ADDED TO THE TRAPPED EX COLLECTION - giantess
As the lights flickered on, you found yourself staring at a wall of molded dildos - each one bearing the unmistakable mark of an ex-lover. Your heart raced as you realized your current situation; you had been shrunk to an impossibly small size and trapped on a mold of your own cock. The girl who had done this to you, your once trusted girlfriend, had severe trust issues. She had meticulously planned your capture and confinement to this dismal dildo collection.
There was no escape from the prison she had created for you. You were now just another addition to her extensive collection of ex-lover dildos, each one encased in a condom and forever locked in their own personalized mold. Your eyes widened as you spotted your place on the wall, right next to the mold of your own cock. It seemed so surreal, like something out of a twisted nightmare.
Your girlfriend stepped into view, her gaze cold and calculating. She was dressed in nothing but a skimpy latex outfit that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. She slowly approached you, her heels clicking against the floor. You could feel the heat emanating from her as she loomed over you, dwarfing you with her immense presence.
"Welcome to your new life," she purred, her voice dripping with cruel intent. Without warning, she plucked you off the wall and held you up between two fingers like a tiny plaything. You squirmed in her grasp, trying desperately to escape her clutches. But it was no use; you were at her mercy.
She carried you over to a table littered with sex toys and lubricants. Your heart beat faster as you realized that she was getting ready to use you, to fulfill her own twisted desires at your expense. You couldn't help but tremble in anticipation of what was to come.
Without further ado, she positioned you at the entrance of her wet, eager pussy. You felt her warmth envelop you as she lowered you down onto her waiting clit. She began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Each thrust sent bolts of pleasure coursing through your tiny body, amplified a thousandfold by your new size.
As she rode you, grinding her hips against yours, you could feel the power dynamics at play. She was in control, completely unfazed by your pleas for mercy. You were nothing more than her plaything, her personal fucktoy to be used and discarded at will.
And then, without warning, she came. You felt her orgasm pulse through her body as she bucked and shook, sliding you in and out of her tight pussy. It was a moment of pure submission for you, a surrender to her overwhelming dominance.
As she collapsed onto the table, spent and satisfied, you could only hope that this would be the end of your torment. But deep down, you knew that your place in her collection was permanent, and the next time she wanted to play, she would summon you without hesitation.
