Midnight snack
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
wanderer887
Steve shook his head. Crushing the cars could wait, his initial idea what still good. He operated quietly and efficiently, not wanting to wake anyone else. The clock turned midnight as he moved, pulling out everything he needed. The only ice cream in the freezer was a tub of French Vanilla, Lisa's favourite. He's be sure to buy her some more after this, but in the dead of the night Steve's handles greedily wrapped around it, tearing off the lid. Half a pint of ice cream still remained, and Steve pulled out a bowl for himself.
Five scoops of ice cream made their way into the bowl, followed by a few slices of banana. Each one dropped in like a dream, landing perfectly on their side in the delicious treat. Next up were the regular sprinkles, meeting their final resting place among the frozen landscape. Finally, Steve had a choice to make. Cars first, or chocolate sauce? He stood back with his hands on his hips and debated. Chocolate sauce first would make it easier to see the cars, but cars first would mean they're all get covered up like the sprinkles. Salivating over both options, Steve lost track of time for a minute before he snapped back to it. The longer he waited the more the ice cream would melt, and that wouldn't be good. He grabbed the cup and tilted it, a massive grin spreading over his face as the cars poured into his hands.
Lisa had been trapped. When her Dad grabbed the cup out of the car he had been a bit less than gentle, jostling his shrunken prizes. Two cars had flipped over the Charger, sealing Lisa inside. One was bottom side sideways jamming it's undercarriage against the charger, and the other came down on the hood, smashing it and the windshield. The remaining side was still pressed up against the side of the cup, a wheel unknowingly jammed in the remains of her father's morning cup of joe.
She knew where she was however, and that was home. Even through the stench of the residual coffee she could smell her mother's kitchen, and wanted nothing more than to be out of the car and back at regular size. Her Dad's next maneuver would only grant her one of these things, as her entire world began to shift and shake. Car went sailing down past the lip of the coffee cup, and Lisa cried out in terror. The crested it like leaves over a waterfall before disappearing into the unknown below. Lisa braced herself for impact and felt her heart skip a beat. Her car however, remained glued in place, cemented to a patch of coffee. Her heart soared as she found herself still in the cup for just a moment before the cup tipped again, and she saw what awaited below. 5 scoops of ice cream sat pleasantly in a bowl, coated in sprinkles and garnished with some banana. Her Dad was about to have a midnight snack, and she had a terrible feeling that she was about to join him.
Steve gave the cup a final tap, and peered inside. He frowned as he saw two cars still inside, unwilling to give themselves to him. His massive eye filled Lisa's vision as he did, his face enveloping her limited view from inside the cup. She waved her arms as his brow furrowed, before he dug a ginormous finger inside. Two quick flicks removed the last of his treats, and he scooted them around in his sweaty palm. A finger bigger than a semi moved them around, swirling them all over the place. They were so tiny!
Satisfied with his work, Steve lowered his palm above the ice cream, and brushed them off. Each car plopped into the ice cream, dropping down coming to rest half buried in the melting snack. Lisa was almost knocked out as her car fell, and she flew out of the side as it dropped. Steve's constant abuse of the charger had finally taken it's toll. The driver side door of the Charger popped off, no longer able to take any more. Lisa separated from the car mid fall and sank deep into the ice cream as she landed, enveloped an icy hug. Like everything that night, it was two steps back, one half step forward. She was out of the car but not out of the frying pan, and was forced to fight back against the sticky cream. The saliva had been a bit viscous, but it had nothing on this. Lisa started to claw her way out of the hole she had made when she fell, only to find what he father has planned next for his snack. Her head poked out of the ground to see a landscape of cars sized sprinkles and sprinkle sized cars, a winter wonderland of an odd sorts. But above, Steve's faced dominated the sky, the massive man ready to put the final touches on his treat.
Steve gave himself a final moment to enjoy his hard work, and looked over the cars once more. Each one had dropped so perfectly into his treat, that he thought it was a shame to cover them up with chocolate sauce. But his sweet tooth was strong, and Steve smiled as the first wave of chocolate flowed down. Lisa ran as is came down, first hitting the ice cream scoop above her. Like an avalanche it swallowed up everything in it's path, coating both car and sprinkle alike. Lisa found herself overtaken by the flow and lost all sense of direction as it swept her away.
With a twirl, Steve flicked off the last strand of chocolate from the spoon. He jammed it into his mouth sucking the chocolate off of it, and then proceeded to dig in. His hypothesis had been correct - the tiny cars tasted incredible. He wanted to savor the entire thing, but caught himself accelerating, having demolished half the bowl in no time. Licking a spot of choc late from his lips, Steve tried to think of the last time he had been this voracious. It had been a good long while, quite possibly since he had been a teen himself. Resolving not to waste the moment, Steve took a slow and deliberate spoonful of ice cream. It had sauce and ice cream in the perfect balance, and he could seem a load of extras poking out from under chocolate veil. It was loaded with sprinkles, a few choice cars (his bosses included), and had he looked really close, he would have seen one of the lumps moving, wiping sauce from her eyes.
Lisa struggled to rise up. The chocolate sauce had held her down, and it was impossible to move around in it. She first had to dig out room in the ice cream to move, allowing herself a moment to breathe before she ventured upwards. There had to be some way to get out of this, there had to!
And then she saw Steve.
Like a leviathan, Steve was in front of her. She was been so busy struggling in sauce that she hadn't noticed he the spoon digging in below her, separating her chunk of the scoop from the rest of the bowl. But there he was, eyes wide in anticipation and mouth slowly opening. Lisa whimpered as her father prepared himself to consume her yet again, only this time it was infinitely more menacing. His one clean mouth was caked in french vanilla and chocolate, and mashed up cars parts and sprinkles clung to his teeth. A strand of saliva blew as he exhaled, coloured dark brown due to the abundance of sauce. As the spoon drew closer Lisa tried to flag him down, but watched in agony as his eyes vanished from view, and his pupils flicked upwards. Teeth passed overhead signifying her entrance into Steve's maw. Her spirit officially broken, Lisa began to sob. The spoon met with his tongue and the light vanished from inside his mouth. She knew this was it.
"Mhmmm." Steve removed the spoon from his mouth, slurping off all the ice cream, chocolate, sprinkles and tiny cars that had once resided on it. He rolled the mash around in his mouth, taking in the unique sensation of everything that was going on. His cock twitched below as he thought of all his coworkers trapped in the cars, as if they were really there. Steve wanted to become larger than life compared to them, and make them know true fear. He wanted them shrunken and suffering in his ice cream, no, he NEEDED them all there. He'd have to figure out some way to shrink the office down. The ice cream was delicious, and the power was intoxicating. He'd have to grab two pints the next time he went to the store, one for Lisa and one for himself. Steve may have wanted to eat his entire office, but he wasn't a complete monster. What type of man eats his daughter's ice cream and doesn't pay her back for it?
Plunging his spoon into the ice cream again, Steve readies another bite to eat. What happens next?
Five scoops of ice cream made their way into the bowl, followed by a few slices of banana. Each one dropped in like a dream, landing perfectly on their side in the delicious treat. Next up were the regular sprinkles, meeting their final resting place among the frozen landscape. Finally, Steve had a choice to make. Cars first, or chocolate sauce? He stood back with his hands on his hips and debated. Chocolate sauce first would make it easier to see the cars, but cars first would mean they're all get covered up like the sprinkles. Salivating over both options, Steve lost track of time for a minute before he snapped back to it. The longer he waited the more the ice cream would melt, and that wouldn't be good. He grabbed the cup and tilted it, a massive grin spreading over his face as the cars poured into his hands.
Lisa had been trapped. When her Dad grabbed the cup out of the car he had been a bit less than gentle, jostling his shrunken prizes. Two cars had flipped over the Charger, sealing Lisa inside. One was bottom side sideways jamming it's undercarriage against the charger, and the other came down on the hood, smashing it and the windshield. The remaining side was still pressed up against the side of the cup, a wheel unknowingly jammed in the remains of her father's morning cup of joe.
She knew where she was however, and that was home. Even through the stench of the residual coffee she could smell her mother's kitchen, and wanted nothing more than to be out of the car and back at regular size. Her Dad's next maneuver would only grant her one of these things, as her entire world began to shift and shake. Car went sailing down past the lip of the coffee cup, and Lisa cried out in terror. The crested it like leaves over a waterfall before disappearing into the unknown below. Lisa braced herself for impact and felt her heart skip a beat. Her car however, remained glued in place, cemented to a patch of coffee. Her heart soared as she found herself still in the cup for just a moment before the cup tipped again, and she saw what awaited below. 5 scoops of ice cream sat pleasantly in a bowl, coated in sprinkles and garnished with some banana. Her Dad was about to have a midnight snack, and she had a terrible feeling that she was about to join him.
Steve gave the cup a final tap, and peered inside. He frowned as he saw two cars still inside, unwilling to give themselves to him. His massive eye filled Lisa's vision as he did, his face enveloping her limited view from inside the cup. She waved her arms as his brow furrowed, before he dug a ginormous finger inside. Two quick flicks removed the last of his treats, and he scooted them around in his sweaty palm. A finger bigger than a semi moved them around, swirling them all over the place. They were so tiny!
Satisfied with his work, Steve lowered his palm above the ice cream, and brushed them off. Each car plopped into the ice cream, dropping down coming to rest half buried in the melting snack. Lisa was almost knocked out as her car fell, and she flew out of the side as it dropped. Steve's constant abuse of the charger had finally taken it's toll. The driver side door of the Charger popped off, no longer able to take any more. Lisa separated from the car mid fall and sank deep into the ice cream as she landed, enveloped an icy hug. Like everything that night, it was two steps back, one half step forward. She was out of the car but not out of the frying pan, and was forced to fight back against the sticky cream. The saliva had been a bit viscous, but it had nothing on this. Lisa started to claw her way out of the hole she had made when she fell, only to find what he father has planned next for his snack. Her head poked out of the ground to see a landscape of cars sized sprinkles and sprinkle sized cars, a winter wonderland of an odd sorts. But above, Steve's faced dominated the sky, the massive man ready to put the final touches on his treat.
Steve gave himself a final moment to enjoy his hard work, and looked over the cars once more. Each one had dropped so perfectly into his treat, that he thought it was a shame to cover them up with chocolate sauce. But his sweet tooth was strong, and Steve smiled as the first wave of chocolate flowed down. Lisa ran as is came down, first hitting the ice cream scoop above her. Like an avalanche it swallowed up everything in it's path, coating both car and sprinkle alike. Lisa found herself overtaken by the flow and lost all sense of direction as it swept her away.
With a twirl, Steve flicked off the last strand of chocolate from the spoon. He jammed it into his mouth sucking the chocolate off of it, and then proceeded to dig in. His hypothesis had been correct - the tiny cars tasted incredible. He wanted to savor the entire thing, but caught himself accelerating, having demolished half the bowl in no time. Licking a spot of choc late from his lips, Steve tried to think of the last time he had been this voracious. It had been a good long while, quite possibly since he had been a teen himself. Resolving not to waste the moment, Steve took a slow and deliberate spoonful of ice cream. It had sauce and ice cream in the perfect balance, and he could seem a load of extras poking out from under chocolate veil. It was loaded with sprinkles, a few choice cars (his bosses included), and had he looked really close, he would have seen one of the lumps moving, wiping sauce from her eyes.
Lisa struggled to rise up. The chocolate sauce had held her down, and it was impossible to move around in it. She first had to dig out room in the ice cream to move, allowing herself a moment to breathe before she ventured upwards. There had to be some way to get out of this, there had to!
And then she saw Steve.
Like a leviathan, Steve was in front of her. She was been so busy struggling in sauce that she hadn't noticed he the spoon digging in below her, separating her chunk of the scoop from the rest of the bowl. But there he was, eyes wide in anticipation and mouth slowly opening. Lisa whimpered as her father prepared himself to consume her yet again, only this time it was infinitely more menacing. His one clean mouth was caked in french vanilla and chocolate, and mashed up cars parts and sprinkles clung to his teeth. A strand of saliva blew as he exhaled, coloured dark brown due to the abundance of sauce. As the spoon drew closer Lisa tried to flag him down, but watched in agony as his eyes vanished from view, and his pupils flicked upwards. Teeth passed overhead signifying her entrance into Steve's maw. Her spirit officially broken, Lisa began to sob. The spoon met with his tongue and the light vanished from inside his mouth. She knew this was it.
"Mhmmm." Steve removed the spoon from his mouth, slurping off all the ice cream, chocolate, sprinkles and tiny cars that had once resided on it. He rolled the mash around in his mouth, taking in the unique sensation of everything that was going on. His cock twitched below as he thought of all his coworkers trapped in the cars, as if they were really there. Steve wanted to become larger than life compared to them, and make them know true fear. He wanted them shrunken and suffering in his ice cream, no, he NEEDED them all there. He'd have to figure out some way to shrink the office down. The ice cream was delicious, and the power was intoxicating. He'd have to grab two pints the next time he went to the store, one for Lisa and one for himself. Steve may have wanted to eat his entire office, but he wasn't a complete monster. What type of man eats his daughter's ice cream and doesn't pay her back for it?
Plunging his spoon into the ice cream again, Steve readies another bite to eat. What happens next?
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