Dear Jessica,
I can’t say how thankful I am to have such a wonderfully thoughtful pupil. Ever since my husband passed, I’ve been so incredibly lonely. I didn’t want you to worry, so I did my best to hide it. But just like him, nothing ever gets passed you! Now, I’ll be the first to admit, I was a little jealous when you first showed me those pics of Ian. I may be past my prime, but I’m still a woman. If only I knew you were merely testing the merchandise! And when I came home that fateful December day, only to find a shrunken little Ian, cutely curled up against my underthings, it was nothing short of a dream!
I don’t know how you did it, or when you learned about my odd little fetish. Perhaps it’s time I finally took that computer class and learned how to properly delete my file history? Or is it cookies? In any case, Ian is the most precious gift I’ve ever been given. He makes me feel young again, like I’ve been given a second chance, you know? Oh, and don’t worry about his size. Sure, he’s on the small side, but trust me, with a bit of creativity, he reaches places on me no man ever has. I know, I know, too much information!
Love Always, Your Mentor
Tags: shrinking, shrunken man, insertion, pleasure, sex toy
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Story by Jsm109 |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Eduardo Bazan |
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