One night, she was carrying you in her warm palm. Her thumb gently stroked the length of your miniscule body as she walked. You could feel every ridge of her thumb, which was easily far bigger than your body. Staring up, you could see the curvature of her breasts jutting through her grey sweater, and you could see the underside of her chin, her face bathed in the white glow of a computer screen. She had been clicking away for the past thirty minutes, and despite the soothing warmth of her palm you shivered at wondering what her perverted subscribers wanted her to do next.
Finally, she rose from her chair and started walking. "I have everything set up for this next stream," she said. "They've been enjoying your performance so far, and you've lasted longer than my other 'stars.'" She giggled then.
You were busy paying attention to where she was walking. She walked out of her living room, past the entrance to her bedroom, and then into the bathroom, where she flicked the lights on. What was she planning to do in here? A shower or bath with her shrunken performer? Was she going to sit down on the toilet and pleasure herself, perhaps with your assistance? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
She lowered her hand, at the same time bending over. A great white wall, oval shaped, rose up in your view. It was the lifted toilet lid. Further, you started to smell toilet water, and your heart sank as you realized where she was taking you.
"Camera's all set up," she said. True to her word, as she lowered you past the seat, into the toilet, you saw she had two tiny cameras, both pointed down at the water and both with lights shining.
"Well, in you go," she said and guffawed. Her hand suddenly tilted, before you could even try to get a grip, and you landed with a splash in the cold water. Treading water, you looked around in a circle. The toilet looked relatively clean, at least, even though it didn't smell the greatest. The smooth, slick walls, however, ensured you weren't going to escape from this one until she wanted you to.
You stared up fearfully at her face, which loomed in the heavens, like a judgmental goddess. She stood to full height, and her hands moved to undo her jeans. Then, she hooked her fingers in her belt loops and slid them off, showing off her shapely white thighs. Her sweater came in one swift movement over her head, and she tossed it aside. No bra underneath. She liked to keep things loose and comfortable. Then, as she turned and showed you her round, plump ass, as shapely as that of a woman half her age, she pulled her white panties down and plopped down on the toilet.
You begged and pleaded with her, but you doubted she could hear you. Even though her thighs and ass blocked out almost all light from above, the light from the two cameras still illuminated everything clearly. That puckered pink hole, which you were quite familiar with at this point, flexed and moved. Some piss started to dribble down from her front, and you coughed and sputtered as the sticky, dark fluid landed on your head. Its stench clung to you, and you gagged at the strong smell. You had to remember to remind her to drink more fluids. However, just as you feared, it was her rectum that would be serving you your main course today.
Her butthole opened to release a massive, sputtering fart, one that you almost thought would leave you deafened. The oily-smelling gasses quickly filled up the bowl. Then, it wasted no time squeezing out a long, thick turd. You screamed and realized you should trying to make it to the edge of the water, not the dead center, if you wanted to avoid being squashed underneath and drowned in the water by a piece of poop that was countless times larger and heavier than your pathetic body.
Swimming as past as you could, you made it to the edge just as you heard a splash behind you. You looked back to see a massive, craggy brown pillar sink into the water. The stench was almost unbearable. It was followed by another pillar, which as this one sank, you realized it was falling toward you. You raised your arms protectively, but its stickiness and massive weight threatened to drown you as the tip of it fell on your body and it slid down the edge of the bowl to the depths of the rapidly clouding waters.
While you were struggling, the massive turd even getting into your mouth, all of a sudden something grabbed you and pulled you out. You were between the thumb and forefinger of a massive gloved hand, and you realized she had pulled you out.
"I learned a thing or two from the last couple times I tried this," she said. "This time I watch the screen, so I can see what is going on down there and try to intervene if I'm going to lose one of my toys."
Of course. She didn't see you as a person. Just a toy. Maybe a little pet at best. It wasn't that she cared if one of her streams cost you your life. She probably just didn't want to go through the inconvenience of getting another tiny.
"How was it down there?" she said. "You're covered in my shit. Each of those turds must have been like a sinking mountain to you." She stifled laughter with her other hand. "It's just so funny, thinking of you, you silly little shrunken man, being terrified of my waste and almost being crushed under it."
For you, it was about as far away from "funny" as possible. Not that you had any say in the matter.
What happens next after she cleans you up?
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