Tweet
TFF1983 - In the Palm of Her Hand
Sarah Wild was expecting a quiet afternoon on the sofa, but fate delivered a shock that would change her world—and shrink someone else's. There, scurrying near her black high heels, was a man. But not a normal man. He was barely four inches tall, a living, breathing action figure. Overcoming her initial disbelief, Sarah reached down with a tentative hand. Her fingers, colossal and gentle, closed around him, plucking him from the floor and lifting him into the stratosphere of her attention.
She brought him close to her face, her eyes wide with wonder as she examined the impossible creature in her palm. He was real. He was alive. She could feel the frantic fluttering of his tiny heart against her skin. Fascinated, she held him against her chest, the fabric of her floral dress a soft, vast wall to him. She listened to him, perhaps even felt the tiny vibrations of his shouting voice, which to her was nothing more than a high-pitched squeak.
A smile slowly spread across Sarah's face—not of fear, but of possession. She realized the absolute power she held. He was helpless, fragile, and utterly hers. She turned him over in her hands, admiring him from every angle, marveling at how small and significant he was. He wasn't a guest; he was a pet. A secret. As she looked down at the tiny man standing in her palm, surrounded by the terrifyingly beautiful landscape of her face and body, Sarah Wild knew she was going to have a lot of fun with her new, living doll.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #SizeDifference, #CruelGiantess, #Punishment, #Voyeur, #UnderHerHeel, #Smothering
Sarah Wild was expecting a quiet afternoon on the sofa, but fate delivered a shock that would change her world—and shrink someone else's. There, scurrying near her black high heels, was a man. But not a normal man. He was barely four inches tall, a living, breathing action figure. Overcoming her initial disbelief, Sarah reached down with a tentative hand. Her fingers, colossal and gentle, closed around him, plucking him from the floor and lifting him into the stratosphere of her attention.
She brought him close to her face, her eyes wide with wonder as she examined the impossible creature in her palm. He was real. He was alive. She could feel the frantic fluttering of his tiny heart against her skin. Fascinated, she held him against her chest, the fabric of her floral dress a soft, vast wall to him. She listened to him, perhaps even felt the tiny vibrations of his shouting voice, which to her was nothing more than a high-pitched squeak.
A smile slowly spread across Sarah's face—not of fear, but of possession. She realized the absolute power she held. He was helpless, fragile, and utterly hers. She turned him over in her hands, admiring him from every angle, marveling at how small and significant he was. He wasn't a guest; he was a pet. A secret. As she looked down at the tiny man standing in her palm, surrounded by the terrifyingly beautiful landscape of her face and body, Sarah Wild knew she was going to have a lot of fun with her new, living doll.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #SizeDifference, #CruelGiantess, #Punishment, #Voyeur, #UnderHerHeel, #Smothering
Sadly She makes me very happy! 
Comment