Jeff was lying on the bed in the Lincoln Bedroom of the White House, where the President had chained him up and used him for ass-eating multiple times a day, when President Maresco entered the room. Jeff wasn’t sure if anyone knew the President had brought a sex slave with her when she moved into the White House, but if they did, nobody was doing anything about it.
To his surprise, Kathy—er, the President—unlocked the chains and freed Jeff from his shackles. To his even bigger surprise, he noticed that the President now had the greatest ass he had ever seen in his life. He then realized what had happened: since women now ruled the world in a hierarchy based on the quality of their ass and how often Jeff was eating their ass, the President must have used the Chronivac to transform her rear into the world’s finest ass. That would ensure she would remain President for as long as she wanted. And now that she didn’t need Jeff anymore, she was letting him go. He was free!
Well, not quite. “I’m leaving nothing to chance,” she said, as if she could read his mind. Maybe she COULD read his mind. Jeff hadn’t really thought about what the Chronivac could do, and he was starting to think he didn’t take enough advantage of it when it was in his possession. “Yes, I have the best ass in the world now, but I’m going to maximize my score, and that means you need to be eating my ass permanently.”
Jeff froze. A human centipede? How was Kathy going to get away with having Jeff’s mouth on her ass all the time while still being President of the United States? He looked over to Kathy in confusion and saw she was fiddling with the Chronivac. Before he could say anything, she—and everything around him—suddenly became enormous.
No, wait. He was small.
Jeff couldn’t believe it. He was maybe an inch tall, and his tormentor the President was now a towering giantess looking down on him with a smug smile. “Perfect,” she said, as she reached down towards him with a giant hand. Before Jeff could even react, he was in her fist and being carried down the White House hallway.
Back in her bedroom, President Maresco put Jeff down on the giant bed as she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Jeff still didn’t know what her plan was, but then he noticed her asshole was glistening, as if she had just put a lot of lube on there. Oh no.
Sure enough, a huge set of fingers wrapped around Jeff again and took him towards the President’s gaping asshole before shoving him up completely. At least he went in feet first! As it was, he now found himself unable to move, his arms pressed against his sides in Kathy’s tight asshole. Before he had time to take in the view, he saw the President’s giant panties coming up and covering his face. Her skirt fell down, and everything was black. It was just Jeff and President Maresco’s asshole in the darkness.
“I don’t feel any licking,” boomed down a voice from above. “I want you kissing and licking my asshole, all the time. You are not permitted to stop unless I say so. And don’t worry: I’ve transformed you in other ways too. You no longer need to eat, drink, sleep, or even breathe. You have one job from here on out, and that’s to eat my ass.”
Jeff was in shock. How could it have all come to this? Kathy didn’t even seem to care either: three minutes later she was already in a meeting with her advisers to discuss some geopolitical issue. And here he was, shrunk to the size of a bug and licking her giant asshole from the inside.