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-What The F*ck Modifications-

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It's a few days later and I'm about to do another live stream with my fans. I'm sprawled out on my couch wearing a pair of cutoff high-waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. I give a summary of everything that's happened, especially how my fart filter had been failing at being a fart filter. "It just wasn't working out", I mutter gravely, before looking up at the camera with a sly grin, "I had the realization that I've been going about this whole situation the wrong way. I thought that if I could get A Tiny Embrace to modify my fart filter to look more like a fart filter, then perhaps he'd act more like a fart filter.".

I realize this could sound confusing, so I go on to explain, along with a demonstration. I reveal that my desire was to have a shrunken man who was also a futuristic tool that would suck up all of my farts, but not make any sort of sound or smell. I have with me my l*ttle red box and I open it to take out my new modified toy. Holding him up to the camera, I detail all of the new improvements. The first was to have his mouth sewn shut, which means he has no choice but to breathe through his nose. I wasn't a fan of the tape or b*ll gag because they could fail, which was super annoying and I needed a solution for it ( remember the foreshadowing I mentioned? ). I point out that he doesn't have any arms anymore and his skin has been replaced with this bl*ck rubbery substance, which expands like a balloon when he breathes my g*s. I also explain how they removed his bones to allow enough room for his lungs to expand. The part I'm really excited about is that when he starts to deflate, the rubbery substance will give off a citrusy scent, and boom, no more smell.

Barely containing my excitement at sharing the rest, I sit up and announce, "Now we get to what I like c*ll 'What The F*ck' modifications.", and I smile wickedly before continuing to detail some super f*cked up modifications: his senses have been magnified 5 fold ( which I'm sure we all know why *wink wink* ); he's been castrated; and he is forever awake. What the f*ck, right? "He's just going to have to get used to his new life as my personal giantess s*x toy.", I go on nonchalantly, "Unable to move or rest, and no more complaining!", and I bounce up and down in my delight. "Oh, and it's PERMANENT!", I burst while practically vibrating with exhilarating electricity, "No way to reverse it!". I give a shuddering moan as I recount what an experience it is to have him shoved up my *sshole and have his balloon-like body expanding as he takes every l*ttle bit of my repugnant fumes into his lungs.

Throughout all of this, I'm letting loose one long bassy bubbler after another, usually right after I've made a point or shared something exciting - which is kind of throughout the entire live stream . Pointing out that I apparently have a lot to give right now - the continuous stream of butt belching - I decide it's time to go so I can handle this gassy business. But not before saying goodbye with a wink and one last booty ripper.

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-Modification Obsession-

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It's been about 2 weeks, and I bob into view, propelled along by a ponytail bouncing trouser-trumpet, wearing a dark grey pair of short shorts, that happen to cup perfectly right under my round cheeks, and a light gray tank top. I have a bl*ck box with me, much like the red one, so we can only imagine what's inside. I babble about how much fun I had modifying my last shrunken man, and how I found the urge to continue experimenting absolutely irresistible. When I pop open the box, it becomes apparent that there are several tiny men inside. I ponderously fish around inside and select the one I think should work for today's purpose. Bringing him close to my face, I let him know that I understand he must have loads of questions, and I promise to explain everything soon. I end this remark with a nice long wet ripper flapping out of my backside.

I grab 2 more small boxes, a silver one, and the red one from before. Opening the red box first, I pull out WTF Modification Guy, and opening the silver box next, I remove a different guy who is all taped up ( much like the 1st one used to be ). I hold up all three next to each other, with the new unmodified one facing the other 2. "Do you see these 2?", I question the new arrival, "They used to be just like you. This one - and I hold up my indestructible rubbery balloon guy - failed me repeatedly.", which I proceed to list off just how I was failed by him and what happened as a result - AKA the WTF Modifications . "Now, do you see this one? - and I hold up my tied and taped guy - See, I missed having a muffler with these specific modifications, so once WTF Modification guy became WTF Modification guy, I needed a replacement, and he had the misfortune of being next."

"This will serve as your one and only warning.", I remark coldly, "If you scream, wiggle, slack off or misbehave. Or if you're simply a terrible fart filter. - and I hold up the modified fart mufflers one more time - Then you know what your path is going to be." and satisfied with my 'double' warning, I put my modified men back in their respective boxes.

"Now", I punctuate, "You WILL worship, and I mean WORSHIP, whatever body part of my choosing", and this is punctuated even further by a wet bubbly fart steadily rolling out from my backside. "Did you notice you came in a box full of you-sized shrunken men?", I quiz emphatically, "This means you are replaceable in this unmodified form of yours, and you've seen how inventive and creative I can be.". Feeling as though I've clearly defined the rules and consequences of this new adventure for my new toy, I turn around and shove him down the back of my shorts and up into my *ss, purporting, "I think it's time for your first official test! It's real simple. All you have to do is inhale all of my g*s before I can smell it or hear it." and quacking out a fart, I find myself waving away the air and pinching shut my nose. "Oh, we have so much work to do. You'll need lots and lots of training.", and I wander off to do just that, puttering out l*ttle toots all along the way.

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This video is a part of an 8-DAY release:

1) 4 days ago , I released the 1st part.

2) 2 days ago , I released the 2nd part.

> Part 2 had been meant to release sooner, but due to a lack of proper editing, I decided to dedicate its original release date towards fine tuning what I had missed.

3) TODAY , I am releasing PART 3 , with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above.

> PART 3 (this Part) had also meant to be released sooner AKA the day after part 2, but I had severely underestimated how much work still needed to happen for it to be fully ready for release.

> I've been editing for 50+ hours since I had the realization. That's how much I value my creations!

4) In 2-3 days , I will release two versions of the "whole video".

)( Version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will also have a nice l*ttle discount for your patience.

}{ Version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3.

> Since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. Therefore, I've made a version which excludes part 1.

> Of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be.

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> Well, it happened. Both versions of the whole video have been delayed for over a day. In managing this complicated and lengthy video, I’ve continued to run out of time to release each part on its original predicted release date.

> Please accept my apologies for these incorrect predictions. Regardless, I hope you still get endless enjoyment from what I consider to be one of the best series I’ve ever had the pleasure to create!

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