We made sure his cam was all set up and working before we began his shrinking fetish fantasy. I knew I couldn't trust him to tell me the truth. I needed to make sure I had a way for him to prove that he was following my directives. Although it was primarily a giantess fantasy phone sex call, a large part of this scenario was forced intoxication. I love watching him on his web cam as he got drunker and drunker. There he sat. I could see him on my monitor, wearing nothing but his boxers, bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand cell phone in the other. He faced his computer and tipped the bottle back and drinking every time I told him to. With each shot of whiskey he got smaller and smaller. It's like the whiskey was reducing him to the size of peanut. Small enough to be crushed under a giant foot …. under a giant foot.
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