Tuesday 10:10am
Michael’s sister started up her car and drove off towards Michael's apartment. She had to talk to his roommate one last time before she called security. Maybe, just maybe Michael was just shit-faced.
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Tuesday 10:10am
The sound of a toilet flush echoed throughout the apartment.
Michael's sister's best friend emerged smelling of lavender and fruity conditioners. Her boy-short pajamas clung to her cheeks as they rose then fell with a jiggle, slanting the ‘Pink’ text up one cheek then the other with each step.
Floating behind her rear as she strutted away from her morning shit was Michael's spirit looking a shade greener. His eyebrows shadowed his eyes in deep shame. He had just been expelled through the same process by which his remains would be leaving his murderer… he felt sick… morosely he watched the cheeks rise and fall… rise and fall…
Like the brat's dinner all hope had been squeezed out of Michael…
“Hey..! Hey Katie!” Michael half heartedly called out. If she hadn't heard him screaming from her toilet bowl, she wasn't going to hear him now… still he had to find some way to communicate with her… or else his current view of her ass, the ass that shat out his soul, would be his permanent waking nightmare…
Rise and fall… rise and fall…
Forever staring at the ass he had spent the last 18 hours inside of as a conscious smear lining her anal wall…
Rise and fall… rise and fall…
“So as I was saying,” His sister's best friend held a phone pressed to her ear, “Mikey hasn't come out yet but you can totally have his bones when he does… yeah… yeah… probably tomorrow morning”
Michael winced. He subconsciously felt along his arms as if they still had bones… in those 18 hours deep in her rectal cavity Michael had realized he had a new sense alien to him in life. He could sense his bones, the bones he had in life. They were moving millimeter by millimeter through the brat's lower abdomen, he could sense their exact location. At this moment Michael knew his skull was just behind the brat's asshole staring back in his direction, ready to be shat out…
Whump!
Michael collided with her ass as it came to an abrupt stop. The change in inertia caused the lower region of her cheeks to wobble slightly. He glared. Everything other than his bones had been reduced to that wobbling flesh.
His sister's best friend pulled a pair of jean shorts from a hamper beside her bed, and gave them a smell. “Yeah… he totally went straight to my butt...!” She snorted from her friend's reply. “I hope he did!
Michael's ears went red, he had never hated someone as much as he hated this brat! He swung his fists at his sister's best friend's butt without any affect. She couldn't feel him, he was ethereal, as matterless as a memory, but if he didn't get her attention-
Whump!
Her hips thrust out slamming Michael against them like a bug on a windshield as she bent over to dig down lower into the hamper…
Turned around Michael found himself staring into a full body mirror. For the first time since he died Michael thought about what he looked like…
And saw nothing...
He could feel himself spread-eagle against the ‘I’ in pink on the titanic left ass cheek of his murderer, but in the mirror he saw only her ass….
He didn't exist…
The ass bounced as the giant girl found a pair of panties, gave them a smell, then kept digging.
Michael yelled out in anger!
He thrashed, and beat against her rear- against the unfairness of it all!
Still listening to the phone, Michael's sister's best friend grabbed a fresher pair of boy shorts from the hamper. “Maybe I should get some panties with his name stitched to the ass…? Yeah, yeah… to remember him by… oh yeah that's better, text that states he's the property of my ass now…
Michael tired out… and accepted that this was his fate… he was the property of his sister's best friend's ass… his afterlife would be spent in forced intimacy with his murderer.
This was how the story of his life would end.
The end…
Or not…
Michael's sister's best friend's brow furrowed as the conversation changed, “Of course…. yea that's how I caught him when he shrank, I just told him I'd take him to his sister, he was always so gulliable… what…? How am I taking him to her? He's right here! Look!” The phone's camera light came on and the screen mirrored the brat's butt. She gave a little wiggle as she pulled down her boy-shorts, down her left cheek, then her right… revealing the untanned glutes,
The untanned glutes Michael had been turned into…
“He's all there!” Michael's sister's best friend shook her ass then waited for her friend to stop giggling.
Anger returned to Michael's depressed soul
Fuming and wishing his murderer the worst, Michael stared gloomily into the mirror, watching her shift her weight onto her left hip, observing any minute difference his body had made….
Observing the only lasting difference Michael's life would have… as fat on a brat's ass.
Michael glared at the dirty mirror, his hatred felt palpable, like the static uprising before a lightning strike- he felt the anger radiating- encircling something along the mirror… dust? He turned his attention downwards. The rim of the mirror was dusty, wait… did the dust move? His glare landed on the swirling mass of discarded skin particles… Yes, the dust along the rim was moving!
The brat shifted her weight onto her right hip, smirked with admiration, Kissed her right hand and brought her arm around-
Michael thought ‘left’. And the dust moved to the left as if carried by a breeze! He thought ‘right’ and-
PAIN!
Excruciating pain! Michael was slapped by the girl's hand and felt his legs splattered across her jiggling right cheek, smeared nearly into her lavender scented crack! His screams were drowned out by the two girls laughing.
No!
He refused to repeat his previous experiences. Not when he demonstrated the least bit of influence on the world- even if it was only a few particles of dust.
“I'll talk to you after breakfast- Byeeee!” The brat hung up then bent over to pull up the fresher pair of boy-shorts laying around her ankles, revealing the asshole Michael's skull would be forced through… just like his soul had been…
He sensed the skull staring back almost perfectly inline with her asshole-
And a new wave of indignant rage came over Michael! His body was a conductor of pure anger, sizzling and violent! He wanted to kick, scream, and fight! Yet, a sense of fear crept in. If the panties snapped tight over him he'd be pressed to her ass again. Perhaps even forced to be another one of the brat's morning shits!
No!
The horrible thought fueled more anger!
He had to make contact!
He needed to be heard!
He refused to ever taste or smell this brat's ass ever again!!!
Michael felt his consciousness reach out and-
Whoosh!
In the mirror his sister's best friend's mouth wrinkled in disgust. A dust bunny had flown from the mirror's rim onto her ass. She wiped it off and bent over to pick up her boy-shorts-
Pain.
Michael was in pain. Smeared by her fingers wiping away the dust he was reduced to a torso with a single arm. His vision flashed through different colors before focusing on the rest of him… smeared across her ass. Fuck, that hurt- but for the first time since his roomate abandoned him- Michael felt hope!
He had made the dust move!
He had power!
He still existed!
Fresh rage coursed through him!
He could enact revenge!
“Aaaaaggghhhh,” Michael screamed and concentrated with all his might on the nearest small object he could see! Then faltered, as fear crossed his features.
The fresher pair of boy shorts were pulled over his tormentor's butt cheeks and released with a-
WHACK!
Pain erupted through Muchael's body as everything except a single arm and his head remained above the panty-line. The rest of him was liquified, reduced to living smear sculpted around her ass-
And worse
Michael's sister's best friend was bending over to sit on the bed! If he didn't act fast he would be turned into a smudge on her ass cheeks. Michael opened his mouth but no scream emanated, his face was wrinkled in pure indignant rage-
WHUMP!
Bent over, Michael's sister's best friend gave a scream of fright then turned over her shoulder to see what had struck her in the butt… it was Michael's phone… She didn't move… listening… “Hello?” She asked, then frowned clearly realizing how silly she was being… clearly she was alone… she pulled up a pair of jean shorts…and again listened to make sure she was alone…
The room was silent.
Still cautious she picked up the phone- and nearly threw it as it buzzed with a new text message!
Her eyes widened as she read it!
Then reread it.
All apprehension left her face,
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open slightly.
“Oh. My. God.” She called the blonde. Jess! Jess! I have Mikey's phone and his roommate just posted in the group chat- and Jess! He's single. His roommate is single Jess…. Yeah, I know… keep an eye on Michael's sister and make sure they don't meet.
Michael goldfished for air he didn’t need. Only his head had made it above the hem of his sister's best friend's jean-shorts- and he could FEEL the rest of his crushed body! Pain rolled through his mind in waves making concentrating on anything difficult. He wanted to hurt this brat! He wanted the anger to return, but the pain was overwhelming! He turned towards the hanging image from New Years eve, concentrating on the hook it hung from… in the center was a nail.
“Hold up, I'm checking the Find my Friend app! Let's see where she is!”
Through the pain Michael could feel the heat radiating off of his sister's best friend's ass… he ignored it and focused on the nail which slid a millimeter from the wall.
“She's out driving towards- Oww!” The brat screamed followed by a second scream as the New Year's picture smashed to the floor.
Michael grinned despite the pain! As the flashes of white pain receded he focused on the new object! Below him the nail that had once held the New Year's eve picture was now sticking out of his sister's best friend's left butt cheek- barely poking her through the jean shorts.
“What the fuck!” She cursed as she pulled the nail out.
Michael had power! He could interact with the world! He laughed at his sister's best friend's dumbstruck expression as more objects began to float. A bear. A rubix cube. His wallet. A butt plug.
Startled, his sister's best friend stumbled back into the bed and fell heavily onto her ass.
WHUMP!
The objects all fell to the ground…
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Tuesday 10:15am
Confused, heart racing, Michael's sister's best friend stood again, and the butt plug once more rose into the air. She sat down and the butt plug fell.
“JESS GET OVER HERE NOW!”
Stuck, Michael's sister's best friend pulled up her shorts and ground her ass into the mattress to make herself comfortable.
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Tuesday 10:30am
Beneath his sister's best friend's ass Michael's spirit was smeared into a thin paste of consciousness between her skin and boy-shorts. His nerves were no less active in his liquified form, his consciousness thrashed in perpetual agony that eventually became his new normal. Other senses began to become more noticeable through the waves of pain… like taste… he wanted to hurl. Whatever smear was left of his tongue informed him the soap his murderer had used on her ass had a stinging, chemical taste to it despite its lavender smell…
Pain!
The giant girl was shifting, grinding her ass and sending new waves of pain through Michael's system. The bit of him experiencing taste was shifted towards the area with the most room… her ass crack!
No! No! No! Not again!
The flavor became more of an earthy-bitter flavor that was not any better!
Michael wanted to scream-
PAIN!
The brat pulled her boy-shorts into a wedgie, pulling his ghostly remains deep into her ass.
Michael sobbed as best as a smear could sob. The bit of him experiencing taste was pulled along with her boy-shorts until he was tasting the asshole of the brat who had just that very morning shat him out! There was a burning almost metallic taste that overrode all senses, even the blinding pain of his liquified body! He hated his sister's best friend! He hated her and wished her the worst!
And he would use that hate!
Michael was dead but his story wasn't over yet!
The asshole bulged.
The panties felt tighter than ever as Michael tried to flee- but couldn't. His rage grew- he'd get his revenge! Once he got out he'd-
The asshole Bulged again!
Michael's hatred peaked!
The brat released a putrid fart, composed of the digested flesh that was once Michael's own body.
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Tuesday 10:50am
Bang, Bang, Bang!
Michaels sister banged on his apartment door “Michael?”… there was no response… “MICHAEL!”