Monday 1:00am 

Michael was dying… slowly… painfully melting away.

Bzzz-bzzz

Through his delirium Michael registered the sound of a cellphone…

Bzzz-bzzz

Again Michael heard the muffled buzzing of a cell phone- just audible over the gurgles and deep rhythmic breathing that sounded off the walls of his foul prison. Inside his sister's best friend's stomach he stewed in her half digested dinner… Hell, he was her dinner at this point! The muscles in his arms strained against her stomach walls as they squeezed inwards. Squeezing the brat’s meal deeper towards her intestines with a rumbling- 

‘GLORP’

As air was forced from the viscous sludge that had once been chicken and pasta. Everything was sandwiched between the stomach walls, tighter, and tighter, until the girl inhaled, and her stomach expanded once more.

Releasing Michaels shrunken body.

He cursed and kicked and bit until the entire stomach lurched in a massive thrust that sent him sprawling into the chyme.  Scrambling on his hands and knees, Michael breathed raggedly, he couldn't keep this up for much longer- The stomach was thrust again and Michael stumbled. He wiped the sweat and chyme from his forehead, and gasped-  his skin felt pouchy and alien…

He was digesting-

Horrified, Michael braced his arms determined to fight against the digestive force trying to dominate him, trying to make him a snack for this brat, trying to break him down and make him a part of his sister's best friend's ass- “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

The stomach closed in again, sandwiching him between the blazing walls, forcing bitter acids down his throat!

It couldn't end like this!

To drown inside the girl he hated with every fiber of his being while she got herself off-

Another thrust caused the stomach to lurch, followed by another. The thrusting became constant as his captor's hips got into the rhythm of her lust. The thrusts were accompanied by an animalistic grunting sound rumbling from her throat.  

To which Michael responded with infuriated bubbles! Submerged in chyme, Michael kicked and clawed, and bit, determined to scrape his way out of the belly of the brat! He was not her snack! He refused to be her snack-

He refused to go where snacks went…

A euphoric sigh escaped from the brat's lips followed by a sensation akin to a p-wave striking before an oncoming earthquake. Pulses from her lower abdomen passed through Michael's body sending his hairs straight. “Become…” His captor exhaled with an abdominal thrust-

“My…” She breathily exclaimed with a more forceful abdominal thrust as the stomach crushed in again, then with a roar of flowing air inhaled… 

“Ass!” She screamed while thrusting harder than ever…  and this time the stomach walls did not release Michael! They crushed tighter! Squeezed the near boiling chyme further away from Michael's head!

She was holding her breath!

So did Michael! His lungs burned as if twin fires were blazing within him, but he refused to breathe in! Refused to let her break him down! A final thrust more forceful than the others shook Michael to his very core! More P wave like pulse raced from her groin up Michael's spine, each stronger than the last-

He had to breathe!

The brat continued to hold her breath in anticipation!

This was it! This was how he would die!

 Once he breathed in it would all be over!

His lungs yearned for fresh air!

The pain in his chest was too great!

Michael tried to scream, instead his lungs filled with the hot chunky remains of the brat's dinner! The stomach walls clenched even tighter as the brat climaxed, forcing Michael's final breath from his lungs-

GLORP!

The air bubble containing Michael's final breath broke the surface of the chyme. 

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Monday 1:05am 

Michael's girlfriend's sister slept on her side, midriff exposed between her boy-shorts and crop top. A small region of her untanned skin between her breasts and navel where her stomach lay bulged out as if a rabid animal were trying to break free from within her belly. For a moment two handprints were visible against the taunt skin

GLORP! 

With a final roar from her stomach the struggling  bulges ceased… An hour passed and the bulges never resumed… Michael had been digested by his sister’s best friend.

A smug smile passed over her features as she snuggled something leathery  close to her chest. It was Michael's university jacket. Each exhale brought the scent of his cologne deep into her lungs. She sighed contentedly, and slept on.

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Sunday 5:00am 

Michael opened his eyes.

Disorientated.  

It took him several seconds to comprehend what he was seeing… ‘PINK’

The letters were in black text across a pink background that was indented between the ‘I’ and ‘N’. The material was composed of closely knit fibers, and seemed to rise a story or so overhead… Then Michael understood what he was staring at...

His sister's best friend's butt. 

Her worn out boy-shorts barely covered her rear. They were old and a tear revealed a slice of skin that hadn’t seen sunlight in months...

Michael inhaled sharply- his death had all been a nightmare! It- 

He turned his attention down to his own hands… and frowned, not comprehending what he was looking at. They were transparent…  He felt a heavy feeling in his guts as he stared down through his hand to the bedsheets far below him… he was floating! A flicker of awe appeared on Michael's face, before it was drowned out by the realization that the reason why he was floating…  was because he was dead.

“No! No! No-” he muttered.

Michael turned back to the giant butt, hands clenched into fists… 

She killed him! 

She actually killed him!

DIGESTED HIM ALIVE! 

Glass-like tears formed in the corners of his eyes as Michael yelled and tried to punch her right cheek. To him it was like punching concrete. To the soft fabric it was as if nothing had punched it at all, as if he didn't exist- 

No! 

Michael punched with both arms then kicked out to no effect whatsoever, the fabric didn't even sway… he didn't exist, not physically. Michael's frustrated yells devolved into sobs. He sobbed openly. Transparent tears trickled down his cheeks, blinding his vision.

His life was over… concluding as nothing more than his sister's best friend's- Noo! Noo! Noo!

He grabbed at a hair loosely stuck to her boy-shorts but couldn't even move that! He had less of an impact on the world than a single hair stuck to the ass of a brat… Michael floated down to the bed sheets, eyes bugging from his head, fingernails digging into his skull. He was breathing in panicked gulps- was he actually breathing? Did he need air?

Burp

The brat softly burped, releasing the last breath Michael had taken into his jacket as she snuggled it closer to her chest… lovingly  planting a kiss on it in her sleep.

Silence followed except for the brat's immense breathing. Every inhale and exhale sounded with the intensity and rhythm of stormy waves battering a rocky coastline…

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

All the while Michael stared at his hands again. It had to be an optical illusion he couldn’t really be dead-

 Light shone directly through his hand. 

Above his sister’s best friend's head a window lit up as a car passed by, its light cut through the blinds, sending prison-bar like stripes across Michael's murderer's ass… Depression overtook him. His shoulders slumped and he looked exhausted… he turned away to go-

Just as the bed springs shrieked!

Michael stumbled as the giant rear loomed over him, then settled back into the same position with a notable jiggle of fat. Transfixed, He waited until the fat on her ass stopped shaking, then self preservation returned- Flush with embarrassment Michael fled as fast as he could.

Or tried to

Less than a foot away from the ‘PINK’ boy-shorts His cheek flattened out as if it had struck a glass pane. He attempted to move around the invisible barrier, then  concentrating hard, tried to fly around the barrier without luck! He was trapped. Trapped in all directions inches away from his sister's best friend's rear. 

Far too close!

Far, far too close!

The springs shrieked!

Michaels blood went cold. If she rolled over now he'd be beneath her ass- 

Crushed,

but the girl maintained her original position and found a more comfortable spot on her pillow…

With a sigh of relief, Michael ran to the left until he hit her upper thigh then to the right until he hit her lower back! Trapped! Michael felt like screaming again as he traveled the perimeter of the giant ass once more.

There was no escape!

This was hell! it had to be!

“AAAAGGGHHHHH!”

Michael released a frustrated scream then collapsed on the sheets and stared at the ass he had been turned into… yes… he could feel it, a connection to certain lumps of fat cells, scattered across her cheeks… those areas had once been his own body…his spirit could only haunt so far from what was left of him…

What a humiliating fate… 

Michael broke down. He cried openly and loudly. He didn't care if he was heard! He curled up into a ball trying to recall happy memories but could only remember back to his digestion… his final painful moments… when there was no light… no hope…  just pain and his murderers sonorous breathing… 

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale…he just wanted one happy thing to cling onto in the overwhelming sea of depression he was drowning in.

Inhale

Exhale-

 The distinct sound of squeaking springs rang out across the quiet room!

 He stumbled to his feet, and gawked! The girl was rolling over!

Instinctively Michael ran, ran bodily into the invisible barrier once more!  It didn't extend past her hip! He was going to be crushed beneath her Pink boy-shorts!

Michael cursed as the upper periphery of his vision turned pink. He was going to be flattened! Flattened beneath the brat's ass cheek-  

An image on the far wall caught his eye!

And time slowed down…

It was an image of three laughing undergrads: His sister, her best friend, and himself. All happy and normal sized. 

Now the pink shorts were descending onto the top of Michaels head, forcing it down- but he didn't look away.

In the image the three of them were laughing, arms together and decked out in New Years gear- His sister had a hand covering her mouth to hide her laugh as her best friend took the opportunity to unabashedly lick Michael’s face just as the flash went off. 

Michael's body was pushed down onto the mattress by the descending ass, still he stared.  

In the image Michael's eyes were contorted with disgust but he was smiling. He had been happy! His failing consciousness clung onto the happy moment of normality like a life preserver- 

 PAIN!

Pain erupted in Michael's legs as the massive cheek steamrolled over them! Suddenly the world was moving too fast! The girl's weight broke the  bones in his legs!

His vision went white with-

PAIN! 

A ringing in his ear blocked out all sound! He screamed in agony, but couldn't hear it! Desperately he  tried crawling away! Tried to find a hand hold, but there were none on the smooth sheet! The rear continued to roll over him until the ‘P’ in ‘PINK’ came down on his back breaking his ribs all at once with a sickening-

CRACK!

It was over. For a moment he could feel his ghostly body liquified and spread out across the cheek of his sister's best friend's ass, then his head burst with a resounding crack that echoed in his ethereal consciousness!

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Monday 6:00am 

Michael's sister's best friend's eyes fluttered open sleepily. 

She inhaled the cologne from the jacket that now belonged to her, and bit her lip. Her prize was stimulating her again, her token to remember her childhood crush by…  

Mmmmph, she moaned while sliding the jacket down along her body until it was gripped between her shapely hips and pushed-

She exhaled audibly!

The reaction was instantaneous. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as a euphoric pulse coursed through her body. She slowly, rhythmically thrust her hips accompanied by the squeal of the bed springs.

Squeak

Squeak

Squeak

“Ahhhh!” She exclaimed, half yawning, half sighing.  A satisfied smile crossed her lips, as she felt a growing warm spot spreading along the jacket, and  fell back into a pleasantly deep sleep. It had been a very fulfilling night for her…

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

On a counter beside her, a phone blinked displaying five unread messages and an equal number of missed calls…

Monday 8:00 am

Michael's sister checked her phone. No new messages. Her brother could be an ass sometimes but why was her best friend ignoring her? 

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Monday 8:58 am

Michael's sister's best friend's ass was well rounded like two perfect scoops of salted caramel, and tightened from her daily gym routine. Her skin shone as if it had a permanent sheen of sweat particularly the skin above her exposed butt crack which bore a tattoo in cursive handwriting reading “TINIES GO HERE”. 

Michael’s sister's best friend's butt hovered over her seat as she rested her elbows on the desk. Clad in tight low-rise jeans, nothing was left to the imagination for Michael's ghost who hovered behind it, silently whimpering curses as he turned his attention downwards.

Towards her chair…

The time was 8:58. Class started in two minutes, at which point his sister's best friend would sit down. Michael threw himself against the invisible limit from which he could haunt, but made no progress. He could only move six inches or so from the ass that would smush him into mush. His eyes widened in panic as the butt  leaned further over the university chair until a vague reflection of her jeans was visible on the hard plastic! His ghostly heart palpitated wildly against the right cheek of her low-rise jeans as they sent him on a crash course with the hard plastic! 

“Wait! Hold that position,” A feminine voice called out.

The hips stopped descending, and Michael looked up at the girl taking the seat behind his sister's best friend. All he could make out was a peak of blonde hair poking over the phone that had been shoved forward-

FLASH!

Blinded by the phone's flash Michael rubbed his eyes, and listened intently… hoping beyond hope that he'd be visible in the picture…

The blonde was serenely admiring the picture she took…

He held his breath… waiting for a scream… a gasp… some indication that someone could see him!

The blonde burst into laughter. “Look how good Mikey made your ass look!” 

His bratty murderer laughed along with the blonde. 

“Strike a pose for the camera!” 

Michael's sister's best friend slapped her hand to her left cheek, her fingertips barely missed Michael.  

FLASH

Through the receding white Michael saw a single object come into focus… a cell phone screen. On the screen Michael's sister's best friend's ass cheeks took up most of the picture. Up above her exposed crack and snug crop top, she smugly squinted back at the viewer, mouth open, tongue out and a hand grasping her generous left cheek. Text on the bottom read “Mikey's new home” with a heart after the word home. 

There was no sign of Michael in the image.

He snapped!

Michael's ghost's ears became an incensed red. He beat against the invisible barrier ferociously. Rabid with anger. He wanted to smack the phone down! Wanted to break that infuriating red light… red light… What was she recording? Michael stopped pounding at his invisible prison… he sensed his sister's best friend's hips were moving.

His blood went cold, as he turned 

She was swaying her hips back and forth. Putting on a show for the camera before she sat down. Michael could do nothing as the ass moved towards the chair pressing him into the crack of her jeans-

“Hey Katie!” This time a male voice cut in, causing the rear to stop its descent and straighten out. “Have you seen Michael around?”

The red phone light stayed on… stayed recording.

Michael's bratty murderer smiled. “We'll be working out together this afternoon. He's helping me with my glutes.” His sister's best friend cooly replied while the blonde chortled. “Why?” She added quickly. 

A new sensation warmed Michael’s chest-

Hope! 

Michael's eyes went wide, he looked almost relieve-!

“Help! Help me!” Michael cried to the voice he recognized. He could just see his roommate's slicked hair over the curvature of the brat's ass… but his roommate was oblivious to Michael's presence.

“No reason,” His roommate replied. “I just didn't see him last night and got some messages from his sister,” Michael's roommate turned to walk away.

Michael's chest felt like lead. His roommate couldn’t hear him and the time was now 8:59. He had to get his roommate's attention-  Or else- he looked back at the hard plastic seat.

“Wait!” The blonde called out “Don't leave just yet, I need your help with something.” 

Michael's roommate complied, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Michael's sister's best friend's bent over ass... His gaze passed right over Michael.

 “Squat down! Lower! Stop!” the blonde commanded.

Michael's roommate's head was at the same height as his sister's best friend's exposed crack. He looked amused, deaf to Michael who was shouting at the top of his lungs! Screaming out one long plea of “HEEEEEELP!!!”

 “Now hold still!” The blonde pushed Michael's roommate's head until it was pressed against the side of his sister's best friend's jean clad hip “and smile!”

Michael screamed into his roommate's ear until his voice cracked! Screamed out “HELP ME!” With all the force he could muster directly into his ear drums! His roommate had to hear him! It was his only hope…. “HELP ME!”

His sister's best friend's hand clasped Michael's roommate on the side of the head and turned his lips towards her hip! 

FLASH!

The phone was turned around for all to see. This time his sister's best friend was making a kissy face while his roommate, surprised and red faced, looked like he was kissing her ass cheek. Both girls laughed madly as his roommate hurried away. Clearly humiliated. 

Jess added text to the bottom. "Now accepting farewell kisses!” Causing both girls to laugh obnoxiously, to the point others turned to watch Michael's red faced roommate hurriedly run out of the room and beneath the analog clock that now read 8:00am.

Michael's stomach dropped. 

So did his body.

Gusts of air flew by Michael as he was pressed to the crack of his tormentor's descending ass. He watched the hard blue plastic  chair approach closer and closer, just before he made contact he lost all hope of ever escaping this hell- WHUMP!

PAIN!

EXCRUCIATING PAIN!

Unconsciousness did not release Michael as his body was liquified, spread across his sister's best friend's bratty cheeks. Mentally he screamed out! A full minute passed in which he could only hear a ringing sound and feel fiery pain throughout his body which was no longer body shaped. Gradually he began to recognize his new shape through the waves of agony. He could feel the vague shape of both cheeks bearing down on him as well as her groin where more of his ethereal form congregated.

Pain! Electric shocks throbbed through Michaels body!

Five minutes into the lecture. Taste was the first sense to register over the incessant pain. Despite his tongue being flattened into paste he still tasted the bitter plastic of the chair and the slightly salty fabric of her unwashed jeans which had imbued her sweat and stink. He could almost taste the repulsive body odor smell that mingled with her violently vanilla hinted body products. To Michael nothing could be more repulsive.

Ten minutes into the lecture.

Pain! Unrelenting but somehow becoming normalized as more senses crept in.

Sound returned. The world beyond her ass was muffled. A professor was rambling in a monotonous way while his sister's best friend and the blonde whispered gossip about his roommate. Worst of all, Michael could hear a gaseous rumbling from his sister's best friend's intestines as her last meal navigated her intestines… Michael wondered if his bones were part of that mass… broken down… nothing but her waste to be pushed out of the ass crushing him into paste…

Fifteen minutes into the lecture.

Touch returned, or maybe the heat had been gradually rising since she first sat down and was only noticeable now. Near hundred degree ass surrounded his flattened form! He had the sensation of sweating in hundreds of places all at once with no way of adjusting his body to relieve the irritating feeling. Truly this was hell. 

A hell he'd have to endure everyday for the rest of his afterlife…

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Monday 10:00 am

Michael's sister ran to catch up to her brother's roommate. He looked flustered and kept scrolling through the same media pages as if he was expecting something to be posted.. Immediately she asked him about Michael.

Monday 3:00 pm 

Michael's sister and his roommate discussed how to go about searching for Michael at the gym. Why was he helping her best friend with her glutes? Was he just being a kiss-ass?

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Monday 3:00 pm 

The blonde's lips were thin yet puffy in the middle, with sharply pointed nodes, and well defined cupid's bow. They were kissed out revealing a thin layer of cherry scented lipstick that rushed forwards- enveloping Michael's entire field of view in pinkish-red!

MWAH!

Michael was crushed by the lips as the blonde kissed his sister's best friend's ass. 

“Goodbye Mikey, I certainly won't miss you, but here's another kiss goodbye anyway!” Her lips puckered up and the smear that was Michael tensed. He tried to flee, but couldn't in his current state as a smear on a brat's butt  cheeks!

MWAH! MWAH! MWAH 

Again and again the warm lips pressed him into the brat's bare cheek. Hot spittle oozed over him and cherry scented lipstick marks were left on the ass cheek overtop Michael's defeated spirit.  

“Mmmph, give him another kiss from me, Jess!” His sister’s best friend moaned out.

Once more Jess's lips crushed Michael down. Nearly a minute seemed to pass before Jess stood back up. 

MWAH!

“I think I should give a farewell kiss for every time we bullied Mikey into kissing your ass!”

You'd be here all week!”

“Then we'll just have to keep meeting up until I get there!” Jess paused.  Voices were coming from outside of the locker room. One voice was Michael's roommate the other was his sister.

 Despite everything Michael felt a pang of hope.

 “See you on the mats!” Jess called back as she departed giggling conspiratorily.

“See you there!” Michael's sister's best friend pulled up her panties with a 

‘Thwack’

Followed by her gym shorts. She looked at her butt in the mirror, shifting her weight from one cheek to the other. It was amazing to think her best friend's brother was now a part of it! All hers! Her former friend was nothing but a bit of fat on her tight ass! 

The thought was making her horny as she strutted out.

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Monday 3:01 pm

Everything was worse.

So much worse

Michael spirit had been unable to flee beyond the stretched panties of his tormentor and was snapped back onto his murderer's bare ass. The tight fabric reduced Michael to a smear between her ass cheeks. A smear that was ground with every step, 

Forced to endure the rise and fall of her ass cheeks. 

To Michael this was a far worse hell than merely being crushed.

“Squat time!” He heard the blonde cheer.

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Monday 3:20 pm

“Fifteen!”

“Fourteen”

“Thirteen” Jess counted down in a drill sergeant-esque manner as Michael's sister's best friend squatted. Jess's hair flew about as she pumped her fist and counted off each squat. Her eyes were clearly and unabashedly on Michael's sister's best friend's shorts, watching her cheeks stretch the shorts as she squatted, and scrunch the shorts up as she stood. Each squat concluded with the cheeks giving a cute jiggle.

The commotion Jess was causing caught the attention of Michael's roommate who looked up from the pushups he was completing and stared straight up into the squatting ass of Michael's sister's best friend hardly two feet from his head. He blushed crimson and turned away… but refused to leave the spot… after a moment he chanced another look when he noticed neither girl was looking at him. 

Jess grinned and pulled out her phone. She had seen the glance, the next time he glanced would be recorded. “Come on Katie! Push those glutes!”

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Monday 3:21 pm

“Twelve” Jess yelled. 

Pain! Pain coursed through Michael's body each time his tormentor squatted

“Eleven”

Humiliating unrelenting pain As her cheek squeezed back together.

The smear that had once been Michael's face was pressed to his sister's best friend's asshole, and to Michael's dismay he could still taste! Taste the salty bitter flesh! A bitter almost metallic taste burned his ghostly taste buds as the wrinkly flesh of her asshole passed over what had once  been his tongue.

Michael was in the deepest pit of hell!

The giant hips lifted, wedgying his soul deep into the minuscule space between her asshole and her cheeks. Michael could feel all thirty some wrinkles around her asshole pressed against his body. Never had he felt so pathetic. 

Jess cheered. “Come on! 10 more!”

The cheeks spread as they lowered, then tightened as she straightened, pressing Michael firmly against the asshole. Desperately his soul searched for a way out but found none as her cheeks clenched in again!

“Nine more then we'll start the next set! As for you,” Michael strained his ears. Who else was there? “Mr. Peeping Tom I've got you on film!”

Michael couldn't make out his roommate's exact words.

“Did you want to give her another kiss?” A sudden slap sent Michael vibrating as the cheeks jiggled.

Again the roommate's deeper voice was too muffled to understand but he sounded desperate. 

“If you want the video deleted then listen closely!” Jess jeered.

Michael tried to focus but a new pain coursed through his body! His  taste buds were assaulted by salty  pangs of sweat! His murderer's ass was salting his wounds and it burned!

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Monday 3:22 pm

Michael's sister's best friend squatted above Michael's roommate's back. He was decently muscular, even his nostrils seemed to flex as he inhaled

Jess, in black shorts and an athletic bra, loomed over him going over the terms of the bet they had just made. “If you can do eight pushups-” Michaels roommate grunted as Michael’s sister's best friend sat heavily on his back. “- with my friends ass on your back, then I'll delete the videos. And if we win-” both girls looked at each other and laughed giddily. “-we already went over what we'll get, aaand since we’re such good sports of course who will delete the videos anyway, Ready. Go!”

Michael's roommate roared as he lifted his roommate's sister's best friend's weight!

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Monday 3:23 pm

Near hundred degree flesh burned Michael from all directions as he was squished into an abysmally small area between his sister's best friend's cheeks and asshole. His entire world lowered then rigidly rose back to its original position. 

“Eight” the muffled cheer of Jess's voice cut through the waves of pain. Michael cursed her! Cursed her through the salty sweat that shared the tiny space with his soul.

Again Michael's world shook as his roommate lowered himself. A sharp exhale was followed by a gasp as Michael's sister's best friend bounced her rear, trying to cheat out a victory. The impact nearly pushed his roommate to the ground, but he held steady. Michael, however, was forced into an even tighter glob by the impact. His roommate rose painfully up.

“Seven” Jess cheered

Michael felt his roommate lowering himself, clearly struggling. 

Again his sister's bratty friend gave a bounce, smearing Michael into a pinhead sized dollop of agony while trying to break his roommate-

Who buckled!

But held…. barely.  There was a new sensation from Michael’s roommate now. A shaking. Michael was vibrating as his roommate's limbs shook with the effort of raising the brat's weight! He yelled out to fortify his strength- and succeeded in getting up!

“Six!” Jess yelled back.

Michael tried to focus but his world was nothing but stinging salty sweat  and heat beyond what the human body was meant to handle- Distantly he heard his roommate take a deep breath, then a second, then a third. He was winded, and unmoving other than his arms which shook with the strain of lifting the brat's weight!

“Aww did you give up already?” Michael heard Jess tease. “Guess I'll send the gym manager this video. She really hates creeps.”

Michael's roommate grunted and lowered himself once more. Michael felt like he was in a maracha. The shaking was intense!

The cheeks around him tensed as his tormentor prepared to bounce her ass again!

Michael tried to call out!

Despite having never been heard!

Despite screaming into his roommate's ear without success he called out!

And as she had done before Michael's sister's best friend bounced her rear.

WHUMP!

MIichael was squished into a minuscule spec against her asshole as his roommate collapsed.

The two girls laughed.

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Monday 3:25 pm

Michaels roommate lay panting on the mat. On top of him Michael's sister's best friend swung her hips around either side of his head and leaned over until she was breathing into his ear. “Hope you can hold your breath!” she squeezed her hips around his head playfully.

Michael's roommate glared up at the brat from her crotch.

Behind them Jess set up a caution wet floor  sign in front of the girls locker room  ensuring no one would interrupt them.

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Monday 3:36 pm

Michael was violently thrust back and forth, back and forth. 

The girls were having their fun now. 

Michael wanted to scream! Wanted the nightmare to end. Could he die a second time? Was this his eternity? Endless suffering between the ass cheeks of his murderer!

The smear that was Michael cringed as his murderer moaned out in pleasure.

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Monday 3:40 pm

Michael's roommate was leashed. 

An elastic band ran around his neck and beneath the crotch of Michael's sister's best friend then wrapped around her hands. Both of which were pressed between her crotch and the locker room wall. Her cheeks were bare and the kiss marks Jess had left were smeared not only across her sweaty cheek, they were smeared across Michael's roommate's lips.

“I think he's tiring out!” Jess laughed as she straddled his kneeling body, pressing her crotch to the back of his head. “I think he needs a helpful push-” Her hips thrust his face deep into Michael's sister's best friend's ass… then relaxed. Her free hand stroked his hair while her other hand waved her phone “look here I'm deleting the video from earlier”

Michael's roommate's shoulders relaxed.

Jess continued “because the ones I took just took are soooo much worse! It would be a shame if your girlfriend saw these!” 

Michael's roommate tried to rise, but Jess pulled his hair just as Michael's sister's best friend pulled the bungee cord turned leash until the roommate's head was sandwiched between ass and crotch.

“No! No! No! Big boy,” Jess remonstrated.  Stay down unless you want me to hit seeeend!” 

Michael's roommate obeyed. 

“Goodboy” she patted his head like a dog. “Now repeat after me, I promise…”

After a moment of silence Michael's roommate responded “I promise...” the words were muffled by Michael’s sister’s best friend's ass cheeks. 

“To stop talking to Michael's sister…”

“To stop talking to Michael's sister…”

“And to stop looking for Michael…”

“And to stop looking for Michael... Wait! What happened to Michael?” His words were still muffled.

“He's right here!” Michael's sister's best friend laughed while shifting her weight from one cheek to the other, slapping Michael's roommate's cheeks with her own.

Realization dawned on Michael's roommate! “He shrunk! But what if-”

“Hush big boy!” Jess cut in. “You only need to be quiet until Michael passes through Katie’s pucker- the one you've been kissing! After that it won't matter who knows! Now pucker back up!” Jess thrust her hips forward and sandwiched Michael's roommate's face deep into his sister's bratty friend's ass as she pulled the cord taunt. Moaning as she was pressed to the locker room wall.

Jess counted down “Five!” She breathed lustfully into Michael's sister's best friend's ear, while slamming her crotch into the back of Michael's roommate's head with such force that his long nose entered the ass of Michael's sister's best friend.

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Monday 3:41 pm

Michael's mind was broken as he accepted his new painful reality.

His roommate's longnose had rammed itself deep into his sister's best friend's asshole, shoving Michael in with it. Near hundred degree anal walls now crushed him from every angle. Distorted him into a smear across their smooth, slimy walls until there was no space left. 

Michael was as insignificant as he could possibly be.

A smear within the worst region of the worst person Michael had ever known. 

The nose retracted leaving Michael to his demise. Leaving him alone where the sun never shone, to rot in this living putrid hell. Michael's very soul whimpered. 

 A sudden thrust rocked Michael's entire world followed by Jess's muffled voice breathing out lustfully the word “FOUR!”

P wave like pulses were emanating in rapid succession from the girl's groin. If she climaxed while he was in here Michael felt he would be destroyed entirely. Either by force or sheer emotional turmoil he felt the action would end him. 

Squash him between smooth walls of flesh…

Destroy his very soul… 

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Monday 3:41 pm

Jess thrust her hips again, hard. “THREE!” She breathed into the brat's ear as her crotch pushed against the back of Michael's best friend's head, forcing it deep into Michael's sister's best friend's ass!

She pulled her hips back and thrust “TWO and a half!”

She pulled her hips back and thrust “TWO and a quarter!”

She pulled her hips back and thrust “TWO and a teeeenth!” She held her hips in place until choking sounds emanated from Michael's roommate! He thrashed around for air.

“FINISH ALREADY!” Michael's sister's best friend squealed in the throes of lust!

She pulled her hips back and thrust “TWO!”

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Monday 3:41 pm

Michael tensed he knew what was coming.

Complete annihilation within the ass of his murderer. 

“OOOOOONE!” Jess yelled as she orgasamed along with Michael's sister's best friend. It was the last thing Michael heard before the anal walls clenched and pain exceeding Michael's ability to feel overrode his senses. There was no more pain. No more feeling. Nothing. Michael's spirit was reduced to nothing.

The brats screamed out their orgasams!

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Monday 8:20 pm

It was getting late… and Michael was still missing.

Michael's sister held her phone to her ear. “Pick up… pick up… damn it!” She hung up as Michael's roommates voicemail played and held up the item she pulled from the communal dumpster. It was a beaten university jacket. His sister knew it was Michaels from the tears and worn down locations… a stain in the middle of the back was new though…

She tried calling Michael's roommate again. Why was he ignoring her now! 

Tuesday 10:10am 

Michael’s sister started up her car and drove off towards Michael's apartment. She had to talk to his roommate one last time before she called security. Maybe, just maybe Michael was just shit-faced.

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Tuesday 10:10am

The sound of a toilet flush echoed throughout the apartment.

Michael's sister's best friend emerged smelling of lavender and fruity conditioners. Her boy-short pajamas clung to her cheeks as they rose then fell with a jiggle, slanting the ‘Pink’ text up one cheek then the other with each step.

Floating behind her rear as she strutted away from her morning shit was Michael's spirit looking a shade greener. His eyebrows shadowed his eyes in deep shame. He had just been expelled through the same process by which his remains would be leaving his murderer… he felt sick… morosely he watched the cheeks rise and fall… rise and fall…

Like the brat's dinner all hope had been squeezed out of Michael…

“Hey..! Hey Katie!” Michael half heartedly called out. If she hadn't heard him screaming from her toilet bowl, she wasn't going to hear him now… still he had to find some way to  communicate with her… or else his current view of her ass, the ass that shat out his soul, would be his permanent waking nightmare… 

Rise and fall… rise and fall… 

Forever staring at the ass he had spent the last 18 hours inside of as a conscious smear lining her anal wall…

 Rise and fall… rise and fall…

“So as I was saying,” His sister's best friend held a phone pressed to her ear, “Mikey hasn't come out yet but you can totally have his bones when he does… yeah… yeah… probably tomorrow morning”

Michael winced. He subconsciously felt along his arms as if they still had bones… in those 18 hours deep in her rectal cavity Michael had realized he had a new sense alien to him in life. He could sense his bones, the bones he had in life. They were moving millimeter by millimeter through the brat's lower abdomen, he could sense their exact location. At this moment Michael knew his skull was just behind the brat's asshole staring back in his direction, ready to be shat out…

Whump!

Michael collided with her ass as it came to an abrupt stop. The change in inertia caused the lower region of her cheeks to wobble slightly. He glared. Everything other than his bones had been reduced to that wobbling flesh.

His sister's best friend pulled a pair of jean shorts from a hamper beside her bed, and gave them a smell. “Yeah… he totally went straight to my butt...!” She snorted from her friend's reply. “I hope he did! 

Michael's ears went red, he had never hated someone as much as he hated this brat! He swung his fists at his sister's best friend's butt without any affect. She couldn't feel him, he was ethereal, as matterless as a memory, but if he didn't get her attention-

Whump!

Her hips thrust out slamming Michael against them like a bug on a windshield as she bent over to dig down lower into the hamper… 

Turned around Michael found himself staring into a full body mirror. For the first time since he died Michael thought about what he looked like…

 And saw nothing... 

He could feel himself  spread-eagle against the ‘I’ in pink on the titanic left ass cheek of his murderer, but in the mirror he saw only her ass…. 

He didn't exist…

The ass bounced as the giant girl found a pair of panties, gave them a smell, then kept digging. 

Michael yelled out in anger!

He thrashed, and beat against her rear- against the unfairness of it all!

Still listening to the phone, Michael's sister's best friend grabbed a fresher pair of boy shorts from the hamper. “Maybe I should get some panties with his name stitched to the ass…? Yeah, yeah… to remember him by… oh yeah that's better, text that states he's the property of my ass now…

Michael tired out… and accepted that this was his fate… he was the property of his sister's best friend's ass…  his afterlife would  be spent in forced intimacy with his murderer.

This was how the story of his life would end.

The end…

Or not…

Michael's sister's best friend's brow furrowed as the conversation changed, “Of course…. yea that's how I caught him when he shrank, I just told him I'd take him to his sister, he was always so gulliable… what…? How am I taking him to her? He's right here! Look!” The phone's camera light came on and the screen mirrored the brat's butt. She gave a little wiggle as she pulled down her boy-shorts, down her left cheek, then her right… revealing the untanned glutes,

The untanned glutes Michael had been turned into…

“He's all there!”  Michael's sister's best friend shook her ass then waited for her friend to stop giggling. 

Anger returned to Michael's depressed soul

Fuming and wishing his murderer the worst, Michael stared gloomily into the mirror, watching her shift her weight onto her left hip, observing any minute difference his body had made….

Observing the only lasting difference Michael's life would have… as fat on a brat's ass.

Michael glared at the dirty mirror, his hatred felt palpable, like the static uprising before a lightning strike- he felt the anger radiating- encircling something along the mirror… dust? He turned his attention downwards. The rim of the mirror was dusty, wait… did the dust move? His glare landed on the swirling mass of discarded skin particles… Yes, the dust along the rim was moving!

The brat shifted her weight onto her right hip,  smirked with admiration, Kissed her right hand and brought her arm around-

Michael thought ‘left’. And the dust moved to the left as if carried by a breeze! He thought ‘right’ and-

PAIN! 

Excruciating pain! Michael was slapped by the girl's hand and felt his legs splattered across her jiggling right cheek, smeared nearly into her lavender scented crack! His screams were drowned out by the two girls laughing.

No!

He refused to repeat his previous experiences. Not when he demonstrated the least bit of influence on the world- even if it was only a few particles of dust.

“I'll talk to you after breakfast- Byeeee!” The brat  hung up then bent over to pull up the fresher pair of boy-shorts laying around her ankles, revealing the asshole Michael's skull would be forced through… just like his soul had been…

He sensed the skull staring back almost perfectly inline with her asshole- 

And a new wave of indignant rage came over Michael! His body was a conductor of pure anger, sizzling and violent! He wanted to kick, scream, and fight! Yet, a sense of fear crept in. If the panties snapped tight over him he'd be pressed to her ass again. Perhaps even forced to be another one of the brat's morning shits! 

No! 

The horrible thought fueled more anger!

He had to make  contact!

He needed to be heard!

He refused to ever taste or smell this brat's ass ever again!!!

 Michael felt his consciousness reach out and-

Whoosh!

In the mirror his sister's best friend's mouth wrinkled in disgust. A dust bunny had flown from the mirror's rim onto her ass. She wiped it off and bent  over to pick up her boy-shorts-

Pain.

Michael was in pain. Smeared by her fingers wiping away the dust he was reduced to a torso with a single arm. His vision flashed through different colors before focusing on the rest of him… smeared across her ass. Fuck, that hurt- but for the first time since his roomate abandoned him-  Michael felt hope!

He had made the dust move!

He had power!

He still existed!

Fresh rage coursed through him!

He could enact revenge!

“Aaaaaggghhhh,” Michael screamed and concentrated with all his might on the nearest small object he could see! Then faltered, as fear crossed his features. 

The fresher pair of boy shorts were pulled over his tormentor's butt cheeks and released with a-

WHACK! 

Pain erupted through Muchael's body as everything except a single arm and his head remained above the panty-line. The rest of him was liquified, reduced to living smear sculpted around her ass-

And worse

Michael's sister's best friend was bending over to sit on the bed! If he didn't act fast he would be turned into a smudge on her ass cheeks. Michael opened his mouth but no scream emanated, his face was wrinkled in pure indignant rage- 

WHUMP!

Bent over, Michael's sister's best friend gave a scream of fright then turned over her shoulder to see what had struck her in the butt… it was Michael's phone… She didn't move… listening… “Hello?” She asked, then frowned clearly realizing how silly  she was being… clearly she was alone… she pulled up a pair of jean shorts…and again listened to make sure she was alone… 

The room was silent.

Still cautious she picked up the phone- and nearly threw it as it buzzed with a new text message! 

Her eyes widened as she read it!

Then reread it.

All apprehension left her face, 

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open slightly.

“Oh. My. God.” She called the blonde. Jess! Jess! I have Mikey's phone and his roommate just posted in the group chat- and Jess! He's single. His roommate is single Jess…. Yeah, I know… keep an eye on Michael's sister and make sure they don't meet. 

Michael goldfished for air he didn’t need. Only his head had made it above the hem of his sister's best friend's jean-shorts- and he could FEEL the rest of his crushed body! Pain rolled through his mind in waves making concentrating on anything difficult. He wanted to hurt this brat! He wanted the anger to return, but the pain was overwhelming! He turned towards the hanging image from New Years eve, concentrating on the hook it hung from… in the center was a nail.

“Hold up, I'm checking  the Find my Friend app! Let's see where she is!” 

Through the pain Michael could feel the heat radiating off of his sister's best friend's ass…  he ignored it and focused on the nail which slid a millimeter from the wall.

“She's out driving towards- Oww!” The brat screamed followed by a second scream as the New Year's picture smashed to the floor. 

Michael grinned despite the pain! As the flashes of white pain receded he focused on the new object!  Below him the nail that had once held the New Year's eve picture was now sticking out of his sister's best friend's left butt cheek- barely poking her through the jean shorts.

“What the fuck!” She cursed as she pulled the nail out. 

Michael had power! He could interact with the world! He laughed at his sister's best friend's dumbstruck expression as more objects began to float. A bear. A rubix cube. His wallet. A butt plug.

Startled, his sister's best friend stumbled back into the bed and fell heavily onto her ass. 

WHUMP!

The objects all fell to the ground…

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Tuesday 10:15am

Confused, heart racing, Michael's sister's best friend stood again, and the butt plug once more rose into the air. She sat down and the butt plug fell. 

“JESS GET OVER HERE NOW!”

Stuck, Michael's sister's best friend pulled up her shorts and ground her ass into the mattress to make herself comfortable. 

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Tuesday 10:30am 

Beneath his sister's best friend's ass Michael's spirit  was smeared into a thin paste of consciousness between her skin and boy-shorts. His nerves were no less active in his liquified form, his consciousness thrashed in perpetual agony that eventually became his new normal. Other senses began to become more noticeable through the waves of pain… like taste… he wanted to hurl. Whatever smear was left of his tongue informed him the soap his murderer had used on her ass had a stinging, chemical taste to it despite its lavender smell… 

Pain! 

The giant girl was shifting, grinding her ass and sending new waves of pain through Michael's system. The bit of him experiencing taste was shifted towards the area with the most room… her ass crack!

No! No! No! Not again!

The flavor became more of an earthy-bitter flavor that was not any better!  

Michael wanted to scream-

PAIN!

The brat pulled her boy-shorts into a wedgie, pulling his ghostly remains deep into her ass. 

Michael sobbed as best as a smear could sob. The bit of him experiencing taste was pulled along with her boy-shorts until he was tasting the asshole of the brat who had just that very morning shat him out! There was a burning almost metallic taste that overrode all senses, even the blinding pain of his liquified body! He hated his sister's best friend! He hated her and wished her the worst!

And he would use that hate!

Michael was dead but his story wasn't over yet!

The asshole bulged.

The panties felt tighter than ever as Michael tried to flee- but couldn't. His rage grew- he'd get his revenge! Once he got out he'd-

The asshole Bulged again!

Michael's hatred peaked!

The brat released a putrid fart, composed of the digested flesh that was once  Michael's own body.  

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Tuesday 10:50am

Bang, Bang, Bang!

Michaels sister banged on his apartment door “Michael?”… there was no response… “MICHAEL!”

Tuesday 1pm  

Campus security was inbound.

At most her former best friend had 10 minutes.  

Michael's sister was cursing into her phone as she sped down the highway. Michael's roommate had told her everything. She called her former best friend again, no response,  she would haunt her forever for this! 

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Tuesday 1pm 10 minutes inbound.

“Jess, I'm telling you my ass is haunted!”  Michael’s sister's best friend refused to move from the bed. Her jean shorts weighed heavily onto the mattress. They were skin tight and transitioned smoothly into her shapely thighs, as smoothly as her cleanly shaven legs. A bit of crack was exposed allowing light from the window behind her bed to travel down to her asshole. 

Deep in Michael's sister's best friend's ass Michael was seeing the light! Light shining in from his sister's best friend's exposed butt crack. He forced himself towards it in a mad rush for freedom!

As Michael forced his soul between the girl's warm flesh and her shorts he could hear a  conversation. Jess was talking. “I believe you! I believe you! Now give me your palm, I want to read it, there we go… yes… yes..”

Michael listened as he climbed towards the light! His transparent hand grasped the hem of her boy-shorts and pulled himself free… 

“Do you know what this line means on your pointer finger?”

“No, what!”

“Mmm, hold on, I need to taste it to be sure…” Michael heard a wet smacking sound as if Jess were sucking on his sister's best friend's finger. “Oh yea,” slurp. “I know exactly what this means” she panted following more wet noises. “Do you want to know what this line on your finger means?”

Michael ignored their banter! He was free! Michael's ghost tried floating away-

Wham!

His cheek was pressed flat as it struck an invisible barrier preventing his spirit from haunting more than a few inches from the butt fat his body had been turned into. 

Damn

His attention turned vengefully towards the brat. She was pressed ass to ass with another girl in black leggings whose blonde hair came nearly to her crack. Jess's hand was leading his sister's best friend's spit coated hand down towards her crack. “That line meant you give great anal!”

Michael watched the hands creep beneath the black leggings then thrust!

He winced, not wanting to witness any more of his sister's best friend's sex life. He looked around the bed at the paraphernalia Jess had dropped on it over the past hour. Tarot cards, a ghost box, emf readers, and other failed attempts to communicate with the dead had piled up around their asses.

The two hands were pumping steadily and Jess moaned. 

 A ouija board lay on the bed behind the two girls' butts. 

Michael released all his anger out on it!

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Tuesday 1:01 pm. 9 minutes inbound

 “Alright, alright. If you think  your ass is haunted then try hovering it over the ouija board.” Jess said offhandedly. 

To the astonishment of both girls the board was moving. The planchette moved from the letter M to the I then to the K then to the E. The girls stared in amazement.

“So Mikey really is haunting your ass.” Jess gawked.

“Why are you haunting my ass Mikey? Couldn't get enough of it?” Katie nervously teased.

The ouija board spelled out ‘F...U.’

Jess still looked skeptical. “Prove it's you.”

Katie added. “ Where did I make you kiss me on our beach trip”

The planchette moved. A. S. S.

Both girls broke into cruel laughter

“But which cheek was it?” She asked less nervously.

The planchette moved. B. O. T. H.

“Yup it's him!” Katie confirmed. “How does it feel to be part of the ass you kissed?”

“Wait, it's still going!”  Jess pointed

M. I. D. D. L. E… F. I. N. G-

“Up yours as well!” Jess laughed while holding up her middle finger. “Katie I've got what's going on here. He's a poltergeist and- wait there's a chapter here- and they're the kind of ghost that can touch the physical world- Oww!

The planchette struck Jess in the head.

Katie screamed. Then asked, “Well can we touch that kind of ghost back? I don't want a butt ghost!”

Jess thought for a moment and began digging through the things she brought. 

Meanwhile small objects began whizzing around the room aimed at the girls' heads, causing them to scream.

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Tuesday 1:03 pm. 7 minutes inbound

Michael's spirit sent the broken frame of the new years eve picture hurtling at his sister's best friend's head. Then hurled a butt plug at Jess.

She ducked as his wallet rose. His smiling license portrait revealed inside. It chased her around the room as Jess sprayed it with a mist of holy water to no effect- then beat it onto the bed with the bottle.

A shadow ran across the license portrait as a large mass hurtled towards it. 

 Michael's license portrait watched his own face descend towards it as Michael's sister's friend's butt came hurtling down. Michael's face was smeared across his portrait, and flattened beneath the Jean-clad ass. Crushed, Michael lost his concentration and the other items fell with a clatter.

“You got him!” Jess's muffled voice yelled. “Now move so that I can spray him!”

Michael felt a new pain as the water vapor moved through him and in his rage he pushed it away.

“Oh my god I see him!” She sprayed again!

“So do I!”

Michael looked in the mirror and saw an outline of his body caused by him repulsing the water vapor!

“Grab him!” Jess shouted

“I can't” 

“Now his shape is all weird!”

“He's moving stuff again! Duck!” Katie shouted as the wallet hurtled overhead-

Bam. Bam. Bam.

“Was that the door?” Jess hissed

“What? Someone's here!”

What do we do about Mikey and the floating shit? I can't touch him!” Katie cried.

“Pull down your pants!” Jess demanded.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Came the impatient knocking!

Without questioning why Katie pulled down  her short jeans, then her Pink boyshorts while Jess misted the holy water, revealing Michael's outline!

“Gotchya!” Jess yelled as she pushed forward an item he had hurled at her head. The unlubed buttplug struck Michael's spirit in the chest and continued into Katie's pucker!

The wallet fell back to the floor.

A moment later Jess sprayed the holy water again- Michael's spirit was no longer there! 

BAM! BAM! BAM!

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Tuesday 1:05 pm. 5 minutes inbound

The interior of Michael's sister's ex-friends asshole was composed of smooth flesh that felt oily and hot, nearly one hundred degrees. The repugnant smell of her waste defiled Michael's senses! Inside his murderer's rectum Michael thrashed and screamed… 

then stopped…

The sound of a door being thrown open boomed-

And he recognized the voice outside! It was his sister! She was screaming- screaming for him!

Warm gratitude burst through Michael's ethereal consciousness! “Heelp! Heelp! Please!” He cried out while turning the thin smear that was his spirit towards the butt plug… could he move it?

His tormentors were screaming back at his sister! He had to help- but how? Through the pain caused by the crushing walls of anal flesh Michael focused on the head of the butt plug-

WHUMP!

“I have her pinned!” Jess yelled

Michael concentrated fully on the plug- and it moved, but only a millimeter before returning to its original spot. He pushed again and again and again! He refused to be defeated by a butt plug!

“Oh my god Katie! Katie look! She's shrinking!” Jess cheered gleefully.

“Oh, my god! She has the shrinking gene like her brother- oof! Speaking of whom he’s really being a pain in my ass!” 

Michael pushed until the butt plug was vibrating with his effort- then screamed! His sister's best friend clenched her cheeks! Smearing him as the anal walls chewed him! No! He'd fight his way out!

The brat clenched again!

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Tuesday 1:07 pm. 3 minutes inbound 

Jess's ass was heart shaped and as pale as cream cheese with about the same firmness. Her exposed asscrack was in sharp contrast to her black leggings in which Michael's sister's nose was deeply wedged. 

Michael's sister was already half her original height and still shrinking. She didn't have the weight to throw off Jess who pinned her in a reverse school girl position. Flat on her back Michael's sister screamed into Jess's ass, which was cutting off her air supply!

She tried to thrash her arms but both were pinned down by the bigger girl's own arms. 

She tried to push the floor with her feet to no effect- then her legs stopped kicking all together as the lack of air caused her to pass out.

Grinning victoriously, Jess ground her ass back and forth, dragging Michael's sister's head back and forth with each grind of her cheeks.

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Tuesday 1:10 pm. 0 minutes inbound

Katie squeezed her butt cheeks together and cried out-

“Mikey. Is. Stil. Fighting! Damn, he feels like a vibrator in there!”

BAM! BAM! BAM! 

“Campus Security! Open up!”

Katie paled as she stumbled towards the door, clutching her rear as if she had shit, and looked through the peep hole. Two campus security guards were clearly visible. She only got a quick glance before Michael's spirit thrust the plug painfully so!

“Damn!” Her legs moved erratically as she tried to twist the troublesome butt plug into a comfortable position. “Damn, Damn, Damn”

Worse Katie felt the plug in her ass give way!

She turned in time to see the wallet, keys and even a lamp floating through the room! Her heart sank as she looked back through the peephole. Campus security did not look amused. 

Suddenly there was a sound like water being sprayed. “Hold still Katie!” Jess screamed as her mouth closed around Katie's rear. 

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Michael's world moved in slow motion ahead of him was a horrifying sight. Jess's mouth was wide open. Strands of saliva connected the roof of her mouth to her tongue and bubbling spittle gathered in puddles throughout her yawning maw.

BAM!

A knock on the door rang out slowly.

The lips enveloped Michael bringing him into a humid cavern that smelled of cherry and something acidic that had crept up from the brat's gullet. The heat radiating from her body was in such contrast to the cool room temperature that it felt like a blow in of itself.

BAM!

A second consecutive knock rang out slowly

Michael was forced to the roof of Jess's mouth by her tongue and swallowed down  with a globule of saliva to her stomach, down beyond the barrier that had prevented Michael from straying from his murderer's ass.

GULP!

BAM! A third knock rang out!

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Katie opened the door.

“Morning sir, what can I do for you?”

“We received a call about a disturbance at this residence. May we come in?” The guard said as he placed his right leg in the doorway, preventing it from closing. He leaned forwards menacingly.

“Of course,” Katie mumbled as she stepped aside.

Both security guards stepped inside- and glared in a way that said anyone from Katie's generation was a nuisance. 

They surveyed the apartment room along with Katie. Everything looked in order. Jess sat serenely on the couch. There was no sign of Michael's sister.

“Are you April Baker?” One guard asked Jess while the other guard asked for Katie's ID.

Jess clenched her cheeks as if something had been triggered by the mention of that name.

Katie handed over her ID then turned to Jess.

“Of course I'm April Baker,” Jess replied cooly, who in fact did bear a resemblance to Michael's sister. 

Katie cringed as Jess handed over her student ID card and license. The officer held the card up in the direction of Jess and Katie saw that it was in fact not Jess's card but Aprils! The guard nodded in approval.

Her ass clenched again as something fought harder than ever before.

The guard holding Katie's card called a number on his phone and waited while the first guard bent over and lifted something from the floor. Before Katie could see what it was her attention was diverted to the couch-

 A phone in Jess's pocket buzzed and she answered. Both guards grunted in approval this time.

Jess smiled back. They were buying it!

“What's this?” The first guard held out what he had picked up from the floor, a wallet. “Is this yours?” He asked Katie.

“No that's Michael's”

The first guard asked if Katie wouldn't mind stepping outside while they asked a few questions 

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Tuesday 1:30 pm

Deep in Jess's stomach  Michael felt a surge of hope! 

He listened to the muffled baritone of the guard's voice as he questioned his sister's best friend. 

As Jess turned, Michael's body moved on its own along her stomach wall as if by a large magnet. His body was trying to return to Katie's ass.

Any minute now she'd be taken away, his sister would be rescued, and these horrible brats would have their date in court!

Any minute now…

Any minute…

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Tuesday 2:00 pm.

Both girls laughed!

“They totally bought it! They thought that I was April!” Jess laughed until she snorted.

“Where is April?” Katie asked.

Jess pulled down her leggings, and pulled apart her cheeks, the head of a two inch tall April starred back.

Slowly Katie pulled her out and held her before Jess's face. “What should we do with her?” 

“I have an idea” Jess purred as she opened her mouth wide and pointed inside.

Katie held her shrunken ex friend over Jess's open maw, “Aww how do you feel about becoming my new best friend's snack?” Katie tilted the shrink to let her take in the slimy gullet down which she would travel… then released her before she could respond.

April landed wetly on Jess's tongue and slid towards her throat- kicking and struggling, She could just see Katie's smirking face from between the lips of the open maw. She pushed off the hardened upper palette, reached for the girl's teeth and launched herself through the lips- Only to be crushed down and sucked back into Jess up to her neck. 

Only April's head remained visible to the outside world. “Please katie! Help! You're my best friend!”

Katie leaned in closer, “About that, you seeI was only your friend to get close to your cute brother, and now that he's been digested -” Katie smiled at the fresh anguish that crossed April's face. “-It seems fitting you should be as well!”

Jess sucked the screaming girl into her maw, smiled lustfully up at Katie, and-

GULP!

Jess swallowed

The screaming lump that was April passed down her throat and into her belly to join Miachael’s ghost. 

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Tuesday 3:00 pm.

Jess moaned as the squirming within her belly increased in tempo. She shook her little occupant with her left hand. “You should just give up April, you’re not getting out of there!” Her right hand twirled some spaghetti onto her fork and  brought it to her cherry lips.

“Well parts of her will,” Katie laughed. “And Mikey if your ghost can hear me in there, your parts will be coming out soon! Tomorrow morning your remains will be in my toilet!" She played a toilet sound off of her phone causing the bulges on her friends belly to increase in ferocity. 

Jess bit her lip. “That's going to be your fate, April! To wind up as my shit!”

The bulges from within Jess's belly spiked in ferocity again before dying down.  

In response Jess's hand crept down to her leggings and rubbed gently over her crotch.“I really want to feel you surrender yourself to me April,” her hand pushed against her crotch hard, as her thighs squeezed in. “That would really get me off once we're done here.”

Jess picked up her glass of water and sipped casually. 

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Tuesday 3:02 pm.

Michael listened to his sister scream out in agony.

She beat against Jess’s stomach walls as he had done inside of Katie's. She was crushed between near hundred degree walls of flesh as he had been. And he knew she would likely die as he had. Worst of all, he could not speak to her! He couldn’t comfort her when she needed it most. He couldn't help!

Liquid entered from the sphincter overhead raising the level of the chyme, followed by the masticated remains of spaghetti. 

Michael raged!

He tried to poltergeist the half digested pasta around but couldn't focus on things he couldn't see. Worse- he couldn't move. His body was permanently pressed to whatever part of Jess's stomach was closest to Katie, as if a big magnet was pulling him back to the brat's ass.

His sister screamed, begging for Katie to convince Jess to let her out! Offering anything she could think of to the girls-

-but they just laughed.

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Tuesday 3:04 pm.

Jess swallowed then took another bite. “So why did you pick this restaurant?” Jess asked with her mouth full of meat ball. 

Katie watched the lump vanish down Katie's throat, smiled, and pushed Michael's phone forward. A friend tracking app showed someone else was in the restaurant with them.

Jess grinned evilly. “Is that Michael's roommate?” She began rubbing her belly more vigorously, moving the food around with her finger.

Katie nodded, and as one, they looked across the restaurant to a student with a booth to himself.

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Tuesday 3:06 pm.

Michael's roommate was eating a slice of pizza while cringing as he scrolled through the feed on his phone. Specifically he was scrolling through the comments section of a video displaying his head between Jess's crotch and Katie's ass… 

It was humiliating… Yet, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had enjoyed the experience. That messed with his head a bit. He didn't know if he would be pleased or horrified to hear the girls’ voices again.

“Hey big boy, Jess jeered as she slid into the booth, followed by Katie, blocking him in.

Michael's roommate turned scarlet. “Listen I-”

“You told Michael's sister everything,” Jess growled.

“And YOU-” The roommate tried to raise his voice but Jess put a finger to his lips as Katie pushed Michael's phone forward.

The screen was to the payment portal to Michael and his roommate's Apartment. 

Katie laughed at the roommate's surprised silence. He didn't even remove Jess's finger. “We can make your semester a living hell, starting with stopping Michael's autopayment to your apartment, or, listen up big boy, you can do whatever we tell you too and you get to keep living in your place. Capish?” Katie’s foot reached out and stroked his own. 

Meanwhile Jess's finger circled his lips until Katie finished speaking, then she pinched his cheeks between her thumb and leading fingers. “Nod your head big boy,” She commanded, when he remained limp she forced his head up and down for him, all while he stared ahead in shock, unsure if he should be terrified or thrilled.

Katie cheered. “I can't wait to feel your face back up my ass!” Her foot pushed firmly down on top of his own as Katie pushed herself forwards, squishing Jess to him, and pressing his back against the wall.

“Wait-” he started as a new flush came over his entire face.

Jess grabbed Michael's roommate's slice of pizza and took an obnoxiously large bite. “You're coming back with us after our meal!” she chewed inches from his ear then swallowed the mouthful down to join her belly's occupants. “To be our dessert!” She whispered in his ear, then looked him full in the face. Confused emotions revealed themselves in the intricate wrinkles forming and unforming around his eyes, Jess stared for a moment leaned in and belched into his face. Both girls laughed.

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Tuesday 3:38 pm.

Michael and his sister were thrown about the stomach as their horny captor had her way with Michael's roommate.

Jess was breathing hard. Her heartbeat was rapid as it echoed throughout her inner chamber.

Michael fought against the invisible force pinning him to the stomach wall. Somewhere in the dark he could hear his sister crying. Every other sob was muffled as Jess's body worked over time. Every thrust, every lustful inhale, was crushing her occupants. 

“Aaaaggghhh!” Michael screamed as he  tried to reach his sister- tried to comfort her. 

“Katie! Hold his head steady!” Jess yelled. “Yes! Yes! YEEEES! Keep him right there!” The stomach was violently thrown back and forth. 

Choked coughing came from his sister as the chyme was squeezed over their heads.

Michael screamed again as he forced an arm from the stomach wall, then the other.

The stomach thrust again, and again, picking up momentum. “Kiss him there again Katie!” Jess moaned. “He’s ticklish, how cute!”

Michael's sister was drowning, she no longer sobbed or cried for help. 

“Now beg like a good boy! Beg for my butt to lift off you-oooor you can kiss it! Yes keep kissing!’” choking sounds were coming from just outside the stomach.

Michael took a step forward, against the force that held him back, against the tide of chyme that pushed against him as the stomach walls pressed in, against all the forces that fate threw his way he took a step forward, then another. He approached his dying sister.

She was floating in the chyme. Curled into a ball, sobbing silently to herself.

 Michael hugged her.

April turned, sensing the presence, and yet somehow by some emotional forces knew that the individual holding her was her brother. She smiled at him as he held her steady against the sloshing stomach bile.

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Wednesday 1:05 am

GLORP! 

The struggling  bulges that had been Michael's sister ceased… and never resumed… April had been digested by her former best friend's new best friend.

A smug smile passed over Jess's features as she snuggled Katie closer to her chest. Each exhale brought the scent of Katie's perfume deep into her lungs. She sighed contentedly, and slept on.

The end