Alan the Soccer God II
By: HalfInchHigh

Alan forgot his power for a week or so, his team despite that win were slipping down their league, and the team’s owner was threatening to sell them. Alan along with the rest of his team mates was thrown into several meetings, and lots of hard training. Then it was to be match day again.

Suddenly Alan felt all powerful, and hired an aeroplane, he had a cunning plan. That morning he arranged to buy a million pounds worth of the yellow liquid, and just before the match started, the loaded plane flew over the stadium, showering it with the yellow shrinking liquid. Except that you may remember ‘one drops low, two drops high’.

Alan sprinkled two drops on himself, and as the whole stadium of tens of thousands of soccer supporters and players, fizzed and began to shrink, Alan began to steam and grow. He grew taller, nearly 60 feet, and quickly started to suck up the thousands of terrified people, grabbing handfuls of writhing tiny people. Alan was now a giant soccer god, with the appetite to match. There would be no soccer played today, and no-one would record what happened, because Alan had swallowed the lot. His team mates, his coach, manager, physio, the opposition, all their fans, and all his own fans, and even the police. Thousands slipped down his hungry gullet, and sated his almighty hunger. He felt the writhing masses on his tongue; he squashed more than a few with his fist in his excitement to pour his little meals into his gaping maw. All the time laughing, mocking and slurping a gradually emptying stadium, just then he saw an unshrunken lad, must've been about 6'3" trying to run out of a gate. Alan strode over, his long legs beating the lads scurry. Alan lifted the lad up to his head and expressed the most menacing look he could muster, a slightly larger morsel, whose pleading cries rang out across the empty grounds. Alan sucked hard on the lads head and pulled him halfway, into his mouth. Alan was totally horny, and could hardly wait to let the lad join the thousands of people who hadn't expected to be brief spectators in a stomach.

The lad struggled, but being stuck in the mouth of a merciless giant was futile. Alan slowly pulled the lad inside, tasting him, rolling him around, and drawing him to his inevitable biological roller coaster of doom. The lad could feel the heat, the slimy world that would be his home, and his end. He ceased struggling, exhausted and afraid. Alan gulped, throwing his head back and roaring. A lump passed his ulvula, and descended to it's hell. Alan stroked his bulging cock with a satisfaction he'd never experienced, that plus the cock was gargantuan.

After all the eating he felt sleepy, and curled up on the pitch, a giant man, naked, asleep on the pitch.

When he woke, he was in hospital, normal sized, with several worried looking policeman. He soon learned that it was believed he was the sole survivor of some terrible occurrence in which 35,000 people had vanished, and he’d been found unconscious curled up naked. The police were at a loss, could he remember anything. Yes he could, he invented a story that everyone had started screaming, and just vanishing. Alan wouldn’t dare say where they’d vanished to; he remained vague, and appeared scared. How little those policemen knew. It was splashed all over the news, and Alan became a very famous disaster survivor.

On the day Alan was released, he was approached by another soccer team, wanting his skills, and sympathetic to what they believed was the ordeal he’d been through. Alan didn’t like their manager, and decided he might replace the guy. So as soon as the opportunity arose, Alan invited the guy over for a drink and a chat. Of course Alan was going to use his yellow liquid, and catch his boss. What would he do though, he’d swallowed 35,000 people, that had been hot enough, but should he play with his toys just a little more?

The manager arrived; Alan shook his hand, invited him in, and sprinkled a drop of the ointment on the guy. The usual fizzing began, and there was a little inch tall man scampering around his foot. Alan laugher, and scooped the little guy up. As he did so, Alan felt his cock itch, there had to be a place for his new pet in that case, and unzipping his fly, Alan pulled his jock a little and unceremoniously dropped the protesting little guy down into it. As the guy fell onto Alan’s rock hard cock, Alan boomed out, I have an itch, and YOU’RE gonna scratch it!

The manager was plunged in darkness, scrabbling around, and knowing that right near him was a monster cock that could crush him in a second. He moved to the left, hitting the cock, which twitched like an angry anaconda. The poor tiny guy clambered around, and suddenly felt his foot slip, then get stuck. Far above him Alan groaned in satisfaction, and patted his cock. This motion was the final nail in the manager’s coffin, because his foot was stuck in his masters piss slit, and that pat sent him feet first inside Alan’s cock. The manager didn’t realise this at first, because he couldn’t see where he was. Until Alan pulled open his jock to see what had happened. Then as Alan gave a satisfied and wicked smile, the manager looked around him and saw his predicament. He yelled, and screamed, and writhed, only serving to make the giant cock harder, larger, and throb more. Alan watched in blissful disbelief. His manager sticking out of the tip of his cock. The perfect punishment!

Alan felt the urge to jerk off, and slowly started stroking his shaft. His little toy terrified of being crushed, actually tried to pull himself farther down, sobbing loudly, and thrashing his legs. Then with a squidgy plop, he slipped totally inside, and moved to the rhythm and motion of his masters jerking. It grew faster and harder, then Alan stopped, realising that he might lose his toy. As the cock grew less hard, the tiny prisoner felt himself being drawn down, sucked away, slipping to steaming stinking depths, where he could hardly breathe.

Alan was fully aware of where the little guy was, and knew how close to his balls his victim was. With a sigh of utter pleasure, he felt the little guy drop inside his balls and with that came a rush of fizzing and tingling as Alan’s jism dissolved its guest, and how great that the itch was so perfectly sorted!!

The little guy inside had fallen unconscious just before he’d slipped inside the balls, and never knew how fast, or how painful Alan’s super fit jism was.

Alan knew, and jerked off to full completion shortly afterwards. His jism covering his jock, and his dissolved manager smeared across his cock-head. What a day, and what a way to achieve the total power Alan so craved……..

To be continued......

The End