Jay was walking home when suddenly he was somewhere warm and dark, and it stunk.
He tried to move, but his body wasn't responding, and the smell seemed only to get worse and worse. He could feel himself moving, and heard a distant male voice.
Suddenly, his prison flexed and he felt a burp push it's way from his mouth, a horrifying, disgusting burp. The smell seared his sense of smell.
Oh my god. Why did his burp reek so bad, what had he been eating-
Suddenly there was a loud gurgling from above him. He felt another burp and then deep laughing.
Little did Jay know he was now a slim, young, ginger boys ass. At 17, Eoin thought he was the king of comedy, forcing out noxious farts, much to the laughter of his friends.
Suddenly he felt it, a pressure in his stomach
"Lads, I've gotta shit" he said, they nodded their goodbyes and continued joking amongst themselves as he walked off.
The ginger soon found a bathroom and pulled his trousers and underwear down, unknowingly freeing jay into the light.
Jay screamed as he saw the fat, pale mounds infront of him, coated in fiery ginger hairs, slap together ,sealing him in darkness for a moment before whatever he was stuck to moved.
How could this happen? Why was he being pressed against a toilet? Finally, it all clicked.
The burps and the 'prrrrhpphttt" noise they made, the darkness, the toilet. He was someones ass!
As he heard a deep, male voice start to grunt and a pressure build up in his face, he could only try to scream and pray his way out of what was about to happen.
As Eoin grunted and pushed as hard as he could, a rank brown log slowly pushed it's way through Jay's lips, torturing him the entire time. Jay wanted to wretch and vomit but was forced to be silent and still through his ordeal.
Eoin pushed out 2 more logs and then sighed in relief, standing up to wipe. Toilet roll was roughly pressed against jay once and then the toilet was flushed and the boxers and jeans were pulled up around him again, trapping him in his dark, sweaty, smelly prison.
His host sniffed the air. Rank. He shrugged. Not like anyone would smell it. The ginger scratched his ass and flushed before walking out, unknowingly dragging his prisoner with him.
Jay prayed his torture would end soon.