[Monthly Piece] Baking

The tiny gasped for air, the first breath of fresh air that they'd gotten in what had to be hours. As Vega bent down to open his oven, the tiny could see they were no longer in Dr. Horne's laboratory, but instead in what appeared to be a kitchen, no doubt in his current captor's home. He could hear Vega humming to himself, seemingly unaware or uncaring of the tiny he'd had riding inside him since the start of the day.

The experiment was a simple on that Dr. Horne had conducted frequently: Test a tiny's exposure to high levels of stress, pressure, and heat, and low and behold while this tiny was handling the latter two well, the stress was another story. He'd been told the experiment would end within four or so hours, and yet he'd been trapped neck deep inside Vega's ass for at least 8 hours, judging by the fact it seemed Vega was off work. 

All the while, Vega's hole would loosen it grip on the tiny, allowing him some brief reprieve as they slowly inched out slightly, before immediately tightening its grip around the tiny's neck once more; these lightly clenching and unclenchings dotting the entirety of the tiny's time spent inside Vega. It was as if Vega's ass were sucking on him as though he were a candy.

Vega began to stand up from his bent over position, the tiny being once again enveloped on all sides by Vega's asscheeks and plunged into complete darkness as the outside world disappeared completely from sight. Vega's footsteps caused his butt to jiggle with every step, causing the tiny's head to be battered back and forth with each step he took through his apartment, all the while Vega's hole continually threatened to swallow the tiny completely with its convulsions. 

Vega waltzed his way over to his couch, flipping on his TV and plopping himself down onto the cushion below. He shifted in place before finally leaning back and settling as he waited for his brownies to cook. All the while, the tiny trapped inside him was experiencing perhaps the worst pressure he'd felt yet. Vega had almost been exclusively on his feet at the lab, yet now the tiny was being pressed against Vega's backdoor continually while the boy sat there completely unfazed. 

Then something changed. Some slip, some change in the tiny's positioning, or maybe just the amount of pressure being pressed against him, but the tiny could feel himself being pulled in deeper. Panic set in as he tried to push against it, his feet and hands gaining no traction against Vega's slippery insides. However, these panicked movements would prove to be the tiny's biggest mistakes.

Similar to quicksand, the more the tiny moved and panicked, the more Vega's body reacted. Vega shifted in place slightly at the tickling sensation beneath him, but chalked it up to nothing in particular as he continued to sit there. As the tiny's panic grew further and further as he could feel his head beginning to slip beneath the surface, suddenly--

*POP*

He was completely lost to the inside of Vega's ass....