He watched me undress, waiting for his moment to pounce. We wrestled for a few moments, but he overpowered me with ease. As I fell to the ground, so did a small remote. I grabbed for it frantically- it wasn’t much of a weapon, but it would have to do. As I moved to strike, my finger caught a button. This towering man was now boob height. What the fuck?! Realizing my power, I acted quickly and shrunk him again. The smaller he got, the more pathetic he looked. I began to taunt him with my goddess body, showing him the way my pantyhose accentuated my goddess curves, shoving my bare pussy in his tiny face, just out of reach of his tiny tongue. I felt so badly for him by the end; so miniscule, so emasculated, so completely irrelevant. I milked his micro cock with two fingers until he blew the most miniature load ever recorded.
