Before Jack could ask any questions he was flying through the air. He saw his wife’s feet fly by and then the started seeing the legs going away.

“Wait why are her feet moving away” he thought but quickly realized he was facing downward. Diane’s toes were pointed towards his feet.

“So my head is facing backwards” Jack tried to puzzle out.

Jack didn’t have to wait long. Diane noticed her tiny man twisted up between her legs and she reached down with her fingers grabbing him and spinning him around to face upward as she pulled the final inches up. Jack felt the massive fingers pinch him firmly. He was whipped around and he caught a glimpse for a split second and swallowed with difficulty as he braced.

In front of him, was the most massive set of ass cheeks he had ever seen. In his current size, and so near to him the round butt cheeks spanned far into his periphery. Between them was a dark canyon, where Jack was currently heading for with expediency. Before he could survey more, he was plunged between the fleshy hills. It was a tight and firm squeeze immediately as he got pulled deeper. Compared to Diane’s vagina, here the flesh was soft and dry but felt like it had an underlying strength and firmness to it. Jack could feel the massive butt muscles around him. It was darker too, with almost nothing visible. The darkness in front of him held a mysterious texture in the shadow. Jack couldn’t quite make it out as his brain attempted to understand what it was seeing. Then as it drew near Jack realized what these ¼ inch thick textures were. “Ass hair!” Jack exclaimed internally with panic. Jack hit the forest of pubes, with the long and slender hair brushing along his entire body. The hairs gave way to his descent as in this world the thong tension far outweighed their resistance. Jack kept traveling forward feeling the pressure build until he was unceremoniously smacked into the bottom of the canyon. Pinched from all sides. Surrounded by a canopy of hair and flesh engulfing him.

In his sexual lust when attached to Diane’s vagina Jack had somewhat completely forgot about pubes and hair in private regions. Honestly, it was easy to forget about this feature of his wife when masturbating considering the art he looked at rarely drew such detail or featured waxed women. His wife on the other hand was not one for waxing and only trimmed. Jack realized it was a bit rude that he did not notice the lengths she had gone to for him by waxing her pubes. “I guess she did not expect to put me in here today then” he thought.

Jack panicked a bit. “I didn’t show her photos of being her thong” he asked himself in a very stressed internal monologue. He had fantasized about this a bit, but the post nut clarity always made him wonder how smelly it must be. Sure its easy to lust over it but when reality hit he always feared the worse.

Diane had even pointed this out when they discussed shrinking before the remote existed. Jack could recall her saying “Well I guess some people take extreme pleasure in getting their balls crushed. Maybe the mix of pubes and smell is extremely hot when that tiny. I have to imagine though its like the equivalent of having your nose shoved right up against my butthole or even more magnified.”As if this wasn't enough, she blurted out "You would have to deal with my ass hair which is gross, but I guess it's something to hold onto and not get lost".

When Diane had so easily discussed this he remember he felt horny for weeks on end. His wife casually considering his experience as a tiny in her ass crack was so incredibly hot. Problem is, that might be what lead him to his current predicament.

A few days ago, Jack had decided that it was too risky to ask about her ass as he wanted to avoid a potentially torturous and stinky situation if he got dropped in her crack. Here he was now though, scared and feeling isolated. It was the price of his fantasy and shrinking. Being tiny and controlled entirely by someone else, whether they had loving or good intentions didn’t matter in his current reality.

“Babe” he attempted to call out in panic. Maybe previously at his other size she might have heard him. At this size he strained and could see some small light above him but the massive crack was deep and likely swallowed his cries.

Diane would always tease Jack, whispering in his ear, “you’ll be so small you can scream, beg, and plead all you want but ultimately you will have to wait for me to remember you exist”. Jack shivered violently up and down his spine from the absolute domination he was experiencing.

He looked around trying to calm himself down. Jack attempted to refocus and calm his breathing. He could feel his wife’s asshole on his chest. He looked down and sure enough there was her massive hole. Its wrinkles and circular pattern undeniable. The massive asshole was probably the worst thing to look at with his current fear, but in his bound position he basically was forced to look at it.

With the little light present, Jack could see it was as very clean in his little prison visually. His wife was always a thorough cleaner whenever he went down here. All of a sudden as if the inspection reminded him of possible smells, Jack became hyper-aware of the smell. His wife had done a good job but he could still smell the scent of her butt hole. It was not putrid nor good, it just smelled like his wife’s butthole magnified to what he had experienced when normal sized. It was mixed in with the smell of lotion and wet vagina. Jack shockingly realized his feet were just touching the very outskirts of her wet lips. As he rotated his head in an attempt to look away he caught the strong whiff of vaginal fluid on his own body. Diane was right, it felt more powerful than just shoving his nose into her crack. He was surrounded and encompassed in the feelings, smells, and sensations.

“She is just probably exploring or thinks I might like this too” Jack thought trying to soothe his fears. “She won’t fart on me she knows I find that gross” he continued calming himself. The thought of getting farted on definitely stirred more panic than calmness.

As if Diane knew of his panic and wanted to show the futility of his situation, there was a massive compression of his wife’s ass crack. Jack was fully smushed in. All light ceased to exist as the pressure came from his sides and back. It was much harder to breathe when she did whatever she had just done.

To Diane, of course the experience was very different than Jack’s. First, all she had done was adjust the “Tiny Trap Panties” into the thong position. The little manual showed a photo of a tiny figure tied to the thong part of the underwear, with his hands and feet tied together to the string. The design was somewhat ingenious she thought. She didn’t even have to untie and flip her husband around. The panties with a few clips were easily converted to face 180 degrees the other direction. Enabling to keep tiny Jack captive. The manual had recommended a size between 1 and 2 inches for this position. Diane had input 2 inches, attempting to not make her husband too small as she worried he would get lost. Still it was a 3 fold reduction from his previous state. For her it was no different than slipping on previous thongs she had wore.

“Honestly, I can’t really feel the difference between him and thong down there” she thought. Diane grabbed her ass in her hands squeezing the cheeks together. Testing the fit. When smashing her butt together she thought she could make out the pressure of her husbands tiny figure.

Now that she thought of it, she had never seen a picture of this in the butt section of Jack’s homework for her. She had left her phone in the kitchen so couldn’t look right now. She wanted to check as she grew nervous wondering if this improvisation was a bad idea. Diane decided to walk and go get her phone, tossing the shrink device on the bed.

“My husband can survive a minute or two in there.” she thought. “After all this is all about me getting to do what I want with him in many ways.”

The massive mounds moved, squeezing and relaxing opposite of each other. Jack was smushed and shoved left to right. Trapped helplessly as part of Diane’s thong whether he wanted to or not.

“I guess if I choose to get shrunken, I can’t have any complaints when I loose my agency” he thought.

The squeezing and rubbing was feeling quite pleasant. In comparison to riding on his wife’s vagina, this was a much more dominating and humiliating experience. Jack was getting pressed hard into Diane’s butt. Trapped barely able to breathe through small gaps. His chest rubbed up against her asshole, his back and sides felt her pubic hair. He was being rhythmically kneaded by the powerful body around him. Jack was so stimulated he hardly could think of the world around, however he briefly imagined if she put pants on he would be fully encompassed and smushed exponentially more. He had seen his wife work her ass into jeans and in his current state he imagined it as an immense suffocating force. It did turn him on if he ignored the butthole in front of him.

Jack shuddered at the thought of his wife farting right now. After so many years of marriage, he knew very well the noxious fumes she could create. The steps sucked him in ever so slightly deeper, sealing him to his fate. It was warm, but not moist in her ass crack. This was a nice change from her vagina where he had been continuously soaked. His dick was being smushed by the soft flesh, as he was rotated slightly with each step. The string flossed back and forth, under the control of her massive cheeks. He dared to try and kiss her massive butt cheek as he grew horny in his new position. Jack hesitantly applied a kiss. There was no bad taste or peculiarity. He kissed again and a few more times.

Diane felt some tiny little wet spots planted on near her butt hole. They almost made her jump from uncomfiness. “It can’t be going that bad” she thought to herself as she lightly slapped her own ass. Jake felt the mountain of flesh vibrate and oscillate after the loud boom of a smack. Diane must have felt his kiss and responded with a smack or tap of her ass. Jack feeling that at least he got his wife’s attention in some way, pleadingly applied another set of kisses. This time going as far as to lick a 6 inch long bit of butt cheek. Well to him it felt like 6 inches.

Diane squealed clenching her butt as she felt the sensation of her husband doing something weird in her ass. She kept the her ass clenched thinking “oh my god stop”. Little to her knowledge did she realize he was half enjoying half panicking to get out. Squeezing her ass she could feel his little contours in between her cheeks. They felt minuscule and tiny. Similar to how the little human figurines felt when buried in her ass for a sexting photo. The main contrast was Jack felt a lot more malliable and did not poke and prod at her body like the edges of the tiny figurines did.

Jack finished his lick and regretted it as the asshole in front of him contorted and the world moved in a way he had never experienced before. It was absolutely terrifying as the butt around him rolled like a firm wave slamming across the canyon. Shutting down all light and applying immense pressure. His mouth generally could find little pockets of air earlier when Diane was walking but with the mighty canyon slammed shut his mouth was firmly trapped up against the skin. He waited utterly weak hoping for the opportunity to breathe. Then all of a sudden the waves unrolled and Jack panted breathing heavily for a split second. Shocked at the power he had just felt.

She grabbed her phone and backed out of the previous folder and into the “Butt” folder. There was a lot of photos. Tiny men getting smushed under women’s butt. Men taped to walls getting smushed by women bending over. She scrolled quicker now, not finding any men trapped as thongs.

“Whoops” she thought. She quickly google for “tiny man in thong” and immediately saw multiple comics. Even noticing one from the artist she had modeled the first experience after. Then there were other photos and comics of little men and women’s head just barely sticking out of assholes. She still felt nervous. She reached behind her, rotating and fishing the thong out of her ass. Diane saw the tiny man appear back out of his canyon prison.

“Umm honey, I’m sorry I didn’t realize this was not in your list. I saw it in the manual for the panties and honestly just assumed you would want to do it. I can pull you out if this is nasty” Diane said.

Jack felt the rush of cool air as he was extracted. He barely was clear of his wife’s massive ass crack canyon. He could see the powerful mounds on his left and right. Only a few inches separated him from the normal world and the world of completely devoted to his wife’s butt. The incredibly sexy view of his wife turned backwards looking over her shoulder down at him was stunning. It was something that made him wonder, as he looked into the canyon. How must he look from her point of view, just suspended inches away from what to him is an inescapable prison and to her is a simple finger pull away from granting freedom.

“Yeah, I definitely panicked a bit. I am scared. I don’t think I wanted to do that” he shouted back flustered as he thought of his moment of breathlessness.

“Oh fuck, okay baby we are done then” Diane said with anxiety as she pulled her panties off rapidly. She knew that for her husband that meant he was a lot more than a “bit” panicked. Bringer her husband to her face as quickly as she could, she planted a barrage of kisses.

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t think. That was so stupid of me! I was also just horny from your previous escapades. I really didn’t want to hurt you. I could not imagine being shoved in an ass crack without consent. I’m so sorry” Diane apologies as she kissed.

Jack was showered in hot breath, followed by warm lips and kisses, and then booming apologies. He was trying to not get a boner as his wife clearly felt terrible. The barrage of kissing stopped as he was placed on her hand somewhere in the kitchen he noticed.

“Its okay babe, it wasn’t that bad” Jack said.

“Shut up, you are just saying that to not make me feel bad.” Diane responded poking him with minor irritation. “I feel like I just abused you. I’m grossed out by myself and lack of thought.”

“Baby you didn’t abuse me. I was in there for a minute at most. Hey I didn’t get farted on either” Jack attempted to make a joke but saw Diane twist her face in disgust a bit. “Sorry, sorry, bad joke. Classic timing by me. Honestly babe it wasn’t that bad. Listen when I was trapped in there I realized I consented to give you full control and surprise me. If anything that is my bad. I should have just given direct instructions. Listen I would be furious if you did something non consensual for hours and you were aware of it. I actually I kinda liked it a bit. I wouldn’t want to be in there all day but your powerful ass is so hot. I do want you to sit on me at this size”

“You are still just saying that to make me feel better” Diane said as she planted another kiss on her miniature sexy husband. He was always so caring and she loved this side of him. “I thought getting sat on was the same but that was dumb of me, its very different probably for you tiny little toys”

Jack shuddered at the word toy. It was hot when his wife said it in a loving way. “Toy?” he asked.

Diane leaned over and kissed him. “Yes my sexy little husband toy. I love making your little dreams come true”. The warm breath washed over him as his penis started to salute.

“I’m not making this up babe, I’d go back in there just not all day please” Jack said. The last few teasing comments overrode in many ways the fear he had just experienced. Although he was not naive and knew it was still there.

“Absolutely not” Diane responded immediately. “I don’t want to ruin your first time ever shrunk. I can think of something else”

“Babe, are you really gonna make me beg” Jack said jokingly. “Out of the question” Diane quickly and powerfully responded back.

“Diane, baby. Will you please, with consent, trap your tiny husband, me Jack, in your ass crack? I know its not on the list but it was sexy and with my initial fear over I would love to be your thong for a few minutes. It is hot that you took the initiative and used your tiny husband as you deemed fit. I appreciate not getting hurt and trust you with all my heart.” Jack said with a tone of love and compassion. He really didn’t know if he wanted to get back in the monstrous canyon. But his penis had long taken over his brain and he did not want his wife to feel terrible. It was not a bad experience, he was just grateful it was clean.

“No babe, not gonna happen” Diane said trying to ensure he was for real. Jack had a tendency to agree to things to be nice.

“Babe please” Jack begged as he rolled over. Kissing her massive hand. “Please baby please. Your initiative was hot and I want to try it more. You could even make me smaller to make me more trapped” Jack said. Honestly the last part slipped out from his horny brain but it would be sexy.

“Smaller than 2 inches, really?” Diane asked

“Ah so I’m 2 inches tall” Jack said learning of his stature. “I don’t know open the collages of the little men. How big do they look”.

Diane grabbed her phone and flipped to a photo of a small man trapped in a giantess panties. It was important to note he was not in her crack, but on her butt cheek. “Whoops again” Diane thought.

“I don’t know, he is tiny. Maybe an inch” Diane said. “Yeah that sounds fun” Jack said. “But only for a few minutes, I don’t want any Diane stink bombs thrown at me. Oh and please don’t clench your ass cheeks that hard. Its terrifying”. Jack attempted to get his wife too laugh while also requesting some lighter play.

“Listen little man, if you are going in there I’ll try my best, but sometimes you know a fart sneaks out. But I’ll whip my panties off as fast as I can” Diane said half joking half serious. “Why should I care anyways, my thongs don’t complain about my farts or getting my strong cheeks clenched” Diane added after a second in a more teasing voice clearly implying it was a joke.

“If you are doing this just to make me not feel bad, you are being very dumb” Diane said sternly. There was a silent as Jack considered his answer. “Babe, its worth exploring. If something I’ll never have to wonder or do it again” Jack said.

“Okay” Diane said still sightly suspicious but willing to move on..

And just like that she swiftly walked to the bedroom, this time with her phone and little husband in opposing hands. Diane couldn’t help revel at the thought she carried her tiny husband like her phone as she pleased. In some ways its was very hot just having him with her in this manner.

She reached for the shrinking remote on the bed and said. “I’m gonna make you smaller Jack. So small you will just be the size of my thong.” She drew Jack closer to her face, allowing her warm breath to wash over him. “I want you to scream and beg in there while kissing me for my sexy ass to please you. But just know it will be me who decides when you come in there.” Diane teased.

Her eyes carried a mix of soft love and truthful enjoyment of her control. For Jack these immense eyes could not conceal the fact that she was very much enjoying this a bit.

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