The Things You Can Do With a Shrunken Man
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Misty mingled with the other guests, but her heart wasn’t really into it. She was too busy waiting and watching as everyone left. This get togethers never lasted long, mostly because they ran out of shrunken delicacies pretty quickly and no one stuck around for long when there isn’t any food. Not surprisingly, Misty’s sisters, the very ones that had set up this party were the first to leave. Too elegant and beautiful to stick around when the food was finished, the three sensational sisters left with as much flare and style as they could. Of coarse, they never offered to leave with Misty, which she was grateful for tonight. The three premadonas didn’t even say good bye to Misty, too busy basking in their own light. Misty raised her lip in a sneer at their turned backs. Some family they were, they acted like she didn’t exist unless she was doing something to embarrass them and they no absolutely nothing about her. Take Violet’s last comment to her that she was way to young to have a dildo. If they only knew the other things she’d done with her shrunken toys, their eyes would pop out. Eating these delectable treats was one of her favorite thing to do with them, but it was far from the only activity she could do with her little men.
During some of her more private times with tiny trainers, Misty had done everything from rub them against her hard nipples too fully insert them into her rectum until they ran out of air. She found that with shrunken men, she had a ravenous sexual hunger. She’d never kissed a boy before, but she could say that she had once killed three shrunken men simultaneously with all three orifices. The feeling of control that came for being able to crush a man with just a flex of her cunt was almost as much of a thrill as having said man thrash around inside her. The only hard part Misty had with using tiny men that way was knowing they’d never find out what being digested alive was like. She could just eat them when they’re smothered inside her, but where’s the fun in eating a corpse? The option of pulling them out before they expired was an option, but did she really want to eat something that had been up her bumhole or snatch? Usually the stronger, older ones were used for pleasure, while the small, younger ones met their end in her tummy. A small smile formed on her face at the memory of once getting her hands on Bruno. The tough, old guy had put up quite a fight when he went into her. He had been kicking and using karate chops to fight off her cunt, but had only made Misty feel pleasure. He’d succumbed of coarse, but not before several earth shattering orgasms.
With thoughts of sex on her mind, Misty found her eyes settling on Ash, lying uncomfortable in his hotdog bun. How much pleasure could he give her if she inserted him inside her. She was just fantasying of coarse. Misty would never force Ash into her cunt like all the other tiny trainers before him. Maybe she could request that he give her a foot rub, as a thank you from saving him from a horrible fate. It would be his choice, but a foot rub could be nice with those tiny hands of his. Maybe, if he was careful, they could mess around some more. They were friends and both of them were young, it wouldn’t be that strange. With his size, he could touch her places that no other man could touch. His soft, tiny hands between her legs, his soothing voice from below as he touched her every so…so…
“Excuse me, Misty are you alright?”
Misty nearly dropped her plate when she heard someone talking to her. She managed to straiten her plate before she could drop it and potentially hurt the important object on it. In his hotdog bun, Ash was had nearly fallen out, but was holding onto the sides of the bun as handles. When Misty straitened her hand, Ash sunk down into the bun and under the toppings. Misty cast Ash an apologetic stare at Ash, before seeing who was talking to her.
“Hi, Claire,” Misty said cheerfully. The dragon training gym leader smiled back, but Misty noticed a look of amusement on her face as well.
“I just came over to see why you’re face is so red. You looked a little dazed. Whatever you were thinking about must have been very hot” Misty rolled her eyes at the look of glee written all over Claire’s face. The girl had a libido that matched Casey’s and was always looking for new ways to get off. It had actually been her that had turned Misty onto the whole using tiny men as sextoys. Claire threw her own parties, but those were known to be for only adults or more mature clientele of shrunken people. Her parties would often have people masturbating in open, one person in their twats, another up their asses. It was a little bit too steamy for even Misty’s tastes.
“Claire?” The tiny, uncertain voice brought an overjoyed smile to Claire’s face and a look of absolute dread to Mistys.
“Ash, is that you in that hotdog bun!” Claire exclaimed, leaning down to look at Misty’s plate. Misty jerked her plate away, but not before Claire caught sight of Ash. Cooing happily, Claire eyed Ash closely.
“Imagine meeting you here and on a plate of all things. I guess I should ask how it’s going, but I can already guess not very good.”
“It’s a little crappy,” Ash said weakly.
“Technically it doesn’t get crappy until you reach the large intestines.” A loud bark of laughter escaped Claire and a more softer and uncertain laugh was issued by Ash.
Misty couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Claire was talking friendlily to Ash. Claire didn’t care much for tiny men outside of using them as food or sexual relief, but she was talking to Ash like he was a fully grown person, just like Misty had. For once, Misty started to think that she might not be the only one that saw Ash as more then cuisine. Claire stood up and stopped looking at Ash. She had a strange look on her face that Misty couldn’t place, but slowly she leaned forward to whisper into Misty’s ear.
During some of her more private times with tiny trainers, Misty had done everything from rub them against her hard nipples too fully insert them into her rectum until they ran out of air. She found that with shrunken men, she had a ravenous sexual hunger. She’d never kissed a boy before, but she could say that she had once killed three shrunken men simultaneously with all three orifices. The feeling of control that came for being able to crush a man with just a flex of her cunt was almost as much of a thrill as having said man thrash around inside her. The only hard part Misty had with using tiny men that way was knowing they’d never find out what being digested alive was like. She could just eat them when they’re smothered inside her, but where’s the fun in eating a corpse? The option of pulling them out before they expired was an option, but did she really want to eat something that had been up her bumhole or snatch? Usually the stronger, older ones were used for pleasure, while the small, younger ones met their end in her tummy. A small smile formed on her face at the memory of once getting her hands on Bruno. The tough, old guy had put up quite a fight when he went into her. He had been kicking and using karate chops to fight off her cunt, but had only made Misty feel pleasure. He’d succumbed of coarse, but not before several earth shattering orgasms.
With thoughts of sex on her mind, Misty found her eyes settling on Ash, lying uncomfortable in his hotdog bun. How much pleasure could he give her if she inserted him inside her. She was just fantasying of coarse. Misty would never force Ash into her cunt like all the other tiny trainers before him. Maybe she could request that he give her a foot rub, as a thank you from saving him from a horrible fate. It would be his choice, but a foot rub could be nice with those tiny hands of his. Maybe, if he was careful, they could mess around some more. They were friends and both of them were young, it wouldn’t be that strange. With his size, he could touch her places that no other man could touch. His soft, tiny hands between her legs, his soothing voice from below as he touched her every so…so…
“Excuse me, Misty are you alright?”
Misty nearly dropped her plate when she heard someone talking to her. She managed to straiten her plate before she could drop it and potentially hurt the important object on it. In his hotdog bun, Ash was had nearly fallen out, but was holding onto the sides of the bun as handles. When Misty straitened her hand, Ash sunk down into the bun and under the toppings. Misty cast Ash an apologetic stare at Ash, before seeing who was talking to her.
“Hi, Claire,” Misty said cheerfully. The dragon training gym leader smiled back, but Misty noticed a look of amusement on her face as well.
“I just came over to see why you’re face is so red. You looked a little dazed. Whatever you were thinking about must have been very hot” Misty rolled her eyes at the look of glee written all over Claire’s face. The girl had a libido that matched Casey’s and was always looking for new ways to get off. It had actually been her that had turned Misty onto the whole using tiny men as sextoys. Claire threw her own parties, but those were known to be for only adults or more mature clientele of shrunken people. Her parties would often have people masturbating in open, one person in their twats, another up their asses. It was a little bit too steamy for even Misty’s tastes.
“Claire?” The tiny, uncertain voice brought an overjoyed smile to Claire’s face and a look of absolute dread to Mistys.
“Ash, is that you in that hotdog bun!” Claire exclaimed, leaning down to look at Misty’s plate. Misty jerked her plate away, but not before Claire caught sight of Ash. Cooing happily, Claire eyed Ash closely.
“Imagine meeting you here and on a plate of all things. I guess I should ask how it’s going, but I can already guess not very good.”
“It’s a little crappy,” Ash said weakly.
“Technically it doesn’t get crappy until you reach the large intestines.” A loud bark of laughter escaped Claire and a more softer and uncertain laugh was issued by Ash.
Misty couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Claire was talking friendlily to Ash. Claire didn’t care much for tiny men outside of using them as food or sexual relief, but she was talking to Ash like he was a fully grown person, just like Misty had. For once, Misty started to think that she might not be the only one that saw Ash as more then cuisine. Claire stood up and stopped looking at Ash. She had a strange look on her face that Misty couldn’t place, but slowly she leaned forward to whisper into Misty’s ear.
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