Misplaced Punishment: Fast Food

The next morning Chase felt his sock prison swing back and forth like a clock pendulum. He’d managed some sleep that night, but it was hard to tell what was a nightmare and what was reality. The bruises he had suffered at his mother’s rough treatment had for the most part healed due to his medium toughness setting, but the shock at having been spanked viciously lingered. He couldn’t remember the last time she had done it – probably when he was six or seven – and it had never been like that. He just wanted to put all this behind him as soon as possible. As soon as he was let out of the sock, he would find a way to make his mom realize it was him and get her to use his phone to resize him back to normal. Though it was Saturday, he had agreed to join some of his teammates for an unscheduled practice. He always looked forward to joking and playing with the guys. Feeling his mother’s downward movement stabilize, he realized she’d made the ground floor. He made his mind up he would never try the app again.

He could faintly see through the fabric of the sock and as far as he could tell his mother was carrying him to the foyer. “Hey Chelsea!” Caroline’s voice called. Through the side of the sock Chase could see his Aunt getting her shoes on, her luggage already by the front door. He shook in fear as she approached the giantess, then let out a small scream as he realized what was happening.

“I found your little perv running around last night sis,” Caroline told her sister as she finished tying her shoes, “I gave him a thorough cleaning, but next time let the creep out somewhere else, okay?”

Chelsea took an extra moment tying her shoes when she heard her sister’s statement. She was wearing her baggy light blue jogger jacket with matching skirt, wanting to be comfortable for her drive home. Let him out?, Chelsea asked herself, He’s still squirming in my ass right now! She remembered her match from the previous night. With all the wine she’d drunk, it had nearly slipped her mind. Did Chase have a friend sleep over?, she wondered. I bet that’s why he was within such a close range. She was sucking on a starmint she had procured from Caroline’s candy bowl on the fireplace mantle. The motion got her to thinking about eating a shrinky. The idea of gobbling up one of her nephew’s jock friends tickled her innards. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Chelsea stood up with a conspiratorial smile on her lips. She decided to play along. 

“Oh, did you give him a show too?” she asked her older sister, talking around the mint as she squeezed her butt cheeks together, sucking the actual pervert deeper into her ass. She saw Caroline had a little squirming figure in a sock. It was starting to make sounds too. She reached out and took the sock from her, quickly muffling the tiny squeaks as she gently squeezed the contents, then stuffed it in her jacket pocket. Just in case it was indeed one of Chase’s friends, it wouldn’t do for Caroline to hear and pick up on the tiny’s voice. 

“He didn’t get much of a show,” Caroline said as Chelsea took the little pervert from her. “But he was quite the squirmer!”

Chase tried to yell as Chelsea’s hand wrapped around his cotton prison, but her hand fully encompassed him. Then he was stuffed into a tight area, his little body tightly wound up like a pretzel in the fabric. He may have spent the night in a terror-and-confusion induced panic, but he knew for sure he didn’t want to go with Chelsea. She was the one that mentioned Tiny Tinder and got him interested enough in it to download in the first place! And though he knew she loved him and would never harm him, he remembered how callous she sounded when describing what she had done to other boys she shrank down. But what if she, like his mother, didn’t recognize him? And if she did, he thought she might be just kinky enough where she might take advantage of his situation anyway and have a little fun at his expense. He was torn between being intrigued and anxious.

Chelsea said her goodbyes to Caroline, which always made the two of them a little sad. They were very close sisters, even though they lived quite far away. But the two were happy knowing that on their next visit, Caroline would be heading out to Chelsea’s home by the beach.

And Chelsea was happy knowing she had another toy, wrapped in a sock and tucked in her jacket pocket.

--

On the outskirts of town, Chelsea made a special point to pull into a Comet Coffee parking lot once she left. Her starmint had long since melted in her mouth and she was feeling peckish. She pulled the sock from her jacket pocket, undid the knot, and dumped out another tiny into her hand.

Chase was a bit sweaty and chaste – his body felt clammy and moist. Though his mother had cleaned him earlier, being rolled up in a sock in his aunt’s pocket had left him hot and bothered. He looked up at his aunt, almost in a trance. With her hair up in a pony tail, her perfect tan and her sun glasses on, he thought she looked pretty hot.

“Are you the little guy I randomly matched with last night?”, she asked as she held him up to her face, her nose under his crotch, sniffing him and wondering which of Chase’s friends she was holding as she enjoyed his musky scent. “Mmmm, smells like teen spirit”, she mocked, pleasantly noticing his youthfulness and his stiffening little member which was twitching to life and gaining prominence. She’d seen this before with several young males – she liked to call it a ‘fear boner’.

Chase couldn’t help himself, being shrunk and nude and manhandled by his attractive aunt, her sniffing his package had sent his arousal soaring on it’s own nonsensical adventure. Her minty fresh breath wafting over him didn’t help things either. The neurons in his brain were playing second fiddle at this point as his appendage seemed to have a mind of it’s own. He quickly tried to cover his modesty.

Lowering her palm somewhat, she rotated it, admiring his physique. Whoever the youth was, he was in fantastic shape. Her salivary glands began to secrete copious amounts which flowed along her gums and into the sides of her cheeks at the idea of slurping on his flesh to find out if he tasted as succulent as he looked. For a few more moments, Chelsea continued to admire the exquisitely fit and youthful body of the shrinky – yes, she would enjoy slowly gobbling this one all up – before focusing on it’s face. Chelsea’s eyes narrowed as she realized the tiny looked familiar. With deliberate speed, she raised her sunglasses to her forehead.

“Holy shit! Chase?!!”

Chase tried to stand, but Chelsea immediately shook her hand and he fell to his hands and knees on her palm. He started to yell, then saw the look on her face. Yes it was shock. Yes it was confusion. But there was something else there. Was it excitement? Desire?

“So you were the one I matched with last night?”, she asked and knew the truth as she said it. He nodded ashamedly. She had no idea her nephew was such a little perv. Clearly, she thought, he must want to be sexually abused based on the open-ended settings on his request. She marveled at the situation. Here was her own nephew, a boy who she had just remembered thinking was flowering into a young man, and now he was in the palm of her hand, weighing barely more than a few ounces. What an amazing thing to have occurred.

Chase got slowly to his feet and looked back up at Chelsea. She looked deep in thought, her eyes had a faraway look in them, even though she was peering directly at him. Using the index finger of her free hand, she gently pried his hands apart, allowing his quivering manifestation back into the open air. As she continued to scrutinize the situation, she lightly caressed up and down the length of his burgeoning manhood with her fingernail. Though it felt good to Chase, it did nothing to quell the awkwardness and anxiety he was feeling, and his cock sprung out to it’s maximum length, girth and hardness.

The awkwardness continued for several quiet moments. Chelsea marveled at her lucky catch and the naivete of her sister to have bypassed the deed herself. Everything now began to make sense.

"Yup", she whispered to herself as she continued her ministrations of his tiny dick, "and he's just the perfect size." Caroline will never suspect. She thought it was some other kid. The thought was wicked, she knew, but it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. This was the type of experience that would make memories to last a lifetime. And though she liked Chase, he was, at the end of the day, still just a boy. And boys needed to be put in their proper place. 

Though proud of his body, Chase was a bit taken aback by the attention his aunt was giving his erection. He tried to push her finger away. To Chase, as he watched her expectantly for several seconds, it seemed his aunt had made up her mind on something. He couldn’t quite make out what she was mumbling about, but her pupils once again came into focus on him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. There’ll be none of that”, she scolded softly as she saw him try to cover up his nudity, demonstrating that she was the one in control and that he was in no position to deny her. “Well Chase, I’ve got good news and more good news and bad news,” she announced to Chase as her hand rocked back and forth, due to her using her other hand to pull her already moist panties aside underneath her skirt. She knew a moral Rubicon was being crossed and there was no going back from it – that she just had to own it.

“The good news is, since you weren’t made supertough, I can’t add you to my permanent collection or fulfill my dream of someday having both my holes filled with forever tinies”, Chelsea said, her speech altered as she slurred her words slightly, the effect of a subliminal buildup of saliva that made her speak carefully to keep from drooling.

Chase felt a sense of relief, but was astonished that his aunt would even consider such an option for him. A sense of foreboding began to creep into his psyche.

“And I’ve got more good news”, she continued in a chipper manner though her voice began to take on a raspy deeper tone in light of her plans as she watched him closely, “thanks to your agreement on the app, I can unshrink you whenever I want!”

Chase breathed a thankful sigh as he nervously waited for what the 'bad news' would be. Unfortunately, he couldn’t control his little self as it had begun to erect as soon as he had been pulled out of the sock and had betrayed him ever since. “Thank god. Aunt Chels, can’t you simply re…”

Panties out of the way, Chelsea lowered the fingers from her free hand under the steering wheel. “The bad news is”, she interrupted him, smacking her lips, “I've got several hours left on my trip and I'm REALLY hungry and there's not a restaurant or cafe enroute for a hundred miles. And you…,” she paused, noticing the wide-eyed look and growing frown on his face, leaving the last part unsaid - you look simply dee-lish! She shook her hand again, making Chase lose his balance and fall on all fours onto her palm. The last thing she needed was for him to escape with all the tight places to hide in the vehicle.

“Wait! What-...?” Chase protested in shock as he got a sinking feeling about what his aunt had in mind. He let out a pathetic cry as he suddenly felt the ground (her palm) beneath him shake violently and he tumbled forward and down. Before he could react, he felt her fingers curl around his body, completely immobilizing him as his arms were pinned to his sides. He felt a rush of air as his body was hefted upwards, his legs kicking wildly about as they hung free.

She knew when he figured out what the bad news was, right around the same time her fingers entered her shaved snatch. “Now get in here”, Chelsea said and brought her hand quickly toward her mouth, his body being propelled face-first.

When he saw where he was headed, Chase had just enough time to scream, “Aunt Chelseeeee…”, as he was accelerated straight into his Aunt’s steamy, moist mouth. 

Chase’s body was only ingested up to his waist, his legs kicking wildly behind him as his penis jutted against her lower lip, his abdomen scraping against her teeth as she opened her mouth wider. The warm lips engulfed him immediately, but he realized his legs were still free. He tried desperately to find purchase and push back on her tongue, but her hand adjusted so quickly he barely had time to try to slow his envelopment when her fingers pushed on his lower back and legs. At the same time, he felt her gulp and the suction along with the upward movement of her tongue between his legs humped him forward and he became fully immersed in darkness. In a moment he was swished and swirled around and hit something soft on the side of her tongue.

“Noooo!...ugh, Oh no!...mmhff”, he screamed as he struggled against her tongue and the buckets of saliva drenching him, some of it entering his own mouth and stifling his attempts at speech. He pushed outward urgently with his arms to try and get enough room to think.

With her nephew firmly in place, Chelsea began fingering herself wildly and began slowly accelerating her vehicle towards the parking lot exit. “Mmmm, oh yeahhhh”, she moaned as his abdomen wiggled against her taste buds. She giggled as she felt his tiny package quiver, the tip of her tongue continuing to snake between his kicking legs and lather his tiny penis. He tasted pretty much like all the previous boys she’d had in her mouth – a bit salty, but good. She loved the supple texture of his flesh as she rolled her tongue around his abdomen and glutes, lathering them. And his little thing was very hard – so hard, like a tiny piece of iron. The fact that he was fit and that it was her nephew and that he’d been completely surprised somehow added to his flavor.

She quickly checked her rearview mirror to make sure nobody else was coming, then cranked the radio as she pulled out of the parking lot, happy to let some classic rock get her long drive home started. Chelsea barely made it onto the freeway before she bundled the tiny boy into her throat, flipping him upwards with her tongue as he lay face first over it and tried valiantly to hug it with his shoulders and legs. Hitting the roof of her mouth made his limbs sprawl, then he slid down into the cavity, where she swallowed him whole. Her esophageal muscles made quick work of him and he was squeezed helplessly down. She was able to detect every part of his body as it descended and, with his squirming along with her anal toys’ efforts, brought Chelsea to her first orgasm of the drive, causing her car to swerve for a moment.

“Yummy yummy, in my tummy”, she yelled, bringing the automobile under control, “Only five hours to go!” she said in a singsong voice as she merged with traffic. She let loose with herself, shaking her head side to side and swinging her hair, singing loudly with the music.

Epilogue

This had been an awesome trip home, one she would remember longingly for a long time.

She had become wet when she had decided to eat her snack and when she saw that it was her nephew in the sock, her pussy juices had really begun to flow.

She could feel the squirming in her tummy. She knew that he'd been shrunk medium-tough, so he'd last most of the way before being digested. It was a feeling that she loved and hoped she would never get used to. Chase was the twelfth such snack she’d had since she began using the app, but he was the first tiny she had really known. Something about that made her orgasm that much more intense. He even tasted better than any other she had consumed. He would definitely replace the basketball player as her new favorite. Not that she could brag about it, though.

She rubbed herself again at the remembrance of the two large gulps it had taken to devour Chase, her throat massaging his frantically twisting and flailing body slowly down her gullet. She imagined the utter terror and helplessness he must have felt and it made her smile. She knew it was wrong on so many levels, but that was how she loved her young prey.

--

Chase lasted most of the trip back home. Chelsea finally felt him go silent and stop moving with less than a half hour left. Like all of her previous ‘conquests’, she knew that the medium tough setting had eventually been overwhelmed by her stomach acids and his fit little body had been slurried into mush, feeding nutrients into her body. For Chelsea, it had been the best trip she’d ever taken, with countless orgasms.

She called Caroline to let her know that she had gotten home safely and thanked her again for the hospitality and told her she couldn’t wait to see her and Chase again. She slept very soundly that night, even taking out her little anal toy to give him a rest.

The next morning, as she sat on the toilet, she carefully plucked Chase’s remains from her stool. Being semi-tough, his little skeleton had survived digestion pretty much intact. She gently set his remains in a little box and dug up a little out-of-the-way spot in her garden just outside her sliding back door. Setting the little box inside, she scraped the small amount of dirt back over it. She even wrote a little card to act as a tombstone for him, writing “In memory of my dear nephew Chase. He was very tasty.”

There was a sound behind her. Turning back, she saw her daughter Trinity in her slippers and PJs. The fourteen year old was rubbing the sand from her eyes and asked, “Whatcha doin’ mom?”

As ever, Chelsea was as cool as a cucumber. She stood up, replying, “Just a little gardening dear.” Calmly, she took Trinity’s arm and escorted her back inside the house, “let’s get you some breakfast”.

Of course, she would never show the spot to any friends or family, but it was a way for her to forever trigger that special memory of Chase when she saw it. In a way, he would be hers, forever.

The End