t was a day like any other, but for me it was special. The sun was filtering through the curtains of my room, creating plays of light that danced on the floor. I sat on the bed, reflecting on my secret power: that of shrinking men. I never imagined that such an ability could give me so much pleasure and fun.
I remember the first man I shrunk. It was Marco, a colleague of mine who was always intrusive and arrogant. One day, while we were working together, I decided to put him to the test. With a simple thought, his body began to shrink, until it was as big as my hand. His expression of shock was unmatched. At first I felt a little scared, but then curiosity and fun took over.
I started playing with him: I placed him delicately on my pussy, making him become my mini assistant . I ordered him to bring me small objects, like pens or pencils, while he complained about being treated that way. But it was all part of the game. I saw him as a small version of the arrogant Marco, so helpl
