Kim rips your suit apart, bit by bit
Tiny Paparazzi
chapter 34
by
CrankoWanko
Still brutally chewing on your lower body, Kim walked over to her bed and plopped down. After a few more minutes of brutally chewing, Kim spat you onto her hand, and said, "There, that should have done it!". You landed face down, so Kim rolled your battered and spit covered body over with her thumb, before she scoffed, "Ugh! What the hell!" when she saw that your mask, though scratched and tattered, was still in place over your mouth and nose. Your couldn't lift your head to check without Kim seeing you move, but you could feel spots all over your suit that were beginning to rip or break off, from the extreme beating it was taking. You wondered how much longer your suit would hold up. You could see Kim glaring down at you, annoyed that your suit was still intact, "Come on, that must have hurt right? Why not just take the mask off for me, so I can see if there's an actual little man under there? Then I wouldn't even need to chew you up anymore." You were tempted by Kim's offer, but you didn't dare move. You suspected Kim was just trying to trick you into giving away that you weren't a toy, and you knew that as soon as she discovered your true existence, there would be no end to the torture this spoiled brat would put you through. Your only chance was to pretend you were fake, and hope she got bored with you soon. After a few seconds of silence, Kim put a finger over your lower body, delicately rolling it back and forth over your sore cock, "I'd be even happier if you took the whole suit off for me..." You still didn't move a muscle, as Kim played with you like a doll in the palm of her hand. "No deal, huh? Fine, whatever. I'm sure I can find a way to get it off on my own anyway." Kim's finger suddenly clenched down, flattening your waist to her hand. Your eyes winced once more in pain, which Kim seemed to smile at.
Kim continued grinding her finger around on your body as she examined you, "It looks like your suit is starting to tear, little guy. I bet I could actually peel it off pretty easily..." Kim reached down with her other hand and started digging at your face with her fingernails. Her manicured, painted nails slammed into your face, before scraping up and down your small form, as the giantess tried to separate your skin-tight black mask from your mouth. After a few terrifying moments, her fingernail seemed to pry it's way beneath your mask, and Kim stretched the mask further and further from your mouth. You let out a small whimper, which Kim thankfully didn't hear. Kim had begun to pick at your facemask with her other fingernail, but before she could make any progress, the mask it slipped from her grasp, slapping back down against your face. "Damnit!" you heard Kim exclaim from up above. "So, it looks like both you and your ninja suit thing can stretch pretty far. I wonder which can stretch further?" You didn't know what Kim was getting at, when she grabbed your arms and legs in each hand, and then pulled you in opposite directions.
You were pulled out like an elastic, stretching horizontally across Kim's reach, before her arms almost became straight. Kim struggled to stretch you out, hoping to break your suit apart by the seams, but your extreme elasticity was making it difficult for her to fully extend her arms to either side of her body. As Kim struggled and whined, you grimaced in pain, feeling a burning sensation along your whole body. Then Kim puffed her chest out in an attempt to pull at you more, slamming her massive jiggling tits into your taut body, plastering you across their warm flesh as she pulled her arms back. Your face and crotch were ground across Kim's two hard nipples as she continued to pull and pull at you, before you heard a slight ripping sound. It seemed that your suit's material was slowly breaking down, as a large patch of the fabric ripped free from your back. Kim saw it float down to her lap and cheered for herself, "Haha! I'm doing sooo well at this!" Then she yanked you back and forth across her chest in excitement, smearing your body across her wobbling breasts some more. As she did this, you felt your face-mask suddenly catch against the underside Kim's rock hard nipple. It was stretched out as Kim pulled you away from her breast until the part of your mask that usually was against your mouth was now caught on the far side of Kim's nipple. You felt some more of your suit fall away from your body, though your face-mask was still mostly intact. Which was unfortunate, because as soon as Kim let go of your body to check on you, your facemask pulled your face against the side of Kim's nipple, forcing you to dangle helplessly from her breast like an ornament. The mask firmly wrapped from behind your neck, all the way around Kim's nipple, trapping your head against her hard nipple inside of the stretchy mask.
Kim prissily swiped some of the suit-shreds off of her thighs, before she felt your body bashing repeatedly against her breasts as they jiggled from the movements. She looked down, and spotted you, with your face-mask forcefully mashing your face into her flesh. Kim squealed in amusement at your predicament, "Ooh my god! How did you get your mask stuck around my nipple!? That's soooo funny!" Kim shook her chest from side to side, marveling at how your body swung from her bouncing breasts like a stripper tassel, before she said smugly, "Looks like your little mask didn't help you that much after all, huh? Anyway, I managed to rip the rest of your stupid suit off. All that's left is your mask!" You had been in too much pain to realize it earlier, but suddenly you noticed that she was right: you couldn't feel any clothing on your body, except for the tight facemask still compacting your head against Kim's nipple. Kim must have finally battered your suit enough that it had almost completely fallen apart. You feared what Kim would do once she got your mask off; would you be able to hold in your cries of pain long enough to convince her you weren't real?
Kim leaned forward, letting you dangle helplessly from her breast like a pendulum, before she once again thought out loud, "But how should I get your mask off, though? It was too tough for me to chew through, and too stretchy for me to peel off of you..." While Kim thought about what to do, she idly snaked a hand up to you, and began pinching her nipple over and over, squishing your face against her warm flesh. Kim continued to casually squeeze and roll your tiny head against her nipple between her fingers as she was lost in thought, no doubt planning out how to finally reveal your face. Despite the pain, you tried to go over your situation in your head. You were stuck with this egotistical bimbo hundreds of times your size, and every part of your suit except for the hood had fallen off and been swept to the floor. If you so much as made a movement or noise, Kim would surely make your life even more of a living hell than it already was. Before you got very far, you suddenly heard a faint robotic voice in your ear, "Emergency battery power critical. Mask defensive functions disabling in 3... 2... 1." Your facemask suddenly popped open, letting your face finally separate from Kim's firm nipple, as your now naked body fell downwards.
Do you land on Kim's bed, and decide to make a run for it with your temporary freedom (just hope to god she doesn't see you running, and become inspired to make a new series of kinky home videos called "Kim the Giantess")
Or do you land in Kim's lap, where she eagerly picks your naked body up to continue her perverted torture in an attempt to figure out if you are a real person or not?
Kim continued grinding her finger around on your body as she examined you, "It looks like your suit is starting to tear, little guy. I bet I could actually peel it off pretty easily..." Kim reached down with her other hand and started digging at your face with her fingernails. Her manicured, painted nails slammed into your face, before scraping up and down your small form, as the giantess tried to separate your skin-tight black mask from your mouth. After a few terrifying moments, her fingernail seemed to pry it's way beneath your mask, and Kim stretched the mask further and further from your mouth. You let out a small whimper, which Kim thankfully didn't hear. Kim had begun to pick at your facemask with her other fingernail, but before she could make any progress, the mask it slipped from her grasp, slapping back down against your face. "Damnit!" you heard Kim exclaim from up above. "So, it looks like both you and your ninja suit thing can stretch pretty far. I wonder which can stretch further?" You didn't know what Kim was getting at, when she grabbed your arms and legs in each hand, and then pulled you in opposite directions.
You were pulled out like an elastic, stretching horizontally across Kim's reach, before her arms almost became straight. Kim struggled to stretch you out, hoping to break your suit apart by the seams, but your extreme elasticity was making it difficult for her to fully extend her arms to either side of her body. As Kim struggled and whined, you grimaced in pain, feeling a burning sensation along your whole body. Then Kim puffed her chest out in an attempt to pull at you more, slamming her massive jiggling tits into your taut body, plastering you across their warm flesh as she pulled her arms back. Your face and crotch were ground across Kim's two hard nipples as she continued to pull and pull at you, before you heard a slight ripping sound. It seemed that your suit's material was slowly breaking down, as a large patch of the fabric ripped free from your back. Kim saw it float down to her lap and cheered for herself, "Haha! I'm doing sooo well at this!" Then she yanked you back and forth across her chest in excitement, smearing your body across her wobbling breasts some more. As she did this, you felt your face-mask suddenly catch against the underside Kim's rock hard nipple. It was stretched out as Kim pulled you away from her breast until the part of your mask that usually was against your mouth was now caught on the far side of Kim's nipple. You felt some more of your suit fall away from your body, though your face-mask was still mostly intact. Which was unfortunate, because as soon as Kim let go of your body to check on you, your facemask pulled your face against the side of Kim's nipple, forcing you to dangle helplessly from her breast like an ornament. The mask firmly wrapped from behind your neck, all the way around Kim's nipple, trapping your head against her hard nipple inside of the stretchy mask.
Kim prissily swiped some of the suit-shreds off of her thighs, before she felt your body bashing repeatedly against her breasts as they jiggled from the movements. She looked down, and spotted you, with your face-mask forcefully mashing your face into her flesh. Kim squealed in amusement at your predicament, "Ooh my god! How did you get your mask stuck around my nipple!? That's soooo funny!" Kim shook her chest from side to side, marveling at how your body swung from her bouncing breasts like a stripper tassel, before she said smugly, "Looks like your little mask didn't help you that much after all, huh? Anyway, I managed to rip the rest of your stupid suit off. All that's left is your mask!" You had been in too much pain to realize it earlier, but suddenly you noticed that she was right: you couldn't feel any clothing on your body, except for the tight facemask still compacting your head against Kim's nipple. Kim must have finally battered your suit enough that it had almost completely fallen apart. You feared what Kim would do once she got your mask off; would you be able to hold in your cries of pain long enough to convince her you weren't real?
Kim leaned forward, letting you dangle helplessly from her breast like a pendulum, before she once again thought out loud, "But how should I get your mask off, though? It was too tough for me to chew through, and too stretchy for me to peel off of you..." While Kim thought about what to do, she idly snaked a hand up to you, and began pinching her nipple over and over, squishing your face against her warm flesh. Kim continued to casually squeeze and roll your tiny head against her nipple between her fingers as she was lost in thought, no doubt planning out how to finally reveal your face. Despite the pain, you tried to go over your situation in your head. You were stuck with this egotistical bimbo hundreds of times your size, and every part of your suit except for the hood had fallen off and been swept to the floor. If you so much as made a movement or noise, Kim would surely make your life even more of a living hell than it already was. Before you got very far, you suddenly heard a faint robotic voice in your ear, "Emergency battery power critical. Mask defensive functions disabling in 3... 2... 1." Your facemask suddenly popped open, letting your face finally separate from Kim's firm nipple, as your now naked body fell downwards.
Do you land on Kim's bed, and decide to make a run for it with your temporary freedom (just hope to god she doesn't see you running, and become inspired to make a new series of kinky home videos called "Kim the Giantess")
Or do you land in Kim's lap, where she eagerly picks your naked body up to continue her perverted torture in an attempt to figure out if you are a real person or not?
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May 30, 2025
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