title: Finn's Special Stream aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Maxichan] id: [48260651] date: 星期四, 八月 25日 2022, 12:50:27 凌晨 modified: 星期日, 九月 11日 2022, 10:09:51 上午

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Finn's Special Stream

Author: Maxichan Source: Finn's Special Stream

Finn adjusted his camera, tapping the lens a bit to make sure it was on. Seeing his picture light up on his screen he jumped into action.

"What's up everyone! It is time for Finn's fatal fiesta!!!! Look what just arrived in the mail"

The Brutish looking man held up a box partially blocking his scarred face. As he opened the lid inside were dozens of shrunken people. The mass of men were fighting and struggling to escape. Others screaming out begging to be freed and a few others just sitting comatose.

"Scream all you want little guys but it won't help ya. You just gotta do what I did and survive, I'll let the last of ya go free!" Finn said as he winked to the camera.

He glanced at the chat and the messages were wild. There were many folks requesting ways to snuff out the tiny men. Finn couldn't stop grinning as he read through all the suggestions.

Pulling out one screaming man, he dangled the tiny guy in front of the camera. On screen you could see the sadistic smile of Finn, his sharp canines on display as he eyed his prey.

"So guys what should we do with the first one?"

In an average looking room, Darren and Olly sat on a couch. Upon Olly’s shoulder was a third shrunken tiny, clearly Olly’s newest toy. As they snacked on various junk food, the three watched Finn’s Stream.

"Darren this is next level, simulating a reality to convince him he is popular" Olly said to the shifter.

“Good thing you are in my care, cause Darren here is flat out sadistic to his smols” The fiery haired giant said as he tapped the smaller man on his shoulder.

"Pssh, See Olly this is why you can’t break a tiny like I do. It isn’t just smashing and hurting them, you gotta get into their head" Darren said with a wave of his hand.

"Besides, if you want to see anything let me know. Finn will follow whatever chat tells him to do. While he thinks he is independent, deep down he is still just a trained dog. " Darren laughed.

Darren was right though, when he first got Finn he’d make the guy eat out of a dog bowl. Finn was forced to crawl on all fours and basic tricks on command. If he didn’t obey, well Darren made sure that mistake wasn’t made twice. Now broken, Darren enjoyed giving him a bit of freedom, see what cruel methods he came up with. Picking up his phone, he adjusted his spell slightly. Suddenly the chat was filling up with one particular request.

As Finn watched his chat fight on what to do. A clear idea soon won out. Dozens were all asking him to chew up the tiny dude. The little guy could read his fate as well and turned to look at Finn with pleading eyes. Yet he was only greeted with the face of the drooling titan.

“Sorry little man! Well not really but sucks to be smol” Finn chuckled as he opened his mouth wide.

With a slowness, he brought the tiny man up to his mouth. The hot air blowing the runt’s hair. The man was screaming at the top of his lungs, he punched Finn’s hand. He squirmed and struggled, pressing down to try and lift his body out of Finn’s grasp. As a last resort he bit down…HARD.

“Ow” Finn said as he felt the prick on his hand.

“You little bitch, I was going to make this fast but not anymore!” Finn squeezed his hand hard enough to feel a—

CRACK

A blood curdling sound left the tiny’s mouth and Finn just smiled.

“See that what you get, now stop being a baby. I had to deal with much worse, this is nothing” Finn continued and leaned towards the camera. The chat was going crazy and donations were pinging off left and right. Finn’s eye’s glowed with excitement as the hundreds cheered him on.

Once more, the tiny man was brought to his mouth. Finn carefully sucked on the man’s torso and let go. The mangled tiny hung limp from Finn’s mouth. While the occasional twitch could be seen, the immense amount of broken limbs prevented much of the fight. Finn smiled and revealed how he was holding the broken man. The runt’s head was smashed between his teeth, the little guy was blood-red and tears streamed down his face. He kept screaming for mercy but Finn was having none of it.

“LETS COUNTDOWN TOGETHER GUYS” HE said in a muffled voice. Instantly the chat was filled with the number “3”

“3….2….1…”

CRUNCH

Finn bit down and the tiny’s head exploded into a radiant red starburst. The twitching body now hangs limply from his mouth. The box of tinies below saw the red streak drip down his chin and they all let out wails of pure terror. Without even finishing the body, Finn turned to the side and spit. The dead tiny ragdolled into the air before landing in a thud.

“Which one of you are next?” He eyed his box of screaming men with pure glee. Wanting to leave it up to fate, he closed his eyes and reached in. They tried their best to avoid his searching hand, yet two tinies were quickly grasped by the titan.

Opening his eyes, Finn read through his chat log.

“Oooh you all are twisted, you wanna see my big stompers. Well I need more donations if you want to see my godly feet” Finn smiled showing off his bloodied smile.

Instantly huge amounts of donations were pinged in. Reaching the goal, Finn shrugged.

“Well here you guys go, they are a bit messy as I like to workout barefoot!” His voice was muffled as his feet slammed onto the desk.

Finn aligned his feet so they were perfectly in sync with the cameras. While he was wiggling his toes and showing off his meaty soles, he continued to toy with the two men. The first he dropped into his musky armpit, sealing the man inside the odoriferous cavern and the second he kept squeezing. His grip tightened each second until he felt bones about to give. Right at the last minute he would let go and give the man a slight break before squeezing once more.

Finn was not lying about his dirty feet either. The pasty soles were covered in filth and grime. Patches of dirt and mud stuck to the bottom of his skin, large callouses covered his heel, and bits of foot funk fell from between his toes as he wiggled them. Still watching the chat, Finn saw the perfect suggestion.

Pulling out a desk drawer he grabbed a bit of floss. With skill, he deftly tied the waxy thread around the necks of his two chosen smalls. Dropping them onto the desktop, he watched as they started to gag on his manly smell.

“Stop overreacting! They are not that bad” Finn said as he leaned down and took a whiff. His face scrunched a bit at his own smell.

“Ok maybe they are bad, but still I could do much worse” Finn said with a hint of anger behind his voice. How dare these tinies not want to worship him. They were going to pay dearly for that one.

Pulling on the floss, the two tinies were dragged closer to his dirtied soles. With care, he tied the other end around his toes. The mants tried their best to break free of the restraints, pull, tugging, biting, and clawing; yet it did nothing. Ready for the main event, Finn stretched out his foot. As if on cue, the tied up tinies were lifted into the air and their bodies smacked into the bottom of his foot. They reached up and pulled, doing their best to not suffocate from the tightening thread. Finn shuffled his toes once more and their hanging bodies bounced and crashed into each other. The intense movement caused one to let go and he started to choke. The horrid scene was set in full view for those on stream and the donations were rolling in as they watched the tiny get hanged by foot. As the struggles began to fade, Finn lowered his foot down. Instantly, the dying tiny gasped for breath, he had tears running down his face from the near-death experience but Finn didn’t care. After a few breaths he flexed once more.

Finn just laughed and laughed as the two continued to fight their fate. Hanging by a thread from a titans foot they continued to squirm. Their faces turned blue from the lack of air and one ended up passing out. Once more Finn lowered his foot to extend their torment. He continued this cycle over and over, each time going slightly longer until he finally got bored.

On the last lowering, the two men braced to be hung once more. However, Finn smashed his rank feet together. The two tiny men completely disappeared behind the plump skin. He smiled as he felt them flail between his sensitive feet, Darren would do similar things to him and he would beg for mercy. Yet just like his owner, Finn showed none. Pressing harder, he felt the first pop. With slowness, he rubbed his feet together over and over slowly liquifying the screaming men. Finn was so into punishing the two that he didn’t notice what chat was saying. It wasn’t until a high enough donation came in that the voice activation triggered.

“ILOVESTOMPY SOLES SAYS FINN FINN THE TINIES ARE ESCAPING”

Finn looked up and realized what happened, a few of those inside formed a pyramid and were helping others escape over the sides. Some were mid slide down the side of his desk and fleeing along the carpet.

“Oh no you don’t” Finn yelled out. He pushed his chair back and went after the first. Not caring about the two tinies that hung from his toes, their bodies being ragdolled by his rushed steps. Like little flails, each movement sent them flying throughout the air.

CRUNCH

The first tiny was decimated under his falling foot. A crimson starburst shot out from under his foot as he grinded the man’s body to dust.

“HORNY4FEET SAYS FINN MOVE THE CAMERA”

Finn realized he was still on stream and facepalmed. He shifted his webcam to be on the floor. The rest of his room was a mess, old socks and briefs were haphazardly strung throughout the room. The light of the camera revealed pieces of hair and lint stuck to the carpet, yet that wasn’t the true show. The running of the bulls, a dozen or so tinies were running as fast as they could.

THUD

The camera shook as Finn stomped down on another. He held up his hands like he was going to stop the tons of weight, yet it was all for naught. It only took a half second but he too became a stain on the floor. A bit of his life splattering out and smacking into the camera. Each footfall ended another fleeing man under Finn’s uncaring sole. He was going to make sure none escaped his wraith.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

The snapping echoed throughout the stream until one little remained. Coming back too, Finn turned around and smiled. He quickly got the camera and shifted it to a better view. Angled slightly upwards, the camera showed off his massive frame. He was looming over the sniveling man, the tiny curled up and begging for forgiveness. Yet in Darren’s house, nothing was forgiven. Making a show of the execution, Finn jumped a little bit before aligning his body with the screaming little.

His huge ass smashed down on top of the last man with such force that his whole room shook.

“Gg” he said as he got back up. Even on his pants, there was no stain. That tiny had completely disintegrated from his ass slam.

Finn dusted himself before getting back to the desk. His time was almost up, Darren would be calling for dinner soon.

“Hey guys, I gotta get going but thanks for dropping by. Before you go, let me show you what I have in store for the rest!” Finn gleefully said as he opened a new package.

Inside was a pack of sheer-black socks. He quickly dropped the remaining 5 tinies into the socks and put them on. Kicking his feet up once more, the stream could see the tinies fighting the fabric. The translucent fibers showing off every horrid look on their green faces. One tiny was dry heaving and couldn’t stop gagging. A few more donations pinged off as Finn waved one last time for the camera. With a final click, the light went off.

He leaned back in his chair with his arms around his head. This felt good, being the big one always beat out being small. He just hoped Darren would give him more free time soon.

I looked on in absolute horror from what I witnessed. My body was shaking like crazy as the cruelty of Finn was displayed.

“Aww look he is scared” Darren said as his massive finger pointed at me.

“He should be, I told him if he doesn’t listen he gets a playdate with Finn” Olly laughed a bit as he scratched his chest.

Without a thought, the red-haired titan tossed me onto the table and put his feet up. Soon Darren joined and I was staring up at the 4 massive soles. My striped tail wrapped around my leg as I was in shock from the experience. It was only when I felt a massive pressure force me into Olly’s foot did I hear them speak.

“Max if you don’t give me a good massage you get to be the guest star on the next stream…” He said bluntly.

Not wanting to experience anything worse. I swallowed my pride and began to press into the musky soles. I used to think that death was the worst fate, but after becoming small…I realize that it is a sweet release from this hell.