"Michelle!" You would yell out as you entered the basement lab of your aunt. Weird contraptions and lights would cover every corner of the room as you ventured deeper inside. "Auntie, where are you!? I know you're in here somewhere" You'd yell once more as you approached her table, banging your fingers against it as you would hear a loud, ecstatic groan would be heard behind a door in the far end of the room, followed by intense, booming sounds of diarrhea and farting.
Michelle always had insane issues with her bowels, no doubt an effect of one of her previous experiments. As it would be impossible for her to hold herself for a minute without farting, most of the time followed by something even more sinister.
You would shrug and suppose you'd just wait for her here as you decided to have a seat on the leather-cushioned stool in front of her desk, noticing she had hung her underwear on the backrest of it, you quickly remembered she always removes her bottoms before using the bathroom. You would place your feet on the steel foot-rest. That's when you noticed the impressive butt imprint on the cushion, well, not all that impressive as only a small part of her butt actually managed to stay on the seat, no doubt the rest of her mammoth behind would drool down the sides.
Michelle's intense rampage on the toilet would continue as barrage after barrage of spewing wet farts would echo throughout the room, the wretched stench of her work would seep out from the tiny sliver between the door and the floor as it would reach your nose. Utter disgust would fill your face as you could have sworn your face literally turned green, the potent stench of your aunt's own waste was enough to kill a man as you slapped your hands against your mouth to force down the vomit which quickly bubbled up your throat. Swallowing, you would attempt to gasp for air, anywhere, as your head started spinning.
Time was of the essence, you had to get out of here or you'd surely throw up, or pass out. Your aunt's anal juices have never smelled this disgusting, perhaps the side-effect of another experiment. You spun around on the stool, attempting to hop off but instead accidentally breaking a filled vial on the table. The juices within would seep out and coat your elbow as you started to get a fever, your head burning up as your eyes turned dark.
You had passed out. But after just a few minutes, you woke up again.
"What the...!" You exclaimed as your eyes widened. Everything was gigantic. "That vial... It couldn't be!" But it was, a shrinking serum. You were now just a few inches tall, about 2 or 3 in fact. Looking around, you realized you were.
Choice 1: Stuck between a Butt and a Soft Place.
You had shrunk on your aunt's stool, managing to fall into a tiny hole in the exact middle of it as your entire body was confined and pressed together, preventing you from moving a muscle as only your head was poking out. You could only squirm and squeal as you heard your aunt's loud protest in the lack of toilet paper.
Choice 2: These won't fit you!
You had fallen into the used G-string which your aunt had hung on the backrest of the stool.
Choice 3: Experimental Treatment
You were lying on the table amongst many of your aunt's gizmos and inventions, as Mika was making her way downstairs.
Choice 4: The Gassy Duo
You had fallen onto the ground, surprisingly unharmed, while Sarah was making her way downstairs.
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