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Her Little Crush
To Jasmine, Crispin was one of a kind. Ever since the two met back in elementary school, Jasmine had been infatuated with her diminutive classmate, and this infatuation had only grown as time went on. She wanted him to be her’s, and she had decided that she’d stop at nothing to get what she wanted. One thing led to another, and eventually Jasmine discovered shrinking magic completely by chance. Immediately, she realized that this was just what she needed to make Crispin her own, and with that in mind, she spent the next couple of weeks perfecting this skill all to make Crispin her’s in every sense of the word. For Crispin, the day started out seemingly like any other. He was in his room, everything was in place, though to say nothing was out of the ordinary would have been an understatement, as he immediately noticed Jasmine’s massive face staring down at him in place of his room’s usual ceiling. When faced with this surreal site, Crispin at first assumed that this was a dream, but after pinching himself in an attempt to check, he found that was not the case. “Aww, you think this is a dream? That’s so sweet, do you dream of me often?” Jasmine commented as she noticed her captive struggling to come to terms with his reality. “W-what’s going on!” Crispin called out, terrified over the sight of his giant classmate. “Well you see, I’ve been spending the last few weeks learning a certain shrinking spell so I could shrink you down to an adorably tiny size so we can be together forever!” Jasmine explained to the terrified boy. “I even went through the process of shrinking your entire room down and placing everything exactly how you like it.” Jasmine continued explaining. “Oh, uh, how nice of you...” Crispin replied timidly, quite unnerved not only by the fact that he had been shrunken down but also by the fact that this girl he barely knew somehow perfectly replicated his bedroom. “Aw, don't mention it! I only want the best for my perfect little Crispin.” Jasmine said as she gently patted the tiny boy on the head with her index finger. “Oh, but don’t get too comfy in that little bed of your’s. I’m planning on going shopping, and I’d hate to leave you all on your own.” Jasmine added as she pulled Crispin out of his bed “O-okay...” Crispin submissively replied. “But where to keep you? Most of my clothes don’t really have pockets, so let’s see...” Jasmine asked herself. “Hm, I could put you in my purse. Wait but what if someone steals it?! Then I’d lose you forever and I can’t have that!” “Oh! I know, how about the back of my panties! You’ll be nice and snug between my buttcheeks!” The girl decided, pulling back her jeans and revealing her cavernous buttcrack to her tiny captive. “Uh, a-are you sure you can’t put me somewhere else?” Crispin asked, not liking the idea of getting wedged between his captor’s bubbly asscheeks. “Nope! I’ve already made up my mind!” Jasmine said as she gently placed Crispin’s tiny body into her crack, trapping him in there by pulling up her panties which in turn pressed his face into her asshole. Immediately, Crispin was subjected to both an overwhelming sense of pressure and an equally overwhelming stench. “Now it might be a bit smelly in there, I’ve been so preoccupied with learning all that shrinking stuff that I haven't really had the chance to shower for the last week, or maybe longer, I kinda lost track.” Jasmine explained, “Though I suppose that’s no big deal, you’ll probably get used to it eventually!” PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR “Eheh, whoops. That kinda just-” Jasmine said with embarrassment as she unintentionally farted on Crispin, only to be interrupted by a couple more farts. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUU “-slipped out.” She continued to clarify as if her sentence wasn’t even interrupted. In contrast to Jasmine’s nonchalant reaction, Crispin’s suffering had only gotten worse thanks to the powerful stench of the gas that engulfed his entire form. As a result, the poor boy began to struggle, squirming around desperately in hopes of somehow breaking free from the confines of Jasmine’s crack. “Hehe, you feel good down there.” Jasmine said in response to Crispin’s squirms as she patted her cheeks, further smothering him between them. “You know, since it’s such a nice day out today, I think I’ll ride my bike to the mall.” Jasmine commented, immediately sending Crispin into a panic. The poor boy dreaded the idea of him being stuck under Jasmine’s ass as she pedaled her way to the mall, but regardless of his protests, her mind had been made up. As Jasmine got on her bike, Crispin’s fears were proven to be completely justified as he found himself crushed under Jasmine’s weight and his face pressed further up against her asshole, which she of course enjoyed the feeling of. Things only got worse however as she started pedaling. FFFFRRRBBBBBPPP. BBBRRRMMMMBBBBBT. PPPPRMMPPPPTTTT. FFFFFFFFRRRRPPPTTT. BBBLLLLLMMMPPTT. As Jasmine pedaled her way to the mall, poor Crispin was grinded by her massive buttcheeks and was subjected to a barrage of farts she casually let out along her trip, and on top of this all this activity had caused Jasmine to break quite a sweat, leading Crispin to get drenched in said sweat. This carried on for about a half an hour until finally Jasmine made it to the mall. As she got off her bike, the girl immediately made sure to check on the tiny boy she had stored in her panties. “Hey Crispin, how’s it going down there?” Jasmine asked in a flirty tone as she pulled the back of her pants, looking down at her captive. “P-please...” Poor Crispin replied as he gasped for air, absolutely broken from that long bike ride. “You’re pleased? That’s so sweet.” Jasmine responded, misinterpreting the boy’s meek reply and in response deciding to keep him trapped in her panties, much to his dismay. Feeling content with herself, Jasmine carried out her trip to the mall as per usual while casually letting out fart after fart, feeling a form of bliss she had never experienced before. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUU FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMM RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Fortunately for Jasmine, the mall was quite crowded today, and all the noise drowned out the sounds of her farts, and by extension any attempt to cry out for help Crispin may have made. While there had been a few bystanders with the misfortune of getting a whiff of her gas, not a single one of them would have suspected that it had been the rather attractive young lady letting out such a strong stench. After maybe a couple of hours of going from store to store, Jasmine was just about ready to return home for the day, but unfortunately for Crispin, fate had other plans. Just as luck would have it, the girl happened to run into her group of friends right as she was making her way to the exit. “Heyyy Jas!” One friend called out as she ran over to give Jasmine a tight hug, which pushed out a fart that once again hit Crispin at point blank. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOO “Heh, ‘scuse me.” Jasmine replied after letting out a fart, prompting her friends to laugh with her as they remained oblivious to the suffering they had been causing a rather unfortunate boy. For the next hour or so, the group of girls sat and talked about boys, which of course meant that Crispin found himself crushed under Jasmine’s butt. Despite this topic, Jasmine made a conscious effort to avoid bringing up Crispin or his current position, wanting to keep the boy as “her little secret”. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMM PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM She did however continue to fart on the boy, blissfully enjoying his squirms in her crack as her friends remained oblivious of his existence, in spite of his desperate attempts to cry for help. This conversation carried on for far longer than Crispin would have liked, though at this point he had come to terms with the fact that he was completely powerless to the whims of his giant lover. Eventually however the girls decided that it was time to part ways. “Hey, wanna ride back to your place?” One of Jasmine’s friends offered. “Nah, It’s still nice out, so I think I’ll ride my bike back.” Jasmine replied, wanting an excuse to spend some more time alone with Crispin. “Alright, see you later then.” The friend replied as the group split up, leaving Jasmine behind with her tiny crush. As she left the mall, Jasmine hopped onto her bike, once again sitting on Crispin as she pedaled herself home, grinding him between her cheeks in the process. RRRBBBBBBBBPPP. PPPRRRMMMMBBBTTT. FFFFFRRRPPPTTT. BBBRRRMMPPPPTTTT. FFFRRRMMMMPPPP. BBBLLLLLMMMPPTT. Like the trip before this lasted about a half an hour, until finally she made it home. Immediately, she rushed to her room, causing Crispin’s tiny body to bounce around in her crack in the process. Once she entered her room, she gleefully pulled Crispin out of her panties and laid him down in his shrunken down bedroom, allowing him to finally catch his breath. “So, uh, what did you buy?” Crispin asked once he pulled himself together, a bit curious as to what was so important for her to buy that she’d spend the whole day carrying him around in her smelly panties. “Well, to tell the truth, I didn’t really need to buy anything. I just wanted to see what it’d be like to spend the day with you!” Jasmine answered. Naturally, Crispin was not too pleased to learn that he spent his day suffering for basically nothing, but given how defenseless he was, he wasn’t able to do much to object. “If you’re wondering, I had a great time! You felt absolutely wonderful between my cheeks and even just having you around with me was great, so we’ll totally be doing this more often you know?” Jasmine explained, having had the best day of her life, in stark contrast to Crispin who had the worst day of his. “Oh, uh, great...” Crispin replied with little enthusiasm. “I know, isn’t it!? We’re gonna spend so much time with each other, and I look forward to every second of it!” Jasmine responded, eagerly looking forward to spending the future with her little crush.
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