Although Olga’s commanding voice filled Pam with terror, she refused
to debase herself any further. Yes, she was totally helpless and Olga
could do whatever she wanted to her, but Pam was not going to actively
contribute to her own humiliation. “Are you listening to me, worm-girl?
I commanded you to lick my sphincter!” Olga shouted in her thick
German accent as she squirmed on the sofa, grinding Pam’s face in her
ass crack. Pam quivered with terror, but still refused to follow Olga’s
commands. What could Olga do that could possibly make things worse?
Suddenly,
the massive pressure of Olga’s planet-sized ass was lifted and Pam was
momentarily blinded by light. She took in the fresh air in enormous,
desperate gasps, but her relief soon evaporated as she looked up to see
Olga towering over her with her hands on her hips, glowering down at Pam
with a cold, hateful stare.
“I see things are worse than I thought,” Olga said, drawing her wand. “You truly have forgotten your place, worm-girl.”
“I’m
sorry, Olga,” Pam pleaded desperately, “But I think I’ve made a mistake
by deciding to get back together with you! Could you just undo your
pillow spell and let me get on with my day?”
After a
beat, Olga began to chuckle deeply. When her chuckling evolved into a
maniacal cackle, Pam began quivering with terror once more. “Let you
get on with your day?” Olga asked. “Pam, my love, when you enter into
an S&M relationship with a witch, you never get on with your day
ever again. You are an object, now, and you exist only for me! I own
you!”
“You can’t do this, Olga!” Pam replied, equal parts horrified and angry. “I’m unwilling! This is illegal!”
Again,
Olga chuckled. “Pam, you do not understand. When I say that I own
you, it doesn’t mean the same thing that it meant when I said that to
you five years ago. In the eyes of the law, I own you. People who have
been magically transformed into objects have no protections under U.S.
law, and they can be legally owned by people just like any other
object.”
Suddenly, Pam began quaking with hopeless
terror. She remembered reading a series of articles on the subject in
The New Magic Times. “Does that mean you’re never going to reverse your
spell? I’m going to be a pillow forever?”
“No, no,
Pam, my love,” Olga said, smiling and chuckling softly. “Make no
mistake, I am not going to transform you into a person again anytime
soon; you will spend the bulk of your time as a series of objects for me
to own, use and debase. But still, I would advise you to cooperate
with me, or else I will never, ever transform you back into a woman. I
will turn you into something disposable and throw you away, or turn you
into food and devour you. Now, I give you one final chance!"
Olga
flopped her ass down on poor Pam's pillow face, and the impact
flattened her out, forcing air through her mouth and nostrils. "Now,"
Olga commanded one last time, "Lick my dirty asshole! This is your last
chance, worm! Lick my asshole now!"
Pam will...
...lick Olga's asshole
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Pam attempts to escape
I've got to try, the brave little pillow decided. I can't survive another year under The Butt! Pam
began frantically trying to wiggle herself, but she discovered, with
dismay, that her ability to move her pillow body was rather limited.
With great effort, she could wiggle her four corners back and forth,
but they weren't giving her enough momentum to squirm forward.
My corners can't reach the ground, she thought as she frantically wiggled her corners. She was like an overturned turtle, except that she was symmetrical, so even if she were flopped onto her face, her little, wiggling corners wouldn't be able to reach the sofa. I must look so silly, the little pillow thought, embarassed, as she continued to flail her corners helplessly, But I've got to get out of here before The Butt comes back and swallows me up again!
While she flailed her corners to no avail, Pam remembered that she could also control her face, and wondered if that could help her. Eventually, giving it everything she had, the persistent little pillow found that if she timed her corner flails with a snapping motion of her jaws, she would be propelled forward just a tiny bit. I'm doing it, she thought, I'm really doing it! I have to make it off the couch, and then I can go find help!
The little pillow had never tried so hard in her whole pillow life as she slowly, painstakingly squirmed her way towards the edge of the couch. The Butt might come back at any moment, she thought, I need to try harder! It was hard for her to judge what direction she was going, because her pillow face was stuck facing the ceiling, but Pam thought her bottom corners were hanging over the edge of the couch. I'm almost there, she thought, filled with hope, I'm going to pull it off!
The mysterious, menacing popping sounds in the distance only pushed the little pillow to try even harder, flailing her little corners and snapping her little mouth with great determination. Now, she was certain that she was nearing the edge of the couch, as she could feel the couch beginning to roll downward, away from her little pillow back. Just a little more, the little pillow told herself, Just a tiny bit more, and I can make it! I know I can do it!
Suddenly, the little pillow felt herself begin to helplessly slide forward, and she was struck with terror. What have I done? the helpless little pillow thought as she slowly slid over the edge, her face tipping forward so that she could see the enormous, terrifying drop off the couch that now awaited her, Oh my god!
When she slipped free of the couch and fell, the helpless little pillow yelped with terror before landing on her bottom corners and flopping forward onto her face. There, she began sobbing and whining like a helpless little baby.
Olga walked back into the room with a bowl full of popcorn and noticed that her pillow girl had slipped off of the couch. She knelt down, picked Pam up, and tossed her back into place.
Suddenly, the little pillow dimly remembered that she had been in the middle of an escape plan. Oh no! The scary fall made me forget to escape, she thought in a panic as the enormous goddess-monster, the owner of The Butt, prepared to sit down once again. I need to think of something! I can't let The Butt swallow me up again!
Pam will...
My corners can't reach the ground, she thought as she frantically wiggled her corners. She was like an overturned turtle, except that she was symmetrical, so even if she were flopped onto her face, her little, wiggling corners wouldn't be able to reach the sofa. I must look so silly, the little pillow thought, embarassed, as she continued to flail her corners helplessly, But I've got to get out of here before The Butt comes back and swallows me up again!
While she flailed her corners to no avail, Pam remembered that she could also control her face, and wondered if that could help her. Eventually, giving it everything she had, the persistent little pillow found that if she timed her corner flails with a snapping motion of her jaws, she would be propelled forward just a tiny bit. I'm doing it, she thought, I'm really doing it! I have to make it off the couch, and then I can go find help!
The little pillow had never tried so hard in her whole pillow life as she slowly, painstakingly squirmed her way towards the edge of the couch. The Butt might come back at any moment, she thought, I need to try harder! It was hard for her to judge what direction she was going, because her pillow face was stuck facing the ceiling, but Pam thought her bottom corners were hanging over the edge of the couch. I'm almost there, she thought, filled with hope, I'm going to pull it off!
The mysterious, menacing popping sounds in the distance only pushed the little pillow to try even harder, flailing her little corners and snapping her little mouth with great determination. Now, she was certain that she was nearing the edge of the couch, as she could feel the couch beginning to roll downward, away from her little pillow back. Just a little more, the little pillow told herself, Just a tiny bit more, and I can make it! I know I can do it!
Suddenly, the little pillow felt herself begin to helplessly slide forward, and she was struck with terror. What have I done? the helpless little pillow thought as she slowly slid over the edge, her face tipping forward so that she could see the enormous, terrifying drop off the couch that now awaited her, Oh my god!
When she slipped free of the couch and fell, the helpless little pillow yelped with terror before landing on her bottom corners and flopping forward onto her face. There, she began sobbing and whining like a helpless little baby.
Olga walked back into the room with a bowl full of popcorn and noticed that her pillow girl had slipped off of the couch. She knelt down, picked Pam up, and tossed her back into place.
Suddenly, the little pillow dimly remembered that she had been in the middle of an escape plan. Oh no! The scary fall made me forget to escape, she thought in a panic as the enormous goddess-monster, the owner of The Butt, prepared to sit down once again. I need to think of something! I can't let The Butt swallow me up again!
Pam will...
Pam licks Olga's asshole
Somehow, Olga’s command filled Pam with a primal terror unlike any
she’d ever felt, and she was compelled to obey. She sheepishly forced
her tongue from between her squished silk lips and reluctantly began
licking Olga’s huge asshole. It tasted hideous, of course, but Pam had
never felt so thoroughly dominated.
While she was licking, Pam felt Olga’s asshole convulse against her tongue, and this time, the very wet fart was pumped directly into her mouth, causing her cheeks to puff outward as her insides were filled with ass gas. No, Pam thought helplessly, tense with revulsion and overwhelmed by the repugnant foulness of the flatulence that had inflated her. Why did I decide to come here? What have I done?
“Ooh,” she barely heard Olga coo, and her ass began squirming around on the sofa, smashing and grinding poor Pam’s face into the jiggling walls of her endlessly deep ass crack. All of the showers in the world would never make her feel clean again, but Pam’s fear of Olga’s wrath was so overpowering that she continued to lick Olga’s asshole throughout the experience. “You are doing so well, little pillow!”
Somehow, even in her current position, being referred to as “little pillow” made Pam feel even more debased, but she barely had time to think about it before another convulsion of Olga’s sphincter pumped yet another noxious chili fart into Pam’s helpless mouth. She smelled it, tasted it, heard it, and felt it. She suspected that the fart was wet enough that she would’ve even been able to see it if any light whatsoever could penetrate into Olga’s bottomless ass crevasse. Pam began to weep, but still she continued to lick her master’s increasingly vile asshole.
Occasionally, Pam would attempt to scream to Olga for mercy, but with every attempt, she found that Olga’s ass cheeks were squeezing her face too hard for her to move her weak, silken pillow lips, and Olga’s immense weight prevented Pam from inhaling.
If Olga was aware of Pam’s desperate terror, Pam could detect no sign of it. Of course, Pam was aware of very little outside of the motions of Olga’s butt. Even the tiniest adjustments and fidgets of The Butt outweighed anything else that might happen in the rest of the universe. The Butt was Pam’s entire world. For what must have been hours, if not days, Pam was unwillingly subjected to The Butt’s every twitch. She could no longer count how many of The Butt’s stinky, meaty farts she had been forced to swallow. All the while she continued to lick The Butt’s twitching sphincter, fearing Olga’s wrath if she should stop.
Finally, she heard Olga speak. “Mmm… This movie is much less interesting than your tongue. How’re you doing down there, my love? Have you enjoyed your first fifteen minutes of quality time with my magnificent jiggle butt?”
No! That can’t be, Pam thought, shell-shocked. There was no way it had only been fifteen minutes, was there? Pam had been sure that she’d spent days underneath The Butt. She began to weep, but she was cut short when The Butt's sphincter twitched, pumping the foulest fart yet directly into Pam's mouth, inflating her insides and puffing out her cheeks. The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped shut after filling Pam up with the ass gas, pinching her mouth and nostrils shut and preventing the gas from escaping her.
A myriad of sensations, all of them disgusting, overwhelmed the little pillow. The enormous downward pressure The Butt was always exerting on her was pressurizing the ass gas that had filled up her insides, compelling it to escape from her even as The Butt's cheeks squeezed her face flat in an inescapable vice grip, trapping the gas inside. Pam could smell and taste the fart inside of her, inflating her helpless little pillow body, and when The Butt adjusted itself on top of her, she could feel the great, foul bubble of gas rolling around her insides, searching for new avenues of escape and finding none. The overwhelming smell and taste of the fart brought tears to her eyes and made her uselessly gag and wretch, but nothing the poor little pillow could do would bring her relief.
When The Butt farted again, Pam was sure the temporary loosening of The Butt's cheeks would allow the gas to escape from her insides, but The Butt's all-powerful rectum overpowered the pressurized fart already inside of her, and the little pillow found herself filled up with twice as much ass gas as before when the invincible grip of the The Butt's cheeks slammed down on her face once again. Now the sensation was unbearable. Pam felt as though she was going to burst at her seams. Now I know how a balloon feels when someone sits on it, the litte pillow thought, Except even balloons don't have to be filled with ass gas! Oh god, please, please let this gas out of me!
The Butt began to grind Pam in a circular fashion, rolling the gas bubble around inside her, taunting her with the futile hope that the ass gas may yet find some avenue of escape. A booming, powerful voice from somewhere beyond The Butt laughed and said, "You feel like a little balloon, my love! Are you all filled up with my delicious farts? What a treat!" That was when The Butt started rapidly sliding back and forth across Pam, rolling the bubble into one of her cheeks and then the other. I'm going to pop! Please, please stop this!
At last, The Butt relented, unclenching its enormous cheeks. The ass gas was immediately driven out of Pam's mouth and nostrils, making a sound not unlike a whoopie cushion as it exploded out of her. She heard the great voice from beyond The Butt laugh at this, and say, "Pyew, that stinks!" The little pillow couldn't remember ever having felt so relieved about anything in her entire pillow life as she felt herself deflate to her normal proportions. Finally, Pam thought, I'm not all filled up with-
The Butt's sphincter immediately pumped a new fart into the poor little pillow's mouth, and once again The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped down on her little pillow face, trapping the gas inside. No! Please, no! The Butt began grinding Pam in circular motions again, sweeping the new bubble around her insides, filling every corner of her being with the foulness of its gas. Why is this happening?
Olga was, in fact, only absent-mindedly playing this fart-balloon game with her butt as she watched her movie, the way a person might fidget with a pen or chew on fingernails. She didn't even notice that she was doing it.
The Butt pumped a second fart into the little pillow's mouth, this one long and loud and wet, inflating Pam more than she'd been inflated before, before resuming its circular grinding. It was like the little pillow's insides were being scrubbed in the filth of the ass gas as the huge bubble was swirled around in circles, completely saturating Pam with the stench. She could feel the enormous, incredible pressure of the fart swelling behind her litte pillow face, desperate for release.
When its cheeks unclenched themselves once more, The Butt's enormous downward pressure again blasted the ass gas out of the little pillow's nose and mouth with a loud whoopie cushion sound. The sensation in Pam's nostrils and lips was overwhelming as the odor exploded out of her. Deflating once again, Pam shed tears of joy. At last, the foolish little pillow thought, My suffering is-
Of course, The Butt once again rammed another fart into Pam's mouth, and, once she was once again inflated with flatulence, began its lazy circular grinding motions. Pam silently wept as The Butt continued to carry out what she believed must be an elaborately designed torment. Every nook and cranny of her insides was bathed in high-pressure foulness as the gas rolled away from The Butt in their endless dance of neverending concentric circles, The Butt lazily circling as a mindless diversion, the gas frantically searching for an exit it could not find. She felt The Butt twitch, but instead of allowing the gas inside of her to escape, another fart was driven between the little pillow's lips before they were pinched closed again, sealing the farts inside. Tears streamed out of Pam's eyes. Even if the pressure blows me into pieces, she thought, I'll smell and taste The Butt's horrible gas for the rest of eternity! Oh god, it's being scrubbed deep into every single fiber of my being! Why, why, what did I do to deserve this?
Olga lazily watched her movie, not even noticing that she was mindlessly inflating and deflating the little pillow under her butt with her farts. I should have made microwave popcorn, she thought, suddenly wishing she had something to snack on. A sound like a whoopie cushion bleated when Olga unclenched her ass cheeks, and then sank back into the couch as the pillow deflated. Maybe I'll get up and make some in a few minutes.
Meanwhile, the little pillow was cautiously celebrating finally being relieved of her horrible gassy burden when The Butt, in its infinite cruelty, simply pounded another fart, this one wetter than any that came before it, into Pam's helpless mouth. No, she thought as The Butt began grinding her in slow circles once again, How can it be so cruel? What did I do to The Butt to deserve this torture? She felt as if she would soon be made out of ass gas, as if she'd be forced out of her own being and replaced by the butt gas that was inflating her, pressing her outwards in every direction.
Suddenly, The Butt's cheeks relented, and again the gas was blown out of the little pillow's orifices, making another loud farting sound. The humiliating detail that her face sounded almost exactly like a farting asshole just occurred to her, but the relief of being deflated once again was so great that it was hard for her to feel too ashamed. Finally, she thought, I-
Suddenly, all of The Butt's enormous downward pressure was lifted, and Pam's crinkled pillow face swiftly withdrew from The Butt's cavernous ass crack. Darkness became blinding light, and Pam quaked in fear, completely unable to understand what was happening. Is it the end of the world? the little pillow wondered with horror. As her eyes adjusted, she made out the unbelievably huge, invincible goddess-monster that now towered over her. The owner of The Butt, she managed, with great effort, to remember, The Butt is just one part of a person!
Olga looked down at the little pillow and smiled serenely. Pam's face had picked up a few shit stains during her half-an-hour in Olga's ass crack, but that wasn't what caused Olga to smile; the worm-girl's expression was one of pure wonder and horror as she gaped up at her unquestionable master. "Don't worry, my love," she spoke down to the broken, pathetic thing, "I'm only going to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn." Pam opened her mouth slightly, as if about to speak, but instead she just continued to gape upward at her invincible dominatrix in equal parts reverence and terror. Olga giggled and walked to the kitchen.
Pam's mind raced as she struggled to process the information. The owner of The Butt has left me unguarded, she realized, Maybe I can escape! Immediately, she thought of the years of punishment she'd suffered under The Butt, and trembled in terror at the thought of what The Butt would do to her if it caught her in a failed attempt to escape. Is it worth the risk? What should I do?
Pam will...
...attempt to escape
While she was licking, Pam felt Olga’s asshole convulse against her tongue, and this time, the very wet fart was pumped directly into her mouth, causing her cheeks to puff outward as her insides were filled with ass gas. No, Pam thought helplessly, tense with revulsion and overwhelmed by the repugnant foulness of the flatulence that had inflated her. Why did I decide to come here? What have I done?
“Ooh,” she barely heard Olga coo, and her ass began squirming around on the sofa, smashing and grinding poor Pam’s face into the jiggling walls of her endlessly deep ass crack. All of the showers in the world would never make her feel clean again, but Pam’s fear of Olga’s wrath was so overpowering that she continued to lick Olga’s asshole throughout the experience. “You are doing so well, little pillow!”
Somehow, even in her current position, being referred to as “little pillow” made Pam feel even more debased, but she barely had time to think about it before another convulsion of Olga’s sphincter pumped yet another noxious chili fart into Pam’s helpless mouth. She smelled it, tasted it, heard it, and felt it. She suspected that the fart was wet enough that she would’ve even been able to see it if any light whatsoever could penetrate into Olga’s bottomless ass crevasse. Pam began to weep, but still she continued to lick her master’s increasingly vile asshole.
Occasionally, Pam would attempt to scream to Olga for mercy, but with every attempt, she found that Olga’s ass cheeks were squeezing her face too hard for her to move her weak, silken pillow lips, and Olga’s immense weight prevented Pam from inhaling.
If Olga was aware of Pam’s desperate terror, Pam could detect no sign of it. Of course, Pam was aware of very little outside of the motions of Olga’s butt. Even the tiniest adjustments and fidgets of The Butt outweighed anything else that might happen in the rest of the universe. The Butt was Pam’s entire world. For what must have been hours, if not days, Pam was unwillingly subjected to The Butt’s every twitch. She could no longer count how many of The Butt’s stinky, meaty farts she had been forced to swallow. All the while she continued to lick The Butt’s twitching sphincter, fearing Olga’s wrath if she should stop.
Finally, she heard Olga speak. “Mmm… This movie is much less interesting than your tongue. How’re you doing down there, my love? Have you enjoyed your first fifteen minutes of quality time with my magnificent jiggle butt?”
No! That can’t be, Pam thought, shell-shocked. There was no way it had only been fifteen minutes, was there? Pam had been sure that she’d spent days underneath The Butt. She began to weep, but she was cut short when The Butt's sphincter twitched, pumping the foulest fart yet directly into Pam's mouth, inflating her insides and puffing out her cheeks. The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped shut after filling Pam up with the ass gas, pinching her mouth and nostrils shut and preventing the gas from escaping her.
A myriad of sensations, all of them disgusting, overwhelmed the little pillow. The enormous downward pressure The Butt was always exerting on her was pressurizing the ass gas that had filled up her insides, compelling it to escape from her even as The Butt's cheeks squeezed her face flat in an inescapable vice grip, trapping the gas inside. Pam could smell and taste the fart inside of her, inflating her helpless little pillow body, and when The Butt adjusted itself on top of her, she could feel the great, foul bubble of gas rolling around her insides, searching for new avenues of escape and finding none. The overwhelming smell and taste of the fart brought tears to her eyes and made her uselessly gag and wretch, but nothing the poor little pillow could do would bring her relief.
When The Butt farted again, Pam was sure the temporary loosening of The Butt's cheeks would allow the gas to escape from her insides, but The Butt's all-powerful rectum overpowered the pressurized fart already inside of her, and the little pillow found herself filled up with twice as much ass gas as before when the invincible grip of the The Butt's cheeks slammed down on her face once again. Now the sensation was unbearable. Pam felt as though she was going to burst at her seams. Now I know how a balloon feels when someone sits on it, the litte pillow thought, Except even balloons don't have to be filled with ass gas! Oh god, please, please let this gas out of me!
The Butt began to grind Pam in a circular fashion, rolling the gas bubble around inside her, taunting her with the futile hope that the ass gas may yet find some avenue of escape. A booming, powerful voice from somewhere beyond The Butt laughed and said, "You feel like a little balloon, my love! Are you all filled up with my delicious farts? What a treat!" That was when The Butt started rapidly sliding back and forth across Pam, rolling the bubble into one of her cheeks and then the other. I'm going to pop! Please, please stop this!
At last, The Butt relented, unclenching its enormous cheeks. The ass gas was immediately driven out of Pam's mouth and nostrils, making a sound not unlike a whoopie cushion as it exploded out of her. She heard the great voice from beyond The Butt laugh at this, and say, "Pyew, that stinks!" The little pillow couldn't remember ever having felt so relieved about anything in her entire pillow life as she felt herself deflate to her normal proportions. Finally, Pam thought, I'm not all filled up with-
The Butt's sphincter immediately pumped a new fart into the poor little pillow's mouth, and once again The Butt's cheeks immediately clamped down on her little pillow face, trapping the gas inside. No! Please, no! The Butt began grinding Pam in circular motions again, sweeping the new bubble around her insides, filling every corner of her being with the foulness of its gas. Why is this happening?
Olga was, in fact, only absent-mindedly playing this fart-balloon game with her butt as she watched her movie, the way a person might fidget with a pen or chew on fingernails. She didn't even notice that she was doing it.
The Butt pumped a second fart into the little pillow's mouth, this one long and loud and wet, inflating Pam more than she'd been inflated before, before resuming its circular grinding. It was like the little pillow's insides were being scrubbed in the filth of the ass gas as the huge bubble was swirled around in circles, completely saturating Pam with the stench. She could feel the enormous, incredible pressure of the fart swelling behind her litte pillow face, desperate for release.
When its cheeks unclenched themselves once more, The Butt's enormous downward pressure again blasted the ass gas out of the little pillow's nose and mouth with a loud whoopie cushion sound. The sensation in Pam's nostrils and lips was overwhelming as the odor exploded out of her. Deflating once again, Pam shed tears of joy. At last, the foolish little pillow thought, My suffering is-
Of course, The Butt once again rammed another fart into Pam's mouth, and, once she was once again inflated with flatulence, began its lazy circular grinding motions. Pam silently wept as The Butt continued to carry out what she believed must be an elaborately designed torment. Every nook and cranny of her insides was bathed in high-pressure foulness as the gas rolled away from The Butt in their endless dance of neverending concentric circles, The Butt lazily circling as a mindless diversion, the gas frantically searching for an exit it could not find. She felt The Butt twitch, but instead of allowing the gas inside of her to escape, another fart was driven between the little pillow's lips before they were pinched closed again, sealing the farts inside. Tears streamed out of Pam's eyes. Even if the pressure blows me into pieces, she thought, I'll smell and taste The Butt's horrible gas for the rest of eternity! Oh god, it's being scrubbed deep into every single fiber of my being! Why, why, what did I do to deserve this?
Olga lazily watched her movie, not even noticing that she was mindlessly inflating and deflating the little pillow under her butt with her farts. I should have made microwave popcorn, she thought, suddenly wishing she had something to snack on. A sound like a whoopie cushion bleated when Olga unclenched her ass cheeks, and then sank back into the couch as the pillow deflated. Maybe I'll get up and make some in a few minutes.
Meanwhile, the little pillow was cautiously celebrating finally being relieved of her horrible gassy burden when The Butt, in its infinite cruelty, simply pounded another fart, this one wetter than any that came before it, into Pam's helpless mouth. No, she thought as The Butt began grinding her in slow circles once again, How can it be so cruel? What did I do to The Butt to deserve this torture? She felt as if she would soon be made out of ass gas, as if she'd be forced out of her own being and replaced by the butt gas that was inflating her, pressing her outwards in every direction.
Suddenly, The Butt's cheeks relented, and again the gas was blown out of the little pillow's orifices, making another loud farting sound. The humiliating detail that her face sounded almost exactly like a farting asshole just occurred to her, but the relief of being deflated once again was so great that it was hard for her to feel too ashamed. Finally, she thought, I-
Suddenly, all of The Butt's enormous downward pressure was lifted, and Pam's crinkled pillow face swiftly withdrew from The Butt's cavernous ass crack. Darkness became blinding light, and Pam quaked in fear, completely unable to understand what was happening. Is it the end of the world? the little pillow wondered with horror. As her eyes adjusted, she made out the unbelievably huge, invincible goddess-monster that now towered over her. The owner of The Butt, she managed, with great effort, to remember, The Butt is just one part of a person!
Olga looked down at the little pillow and smiled serenely. Pam's face had picked up a few shit stains during her half-an-hour in Olga's ass crack, but that wasn't what caused Olga to smile; the worm-girl's expression was one of pure wonder and horror as she gaped up at her unquestionable master. "Don't worry, my love," she spoke down to the broken, pathetic thing, "I'm only going to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn." Pam opened her mouth slightly, as if about to speak, but instead she just continued to gape upward at her invincible dominatrix in equal parts reverence and terror. Olga giggled and walked to the kitchen.
Pam's mind raced as she struggled to process the information. The owner of The Butt has left me unguarded, she realized, Maybe I can escape! Immediately, she thought of the years of punishment she'd suffered under The Butt, and trembled in terror at the thought of what The Butt would do to her if it caught her in a failed attempt to escape. Is it worth the risk? What should I do?
Pam will...
...attempt to escape
Pam becomes something fluffy
"S-something fluffy," Pam whispered.
A bright light emanated from Olga’s wand, and suddenly, all of the Pam’s clothing disappeared in a puff of smoke. Before her shock could wear off, her body started contorting and deforming in impossible ways. First, her arms rolled themselves up and oozed into her body, disappearing. Next, her neck shrunk into nothing and her head sank until her face was on her chest, lodged between her tiny breasts. Her legs shrank and shrank until suddenly her pussy slammed flat against her hardwood floor; her legs were gone completely. She fell onto her back, but by the time she hit the floor, her body had become light and fluffy, and the collision was soft and painless.
“What… what happened to me?” Pam asked her master, still in shock. Olga towered above her, grinning and enormous. No, that isn’t right, she isn’t bigger, Pam realized, I shrank!
“Wait until you see,” Olga said, smiling broadly as she picked Pam up with ease and carried her into the bathroom. Olga pointed Pam towards the bathroom mirror.
At first, Pam just saw a reflection Olga holding a silk throw pillow. Then, she saw that the silk pillow had a face, and gasped. “You turned me into a pillow?”
“You remember the last night we spent together, my little worm-girl? I spent the evening sitting on your face, farting on you and forcing you to lick my asshole while I watched movies? What a lovely night, but still it was annoying. You had to breathe, so I had to constantly be letting your face out of my ass crack, and listen as you pathetically gasped for air. As a pillow, you’ll no longer need to breathe! I can smother you under my beautiful ass and feed you beautiful farts for hours on end, with no interruption! I ate seven chili dogs on my way here in anticipation, my love! Shall we begin?”
Suddenly, Pam realized that Olga’s magical powers had pushed her dominating personality much too far. “No,” Pam said as Olga carried her helpless new body to the couch, “Olga, I think I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this!”
As Olga popped one of the German films she’d brought with her into Pam’s Blu-Ray player, she said, “You see? I told you that you had forgotten your place.” She quickly pulled her pants and panties off, revealing her enormous, smooth ass. “Don’t worry,” she said as she slowly but inevitably lowered her ass onto Pam’s terrified face, “This will help you remember.”
Suddenly, Pam’s face was completely engulfed in Olga’s familiar ass crack. As a pillow, Pam’s face was made out of the same silk and cotton as the rest of her, and she learned that it was just as soft and easy to squish as a regular pillow when it got pressed thin by Olga’s powerful ass cheeks. A squirming motion of Olga’s ass inexorably drew Pam’s flattened plush face deeper into the dark, wet depths of Olga’s ass crack. Pam desperately tried to protest, but her words came out as completely indistinct mumbling; Olga’s ass cheeks were smashing Pam’s pillow lips closed with incredible pressure. Pam realized with terror that her nose had smashed against Olga’s asshole when she felt the sphincter suddenly convulse. The gas had nowhere else to go, so Olga’s enormous, powerful chili fart was pumped right up Pam’s helpless nostrils. She tried to cry out in revulsion, but again, her voice was stifled by the unlimited mass of Olga’s all-consuming ass cheeks. The enormous butt crack pressure was completely flattening poor Pam’s face.
Suddenly, Pam was struck with the terrifying sensation that she was suffocating. She began squirming with total desperation, but she knew that she was helpless. No amount of effort could free her from Olga’s immense ass; in her new form, she was too weak, and Olga’s ass was immovable and unstoppable. Pam tried to scream out in terror.
Olga’s heavily muffled voice responded. “Relax, my love. You don’t need to breathe, but you’re so used to breathing that your mind probably doesn’t believe it. You aren’t going to suffocate. Besides, if you are so desperate to inhale some air, I have a special delivery for you!”
Suddenly, Pam felt Olga’s sphincter convulse again, and an even more immense, titanic chili fart was pumped directly up Pam’s nose, inflating her insides. The repulsive, noxious quality of the gas filled up her entire being, and she silently, hopelessly wept. “Now,” she heard Olga demand, “Lick my sphincter! I command it!”
No, Pam thought, There is no way I’m going to lick her shitty asshole! No! She gasped involuntarily as Olga began grinding her enormous buttocks back and forth, smashing her helpless pillow face between them. “Now!” Olga commanded. “Lick my sphincter now!”
Pam will…
...lick Olga's asshole
...refuse to obey
A bright light emanated from Olga’s wand, and suddenly, all of the Pam’s clothing disappeared in a puff of smoke. Before her shock could wear off, her body started contorting and deforming in impossible ways. First, her arms rolled themselves up and oozed into her body, disappearing. Next, her neck shrunk into nothing and her head sank until her face was on her chest, lodged between her tiny breasts. Her legs shrank and shrank until suddenly her pussy slammed flat against her hardwood floor; her legs were gone completely. She fell onto her back, but by the time she hit the floor, her body had become light and fluffy, and the collision was soft and painless.
“What… what happened to me?” Pam asked her master, still in shock. Olga towered above her, grinning and enormous. No, that isn’t right, she isn’t bigger, Pam realized, I shrank!
“Wait until you see,” Olga said, smiling broadly as she picked Pam up with ease and carried her into the bathroom. Olga pointed Pam towards the bathroom mirror.
At first, Pam just saw a reflection Olga holding a silk throw pillow. Then, she saw that the silk pillow had a face, and gasped. “You turned me into a pillow?”
“You remember the last night we spent together, my little worm-girl? I spent the evening sitting on your face, farting on you and forcing you to lick my asshole while I watched movies? What a lovely night, but still it was annoying. You had to breathe, so I had to constantly be letting your face out of my ass crack, and listen as you pathetically gasped for air. As a pillow, you’ll no longer need to breathe! I can smother you under my beautiful ass and feed you beautiful farts for hours on end, with no interruption! I ate seven chili dogs on my way here in anticipation, my love! Shall we begin?”
Suddenly, Pam realized that Olga’s magical powers had pushed her dominating personality much too far. “No,” Pam said as Olga carried her helpless new body to the couch, “Olga, I think I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this!”
As Olga popped one of the German films she’d brought with her into Pam’s Blu-Ray player, she said, “You see? I told you that you had forgotten your place.” She quickly pulled her pants and panties off, revealing her enormous, smooth ass. “Don’t worry,” she said as she slowly but inevitably lowered her ass onto Pam’s terrified face, “This will help you remember.”
Suddenly, Pam’s face was completely engulfed in Olga’s familiar ass crack. As a pillow, Pam’s face was made out of the same silk and cotton as the rest of her, and she learned that it was just as soft and easy to squish as a regular pillow when it got pressed thin by Olga’s powerful ass cheeks. A squirming motion of Olga’s ass inexorably drew Pam’s flattened plush face deeper into the dark, wet depths of Olga’s ass crack. Pam desperately tried to protest, but her words came out as completely indistinct mumbling; Olga’s ass cheeks were smashing Pam’s pillow lips closed with incredible pressure. Pam realized with terror that her nose had smashed against Olga’s asshole when she felt the sphincter suddenly convulse. The gas had nowhere else to go, so Olga’s enormous, powerful chili fart was pumped right up Pam’s helpless nostrils. She tried to cry out in revulsion, but again, her voice was stifled by the unlimited mass of Olga’s all-consuming ass cheeks. The enormous butt crack pressure was completely flattening poor Pam’s face.
Suddenly, Pam was struck with the terrifying sensation that she was suffocating. She began squirming with total desperation, but she knew that she was helpless. No amount of effort could free her from Olga’s immense ass; in her new form, she was too weak, and Olga’s ass was immovable and unstoppable. Pam tried to scream out in terror.
Olga’s heavily muffled voice responded. “Relax, my love. You don’t need to breathe, but you’re so used to breathing that your mind probably doesn’t believe it. You aren’t going to suffocate. Besides, if you are so desperate to inhale some air, I have a special delivery for you!”
Suddenly, Pam felt Olga’s sphincter convulse again, and an even more immense, titanic chili fart was pumped directly up Pam’s nose, inflating her insides. The repulsive, noxious quality of the gas filled up her entire being, and she silently, hopelessly wept. “Now,” she heard Olga demand, “Lick my sphincter! I command it!”
No, Pam thought, There is no way I’m going to lick her shitty asshole! No! She gasped involuntarily as Olga began grinding her enormous buttocks back and forth, smashing her helpless pillow face between them. “Now!” Olga commanded. “Lick my sphincter now!”
Pam will…
...lick Olga's asshole
...refuse to obey
Pam gets back together with Olga
Try as she might, Pam couldn’t resist the allure of reconnecting with
Olga. Sure, it had been a bizarre master-slave relationship with a fat
German lesbian, but the only action Pam had gotten in the last
half-decade was from her dog; it wasn’t as if she could get any more
perverted than that. She quickly pulled her pants back on and walked
out of her office.
She felt all eyes on her as she scampered through the hallways. Somehow, she always felt as if everyone in the building knew when she’d been masturbating in her office. Her face turned deep red when she considered that her co-workers may know more about her perversions than she believed.
On the drive back to her apartment, Pam suddenly remembered why it was that Olga had left. She’d discovered at a relatively late age that she possessed the witching way, and had been accepted to Moonshadow’s College of Witchcraft. By now, she’d be a full-fledged witch with magical powers. The thought of how magic spells would amplify their master-slave relationship sent a shiver of excitement and terror down Pam’s spine.
She found Olga waiting outside the door to her apartment. She looked much the same as Pam remembered her: she was fat and curvy, but with smooth, perfect skin, and she was wearing a tight black outfit that accentuated her enormous breasts and her beautifully fat ass. Olga stood with her hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her foot.
“Hello ma’am!” Pam greeted her old master nervously. “Did you have a pleasant-“
“You’re late,” Olga stated flatly.
Pam blinked. “But, ma’am, you told me to meet you here in an hour, and it’s only been twenty-“
“Silence!” Olga glared at her submissive servant. “Well, open the door already, let me inspect my new home.” Pam kept her eyes on her feet as she unlocked the door to her apartment and let Olga step back into control of her life.
Olga examined the surprisingly nice, expensive living space. “It will do,” she stated. Finally, a pleasant, loving smile crossed her face as she looked at Pam and said, “Oh, my lovely little worm-girl, I’ve missed you so! Come, hug me!”
Pam rushed gleefully into Olga’s hug, and soon, Olga was grasping her tight. Olga pressed Pam’s head into her wonderful, jiggling cleavage. “But still, I fear you may have forgotten your place after all these years.” Olga grasped Pam’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length, inspecting her up and down. She smiled devilishly as she asked herself aloud, “What am I going to do with you first? How am I going to teach you how things will be?”
Pam swallowed hard and shivered with anticipation as Olga pulled a wand out of her sleeve and slowly turned it towards her. "I'll tell you what, my worm-girl, in my infinite generosity, I will let you choose. Would you like to become something fluffy, something hard, or something clean?
Pam will…
...become something fluffy
She felt all eyes on her as she scampered through the hallways. Somehow, she always felt as if everyone in the building knew when she’d been masturbating in her office. Her face turned deep red when she considered that her co-workers may know more about her perversions than she believed.
On the drive back to her apartment, Pam suddenly remembered why it was that Olga had left. She’d discovered at a relatively late age that she possessed the witching way, and had been accepted to Moonshadow’s College of Witchcraft. By now, she’d be a full-fledged witch with magical powers. The thought of how magic spells would amplify their master-slave relationship sent a shiver of excitement and terror down Pam’s spine.
She found Olga waiting outside the door to her apartment. She looked much the same as Pam remembered her: she was fat and curvy, but with smooth, perfect skin, and she was wearing a tight black outfit that accentuated her enormous breasts and her beautifully fat ass. Olga stood with her hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her foot.
“Hello ma’am!” Pam greeted her old master nervously. “Did you have a pleasant-“
“You’re late,” Olga stated flatly.
Pam blinked. “But, ma’am, you told me to meet you here in an hour, and it’s only been twenty-“
“Silence!” Olga glared at her submissive servant. “Well, open the door already, let me inspect my new home.” Pam kept her eyes on her feet as she unlocked the door to her apartment and let Olga step back into control of her life.
Olga examined the surprisingly nice, expensive living space. “It will do,” she stated. Finally, a pleasant, loving smile crossed her face as she looked at Pam and said, “Oh, my lovely little worm-girl, I’ve missed you so! Come, hug me!”
Pam rushed gleefully into Olga’s hug, and soon, Olga was grasping her tight. Olga pressed Pam’s head into her wonderful, jiggling cleavage. “But still, I fear you may have forgotten your place after all these years.” Olga grasped Pam’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length, inspecting her up and down. She smiled devilishly as she asked herself aloud, “What am I going to do with you first? How am I going to teach you how things will be?”
Pam swallowed hard and shivered with anticipation as Olga pulled a wand out of her sleeve and slowly turned it towards her. "I'll tell you what, my worm-girl, in my infinite generosity, I will let you choose. Would you like to become something fluffy, something hard, or something clean?
Pam will…
...become something fluffy
Pam accepts Alan's offer
“I g-guess I don’t have a choice, but-“
“Great!” Alan immediately pressed a button on his desk phone and said, “Sara, can I see you in my office?”
A few moments later, Sara entered the room. “What’s up?”
“We’re going to have to find Ms. Weedle a new drawer somewhere where her smell won’t bother any of my other employees,” Alan explained enthusiastically. “I’m thinking she can have one of the empty filing cabinet drawers in the archive room. So how about you carry her over there and file her away. Just make sure to label her drawer.”
Sara looked down at Pam and smirked. This is so humiliating, Pam thought. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of joke! I thought Sara was my friend!
“You know,” Sara proposed, “I bet if we keep her in a glass jar, that’ll cut down on the smell.”
Alan’s eyes lit up. “Fantastic idea! Tell you what, why don’t you take her out of here and find her a jar. If you can’t smell her in the jar, bring her back to my office. I’d rather store her in here.”
“Sure thing, Mr. B,” Sara replied, scooping up Pam’s plate and walking out of the room.
“Sara! You’ve got to get me out of here!” Pam exclaimed, trying desperately to ignore how good it felt to be jiggled as Sara carried her away. “Alan’s not going to transform me back into a woman; he’s going to keep me like this forever so I’ll work for free, and if I refuse, he’ll flush me down the toilet! You need to take me home and find a way to help me!”
Sara arrived in the break room, and set down Pam and her plate on the counter. She looked down at Pam with pity in her eyes but a smile on her lips and said, “Sorry, Pam, but if that’s the way he wants it, that’s the way it’s going to be. I mean, come on, I’m not going to lose my job just because you turned yourself into a hotdog. That wouldn’t be fair, would it?” Sara rummaged through one of the cabinets until she found a nearly empty jar of jam.
As Sara rinsed the jar in the sink, Pam sank into despair. They can’t really be serious about this, Pam tried to reassure herself. This is just another office prank. Alan wouldn’t really do this to me. Would he?
After Sara had finished cleaning out the jar, she picked up Pam’s plate and tipped her into the jar, scrunching her face up with revulsion as she watched Pam ooze off the plate and land in the jar with a disgusting splat. “Eww! You’re so gross, Pam,” Sara exclaimed, giggling. As the lid got screwed onto Pam’s new jar, the sounds from the outside world became muffled. She watched helplessly as Sara sniffed at the air a few times and then hurried back to Alan’s office.
As Sara ran, Pam got tossed around in the jar, plopping off of the walls. I don’t think my life could possibly get more humiliating, Pam thought. I’m a poo in a jar!
“Well?” Sara asked Alan, thrusting out Pam-in-a-jar for his olfactory inspection. As the jar got thrust towards Alan’s face, Pam was catapulted forward into the front face of the jar, splattering against it and gasping with ecstasy. Alan sniffed at her.
“Perfect, I can’t smell her at all! That’ll be all, Sara,” he said, snatching Pam out of her hands. After Sara had left, he rolled his chair to the corner of his office and opened the bottom drawer on one of his cabinets. “This will be your new home, Pam,” he said as he lowered her jar into her drawer. “Remember, I own you now. If you ever stop giving me good ideas, I’ll just flush you down the toilet and forget about you. No one will miss a turd.”
Jiggling with terror, the tiny, helpless poop watched the last sliver of light get snuffed out as Alan slammed her drawer shut and moved on with his day.
THE END
“Great!” Alan immediately pressed a button on his desk phone and said, “Sara, can I see you in my office?”
A few moments later, Sara entered the room. “What’s up?”
“We’re going to have to find Ms. Weedle a new drawer somewhere where her smell won’t bother any of my other employees,” Alan explained enthusiastically. “I’m thinking she can have one of the empty filing cabinet drawers in the archive room. So how about you carry her over there and file her away. Just make sure to label her drawer.”
Sara looked down at Pam and smirked. This is so humiliating, Pam thought. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of joke! I thought Sara was my friend!
“You know,” Sara proposed, “I bet if we keep her in a glass jar, that’ll cut down on the smell.”
Alan’s eyes lit up. “Fantastic idea! Tell you what, why don’t you take her out of here and find her a jar. If you can’t smell her in the jar, bring her back to my office. I’d rather store her in here.”
“Sure thing, Mr. B,” Sara replied, scooping up Pam’s plate and walking out of the room.
“Sara! You’ve got to get me out of here!” Pam exclaimed, trying desperately to ignore how good it felt to be jiggled as Sara carried her away. “Alan’s not going to transform me back into a woman; he’s going to keep me like this forever so I’ll work for free, and if I refuse, he’ll flush me down the toilet! You need to take me home and find a way to help me!”
Sara arrived in the break room, and set down Pam and her plate on the counter. She looked down at Pam with pity in her eyes but a smile on her lips and said, “Sorry, Pam, but if that’s the way he wants it, that’s the way it’s going to be. I mean, come on, I’m not going to lose my job just because you turned yourself into a hotdog. That wouldn’t be fair, would it?” Sara rummaged through one of the cabinets until she found a nearly empty jar of jam.
As Sara rinsed the jar in the sink, Pam sank into despair. They can’t really be serious about this, Pam tried to reassure herself. This is just another office prank. Alan wouldn’t really do this to me. Would he?
After Sara had finished cleaning out the jar, she picked up Pam’s plate and tipped her into the jar, scrunching her face up with revulsion as she watched Pam ooze off the plate and land in the jar with a disgusting splat. “Eww! You’re so gross, Pam,” Sara exclaimed, giggling. As the lid got screwed onto Pam’s new jar, the sounds from the outside world became muffled. She watched helplessly as Sara sniffed at the air a few times and then hurried back to Alan’s office.
As Sara ran, Pam got tossed around in the jar, plopping off of the walls. I don’t think my life could possibly get more humiliating, Pam thought. I’m a poo in a jar!
“Well?” Sara asked Alan, thrusting out Pam-in-a-jar for his olfactory inspection. As the jar got thrust towards Alan’s face, Pam was catapulted forward into the front face of the jar, splattering against it and gasping with ecstasy. Alan sniffed at her.
“Perfect, I can’t smell her at all! That’ll be all, Sara,” he said, snatching Pam out of her hands. After Sara had left, he rolled his chair to the corner of his office and opened the bottom drawer on one of his cabinets. “This will be your new home, Pam,” he said as he lowered her jar into her drawer. “Remember, I own you now. If you ever stop giving me good ideas, I’ll just flush you down the toilet and forget about you. No one will miss a turd.”
Jiggling with terror, the tiny, helpless poop watched the last sliver of light get snuffed out as Alan slammed her drawer shut and moved on with his day.
THE END
Pam tries to communicate
I need to try to speak, Pam decided. If I could just get a message to Tim, he could go on Witchipedia and figure out a way to fix me!
As Pam floated around with the current, she concentrated all of her sloppy little mush-body on the task of speaking. As the hours drew on, she began to realize that with great effort and great focus, she could vibrate parts of her mush-body and make sounds. Eventually, she was swept out into a larger tunnel, and as she floated along, Pam began to feel as though her sloppy mush-body was beginning to solidify.
“He… elp…” Pam managed to say, realizing with excitement that as her body solidified, making sounds became easier. “Helllp…” she repeated. She continued practicing forming words as she slowly floated through the large tunnel.
Eventually, she came to a stop in a dark, moist chamber. The smell was terrible, and suddenly, Pam realized the walls of the chamber were squeezing her tight. “What’s happening to me?” Pam managed to speak. She heard some muffled voices respond.
Suddenly, the pressure being applied by the chamber became enormous, and Pam felt as though she were being squeezed through a hole that was too small to fit her. The feeling was almost as sexually pleasurable as the experience of being chewed had been. “Ohhhhhh lord,” Pam yelled, “What’s going on?!” Suddenly, she was flooded with light.
As her vision adjusted, she looked down at a large pool of water. “What the fuck? Is there something talking inside of my ass?” Pam recognized the voice as Tim’s. Suddenly, she realized what was happening to her.
“Oh my god! Oh god yes, shit me out of your butt, Tim! Shit me out of your butt! Fuck!!! It feels so good!” Pam shouted with ecstasy. Suddenly, Pam slid out of Tim’s asshole and landed in the toilet water with a plop.
Immediately, Tim jumped off of the toilet and stared wide-eyed at Pam. “What the hell are you? You’re a talking piece of shit?”
“No, Tim, it’s me, Pam Weedle! I mean, I guess I am a talking piece of shit right now, but you need to find a way to transform me back into myself!”
“Pam?! But how did this happen?”
“I wanted to get you to love me, so I brewed a love potion that I looked up on Witchipedia! But something went wrong, and it turned me into a hotdog, and then you ate the hotdog, and…”
Suddenly, Tim doubled over with laughter. “Pam, do you realize that your voice sounds like it is made out of farts? Oh god, this is fucking hilarious! Wait one second!”
Tim dashed out of the room, leaving Pam feeling embarrassed and afraid. She was about to cry when Tim came back into the toilet stall with a plate he’d grabbed from the break room. He continued laughing as he fished Pam out of the toilet using the plate. “Tim,” Pam cried, “Stop laughing at me! It’s hurting my feelings!”
This only made Tim laugh harder as he carried the plate that held the log of poop that was Pam Weedle out into the Blorb office. A crowd of all of Pam’s coworkers and peers had gathered around Tim when he said, still laughing, “Okay, Pam, tell everybody what you just told me! How did this happen to you?”
Pam began sobbing. She had never been more humiliated in her entire life. “I tried to create a potion that would make you fall in love with me, but something went wrong and it turned me into a hotdog, and then… and then…”
Pam’s explanation had been drowned out in a sea of laughter. This caused Pam to begin bawling uncontrollably. “Oh Christ,” Sara Tinsel cackled, “I can’t tell if she’s crying or farting!” A fresh wave of laughter rolled over the crowd.
Two young salesmen in the crowd began to playfully poke at her with their pens, and, as if she weren’t humiliated enough, she involuntarily responded to each poke with a moan of ecstasy. Laughing hysterically, Tim exclaimed, “That’s our Pam! Even as a shit log, she’s still an oversexed pervert!”
“Alright everybody, that’s enough,” said Alan Blomfield, the owner of Blorb Marketing Concepts, motioning for everyone to calm down. “Let’s get back to work. Tim, hand over Pam. I need to have a private conversation with her.”
Pam felt hyperaware of her pathetic new form as she was handed over to her boss on a small plate. I’m only a warm lump of poo on a plate, she thought to herself as she shivered with fear. I’m completely tiny and helpless.
Alan set the plate of Pam on his desk, and then closed the door to his office. Wordlessly, he walked back to his desk, sat down, and pulled a pen out of a drawer. He proceeded to poke the pen into Pam’s soft, mushy poop-body. Although she tried as hard as she could to resist it, a moan of pleasure escaped from her. Alan smiled and asked, “Does it really feel so good?”
If Pam could’ve blushed, she would’ve, and she stammered as she admitted, “Y-y-yes. I don’t know why, but it does.”
Alan smiled. “Here’s the situation, Pam. You’re only an object, now, and a loathsome object at that. You have no legal rights whatsoever. That being said, I do find your skillset useful. So, I’m going to offer you a deal: you’re going to continue working for me, but for no pay whatsoever. You’ll live here in the office, in a drawer somewhere where your smell won’t bother anyone, and we’ll take you out and use you for psychology consulting when we need it. And I’ll tell you what: if you play ball and continue to be useful, I’ll send an intern to stir you up with a pen once in a while.”
Pam felt dizzy with terror, and her poop-body began jiggling as she shook with fear. “You mean… you’re n-not going t-to turn me b-back into myself?”
“No.”
Pam couldn’t bear the thought of being a log of poop for the rest of her existence. “Then why should I help you at all?”
Alan’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You’ll help me because if you don’t, I’ll flush you down the toilet like the smelly little poop that you are.”
“No!” Pam screamed.
“The toilet is where poop goes, Pam.”
“No, you can’t! Please! I’ll be swept away into the sewers with no one to talk to, all alone!” Pam was sobbing hysterically. “You can’t flush me! I’ll be stuck this way forever!”
“Then make your choice,” Alan says. “Will you accept my generous offer?”
Pam will…
...accept Alan's offer
As Pam floated around with the current, she concentrated all of her sloppy little mush-body on the task of speaking. As the hours drew on, she began to realize that with great effort and great focus, she could vibrate parts of her mush-body and make sounds. Eventually, she was swept out into a larger tunnel, and as she floated along, Pam began to feel as though her sloppy mush-body was beginning to solidify.
“He… elp…” Pam managed to say, realizing with excitement that as her body solidified, making sounds became easier. “Helllp…” she repeated. She continued practicing forming words as she slowly floated through the large tunnel.
Eventually, she came to a stop in a dark, moist chamber. The smell was terrible, and suddenly, Pam realized the walls of the chamber were squeezing her tight. “What’s happening to me?” Pam managed to speak. She heard some muffled voices respond.
Suddenly, the pressure being applied by the chamber became enormous, and Pam felt as though she were being squeezed through a hole that was too small to fit her. The feeling was almost as sexually pleasurable as the experience of being chewed had been. “Ohhhhhh lord,” Pam yelled, “What’s going on?!” Suddenly, she was flooded with light.
As her vision adjusted, she looked down at a large pool of water. “What the fuck? Is there something talking inside of my ass?” Pam recognized the voice as Tim’s. Suddenly, she realized what was happening to her.
“Oh my god! Oh god yes, shit me out of your butt, Tim! Shit me out of your butt! Fuck!!! It feels so good!” Pam shouted with ecstasy. Suddenly, Pam slid out of Tim’s asshole and landed in the toilet water with a plop.
Immediately, Tim jumped off of the toilet and stared wide-eyed at Pam. “What the hell are you? You’re a talking piece of shit?”
“No, Tim, it’s me, Pam Weedle! I mean, I guess I am a talking piece of shit right now, but you need to find a way to transform me back into myself!”
“Pam?! But how did this happen?”
“I wanted to get you to love me, so I brewed a love potion that I looked up on Witchipedia! But something went wrong, and it turned me into a hotdog, and then you ate the hotdog, and…”
Suddenly, Tim doubled over with laughter. “Pam, do you realize that your voice sounds like it is made out of farts? Oh god, this is fucking hilarious! Wait one second!”
Tim dashed out of the room, leaving Pam feeling embarrassed and afraid. She was about to cry when Tim came back into the toilet stall with a plate he’d grabbed from the break room. He continued laughing as he fished Pam out of the toilet using the plate. “Tim,” Pam cried, “Stop laughing at me! It’s hurting my feelings!”
This only made Tim laugh harder as he carried the plate that held the log of poop that was Pam Weedle out into the Blorb office. A crowd of all of Pam’s coworkers and peers had gathered around Tim when he said, still laughing, “Okay, Pam, tell everybody what you just told me! How did this happen to you?”
Pam began sobbing. She had never been more humiliated in her entire life. “I tried to create a potion that would make you fall in love with me, but something went wrong and it turned me into a hotdog, and then… and then…”
Pam’s explanation had been drowned out in a sea of laughter. This caused Pam to begin bawling uncontrollably. “Oh Christ,” Sara Tinsel cackled, “I can’t tell if she’s crying or farting!” A fresh wave of laughter rolled over the crowd.
Two young salesmen in the crowd began to playfully poke at her with their pens, and, as if she weren’t humiliated enough, she involuntarily responded to each poke with a moan of ecstasy. Laughing hysterically, Tim exclaimed, “That’s our Pam! Even as a shit log, she’s still an oversexed pervert!”
“Alright everybody, that’s enough,” said Alan Blomfield, the owner of Blorb Marketing Concepts, motioning for everyone to calm down. “Let’s get back to work. Tim, hand over Pam. I need to have a private conversation with her.”
Pam felt hyperaware of her pathetic new form as she was handed over to her boss on a small plate. I’m only a warm lump of poo on a plate, she thought to herself as she shivered with fear. I’m completely tiny and helpless.
Alan set the plate of Pam on his desk, and then closed the door to his office. Wordlessly, he walked back to his desk, sat down, and pulled a pen out of a drawer. He proceeded to poke the pen into Pam’s soft, mushy poop-body. Although she tried as hard as she could to resist it, a moan of pleasure escaped from her. Alan smiled and asked, “Does it really feel so good?”
If Pam could’ve blushed, she would’ve, and she stammered as she admitted, “Y-y-yes. I don’t know why, but it does.”
Alan smiled. “Here’s the situation, Pam. You’re only an object, now, and a loathsome object at that. You have no legal rights whatsoever. That being said, I do find your skillset useful. So, I’m going to offer you a deal: you’re going to continue working for me, but for no pay whatsoever. You’ll live here in the office, in a drawer somewhere where your smell won’t bother anyone, and we’ll take you out and use you for psychology consulting when we need it. And I’ll tell you what: if you play ball and continue to be useful, I’ll send an intern to stir you up with a pen once in a while.”
Pam felt dizzy with terror, and her poop-body began jiggling as she shook with fear. “You mean… you’re n-not going t-to turn me b-back into myself?”
“No.”
Pam couldn’t bear the thought of being a log of poop for the rest of her existence. “Then why should I help you at all?”
Alan’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You’ll help me because if you don’t, I’ll flush you down the toilet like the smelly little poop that you are.”
“No!” Pam screamed.
“The toilet is where poop goes, Pam.”
“No, you can’t! Please! I’ll be swept away into the sewers with no one to talk to, all alone!” Pam was sobbing hysterically. “You can’t flush me! I’ll be stuck this way forever!”
“Then make your choice,” Alan says. “Will you accept my generous offer?”
Pam will…
...accept Alan's offer
Pam waits to see what happens next
It’s hopeless, Pam realized. I might as well just wait and see what is going to become of me.
Hours later, Pam swept out into what felt like a wider tunnel. As she floated along, she began to feel some of her solidity returning, as if her mush-body were starting to reform itself. Eventually, she came to a stop in a dank, moist chamber. The smell was awful, and Pam began to realize that she was under a great deal of pressure. Oh god, Pam thought. What now?
Pam felt like she was being squeezed through a hole too small to fit through, although the pressure actually felt incredibly pleasurable. Suddenly, she could see light! As her vision adjusted, Pam looked down to the huge pool of water below. She felt the onset of despair as she finally realized what was happening to her.
I’m being shitted out of Tim’s butt, Pam realized, struggling to feel the appropriate amount of humiliation through the waves of orgasmic pleasure she experienced as she was squeezed out of Tim’s sphincter. I’m only a log of shit now! What have I done?!
Suddenly, she slid out of Tim’s asshole and landed with a splash in the toilet bowl. She looked up with longing at Tim’s beautiful cock while he wiped his ass. That was supposed to be mine, Pam thought with regret. Now I’ll never get cock again. I’m only a log of shit who used to be a hotdog. Eww, and I can even smell my own shit stink! This sucks!
Tim tossed a shitty wad of toilet paper into the bowl with Pam, stood up and reached for the handle. This is it, Pam thought. Goodbye, my love! When he pulled the handle, the toilet waters rushed and swirled, and Pam was swept downward. As she was helplessly washed away with the current, every turn in the plumbing felt completely orgasmic for the pathetic little log of shit, and she was never heard from by anyone ever again.
THE END
Hours later, Pam swept out into what felt like a wider tunnel. As she floated along, she began to feel some of her solidity returning, as if her mush-body were starting to reform itself. Eventually, she came to a stop in a dank, moist chamber. The smell was awful, and Pam began to realize that she was under a great deal of pressure. Oh god, Pam thought. What now?
Pam felt like she was being squeezed through a hole too small to fit through, although the pressure actually felt incredibly pleasurable. Suddenly, she could see light! As her vision adjusted, Pam looked down to the huge pool of water below. She felt the onset of despair as she finally realized what was happening to her.
I’m being shitted out of Tim’s butt, Pam realized, struggling to feel the appropriate amount of humiliation through the waves of orgasmic pleasure she experienced as she was squeezed out of Tim’s sphincter. I’m only a log of shit now! What have I done?!
Suddenly, she slid out of Tim’s asshole and landed with a splash in the toilet bowl. She looked up with longing at Tim’s beautiful cock while he wiped his ass. That was supposed to be mine, Pam thought with regret. Now I’ll never get cock again. I’m only a log of shit who used to be a hotdog. Eww, and I can even smell my own shit stink! This sucks!
Tim tossed a shitty wad of toilet paper into the bowl with Pam, stood up and reached for the handle. This is it, Pam thought. Goodbye, my love! When he pulled the handle, the toilet waters rushed and swirled, and Pam was swept downward. As she was helplessly washed away with the current, every turn in the plumbing felt completely orgasmic for the pathetic little log of shit, and she was never heard from by anyone ever again.
THE END
Pam attempts to brew a love potion
Pam typed “Love Potion” into Witchipedia. After skimming the article
for a few minutes, she muttered, “Dang it, this is just a general
article on love potions. I need specifics! Ah, here we go, ‘List of
Love Potions.’” She began skimming through the formulas of the various
specific types of love potion. Pam was rather limited in what she could
brew; she did not possess the witching way, and the only alchemical
ingredients she had on hand were those included in the My First Alchemy
Kit she kept in her filing cabinet. Finally, she found a potion that
she was capable of creating.
“Desire Fulfilled,” Pam read aloud, “will transform whoever drinks it into the object of her potential lover’s most immediate desire. Perfect!” She quickly scrolled over the “Dangers” section to print out the alchemical formula, and quickly set to work brewing the potion in her coffee mug.
Within half an hour, she was done mixing reagents. “I’m almost done! I just have to whisper Tim’s name into the brew, heat it to 90°C in the break room’s microwave, and drink it!” Pam scampered out of her office with the brew firmly in hand when she again saw Tim, who was chatting with his friend and fellow salesman Joe Barnett about the Yankees game Tim had gone to that weekend. Although neither of them took any notice of Pam, she still blushed and averted her eyes as she passed.
“Tim Weathers,” Pam whispered into the brew before placing it gently in the microwave. After microwaving for several minutes, there was a bright flash of green flame that Pam knew meant the potion was completed. She took it out and held the steaming mug of glowing green fluid in her hands. “Finally, Tim will be mine, and I’ll be in a normal, healthy sexual relationship!” Pam declared and then chugged the potion in several quick gulps.
After she swallowed the potion, she had to struggle to suppress her gag reflex. “Ugh, that stuff is awful,” she said. “I wonder if it worked. Will Tim really think I’m sexy now?”
Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. “Whuh… what’s happening?” was all Pam had time to ask before she noticed that her arms were shrinking into her shoulders, and her clothes seemed to be growing larger. No, that wasn’t right… she was getting smaller!
As her body continued to warp and shrink, her clothes fell off of her in a heap and Pam noticed that they began to change as well. “Help,” Pam gasped as her body temperature rose and a pleasant, familiar aroma began to fill the room. She wiggled her fingers as they oozed into her long tube-like body and vanished. Her ponytail, which now reached the floor, began to feel warm and fluffy behind her as it grew into a new shape, and she noticed that her skin took on a smooth, shiny texture.
Pam felt humiliated and terrified by the enormous, alien dimensions the break room took on as she continued to shrink. Her clothes, she realized, had transformed into some kind of paper boat underneath her feet. When she tried to run away, she realized that her legs had fused together, and clumsily fell onto her back. Before she struck the ground, however, she landed on the warm, fluffy thing her ponytail had transformed into, which wrapped around her.
“…a hotdog bun?” Pam wondered before her lips sealed shut and her facial features oozed into the tube of meat she had become. Oh my god, Pam thought. Did I turn into a hotdog? She shuddered with undeniable sexual pleasure as her insides transformed into soft, pink hotdog meat. She felt like the entirety of her piping hot, delicious body was a clitoris. She wiggled weakly in her warm, fluffy hotdog bun, and was overcome by waves of pleasure.
But why didn’t my potion work? Pam wondered. And what am I going to do now?
Suddenly, Tim entered the break room. When his eyes met Pam, he did a double-take and looked completely baffled. Tim, it’s me! Pam! You need to help me!
“What the hell?” Tim wondered aloud. I drank a potion, but something went wrong, and– “Why would someone leave a hotdog on the floor of the break room?”
Oh my god, Pam thought. He can’t hear me! Oh no… is he looking at me with… hunger?! Pam was horrified to realize that she found the prospect of being eaten simultaneously terrifying and arousing. She struggled to escape but realized she could no longer even manage to wiggle.
“This is exactly like the ballpark hotdogs they sell at Yankee Stadium. I’ve been craving another one of these all day… This is so weird,” Tim said as he picked Pam up and smelled her.
Surely Tim wouldn’t just eat a hotdog off of the floor, Pam thought, but then she realized that her clothes had transformed into a small paper hotdog tray, keeping her bun clean. After glancing out the door to make sure nobody was coming, Tim picked Pam and her bun up out of her tray. Oh no, he’s going to do it!
When Tim chomped into the meat tube that her feet had turned into, it was the most deliriously pleasurable sensation Pam had ever felt. Oh yes, eat me, eat me! Tim quickly scarfed her down until there was only one bite left of her. She had never felt more small, vulnerable, and pathetic. Even the waves of ecstatic sexual pleasure coursing through her served to make her feel more tiny and helpless. She was only a tiny chunk of hotdog, and soon her fate would be sealed.
Tim popped what was left of Pam into his mouth. Inside, she felt the pleasure of a hundred orgasms as Tim’s teeth noisily ground her into mush. It was so wet and warm and dark inside and she wanted the experience of being chewed up to last forever, but too soon, Tim’s enormous, muscular tongue swept the mush that was Pam down his throat. With a splat, Pam landed on the pulped up remnants of the previous bites Tim had taken out of her, and slid slowly into a warm pool of fluid.
Although her pleasure had peaked in Tim’s mouth, the fizzling sensation of the stomach acids against Pam’s sloppy mush-body was still quite calming, and she continued pleasantly convulsing from the aftershock of the chewing experience for what may have been hours. Suddenly, she realized with a start that her already sloppy mush-body was quickly becoming even sloppier and mushier.
Oh my gosh, Pam realized, I’m being digested! Suddenly, a much softer, sloppier Pam was sucked down under the acid pool. She felt like she was slowly floating through a lazy river at a waterpark, full of twists and turns, occasionally bumping into walls and constantly being tickled by an army of tiny, wiggling fingers. It was pleasant enough, but it felt like the fingers were taking something away from her, and she was beginning to fear what was going to become of her.
Pam will…
...wait to see what happens next
...try to communicate
“Desire Fulfilled,” Pam read aloud, “will transform whoever drinks it into the object of her potential lover’s most immediate desire. Perfect!” She quickly scrolled over the “Dangers” section to print out the alchemical formula, and quickly set to work brewing the potion in her coffee mug.
Within half an hour, she was done mixing reagents. “I’m almost done! I just have to whisper Tim’s name into the brew, heat it to 90°C in the break room’s microwave, and drink it!” Pam scampered out of her office with the brew firmly in hand when she again saw Tim, who was chatting with his friend and fellow salesman Joe Barnett about the Yankees game Tim had gone to that weekend. Although neither of them took any notice of Pam, she still blushed and averted her eyes as she passed.
“Tim Weathers,” Pam whispered into the brew before placing it gently in the microwave. After microwaving for several minutes, there was a bright flash of green flame that Pam knew meant the potion was completed. She took it out and held the steaming mug of glowing green fluid in her hands. “Finally, Tim will be mine, and I’ll be in a normal, healthy sexual relationship!” Pam declared and then chugged the potion in several quick gulps.
After she swallowed the potion, she had to struggle to suppress her gag reflex. “Ugh, that stuff is awful,” she said. “I wonder if it worked. Will Tim really think I’m sexy now?”
Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. “Whuh… what’s happening?” was all Pam had time to ask before she noticed that her arms were shrinking into her shoulders, and her clothes seemed to be growing larger. No, that wasn’t right… she was getting smaller!
As her body continued to warp and shrink, her clothes fell off of her in a heap and Pam noticed that they began to change as well. “Help,” Pam gasped as her body temperature rose and a pleasant, familiar aroma began to fill the room. She wiggled her fingers as they oozed into her long tube-like body and vanished. Her ponytail, which now reached the floor, began to feel warm and fluffy behind her as it grew into a new shape, and she noticed that her skin took on a smooth, shiny texture.
Pam felt humiliated and terrified by the enormous, alien dimensions the break room took on as she continued to shrink. Her clothes, she realized, had transformed into some kind of paper boat underneath her feet. When she tried to run away, she realized that her legs had fused together, and clumsily fell onto her back. Before she struck the ground, however, she landed on the warm, fluffy thing her ponytail had transformed into, which wrapped around her.
“…a hotdog bun?” Pam wondered before her lips sealed shut and her facial features oozed into the tube of meat she had become. Oh my god, Pam thought. Did I turn into a hotdog? She shuddered with undeniable sexual pleasure as her insides transformed into soft, pink hotdog meat. She felt like the entirety of her piping hot, delicious body was a clitoris. She wiggled weakly in her warm, fluffy hotdog bun, and was overcome by waves of pleasure.
But why didn’t my potion work? Pam wondered. And what am I going to do now?
Suddenly, Tim entered the break room. When his eyes met Pam, he did a double-take and looked completely baffled. Tim, it’s me! Pam! You need to help me!
“What the hell?” Tim wondered aloud. I drank a potion, but something went wrong, and– “Why would someone leave a hotdog on the floor of the break room?”
Oh my god, Pam thought. He can’t hear me! Oh no… is he looking at me with… hunger?! Pam was horrified to realize that she found the prospect of being eaten simultaneously terrifying and arousing. She struggled to escape but realized she could no longer even manage to wiggle.
“This is exactly like the ballpark hotdogs they sell at Yankee Stadium. I’ve been craving another one of these all day… This is so weird,” Tim said as he picked Pam up and smelled her.
Surely Tim wouldn’t just eat a hotdog off of the floor, Pam thought, but then she realized that her clothes had transformed into a small paper hotdog tray, keeping her bun clean. After glancing out the door to make sure nobody was coming, Tim picked Pam and her bun up out of her tray. Oh no, he’s going to do it!
When Tim chomped into the meat tube that her feet had turned into, it was the most deliriously pleasurable sensation Pam had ever felt. Oh yes, eat me, eat me! Tim quickly scarfed her down until there was only one bite left of her. She had never felt more small, vulnerable, and pathetic. Even the waves of ecstatic sexual pleasure coursing through her served to make her feel more tiny and helpless. She was only a tiny chunk of hotdog, and soon her fate would be sealed.
Tim popped what was left of Pam into his mouth. Inside, she felt the pleasure of a hundred orgasms as Tim’s teeth noisily ground her into mush. It was so wet and warm and dark inside and she wanted the experience of being chewed up to last forever, but too soon, Tim’s enormous, muscular tongue swept the mush that was Pam down his throat. With a splat, Pam landed on the pulped up remnants of the previous bites Tim had taken out of her, and slid slowly into a warm pool of fluid.
Although her pleasure had peaked in Tim’s mouth, the fizzling sensation of the stomach acids against Pam’s sloppy mush-body was still quite calming, and she continued pleasantly convulsing from the aftershock of the chewing experience for what may have been hours. Suddenly, she realized with a start that her already sloppy mush-body was quickly becoming even sloppier and mushier.
Oh my gosh, Pam realized, I’m being digested! Suddenly, a much softer, sloppier Pam was sucked down under the acid pool. She felt like she was slowly floating through a lazy river at a waterpark, full of twists and turns, occasionally bumping into walls and constantly being tickled by an army of tiny, wiggling fingers. It was pleasant enough, but it felt like the fingers were taking something away from her, and she was beginning to fear what was going to become of her.
Pam will…
...wait to see what happens next
...try to communicate
Pam browses Witchipedia
If Pam had wanted to get herself transformed into an inanimate object
and presented to Tim as a gesture of absolute submission, she decided,
she might as well go back to Olga. No, Pam thought, I’m going to find a more aggressive way to win his heart. She opened Witchipedia and began browsing through the many pages about potions.
“Hmm,” Pam murmured, “Maybe some kind of body enhancement potion?” She looked down at her plain, lanky body and her tiny, almost mannish breasts. She’d jealously watched Tim flirting with Sara, the buxom receptionist, countless times. “Maybe I could create a potion that would make my boobs bigger…”
“Or maybe the simplest thing to do would just be to brew a love potion,” she considered. “That way, he’d have no choice but to fall in love with me!”
Pam will…
...attempt to brew a love potion
“Hmm,” Pam murmured, “Maybe some kind of body enhancement potion?” She looked down at her plain, lanky body and her tiny, almost mannish breasts. She’d jealously watched Tim flirting with Sara, the buxom receptionist, countless times. “Maybe I could create a potion that would make my boobs bigger…”
“Or maybe the simplest thing to do would just be to brew a love potion,” she considered. “That way, he’d have no choice but to fall in love with me!”
Pam will…
...attempt to brew a love potion
Pam attempts to woo Tim
No, Pam decided, I’m not going to get back together with Olga. I’m going to find a normal, healthy romantic relationship!
Immediately, her thoughts drifted back to Tim Weathers. He was so
attractive and confident… but how would a weirdo like Pam ever attract a
man like Tim?
Suddenly, Pam recalled the Valentine’s Day nation-wide promotional campaign she’d developed for Transform-U. Transform-U was a magical franchise staffed entirely by witches; they offered magical transformations of all kinds to customers at reasonable prices. Magical businesses like Transform-U had been springing up left and right ever since the magical world collectively lifted its secrecy regulations a decade earlier.
Pam knew that Transform-U offered a suite of temporary romantic transformations to people who wanted to present themselves as a romantic gift to their beloved. The thought of being temporarily transformed into an inanimate object had always excited her, but she’d never had the nerve to try it out. Maybe if she had herself turned into a bouquet of flowers or something for the weekend, and had herself delivered to Tim, it would show him how much she thought of him?
Then again, if she was going to resort to magic to win Tim’s heart, she could always try to do things herself. No, Pam didn’t possess the witching way, but a lot of alchemical potions could be created even without magical powers. The formulas for a lot of great potions were available for free on Witchipedia.
Pam will…
...browse Witchipedia
Suddenly, Pam recalled the Valentine’s Day nation-wide promotional campaign she’d developed for Transform-U. Transform-U was a magical franchise staffed entirely by witches; they offered magical transformations of all kinds to customers at reasonable prices. Magical businesses like Transform-U had been springing up left and right ever since the magical world collectively lifted its secrecy regulations a decade earlier.
Pam knew that Transform-U offered a suite of temporary romantic transformations to people who wanted to present themselves as a romantic gift to their beloved. The thought of being temporarily transformed into an inanimate object had always excited her, but she’d never had the nerve to try it out. Maybe if she had herself turned into a bouquet of flowers or something for the weekend, and had herself delivered to Tim, it would show him how much she thought of him?
Then again, if she was going to resort to magic to win Tim’s heart, she could always try to do things herself. No, Pam didn’t possess the witching way, but a lot of alchemical potions could be created even without magical powers. The formulas for a lot of great potions were available for free on Witchipedia.
Pam will…
...browse Witchipedia
Meet Pam Weedle
As Pam Weedle walked through the lobby of Blorb Marketing Concepts,
she was struck by the unexplainable sensation that today was going to
mark a turning point in her life. “Good morning,” Pam murmured at
Blorb’s young, attractive receptionist, Sara Tinsel, who paid Pam little
mind as she chewed her gum and lip synced to the music coming out of
her headphones.
Pam was freckled, lanky and awkward, with buck teeth and straight red hair tied into a ponytail that made her look like a teenager, although she was actually thirty-three. She was considered a brilliant marketing psychologist, and on an intellectual level, she could devise a way to sell anything to anybody; however, she had always been hopelessly strange in social situations, and her personal life was a disaster as a result. She had very few friends, and hadn’t had a romantic relationship with a human being in five years.
On her way to her office, Pam passed by Tim Weathers, an attractive salesman she’d been harboring a secret, intense lust for. She did her best to squeak out a greeting while awkwardly avoiding eye contact and scurrying away.
As soon as she was safely in her office, she locked the door, drew the curtains on the windows, and began frantically rooting through her desk drawers for her secret work vibrator. Her panties were already soaking with her juices.
Pam was not a sexless prude, as many assumed. In fact, she was a sex-starved pervert with all manner of twisted, bizarre fetishes. She could rarely make it through a workday without masturbating at least once, and things had been getting even worse ever since Hunter had died.
Pam had to put Hunter, her German Shepherd, to sleep three weeks earlier, after he’d been hit by a car. She’d been devastated; she’d secretly trained the dog to perform cunnilingus, which had done wonders to keep her bottomless sex drive in check.
Pam had already begun to tear her pants and panties off when her cell phone rang. At first she ignored the call, instead opting to grope at her sopping, hairy crotch, but as soon as she recognized the ring tone as Olga’s, Pam’s old submissive instincts kicked in and she thoughtlessly picked up the phone. “Yes, ma’am!” she squealed, before she realized what she had done.
The deep, thick and sultry voice of Olga Stoutmeyer responded. “I’ve moved back to town, my little worm-girl. You will meet me at your apartment in one hour and surrender yourself to my service once more.”
Dizziness overtook Pam as she stood shaking with terror. A bead of pussy juices trickled down her leg and sweat began to accumulate on her brow. She hadn’t seen or heard from Olga for five years. “I… Olga... I don’t know… I don’t think our relationship was very good for my… my self-esteem,” she managed to assert in a timid whisper.
Silence radiated from the telephone for several seconds. “Who is caring what the worm-girl thinks of herself? Are you not my slave? You will be at your apartment in one hour.” After her brusque order, Olga disconnected. Pam fell back into her chair and thought about the last night she had spent with Olga.
Olga had rented a handful of German films. Pam had spent the evening tied up on the couch, her face squished right up the crack of Olga’s huge, naked ass. Olga sat on Pam’s face that way for at least six hours, eating a large bowl of chili and several bags of pork rinds as she watched her movies. Pam’s entire universe that night had been Olga’s enormous, sweaty ass and the wretched chili farts that blasted out of it.
The memory was at once humiliating and titillating. “God, what the fuck is wrong with me?” Pam wondered aloud. What was she going to do?
Pam will…
...attempt to woo Tim
...get back together with Olga
Pam was freckled, lanky and awkward, with buck teeth and straight red hair tied into a ponytail that made her look like a teenager, although she was actually thirty-three. She was considered a brilliant marketing psychologist, and on an intellectual level, she could devise a way to sell anything to anybody; however, she had always been hopelessly strange in social situations, and her personal life was a disaster as a result. She had very few friends, and hadn’t had a romantic relationship with a human being in five years.
On her way to her office, Pam passed by Tim Weathers, an attractive salesman she’d been harboring a secret, intense lust for. She did her best to squeak out a greeting while awkwardly avoiding eye contact and scurrying away.
As soon as she was safely in her office, she locked the door, drew the curtains on the windows, and began frantically rooting through her desk drawers for her secret work vibrator. Her panties were already soaking with her juices.
Pam was not a sexless prude, as many assumed. In fact, she was a sex-starved pervert with all manner of twisted, bizarre fetishes. She could rarely make it through a workday without masturbating at least once, and things had been getting even worse ever since Hunter had died.
Pam had to put Hunter, her German Shepherd, to sleep three weeks earlier, after he’d been hit by a car. She’d been devastated; she’d secretly trained the dog to perform cunnilingus, which had done wonders to keep her bottomless sex drive in check.
Pam had already begun to tear her pants and panties off when her cell phone rang. At first she ignored the call, instead opting to grope at her sopping, hairy crotch, but as soon as she recognized the ring tone as Olga’s, Pam’s old submissive instincts kicked in and she thoughtlessly picked up the phone. “Yes, ma’am!” she squealed, before she realized what she had done.
The deep, thick and sultry voice of Olga Stoutmeyer responded. “I’ve moved back to town, my little worm-girl. You will meet me at your apartment in one hour and surrender yourself to my service once more.”
Dizziness overtook Pam as she stood shaking with terror. A bead of pussy juices trickled down her leg and sweat began to accumulate on her brow. She hadn’t seen or heard from Olga for five years. “I… Olga... I don’t know… I don’t think our relationship was very good for my… my self-esteem,” she managed to assert in a timid whisper.
Silence radiated from the telephone for several seconds. “Who is caring what the worm-girl thinks of herself? Are you not my slave? You will be at your apartment in one hour.” After her brusque order, Olga disconnected. Pam fell back into her chair and thought about the last night she had spent with Olga.
Olga had rented a handful of German films. Pam had spent the evening tied up on the couch, her face squished right up the crack of Olga’s huge, naked ass. Olga sat on Pam’s face that way for at least six hours, eating a large bowl of chili and several bags of pork rinds as she watched her movies. Pam’s entire universe that night had been Olga’s enormous, sweaty ass and the wretched chili farts that blasted out of it.
The memory was at once humiliating and titillating. “God, what the fuck is wrong with me?” Pam wondered aloud. What was she going to do?
Pam will…
...attempt to woo Tim
...get back together with Olga
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