Lisa spent the entire night hyper fixating on how disgusting she looked and felt. Even as she slept, she felt her body being squished by Brian’s giant foot. She cursed herself for being so worthless. If she had just been a little faster she could’ve spent the entire day in the shoe’s toe section. She wouldn’t be so disgusting, and Brain would’ve kissed her. 

    Whenever she’d wake from a nightmare, Lisa would comb her filthy hand through her matted hair. She pulled through the knots, ignoring the pain in her scalp. She wanted to look beautiful, wanted to be admired again. Brian was so nice before he found out she could shrink, she wanted that back. 

    The tiny girl brushed her tongue against the plaque that stained her teeth. Would they ever go back to being white? She had spent years perfecting her appearance, ended up gaining the affection of one of the most popular upperclassmen, but now it was all being ruined. 

    And she hated her light brown skin. She scratched away at it with fingernails that hadn’t been cut in so long. Brian always made it a point to mention it, Lisa knew it bothered him that she wasn’t white. She wanted to be white like the girls he stared at on the bus, or the girls on their school’s cheerleading squad. 

    Before Lisa knew it, light was shining into her drawer. Was it morning already? Lisa sat up on the stiff underwear and looked up at her boyfriend, whose limp cock hung over the drawer and pointed down at Lisa.

    “I don’t feel like making your oatmeal today, just take this.” Brian started lazily jerking his flaccid penis until it turned semi. It was barely hard by the time he came. It wasn’t much, just a couple drops of cum that shot from his penis tip and down near Lisa’s feet. 

Lisa crawled over to each puddle, which were nearly as big as her face. She lapped it up like water. Her stomach ached, it needed food. Brian plucked Lisa up, leaving only a small droplet of cum too small for Brian to see in the drawer. Lisa hoped he wouldn’t notice. Wednesday was Lisa’s day to spend with Brian’s asscheek, he didn’t want to end up stuck to his anus again. 

The morning went by without anything notable. Lisa shut her mind off until she felt Brain’s touch again. Her body shook as Brian dragged her up by her leg. Hot morning breath rolled over her as Brian spoke. “Left or right?” 

“Left.” Lisa mumbled. With that, Lisa was dropped into the back of Brian’s underwear. She was shoved into his right butt cheek, the smell emanating from his ass worse than his foot, but it was better than being pressed right up against it. 

A large finger rubbed down Lisa’s back. “Smaller,” yawned Brian. The finger left her, and Lisa shrunk down to the 1 ½ inches Brian liked her ass when he’s pressed into her ass. He scratched his ass, pressing her into the cheek’s butt bone before moving his fingers away. This might be the last time he touched or acknowledged her for some time. 

Lisa worried about work. When she was in his shoe, she loved when he sat down. It relieved the pressure she felt from walking, and since he sat for most of the day it provided some comfort. But being pressed into his ass meant that she’d be crushed by his entire upper body weight for most of the day. 

As Brian walked, the ass cheek pressed back into Lisa. The sweat lubricated her, and she felt her body slowly slide towards his ass crack. Lisa panicked, but she knew better than to squirm around a lot. If she did and it started bothering Brain, her punishment would be spending the night in a year old cum jar. 

After a couple of minutes, Lisa’s body was right in front of the ass crack. Visions of being u39;th of an inch stuck to his anus came flooding back, and Lisa almost broke a rule by growing larger. 

Not only were the ass cheeks on either side of Lisa pressing tightly into her body, but Brian’s jeans were confining his ass into the tight material, crushing Lisa from all sides. Confined in the underwear, Lisa could hear everything Brain was doing. Making himself breakfast, leaving the house, talking to a girl he stood next to on the bus. Lisa wondered if he was trying to make her jealous, but Brian was always upset when Lisa accused him of doing that. 

A gust of air blew past Lisa’s body, smelling of straight shit. Then Lisa was assaulted with another burst of toxic air. She could sense the fart before Brian even did it. Through the thin cheeks, she saw Brian’s anus pulse. As it expanded, remnants of the fart to come creeped out and slid into her nearly broken nose. It was stronger than any fart Brian had forced on her before, save the ones when she was pressed right into his anus. Just the small burst made her eyes water instantly and her stomach churn. 

Then before Brian ever made it to his job, he farted on Lisa a third time. She wanted to scream, or move to the front of his boxers, but she was too afraid of how Brian would react. She didn’t know the punishment for crawling away from his ass and to a different part of his underwear, and she didn’t want to find out. So, Lisa scrunched his body up in anticipation, and within a second he was being farted on by her giant boyfriend.

Finally, Brian’s ass made contact with a chair. The day Lisa was free from this prison had made her forget how intense the pressure of him sitting down was. She felt like a water balloon being pressed down the moment before it popped, any more pressure would send her guts flying out from her body. 

Lisa’s organs compressed into her body, threatening to burst through her skin if Brian sat down any harder. Lisa’s nose and breast were getting the worst of the pressure. Lisa used to like having larger breasts, but she didn’t anymore. Part of her hoped that her nose would finally give way and break off. Maybe that way she wouldn’t have to suffer through the smells any longer.

To make matters worse, Brian started adjusting himself in his seat. ALisa swore this was to torture her futher, but Brian had never done anything to (intentionally) hurt her before. He must’ve thought this was a joke, he always had a knack for unfunny jokes, usually at Lisa’s expense. 

Lisa prepared herself for the day ahead. The pressure nor the smell would go away any time soon. She just had to learn to embrace it. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, maybe she could find a way to fall asleep. 

And she had, for a little while. Another gust of toxic gas shot from Brian’s asshole. It filled up the underwear, causing Lisa to gag and spit up all over herself and the cheek that crushed her. 

In the daze from her nap, she had forgotten where she was. She didn’t know what was crushing her, but soon remembered where she was. Her giant boyfriend was sitting on her. The last fart was so wet that it drenched her more than the sweat that covered her. 

If Lisa could move, she might pound away at Brian’s ass. It would be risky, and she might be punished, but she needed a moment’s break. She could endure whatever punishment Brian imposed onto her, but she needed to catch her breath. Her lungs were shrinking, she felt herself enter into a state of panic. 

Lisa screamed, but the ass flesh drowned out her cries. Surely Brian wouldn’t notice her tears since his bet was already covered in a patina of sweat and grime. If he did, Lisa could say it was tears from the smell, a smell that was so bad Brian’s own eyes would sometimes water when he smelled it at normal size. He couldn’t blame her for that, though he had blamed her before for many things out of her control. 

Lisa screamed and cried until she passed out from the fear and pain. An event like this was natural. Even if Lisa sometimes found herself enjoying the torture and humiliation, the human brain and psyche can only be pushed so far before occasionally collapsing. 

When she woke next, she assumed Brina was home. The cushion he sat on was softer than the one he usually sat on at work, so he was likely sitting on the couch watching tv and drinking beer. 

Hours later, Brian finally took his clothes off to shower. He smirked as he looked down at Lisa, who was covered in filth and stuck to his stained underwear, though he didn’t remove her. Lisa stayed in the underwear on the bathroom floor and listened to Brian take a shower. 

Two more days, she told herself. Two more days and she too would be able to take a shower. 

Brian didn’t take her out of the underwear when he left the shower either. Instead, he simply picked the pair up and shoved it back into the underwear drawer, leaving Lisa to pry herself out.