[Monthly Piece] Work Commute

The shrunken man was flabbergasted at the sheer obliviousness of Vega throughout his evening spent with the purple-haired airhead. The subject had been tossed inside Vega's panties during one of the many routine experiments Dr. Horne was intent on running; an experiment so routine the subject had fallen asleep tucked away between what had to be the softest cheeks on the face of the earth. Yet when he came to, that relaxation turned to panic. 

No longer was that man tucked in Vega's backside, but instead found himself on the floor of an apartment, tossed aside with the rest of Vega's clothes into a pile of laundry haphazardly piled in a corner. Along with this, the sound of snoring could be heard, though it was far more akin to the sound of a person attempting to suck the paint off the walls. 

After that panic had fully set in, and all attempts to wake the sleeping giant either resulted in almost getting sucked into the titan's mouth or rolled onto as they shifted in their sleep, the subject resigned to waiting until Vega awoke the next day. Surely he could get Vega's attention then. 

Cut forward to now.

The subject in question was wedged once again between Vega's cheeks, though unknowingly so. As the tiny attempted to grab Vega's attention from his nightstand this morning, the man's massive behind bumped the stand in question, sending the tiny plummeting into what he discovered to be Vega's underwear drawer as he was scooped out along with a lacey pair of panties and hiked up Vega's legs in a panicked rush as he was late for work. 

Vega, meanwhile, was speeding down the road on his scooter, weaving effortlessly between cars on the road as he sped towards Microscale labs in a frantic fear. He didn't want to be late again, it'd mark the fourth time in the last two weeks. He needed to stop going over to friends' houses so late...

As the man swerved through traffic, the tiny in his pants was having their world rocked. Where before Vega's cheeks had granted a plush escape from a day's worries, today they were a sea of flesh threatening to drown the tiny with every shift to the side, every bump of the road and every adjustment of Vega's backside as he rocketed down the road. 

The tiny could do nothing but hang on for dear life to the lace of Vega's panties as his asscheeks threatened to gobble the man up; a battle this man was quickly losing the longer it went on. Just as he was beginning to feel his grip slip as Vega's cheeks shifted their weight around once more, he heard a panicked yelp from Vega before a sudden

WHAM!

Vega, in his hurried driving, rode right over a pothole — the city really needed to get on top of filling them — causing him to be sent nearly careening off his bike, if not for the vice grip his hands and thighs had on his scooter. He sighed in relief that he'd not been flung into an early grave, and decided it best to slow down at least a little bit after a brief brush with death.

For the tiny, however, things had taken a turn from bad to down right terrible. That violent shake of Vega's massive ass sent the tiny plummeting into the depths of his cavernous buttox, the tiny's face coming face to face with Vega's awaiting butthole. The two collided in a comical kiss, with the tiny's head getting halfway submerged in its gaping maw as the momentum carried him forward. As they planted their hands on either side of Vega's slippery skin to try to pull themself loose—

POP!

Vega's butt came back down onto the seat with a solid smack, forcing the subject's head entirely inside his hole. Panic once again set in as they could feel Vega's asshole twitching around their neck, sucking on their head as though it were a lollipop as it greedily attempted to pull the tiny further inside. If Vega wasn't aware of their presence now, what luck did the tiny have of Vega finding them again INSIDE of him?

As Vega's scooter slowed to a stop, the tiny took that as their one opportunity to attempt to pull themself loose. They pushed with all their might against the vice grip Vega's butthole had on their head, only to find this action to prompt their own undoing. As their struggling grew in its frantic nature, Vega could feel it, causing him to grimace slightly out of embarrassment. 

Mistaking it for beads of sweat rolling down his backside from the panic he'd previously been enduring, Vega wanted nothing more than to scratch his behind to rid himself of the itch. But due to his current position waiting at a red light with cars on all sides of him, his options were limited. Looking around and hoping no one would notice, Vega began to subtly grind his butt into the seat of his scooter, hoping to rid himself of the disturbance.

And it was to his avail, much to the tiny's dismay. As they struggled to gain a foothold, suddenly they could feel Vega pushing his weight down upon them, grinding his ass into the seat of his scooter and causing the tiny to slowly begin sliding deeper inside him. Their panicked pushing quickly became smacking, punching and banging against Vega's asshole, all in vain. 

The gaping maw that was Vega's butthole happily opened up to accommodate the tiny's shoulders, feverishly swallowing its new meal as Vega ground against the irritation until nothing but the tiny's feet stuck out of his behind, kicking frantically as Vega's insides gripped and squeezed the subject in a hot, muggy darkness from which they were constricted on all sides.

Vega's scooter revved back up, and the boy was back on his way too the lab, the subject unable to do anything but scream for help from the inside of a cute boy's bubble butt...