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Giants Uprising

@olo Okey Dokey.

@olo What? How?
Reno’s is listed as older image so if they saw it then made the top pic they would be inspired by.
Reno couldn’t have been inspired by an image he hadn’t seen.
So, my wonder if molendijk was inspired by Reno can’t be the other way around.
I’m slightly confused.

I wonder if Steve O Reno inspired them.

@olo Wait till she gets a load out of him. (Dang it, there needs to be a little woman in a white puddle emoji. )

@olo Maybe it’s just an all body tongue hug with a little playful tasting afterward.

@sloppy_amy Maybe they weren’t. Maybe he took matters into his own lap.

@olo This might be the new two girls one cup. Little private thick shower.

If they would have just stopped blaring their music I would have let them be. But no, now they have new reasons to make noise.

I bet she’s hoping it isn’t a entry position.

Hope you enjoy this community.

Great, now I need to go visit DA.

@sloppy_amy It might not be the fit he’s looking for but the fear of him trying. Teasing can be pleasing.

Jim nods and we thank the lad. The car was plush and Jared seemed polite. But I barely noted the ride home. “Night buddy, I’ll pop over tomorrow to help with the cage.” Jim advised as I exited the car.

“Thanks, for that and tonight. This was amazing like nothing else.” I praised. “Have a good night.” I walk up to my apartment followed by Jared carrying the cage and it’s supplies. I thanked him and he left.

I lift my doggie cage and place it on my kitchen table. And pull my remaining slice of cake and put the terrified girl topped slice on a plate. Adding the three pretty things still trapped within their icing dollops. Pouring myself some rum on ice. I cut a bit and looked at the little cage instructions.

Nibbling as I get the instructions down. It was a simple matter of attaching a multi-nozzle to the end of the spout then adding a hose to the cage from the nozzle. A drain hose for wet wastes is attached to the cage and placed into the drain. The cage was basically a sleeping pad and a washroom chamber. It would be crowded, but work for the night.

Looking in the box of clothes. The outfit ready for them for tonight was a skimpy top and loin cloth, it was labeled the slave doll. Each little baggie was marked with each pet’s face. I lift a scared accent matching each bag. I place the outfit and pet into the cage between bites of cake till only the still restrained lovelies and their outfits remain.

I crack open busty Gabriel’s candy cage. Eating the sweet entrapment as I stroke and torment the scared dark haired girl. Sipping my cool drink as I finish that cage. Lifting her by her toned legs and bracing her back. I lick at the fruit flavored icing decorating her curves. I happily suckle the sugar coverings from her ample chest. Making sure to give her a few extra laps. Giggling, I carefully crush the strawberry pink shoes off her feet. Orally cleaned and tormented, I smile at her licking my lips. Just as she starts to show signs of defeat I place her in the cage with her slave costume.

I followed one chest heavy girl with another, Strawberry blonde Helen LeBlanic. I cracked her confection cage. Lifting her right away. I looked at this trembling treat. The real Helen was a very pretty but robust young lady. This pretty thing was like they sculpted Helen’s head and chest on a curvy athletic girl’s body. No, that wasn’t it either. Helen’s chest stuck off her chest with an enticing plump pillow effect. But these literally stuck out from this little creature’s chest, but resisted gravity like I would have thought impossible.

Laughing to myself as I realized all the little ladies were designed more ideally than their natural state had. I attend these wonders of science with my mouth. It seems Helen’s chest, in reality or by their design, was very sensitive. As my tongue darts and strokes those firm orbs her breathing clearly changed to gasping in arousing breaths. Soon moans start slipping out as nipples reach out for more attention.

I leave those delights reluctantly. Lifting her above my mouth. Lowering her chest deep past my lips. Slowly polishing her toned form of ever sweet taste. Teasing her breast tips with my tongue tip. And despite her dangerous position, she started submitting to the sensations flooded over her. I lifted her out and she clearly didn’t know how to react. Being in an easily swallowable location. Yet aroused by that area’s ability to give sensations. She stayed conflicted as I added her and her new outfit to the cage.

I pulled Helen’s friend from the slice of cake she still sat upon. I place her entire candied cage, full, into my mouth. Pressing my lips over kicking legs. The icing, even as hard as it was, quickly dissolved in my warm mouth. Soon fruit flavors mixed with the sweet crumble. I fill my mouth with saliva. The pretty thing’s curves start to get explored as the sweet covering were swallowed away.

Resistant, the brunette tried to fight my tongues exploring. Failing to keep my tongue from stroking over her perky breasts as the tip breaks through to tease her sensitive girlhood. Soon all the candied flavors are gone. Only the little pink shoes kicking just past my lips was all her icing left upon her.

I fill my mouth with rum and hold it in my mouth. The girl struggles and fights. Then I feel her weaking. Twitching as alcohol liquid filled her lungs. I saved the lovely young thing from drowning in my mouth by swallowing hard. Too close to unconsciousness to even squirm as she followed the drink to her death.

Last was the pig-tailed blonde with a young model’s body, Cyder. She had watched the devouring of the girl before her. Now she was in his focus. I petted her little pig-tails. Cracking the icing shell and releasing a startled whimper. Licking my lips I let out a kindness, “Don’t worry Cyder. I’m full, you’ll live tonight. But I can’t put you away for the night covered in icing. So.” Then I lift her. Lowering her toward my mouth I rotate her from head first to feet. “Which way? Which way?” I tease. But slowly I slip her in, feet first. Tongue pressed her back to the roof of my mouth. Swiping and grinding my tongue over her enticing form. She whimpers. I’m not sure if it’s from arousal or distrust in my statement. Arousing either way.

I feel my head nod. It’s late. I’m slightly drunk. And my stomach is full. Bed is calling. But I was erect. I pull Cyder from my mouth. Opening up my pants I draw her toward my penis. She screams as I wrap her to myself. Spit slick I stroke her along my length. Quickly I pump and the sensation of that delightful little body along my length brings amazing pleasure. Repeated arousal and drink added with want and rush of tormenting power brings me happily to concussion. Thick warm cum escapes me and covers the tiny blonde. I warmly shutter as I feel her bathed in my semen.

Once finished, I open up the device attached to my kitchen tap and rinse cum from the tiny delight drowning in it. Once I’m happy with her shower I place her and the last costume into the cage and clip the top closed.

I get ready for bed and lay down. Dreams of tiny harem praising me mix with screaming pretties devoured for my hungers. But I sleep well.

Holly stepped up to us and asked, “Anything else gents?”

“No lovely girl. We are done with the eating part. You mind bringing me the bill and our accent lists. Will, the cake?” Was Jim’s reply.

I looked at the confection. I pulled all the remaining dollops out but Amy’s. “I want to take that slice home please.” I explained as I dropped the icing trapped others in the cage.

“Oh, good choice Will.” Holly purred and left with the cake.

Licking my fingers I finished the form. “Ahh, it’s saying competition once the blood sample is confirmed?” I questioned. Lifting my drink and it’s mysterious accent.

“Here, let me see.” Jim took the tablet. “You are getting an exception, because you will behave and not tell anyone. Or mess this up in any way.” Jim threatened.

Sipping around the girl eyeing her. She was starting to look familiar. Or I was drunk and wanted to know who she was. Holly came back and placed an egg carton material take home container beside me. Placing what looked like some photo booth strips and a red marker on top. Handing the bill and another strip and a marker to Jim.

“Your accent list will have a name.” Jim suggested. “You can clear around us if you like Holly. We will be a few minutes to let things settle and for his card to be finalized.” He offered.

“Thanks Mr. Hathaway.” She replied, gathering some of the dishes.

“No problem. Holly. I know it’s getting late in your shift.” Jim noted. Adding to defend from the smirk I gave him, “Holly works a mid-shift. Early morning class of some kind. That’s why I know.”

“Business classes.” She offered. “Now I’m sad. I thought you were keeping tabs on me.” she teased as she swayed away.

“Shame. I think that borders on sexual harassment.” I teased.

“The front end manager does all the hiring and firing. Our interactions don’t affect her job.” He defended.

“Unless she majorly fowls. Then you own her shrunken sweet ass.” I retorted.

“Yeah. But that is decided by management and not individual board members. You can piss us off and the structure keeps us from overly punishing them. There is a dishwasher that always seems to over spray dishes as one of the other board members enters that area. Soaks them every time. She hates him. But, he’s a good loyal worker.” Jim smiled out.

Looking over the list of faces from my accents I found the mystery girl. “Ha ha, I know her. Nicole used to babysit her years ago. Grown up nicely I see.” I say lifting the trembling girl to eye level.

“Oh, Holly must have grabbed from the bottom of the list for that one. I don’t even know how she got on that list if that’s the case.” Jim explained.

“Her name is the same as the hot black girl that works at the gas station near my apartment.” I answer his confusion.

“No really.” He laughed. “I love gasing my car there when she’s working. Those tight tops she wears as she leans cheerfully over that counter. I remember adding her to your list. Holly must have just grabbed by the name and gotten the wrong one. That one is cute though.”

“Yeah.” I agree. Then I down my drink, sliding her in my mouth head first. The young woman squirmed and screamed but I hooked my tongue between her thighs and swallowed hard. Slurping loudly as her long legs receded into my mouth. As she slid wiggling down my throat I explained, “But if she’s anything like her mother. She would be a nasty little bitch.” Jim laughed loudly.

“What are these by the way?” I asked, holding the photos of my snacks and keepers.

“Accent list. Use the red marker to mark over the name of any accent you ate or plan on eating. Then we can go on to the last part of the night.” He explained as he began his list. Stopping to open his cage to compare to the faces of the survivors.

I follow suit. Marking off the girls now digesting in my stomach. “So what’s next?” I ask as I red strip over Gloria’s name.

“Oh, just the bow on the package.” Jim mumbled his answer.

“Mr. Jackson, your membership and access card.” Holly’s voice startled me. She suddenly sounded nervous.

“I said you could call me Will Holly.” I reply, accepting the greyish card.

“Sorry but the rules are staff is to call Platinum and Board members by their last name. I didn’t realize before. Please accept my apologies.” Holly said bowing.

“It’s ok Holly. I didn’t know either.” I replied in confusion.

“Holly, if there is nothing else, please gather the dishes.” Jim said sternly.

“Yes Mr. Hathaway.” She babbled and grabbed the few remaining glasses and cutlery and seemed to speed away.

“What was that all about?” I wondered, “And what does Platinum status and why do I have it?”

“She is worried again over what she knows is a small deal with me. You have Platinum status, well platinum plus because we’ll discuss another time. But mainly because I have the authority to grant it and you need at least that level for my idea.” He explained. “You cleaned your list and think your feet will hold?” he asked.

“List cleaned, feet, uncertain.” I joked back. Standing however and the room tilted a little.

Jim wobbled to his feet. “Follow me.” He said and walked up to the bar. “Barry, I’m here to pay my bill.”

The bartender smiled and said, “Certainly Mr. Hathaway.” The smiling broad dark skinned man typed on a keyboard and handed the debit interface to Jim. The total shocked me. Jim began punching in a sizable tip.

“You spent how much on me as a gift?” I exclaimed.

Jim smiled, “Relax. I am happy to have a friend to share dinner here with.” He replied. Looking at the bartender, “What’s the news Barry?”

“Breezes have been swirling the leaves again Mr. Hathaway. But Aces is a smart duck.” I barely heard the man whisper.

“Well let me know if the lawn gets long. I am ready to mow. Make sure Holly gets her full tip.” Jim said with a nod.

“Holly will receive it as you ask. Who is your friend, my good sir?” Barry replied.

“Barry mix master extraordinaire, this is my long time friend William Jackson, our newest Platinum plus member.” Jim introduced us.

“Turning the fan Mr. Hathaway?” He replied.

“Just lighting a room.” Jim replied.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Jackson. You look like a sweet drink man. I have something you will have to experience on your next visit if you permit me.” He offered.

“Thanks, I do like to try new things.” I accept, “Jim here isn’t hard to work for is he?”

“He’s my boss’s boss. So, he’s a sunny client for me.” The cheerfully large man replied.

“Oh, Barry, our Accents and his cake slice. Make sure they don’t go missing.” Jim asked, pointing toward the table with his thumb.

Nodding toward the table he explained, “Holly is beating me to it.”

“Good good, We’ll be right back.” and Jim waved me to follow.

“Should I prepare a return beverage?” Barry asked as we started away.

“Not tonight. But thanks for thinking ahead.” Jim refused as we walked on.

To a door with a clear glass window with a gold ribbon lined around the words, Little Bobbles Gift Shop. We enter. A bored looking young man perked up. Recognizing Jim he greeted, “Hello Mr. Hathaway. Your order is ready.”

“Not my order. It’s his. Glenn, this is my friend Mr. Jackson. Will this is Glenn from the gift shop.” Jim introduced us.

“Hello Mr. Jackson. Your cage is ready for you to take home. Did you need Jared to deliver it?” the young man asked.

“He will. And us if he doesn’t mind.” Jim answered for me. He turned to me, “Take a browse.”

It reminded me of a pet shop. Cages in one corner. Accessories for them beside that area. But besides water bottles and exercise wheels, there were also shower booths and cool treat storage units. Along the counter was what looked like hamster pellets listed as Accent’s dry food. Then across from the sales counter was a wall covered in what looks like cards showing different outfits. Few other odds and ends on the side wall.

Jim calls me over to the card wall, “Pick out some outfits for your keepers. They are designed for ease of play.”

“How? Do I take them to ahh?” I asked

“His name is Glenn. Slide your Accent strip in this slot. Then you can punch in the card numbers for the outfit you want for that pet. The accent numbers have the girl’s stats for their sizes and best fits. How many are you keeping?” He advises.

“Eleven. Why?” I replied.

“Cause now I can tell you to pick out nine outfits for your keepers. Have fun with your choices. Oh, if you pick this tab it lists the outfits that can be made eatable. You should pick two, no three of those for each of your new little friends as well. I’ll be back.” Jim advises, then wanders through a door labeled Employees only.

Still a buzz with alcohol and the power rush over my collected pets. I was having trouble focusing. Glenn walked up to me, “Having problems?”

“Yes Glenn, how do I select outfits for my new pets. Do I pick the outfits for each girl or pick the girl for the outfits?” I asked as I shook my head to get my eyes to focus.

“Well, either. Your preference really. Let me guide you.” The store clerk offered. And guided me he did. Soon I was able to flip through. It wasn’t so much picking outfits for each girl. But picking from items within a connected collection to form up outfits. Skirt patterns and shirt styles. Do they get hosiery or would certain stockings look better. The card didn’t just provide sizes. But a 3D model on which you can get an estimation of what the outfit will look on each little pet.

Jim came back. “How is it going?”

“Great, Glenn is a big help.” I replied.

“Thank you Will.” He says as I had given permission in my jolly state.

“Glenn, He’s Platinum Plus.” Jim said, sounding more as advice then warning.

“Oh, You got me Mr. Jackson. I should have asked for your membership for delivery methods. Sorry for my ignorance.” Glenn said nervously in the guise of a cheerful retort.

“My fault Glenn. Jim, Mr. Hathaway told me about the name rules. It slipped my mind as you helped me.” I accepted blame. “So when will I receive these by the way?” I add to ease tension.

“When would you like them? Are you staying for a few more drinks? Or would you like them shipped to your house tonight or early tomorrow morning?” Glenn asks.

“Is there something I could get for them tonight? The rest tomorrow afternoon maybe?” I ask knowing morning would be a bit too early for me.

“Certainly Mr. Jackson. One of your choices for each will be ready in minutes. So ready by time Jared is ready to take you home. Is that alright?” Glen asks. “Jerry can deliver the collections at around one tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. I need time to finish picking outfits.” I add.

Jim lifts a cage about the size of a shoe box. “Do we have any extra of these in stock?”

“Yes sir.” Glenn answers.

“Mr. Jackson will get one of these as well.” Jim notes.

“Added sir.” Glenn replies.

“Why do I need two cages?” I ask.

“Because we are in no state to set up your cage tonight. This travel cage can be set up in minutes and is good for tonight. You will need a place to hold the pretties.” Jim reveals his insight. “Now let’s finish picking those sweet pets their doll clothes.” And we did, giggling at some of the costumes and accessories available.

Glenn brought out a bag with a white box and the little cage. “Jared is ready when you are sirs. Cage and pets are waiting in the car.”