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. :)
