Down a Peg…or TWO!

Brad shivered.  It was winter and every year the house got cooler.  It hadn't bothered him before he'd started shrinking.  Ever since then,  Brad had noticed the cold more.  Putting on clothes may have helped, but his girlfriend Peg had told him no when he asked.  She'd said she wanted him nude when they were at home alone this weekend.  He’d learned very early on that what Peg wanted, Peg got.  

Still it was cold.  Brad looked around and saw Peg's favorite snuggle blanket was on the ground.  Peg was down stairs, likely cleaning up after making lunch.  She was taking really good care of him.  He didn't want to disobey her but it was cold.  And he wasn’t exactly disobeying her if he didn't wear clothes, was he?  He picked up his girlfriend’s fluffy pink blanket.  A blanket wasn’t clothing, damnit!   Brad put the soft, warm blanket on his cool skin. He exhaled sharply with relief. That felt good!  Between his shrunken legs his manhood hardened and rose.  The blanket smelled sweetly of Jane.  In spite of himself, his hips thrust lightly into the air.  

“Well…” Brad spun to the bedroom door letting the blanket fall to his feet.  Shit!  “P-Peggy, I can explain.”  he sputtered.  Peg walked over to him.  "I'm sure you can, shortstuff," she said stopping right up  to him.  She was nude as well, following her own rule.  Her bare breasts hung before Brad, her puffy pink nipples at his eye level.  Before all this had started, Peg had been self conscious of her cup size.  One of the first things they had discovered after he shrank was that Brad could no longer fit one of her breasts in his hands.  He’d seen the fire in her eyes at this discovery.  Suddenly, she didn’t feel small!

“What did I tell you about covering up.”  Brad forced himself to look up over her chest to her pretty face.  In spite of being much smaller and weaker than Brad, Peg had always been a force. That hadn’t changed since he'd shrunk.  If anything, she was the sole constant in his life.  He’d worried after discovering for the first time that he was shorter than her that Peggy would be upset.  Instead, her eyes had sparkled with mischief.  They’d made passionate love.  She had turned his shrinking into a sexual adventure and Brad couldn’t help appreciating that, even if he wished she was…gentler sometimes. 

He looked up, and saw that same mischievous sparkle in Peggy’s eyes.  No, she wasn’t angry.  But she also wasn’t going to let her boyfriend argue his way out of his punishment.  Deciding to take a risk and try to avoid what he new was coming, Brad got up on his toes and wrapped his lips around her engorged nipple.  She'd always had sensitive nipples.  It worked!  Above him Peggy moaned and arched her back.  Her hand trailed down playing with Brad's hair.  Sensing her arousal his hand quickly trailed down her trimmed pubis to her juicy love spot.  He parted her wet lips and plunged his fingers inside her.  Peg shuddered, causing her nipple to raise up out of his Brad's reach.  He furiously worked his finger inside of her.   

With an impressive force of will, Peggy pushed Brad back.  His digits popped out of her with a loud squelch.  “No,” she said, shifting as Brad fell back onto their bed.  He looked up with as much pouting as he could muster.  She wasn't falling for it.  Peggy shook her head.  “You aren’t getting out of this baby.”  Walking over to their closet, Peggy bent over, her large butt mooning him.  She stood and Brad gasped.  In her hand was a strap on.  A very different one then what she usually used.  Peggy quickly put it on, watching his reaction.  Striking a pose she asked Brad, “What are you going to name her?”  He gulped.  

Brad struggled to think.  Surely she was playing a joke, that thing was the size of his forearm!   He struggled for words, finally he decided to beg.  

“P-Peg, please…”  he pleaded, "its too big."  Peggy ignored him, instead she started moving closer to the bed and Brad.  Her wide hips swayed in that unconscious movment that only a woman can make.  Before her, the massive, pink, rubber cock wobbled.  “Now Br-a-d,” Peggy said playfully pitching her voice high.  Her pink cock was inches from his face.   She loved that look.  He didn't know what to do.  What to say.  She was in charge!  “Stop being mean.  Its hurting her fe-e-lings,” Peggy inched forward while at the same time putting her hand on the back of Brad’s head.  She couldn’t have done this before.  Held him like this.  She was the stronger, larger partner.  Brad turned his head to the side, the tip of the strap-on poking his small cheek.  

“No.” he said softly.  Peggy grinned openly, her teeth and gums visible.  “No, you wouldn’t.”  She began to thrust her hips slightly.  Her cock tapped him lightly on the cheek.  “Why don’t you apologize to her.”  Brad looked up at her.  His eyes searching.  Seeing Peggy wasn’t going to back down, he lowered his vision to the immense thick rubber cock.  It was quality work.  Fake veins ran over the shaft connecting to a thick head.  There was even a piss and cum hole.  Huffing, he planted a ginger kiss the the pink rubber head.  

Peggy felt her pussy tingle as she watched Brad peck her shaft head.  Still, he was being too timid.  “That’s all?”  Brad paused.  “C’mon Brad you’re…experienced.”  Peggy gave his head a little squeeze with her hand.  “Make her feel special.”  Brad began kissing the rubber phallus with abandon.  He ran his tongue down the shaft, looking up to see if this pleased his girlfriend.  It did.  

Peggy was tweaking one of her nipples with her free hand.   Her eyes were closed and she was clearly coming too a climax.  Her hips had begun to buck causing the strap-on to roughly graze his face.  But try as he might, Brad wasn’t moving.  She held him fast.  

Peggy removed her hand from her nipple and pushed him sprawling onto the bed.  She was leaning forward and Brad didn’t want her to crush him.  He crawled back from her as she crawled onto the bed with her knees.  She hung over him, her pussy leaking onto soaking him.  She reached over to the light stand and furiously grabbed some lotion.  Brad squirmed a little, but a growl and glance from Peggy stopped him.  She was a lioness and he was a field mouse.  There would be no escaping what she would do to him.  Reaching down she rubbed the lotion onto the pink cock.  “Doggy style, now!”  Brad gulped, then rolled over.  He got up.  His head brushed against her tits.  Someone looking at them from above wouldn't see him.  He bit his lip, bracing for what came next.