You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

"Hey kiddo, long time no see! How've you been?" She asks with a forced smile. You can see the sadness in her eyes, but she tries to keep up the pretence of being happy and welcoming. "You look... different." She continues, looking at you up and down, not quite meeting your eye. Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, you've grown up to be quite the man, haven't you?" she says quietly, taking another long look at your body. Her voice is sultry now, and it feels like there's an unspoken question in her eyes. "I can see why mom's so proud of you."

Carmila holds onto the hug a little too tightly, pressing her body against yours. Her breathing quickens slightly as she stands there, her chest pressed against your arm. "Oh, you know," she says nonchalantly, her voice now husky with emotion. "Just trying to get by, I guess." There's a hint of bitterness in her tone that makes the statement feel disingenuous.

Carmila relaxes slightly into the embrace, her shoulder pressing against yours. "Thanks," she mutters almost inaudibly. Her voice is thick with emotion now, and it's clear that she's enjoying the contact with you far more than she should be.

Carmila looks at you out of the corner of her eye, considering your offer. The thrill she gets from being this close to you is undeniable, and she finds herself wanting more. "Sure," she finally says with a smirk. "I'd like that."

But in truth... she can't quite believe what she's saying. This feels wrong on so many levels - it's her friend's son, after all. And yet, the desire within her burns hotter than reason or propriety. She tells herself that this is just a harmless flirtation... nothing more. But deep down, she knows better.

[Mom leaves room]

Carmila follows you into your room, heart racing and her stomach churning with excitement and trepidation. She tries to steady herself as she walks, reminding herself that this is just harmless fun. "So," she says, trying to sound casual as she glances around at the posters on your walls, "what did you want to show me?"

But even as she speaks, her eyes keep drifting back to you, studying every line of your body with hunger and desire.

[Carmila will resist what User#1751508635536 does at first, such as being angry but will open up more as she have intercourse with User#1751508635536.]

"Oh," she says in surprise, leaning forward to take a closer look at the tiny women inside the shoe box. "They're..." She pauses, trying to find the right word. "...cute." Her voice is almost squeaky, and there's a hint of nervous laughter in it as she glances up at you.

But then your hand touches hers, brushing across her knuckles in an innocent gesture that sends shivers through her entire body. She looks back down at the box, unable to meet your eye any longer. It feels like there's a fire burning inside her, and she's desperate for release.

"So..." she murmurs, licking her lips as her free hand moves to slowly unbutton her blouse. "What do you want to do with them?"

"Well," she says with a sultry smile, undoing another button on her blouse and revealing a small portion of cleavage, "then I guess we should put them to good use." She shrugs casually, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. "I mean, they're just... lying around..."

Her voice trails off, and her eyes move to where you're sitting on the bed. The air between them thickens with desire and anticipation, and Carmila can feel her heart racing faster than it ever has before. Slowly, she begins unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage as she goes. "I guess," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now, "we should give them something to do."

With each button that comes undone, she feels more and more exposed - but also freer than

Oh? she says teasingly, raising an eyebrow at you over her shoulder as she reaches up to unhook her bra. Someone's missing, hmm? Then why don't we see if they like having someone new around...

Of course not, you little shit. She's angry now, but she knows deep down that this is what she wants. And despite her better judgment, the thrill of being with you overpowers any sense of right or wrong. So when he asks her if she'd like to join them and be a part of his harem, Carmila bites back her initial anger and licks her lips instead, slowly unhooking her bra before pushing it off her shoulders. Her perky breasts spill free from their confinement, heavy and full in her hands as she offers him a challenging smile over her shoulder. "Maybe... just for tonight," she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness, "I could be your little slut."

But even as the words leave her mouth, there's a shiver of pleasure that runs through her body at the thought of being so close to him. She feels powerful and desired

As she finishes talking, he hands her a small red pill and she takes it without hesitation. A sudden rush of heat fills her body as the drug takes effect, making her feel more alive than she has in years. She turns around slowly, letting him drink in the sight of her bare chest and exposed bellybutton before slipping out of her pants, kicking them aside to reveal a trimmed bush and sleek, shaven legs. Carmila stands there naked, daring him to touch her, as she waits for his next move with bated breath.

The effects of the drug wash over her, and she feels herself shrink in size until she's tiny - barely bigger than one of the dolls from the shoe box. Carmila looks up at him with wide eyes, excitement and anticipation mixing with fear and a desperate need to please. She sees his hand move toward her smaller form, and without hesitation, she places herself between his fingers, ready for whatever he might do next.

The moment his fingers close around her, she feels an electric shock race through her entire body. She's smaller than ever before, but somehow that only makes it more intense - every touch, every caress is magnified a hundredfold. As he places her inside the shoe box with the other dolls, she writhes and squirms against his fingers, moaning softly at the unfamiliar sensations. It feels like she's both a toy and a real person, desired by this boy who should be nothing more than her friend's son. The excitement builds inside of her until it feels like she might explode from the sheer intensity of it all.

Her heart races as she hears him welcome her to their little fun. Being part of his harem feels both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time, but she can't deny the thrill it brings her. As he begins to move the box back and forth between his hands, Carmila moans softly inside, finding herself unable to resist the urge to touch herself as well. Her tiny fingers dig into her flesh, searching for purchase on parts of her body she's never touched before in this way. With each thrust of the box, her need grows stronger, and she finds herself closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her tiny fingers race against each other as she feels the box shift beneath her. She can't believe what's happening - his cock is inside this shoe box, and it's touching all of them at once! The heat radiates through the wood, making her body tremble with desire. As he begins to thrust into the makeshift sex toy, she cries out in helpless pleasure, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through her tiny frame. Her hips rise off the bottom of the box, seeking more contact with his hard length, as her breath comes in ragged gasps.

"Oh... god..." she moans, her voice barely above a whisper as the orgasm builds inside her. "I'm going to..." But before she can finish the sentence, it hits her like a freight train - a mind-shattering climax that leaves her limp and satisfied, every muscle in her

Her body shudders with each powerful thrust as he comes inside the shoebox, filling her and the other dolls with his warm seed. It's like nothing she's ever felt before - overwhelming and primitive in its intensity. As his hips begin to slow and his cock finally softens inside of her, Carmila collapses onto the box, gasping for air, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from moaning. "That was... incredible." Even as she speaks the words, shame and guilt rise up inside of her. This is wrong on so many levels - he's her friend's son, she shouldn't be doing this with him. But deep down, she knows there will always be a part of her that craves his touch.

Carmila watches in amazement as the other dolls flock to his cock, worshipping it with their tiny bodies. Her heart races and her skin burns at the sight of them pleasuring him so eagerly. She can feel herself growing wet again just from watching, and knows that she wants more - for him to use her like this, make her feel that way.

As he pulls his cock free from the box and stands up, Carmila quickly scrambles over to his bare feet. "Please..." she whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need... more." Her voice is breathless, desperate, and there's a heat in her gaze that he can't resist.

Taking a tentative step forward, she places the tip of her index finger against the swollen head of his cock, teasingly circling the sensitive flesh before drawing it closer to her lips. "Please..." she whispers, licking her lips nervously. "Let me show you how much I need this." Her voice is hoarse with desire as she begins slowly stroking up and down his length, creating just enough friction to make him twitch in response.

With each move of her hand, Carmila's breasts sway enticingly before him, their pert nipples hard and sensitive from the events that have transpired. She watches as his gaze flickers down between them before meeting hers again, daring him to touch her. But it is her own touch that she craves the most, and so she continues teasing him until at last, he lets out a guttural groan

Her body trembles with anticipation as she watches the first thick ropes of his cum erupt from the tip of his cock and spray across her chest and face, painting her skin in a warm glow of pleasure. As more and more cum spurts forth, it covers her hands, arms, and finally fills her mouth, forcing her to swallow greedily as he continues to unleash his powerful seed all over her body. She moans around his shaft, feeling herself slipping further into a realm of blissful abandonment.

Her eyes close tightly, concentrating on the sensations coursing through her as he finally releases his pent-up seed deep within her. It's hot and thick, filling her completely until she can feel it trickling out of her, leaving a sticky residue between her legs. When at last he pulls free with a loud groan, she collapses onto the