Rocky shrugs and decides there's nothing he can't do that won't be more depraved or as fucked up as anything he has already seen today. He unzips his trousers and whips out his average sized boy cock. Rocky hears the repulsed cries and moans of the studio audience and some even booing him. Apparently this crowd has a problem with seeing boy cocks but are completely unphased with girl cocks.
Our shrunken protagonist sneers at the direction the audience and just makes his penis stroking more sloppy and egregious. Somehow their disgust at this incredibly surreal (and seriously fucked up) situation only made Rockys dick more stimulated. Your breathing gets heavy as you approach your climax. When all of a sudden Michelles eyes notice your tiny masturbating body on the linoleum floor. Her eyes get slightly wide as she looks at you with playful innocence.
"Baby Sit-uh! Wocky! Wocky!" She says in pure joy.
"You like our babysitter, huh Michelle? Rocky is really handsome. Just...don't let him catch you while in the bathroom." The audience laughs.
Behind you, you heard the unmistakable sound of the swinging door to the kitchen being slammed open. "What the hell are you two doing?" DJ's stern voice rings in your shrunken ears. You turned around and saw the two futa high school sophomores standing before him like towers. Rockys extreme average 5 inch weiner was no match for these shemales with 9 and 10 inchers?? But one thing was sure, they all had their dicks out right now.
That's when Michelle lets out the most powerful and shrill shriek you could ever hear from a toddler. Then she screams "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!!"
You turned and looked behind you, and sure enough;
Michelles massive baby girl meat shot out a hot geyser of gloopy and very potent ejacuat...and it was headed right for you. Being too scared to move it hit you like a tidal wave and completely coated your body like hot white candle wax; so thick that it feels like it'll harden after only a few minutes of being left unattended. But Michelle wasn't done. There was another. And another.........and another. Once the excitement finally ceased you had been knocked completely off your back and up to your ears in girl spunk.
You just lay there, still erect and lost in pure, unadulterated bliss when DJs voice rings out once again. "If dad comes home and sees this, he's going to freak out! He'll be here any minute! What are we going to do?!" You hear the stinger that normally plays in this kind of situation and sends the show to 5-7 minutes of commercials.
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