Roxanne Miller - Step-son shrinks me and humiliates me

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Description:
I stood in the living room, my white spaghetti tank top hugging my huge, curvy figure, the straps barely containing my massive boobs as they bounced with every annoyed gesture. My graphic shorts clung to my wide hips, accentuating my bombshell brunette beauty while I chatted on the phone with my husband, my sweet voice turning sharp as frustration built. Suddenly, my stepson interrupted, and I couldn't hold back—I snapped at him, mocking his awkwardness and belittling him right there, laughing at how pathetic he seemed compared to a real man. But in a flash, he pulled out this strange remote and aimed it at me. A weird tingle rushed through my body, and everything around me grew enormous. My clothes slipped off in a massive pile, leaving me tiny and naked, so small I realized with a shiver that I was even tinier than my husband's cock—ugh, the thought made my cheeks burn.

He scooped me up in his giant palm, his fingers like warm walls around my curvy little form, carrying me effortlessly to the table near my desk. I felt so exposed, my huge tits and plump ass jiggling with every step he took, humiliation washing over me as he set me down and demanded I dance for him. Naked and embarrassed, I swayed my hips and shook my body, my brunette hair whipping around my face, trying to resist but moving to his commands anyway, my sweetness crumbling under the spotlight of his gaze. Then his massive finger approached, teasing my sensitive spots, rubbing and probing until waves of unwanted pleasure built up. I squirmed and gasped, my body betraying me as I climaxed hard, soaking his finger with my release, left panting and mortified on the tabletop.

Towering over me like a giant, he stood up tall and pulled out his cock, stroking it right above my tiny, naked self. I stared up in awe and dread, my curvy bombshell frame dwarfed completely as he erupted, showering me in his warm load that drenched every inch of my skin. Sticky and overwhelmed, I lay there catching my breath, realizing the shift in power.

https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/2539 ... -to-sub-hd

[mrt20]

Part2
Shrunken, used and humiliated

https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/25399 ... liation-hd


Description
I stood there on the cold ground outside the front door, still tiny and naked, covered in my step-son's cum, my heart pounding as giant footsteps and roaring motorcycles zoomed by so close I could feel the wind. My husband's voice had been so cold on the phone when my step-son showed him the picture —“Throw the tiny slut in the trash.” Those words hurt more than the toss itself. My step-son picked me up one last time and casually tossed me toward the trash can like I was nothing. I landed hard near the curb, scrambling to hide behind a filthy soda bottle as people, , and bicycles thundered past. Every shadow felt like it could crush me; I was so small, so helpless, my huge boobs heaving with panicked breaths, my curvy body trembling in the open air.

Then the neighbor stepped out—that lonely, perverted man who’d stared at me for years through his window. He bent down thinking I was a mouse, his eyes widening in shock when he realized it was me, Roxanne Miller, shrunken and bare. He picked me up, carried me inside, and placed me onto his kitchen table with a thud that rattled my whole body. He asked what happened, holding a heavy mug over me as he waited for an answer. I didn’t want to explain, but I told him—how my step-son had shrunk me, how I’d ended up discarded. A sly grin spread across his face. He pulled out his phone, set it in front of me, and told me to log into my porn store account. Reluctantly I climbed onto the screen, jumping on the keys with my tiny feet until the account opened. He took over, started a live stream in the store’s broadcast section, and my buyers and fans flooded in, surprised and excited.

He measured me with a tape—barely five inches—and teased my size while the chat erupted in laughter. He had me dance, swaying my hips, shaking my massive tits and plump ass for the camera as I explained in a trembling voice how I’d been diminished. Tips and purchases poured in as they laughed harder. He moved me to another surface, teased me right there on stream—deep, relentless strokes that had me gasping and cumming despite the embarrassment, my body responding while the chat cheered and donations skyrocketed. He ended the stream with a final groan, covering me in his load, then placed me into a glass jar on his nightstand. “Sweet dreams, Roxanne,” he said, tapping the glass. “We’ll have more fun tomorrow.”