Agatha was a 70-year-old woman with a mean streak. She lived alone and enjoyed spending her days alone in her house. One day, while browsing through a thrift store, Agatha found a strange-looking doll. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
Agatha took the doll home with her, and that's when strange things began to happen. The doll seemed to have a life of its own, moving around Agatha's house when she wasn't looking.
One day, Agatha discovered that the doll had magical powers. She could shrink people down to the size of the doll by pointing at them and saying a few words. Agatha used this newfound power to exact revenge on those who had wronged her in the past.
The doll became her go-to tool for torturing those who had crossed her. She would use the tiny doll-man to scratch her butt or put him inside her toilet as a form of punishment. Agatha enjoyed the feeling of power that came with shrinking down her enemies and controlling their fate. Letting the tiny man swim in the white pool, even if it was overflowing with her chocolate and stank of lemonade, was her favorite thing to do.
As time went on, Agatha's obsession with the doll grew. She would talk to it for hours on end, treating it like a real person. Agatha became increasingly gassy, and she was embarrassed by her flatulence.
To solve her gas problem, Agatha taped the doll to the inside of her dress, and it became her personal cushion, always ready to absorb her farts. The doll also served as a butt scratcher, providing relief whenever Agatha needed it.
At night, Agatha would hold the doll between her glutes to keep it safe. She wanted to make sure the doll stayed still and didn't escape. In the morning, she would retrieve the doll and continue her daily activities.
Despite being 70 years old, Agatha was still incredibly hairy. Her body hair grew thick and fast, and it covered almost every inch of her body. It was so thick that even the doll's tiny body would get caught in it at times.
She had an idea to use the doll to help with her grooming. She would hold the doll and rub it all over her body, using it as a makeshift shaver to get rid of the excess hair.
The doll became Agatha's constant companion, always by her side. Years went by, and Agatha continued to live alone in her house with the doll. She had become increasingly reclusive, but she was content with her life. The doll had become her only companion, and she felt a strange connection to it.
As for the doll, it remained a mysterious and powerful object, waiting for the next person to discover its secrets.
s Agatha struggled to free the doll from between her glutes, she realized that the only way to get it out was to squat and let out a fart. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she knew that it was the only way to free the doll.
Agatha took a deep breath and squatted, feeling the pressure build up inside her. She let out a loud, long fart, and as she did, the doll slipped out of her glutes and onto the bed beside her. Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow.
After the incident, Agatha knew that she needed to be more careful with the doll. She didn't want to risk anything happening to it again, so she made sure to keep it safe and secure at all times.
Despite the scare, Agatha's obsession with the doll continued to grow. She spent more and more time talking to it and treating it like a real person. She even began to dress it up and take it out with her when she went shopping or ran errands.
As the years went by, Agatha became increasingly reclusive, and her relationship with the doll became her only source of comfort. She knew that she had gone too far, but she couldn't help it. The doll had become her lifeline, and she couldn't imagine her life without it.
s Agatha struggled to free the doll from between her glutes, she realized that the only way to get it out was to squat and let out a fart. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she knew that it was the only way to free the doll.
Agatha took a deep breath and squatted, feeling the pressure build up inside her. She let out a loud, long fart, and as she did, the doll slipped out of her glutes and onto the bed beside her. Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow.
After the incident, Agatha knew that she needed to be more careful with the doll. She didn't want to risk anything happening to it again, so she made sure to keep it safe and secure at all times.
Despite the scare, Agatha's obsession with the doll continued to grow. She spent more and more time talking to it and treating it like a real person. She even began to dress it up and take it out with her when she went shopping or ran errands.
As the years went by, Agatha became increasingly reclusive, and her relationship with the doll became her only source of comfort. She knew that she had gone too far, but she couldn't help it. The doll had become her lifeline, and she couldn't imagine her life without it.
As their game of flying out of Agatha's butt with the blast of a fart became more intricate and complex, they added a new twist to it. The doll would have to guess what Agatha had eaten based on the smell of her fart. Agatha would make it a challenge, eating various foods with distinct smells, and the doll would have to identify them correctly.
Agatha found herself enjoying this new aspect of the game, laughing as the doll tried to guess what she had eaten. She found herself experimenting with different foods, trying to stump the doll and make the game even more challenging.
Despite the strange nature of the game, Agatha and the doll continued to grow closer. Agatha confided in the doll, telling it about her life and her hopes for the future. The doll would listen intently, and Agatha felt as though she had finally found a true friend.
As time went on, Agatha's obsession with the doll faded, and she began to find joy in other aspects of her life. She still played their game every day, but it was no longer the center of her world. She began to socialize more, making new friends and exploring new hobbies.
In the end, Agatha realized that the doll had taught her a valuable lesson about friendship and the importance of human connection. She knew that the game they played was strange and perhaps a little disturbing, but it had brought her comfort and joy when she needed it most. And for that, she would always be grateful to the magical doll that had changed her life forever.
As their game of guessing what Agatha had eaten based on the smell of her fart became more intense, they added a new challenge to it. Agatha decided to push the doll deep inside her glutes, right next to the source of the blast. This would make the smell of the fart stronger, and the doll would have to work harder to identify the food.
Agatha pushed the doll inside her glutes, feeling a strange sensation as it nestled into place. The doll didn't seem to mind, and Agatha continued to play the game as usual.
As they played, Agatha realized that the game had taken on a new meaning. It was no longer just about having fun, but about pushing boundaries and exploring new experiences. She found herself becoming increasingly obsessed with the game, trying to push the limits further and further.
Despite her obsession, Agatha knew that she had to be careful. She didn't want to hurt the doll or push the game too far. She began to set limits for herself, knowing when to stop and when to take a break.
In the end, Agatha realized that the doll had helped her to discover new things about herself and her own limits. She had learned the importance of setting boundaries and knowing when to stop. And most importantly, she had learned the value of having a true friend by her side, no matter how strange or unconventional that friendship might be.
As Agatha waited for nature to take its course, she began to feel increasingly uncomfortable with the doll lodged inside her. She could feel it moving inside her, and she knew that she needed to get it out.
Finally, one day, she felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom. She rushed to the toilet, feeling the doll pushing against her as she sat down. She pushed and strained, feeling the doll moving deeper inside her.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her gut, and she knew that she had to push harder. She took a deep breath and pushed with all her might, feeling the doll starting to move. With a loud blast of gas and a sudden splash, the doll shot out of her and into the pool.
As Agatha caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the doll was finally out of her. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect herself before retrieving the doll from the pool.
As she examined the doll, Agatha noticed that it was covered in a thick layer of chocolate. She realized that the doll had absorbed some of the chocolate from inside her body and she felt a sense of disgust mixed with a strange fascination.
At night, the doll would get stuck inside her while absorbing, causing Agatha to toss and turn in her sleep. But in the morning, she would awaken with a sense of anticipation, eager to release the doll and see how far it would fly.
Despite the strange nature of her game, Agatha found herself enjoying it more and more with each passing day. She knew that it was a strange obsession, but she couldn't bring herself to stop playing. The doll had become her constant companion, her trusted friend, and her favorite toy.
As the game continued, the pool became filled with Agatha's chocolate and the doll would emerge covered in a thick layer of chocolate and other substances. But none of this seemed to bother Agatha, who continued to play her strange game day after day, unable to imagine her life without the tiny doll-man by her side.
As the game continued, the pool became filled with Agatha's chocolate and the doll would emerge covered in a thick layer of chocolate and other substances. Agatha would then tease and scold the doll for getting covered in chocolate, and the tiny doll-man would pretend to hate it but secretly loved being a part of the roleplay game.
One day, as Agatha was feeling unwell, the doll offered to give her a check-up, despite its tiny size. Agatha was initially hesitant, but she soon realized that the doll was perfectly capable of performing the examination. And so, the doll served as Agatha's OBG-YN, carefully checking her over and making sure that she was healthy and well.
As time went on, the game became even more elaborate and strange, with the doll taking on new roles and responsibilities in Agatha's life. But through it all, Agatha remained devoted to her tiny companion, unable to imagine her life without the strange and wonderful world that they had created together.
As Agatha reached for what she thought was the suppository, she accidentally grabbed the tiny doll instead. Not realizing her mistake, she proceeded to insert the doll into her rectum.
As the doll struggled to free himself from Agatha's grasp, he quickly realized that he had been mistaken for the suppository. Although he tried to communicate with Agatha and alert her to the mix-up, she was unable to hear his tiny voice.
With no other options, the doll resigned himself to his fate and remained inside Agatha's rectum, silently hoping that she would soon realize her mistake and remove him.
Despite the unexpected turn of events, Agatha continued on with her nightly game, using the doll to scratch her butt and absorb her farts as usual. Unaware of the doll's true identity, she treated him as she always had, laughing and joking as they played their game.
As the night wore on, however, the doll began to feel increasingly uncomfortable and anxious. He knew that he couldn't stay inside Agatha's body forever and he desperately hoped that she would soon realize what had happened and remove him.
As the morning light began to filter into the room, the doll's hopes were finally realized. Agatha suddenly realized her mistake and quickly removed the tiny doll from her rectum, apologizing profusely for the mix-up.
As the night went on, Agatha began to feel some discomfort in her abdomen. Her stomach started to rumble, and she felt like she had to pass gas more frequently than usual. She didn't think much of it at first, but as the discomfort persisted, she began to wonder if something was wrong. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen and realized that she had diarrhea.
As she hurried to the bathroom, she felt the doll shifting inside of her. The combination of the diarrhea and her bowel movements had dislodged the doll from its position, and it was now moving towards the exit. She could feel the doll being pushed out, and as she sat on the toilet, she watched as it fell into the bowl along with her waste.
Agatha was relieved that the doll was finally out of her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had grown attached to the doll and enjoyed their nightly games together. She knew that she would have to find another way to continue their games without the use of a suppository.
Despite the discomfort and embarrassment she had experienced, Agatha couldn't help but laugh at the situation. She had never imagined that a small doll and a suppository could cause so much trouble. She made a mental note to be more careful in the future, but deep down she knew that she would always be drawn to the magic doll and its enchanting powers.
The doll, who had been shoved deep inside Agatha's glutes, felt a sense of panic wash over him as he felt the rumblings of her stomach and the pressure of her intestines. He knew that something was wrong, and he struggled to free himself from her tight grip. The doll tried to call out for Agatha to release him, but she was too focused on the feeling of the suppository working its magic.
As the doll waited in fear, he felt a sudden rush of pressure and heat, followed by a splash of liquid. He realized that Agatha had diarrhea, and he knew that this was his chance to escape. With all his might, he pushed against the walls of her glutes, and finally, he popped out into the brown pool below.
The doll felt a mix of relief and disgust as he swam in the pool, surrounded by Agatha's waste. He knew that he had narrowly escaped a terrible fate, and he was grateful to be alive. However, he also felt a sense of shame and humiliation, knowing that he had been used as a tool in Agatha's twisted game.
As he swam in the pool, the doll reflected on his life and wondered how he had ended up in this situation. He had once been a prized possession, a magical doll with the power to shrink down those who wronged Agatha. But now, he was nothing more than a toy, used for her twisted pleasure.
The doll knew that he had to escape from Agatha's clutches, but he also knew that it would not be easy. He would have to find a way to outsmart her and break free from her control, but he was determined to do whatever it takes to regain his freedom.
The Magic Doll's Point of View
The tiny magic doll found itself in a very uncomfortable position. It had been accidentally inserted into Agatha's rectum, and had spent the last few hours stuck there. The doll couldn't move or breathe properly, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep up its magical powers.
As Agatha drank her large soda, the doll knew that things were about to get even worse. It had already been subjected to the foul-smelling and powerful fart blasts of Agatha's rear end, but now it would also have to deal with her full bladder.
As expected, Agatha soon had to go to the bathroom, and the doll braced itself for impact. It was not prepared for the gush of warm liquid that soon flooded its tiny body. The doll was now not only stuck in Agatha's rectum, but also soaking wet.
To make matters worse, Agatha was also experiencing some incontinence due to her advanced age. The doll was hit with another stream of liquid, this time much smellier than before.
The doll could only imagine the horrible situation it had found itself in. It was stuck in a dark, wet, and smelly place, with no way out.
As the night wore on, the doll could feel its magical powers waning. It knew that it had to get out of this situation as soon as possible, or risk being trapped forever.
Finally, with a sudden and violent burst of diarrhea, the doll was dislodged from its uncomfortable spot. It was catapulted out of Agatha's rectum and into the waiting pool, where it was greeted with a loud splash.
As the doll was dislodged from Agatha's rectum, he landed on the ground with a thud. He lay there motionless for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. Eventually, he managed to sit up and take stock of his situation.
Looking around, the doll realized that he was no longer in Agatha's bathroom. Instead, he found himself in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a sea of brown. It was then that he realized that he was covered in Agatha's feces.
Feeling disgusted and humiliated, the doll couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this mess. He knew that it was all a mistake, but he couldn't shake the feeling of shame and embarrassment that washed over him.
Despite everything, the doll couldn't help but feel a strange sense of affection towards Agatha. She may have been a difficult and messy woman to deal with, but he had grown attached to her in his own way. And so, he resolved to stay by her side, no matter what.
As Agatha rummaged through her belongings searching for her glasses, she stumbled upon the magical doll that had caused her so much joy and trouble in the past. Without her glasses, however, Agatha could not clearly see the doll and in her frustration, she mistakenly activated the magical powers.
To her surprise, the doll began to transform before her eyes. Its form shifted and changed until it became an absorbent aid, much like the pads Agatha used to manage her incontinence. Agatha was initially dismayed by the change, fearing that the doll had lost its magic and that her fun had come to an end.
But then she noticed how the absorbent doll could help her with her incontinence issues. With the doll's absorbent material, Agatha no longer needed to wear bulky and uncomfortable pads. She could now discreetly manage her incontinence and continue to enjoy her daily activities without worry.
Agatha couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all. The same magical doll that had caused her so much trouble had now become her most useful and helpful tool. As she placed the absorbent doll in her undergarments, Agatha felt grateful for the unexpected turn of events and couldn't wait to see what other surprises the doll had in store for her.
As Agatha continued to rely on T.O.M.M.I.E as her absorbent aid, she discovered that the doll could actually talk. She was initially surprised, but then she found comfort in being able to confide in T.O.M.M.I.E and share her thoughts and feelings with him.
T.O.M.M.I.E proved to be a good listener, and his small size and soft voice made him the perfect companion for Agatha. He would offer words of encouragement and support, and even crack a joke or two to make her laugh.
Agatha began to feel less alone and more at ease with T.O.M.M.I.E by her side. She would talk to him about everything, from her favorite memories to her worries and fears. T.O.M.M.I.E was always there to listen, to provide comfort, and to offer a sense of companionship.
Despite his size and appearance, T.O.M.M.I.E had become a valued friend and ally to Agatha in her old age.
Agatha was surprised to find that not only could Tommie absorb her urine and feces, but also her excessive gas and odors. It was as if Tommie had become a magical sponge for all of her bodily functions. Agatha felt a sense of relief knowing that she no longer had to worry about unpleasant smells or embarrassment when in public. Tommie would quietly and discreetly absorb all of her bodily odors, leaving Agatha feeling fresh and clean.
Agatha was out shopping at the mall when she suddenly had the urge to use the bathroom. She rushed to the nearest restroom, but to her dismay, she found that there was no toilet paper in the stall. She panicked, wondering what to do, when she remembered Tommie, her trusty doll.
She quickly pulled Tommie out of her purse and placed him in the stall. With a sense of relief, she used Tommie to wipe herself clean. The doll was surprisingly soft and gentle, much better than the scratchy toilet paper she was used to.
As she finished up, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Tommie's magical abilities. He not only provided her with comfort and security but now also served as a reliable alternative to harsh toilet paper.
As Agatha and Tommie continued their journey through the mall, Tommie noticed that Agatha was starting to feel uncomfortable. "What's wrong, Agatha?" he asked.
"I'm feeling a bit dry, Tommie," she replied, "down there."
Tommie didn't understand at first, but Agatha explained in more detail. She told him about the dryness she had been experiencing lately, which made her uncomfortable and caused irritation.
Tommie thought for a moment and then came up with an idea. He knew that he had a special power that could help Agatha, so he transformed himself into a magical lotion and asked Agatha to apply him to the affected area.
As Agatha applied Tommie's magical lotion, she felt instant relief. The dryness disappeared, and the irritation went away. She was amazed at how well it worked and thanked Tommie for his help.
But something strange happened after a while. Tommie's magic worked too well, and Agatha started to produce too much fluid. Feeling guilty, Tommie offered to transform back into her absorb aid since it was his magic that went wrong.
Agatha agreed, and Tommie transformed back into his original form. He felt much more comfortable being an absorbent aid for Agatha, and she was grateful for his help.
From that day on, Tommie remained Agatha's loyal companion, helping her with all of her incontinence issues. Whether it was absorbing fluids, providing comfort, or just being a friend, Tommie was always there for her.
As Tommie worked his magic to alleviate Agatha's internal dryness, he accidentally stimulated some sensitive nerves in the area. This unexpected stimulus caused Agatha to release a sudden and intense surge of secretions that surprised them both.
Tommie felt guilty for his unintended consequence, and he knew that he had to make it right. He offered to transform back into Agatha's absorbent aid since it was his magic that went wrong in the first place. Agatha was hesitant at first, but she could see the sincerity in Tommie's eyes and reluctantly agreed.
As Tommie transformed back into the absorbent aid, Agatha couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. She had grown so used to Tommie's company and comforting words, and now she would have to rely solely on the absorbent aid.
However, she couldn't deny the relief she felt as the absorbent aid soaked up the excess secretions. Tommie may have made a mistake, but his magic had still managed to solve a problem that had been bothering her for a while.
Sure, here's a possible version of the chapter incorporating that irony and the pleasant sensation:
As Tommie used his magic to treat Agatha's internal dryness, he accidentally stimulated the sensitive nerve endings in the area. At first, Agatha was surprised by the intense sensation, but soon she found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. Tommie had never seen Agatha react this way before, and he felt guilty that his magic had caused the unexpected reaction.
As the magical treatment continued, Agatha's body produced an abundance of secretions, including the very fluid that Tommie had helped create. Tommie was amazed at the powerful effects of his magic, but also a bit overwhelmed by the amount of fluid he was absorbing.
Despite the initial embarrassment of the situation, Agatha couldn't help but feel grateful for Tommie's help. She had never experienced such pleasure before, and the relief of her dryness was a huge relief. As Tommie transformed back into her absorbent aid, Agatha couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for her magical doll.
"Thank you, Tommie," Agatha said with a smile. "You may have caused a bit of a mess, but you also helped me in ways I never could have imagined."
Tommie blushed with pride and humility, grateful for the chance to help his giantess in any way he could.
Agatha was out shopping at the mall when she suddenly had the urge to use the bathroom. She rushed to the nearest restroom, but to her dismay, she found that there was no toilet paper in the stall. She was very dirty and couldn't leave waste on her bottom She panicked, wondering what to do, when she remembered Tommie, her trusty doll.
She quickly pulled Tommie out of her purse and placed him in the stall. With a sense of relief, guilt, and pleasure she used Tommie to wipe herself clean. The doll was surprisingly soft and gentle, much better than the scratchy toilet paper she was used to. Perhaps she should use him more often to clean her bottom. Since she was inconvenient tommie could be used as her diaper, if it was tight enough he might just rub against her rosebud. That would feel nice thought Agatha. Meanwhile, Tommie was still scraping the waste off her butt, he was covered by the large hole. Without thinking, Agatha farted blasting Tommie's face with more particles. As the hole opened Tommie's face became wedged in the opening and all he could breathe was her gas. Agatha laughed finding the situation funny and quite pleasurable. Tommie’s mouth would just have to absorb all that her anal incontinence would have to offer, Agatha pulled up her pants and continued to tour the mall with Tommie's head stuck in her rectum and his body pressed against her wrinkly anus. As she finished up, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Tommie's magical abilities. He not only provided her with comfort and security but now also served as a reliable alternative to harsh toilet paper."
Tommie watched as Agatha rushed into the restroom, clearly in a panic. He was tucked away in her purse, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, she pulled him out and placed him in the stall. Tommie was confused, but then he saw what Agatha was doing. She was using him to clean herself, and he could feel her relief and pleasure as he gently wiped away the mess.
As he worked, Tommie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in being able to provide this kind of comfort to his giantess. But then, suddenly, he was hit with a blast of gas from Agatha's rear. He coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe, but the gas was too strong. The hole in Agatha's body was too big, and Tommie's face became wedged in the opening.
Despite the uncomfortable position, Agatha found the situation amusing and laughed, causing more gas to escape and hit Tommie. But even as Tommie struggled to breathe and felt his face being covered in more particles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of duty to his beloved owner.
As Agatha pulled up her pants and continued on with her day, Tommie's head remained stuck in her rectum, his body pressed against her wrinkled anus. But he was glad to have been of service, even in such an unusual and uncomfortable situation. He knew that his magical abilities could provide comfort and security for Agatha, even when things got messy.
Tommie would hear a variety of sounds during this chapter. Firstly, he would hear Agatha's footsteps as they walked through the mall. Then, he would hear her sigh of relief as she realized she had him with her to use as toilet paper. As she used him to wipe herself, he would hear the sound of her skin rubbing against his soft body. He would also hear the sound of her anal incontinence as she passed gas, and the sound of her laughter as she found the situation amusing. Finally, he would hear the sound of Agatha's voice as she spoke to him and expressed her gratitude for his magical abilities.r32;r32;Sure, here's a revised version of the chapter that includes Tommie's sense of taste:
"Agatha was out shopping at the mall when she suddenly had the urge to use the bathroom. She rushed to the nearest restroom, but to her dismay, she found that there was no toilet paper in the stall. She was very dirty and couldn't leave waste on her bottom She panicked, wondering what to do, when she remembered Tommie, her trusty doll.
She quickly pulled Tommie out of her purse and placed him in the stall. With a sense of relief, guilt, and pleasure she used Tommie to wipe herself clean. The doll was surprisingly soft and gentle, much better than the scratchy toilet paper she was used to. Perhaps she should use him more often to clean her bottom.
As Agatha wiped, Tommie's mouth hung open in awe of her massive bottom. He could see the shape of her anus as she wiped, and the color and texture of the waste he was cleaning. He was so enthralled by the sight that he didn't even realize that he was tasting Agatha's waste and farts as they went down his throat.
Without thinking, Agatha farted, blasting Tommie's face with more particles. As the hole opened, Tommie's face became wedged in the opening, and all he could breathe was her gas. Agatha laughed, finding the situation funny and quite pleasurable. Tommie's mouth would just have to absorb all that her anal incontinence would have to offer.
Agatha pulled up her pants and continued to tour the mall with Tommie's head still stuck in her rectum and his body pressed against her wrinkly anus. As she finished up, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Tommie's magical abilities. He not only provided her with comfort and security, but now also served as a reliable alternative to harsh toilet paper."
"Tommie's sense of smell was in overdrive as he took in the overwhelming stench of the unclean bathroom. He could hardly bear it, but then he caught a whiff of something else - the unmistakable odor of Agatha's anal gas. As she continued to release it, he could smell its foulness, but also a strange sweetness that he couldn't quite place. As Agatha continued to wipe herself clean, Tommie's mouth was open in amazement at the sheer size of her bottom. The closer he got, the stronger the smells became. With his head still stuck in the opening, he was forced to breathe in the mixed scents of her fecal matter and her flatulence, causing him to gag.
Despite the disgusting smells, there was something comforting about being so close to Agatha. It was a strange sort of intimacy, being so close to her most private parts. Tommie couldn't help but feel grateful for his magical abilities, which allowed him to provide comfort to Agatha in ways that no one else could."
Agatha was an elderly African American woman, well into her seventies. Due to her age, she had developed both urinary and fecal incontinence, which made her rely on adult diapers for comfort and security. She also had decreased vision and delicate skin, which made her more susceptible to dryness and irritation. On top of that, Agatha was extremely overweight, which added to her discomfort and made her incontinence more difficult to manage. Despite all this, Agatha was a humorous and kind-hearted woman who found solace in her trusty doll, Tommie, who possessed magical qualities that provided her with comfort and relief.
Tommie was stuck in Agatha's rectum, and it was not a comfortable place to be. The waste that was being pushed out of her body was thick, smelly, and difficult to swallow. But Tommie didn't mind. He was happy to be there, to serve his beloved Agatha.
As she walked around the mall, Agatha's movements caused the waste to shift and slide around. Tommie had to work hard to keep up, constantly swallowing and absorbing the thick mess. It tasted and smelled terrible, but Tommie didn't complain. He knew that this was his duty, and that he had to do it to keep Agatha comfortable.
Despite the unpleasantness of the situation, Tommie felt a sense of pride and fulfillment. He was able to help Agatha in a way that no one else could, and he was grateful for the opportunity to do so. As they walked around the mall, Tommie focused all his attention on absorbing the waste and keeping Agatha clean and comfortable.
When they finally returned home, Tommie was exhausted. His mouth was sore from all the swallowing, and his stomach was full of waste. But he didn't regret a thing. He knew that he had done his job, and that he had done it well. As Agatha removed him from her rectum and placed him back in his normal form, Tommie felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. He had fulfilled his duty as a magic diaper, and he had done it with love and dedication.
Tommie's head was stuck in Agatha's rectum, and he couldn't move or breathe. The pungent smell of her waste filled his nostrils, and he tasted a strong, bitter flavor on his tongue. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before, and he couldn't help but gag at the overwhelming taste. But despite the unpleasantness, he was determined to stay there for Agatha's sake. He loved her and would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant absorbing her waste.
As Agatha walked around the mall, Tommie's mouth and face were pressed firmly against her wrinkled anus. He could feel her weight shift as she walked, and the motion caused her incontinence to become more severe. With each new wave, Tommie's mouth would open, and he would swallow everything that came out. The taste was disgusting, and he felt like he was going to be sick, but he didn't dare stop. He had to keep going for Agatha.
As the hours passed, Tommie continued to absorb everything that Agatha's body produced. The taste was unbearable, and he wished he could escape, but he couldn't. He was stuck there, trapped in her rectum, and there was no way out. Eventually, Agatha had to use the bathroom, and she pulled down her pants, allowing Tommie to slide out. He was covered in her waste, and he felt dirty and disgusting. But he didn't complain. He knew that this was his duty, and he was determined to carry it out to the best of his ability.
As Agatha finished up in the bathroom, Tommie lay there, covered in her waste, and thought about how much he loved her. He knew that he was just a doll, and that he couldn't change his fate, but he was content to serve her. He would do anything for her, no matter how unpleasant or difficult it might be. He was determined to be her loyal companion, no matter what.r32;r32;
"Agatha's body shuddered with pleasure as Tommie's wriggling movements against her Gräfenberg Spot intensified. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy throughout her body. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure that Tommie was inadvertently providing.
Meanwhile, Tommie's tiny body was drenched in a mixture of Agatha's sweat and incontinence. The smell was overpowering, but he didn't mind as long as he could help Agatha. He continued to wiggle and squirm, desperate to get her attention.
As Agatha finally became aware of Tommie's presence, she quickly removed him from her body. Tommie emerged covered in a thick layer of sweat and other bodily fluids. But he didn't care. He was just relieved to be free and to have helped Agatha in some small way.
As Agatha and Tommie lay in bed together, she couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy with her beloved doll. She was no longer ashamed of her incontinence, as she knew Tommie would always be there to care for her.
As she lay there, she felt a sudden urge to relieve herself. Tommie, always eager to please, quickly positioned himself beneath her and opened his mouth wide to catch her waste. Agatha felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she emptied her bowels onto Tommie's face, knowing that he was happy to take care of her in any way he could. He began to quickly swallow all of her shit as it poured out of her. She was like a cement truck emptying its load, especially true considering her size.
As Tommie continued to swallow Agatha's waste, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by the taste and smell. The feces had a putrid smell, and the taste was bitter and unpleasant. But he persevered, knowing that Agatha needed his help.
As he continued to swallow, he could feel the gas released from Agatha's bowels tickling his nose. The smell was overpowering, causing him to gag and retch. But he soldiered on, knowing that he couldn't let Agatha down.
Finally, Agatha was finished, and Tommie breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled him close to her chest. He was covered in her waste, but he didn't mind. He was just happy to have helped her. As Agatha drifted off to sleep, Tommie lay beside her, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment knowing that he had done his duty.
He may have hated the taste and smell, but he loved Agatha, and he would do anything for her."
As she drifted off to sleep, Agatha smiled, knowing that she was loved and cared for in a way that no one else could understand. And with Tommie by her side, she knew that she could face anything that life threw her way.
Agatha sat up in bed, breathing heavily as she tried to come down from the intense pleasure Tommie had inadvertently given her. She knew that she had to take better care to remember Tommie in the future, but for now, she was just grateful for the unexpected release that he had given her."
Giantess World
