It's just another lazy day, and I'm lounging on my plush bed, scrolling through my phone. But then, a peculiar itch on my leg sends a jolt of surprise through me. I scratch it, only to feel something move beneath my fingertips. Startled, I smack the bedding and let out a scream, expecting a creepy-crawly—but oh, it's so much better than that. There, in my bed, is a tiny man, no bigger than my thumb, trembling with fear. He's blubbering, this little speck of a man, and it's clear he's not going to stop his sniveling any time soon. I can't help but chuckle at his tiny tears. "Such a little wimp," I tease, as I press him between my massive breasts, stuffing him in my cleavage. His tiny body is engulfed by my soft skin, and as I watch him struggle, I notice a change in his demeanor. Perhaps he's not so scared after all. In fact, he seems to be enjoying this a little too much. Intrigued by his reaction, I decide to up the ante. I slide off my black thong, revealing my slick, waiting clit. I order the tiny man to rub it, and he obeys, eager to please. His tiny hands work tirelessly until I'm writhing in ecstasy, my orgasm building to a crescendo. As I cum, my body shakes with pleasure, and the tiny man is there, caught in the throes of my passion. But I'm not done with him yet. I want to taste the mixture of my cum and his tiny body. As I lick him clean, I savor the unique flavor of our mingled essences. In my post-orgasmic haze, I'm not as careful as I should be, and before I know it, I've accidentally swallowed him whole. He's inside me now, part of my very being.
