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Kim’s action-figure sized husband balanced precariously on the bright reflective surface of her cell phone, glaring defiantly into its unflinching camera notch. He remained silent in hopes of avoiding the ritual he had been forced to perform dozens of times since dwindling past knee height. A technique that he knew would ultimately fail as each performance ended the exact same way. But this time, whether by empathy or playfulness, Kim allowed her puny husband a few cathartic moments of silent wrath. A wrath which amounted to little more than harmless amusement from her perspective, not unlike the feral growling of a tiny newborn kitten. At that moment she couldn’t resist smirking behind him as the pitiful little toy of a man stewed in his own frustrations aimed at the glowing screen in front of him; its images dynamically flickering with streaming video as the little man avoided turning around to confront his wife’s enormous hovering face. Ultimately, scowling at his wife’s lover through her phone was much safer than directly challenging Kim’s undeniable authority.

After the extended contest of “don’t break eye contact” with his giant rival over the phone, Kim had had enough.

“Don’t you have something to ask, little man?” Kim prodded. Her warm breath puffing against his back and head with every word.

The little man didn’t respond as he was still overcome with anger and jealousy.

“Go ahead. Tell him how horny I am, little baby. Tell him you’re too small to satisfy me.” The tone of Kim’s breathless statement now clearly meant to be a command rather than a suggestion.

The little man sighed to himself, signifying inevitable surrender.

“Dave. . . can you please come over and fuck my wife? She’s extremely wet and there is nothing I can do about that. She’s way too big for me to handle.”

Kim licked her lips upon hearing this; eagerly awaiting her bull’s response. After an intentionally awkward pause, the man on the other line played along.

“eeerrr. . . I don’t know,” he said skeptically through the phone’s reverberating speakers. “I heard you asking but your tone made it sound like you don’t want me to come over. I’m a busy man and I’ve got other things to do. Big people things.”

With that, Kim growled at her defiant husband, “Beg!” causing him to flinch. Then, in further emphasis of her command, Kim leaned forward until her lips nearly grazed the back of his tiny head and aggressively whispered, “You’d better beg him to come fuck me, ‘cause if he doesn’t, this greedy wet pussy is gonna break you tonight - you pitiful little shrimp”.

Now terribly frightened, the little man stuttered his request towards the colossus of a man behind the video screen.

“Please sir. . . please come and fuck my wife. Nothing would please me more than this. Please sir, don’t make my wife suffer because of my inadequacies. Please. If you come, I’ll stay out of your way and even polish your shoes like last time. I’ll make that leather shine like mirrors if you’d just please come over and fill her up right. Please sir. I’m begging you here.” The miniature cuckold delivered his lines with gusto; he was totally convincing and even had tears in his little eyes.

“Well. . . Okay, I guess” the giant relented. “I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes. Have the shoe polish ready, runt”.

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Kim’s action-figure sized husband balanced precariously on the bright reflective surface of her cell phone, glaring defiantly into its unflinching camera notch. He remained silent in hopes of avoiding the ritual he had been forced to perform dozens of times since dwindling past knee height. A technique that he knew would ultimately fail as each performance ended the exact same way. But this time, whether by empathy or playfulness, Kim allowed her puny husband a few cathartic moments of silent wrath. A wrath which amounted to little more than harmless amusement from her perspective, not unlike the feral growling of a tiny newborn kitten. At that moment she couldn’t resist smirking behind him as the pitiful little toy of a man stewed in his own frustrations aimed at the glowing screen in front of him; its images dynamically flickering with streaming video as the little man avoided turning around to confront his wife’s enormous hovering face. Ultimately, scowling at his wife’s lover through her phone was much safer than directly challenging Kim’s undeniable authority.

After the extended contest of “don’t break eye contact” with his giant rival over the phone, Kim had had enough.

“Don’t you have something to ask, little man?” Kim prodded. Her warm breath puffing against his back and head with every word.

The little man didn’t respond as he was still overcome with anger and jealousy.

“Go ahead. Tell him how horny I am, little baby. Tell him you’re too small to satisfy me.” The tone of Kim’s breathless statement now clearly meant to be a command rather than a suggestion.

The little man sighed to himself, signifying inevitable surrender.

“Dave. . . can you please come over and fuck my wife? She’s extremely wet and there is nothing I can do about that. She’s way too big for me to handle.”

Kim licked her lips upon hearing this; eagerly awaiting her bull’s response. After an intentionally awkward pause, the man on the other line played along.

“eeerrr. . . I don’t know,” he said skeptically through the phone’s reverberating speakers. “I heard you asking but your tone made it sound like you don’t want me to come over. I’m a busy man and I’ve got other things to do. Big people things.”

With that, Kim growled at her defiant husband, “Beg!” causing him to flinch. Then, in further emphasis of her command, Kim leaned forward until her lips nearly grazed the back of his tiny head and aggressively whispered, “You’d better beg him to come fuck me, ‘cause if he doesn’t, this greedy wet pussy is gonna break you tonight - you pitiful little shrimp”.

Now terribly frightened, the little man stuttered his request towards the colossus of a man behind the video screen.

“Please sir. . . please come and fuck my wife. Nothing would please me more than this. Please sir, don’t make my wife suffer because of my inadequacies. Please. If you come, I’ll stay out of your way and even polish your shoes like last time. I’ll make that leather shine like mirrors if you’d just please come over and fill her up right. Please sir. I’m begging you here.” The miniature cuckold delivered his lines with gusto; he was totally convincing and even had tears in his little eyes.

“Well. . . Okay, I guess” the giant relented. “I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes. Have the shoe polish ready, runt”.