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Daniel looked down at his palm, in his tiny brother was tied up, “Bro why’d you tie me up? let me go right-“ , Daniel silenced him with his thumb.

Daniel was known for pranking people. Anything from fake gadgets, to phone calls and elaborate schemes. But there was one person who he loved to prank the most, his brother. His size made him an easy target, and today Daniel was going to pull off his best prank yet.

“Shhh you might wake up him up with all that noise you’re making!” Daniel whispered. He clenched his fist enough to muffle any noise made by Jacob. Slowly he opened the guest rooms door to find Mateo, Jacobs friend who was spending the night. He was resting peacefully with his arms hanging off the bed.

Daniel tip toed his way next to him and with his free carefully peeled back the covers. Daniel was shocked to find Mateo’s underwear halfway down his ass. “Well this is going to be easier than i thought.” he thought. The prank was simple, stuff Jacob i’m his friends ass! What could be funnier than that?

Daniel knew he needed to move fast, he opened his fist. With his other hand he snatched up his brother and carefully placed him right in between the fabric and the crack of his ass. Jacob finally being free decided to squirm around. “Daniel stop this isn’t funny get me out of here!”.

This action came with its consequences, his squirming caused Mateo’s hand to grab the hem of his underwear,pulling them up and rolling over on his back. Daniel watched as his brother was trapped, he actually pulled off his prank!

As fast as he could he tip toed his way out the room stifling his laughter. He began to look back one final time to see his work in action. To his surprise Mateo was still knocked out, “Man he must be a heavy sleeper, Jacob was pretty loud”. Just then he could see Mateo’s face scrunch up, followed by a booming 10 second fart blast from this sleeping man.

Daniel could hear a very faint scream coming from deep inside Mateo’s ass. He then quickly closed the door and couldn’t contain his laughter any longer.

“This couldn’t get any better!” He thought, making his way into his own room. “Hmm only thing though is how to get him out…. oh well i’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

It was the next morning and Daniel was woken up by a knock on his door. Still not fully up, he told the person knocking to come in. “Hey Daniel sorry to wake you it’s me Mateo. Can you let Jacob know i’ll be leaving early? Gotta meet up with my client at the gym.I would tell him myself but i don’t wanna disturb him i know he hates waking up early.”

“Yeah sure whatever man i’ll tell him” Daniel said still processing what day it was. “Ok, see you around”.

Daniel started to drift off when he remembered. Jacob was still in Mateo’s ass! He had a decision to make, catch up to Mateo and awkwardly explain about Jacob whereabouts or hope Jacob can find a way to grab Mateo’s attention.

The Wolf Pack: Love or Hate?

"Get your nose nestled between these alpha cheeks man!" Scott rushes to pull down his grey boxers as you kneel beside the bed, lay down your head, and push your face towards his massive tan cheeks. You don't even need encouragement, working your nose in towards the heat of his stinking sticky hole while the hair tickled your skin. "SNIFF!" His word acts like a program as your nose works automatically to inhale the ripe fart that accompanied his command. "Thank you Master McCall!" You moan between his cheeks, getting a taste of the vile fart. Scott wiggles his cheeks with a stifled giggle in response to your words. "SNIFF!" Yet again you are on auto pilot as he orders you to sniff a wet ten second fart from his hole. It burns and stinks, but you don't move an inch. "Fuck thsoe stink! You love these don't you?" Scott taunts, reaching around and using his meaty hand on the back of your head to push you deeper. "Yes Master McCall! Your farts smell beautiful!" Your words flow out as you kneel there, completely flacid despite finding his farts hot and addictive. "SNIFF!" This time as you inhale the airy fart fueled by eggs and chicken, Scott rolls over to sit on your face until you pass out.

*An hour earlier*........

"Please Theo I'm sorry, you are not a fart sniffing loser, I was just joking!" You protest weakly from beneath Theos ass. A massive fart roars out directly into your expose nose and you feel your mind weaken, almost blacking out for a few minutes. "You will text Scott McCall begging to sniff his farts. Everytime he says sniff you will do so and address him as Master McCall. Alpha farts will be your new addiction but will never get you hard!" Theo laughs magically as he rises off your face to see you immediately grab your phone and text Scott.

Shatterstone College : Professor Presley

Being a business lecturer Frank Presley knew both about how to handle a business well but also how to handle rowdy young men. So when you had started a bar fight with his son Paxton last night, he simply offered to drive you home with Paxton and let you crash at theirs until you slept off the booze. You drunkenly accepted and thought it'd be as simple as walking out of the house tomorrow morning to go home, unfortunately he had other plans.

Shatterstone college : Devon : Testing a friendship

You watched as the denim jeans descended on your friends face, making contact with his helpless face as he was all tied up. "He gets an hour, then you get an hour!". Devon roared back at you while he settled his glutes comfortably on his rim chair, except with your friend gagged it was less a rim chair and more of a fart Throne. You can see the struggle already begin as his forehead seems to be rotating, his head shifting around to find comfort. Then his shoulders slowly twitch as the situation gets to him psychologically. Devon raises slightly to just show his victims eyes as he laughs. You lock eyes with your best friend, unable to help him despite the watery look of fear he gives.

Then the explosion erupts and snaps the two of you from the staring contest. The fart only lasts for a few short seconds but Devon stays slightly lifted to let you see your friend suffer. His face goes red and his eyes start to rapidly water. "Yes you fucking stupid seat, struggle, there's no escape!" Devon roars as you watch the helpless flails continue. Another fart erupts but this time Devon slams down tight to fill up the little space available in the box. "So how much do you think this little seat can take?" Devon laughs as he looks back at you, multiple more short farts erupting. A few minutes pass and the struggling from your friend stops. "You! Get over here and kneel, face down to see my ass!" You do as he says and kneel behind him, head a few inches from where his jeans lay at his waist.

Suddenly he lifted and all the unsniffed gas rushed out to blast your face with stench and heat. "Fuck...fuck...you're a monster!!" You roar as you fall to the ground and gag. "Yeah I fucking am! But you two are fart sniffers so that's more humiliating." You get back into position after gagging and now look down onto your friends face again, almost unconscious for the gas treatment. "Okay here's a little game for you two." Devon begins speaking as he strips to his bare hole, hairy and covered in thick sweat, clearly not washed in days. "You are going to kneel right there above your subby little friend. I'm gonna sit back down and start farting again. You can choose whether this human embodiment of a fart cushion makes it out conscious or not. Once my fart starts, of you hear my gut rumbling, you can pull my waist up and push your own face foward willingly into my farting hole to take the unholy air. Or, you can just stay semi sane and let your friend handle the whole burden, up to you. Here's a preview!" He laughs as he reaches back and pulls you head in with strong grip.

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : Jakipz

Just admit it man, you goon to my ass don't you? No I won't punish you for it, I won't kick you out of the apartment, I'll find it quite flattering actually. What's that? You DO goon to my ass? Well thank you for being honest. Now get on your knees, put your face in my ass, and beg for a fart. I'm no longer Jake to you, it's Master Jake from now on!

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : Jakipz

The deal was if you were late home one more time that you would have to be my seat for the night. Well guess who isn't home on time? You! And guess who didn't shower after his evening run? Yeah that's right, ME! Get your face back home quick for daddys ass!

You wake up in a daze, your mind racing with questions. You are laying down and can’t quite make out the room around you. Your attempts to get up lead nowhere as you realize you are being firmly held down by some sort of by some sort of giant tape. It was at this moment you notice the room around you looked rather large, and everything seemed strangely far away. What was happening before you woke up like this? You remember that you were sent on a mission, to infiltrate your rival company’s computer systems at their home base. You were well prepared, having researched the floor plan and thought about how you were going to sneak in to the building after closing hours. Then it hits you, the last thing you remember is successfully breaking in and finding the information you were looking for. But before you could email it away you got sprayed in the face by someone just out of your line of sight with some strange liquid. That’s the last thing you can remember.

Then a low laughter cuts through the silence of your thoughts. “So, I see you’re finally awake then. Took a little longer than usual for the subject to come to. Oh well.” “What are you doing?! Where am I?” you scream. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” Then the masculine, rough voice comes closer until he enters the light; revealing his gargantuan figure. You are speechless as you stare up at a man that’s 100 stories tall. Though his massive figure is blocking out most of the light you can make out a light scruff on his face, short brown hair, and clean teeth that were twisted in a sort of sadistic grin. He had an average body type with a little bit of a belly, and he was wearing a button-up shirt and slacks. “My name is Roy and I work in a department specifically devoted to dealing with little invaders like you.” His voice is loud, it stings your tiny eardrums. “You may have noticed a bit of a size difference between us” Roy said with a sneer. “We find that you thieves are much easier to deal with when you’re this size.” “What the fuck is going on here, is this some kid of sick joke?” You say, starting to panic. “How did you get me this size?” Roy puts his hands in his pockets looking down at you, his tanned skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. “It’s just some new technology we’ve been working on, and what better human test subjects than criminal trash like you.” “I’m not a criminal!!” you reply to the giant. His grin immediately falls into a look of disgust and leans down close to you for the first good look at his face. He was attractive, and young, probably around 28. He looked down at you with hatred “You are a criminal!” He said angrily, “and this is your sentence.” With that he turns around and you see the tight contour of his butt in his grey work slacks. His rear was by far the most noticeable feature about him, even at a normal size this would be an ass to behold but at your small stature it is like looking at two planets. Then they began to get closer, and closer still, until you realized his ass was descending to right below your feet.  With an earthquake like THUD he takes a seat just in front of you, and you stare up at his back that extends into the sky. “Criminals can’t be too comfortable now, and since that’s EXACTLY what you are, why don’t I adjust the comfort level?” With that he leans to one side and rips the loudest fart you’d ever heard. You could even feel the wind from where you were trapped, and then the smell overcame you. It was like a dumpster full rotten eggs. Your eyes were watering at the stench as you were already begging to be set free. “Please I don’t know what you want, just let me go!” Roy just laughs quietly “Ya know I haven’t been working at this job for very long but I already like it! I do things, kind of differently than my coworkers.” You scream back “I don’t give a shit about your coworkers just put me back to normal”.

Roy turned to look down at you and frowned “I don’t think you understand who’s in charge here. Time to teach you a lesson.” With that he starts bouncing his butt up and down on the chair THUMP THUMP THUMP creating an earthquake on the chair you were taped to. All while his humongous ass was backing up, inching closer and closer to crushing your small, pathetic body. You began panicking again “NO, stop! I didn’t mean to offend, I just want to be free ple-“ CRUNCH Roy had landed his ass crack perfectly centered on your left foot. You scream out in pain as your foot has been flattened into nothing under hundreds of tons of weight. Roy starts talking, completely ignoring your tiny screams. “So, I’m going to be asking the questions, and demanding the answers today, is that understood.” Your exhausted from screaming and can barely manage a quiet yelp. “I said ‘IS THAT UNDERSTOOD’?” Roy angrily grinds his ass on your foot causing all the pain to rush back; you manage a weak “understood…”. “Good” Roy continues with his explanation while still crushing your foot and leg “Now just so you understand, it is my job to intercept intruders who are attempting to steal company secrets. I interrogate them, find out what they know, get some of their own company’s secrets from them, then your memory is erased, and you’re returned to normal size and never know the wiser.” PFFFFFFTTTT Roy ripped a hot, quiet fart right on your crushed foot; this one stunk even worse than the last. “I don’t know anything!” you plead, “Please, I really didn’t find anything by the time you got me.”

Roy stood up, relieving the immense pressure on your leg. You breathed a sigh of relief till you saw his god-like buns descending on you once again. This time he was centered on your body and slowly all light was blocked out by the two massive globes. Roy’s ass lightly descends on, applying more and more pressure until you feel a struggle to breathe. At this point Roy stops and your face to face with his noxious swamp ass for the first time. The sweat on his face was no warning at all for how putrid his ass stunk. A horrible combination of musk, sweat, and shit and it was the only thing you could breathe at that moment, and you were breathing it desperately. “I bet you’ll tell me everything you REALLY learned after a few minutes under this bad boy.” He smacks the side of his own ass and you can feel it vibrate through his thick cheeks. “I haven’t taken a shower in three days, and honestly I wasn’t the best at wiping today either, just for you little man.” He gives his butt a soft jiggle on you that makes it even harder to breathe for a moment. “I also have plenty of these for ya” with that you get a near lethal, point blank fart right in your face, from an asshole the same size as your face. He took his sweet time sitting on you for what felt like an hour, farting every few minutes but never applying enough weight to crush you completely. “It would be so funny if I just tripped and my ass landed right on you!” Roy boasted, laughing. “Hell, I could crush you anytime I want really, and you’re getting kind of quiet, so I might just do that!” You start panicking and his butt cheeks with all your force and eventually he stands up and looks down at you. “You can’t crush me, you have to return me to normal at the end of all this” You say, now damp from his swamp ass being on you for so long. “Maybe, but if you never tell me you’ll never get back to normal size.” he sneered. Upon this realization you cave and confess what you learned of Roy’s company secrets. “See I knew you had it in you.” Roy said coyly, letting out a loud belch. “Now it’s time to tell me your companies secrets.” You grew pale, a spy who gets discovered is bad enough but a spy that reveals company secrets is sure to be fired. You refuse Roy’s offer, to which he shakes his head and slowly turns away from you. Your heart is pounding in fear at what this malicious giant is concocting to torture you next. He is completely facing away from you and you are met with the familiar sight of his ass, but this time it descends quickly on you and crushes your legs with a thunderous bang. You gasp in pain, unable to process the amount of pressure and weight you feel. “I think you want to cooperate man, it’s almost time to go home so I’m trying to get this shit wrapped up” He lets out another silent but deadly right on your puny body before grinding his ass away and standing over you once more. You look up at him weakly and finally give in, letting go all your company’s secrets for a chance of getting mercy. “Thank you” Roy said writing down all the details. “Now usually this would be the part of the process where I release you wipe your memories, but I actually forgot to fill out some paper work before shrinking you which is a big no no.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed at his mistake. “So instead of trying to fudge the records I’m just going to say you never existed at all.” “What do you mean?” you grunt out with your remaining energy. “Well usually people get returned to normal size, but if you never existed there’s really no need for that.” Roy said wickedly, “No, you can’t…” you lurch out. “SO, I guess all there is to do is get rid of you.” “Roy, I gave you what you wanted, please I just want to go home.” You beg. “Hey this is hard for me too man, I’m the newbie and I make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean anyone needs to know. With that Roy turns away from you, flaunting his gigantic ass in your direction one last time. “NO, don’t sit on me, please!” You scream, “Sorry man, but I’m about to get off the clock and there’s nothing I’d love more right now than to take a nice load off!” He does a quick upper body stretch before ripping a nasty sounding fart and beginning his descent on top of you. “NO, STOP, DON’T DO IT!!!” Were the last things you said before his ass descended on you fully.

PHRT! Ppppppprrrrtttttt!!!

'sorry bout that, just had a little bit of taco bell last night and-'

Sssssddddd!!

'i think it's messing with my system!'

He then looked at you and turned around.

'-and bad news for you, this could be the only way, you're getting out of here, if you place your face right here'

He pushed a SBD out of his khaki's which smelt up the whole room.

He looked back at you with an awkward smile. You didn't budge.

'So, it's be the hard way then.'

He stood up, bent over.

'Hope your ready!'

This is a sequel to Smell of an old friend

You are standing in line surrounded by the other wrestling guys, all sweaty and exhausted from the training session of how to humiliate an opponent using a facesit pin. Coach O'Brien is pacing back and forth in front of the line, sweat dripping from him as he locks eyes with each of you in turn to keep the tense atmosphere as everyone awaits his decision. Captain Carter on your left and Captain Steel on your right have no need to worry, they were always the best. But you knew it could be you. "Hey...Carter..." You try to whisper but Coach O'Brien finally makes his call.

He stops pacing and turns to face the line of sweaty wrestlers. He looks each one of them up and down, his piercing gaze lingering on the few worst performers. The tension in the room is palpable. Finally, Coach O'Brien speaks, his deep voice booming through the sports hall. "Alright, listen up losers! I've seen who the worst performers are this month, and I'm not impressed by how many there are. But there's one of you who stands out above, well....BELOW the rest, in the worst possible way." He starts walking down the line, his heavy footsteps echoing on the polished floor. He stops in front of you, looking down at your slightly shorter frame with a mix of disgust and amusement. "That's right, rookie. You've been a disappointment since day one. I've given you chances, but you just can't cut it, can you?" On either side of you, Captains Steel and Carter exchange smirks, trying to hold back their laughter.

The rest of the team starts to filter out of the hall, leaving you alone with Coach O'Brien. "You're coming with me, rookie. Let's see if some one-on-one time with your coach can motivate you to improve... or at least give you a reason to try harder next month." Coach O'Brien reaches down and grabs you by the arm, easily lifting you off the ground with his superior strength. He starts carrying you towards the wrestling ring, your feet dangling off the floor as you try grip the ground to resist, the smell radiating from his pits already weakening you. "Coach, please... I'm trying my best..." You protest weakly, knowing it's futile. Coach O'Brien ignores your pleas, his grip on your arm tightening as he carries you into the wrestling ring.

The scent of sweat and musk grows stronger with each step, the smell of the coach's unwashed body filling your nostrils. He tosses you onto the mat, and you land with a thud, the air knocked out of your lungs. You move to try and get up but before you can catch your breath, Coach O'Brien is straddling your chest, his massive 290lb frame pinning you down completely and almost swallowing your body. "That's enough begging, rookie. You'll be doing a lot more than that before I'm done with you," he growls, his face inches from yours. He grabs your head with one of his large, calloused hands. Gripping your hair tightly, your face is pulled closer to his buldging crotch, the ripe smell of his sweat soaked wrestling shorts filling your senses. "Sniff, rookie. Get a good whiff of your coach's stink. Maybe the stench will motivate you to try harder next time," he commands, grinding your face against the fabric of his slightly ripped shorts. The pungent aroma of Coach O'Brien's unwashed body and crotch fills your nose and mouth, making you gag. Tears fill your eyes as you're forced to inhale the most noxious fumes, your lungs burning with each subtle forced breath. Coach O'Brien laughs cruelly, enjoying your discomfort.

"That's it, get it all in. Let that be the smell that haunts your dreams tonight. Maybe you'll perform better knowing what's coming if you don't shape up." He grinds your face harder against his crotch, his sweaty, musky scent overwhelming your senses. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the dampness of his shorts soaking into your skin. "Beg for mercy, rookie. Beg me to let you off the mat. Maybe if you sound convincing enough, I'll go easy on you... next time," he taunts, his grip on your hair never loosening. Tears stream down your face as you're forced to sniff and inhale the putrid stench, your lungs and nose burning with each breath. You know you have no choice but to beg and plead for mercy from your cruel, dominant coach. "Let....Me...GO!!!" You try push him off but with your arms pinned to your body with his thick thighs, you almost pull a muscle instead. "Ahhh....Fuck..." You groan, feeling the pain in your arm as you try fight his thick thighs while forced to inhale his crotch scent, cock and balls covering your chin and nose. Coach O'Brien just laughs harder at your feeble attempt to push him off, your struggles only seeming to excite him more. He grinds his thick, muscular thighs harder against your arms, pinning you even more firmly to the mat. "You're not going anywhere, rookie. Not until I say you can," he growls, his voice a mix of amusement and menace. He leans back slightly, giving you a momentary respite from the overwhelming stench of his crotch.

Then, with a wicked grin, he lifts one of his massive legs, shifting his position. Your chin and nose are suddenly engulfed by the far more pungent and ripe smell of his ass, the sweaty fabric on his crack now rubbing directly against your face. You gag and retch, your stomach churning with the overwhelming stench. The air is thick with the putrid aroma of Coach O'Brien's unwashed ass, the ripe smell of his farts filling your senses and making your eyes water. "That's it, breathe it in. Let the stink of your coach's ripe ass be seared into your memory," he taunts, grinding his sweaty crack harder against your face.

*First 1k words of the 4k word Coach O'Brien commission that is going on public sale next week :) And a little warm up for my planned College storyline later this year 🤐*

“You ready Teo?” asked the giant man, in the palm of his hands a tiny man threw a thumbs up.

“You know it Hugo” said the tiny. He placed the tiny in his pocket and entered the gym. As he walked in he scanned the room looking for the perfect subject. After some time he spotted one. A slim looking man, with big arms, thick thighs and an even thicker butt. Hugo brought Teo out to look at the man. The tiny was practically drooling at the sight of the man. Hugo and Teo loved to get creative with their kink life, so much so they both agreed to find a random giant for Teo to be sat on. It was a plan that filled both their sexual fantasies.

Hugo waited in the locker room for the man to show, his patience paid off as he noticed the man came in his normal clothes and began to undress into his gym attire. As he had his back turned Hugo discreetly tried to place Teo on the bench and walked away. Teo got to work.

The tiny slowly crept across the wooden bench, watching as the man took off his shirt to reveal his thick chest and toned arms. He couldn't help but be hypnotized by his muscles. The way they moved and flexed was amazing, Teo couldn't wait to see more.

With his pants removed the man was now nude! “Seems like he likes going commando…” Teo thought. His bubble butt seemed to jiggle at the slightest movement. Teo had no time to admire as he noticed he was putting on his shorts Teo sprung into action. He ran off to the edge of the bench and jumped into the shorts.

His stunt paid off as he just barely managed to get it before he finished in putting both legs. Teo was in heaven, he was inside the shorts of a hunk. In the distance Hugo saw the events fold infront of him as he felt himself feeling turned on by the situation. He followed the man out and noticed how deep shorts were riding up his crack. He felt his dick growing knowing his tiny boyfriend was stuck between those cheeks.

Teo felt himself getting hot and sweaty. He was trapped inside the man's thick ass. The scent of his musk was also driving him crazy.

“What should i hit today…” the giant man thought while scanning the room. “Legs” he said to himself. He felt his ass bouncing from side to side from the movement. It felt so good.

The man stopped, his butt was now resting on the bench. The weight was heavy but nothing he couldn’t handle. The man's leg lifted up and down in the air. His movements were very precise, he could feel the pressure on his ass increasing and decreasing.

Hugo looked on, he felt his cock growing harder as he watched his tiny boyfriend being pressed into the ass cheeks of a giant.

Teo felt his body being smashed into the ass. His entire body was covered in the man's sweat, and he could feel the hair from his legs rubbing up against his crotch. He tried his best to keep himself together as he was getting smushed.

The man finally got up, his butt was still keeping in place. He was lifted into the air as the giant man stretched himself. His body was pressed deeper into the crack. Teo felt his cock grow harder as he could feel his asshole on his face, it was so soft. Teo decided to get adventurous and began kissing and licking the cheeks.

The man couldn't help but blush as he felt his ass being licked, but he figured it was just an itch and left it at that. The man grunted and pushed a fart over Teo.

The smell was incredible, the man's natural odor mixed with sweat was a combination that sent Teo over the edge. His cock erupted inside his pants and covered the fabric with his cum.

Teo panted as his orgasm died down. Hugo in the other hand was on edge. Seeing the sight before him had his dick leaking precum. He knew that he wouldn't last long .

The giant man then decided to do squats. Each movement downwards crushed Teo even further. He could feel his own cum covering his entire body. The smell was overwhelming and made his cock hard once again.

He had a decision to make, should he cum again or try to enjoy it longer? He chose the latter.

Each time the man went up, he felt his butt being exposed to the cool air. Each time he went down Teo could feel the hairy cheeks rubbing up against his crotch and legs.

Finally the man decided to hit the stair master. The man climbed each step with such force making his butt bounce up and down like crazy. The man had a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. On Hugo’s end he could see the giant line of sweat staining the back of his shorts. This almost made him burst in his pants but he knew he couldn’t yet.

The man continued his workout until he was breathless and practically dripping with sweat. The man decided it was enough and left to the showers.

As he did Teo began to kiss his cheeks, he rubbed his face into them and took in the sweat and musk. Teo still wanted more.

The man began taking off his shorts and tossed it to the side. As he did this Teo fell out onto the ground. His body was covered in the man's sweat and musk. Hugo soon followed and noticed the pair the man was wearing. He quickly and discreetly looked through and picked Teo out. As he held him in the palm of his hand Hugo rushed to a stall and immediately closed and locked the door behind him.

Without saying a word Hugo took in his tiny boyfriends scent, knowing Teo was trapped and left smelling like the man musk sent him over the edge. he continued to hold Teo close and sniff the scent surrounding him

Teo could hear his lover panting. Teo knew he was horny. His cock was still rock hard and aching for attention.

Hugo could smell his tiny lover, the sweat and musk was so potent that he could barely control himself. He needed more. Hugo placed his lips around Teo and kissed him deeply. His tongue explored the tiny's body, lapping up all the flavor he could.

Hugo's tongue was like a giant blanket covering his whole body. Teo began to moan softly, his hands gripping his lover's tongue. He began grinding his ass into his tongue, his tiny cock rubbing up against the wet muscle.

Teo began to thrust into his lover's tongue, moaning in ecstasy as his cock was rubbed and massaged. Teo soon exploded all over Hugo's tongue, the taste of his cum sending him over the edge. His body shaking with pleasure.

Hugo pulled away and looked down at his tiny lover, his tongue coated with Teo's cum. He smiled and licked the cum clean. Hugo couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Teo's blushing face. He held his tiny lover in his palm and began to kiss him gently. “Fuck that was a good find huh” Hugo said

"Dude, I swear, if you don't stop talking about my ass, I'm gonna make you eat your words," Nick said, his voice a mix of irritation and amusement as he threw a pillow at Josh's grinning face. They had been best friends since high school, but lately, the constant teasing was getting under Nick's skin.

Josh, unfazed by the pillow assault, chuckled and sipped his drink. "What's the matter, Big N? Can't handle a little flirting?"

Nick's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He'd had enough of the relentless jabs at his expense. Standing up from the couch, he towered over the cocky, smaller man. "Alright, I've got something that'll shut you up," he said, walking over to his bookshelf. He pulled out a small vial of powder, hidden behind a book titled "Quantum Mechanics for Dummies." It was a gag gift from a past birthday, but Nick had found a peculiar use for it.

"What's that?" Josh asked, his curiosity piqued.

Nick smirked as he approached, the vial glinting in the dim light. "It's a little something that'll give you a taste of your own medicine," he replied, shaking the powder into Josh's drink. He watched as the substance dissolved, leaving no trace.

Josh took a gulp, feeling the cold liquid trickle down his throat. "What the hell did you put in here?" he coughed, his eyes watering slightly.

"Just a little... perspective," Nick said with a wink. He sat back down, watching his friend closely.

Moments later, Josh's eyes began to widen in shock as his body started to shrink rapidly. "What the fuck, Nick?!" he shouted, his voice squeaking as he looked down at his now tiny hands. The room around him grew larger, the furniture becoming towering giants. His cockiness evaporated into sheer panic.

Nick leaned back on the couch, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "You wanted a piece of me, didn't you?" He took a sip of his own drink, the same one he had offered to Josh, and felt a rush of power surge through him. "Now, you'll get more than you bargained for," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

The world around Josh grew even larger, the fabric of his reality stretching to an impossible scale. His heart hammered in his tiny chest as he stared up at Nick, who now looked like a giant deity looming over him. Nick's fingers grew into monstrous sausages, and his teeth resembled boulders ready to crush him.

"Please, Nick, stop this!" Josh squeaked, his voice barely audible in his new, miniature form. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Nick's smile only widened as he reached down and plucked him from the floor like a tiny, squirming toy.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Nick said, his eyes glinting with mischief. He brought Josh closer to his face, the warmth of his breath making him tremble. "You see, I've had enough of your shit, and now it's time for you to learn who's really in charge here."

Josh struggled in Nick's grip, his tiny limbs flailing against the giant's unyielding fingers. The room spun around him as he was suddenly placed on the cold, hard marble countertop in the kitchen. Everything was so massive, so overwhelming. He felt utterly powerless, his bravado from earlier now a distant memory.

"Nick, please, this isn't funny," he begged, his voice echoing pathetically in the cavernous space. But Nick just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a newfound thrill. He picked up a jar of peanut butter, the label seemingly the size of a billboard to Josh.

"You know what I've always wondered?" Nick said, his deep voice booming in the vast kitchen. "How it feels to be completely powerless at the mercy of someone else." He unscrewed the jar with an alarming ease, the sound of it echoing through the room like thunder. The scent of the peanut butter filled the air, thick and suffocating to the tiny man trapped on the countertop.

Josh's eyes widened in horror as he watched Nick's giant spoon scoop out a dollop of the sticky substance. It looked like a mountain to him, a golden-brown monolith of despair. "Please, man, don't do this," he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

But Nick's grin only grew more sinister. "Why not?" He dipped the spoon down, the peanut butter seemingly an eternity away from the counter. "You've always had such a smart mouth. Now, let's see how it feels to be the one on the receiving end of the teasing."

With a swift motion, he scooped up Josh, plunging him into the sticky abyss. Josh screamed, his tiny voice muffled by the thick goo as it enveloped him. The taste was overpowering, the stickiness clinging to every part of him, making it impossible to move. His world was now a sea of brown, with no escape in sight.

Nick held the spoon up to his own mouth, licking off a bit of the peanut butter that had clung to the side, smacking his lips. "Mmm, you're just the right amount of salty," he teased, watching the minuscule form of his friend squirm and gasp for air.

"This is fucked up, Nick!" Josh managed to sputter out, his tiny hands flailing against the sticky prison. His body was covered in the gooey substance, making it impossible to get a firm grip on anything.

Nick just chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to fill the entire room. "You're right," he said, his voice now a deep rumble that made the kitchen counters vibrate. "But you're the one who didn't know when to quit." He leaned in closer, his face now a blur of features as seen from Josh's perspective. "Now, you're going to learn what it's like to be the little one for once."

With a flick of his wrist, Nick brought the spoon closer to his mouth, the peanut butter-covered figure of Josh still struggling on it. The smell of the peanut butter was now overwhelming, mixing with the faint scent of Nick's skin and cologne, creating a cocktail of fear and arousal in the trapped man's nostrils. He didn't know how to feel about it, his mind racing with confusion and horror.

"Ready to apologize?" Nick taunted, his breath hot and minty on the spoon.

Josh's tiny voice was muffled by the peanut butter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, just put me back!"

Nick hovered the spoon near his mouth, then abruptly pulled it away, making Josh's stomach lurch. "Oh, I don't think so," he said, his smile wicked. "You're going to be my little secret now, aren't you?"

Panic set in as reality dawned on Josh. He was truly trapped, a toy for his best friend's twisted amusement. "Nick, please, don't do this," he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.

Ignoring his cries, Nick's massive hand descended upon him, plucking him from the sticky spoon and placing him precariously on the waistband of his own underwear. The fabric felt like a tightrope under his tiny form, the warmth and dampness from Nick's body making him squirm with a mix of revulsion and a strange, unwelcome excitement.

Josh gulped as he found himself nestled between Nick's firm buttocks, the musky scent of his ass enveloping him like a cloud. He couldn't believe the turn his life had taken in such a short amount of time. The world around him was now a sea of skin, muscle, and fabric, with the occasional glimpse of the room beyond the waistline of Nick's pants.

Nick's giant finger emerged from the horizon of his vision, pressing down on him. Josh squirmed, feeling the weight of it, and the heat of his body pressing him into the sweaty crevice. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, laundry detergent, and something undeniably male that made his heart race. He didn't know if it was fear or arousal, but his body was responding in ways he had never felt before.

Nick's finger slid along his body, leaving a trail of sticky wetness from the peanut butter. Then, without warning, it pushed him out of the safety of his underwear, making him slip down the curve of his ass. Josh screamed, his voice echoing in the vast expanse of fabric. He could feel the coolness of the air outside, the stark contrast from the warm, confined space he'd been in.

As Nick's finger retreated, the tightness of his ass cheeks closed around him, the pressure increasing until it was almost unbearable. The musky scent of Nick's body washed over him, suffocating him in its intensity. He tried to push himself out, but the giant's cheeks were too strong, too powerful. He was trapped, the fabric of the underwear pressing against his face, the elastic digging into his skin like a vice.

Nick chuckled, watching the tiny figure of his best friend squirm between his buttocks. "You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice reverberating in the vastness of his own body. The thought of Josh's tiny body, so vulnerable and at his mercy, filled him with an odd sense of power and satisfaction. He had always been the dominant one in their friendship, but now he had the means to really drive it home.

Josh's world was a prison of flesh and fabric. The heat was stifling, the scent of Nick's body washing over him in waves that made his head spin. He could feel the soft hairs of Nick's ass brushing against his skin, sending a shiver up his spine. His heart raced as the giant's finger approached again, the anticipation of the painful pressure mixing with the humiliation of his new reality.

"Let's see if you can handle the full experience," Nick murmured, his voice a deep, sinful promise. The finger descended, pushing Josh further into the crevice of his butt. The pressure was immense, the fabric of the underwear acting like a second skin against his face. He gasped for air, feeling the warmth of Nick's body all around him.

The giant's finger retreated again, only to push him back in with more force. Josh's tiny body was a plaything in Nick's game of dominance, the musky scent of his ass suffocating him. Each time the finger retreated, it left a sticky trail of peanut butter, mixing with the sweat of his own fear. He was trapped, unable to escape the claustrophobic confines of Nick's body.

Nick leaned back, feeling the weight of his smaller friend against his ass. He couldn't help but smirk at the power he now held over Josh. "You're going to be my little secret," he murmured, the words vibrating through his body and into Josh's ears. "My personal toy to play with whenever I want."

Josh's heart raced, his body sticky and trapped. He could feel the fabric of Nick's underwear against his face, the elastic digging into his skin as he was pushed in and pulled out, over and over again. It was a relentless game of cat and mouse, with Nick's finger acting as the cruel tormentor.

"Please, stop," Josh whimpered, his voice barely a squeak in the vastness of the room.

Nick's laughter boomed in response, sending vibrations through his ass and into the fabric of his underwear. "But you're having so much fun," he teased, his finger pushing down harder, making the fabric tighten around Josh's face. He could feel the warmth of Nick's skin, the smell of his sweat, and the coarse fabric of the underwear. It was a suffocating, terrifying sensation that left him feeling utterly helpless.

"I hate you," Josh gasped, his voice muffled by the fabric. But even as he said it, he felt his own cock twitch in response to the situation, the fear and humiliation mixing with a bizarre excitement.