Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - My Tiny Boyfriend's New Life in the Fart Jar

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Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - My Tiny Boyfriend's New Life in the Fart Jar

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A New Beginning in the Fart Jar

Awakening to the Dream World

I opened my eyes to find myself in a hazy state, still caught up in the vivid dream from last night. As the images from my slumber started to fade away, I realized that something was amiss. Glancing around my room, I noticed Kitten was nowhere to be seen. The bed was empty, and the sheets were cold.

A Tiny Surprise

My heart raced as I remembered the strange dream I had just experienced. In it, Kitten had been shrunken down to the size of my pinky finger, and I couldn't find him anywhere. Suddenly, a strange itching sensation caught my attention. Reaching behind me, I felt something hard and tiny pressed against my ass cheek.

A Newfound Desire

As I carefully parted my cheeks, a wave of excitement coursed through my veins. There he was, tiny Kitten, trapped in the crevice of my ass! His tiny body trembled as he gazed up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Despite his fear, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to protect him.

A Newfound Hobby

I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, holding a tiny, helpless man in the palm of my hand. It was both thrilling and humbling. With a twisted sense of amusement, I decided to make use of my newfound power. I would keep Kitten alive by trapping him in a jar and filling it up with my farts.

A Constant Supply of Air

At first, I worried that Kitten might not like the idea. But as I placed him gently into the jar and sealed it shut, he seemed to relax. His tiny body went limp, and I could almost hear him sigh in relief. From that moment on, I became obsessed with keeping Kitten alive. I made sure to fart directly into the jar multiple times a day, filling it up with enough air to keep him going.

A Constant Companion

As the days passed, I grew more and more attached to my tiny fart jar boyfriend. He was always with me, snuggled safely inside his little home. Whenever I felt lonely, I would open the jar and let out a gentle stream of air, imagining Kitten's tiny lungs filling up with the sweet scent of my farts.

A Shared Experience

Over time, our bond grew stronger. We shared intimate moments together, me farting directly into the jar while Kitten struggled to breathe. I would often sit down and fill up the jar, then stand up and feel it stick to my ass cheeks. It was a unique kind of closeness that we shared, one that was both bizarre and strangely comforting.

A New Beginning

As I sit here, writing this story, I can't help but feel a sense of awe. My life has taken a turn that I never could have imagined. I have a tiny fart jar boyfriend who relies on me for survival. And yet, I've never felt more alive or more fulfilled. This is truly my dream come true.

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