Reformed as Quinn's Asshole
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
revival45
As you awoke, you were saddened when you realized that the events of the past day had not been a dream. You had hoped that you'd wake up at the start of yesterday, moving into a new apartment and able to have a regular life all on your own. But as you opened your eyes and your senses came to fruition, the stench was a welcome reminder that you were still snug deep inside of Quinn's buttcrack.
You sighed internally, but were shocked when you couldn't do so physically. Huh? you thought to yourself, My body feels more reformed than when I went to bed. Is it not all the way there yet? You motioned to stand up, but were surprised again when you weren't able to. All you were able to do was twitch. You wondered if Quinn had rolled back over, but could see Quinn's purple thong above you, as well as feel the gravity pushing down on you. If she's still laying on her stomach, then where am I? You began retracing your steps from the previous night, remembering being fused to her thong, then freed through her sweat, then flipped over until you landed... Oh Shit. You now knew where you were, and were more afraid than ever before.
It seemed that during the night after you fell asleep on top of Quinn's asshole, your body began its nocturnal process of reforming. However, because of the biological makeup of tinies and their adaptive cells, they tend to react to purely biological matter first and foremost. Usually, this isn't a problem, since the only thing that a tiny will be touching when they're squashed is an inanimate object, so the squishy cells are able to focus solely on itself without any interference. And you have also been able to reform when you've been squashed by your mom and sister before, since they're usually quick to realize where you are.
However, since you've been being abused by Quinn in such an intense way, you knew that your body was more worn out than it usually was. When that happened, squishy cells tend to 'reach out' for any additional cellular help in any way they can. You've read about this phenomenon, and it was compared to that of an organ transplant: the body takes some time to adapt to the new organ, and changes it's own chemistry to better acclimate the new organ to the host body. But all of those changes were internal things... could the same thing happen to a tiny with externally located cells? Specifically, those located in Quinn's anus? Or, was Quinn's asshole the perfect apex between internal and external cells that your body was able to rebuild itself on them subconsciously? Or even worse, had you been so coated in Quinn's anal filth and cooked so much by her excessive farting and sweating that your body simply melted into it? You realized that the 'how' really wasn't as important, it didn't change the fact that you were now fused to Quinn's asshole.
The question still stood though, why weren't you able to speak? All of your senses other than your taste seemed to be in tact (Although you were grateful that you didn't have to taste Quinn's stinky butthole anymore). You felt around your body's new form and scanned yourself, coming to another shocking revelation: when you reformed, you essentially had melted into a puddle that then hardened and sealed over the hungry orifice. The edges of your body were completely attached to the ring around Quinn's anus, but the center of your body was covering it up. No doubt it was the lowest moment of your life yet; you were a living butt plug for the thick giantess. When you realized this, you suddenly noticed that you could feel a warm bit of pressure pushing against you from within Quinn. You had been blocking all of her farts from escaping her bladder.
Quinn's alarm suddenly started blaring and she slammed her arm down on the snooze button, still half asleep. She was still enjoying her deep sleep, and decided that 7 more minutes would be justified. She wasn't even thinking about how you were still trapped in her huge rear, just her peaceful slumber. She turned her head away from her window and pulled the covers over her head, which were still trapping some of the stench her ass had produced last night. She inhaled with her eyes closed, enjoying the smell she made. As she smiled, she felt a bit of pressure starting to build up in her backside, and in a groggy state half-attempted to force it out of her backside.
You heard your roommates alarm above you, although it was a softer noise considering how many blankets and inches of ass it had to pass through to get to you. But you knew that this meant Quinn would be getting out of bed soon, and checking for you. You hoped to God that when she saw you weren't on her thong anymore that she would grab a mirror or get one of the other girls to inspect her backside so that they could find you there. You weren't sure how exactly you were going to escape, and that uncertainty created a sense of dread. What if I never get out of here? What if I'm stuck to Quinn's asshole forever? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN SHE HAS TO TAKE A SHIT?! You tried to move in every way that you could, refusing to accept a fate as Quinn's poopchute. All you could manage, however, was the tiniest of twitches. It was the same motion that her anus had made the night before when it was sucking on you like a helpless plaything. What a terrible, cruel fate that it was now you doing the twitching, trying to reach out at her thong.
The giantess stirred above as she slammed the alarm off. You felt every single movement she made as she tried to get more comfortable, even the tiniest of twitches. Her massive globes of ass meat rocked from side to side, squishing you from every available angle. Below you, the pressure of fresh gas was building up more and more, and it pushed more and more against your backside by the second. You heard Quinn moan above you and soon felt her gut flexing. You knew she was trying to force this fart out of her gut, and the only thing stopping her was a dried puddle of flesh known as you.
As Quinn relaxed her anus, she was surprised that her fart was still inside of her. Strange... she thought to herself tiredly, they usually come out by now. Guess this one just needs a little extra push. The voluptuous beauty pulled her legs up towards her breasts and raised her dumptruck ass to the sky, which stretched out her anus. When the gas still didn't come out, she pushed as hard as she could until she felt a tiny yet distinct POP followed by a 5 second blow-horn of a fart. That was weird. At least I feel a lot better now.
Quinn took this moment to officially wake up and get out of bed. The question remains, though, what happened to you when she farted?
You sighed internally, but were shocked when you couldn't do so physically. Huh? you thought to yourself, My body feels more reformed than when I went to bed. Is it not all the way there yet? You motioned to stand up, but were surprised again when you weren't able to. All you were able to do was twitch. You wondered if Quinn had rolled back over, but could see Quinn's purple thong above you, as well as feel the gravity pushing down on you. If she's still laying on her stomach, then where am I? You began retracing your steps from the previous night, remembering being fused to her thong, then freed through her sweat, then flipped over until you landed... Oh Shit. You now knew where you were, and were more afraid than ever before.
It seemed that during the night after you fell asleep on top of Quinn's asshole, your body began its nocturnal process of reforming. However, because of the biological makeup of tinies and their adaptive cells, they tend to react to purely biological matter first and foremost. Usually, this isn't a problem, since the only thing that a tiny will be touching when they're squashed is an inanimate object, so the squishy cells are able to focus solely on itself without any interference. And you have also been able to reform when you've been squashed by your mom and sister before, since they're usually quick to realize where you are.
However, since you've been being abused by Quinn in such an intense way, you knew that your body was more worn out than it usually was. When that happened, squishy cells tend to 'reach out' for any additional cellular help in any way they can. You've read about this phenomenon, and it was compared to that of an organ transplant: the body takes some time to adapt to the new organ, and changes it's own chemistry to better acclimate the new organ to the host body. But all of those changes were internal things... could the same thing happen to a tiny with externally located cells? Specifically, those located in Quinn's anus? Or, was Quinn's asshole the perfect apex between internal and external cells that your body was able to rebuild itself on them subconsciously? Or even worse, had you been so coated in Quinn's anal filth and cooked so much by her excessive farting and sweating that your body simply melted into it? You realized that the 'how' really wasn't as important, it didn't change the fact that you were now fused to Quinn's asshole.
The question still stood though, why weren't you able to speak? All of your senses other than your taste seemed to be in tact (Although you were grateful that you didn't have to taste Quinn's stinky butthole anymore). You felt around your body's new form and scanned yourself, coming to another shocking revelation: when you reformed, you essentially had melted into a puddle that then hardened and sealed over the hungry orifice. The edges of your body were completely attached to the ring around Quinn's anus, but the center of your body was covering it up. No doubt it was the lowest moment of your life yet; you were a living butt plug for the thick giantess. When you realized this, you suddenly noticed that you could feel a warm bit of pressure pushing against you from within Quinn. You had been blocking all of her farts from escaping her bladder.
Quinn's alarm suddenly started blaring and she slammed her arm down on the snooze button, still half asleep. She was still enjoying her deep sleep, and decided that 7 more minutes would be justified. She wasn't even thinking about how you were still trapped in her huge rear, just her peaceful slumber. She turned her head away from her window and pulled the covers over her head, which were still trapping some of the stench her ass had produced last night. She inhaled with her eyes closed, enjoying the smell she made. As she smiled, she felt a bit of pressure starting to build up in her backside, and in a groggy state half-attempted to force it out of her backside.
You heard your roommates alarm above you, although it was a softer noise considering how many blankets and inches of ass it had to pass through to get to you. But you knew that this meant Quinn would be getting out of bed soon, and checking for you. You hoped to God that when she saw you weren't on her thong anymore that she would grab a mirror or get one of the other girls to inspect her backside so that they could find you there. You weren't sure how exactly you were going to escape, and that uncertainty created a sense of dread. What if I never get out of here? What if I'm stuck to Quinn's asshole forever? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN SHE HAS TO TAKE A SHIT?! You tried to move in every way that you could, refusing to accept a fate as Quinn's poopchute. All you could manage, however, was the tiniest of twitches. It was the same motion that her anus had made the night before when it was sucking on you like a helpless plaything. What a terrible, cruel fate that it was now you doing the twitching, trying to reach out at her thong.
The giantess stirred above as she slammed the alarm off. You felt every single movement she made as she tried to get more comfortable, even the tiniest of twitches. Her massive globes of ass meat rocked from side to side, squishing you from every available angle. Below you, the pressure of fresh gas was building up more and more, and it pushed more and more against your backside by the second. You heard Quinn moan above you and soon felt her gut flexing. You knew she was trying to force this fart out of her gut, and the only thing stopping her was a dried puddle of flesh known as you.
As Quinn relaxed her anus, she was surprised that her fart was still inside of her. Strange... she thought to herself tiredly, they usually come out by now. Guess this one just needs a little extra push. The voluptuous beauty pulled her legs up towards her breasts and raised her dumptruck ass to the sky, which stretched out her anus. When the gas still didn't come out, she pushed as hard as she could until she felt a tiny yet distinct POP followed by a 5 second blow-horn of a fart. That was weird. At least I feel a lot better now.
Quinn took this moment to officially wake up and get out of bed. The question remains, though, what happened to you when she farted?
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