You’re right in front of my stomach, face level with my belly button, standing on the edge of a deep, warm cave meant only for you. I talk you through exactly how to imagine yourself shrinking down, inch by inch, until your entire body is small enough to slide right inside my belly button. I let you picture the size of yourself compared to the soft curve of my stomach, picture how tiny you’d be in my hands, picture how easy it would be for me to guide you straight into my belly button like you’re nothing more than a human toy. I tease you with slow, deliberate descriptions of how my belly button would tighten around you, how the heat inside would wrap around your shrunken body, how I’d use you like a living little dildo buried deep in my skin. I make you imagine being the thing that helps me build toward a bellygasm, the way I’d push you in deeper with my fingertips, rolling my hips while your miniature body presses against all the right spots beneath my stomach. You stare into the clo
