It’s hard to believe that I shrunk, shrinking someone to fucking bug size is something that only happens in movies. How the hell did I go from being a 6 feet tall man going about my day, to being a tiny under my own son’s fat ass? I been trying to wrap my head around everything for a little while but it's hard to think in a place like this, devoid of any light, hot as hell and smells like literal ass. Everytime I try to think, string my thoughts together are quickly interrupted distant rumbles coming from Tom’s ass, in no time those rumbles grow louder until they inevitably build to him letting loose a deafening power fart. Instantly my body get blasted by a power super heated foul wind for what feel like minutes. When he finally done, I’m left there in the aftermath. Body cover in a layer of liquid shit, feeling like I got hit by a speeding truck. My mind completely gone, any coherent thoughts I had before have been farted away and replace with fogginess. On top of everything else, I get to lay there and inhale the fumes of the lingering fart stench.
How can Tom’s ass have so much power over me? I had my share of farting in someone’s face but that’s nothing compared to this. Everytime I breathe in his funk, feel my mind getting warped, I started to question everything. How long have I been trapped here? I thought maybe minutes but how would I really know, I could have been trapped here for years and I would never truly know. Did I really shrink? Maybe I always been this size. The only thing that keeping me grounded is remembering that I'm trapped under my fat loser of an son, his fat nasty ass is doing this to me….but admittedly I’m starting to forget that too.
I can’t stay here being a prisoner to a fat ass, huffing his stink until im brainwashed, or better yet, dying and being a tiny addition to a skidmark in his underwear. People don’t go out like that, no, men like me don’t go out like that. Im am a man, I’m supposed to be big and powerful….. I'm not gonna be shit, I'm not gonna let son’s fat ass change who I'm am, I'm gonna get out of here and gonna be big again like the man I'm am. I need to get back to normal size, I need to be big. The only way I'm getting out here is by myself, with my own strength and brains. No one is gonna save me and don't need anyone to save me, men dont need help.
Eventually I came up with a plan. Had to endure being grinded and fart on by his fat mounds but I figured what I'm gonna do. First need to free myself from this skidmark, It's still pretty hard but it did soften a bit from all the heat down here. Then need I get out of his underwear, Its pretty tight back here but I think I'm sweaty enough to work myself down to underwear’s leg openings. From there, I can use his leg hairs to climb down to safety. I don't have much of a plan after I'm out, besides from getting big again but I need to get out of this shitty dump first. It’s not gonna be easy for me but I’m a man, that alone means I can do this.
I was prepared to do what I must to escape, even if I had to break my bones, I will do it to get out here. I’d worked myself up to begin my great struggle, but something happened all of a sudden. A light shines above me, followed by a massive hand in moving and coming towards me. It was like I was seeing the hand of god coming down from the heavens. I watched as 1 single finger effortlessly scraped me up into his finger nail. I was finally freed from his underwear, from this hell.
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