My purse pet Peter called me again last night. He’d been watching his favorite movie again, The Incredible Shrinking Man. He wants so badly to be three inches high and live in my purse, my pockets and in the hollow of my bra between my breasts. He’s a silly little man, but not nearly little enough for his liking. He longs to travel along on my shoulder and be my little man. Peter has an interest in giantess fetish, where a man wants to be very tiny and have the giant lady of his dreams tend to him like a little doll.

He still has sexual desires though, and wants to rub my clit with both of his hands, it would be bigger than his hands if he was only 3 inches high. I told Peter I have a log cabin doll house I made from a hit years ago that would be just perfect for him to reside in if he came and lived with me. It has little furniture in it too he could use. I could set it up on the dresser in my bedroom, so he’d be close by to me when I’m in there. The cats would give him a hard time and want to play with him I’d imagine!

He calls up for giantess phone sex a couple of times a months for a few years now and he never tires of being my little man. Once in a while he likes to pretend he doesn’t shrink, but that I grow, so he’s normal man size, but I get to be 50 feet tall and he’s still very tiny in comparison to me. He is very aroused and invested in this fantasy. I say, but Peter, if you were that much smaller than me, how could we fuck, what could I do with your little penis? He’s all about serving me though, only wants to give me pleasure, not a worry for his own. He saw that Shrinking Man movie when he was a kid and it’s left such an effect on him, and indeed nearly all the men I’ve talked to with this fetish, it’s strange a movie from the 1950’s had such an effect on ones with this fetish, I often wonder how many men got into this fetish from seeing that movie, I’ll never know I guess.