"No! Don't say it," Anthony cried out shrilly.
Madison was moved by her husband's panic. Even though he'd brought this on himself, he was just so adorable. Intellectually she knew that it was her husband, but what she saw was a petite frightened woman, albeit an extremely well endowed woman. Reaching down, Madison took Anthony's small hands and pulled him effortlessly to his feet. "It's time we get out and see what's what."
"We can't go out like this!"
"Of course not. I have to get dressed first, and you need to take a shower. It'll make you feel better." Madison reluctantly stepped away from Anthony and headed across the room to get dressed. "Besides, you're in for a treat when you start soaping those puppies up." Madison couldn't help grinning as she looked back at her husband teetering before the bathroom door. He only came up to her chin, and that was in those impossible shoes. He'd have to take them off to shower and the reality of just how small he'd made himself was going to be undeniable. This was going to be priceless. Unable to resist the thought, Madison wickedly said, "As long as you're getting undressed anyway, how about doing a striptease for me?"
"Oh no," Anthony thought as he felt burning desire course through him.
Expecting a rude response, Madison watched in awe.
Pivoting on his five inch heels like he'd worn them all his life, Anthony assumed a partial profile to Madison and stroked his hands slowly up his sides, fingers spread and following every curve of his luscious body before fluffing his long hair and whipping his head around. Turning his body to match, Anthony high strutted to the side as he stroked his hands down his front, lingering on his breasts before continuing downward. Upon reaching his thighs, Anthony slowly converged his hands toward his crotch up under his dress while simultaneously wiggling down into a squat on his fuck-me heels. Bringing his hands back out, Anthony deftly slid his panties off and around his heels before sinuously rising to a standing position and ostentatiously stepping out of them.
Madison was in rapt attention, unconsciously holding her now very rigid erection as she watched her husband arch back as he again fluffed his hair, nipples threatening to poke right through the thin dress fabric.
Anthony blew Madison a kiss and turned his back to her. Wiggling the tight dress up and over his head, he tossed it without turning around. Crisscrossing his hands over his breasts, left hand covering his right nipple and right hand covering his left nipple, Anthony turned and slowly strutted toward Madison wearing nothing but heels. Stopping just short, Anthony dramatically dropped his hands, arched his back and looked up.
Madison was momentarily frozen looking down on the end of this incredible performance and barely managed to grab Anthony when his expression changed and he wobbled.
