Kinky

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Blake impatiently drummed his fingers over his thigh. He glanced at the clock, almost six.

He glanced at the message again. Package coming this evening, they’ll need you to sign.

Blake had been messaging back and forth with this man for months. He had garnered some attention after posting a slutty selfie in bed; a photo of him, shirt pulled back in his teeth, revealing his abs and his happy trail leading into his sweats. it wasn’t anything crazy, a couple thousand views and a few horny randoms in his comment section.

Since then one account in particular began to like his tweets. @6ray_0271 He stalked the account, it was faceless but active. His bio read: 50s male sharing what turns me on... He mainly followed a few buff gay porn accounts, a handful of them were AI. Their sterile over-enthusiastic smiles, veiny bulging muscles, and lifeless eyes seemed to bore into him if he stared too long.

Blake didn’t pay the man any mind, until one night. He was scrolling when the notification came through: Hi, you’re hot. I have an offer.

Blake snorted, he momentarily debated whether he should respond. Ultimately curiosity won him over: thx, what do you have in mind, lol

He sat up in bed and watched the three dots bob.

Pics for cash. I’ll send 250 for 3 feet pics.

For a moment Blake just stared at the screen. He was serious? Was it a scam? He blinked as a notification from Venmo popped up at the top of the screen. $100 from Gray. He remembered that he had linked it in his bio.

He felt a blush creep to his cheeks as he received another message: Now send.

So he did. The money was real, it came through Venmo and occasionally presents. Luxury items or fancy dinner reservations for one. It was a great side hustle and his friends were jealous, which made Blake feel that much more smug about the whole situation.

Blake jumped at the sharp ring that pierced the silent apartment. His intercom. “Finally.” He mumbled, buzzing up the delivery man.

He opened the door and listened to the man climb the stairs to the third floor of the apartment complex.

“Hey.” He greeted softly, he eyed the box. Nondescript, no fancy labels, just a bold FRAGILE sticker slapped on the side.

Blake smiled and softly and took the package under his arm, surprised by how light it was. He was handed the small tablet; he used the attached stylus to scribble a signature on the small screen.

“Thanks, have a good one.” He told him politely before slipping back into his apartment.

Blake grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and sliced through the thick packing tape. He cracked open the box, a smaller, cream package was inside. A delicate envelope was on top, his name scrawled in a formal print.

He picked it up, pushing his thumb under the lip of paper and ripping it open.

To Blake,

Please enjoy. I expect photos and videos of you using this. Do to it as you would to me. Thinking you always…

Gray

Blake read the note twice, brows furrowed in confusion. He set it to the side and picked up the smaller box. He cracked open the package carefully. His eyes widened as it opened to a plush velvet interior. His breath hitched.

Inside was a tiny. They were rare little things, like a human but only a few inches tall. An “exotic pet”, typically only used for sex and extremely expensive. Blake had only ever seen them online before.

It was a man. He was tied like a present; tightly in a red ribbon. It was fastened around his chest, and his hands and feet were bound behind him. He sat immobile on his knees, he lifted his chin and met Blake’s wide eyes.

He was a skinny thing, pale, a tuft of hair so blond it was almost white. His eyes were bright blue. He was beautiful. He looked like an angel.

Blake reached down and pressed his thumb to his cheek. The skin was soft, plush, warm to the touch. The tiny turned his face to his thumb and pressed a kiss to the pad of his finger. So obedient…

Blake let out a breathless chuckle and grabbed his phone. He lifted the tiny thing’s chin with his thumb and pointer. “Look at the camera.” He told him. He snapped a photo of the tiny thing and sent it to Gray.

I can’t believe this, you’re serious?

He set his phone down and grabbed the scissors, cleanly snipping the ribbon. Blake watched it fall off him with a smirk; he really was like a little present. After freeing his arms and legs he scooped him into a loose fist.

“Let’s see you.” Blake murmured. He opened his palm so the tiny fell back against his fingers. God he was cute, so small, so fragile. He was completely naked except for a pair of minuscule briefs. He ran his pointer finger along his chest, pausing to feel his tiny heartbeat. It was pounding.

He cooed, “Are you scared, Angel?” Blake brushed his hair back and smiled down at him. He watched as he rapidly shook his head, god he was so fucking cute. “I’ve never seen anything like you, not in person at least.” He told him. His fingers delicately ran along his ribcage and down his abdomen.

His thumb passed over his crotch, he glanced at his face to gauge his reaction. Blood rushed to the tiny’s face. He whined weakly and arched his back at the faint touch.

Blake was delighted, god this was going to be fun. “Eager.” He teased. His phone dinged, he easily picked it up.

I wish that could be me, helpless under your touch. You are so hot, Blake. Send pics of him under your feet please.

He snorted and dropped his phone. He turned his attention back to the little thing. “Think you can get me off?” Blake asked him. He leaned a bit closer to the little thing just to see his eyes flash fearfully. He nodded quickly, eyes wide and scared. God he was so delicious.

“Give me a kiss.” He mumbled, puckering his lips. He found it hard to resist a smirk as the tiny thing scrambled to the edge of his palm to press himself against his lips. Blake could feel every detail of his face as it pressed into the delicate skin. He shivered and pulled him closer. He parted his lips to taste him.

He felt the tiny stiffen against his palm. His dick twitched, the man couldn’t say no. Not even if he wanted to, he was his. “Fuck.” He breathed against him.

Abruptly he parted his lips and took his upper half into his mouth. He heard the squeak of surprise, tiny hands pressed against his tongue, trying to push the appendage away. He trashed, his legs kicking desperately outside of his mouth.

Blake hummed, his tongue easily overpowering his efforts. It took its time, running along his face and down his neck. He tasted incredible. With two fingers he pressed against his tiny feet and pushed him fully into his mouth.

He could hear a muffled scream from his mouth. He palmed himself through his sweatpants. He pressed the tiny thing to the roof of his mouth; he ran his tongue over his entire form as he stood to walk to his bedroom.

He could taste salty drops, tears. He swallowed a moan, fuck it was all so hot.

He stripped and spat the tiny into his palm. Blake cooed as he choked and sputtered, his face was red and splotchy. Saliva pooled around him in his palm. “Sweet thing.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss the side of his face. He smirked as he flinched at the approaching lips.

Blake set him down on the bed between his thighs. “Let’s see what you can do, angel.” He murmured. He ran his tongue over his teeth and bit his lip. He was absolutely dwarfed under his cock. Pre blossomed at his tip, “C’mon…” he encouraged.

He watched as the tiny shakily got to his feet, approaching the massive cock. He looked scared, truly fearful. Blake sucked in a breath as the tiny thing scrambled up his massive thigh, once he found his footing in his pubes, he wrapped his arms around his cock and Blake let out a breathless laugh.

“Shit.” He whispered as the little thing began to jerk him off. It was evident that he was putting everything he had into it. Blake knew what he was thinking, if he didn’t get him off he would eat him, or crush him, or- “Oh fuck.” He hissed, imagining his fear, “That’s it, keep going…”

He bucked his hips, eyes following the tiny as he lost his footing and fell face first into his dick. Blake watched, delighted as the little thing scrambled to his feet and continued to pump him off. His precum dripped down his cock, into the little thing’s hair.

Blake’s eyes widened as the tiny stuck out his tongue and ran it along a particularly thick vein beside his head. He moaned as he watched him make out with the skin, licking and sucking on whatever flesh he could reach. There was a desperation in his eyes. His shaky hands ran along his length.

He was close, he could feel it. But clearly it wasn’t enough. He grabbed his cock, tiny and all. He jerked himself fast and hard. “Fuck!” He moaned, feeling the tiny squirm against him as he was crushed hard against his dick. Blake saw stars as he shot ropes of cum over his comforter.

He panted, his hand going limp as his head lolled back. “Holy shit.” He mumbled breathlessly. He felt the tiny crawl out of his hand and looked up. Blake’s eyes widened as he saw the tiny thing on his hands and knees, lapping at the pools of spunk. He smirked. “C’mere, angel.” He whispered, hooking two fingers under his chest and abdomen. He lifted him to his face and gave him a kiss.

“You couldn’t do it on your own…” Blake watched the fear wash over his face, so scared to disappoint. He grinned, kissing his cheek. “But we’ll practice, it was real nice.” He murmured. “But now we’ve gotta take some pictures, say thanks to the man who got you for me, hmm?” He smirked as the tiny nodded, bowing in his palm obediently.

Blake grinned and set him on the hardwood. “Lay down on your back.” He told him, watching as the tiny immediately dropped to the floor. He was so fucking small, he brought his foot up and carefully lowered it onto him. He heard a fearful whimper and bit his lip. So hot.

He could see his face poking between the space between his big and index toe. He was red in the face and visibly scared. Blake pulled out his phone and took a photo of his helpless little face.

He started to record, “Lick, go on.” He demanded, watching through his screen as the tiny thing whimpered. Reluctantly he stuck out his tongue and began to lap at the space between his toes. “Act like you want it.” He muttered, applying a bit more pressure.

Blake watched as the tiny’s eyes widened in fear; he quickly picked up the pace, slobbering and sucking at whatever he could reach. Blake let this go on for a couple minutes before stopping the video. He sent it to Gray. He kept the tiny beneath his toes as he waited for a reply.

He’s so fucking helpless. Make him worship you. He doesn’t know how lucky he is. I’d give anything to worship your soles. Please use him as your insole the next time you go to the gym.

Blake smirked at the message. How could he say no to that?

“Good boy.” He whispered as he lifted his foot; his eyes sparkling in delight as he realized the tiny was stuck to the ball of foot. He held his hand out and scrunched his toes, letting the tiny fall into his palm; he lifted him to his face.

The poor thing was shaking, his eyes were glassy with tears. “Oh angel.” Blake cooed, “We’ll get you used to this.” He promised. “You’re gonna love it, I know you will.”

The morning started like any other; Bucky rose at dawn and left on his morning run, leaving Alana to burrow deeper into their plush comforters. She settled into the warm dip he’d left behind, drifting back to sleep among his scent. It was mid morning when she rose again, warm light streaming through the windows.

The hardwood floors were cold beneath her bare feet, the kitchen tiles colder. Any thoughts of the discomfort, however, escaped her mind as Alana caught sight of the coffee pot. She approached it, mood already improving, more so upon realizing it was filled and ready to brew for one. A smile tugged at her lips. One push of the button and she retrieved the desired add ins.

Her mind wandered briefly to Bucky and what time he might be home, fingers fiddling with the hem of her (Bucky’s) shirt. They’d planned to have a lazy Sunday, staying indoors and avoiding the heat of summer. A stack of movies sat waiting on the tv stand, and they’d pull the blackout curtains before settling in. Buck had insisted on at least going for a run (or two) and she made no objections, looking forward to the quiet moments alone.

Coffee in hand, Alana turned to the living room, swiping the soft blanket she’d used the night before and settling at the end of the couch. Moments later she was once more settled comfortably among her favorite blanket, watching her favorite show and sipping coffee. The best way to begin a lazy Sunday.

Emptying her mug rather quickly, Alana set it aside and stretched out; she hadn’t meant to doze off, but in her position it was almost inevitable.

When she woke again, it was dark. Panic gripped her chest and she shot up, sleep rushing away like the tide. Had she really slept into the night? Alana sat up straight and was surprised when the familiar soft fabric of her blanket brushed her head. A small sigh escaped her lips. Stupid, she thought, you’re under the blanket!

And yet, something wasn’t right. Sitting up beneath the cover should have resulted in a tent draping down to her lap, but now it hardly brushed her hair. Confused, Alana stood, raising her hands to push against it. It was heavier than she remembered. A lump formed in her throat, and suddenly she was rushing forward, feet sinking into what she knew to be the couch cushion.

Her heart was racing as she finally burst into the light, blinking furiously to adjust. She stood frozen as the landscape of the living room came into view. The cushion she’d once rested on and fully taken up with her ass alone now spread before her like a field; to her right the blanket formed hills taller than she was now. Far off past the coffee table the tv still quietly played, its pictures a blur of color as she struggled to comprehend the situation. She’d shrunk. Alana now stood at a mere two inches, stranded alone in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

Bucky! A wave of relief washed through her. Yes, he would be back any minute now and notice right away she was missing. With his super soldier hearing, there was no doubt he’d hear her yelling.

Filled with new energy, Alana scrambled over the edge of the blanket, stumbling and struggling to maintain her footing among the now knee high fibers. She climbed the nearest hill and perched at the top, trying to ignore the realization of just how small she was.

Thankfully, she wasn’t forced to wait long. The sound of keys in the lock drew her eyes to the door, and moments later the massive form of Bucky Barnes stepped inside. He wore a gray top and dark sweats; the shock of seeing her boyfriend towering high above her even at a distance stunned Alana into silence. Well, that and the glistening sweat over his shoulders and bulging biceps. She was caught even longer in this trance as he removed his shirt in one fluid motion, balling it in his fist to wipe his brow.

Only when Bucky took a step towards the hallway was she shaken from her thoughts. “Bucky! Bucky wait!” It was too late. In three steps he entered the hall, another three and he was in their shared bedroom, no doubt preparing for a shower. Alana sighed, running a hand down her face at her own foolishness. Who could blame her? The man she had no problem complimenting as a god had never looked more like one than he did now.

Alana shook her head; from the hallway came the sound of running water. Forcing herself to remain focused, she secured a higher spot, wishing to be as noticeable as possible when he returned.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes later his steps approached. Alana stood straight and raised her arms. Bucky wore only a pair of red boxers, his hair down and dripping. He turned into the kitchen and she lowered her arms. Of course; how long will I have to wait? She thought bitterly. The familiar sounds of the coffee machine and fridge opening and closing filled the space, urging her ever growing anxiety.

Then, finally, finally, Bucky approached the couch. Arms up, Alana began shouting, “Bucky! Bucky look down! Help, please!” He held a steaming mug with his flesh hand; before she knew it he was towering over her, eyes focused ahead as he suddenly turned and presented his rear. Dread filled her as she stared at the expansive surface that was her boyfriend’s boxer clad ass. Thankfully, he was descending on the cushion beside her, but that didn’t spare her from the effects of his massive weight crashing down.

The ground beneath her shifted violently, sending her flying from the blanket with a shout. She landed with a bounce on the couch cushion, sliding towards the massive thigh. Alana caught hold of the couch fibers and halted her movement, sucking in air to calm her racing heart as Bucky settled.

Above her, he sipped his coffee, unaware of the turmoil he was causing his minuscule girlfriend. Alana hauled herself up, craning her neck back at the mountains of flesh before her.

“Bucky!” She tried again. “Bucky please! Look down!” The giant man made no motion to show he’d heard her. Alana sighed in defeat and turned towards her next option; the cloth of his boxers was loose, offering numerous footholds and places to grab. If she were lucky, he’d look down and realize it was her as soon as she touched him.

Alana approached slowly, the couch cushion dipping sharply towards his weight. Preparing herself, Alana leapt and grabbed hold of the soft cloth and quickly hauled herself up. She made it to the top without trouble, resting on her knees to catch her breath. Looking up she was greeted by Bucky’s bare stomach and abs, her eyes following his happy trail until it disappeared into his boxers. Alana swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized just how close she was to Bucky’s cock, the only thing separating her tiny form a thin cloth. She forced her attention away and stood, swaying on the uneven surface and looking up. A few stray drops of water remained on his chest, pausing their journey down every few inches.

Again, Alana raised her arms and began to shout. “Bucky! Bucky look-“ just her luck, it was at that time her giant boyfriend decided to shift; his hips slid forward and raised up slightly before settling back down. Alana fell on her back, cries for help turning to startled shouts as once again her world shook.

There was nothing she could do to stop her rolling, the folds of the boxers to big to grab hold of. “Bucky!” She shouted once more before stopping at her destination-the small hammock between the thigh and bulge. The smell hit her then, a mix of soap and natural musk.

“Oh, no. Bucky!” Panicking, Alana struggled to stand, swaying unsteadily. “Bucky damnit look down!” Her hands groped desperately for purchase, for anything she could use to haul herself out of this hell.

Naturally, her efforts led only to Bucky’s bulge. Alana fell still, staring desperately up at her boyfriend for help. His gaze remained fixed ahead on the tv far behind her. Had it really come to this? Her eyes drifted to the cock she’d come to know so well; only then it didn’t dwarf her, as she knew it would now should she wish it.

I just need his attention, she tried to reason with herself, he’ll have to look down, surely! Convincing herself it would be as it had been many times before, Alana hauled herself up and lay over the bulge, working her hands along its length. It responded instantly, pulsing gratefully at her touch.

She looked up to Bucky’s face and found that same distracted expression. Alana worked faster, hauling herself up to straddle his member. This drew out his first sharp breath. Under different circumstances, she may have been into this, and wondered briefly if Buck would feel the same. However, as she turned again to see if Bucky was looking down, her heart sank.

With his eyes closed, Buck tilted his head back to rest against the couch as he received sudden bolts of pleasure to his growing cock.

“Bucky!” She paused her motions and tried once more to call to him. “Bucky look down! I’m down here!”

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“After moving a new city and being so far from home we know it must be tough. I remember when my parents dropped me off at Berkley. It felt like I was drowning.” Her mother told her, keeping her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “I was so unbelievably homesick.”

Charlotte smiled softly at her ever-emotional mother, sympathetically nodding as she watched her mother’s eyes fill with fears.

“We’re so happy that you’re so independent but we wanted to get you something to keep you company during this… Transitional period.” Her father explained. “Honey, do you wanna give it to her?”

Her mother nodded “We just, we love you so much, Charlotte.” She wiped her eyes and let out a breath, composing herself. She reached into the bag at her feet and produced a small box.

She placed it in her daughters’ hands and gave her a watery smile.

The box was the equivalent of an undersized Build-A-Bear box; white cardboard with childish doodles over it. It was designed to look like a tiny house, small holes dotted the sides.

Charlotte shot a glance at her parents, who were watching her reaction eagerly, before she pushed the handle down to free the cardboard flaps that kept the box sealed. She looked inside, eyes widening. “No way…”

Her father’s chronically un-silenced phone let out an audible camera click as she looked up at them in shock.

Inside the box, sitting on a bed of pink tissue paper was a miniscule girl, a shrinkee.

Her hair was dark, and long. Her tiny hands were clasped in her lap, she looked up with an innocent nervousness. She smiled weakly up at her new owner.

“We did our research, she’s from an extremely reliable company. They trained her, she’ll listen to you and give advice. She is cuddly and attentive. She should be perfect, Charlotte.” Her mother said with a smile, handing her a small card. It was a certificate.

It had a photo of the shrinkee at the top, she was 20 years old, born only a year before Charlotte, and her name. Molly.

Charlotte stared up at her parents in awe. “Thank you so much…” She carefully set the box down on her bed and hugged her parents.

They cooed and embraced her. “It’s the least we could do. I remember how fascinated you were with them when you were younger.” Her father reminisced. “We thought it was be a perfect gift for you-”

“For this next chapter.” Her mother finished, kissing her cheek.

Her father ruffled her hair, he had always been a bit unsure how to navigate situations with too much emotion. “Well, ah, if we don’t start driving we won’t get home until dark. So we should probably hit the road, kiddo.” He told her with a smile.

She nodded, smiling graciously at them. “I love you guys.” They embraced once more and Charlotte walked them to the door. She laughed softly as her mother began to cry again. Always so emotional.

She waved and closed the door, her hands lingering on the wooden doorframe for a moment. She could hear their footsteps going down the stairs.

She pulled up her hair as she walked back into her bedroom. She sat beside the bed and reached into the small box.

She heard a squeak of surprise from the shrinkee as she pinched her waist and pulled her from the box. She deposited the girl into her palm and held her at eye-level. “Molly, is it?” She murmured, looking her over.

“Y-Yeah, that’s me!” Her voice was soft and sweet. “Y-You’re Charlotte? Your mother said you were so lovely, they really love you! I hope I’ll be a good-”

“It’s Char.” She corrected softly, wetting her lips slightly. “So you’re trained? To do… What exactly?” She asked, keeping her voice low.

“Oh! Um, anything you’d like! I listen to commands, I won’t run away, or uh, get annoying or anything. Like a little built in friend.” Her little cheeks were rosy as she looked up at Char, almost struggling to maintain eye contact.

As she spoke Char sized her up. She was about the height of her middle finger. She was fair, had long dark hair, and she wore a white baby-doll dress. She hummed softly, barely listening to what she was saying. Her head was buzzing.

Without warning she pinched the bottom of her dress and pulled it off of her in one swift movement. Molly yelped and immediately brought her hands up to cover herself.

“Hands down.” Char told her, watching the girl’s face. Shock and fear, she hesitated. “I thought you took commands, hands down.” Char repeated, her tone sharper this time.

Molly bit her lip and dropped her hands to her sides. She was entirely naked besides a baby-blue pair of panties. Char drank her in, her small, perky tits rose and fell with each panicked breath. Her tummy had a faint happy trail leading into her panties. She was fucking perfect.

Char looked at her face, she looked so scared. The human smirked softly, her clit was throbbing. She crossed her legs under herself. She leaned forward and ran her bottom lip over her tits, she listened to the tiny girl’s sudden gasp.

She felt her nipples harden under the contact, she felt the girl plant her tiny hands against her face, fruitlessly trying to push her away. She pressed a kiss to her chest, her plush lips encasing her whole chest. She snuck out her tongue and ran it along the girl’s tits. She tasted of salt and faintly of soap.

She felt the shrinkee’s knees buckle slightly. Molly let out a shuddering breath. She circled her tongue over her nipple and ran her teeth over the fat of her tit. One of the girl’s hands came up to muffle a moan.

Char opened her eyes to look at her little face. She could see the fear in her eyes but the soft noises escaping her showed her giving into the pleasure. Almost as if her body was betraying her.

She pulled off of her and pressed another kiss to her tits.

“Sweet Molly.” She murmured as she pulled away. She glanced down at her panties, smirking as she saw the wet spot on the blue cotton. She hooked her pointer finger under the elastic.

“No!” Molly yelped, hands fastening to her panties; clinging to her dignity.

Char smirked at her and easily pulled them off of her. Molly whimpered and stepped back, stumbling slightly on her fleshy palm. The human watched, her eyes were hungry and sparkling with delight.

She held her pointer finger at her level. “Get off on it.” She told her.

“W-What?” Molly’s voice was soft, nearly inaudible. She looked up at her owner in horror.

“I said get off on it.” Char repeated, “Make yourself cum, orgasm.” She clarified. “Come on.” She told her as she hesitated.

“B-But I… I don’t-”

Char rolled her eyes, “Don’t make me ask again.” She murmured, tone flat and unforgiving.

The shrinkee swallowed thickly and took a shaky step forward, glancing up at Char to make sure she was serious. She stepped up, her owner’s finger between her thighs. She lowered herself onto Char’s pointer. She looked up once more before quickly averting her eyes.

She began to hump into her finger, whimpering weakly. “Good girl.” Char whispered, her tone sickly sweet. “There you go…” She coaxed

She could feel Molly’s dripping cunt against the sensitive pad of her finger. So warm and soft, her flesh wet and eager. The shrinkee whimpered and moaned weakly, rotating her hips to find purchase against her finger.

“Sweet thing, keep going…” She purred, watching the girl’s eyebrows knit together. She flinched at every word. She seemed to find her rhythm, she panted and moaned softly as she humped eagerly into her finger.

Char could tell she was close, her mouth was agape and she was all but slamming her cunt into her fingerpad. The human lifted her chin to face her, watching her eyes snap open. They were watery, scared of what she might do next. “Don’t stop, look into my eyes when you cum.” She commanded.

Molly hiccuped on a soft sob and gasped. Her back arched and her thighs quivered. She was stiff, almost statuesque as she came. Her eyes were locked on Char’s, tears slid down her cheek as slumped against her finger, coming down from the orgasm.

Char smiled and kissed her cheek, licking her tears. “What do you say?” She purred into her ear.

“T-Thank you.” Molly’s voice was weak, nearly inaudible.

“Good.” Char pulled her finger away, sucking off the cum Molly had left behind. She smiled down at her; her thighs were glistening with cum. She pressed a kiss to her belly, admiring the way she flinched from the touch.

Char set her on the bed, seeing her relief as she was put down. She bit back a grin. She stood and tugged off her tee-shirt and unclipped her bra. She watched Molly stare, almost in disbelief before that was quickly replaced with terror. She clicked her tongue, “Don’t worry, sweet thing.” She chuckled. She stripped out of her jeans and panties and sat down on the carpet. “C’mere…” She told her, stretching out her palm.

Hesitantly Molly got to her feet and stumbled into the palm. Char curled it around her, holding the shrinkee in a loose fist. She sat back against the bed, facing her mirror. She spread her legs and dropped Molly onto the carpet.

“Make me cum.” She told her. She bit her lip as Molly looked up fearfully.

“Char, I-I can’t. I-I won’t.” She quickly shook her head and back-pedaled.

“Sweet thing… You have to.” Char told her. “C’mon…” She corralled her with her hand, leading her towards her slick cunt.

“I-I don’t know how…” Molly’s voice broke, she pressed herself back against Char’s hand.

The human girl sighed softly, before she reached down with her other hand. She lifted her outer lips to reveal her clit, already pink and throbbing. “Suck this.” She told her. “Then use your hands everywhere else. You’ll figure out the rest.” She then pushed Molly to her cunt, she thrashed and let out a yell.

Char’s mouth fell open, “Fuck… That works too…” She whispered, humming as her fingers pinned her to her pussy. The shrinkee thrashed and cried out, sobbing softly. Char moaned and lifted her a bit higher, her face level with her clit.

Her thumb pressed her face against it and Char melted back against her beframe. She moaned deeply, “F-Fuck…” She hissed. Her eyes went wide as Molly opened her mouth and began to lick and suck at her. “Jesus… There you go…”

She looked down at her, watching her. Molly had her eyes screwed shut, tears trailed down her cheeks. She gagged slightly as Char pressed the back of her head, making her take the clit in full. “Good girl…” She whispered, “Mmm, that’s it…” She panted.

Char could recall the first time she discovered shrinkee porn. Unlimited internet access, it wasn’t hard to find. With the right key words there were playlists of public porn all over youtube. It was late at night, the family computer.

She stared, eyes glued to the screen as she watched a tiny man’s face being pressed to a giant cockhead. His face crushed into the slit, occasionally breaking free to gasp for air. And even though he was fighting it, his tiny cock was hard as a rock and drooling precum. It was permanently imprinted on her brain.

She looked down at the tiny girl. It was finally her turn.

She cruelly pressed the back of her head, mashing her tiny face into her flesh. She moaned as she renewed her struggles, kicking and thrashing against her. Char couldn’t take it any longer.

With her middle and ring finger she found the back of Molly’s head and began to circle her clit. She could hear Molly occasionally gasping for air.

For a moment Char pulled back,“P-Please! Stop! PLEASE-” She slammed her back into her clit. Char moaned and watched the mirror in front of her. The scene was obscene. Her pink cunt was shining, dripping. Molly’s little legs and arms flailed helplessly beneath her fingers.

“Fuck…” Char panted, speeding up the pace. So close… She thought of the videos she had seen, the porn she had read. She imagined Molly’s perspective, her horror, her pleas…

Char came loudly, throwing her head back. She shoved Molly down her cunt and crossed her legs tightly, sealing her in her cunt. She shuddered with aftershock, panting and blissed out.

She sat there for a moment, feeling Molly quiver and thrash against her flesh. She licked her lips and grabbed her thong. She spread her legs and pulled up her panties.

She stood and adjusted Molly, making sure her face pressed flush to her clit. Char pulled the thong up tight, trapping the shrinkee against her. She hummed, cupping her cunt and running her middle finger along Molly’s back. Molly squirmed which elicited a soft hum and a shiver of delight.

Perfect. Char pulled on her jeans and got dressed. She had dinner with some new friends.

She couldn’t wait to get home and experiment more.