Jazmin Torres' Bbw Wonderland
Fat Giantess Shrinks and Swallows Cheating Hubby
You stagger through the door at three in the morning, reeking of booze and cologne, the scent of your secretary's perfume clinging to your clothes. I stand there, seething with anger, my fat body quivering with rage. You try to make up some lame excuse about working late, but I've had enough of your lies. I already know the truth - you were out having dinner with your secretary, that skinny bitch who stole my husband.
"Admit it," I demand, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. "You were fucking her, weren't you?"
Your eyes dart around, betraying your guilt, but you refuse to meet my gaze. "I... I was just having dinner with her," you stammer, but even your own words sound hollow and false.
"Don't you lie to me!" I scream, my voice echoing off the walls. "I know you were fucking her. I know you like them skinny and youthful, just like you always have. Well, guess what, hubby? You're stuck with me now."
I walk towards you, my massive fat body swaying dangerously as I approach. You take a step back, your eyes wide with fear. "You don't scare me," you sneer, but even your bravado is shaken.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a small vial, uncapping it and holding it under your nose. "Drink this," I command, my voice low and threatening. You hesitate for a moment before downing the contents in one gulp.
"What have you done to me?" you whisper, your voice trembling. I laugh, a dark, menacing sound that sends shivers down your spine.
"I've made you tiny," I say, my eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Now you're just the right size to be my plaything."
You start to shrink before my eyes, your clothes tightening around your shrunken body. I watch with glee as you shrink down to the size of a Barbie doll, your once-huge cock now a tiny, pathetic nub.
"Look at you," I croon, scooping you up in my giantess hands. "So fucking tiny now." I squeeze your tiny body between my massive fat rolls, feeling the power I have over you course through my veins. "You're all mine now, cheater."
I pull you out from under my belly and hold you up to my eye, your entire body dwarfed by my pupil. "Do you know what happens to cheaters in this world?" I ask, my voice low and menacing.
You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, please," you beg, your voice tiny and desperate. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."
But it's too late. You've already tasted the bitter sting of betrayal, and there's no going back. I shake my head, a sadistic smile spreading across my face.
"Sorry, babe," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're already trapped in here." I point to my belly, my massive gut stretched taut over my fat rolls. "And you're going to stay here for the rest of your pathetic little life."
I toss you back into my belly, feeling your tiny body squirm against my fat. "This is what happens to cheaters," I whisper, my voice echoing in your head. "You get trapped in here forever, a constant reminder of your betrayal."
And with that, I swallow you whole, your cries of terror and despair muffled by my massive bulk. You're mine now, forever, a tiny, helpless plaything in my giantess belly.
