MeasuredMan - Impossible Odds - 3D Adult Comic
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MeasuredMan - Impossible Odds
Scene: A large, imposing woman named Mistress Roxanne has captured a tiny man named Mark. She has placed him under a glass dome in her office, where she intends to use him as a plaything. The room is adorned with various items related to the giantess fetish, including life-sized dolls and models of men in various states of undress.
Mistress Roxanne, dressed in a black latex catsuit that hugged her curvy figure, strolled into her office. She couldn't help but feel pleased with herself as she surveyed the tiny man trapped beneath the large glass dome on her desk. Mark, who couldn't have possibly been more than three inches tall, was cowering in fear, his eyes wide with terror as he took in his imposing captor.
With a smirk on her lips, Mistress Roxanne reached over to the intercom system and pressed a button. "Bring him in," she ordered, her voice booming through the small speakers, making the tiny man tremble even more.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and it swung open. In walked one of Mistress Roxanne's assistants, a tall woman wearing a black leather miniskirt and a tight-fitting top that showed off her ample cleavage. She was holding a small pedestal with a large red button on top, which she placed on the floor in front of the desk.
"Thank you, Chelsea," Mistress Roxanne said, turning back to her desk. She leaned over, placing one hand on the glass dome, watching as Mark shrank back in fear at her touch. "Now, where were we?" she mused, running her fingers over her lips before continuing, "Oh yes, why don't you tell me?"
Mark hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice barely audible under the dome. "I-I don't know what you want me to say," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the various giantess-themed items adorning it.
Mistress Roxanne leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs at the knee. "Oh, but I think you do," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You see, I have a bit of a... fascination with the idea of a man becoming my plaything. And from what I understand, you're rather skilled in that area."
Mark's heart sank as he realized what she was talking about. He had been caught up in a scheme to steal money from her company, and now he was paying the price. But he refused to give in so easily. "I can't do that," he protested, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm not some toy for you to play with!"
Mistress Roxanne chuckled softly, leaning forward again. "Oh, but you are wrong there," she replied, running her fingers along the edge of the glass dome. "You see, in this little world of ours, you are nothing but a plaything. And I intend to use you in every way possible."
Mark looked around the room desperately, his eyes landing on the red button on the pedestal. It was clearly labeled "Shrink Ray," and he knew what it did. But it was at least a foot away from him, and even if he could reach it, there was no guarantee that it would work.
As if reading his mind, Mistress Roxanne leaned back in her chair again, crossing one leg over the other. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Chelsea has made sure that there's no escape for you. Now, why don't you just relax and enjoy the ride?"
Mark felt a lump forming in his throat as he realized that he truly was trapped. All he could do was wait and see what Mistress Roxanne had planned for him. And as he watched her lean back in her chair, her massive figure towering over him, he couldn't help but wonder just how small they would make him before she was finally done with him.
