A Horrific Finding
WWE Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
no1t
AJ sat in the leather chair, watching TV in the living room she shared with her partner of 3 years, Bayley. The Hugger also sat on the couch, both ladies dressed in their loungewear as it was laundry day. Bayley got up to grab a snack from the kitchen, AJ slapping her thick booty as she walked past. AJ admired the nice view as Bayley walked into the kitchen. AJ loved laundry day, Bayley always wore the same ratty black sweatpants that her curvy butt somehow completely filled out. She especially loved the deep wedgie Bayley always had in the pants, each massive cheek perfectly defined.
A few moments later Bayley returned with some soda and popcorn, settling in for a movie. "Babe, you know that makes you gassy." AJ warned.
Bayley flashed a cheeky smile. "Yeah, like you'd hate that, right?"
AJ bit her bottom lip. While it took a long time to get used to the excessive flatulence of her girlfriend, she eventually grew to love her gassy nature, a fact she couldn't keep hidden from Bayley long. That was another reason AJ loved laundry day, the ladies would always lounge around and Bayley would be gassy all day long.
"Whatever." AJ said with fake anger, turning back to the TV. A few minutes later, she heard Bayley's first fart of the evening trumpet out of her butt like a foghorn. AJ tried to sneakily sniff the air, though it was quite obvious to Bayley who just rolled her eyes in response.
After another half hour of frequent gas bombs, Bayley stood up, walking quickly to the hall. "Sorry, AJ. It's about to be more than gas coming out."
This time, AJ rolled her eyes, this was a common occurrence when Bayley scarfed down tons of gassy food. She knew Bayley would take a shower afterwards, and it would be a while before the bathroom was free again. AJ noticed as Bayley made her way to the hall that her tattered sweatpants had a new hole in the leg, she made a mental note that she would have to fix those sometime. Bayley hardly ever washed them, but they would fall apart if AJ didn't sew them up at some point.
She turned her attention back to the TV, growing bored after flipping through the channels and deciding to switch it off. She headed for the hallway, entering their spacious bedroom where the bathroom was connected to. Taking note of the fact the shower wasn't yet running, AJ figured Bayley must still be on the toilet, realizing she had a lot of time to kill. On the bed, she saw the clothes Bayley had stripped out of on the way to the bathroom, deciding to fix the pants up now while she had time.
She grabbed the dirty sweatpants, bringing them over to the table to get a better view of just how bad the damage was. She noted all of the myriad holes and rips, also taking note of the strong odor emanating from the sweats, though it didn't bother AJ in the slightest. She made her way up the pantlegs, approaching the stretched out area where Bayley's butt resided. She laughed at the sight of the wedgie still in the pants, Bayley must have put such a strain on the fabric that it was wrinkled like that permanently. She flattened them out to check for any more holes, flicking on the lamp nearby for a better look.
She yelped loudly at what the lamp revealed. There, in the middle of the strained and fart-stained seam of Bayley's sweatpants, was the tiny, flattened form of her old friend Sasha Banks. AJ shuddered at what this meant. For the last 3 years, Sasha had spent countless hours wedgied in Bayley's gassy fat ass, all while AJ sat nearby without a second thought. She scratched at her body in an effort to peel the tortured woman off, but after years of being gassed and squashed in between Bayley's monster cheeks, AJ couldn't even tell a difference between her body and the pants. She was completely ingrained in the fabric, never to reform.
AJ suddenly heard the door behind her open, revealing Bayley, who immediately noticed her girlfriend standing over her pants. "What, what did you do?" AJ shakily asked.
Bayley sighed and looked up. "AJ, why'd you have to be such a good girlfriend? I told you if those pants ever needed to be washed or sewn up, I would do it. And now..." Bayley trailed off as she went to her nightstand, pulling out the shrinking remote.
"You said you destroyed that, Bayley! Please, if you love me, you'll help me get Sasha off your pants."
"Oh AJ, I do love you. Really. But I'm afraid Sasha's never getting off those pants, even if I wanted to help. She's been stuck there, deep in my crack, ever since that day years ago when I first asked you out, when she 'went to the airport'. Even if I somehow could get her off those pants, she would never be able to reform after years of being a 2d sticker in my ass."
"I can't believe you, I thought you were friends. I'll report you to the police, I'll..." Her voice stopped abruptly as Bayley pointed the device at her and shrunk her down.
Bayley sadly marched over to grab her shrunken partner. "I know you would babe, you're a good person like that. Unfortunately, I can't let that happen. And while I love you, I love my job and freedom more. So I'm sorry for this." She dropped AJ on the bed and turned around, jumping and landing fullweight on the shrunken woman with her nude ass cheeks. She got up and picked up AJ's slightly flatter, twitching body, taking her over to the sweatpants.
Bayley placed AJ's body on the pants, ever so slightly to the right of where Bayley's gassy butthole would go, and opposite the flattened form of Sasha. She walked away for a moment just as AJ started to reform, her efforts stopped by the sight of Bayley returning with the iron. She placed a finger down to keep AJ in place, "I really am sorry babe. On the bright side, at least all three of us will be together!" She brought the iron down, sealing AJ's fate.
A few minutes later, Bayley put away the iron, looking in her drawer for a pair of underwear. She shrugged her shoulders and decided against it, walking back to her sweatpants. She gazed at the seam as she picked them up, now adorned with two smushed disfigured new decorations. She slipped them on, smiling when she felt her familiar wedgie as the pants were buried in her deep crack. "Hey ladies," She said loudly so they could hear them through the huge fleshy globes, "on the bright side, I'm still gassy." She walked out to the living room, sitting down and switching the TV back on. She leaned over slightly to let out a deep fart, the first of many that night.
Bayley smiled, knowing her former friend and girlfriend were right where they should be, deep in her hungry buttcrack.
A few moments later Bayley returned with some soda and popcorn, settling in for a movie. "Babe, you know that makes you gassy." AJ warned.
Bayley flashed a cheeky smile. "Yeah, like you'd hate that, right?"
AJ bit her bottom lip. While it took a long time to get used to the excessive flatulence of her girlfriend, she eventually grew to love her gassy nature, a fact she couldn't keep hidden from Bayley long. That was another reason AJ loved laundry day, the ladies would always lounge around and Bayley would be gassy all day long.
"Whatever." AJ said with fake anger, turning back to the TV. A few minutes later, she heard Bayley's first fart of the evening trumpet out of her butt like a foghorn. AJ tried to sneakily sniff the air, though it was quite obvious to Bayley who just rolled her eyes in response.
After another half hour of frequent gas bombs, Bayley stood up, walking quickly to the hall. "Sorry, AJ. It's about to be more than gas coming out."
This time, AJ rolled her eyes, this was a common occurrence when Bayley scarfed down tons of gassy food. She knew Bayley would take a shower afterwards, and it would be a while before the bathroom was free again. AJ noticed as Bayley made her way to the hall that her tattered sweatpants had a new hole in the leg, she made a mental note that she would have to fix those sometime. Bayley hardly ever washed them, but they would fall apart if AJ didn't sew them up at some point.
She turned her attention back to the TV, growing bored after flipping through the channels and deciding to switch it off. She headed for the hallway, entering their spacious bedroom where the bathroom was connected to. Taking note of the fact the shower wasn't yet running, AJ figured Bayley must still be on the toilet, realizing she had a lot of time to kill. On the bed, she saw the clothes Bayley had stripped out of on the way to the bathroom, deciding to fix the pants up now while she had time.
She grabbed the dirty sweatpants, bringing them over to the table to get a better view of just how bad the damage was. She noted all of the myriad holes and rips, also taking note of the strong odor emanating from the sweats, though it didn't bother AJ in the slightest. She made her way up the pantlegs, approaching the stretched out area where Bayley's butt resided. She laughed at the sight of the wedgie still in the pants, Bayley must have put such a strain on the fabric that it was wrinkled like that permanently. She flattened them out to check for any more holes, flicking on the lamp nearby for a better look.
She yelped loudly at what the lamp revealed. There, in the middle of the strained and fart-stained seam of Bayley's sweatpants, was the tiny, flattened form of her old friend Sasha Banks. AJ shuddered at what this meant. For the last 3 years, Sasha had spent countless hours wedgied in Bayley's gassy fat ass, all while AJ sat nearby without a second thought. She scratched at her body in an effort to peel the tortured woman off, but after years of being gassed and squashed in between Bayley's monster cheeks, AJ couldn't even tell a difference between her body and the pants. She was completely ingrained in the fabric, never to reform.
AJ suddenly heard the door behind her open, revealing Bayley, who immediately noticed her girlfriend standing over her pants. "What, what did you do?" AJ shakily asked.
Bayley sighed and looked up. "AJ, why'd you have to be such a good girlfriend? I told you if those pants ever needed to be washed or sewn up, I would do it. And now..." Bayley trailed off as she went to her nightstand, pulling out the shrinking remote.
"You said you destroyed that, Bayley! Please, if you love me, you'll help me get Sasha off your pants."
"Oh AJ, I do love you. Really. But I'm afraid Sasha's never getting off those pants, even if I wanted to help. She's been stuck there, deep in my crack, ever since that day years ago when I first asked you out, when she 'went to the airport'. Even if I somehow could get her off those pants, she would never be able to reform after years of being a 2d sticker in my ass."
"I can't believe you, I thought you were friends. I'll report you to the police, I'll..." Her voice stopped abruptly as Bayley pointed the device at her and shrunk her down.
Bayley sadly marched over to grab her shrunken partner. "I know you would babe, you're a good person like that. Unfortunately, I can't let that happen. And while I love you, I love my job and freedom more. So I'm sorry for this." She dropped AJ on the bed and turned around, jumping and landing fullweight on the shrunken woman with her nude ass cheeks. She got up and picked up AJ's slightly flatter, twitching body, taking her over to the sweatpants.
Bayley placed AJ's body on the pants, ever so slightly to the right of where Bayley's gassy butthole would go, and opposite the flattened form of Sasha. She walked away for a moment just as AJ started to reform, her efforts stopped by the sight of Bayley returning with the iron. She placed a finger down to keep AJ in place, "I really am sorry babe. On the bright side, at least all three of us will be together!" She brought the iron down, sealing AJ's fate.
A few minutes later, Bayley put away the iron, looking in her drawer for a pair of underwear. She shrugged her shoulders and decided against it, walking back to her sweatpants. She gazed at the seam as she picked them up, now adorned with two smushed disfigured new decorations. She slipped them on, smiling when she felt her familiar wedgie as the pants were buried in her deep crack. "Hey ladies," She said loudly so they could hear them through the huge fleshy globes, "on the bright side, I'm still gassy." She walked out to the living room, sitting down and switching the TV back on. She leaned over slightly to let out a deep fart, the first of many that night.
Bayley smiled, knowing her former friend and girlfriend were right where they should be, deep in her hungry buttcrack.
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