Media Impact Customs - Nyssa Dominates Her Tiny Neighbor After a Night of Drinking CL

Media Impact Customs - Nyssa Dominates Her Tiny Neighbor After a Night of Drinking CL

Title: Media Impact Customs - Nyssa Dominates Her Tiny Neighbor After a Night of Drinking CL Tags: giantess, doll fetish, doll, bearhug, Media Impact Customs, catsuit, shiny clothing, lift & carry, lift, shrinking fetish nyssa nevers, man handled Nyssa stumbled into her neighbor's house, her Media Impact Customs catsuit clinging to her curves as she lumbered through the door. The shrinking virus had taken hold of him, and she couldn't resist the urge to have her way with him. She'd had a night of heavy drinking, and now it was time for some fun. Her tiny neighbor, barely more than three feet tall, looked up at her in terror as she approached. But Nyssa just laughed, a deep, resonating sound that filled the room. She bent down and scooped him up in her arms, his tiny body trembling against her massive frame. "Nyssa... what are you doing?" he whimpered. "Oh, I'm just getting started, little man," she purred, her voice low and threatening. She carried him into the living room, where she set him down on the table. His head just about reached her waist, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She reached down and unzipped his shirt, revealing his tiny chest. Then, with a cruel grin, she bent him over the table, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the surface. "Now, where were we?" she asked, her breath hot against his ear. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the contours of his spine under her fingers. Then, with a powerful thrust, she lifted him off the table, his legs dangling in the air as she held him aloft. His feet couldn't even touch the ground as she walked around the room, enjoying the view of her towering form and his tiny, helpless body. She roamed the room like this for what felt like hours, carrying him from one end to the other. Sometimes she'd squeeze him tight, feeling his bones grind against her iron grip. Other times she'd just hold him close, running her fingers through his hair or tracing lines down his back. As the night wore on, Nyssa grew tired of her game. She picked him up one last time and carried him to his bedroom. She laid him down on the bed, his head on the pillow and his legs spread wide. Then, with a final look of triumph, she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Her tiny neighbor lay helpless before her, his body trembling with fear and anticipation. Nyssa grinned, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. And as she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him there to wonder what horrors she had in store for him next, she couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the power she wielded over him.