Monica Smith is an assistant vice manager at Busiwork Inc., a powerful corporation that has recently ended up under scrutiny for some controversial business decision. Monica had no idea what this decision was, and frankly, she really didn’t care. She liked her job and that was all that mattered. In fact, her job was pretty much the only thing Monica cared about.

Today she arrived at the office to find that the protests had escalated a bit more than she would have liked, as the building was completely surrounded by protesters, who made it nearly impossible for Monica to get through.

“Ugh, damn hippies.” Monica thought to herself as she pushed her way through the crowd, not wanting to be late for work, bumping past the rowdy bunch as she attempted to approach the building, getting a few rude looks on her way through.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy, knowing well that she was a clear enemy given her attire. She was wearing her favourite pant suit, which unfortunately gave her ties to the company away. Though that wasn’t the only thing making her feel unwell. For some strange reason, Monica felt as though she was shrinking.

She brushed off that feeling as stress at first, but suddenly her whole body shrunk to the size of a bug, and she was sent falling forward. Thankfully, rather than landing onto the pavement, Monica fell onto the back of Luna, a midriff wearing lady who was engaged in the protest. Her relief was short lived however, as she quickly realized that she was now slowly sliding towards the lady’s exposed buttcrack. She made an attempt at redirecting her course, but her fate was sealed, and so the shrunken business woman fell straight between the lady’s chubby cheeks.

At first, Monica was terrified, but her fear quickly changed to anger the moment she thought about her situation. She figured that there was no way that this was a coincidence, this had to have been some sort of attempt to “get back” at Busiwork for well, whatever it was that they did to upset this crowd.

“God damn it! How dare you shrink me down like this! I knew you guys were no good, but this is just sick! Let me out of here now!” Monica complained, punching at Luna’s anus with frustration, though she was completely unnoticed by Luna due to her insignificant form.

“Ugh, and when’s the last time you showered anyways? It smells horrific in here! Not that I’m surprised or anything though.” the girl further complained, disgusted by the stench of Luna’s crack. Truth is, Luna isn’t really the most hygienic girl, probably showing like once a week at most, directly contrasting Monica’s daily shower routine. Naturally, Monica was less than pleased about this difference, especially with her having to deal with the effects of her negligence.

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Without any care or warning, Luna let out a long fart, unknowingly blasting her tiny captive right in the face. Monica was stunned by the sheer indignity of the whole situation. She could barely believe that something like this would happen to her, but with one single sniff, she realized that this was her reality. Her sensitive nose was burning on the toxic stench, both furious and humiliated by this woman’s audacity.

“Ew! You complete and utter pig! It was bad enough that you trapped me in this disgusting place, but passing your awful gas onto me like that is just, ugh!” Monica complained in disgust, squirming around in Luna’s crack, desperately trying to get out. Unfortunately all Luna felt was a tiny itch, which she decided to scratch, unintentionally rubbing Monica’s face into her anus while letting out a few more farts.

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“Ugh! I swear, when I get out of here, I’m going to, uh...” Monica tried to retort before quickly realizing how hopeless she truly was. Even if she somehow managed to climb out, she’d still be too tiny to do anything to this lady. Not only that, there’s no way she’d be able to make it to work in this state, especially not in an hour’s notice. The perfect attendance rate she prides herself on was as good as gone.

“This is so unfair.” Monica complained to herself as she began to cry when she came to this devastating realization. She just wanted to go to work like any other day, not get caught up in something as gross as this. The worst part about this situation was that there was no foreseeable escape. She had no idea what caused her to shrink to this size, and as such, had no idea how she’d ever regain her old size. On top of that, she was currently at the mercy of someone who’d probably hate her, assuming that she’d even get noticed. Poor Monica couldn’t have been in a worse position.

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The protest went on, and so did Luna’s gas. To her relief, the sound of the crowd drowned out her usually thunderous gas, and nobody seemed to notice the smell, or at the very least no one cared enough to speak up about it.

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After a few hours of protesting (and farting), Luna eventually decided that her work for the day was done, so she decided to begin walking home. Meanwhile, poor Monica was greeted with a rude surprise as the world around her began to quake as her tormentor began her half hour walk home, bouncing and grinding her as she casually strolled through the city, all while continuing to pass her gas onto the tiny business woman.

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Finally, Luna arrived home. She took her shoes off and sat herself down on the couch, ready to unwind, squishing poor Monica under her weight, with her face pressed directly into Luna’s smelly asshole.

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As Luna relaxed, Monica remained helpless in the woman’s gassy ass, with nothing to do but sob as she remained trapped in this hellish predicament.