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Mo Ran twisted and secured the open end of his piping bag, setting it carefully down on his kitchen counter. He had come with quite the plan for his little Shizun today, something sweet, and filling. For both of them.
With a smile on his lips and excitement in his heart, Mo Ran found Chu Wanning sleeping in the drawer of his bedside table, right where he had left him. He was adorable like this, eyelids closed tightly and tiny, fragile chest rising and falling. Mo Ran had him tied up with a thin piece of string around his wrists, and the back end of one of the pens he kept next to his bed shoved up that cute little pussy. He tied his ankles to the cap of the pen, not quite reaching all the way there, so if he tried unlocking his knees even a little it would shove the writing tool even farther inside of him.
He took mercy on his little Shizun, heart softened by how sweet he looked sleeping, and took out the pen before bringing him to the kitchen.
Chu Wanning woke as soon as Mo Ran pulled the bow at his ankles, relieving the pen’s pressure. He then made a pained little squeak as Mo Ran abruptly pulled the pen from him and picked him up.
His Shizun was only around six inches tall, and he hung loosely in Mo Ran’s hand, not bothering to fight back after having been so exhausted by their morning play. Mo Ran stopped in front of the kitchen counter, taking the time to admire Chu Wanning’s soft skin and watery eyes. He ignored the little pit-pats of Chu Wanning hitting his wandering thumb with his bound hands.
So feisty.
“Did my A-Ning sleep well?” Mo Ran asked sweetly. His proud teacher hated being spoken down to, so Mo Ran had made sure to be as patronizing as possible as soon as he found a way to shrink him down and keep him to himself. It was very easy to talk to someone like they’re small when they can literally sit in the palm of your hand.
“What do you think?” His little Shizun glared at him, but instead of being frosty and intimidating like it had been when he was young, it was endearing. Like a doe-eyed runt of a kitten that hisses at you.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” He brought Chu Wanning to his lips and kissed him, covering the side of his head. “I have something sweet for you. My A-Ning likes pastries, doesn’t he?”
Chu Wanning looked at him with deep suspicion, instinctively shutting his legs shut tighter. As if that could stop anything.
Mo Ran pet Chu Wanning’s hair with his index finger gently, feeling that fragile neck. He could break it by just pinching Chu Wanning’s head between his forefinger and thumb and just twisting.
But that would be no fun.
He put his Shizun down onto the counter and untied the string on his wrists. Chu Wanning immediately began rubbing them, the skin red and irritated from his fruitless struggling.
Mo Ran tsked, “That wouldn’t happen if you were a good little pet and did as I said.”
Chu Wanning said nothing, coldly looking away from Mo Ran. He sighed, he’d just have to get his Shizun’s attention some other way.
He picked up the pastry bag he left to the side, giving it a little squeeze to check the opening was the right size and licking the dollop of thick, creamy icing which came out. He’d had to choose the smallest piping tip he could find, but maybe he could use larger ones some other time.
Chu Wanning didn’t bother trying to run away anymore, knowing that it would just get him punished. Typically, when he ran, Mo Ran would pin him under something usually light, but unbearably heavy for his tiny A-Ning. Like a paperweight. Or a book. Sometimes he would just pin him down with his thumb.
But Chu Wanning was being so good today, so well behaved. Mo Ran should reward him!
“Open up.” He instructed, bringing the piping tip right in front of Chu Wanning’s mouth. The small man looked at him with suspicion, but when Mo Ran pressed the tip harder against his mouth, Chu Wanning obediently opened up.
He barely pressed it into his mouth, squeezing a bit of icing into it. It was really not a lot of icing at all, but it filled his tiny mouth so quickly, some even puffing out the sides. It made Mo Ran’s blood burn.
Chu Wanning worked to swallow down the icing without choking himself, but eventually he managed.
“Tasty?” Mo Ran asked, rubbing a finger up and down Chu Wanning’s bare leg almost affectionately.
“Fine.” He said, but Mo Ran knew how much Chu Wanning adored sweets. This was the first time Mo Ran had given him anything that wasn’t unbearably spicy (knowing how he hated spicy food). He could even see the small flush on Chu Wanning’s cheeks.
“Have more then.” He squeezed another bit into his mouth, shocking his Shizun with its suddenness. He choked slightly, but managed to eat it all.
Mo Ran was having such fun with this, he almost forgot his original plan. He kept putting more and more of the creamy white icing into his Shizun’s mouth until he seemed physically aggrieved to eat any more, a little tightness in his belly from being full.
“Does my A-Ning want more?” He asked teasingly.
“No.” Chu Wanning gritted out.
“Ah, that’s good then. I always want my little pet well cared for.” He played with his Shizun’s minuscule foot for a moment, pulling it this way and that between his fingers. Chu Wanning tried to pull it away, but was no match for Mo Ran’s strength like this.
Abandoning the foot, he pressed his thumb against that little pink pussy between his legs. He’d never gotten to see it when Chu Wanning was still his normal sized teacher, but now, he made sure it was always on display for him.
The tip of his thumb pressed against Chu Wanning’s little clit, rolling it this way and that. Chu Wanning tried to twist and struggle, but Mo Ran wrapped his hand around him so he was pinned by his pussy to Mo Ran’s fingers.
“You know, I think my little pet might not be satisfied after all.” His Shizun made a valiant effort not to react to the stimulation, but even he couldn’t help the way his body flooded him with juices, preparing him for taking whatever Mo Ran decided that day.
Today, he pushed Chu Wanning back on the counter, holding his chest down with his ring finger and spreading his legs wide with his thumb and index. He brought the piping bag right up to that cute little hole, pink and swollen from how Mo Ran had left him opened up since morning.
His Shizun gasped, trying to close his legs and hit at Mo Ran’s hand. “What do you think you’re doing?!” His shout was still so quiet, and his voice was high pitched.
“Filling you up.” He pressed the piping bag tip inside. The pen had been relatively thin, if long and shoved far up into him. This piping tip was tapered, and much thicker at the base than the pen. So much thicker, that when Mo Ran tried to push it in, it actually wouldn’t fit.
His little Shizun shouted in pain as he pulled it back and tried to shove farther. He earned some ground, but it was still more than half out.
He tried twisting, and pushing, and prying apart his legs farther. Nothing worked to get it all in. Mo Ran sighed, he had managed to get it far enough in to be pressing painfully at his cervix, so he supposed it wasn’t too bad…
Mo Ran used his free middle finger to toy with Chu Wanning’s full belly a bit before filling him, enjoying the way his skin felt under his finger. He also enjoyed the little pained whimper his Shizun made.
Suddenly, he squeezed on the bag, forcing icing all the way inside him. Immediately, his belly distended slightly, a fascinating shape that Mo Ran watched closely. He squeezed a little bit more, than more.
He only stopped when it started leaking out of Chu Wanning, pushing its way out of his pussy next to the paying tip. Satisfied, Mo Ran looked down at his work.
The skin of Chu Wanning’s stomach was very tight, almost ready to burst, and he looked a couple months pregnant. Sweet, white icing dribble out of him, but it was thick enough not to flow.
Not wasting time, Mo Ran picked him up under his armpits, a hand underneath his swinging feet to catch any dripping filling.
His Shizun’s fists were clenched tight, and he was clearly working hard to hold back reactions.
Then Mo Ran took one of his little feet in his mouth, licking it. It wasn’t unheard of for Mo Ran to lick all over his Shizun’s body, coving him in saliva and getting those couple droplets of come squirted from his lofty teacher. Still, it clearly surprised Chu Wanning when Mo Ran put him in his mouth all the way up to just below his chest.
Chu Wanning’s little hands grabbed at his lips helplessly, “You can’t seriously be thinking of eating me!” He exclaimed.
There was fury and indignation in his voice, yes, but more alluringly, fear.
Yes, if Mo Ran wanted to, he could bite Chu Wanning in half at the moment.
Instead, he licked him all over inside his mouth and pulled him out slightly so he could press his filled belly hard between his lips.
A small flood of icing rushed out of Chu Wanning’s pussy, right onto his tongue. He swallowed it down, licking at that little opening of flesh and moaning at the taste. So sweet.
He worked Chu Wanning between his lips thoroughly, until he was sure absolutely nothing else would come out.
Then, he pulled Chu Wanning from his mouth with a pop , and placed him flat on his back on the counter again.
“Who’s to say? I’m already making you my little pastry, why shouldn’t I eat you?” He rubbed a finger over his Shizun’s rosy little nipples. Chu Wanning’s face paled almost imperceptibly.
“You wouldn’t.” He said firmly.
“Wouldn’t I? Maybe I’m tired of how cold you are to me. Maybe I want to properly have my pet, keep him with me at all times. My little cream puff.” He tugged on a bit of Chu Wanning’s hair with one hand. “Unless my pet doesn’t want to be gobbled up?”
Squishing his Shizun’s cheeks between his fingers as he was clawed at, Mo Ran asked, “Tell you what. If you beg me, tell me exactly how much you don’t want to be a slutty little cream puff, and exactly what you’ll do to avoid it, I won’t eat you. But you have to say exactly what you want and don’t want.”
Then he leaned in closer, towering over Chu Wanning, he whispered, “Creativity is appreciated.”
He waited a long moment for his Shizun to respond, watching the internal conflict play through his movements. The way his throat bobbed, his muscles twitched.
He made an exaggerated disappointed sigh, promptly pushing Chu Wanning back down, spreading his legs, and thrusting the piping tip back inside.
“Wait!” His Shizun begged, but Mo Ran just filled him up with more of the creamy icing. Chu Wanning still struggled as Mo Ran emptied him onto his tongue, taking his time to push it out in little spurts rather than all at once, making Chu Wanning squeak quietly with each press.
Then, for a final squeeze, he used his teeth, just lightly pressing his Shizun between them enough to make him feel how sharp they are, how Mo Ran’s jaw could crush him so hard he split in half even without them. Chu Wanning is panting when Mo Ran sets him back down on the counter.
“I’m almost out of icing, A-Ning. I’ll have to swallow you down with the last round of it, so you’d better make your decision now.” Distractingly, Chu Wanning’s legs had been spread open as Mo Ran set him down, and he couldn’t help playing with it as his Shizun tried to speak.
“Please… please don’t eat me.” He hissed out, trying to squirm away from Mo Ran’s playful finger. Mo Ran didn’t let him.
“That’s all you have to say?”
Chu Wanning looks away from him shamefully, “I don’t want to be a… cream puff. I don’t want you to carry me around in your stomach. Or be chewed up.”
Mo Ran hummed, enjoying every word immensely. “What else?”
“I don’t want to be filled with cream… and made into a little pastry for your tongue.” He took a deep breath. “Please, Master.”
Mo Ran cooed, “A-Ning is so sweet though! If not my tasty treat, what would he be? What does my A-Ning want to be?”
He grinned wider as he saw Chu Wanning shoot him a truly scathing glare. “I want to be your slutty little pet. This… A-Ning would rather be filled by his master’s finger than by icing.”
Mo Ran could feel his cock, which had been hard since he’d seen Chu Wanning in his drawer, leaking into his pants. Especially at the reminder of how little his Shizun could fit in him. He’d only ever been able to fit one of Mo Ran’s pinkies inside him, and even then he had shouted and begged that it was too much.
“Hmm… I do like that idea. How about my A-Ning fills himself up with the last bit of icing, and then I promise I won’t eat him.” Chu Wanning looked at him with confusion.
“How would I…?”
Mo Ran guided Chu Wanning to stand up on his knees with spread legs, helping support his sore little body by his waist. He put the piping tip back up inside him and left the bag part right in front of his Shizun, within reach of his toothpick-like arms.
“All you have to do is push it down.” He encouraged. He used his now free second hand to pinch as Chu Wanning’s cute little marshmallow buttcheeks.
Chu Wanning looked at the bag like he was preparing for war, but he pushed down on the bag and his thighs trembled as he filled himself. He was much slower than Mo Ran had been, pausing all over the place. But Mo Ran was happy to draw out the moment.
When Chu Wanning finally squeezed out the last of the bag, Mo Ran turned him upside down and removed the tip. Chu Wanning was fuller this time than before, having to get all the extra inside too.
His little belly slumped down towards his chest as he was held by his feet between Mo Ran’s fingers.
He used his other hand to feel at Chu Wanning’s swelled up belly, enjoying how soft it was. Then he pinched down, making the icing overflow from his pussy and drip down, front and back.
Mo Ran licked it up eagerly, as if with some kind of hard candy. He paid special attention to the little nubs on his chest (so messy with that icing covering them!), and his tiny back hole.
That quivering pussy was oh so tempting too, but he decided to save it for after. He squeezed more of the icing from it though, enjoying the whimpers his Shizun made as he grew slightly light headed.
By the end, Mo Ran was practically massaging Chu Wanning’s stomach between his fingers, earning pained groans and some actual tears falling down his forehead. Ah, he should put his A-Ning upside down more often.
Finally he turned him sideways and pressed his lips around that teensy pussy, trying to suck out whatever was hiding from him.
Delightfully, Chu Wanning came in his mouth. Actually came! From all that!
Mo Ran laughed at him as he took him from his mouth, looking down at his former teacher’s limp body.
“That’s enough for now. Let’s get my little pet settled in his bed.” He could feel Chu Wanning shiver with dread. Or, given the reaction he’d just had, anticipation perhaps?
His bed was a pride of Mo Ran’s, something he’d spent some significant time making, just for the sake of humiliating Chu Wanning.
It was a little plush doll, bigger than Chu Wanning, but not by much. Mo Ran had made it with his own hands, a doll of himself. He’d even attached a little plastic dildo to it, right where its cock would be.
“So A-Ning doesn’t miss me.” He had said. This was how he left Chu Wanning overnight most nights, arms and legs forced to wrap around the doll like a koala with how he’s tied, the cock of a doll that looks just like his tormentor filling him up nice and good. It was actually fairly flexible plastic too, so funnily enough it was probably the most comfortable thing his Shizun’s pussy had gotten put in it since Mo Ran had taken him.
He cooed at how Chu Wanning cuddle into the plush dolls neck, not struggling how he was tied in the embarrassing position. Mo Ran wrapped them both up in a small “blanket”, leaving their heads free. He kissed his Shizun’s tiny little head poking out from the blanket.
“Sleep well tonight. I suspect you won’t be comfortable for long. Putting sugary sweets inside your pussy is a recipe for a yeast infection, but I wouldn’t expect my A-Ning to know better. I hope my stupid little cutie will be ready to drink lots of water tomorrow.”
He set the doll and Chu Wanning down on his bed, and left to cook himself an actual dinner.