Claire scratches her breasts.
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
immortalfrieza
Derek runs in a blind panic toward Claire's hair, his only remaining lifeline. He doesn't even notice a shadow fall over him as...
BAM!
The sound of impact barely perceptable to any normal sized person fills Derek's ears as Claire's fingers drop down in front of him. "CLA..." Derek can't even finish the word as the fingers rapidly move towards him, the side of her pinky finger hitting Derek and throwing him back to the center of Claire's right breast.
SCRRRRRAAAAAATCH!!!!!
Derek watches as Claire's hand with her perfectly manicured nails drags along the spot where he had just been running and he realized what kind of danger he was in. SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH... Derek decided to gamble making his way under Claire's shirt toward her tit, it seemed to be the closest option available to him.
Derek runs and... BAM! SCRRRRAAATCH!!! Claire's hand just barely misses him and scratches the area just behind Derek. "Baby no! Don't do it!" Derek screams, even though by now he realizes she just can't hear him. Claire's tit was still a long ways off, and Derek began to get extremely afraid he might not make it.
SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH...
Claire's scratching is only getting closer and closer the more Derek moves. "HMMM..." At least she seems to be enjoying scratching the itch. Suddenly one of Derek's shoes comes untied and falls off as he runs. Derek looks back for a moment...
SCCCCRRAAATCH!!!!
Claire's nails hit the shoe dead on, the thing sliced in half as her nails slice across it. "NO!" Were Derek not out of his mind with fear at this point he might consider his best bet to be staying still so Claire stops itching. However, Derek is in a full on panic right now and just continues running toward his girlfriend's tit.
SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH...
Claire's enjoyment of the itch is starting to turn into annoyance and she scratches harder and faster. Derek runs and runs even faster than he would on the football field out of sheer adrenaline. SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH... Claire's hand is literally right behind him only stalled by scratching the spot a few times. Derek manages to make it to the shadow under Claire's shirt and almost to her tit...
Derek finally stops running to catch his breath when light is all around him only to be replaced again by shadow. Claire is lifting up her shirt a bit with her hand to scratch under it, the massive hand suddenly slams down right where Derek is standing. "BABY N..."
SCRRRRRAAAAATCH! Claire's nails slice across Derek's body before he can even finish screaming, cutting him to ribbons.. Even now, Claire doesn't have a clue anything other than an itch was on her breast. Derek lies in pieces now, his head severed from his body killing him instantly.
"Aw... that's so much better..." Claire muses to herself in relief as the itch finally stops. Claire hopes wherever Derek was hiding he got a good show watching her do that...
BAM!
The sound of impact barely perceptable to any normal sized person fills Derek's ears as Claire's fingers drop down in front of him. "CLA..." Derek can't even finish the word as the fingers rapidly move towards him, the side of her pinky finger hitting Derek and throwing him back to the center of Claire's right breast.
SCRRRRRAAAAAATCH!!!!!
Derek watches as Claire's hand with her perfectly manicured nails drags along the spot where he had just been running and he realized what kind of danger he was in. SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH... Derek decided to gamble making his way under Claire's shirt toward her tit, it seemed to be the closest option available to him.
Derek runs and... BAM! SCRRRRAAATCH!!! Claire's hand just barely misses him and scratches the area just behind Derek. "Baby no! Don't do it!" Derek screams, even though by now he realizes she just can't hear him. Claire's tit was still a long ways off, and Derek began to get extremely afraid he might not make it.
SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH...
Claire's scratching is only getting closer and closer the more Derek moves. "HMMM..." At least she seems to be enjoying scratching the itch. Suddenly one of Derek's shoes comes untied and falls off as he runs. Derek looks back for a moment...
SCCCCRRAAATCH!!!!
Claire's nails hit the shoe dead on, the thing sliced in half as her nails slice across it. "NO!" Were Derek not out of his mind with fear at this point he might consider his best bet to be staying still so Claire stops itching. However, Derek is in a full on panic right now and just continues running toward his girlfriend's tit.
SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH...
Claire's enjoyment of the itch is starting to turn into annoyance and she scratches harder and faster. Derek runs and runs even faster than he would on the football field out of sheer adrenaline. SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH... Claire's hand is literally right behind him only stalled by scratching the spot a few times. Derek manages to make it to the shadow under Claire's shirt and almost to her tit...
Derek finally stops running to catch his breath when light is all around him only to be replaced again by shadow. Claire is lifting up her shirt a bit with her hand to scratch under it, the massive hand suddenly slams down right where Derek is standing. "BABY N..."
SCRRRRRAAAAATCH! Claire's nails slice across Derek's body before he can even finish screaming, cutting him to ribbons.. Even now, Claire doesn't have a clue anything other than an itch was on her breast. Derek lies in pieces now, his head severed from his body killing him instantly.
"Aw... that's so much better..." Claire muses to herself in relief as the itch finally stops. Claire hopes wherever Derek was hiding he got a good show watching her do that...
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