A Morning Surprise with Dork
As I lay in bed, my eyes slowly opened to the morning light filtering through the blinds. My mind was still fuzzy from the night's sleep, but something felt off. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the fogginess. That's when I felt it - a persistent fluttering sensation in my ass crack.
It took me a moment to realize what it was. The dork! He had somehow gotten stuck in my butt crack again! A chuckle escaped my lips as I remembered how he must have felt waking up to my loud ass farts. I couldn't help but laugh at the image of him, trapped inside my body, trying to navigate his way out.
I reached down and felt the soft skin of my ass cheeks, searching for any sign of the tiny figure. To my surprise, he was still there, curled up in the crease between my cheeks. I gently pinched the skin, causing him to let out a tiny yelp.
"Hey there, little dude," I whispered, amused by his plight. "Did I wake you up with my stinky farts again?"
The dork didn't respond, but I could feel him squirming in my grasp. I couldn't help but find this whole situation hilarious. Here I was, a grown woman, with a tiny man trapped in my ass crack. It was like a twisted form of possessiveness.
I continued to play with the dork, tickling him between my fingers. His tiny body shivered in response, and I couldn't help but giggle. I knew that somewhere out there, the real Dork was probably freaking out, wondering what was happening to him.
After a while, I finally managed to free the dork from my ass crack. He emerged looking disheveled and scared, but also somewhat relieved. I smiled down at him, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie. We had shared an intimate experience, one that few people could ever understand.
"There you are, little guy," I said, brushing his tousled hair away from his face. "Time to get you back to your own body."
I picked him up between two fingers and carried him over to my computer. I gently placed him on the keyboard, and to my surprise, he began to grow. His once-tiny form expanded rapidly until he was once again the familiar Dork, albeit a bit disoriented.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked, rubbing his head.
I just laughed and shook my head. "You're the one who kept getting stuck in my ass crack, remember?"
He glared at me, clearly not amused. "Yeah, well, that was pretty fucked up even for you."
I shrugged nonchalantly. "I know, right? But it sure was funny."
I stood up and stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my bones from a long night's sleep. "Anyway, you're free to go now. Make sure you tell your friends about your latest adventure."
Dork nodded, still looking a bit shaken up. "I'll be sure to do that. Thanks for the... experience."
"Anytime, Dork," I replied with a wink. "Just remember - don't get too close to my ass crack from now on."
With that, he disappeared in a flash of light, and I was once again alone in my cozy bedroom. As I walked over to the coffee maker, I couldn't help but grin at the memory of the tiny dork stuck in my ass crack. It was just another day in the life of Mistress Stormy and her little friends.
