"Hey Tim can you do me a favor," Britney asked while putting on her best smile.

"Sure," you say sheepishly.  You have had a crush on Britney ever since her family moved in 3 years ago.  You have been trying to ask her out but alas she doesn’t seem to have the same feelings towards you.  You can’t help it that when she smiles you melt and follower her commands, like a puppet on strings.

“My parents are out of town this week, but I have plans later on today and can’t watch my sister.”

Dear God don’t do this to me, you pray.  Britney’s sister, Rachel, is 11 and possible the cruelest person alive.  You despise Britney’s sister with a passion; ever since you meet her she hated you too.  She wears bright colors all the time but they don’t fool you for her dark evil side on the inside.  Even though she is younger then you she picks on you all the time.  You would do something about it but the **** always hangs out with her parents or her sister, and since you want to get close… well you suck it up.  Bad things happen whenever you’re near her. 

One time you and Britney were watching a romance movie on the couch.  You were close snuggled up close; the perfect moment to ask her a question if she likes you.  Out of nowhere a small ball hits you in the face.  “Ops, sorry though you would catch that,” said Rachel with an evil grin on her face.  Sure she was sent to her room but you lost the opportunity to ask the girl of your dreams out.

Or the time when you drove Rachel home because no one could pick her up.  Your car broke down the moment you left their drive way.  Sure your house was a couple of blocks away but you now she was the cause of it.  She was a walking disaster for you.

“Well… I mean…” you look up at Britney.  God you love her; “Sure I can.”

Britney’s face lite up with joy and hugs you like you saved her life, “Thank you Tim.”

“Yeah I know,” you say hugging her back.  Well at least I’m working my way back in her life.  Britney tells you to come over at three to watch her until she gets back.  You wait two hours until you leave your house and walk over. 

Britney already left and you know where the keys are for the door.  You step inside ready for the hell you are about to go through with Rachel.  Then it hits you, no one is hear except you and her.  You grin evilly, revenge time.  For all the years of her messing you with and being the worst person imaginable, you can do something finally. 

“Rachel where ar-” you hunch over from pain.  You can’t even breathe, like an invisible hand just punched you in the gut.  You black out from the pain. 

When you come to you look around yourself and nearly faint.  You have shrunken…

You looked around with fear in your eyes as you noticed that you are no bigger than a bug, possible even smaller.  The couches, tables, the T.V. all dwarf your size.  Without thinking you wonder into the middle of the family room, when you hear footsteps.  A normal person walks down steps, but Rachel acts as if she were crushing the life out of each step as she blunders down the stairs.

“What do you want Tim,” she says with such disgust that you practically feel it.  You notice she starts looking around the family room, and then the kitchen and she shrugs.  “I thought I heard a loser.”

You don’t know which makes you madder, the fact she didn’t notice you or that she called you a loser behind your back.  You deiced it doesn’t matter you need to get help or things could turn ugly for you at this size.  You start to shout and run toward her to get her attention.  Unfortunately she doesn’t notice and starts to walk toward you.

You should be scared at the fact she is walking toward you but you know she sees you.  It isn’t until she is practically on top of you do you panic.  Due to both her and your size and you misjudge your reaction time and speed to get out of the way and end up right under her bare feet. 

Not feeling a think Rachel continues her walk to the couch to watch some T.V. 

You are stuck with your back to the sole of her foot as she steps on you.  The first thing you think is wow I’m luck.  Then her foot came down again, and crushed your breath away.  Her foot lifts off offering you a quick chance to breath.  You do your best to brace yourself for the next step but it does little help.  After about 5 steps of excruciating pain Rachel reaches the couch.

Normally Rachel doesn’t put her feet on the couch but since no one is looking …well what no one knows can’t hurt them.  Rachel quickly pulls her feet up to her chest and rests her chin on her knees.

You barely know what’s happening as your world quickly moves up.   Below, you can see a leather surface quickly rushing to your face.  You crash into it with enough force to make you wince.  Due to the fact that the couch (unlike the floor) is soft, you can breathe easier.  You still feel the 5 ton weigh of Rachel’s foot on your back but with the couch you aren’t being smashed. 

Rachel quickly picked up the T.V. remote near her and turned on the T.V.  She flipped through a couple of channels and stops on Cartoon Network, her favorite.  Lucky for her some nail polish was on the coffee table so she doesn’t have to move to get it.  While watching her show she starts to paint her toes pink.

What seemed like a blessing of soft ground quickly turned into a living hell; the fact that the leather kept heat in where her foot was caused her feet to sweet on the bottom.  It ran all the way down over the bottom of her foot to your back and over your head.  You did your best to close your eyes and mouth but you had to breathe eventually.  You took a mouth of hot salty sweet in your mouth causing you to gag.  You did your best to spit it out and breath but you weren’t very successful and ended up swallowing some.  It was like swallowing sea salt.

Rachel feeling her feet get tired from keeping them in one place, so she dragged her feet wider apart and kept moving them back and forth.

You felt movement above you and had your face scraped on the leather surface.  While her feet rolled over you, you rolled with them flipping your face into the surface of her foot getting a mouthful of grim.  As your body rolled, your arms where pinned to your back to almost the breaking point.  Then the foot moved back to its original position.  This continued until you started to scream in pain.

Rachel felt something under her foot.  Slowly she pulled her foot up and started to look for the irritable object that she was playing with.  Assuming that it was just a piece of lint she quickly picked up her leg to grab and remove it.  What she found was not a piece of lint but a bug.

You were staring up at Rachel’s face in fear.  You saw her eye’s narrow at you trying to see what you were when her eyes grew wide.  She sees me.  Thank God.  Then an evil smile crept over her face.

“Well what do we have here?”

“Rachel it’s me!!!” You scream till you’re out of breath.  Wet, smelly, and tired you don’t care that she found you as long as it means you are out of this predicament.  You could take in any verbal assault she may give you as long as you’re off her foot.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t a bug on my foot.  This could be fun.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard.  She thinks you are a bug.  Your heart starts to beat in a panic, “No Rachel I’m not a bug.  I’m Tim!!!”

“You’re a funny looking bug,” she said with a smile on her face.

You know what she does to bugs, and it scares you to death.  If there is one thing she hates more than you it’s a bug.  Unlike most people who kill them on sight, she likes to play with her victims in heartless ways.  One time she took a bug, put it in a cup and spit in it till it was full and covered it with plastic to watch the bug drown (it took about a week).  Another time she took a bug and tied it to a piece of string and held it over a flame.  Not close enough to burn it but to cook it from the inside out.  You’re not a bug person but you can’t help but feel sorry for her victims.

You start to panic.   You fail your arms around to break free from her foot, but your efforts are futile.  It’s like someone super glued your back to something; that something happens to be an eleven year old girls foot who loves to torture bugs.

“You must be a stink bug because it looks like you love the stink of my foot.”  She started to giggle at her own joke.  You lay helpless on your back staring at the giantess’ face.  “Well since you like my foot soooo much I think I’ll let you stay there a little longer before we have some fun little bug.” 

She slowly lowered her foot down on the ground making sure to not crush you but still put pressure on you.  She walked into the kitchen making sure her “new pet” felt every step; sometimes she would scrap her foot on the carpet.

You though Rachel walking to the couch was bad, this trip was horrible.  You swear she was hopping on one foot, and sometimes she would scrape her foot on the floor which was like dragging your body over the ground (which isn’t fun trust me).  By the time you got to the kitchen, because of the tiles you knew you were there, you had scrapes and rug burn marks all up and down your body.  You swear you have internal bleeding.  There are bruises up and down your body to match the rug burns and scrapes.  You look like hell.

Rachel opened the refrigerator door to get some food out to cook.  She loved to cook; you could call it her hobby other than picking on you or torturing bugs.  She started the stove and put a dish on it.  Oh my God, she is going to cook me.  Then eat me!!!  To your worst fear she sat down in a chair, lifted her foot and picked you off her; squishing you in between her index finger and thumb.

“Now what to do with you my little bug?  Hmmm,” her face was frowning as she thought of a devastating torture for her new victim.  On the counter you could make out some food: Hamburger meat, vegetables, a can of sauce (you can’t read the label), and some other mysterious ingredients you can’t make out.  Was she making soup? You aren’t that good at cooking, so you can’t be for sure. 

Please don’t eat me.  Please don’t eat me. You can’t stop squirming in her hands afraid of what she is about to do.

“Oh you like to squirm do you?”  Then a grin slowly spread on her face, “since you are a stink bug and just LOVE to smell my stink, I’m going to put you somewhere way worse than my smelly feet.”  What could be worst then her smell feet… She got up and turned around and removed her shorts.  NO WAY!! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!!!  With her other hand she slowly slide her panties down a little and spread her butt cheeks with her hand.  She took the hand you were in and placed you near her ass hole.  She let go of her butt cheeks and let them smash you and her fingers.  She released you and pulls her fingers back sealing you in her butt.  She pulled her panties and shorts up and let out evil laugh.

You freak out and started to thrash about trying to find a way out, but quickly tire yourself out.   

“Ohh that feels good.  Keep it up bug and I may keep you as my little pet,” she giggled at her joke to you.  Rachel feels her bug stop moving and pouted a bit then squeezed her butt a little and felt it move again.  Smiling she walked back to the stove to start her dinner.

Feeling smashed after the ungodly squeeze from your surroundings you take a deep breath to relax.  The smell practically killed you.  It smelled like old meat wrapped in a sweaty old gym sock, with a hint of musk.   You couldn’t see a thing but judging by the smell you had to be damn close to the cause, her ass hole.   Unable to move and barely able to breath you lay there surrounded by warm sticky walls, with you face to face with Rachel’s giant smelly ass hole.

Rachel was nearly done with making her food when she felt a fart coming; not being one who is shy of her bodily actions she let it rip.

You felt movement in front of you.  How could you forget that Rachel never pulled back her gas, especially around you.  Everything around you started to vibrate as an ungodly loud noise could be heard in front of you.  A blast of hot air blows on you nearly pushing you back, if not for the cheeks holding you.  You hold your breath as long as you can but you have breath eventually.  When you do your eyes begin to tear and you cough like you just inhaled mustard gas, which you probably did.

Rachel got a waft of the fart and quickly holds her noise.  “Oh my God, that smells horrible,” she said with a laugh, “I wish Tim were here to smell this one.  I bet he would cry at this.  Whoa.”

Crying you heard every word, “I am here you dumb ass!!”  Not to your surprise Rachel didn’t hear a word you said.

Rachel just finished her cooking when the front door opens.  She went to check who that could be when she saw her sister Britney walk inside.  Putting on a good girl smile she ran to Britney and hugged her.  Britney pulled her into a big hug.

“What are you doing back so soon?”

“Well everyone had something to do so I came back.  Where’s Tim?”

Not wanting to get into trouble for being here alone and cooking, “He… he went home a couple of seconds ago to get… his phone.”

Buying it Britney smiled and went into the kitchen.  “Look at all this food.”

“Yeah Tim made it before he left,” she said with a grin.  “Do you want some?”

“Well I don’t like taco’s… but if Tim made them, then sure.”

Hearing the conversation you begin to shout to get someone’s attention.  You can’t believe that Rachel would lie like that to save her skin, and then you remember its Rachel.  Then you heard the word tacos and panicked.

Rachel served up both her and Britney some food.  Both were extremely hungry and had one burrito and a couple of hard shell tacos.  Britney sat down at the table to look at the food on her plate, she was starving.  Rachel came out of the kitchen with a bowl of sauce in her hands.  She set it down in between both of them.

“What is that?”  Britney eyed it suspiciously.  She wasn’t one to try new thing.

“It’s taco sauce that I made when Tim was here; he said it was really good.”

“Well if Tim tried it then so will I.”  Britney started to pour the sauce over her food and handed the bowl to Rachel who did the same.  Rachel then proceeded to sit down, but instead of siting she jumped up and landed on her butt with great force.  Grinning she rotated her hips to get more comfortable in her seat.  When she was done getting comfortable she started to bounce up and down in her chair in a slow beat every three seconds.  Britney noticed and smiled at her cute little sister, “Is someone hungry?”

Grinning, “Something like that,” she said. 

You weren’t claustrophobic but anyone would be if they were stuck in a smell ass with the walls around them squeezing you every few seconds.  You felt the warm walls relax for a few seconds then a great force pushed you up closer to Rachel’s ass hole.   Now your face was touching the hole and could feel the sickening pulse of it beating.  To say it smelled would be an understatement.  You could tell that Rachel didn’t clean it very well because it felt wet.  Not knowing if it was sweat or the leftover residue of its last action, but by the smell most likely the last.

Your world started to move in circles causing your face to be smeared around the hole in a clockwise direction.  You couldn’t help but to have smeared more of the shit on your face.  You hold your breath so the slime wouldn’t get in your mouth.  A couple of seconds later it stopped.  Hoping that would be the end of the torture would be a happy thought, but this was Rachel you were been tortured by.  Again the pressure of the walls was lessened, only to be back with more pressure bearing down on your back.  It pushed you up against the hole just enough to push your face into it.  Screaming you try to pull your face out of the hole with your hands.  Then the pressure was gone, allowing you to pull out of her ass.  As soon as you were free you got a face full of ass again as the pressure was reapplied.

Rachel couldn’t stop herself from giggling at the feeling of her bug being pushed a little into her ass.  It felt great to have this much power over something so small, and the feeling was pleasurable too.  She swears it feels like it’s kissing my ass, it must really like it down there.  Continuing her bouncing she quickly picked up her burrito and started to eat.  Britney and Rachel talked about their day and what they should do after dinner.  They decided to watch a movie together.

“Do you think Tim is coming back,” Britney asked when she looked up at the clock to see it was 15 minutes since she came home.

“I hope not.”

“Well I hope he does.  I think I like him a lot.”  Britney was blushing now, as she told her feelings about Tim to Rachel.

“You like HIM?  How could you like a bug like him?”  Rachel didn’t understand what her sister found in that pathetic thing of a man.  He was wimpy, weak, and useless; there was nothing manly about Tim.

 “He is always there for me… and tonight I wanted to ask him out.   That’s why I wanted him to babysit you.  When he gets back I’m asking him out.”

You heard every word of Britney’s confession and you felt your strength come back.  You did your best to force yourself away from Rachel’s ass hole.  You squirmed as much as you could to push the cheeks apart.  It was working, you got a few “inches (to your size)” away from the hole.

Rachel started to feel her bug wiggle away Oh no you don’t.  She used her butt muscles to force the bug back up to her ass hole.  She hopped up and down pushing the bug back to its rightful position.  “Well since Tim isn’t here and dinner is done, can I pick out the movie?”

“Sure.”

“Yay!”  Rachel got up out of her chair and ran into the family room to pick out her favorite movie, Gone with the Wind.  Rachel knew Tim hated this movie which made it her favorite.  Britney finished with the dishes as Rachel started the DVD.  They sat down on the couch and cuddled up to watch the three hour long movie.

You were just forced back to your original spot when you felt Rachel hop in her seat; the force was greater than her bounces.  It forced your head to pass through the hole and get lodged there.  “You have to be shitting me!!!”  The fumes were horrendous, and it didn’t help that you couldn’t get your head out.  The muscles of her ass hole felt like a vice grip and no matter how much you tugged you couldn’t break free.  The conversation had ended; in fact all sound from outside had been replaced with an eerie silence.  A few minutes passed and your head felt light, maybe it was the lack of air or the fumes in this death trap that was causing it, but you know that you are going to die in here; minutes pass and you start to fade.  Maybe God loves you or he just wants to watch you suffer more, but deep inside Rachel’s bowels you heard a rumbling.  A gust of wind pushes your head back out of the ass.  Quickly you take a breath of fresh air to get some oxygen to your brain.  You only found the horrid stench of the force that saved your life.  It was worse than the rest of the farts before.  You couldn’t help but faint, stuck between Rachel’s butt cheeks and asshole.

Lying next to her sister with her head on Britney’s legs and back up against the couch, Rachel was enjoying her favorite movie.  Feeling a rumble in her gut Rachel quickly pushed it out of her ass as quietly as possible.  Not a sound was heard from her and she quickly picked up a pillow and covered her ass to keep the smell in.  Half way through the movie Britney pulled out her phone to call Tim.  “AHEM.  No phones in the movie theater,” Rachel said with a note of anger.

“Your right,” Britney quickly put her phone back and would wait until after the movie to call Tim.

The credits started to roll of the screen when Rachel sat up.  “I love that movie,” she said with a big smile on her face.  Britney pulled out her phone and dialed Tim’s number.  A couple of rings later she got a voice mail.  She hung up the phone and looked worried; it has been almost four hours since she came home and Tim hasn’t come back yet.  “I’m worried something happened to Tim.  He isn’t back and I can’t reach him on the phone.”

“He said he was tired.  He probably went home to take a nap and will wake up soon.”  Rachel didn’t want that loser here anyway.  They were fine without him here.  A few seconds passed by when Rachel felt her stomach gurgle loudly and knew she had to go to the bathroom.  “Those tacos went right through me.” 

Rachel hopped up off the couch and ran to the bathroom to release her bowels.  

You open your eyes and take a look around.  You are in your room; it was all a bad dream.  You were tucked in your warm bed with the lights out.  Sitting in bed you recall the past horrors of your nightmare.  Yeah like you can shrink and then be tortured by Britney’s evil sister.  You let out a laugh to show how crazy it all sounds.  Well I better give Britney a call.  You start to get up and move when you are stuck. What the…  Your sheets start to tighten and move over your body.  It starts to get uncomfortably tight and warm.  Something wet hits you in the face and brings you out of your dream; it smelled like shit.

Rachel dashed to the bathroom and let out a wet fart.  She could tell some got out of her ass before she closed her ass hole with a clench.  She reached the bathroom and closed the door with a click and turned the lock.  She quickly pulled her pants and underwear down.  She placed her butt on the toilet and got ready to go. Turning to her right she turns on the radio in the bathroom to block out all noise preventing anyone from hearing her go.

“What the hell is going on!!!?  No, this was a dream!!!”  But you know that the feeling and smell are all too realistic to be a dream.  You hear the undeniable click of the bathroom door closing… and the lock turning.  “God why do you hate me,” you ask as the world starts to relax and the butt cheeks holding you open outward, spreading.

You close your eyes waiting to hit water; you fall, feeling the air rush by your head and wait for the cold wet water waiting below you.  It never came; instead you hit a rough, hard, warm surface.  “What…”

You are in Rachel’s’ hand. 

Rachel quickly pulled her hand out from under her and squeezed you in-between her index and thumb.  You are brought up to see her grinning face staring at you.  She hops off the toilet and says, “Though I forgot about you didn’t you?”

You don’t reply; it is pointless she wouldn’t hear you any way.  You just hang there waiting for her to torturer you some more. 

“What should I do with you now… Hmmm,” she put a finger on her chin and tapped it with a frown on her face.  Don’t think too hard you may damage your brain.  Her face brightens as she found out how to deal with her predicament.  “Ok stink bug you have been near my ass.  Now time to see what it can do.”

You pale at her words.  “RACHEL WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! IT’S ME TIM!!!”

She stares at you for a couple of seconds then says, “I know.”

“What…”

“I know it’s you.  I’ve known since I found you on my foot.  What did you think I was stupid or something?  Anyone would have known it was you.”

“Then why have you been doing this to me.”

With out a though she replied, “because you’re a bug.”

“What?  I’m a person.”

She laughed out loud for few seconds.  “You’re not a person you are a bug.  Ever since we first meet I knew you were a bug.  You talked like a bug you acted like a bug and well… now you look like one too.  If you act like a bug, look like a bug,  then you must be a bug.”

You hang there gaping at her.  “Now that we got that out of the way it’s time to have fun.”

Rachel pushed you into her stomach and held you there for a few seconds.  Then it vibrated; it felt like an earthquake.  An inhuman noise came from her belly.  She let out a giggle, “Someone wants to meet you.”

“Rachel please this is insane.  You can’t eat me.”

She let out a sigh, “I guess you’re right.  So I won’t eat you.  Instead I’ll do this.”   She quickly dropped you into the toilet with a splash.  You surface with a gasp and look up at Rachel peering down at you and waved at you.  “I bet the water feels cold.  Let me help you with that.”  Rachel plopped her butt down on the toilet and started to relax her lower body part.

You were never scarred of water in your life.  You loved to swim.  In fact you were a great swimmer in school and won a couple of medals.  This was completely different.  Being in a toilet scarred you out of your mind.  Sure you could swim fine but there was no way out and that scared you out of your mind.  As Rachel sat down on the toilet everything slowed down for you.  You heard it before you saw the piss.  There was a distinct sigh heard from Rachel and then a hiss.  The yellow stream hit the water with such great force that it sent water and piss up in a mist filling the bowl’s air with it.  Doing your best not to breath it in you swim in the opposite direction against the current made.  The water started to turn yellow and the air started to smell like… well piss.  You were a great swimmer but this was like swimming from a water fall.  You eventually got closer and closer until you got pushed under.  You couldn’t help getting a mouthful of the salty water that made you gag when you resurface a couple of inches away from the source.  You couldn’t help but hear Rachel giggle with glee when you were being dragged back for another round.  You swam as hard as you could to try and stop the inevitable but unfortunately it wasn’t your lucky day.   

Rachel just let her piss go for about a minute and loved every second of it.  She laughed every time Tim fell under and came back up.  As she finished pissing she looked down at Tim and asked, “Is it warm enough for you?”  Biting back a laugh, she grinned down at him.  He was in his rightful place, under her ass.  With that last though her stomach groaned with anticipation of the next fun she was about to bestow upon her little friend.   

You tread water as you heard the groan coming from Rachel.  She let out a soft moan as her ass opened up and a blast of hot air blew across the toilet’s water.  You felt it blow you around in the water.  The gas lasted about three seconds; by far the worst three seconds of your life.  You try to stay afloat when the smell hit you hard.  You can’t describe it, but you had to use one hand to cover your nose. 

Rachel closed her legs and blocked out all the light and air from the toilet and let the smell disperse throughout the toilet. 

After about a minute the smell left and you let out a sigh of relief.  You didn’t know how long you could hold your noise and tread water.  Light was let back in the toilet and you look up at Rachel who smiled down at you. 

“So you know those tacos you made.  Well they aren’t sitting too well with me.  It could have been because of the special sauce I made.  Hmmm, what were the ingredients again, it was taco sauce, salsa, fried been juice, and what was the last one?”  As if her stomach knew the answer it let out a deep rumble louder than any other growl before.  With a devilish smile she giggled, “That’s right it was laxatives.”  Your face pales; who the hell puts laxatives in her food.  Then you remember its Rachel. 

Rachel let out a hysterical laugh and closed her legs again.  She starts to hum to a song on the radio.  She let out a grunt and forced out the horrible surprise that Tim was in for.

Swimming as fast as you could to the back of the toilet, you heard Rachel grunt loudly.  Again time slowed down as you saw her asshole blossom.  A large brown pillar slowly dropped down into the water, and then it broke off and splashed into the water creating waves of piss water.  You were about half way there when you heard the most disgusting sound in the world.  It was the wettest fart ever and along with it were bits of waste spraying down.  The sound got wetter and more liquid was falling.  It was like a volcano erupted but instead of lava it was shit.  The volcano just exploded and spewed a water fall of shit into the water causing bigger waves.  Like the piss, the water started to change to a mucky brown.  The stench was noise burning, and the water started to get thicker.  You were slowly being dragged back to the epicenter of the eruption.  Unable to swim, because the water was more like sand, you could do nothing but look up and float to your doom. 

Rachel started to push with all her might knowing she was about to smother Tim in her shit.  Her face was red and covered in sweat as she pushed the fowl liquid out.  After a while it slowed down to a trickle then stopped after a couple of loud farts.  She spread her legs to see the damage she caused and gagged.  Tears formed due to the smell that was caused by her.  She quickly pinched her noise and looked for Tim.  No sign of him; what is that… How?

There in the middle of the toilet you float.  You were inches from the waterfall of horror when it started to slow down to a trickle.   Granted you were still in the toilet but you were excited to know you weren’t covered in the mess that was around you.  You look up and see Rachel looking mad at you between her legs.

She then shrugs and wipes her ass.  Dropping the toilet paper on you and got up to pull the lever to lead you to your doom. 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.  “Rachel can you hurry up I need to go bad.”

This is perfect.

“Yeah sure but it smell very bad in here you might want to wait.”

“I can’t I need to go very bad.”

“If you insist.”

Opening the door she let her sister in.  Rachel step outside as the door closed and locked behind her.  Britney is going to take care of that little shit without even knowing.  She waited to hear a flush.

Britney ran in the bathroom and closed the door.  She was too busy to even look in the toilet.  She smelt it right away.  “Oh my God Rachel this smells horrible.”  She was about to flush when her stomach protested.  “Well we shouldn’t waste water.”  She then started to relieve herself.

You just tore you way out of the toilet paper and started to swim to an edge when you hear Britney come into the bathroom.  You start to wave and scream at her.  Her ass seals your prison; she was unable to hear you due to the radio left on.  You made it almost to the edge when you hear the unmistakable sound of her pissing.  Like before you were pulled toward her.  Just as soon as it started it stopped.  Thank God.  “Britney!!!! I’M IN THE TOILET!!!!”  You scream until your voice is dry.

Britney heard her favorite song on the radio and turned it up.  “I love this song!”  Singing along with it she started to feel her stomach groan and knew it was time to do what she came in here for.  She repositions herself to get more comfortable before going.

You saw light.   She heard me!!!  Your hope was smashed as soon as you saw her ass move closer to where you float.  No!!!!!   Too late her ass opened up and let a large log out.  It smashed into the water and pulled you closer.  Another log and you got pulled closer.  After the third log you were right under her ass.  You closed your eyes.  This is it, you are about to be smashed to a pulp by the girl of your dreams.  You waited for the pressure to touch your head and submerge you in the filth that you are swimming in.  Nothing.  What?  You open your eyes and see that nothing happened.  Then a blast of air pushed you under the muck.  You were pulled under due to the viscosity of the liquid.  With the last bit of strength you pull yourself out and look up and took a breath.  You never get it because there is a waterfall of shit shoved down your throat.  You get pushed under with the rest of her shit.  You get mouthfuls of shit, either from Rachel or Britney is hard to say.  All you know is you are being crapped on and can’t get out of the current that’s dragging you down and down and down…

“Ooooooo… that feels sooooooo goooooood.”  Britney moaned out loud.  When she finished she wiped her butt and looked at the mess she made.  There wasn’t a bit of white left in the toilet.  She let out a laugh at how horrendous the smell was.  It was worse after she unload her stomach.  Quickly she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.  She turned off the radio and open the door to see Rachel standing there.

“You didn’t flush before you went?” 

“No.  When you got to go, you go.”

Rachel burst into laughter.  She fell to the ground kicking and giggling.  Britney pulled out her phone and called Tim, “Hey, it’s me again just checking on you.  I want to thank you for making us dinner it was wonderful.”

Rachel laughed even louder.

“What?  Was it something I said?”