Tim watched from the bushes as the mail woman drove off. He quietly laughed to himself, looking at the still warm dog crap he held in his plastic wrapped hands. As soon as the mail truck rounded the corner, he checked to make sure the coast was clear, and dashed to the mailbox. He quickly opened it, shoved the mail back, and deposited the smelly waste, before closing the box and running back to his hiding place.

A shout came out of the nearby house’s open window: “Shir, I heard da mail come! Go git it alrea’y!”

A minute later, Shirley came out with a huff. She was the fifteen year old daughter of the neighbors, and she and Tim had never gotten along. She was blonde-haired, and she was built just the way Tim liked girls – thin, with a small but defined rack and ass. He found it hard to admit to himself, but it was true, he liked her. However, he was a man of principle – he couldn’t just let up on a war that had been going on for ten years, more than half his life.

He watched with a wide grin as Shirley stared down the road while absentmindedly opening the mailbox and shoving her hand in to grab the contents. The squelching sound was just barely audible from Tim’s hiding spot.

“What the fuck is – OH MY GOD. Damn it Tim, I am going to fucking KILL YOU!” Shirley yelled at the top of her lungs, fuming, looking around for the little shit. This was just the most recent of attacks on her, and she had reached her limits. She noticed some movement in a nearby bush, followed by cackling, and quickly started running towards it.

Tim couldn’t resist laughing immediately, giving up all pretenses of hiding and running as fast as he could into his nearby house, slamming and locking the door. He ignored her hurling insults and cursing at him through the door. He knew she made big threats, but never delivered on any of them later. He merely shook his head, smiling, as he trudged further into his home.

The Todds were nearly the ideal white picket fence, suburban family living in an idyllic little neighborhood in a small, Midwest town. Emphasis on nearly, for there was one member of the family who ruined their nearly stereotypical peaceful yet dreary lives: Tim. Tim was a fifteen year old boy, and, as you have probably figured out, the neighborhood ‘prankster’. Everyone on the block could certainly think of more colorful names for him, of course, because no one on the block was safe. Somehow he always escaped before he was caught, so he had never landed in serious trouble before, but everyone knew it was him, and he had been grounded plenty of times.

Tim walked by his father, John, who was reading the news paper in his old recliner. He was an older family man, nearing his fifties, and his hair had already made him grey. ‘Heh, guess that just shows how tired I’ve made him. He barely even tries any more, besides just sending me to my room,’ Tim thought to himself.

Without even looking up from his paper, John asked, “What’s with the door slamming, Tim?”

“Eh, it was just a strong breeze, pops.”

Walking further in, he passed the kitchen, where his mother and oldest sister were already preparing dinner. His mother, Ashley, was the average mother who had let herself go just a bit – just a tiny bit chubby, with sizable hips and bust. She was a kind mother, and always did her best to make her children get along.

 His oldest sister, Karin, was twenty and home for the weekend from college. She was a brunette who took after her mother, minus the gut. She was at least a D cup, and she had a firm and shapely, yet slightly sizable, ass. She was the brains of the family, and destined for some special kind of doctor Tim couldn’t pronounce.

Tim turned down the hallway, walking past the rooms of the last two members of the family, his younger sisters Shannon and Olivia. Shannon had dirty blonde hair, and was just starting to grow into her femininity. She had borderline b cups and a shapely but tiny ass. She was a girly girl who loved everything pink, and had already joined the Middle School cheer team. She was going through the last bits of puberty, and she was usually pretty cranky.

Meanwhile, Olivia was eleven, and she was just starting puberty. She was through and through a tomboy, always playing in the backyard and rarely cleaned up. She was a brunette, and was of course very skinny from all of the sports she played with her friends, and was overall fairly average otherwise.

Of course, Tim never thought about any of this, especially not as he shut the door to his room to begin planning his next plot. Tomorrow was his birthday, so he had to do something really special… But suddenly, he felt odd. He looked out his window, and was confused to see everything completely still – a car in the middle of the road, a bird in mid-flight, even Shirley holding her middle finger towards his bedroom window. Suddenly, he couldn’t move either.

“Hahaha, are you ready to have some fun, Tim m’boy?” A strange man wearing a suit stepped in front of him. How he got in or why he was wearing that ugly suit weren’t the concerning parts; no, Tim was far more concerned with why he had horns, a tail, and shining white wings. “I’m glad you wondered that Tim.”

The strange looking man… thing? materialized a chair, and sat back, lighting a pipe. “I am a Nephillim – half angel, half demon. I’m part of a new agreement between Hell and Heaven to make things more ‘fair’ now that people are going all sortsa places with their agnostic theories ‘bout how there ain’t no God or Devil. Lots of boring politics crap, ya know? But lucky for you, in the agreement is the new ‘scared straight’ program I’m part of. Basically, we take rowdy fellas like you who are on a bad path, and show them what Hell’ll be like if they don’t start fixing their shit.”

Tim was forced to stare at the demon thing as it took a long breath from its pipe, “Aaah. So, as I can tell, amidst thinking this is stupid and might be a bad dream out of some bad writer’s retarded story somewhere, you’re wondering what the Hell Hell is like. It’s a very punny place. By which I mean, we make up as many horrible, painful puns as we can, and apply them to your life so it seems like we’re somehow punishing you for the horrible things you did. We don’t actually give a shit about you atoning, it just makes things more fun for us.”

Tim could do nothing but watch as he grew smaller and seemed to… fall into pieces? He was levitated in the air, and brought to the demon guy’s pipe, and dumped in, suddenly feeling the pain of burning. The nephillim took another drag, before continuing. “See, I can really do anything I want to you, so long as I come up with a bad pun and connect it to your horrible stupidity. In this case, it’s for you being such a flaming moron. Heh. But enough of all this, this is barely anything, and it’s far more fitting if I let your victims abuse you. Maybe I’ll shrink you and put you in their unwitting path of destruction, or torture you by morphing you into an inanimate object they’ll unknowingly use – heck, maybe I’ll even make you one of their body parts so you can feel their pain first hand… or foot, or ass, haha. But who to give you to first… There are so many choices, and such little time… Heh, I’m just kidding, we have all the time in the world.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, I haven’t even told you my name.” The half-demon… thing… snapped his fingers, and Tim found himself whole and frozen again. “The name’s Chijinda You, my friend. Least, that’s what the agency named me. Supposedly it has something or other to do with my favorite way of straightening you all out. Sure, transformation can be fun, but that’s more my partner’s thing. Lucky for you, I get the first go at yah, so you’d better learn your lesson fast unless you want something worse than shrinking.”

“Here’s a fun science fact for you first, though: thanks to the square-cube law, you’ll be stronger and more resilient – at least proportionately – at your new size. So don’t expect death to save you – even if it would, I’ll be here to make sure it doesn’t.” Chijinda snapped his fingers yet again, and continued reclining as Tim’s world began growing. “Yep, first up is the shrinking game. And to give you the easy route out, I’ll make your first atonement easy…” The now gigantic Chijinda laughed, watching Tim shrink. Tim swore he had to be only six inches tall now, and was still rapidly diminishing. He couldn’t help but think of obscenities he would have screamed at the towering freak if only he could move his mouth, wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Well then. I was just going to make you clean your sister’s room so it sparkled even at the microbial level, for being such a pig… but with those thoughts, I know for a fact that we need something more hardcore.  Luckily, I know just what to make you atone for. Remember the time you put laxatives in your sisters’ food, giving them all quite a distressing experience? Since you were such an asshole to them, I think it’s time you got acquainted with one of theirs… Heh, let’s see how long it takes you to figure out which one you end up spending time with.” Chijinda snapped his fingers a final time, forcibly beginning Tim’s adventure.

Tim awoke in a huge, dark cave. Holding up his hand, he realized he couldn’t see ten inches in front of himself. Sitting up, he wondered aloud: “where the fuck am I?” He ran the invents through his head again. It had to have been a dream, so where could he be…? In his room? No, his dumbass parents had never gotten curtains… And he figured the chances of Shirley having broken in and kidnapped him were pretty slim…

“Dammit. Then where the hell am I? That demon bullshit couldn’t have been real, so what gives? Nobody on this block has the balls to do anything to me anyhow. Maybe I just fell asleep somewhere and dreamt all that shit?” The young foul mouth began feeling around, as his eyes started to adjust and began to define some blurry images. From what he could feel, he seemed to be sitting on some kind of warm, half-leather bean bag chair. Maybe he was in that weird hippy’s house?

No, that wasn’t right… It was too soft to be leather, and to ungiving to be a beanbag chair. It was more like… really soft meat. His eyes noticed some faint light coming from one direction and slightly downwards, from some kind of crack between the ceiling and the floor. The ceiling itself seemed to be letting some light in as well – the material seemed white, with a dark blue… something… behind it. Tim quickly added all of this together in his head. There wasn’t anywhere like this in town – anywhere, really. It couldn’t actually be…?

Suddenly, Tim’s entire world shook, as he was launched slightly into the air with the sound of an explosion from far away. He momentarily slid into a canyon, before quickly clambering out. There was no doubt now… Again, from far away he heard something. “Gah, that was a big sneeze… guess I’ll just wipe it out the bed.” Well, at least the question of who it was was answered. Even though the booming voice was nearly unrecognizable, there was no doubt; only one of his sisters would ever do something so disgusting – Olivia.

Olivia’s horrid habits nearly reached his standards in every area except for sadism. She would be just as likely to play with dog shit as Tim, but at least she wouldn’t use it to torture others. But still, Tim knew that this could quickly turn horrible for him if he didn’t do something to get her attention ASAP. If he could get her attention, he’d be saved, but that didn’t seem like it would be easy. Looking up at the ceiling just a few inches above, he saw even the tag was bigger than him – this was going to be a pain. Trekking across her would take hours, at best, and that was if she stayed still. And he knew he was lucky she had stayed still this long.

That left getting her attention here. “Dammit Liv! I’m down here in your disgusting ass, get me the hell out!” He yelled as hard as he could, punching the fleshy floor again and again. In response, he barely got a twitch. It was going to take more, so he stood up against the cloth ceiling, stomping the hill of an ass beneath him. Olivia shook herself a bit at his attempts, sending him tumbling again into the canyon’s abyss.

Tim only got one more gift for his trouble: a ‘fssst’ sound emanated from between the cheeks as he was sandwiched in. It didn’t take long for him to distinguish what it was from smell alone: his sister had farted on him without even knowing it. What was a soft and silent toot to Olivia was a large and noxious cloud of gas to Tim, and it billowed out, filling the gigantic panties like a horrible Dutch oven. The sulfur-y methane gasses of his sister enveloped him, the eggy scent torturing his nose.

Tim thrashed as hard as he could, desperately trying to get a reprieve from the horrid odor, and nearly caught his giant sister’s attention. Luck was again against him, as just as Olivia noticed an odd itch, she heard their mother yelling that dinner was ready from down the hall. She quickly got up, jumped off her bed, and ran down the hall.

The next thirty seconds sent Tim flying every way except out of the pre-teen’s giant panties. Luckily for him, he was surrounded by soft, bouncy material on all sides, and the movement helped to dissipate the horrific smell, but as he was buffeted up, down, and all around by his sister’s ass as she skipped to dinner, he felt even more humiliated than he had before.

She quickly arrived at the table, flopping into her chair and being reprimanded by their mother as usual. Tim had experienced how soft and bouncy her cheeks were when he was thrown around, but he soon found that was not their natural state. No, they were truly malevolent. As his sister fell into the barely padded chair, he counted himself lucky, being between her cheeks. As soon as they hit the chair, however, they spread out, mashing him with his massive sister’s entire weight.

If it hadn’t have been for his strengthened body, he would have immediately popped. He wondered if that wasn’t really a curse, however, as the weight contorted him into an odd, slightly curvy state. It only got worse from there: while lying on her stomach, the landscape had been nice, a hilly plain that was nearly breezy from the slack openings.

Now, however, the ass began to sweat from the weight of her body pressing on it. The sweat began to trickle down the crack onto Tim’s unfortunately placed face, and as he made the mistake of opening his mouth to release a torrent of curse words, he got a mouth full of the foul, salty substance. He was forcefully reminded of Olivia’s tomboy habits, and how much she would sweat. Perhaps it was from playing so much outside, or a side effect of puberty. No matter the cause, just sitting here was making her develop a slight case of swamp ass.

Above, unbeknownst to Tim, he was the talk of the table. Everyone was only slightly surprised to not see him at the dinner table, as he often randomly ran off to his friends’ houses, and a couple were even relieved to not see him there. His mother was the only one to voice concern – ‘He’d better come back in time for the party tomorrow. If this cake ends up uneaten yet again this year, I’ll have to scalp him. I don’t care if fire crackers end up in it.’

Olivia perked up at the mention of cake, bouncing a bit. “Oooh! Dibs on his piece!”

Below, the situation grew worse. The sweat now coated Tim, making his new home smelly and salty. The smell actually hadn’t been too bad, other than the fart, until now. She had probably had her weekly shower just before the torture began. The sweat acted as a lubricant, and the slight bounce Olivia did was all Tim needed to unwillingly start his ascent.

Tim began thrashing and cursing with all of his might yet again, no longer even caring if the taste of his sister’s sweat got in his mouth. To his sister and the rest of the world, this was merely a tiny buzz, a small distraction, and she was far too busy inhaling food to notice. The cheeks on either side of him squeezed inwards on Tim, lifting him slowly, agonizingly, upwards.

“Shit,” Tim said, too concerned to notice the irony. “Dammit, no! You stupid lump of meat, how can you not notice me down here! I’ve been shouting and beating you this entire time, you idiot, so pay some damn attention for once, before…”

Another thought occurred to Tim, too late to prepare him. Perhaps another reason it had barely smelled was that his sister’s cheeks had been covering… that… up most of this time. And as the cheeks finally brought him to the point where even in the darkness he could make out its outline, he realized the truth from the smell alone. She probably had just taken her shower… but that wasn’t going to make a difference in his life for very long.

There it was, staring at him: his sister’s disgusting third eye. Her anus, that most disgusting part of her body, was finally revealed to the unfortunate tiny man stuck between her cheeks. The struggle he had been putting up before barely qualified as a wiggle compared to what Tim began doing. Using all of his strength, he did his best to claw himself away from the disgusting hole, cursing all the way. Unfortunately, the sweaty cheeks offered no traction at all, and all of his attempts just caused his sisters to vibrate and push him closer to that… hole.

He couldn’t even turn around, thanks to the pressure of her sitting. And so he found himself staring into that brown back door. As panic gave way to depression, he unconsciously took a deep breath to calm himself. The horrid smell finally seared itself into his nose, and realized that yes, those cheeks had been shielding him. It was a musty, earthy sort of stench, with a tinge of rotten eggs. The sort of smell that could only be identified as an asshole. The undertones of sweat and overall dirtiness only added to the horrid stink, but he had at least mostly gotten used to those.

The overwhelming stench of this hole made Tim gag, as he was continually pushed closer to the pulsating brown starfish that now made up his world. Every few seconds it would reach out, almost as if to touch him and welcome him to his new home. Tim was subjected to a far closer look at his sister’s hole than he could have ever dreamed. Unsurprisingly, she took little care of the hole hidden between her cheeks, and despite having just taken a shower, it was horrendously dirty. Indeed, now that he was close enough to make out the smallest imperfections, the reason was obvious to Tim.

She must have taken a dump right after her shower. That was the only thing that could explain the horror scene before him. Brown flecks surrounded the hole on all sides, deep in the many cracks. Fortunately, they were all dry, and their scent was sealed within. The same could not be said for the still moist residue near the center of the gigantic anus. Whether it was sweat, or something entirely worse, something was keeping it slimy and disgusting, and the smell emanating from it was horrid.

Then Tim finally made contact with the massive sphincter. Making certain his mouth was closed, Tim’s mind was overwhelmed by the warm, slimy, and greasy feeling of his sister’s rubbery asshole. The smell was even worse here, the shitty undertones growing worse. Hearing a gurgle from within, Tim realized this was merely the beginning of the assault. The asshole puckered one more time, before opening a fraction of an inch…

The fart was too small to even make a sound, but for Tim it was anything but small. The smell hit like a tsunami, overwhelming him with an even stronger rotten egg and shit smell. Just behind that wall of rubbery flesh was his sister’s shit factory, so it was unsurprising that anything coming out of it would stink… but even so, Tim was shocked that his sister could produce something so horrid. Yes, she was the dirty tomboy of the family, and she could definitely clear the room if she ate Mexican, but this was on an entire different level.

Above, Olivia continued wolfing down food, eating like a horse. She innocently continued to eat today’s chicken dinner, unaware of the terrible torture she was putting her tiny brother through in her ass. She barely even noticed the miniscule amount of gas she let out as she finished her meal. As always, she finished first, before running back to her room, ignoring her mother telling her to clean her dishes. She closed herself in her room, grabbing a magazine and lying back on her bed to read, face up this time.

Tim was juggled within his sister’s gargantuan cheeks, too deep to escape even in such great movement. Yet again, he was amazed that he wasn’t crushed as the two moons enclosed him tightly again. At least all that movement got rid of the lingering eggy stench. His massive sister let out a sigh, shaking his world, before talking to herself. “Guess those tacos kinda upset my stomach. Good thing I’m in my room, haha!”

Tim only heard half of it, but he heard enough to know he was screwed: tacos. It figured she would have some the day he happened to be stuck in her ass. Actually, no, it didn’t. What were the chances, since she rarely had any? No, it was that damn demon’s fault. He would have panicked, if he thought it could have possibly helped, but he knew it was no use. All he did was admit his defeat to his sister’s ass. “Fuck me…”

That didn’t stop the growing rumbling behind the massive, rubbery hole. The asshole puckered once again, before releasing another torrent of stinky gas with a loud squeaky noise. The smell immediately brought tears to Tim’s eyes, as he began to gag again. THIS was his sister’s patented stench. The horrid, room clearing stench of bad cheese, rotten eggs, and shit, all concentrated in the crack of her ass, just for Tim. He gagged on his sister’s personal colon gasses, trapped in his personal dutch oven.

Meanwhile, Olivia above him continued reading, giggling. “Hehe, that was a good one!” She smelled her own fart, rating it in her mind. “Hmm… That was a four outta five. Not bad. I got another one in there, though…”

Before the air had even cleared, Tim heard even more rumbling coming from above. He knew he couldn’t take any more of this. This was it. He was going to suffocate on his own little sister’s taco farts. He felt his home begin to bounce up and down a bit, presumably in preparation of the next big gas release. As the hole opened to release even more fatal gas, the massive ass was raised into the air… and Tim was sent flying into the torrent. He was forced upwards, through the wind, hurtling at his sister’s massive hole…

And suddenly he found himself in his room. He collapsed, breathing in the welcoming, fresh air of his room. He had finally been saved from the horrors of his sister’s ass… and thankfully, right before something as horrible as that. There was no way he would ever let something like that happen to him. Finally, having caught his breath, he looked up. “What the FUCK was that, you asshole!”

Standing above him was… a different demon thing. A female one. “I’d be careful who I call asshole if I were you, you know. Go around accusing people like that, and you might end up as one yourself.”

Tim slowly stood up, still a bit shaky. “Who are you? Where’s that other freak? You’d better not be his friend, and I sure as hell hope you’re here to stop that dumbass. He’s already ruined my life enough.”

“Now, now, now. No need to go sixty miles an hour, poor thing. I’m here to… take care of you. You can call me Ashley.”