Alexis looked at herself in the mirror. Her purple dress sparkled, and she was pleased with her visible belly outline. She loved being a bbw. Her makeup was on point. She took a Virginia Slim and placed it between her bright red lips and lit it. She loved watching the creamy white smoke flow out of her lips. She was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed.
Alexis still very much lived her day to day life as Alex. No one knew she was a shemale. She indulged her desire to be a woman by posting videos to YouTube.
Alexis looked out the peephole. No one.
“Weird,” she said. She cracked the door and looked outside, and found a plain white box with a small card attached. She brought the box in and sat it on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch. She read the card aloud.
“Dear Alexis,
You posted a video on YouTube a while ago of you looking down at the camera smoking.”
Alexis remembered the video, “giantess smoking asmr.” She continued reading.
“I wanted to make it possible for you to make a more realistic smoking giantess video for everyone to enjoy. So I’m volunteering my services to help.
Thanks for the great videos,
Mike”
“Volunteering his services?” She said aloud. “Maybe he edits videos?”
Alexis placed her cigarette between her lips and let it dangle. She pulled the lid off of the box and sat it aside. She removed a piece of white tissue paper and saw what appeared to be an inch tall toy figurine, like used in model train sets.
“Maybe he wants me to blow smoke on this toy…” she said, her cigarette bouncing up and down in her lips.
Alexis was caught off guard when the toy moved, and waved up at her.
“Hi Alexis!” The small figure said. “I’m Mike!”
“Holy shit…” she said. “Are- are you real?”
“Yup! I created this shrinking technology to indulge in my own fantasies. And when I saw your video I just had to collaborate with you.”
Alexis couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A tiny man wanted to be in videos with her. She’d uploaded some giantess/shrinking stuff, but it was always just point of view type stuff.
Alexis took a drag off of her cigarette and leaned forward, her face just over the box, and blew a thick cloud in on Mike. She could hear his tiny coughs.
“Mmm, those little coughs. I don’t know if you can handle my smoke,” Alexis giggled. She felt an overwhelming sense of power. She reached in the box and easily picked up the tiny man between her thumb and forefinger, admiring her red stiletto nails in the process.
She brought Mike close to her face. He was young and athletic. Clean shaven and cute.
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