I have been collecting and shrinking all the men I have been dating. I nearly have a dozen, I am so proud of my recent shrinking of them and my expansion of myself as I play with my seemingly endless belly button, an evil idea pops in my head. I wonder how many of my tiny men could fit inside my expansive belly button. I can push the curiosity. I have to know. I grab all my men and begin one by one pushing them deep inside me. I can tell some of my tiny dates hate it but I can tell some of them LOVE it. After I can fit no more I squeeze and show off my fully stuffed belly button. I begin to...

I have been collecting and shrinking all the men I have been dating. I nearly have a dozen, I am so proud of my recent shrinking of them and my expansion of myself as I play with my seemingly endless belly button, an evil idea pops in my head. I wonder how many of my tiny men could fit inside my expansive belly button. I can push the curiosity. I have to know. I grab all my men and begin one by one pushing them deep inside me. I can tell some of my tiny dates hate it but I can tell some of them LOVE it. After I can fit no more I squeeze and show off my fully stuffed belly button. I begin to suck and push my gigantic gut making them to plummet out of me. I have a couple of very good boys who just refuse to let go. I will reward them next time I get curious....and the rest will suffer again too.