Party Favors – Expiration Date

The Boswick’s were a wealthy family.  Both parents were executives in the oil industry, their children Sandy and Sean, ages 18 and 15, respectively. Though the kids were healthy and fit, they had received very little real affection, having been raised by a nanny for most of their childhood. Now, with both having attained an age where they could look after themselves, the nanny had been dispensed with, though servants who maintained the estate still frequented the large regal mansion.

As the parents were often away on business trips, like they were today, Sandy had invited her friends over for a party. This was not an uncommon occurrence. Sean, though he was 3 years her junior, was acquainted with most of Sandy’s friends due to the frequency of the parties.

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As Clever pondered the tiny nude boy which she plucked off of her dresser, she thought back to the day of the party.

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She had joined with the other of Sandy’s friends – 9 were invited in total, including 5 boys that had graduated in their class. Of the 10 partygoers (not including Sean), there were two couples, thus 3 girls and 3 boys were unmatched. Clever looked on Sandy’s parties as an opportunity to meet boys and possibly hook up, as the party games tended to devolve into a sexual nature and tonight was no different.

That said, all were upset when Sally’s boyfriend did not make the trip, complaining of feeling ill, and leaving them with an odd number again. Thus, Sandy pressed Sean into joining the group, which he semi-reluctantly agreed to. For though he felt some level of discomfort among the older group, he did find several of Sandy’s girl friends to be attractive.

Clever wasn’t entirely thrilled, being paired with Sandy’s younger brother as, even though she found him cute, she questioned his maturity. Still, she decided to soldier through it and atleast pretend to be having fun. She didn’t want to chance ruining her friendship with the wealthy girl or miss out on future parties at the large estate.

It was not long before Sandy had broken out the hard liquor from the ‘special’ cabinet, long having found the key where her mother kept it. She didn’t actually care for the taste of many of these liquids, but she liked the effect it had on her and her friends.

They had completed a game of beer pong (but using the hard liquor instead of beer) and were in the middle of their spin-the-bottle dare game when 'it' happened.

As they had all sat cross-legged in a circle around the bottle, Sean had let out a high-pitched scream, grabbing at his back, then proceeded to shrink right in front of them all, his body flowing down into his clothes.

Clever had quickly fished out the nude tiny from the clothes as she sat next to him. There were smiles all around, including from Sandy as Clever brought the roughly inch-long boy up to her face to inspect it.

“Ewwww”, Sandy said, her face crinkling into a scowl. She was grossed-out by seeing her brother’s nude body.

Clever had rejected the calls to “eat it” from a few of the others, preferring to take the tiny home with her to play with and saving the eating for later. Instead, she had given it a wet kiss, nearly engulfing it’s face with her lips.

She had looked over to Sandy for her approval, with Sandy simply shrugging as if to state “it’s no biggee.” Meanwhile, a redheaded girl who sat to her right looked on with jealousy.

The tiny had tried to yell something to them, but no one paid it any attention.

Sandy would not have a tiny for a brother and that was that. Her family looked down upon such weak creatures, who were, to them, sub-human. Even lower than the droves of poor people around the world who they deemed a leech on society, being good for nothing but cheap labor. Sandy and Sean had shared this belief with their parents, though both knew that the MSD virus was not a ‘hoax’ as her father liked to insinuate.

Sandy’s parents, having never witnessed a tiny in person, did not really think the virus a threat, preferring to believe it was an overblown excuse to trample their freedoms and raise their taxes. To them, it was an attempt by the 'deep state', the government working in concert with the mainstream media to scare and control people, corralling their behaviors.

“Are you sure it’s alright?”, Clever had asked Sandy as she was leaving for the night, having kept the tiny secure in her fanny pack for the remainder of the night. “What will you tell your parents?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll just make something up. They’ll believe anything”, Sandy had responded.

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It was a full week later when Clever got the invite to Sandy’s next party, a girl’s only event. Everyone was encouraged to bring a shrinky or two. It was not uncommon for shrinkies to be captured or even purchased. There was a black market for such things and most people knew someone (or had friends who knew someone) who had contracted the shrinking virus. Thus, with enough money, it became a simple transactional matter.

Sandy had not called to inquire about her brother’s well-being. Whatever she’d told her parents had obviously been acceptable. It was as though the boy never existed.

Over the course of the previous week, Clever had treated herself to numerous insertions and orgasms at the expense of the tiny Sean. Now, however, as she picked it up, it looked completely spent, denuded of any personality and simply waiting for it’s next usage. All the squeezings and near drownings as the make-shift tip of Clever’s special dildo, done in careless manner without a thought to his own feelings, had left the boy nothing more than a mindless drone. His initial flailings and objections had subsided with each usage. Oh well, she thought as she placed him in a small case within her purse and left for the party.

To Clever, the tiny had outlived it’s usefulness, save for one. Everything had an expiration date.

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