"Husband?" he said in disbelief staring at the photo on the wall. Reality had changed again.

Every memory of their life together seemed to evaporate before his eyes, replaced by images of her sister, Jess.

Tom stared at Jess, struggling to find the words to express his confusion and rage. But as he looked into her eyes, filled with both malice and lust, he knew that resistance was futile.

"Tommy, what's wrong?" asked Jess as she looked at the confused face of her husband, to her, he had always been her husband. 

Tom stammered, trying to find words to process the situation he had found himself in.

“Jess can I tell you something?...”

Jess's laughter pierced Tom's eardrums like a thousand tiny needles. He had just tried to explain his predicament, and the reality of the situation threatened to overwhelm him.

"Oh my god, Tom," Jess giggled, holding her stomach as she tried to contain her amusement. "You're hilarious."

But Tom wasn't joking. He stared up at Jess, pleading with his eyes for her to understand.

But comprehension was beyond her capability, wither her memories of him, or what was left of them, had been tainted.

"I mean it, Jess" Tom said, his voice shaky. "I was never meant to be your husband. This isn't right!"

But Jess was already stripping off her nightgown, seemingly unfazed by Tom's outburst. She crawled back onto the bed, her body casting a long shadow across Tom's petrified form.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, attempting to scramble backwards away from Jess.

"What does it look like, Tom?" Jess purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She was stroking her breast, teasing Tom with every movement. "I'm going to ride you like a toy soldier."

Tom swallowed hard, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation. He knew that he was no match for Jess, that she could easily crush him if she wanted to.

But he also knew that there was no point in resisting her, that he was stuck in this situation for the foreseeable future.

So, with a resigned sigh, Tom allowed Jess to crawl above him, her massive breasts hovering over his tiny frame like a pair of heavy weights. He watched as she positioned herself above him, her wet pussy hovering above his face.

"I've always loved that I have a little toy like you, Tom," Jess purred, her voice dripping with lust.

She reached down and grabbed Tom with 2 fingers by his ankle, yanking him down under her until his head was directly beneath her spread legs.

There he lay, tiny on the bed, with Jess on her knees straddling him, her pussy out of reach. 

"Touch yourself, Tom," Jess demanded, her voice growing louder with every word. She reached on hand down and started to touch her clit, her other hand gravitating towards her heavy breast.

She played and pinched her nipple as she looked down at Tom with hunger in her eyes.

"Do you want a taste, little man?" She taunted, continuing to pleasure herself.

Tom knew better than to refuse her. He couldn't help but admire her body as she took over his view, confident and demanding.

Jess pushed her middle finger inside herself, and when she pulled it out it was slick and glistening with her wetness, she reached down and allowed her wetness to drip into John's crotch, she then smeared some along his chest and face.

"There my husband, some lube for you, and something to taste to get you going" 

Jess laughed as she continued playing with her pussy.

His face was a deep shade of red, feeling embarrassed and helpless as he looked up at Jess, his erection still present against his will.

"Now stop ignoring your own needs, and start touching yourself" Jess demanded, still playing with her pussy.

Tom hesitated at first, but after a few moments, he surrendered to the pleasure. He reached down and began to stroke his tiny erection, it was thoughtful to give him some "lube", but did she need to give so much? 

He was acutely aware of the contrast between his small size and Jess's massive form. Jess lowered herself closer to him, slowly parting her labia to give Tom a better view. The scent of her sex overwhelmed him, and his mind raced with nerves and excitement.

"That's a good boy, Tom," Jess groaned, her voice filled with pleasure. "Touch yourself for me. I want to see you come undone."

Tom continued to masturbate as Jess slowly approached her climax, her moans growing louder and more frequent.

He watched as her body tensed with pleasure, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit.

"Oh fuck, Tom! I'm gonna cum!" she shouted, her voice shaking with desire.

Tom could only stare up at her in amazement as she reached her peak, her wetness pouring out of her pussy and onto his body. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and he still couldn't believe that this was his life now.

But Jess wasn't finished with him yet.

She climbed off the bed and stood tall over Tom, her wet sex still dripping on the floor.

She got on her knees and brought her face closer to the tiny man still stroking his cock, he was absolutely soaked from her orgasm. 

"I want to see you cum for me, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with desire.

She leaned ever closer gently, whispering, "Cum for me, tiny Tom. I want to see it."

She smiled as she watched the form of her tiny man desperately stroking his cock hard and fast, he didn't seem to be making any progress, and after about 2 minutes of him touching his cock, she was starting to become annoyed.

"Well? Are you going to cum?" 

Jess asked, impatiently. She had never seen her man struggle to ejaculate before and it puzzled her.

"Fuck, I don't know," Tom replied, frustration creeping into his voice. His cock was starting to become more flaccid, as the huge form of Jess watched him closely. 

"Jess, I'm trying," Tom exclaimed, exasperated. "I can't just will myself to cum!"

Jess shrugged, her massive form towering over him. "Then I guess you won't be getting any release tonight."

Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Fine," Tom gritted through his teeth. "If that's how you want to play it."

Jess smirked, standing up from her kneeling position.

Tom's frustration turned to anger as he watched Jess saunter away to the bathroom. "Fuck this," he muttered, determined to cum. 

He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of his own touch. He imagined Jane, remembering her body, how she was, back when he was normal. 

He envisioned her naked and writhing underneath him, clutching at his back and begging him for more. He imagined her tongue on his neck, his chest, his cock.

Tom's hand moved faster and faster over his tiny dick, the image of Jane fuelling him on. He gritted his teeth, focusing on the feeling.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't climax.

His mind was still clouded with confusion and frustration, and no matter how hard he focused, he just couldn't get there.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he gave up in disgust and frustration. He pulled his hand away from his cock and stared up at Jess, who had been watching him with amusement for the last couple of minutes. 

"What's the matter, little man?" Jess taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Can't get it up for your wife?"

Tom clenched his fists in frustration. "Fuck you, Jess," he seethed. "I don't need this shit from you."

Jess laughed, her massive breasts jiggling with mirth, "Oh, poor little Tom," she cooed. "Can't even satisfy your own wife."

Tom's anger boiled over. "Shut the fuck up, Jess," he shouted, his tiny fists pounding impotently against the bed. 

"You have no idea what it's like for me."

Tom shot back, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. "Being small and helpless, relying on people for everything. It's fucking miserable."

Jess sneered down at him, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Poor Tom. Always so dramatic. You're just lucky to have me as your wife, taking care of you like this."

Tom couldn't take it anymore. He lashed out, throwing up a middle finger at her,

"Oh, you're going to pay for that," she laughed, reaching down to grab him.

Before he knew it, Tom was being lifted up in the air, dangling from Jess's index finger and thumb by his ankle.

"Please, stop!" Tom yelled, vainly trying to pry her fingers open.

Jess laughed, bringing him closer to her face, inspecting him like a piece of jewellery.

"Why couldn't you cum? You could just imagine yourself normal size." Jess scoffed

as she tossed Tom back onto the bed. "It's hilarious, you? Normal size?"

Tom lay on his back, panting and exhausted, staring up at the giantess standing over him.

"Please, Jess," Tom pleaded. “I can't keep living like this."

Tom finally confessed, tears streaming down his face. "I'm not supposed to be this small. I have a life, a wife. This isn't right." "Wife? Who? Jane? Please not this shit again." 

Jess sighed, rolling her eyes at Tom's weak protests.

"Come on, Tom. You like being Tiny, you confessed it to me years ago" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Besides, it's not like you have any other options, you should be grateful that I'm even willing to let you touch me."

Tom clenched his fists in frustration, tears of anger and helplessness streaming down his face.

"Please, Jess. I can't do this anymore," he pleaded.

"I want to go home."

But Jess only scoffed. "Home? This is your home." 

Tom's heart sank. He knew there was no way out of this situation. He was utterly powerless, and Jess knew it.

"Please, Jess," he begged. "I can't take this anymore. I won't survive much longer at this size."

Jess shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. "Tom, what the fuck, you have always been tiny, a medical miracle, you have seen Godzilla sized people all your life... Enjoyed car sized tits and basketball sized clits, and now all of a sudden you are freaking out about being small?" 

Jess asked, exasperated.

"That's bullshit, I was never this small" Tom shouted, tears streaming down his face. "This isn't right. This isn't real!"

Jess rolled her eyes. "Fine, you want to be big? Must I start treating you like a normal big man?"

Jess huffed, annoyed at Tom's persistence.

"Fuck, yes! Please!" Tom pleaded, desperation thick in his voice. "I don't want to be tiny forever. I want to go back to my real life."

Jess sighed and rolled her eyes, but the cruel smile on her face told Tom she was enjoying this power dynamic.

"Fine, I'll play along," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She crawled back onto the bed, her massive body hovering over Tom like a terrifying beast. "Now, I want you to make love to me like a real man.

Don't hold back, Tom. I know you've been fantasizing about this for years."

Jess's eyes glinted with cruel amusement as lay on her side of the bed on her back next to Tom. 

She reached down to touch herself briefly and presented her wet fingers to Tom.

"See what you do to me" Jess taunted, hooking her index finger under his chin and pressing her fingers moist with her wetness against his lips.

"You've always been so good at that" Jess purred, wrapping her fingers around Tom's tiny cock and stroking it slowly, teasing it to full erection.

Tom gasped as Jess increased the pressure, his body responding instinctively to her touch.

"Are you ready for me, Tom?" Jess whispered, her voice dripping with lust and sarcasm. 

But Tom hesitated, suddenly overwhelmed by the situation.

He knew that he was supposed to be a full-grown man, not this tiny helpless creature being toyed with by his new wife. 

"What's the matter, Tom?" Jess asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "Don't you want to make love to me?"

"Your cock is soooo big, she said slowly, in a fake porn star voice as her thumb and finger slowly masturbated his miniscule cock. 

She looked down at him with mockery and amusement clear on her face, the contrast between them as stark as ever.

The room was hot and humid, the air heavy with the evidence of their sweat and sexual tension. Tom's small body lay flush against the bed, his tiny hands balled into fists as Jess explored his body with the finesse of a predator stalking its prey. The sheets beneath him were damp with sweat, sticking to his skin like a second layer of clothing.

Jess's fingers slowed down their pace.

She could sense Tom's hesitation, his fear clawing its way to the surface. She tightened her grip around him, and grinned wickedly.

"Jess," Tom panted, his voice trembling. "I don't think I can do this."

She bent forward and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "But you have wanted this for years, haven't you, Tom?"

She watched as his chest rose and fell, his body betraying his thoughts.

"Your deepest, darkest fantasies... To be bigger? To be our size.”

Jess purred in his ear.

Tom felt a shiver run down his spine as she spoke, as if his very soul was being awakened.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice almost a whisper.

"Yes, I have."

What did I just say? Tom thought, his mind clouded with desire.

Jess's lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Tom's mind raced, his thoughts a swirling mess of fear, doubt, and desire. He couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe that he was here, on the bed with Jess, his tiny cock in her finger grip. He wanted to feel big again, truly... And Jess thought this was a secret fantasy of his.

"Say it, Tom," Jess demanded, her voice a low growl. "Say you want to be my size, and make love to me."

Tom hesitated for a moment, knowing that what he was about to say would change everything. But then, with a deep breath, he whispered, "Yes, I want to be your size, Jess. I want to make love to you."

Jess's wicked grin widened as she felt Tom's cock twitch in between her fingers.

"That's my big man" her voice full of sarcasm. 

Jess released her grip on Tom's cock, causing it to bounce back against his stomach with a soft slap.

She looked down at him with a challenging gaze, daring him to prove himself.

"Alright, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. "Let's see what you've got, fuck me from behind" Jess all of a sudden turned over onto all fours, her ass rocketing skyward, way out of his reach. 

She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. Are you coming or what, Tom?" she sneered.

Tom hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He felt small, insignificant, and humiliated. He didn't know if he could go through with this, his efforts would be futile. 

"I'm ready for you big guy, go easy on me" Jess teased.

Tom took a deep breath and steadied himself. He was determined to prove himself to her, to show that he was still a man, even if he was only four inches tall. He stood up on the bed, "could you, um, lie on your back for me Jess?" 

Tom asked, his voice trembling with nerves.

Jess smirked and rolled over, presenting him with her massive body. "Of course, darling. I'm all yours."

Tom gulped and took a deep breath before walking around her feet in between her legs, it took him a minute to arrive at her entrance. He settled himself between her thighs, feeling the heat of her body enveloping him. He looked up at her, her breasts blocking her huge face. 

He closed the distance to her huge vagina, he could feel the heat emanating from her entrance.

He hesitated for a moment but then started to push inside her. He groaned as he felt her warmth enveloping him, making him forget for a moment that he was tiny. He started to thrust inside her, slow at first but soon picked up speed. He looked down, mesmerized by the sight of his tiny cock disappearing into her pussy again and again.

She gasped when she felt him, and Tom was surprised.

"Fuck me harder, Tom," Jess commanded, her voice dripping with lust. "I want to feel every inch of you."

Tom obliged, increasing his tempo as he fucked her massive pussy.

He reached out and grabbed onto her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Jess moaned with pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

"Don't stop, Tom!" she shouted, her voice raw with ecstasy. "Fuck me harder!"

Holy shit! This was working Tom thought to himself.

Tom's tiny body was slick with sweat as he pounded into Jess, his muscles straining with the effort. He felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he prepared to release his load inside her.

But just as he was about to cum, Jess pushed him away with a finger, a roar of laughter came from behind her huge breasts as he landed on the bed on his butt. 

"What the fuck, Jess?" Tom shouted, looking up at her shock from in between her legs. 

Jess was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Tom. I just couldn't resist," she said between laughs.

Tom's tiny dick was still hard, but his orgasm had passed. He was panting and out of breath, his body trembling with exhaustion.

"What the hell was that, Jess?" Tom demanded, his voice shaking with anger. "That was going great. Even you were enjoying yourself" 

Jess gasped, trying to calm down her laughter.

Tom lay beneath her, still panting from his exertions. He looked up at her with a mixture of anger and humiliation.

"What the fuck, Jess?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do that?"

"Tom, I couldn't feel you at all... Well, until you grabbed my clit, but even that was so weak" 

"Even then, it was just a tease, Tom," Jess giggled, still not fully composed from her laughter attack. "I'm sorry if I got your hopes up, but I just can't feel your tiny dick inside me.

"Fuck, Jess," he muttered, panting and exhausted from his feeble attempts at fucking her. "I can't believe this."

Jess sighed and sat up, her massive body blocking out the light. "Tom," she said, her voice softening a little.

"It's not that I don't want to feel you, I do. I just... I can't."

Tom's heart sank. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a way for them to make this work. But now, it seemed like there was no way out.

"Can't we try something else?" Tom asked, desperation creeping into his voice.

Jess looked down at him, her expression softening a little.

"What do you mean, Tom?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Tom took a deep breath before responding. "I mean, can't we try something else?" "Like, you know, oral sex?"

Jess's eyes widened in surprise. "Oral sex?" she repeated, her voice filled with shock. "You want me to...?"

Tom nodded, feeling more and more nervous with each passing moment. "Yes," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

"I want you to suck my cock."

Jess's eyes glinted with amusement. "Are you sure about that, Tom?" she asked, a wicked smile twisting her lips.

"I mean, I'm more used to being the one in charge, but if that's what you really want..."

She trailed off suggestively, her voice filled with intrigue.

Tom gulped. He had never seen this side of Jess before, and it was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

"Yes," Tom said, his voice shaking slightly. "I want you to do that for me."

Jess smiled mischievously and crawled towards him, her massive breasts hanging above his tiny form.

"Alright," she said, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. "Tell me to do it big guy…Make me do it"

When he was big, he used to be the dominant one, but it felt so out of reach at this size, "S-Suck my cock b-bitch" he choked out, trying to sound dominant. 

Jess laughed again, but this time, it wasn't the cruel laughed he had grown accustomed to. It was the laugh of someone who had won a prize, someone who had been given what they wanted.

She took his tiny cock into her mouth, her teeth scraping him, and started to suck.

At first, it was the weirdest feeling, he could feel strong wind from her nostrils on him, he could feel her tongue swirling around his head, her spit forming tiny droplets that cascaded down her mouth and onto his hips.

The contrast in size between her mouth and his cock was dizzying, it made him feel so small and powerless. And yet, at the same time, there was something incredibly arousing about it. He could feel her lips enveloping him, feel her tongue flicking against his sensitive tip.

He let out a moan as he felt her tongue teasing his delicate balls.

It felt so good, so much better than he could have ever imagined. And despite his earlier frustration, he could feel his orgasm building again.

But Jess had other ideas.

She stopped sucking his tiny cock and pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"You should slap me Tom, while I suck your dick, show me who is boss" said Jess with a wicked grin. She went back to sucking his tiny cock in between her lips, 

Tom hesitated for a moment before raising his tiny hand and delivering a light slap against her cheek. Jess didn't seem to notice or care, she just kept bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her lips sealed tight around him, creating an intense suction.

Tom couldn't believe what was happening, he was getting sucked off by this giantess, and he couldn't help but enjoy every second of it. He reached tried to slap her cheek again, the faint slap on her cheek barely registering to her. 

He closed his eyes, trying to immerse himself in the moment and forget the reality of the situation.

"Harder" she said. 

Tom hesitated for a moment before raising his tiny hand and delivering a harder slap against her cheek. Jess nodded, urging him to continue.

Tom couldn't believe what was happening, he was striking a woman, albeit a giant one, but still a woman, while she performed oral sex on him. It was a strange and intoxicating mix of power and helplessness, of control and submission.

Jess moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She reached down and grabbed onto his tiny hips with her fingers, pulling him deeper into her mouth.

"Harder" she said as she pulled off of his cock for a second. 

Tom raised his tiny hand and slapped her face again, no longer holding back. Jess giggled.

"I can barely feel you, surely you can hit harder" 

she teased, her tongue swirling around his tiny cock, her lips tight around him.

Tom obliged, slapping her cheek harder, the sound of his tiny hand against her skin echoing in the bedroom.

Jess chuckled again she looked up at him with mischievous eyes.

"Punch me, use your fist, so I can at least feel it" She said to him. 

Tom hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should follow through with her request. But the look in her eyes, the hunger and the excitement, was too much to ignore.

So, Tom did as he was told. He clenched his tiny fist and let it fly, delivering a swift punch to her cheek. His hand stung, it was like punching a wall covered in leather.

Jess grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desire. "Again, Tom. Harder."

Tom's tiny fist connected with Jess's flesh again, he could feel her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming. His legs trembled as she continued to suck him off, her fingers digging into his hips.

"Harder, Tom. Show me who's boss."

Tom clenched his fist and punched her again, harder this time. His tiny feeble punches had no effect on her, it felt like a light tap on her cheek from a fingertip. 

Jess tilted her head to one side with every punch, encouraging him to hit her harder. Tom's arm struggled with the impact, his fists making a hollow and pitiful sound against her cheek. His mind was reeling, the situation was staggering and surreal, but the relentless pleasure from her mouth was enough to make him forget for a moment that he was a captive in this world that had flipped upside down.

Tom's mind was in a whirlwind of emotion and contradiction as he continued to strike her cheek.

It was a strange mix of humiliation, pain, and arousal that he couldn't make sense of. But the pleasure from Jess's mouth was undeniable, and he found himself getting lost in it, allowing himself to be consumed by the intense sensations that were coursing through his body.

Tom groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as he felt his orgasm building. He was so close, so unbelievably close. He could feel himself tensing up, his legs trembling as he felt his balls tightening in anticipation.

But then, just as he was about to cum, Jess pulled her lips off of him.

Tom looked at her in shock, his mind reeling with confusion. he exclaimed, gasping for breath.

he shouted. "Why did you stop?"

Tom demanded, his voice thick with lust and frustration.

Jess grinned wickedly at him. "I wanted to see your face when you came," she said. "But its really hard to suck this little thing and look down at your face at the same time.

Tom gritted his teeth, his mind racing with anger and humiliation. "Just let me go, I’m leaving Jess," he said. "I can't do this anymore."

Jess laughed. "Let you go? Where would you go, Tom? You're four inches tall... "Four fucking inches"

Jess emphasized. "You can't even reach my pussy, or punch me, or hurt me, or fuck me." She ran a finger down her slick folds, then held it up so Tom could see the glistening moisture. "And I'm already ready for another round."

Tom's shame and frustration boiled over. "Fuck you!" he shouted, clenching his tiny fists in impotent rage.

"You already tried" 

Jess retorted, her voice dripping with amusement.

"I'm done playing. I'm done being your toy, your plaything. I deserve better than this."

Jess's grin faded, replaced by a look of confusion. "What are you talking about, Tom?" she asked. Tom looked up at her, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm talking about the fact that I'm a man, Jess. Not a fucking action figure for you to flick around the room."

Jess shook her head, her eyes wide with shock.

"A man?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... you're four inches tall, Tom."

"Yes, Jess," Tom said. "But I'm still a man. I have feelings and desires just like you. And I deserve to be treated with respect and dignity."

Jess looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she sighed and lay back on the bed, her breasts heaving with the effort.

Tom stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.

His chest heaved as he stared at Jess, her massive body sprawled out on the bed.

Jess looked back at him, her expression softening. "Tom, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Tom scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "Really, Jess?" he spat. "You didn't mean to hurt me? That's why you spent the last hour teasing me and humiliating me?"

"Tom, this has never been an issue for you our whole marriage, now all of a sudden you start talking nonsense about being bigger, have you lost it?" Jess retorted, frustrated.

Tom sighed, running a small hand through his hair. He had to make her understand.

He looked up at Jess, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Jess, I was normal-sized just the other day."

Jess looked at him frustrated., "This size fantasy about being bigger won't ever happen Tom, You are tiny, accept it and just get over it already!" she reached over and plucked Tom up by his waist and put him on the floor of their bedroom roughly. 

He winced as he hit the hardwood but stood back up, Tom looked up at her billboard sized face looking down at him. 

"You don't understand, Jess. I swear to you, I was normal-sized. "

"Please, Tom. You want me to believe that you were suddenly shrunk to four inches tall? That's ridiculous." Jess retorted, her voice filled with impatience and amusement.

Tom took a deep breath before continuing. "It sounds ridiculous, I know. But it's the truth. I don't know how it happened, but somehow, I've been shrunk to this size." He gestured to his small body for emphasis.

"Look at me! I'm four inches tall! I can't even reach your knee, let alone fuck you! Don't you think that's a little strange?"

Jess stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable.

Then she laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down Tom's spine.

"Fine, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I believe you. I believe that you were suddenly shrunk to four inches tall. And now you're stuck like this forever.

You'll never be able to fuck me properly again, or anyone for that matter."

Tom felt a surge of anger and despair wash over him at her words. "Fuck you, Jess," he spat. "You think this is funny? You think it's a joke that I've been shrunk to this size? That I can't even do the one thing that a man is supposed to do?"

Jess shrugged, her massive breasts bouncing with the movement. "I don't know, Tom. I can't relate to what you're going through.

Jess lay back in the bed, disappearing from his view, "Goodnight Tom" 

she called as she turned off the light.

Tom stood in the dark, his mind reeling from the events of the night. He looked down at his tiny body, the reality of his situation sinking in.

He thought about Jane, his wife, the woman he loved. He wondered where she was, if she cared for him, or if she even remembered him at all.

The thought made his heart ache.

He remembered their last night together, lying in bed after making love. They had talked about their future, their plans, and their dreams. Tom had smiled as he wrapped his arms around Jane, feeling content and happy.

But now, everything had changed. He was four inches tall, and Jane was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was trapped in a world where everything was larger than life, and he was at the mercy of his new wife, Jess.

An image of Jane stick in his head, naked... And his size. He realized he was still hard. 

His tiny cock was aching with need, his balls were tight and sensitive. He was surrounded by darkness, the only light was the one from the city, shining through the window and casting an eerie glow.

His hand travelled down his stomach and wrapped itself around his cock. He groaned as he felt the warmth of his own touch, the sensation was intense and overwhelming.

It was a small comfort in the midst of all the chaos, the only thing he could do in his current state.

His fingers moved up and down his shaft, the friction making his pleasure build. He closed his eyes, imagining that it was Jane's hand on him, Jane's touch that was sending him spiralling towards orgasm.

He remembered the way she used to touch him, her fingers soft and gentle as they explored his body.

He imagined the feeling of her lips on his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, her moans of pleasure as he thrust into her mouth.

His hand quickened its pace, his hips bucking as he pictured Jane's perfect body beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove himself deep inside her. He could almost hear her moans, the way she used to call out his name as they made love.

He moaned as he felt his orgasm building, the pleasure coursing through his veins like a drug.

He squeezed his eyes shut, imagining that it was Jane who was bringing him to the brink of ecstasy, pleasure overwhelmed him, his body shuddering as he came harder than he had in a long time. He gasped as he felt his seed spill from his tiny cock, leaving him spent and satisfied.

He opened his eyes, the haze of pleasure slowly beginning to clear from his mind.

The image of Jane's face was burned into his memory, a haunting reminder of what he had lost. He felt a deep sense of guilt and sorrow wash over him. How could he betray the woman he loved like this? Even if it was just in his mind.

He wiped the sticky remnants of his orgasm from his cock and looked around the room. The darkness had swallowed everything, leaving him alone in the silence.