Mr. C loves playing with Mrs. C's neck, and she clearly enjoys giving him control. He holds her in a firm chokehold, gently teasing and squeezing her neck while she leans into it and encourages him to keep going. They both enjoy the intensity and the trust between them, with Mr. C taking control and Mrs. C happily letting him.

I shrunk my roommate hoping to teach him a lesson for not paying rent on time. I was planning on shoving him up my asshole and fart on him, and maybe humiliate him into paying me. But feeling him inside my butthole made me feel super horny. I decided to jerk off while he watched and made him help out and when I was done I made him drink my cum. It might to have been the lesson I envisioned, but he’ll certainly pay next month.

I was trying to film a sexy belly video, playing with my belly button and giving my stomach a few slaps and punches, when Mr. C suddenly started tickling me! As soon as he realized how much I laughed, he wouldn't stop. Every time I managed to get through another take, he'd come back and tickle me again, making it almost impossible to finish the video without bursting out laughing.

We were getting ready for bed, already in our slippers and heading upstairs, when we suddenly noticed a tiny little guy wandering around the house. We had no idea how he got there, but we were far too amused to simply ignore him.

We started toying with him, watching him tremble with fear as we stood over him in our slippers. Seeing him so tiny and helpless at our feet was honestly hilarious, and we couldn't resist teasing him a little more just to see how scared we could make him.

Maybe we'll keep him around for a while and find some use for our unexpected little visitor. After all, he already seems perfectly happy staying right there at our feet. But then again, crushing him with our slippers sounds so satisfying...

After a hard day’s work of construction and way way too many drinks during work hours. It’s so massive I feel like I might explode. I finger it, spit on it, punch and slap like there’s no tomorrow. And you get to be the first in line to watch the show and worship my alpha belly.

Mr. C has no idea that a tiny person has somehow ended up mixed in with his M&Ms. Completely unaware, he casually grabs a handful and carries on snacking while the tiny struggles to avoid being noticed.

Mr. C doesn't seem to notice anything unusual at all, and by the time he realizes something tiny was hiding among his sweets, it's already far too late for the little guy.

“Campy laugh-track married comedy. Mrs C gets a ridiculous comeuppance while Mr C stays mostly off-camera; no face needed for him. Feel free to adjust details for filming.

Mrs C is gorgeous, vain, smug, rich, bratty, nasally, spoiled, and convinced she runs everything. She talks directly to camera like the host of her own perfect-wife lifestyle show, annoyed with her “dumb husband” and impressed with her own body. She explains that her ultra-sensitive belly button is somehow the secret to her beauty, femininity, and perfect life. Shhh, hubby doesn’t know. She insists everything is fine. It isn’t.

Wardrobe: black or white tied-up tee/belly shirt with very low-rise bottoms, ideally the black-and-white Calvin Klein bottoms from previous videos, low rise, sitting below the hips. Act 1 — Door Handle Disaster

After the smug intro, Mrs C sneaks into Mr C’s office/private room and snoops through things she clearly should not touch. She hears him coming and quickly hides beside the closed door, back against the wall and belly forward.

Mr C enters from the other side, unknowingly swinging the door inward. The handle bumps Mrs C’s already-sore belly/belly-button area. Nothing rough, just broad classic slapstick, safely cheated for camera.

Mrs C freezes with huge eyes and a silent O-mouth, slowly looks down, then stares into camera in disbelief. She frames her belly button with splayed fingers and cycles through fish-faces, squints, clenched teeth, and tiny silent gasps. Think Tim Allen physical frustration mixed with Lucille Ball facial comedy. She tries not to make a sound because she does not want Mr C to discover her snooping, but finally breaks and nasally screams over the laugh track:

MRS C: “HONEY!!! MY BELLY BUTTON!”

Act 2 — The Mayo Incident

Later, Mrs C stands beside Mr C, still sore and now in full bratty-wife rant mode. She snaps her fingers at him, complains dramatically about her sensitive belly, and declares the entire area “OFF LIMITS, MR!”

While lecturing him, she reaches for what she thinks is lotion or ointment and grabs the wrong jar: old mayonnaise. For filming, u can use lotion/cream and simply play it as mayo.

Mrs C keeps ranting while rubbing it around her belly smugly, unaware of the mistake. Mr C notices and repeatedly tries to warn her, but she cuts him off every time with finger snaps, dismissive gestures, or “I’m talking!”

Finally she notices the smell. She looks at her fingers. Sniff. Confused face. Another sniff. She looks at the jar. Realization.

Mrs C erupts into a huge “EWWWWW!” reaction, recoils, slaps both hands to the sides of her belly with fingers spread wide, and launches into another sitcom meltdown: gagging faces, frantic little movements, and horrified looks between Mr C, her belly, and the camera.

MRS C: “HONEY! SWEETIE! MY BELLY!”

Final Act — Bedroom Comeuppance

That night, Mr C is comfortable in bed while Mrs C is exhausted, disheveled, and sore from the day. She lies on top of the covers, flat on her back with her head raised on pillows or propped on her elbows so we can clearly see her face and belly. Her stomach is pushed slightly forward while she complains that she is “too hot for this humiliation” and that her belly has suffered enough.

Mr C is calm and resting. They kiss or say goodnight, and he quickly falls. Mrs C stays awake, fussing, grimacing, and adjusting herself because she cannot get comfortable.

Finally she settles. A smug smile appears.

MRS C, quietly: “Ahhh... relief. Step-mommy’s feeling good.”

She pushes her belly out slightly and admires it, pleased that she has finally survived the day.

Then Mr C shifts in his rest and his hand slaps comically on Mrs C’s sore belly. Safely stage the contact, but play it as exaggerated sitcom agony.

Mrs C instantly freezes. Huge eyes. Fish-face. Both hands fly to her cheeks, hair, or sides of her face as she stares directly into camera. Hold for the huge laugh track.

Mr C remains resting. Still unaware, one finger begins making a tiny wiggle in Mrs C’s sore belly-button .

Mrs C launches into a silent Tim Allen/Lucille Ball reaction routine: bulging eyes, clenched teeth, O-mouths, fish-faces, shoulders rising, fingers splayed beside her face, and desperate looks to camera.

Eventually she tries to wake him in an increasingly frantic nasal whisper:

MRS C: “Honey...?”

No response.

MRS C: “Sweetheart... babe...?”

MRS C: “The belly... Step-mommy’s belly button!”

Nothing.

MRS C: “OH, COME ON!”

Hold on Mrs C’s huge offended reaction while Mr C rests peacefully beside her. End on the laugh.”

Custom clip, no names mentioned.

Mr. C gets right up close while I burp all over him, completely unbothered by how loud or strong they are. I keep teasing him with burp after burp, letting him experience everything from just inches away while he happily takes it all. The louder they get, the more he enjoys them. If they smell, even better.

After a big lunch, Mr. C and I decide to turn our food comas into a ridiculous little competition. We both ate plenty, and now we're curious to see who ended up with the biggest, fullest belly.

With dessert still to come, we compare our bellies, rub and pat them, give them a few good smacks and even use our fingers to compare how deep our belly buttons have become. There are plenty of burps along the way as we poke, squeeze and punch our ridiculously full stomachs, trying to figure out who really ate the most. In the end, only one of us can claim the biggest belly.

They had no idea what they were getting themselves into when I invited his stepfamily and friends over for lunch. It came as a surprise when I announced that I had a lover, but even more so when I pulled out my shrinking device and shrank them all.

It was finally time to get my revenge on my cuck husband, and unfortunately for them, they were just collateral damage. Although, looking at them, I figured nobody would even notice they were gone anyway. So really, it worked out perfectly for everyone... especially me.

Now we can finally have some alone time and I decided to make my husband even more of a cuck, placing him on the tip of my lover’s cock as I masturbated him and then, eventually inside his asshole, as my lover’s really into ass play. No one’s ever going to know where they all went, but I can confidently say that I definitely won’t miss them once they’re all gone down the toilet.

Mr. C knows exactly what he's getting himself into. I let him dry hump me, but only because he's promised me a Birkin in return. The funniest part is that while he's desperately trying to get my attention, I'm completely distracted, sitting there on Tinder and casually scrolling through other men like he isn't even there.

He knows I'm barely paying attention to him, but apparently that doesn't stop him. If he wants his little moment with me, he's going to have to accept that a Birkin is the price.

You’re down at my feet, completely obsessed with every little detail. I let you get as close as you want, slowly showing off my toes, soles and the way I move my feet while you give them your undivided attention. I know exactly what you’re doing down there, and I’m more than happy to let you enjoy the view while I enjoy my alone time.