Shrunken Boyfriend: Star Nine
As I stride through my opulent living room, my attention is momentarily diverted by an unusual sight. A tiny, shrunken figure lies sprawled across the hardwood floor—it's my boyfriend, Michael, and he's smaller than my little finger. My long fingernails start to twitch with anticipation as I approach him. Is he really that small? Am I really going to squish him like a bug?
I crouch down to get a closer look at his miniature form, my oiled legs dwarfing him in comparison. His eyes widen in fear as I bring my black stilettos down towards him, mere inches from his trembling body. I could step on him right now and end it all—or I could play with him first. The thought sends a shiver of excitement through me.
"Do you like my french pedicure, Michael?" I ask, my voice a low purr. "How would you like to feel your body explode under my sexy toes?" I wiggle them enticingly, watching as his tiny cock twitches in response. "I love toe wiggling near your helpless body." I can't resist, and lean down to let my wrinkled soles hover just above him. It's enough to make him whimper.
"Are you afraid of my full weight on you?" I tease, straightening up again. "Would you like to feel your body squashed between my big feet?" I know what my answer would be, and I'm excited to find out if he feels the same way.
I stand up, letting my perfect tits spill out of my top as I undress. The sight of my huge breasts and stacked curves must be daunting for someone so small, but Michael's eyes are fixed on my fingernails as they stroke his tiny cock. He's so cute, so helpless, and I can't resist the urge to taste him.
I lower my mouth towards him, feeling his hot breath on my lips as I get closer. His eyes widen even further as he's engulfed by my big mouth, and I moan in pleasure as his salty juices flood my senses. This is too good to resist—I should probably stop before I get carried away, but I can't help myself.
I begin to body lick him, savoring the taste of his juices as they coat my tongue. He's so delicious, so addictive, and I can't get enough. It would be fun to do giantess vore with him, but for now I decide to spare him and spit him out onto my perfect tits. He looks up at me with wide eyes, his tiny cock still partially hard as he worships my nipple.
The nipple play feels incredible, but I have other plans for him. I pick him up with my fingertips, feeling his tiny body squirm in my grasp. "Release your load after I give an orgasm countdown," I command him, my voice echoing in his helpless ears. He nods his agreement, his cock still hard as he waits for my instructions.
I begin to count down, my thrusts matching each number. With every thrust, his orgasm gets closer, and with every moan from me, it's clear that I'm enjoying this as much as he is. Finally, I count down to zero, and he releases his load onto my perfect tits. I reward him by putting him on a table and covering him with a glass to keep him safe, but I can't resist giving him one last taste before walking away.
I may be a giantess, but I love my little man. I don't want him to escape and try to grow back to his normal size. For now, though, it's time to find something else to play with. The possibilities are endless...