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[EARLY ACCESS] Shrunken on the Celsius - CHAPTER 29
🕑 Added 2024-08-27 08:08:15 +0000 UTCPaine held you in an iron tight grip as she carried you to the bathroom, her cold expression sending a shiver down your spine. She said nothing as she moved, but you could sense the intent behind her actions. When she reached the toilet, she held you up after lifting the lid, dangling you precariously above the water.
Your jaw fell open in terror. Being shoved up her ass had already been bad enough, this was even worse. A shitty scenario, a literal shitty scenario.
Thankfully she had at least flushed before, she didn’t have hygiene as lax as someone like Rikku, say. But nonetheless, it was gross. And you knew that even if it was clean now, it wouldn’t stay that way for long if she decided to use the restroom while you were still in there.
Stomach doing flips inside of you, you braced yourself. Paine seemed to relish in your panic, her smirk growing as she let you hang there, suspended over the toilet bowl.
"You look like you could use a swim," she said, her voice low and threatening, knowing you could easily drown in there.
For a long moment, she simply held you in mid-air, letting the fear build as you stared down at the water below. You couldn't tell if she was serious or just toying with you, but either way, it felt like an eternity before she finally made her decision.
During the entire time she pondered, she swung you back and forth idly, her grip loose enough that it really felt as if you could slip free at any moment. And once you did, what then? Swimming in shit? Drowning when she flushed? A combination of the two?
You felt sick.
With a scoff though, Paine surprised you when she pulled you away from the toilet, rather than condemning you to such a disgusting fate.
"Lucky for you, I've got other plans."
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding as she carried you over to the sink. She turned on the faucet, and the sound of rushing water filled the bathroom. Holding you under the stream, she rinsed you off, the cold water a shock to your system but a relief after all the horrors that you had just endured. It wasn’t the nicest shower in the world but…at least it would make you clean…-er.
Paine's fingers were unyielding as she scrubbed you clean, her expression indifferent as she washed away the grime and sweat. The water was icy, but it felt refreshing against your raw skin. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that, for now at least, the worst was over. What she ultimately planned on doing to you, you really didn’t want to think about. But at least…at least she had allowed you this brief little moment of reprieve.
She continued to wash you, her movements slow and deliberate. She allowed the pad of her thumb to trail down your abdomen, pressing slightly as she moved lower, then pulling back just before it became too much. The cold water mixed with the warmth of her touch created a confusing blend of sensations that left you squirming, though whether from discomfort or something else, you couldn’t be sure.
Paine's smirk widened as she observed your helplessness. She tilted you under the stream once more, letting the water pour over you while her fingers slid over your back, kneading the muscles as if she were giving you a massage. The duality of her touch—both rough and gentle—kept you on edge, unable to predict what she might do next.
“You’re so small,” she whispered, her tone almost affectionate, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her true intentions. “I could do anything to you, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”
Looking up into her eyes, you shuddered. They were slightly glazed over, with a mysterious…lustful look in them. That was what it genuinely seemed like. Lust.
After she was satisfied, Paine turned off the faucet and held you up to inspect her work. "You're still disgusting," she muttered, though there was a hint of something almost playful in her tone. "But I guess that'll have to do."
Her pale thumb stroked down your body again once she had you flipped over in her palms once more, her black-painted nail trailing lower than before this time and coming to settle above your crotch. With a firm press, she dug her digit against you, circling a few times, twiddling your tiny cock and causing you to freeze up with a mix of arousal and shock.
“I don’t think you’ll be satisfying any girls with this tiny thing.” she muttered, tilting her head, clearly a little amused by being able to play with you like some erotic little doll. You flushed and glanced aside, actually feeling the sting of her words.
If the girls were as tiny as me, it wouldn’t be a problem… You thought to yourself, bitterly.
Paine rubbed her thumb a little faster, with more vigor, picking up increased friction against your skin and building the heat and tension to the point that your hips couldn’t help but buck against her. Her painted lips cracked open into an amused, twisted smile. How funny…you were clearly enjoying this…
“Is that your fetish? Being treated like a worthless ant? Because you sure are getting turned on right now…”
She commented, and with a few more well-timed circles of her thumb, she managed to bring you to climax. Your tiny body jolted and shuddered, cum busting out of your tip and splattering against her hand.
“Wow.” she looked bemused as she lifted her thumb up to her lips and parted them, sliding it in between the pillowy surfaces and sucking the cum clean off.
You watched her with a mixture of awe and fear. It actually seemed like she’d gotten her own pleasure out of that. For a brief, foolish moment, you wondered if maybe it would be enough to convince her not to brutally kill you after all. To actually let you live, even if it was just as some sort of sex toy for her.
However, the way her gaze sharpened, red-eyed and evil as it focused on you again, made you freeze.
“Count yourself lucky, teeny.” she poked your cheek harshly with her other finger, grinning excitedly, “I wanted to make you feel good. Give you just a little something.”
She chuckled darkly.
“One last hurrah before the end.”
