Vivianne is the bank's lead creditor. She has been sending emails, certified letters, and phone call
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Vivianne is the bank's lead creditor. She has been sending emails, certified letters, and phone calls to Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson hasn't been paying his bill since he quit his job to work on a shrinking potion that he hides in coffee. When professional and kind Vivianne comes to the door, he offers her a cup of his special brew. "Well, I'm here to discuss your mortgage, but sure-- I'd love a cup."
She takes a sip and goes over his missed payments. He explains that the coffee is going to make him rich, as soon as he gets a test subject. Vivianne giggles at the absurdity of the idea, it is delicious coffee, but the bank will not allow him that much time. Her dress starts to fall off her shoulder, she doesn't realize it and continues going over his options. Her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose, she pushes them back up. Her legs are getting shorter, her feet are smaller inside her heels. She is holding the coffee cup, it's getting larger, heavier.. or is she shrinking?
She watches herself sink below the counter top and pushes the massive coffee cup onto the counter top. "What the..?" Mr. Johnson watches in excitement.
When she finally becomes nude, she clutches her nude body in modesty. She grabs her panties, now massive, and uses them to cover her body. She runs to the edge of the kitchen, looking for an exit, she sees a cat door. "Yes!" She jumps up and pulls herself up and in, her cute little legs and ass wiggling as she struggles to push herself through. "Oomph!" She lands on her ass. She rubs her head, trying to get control of this insane situation. She hears footsteps.. she sees the light of the door opening, she runs to hide.
She hides behind the leg of a chair. Mr. Johnson sees her peeking out. He gets on his hands and knees, grabs her and carries her to his desk. She looks around in amazement as she is carried "please don't drop me." He places her gently on the desk.
Mr. Johnson wants her to call her boss to tell him that he has given her a check. That will buy him at least a month or two while he patents his amazing invention. She pushes the button on the iPhone. Her high pitched voice makes her boss think that she has a cold. She turns the phone off and Mr. Johnson is satisfied.. well, almost. He's watching her hold her beautiful little body in modesty and feeling really turned on. He asks her to remove her arms, she is hesitant, but will do anything for the opportunity to be full size again. Mr. Johnson agrees to the promise of changing her back, but he wants to be "released" first, he unzips his pants.
Vivianne winces at the dirty deed she has to do. She touches his cock, and she realizes she will never make him cum with her little hands. She gets on top of his dick and rides it back and forth. She starts to enjoy the feeling of his warm, throbbing cock under her, she gets into it, "mmmm," she moans. She bends over to look at his cock hole. He explodes!
She is tossed on the desk from the explosion. She wipes the cum off her body. She smiles. "I think I like being your little doll."
Vivianne is the bank's lead creditor. She has been sending emails, certified letters, and phone calls to Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson hasn't been paying his bill since he quit his job to work on a shrinking potion that he hides in coffee. When professional and kind Vivianne comes to the door, he offers her a cup of his special brew. "Well, I'm here to discuss your mortgage, but sure-- I'd love a cup."
She takes a sip and goes over his missed payments. He explains that the coffee is going to make him rich, as soon as he gets a test subject. Vivianne giggles at the absurdity of the idea, it is delicious coffee, but the bank will not allow him that much time. Her dress starts to fall off her shoulder, she doesn't realize it and continues going over his options. Her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose, she pushes them back up. Her legs are getting shorter, her feet are smaller inside her heels. She is holding the coffee cup, it's getting larger, heavier.. or is she shrinking?
She watches herself sink below the counter top and pushes the massive coffee cup onto the counter top. "What the..?" Mr. Johnson watches in excitement.
When she finally becomes nude, she clutches her nude body in modesty. She grabs her panties, now massive, and uses them to cover her body. She runs to the edge of the kitchen, looking for an exit, she sees a cat door. "Yes!" She jumps up and pulls herself up and in, her cute little legs and ass wiggling as she struggles to push herself through. "Oomph!" She lands on her ass. She rubs her head, trying to get control of this insane situation. She hears footsteps.. she sees the light of the door opening, she runs to hide.
She hides behind the leg of a chair. Mr. Johnson sees her peeking out. He gets on his hands and knees, grabs her and carries her to his desk. She looks around in amazement as she is carried "please don't drop me." He places her gently on the desk.
Mr. Johnson wants her to call her boss to tell him that he has given her a check. That will buy him at least a month or two while he patents his amazing invention. She pushes the button on the iPhone. Her high pitched voice makes her boss think that she has a cold. She turns the phone off and Mr. Johnson is satisfied.. well, almost. He's watching her hold her beautiful little body in modesty and feeling really turned on. He asks her to remove her arms, she is hesitant, but will do anything for the opportunity to be full size again. Mr. Johnson agrees to the promise of changing her back, but he wants to be "released" first, he unzips his pants.
Vivianne winces at the dirty deed she has to do. She touches his cock, and she realizes she will never make him cum with her little hands. She gets on top of his dick and rides it back and forth. She starts to enjoy the feeling of his warm, throbbing cock under her, she gets into it, "mmmm," she moans. She bends over to look at his cock hole. He explodes!
She is tossed on the desk from the explosion. She wipes the cum off her body. She smiles. "I think I like being your little doll."
Vivianne is the bank's lead creditor. She has been sending emails, certified letters, and phone call
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