Amazon Shrinking Interlude

Amazon Shrinking Interlude

Amazon shrinking interlude. Because I fall into the “Amazon” goldilocks zone (over 6’ tall in heels) it makes sense that many crave me towering over them. It makes sense their fondest submissive desires revolve around being shrunk down to size. The more vociferous (and unforeseen) the erection, the greater their desire to become miniaturized. I have a graduate student who came over to help me conduct a field experiment entitled SHRINKING MAN. He brought three of his friends with him and what follows are our astonishing findings.

After finishing my morning swim, I opened the front door to find four fresh-faced male graduate students standing there. “I made fresh lemonade.” I announced as they followed me into the kitchen. “It’s organic lemons, water, maple syrup and a little bit of cayenne pepper, for the kick.” I poured them each a tall glass on ice and we went to the backyard to sit around the table in the gazebo and begin the Amazon Shrinking Interlude.

Hidden erections at the Amazon Shrinking Interlude

“So, when did you discover your shrinking abilities?” asked the geekiest one in the batch. He was an extremely dorky looking guy with glasses and reddish hair. “Well,” I answered. “My ability began after I took a trip to Costa Rica.” I paused for a moment, and took a big sip of the delicious lemonade.  Looking over to my pool, I noticed a butterfly had become swamped on top of the water. I stood up and grabbed the pool net, gently scooped the butterfly into it, and carefully balanced the net on a sunny bush to allow the wings to dry off. “hmm…” A butterfly, or even snails, could be an interesting addition to the Amazon Shrinking Interlude…

When I turned around the heat of hidden erections glowed in their eyes. Such are the wages of watching me mince around with butterflies and pool nets in a bikini. “When I was in Costa Rica, I met a researcher working in the jungle. She had discovered an amino acid causing miniaturization in various organisms.” I glanced down at the dorky guy’s foot, which was now three sizes too small for the sneakers he wore. “Hang on a sec, guys,” “I want to take a quick dip.”  I walked to the deep end of the pool and dived in.  When I resurfaced a minute later, on the shallow end of the pool, the process had already happened…

I bent down like King Kong and picked him up with one hand

Pools of clothing dripped from the benches onto the gazebo floor. Each pool of garments contained within it a tiny, naked, G I JOE sized version of the formerly full-sized man! How tiny their voices sounded! “It was the lemonade!” the geeky one angrily squeaked as he attempted escape by running under a bush near the gazebo.

I bent down like King Kong and picked him up with one hand. Hastily I opened the flaptop of my wicker picnic basket and dropped him inside. One of the others was on his back struggling to escape the weight of his own (Pink Floyd) t-shirt, which now smothered him like a huge tarp. Another one was cowering inside his former sock. The last one I spied crawling up the vining gazebo wisteria. Into the basket they all went and WOW, those little guys put up a fuss during the Amazon Shrinking Interlude!

Further experimentation at the Amazon Shrinking Interlude

Gingerly I walked my basket of young men to my garden she-shed and tumbled the boys onto the tabletop. “Shh!” I removed my bikini top and picked up a mini. I held the palm of my hand flat and commanded him; “Step on.”  Slowly moving it towards my chest I raising it nipple-high. We watched as he opened his tiny mouth wide and pushed it over my hard nipple.

I could feel his mini hands clasping my skin like an insect, his mouth voraciously sucking. It felt like I had a koi fish attached to my breast.  The other boys began stroking their miniature penises. A tiny squirt the size of a half drop of water emitted from his crotch onto my breast as his mouth continued to suck. Suddenly, I heard a mini shriek of horror from one of the other students. Hark, is there an emergency during the Amazon Shrinking Interlude?

“Help Justine, Help me!”  I walked from the mirror to the table to see a giant Daddy Long Legs spider had the handsome one pinned down. I brushed the spider away, jumped up onto the table and spread my legs. I watched as two of the minis mounted my right ankle and two mounted the left. They resembled lizards slowly shimmying up my legs. It was the super tall dorky one who made it to the promised land first.  I gazed down to see him standing between my legs, pushing then hugging his mini arms into the lips of my pussy. These inquisitive students have no idea what awaits them, but I do. The Amazon Shrinking Interlude is an experience they will never forget, kind of like the Creampie Sex Orgy! For more flights of fancy…

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