HGlock SM - Magic Upskirt.pdf (2025)

The morning sun peeked through the slatted blinds as Steven slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Groaning, he rolled over, his hand automatically reaching for his phone on the nightstand to check the time - 8:47am. Late again. He had to get moving if he wanted to make it to work on time. But as his eyes adjusted to the light, Steven froze. On the screen was a private browser window, a video paused mid-play.

Steven squinted at the frozen image - a close-up of a woman's barely covered rear, the camera peeking up her tiny skirt to reveal sensual curves of her ass. He licked his lips. God, these videos turned him on so much. His hand drifted under the sheets to palm his morning wood, but then he remembered where he was - and who else was in the house. His wife Liz and teenage daughter Jenna would be getting ready for the day. He couldn't risk getting caught.

With great restraint, Steven resisted the urge to finish what the video had started. Instead he shut off his phone, hauled himself out of bed, and stumbled to the bathroom for a quick, cold shower. The icy water helped clear the lustful fog from his brain. He toweled off and threw on some clothes, then headed downstairs.

Eggs and bacon sizzled on the stove as he entered the kitchen. Liz greeted him with a perfunctory peck on the cheek. "Morning sleepyhead. Coffee's on."

"Thanks babe," he mumbled, pouring himself a mug full of the dark brew. He took a sip and glanced over to Jenna who was scrolling her phone at the breakfast table, legs crossed, showing off her smooth thighs. Steven's cock gave an interested twitch at the sight of her short skirt riding up.

Down boy, he told himself sternly, taking a seat and focusing on his coffee. He needed to get this obsession under control before it led him to do something stupid. Clearly, his secret hobby was getting out of hand...

But the idea took root in his brain, sprouting twisted little tendrils of temptation. He knew he shouldn't. It was wrong. But the fantasy was so tantalizing...what if he could be a tiny fly on the wall, hiding in the kitchen, seeing and experiencing things no husband should...

By the time he sat at his desk at work, Steven's mind was made up. Heart pounding, he browsed for video tutorials on how to shrink down to the size of an insect. It was crazy, but he had to know.

That night, after Liz and Jenna were asleep, Steven snuck into the garage to start building. It took weeks of late nights and obsessive focus, but finally, it was ready - a shrinker ray that could miniaturize him.

Sweating, he powered it on and stepped into the beam. There was a dizzying whirl of nausea and vertigo...and then he was tiny! Only an inch tall. It had worked!

Drunk on the rush of power, Steven flew out the open window, into the night. He landed on the windowsill of the kitchen, his heart in his throat. The room was empty but quickly filled with the chatter of the girls.

Jenna laughed as she took butter out of the fridge. The short skirt of her uniform rode up, exposing the curve of her ass. Steven's mouth watered at the sight. Then Liz walked over, bending to load the dishwasher...a thin thong disappeared between her cheeks. Fuck, she looked good...

Steven was so aroused, he barely registered the cockroach scurrying across the counter. Then Jenna shifted, placing her foot down - right on top of it with a sickening crunch. He watched, fascinated, as a smear of brown guts oozed out.

Oh god. He was rock hard and leaking in his pants. Watching them cook and clean, seeing every intimate detail...it was almost too much. Then Liz's foot began to swing as she hummed by the stove. Her toes curled in strappy heels, soles pink and arches high, nails painted red.

She stopped right in front of Steven. He stared up at a wall of smooth skin leading up to lacy edges of her panties. He couldn't look away as she shifted, the fabric parting over the curve of her pussy. A damp spot darkened the fabric. Fuck, she was wet...

Steven pulled out his cock, stroking with desperate need. He had to cum, had to...then something dropped on his head with a plop. He looked up to see a dollop of cream cheese smeared on his face.

Liz was laughing, not noticing his tiny form as she scraped the rest off her knife. The cheese dripped into his mouth and he had to swallow, tasting cream and tangy cheese. It was good. Emboldened, he lapped at the smear on her panties, groaning at the flavor of her arousal mixing with the dairy.

He drank until he was dizzy with it, then aimed his cock at the fabric, spurting ropes of jizz. Dizzy with euphoria, Steven barely managed to scramble away before Liz turned back this way. He hid, struggling to catch his breath...and that's when he saw it. Liz's ass, high and round and perfect in her panties. And he had to have more.