Kiss for Good Luck
You came to me as a fan, hoping to experience what it would be like to step into my world.
But the moment you arrive, everything changes.
One second you’re standing in front of me… and the next, you’re only a few centimeters tall, staring up at a woman who suddenly feels impossibly huge.
At first, I’m curious. I test just how fragile you’ve become, teasing you from above and enjoying the way your entire world now exists beneath me. But every time I think our little game is over, you return… somehow even smaller than before.
And that gives me ideas.
With every new round, the scale difference becomes more extreme, the situations more overwhelming, and my tiny visitor becomes less like a guest and more like something that belongs entirely in my giant world.
How many times can you come back?
And how small will you be when I finally decide I’m done playing ?
MrsPeachesxx