Tag: Size play

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

A lot of girls claim to be size queens, but as much as I wish that were the case for me, I struggle to take a bigger cock. As a sex doll, my struggle, of course, doesn’t matter, I’ll take every inch I’m given, but if I am asked for my preference, I love a nice five or six-inch cock to drive me into pure bliss.

My tight little body doesn’t take long to fill up. When we’re together, pushing yourself into my clenching channel will have you feeling like the biggest stud. Even if maybe other girls have said it’s small. Continue reading “Every Inch” →

My Little Assistant

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

I don’t know when life became so demanding, but lately, I have found myself needing an assistant more and more. Thankfully, this small science lab specializing in shrinking men emailed me and said one of my clients had successfully shrunk to three inches and was ready to go home with me.

I knew it was possible, but I didn’t think it would happen! What a blessing to be gifted my very own little assistant! Someone who could work silently at my desk while I take calls. No one would hear his little voice as I worked, and he could skip around my keyboard to juggle my appointments for me. Happily, I agreed and couldn’t wait for the team to bring him to the house.

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Growing

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Being fifty feet tall is such a joyful experience. When I volunteered for the growth shot, we thought it would only have me growing a few inches taller. However, moments after the injection, I could feel my skin tightening as my body grew larger. My bones rattled as they stretched. I could see the fear and horror of the doctors’ and nurses’ faces as I started to tower over them.

Continue reading “Growing Feisty Felicity Smothers with Her Tits” →

Mama Felicity 844-33-CANDY Ext 270

Exotic pets have always been popular with women as far back as Queens and Dutchess of old. I’m no different. I love fancy things and things my friends may not have. That’s how I ended up with my little pantie pet. I suppose he isn’t necessarily a “pantie pet,” but that’s what I use him for.

My sweet pet used to be a regular man, seasoned with life experiences, not a boy or someone of lesser value. He’s very handsome and very smart, but he decided to undergo a treatment that would shrink him down to about three inches. That’s right! My pantie pet is only three inches tall. He loves to play on my desk while I’m working, but he’s a naughty little troublemaker, and he clutters my organized space while I’m distracted on the phone. He is so naughty, just so that I’ll stuff him in my panties where he’ll no longer be able to be so bad.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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