was no more than 2 inches tall, sprawled on the bed. How was this possible, surely there was a way to reverse this?

I ran over to the edge of the bed, but realised the fall was too high and I wouldn't survive the landing. There was only one hope, pray that Oscar spotted me and turned me back to normal. As I was panicking to myself, I heard what sounded like a toilet flushing (which made me cringe again) before a now giant Oscar walked into the room a few seconds later.

"Oscar, HELP, DOWN HERE!" I screamed and yelled, but it was no use, as my voice was now too high pitched to make any effect on his hearing. Although, there was still a chance he could spot me. However, that didn't appear to be the case.

"I can't believe he left already, over a silly burp. What's it going to take? I didn't even get to show him the shrink ray in action." He muttered, as he picked up the device placing it out of the way. 'Shrink ray?!?!??' Oh god, that explained everything. But surely there was a way to bring me back to size right?

"Well, if he's gone, may as well get comfortable." Wait, what did he mean by- Before I could even finish my thought, Oscar began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his jeans, exposing his underwear to the free air. This was something I'd seen him do before, but it felt horrifying in this context. And, before I could make a run for it, he plopped his humongous ass on the bed.

The first thing that hit me was the pure stink that emitted from his behind and it was truly repugnant. It smelt like he'd just taken a dump and hadn't wiped properly. The thought of that alone made me gag, but actually smelling it from up close and such a large source was a whole nother level. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, as he claimed he was a 'little forgetful'. I truly gave him an unpleasant piece of my mind that day, and I'd absolutely do it again right now if he could hear me, if I wasn't too busy gagging. Another thing to mention was the brown skid mark down the bottom centre of his boxers, which was so repulsive to look at that it almost made me puke. How could he be wearing these? Him of all people, especially when I'd been there?

Whilst I was to busy focusing on the stink and sight however, I didn't even notice Oscar pulling the bed sheets over us both, unknowingly trapping in with his stink ass. I could hear him shuffling around, getting comfy. I had to get out of here, I needed to lift the covers quick.

"At least I get some peace now. Oh yeah, here it comes." Oscar muttered to himself, snickering a bit. I was confused as to what he meant, when I saw him lift his ass to the side a bit.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Oscar proceeded to cut the most disgusting (and first) fart I'd ever heard from him. The droning, booming sound of it rung out under the cover magnified by the sheer size, might (and miniscule from myself) of his ass. I thought it was the most repulsive thing I'd ever experienced, that was until the smell of it hit me. Pure eggy, meaty unfiltered torture. It was somehow worse than his unwiped ass.

"Ahhh, finally." Oscar said in relief, leaning back down. I couldn't help but cough out loud on this, not that he could hear me. I couldn't believe he was acting like this. I'd always thought he was too beautiful to be capable of farting. Surely cute people didn't fart too right? However, as the smell was beginning to burn my nose hairs, I sadly had to come to grips with reality. I knew I was going to give him a serious telling off after this. It didn't matter whether or not he knew I was here, how dare he break wind in my presence.

As I was quickly looking for any kind of escape, I heard what sounded like a phone ringing. I noticed Oscar shuffle over to pick it up and answer.

"Hey, how's it going?" I groaned, as Oscar was talking on speaker phone again, something I'd always told him not to do. Was he ever going to learn? I also cringed when I heard who he was talking with.

"Yo dude, pretty good. Same with you?" The unmistakable voice of Kyle on the other end. I couldn't stand him, as he always acted so crass and uncouth. For some reason, Oscar found him to be a really good friend. I kept telling him to cut him off, but he never listened to me.

"Where's your boyfriend?" I rolled my eyes, how could he dare refer to me as some kind of object or something.

"He's gone man, I was trying to show him the shrink ray, but he didn't seem too interested. So he left." Oscar replied, sounding a bit put out. Oh how I wish I could let him know I was still here, mainly to get away from him, at this moment.

"Shame dude. Have you been trying my technique? I'm sure it'll loosen him up eventually." Kyle said relaxed, but also eagerly, sounding as though he wanted his idea to become reality (whatever idiotic thing it was).

"No man, I've been burping in front of him to try and loosen us up together, but he just gets so tense about it." Wait, did I hear that right? Oscar's disgusting acts were because of Kyle? If I didn't have anymore of a reason to hate him, I did now. The first thing I was going to do, when I got back to size, was cut him out of our lives immediately, no matter what Oscar said.

"Shame man, so you haven't even farted yet? What a stuck up dude." Kyle laughed, making me cringe.

"Yeah man, and because of that, I got some real demons saved up. Here, get a load of this." Oh no, surely he wasn't about to rip another unholy abomination. I had to stop him somehow. Unfortunatley, I was too late as Oscar (further to my disgust) seemed to bring the phone closer to his ass as he tilted to the side again.

FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Oscar sighed, as he let out another repulsive boom of flatulence, rumbling his gigantic ass cheeks, still trapped under the bed sheets, with me nowhere to turn. The same eggy stink was only amplified from before, and it made my eyes water in seconds. What had he been eating? I thought I was trying to keep him on a diet.

"Damm, did you hear that one man?" Oscar lowered his ass again, sounding strangely proud of himself. How could he, after producing such an ungodly stink?

"Not bad, not bad. But come on dude, this is how a real man does it." I listened on in terror, as it sounded like Kyle put the phone to his own butt and let his own wet gas rip down the phone mic. To my revulsion, Oscar let out a laugh at this.

"Not bad man, but you should know better than to challenge me." And then, just when I thought the torture couldn't get any worse, Oscar and Kyle proceeded to have a conversation with each other, whilst trading their horrid farts down the phone.

Every few minutes, one of them would stop and tell the other to listen, before putting the phone to their ass to blow their ass gas, all the while one of them was unknowingly Dutch-ovening me beneath the sheets. It was pure Hell on earth and I felt like I was going to vomit. Despite the strong winds from the south, the covers wouldn't budge, no matter how hard I tried, and this wasn't accounting for me getting a little woozy from the lack of clean oxygen.

"Dude, those sound seriously gnarly. We've got to have another fart contest soon." Kyle said down the phone. Another? What on earth did he mean by that? Surely this wasn't a regular occurrence Oscar participated in with... him of all people? The revelations I was leaning about him were making me almost as queasy as his gaseous fumes.

"Yeah dude, wait till you get a whiff of them too." Oscar proclaimed almost smugly. I was shocked, as I almost never saw him act this happy about really anything around me anymore. Why was it acting like this that seemed to perk him up? I needed to fix him more than I thought. "But it's just... you know, what if my boyfriend catches me? You know how he is about gas."

"Man, fuck that. If you're own boyfriend won't let you do what makes you happy, then what kind of relationship is that? Anyway, you know what I think of that stuck up douche?" Kyle paused for a second, before I heard another loud fart from Oscar's phone. Oscar giggled guiltly at this response.

"Yeah, I guess." What did he mean he guessed? Oscar wasn't really anything without me. If he was with someone like Kyle instead, he'd be a foolish, gassy buffoon. He needed me to keep him in check.

"Like thinking about it, he's always felt pretty controlling. He won't even let me pass gas around him, which just makes me so uncomfortable. I haven't even felt that happy around him anymore because of that. He barely even wants to listen to me." I was shock, I couldn't believe my ears (or maybe they were just effected by the booming flatulence I'd been enduring the past few minutes). Was this seriously the reason he was so upset nowadays? Because he couldn't act like a disgusting, flatulent pig? If that's the case, then I'd certainly be dumping him, once back to size.

"I'm going to be honest man. If you can't even feel like yourself around someone who supposedly trusts you, then that person just isn't worth chasing." Kyle responded, sounding both somber and genuine. This sounded like it cheered Oscar up.

"Yeah, you know what, you're right. Thank you dude, for always being there and helping me out." Oscar sounded cheered up, making cross.

"No problem man, say how about tomorrow we go get a coffee. After that you can come back to my place and we can discuss how you'll dump that loser." Loser? How dare Kyle even think of referring to me that way! I should smack him right up the face. "And, you can stink up the place as much as you want, although I'll wish you luck dude. Competing with me after a cup of Joe will be quite the challenge." Kyle let out a snigger, which Oscar giggled back at.

"Yeah, I love the sound of that. But I pity you, if you think you can outcompete me." He teased, making me gag even more. "Let me give you one last sound of what to expect." He said teasingly, before leaning his ass to the side again. Please God, no-

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRTTTTTTTTTT!

I was vibrated on the spot from the shockwave emitting from his behemoth backside. Covering my nose barely seemed to work any more, as Oscar let out a giggle.

"Hah, not bad, but I think I'll easily be able to top that. See you tomorrow, hope the breakup goes alright. And if he gives you any stress whatsoever, just send me a message and I'll be sure to give him a visit from the Butt doctor." Kyle punctuated his awful joke with one last flatulent blast down the microphone and a disgusting laugh.

"Oh I'll be sure of that, perhaps I'll give him my own little visit, just in case. It would feel so cool to finally 'clear the air' with him at last." The 2 then chuckled with each other, before saying their goodbyes and finally hanging up. I couldn't believe I'd been dumped whilst trapped, nearly at the size of an ant, next to my ex boyfriends windy bottom. This felt like humiliation of the highest order.

Well, I couldn't let him stand for this. I had to let him know of my presence down here, force him to bring me back to size, scold him severely for his actions and break up with him myself. I bet he was going to look so foolish. But I had to do it quickly, as I felt on the verge of collapsing. So, I decided to try kicking him on the ass (despite how far away I wished I could get from it), in a last ditch attempt to get his attention.

"Hmm, what's that?" Oscar called out sounding confused. Finally! I seemed to get his attention. "Is there a bug or something under there?" A bug? I, a mere bug to him? How stupid was he? Nevertheless, hopefully this meant he would lift the covers and set me free. "Heh, what a pity, you came a bad time, stupid little thing. Time for you to smell the rath of Oscar's ASStermination." He chuckled almost maniacally. I was confused before staring in horror as he began to lower his underwear, exposing his putrid, foul-some ass.

I'd seen his ass before, but on this level, it was too much. I sprinted as fast as I could towards the end of the sheets, begging that perhaps this time, I'd be able to escape. Sadly, Oscar was now holding down the blanket, trapping me inside the sheets in with his backside.

"Alright, little creature, prepare to feel the wrath of my lunchtime omelette, hgnn." I heard him grunt, sealing my fate. Also, an omelette? I thought I told him not to eat that kind of foo-

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Dear lord, the smell!!! The pure shockwave!! It was putrid. I swore that if they hadn't been held down, I would've been blown straight out the covers, into the wall. The sheer force and power behind it, especially now without the cover of his already stinky boxers. It ragged on for a good 10 seconds at least. It was so booming and bassy that it almost left my ears ringing (though that was perhaps from the size difference between us). How was he still this gassy, even after ripping ass for the last 15 minutes or so? I was puzzled by this, until the smell hit me, and it was definitely the worst of it yet. His signature eggy stink was especially strong with this, along with a stench of absolute garbage. I truly felt like this was going to choke me out.

"Hah, get a whiff of that you pathetic creature. Heh, that felt good, perhaps I'll do that to my ex boyfriend when I see him for the last time." Oscar giggled to himself. My jaw would've dropped in disbelief if I wasn't busy nearly choking to death on his noxious gas. I felt like kicking him out of frustration, until I realised there was a chance he thought I was still conscious, and would blast me again.

Once satisfied with my torture, Oscar then proceeded in shuffle around getting himself comfy before falling asleep, no doubt ready to dump me soon, still leaving his bare ass on full display for me to see, and the rest of his fumes seeping out between his cheeks. Little did I know though, despite being asleep, that his gas tank was far from empty and I still had much left of his butt thunder to endure, on top of his now loud snoring.

As I was blasted with yet another Dutch-oven blast, I couldn't help but wonder what I ever saw in him that I thought was worth fixing. What a fool I was, was my last thought before I finally passed out on the fetid miasma. Little did I know, that once he woke up to find my shrunken self there in the morning, I betted that would certainly be in for a very unpleasant experience indeed.

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Trying something a little different this time. Gotten a few requests that I really liked the sound of and decided to experiment with it. I've never written a micro/macro story before, so this was fun to have a go at.

I hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading. :)

[tinytitan25]

[anon-sect]

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Anonymous requested story

Kelvis was in shock at what his friend had asked him. They had been friends for over ten years. Murilo has asked for odd favors before, but this one really was strange.

"Are you really serious? You really want to shrink and swallow you like a snack?" Kelvis asked, wanting to be sure he really heard him right.

"Yes, exactly that." Murilo said, showing the shrinking device he brought with him. "So, will you do it?" He asked with pleading eyes, looking at his best friend.

Kelvis didn't know what to think about it. He never had a friend to ask to be shrunken and consumed as a snack. "You do realize that if I was to do this, you might never come out the way you came in?" He clarified the consequences if he really wanted this to happen.

"Honestly, why would you want it anyway?" Kelvis further asked, wanting to know why Murilo would be so willing to be his snack so badly. "Is it some kind of death wish?"

Murilo thought about it. "I have had an interest in macro ever since I saw the anime 'Attack on Titan.' The thought of being at the mercy of a giant as he eats you has been a fantasy ever since then." He paused. "So, I want you to fulfill my fantasy." He added, hoping his best friend would say yes.

Kelvis thought really hard about it. He could tell by the way Murilo was looking at him, he was practically begging him for this fantasy. "Are you really sure you want this? Once I eat you, there is no going back."

"Yes, for the last time, yes! So will you do it?" Murilo pleaded, knowing full well that once done, there would be no changing his mind.

Kelvis took the shrink/growth device and put in the setting for 1.5" tall. He pointed it at Murilo. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He hit the red button on it. As the ray of light touches Murilo, he rapidly shrunk in size. It took about a couple of minutes, but he saw a tiny 1" best friend down on the floor at his feet. He had to admit, the power play of seeing him so tiny and at his mercy was a strange and yet enjoyable feeling.

Murilo was excited. Seeing Kelvis look like a massive giant was everything he had imagined it would be or even feel like. The adrenaline was a rush, knowing he was truly at his best friend's mercy. He saw Kelvis's massive fingers pick him up off the floor and hold him close to his face to be examined.

Kelvis placed Murilo in the palm of his hand. A strange sense of dominant power flooded his imagination, while looking down at 1" Murilo in his hand. "I am strangely enjoying this. Thanks." He spoke to his tiny best friend.

Murilo found Kelvis voice very booming. Being tiny really was a totally different experience. It was also one he was enjoying so much. "You're welcome, so please eat me." He spoke.

Kelvis could barely register his tiny voice, but he knew what Murilo wanted. "As you wish, but I want to savor the taste before swallowing." He smiled. "I hope you don't mind. Even if you do, you can't do anything about it, tiny snack." He added a smirk on his face.

Murilo got even more excited to see Kelvis call him a tiny snack. He watched as his best friend opened up his mouth and dumped him inside. Once inside, he was trapped in darkness as Kelvis played with him with his tongue, sucking on him as though he was a piece of candy in his mouth. He was being drenched as all that saliva soaked him from head to foot. Kelvis continued to savor him for what felt like an eternity, sucking on him with delight.

Kelvis found the salty taste of his friend quite interesting. The more he sucked on the tiny in his mouth, the better he tasted. After a good few minutes, he decided it was time to make the tiny's dream come true. He swallowed him. As he felt him going down his throat, something happened. He felt the tiny stop moving and lodged in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Murilo felt like he had stopped moving. "What happened? Are you alright? Oh no, are you choking right now?"

Kelvis began to panic as breathing became more difficult. With each cough, he was losing air. With Murilo lodged in his throat, he was killing him. He needed to swallow him fast. He quickly grabbed the closest drink near him. He picked up the Coke Cola bottle and began to guzzle it, hoping to force Murilo into his stomach. There was no need for both of them to die at the same time. He soon felt the tiny loosen up and slide down. He felt relieved taking in more air with a loud belch.

Murilo landed in his friend's stomach at last. His dream was fulfilled. He was eaten and swallowed by a giant. He wondered what could possibly go wrong in his fantasy become reality. He felt his flesh starting to sting. It was painful. He quickly realized it was the Coke soda that was corroding his flesh painfully. He then saw more Coke come splashing into Kelvis stomach. His flesh began to burn making his fantasy become a nightmare. His friend belched, more oxygen escaped the stomach. It was becoming extremely hard to breathe. Combined that with his flesh stinging and burning made this fantasy a painful experience at the mercy of his friend's stomach. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, hoping his friend could hear him and get him out of his stomach.

Kelvis finished off the rest of the Coke bottle, belching for more air. "That's better." He said, while patting his check and stomach. He put on a smirk. "I have to say, you were tasty though, Murilo. I hope you are happy there, because there is no getting out just like I said." He went to sit down and watch some TV while letting his stomach make quick work of the tasty snack he just had. He almost felt bad, but Murilo wanted this end. He was completely unaware of the torment his friend was enduring while he was simply watching TV.

Murilo saw that the stomach had completely muffled his pleas for help. Kelvis didn't hear a single word. He could barely hear the muffled sounds of the TV. The fact that his friend was simply relaxing and watching TV while he was suffering his stomach felt so degrading. His fantasy was a complete nightmare he wanted to escape alive at least.

Murilo soon could not fight for life anymore. He sank beneath the stomach acid that was also degrading his flesh. He soon lost all oxygen as his body sank further, ending his life without a care. His body is now slowly being broken down to nutrients to be absorbed by his best friend's body. He simply reduced to nothing but a snack and resource for Kelvis's body.

Kelvis let out one large belch. Unknown to him, he belched the spirit of his former friend, expelling it from his body while Murilo's body was being decomposed for the nourishment of his own body. He smiled at that last burp. He looked at the shrink/growth ray next to him. "I think I need another snack like that. Tiny's are very tasty." He laughed.

[stillfoodforguys]

After I caught my roommate leaving the shower one day and saw how hung he was, I knew I had to make a move on him. We quickly became friends with benefits, and were always trying new things to spice things up.

He came home one day with some pills that he claimed would shrink my body down slightly, making my hole tighter for him to fuck. I took a few before straddling his thick thighs and sliding his meat into me, feeling it gradually expand inside me as my body became smaller. For a while it felt amazing to have something so massive pounding away at my hole, but eventually it became too painful to bear. I wasn’t supposed to keep shrinking for this long, still getting smaller even after my roommate lifted me off his lap.

The process seemed to halt once I was about 6 inches tall, and I looked up at his distressed face as he read the back of the box of the pills he made me take. “Shit man, I guess I read the dosage wrong. Looks like you might be stuck like that for a couple of days…” He could see I was angry about his mistake, but didn’t seem to care as he snatched me up in one hand. He found my situation quite amusing, and just laughed as I squirmed within his grasp. “Don’t worry bro, I’ll keep you somewhere nice and safe, plus we might still be able to have fun in the process…”

His hard cock was still throbbing with excitement as he lowered me towards it, letting out a loud moan as he shoved my feet into his slit. I tried to struggle as he forced my body down his shaft, but it only made me sink faster down the tight, slimy passage leading to his balls. I slipped deeper inside him until my body was compressed and curled up by the walls of a fleshy chamber, the space half filled by a pool of this thick, raw seed.

There was no way he could hear me in my position, so the only way to interact with him was to squirm around inside his sack. His erection remained strong from the way my movements stimulated him, providing an almost permanent state of ecstasy. My roommate spent the entire day lazing around in our room, smoking a joint to relax and fully enjoy the pleasure of keeping me inside his body. It took all his energy to resist the urge to cum and release me too soon.

[anon-sect]

How about shrinking someone and keeping them as a cock slave unwillingly whose house is his owner's tight underwear..?

[anon-sect]

Blake had come to Carter's house for the week. They had been chatting online for over six months since they both live several states apart from each other. He truly enjoyed his time with him, but the last day had come, and he had to catch his flight back home. He had to back to work the following day.

"Come on, just one more day." Carter pleaed with him. He didn't want Blake to leave. He really wanted him to stay much longer than just one week.

"I wish I could. But my flight leaves today." Blake paused, wishing he could stay as well. But he had an important job. They were expecting him to work the following day. "Besides, we will meet up again. I promise." He aded as he gathered his things in preparation to call the cab to go back to the airport.

"I think you should stay and quit your job there. Make a fresh start here with me." Carter suggestd with a seductive smile on his face.

Blake smiled back, "that is tempting, but no." He paused again and smiled back. "Give us time, okay." He added as he finished getting everything together to leave.

Carter didn't want him to go at all. He opened up a new app that was availalble on the market. Shrink and Growth app. He knew there was one way he could keep Blake with him for as long as he wanted. "Let me take one picture of you then to remember you by." He asked as he pointed his phone camera at him. He put in the size for three inches. He waited for him to pose and hit the flash option.

Blake saw the flah of the camera. He then turned around and saw the room getting larger. He looked back over a Carter. He too was getting larger by the seconds. He then realized that he was shrinking and everytihng else including Carter was staying the same. By the time he stopped shrinking, he saw that he was so tiny compared to everything else around hm. He felt the vibration of the floor as a giant Carter walked over to him. His feet were so huge, just looking at them. Carter's voice sounding booming like a giant to him.

"Aww, you look even cuter now." Carter smiled down to a tiny Blake. He reached down and grabbed him with his hand. He held him in the palm of his hand. "I tried to convince you to stay, but you would not listen. So I went to drastic meassures." He smiled down at thim.

"Put me back to normal size now. I need to get back home. We will have a life together one day." Blake pleaded with his now tiny voice. He didn't like being so tiny in his hand.

Carter laughed as he placed Blake on the coffee table. "But you are home. Let me show you your new home." He added as he got undresses except his underwear. He then picked up Blake and put him inside. He then releasd the elastic band. He could feel him struggling and squirming. It felt so good to him. He then went to lay down. "Struggle all you want. This is your new home now." He laughed as he closed his eyes and placed his hand over his crotch, enjoying all the squirming from tiny Blake.

Blake found the that more he struggled, the more Carter was enjoying it. He wanted out, but he was trapped in his tight underwear. He didn't expect the guy to literally shrink him to keep him. It was like Carter was completely ignoring his struggles.

[jamestmedak]

Pressed for pleasure, that tiny thing.

[anon-sect]

It was a simple job he was being paid to do. Make the competition disappear. The client paying him didn’t care how he did it. Kevin liked when the client wasn’t specific on the how part. Killing the target was never fun. He would rather get rid of the target in a different pattern.

As he walked away from the area, he could feel his living insole squirming in his boot against his bare foot. Kevin found shrinking his target and treating it like an insole way more fun than killing the person. He did make the client’s competition disappear after all. The fact it really wasn’t personal. It was just a job he was being paid to do. He may as well have fun doing it. He loved how the guy begged for mercy as he stuffed him into his boot and put it back on his foot.

As he walked down the street, no one was aware of the tortured target supporting his foot. He could only imagine what it was like in there. This particular pair of boots were his worst most smelling pair since he wore them so much. Add to that he wasn’t wearing any socks; the poor guy had to also deal with a musky bare foot on top of a smelly boot. He couldn’t imagine the torture he was going through while he walked on him. He did have to admit, the guy was a comfortable insole. He was soft and squishy with each step. He just hoped the guy survived till he got home. There was more fun to have with him after all.

[conchoronzon]

Pool Drain (AV)

It started, as these things often do, with a prank by a frat boy. A group of them were swimming around in the fraternity house pool on an August afternoon before the semester officially started. One of them, a university baseball player named Emmett, dove under the waters and grabbed the loose American flag print trunks of the frat president. He yanked them down to reveal the bright white full moon concealed beneath.

Dave, the frat pres, did what any self-respecting fuck boi would do when mooned. He plunged his hands into the pool, not to catch his clothes but to grab his frat brother and shove the fucker’s face against his hole. If he had a fart in the chamber, he would have fired it off too.

In a lab somewhere on the planet, probably at CERN since that’s where conspiracy theorists seem to think everything weird happens, there was an accident in the fabric of the universe. In an instant, humanity shifted to a universe with one very specific difference: people could swallow each other whole. All across the planet, kisses turned into oral vore. Ass eating led to human dildos. Cocks lashed out to swallow the men who were about to suck them. Thankfully, this new reality was one where humans were immune to any form of digestion.

So when Dave slammed his ass back on the guy who pantsed him in the pool, he didn’t just wipe his waxed and bleached hole over Emmett’s face. His ass opened up. A burn pulsed in his cheeks intestines. More than that, a hunger gurgled in his stomach. It rippled through his ass. His flesh stretched on instinct. His muscles clenched in a rhythmic way that pulled in the first vore meal of his life.

The prey bitch took a moment to register what was happening. After all, just a few seconds ago, something like this would never have been possible. When he finally realized he was ass food, his limbs started flailing. Somehow, Emmett knew he wasn’t in any danger. But still. Wasn’t it embarrassing to be eaten by someone’s asshole?

“You okay?” one of the other brothers asked at the sight of splashing water.

A different brother, Malachi, let his lifeguard training take over him. He dove into the pool and rocketed over to Dave. He assumed that the flailing was making him see things underwater. Because it looked like Dave’s ass was halfway through vacuuming up the other college student. Malachi grabbed onto the kicking ankles partially to keep them from hitting him in the face. They also gave him something to hold and pull.

Unfortunately for Malachi, when he attempted to free his fraternity brother from Dave’s ass, he had the smart idea of planting his feet on Dave’s ass for leverage. It only took a little slip for his toes to sink into the tight warmth of Dave’s greedy ass. It took all of Malachi’s self-control not to moan at the feeling and take in a mouthful of water.

His legs and Emmett’s both sank into the furnace of Dave’s hole at the same time. The limbs were pressed hard into each other. It was clear to Malachi in that moment that there was no escaping. Dave was going to eat him. He’d be let out sometime later.

Dave swam over to the side of the pool so he could hold onto the concrete rim while he ate. He held on with one hand. His other one snaked under his bulging gut and somehow managed to reach his hard cock. The stretch in his hole felt fantastic. Dave was a size queen. He had a collection of monster dildos up in his room, and this was better than any of those. His future husband no longer had to be a well-endowed top. He had to be a prey slut willing to end up shoved up inside Dave’s ass all the time.

He grinned up with the other brothers sat around the pool who couldn’t take their eyes off of him. “500 bucks to anyone else who chooses to feed my superior ass. Come on, you know you want to. Prove your worth to your president.”

Two more college men wound up joining Malachi and Emmett inside Dave’s guts. Their writhing bodies pushed around in his stomach. Dave came for the third time right before he lugged himself out of the pool and plopped down on a set of pillows the others brought out for him to lounge on. They laid around him, teasing the occupants of his stomach, rubbing the squirming flesh, and jerking each other off. 

One of the brothers crawled down to Dave’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart to see if he could spot the guys up inside there. So of course Dave’s hole latched onto him too. It was a point of curiosity for the rest of the guys in the frat house. One by one, whether because they were ordered to or because they wanted to, they all ended up slurped inside.

Dave’s obscenely large stomach wobbled with the tightly packed orgy of college fuck bois trapped within. In about two hours, they would start slipping out into the pool, completely safe and unharmed, many of them wanting to do it again.

For the next two months, vore was a point of intense curiosity and exploration across the planet. Twitch streamers ate each other for views. OnlyFans creators rallied until the site finally allowed them to post vore content. Four-ways would turn into couple scenes. Three-ways became two guys playing tug of war with a third inside their cocks.

After a few months, the novelty started to wear off. People started talking about vore like it had always been a part of life. Scientists never made an effort to explain why humans couldn’t digest each other. After all, it didn’t matter. All that mattered were the new avenues of ecstasy available to humankind, pred and prey alike.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture souce: @mansock456

Officer Trey Jackson was so glad that the department was given the new shrink guns to use on duty. It made aprehending suspects so much easier and sometime more fun, too.

"Yes, Sir, the thief didn't get far. Everything seem to be accounted for." Trey spoke to his sargent over the phone. He felt the tiny thief strugging under his sweaty socked foot.

"Come on, untie me, please." Tony pleaded with his face baried in the rank sock of the police officer. The ropes had him bound to the socked foot. "I promise I won't steal from another store ever again." He continued to plead his case.

Trey ignored the tiny thief's pleas for mercy. "I will be bringing him in shortly, Sir." He spoke annd hung up the phone. He looked down at the tiny tied to his foot. "Looks like I don't really need to rush to bring you in. There is more to patrol just yet." He laughed as he lifted his foot towared his shoe.

"Please don''t do this. Make me normal size again. I promise I won't run this time." Tony pleaded. The smell of the officer's socks was bad enough. He could image the shoe smelled even worse. He didn't want to be trapped inside of it. "I really won't run, I promise." He pleaded, practically begging the officer not to put his shoe on.

Trey slide his foot inside his shoe after loosening it up. Once his foot was secured with his tiny prisoner, he secured it on his foot. He put his other shoe on. He could feel the tiny squirming under his socked foot excitedely. He knew the little guy wasn't too happy being in there, but he should not have ran. Yet, shrinking him and tying him to his foot was entertaining enough. He couldn't hear any of his pleas since his shoe muffled out any sound he made. He decided to stop for coffee and donuts before heading back. He may as well enjoy his foot toy before booking him for robbery.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: @mansock456

Frank was regretting his choice he made. He was sentence to twenty-five years prison time, but his lawyer offered him the plea deal where the prison time would be changed to twenty-five years in community service at the judge's choosing. He didn't want to go to jail and choose to take the plea deal. He now wished he hadn't. He didn't know what community service the judge had chosen for him for the next twenty-five years.

Blake scroll through his phone as he wiggled his toes. It was another long day of walking in those boots, but at least one of them had an extra insole to comfort his foot. Some criminal was given to him to serve out his commuity service deal. He choose to use him as his tiny foot slave to serve his military feet. Every day he has him in his boot for every march. Then when relaxing in his room, he ties him to his sock to smell and absorb all that foot sweat. Sometimes the little guy complains about his job, but he always reminds him that he has to serve his feet for community service. Truthfully, he kind of wants to keep him even after he gets out of the military in fifteen years. He enjoys having his tiny foot slave smelling his rank socks and feet while he relaxes.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: Instagram account @jzillaraidsagain

Pat looked up at his now giant roommate's socked feet that towered above his small size. His roommate's feet look massive. One whole foot could easily crush him. This was sort of his own fault that he was tiny to his giant roommate. The game truly was a magical game. He thought Tommy was lying when he said so.

"I guess you believe me now," Tomny said with his arms crossed and his feet towards his tiny roommate. "I put in the conditions that the loser would shrink down to 4" tall. I guess you should have played harder." He smirked.

"Okay, your point was proven, now undo it." Pat requested. He could smell his roommate's socks even more now that they were massive.

"I might, but you have to do something first before I consider reversing it." Tommy said, wiggling his socked toes.

"What is it I have to do?" Pat asked afraid to even know.

"Start worshipping my socked feet like a good little foot toy or tiny foot slave." Tommy said in a dominating tone.

"No way, I am doing that!" Pat screamed. "I won't be anyone's foot toy!" He added.

"Suit yourself then," Tommy said as he lowered one foot over Pat, completely burying him under his socked foot. He applied a little pressure, but not enough to crush him. He could feel hus roommate squirming wildly under his foot. He rather enjoyed having him at his complete mercy. He waited twenty more minutes before lifting his foot.

Pat gasped for fresh air as the foot moved from on top of him. The odor of the sock was so strong. There was no escape from it as long as he was trapped under his sock. "Please, no more, " he pleaded as he breathed in fresh air. It felt like an eternity under foul odor.

"Well, you know what to do, little foot toy," Tommy ordered him with a smirk on his face.

Pat saw no way out if he wanted his size back. He approached and started rubbing the massive foot that towered above him. He kissed the very socked foot that was crushing him just earlier. He even licked the sock. It tasted nasty, but if it helps get his size back, he did it.

Tommy let his foot toy worship his giant feet for a good hour before he decided what would come next. He needed to run an errand and he was taking his foot toy with him. He grabbed him and put him in one of his favorite pair of sneakers.

Pat thought his nightmare was over, but saw that he wasn't wrong. He was put inside a foul stench prison that smelled so horrible, that even holding his nose didn't help. It got even worse when he saw a massive socked foot entering the sneaker. "No, don't do this, please," he pleaded, but he saw it did no good. The massive foot swept over him and pressed him into the insole that smelled even worse. He could feel the massive foot applying pressure as he began to walk on him. He squirmed to show his discomfort, but he saw that wasn't helping at all.

Tommy grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. He ignored his toy squirming under his foot. The truth was that his size was irreversible. The game conditions were permanent. He would tell his roommate eventually, but for now he wanted to enjoy his tiny foot slave and foot toy.

HAPPY MACRO MARCH

[7kbuttcheeks2]

The Human Chair

Warning; LONG (~8.5K words) and not including a "keep reading" link in case this blog goes down some day :/

An old story of mine that's floating around here on tumblr already but hosted on one of my blogs that got deleted, here it is again in case & to find it easier;

John was sitting at his armchair in his living room, thinking for a long while. Would it work well? He thought it would. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. It was a quarter to 3. If the guy who emailed him was serious about this, he would be getting off the train at 3:15. John got up, grabbed his coat, and left his house.

The train pulled into the station. People got out. John sat in his car, waiting for the guy who had reached out to him. He stepped off the train, just as he said he would. He was short, a scrawny nerdy looking guy with blond hair and glasses, not too shabby an outfit. Sweater over a shirt and khakis. He was probably a tech guy. He was scanning the parking lot for John’s car, and when he saw it, he paused. Maybe he was second guessing? Whatever nerves had caused him to pause, he dropped them and walked toward John’s car, a slight tremble in his steps. In that moment, John felt the urge to fart. He held it in. John’s cock was hard in his pants.

“Ben?” He rolled down the window.

“Yeah, John?” He gulped.

“Come in.”

He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt, “Thanks for picking me up,”

“Yeah of course. Besides, no offense, but I don’t give my address out to people who might flake.” He turned out of the parking lot, “You still want to do this?”

“Yeah,” Ben was smiling wide. He thought John looked even hotter in person; rugged black hair and scruff, a strong physique…he had seen naked pictures and knew he was hairy under those clothes.

“Good. Do you want lunch or anything?” John gave out a little laugh, “Will probably be your last good meal for a while,”

“No it’s ok, I ate before I got on the train,” Ben was shaking now. John grimaced. He didn’t want to bring this stranger to his house if he started having doubts and backing out. But there was not much he could do. In the email, he was clear that Ben was allowed to say no at any point before they start. After they started, Ben would have no choice. That part turned Ben on, he’d said.

They reached his house. It was an ordinary single story house. It didn’t stand out from the others in the neighborhood. It had a chimney, but John didn’t use the fireplace for years.

“You know, I’m still surprised that you found my ad,” John said as they got out of the car. “I thought that site would have taken it down by now.”

“Nope, it’s, uh, still up.” Ben had gone quiet in the car. John could tell he was nervous. Once they got into the house, Ben asked “Ok so, where is it?”

John smiled again. Maybe the nerves were because of excitement. “Follow me.”

He brought him into the living room. It was relatively small. His armchair was against one wall. The couch was against the other. Three large windows looked into the back yard. Across from the armchair was the TV. John gestured toward the armchair, “Here it is, just like I told you.”

Ben was trembling a lot now, and he looked at the chair, his eyes glued to the seat. “It really works the way you said, in the email?” His voice was faint.

“Yep. I’ll go over just to be clear,” With a grunt, he pulled the chair away from the wall. Ben couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It was exactly as it was in the pictures. The same pictures he had been jerking off to for the past week.

It was a large square hole in the wall. John had explained that it was where the fireplace used to be, but he didn’t want to pay extra for gas so he had it removed. Instead of patching up the wall, he left the hole. He’d also done a lot of DIY. He expanded the back of the wall, which took some space out of his bedroom closet but he didn’t mind that. He built a small drain that went down into the house’s sewage pipes. Just above that was a long board with wheels, what resembles a hospital gurnee. There were straps around it. There was also a hole in the middle of the board.

“Alright,” John sighed, his arms on his waist, “So…to recap. You’ll lay down here. I’ll strap your arms, ankles, legs, and chest in so you can’t move. You’ll be naked and your ass will go in that hole. I’ll put a funnel system around your dick and under your ass. That way, you don’t have to come out for the restroom or anything, you can just go into that hole. Kind of gross but it takes care of that problem at least.”

Ben gulped, “Ok,”

“You’ll be completely strapped and so, won’t move around. Then, I”ll put the chair over you. As I showed you,” He gestured toward the back of the chair, the bottom of it was hollowed out, “I fixed this old armchair up so that the cushion has a rim-chair built into it. When I put the chair back in place, I will turn the knobs on the gurnee and it will lift you up so that your face is at the seat level. See?” He unveiled the top of the seat, which looked like a normal cushion at first but turned out to be a thin fabric hiding the rim-chair. “Your face will be in that hole. And…uh, yeah that’s it. I’ll sit on your face as long as I want.”

Ben’s heart was pounding. John continued, “This fabric is in case I have friends over. Which I will, tomorrow night. I invited some buddies to come watch the game. Don’t worry, none of them will be sitting in this seat. Your face belongs to my ass only,” He smiled wide, “Just as I said in my emails, when you are my chair, you have no rights. You cannot say you want out at any time. If I need to fart, I’m farting up your nose. If I want my hole licked, I’ll sit on you naked and that will be your only cue. The only time you matter is when I ask if you are hungry or thirsty, and I’ll give you food and water. Otherwise, you don’t give me instructions. I’m not interested in conversation, because I don’t talk to chairs. If you are uncomfortable and want me to loosen the straps, too bad. If you’re sick of my farts, too bad. As we agreed, you belong to me for the next 48 hours. There are no safe words. If you want out now, I’ll take you back home. But the minute I put you in the wall is the minute you belong to me. If at any point in the next 48 hours you want to stop, and go home…too bad. My ass is your home until the weekend’s over. Do you understand?”

Ben’s face was white. He’d been jerking off to this kind of fantasy for so long, and when he found John’s ad online, he couldn’t contain his excitement. But now that he was in the house, he was terrified. It was too real for him. What if he hated it? What if in the very first minute he hates it after all? He’d never done something like this before. He’d never actually been smothered under a man’s ass, he’d never sniffed farts, never done anything kinky like this. If it turns out he doesn’t like it…he’ll be stuck as a human chair for two days.

“Do you understand?” John was deliberate.

“Yes sir,” Ben gulped, “I…I’m sorry this is just so hardcore…I’ve heard of people doing these things but I haven’t really done BDSM stuff with anyone,”

“Do you want to call it quits?” John asked again. “I won’t be mad.” That wasn’t entirely true. He would be annoyed and disappointed if the only person who responded to his ad decided to say no at the literal last minute. He’d been dying to try out his new toy for months. But he was still a good guy. He wouldn’t pressure anyone into doing it. In the emails, Ben seemed very excited. Maybe he was more in love with the idea of being a human chair than actually doing it. John would cut him slack since he has never dipped into bondage play before.

And Ben was nervous. He stared at the hole for a long time. The silence was more awkward with each passing second. Finally he took a deep breath, “No, I…I’m ready.”

“Ok. Take off your clothes.”

Ben stripped. As he undressed, his face was flushed. John seemed like a nice guy over their email conversation. But how could he put so much trust in a stranger on the internet? The only solace that Ben had was knowing that in these last few moments before they started, he was in complete control. At any second he could say “Nope” and go back home. But that window of time was getting smaller and smaller. John had pulled the gurnee out from the hole in the wall. There were seven straps. Two for each ankle, two for each wrist, one for his thighs, one for his chest, and one for the neck. There was a little padded indent at the front where his head would rest, two little rounded poles came up on either side. He didn’t know what they were for.

“Alright, if you are ready, lay down on your back.”

Ben stood in the living room naked. His cock had gone hard and was throbbing. He knew that once he was strapped in, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself at all for the whole weekend. That was part of the fun.

“And I’ll take your glasses for you,” He said. Ben took them off and handed them over. John asked, “can you see at all without these?”

“A little,” he shrugged, blinking, “I can’t see far away.”

“Ok. Not that it matters, you won’t be looking at anything but my asshole.” He picked up Ben’s clothes and put them on the table.

Ben sat down on the gurnee and got into position. Laying down, his ass was over the hole. When he had to go, he would just relieve himself into the tube that John would set up. That was the worst part, to him in the moment, thinking how disgusting and unhygienic it was. But he wouldn't have another choice. John had suggested wearing an adult diaper, but that sounded even worse.

Ben tightened the straps around his ankles. Then he tightened the strap over his thighs. Then, around his wrists. Ben’s heart was beating too fast. He tried to control his breathing. John tightened the strap over his chest. Almost as a reflex, Ben jerked his body a bit but he couldn’t move at all. Delicately, John guided Ben’s head down on the padding, and carefully wrapped the strap around his neck and tightened it just enough to keep him from moving his head up. Ben gulped, he felt the strap. He could still breathe fine at least. John moved over to fit a large tube over Ben’s dick, and pointed the other end of it down the hole in the gurnee between Ben’s legs. He set up a similar tube under Ben’s ass. Then, John turned some knob near Ben’s head, and the two poles on either side came together and pressed into his temples just above his ears. They weren’t tight, but they were set in place so Ben couldn’t turn his face to the side. He was completely immobile.

“Alright. This is your last chance,” John stood over him, his crotch was at the level of Ben’s face. From here, Ben saw John at a glorious angle. He looked so tall, buff, powerful, a dominant man. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?”

Ben nodded as much as the poles and straps allowed him to, “Yes sir. I…I need to be your chair. It’s my destiny” Ben’s cock was throbbing against his belly.

John smiled widely. His crotch was bulging. He had been horny since they started talking online. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love this. This has been my fantasy for years but I couldn’t find guys who were into it. You’ll be my first chair. You should be honored.”

Ben gulped, his face was burning red, “I…I’m very honored sir. I hope I serve you well.”

“You only have three jobs once you’re in there,” John said, “First, sniff all of my farts. I don’t want to smell a single one. Second, eat out my asshole whenever I’m naked. Third, don’t talk unless you are asking for food and water.”

“…ok,” Ben’s voice had gone weak. He was starting to feel dread now. Excited and horny, but also dreading if he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to say anything. He had to go through with it. As he said, this weekend is his destiny now.

It was settled. John slowly pushed the gurnee into the old fireplace, lining it up right. He had sealed off the chimney long ago, so it wouldn’t be cold in there. Ben’s body was completely hidden in the wall. Only his head and shoulders were sticking out, held down on the gurnee. Using his feet, John kicked down the wheel stops so that the gurnee couldn’t move if Ben shook around. John then pushed the chair back in place against the wall. Then, he got on his knees and stuck his hand under the chair. He found another knob and twisted it a few times to lift the gurnee up. As promised, Ben’s nose peaked through the hole in the seat. John stood up, and saw through the built-in rim seat, Ben’s face was the only part of him exposed. John grabbed the fabric from earlier and reminded him, “This is only to cover you for when my friends are here tomorrow. Don’t worry, they won’t see you. But it is thin enough that my ass will mold over your face and you will still get to smell everything.”

“Um, John,” Ben was shivering, “can we…or, ok, wait, pause, can we just do this for maybe half an hour at first, just to test it so I can see what it’s like before we do the full two days,”

John burst out laughing. It sounded evil in the moment. Ben’s face went white this time, the same dread creeped back. John said “I just told you minutes ago that don’t have conversations with chairs. No normal person speaks to a chair. But since you’re new to this I’ll let it slide. Your time for negotiation is over. If you wanted to only do half an hour, you should have said so in the email. But nooo…you’re pathetic little dick was throbbing when I said 48 hours. Remember you told me that? Throbbing. You loved the time we picked. So I’m sticking with it. It is,” he looked at the clock, “4pm Friday. Meaning that you will be here until 4pm Sunday afternoon. And now I’m done talking to you.” He sighed. Ben was whimpering. He was afraid he’d made a terrible mistake.

“I have been holding this fart in since I picked you up from the train,” John smiled again, “And you’re going to vacuum suck it out of my jeans.” he turned around. His ass looked huge from this angle, and he slowly lowered it over Ben’s face. The cushion supported his butt cheeks, and lightly spread them in his pants. They molded over Ben’s face. John shifted around until he felt the tip of Ben’s nose wedge up against his asshole. Now John was shaking. His cock was hard. He gripped the armrests of the chair and pushed.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The fart came out much louder than he thought it would be. It vibrated deep into the chair. He burst out laughing. He felt Ben cry out into his ass, and he heard the gurnee wheels squeak. He was buckling around down there, making the gurnee shake a bit, but John knew it wouldn’t move. And he knew that there was nothing Ben could do to get his face out from his ass. The straps and post made it so he had no choice but to keep his head up, and if John wanted to fart directly into his nostrils, he could. And definitely would.

“Again, I’ll be nice since you’re new to this,” John cleared his throat, “You can’t be making any noise down there. The next 24 hours will be great practice for you to suck in my farts without freaking out and screaming.”

He felt Ben settle down, and felt him sniff and cough into his ass cheeks. John said, “Ok and also you really need to not cough or gag or anything. Anyway, now we can start for real.”

And with that, John stopped talking. Because why would he talk to a chair? He flipped on the TV and watched an old sitcom rerun. He felt a silent but deadly fart seep out and warm his butt. He shivered in delight, feeling extra comfortable in his new chair. If anyone else lived in the house with him, walking by they would just see John sitting in his favorite chair watching TV, and not think twice.

…

The next couple hours were uneventful. The sun set and it got dark in the house quick. John had some lights on and was still watching the show. At one point he got up to grab a bag of chips. As he stood up, he heard his chair coughing and sucking in fresh air. John laughed. In the kitchen he poured some chips into a bowl. Then he walked right back to the living room and sat down. Obedient so far. He didn’t have that much gas. Just a few short, quiet farts whispered out of his ass. They must have stunk pretty badly because each time, he felt muffled coughing against his butt cheeks, and heard the gurnee shake a bit. John had a huge smile on his face, and he was hard the whole time.

At around 7pm he turned off the TV, got up, and went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Nothing special. Leftover beef tacos. Even though it wasn’t healthy for him, he heated it up with a heaping handful of pre-shredded cheese. His grin was so wide. He’d mentioned in earlier emails that he was lactose intolerant, and that he would purposefully eat dairy so that he had more frequent and more foul smelling gas. In Ben’s reply, he said “my cock is drooling at the thought”. So, why not stick to his word? He’ll feel gross for the rest of the night, but at least John wouldn’t have to smell any of his own farts. He quietly ate his tacos in the kitchen, texting his friends about what beer he should get for the party tomorrow.

Closer to 8pm, he came back to the living room. He wanted so badly to look down at his chair again, but part of the fun was not acknowledging Ben as a person. He had to treat the chair like he would treat any other chair; with apathy, and disinterest. He sat back down, shifting a bit and feeling his cheeks separate so that Ben’s face wedged into his ass again. He puckered his hole to make sure that it was right over his nose.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have put cheese in those tacos” he pretended he was talking to himself, “My ass is gonna be ripping up a storm tonight.”

He sat back and turned the TV on again. This time he watched the next episode of his favorite cop drama.

His guts gurgled. His dick got hard. He knew that his chair had heard the gurgling too. John could feel his face scrunch up, embracing for impact. He grunted,

PRPRRRRRT

A wet sounding fart sputtered out of his ass. John sighed. He felt the chair sniff, and then it made a violent gagging noise. Again, he felt the chair shake a little as Ben’s body jerked as a reflex. John held back laughter. His own lactose farts made him feel queasy. He couldn’t imagine how unbearable they had to be injected right up the nose. He looked at the clock. Only 45 more hours to go.

At 9pm he got up, and to his surprise, the chair spoke,

“John can we do a time out,”

“Huh?” He looked around, pretending that he was alone, “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone speak even though there’s no other human in the house,”

“John I’m serious,” the chair pleaded, “Your farts stink really fucking bad, I need a break,”

John grit his teeth, and said, “Ok, quicktime out. Yeah, of course they stink. They’re farts. Not rose perfume. Second, you don’t get breaks, remember? You are my chair.”

“Yeah,” Ben’s voice was faint, defeated. They’d already talked about this at length over email, but it wasn’t until that moment that Ben had internalized the reality of it.

“Now, I’ve been way too nice to you so far,” John continued, “So if you speak without permission again, I’m not going to be nice. Ok?”

The chair didn’t say anything.

“Good chair.” John nodded. “You hungry?”

“Yes sir.”

John went into the kitchen to make food. Ben stared up at the ceiling, his whole body trembling. This was really happening. He couldn’t stand John’s noxious farts. Each one made him feel sick to his stomach. But he had no choice. Just as he promised, he was completely at the mercy of John’s ass. In the dark hole in the wall, a pearl of precum dripped out of Ben’s cock.

John came back with bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. The smell of tacos when John got up earlier had made his stomach growl, and he wished he would have gotten more food than this. But he couldn’t complain. John had to spoon feed him the soup, and he tore the sandwich into small bites to drop into his mouth. Didn’t want to get the rest of the chair dirty. He then let Ben gulp down a glass of water.

Without asking if he was satisfied, John sat right back down in the chair. He had a devilish smile on his face, because he had been holding in more gas since he got up.

PRRPTRTTTTTTTTT

The fart sounded like it came from deep in his bowls. Again, he felt the chair jerking around under him. He continued to watch TV.

Close to 10pm, John turned the TV off and got up. He went into the bathroom, got undressed, and turned on the shower. He stood outside, waiting for the water to get hot. His body was covered in black hair, especially on his arms, legs, and ass cheeks. He got into the shower and started to shampoo his hair. He rinsed, put in some conditioner, and lathered his hands in body wash. He kept his ass sticking out of the shower curtain. He didn’t want a single drop of water to touch it. Why wash your ass in the shower when you had a chair with a built in asshole cleaner? Out of curiosity, he did two things. First, he brought his ass back into the shower, still away from the water, and ripped a fart. It echoed off the tiles. He sniffed the air. It was like old cheese in rotting egg salad. The stink actually made him gag. He started laughing. That was what he would be feeding his chair for the next few days. His cock was hard, but he decided to wait to take care of it.

The second thing he did, after he dried himself off, was to rub his index finger in his ass crack, then bring it up to his nose to smell. Not atrocious, but not…good. It’s a man’s ass at the end of the day, of course it wouldn’t smell good. Again he shivered. He washed his hands, then he brushed his teeth. He went into his room, still naked, and grabbed a blanket. Then he walked back to the living room.

His cock had gone down a bit, but it was at half mast when he reached the chair. Briefly, he looked into Ben’s eyes, before turning around and sitting down. Now he felt the skin of his face wedge into his ass crack. Luckily he didn’t have to repeat the rule about nudity, because the chair remembered to start licking. John draped the blanket over himself, and opened a book he had left on the table.

For the next few hours, John was in ecstasy. It was so warm and comfortable. He loved the feeling of being fresh out of the shower, comfy and naked in a blanket, curled up with a good book, and feeling a hot moist tongue work his asshole. It was hard for him to focus on the book, because, despite how much he wanted to dehumanize and ignore him, Ben was the only thing on John’s mind. He thought that at any moment, he could easily fart into his mouth. But it was still day one, John thought he’d give him a bit more time to get used to these arrangements before he pushed the boundaries. The devil on his shoulder was excited. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when he would get to hear his chair gagging on the fart he’ll rip down its throat.

As the hours passed, the tongue was moving slower and slower. There were a few minutes where it stopped completely. John would clear his throat, and a moment later it would start back up again. He looked at the clock. It was nearing 1am.

8 hours had passed. Another 40 to go. John wished he could just fall asleep in his chair, and force Ben to endure his night farts. His dick was hard at the idea of him being fast asleep, and his unconscious body letting out a disgusting fart right up Ben’s nose. So badly, he wanted to sleep on top of Ben, keeping Ben from sleeping and forcing him to be conscious with his putrid asshole over his nose. But unfortunately, John couldn’t fall asleep in a chair. He had to lay down. So, he put the bookmark in his book, set it aside, tossed the blanket off of him, and got up to go to bed. He stood up a bit, his ass hovering just over the chair. Instead of saying goodnight, he grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed,

PPRRPRPRPRRRRRR

Yet another obnoxiously disgusting fart burst out of his ass. This time, he got to hear the chair’s coughing and gagging without being muffled. He didn’t turn to look. He turned off the light and left the room.

In bed, John had lotioned his cock and was masturbating to the memories of the day. He was kicking himself for not modifying the couch instead. If he’d modified the couch, then he could have the option to sleep with his ass over Ben’s face. Ribbons of cum draped his body. He wiped it off with a rag and fell asleep.

…

At 7am, John’s alarm went off. He yawned, stretched, refreshed for a new day. He got out of bed and threw on tight athletic underwear that helped him breathe down there, grey jogging shorts, and a tight purple running shirt. He put on black socks, and his running shoes.

Walking through the house, he passed the living room on the way to the kitchen. His chair was silent. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, grabbed his iPod, and left his house.

Even though it was a cool morning, he sweat a lot during his run. He jogged three miles every morning. His stomach wasn’t feeling good. Still upset from the cheese the night before. But that was a problem for his chair to deal with.

It was closer to 8am when he got back to the house, his back, armpits, crotch, feet, and ass were all sweating. He finished his water and came into the house, where he took off his shoes, and, with a smirk, dropped his jogging shorts. His underwear had dark patches of sweat around his ass crack and crotch. He walked straight to the living room, ready to relax in his chair.

Briefly looking at the face in the hole, he noticed bags under his eyes. He thought about asking Ben if he slept well, but remembered that it would be weird for a guy to talk to a chair. Ben hadn’t slept well at all. He never was able to sleep on his back, and hours of the straps digging into his skin made him itchy, and the inability to move made him claustrophobic. He briefly slept for a few minutes at a time, dozing off then waking up again, unable to fall into a deep sleep.

John twisted around and sat on the chair. His tight underwear held in the moisture of his ass crack sweat up against the nose. John leaned forward, scrolling through social media on his phone. He slowly let out a thick and silent fart. It made his swamp ass heat up, and again he heard and felt retching under him. John’s cock tightened.

After a half an hour of aimlessly looking at sensationalized news, John got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He scrambled some eggs and put them in an english muffin sandwich, each with a slice of ham and muenster cheese. He figured the combination of eggs and cheese would make a wonderful cocktail of gas for his chair to enjoy later.

He went to the living room and asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes sir,” the chair’s voice croaked, sounding depressed.

John went back to the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with some buttered toast, a cup of greek yogurt, and a banana cut in slices. Feeding was the only time he treated Ben like a person. John looked down at him with a kind smile.

After giving him a glass of water to drink, the chair said, “…I’m sorry John but I feel so stiff. Can you let me out?”

John’s smile disappeared.

“Just five minutes and I’ll get right back in,” the voice was shrill, “Please, I gotta stretch man, this hurts,”

John didn’t say anything. He set the glass down, stood up, and left the room. Ben’s eyes frantically shifted, but he shouldn’t move his head to see anything beyond the ceiling. He heard John’s footsteps come back, and then, to Ben’s surprise, he felt the gurnee lower. He was going to let him out!

“Thank you so much sir,” he smiled, “I promise I won’t complain again for the rest of the weekend,”

John moved the chair out of the way. But instead of pulling the gurnee out of the wall, he stood over Ben and twisted his ear. Ben cried out in pain, his face scrunching up and his mouth wide open. Just what John wanted. John quickly shoved something into Ben’s mouth, and quickly wrapped a strap around the back of his head, keeping it secure around his mouth. Ben couldn’t see it, but he could feel it prying his lips open. He couldn’t close his mouth if he wanted to. He moaned out, frantic. What was going on?

John ignored his cries, and he brought the chair back over him. Then, he reset the gurnee to lift him back up to seat level. Just like before, except this time his mouth was being held open with a spider gag.

The chair continued to moan in fear as John went into the kitchen and pulled out a half pint of chocolate milk. He chugged half of it, then carried it into the living room. He stood over the chair so it could see clearly what he was holding. It’s eyes were wide with fear. It moaned out, unable to make words but the pattern was clear, “No, no, no, no,”

“I told you I would stop being nice if you didn’t keep silent,” John closed his eyes, setting the milk jug down. “Now, you must be punished.”

He turned around, peeled his underwear off his sweaty ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and sat down on the chair.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The chair screamed up John’s ass. John smirked. That had to taste bad. It would take another hour for the milk to do havoc on his system, so he would just have to wait until the real punishment started. John turned on the TV and relaxed.

…

At 11:30, John finally stood up. He looked down at Ben’s face, which was wet with tears, and his eyes were burning red. Despite how horrible the past three hours had been for him, he at least managed to swallow every single fart.

Without speaking, John lowered the gurnee, moved the chair, and then removed the spider gag. The chair didn’t speak. Just like a good chair should act. He then put everything back in place.

John hoped that Ben finally understood what ‘you have no rights” means, and "you belong to me for the next 48 hours”. He looked at the clock and did a quick calculation. 20 hours in, only 28 more to go.

He went into his bedroom and changed into jeans and a plain sweater. Grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys, then left the house. He drove to the grocery store. It was busy around lunch time. He picked up snacks for tonight’s game. Buffalo chicken wings with blue cheese dipping sauce. Nachos. Mozzarella sticks. John grimaced. The milk he drank earlier was making him feel bloated and queasy. As bad as he felt, at least he didn’t have to experience dozens of his lactose farts directly on his tongue. He shuddered at the thought. Even so, he felt reluctant to get all of these cheese products. He shrugged. He always took one for the team. If his friends were over, he’d treat them to all kinds of unhealthy cheese covered snacks. And again, it isn’t as if any of them would have to smell his farts. That was the chair’s job.

He bought a case of generic beer. Then, he decided for himself to grab a six pack of stouts. These heavy dark beers made his ass bloated at night. Since it’s day two, he should bring out the big guns and make full use of his fart-vacuuming chair.

When he got back home, it was a little after 1pm. While he was gone, Ben managed to doze off a bit, only from exhaustion. And boredom. The worst part of this weekend so far was the incredible boredom he felt.

John put everything away, and he left the wings in the oven on low heat. He came back with lunch for the chair. Just a ham sandwich. As he fed the chair, he said out loud, “My friends will be coming around four. I’ve been feeling so bloated and gassy today. Thankfully my new chair will take care of that. I’ll let them out silently, and it will silently vacuum up my farts so no one has to smell them.

The chair let out a whimper.

…

By the time his friends came, John had changed into sweatpants and a loose comfortable sweatshirt. Matt and Hugo gave him bro hugs, and they all walked toward the living room. From their view, the chair was plain as ever, a normal looking seat, unremarkable and not worth looking at twice. John had already set up the nachos. They all grabbed beers, John opted for his bottle of stout. He sat down in his chair and relaxed, taking a deep swig of the bottle. The three of them chatted about work, Hugo vented about his girlfriend, they watched the game and talked about stats, they munched on nachos, they made dirty jokes. John felt his stomach cramp a bit, and so he carefully let out a silent stream of gas. It felt very hot, and it warmed up his butt and the seat of the chair. The heat went away quickly at least. The chair was working. John smiled.

Later, he got up to bring in the wings. As he got up, he smoothed out the sides of the chair to fix any suspicious indentations. For a split second, the seat seemed to be in the shape of a human face. But neither of the friends noticed, because, well, why would anyone pay attention to a chair? In the kitchen, John pulled the wings out of the oven. His stomach still felt sick. The milk from earlier was still bothering him, plus the new addition of nacho cheese. The beer wasn’t helping, and if he dipped fried chicken wings into a cheese sauce…He closed his eyes. It would be very hard for him to hide his gas. But he had to be a good host.

The night went on, and the more drunk they got, the louder they got. They laughed, they cheered. John was so comfortable in his seat. He slowly let out what felt like the hundreth fart of the night. Again, he felt his ass warm up. And again, he felt the slightest nudge underneath him.

“Dude should you be eating all this cheese?” Hugo asked.

Matt laughed, “Oh yeah, doesn’t this shit give you like mad farts and stuff,”

“Hah, yeah,” John shrugged, “To be honest I’ve been farting into my chair ever since I sat down.”

They all started laughing. He went on, “Seriously, it isn’t even like a bunch of farts, for the past hour it’s been one long stream of gas. I’m still letting it out.”

Hugo was on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, my chair’s been absorbing it all,”

…

After the game ended, they sat in the living room, chatting some more. Finally, it was nearing 10pm, and they decided to head out. “You wanna come out to Nico’s with us?” Their favorite bar.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ve been exhausted I think I’ll just watch some TV then head to bed.” And he genuinely was feeling sick to his stomach.

He saw them out. Then he returned to the living room and stretched. He saw that he forgot to adjust the fabric the last time he got up, and so the indentation of a face was clear on the seat. John was surprised that none of them had noticed. His dick was getting hard. He walked over to the chair and took the fabric off. Ben took a gasp of air.

“Thirsty?”

“Yes sir,” he coughed.

He went to get a glass of water. He wanted to congratulate Ben on a job well done. Five hours worth of farts went completely unnoticed because of him. But it would be strange to thank a chair for doing something it’s supposed to do anyway. And it isn’t as if a chair would feel something like pride in being a fart absorber.

After giving Ben some water, John sat back down. His eyelids were heavy. He watched the TV some more. He realized he was falling asleep. He got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the fourth bottle of the night. Not a whole lot, but enough to make his body feel heavy. He got an idea. He was trembling with excitement, but he couldn’t think about it too much or the plan wouldn’t work. He opened a drawer and took out a roll of duct tape. Back in the living room, he set the bottle on the table next to his chair. Then he pulled out a strip of duct tape, and used it to cover the mouth in the chair. Then, he turned around, and slowly lowered the back of his sweatpants. His hairy ass hung out of his pants, and he slowly sat down on the chair, adjusting so that his hole was over the nose as usual. He yawned. He drank the beer and watched the TV, lowering the volume. After another hour, without trying he fell asleep.

…

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Ben realized, with horror, what had happened. That John had fallen asleep with his disgusting unwashed asshole against his nose. Without being able to open his mouth, he had to breathe through his nose, which meant he had to take in his stink with each breath. The weight over him made it difficult to breath as it was.

When he first farted, Ben thought that John was awake. The fart made his eyes burn, and he gagged against the duct tape. Then he realized that John was completely asleep, and that he just farted in his sleep. They were soft, but thick and hot and swampy. The combination of lactose, beer, and deep fried foods, made the stink beyond atrocious. Another fart seeped out of John’s ass. Ben gripped the sides of the board, and wiggled his feet, and tried shifting his body around. There had to be some way to turn his head to the side so he didn’t have to suffer it. But everything had been planned out too well. There was no escape. The asshole was providing him his only air, and so it was the only thing keeping him alive through the night.

…

At 7am the next morning, the alarm in John’s room went off. He could hear it from the living room. He had a bit of a headache, and his mouth was dry. He saw the TV was still on, low volume. The morning news. He drifted in and out of sleep for a bit.

Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes again. He felt sweaty. Uncomfortably sweaty. It was warm in this room, and the sweat clothes were really making him sweat. He knew his hairy ass was coated in sweat, and the face pressed up in his ass crack also felt uncomfortably hot. John smiled. He couldn’t imagine how horrible the night had to have been for his chair. He grunted and let out a beastly morning fart.

PPPPTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPPSSSS

Yep. Definitely a beer fart. He felt shifting underneath him. Good, his chair survived the night. He stayed there for a bit so the chair could absorb the gas.

He stood up, peeling his cheeks off the face, and yanked the duct tape off. The chair cried out in pain, and then started gasping. John ignored the noise and walked to his room, his ass still hanging out, red marks from where it had been rubbing skin all night.

He took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took another shower. Again, he kept his ass out of the curtain. He thought it must have looked funny from an outsider perspective; a man taking a shower with his ass sticking out.

Usually he went for a run, but he wasn’t feeling good. His stomach was still a wreck from the night before. Only 7 more hours of fun. He didn’t put on a shirt, but he did put on a pair of basketball shorts.

He went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of oatmeal. He fed the chair without speaking to it. The chair didn’t say anything, it greedily ate the oatmeal off the spoon. Even though John knew it would make him feel worse, he poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He brought his cereal into the living room and ate it while watching the news from his chair. His stomach hurt in the next half hour.

SSSPPPPPPPRPRPRRPRPRPRR

The fart was painful, and sounded ugly. John cringed and held his stomach. He wanted to take one of his emergency gas pain relief pills, but that would probably stop his gas for the rest of the day. He only had 6.5 hours of fun left with his chair, and he wanted to make it happy. So he bore the pain, and pushed out the next fart.

PPRRTTRTRTRTRPTPRTPRTPRTPRTPRPTRPTPRTP

The chair was working overtime to suck in these farts. John was surprised he still felt and heard gagging underneath him. You’d think after so much time, the chair would get used to it by then.

A wicked thought came to John’s mind. He’d had it before when he first messaged Ben, but he didn’t take it seriously. But he thought, what if he just decided to keep his new chair, and ignore any previous arrangements. Of course the thought was just a fantasy, he couldn’t actually do that to Ben. But it made his balls tighten.

…

He didn’t do much the next couple hours. As usual, he watched TV, and unleashed his upset-stomach farts into the seat of the chair. He couldn’t imagined what they must have smelt like. And thanks to the chair, he would have no idea.

At lunch, he just had a sandwich. He fed the same type of sandwich to the chair, and gave it water. Then, he sat back down. He watched reruns. He yawned. It was pretty boring to just sit in a chair all day, but he wanted the chair’s last hours to be full of farts and ass stink.

The clock eventually struck 3:30pm. Only 30 more minutes. The chair had done a fantastic job today. Unlike yesterday with all of its shaking around and moaning and speaking, the chair was completely quiet, and barely moved. It didn’t matter how loud or long or rank the farts were, the chair silently took them in. Again, as John’s heart was pounding, he pulled his pants down and sat back on the chair with his bare ass. He felt the tongue wiggle up his hole immediately. He started to jerk off, his throbbing cock large in his hand. His balls felt swollen. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he had to make it count.

He tried imagining what it was like for his chair the past two days. How endless the assault of farts must have been for its nose. How uncomfortable its body had to be in the straps. How it had no way of knowing the passage of time, and could only see, feel, and smell the ass that was resting on it. How bad his ass stunk from the farts and from not washing. And how the chair licked his asshole without protest.

He felt a fart and ripped it onto the tongue and into its mouth.

PRRRR

The tongue recoiled for a moment, then kept going.

John came. His asshole clenched over the tongue that was rimming him.

He settled down, his heart beating, and feeling light headed, as the tongue kept probing his asshole. The clock read 4pm, but he spent a few minutes relaxing in the afterglow.

“Alright then,” John sighed in disappointment, “Time’s up.”

He stood up. Ben let out a sigh of relief. John lowered the gurnee, and moved the chair out of the way. Then, he pulled the gurnee halfway out. He undid the hoses and tubes around Ben’s privates. Then he pulled the gurnee out. Ben looked pale, limp, and miserable. Especially in his eyes, there was such misery and exhaustion. His cock was rock hard.

“I don’t normally do this to guys,” John said, “But you deserve a reward for being such a good chair,”

He dropped his pants, and straddled Ben, lowering his asshole over his face, smothering him. As he sat on Ben, he watched as his body buckled around. John grabbed Ben’s rock hard cock, bent over, and took it into his mouth.

Ben had been rock hard for so long, that he felt his dick was sensitive enough to go off at the slightest friction. At least, that’s what he thought would happen, if he had any physical stimulation while he was down there. It only took him a minute to erupt cum into John’s mouth. He moaned into John’s ass.

Then, John stood up and undid the straps. Slowly, Ben moved his joints around. When John got to the headboard and undid the strap and posts, Ben cracked his neck loudly. Like a sloth, he tried sitting up, his full body was fatigued. Red lines from where the straps were raced across his skin.

“Well…how was it?” John smiled.

“That was fucking horrible,” Ben muttered.

“Oh,” John frowned, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you hoped it would be.”

“Fuck off, where’s your bathroom, I need to shower.”

…

John drove him to the train station that evening. In the car, just before Ben left, he said “Well, even though you didn’t like it, thanks for helping me live out this fantasy.”

“Whatever,” Ben’s voice was low. He got out of the car and headed for the train.

…

On the train ride, Ben looked depressed. He thought through everything he’d experienced. How badly John’s farts stink. How uncomfortable it was to be strapped down. How humiliating and disgusting it was to relieve himself in a hole in the wall. His full body was exhausted and stiff with pain from laying on the board for so long. And John didn’t even have the decency to let him stretch once. He remembered how boring it was to just lay there quietly, passively taking farts to the face, and then staring up at the ceiling when he was away. He had constant headaches from exhaustion and the pressure of John’s body. He felt underfed and cranky from the small bland meals John made for him. And worst of all, he was constantly nauseous when John farted into his nose. His throat hurt from so much coughing and gagging. And when the farts were very bad, he would jerk around and the straps dug more into his skin, making it burn.

He’d turned down going with his friends to a bar that weekend for this. He’d chosen to spend two days of his life like this. He felt so dirty and pathetic. And embarrassed. He had been so excited to try out bondage, and his fart fetish, only to hate both in the end.

That night, he was laying in bed, and he thought about John’s ass, how bad it stunk, how gross it felt sweating on his face, how the hairs clung to his nose and made it itch.

Despite how much he’d hated the experience, his cock was rock hard. And cocks usually don’t lie.

He called John.

“Hello?”

“Hey John, it’s me. Ben.”

“Oh…hey. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I loved it so much.”

“Really? You sounded so mad after I let you out,”

“Yeah but…” Ben couldn’t explain, “I can’t stop thinking about your asshole.”

“Oh well I’m flattered, haha,”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?”

On the other end of the line, Ben heard John laughing.

[anon-vester]

Picture Source: @threewayftl

Jason woke up feeling groggy. The last thing he remembered was having drinks with his cousin the previous night. His cousin Drake asked him over to spend a little family time together. He was initially surprised by the invite due to how he would annoy Drake at family gatherings. He didn't mind coming over though. From what he can remember they had a good time hanging out. He knew he had a little too much last night. The hangover was bad.

Jason then heard the floor shaking as though something large was approaching. As he lifted his head, he saw that nothing looked like it did last night. The room was ginormous. Everything was a giant size to him. He saw that his arms, legs and mid section was taped down to what appeared to be a giant flip flop. He tried to free himself, but the tape was too strong. He could move one bit. He then saw what was making the floor shake. He saw a now giant size Drake standing over him with a smirk on his face.

Drake looked down at his handy work. His annoying cousin was completely stuck to his favorite pair of flip flops. Jason fell for his trap and now it was time for him to get payback for all the other times he annoyed him at almost every family gathering. Once he passed out from drinking so much it was easy to shrink him and tape him to his flip flop.

"I am sure you're wondering why you are on my flip flop." Drake paused. "It's simple. Your annoyance got on my nerves. Now I get to take that out on you. He added.

"I am sorry, okay? Just let me up. I promise to be less annoying from now on." Jason pleaded as he saw Drake raise his foot towards the flip flop. He saw how he slid his foot on to the other flip flop.

"I might consider giving you your size back after a couple of weeks." He smirked as he slowly lowered his foot to slide it on the flip flop. "Until then, be a good living insole." He laughed as he secured his foot on and started to walk out of his room. He could feel Jason squirm just a little, but not much. The tape was too strong for him. If anyone asks about Jason he would claim he doesn't know where he went. At least, this way his cousin was more useful than annoying.

Jason hated feet. Now, being stuck under his cousin's foot was a nightmare. Each step crushed him over and over. There was a slight foot odor, but it was strong enough to be pungent. Cushioning each step felt degrading as he was treated like an object under his cousin's foot. The giant foot muffled his cries for help as he was at the mercy of his cousin for who knows how long.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: anonymous

Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.

"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.

"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.

"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.

Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.

"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.

"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.

"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.

"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.

Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.

"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.

"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.

Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.

Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.

Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.

A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.

Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.

"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."

Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.

Would you want to....

share Tom's fate.

play the role of Bradly enjoying the best pair of work socks.

return Tom back to normal and use regular socks.

Voting ended onMar 27

[tparker48]

Request for Johnsmith321sworld The lockers were empty as the university's gym would start its classes for the day. The area would be quiet a

(Follow the link for the previous adventure^^)

Request for Rechtano2 and Snemanden1

“Come on…just a little further..” Tyler twisted the plastic straw through the holes in the jar, nudging it against the metal latch.The metal hinge creaked and groaned, but its iron grip remained on the lid. “Come on..move damn it!”

He rattled the straw, hoping its force would undo its hold. But a frail snap was all it took to rob him of that hope, as the neck of the straw crumpled against the lid. 

Tyler balled his fist, throwing the straw to the other side of the jar. Why the hell don't they make these damn things stronger?

He slumped against the glass wall, before facing forward. Beyond his muddy reflection, a small shed surrounded him. Sunlight bled through withered cracks in the wall, streaking across the cement like lightning as it funneled to the wooden entrance. The second barrier keeping him from the world.

Getting to his feet, he tackled the side of the jar, the edge of the counter he found himself upon, but the container refused to budge.

Slowly a burning sensation plagued his limbs,and he slumped to the glass. A flash of his older life danced in his mind, The sunset peering through the edge of the locker,  his friends gathered around as they prepared for their workouts. It all seemed distant to the hollow room he was in now. 

Shadows danced outside, before two figures entered through the door.

“Fuck is it hot out there!” Brad wiped sweat from the back of his neck, discarding droplets to the wooden door. “Next time the coach reminds us to do some jogging before practice, remind me to hide under the benches.”

“What's wrong? Don’t tell me a little heat is all it takes to make you cave?” Brandon said.

“Fuck off, not all of us can stand burning like you can, you damn camel.”

Brandon and Brad, the cause of his predicament. It’s been days since those lugheads robbed him of his livelihood, reducing his life to this jar upon like some trinket. It’s rare to see the two of them together with their tight schedules at the gym. It made Tyler grimace at the thought.

They closed the door, kicking their gear to cushioned chairs near crates along the wall.

“I swear all this sweat is giving me such a fucking wedgie!” Brad dwindled his fingers against the leg holes of his shorts. He glanced towards Tyler, and he smirked. “Hey, Tyler!”

Tyler turned to the wall behind. Just ignore him. Just ignore him.

A row of fingers clumped the side of the glass, flinging him to the bottom of the jar. The other palm cupped the top, as Brad shook the jar, thrashing Tyler across the walls like a pinball. 

“Don’t think you can ignore me, bitch! I know you hear me!”

“Alright Alright!” Tyler yelled, the jar’s shakes ceasing.

“Ah, there he is!” Brad brought the jar to his face, his chiseled mug distorting in the smears along the glass. “All it took was a few nudges to get you squawking. You rest well?”

Tyler’s vision swirled, and he stumbled to his feet. “Spare me the pleasantries..you and I both know you don’t care about how I feel.”

The jock chuckled. “Good, so I didn’t knock that noggin’ of yours out of place.”

Brad gave the jar another shake, before unfastening the lid, dumping Tyler onto his palm. Tyler stumbled along the plump edges of Brad’s palm, before it sealed around his body like a snake

“Enough of the warm up, Brad!” Brandon said coldy, tossing his worn shirt to the couch. “The runt needs his energy fully charged for his superiors.”

Tyler gritted as Brad’s thumb laid on his head, forcing a pop from his neck. “You lugheads are not my superiors!”

“Oh yeah? That’s rich” Brandon said. “From where we’re standing I’d say we are.”

Brad’s thumb increased, stuffing Tyler in his fist. “And what we say goes, shrimp boy.”

With a brief squeeze, Brad flung Tyler to the couch, the small jock ricocheting from the cushions. Tyler barely got to his feet before Brad crashed upon the couch, uprooting the middle cushions as it catapulted Tyler against the jock’s hairy thigh.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Tyler yelled.

“If I wanted to you would be already, but then we’d have to find a new rag.” Brad replied. “Speaking of, you’ve got ass duty today!” 

Brad shifted his thigh, steamrolling Tyler beneath its bulk like lint. The jock’s weight was like a semi truck, sending a burning sensation through his limbs as the leg rolled to the other side.  Stumbling to his feet, Tyler ran towards the end of the couch, only for Brad’s soles to land on his back.

Brad chuckled at Tyler’s efforts to wiggle free. “Not so fast, butt rag, my ass is this way.” 

The balls of Brad’s soles latched Tyler’s shoulders like claws, raking him across the couch’s leathery surface and against his bulge of his crotch. 

A symbol of a hawk decorated the jokstraps pouch.  Tyler’s gaze narrowed, that was his jockstrap. When he first bought the pair all those weeks ago, It was a sign of pride, of discipline as he wore them in the gym. Seeing them wrapped around Brad’s junk was an insult. Its red sheen had deteriorated, half of the hawk’s beak withered by the exposure of sweat soaked into its wooled fiber.

A jab from Brad drew him from his thoughts. “Hey! Don’t go spacing out on us now, you’ve got cleaning to do.”

Another jab knocked Tyler from the bulge,as Brad bent his legs. Two muscular moons bloomed from beneath his legs. Fingers dug into the crack, pulling them apart as strings of sweat parted from the glutes. His ass was putrid, as if a trash bag had burst and dried along the wrinkly folds.

Tyler’s head swirled. No way in hell I’m going in there!

Tyler backpedaled, only to be stopped by Brad’s palm.

“Why the hell don’t you use soap?!” Tyler said.

Brad laughed. “Soap? I'm not wasting my precious axe on a mite no bigger than my dick. Nah, you don’t get the privilege of that.”

“The only privilege you have is that you’re too much of a pansy to do it yourself!"

Brad bit his lip. “Oh you’ve got some nerve. You want soap, eh? Try this on for size.”

  Fingers fumbles Tyler's waist, perching upon his shoulders. His head rang as one laid upon his head, driving him to Brad’s backside. A plume of carbon belched from the jock’s oily sphincter, and Tyler’s body locked, heaving into his stomach to rebuke the putrid flatulence, filling his lungs. 

He splayed his palms along the rim of the orifice, gritting beneath the finger’s weight. “What the hell did you eat?!”

“Peanuts.” Brad sucked on his own teeth, another burst of gas fuming to Tyler’s nose  “Thought I’d try something new to get my carbs up to par. Shit went through me like butter.”

Tyler flared his nostrils. “Well, aren't you a healthy one? If only you cared about your hygiene like the things you put inside you!”

“Hah! As if I need health advice from a piss ant!” Brad said. “Care about the things I put inside me, huh? Let's start with you then.”

Brad jabbed his finger into Tyler’s side, breaking his hold along one of the muscular folds as he plunged into the maw of Brad’s anus. 

The orifice engulfed Tyler’s shoulders, compacting him against the inner sphincter pinching his nose. It was like being squeezed through the bottle neck of a vice, the smell of sweat and dried turds marinating his skin.

A firm clench drew him deeper, and the leathered cushions of the couch vanished from beneath his feet. Tyler wrestled the throbbing walls to retreat, only for a suction to draw him back in. 

“Get your ass off me, you ass!” Tyler rattled his muscular cage.

Brad rocked his hips. 

Brad chuckled, swirling Tyler’s legs around his hole like a Q-tip.  “What? Not liking how much ‘care’ I'm giving you? I’m hurt. Speaking of hurt, the last of my breakfast wants to say hello.”

The inner orifice swelled over Tyler, pushing his head through its tight kiss to the chamber beyond. The smell of digested protein was sharp, searing into his lungs. Loud burbling echoed deeper in the chamber, before heat engulfed the space. Every breath was like breathing in ash, his eyes watering to the fight salted droplets trickling from the folds.

Brad’s anus honked as air squeezed past Tyler’s shoulders, turning to a brief hiss as Brad shoved Tyler up to his waist.

“Really doing a shitty job in there.” Brad scoffed. “I can feel the bubbles slipping through my hole. Make yourself useful for once.” 

Tyler wriggled in place, but couldn’t muster enough strength to budge the ring's grip. He wheezed as a finger dove into between his legs, a rigid finger docking against his hole. With a shove the finger forced the rest of him inside, the ring shriveling as it sealed him in the dark depth of brads.

“Fu-!..fuckin-!...” Tyler tried to speak, folds of ample flesh clinging to his face like a blanket. He stomped against the dough walls, only for them to morph around his limbs. “Let me out of here!”

Tyler punched the doughy folds. They clung to his limbs like a plastic bag, stiffening as they forced them to his side. Brad moaned, the upper wall lathering Tyler thick fluid

“That’s it, beat into my ass.” Brad said, steady thumps echoing above. “May be a shitty fart muffler, but you sure as hell make a good vibrator.”

“Ay! Don’t go tiring the bitch out before I’ve had my way with him!” Brandon said, his voice watered down by the symphony of Brad’s bowels.

“Fuck off, I’m just getting started.” Brad said. “Just sit in the corner like a good boy and you’ll..Hey!”

The chamber thrashed as the jocks tussled, Rattling Tyler from wall to wall. A loud thud thumped from outside, Brad releasing a groan. What the hell are those two doing out there?! 

The passage ahead compressed, pushing Tyler down as the tight kiss of the pucker met his feet. Fingers pinched his toes, fishing him into humid air. Brad slumped against the armrest, his fingers digging into the cushion.  The world spun to a now naked Brandon, as the jock smiled.

“Hello again, runt.” Brandon dangled Tyler before himself. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you forget about me.”

Tyler balled his fists. “I’m not your damn sex toy!”

 Tyler punched Brad’s nose. It bounced from its pointed ridges like rubber pellets, causing Brandon to smile.

“Least you still got some kick in you.” Brandon chuckled. “Unlike your punches.”

“Hey..you dirty cheat!” Brad pawed the couch, sending Brandon  stare. “That bitch belongs in my ass, you wait your turn!”

Brandon scoffed. “Does he now? Well then it sounds like I better give him back then.”

Tyler’s stomach twisted as Brandon wrapped him into a fist. His palms were damp, clinging to Tyler’s body like stickers. As if the smell weren’t bad enough. The walls  compressed around him, forcing his feet past the jock’s pinky. A squelch lingered below, a surface wrapping around his ankles. 

Brandon’s finger unfurled, and Tyler’s eyes widened. Below him the jock’s member throbbed, it gummy slit wrapped around his feet.

“What the hell?!” Tyler yelled.

“What? Shocked you haven't seen a real man’s dick before?” Brandon chuckled. “ Wouldn’t be surprised.”

Tyler’s chest tightened. Has the bastard gone crazy?! Like hell will I just sit back and be used as a sounding rod!”

Tyler wiggled his legs, bucking the shroomed tips against Brndon’s abs. The jock moaned rumbled the air, the fist holding Tyler tightening.

“That's it, just a little more and just might get just the spot.”

Tyler’s cheeks flushed, head butting Brandon’s palm. “You’re not using me for your pleasures!”

“Not in my palm you're not!”

Brandon’s fingers fumbled to Tyler's shoulder, weighing into them like anchors. The tender clamp that once clamped his feet softened, melting from his touch like quicksand as the tip of the cock yawned wider, swallowing more of Tyler. Tyler punched at the fingers restraining him, before pounding at the tender head, only to receive a moan from Brandon.

Brandon pinched Tyler arms to his sides, corkscrewing his chest inside his member. They dispersed from the tip as it throbbed in place, Tyler’s head poking out of the tip. The gummy orifice tightened around his head like a neckbrace, seed spilling past his ears and down the barreled length of his ass.

“Brandon!” Tyler began, his jaw stiffened by flesh beneath it. “Let me out!”

“Don’t worry, you're a tiny little head, my little cock astronaut.” Brandon mused, rubbing a finger over Tyler’s hair. He turned to Brad. “You’re about to take another trip through the black hole.”

With a flick along his shaft Brandon turned to Brad, gripping the jock’s glutes.

“Hey!” Brad jumped. “Watch the goods, I’m no fucking bottom!!”

“You are today. Consider a consequence for making me wait. ” Brandon mused, aligning his cock into the narrow valley of Brad’s crack.

Flesh rubbed against hair the pucker docked upon Tyler, welcoming him with sewery belch. Without warning, Brandon locked hips with Brad, sinking his length into the depths of his rectum. The sweat and seed salted Tyler’s lips, the shaft plowing through the tight tunnel until it crashed into a bulbous lump inside a meat pocket. It smothers Tyler against its hide like stamp, thuds thumping outside.

Brad’s sharp, airy grunts rattled the chamber.  “Will you take it easy?! That’s my prostate damn it!”

“Quit your bitching…I’m almost done.” Brandon replied.

Brandon’s thrusts increased, ramming into Tyler against Brad’s prostate. Tyler gritted, turning his head to slide along the smooth bulb. I’m gonna hurl, I don’t know how much shaking I can take!

Thick fluid engulfed Tyler’s soles, the urethral tunnel beginning to swell. Brandon cock rippled as seed erupted from the chamber, shooting Tyler through the tight tube. He crashed against an arch in the rectal walls, Milky bubbles polluting the narrow space with its salty aroma.

“Fuck, that was worth the wait.” Brandon sighed.

“Glad you’ve had your fun.” Brad said. “Now get the hell off!”

Seed sloshed as Brad shifted, battering Tyler against the now drenched walls. Gravity tilted, turning the steady seed into a whirlpool. Ejected from Brad’s ass, Tyler was sent into a free fall, tumbling upon a tainted napkin tucked between Brad's feet.

Tyler winced at the dry sensation in his throat, spitting cum from his tongue. “You two..are sick!”

“Don’t be such a sour puss.” Brandon said, massaging his flaccid cock, letting the white drizzle ooze into his fingers. “You should be honored to even bathe in my seed.

“Hey!” Brad interrupted. “If you’re done oggling over the fucker, I’d like to continue my share often fun. I’m fucking blue balled here!”

Brandon let out a soft sigh. “Always so impatient.”

Brandon plucked Tyler by his legs using his body like a squeegee as strings of seed dripped to the floor. “Take him, my nuts already got what they came for.”

With a careless flick, Brandon tossed Tyler to Brad, before sitting on the couch.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “You..”

“It's just you and me now, musk rag.” Brad mused. “My ass was just starting to miss you!”

Tyler writhed in the jocks grasp, but the fist iron grip only allowed his head to move freely. The palm lowered between the jock's legs, tender pucker blossoming from between the cleft like a flower.

“Pucker up, I’ve still got more gas with your name on it.”

With that, the world dimmed, the gummy orifice clinging to Tyler's face like a mask. 

The humiliation of being used like this, it burned Tyler to his core. His heart begged him to fight back, to defy the musky overlords keeping him here. But his body didn’t respond, his limbs spent on energy as they floundered off the ample back side like noodles. He couldn’t do anything, but stare into the dark, murky abyss that laid beyond the kiss of Brad’s anus.

The silhouettes of tree branches decorated the walls as the sun set, and Brad’s breath grew fierce. Tyler wheezed at the fist’s clenches, before ropes of seed strung from the tip of the cock, to bumpy hills of the jock’s abs.

Brad gasped,  staring at the ceiling. “Fuck..I needed that.”

Lazily the fingers around Tyler loosened, and fell to the couch. With shaken limbs he pawed the ahead. Have to..get away..from here.

The edge of the cushion slowly approached, and reached a hand inside. Two moons of wrinkly flesh darkened the cushion, as Brad’s testicles caved the small gap, slammed at Tyler’s back.

“Best fap of my life.”Brad loomed over his legs, rocking a testicle over Tyler. “For a pint sized runt you sure are handy for getting my wank on.”

“About time you finished.” Brandon flared his nose. “Another second of your senseless farting and my nose might have fallen off.”

“What’s wrong, hound dog?” Brad waggled his rump. “Your precious nose can’t take a hit from the dutch oven? Maybe that’ll teach you to fuck me before I had fun.”

“Hmph..” Brandon fastened his pants before getting to his feet. “Enough daddling, the boys are waiting on us to watch the game.”

“Oh! Are our universities facing our rivals again?! Those slouches are gonna get creamed this time?” Brad said.

Tyler wheezed as Brad shifted, his chiseled mug looming overhead like the sunset beyond the will window.

“Looks like our play time has come to an end, Tyler.” Brad tugged the loose hood of his cock over Tyler. He prodded the oily tip across his back, angling the slit just behind Tyler’s head.  “It was so nice of you to help us cool off.”

With a push, darkness swallowed Tyler’s vision as the slit engulfed his head, resting upon his shoulders like a helmet. Trapped seed smothered his face, lubricating his palms as their blows bounced from the cock’s pudgy hide.

The cushion of the couch faded as Brad stood, the tender appendage rattling between his legs. Eventually the jock stopped,  a clench ejecting Tyler from the maw of the slit as he landed back into the jar.

Tyler spat seed from his mouth, pounding the walls. “You bastards! You two can’t keep me in here!”

Brandon chuckled. “Of course we can.”

“You don’t get a say in what we can or can’t do…” Brad turned, splaying his ass over the lid of the jar. “Afterall, you’re our pet now!”

Air crackled through the orifice, its stench tainting the once cool air. The last of the jock’s flatulence, squeezed out of him with a watery hiss, before he fastened the lid.

“Hold that for me, consider it a thank you from your masters.” Brad snickered.

Tyler's palm slid across the foggy glass, stumbling to its side. Through watered eyes the two jocks began to depart, talking amongst themselves as they centered toward the door. The sliver of acknowledgement was only a mere glance from two, before they disappeared beyond the door, joining the world outside, as Tyler stayed there.

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[17h51]

[vore-mecca]

I never imagined it would end this way, yet here I am, completely trapped, frantically trying to delay the inevitable knowing it to be inevitable. Dangling over a hungry predator, just waiting for me to slip and plummet right down his throat. What was most infuriating was how this came to pass. I knew I could never be the biggest guy forever, but to be claimed by a man who I know I could gulp down in an instant on level ground, yet in my futile position was completely at the mercy of. Was there really a point to holding on? Looking up at me it was clear he recognized the uniqueness of our situation in this moment. A once in a lifetime opportunity that warranted patience. He probably also figured that were he not to claim me on this platform now, he would find himself in my own stomach before the night was over. He was right about that too. There was no escape for me, strength meant nothing when outwitted, so I hollered down to him below. “Bon appetite, fucker!” I called out, closing my eyes and letting go. I felt the wind rush by my skin for a second in freefall before my feet were stopped by the fleshy walls of his stomach. At least I had a good run.

[btmguy69]

[vore-mecca]

You can almost see his thoughts. The man you were just admiring is admiring you, but for a much more sinister reason. Great, so now what? You know for a fact from what you saw just moments ago you have no chance of outrunning him. If you’re completely honest with yourself, sliding between those glutes wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but what almost certainly waited for you within terrified you to no end. But bro could move like a cheetah, so what is there to do? Hope you had a good life because this is the end of the race for you in no uncertain terms.