Written by: “Bulgey” and “Moistmari”
The weight in my school bag feels heavier with each step down the deserted hallway.
Five of them--five girls who tormented me, who called me a creep, who laughed when I stumbled in the cafeteria; now they're just warm, cum-filled little dolls in my bag. Their bodies are stretched and ruined beyond repair. The app… this cursed, beautiful app… it worked better than I could have ever imagined. The girls' torsos are now the perfect size of my dick; made for such tight & satisfying onaholes. The sounds they made when I first pushed into them in that toilet cubicle… the tearing, wet squelching sounds, and their muffled screams turned to pathetic whimpers as I pumped them full over and over again. God--the ecstasy of it--the sweet taste of exacting revenge was truly amazing.
My heart hammers against my ribcage. There's only one left. Lia, the queen bee. She's the most popular, most beautiful senior in this entire damn school. Lia's the one who started it all, who led the charge against me. I can already taste her; I can imagine her perfect smug face contorted in pain and terror as I shrink her down. I want to peel off her expensive clothes that wouldn't shrink with her. I'll make Lia suffer the most; I'll fuck her until there's nothing left but a broken, semen-soaked husk. She'll be my masterpiece in this revenge plot. I clutch my phone tighter, the app glowing ominously on the screen. I just have to get to the girls' bathroom on the third floor, the one that nobody uses.
"Taro-kun?" A girl's voice suddenly interrupts my ruminations.
That voice is like icy water trickling down my spine. I freeze, every muscle in my body locking up. I turn slowly to face that girl, my blood turning cold in the process.
It's Selene-Senpai; a different kind of senior. She's not like Lia and her clique. She's… kind, perhaps too much for her own good. Selene once helped me pick up my books when Lia's group had knocked them over, shooting them a look of pure disdain. Selene smiled at me; it was a real smile. I've had a crush on Selene for a year, a pathetic and hopeless crush. And now she's standing here, looking at me with those gentle, curious eyes.
"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," Selene says, taking a small step closer. "And what's that smell?"
Panic. Pure, unadulterated panic floods my system. The smell. Oh god; the smell of sex, semen, and terror leaks out from deep inside my bag. She knows--Selene has to know. My mind goes blank. I can't think--can't breathe.
The only thing in my hand is my phone, the app is still open. As a reckless, desperate attempt to hide the evidence, I reflexively turn the screen towards her. Selene's irises widen, a flash of light envelops her; and then in a split second, she's gone. Where Selene stood a second ago, there's now a tiny, naked, doll-sized figure on the floor, her normal-sized school uniform in a heap around her. Selene is gripped with utter confusion and fear.
Without thinking, I lunge downwards, scooping her tiny, warm body into my hand. Selene's skin is impossibly soft like silicone. I grab her uniform too, shoving both the tiny Selene and her clothes into my pocket. My heart thunders violently in my chest. I look around frantically, thankfully the hallway is still empty. I practically run the rest of the way to the third-floor bathroom, slamming and locking the cubicle door behind me.
I slump onto the toilet seat, my whole body trembling from the adrenaline and trepidation. I pull Selene out of my pocket. She's so small, so delicate in my palm. Selene is shivering, looking up at me with tears welling up in her eyes. Selene didn't deserve this, not at all, she's a kind girl. My stomach twists into a knot of regret. But Selene knows the secret of the five ruined girls in my bag. If I let her go, it's all over for me.
Prison awaits, perhaps something even worse down the line. My secret is far more important than anything; much more significant than Selene's kindness. It's greater than my pathetic crush on some girl; I have to silence Selene by making her like the others. Selene will become a broken and speechless mess just like the rest.
To set the mood, I pull out the other girls from my bag. I toss them around the cubicle like used goods. One is a girl named Hana who always kicks my chair. She lands beside my leg, her body is grotesquely bloated with my cum. Mika's body is wrapped in the dripping wet fabric of her own normal-sized panties. The second girl to plop onto the floor is Rina. She's the one who spread the most vicious rumors about me, I placed her on top of the toilet paper dispenser. Rina's puffy pussy is stuffed with wadded-up, used tissue paper. Her belly is just as taut and full as the others. The sight of this should fill me with triumph, but all I feel is a sickening dread.
I look back at Selene, trembling in my hand. I need to do this; I need to get my mind straight. I pick up Selene's discarded uniform, fishing out her panties from the pile. They're white cotton, simple, with a tiny little bow on the front. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply. The scent is… different; not cloying and cheap like the others. It's clean, like fresh laundry and something unique to a pure girl like Selene. It's something sweet; it makes my head spin. I wrap my already hardening dick in Selene's comfy underwear, the soft fabric is a stark contrast to the sinful act I'm about to do. It's a moment of distraction, a pathetic attempt to feel something other than the crushing weight of a guilty conscience.
I lift Selene up, my hand shaking. I rest the tip of my penis, now wrapped in her panties, against her tiny crotch. Selene's whole body tenses.
"No… Taro-kun, please," she whispers, her voice thin and reedy. "Please don't do this. I won't say anything, I swear. I'll do anything you want, just… Please, stop. Please."
Hearing her plea shatters something inside me. Despair washes over me in a cold wave. I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, blocking out her terrified face. I can't stop, I won't. I press down, knowing that I've already crossed the line. The scream is piercing. A high, thin shriek of pure agony comes out of Selene; as the massive head of my dick, far larger than her entire body, forces its way into her tiny pussy. I can feel it, the initial tightness around the crown of my dick, slowly yielding under the force of my thrust. I heard the sickening, wet *CRACK* of her pelvic bone shattering.
The squelching sound of her insides being displaced, torn apart to make room for me. Regret, hot and acidic, floods my throat. I'm a monster. I push further. And then… something strange happens.
With the others, they were weak and feeble; breaking almost instantly with a single brutal push. One stabbing motion with my manhood reduced them to ruined, floppy fleshy cock-sleeves. But Selene… she's taking it in stride. Her body is stretching in ways that seem impossible. Selene's tiny form actually enveloping my cock, shaping itself around me. I open my eyes and look down. She's taken most of me in. Selene's whole body is distended, stretched taut around my shaft, her skin flushed a deep, angry red. She's still screaming, but it's weaker now, choked.
A new feeling erupts in me. It's not just revenge; It's not just power, it's a mind-blowing, soul-shattering ecstasy. Selene's insides are impossibly stretched, clinging tightly to me, massaging my length with a desperate, convulsing grip. The warmth of her tiny, broken body feels incredible. The intensity of the situation made her soft breasts start to lactate. Selene, like her senior peers, just turned adulthood a few months ago. Despite the brutal penetration that has befallen on her, she continues to be wet and lubricated while also tightening her grip on my cock, it feels so good, she was made to be like a masturbator. Her screams are reduced to ragged, pained gasps of air that feel strangely arousing. I'm getting more and more excited, my hips starting to move with a will of their own.
"I love you, Senpai," I gasp, the words torn from me as I begin to fuck her in earnest, using her tiny body like the onahole she's become. As I jerked her body more vigorously, her intoxicating womanly scent grows even stronger, I'm in ecstacy.
"God, I've always loved you. I'm so sorry… you'll never be the same. We can never go back to the way things were. You'll probably be dead when I'm done with you. But this… this is heaven!"
The thought, the horrifying, finality of cumming pushes me over the edge. I climax hard, and a guttural groan tearing from my throat. I pump jet after jet of steaming semen into Selene's broken body. I watch in a daze as her tiny belly balloons, swelling to twice its normal size, the skin looking thin enough to burst. A thin trickle of white leaks from her navel, and streams of milk fire out from her nipples.
"St… stop…" she gasps, her last words, a final, pathetic plea from a mind on the verge of breaking. "Please… stop…"
"I'm sorry." I whisper, but it's too late. Her body goes limp in my hand. *Her consciousness fades, and transfers to the next world.* But as I assume her life has faded away, I realize her body is still warm. Incredibly, it's still clinging to my dick, her ruined insides still twitching faintly around me. There's no turning back now. I'm still hard. I proceed to fuck her like an onahole over and over again, chasing that fleeting feeling, the fading warmth and the grip that gradually slackens, her unresponsive body just a tool for my pleasure.
***
The scene fades back into focus. I'm staring down at the body of Selene in my hands.
My dick is still buried inside her. Her belly is a grotesque, semen-filled balloon, twice her size, and with white fluids gushing down from her navel. The once beautiful, and kind girl Selene is now just a miserable, used-up meat condom overflowing with my seed. Grief struck me with a sharp blow to my chest, and it suffocated me. Guilt finally pierces through the haze of my lust. If I wasn't such a creep; if only I never found that cursed app, Maybe… Just maybe I would have had a fair chance. Maybe we could have had a normal life, me and Selene. Maybe we could have done this for real, with love.
Carefully, I wrap her cum-filled body in her underwear, placing her student ID beside her. With a few sheets of dry toilet paper, I create a small funeral pyre, lighting it to pay my respects to the girl whose innocent life I destroyed. Then I flee, disappearing into the shadows of the school. No one has seen me since then.
I only found out about the fates of these unfortunate girls from publicly released documents by the investigation bureau. Hana, Rina, and the others who I couldn't be bothered to remember the names of, they've returned back to their normal sizes. The curses placed upon them by the phone app were lifted as soon as I fled into the shadows. Even if they're back to their correct proportions, the same cannot be said about their grossly deformed shapes. Fortunately for them, the damage was not permanent; and eventually they made full recoveries with time. However, time does not heal mental scarring and emotional wounds. What they experienced, the horrors of being turned into fuckable meatbags, no medicine or time spent in a mental ward will ever heal broken minds.
Normally it would have been morbid curiosity, but it was also for my own peace of mind in trying to ease my guilty conscience. That brings me and my troubled thoughts on the subject of Selene. By the amount of time that has passed, by the logic of the app's curse reversal, her body should have gone back to normal size. But they only reported the 5 girls and reported Selene as missing, could it be that they thrown her body away in the rubbish by mistake or are they possibly hiding the horrible implication of a shrunken female corpse.
My incident with Selene has left my soul utterly crushed. But I couldn't move on without finishing what I started; knowing that bitch, Lia is still out there. While in hiding, I sought out the maker of this app.
BONUS/ALTERNATE SCENES