https://pornfaze.com/sites/the-alison-miller/ Wed 27 May 2026 05:45:46 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7193248/stripping-and-duck-deflation-only-duck-2-whole-duck/
Duck deflation multi-part release description: we all know what happens once i've fully had my fun with my inflatables. yep, you guessed it! it's time to deflate them. i have 2 ducks that i already got to make several sexy fun-time videos with and my plan is to get progressively more naked as i deflate them. this video is dedicated towards deflating the second of the two duckies, which happens to be the newer out of the two, and has a lot more compartments.   this video's description: already topless from deflating duck 1, i sit down on duck 2 (much like i did with the first one), and start with the popping the tail spout open. i mostly utilize my feet to press out the air in this positions, while minimally assisting with my hands. i then flip to sit the opposite direction and unplug the spout for the body, letting my weight slowly ride it down (also much like i did for the first one) for a little while, until i decide to pause and deflate the head first, so i can get better access to the body.   adjusting my position to stand with my ass facing out, i pop the head spout, but not before slipping off my panties. i mean, it's about time, right? i wrap my torso around the duck's head and squeeze with the spout pointed your way and gushing air out at you. as the head loses its volume, (again, like with duck 1) i stick the duck's bill right into my crotch and continue to squeeze, while pressing my tits down on top of it. once i'm finally satisfied with the deflation of the head, i plop back down on the duck's back and pop the spouts for both of the wings.   i test out a couple of positions to see what works best to deflate compartments that are on opposing sides of the duck's body. eventually, i land on needing to deflate one wing at a time, but not before you get some seductively nude positions, which includes me stretched out sideways to lay across both the wings and the body. the delicious poses continue with my knees planted on the ground and my torso resting belly-down across the body and wings. i do this in both directions to help me first deflate the right side wing, followed with deflating the left side wing. i then use my body to crunch out any remaining air, while occasionally rocking myself back and forth to pump out every last bit -- and don't forget some ass jiggling while it's up in the air because that totally works!   now that i have better access to the main body compartment because the others have been deflated, i decide it's time to finish up with its deflation. i've found the easiest way to do this is with my own body weight, so i sit my phat booty down once again. i prop my feet up on the front so i can use all of my full body weight for deflating the duck as far as i can in this position. i follow this with laying fully across it and oscillating forwards and backwards, while squeezing down with my torso, arms, and legs to deflate it even further.   i finish up by kneeling directly on top of the areas still containing air, and firmly pressing down until i have a perfectly deflated inflatable. with a job well done, and like i did with the first duck, i lay out duck 2 to show off my perfectly perfect work.   this video is a part of a 4-day release. 3 days ago, i released a video where i was deflating only duck 1. 2 days ago, i released part 1 of this video where i'm deflating only duck 2. yesterday, i released part 2 of this video where i'm deflating only duck 2. today, i am releasing this video, which is the entire version of me deflating only duck 2, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. it has been somewhat discounted for your patience! tomorrow, i will release the whole video, which includes deflation of both ducks. this will be further discounted for your further patience. ]]> Mon 05 May 2025 09:40:47 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7193248/stripping-and-duck-deflation-only-duck-2-whole-duck/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7628153/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-whole-video-version-2/
************************************************** -your role as my personal fart muffler- **************************************************   now that i've wrapped up my live stream, it's time to have some fun with my personal fart filter. "i don't know what dumb trick you fell for to get you into this mess, but it's too late.", i murmur, "you're all mine now!", and i lean far over, hold the itty bitty man up to my spandex-clad ass to honk a saturating fart over all of him. i stand from the couch and, once again, i press his face right into my butt crack, before blasting him with another ripply butt burp. "whew, you just know it's going to be bad once you're in there (aka in my pants).", i laugh, while pinching my nose and wafting the air again, "and you will be going in there because, recently, you've been failing me, which is unacceptable, and puts you in need of some serious training!". i shake out another miasmic fart to bathe my new booty thunder slave with, and maliciously croon, "your training starts now!"   i shove him down the back of my pants and deep between my cheeks in preparation for the barrage of oncoming gas. i alternate through standing and bent over positions to help aid in delivering the most bootylicious-looking of anal-exhales. i giggle at the sensation of him squirming down there, but my giddiness is soon interrupted when my nose wrinkles at the repugnant bouquet that drifts up to my face, and i have to pinch my nose and flutter away the air with my other hand. "ew, yuck!", i gasp, and in an irritated tone, i assert, "you're getting dangerously close to being on thin ice. there's going to be grave consequences if you don't start putting more effort into your new role.", and retrieving him from his snug booty-home, i bring him up close to my face. "is there a reason you're not sniffing up my gas correctly?", i question almost angrily, "we've been over this! i paid good money for you to not be productive like this. it's really not that hard. i shouldn't be smelling anything! that's what you're for!". i push him against my spandex again, rip a malodorous ripper, and sternly order, "here. practice! sniff them up completely as if it's your oxygen."   "oh, and stop crying!", i snap, "the last thing i will not tolerate is you crying!", and satisfied with my warnings, i proceed to mockingly talk about all the great stuff i get to eat so i can achieve peak gassiness. i also decide to share a story about the first fart muffler i ordered from a tiny embrace, in hopes it'll help sufficiently get my point to really stick. it has to do with how my brutal gas completely obliterated the muffler, melting away his skin and scattering his remains in such an extreme way that i was removing bone fragments from my asshole for some time. "it failed miserably.", i say with a solemn shake of my head, "so, you really should be grateful that i ordered you indestructible."   "i'm so happy i also ordered you with a ball gag.", i provokingly tease, "i can only imagine how annoying you'd be if it wasn't placed in there.", and i reach him back between my legs to release another long-winded curdled bottom-snort to engulf my little plaything. i'm also pleasantly surprised when i feel my spandex move with the pressure of my gas. "wow!", i exclaim, "that must've been extra intense for you." and i bubble over with laughter. then, remembering some chores that i've been meaning to do, i thrust my shrunken man back down the back of my breeches. i head towards the kitchen, while propelling myself along with each sultry steamy fart.   ************************************************** -you have one job- **************************************************   "what sadistic company actually thinks of this kind of idea?", i ponder out loud while cleaning up my kitchen, "shrinking down these poor unsuspecting men and turning them into little shrunken experiments.". i move on from that thought when i'm interrupted by another, "when do you think the last time was that any of your loved ones got to see you?", but i don't give any room for answer (i mean, he's gagged anyway) by bending far forward to pop off a deliciously wet-sounding fart. "omg, that smells so bad!", i breathe heavily with a wave in the air and a pinch of my nose.   i continue on like this, cleaning my kitchen and belittling my fart muffler about various degrading topics, especially how he must endure my hot'n'stinky rear-end rattlers - no matter how rough and bumpy. oh, and i'm not anywhere near finished. i have a significantly deep pool of these goading topics that i can pull from, including; how he probably wishes he could be destroyed, but (womp womp), luckily for me, he's indestructible; how poorly he continues to do at his one and only job of huffing up the fumes from my rectal turbulence, and how he needs to do better at it, because i'm having to pinch my nose or wave away the air to free myself of the noxious odor; and how i'm sick of having the same discussion about his constant crying which has been exhausting me to listen to.   throughout all of this, i move around my kitchen freely, cleaning and farting everywhere, and in various positions or with dancing wiggling hips. "i don't think i feel like taking a shower tonight.", i mention in an off-handed way, "you know how i like to keep my body in shape, and i even got to workout right before the live stream earlier. which part do you think will smell the worst?". i laugh and continue to bounce out the heinie hiccups, creating my own little fog of hot buttocks wind.   my giddy mood is soon dampened when i notice my muffler's attitude doesn't seem to really match mine. feeling it's time to make another point, i yank him out of my ass, and glare at him, before hissing, "i'm disappointed in you!". i drive him hard against my spandex bubble butt and release a way-too-wet cheek-flapper. "see?" i sneer, "just huff it up! it's not that hard!", and i scoff when i notice he's started crying yet again. "you know what?", i ask, slightly fuming, "i think some really scary fucking changes are about to happen for you, starting tomorrow! you see, an idea popped into my head while i was cleaning, and while you were failing.". pausing, i study him before a smile creeps across my lips, and i purr, "i'm going to let you find out what it is for yourself then. don't want to ruin the surprise or anything."   i laugh when i see my personal fart filter's reaction, and comment sweetly, "aww, don't look so sad. you know you brought this on yourself.". i put him back for one more fragrant gurgler, and head off to set my plan into motion.   ************************************************** -what the fuck modifications- **************************************************   it's a few days later and i'm about to do another live stream with my fans. i'm sprawled out on my couch wearing a pair of cutoff high-waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. i give a summary of everything that's happened, especially how my fart filter had been failing at being a fart filter. "it just wasn't working out", i mutter gravely, before looking up at the camera with a sly grin, "i had the realization that i've been going about this whole situation the wrong way. i thought that if i could get a tiny embrace to modify my fart filter to look more like a fart filter, then perhaps he'd act more like a fart filter.".   i realize this could sound confusing, so i go on to explain, along with a demonstration. i reveal that my desire was to have a shrunken man who was also a futuristic tool that would suck up all of my farts, but not make any sort of sound or smell. i have with me my little red box and i open it to take out my new modified toy. holding him up to the camera, i detail all of the new improvements. the first was to have his mouth sewn shut, which means he has no choice but to breathe through his nose. i wasn't a fan of the tape or ball gag because they could fail, which was super annoying and i needed a solution for it (remember the foreshadowing i mentioned?). i point out that he doesn't have any arms anymore and his skin has been replaced with this black rubbery substance, which expands like a balloon when he breathes my gas. i also explain how they removed his bones to allow enough room for his lungs to expand. the part i'm really excited about is that when he starts to deflate, the rubbery substance will give off a citrusy scent, and boom, no more smell.   barely containing my excitement at sharing the rest, i sit up and announce, "now we get to what i like call 'what the fuck' modifications.", and i smile wickedly before continuing to detail some super fucked up modifications: his senses have been magnified 5 fold (which i'm sure we all know why *wink wink*); he's been castrated; and he is forever awake. what the fuck, right? "he's just going to have to get used to his new life as my personal giantess sex toy.", i go on nonchalantly, "unable to move or rest, and no more complaining!", and i bounce up and down in my delight. "oh, and it's permanent!", i burst while practically vibrating with exhilarating electricity, "no way to reverse it!". i give a shuddering moan as i recount what an experience it is to have him shoved up my asshole and have his balloon-like body expanding as he takes every little bit of my repugnant fumes into his lungs.   throughout all of this, i'm letting loose one long bassy bubbler after another, usually right after i've made a point or shared something exciting - which is kind of throughout the entire live stream. pointing out that i apparently have a lot to give right now - the continuous stream of butt belching - i decide it's time to go so i can handle this gassy business. but not before saying goodbye with a wink and one last booty ripper.   ************************************************** -modification obsession- **************************************************   it's been about 2 weeks, and i bob into view, propelled along by a ponytail bouncing trouser-trumpet, wearing a dark grey pair of short shorts, that happen to cup perfectly right under my round cheeks, and a light gray tank top. i have a black box with me, much like the red one, so we can only imagine what's inside. i babble about how much fun i had modifying my last shrunken man, and how i found the urge to continue experimenting absolutely irresistible. when i pop open the box, it becomes apparent that there are several tiny men inside. i ponderously fish around inside and select the one i think should work for today's purpose. bringing him close to my face, i let him know that i understand he must have loads of questions, and i promise to explain everything soon. i end this remark with a nice long wet ripper flapping out of my backside.   i grab 2 more small boxes, a silver one, and the red one from before. opening the red box first, i pull out wtf modification guy, and opening the silver box next, i remove a different guy who is all taped up (much like the 1st one used to be). i hold up all three next to each other, with the new unmodified one facing the other 2. "do you see these 2?", i question the new arrival, "they used to be just like you. this one - and i hold up my indestructible rubbery balloon guy - failed me repeatedly.", which i proceed to list off just how i was failed by him and what happened as a result - aka the wtf modifications. "now, do you see this one? - and i hold up my tied and taped guy - see, i missed having a muffler with these specific modifications, so once wtf modification guy became wtf modification guy, i needed a replacement, and he had the misfortune of being next."   "this will serve as your one and only warning.", i remark coldly, "if you scream, wiggle, slack off or misbehave. or if you're simply a terrible fart filter. - and i hold up the modified fart mufflers one more time - then you know what your path is going to be." and satisfied with my 'double' warning, i put my modified men back in their respective boxes.   "now", i punctuate, "you will worship, and i mean worship, whatever body part of my choosing", and this is punctuated even further by a wet bubbly fart steadily rolling out from my backside. "did you notice you came in a box full of you-sized shrunken men?", i quiz emphatically, "this means you are replaceable in this unmodified form of yours, and you've seen how inventive and creative i can be.". feeling as though i've clearly defined the rules and consequences of this new adventure for my new toy, i turn around and shove him down the back of my shorts and up into my ass, purporting, "i think it's time for your first official test! it's real simple. all you have to do is inhale all of my gas before i can smell it or hear it." and quacking out a fart, i find myself waving away the air and pinching shut my nose. "oh, we have so much work to do. you'll need lots and lots of training.", and i wander off to do just that, puttering out little toots all along the way.   ____________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 7-day release: over the last 6 days, i released the 1st, 2nd and 3rd parts. all 3 parts were meant to release one per day, but i had severely underestimated how much work still needed to happen for it to be fully ready for release. i've been editing for 50+ hours since i had the realization. that's how much i value my creations!   today i am releasing 2 versions of the whole video, with version 1 being released at the butt-crack of dawn today, and version 2 (this one) is being released now. it was still being rendered from my editing software when i released the first version, so they couldn't be released simultaneously. i tried! version 1 includes all 3 parts, and also has a nice little discount for your patience. version 2 includes only part 2 and part 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made this version which excludes part 1. of course, this version has also been discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 has been.   well, it happened. both versions of the whole video got delayed for a day. in managing this complicated and lengthy video, i’ve continued to run out of time to release each part on its original predicted release date.  please accept my apologies for these incorrect predictions. regardless, i hope you still get endless enjoyment from what i consider to be one of the best series i’ve ever had the pleasure to create!   ]]> Mon 30 Dec 2024 07:03:42 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7628153/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-whole-video-version-2/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7624371/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-whole-video-version-1/
************************************************** -the q & a live stream- **************************************************   i'm sitting on my bright red couch, wearing a bright red outfit, which consists of a pair of bright red spandex pants and a bright red tank top. my fans and i are about to start a live q & a stream, and i give a cheerful greeting, before chirping about how it's finally time to reveal a recent discovery i've been alluding to my followers about. "i wanna tell you guys about a little something i picked up.", i purr, and then i go on to describe how a short time ago, i'd stumbled across a website called 'a tiny embrace', whose sole purpose is to fulfill women's sexual desires when it comes to their giantess fantasies, and who offer these shrunken down men in order to do just that. of course, i wanted to order my own, and soon found i could also add a variety of modifications. i chose to have him bound tightly and gagged - so he has no choice but to breathe through his nose - and also for him to be indestructible - because my human toys never last, hehe.   i show a little red box, informing my fans that i'd left him in it overnight, but now it's time to wake him up. i open up the box to fish him out, while laughing at the utter dread in his eyes upon realizing he's back in my grasp. i instruct him to behave, because if not, he'll be going right back in the box, and i hold him up to the camera so everybody can get a good look at the modifications i'd chosen. "as you can see, he's not just a toy", i observe, "i thought they were made in a lab somewhere, but when i look closer, he looks like a captured horrified shrunken down college-boy who's been sent over to worship my stinky farting ass.". i also describe how his one (and only) job is to be my fart-filter by sitting in my panties and inhaling my gas all day long.   ____________________________________________________________________________   here is where i decide to start the q&a by letting my fans ask me questions. below are the questions i received, along with a short summary of each answer. you'll have to watch to learn my entire delicious answer to each question. wink wink.   question 1 q: what do you think is going through the little guy's mind right now? a: he genuinely seems horrified and - i lean sideways when a fart interrupts my answer, which causes me to try and waft away the odorous rankness that creeps up to my nose - wonders about when his next date with my gassy ass will be.   question 2 q: how do you think he got into this mess in the first place? a: i speculate a couple of ideas i've had on this matter. my thoughts were/are that the company, a tiny embrace, would stockpile men somehow, in preparation for future orders, or that they'd scout the men out to be collected at a later date once an order was placed.   question 3 q: do you think he likes being bound and gagged? a: so much nope.   question 4 q: what have i been eating to make him suffer? a: i list a wide variety of foods and how gassy they each make me, especially dairy. the pungent aroma from a particularly beefy backend benchwarmer during the next question really solidifies my above answer.   question 5 q: will you ever let him see his loved ones again? a: his constantly struggling and crying makes me think so. then, i share how i think it'd be fun to put him in my pants/panties and bring him within the vicinity of a loved one, preferably at a place where my ass would be the smelliest and swampiest, like a gym, and be unable to interact with them.   question 6 q: what do you think his life was like before serving you? a: i think he had an everyday normal, still my-sized life. he's going to have to get used to this new horrifying reality of a life - and i give him a loving little stroke with my finger.   question 7 q: can you hear him complaining even though he's gagged? a: of course. even though it's muffled, i can usually make out or pretend i know what he's saying. i proceed to list off - kind of in a mocking way - all the things i think his words are or could be. i make a small complaint about how his gag will occasionally slip or somehow he'll manage to talk around it, which causes me to ponder out loud, "i think i need to find a solution for that." - *cough cough* foreshadowing!   question 8 q: does he squirm a lot? "one second." i say with a punctuating finger in the air, and lean sideways to let out a bubbling fart, before shoving his head down by my ass crack and telling him to 'do your job and sniff it up'. a: short answer is yes, he does, but i kinda like how it feels. i wink because, c'mon, you totally know what i mean.   question 9 q: how did you become interested in the whole giantess kink/fetish/fantasy? a: i share about a friend who helped me to instantly fall in love with it. when i discovered a tiny embrace, i learned i really could make all of my fantasies come true. i hold up the tiny bondage man to show how this is where this little guy comes in, who's here to satisfy my every need.   ____________________________________________________________________________ for now, i decide that this is a good point to stop with the questions. "i have some exciting tasks i need to get to.", i say with a smile, hinting that those tasks have something to do with my mini taped-up friend, "so i'll check in with you all in a few days.",  and blow the camera a goodbye kiss.   ************************************************* -your role as my personal fart muffler- **************************************************   now that i've wrapped up my live stream, it's time to have some fun with my personal fart filter. "i don't know what dumb trick you fell for to get you into this mess, but it's too late.", i murmur, "you're all mine now!", and i lean far over, hold the itty bitty man up to my spandex-clad ass to honk a saturating fart over all of him. i stand from the couch and, once again, i press his face right into my butt crack, before blasting him with another ripply butt burp. "whew, you just know it's going to be bad once you're in there (aka in my pants).", i laugh, while pinching my nose and wafting the air again, "and you will be going in there because, recently, you've been failing me, which is unacceptable, and puts you in need of some serious training!". i shake out another miasmic fart to bathe my new booty thunder slave with, and maliciously croon, "your training starts now!"   i shove him down the back of my pants and deep between my cheeks in preparation for the barrage of oncoming gas. i alternate through standing and bent over positions to help aid in delivering the most bootylicious-looking of anal-exhales. i giggle at the sensation of him squirming down there, but my giddiness is soon interrupted when my nose wrinkles at the repugnant bouquet that drifts up to my face, and i have to pinch my nose and flutter away the air with my other hand. "ew, yuck!", i gasp, and in an irritated tone, i assert, "you're getting dangerously close to being on thin ice. there's going to be grave consequences if you don't start putting more effort into your new role.", and retrieving him from his snug booty-home, i bring him up close to my face. "is there a reason you're not sniffing up my gas correctly?", i question almost angrily, "we've been over this! i paid good money for you to not be productive like this. it's really not that hard. i shouldn't be smelling anything! that's what you're for!". i push him against my spandex again, rip a malodorous ripper, and sternly order, "here. practice! sniff them up completely as if it's your oxygen."   "oh, and stop crying!", i snap, "the last thing i will not tolerate is you crying!", and satisfied with my warnings, i proceed to mockingly talk about all the great stuff i get to eat so i can achieve peak gassiness. i also decide to share a story about the first fart muffler i ordered from a tiny embrace, in hopes it'll help sufficiently get my point to really stick. it has to do with how my brutal gas completely obliterated the muffler, melting away his skin and scattering his remains in such an extreme way that i was removing bone fragments from my asshole for some time. "it failed miserably.", i say with a solemn shake of my head, "so, you really should be grateful that i ordered you indestructible."   "i'm so happy i also ordered you with a ball gag.", i provokingly tease, "i can only imagine how annoying you'd be if it wasn't placed in there.", and i reach him back between my legs to release another long-winded curdled bottom-snort to engulf my little plaything. i'm also pleasantly surprised when i feel my spandex move with the pressure of my gas. "wow!", i exclaim, "that must've been extra intense for you." and i bubble over with laughter. then, remembering some chores that i've been meaning to do, i thrust my shrunken man back down the back of my breeches. i head towards the kitchen, while propelling myself along with each sultry steamy fart.   ************************************************** -you have one job- **************************************************   "what sadistic company actually thinks of this kind of idea?", i ponder out loud while cleaning up my kitchen, "shrinking down these poor unsuspecting men and turning them into little shrunken experiments.". i move on from that thought when i'm interrupted by another, "when do you think the last time was that any of your loved ones got to see you?", but i don't give any room for answer (i mean, he's gagged anyway) by bending far forward to pop off a deliciously wet-sounding fart. "omg, that smells so bad!", i breathe heavily with a wave in the air and a pinch of my nose.   i continue on like this, cleaning my kitchen and belittling my fart muffler about various degrading topics, especially how he must endure my hot'n'stinky rear-end rattlers - no matter how rough and bumpy. oh, and i'm not anywhere near finished. i have a significantly deep pool of these goading topics that i can pull from, including; how he probably wishes he could be destroyed, but (womp womp), luckily for me, he's indestructible; how poorly he continues to do at his one and only job of huffing up the fumes from my rectal turbulence, and how he needs to do better at it, because i'm having to pinch my nose or wave away the air to free myself of the noxious odor; and how i'm sick of having the same discussion about his constant crying which has been exhausting me to listen to.   throughout all of this, i move around my kitchen freely, cleaning and farting everywhere, and in various positions or with dancing wiggling hips. "i don't think i feel like taking a shower tonight.", i mention in an off-handed way, "you know how i like to keep my body in shape, and i even got to workout right before the live stream earlier. which part do you think will smell the worst?". i laugh and continue to bounce out the heinie hiccups, creating my own little fog of hot buttocks wind.   my giddy mood is soon dampened when i notice my muffler's attitude doesn't seem to really match mine. feeling it's time to make another point, i yank him out of my ass, and glare at him, before hissing, "i'm disappointed in you!". i drive him hard against my spandex bubble butt and release a way-too-wet cheek-flapper. "see?" i sneer, "just huff it up! it's not that hard!", and i scoff when i notice he's started crying yet again. "you know what?", i ask, slightly fuming, "i think some really scary fucking changes are about to happen for you, starting tomorrow! you see, an idea popped into my head while i was cleaning, and while you were failing.". pausing, i study him before a smile creeps across my lips, and i purr, "i'm going to let you find out what it is for yourself then. don't want to ruin the surprise or anything."   i laugh when i see my personal fart filter's reaction, and comment sweetly, "aww, don't look so sad. you know you brought this on yourself.". i put him back for one more fragrant gurgler, and head off to set my plan into motion.   ************************************************** -what the fuck modifications- **************************************************   it's a few days later and i'm about to do another live stream with my fans. i'm sprawled out on my couch wearing a pair of cutoff high-waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. i give a summary of everything that's happened, especially how my fart filter had been failing at being a fart filter. "it just wasn't working out", i mutter gravely, before looking up at the camera with a sly grin, "i had the realization that i've been going about this whole situation the wrong way. i thought that if i could get a tiny embrace to modify my fart filter to look more like a fart filter, then perhaps he'd act more like a fart filter.".   i realize this could sound confusing, so i go on to explain, along with a demonstration. i reveal that my desire was to have a shrunken man who was also a futuristic tool that would suck up all of my farts, but not make any sort of sound or smell. i have with me my little red box and i open it to take out my new modified toy. holding him up to the camera, i detail all of the new improvements. the first was to have his mouth sewn shut, which means he has no choice but to breathe through his nose. i wasn't a fan of the tape or ball gag because they could fail, which was super annoying and i needed a solution for it (remember the foreshadowing i mentioned?). i point out that he doesn't have any arms anymore and his skin has been replaced with this black rubbery substance, which expands like a balloon when he breathes my gas. i also explain how they removed his bones to allow enough room for his lungs to expand. the part i'm really excited about is that when he starts to deflate, the rubbery substance will give off a citrusy scent, and boom, no more smell.   barely containing my excitement at sharing the rest, i sit up and announce, "now we get to what i like call 'what the fuck' modifications.", and i smile wickedly before continuing to detail some super fucked up modifications: his senses have been magnified 5 fold (which i'm sure we all know why *wink wink*); he's been castrated; and he is forever awake. what the fuck, right? "he's just going to have to get used to his new life as my personal giantess sex toy.", i go on nonchalantly, "unable to move or rest, and no more complaining!", and i bounce up and down in my delight. "oh, and it's permanent!", i burst while practically vibrating with exhilarating electricity, "no way to reverse it!". i give a shuddering moan as i recount what an experience it is to have him shoved up my asshole and have his balloon-like body expanding as he takes every little bit of my repugnant fumes into his lungs.   throughout all of this, i'm letting loose one long bassy bubbler after another, usually right after i've made a point or shared something exciting - which is kind of throughout the entire live stream. pointing out that i apparently have a lot to give right now - the continuous stream of butt belching - i decide it's time to go so i can handle this gassy business. but not before saying goodbye with a wink and one last booty ripper.   ************************************************** -modification obsession- **************************************************   it's been about 2 weeks, and i bob into view, propelled along by a ponytail bouncing trouser-trumpet, wearing a dark grey pair of short shorts, that happen to cup perfectly right under my round cheeks, and a light gray tank top. i have a black box with me, much like the red one, so we can only imagine what's inside. i babble about how much fun i had modifying my last shrunken man, and how i found the urge to continue experimenting absolutely irresistible. when i pop open the box, it becomes apparent that there are several tiny men inside. i ponderously fish around inside and select the one i think should work for today's purpose. bringing him close to my face, i let him know that i understand he must have loads of questions, and i promise to explain everything soon. i end this remark with a nice long wet ripper flapping out of my backside.   i grab 2 more small boxes, a silver one, and the red one from before. opening the red box first, i pull out wtf modification guy, and opening the silver box next, i remove a different guy who is all taped up (much like the 1st one used to be). i hold up all three next to each other, with the new unmodified one facing the other 2. "do you see these 2?", i question the new arrival, "they used to be just like you. this one - and i hold up my indestructible rubbery balloon guy - failed me repeatedly.", which i proceed to list off just how i was failed by him and what happened as a result - aka the wtf modifications. "now, do you see this one? - and i hold up my tied and taped guy - see, i missed having a muffler with these specific modifications, so once wtf modification guy became wtf modification guy, i needed a replacement, and he had the misfortune of being next."   "this will serve as your one and only warning.", i remark coldly, "if you scream, wiggle, slack off or misbehave. or if you're simply a terrible fart filter. - and i hold up the modified fart mufflers one more time - then you know what your path is going to be." and satisfied with my 'double' warning, i put my modified men back in their respective boxes.   "now", i punctuate, "you will worship, and i mean worship, whatever body part of my choosing", and this is punctuated even further by a wet bubbly fart steadily rolling out from my backside. "did you notice you came in a box full of you-sized shrunken men?", i quiz emphatically, "this means you are replaceable in this unmodified form of yours, and you've seen how inventive and creative i can be.". feeling as though i've clearly defined the rules and consequences of this new adventure for my new toy, i turn around and shove him down the back of my shorts and up into my ass, purporting, "i think it's time for your first official test! it's real simple. all you have to do is inhale all of my gas before i can smell it or hear it." and quacking out a fart, i find myself waving away the air and pinching shut my nose. "oh, we have so much work to do. you'll need lots and lots of training.", and i wander off to do just that, puttering out little toots all along the way.   ____________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 7-day release:   over the last 6 days, i released the 1st, 2nd and 3rd parts. all 3 parts were meant to release one per day, but i had severely underestimated how much work still needed to happen for it to be fully ready for release. i've been editing for 50+ hours since i had the realization. that's how much i value my creations!   today i am releasing 2 versions of the whole video - one at the butt-crack of dawn and the other a little later in the day (version 2 is still exporting from my editing software). version 1 includes all 3 parts, and also has a nice little discount for your patience. version 2 includes only part 2 and part 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made this version which excludes part 1. of course, this version has also been discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 has been.   well, it happened. both versions of the whole video got delayed for a day. in managing this complicated and lengthy video, i’ve continued to run out of time to release each part on its original predicted release date.  please accept my apologies for these incorrect predictions. regardless, i hope you still get endless enjoyment from what i consider to be one of the best series i’ve ever had the pleasure to create! ]]> Sun 29 Dec 2024 08:41:10 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7624371/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-whole-video-version-1/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7611031/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-3/
-what the fuck modifications-   it's a few days later and i'm about to do another live stream with my fans. i'm sprawled out on my couch wearing a pair of cutoff high-waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. i give a summary of everything that's happened, especially how my fart filter had been failing at being a fart filter. "it just wasn't working out", i mutter gravely, before looking up at the camera with a sly grin, "i had the realization that i've been going about this whole situation the wrong way. i thought that if i could get a tiny embrace to modify my fart filter to look more like a fart filter, then perhaps he'd act more like a fart filter.".   i realize this could sound confusing, so i go on to explain, along with a demonstration. i reveal that my desire was to have a shrunken man who was also a futuristic tool that would suck up all of my farts, but not make any sort of sound or smell. i have with me my little red box and i open it to take out my new modified toy. holding him up to the camera, i detail all of the new improvements. the first was to have his mouth sewn shut, which means he has no choice but to breath through his nose. i wasn't a fan of the tape or ball gag because they could fail, which was super annoying and i needed a solution for it (remember the foreshadowing i mentioned?). i point out that he doesn't have any arms anymore and his skin has been replaced with this black rubbery substance, which expands like a balloon when he breathes my gas. i also explain how they removed his bones to allow enough room for his lungs to expand. the part i'm really excited about is that when he starts to deflate, the rubbery substance will give off a citrusy scent, and boom, no more smell.   barely containing my excitement at sharing the rest, i sit up and announce, "now we get to what i like call 'what the fuck' modifications.", and i smile wickedly before continuing to detail some super fucked up modifications: his senses have been magnified 5 fold (which i'm sure we all know why *wink wink*); he's been castrated; and he is forever awake. what the fuck, right? "he's just going to have to get used to his new life as my personal giantess sex toy.", i go on nonchalantly, "unable to move or rest, and no more complaining!", and i bounce up and down in my delight. "oh, and it's permanent!", i burst while practically vibrating with exhilarating electricity, "no way to reverse it!". i give a shuddering moan as i recount what an experience it is to have him shoved up my asshole and have his balloon-like body expanding as he takes every little bit of my repugnant fumes into his lungs.   throughout all of this, i'm letting loose one long bassy bubbler after another, usually right after i've made a point or shared something exciting - which is kind of throughout the entire live stream. pointing out that i apparently have a lot to give right now - the continuous stream of butt belching - i decide it's time to go so i can handle this gassy business. but not before saying goodbye with a wink and one last booty ripper.   -modification obsession-   it's been about 2 weeks, and i bob into view, propelled along by a ponytail bouncing trouser-trumpet, wearing a dark grey pair of short shorts, that happen to cup perfectly right under my round cheeks, and a light gray tank top. i have a black box with me, much like the red one, so we can only imagine what's inside. i babble about how much fun i had modifying my last shrunken man, and how i found the urge to continue experimenting absolutely irresistible. when i pop open the box, it becomes apparent that there are several tiny men inside. i ponderously fish around inside and select the one i think should work for today's purpose. bringing him close to my face, i let him know that i understand he must have loads of questions, and i promise to explain everything soon. i end this remark with a nice long wet ripper flapping out of my backside.   i grab 2 more small boxes, a silver one, and the red one from before. opening the red box first, i pull out wtf modification guy, and opening the silver box next, i remove a different guy who is all taped up (much like the 1st one used to be). i hold up all three next to each other, with the new unmodified one facing the other 2. "do you see these 2?", i question the new arrival, "they used to be just like you. this one - and i hold up my indestructible rubbery balloon guy - failed me repeatedly.", which i proceed to list off just how i was failed by him and what's happened as a result - aka the wtf modifications. "now, do you see this one? - and i hold up my tied and taped guy - see, i missed having a muffler with these specific modifications, so once wtf modification guy became wtf modification guy, i needed a replacement, and he had the misfortune of being next."   "this will serve as your one and only warning.", i remark coldly, "if you scream, wiggle, slack off or misbehave. or if you're simply a terrible fart filter. - and i hold up the modified fart mufflers one more time - then you know what your path is going to be." and satisfied with my 'double' warning, i put my modified men back in their respective boxes.   "now", i punctuate, "you will worship, and i mean worship, whatever body part of my choosing", and this is punctuated even further by a wet bubbly fart steadily rolling out from my backside. "did you notice you came in a box full of you-sized shrunken men?", i quiz emphatically, "this means you are replaceable in this unmodified form of yours, and you've seen how inventive and creative i can be.". feeling as though i've clearly defined the rules and consequences of this new adventure for my new toy, i turn around and shove him down the back of my shorts and up into my ass, purporting, "i think it's time for your first official test! it's real simple. all you have to do is inhale all of my gas before i can smell it or hear it." and quacking out a fart, i find myself waving away the air and pinching shut my nose. "oh, we have so much work to do. you'll need lots and lots of training.", and i wander off to do just that, puttering out little toots all along the way.   this video is a part of a 6-day release: 4 days ago, i released the 1st part.   2 days ago, i released the 2nd part. part 2 had been meant to release sooner, but due to a lack of proper editing, i decided to dedicate its original release date towards fine tuning what i had missed.     today, i am releasing part 3, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. part 3 (this part) had also meant to be released sooner aka the day after part 2, but i had severely underestimated how much work still needed to happen for it to be fully ready for release. i've been editing for 50+ hours since i had the realization. that's how much i value my creations!   tomorrow, i will release two versions of the "whole video". version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will also have a nice little discounted for your patience. version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made a version which excludes part 1. of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be. since i've completed the editing for all of the parts which make up the 2 "whole versions", there should be no delays, meaning they will be released as scheduled. ]]> Fri 27 Dec 2024 08:03:46 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7611031/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-3/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7598850/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-2/
-your role as my personal fart muffler- now that i've wrapped up my live stream, it's time to have some fun with my personal fart filter. "i don't know what dumb trick you fell for to get you into this mess, but it's too late.", i murmur, "you're all mine now!", and i lean far over, hold the itty bitty man up to my spandex-clad ass to honk a saturating fart over all of him. i stand from the couch and, once again, i press his face right into my butt crack, before blasting him with another ripply butt burp. "whew, you just know it's going to be bad once you're in there (aka in my pants).", i laugh, while pinching my nose and wafting the air again, "and you will be going in there because, recently, you've been failing me, which is unacceptable, and puts you in need of some serious training!". i shake out another miasmic fart to bath my new booty thunder slave with, and maliciously croon, "your training starts now!"   i shove him down the back of my pants and deep between my cheeks in preparation for the barrage of oncoming gas. i alternate through standing and bent over positions to help aid in delivering the most bootylicious-looking of anal-exhales. i giggle at the sensation of him squirming down there, but my giddiness is soon interrupted when my nose wrinkles at the repugnant bouquet that drifts up to my face, and i have to pinch my nose and flutter away the air with my other hand. "ew, yuck!", i gasp, and an irritated tone, i assert, "you're getting dangerously close to being on thin ice. there's going to be grave consequences if you don't start putting more effort into your new role.", and retrieving him from his snug booty-home, i bring him up close to my face. "is there a reason you're not sniffing up my gas correctly?", i question almost angrily, "we've been over this! i paid good money for you to not be productive like this. it's really not that hard. i shouldn't be smelling anything! that's what you're for!". i push him against my spandex again, rip a malodorous ripper, and sternly order, "here. practice! sniff them up completely as if it's your oxygen."   "oh, and stop crying!", i snap, "the last thing i will not tolerate is you crying!", and satisfied with my warnings, i proceed to mockingly talk about all the great stuff i get to eat so i can achieve peak gassiness. i also decide to share a story about the first fart muffler i ordered from a tiny embrace, in hopes it'll help sufficiently get my point to really stick. it has to do with how my brutal gas completely obliterated the muffler, melting away his skin and scattering his remains in such an extreme way that i was removing bone fragments from my asshole for some time. "it failed miserably.", i say with a solemn shake of my head, "so, you really should be grateful that i ordered you indestructible."   "i'm so happy i also ordered you with a ball gag.", i provokingly tease, "i can only imagine how annoying you'd be if it wasn't placed in there.", and i reach him back between my legs to release another long-winded curdled bottom-snort to engulf my little plaything. i'm also pleasantly surprised when i feel my spandex move with the pressure of my gas. "wow!", i exclaim, "that must've been extra intense for you." and i bubble over with laughter. then, remembering some chores that i've been meaning to do, i thrust my shrunken man back down the back of my breeches. i head towards the kitchen, while propelling myself along with each sultry steamy fart.   -you have one job- "what sadistic company actually thinks of this kind of idea?", i ponder out loud while cleaning up my kitchen, "shrinking down these poor unsuspecting men and turning them into little shrunken experiments.". i move on from that thought when i'm interrupted by another, "when do you think the last time was that any of your loved ones got to see you?", but i don't give any room for answer (i mean, he's gagged anyway) by bending far forward to pop off a deliciously wet-sounding fart. "omg, that smells so bad!", i breathe heavily with a wave in the air and a pinch of my nose.   i continue on like this, cleaning my kitchen and belittling my fart muffler about various degrading topics, especially how he must endure my hot'n'stinky rear-end rattlers - no matter how rough and bumpy. oh, and i'm not anywhere near finished. i have a significantly deep pool of these goading topics that i can pull from, including; how he probably wishes he could be destroyed, but (womp womp), luckily for me, he's indestructible; how poorly he continues to do at his one and only job of huffing up the fumes from my rectal turbulence, and how he needs to do better at it, because i'm having to pinch my nose or wave away the air to free myself of the noxious odor; and how i'm sick of having the same discussion about his constant crying which has been exhausting me to listen to.   throughout all of this, i move around my kitchen freely, cleaning and farting everywhere, and in various positions or with dancing wiggling hips. "i don't think i feel like taking a shower tonight.", i mention in an offhanded way, "you know how i like to keep by body in shape, and i even got a workout in right before the live stream earlier. which part do you think will smell the worst?". i laugh and continue to bounce out the heinie hiccups, creating my own little fog of hot buttocks wind.   my giddy mood is soon dampened when i notice my muffler's attitude doesn't seem to really match mine. feeling it's time to make another point, i yank him out of my ass, and glare at him, before hissing, "i'm disappointed in you!". i drive him hard against my spandex bubble butt and release a way-too-wet cheek-flapper. "see?" i sneer, "just huff it up! it's not that hard!", and i scoff when i notice he's started crying yet again. "you know what?", i ask, slightly fuming, "i think some really scary fucking changes are about to happen for you, starting tomorrow! you see, an idea popped into my head while i was cleaning, and while you were failing.". pausing, i study him before a smile creeps across my lips, and i purr, "i'm going to let you find out what it is for yourself then. don't want to ruin the surprise or anything."   i laugh when i see my personal fart filter's reaction, and comment sweetly, "aww, don't look so sad. you know you brought this on yourself.". i put him back for one more fragrant gurgler, and head off to set my plan into motion.   this video is a part of a 4-day release: 2 days ago, i released the 1st part. today, i am releasing part 2, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. part 2 (this part) was meant to release yesterday, but due to a lack of proper editing, i decided to dedicate its original release date towards fine tuning what i had missed. tomorrow, i will release the 3rd part. the following day, i will release two versions of the "whole video". version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will also have a nice little discounted for your patience. version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made a version which excludes part 1. of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be. ]]> Wed 25 Dec 2024 08:16:19 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7598850/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-2/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7586400/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-1/
- the q & a live stream-   i'm sitting on my bright red couch, wearing a bright red outfit, which consists of a pair of bright red spandex pants and a bright red tank top. my fans and i are about to start a live q & a stream, and i give a cheerful greeting, before chirping about how it's finally time to reveal a recent discovery i've been eluding to my followers about. "i wanna tell you guys about a little something i picked up.", i purr, and then i go on to describe how a short time ago, i'd stumbled across a website called 'a tiny embrace', who's sole purpose is to fulfill women's sexual desires when it comes to their giantess fantasies, and who offer these shrunken down men in order to do just that. of course, i wanted to order my own, and soon found i could also add a variety of modifications. i chose to have him bound tightly and gagged - so he has no choice but to breath through his nose - and also for him to be indestructible - because my human toys never last, hehe.   i show a little red box, informing my fans that i'd left him in it overnight, but now it's time to wake him up. i open up the box to fish him out, while laughing at the utter dread in his eyes upon realizing he's back in my grasp. i instruct him to behave, because if not, he'll be going right back in the box, and i hold him up to the camera so everybody can get a good look at the modifications i'd chosen. "as you can see, he's not just a toy", i observe, "i thought they were made in a lab somewhere, but when i look closer, he looks like captured horrified shrunken down college-boy who's been sent over to worship my stinky farting ass.". i also describe how his one (and only) job is to be my fart-filter by sitting in my panties and inhaling my gas all day long.   here is where i decide to start the q&a by letting my fans ask me questions. below are the questions i received, along with a short summary of each answer. -you'll have to watch to learn my entire delicious answer to each question. wink wink.-   q: what do you think is going through the little guy's mind right now? a: he genuinely seems horrified and - i lean sideways when a fart interrupts my answer, which causes me to try and waft away the odorous rankness that creeps up to my nose - wonders about when his next date with my gassy ass will be.   q: how do you think he go into this mess in the first place? a: i speculate a couple of ideas i've had on this matter. my thoughts were/are that the company, a tiny embrace, would stockpile men somehow, in preparation for future orders, or that they'd scout the men out to be collected at a later date once an order was placed.   q: do you think he likes being bound and gagged? a: so much nope.   q: what have i been eating to make him suffer? a: i list a wide variety of foods and how gassy they each make me, especially dairy. the pungent aroma from a particularly beefy backend benchwarmer during the next question really solidifies my above answer.   q: will you ever let him see his loved ones again? a: his constantly struggling and crying makes me think so. then, i share how i think it'd be fun to put him in my pants/panties and bring him within the vicinity of a loved one, preferably at a place where my ass would be the smelliest and swampiest, like a gym, and be unable to interact with them.   q: what do you think his life was like before serving you? a: i think he had everyday normal still my-sized life. he's going to have to get used to this new horrifying reality of a life - and i give him a loving little stroke with my finger.   q: can you hear him complaining even though he's gagged? a: of course. even though it's muffled, i can usually make out or pretend i know what he's saying. i proceed to list off - kind of in a mocking way - all the things i think his words are or could be. i make a small complaint about how his gag will occasionally slip or somehow he'll manage to talk around it, which causes me to ponder out loud, "i think i need to find a solution for that." - *cough cough* foreshadowing!   q: does he squirm a lot? "one second." i say with a punctuating finger in the air, and lean sideways to let out a bubbling fart, before shoving his head down by my ass crack and telling him to 'do your job and sniff it up'. a: short answer is yes, he does, but i kinda like how it feels. i wink because, c'mon, you totally know what i mean.   q: how did you become interested in the whole giantess kink/fetish/fantasy? a: i share about a friend who helped me to instantly fall in love with it. when i discovered a tiny embrace, i learned i really could make all of my fantasies come true. i hold up the tiny bondage man to show how this is where this little guy comes in, who's here to satisfy my every need.   for now, i decide that this is a good point to stop with the questions. "i have some exciting tasks i need get to.", i say with a smile, hinting that those tasks have something to do with my mini taped-up friend, "so i'll check in with you all in a few days.", and blow the camera a goodbye kiss.     notice *in my efforts to be transparent and avoid false advertisement: this video only has a handful of farts. i have discounted it a bit for this reason*   this video is a part of a 4-day release: today, i am releasing part 1, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. tomorrow, i will release the 2nd part. the following day, i will release the 3rd part. the day after that, i will release two versions of the "whole video". version 1 will include all 3 parts, and it will include a nice little discounted for your patience. version 2 will be with only parts 2 and 3. since part 1 only has a handful of farts, it feels like it's less within the farting fetish category, and more within the giantess-shrunken man fetish categories. therefore, i've made a version which excludes part 1. of course, this version will still be discounted for your patience, just not as far as version 1 will be. ]]> Mon 23 Dec 2024 08:25:16 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7586400/return-to-a-tiny-embrace-part-1/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7571999/school-s-scourge-sees-super-secret-specialist-showing-stinky-shaggily-stubbled-side-sacs/
I'm waiting in my office wearing a grey pencil skirt and a black suit vest, with a white button up vest shirt underneath. you soon knock on my door and i call you in. after you sit down, you try to make a joke about the ruler i tap on my clipboard, by asking if i'm going to spank you with it. with an eye roll, i tell you why you're here by listing off all of your offenses, which i have been neatly printed out in front of me. my demeanor seems to be light-hearted, with some teasing and mocking, but that soon changes.   "it seems you've already been to detention and the principle.", i smirk, "now you've been sent to me." and i specify that i'm the one you get sent to when you've been a really bad boy. a specialist of sorts. i start unbuttoning my business vest, which makes you sweat a little, before i get very close to your face with mine to let you know what this ruler is really for. "if you move while receiving your punishment", i purr, "i will not hesitate to use this on your conveniently exposed nether-bits." and i gesture to the chair which happens to have one of those little hump things in the middle, causing your legs to spread enough to get at your most tender parts. i take off my vest, while i finish explaining that since i'm the super secret school specialist, nobody knows about me except the tippy top of the ladder, which also means that nobody knows you're here. "you better be a very good boy", i breathe in a hushed tone, "because i can't get in trouble!", and i grin when i see you start finally showing some fear.   seeming instantly chipper, i chirp, "now hold still! don't move!", and i bring my sickeningly stinky and 8-weeks of hairy pit right up to you and start rubbing it all over your face and nose. you try to dig your head back into the chair's head rest, but it's stiff, leaving really no room to get away. "oh no", i mock, "don't throw up!", and i smoosh my other slimy odorous pit so firmly up your nose that you can almost taste it! "aww, you don't like it?", i moan, "doesn't it suck to have someone picking on you?". hint hint, you bully.   feeling a delicious level of satisfaction, i decide to really get my point across by revealing my superpower. "whenever i eat heavy or strongly scented food", i explain, "it's fragrance is then reflected directly from my armpit glands. the worse the food, the more foul and greasy my pit sweat will be, with the hair catching and spreading the viscous reek to coat both of my armpits.". i bring my face back to yours and tell you what this specific armpit flavor is today, by listing off all of the fetid foods i ate, which happens to be a bag of sour cream & onion chips, a container of 7-layer bean dip, and a whole can of refried beans topped with tortilla chips, avocado, sour cream and salt. i lick my lips while taunting you about how wonderful i must smell right now.   when i bring my malodorous pit-sacs back to your face, you attempt to jerk your head away again, which earns you a solid ruler thwack that nicks the tip of your lil' pecker, causing you to quickly behave. i continue to rub my pits all over your face with happy delight, and occasionally, while laughing, i'll wipe out the revolting sweat sludge and then shove my fingers up your nose or in your mouth. i even brave a sniff myself, which instantly repulses me, with my nose wrinkling. i even make you stick your tongue so i can smear my armpits back and forth on it, or so i can make lick them repeatedly. "you're going to make my armpits shine in a different way.", i laugh, and then order you to nibble and suck the slick slimy sweat off of my pit hair.   you feel a bit of hope when i pull away to congratulate you on the level of cleanliness you've given my armpits, but i quickly bring my face right back up to yours and ask in a dangerous tone if we have an understanding here. you nod vigorously, but in wanting to make sure the lesson really sticks, i use my fingers to dig around in my pits to find whatever you didn't. you realize what's happening and beg me not to, but i reply in a strict tone, "oh? and how many of your bullied students begged you to stop?", and stacking my first 3 fingers on each hand together, i shove them into your mouth and down your throat, intentionally trying you make you gag on the rotten pit juice.   after i have you give each pit one last smooch and lick, i finally decide the punishment is over. "now, you see why i'm here.", i assert strictly. i give you a warning that if, by chance, i find that you've gone right back to your bad behavior, then you'll soon feel your butt back in that chair, while you alleviate my rancid clammy armpit gunk with your face, nose, and tongue.   *please excuse the couple of scratches and occasional red areas in my pits. i had dedicated a whole day to armpit videos, and the constant attention definitely had an effect that, oh, so tender skin* ]]> Sat 21 Dec 2024 07:42:07 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7571999/school-s-scourge-sees-super-secret-specialist-showing-stinky-shaggily-stubbled-side-sacs/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7444051/loving-giantess-rewards-your-strip-tease-with-tits-and-ass-smothering/
I saunter into view wearing a pink thong, a matching light pink tank top, with a pink matching bra underneath. i sigh to show my boredom and even announce it verbally. i ponder about things i could do to entertain myself, and on a glance downward, a tiny brightly colored object catches my attention. i get closer and squat down for a closer inspection, and discover you, a teeny-tiny little 1/2 inch man who is slowly walking across my carpet. i reach down to gingerly pick you up, before bringing you right up to my face and giving you a nice long sniff. "fee, fi, fo, fum!" i puff as the giants of old used to do, and then let out a laugh!   brimming with an idea, i stand and scooch my glass desk over in front of me and place you down on top of it. i inform you that i've just made a makeshift stage so you can give me a striptease, which is something i've kind of been craving having lately. i tease you into doing as i ask by promising you some rewards in return, and i hint at what they would be by pressing my breasts together and giving them a shake. i also press my cleavage down onto you to convince you further, but you've already made up your mind to do the striptease for me.   shortly after starting your dance for me, i've quickly noticed how great you are at it, so i start the rewards early by pulling out a nipple and smooshing it down on you. when i stand back up, i see that you've managed to somehow grasp hold on my nipple and are riding it up with me. "naughty naughty, my little play thing", i purr and place you back on the table. i then smoosh my other nipple down on you, and again, you latch on, and i have to remove you again to place you back on your 'stage'.   i decide to fetch a stool so i can climb up and lower my big heavy ass onto you, and i make sure to occasionally switch which plump round cheek you're under, so that the time spent under each one, is fair. i want to feel you shaking it under my cheeks while you dance, and i offer up encouragements so that you'll dance and gyrate even more. i can clearly feel that you're giving it your absolute best, while also being pinned under the soft squishy weight of my bubble booty. i give you little breaks here and there whenever i realize that you're having trouble accessing some oxygen for breathing. as i stand during one of these breaks, you seize hold of my plush protruding padding, much like you did with my breasts, and i gently remove you.   i move my face in close to you, and whisper, "come now, do one little twirl for me and i'll put my ass back on top of you.", and i delicately lift you up to help you dance around your plentiful stage. giggling with satisfaction at you're fantastically superior 'work', i keep my word by placing you back under my jiggly backside. i bubble with more giggles, while wiggling my hips back and forth, causing my well-rounded vivacious tushy to grind on your writhing form. i even bounce up and down in my exuberance, while exclaiming about how this itty-bitty guy just came out of nowhere, and right at the right time. "you like it.", i moan, "admit it.", and i grab my chunky cheeks with both hands to joyfully jiggle them up and down.   with both of us having had our fun, i stand up to languidly scoop you up. i inform you of how well you've pleased your giantess goddess, which has convinced me that you deserve yet another reward. "you will be my personal goddess pleaser for as long as i deem fit.", i mutter seductively, "when i don't need you, i'll simply place you between my tits to relax in the soft perkiness of your new heaven.", and i tuck you into my bra by pressing you on to my nipple, letting you take hold of the areola, and then pulling my bra back up to engulf you and my breast. satisfied, i walk off to get ready to run some errands, while sighing contentedly at knowing you'll be, quite literally, so close to me for the rest of the day -- and for the foreseeable future. ]]> Mon 02 Dec 2024 07:13:31 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7444051/loving-giantess-rewards-your-strip-tease-with-tits-and-ass-smothering/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7430506/a-delicious-revenge-for-my-cheating-boyfriend/
lately, you've often been working late, so i thought i'd surprise you one night when you came home, with wearing a black onesie lingerie piece, a pair of nude nylon lace-top thigh highs, and a pair black shiny pumps. you walk into the living-room to find me excitedly greeting you and purring about how i'd like to give you a good time tonight. such a good time that you'll get a solid good night's rest afterward. you turn me down by remarking on how tired you are and how you want to shower before bed, and then you just leave me awkwardly standing there in lingerie.   i instantly feel crushed and frustrated. i can't seem to understand how you'd so easily turn down sexy-time with me looking like this! i sadly ponder on it for a moment, before a specific thought intrudes into my mind. i try to fight it, but my suspicions get the better of me, and i walk over to snatch up your phone that you so conveniently left sitting on a side table. i open it up to begin searching through your message history, and my face falls when i find message after message with other women, which so happens to also include photos of you and these women together -- sexually -- with each and every one of them! this proves to me that you've been cheating on me the entire time you claimed to be working late! this is enough to warrant my revenge, and i quickly find my resolve to plot out a detailed -- and delicious -- way to get revenge on your cheating ass! if you want to play, then let's play!   a few moments later, i'm dragging a small trash can, a chair, a sauce dish, and what looks like a cheese grater, into the living room. i place the sauce dish inside the trash, kick off my heels, and strip off my nylons. since you haven't touched me in a long time, things aren't as tidy as they used to be, and i prove this by using the grater-like item to start shaving off my calluses. i do both foot, letting the sauce dish catch a good amount of what falls into the trash can. once i've deemed that i've collected enough, i grab the dish and hold it up, while asserting out loud that -- "you don't fucking cheat on alison miller!". this will be the first ingredient of many.   the next day, i decide to tidy up my feet even further, specifically my toenails. i use a specific tool designed to dig out any fumunda (ya know, the stuff from under your toenails - fumunda) from unda my toenails and drop it into another dish from my sauce dish set. i everything i manage to collect is added to my ingredient list. i then grab a pair of clippers to trim my surprisingly long toenails. i use a separate sauce dish to collect each and every one of them, before also adding them to my growing ingredient list.   another day or so later, and i'm in the bathroom where i've just used a hair removal cream on my most important bits, my armpits and my pussy. i bend completely over to reach down into the tub, and when i come back up, i've collected the hair from the drain hair-catcher, which i put into yet another one of my sauce dishes. "he is going to learn", i announce in my good mood, and i hold up a chunk of hair from the dish to inspect it.   after a quick time jump where i've finished getting ready for the day in the bathroom, i come out and head towards the kitchen, while wearing a cut short summer dress. i pause for a moment with only my backside visible, before i abruptly slide off my white satin panties, reach down between my front legs, and do a little wiggle to help pull out a tampon that i had stuffed up there in order to collect all of my pussy juices. the ingredients have been piling up, and this happens to be the final one!   it's about 2 days later, and the time has finally come to cook! it took a little while, but i've finally collected all of the ingredients. i come into the kitchen with purpose, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a green sheer long-sleeved crop top. as i move about the kitchen, i mock how you're probably going to be "late" again tonight because of your "work". well, i'm happy that at least i don't need to worry about hiding what i'm doing anymore. i pull out all of the 'ingredients', along with a mixing bowl, and set everything down together on the counter.   one by one, i start to add each ingredient into the mixing bowl, and out loud, i talk about my decision for what each one is imitating within the dish i'm creating, which so happens to be bao, and is one of my favorites! the "ingredients": the shaved calluses will be a coconut flour or a cheese; the toenails, once trimmed smaller and boiled, will be garlic; the fumunda from under my toenails will be an onion powder; and the armpit and pubic hair, once cut up smaller -- which causes me to gag multiple times -- will be basil. lastly, i'll make a juice for him and soak my pussy juice-soaked tampon in it, which i dunk and swirl around in the cup to get every little bit absorbed into the drink. "time to bake!", i laugh and go to mix it all up.   you come home later that evening, and i greet you while looking super cute in a long flowy maroon skirt and a maroon laced-back crop top. i sarcastically remark about how tired you must be from work, so i've made you some dinner. i hold up a plate that has 2 "basil pesto" pieces of bao sitting on it and hand them over. hungry, you start immediately munching down on them, and amused, i watch your expression change when you encounter some "tough" pieces. i can barely contain my excitement when you start commenting on how dry they are, how you think you might've found a hair, and how you think you smell something strange. i give excuses for each of your complaints, but encourage you to continue eating since i made them just for you! so, you keep choking down the bao, even with your suspicion of this new mood i seem to be in.   finally, i decide to confess, but i drag the story out, so the end matches up with you finishing up the bao and the drink. i give you the "juice" part way through my story when i notice you cough with need for something to wash it all down. i reveal how i found out that you've been out with one girl or another almost every single night, and not actually at work. so, i decided that i deserved to have some revenge. nervous at where i'm goin with this, you start chowing down on the second bao, so your mouth is full and you don't have to answer my accusations. i describe everything i know, minus any information about the meal ingredients, which i keep for the very end when you put the last bit of food and drink into your mouth.   with it now registering that you've just eaten little pieces of me, which include: armpit and pubic hair; callus shavings; toenails; fumunda; and a tampon saturated drink: your mouth drops open in shock. "how do i taste baby?!" i wickedly taunt, "oh, do you think you're going to be sick? good!" and i inform you that we're done as a couple with one last nasty little remark, "did you like eating pieces of me?" ]]> Sat 30 Nov 2024 06:56:24 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7430506/a-delicious-revenge-for-my-cheating-boyfriend/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7417090/the-gassy-bet-for-vore-or-sex/
you, my roommate, and i, your roommate, are watching a game, and we're being pretty competitive about it. i'm wearing a spandex tank top, a pair of jeggings, and my hair is up in a high ponytail. while i'm talking to you, i'm also eating snacks, and drinking a craft rootbeer (one of my favorite things!). i let out a couple of burps, which sometimes interrupt me mid-sentence. i boast about how my team is going to win, before i interrupt myself again when i blurt out a, "oh wait!", i lean over, "hang on, hang on, hang on!", and a bubbly little fart flaps out of my ass, purposefully in your direction. i gasp out a laugh and sit back up. "you know what?" i ask, "i'm not sorry for that! you see, i ate this guys the other day --" you interrupt me to ask what i'm talking about, and my reply is a simple, "well, yeah! i eat guys sometimes.". i go on to explain how when i do this, it makes me incredibly gassy afterward, and that's what we're experiencing now. "you're lucky i haven't eaten you yet", i say in what seems to be a joking tone, but you're not entirely sure.   you quickly change the subject back to the game that's about to start, and i get an idea. "okay mr. confident.", i chirp with a smile, "if you're so sure your team is going to win, then let's make a bet!". curious, you ask what it is and i animately tell you my idea. "if your team wins the game", i explain, "then i will have sex with you. but!", and i get closer with a burp, "if my team wins, you have to let me eat you!". you agree much quicker than i had imagined, but it makes sense to me. you're so confident in your team, that you think you'll actually get to have sex with me. "are you sure?", i ask and lean over to let out another grumbly butt-burp, "because this gas is the guy i ate the other day coming back out.". you are still eager to agree, so we shake on it and have ourselves a little wager.   a short time later, we're deep into the game. i cheer when my teams scores a point, followed with me mockingly teasing you. in my giddiness, i tell you to take my phone and call my plumber because once you lose this bet, my toilet's going to be clogged, and i accentuate my point with a malodorous fart. i start gasping about how stinky it is, and have to wave my hand around to disperse the fumes. "this gas is going to be you real soon if your team doesn't start doing better!", i jeer, followed with a cheer when my team scores again. i smile wickedly and add, "i'll bet when i eat you, you're going to make the my gas smell even worse!". giggling, i notice a dribble of sweat on your face, so i make sure i point it out, along with a grilling, "oh, is someone nervous? you know you're going to lose!"   another short bit later, we're basically at the end of the game. "all hope is lost!", i profess with an accompanying pungent petarade, before reiterating, "that's going to be you in just a moment!". i detail why and how my bloated belly go into this state, and it just so happens to be from the last guy i ate. ya know, the one i mentioned earlier? i then diabolically titter about how men's cockiness always takes over when it comes down to the potential of getting to have sex. "you ready!?", i voice excitedly when i notice the final buzzer is coming up, "final buzzer! fiiiinnaaall buuuzzeeerrrr', and as the buzzer sounds, i release a bassy bubbler at you for the buzzer's duration.   "you lost big time!", i roar, "you see this mouth right here?", and i point to my mouth, "you're about to go in it! you see this ass right here?", and i now point to my bubble butt, "you're about to come out of it!". i impart that i've slowly been feeling better as i've been burping and butt-trumpeting this other guy out, which has made plenty of room for you! with another noxious gassy fart, i pinch my nose at the miasmic stank, and pant out a "peyew!", before landing my attention right back on you. "you know what this means, right?", i inquire seductively, "this means i get to - i interrupt myself with a loud belch - this means i get to - again, a burpy interference cuts in before i finally finish my sentence - eat you!", and i purr an, "are you ready?"   it's a couple of hours later and i've made a yummy little dish with your -- umm -- remains, which i greedily munch down on, while making all sorts of 'mmmmm', 'yum', and 'num num' sounds. i drool about how delicious you were, my now old roommate, and i moan about how you're going to give me so much gas! in fact, i swear that i can already feel my belly getting bigger. "i'm going to digest you and dump you out into my toilet", i giggle while patting my belly, "which is going to get so clogged!". this is followed with an urgent look on my face, as i realize it's doodie time, and i hurry off to the bathroom.   once in the restroom, i sit down on the porcelain throne, ready to release the load that i've had stewing in my guts. i begin straining and pushing down, while intermittently patting and rubbing my belly. "how's it going down there?", i question my belly, "i did warn you.", and i shake my head. once i finish up, i stand and pull my pants up, before flushing and waving 'goodbye' the the descending you-mess.   excited to tell someone about this epic experience, i'm now on the phone with my friend, while sitting back on the living room couch. "yup!", i say with a diabolically burst of laughter, "he totally lost!", and after thinking for a moment, i continue, "i really think i need to call the plumber. that was one of the biggest dumps of my life!". in response, i listen to my friend's chuckling and mocking of you, before i get an evil thought. "ya know, he claimed to be his team's #1 fan.", i snicker, while choking to hold it in so i could finish what i wanted to say, "since i'm obviously the #1 fan, he'll just have to settle with being the #2 (number two) fan", and i poignantly hold up 2 fingers, before bursting with howling laughter. ya'll see what i did there? eh? eh? #2!? ah, yeah, you get it!     ***some words have been censored to remain compliant*** (2 words to be exact. words that surprisingly have nothing to do with the specific category of this video. so, if you're worried. don't be, hehe.) ]]> Thu 28 Nov 2024 08:08:47 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7417090/the-gassy-bet-for-vore-or-sex/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7402352/scratching-itchy-legs-and-feet-with-my-long-toenails/
wanting to take a load off and simply relax on my couch for a little while, i sway into the living-room with a sigh, before bending over to adjust the pillows on the couch, which happens to perfectly model off my phat ass stretched into a pair of silky light pink full-booty high-waisted panties. as i crawl onto the couch, it's revealed that i'm also wearing a light pink spaghetti strap shirt to match the cute panties. i snuggle back into the cushions to start in on my relaxation, while also messing around on my phone. the tops of my bare feet are highly visible, which easily exhibits some serious toenail growth. probably well over 2 months' worth.   after a short while of this, i feel a little itch on one of my calves. well, thank goodness i have something for that! i use my long toenail growth from the opposite leg's foot to scratch that little itch. however, have you ever noticed how when you scratch an itch, the relief is only temporary, and it'll come back even stronger, with the itchiness covering more area? that's exactly what ends up happening here. soon, i'm using my sprouting toenail growth to scratch more itches, all up and down my legs, including the soles of my bare feet.   all of the prickling skin sensations don't seem to bother or interrupt my phone activities much. each time a little itchy hotspot appears, which is often, i simply utilize my handy-dandy toenails to satisfy my need for that temporary relief. i make faces here and there during my scratching to demonstrate how i'm feeling about the current itch and how nice it's feeling to get rid of it. a nice little extra bonus is the fact that you can audibly hear the toenails grazing along the surface of my skin. asmr much?   as the crawling tickle spreads further, i eventually need to start using my toenails to scrap up higher and higher on my legs, getting all the way to the tops of my thighs, causing me to grab and pull at my feet to help assist my toenails in reaching higher locations. around this point is when i start making grunting noises to accompany the scratching, with my eyes occasionally rolling back in my head at the feeling of satisfaction that comes with temporarily relieving the itch.   in between my increasing need to scratch, i'll sometimes wiggle or clamp my toes in an effort to stretch them in preparation for even more skin scoring. with the itchiness progressing at such a rapid rate, i finally decide i need some sort of itch cream -- or something. i stand up to go fetch some, but not before giving my legs one more thorough scratching. ]]> Tue 26 Nov 2024 06:11:16 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7402352/scratching-itchy-legs-and-feet-with-my-long-toenails/ https://pornfaze.com/videos/7392183/potions-5-heard-coughing-sitting-standing-in-pantyhose/
series intro: this content is a part of a grander series i've called "potions". i released a video awhile ago that goes over the rules (actual video name - "potions - the rules") of this endeavor and i've discounted that video as much as i could possibly do so, so that viewing it won't break the bank, hehe. in each video: i choose a potion from the selection of potions that i have available; i "activate" it; and then we see what it does. oh, and i have to guess what it does prior to it taking effect, to see if i win the overall wager i have going with my bestie (the one recording all of these little sessions together).   this video's description: you can hear me shuffling about in the hallway, before you hear me shushing myself loudly. trying not to smile at my attempt to sneak out, you patiently watch as my phone peaks out around the corner in my effort to use the camera to check if you're here. unsuccessful, i decide to give a peek myself and you see realization cross my face when i notice you watching me. i've been caught, so i slowly crawl into view wearing a cute short white summer dress with flower print on it, a pair of thick nude pantyhose underneath the dress, and gold wedge heels.   i'm a little grumpy because i keep losing in this bet we have going, but i still begrudgingly agree to do today's potion. i drag the plate of potions towards myself that you've already set out, give a quick recap to the camera of what our "bet" is, and get down to business. i grab the potion labeled "heard", and my guess for what it'll do during its duration is that i'll become super influential and social media famous, which will cause everyone to 'hear' my voice on important matters. i activate the potion, give it a shake, and take it by putting 5 drops under my tongue for 10 seconds.   once it's down, i seek to continue talking with you, but i'm immediately interrupted with a little cough. "excuse me", i breathe and clear my throat. i try talk again, and again, i'm interrupted with more coughing. the coughing starts to become more and more intense, which causes my body temperature to rise, and then me to take off my dress with the aim of cooling down. i sit and lean against the wall and continue my coughing, before looking at you suspiciously. "is this what it does?!" i assert in disbelief that you would let me ingest something like this, "this is how i'm "heard", huh? a potion that makes you cough? really?!"   soon finding that sitting and coughing feels difficult, i stand up, while continuing to use the wall for support. once i get into a full standing position, it quickly becomes obvious that i'm not wearing any panties, just the shiny nude pantyhose. the coughing begins to ramp up further, where i make that trumpet, or horn, sound at the end of each coughing fit. any time i get a small amount of reprieve from hacking up my lungs, i get a little excited in thinking that the potion's effects are over, but then i get hit with another barking fit, followed by another and another. my belly and diaphragm contract with each cough, which occasionally doubles me over, and after one particularly rough bought, i sigh, "this is like an ab work out."   once the potion starts to slowly subside, i snatch up my dress, while still coughing intermittently. i grumble about how i'll some times get an actual ongoing cough when i have to cough for an unrelated reason. "this better not linger", i snap at you, and with the dress on, i stride away to head off towards the plans that i'm already late too. i mumble a goodbye while letting loose a couple more coughs along the way. ]]> Sun 24 Nov 2024 09:25:24 +0200 https://pornfaze.com/videos/7392183/potions-5-heard-coughing-sitting-standing-in-pantyhose/