You Shrunk Me! SFX SD
Title: Professors Revenge Playtime
The lab was eerily quiet as I, your tiny student, cautiously made my way down the hallway. My heart raced in my chest as I recalled the events that led me here. You, my professor, had once been shrunken and locked away in a tiny cage by none other than myself. The memory of your helpless state brought a wicked smile to my lips.
I stepped into the lab, my gaze immediately drawn to the large desk in the center of the room. There, you sat, your back turned towards me, focusing intently on something on the desk. As I got closer, I could see you pouring a dark liquid from a beaker into a cup. My curiosity piqued, I approached you from behind and cleared my throat.
You jumped in your seat, startled, and whipped around to face me. Your eyes widened in recognition as you took in my appearance - a short, black dress hugging every curve of my body, heels that made me taller than most men, and makeup that accentuated my features. "Hello, Sasha," I said softly, my tone laced with seduction.
You stood up, towering over me, and I could feel your anger radiating off of you. "You have no idea what you've done," you hissed, your voice low and threatening. Before I could respond, you grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, revealing the cup in your other hand. "Drink this," you commanded, your voice barely above a whisper.
My mind was racing, but I couldn't resist the thrill of the situation. Tentatively, I brought the cup to my lips and took a sip. It was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before - bitter and acrid, burning my tongue and throat. As I gagged and coughed, trying to get the foul liquid down, I felt a strange sensation wash over me.
The world began to spin, and the next thing I knew, I was lying naked on your desk, staring up at you in confusion. You stood over me, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. "Welcome to my world, Sasha," you said, your voice dark and menacing.
I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in my surroundings. The room was enormous, and I was tiny - no bigger than a doll. I tried to stand, but my legs were wobbly, and I fell back onto the desk with a soft thud. You laughed, the deep, throaty sound sending shivers down my spine.
"You look so pathetic," you said, leaning down to pick me up. I felt your giant fingers wrap around my body, and I struggled against them, trying to break free. But it was no use - you were far stronger than I could ever hope to be.
You set me on the floor, and I stood shakily, trying to maintain my balance. "Now, let's have some fun," you said, your voice dripping with malice. You picked up a massive ruler, dwarfing me as you held it up. "Stand still," you commanded, placing the ruler beneath my feet.
As you measured me, I felt like a specimen, an object to be studied and examined. You smiled, revealing a toothy grin. "You're perfect," you said, your voice vibrating with excitement.
You grabbed me again, picking me up and setting me on a table. On it lay a seemingly endless array of objects - shoes, hats, books, each one enormous compared to my tiny frame. As you guided me around the table, you instructed me to touch and feel each object.
I hesitated at first, but the thrill of the situation was too intense to resist. I reached out, my fingertips grazing against the rough fabric of a shoe that would reach up to my knees if it were normal size. I shivered, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable.
You watched me intently, a hungry look in your eyes. "It's time," you said finally, your voice low and seductive. You grabbed me again, this time leading me towards a chair that towered above us. You sat down, your legs spread wide, and motioned for me to climb onto your lap.
As I straddled you, feeling your hardness against my bare skin, I knew there was no escape. You grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto your cock, and I let out a moan of pleasure. You began to move, your hips undulating beneath me, and I rode you like a rocking horse, my body bouncing up and down on your massive member.
The room spun, and all I could focus on was the feeling of your cock inside of me, the sensation of being filled to the brim. You reached up, your hand wrapping around my head, and I felt your fingers tangled in my hair. You pulled gently, guiding my mouth to yours, and I opened my lips, tasting the bitter sweetness of your mouth.
As you reached your climax, you let out a guttural groan, and I felt your hot seed spurt onto my body. You collapsed back into the chair, catching your breath, and I stayed still, waiting for your next command.
You looked up at me, your eyes dark with desire. "You're mine now," you said, your voice a low growl. And with that, you scooped me up and carried me away, dropping me into a glass container that would keep me captive for your amusement.
