I shrunk this guy down at the club I couldn’t put him in my see through purse so I shoved him in my ass you can even see him peeking though my panties he is going to be my new buttlicker cleaning the stink and sweat from my asscrack I torment & trian you to love & lick beause this is what you are devoted to you now
Shrunken Fan Becomes Model’s Meal
Whitney Morgan and I are hanging out in my hotel room, catching a breather from our very hectic convention schedule. It has been a long few days, and we have a few more days to go. We start chatting about fan interactions and how awkward it can be when we get a distinct feeling that someone is watching us. We start looking around to make sure there’s no camera hidden in the room when we spot him.
There has been a tiny little man watching us this whole time! After toying with him, we finally deduce that he is a huge nerd who shrunk himself down at the convention to be able to get inside girls’ rooms and happens to be fans of Giantess work. We tease and taunt him with our beautiful feet and pantyhosed legs. We decide that stomping him out wouldn’t be as fun as if we were to eat him. I know Whitney is super hungry and hasn’t eaten, so I offer up him as a snack for her. She licks and tastes him with her long tongue, getting spit all over him before finally dropping him in her mouth for a quick meal! What a lucky little guy to be swallowed whole and get to spend his final moments in Miss Whitney’s stomach to digest!
Vore Dinner Date Desert
Im sweet & flirty until my tiny date tells me he doesnt have enough money for desert! My nice girl act drops & I start burping alot Im feeling snackish I just want a little treat to fully satisfy me you look kindof good enough to eat hmm let me see… gulp! My tiny man struggles inside my mouth pushing trying to get out I swallow casually then pay the bill Later when I get home dancing in my panties theres still fighting and kicking in my stomach you can see it! I tell my tiny man to settle down my belly is where you were supposed to be all along
Slow Shrinking Disease
[Custom, the name Zach is used] We’re close chil-dhood friends and when you tell me about your slow shrinking disease, I promise to do whatever it takes to take care of you. Nothing is gonna change between us.
The days pass and I’m surprised about how quickly you’ve shrunk already. I make jokes about your size but I apologise for upsetting you and remind you I’m still here for you.
You’re at waist height now and I kneel before me, motherly, assertive and bl-unt. I’m moving in with you to care for you and clearly, you need me. I’m unintentionally demeaning and I listing your shortcomings.
You’re smaller still, shrinking down and down with every passing moment. I stand over you. I’m upset, irritated and spiteful because you had one job, to clean up your room, and you haven’t done it. You’re completely incompetent. I humiliate and degrade you because I’m stressed from both working and looking after you. I regret taking care of you.
3 inches. You’ve tried to escape again. I’m domineering and angry, seductively searching the room for you on my hands and knees and stomping around to scare you. I humiliate, demean, and threaten you. I find you hiding among the pillows and grab you in my hand, bringing you to my face as I stand and pace about. I’m arrogant and bratty, saying that nothing remains of our chil-dhood friendship, that you’re my pet. I demonstrate the punishments if you disobey. Perhaps you will be cru-shed beneath my feet, flattened under my ass or maybe I’ll just eat you…