Pete lay on the bed, gasping desperately for air. The love of his life, Anya, had laid down with him, only there was a slight size difference among the two. Pete had been shrunk to roughly nine inches in height because of Anya, who now reveled in the fact that she was in control.
"Mmmmm, this feels so good, baby," she purred with her eyes closed. The lovely blonde Russian was completely nude, and had Pete stripped of his clothing as well. Actually, it more or less fell from his body during the shrinking process. His mail-order bride now luxuriated on their bed and felt her man struggling beneath her ass.
Anya's weight was excruciating on the diminished man. He gambled every time he took in air because her tremendous ass cheeks would push it back out of his lungs when she moved. If not for the curve in her lower spine, the poor man wouldn't be able to breathe at all.
"Push your cock into my ass," the behemoth woman commanded. As pressed to the extreme as he was, Pete still managed to produce an erection that slithered its way into her butt crack. Anya smiled as she felt him penetrate her perfect cheeks. "Yes," she sighed, feeling him fuck her from behind. "I like how you do as I say. Cum in my deep ass, baby," she purred.
Peter tried to move his hips but the oppressive weight of his new Russian bride made it very difficult. He felt his erection slide slightly along her soft cheeks. Peter even tried to hug her, but his puny arms barely allowed his hands to curve at her sides.
Anya smiled and pressed her ass harder onto his miniature pelvis. She could feel him despite how insignificant his erection was in her backside. She coached him as the big woman cupped and massaged her breasts.
"Yes, my little man, fuck your big woman. Fuck big Anya. Cum in my hungry ass." Peter still loved his beautiful Russian even though she shrunk him and dominated his body. Inwardly, he loved it. The thought of fucking a giantess boiled his semen to the point of no return.
His high-pitched grunts were barely audible as his cock erupted inside her crack. Jets of warm white semen coated her cheeks and she moaned her approval. Her sweaty back now pressed against his face as she relaxed her massive frame on his little body.
Anya rolled off him and looked down at her American husband. "Pietro did Anya well, no?" she said. "Now Pietro goes to work and cleans up his wife's bottom." Anya quickly got onto her knees and spread those beautiful cheeks with her expensive manicured hands. That big anus of hers descended down onto Peter's reddish face.
"Lick Anya good. Clean up Pietro's little mess." Peter could smell the scent of arousal coming from her shaven pussy, along with the less fragrant aroma of her ass. He leaned up on sore muscles and lapped his tongue against her cheeks to taste himself on her butt. Once clean, Anya got off her man and showed him how she was lactating.
"It's now time for Pietro's feeding I think, yes?" she said, picking him up. Peter was now cuddled in her arms and resting along her ripe breast. She poked her erect nipple into his mouth and made him suckle her warm milk. Gently, the big blonde stroked his face and cooed at him.
"Be a good boy, and Anya will let you stay in the bed with her when her girlfriend comes over. We will show you how Russians like to make love, no?" Peter could only shake his head, since her big rubbery nipple was flowing nutritious warm milk down his throat.
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