Jennifer had to physically restrain herself from licking her tiny husband off her fingers and swallowing him whole. She wondered if the Transformation Resort had any systems in place to ensure his safety, or if he would simply be digested in her stomach and that would be the end of it. Although that sounded really, really hot to her, she wasn't ready to do that yet.
She wanted Eric to beg.
Still holding apart her pussy juice-soaked fingers as she lay on the bed, Jennifer reached down and wiped Eric off on the middle of her chest, just below her breasts. Eric lay there for a moment, but soon enough he stood up. Jennifer half-expected her little tiny guy to start yelling at her, but he didn't. He just stared.
Jennifer smiled. "OK, Eric," she said. "I think you can tell now how things have changed between us. I want you to start treating me as your goddess from now on."
Eric said something, but he was just too small for Jennifer to hear him. It didn't matter, anyway; she could tell he was confused or just uninterested in Jennifer's new perspective. So she decided to explain it a little more clearly.
"I mean you need to get down on your hands and knees. We're not worthy, that kind of thing. Now."
Eric didn't like the sound of that. He put his hands on his hips and started protesting, though again Jennifer couldn't make it out. Seemed like she needed to teach him a lesson.
She gave him a quick flick with her index finger. It was actually a challenge for her to hit him, as he was so small she could easily miss. She went as low to her chest as possible and flicked him in an upward direction: no point in hitting him square in the face when getting him in the legs would do.
In fact, it worked too well. She just wanted him to tumble down her stomach a bit. Instead, he flew up into the air, past the rest of her body, over the side of the bed, and down to the linoleum floor.
She briefly wondered if he was hurt as she got off the bed and walked around to where Eric had landed. He was already moving and starting to get up, so Jennifer figured he was fine. She put a foot on either side of her tiny husband so she could look directly down at him--and so he would have to look directly up at her.
"I don't want to hear any more of your complaining," she said, not that she could hear anything he was saying in the first place. "If I don't receive the proper respect, you will not be having a good time." She paused. "Now, like I said, start worshipping."
This time it worked. She couldn't believe he actually did it: here was her big, strong husband, now a tiny speck on the floor, bowing down and worshiping her. She couldn't resist giving one of her tits a squeeze. "Pray to me," she said, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to tell if he would or not.
She watched Eric do this for a while, and then she decided to have some more fun. "Kiss my toe," she said, gently nudging him with her big toe. Eric sat back and paused, but then he crawled over and, sure enough, started kissing her big toe. After a few minutes of that, she adjusted her foot so that Eric was between her big toe and the next toe over. "Lick it," she said, and he began to lick the area in between her toes. It kind of tickled.
"I like this," Jennifer said, not realizing that she had been stroking her pussy while Eric was worshipping her feet.