The street was dark and desolate, the only light coming from a distant streetlamp. Goten, a scrawny seven-year-old white boy, approached a group of teenage boys standing on the corner. He tried to act tough, but his small stature gave him away.
"Hey, what's up little man?" Travis, the leader of the group, said with a smirk. He was a tall, muscular black teenager with a shaved head.
Goten puffed out his chest, trying to look intimidating. "I said, what's up?"
Jamal, a lanky black teenager with a gap-toothed grin, laughed. "Looks like we got ourselves a little shota here."
Tré, a short, stocky Latino teenager, joined in the laughter. "Yeah, he's even smaller than me, and I'm the runt of the group."
Goten's face turned red with anger. He clenched his fists, ready to fight. But before he could make a move, something strange happened. He began to shrink down into his clothes, becoming even smaller than before. His clothes pooled around him, and he was now naked and vulnerable.
Travis's eyes widened as he saw Goten shrink. He reached down and picked up the tiny Goten, marveling at how small he was. "Wow, look at this little guy. He's even cuter than I thought."
Jamal reached out and fondled Goten's tiny little penis, balls, and buttocks, pinching his cheeks and making him squirm. "Damn, he's so tiny. I can't believe it."
Tré held Goten in the palm of his hand, admiring his doll-like size. He played with Goten's little arms and legs, making him kick and struggle. "He's so adorable. I could play with him all day."
Goten tried to escape, but the teenagers were too strong for him. They held him down, continuing to molest him and play with his tiny body.
"Look at his cute little butt," Jamal said, pinching Goten's tiny buttocks. "I bet it would feel so good to fuck."
Tré continued to play with Goten's tiny body, making him squirm and struggle in his hand. "I can't believe how much I enjoy having him as my personal toy."
Goten tried to fight back, but it was no use. He was too small and weak compared to the teenagers. He resigned himself to his fate, and let them continue to play with his tiny body.
Travis stroked Goten's tiny penis, jerking him off until he had a dry orgasm. Dry cum covered his tiny body, and the teenagers laughed at the sight.
"Looks like our little shota is trying to cum," Tré said with a chuckle. "But he's too young to do it."
Jamal pinched Goten's tiny buttocks, making him yelp in pain. "He's so cute. I can't wait until he's old enough to fuck."
The chapter ended with Goten lying in Travis's hand, exhausted and defeated. The teenagers continued to play with his tiny body, saying they'll never let him go.
Goten looked up at the teenagers with a mixture of fear and resignation. He knew he was at their mercy, and there was nothing he could do about it. He could only hope that they would tire of him eventually, and let him go.
But for now, he was their plaything, their tiny shota. And he would have to endure whatever they had in store for him.
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