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“…Tessa’s birthday is today and I need help with her present.” Stan’s heart sank upon hearing this. “Mom! I told you I didn’t want to talk about her!” “WELL WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HER!” Arguing with Allese never went far, she was a rhinoceros of emotion and the only way to survive that is to get out of the way.
“Geez, I don’t know why you’re so nervous all the time.” Said the woman who made a habit of stomping hi and shoving him down her pants. “Well, look, I didn’t want your thoughts. I just wanted to give you a heads up but you ruined that. He’s all your’s Tessa.” She said. A cool chill ran up Stan’s spine. She’d snuck ip on him, she always could. Tessa always had predator like footsteps, it matched her personality.
Stan began to get up, but this was foolish. She never let him go once he was in her sights. A fist creamed him on impact! It rose with a misshapen blob that was Stan. He saw her, shaved head with black fuzz septum piercing, her boobs carefully supported in a black sports bra, her butt less so with a pair of shorts more than halfway up her crack. She was adorned with a variety of tattoos depicting hungry wolves, lady skeletons and of course her tiny themed tattoos. Across her stomach was a tattoo of an anatomically correct stomach with Tinies drowning in stomach acid. Another was across her cheeks with ‘Insert’ on the left and ‘Here’ on the other. One most haven’t seen because she made sure to make the font Tiny sized, was a tramp stamp that had an arrow pointing towards her booty that read “Stan’s Home”.
“Hello, my little morsel.” Tessa said licking her lips. “Been a long time, you can’t send your dear old sis a text every now and then.” Stan was beyond scared, he wished he could move so he could run far away! “Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag. Honey this is my gift to Tessa, a day with you!” His heart shattered as she said this. Couldn’t she see she just threw him to the lions.
“Thanks, Al. I just love it.” She said soft and scratchy as she always did. “Well, I got some stuff to do at the gym, then I’m going to sleep over at Pry’s. So, you two have the house to yourselves. Have fun!” She said with a wink before leaving. As soon as she did, Tessa moved quickly! She ripped Stan off of her knuckles then stretched out the back of her shorts, obviously she wasn’t wearing underwear. As soon as ye hit the sweat soaked cloth, she let the band go and he was shoved in between her cheeks.
Stan figured that she had been to the gym, given how close it was and that she was wearing all black sneakers instead of her combat boots. Just then, in the middle of the restaurant Tessa broke into a dead sprint, rocketing out the front door! He was instantly pulled into the abyss! His world became musky fabric and butt meat as her cheeks grounded him into paste. She was jogging, hard, swaying her cheeks a bit, impressive at this speed!
Tessa was mad with ecstasy and power, Stan had alluded her so long, she craved him. Something about him, so many men were scared of her, even her insoles that she was crushing in her shoes and the guys she turned into nipple rings, but Stan had a few that was delicious. He also fought! Oh Tessa loved the fight. Bow he was her’s and she was going to make sure he remained her’s.
She arrived at her and Allese’s modest one story home, her wedgie had become far more dire, but she wasn’t about to pick it. Tessa walked onto the porch where the incredibly stretched face of a Tiny man was being used as a doormat, the man was a grayish brown, especially in the cent of his face where the majority of the wiping occurred. Speaking of which, she mad sure to make a couple of rough scrapes before entering in. The first thing she did was take off all of her clothes, save for her shoes and socks. She inspected her shorts carefully, ensuring that Stan wasn’t stuck to them. When it became apparent he was stuck inside her crack she smirked then tossed her garments into the laundry room.
Tessa entered the door to her room, then locked it and for good measure put a chair under the knob. Now perfectly alone, she reached into her rump and peeled Stan out of it. He looked like a wad of chewed up gum. He looked up and saw the face Tessa always wore, a catlike smirk with narrowed eyebrows. She waited patiently for him to reform, she waited the struggle.
As soon as he was he burst out words! “HELP! HELP! GET YOU HANDS OFF ME YOU BIT-“ He expelled all he could but Tessa didn’t flinch. He was cut off by her pinching both of his legs and tying them together! One knot! Double knot! TRIPLE KNOTTED!
His legs looked like a jumbled rubber band ball! Tessa then dropped him off on her bed. “Just in case you try and run away.” She said simply. “Get me out of this!” Stan said. She just stood there staring. She then raised up a single thumb. She then slammed it down on his head flattening it.
“We both know this isn’t going to be one day, my morsel. I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me. Let me show you.” Tessa said chillingly. She removed her shoes then showed the insoles inside, men! She then undid her nipple rings each one with faint eyeballs and earlobes and things like that strewn about, more men! She took out each pair of shoes she had, a dozen! Each one had a Tiny man as an insole! “The CTC is a good place to find men who’ve embraced their right to be used, but these aren’t even the biggest Tiny collections I have.
Tessa moved over to her dresser and removed the top drawer. She then walked over to Stan then dumped out the contents… all of them men, frighteningly stuck in the forms of underwear! From granny panties to thong to g-strings, each one of them men! There must’ve been over thirty men there! “I don’t own a single pair of underwear that isn’t alive.” Stan was horrified, he couldn’t fathom this level of torture, he believed most of the crushers in his life wouldn’t be able to either.
“And all of them, every last one, aren’t as good as you.” Tessa said slamming her fist on the pile then swiped them off the bed. “I’ve been patient, now you’re never leaving me again. However, I’ll leave it up to you.” She said, pinching a tiny wallet in her hands. She took a pair of tweezers and took out what looked like Stan’s credit card. Oh no, he thought. She flipped it over and there his signature was.
“Here’s the deal, I can take this signature right here and put it on a permanent usage license… Or…?
1.) “Or, we make Allese’s dreams come true and get married. I wanna see the look on your face when you proclaim to everyone you know how you want to spend the rest of your life with the girl that supposedly is your biggest torturer.”
2.) “Or, you take a one way trip down my guts. Don’t worry, you won’t die, the CTC has this new formula. It makes a tiny easily digestible and what’s more, it turns you into literal living fat!”
3.) “Or, I could take your rejection personally and give you to the biggest, smelliest, grossest girl I can find as her new thong!”
4.) Writer’s Choice
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