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Here is an old pic that I never posted. @ AnomanderRake21 was cool enough to write a story for it. It's awesome. Check it out!

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He curled up inside the paper bag and tried to stay completely still. His shelter jounced, and his ears were assaulted by frantic sniffing sounds. Then, a young female voice tore the sky: "Bella, what's got into you?. Come here". The jouncing and the sniffing were replaced by a receding thumping of the ground. Ben carefully stuck his head out of the bag. He held his breath when the behemoth of a husky turned around, still looking for him. The teen casually scrolling through her phone with her free hand, pulled the dog's leash abruptly. The dog obeyed her owner. Ben's heart skipped a beat at the simple display of a power that could move a cruiser. He let out a shy of relief, crawled out of the paper bag and resumed his journey.

It was still early in the morning, people were going to their jobs. The sky was clear, but the concrete under his bare feet still felt cold from last night's downpour. Ben kept to the far side of the pavement to avoid being seen. His instinct told him to not trust strangers. Moreover, he didn't want to risk the reaction of bleary-eyed giants seeing something weird at their feet. Ben ignored the foul smells and the greasy stains and kept moving forward. He came upon a large pool of water. Just as he was thinking about taking a detour, the ground started to rumble again. It was a college girl on her bike. Believing that she would try to avoid the pool, Ben waded waist deep into the foul water. The two spiked wheels, big as Ferris wheels, cut easily through the water, rising a tsunami that engulfed Ben and threw him straight into the dirty water. As he was getting out of the water, Ben saw his reflection in the water. He barely recognized himself. From a young man full of hopes and dreams to this shell of a human, haggard, and scared of everything.

How can a person's life change in a single moment. Ben wasn't a bad person. He had landed his first big promotion, which allowed him to rent his own apartment, just two blocks away from his single mother's home because he wanted to visit her as often as time permitted. A fine apartment building with fine neighbors. Except one, Gretchen. That ugly weirdo with the disgusting tattoos, the thin lips and the wicked smile. Gretchen was a tattoo artist and although she could afford the apartment, she was the oddity in an otherwise well-respected neighborhood. Everyone was avoiding her and Ben, for no apparent reason other than following the herd mentality, did the same. Then, one day, when he had received a dressing down from his supervisor, he heard a knock on his door. Gretchen had taken the liberty to ask him out on a date. In a bad mood and blinded by his anger, Ben laughed right in her face: "The hell will freeze before you see any joy between your legs, you ugly bitch". She didn't get mad or cry. Instead, she produced a pen out of her pocket. The last thing Ben saw, before he lost his senses, was a bright white light.

They say that you must stop dwelling on your mistakes, if you didn't intend to hurt someone. Ben, or rather the shrunken version of him, had spent the last six months ruminating. Gretchen kept him in an empty aquarium. She had given him three jumpsuits with the words "slave", "pet" and "bitch" to wear. Ben dreaded the sound of her keys in the lock every evening. It was time for his "new career". Gretchen would sit on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. Ben would spend the next few hours licking, massaging, and applying lotion to her soles. Then she would use him as a dildo until he almost snapped in two before dropping his near-unconscious body in the aquarium. Occasionally, a man named Tim would come to fuck her. After they were done, Gretchen would drop him in her panties, where Ben would have to spend the night in her freshly fucked hairy pussy.

"Keep moving on", Ben shook the memory away and continued on his path. After a left turn, he arrived at his destination. He could see "Missing" signs with his face. He knew that the prudent thing would be to wait, but Ben couldn't help it. He began to climb the first step to reach the threshold. Suddenly, the front door swung open. There she stood, in knee-high boots, jeans, and the blouse Ben had given her for her last birthday. She looked disheartened. Then she started to walk down the stairs. Ben's world shook, he lost his balance and fell. Her left foot landed with a huge thud on the pavement and he managed to roll to his side just before her right boot landed on him. She was looking at his picture and she was crying. Ben waved at her like a mad man. She looked down and their eyes met. Then her face turned into a grimace: "Damn pests" escaped her mouth, and with the side of her boot she kicked him away.

"Can't give up, now", Ben got up and ran toward her as she was getting in her car. Not taking the usual precautions, not caring about the steps of people. Not seeing the huge shadow falling upon him. Three fingers, big as oak trees, grabbed his head and plucked him off the street. When he was turned around, he was greeted by a familiar psychotic smile. Gretchen brought him close to her face. Her breath washed over him: "Gotcha, little bitch. Did you really think i hadn't done my homework on you?".

Ben resumed his routine immediately. That night, Tim came by. Ben expected to go into the drawer, but Gretchen brought him to her face: "Quite the escape artist, aren't you? Let's see how you'll escape this". She lowered him down and Ben began screaming when he saw his final destination. Gretchen laid on her bed and spread her legs in a missionary position. After the act, she took Ben's broken body out of her pussy and threw it in the bowl. She took a long pee and then, without even looking, she flushed him down.

Description

Here is an old pic that I never posted. @ AnomanderRake21 was cool enough to write a story for it. It's awesome. Check it out!

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He curled up inside the paper bag and tried to stay completely still. His shelter jounced, and his ears were assaulted by frantic sniffing sounds. Then, a young female voice tore the sky: "Bella, what's got into you?. Come here". The jouncing and the sniffing were replaced by a receding thumping of the ground. Ben carefully stuck his head out of the bag. He held his breath when the behemoth of a husky turned around, still looking for him. The teen casually scrolling through her phone with her free hand, pulled the dog's leash abruptly. The dog obeyed her owner. Ben's heart skipped a beat at the simple display of a power that could move a cruiser. He let out a shy of relief, crawled out of the paper bag and resumed his journey.

It was still early in the morning, people were going to their jobs. The sky was clear, but the concrete under his bare feet still felt cold from last night's downpour. Ben kept to the far side of the pavement to avoid being seen. His instinct told him to not trust strangers. Moreover, he didn't want to risk the reaction of bleary-eyed giants seeing something weird at their feet. Ben ignored the foul smells and the greasy stains and kept moving forward. He came upon a large pool of water. Just as he was thinking about taking a detour, the ground started to rumble again. It was a college girl on her bike. Believing that she would try to avoid the pool, Ben waded waist deep into the foul water. The two spiked wheels, big as Ferris wheels, cut easily through the water, rising a tsunami that engulfed Ben and threw him straight into the dirty water. As he was getting out of the water, Ben saw his reflection in the water. He barely recognized himself. From a young man full of hopes and dreams to this shell of a human, haggard, and scared of everything.

How can a person's life change in a single moment. Ben wasn't a bad person. He had landed his first big promotion, which allowed him to rent his own apartment, just two blocks away from his single mother's home because he wanted to visit her as often as time permitted. A fine apartment building with fine neighbors. Except one, Gretchen. That ugly weirdo with the disgusting tattoos, the thin lips and the wicked smile. Gretchen was a tattoo artist and although she could afford the apartment, she was the oddity in an otherwise well-respected neighborhood. Everyone was avoiding her and Ben, for no apparent reason other than following the herd mentality, did the same. Then, one day, when he had received a dressing down from his supervisor, he heard a knock on his door. Gretchen had taken the liberty to ask him out on a date. In a bad mood and blinded by his anger, Ben laughed right in her face: "The hell will freeze before you see any joy between your legs, you ugly bitch". She didn't get mad or cry. Instead, she produced a pen out of her pocket. The last thing Ben saw, before he lost his senses, was a bright white light.

They say that you must stop dwelling on your mistakes, if you didn't intend to hurt someone. Ben, or rather the shrunken version of him, had spent the last six months ruminating. Gretchen kept him in an empty aquarium. She had given him three jumpsuits with the words "slave", "pet" and "bitch" to wear. Ben dreaded the sound of her keys in the lock every evening. It was time for his "new career". Gretchen would sit on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. Ben would spend the next few hours licking, massaging, and applying lotion to her soles. Then she would use him as a dildo until he almost snapped in two before dropping his near-unconscious body in the aquarium. Occasionally, a man named Tim would come to fuck her. After they were done, Gretchen would drop him in her panties, where Ben would have to spend the night in her freshly fucked hairy pussy.

"Keep moving on", Ben shook the memory away and continued on his path. After a left turn, he arrived at his destination. He could see "Missing" signs with his face. He knew that the prudent thing would be to wait, but Ben couldn't help it. He began to climb the first step to reach the threshold. Suddenly, the front door swung open. There she stood, in knee-high boots, jeans, and the blouse Ben had given her for her last birthday. She looked disheartened. Then she started to walk down the stairs. Ben's world shook, he lost his balance and fell. Her left foot landed with a huge thud on the pavement and he managed to roll to his side just before her right boot landed on him. She was looking at his picture and she was crying. Ben waved at her like a mad man. She looked down and their eyes met. Then her face turned into a grimace: "Damn pests" escaped her mouth, and with the side of her boot she kicked him away.

"Can't give up, now", Ben got up and ran toward her as she was getting in her car. Not taking the usual precautions, not caring about the steps of people. Not seeing the huge shadow falling upon him. Three fingers, big as oak trees, grabbed his head and plucked him off the street. When he was turned around, he was greeted by a familiar psychotic smile. Gretchen brought him close to her face. Her breath washed over him: "Gotcha, little bitch. Did you really think i hadn't done my homework on you?".

Ben resumed his routine immediately. That night, Tim came by. Ben expected to go into the drawer, but Gretchen brought him to her face: "Quite the escape artist, aren't you? Let's see how you'll escape this". She lowered him down and Ben began screaming when he saw his final destination. Gretchen laid on her bed and spread her legs in a missionary position. After the act, she took Ben's broken body out of her pussy and threw it in the bowl. She took a long pee and then, without even looking, she flushed him down.