HGlock SM - Vored Ex.zip

The divorce between Brianna and Dave was a bitter one, filled with anger, resentment and a thirst for vengeance. Their marriage had been on the rocks for months, each partner hurling accusations and insults at the other. But it was Brianna who had the last laugh. Late one night, as Dave lay passed out in a drunken stupor, Brianna crept into the room wearing nothing but a skimpy black lace bra and panties, her long legs clad in fishnet stockings and towering platform high heels. She glared down at her snoring husband with pure hatred.

"You miserable little worm," she hissed. "I'll show you what happens when you cross me."

Brianna reached into her bra and pulled out a tiny silver vial. She propped Dave's head up and poured the contents into his mouth, smirking as he choked and sputtered. Then she stepped back and watched in satisfaction as a strange transformation began to take hold. Dave's body started to shrink at an alarming rate. Within seconds, he had diminished to the size of a mouse, his clothes and wedding ring now far too large. He squeaked in terror, scurrying across the carpet. "Well well, look at you now," Brianna laughed cruelly. "A perfect little snack size. Now be a good husband and come to mama."

Dave tried to run but Brianna's long legs quickly closed the distance. She snatched him up in her manicured hands, bringing him to her lips. Her mouth stretched wide as she bit down. Dave screamed in agony as his tiny body was ripped in two, blood and gore spilling into Brianna's mouth. She chewed slowly, savoring the delicious flavor. "Mmmm, you're quite tasty for a piece of shit," she purred, swallowing. "I always knew you were good for nothing." A loud belch escaped Brianna's throat. She grinned wickedly, licking a stray drop of blood from her lips. Dave's mangled remains slid down her gullet to join the rest of him in her belly. Tossing the empty vial aside, Brianna sauntered over to the full length mirror and admired her reflection. Her perky tits strained against the black lace, hips jutting out seductively in the tiny panties. Maybe she would keep these skimpy undies on all night. After all, she certainly earned it after disposing of her pathetic excuse for a husband. "Enjoy your new home, Davey boy," Brianna called out gleefully, patting her toned stomach. "I'm sure you'll be delicious shit by morning!" Then she turned and sashayed out of the room, her platform heels clicking authoritatively against the hardwood floor...