Calling A BBW Giantess for Phonesex

My massive body the size of a mountain, presses down over the top of your tiny little man body like it’s nothing, crushing you down into the mattress as I laugh, deep and rich with feeling, at how tiny you look squirming against my flesh and trying to move from under me. I feel you trying to touch that hard cock and stroke yourself but you can’t. Not under all this weight. You’re so small. And you’re getting smaller with each pressing moment.

Too Tiny to Fight Back

Look at you. Wriggling like a tiny little bug. It’s cute how you strain your muscles. How you push. And you still seem to get nowhere. My titanous thighs spread wide as the shadow it’s created covers you, like a blanket of darkness draping before they close on you, trapping you in place between my warm skin. You’re wedged between them. My flesh like warm, living walls that move slightly. I can feel you try to hump against the skin of my thigh, frantic, desperate. And I just squeeze. Slow, present pressure all over your tiny body like it would be easy to do, because it would be easy to do. Letting you feel all the power i have in this huge giantess body. Your tiny cock throbs but there’s no room to get hard. Not really. Not properly. It just aches for that sweet release that you can’t get. Trapped. You’ll go numb soon. And then I’ll make you beg for the feeling back.

Smothered in Goddess

God, you’re so pathetic here aren’t you, because you can’t do anything to me. I haven’t even used my full weight yet. Now my massive breasts fall over your face. Soft. Heavy. Warm, like two giant plush sized pillows surrounding you. You’re lost in them. Smothered. I feel you gasp through my cleavage and it makes me giggle a little. Little puffs of air. Your whole world is my skin. And I move my enormous belly down. Down onto your chest. You’re gasping now. Choking a little. And it’s making me wetter just feeling and hearing those little moments from you as you gasp, whimper, and even squirm… I count your ruined orgasms as they leak out of you, tiny, pathetic little dribbles of need and want, that aren’t satisfied. One. Two. Three. Each one smaller than the last. Useless. Wasted seed on nothing but a big thigh. Because you’re too small to satisfy a real big woman like me.

Your Only Chance at getting Real Giantess Attention

This is it, tiny. The only place you’ll ever feel this. The only place where I get to treat you like the insignificant little worm you are, wriggling and squirming against my body. Where I say how small you are and you just take it, because that’s all you can do, because that’s what you truly are. Where I tell you to beg and you beg louder. Because out there, you’re nothing but another person. But in here, when you pick up that phone and I answer, you’re my toy. My little plaything that I get to crush and use to my hearts content. And I know you need it. Need me. Need this because it makes you feel so good being able to feel special in my big body with all the attention you get.

How to Shrink for Me

You want to be smaller for me? I know you do. You lie there under me and you wish you could just disappear into my skin. You want to be a speck that can fit everywhere on my body. And I can make you feel that way. All you have to do is talk to me. Tell me how small you want to be. An inch tall? Half an inch? I’ll spell it out for you. I’ll describe it all. How my fingers look like ginormous flag poles to you. How my pussy is a vast, wet canyon you could fall into forever and still keep going. I’ll tell you how I pick you up on one fingertip and bring you close to my mouth, my breath like a hurricane on your tiny body. And then I’ll eat you. Swallow you whole. Feel you slide down my throat, kicking and screaming. You’ll live in my belly. Trapped. Forever. That’s the game. That’s what we do. You call and we play. We make it real.

The Shrinking Process

I’ll start by making you feel the tingling sensation. The electric buzz that means the magic is working. You’ll feel it in your feet first. Then your hands. Everything getting lighter. Smaller. Soon you’re looking up at me from the floor or the concrete. My legs looking like towers. My ankles like cliffs. You’ll try to run. But my hand comes down. A wall of flesh. And you’re caught. You kick and fight. But it’s useless because it doesn’t feel like anything but a tickle to me. You’re too small now. Too weak. I lift you up. Bring you close. My eyes like swimming pools. My mouth a cavern. And I laugh. A deep, rumbling sound that shakes your tiny bones. You’re mine now. My little toy. My little snack. I can do whatever I want with you. And I will. We both know it. That’s why you’re so hard right now, you love hearing all those delicious details of what my ginormousness can do. Why you’re trembling. Why you need to call. You need to hear my voice. You need to feel my words wash over you. You need me to make you small.