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"This has to be the best sandwich I've ever eaten." Alina's eyes looked at the work of art with both amusement and confidence. "I'll have to order from there more often."

Unbeknownst to Alina as she casually strolled around her dining room, terror was brewing near her midriff. Cory, her boyfriend, had gotten himself into this mess in the first place.

You shouldn't eat so much, you're gonna get fat. It might already be showing a little." An extremely insensitive remark; he had crossed the line with that one. You see, Alina is a witch. Cory didn't know this until it was a tad too late, and the damage had already been done. The spell was cast right away and even now (precisely four days later) Alina hadn't regretted it. The spells contingency was that Cory would be shrunk to 1/130th of his original size, only to be returned when the deepest most intimate feelings of love and devotion were felt by him.

Clearly, that would take a minute. Many, many minutes. In fact, Alina doubted he ever was really in love with her. From the way he spoke to her to his carelessness with her emotions, and even the time that he went on a date with another girl while they were steady. For all she cared, he could stay that way. And he probably would!

Cory flailed his legs, his grip was slipping quickly.

"Babe, please! I'm so sorry! Please, babe, you have to help me!" But she had not a single clue of his struggle.

She knew how much he loved her in leggings, so to add insult to injury she wore them every day since he'd been shrunk. She fully intended to tease him with a monumental view of her thighs and ass, knowing well he'd have to watch and worship her from around her home.

It had taken him almost three full hours to make his way up to the couch where she was laying down, and at that point he felt like he may have had a chance at getting her attention and apologizing. Maybe if he hadn't played with himself for so long while she was watching TV, he would have already had her attention when the doorbell rang for her food delivery.

That brings us to now, where poor Cory dangles from the waistline of his now ex-girlfriends leggings. He looked up and could barely make out her face from beyond those enormous boobs. She was without a care, eating an artisan sandwich from her favorite deli.

"I forget what was on this..." He heard her ponder. She took a bite. He watched as her teeth ripped through the gigantic sandwich and her cheeks moved in and out as she masticated. "Bologna, has to be." She finished chewing and swallowed. Cory could hear her stomach accommodating the small chewed bite that had just landed in it. He struggled to cope with the idea that even that small bite was vastly larger than he was, and he could absolutely be swallowed whole by her without issue.

He turned and looked down. Her legs stretched for miles. He dared to think about that sacred place where her thighs met below him. Oh, those thighs. They were perfect. He could barely even grip them at normal size but that didn't stop him from squeezing them and laying his head upon them. Down below further were her calves, then led to her beautifully manicured toes, pressed into floral wedges. He snapped out of his daydream for a moment to consider that a fall from this height-- just waist height for her --would kill him 20 times over. He shuddered.

Then he pictured her ass. Why did he have to comment on it? The truth was that she had an Instagram model's ass. It was ridiculous in proportion, and if she wanted to she could build an entire internet following just from it alone. He wondered if she sat down on him at this size, would he just be pressed into nothing? Would he be pinned against it and die from suffocation? Would it break any bones? Somehow the thought of it was oddly erotic.

She had taken all intimacy from him, and even teased him by wearing these leggings; his favorite pair on her. Without knowing it, she was speaking to him. She wanted to tease him and she wanted him to worship her, to obsess over her and to fawn over her. This was her punishment. Even when she had completely forgotten about him, she was still the center of his attention. Always. It was a harsh punishment, but for the way he had acted, a fitting one.

Thanks for checking out my work!! If you'd like much, much more like this you can head to patreon.com/giantess ! ♥

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"This has to be the best sandwich I've ever eaten." Alina's eyes looked at the work of art with both amusement and confidence. "I'll have to order from there more often."

Unbeknownst to Alina as she casually strolled around her dining room, terror was brewing near her midriff. Cory, her boyfriend, had gotten himself into this mess in the first place.

You shouldn't eat so much, you're gonna get fat. It might already be showing a little." An extremely insensitive remark; he had crossed the line with that one. You see, Alina is a witch. Cory didn't know this until it was a tad too late, and the damage had already been done. The spell was cast right away and even now (precisely four days later) Alina hadn't regretted it. The spells contingency was that Cory would be shrunk to 1/130th of his original size, only to be returned when the deepest most intimate feelings of love and devotion were felt by him.

Clearly, that would take a minute. Many, many minutes. In fact, Alina doubted he ever was really in love with her. From the way he spoke to her to his carelessness with her emotions, and even the time that he went on a date with another girl while they were steady. For all she cared, he could stay that way. And he probably would!

Cory flailed his legs, his grip was slipping quickly.

"Babe, please! I'm so sorry! Please, babe, you have to help me!" But she had not a single clue of his struggle.

She knew how much he loved her in leggings, so to add insult to injury she wore them every day since he'd been shrunk. She fully intended to tease him with a monumental view of her thighs and ass, knowing well he'd have to watch and worship her from around her home.

It had taken him almost three full hours to make his way up to the couch where she was laying down, and at that point he felt like he may have had a chance at getting her attention and apologizing. Maybe if he hadn't played with himself for so long while she was watching TV, he would have already had her attention when the doorbell rang for her food delivery.

That brings us to now, where poor Cory dangles from the waistline of his now ex-girlfriends leggings. He looked up and could barely make out her face from beyond those enormous boobs. She was without a care, eating an artisan sandwich from her favorite deli.

"I forget what was on this..." He heard her ponder. She took a bite. He watched as her teeth ripped through the gigantic sandwich and her cheeks moved in and out as she masticated. "Bologna, has to be." She finished chewing and swallowed. Cory could hear her stomach accommodating the small chewed bite that had just landed in it. He struggled to cope with the idea that even that small bite was vastly larger than he was, and he could absolutely be swallowed whole by her without issue.

He turned and looked down. Her legs stretched for miles. He dared to think about that sacred place where her thighs met below him. Oh, those thighs. They were perfect. He could barely even grip them at normal size but that didn't stop him from squeezing them and laying his head upon them. Down below further were her calves, then led to her beautifully manicured toes, pressed into floral wedges. He snapped out of his daydream for a moment to consider that a fall from this height-- just waist height for her --would kill him 20 times over. He shuddered.

Then he pictured her ass. Why did he have to comment on it? The truth was that she had an Instagram model's ass. It was ridiculous in proportion, and if she wanted to she could build an entire internet following just from it alone. He wondered if she sat down on him at this size, would he just be pressed into nothing? Would he be pinned against it and die from suffocation? Would it break any bones? Somehow the thought of it was oddly erotic.

She had taken all intimacy from him, and even teased him by wearing these leggings; his favorite pair on her. Without knowing it, she was speaking to him. She wanted to tease him and she wanted him to worship her, to obsess over her and to fawn over her. This was her punishment. Even when she had completely forgotten about him, she was still the center of his attention. Always. It was a harsh punishment, but for the way he had acted, a fitting one.

Thanks for checking out my work!! If you'd like much, much more like this you can head to patreon.com/giantess ! ♥