"Mmm, keep going butt boy. You need to earn so...so much with me."
Eyes wild, your ministrations continue on knowing that any slowing of your tongue work could lead to a worse fate by far. This wasn't being done to escape Chelsey; her finding you was all the evidence you need to know there is no way of escaping her. When it came to her, you'd always end up with just two endings. There was running until she catches you and then there was just giving into whatever she wants. And right now, you know that she wants you to pamper her ass literally. Being the gutless yet intelligent wimp that you are, you immediately start listing all the things you can do. First of which would have to be...
"Oh, I just thought of a potential name for you! I think my little 'butty' might work! What do you thin-ah~."
Opening your jaws as wide as you possibly can, you try to fit as much bratty butt flesh into your mouth and slowly run your face up and down. You run your teeth, gums and tongue...anything that might degrade you as much as possible and be felt by Chelsey. The cheek you were having an intense makeout session with responded in kind and attempted to fill as much of your piehole with itself as possible. Judging by the shivering of skin you feel through your lips, you think the tongue and teeth were having the most effect. Revising your strategy, you begin to slowly open and close your mouth "chewing" into Chelsey's flank steak. Not enough to pinch and potentially hurt Chelsey (oh god no) but just enough to really stimulate the nerves. You're small so you need to work extra hard just to be felt.
Meanwhile Chelsey was feeling you just fine. She had slid her body slightly forward so that she can rest her chin on her fuzzy pink princess pillow and was struggling to hold in a moan. God, she knew this was the right decision. Force him into a "life threatening" scenario, manhandle him a bit and emphasis her ability to end him if she so chooses...and her little gofer would always pull through. She knew the truth of the method of his shrinking; he was as close to an "inanimate" object as a person could become. His chances of dying were low...but he didn't need to know that and if his efforts continue to impress like this, he will never know.
Concentrating, she feels what she has to assume is your little mouth ravaging her ass crack. This knowledge sends shivers through her body and the following revelation that you were doing this not out of some perverted pleasure but out of a sense of survival...well, it was time to stop waiting. She had been teasing her clit for the past minute or so and her pussy was waiting to be indulged. Lining up a couple fingers, she plunges in and begins what she believes will be her best masturbation sesh yet. Her hips soon begin to match her own "finger painting" rhythm...
Around you, you feel your world begin to lightly rock in a gentle, repeated motion. Forward and back...you haven't a clue what this could indicate but experience tells you that you're not finished. Not by a longshot. Continuing to inhale Chelsey's ass cheek into your gaping mouth, you try to move your arms and legs in powerful, concentric circles. You flex your fingers and toes into "claws" so that they'll act as a sort of bumpiness during your massage. You buck your hips up and down to alternate the pressure around you. This has the fortunate effect of causing more shivering...but you can't help but feel your position become more tenuous in her dark crevice. It seems you've begun to slide...
"Ah...ahaha, butt munch~. Good-nnf-work. You're...you're turning out to be an 'ass'et after all." Struggling to keep the domineering tone in her voice, Chelsey was beginning to be impressed by your work. How many limbs did you have down there? It really felt like you had an extra arm or leg what with the amount of buttflesh you were managing to stimulate all at once. In NO WAY would she tell you this but it was just another positive affirmation of all her effort to catch you.
...judging by your shifting position, Chelsey thinks you may have another trick up your sleeve.
Your entire body is in constant motion and, despite the lack of air, you feel energized enough that you feel you can keep this up for a bit. Questions of how with such little oxygen within her ass canyon do not enter your grey matter; all that's there is the desire of continuing to please Chelsey. A pleased Chelsey is easier to anticipate and survive against. An angry one...let's not visit that line of thought quite yet.
Your thoughts racing in this manner continue to distract you from your slow but steady plummet deeper into Chelsey's butt cheeks. It's not till you feel your hands brush up against a more bumpy, wrinkled surface that you notice your potential doom. Before you laid Chelsey's darkest dungeon...and you had teased it with your clawed fingers. Suddenly, your surroundings harden pressing what precious air is around you away from you and out of your lungs. Your cheeks squish, your lips purse comically and your limbs fold at odd angles. Despite this, nothing breaks...but the rock hard slabs of ass cheek prevent you from moving. One hand still manages to be held against the epicenter of Chelsey's rear, however...
Chelsey closed her eyes, anticipating the moment you would make contact with her rear entrance...and clenched as hard as she could to hold you there. God, she needed a moment to prepare. She didn't want to let loose the fact that she finds anal play stimulating; this was meant to be a moment where you're totally uncertain of what's going on and desperately come up with your own solutions. So far, that had been going well...almost too well. Maybe this was fate for her new butt toy? The thought pleased her immensely. With her gluteus muscles starting to ache from the intense flexing, she finally relaxes and feels your descent once more...wait, was that your...?
As the walls of ass surrounding you relax, you begin sliding onward. The pressure had rendered you tenderized and you provided no resistance to your slide. Soon enough, your own face was laid against the wrinkled orifice of your nemesis. Chelsey's asshole. Jesus, was there really no other way...? Would you really stoop this low just to survive? This would, in all likelihood, be the lowest point in life for you...having to directly WORSHIP the puckered, pink asshole of your number one enemy in life. Your eyes were locked on it, half lidded with disbelief and...resignation. Chelsey's own dark star was more powerful and confident than you were. You were too afraid of dying and the only thing standing between you and death was...kissing up to a butthole.
Might as well begin. Tentatively, you begin with a chaste kiss directly on the center of the orifice...figuratively kissing the ring of your ruler. A moment passes and your kissing "partner" violently kisses back, nearly latching onto your face. Your eyes water thinking that this may very well be...your first kiss with a girl in life. With Chelsey's damn asshole.
For Chelsey, this was the perfect goddamned cherry on top of her perfect cake. You were actually servicing her asshole. The lowest point on her was getting the princess treatment from you. She didn't even have to ask...all the other boy toys she shrunk had fought against much less demeaning acts and here you were...doing it all on your own. Fucking perfect. Unable to stop panting, her own efforts with her pussy doubled up, climbing to the best orgasm Chelsey could have asked for. Her panting turns into a strangled cry through gritted teeth. Ecstasy.
Chelsey, totally spent, collapses fully onto her stomach. She pants into her pillow, unable to stop smiling and chuckling lightly. She lazily flexes her asshole, still feeling your constant attention to it. Half a minute passes before eventually Chelsey decides to pull you free and get a good look at you. After fishing around in her butt, she grabs you by the head and pulls herself up to a kneeling position. She deposits you on the pillow she had dampened with her own drool and takes a moment to just stare at you. Your body is red all over from being rubbed by ass cheek and artificially warmed up by her ass. Your eyes are staring with fear at Chelsey's face who is sporting the widest, most predatory grin you've ever seen. Eventually...she starts giggling. Then snort laughing before devolving into near gasping laughter. You can do nothing but hang your head and listen. She recovers eventually and says "Wow Tony...just...wow." That was the first time she had used your name in a while...and it was a barb shot straight into your psyche.
"Well, I'm spent! I think I'll hit the hay." She simply falls towards you, landing on the pillow and sending you tumbling down the side of her pillow onto her bed. "I want you to stay. right. there." She brings a finger down and presses you to the cushy surface, flattening you on your back. "Don't move a muscle, butt boy. Understand?" You nod your head solemnly and cross your arms over your chest and begin staring at the ceiling.
"Good~. Night night, little boy. See you in the morning."
You knew, that was a warning. Don't move from that spot or punishment was coming your way. You knew the rules.
...but this was also a chance...
Would you take it?
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