Giantess Stepsister shrinks annoying stepbro panty ride and makes him a dildo
As soon as Tara stepped into the room, she could feel her annoyance rising at the sight of her stepbrother sitting there once again. "What are you doing in here?" she demanded, her eyes darting around the room in search of something to occupy him with. After fumbling around with some items, she finally pulled out a small remote with several buttons on it.
"Don't worry about it," she assured him, trying to sound reassuring as she pointed the remote at him and pressed a button. Suddenly, everything went blurry, and when his vision cleared again, he found himself shrunk down to barely an inch tall. Tara chuckled softly, watching his disoriented expression.
"See? Nothing to worry about," she repeated, picking him up between two fingers as if he were nothing more than a tiny toy. "In fact, we're going to have some harmless fun." She grinned wickedly before placing him on her panties, giggling as he clung onto her material for dear life.
"That's it," she said, grabbing his tiny hand and leading him along. "We're going to my yoga class, and you're going to be my miniature cheerleader." The entire ride over, she kept him tucked away in her panties, teasing him and making him feel her warmth against his small body. As they arrived at the class, she pulled him out and sent him off to watch from a safe distance while she stretched and flexed her muscles.
After the class, Tara pulled her tight purple leggings down, revealing her pink lace thong underneath. She walked over to him, still towering over him even when she was kneeling down. "Time for the real fun," she purred, removing her thong and presenting him with her bare pussy. His eyes widened in disbelief, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her.
For the next few hours, Tara made him her personal dildo, exploring every inch of her pussy with his tiny body. She urged him to go deeper, harder, and faster, moaning in pleasure as he wriggled against her. She even made him lick her clean afterwards, savoring the taste of herself on his tongue.
Two weeks later, Tara stumbled upon the pile of clothes she had been wearing that day, including her panties and the leggings with his stink all over them. She scoffed, realizing she had kept him in her panties all this time without even noticing. "I better throw you in the washing machine," she decided, picking him up and carrying him down the hall to where the washing machine was.
"Delicate cycle," she said as she gently placed him inside, closing the lid over him. She smiled to herself, satisfied with her little game. Little did her stepbrother know that he was about to go through the most intense cleaning of his life.
