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Who will you be? The person who shrinks people, or the one who gets shrunken?
This choice: "Home with me"  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Ms. Smith's Home

    by: The1SwagKing Author IconMail Icon
The blonde woman fishes you out of her drawer and places you into a jar inside of her purse as she leaves the school building. The unfamiliar smell of the inside of the leather bag throws off your expectations, the swinging knocking you on your bare ass against the cold glass jar. You see the metal doorframe of the main entrance and soon the blue sky from the crack in the purse at the top.

She walks through the parking lot before getting to her beat up Camry parked in the middle of the faculty lot. She took your jar out of her bag and put it on her windshield before she backed out of the spot and hit the road. "We catch a lot of shrinks being played with in class, and we get to take home what we find. I recognize you from my fifth period though. Don't know what you had to have done to become like that. Don't worry, I'll boost you a couple inches when we get home, but don't think I'm gonna treat you right." She says as she turns the wheel.

She pulls into the parking lot of her crappy apartments, lifting your jar up and walking towards the stairs which led up to her third story apartment. She made her way down the hall, grabbing the key to her apartment out of her purse and turning open the door.

She entered the room, shut the door and let off a sigh before she set your jar on the kitchen counter and grew you to a solid six inches. This didn't phase her much, but to you you had basically grown fifty feet. She picks you up and glances with her wrinkled, middle aged face and licks her lips with lust. She immediately unbuttons her work pants before tugging them off and her purple thong soon after.

You don't know what ideas she is getting as you look dead into the eyes of your holder, and former math teacher. She lowered you down to her now exposed feminine genitalia, pulling you to behind her back. You look up at the gigantic ass of your teacher as she raises you up to the crack before cramming you into her cheeks. You scream for help as she uses you as a sort of dildo, pushing through her anus, cramming you face first into her rectum. You smell putrid ass as the bum of the milf pulsates with her aroused motions.

You panic as she pushes you deep inside of her, now waist deep inside of Ms. Smith. She loudly moans as she pushes you to your knees inside her wrinkly asshole. Being in the butt of tournament former teacher was worse than your experience with Carly earlier, as she got your feet inside of her, making you now completely engulfed inside of her.

She pats her bum as you feel a loud clap from behind your feet, and let's off a loud guttural laugh, presumably at the struggles you were giving in a pathetic attempt to wriggle your way out of the digestive tract of the mature woman. She grabs your tiny feet with the edge of her fingers and slowly retracts you by your legs, and you feel the sticky, brown anal cream coating the walls of the tunnel in which you were trapped being wedged in all of your cracks. You felt a certain kind of dirty you had never felt before as your head slipped out of her anus and she lifted you feet first to her face.

"I told you I wouldn't be sweet honey." She laughed as she

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1. Stuck you with other tiny people

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2. Took a bath with you

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