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Stans silly daydreams of shrinking himself finally become a reality!
This choice: In the middle of an artic forest, far way form civilization  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

Not the santa you'd hope for

    by: 1WAKAWAKALOL Author IconMail Icon
The man gave the driver a handsome tip. Wearing a large having jacket that did nothing to hide his large form. He stood there till the driver left. Not wanting to reveal his new residence. He forced himself onto a snowmobile. One that was custom-built to safely, and comfortably, make what would be a few weeks of driving into hours and still be able to support his weight.
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You felt the vibration of whatever he was riding. You sat still, hoping not to pleasure your warden. But as the room filled up around you, instinct took control.
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The frigid arctic air brushed up against his teeth. The combination of the vibrations and his little toy almost made him want a slower ride. As he finally arrived, he looked at his new home. It looked like something out of a sci-fi novel. A Large rectangular concrete building lay inside a large transparent geodesic dome. Greenery could be seen growing inside as snow lay on the ground. “Home sweet home.” The man got off and went inside.
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After countless hours of hell, you felt the man walk again. Each step sent your cell swinging. You hear a “Cal-Clink.” Then again, a few moments later, “Ca-Clink.”. After your captor, travel to the upper floors of your new hell. Felt your prison move around violently, then nothing.
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The man sat down, his large hair-covered body completely bare, looking at his phone in one hand and holding a small plastic container in the other. His fleshy rod rose from the images of large giants playing with helpless little men. Sitting on them, eating them, even shoving inside them up their asses. When he finally was at full staff. He wrapped his large pudgy fingers around it and went to work.
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You felt your cell shake. Unlike on the plane, it was violent. The man’s seed started rising above you. You struggle as instinct took over. Then “oh oH OH OHHH”. With a strong current, you are sucked up into the fleshy tube. Within a moment, you felt yourself travel through the air, before hitting what felt like a hard, smooth surface. You fell onto the floor and found it the same as your wall. More white fluid came down on you, burst by burst. By the time it was finally finished, you had only enough energy to watch as the perforated plastic ceiling covered your new cell. You looked around to see that your captive sat naked in a giant concrete room. The large minimalist light wooden bed held a mattress covered in blue bedsheets. The furniture around him took on the same minimal wooden aesthetic. A TV is mounted on the wall above his dresser, showing the brand name on the screen. Before you could look anymore, the giant lifted you up to his gray-bearded face. His large grin showed off his large white teeth. “Best purchase I ever made.” He placed the jar down onto the nightstand. It wasn’t long before you lose consciousness. You don’t know how long it’s been when you are awakened by…

You have the following choices:

1. You master needing some release

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2. You master geting you to share with his friends

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3. Other

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