Hi, I recently start writing and wanted to post the story somewhere. So I decided why not here. I am not an English native speaker so feel free to correct me.
This blog is mainly about Vore but most of the time I will probably write about Cock Vore because it's my favourite.
And if you are not comfortable with vore just ignore it and move on.
Nice to meet you all!
PS If you have interesting ideas for the story or for the game and you are comfortable enough to share them. You are welcome to comment anything. I would love to hear your idea.
Heyy, last story before the end of the year. I hope everyone is having wonderful holidays.
When your older brother happens to get his hand on a dangerous device like a shrink ray, it can become one of your worst nightmare, especially if he enjoys teasing you about literally everything. And one day, when the little brother decided to invite all his friends over for a gaming night, the big brother chose to ruin everything.
Just a little note: all characters are 18+
As if in a movie, the final school bell rang out. Blake nudged Trevor on the shoulder and the two of them shuffled with the group towards the exit.
"Hey," he called out, catching everyone’s attention, "you guys wanna hang out at mine place tonight? I got that new racing game." Trevor grinned back, nudging Jake next to him. They looked back at Liam, as he and Jake followed behind, already nodding in agreement. It was their last summer together before college pulled at all of them.
As Blake shut the door behind him at home, dropping his backpack onto the floor, he was greeted in the hallway by Simon's familiar smirk. "Hey, little bro." Simon playfully ran his fingers through his little bro hair. Blake rolled his eyes and pushed Simon away. "You're home early," he mumbled to his older brother while walking towards the kitchen. Simon trailed behind him, leaning against the kitchen's doorway. "Yeah, I just got back. I figured I'd surprise you," said Simon, which made Blake roll his eyes yet again. Simon was always trouble when he came home to surprise Blake.
Blake tried to ignore his brother and walked into the kitchen. Simon was already there, leaning against the fridge. Blake let out a deep breath, almost sounding like a groan. "My friends are coming over to hang out, please I'm begging you. Don't do anything weird." Simon raised an eyebrow innocently while lifting his hands in the air. "Swear on Dad's grave, I'll be good. Scout's honour," Simon chuckled, and Blake frowned. Blake knew Simon well enough to know that "be good" wasn't the same as "be normal", especially given the smirk he had on his face.
After Blake pushed past Simon to get a soda from the fridge. Simon watched him for a second and then said. "So, who's coming? Trevor? Jake?" Blake nods without saying a word, avoiding eye contact. "And Liam?" Simon asked with a grin. Blake's eyes snapped upward. "How did you know?" Simon chuckled and tapped the side of his head. “Oh, I know things. Liam with those goofy glasses on?” Blake didn't answer as Simon grinned even wider.
Blake elbowed Simon out of the way and walked towards the hall. "Just... just stay downstairs," Blake said, his voice low and tired. Simon watched Blake head upstairs, a slow grin growing on his face as he pulled a small, smooth black device out of his pocket, which looked like a toy ray gun. There was a small dial on the side, and Simon twisted it thoughtfully. "It's party time," he said quietly to himself.
Blake had just finished preparing for the evening when the doorbell rang. He rushed downstairs to meet his friends, and lucky for him, Simon wasn't there to embarrass him in front of his friends.
Trevor was the first to arrive with a six-pack of beer. "Dude, I brought beers!" Then Jake came in with sodas, followed by Liam with his game controller. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" Liam teased Blake and Blake grinned back, feeling the tension leave his shoulders "Yeah, yeah, sure." They went upstairs to Blake's room, taking off their shoes and sitting on beanbags.
Blake plugged in his PlayStation and inserted the racing game disk into the console. Trevor took a controller off the shelf while Jake picked up another controller, and Liam plopped down next to Blake on the floor. "Alright, losers," Blake joked, "prepare to lose!"
Just as they were about to start, Simon walked by the open bedroom door. He was barefoot, wearing only a towel that barely stayed on his waist, and dripping wet from the shower. He leaned casually against the doorframe. "Hey bro," he called out to Blake, completely ignoring all of Blake's friends. "You seen my comb anywhere? The black one?" Blake let out a loud sigh and forced his face to go back normal, but his cheeks turned bright red as all his friends stared at him.
"No, Simon. And put some clothes on!"
Simon acted surprise with a smirk playing on his face. "Oops, my bad," he said, as he leaned against the doorframe, allowing the towel to loosen a little. He ran his fingers through his wet hair while flexing his arm muscles. "I didn't notice you had guests over," he motioned towards Trevor and Jake, and they immediately looked away in embarrassment. Liam pushed his glasses up his nose and stared, though not at Simon's face but at his abs.
Blake let out a loud groan, as Simon had embarrassed him enough already. He was supposed to be downstairs! "Simon!" he snapped. Simon pushed off the doorframe with a chuckle, and headed back towards the bathroom. "Alright, alright," Simon laughed softly. " I will leave you guys to it." Blake glared at Simon's back as he walked away, then turned back to his friends with a forced grin. "So..." Blake tried. "Who's starting?"
Trevor blinked quickly, shaking his head slightly as if he was trying to clear of the spiderwebs. "Wow, was that your brother?" he blurted out, forgetting about his controller in his lap. "How come we never knew you had a brother?" Jake nodded enthusiastically beside him. "Seriously, Blake," he said. "You never said anything. What else are you hiding?" Blake sunk deeper into his beanbag with his controller still firmly in hand. "Because he is annoying," he mumbled not looking to the side. "He is away at college most of the time. Just... if he comes back home, ignore him. Okay?" Trevor whistled low and cocked his head. "Dude, he's built like a brick house. Annoying? I would put up with that." Blake shot him a withering look. "You wouldn't say that if he was your brother." Liam smirked lightly to himself as he pulled out his phone and took a snapshot of Simon's half naked walking down the corridor. Jake looked at Liam and said quietly, "Dude, fucking delete that!"
Blake cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. “Okay, let’s get back to the game.” He then pressed the start button on the controller and hoped the racing game would distract his friends for a time being. They played for a while, yelling insults at each other. Before they knew it an hour had gone by, and he heard Jake groan loudly as he tossed down his controller onto the carpet. “My hands hurt,” he complained, flexing and shaking out his fingers. He rubbed his stomach and groaned again, “And my stomach is making sounds louder than Liam’s mom.” Liam pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned back against Blake’s bed frame. “Hey!” Liam said defensively. *Shit*. He completely forgot to grab snacks after school. “Oh crap,” Blake said as he jumped off the beanbag and almost tripped over Liam's legs. “I forgot to buy snacks!” He reached for his car key on the desk and then yelled, “I'll be back in thirty minutes!” over his shoulder as he was already halfway out the door.
Trevor called to Blake as he walked away. "Don't forget the spicy chips!" Jake added. "And sour worms!" Blake shouted back, though it was clear he had no idea if they could hear him. "Got it!"
Liam looked through the bedroom window as Blake backed out of their driveway. Jake sighed loudly and patted his stomach. "I guess I'll starve for 30 more minutes." They all sat in silence for a minute, the controller buzzing loudly in Trevor's hands. Trevor gave Jake a loud, frustrated groan, as if it was Jake's fault. Liam pushed his glasses up his nose and let out a long sigh. They hadn't noticed Simon standing quietly in the doorway until he cleared his throat. All three of them jumped at the sound. Simon grinned, leaning against the doorframe, now fully dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Trevor glared at Jake, who glared at Liam, who glared at Simon.
Trevor whispered to Jake, "God, I thought he would be gone." Jake agreed with a nod. Liam swallowed nervously and pushed the glasses up again.
Simon made his way into the room, slowly walking past them. "Let me guess, my cute little brother forgot to pick up the snacks?” He stopped near Liam's beanbag. Liam shifted uncomfortably. "Uh... yeah," Jake answered awkwardly. Simon chuckled quietly as he sat down on the bed. Trevor looked between Jake and Liam and then back at Simon. "You guys are my little brother’s friends, huh?" Simon asked as he leaned in slightly sideways with his elbows on his knees. Trevor nodded quickly, unsure what to say. "Yeah." Simon gave a slow smile. "Have you ever heard of Simon's Law?" Trevor and Jake looked at each other totally confused. "No?" Jake answered hesitantly. Simon laughed a bit louder this time. "It's really simple." He then explained, "Little bro's guests become big bro's toys."
Before anyone had a chance to react, Simon pulled out a black device from his pocket. Trevor gasped, thinking it was a gun and dropped his controller onto the carpet. Jake tried to scramble backward as Liam froze with his mouth open. Simon pointed it casually at Liam first. A blue like beam hit Liam with a *zzzt* shrinking him instantly. Then Simon aimed the device at Jake and while doing so, Jake screamed as he got smaller. Trying to run away, Trevor ran directly towards the door. This made Simon laughed Simon as he also zapped Trevor with the soft *zzzt*. In the instant, Trevor shrunk in the middle of his steps.
Simon got down on his knees and easily picked them up. He laughed as Liam and the rest squirmed on his palm. "Relax, guys. I’m not going to harm any of you." He then unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Simon stuffed them all in his boxers. Jake screamed as he rolled down Simon's sweaty inner thigh. Liam scrambled backwards onto Simon's pubic hair while Trevor landed on Simon's ballsac. Simon grinned as he shoved them deeper into his underwear. He then patted his bulge where they were trapped inside, and pulled his jeans back up.
Humming a tune, Simon carelessly walked back to his room. He sat on his bed and kicked off his jeans. Spreading his legs wide, he gently scooped the squirming figures from his boxers. “Comfy?” he laughed, not paying attention to Trevor kicking against his thumb. After giving a contented sigh, Simon dropped them onto the soft sheets next to him. He slipped off his boxers too, leaving him fully naked. The three friends were now lying together on the mattress, feeling slightly dizzy from the sudden movement
“To be fair," Simon said, lazily scratching his ballsac, “my plan was just to mess around for a bit till my little bro is back.” His cock twitched slightly as he leaned back on his elbows, grinning down at them. “But hey, might as well use the time wisely. Let’s get to know each other.” He lazily wrapped his fingers around his shaft and lifted it slightly, casting a shadow that swallowed the trio. “Especially,” he said quietly, letting the pre-cum dropped on the bedsheet, “with my little Simon here.”
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Simon teased, flexing his abs slightly. “Ever see something this big before? Blake told me you guys did biology last year.” He swayed his cock in front of the three of them, big and sweaty. "C'mon, don't you want to take a closer look?" The end of his cock was only two or three inches away Liam's face, the musky scent thick enough to taste. Jake gagged and stumbled back onto the mattress as Trevor tried uselessly to shield them with his hands.
Simon let out a deep chuckle as he reached into the bedside drawer for a hand lotion. He squeezed a healthy amount into his palm and rubbed it over his shaft. “Ahhh, that feels better,” he groaned, rolling his hips gently. With his other hand, he scooped up Liam, Jake and Trevor. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I want to try something, but some dudes on the internet say it’s easier to use lotion first.”
"But I have a better idea!"
Bringing his hand closer, Simon tilted them towards his mouth. The three of them screamed soundlessly as he stared down Simon's throat.
Closing his mouth around them, he rolled them around with his tongue, pressing Jake and Liam against his palate and pinning Trevor against this cheek. They were slippery and salty from his sweat and Simon playfully hummed with a song in his head as he felt them squirming, their tiny bodies slick against his taste buds. After rolling them around in there for a long minute, Simon could tell that the boys were starting to get tired from all the movement.
Opening his mouth, Simon spat them out onto his open palm. The three boys tumbled onto his skin, gasping for air and coughing out saliva. “All nice and slippery now.” Simon tilted his hand toward his lap where his erection stood thick and hot. “Perfect for sliding!” With a sly grin, he gently nudged Liam toward the tip of his cockhead. “Don’t worry,” Simon whispered. “I’ll be gentle, well, kinda. I'm still inexperienced… the AI chat bot said it shouldn't be that hard.” Liam tried to scramble backward, but Simon nudged him towards the slit. With a wet slurp, Liam disappeared inside, sliding down the shaft.
Simon groaned, biting his lower lip hard as he held his erection in his hand and rubbed the small bulge that was Liam slowly sliding down his rock-hard cock. “Ohhh… that feels… weird…” he murmured, feeling every tiny kick and squirm deep inside his shaft. His breath hitched as Liam’s movements sent waves of pleasure down his spine. He shut for a moment, lost in the strange sensation.
“Feels… so… fucking… *good*.” Simon groaned, his thumb pressing gently over the bulge moving steadily downward.
“Just… don’t wiggle too much.”
Simon let out a sigh as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, forcing Liam down further down into his cock. Sweat ran down from his forehead onto the bed below Jake and Trevor, who can do nothing but stare at their friend being slowly pushed down a huge tower of meat. Feeling the bulge with his thumb, it slid lower and lower, until the outline of Liam's writhing body is visible under Simon's flushed skin. Simon groaned lowly. “Fuck… he’s… heavy.” His eyelids fluttered shut, his hips bucking involuntarily as Liam reached the base. Eventually, the bulge disappeared beneath Simon’s palm, swallowed by swollen flesh. And there was silence. Simon collapsed back against the headboard, panting, and a dazed grin spread across his face. “Holy shit,” he whispered, staring at his limp hand. “Blake’s gonna… lose his shit.”
Jake couldn't believe what he just saw. His friend just… got eaten by his friend's brother's cock. Out of fear, Jake took a couple of steps back while gasping for breath. Beside him, Trevor had the same reaction with his hands clamped over his mouth. Simon threw his gaze down to them. "Your turn!" he grinned as he scooped Jake up between his fingers. Jake screamed, kicking wildly. Simon chuckled. “Don’t make this difficult, dude. Just… let my dick eats you!” Without hesitation, Simon pinched Jake’s legs before dangling him upside down over the tip of his cock. His little scream got instantly muffled as Simon pushed Jake into the slit until his entire torse disappeared inside. “Fuck! Fuck! It feels… fucking … good!” tight, his thumb rubbing the bulge where Jake was squirming deep inside.
With each groan, Simon flexed his abs, sweat rolling down between them. Trevor stood frozen in place, not running, not screaming, but staring at Simon’s cock. Jake’s wiggling feet still visible inside the slick slit. Simon smirked and lazily rubbed the bulge with his hand. “Smart kid,” he said, tapping the top of Trevor’s tiny head with his fingertip. “You wanna go in head-first … or … feet-first?”
Trevor didn’t answer or rather he couldn’t answer. His eyes were fixated on Jake’s twitching toes. “Fine, I’ll pick.” Simon gripped Trevor on his torso between thumb and forefinger, tilting him horizontally as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the tiny body. “Bet you’re wondering what it’s like in there …” Simon said in a husky voice. “Warm. Wet. Tight.” He dragged Trevor’s wiggling form up and down the length, coating him in pre-cum. “Ohhh … yeah.” His hips jerked slightly as he teased himself with Trevor’s tiny limbs.
Feeling the little feet slowly disappeared with a wet slurping sound. Simon exhaled sharply out of his nose, a shiver running through his spine as he traced the lump travelling down his shaft. “Fuuuck…” he hissed, gripping the sheets with his free hand. “You feel that little dude? That’s your buddy … inside my fat cock!” He pressed Trevor’s face into the pulsing vein on the underside, letting him feel the light kicks inside. “Imagine that it was you.” Simon’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Wanna join them?”
Trevor squirmed violently in Simon’s grasp, but his tiny limbs barely made Simon’s grip loosen. Simon groaned, rolling his hips as he felt Jake's wriggling deeper inside. All of a sudden, Simon froze for a second, his breath caught in his panting, his fingers instinctively knead his painfully swollen balls. "Holy fuck... He's in my other nuts!" he exhaled heavy, pressing and massaging his sac roughly, trying to figure out exactly where Jake was. "Ahh fuck, there! Little bastard kicked me right in the—nngh—left one!" His abs tensed, sweat dripping down his stomach as he laughed breathlessly, “Couldn’t have done that if you were still outside, huh?”
Leaning back against the bed's headboard, Simon grinned down at Trevor while also holding him firmly in his grip. "Your friends are nice and snug in my sack," Simon said as he gently squeezed his testicles and laughed. "And you... you're going to join them too." As he said this, Simon raised his penis with one hand so that it was just a few inches from Trevor's nose. "You never expected to be inside your best friend's brother, did you?" he said while pushing Trevor's little body into the peepee hole. "Oh man…you are going to love it!"
Trevor screamed as the flesh swallowed him whole, his tiny legs kicking uselessly against Simon's fingers before vanishing inside. Simon tilted his head back with a groan, pressing one hand against his balls while the other lazily stroked his cock, feeling the small bulges shift deeper inside. "Ohhhh yeah..." He bit his lip, watching the outline of Trevor's squirming body slide down his shaft. "I can't wait for Blake's reaction to finding out —fuck— that all of his friends are inside my balls." Simon chuckled as he rubbed the bump travelling toward his sack and his abs tightened with pleasure.
The front door slammed downstairs. Simon's smile grew wider. "Speak of the devil..." He lay back and relaxed, letting his cock rest against his thigh as he heard someone rushing up the stairs. Then Blake burst into the room, arms loaded with snacks but stopped short at the sight of his brother laying on his bed naked and all of his friends nowhere to be seen. The plastic bag slid out of his fingers and fell to the ground scattering all over the place.
“Simon?” Blake’s voice was wavering. “Where are my friends?”
The instant he saw Simon lying naked on the bed, the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. “Oh no, you didn’t…” Simon simply smiled and relaxed with his arms lazily behind his head, flexing his chest. Blake groaned loudly as he stormed toward Simon with his cheeks flushed red. “Dude, every time! Every goddamn time!” Gesturing wildly toward Simon. “Just—why?! Why do you keep doing this!?”
Simon just chuckled, and as he shifted his weight slightly, Blake instantly noticed how Simon's swollen balls were twitching under his legs. Blake’s stomach dropped as he looked down at Simon's unnatural fullness of his legs below him. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” Blake groaned, rubbing his temples. “They’re in there, aren’t they?” Simon smirked, stretching out one leg to flex his thigh. “Maybe,” was all that Simon would tease by rolling his hips a little. “Well, why don’t you take a guess.”
As Blake got closer to Simon, he stared down at him, "Simon, I am going to kill you, I swear to God!" Simon just gave an amused smile and motioned with his hand for Blake to come closer. "How about you go ahead and check for yourself," he said to Blake.
Blake leans forward and as soon as he does that, Simon presses his penis against Blake's face, causing Blake to jump back in shock and land on his butt. Simon busted out laughing as Blake was scrambling backwards while wiping his face with the back of his arm. "Dude! That was so gross!"
Teasing his little bro, "Looks like you're gonna have to get used to doing this if you want to help your buddies out," Simon said playfully, while lazily stroking himself. Blake stared at his brother's cock, realizing that he would eventually need to convince Simon to release out his friends. He groaned and buried his head in his hands, saying, "No f**king way am I gonna suck your dick. And can’t you just jerk off or something?"
Simon just smiled and shook his head, "Afraid I can't do that Blakey-boy, that’s not gonna fly with me. you don’t want your friends stewing in my load all night, now, do you?" Blake shot Simon a dirty look and glanced over at his brother’s standing erection, knowing that Simon was telling the truth. Blake took a long, but deep breath and crawled slowly toward Simon.
As Blake leaned closer to Simon’s cock, Simon was highly amused by Blake hesitantly bringing his mouth closer to Simon’s cock. Simon pushed his hips forward slightly, pressing the tip of his cock against Blake’s lips. Blake recoiled and gagged a little bit, "STOP PUTTING IT IN MY FACE!" Simon laughed because he was loving what Blake was going through, "Just relax, brother. This is going to be the weirdest ‘rescue mission’ you've ever done." Blake groaned even louder and complained, "Dude! You’re a total fucking weirdo … Fine! Fine! Just tell me what I have to do."
Simon smiled as he leaned back on his elbows, the end of his penis brushing against Blakes' face. "Alright, here’s the deal," he said with a grin on his face, "you're going in my cock." Simon saw the look on Blake's face and raised his hand to calm him before he could freak out. "And before you go ape shit on me," Simon said, "I’ve got a plan. That shrink ray of mine? Works both ways."
"Wait, you mean you're going to shrink me down too?"
"Yup," Simon pointed his finger like a gun. "You're going to be a tiny little Blakey crawling into my penis like some kind of.... I don't know, a cave explorer?" He laughed at his own joke.
Groaning and pulling at his own hair, Blake thought, “I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about doing this.” As his gaze snapped back and forth between Simon’s smug face and the large penis that was still glowing from the saliva and semen, Blake asked, “And they're really... in your balls?” Simon placed his hand on his own balls and squeezed, causing something small to scream inside of his body. “Blake! Help! Get us outta here!”
Blake’s face twisted in disgust. “Oh my god, Simon! You—this is—I swear to god!” Simon laughed uncontrollably while rolling onto his side, making his penis slap against his thigh. Blake covered his face with his hands. “Okay! Okay! ! Just hurry up and shrink me before I change my mind!” Simon grabbed the Shrink Ray from the bedside table and rotated it in his fingers while joking with Blake. “Gotta say, I never expected you’d agree to this.” Blake clenched his jaw. “Just do it already!”
Simon pointed the device at Blake and fired. The blue beam hit him square in the chest. In seconds, he was no bigger than Simon’s pinky finger, standing on the wrinkled bedsheet. Simon leaned in close, his head blocking out much of the light from the ceiling, while looking down at Blake with a grin. “Damn, you’re tiny!”
Blake stumbled from Simon and hissed. “Shut up and let’s get this over with!”
The way Simon grinned should have been a dead giveaway to what he was up to, but it wasn’t. “Sure, sure, little Blakey.” Simon picked Blake up by the torso and held him at eye level with his huge penis. “You’re gonna have to crawl in through the tip,” Simon said casually, like this was just another chore. “Then you’ll work your way down the shaft, but don’t worry, the inside of my cock’s slippery enough to slide right through until you hit the sac. That’s where your buddies are.” Blake felt disgusted as he kicked uselessly in Simon's grip. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Simon just chuckled and lowered Blake toward his glistening, swollen tip. “Say hi to your friends for me.”
Blake struggled and screamed as Simon pressed him face-first against the slit. “Come on, little bro,” Simon teased, wiggling Blake slightly. “Use those toothpick arms and you just gotta push through.” With a wet squelch, Blake’s head slipped inside followed by his shoulders as they went through the tight opening and Simon gasped with pleasure. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s it.”
Everything inside was wet, pulsing flesh as Blake found himself against the wall with no way to get away from Simon. His arms were pinned to his sides as Simon’s cock swallowed him inch by inch while Simon groaned above him. “Ahhh, fuck … feels just as good as the last three.” Blake could feel the muscles tightening around him and squeezing him deeper each time that Simon moaned.
Just when Blake thought he couldn’t take anymore, Simon yanked Blake out with a wet pop. As Blake gasped for air with his whole body drenched in pre-cum, he dangled there helplessly held by Simon’s fingers. Simon chuckled, “Almost forgot,” as he dragged his thumb back and forth across Blake’s tiny body, spreading the slimy fluid all over him. “Gotta lube you up properly before sending you all the way down.” Blake hardly had time to protest as Simon pushed him back down again, this time feetfirst.
The fleshy walls clenched around Blake’s legs immediately, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Blake kicked wildly, but his tiny limbs barely made a difference against the overpowering muscle surrounding him. Above him, Simon let out a shuddering groan, his fingers pressing lightly against the bulge traveling down his shaft. “Feel that? That’s my cock enjoying you.” With a particularly rough thrust of his hips, Simon forced Blake deeper, the walls clenching rhythmically. “Fuck, yeah… slide all the way down!”
Blake gasped as his hips disappeared inside, the slick tunnel squeezing tighter around his waist. Simon ran his finger teasingly over Blake's head and smearing his pre-cum all over the hair while Blake was still half-buried inside Simon.
Simon grunted, teeth clenching as he said, "You look so fucking tiny like this." His thumb pressed against Blake’s shoulder, pinning him while Simon lazily rolled his hips making the walls ripple around Blake’s trapped body. "Are you having fun, little buddy? Bet you love being inside me."
"F**k you," Blake shouted
Simon laughed evilly and pushed down on Blake's head again with his fingertip, forcing him deeper inside.
Blake could feel the warm walls beginning to close in on his shoulders as he was being slowly pulled downward. The fleshy tunnel began to squeeze around him harder like a python as Simon groaned above him. "Ohhh fuck you're really in there now..." Simon hissed with his teeth clenched together while rubbing the large bulge forming on his shaft from Blake’s small body.
With each twitch of Simon’s cock muscles, Blake was pushed deeper inch by inch until only his arms and head remained outside, desperately clawing at the slick skin around him. He chuckled softly, watching his little brother struggle uselessly. “Almost there,” he mocked him, pressing one fingertip against Blake’s forehead. “Just relax and let my cock do the work.”
Blake barely had time to curse before Simon shoved him in completely, pressing down harder with his thump.
“Screw y-“
The moment his head disappeared, Simon let out a low groan, his abs tightening as he traced the bulge traveling down his shaft. “Fuck… you have no idea how good that feels” He bit his lip, massaging the spot where Blake squirmed inside him.
“Your buddies are gonna be so happy to see you.” He murmured, kneading his balls with his free hand.
Inside Simon’s swollen sac, Blake came crashing down and landed on face-first in a pool of thick, warm fluid. His tiny fingers felt around the inside of the sac, but they slipped off its slippery sides until they finally found something soft.
"Ow! Who dat?!" Liam yelled from somewhere in the dark
"BLAKE?!"
"Dude, did he shove you in here too?"
Blake spat out a mouthful of thick fluid, wiping his face with his forearm. "Yeah, no shit," Blake groaned as he struggled to stand in the slippery warmth.
Outside, Simon collapsed back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, his penis was fully erect and pressed firmly against his inner thigh. He lazily traced the fading bulge on his shaft where Blake had disappeared moments ago. "Man, best advice I've ever followed from a random person on the internet," Simon murmured to himself, flexing his abs as he rubbed his swollen balls. The muffled sounds of four tiny voices arguing inside made him chuckle.
"Hope they're getting along in there."
Simon chuckled to himself as he rolled onto his back, stretching his arms behind his head while his balls shifted heavily between his thighs. "Should've done this long ago," said Simon to himself, pressing a hand against his swollen sac between his legs. " Way more fun than just teasing you with dumb pranks." He idly flicked his cock up with his fingernail and sent it bouncing off his stomach.
"Shoulda started shrinking dick snacks years ago."
Back inside Simon's left testicle, Blake wiped his eyes, only to have another blob of thick fluid fall from the ceiling-like flesh above and onto his forehead. "Great," he said, slipping while attempting to get up.
"Quit moving around," Liam groaned as he was leaning on the spongy wall with one side of his body. "You're going to slosh us around and I feel like I am going to throw up real soon."
Blake rolled his eyes and asked, "Where are Trevor and Jake?"
Liam answered, "Your brother has two balls, so maybe in the other?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he gestured vaguely at the walls surrounding them. "Are you expecting me to say, Oh, they're in VIP lounge?”
Blake groaned and wiped more fluid from his face. "What a great help you are, dude."
Liam crossed his arms, his clothes clinging uncomfortably on his small body. "Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll bring a map and a flashlight before your giant-ass brother shoves me into his nut."
Blake paid no attention to him, instead pushing his palms into the soft walls. With a loud shout, Blake yelled up, "SIMON! GET US OUT OF HERE!" His loud voice had little effect on the thick flesh surrounding them.
At the meantime outside, Simon lay on the bed, with one hand idly stroking his penis while other held up his phone, snapping pictures of the bulge in his sack. "Damn, bro," he said while zooming in on the slight movement beneath the skin of his testicles. "This is prime blackmail material." As he fondled his nuts, he felt the smallest movements, making him moaned softly, "Say cheese, little Blakey and his little friends." The flash went off for a brief moment, lighting up the swollen testicles before Simon chuckled and collapsed back against the pillows.
Simon groaned and arched his back slightly, feeling the squirming inside his scrotum become more violent. "Fuck... alright, alright," he gasped while reaching blindly for a condom from the bedside table. "I guess it's time." He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and slid the condom over his cock, grinning as he gave himself a slow stroke. "Don't want you little guys getting lost in the sheets."
"You boys better hold on tight," Simon murmured, applying just enough pressure to the scrotum with his thumb to get a response from the inside. "It's gonna get a little bumpy."
Simon stroked himself faster now, while at the same time inside his sac, Blake and Liam were flung forward as Simon's balls bounced, the fleshy walls suddenly tightening and loosening unpredictably. "Fuck—Simon, you asshole!" Blake yelled out in frustration while getting knocked ass first into Liam from all the movement outside.
Ignoring their muffled shouts, instead Simon was too busy grinning down at his twitching cock, watching a strange bulge start moving up the shaft. His fingers traced the wriggling shape, pressing just hard enough to make whoever was inside squirm harder. "Ooooh, one of you is tryin’ to escape?" His thumb rubbed slow circles over the bulge as it moved closer to the tip of his penis. "Hope you like condoms, ‘cause that’s where you’re ending up."
Simon pushed down on his stomach while his other hand gripped his throbbing cock tighter. "Fuck—keep movin’ like that and I won’t—ahh—last!" His hips involuntarily bucked in reaction to the tinies squirming inside, causing intense pleasure in Simon's groin area. When he reached the point of climax, Simon released a loud gasp, his fingers digging into the thigh beneath him. "Too late—gahhh!"
His penis throbbed violently as ropes of cum shot into the condom sending Trevor, Jake, Liam and Blake tumbling out with the thick load. Simon moaned and shuddered as he felt his balls shrank back to normal size, twitching against his thigh. "Fuuuck... That was amazing " he gasped, peeling off the condom with trembling fingers.
Inside the condom, all four of them were trapped in the sticky mess, coughing and sputtering as they tried to wipe semen from their faces. Simon grinned and dangled the condom in front of his face, watching Blake punch uselessly at the rubber walls. "Damn, you guys feel so freaking good from the beginning till the end."
"F*** you Simon!!! I’m telling Mom on you!!!" Even though his voice may sound muffled his anger will not go unnoticed. Simon could only laugh at Blake and continued to shake the condom around as he did it. "OHHH!!! I'm sooo scared now!!! You gonna go crying to Mommy about it??" He licked his lips and then whispered in a mocking tone "What're you gonna tell her, that Mommy Simon put you back in his balls again?"
Simon sighed happily as he rolled the condom between his fingers and watched the tiny men struggle against the sticky walls. "You know..." He thought while holding the condom between his index and thumb, "Maybe I should keep you in here permanently." Blake's muffled cursing just made Simon grin wider as he lazily stroked himself back to full hardness with his free hand. "But I kept my promise... didn't say I wouldn't put you all back in again."
With a slow stretch of his fingers, Simon rolled the condom back up on his cock with cum and four little men in panic. Blake was pounding the side of the condom with his fist as Simon gave himself a slow stroke, groaning at the sensation. "Fuck... the way you guys move around..." He said, as he tilted the condom downward and let gravity pull off thick ropes of cum and screaming little bodies back to the tip of his cock.
"No no no NO—" Blake's voice got cut off by another wet *plop* as Simon's cock swallowed him back inside. Simon groaned and arched his back as his muscles clenched around Blake again. "Back in you go." He murmured, lazily stroking the bulge travelling down his shaft.
Simon tipped the condom upside down again and Jake went next, screaming as he slid down the slippery latex right into Simon's waiting slit. "FUCK! SIMON YOU SICK—" His voice cut off with a wet squelch as Simon's cock sucked him in greedily. Liam tried to grab onto the rim of the condom, but Simon flicked him off with his thumb, sending him tumbling after Jake with a yelp. Trevor was last, clawing at the rubber as Simon pinched the condom shut around him and squeezed.
"Simon, I swear to—" Trevor had time to say no more when Simon rolled the condom down and squeezed it like a rolled tube of toothpaste, forcing him straight into the twitching slit. Simon shivered and licked his lips as he watched his cock swallow the last tiny lump. "Ahhh....Welcome back, losers." His fingers traced the four separate bulges moving down his shaft, each squirm sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.
Peeling off the used condom, Simon tossed it aside with onto the carpet before collapsing back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. He put his fingertip underneath his cock and smiled when he felt the squirming inside his balls get even crazier. "Damn...should've bought more condoms," he said to himself, thinking about how many times he could get them back inside and cum them out.
Simon then stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles as he rested his hands behind his head. He was beyond satisfied, and his cock twitched lazily as his balls shifted between his thighs. Propping himself up with his elbows, Simon looked down at his right ball was noticeably larger than his left one. He frowned and began prodding and poking them, testing them with his fingers as he felt the movement inside. "Wait... what the hell?" He gripped the right one firmly between his fingers and felt four distinct bulges against his hand. "Ohhh... shit." A slow grin spread across his face as he tapped the swollen right testicle. "Did you idiots all go into my right nut?! That’s crazy!"
Back inside, Blake shoved Trevor away from him while he was backed against the soft wall, and Blake groaned, "Dude, get off me!" after he had wiped his face off again with more of the slimy goo that was all over him. The cramped space pulsed around them, squeezing uncomfortably with Simon's movements outside. Jake was between Liam and the fleshy ceiling and coughed, "This is even more horrible than before, why did we all get stuck inside together?!"
Blake pressed his palm against the spongy wall as he tried to force his way through, but it gave way like wet rubber. "Simon!" He yelled as he kicked the wall in frustration. "Let us out you jerk."
He laughed while squeezing his enlarged ball, causing all four of them to tumble into each other in the sticky mess. "Ohhh, man," Simon groaned, rubbing circles over the squirming shapes inside his sac. "Man, if I had four more little guys, my left nut would be balanced out!" He pressed down even harder, and the tiny guys inside gasped as the wall suddenly squeezed around them even tighter, nearly flattening them.
Simon was lying on his side when he lifted his head from the pillow with one of his arms. His other hand was lazily caressing the swollen testicle. "You know..." he said playfully while he rubbed his finger against the soft skin.
"It's kind of getting late... And summer vacation just started for you guys, right? Soooo..." His thumb pressed against a particularly active spot, smirking when he heard the muffled shouts.
"No rush getting you four out. How about I keep everyone right here all summer." He laughed while rolling onto his back and lifting one knee up to give his swollen balls more room. He dragged a finger slowly down his shaft, feeling little movements of struggling tinies deep inside. "Think of it like... summer camp. Nut camp." His shoulders shook with laughter at his own joke.
Laying out on the bed, Simon has begun to doze off, with one hand resting on his groin. With one hand on his groin and the other idly squeezing his engorged ball sac and the muffled voices of frustration coming from inside were peaceful and comforting to him. The next thing he knew, he was sound asleep, snoring away while smiling stupidly.
The blond guy was last to come out, looking totally out of it. “What... what just happened?” he asked, stumbling over his words.
Evan just winked. “That, my friend, was the VIP suite.” He grabbed a tissue and started carefully wiping them all down. They were shivering. “Alright, let's get you all back to normal,” Evan said, his hand glowing again.
One by one, they grew back to their full height, crammed into the tiny stall. They were all naked and covered in goo. Mark punched Evan in the arm. “You jerk! That was the worst ride ever!”
Mikey just looked sick. “I need a shower, like, now.”
The airport guy looked furious. “You kidnapped me! I'm calling the cops!”
Evan laughed. “Chill out, man. You're in Japan now! Free trip! Think of the story you can tell.”
The guy paused, then gave in with a sigh. “Fine. But I'm keeping your number.”
They all walked out of the stall, naked and sticky. People washing their hands stared at them, horrified. Heads turned and mouths dropped as the group of twelve football players and two confused strangers squeezed by, all covered in drying sperm. Someone dropped their phone, and another person choked on their coffee. Evan just grinned and led the way to the row of empty stalls. “VIP treatment, huh?” he shouted back, which made everyone groan.
Evan started handing out clothes from his backpack, extra shorts, shirts, even some socks. But then he realised something … Brad was nowhere to be seen. Evan patted his stomach, which felt kind of empty and rumbly. “Oh yeah,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Almost forgot about Brad. He is still stewing in my tummy.” The team stopped getting dressed and just stared at him. Mark tossed a wet sock at Evan's head. “You forgot about Brad? Seriously?”
“It's not my fault I forgot!” Evan protested, dodging the sock in the process. “I can't think straight with you guys wiggling around in there.” He rubbed his rumbling belly. “Plus, he was quiet. Must've fallen asleep or something.” He rested his hands on the sink, acting like he didn’t see the shocked faces around him. “Chill, I'll get him out.” He burped softly, the taste of sweat and bad coffee lingering in his mouth. “Oops. Sorry, Brad.”
Mikey leaned against the stall door, arms crossed. “Of course. The one gay guy in the group, and you're the one who can't think straight.” He rolled his eyes. “You ate two random guys at the airport but forgot you still had one of your own teammates in your belly? That’s so Evan.”
Evan turned slowly, his eyes narrowing. A dangerous smile played on his lips. “Keep up with that attitude and you’re going back inside.” He took a step forward, his shadow falling over Mikey. “I’ve got plenty of room in my balls again. Bet I could fit you right next to the airport guy. He’s pretty chatty.”
The airport guy, who had been quietly cleaning slime off his chest, stopped moving. His eyes jumped back and forth between Evan and Mikey. He looked scared, but also a little embarrassed. “Whoa, wait a minute!” he said, holding up his hands. “I didn't say anything! Don't make me go back in there... in that... “He stopped talking. He looked down at Evan's pants, then quickly looked up, his face red.
Evan grinned, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed. “Chill out, dude. I was just messing with you.” He waited a second for that to sink in. The other guy seemed to loosen up a bit. Then Evan's voice got lower, “Unless you volunteer to, that is.” He winked. “VIP treatment’s always better when it’s voluntary.”
The airport guy’s face went from relieved to totally freaked out again. “No way!” he shouted, backing up until he hit the stall door. Evan laughed and turned back to his growling stomach. “Okay, Brad, time to get out.” He patted his belly gently, but nothing happened. He sighed. “Fine, be that way.” Out of nowhere, he stuck two fingers down his throat and started gagging. His eyes teared up, and he coughed hard while bending over the sink. The team watched, totally grossed out, as Evan kept throwing up. Finally, with a gross, wet sound, Brad slid out onto the cold floor, covered in spit and stomach gunk. He gasped and wiped his face like crazy. “Dude! Why did you do that?” he sputtered.
Evan shrugged as he wiped his mouth. “You weren't exactly coming out by yourself.” He chucked some clothes from his bag at Brad. “Now hurry up. We’ve got a train to catch.” Brad quickly got his clothes on, still coughing. The blond dude just stared at Evan like he was nuts. “Did you just... throw him up?” Evan grinned. “Well, how else was I gonna get him out?” He grabbed his backpack and pushed past everyone. “Let’s go. Coach is gonna kill us if we’re late”
The team squeezed through the busy airport outside the bathroom, with Evan in front. Signs showed the way to the train station. Mikey caught up to Evan and quietly said, “So... what about the bet?” Evan smirked. “Oh, I won. You all stayed inside without me blowing my load.” Mikey frowned. “But you...you know... *after*.” Evan brushed it off. “That was after landing. Doesn't count.” Mark groaned from behind. “Seriously? So we’re stuck in your balls for two days?”
The blond guy with Evan seemed lost. “What bet?” he asked.
Evan laughed. “It's a long story. You'll get it later.” He spotted the other guy sneaking looks at his pants. “Chill,” Evan joked, patting his flat jeans. “I’m empty now. Unless you want a ride?”
The guy's head snapped back. "No thanks!"
The blond guy stopped and frowned. “Wait a minute,” he said, his voice strained. “How do we get back home?” He pointed at Evan. "You swallowed us to get *here*. What happens when the trip's over? Are we supposed to crawl back inside your..." He stopped, shivering. “No way. Not happening.”
Evan shrugged, tugging at his backpack. “Not my problem,” he said casually. He kept walking, and the rest of the group had to tag along as he went through all the people in the terminal. “You were in the wrong bathroom stall at the wrong time. End of story.” He looked back at the blond guy, grinning like he'd won something. “So, yeah. Either you climb back into my balls for the return trip...” He patted his jeans. “Or you buy your own ticket. Either is fine by me.”
The blond guy stared at Brad, eyes wide with panic. “He’s kidding, right?” he whispered, his voice tight.
Brad sighed, wiping slime from his cheek. “Nope, he’s serious,” Brad said, shaking his head. “That’s Evan for you. He’ll eat you alive and then ask if you want fries.” He pointed to Evan’s back. “Just be happy he didn’t forget you in his gut.”
The group trudged through the busy airport, getting some odd looks. Evan took them to the train station entrance. He stopped by the ticket machines and turned to the group. “Okay, listen up!” he said, raising his voice. “Coach texted me on the plane. The school pulled through and they booked a three-night hotel for us to stay. It's nothing fancy, but it's got beds and showers.” He grinned, patting his bag. “So, no sleeping in my balls tonight.”
Mark groaned. “Thank god. I don’t think I could handle another minute in there.”
“Hold up,” Evan said, his voice sharp. He leaned against the ticket machine with his arms crossed. “You guys lost the bet. I didn’t come until the very moment we landed.” He paused to let that sink in, and the team just froze. The airport guy and the blond stranger looked at each other, confused and a bit nervous. “So, you get one day off… starting now.” He looked down and tapped his watch, a little too pleased with himself. “Twenty-four hours left and my balls are going to claim you all for two whole days!”
Mark stepped forward. “That's not fair! We were trapped in there for thirteen hours! We deserve a break!”
Evan simply shrugged. “Rules are rules. You all agreed to the bet.” He grabbed his phone and showed everyone the group chat where Mikey had spelled out the conditions. “See? Right here. If Evan swallows us all without cumming, we stay in his junk for the whole trip. And I didn't cum until after we landed.” He grinned. “Let’s not forget, you were the one who insisted on having it in writing. So, you're all mine.”
The team all groaned at the same time while the blond guy looked totally freaked out. “Wait, does that mean... me too?” Evan winked, “yep. VIP package, round trip included.” He patted his crotch and added, “And I think my balls are already feeling a bit lonely down there.” He leaned closer, whispering in a teasing way, “They sure do miss the warmth of a bunch of bodies squeezed together. Especially your struggle felt delightful, Mikey. You kicked like a champ, man.”
Mikey pushed him. “Shut up, Evan. You're gross.”
Evan just laughed, you could hear him over the crowd. He went to the ticket machine and started tapping away, grinning like he knew something. “Two-day train pass for me,” he said. “And a whole lot of nothing for you guys since you’re gonna be tucked away soon.” He swiped his card, and the machine beeped.
The blond dude, face red as could be, pushed his way to the front. “Move! We want to get our tickets too!” he yelled, trying to shove Evan.
Evan didn't move an inch. He just stood there, solid, giving the guy a *Try it* look. The dude backed down, grumbling to himself.
Next up was Mark, glaring at Evan. “Seriously? You won't even let us buy tickets?”
Evan just shrugged. “Why waste the cash? You're all riding with me.” He patted his jeans.
Mikey groaned. “You’re impossible, man.”
Evan just grinned, “alright, alright, I'll stop,” he said, holding up his hands like he was surrendering. “Let's get to the hotel.” He swiped his card, bought a bunch of train passes, and tossed them to the team one by one.
The train ride didn't last too long and only took fifteen minutes. The train was super crowded, so Evan had to lean against the door. The team stuck close, trying to ignore everyone staring at them. His jeans felt strangely empty without the weight of the team inside him. He saw the blond guy –the one he still didn't know the name of – staring at his crotch again. Evan winked. The guy quickly looked away, his face turning red.
After walking several blocks from the station, they consulted the GPS on their phone to locate their hotel. The hotel was down a narrow alley, surrounded by taller hotels. The hotel had a vintage feel with wood beams, sliding paper doors, and lovely lanterns that provided light. It had a little sign that read "Ryokan Sakura." Upon entering, the smell of tatami mats and incense welcomed them. An older woman sat at the front desk and deeply bowed as they greeted her, seeming a little surprised to see such tall Americans, but also very warm and kind. Evan stepped forward and said in Japanese that they had made a reservation for the hotel. The older woman nodded slowly and presented folded yukatas. "Hot spring bath," she said slowly in English, pointing to the garden, and added, "Very relaxing."
“Wait, coach picked this place?” Mark blurted, eyes about to roll out of his head. “Since when does coach have taste?”
Evan then remembered the text from Coach Thompson: *Family emergency. Can't make it. You're the in charge. * Evan smirked. This was ideal. No adults meant no rules.
The team got one big tatami room to share. Thin mattresses were lined up on the floor, each just a bit wider than a yoga mat. The blond guy looked at the small space. “Seriously? All fifteen of us are staying here.” Evan threw his bag onto the closest futon. “Relax, princess. You'll be cosy soon enough.” He patted his jeans, and the guy turned white.
Evan pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned frame, and hard rock abs. "Alright, guys," he said with a lazy stretch. "Leave your bags. We're going to hot springs. Let's go." The team groaned out a complaint, all feeling gross and tired from their flight. Brad groaned out, "But I need to shower first!" Evan grinned, already unbuttoning his jeans. "No problem. The springs will wash it all off." He looked at the blond stranger. "You too, VIP."
The blond guy stepped back. "No way! I'm not getting naked with you!"
Evan raised an eyebrow. “Scared?” He slowly pushed his jeans down, letting them drop to his ankles. His thick dick hung heavy, already getting hard.
The team just froze. Mikey sighed. “Here we go again."
Evan grinned as he took off his shirt and threw it on a tatami mat. He picked up the folded yukata from the desk and opened the neat cotton robe. “Relax, guys,” he said, putting his arms in the sleeves. “It's just a bath.” He tied the sash loosely, and the robe fell open a bit, showing his chest and abs. The yukata felt cool on his skin, which was nice since the room was so humid.
The team didn't budge at first, looking worn out and annoyed. Brad scratched his head and said, “Fine, whatever.” He then started taking off his shirt. Mikey sighed and started doing the same. Mark mumbled about Evan being a bit bossy but began stripping too. Slowly, one by one, the others joined in. The blond guy stood still, his face white. Evan walked up to him. “Come on,” he said gently. “It's just water.” The guy swallowed hard and nodded, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
Evan guided them through the sliding paper doors into the garden. The air was cool, with the familiar scent of wet earth and flowers. Several stone lanterns illuminated the path to two wooden doors. “Men’s Bath.” Evan pointed. Inside, big plumes of steam curled in the air. It was a warm room, smelling of minerals and sweat. They completely undressed and placed their clothes inside basket-type bins. Evan noticed the blond one cover his body in awkward embarrassment. “Relax,” Evan said quietly. “No one cares.” And he walked past the blond, nude, and confident, to the washing area. The wall housed small, short stools and buckets, and Evan sat down and began to scrub himself with the soap. The team began to copy him, splashing water everywhere. Evan noticed Brad occasionally glance at his thick cock, while relaxed and soft, it was still impressive. When Evan noticed him looking, he smiles slightly, “See something you like?” Brad's eyes went wide as his face turned red and looked away quickly.
After they were clean, Evan got in first, groaning softly as the heat soaked into his muscles. The others followed, groaning and sighing as they sank into the water. The blond guy seemed unsure at the edge, looking around nervously. Evan patted the water next to him and said, “Come on, it’s okay.” The guy carefully slid in, flinching from the heat. Evan leaned back, letting the water touch his chest. He could feel the stress leaving his body. Mikey sat across from him, scowling. “So, what’s it like to swallow somebody?”
Evan chuckled, stretching his arms. “Heavy. And warm.” He glanced at Mikey. “Want to give it another try?” Mikey shook his head quickly while Evan laughed and splashed water at him. “Relax, I'm just messing with you.” He leaned back, closing his eyes. The steam felt great on his face. He heard the others chatting quietly. Brad was telling Mark about how cramped Evan’s stomach felt and then Evan opened one eye. “Were you complaining about me?” Brad looked away as Evan grinned. “Next time, I'm leaving you in there longer.” Brad shut his mouth immediately.
After about thirty minutes, Evan stretched his spine and stood up. Water ran down his body. “Okay, everyone,” he said. “Have fun. I need to go take care of something.” He got out of the bath and grabbed a towel. The blond guy watched him, looking worried. “Where are you going?” Evan grinned. “It's a secret.” He wrapped the towel around himself. “Don't wait for me.” He left, leaving the team behind. Mikey mumbled, “He’s probably going to go after someone else.” Brad groaned. “Please, no.”
Evan changed out of the hotel clothes and exited the hotel. The narrow alley…. dark… quiet… despite the sunlight. He walked down the narrow street, his footsteps echoing out … He came to a stop outside a small, metal door which was rusty and old-looking. He knocked three times. Loudly. The sound echoed throughout the alley. He waited, his breath visible in the chilly air, and awaited the door. Slowly, the door creaked open, and a man appeared with a scar across his face. "What do you want?" asked the man in Japanese. Evan smiled. "I’m here for the fine dining." The man nodded and stepped aside. Evan walked into the room. The room was dimly illuminated and smelled like incense and something else… something sweet.
Several people sat at small tables, looking up at Evan as he entered the room. A woman in a red dress approached him. "Well, well, look who we have here, our loyal customer, Evan is back!" Evan smiled. "What will it be tonight? The usual?" He shook his head. "Not tonight. I need something special." He leaned in closer. "Something big." The woman raised her eyebrow. "Big? How big?" Evan grinned. "Your biggest."
The woman led Evan into a room in the back. The walls had glass tanks, and each tank had a small person inside, not bigger than Evan's thumb. They were all naked and looked terrified. Evan walked along the tanks, watching each person. Some were crying. Others were trying to get further back into the corners. Evan paused at a tank with five small men dressed similarly in the same tank. They were all muscular and looked like athletes. Evan pointed right at them. "Those five. How much?" The woman smiled. "For you? A special price, overall five thousand yen each". Evan nodded. "Deal". He took out his wallet and counted out the bills. She took the money and handed Evan a small, clear container, and there were the five tiny men all huddled together.
Evan held it very close to his face peering in. "Don't worry, boys," he whispered into the container. "You're really going to enjoy it inside me." He removed the lid and poured the tiny men into his palm. They were squirming and all trying to run, but Evan was quicker. He tilted his head back and dropped them all into his mouth. Gulping quickly, his lips pressed together to swallow hard. He could feel the tiny humans sliding down his throat efficiently, one by one. He patted his stomach. "Yummy." He turned to the woman. "You got something bigger? Like … much bigger?" The woman shook her head. "Not today. But come back tomorrow. Perhaps we have something special." Evan grinned at her. "I'll come back!" He left the room and felt the little men still squirming in his belly. It felt good. Really good. He patted his tummy again. "Nice and full," he stated. "Settle down in there." He turned towards the hotel already looking forward to tomorrow. Perhaps he could find something larger. Some food that will really fill him and make him feel all fuzzy inside. He licked his lips. He couldn't wait.
He walked down the alley again when suddenly, his mobile began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket. The screen popped up. *Boyfriend calling. * Evan sighed to himself. He figured this call was coming. He picked up the phone. "Hey, babe." His boyfriend's voice was sharp. "Where are you? I've been texting." Evan turned and leaned against the cold brick wall himself. "Just exploring a bit. I found a fun little shop." His boyfriend sounded angry. "Exploring? After swallowing a whole football team? And after strangers? Babe, you are insane!" Evan shrugged, even if his boyfriend couldn't see him. "Just relax. They're fine. Mostly." His boyfriend's voice got louder. "Mostly? What does that mean?" Evan smiled. "Just exploring, baby." His boyfriend paused. "You're not swallowing anyone else, right?" Evan grinned. "Well..." He gave his belly a pat, "I had a little snack." His boyfriend let out a groan. "Evan! Seriously?" Evan sighed, "Look. I'll call you later okay?" He hung up before his boyfriend had a chance to say anything. He slipped his phone back into his pocket. He knew he would pay for it later, but he had bigger plans now. Again, he gave his stomach a pat. The tiny men inside were still squirming. The feeling was warm and comforting. He walked faster towards the hotel, looking forward to getting back to the team. He wondered how the boys might respond to his little snack. Especially Mikey. Evan grinned as he thought about teasing Mikey about it.
Evan opened the sliding door to their tatami room. The team was spread out on their futons and looked tired. Mikey was the first to see him. "Where the hell have you been?" Evan kicked off his shoes and went in. "I had a snack." He unzipped his hoodie very slowly, letting it fall open to reveal his defined abs. But something was different. It had a noticeable bulge, round, firm, and pushing against his skin. Brad was now sitting up with his eyes wide. "Dude, is that...?" Evan patted the bulge confidently. "Yep, five tasty little guys." The blond stranger gasped. "You swallowed more people?" Evan shrugged, while pulling his hoodie off. "They were on sale." Evan stretched, making his stomach bulge shift below his skin. Evan could see the tiny men inside squirming, and this caused Evan abdominal to ripple. Mikey looked disgusted. "You're unreal." Evan just smiled contently, slipping a hand across the curve of his stomach. "They're settling in nicely. Think of it as... dessert."
Evan yawned while stretching his arms overhead. The bulge of his stomach shifted and pressed against the waistband of his jeans. "Alright, boys," he said, before unbuttoning his pants. "I'm off to bed." He slid his jeans off and let them drop to the floor. His stomach looked even fuller now with the light roundness of it bulging against the dim light of the small room. He felt some of the little men inside moving around, their movements sending little ripples in his gut. "G'night, snacks," he said while he patted the bulge gently, "Digest well." He heard the blond guy make a choked noise of some sort, but Evan ignored it and pulled back the thin blanket from on his old futon.
He lay back on his futon, flipping the thin cover over himself. The bulge of his stomach stood out under the cover. Evan was asleep in no time at all, breathing deeply and steadily as he lay there. His stomach made a little noise in the quiet room. The noise slowly grew loud with gurgles and churns, as it dissolved the big meal he had just eaten. His stomach visibly shifted with each growl, pushing against the blanket.
Brad sat upright in his futon, staring at Evan's stomach. He whispered to Mikey, “Did you hear that? Sounds like a washing machine.” Mikey grimaced. "Dude, shut up. I'm trying to sleep." But Brad couldn't help it. Evan's stomach continued to churn, gurgling and bubbling. The blanket rose and fell with each rumble. Brad made a face. "Bro, if it gets any louder, I don't even know how I'm going to get to sleep." Mark groaned from across the room. “Stop staring at his gut and close your eyes.”
Mikey turned over, lying on his side facing Brad. He lowered his voice. “You didn’t seem to mind being in his tummy, though. You were out cold.” Brad blinked. “What? No.” Mikey smiled smugly. “You were out when we were in his balls? You were snoring, too. Loud. Like a chainsaw.” Brad’s face turned red. “I was not!” Mikey laughed. “Evan even said the vibrations bothered him. He said it tickled.” Brad buried his face into his thin pillow. “Go to sleep Mikey.”
Evan's stomach growled louder, a deep wet rumble that could be heard throughout the quiet room. The bulge shifted, pushing against the blanket with a churning motion. The blond guy leaned over and whispered to Mark, "Is he digesting them?". Mark sighed heavily, and replied, "Yes, and if you don't be quiet, you’re next on the menu." Evan moved slightly in his sleep, releasing a soft moan as his stomach choked tightly. A ripple moved across his skin as the bulge seemed to decrease size.
It's one hell of a ride if you happen to be carrying your teammates in your balls, but it's much worse when you have to sit down for 13 hours with the entire team struggling and hitting every good spot...
Evan froze mid-step as Coach Thompson cleared his throat. "Hold up," the coach said, crossing his arms. "You're not seriously thinking of walking into that airport looking like that, are you, son?" His eyes flicked down to Evan's swollen balls, heavy and sagging low with the whole team inside. "Put some damn clothes on, for Pete’s sake. Last thing we need is TSA dealing with that at security." He gave the thick bulge a knowing look and chuckled. "And you guys, behave in there," he called out, tapping the twitching length like it was a living thing. "Don't make things harder than they already are." He smirked. "Though honestly? I think you already did."
Evan bit his lip to stop himself from grinning too much. “Yes, sir, Coach,” he said. He knew the coach wasn't happy about the arrangement, but he didn't have a better idea either. And frankly speaking, the idea of his team squirming around inside him was starting to excite him more than he wanted to admit. He nodded and turned back to his locker, pulling out a pair of tight boxer briefs and a jockstrap that would keep everything in place The fabric stretched over his package, compressing his cock and balls and making the bulge stand out even more. He could feel the team shifting within him, and he had to bite back a moan.
He took a quick selfie, making sure to get the bulge in the shot. His face was flushed, eyes gleaming with excitement. The caption read, "Bet won 🏆 and the team gotta stay with me for two whole days! But first, Japan! 🛫 See you all later!" He hit post before sliding his sweatpants on. They hung low on his waist, the bulge still noticeable. He winked at the mirror and whispered, "You're all mine now."
The post message box blew up instantly with emojis, jokes, thirsty messages piling in like a flood.
“Bro… how do I try out for this team?? Sign me UP.”
“Fucking hell, Evan, that's so hot 🔥 🔥 🥵 🥵”
“Evan you absolute madman 😍🔥💀”
One of the guys from the team apparently had his phone with him and texted, "Dude... it's like a sauna in here. Worst all-inclusive vacation ever … I want my money back."
Another one wrote, "Never thought I'd see the day... Evan’s carrying us like fucking luggage. Insane. 🍆💦"
“I wouldn’t mind helping you CHECKING your teammates out 🤤 🤤 💦 💦”
Then someone slid into the DMs:
“I’d let you swallow me any day… just sayin’ 😏💦”
Evan smirked, ignoring all the notifications and texts blowing up his phone. He had something else on his mind. Turning to his locker, he grabbed his phone. His hands were shaking as he unlocked it and took a deep breath. He angled the phone down, capturing the swollen, heavy bulges in his briefs. Then, with a cheeky smile, he pulled down his waistband and took a selfie with one hand cupping his balls and hit send to his boyfriend. It was a tight fit, but the image was clear: he was holding the team, quite literally, in the palm of his hand.
"Hey babe," he typed, grinning, "all packed and ready for Japan. Wish you were coming—still got a little room left. 😏🧳🛬" He knew exactly what the message hinted at, and he didn’t have to wait long. His phone buzzed in his hand almost immediately with a reply.
“Damn it, baby!” came the reply, “my coworker almost saw your damn junk! 😡 And why are they so huge!? You didn’t do what I think you did… did you?”
Evan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he read the message. “You bet I did 😉,” he replied with a winky face emoji. “They’re all in there. Warm, tight, and ready for take-off. 🛬🗼” He hit send and put his phone away.
He turned to the coach, who was waiting for him by the open car door. "You're not gonna tell me I can't sit in the front, are you?" He asked, his tone playful. Coach Thompson rolled his eyes and opened the passenger door with a sigh. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered, but his eyes were dancing with amusement.
**At the same time within Evan's sac**
The boys were packed tightly together, shoulders touching, knees pressed together, arms pushed up against each other just to fit. There wasn’t much room to move or stretch around, but it could be worse, kind of like being crammed into the back of a car on a road trip with no leg room. The air inside was warm and thick. It reminded Mikey of the locker room after six hours of non-stop training. Hot bodies close together, breathing the same air, soaked in sweat.
He cleared his throat. "Alright… just so we’re clear 100%," he said, voice low but. "Whatever happens down here? Stays down here."
They all nodded in agreement, some more eagerly than others.
**Back to Evan**
Evan was getting bored waiting in the car, and he couldn’t help thinking about how it would feel to be trapped inside someone nuts … Maybe he could ask his boyfriend next time if he is open to try it out. The car ride to the airport was taking forever like it would never end because the traffic was a nightmare. He checked the dashboard clock. Two hours before the check-in closed. He shifted in his seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position and that made the pressure in balls even worse. "How long until we arrive at the airport?" He asked the coach for the fifth time.
Coach Thompson sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Evan, for the love of God, you've been asking the same question every freaking five minutes?" He kept his eyes on the road, sounding a bit annoyed. "We're stuck in traffic, and unless you can magically clear the traffic, you'd better stay quiet "
Evan leaned back in his seat, trying to get comfy once more. "Sorry, coach" he murmured. But the squirming and shifting inside him was driving him wild. He could them moving around, pushing against the walls of his sack, and he was getting a boner fast. "Guys, seriously, chill," he warned, his voice strained as he tried not cum right in the car next to the coach.
Finally, as if they received were blessed by THE football gods themselves, the traffic started to move again. The coach let out a relieved sigh and sped up, eager to get to the airport. "Looks like we might make it after all," he said and within twenty minutes, the international airport came into view. "Thank fuck," Evan murmured, his hand adjusting his bulging package
The coach parked his car at the 'Kiss and Ride' area, and Evan immediately hopped out. He grabbed his backpack and pulled out a giant suitcase from the trunk of the car. "Hey Coach, you sure you don't wanna come? Or are you too old for this now?" Evan joked with a grin. "I still got some room left." He gave his swollen nuts a gentle squeeze, feeling his team shift inside.
Coach Thompson chuckled and shook his head. "Keep dreaming, kiddo. But I'll be expecting a full report when you get back, got it?" He gave Evan a knowing look. "And stay out of trouble! The last thing I want to see you all is on the front page of the news!"
Evan playfully rolled his eyes. "Relax, Coach. I've got everything under my control."
He slammed the trunk shut and headed toward the terminal. The airport was full of people, families saying goodbye, business guys rushing to catch flights, and tourists snapping pictures with the airport mascots.
Evan kept his head up high, enjoying the attention when the people glance toward the obvious bulge under his shorts. Most looked away fast, just a second too long to be innocent; but no one said a word. Not that he cared anyway.
Japan was waiting… and so was one very long flight with all his teammates packed tight in his balls.
Yeah… this trip was gonna be unforgettable.
Evan dropped off his luggage at the counter with a smile to the stewardess that was too wide. She gave him a weird look, but he just winked back and walked away, the jockstrap he had to wear to keep his team in place was cutting off his circulation. The departure lounge was crowded, but he managed to find an empty bench and sat down, letting his legs spread a little to ease the pressure. His balls felt like they were going to pop out of his shorts or even explode. He checked his watch again. Thirty minutes to take-off. He needed to take care of some business first.
It was a relief to find the restroom totally empty. Evan checked under the stalls and saw no one’s feet, so he headed to the last one and locked the door. The toilet seat was cool against his burning crotch. He sat, spreading his legs more than usual to make room for his junk. The team inside him was eerily quiet, like they knew they were in public and had to behave or so he hoped.
Taking a deep breath, Evan closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything else. It was going to be a long flight if he couldn’t keep it together. "And I thought the hardest part was getting you all down," he murmured to his bulging package, "but it's even harder to keep you all in." He leaned his head back against the stall wall, feeling the cold tiles against the back of his neck. It was so quiet, he could hear every little movement from the guys inside, and it seemed way louder than it should.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down through the stall divider. His eyes shot open, and he froze. Someone was there? He hadn't noticed anyone coming in—he would've heard the door open, right? The sound of someone peeing was next, and Evan's cheeks went red. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he mumbled. "Why now?"
He took a deep breath and stood, trying to ignore the squirms from his team. He tucked himself back into his shorts, making sure the bulges were hidden, and opened the stall door. The bathroom was still empty, but there was someone at the sink washing their hands. He took a step out and leaned against the stall door, trying to play it cool. "Hey," he called out. "You didn't happen to hear anything weird in here, did you?"
The guy glanced up, water dripping from his hands, and shot Evan a confused look. "Weird? Like what?" It was obvious he was lying, and Evan could practically read it on his face.
Without another word, Evan stepped closer, his hand glowing briefly. The man's eyes went wide as he began to shrink, his clothes pooling around him like a puddle. "What the hell are you doing?!" He shrieked, his voice pitching up as he shrank to the size of a small action figure.
Evan smirked, squeezing the man's waist. "You heard too much," he murmured, "and now you're coming with us. Welcome to the team." Before the guy could protest, he unzipped his shorts, his cock pulsing and thick with arousal. Evan quickly picked him up and held him at the entrance of his cock, which was already stretched from swallowing his teammates. The man tried to kick and fight, but his little fists couldn't break Evan's strong hold.
It was a struggle, but Evan finally got the man's head through the tight opening of his junk. The man's eyes went wide as he was sucked in, his little legs kicking wildly. "Hold still," Evan said quietly, “I don't want to rip you apart.” He sounded weirdly calm, all things considered. With a pop, the man's head vanished, his neck disappearing into Evan's thick shaft. The rest of the guy went in fast, his body stretching and squishing into the warm, wet space.
Just as Evan was about to pull his zipper up, the restroom door swung open and in walked a young guy, probably in his early twenties, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He was blond, blue-eyed, and had a jawline that could cut glass. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Evan with his cock out, and the little man's legs sticking out of his underwear. "What the fuck?!" He yelled, dropping his bag in shock.
Evan sighed, his hand glowing once more. “It's not what it looks like,” he said, trying to sound calm as the stranger started shrinking. The blond guy's eyes widened as he understood what was happening. “But now you're about to see for yourself,” Evan said, smirking.
The guy in his hand wiggled as he shrank down smaller and smaller. His eyes were full of terror, but there was also something. Evan couldn’t tell, but he didn’t have to think about it, though. He had a flight to catch Japan without being caught red-handed. The blond was barely the size of his thumb when Evan brought him closer to the gaping entrance of his cock. "You’re gonna want to hold your breath," he warned, and before the little man could react, he shoved him inside.
Evan tugged at his shorts and immediately noticed the extra weight. His balls felt like they were about to burst —the team, that airport guy, and now this blond guy all squirming inside him. He patted his bulging crotch, the fabric stretched tight. “Shit,” he muttered. “How am I supposed to explain this to the coach?” He could already hear the lecture in his head: “I told you to stay out of trouble, Evan!” But what choice did he have? They’d heard everything. It was either this or risk the whole trip.
The departure lounge was loud with boarding announcements. Evan rushed to his gate, , the new additions inside him making every step awkward. He could feel them moving around, bumping into each other, fighting for room. His dick throbbed with each step, and he bit his lip hard. *Don’t cum. Not here. Not yet. * He stared at the gate agent's bored face as she scanned his boarding pass. “Seat 24B,” she said, barely looking up. Evan nodded, glad she didn’t see his bulging shorts.
Inside the plane, Evan squeezed past the passengers to his window seat. He shoved his backpack under the seat in front of him and buckled in. The cabin was freezing, but he was sweating. He stretched his legs out, trying to get comfier, and felt the team move inside him. A muffled voice came from below. “Evan, you asshole! Who else did you swallow?” It was Mark, yelling loud enough to make Evan blush. He put his hand over his crotch, acting like he was adjusting himself. “Quiet in there,” he hissed under his breath. “Or I’ll make it even tighter.”
The engines roared to life, and the plane started to taxi. Evan leaned back, his swollen balls pressing hard against the seat. He closed his eyes, imagining what was going on inside him. The new guys were probably freaking out, bumping into his teammates in the cramped, dark space. He smirked. They’d better get used to it. The flight was thirteen hours long. He shifted again, the fabric of his shorts rubbing against his sensitive skin. A low groan escaped him as someone inside kicked hard. “Seriously?” he whispered. “Knock it off or I’ll have fun with you.”
Just as he was about to relax in his seat, he felt another kick, harder than the previous time. "Okay, that's it. You guys asked for it!" Evan unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, grabbing the tiny drawstring bag he’d tucked under his seat. Then he stood up and made his way down the narrow aisle to the small toilet cabin, ignoring all the stares. The bathroom signs glowed red. He knocked on the door and waited for the sound of the flush and the click of a lock and then went inside. There was barely any space to move, and the place reeked of cleaning supplies and air freshener. In the bag held the essentials things like lube, an extra tight boxer briefs, and a small, vibrating toy he kept for times like these. He dropped the bag on the sink and pulled his shorts down, revealing the thick, heavy bulge in his briefs. The bulge was even more massive now. “Alright, troublemakers,” he said in a rough tone. “Time for some discipline.”
He pulled out small vibrator from the bag, turned it on low. He pressed it against the outside of his underwear, right over the thickest part of his bulge. The vibrations went deep, making the entire team jump and squirm inside. He heard muffled screams and shouts, some were angry, some were moaning. Evan leaned against the sink, biting his lip as he watched the bulge move under the fabric. He slid the toy lower, pressing it firmly against his balls. The sensation made him groan softly. “Yeah, feel that?” he whispered to them. “This is what you get when you can’t behave.” The vibrations intensified, and he felt the team scrambling against the walls of his sack, trapped and helpless.
He pressed the toy firmly into position, letting it run at full speed. Sweat collected on his forehead as he stared down, watching the wild movement beneath his shorts. The muffled noises got louder and more panicked. Some of them were definitely not having a great time in there. Evan smirked, imagining their faces pressed against the hot, slick walls. He then switched the toy off suddenly. Silence fell inside him. His heavy breathing was the only sound, aside from the low, distant rumble of the plane. He reached down to cup his balls, feeling how impossibly full they were. “Lesson learned yet?” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. He could feel their exhaustion flowing into him, like they were all giving up.
There was a firm knock at the door, making it tremble slightly. “Sir?” The flight attendant’s voice was polite, but unmistakably tense. “Are you almost done? There’s a line forming.” Evan cursed under his breath. He shoved the toy into his bag and yanked up his shorts. The bulge looked crazy, stretching the material. He took a deep breath, trying to get it together before opening the door. He stepped out, avoiding eye contact with the impatient faces waiting. The attendant eyed his crotch, but didn't say anything when he squeezed by. He felt every step as he walked back to his seat, the team inside him shifting sluggishly. He sat down and buckled up. The flight attendant announced they were at cruising altitude. Evan closed his eyes, exhaustion washing over him. The engine hum was relaxing. He quickly drifted off.
Inside his scrotum, the newcomers were in full-blown panic. "Where the hell are we?" The blond guy yelled. "It's dark! And sticky! And... crowded!" Someone shoved him. "Shut up!" Mark snapped. "You're making it worse!" Mikey sighed. "Welcome to VIP seats. I would recommend not to touch the walls too much." The blond guy groaned. "Is that... sweat?" Brad piped up. "No, what do you think is inside a nutsack!? Just relax. It's not like we are in danger or anything." The man Evan swallowed first whimpered. "How do we get out?" Mikey chuckled darkly. "You don't. At least not until Japan. And Evan decides." Silence fell, thick and uncomfortable. The blond guy shifted, bumping into someone. "Sorry," he mumbled. Brad sighed. "Just... try not to move."
The plane landed before Evan knew it. He woke with a jolt. Sunlight was beaming through the window, blinding him for a sec. He blinked, feeling totally out of it. Did he seriously sleep for thirteen freakin' hours? He felt heavy, his balls ached, and his throat was dry. A cheer came from his crotch, the trapped team happy the flight had ended. “Finally!” someone yelled, sounding distorted but loud. Evan shifted in his seat, wincing as he pressed his swollen package against the seatbelt. The cabin lights came on, and that chime let everyone know it was okay to unbuckle. People were stretching and grabbing their bags, ready to get off the plane.
Evan stood up slowly. His legs felt stiff, and his crotch felt like it weighed a ton. He grabbed his backpack from under the seat and slung it over his shoulder. He had to get off this plane and into a bathroom ASAP. The team inside him was going nuts—shouting, pushing, kicking. He could feel their pent-up energy. He shuffled down the aisle, trying to ignore the weird looks people gave his bulging shorts. His face was hot. He just needed a minute alone to deal with this mess.
He got to his feet, moving slow because his legs were so stiff. He grabbed his bag and headed into the aisle. The flight attendant by the door gave him a small smile and said, “Welcome to Japan.” For a second, her eyes went down to his crotch. Evan just nodded, his face getting hot, and walked past her. He went straight to the arrivals hall. The airport was enormous, with all this glass and metal, and filled with people talking in a language he didn’t understand. Signs were everywhere. He had to find where the train station. But first? He needed to use the bathroom. Badly!
He hurried to the toilet, pushing past the crowd. It was clean inside and smelled like lemons. He went to the last stall and locked it. He pulled down his pants and underwear. His balls were huge, tight and swollen. He could see the shapes of his teammates pushing against his skin. They were all moving, trying to get comfy. “Okay, guys,” he said, his voice a bit rough. “We're in Japan. Time to come out.” He leaned back against the cool wall, waiting. Nothing. He was annoyed. “Seriously? After all that, you don't want to leave?” He gave his sac a little shake. That got them going.
He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft. He started slow with just a few strokes. He could feel them all packed inside, squirming. It felt amazing, the pressure building. He groaned softly. He sped up, his hand moving faster. “Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured. He could feel every little movement inside him now. His balls tightened. He was close. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation. Then, with a gasp, he came. The first one out was Mikey, gasping for air. “Fresh air”! he coughed. Evan grinned. “Missed me already?” Mikey just glared but didn't say anything. One by one, they slid out. Mark, the airport guy, and then the rest of the team. They were all sweaty and slick, one after another, landing wet and sticky on the toilet seat. They were tiny, covered in white goo. They coughed and sputtered, trying to wipe the mess off their faces. Evan looked down at them, breathing hard. “Welcome to Japan, guys.”
Speaking of the different Macro websites that are trying to fill the whole left by coiledfist, which one is Rusalko on?
He was the writer responsible to the “asshole Andy” stories. He also dabbled in v,ore from time to time and I’m kinda wondering if he is on either one of those previously mentioned sites.
I haven’t really read his stuff before, but I took a quick look on DiMENsion and saw someone with the username "Rusalko". It could be the same person, though I’m not entirely sure.
Summary: After a year of rising costs, the college football team couldn’t fund their annual trip. Just when it seemed impossible, Evan, the team’s captain, thought of a creative solution that made it happen ... Though not in the usual way
"Alright, guys, gather around," coach Thompson boomed, his deep voice echoing off the locker room's cold tiles. The 13 naked figures, no larger than action figures, shuffled closer to him on the bench. Each of them had a look of uncertainty, except for Evan. He was the only one who hadn't been zipped into the shrinking pod. He was the team's quarterback, and now, the only full-sized person in the room.
"As everyone knows," the coach began, rubbing his hands together, "we're in a tight spot financially this year. All that gear you've been smashing up hasn't come cheap." The teammates glanced at each other, a silent 'who me?' passing among them. "So, we can only afford one ticket to Japan. But don't panic, sissies! Your captain, Evan, here has come up with a plan." The coach nodded towards the young man.
Evan stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thanks, coach," he said, his eyes flicking over his now miniature team. "You see, I've got this one-way ticket to Japan, but I'm not going alone." The room buzzed with whispers as the tiny players tried to grasp the absurdity of the situation. "You're all coming with me," he announced, patting his stomach. "In a manner of speaking."
"I've made a deal with the members of the board," Evan explained, his voice steady and confident. "They've agreed to let me... well, let's just say I'm going to be the one carrying y’all to Japan." The players looked at each other, their expressions ranging from shock to disbelief. "And" he raised a finger, "here is a deal. I get the permission to decide where each of you spends the trip." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "So, any volunteers?"
After a brief moment of silence, Mark, the team's wide receiver, raised his hand. "Coach, can I, uh, stay in Evan's pocket instead?" He squeaked out, his face reddening as the other guys snickered. "I, uh, I don't wanna be all... squished inside. I’m little bit claustrophobic."
Evan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't worry, bud," he said, patting his flat abdomen. "You won't even cause a bulge if I decide to swallow you all here and now." The room grew quieter as the rest tried to process Evan's words, letting them sink in. He bent down to look Mark in the eye. "But here is what you are going to do. You go in my stomach willingly like a good boy, or would you rather stay in the VIP rooms?"
The VIP room was, obviously, his balls. He cupped them in his palm, giving them a gentle squeeze, and the rest of players' faces turned a variety of colours. Some looked shocked, others horrified, but none of them could argue with the logic. It was clear now where Evan had drawn the line for his little game. "Now, now," he said, raising his hands to calm the murmur. "No need to get your panties in a bunch. I promise it'll be a smooth ride."
"That's kind of gay, dude," said Brad, the burly linebacker with discomfort in his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, which was now only a few inches wide. Evan just chuckled. "Well, Brad, you know what they say," he replied, leaning in conspiratorially. "It’s not too gay to kiss homies goodnight, therefore travelling inside a bro shouldn't make you gay. But, if it really bothers you that much, Brad," he offered with a cheeky grin, "I can swallow you last." The team exchanged looks of laughter and some even wolf whistle, and Brad's cheeks flamed even redder."
"Alright, alright," Brad finally spoke up, "fuck it, Evan. You win. I don't care anymore, just swallow me and get it over with." He took a deep breath and stepped up onto the bench. Evan lowered his head to the same level as his shrunken team members, opened his mouth wide, and without any hesitation, Brad jumped in. He landed with a soft 'plop' on Evan's tongue. Evan's tongue wrapped around Brad's body, coating him in saliva as he rolled him around playfully. He took his time, savouring the moment as he tried to get every bit of flavour out of Brad’s tiny body. Brad's underwear was quickly soaked through with spit as Evan's tongue explored every inch of his muscular form. The taste was a mix of sweat, and somehow sweet flavour like marinated chicken.
There was a moment of silence as everyone watched Mark's tiny body disappear behind their captain’s lip. Evan then swallowed with a smack of his lips, and Mark was gone. He made sure to wait for a moment to ensure Brad was all the way down before turning to the next player. "Good boy, Brad. Who's next?" Evan said, patting his stomach. "It's just like going down a slide. Just keep your arms and legs inside until we get to Japan.
The rest of the team looked at each other nervously. No one wanted to be the next, but the alternative was even less appealing (for some of them). "Okay, let's make things easier for me," Evan said. "Stand on the left if you want to go down my throat and be my little stomach passengers, and on the right if you want to go to the VIP rooms." He pointed to his left with his thumb and then to his crotch, where his semi-hard cock was waiting. "Don't get me wrong, I can fit you all behind my abs," he said with a hungry grin, "but I'm not a fucking circus act. Travelling on a 15-hour plane with a full stomach is not comfortable for me or for you all."
"That's just an excuse for you to stuff us down your groin," one of the guys muttered under his breath, earning a snicker from the group. Evan smirked even wider. "Well, if you want to think of it that way, sure. You are not entirely wrong … But let me tell you," he lowered his head closer, whispering to his team members, "it's going to be a tight squeeze, and it'll be hot and sticky in there," his finger traced the head of his erect cock, "and you're going all the way," he continued, sliding it down to his balls. "You're gonna start right here," his thumb circled the tip of his cock, "and make your way down to the VIP suite," his finger now pointing at his testicles, "where I'll enjoy having you all snug in my big sack."
Mikey, the team's nimble halfback, took a step forward, his face flushing slightly. "Why don't we make it a bet?" He suggested, breaking the awkward silence. "Otherwise, we're gonna be here all night deciding who goes where." The room grew quiet again. "If Evan can get the rest of us down his you know …. without," he cleared his throat, "without cumming, then he gets to keep us down their until we arrive in Japan. But if he fails, we get to use him however we want for a full day EACH after we get to Japan. In our size, of course," he added, looking around the room. "What do you say, Evan?"
Evan raised both his eyebrows, liking the proposal very much. "Alright," he agreed with a grin, his eyes flicking over to the coach for a moment. "But if I get you all down without blowing my load," he paused, his expression turning serious, "you all have to stay an extra day longer. No complaining, no fighting. You're all mine for two whole days. Understood?" The team murmured their agreement, some more enthusiastically than others.
Mikey took another step forward. "Deal!" He spoke. "I'm going to enjoy having you in my cock after winning the bet," he smirked, trying to rile Evan up. Evan's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "You think you can handle this, Mikey?" He took a step closer, his hand now stroking his cock, which was now fully erect. "Because I can guarantee you, I'll enjoy having you all snug and warm inside me."
Without wasting another second, Evan stepped up close—his thick erection already pressed forward, hot and heavy in front of Mikey. Mikey stood frozen on the bench, breath hitching as he stared at it. His eyes were wide. Scared? Yeah. But also… turned on? “J-just don’t crush us, okay?” He joked.
Evan chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, little Mikey,” he purred. “This cock was made for swallowing tinies like you whole… and pounding my boyfriend’s tight ass.” He shifted slightly forward, his cock merely a few inches away from Mikey.
Mikey gulped, the heat and musk of his cockslit washing over Mikey.
“Go ahead,” Evan murmured, voice low and hungry this time. No jokes left now. “Get on board.”
Mikey sucked in a sharp breath, heart hammering. "I'm gonna regret this," he muttered under his breath, "but... here goes nothing."
Then he jumped.
The second his small body hit the tip of Evan’s cock, the tip of Evan’s cock swallowed him instantly, hot and yielding, like diving into thick velvet. Down he slid, seamless and slick, the shaft clamping gently but firmly as it drew his tiny body deeper. His legs kicked once, twice—then vanished beneath the surface.
Inside, it was tight. Pulsing. Alive.
Walls flexed around his shrinking body, soft muscle rippling in slow waves that squeezed and released as he sank deeper. Each contraction tugged him further in, drawing him toward his captain's precious family jewels, or, in his case. Soon to be his temporary 'VIP' suite.
Evan stared, his heart pounding, as Mikey’s legs vanished completely—just a thick bulge now near the base of his cock. A shiver ran through him. He couldn’t stop himself from flexing, just slightly, watching the lump shift and ripple under his skin like something alive.
A low groan slipped out—deeper than he meant it to.
“Mmmmhh, F-Fuckk!”
He didn’t care.
Let them watch.
Soon it will be their turn too …
Evan closed his eyes, savouring the sensations coursing through his body. He was torn between wanting to savour the moment and wanting to just give in, let himself be lost in the overwhelming sensations. But he couldn't, not yet. He had to hold off until he'd packed every one of his team inside his balls.
"Just a little bit," he muttered to himself. "Almost..."
He took a deep breath, his gut clenching as another wave of pleasure hit him. It was intense. He couldn't help but moan. The pressure was almost unbearable, and he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling as he tried not to lose it.
"Not... not yet..." he gasped, his chest heaving with the effort of resisting the mounting pleasure. "Just... hold on...."
Mikey wasn’t just going to make it easy for Evan. He was moving on his own, wriggling and squirming through the narrow, hitting every sensitive spot he could. It took effort, but he pushed forward until finally, with a soft pop, he slipped into the warm, cushioned space of Evan’s left testicle.
The second he landed inside, Evan gasped eyes fluttering shut as a deep shiver ran through him. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden rush of sensation. His hand instinctively grabbed his shaft without thinking—gripping tight to hold back what nearly spilled over.
“Damn it… you are making it harder for me than it needs to be,” he muttered under his breath.
Mikey, now nestled inside Evan’s left nut, took a moment to look around. It was like he’d landed in a sticky, warm cavern The walls were alive, pulsing around him, and a thick, sticky liquid coated his legs, almost to his knees. Not exactly the most comfortable place he'd ever been. "Gross," he said, trying to wipe the sticky fluid off his hands. "Everything's so slimy in here..."
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Mikey froze, this wasn’t what he expected at all. The space stretched more than he could’ve guessed, wide and softly pulsing, almost like an open chamber. A slow realization hit him that maybe, just maybe, everyone might actually fit in here. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself. “I thought I’d be packed in like sardines—but this? This is… weirdly cosy.” He shook his head, looking down at himself before muttering under his breath, “Fuckk, How the hell does Evan have nuts this huge?”
**Back Outside**
Evan was breathing heavily, his hand moving in a slow, steady motion on his cock. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to ignore the movement from Mikey from within. With both his hands, he stroked his cock faster and harder, feeling the pleasure building up quickly. He was so close to release all his load, but he barely able to stop himself. He glanced down and grinned, seeing his teammates watching stroke his cock. “I told you guys, it’s gonna be a tight squeeze,” he said, his voice low and teasing. He couldn’t resist giving his balls a gentle squeeze, feeling Mikey shift inside.
The teammates looked at each other. They knew what was coming next, but they'd rather wait for anything to happen or for someone else to take the initiative than themselves. Who would be brave enough to jump in after Mikey? The coach cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Alright, let's keep this moving," he said gruffly. "We've got a plane to catch."
Evan took the hint and decided to make it easier for his teammates. He knelt on the cold floor, placing his cock against the edge of the bench. "How about this?" he said with a cheeky smile, "just stick your legs in, and I and the gravity will the work for you." The head of his erect member was now at eye level with the shrunken players, and gravity would do most of the work. They'd just have to insert their legs and let themselves slide down. "It'll be like sliding into home base."
One by one, they stepped up to the bench. Some looked more nervous than others, but they all had the same start waiting for them—the gaping cockslit of their quarterback. They all knew it was going to be a tight fit, but a bet is a bet, and you always have to stick to it — that's the rule. With a deep breath, the first person began to lower his legs into Evan's cock. The first few inches were easy, the slit was wide and inviting. But as he went deeper, it began to narrow, and the soft wall squeezed around him tightly.
"Wait a second, can we take this slowly?" The guy called out, his voice muffled by the thickness of the cock around him. But Evan's eyes remained locked on his cock, stroking it gently. "Nope, sorry bud," He replied, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "Once you're in, you're going all the way." And with that, he gave a quick shove, and the rest of the player slipped into the warm, pulsing tunnel of his shaft.
One by one, they disappeared into his body, each one causing his cock to swell a bit more until he had a series of small, tight bulges from his glans down to his balls. The sensation was overwhelming, and Evan had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. The sight of his cock growing fatter and thicker with each teammate that vanished into it was too much to handle. "Come on, guys," He panted, "Don't hold back, I want to feel all of you." His eyes rolled back into his head as half of the team already disappeared into his unsating hungry cock.
"Getting packed down there, huh?" one of the remaining guys joked guys with a smirk, already perched at the tip with a cocky grin. His legs straddled the swollen head, and he gave a gentle tap with his foot—just enough to make Evan twitch. This sent shiver down Evan’s spine. "You sure, you really gonna fit the rest of us? Or did you bite off more than you can chew?"
A low, rough chuckle escaped Evan’s throat. He didn’t flinch—but stared back with half-lidded eyes with hunger like a predator looking at its tasty prey. His lips curled into a smirk that wasn’t quite the friendly one. "You keep teasing," he said, giving his balls a squeeze. "It just makes my cock even hungrier."
The guy’s smirk wavered. "Okay, okay," he said, "I'm going in." He took a deep breath and jumped, sliding down the same way Mikey did. The cock took him in with ease, swallowing him whole until he too was a bulge in Evan’s cock.
Evan groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "So good," he murmured. "But I want more." He looked at the remaining players, his cock pulsing with excitement. "Who's next?"
Back within Evan's sack, it began to feel tight. Not overly so—just crowded and warm, like a living thing. The team members, now nothing more than small bulges in Evan's tightened scrotum, shifted uncomfortably as they felt their captain's arousal grow with every new addition.
"Jesus, this is getting really tight in here," one of them grumbled, trying to adjust himself. "It’s freaking hot in here like a damn sauna and I don't think I can take much more."
"You said that like ten minutes ago," another retorted, shifting awkwardly. "Can you just sit still for once? You're so fucking annoying. Just try and relax."
"Relax?" The first one echoed, his voice filled with sarcasm. "How the fuck am I supposed to relax when I'm about to be squeezed inside a giant nut for the next fifteen hours?"
Their bickering stopped dead when they all felt it — a sudden shift, a soft squeeze from outside. Evan’s thumb was tracing the swollen bulge where felt the sudden fierce movement within. A low groan echoed above them. "Guys, seriously," he managed to say through gritted teeth, "cut it out with the squirming. I swear to God, you guys... if you don't stop moving around, I'm gonna… wear a freaking brief … and we will see if you guys still have room to move or not"
The remaining guys looked at each other, concerned. "Are you alright dude?" one of them asked tentatively.
"Y-yeah," Evan panted. "Just... just give me a minute here." He gave his member a squeeze, holding back a moan. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer—his body was begging for release. "Alright," he announced, his voice tight with control. "I'll just grab the rest of you guys."
He started with the small one, thinking it would be easier than those big guys with broad shoulders. One after another, he lifted them up and slid them into his cock. They went in easy, no problem at all, just slipping into the wet warmth. It was like a carnival game of 'How Many Can You Fit?', but with his own teammates. Instead of winning a prize, he got his whole team to himself for two days.
The last remaining paused for a second, staring at each other then at the huge cock in from of them. It looked an endless pit—like going into a dark tunnel with no exit. “One... two... three!” One of them said quietly and jumped together at the same time. In an instant, Evan’s cock sucked them down. The tip of his cock moved from the extra weight, it felt warm and full. He let out a low groan, grip tightening on himself as the pressure built to the next level. “Yeah,” he panted, his chest rising and falling fast quickly. "I have you all in now…” He stood there for a second, staring at his swollen shaft and balls—his team was really … inside him. Swallowed whole ... All of Them. "Alright," he muttered, adjusting himself like nothing happened. "Time to hit the airport." As if carrying his whole team in his nutsack was totally normal like an everyday activity.
Have you been on outsized.social? I’ve been looking for a review on that website after the shut down of coiled fist but I couldn’t find anything.
I'm not particularly active on Outsized, but rather on DIMENsion. The site, in my opinion, is more user-friendly, with a better search menu for finding stories.
After a year of working with Quest5, I decided to create a new interactive game in Twine, because I believe Twine is more efficient for people like me with less knowledge of programming. (Personally, I think the game in Quest5 is a little sloppy right now.)
The reason for the program change isn't other than the inconvenience when you want to play the game on your mobile phone. I believe everyone who has played it on the web version has had a similar experience, and I understand how frustrating that may be since I am no exception. Therefore for that, I decided to move on to Twine once more.
May I introduce you to "Shrink at your own risk"!
Shrink at your own risk
is a Vore game mainly about ''Cock Vore'' and ''Oral Vore''.
This game is all about macro/micro so you won't find anything with same size here. All the characters are male. In case you don't feel comfortable with the subject matter. I strongly advise you to leave the page now, or if you do stay and play it out. Then enjoy!
The game is far from done, and there will be further updates in the future!
You can find the game here in the link:
If you wish to support, you can receive benefits such as early access, voting and a walkthrough.
https://www.patreon.com/Save49
I haven't posted an update for the game on Tumblr in a while, so here are a few updates and for anyone who are interested in the previous update. You may reach me via Eka.
This is a larger update than I usually do in the past couple of months.
You can now experience OV, AV and CV with Mike as your pred. The sequence is triggered when you enter his room on the second story of your house. To enter the room, you must first knock on the door. Once the door is unlocked, you can open it. Following that, use the east arrow to enter the room.
A new character: A security guard could be spotted at the school's gate. The scene with you and the guard shows the player as a bystander and the guard as a pred for oral and cock vore. However, you must first shrink the thugs in Park Avenue and deliver them to the guard, which requires you to use your shrink ray.
The final major update includes a new item on your nightstand. A smartphone can be found near the shrink-ray. With your mobile phone, you can access dating apps that you haven't used in a long time, yet you swiftly match with three guys who pique your interest.
And that concludes all of the main changes. The following are some of the medium and minor changes to the game.
More texts added for when you are inside Jake & Mike
Ethan & Harry is disabled for the time being
Added more hyperlinks for the convenience of the player
And some errors have been fixed as well
You can find the web version of the game here below in the link:
https://textadventures.co.uk/games/.....e-of-a-student
or you can download the game, but you can only play it on Quest5.
If you wish to support, you can receive benefits such as early access, voting and a walkthrough.
https://www.patreon.com/Save49
The scenario begins with Mike, a popular streamer, sitting in front of his computer, his normally fit and toned body like usual. Mike is about to go live on his exclusive Vore stream, where he usually engages in oral vore with the various shrinkees he catches. Today, however, Mike has something different in mind. He decides to offer his viewers a special treat: a game of Vore roulette. The rules are simple - Mike will place five different types of shrinkees in front of him, and his viewers can donate 100 euro and then he will spin the roulette. The catch? Each type of shrinkee has its own unique method of vore: oral vore, cock vore, and anal vore. The options that were added made the fans go wild. The anticipation is palpable as Mike goes live, and his fans eagerly begin donating to influence the outcome of the game.
“Howdy everyone, like usual. My name is Mike, your favourite Vore streamer and today I have another Vore livestream for you all but we will do something more different than usual. Well for my lovely fans, may I present to you here a roulette in which I will roll, depending on the amount of the donation. And the roulette will decide what I will do with our 20 shrinkees I caught for my fans to witness their fate. Let's see what we have here...” He starts showing the three options on the roulette: Oral, Cock, Anal. Now, without further ado, let's start the show! “He winks at the camera before waiting for the first donation to roll in.”
Oh and before I forget, I would like to introduce my boyfriend, Han, who will be joining us for tonight's special stream. He's agreed to be our special guest tonight and also help me make sure I eat all my shrinkees! Isn't that right, Han?” He kisses his boyfriend's cheek and Han blushes a bit, nodding shyly* Now, with that out of the way, let's get the first donation rolling in and see what our lucky fan has chosen for us!
"Wow, that was fast! Already got our first 100 euros donation! Thank you so much, anon!" He kisses his fingers and blows a kiss in the direction of the screen "Okay, let's see what our first choice is..." He spins the wheel, the sound of the plastic on wood echoing through the room as it comes to a stop "Looks like our first spin went to the Oral option! Good choice!" He grins, picking up one of the shrinkees from the table and opening its mouth, guiding his own in "Ahhh... That's the stuff..."
He moans as he begins to feed the first shrinkee into his mouth, the tiny figure disappearing as he swallows "You taste so good... Now, let's move on with the next one, should we? "He starts to massage his stomach, encouraging the shrinkee to struggle further”
"Oh, another 100 euros donation? Well, well, well... It seems like our viewers are eager to see what we'll be doing next!" He winks as he spins the wheel again "And it looks like we've got another Oral option for us!" He chuckles, selecting another shrinkee from the table "Well, who's ready to go into a tummy of your favourite Vore streamer?" He teases, making a rumbling noise as he pretends to be hungry.
Mike picks up the second shrinkee and places it against his lips, opening his mouth and pushing the tiny figure inside. He moans as it slides down his throat, enjoying the sensation of the struggling body disappearing into his welcoming stomach "That's better... Two down! Many to go"
Han, sitting on the couch nearby, is enjoying the show. He watches Mike with a mix of fascination and arousal. "You really are something else," he whispers, reaching over to stroke Mike's abs. "I can't believe how many people must watch you."
Mike lets out a contented sigh as he feels Han's hand on his stomach, the touch sending pleasant tingles through his body. He turns his head to look at Han with a grin "Well, I try my best, don't I?" He winks before spinning the wheel again, "And it seems like another Oral option has been chosen for us!" He picks up the third shrinkee and brings it close to his lips, opening his mouth.
"Here comes another tasty morsel..." He moans as he pushes the struggling figure into his mouth, swallowing it whole. He leans back against Han, enjoying the sensation of his warm body and the aftertaste of the shrinkees on his tongue. "I wish the wheel would land on something else... I'm getting kinda bored of just swallowing them." He pouts, playfully.
Han chuckles and plants a soft kiss on Mike's lips. "Maybe next time, hmm?" He teases, then glances at the screen. "Looks like we have another donation! A hundred euros this time." He grins, then nudges Mike. "You know what that means..." He winks.
Mike grins back at Han, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh yeah?" He asks innocently. "And what does that mean, my dear?" He pretends to be confused, but his heart rate quickens nonetheless.
"Well," Han begins, running a hand through Mike's hair, "it means we get to spin the wheel again, and maybe this time, it will land on something new for you to try."
Mike's heart skips a beat at the thought of trying something new. "Something... different?" He asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He spins the wheel, watching the arrow slowly come to a stop on a new option: Cock vore.
Mike lets out a low groan as he realizes what the option means. "Ohhh... Looks like it's time to get a little more adventurous." He picks up the shrinkee with his free hand, positioning it at the head of his cock. "Here you go, little guy..." He grinds his hips down, guiding the struggling figure toward his erection. "Let's see how you like this..."
With a wet squish, the shrinkee is engulfed by Mike's throbbing member. He moans loudly, arching his back as the sensation of the struggling figure inside him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. "Oh fuck... This feels so good..." He looks at Han, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Do you like it?"
Han can't help but smile as he watches Mike get lost in the sensation of the shrinkee traversing down his loin. He leans forward, kissing Mike deeply before pulling back to whisper, "I love it." His hand finds its way to Mike's growing erection, stroking it gently through the fabric of his pants. "Maybe next time," he purrs, "I could be the one inside you..."
The mention of Han being inside him sends a shiver down Mike's spine. He gasps, his hips bucking against Han's hand. "Oh God, that would be incredible..." He moans, his body tensing as another orgasm begins to build inside him. The sensation of the struggling figure inside him combined with Han's touch is too much.
Mike's gasping moans fill the air as he gets lost in the sensation of the struggling figure trapped inside his cock. Han can feel Mike's erection growing harder beneath his hand, and he knows that the younger man is close to release. But he can't let Mike cum just yet. There are still many shrinkees left to go, and he wants this to last.
Mike bites his lip, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He knows that Han and his fan want this to last, and he's determined to not fail their expectation. With each thrust of his hips, he can feel the shrinkee squirming inside him, adding to the exquisite sensation coursing through his veins. His cock is so close to exploding, but he refuses to give in until the very end of his stream.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the last part of the shrinkee slips past Mike's fingers and drops into the waiting container. With a satisfied smile, he cupped his balls and held them up for Han to see. "There we go, all done." He breathes heavily, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "That was... intense."
"Indeed, that was intense," Han agrees, eyes sparkling with mischief. "But our show must go on! Someone has just donated 500 euros for you to cock voring five more shrinkees!" He reaches into the box full of shrinkees for tonight and pulls out another handful of the tiny creatures. "Here, my love, have these."
Mike takes the new handful of shrinkees from Han, his heart racing with anticipation. "Five more?" He asks, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice. He looks at the first shrinkee in the pile and sighs. "Guess it's time to get back to work." He picks up the tiny figure and positions it at the head of his cock, preparing himself for another round of cock voring.
As he slides the first shrinkee inside him, he can't help but moan at the sensation of having the tiny figure squirming inside him. He glances over at Han, who's watching him intently and feels a wave of heat spread through his body. "Ready for more?" Han asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mike takes another shrinkee and begins to stroke himself, lining up the tiny figure with his erection. With a grunt, he pushes it inside himself, feeling the warmth of the shrinkee skin. He closes his eyes, savouring the feeling of the struggling figure inside him, and begins to thrust his hips, driving the shrinkee deeper into his body.
As Mike begins to work himself into a rhythm, he can't help but glance down at his crotch, admiring the sight of his balls full of squirming shrinkees. The sight of them struggling to break free from his grip only serves to heighten his arousal. He can feel another orgasm building inside him, and he knows that he needs to last longer. He reaches down and cups both his balls, gently stroking them.
Mike: Mike takes the third shrinkee and gently positions it at the tip of his cock. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the sensation of another tiny figure wriggling inside him. With a sharp thrust, he pushes the shrinkee inside, feeling it slip past his fingers with ease. He begins to move his hips, lost in the sensation of the shrinkees inside him, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
As he thrusts deeper into the bed, Mike can feel the third shrinkee joining the first one in his left ball. It's a strange sensation, but an exquisitely erotic one. He can feel the shrinkees squirming against each other, their tiny bodies pressed against his skin. His balls feel fuller than ever before, and it's driving him wild. With each thrust, he can feel the shrinkees moving against him, adding to the pleasure that's building inside him. He knows he can't hold out much longer.
Mike picks up the last two shrinkees, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He lines up the first one with his cock and pushes it inside, feeling the warmth of the shrinkee skin against his skin. He can feel the shrinkee wriggling inside him, adding to the incredible sensation coursing through his veins. His cock is so close to exploding.
With a final thrust, Mike pushes the last shrinkee into his right ball. He gasps for air, his body tensing as the last bit of control slips away from him. A wave of pleasure washes over him, and he comes hard, his body convulsing with each orgasmic spurt. His balls empty in a hot, wet rush, releasing a load of semen into the bed. As he collapses onto the mattress, panting heavily, he can feel the shrinkees still squirming inside him, their tiny bodies adding a unique sensation to the afterglow.
Mike looks up at Han, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. "That... was amazing." He whispers, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I think I could get used to that." He reaches over to grab another handful of shrinkees, already anticipating the next round of cock voring.
Han watches Mike's reactions with growing interest, his own arousal beginning to peak as well. "That was just the warm-up, my sweet. There's plenty more." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Mike's ear. "But remember, we've got rules. No more until the donations come in and the roulette wheel spins."
Mike groans, his body still quivering with pleasure. "Fine," he says, finally catching his breath. "But can we at least... I don't know, play with them a little while we wait?" He reaches over, his fingers once again caressing the tiny figures. "They're just so cute and squishy... I can't help myself."
"Well, that won't be needed. It seems your fans have been very generous while we were enjoying ourselves." Han glances down at the shrinkees in Mike's hand, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "They just donated another 500 euros! That means we can roll the wheel now." He spins the wheel, waiting for the arrow to land on which vore type they will get. When it finally stops, the needle lands on the oral multiple. "That's lucky for you, Mike. You get to eat five more shrinkees to add to your endless pit."
Mike's grin grows wider as he takes the five shrinkees and begins to line them up in front of him. His hands tremble with anticipation as he prepares to take them into his mouth, knowing that each one will add another layer of pleasure to the sensations already coursing through his body. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens his mouth wide, stuffing the first two shrinkees inside.
The sensation of the tiny figures wriggling against his tongue and palate is almost unbearably erotic, and he can feel himself growing harder once more. He takes another shrinkee and pushes it deeper into his mouth, feeling the soft, squishy body stretching his lips and tongue. He moans around the shrinkee, the vibrations adding to the intense pleasure building inside him.
He takes one more shrinkee, this time forcing it past his lips and into his throat. He can feel the warmth of it traveling to his stomach and experiencing an amazing sensation as the tiny figure slides down his throat. He swallows, savouring the last bit of the squishy toy before pulling back, and breathing heavily.
"Burp!!" he pants, looking up at Han with a mixture of lust and awe. "I can't get enough of this." He reaches out, taking another handful of shrinkees, eager for more of the incredible sensations they bring. "How many more can I have?" he asks, not wanting this incredible experience to end anytime soon.
“Two more for now, but it seems your fans have been eager to see what you are going to do next to the rest of the shrinkees. They just donated another 200 euros. So after you're done with these two, we can roll the wheel and see what's next." Han leans back in his chair, watching Mike with a mix of lust and amusement. "But I think you're going to need a drink to wash down all these shrinkees." He gestures towards a bottle of expensive liquor on the table. "Care for a taste?"
Mike can't help but grin at the sight of the expensive bottle of liquor. "Oh, I'd love some," he purrs, his voice still thick with desire. He takes another handful of shrinkees and pops them into his mouth, savouring the sensation of their soft, squishy bodies as they slide down his throat.
He swallows the last of the shrinkees and washes them down with a long, satisfying drink of the liquor. The warmth spreads through him, intensifying the pleasure he feels from the shrinkees and the night so far.
Mike takes off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular chest. A dent is visible over his six-pack, making his abs look even more defined and alluring. He reaches down, undoing his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock straining against his underwear. With a sultry smile, he looks at the camera. "Look guys, after eating 10 shrinkees, my six-pack finally faded a little away." He winks and turns his attention back to Han, licking his lips suggestively. "Burpp! So, what do you think? Should we roll the wheel and see what's next?"
Han leans forward, his eyes lingering on Mike's exposed chest and hard cock. "You know, you should really thank your fans more often for their generosity." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, unopened box of shrinkees. "I thought since they're so eager to see what you'll do with the rest of them, including me, of course. I'd buy you ten more to keep you and your audience happy." He places the box on the table between them.
Mike's eyes widen in surprise and delight as he sees the box of shrinkees. "Oh, Han, you're too good to me!" He purrs, reaching out to take the box and pull it closer. "But you know what would really make me happy?" He asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Han raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Mike's tone. "Oh? And what would that be?" He asks, his voice low and seductive.
Hmm...since you've been extremely kind tonight...I think it would make me really happy if I could shrink you and let my large cock devour you till you got inside my balls. That way, you'd be inside me for the rest of the night, making sure I always feel you there." He leans in closer, his voice low and husky. "And then, after we've had our fun, I could show you off to my fans, letting them see how good their donations made me feel."
Han grins, his heart racing with desire. "Oh, I like the sound of that. But first, let's make sure everyone else knows what a good boy you've been tonight." He pulls out his phone and opens the chat room where Mike's fans are watching. "Attention, everyone! Mike here has just made an amazing offer. He's willing to shrink me and let me be a part of him for the rest of the night." He turns the camera to focus on Mike, who is licking his lips hungrily. "And who knows? Maybe I will even livestream for you all to see how it looks to be inside Mike.
Mike's fans erupt into cheers and excited comments as they watch the livestream. Mike can't help but feel even more turned on by their reactions. He looks back at Han, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You're really going to let me do this?" He asks, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
"Oh, I'm more than willing, baby. In fact, I can't wait." Han takes out a tiny vial of shrinking potion and uncaps it. "Now, let's make this happen." He pours the vial on himself. Han watches as his own body begins to shrink and contort under his skin, his body growing smaller and smaller.
As Han shrinks down to about the size of a 10cm pencil, Mike's cock hardens even further, leaking pre-cum. He carefully picks up the now tiny man with his fingers, holding him up to inspect him. "God, you're so perfect, Han. I can't wait to feel you inside me." He brings his lips down, kissing Han deeply as he lines up his hard cock with the entrance to Han's body.
The sensation of being engulfed by Mike's cock is intense, but Han welcomes the feeling. He feels himself being sucked down his boyfriend's eager cock, every inch of him going down Mike's length. As he adjusts to the sensation, he wraps his tiny hands around Mike's cock, beginning to stroke him. "Oh fuck, you feel so good," he pants. "You're going to make me cum."
"Oh fuck yeah," Mike groans, his hips thrusting harder as he feels Han's hands on him. "I want you to cum inside my balls, I want to feel you inside me." He continues to pump his cock with half of Han already inside his thick cock. "I love having you inside me, Han. I love how big my dick is when you are inside."
"God, you're so big, Mike. I love how it feels to be completely surrounded by you." Han's movements grow more desperate as he feels his orgasm building, his tiny body tensed and ready to release. "I'm gonna cum," he gasps, his muscles tensing around Mike's cock. "I'm gonna cum inside you!"
Mike feels the tightening of Han's muscles inside his cock and groans as he feels the hot liquid of his lover's cum shoot up his cock. "Fuck yeah, Han! Cum for me!" He keeps thrusting, his hips moving in a rhythm that matches the beating of his heart. "That's it, baby. Let it all out." He knows that once they've both cum, he is going to send his boyfriend down his cock, joining the six shrinkees in his balls.
Han's orgasm overwhelms him, his body shuddering with pleasure as he empties his seed into Mike's cock. He feels limp and satisfied, but the sensation of being inside Mike is too much for him to resist. "Now send me down, Mike!" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their passion. "I love you."
Mike feels the tiny weight of Han inside him, and he knows that it's time. He gives a final, powerful thrust, feeling Han slide down his length and into his balls. "I love you too, Han." He cupped his bloated sack, savouring the feeling of having his boyfriend inside him. "And I'm never letting you go." He lies back, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Mike reaches over to the camera and focuses it on his sack. He knows that his audience is eagerly waiting to see where his boyfriend now is up close. "Alright everyone, here is my favourite little guy." He gently cups his sack, feeling Han and the other shrinks nestled inside. "They're so perfect, and it feels so good to have a full ball of shrinkees."
Lying in Mike's warm sack, Han feels content and safe. He can hear his boyfriend's heartbeat, and the reassuring weight of Mike's cock resting on the very testicles he was in.
Han can't help but wonder how much Mike's balls have expanded to accommodate the seven shrinkees inside. He's never felt so snug and warm, and he can't help but feel a sense of belonging. The inside of Mike's sack is very humid and warm, but surprisingly, it's not as cramped as he expected. Even with three shrinks in his left testicle and four in his right, it doesn't feel as full as he thought it would. He guesses that Mike's body has adapted to having him and the other shrink inside.
Han finally pays attention to his surroundings, taking in the warm, humid environment of Mike's sack. The walls of Mike's testicles are covered in a slick, warm liquid, and the air is filled with the smell of sex. He watches in fascination as the three shrinkees who are still alive and trapped in the right testicle, trying to escape. They are banging and kicking at the wall, desperate to get out, but they only seem to be pleasuring Mike even more.
Mike can feel the three shrinkees inside his right testicle struggling against his walls, their movements only making him harder. He reaches down and cups his sack, massaging it gently, trying to soothe them while also getting off on the feel of their struggles.
"Hey, you six," he whispers, "you're doing great. Just keep kicking and squirming, okay? You're making me really horny" He leans over and kisses the wall of his sack where they are trapped. "Just keep doing what you are doing and let me take care of you."
He lies back, enjoying the sensation of having Han and the other shrinks inside him. He knows that they will be part of him after digesting them into nothing more than cum. The thought of them being there, struggling against his walls, only makes him harder and more aroused. He wonders how long they can last before they finally give in and become part of him permanently.
As much as Mike enjoys the sensation of having Han and the other shrinks inside him, he knows that there's still a long way to go before he can truly be done with this process. He looks down at the remaining 13 shrinks in the box beside his desk. "Alright," he says to himself, "let's get this show on the road."
Mike glances at his chat and sees a new donation notification. The amount is huge 3.000 euros! He clicks on it and reads the request: "Eat 9 shrinkees with beverages, 3 with your cock and the last one with your ass." He smiles, feeling excited and eager to get started. This is going to be an intense experience!
Mike pours the expensive alcohol into a tall glass and then carefully drops the nine remaining shrinkees inside, making sure not to drop any of them by accident. He stirs vigorously, blending the flavour of the alcohol with the salty taste of the shrinkees. The result is a unique, intoxicating aroma that fills his nostrils. He takes a sip, savouring the delicious and salty taste.
Mike raises his glass, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he prepares to consume the nine shrinkees at once. He takes a deep breath and then, with determination in his eyes, he tosses back his head and chugs the contents of the glass, swallowing the alcohol and the shrinkees in one go. The taste is overwhelmingly salty, but he doesn't care - the sensation of having the shrinkees slide down his throat is exhilarating. He feels them land in his stomach, causing a strange warmth to spread through his body.
Mike's six-pack finally disappears under the weight of the alcohol and the shrinkees, but even after they're all inside him, he can still feel the distinct impression of a six-pack. It's as if his stomach has been stretched to accommodate the additional mass, but it's not just that. There's a new sensation, a sort of energy coursing through his veins as if the combined power of the alcohol and the shrinkees is giving him strength. He lies back, savouring the feeling, and allows his mind to wander to the final step of this process.
Mike's hands drift down to his stomach, feeling the bulge there as the shrinkees continue to struggle against his stomach walls. He can feel them moving beneath his skin as if they're trying to escape. The sensation is incredibly arousing, and he lets out a long, low moan. He can't wait to feel them all inside of him, becoming part of his body. He knows that once they are, it will be even more intense, but for now, he savours this final moment of anticipation.
The pool is warm and filled with the scent of cum. Han floats lazily, watching the other shrink struggling against the walls of the pool. He's content to let them fight it out, knowing that eventually, they'll all be his. He listens to the commotion coming from outside, Mike's moans and the sounds of shrinkees being swallowed and digested.
Before he forgot, Han decided to pull out his mobile phone and start filming the inside of Mike's right testicle. He positions the camera carefully, angling it to capture the best view of the shrinkees as they struggle against the walls of Mike's scrotum. The image is grainy and shaky, but it's still incredibly arousing to watch. He records for a few minutes, capturing the desperate thrashing of the shrinkees as they try to escape their confined space.
Mike's attention is drawn away from rubbing his engorged stomach and the struggling shrinkees from the inside by a notification on his phone. He picks it up, opening the stream to see what Han is up to. His jaw drops as he sees the grainy, shaky footage coming from inside his right testicle. He can see all the shrinkees thrashing against the walls of his scrotum, desperate to escape. The image is incredibly arousing, and he quickly becomes erect. He can't help but want to put more shrinkees inside his balls, filling the inside to the brim.
Mike turns off the stream, feeling a surge of lust in his veins. He stands up and heads towards the camera. He takes out his already hard cock and begins to stroke it, imagining the feel of his boyfriend sliding down his cock. He leans against the desk, eyes closed, as he brings himself closer and closer to orgasm, the sensation of the shrinkees wriggling against his skin making it all the more pleasurable.
As he's about to cum, Mike decides that he'd better stop stroking himself for now. He's got three more shrinkees to send down his cock before he can finally take care of his hard-on. He takes a deep breath and opens the stream on his phone again, watching as Han continues to film the inside of his right testicle. The sight of the struggling shrinkees only serves to heighten his arousal. He grips his cock, slowly guiding the tip of it towards the box of 4 remaining shrinkees.
With a deep, steady breath, Mike pushes the remaining 3 shrinkees down his cock, feeling them slide past the base and into the warmth of his balls one by one. The sensation is incredible, and he has to lean against the desk once more to catch his breath. The box is now 3/4 empty, but one last shrinkee belongs in another place than his balls. He can still feel the weight of the shrinkees inside his scrotum. He takes a moment to savour this feeling.
Han looks up and sees three more shrinkees fall out into Mike's right ball and fall onto the pool. He immediately reaches for his phone and films them as they tumble down. "Oh my god, Mike! You've got three more inside your right ball!" he exclaims, his voice tinged with a mix of amazement and arousal.
"Yeah, I've got one more left. It's so fucking hot with them squirming all in there..." Mike responds, his voice barely above a whisper. He's panting now, his chest heaving as he tries to control the urge to stroke his cock again. The thought of the final shrinkee alone in his body makes him even more turned on. He watches as Han continues to film the struggling shrinkees in his right ball, the image sending shivers down his spine.
With a deep breath, Mike decides it's time to finish the job. He kneels down on the floor, presenting his ass to the camera. "Here you go, Annonymous Donator. This is for you." He takes the final shrinkee and gently, but firmly, guides it towards his anus. The sensation of the warm, soft skin of the shrinkee against his warm skin is incredible, and he feels a shiver run down his spine. He pushes the shrinkee in, feeling it slide past his sphincter and deep inside his body. The sensation is both foreign and incredibly erotic.
As the final shrinkee disappears inside him, Mike lets out a long, shuddering breath. The sensation of the shrinkees moving inside his body is unlike anything he's ever felt before. It's like they're connected to every nerve ending, sending waves of pleasure through him with each movement. He arches his back, pressing his ass further into the floor as he tries to feel the shrinkees even more. The weight of it inside his body feels incredible, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to have more.
No longer able to hold back, Mike begins to stroke his cock. The sensation of the shrinkees squirming inside his body, combined with the knowledge that they're all about to be released, is too much for him to resist. He beats his cock, his fist moving in a blur as thick cum erupts from the head, spraying across the floor in a long, ropey stream. The cum and the shrinkees land with a wet, sticky sound, covering the floor in his essence.
With a sigh of relief, Mike turns around to face Han's little form in the pool of cum. "Well, that was intense." He pants, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "I hope you got all the footage." He glances down at the mess he's made, his entire body drenched in sticky cum. I guess I'll have to take a shower after the steam.
Han grins widely as he watches Mike writhe in pleasure, his phone still recording the entire thing. "Oh, I got it all, trust me. That was amazing, Mike! I can't wait to edit this and post it online" He pauses for a moment, his gaze trailing down to Mike's crotch and balls. "You know, maybe you should keep a few of those shrinkees in there. It's such a hot look."
Mike laughs, a little embarrassed but mostly aroused. "Yeah, maybe I'll keep a few. Or I might just stuff them all. But hey, it's all for the fans, right?" He looks at Han, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, what do you say? Want to see how many more I can fit in there?"
Han's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. He takes a step closer to Mike. "Fuck yeah, I'd love to see that. Get down on your knees again, Mike. I want to see closer how many more of those shrinkees you can take."
Mike smiles, dropping down to his knees once more. "Alright, let's see how many more I can fit. It's going to get a bit crowded in there, but I'm sure I can fit all of them once more." He lowers his legs downward, presenting his cock to Han, and readies himself for the next round.
With a shiver, Mike begins to collect the remaining shrinkees between his legs. He picks up the soaked, limp form of the first one and gently begins to insert it back into his cock, slowly pushing it back in. The sensation is intense, the stretching feeling as the shrinkee slides past his sphincter nearly overwhelming him. But he continues one by one, working his way through the remaining shrinkees, each one sliding deeper and deeper into his body.
Han watches, his breath caught in his throat, as Mike inserts the first shrinkee back into his cock. He can't believe the amount of stamina Mike has, not to mention the sheer size of his cock. He's definitely going to need to join the stream more often.
Mike grits his teeth, feeling the last shrinkee slide back into place. He looks up at Han, a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face. "I think...I think I fit them all in." He pants, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "But it's so tight...it's almost too much."
Han steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch one of Mike's balls. "What do you mean by that? You got one less in there! You shouldn't feel that full. Han walked to Mike's enlarged testicles, pressing his ear to Mike's left ball."
Han leans in, listening carefully as his ear presses against Mike's left testicle. All he can hear is the distinctive gurgling sound of Mike's cum trying to break down the shrinkees, forcing its way through the tightly compacted mass.
Han can't help but be impressed by Mike's ability to take so many shrinkees. "You are really full and I thought you were joking. Here, Let me help you with that." He decides to help him out a little, running his hands up Mike's balls, gently massaging them with both his arms.
Mike arches his back, moaning as Han's touch sends waves of pleasure through him. "Yeah... that feels... so good..." He gasps, his hips bucking forward slightly. "You really know how to... make me feel better." He looks up at Han, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want more... I need more..."
Han climbs on top of Mike's ball, using his whole body to massage the large lump of cum container. "I think I can help you with that." He begins to roll his hips, rubbing Mike's cock against his own body as he kneads and massages the tightly compacted mass of shrinkees in Mike's ball.
Mike cries out, arching his back further as the sensations wash over him. His cock twitches and throbs, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as he feels the pressure begin to ease. "Oh God... Han... that feels... incredible..." He gasps, his body shuddering with pleasure. "You're... amazing." He looks down at Han, a mix of awe and lust in his eyes.
Not wanting to accidentally release the shrinkees from his balls too soon, Mike takes a cock ring from the cupboard. He slides it onto his cock, making sure it's snug against his balls, trapping the shrinkees inside.
With a relieved sigh, Mike places Han on top of his slit. He gently pulls Han's legs back with his fingers, spreading them wide apart to give him better access. Then, he carefully rubs his cock up and down. With a steady thrust, he pushes in, feeling Han's legs slide easily in. The grips of the cock ring and the shrinkees trapped inside Mike's balls. Han lets out a moan, arching his back as he feels Mike's cum erupted beneath him.
Han's whole body tenses as he feels Mike's cum spurt out, coating his back, ass, every bit of his body. He gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sensation washes over him. "Oh fuck... Mike..." He whispers, barely able to speak through the pleasure.
Mike carefully lifts Han's body from the slit, holding him in his arms as he lies on his full stomach. He takes a moment to admire Han's form, running his hands over his toned back and ass. The cock ring traps the shrinkees in Mike's balls, making it difficult for him to get an erection, but the desire for more is still there. He kisses Han softly.
"Well, folks... I think that's about it for today. I want to thank all of you for tuning in and showing your support. It's been a wild ride, but I'm finally starting to feel the effects. My belly is about as full as it can get, and my balls... well, let's just say that they're pretty damn stuffed."
With a wink to the camera, Mike lies down on his back, propping his head up with one hand. He gives the audience a full view of his enlarged belly and the bulge of his bloated sack. "And I think it's safe to say that I won't be needing these anymore." He reaches down and undoes the cock ring, freeing the shrinkees trapped inside his balls. They immediately begin to shrink, returning his cock and balls to their normal size. He grins, giving his belly a slap, burping in the process. "Thanks again, everyone. I'll see you next time!"
Han invented a shrink-ray and had his boyfriend try it on him and his friends so they could explore inside Han's boyfriend.
The scenario begins with a mischievous grin spreading across Mike's face as he activates the shrink ray Han had been working on. He aims it at his boyfriend, Han, and his three friends, shrinking them down to a tiny size. As they all begin to feel the effects of the shrink ray, Han starts to formulate a plan. He tells his friends that they will have to trust him as he leads them through their new, miniature world. With determination in his eyes, Han confidently informs them that once they are all safely inside his boyfriend's enormous, waiting balls, they can have fun exploring his body. The others, unsure but willing to trust Han, follow their fearless friend into the adventure of a lifetime.
"Okay, everyone! You're all getting nice and tiny now. You're going to be so small that you can fit in places you never dreamed of. And trust me, that's just the beginning. The real fun is just getting started!" Mike grinned wickedly before vanishing from sight.
As Han and his friends approach, Mike's gaze unconsciously shifts down to his crotch. Suddenly, he feels a strange sensation. Looking down, he sees tiny figures crawling down his urethra, making their way to the base of his penis. Intrigued and aroused, he watches as the first few of them reach their destination and begin to explore his testicles. A shiver runs down his spine. "Oh, this is going to be fun," he mutters under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
The feeling of his boyfriend inside his ballsack and three other friends felt incredible as Mike couldn't help but fondle his engorged ballsack. He moaned softly, lost in the sensation. The tiny figures crawling around inside him seemed to be having just as much fun, as he could feel them moving around and exploring every inch of his testicles.
There was a little dent every now and then in Mike's testicles. However, it wasn't visible for anyone to see but Mike definitely felt all the wiggling and rubbing inside both his balls. Mike couldn't help himself but tease how good it feel to have everyone inside his balls as he carefully caressed his ballsack. "Oh, this is just the beginning. I've got big plans for all of you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Inside the testicles of his boyfriend were not as spacious as Han thought it was. He and his friends did have enough space to comfortably sit in a small pool of cum. The smell inside was humid and stank but it was rather warm and comfortable. Han decided to tease Mike a little bit by asking everyone to stroke the wall of the ballsack, knowing that it would have an immediate effect on Mike. As everyone began to stroke the walls, a loud moaning could be heard from outside the ballsack.
The sensation of tiny hands stroking the walls of his testicles sent waves of pleasure coursing through Mike's body. He arched his back, moaning loudly as he gripped the edge of the chair. The combination of arousal and the knowledge that his friends were inside his boyfriend, experiencing the same thing, was driving him wild. "Oh fuck... that feels so good," he panted, his hips thrusting involuntarily.
Confident and aroused, Mike walked over to his bathroom mirror. The bulge in his pyjama pants was more pronounced than ever before. He grinned at his reflection before taking out his phone, opening the app OnlyPred and beginning to live Steam for his public. "Good morning, my little lads," he purred, his voice low and husky. "As promised, I've got a special guest for you today. And they're closer than you think..."
Inside the testicles of Mike, Han and his friends could hear the commotion from outside.
"What's going on out there?!" Han asked, concerned. He felt Mike's body shifting and the vibrations from his voice. "Is someone coming to join us?" he wondered, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
**Back outside**
"Oh, you think this is all I've got for you?" Mike asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, boys, let me introduce you to my special guests." He gestured to his crotch, giving the camera a clear view of the bulge between his legs. "Just wait here a moment while I get them ready for you..."
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Mike reached down and unbuttoned his pyjama pants, revealing a thick shaft that was already partially erect. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, his hips bucking as he worked himself closer to the edge. "Here they come..."
With a loud groan, Mike released his load, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the mirror in front of him. As the last drop plopped to the glass, he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Mike cupped his hand around one of his balls, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, I guess you guys are stuck in there for a while," he said with a chuckle. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep you entertained. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and get to see some more action soon?" He winked at the camera before ending his quick live steam, his cock still twitching slightly from the orgasm.
Back inside the testicles, Han and his friends were jostled around violently as Mike's orgasm shook his body. They could feel the warmth of his cum seeping into their tiny forms. "Holy shit," Han gasped, clutching at his friends to keep from being thrown off. "That was intense!" He looked around at the others, who were all wide-eyed and a little dazed from the experience.
Mike glanced over at the tiny figures in his testicles, a sly grin spreading across his face. He'd been having some fun with them, but now it was time for a new game. With a chuckle, he reached down and cupped his hand around one of his balls, gently lifting it up. "Hey, honey," he whispered, "you and your friends want to get out now? Because I'm going to send a rescue team to retrieve you all."
"Wait, what do you mean 'rescue'?" Han looked around at his friends, confused. "Is he serious?" he whispered. Just then, he heard a familiar ringtone coming from somewhere nearby. "Wait, is that my phone?" he asked, his heart racing.
"Don't worry, baby," Mike reassured Han. "No harm will come to any of you, but I can't get anyone out by just fapping. We'll need to use a different way." He winked, then held up his phone. "In fact, I've got a special tool here that should do the trick. Just be patient and hold on tight."
Mike pressed the phone against his ear, then grinned as he recognized the voice on the other end. "Hey, Jake, it's me, Mike. Listen, I've got a bit of an... unusual situation here. You know how Han was talking about some research he's been doing lately? Well, it seems like he got a little carried away. He's kinda stuck ... with something at the moment. Do you mind coming over with Jack, we kind of need your help."
A few minutes later, Mike opened the door to find Jake and Jack standing there, looking a bit confused. "Uh, Mike, you said there was an emergency?" Jake asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah, come on in," Mike said, stepping aside to let them enter. "Just follow me into the living room, where I can show you what's going on." As he led them into the living room, he made a mental note to get rid of any incriminating evidence before they saw it. Once they were all gathered around, he knelt down and began to carefully explain the situation to Han and his friends.
"So let me get this straight, so Han developed a shrink ray and you thought it was a good idea to stuff your boyfriend and his friends down your loin and now you can't release them? Are you out of your mind? Who the the hell would believe that." Yelled Jake in disbelief. "I mean, I'm gonna help you out of course, but this is insane."
"Okay, okay," Mike said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I get it, it does sound pretty crazy. But trust me, this stuff is real. And you're right, it's easier to show you than explain." He took out the shrink ray and aimed it at Jake and Jack, shrinking them down to the same size as Han and his friends. "See, I'm not lying."
"Wow, that's crazy, our little brother Han is a genius to be able to create this kind of sci-fi thingy gun," said Jack, amazed. "I always knew he was smart, but this takes it to a whole new level." He glanced over at Mike, then back at Jake. "So, what do we need to do to get them out of there?"
"Wait, hold on a second," Jake said, looking at Mike suspiciously. "How do we know for sure that Han and his friends are actually in there?" He gestured towards Mike's crotch. "I mean, what if this is just some kind of elaborate trap? Maybe he's trying to get us to come down here and..." He glanced at Jack, then back at Mike. "...you know, have a little fun with us."
"Fair enough," Mike said with a smirk, pulling off his robe and letting it fall to the floor. He then lowered his sack, revealing his now much larger, hardened member. "See that? That's how big they've gotten from holding all of you. I could easily fit another one or two of you down there if I wanted to." He winked at Jake and Jack. "So, are you starting to believe me now?"
"Wait a second... Are those...?" Jack said as he looked closer at the imprints. "They look like they're moving..." He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently prodded one of the imprints.
"What do you mean you can't move, Han?" Jake asked, pressing his ear against Mike's sack.
"Maybe it's pretty packed in there. I feel kinda full in my balls too." Mike grinned at his overfilled balls. "I guess it's not too bad in there after all, right?"
"How many people did you even stuff inside there?" asked Jack, his voice filled with shock. "I mean, it looks like there's at least four of them in there."
"Well I definitely feel more than four in there," smirked Mike as he lifted up his balls and used his weight to press down the two shrinkies. "They're all pretty packed in there, but I'm not complaining. It's kinda turning me on, actually." He gave them a squeeze, making them groan in protest. "Maybe we should get them out soon, though. They're starting to make me hard again."
"So... Mike... what do you suggest we do now?" Jake asked, still looking a bit confused. "You've shrunk us down and now you're just... keeping us here?" He glanced over at Jack, then back at Mike. "Shouldn't we, like, try to come up with a solution?"
"Oh don't worry, I know exactly what I have to do," smiled Mike devilishly. "We just need a string and two volunteers that will do the cave diving." He pulled a length of thread from his pocket and handed it to Jack and Jake. "One of you two can go down there and find the others, while the other stays up here for plan B. Sound like a plan?"
"Wait, you want us to dive into your dick?!" Jake exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, man. There's got to be another way!"
"Look, I'm not forcing you to do anything. You two can leave right now if you want. But if you're serious about getting your brother and his friends out of me, then this is the only way I could think of. And trust me, they're not comfortable down there either. They're probably desperate for someone to rescue them." Mike paused for a moment, then added, "Unless... you'd rather leave them in there?"
Unbeknownst to Jack and Jake, Han and his friends in Mike's body weren't in any real discomfort. While it was cramped and they had to be very close together, they found the warmth and closeness rather comforting, almost like being in a sauna. They were having the time of their lives, exploring every inch of Mike's insides, feeling every touch and sensation.
"Alright, Mike. We'll do it. But we need to make sure that we have some kind of signal, in case something goes wrong or we get lost," Jake said, looking over at Jack.
"Oh don't worry about that," Mike reassured them. "I'll know when you get there. I'll just feel it deep in my gut or rather my balls" He grinned and rubbed his sack. "Now go on, take a deep breath and dive in. I promise you'll be in good hands."
With Jake and Jack both standing before him, Mike smiled, admiring the tiny creatures that were once his boyfriend's brothers. He reached out and gently lifted Jake up, guiding him to his slit. He positioned the tiny boy at the entrance to his foreskin, carefully allowing him to enter his body. Jake let out a tiny squeak as he disappeared inside, the sensation both foreign and yet oddly familiar. Mike could feel the warmth and movement of his body through Jake's tiny form.
As Jake slid deeper into Mike's body, the sensation of warmth and pressure intensified. He felt himself moving through a tight, winding tunnel of flesh, occasionally brushing up against smooth, hot surfaces. The air grew thinner and cooler as he travelled deeper, and he began to wonder if he'd be able to find his way back out again.
As he continued to move deeper into Mike's body, Jake found himself in a strange, surreal world. The walls of the tunnel were replaced by soft, yielding flesh that stretched and pulsed around him, occasionally emitting warm, wet sensations against his tiny body. The air grew more humid and warmer, making it difficult for him to breathe.
As Jake disappeared into Mike's body, Jack was left outside, watching with a mixture of fascination and horror. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of relief that Jake was now inside and hopefully on his way to finding his brother and the others.
Jack's own body reacted to the situation in a way that was both unexpected and embarrassing. His penis began to swell and grow hard. He tried to hide it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
**In the meantime**
Han and his friends could feel a strange tugging sensation from deep within Mike's body. It was almost as if something was trying to find its way in. They exchanged worried glances, wondering if something had gone wrong.
"Something or someone is coming inside with us..." Han muttered in a quiet voice, his expression growing more concerned. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. But then he remembered the word "rescue" from his conversation with Mike. Perhaps Jake and Jack were coming to help them. Or maybe it was someone else entirely.
"Maybe Mike is just joking with us? Who in the right mind would come to rescue us while we willingly come here?" asked one of his friends, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. They all looked at Han for an answer, but he didn't know what to say.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that! How can I know what Mike is doing? I also know as much as you all do." Han defended himself, feeling a bit irritated. He didn't know what was happening any more than the rest of them did. "Let's just wait and see what happens."
Suddenly, something heavy fell on top of him from the opening. Han let out a surprised yelp and scrambled to get out from under whatever it was. It turned out to be Jake, who had somehow managed to shrink himself and fit through the opening. "Sorry about that," Jake panted, helping Han back to his feet. "I didn't want to squeeze through, but I had no choice. Jack and I are here to rescue you and the others."
"Rescue? What do you mean rescue?" asked Han, clearly confused. "We didn't ask for any rescue. We just wanted to come here and do some exploring.
"Alright, listen up," Jake said, hitting his fist against his chest. "I think you're all a bit confused at this point, but don't worry. After we get out of this hell hole, I'm going to kick Mike's ass for all of you!" He paused for a moment, then added, "Well, when I'm back to my size of course."
** A few minutes ago, outside**
Jack couldn't help but feel the unyielding pressure building up inside his pants. He shifted nervously from one foot to another, trying to find some relief. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he turned away and started to undress. With shaking hands, he removed every article of clothing that had shrunk with him, leaving him completely naked on the ground. His focus shifted to his throbbing member, which strained against his skin, desperate for release. Unable to contain himself any longer, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke, relieving some of the tension that had been building up inside him. His breathing grew laboured, and his face flushed with shame and arousal.
Mike couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Jack undressing himself, his throbbing member clearly visible. He leaned in close and whispered, "You seem to be having fun there. Why don't we have some fun together?" He reached out and gently flicked Jack's erection, eliciting a gasp from the smaller man.
Jack's eyes widened as Mike's index finger made contact with his aching member. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through his veins. His heart raced, and his breath hitched in his throat. As Mike continued to tease him, Jack began to wonder if maybe this was all part of some sick game that Mike had planned for them. Rather than a rescue mission. But despite his fear and confusion, Jack couldn't help but find himself aroused by the attention he was receiving.
Turning back to Mike, his sight was drawn to the little bulge that had been sliding down Mike's massive loin all this time. This excited him to an even greater degree than anything in his entire life. He moved closer, his heart thundering in his chest, his entire body tingling with anticipation. He reached out and tentatively touched the larger man's clothed member, feeling the heat and strength emanating from it.
"Your brother is almost gone now, do you want to feel him moving before he fully vanishes inside one of my balls, joining my boyfriend and his friends," Mike suggested as he drew his massive dick closer to Jack. He watched with interest as Jack's face turned a shade of crimson, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Or maybe you'd rather have the same treatment as your brother." Mike trailed off, his voice low and husky.
"I... I..." Stammered Jack, unsure what to do next, but soon gave in to the sensation as he approached the small bump that was now almost at the bottom of Mike's shaft. He tentatively reached out, his fingers trembling as they made contact with the warm, hard flesh.
As his fingers made contact with the little bulge that had been sliding down Mike's shaft, it suddenly began to move while it travelled further down. He gasped, feeling a mixture of surprise and arousal wash over him. He looked up at Mike, his eyes wide with wonder and desire. "What do you want me to do?" he managed to croak, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
"Maybe give it a good rub or you could push your brother down faster, up to you." Smirked Mike as he felt Jack's hands begin to move, rubbing the sensitive skin of his cock. It was almost too much for him, the anticipation and the pleasure mixing together in a heady brew. He gently groaned softly from the tiny touch.
"Oh, that's it...yeah, just like that...so good..." he groaned, arching his back slightly as Jack's hands moved over his cock. The sensation was almost too much for him, but he couldn't let himself go yet. He knew that once he came, he would need to start all over again.
Unable to hold back any longer. He then used his index finger to push the little bulge down his cock until it disappeared inside the already bloated balls. He groaned loudly as he released the pressure, his cock twitching and throbbing as the pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck...Jack..." he panted, pressing the smaller man against his sack.
"Ahhh..." Mike groaned, letting out another loud moan as his right testicle began to sag even more. While Jack was forced up against his balls, he gazed intently, pretending not to notice, as the string also entered his slit. "You're so good at this...Jack...just like that..." he panted.
A flush of embarrassment crept up Jack's neck and spread across his face as he continued to rub and stroke Mike's massive cock. The scent of male arousal was overpowering, and the heat emanating from the larger man only served to heighten Jack's awareness of his own body. His own erection throbbed painfully, leaking pre-cum onto the sofa.
As his breathing began to slow, Mike glanced down at Jack, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "That was hot, right?" he asked, his voice slightly raspy. "It feels god damn good to have living beings inside my balls." Moaned Mike, cupping his balls in his hand. He leaned in closer against Jack as he added, "I bet you want to go down my dick too, huh? I can see it in your eyes."
Not knowing how to respond, Jack couldn't utter any words as he nods, desiring to be engulfed by a real giant dick. His eyes dart around, gazing at the girth of Mike's cock before finally locking on to the other man's face. With a shaky breath, he reaches out, wrapping his arms around the thick shaft, licking it with his waiting lips. "P-please," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the thundering of his heart. "I want to be inside you."
The words seemed to ignite a fire in Mike's loins as he felt Jack's arms wrap around his cock. "Fuck yes..." he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You're such a good little tiny..."
Climbing upwards to the tip of the very dick that he has been hugging, Jack sticks his arms inside the wide-stretched slit and inserts the rest of his body inside. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable pain, but the feel of Mike's inner flesh against his own, the heat, and the musky scent overwhelms him. He tightens his grasp on the shaft and starts to move up and down, gently at first but picking up pace and confidence as he continues.
It didn't take long for the little bulge that was Jack to move down from the oozing slit to the urethra and ultimately vanish beneath the base, joining every tiny that had been eaten by Mike's insatiable dick. He gripped the sofa cushions, feeling the fabric tear beneath his fingers as he struggled to keep from coming too soon.
Gasping for breath, Mike grabbed his manhood, letting out a cry of pleasure, while the other hand fondled his overfilled balls. "Mission failed," he managed to pant, "unfortunately, but at least they are together in the place where they should be." He grinned, happy with the outcome.
** Back inside**
With a determined grin, Jake confidently pulls on the thread, signalling to Mike that they are ready to be taken out. But after a few seconds, there is still no sign of being pulled out. His brow furrows in confusion. "Mike, are you there?" he yelled out, his voice sounding tinny through the gurgling sound.
Jake's confusion turns to anger as he realizes that he has been tricked. He begins furiously kicking and punching the springy wall, growling in frustration. "Damn it, Mike! This isn't funny!" he shouts, his voice muffled by the soft, yielding material. "Let me out, damn it!" His fists and feet become a blur of motion as he continues to lash out at the confining surface, hoping to find some way out or at least make some sort of impact on the other side.
Han watches Jake's futile attempts to escape with amusement, but the anger in his voice makes him pause. He decides to intervene. "Hey, Jake. Calm down, man. You're not going to get out that way," he says, his voice as soothing as he can muster.
"What do you mean calm down!" Jake yelled. "For god's sake, I don't want to be here. I'm not gay enough to be inside another man's ball." Jake grumbled as he continued to kick the wall. "I just want to get out of here." He paused for a moment, considering his options. "Look, Jack is still out there." Perhaps if we warn him of Mike's awful plan, Jack could try to get us out of here!" Jake suggests.
"STOP, Jake. Listen up for a second." Han pleaded. "We're not trapped here because of Mike. We're here to have fun, and it's not like you're in any real danger. Mike's just playing a terrible game. Now, either you can calm down and enjoy yourself or you can keep struggling and making it worse for all of us. It's your choice, man."
Jake's breathing slowly began to calm down as he thought about what Han was saying. He stopped kicking and punching the wall. "Fine. But if we get out of this, you owe me big time, Mike. And don't think I'll forget about this damn incident you pulled this time. I'll find a way to make you pay." He growled, still a bit angry, but at least no longer thrashing about.
Suddenly, Jake felt something heavy land on top of him, pushing him down into the soft, yielding surface. "What the hell?" he yelled, struggling to get out from under whatever it was. He flailed his arms and legs, trying to push the weight off of him, but it was no use. He glanced up and saw the familiar face. "Jack!? Why are you here? You were meant to get some help!" he shouted, anger rising in his voice once more.
Jack's face contorted into an awkward grin as he heard Jake's voice. "Ah, hello Jake. My brother, from the the same mother?" He chuckled nervously. "Look, I'm really sorry. Mike just sorta... I mean, I didn't want to..." He trailed off, looking a little lost. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Really. You know, after... you know... all that stuff."
"Jack, I appreciate the thought, really. But you should have just stayed out and got some help. Now we're all stuck in here. God damn it, Mike!" Jake yelled, frustration and anger welling up inside him. "I don't even know why I'm surprised." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Now we're all stuck in here together. Help me figure out a way out of here, okay?"
Before Jack could respond to his brother, he was interrupted by Mike saying, "You are not getting out, Jake. But now you can make yourself useful and give me a good rub inside. It feels amazing." There was a slight pause before Mike continued, "I'm sure you're just as horny as the rest of us." His voice was mocking, but there was an undertone of excitement. "Come on, Jake. You know you want to."
Mike's sly smile spread across his face as his joke pierced through Jake's stubbornness. He carefully massaged his balls, loving the weight sinking in his hands and wished he could maintain this feeling forever, but he would have to set everyone free eventually. However, this would not be the last time they spent time in his sack.
Now that everyone has calmed down, the commotion inside Mike's enlarged testicles was still as if there was no presence of the tinies Mike has consumed but looking at the size everyone can tell that something is not right. However, Mike could definitely feel every single move and enjoy every bit of it. "Well, boys, I'm going to take a picture for my social media. Smile for me, will you?" Mike grinned, revealing his perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.
Mike took a shot with his mobile phone before uploading it on his OnlyPred account with the text "There's plenty of room for everyone in here." and a picture of his orange-sized sack. The message was accompanied by a wink and a thumbs-up emoji. He then waited for the likes and comments to pour in. It was only a matter of time before someone would send him a message to ask for an invitation.
Mike laid down on the couch with his legs spread wide, enjoying the cold air conditioner's breeze on his crotch. He glanced down at the imprints. "You know what? I bet there are a lot of people out there who'd rather be in here with us. They're probably jealous of you right now, wishing they could be where you are." Mike licked his lips, thinking about how much fun he was having with the six of them. "Well, if anyone out there wants to join in, they're more than welcome. Just come on in, and I'm sure you'll fit right in." He grinned and added another post on his personal blog.
Within minutes, his phone was flooded with messages from people who wanted to be with him. He scrolled through the comments, reading messages like "Please let me in!" and "I wish I was inside of you!" It was incredible how much power he had over these people.
"Oh my," Mike muttered under his breath, a grin spreading across his face. "I never expected so many people to want to join me. It's overwhelming... in the best way possible." He read through the messages again, searching for someone who seemed trustworthy and desperate enough to take part in his little... game. His eyes landed on a particular message.
Mike read the message with interest. The person seemed to live nearby, and they were clearly desperate to join him. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Quickly, he put on some clothes and hurried out the door, eager to meet this person face-to-face.
"Okay, boys, listen up," Mike said as he addressed the six tinies still inside of him. "I have someone coming over who wants to join you all. I'm going to meet them, but you all have to stay quietly and patiently. Can you do that for me?" He mocked each of them in turn, joking around like usual.
Hey again! Daily life of a student is once again updated.
• Introducing Red Light District and Dick hotel
• Interaction with the secretary + introducing the watch
• 2 characters you can interact with (all CV)
o Levi
You have company to talk to on the other side like a neighbour.
o Owen
Option for a foreplay
You can find the game here below in the link:
https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/pl1cfc631eazpnjz3c-yzw/daily-life-of-a-student
or you can download the game, but you can only play it on Quest5.
If you wish to support, you can receive benefits such as early access, voting and a walkthrough.
https://www.patreon.com/Save49
Hey again! Daily life of a student is once again updated.
You can now interact with a new character! The new character known as "Popular child" can be found on the school's second floor, after conversing with the character. You will be offered the option to "sneak inside" or "ring the bell".
If you choose "sneak inside," you will end up CV and non-fatal. And if you choose "Ring the bell," you will have the option to shrink the "Popular kid's" friends and deliver them to the "Popular kid" with different endings.
• If you give Rose to Joe = OV ending with you and Rose being eaten by Joe
• If you give David to Joe = butt crush by Joe + bad ending (3.5k words)
• If you give Lucas to Joe = CV ending
• If you give Jennifer to Joe = mouth play + jerking off with the two of you
You can find the game here below in the link:
http://textadventures.co.uk/games/v.....e-of-a-student
or you can download the game, but you can only play it on Quest5.
If you wish to support, you can receive benefits such as early access, voting and a walkthrough.
https://www.patreon.com/Save49
I am currently trying my best to work on new content. There are presently several updates for the Patreon version, however, for the free version, I intend to complete another part first and then publish the last part later. This is fair to those who paid for early access.
