This choice: You get stuck in the Pringles can • Go Back...Chapter #7Becoming an Ebony Beauty's Snack by: Mr.Z   You rush over to the giant Pringles can, if you're gonna be shrunk you might as well make the best of it. The thing is about 4 to 5 times bigger than you are, looking like a mighty tree than a container for conventional treats. You try tipping it over but at your tiny size this becomes a big chore. You push and push, then decided to give yourself a running start, backing up and charging at the giant tube. You shoulder tackle it and manage to knock it down. "To the victor goes the spoils." You say which causes the audience to laugh. You then go over to the opening and dive in. The Pringles can isn't as full as you thought, only about a third or a quarter full but seeing chips as big as carpets was a sight to behold. You start gorging yourself on the delicious confections, not even noticing the sounds of feet stomping as someone approaches.
Outside of your can is Laura walk in from the front door. She is wearing a black athletic jacket with purple stripes going down the arms, a white shirt underneath and black yoga pants with black and white sneakers covering her feet. She has sweat coming down her face, giving her a glow. The sweat stains in her armpits and cleavage is a clear indication that she has been working out at the gym. The audience cheers as she walks in, wiping her brow with a white towel. "Man, that was a serious workout. Got to stay in shape so I am prepared to run away from Steve at any minute." The audience laughs as she says this. "Ooh, I could use a little snack." Laura says as she spots the can of Pringles on the coffee table.
Inside you are unaware of her presence until you feel your surroundings get lifted into the air. You tumble to the bottom of the can, breaking a couple of the giant chips you were eating. You look up to the opening, the light shining in was quickly blocked out by a giant black hand squeezing its way in. You try to avoid it as it grabbed the few remaining chips that weren't crumbled into crumbs. "Hmm, I think I burned enough calories to enjoy these." You hear a voice booming from outside and realized it was Laura. Before you can scream for help she brings the Pringles can higher and tips it over her mouth. You scream as you see her face coming close to the lid and her mouth opening wide. You stretch out your arms to wedge yourself in the can as the chips around you falls towards their doom. You watch as the food falls into her pink mouth and gets chomped by her pearly white teeth. Thanking god that it wasn't you in there.
"It's been a long time since I had Pringles. I wonder if these things still fit on me." You hear Laura say and wonder what the ebony beauty meant by it. You then see through the opening that she is lowering the can to the crotch of her yoga pants. You are bombarded with a horrible musky smell emanating from her sweat soaked pants. She starts lowering them with her other hand and you see her pulling out her semi hard dong. It looked like a big black mamba, her shaft a dark chocolate color with it and her balls a shade darker from the rest of her waist area. Her balls looking smooth, as big as baseballs in a freshly shaved sack. She holds the base of her dick with plenty of it spilling out of her hands, capped off with her pink mushroom head. She waves her manhood around, looking like a thick rope until it gets harder and longer until she reaches an erection. You are then placed on the couch, wedged between two cushions as the horny shemale gets into position above you. You start screaming for help as you watch her huck up a loogie and spit it into her hand, then rubs it along her impressive package to lube it up. Your screams are blocked out as her big black cock enters the Pringles can. Her wide meat pushes its way into the cylinder, taking up all of the space as she starts fucking the couch. You watch her head get closer and closer as she goes deeper into the can, your back it to the wall as her enormous pink head gets closer to you. The piss slit opens and closes as she thrusts in and out of the can, you brace for impacts as the train sized dong slams into you. You feel the warm, spongy appendage crush your body into the bottom of the can, it was still semi soft which means that Laura filled up the Pringles container and isn't fully hard.
Laura then gets up, letting the can dangle on her dong, with it not even reaching her balls yet. "Damn, just barley fits me. I guess I grew a bit since last time. Ooh, it feels nice and tight though." You hear her voice say from outside only for everything to shift. Now gravity is pulling you towards her Snickers bar as she sits her perfectly round ass onto the couch. Grabbing the can, the chocolate skinned shemale starts stroking her shaft, using the Pringles can as a cocksleeve. You are crushed more and more into her dick until her piss slit starts opening up. With no other choice, you start climbing into her urethra. This exited Laura as her cock got bigger and harder, almost breaking its confines. Laura starts stroking faster and faster, pulling up her shirt and started tweaking her pointy nipple. You start climbing in her pink, slimy tube, it felt like crawling in a McDonald's play place but much grosser. You then feel your walls coming in, crushing you until a wave of salty white semen blasts you out like a cannon.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIRRRRRRTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
You are blasted into the Pringles can as Laura climaxes. After the first spurt from her mighty cum cannon, she gets up and starts pulling out, unloading her load into the cylinder until it was at three quarters full. She then collapses onto the couch after placing the can onto the coffee table, you're left swimming in her juices as she relaxes from her second workout.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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