Granny Greta’s New Toy...
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
tpdbeech
Clara continues to massage Debbie’s puny head into her moist pussy folds.
The thick, sloppy sounds of fingers and sticky flesh doesn’t go unnoticed as the living room door is creaked open slightly. A lone eye peers through the slight crack. Clara, unaware of this, plunges her toy further into her snatch. Submerging the doll headfirst.
Debbie’s legs kick and thrust relentlessly, stimulating the drunk giantess. “Ooooh! It must have a ‘vibrate’ feature!” Clara lays her head down and uses her other hand to massage her clit and plunge the doll deeper and deeper. The eye on the other side of the door grows wider with aroused curiosity as slow, sensual moans come from it. It mostly focuses on the doll’s futile movements against its dominating giantess.
After more thrusting and stimulation, Clara shrieks and bucks up and down against the sofa. Her juices leak into the cushions after the doll is pushed out from her throbbing pussy.
Debbie is left between the legs of the drunk giantess. Her breathing is erratic as her breasts heave up and down. It almost matches with Clara’s but the drunken titanic figure passes out soon. Her head rolling back on the couch with drool dripping from her mouth to the floor...
However, a pair of worn slippers enter the room. It’s Greta, Ryan’s grandmother she was the eye behind the door as she licks her lips.... “My turn for some long overdue fun.” The grandma whispers as she plucks the tiny from beneath her slob of a daughter. She grips her toy gently. Carefully massaging the doll’s ‘ample’ features. It’s shiny coat of bodily fluid makes it easy for Greta’s brittle, bony finger to caress it and hit the ‘sensitive areas’.
“I know you’re not a doll. Nor are you just a toy. You’re very special to me and now with you here I can enact my plans.”
Greta pulls her sweatpants open at the waistband revealing a dark, foul smelling crevice. “My pussy is hungry... Get to it!” She lets her grip loosen on the soggy tiny, it falls and tumbles down planting itself into Greta’s slick pussy folds.
After a light cackle, the waistband is snapped shut again entrapping Debbie. “My apologies Mrs. Jordan... There’s no one who can help you now.” She turns to head upstairs, she smirks and rubs at her pussy from the outside of the sweatpants..
Upon reaching her cramped room Greta takes care to push her clothing off the bed before sliding onto it. She positions herself with her legs spread wide. After checking for noises of footsteps she slinks her hand down her sweatpants and grasps Debbie.
She inspects her new toy delicately, lifting her arms and spreading her legs. With a wrinkled finger she traces the tinies’ remarkable physique considering it’s age. She positions Debbie just in front of her lips. As she speaks the giant grandma’s jagged teeth gnash and grind against each other. “You are going to be so much fun... much more than my other... possessions!”
Debbie raises a shocked eyebrow, “other possessions?!” She tries to flail out of her grip but her futile attempts make the titanic woman giggle. She rolls over onto her plump belly and breasts to the dressing table. It unpainted, rough wooden exterior does not promote a sense of pleasantness. She reaches for a bronze handle and tugs lightly. Inside the gaping mass of the draw is a large group of enslaved tinies.
Some were still dressed in police uniform, nurse uniform, and scarily enough, school uniforms. Greta licks her lips at the drawer of prizes. “I’ve been finding them, all around the city. They claim to be confused. Say they were part of some testing at the university... the same university, your husband works at!”
Debbie gasps, realising what Greta is desiring. “You can’t do this! I don’t know how it all works. He’s got a lab or something. He’d never tell you how to work it.”
Greta grins as she caresses a thumb over Debbie’s body. “Well, I’ll just have to make him aware I have you. Maybe he’ll give up his secret for the one he loves?” She cackles loudly as she dangles Debbie over the open draw.
“I’d play with you tonight, but you’ve been used and abused all day. I’ll play with you tomorrow. So down you go!” She drops Debbie into the claustrophobic space. She tumbles and falls into the large group of tinies.
From above, a wrinkled hand plucks a small group and grips them hard.
“Don’t mind me dearies. Just making way for our new arrival. I’m also a little hungry too.” She lays back on the bed, her gut is in full view as she unfurls her hand and scatters the tinies in her palm.
She delicately lifts them individually with a forefinger and thumb before flicking them into her mouth. She chews hard as their innards spill out from her lips amongst the cracking of bone. After her snack she closes the draw while deviously smiling at Debbie as the light slowly closes off...
Greta lays on the bed, a wicked smile grows on her face as she falls asleep...
Image of Granny Greta: https://www.deviantart.com/tpbeech/art/G...
The thick, sloppy sounds of fingers and sticky flesh doesn’t go unnoticed as the living room door is creaked open slightly. A lone eye peers through the slight crack. Clara, unaware of this, plunges her toy further into her snatch. Submerging the doll headfirst.
Debbie’s legs kick and thrust relentlessly, stimulating the drunk giantess. “Ooooh! It must have a ‘vibrate’ feature!” Clara lays her head down and uses her other hand to massage her clit and plunge the doll deeper and deeper. The eye on the other side of the door grows wider with aroused curiosity as slow, sensual moans come from it. It mostly focuses on the doll’s futile movements against its dominating giantess.
After more thrusting and stimulation, Clara shrieks and bucks up and down against the sofa. Her juices leak into the cushions after the doll is pushed out from her throbbing pussy.
Debbie is left between the legs of the drunk giantess. Her breathing is erratic as her breasts heave up and down. It almost matches with Clara’s but the drunken titanic figure passes out soon. Her head rolling back on the couch with drool dripping from her mouth to the floor...
However, a pair of worn slippers enter the room. It’s Greta, Ryan’s grandmother she was the eye behind the door as she licks her lips.... “My turn for some long overdue fun.” The grandma whispers as she plucks the tiny from beneath her slob of a daughter. She grips her toy gently. Carefully massaging the doll’s ‘ample’ features. It’s shiny coat of bodily fluid makes it easy for Greta’s brittle, bony finger to caress it and hit the ‘sensitive areas’.
“I know you’re not a doll. Nor are you just a toy. You’re very special to me and now with you here I can enact my plans.”
Greta pulls her sweatpants open at the waistband revealing a dark, foul smelling crevice. “My pussy is hungry... Get to it!” She lets her grip loosen on the soggy tiny, it falls and tumbles down planting itself into Greta’s slick pussy folds.
After a light cackle, the waistband is snapped shut again entrapping Debbie. “My apologies Mrs. Jordan... There’s no one who can help you now.” She turns to head upstairs, she smirks and rubs at her pussy from the outside of the sweatpants..
Upon reaching her cramped room Greta takes care to push her clothing off the bed before sliding onto it. She positions herself with her legs spread wide. After checking for noises of footsteps she slinks her hand down her sweatpants and grasps Debbie.
She inspects her new toy delicately, lifting her arms and spreading her legs. With a wrinkled finger she traces the tinies’ remarkable physique considering it’s age. She positions Debbie just in front of her lips. As she speaks the giant grandma’s jagged teeth gnash and grind against each other. “You are going to be so much fun... much more than my other... possessions!”
Debbie raises a shocked eyebrow, “other possessions?!” She tries to flail out of her grip but her futile attempts make the titanic woman giggle. She rolls over onto her plump belly and breasts to the dressing table. It unpainted, rough wooden exterior does not promote a sense of pleasantness. She reaches for a bronze handle and tugs lightly. Inside the gaping mass of the draw is a large group of enslaved tinies.
Some were still dressed in police uniform, nurse uniform, and scarily enough, school uniforms. Greta licks her lips at the drawer of prizes. “I’ve been finding them, all around the city. They claim to be confused. Say they were part of some testing at the university... the same university, your husband works at!”
Debbie gasps, realising what Greta is desiring. “You can’t do this! I don’t know how it all works. He’s got a lab or something. He’d never tell you how to work it.”
Greta grins as she caresses a thumb over Debbie’s body. “Well, I’ll just have to make him aware I have you. Maybe he’ll give up his secret for the one he loves?” She cackles loudly as she dangles Debbie over the open draw.
“I’d play with you tonight, but you’ve been used and abused all day. I’ll play with you tomorrow. So down you go!” She drops Debbie into the claustrophobic space. She tumbles and falls into the large group of tinies.
From above, a wrinkled hand plucks a small group and grips them hard.
“Don’t mind me dearies. Just making way for our new arrival. I’m also a little hungry too.” She lays back on the bed, her gut is in full view as she unfurls her hand and scatters the tinies in her palm.
She delicately lifts them individually with a forefinger and thumb before flicking them into her mouth. She chews hard as their innards spill out from her lips amongst the cracking of bone. After her snack she closes the draw while deviously smiling at Debbie as the light slowly closes off...
Greta lays on the bed, a wicked smile grows on her face as she falls asleep...
Image of Granny Greta: https://www.deviantart.com/tpbeech/art/G...
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