needs some shrinking, obviously.

Okay ❤

CONTAINS: Hard vore, giant couple, death, petplay (puppy play), objectification, feet licking, noncon

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I sat on my big, comfy recliner, mindlessly scrolling through social media. I had just gotten bored if it. I put my phone on the side table next to a tupperware container. I peaked over my fat, round belly, clad in a black shirt. My thick, hairy legs were clad in nothing but gray boxer briefs. Past my legs saw my beautiful twink boyfriend in full puppy mode, fully naked save for the cute, pink collar around his neck, attached to a leash precariously around my wrist, and a cat-ear headband.

He was being a good boy. He was worshiping my feet as he was commanded. He was on his hands and knees, licking them with passion. His tongue was lapping up every available inch. He made sure to get the toes as well, sucking them each individually, getting between them regardless of how dirty. The smell wasn’t a deterrent for him, he loved it. His tongue felt warm against my foot. The warmth stayed in any given spot for a second, before the saliva residue he’d leave would cool down. But his tongue would wash over the spot again, and the coolness only made the return to warmth of his tongue all the more pleasing. I was rock hard. He was devoted as any pet could be.

He had been doing such a good job. I didn’t want him to stop, and there was no doubt he’d continue if I didn’t tell him he could finish. At the same time, he had been doing it for a while. I had to me mindful of his limits. I snapped my fingers. “That’s enough, boy,” I said. My boyfriend keeps licking my feet, but more slowly. He loves them so much. I snapped twice more. “I said that’s enough!” I commanded with a bit more force. I gently tugged the leash. He gave my feet a kiss before finally relenting.

He got up into a kneeling position. His hands were on his lap as he looked up at my face, eagerly awaiting his next command. I saw his big, brown eyes and his black cat-ear headband. He was 100% a puppyboy, not a catboy, but he wanted to have the pointy ears, not the floppy ones, and that was just the closest we could find.

I leaned forward in my chair. I began to pet him. My big hand and thick fingers ran through his black mop of hair. “Good boy! Good boy!” I said with the appropriate level of energy. He began to fake a pant as he smiled. He loved praise. I loved giving it. He’d been such a good boy today, I thought about giving him a treat.

I leaned back into my chair. I grabbed the tupperware container next to my phone. I held it up to my chest. He saw them. His eyes followed the container. He’s excited. It was all too easy to imagine him with a little wagging tail. The contents of the tupperware: a bunch of tiny people, shrunken down to one inch. They were all women, because I know they’re his favorite. “Want a treat?” I asked, as if I didn’t know the answer. I shook the tupperware. I heard the sound of tiny bodies hitting against the plastic walls of the container, in addition to the faint, but audible sound of screams of pain, surprise, and fear.

The sound drove him wild, as it always does. “Arf, arf!” he enthusiastically barked in response. He put his hands on my bare thighs. He started to climb up onto me to get at the prize. The tiny women saw the titanic twink coming at them. I could see his cock was hard.

I jerked the container away from him, above my head. “No! Off!” I said, as if he was a dog I needed to train not to jump up on house guests. He started to back down, whimpering as he got on his hands and knees. As he does, I bring the container back down lower. The tiny women were no doubt disoriented as hell by that energetic jerking motion. Some may have even died. But I didn’t care. They’re for my boyfriend.

“Sit,” I commanded, firmly. My boyfriend quickly complied, getting back into a kneeling position, putting his paws back into his own lap. He was panting, drool dripping from his mouth. “Stay,” I authoritatively commanded further. He froze. I put the container on my lap, in front of my round belly. I saw his eyes follow the treats. It’s fine, I allow it.

I popped the top off the tupperware. I saw all the tinies inside, too many to count easily. The once muffled cries of terror from the tinies became louder. Many were back on their feet already and immediately try to climb up the smooth plastic walls. Many were still on their backs or their asses after all the commotion. One of them on their back had blood pooling underneath her head. She was either dead or dying it seemed. Not really important which. I gently grabbed the side of the tupperware and shook it a little, just enough to stop the tiny women who are trying to lift another one over the edge.

I inspected them. I wanted to get a fresh one of my boyfriend because he’d been such a good boy. I grabbed one by the ankle and lifted her out. My fingers were thicker than her legs by far. I put the lid back on the container. I put it back on the side table. “No! Please, put me down!” she screamed in a tiny, quiet, high-pitch voice. She flailed desperately as if it would do her any good. She tried to lift her upper body enough to touch my fingers gripping her foot, but it was impossible for her to do.

I looked at her. She was a pretty typical specimen of a treat. She was wearing a gray hoodie and sweatpants, no make up, no nothing. A lot of the treats in the container were like her: women on a morning jog before they were shrunken down and collected by me. They were just totally normal people going about their day once, completely unaware they were destined to be caught up and consumed in my boyfriend and I’s kinky game. She made some more pathetic complaints and protests. I started to zone them out. I doubt my boyfriend was really listening either. If he was, it was just making him harder.

Now the real teasing began. I moved my hand with the treat to the left. I saw my boyfriend’s eyes trail steadily to the left with it. I quickly darted the hand to the right, hearing a loud scream from the tiny. My boyfriend’s eyes quickly darted in turn. I lifted her up further, and his eyes followed. I opened my mouth and brought her above it. The tiny woman was looking down into my maw as she precariously dangled over it. She was screaming her little head off. My boyfriend wasn’t amused at the idea, even though he knew I would never. He started whimpering again.

I closed my mouth. I leaned forward in my recliner. I held the treat right above his head. His eyes were locked on her. He knew he’d get his chance soon. I started lowering her to him. “I’ll do anything, please, just not this!” she cried. I steadily moved her down toward my boyfriend’s eager face. Soon she was practically touching his lips. My boyfriend got a little too eager. He lunged out at the treat and bit. He would have gotten her, but I reacted in time, quickly darting my hand above his reach. The tiny woman screamed louder than I thought she could. Poor thing was terrified.

“No! I said stay!” I chastised. My boyfriend whimpered apologetically as he got back into a sitting position and stayed still. Seeing he’s clearly at his limit, I brought the treat over his head again. I only made him wait a few more seconds. “Go,” I said as I drop her. She fell a few inches which must have felt like a skyscraper to her.

My boyfriend wasted no time opening his mouth to catch her. She landed on his tongue, and her cries were muffled as he closed his mouth around her immediately. No doubt the smell of my stinky feet was still on his breath. My boyfriend tilted his head, causing her to roll to the side of his mouth and he began quickly chewing with his mouth open. The volume of her screams oscillated with opening and closing of his jaw. As he chewed her up I started to pet him again. “Such a good boy,” I said cheerily, as I scratched his chin. Blood started to drip from his mouth as the screams were permanently silenced.

It wasn’t a particularly special or unusual day, all things said, but it didn’t need

CONTAINS: non-con, smoking, humiliation, fatal, blood, PISS

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Earl was driving his 16 wheeler down a dark, empty road. It was a familiar scene for many truckers like him. He was in his 40s, a tall man with thick arms and legs, and a huge beer gut to match. His skin was unevenly tanned from constant exposure to the sun from the windows of his truck. His black hair was short, graying, and receding.

Next to his seat, there were three cup-holders, all occupied. The one closest to the dashboard contained a bottle of coke, half empty. The next had an ashtray, not currently in use. The final cup-holder had another coke bottle. It was old one with no coke in it, but it did have something else: Madison.

Madison was a tiny woman he had bought at the last gas station. She was only half an inch tall. Tiny women like her are real cheap, so Earl decided to pick her up, kind of an impulse buy. She sat, hugging her legs, at the bottom of the bottle. She had been on the gas station’s shelf labelled as a “tiny stripper”. Her Playboy bunny outfit certainly made her look like one, too.

She wasn’t a stripper though, at least she wasn’t before the giants started collecting the people in her tiny city to sell. The giants just slapped any vaguely attractive tiny woman into a revealing, degrading outfit and put them on the shelves of any establish grimy enough. In reality, she was a college student in her 20s.

Madison looked around her plastic prison again. It was all there was to do, really. Couldn’t walk around much in these stupid high heels considering how much the bottle vibrated with each minuscule bump on the road. She looked up and saw Earl, her captor, through the slight distortion of the curves in the plastic. She saw him reach his big hand out of sight, and when it returned, she saw a box of cigarettes in his hand.

“Nooooo…” Madison said in a pathetic moan to herself, “Not again…” The coke bottle she was stuck in was open. This made it so she didn’t suffocate, but it also made it so every smell seeped right down inside the bottle. This wasn’t the first time Earl smoked on the ride, so she knew how awful it was gonna be, and she was dreading it. In all fairness, the current scent of Earl’s sweat, body odor, and farts that was omnipresent throughout the bottle wasn’t much better.

Earl placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Instantly, smoke billowed from the tip. Most of it was sucked out of the open window, but the whole truck would start to smell like it to some degree. Madison started coughing, not that Earl heard the tiny sounds she made, and its not like he would probably care at all if he could. The smell intensified as Earl as he tapped some of the ash from the tip of the cigarette onto the tray right next to Madison’s bottle.

Earl put the cigarette on one of the ashtray’s holders. Soon after he began to stop his truck. There was no traffic, so he was free to do so in the middle of the road. He needed to something. Nature called.

Madison was too busy suffering with the fumes of Earl’s vice to notice the truck stopped. However, there was no way for her to miss the fact that her bottle began to rise. She felt like she was on a roller coaster as the bottle was lifted out of the cup-holder. She expected it to be lifted up, either to be brought up to his face or for her to be dumped into his hand. Surprisingly the bottle was brought down.

He brought the bottle down to his crotch. She looked up and saw it covered in his old, stained jeans. From her angle, she also saw the under side of his big belly, which totally blocked any view of his face. She didn’t understand what was happening until he unzipped his fly and fiddled with it until his dick came out. He started adjusting the position of the bottle in relation to this huge cock. It was clear: he was gonna piss.

“Hey! I’m still in here!” Madison shouted up at the sky. Earl continued to adjust the bottle, and the head of his cock began to align with it, her anxiety rose. She realized he couldn’t hear her. She had been powerless for a long time now. It had mostly made her scared. Now it was making her mad. She clenched her fists and started shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping he’d finally hear or he’d at least remember she existed. “Oh come on you fat, creepy son of a bitch, I’m down here! You stupid fucker, don’t you-”

She was cut off abruptly as Earl started peeing. A high pressure stream of hot, steamy piss was sprayed out right on Madison, and she was immediately silenced and knocked down by it. It quickly started to fill up the bottle around her. She desperately started to swim up in the quickly rising pool of urine, her breath nearly giving out.

Earl moaned as relieved himself. He had held it in for quite a long time. But still, like always, after a few seconds he was done. He grabbed the cap for the bottle and twisted it on, trapping the scent inside. He held it up to his face and began to softly chuckle to himself. He saw Madison. He totally forgot about her.

He saw her in a pathetic state. She had managed to get to the surface, treading ‘water’, gagging from the disgusting smell of the dark yellow urine. Her whole body, her hair, her face, were entirely soaked. So was her cute little Playboy bunny outfit, which seemed so incongruous with her current situation it was almost comical.

“Help- help me!” Madison screamed in between spitting out mouthfuls of Earl’s piss. When she opened her eyes, she saw his face. She didn’t know whether or not he could hear her, but she knew for certain he could see her struggling. But he didn’t look concerned, far from it. He had a stupid smile painted on his pudgy, disheveled face as he let out a few small laughs.

She was that inconsequential to him. Sure, he had wanted to use her later, but right now, it was just funny to him how forgetful he was and how powerless she was. She wasn’t worth trying to fish out of the bottle, that’s for sure. He’d just get a new one at the next stop. As she continued to cry for help in a voice too quiet to pierce the plastic walls, Earl swished the bottle around. He saw her get taken under by a wave of piss. He started laughing harder as she desperately swam up to the surface again.

“Sucks to be you, bitch…” Earl said slowly, in a low, quiet, gravelly voice, as she once again began to catch her breath. Soon after, he tossed the bottle out of the window into a ditch on the side of the road.

Madison was sucked under another wave of piss as the bottle was tossed out the window. As the bottle spun through the air, she was subjected to the harsh movements of the liquid. She was quickly bashed against the plastic walls by the pressure as the bottle fell. The bones in her limbs broke and she started bleeding. As she sustained injuries, she was unable to continue holding her breath. Her lungs filled with piss and she began to drown in the foul fluid.

The bottle finally landed in a cold ditch on the side of the road. The impact wasn’t enough to break the bottle, but it did knock Madison unconscious as she continued to drown and bleed. Earl held down a button with his meaty finger to close his window, and then continued down the road in his truck. After he made it to the next stop, he never thought of this incident again.

                                                   Power is cruel 
                                                   1)  Bad luck

Damn weather. I sat in the excavator waiting for the rain to stop.
I just had to clear one area when it started. The boss sent everyone home, realizing that the rain would last until the evening and I, like the last fool, had to wait, because if I didn’t clear the site today, I’d get rain tomorrow because of my mistakes.
To hell with it. I started the excavator and began to clean the area, removing layer by layer.
Suddenly I heard the impact of metal on metal and my excavator stopped. fuck
I came out and immediately got wet to the skin. I saw a strange metal chest with an old-looking lock. it was strange. The depth of the quarry where I worked was more than 30 m. So it’s very strange. For a second, I was happy, I thought that I was finally lucky and this was some kind of cache of treasure. I tried to open this chest with a crowbar. but the ancient crap did not budge.

I had to go get a gas burner. My boss Mike grinned at me as I was soaked to the skin. (We are not on very good terms because I burned him for fraud with gasoline). He didn’t even ask why I needed a burner. Taking it, I headed to the chest and soon opened it, but instead of the treasures in my fantasies, I saw a strange book wrapped in cloth. Fuck, of course! We didn’t live richly, so there’s no point in starting.
Having hidden the book in my bosom, I headed to the boss.
Me: “Mr. Mike, I dug a pit, although there were some minor problems. Can I leave?”
Mike: “Of course you can when your shift is over”
I could hardly restrain myself not to punch him in the face. This smug asshole became a boss only because of his connections and dares to push me around. Believe me, you will pay one way or another for your bestial attitude towards me.
After finishing my work hours, I headed home. After 40 minutes by car I was home.
I put the book on the kitchen table and went into the shower to wash off the fatigue of the working day.
Coming out of the bathroom, I brushed my teeth.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a 32 year old man. tall, 194 cm tall, yes I was overweight, but this is the only obvious drawback. I was proud of my strong-willed chin and smug look.
But the narcissism did not last long. thoughts of what a mess I was in at work and in debt quickly brought me back to earth.
I went to the kitchen where there was a book wrapped in cloth.
I opened it and it looked strange with incomprehensible symbols on all the pages. like the ravings of a madman. I tried to find something similar on the Internet to understand how much it could be sold for. But I realized that it was clearly something ancient. While turning the pages I cut myself on the edge of the page.
A drop of blood fell onto the page.
suddenly the room lit up and I heard in my head “offering accepted”
On the pages of the book, the symbols began to turn into letters???
And at that moment I passed out.
When I woke up, I thought I was just glitched. but looking at the book on the table I was shocked.
I clearly saw the title. “Sacramentum”
Not believing my eyes, I started reading the book and came to the conclusion that this was some kind of nonsense. 90% of the book was about ancient rituals of “real history has passed” and all that crap
10% was a description of rituals and spells.
Moreover, obviously ridiculous things in terms of purification. Increasing the strength of things, etc. But one of them attracted me.
It read: “You will have the power to change both things and people. Only by thinking about it.”
I immediately ran to the bedroom and brought a gold wedding ring, the only thing I had left after the divorce.
I put it in front of the book and read the spell that was under the description. But nothing happened. I imagined copies of my wedding ring appearing in front of me, but nothing happened.
“Eureka”
I took a knife and carefully cut my finger, dripping blood onto the page. She illuminated the room with light and its flow hit my body.
“Well, it should work now!”
I again looked at the wedding ring, imagining copies of it appearing on the table, but nothing happened.
“I’m not fucking 32, but I believe in fairy tales”
Annoyed, I pushed the book away and opened the refrigerator, taking out a beer. With nothing to do, I flipped through the pages. After drinking 5 bottles I got pretty drunk.
But not enough to pass out.
I headed to the 24 hour store 5 blocks away. Even drunk, I didn’t feel comfortable walking through this area (I lived in a shitty area where even a police patrol car was afraid to drive by at night).
Taking 2 packs of beer, I headed to my home. When I saw 2 people wearing masks in an alley and 2 people sitting on their knees right in front of them. To my horror, I saw that they had guns pointed at the victims.
I realized the best I can do
This is to get away and call 922.
But at that moment when I tried to leave, I felt a poke in my back.
Unknown: “Turn around, baby”
The voice was clearly female, I turned around and saw a girl in a mask, about 165 cm tall, with a 45 caliber pointed at me.
unknown: walk
She told me pointing the direction to the victims in the alley.
“No, this can’t be real, I can’t be so unlucky!”

I went where I was ordered, next to two people in the alley.
They were clearly not from this area.
A fat 50 years look like man have brunette hairs and was dressed in an expensive three-piece suit. with obvious marks of blows on his face. There were marks on his wrist from the torn off watch.
Then I looked at the woman near him

She was blonde girl that look like 23 years old she has green and long hair fall on her shoulders .She was in black dress with a provocative neckline revealing her huge breasts. I see she wearing expensive high-heeled shoes. She looked more like an ideal image off woman not a real person.
Looking at the girl, I didn’t see the blow to the stomach that brought me to my knees.
unknown 2: Did you like the bitch?
Unknown 3: stop with this, it’s time to end this!
Unknown 2: damn, let me at least play with the bitch, I haven’t fucked for so long.
Unknown 3: in your mind, bitch, she saw my face!
I looked at the masked man who was clearly their boss and saw fingernail marks on his neck.
I realized that this would have been an ordinary robbery if the girl had not scratched the leader and tore off his mask. Having realized what happened, I realized that the bandits were going to get rid of the witnesses.
unknown 3: time to finish. finish them off!
“Wait, I beg you. Don’t kill me, I just passed by, I didn’t see your faces and I wasn’t here at all, and I’m also drunk, please let me go.
(I tried my best to save my life).
Unknown 3: Sorry man, one way or another you are a witness.
It was as if in slow motion I saw the bandits’ weapons pointing at me. (the masked girl stood behind them)
“no no I don’t want to die, not like that, not in this fucking alley on my knees. Damn life and you bitches!!! So that all of you, you fucking bandits and a couple of rich people, also feel what it’s like for me!!! So that you are a bitch small and life has crushed you like me!!!”
At that moment, time seemed to stand still for me.
And suddenly the people at the front line began…to decrease???
I saw how the gang of robbers rapidly lost their height until they became like toy soldiers. I looked to the right, the girl and the man were also rapidly decreasing in height.
The moment the bandits became only 5 cm tall. I saw small flashes of light from their side and something tickled my face.
Only a moment later did I realize that they were shooting at me.
unknown 2: die bitch!
“I heard the voice of an unknown bandit, albeit muffled.
unknown 3: “Run, you moron!” he said to the counterfeiter
I saw one of them trying to escape instinctively, I blocked his path with my palm.
Suddenly a petty bandit (unknown 1)
She walked towards me without fear.
unknown 1: “I don’t know how you did it, but you better grow us back to normal.
“You see a car nearby. Our guys are there, and if we don’t get out soon, my friends will come and shoot you, you fat fucker.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening, much less the reaction of the reduced bandit. But in panic, I turned my gaze and actually saw a car parked nearby with its headlights on.
Panic took over me. I understood that I was a dead man if their friends saw me now or if I grow the bandits back to normal as tiny bandit woman demand.
In a panic, I grabbed the unknown 2 and 3 and the bandit who screamed in horror. and threw them into the pocket on my jacket. Then I grabbed the fat rich man who froze with fear and put him in another pocket of my jacket.
Having already calmed down, I squeezed the girl in a black dress in my hand and examined it for a second. she was simply magnificent.
her attempts to break free and bite my fingers in the hope of freeing herself, even for a second, made me smile.
But remembering that danger was close, I put it in another pocket. And he headed towards the exit of the alley. And passing by a parked car, I actually saw 3 people in it who were clearly not Samoritans.

My heart was pounding furiously on the way home, and every now and then I looked around to see if there was a tail behind me.
But when I came home, I exhaled.
I took out 2 plastic containers with high sides and placed them on the table.
I took the bandits out of my pocket and put them in the first container. And the girl and the man in the second.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in front of me was real. “maybe I went crazy?”
But the screams coming from the bandit’s containerstold me that I had not gone crazy and that what I was seeing in front of me was real.

                         2)This is no damn fairy tall

I went to the sink and washed my face, trying to come to my senses in the hope that all this was drunken nonsense. But no matter how I try to deny it, it’s all real.
I walked over to the table and sat down on a chair. I saw unknown person 2 hitting the container with the butt of his pistol in a pathetic attempt to damage it. his boss is watching me with visible fear. The bandit girl went to the corner and leaned on it, trying to look fearless.
I looked at the little people in the container, still drunk. “What the fuck should I do with you now?” I saw and heard how unknown 2 shouted to me “fat fucker, you’re screwed, our people will find you and kill you.”

I really didn’t like that this asshole constantly called me fat and threatened me with death. I put my hand into the container and grabbed him.
“Watch your tongue” I said coldly.
"Fuck you! You’re already a dead motherfucker. Dead!!! he scream back to me.
This infuriated me and I began to slowly squeeze him. I saw him trying to hit my hands to get free and screaming.
“bitch. quickly let me go!! now.” !.
I saw how I literally squeezed the air out of his lungs and he stopped screaming.
I opened my hand and let him breathe in again.
“Fuck ribs bitch! You almost broke my ribs!” him scream again
in Furry i squzee him again "you better cut your toungle and stop
insult me right now or I swear there will be consequences!!!
in my rage, I squeezed him too hard and accidentally broke his rib.
when I unclenched him again, I saw him grab his ribs.
“man, wait, wait, please, I got it, I got it!!”
Seeing how this asshole finally realized that he should treat me with respect, I grinned.
“that’s better”
I saw him hiding his gaze from me in horror and realizing that his life was literally in my hand, and at that moment I realized.
For the first time in my life I hold other people’s lives in my hands, and in my case it’s literally.

petty

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Adam knocked on her door. “Adam! What’s up?” Rena asked after hugging him. “Well, you said you’d like to be ahem…played with but I was thinking what about something cooler” he replied. “Such as?” she asked. “A surprise. You got time?” he asked. Rena looked at the clock. “Yeah, Diego won’t be home from school for another three hours” she replied. “Grab your keys” he said grinning. Rena grabbed her keys and slipped her sandals on. She locked her apartment door. Adam followed her to her Nissan Altima and got into the passenger seat. “Take a right onto the street and keep going” he said. “You’re not going to tell me where we’re going are you?” she asked. “And spoil the surprise?” he asked.

Rena kept driving for almost a half hour. “We’re near the city line” she said. “I know. Take a right at the next intersection” he said. Rena did as instructed. The road turned into dirt as she passed abandoned warehouses. “If I didn’t know any better I thought you were planning to rape, murder me, and ditch my body out here” she said. “You feel anxiety? Nervousness?” he asked. “Fuck yeah” she replied. “Good. That means the security function is working” he said. “Security function?” she asked. Adam didn’t answer. “Over there. Go up to that gate” he said. “You mean the gate with the sign that says “Warning chemical contamination zone”?!” she asked. Adam nodded. She stopped before the gate. Adam held out his hand and suddenly the gate opened on its own. “Pull forward to the warehouse” he said. “Adam…”

“Trust me” he said. Rena did even though every part of her screamed she should go the other way. She stopped the car and Adam got out. He motioned for her to follow. He had to hold her hand to calm her enough to even approach. Adam turned the doorknob to the outside door and brought her inside. “It’s empty” she said. “Expecting something else?” he asked. “Yeah like leaking barrels of chemicals and shit” she said. Rena was shocked that not only was it empty but virtually pristine compared to the rust stains on the outside. The inside was as big as an aircraft hangar at 300ft long and 150ft wide. “Welcome to what me and my sister call the “Debug Room” he said. “Debug Room?” she asked. “The actual name for it is the Beta Testing Facility #248” he said. 248? Like your name?” she asked. “My name isn’t just my series number but also the number for the simulation. Los Angeles is the 248th simulation in the network. Denver is the 121st and so on” he said. “What’s the first?” she asked. “New York” he replied. “So debugging is what?” she asked. “Testing updates before they are installed to see if there are any errors. Your world is constantly updated to make sure things run smoothly. However, those updates are tested here first” he said. “How?” she asked. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248 requesting login for Beta Testing Facility 248” he said. “Processing. Administrator privileges confirmed. Login complete” a voice said. “Generate greater downtown Los Angeles scale level one. No population” he said. Within seconds, they were surrounded by familiar buildings seen every day except far, far more smaller. Not even the tallest buildings passed their necks.

“Holy shit!” Rena yelled jumping in fright. Her movement caused her foot to smash a small bank to rubble. “Oh god!” she cried. Adam laughed. “The look on your face is priceless. Relax. It’s only a simulation. Nothing here is real. Watch” he said. With a wave of his hand the bank was whole again. Rena looked around her. “So, this is fake? Felt pretty real to me” she said. The same physical rules for your world are replicated here. Wouldn’t be a good test otherwise. It can even generate people. You might want to stand still for this" he said. “Generate population from current system load. Set to non-interactive” he said. Instantly, ant sized humans appeared around her. “Oh, this is freaky as fuck! They’re walking and driving around my feet like I’m not even here!” she said. “It’s set so they don’t notice you. All of them are based on actual people in your world but they lack things like personally or memories. Observe” he said bending down and plucking someone up. He showed the human to her. In his hand was a young woman barely two millimeters tall. Rena had to squint but she appeared to have been in the middle of shopping looking at the bags she carried. “As you can see she’s not screaming or anything, but I can activate very basic feelings…like fear” he said waving his hand. Suddenly the tiny woman began looking around frantically and then locked eyes on Rena. “Adam this looks kinda mean” she said. “Mean? She’s a puppet Rena. She’s not real. No more than an NPC of one of your video games. Her responses are a basic program. Compared to you she might as well be a windup toy” he said. Rena was still wary. “I can make her docile” he said waving his hand again. The woman stopped cowering. Adam brought her close to his face. “She’s very pretty isn’t she?” he asked. The woman nodded. “She’s so cute when she’s flustered” he said. The woman nodded again. “Okay I get it” Rena said grinning.

“I don’t think you do” Adam said pushing her. Rena came down with a crash obliterating four square blocks and anyone in her path. Rena began panicking. “It’s not real” Adam said sternly. Rena looked around. She had utterly pancaked people under her body but not a single person seemed concerned. “Now you got it” he said extending his hand. Rena grabbed it and yanked him forward causing him to crash as well. “Something tells me you used this place for more than what you said it was for” she said. “You’d be right. There were times in needed to…relax” he said. “You mean Godzilla your ass around town” she said. Adam shrugged. “What happened to that woman?” she asked. Adam showed her his hand with a small blotch of blood. “Oh damn” Rena said. Adam scoffed. They both got up and brushed off the bodies and debris from their bodies. “This will take some…”

CRUNCH

Rena looked down to see she had crushed dozens of people under her sandaled foot. “And you were talking about me Bigfoot?” Adam asked. “I’ll show you Bigfoot” she said kicking her sandals off and grabbing Adam. They tussled around crushing anyone on the street Rena pushing him into the US Bank Tower. It toppled over like a Jenga tower. Adam tripped her up making her fall forward crushing a Starbucks under her tits. By the time they had stopped, they had leveled 20 buildings and taken about 10,000 simulated lives. Rena was dotted with blood smears and debris dust. She was visibly laughing. “I needed this. Between work, Diego, and you I was stretched the fuck out” she said. Adam had stood up and was peering into an office building that had shockingly survived. “I know. I could detect the stress levels in you” he said. “What’re you looking at?” she asked. “Some random office workers having sex. Most curious” he muttered. Rena walked over pulverizing some rubble to see. “Haha! They are and wow they’re going at it. I thought you said they’re just fakes so why are they fucking?” she asked. “The simulation allows for basic actions like driving, walking, working their jobs, apparently the program allows for sex as well. Interesting” he said smashing the windows with his fingers and grabbing the man and woman mid sex. “Aww, you could’ve let them finish” Rena said. “I’m checking their codes. I don’t see any errors. Hold him” he said giving the bug sized naked man to her. Adam looked closer at the wriggling female between his fingers. “Odd. I see codes I did not program” he said. “Maybe it happened on its own?” Rena asked. “Like they evolved? Don’t be silly. Programs don’t evolve. They’re not alive” he said. “Coming from a program” she said. “…point taken. I will look into the matter later” he said.

Rena looked at the man still in his hand. “Uhh…what should I do with him?” she asked. “Anything you want” Adam replied. Rena leaned her head closer. “He’s kinda cute like this” she said. She leaned forward more with her lips slightly open. She took a breath, a breath strong enough to accidentally vacuum the tiny man into her mouth. Striking her throat, Rena instinctively swallowed him. “Oh crap I just ate him. Feels like I swallowed…”

“A bug?” Adam finished. Rena began chuckling. “Yeah I guess so” she said. Adam placed the woman between his fingers into his own mouth. He grabbed Rena and roughly kissed her. Using his tongue, he pushed the woman into her mouth. Looking into his eyes, she swallowed. “Congrats. You graduated from Bigfoot to Queen Kong” he laughed. She went to swat him, and Adam jumped back. He made her chase him halfway through the city. Rena had long stopped caring about those crushed flat under her bare feet. Adam reached down and plucked a convertible from the street. He shook it until two young women, the driver and passenger tumbled out into his hand. Adam popped one into his mouth, swished her around and then swallowed her alive. He offered the other to Rena. “No thanks. I’m having the guilt willies even though they’re not real” she said. Adam brushed the hair out from her face. “There may be hope for your species yet” he said. “Wait? Were you testing me?” she asked. “Yes I was. I wanted to see what you’d do with some real temptation” he replied. Rena was visibly pissed. “It was important for me to know if I was going to have a long term relationship with you” he said explaining.

Rena looked half surprised and half confused. “System call. End simulation” he commanded. The city, the people, the dead and dying, all disappeared. He motioned for her to sit on the floor. “It’s blatantly obvious I have feelings for you. It’s not just the enjoyable sensation of fucking you, or even looking at your perfect body. I find what makes you…well you very pleasing. Someone told me how to manage long term relationships and it occurred to me I never gave that any thought when it comes to you. How long do I wish to keep seeing you?” he asked. “Isn’t that decision up to me too?” Rena asked annoyed. “Of course it is but you don’t understand what long term means for my kind. Rena, I’m immortal. Can I shoulder the burden of watching you grow old while I never age? Or starting this all over again in the next cycle? I am changing and it…frightens me.” he said. Adam shed a tear from his right eye. He caught it with his finger. “Look. I can calculate Pi to its trillionth place digit but I do not know the mathematics behind tears” he said quietly. Rena scooted close to him and held him tight. “Forget what in your mind. What does your heart want?” she asked. Adam touched her chest where her heart was. “I want that to be mine and nobody else’s. I want to see you every day. To fuck you every day. To live with you every day. To see Diego grow up and show the world what humanity should…could be. I want to be a part of all of that” he replied. “Okay” she said quietly.

Speaking of Diego, let’s see what he’s up to. System call. Generate Greenwood Elementary School. Current timeframe. Scale level 20. Populate with local humans" he commanded. The warehouse was filled with the grounds of a school, in which the main building was in the center of the warehouse. Everything much bigger than the last sim but even so the building only came up to their upper abdomen. “Eeek! Look how tiny they are!” Rena squealed seeing the schoolchildren apparently at recess outside. “All those possible futures” he said. “And there’s Diego! He’s such a cutie!” the woman squealed. “Why don’t you pick him up?” Adam asked. “No, I’d be too scared too. I’m too scared to even take a step let alone pick him up. Adam? Can you make anything here? Even stuff from the past?” she asked quietly. “As long as it is from 1960 until now and it occurred in Los Angeles then yes” he replied. “I’d like to see my mom” she said softly. “Very well. System call. Replace simulation with…one moment.” he said accessing Rena’s mother’s files. “Ah. Replace simulation with location 1771 High Street. Date August 29, 2018. Population only occupants of home. Scale level 23” he said. The simulation was exchanged for a stucco brick one level home in a poor neighborhood. The neighborhood was vacant leaving the only people inside the home in question. Outside was a familiar Nissan Altima. “So, you drive your mother’s car” Adam said. Rena was too fixated on the house at her feet.

“I remember this” she muttered. “Remove roof” he commanded. The roof disappeared revealing those inside. “Dios…mama, Diego, me…” she whispered. Adam looked down. Taking a nap was little four-year-old Diego in his room. A teenage Rena was laying on her bed playing with her phone. In the living room was her mother Eliza. From her size, she was about four inches tall. Rena stared at her. The woman was busy cleaning the living room and suddenly stopped grimacing in pain. Teenage Rena got off her bed and walked to the living room. At that second, her mother Eliza straightened up and kept cleaning. Adam heard her say something in Spanish and teenage Rena replied annoyed. Rena began crying. “You stupid spoiled idiot. It was just the fucking trash!” She yelled. “Your mother hid her sickness from you” Adam said. “She did. Working two jobs to support us and took care of the house. My ungrateful ass gave her shit because she asked me to take the trash out” Rena said quietly. Rena sat down sobbing quietly. “Lo siento…lo siento…” she kept saying asking for forgiveness. “System call. Set population to passive mode” Adam order quietly. He reached down and plucked the woman up. “Rena, open your hands” he said. She looked up and opened them as he placed her mother in them. Rena went rigid in shock.

“Ma…mama?” she asked. The woman looked at the giantess. Adam sat next to her. “She set not to be scared of you if you were wondering. If anything she’s curious about you” he said. Rena lifted her closer to her face. The woman began using her hands to brush away the wet tear steaks on her face. “Haha…she always did that” Rena muttered. “I can see where you got your looks from” Adam said. “Really?” Rena asked a smiling. “You have her soft eyes. And apparently those big feet” he said grinning. “Un momento mama…” she said using her fingers to take her mother’s left slipper off her tiny foot and slapping Adam on the nose with it. “Mama…I’m so sorry. I should’ve been a better daughter” Rena said. The woman stood up in her palm and hugged her cheek. “Rena, you are a good daughter, and a mother to your little brother. I’m sure she would be proud” Adam said. Rena leaned over and kissed him. Rena placed her mother back in the home and stood up. “We…we should head back. Diego will be getting home soon” she said. Adam nodded. “System call. End simulation” he said.

Rena drove them back to her apartment as Adam muttered and gestured now and then. “What’re you up to?” she asked. “Last surprise of the day” he said. Once they had gotten back, they got out the car and Adam walked her to her apartment door. Adam reached into his pocket and handed her a stuffed envelope. Rena opened it. “United States Department of Immigration Services?” she asked reading the header. The more she read, the more shocked she became. She found another set of documents with it and they read almost the same. She nearly fell to the ground in shock before Adam caught her. “Wha…is…are these real?!” she asked. “For you absolutely. Congratulations. You and Diego are officially United States citizens. Guess that dream of going to college isn’t so farfetched after all” he said. Rena hugged him and cried very hard into his chest. He had to bring her into her apartment she was so shaken. “Rena! Rena what’s wrong?” Diego asked coming through the door wearing his book bag. “We’re legal. No more hiding!” She replied crying. Diego laughed and cried with her as Adam watched. For him it was beyond simple to change her data in the server from illegal immigrant to naturalized citizen. Simple for him, meant all the world to them. “You don’t have to strip anymore. Anything you need I can provide for you and your brother” Adam said. Rena quietly nodded. Adam spent the rest of the day with them before logging out. The next day, Rena quit her job as a stripper. However, being one of the most popular ones there at the club, her quitting didn’t go unquestioned. It was a honest mistake but Rena told her best friend there she was legal and that woman told the manager. The question of how she became legal so quickly and easily began to swirl around and one particular person who went by the nickname “Madre Bruja”. A woman who didn’t take kindly to anyone fucking with her money…or anyone hustling in her territory.

What was coming would change everything…

“You finished in here, you little bastard!” His uncle Victor screamed as he slammed the door open. The forty-year-old drunkard was not in costume. Tonight was not about fun and games for him.

“Y-Yes, Vick!” Mathew stammered as he was shocked by his uncle’s sudden entrance. “Just nervous, not sure I can do this.”

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This is a big night for our people,” Vick said as he placed a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “The vale between this world and the other side is weakest, and Warlocks like us are practically gods with the amount of power seeping through.”

“But I’ve never used magic in public like this. What if I screw up?”

“Relax, kid, that’s what I’m here for.” The older less than gentleman said with a thumbs up. “If you start doing anything that would threaten our security, I’ll step in and put you in your place.”

“Ya, I know,” Mathew said as he turned back to the mirror. “But what if I screw up, do something that no amount of power can undo?”

“Then, as long as we cover it up so the mortals can’t find out, you’ll just have to live with yourself” Vick then laughed at himself. “You know, I actually introduced your parents on Halloween. Maybe instead of something horrible, you do something fantastic and make some girl or a guy happy for the rest of their life.”

“You know what, your right!” Mathew said as he straightened his spine. “Tonight is about reveling in power, testing the limits of how much of the unholy might we can channel before being overwhelmed! I’m going to go to that party and see just how much havoc I can unleash!”

“That’s the spirit, kid! Go get 'em!” Mathew then marched out the door and went to his truck, his uncle taking the form of a bat the size of a hawk. It was time for some controlled chaos!

…

The party was at a campground in the middle of the woods. There wear a few tables set up with snacks and multiple punch bowels, chairs sporadically placed about, five different bonfires, but only two seemed to be attended, and a row of privacy tents, for you damn well know what. Mathew walked into the crowd of young twenty-somethings, some put more effort into their costumes than others, and he had a hard time figuring out what he would do first. He could feel the might of the other side flowing into him close to bursting, and he had to find a way to relieve it.

“HA HA HA HA!” He turned to look at who was laughing so hard. There were three girls all standing around a punch bowl, one blond dressed like a fairy, a brunette dressed like a gingerbread woman, and an Asian dressed like a mouse. Mathew knew precisely what he would do with his newfound might now. He whispered a spell, and suddenly the girls became sick and rushed to the campground’s bathroom. Mathew put up an illusion around himself as he followed them. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to see their transformations from the beginning, but they were in the middle of them as he walked in. They slowly and painfully shrank out of their clothes, but size was not the only thing changing.

“Wh-What’s happening to m-me!” The blond screamed as she curled onto the ground, sparkly see-through wings growing out of her back.

“Fuck, what was in that punch!?” The brunette said as she watched her very flesh convert into gingerbread, other parts of her body becoming different kinds of candy, all seasonally appropriate.

“This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!” The poor tiny Asian said as she grabbed at her ever-growing ears, a cute little tail sprouting from just above her ass.

“Oh, I’m afraid this is very much happening~.” The three turned to look up at the titanic man in a vampire costume just as he looked down at the little fairy, mouse girl, and gingerbread woman. He then collected them off of the ground. The blond was extra cute, instinctually flapping her little wings and tripping over herself as he grabbed her. He then placed all of them on the diaper-changing station. He chuckled as they tried to maintain some modesty.

“D-Did you do this to us!? Change us back this-” The Asian mousey ordered, but went as silent as a ghost when Mathew undid his pants and flopped his cock out onto the changing station.

“You are in no position to be asking me to do anything,” Mathew said, coldly amused. “This is what’s going to happen. The mouse and the fairy will work my dick with their bodies. And as for you…” He said as he grabbed up the scared gingerbread girl. She hadn’t flattened out, still keeping all her curves, which made what he did next so much more fun. “You’ve been tricked, and now, you’re my treat!” She screamed as he opened his mouth.

“Fucking Christ! You can’t just eat me!” She did her best to fight back, pressing her legs against his lips to try and push away from his mouth. “I’m a human being, not a fucking candy bar!” The candy woman’s friends looked up in horror, only for their tormentor to look down at them with cold eyes.

“Get to work, or I’ll do this to you next.” He said in a very deadpan tone, right before biting the gingerbread woman’s legs off right under the knees. She screamed bloody murder as he chewed her legs, crunching her sugar bones, savoring the flavor of her strawberry syrup blood and taffy tenants. The fairy and the mouse girl quickly hot onto his cock. The mouse grinded up and down his shaft while the fairy massaged the head of his dick.

“Fuuuuccckk!” The poor candy woman screamed as her tasty blood gushed out of her stumps. Mathew then moved his lips between her legs and started eating her out. Her screams of pain became unintelligible as his saliva began to dissolve her cookie body. The way she twitched, wiggled, and pitifully tried to resist as she was melted alive from the inside out was making the evil Warlock very aroused. Not that the work of the little fearful little things on his cock didn’t help, they just needed training, and if they survived his whims, they might get it. It was only when his plaything stopped moving did Mathew eat her. Turning his attention back down to the fairy and the mouse, he grabbed up the mousey and his cock, rubbing her up and down his shaft as he jerked off. The moment he heard the poor little Asian start cracking and popping, he cumed all over the blond fairy. To the unfortunate petite blond, it was like being splashed with gallons of sticky worm substance with enough force to knock her on her back. It felt odd to her. The globs of masculine seed were heavy, making it hard to move.

“HEY! This is the girl’s room, creep!” Mathew turned, seeing a ginger woman wearing one of those sexy cat outfits, and with a smile, he cast a similar spell on her that he did on the others. “Get out, before I get some real men in here to… To…” She stammered, feeling the same pain as the other women did. She slowly and painfully shrank down to eighteen inches tall, her new cat ears and tail matching her hair color. “Wh-What happened to me?”

“Never mind that.” Mathew said, gaining her attention, but her eyes soon were transfixed on the cute little mousy he was holding up by the tail. “You want your treat?” With a hypnotized look on her face, the cute little kitty nodded. “Then get over here.” She did as he commanded, letting him pick her up and place her on the changing station. Getting a better look at her, her lustful green eyes, how her little freckles seemed to go just about everywhere, she was a natural beauty, and she was on her knees before him.

“Please let me have the treat, sir~.” She said in a heavy lust filled tone. “I’ll do anything for it~!”

“Then pick up the fairy and lick it clean.” Again, she did as she was commanded. His little kitty didn’t just lick but lightly nibble, not enough to pierce the skin, just enough to make the poor lady squeal in her clutches. Getting him even harder. “Now, move her feet first to the head of my cock.” The little fairy was then moved to the requested location, and to both little women’s shock, the hungry thing sucked her feet into the slit.

“GOD NO, SOMEBODY HELP ME!” The poor petite blond said as she was slowly fed to the demonic dick. Her curves bulged his shaft as she was sucked deeper and deeper into his masculinity. Mathew had to hold back from accidentally cumming out the struggling little fairy, but the risk of that was gone when she was utterly consumed by the cock. The kitty looked in awe as the wiggling form moved into the balls, her kicks and punches could be seen, and if you tried, you could even hear her scream as she was slowly being broken down into cum.

“Now open wide for your treat~.” The cute little kitty looked even more adorable as she tilted her head back and opened wide, waiting for her yummy mousy. “Now, no closing your mouth~. I want to watch you swallow her alive~.”

“NO!” The poor tiny Asian screamed as she was lowered slowly into the ginger’s hungry mouth. “Please, don’t eat me! I have money! I could suck your cock, or your clit! Please don’t kill me like this!” The mousy cried as more and more of her passed the kitty’s lips. The ginger started to gag a bit, the size difference was not big enough to make the act of eating the smaller woman alive easy. But despite the significant difficulty, the cute kitty could swallow her meal, lying on her back and using one hand to rub her belly and the other to rub her clit. But then she yelped as Mathew grabbed her up in a way that pinned her arms and legs to her side.

“My turn~!” Mathew said as he lowered the struggling little thing onto his cock. Her agony was evident on her face as he slowly filled her as much as he could.

“S-So full…” She gasped out through gritted teeth. “Gently, s-sir… Or I-I’ll break!”

“What makes you think your life is any more voluble to me than theirs wear?” Before she could even protest, Mathew began to slam her up and down on his dick roughly. She screamed as he used her like the pocket pussy she was. She was so small that he couldn’t even fit all of himself into her, not that it stopped him from trying. Mathew snarled like a beast as he killed the tiny woman with his cock, taring her open inside as he cummed into her broken, bleeding body. He dropped her on the floor like the garbage she was to him, chuckling as he saw a partial skeleton leak out of her cunt along with blood and cum. He then walked out of the lady’s room, a little surprised that everyone was staring at him.

“I suppose you all heard that, then?” The stunned silence was all the evidence he needed, which sealed the partygoer’s fate. He unleashed more power than he ever had before, everyone had shrunk to a few inches tall in mere moments. He was not skilled enough with this level of might to do anything clever like he did to the girls in the bathroom. He then walked among the crowd, plucking up tiny women and feeding them to his dick. He wanted to replenish his cum supply to continue the fun. He then noticed something, and a smile formed on his face as he grabbed up the tiny man. “Hello, Steve! How is your Halloween?”

“Good God, don’t kill me!” The tiny man screamed. Steve was a coworker, a coworker Mathew dispised. He then noticed a group of six women cowering together under one of the drink tables, and his grin only grew wider. He shifted the masculine energy out of Steve and spread it around the six women, taking some feminine energy from all of them to replace Steve’s original essence. Steve screamed in agony as he was forcibly shifted from one gender to another. And Mathew had to admit. The blond jerk made a much more attractive woman than a man. “P-please… D-don’t eat me with your…”

“My dick? No, your not for me to play with.” He then set Steve down under the table. “They get to play with you~.” Steve then looked behind him, and saw six women two-thirds his size, all with throbbing hard male genitals and a supernatural lust dominating their minds. In mere moments, the former man was savagely gang-raped by horny futa mini giantesses. Leaving them to it, Mathew moved on to try and find others hiding from him. Stepping on tiny men while giggling like a child, he noticed two women running from cover, and he moved quickly to pick them up. The two Indian women looked like sisters, then Mathew had another evil idea. Growing the older of the two to four feet tall, pinning her with a boot on her throat.

“Let us go, you fucking demon!” The pinned woman screamed, only earning a laugh from the Warlock.

“Tempting, but I have a better idea~.” Mathew then began to feed the younger woman to his dick." I’ll let you both go if you save her, using only your mouth. Deal?" The pinned woman glared at him but reluctantly nodded. He let her up onto her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, trying to suck the other woman out of his cock. The feeling of his cock trying to suck the tiny in while the larger woman tried sucking her out was a very intense sensation. And when he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed the bitch by the head and forced her to swallow both his load, and the smaller woman. Mathew didn’t bother to savor the misery of the woman before him, shrinking her to half an inch and leaving her. The following two hours were spent inflicting similar horrors on everyone he could find. Cleaning up the evidence as best he could, no one ever figured out what happened to all those people.

Oh, looks like someone survived the blender. That won’t stop me from smearing you on my toast little man~!