“Is there anything I can do for you, today?” You ask gently.
The customer smiles at you, speaking in a knowledgeable tone. “As a matter of fact, I was wondering if you could tell me more about this lovely ensemble over here.”
The customer gestures to one of the premium dresses on display in the middle of the boutique. It’s the one most people ask about, so you’re quite informed about the outfit. You follow the customer to the display and prepare what is perhaps your six-time rehearsed explanation of the dress today.
“This is part of Madame Rarity’s newest line of fashion which will be coming out in the summer. This ensemble is but a taster of what’s to come; Madame Rarity is already hard at work preparing the new line. This outfit in particular boasts a new take on the typical outdoor bikini which as you can see can be adjusted to allow for less and/or more cleavage view to show off that smooth line to the boys.”
You end the sentence quite flirtatiously without even thinking. The customer seems quite repulsed by your lack of judgement on those last few words. You have however used that very same comment on many other young ladies that had come into Rarity’s boutique and achieved more positive results. Though, you soon realise that this woman happens to be quite a bit older than the clientele that have previously asked about the dress. You choose not to say anything but wait for a response.
After giving you an awkward glance, the customer turns her attention back to the bikini. “I do think I’ll have a little browse before deciding on this. Umm…thank you for your help.”
You nod rather guiltily. “Of course, let me know if there is anything further I can do to help.”
The woman turns away and walks towards the nearest set of hangers. Smooth move…
Mistakes like that are not common for you however. They don’t get you any trouble either…yet. But you want to avoid them the best you can. Working for Rarity has been a great experience and you wouldn’t want anything to tarnish this marvellous fashion career kickstart you’ve been given. You make your way back to the cashier where you have some unfinished sewing to implement on some clothes. As you thread the sewing needle, you briefly look up from over the counter to check if any other customer requires assistance. As three of them are busy trying on clothes, and one is of course the lady you had just helped, you continue with your work.
It was a pleasing thought that Rarity trusted you enough to manage the boutique by yourself. Of course, you could understand how busy she works and managing a shop on top it would perhaps crumble her – though from what you’ve seen of the fashionista, she could probably handle it. Still, it gives you a job and that’s all that matters. You’re not always alone though as it happens, occasionally Rarity’s sister, Sweetie Belle, is on hand to assist and manages the store on your off days. You hesitate at the thought of her. As helpful as she was, her attitude didn’t always seem in the right place. Often, she would brag about her many exploits to you while you work together. She would also make a pass at you when you least expected it and a lot of the time in front of customers. Rarity had given her the job to pay her way through her chemistry degree at CHU, and, you assume, to get her off her back about how accomplished she is all the time.
Sweetie Belle is supposed to be on hand today you remember and glancing at the clock on the wall, you realise that she should be here in five minutes. As the thought crosses your mind, you double your pace on the sewing to prevent getting distracted by her boasting later.
Luckily, Sweetie Belle ran ten minutes late so you had had the proper time to repair her clothing before she approached you.
You greet her with a smile. “Hello, Sweetie Belle. Oh, I think you have something on your mouth.”
She gives you a look before feeling around her mouth with her smooth hands. “Oh, I just drank something. It’s just a bit of residue.” She finishes, licking the remnants with her tongue. Slowly.
Dammit. She was very hot, and any pass she made wasn’t easy to ignore.
“I just succeeded perfecting a brilliant chemical reaction at class today which I’m sure will get me in the record books for sure!”
“Well, that’s certainly interesting.” You say half-heartedly. “Good job.”
“Hmm. Anyway, can I have word with you over beside those displays? There’s something I need your help with.” She ended that quite mysteriously. You are unsure if that was another pass or a serious matter of business. What did you have to lose?
My job. “Sure, Sweetie.” You follow her over to the displays where you had had that awkward encounter with the older woman, who you could now see looking at some of the hangers at the far back of the room. Your head turns back from her as you address Sweetie Belle.
“Ok, Sweetie Belle. What is it that-AAAAH!!”
You slam hard on the ground as a force hits you right on your belly, forcing you to the ground. You manage to keep your head from hitting the hard floor but it takes a while for you to realise your new predicament. Lying on your back, you look back up at Sweetie Belle. Horror seeps all over your face, and inevitably a blush.
Sweetie Belle is looking right down at you, using her towering presence as if to feel dominant while bearing a really creepy expression. Creepy because you can’t understand the motives behind the semi-seductive grin she is giving you as well as the unnerving stare she’s also burdening you with. But that isn’t what is of immediate concern – you aren’t thinking of that as much as you are ogling the sudden appearance of Sweetie Belle’s right socked foot she is dangling right in your face. You blush harder as you make out the sweat from her shoes that has marked the outline of Sweetie Belle’s cute petite toes.
“S-Sweetie Belle?! What are you doing?!! Why did you push me? I thought you needed my help.”
Sweetie Belle’s grin lengthened. “Oh, don’t worry, you will be helping me. You’re going to help me a lot.” She proceeded to laugh mischievously – actually now that you think about it, darkly. “Oh, there’s a lot to do but first I want you to start giving my feet the attention they deserve. Take your time with them. I’ll be swapping them back and forth. Oh! And bite the socks off would you, my feet are aching for freedom.”
You look stunned. “B-b-but Sweetie Belle, this is highly inappropriate! We have customers in the store!”
She kicks you with her sweaty feet, leaving her scent all over your face. “Don’t talk to me about inappropriateness. I caught you looking at my feet these past few weeks. Don’t think I caught on to your dirty little secret. Though you’ve saved me a lot of bother in getting someone else to do it for me.”
You look away towards the other parts of the store. Though your view is limited due to your situation, you can spy the customers. They haven’t taken notice. You feel Sweetie’s foot come into contact with the side of your face, leaving yet another smell on it. She forces you to look at her again.
“Why are you looking at them?! It’s my feet you should be looking at!”
You shake your head gently. “Sweetie Belle, this isn’t right! What would Rarity think if she saw the two of us in here like this?”
“Heh, as if I care what my sister thinks of me. She may be famous and popular but I deserve to be so much more. And with your help, I’ll finally be able to achieve that. Now, tend to my feet like the pathetic slave you are!” You still hesitate from touching them. Sweetie Belle grins again. “And if you don’t help me, I’ll tell her that you attacked me.”
“W-What? No, she wouldn’t believe you!” You begin to panic.
“Oh, she would. You know how good an actress I can be. Time to see how good an obedient slave you can be.”
Sweat begins to pour down your face in sheer confusion for what to do. She really has you in a tight spot. Reluctantly, you grab hold of the bottom of her right leg and pull it towards you, covering your face in her socked feet. She was right; you do have a thing for them. Even now, you can’t help but moan under Sweetie’s feet as the gorgeous reek of her sweaty socks penetrates your nostrils. It’s so addictive and makes you want more. Hell, you’d be screwed either way at this rate; the least you can do is try to keep your job. After taking in more of the delicious scent of her socks, you move them ever so slightly down so that the toes directly hover your mouth. Biting down on some excess piece of sock with your front teeth, you begin to pull. It begins to hurt a little and you groan through your teeth.
You hear Sweetie Belle chuckle. “That’s it…tear off my sock. My feet are dying for their freedom and your devoting worship. Tear it off, you perverted animal.”
The sock is halfway off. With the extra loose sock, you take more of the sock into your mouth to use the full strength of your mouth to free the remainder of the foot. The sweaty end of the sock makes its way onto your taste buds and you revel in the new found flavour of Sweetie Belle’s dirty socks. The sock finally comes off with vigour, revealing the full majesty of your mistress’ perfect foot. You hesitate.
She notices. “Well what are you waiting for? Lick it…suck it…smell my feet.”
You obey and stretch your tongue out to take a gentle lick of her big toe. You gasp at the sublime taste of sweat and body lotion marinated on her toes. You shudder and she pushes her feet closer, allowing you to engulf all five of her beautiful toes in one mouthful. You moan again as your tongue dances across them. You make sure to take such good care of them; navigating your tongue across her saltier toe canyons. She gasps in pleasure.
“Ohhh…that’s right. Ahh…”
Her toes are so delicious. You want to suck on them all day. However, you suddenly experience a weird sensation and retch, spitting out her feet momentarily. You look briefly up at your mistress. She gives you a look to which you shrug. She smiles, retracts the foot and presents you with the other.
“I expect you won’t have much trouble recalling the protocol this time, slave.”
You nod and once again proceed to bite down on an excess piece of sock. To your surprise however, you notice a large hole in the sock that you could have sworn wasn’t there before. It may have been due to your limited viewing space – in fact anything besides Sweetie’s feet was hard to see in this lying position. You take the sock halfway as before, using the rest of your teeth to free the rest of her foot. Again, you hesitate. Not out of uncertainty, but that you realise that her left foot appears different to her right foot. Perhaps bigger. It isn’t uncommon for people to have slightly more length on one foot so you brush the thought off and continue.
This time, you bring the foot up to your nose and inhale the glorious aroma again. You notice that its sweaty reek is slightly more potent, overwhelming your nostrils just a teensy bit more than with the right foot. You can’t complain though. Their smell is intoxicating and you breathe deeper in her mighty smell.
Sweetie Belle hums. “Give my sole a lick, slave.”
You obey eagerly. Guiding her foot back towards your mouth, you let go as she aligns her feet for optimal licking. Sitting up a little, you glide your tongue over the outrageously smooth shades of Sweetie’s irresistible sole. It’s tastes fucking amazing! Even better than last time, quite like the smell. You begin to get excited and you start to sweat. You relentlessly throw more licks at your mistress’ succulent sole, spurred on by her gasps and moans.
“Mmmm, keep going. Ahhh…”
As you lick you notice that her feet appear closer to you, even though you’re quite sure that Sweetie Belle hadn’t moved them any closer. It also takes a little while longer to lick the full length of her sole. It could be just your sex drive wanting it last so much longer. And boy were you in no position to argue!
Your unyielding licking ceases as your mistress takes her foot back again once more. She moves to lie down which surprises you until you see her dangle both of her feet over your mouth.
“Now, suck on both. Give me everything you’ve got, slave.”
You obey again and push her left foot into your mouth. Only, you can’t. Her toes appear too big to fit in your mouth anymore. You look at the right foot and see the same problem. Flummoxed, you make for her big toe instead and suck on it in your mouth. You struggle to get your mouth into the correct shape to fit her big toe, it was a challenge for sure. It was well worth it though, as you become overwhelmed by the increased flavour of the familiar sensation. You moan loudly, loud enough that one customer looks round from the hangers. Your want suddenly becomes need as you start to suck violently on her toes like a new-born on her mother’s teat.
“Ohhh…yes…keep doing that…”
You increase your efforts. The space in your mouth becomes so constricted that your tongue almost has no room to move now.
“Do…do the other toe.”
Her gasps turn you on immensely and with little difference in time, you move onto the right big toe. Your mouth finds it viturally impossible to fit the toe but you manage eventually and resume your unrelenting sucking of her toe. You’re loving this so much…
“Ahhh, ahh, AWWWWM!”
Sweetie Belle’s loud moan catches you off guard, snapping you out of your kinky trance for a brief moment. The toe inside your mouth suddenly crunches into your jawbone, stretching your gums to their limit. You grimace in pain and spit the toe out of your mouth as quickly as possible. Allowing your mouth to recover, you shake your head to refocus your attention on Sweetie Belle once more. You shake it again in disbelief.
You sit yourself right up in absolute shock of what you are seeing. From your perspective, Sweetie Belle’s foot is growing at an alarming rate. Skin stretches and bones lengthen to meet the demands of her expanding feet. As your gaze shifts, you observe that her leg has enlarged to the point that it is double the size of your entire leg; your feet barely touch her inside kneecap and the gap continues to grow as Sweetie Belle grows. And grow she does. And grow and grow and grow. Until her growth eventually halts and she gasps in the relief of pleasure. You get to your feet as you look at the much, much, much taller Sweetie Belle still lying on the floor. She looks at you and then smiles darkly as before. It’s so much more intimidating now.
You watch in increasing disbelief as Sweetie Belle stands up to her full height, her head now touching the 10-foot-high ceiling. You step back in fear.
“S-S-Sweetie Belle? I-I don’t understand. What’s happened to you?!!”
You hear a scream and look to see the elder woman customer cowering in perpetual shock. She is staring at Sweetie Belle with terror stricken across her face. You look back at Sweetie Belle instinctively to see her admiring her new form. The elder woman runs for the door, her terror alerting the other two customers who in turn share screams of their own and sprint for the exit. You sprint after them but only to close the door after them and lock it, drawing the front-end curtains and changing the shop status to close. You hurry back to Sweetie Belle; now a full five feet taller than you.
She looks down at you and smiles. “Oh, you’re such an obedient little slave. So little and puny.”
“Sweetie Belle? H-How? You’re so big!”
Your eyes inspect every part of her. Her hands look strong enough to break your skull apart while even her waistline is an inch above your head. The threads of her clothes had been stretched to their limit, evident from the many tears that covered her t-shirt and skirt. You blush as her now quite see-through skirt level with your eyes indicates to you that she hadn’t donned any underwear today; her wet pussy clearly visible through the rips. Looking way back up to her face, you notice she hasn’t even acknowledged your question. Instead she seems rather infatuated with her huge patooty and engorged breasts. She looks at you once more, smiles, and fondles her breasts playfully.
“Hmm, I’m so good. I knew it would work. Just look at me, hmmm, aren’t I so big and beautiful?”
“W-Work? What do you mean?” You ask, somewhat flustered.
Sweetie Belle chuckled. She moves to sit down on her huge rump and you move back in response. The room shakes slightly as she plops down, her ass flattening two sets of row hangers. She hardly takes notice.
“Oh, were you not listening earlier? You ought to be careful, little slave. I’m not so forgiving as I was before.” She chuckles again, picking up a nearby row of hangers and crushing into confetti with her large hands. “This is all part of my experiment. My ingenious chemical solution I’ve been working on. It needed a field run but judging by the results, I don’t think I’ll need to share the formula. I won’t have any trouble reaching the glass ceiling now. Or any ceiling for that matter.” She winks at you, and you gulp at the horrifying thought.
She chuckles at your reaction. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes.” She extends her legs to their fullest extent, her size 50 feet coming right at you. You blush furiously. “Resume worshipping my feet, slave. After all, the solution can only work when sexual stimulation is applied. And I want to get even bigger.”
Your mind is in a flux. This charade is unreal, it’s wrong. Yet, you can’t deny your increasing horniness for Sweetie Belle’s massive feet. Even now, her toes half your head in size, flex their beauty along your waist teasingly. It drives you mad. Insane. And you succumb.
There’s no point sucking on her toes, they’re far too big to fit in your mouth now. You kneel down so that the top of her toes is eye level with you. Just from here, you can smell their much more potent aroma; pinning your senses down in a matter of seconds. You bring your tongue out and begin to lick all over her extremely flavoursome toes. Your tongue is so much smaller in comparison now that it makes you wonder if your efforts will even pleasure her. Your question is answered when the first five seconds of worship yields, a much larger growth spurt than before.
“Oh, I forgot to mention. Once the process begins, it’s gets a lot easier. And, I’m already …mmm…quite horny. I’m afraid though that you can’t satisfy me with your pathetic tongue alone. I think it’s time for a little improvisation.”
You wince slightly at her choice of words. Your reaction doesn’t come quick enough however as her titanic feet lunge at you and pin you down in a matter of seconds. You try to budge your body; you succeed but to no avail. Sweetie Belle has you completely trapped under her no longer petite feet – pressing their enlarging weight against you harder and harder as they grow.
“Ooooh…keep squirming. You can’t get away…but the feeling of you being powerless against my large beautiful feet gives me…mhmmm…”
At this point, you don’t really want to disappoint your mistress any further. You let your whole body shake wild as you try to escape from the clutches of Sweetie Belle’s feet. You claw at the floor around you, pulling your weight around to evade the encroaching growth of the giantess’s pristine toes. You begin to feel the harsh skin around her heel make contact with your lower legs, and then your ankles, and-
Looking up from your struggles that are only serving your mistress’s horny expansion, you freeze at the sight of Sweetie Belle’s approaching toes – each one now swelled to the size of your head.
“Uhhhh….mhmmmm…”
Her growth begins to accelerate again, her skin stretching and toes bulging. You find yourself being slowly pushed across the floor towards the back wall of the boutique. You momentarily hear Sweetie Belle’s pants, louder in volume yet still hard to make out from being drowned by her feet. She’s close now, you know this. She-
“UHHHHH!”
Your mind slows as you feel yourself being thrown through the air. The hurricane force slams you right into the back wall of the boutique. You cry out in agony as you try to piece together what just hit you. To your shock, the pain worsens as your back continues to be forced against the wall. At this point, you realise that you’re upright but not standing on the ground. Your face along with the rest of your measly body have been buried in the familiar feeling of Sweetie Belle’s right sole. You can’t tell how far away the floor is. You can’t see anything but more of your mistress’s feet. You can however register that Sweetie’s foot is squeezing you like a compactor against the wall and the pain is becoming unbearable. You almost expect to be a dripping puddle of blood in seconds. But as if the giantess had read your mind, the pressure reduces slightly, stopping its relentless push.
You are still very much in pain. The force against you may have dropped but you are still being flattened by her humongous feet. The smell is so unbelievably potent now that your nostrils cringe as the reek becomes the very air you breathe. And then something occurs to you, you’re suffocating! Ignoring the pain, you squirm up her foot not hesitating as your head pounds and your vision becomes blurred. You’re almost out of breath. You push more of your weight against Sweetie’s feet, knowing your puny strength won’t even budge her sole. With some luck however, you begin to see light and working towards it you take your gasps of precious air and your vision returns to you. You almost faint at your new situation.
Sweetie Belle is…. big; really big; so big that the room is barely enough to contain her anymore. Even now you can hear the creaks and moans of the wooden structure through the wall behind you, struggling to cope with the titanic mass that was Sweetie Belle. That said, your giant mistress didn’t seem to be through yet – if anything her pleasure wails are only getting louder. With a little more effort, you manage to squirm your way free out of her feet, sprawling yourself across her bed-sized legs.
Seconds after you escape however, you are hoisted into the air suddenly as Sweetie Belle’s fingers wrap around you. It’s astonishing to think that Rarity’s little sister can pick you up like a toy. You assume that judging by her ongoing moans she isn’t acutely aware whether she’s just picked up a puny human or a bit of the building rubble. At her size, she wouldn’t care. It makes you feel so worthless. But not as much as your newer position makes you feel. You gulp as the notion passes through your head at what “kind” of toy your mistress had planned. For staring you in your petite face is Sweetie Belle’s gargantuan love tunnel.
Her grip tightens on your flesh, her fingers digging into your chest. The arm starts to move as you brace yourself for the first thrust into your mistress’ vagina. Although her pussy is quite substantial in size, you are still large enough in comparison that it would be a tight squeeze. Of course, that’s probably what she wants. Regardless, you grimace as you’re inserted harshly into the sticky, lubricated tunnel. Imprisoned in her vagina, you can hear moans becoming screams as Sweetie Belle continues to thrust you in and out like a second-rate dildo. The smell of her sex is so sweet. You almost enjoy it somewhat. No, you love it. You love being a toy to your mistress. The realisation sweeps through your entire system and suddenly you no longer feel the need to resist.
Lashing your tongue out, you soak up all of her sultry juices as your head grinds mercifully inside her. Sweetie Belle’s screams escalate even higher. She’s so close. You can feel it. The space is getting smaller by the second. Her pussy is contracting and turning inside out. Pretty soon, she’ll-
And by no more provocation does a piercing scream shoot over your ears and a tidal wave of sex come rushing out. You watch as it grows incrementally bigger and bigger and bigger. It hits you at full force, pushing you out of her vagina completely. You struggle for air as your mistress’ juices seek to drown you in their sticky sweetness. As you come up for air, your eyes fixate on a nearby shore. You make for it, battling the sea of lady cum - fierce as a storm. It keeps getting closer, you realise. Grabbing on to the shoreline, you pull yourself up with all your might and collapse onto the surface. To your surprise, the surface begins to shake and roll. You attempt to get to your feet, but before you can act, you’re flung downwards back towards the ground; only to land on some soft yet seemingly familiar piece of land. As you regain consciousness, your eyes make out the familiar look of Sweetie Belle’s toes. Her…humongous toes.
You remain stiff as a board as Sweetie Belle’s perfect feet continue to outgrow you. Looking upwards, you see the waterfall of cum you slid down and the…shore! It had been Sweetie Belle’s leg? The same leg that was growing larger and larger. The world around you begins to shake as the entire building begins to cave in. Looking as far as you can see, the roof had exploded in response to her expanding body. Splintering wood rained down upon you, some missing you by a hair. Her fashionable panties split in seconds under the increasing demands from her stretching skin. Then her skirt fell down, along with her hole-ridden T-shirt and bra. Sweetie Belle was now completely naked and growing ever more.
It only then begins to register that through it all, Sweetie Belle is still screaming her lungs out. Her voice blasts your eardrums.
“BIGGGGER! BIGGGGGGER!”
As your gaze shifts back downwards, the completely caved-in boutique is flooding in the never-ending fall of cum. Another tidal wave hurtles downwards towards you, pushing you further down her feet all the way to her toes. You manage to cling on to her big toe, now twice the size of your pathetic structure. You hug it like you would your own mother. It continues to get larger, forcing your hands apart with little effort. Your hands contract further and further as her toe balloons outwards. Pretty soon you have nothing to hold onto, save for the nail. The nail which is now bigger than you. Accepting your fate, you grab onto whatever part of the nail that you can find and wait out the cum storm.
To your relief, the cum stops flowing and the waters become still. As you relax from your braced position, you laugh nervously. Fear suddenly grips hold of you again however, as you are raised upwards into the sky. As you ascend, you realise in sheer terror that your humble workplace had been flattened by Sweetie Belle’s ginormous foot. As for her other, it was currently blocking traffic on the street adjacent to it with panicked people fleeing the scene. The sea of cum had leaked right into the intersection and you notice that Sweetie Belle’s bare legs are still coated in the remnants of her orgasm. You rise past the naked pussy, now ten times your size. You deduce by now that Sweetie Belle has you dangling from the edge of her finger. Up past her teats you go; her melons as big as 3-storey mansions. Eventually, you surpass her neck and then her intimidatingly humongous mouth and then you stop finally at your intended destination.
Sweetie Belle’s pupils belittled you, there was no use comparing yourself to her eyes. She was overwhelmingly huge. The air tremored as she began to speak.
“OH, THERE YOU ARE! I WAS WONDERING WHERE YOU’D GOT TO.”
“Sweetie……what the…”
Your pleas and questions fall upon deaf ears. Your screaming is nothing but squeaks to her now.
“WHAT’S THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU. BUT IT’S NOT LIKE I’D LISTEN TO WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYWAY. ”
You gaze suddenly shifts upwards as the nipping pressure on your back evaporates and you fall through the air. You scream in fear, your fate sealed. You pound into the ground, much softer than you anticipated. You survive to your amazement. But as you are again rose to Sweetie Belle’s eyes, you take another look around you to find that you’re lying on her football pitch sized palm.
“I’VE REALLY GOT TO THANK YOU, THOUGH. YOU’VE MADE ME INTO THE BIGGEST…, SEXIEST AND UNDOUTEBLY MOST POWERFUL WOMAN ON THE PLANET.”
You nod, not quite sure if she can even acknowledge it.
“BUT YOU KNOW I AM RATHER HUNGRY NOW. I’VE NEVER HAD HUMAN BEFORE. AND IT WAS SO VERY NICE OF YOU TO HELP ME.”
You stand up abruptly. Any attempt to flee would result in a long drop down to death. You panic looking from side to side but fall to the ground as her hand rushes to meet her mouth. Her humongous lips part to reveal her saliva soaked swimming pool of a tongue. You wince in horror as the palm makes contact with the mouth and you come hurtling over onto her tongue, primed and ready to taste you. You land on the squelchy surface and are soon thrown around by her god-like tongue. You’ve hit rock bottom now. You’re just her food. You’re destined to be her food. Her appreciative moans resonate through her mouth chamber. Her vocal winds hit you with gale force.
“, YOU TASTE DELICIOUS. SO SWEET AND MOIST. I LOVE PLAYING AROUND WITH YOU WITH MY TONGUE. I CAN’T HELP MYSELF.”
You’re thrown hard against the walls of the cave and slurped back into the wet ocean of saliva. You’re just so puny now. Sweetie Belle is no longer. She is your goddess.
“YOU TASTE SO GOOD. I NEED TO…I WANT TO…”
It comes as no surprise. By now, you’ve accepted your fate. You’re thrown hard once again to the back side of the cave, laying comfortably on top of one of her molars. You lie on the enamel bed, the saliva tucking you in. You scrunch up for a better position as you welcome sleep. And all is calm.
The teeth come down, your head pops off, gushing out a river of gooey red blood all over your goddess’ tongue. Your bones crunch and crumble out of your lifeless skin to serve your mistress down her gullet. Your remains are thrown around the rest of her teeth, grinding, gnawing at your pasty body to suck dry the nutrients that your body possesses.
“MHMMM…”
You think to yourself, “What a dream.”
You lie sprawled on the floor. Your cock throbbing. But with a hand still gripping your arm.
“Any luck, Sunset?”
She hesitates and laughs nervously. “Well, he certainly has some ideas about his thoughts on you, Sweetie Belle.”
Author's Note
Sorry if the ending seems weird. I was planning to go with this a bit further, but I've got an idea for another fic like this. I'm going to try to spurt out some more macro fics in the future.
