You dove between Milo’s legs as his head perks up to his owner. Out of the corner of her eye, Evelyn sees your movement under the dog’s paws and walks over to get pet. Her socked feet plant right behind you blocking any exit from the way you came, leaving you only the option to dive further under the dog.
Your eyes never leave Milo’s fluffy underside, any false step or wrong move and you would get crushed under his mighty paws again. You try your best to ignore the silhouette of his impressive member dangling between his back legs, the length of which was already more than twice your size in its flaccid state.
By the time you got under his colossal balls, Dr. Wright’s voice booms from above. “Well Milo it seems our new friend is a little rebellious! Let’s show them what happens when you try and run. Milo, SIT!”
Like he had done a million times before, Milo’s backside starts to fall seconds after the command. You run as fast as you can trying to get out past his wagging tail but the inevitable happens. WHOOSH! Your body is instantly buried under thousands of pounds of dog ass right under Milo’s tail hole…
Milo barks excitedly hoping for a tasty treat which causes the giant anus to pucker and press further into you. The stench is atrocious, the ring was coated in crusted dog shit built up from weeks of neglect. No matter which direction you turned, there was no fresh air to be had and the wagging of Milo’s tail only wafted more stench straight into your burning nostrils.
After a few minutes struggling, you managed to break free one of your arms from under him and begin pounding the oily, wrinkled flesh above you. The feeling must have registered in the dog’s brain because as soon as you stop to catch your breath, the anus begins to grind harshly into you like Milo was scratching an itch. This must have felt good to the dog’s wretched hole as the grinding gets rougher and rougher until you feel like you’re going to burst under his weight until you run out of breathable air and loose consciousness…
“Good boy Milo!!! Now mommy can take a break!”
Milo shoots up licking Evelyn’s face, your body briefly sticks to the dog’s hole before falling back to the carpet. Over the course of the next hour your remains are unknowingly trampled by each member of Evelyn’s family and eventually ground into a stain under Milo’s itchy tail hole…
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