Your mind reels at the thought, but it quickly fades into insignificance when Elena comes again, this time screaming your name alongside hers. The force of their combined pleasure sends you spiraling towards oblivion; the warm rush of semen flooding your senses like molasses on a cold winter day. As they collapse onto the desk, spent and sated, you find yourself buried deep within Elena's depths; trapped there forevermore in this moment of pure blissful depravity.

"perhaps we should find something else for you to do." Her fingers drum idly on the desk as she contemplates her options. You can feel your heart racing in anticipation of whatever it is she has planned next.

Elena raises an eyebrow at your request, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before being replaced by a wicked grin. "My my," she purrs, leaning closer to you, "aren't you just full of interesting ideas?" Without waiting for a response, she parts her luscious lips and allows a trickle of saliva to drip onto your tiny form.

The cool liquid pools around you, slowly increasing in volume as she continues to drool, her tongue darting out occasionally to lap at the edges of the growing puddle.

...or perhaps because you want to feel me clench around you there."

She slides her finger along the crack of her ass, spreading the tight entrance just enough to reveal the puckered entrance beneath. With steady hands, she guides you toward it, positioning you at the perfect angle. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, she inserts you into her body, feeling the heat and tightness envelop you as you slip inside.

"Ohhhh,"

Elena's lips curl into a wicked smile as you express your desire to be shrunk yourself. With a chuckle, she obliges, manipulating the controls until they finally hum to life beneath her fingers. You feel a strange sensation wash over you, like being pulled in two directions at once, and then everything goes black.

When you come to your senses again, you're lying on the floor next to the control panel, staring up at Elena with newfound perspective.

"There we are," she says brightly, her face lit up with glee as she inspects her handiwork. "I've made you about an inch tall. Isn't that just adorable?" She bends down to pick you up, cradling you delicately in one palm before plopping you onto the tip of her finger.

"Now then," she continues, walking over to a nearby shelf lined with tiny furniture and accessories, "