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[ENG]Midnight snack of Giant baseball player
🕑 Added 2023-08-09 10:12:42 +0000 UTCAs one would expect, it's empty at this time of night."
It is already 1:00 am. The training room, which during the day is lined with a lot of "in use" signs, now has only a few red lights among the many green lamps.
I chose an empty room nearby and put my hand on the doorknob.
I put my hand on the doorknob. "Food, food... ......, ......?"
Just as I was about to open the door, someone came out of the next room. The body of Megumi was illuminated by the faint backlight. The movement of bending down and diving all the way through the door of the training room, which is not small by any means. Just by looking at the movement of the figure, I immediately recognize it as one of my friends. There are only three other people in this school besides me who have such a strong sense of humor. Well, there aren't that many physical idiots training this late to begin with. He seems to have noticed me, too, and turns to face me with his hand raised lightly.
"Hey Alex," he said, "did you just finish? You just finished?
Yeah, I went for a short swim to relieve myself. You're at ....... You're training now, right?
Alex is dressed in an expensive top and bottom sweatshirt set and has moist, wet black hair that he lightly sprays with a towel. He's always been a very mature guy by day, and he's not quite 15, but with his hair down, he looks just a little bit younger than he is now." It's not hard to imagine what the "distraction" might be, but I don't dare ask.
No, that was done a while ago. I've been moving around a lot,...... and I'm hungry."
I looked at him with a look of dismay. You mean the evening meal.
I'd like a distraction, too," he said. I'd like to get rid of some of the distractions and refresh myself. You want to go with me?
No, I don't think so. I have to study business administration from now on. Invite me again.
I waved my hand in reply to Alex as he walked away. I'm going to go to ...... and have a meal now. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good time. The door closed and locked automatically with a clunk. The inside of the room is very simple. There are lockers and benches in a small room about four tatami mats in size that also serves as a changing room, and there is a shower booth attached to the room. On the wall opposite the entrance is a large (shorter than my height) iron door.
I decided to change my shoes for the time being.
I sit down on a chair with a thud, pull out my spikes, and put them on. Now I'm wearing uniform pants and socks on the bottom and an undergarment on top. My shoes were my training shoes during the practice I had just been doing. After tying my shoelaces tightly, I stand up and walk over to the mirror. The picture doesn't show his neck and above, but at this point it can't be helped.
Hehehe......As expected, I have a nice body, me.
I'm going to be able to do a pose like a bodybuilder. I am totally in love with my physique. I am confident that I can beat anyone when it comes to the thickness of my body. My arms are so big and bulging that they look as if they could have been filled with hard balls. My abs are so ripped you can see their silhouette even through his undershirt. MY breasts were so firm that she could have ripped her shirt off if I really put her mind to it. My thighs are as thick as a woman's torso. My thighs and buttocks were so thick that they were pushed apart, making her pants squeal. And between those thighs, sitting in the center of my body, is my cock.
I look at it again and see that it's big here too. ......
It's so swollen that even if you don't do anything with it, it's still there, and it shows everyone around you that it's there. At least, no one else in the department is this bulky. The first thing to remember is that when we all compared our bulges, it was only when I had a full erection that I was able to beat my normal erection. And that was only the top ones, most of them were not even close to me. I've never seen the looks on their faces when I gave them a full erection. ......It really felt good, that thing. I'm not sure how much I'd like to see them do it again. I'd like to stick it right in front of their faces and slap them all in the balls. It would be fun to teach them what it means to be a real man.
Oh, ......, that's so bad."
The man himself got a full blown erection as he was letting his fantasies run rampant. I knew that waiting would not make it go away, so I decided to get on with it. I move in front of the iron door with a slightly awkward gait.
The setting is ......, about 50 times today, and after ...... it's always the same.
Enter your training preferences into the special app on your phone and match them with your academic information. After completing the login to the server and seeing the words "Please hold it over the authentication terminal," he moves his phone closer to the black terminal attached to the steel door. After waiting a few seconds, I heard a beep and the iron door was unlocked. That's a signal that it's ready to go.
Okay, let's go! Wait for me~~, my food!"
With a clank, he turns down the iron doorknob. The door opens with a click, and I step out into the bright light.
A smack. Crackle. Gusyaa. He crushes the things under his feet mercilessly, but he doesn't pay any attention to them. It's the usual thing.
As I close the door behind me, my vision gradually returns. The sky is bright. I see, it's a day game. I look down and see the food I've ordered.
Oh, there they are!
There they are!" A small, toy-like baseball field spread out before me. Yes, I had chosen tinies professional baseball player for my evening meal. The training room is one of our school's most advanced technologies, and I don't know how it works, but a space is formed on the other side of the steel door as pre-set by a terminal. In other words, it is easy to prepare a ground or gymnasium with the right temperature, or a sandy beach for running. However, as in this case, the ability to choose the "midget's world" for the training room is a privilege reserved for S-class students only. The use of the "midget's world" is not permitted to ordinary students. The sense of superiority alone is irresistible, but there is no need to clean up afterwards, and you can eat as much as you like. I like to eat and destroy anyway, and there is no better environment than this for me. And to be able to eat all the meat you want from professional athletes, which is a luxury food, is a dream come true.
I'm going to go a little bit closer. ...... Wait for me. ......!"
As I was about to step out, I looked down at my feet and saw that they were in terrible shape. The right foot had crushed several mid-rise buildings together, and the entire surrounding area was a pile of rubble, including what would have been knocked down by the impact of landing.
Left foot was comfortably blocking a two-lane road, and his overhanging toe and heel were completely trampling buildings along the way. Under my foot, the unlucky bus was a slab of steel with its head and butt left behind. I can see dwarfs coming out of the stuck car that crashed into my leg, desperately trying to escape into the distance.
I'm trying, but it's a little late for that."
With my feet on the ground, I lightly reel them off to the side in a soccer-like motion. With a loud "zuggagangan! With a loud "ZU-GU-GUN!" sound, a number of small radio-controlled cars that had been chained together in a ball-and-pole formation flew through the air. And, of course, the dwarfs nearby. My feet were bigger than a large truck. They would have died when they hit the ground.
I'm not in the mood for this," he said, "......! Food, food!
The city destruction is moderate and we head for the ballpark. People cowering in the streets, cars stranded, buildings of all sizes, overpasses. Nothing can stop me. I kicked and crushed without mercy, and everything I passed was equally reduced to a pile of rubble.
"Okay, I'm here."
In seconds, I had traveled a distance that would have taken tinies several minutes to cover, and I looked down at the stadium below. I looked down at the stadium and saw that a game was in progress. The players are crouched down in their positions. The sudden appearance of the Titans had made it impossible to play the game, but they were too shaken up to move, or something like that. Well, something like that.
"Hey, you little guys! Let me watch the game too!"
I sat down, put my face close to the ground and smiled at him. Then, as if scared by my size, the screams of the food, or rather the tinies, echoed through the toy-like stadium.
Aaaaahhhh! Oh, here come the giants!
We have to get out of here, quickly. ！！！！！
'No, no, no,！！！！！ They'll trample us down！！！！！"
Oh, oh, oh, they're crying,screaming,and peeing. They look alive and well, but they don't taste so good when eaten raw. Except if you mince them and make a hamburger steak or something. I think I'll just have the main dish for now.
I'm interrupting you! Come on, get out of my way, if you don't want to get crushed by my big ass!
Well, I know you can't evacuate in an instant like that. If we wait for them to evacuate, we'll lose daylight. I give them some token advice and lift them to their feet. The screams of the little guys get louder, but I ignore them and stomp down on the outfield bleachers on either side. It's nice to see the giant spikes tearing them to shreds and then crumbling down the chain of events. I tuck the back screen under my crotch and slowly sit back down as it were.
'See, you're gonna get crushed if you keep this up, huh? Try to escape! If you can get away with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The screams coming from under my ass got louder as I shook my buttocks to show them off. The thought of hundreds of little people screaming helplessly under my buttocks sent shivers down my spine.
All right, time's up! I'm sitting down!"
I sit down, crushing the tablet-sized back screen. I wonder what it feels like to have an ass so big it covers the sky. It's a little person petit-bombing mixed with the sensation of the ballpark crushing under my ass, and it's a bittersweet sensation. I looked around briefly and saw that most of the bleachers on the outfield side had been destroyed by the impact of me sitting down. Damn, they're too weak fuf.
How many innings are you guys playing? Which side is winning?
I sat back down on the completely caved-in ground and called out to the players, who were on the ground crying.
I should have looked at the scoreboard before I crushed them. The players are frantically saying something, but I can't hear them clearly because the crowd's screams are too loud.
Hey, shut the hell up. Quiet down a bit."
I tried to be as gentle as possible, but it had the opposite effect. I don't know if he was that scared of me, but every time I took an action, he would scream, and to be honest, it was getting a little annoying.
I even tried to put my ear as close as I could, but it was no use, I couldn't hear it. ......Ah, it's so frustrating.
I can't hear the important part! You can't hear the important part! Shut up, you garbage worms! ！！！！！"
The ballpark instantly quieted down as he smashed about a third of the remaining bleachers with his palm. If you can't do it, you should have done it from the beginning.
As a result of asking the players, the game was already in the top of the ninth inning. The score was 4-5 in favor of the home side. Damn, I should have come a little earlier.
I see. Well, let's continue the game now. The winner gets a prize. The loser will be eaten to me.
As soon as I said that, a pit in my stomach rumbled loudly. It was a pretty big one, so from their point of view, it must have sounded like a rumbling of the earth. The remaining tinies in the audience were crying. They were so noisy that I ate a few of them. Since they have little muscle, many of them are full of oil or have little meat on the bones and skin.
I told him to go to ...... and get on with it.
I thought I would be allowed to see what a professional tinies looked like, but there was no sign of a match starting anytime soon. When I took a closer look at what the players were doing, I found that they were all standing around dumbfounded, crouched on the ground, or even trying to escape somehow.
Are you guys ...... making fun of me?"
I picked up the guy who was trying to escape and lifted him up in front of my face. He seemed to be frantically flailing about, but when he saw my face, he looked down and then stopped moving, as if he had lost his energy.
'Get on with it or I'll eat you all up like ...... this guy!
I picked at my clothes with my fingernails and ripped them off. The right arm was torn off due to a mistake in strength, but there was nothing to be done. He throws the peeled garbage away and throws the midget into his mouth. At first, it was flailing around on my tongue, but it gradually slowed down, and when I pressed my tongue against its upper jaw with my tongue, it stopped moving with a buzzing sensation. When I bit into it, the taste of blood and raw meat slowly spread in my mouth. If you are going to eat raw meat, it should be from a man with muscles. The taste of the meat is strong, and the meat is thick and tasty.
If you don't want to end up like this, get on with it, will you?
I licked my tongue and the rest of the little guys started screaming again, but remembering that I had just smashed their stand, they desperately tried to keep their voices down and began to get ready to go. After a few minutes of looking down on the midgets from above, the umpire called for the game to resume. The umpire called for the game to resume.
Oh, it's going to start? I'm looking forward to professional baseball!
The top of the ninth inning opened with the fate of the tinies and my stomach on the line. The visitors were losing at the moment, so if they didn't score here, they would go straight to my stomach.
The game was small, but I felt like a pro. It's natural, but their movements are different from those of high school students. But to be honest, I was better than him. Well, I feel sorry for these guys if I compare them to me. It's only natural that tinies is no match for a giant.
It's hard to follow a ball like a grain of sand with the naked eye, but it's fun to see the whole thing from right above. When the ball is hit and I see the little guys moving around, I want to step on them and crush them, but I try my best to hold back. The rules were made just for fun, but it was surprisingly interesting to watch, and I ended up genuinely enjoying myself. But that was only at the beginning.
I thought to myself, "...... Come on, man, play a decent game, it's boring."
The current defense is the home team, but the pitcher is not in great shape. They have already scored five runs with one out left to take over. The pitcher who got the first out was pulled after two runs were scored, but after that, it was terrible. The relief pitchers were all giving up four hits in a row, as if their shoulders were frozen with nerves. I could understand how they felt, since their lives depended on it, but to be honest, it was the most boring game I had ever seen. Combined with my hunger, my boredom turned to frustration.
Hey, don't prolong the game with your stupid developments," he said, "I'm hungry. I'm hungry.
It's outrageously arrogant of the dwarfs to ask the game to go on because they want to eat you as soon as possible, but the very existence of the Titans itself is arrogant, and it's a little late for that now, isn't it?
It's because you guys don't do things properly, you know? This is what happens when you don't ......"
I sat up, approached the home team's bench, and stuck my hand inside. I fumble lightly with my fingertips to make sure I've got a hold of some of them, and when I pull them out, I see a few players with their bodies crumpled up in my palms. He sorted out only the pitchers who had already pitched and tossed the rest to the ground. The released pitchers made a dull thud, and then stopped moving. The pitchers who remained on hand followed it with their eyes, but did not look down. They just shrink their small bodies even smaller and shiver.
I'm angry because you guys are playing so boringly!"
I sighed in a silly manner and snapped my left hand, on which there was no dwarf on it, and the three of us started to cuddle up together desperately, shivering. I'm not sure how many of you guys are going to be able to compete with me. I couldn't help but snicker at how funny it was.
What do you think is the most important thing when it comes to watching a game?
As he said this, he put one of the three pitchers in his right palm on his left hand. At first, the three of them were holding each other's arms to keep them apart, but when I made a pretense of decouponing them, they easily moved away from me. They are heartless guys, aren't they?
The two of them, perhaps relieved to have someone with them, didn't answer my question, but just looked up at me anxiously. I mean, I'm literally in control there, right?
Then the one who was alone said something. Of course I couldn't hear him, so I brought my ear closer to him and he said the answer out loud while sitting on his butt.
'Shhh, is it the heat of the match ...... or something!'
Well, that wasn't a bad answer. It's not a bad answer, or at least, if you guessed from the reason why I was angry, it must be the right answer, but unfortunately, it's not correct.
But, unfortunately, it's incorrect. No, there's something more important. The correct answer is ......."
The three of them look up at me with anxious faces. They fret over the answer as if it were a quiz show, but in the meantime, they make no slight movement as if frozen in place. After a few seconds of silence, they slowly open their mouths.
It's a snack. I'm going to have a snack. If you're hungry, you can't cheer, can you?"
I exclaimed. The three on my palm who understood the meaning of that answer cried like mad and begged me for forgiveness. I couldn't quite make out their words, but I could read their intentions in the way they bowed their heads and folded their hands. It's funny how they change their attitude so quickly. Of course, he would not listen to my wish,
After smiling at me for a moment, I clenched my left hand as hard as I could.
When I opened my hand, the dwarf inside was crushed by my tremendous grip and stuck to my palm in a paste that was no longer in its original form. The two people on my right hand saw this and were crying out loudly as they hugged each other.
The two on the right were crying out to each other as they embraced each other! Dip dip~♪"
He forcibly pulls off one of the two on his right hand and rips off his clothes. He picks up the right leg and moves it to his left hand, rubbing his whole body in the sauce of flesh and blood spread there, then throws it into his mouth.
He then throws it into his mouth! This is so good!"
The ingredients are the same, so the taste itself is the same, but the fact that the outside is already coated before you even bite into it somehow amplifies the flavor. I couldn't resist and ate the other one in the same way.
I couldn't resist and went on to eat the other one the same way. I'll tell Alex about it later. ......
It didn't really add to my hunger, but it was very satisfying. I intentionally let out a burp and looked down at the shivering dwarf on the ground.
'You guys, if you pitch another lousy pitch, you're going to lose more and more of your buddies, okay? If we lose nine men before the ...... back comes, we lose, okay? Just do it right, okay?"
The home team players huddled and shriveled up in their half-destroyed benches.
The threat seemed to work well, and after that, two pitchers were enough to get the remaining one out. Note that the first one was still getting done, so we did the same as before with an additional one and put it in his gut. For the source, I used the one that had been thrown out and was no longer moving.
He said, "All right, let's take turns! Put them both away!"
Finally, the game went into the bottom of the ninth inning. The score is 9-5 in favor of the visitors. The home side needs at least four runs to catch up. ......
If the game ends in a tie, I'll eat both sides without extending the game. Thanks."
My arrogance made it so the home side needed five runs to win.
In the fateful bottom of the ninth inning, the game was firmly in hand. Now, I was up 9-7 with two outs, one strike, two balls, second and third base. With a home run the home side would win the game for goodbye, the bat came around to No. 4. From the home side's point of view, this was a unique opportunity.
No.4, perhaps knowing that if he missed, there was no way out, took a strong swing from the first pitch. The result was three consecutive foul balls. However, all of them were just short of the pole and would have been home runs if they had been a little closer to the inside corner.
Both offense and defense were fighting at the limit. I was excited, too. The fourth pitch was the one that caught everyone's attention. No. 4 let go of the bat and collapsed on the spot. The ball hit him directly on the head. It was a dead ball. The umpire and his teammates immediately rushed to him, but he remained limp and did not seem to move. It would be impossible for him to bat again. Then, one of his teammates, who was standing near No. 4, ran toward the other pitcher and struck him. As if to back up the two teammates who were struggling with each other, they were swarmed by players one after the other, forming a sort of dumpling. The stadium immediately became a brawl. Well, it was only natural. If the key player of the team was crushed at the best possible moment in a game where life and death depended on it, the players could not remain silent. The brawl showed no sign of abating, as if the players had lost the thread of normalcy they had been maintaining at the very last moment. It was interesting to watch the skirmishes between the dwarfs, but to be honest, the unexpected turn of events was a bit disconcerting. I am no longer interested in the outcome of this match.
Hey."
I called out from far above the brawling players, and they all stopped moving.
Hey, I want in on this.
If the giant had said that he wanted to join in the brawl, it would have been a death sentence for the dwarf. Naturally, it would be a piece of cake to eliminate everyone here in an instant, but right now I'm aiming for just one of them.
Retreat."
I flicked the dwarfs around me, picked up the guy at the center of the brawl, and pulled him up in front of my face, the pitcher who had hit number four with a dead pitch. He must have been hit pretty hard, because his face is bruised. However, he still had the energy to resist, and even after being picked up, he was still flailing about desperately.
Did you do that on purpose?"
In response to my question, Pitcher shook his head several times, bouncing it around with such force that it seemed as if it would tear off. Well, even if it was on purpose, there is no way anyone here would say yes, and in fact, there is no way to know for sure if it was true or not. But that's a matter for the little guys. What matters to me is not whether the dead ball was intentional or not. What matters to me is that his dead ball completely dampened my enthusiasm for the game.
I said, "That's enough. I'm done with this game. I'm done with this game because of this guy.
He threw the pitcher to the ground and it fell with a thud. He seemed to be breathing somehow, and his body was bent but still twitching. He's a stubborn guy. I am so angry that I lift his leg and stomp him down with all my might. I rubbed it repeatedly as if I was twisting it into the ground, and when I pulled my foot away, there was no trace of the pitcher's body left. It must have stuck to the soles of his shoes. The other guys are all looking up at me with eyes that want to say something. Well, I guess so. I guess they're wondering how the winner will be decided when the game is over. Frankly, it wouldn't be enough to eat them all, but rules are rules.
The team with him loses because he's on my radar. Come on, the game's over. Line up.
After I told them that, all the players who could move on both teams lined up, probably having seen how I had behaved so far and had already put up with it. It's really bad that this kind of arrogance is tolerated just because I'm a Titan. They really are weak and pathetic.
All right, let's eat, let's eat! I can't take it anymore!
Regardless of the formality of it, the thought that the game is finally over and we can enjoy a feast makes me all the more excited. The dwarfs seem to be surprised at the difference in temperature from a few minutes ago. I'd like to gobble them up right now, but first, I'm going to go to .......
"Hehe ......, I guess you have to take your clothes off when you eat. ......!
He takes off all the undershirts, uniforms, spikes, socks, and pants he was wearing, exposing his naked body. The removed clothing covered the remaining bleachers, crushing them completely under the weight of the sweat they had absorbed.
When I eat a dwarf, I'm naked, that's my motto. The dwarfs would tear off their clothes anyway and strip naked before I ate them. It feels so good to show them my perfect body so that they can see the overwhelming difference between us as living creatures and then eat them. Okay, now I'm completely prepared.
"Well then, I'll have some. ！！！！！
I put the dwarf from the losing team inside the hut, making sure he can't escape. I'm going to have the ultimate luxury of being surrounded by a wall of my massive legs and looking up at my cock as I wait for death to come to me.
I'm sure you guys know that I play baseball too, and frankly, I'm the best at what I do. So if you guys become a part of my body, you'll be the best baseball player in the world. Wouldn't that be great?"
(Well, they say ...... body cells are replaced, so in reality, you'll just suck up nutrients and turn into shit.)
There were nearly 20 little guys in the crotch, and it took me less than a few minutes to get them all in my belly. It was far too little to add to their bellies, but it was more than satisfying. When I was done baptizing the losers, I stood up and looked down at the winning team this time.
'Well, I've got to give you guys a treat ...... but just wait a minute ......'
I don't think he'll run off now, but just in case. We build an enclosure outside the stadium with the rubble from the outfield seats and put the players from the winning team inside it.
I'll be right back! Be good!"
With that, I leave the scene and return to the ballpark. Most of the seats had collapsed, and the field had been trampled to shreds by my huge footprints, so there was no way to repair the damage. The players who were lying around were already dying. I have no choice but to dispose of them as garbage when they are so torn up. ...... means we have to clean up the trash properly. Now that I've wrecked it, I need to clean up after it. So, interpreting this in a convenient way, I slowly lifted my feet above the motionless players.
Hey, you trash. I'm going to clean up the mess with my feet! You'll thank me for it when you're gone, okay?"
He mercilessly lashed his bare feet down over and over again on the rubble and dwarfs, trampling them down so completely that there was no trace of them left. The impact completely collapsed most of the ballpark. In some of the stands that escaped collapse, nearly several thousand spectators were left behind, unable to escape because the debris blocked their way out.
What the hell, you guys have been here all this time? You guys are a curious lot, aren't you?"
The stand was right next to the clothes I had thrown away. There are hundreds of them, all white-eyed, falling down and twitching. They must have been hit by the fragrance of the smell of sweat that had soaked into their clothes and condensed.
My sweat smells good, doesn't it? Then ...... I'll let you smell it some more!
Reaching into the audience, he slides sideways like a bulldozer and grabs the audience carelessly. Feeling the crackling and the bones of the dwarf's entire body crumble, I press him directly into his armpits, which are sweating like a waterfall.
You guys are honored to be crushed by the armpit of a super-elite Titan like me! I can brag about it, can't I? That Hayabusa Asayo-sama personally crushed me!
Rub your hands against the armpits several times. The pressure and the bristly armpit area crushed the dwarfs to shreds, and when they avoided the hand, something jammy was hanging from their armpits, tangled in their hair. After a couple of armpit squeezes and a couple of rubs, even the trace of it was gone, and the scum-like substance fell to the ground in a flurry.
I said to myself, "I've got to go to ......! It's about time,...... to go to the end of the road,......!
When I looked down at my lower abdomen, I saw that the big cock I'm so proud of was shaking itself, shuddering and shuddering! I looked down at my lower abdomen.
I made a guttural sound and handled it as if I was showing it off to the little guys at my feet. The overflowing runt of the cock fell down and crushed the little guy.
The first thing that comes to my mind is the fact that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm going to make all of you ...... come together ......!"
The stand is somehow holding its shape, and I step over it and get down on all fours on top of it. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to crush them. I'm going to crush them all with my big dick. ！！！！！
I'm going to crush them all with my big dick! Taste the giant's big dick with all of your body. ！！！！！
I crush the fleeing dwarfs mercilessly with my big dick over the bus. What is this? It feels too good. I want more and more. I change the angle, and hit the ground over and over again. No matter if it's a seat or a dwarf, they all get crushed and become food for my pleasure. I'm almost at my limit, but I've almost finished crushing everything and I can't feel it anymore.
I'm almost at my limit, but I've already done most of the crushing and I'm starting to lose the feel of it.
I raised my body and saw that 90% of the audience had been destroyed, and about 100 dwarfs were gathered in the upper left corner. They must have tried their best to escape to the edge so as not to be crushed by my big dick. My whole body was shaking. It was time for the final touch.
Hey, hey, hey! There's still some good stuff left. ......!
Without even giving them time to run away, he covers them up. Then, with a firm aim, he slammed his swollen glans into the last group of midgets with all his might, just as if it were about to burst!
"Haaaa......!!! Oh, yeah...be......! Ahhhhhh! I'm cumming! Igggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg! Ahhhhhh... !!!!!!
The released semen easily blew away some of the dwarfs who managed to avoid a direct hit to the glans, and extended its torrent outside the stadium grounds.
".....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I came...... seriously, this is the best thing ever. ......"
****
After masturbating in the afterglow for a while, we resumed cleaning up, which was honestly a piece of cake. The baseball field was already half destroyed. It would have taken a dwarf with heavy machinery years to build, but with my feet I could have completely demolished it in 10 minutes. The once magnificent baseball field had been turned into a large depression of reddish-brown earth by my overwhelming weight. The semen I had released in a fit of rage was still splattered all over it, but I thought, well, what's the point?
Well, let's get to them! Let's go to those guys!"
He puts on the clothes he had taken off and returns to the rest of the players. There are exactly as many as there should be, and I pick up nearly twenty dwarfs and stand up, placing them on my left hand. Everyone is relatively calm, perhaps a little relieved.
'Well, I guess I'll have to give you guys a treat!
He moves his left hand to the front of his waist and unbuckles his belt buckle with his right hand. I release the tight front part of the belt and pull the elastic waistband to show the little guys on the palm of my hand what a fine piece of junk I've got inside.
You guys are going to be in charge of servicing my fat butt from now on," he said! You'll be happy, won't you? From now on, this is your home ground!"
With his left hand upside down, he drops all the little guys on his hand into his pants and snaps them shut! and close the waist elastic.
"Oh, there, that's bad. ...... ............ seriously ...... good, ......!"
The sensation of the dwarf squirming between my legs feels good. The actual "I'm not a fan of the way you look at me, but I'm a fan of the way you look at me, and I'm not a fan of the way you look at me.
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