Tiny Pocket Man
I caught a full-grown man today and shrunk him down to the size of an action figure. His clothes didn't survive the trip, so he landed completely naked in the palm of my hand. Without a word of warning, I tucked his helpless little body into the back pocket of my tight jeans and carried him home pressed up against my giant ass.
Once I got inside, I pulled him out and toyed with him, running my fingers over his tiny body and teasing him about how hard he already was. I told him he'd better get used to the pocket, because that's where he's going to spend most of his life now. I slid him back in, feet first, facing my ass in a hugging position, then spent the next stretch walking, bending, shaking, squatting and sitting just to feel him squirm.
The tour wasn't over. I wondered where else I could carry him. The front of my jeans, right against my pussy, where the air runs thin. Or the back, pressed bare against my ass, where one wrong move means no breathing at all. When naptime came, I taped his tiny body to my ass so he couldn't escape, and he'd better hope I don't get gassy. When I woke, I peeled the tape off, shoved him back in my pocket, and walked out the door to run my errands with him riding along.