Wreckin Becca - Tiny Errands

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Wreckin Becca - Tiny Errands

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The Queen of Shrinks: A Giantess Fetish Tale

Becca was a woman of great power and even greater ambitions. As she strolled through her expansive home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dominance over the tiny world around her. Today was going to be a busy day, and she knew just the way to make the most of it: with the help of her loyal subject, a shrunken man named Tom.

A Royal Command

Dressed in nothing but a lace bra and panties, Becca surveyed her tiny servant. "Tom," she demanded, her voice booming like thunder, "I have a lot to do today. You're going to help me." She walked over to a miniature toolbox and picked it up, holding it just out of Tom's reach. "First, I need you to fetch this toolbox from the garage."

Tom trembled in fear, knowing the consequences of disappointing his queen. He nodded and began to shrink, becoming smaller and more vulnerable with every passing second. Becca smiled, savoring the power she held over him. "Good boy," she praised, feeling a twinge of excitement rush through her veins. "Now, off you go."

Shrunken Tasks

Tom zoomed off towards the garage, his tiny legs pumping frantically as he tried to keep up with Becca's commands. He reached the garage and quickly retrieved the toolbox, returning to his queen with haste. Becca examined his work, satisfied with his efforts so far. "Very well done, Tom," she said, her words laced with approval. "Now, I need you to clean the bathrooms."

Tom hesitated, knowing the danger that awaited him if he failed. But he also knew that obeying his queen was the only way to please her. With a deep breath, he began to shrink once more. Soon, he was no bigger than a pencil eraser, easily able to navigate the intricate details of her bathrooms. He worked tirelessly, scrubbing and polishing until every surface gleamed.

The Queen's Delight

As Tom finished his task, Becca inspected the bathrooms, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Excellent work, Tom," she praised, her voice echoing through the halls. "You've made me very proud." She knelt down, pretending to examine a tiny stain on the floor. "But do you know what would make me even happier?" she asked, her voice dripping with sinister intent.

Tom trembled in fear, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but wish he had never been shrunken in the first place. "W-what is it, my queen?" he asked, his voice shaking. Becca stood up, grinning ear to ear. "I want you to clean my bedroom," she said, her smile turning predatory. "But this time, I want you to do it while I watch."

The Shrink's Fate

Tom felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he realized what was about to happen. He knew that if he refused, he would face the wrath of his queen. With a deep breath, he began to shrink once more, preparing himself for the ordeal ahead. He entered Becca's bedroom, feeling her gaze boring into his back.

Tom worked tirelessly, cleaning every inch of Becca's bedroom. He could feel her presence looming over him, watching his every move. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread building inside him. He knew that there was no escape from his fate, and that he would be at the mercy of his queen for as long as she desired.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tom finished his task. He stood before Becca, waiting for her judgment. She examined him critically, her eyes scanning every inch of his tiny form. "Very well done, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've pleased me once again." She leaned down, her face hovering above him. "But remember, Tom," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You're only as good as your last task."

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