So, the person he had been facing for so long, the person who wanted him dead was now a tiny insignificant shrunken bug on the ground. As Fate watched the tiny Graves he began to feel strange sensations inside. It was if, for once, he was in control. He had the power and Graves being that small was nothing to him. The roles had been reserved. It was his time to call the shots.
The power was intoxicating. For a while Fate just stood still, with Graves frantically moving about in his shadow. The power, the idea that he could control another human being like this, decide his fate, his life...it was all so wonderful. As Fate thought about it more and more he could feel himself starting to harden. The idea was messing with his head and also his hormones.
Quickly the card master took a few steps forward until he was standing right in front of his shrunken foe, his body a massive titan compared to Graves. The outlaw had frozen in place upon seeing the giant Twisted Fate approach him, scared and helpless.
With his cowboy boots on either side of Graves' tiny body Fate slowly began fumbling with his belt, one hand reaching down to undo the it while his boots trapped Graves in place. Soon his jeans were loose and he unbuttoned them, his eyes never once leaving those of his frightened shrunken opponent.
"Looks like you're going to get the whole show partner..."
Fate began to stroke himself, rubbing his growing bulge from the outside. The power was making him crazy horny and he had to do it now.
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