Nick walked into the living room with his tiny wife.
"Our cable isn't on yet, but we can watch a movie - what would you like to watch?"
"How about something scary? I feel more than ever like you could protect me right now, so I'd feel safe watching anything," Heather said.
Nicked popped in a zombie flick and went to the couch with his wife. She was nude, so he decided to join in the festivities. Nick took his clothes off, and Heather giggled. He half sat/half laid on the couch, and sat his wife on his little beer belly, her head leaning on the tuft of hair on his chest. Nick grabbed his pack of Newports and lit one up.
"Nick, you know I hate it when you smoke inside!" Heather exclaimed, turning around just in time to see Nick blowing a torrent of smoke on her little body. Heather coughed a little, shocked at how big of a turd her husband was being. Before she could react, Nick blew smoke on her again.
"Heather, honey, you know I like smoking. And at your size, I don't think you can argue with me!"
Heather wasn't sure if Nick was joking, or being serious, but before she had too much time to think about it he once more blew smoke on her tiny body. Heather began to tingle.
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