It’s Noah, you’re medicine friend who’s here flys into town every year to study. He lives down south with his parents, 3 brothers and girlfriend. He is a pretty outstanding lad. Sure, you don’t get along all the time and you both can get on each others nerves but he’s there for you and that’s what counts.
You begin to jump and scream, hoping to get his attention. Like if you had to shrink anywhere, the Library couches are the last place to do that. The area is always so busy and you basically can’t get up from your seat without 5 other people wanting to take your place.
“Noah, down here. Help me I... I don’t know what’s happened.” You scream at the top of your lungs.
But your cry’s for help fall on deaf ears. He haven’t noticed you and he wants in on the comfy seat you currently occupy. As he bends forward his sports shorts part to show you the true depth of his ass crack. You’ve always admired his bubble butt but never really wanted to be in it, well not at this size anyway. Without a second to react, his shorts and ass crash into you.
You are surprised that he somehow hasn’t killed you. You can’t move yourself but it seems that this shrinking has made you pliable. That still doesn’t help with the fact that you have had all the air pressed out of your lungs. His cheeks had spread when his ass hit the seat and you are now pressed between his shorts and the fabric of the couch.
‘Fuck, what am I going to do? How am I still alive?’ You think to yourself.
After a few minutes the sweat from Noah’s butt crack has started to seep into his shorts, the smell is rancid and you can’t do anything but wish for death. You can begin to taste it now and you can and choke on it. If only you could wheeze in a small breath of fresh air then this toxic hell hole wouldn’t be such a bad place.
After what feels like forever you feel Noah get up. As the weight ascends, you begin to gasp for fresh air. All that joy is short lived as you realise that you are not on the chair but are indeed stuck to the back of Noah’s Shorts, right in his crack.
As Noah goes to leave he catches a glimpse of Jim, the guy that runs a club on Campus that you and Noah are apart of. Noah strides up to Jim before beginning to make conversation.
Meanwhile you are reforming and beginning to look more humanly shaped rather than the pancake you represented for the past hour. You thrash around hoping he notices you. Noah feels an annoyance in his rear and begins to scratch away, pushing you abit deeper into his crack. Before you loose all view of light you hear Jim ask Noah what he’s doing this afternoon. Noah responds with...
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