Counseling Under the Counter
The Shrinking Virus and the Anal Cling
Sylvia, a renowned psychologist, sat at her desk, anticipating the day's first session. She was about to start a Zoom call when she felt a familiar weight settling on her stool. Her heart sank as she turned to see her husband, Zac, looking up at her with pleading eyes. He was too small to be anywhere else but under her ass, clinging onto her like his life depended on it.
Sylvia sighed, knowing that today was going to be challenging. She couldn't have Zac in the room during confidential sessions, and she couldn't very well leave him outside either. After all, he was too small to wander around on his own. With a sigh, she decided on an unconventional solution.
A Desperate Measure
She carefully laid Zac on her stool and then sat on him, his head level with her crotch. He looked up at her with wide eyes, unsure of what was happening. Sylvia smiled reassuringly before explaining that she had sessions all day long, and he would be down there for hours and hours.
As the first session began, Sylvia tried to focus on her patient's needs while simultaneously ignoring the gnawing discomfort in her gut. Zac was used to being under her ass, but this was different. He could feel the warmth and pressure of her body against his face, making him feel both protected and vulnerable at the same time.
The Fumes of Fury
Unbeknownst to Zac, Sylvia had consumed a breakfast of eggs, milk, and cheese, leaving her feeling particularly gassy. Every time she shifted in her seat, a wave of foul-smelling air would wash over him, causing him to wince in anticipation of an imminent fart.
The second session was even worse. Sylvia couldn't seem to contain her flatulence, and Zac found himself being bombarded by wave after wave of noxious gas. He tried to hold his breath, but the smell was overpowering, and he couldn't help but gag a little.
A Cruel Twist of Fate
Just when Zac thought things couldn't get any worse, Sylvia's third session began. This time, she was dealing with a patient suffering from extreme claustrophobia. As she spoke to the patient, she began to rock back and forth, unknowingly grinding her hips against Zac's face. The sensation was both humiliating and arousing, and Zac couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions.
Hours passed, and Sylvia finished her last session for the day. She stood up, feeling the familiar weight leave her stool. She looked down at Zac, who was coughing and struggling to catch his breath. She sighed, knowing that she would have to find a better solution for tomorrow. As she walked away, she couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of their crazy new life together.
