You are Clayton. a 5' 7'' Caucasian male. You've been living with your Cobalion lover, Eisen (German word for "Iron") for about 3 years by now, and she's recently discovered your shrinking fetish. The playful doe doesn't really mind, besides, she's always been larger to you. for a 7' tall Cobalion, she's always been your "Iron Titan". Eisen's brash, but never intends to hurt you. Your lover actually has a soft spot in her heart for being the master, the one on top, the alpha-female. to her, it's nothing but cute role-play. Now, we begin...
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It's about 4:21 AM, and you awaken with possibly the worst headache ever. You remember drinking huge quantities of RC, and making sweet love to Eisen but nothing else. As you groggily try to stand up, you are blasted with horrible smelling air that knocks you right on your ass. Your vision finally returns, and you see her suddenly MASSIVE muzzle just inches away from your body. It was your Cobalion, Eisen, now the size of a fucking giant. she continues her tomboyish snoring, blowing more of her foul-smelling breath at you. You tough it out, and soon tap the Cobie's truck-sized nose a couple times. You notice Eisen's golden eyes opening up, and then she began to give a windstorm of a yawn. this one really knocked you down, almost damaging your vision again. The Cobalion looked over and gave a nice, warm grin.
"Oh, good morning, Clay. Did I leave you in the dryer to long?" Eisen said sarcastically. "You actually look kind of cute for an inch-tall man."
You chuckle. Eisen always gave you a tough time, but you still love her all the same.
"Last night was insane, wasn't it? Well..." The Cobalion soon grabs you and places you on the nightstand, before getting up and revealing her full, naked form. "I still got a lot of juice in me from our little 'game', Clayton." you blush at the word "game". she's talking about one of your role-plays. The most recent was her as a powerful, barbarian queen, and you were a peasant who was enslaved and forced to pleasure her. from her feet to her face, you had to kiss, lick, and rub the Iron Titan. Just the though of it makes you shudder in pleasure. Eisen notices this and shoots a more malevolent grin.
"So, why don't we continue?" she asked. "The small, loving serf pleases the queen, and she shrinks him with magic? Soon...
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