Ste Letto
01-10-2003, 12:47 PM
Hi guys,
this might be the last episode, at least for a while, although I do have another idea on the go.
Poreolight school part 11(b)
The four girls, Lucy, Kylie, Courtney and Gemma, each had very special racquets. Four unfortunate males found themselves shrunk to the length of a tennis racquet, with their legs pressed tight together, and their arms pressed tightly to their sides. Their bodies, from the neck down were cylindrical, just like a normal racquet. The men's heads were stretched and distorted. They were wide, round and flattened. Their desperate faces stared outward, dreading the arrival of the ball. Each time a girl triumphantly hit the ball, using all her strength, the man received a hammering pain where it hit his face. The ball would impact their eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks or forehead. The men looked bruised, battered and dazed. The game had been going on for over an hour and the girls showed no sign of stopping. They would pause between games, trotting over to courtside seats with shrunken men serving as pilows. The girls skirts were very short, and when they sat, it was their white cotton panties that pressed upon the powerless men. Their panties were damp from sweat, and very aromatic.
Kylie, a cute little blonde goddess of a girl walked over to her chair. The living cushion could only stare upwards. The entire upper surface of the cushion was his face, the rest of him being bent round, underneath. Kylie didn't pause, she simply positioned her perfect arse over the waiting man pillow and sat. The tennis dress she wore had a very high hem, which rode up as she sat. The end result was that her panties were pressed down on the man's waiting face, not her skirt. Her buttocks spread, settling onto and sealing the man's nose and mouth. Her ass covered his eyes, sealing him in airless darkness. The man pillow became aware of the warmth of her skin, the softness of it and the smell. He smelt sweat and some other, faint odours with an odd tang. Sweat ran from the small of her back into his mouth. More trickled into his eyes and nose, stinging slightly. His head buzzed from lack of oxygen. He could survive for a long time without oxygen, but it was painful.
Each girl sat on her man pillow and rested, drinking bottled water to soothe their thirsts. The men below them were unimportant, insignificant, nothings. "Hey," said Courtney, a beautiful, tall willowy girl with black hair, "why don't we throw in some crawlers for extra points and extra fun?" All the girls laughed and agreed this was a good idea. Crawlers were tiny shrunken men, barely a centimetre long, who were prevented from walking, so they had to crawl like maggots. Moments later the floor of the court seethed with little pink squirming bodies. The girls returned to their game. At first, they couldn't help squishing the little men, who simply found themselves returned to the dreams they had been having. Each step left a deep shoe shaped hole with mushed bodies at the bottom which disappeared moments later. After a while though more and more of the men had been squished and it was harder and harder to get them. Their were bonus points for the first pair who squished all their crawlers.
Meanwhile, Jennifer had found her way to the bar. She spotted an opening on the far side. She waded through the crowd, oblivious to the male hands and penises she stepped on on her way. As she got closer she realised that the girl with an empty seat to her right was Lynsey. Jennifer patted her friend on the shoulder, moved between the chrome stools and sat on the padded cushion. She wigled her bottom slightly to sit comfortably on the protruding face that formed the centre part of her cushion. Each seat had a man fixed inside. These men had only been altered a little. Their heads would bend back at ninety degrees, and they could, if needs be, hold their breath for hours; although this did cause them great pain. They had also been paralysed so they couldn't move or escape or disturb their user. Each man's penis rested on a board, and if the girl cocked her foot back slightly she could press the head flat beneath her toes. Both Jennifer and Lynsey were doing just that, occasionally turning the foot with a penis beneath left and right, just to add to the man's discomfort. For the men time passed immensely slowly. Their joints ached, their muscles screamed for release, their necks protested at being bent so unnaturally. Their lungs screamed when a fleshy bottom sealed mouth and nose. They sometimes had to inhale noxious smells from their sitter, making them feel dizzy and sick.
The party went on until the next morning, with the girls finding more and more inventive ways of tormenting their male guests. Shrunken men served as cushions on every chair in the dining room. The toilet blocks offered many opportunities for cruel humiliation and abasement. Living spitoons were dotted here and there, to receive any produce that came their way. They doubled as ashtrays and many had their mouths filled with smoked out cigarette butts. Man mats covered the entire floor where the girls who were doing the catering came and went. The caterers all wore black, shiny, block heeled loafers, black tights, black miniskirts and white cotton blouses. They were not witches, they were girls with open minds who enjoyed torturing males and kept what went on at the school very discrete. Their were rooms full of shrunken me whose only role was to get splatted into paste, before being healed and getting splatted again.
Finally the girls were ready to go home. Jennifer didn't forget about the boy she had chosen. With a flick of her wrist she transformed him into her shoe, feeling it change subtly beneath her stockinged sole. He was delighted to be taken, and his heart filled with love and lust for his goddess. Jennifer just laughed.
this might be the last episode, at least for a while, although I do have another idea on the go.
Poreolight school part 11(b)
The four girls, Lucy, Kylie, Courtney and Gemma, each had very special racquets. Four unfortunate males found themselves shrunk to the length of a tennis racquet, with their legs pressed tight together, and their arms pressed tightly to their sides. Their bodies, from the neck down were cylindrical, just like a normal racquet. The men's heads were stretched and distorted. They were wide, round and flattened. Their desperate faces stared outward, dreading the arrival of the ball. Each time a girl triumphantly hit the ball, using all her strength, the man received a hammering pain where it hit his face. The ball would impact their eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks or forehead. The men looked bruised, battered and dazed. The game had been going on for over an hour and the girls showed no sign of stopping. They would pause between games, trotting over to courtside seats with shrunken men serving as pilows. The girls skirts were very short, and when they sat, it was their white cotton panties that pressed upon the powerless men. Their panties were damp from sweat, and very aromatic.
Kylie, a cute little blonde goddess of a girl walked over to her chair. The living cushion could only stare upwards. The entire upper surface of the cushion was his face, the rest of him being bent round, underneath. Kylie didn't pause, she simply positioned her perfect arse over the waiting man pillow and sat. The tennis dress she wore had a very high hem, which rode up as she sat. The end result was that her panties were pressed down on the man's waiting face, not her skirt. Her buttocks spread, settling onto and sealing the man's nose and mouth. Her ass covered his eyes, sealing him in airless darkness. The man pillow became aware of the warmth of her skin, the softness of it and the smell. He smelt sweat and some other, faint odours with an odd tang. Sweat ran from the small of her back into his mouth. More trickled into his eyes and nose, stinging slightly. His head buzzed from lack of oxygen. He could survive for a long time without oxygen, but it was painful.
Each girl sat on her man pillow and rested, drinking bottled water to soothe their thirsts. The men below them were unimportant, insignificant, nothings. "Hey," said Courtney, a beautiful, tall willowy girl with black hair, "why don't we throw in some crawlers for extra points and extra fun?" All the girls laughed and agreed this was a good idea. Crawlers were tiny shrunken men, barely a centimetre long, who were prevented from walking, so they had to crawl like maggots. Moments later the floor of the court seethed with little pink squirming bodies. The girls returned to their game. At first, they couldn't help squishing the little men, who simply found themselves returned to the dreams they had been having. Each step left a deep shoe shaped hole with mushed bodies at the bottom which disappeared moments later. After a while though more and more of the men had been squished and it was harder and harder to get them. Their were bonus points for the first pair who squished all their crawlers.
Meanwhile, Jennifer had found her way to the bar. She spotted an opening on the far side. She waded through the crowd, oblivious to the male hands and penises she stepped on on her way. As she got closer she realised that the girl with an empty seat to her right was Lynsey. Jennifer patted her friend on the shoulder, moved between the chrome stools and sat on the padded cushion. She wigled her bottom slightly to sit comfortably on the protruding face that formed the centre part of her cushion. Each seat had a man fixed inside. These men had only been altered a little. Their heads would bend back at ninety degrees, and they could, if needs be, hold their breath for hours; although this did cause them great pain. They had also been paralysed so they couldn't move or escape or disturb their user. Each man's penis rested on a board, and if the girl cocked her foot back slightly she could press the head flat beneath her toes. Both Jennifer and Lynsey were doing just that, occasionally turning the foot with a penis beneath left and right, just to add to the man's discomfort. For the men time passed immensely slowly. Their joints ached, their muscles screamed for release, their necks protested at being bent so unnaturally. Their lungs screamed when a fleshy bottom sealed mouth and nose. They sometimes had to inhale noxious smells from their sitter, making them feel dizzy and sick.
The party went on until the next morning, with the girls finding more and more inventive ways of tormenting their male guests. Shrunken men served as cushions on every chair in the dining room. The toilet blocks offered many opportunities for cruel humiliation and abasement. Living spitoons were dotted here and there, to receive any produce that came their way. They doubled as ashtrays and many had their mouths filled with smoked out cigarette butts. Man mats covered the entire floor where the girls who were doing the catering came and went. The caterers all wore black, shiny, block heeled loafers, black tights, black miniskirts and white cotton blouses. They were not witches, they were girls with open minds who enjoyed torturing males and kept what went on at the school very discrete. Their were rooms full of shrunken me whose only role was to get splatted into paste, before being healed and getting splatted again.
Finally the girls were ready to go home. Jennifer didn't forget about the boy she had chosen. With a flick of her wrist she transformed him into her shoe, feeling it change subtly beneath her stockinged sole. He was delighted to be taken, and his heart filled with love and lust for his goddess. Jennifer just laughed.