"Babe! Are You Staring At My Ass AGAIN?" *giggle*, "O-M-G You Are, Like, Seriously Obsessed With It!

Yesssss, drink up.

We understand your concern. But rest assured, our top scientists are working on a cure around the clock.

In the meantime, our Psychiatric Team has been studying ways for men to cope with their anxiety. We recommend trying to shut off the processing centers of your mind. At your diminished size, most complex brain function is overwhelming. Try running on a more basic level. Find comfort in what feels good. While your body may be shrinking, your brain’s pleasure centers are growing and showing heightened functioning.

Remember, this is only temporary. Think of it as a break from reality. Do what you need to do to get through this. Take a break from you day to day responsibilities.

Most men find this break quite pleasurable once they relax and let us take control. Let our ladies take the wheel for now. We’ll tend to everything, from the complex problems of our times down to your most basic urges.

Don’t worry. We got this.

You couldnt deny that shrinking might not be all bad. The #MommyPropaganda was frequently encouraging you to enjoy the view. Besides, this was on temporary, right?

“Hard day at work, sweetie?” she cooed, effortlessly lifting her tiny husband from the floor, “Well, you don’t have to go back to that place any more now, do you?”  She planted a huge, smeary kiss on Sam’s forehead and hoisted him towards the couch.

His gaze dropped into her immense bosom as he pictured his life ahead. No…the office didn’t need him anymore. No one needed him anymore. Like all men, he was becoming…obsolete.

“I dressed up pretty for you, honey,” she continued, feeling his attention settling on her chest, “to celebrate our special night together, the start of our new life.” He was tense, she could tell. Tense, ashamed, belittled by all that had happened these past few months. “Here, let’s get you settled on the couch…” With that, she seated him gently and leaned, hands on knees, towards him. “Our new life together, Sam…” she said, trying not to smile too proudly as he gaped up at her, gawklng openly at her chest, “just you and me…in this house…forever…”

He was overwhelmed, clearly - he had been for weeks. But he’d tried to keep up appearances, as much of his old life as possible. Now, though, that time was gone. Now came the time when they no longer had to pretend. And he was plainly frightened.

She knelt down on the floor, to bring herself closer to his level, to mollify him. “Now, relax, honey…” she said, voice dropping intimately as she pulled his shoes from his little feet, “let your wife take care of you…”

A little whine escaped his lips as he watched her smile, tending to her husband with obvious relish, delicately undoing his pants, sliding them down to his knees. Dutifully she began undoing his tie, pulling it from him and dropping it aside to move on to the buttons of his shirt. She hummed and purred her approval as she drew his shirt away from his pale, sunken chest and watched him shudder in anticipation. 

“So, sweetie,” she asked innocently, hands drew up to release her mane of hair, “what do you want to do?” With a shake of her head, her long, raven locks cascaded behind her shoulders, and she fixed her husband with a look suddenly wanton and intense.

Again he whined as she placed one hand on each side of him, on the couch, effectively trapping him there. He felt small, caged, and he looked up at her. He watched as her gaze fell to his cock - erect already, huge and throbbing, awaiting her attentions.

She giggled, girlishly - knowing how he liked that, and how it would make her jiggle for him - and continued. “Well, how ‘bout we start with this…”

At that she lowered herself, slowly, onto his waiting lap, onto his already twitching shaft. Her overgrown breasts pinned his cock to his belly, up to his sternum, swallowing his hips, thighs, nearly his entire torso. 

“oh…god...” he moaned, the first words he’d uttered since walking in the door, cowed and timid. Though first goggling at the spectacle of seeing himself all but disappear into his wife’s cleavage, he soon closed his eyes and laid his head back to the couch, basking in her softness.

“Mmmm…you like that?” she purred, slowly starting to roll her giant breasts in waves over her husband’s shrunken form. He felt so small, so weak and fragile beneath her, and she was careful not to hurt him. He was lost already, she knew, and would come soon - the first time of many this evening - between her great breasts. She could be so gentle with him tonight, she thought, picturing taking him next in her lap, as she moved to plant another huge, warm kiss on his head…

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