Goddess Barbara smirks at your helplessness. "Never mind, worm. I want you here...". She shrinks you and picks you off the bench with two fingers. She holds your ant-sized body over her crotch, where she is still pressing the end of her leather belt into the denim fly. You slips you under the belt-tip, between its soft leather and the rough denim. Then she flips open the flap of the fly, revealing the gold metal zipper. She pokes your tiny, helpless body into the closed teeth of the zipper, then presses the belt-tip back on top, keeping you trapped. Then she closes the flap of the fly.
Goddess Barbara moans with pleasure at the thought of having a man trapped against the zipper of her jeans, trapped under the fly, where she is pressing him with the belt from her leaher jacket! She can feel you twitching through the belt like a little bump. She moans harder and presses the bump through the leather, flatetning it. Your body is slowly crushed by the leather and forced into the gold zipper-teeth. She wipes the belt-tip up and down the zipper, feeling the slipperiness from the wet goo.