By: DeepDesiresFulfilled
PART 1
“Michael, I swear to fuck if you aren’t doing something productive when I come back I am firing your dumbass,” Megan, the store supervisor yelled. Rubbing her temple, Megan shoves past him and walks into the back with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Micheal nervously drops the broom he was dicking around with and starts looking for something to do. She was already pissed at him and she just entered the building, today is going to be a long day. He quickly rushes in the back to find a cart of products to stock away, passing by a group of idling co-workers. They are whispering amongst themselves and suddenly stop right when he gets within earshot. Michael did briefly hear them say something about the rumors circulating about Megan.
He’s not sure who started it or if it’s even true but everybody has been talking about it for the last few days. Apparently somebody snuck into her office and looked through her browsing history and found some kinky stuff. Mostly femdom and dominatrix porn as well as some forums discussing past and future experiences. She has, according to the rumor, done some really intense shit. Like making a previous partner wear a chastity cage for months at a time and only allowing him to cum while huffing in her post workout farts. Normally these sort of stories are just that but knowing Megan nothing is too outlandish. Most people hated and or feared her and this rumor only solidified everybodies stances.
Michael continues to walk by the group and into the storage area. In the middle of looking through inventory sheets, Michael hears multiple approaching foot falls. Raising a brow, he looks up and sees the same group walking over to him and one of them says, “Hey yah there Michael, boss was looking for you and looking extra pissed. Megan said for you to head over to the locker room and meet her there. You better hurry up, my guy.” With a skeptical squint, Michael says, “Alright, I’ll head over there right now. Did she say what it was about?” He joins the group and heads off to the locker room and the same guy says, “Nah but like I said before, she was extra pissed off. With her it could be anything.”
Right as they enter the locker room Michael sees the duffle bag with the shirt Megan was wearing sitting on top. With the sound of the shower in the background he turns around a bit confused and says, “What’s going on? Where is…” His sentence gets cut off when one of the group throws some dust into his face. Coughing hard, Michael stumbles backwards while getting a strange sinking feeling in his chest. Two of the group grab him and toss him to the floor, holding his mouth shut. Michael goes to throw a punch but his arm completely misses, falling extremely short of its mark. His clothes feel as though they are rapidly growing in sizes but then he realizes what is happening. He has shrunken down to roughly an inch tall. The woman that threw the dust picks his naked body up by the foot and says, “You are about to have one terrible day you kiss ass.” The group laughs hysterically and Michael nervously says, “Guys what the fuck is going on? Why am I this small?”
One of them starts rummaging through Megan’s bag, grabbing out all of her panties and shoves them into another bag. Pinching his nose he grabs out a remaining once white pair of panties and says, “Holy fuck! She must wear these damn things during every workout for a month straight!” They are a disgusting shade of yellow and are soaked through with sweat from her morning workout session. The crotch of them is coarse and is so crusted that it holds its shape as he holds them. He lays them somewhat flat on the bench, revealing a dark brown stain on the inside back. Pulling a tube of super glue out of her pocket, she coats the shit stain with a large amount of glue.
Michael putting two and two together pleads, “Oh shit, please don’t do this! PLEASE DON’T!” They all laugh harder as the woman drops him back first onto the glue and says, “Hush up, now you can be the brown noser you have always tried to be. We are just helping you to reach your potential!” She presses him firmly into the glue and holds him in place, waiting for it to dry. Inhaling the fumes from the glue, Michael weakly begs, “Please…don’t…do…this!” They all laugh at his pointless begs and watch as the glue rapidly sets. With one last mumbled plea, Michael passes out glued to the nastiest panties in existence. They all laugh harder at him passing out and only break out of their cackles once they hear the shower stop. She quickly shoves the panties back inside the bag with a sickening soft crunch. They all laugh and quickly run out of the locker room, leaving him to his fate.
After a couple of minutes Megan walks over to her bag with only a towel on and begins looking through a nearby locker. She fishes out a pair of jeans and a clean shirt, setting them to the side. Kneeling down next to her bag, Megan starts looking for a clean pair of panties and bra. She finds a clean enough bra but can’t find any clean panties and frustratingly says, “Damn it! I swear I put in a handful of clean panties!” Megan sighs and rips the white panties out of the bag and says, “I guess I am wearing my gym panties today. Oh well, I’ll just shower again after work when I get home.”
Michael slowly regains partial consciousness when she whips him through the air, clearing out most of the glue fumes. He attempts to speak but in his high and half awake state nothing exits his mouth in time. Oblivious to her unwilling tagalong, Megan pulls the partly soaked and crusty panties tightly into place. Taking a seat on the bench, she knocks the air from his lungs with the hard impact and she slowly slips on some black ankle socks. Pressed incredibly hard into the wooden bench, Michael can only take small breaths. He can’t focus on anything other than the intense pressure that is quickly causing him to suffocate. She is casually humming to herself as Michael is going through complete and utter hell. Megan stands up just as he is about to pass out once more and scoops her breasts up into the bra. As she stood his body became a wedgie deep between her cheeks, his face smashed against her asshole. Forced to take long deep breaths, her panties acting as an unwanted filter for all of the air he receives. Each inhale is accompanied by the scent of unwashed musky ass, which is conflicting with what she just did. You would have a hard time convincing him that she did in fact even take a shower at all.
Right as he finally catches his breath, Michael starts screaming for help but it is in vain. Her thick cheeks swallow up all of the screams his tiny lungs can muster. He keeps screaming and tries thrashing but he can’t wiggle free from the resting weight of the two sandwiching waterbeds. Doing all he can to get noticed only serves to exhaust him. Megan, still humming, slides her legs into her jeans, tugging them up her thick thighs. Half way up her legs, she reaches back and pulls her panties from her ass and says, “These damn things always manage to creep up my fucking crack!” Trying to take advantage of his moment of being dislodged, Michael tries to cry out again. Being tired from the previous failed attempt he can only manage the equivalent of a hushed whisper. Busy wiggling the pants up her legs, Megan isn’t remotely paying any level of attention to her surroundings.
Getting her jeans up and around her ass she sighs and says, “I think I need to get some new pants! Those squats are working a bit too well.” She pops her head through her shirt followed shortly by her arms. Stepping into her shoes, Megan bends over and starts tying up her laces. Michael’s body is being tightly pressed against the back of her jeans, causing him to scream in pain. She quickly stands up straight, hearing the faint scream. His body is once again engulfed into her ass, turning into a massive wedgie. Michael’s screams are suddenly and completely swallowed up once more into his boss’s thick cheeks. Looking around the locker room, Megan, hearing nothing else, places her bag and clothes into her locker.
With a long deep sigh she walks out of the locker room and off to work, carrying an unknown passenger. As she walks Michael is being ground between her cheeks with each step. It’s not painfull like her sitting on the bench but he still sure as fuck doesn’t enjoy it. His one and only option is to just inhale the thick musky air and wait to be noticed, whenever that happens. Given that she hasn’t bothered to pull him out of her crack, Michael bets he will be back here for quite awhile.
Walking onto the main floor of the store, Megan begins to see if her workers are actually doing their jobs. Seeing the group of workers that entrapped Michael into her panties just standing around she says, “Dip shits, at least act like you are doing something for fucks sake! I shouldn’t have to hold your fucking hands and tell you to work every few seconds! Seriously, there is trash right on the floor in front of the five of you and no one has touched it!” Megan bends over in front of the group to grab the trash and accidentally gives them a great view of their handy work. Michael is twitching and screaming into her ass as her jeans compress his body hard. The group all can see his vague outline and have to actively fight off the urge to burst into tears. Hearing the quiet screams of her panty passenger she stands up, plunging him deep between her cheeks again. With an aggravated glare she says, “Did one of you dipshits say something?” They all choke back the laughter to mixed results and she continues, “Get to fucking work or get out! Understand or do I need to draw a fucking picture for you guys?” They all scatter in different directions to hide while they burst into uncontrollable laughter. Tossing the cardboard into the trash she says to herself, “Now where the hell is Michael? That fucker better be doing something even slightly productive!”
The next hour drags by at a snail's pace for Michael. Her cheeks have become slightly sweaty and is both good and bad news for him. Now he glides effortlessly and smoothly between her cheeks as she walks around but he is being coated head to toe in her ass sweat. Every single breath is awful and is only growing worse by the second. He already has to suck his air through her vile gym panties but now they are getting even riper. To top it all off, Megan lets out a long silent fart straight into his lodged face, causing him to gag and scream, knowing full well that none of his noises exit her cheeks. His lungs are filled well beyond capacity due to the force of the fart smacking into his defenseless face. Michael spends the next five minutes coughing, gagging, and screaming as she obliviously grinds his face against her moist crack like a washboard.
Another hour passes by and he can’t ever get used to it. Her stench is constantly getting worse and worse, never once dialing back its vileness. His hair is soaked with sweat and is starting to tangle up due to the constant grinding. Megan walks into her office and drops her ass down hard onto her chair. Michael screams in pain as his body is threatening to be smashed flat and into a bloody paste. His only saving grace is the softness of the cushion and the thickness of her ass. If either was harder he would have broken every single bone in his body. As she is seated every breath is a chore that he has to fight hard to achieve. Every once in a while one of the group that trapped him in her panties intentionally walks past her office to admire their handy work. Roughly every ten minutes she lets loose a meaty fart. Every single time Michael in turn screams and gags as he is forced to suck it all in, as it is trapped inside in her crack alongside him. The group members take great joy with each fart one of them hears, as they know Michael is thoroughly and unwillingly brown nosing Megan’s nasty crack.
The next couple of hours are spent in the office chair while she types away at her desk. He barely remains conscious throughout due to the lack of actual air he is able to breathe in. For every fart, he spends several minutes sucking in the barely breathable air that is thick and tainted with her unyielding stench. It is mostly a fight to clear the fart away so he can breathe ‘clean air’ and it’s a never ending and pointless uphill battle that he isn’t winning, just surviving and barely at that. At times he zones out, just staring blankly at the puckered ring his face is flush against. He is only snapped out of it by her wiggling her ass or giving him another fart to filter away, resetting the cycle once more.
She finally stands up from her chair, letting Michael breath her ever riper musk more freely. Megan walks off and into the break room, grinding the assumed wedgie deep between her swampy butt cheeks. Grabbing out some leftover chili from the fridge, Megan slides it into the microwave and poor Michael is clueless to the impending doom just on the horizon. As some other workers funnel into the breakroom the ones in on this ’prank’ are barely able to contain themselves at the sight of the boss heating up her chili, knowing full well how badly it interacts with her stomach. Taking it out of the microwave, Megan turns around to see half of the people in the room staring at her and she says, “What the fuck do you people want? Can I eat my food in peace without you fucks bothering me?” They all quickly avert their eyes as she exits the room, returning back to her office.
She plops back down at her desk and talks to herself, “Where the hell is Michael? Haven’t seen that fool for four hours. Another reason to fire his dumbass.” The air is knocked out of his lungs and he takes rapid short breaths, trying to not pass out. Although her comments hurt, he doesn’t have the time or energy to focus on her words. Three spoonfuls into her chili and her stomach is already feeling it. A deep low rumble resonates from inside her belly, sending Michael into a screaming fit as he realizes what’s coming. He tries thrashing again but he can’t even wiggle or make a single sound escape out of the all encompassing flesh prison.
Megan sighs loudly and lets out a long rumbling spicy fart, Michael begins screaming louder as a big portion of it flooded into his lungs. His screams go unnoticed as she keeps shoveling in spoonful after spoonful, making his situation worse by the second. After ten spoonfuls Megan’s farts start freely and near endlessly flowing out and into his helplessly screaming face. He is taking turns between coughing, gagging, and screaming as he slowly begins to fall limp from lack of oxygen.
Several spoonfuls later, Megan finishes off the chili and leans back in her chair and lets them fly with reckless abandon. He is growing extremely dizzy at the never ending flow of gas. Michael is no longer reacting to them as he slowly loses consciousness between her gas chamber of an ass crack. Five minutes of farts flow in and over his limp form before she stands up and walks back into the breakroom. The jiggle of her cheeks as she walks forces his body to take deep inhales. She spends a few moments washing the dish, her ass shaking vigorously with the scrubbing and that gives Michael’s body just enough air to bring him back to consciousness. With his face flush against her crack he slowly opens his eyes, tossing him back into this nightmare of his shitty coworkers creation. The people in on the ‘prank’ watch Michael’s imprint twitch slightly as Megan’s ass jiggles around with great satisfaction with their work.
Wiping her wet hands off on her jeans, Megan turns around and says, “Hurry up with your lunches and get back to work.” As she turns the group laughs quietly as they watch Michael being ground between her thick cheeks on the way out the door. Megan walks off and into the storage area to start taking inventory. Michael is grateful that she isn’t sitting down, still smells horrendous but at least he doesn’t have to work twice as hard for half the ‘air’. His gratefulness soon fates when she starts crouching down and bending over constantly. When she bends over or down he gets pressed hard into the tightened jeans causing him to scream in pain. They go mostly unnoticed as Megan is focused on counting and filling out papers. Every once in a while she does stand up and look around, trying to find out the cause of the quiet noises. When she stands his body is fully swallowed up, cutting off his screams and letting her carry on working.
This cycle continues for the next couple of hours until the store is getting ready to close for the night. Most of the workers are rushing out the door ten to fifteen minutes early as if Megan wasn’t watching each one of them leave before their shift concluded. She mumbles to herself, “Fucking morons, each one of them just lost their holiday bonuses.” Megan shakes her head and keeps counting and marking things off for the next half hour. She is the last person in the building to her knowledge so she walks around shutting off lights and grabs her duffle bag from her locker.
Locking up the building behind herself and arming the alarm, Megan walks out to her car and sits down hard on the car seat. Once again the air is violently ripped from his lungs, causing him to have to take short rapid breaths but this time every single breath is extremely thick, sweaty, and incredibly ripe. The rumble of the car seat only serves to shake out more thick farts for him to huff down as well as making his face sink deeper into her crack. Five minutes into the ride, Michael’s face is fully pressed into his boss’s sweaty asshole. All of the air he is getting must filter through her nasty gym panties and now pass over her sweat drenched rosebud as well. He spends another five minutes sinking even deeper until he is now relying on her gas as air for the rest of the drive. Michael hates every second of this but he knows he will suffocate if he doesn't inhale her farts so he gags his way through the longest fifteen minutes of his life.
He feels the rumbling come to a stop and hears her car door open. Megan steps out of her car and sighs while saying, “Damn, these panties never ride up this much! This is getting fucking ridiculous!” She reaches her hand down her pants and inadvertently pulls Michael’s face out of her asshole, allowing him to inhale some ‘clean’ air again. Readjusting her pants, Megan heads for the front door, smushing him deeply between her ever swampier ass cheeks. She unlocks the door and tosses her purse and duffle bag onto her couch and says, ”Damn, I really have to pee. I fucking hate using the restrooms at work. No one ever cleans for months at a damn time”
Megan takes a seat on the toilet and looks down between her legs as she begins peeing. Doing a quick double take, Megan sees a naked Michael glued to the ass of her panties. They both stare at each other, speechless about this scenario. She lets her panties drop to the floor and she lifts them up into the air, staring at him she says, “What do we have here? Pervy little bastard wanting to huff his boss’s ass stench?” Michael starts mumbling but can’t get any words out, so she says, “Oh dear little one, I am not mad, not even in the slightest. I just think this is quite the bold move.” He quickly mutters, “I…I didn’t do this myself, Megan. Some of the workers attacked and glued me to your panties against my will. I didn’t want any of this, I swear!”
Licking her lips with excitement, Megan says, “Oh that's even better! I always wanted a little plaything but most partners can’t handle my intensity. You can’t run away or do anything about it… this is going to be great! Well for me not so much for you panty boy.” A loss for words, Michael just stares at his boss while trying to process what she just said. He manages to shakily say, “Please Megan, I don’t want to do this ever again. It was the worst experience of my life.” A sadistic smile creeps across her face as she pulls her panties back up, giving her ass a smack she says, “Oh baby, that’s what makes it more fun for me. I would say you’ll learn to love it but you won’t. This is going to be great! I have a tiny person to play out my kinky fantasies on. Good luck, you’ll definitely be needing it, my little panty prisoner!”
PART 2
Running her finger between her cheeks, Megan pushes Michael deeper inside and says, “Well little one, I was going to take these nasty panties off and shower but that can wait a while. You and my grimey crack are going to become better acquainted. How about we start with some nice wet licks?” Michael, scared, angry, and confused screams many curses but not a single one breaks through her thick cheeks. After a few moments of not feeling his tongue against her asshole, Megan says, “You do realize I can make your life far worse than it already is. One way or another that tiny tongue will be lapping up my filth. Are you going to make me show you just how much I am not kidding?” She then grabs her right cheek and spreads it, waiting for the tiny response.
Screaming between taking deep breaths he says, “Lick your crack? It’s bad enough I have been made to huff from it for hours on end and sniff up your farts! No way I am licking that nasty fucking thing! Just please let me go! I won’t say a word…” Letting her cheek clap back into place, Megan sighs and says, “Enough of your bitching. You’re mine now and I don’t remotely care if you like it or not. You’re going to learn to do as I command either way.” Walking towards her bedroom, Megan tosses her pants inside and says, “You have five seconds to start licking or I squeeze you until I feel like stopping. 5…4…3.” Not wanting to lick her vile crack Michael refuses but his fear rapidly grows with every number that passes. Calmly, Megan finishes up her count, “...2…1. Okay Michael, you were warned. Here's some food for thought, no one will ever find you and there is no evidence of where you went. Everyone that knows your current predicament isn’t going to risk prison time to say what they did to you. No one is coming and you will be my ass slave until I say otherwise. I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon so you better start listening.” She plops down on her bed and squeezes her cheeks as tight as she can.
Micheal’s screams are impossible to hear and pain is immeasurable. He has been mashed sideways from the force of her cheeks, it feels like somebody dropped a semi-truck on his body. Somehow he isn’t dying but he sure as fuck wishes for it as this carries on for a full minute. The glue holding him in place is the only reason his bones didn’t all shatter all at once. Megan stands up and pulls her cheeks apart and says, “Still alive down there? If so, are you ready to follow my commands?” Weakly, Michael says, “Yes I am fucking alive. Megan, please don’t…” Her cheeks smack back together, entombing him once again and silencing his words. She walks into her bathroom and starts rumbling through her cabinets and says, “I didn’t hear an answer to my question, Michael. Are you going to lick the filth from my crack or repeat the cycle until you do? I don’t mind crushing you nearly to death all night long but I bet you wouldn’t be too excited about that. Do as I say and this will be far less painful for you in the long run. Keep refusing and the punishments only get worse and never ending until you eventually die, that won’t be for a long long time.” Picking up a bottle, Megan smiles and says, “So what will it be? Comply and serve or refuse and get long drawn out punishments until death.” She spreads her cheeks once more and awaits her answer.
After a few moments of silence, Michael chokes out, “Fine, I’ll do it. Could you at least remove the glue at some point soon?” “That’s what I was just about to say. Clean all you can reach and I’ll free you from the glue. That or I shove you back into my gym bag and get nastier and nastier until one of you falls apart,” Megan says with unnerving calm and confidence. Michael stares at the dimly lit crack of his now previous boss and closes his eyes and gives it one long lick. He starts gagging before he even finishes the lick but he just keeps going, holding on to the vague possibility of freedom. Lightly letting her cheeks close together, Megan says, “Good boy, do good and I’ll treat you somewhat decently. You are still an ass slave so don’t expect rainbows and butterflies.” Megan gets quite excited and says, “I have always wanted to do this sort of thing to somebody but always thought of it as being impossible! I have some really weird shit I have been dying to try out!”
Michael hates every second of this and even more so because it tastes far worse than the smell. After a few minutes, Michael stops licking as he has cleaned the third of her crack he can reach. Feeling the licking cease, Megan grabs a cheek and quickly says, “Better have a good reason for stopping, I was enjoying that little tongue in action.” Having to hold back every want and urge to scream many curses, Michael somewhat calmly says, “I stopped because I finished doing what you said. I licked everything clean that I could reach.” Surprised, she says, “Oh, knowing you, I was expecting much longer. At least I have finally found something that you don’t suck at! Never thought such a thing as even possible, Michael not being a total fuck up. I have to write this down for the history books.” Michael has to take a few moments to recover for that psychological slaughter he just endured. Finding his words once more, he says, “Megan, could you please remove the glue now? This shit has been burning and pulling painfully at my skin all day.” Megan dislodge him from her ass and lets the panties hit the floor with a soft thump then says, “Sure thing, I bet it hurt quite a bit. To be honest they could have used a much weaker glue to get the same effect with less pain to you. I doubt any of them gave it the slightest bit of thought given where you would be shortly after. It would just be a damn shame if you got an infection and died too soon.”
Megan grasps the band of the panties and whisks them into the air as she exits the bathroom. With a bottle of nail polish remover and cotton swabs in the opposite hand, Megan says, “I’ll try to not suffocate you with the fumes of the nail polish remover but you’ll probably pass out a few times. In short my tiny ass slave, this is going to suck. Even if I did care about being gentle I don’t think this could be done in any other way.” With that Megan tosses the panties on to her dining room table and keeps walking into the kitchen. Grabbing a few beers out of the fridge, Megan sets them down on the table before taking a seat in front of the panties. “I’ll turn on this little fan, that might help make this less lethal of an experience for you. Aren’t I just the greatest owner?” Megan sarcastically said right before she cracked open the first beer. Downing half the bottle in a couple gulps, Megan burps and says, “Hey, I believe I asked someone a question. Are you going to answer or just lay there like an ass and stare daggers up at me?” Visibly pissed off with an eye twitching, Michael badly fakes a calm tone and says, “Yes Megan, you are the… greatest owner.”
Smiling wide, Megan sadistically says, “Wise choice Michael. I was starting to think you must have wanted to remain glued to those nasty panties. Who owns you Michael, the ass slave?” Giving him an intense stare, Megan pokes his glued chest and says with the same sadistic tone,“ Pick your answer wisely, wrong choice and you’ll have at least two more weeks serving as the crack of these gym panties. Then after several weeks of being worn and shoved into a duffle bag, I’ll toss them into the washer. How long do you think you could hold your breath? For nearly an hour of tumbling around all while drowning the entire time? I highly fucking doubt that very much.” His face lets loose the angry expression and gives way for one of intense terror with every word that exits Megan’s mouth. Shaking only slightly due to the glues restriction of his movement, Michael starts breathing heavier and says, “You… you are my owner, Megan. Please don’t put me in the washer, I beg of you, Megan! I don’t want to be your Slave in the first place but I don’t want to die even more!” Finishing off the rest of that bottle, Megan says with a slight grin, “Starting to learn what’s what I see. Now be a good boy and shut the fuck up while I do this.”
Over the next couple hours, Megan while getting somewhat drunk slowly removes most of the glue stuck to Michael’s body. Even with the fan dispersing some of the fumes, Michael passes out multiple times throughout causing her to have to wait for him to recover. The constant stopping and waiting is incredibly frustrating but the drunkenness slowly creeping in keeps her semi tame. Megan smiles, happy with herself and smugly says, “Ah now where do I keep my little ass slave? Aside from the obvious place. You’d probably suffocate if I shoved you up my ass at night. I sure as fuck don’t trust you to not run away.” Picking him up off his previous prison by his leg, Megan walks into the kitchen. She searches through her cabinets in search of something and says, “Those fucks definitely ruined my favorite panties! I’ll take it out of everyone’s pay. I’ll buy like ten packages of them.” She continues babbling drunkenly, mostly to herself for the next couple of minutes of searching. “I fucking knew I had one laying around somewhere,” said Megan as she unscrewed the lid of a glass jar. Placing the jar on the counter on its side, she lightly drops Michael next to it and says, “I’ll give you a tiny bed and blankets if you climb inside yourself. Otherwise, I throw you in and you get to sleep on the cold hard glass.”
Hating his options and lack thereof, Michael takes a deep breath and climbs into the jar. He both hates and likes that he can comfortably stand inside the tipped jar. Really hammers in how fucked he is but at least it’s not too cramped inside his “bedroom”. Giggling to herself, Megan smiles wide and says, “Show me you are capable of listening and stay right there.” She walks across the kitchen and starts looking through a drawer for a moment. The thought of escape crosses his mind but given he is on a counter, very far off the ground it makes the plan impossible to execute. At the very least he would break both of his legs and most likely splat. Megan returns with the lid and a knife and says, “My little bug needs some air holes.” She tosses it onto the counter and violently stabs it a few times. His eyes go wide as she pierces the lid, not sure if it was a threat or just a simple action. Discarding the knife, Megan smiles and says slurred, “There you go, little bug! Hang on, you are going for a ride.”
Michael is thrust into the air as she grabs it up and lets it dangle at her waist. He is sliding from one side to the other, hitting either wall with every step Megan takes. Luckily it is more annoying than it is painful. After a couple dozen more steps, she plops the jar onto the bed. Michael winds up getting jumbled up quite a bit and lands on the side of the jar extremely dizzy. Tapping on the glass, Megan says slightly slurred, “I am going to shower. I’ll give you bedding when I get back.” Michael looks up at her, trying his best to hold back anger and slowly nods his head. She smiles then walks off to gather a change of clothes and he just lays down on the cold glass. Escape is on the forefront of his mind as pointless as attempting would be. The holes in the lid are too small and would just end up slicing him up badly on the bent jagged metal. Hopelessly, Michael elects to just wait and try to not piss the giant woman off.
After nearly an hour, Megan walks out dressed in loose fitting pajamas while drying her hair. She sits at the edge of the bed, causing him to get jostled around a bit. Megan reveals a small rectangle of foam and a similar sized piece of cloth then says, “Well it’s better than nothing. No bitching or you will have nothing, understood little bug?” Climbing to his feet, Michael somewhat calmly says, “Yes, I understand Megan.” With one hand she grabs the jar then the other starts unscrewing the lid as she says, “Very good! I like the sound of ‘little bug’, that’s your new name from now on.” She opens the jar slightly and slips in the bedding then says, “Now what do you say for this gift I have given you?” Tightening the lid once more, Megan holds the jar up to her face and gives him a sadistic little smile. Michael’s eye twitches and he slowly says, “Thank you for the bedding and the… new… name.”
Megan walks over to her dresser and opens up the top drawer. She scoots some of her panties to the side and wedges the jar amongst them. Kissing the top of the jar, Megan laughs a bit and says, “You better rest up, tomorrow will be a lot of fun! Good night little bug!” The drawer is then slowly shut, plunging Michael into pitch black darkness. He crawls around the jar until he finds his bed and then curls up on the foam. Michael pulls the cloth over his body and thinks to himself, “To think I wanted to make this bitch proud of my work! I don’t know what qualifies as ‘fun’ to this bitch but doubt I’ll be having any.” Even with his mind racing, Michael manages to fall asleep quite quickly due to today’s events.
(Skipping several hours later just as the sun begins to rise.)
His dreams are plagued with the asshole he has become far too acquainted with. Not even in sleep can Michael escape from his new life even for a second. His eyes slowly open as he hears music playing somewhere nearby. The inside of the drawer is dimly lit from light bleeding through the cracks. It is only at this point Michael notices that he isn’t only surrounded by panties. Randomly spread around the interior are different sex toys ranging in kinkiness and size. Light suddenly floods into the drawer, blinding him and causing him to cover his face. Squinting his eyes, Michael looks up at the topless figure of his new ‘owner’. It’s too bad she is fucking crazy otherwise this would have been quite the sight to enjoy.
With a tired smile, Megan says, “Okay little bug, today will be quite simple for you. All you need to do is stay quiet and get comfy. You’ll understand more in a minute, I’ll be right back.” In the blinding light Michael was unable to see what she grabbed out of the drawer before she walked away. His vision slowly acclimates to the sudden brightness over the next couple of minutes and he is hearing some weird sounds in the distance. It sounds like a power drill is being used somewhere well beyond his narrow sightline.
Megan returns to the drawer and says, “I am going to take you out of the jar and you better be on your best behavior. Remember no matter how bad you think it currently is, it could always get much worse. Are you going to be a good little bug or do I need to punish you already?” He looks up at her and sighs loudly then says, “I’ll be good Megan. No punishment will be necessary, I swear.” She unscrews the lid and dumps him out and onto a pair of black lace panties. Megan holding a buttplug unscrews the flat portion out of his sight. She places the other half on top of the panties and says, “Crawl inside for me little bug.” Not fully understanding what he is signing up for, Michael slowly crawls inside. Laughing loudly, Megan quickly and tightly screws the plug back together. He is still in the dark about what is going on currently and all he can see is two holes on either side of him. The space is just barely enough for him to lay flat, stretching from one end to the other.
She grabs a bottle of lube and rubs a healthy amount all over it then says, “Incase you haven’t figured it out, you are inside of one of my butt plugs. Where you currently are used to be where a vibrator slotted into. I even drilled two holes so you can breathe in fresh air and my gas.” She pulls down her panties and glides the plug around her ass until she feels it make contact with her crack. Michael goes white as a ghost as he looks through the hole above his head and sees the asshole he spent yesterday pressed against. He has no time to process the information she said before he hears Megan moan softly. Letting the plug flirt with her asshole, Megan says, “Enjoy your stay, I know I sure as fuck will!” Wasting no more time she shoves the plug deep inside her asshole and moans loudly for several seconds. After taking a few moments to collect herself, Megan then pulls back up her panties and keeps getting ready for the gym before work.
Michael on the other hand is having a far worse experience than yesterday and to boot is smelling the aftermath of her morning dump. It’s hard to tell if she didn’t wipe or if it’s just due to how deep he is rammed. With every step she takes he is bounced around to match the jiggle of her butt cheeks. At least for the moment he can see the light on the far end of the chamber and not a damn thing on the other. Within the first few minutes the inside of the plug is growing extremely humid and it’s only made worse when she pulls up her yoga pants, thrusting him into complete darkness. Giving the back of the plug a light push deeper between her cheeks, Megan turns around and looks over her shoulder at a mirror. With an excited and sadistic smile she looks at the now barely visible plug and says, “This is going to be the best gym visit I have ever had! I am feeling a little gassy as well, good thing I have my little bug to help with that.”
Right as she finishes talking, Michael feels a rumble reverberate through the plug. Feeling the equivalent of standing in a wind tunnel, he doesn’t hear the fart as it silently rushes through the plug. He starts screaming as all of the air that was once inside is chased out and replaced with a rancid eggy fart. This is far worse than all of yesterday combined. The fart now has a space to hold up in, forcing a large amount of it to have to pass through Michael’s lungs. Megan then begins lacing up her shoes as her little bug screams and gags. She can’t hear any of it which is probably working in his favor, due to the fact her only rule was to be quiet. The smell doesn’t begin to fade for the next ten minutes straight, causing him to cough and gag endlessly. He has given up on screaming altogether due to it just making him have to take even deeper breaths.
She tosses her bag with her change of clothes into the back seat and drives off. Michael is constantly in a state of lightheadedness, just enough air is mixing with the fart to keep him awake but just. The ride to the gym is hellish for Michael and quite enjoyable for Megan. Every bounce of the seat fires a jolt of pleasure through her body and occasionally forces a fart through his. The gagging never stops due to the ever present and constantly replenished stench. He barely even notices the car coming to a halt and Megan stepping out. She presses the plug deeper to make sure it is hidden between her butt cheeks before heading inside. Satisfied with her little bug's concealment, Megan enters and checks herself in at the front desk.
Megan decides to start out the day with a few miles on the exercise bike. Putting in her earbuds she plops down on the seat and accidentally jabs the plug deeper. Biting her lip, Megan fights off the urge to moan loudly while within earshot of several people. Taking a few deep breaths she begins looking through her phone for music. Michael’s body is completely dripping with sweat and the air feels like that of a dense jungle. Most of the previous farts have faded, leaving him in a somewhat more coherent state. He starts screaming and begging to be let out but with her earbuds in there isn’t the slightest chance Megan could hear him. Picking a playlist, Megan places her feet on the pedals and begins cycling.
Luckily, Michael is able to somewhat hold himself in place as her hips rock back and forth. Every little movement shoots pleasure through her insides as Michael is banging on the side of the plug while screaming. His begs and cries go completely unanswered save for the long wet fart that punches through the plug and across his unwilling body. Michael keeps banging the sides as he once again begins gagging on her shit fumes. She isn’t really noticing the farts being released due to the plug acting as a dampener, nearly completely silencing them. A large portion of the smell is being filtered away through his lungs and whatever is left embeds itself into the seat, making one hundred percent of the farts not her problem.
About a mile and a half into her cycling, Megan is interrupted by a light tap on her shoulder. Dripping with sweat at this point, she stops pedaling and removes an earbud. A woman in her mid thirties to forties gives a half smile and asks, “I know this is going to sound weird but I thought I heard screaming when I walked past you a moment ago. Was that your music or something?” Hiding her rage for her little bug, Megan sits back slightly, pushing him deeper inside and says, “Not for sure. It may have just been my music, I keep it pretty loud.” The woman blushes in embarrassment and says, “Yeah, I should have known that is what it was. Sorry for interrupting your workout with my odd question.” Faking a smile, Megan happily says, “Oh no worries, it was probably just a loud bit of music bleeding through and sounding weird. No harm done, have a good day.”
Not waiting for a response she pops her earbud back in and angrily begins pedaling faster than before. Megan waits for the woman to leave ear shot and quickly says, “You will pay for that later, little bug. You had one job and you couldn’t even stick to it. Such a fucking disappointment. If I hear anything else from either you or someone else about you, your punishment will only get worse.” She then lets out a long eggy fart and laughs a bit as she gets back into her workout. All of those pointless screams for it to stop, just to be rewarded with a nasty fart and promise of future punishment. Even as he uncontrollably gags Michael realizes just how stupid he must be. Laying in the bottom of the chamber he whispers to himself between gags, “All I had to do was be silent and get through the day. All I did was fuck myself over and earn more punishments on top of what I already had to do. Maybe I am just fucking idiot.”