Fey struggled against her lover's sensitive flesh, the entire front of her tiny body pressed right up close to it as the clitoral hood pinned her dragon like wings down at either side of her.  It felt so warm, wet and sticky with the thick slime of Mel's latest orgasm, which was still covering every little intimate part of her shrunken form.  The only thing Fey was grateful for was the fact that she had stopped shrinking...she had no idea that she was merely about the size of an individual sugar granule, just less than one and a half millimeters tall...the smell inside was overwhelmingly intense and seemed to be getting stronger by the second as she felt the vibrations of Mel's quaking footsteps from the world outside, the movement's of Mel's thighs rubbing and squishing poor little Fey with every step she took as her surroundings continued to become warmer and wetter with her giant girlfriend's arousal.  She would've maybe enjoyed her relationship with Melissa a lot more if she wasn't so tiny...the scent and taste of another female's pussy weren't too bad once she got used to them, but there was getting used to them...and getting used to being confined to them...she was a prisoner.  When she heard what Mel said to her, Fey begun to kick and scream as she cried out to Melissa, her tiny voice muffled by the tight sexual flesh that surrounded her.<br/>"Please let me out sweetie dear, I love you...please!"  She begged...though whether Mel was able to hear her tiny voice...or whether she cared enough to let Fey out was a different matter entirely.