You were surprised but pleased when Russ suggested going to the living room first. You'd expected him to get right to the sex, but you were still getting used to your new size so it might be nice. You shouted up, "OK, sure!" and Russ smiled down at you, moving through his apartment. "This is the hall, the kitchen..." he said, giving you a tour. As he moved through the kitchen he grabbed a bottle of red wine and a glass with his other hand, before eventually arriving in a large, well-appointed living room. He sat carefully down on the sofa and put the wine on the coffee table, pouring himself a glass, then opened his hand to look at you. "Hi there," he smiled gently and you smiled back, your heart pounding as you tried to acclimatize yourself to the rush of wind that accompanied his every word or movement, the sheer power of his voice, his hands, his body, everything. You felt a little scared and helpless, but were comforted by Russ' huge, happy, reassuring smile. He brought one of his fingers down to gently stroke you and you responded to the feel of the smooth, thick digit by reaching up yourself, feeling it and snuggling against it. Russ' smile widened as you began to get used to your role as the tiny.
Leaning forward, Russ poured himself a glass of wine and then took, from his shirt pocket, a miniscule object that - as he brought it closer to you - was an extremely tiny glass, designed to be held by somebody 1 inch tall. "I used the powder on this earlier," he explained as he put it gently on the table. "Just because you're tiny now, doesn't mean you can't be civilized," he said with a wink.
Carefully Russ deposited you on the coffee table next to the glass, picked up the tiny glass again and dunked it into his own, massive one - filling it. He removed it and put it down next to you; many drops spilled out but it was still a hearty glass for someone your size.
"Wow, thanks!" you called up as you stared at the giant Russ. He filled your vision as he leaned forward, staring straight down at you.
"No problem," he said as he grabbed his glass again and took a sip. "Always got to have some liquid courage." He winked.
You sat down on the hard, glass coffee table and Russ immediately said, "hold on, get up." You obliged instantly and he carefully grabbed you again, lifting you from the table. With his other hand, he took a cushion from the sofa and put it on the table, then put you on the cushion. "Get comfortable," he said. You blushed furiously.
"Such a great host," you said, your heart beating with excitement at just how sweet Russ was being.
"Hey, you agreed to shrink. I'm the one that owes you," Russ said.
There was a pause as you both took a sip of wine.
"So little man, tell me a bit about yourself. About your life before you became my tiny slave."
Your eyebrows raised for a moment and your stomach dropped out, but Russ just chuckled. "I'm kidding, little guy, don't worry!"
Feeling immense relief, you laughed too, and you started talking with Russ. You talked about your life and job and then how you'd gotten into the fetish of being tiny. Russ filled your glass more than once, and you soon felt quite tipsy as Russ started talking about his own life, how he got to be so rich, even how he got ahold of the shrinking powder.
After a couple of hours of talking and 2 or 3 glasses of wine each, you were both feeling warmer towards each other and a bit hornier. Draining the glass, Russ leaned forward suddenly and held out his hand for you. You didn't need telling; you quickly drained your own glass and laid it on the cushion you were sat on, then climbed onto the waiting palm. You crouched down as it was brought to his face and past his stubbly chin; without warning, he kissed your entire naked body, tongue emerging from the mouth to lick you and move you around the palm, effortlessly dominating you. "mmm," he moaned. "Tastes good."
You responded by leaning forward and kissing, caressing his lips. Russ exhaled deeply from his nose and you saw his mouth form a wide grin as he settled down into his sofa, lying on it. He picked you out of his palm and held you between thumb and forefinger, suspending you over his face and speaking.
"You're amazing, little man. Everything I hoped for and more."
You couldn't believe he'd said that.
"Really?" you exclaimed. "That's what I was going to say! You are a perfect giant."
Russ seemed to blush and he brought you down to his lips, kissing you several times in a row. Now he rolled over on the couch, putting you on the cushion and propping himself up on both arms, looking down upon you, then leaning in and continuing to kiss and lick you; you rolled this way and that, totally ruled by the giant business daddy. You moaned in pleasure and he followed suit.
"Amazing," you called up to him.
"I know," he said between kisses. He pulled himself into a kneeling position and removed his shirt, and you instinctively started wanking at the sight of this behemoth towering over you in such a godlike pose, the hairy muscles of his stomach and arms bulging. "Not yet," he commanded, leaning in and placing a finger upon you. "Let's..."
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