Entering a Maid’s Ass in Another World!?

By: Fatedmeal

I: Sy l phy Buds & Rudeus Shrinks

Ah~ The rosy scent of youth.

The young boy’s nose wiggled. An earthy, floral aroma, unique to the verdant shrubbery and autumn leaves, diffused through his flared nostrils . He swore that there was an extra zest that tinged the atmosphere. A scent that could only be described as a youthful blooming. The sun shined over Sylphy and him. The boyish half-elf, someone that Rudeus Greyrat was thoroughly educated was a female, beamed a wide , innocent grin at him.

In turn, the young lad felt his juvenile heart pulse an extra beat. The aged mind within him wanted to chastise himself for being so easily swayed, but there was also a part of him that truly enjoyed the time that he spent with Sylphy. Especially since the tomboyish elf did not shut him from her life, after he accidentally stripped her naked. In Rudeus’s defense, they were to take a bath with one another, and he thought they were the same sex. However, that does bring to question the young lad’s morality and cultural upbringing . As he still carried all the knowledge from the other world before he had died. For Rudeus Greyrat was a man that was well into his forties before he perished.

In that prior world, were a pair of friends struggling over some matte r on the middle of a road. T he shut-in, a NEET kicked out of his home , would not have cared for such a sight within the rain. However, a truck had come barreling down the street. That middle-aged man’s body moved before he knew what was happening. Then the cold-water rain that soaked the shut-in’s body was overwhelmed by a novel sensation. Cold, damp steel turning hot against his body. Or rather, the internal heat of his body exploded outward as the skeletal structure within the old man’s body imploded. Calcium shrapnel tore and shredded the visceral surface of his organs and barely strained bundles of muscle. Blood vessels and neurons were pulled out and along the way before it all exploded out in a mess of ruddy guts and viscera. A wet pile that splatted down on the flooded asphalt road. Again….this was a story in the past and another world.

Currently, that middle-aged man was born several years ago and now lived as a young Rudeus Greyrat. Son of Paul and Zenith Greyrat, and dear friend and occasional magic tutor of Sylphy. His muscles were much wirier and more sinuous , but they were used consistently throughout the countryside. As compared to his prior life , where he placed his posterior within the small space of his chair while staring at a monitor.

“Ah~ Sylphy! Your pert rear is like a peach in this garden bed. It’s appearance so soft, odor so intoxicatingly fragrant, and curves that…”

Rudeus felt saliva pool around the gums of his teeth. However, before they could rise to a level that would reach his lips, the young man took note of the scarlet blush that blessed Sylphy’s face as the two children played in his parent’s home. It was probably the most scarlet that young Rudeus has seen in his second life on a female. At least up to this point in his life.

Wait…did I say that out loud…oh shit, I thought that I was thinking that in my head!

“Ah…I…I meant that your posterior is looking especially healthy and…fit.”

Rudeus Greyrat tried to recover from the verbal folly that continued to snowball out of control. The tones of the half-elf’s face adopted a deeper shade of red as the young boy attempted to word his licentious statement in a manner that was more accept ed by society.

Alas, his attempts were far too much to hear for the young girl. A young girl who might not have understood every word that her friend was saying. Unfortunately, Sylphy was able to sense the embarrassment and shame that dripped off Rudeus’s words. Thus, she assumed that the odd choice of words served to further discomfort her. Such a discernment did not bode well for Rudeus. As the half-elf, a budding mage in her own right, was bubbling up with confusion and the natural energy that dwelled within her. Such that it boiled and spilled outward in an immense and uncontrolled spell.

There…I hope that Sylphy understands that…hweh!?

Rudeus did not have time to recognize the disbursement of magical energy before it was too late. The world exploded around him as his body was bathed in heat. Space distort ed as the lad found himself falling, plopping, and then rubbing his sore backside as he tried to reacquaint himself with his new surroundings.

W…what…the bright light and immense was that some sort of teleportation spell?

The young boy found himself surrounded by giant rocks and pebbles on a brown surface. Shooting out from that surface were flat, green trees that ascended to the sky. Much unlike the open, green pasture that blanketed his backyard.

“Sylphy!”

The young boy, assisted by his maturity and wealth of knowledge knew that it wasn’t the time to be in awe or look around lost. Rudeus may have been an individual who was prone to perversions, but he was someone that cared for his friends.

THOOOM

“Sylphy!!”

The young man’s cries became more forceful as he felt the ground begin to shake. Rudeus grabbed hold of the surrounding odd trees. Trees that possessed a flat and longitudinal form that should not have allowed them to stand against gravity. Yet , not only was it able to stand up against gravity without the supporting infrastructure of tree bark, but it did not fall as Rudeus leaned his weight against it. Even as the world continued to shake.

THOOM

THOOOM

“SYLPHY!!”

The urgency in Rudeus’s voice grew as he was forced to shut his eyes and cling against the green stalk. As not only could he not rely on his footing, but the tremors were accompanied with violent gusts of wind. All emanating from one direction. It was almost as if there was a mountain slowly collapsing in front of him.

Is it getting darker…?

Rudeus felt the distant sun disappear from his squinted eyes. The young boy began to wonder if the area he was transported to was in fact near a collapsing mountain. Yet, instead of being worried for his own safety…the one on the forefront of his mind was Sylphy. The girl who ended up being Rudeus’s first real friend in this world. In fact, she might have been his only real friend in both worlds that he lived in.

“RUD Y !!!”

The shaking world ceased its violent trembling as the thunder asked the young boy a question. The blast of sound waves caused each of Rudeus’s joints to tremble and a sudden malaise to spread throughout his vulnerable existence. The confluence of the two, an unnerving and diffuse ache, forced the young boy to open his eyes.

The mountain had not collapsed.

In fact, it look ed right down at him. Mossy green covered its top as she looked down at him. Her eyes squint ed as she crouched down. The long length of her elvish ears twitch ed as she waited for a response. The divots within her pinna allowed for even the weak tones of the young boy to reach her auditory organs. However, that may have only been possible due to how low the young girl’s body was already to the ground. Furthermore, Sylphy’s auditory nerves were not yet subject to the loud and deafening sounds of adventure, battlefields, or the bustling city. Someone older, whose eardrums were habituated to ignoring fine noises, would not have been able to hear Rudeus’s desperate squeaks.

Oh…my…oh…no…

Sylphy’s eyes widened. Before she even knew what she was doing, the young girl reached out and shoved her fingers underneath the shrunken boy. His figure sprawled out over her cupped digits along with some of the backyard’s dirt and a blade of grass that got stuck between her fingers.

Rud y shrunk!!

It was an instinctive act by the shy and reserved girl. As she was unconsciously aware of the critters that crawled around the floor that she walked on. The last thing that Sylphy wanted was for one of those insects to harm her friend, or for someone else to come out and mistake him for a bug. Sylphy nervously gulped as the image of her friend being gummed up underneath the treads of older women’s footwear flashed in her mind.

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From Rudeus’s perspective. Sylphy’s unconscious swallow was the cherry upon a most terrifying sundae.

The young boy did not even ha ve time to evade the five digits that were of a comparable length to a horse’s body. Thus, his vestibular system had less time to acclimate as he was thrust skyward on the living platform. The heat of Sylphy’s pumping blood vessels, underneath the soft dermal layer of her palm, was a starkly powerful warmth compared to the gusts of wind currents he had to endure . A s he ascended to her face. Then , the billboard sized face of the young girl peered down at him. Her copper red eyes , pools in the sky, glistened with a wetness that the young boy feared would spill out and rain down. Instead, a primal fear crawled up Rudeus’s spine as he saw the bulge crest up and down the tender slope of the young girl’s neck.

Stay calm…she’s still the same girl that you know…maybe a little bit mad at your inconsiderate remarks…but why do you think she’s going to eat you.

This spike of adrenaline was accompanied by a weird buzz that tickled the back of Rudeus’s mind. One that could not be reciprocated by his underdeveloped sexual organs.

What the hell…am I really feeling this way…

Rudeus ’s hands grasped for leverage behind him. Just the soft, rubbery texture of Sylphy’s palms met his reach . The odd tree, that the young boy realized was nothing more than a blade of grass, had fallen through the momentarily widened gap of Sylphy’s fingers.

Maybe…I should shelve this newfound fetish for later.

The dropping of the blade of grass was a conscious action on the relative giantess’s part. As the young girl let the blade fall back to the backyard floor before closing the gap once again. So that Rudeus wouldn’t fall. However, this barely noticeable action, that probably only burned the barest amounts of calories, released a violent gust of wind in Rudeus’s face. He had to cover his face with an arm so that the microscopic detritus that soared up would not pelt his sensitive sensory organs.

She…she’s so powerful.

Rudeus couldn’t help but marvel at the immense strength of the young girl that he was training. Someone that, in the recent past, the young boy had to step in and save from bullies.

It’s almost…no…my life is literally in her hands.

“RUDEUS. I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET SMUSHED.”

Rudeus brought his hands up to his ears as the powerful blasts , shot from the young girl’s vocal cords , blasted his body. He might have been thrown off her palm if she wasn’t also moving simultaneously. The mountain of Sylphy ’s body was heading to an unknown location. A destination that Rudeus could not see as the world blurred around him like the smeared backdrop of an oil painting.

“I’M GOING TO BRING YOU TO WHERE IT’S SAFE. IN YOUR ROOM.”

Rudeus wanted to respond. To at least voice his opinion, even if it was just to agree that Sylphy was taking the best course of action. Unfortunately, his face, and the rest of his body was pushed down into the rubbery folds of the young girl’s palm. From the resulting velocity of his friend’s body travel ing to his room. The young boy’s face was rubbed against the film of bitter dirt and sour sweat that covered the front of Sylphy’s palm. In such conditions, the young boy couldn’t help but gasp. His mouth searched for air that con tinued to blow pa st his face and body. Any oxygen, that could have flowed into his lungs, was sucked out and displaced by the rubbery flesh of the young girl’s palm. The whirled ridges of Sylphy’s palm rubbed and bulged into Rudeus’s open jaws. Powerful wind currents and the sense of weightlessness kept the young boy’s face pressed against the salty surface. To not suffocate, he needed to lick and sputter the bitter swill seeping out of Sylphy’s palm. The sensations forced upon the young boy’s t astebuds that were complemented by the heady aroma , of Sylphy’s skin , that diffused through his nares . A fragrance that sank densely in the young boy’s alveoli. Taunting his bloodstream and caused his mind to swim.

Unable to properly see, and forced to taste and smell an overwhelming concoction, made it obvious for Rudeus. That he was weaker and more helpless than the time that he was born.

“I’M GOING TO HAVE TO GO BACK HOME, MY DAD NEEDS MY HELP FOR DINNER. BUT I’LL BE BACK TOMORROW.”

Her words assaulted Rudeus’s tender eardrums. As Sylphy held her palm to close of her face. It was a position that allowed the cautious young girl to keep an eye on her shrunken friend . I n the periphery of her vision. However, she lacked the wisdom to quiet her voice as she spoke. Each caring word was a deafening boom for the young boy. Like a long-ranged spell that Rudeus couldn’t defend against. The young boy would just have to endure the auditory trauma until he could gather his senses.

Even as the small portion of his brain, that was not processing the sensory torture and physical abuse unknowingly caused by the gentle giantess child, understood what she was saying. Even as Rudeus wanted to yell at Sylphy to at least let an adult know what happened. Even as the final strong blast of wind, the young girl opening the door to the room, pushed and buried Rudeus deep into the flesh of Sylphy’s palm.

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Aside from the weight of the shrunken human within her palm, the sensation of Rudeus complete sinking into Sylphy’s palm was the first time she felt anything from her friend.

“Rud y …don’t worry. I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

Sylphy said to her friend. She felt crestfallen as she noticed how far he dug into the safety of her palm. The young girl wanted to take her friend back home with her, but she knew that she shouldn’t. Neither her father nor her were that knowledgeable about magic. So, the green-haired half-elf gingerly curled her fingers and pulled Rudeus out of her palm and onto the surface of his full-sized bed.

Huh…this is a big bed. Like twice the size o f my b e d .

Sylphy waited. She looked down at the panting young boy. Who was still reeling from the worst ride of both of his lives. If one didn’t count the microseconds that his corpse rode on the front end of a bus. Sylphy’s ears wiggled as it seemed like Rudeus wanted to say something, but no voice reached her eardrums.

The reason being, unknown to the young girl, was that her rough transport had severely weakened the young boy’s body. The violent gusts and pummeling palm flesh strained Rudeus’s jaw, throat, and even his vocal cords. Now even Sylphy couldn’t hear Rudeus.

“Oh…”

Ah…I shouldn’t talk too much. Rud y is tiny.

The careful young girl thought too late. As the damage was already done as she somberly waved her dear friend goodbye. She left the room and closed the door to Rudeus’s room for his own privacy. Then another bright idea popped in the green-haired half-elf’s head.

I can tell Rud y ’s family about his condition.

Sylphy thought as she trotted and looked through the rooms. The half-elf even peeked in the room with a small bed. One that was about the same size as her own. She guessed, since Rudeus’s family were from a richer family, that this must have been the closet space. There was even a pair of panties that were just peeking out of a box. However, Sylphy found no one, and the sun was setting.

I should be going back home. Ugh…if only I could write a letter to let Rud y ’s parents know that he’s in his room, but they should know to check on him. Then to look at his covers when they can’t find him.

Sylphy sighed as she stepped out of her friend’s home and began the perilous trek back to her home. At least, it was perilous for the young girl who was just nearing seven years of age. In a couple years she would grow up and stop being a little kid that was spooked by what laid in the dark. At the very least, Sylphy was sensibly more terrified of the bullies that take the usual path back to their homes. Thus, the half-elf had her own route that she took to travel the distance back. It was a walk that she had scarcely taken recently as she spent most of her time with Rudeus nowadays.

However, she was alone. So, on the path of solitude, she walked. It was safer that way. Easier to avoid the neighborhood bullies that made fun of her for her ears and hair. However, it was because of that choice of path, that Sylphy just missed Lilia Greyrat. The maid who was returning home ahead of the Master and Mistress of the household.

II: Lilia’s Guest

Rudeus was worse for wear than he thought. His entire body throbbed with a fiery pain. As the young boy’s lungs felt that they were teetering on the edge of giving out.

How…how was that so dangerous…she just carried me…

Rudeus panted as he laid down. The young boy was unwilling to chase after Sylphy after she left the room. He was much too tiny, and he was afraid that moving too much might break something in his body that he shouldn’t.

Even if I chased and tried to ask Sylphy to ask my parents…it seemed like she couldn’t hear me while I was on the bed …

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Between deep respirations, of the life-giving oxygen that the young boy was robbed of, Rudeus couldn’t help but imagine being able to lift his body up.

Then, by some Herculean effort, he sprinted after Sylphy. Only for his efforts to be in vain. As there would be nothing he could do but pound his hands on the side of her foot. A foot that was barely covered by the brown flat that she wore. A flat that could so easily rise into the sky. As the giantess’s gaze looked over ahead and far away from her dear friend. Instead, the dust and dirt would fall from the sole of the flat and batter the young boy. Causing him to lift his arms to shield his body. It would not be enough for the insurmountable force that would carry the seven year-pod’s weight. As the bottom of her sole would plummet down like a cataclysmic meteorite.

THUD!!

SMUSH!!

Rudeus’s body would cave inwards. The young boy’s cranium would dislodge from his standing body and be pushed down into his ribcage. A swift death that would be followed by an absolute rupturing of his muscles and shattering of his skeletal system. Intestines and chunks of soft organs would spill out and settle in between the four corners and sides created by his crushed limbs. As the entirety of Rudeus’s existence was pulverized into a bloody stamp. One that would either leave a smear on the floor, on the bottom of Sylphy’s shoe, or both. Or, perhaps, not even that. The heat and pressure absolutely would absolutely burn up any remaining t race of him. As the young half-elf girl twisted her with limbs, sending a cascade of sinuous changes through the muscular bundles of her legs, before they acted in con cert to help Sylphy grind her foot into the floor.

Thereby smearing Rudeus out of existence.

This was the disturbing fantasy that plagued the scared young boy’s mind. A grisly imagination fueled by the experiences of his life as a middle-aged man. Of a world that treated him too callously. An uncaring one.

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…Dang it. I would be just crushed under her foot. Would she even notice me? I don’t have a hard exoskeleton like an insect. Would it be like popping a grape underneath a heel. Stop it. You’re being too realistic for your own good.

Rudeus mentally shook his head. To supplant the negative thoughts with more optimistic ones . As the people that succeeded in his past life were those who were positive thinkers.

My parents or Lilia when they can’t find me…they’ll have to check my room. Then they’ll find my shrunken body. Mom is skilled with magic. I’m sure that she can fix me. Or keep me safe as they ring up Roxy… Ah…but they’ll be out for a couple days. I guess that Sylphy will be back…I can try telling her to be more careful.

However, the young boy’s body couldn’t help but shudder. As just the byproducts of a gentle child’s action had reduced him to such an injured state. However, Rudeus would not focus on that. His mind searched for any thoughts that he could latch on that would brighten his mood.

Finally, the young boy ’s face twisted into a perversely content expression. As he imagined how large the panties that he stuffed into the box must be at this moment. The divine gift left by his magic instructor Roxy.

Wait! Did I place my treasure properly back into the box?

Rudeus’s thoughts raced as his heart ached from a nascent pang of anxiety. The young boy tried to turn his hea d but found the completion of the action to be much easier than anticipated . As the strength and sensation in his body had just returned.

Ugh…this sticky feeling. Did some of Sylphy’s sweat and saliva spittle coat my body?

Rudeus tried to shake and rub off the mixture of salt and sour that stained his body. His eyes darted back and forth across the darkening landscape. Night was falling . It was then that the young boy noted something .

The bed was big. Too big. It should have been acceptable fact for the shrunken boy. Until he realized that the bed was not only too big, but the design was slightly different than his own. He tried to focus his gaze on the distant scenery, but the shadows of the landscape didn’t evoke any memories of his own room. In fact, they looked more like either his parents or Lilia’s room.

Did Sylphy place me in the wrong room ?

Rudeus’s heart began to race. His throat strained as his respirations became labored once more. He was a middle-aged man, a social introvert and misanthrope, in the body of child who was shrunken. Keeping calm was nigh impossible.

Don’t worry…don’t worry. I’m fine…

Then a thought crept in Rudeus’s mind. His family knew that he was hanging out with Sylphy today as they went to the nearest town for their market. There was also a history of Rudeus staying with Sylphy’s home overnight during such occasions. However, this time his parents did not confirm with the young boy if that was the course of action. His mother was prone to worrying…would she return to the house to ensure that he was safe?

Wait…would they be coming back tonight?

Rudeus’s doubts were answered by the two distant booms. Someone had entered the house. A slow wave of relief, one that did not completely wash away the young boy’s worries, swept over him.

Thank goodness.

Thud…

Thud…

Rudeus sat on his rear as he listened to the sound of shifting mountains. The young boy tried to discern what objects or actions were creating these thunderous noises. Wood scraping against wood. Shuffling of papers and his books. The moving of cutlery. Maybe even the cleansing of any mess that Sylphy or him left. Eventually, once his curiosity was sated, Rudeus noticed something odd.

Wait…why is it that I only hear one set of footsteps?

THUD

THUD!

THUD!!

Click

THOOM!!

Before Rudeus could ponder, the door swung open and in stepped in a towering mountain of black and white. A mountain with a red hill, her red-haired head, that soared up into the sky even further than Sylphy. The night’s glow reflected off the frames that covered the deep pools of her eyes. The flowing fabric of her attire displaced the atmosphere around her. Resulting in a constant echo, an ominous siren call that preluded each movement that the tallest woman, that the young boy ever gazed upon, made. Even from this distance the calamitous crashing of mountains colliding vibrated the shrunken human’s eardrums. It was a thunder that was equitable to the time that Sylphy crouched down, and it billowed over to Rudeus’s path with each step that the relative giantess took.

Lilia Greyrat, the maid of the Greyrat family, appeared as an insurmountable and sibylline landscape. One that moved with a power and decisiveness that Sylphy lacked.

Lilia!

“Lilia!”

Rudeus strained his vocal cords. The maid did not show any notice of the young boy’s efforts. Instead, the shrunken human found himself kneeling and clutching his throat. The rippled space swelling from the abuse that he was putting the traumatized passageway through.

I…it hurts…I can’t speak.

Rudeus, looked back up. The young boy ignored the pain as he heard rolling waves. A crescendo of booms that he likened to an avalanche that he saw on online videos in his prior life. What he saw was an avalanche like no other. As Lillia was right above him. Furthermore, to the perverts astoundment, the planet-scaled maid was removing her clothes and presenting the black lacework of her underwear. The dark lower pair of Lilia’s lingerie wrapped so tightly around her hips.

It took t he great structures of Lilia’s hands, easily dwarfing Sylphy’s hands, to d i g in between her flesh and the lace. To pr y the dark brown stockings down. Thereby revealing the creamy expanse of terrain to Rudeus’s eyes.

Lilia’s … Zettai Ryouiki

If Rudeus’s nose was an open faucet, then it would have been gushing blood as the mature woman’s backside was ne arly fully exposed. Then, f ingers longer than his body dug, slipped, and pried the flimsy lingerie that clung ever so tightly to her fatty cheeks. The young boy wasn’t certain from his shrunken perspective, but he could have sworn that the twin moons swelled up as the maid shimmied off the used pair of underwear. Soft fabric that would have been s oundless as they departed from the Maid’s body, instead released a symphony of weighty crashes in the shrunken human’s ears .

It sounded like the construction noises that were occurring on the other side of the block when the shrunken human was stuck in his room in his past life. Even the wobbling mountains released a booming sound, as the maid set about removing the rest of her clothes. Until her body was bare.

Oh…oh…heck yes!

Rudeus would have pumped his fist in the air if he had the strength. Regrettably, the young boy’s mind was focused on one thing. Getting nearer to the rapturous sight. Closer to even the bottommost ledges of the swells that jutted out from Lilia’s back and thighs. His body, without even a thought, carried him one shaky step at a time. The young boy didn’t even need the incentive of seeing his maid fully nude . Regardless, such a selfish sight was impossibl e from his shrunken scale. The young boy had to be content with just a portion of the mature woman’s buxom body ballooning out and shaking above him.

T he heady pungency was a siren call for Rudeus. Someone who hadn’t developed sexually yet, but still followed the arousal that would plague him in the future. It was as if the shrunken human was following his true nature and calling. Before his body fully recognized it and matured to a destiny still far out.

However, it was this laser focus, his vision stimulated to adopt an insular view, that led to a stumble. Then a wobble. Followed by a fall.

Meanwhile, Lilia bent over. Her bare rear pushed out. Rudeus swore that he could see the moist vulvar lips and bristles of r ed s ea that surrounded it. Then, a windy storm carried his body up and off the floor. Unable to scream and struggle, all Rudeus could do was fall back down to the floor. Past the bed and towards an ascending darkness.

One that caught him in its soft spring. The young boy’s body bounced up and back down. The elastic texture distended around his frame slightly as he returned to the sky. Rudeus’s mind raced as he tried to figure out why he didn’t plummet to his death. Only to realize where he was in the last moment before his body collided with the cramped space between the callipygian mountains of Lilia’s backside.

I’m in the panties that she wears…before going to sleep.

Then Rudeus Greyrat was thrust into the sweltering abyss. An abyss of steaming flesh, coated with concentrated perspiration, and the light grime to be expected of a space that was so close to a pulsing entrance to hellish paradise. Comparable to the swamp that one would read about in a child’s fairy tale from another world. However, the young boy was living in that fantasy world.

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One Hour Earlier

Lilia Greyrat’s stride back to the Greyrat’s residence was constant and uninterrupted. The dutiful maid left a day ahead of the parents as the three of them realized that they had committed an error. As they didn’t confirm with Rudeus that he was supposed to stay at Sylphy’s home for the night.

The parents usually trusted the young Rudeus Greyrat to take care of himself. As he was quite a proficient mage, even at the tender young age of seven years. However, there had been rumors of an escaped convict that reached their ears on the way to the neighboring town. Paul Greyrat might have been able to stomach his anxiety, but his wife Zenith Greyrat was simply bubbling up with worry . However, the parents still had business that they couldn’t just abandon. So, they sent the maid, Lilia Greyrat back to their home two days early.

I was hoping that I would run into Sylphy and the young master on the way back to our home. Maybe they left for her residence earlier.

Lilia thought. Her mind focused on the half-elf the very moment that the two were parallel to one another on different paths.

Or perhaps it’s just as mistress fears. That the young master was foolish enough to decide to stay at home by himself.

Lilia shook her head in dismissal. The distance between Sylphy and her was now widening. As the pair got closer and closer to their respective homes. The maid’s thoughts vacillated with each step she took. As she kept a sharp eye to look out for a head of light brown or green.

The young master, regardless of how perverted (demonic) he was, was someone that had an unnatural amount of intelligence and wisdom for his age. It was entirely because of Rudeus’s timely intervention that Zenith Greyrat had not thrown the maid out of the house. However, Lilia had her own preconceptions of what young boys sought after. It may be premature to think that the young master had such interests early on, like having the home to himself, but Lilia recalled when he was a toddler that had her underwear wrapped around his head.

A bitter memory that had recently sweetened. As the maid was thankful that the child, that she initially thought was a demon spawn, was intelligent and caring. To the point that he would try to save someone , who was just the cleaning staff for the family , from a wintery death .

Oh…young master. Please don’t get into any trouble before I get back.

It was because of this cogitation that Lilia Greyrat hastened her pace. It would have taken her until the dark of night, but the maid had ignored the dirt that was kicked up by her shoes. Dirt that stained her maid uniform. A uniform that was soon seeped by the diaphoresis that poured out of her sprinting body. The sun just vanished over the horizon when the lightly panting maid, a former adventurer, had stopped at the front entrance of the Greyrat household.

click

thom

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“Young master.“

Lilia lightly called out into the dim lighting of the living space. Instead of calling out in a louder voice, the maid walked through the main room of the first floor. Then , she walked up the stairs and straight for Rudeus’s room. Afterwards, the red-haired woman turned away from the vacant accommodation and peeked her head into the bathroom.

I guess that the young master decided on staying with Sylphy this night. Hmm~ Good boy.

Lilia sighed. It was a deep exhalation that unwound many of the tight knots that built up in her body on the trip here. The maid cracked her neck and stretched her arms as she returned downstairs. Earlier, b efore going up, she saw a pile of papers, some cutlery left out on the dinner table, and even a toy or two. Items that the young master wouldn’t play with…unless in the company of his young elf friend.

Thus, Lilia felt reassured as she pick ed up these toys . T hat she was correct in her assumption.

The young master was not in his room, his bathroom, and he had not answered her call or approached her entrance into the house. A house that the sharp maid noted was not disturbed with any signs of forced entry. Just the dirty steps of small footwear. A sole print that Lilia readily noted as belonging to Sylphy’s own shoes.

Wonderful. I can go relax in my bed after everything is back in their proper place.

Lilia ignored the sheen of brine that coated her body. Without a single member of the Greyrat family at the residence, aside from her, there was no need for the maid to turn on the hot water. To waste such a luxury for her own selfish pleasure. It was not as if she was a child that needed to be pampered. No, it was her duty to do that for others. Thus, buxom red-haired woman stretched her arms before ascending back up the staircase for a second time today.

Lilia headed straight for her room. She noted the smudges of Sylphy’s dirty footsteps on the floor but decided to ignore it. The young half-elf was much more of a child than the young master, so why not let her have her impish moments. There was no need for further investigation.

In fact, it would be better if the young master took more opportunities to physically strain himself in adventurous activities. I know that would lighten up Paul’s heart and mind. As I think he’s been planning on lending the young master to another adventurer he knew.

The former adventurer relaxed her mind and senses. There was no longer any need for her to sharpen them for any threat. A belief that was reaffirmed when Lilia opened the door to her personal quarters.

There was no one there.

Thus, the maid closed the door and walked to her dresser. She pulled out a new pair of underwear and nightgown.

This should do.

With both promptness and precision, Lilia began to undress. The soft fabric of her maid uniform, that crinkl ed in her hands before it fell to the floor, was barely audible to the red-haired woman.

Hmph~ Perhaps I shouldn’t have sprinted. I’m a little behind on my physical training.

Lilia’s thoughts were interrupted by a slight rubor across her cheeks. Her mind danced over to the thought of recent physical excursions she had. H er past sexual escapades with Paul Greyrat. Of the times when he mounted the maid in her bed. The red-haired woman kicked the thought away like she kicked the dirty clothes to the side of her bed.

Yet, as Lilia bent downward, she felt a wet heat pervade through the honeypot clenched tightly between her vulvar lips.

No…these are thoughts that you shouldn’t have. Especially after this fortuitous second change given to you by your young master.

The maid’s heart calmed as she thought of the young boy. One that had become less of a disgusting heated in her eyes, and more of a dashing young lad. Someone that Lilia wanted to grow up into well-behaved adult and not an…ass.

Although, the red-haired woman had to bite her lip as she felt a tingling sensation spread along the center of her ass. Pin pricks of electricity suffused through the inner clefts of rump flesh as she squeezed her new pair of underwear up and around her hips.

Just…

Lilia grabbed her black-laced bra and wrapped her jutting chests in the soft fabric. While annoying the slight ache centered around her sternum. An ache that communicated a heart’s greed in the dead of night. A licentious avarice that the maid attempted to wrap up in her nightgown. The soft warmth of the fabric, and the extra layer of constraining texture over her form, diluted the spiking lust. The tingling within the red-haired woman’s ass cheeks now in the depths of her mind. Even as the red-haired woman sat her posterior down on her bed, she was able to ignore the sensation crawl up to the depths of her crack.

Just deep breaths. In and out Lilia. Do it for the young master , his family , and yourself

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The first thing that Rudeus noticed was that it became harder to breath.

Not that there was a paucity of oxygen. Rather, it was that the atmosphere that was present could best be described as muggy. Like when the young boy’s face was pressed face down against Sylphy’s palm. Except the air entrapped within Lilia’s cheeks was much more potent and earthy. The musk burned the Rudeus’s nostrils and his eyes. Those sensitive organs were weakened by the bitter zest of fumes that flowed freely. Thus, the shrunken human could only rely on his other senses to discern the environment surrounding him. His touch conferred to the young boy that the walls that surrounded him were not soft or forgiving like the panties that his form had sunken in. It took until a thick rivulet of salty brine to coat Rudeus’s body with its stinging heat, for him to realize that he was shot up from the safety of Lilia’s panties.

That he was now entrapped in the space of her rump’s cleavage. A space where he had to gape his mouth open to draw breaths. In between the salty boluses of the maid’s sweat that found its way past the young boy’s lips and down his throat. A heavy perspiration that adhered to his body for far too long. Like sap dripping out of a tree.

It was a suffocatingly tight space, one that muffled his hearing of the outside world, and it was only going to get tighter.

Wha…what…ngghhh…

The young boy’s body, even with the mind of a middle-aged man, was unable to bear the brunt of pressure of the walls of ass flesh. Two canyons that seemed to further compress down on him. As if another force, aside from Lilia’s underwear, was pressing down on the hips. Rudeus choked and sputtered, as he tried to move his tortured joints against the unforgiving bundles of adipose tissue. An insulating layer that captured all heat and conferred the sweltering body ’s temperature against the anal prisoner’s body. A process of heat conduction that was sped up as the pressure increased.

Except for his death, Rudeus had never experienced such trauma in his past life. After hearing about magic and the battles that his parents faced, the thought of a grim death had entered his mind, but never to the point that it became concrete. Now…the young boy was certain that this is how a life-or-death struggle would feel like.

Unfortunately, i t would only get worse. As the slime of fresh and stale perspiration continued to condense and concentrate within the claustrophobic space. The salty solution slowly becoming more like a briny goo with the added pressure and decreased space.

No…I can’t…I just got here…a loving family…friends…I can’t disappoint them.

Rudeus felt the world shake before it descended. He could guess what was about to happen. Lilia was going to sit down. He had to act quickly. Thus, the young boy, powered by an adrenaline that numbed the pain that he was feeling, forced his limbs one way in the darkness. Rudeus hoped that he was facing a direction that would squeeze him in the way of Lilia’s fleshy vulvar lips. It was not an act done with perverted intentions. Rather, the young man had surmised that it would be a softer press against his frame , than being squeezed like a grape between the tensing adipose layers. Layers that were tethered to firm, unrelenting bundles of dense gluteal muscle.

The solvent that made such a plan possible was the very grimy liquid that Rudeus found himself coated with. He pulled the dripping muck of sweat , before it completed its metamorphosis into heated glue, over his body. The perspiration would serve as the lubricant. It would reduce the natural friction of his body and the looming walls of flesh.

All this happen ed moments before the thunderous crash. The landscape that Rudeus was in had flattened outward and bulged inward. Resulting in a force that sent his near frictionless body jetting a short distance. One that he hoped was in the path to salvation.

Come…o—

The texture of the young man’s surroundings changed. However, it was not for the better. As Rudeus felt himself shoot, with his increased burst of velocity, into a cavity that was immense in its grip. The walls of flesh compressed down even tighter than before. To the point that Rudeus felt his ribcage press down on the parietal pleura of his lungs. Until the inter-pleural space of his lungs was compressed tightly.

Just a few more centimeters and that pleural space would puncture and a transudative effusion would result. Just a few more centimeters past that and a tension pneumothorax would rob the young boy of his ability to breath. These were the thoughts that swirled within the inner mind of the middle-aged man. Medical facts that he absorbed by passive diffusion while scrolling through forums for writing his own cyberpunk fantasy novel. A poor attempt to calm his panicking mind as two creamy planetoids squeezed him flat.

L…Lillia…

Rudeus realized that he had shot up into the worst place possible. He was now lodged d eeper in the cavernous space within Lilia’s backside.

The fumes that spread within this enclosed space were of a greater, indescribable intensity. In a horrible complement, the heated toxic atmosphere in this claustrophobic space baked the young boy’s brain.

His mouth was left opened like a gasping fish. One that would be forced to drink the salty brine that continued to stream within this sodden ravine. A veritable waterboarding. Even if his eyes were left open, Rudeus would not be able to see. His sense of touch was barely there. The neurons that lined his dermatome were overwhelmed by the numbing pressure of two mountains pressing down on him. At this point, i t was a miracle that the young boy had not popped like a grape.

A miracle that would be tested. As the blood pulsed through the heated walls. A gushing of sanguineous fluid within the organic infrastructure of Lilia’s canyons, that coincided with a clenching compress upon Rudeus’s frame. His body burned and lightning shot through his joints in agony with each tense of the inner curvature of Lilia’s rump.

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Breath in…

The flesh of the maid’s ass swelled inward with each cycle of the mantra she adopted to banish such licentious thoughts.

Breath out…

She wanted to be a good maid for the young master .

Breath in…

She wanted to be a role model as someone who doesn’t fall prey to perversions.

Breath out…

Yet, the tickling sensation within her glutes seemed to only increase in its presence. As the heat and the stimulation it conferred seemed to gain mass. Not literally. Rather it became harder to ignore. Especially as it reached deep down into her organic ravine. Towards the festering flower hidden within.

I just wish that I can physically squish whatever’s causing this feeling.

It was then that a nascent sensation bubbled up within the maid. Not a new emotion, but a physical force. Just waiting to be let out.

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“Haaaah—“

COUGH

COUGH

COUGH

Rudeus could taste the iron in his mouth.

A welcome change as the young boy was suffocating on the firm rubber of Lilia’s inner ass cheeks just moments ago. However ,t he progress he had made was not good enough.

Rudeus had found a pocket of space that was less compressing than the rest of the swampy entrapment. However, despite being able to take deeper breaths in this pocket of space, the breaths that he took were like sharp daggers that traveled down his larynx. Undoubtedly, it was the source of the noxious atmosphere.

Even with his mind melting from the heat and pressure of Lilia’s malodorous hindquarters, Rudeus was able to extrapolate where his head and upper torso ended up.

Oh…god…

It was the space right in front of the maid’s anus.

Rudeus did not need to see , to imagine the slobbering rosebud in front of him. Wrinkles arranged in a radiating pattern from a tight hole. A crown that pulsed with a fetid warmth . A s the bowel’s atmosphere slowly leaked out like a deflating balloon.

The deathly musk of the mature woman’s insides burned at Rudeus’s face. He was finally able to breathe, but each breath carried the young boy closer to the terminus of the seven years of his life.

Just a few breaths…then I can try…for Lilia’s front—

PFFFRRRRTTTT

Rudeus’s body was too weakened, and his senses too eroded, to anticipate the rumbling that bubbled behind the twitching anal folds. Of the rectal air that was to come volleying out and blast the young boy’s senses clean. His mind blanked as the fiery oxygen burned up the alveoli in his lungs and attacked his nose and eyes. It was a chemical assault equivalent to a biochemical weapon.

Li—

PFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTT

Rudeus could barely think of his maid’s name , as he was forced to endure another flood of pernicious gas at point blank range. If it hadn’t already, the exposed and unexposed patches of Rudeus’s skin was burned a deep red. Blister s manifested on the young boy’s skin as gaseous flames of methane weighed heavily on the convulsing tiny’s body. The jerks and seizing of his body did not follow any pattern or plan. Just a visceral reaction that his body was displaying in the face of hell being breathed out by a paradise.

A paradise that the NEET in a former life watched through a monitor. On the computer screen, a simple winking anus hidden behind the voluptuous curves of a porn model.

Now, it served as the instrument of his destruction, and it was carried by one of the women that cared so deeply for him in this life.

The walls around Rudeus rolled over him. His mind broken by the gaseous assault.

Lilia…

He prayed to the maid…as if she were an object of divinity. Much like he treated Roxy’s panties. Alas, the living landscape of Lilia’s posterior was not benevolent or charitable. It was a violent goddess that took away Rudeus’s autonomy, mobility, and even his senses.

Thus, the young boy…did not know what was to come next.

Gorooaan

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pfffrrrrtttt

The edges of Lilia’s lips turned downward as she felt the first passing of flatulence . It was simply not befitting of the prim appearance she tried to adopt as a maid. However, when she noticed that the gaseous expulsion had attenuated the warmth in rear end, she became a little bit more tolerant of it.

pffffffrrrrrrrtttt

After the second fart, t he strength of that warmth, which seemed to have a life of its own, finally diminished to a point that Lilia felt satisfied with.

Hah~

To think that it would take something so juvenile and crass…a little bit like the young master…

Lilia blushed lightly at the thought. As she grabbed the bindings around her ponytail and undid the loop. Letting the locks of red hair fall to her shoulders as she thought of her young master in a humorous light.

… It’s not bothering that much now…but should I be thorough, and extinguish this feeling , completely?

Lilia…tapped her fingers against her kneecaps, before moving one hand over her abdomen. Was it something she ate? She pressed down and felt a groan deep within percolate through her intestinal chambers.

I guess that I am quite fond of Rudeus to be thinking of him in such a light.

The maid bit her lip. As she debated whether to be thorough in utterly quashing the romantic hues that her mind painted her affair with Paul Greyrat.

Lilia’s shoulders tensed and she leaned forward ever so slightly. She felt her fatty anal lips bulge and a brewing storm grow within her bowels. Much stronger than the—

pppfffrrttppfffrrrrrrrtttt

Lillia closed her eyes as she committed the unbecoming action. The gas was so strong that the maid could feel the rim of her anal orifice ripple open.

Haah~

Finally, she was done. The feeling was gone. The battle within her mind won. Lilia clenched her butt once and then twice. The foreign sensation had vanished . Instead, it was supplanted by a mild disturbance within her intestines. However, it was much more manageable and not deserving of thought. As Lilia attributed the new sensation to the violent passing of air.

The mature woman waved her hand in the air. To fan away the byproducts of her body, before laying down on her bed. Then she rolled under her covers and allowed the warmth of the bedding to lull her into unconsciousness.

I hope…that young master…is enjoying his time as a guest…

Then the night quietly passed for the maid. Until the tickle in the mature woman’s intestinal tract was lost among the natural rolling peristalsis of her digestive system.

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It was the calm before the storm. However, Rudeus’s mind had put itself back together just in time for his thoughts to voice its cultivated pessimism.

PPPFFFRRTT

The gaseous expulsion r ipped the young boy’s senses from his mind , and his clothes from his body . It was a storm that exceeded the cumulonimbus clouds summoned by Roxy and his spell. One that was tainted with caustic methane gases that spilled out of a see gaping void . As Lilia ’s donut hole widened right in front of him.

PPFFFRRRRRRRTTTT

The second volley of flatulence, which continued from the first , dislodged Rudeus from the glue of sweat and unrelenting pressure of flesh . He was finally freed, but his was mind reeling, his body was damaged, and his senses were irreversibly changed. Furthermore, the young boy’s small body fell into the ensuing vacuum . Into the anal aperture as it returned to its normal width

Plop

Like a candy or small morsel dropping onto a person’s tongue, the young boy’s body fell through Lilia’s anal lips. Just before they sealed shut and claimed him.

III: Assimilated into the Maid’s Divinity

Rudeus’s mind floated in a void. His five senses were nearly obliterated from the time that he spent within Lilia’s ass. However, that may have been a blessing for the young boy who had fallen past that fatty crown. As he was now being carried by the pulsing motions of the mature woman’s intestinal tract. The ribbed canal sucked and pinched at his skin, with its cloying grasp. The atmosphere of the sealed space was like that of another planet. Methane and other elements disproportionately swelled Rudeus’s nearly dead lungs. Just the barest traces of oxygen diffused through his blood stream to reach his degrading muscles and organs. The skin of his body softened and tore. Violaceous ulcers and ruddy gashes opened on his bare skin. In the blistering heat of the contracting canal, Rudeus’s body felt frigid cold. As the liquid red dribbled out of his wounds. A chill that was counteracted by the growing fire transmitted by his deep visceral innervations. Neurons, that had been untouched until this moment, were now vulnerable to the grime that slowly pervaded through his existence. From entering the many new and old orifices on the young boy’s body.

It was an agonizing fire that built up and stimulated the shredded remains of his mind. The young boy, who was once so afraid to go outside his country home due to trauma from his past life, was forced to endure a different type of hell. The verbal abuse and physical humiliation seemed so little to what he was currently experiencing.

Just being in the grasp of a dear friend, an aware and gentle Sylphy, was enough to leave Rudeus with lasting injuries. In contrast, being in contact with his maid, the increasingly kind Lilia who was unaware of his presence, was just enough to destroy him.

Yet, despite his wishes, Rudeus’s mind slowly pieced itself back together as the night continued. In addition, the senses that had been so thoroughly obliterated slowly reclaimed some semblance of a functioning capacity.

GOROOANN

no…

The young boy shivered as he first heard the first of many creaks and squeaks of Lilia’s enteral tract. He fully expected the next avalanche of pressurized flatulence to tear his form apart once more. The young boy waited for the moment that his life would come to an end. However, such an incident did not occur. Rudeus had not realized by now, but that weaponized g as flowed freely around him. The noxious methane filled up every aspect of the environment.

The reason that the young boy did not notice this earlier was because of his returning senses. As they adapted, habituated, to the alien environment that he was thrust into. For, if the nearly destroyed cranial nerves responsible for smell and sight were to be functioning in their proper capacity, then Rudeus would experience an overwhelming terror as his mind and body were crushed by the revolting stimuli.

Thus, his muted senses, like that of a worm, were a blessing. Lest he still bore the capacity of a human. Then the internal canal buried deep within Lilia’s backside and abdomen would be much too divinely powerful. Like a human that stared at divinity for too long and found their eyes melting out of their sockets.

GO RSLOSH

However, it came at a cost. With these nearly numbed senses, the young boy would not be able to survive in the outside world as anything much more than a worm.

was I too foolish…like Icarus…trying to soar up…?

The pessimistic predilections that Rudeus had tried to abandon in his new life reared its way back into his fragile mind. As he was sucked in deeper. Through the winding path of Lilia’s rear.

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The maid in question was sleeping soundly.

Her mind tired from the business that she mentally attended to in the next town over. Her senses fatigued from being sharpened to look out for the children. Her body was covered in slight aches and pains from the swift trek back to the Greyrat home.

Thus, the mature woman restlessly tossed and turned in her sleep. The former adventurer burning off the extraneous energy that was unearthed from the uncommon utilization of her old skills.

Lilia was too deep in slumber to notice her covers bundle up around her hindquarters, or that one of her arms and legs laid out over the edge of the bed. Therefore, the slumbering woman could not possibly notice the minuscule debris that rolled through her insides. A piece of waste that got further and further away from her rear entrance. Refuse that was barely a tickle as it traversed the winding path of her vacant innards.

The maid ha d gone without a meal to day . D ue to business in the neighboring town and the sudden return to the Greyrat Household. Therefore, a greater feeling of disturbance rolled over the sleeping woman. A pang of hunger that rolled out as a low roar from her stomach. A muffled sound that caused the red-haired woman to slightly grimace.

As her stomach needed to be fed.

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Borborygmi …

Rudeus tried to tether his mind to some calming foundation. As the young boy rationalized and sanitized the sensations he felt within Lilia’s digestive tract. As that was all that he could do. The overwhelming heat and scent filled his senses. While his tongue was too weak to eke out a taste of his surroundings. Not that Rudeus wanted to now .

If such a thought were to enter his mind at the moment, then it would bring about a chuckle. How much the young boy salivated at the thought of burying his face into the soft plush of the maid’s wobbling backside. Especially as she kneeled to dust a shelf. However, Lilia always kept an eye out for him. Maybe he shouldn’t have grinned at her with her panties on his head while he was a toddler. There were so many moments throughout the day that she would cast him a disgusted look. Much like the people in the middle-aged man’s home back in his past life. But…that had recently changed. Lilia’s hard, stony, and disapproving expression had softened. There were even times when she smiled at him. It was enough that Rudeus couldn’t help but fantasize of her as an onee-san maid . L ike some of the online stories that he read in his past life.

That very woman…was an ever-present existence for Rudeus. The flow of blood through the walls that encapsulated around him. Taunting him of his inability to escape. The soul-crushing noises of the organic walls crashing against each other. Warning him of the macabre of a fate that awaits him. Finally, in between those deafening noises was the maid’ s soft breathing. A distant gale of wind on the unobservable coast. A reminder of what was lost.

Lilia…I’m sorry that I desecrated your divinity…

Rudeus wanted to scream his plea out. To the woman that might as well have been a goddess to him. However, nothing came out of his dried lips. Instead, a sickly green liquid was secreted out of a hole in the r i bbed walls. This solution of acerbic sludge flowed into the young boy’s open mouth and his wounds.

His mind, tried to piece where he was in the darkness. Such a solution would not have been naturally within the depths of the rectum. Nor in any other parts of the large intestine. The young boy thought that something felt odd against his numb body earlier . As if there were these bumps that were trying to massage him down. Rudeus was not able to properly recognize the small intestine’s villi as the y softened and absorbed his skin and a layer of muscular tissue.

The young boy resembled a degraded anatomical model more than a human at this point. Unable to move as he was bathed in green bile and clear lipases. The fat on his frame began to sizzle. Then, finally the deep nerve endings of his body, that were still intact, noticed the fiery agony that spread throughout his core. A torture that Rudeus had to endure in silence. Even if he were able to pound his hands against the contracting walls of the duodenum, and y ell his lungs out, the sleeping maid would not notice. Rather, the growing sloshes and growling of her stomach cavity were the stronger stimulus of the two.

Rudeus amounted less to the maid than the starved stomach that wanted to be fed. The latter not even that uncommon an occurrence. Considering how much time and effort she needed to put into cleaning the Greyrat household. That was how little Rudeus was and mattered. A s the walls around him collapsed. The reverse peristalsis of the intestinal tract was complete, and the young boy was gripped by a sphincter of profound heat and acidity, before he was pulled through.

Rudeus was shuttled all the way from the end of Lilia’s digestive tract and to her stomach. A destination determined by the unconscious woman’s body. As she decided to forgo any meals to reach the young master quicker.

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The maid’s lips rippled and morphed. The edges of her lips returned from a downward droop to their neutral state. As the vociferous growling of her stomach quieted. The sharp pangs, that ebbed along the lining of the neglected digestive organ, disappeared. So too…did the little mass…that traveled through her gastrointestinal system.

Hours passed. Lilia tossed and turned in her bed. The light of the sun spilled out through the window. Yet the red-haired woman continued to slumber. She rolled the front of her body onto the bed and dug her face into the comfort of her pillow. The swells of her posterior jutted out. Then she laid there, quietly snoring, even as a slight noise echoed through the house. Of a young half-elf entering the Greyrat household .

I n search of a shrunken friend.

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Slosh

Sylphy

Rudeus Greyrat did not last long in the stomach. As his body was slurped up the distal end of Lilia’s pyloric sphincter. A ring of muscle that spat him out into the antrum of the maid’s wrinkled stomach. A stomach that was already flooded with digestive acids. As the stimulation of her duodenum elicited the stomach’s inner lining to secrete the frothing digestive liquid. Fresh foam bubbled up to the surface as Rudeus finally found his body’s strength.

Mom…dad…

Glursh

Only for each movement of his small body to tear and dissolve the flimsy framework of his muscles.

Roxy …

S lursh

Then the young boy’s body fell into the rippled surface of the pulsing stomach walls. A muscular surface that churned and swirled the dissolving liquid. Thereby dousing the prey with a fresh batch of enzymes each second. The clear liquid became tinged by the red of freed vessels, muscles, and organs that flowed out of Rudeus collapsing frame.

Lilia…

Buruglorsh

All it took , for the young boy’s life to be terminated, was for the beefy rugae of Lilia’s stomach to collapse over him .

The stomach’s surprise meal was reduced to a meaty homogeneous paste of red.

Some processed gunk got caught in the folds of the maid’s stomach lining, while the rest was immediately sent back down into the intestinal tract. Regardless, the powerful metabolism of the former adventurer and active maid made sure that all the ruddy pulp was collected in her duodenum once more. Doused in green bile before spilling out through the ribbed organic ravine like a small stream. One that became smaller and slower as the small intestine’s villi absorbed the essence that constituted Rudeus’s existence.

The pulpy red liquid that was once a young boy, who was once a middle-aged man in another world, was now transformed into a dense brown solid. One that was robbed of its thin moisture and covered in a slimy mucus as it returned to its entry point. Now it’s new exit.

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What!!

Sylphy blinked several times as she walked into Rudeus’s room. Or what she thought was her friend’s room. As the young boy wasn’t on the bed that the half-elf left him at. Instead, there was the slumbering body of the family’s red-haired maid.

Did she find Rud y ?

Sylphy tip-toed through the room. As she tried to not wake up the woman named Lilia.

“Rud y ?”

Sylphy whispered.

Earlier, she didn’t hear or see anyone else in the house. The kind young girl had looked for Rud y ’s mom and dad first. To check with them no how her friend was doing, but she couldn’t find them anywhere.

This route of action that the half-elf took was the result of Rud eus never getting the chance to tell her that his parents had left him alone for a couple of days.

Even now, Rudeus would not get the chance to tell Sylphy this. Not just because his body had been converted into a small loaf of ordure, but because his new state would not allow him any means of speech.

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Where…where am I?

The young boy could not remember.

What happened?

He could not even recall what happened the day prior. His last memory was of Sylphy and him frolicking near the flower garden.

Rudeus tried to move his body. Instead, he felt a surge of stiffness pervade through his form . As if the joints within him were involuntarily clenching. Like when he sat too long on the toilet and could not move his leg. A leaden limb that buzzed, and any effort to move it felt odd, unfamiliar, and wrong. However, this is how the young boy felt with his entire existence . He was paralyzed.

Not only that, but it felt like he was encased by something soft, yet tight. A wrapping that trapped not only heat around his body, but a thick coating of moisture and a pungent aroma. Regrettably, this was not the worst experience for Rudeus. As he felt something revolting sat within the area of what felt like his mouth. A disgusting filth that elicited a wave of revulsion over his existence. All the while, his body would convulse. Not in response to the disgusting taste, but of some greater will.

Hey! Is anyone there! ?

The young boy had to focus his mind on what sounded like creaking floorboards. Someone was walking nearby. Finally, the thick shadow that obscured his heated prison was lifted . Rudeus had to squint for a second before realizing who was looking down on him.

Sylphy!!

The green-haired half elf was looking down and around him. In her hand was a blanket that was lifted . The young girl’s brows were furrowed, as if she was looking for something. That was not on the forefront of Rudeus’s mind. Rather, the most alarming thing, aside from his paralysis, was that Sylphy looked bigger.

No…she looks…smaller.

Finally, yesterday’s memories flooded Rudeus’s mind. From being shrunk during the middle of the day to being placed onto the bed…until day became night.

Right…I shrunk…but I’m bigger now. This is great! The spell is wearing off. I just need…wait…why is Sylphy frowning?

The young boy tried to say something, anything, but he could not feel the familiar vibration of cords deep within his throat. Rather the area oddly pulsed and ached. As there was a build-up behind his sealed lips. Lips that were covered in some bitter liquid.

I just need to…come on…

Rudeus settled for expelling any sort of noise. He tried to work his disregarding muscles. It took all his mind and energy to work the muscles that refused to budge. Thus, what resulted was the culmination of all the talent and skill that his current body possessed.

pffffrrrtttt

A revolting swill of gas passed through his rippling lips. Before they s napped inward once more. His friend’s face morphed into one of disgust, she brought her fingers to cover her nose, and then her eyes widened.

As if in shock.

Rudeus was unable to register the last change in Sylphy’s facial expression. It was hard enough with the center of his vision covered by some black clothing.

However, after the aerosolized toxins spread through and past his puckered lips, Rudeus recalled what happened during the early night.

Lilia entered the room. She sat…upon him. Then she crushed his sides with the fat and muscle of her rear. To the point that his very life was compressed to a nearly suffocating death. Then…

Rudeus’s mind experienced a sharp pain. Like someone was digging into it with an ice pick. He didn’t want to remember. Why?

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Sylphy was frightened. Of the thought that maybe Rud y was not found before the maid decided to sleep on her bed. The half-elf recalled that he was extremely tired when she left him. Unable to even lift himself up. Maybe the maid did find Rud y , and he was resting somewhere that Sylphy hadn’t looked yet.

What if I stepped on him!

Sylphy quickly lifted one leg and then the other. She held both legs by her knee and turned her foot up to her face. The young girl was relieved to see that there was nothing but dirt and dust on her footwear. However, that still didn’t settle the most pressing matter.

If Ms. Lilia did find Rud y , then I’m sure that I can explain myself.

Sylphy gulped as she tried to build up her courage. She looked at the maid who was still sleeping peacefully. The half-elf could have just woken up the maid and asked her where Rud y was. However, she was too afraid of being asked what she was talking about. What adult would believe her if she said that Rud y suddenly shrunk. Especially without proof. The casual disregard that adults had for children, was something that the bullied girl knew all too well.

I’ll just lift the bed covers.

Sylphy could feel goosebumps cover her skin . A s she felt the soft texture of the covering against the pads of her fingers. The light sheet felt much heavier than usual. As the young girl felt dragged down by the weight of guilt .

She pulled the white covering up and saw that the maid’s nightgown was also pulled up. Thus, the half-elf was blessed with a view of the jostling curves of the red-haired woman’s ass. A shelf of fat and muscle encased in her black lingerie. Sylphy tried to ignore the sight. A sight that she believed that Rudeus’s eyes would linger on for a bit.

Why does he always stare at them?

The seven-year-old wondered as she looked around the roundness of the maid’s buttocks. However, she didn’t capture a single glimpse of her friend.

Maybe the maid did find him. Should I wake her…

pffffrrrtttt

Sylphy frowned and brought her hand up to her face. As the putrid stench wafted up to her nose.

Ugh…so disgusting. If Rud y was there, then he would have…

Sylphy’s eyes widened as she saw a small object fly up and land on the covers. It reminded her of a bird regurgitating a pellet. Or a pet coughing up some feathers or fur. The processed remains of a prey.

Sylphy’s copper red eyes were focused on the torn pieces of fabric. Barely discernible as nothing more than a couple of scraps. However, the young girl that witnessed Rudeus shrink right before her eyes, knew the truth.

Her eyes welled up with heavy tears. Hands trembling, she let go of the covers and dashed away. As she was convinced that she sent her only friend to be devoured by the ravenous fat of the maid’s ass.

Sylphy ran and shut the door behind her. The loud noise of the door slamming was the impetus needed to finally w a ke the red-haired woman up.

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Sylphy! Where…where are you going!?

Compelled by the tearful visage of his friend, Rudeus tried to move. However, his stamina had been fully exhausted at this point. Thus, the young boy was left shocked as the world around him moved, but not in the way he wanted. His vision swam as the room blurred, and two wrinkled surfaces approached and then rammed against the underside of his body. A rubbery surface that compressed the underside of his existence with a rough pressure. At the ends of both meaty planes were five bulbous projections. They curled and uncurled.

Then Rudeus felt the muscles within him pulled tautly as his whole body began to vibrate. A feminine voice, so powerful that it felt like he was just underneath the woman, vibrated his body.

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Lilia woke up and sat on top of her bed. She curled her legs and plopped the heft of her rear on the back of her calves. The heel of her feet pushed pleasantly against the fatty layer of her rump. A wealth of adipose tissue that was added to her frame from her more sedentary and safe activities.

Hmm~ Did I put on another pound? My ass feels a little chubbier.

Lilia yawned before stretching her arms outward. Her toes scrunched lazily before she got off her bed and walked to the restroom.

I don’t think that I ate anything yesterday. Maybe I didn’t fully evacuate my bowels of the roast from two days ago.

Lilia sighed as she entered the restroom and walked to the black cauldron.

Ugh…I knew that eating that pig was a bad idea.

She wiggled her rear and pressed her hands against her hips. The maid pinched the slight layer of flab and grimaced at the damage done to her once lean adventurer’s build.

They always seem to cling onto my body for longer than they should.

Lilia pulled up her nightgown and groaned as the joints in her body creaked. As she lowered her posterior down and onto the cool touch of the receptacle.

A black cauldron that was filled with the refuse of the family of the house.

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Rudeus saw the world shake in front of him as she flew through the sky. No, that wasn’t right. It was his body that was wobbling. The young boy felt his skin moisten. As liquid began to s eep out of his own body. A discomforting experience as he could taste the briny residue almost as if it were on his tongue. The filthy object that was still on his tongue was ramming against his sealed lips. Aside from the taste, it felt like his entire face was being rammed by this minute object.

What is going on…it’s almost like my body sustained major nervous damage…was that from being squeezed to near death in…

Rudeus saw where they were. Rather, he saw where Lilia was. The mirror of the restroom showed the busty maid in her full glory. The nightgown hugged her body tightly. Except for the swell of her ass. As the soft fabric sat upon the upper curvature of the lace-covered rump.

Wait…the shadow above my vision…and in the center of it…

Rudeus slowly connected the dots. The bottom hem of the nightgown that sat right above Lilia’s creamy cheeks and the black panties that sunk down into the deep space of those mountainous globes.

I…I…can’t be.

However, Rudeus’s fears was confirmed as the nightgown fell over Lilia’s wobbling posterior. As the young boy’s vision, was simultaneously eclipsed by the soft fabric.

Only momentarily, as the next couple of strides of the maid’s saunter brought her squarely to the murky cauldron. The nightgown was lifted, and the panties were pulled down. Finally, Rudeus’s vision was fully unveiled. He was nothing more than extra padding on his red-haired maid’s ass.

Then the final portion of memories filled Rudeus’s head. He had died. Claimed by Lilia’s fetid rosebud, forced along her intestinal tract, and then digested in her stomach. The pounding in the young boy’s mouth…in the ass’s rectum…was by the remains of his prior existence. His second life brought to an unfortunate end. At the unknowing hands of someone that he thought he could form a positive relationship with.

As the middle-aged man, who became a boy in another world, was now a layer of fat and muscle on the ass of a maid that he had a complicated relationship with.

If the ass was of a more amicable disposition, then he might have thought that such a long-winded story might have made a decent title. Instead, he silently screamed at what was about to unfold. Of another callous and uncaring world that he was born into.

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Disposal Scene

Lilia relaxed the muscles in her body. The maid gripped her hands on the sides of the cauldron like she always did. As the receptacle was not one where an individual could easily release their bowel movements on while sitting.

Care had to be taken otherwise a mess would occur.

Fortunately, the remains of the pig were pushed out of Lilia’s muscular ring without much trouble.

The wrinkles of the oily hole diminished in prominence as it yawned open. The dark crown of the processed manure poked out of the rim of the maid’s anal orifice. The homogeneous mass was a constant and pleasing stimulation for the woman who had many other things to worry about.

Such as returning to the company of Paul and Zenith Greyrat before the end of the day.

There was no fanfare to be had by this professionally minded woman. The wrinkled muscles of her anal ring fanned out as the girth of the steaming loaf was pushed out past its halfway point. A cylinder of feces that was obliterated of any discernible features of the human that once composed it. From there, it was a simple cooperation between rectal muscles and gravity for the rest of the excrement to flow and plop down with the rest of the family’s shit.

Most likely to be thrown into a stream on a later date

This was observed by a revolted and horrified layer of ass fat.

Disposal Scene End

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The ass felt the muscles of his body move and collide against one another without his input. He could only watch as the maid’s panties was pulled back up and entrap his body in a sea of warmth and oily sweat. A deluge of bodily fluids that would pour out of his pores without consent. As the mature woman dressed for a new day and a long trek back to the neighboring town.

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Hmm~ should I visit the young master at Sylphy’s home?

The maid thought as she got dressed. Her hindquarters wobbled until she snugly fitted her stockings and maid outfit on.

No… young master has his own reasons for spending his time with a girl of his age. Developing a sense of independence is important for someone his age.

The maid couldn’t help but smile. As she thought that the young boy was finally developing into a healthy adult. Unaware that he was much closer to her than she thought. For now, and the foreseeable future.

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Within the void of reality, was a lone nondescript figure. His name, Hitogami, and he was in a fit of laughter.

“Aahahahaha…”

“I can’t believe that piece of shit was such a dumbass.”

“Hahahaha…”

“Aha~ Wait. I guess he’s both a literal shit and some fat lining his maid’s ass.”

Hitogami pounded his chest as he stifled his uproar. The god-like entity watched the events that unfolded through this reality like a story.

“Hmm~ maybe I should tinker with the abilities of the women in this world more often. Perhaps a more astounding effect than the spontaneous shrinking of an individual would result.”

Hitogami grinned.

“Although, watching Rudeus unknowingly get reduced to a layer of fat on someone that cared about him…is a sight that I would like to see again. Or at least something similar.”

Hitogami said as he plotted.

The End