Dirty Work (M/f, farting, scat)

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Hey everyone, back for a second to drop this story. It was commissioned by Saxanas. Be warned though, they really like fart content so there's a lot of that in here, as well as a scene with poop. If thats what you enjoy, great. If not? Probably best to skip.

Of course it still contains my signature brand of torment for the little lady, though this one includes shrinking. So, without further ado, here is "Dirty Work". Enjoy!

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Shawn leaned against the brick wall outside the student union, hands twisting the strap of his backpack.

“Hey, Maddie,” he said, voice uneven. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go see a movie. Just us.”

Maddie shifted her books against her hip. Her skirt swayed as she turned toward him, a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Oh… Shawn.”

She paused, glancing at the floor before looking back up.

“That’s sweet of you to ask. Really. But I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His shoulders sank, and for a moment she almost wished she hadn’t said anything.

“You’re nice,” she added quickly. “But we’re just… different. You know? And I think you’d be happier with someone who gets you better.”

Shawn nodded, eyes darting to the side.

“Yeah. Okay.”

He ran a hand over his face and turned away toward the quad, backpack slung low as he walked away.

Maddie exhaled slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She hadn’t wanted to be harsh. But there was always something weird about Shawn that put her on edge. The way he kept to himself. The way he stared sometimes.

Her friends waved from across the walkway. She plastered her usual grin on her face and jogged to meet them, leaving Shawn behind.

Shawn slowed his steps, then stopped altogether.

He turned his head, watching Maddie jog across the walkway. Her friends laughed as she joined them, their voices bright, easy. Maddie’s skirt swayed with each stride, catching his eye as she walked.

Of course.

Why would she ever go for a guy like him?

Girls like Maddie never did. They wanted the jocks, the loudmouths with muscles and fake charm. The ones who fucked half the campus and still got treated like gods. They didn’t want someone quiet. Someone who noticed things. Someone who actually thought about them.

She’d smiled when she turned him down, but that smile had been fake. A pity smile. Like he was a little kid begging for candy.

Shawn’s jaw tightened.

He was pathetic.

Still, his eyes lingered on her ass as she fell into step with her friends. Her plump cheeks jiggled slightly with each step, the curve of her hips swaying hypnotically. God she was hot.

A week later, Maddie was walking across campus, the late afternoon sun slanting low through the trees.

The air was cool, crisp with the first touch of autumn, and students streamed past on their way to class or back to the dorms.

Shawn’s awkward confession was mostly out of her mind. It had been uncomfortable in the moment, but she’d brushed it off the way she always did with things that made her uneasy. A smile, a kind word, and then distance.

She hadn’t told her friends. It didn’t seem worth it.

Her blonde curls bounced with each step, catching the light in loose spirals. The snug sweater she wore stretched just slightly as she moved, hugging the soft swell of her breasts.

Her thighs flexed under the faded denim clinging to her legs, smooth muscle shifting as she walked, the round curve of her ass framed perfectly by her jeans.

She shifted her books in her arms and kept walking, eyes forward, her easy grin returning as she spotted a familiar face from the other end of the quad.

Before she could wave her friends down, something caught her eye.

At first, it was nothing—just the campus clock tower rising above the quad, its face glowing faintly in the late afternoon light. But the hands weren’t moving. She could’ve sworn they’d just ticked forward a second ago, but now they hovered in place.

Her gaze lingered.

The hands twitched. Not forward, not back—just… wrong. A stutter, like a skipped frame in a video. Then the minute hand bent, ever so slightly, the metal warping as though it had been sculpted from wet clay.

A chill scraped down her spine.

She blinked hard and looked away, but the world didn’t settle. The leaves above her shivered in perfect unison, every stem bending at the exact same angle. The laughter of her friends across the quad stretched thin, dragging backward like warped tape before snapping forward again, too loud.

Her breath hitched.

The air tasted of copper. The light fractured into angles that didn’t belong, slicing through her vision like broken glass. Somewhere deep inside her ears, she swore she could hear laughter. Her eyes tasted the sound of its amusement, sharp and citrus on her tongue.

And then she felt it—something vast pressing its attention on her. Not a person. Not even a presence she could name. Just… awareness. Immense. Ancient. Amused.

Her perspective twisted. Her thoughts were but not. She screamed, but no voice came, only the sound of her own terror folding back into her skull. Shadows bulged at the corners of her sight, shaping themselves into something almost like a figure—limbs too many, a face glimpsed in fragments, smiling where no mouth should be.

Her books tumbled from her arms and hit the ground with a crash that rang in her bones. Or maybe it was her that fell, her body slamming into the earth as the world devoured her.

When the distortion peeled away, Maddie was sprawled on her side in the grass.

The quad was vast, swollen beyond sense. Grass blades towered like trees, their edges serrated. Her sweater sagged awkwardly against her frame, and her shoes lay behind her like empty monuments.

Maddie staggered upright, heart hammering.

She was tiny.

The campus loomed around her like a hostile dream, every shadow twitching as though it watched her.

From her new perspective, the soundscape was overwhelming. Every footstep of passing students was a thunderclap, every laugh a booming roar. The faint hum of a distant leaf blower rumbled through the ground like an earthquake, shaking her knees. The air itself seemed heavier, vibrating with menace.

Shawn shuffled down the sidewalk, backpack straps digging into his shoulders. The quad was thinning out now—clusters of students breaking apart, laughter fading as people drifted back to dorms or class. He kept his eyes low, chewing at the inside of his cheek.

Sometimes he wondered if girls like Maddie even knew how easy they had it. They smiled, they laughed, and the world bent toward them. If he ever had that kind of power in his hands—if someone like Maddie were his—he wouldn’t waste it.

Then, without knowing why, he slowed. A prickle crawled at the base of his neck, as though the air itself had shifted. His gaze lifted, unbidden, toward the grass just off the walkway.

That’s when he saw them.

Books scattered in the grass. A sweater, crumpled like it had been peeled off too fast. Shoes, side by side on the edge of the walkway. Jeans twisted in the dirt.

He slowed, blinking. His first thought was that someone had been messing around, stripping for a prank. But there was no one nearby. Just the clothes, abandoned.

And then he saw her.

Tiny. Fragile. Naked.

Maddie.

His breath caught. She was barely taller than the length of his hand, standing there in the grass like some impossibly detailed doll. Her perky breasts heaved with each panicked breath, nipples hardening in the cool air, while her toned stomach quivered above the gentle flare of her hips. Her blonde curls clung wild around her shoulders, her skin pale against the shadows.

From her view, his approach was apocalyptic. Each step sent ripples through the ground that jolted her legs. His shadow spread over her, swallowing her in cool darkness. She pressed her arms tighter across her chest, trembling as his gaze fixed on her.

“Shawn!” Her voice was small, impossibly high-pitched. “Oh my god—please, you have to help me! Something happened, I don’t know what’s going on—”

She ran toward him, stumbling through the blades of grass that reached her chest. Every stalk whipped against her skin like a branch. Her tiny arms wrapped tight across her body like they could hide her. Her voice cracked with desperation.

“Please! Please don’t just stand there—help me!”

Her foot snagged on a bent stalk and she pitched forward, catching herself on her palms. For a second she was down on all fours, ass raised high as she scrambled for balance. Her round ass cheeks parted slightly, revealing the soft pink between her thighs, while her breasts dangled and swayed beneath her. The ground vibrated with his approach, sending shockwaves up her arms.

She scrambled back up, cheeks streaked with dirt and tears. Her curls fell into her face as she looked up at him again, shaking her head frantically.

“Please, Shawn—”

Shawn crouched slowly, lowering himself until his face loomed above her. His shadow stretched over her as his heart pounded in his chest. His eyes locked on the shivering detail of her body—the rise and fall of her stomach, the trembling of her thighs, the tears glistening on her cheeks.

She looked up at him, trembling. Begging.

Shawn’s lips parted, but no words came.

His mouth was dry. He’d lost count of how many times he’d jacked off thinking about her—her soft tits, those pouty lips, the way her ass swayed when she walked. But this… this was unreal. He never could’ve imagined seeing her like this for real, trembling and naked in the grass, small enough to fit in his hand.

It was better than any fantasy, because it was impossible.

Then her voice cut through his haze.

“Shawn, please—”

Her tiny voice cracked, and it snapped him out of his trance. He blinked hard, breath catching in his throat.

“Shit—yeah, wh-what happened to you?” he stammered, eyes darting to the clothes scattered in the grass. He scooped up her books and jeans in a shaky motion, stuffing them under one arm before reaching down.

His hand hovered, then closed around her.

Maddie sobbed as his fingers wrapped her up, her body hot and fragile against his palm. She squirmed, clinging to her own arms, tears streaking her face. From her view, his hand was a cage of flesh, the scent of his skin filling her nose, the boom of his pulse surrounding her.

“I don’t know!” she wailed, her voice a shrill, broken sound against his skin.

The feel of her was overwhelming. Every tiny shift—the brush of her thighs, the warmth of her stomach against his hand, the frantic rise of her chest as she breathed—sent sparks racing through him.

Shawn rose, glancing around. No one had noticed. The quad was nearly empty.

He held her close to his chest, shielding her trembling form as he started toward the parking lot. His heart thundered with every step.

By the time Shawn reached his car, her sobs had dulled into hiccups. Naked and shivering, she twisted in his grasp, arms crossing over her chest, thighs squeezing tight together.

“What am I supposed to do?” she whispered, her voice so faint he almost missed it.

“We could… I don’t know. Call someone,” Shawn muttered distractedly, fumbling for his keys. He pulled open the driver’s side door, tossing his backpack into the backseat.

“Who would we call that could help with this?!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation.

“I don’t know,” he said again, his tone flat, half-hearted. “Maybe the government or something.”

She gave a small, broken sob, hugging herself tighter. Her head shook quickly, curls bouncing wild around her shoulders as more tears spilled down her face.

He slid into the seat, the leather creaking under his weight. The silence between them stretched as he shoved the key into the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

Shawn glanced down, his throat dry. Without thinking, he shifted her into his lap, setting her lightly against the fabric of his shorts. Her small body pressed against him as he reached for the wheel, her bare skin shifting with the vibrations of the car.

Maddie’s tiny hands clutched at the fabric beneath her, her legs curling instinctively together. Her breath caught as she settled onto him, her soft weight moving with every turn of the wheel, every subtle shift of his thighs beneath her.

The drive to his house was silent except for the faint hitch of Maddie’s breath. Every so often a sob broke free, high and trembling, before fading back into the steady hum of the car.

She curled against herself, knees pulled in tight, blonde curls spilling over her face. Her eyes squeezed shut, lips moving soundlessly, a desperate prayer that this was all some nightmare she would wake from.

She didn’t notice.

Every bump in the road lifted her, shifted her, set her tiny weight pressing against him in new ways. Each delicate jolt rippled through Shawn’s lap, her bare skin brushing fabric and heat, her thighs flexing as she tried to steady herself.

He gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles pale.

His cock stirred beneath her, hardening by degrees with every rise and fall of the road.

At first he forced his thoughts away, eyes locked on the blur of trees outside, but the sensation was impossible to ignore. Her trembling body bounced soft against him, and his pulse hammered faster each time she settled back down.

She had no idea. She was too distraught, too lost in her panic to realize the effect she was having. Her tiny breaths shuddered, her body curled small, her hands gripping fistfuls of fabric for comfort—all while his cock hardened steadily beneath her, swelling under the delicate weight of her body.

Shawn swallowed hard.

He shifted in his seat, adjusting her slightly in his lap, willing himself to focus on the road instead of the heat building between them. He tried to ignore it. Tried to remind himself that she needed his help, that she was terrified and helpless and depending on him.

But every brush of her thighs, every unconscious shift of her hips as she tried to balance, sent another shiver racing through him. He clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes forward, the battle waging quietly in his chest as her soft body trembled against him.

Shawn pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. His hands lingered on the wheel, knuckles pale as his pulse thudded in his ears.

Maddie shifted in his lap, every slight movement a reminder of her soft skin against him. She hugged her knees tight to her chest, blonde curls spilling across her shoulders as she stared at the floorboard.

“Come on,” Shawn muttered. His voice cracked, rough with nerves. He slid her carefully into one hand, closing his fingers around her trembling form before stepping out of the car.

The late afternoon light was fading, shadows stretching long across the cracked pavement. He hurried up the steps and pushed into the house, shutting the door with a hollow thud that seemed far too loud in the empty space.

Maddie stirred in his palm, tiny hands clutching at his thumb.

“Shawn, please—can you just… give me something to wear? A towel, anything?” Her voice was brittle.

He glanced down at her, throat dry. Her curls clung wild around her flushed cheeks, her breasts rising and falling fast with each breath.

Her nipples stood erect from the chill, pink and pert, while her hips curved invitingly even in her curled position. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to shield herself, but it only framed the soft curve of her hips more clearly.

“Y-yeah. I’ll… I’ll figure something out,” he muttered, but he didn’t move to cover her. Instead, he carried her through the living room, past the dim glow of his TV, and set her gently on the coffee table. She staggered on the polished wood, looking smaller than ever against the vast empty space.

His mouth was dry. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his shorts, and the sight of her didn’t help.

“I just… need a shower,” Shawn said. “I’ll be right back.”

Maddie hugged her arms around herself, watching him retreat down the hall.

The bathroom door shut with a hollow thud.

The shower hissed to life. Steam blurred the mirror as Shawn braced himself against the sink, his breath ragged and uneven.

What the fuck was happening to him?

He stepped under the spray, water crashing hot against his skin. But the heat didn’t clear his head—it only sharpened the ache burning in his cock.

He’d been lonely for so long. Years of rejection, one after another. Every girl he ever worked up the nerve to ask out gave him the same pity smile, the same soft let-down. Like Maddie. Like he was nothing but an awkward boy playing at being a man.

And every time it happened, he sank deeper. Into his room. Into his screen. Into the endless parade of porn tabs, cam girls, forums full of fetishes he never admitted out loud. He’d jacked off to every flavor of it—tiny women, roleplay, and other fantasies too weird to ever say aloud. Fantasies he told himself he’d never act on.

His fist closed around his cock, stroking slow at first, then harder. His hips jolted forward under the spray.

But now—now she was real. Maddie. Naked. Small enough to hold in one hand. Her little tits bouncing as she ran through the grass, the way her ass had stuck up when she tripped, the helpless squeak of her voice when she begged him to help. She was begging for him even now, and the thought of it—her voice tiny and high, body squirming in his hand—made his balls ache.

He groaned, head tilting back against the tiles. Water streamed down his chest, mixing with the sweat on his skin.

It was impossible. Better than any porn, any fantasy. She was right there, trembling in his palm, soft and helpless. And she needed him. Needed him.

He stroked faster, his cock thick and slick under his grip. His jaw clenched, a low grunt breaking past his lips as the thought of her tiny cries, her desperate begging, echoed in his ears.

Years of frustration, rejection, and shame poured out of him in every furious stroke.

And all he could see behind his eyes was Maddie.

His groans echoed off the tiles as he stroked harder, water splashing at his feet.

Out in the living room, Maddie sat curled on the table, shivering. The house felt cavernous, shadows stretching long across the walls. She hugged her knees to her chest, pressing her face into them as she tried to block out the distant sound of rushing water—and the faint, muffled grunts she prayed she wasn’t hearing.

Her stomach twisted. She wanted to scream, but her voice cracked and failed, swallowed by the empty house.

All she could do was sit there, naked and exposed. Her lips trembled as she whispered to herself.

“Please, someone… please…”

Later that night, Shawn lay stretched out in bed, the glow of the TV flickering across his face. Some late-night sitcom played in the background, laugh track rattling through the quiet room.

On the pillow beside him, Maddie shifted restlessly. She was bundled in the towel he’d tossed her after his shower, the fabric swallowing her like a robe but doing little to hide the gentle curves underneath. It bunched at her hips whenever she moved, riding up just enough to flash the smooth slope of her thigh. Her curls spilled across the pillow in a messy halo, catching the light each time she stirred.

She’d noticed the bulge in his shorts earlier, when he’d walked back from the bathroom with his hair still damp. Pretending not to see it had been her only option. She hadn’t dared say anything, but the image gnawed at her, sharp as glass. She hoped he’d gotten it under control. She hoped. But unease clung to her chest, refusing to let her sleep.

The TV was too loud, the canned laughter rattling the air. The bed dipped under his weight, his steady breathing far too close. She curled tighter, hugging the towel to her chest.

Shawn shifted on the mattress, his hand drumming restless against his thigh. He couldn’t focus on the TV—his eyes kept dragging back to Maddie. Each subtle twitch of her thighs beneath the towel, each shiver that made the fabric slip lower on her shoulder, reeled him in.

He’d tried to drain it all out in the shower, his fist pumping until his legs shook, until he came again and again under the spray. But even with his cock sore, the ache wouldn’t fade. Not with her here. Not with her curled up on his pillow like a doll wrapped in a bow.

Every thought circled back to the same image—her body in his hand, small and perfect, sliding up and down his cock. It was so vivid, it felt less like fantasy and more like memory.

He swallowed hard, the laugh track blurring uselessly in his ears. His pulse hammered in his throat, blood rushing hot through his head.

Why was he hesitating?

She’d turned him down. Not kindly—she’d pitied him. Given him that fake smile that cut deeper than any insult. And all for what? So she could keep chasing some jock who barely knew her name.

But now—

Now she was here. Helpless. Fragile. Naked beneath that towel. And no one else in the world even knew she was in his room.

Shawn’s cock throbbed, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. His fingers flexed on his thigh, restless.

What was stopping him?

He slid a little closer on the mattress. The springs creaked under his weight, and Maddie flinched. Her eyes cracked open, bleary and wide, her voice a fragile whisper.

“Shawn? What are you doing?”

Her words only made his cock twitch harder. He didn’t respond, only scooting a little closer.

Maddie sat up quickly, clutching the towel to her chest. Her hazel eyes darted toward him, wide and uncertain. She wrapped the fabric tight around her body, as if the thin cotton could shield her from the way he stared.

“Thank you… for saving me,” she said softly, voice trembling. “But I… I need some space.”

Shawn didn’t answer. His eyes dragged over her, heavy and unblinking, and Maddie hugged the towel tighter, the thin fabric bunching against her chest.

Her breath hitched. “Shawn, please,” she whispered, sharper now. “Go to your side of the bed. Just—leave me alone.”

He let out a shaky laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. “Space,” he muttered. “That’s all anyone ever wants from me, isn’t it?”

Her brows knit, confusion flickering across her face. “What?”

“You think I don’t notice?” His voice was low, ragged. “The way you looked at me when I asked you out. Like you were some kind of princess. Like I didn’t matter.”

“Shawn—”

“You smiled. You always smile. But it’s fake. Every time. Every girl.” His voice cracked on the last word, anger and shame bleeding together. His hand clenched on the sheet, knuckles white.

Maddie shrank back, her curls spilling wild around her face. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“But now you need me.” His eyes burned into her, the heat of them making her throat tighten. “Now you’re here, in my bed, and I’m the only one who even knows.”

Her pulse spiked, pounding so loud she swore he could hear it. “Please,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t do this.”

Something in him flickered, the last fragile thread of restraint fraying as his hand lifted from the sheets.

Before she could react, his hand shot out. Thick fingers clamped tight around her waist, crushing the towel against her sides. Maddie squealed, legs kicking in a blur, tiny feet smacking hard against his knuckles.

Her towel slipped loose as she thrashed, creamy tits bouncing, plush ass quivering in his grip. Her thighs trembled, soft flesh straining against the pads of his fingers as she twisted furiously.

“Stop it! No!” she shrieked, her voice high and panicked. Her small fists pounded his hand again and again, nails scraping his skin. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, breasts jostling wildly with every struggle.

He hauled her upward in one swift motion, hoisting her until she was level with his eyes. Her hair spilled messily over her face, strands sticking to tear-wet cheeks.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his breath catching.

She was a perfect, squirming doll—warm, soft, alive in his palm. The sight of her completely naked, helpless and fighting, sent a raw hunger tearing through him. It had been there since the moment he found her in the grass, a whisper at the edge of his thoughts. Now it roared.

“No—please!” she sobbed, kicking wildly, her bare feet beating against his skin. Her hands clawed at his knuckles, desperate, frantic. “Put me down, Shawn! Put me down!”

But his grip only tightened, his eyes drinking her in, the hunger swallowing every last scrap of restraint.

With his free hand, he yanked his shorts down.

His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, and fully hard, the tip glistening with a bead of precum that pulsed with each throb of his heartbeat. Maddie’s hazel eyes widened at the sight, her lips parting with a panicked gasp.

“No! Please, don’t do this!” she cried, voice cracking.

Shawn ignored her, jaw tight as lust consumed him. Nothing else mattered. Not the impossible way she had shrunk, not how she had begged him for space. All that mattered was the need burning in him, and the tiny, perfect body trembling in his hand.

He brought her close, guiding her squirming form toward the swollen head of his cock. The slit oozed another fat droplet, thick and clear, pulsing in rhythm with his breath. With a firm press of his finger against the back of her head, he pushed her face directly into it.

Her cries cut off instantly.

A glob of precum smeared across her features, slick and warm, clinging to her curls, her skin, her tiny mouth. Maddie thrashed, arms and legs flailing wildly as she tried to pull back, but his grip kept her steady.

“Ohhh fuck,” Shawn groaned, his whole body jolting from the contact. It was better than any fantasy he’d ever had, the soft squirm of her face against his cockhead making his vision blur with heat.

He held her there, letting her face soak in the wetness. Every panicked squirm only tightened his grip, every muffled gasp sending sparks racing up his spine.

Maddie fought desperately. Each breath only dragged in more slick fluid, filling her nose and mouth until her lungs burned. She clawed at his shaft, her tiny hands slipping helplessly on the cum-slick skin. Her legs kicked frantically, growing weaker with each second, her chest heaving as her body begged for air.

At last, Shawn relented. He eased the pressure from the back of her head, pulling her back just far enough for her to gasp.

A ragged, choking breath burst from her lungs, thick strands of precum spilling from her lips as she coughed and sputtered, tears streaking her face.

Shawn didn’t give her a moment longer.

His breath came rough and uneven as he shifted her in his grip. His fingers clamped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides as he dragged her down the thick length of his cock.

Her soft curves molded to him perfectly, her tits flattening against the hot underside, her hair sticking where precum already smeared her face. He groaned, rolling her tiny body against the swollen shaft, savoring the way she kicked helplessly against him.

Maddie gasped, choking on the heat radiating into her skin, her eyes wide and wet as her cheek ground along a pulsing vein. “No—stop, please—” she sobbed, her voice breaking as he stroked her up again, sliding her along the slick surface.

“Fuck, Maddie,” Shawn rasped, grinding her harder. “You feel… so fucking good.”

Each pass smeared her body wetter, until her thighs, her stomach, even her hair gleamed with his precum. Her breasts bounced against him with every stroke, nipples catching along his shaft, leaving faint trails that made him shudder with each drag.

Her tiny fists pounded against him, useless. The heat of her breath spread across the ridge of his cockhead each time her face brushed past it, her lips parting with a muffled cry that sent sparks racing down his spine.

His strokes quickened, her body whipping up and down in his grip. Every frantic sob, every kick of her legs only made his cock throb harder. He pressed her face against the slick crown again, grinding her mouth into the slit, smearing her lips in precum before dragging her back down in another stroke.

“Oh god,” he groaned, his voice breaking as the pressure coiled tight in his gut. “I’m… fuck—I’m gonna—”

He slammed her tiny form against the swollen head and held her there. His cock twitched violently, the first hot surge bursting free with a guttural groan.

The thick jet exploded across her face, forcing past her lips and splattering over her hair, her tits, her stomach. Maddie gagged instantly, choked by the sudden flood as it poured down her throat and drenched her body in heavy ropes.

Another pulse followed, then another—each eruption stronger than the last, painting her in sticky white until she was drenched, her tiny frame nearly lost under the sheer volume.

She coughed and sputtered, eyes squeezing shut as streams ran down her chin, dripping from her breasts, trailing over her trembling thighs. Her belly swelled tight under the relentless flood, her weak hands clawing at the mess, trying in vain to push it off.

Shawn groaned through clenched teeth, hips jerking as wave after wave left him. He ground her harder against his slit, forcing her face into the spurting crown, watching as she choked and writhed under the heat of his release.

Finally, as the last shudder wracked his body, the torrent slowed to a dribble. He exhaled raggedly, cock still twitching as he pulled her back to look at her.

Maddie’s chest heaved violently, her lips parted, cum drooling from her mouth in thick strands. Her hair clung to her skin in sticky ropes, her body slick and glistening, her stomach visibly distended from the load he’d forced into her.

“Fuck…” Shawn muttered, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. His thumb stroked over her cum-slicked cheek, smearing it deeper into her skin. “Look at you.”

His lips curled into a slow grin.

“You’re mine now, Maddie,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “And I’m not letting you go.”

For the next few days, he kept her tucked away in his dresser, nestled in the soft folds of an old sock when he wasn’t using her. Every time he opened that drawer, her tiny body would flinch, eyes darting up at him in fear. He always grinned, plucking her out like a favorite toy.

Sometimes he stroked himself with her again, dragging her slick body up and down his shaft until he emptied on her gasping form.

Other times, he just played with her—his thick fingers groping her soft tits, pinching her tiny nipples between thumb and forefinger until she squealed. He loved watching her tiny breasts bounce in his palm as he spanked her, sharp little smacks that made her jolt and cry out before he soothed the sting by rubbing her ass with his thumb.

Each time he put her back, she was shaking and sticky, her hair matted, her chest heaving. But he always knew she’d be ready again the next time he wanted her.

One afternoon, after a long day of classes, Shawn sprawled out on the couch, kicking off his shoes and letting his body sink into the cushions. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled it open, stuffing her down into his boxers, snug under the heat of his heavy balls. The elastic snapped back into place, sealing her in.

The humid heat and musky air closed around her as his sack settled over her like a smothering blanket.

Maddie thrashed beneath the weight, her tiny fists pounding against the damp cloth, but the heavy mass pressed her flat, her face buried in the wrinkled skin. Each lazy shift of his balls smeared warmth across her cheeks and chest, grinding her deeper into the sticky fabric while his cock loomed above her like a thick, pulsing ceiling.

Shawn sighed contentedly, flipping on the TV as if she weren’t even there, ignoring her muffled cries. Every so often he shifted lazily, grinding her deeper into himself, her breasts flattening against the warm flesh while her hips bucked uselessly in the cramped pouch of his underwear.

Then, one night, after another rough session where he rubbed her helpless body raw against his cock, a wicked thought struck him.

Before Maddie had ever come into his life—back when all he had was porn—he’d always lingered on anal scenes. He’d never tried it himself, but watching a girl take it had always made him twitch with need.

Now, with Maddie squirming in his fist, glistening with his precum, face pressed to the swollen head of his cock as she whimpered… he realized he finally had the perfect toy to try it out.

A slow, hungry grin spread across his face.

Shawn pulled her from his cock and turned her over in his hand, her cum-slick hair plastered to her cheeks, her body twitching with exhaustion. He brought her lower, toward the curve of his ass, until the puckered hole waited for her.

Her eyes went wide.

“N-no, not there—please, not there!” she cried, her voice cracking.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered, grin widening as he lined her up. “Right there.”

He pressed her toward his puckered hole. The skin was hot, faintly musky, the bitter scent of sweat and his own careless hygiene clinging heavy in the air. Maddie gagged instantly, thrashing in his grip.

“No! Please! Don’t—don’t make me—!”

But Shawn only groaned, grinding her face against the tight ring. The resistance made him twitch, his cock swelling at the sheer wrongness of it. Her muffled screams only fed him.

He pushed harder, smearing her face across the rim, taking his time rubbing her tiny features against the puckered flesh. Each flinch, each wriggle of disgust, only made him throb harder.

“Fuck,” he hissed, shoving her head forward. “You’re gonna go in, Maddie. Every inch.”

It wasn’t easy. The tightness fought him with every push. But he didn’t stop—pressing, grinding, twisting her little body against his asshole until the tip of her head began to sink inside. Maddie wailed, her voice muffled as the musky heat swallowed her face.

Her arms flailed wildly, legs kicking in shallow, frantic bursts as he forced her deeper. Tears streamed down her slick cheeks, mixing with the sweat and filth smearing across her skin.

Shawn groaned, his body shuddering at the sensation. “Ohhh fuck… you feel that, Maddie? You were made for this.”

He held her steady, savoring every second of her muffled cries, her head buried against his asshole as he clenched around her. The humiliation, the torment, the sheer struggle of her tiny body squirming against him—it all sent shivers racing up his spine. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed again, feeding more of her face into the tight heat.

Shawn pressed harder, his asshole straining against the shape of Maddie’s head. The resistance only made him throb harder, his cock twitching as sweat trickled down his chest.

Maddie’s screams turned raw and ragged, her fists pounding helplessly against his rim as her face sank deeper into the musky heat. The tight ring stretched wide, trembling against her features before swallowing her whole.

Her shrieks cut off in an instant, swallowed by the hot, suffocating darkness. Only muffled cries remained, strangled and broken, vibrating weakly against his flesh.

“Please! It hurts! Stop!” she wailed, her voice now trapped inside him, every word a faint buzz against his rim.

Shawn groaned, twisting her tiny body to wedge her tighter against the hole. The stretch made his breath catch, sparks of raw pleasure shooting up his spine. He pressed down with both hands now, forcing her shoulders through inch by inch.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, teeth clenched. “Get in there… all the way in…”

The tight flesh swallowed her shoulders with a wet pop, squeezing around her chest. Maddie’s legs kicked violently, her heels drumming against his palm as she tried to claw free. Her body writhed and bucked, but his grip was merciless.

He shoved again, grinding her torso deeper, smearing her tits across the wrinkled ring until they vanished inside. Maddie’s muffled wail broke into a garbled sob as the slick pressure crushed around her.

The musky heat enveloped her, slick with sweat, sticky with the faint, bitter grime he hadn’t bothered to clean away. It clung to her skin, filled her nose and mouth until she gagged.

“Ohhh fuck, Maddie,” Shawn moaned, eyes rolling back. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me…”

Her hips disappeared next, the tight ring sucking at her waist as if desperate to keep her. Shawn pushed steadily, savoring the sight of her squirming legs kicking helplessly in the open air.

“Almost there,” he groaned, stroking himself with his free hand as he forced her thighs against the puckered rim.

Her muffled shrieks rose higher as the ring stretched wide around her ass, then clenched hard as he shoved again. Her thighs vanished with agonizing slowness, her knees pressed tight together as they slid inside.

Only her calves and tiny, flailing feet remained. They kicked furiously, toes curling, soles slick with sweat. Shawn grinned, panting, pressing a fingertip to her feet to toy with her one last time.

Then, with a final grunt, he shoved them in.

The rim closed tight, sealing her completely inside him.

Shawn shuddered violently, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. His cock twitched hard, drooling precum down his shaft as he sat there, trembling, savoring the sensation of Maddie’s entire body squirming inside his ass.

“Ohhh… fuuuck…” he groaned, head falling back, sweat dripping down his temples. “You’re mine, Maddie. All mine.”

Inside, Maddie was drowning in filth.

The stench was overwhelming—thick, sour, musky, a rank odor that coated her throat and lungs with every desperate gasp. Sweat dripped from the slick walls pressing in on her, mingling with the foul residue that smeared her skin, sticky and bitter against her lips.

She couldn’t move without rubbing against it. Every frantic twist of her body only dragged her tits, her thighs, her face across the hot, wrinkled flesh that held her tight. The heat was unbearable, suffocating, as though she’d been shoved into a furnace that reeked of sweat and shit.

Her hair was plastered to her face, clumped with slime. Each time she tried to scream, her mouth filled with the rank taste of sweat-soaked skin, leaving her gagging on the filth. Her fists pounded uselessly against the pulsing walls, her nails scraping for purchase, but every strike only made the muscles squeeze tighter around her.

Shawn wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping hard, his whole body trembling as Maddie thrashed inside him. He could feel every frantic kick, every desperate twist of her tiny limbs, the way her fists beat frantically against his insides. Each movement sent a ripple through his gut that made his asshole clench tighter around her.

“Fuck, you’re perfect in there,” he groaned, stroking himself faster. “So fucking tight… squirm for me, Maddie…”

Her muffled screams vibrated through his body, a buzzing pressure that only made him moan louder. His fist blurred along his shaft, smearing precum down the thick length as his thighs quivered.

The pressure built fast, unbearable, his balls tightening as his whole body arched. With a guttural grunt, he exploded, hot ropes of cum splattering across his stomach, his chest, soaking the sheets beneath him.

“Fuuuck—Maddie!” he roared, shuddering violently, his asshole clenching around her as he pumped the last dribbles from his twitching cock.

Panting hard, he slumped back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling in heavy bursts. Sweat dripped from his hairline, his body buzzing with aftershocks. He let his hand fall away from his cock, smearing cum across his thigh without caring.

Inside him, Maddie still struggled weakly, muffled cries rising and falling as she fought for breath. Shawn just sighed, closing his eyes. The steady, desperate wriggle of her body inside him felt almost like a massage, rocking him toward sleep.

His head lolled back. For a moment, he drifted—just floating in the haze of release, his cock twitching lazily against his stomach.

Then it slipped out of him.

A low, wet fart rattled from his ass, vibrating directly against Maddie’s body.

Her reaction was instant. Her muffled scream shot up an octave, her frantic kicks doubling in strength, her whole body thrashing violently inside him. The vibrations of her panic lit his nerves on fire, made his cock stir all over again despite how drained he felt.

Shawn blinked, a grin curling on his lips. “Ohhh… shit. You like that, huh?”

Another chuckle rumbled from his chest as he ground his hips against the mattress, savoring the renewed frenzy inside his guts.

“Goddamn, Maddie… you’re gonna make me hard again.”

The fart hit her like a train.

It burst through the cramped space with a violent vibration, a hot rush of air that blasted over her body. The noise rattled through her skull, the stink hitting her nose like a physical blow. She gagged instantly, choking on the rancid heat, tears streaming down her cheeks as her lungs seized.

Her body convulsed, legs kicking wildly, arms thrashing in frantic bursts. The smell was so thick she could taste it, burning the back of her throat, coating her tongue. She sobbed into the suffocating dark, her voice muffled to nothing by the fleshy prison clamped tight around her.

Every second was torture. Every breath was filth. Every wriggle only smeared more of the grime across her body until she felt coated in it, saturated with Shawn’s stink, his sweat, his careless filth.

And outside—she could hear him. His low chuckle, his groan of pleasure, the faint wet slap of him stroking his cock again. He was enjoying this. Enjoying her torment, her humiliation, her suffering.

Her nails clawed at the slick walls, her voice breaking in one last muffled scream.

“Please… please, let me out…”

But all that came back was the heavy thrum of Shawn’s laughter, vibrating through the flesh that trapped her.

He teased her with another deliberate fart, clenching to build the pressure before releasing a sharp, sulfurous blast that made her ears ring and her body spasm in revulsion, her muffled wails buzzing against his insides as he stroked himself harder, the dominance of controlling even her air turning him on.

After a long while, Shawn finally spread his cheeks and reached back, fingers pinching at Maddie’s slick ankle. She kicked weakly as he tugged her free, her body sliding out of him inch by inch with a wet squelch.

She was a mess.

Filthy, soaked in sweat and slime, her skin streaked with the brownish residue of where she’d been. Strands of hair plastered to her face, eyes swollen and red from crying, she coughed and gagged as fresh air hit her again. Strings of slick clung to her body, dripping down his palm as he held her up.

Maddie blinked against the sudden bright light of his room, chest heaving in ragged sobs. She wept uncontrollably, her tiny fists trembling as she tried to wipe her face clean and only smeared the filth further.

Not even a week ago, she’d been just a girl—living a normal life, going to class, hanging out with friends. Now she was used as nothing more than an anal toy.

Shawn leaned back against the pillows, grinning as he watched her unravel. The power, the control—it was intoxicating. Her helpless sobbing only made his cock twitch, still wet and half-hard against his thigh.

Seeing her squirm in his palm, naked and trembling, knowing she had no way out, knowing she didn’t even get the dignity of being treated like a person anymore—it was bliss. She was an object now. A plaything. His.

But the stink clinging to her was too much for even him. He didn’t care about her—she was nothing but a toy—but the mess she carried out of him was too foul to keep touching.

“Christ, you’re disgusting,” he muttered, chuckling as he stood and carried her toward the bathroom.

He set her in the sink, turned on the faucet, and pumped a blob of soap into his hand. She tried to scramble away, but his fingers pinned her easily. He scrubbed her down with firm, careless strokes, dragging the suds across her tiny body, rinsing away the filth clinging to her skin. Maddie whimpered and gasped, shivering from the chill of the water, her chest still hitching from sobs.

He didn’t bother being gentle. He rubbed until she was raw, flipping her in his palm to scrub every inch, his thumb grinding soap into her tits, her ass, her hair.

When he was satisfied, he rinsed her clean and shook her dry like a ragdoll. She lay limp in his palm, damp hair sticking to her cheeks, her sobs quieter now but no less desperate.

Shawn carried her back to his room, opened the drawer of his dresser, and dropped her inside.

“Get comfortable,” he said with a smirk, sliding it shut.

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Heres part 2 because of the site's character limit.

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After the first week in Shawn’s dresser, Maddie had learned the rhythm of his days—the thud of his door closing when he left for class, the creak of his mattress when he dropped into bed, the muffled clink of the dresser drawer sliding open whenever he wanted her.

She hated herself for how carefully she listened.

The drawer was her prison, lined with socks and boxers that reeked faintly of him. Too high to climb, too smooth to scratch her way out. Every time she curled against the fabric, her skin prickled with the memory of what he’d done to her—his cum still a taste she couldn’t wash away, the heat and stink of his ass burned into her senses.

She prayed constantly, whispering to herself in the dark. For her family. For her friends. For rescue. For God to wake her up from this nightmare.

And on that day it seemed her prayers were answered... the drawer hadn’t shut all the way.

The thin crack of light was like fire in her chest. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribs as she stared at it. It was stupid. Dangerous. But she couldn’t not try. She shoved her body against the gap, straining until her shoulders ached. At first nothing. A shot of terror burst through her—what if it wouldn’t open? But then—the wood shifted with a groan.

It gave.

Maddie tumbled out, landing hard on the carpet below.

For a moment she just lay there, chest heaving, disbelieving. Then she scrambled to her feet—tiny soles slapping against the floor, hair whipping across her face as she sprinted.

The door loomed ahead. Freedom. Salvation. It didn’t matter that she was small. It didn’t matter if she could find a way to grow again. Her family’s faces lit up in her mind, their arms open, her bed warm and safe. Tears blurred her vision as she ran harder, lungs burning.

She was so close.

Her hands smacked against the bottom crack of the door, nails clawing at the seam. She shoved her body into the narrow space, wriggling, sobbing, whispering between gasps.

“Please… oh God, please…”

And then—two enormous fingers pinched her waist.

She shrieked as she was dragged backward, yanked up so fast the room spun. The door shrank beneath her, her hope shattering as she kicked and punched against the air. Her scream ripped raw from her throat as Shawn’s grip closed around her, inescapable.

Shawn looked at Maddie as she twisted and writhed in his hand. He’d been in the bathroom when he heard the faint rattle of the dresser drawer.

He’d quickly finished up and watched as Maddie managed to wedge the drawer open and slip out.

He was going to snatch her immediately, but the sight of her bouncing ass and trembling thighs as she sprinted across the floor made him pause. More than that, it was the sheer desperate hope burning on her face. It made his cock harden at the thought of ripping it away.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Maddie,” he said with a bright smile. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

He was about to tug down his pants and stroke himself with her again when a wicked thought crossed his mind.

He hadn’t flushed the toilet yet.

Shawn strolled into the bathroom and lifted the lid of the toilet, revealing the soggy, clumped mound sitting there. A faint sour tang hung in the air. He looked down at Maddie, and her trembling turned violent as she realized what he meant to do.

Her voice broke into frantic cries. “No, no—oh God, please don’t!”

Her words cut off in a strangled gag as Shawn shoved her down, face-first, into the pile of shit. The damp, sticky mass smeared over her skin instantly, matting her hair and clinging to her mouth and nose.

He pushed harder, burying her body up to the waist, her legs kicking helplessly above the pile.

Maddie gagged and choked violently, her sobs interrupted by the foul clogging her throat, the sticky mess dragging against her tits and stomach, coating her lips and cheeks until she could barely scream. Shawn grinned, grinding her deeper, savoring her muffled panic.

Inside, Maddie was drowning.

The shit clung to everything—hot, sticky, rancid. It smeared over her face and hair, matted against her lashes, packed into her mouth and nose until she couldn’t breathe. Every gasp only dragged more of the foul, spongy mess into her throat, choking her, coating her tongue in a bitter, sour film.

Her skin crawled where it touched her. It wasn’t just sticky—it was slimy, damp, clinging to her tits, her stomach, her thighs. Every desperate thrash only ground it deeper into her curves, pressing foul wetness into every crease of her body.

The stench was unbearable. Thick. Heavy. A sour, musky reek that filled her lungs and burned her throat. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the filth smearing across her skin until she felt saturated with it, soaked through.

She gagged and choked harder, tiny fists hammering at the enormous hand holding her down. Each breath rattled, half-swallowed, and every attempt to scream ended in a gurgled, wet retch. Shawn’s grip was immovable, pressing her deeper into the revolting heap. Her muffled screams dissolved into broken sobs, swallowed by the feces caking her lips and filling her mouth.

Every second was torment. The suffocating heat, the stink, the slime—she could feel it seeping into her pores, soaking her hair, sticking between her legs. She sobbed harder, gagging and retching, thrashing until her body ached, until she had no strength left but to tremble and wheeze against the foul, clinging mass.

Above her, Shawn’s laughter rumbled, deep and cruel. He was enjoying this. Enjoying her suffering.

And Maddie realized—she wasn’t just his toy. She was his trash.

At last, Shawn eased his grip and pulled his hand away. Maddie collapsed forward, legs kicking wildly as she tried to crawl out of the sticky mess. Her tiny feet slipped and smeared through it, thighs trembling as she squirmed and gagged, coughing through the filth.

He just watched her, grinning. The way her body writhed, smeared and glistening, was almost too much. His cock twitched, already hard, already aching.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger.

He wrapped his fist around himself and began to stroke, eyes never leaving her. Every kick of her legs, every muffled, gagging sob that rattled her chest, sent another jolt of pleasure through him. He pumped faster, precum slicking his shaft as his breathing grew ragged.

Maddie coughed, gagged, and retched, dragging herself forward an inch at a time, only to slip back into the mess. Her arms shook from exhaustion, her body filthy and soaked. She was a picture of helpless ruin—and it made Shawn’s spine tingle with electric delight.

With a guttural groan he came, hot ropes of cum spilling across her back, her hair, her tiny heaving shoulders. Thick strands clung to her, dripping down her sides, sticking to her already-smeared skin.

She froze at the impact, gagging through a broken sob as his release coated her.

Shawn's chest rose and fell as he watched his cum drip down her ruined little body. His grin widened.

Later, after he had thoroughly washed her off, Shawn held the traumatized Maddie in his hand. She was trembling, skin scrubbed raw but still faintly smelling of him. He was still pantsless, a lazy drip of cum leaking from the head of his cock.

“Now what did we learn?” he asked, mocking.

She didn’t answer. She only shook in his palm, eyes vacant, her lips pressed together in silence.

Shawn sighed dramatically. "Oh, now you’re making me feel bad, Maddie. Well, never let it be said I don’t take care of you.”

He carried her to the dresser. On it sat a leftover chocolate chip cookie, wrapped in a napkin. He picked it up, then casually wiped his cock across it, smearing it with streaks of cum.

He then shifted his grip, holding her close to his ass and releasing a deliberate fart right over the cookie, the hot, pungent gas wafting over it and making the treat reek of his musk.

“Here you go,” he said with a grin, dangling the cum-streaked cookie in front of her.

At first Maddie didn’t move, too dazed. But the smell hit her—sweet, warm, real. For the past week, all Shawn had fed her was a steady diet of cum. He’d force her head to the tip of his dick, flood her throat until her little belly rounded with the load, her body bloated with the salty sludge. Hours later she’d vomit it back up, retching weakly as he laughed.

This… this was food. Actual food. Her chest hitched as tears welled in her eyes. Then hunger took over.

She lunged at the piece, snatching it with both arms, dragging it to her mouth. She didn’t care about the white glaze streaking it, didn’t care about the salty tang smeared across the dough. She didn't care about the foul, lingering fart stench that made her gag with every bite.

She just shoved it down her throat, gnawing desperately, sobbing as the sweet taste filled her mouth.

She tried not to think about the cum. She tried not to think about the stench. She tried not to think about the shit she’d been shoved in. She focused only on the taste of the cookie, her first scrap of real food in a week.

And Shawn watched her devour it, grinning, his cock already stirring again.

He leaned back against the dresser, watching with fascination as Maddie tore into the cookie like an animal. She didn’t chew properly, just stuffed hunks into her mouth, coughing around the crumbs, clawing for the next bite before she’d even swallowed the last.

“Look at you,” Shawn chuckled, stroking his cock slowly as he watched her. “Not even a week ago you were still trying to hold on to that little princess dignity. Now all it takes is a cookie and you’re drooling like a stray dog.”

Maddie whimpered through her chewing, but didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Her empty stomach screamed louder than her shame. She licked at the crumbs sticking to her hands, desperate not to waste a single speck of sweetness, while Shawn’s cum smeared across her chin and lips with every bite.

He pumped his shaft lazily, precum glistening on the tip. “Pathetic,” he muttered with a grin. “But entertaining.”

By the time she’d devoured the last chunk, she was shaking, crumbs clinging to her skin. She looked up at him, breathing hard, eyes shining with unshed tears. For one fragile moment, the hope flickered again in her expression—hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d give her another.

Shawn dangled a second cookie between two fingers. Maddie’s eyes locked on it instantly, her lips parting.

“You want this?” he asked softly.

She nodded, tiny, frantic.

His grin widened. “Then earn it.”

He pressed her down against the curve of his cock, grinding her body along the slick shaft. Cum smeared across her skin as he stroked with her, dragging her up and down while she sobbed and twisted in his grip.

“Keep working, Maddie,” Shawn murmured, voice thick with arousal. He raised the cookie higher, just out of reach, watching her strain toward it even as he used her body to pump himself off. “Show me how much you really want it.”

Her tears streaked her cheeks as she choked out broken whimpers, every word muffled by his hand forcing her along his cock. She tried to reach for the cookie, but he held it aloft, just smiling down at her frantic, desperate little form.

“Funny,” Shawn said, stroking faster. “You forget your dignity so quick when your stomach growls. Guess it’s true what they say… everybody’s got a price. And yours is a cookie.”

Shawn smirked, watching her tiny body slide up and down his shaft. Her desperate little hands still stretched for the cookie dangling just out of reach, her lips parting as though she could taste it already.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and cruel. “Devouring crumbs like a rat. Begging for more the second you finish.”

He gave his cock a firm stroke with her squirming body, precum smearing her stomach and thighs as she whimpered.

“Guess it’s true what they say,” he drawled, holding the cookie higher. “Give a mouse a cookie… and she’ll be begging for your cum.”

Shawn laughed, sharp and delighted at the way Maddie sobbed beneath the words. Her shame didn’t slow her frantic effort—her legs kicked, her chest heaved, her arms flailed for the sweet prize as he used her like a toy.

Every stroke sent a jolt through his body, every muffled cry spurred him on. Watching her break so completely, watching her hunger crush what was left of her dignity, made his cock throb in his fist.

Her hair clung in damp strands to her face, stuck with his precum. Her tiny, naked body twitched with each stroke, chest heaving, thighs trembling as he dragged her helplessly up and down his cock.

Shawn paused, shifting his grip. He set the cookie down on the dresser with a casual thud, freeing his hand to reposition her. Peeling her off his shaft, he spread her legs between his fingers, pinning them wide so her cunt aligned perfectly with his swollen tip.

Maddie shook her head frantically, arms pushing weakly at his hand. Her wide, tearful eyes locked on his cock, terror etched across her face as she realized what was about to happen.

With a low groan, Shawn pressed her down and came.

Hot, thick jets burst into her tiny body, flooding her womb. Her scream broke into gagging sobs as her belly swelled under the pressure, round and taut with his cum. The sticky heat spilled out between her thighs, soaking her legs and dripping onto his hand as her body convulsed.

He watched, grinning, as her abdomen bulged obscenely, as her arms and legs shook in exhausted spasms, her sobs reduced to faint gurgles.

Then, with a satisfied sigh, Shawn tugged up his boxers, tucking her inside. She was still quivering, her swollen belly pressed snug against his cock, smearing his shaft with cum.

Only then did he pick the cookie back up from the dresser. He took a big bite, chewing lazily, his eyes half-lidded with afterglow.

“Not bad,” he said around a mouthful, smirking as he patted his cock through the fabric, feeling her weak squirming trapped inside.

Days bled into weeks.

Shawn wasn’t dumb—he knew if he wanted to keep his favorite toy around, he had to take care of her. Food. Water. Sleep. Not because he cared, but because without them she wouldn’t last, and he wasn’t about to lose the best thing he’d ever had.

He fell into a routine.

Every morning he woke up with her in his fist, using her tiny body to jack off. When he was done, he made sure to aim into the little plastic food bowl he’d bought for her as he came.

Once it was filled with hot and sticky cum, he’d cut up some fruit, a few chunks of meat, maybe a vegetable or two, and mash it all together.

At first Maddie had refused, gagging at the sight of the disgusting mixture. But after two days of nothing, her hunger won. Now she ate every drop, her face tight with shame as he watched her choke it down.

Sometimes he’d reward her with something sweet. A square of chocolate, a candy, a piece of cookie.

He liked to keep it tucked in his underwear, pressed against his asshole all night while he slept.

It was uncomfortable for him, sure, but watching her recoil when he offered it in the morning—seeing that flicker of revulsion collapse into desperate desire as she finally gave in and devoured it—was always worth it.

After breakfast came her daily hiding place. With a grin, Shawn would slick her up and push her inside his ass before heading off to class.

Inside, Maddie could only sob.

His flesh twitched and flexed with every step, every shift of his stride. When he stopped to talk, she felt the walls tighten, squeezing her like a vice. The heavy, musky stench clung to her with every breath, clogging her nose and throat until she gagged helplessly.

The worst were the farts—hot, sudden bursts of air that blasted over her, making her ears ring and her stomach lurch. By the time he finally sat down in a lecture hall, it was unbearable. The crushing weight above her pressed her into the pulsing heat of his body, her chest barely able to rise.

Every hour felt like a lifetime.

During class, Shawn would often shift in his seat, releasing casual farts that rumbled through her prison, the wet, echoing sounds vibrating her bones while the sulfurous stench coated her skin, forcing her to choke and writhe, her reluctant squirms only pleasing him more as he smirked, knowing she was enduring his dominance even in public.

When he got home, he always pulled her out and cleaned her off. Then came playtime.

Shawn would lounge on his bed with Maddie in hand, pinching her tits between two fingers, pressing them into her chest as she whimpered. Sometimes he’d test her pussy with the tip of his pinky, smirking as her body writhed in his grasp. Other times he’d flip her over and smack her tiny ass, laughing at how her whole body jolted with each sharp flick.

On lazy nights he’d just set her on his gaming chair, then lower himself down.

The crushing weight pinned her flat beneath him, her cries muffled under his ass. Each rumble of gas sent her choking, trapped in the stifling heat and stench while he played for hours, headset on, barely sparing her a thought.

Some evenings, as he studied for an exam, Shawn would sit at his desk with Maddie in his palm.

Casually, he'd turn her over, his thumb and forefinger rolling her perky nipples until they hardened, her breasts jiggling softly in his grip while she whimpered. He'd grin at her helpless reactions, her tummy quivering under his touch as he absentmindedly played with her curves, her hips bucking weakly against his skin, all while flipping through his notes.

For Shawn, it was perfect. A balance of care and cruelty. Enough to keep her alive—just enough—while breaking her a little more each day.

A month had passed since Maddie’s life had been stolen and stuffed into Shawn’s dresser.

Her world was a cramped box of socks and underwear, the fabric always faintly damp with his sweat, the air stale with his scent. He’d given her a “bed”—a ragged piece of sponge from the kitchen. Its sour, chemical tang clung to her skin, rough against her knees as she knelt on it night after night.

Her body was unrecognizable. Once-soft blonde curls were now uneven tufts, hacked away after an impulsive Shawn decided her hair tickled too much whenever he shoved her inside him. The girl who had smiled in school photos, who had sat laughing with friends under summer sun, was gone.

In her place was something small, trembling, stripped.

Maddie pressed her palms together, lips moving in a hoarse whisper. “Please… please, God, send someone. My mom, my dad, my friends—anyone. I don’t understand. I was good. I was loved. Please…”

Her voice broke, the words dissolving into sobs.

The bitter stink of him still lingered in her mouth from that morning’s “session”—her face crushed against his rim while he held her there, savoring her gagging. The memory made bile crawl up her throat, but she swallowed it down, knowing there was nothing else in her stomach except the cum-soaked apple slice he’d forced her to choke down afterward.

The drawer was dark, but her mind was darker. Every prayer felt like screaming into nothing. The life she had before—her soft bed, her mother’s warm hug, the glow of her phone screen late at night—was a memory she could barely hold on to anymore.

All that remained was the boy she’d barely noticed in school, who now held her entire existence in his palm.

She didn’t know that Shawn was listening.

He lay sprawled on his bed, earbuds dangling loose, a stream playing quietly on his phone. But his attention wasn’t on the screen. A cheap spy mic he’d clipped inside the drawer crackled softly, carrying every broken word she whispered. Her prayers washed through him, raw and trembling.

His cock hardened at the sound. It wasn’t just porn. It was better. It was hers—her desperation, her hope, her refusal to let go, even now. He loved it. He loved knowing he could crush it any time he wanted.

With a grin, he slid the drawer open.

The sudden spill of light made Maddie flinch, arms snapping around her chest, eyes wide and wet. Her shorn scalp gleamed under the lamp.

“Shawn!” she gasped, panicked. “I-I wasn’t—”

“Praying?” he interrupted, voice dripping with mock sweetness. He tapped the sock in the corner where the mic was clipped.

“I heard every word. All that begging, all that hope. Cute.” He leaned closer, his eyes hard. “But God’s not listening to you. I am. And I like you right where you are—on your knees.”

Her face went pale, lips trembling as fresh tears welled. “No… please, don’t—”

But Shawn only chuckled, pinching her waist between two fingers and lifting her effortlessly from the drawer. Her legs kicked uselessly, her little fists pounding against his hand, while his hot breath rolled over her trembling body.

“Don’t what?” Shawn tilted his head, lips curling in a grin that made her stomach drop. “Don’t be your new god?”

His voice was playful, sing-song almost, but the edge in it was sharp. “You keep crying out to someone who’s never coming. Maybe it’s time you started worshipping something a little closer.”

He lay back on the bed, muscles shifting under his skin as he tugged his boxers down. His cock rested heavy against his thigh, half-hard and twitching, and just below it his fingers spread apart the soft, dark crease of his ass. The puckered ring winked at her as he lowered her slowly in his grip.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “No! Shawn, please—not again!” Her fists beat at his fingers, but they felt like iron bars.

He only chuckled, amused by her panic. The sour stench of sweat and musk wafted up to her, choking her before she was even close. Every nerve in her body screamed to fight harder, but his hold was unbreakable.

“Time to pray properly,” Shawn said, grinning wide. “Go on. Say it—‘Oh, great Shawn’s asshole, please save me.’” His tone shifted to a high falsetto, a mockery of her voice.

Maddie’s head whipped side to side. Tears streaked her face as she choked, “Please… I can’t…”

“Begging’s good,” he murmured, his grin softening into something more dangerous. His cock had thickened fully now, rising as he watched her squirm.

“But you know the rules, Maddie. You want food tonight? A warm bed? Anything other than that dark little drawer?”

He pressed her down, the heat of his skin rising up to meet her. “Then show your god some love.”

The rim touched her face—hot, damp, and rank. She retched, body convulsing, but his fingers held her steady.

“Lick,” he ordered, voice low and even now. “Or you get nothing.”

Maddie’s mind screamed. She hated him—the smugness in his eyes, the way he had stripped her survival into a ritual of humiliation. But her stomach cramped with hunger. She remembered the last time she refused, how the world went dim and her body trembled with weakness. She couldn’t die here. Not like this.

Her mother’s face flickered through her thoughts. Her sister’s laugh. She forced her lips to part. She forced herself to live.

With a broken sob, Maddie’s tongue slid out. The taste hit her instantly—bitter, sour, a film of salt and sweat that clung to her mouth like grease. She gagged, trying to turn her head, but Shawn’s fingers pinned her there, pressing her face harder into him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure as he began stroking himself with his free hand. “Pray to it, Maddie. Make it nice and wet.”

Her tears mixed with the slick warmth as she licked, each stroke of her tongue a fresh crack in what little dignity she still had. Her prayers no longer rose upward; they curled inward, whispered bargains to survive one more day, one more humiliation.

Above her, Shawn’s breath thickened, his hips shifting as her tiny tongue moved against him.

Then a deep sound rumbled in his gut. Maddie’s eyes widened in horror just before a rush of hot, foul air erupted against her face. The stench was sulfurous, choking. Her scream came out muffled and wet against his skin as she thrashed, her lungs convulsing with the foul gas.

Shawn’s laughter shook his chest, his cock jerking in his hand. “Oh, shit—sorry, princess,” he choked out between laughs. “Guess my ass is answering your prayers!”

He pressed her back in, letting a smaller puff of gas ripple over her. Her muffled wails vibrated against him, making his cock twitch harder.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, stroking faster. Her panic, her disgust, her body convulsing in his grip—it was a current running straight through him. He hadn’t planned it, but her reaction was exactly what he wanted.

He held her there, making her keep licking through the lingering stink, until his cock twitched and he came with a guttural sound, thick ropes spattering across his stomach. Maddie’s face was still pinned to his hole, her body trembling as she sobbed against his skin.

Finally, he pulled her back. She coughed and retched, spitting desperately, but the taste clung to her tongue like a stain she couldn’t wash away.

Shawn dangled her before his face, still grinning. “Good girl. You earned dinner.” He dropped her back into the drawer, tossing a cum-slick grape beside her. “Eat up. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow’s prayers.”

Maddie curled into herself, hugging her knees as she stared at the grape.

Her stomach cramped, screaming for food, but her soul felt hollow. She whispered another prayer—barely a breath, more reflex than hope—while Shawn’s presence filled the room. The taste of him lingered in her mouth, a cruel reminder of what her world had become.

Over time, Shawn established more rituals to cement his dominance. Before every meal, Maddie had to kiss his rim and thank him for her "gift," her lips trembling against the puckered flesh as he watched, often rewarding her compliance with a teasing fart that left her gagging while he laughed, her reluctant submission growing as survival forced her to comply, hating herself more each day.

Months slipped by, and slowly, the world forgot about Maddie.

Her friends whispered for a while, her parents cried until their eyes were dry, but eventually they accepted what they thought was the truth: she had run off, chasing some private dream she hadn’t shared with anyone. People shook their heads, muttered about wasted potential, and then moved on.

“She’s at peace now,” her mother would say sometimes, half to herself.

“Wherever she is… I hope she’s happy.”

What no one knew was that Maddie wasn’t at peace at all. She hadn’t gone anywhere far. She was still here, living in filth and torment, trapped in Shawn’s grasp and used in ways she never could have imagined.

Shawn had her in his hand one evening, slick with sweat and cum, her soiled little body trembling as he pushed her face toward his gaping, putrid hole. Her muffled sobs were lost in his laughter.

“No one’s coming for you,” he whispered, eyes shining. “No one even remembers you. All you’ll ever know now is my body, my smell, my cum.”

The world presumed she was safe. But inside his room, her ruined face was pressed tight against the reeking rim of his asshole, screaming as he slowly fed her back inside.

Outside, life blossomed for Shawn. With Maddie hidden in his dark hole, he was empowered to become someone new. His confidence surged. He smiled more, dressed better, even went on dates with women who giggled at his jokes and touched his arm with interest.

None of them knew his secret.

And when he was alone again, that secret always waited for him.

Sometimes he tucked Maddie down into his underwear and felt her twitch against his balls. Sometimes he stroked his cock with her limp, filthy body until she was glazed and gasping. Sometimes, and most often, he simply stuffed her into his ass and clenched tight, savoring her frantic squirms until sleep took him.

Every day she begged, every day she struggled, and every day Shawn reminded her she wasn’t a person anymore. Just his toy.

The world would never know. Her parents would keep hoping, her friends would keep guessing, but Maddie’s adventure had ended the day Shawn claimed her.

She wasn’t at peace. She wasn’t free.

She was a plaything in the dark, muffled in stink and filth, her screams echoing only inside him.

And Shawn? He had never felt more alive.

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I'm not into scat stuff at all, (I just skip those parts) but holy hell do I love all the rest of all this.