With a heavy sigh, Alan leaned back into his recliner, trying to use the time he had to relax. While he hadn’t really done much today, he knew he’d be in for quite the ride as soon as the delight of his life, Emerald, returned home. The two had been a thing for years, knowing each other since childhood. As they grew and continued to learn about one another, their connection went to the point that no other could possibly compare to understanding what they were to one another. It was only recently that Alan had worked up the courage to ask her to move in with him, and it had been an absolute blast. Without hesitation, she had accepted his offer, and the two could not be happier knowing that they’d get to spend nearly every day of their lives together. Now of course, as with any relationship, there were hurdles to overcome. Though both loved each other immensely, there was a physical boundary that kept the two from getting as passionate as they’d like. Though he stood a good few inches taller and had a rather fit build, there was no doubt that Emerald was the physical superior of the two. An unexplainable strength lay beneath her slim, yet curvaceous figure. Something that may have taken all of his might to lift could be casually dealt with only using one of Emerald’s arms. This strength applied to every other feat imagineabe. She was more agile, could easily outpace him, was flexible enough to tease him behind reason, and had both the stamina and endurance to go hours, possibly days beyond what he was capable off. This inevitably led to some limitations between the two, as Emerald had to restrain herself in order to keep from literally killing her love. Alan was forced into the position where he had to constantly be the dominant figure whenever the two wanted to get intimate, and yet, despite exhausting himself each time, Emerald hardly ever broke a sweat. It certainly wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances, but even so, she knew he was doing his very best each and every time. The willingness to at least try made her love him even more. He was a tenacious one, and what he lacked in physical ability, he more than made up for with his intellect. He was easily the smarter of the two, usually being the one to solve any problem they had so long as it required some level of thinking. And yet, no strategy could bring him to please Emerald the way he believed she deserved. She even tried to compensate for his limitations by making it a regular routine to hit the gym for hours at a time, hoping to find herself feeling fatigued enough to where his efforts would be of greater impact. While it made a slight difference at first, Emerald’s body was one to quickly adapt; and so, any soreness she put herself through was quickly overcome the next day as her muscles reworked to become stronger than before, and as a result, made all of Alan’s efforts near unnoticeable. If only they could swap positions, if only he could handle her. She could never experience what it was like to go all out, to be the one to top the other. That was… until a newly made product made its day view. 

Potions had always been a thing in their world. Various viles, containing colorful remedies and enhancements were regularly being produced and put to use amongst the population. Drinks capable of healing, curing toxins, even some that were able to enhance certain physical traits of the drinker for a time. All of these were capable of assisting the physical body, and yet Alan had been against using any of them. This wasn’t because of any distrust of them, but as far as he had researched, there wasn’t a potion out there that could enhance him to the point of being able to handle Emerald. That was, until a sparkly new commercial popped up the night before. A brand new potion, supposedly capable of significantly enhancing one’s durability was now out for consumers to check out. The new potion, which was being labeled as a DuraPot, was quick to draw in Emerald’s attention, and knowing how eager she was to find a way to boost their romance, Alan had given her the go ahead to get one. It couldn’t hurt to try it after all. If this new potion worked as well as they hoped, Emerald could forgo her restraint, and kick it up a notch without having to worry for her lover’s well being.

Soon enough, the front door to the house slammed open, nearly breaking off the hinges as Emerald made her way inside. She didn’t even acknowledge the door, shuffling straight up to Alan with a wide bottle of gray liquid in her hand. “Alan! They had it! They actually had it!” Before Alan could even respond, he was yanked out of the chair and pulled into a tight embrace. His face was instantly submerged between her breasts, her free arm wrapping around his back and squeezing it to the point that he thought he was going to snap. It seemed as though she was already struggling to keep herself restrained any longer, but luckily, she noticed Alan weakley whining into her cleavage. With an embarrassed chuckle, she released him, allowing him to breathe as he stumbled back, making sure nothing was broken. “T-that’s wonderful! I’m kind of surprised. I thought the concept of a new potion would’ve left the market shelves empty.”

“Well, some were out. I had to go to several stores before getting a hold of this one.” Alan was a bit lost for words after hearing this. He knew her desire for the potion was great, but she must’ve ran all over the city to get ahold of one. He kind of felt bad that she had gone through such an effort, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration that she would go through that effort just for them. “So, you think this one’ll work?” Emerald’s eyes lit up as she leaned close. “I really hope it does!” Though he adored her enthusiasm, Alan felt anxious. It’s not like he didn’t want to find a way to better keep up with Emerald, but what if this potion didn’t work? He couldn’t bear the thought of her disappointment. “So, you wanna do anything before this? Maybe-“ 

“Can we try it now?!” Alan was almost taken aback at the urgency that came with her voice. Evidently, testing the effects of the potion was the only thing on her mind. “I mean sure, but don’t you want to ease into it? We haven’t even had breakfast-”  Emerald pressed a finger to Alan’s lips, cutting him off as she placed the DuraPot in his hands. “We can eat after~” Her words sent chills across his back. He felt backed into a corner as he looked between her sensual stare and the potion in his hands. He didn’t want to rush into something uncertain, but he could tell that there was no real chance in convincing Emerald to wait. He briefly scanned the bottle, seeing the bold lettered title “DuraPot” written along the front, with a series of words printed across the back of the bottle. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve read over the specifics of this potion multiple times over as a precaution, but he knew that doing so would essentially tell Emerald that he wasn’t fully committed to making this thing work. They had both been open about wanting to enhance his physical ability, but Emerald had clearly been longing for this for much longer. He owed it to her and himself to at least make this attempt, even if it didn’t work out as well as they expected. Besides, what could there have possibly been to concern himself with? He understood the general idea of the effects that would come with something named DuraPot, and if multiple stores were already cleared out of the substance, there had to be some merit to its effectiveness. 

Alan briefed a glance to Emerald for a bit of moral support, but instead got to watch as she went about tearing her clothes off. She never did enjoy how much they restricted her rather curvaceous body, and though it wasn’t the moral boost he had anticipated, seeing her like this did have its own way of affecting him. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, he unscrewed the top to the bottle and gave the contents a whiff. To his surprise, there wasn’t any sort of aroma that he could detect. Bringing the potion up to his lips Alan gave it a small sip, letting the gray liquid coat his tongue to give a proper taste. Just as there was no smell, there was no noticeable flavor that came with the potion. It was almost like drinking water. At the very least, he could have some solace knowing that this wouldn’t leave a bad taste in his mouth. He gave one last look over to Emerald who looked in awe at him, seemingly very curious to see what would happen. Seeing her so eager was invigorating, and at this rate, he was starting to become just as curious to see the results of this DuraPot. With a heavy breath, he tilted the bottle and began to chug down the contents. Admittedly, there was quite a lot within the bottle, more than that of a standard sized potion, so after downing half the bottle, Alan stopped and capped it. If this DuraPot was as good as advertised, then half would be more than enough to test the potion’s effects.

Alan went on to place the bottle on the kitchen counter before making his way back to Emerald who was staring him down. “Do you feel anything?” Despite chugging down half the potion, he didn’t feel any noticeable change. He looked at his arms and across his body to locate any visual changes. As far as he could tell, nothing was different, but it had barely been a minute, so he wasn’t too bothered by the lack of effects. “Nothing yet, but I’m sure it just takes a while to kick in.” A whole five minutes passed by and Alan could see the optimism fading from Emerald’s face. As far as potions went, it typically took no more than five minutes for their effects to start working, so seeing as Alan was now nearing the six minute mark, Emerald started to feel a bit unnerved. She held one of her arms tight, her eyes leaving Alan as they loosely dropped to stare at the floor. She was clearly disappointed at the results and sighed heavily as she thought the situation out. Hoping to comfort her, Alan walked up and brushed the green locks of hair away from her face. He was about to speak, but she cut him off. “It’s…. It’s ok if it doesn’t work. I know that this was all a long shot, so even after I found the DuraPot, I went to the gym as a fallback. Not as sore as I would’ve liked, but I know we’ll find a way to make it work either way!” Up until this point, Alan hadn’t even noticed the glimmering beads of sweat that trickled down her body. He watched her force a grin through her obvious dismay, but even her usual optimism couldn’t keep her smiling for long. She broke away from Alan and began to slowly walk toward their bedroom. Seeing her like this made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than to make Emerald happy, and the ineffectiveness of the potion had clearly hurt her. 

“Emerald, wait!” Alan stepped forth, wanting to console her, but as soon as his foot hit the floor, he felt himself lose his balance and wobble in place for a moment before he suddenly shifted downward? “W-whoa…” He nearly fell over as he tried to regain his balance, but just as he did, the same shifting sensation came over him again. As he stabilized, he looked toward Emerald for help, only to have his eyes widened in disbelief as he found his eyes lined up with her lower back. “Huh?” He looked up to see Emerald looking back, staring down at him with a glisten in her eyes, as if completely awestruck with curiosity. Alan had always been the taller of the two, yet he was practically eye level with her rear. She could not find the words to express her confusion, but as Alan further shifted down to meet the back of her knees, the panic kicked in and she quickly turned to kneel in front of him. “A-Alan? What’s happening? Are you ok?” Before he could answer, his body further shifted and fearing that he was about to fade out of existence, Emerald clambered to catch her stumbling partner within her hands. She watched him get smaller and smaller, till finally, after a few moments of nothingness, he seemed to finally stop. Standing within Emerald’s cupped hands, Alan now stood a solid four inches tall. He could neither believe nor understand what had just happened. Thankfully, he was as confused as he was intelligent, so it didn’t take long for him to piece together a theory. Was this the work of the DuraPot? He mulled in his mind for any other explanation, but his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the ear shattering voice of Emerald. “Alan! Are you alright?!” Her voice boomed over him, nearly causing him to fall back; but as he regained his footing, he found his heart skipping a beat as he observed where he was standing.

Though it was obvious that he had gotten smaller, he had not fully taken in the fact that Emerald, by proxy, was now insanely larger. He followed her hands up to meet her face which had lowered to see him at eye level. She looked worried, nearly on the verge of tears as she scanned Alan for any noticeable injuries; all the while Alan could hardly focus. The red irises of his partner’s eyes were massive, and being this close, he could see the finer details within. It was truly beautiful, and though he admittedly wanted to stare for longer, Emerald was visibly starting to freak out at his lack of response. Before she could get into a fit, Alan finally got himself back into reality. “I’m alright, sorry. I’m just… trying to adjust to… whatever this is. Maybe we should double check that Dura- ack!” Alan had the air literally pressed out of him as Emerald squeezed him into a hug, or at least, the closest she could get to one. She had pulled her hands close to her chest in an effort to embrace her love now knowing that he was unharmed; though this didn’t really work to Alan’s favor as his body was subsequently shoved right into her cleavage. Though she intended to be gentle, her immense strength was all the more noticeable at this size, with her hands literally wedging him between her breasts. He could hardly breathe, with both mounds of plump white flesh literally pressing him from his sides, making it impossible to inhale. Even if he could, he quickly found his face muffled into the soft skin of her inner side boob where his mouth, which had been gasping for air, was quickly filled up with a droplet of sweat. That which he didn’t choke on soon washed over him until he was a damp mess against her chest. After what felt like hours of hugging, she finally pulled her hands back, only to be shocked when Alan was no longer within her hands. She quickly looked down to see if she had somehow dropped him, going back into a bit of a panic as she failed to spot him. Soon into said panic, she felt something wriggling within her chest and soon felt her cheeks redden as she reached in and plucked Alan out. He was dripping with breast sweat and quickly went into a bit of a coughing fit as he could finally breathe and try to spit up some of the sweat he had been forced to swallow.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get you stuck in there. I don’t really know what’s going on with you and I’m not thinking straight. What should I do? Should we go see someone? I’ve never heard of people shrinking before.”

After heaving up as much sweat as possible, Alan sat back in Emerald’s palm. “It’s fine, and I don’t think we have to see anyone yet. I think this might have something to do with the DuraPot.”

“The DuraPot? Really? But why would it do this to you?”

“Have you tried reading everything that’s on the bottle?”

Emerald’s cheeks lit up again as she brought a hand to the back of her head, embarrassed to admit that she had not bothered to read anything other than the term ‘DuraPot’. “Ehehe… I’ll go read it now!” Emerald walked toward the living room to place Alan down upon their ottoman and then rushed over to get ahold of the potion. As she brought it back, she could see her little guy wringing out his hair of what she presumed to be her sweat. The sight was admittedly adorable and she sincerely hoped that he hadn’t had such a bad time between her boobs. Though it was unexpected, Alan was overall fine. It wasn't like he hadn’t been up close and personal with Emerald before. As far as he was concerned, figuring out what this potion had done to him was far more important. “Can you read it all out loud?”

“Sure!” Emerald looked the bottle over, seeing the big label for the type of potion on the front, and a surprisingly lengthy set of words printed across an entirely separate label on the back. “Ahem, DuraPot: This potion has the unique properties to alter one’s physical durability. Drinking any amount will show considerable results, though it is recommended to take no more than a sip, or more accurately a tablespoon within a twenty four hour period…. Doing so will result in a series of side effects. While drinking a greater quantity than the recommended dose will exponentially increase the duration and intensity of the user’s durability, it will try to compensate the ease of this by altering the user’s size to one of smaller proportions and making their body far more… malleable… than normally possible. Thanks for those who chose to read this, and hope you enjoy our product…”

Alan simply sighed in annoyance that Emerald hadn’t read any of what he considered to be very important details when buying the potion. He at least felt comfort in knowing that this wasn’t necessarily some abnormal reaction that he was having toward the potion. “Well at least that’s cleared up. How long does the standard dose last?” Following his question, the room went silent for thirty seconds. Alan looked to see Emerald’s eyes darting from side to side as she looked over the potion. She seemed to be… reading it again?

“Hello? Emerald?”

“Y-yeah, right! J-just give me a minute.” Alan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he observed Emerald. She seemed to be breathing at a much more rapid rate, huffing as though she had no control over herself. Was she really this concerned for him? She always was a bit more emotional, a trait he had grown to admire over the years. “Drinking the recommended dosage will result in the effects lasting approximately twenty minutes.”

“And the amount of servings per potion?”

“Two hundred and forty…”

Alan put a hand to his chin as he tried to approximate the math on that. “So assuming that each tablespoon adds an additional twenty minutes, and I drank about half of that whole bottle… so that means that I should be stuck like this for-“

“Twenty four hours….” Alan was a bit surprised to be cut off, somewhat impressed that Emerald had figured it out as quickly as him. He was about to try and comfort her that he was fine waiting, but she turned and walked off back to the kitchen where she put away the DuraPot. She then returned to Alan, standing right over him. Alan had to admit that she looked amazing from this perspective. There was already a lot to admire about Emerald in the physical sense, but from his position on the ottoman, he really got to see a new perspective on just how well she had taken care of herself. He wondered how it must feel to see himself from her viewpoint. Even if this potion did kinda work as a dud for now, he was glad to know that it was possible to get the desired effects if he took the potion properly. In just about a day from now, he could give it another go and he could finally give Emerald what she wanted. Based on her current gaze, he figured she must’ve been thinking roughly the same thing. It was honestly a huge relief to know that things would finally start getting better. “I’m glad that we both now understand the potion’s effects. I was beginning to think-”

White noise was all that Emerald could hear. She was lost within her mind trying to process what she had read. He’s supposed to be like this? It baffled her to think that this is what Alan had wanted, but she knew that her love was a very intelligent man. It all started to make sense. Though he had changed in size, he had still achieved their desire to make him more resilient. That’s why he was asking her to read the potion’s details. He must’ve read it a dozen times over if he so willingly drank so much. To think that he wanted her so badly, he’d be willing to downsize just for her. You naughty little thing, don’t you worry. I won’t keep you waiting any longer~ ecstatic with her internal conclusion, She could not hold herself back any longer and drove her head right over to Alan. The small man was just about to finish going over what he thought the two had come to understand, until he found his entire head plunged and sucked into the soft wet lips of Emerald. Her appreciation for what he had presumably done for her was off the charts and she wanted to make sure he was well aware. She kept a firm lock on their kiss for over a minute, feeling her lover’s head on the verge of entering her mouth. What she thought was a blessed gift of a smooch was a very real horror that had Alan panicking. His appreciation for how soft and cushiony her Emerald’s lips were lasted a second before he was greeted with a horrible smell. His eyes began to water as he was no doubt experiencing the unwashed morning breath of his partner. She had evidently forgotten to brush, her mind too focused on getting that damn potion. It was absolutely foul, and no matter how much he tried to pry himself from the grasp of her lips, he was trapped as though he had been caught in the stream of a vacuum, and as such, was kept suction sealed within the smelly confines of his lover’s kiss.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she broke their embrace; but she made sure to leave him a bit of a parting gift. As she released him, she exhaled, inadvertently filling Alan’s mouth with her hot breath. He was left gagging on what was now an imprinted taste across his tongue as she stood back up blushing in what she relished to be one of the first of many romantic moments between the two today. After doing what he could to try and wipe his taste buds clean, he looked back up toward Emerald who now stood in a way that made Alan’s spine rattle as he realized that they were not on the same page. Watching her little love look up to her, Emerald’s eyes narrowed as she stared down her little man, hands on her hips with her lips curled into a devious smile. “Was that as heavenly for you as it was for me~? I’ll say, this wasn’t what I expected when I got that potion, but it looks like you’ve had this planned out from the beginning. I wonder, do you think I look better at this size~?” She turned to her left, giving Alan a side view of her body as she shifted a hip in his direction, nearly knocking herself into him in the process. “Because I have to admit that there’s something about a little you that’s getting me excited. And to think, I was worried that I might hurt you at that size. My clever little Alan, always thinking ahead!”

Alan was at a loss for words. Emerald had clearly given him far too much credit for what was a simple lapse in judgment on his part; and having sold herself on the thought that this was all his intent, she seemed all the more ready to test things out. As Alan tried to gather the right words to explain what had actually happened, he found himself tripping over his own tongue as Emerald began to turn once more. With another shift to the left, she was now facing away from him, giving Alan a full look at what he argued to be one of Emerald’s greatest features, her butt. The pale globes of flesh lay bare before him in all their naked glory, and though Alan still felt the urge to explain this misunderstanding to her, he was absolutely stunned by the beauty of her backside. Each mound of plump white cake glistened in her post workout sweat, each looking heavy enough to crack concrete. Even at his original size, each of her cheeks easily out massed the size of his head twice over. What essentially were two shiny moons now hung over him, and he found himself nervously gulping down a breath as he tried to recompose himself. Unfortunately, all his gawking had caused Alan to miss his opportunity to express himself; and in doing so, he further condemned himself as Emerald caught him staring, which for her, only further confirmed her beliefs that this was exactly what he wanted from her.

“Forgive me for taking so long to get into this. I should’ve known you’d be the one to think more thoroughly about how this would all play out, and you have been very patient down there waiting for me to finally understand.” Emerald’s knees began to bend as she shifted into a near squat over the ottoman. With her rear stuck out behind her, Alan was now lost within its shadow as it looked over him. He could no longer see his love’s face, and with how far she was taking this, it was too late for him to change her mind. The only thing he’d be able to reason with now hovered above him. “To take such a little form, I’d think you’d be more hesitant, but with how much you were willing to drink, you must be feeling pretty confident that you can take me. Well don’t you worry. I’m about to bring you to your limit~”

With that, Emerald began to sway her hips from side to side, giving Alan the show of a lifetime as her asscheeks in turn swayed about like twin wrecking balls looking for something to pound into dust. It was a threatening enough view that Alan found himself stepping back, quickly losing his footing as he fell onto his back. For a moment, his eyes instinctively closed upon impact, and upon reopening them, he froze at the sight above. The swaying motion of Emerald’s rear had changed into a more gyrated rotation that sent her ass wobbling in circles above Alan’s position, all the while slowly lowering down toward him. “W-wait, Emerald!” 

His words were useless when it came to getting her attention. She was enjoying this way too much. He watched as her ass continued to get closer, now just a few inches from making contact. Unable to think of anything else to get him out of this, he made another attempt to call out to her, but just as he was about to speak, something foul entered his nose. Apparently, all this cheeky movement in addition to lowering herself had allowed for her cheeks to part a bit, allowing a horrendous stench to seep its way out and breeze by Alan. The smell of what Alan could only conclude to be Emerald’s swamp ass was overwhelming. He quickly went into a fit of gagging as he tried to keep his nose covered and prevent any more of it from entering his system. This would prove to be in vain as Alan still had the need to breathe. For a second, he released his nose and allowed himself to inhale, only to immediately regret it as the smell had somehow gotten worse. He wanted to vomit, the tainted air stinging his nostrils, but he instead tried to persist. He hesitantly tried breathing through his mouth, hoping to spare his nose, but quickly discovered that this odor had made the air around him toxic enough and dense enough to the point where he was able to taste it with ease. He could hardly keep himself still after that, but as he fought the urge to cry, he looked up to see that things were about to become far more difficult for him. The looming presence of Emerald’s butt had come to a stop just an inch above his body. It was a sight to leave one speechless, and that it did as Alan could only watch in both fear and awe until he heard the laughter of his partner. She had apparently wanted the both of them to savor this moment, which meant that this might be the most vital chance he’d get to have her stop. Despite the smell, he took a deep breath and with all his strength yelled out her name. Unfortunately, his timing was poor, and she allowed the weight of her body to fall. “EMERA-“ woomph.

Emerald’s damp ass landed softly onto the cushiony surface of the ottoman, and she quickly started to sink into it. A comforting feeling to her, but one of pure tension and woe for Alan who had been unfortunate enough to find himself perfectly lined up with her partly spread crack. This led him to instantaneously find himself trapped between her heavy cheeks, with his body snuggly pressed into the wet crevice in between. Alan had of course been trying to prevent this, which only worked to his overall detriment. His attempt to call out to her had left his mouth wide open. The seemingly endless amounts of inner cheek therefore found no issue in filling his mouth with its pure swampy flavor. He tried to shut his mouth, but it was much more difficult than he had anticipated. With all her weight pressing into him, it made it very hard to move any part of his body, let alone his mouth that currently had a hunk of her sweaty crack stuffed into it. Nevertheless, he did manage to make progress, though he questioned how worth it it was. The process of clearing his mouth required a whole lot. He had to blow with all his might to try and spit it out, all the while slowly inching his teeth to a close. Because of how slow of a process this was, it resulted in him essentially scraping his teeth against the pale skin, and by the time he finally managed to clamp his teeth together, he immediately wished he hadn’t. He had essentially offered a free service of scratching off a layer of dead sweaty ass skin that had nowhere to go but into the opening that had been Alan’s mouth. He now had a variety of ass flavored things trapped within his mouth and he could do nothing to rid himself of the taste. He instinctively tried to squirm and press against Emerald’s ass, hoping to give himself the necessary space to hurl, but it was no use. His hands only worked to sink into her skin, and he didn’t know it, but his earlier action with his teeth had left his partner biting her lip with satisfaction. It felt incredible to have her filthy ass given a good scratch. She wanted him to keep it up, but figured he wanted to drag this experience out just like her. 

Figuring that she’d give him a turn, she went to work and shifted her rear into the ottoman, rubbing it back and forth in a sort of thrusting motion. She could feel Alan’s little body caught right in the center of her crack, and he felt amazing. It was like a perfect fit, as if he were meant to be down there, and his squirming little form told her that he was beyond excited to get some up close action with her ass, and she wasn’t about to deny him. Alan felt himself being squished from all sides as Emerald’s cheeks hugged him snug, all the while her crack continued to press into him. Her choice to repeatedly thrust her rear back and forth further dug him deeper into her crack, as though she were using him as a wedge to pry through and get into what was somehow becoming an even worse experience for him. Not only was it getting wetter, it was getting hotter, and it soon became difficult to distinguish his own sweat from hers. Though admittedly, any sweat he did manage to produce was easily drowned over by the vastly greater amounts that her ass was currently drenching him in. He could hardly catch a breath, having his body squeezed over and over as she rubbed herself atop him. It didn’t help that whenever he did get the opportunity to breathe, he wanted nothing more than to throw up as his face was literally being wiped across the length of Emerald’s crack and he was apparently getting even deeper. He still retained a good bit of ass grime in his mouth from his earlier scratching, and had been working to find an opportunity to spit it out, but as Emerald’s lap dance continued, it was becoming apparent that he’d still have to hold it in for a while longer. This unfortunately meant that those rank flavors were left to soak and marinate within his own saliva, making him want to cry as it went on.

Finally, during one of her movements, he found an opening and with all his strength opened his mouth and readied to spit the collected contents out, but her crack had other plans. Emerald had already been sweating since she had gotten back home, but the energy she was exerting right now allowed for a fresh new wave of sweat to gloss her body. As such, a vast amount of fresh sweat started to gather and mix with the older sweat, and all that juicy crack water happened to be dripping it’s way right down to where Alan was. Of course he’d find this out in one of the worst ways possible as a particularly vile drop of crack sweat fell and landed with a splat onto his face, with the majority of it flowing straight into his mouth. It came with such unexpected force that Alan began to choke and cough, and then with a shift of weight, he found his mouth sealed once again with a hunk of her crack. He tried his hardest to spit everything out, but Emerald’s flesh made an airtight seal, meaning that Alan was out of options. Going against everything in his body that told him no, he forced himself to choke down and swallow the nasty cocktail of crack. As the substance traveled down his throat, he immediately began to convulse at the sheer disgust that now flowed within him. He shook and flailed to the best of his ability, hoping that Emerald would realize just how terrible this was for him, but of course she had already convinced herself of his stance on all this. For her, his flailing only meant that he wanted to kick things up a notch. She had to admit, she could likely grind herself into that ottoman all day, but she knew there’d be plenty of time to go back to that if they so wanted. Besides, if she didn’t stop herself now, she’d likely break the ottoman. Emerald giddily started to stand up and free the poor furniture from her rear. She looked back to admire her work, blushing as she saw a wet streak smeared across the length of a groove that she had engraved within the ottoman. She’d have to find the time to clean that up later, although with how things were playing out so far, it could likely be the first of many things in the house that would need replacing once this was all over.

“Huff… so, Alan, you enjoying yourself so far?” Upon asking the question, Emerald was perplexed to see nothing more than her sweat streak on the ottoman with no signs of her little love bug. “Did you fall?” She fully turned and started to walk around the ottoman, looking for any signs of Alan, but as she moved, she felt something move between her cheeks. The sudden sensation had subsequently startled her, causing her to clench her ass in response. Doing so seemed to cease all movement, but even so, Emerald was able to piece together where her little Alan had wound up.

As she had risen from the ottoman, Alan had the misfortune of being deep enough within her crack that when her cheeks came back together, he was trapped. Now in an upright position with the weight of her cheeks compressing him, he began to feel light headed. His air supply had been limited, and any air that he did manage to get came with mouthfuls of sweat and a foul taste of her ass. Her decision to move made things all the more terrible as her cheeks slid against one another, grinding him between their combined mass in such a way that he could not keep himself from wriggling about in an effort to free himself. Of course he’d never expect this to result in those walls hardening up as she clenched. All he could do was wheeze as the thick walls of fat and muscle crushed him. This came with a new feeling that Alan hadn’t experience before. Something was off. It felt as though the pressure of Emerald’s clenched cheeks was causing his body to cave in on itself. Panic began to set in as he feared that he may be reaching the limit of the potion’s effects. If her ass wasn’t currently restricting him, he’d be moving like mad to get out of what was a very real danger. Of course his body was nowhere near strong enough to challenge Emerald’s rear, meaning any hope for freedom was entirely up to her.

“Awww, you little cutie. I knew you loved my butt, but to dive right in as I was standing. Not even wanting a break? You must be loving every second of this. That potion is wonderful! I’m so glad you found it. I’ve always loved you beyond reason, but this is adding a whole other realm of experiences that we can share with one another. I mean, look at you just going for it. I can’t blame you either. Without any physical limitations, you can get all up in this ass that you adore, and to be honest, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather have you.” She shook her ass to accentuate her excitement, effectively smashing Alan within. “I know it’s a bit messy back there, and I’d normally try cleaning up for you, but hey, looks like you don’t mind being my little sweat rag. How does that sound? To be my little cleaner. I know this booty would greatly appreciate it~ ” As difficult as it was to hear through the butt, Alan heard enough to have chills run down his battered spine, all the while Emerald could hardly keep herself from giggling at the thought. “And if you’re enjoying it there, just think of how it’ll be once you get even deeper~ Hehe, I think that settles it. I know where you’re going! And if you don’t mind… I don’t know what you were doing back there to scratch an itch I didn’t even have, but it felt soooo good. Please feel free to do that across the length of my crack if the opportunity presents itself; though I understand if you can’t restrain yourself from wanting to focus on the main course of your visit up my butt~”

Emerald turned away from the living room and made her way to her and Alan’s bedroom, making sure to put an extra bit of swing into each step so that her little cutie wouldn’t get too bored. She could feel him trying to move around, clearly wanting her to keep it going. As soon as she reached the bed, she crawled onto it and rested on her knees. With one hand, she grabbed a hefty hunk of one of her butt cheeks and pulled it to the side, allowing a comparatively cool breeze to tickle her crack and Alan’s little back. The little man’s eyes widened at the relief of space and the flash of light from their room. This was his chance to get out! He tried to move, but found his body to be unresponsive. Using the light, he looked down to see that his body had been jacked up as a result of being ground during Emerald’s walk. He couldn’t comprehend how it was possible, but his body looked like a can of soda that had been squeezed too tight. And yet, he felt little more than discomfort and disgust as he got a clear visual of all the sweat he had found himself to be glazed in. Despite the physical issues at hand, which he still didn’t fully understand, he could still shout. He readied to let out a scream unlike any he’d ever made in his life, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a pressure hit the back of his head. 

Using both the pointer and middle fingers of her free hand, Emerald dug them into the back of Alan’s head, finding it adorable that he was small enough to be pushed so easily. His screams were instantly muffled as his face was mashed further into the depths of Emerald’s butt crack. All he accomplished was giving her butt a little vibrative tickle which only motivated her to keep on pushing. His head was forced deeper and deeper, his body dragging along with. Alan was already nearly halfway up her ass before she had gotten involved, now she was knuckle deep and he still hadn’t reached the sweet spot that she was aiming for. At this rate, Alan began to pray, hoping that this was all some twisted nightmare and that he’d wake up any moment. He knew where his partner was trying to take him and he could not stop her. He could only scream, but after seeing how effective that had been so far, he opted to keep his mouth shut. Given how much hotter and smellier it was getting, it was likely the best option he had for now. Of course no amount of foresight and planning could have prepared him for when his face finally made contact with a firm, rubbery surface. The heat that emanated off it was so intense, he worried it would melt him, and he could feel a new oily substance ooze off said surface and coat his face. It was enough to send him reeling back, or so he would if there weren’t two digits keeping him pinned. Instead, any effort to pull back his head simply resulted in Alan further rubbing his face into the dreaded orifice that he knew to be Emerald’s asshole. It was another level of nasty as the sweaty hole lathered him up in a glossy substance. It was so much worse than what he had experienced thus far, that in his panic, he foolishly inhaled as his body craved the need to breathe. This instantly sent him thrashing, finding new strength amongst his seemingly mangled body. Though he mostly could only move his head, it was enough to tell Emerald that he was ready to dig right into her rubbery hole. Happy to know that he was so eager, she retracted her fingers, allowing her butt cheeks to seal up behind Alan and keep him pinned against her butthole.

She could feel his little face pressed right up the center of her hole and curiously flexed, allowing her pucker to pulse out and give her little man a sloppy smooch across the head. It felt so strange to have him down there, but she was not complaining one bit. Knowing how much he had admired her ass over the years and how proud she had become of it, this was something she had expected to do with Alan when he was at his normal size. To her confusion, despite his eyes lusting for it, he had always been standoffish toward the idea. She figured it had to do with how rank it could get back there, but with how ready he was to dive in like this, she concluded that it must have been a concern of whether he’d be able to survive an actual face sitting from her. She knew that her body was plenty of times stronger than his, so it was a possibility that she could accidentally push it too far if she got carried away. Well, thanks to the DuraPot, they’d never have to worry about that again! Now her little love could do all that he had been restraining himself from doing. It was a dream come true for the both of them! Her asshole seemed to agree with her joyous train of thought, wanting to reward Alan by sucking his face in and further rubbing in its oils and collected sweat. 

While Emerald relished in feeling her lover, Alan was in hell trying to fight against her hungry hole which seemed intent on consuming him. Despite how slick his head had become as a result of her asshole, the ring of muscle had proven to have a grip he could not match. From the top of his head to his chin, his entire face was completely covered by her wrinkles and he could not prevent the putrid air that lay within from entering his nostrils. Unfortunately, Emerald would continue to misinterpret his actions. His head was firmly wedged against her shitter, and though he tried to pull himself free from the hot ring, he made no progress budging himself. Assuming he’d be capable of freeing his head if he wanted, she concluded that these movements weren’t his attempts at backing away, but rather him trying to go even deeper. She would’ve never imagined him to be so naughty, and she grew flustered at the thought of what this new version of her lover would be willing to do if he was trying to dive right up her shit hole. As much as she wanted to let him have at her insides, she wanted to further relish what it felt like for him to stimulate her anus. She bit into a pillow, trying to restrain herself from just jamming him all the way in, knowing she’d have time for that later. “S-sorry, but could you stay right there for a while longer? I’ve never felt you back there before and I want to cherish the memory. You’re so brave, wanting to go even deeper, but remember we have at least a whole day, plus whatever is left of that DuraPot. Trust me, you’ll have all the time you could ever want up my butthole soon. For now, why don’t you just show me some love and get that tongue of yours out~?”

His nose and lips were literally being smeared across her asshole, making it near impossible to keep the rancid scent from entering his nose. The only thing that could compare to how horrible it was came in the form of her talking. What?! How could she have possibly thought that I wanted this?! Oh god it’s getting into my nose. Please Emerald, just pull me out! This is so gross… Almost as if she had heard him, she let out a soft grunt as she pushed, forcing Alan’s head back for a bit before it came landing on her now tightly sealed asshole. He thought this could maybe be a sign of her hearing his prayers, but in reality, Emerald simply wanted to help him get into a better position to start rimming her hole. She wasn’t sure what to expect given how small his tongue must’ve been, but she was optimistic that he’d do his best. Nearly a minute would go by without feeling much however, and Emerald began to question what the hold up was. Though she had been anticipating his eager tongue, Alan was taking this time to rest as he no longer had her foul hole sucking on him. Now able to think a bit clearer, he had to figure a way out of here if he were to avoid any more intimacy with Emerald’s pucker. Maybe he took my words too seriously and is trying to build it up? Is he looking for a specific wrinkle? Come on Alan, just go for it already. Hoping to get things going a bit quicker, Emerald clenched her ass, hoping it would be enough of a signal for him to understand.

What she wouldn’t realize is that this clenching of her cheeks absolutely demolished his body further, compressing it flat. The sudden pressure was so intense that it actually started to squish Alan’s head. Not only was all the air squeezed out, but in the confused discomfort, he had failed to keep his tongue from being forced out. He wanted to squeal as the very tip on his slick muscle made contact with one of the many wrinkles of her asshole. He was hit with a rotten salty taste that made his whole body twitch and cringe in response. He would have reeled his tongue back instantly, but to his misfortune, Emerald felt its touch, and cooed at the sensation. Despite being in such a humid environment, Alan’s tongue was still relatively cool when compared to the oven that was her asshole, making it an all too comforting sensation. She further clenched her ass in response, inadvertently pressing Alan’s face further into her pucker; and with his tongue now exposed, it had to after effect of pressing the entirety of his tongue onto her hole. Alan’s eyes quickly filled with tears as he gagged on the taste. He wanted to pull it back, but found that he had lost most control over his own body. It had sustained enough damage to the point that he was practically just a limp body now. To his dismay, the only things that he could actively move included his eyes and his tongue. He regretted this discovery as it resulted in the movement of his tongue, which subsequently meant that he had accidentally voluntarily run his tongue across her asshole. This didn’t go unnoticed, and Emerald began to shiver at both the feeling and thought of Alan licking her. “Ooooo~ There we go~ Keep it up~” 

Emerald continued to squeeze and flex, unaware of the fact that these movements literally pressed Alan further into her hole, resulting in his loose tongue getting to sample a great deal of her oily orifice. Tears ran down his face as he whimpered. He was unable to even spit, leaving Emerald’s anal juices to simply soak into his tongue. He cursed to the gods, wanting to know what he had done to deserve this. All he wanted was to try and better pleasure his partner, but he hadn’t meant at his own expense! This was torture and as far as his love was concerned, he was fully into this! He couldn’t believe how foolish he was to drink so much of that DuraPot. None of this would have happened if he remained cautious and read everything. Now he lay trapped within the nasty crevice of Emerald’s crack, unwillingly having his tongue, as well as his entire face smeared against the vilest part of her body. He tried to find solace in the fact that at least one of them was enjoying this. He was admittedly surprised to hear how into this Emerald had become. That enjoyment would present a new issue for him to have to resolve once he got out of this. How would he explain to her that this was not at all something he had wanted? She’d likely fall into sorrow knowing what she put him through. He couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel without feeling guilty. This whole misunderstanding was in part his fault. As much as he hated the thought of disappointing her, he was literally bathing in her greasy swamp ass and the continued taste of her butthole made him certain that despite the negatives that would come with it, stopping this was all that mattered at the moment. 

After several minutes of pummeling him with her glutes, Emerald seemed to relax, wanting to allow Alan the opportunity to tongue her without disruption. This, to Alan’s continued confusion allowed for parts of his body to begin reforming. This was something he had never seen before, so it left him a bit shocked to say the least. That DuraPot is something else… The majority of his body was still mashed up a good bit, but his eyes sparkled as he regained control of his mouth. He quickly retracted his tongue, happy to finally get it away from her hole, but he soon wished he had thought that action out more. His tongue had worked like a sponge to soak in the deep flavors that coated her anus, and without wringing any of it out, he now had all that collected taste to mix into his mouth. He tried his very best to ignore it, though couldn’t help from dry heaving as the tainted saliva trickled down his throat. Now was not the time for him to dwell on his insufferable circumstance. He had to use the time to do something to let Emerald know that he wanted out! Wiggling about had proven to do nothing so far, and he didn’t really stand a chance at muscling his way out of her ass, so he had to think of a way to discomfort her to the point that she’d be willing to pull him out. Unfortunately, the only thing he had that could possibly do any damage lay within his mouth, and the only thing in reach was Emerald’s rubbery hole. He oh so wanted for there to be another option, but he knew this was his best bet.

Against all his instincts to distance himself from Emerald’s pucker, Alan leaned in, opened his mouth and chomped down on a hunk of wrinkles, hoping that if this did hurt, she’d forgive him. He tried to dig his teeth in as best he could, but quickly found that trying to chew down on Emerald’s asshole was like biting on a very resistant chunk of taffy. His teeth were able to sink in, but he didn’t come close to actually piercing anything. What he did succeed in was getting a mouthful of hot anus that made him want to let go, but he had to persist. To his merit, Emerald did feel him, but what she felt was nothing close to what he had intended. A trail of saliva was dripping out from her lips as she felt something rough scratching away at her sensitive asshole. She could not wrap her head around what it was that he was actually doing, but it felt divine and as he continued to naw at her, she began to shake her rear from side to side. Alan’s world shook with the threat of Emerald’s cheeks looking to squash him. He was relieved to know that he was making some sort of progress, so he leaned back and dove in for another bite, hoping to speed things up. This only got Emerald more worked up. Her pale face quickly heated up and she couldn’t keep herself from wiggling her hips. This second bite allowed her to recognize what must’ve been his mouth on her hole, and if that were the case… 

“Oh Alan, I was beginning to question why you stopped using your tongue. I would’ve never guessed that you could derive such pleasure using your teeth!” Her asshole flexed outward and embraced Alan’s face in a smooch. It contracted with such force that he could not even close his mouth, his teeth forced to remain clamped on a fold of wrinkles. “And by the feel of things, you seem to know exactly what you’re doing. I should expect nothing less from my smart little man. Mmmm, please keep going, I want your jaws to be sore. Make sure you get every inch of my beautiful pucker and I’ll be sure to reward you~” She punctuated her compliment by further pushing and allowing her anus to enclose around the vast majority of Alan’s head. He was nearly neck deep within her stinking hole and he could do nothing but scream. The echoed vibrations of his voice sent tingles throughout her anal walls, causing her to shiver with goose bumps. “O-ok, I’ll stop questioning you. God, you feel so good down there. Just…. Mmph, whether it’s your tongue, your teeth, or you wanting to smear your tiny face against my hole, do what you want. I’m loving every second of this and I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me~” Alan couldn’t even hear what she was saying, having his literal head plugged and surrounded by anal tissue. He felt himself being pulled deeper and pulled as much as he could to keep himself from becoming her butt plug. It seemed a fruitless effort as her anal muscles were hundreds of times stronger, leaving his fate fully within her hands… or ass to be more accurate. Unable to physically stop himself from further sinking in, he screamed at the top of his lungs, desperately biting at her pucker so that she’d hopefully free him, oblivious to the fact that this only made her want to keep him down there for longer. As his head fully slid in, he could not understand how things could have gotten so bad so fast. It felt as though he had been drowning in ass for hours, and now her asshole was literally clamped around his neck. His less than fortunate circumstances had evidently messed with his perception of time, for in reality, it had been less than half an hour since he had shrunk down in the first place. He didn’t yet know it, but he was literally just scratching the surface of what would be a very long, intense and likely scarring experience between himself, and the absolute love of his life, Emerald.