Lalo Cortez And Vanessa - Giantesses toilet slave | Pick Vanessa - Lalo Cortez and Vanessa (with Sweet Maria)

Lalo Cortez And Vanessa - Giantesses toilet slave | Pick Vanessa - Lalo Cortez and Vanessa (with Sweet Maria)

Vanessa was in the midst of a satisfying morning constitutional when she noticed something quite unexpected atop her toilet seat: a tiny, shivering man, barely visible to the naked eye. His clothes were torn and tattered, presumably from his abrupt shrinking. The realization of a shrinking virus causing such drastic changes in people's lives struck her hard, but seeing this tiny man on her toilet seat made it all too real.

She gently picked him up with two fingers, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to help him. His pleas for assistance were barely audible, his voice cracking from disuse due to his diminutive size. Vanessa could feel the weight of his presence and the guilty pang hit her hard; she knew he had shrunk at an inopportune moment.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back tears. "I don't know what happened or why this is happening, but I want to help you."

Vanessa brought the tiny man into her bathroom and sat him down on the vanity counter, careful not to harm him further. She poured some water into a bowl and introduced herself properly, telling him her name. His heartfelt thanks made her realise how small and vulnerable he truly was, and she promised to help him get back to normal size as soon as possible.

After a brief conversation, Vanessa's roommate, Lalo Cortez, arrived home. He too was shocked to see the tiny man on the counter, but quickly regained his composure. The two brainstormed about what to do with their new "toy." They discussed various ideas of entertainment, from keeping him as a secret pet to using him as a toilet accessory.

Finally, they decided that this was too important a decision to make alone. They turned to the tiny man and asked him which of them he would like to serve as his master. His answer surprised both of them when he chose Vanessa, mainly because of her kindhearted nature rather than out of fear or intimidation.

With the decision made, Vanessa prepared herself for her new role as the small man's mistress. First, she went to the bathroom and spent some quality time cleaning up. She couldn't help but giggle as she imagined the shock on his face when he realized his predicament of being trapped in her toilet. As she waited for him to arrive at their agreed meeting place, she felt a whole new sense of power and control coursing through her veins.

Soon enough, the tiny man arrived at the designated spot, shivering and trembling with fear. Vanessa appeared before him, towering over him like a colossus, and informed him that he was now her personal toilet slave. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the implications of his choice. Vanessa continued, telling him that from now on, he would be at her beck and call, fulfilling all of her toilet-related fantasies.

Over the next few hours, Vanessa put her new toilet slave through rigorous training. He learned to clean her toilet bowl with his tongue until it gleamed, to lick her anus clean after each bowel movement, and most importantly, to never disobey his mistress. As he performed each task diligently, Vanessa watched with a mix of sadism and amusement.

Finally, it was time for the grand finale. Vanessa sat down on the toilet seat, her thighs practically hiding the tiny man. With a grin, she invited him to come closer and see what she had in store for him. As he crawled up towards her, he could see that she had prepared a surprise: a glass jar filled with her dung and urine.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Vanessa instructed her toilet slave to dip his face into the jar and begin swimming through the filth. He protested weakly, but a stern look from his mistress silenced him. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and plunged his face into the jar, his tiny arms struggling to stay afloat in the disgusting mix.

Watching him suffer through her toilet filth gave Vanessa immense pleasure. She couldn't help but chuckle as she imagined his tiny body being consumed by the stench of her excrement and urine. As he struggled to keep his head above the murky surface, Vanessa chastised him for his weakness, pushed him back down into the jar, and forced him to swim through the filth once more.

The thought of keeping her toilet slave trapped in her disgusting jar for days, perhaps even weeks, made Vanessa's heart race with excitement. She could see the fear and desperation in his eyes, but she also saw the resignation; he knew his life was now hers to control.

As the evening came to a close, Vanessa tucked her new toy away, promising to continue his training tomorrow. She couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of pride, power, and disgust coursing through her body. Tomorrow would be another day of servitude for her tiny toilet slave, and Vanessa couldn't wait to see what delights she would uncover in her bowels.