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"Ah just look at that ass in mirror. I can hardly believe that its mine. So smooth, so plump. What's a guy to do with it"

"Get me..out of this thing!"

"Heh that's right, i already know. Having fun in there squirt? Could barely even feel yeah on the bed"

"Bastard, unshrink me and i'll show you how much you can feel my fust in your fa-gah!" The giant would clasp both hands around his asscheeks as he slowly rubbed them together. Giving a slight sway with each stroke as he felt the inner walls lather the little guy in between.

"Such fiesty words ya got little one, pity you don't have the size capable enough for that. But i know what it's capable of" the giant poked a finger in between his ass as he poked against the tiny and pushed him close to his hole. Enjoying the muffled yells going from inside as he swayed his hips in a cirlce. "What's that? I can't quite understand you with all this lovely ass in the way hehe" he gave a few presses against the tiny's body against the hole as he felt the sphincter wink over them. But he soon retracted it as the little guys softened voice muffled in between his ass once more.

"Why you lousy pompous son of a-" Clench!

"Ah ah ah squirt, my ass doesn't like that kind of language. Might as well get used to in there for the next 8 hours. The bodies gotta rest you know" the giant say heading to bed. Listening to the tiny's muffled yells as he closed the door.

“Mmmph,” what the…where am I? How did I get here? “Mmmph, guh-umph,” What the fuck is in my mouth? Who are these guys? “Mmph, mmph,” Why are they all looking at me like that?

“Don’t read it out loud,” One of them said, but then they all fell silent.

“MMMPH!” I tried to insist with my eyes, but they were all intently reading something that must’ve been just behind my head.

“First dibs,” The guy in the middle said with a nod.

“Second dibs,” The one next to him spoke quickly.

“I want to go last,” The one in the red shorts smirked, “but let’s finish our run and head back here after lunch.”

They all laughed, and nodded, and expressed their enthusiasm at this idea. I looked terrified at each member of the group, trying to silently communicate that I wanted to be rescued. They either didn’t notice or didn’t care, since none of them took pity on me.

“I’m going to fart on him before we leave,” The one with second dibs declared.

“Me too,” The one on his right agreed.

“I wouldn’t mind taking a piss before we keep going,” The one wearing blue shorts said.

The guy in the red shorts laughed, “Anyone else?”

I squirmed as two more volunteered to piss and another declared his desire to fart.

“I’ll fart too,” Red shorts nodded, “but I get to go last. I always want to go last.” He smirked again, and several of them smiled.

Ooohhh fuck. The asshole is farting. No, I mean literally, his asshole is releasing one of his potent farts. I know that factually his ass stinks: he’s a typically masculine guy and nothing about him ever smelled liked roses. Except now, after the reprogramming, flowers is exactly what I think he smells like.

But his farts…oh fuck his farts. He’s reprogrammed me to feel a powerful rush of pleasure every time I smell one of those. It’s a wonderful, boner-arousing smell that is as addictive as it is strong. That’s right, addictive. He actually has me addicted to sniffing his objectively disgusting farts.

The worst part is that he’s using the addiction against me. I need his farts, as many of them as I can get, and he only produces a limited amount every day. If he withholds even one of his farts from me it’s a huge loss. That means I have to keep him happy at all times, since I never know when he’ll be ready to provide my next sniff. I found out the hard way what I’m giving up if I don’t do exactly what he says when he says.

That includes letting him subject me to as much of the reprogramming as he wants. It’s a vicious cycle where I obey because of the addiction, but obeying increases how addicted I am. He…

Ohhh fuck he farted. He um…he fucking farted! That means his hole is going to taste really strong right now. If I want to taste his fart I am going to have to put my mouth on his ass right now. Fuck me, I’m doing it: I’m fucking doing it.

I’m going to kiss his filthy feet and lick clean his farting asshole. I’m going to get his taste and smell all over my mouth and face. I wish I could say that one asshole will be enough for me, but I know once I start I’ll end up needing both.

Gus had tried his whole life to keep his ‘condition’ a secret. He’d had a few close calls in the locker room in high school, but so far he had done a good job making sure nobody knew that the smell of feet made his shrink. Temporarily of course, but sometime for several days.

It was his first week of college and his randomly assigned roommate Jason had been a bit of a pain, he was definitely a dumb jock type, only in college to have fun and likely flunk out. Gus resolved that he’d get through things, wait it out until either that happened or his sophomore year when he could get a single dorm.

He was studying on Saturday, trying to get his first week of assignments done when Jason walked back in the room from the gym, tossing his gym back lazily on the couch. Gus just tried to ignore it, and didn’t see as Jason smiled, ready to prank his uptight roommate. He snuck up behind Gus and wrapped a tube sock over his face, giggling and laughing as he felt his roommate struggle against it. His arms were so weak he couldn’t even pull Jason off, and they felt like they were getting… weaker?

Jason watched in amazement as his nerd roommate sunk down, diminishing in his chair until he was only inches tall, in a pile of his old clothes. He couldn’t stop himself and reached down to grab him, asking what happened. Gus swallowed, knowing he was had, and explained everything about the condition he had hidden for so long. As he did, Jason scratched his chin, moving over to the couch and putting Gus on the floor.

“So you’re saying the smell of feet makes you small, and the only way to grow back is waiting?” He raised his feet over the tiny man and grinned, “Well what would happen if you only smelled feet for a long time?”

Gus tried to run, but the two massive, damp socked feet of his roommate pinned him neatly to the ground. He was completely overwhelmed with the smell of his gym foot funk, and could hear laughter booming from above.