Made as a part of a trade with @GiantessScenarios

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Given the recent surge of celebrities owning tinies, one had to be careful when by themselves. With the demand came quite a powerful black market in ‘making’ and selling tinies. Since nobody viewed them as human anymore everything was fair game. Adam never agreed with that though.

As such he went around carelessly, figuring that his concern for them would translate into his not becoming one of them. Unluckily for him, the shrinking virus had recently developed a new ‘strand’. At first, you had to be infected by someone who had it. If you steered clear of them then you’d be safe.

With the demand for tinies growing quicker than the supply available various sellers began lobbying hard to find a solution to appease the market. Soon enough various enlightened minds came together to craft a new version of the shrinking virus. This strand able to be injected into a person with quick results, and no risk of spreading.

Despite being a person of the technology age, Adam was still quite naive to things when it came to the topic of black markets and the like. Thanks to this he became a prime target during a night out drinking. It was late, later than he had ever been drinking before.

After having his fair share of alcohol he left the bar for the empty streets. Barely functioning he was made quick work of, given his inebriated state. He was shrunken down and captured by one of the black marketers.

Having passed out as soon as he shrunk, Adam was quite confused when he awoke to find himself minus a couple of feet and with his new owner. Looking up at her he couldn’t attach a name to her face, a problem she was going to soon settle.

“Well, look who's up and running. I can’t believe a slave like you doesn’t know proper etiquette once bought. I’ve been waiting hours to use you, I almost gave up hope thinking you were dead. Now you’re awake and we’ll get right to it.”

“I’m Ava Max, you know, the singer. Although from now on I’ll be Ms. Max. Understand.” Still quite drunk Adam mumbled out a response. “What was that, tiny?!” He asked, snatching him. “I understand, Ms. Max.” he replied as she squeezed him.

“Good. I hope you’re better at being a cushion than replying to me. Oh yeah, that’s right. From now on you’ll be nothing but my ass slave. That’s right, all that you’ll have to care about in life is keeping my ass nice and comfortable, why don’t we get you started.”

Still squeezing him, Ava lowered Adam down under her tights, setting him in place against her leotard. “Perfect, hopefully, you’re better than the last one, he barely lasted a week down there. Well, I’ve got a concert to perform, and you’ve got an ass to comfort.”

Slapping her ass she forced him to press into one of her cheeks, eliciting a quite painful yelp. With the pressure all around him, he found it fairly hard to move let alone function, in addition to his drunken self. 

Having not yet grasped all that was happening Adam resigned himself to serving this giant ass. As he thought this his brain began to experience the feelings of being covered in her ass sweat and the general funk around him. Feelings which grew stronger as the concert soon started. 

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