A few hours had passed. Ivy and Alice were now sound asleep in the latter’s bed together and were resting up after a particularly heavy day of giantess fun. Liam remained trapped between Alice’s thick BBW ass cheeks. If the pressure wasn’t enough to drive him crazy, the chronic farting certainly would be. He also wasn’t sure if Alice/Ivy had cast a spell behind his back to make this happen. He didn’t care how it was happening. All he knew was that he had to get out of the stinky situation somehow, but this appeared impossible. He tried to push his little arms and legs outwards, but he was barely even able to press into the flesh of his sister’s chubby ass. The humiliation was becoming far too much to bare.

*FFFLLMMMMPHHVVVVV*

Another fart had just hit Liam. Completely out of the blue and without warning. In the hours since this putrid horror had begun, he was able to minimize the great suffering in one way. Preparation. Normally before a fart would explode from Alice’s anus, he would hear a little rumble from her stomach. Occasionally though, for at least 20% of the farts, they would come with no indication. Farts in general averaged once every few minutes, and when there was no warning, Liam could do very little to hold his breath ahead of time. Regardless of preparation, Liam could only hold his breath for so long. As his tiny size, his body could take in much less oxygen than he could normally. This meant he had to breath a lot more. At least twice as much as the big people. Alice’s farts did not dissipate quickly either. Within her underpants, the smell lingered like a rude house guest. It stunk like rotten eggs and cheese mixed in with Alice’s natural scent (the latter of which Liam didn’t even dislike necessarily, but it was too much all the same).

Completely nude, Liam could do very little to hold the smell back when a fart came by unexpected. By the time another fart happened, the smell of the previous one had barely gone and the stink was really starting to add up. It was as if Alice’s underpants were a great stink amplifier; trapping every bad smell that came their way, concentrating them and then blasting them back at a chosen target: Her tiny helpless shrunken brother.

*VVVVVVVVVVMMMMMPLSGHHHHH*

This fart came without warning too. Liam didn’t know whether it was just his paranoia, or that the unannounced farts were becoming more frequent and ferocious. With the evil that magic wand was capable of doing, he didn’t want to leave anything to guesses. It was a real possibility. Liam clamped his eyes shut and, with great difficulty, was able to shift his arm inwards and place his hands on his face. It was a desperate attempt to mask the smell and trap a small amount of oxygen in the cup of his hands. Even if it was just one breath.

Just one breath.

*SSSSSPPPPMMMOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH*

“It has to be getting worse. It has to be coming more often. There is no way in hell that I am just imagining this. Alice cast a spell to make these farts more and more intense. That fucking disgusting evil bitch!” Liam thought to himself. His desperation was rising. Outside of the violation of his senses that occupied almost every waking thought, he really hoped that Alice thought about what this might do to him. Mainly in respect to his mortality. What if Alice forgot to cast a spell that would keep him alive? Would these farts eventually kill him? Or perhaps the intense pressure from his sister’s butt cheeks would be what finally did him in. Liam attempted to stretch his arms again and found that it was getting even more difficult to move than it was already. Was Alice’s butt also getting bigger and tighter? Or was this insanity finally setting in. A man can only take so much abuse before his mind caves, and Liam had experienced what few, if any men, would ever go through. There had to be others out there if the girls were able to get that demonic wand. Or perhaps there wasn’t another wand? Maybe this wand found itself in the hands of these women as a result of forces that were completely beyond this world? Liam’s mind was wondering. He thought to himself that he had to find a way out of the situation and worry about finding support groups later. He knew that he was going to therapy. For many years.

It was dark within Alice’s underpants. The farts kept coming through, each one smellier and more powerful than the last. Liam’s breathing had become more difficult, but in a bizarre manner he had become slightly adapted to it. This didn’t mean that the situation was by any means bearable or desirable, but if he wasn’t suffering nearly as badly, he could focus more of his energy on getting out and running free.

Liam began to plan an escape plan in his head. As much of a rush he was in to get out of this tight and stinky place, he had to be careful and smart. He might not have been a diligent student, but today he had to put his thinking cap on. If it wasn’t a life and death situation, it was certainly a matter of not living under their tyrannical rule forever. Alice was too addicted to power, Ivy was getting off on her own fantasy, and Claire was a doting mother to the point that it became the subject of nightmares. She almost drowned him in her breast milk for crying out loud!

The room was getting hot through the night. What was a pretty moderate day was now turning into a muggy night. Alice had somewhat of a tendency to be forgetful and in this case, it might have been just what Liam needed. As the room heated up and his sister lay under the blankets, she was beginning to sweat. The heat was even more intense for Liam at his shrunken size, and he was not enjoying it by any means. He was a real winter kind of guy. However, it was a blessing in disguise and he recognized it. Alice’s butt crack may have been tight, and the sweat didn’t make it any more pleasant a place to be (especially with her rancid, cheesy farts), but it had a lubricating effect. Liam was able to move his limbs about more easily. He applied intense effort and actually managed to get his left arm free. He waved it about in the air, feeling (ever so slightly) like he was on the path to freedom. He reached out ecstatically, but found he couldn’t reach the fabric of Alice’s underpants’ rear end. It put his impossibly small size into perspective in a new way. Liam engaged the muscles in his neck and miraculously, he was able to shift his head; not very far, but it was much better than having it pressed directly into the flesh of Alice’s butt and angled slightly towards her butt. He had been taking the farts head on without much in terms of protection, but now at least he was able to breath it in as it bounced back at him, not taking it into his nose directly and feel even more violated. He continued to struggle, gradually getting different parts of his body free. The farts continued, but for once during this whole horrific ordeal he had the motivation to fight through it. Endure the vile stink, and he may well get to the end of this.

*PPHHHLLLAAAAAMMMMMPPP*

The plan, as Liam imagined it in his mind…

“I’m going to get all of my body free. Alice’s sweat may be beyond repugnant and gross enough to make any stable person retch their guts out, but it’s making me greasy like an eel. For the moment, her disgusting sweat is my best friend. Lube me up with more of that crap and I’ll be out of here quicker than a bolt of lightning. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but there’s a side of me that actually wants to be covered in more of my sister’s ass sweat! Give me enough of it and I’ll be able to slip out of her fat, meaty crack.

Getting out of her panties should be easy enough. I’ll slowly crawl across her skin as to not wake her up. Through the same slick process that got me out from between her butt cheeks I’ll wiggle my way through the elastic wrapped tightly around her waist. I have to be extremely gentle though. Too much pressure and she’ll wake up. She’ll undoubtedly decide to punish me over that, and might wake up Ivy to bring her in on it too.

After I get out, I’ll jump off or crawl out from under her. It’ll depend on her position at the time. While I’m at it, I better get moving when she’s in a really deep sleep. Isn’t snoring an indicator of that? I’m really hoping that I get out on the right side of the bed. If I don’t place my bets right, I might wake up between those two gigantic girls. I’ll have more walking ahead of me and I’ll be in an even more fragile position than I already am. One step that’s too loud and bam, plan’s spoiled; and I’ll be back breathing in more farts. Or god forbid, something even worse. Would they really go that far? Oh, who am I kidding? After everything that went down today, I’m convinced they’ll take things to extreme limits.

Once I reach the side of the bed I’ll climb down the sheets. With some luck there’ll be one dangling really close to the floor and I won’t have so big a jump. I’ll have to watch my steps a lot less after that. I can make a run for it! At my size it might take a while, but if I keep up a steady jog I should be able to make it to the front door. Oh, the stairs? Fuck, the stairs… I don’t have a choice. I’ll just have to take the risk of jumping from each one. I’m just hoping that the carpet on the stairs cushions my fall and that I don’t break any bones. If there’s any chance of dying on my way out, I’ll have to make the hardest choice of all. Succumb to my fate? Or call out for one of those vicious ladies to come get me? Doing the latter, I’ll be punished severely. Almost escaping? I’d be looking at centuries, millenia of electric shocks and stinky feet!

I’ll crawl under the front door when I get to the bottom of the stairs. I don’t wanna hide in the bushes. Could be spiders in there that would eat me. But I also don’t want to be out in the open and too visible. If one of them comes out and sees me, again, it’s game over and me getting punished. There’s a tree by the sidewalk. If I can make it there, I should be far enough from the house. I’ll catch the attention of the first stranger and explain what has happened and what those bitches did. I’ll make sure they don’t take me back to the house too! Can’t risk those girls getting hold of me again and shrinking the bystander as well! Then it’s all back to square one. Once I’m away from here I’ll get the authorities in on it. Who knows, maybe there is some secret government agency that knows all about magic, shrunken people and all of that?

Okay, I think that’ll work. Time to put this plan into action!

Back in Alice’s panties

The farts kept flowing from Alice’s ass. With every additional fart, the inside of her panties became warmer and warmer. As putrid as the atmosphere around him was, it was serving Liam for the greater good. Sweat was accumulating around him. It coated his entire body like oil. Liam was even convinced that in the heat some of his own sweat was contributing to his way out. Whenever he felt too dehydrated, all he had to do was tilt his head to lick some sweat off of the skin of Alice’s big ass. The taste was foul and terribly reminiscent of what he had gone through with her feet earlier in the day, but it was supplying him with the energy he needed to pull off this great feat.

Liam was really greased up. He convinced himself he might be able to squeeze into places he never believed he’d get into in his state. As this thought crossed his mind, he thought about what it might be like to squeeze inside Alice’s butthole; or inside Ivy’s if he was in her panties instead. He didn’t want to think about the possibility and it was only a passing thought. He was thankful that up to this point that none of the girls had jammed him up there yet. If he stayed where he was, he was certain that it was only a matter of time before it did happen. Getting up close and personal with Alice’s meaty butt was already enough of an experience and he had no intention of repeating it. He’d have to be insane to do so, and he was shocked that he wasn’t already at that point with all the abuse.

With all of his might and the accumulated sweat of Alice’s butt crack as his aid, Liam had managed to grind himself free. He slipped across the skin a little, before working his way upwards. Within seconds, Liam was on top of one of his sister’s glutes. In the dark of her panties, he could barely make out anything even a foot in front of him; but if the room was illuminated, he’d have been looking across it as if it was a wide prairie with a great chasm right in the middle. A chasm that was until recently his prison cell. There was no time to waste. Liam stepped carefully across Alice’s butt. Her skin was incredibly soft and layers of excess fat that had built up around her lower body was showing. Every step he took sank in very lightly. Liam was terrified that it might wake her up, but it was no time to occupy himself with such thoughts. As long as there was no response from Alice, it meant that she was asleep; that she had no idea what was going on. No news was good news. He could only hope that Ivy too was asleep and couldn’t foil his great escape. He never wanted to go through any ordeal involving these giantesses again.

He wriggled under the elastic waist of Alice’s underwear. He looked upon the huge room again, able to make out very little. The only light sources in the room were from the glow of the moon and a few street lights outside. Conveniently, the girl had not closed the curtains completely.

“I wonder what someone would have thought if they looked in on all of this” he thought. If anyone else in the world knew about what had happened, would they dare intervene? Or would they avoid these women like the plague for their own preservation?

In the limited light he had, Liam looked around the huge room from atop Alice’s butt, this time on the other side of her panties. Ivy was definitely asleep. She was snoring, and loudly. It was one of the most annoying things she did, and many nights in the past Liam had lay awake as Ivy slept next to him.

“Keep an ear on that and I should be okay.”

He looked down to the mattress. He gauged the distance he’d have to make down. He worried about falling too hard and injuring himself. While taking a moment to evaluate things, he felt movement. Below him. Alice was shifting about in her sleep.

He then heard some sleep talking. He couldn’t help but pause his escape to pay attention. It was Alice. She must have been moving out of a deeper sleep.

Weakly, she mumbled “Little brother… you love the fantasy… let me make it happen… just stay close… dominate… beg…”

Vague as it was, it told him enough. She truly believed that all of this was exactly what he wanted and she was out to fulfill it. All of his acting in desperation hadn’t moved her. She was even dreaming about it!

The shifting about continued. Liam started to lose his balance when he found himself tilting at an angle. He looked down and saw it was Alice that was moving. She was rolling around in bed. Previously laying on her stomach, Alice was rolling over on to her side. Liam lost his feet and landed on his hands, planting them firmly back on her gigantic butt. Moments later he found himself airborne. He struggled to keep himself from shouting out loud, but in his rushed and anxious state he was far too vulnerable to it. Liam fell as Alice rolled over, screaming as he went face first into the mattress. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected, but he was terrified that he had woken one of those two devilish women up with all the noise. Liam kept still, hands on the mattress and on his knees; paying delicate attention to the next few seconds; looking for any indication he might have woken them up. Ivy’s snoring seemed to have stopped, but she wasn’t moving about. Was she in a different state of sleep? As loud as her snoring was, she didn’t do it all night. He reflected on his pre-shrunken life, to all those nights that Ivy had spent over and knew that just because she wasn’t snoring didn’t mean she was up.

A few more seconds passed. Alice’s body had stabilized and the shuffling around stopped. Liam was terrified she might end up rolling over on top of him, and he’d be facing down her huge ass again with the full weight of her body on top of him. He was able to finally take notice of his situation. He was in the middle of the bed, between Alice and Ivy. The two girls were facing each other. Liam couldn’t help but stare at their enormous breasts as they slept, reflecting on how only hours earlier he was being abused by their titanic milkers. Reflecting on this recent memory sent shivers down his spine, as did everything else that had happened. Tired and beaten, he didn’t have time to keep this up. He had to keep moving. Tiredness was beginning to come over him and it would only be so long before he would need to sleep himself.

“You enjoy your rest, ladies. Because when I’m big again you’ll have a lot of explaining to do.” He thought to himself, resentfully.

Liam ventured towards the two girls’ feet. Memories of being a foot cleaner re-emerged, but he pressed on. When he had a chance to look around, he saw part of the sheet hanging off the side of the bed. On Ivy’s side. It was just perfect from him to climb down. Escape was close. The only problem was that he’d have to move really close to Ivy’s face. He really hoped that Ivy was truly asleep and wasn’t giving him false hopes in not acting. Any sound that was too loud and everything he worked for would be spoiled. He’d be covered in ass sweat and getting punished for trying to defy the wishes of his goddesses.

He walked slowly. Very slowly. Almost tiptoeing. He had all night ahead of him, but only one chance to not wake up Ivy. Fear flared up again. Liam’s breathing got heavier and his heart started pounding like a jackhammer. The suspense was off the charts.

As he neared her, the moon lit up Ivy’s beautiful face. Her delicious lips; her hair brown like the most beautiful tree in all the forest; her perfect skin. Liam loved Ivy’s eyes, but right now he was content for them to remain closed. Seeing those eyes open would spell horrors. Liam had failed to listen to his own advice again when he let his mind wander on the giantesses. He reflected on all the great times he had with Ivy, but after this shrinking ordeal he wasn’t sure how to feel. They may have believed it was all for his own benefit, but that didn’t excuse any of the torment she’d put him through. Along with Claire and Alice.

“Why couldn’t you just ask? Why couldn’t you just check with me? Why drop this horrible fucking surprise on me without finding out how I felt about it?” Liam thought to himself, about Ivy. If there was anything he felt about Ivy in this moment, it was disappointment. She didn’t use her head and he was paying a mighty price for it. Ivy should have been better than this.

He turned around, moving slowly away from Ivy’s pretty face and towards the edge of the bed. He had never abseiled before, but he was going to have to become an expert very quickly. He peered down towards the floor, taking note of the distance and calculating in his head how long it would take. Liam inhaled deeply.

*SLAM*

Ivy’s hand came down on Liam. Hard. The force took him completely by surprise and knocked him down to his stomach. Her huge hand covered his entire body, leaving only his head poking out from underneath one of her knuckles. Liam rolled his eyes over to see Ivy’s were wide open and looking right at him. He felt his heart stop and his stomach fill up with butterflies. His mind screamed at him to run away. In Ivy’s eyes, he saw a look of amusement, though he knew that couldn’t be all she was feeling.

“Where do you think you’re going, little pet?”