You can't help but wonder why he isn't screaming and begging for mercy, crying inconsolably like the other boys you've eaten, and then it hits you. "Cody, where do you think you are?"
He looks like he's getting impatient, but that toothy grin doesn't leave his handsome tan face. "Well, after filming for an episode of Hannah Montana some Italian guy in a fancy suit came over to me with some kind of weird gun. I was scared at first, and surprised that I couldn't find any of my bodyguards anywhere. He led me down a dark hallway and I started pleading with him, offering all the money I had on me at the time, which was quite a lot actually."
You nod at your tiny captive, knowing exactly where this is going. Oftentimes the guys who sell you your playthings give them fake stories to get them alone, or even keep them calm while they sit in the box at the toy store, packaged like celebrity action figures, (instead of what they really are, packaged celebrity meals and occasional 'entertainment'.)
The tiny boy continues, looking up at you and staring at your hulking face with those beautifully sparkling blue doe eyes. "The guy laughed and said he wasn't in the business of hurting. He was in the dream making business, and that gun he was holding didn't shoot bullets, but rays that make people's fantasies come alive. So, I was naturally skeptical. He asked if I had ever fantasized about being shrunken, or had any fantasies about having sex with a giant girl or boy. I admitted that it was true, I had." The little stud carressed his six pack some more, absent-mindedly as he reached the climax of his story.
"The man told me that if I gave him all the money I had on me, he would use the gun to put me in an alternate reality where I would think I had shrunk and could act out all my fantasies. I agreed, still not fully convinced, but here I am!"
The young teen started laughing, obviously satisfied with his choice of trusting the black market salesman. You quickly join in the laughter, licking your lips. When you both slow to a small chuckle your hand darts out and picks Cody and his discarded clothes up in a single motion, bringing him closer to your face. He can feel the heat of your breath on his tan, bare chest. "Now," you say sweetly, "I have a story for you. That man you saw is indeed in the dream business. He sells fantasies to boys like me. You see, he shrinks down teen celebrities and sells them as sex toys and snacks to the less fortunate, less famous, common man. While you and rich your friends live a life luxury, we live the mundane life of the common people."
Realization suddenly dawning on the hot young teen's face, his smile fades and he stutters, "So... th-this is real? Your an actual giant?"
Your smile broadens as much as his has dwindeled, "No,my tasty little treat. You said it yourself. You shrunk. And here's the kicker. While you've been living your days fantasizing about giants like me, I've been fantasizing of playing with and eating hot little morsals like you... Now. Let's start this again, because I know you wouldn't have undressed yourself had you known the truth. Plus, I want the pleasure of unwrapping you myself."
You lower the now frightened actor down onto your bed but he continues to stare at you. "So, I'm tiny..."
You continue his sentence, "I'm hungry..."
He finishes his train of thought, "And you've seen me half naked." He quickly takes his eyes off of you and dons his clothing in a manner of seconds.
"Good boy. Now if I decide to play dress-up with you later, I can start with dress-down... or just cover you in dressing, I'm still not sure.
As you anticipated, the boy falls to the floor and starts to shake with mixed feelings of helplessness and fear, falling hard onto his butt. His long blond hair falls over his bronzed skin and heavy eyebrows. He is wearing boarder shorts, white nike's, and a collared tee... Overall he looks delicious, and your appetite is severly whet.