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Dylan Sprayberry started hiring shrinkees as soon as the program started. What he loves to do is use them as fart cushion while he chills on his laptop or watch TV.

He loves hiring new shrinkees as they have the best reaction to his first farts.
When the shrinkee is good, Dylan lets them have fun and gives them lots of break.
But when they are bad at it, like Tom, he has fun "training" them.

As soon as Dylan blasted his first fart, Tom started coughing and gagging madly and almost passed out. Dylan knows he'll have fun.
"If you can't be a cushion for more than an hour, I'll have to train you." Dylan smirks while he lets his shrinkee have some pure air.
"What do you mean by training?" Tom asks, on the verge of vomiting.
"I mean, making you build some resistance to my farts" Dylan scoffs.
Tom is still confused, but he quickly understands when Dylan puts him in a jar, which smells terrible, and fart in it before closing it tightly.
"Welcome to the fart jar, you'll stay here while I go out" Dylan smiles, and leaves Tom.

Tom is suffocating in the jar, no pure can enter, only Dylan's horrendous gas is here to breathe. He regrets becoming a shrinkee, and he knows his torment will not stop when Dylan comes back.

Dylan comes back, hours later, Tom is on his knees. Tom is so hopeful when Dylan opens the jar, but the lid is quickly replaced by Dylan's ass as he blasts another fart.
"I hope for you that this will make you a better cushion, because I'm not very patient." Dylan says while shaking the jar.
Dylan loves to break in newbies.

Description
Dylan Sprayberry started hiring shrinkees as soon as the program started. What he loves to do is use them as fart cushion while he chills on his laptop or watch TV.

He loves hiring new shrinkees as they have the best reaction to his first farts.
When the shrinkee is good, Dylan lets them have fun and gives them lots of break.
But when they are bad at it, like Tom, he has fun "training" them.

As soon as Dylan blasted his first fart, Tom started coughing and gagging madly and almost passed out. Dylan knows he'll have fun.
"If you can't be a cushion for more than an hour, I'll have to train you." Dylan smirks while he lets his shrinkee have some pure air.
"What do you mean by training?" Tom asks, on the verge of vomiting.
"I mean, making you build some resistance to my farts" Dylan scoffs.
Tom is still confused, but he quickly understands when Dylan puts him in a jar, which smells terrible, and fart in it before closing it tightly.
"Welcome to the fart jar, you'll stay here while I go out" Dylan smiles, and leaves Tom.

Tom is suffocating in the jar, no pure can enter, only Dylan's horrendous gas is here to breathe. He regrets becoming a shrinkee, and he knows his torment will not stop when Dylan comes back.

Dylan comes back, hours later, Tom is on his knees. Tom is so hopeful when Dylan opens the jar, but the lid is quickly replaced by Dylan's ass as he blasts another fart.
"I hope for you that this will make you a better cushion, because I'm not very patient." Dylan says while shaking the jar.
Dylan loves to break in newbies.