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Simone Binoche, an international film starlet known for her roles in multiple successful romantic comedies of the 1980's, began her return to the theater stage as her screen career faded into obscurity in favor of younger actresses; a sobering reality which was widely known to be a sensitive topic for her. Unfortunately, Simone Binoche's newly assigned agent never received the memo and so he stupidly tried to manage the starlet's exceptions while she was working; broaching the topic backstage just prior to the opening act and throwing off her entire performance. After her obligatory curtain call, Simone flew into a dreadful rage backstage; yelling and throwing objects which culminated in the actress shooting her inexperienced agent with a prop shrinking gun which turned out to be the real deal. The shocked thirty-six year old professional instantly collapsed and shrunk out of his finely tailored suit; shortly thereafter stumbling out from the tangled mass of enormous clothing surrounding him on all sides. Still growling and spitting with anger, Madam Binoche wasted no time pouncing upon his position, her heavy heeled footfalls striking fear into his little heart before she unceremoniously snatched the stuttering and apologetic shrunken man from the floor; gripping him tighter than necessary and hoisting his terrified body up to her menacing face. Squeezed tightly between the fist of a glamorous fuming starlet while his eardrums were assaulted with her deafening admonitions and insult laden expletives; the now doll-sized agent desperately wished he had chosen a different career path as he tried not to wince from the hot breath and spittle collecting on his face - rightly fearing the consequences of causing further offense. The little man just had to hold still and take it.

And then things got really bad. Flipping her puny agent face-down onto her open palm, Simone proceeded to wet her left index finger like a lollipop; the pulling and sucking of which produced a cacophony of wet popping sounds. Upon hearing this, the little agent began to struggle frantically against his client's titanic hand in a bid to see what was happening; a reaction which only caused her loose grip to painfully tighten. Now the tiny man was utterly unable to look behind him as his head and neck were pinned between Simone's great and powerful fingers like a stockade. The slurping sounds completely panicked the little man in this compromised position; his hairy bare ass helplessly exposed to the open air. And when it finally happened, no part of his imagination could prepare him for the feeling of having his anus stretched apart by the angry starlet's massive finger as it slowly but forcefully pressed into him for the first time. The little agent groaned like a wild animal as he felt the giant manicured nail push its way through his sphincter and back out a little, only to be pushed in a little further on the next unyielding pump; his tiny anal canal mounting absolutely no resistance to the Madam Binoche's enormous moistened digit. After several warm-up pumps, the giant actress started to bitterly list her accolades and screen credits to the traumatized and humiliated little man; forcing him to repeat each one back to her aloud as she continued to pound his ass.

This went on for nearly twenty minutes.

After it was over, the tiny agent was in no mental state to ever be returned to full size. He was completely broken. Simone would call her management firm and request a new talent agent in the morning. She would have pay out a substantial fee, but she would keep this one for herself. If he couldn't manage to find her decent film work, maybe he could at least provide intimate company from time-to-time. A task which would be made even easier from his new private residence within the top drawer of her bedroom dresser. . . after all, Madam Binoche had never remarried and a lady has needs.

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Simone Binoche, an international film starlet known for her roles in multiple successful romantic comedies of the 1980's, began her return to the theater stage as her screen career faded into obscurity in favor of younger actresses; a sobering reality which was widely known to be a sensitive topic for her. Unfortunately, Simone Binoche's newly assigned agent never received the memo and so he stupidly tried to manage the starlet's exceptions while she was working; broaching the topic backstage just prior to the opening act and throwing off her entire performance. After her obligatory curtain call, Simone flew into a dreadful rage backstage; yelling and throwing objects which culminated in the actress shooting her inexperienced agent with a prop shrinking gun which turned out to be the real deal. The shocked thirty-six year old professional instantly collapsed and shrunk out of his finely tailored suit; shortly thereafter stumbling out from the tangled mass of enormous clothing surrounding him on all sides. Still growling and spitting with anger, Madam Binoche wasted no time pouncing upon his position, her heavy heeled footfalls striking fear into his little heart before she unceremoniously snatched the stuttering and apologetic shrunken man from the floor; gripping him tighter than necessary and hoisting his terrified body up to her menacing face. Squeezed tightly between the fist of a glamorous fuming starlet while his eardrums were assaulted with her deafening admonitions and insult laden expletives; the now doll-sized agent desperately wished he had chosen a different career path as he tried not to wince from the hot breath and spittle collecting on his face - rightly fearing the consequences of causing further offense. The little man just had to hold still and take it.

And then things got really bad. Flipping her puny agent face-down onto her open palm, Simone proceeded to wet her left index finger like a lollipop; the pulling and sucking of which produced a cacophony of wet popping sounds. Upon hearing this, the little agent began to struggle frantically against his client's titanic hand in a bid to see what was happening; a reaction which only caused her loose grip to painfully tighten. Now the tiny man was utterly unable to look behind him as his head and neck were pinned between Simone's great and powerful fingers like a stockade. The slurping sounds completely panicked the little man in this compromised position; his hairy bare ass helplessly exposed to the open air. And when it finally happened, no part of his imagination could prepare him for the feeling of having his anus stretched apart by the angry starlet's massive finger as it slowly but forcefully pressed into him for the first time. The little agent groaned like a wild animal as he felt the giant manicured nail push its way through his sphincter and back out a little, only to be pushed in a little further on the next unyielding pump; his tiny anal canal mounting absolutely no resistance to the Madam Binoche's enormous moistened digit. After several warm-up pumps, the giant actress started to bitterly list her accolades and screen credits to the traumatized and humiliated little man; forcing him to repeat each one back to her aloud as she continued to pound his ass.

This went on for nearly twenty minutes.

After it was over, the tiny agent was in no mental state to ever be returned to full size. He was completely broken. Simone would call her management firm and request a new talent agent in the morning. She would have pay out a substantial fee, but she would keep this one for herself. If he couldn't manage to find her decent film work, maybe he could at least provide intimate company from time-to-time. A task which would be made even easier from his new private residence within the top drawer of her bedroom dresser. . . after all, Madam Binoche had never remarried and a lady has needs.

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