Origins
by skeezan

PART 1

It was a night like any other Greg was enjoying a short walk around his neighborhood. Having just finished collage, Greg didn't really know what he was going to do with his life, so he relished in the few moments when he could forget about all that and just enjoy the simpler things.

Then all of the sudden Greg heard a loud cry for help. He turned to the side and found a short brunette woman at the front of her house. Being the (according to himself) suave, brave, handsome gentlemen he was Greg ran to help the woman.

“Yes what is it?” Greg asked with a stereotypical tough guy voice. The woman however made no response and slowly started backing up her rear into him till she began slowly rubbing herself on Greg. “Umm Ms.?”

“Call me Gina....or mistress.” Gina said still rubbing up on Greg. Despite the huge confusion Greg was relatively enjoying what Gina was doing and wouldn't dare stop her even when remarking on the absurdity of it all. Then Gina suddenly let out a long ripper fart right into Greg's side.

“Oh god..that's awful.” He said attempting to cover his nose but being stopped by Gina.

“Shhhh....enjoy the scent and enjoy the night they are both gifts from above.” Gina punctuated this with a short fart that she began to fan towards Greg's nose. This was the last straw for Greg as he simply pushed Gina away from him and prepared to leave.

“Look, Gina was it, I'm just gonna leave.” Gina cut him off before Greg could deliver the final blow.

“Shhhhhhh.... it's okay soon you will love me, all of me it has been written, it has been told, it just has to happen now.”

“Wha?” With a smile on her face Gina pushed her finger into Greg's forehead and in a second all he saw was darkness. As quick as there was darkness, light emerged again and Greg could observe his surroundings once more.

They were much, much different.

He was no longer looking at the top of Gina's head, instead Greg was given a much different sight then before. Greg was looking forward and all he saw was the giant foot of Gina, as he shifted his gaze upward her towering figure became known.

“What. The. Fuck.” Was Greg's only response Gina's however was much more outspoken. She became wild jumping up and down moving sporadically, Greg had to be careful to avoid her feet from stepping on him though at this point he was much more befuddled than anything else.

“YES! YES! YES! GODDESS BE PRAISED. YOU HAVE GIVEN ME MY LOVER, MY PROVIDENCE, MY SLAVE FINALLY THE TIME OF TORMENT IS NIGH!.” Hearing this Greg made the very calm and rational decision to run away as fast as he could before this psycho could do anything to him. A problem emerged from his plan when Gina grabbed Greg before he could even get a few steps in.

“Fear not my lovely little....slavey! There now you have a name. Anyway there is nothing to fear for you have just been given the greatest gift one of your kind could ever be given.” Greg stared blankly at Gina for a while still trying to process everything that just happened. Her predatory eyes fixated on him like she had just been given a meal. Greg quickly decided to say something, anything in the hopes of possibly making his situation a bit better.

“Okay so....I don't really know what's happening but I have a very strong feeling that you aren't looking out for my best interest, so uh my names Greg not Slavey and I'd prefer if you called me that and you know could you please put me down and let's talk about this whole slave thing like calm rational adults. Also...MAKE ME BIG AGAIN YOU FUCKING FREAK!” Greg immediately regretted adding that last part but Gina seemed unfazed.

“Ah still focused on the previous life and not your new life serving your mistress don't worry Slavey we begin your first torment session right now.” Sparing no time Gina was inside the door pulling her right shoe off with one hand while painfully gripping Greg in the other hand. Greg thought of questioning Gina's planning but as she reached into her purse and pulled out a roll of duct tape he no longer cared. The motion was swift and like Gina had been practicing (she had) and Greg had been duct taped to the bottom of her socked foot facing directly with the heel.

Greg correctly guessed that Gina had probably never washed her feet and the same went for the socks she was currently wearing. So the smell was as bad as it was to be expected but the true torment came from something much simpler. Walking. With each step Gina took Greg was flattened to her heel with the weight of Gina's entire body. The stink would hit him the hardest then mostly because with each step Gina would press her heel hard into the ground and grind it like she was crushing a bug. The walk up the stairs was pure torture made especially long with Gina's constant stomping. Once they were at the top though Gina entered her room and took one giant foot step inside putting as much weight as she could into one final stomp.

Greg was taken off her sock and held in her hand giving him a good view of Gina's room. On the left side there was Gina's bed which Gina had thrown her panties on once she entered the room. The wet sound that accompanied that action sent shivers all through Greg's body. On the right side was a desk that had an open book on it other regular desk type things. It was the centre of the room that had the most interesting item, that being a tall throne. It was made to look like it was built for royalty but the thing was clearly home made with a crappy paint job and various nails sticking out at each angle.

“Gina seriously what the fuck?” Greg said looking at Gina less with contempt but more with utter astoundment that someone could be as crazy as this woman.

“Well every queen needs her throne and you look perfect to be at the centre of mine.” Throwing Greg onto the seat Gina took now time in sitting down. The impact was sudden and overwhelming for him, a thousand pounds of putrid smelling flesh fell onto him and took no time whatsoever in upping the ante. Above the thousands of pounds of ass flesh that were squashing him Greg heard a very loud gurgle.

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“Damn it....I can't breath.” Greg said yelling from underneath the confines of the titan

“Don't worry Slavey the gas is the goddesses air and I will allow you to breath it for an

Gina must have been holding in her gas for this occasion because after her little bit of goddess propaganda all that Greg heard was the roaring winds of Gina's farts and all he smelled was the point blank force of taco gas. Things got much worse however as made abundantly clear through Gina's movements. As she continued to gas him Gina got more and more 'into

She would bounce up and down while grinding her ass deep into the seat of the throne and she did all of this perfectly timed with her farts. It made each of the awful smelling winds be forced into Greg's mouth at the absolute worst time imaginable. This went on for a very, very long time Gina often made questionable orgasmic sounding noise while she sat and farted. Greg meanwhile was being completely submerged in the ass sweat that had been accumulating since he had first been squashed. Still after hours and hours of torment Gina stopped her gassing and spoke to him.

“Oh my dear Slavey cushion, you have no idea how happy the goddesses and I are with the work you've done today. It's a shame though for I can no longer partake in our activities I must rest for a full day of humiliation tomorrow. Don't fret however, the godesses air will be VERY, VERY present tonight.” She got up off the throne much to Greg's tiny bodies delight and laid on the bed next to it facing away from the wall that had the desk. Gina giggled a bit and let out a tiny bit of 'goddesses air' onto Greg before drifting off into

Greg wasted no time with this opportunity and immediately began his ascension out of Gina's ever farting rear. The trek was long and arduous. Even though Greg was already soaking with Gina's sweat that didn't stop her ass from soaking him with a whole lot more. The smell was awful to say the least but the sweat also made climbing an incredible feat and Greg was hoping to get out before Gina had her next gas attack (which knowing her would be about every thirty seconds).

“C'mon I'm so close....” Greg was struggling his way to the top just managing to peer his gaze at the light until with no warning whatsoever...

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Lubricated from all the sweat allowed the fart to blast Greg outside of the rancid rear and onto the desk nearby. He landed with a loud thud on a soft surface. For just a moment Greg laid there not even opening his eyes just focusing on breathing/not dying. When he finally opened them his frame was blocked by yet another butt. He shrieked and stepped back before realizing his foolishness. Greg had landed on a book and as it turns out right onto an illustration of a woman's rear end. Laughing it off for second Greg began to look for a way out until his eyes wandered back onto the picture. Below the ass was a drawing of a shrunken man on a stool and it became quite clear that the ass was quickly descending onto him. The title of the page read Butt Crushing Positions (How To Make Sitting Fun!) Several more pictures filled the page of tiny men being crushed by large posteriors. The images sent shivers down Greg's spine like he was re-watching the torture he just received. There was nothing Greg wanted to do more than get off the desk and run out of this house, but he was also no fool. The book obviously had something to do with shrunken men and perhaps there would be a way for him to be unshrunk. He glanced back at Gina to make sure she was still sleeping. She was, a loud snore proved that immediately. So with nothing left to lose Greg decided to look at the title of the book if nothing else. The Goddesses Manifesto was in bright yellow letters across the top of the book below it were three pictures of women who Greg correctly guessed to be the goddesses.

“Gina has been talking about some goddesses all night there has to be something here.....God damn it this better not be real.” His voiced seemed to stir Gina from her slumber as Greg froze in place. Gina moved a little bit one leg slowly extended upward until.

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Greg sighed in relief “It was just a fart.” He thought, though the smell that followed proved to be much worse than “just a fart”. Brushing it off Greg quickly went to the table of contents and searched for anything relevant. He skimmed finding chapters like Best Foods for BIG Gas, How to Make a Slave Love You (which had been underlined several times) until he found what seemed like a good chapter Using the Goddesses Powers. When he got to the page the three pictures of the goddesses were once again seen this time each with a little subheading.

The One at the top had a picture of a tall blonde woman, it read. “Goddess of Growth: This Goddess can give the gift of growth to any she deems worthy allowing them to make things larger than ever before. Being the eldest of the sisters this Goddess has a firm connection with the nobility of the Goddesses and above all else the worship and praise of these far superior beings. To understand the gift of Growth and how to obtain it go to page 343.”

Two the left was a picture of a shorter but much curvier black haired women, it read “Goddess of Transformation: This Goddess can give the gift that allows anyone to be transformed into anything and everything should it prove suitable amusement. The middles sister of this family has a love for mischief and torment, these two principles often shape all her reactions with mortals. To understand the gift of Transformation more turn to page 351.”

Finally Greg saw the one he was looking for, a picture of a short fairy like brunette, it read. “Goddess of Shrinking: This Goddess can gift yet is very seldom to use the gift of Shrinking. The youngest of the trio this Goddess has very strict morals and will almost never waiver in them, with just about all gifts given being for justice and nothing more. To understand the gift of Shrinking go to page 358.”

It was hard to think of what was happening to him as justice but Greg was far too preoccupied to be worrying about that. Time was running out and he needed to make sure that he found a way to get back to normal. However before he turned to page 358 Greg spied a small paragraph at the very bottom of the page. With philosophy that no information was bad information (though learning of a insane goddess cult might seem bad to some) Greg decided to read it.

“It should be noted that these three sisters no matter what the reason for giving mortals their gifts value one thing and one thing above all else...” Greg stopped. He felt a gently breeze from behind him. Just to be certain of what it was he took a breath. It smelt rotten.

“The complete and total subjection of all men in existence or rather, mankind only exists to serve womankind. I think I might be paraphrasing a bit but you get it right Slavey.” Gina's booming voice echoed into throughout the room as Greg turned around to see her sickening smile fill his vision. Greg was stunned with silence but Gina was quick to fill the void with a belch that knocked him right off his feet.

“You really messed up now slave, no man is ever allowed to read that book. What you just did is so bad you're going to have to have such a big punishment for it.” Gina said visibly steaming.

“Look Gina....I...I..I..I get it goddesses are great I'll do whatever they want but don't you think I could serve them better if I was like.....bigger or something.” Greg said, once again lying quite poorly.

“Don't worry my lovely slave this punishment is out of love not malice and one day you will see that just as I have seen the what the goddesses want me to do to you.” With one hand Gina grabbed Greg and with another she took the panties she had been wearing and began walking downstairs. When she got to the bottom Gina say her prize the shoes she had been wearing when she was out with Greg. To pick them up she put Greg in her armpit to hold him in place then grabbed it with that hand. Inside the dank slimy crevice Greg heard Gina speak.

“Okay so I've worn these panties all day and I don't think I have to tell you that they have been taking the brunt of my farts tonight. You know except for when you were, and then there's my shoes which have been basking in my foot sweat again all day. Except for when you were my little Slavey.” Gina let out a short giggle as Greg tried to hear her underneath between the sweaty folds. “but whatever the point is they are practically bathed in the Goddesses scent and tonight my nubile slave you will be getting a bath.” Greg screamed in horror inadvertently tickling Gina as he did causing her armpit to grind on his tiny form. This rubbed more and more of the sweat on him and this wasn't even the punishment. He was taken out eventually though making a large popping sound as the sweat had caused Greg to stick to the surface a bit.

“Okay first step dirty pantie prison. These should be godly enough for a suitable punishment.” Gina began to wrap the skidmarked panties around and around Greg making sure that his face was always facing the brown back end. By the time she was finished Greg looked like a pantie covered mummy. All around him the odour of a thousand farts were present breathing was almost impossible and in the few parts where it was the air would be heavy and thick with residual gas. Then there was the problem of the skidmark which was plastered onto his face. Any attempt of opening his mouth would leave Greg with the taste of dried shit from a crazy giantess. Though ever the spiteful one Greg still felt the need for a comeback.

“You think this is bad there's hardly any fart smell your goddesses ain't....” Greg stopped when the awful taste began to fill his mouth.

“Eh I'll give you another one for the road.” Gina stuffed the panties near her butt crack and let loose a five second cheek slapper. The already awful smelling cloth was soon given a fresh chocking stench that enveloped the tiny man's surroundings. Greg's punishment didn't end there though, far from it. Holding the scrunched up wad of panties in one hand Gina pushed Greg and the brown streak underwear into a a whole other level of torment that being the insole of her shoe.

“You crazy bitch.” Greg yelled as he eyed his destination but with the stinking rag surrounding him it sounded more like. “Mmooppfff maarrryyyffff miiisssshhhh.”

“Calm down you get a rare treat the combination of the Goddesses two favorite smells. Very few slaves can make that claim.” After saying that Gina ignored the rest of Greg's pleading and shoved him as far back into her shoe as she could, putting him right near the toes. The unpleasant foot smell was quickly added onto the equally unpleasant fart smell to create a mix of gas,sweat, and feet. Greg was stuck in hell and despite every part of him telling him he shouldn't Greg opened his mouth and prepared to tell this crazy bitch off. Instead of that though he chocked on the air around him and made a high pitched wheezing screech.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.”
Greg's yell were to Gina affirmation that the punishment was working on her “slavey” but she new that it wouldn't be enough and decided to up the ante just one more degree.

“This looks good but we can't let Slavey get out now, can we.” Gina said talking to herself just to add insult to Greg (or maybe she genuinely thought she was being cute). It was then Gina added the pièce de résistance in the form of her barefoot entering the shoe. She did just slowly enough so Greg wouldn't be able to really tell what was going on until it was too late. It started off with a powerful squash, Gina's big toe even landed directly on his face pushing him further and further back into the shoe-prison. The horrible force that was pushing and pushing Greg was hardly the worst of it as Gina's foot quickly began to seep sweat. The sweat was soaked into the panties filling his already stuffy atmosphere that much worse. From every where stink was being forced onto him. Gina's punishment had reached what she hoped for. The pure unification of all the goddesses beliefs (kinda).

“There we go I think this is a fair punishment now.”

Greg tried to say “I hate you.” But wrapped in a pair dirty panties, at the end of a shoe, while a giant women is wearing that shoe meant very little sound could travel outside. Plus doing this had the adverse side affect of filling his mouth with the stink that surrounded him. Gina still could make out that he was saying something simply from the vibrations she felt on her feet and decided to give her little slave a comforting thought.

“Don't worry Slavey, tiny life can only get better from here.” She pushed her toes down onto Greg at the end of her sentence squashing him flatter then he already had become.

Somehow Greg seriously doubted that this would be getting better.

PART 2

It was a dark, dark night the house was silent. Greg having once again escaped from Gina while she slept carefully tip toed through the hall, his destination in sight. The front door. He was halfway through to it farther than he ever had gotten. Hope filled his eyes as Greg knew soon he would finally be free of his crazy Goddess obsessed captor. Unfortunately for the five inch tall man this would be as far as he would be getting tonight as he had awoken said crazy Goddess obsessed captor who was now standing above him. Gina lifted her foot up and stomped it down onto Greg crushing him to a flat pancake shape instantly.

“Goddesses be damned.” Gina shifted her heel into Greg a bit crushing him even more before picking him off her feet and placing him in the palm of her hand. She placed Greg directly in front of her face. Greg hated it when she talked to him like this either her awful breath would waft onto him or Gina would inadvertently (and quite often purposefully) belch in his face.

“Slavey this is the fifth time you've tried to escape this week. Is there a problem have I been bathing too much, is my gas to weak for you, or has there not been enough crushing. What am I doing wrong?” Greg got up and stood on her palm, looked Gina straight in the eyes and prepared to speak.

As expected Gina belched extremely deliberately right into Greg's small body stink falling onto him and right when his mouth was open to speak. Along with this the rotten wind blew the small man off her palm with ease and made him fall to the floor. Gina hurriedly picked him up and looked directly at Greg once more.

“Was that good, have you fallen under the trance of the goddesses breath now?” Greg mentally chastised himself for ever deciding to go out for a walk all those nights ago but managed to calm himself and face Gina directly.

“Gina look just let me talk and listen very carefully to the words I'm about to say. I do not want to be your slave and I never will. Got it.” Greg said as calmly as he could, in the past he had learnt that it worked best to be calm and direct with Gina. Her response to this was.

“WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME!” Gina screeched while squeezing Greg in her hand. The painful grip squished Greg between her fingers all the while Gina kept whining and yelling like a child. Then suddenly she stopped. “Wait, I have an idea.” Gina tucked Greg inbetween her balloon sized-breasts before running off to the upstairs bedroom. Each step sent a wave of jiggling which in turn sent Greg flying around the (always sweaty somehow) cleavage that surround him. When Gina finally stopped moving Greg had gotten himself positioned underneath Gina's right breast.

Gina sat down at her desk and quickly scanned through The Goddesses Manifesto until she reached the page she was searching for: Keeping Humiliation Fresh and Fun. Greg meanwhile was still being smothered to the point that moving was incredibly impossible. It was so bad Greg could barely hear what Gina was reading aloud.

“'A change of scenery can yield a more fulfilling experience for both slave and master.' Slavey look!” Gina pulled Greg out from between her breasts and shoved his face to the page she was holding up. Greg was too close to see anything but Gina still went on talking. “The Goddesses have spoken, Slavey we're moving! Oh crap you just read the book now I have to punish you.” Greg sighed as Gina was again pulled the back of her panties and dropped him back down into the abyss of her giant ass.

“Despite this transgression, I think you and me will soon becoming the perfect master slave duo ever.” Gina let out a tremendous fart when she finished talking. “I couldn't just leave the girl be I had to help her didn't think about whether or not she had supernatural powers.” Greg lament as the scent of Gina's most recent fart floated towards him.

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A week later Gina had just finished packing up everything while Greg waited to the side in a small hamster cage Gina had bought for him. The cage however was almost entirely filled to the brim with all of Gina's dirty panties (basically every pair of panties except the ones she was currently wearing). Since last week Greg had stayed in there only taken out if Gina felt like a foot rub or needed a sweat rag. She also made it a point to use the cage as a fart receptacle for every single gas attack she had. Needless to say the entire cage reeked and meant every breath Greg had ever taken for the last week was consumed by the scent of Gina's fart stink. So Greg was happy to be leaving the cage but a little less happy of leaving a place that was only a block away from his house.

“Alright Slavey I think I'm all packed. Oh except for the panties....eh you know what I only need one pair and if they break I can always just use you, hehe.” Greg slowly banged his head on the bars of the cage. Gina noticed this and pulled him out of the cage. “I know you're ready to be rid of this place but don't worry I found the perfect destination, my little book tells me it's just brimming with the Goddesses power.”

“Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat.”

“I know right. There is one thing though.” Greg's ears perked up ever so slightly when she said this. “The place is kinda far away and as much as I would love to take you on a Road Trip where I humiliate you at every possible turn it's just not possible.” Greg allowed himself to grow hopeful that maybe just maybe they wouldn't be leaving and he would still be close to home. “So we have to take a plane and that means we need to go through security and that means some one might find you and that means I'll have to hide you in a place where you won't be caught and that means well, you're going to be very close with me for the next few hours.” Greg made a mental note to never be hopeful of anything ever.

Gina moved Greg to her behind and placed him in the centre as she had done many times, then with one hand she pull her sizable cheeks apart leaving Greg to look at where he would be going. It was no secret that Gina didn't wash properly but her asshole was caked in dry shit, Greg gulped when he realized that the inside was probably far worse. Meanwhile Gina was etching Greg further and further towards her brown eye all the while he begged her to stop.

“It's okay Slavey just think how close you'll be to me and by extension my gas in just a few seconds.” With that Gina made one short push with her finger and Greg fell face first onto the pulsating anus.The surface he fell on was thick in slime and stench so much so that Greg found it impossible to move away with the asshole slowly trying to pull Greg in, face first. With each motion Greg was pulled further and further in, Gina's insides smeared him with wet ass juices the further he got in. The experience was hellish, being dragged into what was to Greg the worst place on Earth. Soon only Greg's legs remained outside but Gina was quick to correct this as with one final jab of her finger she pushed Greg farther into her bowels than either thought possible thought possible.

“Oh Goddesses!” Gina exclaimed. The feeling she was given once Greg was fully inside washed over Gina like a tidal wave. Greg couldn't stay still inside his the tight constricting environment and each little motion he made Gina felt an immense amount of pleasure. “Yup this was definitely a good idea.”

Walking proved to be difficult for Gina and unbearable for Greg. Each step sent large tremors around him causing him to fall onto the mucus covered walls and taste the inside of her ass. Gina felt this and as expected was hit with another wave of pleasure. However despite this she managed to get into her taxi, a bittersweet feeling for Gina as she couldn't walk anymore and Greg remained relatively still. Then Gina thought of something. Being inside Gina's asshole was needless to say the worst thing Greg had ever experienced. The little air that he had was barely breathable, the walls were literally oozing with ass juices, and he was so constricted that moving was impossible. That being said it got considerably worse when Gina decided to start farting.

The warm air reverberated throughout the long flesh tunnel until it made it's way to Greg where it was abruptly stopped. The wind fell right onto Greg fulling the atmosphere with more stench then he thought possible. Acting like the butt plug he now was though the air never passed by Greg he was far to enclosed for that to be possible. This meant that the musky air either remained in front of him or was sucked inside in another one of Greg's bids for breathing. This continued until Gina had made it past into the airport and passed security she contemplated taking Greg out but after walking three or four more steps she decided against it for the time being.

Meanwhile Greg was having an increasing amount of wet gas pushed onto him again since it had no place to go it would just land on his face/mouth. A funny thing had happened in this time though each blast was pushing Greg further away from Gina's inside. It did also mean his face was being pelted with small amounts of shit and being pushed across the walls but still freedom now seemed to be a possibility. Gina hadn't seemed to notice far too overcome by the pleasure she was receiving. Greg immediately took advantage of this and started to do what he could to move himself. Gina blissfully walked into the airplane and found her seat. Oddly enough there seemed to be no other people on the plane save for one women sitting across the aisle from her. As Greg prepared his escape the lady moved across her aisle and sat next to Gina.

“Hi names Beatrice.” The lady said somewhat enthusiastically.

“Well hi Beatrice my names Gina, what are you doing on this plane.” Beatrice tried to form a response but was quickly interrupted by the overly enthusiastic Gina. “I'm bringing my slave to a new home....the Goddesses told me to.”

Gina cupped her mouth realizing once again she had revealed a Goddess secret to someone. In a fit of nervousness Gina let loose a long shart that pushed Greg the rest of the way out.....almost. His upper body was sticking outside covered in shit,sweat, ass juices and anything else that Gina's anus produced. Gina felt Greg sticking out and in another fit of nervousness let out a shart this one very audible. It pushed Greg fully outside and onto Gina's panties although it also pushed a small amount of sludge on top of him. Still though he was happy to be free. Above Beatrice finally gave Gina a response.

“No kidding the Goddesses told me to head to the forest to attain tremendous powers unparalleled to all.” There was another very long silence. Gina was ecstatic to find someone else who knew about the Goddesses but was far too concerned of Greg escaping so she made a response and then quickly got up to go to the bathroom.

“Well you don't have to gloat about it.” Gina said getting up and walking towards the lavatory, giving Beatrice a very up close view of her brown panties. Greg was not in those panties however as at the last moment he had climbed his way out and fell onto the seat below. Basking in the (relatively) fresh air Greg spotted the giant girl in front of him and got her attention as quick as he could by biting her leg. Beatrice looked down at the little shit covered man her eyes filling with lust when she did.

“Listen lady you gotta help me this crazy lady shrunk me and.....”

“Shhhhh I understand now, you were meant to be here, after all the Goddesses don't make mistakes.” Breatice's rear lifted up ever so slightly and positioned her right buttock over Greg.

“Oh come on how is that even possible. HELP! HELP!” Gina was too far to hear and the flight attendants were all at the front of the plane. No one heard Greg's pleas and they were soon silenced under yet another mighty butt. Greg fell under Beatrice's right buttock just far enough away from the epicentre of stink that was her crack but far enough in to to feel this giant women's full weight on top of him. Beatrice was larger then Gina in every way and Greg could feel it from the crushing. She grinded and shifted in her seat each motion smushing Greg further and further down. Too make matters worse the plane started to begin it's ascension. The force pushed Beatrice further into her seat than before and essentially flattened Greg's entire body under the shear weight of Beatrice's posterior. The plane eventually leveled out and Greg had a slight amount of tension lifted off him but Beatrice was quick to replace that evil with another one.

“This should be sure to keep you warm for your master, little one.” In an instant Greg air supply filled with a stench so common to him it could be considered his exclusive air at this point as Beatrice let out a short SBD. He was flattened, stinking, and surrounded by fart air it seemed like things couldn't get worse for Greg and then Gina came back.

“Those bastards wouldn't let me go back to my seat during take off, don't they know that my Slavey could be anywhere.” Gina pouted before making her way back into her seat.

“Cam down Gina I found your Slavey.” Beatrice slightly moved in her seat to reveal the squashed Greg coughing away the gas around.

“Oh thank the goddesses he's okay.” Gina said as she attempted to pull the plastered Greg out from underneath Beatrice. She only succeeded after Beatrice moved the rest of her weight off Greg. Holding the nearly unconscious Greg in her hands Gina's eyes turned to the women next to her. “I'm sure your familiar with The Goddesses Manifesto and if you are I'm sure you've read the chapter called Two Butts=Twice the Fun.”

“Yes Gina I have and to answer your nest question yes that sounds great. Let's put em between these two beautiful booties after all it's what the Goddesses would want.” Squealing like a school girl Gina put the completely out of it Greg between the two of them. He kept his eyes open long enough to see the two rears fall on either side of him.

The next two and a half hours of airline travel were a blur to Greg like during this whole time he wasn't conscious just going through life on autopilot. It started with the two ladies putting their sizable ends down on him. As expected they grinded and rubbed all they could while each adding there own farts to the mix for good measure. On the suggestion of Beatrice the two ordered nearly all the food the airline provided to give them more gas. The idea worked expertly. Both became gassier than Greg had ever seen a person get. It never really seemed to stop after they finished eating like he was constantly having the rank wind blown on him from one direction or another. He was a flattened man living between two giant women's farting asses and not one thing he did could change that.

They got bored of this eventually and moved Greg to a different task, that of massaging their feet. Gina's feet had always been dirty but Beatrice's looked as if she had never worn socks or shoes her entire life. Beatrice came up with the idea of letting Greg only use his mouth to massage their feet. Too destroyed from all the days torture Greg agreed and just thanked god he wasn't stuffed under an ass anymore. Again at the request of Beatrice more food was sent to them while Greg tired working on four feet at the same time with just his teeth. They felt like the Goddesses they worshiped eating to their heart's content while a lowly slave service their whim. It was the first time Gina thought she may actually be fulfilling the Goddesses wishes. Unfortunately for everyone but Greg things had to stop as they were nearing their destination. When Greg finally found himself free of the any stink he was ironically in the planes lavatory staring up at a grinning Gina.

“Slavey we're about to land. Can you believe it in just a few short hours we'll be in our new home.”

“Whatever.” Was the only response Greg would give.

“I know can I can't wait either hehehe anyway I'm going to have to get you back through security so guess who gets to spend the next five hours in my lovely booty.” Greg didn't even have time to react before Gina grabbed him and forced him up her bowels once more clearly having more experience this time around. She walked out of the lavatory and made her way back to the seat confident that over the coming years she would be doing all she could to fulfill the Goddesses wishes.

PART 3

THUNK THUNK THUNK

Rhythmically the giantess's feet stomped onto the inclined ground. Gina and Beatrice were going on a bit of hike because as it turned out their new home was in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't all bad though Gina got to spend time with her new friend Beatrice, she had the knowledge that she was now following the Goddesses wishes to the tee (according to Beatrice), and of course with every step she took Gina could feel Greg's shrunken body on the sole of her foot crunching like a small chip. Could Greg talk (which was impossible due to the literal foot in his mouth) he might remark on how his life had descended into a hellscape of sweat and stink. This fact was made abundantly clear by the entire weight of Gina's sweaty foot repeatedly pummeling him on this long trek. Speaking of the trek it was nearing it's completion as the trio had made there way to a clearing. With one look at the place the two girls were sure this was the place and to Greg's relief he was taken out of the stuffy boot.

Greg basked in the new found sunlight blinding his eyes just enough so he can barely make out the treeline before him. After a bit he could see once more and found himself staring at would be his new home. There was a small fire pit to the right of him that followed a path up to a outhouse on top of some sort of mound then to the far left of that lied a log cabin that would likely be where he would be living in (though the outhouse was also a distinct possibility at this time). The whole place seemed off even Gina noticed this, for all the talk of it being some Goddess landmark it looked to be a simple cabin home. Greg was much more fearful of it though the whole place gave him the sense of something trying so hard to not look creepy it gives off an even creepier feel. Beatrice and Gina were a little lighter going back to their antics once they got over the place.

“We did it B we're finally here can you believe it!” Gina said rather enthusiastically having gotten over her unease unnaturally quickly.

“Like I said you're doing good following the Goddesses commands but let's see what your little Slavey has to say.” Gina dropped Greg to the ground in front of both of them just so they could both glare down at the tiny man making him feel even more insignificant. It worked. Greg fell silent.

“Well?” Beatrice asked?

“Just......fuck both of you seriously.” The girl's both scoffed.

“Well it's been a long hike and it seems someone is gonna have to soak up all this sweat.” Gina said with a decidedly sinister grin directed at Greg. He looked and saw the towering giantess covered from head to toe and sweat with another equally sweaty giantess right beside her all in the middle of nowhere.The signs were placed in front of Greg they all pointed to one thing: there was no way he was getting out of this. Thus began the next three painful months of Greg's life.

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The first month in the cabin was one of merriment and joy for Beatrice and Gina at least, Greg not so much. Having now been given the luxury of tending to the needs of more than one giantess brought about a lot of changes. No time was this more apparent then the first week of living in the cabin.

True to it's outside the innards of the cabin were quaint and delicate one bedroom, a hallway connecting everything, a kitchen adjacent to the living room, and various closest in virtually ever room. Packing there things up took the entire week as the girls were otherwise preoccupied with the tiny man-slave they were harboring. Like a couple of teens at a slumber party the two grown women reveled in Greg's company even more so with the various humiliations they concocted.

Ideas filled Beatrice's mind resulting in a first week comprised of everything Greg had grown to hate in being small. She came up with the idea of specify sweat over all things for Greg's first week of torture making as many efforts as they could to keep Gina and herself dripping in the disgusting moisture. She of course succeeded and Greg found himself wedged between Beatrice's armpit one minute and sliding down the sweat filled cavern of Gina's swampy crack another minute.

It should come to no surprise that in this time the two women went through a fair number of panties, food, toilet paper (all the essentials) just in the first week and it was soon brought up that perhaps the girls might run out which then led to them ponder how they would get supplies all the way up there in the forest. Thankfully for the girls and unthankfully for Greg a solution emerged seemingly out of nowhere. It seemed Gina's spouting of this place to be brimming with Goddess power was correct. Just when Greg thought he would be free of at least one of these girls like nothing a plethora of panties emerged from one of the closests. From then on out anything the girls would need anything they completely decimated under their asses was given to them the next day. Both the girls again were thrilled by this notion but it did spell disaster for Greg. For example one doesn't have to worry about say brown streaks on clothing, washcloths, bedspreads, etc. The home truly was perfectly tailored for the utter subjection and humiliation of a tiny man as The Goddess Manifesto had said.

Despite all this though there was some inconstancy during the first week. Gina and Beatrice seemed to be on different pages while both dutifully wanted to smash their sweaty rear ends repeatedly on Greg's shrunken form till he was weeping for them to stop Gina found herself still slightly unsure if her action were done in accordance with the Goddesses wanted of her. This led to lots of reading of The Goddess Manifesto and a rather peeved Beatrice coming to a head about a week after there arrival to the cabin where Beatrice confronted Gina about it while Greg (begrudgingly) was giving Beatrice a foot massage.

“Look how bout we just put the book away and you just do what you want to do to Greg.” Beatrice said taking the book away from Gina and throwing it to the floor.

“Well what do yah mean, how will I know if what I'm doing is following the Goddesses will?” Gina questioned.

“Listen it's really easy just realize that if PFFFFFFRRRPPT ahhhhh hang on.” Beatrice grabbed Greg from servicing her feet and jammed the tiny man right into her farty ass. “Sniff that up slave er...Slavey.” Greg's face mashed into her putrid asshole just in time for the recent gas blast to take full affect on Greg followed by a few quick farts ringing out in succession all encompassing Greg's head with it's stink. “Sorry Gina had to let that rip.” Said Beatrice fanning away the smell from her face. “But this is a good example.”

“How do you mean?”

“I'll make it simple just try and focus.” Beatrice jammed her finger into the back of Greg's head hard enough that his entire face was now blocking her asshole. Quickly taking advantage of that Beatrice let loose a large burst of gas all which had nowhere else to go but Greg's face.

PPPFRRPT

Almost now sound was heard with little if any air escaping around Greg instead he was serving as a literal butt plug for the dominating girls gas. "Do you smell that." Beatrice asked Gina with a cocked eyebrow. "Now I don't smell anything." she answered.

"Exactly that's cause butt boy here is taking in all the brunt of that fart think about that. You've seen how much gas this ass packs and all awful wind is flowing right into his tiny little face cause I want it to." Beatrice took Greg out of her rear (after a few more butt blasts) and placed the shrunken man in front of them. “What do you see when you look at him because I see a tiny insignificant creature reeking of my disgusting flatulence who's only real purpose in life is to amuse or pleasure me whenever I desire.”

“Well I don't know about that.” Greg interjected allowing Beatrice to give him a scowl then slam her foot down on top of him with a loud THUD. Greg writhed under her stinking sole desperately trying to push the colossal foot of his frame and failing with each attempt. Above the two giantess's watched the little man's failings till Beatrice gave Gina a sly look.

“Pay attention to this.......you might just learn something.” Beatrice twisted her heel onto Greg mushing him further and further underneath the stinking sole. His body may as well have been flattened into a two dimensional form and still Beatrice wasn't holding back. While still crushing him Beatrice raised her voice enough to be louder than sounds of Greg's screaming (really just squeaking sounds) and the sound of his body getting crushed. “Listen here....Slavey....I don't doubt that you don't much care for being squish under my lovely..." Beatrice lifted up her other foot and gave it a whiff making coughing sound afterwords. "Well maybe not lovely after all I haven't washed them since the hike up here." Greg could tell all this stink and sweat poured onto him with each flex of her foot muscles. "Anyway the point is I'll stop if you promise to worship my lovely Giantess body and do whatever I say forever and ever..... oh and also I want you to say 'Oh lovely Giantess Beatrice please let me be your slave so I may smell every disgusting odor you have to offer me'...........sound fair?” Greg couldn't answer from the literal foot in his mouth but Beatrice was quick to rectify this all while Gina watched tentatively.

“Hang on let me help you out there.” Her foot rose off the crushed and cheesy smelling man then came back down just in the right position so Greg was between her toes which were used to pick up Greg who was in turn face first in the ripe crevice. He was lifted like this and brought up to be placed on Beatrice's large thighs. “Answer.” Beatrice commanded. Greg didn't really have to think long about his answer.

“No fuck you! Why would I ever do that!?”

“Slavey you be nice to Beatrice.” Gina scolded. “No no it's fine Gina this is what I thought would happen.” Suddenly Beatrice grabbed the tiny man with a firm grip and ran out of the cabin a confused Gina following behind. They got outside and Beatrice opened the door to the heavily used outhouse. There she loosened her grip on Greg now holding him just by his arm so he was now dangling in thin air, below him though laid the opening at the bottom of the outside where only darkness and shit existed.

“Beatrice what the hell we might lose him!” Gina said finally seeing Beatrice's plan. “Yeah listen to her.” Greg interjected growing more and more worried with each passing second over the hole. Beatrice listened to neither of them and went along with her plan.

“A full week of sludge from both of these behinds is in that hole and believe me that pile is much bigger than you shrimp and don't think either of us will be helping you out of there.” Greg looked down at the black hole even from up there the awful smell of shit floated up towards him. Beatrice continued. “I want you to really think about that Slavey, think of spending Goddesses know how long trapped waiting for shit to rain down on you and the best part is you'll need to rely on it to get out. You'll have to hope one of us has to take a huge shit, you have to hope for a colossal amount of ass sludge to fall onto you just so it'll fill enough for you to reach the top. Hell I might just drop you know for the fun of it after all I had a big lunch today hehehe.....”

“Stop!” Greg yelled surprising all but Beatrice. “Say it.” Beatrice ordered. With a heavy sigh Greg complied. “Oh lovely Giantess Beatrice please let me be your slave so I may smell every disgusting odor you have to offer me.” Greg hated himself more now than he thought possible. Beatrice nodded and stopped dangling Greg over the outhouse hole.......and instead walked right into the house Gina once more following her behind (literally). When they got in Beatrice found herself a place on the floor and sat cross legged. She then dropped the tiny man behind her so he was now looking forward at her bare butt which was quick to give Greg a formal greeting.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFLLLLLL

“Go inside the crack lick that up and whimper while you do it I wanna hear you suffer.” Against every part of his body telling himself not to Greg did as he was told carefully stepping towards the butt cheeks that towered over him then submerging himself in the awful shit smeared crack. IT was humiliating willfully subjecting himself to some of the worst torment imaginable but he had no choice and was once again greeted by a wet fart.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPRRRRTTTT

He stuck his tongue out licking the awfulness around him making a show of it with loud whimpers and cries. As his mouth filled with the awful taste of this crazy giantess girls shit, sweat, gas, and any other horrible thing that could be imagined all with the knowledge that she was loving every minute of his torment Greg changed his mind, this was the time where he hated himself more than he thought was possible. Still the act worked and Gina was in awe at what Beatrice had just done looking at her Slavey willing doing what someone commanded of him had never happened before. In short she was impressed to say the least.

“You see Gina he is powerless and we are powerful and as long as we make that abundantly clear to him then you're doing right by the Goddesses.........so tell me what do you want to do know.” Beatrice finished this by taking Greg out of her ass and throwing him to the ground in front of Gina. There was a quiet pause as Gina contemplate scenarios in her head before leaning over and whispering something in Beatrice's ear. “Oh that sounds too perfect.”

Greg saw the girls glare down at him with evil smiles fixed onto their faces. All he could do was gulp loudly and pray whatever damage they were about to inflict wouldn't be lasting.

Greg didn't remember much shortly after that just some vague memories of a cardboard tube, toilet paper, and farts wringing at him from every direction. Waking up in said cardboard tube Greg slowly navigated his way out. One end was blocked but thankfully the other end wasn't less thankfully though it led out to a large drop and even less less thankfully that large drop was at the top of the outhouse hole. Greg sleepily walked forward out the tube and fell down for quite some time before hitting the pile of sludge that lay at the bottom.

“Shit!” Greg said unintentionally ironically. “Damn you Beatrice!” He bellowed.

“Oh this was my plan.” Above Greg heard the all too familiar voice of Gina looking down into a literal crap hole where her “Slavey” stood. “It was clever, right Slavey? Making you fall down there right? Oh and hey don't worry about being trapped there after I take care of my morning dump I'll send down some thread and pull you up!”

“No Gina for God's sake let me out of this it reeks down here.”

“Well Slavey I think.....I think....I think.” Gina's look of contemplation turned to one of malice. “I think maybe you'll stay a bit longer . In fact maybe I”ll keep you there for Beatrice's morning dump and maybe we can have Mexican for lunch and see what happens after that.” Gina look was dead serious and for the first time ever Greg was genuinely scared of her.

“Fine I'll try and be a bit nicer maybe.” Greg said trying to play it off as best as one could while standing in a pile of crap larger than themselves.

“Well good. And by the way don't worry this shouldn't take to long. Only an hour or so.” Gina replied with a playful wink leaving Greg gulping as his only light source was eclipsed by a full moon thus sealing all the stink and shit in a closed environment. Gina gave a short toot that before unleashing her rain of shit onto Greg. For the next four hours this would be his life. Then about half an hour after that it was Beatrice's turn then after lunch they both took turns laughing like children at his pain. Greg was not.

After that day the two were practically inseparable.......in there humiliation of Greg that is. For the rest of the month things trudged about at the usual pace, Gina was getting more in tune with her sadistic side while Beatrice remained gleeful with every new twisted humiliation Gina concocted. However just when everything seemed to be going perfectly (for all but Greg) a lost thought wandered back into Beatrice's mind, the task she was asked to complete by the Goddesses that Beatrice had been neglecting for quite some time. Exactly one month since their arrival at the cabin Beatrice informed Gina that she would be leaving in a few days (being sure to break the news during a gassing session so Gina would at least have her spirits up). Obviously Gina was upset but even she agreed that Beatrice should follow the path that had been laid out for her Greg on the other hand was done right joyous all be it maybe a bit overly joyous, enough so that Gina thought up a plan to put Greg in the place he was always destined to be and simultaneously show that how much Beatrice had helped her with Greg. On the morning Beatrice was to leave she revealed her scheme.

The idea was beautiful in it's awfulness with such a sadistic yet simple notion: Gina cut a hole right in the centre of the back of a pair of panties, sewed a small thread into the waist band, have that thread dangle just far enough so it was right near the pantie hole, then for the finishing touch tie Greg to the thread by his hands so he would hang at her backside with no chance of escape. The day before she tested it out to great effect with each step Gina took Greg was pummeled into the bare ass from the shaking and with each burst of flatulence Greg would be blasted away from the rancid smell than swing back down and get wedged right back in her freshly farted crack. To have Greg hanging right at her ass's doorstep permanently was sublime and best of all she wouldn't have to worry or really do anything she could have comfort in the knowledge that the tiny Greg would forever remain behind her. When Gina revealed the contraption just before Beatrice's departure she was impressed to say the least.

“Oh my Goddesses Gina I am just...just so proud of you.” Beatrice said embracing her in a hug. Gina's movements sending Greg hurtling into her ass crack.

“Ooooooo hang on I think Slavey should say bye to you too. Let me just get him out of his swampy prison hehehe.” Gina said as she clenched out a very wet and very loud fart.

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Beatrice looked at the little man swinging right next to a giant end and smiled extremely heart warming smile. Greg looked up and saw this smile and immediately gave her the middle finger. Beatrice in turn countered this gesture by shoving Greg back into Gina's ass with her middle finger. He was rammed so far he may as well have been frenching Gina's asshole at one point. Gina gave Beatrice a confused look and then PFFFSSSSHHH let out a squeaky fart that was mostly absorbed by the man in her ass. The two broke out into laughter. Greg found it less amusing.

“Hehehehehehe......I've taught you well Gina, seeing you with that little imp hanging below your ass just warms my heart.” Beatrice said in a tone completely absent from what she was saying

“Thanks B you've really help me and I just want you to know that.”

“Oh stop Gina you're gonna make me all emotional and hey! You did what was in you all along, that power to subject a shrunken man to your nasty ass gas until he is submitting to your whims was always withing you.” Greg faintly heard this little speech and wanted to puke (though that may have been from the rancid ass gas lingering on his face). Greg's head remained up a girls anus while the girls had a pep talk on further situations that would probably involve being rammed into parts of this girl's body. He seethed with anger while they had there final chat none of it interesting enough and most of it barely audible save for the thunderous laugh that would follow one of Gina's thunderous blasts.

Eventually Greg was pulled out a glamour that was short lived once he saw yet another ass fill his vision and approaching quickly. Yes as one final goodbye Gina and Beatrice gave Greg an ass sandwich with him serving as the meat. Roasted of course between two steaming and swampy asses for about three minutes then grinded with some light twerking for three more minutes (carefully being heated with the occasional fart). Eventually that was over yet the girls still seemed to not want to part instead spit balling potential last minute “activities” with Greg. Greg thought of speaking up maybe try to get Beatrice to leave but funny enough it was soon Beatrice herself who made that call.

“Look as much as I would love to cram Slavey into some sweaty crevice or dance barefoot on his naked body but.....I really gotta go.....sorry Gina but you know......goodbye.” Beatrice said grabbing her stuff and turning off to the woods. Leaving Gina to only repeat Beatrice last line. “Goodbye.” And wave hoping that maybe Beatrice would look back. She didn't. The whole thing would have even been considered dramatic without context and Greg murmuring obscenities under his breath.

“I'm gonna miss her.....” Gina stared off in the direction Beatrice left fixating only on that for nearly minutes, Greg even swore he saw tears forming under her eyes. “Welp doesn't change much for your life does it...say what do you think about sleeping in the outhouse tonight I could drop you down there and then maybe find some rope and pull you out in the morning....you know if I'm feeling like doing that. Of course alternatively I could be feeling like I need to take a monster crap but you know it all depends on what I want doesn't it Slavey?”

And with that last humiliating prong at the fiber of his very being Greg made a choice then and there a choice that would prove invaluable in his eventual freedom from the crazed Gina. With a smile and a chipper demeanor Greg responded with. “Of course! After all I only live to serve the whims of my Goddess Gina!”

PART 3.5

“SLAVEEEEEEYYYYY! YOU ALMOST DONE!” Greg heard his captor call from the other room. He was putting the finishing touches on Gina's third dinner of the night (Gina found herself binge eating more since Beatrice left) a grueling task for a five inch tall man. Still Greg went on and did as he was commanded like he had been doing for the last two months of his life. Yes Greg had indeed succumbed to the tortuous demands his giantess mistress requested of him and fully embraced his position as “Slavey”.....at least that's what Gina was led to believe. For Greg though the whole thing was an act he had been orchestrating for the last two months, an act that required an immeasurable amount of patience and fortitude both of which Greg was losing rather quickly. Lucky for him though the act was nearing it's conclusion at least as he planned it, sure things had taken quite a bit longer than he originally figured but that was in the past all that mattered to Greg now was the next few hours that would lead to his freedom. For now though he needed to make some chili. He dropped the chives into the pot and stirred thinking back on all that had got him here and all that would be gone.

Gina had learned ruthlessness from Beatrice a skill Gina became extremely proficient in extremely fast. Gone were the days where Gina would look into The Goddess Manifesto before making a choice. If she wanted something she was gonna get it and Greg would be the one to give it to her no questions asked. A much darker side of the ditsy girl grew leaving Greg to change his former position of sarcasm and cursing. He knew this girl would either kill him accidentally or on purpose if he didn't change, so Greg decide to play along with this darker Gina. The whole act started out as just a way to make life easier after all Gina wasn't what one would call a deep thinker meaning if her “pet” gave her what she wanted she wouldn't be cruel to the pet. This was the original idea and it did not work as expected (at first). Instead of being lighter on her shrunken man Gina thought the new Greg was fully on board with her humiliating hobbies. Hanging at her end was where Greg remained all day only being taken off to clean, cook, do laundry, and sleep. Speaking of sleep Greg now had the unfortunate luck of doing that at the bottom of the outhouse only being awoken by a rain of shit and piss from above followed by being pulled out and starting a new hellish day. Life became hard, harder than it had been for Greg yet he still continued the act knowing one day he would get his chance one day he would get his opening and thus one week earlier Gina accidentally fell backwards into the outhouse and toppled it over. That should both give you a good idea on her new size and her old obliviousness. Greg's bed was destroyed so now he would need a new one. From that point on Greg's true plan began.

“SLAVEEEEEY! I'M HUNGRY!” Gina yelled pulling Greg out of his flashback.

“Ummm.....JUST ANOTHER MINUTE MY LOVELY GODDESS!” Greg yelled back hating the words coming out of him. The chili did need another minute or so giving Greg plenty of time to finish his reminiscing.

The first couple days Gina tried to salvage the outhouse by which I mean got Greg to try and salvage the outhouse while she sat in a lawn chair occasionally asking Greg to come over when she had to fart. Despite these exemplary working conditions Greg was indeed not able to salvage the outhouse (not that he was really trying) meaning Gina would need to find him new sleeping arrangements. Her first thought was rather obvious, keep Greg inside, tied, and hanging right next to her asscrack like he was all day then at night he spends his time deep within her butt cheeks soaking in sweat and gas while she blissfully slept in her bed. Gina liked this plan, Greg not so much. However this was exactly what Greg (begrudgingly) hoped for because as he had found out during a particularly raunchy gassing session that ended in him flying of the thread that held him dangling in front of the colossal ass, that breaking said thread was pretty easy. It only required a substantial amount of wind power. Thankfully Gina currently yielded an overabundance of that power. Greg sought out other ways to do this but could find none and came to the conclusion that whatever he would be subjected to would be worth it if it meant his freedom. The first step of the plan was emerging but Greg knew it wouldn't be enough he still needed to get out of the bedroom and find a way to grow himself back to regular height. As it turned out the only way to do this was to make sure Gina absolutely destroyed as many bras and panties as inhumanly possible.

“I SWEAR TO GODDESSES!” Gina burst into the room seeing Greg lulling over the pot in his daydream. He looked back and saw Gina or rather the fat slob Gina had now become. With the house's mysterious capability to give the occupant whatever she wanted meant Gina was getting all she pleased and more. If she needed something it would be in a closet or cupboard, a notion that both terrified and intrigued Greg. She demanded larger and more gas inducing food for ever meal and Greg was forced to oblige leaving the large fat mass in front of him the byproduct. Stains were everywhere on the tank top she was wearing, sweat gleamed all across her skin, Gina now even packed a much larger gut, and of course her already bulbous backside had nearly tripled in size over the past two months. That area was where the most stains were. Every point of her appearance made it seem like Gina should have cartoon stink lines floating above her head. To Greg this was perfect though, all the work he had put in on her had taken shape beautifully.

“It's done, it's done, it's done! You'll love it I promise.” Greg stammered pulling the pot as best he could over to Gina. She stuck one finger in and licked off the chili on her finger before nodding to Greg. Gina brought both the pot (which clearly should never serve one person) and Greg putting both on the table but only stuffing her face with the former. Greg thought this might be an opportunity for an impromptu flashback but Gina it seemed was not done with him just yet.

“Oh yeah I forgot about your dinner.” Gina reached back into her panties and pulled out a very beaten and brown piece of bread before throwing it to Greg. He looked down at the crumb (which was nearly half his size), it was soaked with sweat, the area surrounding it being damp just from proximity. This was the best food Greg got though (you don't wanna know the worst) so he picked it up and began to chew.

“Wait!” Gina yelled looking up from chili bowl stuffing. Fast as could be she grabbed the crumb out of the tiny man's hands and dropped it to the seat of her chair then taking her place on top of it. With a loud exasperated moan Gina let out a short five second fart.

PFRRRRPPPPTTT

“Awwwww.....hang on let it sit with it for a sec.” Gina said while etching her ass further and further into the chair like she was trying to rub the stink into the food. Greg could only sit awkwardly watching a giant woman “prepare” his food which once more gave a brief pause for contemplation.

During the formation of his plan last week Greg found out that he had inadvertently created another means to his escape. With Gina's new found weight gain and love for food two things were bound to happen at night; either she had a midnight snack or she had to take a crap which she now simply did on top of the rubble where the outhouse once stood. This gave Greg a way out of the room but it still didn't get him close to his ultimate goal: The Goddess Manifesto. Greg remembered how Gina had used the book to shrink him and how much information it had on all this absurdity surely it had something in it that would grow him to normal size. Gina had thrown it on top of a dresser one day and forgot about it, since then the floor right next to the dresser had been used for storing all the dirty underwear, bras, shirts, shorts, anything she could wear that had become absolutely destroyed from sweat, gas, shit, or (as often was the case) all three. The pile was close to reaching the top of the dresser but not enough for Greg to make the climb. There was simply not nearly enough discarded clothes to make it to the top leaving Greg with four days to get Gina to obliterate nearly every outfit she owned then have the house replace them (whatever she needed she got after all) then get them to be destroyed again. No easy task but Greg found a solution, a solution he would have preferred to not have found.

“Alright here yah go.” Gina flung the soggy, flat, fart filled crumb of bread right to Greg. Contrary to it's description it was in fact appetizing to look at but with Gina eye's hawk eyes glaring at him from above Greg didn't really have a choice but to bite it. As the tainted morsels traveled down his esophagus Greg was close to hurling.

“How is it?”

“Pungent as always.” Answered Greg with a smile and a stifling of a cough.

“Well in that case I'll save em' all for tonight....hehehe don't expect to be getting any sleep tonight Slavey!”

“Why...um...sleep when I can just inhale the most heavenly air on earth.” Greg wanted to gag at his own words and very nearly did.

“Awwww that's so sweet....here.” Gina lifted both of her feet up onto the table positioning them so they were on either side of Greg. “Massage my feet as a reward for being so good today.” The two soles both stood taller than Greg pushed forward and smashed into him while Gina's laugh was heard from on high. They moved a bit back (still trapping him between the two feet) allowing Greg to caress the putrid feet. The fumes of foot odour were all around Greg leaving him with one final chance to look over his plan......while also massaging two giant feet.

About three days earlier Greg found laxatives in one of the cupboards which obviously had been sent for some humiliating display sometime later. Understandably Greg at first was going to throw it out. He then thought for a moment, he thought of the advantages of keeping this were and the more Greg thought the more the final steps of his plan were put into motion. For every single meal Greg prepared for Gina he would slip in a bit of the laxatives which in turn would get Gina to wreck her panties. The part Greg wasn't so much of a fan of was that in all likelihood Greg would be right next to those panties when it happened. Needless to say the next three days were very brown for Greg. Just to be sure though Greg went a bit further by getting Gina to put herself in the most sweaty environments all under the guise of being a good slave. He hoped this would at least give him some extra dirty clothes on the pile and if not it would at least distract Gina from the plan he had been forming. In the end it was all worth it for Greg had indeed got Gina to wreck enough panties to just make a mountain of filthy clothes to the top albeit a rather brown mountain. As a final contingency measure Greg dosed the chili Gina was eating with the rest of the laxatives just to be sure she would wake up and get him out of the room. Which brings us back to tonight where Greg stood between the two giant soles massaging as best he could and kissing the occasionally toe or breathing deeply when Gina commanded.

His plan was presented to him so clear. Wait until Gina goes to sleep, allow her nightly ass emissions to blow him off the thread that held him, escape out of her ass, wait until the laxative kicks in and she opens the door (she'll be too sleepy to realize Greg is even gone plus he can't get through the door without her), then follow closely behind to get through the door, followed by climbing the rancid pile of unmentionables to The Goddess Manifesto. From that point on he'll have until morning to look through the book and figure out a way to grow himself back. If he couldn't find anything then out into the wilderness Greg would travel leaving all this behind. He thought it all over and marveled at it's perfection. “Come tomorrow I'll be a free man.” He thought.

*GROAN*

“Oh.....I'm not feeling to good.....I....I think it's time for bed.” Gina said as her belly grumbling knocked Greg back into reality. “Umm that means.....” Gina responded with a slight glare, a lift of here thigh, and a finger pointing to her large rear end.

“Oh yah right.” Greg squeezed himself out from the confines of Gina's feet and traveled up here leg to the seat cushion. It still harbored an awful lingering scent but that was to be expected at this point. Hanging just was the thread, Greg climbed up and tied his hands into it becoming the willing participated in his own humiliation. Gina looked back and saw Greg was firmly tied to the thread.

“And for a final good night treat before bed.” Gina cooed.

BRAAAAFFFPPPPT

As the foul winds blew onto him once more filling his whole world with a smell more rancid than any average man had ever had the unfortunate luck of smelling. For Greg though this was his entire life....but not for long. So when a further torrent of flatulence fell before him Greg could now only smile. For within twelve hours Greg would be a relatively free man.

PART 4

Ten minutes had only gone by before Greg seriously started to reconsider some aspects of his grand escape plan. The three pots of chili coupled with the laxatives he dosed Gina with were combining into an unholy mixture blasting Greg at every opportunity. Problem was despite the furiousity of the flatulence pelting him every other second Greg found the thread that he hanged from coming nowhere closer to breaking. This was especially humiliating as he himself was the one who tied the thread around his arms and was the reason for the fart pelting. The thought occurred to Greg that perhaps he could have found a better solution to subjecting himself to this awfulness.

BRRRRPSHHHSHSHSHSHHSHSHHHPPPPTTTT

Which now became moot point.

“Oh......oh Slavey....if.....if you need more.....then.....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ PRRFFPFPPPTT.” Gina casually mumbled through her sleep offering Greg little comfort in the execution of his plan. That most recent fart enveloped the air around him, replacing it with noxious ass gas. The foul winds blew more and more frequently and Greg became no more closer to freedom just closer to losing all sense of smell or perhaps being submerged in shit. Gina however had other plans for the five inch tall man.

“Slavey....” Gina said in a much more conscious tone. “You're supposed to be covering up my gas. I still smell it....................................the fuck?!” Greg would have answered had a butt trumpet not filled his mouth with fart air at the time.

BRRRRFFFPFPPTTT

“Oh fuuuuuuck that's awful.......Whatever I'll just make you a fart plug tonight.” With no regard for Greg's well being whatsoever Gina ripped Greg off the thread then pushed him face first into her asshole. Jamming her pinky as far as possible into Greg, Gina made sure to be....thorough in her placement of Greg's face which meant there were quite a few moments of Greg facing being forced in and out of Gina's anus. When she was done Greg once again assessed the situation. Sure his face was now completely inside Gina's anal cavity but on the other hand he was no longer tied to anything. This little victory was very quickly undercut with another fart blowing directly into Greg's face. Very little of the tainted air whistled around his head, the rest was inhaled by Greg.

“Aww that's so much bet.......ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.” Gina already had fallen asleep before she finished her point leaving Greg submerged in an asshole. His brilliant escape plan was off to a rocky start. From that point it didn't get much better with the next hour Greg remained feeling fart after fart assault his nostrils with it's hellish arouma.

Then he heard it.

A groan so loud Greg thought it might turn him death. It may have just been becasue have his face was submerged in an anus but the groan rang reverberate all around him. Still nothing brought him more fear than what Gina mumbled shortly after.

“Oh fuck this is gonna be riiiiiiiiiiiiiiipe.” She clenched her butt cheeks sealing any chance of escape both from Greg or her ass gas. Greg struggled but all the pressure kept him in place leaving him no other recourse but to stare forward and brace for impact from a tidal wave of gas.

BRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPFPPFPFPRRRPTPPPTPTPTPTPTPTPSHSHSHHSHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

It was huge, it was boisterous, it was like thunder raining from on high, and it finally sent Greg out of the ass and off to the side of the bed. Right when his body hit the mattress and he knew it was free Greg got up and begin to run. All this running would be for not however as Gina even in her unconscious state could still hold power over this tiny man. She moved to sleep on her back and as such her rear fell down onto the bed just managing to trap Greg under her right butt cheek. Only his arm was spared desperately clawing at the sheets for a freedom that Greg had no control over.

No Greg's freedom relied on the sleeping patterns of a giantess with a history of fidgety sleeping and a love of butt crushing. His future looked bleak and it didn't help with Gina's ass routinely falling on and off Greg's body with irregularity. Within seconds Greg was promoted from fart plug to ass cushion/ass toy/thing to be crushed under titanic ass cheeks but lucky for him another promotion was fast approaching.

“Slavey are you sure.....fine another bowl of chili....here's your share.”

“Oh for fucks sake!” Greg yelled (which basically sounded like muffles from underneath Gina's butt) while more and more farts took over the very little air he had left. “THAT'S FUCKING IT!” Greg muffle yelled once more finally taking all his strength and pulling with all his might to free himself from this hell. Instead of that happening though Gina just sat back down on Greg with her full weight and farted once more.

PRRRRFFFPPPTTT

“Fuck it.” Greg said resolving himself to simply sit and wait in his torture till it ended. After all nothing else seemed to be working. About another hour later with Gina systematically landing her ass onto Greg knocking the wind out of him (supplying her own wind shortly there after) Greg began to grow doubtful his new plan was working (not that the last one did either) Thankfully Gina gave Greg some unintentional help.

*GROOOOOOOOOOANN*

“Oh shit.” Gina's voice echoed through the room clear and conscious. Greg might have worried he'd be caught had his lower body trapped under a million pounds of ass. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”

Gina jumped off the bed sending Greg bouncing off the mattress and onto the bedroom floor. He dusted himself off and was given just enough time to reason that the laxative had taken affect thus waking up Gina.”Well at least I'm not under an ass anymore.” Greg said cherishing that at least part of his plan was working. However perhaps his pride was a little premature as Greg was standing right in Gina's path to the door. Gina didn't even notice him standing there much too busy clutching her butt cheeks and manically striding to the door. This meant she was unaware that during this time she stepped on Greg with her right foot.

Gina stomped through the cabin mashing Greg into a fine paste under a foot twice as big as Greg's entire body. Along with this the crushing etched Gina's foot stench further into his sinuses. Foot sweat poured onto him at an incredible pace covering Greg in the moist stink. For what seemed like forever Greg was plastered to the Giantess foot until finally he fell off and for the first time in his life Greg got lucky. He fell of right in front of the pile of dirty clothes, Greg could even see The Goddess Manifesto laying at the top of the CUPBOARD. At least now all Greg would have to do is climb a pile of disgusting sweat, shit, and fart stained clothes. He no longer felt so lucky.

For three hours Greg strived his way to the top spectacularly failing at every opportunity. The first problem was just trying to find footing anywhere. Each step he took would fall through the pile which in turn would cause him to fall further into the centre of the reeking pile. After that he would have to spend time climbing through a wall of fart cloth until he could get some fresh-ish air and try again. It turned out that the best way to avoid falling through the pile as it turned out was to walk directly through the various skid marked articles of clothing. Greg climbed through bra's that had turned yellow from sweat, socks that radiated a horrible cheesy stench around the immediate area surrounding it, and of course several fart filled panties. The trek was endless,with each putrid cloth he overcame another would be in front of him. By the time he got to the top Greg seriously thought his nose would fall off. Covered in sweat and reeking of farts Greg simply walked forward to the book content that his salvation was finally placed right in front of him. Just then Gina walked in clutching her dripping brown panties in her hand. Greg froze in fear not being able to make a breath.

“Aww that was a good dump........*whiff*....maybe a little too good.” Gina casually tossed her (formerly white) brown panties off and onto the dirty clothes pile completely oblivious to Greg. “I'll get them in the morning....... which I guess means Greg's sleeping here tonight....hmmm maybe this could be his new bed.” Gina said before walking out of the room allowing Greg to breath once more (even if the air did still indeed reek).

For the rest of the night Greg sat there flipping through every page he could find looking for something, anything that could get him his size back. All he found was several unique ways of humiliating a man (tiny or otherwise) with gross parts of the female body plus some preaching about the Goddesses. However just when it seemed all hope was lost Greg spotted out of the corner of his eyes a small piece of paper sticking out from the margin of the book. He pulled it out and saw the small scrap had writing on it. It read “Goddess Summoning Chants. To summon Goddess and use their gift simply say the three words corresponding to each Goddess.” Greg was ecstatic but unsure. Would this really even be anything, were these Goddesses even real, and if they were would they even help him? These questions flew through his mind until ultimately Greg realized he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter at this point. The paper would be his only chance at growing big once more. Which is why when Greg accidentally dropped it off the edge five seconds later only for the scrap of paper to daintily float to the bottom of the pile until it landed on the back end of Gina's most recent skid marked panties to the dirty clothes pile Greg had only one thing to say.

“OH COME ON!”

Once more Greg traversed the mountain of cotton waste though this time the trip was far easier. Mainly because all he really had to do was fall forward and the fart stained panties, funky smelling socks, and sweat dripping bras would break his fall. Several times they broke his fall as a matter of fact causing quite a few occasions of Greg having to rip himself off when putrid garment only to fall and rip himself off another. The pattern continued for some time until finally Greg fell onto the last putrid garment only this one was decidedly.....wetter than the others. Greg found himself mushed into small pile of Gina's waste. He tore himself off the wet panties and wiped as much of the shit off his face as he could. Now sporting a brown face and reeking of shit Greg with all his last strength walked forward grabbing his last hope. Holding the paper in his hand Greg needed now only look down, read the words to finally be free of this hell and there would be nothing, no ill conceived Deus Ex Machina was going to stop him. Then Gina walked in.

“Morning Slavey!” She said. Greg stood there flabbergasted, had it really become morning already had he wasted all his time. “I knew you would wait for me there till morning. You're such a good Slavey!” Evidently he had. She grabbed her sloppy pair of panties and pulled them back on leaving Greg exactly where he started 12 hours ago. “Fuck me.” Greg thought as Gina sat down smushing him more and more down into the mushy wet shit that lined her panties. It was too dark to see the paper and with Gina sitting down (and getting comfortable in her seat) meant Greg dropped it, thus losing his only hope at freedom. For a while Gina sat there letting out some dainty farts or grinding Greg into paste under the might of her ass.

“Well that was fun but I'm hungry now.” Gina grabbed Greg from out of her panties and placed the defeated man in front of her. “Go make me some food......I'm thinking breakfast burrito and then maybe afterwords we can talk about your new sleeping arrangements.” Gina said with a glow. She had completely destroyed all hopes of Greg's freedom and she didn't even know it. Broken was what Greg had become, so with no other options he finally submitted. “Okay....I'll get right on it.” Greg made his walk of shame to the kitchen dreading whatever hell his cooking would release upon himself.

“Hey what's this?” Gina questioned making Greg turn around to look at her. In her hands was the Goddess summoning paper. “This was in my panties you have any idea what it is?” Gina directed to Greg whose heart stopped. He had to choose his words carefully a giant women held his salvation in her hand. He needed to be careful.

“I don't know let me see.” Gina handed it to him without a second thought. Likewise Greg blurted out the words on the paper without one thought (a difficult task itself as the paper was now shit stained and dripping with sweat). “Extend, Expansion, Enlargement!”

Instantly the cabin began to shake, the room filled with smoke, and a darken glow filled every corner of Greg's eyesight. “Oh you idiot! What did you do?!” Gina lurched forward and grabbed the tiny man in her hands gripping him enough that it looked like his eyes might pop out. “The Goddesses are not to be summoned!........Oh damn it, damn it, damn it.....” Gina continued like this for a while panicking and pacing back and forth while the smoke began to take a more feminine shape. Greg looked and saw what was happening, the body of a giant amazon women had formed from the smoke. Finally Gina stopped her panicking and look forward at the fully formed Goddess of Growth floating right there in the kitchen.

“BEHOLD MERE MORTALS GAZE UPON THE GLORY OF THE GODDESS OF GROWTH, COWER IN..................oh fuck not you.” The Goddess said upon getting a good look of Gina.

“What do you mean my fair Goddess?” Gina asked, adding an a little bit of false flattery just for good measure. Meanwhile Greg was paralyzed with fear thinking “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit Goddesses are real, I'm probably gonna die!” Growth on the other hand was growing more and more annoyed at the pair in front of them.

“Since you we're given our gift we have directly informed you not to contact us again!” Growth said followed by mumbling under her breath. “You annoying little mortal girl.”

“No it was my Slavey who did it dear Goddess he was the one who......”

“You let him look at the book! For fucks sake why did Shrink give you anything.” Growth said growing more and more peeved.

“Well only.....a few times....and I did show him to another girl but...that was....” Growth once again cut off Gina's speech in a great anger.

“That' fucking it. SHRIIIIINK!” Another much smaller fairy looking girl materialized right next to Growth sporting the same glow around her. “What do you wan..” The Goddess stopped mid sentence when she saw Gina and her small boy toy gazing up at the two Goddesses. “Okay look I know what you're gonna say but you should know that..............” Everyone stared at the tiny girl expecting some grand revelation of Gina's past. Instead the anxious Goddess simply said. “Yeah I made a mistake........she wouldn't leave me alone until I gave her the gift!”

“So are you going to fix this mess!” Growth barked back at her tiny sister while Gina couldn't help but feel a little insulted. So dropping Greg on the table she prepared to face off against two godlike beings.

“HEY!” She screamed cutting through the two sisters arguing. “I gave my life to your ways and this is what you repay me with, taking all I have to live for away! I tried so hard to follow your paths and yet you wanna take all it away.” Gina looked down to the floor before staring back up at the Goddesses confidently. “You assholes took Beatrice so.....so...so I don't care how powerful you are....cause you are not taking away my Slavey and if you want to you'll have to...”

“Oh enough of this.” In the blink of an eye a third Goddess appeared from nowhere her finger poking Gina in the forehead. In the next blink there was no Gina only a small pair of sneakers on the floor. “See what would you two do without your sis.” The Goddess said to the other two.

“Yeah good job Transformation now instead of some crazy zealot we have some shoes.” Said Shrink.

“Didn't see you coming up with anything better. Besides we can just erase her memory and send her off to the loony bin or something.” Transformation said with a scoff.

“We're still not done here though.” Growth said her eyes darting to the tiny man trying (and failing) to sneak away from the three omnipotent beings. Growth grabbed the man and brought him up to her face. “I regret to inform you mortal man that you know far too much for your own good. In conclusion you will have to be obliterated......or become a lifelong slave.”

“We have enough slaves already.” Transformation reminded her sister.

“Oh come on!” Greg yelled showing an anger not even he thought he was capable of. “I just heard a fucking girl screaming one night! I didn't ask to be fucking kidnapped, and fucking read a magic book and fucking sent to the woods, and fucking live in an outhouse, and deal with two fucking giantess's, and a fucking magic cabin, and have fucking Goddesses trying to murder me!” Greg stopped for a short breath than continued. “I don't fucking care about any of this just send me the fuck home for the love of fuck........please.” Silence filled the room with no one not even Greg really able to process what just happened. The silence broke with clapping coming from none other than the Goddess of Shrinking. “I like this one...we should keep him.” She said.

“Are you kidding sister, that vile tongue he has we should kill him or send him to Beatrice!” Growth said making Greg step back at the sound of his other tormentress's name.

“As always it looks like I will solve this. The brave one will have a special future.” Interjected Transformation who was soon whispering in her sister's ears to their collective approval. “Well my little bold butt plug I have good news. You're not gonna die and we're gonna give you your freedom!” Transformation said in a rather celebratory manner which gave Greg at least some hope that he wasn't gonna be fucked over. “Instead we're going to erase your memory of all that happened, keep you five inches tall, and I don't I guess you'd call it a curse....or something.” Transformation looked at her sisters for confirmation and found none. “Whatever point is we're gonna make it so about 99% of girls (cause 100% is just too cruel) who meet you will enact our will unto you.” Greg gave the Goddess a confused face. “Oh err... that means they are gonna either purposefully or accidentally make your life a living hell......often with their ass......and farts. Also before you start questioning how we can do this remember we're supreme powerful beings of as yet unspecified power!” With Transformation's plan finished Greg broke down to his most comfortable resolve. Apathy.

“Whatever.” He said. “Just do it.” At least now he would be free from his prison (although some might say only to now exist in a bigger prison) and hey they only said virtually every girl would torment him. Maybe he could find one out there as a shrunken man. That was Greg's last comforting thought before The Goddesses each touched his head turning his memory, his mind, and his world to black.

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Greg awoke twenty four hours later in a hospital bed having no idea of why he was five inch's tall, what Gina had done to him, or who the Goddesses were. The nurse told him Greg was found outside the hospital about seven hours earlier. Apparently the hospital's staff found Gina tied by her hands and legs to a wheel chair with Greg laying on her lap holding a piece of paper that simply read “Save me.” They unbound Gina only for her to immediately grab the unconscious little man and attempt to run off with him yelling about how “Now one was going to take my Slavey!” or how “The Goddesses have left me in ruin!” She was detained and Greg was brought to intensive care. People found out of course and they had quite a few questions making Greg's brief week at the hospital feel like a blur. It didn't matter what they asked Greg could give no answers simply stating he was captured and then he broke out. Through all that crazyness there was one constant that kept him grounded, one thing that manged to rip him out from all the insanity. That was his nurse Jil Wagler, the girl who would one day be his wife. They spoke often about what the future would hold and how Greg could continue to go on at his size. Greg still recalls one thing Jil had told him during that week. Something that would keep him going for years to come.

“I know things probably look bad now but think about it this way, Greg. The worst has already happened so from now on tiny life can only get better. And if it doesn't I'll make sure it is.” Despite that every single moment of his life from then on proving the opposite (even during that week Jil had already accidentally sat on him) Greg still took great comfort in that little beacon of hope. He would hold onto that his entire mess of an existence.