(continued from the first part)

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.

The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal as Ethan's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected her to be overwhelmed by the experience, not to fight back so fiercely. But the fire in her eyes was a thrill all its own, and his cock twitched in response to her newfound assertiveness.

With a vindictive smile, Mia squeezed the trigger of the shrink gun. A beam of light shot out and enveloped Ethan's body, reducing him to a mere seven inches. He found himself in her palm, his legs kicking feebly as he tried to grasp the situation.

"How do you like my tits?" Mia taunted, her voice dripping with the same mischief that had fueled Ethan's actions only moments before. She brought her hand closer to her face, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. They were a mammoth size now, towering like a mountain range above him.

Ethan's face was a picture of shock and arousal as he stared up at the vast expanse of her cleavage. "I have a meeting coming up too." Mia said sweetly, a hint of malice in her voice as she held him in her palm, his tiny figure squirming in the stickiness of her own cum. "But don't worry, I've found the perfect spot for you to wait."

But first she picked up her underwear from the floor and put them on for some minimal decency.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled her bra cup aside and placed him gently in the warm, soft cradle of her right breast. She watched with a sadistic smile as he tried to scramble away, his legs kicking futilely against her skin. "This will be quite cozy," she murmured, her voice thick with innuendo. The weight of her breast engulfed him as she let it fall back into place, trapping him in a world of velvety flesh and the sweet scent of her skin.

Ethan's heart thudded in his chest as he felt himself being smothered by Mia's voluptuous mound. He could hear the muffled sound of her breathing, the throb of her pulse beneath his back, and the faint rustling of fabric as she moved. The sensation was claustrophobic yet oddly comforting, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the power shift.

Mia leaned back in her chair, watching the meeting with a smug smile, her camera switched off. Her hand idly played with her left breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple. Each time she felt Ethan's tiny form squirm against her flesh, she'd squeeze a bit harder, relishing the power she had over him.

The moment the meeting concluded, she couldn't wait any longer. With a dramatic flourish, she stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. Ethan, still trapped in the valley of her breasts, yelped as he was jostled around. She pulled her top off and unhooked her bra with a swiftness that spoke of much practice. Her breasts bounced free, and she caught Ethan's tiny form before he could tumble to the floor and placed him gently on her desk.

"Now I want you to pay tribute for keeping you safe."

With those words, Mia got to her knees before the desk and dropped her tits on the edge right in front of Ethan. They hung like ripe fruit before him, the softness of her flesh contrasting sharply with the hardness of the wood beneath her. Ethan's eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight. He had never seen them from this angle before, never appreciated the sheer magnitude of them.

"Hump my nipple!"

The words echoed in the room, leaving Ethan both bewildered and aroused. He looked up at Mia's stern face, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. With trembling legs, he approached her, the anticipation building within him. His tiny cock was erect, standing tall against his belly.

Mia leaned over the desk, her breasts hanging tantalizingly close. Her nipples, already hard and sensitive from the earlier teasing, begged for his attention. He positioned himself at the base of her right breast, his legs straddling the valley of flesh. With a deep breath, he launched himself at her nipple, his little cock slapping against her areola.

The sensation of his body against her sent a jolt of pleasure through Mia. She watched as Ethan, now a mere seven inches tall, tried to maintain his balance on the unsteady surface of her breast. His tiny hands reached out, grasping at her skin, his face a mask of concentration. She chuckled at the sight, the sound echoing around the room.

"What are you waiting for?" she teased, her voice low and seductive. "Get busy, fucktoy. The next meeting is coming up soon, and I need my desk cleared."

Ethan, now just a tiny man on Mia's desk, took a deep breath and steeled himself. He knew he had to satisfy her, to prove he was more than just a toy for her amusement.

With a determined look in his eyes, he began to thrust his hips, his tiny cock rubbing against her swollen nipple. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through Mia's body, and she couldn't help but smile down at him, watching his little body strain with the effort. His legs were tense, his abs flexing with each motion, his hands gripping her flesh for balance.

Mia leaned in, her breath hot against his cheek, and whispered, "Faster, baby." Her free hand found its way to her other nipple, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently as Ethan continued his ministrations. The sensation of her soft, warm flesh against his was exquisite, and he felt his climax building.

With a grunt, Ethan's body tightened, and he spurted little drops of cum onto Mia's nipple. They landed with a soundless splatter, the warmth of his release a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Mia's eyes lit up with delight, and she plucked Ethan from her breast, bringing him closer to her face. Her tongue snaked between his legs, lapping up the remnants of his climax with a hunger that was both playful and possessive.

"Good boy," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, let's see how you handle the real thing."

Mia's hand was a blur as it descended, dropping Ethan past the waistband of her panties and into the warm, damp jungle of her crotch. He felt the soft fabric of her underwear against his back as she positioned him exactly where she wanted him, nestled in the folds of her labia. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear, his cock still pulsing from his recent release.

"Got to get ready," she said with a wink, her voice dripping with a seductive challenge. "Let's see how you like this."

Mia's movements were swift and precise as she picked up her bra and top. The fabric whispered against her skin, the coldness of the material sending goosebumps racing across her body, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

Ethan, now trapped between the warm, wet folds of Mia's pussy, felt the world close in around him. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and power that had his heart racing. Her juices began to envelop him, a slippery embrace that made his body slide and twist as he struggled to maintain his footing. Mia's hand was a gentle yet firm force, guiding his movements as the meeting started in the background, a muffled buzz of voices that seemed a million miles away from their erotic playground.

Ethan kept Mia on the edge of sanity for the entirety of the meeting. She crossed her legs several times to turn down his squirming, each time sending him into a panic, his tiny limbs flailing in the tight, wet confines of her folds. With every adjustment, he'd find himself trapped in a new position, her pussy's grip relentless and unforgiving. Despite her best efforts to focus on the conference call, her mind kept drifting to the little man trapped in her underwear, his tiny body smothered by her sex.

As soon as the meeting ended, she couldn't wait to unleash her own brand of torment. She plucked Ethan out with a grin, watching him gasp for air as he was pulled out of the warm, wet cocoon. She shimmied out of her pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor with a dramatic flair. Ethan's eyes widened with fear as he took in the sight of the blue pen and shoestring in Mia's hand.

"Payback time, my little fucktoy" Mia purred, the glint in her eyes promising a world of torment.

Her hand was swift, the pen disappearing into the folds of her sex with an ease that spoke of experience. She drew it out, the ball-shaped end glistening with her arousal, and just as Ethan made a break for it, she caught him in her sticky embrace.

"What a nice idea you had," Mia said, her voice a purr that sent shivers down Ethan's spine, "now relax and enjoy. Let's see if you are really unbreakable."

With surprising strength, she turned him so that his back faced the desk, his tiny legs kicking in the air. He could feel the cold wood against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand as she wrapped her fingers around his waist. The thruster of the pen was slick with her juices, and she positioned it at the entrance to his ass.

Ethan's eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he felt the pressure build. He had never been penetrated before, and the thought of the thick, bulbous tip of the pen invading his body was almost too much to bear. He tensed, his muscles tightening around the plastic as Mia's hand pushed harder.

Mia took her time, watching his tiny form squirm with a wicked grin. The thruster was indeed larger than his own cock, but she had a feeling he could take it. "You've got a tight little hole," she said, her voice dripping with lust as she pushed the tip against his entrance. "But I know you can handle it since you are unbreakable"

The pressure was agonizing until it slipped inside with a pop. Ethan's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, and he let out a strangled yelp. The coldness of the plastic was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, and he felt himself stretching to accommodate the girth of the toy. Mia chuckled at his expression, a mix of pain and pleasure etched into his tiny features.

With a wicked smirk, she wrapped the shoestring around his legs and the base of the pen, effectively securing him in place. "It looks like you can't even fall off," she said, holding him up to her face. "But let's make sure you'll make the ride," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek.

"Yummy" Mia whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. She brought Ethan closer to her mouth, his tiny body trembling in her grip. Ethan felt the heat of her breath and the wetness of her lips as she opened her mouth wide, revealing a cavern of pink flesh that could easily swallow him whole. He didn't have time to react before she plunged him in, the sensation of her mouth closing around him like a warm, wet vice.

The sensation was overwhelming, his entire body engulfed by the softness of her mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue wrapping around him like a serpent. He could feel her teeth grazing his back, a gentle reminder of his vulnerability as she held him in place. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and fear that had his cock pulsing with every movement.

With a wicked smile, Mia pulled him free with a pop, his body coated in her saliva. He gasped for air, his legs trembling, his cock still erect. "Now, let's see if you can handle the rest," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire.

"Since you're unbreakable," she began, her voice low and seductive, "there will be no mercy." Her hand wrapped around the base of the oen, guiding it towards her entrance.

Mia's grip was firm, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She watched Ethan's face contort with a mix of fear and arousal as she dragged him down her body, the slickness leaving a trail of her juices on her skin. His arms flailed out, his tiny hands grasping at the air as she approached her pussy.

When the tip of the pen hit her entrance, she paused, watching him struggle against the inevitable. "You can fight all you want," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin, "but it's only going to make it better for me." With a swift motion, she pushed him in, his thrashing figure sliding through her folds with ease. Ethan's body was engulfed by the warm, wet heat of her.

Mia's hand was a blur as she began to thrust him in, her other hand playing with her clit in a rhythm that mirrored the movement. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, as she lost herself in the sensation of being filled and pleasured. The sound of her wetness was punctuated by Ethan's muffled grunts as he was pushed deeper and deeper into her.

His tiny arms, thrashing and desperate, found purchase against the walls of her pussy, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, his body moving with the force of Mia's thrusts. It was a sensation she had never felt before, like a living toy that was trying to escape its fate. The way he clawed at her, his fingers scraping against her inner walls, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. It was an unexpected turn in their game, one that had her panting with need.

The bulbous head of the pen, pressed into his prostate with a rhythm that was driving Ethan wild. Each time she thrust, it stretched him further, the pressure building until he felt like he might shatter. His tiny body was a mess of sensations, the cold plastic of the pen warmed by the heat of her pussy, the slickness of her arousal coating his skin, and the relentless pressure of her muscles clenching around him.

And then it happened. Mia's eyes snapped open, her mouth forming an 'o' of surprise and pleasure. Her body tensed, and with a gasp, she came. The walls of her pussy clamped down around her husband, sending Ethan spiraling into his own orgasm. The force was unlike anything he had ever felt before, his tiny body jolting with the power of her climax. He felt his own little cock throb in time with her spasms, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado.

For a moment, Ethan was lost in the sea of Mia's pleasure. His body was drenched in her juices, the warmth of her orgasm enveloping him completely. He couldn't breathe, but unbreakable also meant he didn't need to. His legs kicked out reflexively, a silent testament to the exquisite bliss that coursed through his veins. His cock was a mere afterthought, the pressure of her climax stealing his consciousness as she milked him with her muscles.

Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. Mia pulled him free with a wet pop, the sudden absence of pressure leaving him gasping for air. She undid the shoestrings with a deft touch, her eyes never leaving his face as she worked. Finally she pulled him off the pen, and with a plop, Ethan's body was free, dropping to the desk with a wet sound.

Mia stood, her breasts jiggling as she stepped away from the desk. "Time for a little cleanup," she said with a grin that didn't quite reach her eyes. She grabbed Ethan, and before he could protest, she had scooped him up and was carrying him towards the bathroom.

The shower was a steamy, wet wonderland compared to the cold, hard desk. She turned the water to a warm, inviting temperature and stepped under the spray. Ethan squinted against the droplets that splattered against him, his tiny body shivering in the sudden deluge. With a wink, Mia turned him so that the water cascaded over his head, watching with a sadistic delight as he sputtered and tried to wipe the water from his face.

Her soapy hand descended, and before he could protest, she began to lather his body with the foamy soap. It clung to his skin, and she took delight in spreading it over his muscles, her giggles echoing in the steamy bathroom. Ethan felt like a tiny, squirming bar of soap in her palm as she dragged him across her stomach and breasts, his protests muffled against her skin.

Mia's fingers found their way down, and before he knew it, she had parted her ass cheeks, the crack looming like a canyon before him. With a wicked grin, she pushed him into the crevice, his body sliding into the warm, tight space. Ethan's face was a mix of disgust and arousal as he was drawn through the slick, soapy divide, his legs kicking futilely.

The sensation of her skin against his was overwhelming, the heat and smoothness of her flesh a stark contrast to the cold, hard desk he had been trapped on. He felt her muscles tense and release as she washed herself, his body being used as nothing more than a tool for her pleasure.

With a smug smile, she placed Ethan onto her left nipple, his tiny legs straddling the hardened peak. "Hold on tight," she warned him, her voice filled with a hint of mischief.

Mia's hands moved with a gentle yet firm confidence, her soapy fingers gliding over her body as the warm water cascaded down her curves. Each caress sent a ripple of pleasure through her, and Ethan felt the sensation of her skin moving beneath him. He gripped her flesh with his miniature hands, his knuckles white with the effort of staying in place as she washed away the soap.

The sensation of her nipple between his legs was exhilarating, and Ethan clung to Mia's flesh as she stepped out of the shower, the water still cascading over her body. The warmth of her skin was a stark contrast to the cooling air, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest as the reality of their situation sank in.

Mia toweled herself off with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes never leaving Ethan's tiny form as he clung to her. She took her time, enjoying the power dynamic that had shifted so dramatically in her favor. When she was dry, she reached down and plucked him from her nipple, holding him at eye level.

"You know, I was thinking about returning you to your usual size," she said, her voice a purr. "But then I had a better idea." With a smirk, she stepped closer to the mirror and leaned in, her breath fogging the glass. Ethan's heart raced as he watched her expression shift from playful to predatory. "You're going to be my little prisoner for the weekend," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.

Mia reached out and plucked him from the towel, his body slippery with water and soap. He squirmed in her grip, but she was unfazed, her fingers tightening around his waist as she walked over to her dresser. Her panties lay open, and with a flick of her wrist, she dropped him inside.

"Mm, just right," she murmured to herself, sliding the fabric up her legs. She stepped into the panties, the soft material caressing her skin, and Ethan felt himself being drawn into the warm, damp folds of her sex. He couldn't help but moan at the feeling of her surrounding him again, tighter this time as the fabric hugged her curves.

"Don't forget to squirm and struggle," she whispered, her voice echoing in the quiet of the bathroom. "Or I may forget you and leave you in there forever."