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Chapter #6
Up to his asshole.
by: Unknown
You are instantly stunned by the latest development. Never in your life would you expect to be shrunk down small enough to fit into another man's ass, but this is exactly what is happening. Brandon reaches for you with a smelly hand and grins menacingly just before stuffing you face first into your new home. Brandon's recent shit caused his rectum to be slick and you slide in with ease. It is extremely hot and moist, and has the worst smell you have ever faced. You cringe as the walls around you pulsate.
From the real world, Brandon pulls up his tight undies and his skinny jeans and his body jerks forward from the sensation of your twitching body. He smiles and his cock rises in excitement. Just then, there is a pounding at the door. Brendon tenses up, his hole squeezing tightly against your pathetic body. He walks over slowly to the door and opens it. A beefy black bodyguard stands at the entryway. He is wearing a suit and sunglasses.
"Are you Brendon Urie?" he asks calmly.
"Yeah..."
"I'm from CBT. Collections department."
"What...Get the fuck out of my apartment."
"That won't be happening. Your credit card was declined for your recent purchase of boys. I'm here to reposess them."
"What the fuck...no way!" Brendon is angry and slams his fist into the bodyguard's chest. The guard grabs his arm and easily lifts the small statured man into the air.
"Please direct me to your pets or I will be forced to use force to find them."
The little guys all heard the booming voices and came running out, desperate to escape their current fate of a lifetime with Brendon. The guard spots them and tosses Brendon to the side. From within Brendon's ass you feel a vibration as his body is flung to the side of the room and lands on the couch. Brendon gets up angrily.
"Fine, take the little fuckers, see if I care." He knew he wouldn't be able to afford these pets, in reality he should have only bought one, but he knew his temper would get in the way. He had been having money problems ever since his band became famous. They all knew of his obsessive spending habits.
The guard pulls out a long device that looks like a vaccum. All the little men are sucked up through a long tube into a large glass bowl where they are piled into like trash.
"There's a problem" The guard says calmly. "Ive only got 18 men in here and you ordered twenty. Where are the other two?"
Brendon started to sweat. One of them was up his ass and the other is probably in the sewers by now. "They're gone...." he said.
"Hm, interesting. Well you're gonna owe us a hefty sum. We charge a lot of fees for restocking, and other charges. You're going to be looking at a bill of around $2 million."
"WHAT! I can't afford that! Are you guys crazy???"
"Don't worry man, we've got a work program. We have ways for you to earn what you owe." The guard pulls out another device and Brendon's eyes grow wide. Brendon is shrunk down to 6 inches and added to the stock pile of littles in the glass cage.
"A certain celebrity has had his eye on you for a while, and CBT is glad to deliver especially since we're selling you to him for more than twice what you owe us." The guard smiles and locks the apartment and leaves.
Not only are you stuffed up Brendon's ass, but you're even smaller than before, not only that but things are getting very sweaty with all the naked men stuffed into the glass jar.
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