Tormenting My Shrinking Man

One of the things I love about having a stressful day is that I can always come home and take it all out on my puny pathetic excuse of a man with some shrinking phone sex. I shrunk him a couple weeks ago and I’ve been loving every minute of it ever since. I bought him a fish tank and filled it with sand and made it his new home. I just love being able to come home and watch him run around aimlessly banging on the glass begging for me to let him out. Sometimes I’ll pick him up and toss him up in the air a couple times just to see his reaction. I find it hilarious once he gets to his breaking point and starts crying. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a man. He is my pet. Just a useless plaything for my amusement. Maybe this time I’ll squash him like a bug and wipe him all over my hardwood floors. Just the thought of him being at my mercy is enough to send me over the edge. God I love being a giantess.

Crissy

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