Attack Of The Tinies

Description: I came home like it was any other day, until i noticed something strange — my tiny dolls were scattered all over the floor. i didn’t remember leaving them like that. weird. i start picking them up one by one, teasing them a little for being “lazy” and “messy,” giggling at how helpless they look in my hands. they were always just toys to me — cute little decorations i could boss around. so of course, i couldn’t resist playing with them a little. maybe even tormenting them. but then… i felt something. a sharp little ping on the side of my head. like someone had thrown something at me. i froze, confused — before another hit followed. and another. was i imagining things? suddenly everything goes dark — and when the scene fades back in, i’m completely bound and gagged, flat on the floor, helpless. my nylons are sticky, soaked in tiny loads from these rebellious little creatures. they’ve come to life and turned against me! they’re standing all around me now, like a swarm of mini perverts, proud of their work. i writhe and squirm, groaning through the gag, trying to break free — but they’ve wrapped me up tight. every time i move, i feel their tiny hands on me… mocking me. the once-powerful brat is now just another toy for them. and the worst part? they’re not done with me yet.