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Kinkydomkitty - Hiding The Evidence

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Hiding The Evidence

As the door to your bedroom slowly opened, your heart raced in anticipation of seeing your roommate's worried face. You knew she had brought her boyfriend over to use your computer, but you never could have imagined the chaos that ensued while they were inside.



You sat down at your desk, still reeling from the embarrassment of accidentally farting on him while he was shrunk to the size of a bug. You tried to ignore the squirming sensation beneath your ass as you went through your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the situation at hand.



Suddenly, you felt something squirming even more frantically beneath you. You stood up quickly, your eyes widening in horror as you realized what had happened: he had climbed out of your toilet and was trying to escape!



Panic set in as you looked around for somewhere to hide him before she walked in. Your mind raced through every possibility, until it hit you: the only place she would never think to look.



With trembling hands, you placed your palm on your ass cheek and pushed down, feeling the resistance of his tiny body as he tried to climb up your intestines. You grit your teeth and pushed him deeper, feeling him squirming and flailing helplessly against your ass.



Finally, you felt his weightless body slide out of sight and into the darkness of your rectum. You took a shaky breath, knowing that this was the only way to keep him safe from your roommate's wrath.



As you sat back down at your desk, trying to appear calm, you couldn't help but feel the heat of his body against your skin. You could sense his terror and discomfort, but there was nothing you could do to help him.



You waited with bated breath as you heard the door open once again. Your heart raced as you saw her face, but you managed to keep your cool. You lied through your teeth, telling her that you hadn't seen him since he went into the bathroom. She looked at you suspiciously, but couldn't find any evidence of his whereabouts.



For the next few hours, you sat on pins and needles, listening for any sign of movement from inside of you. You couldn't eat or drink anything for fear of harming him, and every time you farted, you winced in anticipation of the horrific smell and sensation he was experiencing.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your roommate left your room. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing that you had successfully hidden the evidence of your farting escapade.



As the adrenaline wore off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at what you had just done. You realized that you had violated the most intimate boundaries of trust and privacy, all for fear of being caught in a compromising situation.



The weight of your actions hung over you like a cloud, making it impossible to enjoy the rest of your day. As you lay in bed that night, you couldn't help but wonder if your roommate would ever find out about what had really happened. And if she did, what would happen to you then?

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