Earned a Treat [MM/f Short Story]
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Finally back with some giant men and tiny women!
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