Unfortunate Dr. Jeremy (commission)

Today's been quite fruitful. So many experiments, so many test subjects. All gone now. Pity, really. There's still quite enough time for one more test. But all of my little helpers have been used up. Oh, well, I suppose I'll just have to. Oh, goodness. What now?

So, the bad news. There has been a rather severe accident in Doctor Jeremy's lab. The good news? Doctor Jeremy has kindly decided to volunteer for today's final experiment. Oh, don't give me that look. You know the lab's policy on test subjects being drafted from the ranks of the staff in a pinch. Besides, don't pretend like you haven't wanted an excuse to get closer to me, Doctor Jeremy. I've seen the lingering looks you give me when you think I'm distracted. The expression on your face whenever I bend over is something to behold. As I recall, you knew the risks of working in this lab. You knew there was a very real chance that you might one day wind up in one of my test tubes. And judging by that blush on your face, I'm beginning to suspect that you actually wanted that to happen. Oh my dear doctor, you could have just asked, you know. I wonder what it is you were hoping to happen. Were you hoping that you might wind up being one of my mid morning snacks? A sweet little crunchy collie to get me through the day. Perhaps you wanted to be plunged into the vast mountainous embrace of my breasts, smothered deep down in my bosom with the others. Maybe you had planned on being able to talk your way into my good books, to be taken home, or to be one of my own private playthings. Or perhaps you just wanted to crawl about on the floor until I sonoured by, only to mistake you for a cockroach and crush you under my shoe. No, I tease. I know exactly what you'd want from me. Doctor Jeremy, you've been craving an up close look at my ass from the moment you applied for this position. Well, guess what, Doctor, Today is your lucky day. I've got a very special experiment in mind just for you. You will be the control subject in an ongoing series of tests to see how certain factors can affect a tiny's ability to hold their breath in a hot, confined space. Like for instance, inside my ass. But lucky you, you won't be getting any plugs or tubes or helmets or drug injections or anything like that. It'll just be you, your lungs and my superior posterior. Sound like fun. I can see you trembling. I wonder if that's fear or excitement. Either way, it's not like you have a choice. Test elements are as follows. Subject Doctor Jeremy shift current size 1 inch expected lung capacity minimal. Test location my ass expected outcome. Subject once inserted into my backside will suffocate within oh 30 seconds or so. Test beginning in 321. Bye bye doc.

Well, subject is is squirming quite a lot, but I'm probably trying to get out. The timer is still going. Subject is. That was unexpected. Test results are as follows. Subject lasted for approximately 17 seconds without showing signs of fading until unexpected muscular clenching cause subject to be crushed. In future, suggest further subjects be tied up to prevent excessive stimulation. Goodness me.

No, I tease. I know exactly what you'd want from me. Doctor Jeremy, you've been craving an up close look at my ass from the moment you applied for this position. Well, guess what, Doctor? Today's your lucky day. I've got a very special experiment in mind just for you. It's nice and simple. The effects of a huge hulking ass on a teeny tiny pervert. Test elements are as follows. Subject 1 Doctor Jeremy's shift Current size 1 inch weight insignificant. Subject to my ass. Current size, perfectly plump weight, Immeasurable expected outcome. Subject 1 will be immediately and permanently squashed into a sticky paste by Subject 2. Experiment will commence in 321. Bye bye doc.

Oh, test results are exactly as predicted. Oh yes, a fruitful day indeed.