Farrahs Fetish And Fantasy Factory - The Breakup! *wmv*

Farrahs Fetish And Fantasy Factory - The Breakup! *wmv*

Farrah stepped into the shower, her warm breath billowing out in front of her as steam rose to embrace her. She closed her eyes, letting the water cascade down her body, washing away the stress and frustration of the day. Her boyfriend had done it again - stood her up for yet another date. He claimed to be a scientist, but that was clearly a lie. Who needs a man who can't even manage their time properly? She lathered up the soap, her fingers dancing across her curves, washing away every inch of him. Suddenly, she stopped. "What is that?" She leaned in closer, her brow furrowing in confusion. There he was, less than a half-inch tall, hiding under the sink staring up at her. "You!" She screeched, her voice echoing off the tiles. He tried to scramble away but slipped on the wet floor, landing right at her feet. Her heart raced as she realized what must have happened. His experiment had gone terribly wrong, and he'd shrunk himself. Poor thing, she thought. But that didn't excuse his constant flakiness. "How could you not tell me you were a scientist?" She shouted, the water pounding against them. He just shrank further into himself, looking up at her with big, fearful eyes. "Answer me!" She demanded, raising her hand threateningly. But then she paused. A mischievous grin spread across her face as an idea began to form. This was the perfect opportunity for some sweet revenge. "I'm done with you," She hissed, her voice cold and calculated. "You're nothing but a burden." With that, she turned her back on him and began to dry off. She pulled on her favorite lace bra and panties, the fabric soft against her skin. She stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped tightly around her body, and reached for her lotion. As she massaged it into her hands, she felt a pang of guilt. Maybe she was being too harsh. After all, it wasn't his fault he'd shrunken. But then she thought of all the times he'd made her feel small and insignificant, and the anger bubbled back up. No, she deserved better than this. She picked up her phone, ready to call it quits. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable argument. "Fine," she said, her voice quivering with rage, "I'm breaking up with you." As she stood there, waiting for his response, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power. He was so tiny now, so helpless. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But then she heard a tiny whimper, and the feeling passed. Her eyes narrowed. "You've got until I finish this bottle," she said, holding up the lotion, "to come up with a good excuse." She applied the lotion to her face, feeling the coolness of it against her skin. As she did, she tried to ignore the tremor in her hand. What was she thinking? She couldn't do this. She couldn't just leave him like this. But then, what choice did she have? She finished with her face and moved on to her body, rubbing the lotion into her thighs and stomach. Suddenly, she felt something tickle her anus. She gasped and looked down, horror washing over her. It was him, trying to crawl up her crack. She laughed, a cruel, bitter sound. "Oh no you don't," she said, squatting down and scooping him up with her fingers. "You're not getting off that easy." Without another thought, she brought him close to her face and let out a long, slow fart. It was the most powerful fart she'd ever released, and it knocked him off his feet. He landed on the floor with a soft thud, his eyes wide with fear. She grinned maliciously. "I hope you enjoy your last meal," she said before stepping on him, grinding him into the tile. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his skin. "I'm done with you," she whispered menacingly. "You're nothing but a speck of dust to