You have a macrophelia fetish, and you’ve answered my ad for a giantess phone sex fantasy. I have said that I can really shrink you to a tiny tiny man, but I will restore you to your normal size at the end of the session and there are no lasting effects. I tell you to come over.
I live in a little house made from orchard stone and covered with ivy. A witch’s house. In front of the little medieval style door hangs a bare bulb, shorting on and off. You knock on the door with the gargoyle knocker.
When I answer the door, you are surprised at how small I really am. Even with my 4″ heeled knee high boots, I’m only 5’7″, a good 9″ shorter than your 6’4″.
“You’re the giantess?” you say, in a shocked voice.
I look at you and smile sweetly. “Yes, little man, come in and I’ll show you how I can make you tiny, just by my mind.”
You follow me down a long stone hallway and then down some dark, damp stone steps. The lights at floor level cast shadows of me on the wall, making me look 10 feet tall.
Down in my dungeon, I order you to strip completely, and then I bind your wrists behind you and put a leather noose around your neck. The noose and the leather cuffs are connected by a wide leather strip going down your back.
“Why are you doing this?” you ask nervously.
“I have you undress because your clothes don’t shrink, of course. And I would lose you. The shackles are to keep you perfectly still while I am taking you under my spell, and the leash magically tightens around your throat as you shrink. This again is so I won’t lose you.”
So after I have shackled you, you kneel at my feet, wondering in you have done the right thing. In the background you keep hearing chittering and little rustles and squeals…
I bend over you almost idly stroking up and down your body with my fingertips, stroking your cock, getting it hard.
I put my face in front of you, so that it blocks out the rest of your vision. You find yourself falling into my eyes, and then getting smaller and smaller. I become more and more gigantic and you become tiny. The bonds around your wrists and the noose around your neck tightens. This makes it hard for you to scream, even though you want to. And when you do, it comes out as a tiny little squeak.
In a panic you try to scramble away from me, and my seemingly ever-growing body. It’s then you realize the chittering and squealing are those of other tiny men, hiding in the shadows. You lunge for them but find yourself pulled up by your leash tightening around your neck.
I hold you up in front of my massive face, while you turn purple, hanging by the noose. When I speak, it’s as if my voice is coming out as rolling thunder.
“So, little man,” I say. “Believe me now?”
I start to lick you up and down with my gigantic tongue. You realize that you are are only a few inches tall at this point…
Want to hear more of this giantess fantasy? Or perhaps another one?
Then you should give me a call.
