3D Porn Comic: Dwindling Iva - Collectable

The air was thin. Tiny slits in the case allowed the shrunken woman to breathe, but they weren't nearly tiny enough for Maisie to escape through.

Her palms pounded against the surface, her reduced strength unable to shift the heavy prison - perhaps that was a boon, precariously placed as she was.

"Look at me! Let me out! Right now!" Her hair, a wig, flailed as she struggled. Her breath fogging the class. The sound of her impotent rage echoing within her enclosure - her anger always simmering as her new status was clearly labelled...

Beyond her prison, the world was seemingly enormous, a nightmarish landscape bathed in pink and purple hues. The towering bookshelf, the plush furniture, the pastel wallpaper—it all loomed enormous, infantilizing. And then there was her.

The young woman crouched in front of the case, hands on her knees, seemingly uninterested and unmoved by the muffled shouts - idly perusing her headphones for another long session of video games. The stranger exuded a kind of lazy dominance, and the way Maisie was being ignored only made the trapped woman feel like more like the toy the giant woman insisted she was.

At last, the woman in the black top and red leggings sighed, not looking at her captive. "Would you keep it down? I'm trying to think. Toys aren't fussy, remember?" Her voice flat and bored.

Maisie’s fists clenched at her sides, and she was half tempted to remove this ridiculous attire she had been forced into. The silky ribbons, the short skirt, the white buttons running down the bodice—it was all part of the humiliation. "Why did you do this to me?!" Maisie roared. She had learned the hard way not to remove her unique attire and wig hours earlier...

The girl—her captor—sighed as if the answer was obvious. "You're a rare find, duh. Sper rare. Particularly in that outfit. Can probably make a pretty penny for you eventually - even if you aren't in your original packaging." She said, smirking. The giant woman lifted a set of headphones, still not looking at the furious woman.

Maisie glared, pressing her back against the glass as if she could push through by sheer will alone. She had left her hotel, turned a corner, there was a flash, and she woke up in here.

The girl tilted her head. "You’ll adjust. Try some fun poses. I'm looking to expand my collection anyway - you'll have to set an example." She straightened, turning back toward the bookshelf and heading towards her chair, uncapping a bottle of soda.

Maisie’s stomach dropped, her gaze narrowing on her captor as she nestled in for whatever game she was playing. "When I get out of here..."

The woman had already gotten comfortable, completely unaware of Maisie's threat, and the furious woman-turned-collector's item was left with the taunting silence of her glass cage.

The shrunken woman took a seat, her chin in her hands, as she steadied her rage and tried to think of a way out of this insane mess...

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