Revenge of the Nerd - Tiny Ex

Revenge of the Nerd: Tiny's Ex Gets His Due

A Giantess Fetish Story

The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the walls. A single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, revealing a man bound to a chair. His heart raced as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness - it was Tiny, his ex-girlfriend. She towered over him, her presence both intimidating and arousing. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of anger and desire as she approached him slowly, her stilettos clicking against the floor. "You've really done it this time, haven't you?" she purred, her voice low and menacing. The man trembled in fear, his mind racing to recall what he had done to deserve this. Tiny reached down and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up until their faces were level. "You thought you could just walk away from me, didn't you?" she growled, her breath hot against his face. As if in response to her words, the room began to shake. The chair rattled violently, threatening to topple over. The man looked around in terror, realizing that he was no longer in control of the situation. Tiny chuckled darkly, a sinister smile spreading across her face. "Don't worry," she reassured him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not going to hurt you... yet." With that, she released him and stepped back, allowing him to fall back into the chair. The room stabilized, but the man couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. Tiny walked over to a nearby table, her hulking figure casting a long shadow over him. On the table were various items - a bottle of nail polish, a brush, and a box of Q-tips. The man's heart sank as he realized what was about to happen. "You're going to pay for what you've done," Tiny announced coldly, her voice echoing through the room. She picked up the bottle of nail polish and held it up to the light, admiring the color. "And I think this shade is perfect for the occasion." With that, she began to paint her nails, taking her time and savoring the moment. The man watched in horror as his fate unfolded before him. As Tiny finished painting her nails, she stood up and walked back over to him. She towered over him once again, her massive breasts practically spilling out of her top. The man couldn't help but feel both aroused and terrified. "It's time to get started," she said, her voice cold and emotionless. With that, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close. The rest of the night was a blur for the man. He felt Tiny's warm breath on his skin as she used the Q-tips to clean under her nails. He shuddered as she ran the brush through her hair, collecting stray strands. And he trembled in fear as she leaned down and whispered dirty little secrets in his ear. It was a night he would never forget - a night of revenge, humiliation, and unexpected pleasure.