Mia, a mere six inches tall, pirouetted on the gleaming surface of Ethan's mahogany desk. Her naked form, a peculiar blend of vulnerability and allure, was a stark contrast against the towering office supplies that surrounded her. Her big tits, defying the laws of proportion, jiggled delightfully with each twirl she made. The room's soft lighting cast shadows that played hide and seek across her body, leaving her in a perpetual dance of light and dark.
Ethan, her devoted partner in both work and play, loomed large in his ergonomic chair, his tall, athletic frame a stark reminder of the vast size difference between them. His eyes never left Mia, his gaze a mix of fascination and concern. He'd seen her pull off crazy stunts before, but shrinking her was definitely pushing the boundaries of their usual office antics.
The package that had arrived that morning was sleek and unassuming, the kind that would be at home on the shelves of a high-end gadget store. Inside lay the pièce de résistance: a shrink gun. It was a shiny, metallic device, no larger than a child's toy, but Mia knew from the hefty price tag that it was anything but. With trembling hands, she had turned it over, her eyes flitting over the various dials and buttons. The instructions, written in a font that was both futuristic and intimidating, assured her that the shrunk individual would be unbreakable. The idea tickled a dangerous part of her imagination.
This was before she handed Ethan the device and had him use it on her without a second thought.
"You look delicious," Ethan murmured, his voice deep and gruff, his eyes dark with a hunger that was both thrilling and a little scary.
Without a word of warning, Ethan's large hand closed around Mia's waist. His fingers, which could have easily encircled her entire torso, instead dug into the soft flesh of her hips, lifting her up into the air. Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his tongue unfurling from his mouth like a serpent. With a gentle but firm touch, he traced a wet path along the underside of her right breast, making it bob and quiver in response. The sensation was alien, the warmth and wetness of his saliva painting her skin, leaving a glistening trail.
"Like a lollipop," he murmured, his breath hot against her flesh.
Mia's heart raced as Ethan set her back down on the desk, her legs unsteady. She watched as he leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, I have an idea," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. "Unbreakable, you said?"
Without waiting for a response, he plucked Mia with one hand and a shiny blue pen from the penholder with the other. It was one with a thruster that ended in a small ball. But in Mia's current state, the sight of it in Ethan's oversized grip was anything but comforting. He turned it over in his fingers, the plastic glinting under the desk lamp, and she realized with a sinking feeling what he had in mind.
Her squeaks grew in volume and pitch as he brought the pen closer to her. Ethan's face was a picture of innocence, but the mischief dancing in his eyes betrayed him. He licked the tip of the pen, the rounded thruster now glistening with saliva. Mia's eyes narrowed into furious slits, but she remained silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hit a nerve. The pen hovered over her, the thruster's tip quivering slightly as he held it steady.
"Open your legs, my little fucktoy." Ethan's voice was a command, a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for Mia to comply. Despite the fear coursing through her veins, she felt a thrill at the dominance in his tone. It was a reminder of their unspoken dynamic, one that was as much a part of their relationship as their shared love of adrenaline-fueled games.
Mia parted her legs, revealing the slick wetness between them. Her pussy quivered in anticipation and fear as the pen's thruster approached, the saliva-coated tip glinting in the light. With one unmerciful stroke, Ethan pushed the thruster home, burying it deep within her. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure intense yet oddly comforting. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure. An object of this relative size would have never made it into her under normal circumstances.
But Ethan was not done with his playful torment. With surprising deftness, he produced a spare shoelace from a drawer. He wrapped it around her legs and the pen, tying a knot that was tight but not painful, ensuring she was held firmly in place. The feeling of being immobilized, her body at his mercy, sent a shiver down Mia's spine. Her cunt clenched around the thruster, the fullness sending waves of pleasure through her tiny body.
"My little lollipop," Ethan chuckled, his eyes glinting with excitement. He leaned closer, the thruster of the pen still buried deep inside her. "Let's get another taste," he whispered, his breath a warm caress against her skin.
Mia felt a surge of anger mingled with arousal. She glared up at Ethan, her eyes narrowing into fiery slits, and she braced herself for the inevitable. With a smug smile, Ethan leaned in, his tongue snaking out to lick a slow, deliberate path up her thigh. The salty taste of her own sweat mingled with the clean scent of his breath, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She hated that he enjoyed her squirming so much, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to his touch.
He took his sweet time, savoring her like a fine wine, his tongue dancing closer and closer to her pussy. When he finally reached her clit, he swirled the tip of his tongue around it, teasing the sensitive nub with a gentle but insistent pressure. Mia's body arched involuntarily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought against the restraint of the shoelace. She wanted to push her hips closer to him, to force him to devour her, but she was trapped, at his mercy.
"Oh, I have a meeting right now."
The suddenness of Ethan's words snapped Mia out of her haze of desire and anger. He placed her upright, her legs trembling, next to the other pencils in the pencil holder. The cold reality of her situation set in as she looked down at herself, her body displayed like an object for his amusement. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and indignation as she realized her hand had snaked down to her crotch, desperately seeking relief from the torment he had unleashed.
Ethan's grin widened as he watched her, the thruster still buried deep inside her. He picked up a small ruler from his desk and playfully slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the silent office. "Behave," he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mia's face was a mask of defiance as she was forced to listen to the droning voices from the conference call. The thruster remained lodged inside her, a constant, pulsing reminder of his control.
Ethan leaned back in his chair, his tie loosened and his top button undone. He looked every inch the relaxed executive, his fingers tapping idly on the desk. Yet, every few minutes, those fingers would drift over to the pencil holder where Mia was trapped, his touch lightly grazing her hips and breasts. Each caress sent a jolt through her body, her muscles tightening around the plastic invader, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
There was a five-minute break announced and Ethan's eyes lit up with another devilish idea. Quickly, he untied the shoelace from around her legs and pulled her off the pen with a plop. With a wink, he dropped Mia into the open waistband of his boxers. "Get busy, my little fucktoy," he grinned, "and wrestle my snake a bit."
Mia felt the heat of his body envelop her as she landed on the soft, hairy terrain of Ethan's lower abdomen. The sticky warmth made her squirm, and she tried to find a foothold amidst the sweat and fabric. The sensation was claustrophobic, yet thrilling, as she found herself nestled against his cock, which was growing increasingly firm and insistent. The fabric of his boxers was damp with his arousal, and she could feel the veins pulsing along its length.
The pressure grew as Ethan's snake stirred to life, thickening and stretching the confines of the fabric. Mia's squirming seemed to have the unintended consequence of awakening it further, and she felt it throb against her side as it sought escape. She reached out tentatively, her tiny hand brushing against the shaft, her curiosity piqued.
With surprising grace, Ethan's hand descended like a giant's, the digits curling around his cock with a gentle firmness that belied their size. He positioned Mia so that she was hugging the throbbing member like a bear would embrace a tree trunk, her arms wrapped around its girth, her cheek pressed against the velvety skin. The contact was electrifying, the warmth and weight of him against her amplified by the stark contrast of their sizes.
Mia felt his cock twitch and swell as he began to stroke it with her body. But with her little arms and legs, she could do so much to stimulate him, so Ethan took matters into his own hands. With one giant index finger, he traced the length of her spine, sending shivers down her body. His thumb brushed over her ass, and she felt the fabric of his boxers stretch around her. With a smug chuckle, he began to pump his cock with her in hand, the fabric sliding over her body with every stroke.
The friction was maddening, the sensation of being used so blatantly for his pleasure making her wetter than she had ever been. She squirmed in his grasp, trying to push herself closer, her body desperate for more contact. But Ethan was in control, his strokes slow and deliberate, the head of his cock near her face and coating it with precum as it emerged from the gap in his boxers. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her head swim.
Fortunately the conference ended and Ethan, with a smug smile, plucked Mia out from the confines of his boxers. She felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment as she was set back onto the cool desktop. Her body was flushed with the heat of his arousal and she felt empty without his thick cock pressing against her. Ethan stood up, his chair scraping back noisily against the wooden floor. He dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing his cock standing tall and proud.
"You've worked me up quite nicely, little one," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "Now it's your turn to brace yourself."
Mia's eyes went wide as Ethan stood, his cock bobbing in the air, and she watched in awe as he stroked it from base to tip. He was so close that she could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and she swallowed hard as she anticipated the inevitable.
The first spurt hit her breasts and set her flying backwards, the force of the warm liquid a shock to her system. She landed on her back, the cold wood of the desk a stark contrast to the heat that now coated her. Ethan's cum shot out like a fountain, each spurt landing with a wet splat on her skin. The second one caught her in the face, a thick rope that painted her features in a sticky, white mask. She gasped, the taste of him on her lips, and felt a strange thrill at the absolute powerlessness she experienced.
The next few spurts rained down on her like a perverted shower, her body jerking with the impact of each one. The sticky, warm liquid coated her whole front, dripping down her neck and pooling in her cleavage. Mia's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and shock. The salty taste of his cum filled her mouth and she couldn't help but swirl her tongue around to capture more of it.
As Ethan's orgasm waned, he placed the still-hard tip of his cock against her quivering belly. He watched with satisfaction as she writhed beneath him, her tiny body struggling against the slick mess he had created. With a grin, he began to pump it gently, the motion sending aftershocks through his body and eliciting gasps from Mia.
Each stroke of his cock against her body was a declaration of his dominance, a reminder that she was his plaything to use and abuse as he saw fit. She felt the veins bulge against her flesh, the smooth skin sliding over her curves as if it were a living, breathing thing. The wetness from his cum served as lubrication, allowing him to glide over her with ease.
Mia's body was a canvas of his desire, painted with the evidence of his release. She lay there, trembling with the aftershocks of her own denied climax, her eyes locked onto the sight of his softening member. The thrill of being so utterly powerless had her panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Without warning, Ethan's hand shot out and picked up the shrink gun. He thumbed the "restore" button. Mia felt a sudden jolt, and the world around her shrunk back to normal. The desk was no longer a towering fortress but a familiar, cluttered surface. She found herself sprawled on her back, her legs spread and her body slick with his cum. The room spun for a moment as she adjusted to the abrupt change.
Ethan stepped back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of her. "How was that?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
Mia's eyes snapped open, and she reached out, her hand shaking with a mix of anger and arousal. She snatched the shrink gun from his grip with surprising speed, flipping it around so that it was pointed at him. "I'm horny as hell, and I'm gonna make you pay for that," she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with challenge.
(to be continued)
