Shrunken Cleaner's Asphyxiation Experience
Remaining lines: As the tiny cleaner waited anxiously for the ass cleaning session to begin, mistress Starling smiled cruelly and activated the shrink ray device. With a flash of bright light, the cleaner was reduced to the size of a small insect, his once-normal clothes now draped over his shrunken form.
"Do you like being small, cleaner?" Starling asked mockingly, her ass cheeks glistening with sweat in front of him. "Because that's how you're going to be spending the rest of your pathetic existence."
Her words sent chills down the tiny cleaner's spine as she lowered herself onto a stool, spreading her legs wide and presenting her tight, sweaty asshole to him. "Go on, tiny one," she commanded. "Lick my asshole clean."
With trembling hands, the shrunken cleaner took hold of his equipment belt and began unbuckling it, preparing for his new role as an ass-licking fart catcher. His face contorted in disgust as the first whiff of sweat hit his nostrils, but he knew better than to resist his mistress's orders.
Slowly, methodically, he began to lick at her asshole, using his tongue to remove every last trace of dirt and sweat. He could feel his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, but he forced himself to continue, desperate for even the smallest glimpse of fresh air.
As he licked, mistress Starling took pleasure in watching his diminutive form struggle under her control. She leaned forward, grinding her hips against his face and relishing the sensation of his hot tongue against her cool skin. "That's it, cleaner," she purred. "Show me how much you love to breathe in my ass air."
Minute after agonizing minute passed, with the tiny cleaner's lungs screaming for air. But just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, mistress Starling released a long, slow fart into the air. The foul odor filled his nostrils, causing him to gag reflexively, but he forced himself to inhale deeply.
The rush of oxygen was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It coursed through his veins, reviving him and giving him new strength. He looked up at mistress Starling, his eyes full of gratitude and submission.
"That's a good fart sucker," she said, smiling cruelly. "You're going to be like this for a while, so you better get used to breathing in my asshole air."
And with that, she settled into her chair, content to let the tiny cleaner serve his purpose until she was ready for him again.
