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I just wrapped a long shoot in the other room—heels off, hair a mess, starving and ready to drag my man out for food. But when I walk in… he’s gone. Well, not gone—just itty bitty. This dummy really sipped my special “giantess growth water”… thinking he’d bulk up or something. Sweetheart, it’s clearly labeled: “For Giant Goddesses Only.” For men? It does the opposite. Now he’s bite-sized, bashful, and completely at my mercy. I can’t help but laugh. You look so cute like this, babe. Teeny. Trembling. And exactly the size I like my toys. So I play… Fingers first. Then I slip him between my giant tits, feel him squirm against my skin, moaning about how “unfair” this is. He ends up in my panties, then my mouth—and back again. Oh, he’s gonna learn not to touch a goddess’s stash again.