The New Normal?
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
smashedunder
Pet. Pet!
It was an unusually dehumanizing term, but the more Nicole said it to herself, the more natural it felt on her tongue. Yeah! ‘Pet’ was good! She’d be Hank’s little ball pet. After all, it made sense in the situation. Both roommates and girlfriends were not often the size of a baby shrew.
“It’s settled then!” Hank reached a finger out and Nicole looked at it tentatively before grabbing onto it. Hank lifted her up and brought her before his grizzled, barely-shaven face and looked at her with an unprecedented amount of affection.
Hank couldn’t deny he was nervous. It’d been so long since he’d even taken care of his kids! And this wasn’t even a kid… this was, like… a mini-kid! Would a shrunken kid be easier or more difficult to take care of than a regular kid? Hank wasn’t sure. But either way, they’d have to be in this for the long haul, on the likely chance they can’t actually get the shrink ray working again.
“Okay then… Master.” Nicole smirked. It felt so odd but all so fun! So very unlike anything she’s ever played with someone else. “I expect to have all my needs met.”
“Huh?” Hank looked confused. “What do… ohhh,” he realized, and he let out a curt, bellowing laugh. “As long as you can learn a few tricks.” His eyes glanced to his dick, ascending gradually to half-mast as he got more and more invested in their roleplay. “Now how about your first trick…”
Hank collapsed back on his couch, thick legs spread out to make room for the rising pole between them. He haphazardly deposited Nicole’s laughing form onto the apex of his dick’s bulbous head.
“Yes, Master!” Nicole cheered. She couldn’t wait to go on that ride again. The warm gooey feeling of the tunnel, the hot-tub feeling of the testicles, the explosive WHAM as she was shot out. It was like a waterslide, a hot tub, and a Disney World ride all in one!
Hank meanwhile got back to polishing the handle the moment Nicole disappeared into his voracious cock. He scarcely needed it – inside, Nicole’s traipsing was giving him all the stimulation he needed to bust without laying a single finger on the upright cock. But he still did it anyway, if only out of habit. And when he did cum (only slightly less massively than he had the previous times), it wasn’t hard to find where Nicole had landed, cushioned by the soft gelatinous globules of cum that carried her, excited and hungry for.
Soon, one day turned into two. Two into a week. And a week into a month. News cycles very briefly ran the story of Nicole’s disappearance before mostly giving up on the case. Nicole was slightly bummed – she missed her family a great deal – but the fun she and Hank had made up for it and then some. Nicole had a home – well, more of a shoebox – food and water, supplemented by a healthy supply of the protein she inadvertently swallowed while swimming in Hank’s balls, and she always had someone to talk to!
Hank never let Nicole’s relative autonomy betray the position he had in the relationship. Though he cared for her, he held true to the promise that Nicole was his pet now. The hamster cage within which Nicole spent most of her sleeping hours was a testament to that. Once the second month passed, Nicole had grown better attuned to the nonverbal cues Hank let out when he wanted his balls serviced, and though she was more than happy to oblige it was still a jarring transition. But still, it was the least she could do for the man taking care of her wasn’t it?
This was what Nicole wondered one evening as she was hugging against Hank’s erect dick, while the man himself had fallen asleep watching a late-night rerun of Dragnet. Nicole was attempting to climb up it to give her master his before-bedtime jerkoff session, when she wondered about the shrink ray. When was the last time she’d seen the shrink ray? When was the last time he worked on trying to fix the shrink ray? Getting it to someone smart enough to fix it for him?
Nicole thought about it for a bit, then pushed the thoughts out of her mind. The dick was getting to soft, too soon. She could put more thought into it after she’d helped her master blow his load. Any day now, she would earn her freedom back. Any day now.
It was an unusually dehumanizing term, but the more Nicole said it to herself, the more natural it felt on her tongue. Yeah! ‘Pet’ was good! She’d be Hank’s little ball pet. After all, it made sense in the situation. Both roommates and girlfriends were not often the size of a baby shrew.
“It’s settled then!” Hank reached a finger out and Nicole looked at it tentatively before grabbing onto it. Hank lifted her up and brought her before his grizzled, barely-shaven face and looked at her with an unprecedented amount of affection.
Hank couldn’t deny he was nervous. It’d been so long since he’d even taken care of his kids! And this wasn’t even a kid… this was, like… a mini-kid! Would a shrunken kid be easier or more difficult to take care of than a regular kid? Hank wasn’t sure. But either way, they’d have to be in this for the long haul, on the likely chance they can’t actually get the shrink ray working again.
“Okay then… Master.” Nicole smirked. It felt so odd but all so fun! So very unlike anything she’s ever played with someone else. “I expect to have all my needs met.”
“Huh?” Hank looked confused. “What do… ohhh,” he realized, and he let out a curt, bellowing laugh. “As long as you can learn a few tricks.” His eyes glanced to his dick, ascending gradually to half-mast as he got more and more invested in their roleplay. “Now how about your first trick…”
Hank collapsed back on his couch, thick legs spread out to make room for the rising pole between them. He haphazardly deposited Nicole’s laughing form onto the apex of his dick’s bulbous head.
“Yes, Master!” Nicole cheered. She couldn’t wait to go on that ride again. The warm gooey feeling of the tunnel, the hot-tub feeling of the testicles, the explosive WHAM as she was shot out. It was like a waterslide, a hot tub, and a Disney World ride all in one!
Hank meanwhile got back to polishing the handle the moment Nicole disappeared into his voracious cock. He scarcely needed it – inside, Nicole’s traipsing was giving him all the stimulation he needed to bust without laying a single finger on the upright cock. But he still did it anyway, if only out of habit. And when he did cum (only slightly less massively than he had the previous times), it wasn’t hard to find where Nicole had landed, cushioned by the soft gelatinous globules of cum that carried her, excited and hungry for.
Soon, one day turned into two. Two into a week. And a week into a month. News cycles very briefly ran the story of Nicole’s disappearance before mostly giving up on the case. Nicole was slightly bummed – she missed her family a great deal – but the fun she and Hank had made up for it and then some. Nicole had a home – well, more of a shoebox – food and water, supplemented by a healthy supply of the protein she inadvertently swallowed while swimming in Hank’s balls, and she always had someone to talk to!
Hank never let Nicole’s relative autonomy betray the position he had in the relationship. Though he cared for her, he held true to the promise that Nicole was his pet now. The hamster cage within which Nicole spent most of her sleeping hours was a testament to that. Once the second month passed, Nicole had grown better attuned to the nonverbal cues Hank let out when he wanted his balls serviced, and though she was more than happy to oblige it was still a jarring transition. But still, it was the least she could do for the man taking care of her wasn’t it?
This was what Nicole wondered one evening as she was hugging against Hank’s erect dick, while the man himself had fallen asleep watching a late-night rerun of Dragnet. Nicole was attempting to climb up it to give her master his before-bedtime jerkoff session, when she wondered about the shrink ray. When was the last time she’d seen the shrink ray? When was the last time he worked on trying to fix the shrink ray? Getting it to someone smart enough to fix it for him?
Nicole thought about it for a bit, then pushed the thoughts out of her mind. The dick was getting to soft, too soon. She could put more thought into it after she’d helped her master blow his load. Any day now, she would earn her freedom back. Any day now.
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