Size Gooning #2: Millie (Patreon)

Oh my god…no way…no WAY you’re actually this tiny in person!  Holy shit, Rachel told me you were small, but she didn’t tell me that you were a full-blown MUNCHKIN.  Oh, you’re 5’0 tall?  Yeah, I’m calling bullshit on that.  You’re 4’10, tops.  Maybe if you walk around everywhere on your tiptoes you can juuuuust barely stretch up to 5’0, but judging by those little calves, and those chicken legs, you don’t get much exercise, do you?  Hey, hey, look – to each their own!  Some people just like being the runts of the pack.  Us volleyball players need little guys like you to make fun of.  I mean, I feel huge wherever I go, of course, but standing next to tiny 5’0 pipsqueaks makes me feel fucking GIGANTIC.  And I love it.

What’s that?  How tall am I?  Ha, you thought Rachel was big, huh?  She’s only 6’2.  I’ve got her by three whole inches.  Mhm, that’s riiiight!  I’m 6’5!  Or…actually more like 6’5-and-a-half if you’re being technical.  197 centimeters.  I prefer the metric system.  You know why?  Because it’s more exact – if you wanna REALLY get technical, I’m just OVER 6’5-and-a-half, but that’s a mouthful to say, so I just say 6’5.  Oh well, that’s impressive enough, though, isn’t it?  Like a foot-and-a-half taller than you?  Not that you’re used to towering over anyone, but I bet you don’t usually feel THIS dwarfed.  Uh-uh, nope…you can’t run away.  I’ve got you cornered, little guy.  Nowhere to run.  Nowhere to hide.  Just a 6’5, 220-pound D-1 powerhouse, who knows all your secrets, boxing you in.  

Mmmmm oh yeah – Rachel told me everything.  She told me how you cowered beneath her, shaking just like you’re shaking now, as she tore your ego apart.  She told me how easy it was…how you just totally caved.  Sometimes Rachel can embellish a story, so I just had to see for myself.  It’s obvious now that she wasn’t making anything up.  Holy SHIT you’re EASY!  I haven’t even touched you!  I’m literally just standing here, looming over you, and you’re as hard as a rock!  Uh-huh, don’t even try and pretend like you’re not – I can literally see it sticking out of your jeans!  Mmmmm, Rachel said you were hung for a little guy…she was right about that too.  So that’s at least one thing you can feel proud of, right?

Noooo, no, don’t even think about sidestepping.  You’re not getting out of this until I get what I want.  You know what it is, tiny boy.  Ohhhh yeah.  Rachel told me about that too.  About how she opened her eyes wiiiiiiide and crossed them, just like this, and stuck her tongue out as she leaned down over you, telling you to goon for her.  This is too perfect – you’re literally gaping up at me.  You can’t move.  You can’t even say a word now, can you?  I know why.  It’s because you’re soooooo fucking turned-on right now that your brain is about to short-circuit.  You’re getting dwarfed by an amazon who’s taller than you, heavier than you, stronger than you, more confident and self-assured than you…just…MORE than you in every way.  Aaaaand I’m younger than you too…mmhmmmm that’s right – I’m 18, just like Rachel.  Freshmen volleyball team for the win, am I right!?

You know what to do, little gooner.  Stare into my eyes.  That’s it.  Stare deeeeeep into them...don’t look away.  I want you to imprint this ridiculous expression on your brain; I want it to SEAR itself deep in there, so that you can see it behind your closed eyelids tonight as you lay in your bed, jerking off to the memories of this moment.  Here – llllluuuughhhh – I’ll even stick my tongue out, just so you know exactly where your cum belongs.  Am I fucked up?  Probably…but I don’t give a shit.  I like feeling POWERFUL, and nothing makes me feel more powerful than to loom over little goon-boys like you, crossing my eyes and sticking out my tongue, as I feel your essence draining into me.  I don’t have to touch you.  I barely even have to move.  All I need to do is cross my eyes like this, and you lose on the spot.  

So stare into them, gooner.  Stare.  Stare DEEP into my eyes.  And just know that this isn’t the end – it’s the beginning.  All of us on the team know about you now.  No matter where you go on campus, you’ll always have to be on the lookout for us.  Whenever you least expect it, we’ll be waiting for you, to corner you, loom over you, and cross our eyes down at you, until you just can’t take it anymore and make a mess in your pants.  Maybe we can even train you to cum on command.  Judging by the expression on your face, it’s not going to take much.  Maybe all we’ll have to do is cross our eyes at you, and your skinny little legs will buckle, and you’ll spontaneously spray everywhere.  

That’s it, gooner – deeeeeep.  Stare DEEP into those eyes.  Give me what I want.  NOW.