Even though I knew it to be the most futile thing possible, I screamed for help until my voice became ragged as I fought break free of the cum-turned-concrete.
I made my way back to my sleeping area, feeling more depressed than I had since the few days after I had been shrunk.
Thanks for teaching us about it.
Unfortunately, all that began to change about four months into our giant-tiny relationship.
The sex we had that night was by far the best I ever had with another man, and the feeling I had when I woke up in his arms the next morning was that of pure, unadulterated love.