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My Little Specimen

Poetry By: hyperforce
Science fiction



As a result of the fear of leaving his specimen alone in the lab,a scientist takes it home with him,only to have a sharp scratch shrink him down to the specimen's size.


Submitted:May 7, 2011    Reads: 162    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


At first,I had also figured that it would be

Impossible to produce a being that everyone could planely see

Is still alive in spite of the fact that it

Is the size of a toy doll and could sit

And do the other things that we all could see

Ourselves do in the outside world instead of the lab

That we had to put her in and not blab

A single word about it to anyone else around here.

You know,I believed that I had this one fear

Of leaving my pet project alone in that very lab

And unprotected which had made me decide to take it

Out of the lab and away from those total shits

Who want to use my research to make some quick

Cash by creating creatures that would make every human sick

And corrupting every bit of science as they see fit.

Anyway,after I had gotten my little specimen over to

My house and wrote some new things on my to

Do list,I had felt a scratch on the back

Of my neck so sharp that I began to lack

The ability to stay awake and thinks some things through.

But as soon as I had finally opened my eyes

And seen a giant bottle,I had looked at my

personal hide and noticed that I had suddenly gotten myself

Shrunk down to a size much smaller than an elf

Which had made me ask what had happened and why

I was that size just before a beautiful blonde maiden

Who had looked like Traci Lords had came over in

Nothing but her birthday suit,let out a smile and

Started pumping her fingers into her own vagina gland

While inviting me to join her little moment of sin.

And after I had became so horny and stroked on

My stiff cock,I had placed my own hands on

firm ass and began sucking on her soaking wet pussy

Before she had carressed her huge tits and wanted me

To do the one thing that doesn't weigh a ton.

Then,after we had dropped ourselves down to the floor,

I had laid myself right on top of her before

I had poked my finger into her asshole while she

Had sucked on my dick and--in turn--allowed me

To suck every drop of juice from her vaginal core.

That was before I had taken my large dick out

Of her mouth and started slamming it in and out

Of her moist snatch which had made the beautiful clone

Of Penthouse Magazine's September 1984 Pet Of The Month hone

On her own vocal glands and let herself force out

A scream that was so incredibly loud that the giant

7up bottle had shattered before we had to pant

And cum right there on the floor inside my kitchen.

Then,after I had woken up from my own sin

Filled dream and noticed that I was not a gnat

Sized being anymore,I had checked on my little specimen

And realized why I had shrunk to her size then

For in spite of the fact that she was indeed

The size of a doll,she had done the deed

To become pregnant after what happened there in my kitchen.





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