Deuce's Snappy Crappy Anal Adventure

Deuce awoke from the blinding flash to find himself shrunk down to just an inch in height. His Clothes were missing and he heard laughter all around.

"I heard you were small, but I didn't realize you were that small", said a female voice above him.

"Oh my god! Bro, is that you?!", exclaimed Claire, her eyes going wide in disbelief, "It worked!"

Slowly, Deuce's vision began to clear and he saw three females staring down at him, his sister right above him.

"I dare you to swallow him", said Allie, giggling. She licked her lips.

"Haha. Better start running little man. I'm hungry", said a brunette girl he didn't recognize. He didn't care for the sly smirk she was giving him.

"I've got a better idea", he heard his sister say. There was a flurry of movement as she turned her back to him. “He’s always been a pain in the butt. I think it’s about time my heinie hole gets a treat.”

Looking up, his vision was obscured as a derriere hovered and lowered itself over him, a puckering hole directly above his head. He had just enough time to scream "No! Don't!" as he was thrust upwards into it, enveloping him down to his feet.

The smell was abhorrent, but what made matters worse was the soft, moist, almost liquid-like sludge dropping around and surrounding his torso.

"That'll teach him", said his sister to the giggles of her friends. Deuce had played his last prank on her and he was learning the hard way that getting even was a bitch.

"Wait Claire! I didn't mean it", he tried to say, but his words were garbled and muffled, not that she would care anyway. To the others, it sounded like something else.

"Holy crap. Did you just poop on him?", Allie giggled, pointing at Claire's bottom.

"Ha. No, but I should. I gotta go real bad, after he put those mushrooms in my salad. He knows I'm allergic to them and they upset my tummy. It would serve him right, the little shit." She sighed, than added with urgency, "I gotta find the toilet."

Claire bolted for the bathroom. She knew she had only limited moments before the waste seeped from her orifice.

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It was minutes later and Claire had relieved herself. She had invited the others in to view Deuce struggling to keep afloat. He had been reluctant to touch either log of dung that Claire had deposited into the bowl.

The others pointed at him struggling and mocked him.

"I always thought you needed a tan", teased Jeanine, pointing out the brownish coloring now encompassing his little body.

"Flush him", Claire said, "your parents will never know what happened to him."

"Yeah, flush him", echoed a couple of the other girls.

With a shrug, Claire depressed the lever, sending her waste, including Deuce, into the powerful vacuum suction. "Buh-bye", she waved at him, though he didn't hear it over the roar of the device. No longer would she have to deal with her pissant little brother.

Now, what story should I tell mom?, she wondered to herself. Neither of her parents were aware of the shrinking device she'd purchased with a sexual favor. In fact, like Deuce, they weren't even aware that shrinking technology existed. And Deuce had threatened to run away just last week. Yeah, this won't be too hard, she smiled mischievously.

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