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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #1838860
Stans silly daydreams of shrinking himself finally become a reality!
This choice: the old man leaves the country and the cops can't get him anymore.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #7

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You heard the familiar voice say, “remember to be ready too soon, keep your business in the cockpit.” you could not hear the rest. Your heart went from a pump to an engine. Your eyes now screaming in horror. “Nononononono”. You begin pounding the wall of your cell, screaming.
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Outside, your captor sits alone, moaning, in some sort of private plane hangar. Wearing a tight-fitting shirt over his bulging stomach. His jeans wrapped around his large hairy legs while stretching across his large ass. And a smile that failed to hold back his moaning. The feeling of your panicked pounding were only adding to his pleasure. “Don’t worry, you'll learn to love it soon enough.” He’s been planning to move before he even bought you. Head already built a house where he can liver out the rest of his days in private. Having finally retired after selling his company, the money he had was enough for countless lifetimes. The passports he got through legal investments made immigration no barrier. But when he found out about you, he knew he had to buy you. His fantasy of owning a little man was finally a reality. No more uncomfortable plastic toys, or poorly render pictures. He had found the real deal. The boredom of retirement was no longer a worry. He only regretted not finding more than one. “Sir…” his pilot called out “…we are ready to take off sir” the old man just look at him with a callus smile “I will be right there.” As the pilot left, the older man reached down his pants and caressed his tactical “and we’ll have plenty of time to know each other” The older man then got up and rushed for the plane.
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After you feel the sight give of your cell walls give, you feel graved shift around you before swinging back and forth. The man was in a hurry, each step made the testicles swing violently. You're tossed around, unable to keep your footing. You hope and pray that the cops find you on time.
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The plane door closes and enters the runway. The older man looks to the pilot, “Remember to keep to yourself.” The pilot just nodes and leave for the cockpit. With a loud “Click” signaled that it was just him now, the older man took and seat and relaxed. He smiles when he felt the plane lift off the ground
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In a quiet office sat your handler. A white box with his was on his right. He was allowed his badge at the cost of his post. He had failed to find the faulty tracker before giving it to you. The seller's bad heart took him out after the deal, taking the name and face of your buyer with him. Officer Carson had put a civilian in danger and let him become a victim. After the internal review of the case, they could only cut their losses and declared you dead. When officer Carson closed his office door for the final time, all hope for your salvation was lost. You are never to return home.
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The pilot was paid more than enough to ignore what he thought was the older man’s self-entertainment. In truth, you were the man’s entertainment. “OOHHHHHhhhh yeah” the man reached his fourth climax of the day. Each time, he managed to keep you inside of him. The how of it was of equal mystery as his unending stamina.” landing in …. Now…” You felt the world shift. "Please let this be the end.”
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The man looked over his large, doughy belly. He cupped your cell and rubbed it with his thumb. “Hear that? We’re almost home.” He tucked his massive musky orbs back into his tight-fitting pants and left the bathroom.
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You feel the man’s every step, “Make sure to only leave before I do… And I’ll give you a nice tip.” The man said. You felt it when he sat down in some car. Each moment you spent, sitting in the man’s seed in shock. Your family sold you, you don’t know if the cops knew where you were, and even if they did, they couldn’t even get to you. Your life was now gone. Gone because some old fat pervert wanted to get his jollies off. Now, you did the only thing you could do, pray.
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The old man had a smile on his face. With his little toy in his balls. He headed to his new home. A large brand new, one-hundred present off-grid, five-bedroom five-bathroom house. Located…

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