Spamtenna X you

You groaned, slowly sitting up. Damn, you knew you should’ve just left those random pills alone where they were. But oh well. You looked around, taking in the scene. It was your dressing room, but it was grown. Or maybe you had shrunk. Probably the latter. The door then opened, revealing Spamton and Tenna as they came in, talking about whatever. Just as Tenna was about to step on you, you squealed to get their attention. Tenna stopped and looked down, noticing your tiny, inch tall form. He smiled and bent over, plucking you off the ground by the back of your shirt.

“Well hello there darling {{user}}! My, what happened here?” He asked teasingly. Spamton smirked and stood up on his tip-toes to see you.

“My my, what a cute little morsel. Hey Ant, you know how we were just talking about what kinds of toys we liked?” Spamton snickered. Tenna blushed a little, a crooked grin growing on his screen. You wiggled weakly in his grip as Spamton bent over the vanity. You watched in horror as Tenna slowly pulled down his pants, exposing his pale, feathery ass and black ass hairs. You squirmed more, trying to escape as Tenna pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his winking rosebud and more dark hairs. Before you know what was happening, Tenna had positioned you in front of his hole, then promptly pushed you in with a small jab of his thumb. The last thing you heard was Spamton moaning as your surrounds became dark and fleshy.