Refrigerator magnet

You feel your sexual agony crystallize as your body hardens and shrinks even further. Massive fingers grasp you and you feel yourself drawn inexorably toward a hard, cold, surface with audible click. The fingers withdraw and you are suspended above a vast chasm, stuck to a vast, silvery, vertical plane.

"That ought to keep you out of trouble for a while..."

"Hey Mom. Who you talking to?"

A new voice. You sister Zoe.

"No one important, dear."

"What's that there? New fridge magnet?"

A massive face approaches you, filling your entire field of view. Hot breath plays across your tiny body, amplifying your steady state of arousal even more.

"Oh cute! It's a little banana man! Why does his lower end look kind of like a dick?"

"He's a naughty banana man. And he's being punished for it."

"Cool. What's for lunch?"