Sashacurves - The Giantess' Hangover

Sashacurves - The Giantess' Hangover

Sashacurves - The Giantess' Hangover
As the giantess stumbled into her bedroom, she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Her mind was spinning from the alcohol, her body yearning for rest, yet there was an annoying tickling sensation coming from deep inside her ass. She wiggled her well-endowed ass cheeks apart, curious about the sensation. That's when she saw him. A tiny man, no bigger than a thumbnail, clinging desperately to her insides, eyes wide with fear. She let out a squeal of surprise before bursting into laughter. Sasha Curves, the resident giantess of the group chat, had brought home a real-life tiny man!

She remembered how they had been at the club, secretly shrinking condescending men with a secret smartphone app they'd found online. They called it "The Shrinker". It made them feel powerful, dominating these pathetic men who thought they could get away with anything just because they were bigger. But they hadn't meant to take one home, especially not while blackout drunk. But here he was, trapped in her ass, helpless until she decided to let him go. Or at least until her friend woke up with the shrinking device so they could return him to his normal size. For now, she had more pressing needs to tend to, like that nagging hangover pounding at her temples.

Sasha crawled into bed, her giantess body groaning as it hit the mattress. God, she needed to sleep. But as she closed her eyes, she was reminded of the ticklish sensation coming from her ass. The tiny man must be really annoyed, she thought, amused by the idea. She tried to ignore him as she focused on drifting off, but after a few minutes, she just couldn't resist. Reaching her hand down to her wet atlas, she gently parted her asscheeks and plunged her finger into her own ass. It felt so good, the tiny man twitching against her finger, sending waves of pleasure though her tired, drunk body. She sat up, pulling him closer to her face, her lips parting as she realized what she was about to do. "You're going to make me cum, aren't you?" she murmured before plunging her finger deep into her ass and down onto the tiny man, impaling him on her finger and bringing him to orgasm against his will. Her whole body shook with pleasure as she milked him for all he was worth, eyes rolling back into her head and pussy leaking anticipation for more.

When she finally came down from her high, she was surprised to find the tiny man, now known as Tiny Tommy, lying wet and spent on her messy pillow. She considered sending him on his way with a message to his phone, but something stopped her. The thrill of the power she had over him was addictive. Plus, he had served his purpose; he had given her the release she needed to deal with her hangover. For now, she decided, he could stay. After all, she mused with a wicked grin, it was his own fault for being such a nuisance last night. And who knows, maybe if she was lucky, she'd find a use for him later on when they were both more sober. Or maybe not…