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Description: Brittney is looking over four small cities, and she proceeds to destroy them all with her ass, boobs, feet and even fucks one city. She also crushes and eats people and cars.
Keywords Brittney, Media Impact, Feet, Ass, Hand Held, POV, Vore, Building Destruction, Mega Giantess, Booms, Shakes, City Destruction, Sound Fx, Erotic, Grinding On Buildings
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Description: Ignore the Title card, as this is Small Passions 58, not 57.
Sage Pillar shrank couple that she kept in a cage and now she is taking them out for playtime and this one is super hot as she uses them to get off several times.
Keywords Sage Pillar, Media Impact, Shrinking, Erotic, Hand Held, Ass, Kissing, Cleavage, Booty, Doll, Boob Crush, Bikini, Humiliation, Sex Toy, Human Dildo
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Description: This is Act 1 with only Ashley; Keri will show up in Act 2.
PLOT: Dr. Ashley Lane, a statuesque blonde research scientist with piercing blue eyes and an insatiable appetite, steals an experimental growth serum from her laboratory and injects herself with the glowing green liquid, triggering a transformation that sends electric tingles through her body as she expands to colossal proportions, towering over the city's skyline. Her ultimate nemesis, the superheroine UltraKeri, must intervene before the city is reduced to rubble.
Ashley grows to the height of a skyscraper. Stepping into downtown with thunderous footfalls that boom on the asphalt beneath her bare feet, she giggles with delight at the miniature world before her. She plucks screaming citizens from office buildings with her manicured fingers, crushing some between her thumb and forefinger while flicking cars aside like toys, sending them spiraling through plate glass windows. The crunch of metal and concrete beneath her toes sends shivers of pleasure up her spine. When she pops a fleeing businessman into her mouth, she discovers his flesh dissolves into a sweet, candy-like substance that floods her system with an aphrodisiac rush, making her nipples harden against her stretched black latex.
Spotting a 747 attempting to evacuate civilians, she snatches it from the sky, running her tongue along its fuselage before pressing it against her body, moaning as the vibrating engines stimulate her most sensitive areas. Military helicopters circle her like mosquitoes, thei...
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Description: INDICA JANE
Indica's best friend thought she could get away with fucking her (now Ex) Boyfriend. Indica caught them both, and the consequences were dire. She went crazy-mode and shrunk them down, and now she is exacting her revenge.
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In this film, the focus is on Indica's best friend and the Shrunken Woman theme. This is the very first Fusion SFX Epic video, out of many more to come. I call it "D-SFX" because it involves reviving and animating Dolls combined with live-action footage to create some pretty unique and never-before-seen scenes. I was dreaming of delivering such views for the past 18 years.
Now it's finally possible. A new Era has arrived, and it's going to get even wilder!
Needless to say, Indica is amazing in her performance. This video would be a blast even without the new-gen effects. Now? It's a must-have <3.
* Shrunken woman
* Hand-held
* Pov & extreme pov (in-nylons)
* Ground-shakes
* foot-fetish/foot-domination/foot humiliation
* Animated doll! You'll see the tiny woman struggle futilely inside Indica's tight, merciless grip, trying to escape her bonds, cower at the pressure of Indica's foot, and squirm inside Indica's sweaty nylons, to name a few!
* She also speaks and expresses her fear, terror, and regret!
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Description: Mura sits cross-legged on the living room floor, framed by the fluttering pastel banner that spells out “Happy 21st Birthday.” The warm glow of fairy lights casts dancing shadows across her dark brown hair, which she’s loosely pinned back to keep it out of her face. She wears a simple grey T-shirt stretched over slender shoulders and faded black jeans that hug her hips. In her lap, her watch shows the seconds ticking down toward midnight. Every muscle in her body hums with anticipation—this night will finally deliver the gift she’s awaited all her life.
While her friends talk excitedly about toasts of partying, Mura’s thoughts turn inward. Ever since she was young, she knew her family carried a peculiar genetic legacy: on the eve of their twenty-first birthday, every woman’s chest would swell to prodigious proportions. She’d watched older cousins and sisters weep with joy or overwhelm the room with their sudden size. Now it’s her turn.
The clock strikes twelve. Mura closes her eyes and counts under her breath: three… two… one… “Happy birthday to me!” she whispers, voice trembling. She sits perfectly still, listening for the first sign. At first, there’s nothing but her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Then—just beneath her sternum—a faint tingling, like tiny fireworks bursting under her skin.
She gasps, hands flying to her shirt. The fibers stretch ever so slightly as warmth blooms across her chest. A second wave of tingles ripples outward. She exhales in wonder. “Just a little… more,” she murmurs, as if coaxing the ch...
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Description: Kerri Spectrum is the warden for a brand new correctional facility; a micro-prison for delinquents and assholes. She enters in a skirt and heels, carrying a fresh batch of tiny inmates for Gen-Pop. She welcomes them to their new home with a grin, then lowers them into the shoe box-sized building.
She scoffs, wondering how long they'll last.
On all fours, Kerri looms over the prison. She knows there's been multiple escape attempts made when she wasn't looking and she is pissed. The little bastards must be punished...severely.
One by one she picks out a dozen ringleaders, holding their tiny bodies in her palm. Kerri knows she needs to set an example, so the first tiny she devours whole without even chewing. She feels him writhing all the way down her throat before falling into her stomach.
Instant digestion. Not very tasty though.
The rest she lays out on the floor and stands, towering over them in heels and nylon legs. They are bug-size after all and should be squashed accordingly. Kerri flattens one, grinding him into the floor, but then realizes she'd rather feel them crunch helplessly beneath her bare nylon feet.
Kicking off her shoes, she teases the remaining escapees with her gigantic stocking soles She mixes up slow, lingering crushes with hard, hard stomps, taking great pleasure in the punishment.
When she's finished demolishing the tinies, Kerri checks her soles to make sure they're all gone before standing over her tiny prison and laughing at how pathetic they all are. She encourages them to try ...
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Description: Sahrye’s silhouette rose like a red volcano against the morning sky. Her hair, the color of smoldering embers, tumbled in thick waves over the glossy black leather of her form-fitting ensemble. Her boots, tall and gleaming, snapped shut with a soft click as she stepped forward, each footfall sending ripples through the earth below. Before her lay four tiny cities—miniature labyrinths of steel spires, glass towers, and cobblestone streets no larger than matchsticks under her gaze.
A slow, sultry grin curved her lips. “Mmm… I’m feeling… giant today. And do you know what happens when I’m in this mood?” She laughed—a low, musical chuckle that vibrated through the air. “I’ve got to smash. I’ve got to crush. I’ve got to take your precious cities down.” She snapped her fingers. “Eenie, meenie, miney, mo… Catch a city by the toe. If you harm ’em, let ’em go… Eenie, meenie, miney, mo—hee hee hee!” Her eyes glinted with wicked delight. “Looks like you’re the unlucky one.”
City One
She positioned her right foot over the first cluster of steel and concrete. Her toe, polished obsidian black, descended with deliberate slowness. Beneath that single, glinting nail, the tallest skyscraper buckled, its glass skin crinkling like thin paper. Concrete groaned, steel beams twisted, and within seconds the building—a once-proud monument to human ambition—crumbled into dust and rubble. She shifted her weight, savoring the tiny, brittle crackling beneath her. “Do you see my power?” she purred. “All it takes is one big toe.”
City Two
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Description: You find yourself supine on a chair, a mere 12 inches from tip to toe, when Sahrye sweeps into the room, a vision of sin and temptation. She's draped in a black robe, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, while a purple bra and panties barely contain her curves. Her heels click against the floor as she approaches, the sound echoing like a metronome counting out the moments until your inevitable surrender. She slips off her robe, revealing her generous posterior, and begins to tease you, bending and flexing, her movements a dance of seduction. She kicks off her shoes and uses her bare feet to caress your growing excitement.
Her voice drips like honey, sultry and sweet, as she murmurs, "Hey there, big boy. It's been a while, hasn't it? I bet you've missed me. Missed all of this." She waves her hand down her body, a sculpted landscape of temptation. "You want some one-on-one time, don't you? I can see it in your eyes, you're just aching for a dance, aren't you?" Her hips sway, her ass a pendulum swinging with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. "But the question is, can you handle it? Can you handle all of this?"
She turns, bending slightly, giving you a better view of her ample assets. "You like what you see, don't you? I know you do. But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it." She smiles, her eyes never leaving yours as she continues to sway and twist, her body a symphony of seduction.
"Let's take it slow, shall we?" she coos, her voice a soft purr. She begins to tease you in earnest, her feet slidin...
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Description: Sushii teases you with her ass and puts you on a leash and walks you around. She is wearing Jeans the whole time.
Keywords Sushii Xhyvette, Media Impact, Shrinking, Ass, POV, Booty, Jeans
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