Cindy and I walk up the steps to her front door.  She bends down to pick up a package along with the day’s mail.  My eyes immediately focus in on her petite, upside down heart shaped ass.  

Don’t get me wrong, Cindy is the epitome of female sexiness, albeit in almost contradictory ways.  Cindy has the face of an international runway model, with golden, slightly curled hair.  She has the slender body of an athlete, the overly huge yet unnaturally firm breasts of a porn star, a small rounded ass, the intellect of a rocket scientist, along with the compassion of a PETA member and Vegan combined.

“Hey, my Aunt Jenny sent me a package” Cindy says excitedly.

“Great” I tell her as I look back around her neighbors houses anxiously.  “But can we get inside before anybody sees us, I mean me?”

“Relax butt boy, you’ll be under my ass soon enough.” Cindy replies as she raises and lowers the package as if judging its weight.  She grabs a keychain from her purse and unlocks her front door.  We both enter quickly, both of us taking a look back outside to make certain we entered unnoticed.  Locking her front door behind us, we walk down the main hallway and into her kitchen where she puts down the letters and fliers that arrived in the mail on the island countertop, then carefully sets down her Aunt Jenny’s package.

I notice Cindy looking at the package from her Aunt Jenny in a quizical odd way.  She had a look on her face as if thinking of a distant memory.

A Few Years Ago

Cindy squeezed the head of the tiny man she held in her hand.  His head molded in as if he were made of Play Doh, his eyes and tongue bulging out in a perverse manner like his head were about to burst.  Releasing her fingers, his eyes and tongue retracted and his head reformed as if she had never squeezed him.

“Did that hurt you?” Cindy asked concerned.

“No, but that doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.” the five inch man answered, a stern look on his face.

“They don’t feel pain, well not like you or I do Cindy” Aunt Jenny told her, who looks more like a twenty year old than a supposed forty year old woman.  “That doesn’t mean we should ever try to hurt them, at least not intentionally.”

Cindy reached down into the box and grabbed another shrunken man with her free hand.  She held both men up, one in the grip of each of her hands, as she looked upon them as they were living toy dolls.  “What do you do with all of them Aunt Jenny?  What are they for?”

Aunt Jenny pats the cushion next to her on the couch for Cindy to sit next to her.  With a shrunken man in each hand, Cindy plops up on the couch beside her aunt.

“You see Cindy, a long time ago our ancestors, your ancestors studied nature, what we called herbalism is called chemistry today along with alchemy or today’s physics.  They made many mistakes; yet they also made many discoveries.”

“What does that have to do with these tiny men?” Cindy asks as she holds the two men, one in each hand up to her aunt.

“At one point your female ancestors; your great, great, great grandmothers discovered how to alter their men.  They found a way to change them in every conceivable way, except one, making them larger.  They stumbled upon ways to alter their men to make them smaller, change their form, change everything and anything about them; but they could not add to something that was not already there.”

“So……they could subtract, but not add to a man?” Cindy asks cautiously.

“Well in so many words, yes.  Only the entire man would always be there, in one way or another.  For instance, the two men you are holding, they are each shrunken in size, yet their physical size still exists in the form of energy inside of them; hence you didn’t crush his skull so much as displaced it’s mass.”

Cindy, ever so much the astute intellectual, responds “In other words, they are full grown men no matter what their size or shape.  It’s like borrowing from Paul to pay Peter, it’s always the same amount one way or another just in different forms.”

Thinking for a moment, Aunt Jenny tells Cindy “Why yes, that’s one way to look at it, although I’m quite sure that is not what that idiom means; but the overall concept is correct.”

Cindy brings the two men she is holding up to her face.  She looks at them both intently.  They are both much older men, perhaps senior citizens.  “These two look old.”

“He He He, they are; but they both my personal slaves who begged to serve me in return for eternal life in whatever forms I make them, just as all the others in the box, and, huh-hum, elsewhere about me.” Aunt Jenny states cryptically.  “Would you like these two, for your own?”

“Really?  Can I?  May I Aunt Jenny, please, please, please?” Cindy asks excited.

The two men look over to Aunt Jenny and each shakes their head “no”.

“Hmmm, when I was a young girl a distant relative of yours had a pocket knife for his nephew.  He knew his nephew was too young to be responsible with a sharp object, so over time he taught his nephew how to use it properly and safely, making his nephew wait until he was old enough and mature enough to use it wisely.  When his nephew came of age, and with experience, he gave him the pocket knife.  Now you Cindy want to hold the lives of two shrunken men literally in your hands.  Do you honestly believe you can do so and be a good provider and owner of them?”

Cindy was about to blurt out “yes” when she thought better of it.  “I don’t know Aunt Jenny.  How would I know?  When did you know you could to all these shrunken men in your box…..and elsewhere?” she shrewdly added.

Raising an eyebrow in acknowledgment of Cindy realizing she had made many tiny men into objects of intimate apparel, Aunt Jenny answered “I knew when they worshipped me.  I am not merely their owner, but their God, their God they trust, obey, and worship.  When they looked up at me as their one and only God and I looked down upon them as my worshippers and property I knew that it is actually I that hold all the responsibility.  I am the one that must reward when they have earned it and retrain them to appreciate me when they behave incorrectly.  They are my worshippers and my personal pets, I am their God and their Owner.”

“Why should you owe them anything Aunt Jenny?” Cindy asks confused.

“And that question is precisely why you are not yet ready for your ancestral right to the powers you shall some day inherit.”

Cindy looked from her Aunt to the two men in her hands.  “But they are so small; they are nothing to us Aunt Jenny.”

Smiling at her niece, “So you think, what if they provided you with loving, caring, comfort?”  That said the two men transformed in Cindy’s hands to a pair of pink, fluffy socks.

Cindy held up each sock and gazed in amazement.

“They’re not just socks, they are your ankle socks, your gym socks, and they can be your nylons, your fishnets, and anything you wear upon your feet other than your shoes.” Aunt Jenny giggled.

“They’re my socks?” Cindy asks “But won’t my mom notice two shrunken men pretending to be my socks in the wash?”

“First, you don’t need to wash them, they actually clean your feet the more you wear them.  You can put them through the wash, but it doesn’t clean them anymore than they sniff and lick your feet clean on their own.  Secondly, your mom, Susan, was the one that asked me to tell you about this.  She has a box full of shrunken men, and yes, some clothing just as I do.  Cindy, welcome to the future of your life with men.” Aunt Jenny smirks.

The Interim Years

“I noticed you haven’t put any of your socks in the laundry over the past several months.  No nylons, no gym socks.” Susan remarks.

“I noticed you have been wearing the same pair of fuzzy slippers for years.  Not to forget you evening assemble of a corset, garter straps, fishnets and frilled rumba panty beneath your robe every day.” Cindy replies sarcastically.

Cindy’s mom Susan smiles, “So you took Jenny’s words to heed.  You’ve been wearing the same two men on your feet for months now.  How does it feel?”

Cindy took a moment, then answered “Right, it feels right, it just feels right.  Not a moment goes by that I don’t feel them sniffing and lapping at my feet.  It just feels the way it should be.”

“Did your Aunt Jenny bother to tell you how many men she owns?  Did she tell you how many…..service her pleasure?” Cindy’s mom Susan asks.

Cindy thought about the question for a while.  “Aunt Jenny showed me a box with dozens of shrunken men in it, perhaps 60 or more tiny men.  She said you have a box like that too.”

Susan laughs aloud.  “That’s how many your Aunt Jenny has in one of her boxes.  How many she has on, or rather IN her person is all together a different matter.  Did your Aunt Jenny bother to mention she has colonies of hundreds, if not thousands of men living in her pussy and up her asshole?”

Cindy went silent, the thought had never occurred to her more or less such a concept.  Cindy thought about this, then the obvious question came to her mind.  “How many shrunken men are in your….huh hum…..pussy and asshole?”

Susan smiled at Cindy, then almost as if a repeat of before, she patted the couch for Cindy to sit down next to her.

“My dear, you have no idea of either the potential or the joy you have before you.  Yes, by my last estimation I have over two thousand tiny insect sized men living in my pussy, each one dedicated to me, worshipping me as their God, desperate to please me and give me orgasm after orgasm in tribute.  And in my asshole, I guess about eight hundred or so stuck up there, I’m not sure nor do I really care about my asshole worshippers all that much.  As to my garter, garter belts and panty, yes they are all living and breathing men caressing my body.”

“EWE!  That’s disgusting mom.” Cindy sneers out.

“Oh really. Those pathetic insects living in my asshole worship me devotedly.  My living corset cups lovingly hold my breasts, my garter belts strain in joy of my legs, and my panty caresses every inch between my legs.  And once more, your close friend, butt boy, that boy you hang around with, well with our powers comes along insight, and your close friend, that butt boy, is obsessed with your asshole.  Perhaps you should have thought about that before making his face your afterschool seat cushion to sit on for the past couple of years while you did your homework.”

Present Day

“Cindy!  Hey Cindy, are you ok?” I ask, her current daydream having made her distant.

Shaking her head, Cindy looks at me, “I need to know, right now, do you like me, or do you worship my asshole?”

I am taken back by such a straight forward question from my childhood friend and classmate, who said she would help me with my current school and family situation.  The question is so out of our norm I am left without any idea how to answer.

“Just be honest” she tells me comely.

Before I even knew what I was saying, I told Cindy “I worship your asshole Cindy.  I always have.”

Cindy took in a deep breath and looked away from me.  “Alright, ok then, go upstairs, take off your cloths and wait for me lying down on my bed as usual.  You need to know, this time you are not going ‘home’, you’re going to have your dream living up my asshole, forever.”

Cindy’s Bedroom

I’m staring at the ceiling of Cindy’s bedroom, lying completely naked upon her bed.  It’s my daily ritual.  I’m a bit confused by Cindy telling me I’m not going home and that I’m to live up her asshole, my dream of dreams; but how could she know?

My thoughts are interrupted by Cindy coming in her bedroom holding her Aunt Jenny’s package.  Before I can contemplate any further, Cindy removes her panty from under her skirt and stuffs it in my mouth, as usual.  The taste of her pussy and ass fill my mouth, and no sooner am I savoring her panty’s taste than she stands upon her bed straddling my head between her ankles.  She quickly squats down on my face, my nose wedging firmly and deeply within her asshole and her pussy clamping down over my mouth.

Unable to use my mouth much further, my mind focuses on my nose sniffing in deeply within Cindy’s asshole, as I slowly and precariously breath out from my clamped mouth across her pussy.

The smell is intense, and it is beautiful.  My hard-on is throbbing like a jackhammer. I try to focus on Cindy’s asshole, an easy task; but I can’t help to hear her reading her Aunt Jenny’s letter as I feel her empty the contents from the box and place them on my chest and stomach.

The aroma of earthly delights fill my nose, as an essence of Cindy’s vegan diet of fruits and even dark chocolate overwhelm my olfactory sense.

I hear Cindy reading her Aunt Jenny’s letter; but I don’t understand the meaning.  Something about transformed men, shrunken men, and her living socks.  I feel Cindy wiggling her ass on my face as I fidget to stick my nose up her asshole as far as I can to smell away.

*

Cindy notices her friends hard–on is going from dark red to dark purple, he is most definitely straining for release; yet her attention is on the various artifacts and letters her Aunt Jenny sent her in the package. 

She feels her friend squirming beneath her ass, and knows full well he needs air.  Somehow Cindy knows to let him breathe outside her asshole is wrong, reading more and more of her Aunt’s letter she realizes he belongs in her ass.

Cindy places the various artifacts on top of the chest and stomach of her friend who is struggling to breathe with his face stuffed between her ass cheeks.  She opens one of the half dozen books and begins to read aloud its text.

All of a sudden Cindy feels her friend deflate beneath her.  Amazed she looks down on his body and realizes he has decreased in size.

The sense of power gushes throughout Cindy, as she continues to visualize her butt boy growing smaller and smaller.

Cindy’s vagina and clit are aching, and the thought of her classmates Jennifer and Stephanie come to mind.  Before her, two ghostly images appear, Jennifer and Stephanie.  The two girls look at one another and their surroundings bewildered.  Yet both girls lean forward and passionately kiss Cindy.  The three make out with one another as they watch the boy Cindy is face sitting reduce in size.  The smaller he becomes, the more intense their sexual play becomes.

Jennifer and Stephanie both go down on Cindy’s cunt, lapping and slurping up her scrumptious nectar as the boy she is sitting on shrinks up and disappears deep between Cindy’s ass cheeks.  Cindy imagines a fireworks display of lust as they sixty-nine their vaginas upon one another’s faces.  Cindy feels her pussy juices flowing beyond normal, a veritable flood of cum exploding from her overly sensitive vagina pouring into Jennifer’s and Stephanie’s thirsty mouths.

Cindy bucks her hips, time after time, each time feeling her friend being pushed deeper and deeper between her ass cheeks till there was nowhere further to go except inside her rectum.  For tonight, nuzzled up against her asshole was enough for Cindy.

The Next Morning

Waking the next morning Cindy feels incredible, perhaps energized would be a more precise term.  She also feels the need to relieve herself on the toilet.  Entering her private bathroom, Cindy wasn’t sure what to do with her friend shrunk up against her asshole.  A consciousness entered her mind that she should just go to the toilet as she normally does, so she sat upon her toilet and let loose with a long stream of piss. 

She felt the heaviness of her bowels and believing this would free her friend of his present predicament, she lets out a sizable crap.  Much to her surprise, she notices him firmly clinging in place up against her asshole.  She wipes herself a few more times than usual, only to feel he had not swiped off. 

Cindy did not know what to make of this, and removes her socks, a sense of remorse seems to emanate from them as always, and she enters her shower.  As she lathers and washes her body, the sensation of a living being snuggling deep within her ass crack becomes more of a pleasure than a nuisance.  Cindy has trouble disguising between her pussy getting excited from the hot shower water and her butt boy stuffed between her ass-cheeks.

The energy from the night before builds between Cindy’s legs. She takes the shower head and sprays it in massage mode upon her pussy, focusing on her clit.  Thoughts of kissing Jennifer and Stephanie during passionate love making become her fantasy.  She is soon bucking her hips in the air against her imaginary lovers as her ass cheeks crunch tighter and tighter upon her shrunken friend stuffed up within her puckering asshole.

Cindy never felt such intensity.  The sexual energy coursing through her body awakens every pleasure nerve in her body.  Convulsion after convulsion warps Cindy’s body in countless orgasms as the sensation of her shrunken friend wedged within her ass overwhelms her mind.

Thoughts of Jennifer and Stephanie whirl in Cindy’s head.  Their soft, subtle bodies.  Their tits upon her face, their succulent pussies in her mouth.  The tangle of womanly flesh and lust.  Cindy loses herself in her fantasy of girl lust.

Lying in her shower as the water trickles over her body, Cindy slowly regains her sense of self, the living nugget stuffed up against her rectum bringing a smile to her face.

Getting dressed in her bedroom, Cindy decides a short skirt and tight, low cut shirt are in order.  She glances down upon the two lavender colored knee-high socks laying on her floor; they quickly reform into two pink ankle socks which she carelessly slips on her feet.  The two living men they are, long ago meaning nothing to her.

As Cindy slips up a pair of pink T-back panties, she wonders if her living butt bug wouldn’t be happier as her panty.  Maybe if her were just the back of her panty?  Then the wonderful thought of either Jennifer or Stephanie as the front of her panty, just as her mom and Aunt Jenny wear multiple men as their lingerie.  Wait, what about BOTH Jennifer AND Stephanie as the front of her panty?

Cindy’s mind begins to awaken to all the possibilities as she puts on her living ankle socks.  Why should she wear anything that isn’t a living person?

The Breakfast Table

Cindy walks downstairs to the smell of coffee and gingerbread waffles cooking in the kitchen.  Entering the breakfast nook consisting of a semi-circle table within an alcove of built-in booth seating covered in plush cushions, with windows extending up from the backs of the seats to the ceiling, Cindy sits down and curls up on the cushioned bench seat and gazes out upon her backyard and its lush garden.

“Hungry?” Cindy’s mom Susan asks her from the adjacent kitchen area.

“If you knew, why did you let it happen?” Cindy asks.

Placing Cindy’s waffles on a plate along with cinnamon raison toast, she walks over to the alcove table and sets it down before her.  “How does it feel?”

“What?  It feels gross!” Cindy angrily retorts.

“No” Susan replies, then pointing around to her own ass with her index finger extended and making an in and out motion a few times, “How does IT feel?”

Realizing her mom is asking about the tiny boy snuggled up against her asshole, for the first time a sense of communication between her and her shrunken friend becomes acutely aware.  Oddly, a feeling of both fulfillment and joy is felt by Cindy; though not by her, rather by her shrunken boy.

“It…..It feels happy.” Cindy tells her mother.

Smiling at her daughter, Susan goes back into the kitchen and brings Cindy a glass of orange juice.

“I know it does sweetie; but it also feels deprived, doesn’t it?” Susan asks as she sits down with her plate of food and a cup of coffee.

Cindy is confused, “What do you mean?”

“Stop putting your own thoughts, feelings, and wants before his.  Let his voice speak to you through his own mind.” Susan instructs her daughter.

Playing along more as a joke than believing in some Jedi mind trick, Cindy let her thoughts go blank and tries her best to stop thinking.  “Please Cindy, Please Allow Me To Crawl Inside Your Asshole.  Please Goddess Cindy…” she hears the begging from her tiny, shrunken friend wedged deep between her ass cheeks.  “Mmmm, sniff sniff sniff I love your feet Cindy” and “Sniff, yummy, mmmm delicious” she hears her socks.  “Your tit is enormous; it weighs tons, my body aches cupping it.  I love being crushed by your mountainous boob.  I love the fragrance of your skin…” comes an unfamiliar voice.

“They’re talking!  I hear them.” Cindy cries out.

Grinning widely, Susan tells Cindy “Yes, I hear them too.”

“But who is crying about my boob crushing him?  I don’t have any under my tits.” Cindy asks quizzically.

“Oh, that’s one of mine” Cindy’s mom tells her as she places her hands on the front of her robe beneath her breasts and lifts them playfully and lowers them back down slowly.  Cindy hears muted moans of joy in her mind.

“So we can hear each other’s shrunken…..and transformed men?” Cindy questions.

“Well yes and no.  We can, but once your mind becomes more focused you will be able to hone in on your own shrunken men over any nearby insects, oh I mean tiny men.  Honestly, hearing your socks sniff and suck your feet for the past few years has been something I gratefully have been able to tune out.” Susan tells her daughter.

Looking down at her sock clad feet, Cindy feels both disgust and remorse.  “I need to return these to Aunt Jenny.”

Taking a sip of her coffee, “Actually, I think they are best kept where and as they are.  You would do better finding a few young boys as replacements gifts for your Auntie.”

“But…..I thought this was all symbiotic, you know, they WANT to be used by me or you, not just used by any of us.”

“True for most.  Most of the shrunken men up my asshole want to be there. Most of the shrunken men in my pussy want to be there.  All of my lingerie DEFINITELY want to be worn by me” Susan says squirming on her ass.  “Still, although most want to be as we make them and it is their desires, some are, shall I say…..being punished.  Do you have any idea how many rapists and child molesters we have taken off the street and punished by making them pathetic insects and clothing so that they can never molest and hurt again?”

Cindy never thought about intentionally punishing anyone.  “Um, no.”  A thought occurs to Cindy, “This…..this power, is that why you and Aunt Jenny look almost as young as I do?”

After swallowing a bite of her breakfast, Susan looks over proudly at her daughter Cindy.  “Yes it does; but I am leaving that conversation for you and Jenny when she comes to visit next month.”

“Ageless” a thought occurs to Cindy that even her mom has not considered.  “What if I want to stay a teenager, with you as my mom, and we just travel the country whenever it becomes obvious I should be growing up?”

Cindy’s mom Susan’s face brightens at the idea.  “Well first thing first.  Think about where butt boy really needs to be.  Second, thank your Aunt Jenny by giving her a few boys for her, ha hum, personal enjoyment.  And third, I’ve held off for years waiting for you to come to terms with this, and although butt boy was always an easy subject, it’s time you learn that some men deserve a punishment, starting with your school Principal.  He’s been abusing young students for years.  Are you willing to punish him?” Cindy’s mom asks of her.

“Principal Stevens?  I know he’s a jerk, but to punish him.  How?” Cindy asks her mom.

“Transformation.  Animal transformation.” Susan tells her daughter.

The Prank

“Transformation?  Animal transformation?  Why?” Cindy asks confused.

“Your Principal Stevens is a molester.  One of our sisters, that’s how we refer to one another, is a teacher at your school.  It doesn’t matter which one for now; but she knew you’ve been wearing two old men as your socks the first day you arrived with them on your feet.  She also knew that Principal Stevens is a molester.” Susan tells her daughter.

Embarrassed, Cindy asks  “Who?  Which teacher?”

“Remember our ability to listen in, you’ll know soon enough.” Susan says as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“In the past, it was easy for us to gather up men.  A village here or there was always moving and disappearing due to natural events such as drought or factories closing.  But in modern times with a missing person is harder to explain away.  Your butt boy will go noted as missing from school today; though with his family and school problems his disappearance will hardly be questioned.  Your Principal Stevens going missing would be harder for people not to notice.  Combine the two however, a boy missing one day, the molesting Principal Stevens the next day, it will simply appear as though Principal Stevens realized he went too far abducting butt boy and decided to make a rung for it.” Susan takes a bite of waffles from her plate and another sip of her coffee.

“Wait, you’ve been planning this?” Cindy asks.

“Yes and no” Susan tells her daughter.  “We knew Stevens had to go one way or another.  We strategized the best way, then we realized your coming of age, your butt boy, and a molester on the run was all coming together like pieces of a puzzle.”

Cindy sits quietly for a while, the wonderful energizing feeling of her tiny, shrunken friend snuggling up against her asshole bringing a feeling of pleasure to her body.  “Wait” Cindy exclaims.  “Then Principal Stevens should be punished.  How are you going to punish him once I shrink him?”

Cindy’s mom takes another bite of her food, chews and then swallows.  “Well, you’re going to keep him as your pet.  It’s the way you are going to keep him that will be his punishment.  I discussed this in-depth with both your Aunt Jenny and your teacher, and we all came to the same conclusion that the first thing you have to do is meet him in the parking lot after school and turn him into a two inch American green tree frog and shrink his car down either into a Matchbox or a Micro-Machine.  Once you do that, you have to swallow him and simply snatch up his car in your purse.”

“WHAT?” Cindy yells out.

A wide grin on her face, Cindy’s mom Susan continues.  “The missing car is needed to support the idea your Principal Stevens panicked and made off with your butt bug.  Oh….sorry, your butt boy.  Why a two inch American green tree frog, this is important, and we will explain it more to you later tonight.  Just know, swallowing him alive and whole as a frog is extremely important for us.”

Thinking about it, Cindy asks “What will become of him if I swallow Principal Stevens as a frog?”

Laughing, Cindy’s mom answers “In a day or two you’ll poop him out.”

A look of disgust forms on Cindy’s face.

“Would you prefer he abuses more children?” Susan asks.

“Of course not.  By why do I have to swallow him as a two inch American green tree frog?  Why so precise?  Why not a goldfish?” Cindy inquires of her mother.

“That” Susan says as she reaches over and caresses her daughters golden locks of hair, “You shall know later tonight.  Then it will all make sense.”

Staring down at her plate of food, Cindy feels the weight of responsibility to stop Principal Stevens from ever abusing another child.  “Okay…..Okay I’ll do it.”

Cindy and her daughter continued eating their breakfast when Cindy’s curiosity could no longer be ignored.

“Mom?”

“Yes Cindy?”

“Yesterday…..as butt boy was shrinking up between my ass-cheeks…..I had the most surreal fantasy.”

“Those two girls, Jennifer or Stephanie, yes they were real.  The three of you were together, though not yet in physical form, only in mind only.”

Cindy smiles, “You mean that could happen?”

Giggling, “Actually it did happen, albeit in mind only.  They want to be with you Cindy, and seeing now is the perfect time for any of your classmates to go missing, today is the perfect day to grasp them both up.  Along with a few boys for your Aunt Jenny to repay her for your socks of course.” Susan tells her daughter.

The smile on Cindy’s face could not be bigger.

The Night Before, Deep In Cindy’s Ass Crack

The past is blurred.  Cindy sat on my face as usual.  Then things changed.  Rather than her doing her normal homework as I smelled her asshole with my nose buried deep up inside her asshole, she began reading some weird letters from her Aunt Jenny.  That’s when our normal day of me being Cindy’s asshole sniffing ass cushion took a strange turn.

With every sniff I took of Cindy’s asshole, I felt myself drawn in deeper.  Not simply obsessed with the beautiful fragrance of her asshole; but physically being pulled in between her ass cheeks.

At the same time two weird things occurred.  First, I became acutely aware of the individual scents from Cindy’s ass.  I once heard a dog trainer say that when a human enters a house they can smell spaghetti sauce cooking, wherein a dog entering smells tomatoes, oregano, basil, garlic, onions, and peppers all as unique individual scents.  Somehow I became aware of all the individual foods Cindy has consumed and their smells as they passed through her bowels.  Each fragrance, their every taste has become highly focused upon my senses.  Oddly enough, their every smell and taste is delicious, in spite of the noticeable flavor of Cindy’s shit subtly flavoring them all.

Secondly, I heard Cindy talking with two other girls as I felt myself shrink up in-between her tight ass cheeks.  My dick aches for release, the buildup of cuming reaching my climax much sooner than Cindy usually might allow, all too often she did not just to torture me beneath her ass.

As I feel my sexual release denied by Cindy, I notice the more I desire Cindy the more I shrivel down in size and en

enter between her ass cheeks.  The more I shrink between Cindy’s clenched ass cheeks, the harder I become and shrink down even farther.  The more I shrink, the more I become aware of the sweet tasting and fragrant smells of Cindy’s asshole; it’s a self-consuming spiral down within Cindy’s ass crack as I become snugger within her rectum.

It isn’t long before I feel my entire body has recessed deep inside Cindy’s butt cheeks.  The sounds of the two women making passionate love with Cindy are lost this far in Cindy’s ass cheeks; yet I feel myself scrunched and squeezed ever deeply drawn within. 

What has happened to me?  What is going on?  I do not care.  I curl up in a fetal position as I feel myself tightly wedged in Cindy’s rectum, and it is paradise.

I do not know how much time has passed, but I feel my body wiggle back and forth as if Cindy is walking.  Surprised and afraid, I see Cindy’s toilet below me as she sits down.  What sounds like a gusher erupts as I see a torrent of piss pour down from Cindy’s pussy as she pees.  I’m in awe as the huge fountain sprays downward into her toilet bowl below.

As I watch Cindy piss, a large pressure of gas explodes upon me as Cindy farts, one earth shattering burst after another.  Much of her gas enters both my mouth and my nose, and I swallow and breathe in to the point of expanding like a balloon.  Moments later a deluge of Cindy’s shit spouts fourth.  Mouthful upon mouthful of Cindy’s sweet tasting shit enters my mouth and fills my belly, as nose full of Cindy’s shit flows into my nostrils and into my lungs. 

Seconds, minutes go by as I fill up with Cindy’s crap, yet somehow I can consume more and more as if my body were meant for this.  I feel my body expand within Cindy’s rectum, then a form of sexual energy forms over my body and I deflate as this mysterious sexual energy is passed onto Cindy’s pussy.  The flavor and fragrance of Cindy’s crap fills my senses as my throbbing hard-on aches for relief.

Moments later I feel Cindy whipping her ass, her toilet paper brushes against my back yet forces my body deep within her rectum.  No matter how many times Cindy wipes her asshole, I am wedged deep and snug within her tight asshole.