Hypnotizing

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 3

I don’t even have time to blink before he leans forward and presses his mouth onto mine, and at first my eyes widen at the sight of his face, so close that it’s blurry. But I don’t pull away. He pushes harder against me and I hold firm, eyelashes fluttering, breath growing shallow. When he pulls away again I’m left utterly longing.

I try to fight it. Really I do. I try so hard to snap out of it and step away from this man who’s confusing me to no end.

“Ryder,” I whisper, “I… I just, I hardly know you and–”

A powerful wave of dizziness passes through me, taking a good three seconds to disorient me before it’s gone. One… Two… What… just happened? I blink, slowly and deliberately. Huh. I thought I was going to pass out for a moment there, but everything’s fine now. I feel very… very… calm.

Ryder doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing. His cheeks are the slightest bit flush from the intimacy, and he’s still holding my hands in his. He squeezes my fingers as he responds to me.

“I’d like to change that, Isabelle. Like I said, I want to get to know you. I want to discover what makes you tick. Because I have a feeling I’m going to like what I find.”

It’s like my sense of reason has drifted down a river. And I don’t just mean because of hormones. I can’t put my finger on it - it feels like a deliberate and forceful thing somehow…

I mean, okay, thoughts haven’t completely left me. I’m aware of where I am. I’m aware that this entire conversation has been intensely bizarre. I’m aware of the fact that what this man just did might even count as assault. And yet all of these buzzing thoughts are so quiet, so distant. There’s a powerful tranquility in my heart that makes me listen to him, makes me want to open up.

“I don’t know if you’re going to find anything that interesting,” I say softly, “You’ve already figured me out. You’re right, I don’t like to stand out. There isn’t some dramatic reason behind it, I wasn’t traumatized as a child or anything like that. It was just a lot of little things throughout my life, I guess. My parents had pretty high expectations of me from a young age, academically at least. I always hated when the teachers called on me, which happened often. My growth spurt happened really early so I literally stuck out. Ugh, I remember one of the boys in middle school would call me Sasquatch. So many times I wish I could just vanish.”

Ryder doesn’t interrupt me, just listens with a gentle smile on his face and then nods sympathetically when I’m done. “I see…” he says thoughtfully, “You really are hung up on your height, aren’t you?”

“I’m the tallest girl in any of my friend groups. I fell for a guy in high school who rejected me because I was taller than him. I’ve always hated how I look.”

“Well that’s a shame. Because I think you’re adorable, Isabelle. Just look at those big, dark, puppy dog eyes of yours.” He reaches both hands up to take my face in them, the blurry edges of his thumbs just in my line of sight. “You’re as cute as a squirrel. Maybe before this is over you’ll be able to see yourself through my eyes.”

I feel another weird sensation. It’s different this time, more subdued, but after a split second of vertigo I see something that makes me gasp. I’m still looking at Ryder in front of me, gazing up at his chiseled face and entrancing blue eyes. But a different image suddenly superimposes itself in my vision. As if seeing something vividly in my mind’s eye, so vividly that I question what’s real for a moment.

It’s an image of me. Dark eyes looking up in a bit of a pout, mouth slightly ajar, cheeks pink with blush. But it’s not quite like looking at myself in a mirror, it’s from a higher vantage point. And in the vision there are large hands framing the sides of my face.

I jerk back and just like that, the image is gone. I blink furiously and start rubbing at my eyes, knocking away Ryder’s hands in the process. When I cover my face so that I see nothing but darkness, I can still picture it - his face as well as my own.

“Is something wrong?” the soft male voice asks from inches away.

“N-no…” I stutter, “I’m just… I’m… I… ”

Ryder chuckles. “Use your words.”

“Something weird is happening,” I finally confess.

“I have that effect on people.”

“No, that’s not what I mean–”

I groan, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyelids. Out of nowhere my entire body grows warm for a second, a flash of heat lining every square inch of my skin. It’s over before I know it, but I’m disoriented, wavering in place. I take a step back to keep myself from falling over.

“What is it?” Ryder asks.

“I feel dizzy,” I say faintly.

“Best sit down, then.”

My hands are still over my eyes, but his hands firmly take me by the shoulders and slowly turn me around, guiding my movements and making me step backwards. I feel the desk chair against the back of my legs and plop down into it. When I pull my hands away, Ryder’s taking a seat on his bed, our positions now switched.

As I stare at him, I suddenly feel the heat overtake me once more. My entire body is warm right on my skin, and I feel like I’m moving, somehow, even though I know I’m sitting still. And then it all stops again. What is wrong with me? Between the dizziness and the heat flashes and the strange visions, I’m clearly having some very alarming symptoms. In a normal situation I’d be panicking right about now. I’d be calling a doctor, or asking for a ride to the hospital, or Googling furiously to figure out why I’m dying.

But that tranquility that’s been dominating my mind hasn’t quite left me, and I’m still unable to reason properly. All it takes is for me to look into Ryder’s eyes again to feel reassured. As if I’m just being a little silly. Clearly I’m not dying. I’m not even in pain. Everything’s fine.

There’s the heat once again. And this time I realize what that accompanying movement is. As if I was subtly shifting and thus sensing my clothes more as a result, even though I’m not budging. I feel it the most at my feet. As I sit there, warmth kissing my skin like the sun, I notice that my heels aren’t flat against the ground, in fact they’re slowly pivoting so that I’m more and more on my tiptoes. The heat dissipates and things become still, but my feet are barely touching the floor.

I frown, trying to make sense of it. I move my awareness past my legs and take a quick glance around the room. Something is so off. But the conclusion I draw makes no sense.

“Can you see this?” I ask out loud. Maybe I’m going crazy. Odd how the thought doesn’t particularly worry me.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” Ryder responds, corner of his mouth ticking up.

“My feet are off the ground. They were touching the floor just a second ago."

“Huh, so they are. Wonder why that is…" His gaze is still intent on me, and then he reaches a hand out. “Come get your bearings."

His arm is long enough that I barely need to extend mine. My hand is drawn to his like a magnet. And as soon as I make contact I feel a shiver down my spine.

Except… it’s a shiver of pleasure. There’s a not-unpleasant swirling at the pit of my stomach and I worry self-consciously that my palms have started sweating. I find myself biting my lip and am acutely aware of how much I’m blushing right now. I don’t say a word, afraid of what sound might come out if I open my mouth.

Ryder’s fingers close around mine and he helps me back to my feet without standing up from the bed. I gawk at his face as I get up. God, he’s so hot. I’m so captivated that I can think of nothing else for a moment. That stirring at the base of my abdomen is unignorable at this point as I feel increasingly aroused. I know this isn’t the time, but I can’t fucking help it as something as simple as him holding my hand is driving me insane right now. The muscles between my legs tighten uncontrollably.

Finally I yank my eyes away and take a look around myself. Now that I’m standing the change is unmistakable. I’m shorter. Like… a good five or six inches shorter than I was a few minutes ago. If my sweatshirt was oversized before, I’m starting to look like a kid wearing their parent’s clothing. What… in the actual fuck…?

Holy shit, it’s happening again. As I feel the warmth fill my body, I’m able to anticipate it this time, and I watch the changes in my environment. The shelf that used to be at my chin height and had then met my eyeline is now rising to be taller than me. The carpet strands of the shaggy rug I’m standing on tickle my feet as they stretch up towards my ankles. And the butterflies in my stomach are swirling and swirling as Ryder’s hand seems to swell around my own. My face is flushing, the pleasure is insanely distracting. I let out a gasp, but it sounds more like something from an erotic film than one of distress.

The heat dissipates right as my shorts and underwear fall to the floor.

My breath comes in short as I look around wide-eyed. I’ve imagined so many times what it might be like to be shorter, but this is ridiculous. “Something’s happening, Ryder,” I choke out.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he responds, amused. He’s still holding my hand and I don’t resist him when he pulls me closer to him. I don’t even question how nonchalant he’s being. “If I had to guess, it looks like you’re only about… hmmm, maybe four… four and half feet tall? And we were just talking about how much you hated your height.”

Even though he’s sitting and I’m standing, my eye level is slightly below his. My sweatshirt is big enough to be like a dress - a rather revealing one, but it covers my butt nevertheless. Ryder lets go of my hand and instead reaches down to my leg, just under the hem of my hoodie. His fingers wrap around my bare thigh without any hesitation, and he gently begins massaging it. I’m unable to suppress the quiet moan this elicits. Despite what should probably be seen as an emergency, his touch is just so enchanting.

And then he gives my leg a tighter squeeze and it’s suddenly all so obvious. Right as he puts on the pressure, I feel a wave of heat and I lose another inch or two right then and there.

“Starting to see why we’re compatible?” Ryder asks with a smirk.

I blink at him, bewildered. “You’re doing this, aren’t you?” I confront.

His smirk becomes a grin. “Busted.”

“You’re doing something to my brain,” I say, short of breath from my cocktail of apprehension and arousal. “You’re making me okay with this even though I shouldn’t be.”

“‘Making you’ is a little strong. It’s all within you, Isabelle. I’m just helping it come to the surface.”

I shake my head in weak protest. Finding my words is like grasping at smoke. “No, that… that’s not…”

And there’s that influx of calm. As if a dose of anesthetics was being pumped straight into my veins, immediately sedating the rising fear. I can’t think straight, but that doesn’t seem to really matter right now. There’s nothing to worry about. Ryder’s here with me, everything’s alright.

He’s massaging my thigh again and I manage to stay on my feet despite feeling weak in the knees. My chest heaves under the heavy weight of my shirt and hoodie. And I’m slowly shrinking again, I’m warm and I’m wet and I’m gasping for air. As I lose height, his comparatively growing hand, despite staying level, naturally makes its way higher up my leg, under the edge of my clothes. The fingers open up as I dwindle, ready to gently catch my descending rear. He feels me up, and now I’m seeing the signs of lust in his eyes. My hands clench into fists at my side as I put all of my energy into the simple act of standing upright under the force of all the other sensations crashing down over me like the ocean.

After a few moments of fondling and caressing, Ryder switches gears. His hand traces along the side of my hip, he slips it between my legs, and then smoothly inserts his middle finger inside me. I gasp and sigh and moan, squeezing my eyes shut as my body contracts. Even though it’s just one finger, I can feel it expanding and all of my muscles are tightening around it. The digit curls in, pleasuring me with a confident ease. Despite the tranquility that’s covering me like a weighted blanket, my heart is racing as the ecstasy builds and builds.

“Let’s see if we can peel back some of those layers,” the growing man murmurs, “Uncover the real you… Will you come on this journey with me?”

I open my eyes and look up at him - yes, I’m having to look way up despite him sitting on his bed - and he’s wearing a cocky smirk.

“Get it?” he says, hand squeezing, “Come?”

I yelp as I release, my juices flooding his generous fingers, the warmth no longer from the shrinking effect but from my own overwhelming lustful flame. My knees finally give out.

[Olo]

@littlest-lily

When possible, imprinting her shrinking experience with arousal and release is the best way to acclimate her to your custody. @MightyTinyGiant likes to use it, particularly for dubcon encounters.

“Get it?” he says, hand squeezing, “Come?”

Tsk. I feel like Hannibal Lecter criticizing Ryder’s banter, botching a well-executed seduction with that junior-high-grade innuendo.

[littlest-lily]

@Olo Best way to brainwash her you mean hehehehe

And don’t worry, you can totally make fun of him (and my meager attempts to make him sound young and dumb lol). If Isabelle had been in her right mind she absolutely would have rolled her eyes at that, crush or no crush

[miss-lillipants]

@littlest-lily said in Hypnotizing:

meager attempts to make him sound young and dumb lol

I think you’re doing a great job channelling obnoxious college dude. Like it’s making me uneasy. But I am hooked, very curious as to where this will go!

[souperman]

I like that there are reasons on both sides that enjoy making her smaller, even if hers has to be pulled out from the subconscious. Excited to see.how far he’ll take her!

[littlest-lily]

@miss-lillipants Oh I’m glad to hear that! On both accounts heh

[littlest-lily]

@souperman That aspect is actually new for me, generally my fantasies involve a petite girl who gets smaller from either some accident and is rescued, or it’s a totally non-con situation. But this other way was very fun to write!

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 4

I fall to all fours, gasping, my hoodie bunching up around me as it barely seems to want to hold on to my frame. I’m swaying in the afterglow, sighing with a wonderful relief, even though I know intrinsically that whatever ordeal I’m going through is far from over. I’m no longer shrinking but I’m still so… so short. Not to mention the numbing effects of the induced calm - and even a persisting twinge of arousal - are still dominating my mind.

I look up at Ryder from my position down on my knees. My head doesn’t even quite come up to his own knee. He looks better suited to be a basketball player than a swimmer.

And I love it.

“Looks like someone needs a little breather," he chuckles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his legs as he smiles down at me. “You look so adorable like that… Any guesses to how short you’ve gotten?”

I smile as if I’ve had a bit too much to drink and shake my head.

“You’re just under three feet tall. Isn’t that something? Mark my words, you won’t ever need to feel too tall around me." He tilts his head, beaming. "Are you enjoying this, Isabelle?”

I answer without pause. “Absolutely.”

“Me too. I look forward to spending more time together. Though I’ll let you catch your breath first."

I sigh and shudder, struggling against my clothing as I push myself up so that I can sit on my heels. I gaze at Ryder’s legs just ahead, parked on either side of me, my eyes trailing up the length of his toned, magnificent body. I notice a subtle bulge between his legs, the way his biceps flex, his tongue hungrily brushing past his upper lip, all in quick succession. He’s intimidatingly tall, but I still want him so much…

As my breathing slowly levels out, he looks down his nose at me, like an emperor observing a subject from his throne. “I do love the way you’re looking at me right now…” he muses. “I know what I said earlier, about people vying for my attention. It’s true that I’ve been getting bored about the desperation with which people have been throwing themselves at me. But… I wouldn’t have gotten to this point if I didn’t want it. I like being admired. I want people to look up to me. Way, way up. Even if I’ve gotten pretty picky about who I send down there…”

My breath hitches. I should be scared of him, I know I should feel scared. But instead I feel… special. Like I was chosen for this, whatever this is. Like I should feel honored.

Ryder’s eyes light up with anticipation and suddenly he reaches forward. His hand is as big as a dinner plate, and he settles it right on top of my head.

“Break’s over, sweetheart.”

He pushes down… and down I go. The heat transports me towards the floor as I start shrinking once again under the pressure of his hand. Shorter and shorter, until the furniture looks more like townhouses and my clothes feel more like a tent. Shorter than any person should be as the world gradually doubles in size, and then keeps growing. Ryder’s palm completely dwarfs my head now as I melt under his forceful touch. I glance up, past the looming edge of the bed, up to his increasingly towering figure, and for the first time the word “giant” comes to mind.

“Down, down, down,” he murmurs, “Down where you don’t need to worry about anything anymore…”

The panic that’s deep under the surface is fighting reeeeal hard to come out now. But whatever domination this man has over my mind is stronger. I do little more than squirm as I’m shoved into the darkness of my own sweatshirt, and I can no longer say I’m wearing clothes, I’m just caught up in a tangle of thick fabric.

From outside my prison his muffled voice continues, and it’s also growing in size. “You can just relax now… Just be. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? There’s a price for that though, Isabelle. You just have to give in. Surrender control to me. That’s all it takes for aaall of your worries to melt away…”

The shrinking stops and I’m left stunned as I struggle to hold my own against the heavy cloth. It’s very stuffy and I’m having trouble breathing in here. I try crawling forward, hoping to reach some kind of exit in the darkness. My hands pass over what I realize is my bra strap, as thick as my pant leg would’ve been not so long ago, and I slink over it, feeling around blindly.

There’s light laughter coming from the world outside. “Wrong way, sweetie.”

I yelp as everything shakes. The tent is shifting quickly and before I know it I’m sliding, then rolling, then tumbling as light blinds me and cool air hits me hard.

For a moment, I’m on my back with my dizzied head lolled to the side. I notice the blurry sight of tall, green grass obscuring my view. But as my vision clears, I realize it in an instant. I’m not laying in grass, but on a shaggy rug. Those are carpet strands.

I push myself to sitting as my neck pulls back and my jaw drops at the sight of the room. It’s become as big as a warehouse. I feel like I’ve just been transported to an amusement park of some kind, full of structures both familiar and alien - I can tell that that’s a bed, that’s a chair, that’s a table, but all of them are simply humongous. Under different circumstances I would have loved to run around and explore it all, marvel at the magnified details and what it would have taken to manufacture all of these structures. And that’s the only thing that makes sense at first - that everything around me has been built to be oversized.

But within seconds I know that’s not the truth. Because also in the room is the fifty foot human being just ahead of me. At first he looks like he should be made of stone, until he moves subtly and I process the fact that he’s very much alive. It’s completely mind blowing.

The massive living statue has something familiar in his hands. The colors are familiar at least, but the size of my clothing is not. Ryder sets the pile of fabric to the side, making me jump from the sheer scale of his movements, before he leans back over to look down at me, eyes alight with interest. “There you are. Still as cute as a squirrel. Heh. Is this short enough for you, Isabelle?”

“Holy…” I stutter out, eyes wide as I keep looking around myself, then back at him, in a double, then triple, then quadruple take. “H-how tall did you make me?” I wonder breathlessly.

He seems to hear me just fine despite how high up his head is. “Eight inches. You know what, I don’t even think ‘short’ is the right word anymore. You’re beyond the point of human height, you’re just so… small.”

It’s such a simple word. And yet it’s taken on an entire new meaning for me, becoming an integral part of my identity in an instant. By some magical force, I’ve truly become the size of a doll. I slowly get to my feet, and for what feels like minutes on end I can only stare and stare at my surroundings.

“That’s right,” Ryder says, smile widening, “Take it all in.”

I flinch as vertigo hits - I’m still easily thrown off by every mind manipulation that’s thrown at me. I get double vision for a second, and then I realize I’m seeing another vivid image in my mind’s eye.

I see myself again. Completely naked, hair disheveled, a look of fascination and overwhelm on my face. And I’m way down on the floor, sitting on the familiar grass-colored rug. On the edge of my vision are some everyday objects that have found their way to the ground - a pen, a single sock, an empty water bottle. They all look so enormous compared to me. Not to mention the pair of feet planted on either side of me and making me look like a plastic toy in comparison. Watching myself like this puts things in a whole new perspective.

“Am I seeing what you’re seeing?” I ask faintly as I try to take everything in from both that projected vision as well as through my own eyes.

“Exactly. I just wanted to show you how little you’ve gotten,” the giant says with a nod, making the vision bob with his head movement, and then the picture disappears completely from my mind. “It’s almost funny to see you like this… Careful what you wish for and all that.”

I’m blinking and rubbing at my eyes, still seeing spots. When I drop my arms again I realize they’re shaking. In fact, my whole body is starting to shiver now that I’m nude.

Ryder notices. “Aww, are you cold? Let me help.”

I look up at him, though I’m not sure what I’m expecting. For him to hand me something to cover myself with? To use his crazy abilities to magically make me warm?

Instead, he doesn’t bother moving from his laid-back sitting position on the bed. There’s a small tremor through the floor, and I jump as one of the towering legs ahead of me lifts up into the air. I take a couple of confused steps back but otherwise have no time to react - his foot swings my way and knocks right into me, barreling me over so that I’m crumbling back to the ground. He settles it onto my front, toes resting right onto my chest, easily pinning me to the floor.

This is perhaps a little too much. The sudden weight isn’t quite painful, but I’m very aware that it could be if he wanted to hurt me. It feels like I could get crushed at any second from a twitch of his ankle. I writhe as I look up and up the length of his body, my distant fear growing more intense. I manage to wriggle an arm out from underneath him and start shoving at his toes while kicking at his heel.

“Shhhh,” Ryder soothes, and I can already feel an extra dose of sedative tranquility flowing into me, “Stay calm… Just relax… There you go. Better?”

My muscles melt under his mass, until I start seeing his gigantic foot as more of a weighted blanket. It’s not that bad. And to be fair, despite this position being pretty undignified, his skin does feel nice and warm against mine, and it’s surprisingly soft. If only he wasn’t putting quite so much pressure on my lungs.

Before I run out of air, I choke out the most urgent of my questions in my tranquilized state. “How are you doing this?” I gasp.

He chuckles. “Easy. Lifted my leg up. Set it back down. I’m not even putting any weight on you, not really. Still feels like you’re having trouble breathing though, that little chest is barely budging…”

I had, in fact, run out of breath, but Ryder seems to sense this and eases up on me, so that I’m able to clarify, “No, I mean, how is this all… possible?”

The giant smiles as he doubles over and lowers his head, looming over me. Jesus, his face is as big as a king-sized mattress getting pushed out of a third story window.

“I know what you meant,” he says, “I guess I’ve always been different. The details aren’t important right now. Influencing people’s thoughts and emotions is easy for me. As for the shrinking part, well…”

He curls his toes and I wince as they fondle my breasts in the process. Without my better judgment to guide me, I sigh longingly.

“…that’s special. You and I have a unique bond now, Isabelle. I can influence not only your mind but your body. All it took was a little kiss…”

He puts his fingertip to his lips, and then reaches all the way down to the floor to touch it to my mouth. The pad of his finger takes up over half of my face, and he holds it there for a moment, making it even harder for me to get any air. Weakly I kiss his finger back, and he smiles approvingly. His hand lifts up, hovering a short distance above my head. And he bends his fingers to playfully wave me goodbye.

I’m starting to feel a bit too warm against his skin. But a split second later I know why… The weight of his foot grows even heavier. His toes inch further up my chest. He’s got that signature smile on as he does his magic, previously infuriating but currently entrancing. I don’t want to lose sight of it.

But his giant body has other plans. I’m becoming small enough to get completely eclipsed underneath his foot. I manage one last strained breath as if about to be plunged underwater, and then his increasingly massive toes are sliding over my head. I should be thankful that he’s clean, nothing but the faint scent of chlorine persistently clinging to his skin from all the time at the pool. Still, I feel disgusted, humiliated, anxious and afraid.

And yet I’m not particularly bothered by any of these emotions. Not when it feels so right to be immobilized out of sight like this. To somehow be so lovingly embraced and carelessly dominated, all at once.

I briefly think about the little experience I do have with men. There were some jerks in the mix, but overall I’ve been lucky and was treated with respect and consideration the couple of times things got physical. As much as I appreciate that, though, in the back of my mind I’ve always fantasized about something else. Those fantasies only strengthened when I met Ryder, who always seemed to be the kind of guy to pin you to the wall and throw you on the bed. And now here I am, literally pinned underneath his foot in the darkness. Maybe this is what I wanted all along.

I have no idea how small I am when the shrinking stops. I’ve turned my face to the side to get whatever air I’m able, and I struggle to see in the dimmed light. The fleshy ceiling feels unbearably heavy, and I try to find comfort in the pressure best I can. I wonder how long I’ll have to deal with this. I can hear the giant’s tendons creaking with every minute movement, making me flinch and wince.

I gasp at a magnified voice that vibrates all the way down through the sole of the titanic foot. “Just hang tight down there. I’m almost ready for you, little one.”

I would lay here forever if he asked me to. Not that I have many options at my disposal. I mean, the fact that I’m content here isn’t even a feeling of my choosing… but it’s alright. I don’t mind not having a choice. At least, I don’t think I do.

With one last little push that compresses me into the fibers of the rug, I finally suck in clean air again as the foot lifts up and away. Holy shit, I can actually get a sense of its size now, it’s over fifteen feet long from toe to heel. I gaze at it rising up and up, like a truck-sized UFO that decided not to abduct me after all. Then it moves to land off to the side, and I suddenly take the rest of him in.

I can feel tears gathering up in my eyes for a moment, whether from awe or whatever deeply buried terror is still inside me. Ryder is standing now, shirtless and grinning, absolutely towering overhead. From my perspective on the floor he’s as tall as a ten story building. I feel like I’m looking up at a god, as if Apollo himself is standing over me, toned muscle and tan skin and a stature that takes my breath away.

“I’m sure it’s hard to keep track, so I’ll just tell you,” he booms, “You’re down to four inches now.”

The volume of his voice carries enough authority that I immediately scramble up to attention, clumsily hurrying to my feet. I take a couple of steps back just to try and get a better sense of what I’m looking at. I guess while I was out of sight he had started taking off his clothes, and him lifting his foot up just now is what allowed him to finish slipping off his shorts. He’s left in nothing but his boxers, well on his way to joining me in becoming nude.

There’s a prominent outcrop jutting from within his underwear - his hard-on is big enough to cast a shadow over me all on its own. Ryder takes amusement in this, and he redistributes his weight casually between each leg, causing subtle quaking in the ground as he briefly blocks me from his sight with his own member.

“I imagine that must be quite the view from down there. Is it sinking in how tiny you’re getting?” he asks. Maybe the question was rhetorical, but I’m finding myself nodding feebly, and he nods back. “Good. Then let’s get you off the floor.”

[SmolChlo]

“Down where you don’t need to worry about anything anymore” That felt reassuring to read.
I think it accurately summarizes how I feel about shrinking for someone. Like becoming their toy and not having to think or worry about anything anymore sounds comforting, I’m sure I’d be a little scared being so small but that’s to be expected lol
Great chapter!

[Olo]

@littlest-lily Ryder continues to take presumptuous liberties with Isabelle, but perhaps my favorite presumption is giving her a pet name. With peers one tries out a nickname to see if the subject will permit its use before adopting it. Ryder extends no such courtesy to “Sweetie.”

“You and I have a unique bond”

At least she’s honest with herself about how attractive she finds this situation and not pretending to be gaslit. I wonder if she’ll think to ask him how many others he’s “sent down there” and what happened to them.

Looking forward to the smut…

[souperman]

@littlest-lily said in Hypnotizing:

I would have loved to run around and explore it all

As much fun as that would be to see from her perspective, I’m glad he put his foot down on that idea

[littlest-lily]

@SmolChlo 100%! Relinquishing control like that sounds both really scary but also sooo liberating

[littlest-lily]

@Olo The “others” will be addressed for sure! And yeaaah he is taking all of the liberties haha. In case it wasn’t crystal clear, he’s only able to do that so successfully because of the whole mind control aspect.

[littlest-lily]

@souperman Your puns are as bad as his lololol

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 5

I don’t feel ready for the sight of this colossus’ mighty body collapsing in on itself like an avalanche as he crouches down. His hand is reaching out towards me, as big as the falling ceiling of a room, and I’m taking timid steps back, eyes wide, until I brace myself by covering my face with my arms.

When the expected heavy impact doesn’t happen, I finally peek out from behind my tangled limbs. I spend a moment taking in the titan’s new crouched stance. His knees are jutting out well over my head. His bulging erection within his boxers is way closer now, making me shyly look elsewhere. His bare chest and his head are still so high up. And he’s set his hand down onto the floor beside me, waiting patiently for me to notice it. When I look up high enough for us to lock eyes, he smiles and the nearby index finger ticks upward a couple of times, beckoning me.

“I’ll take it easy on you,” he rumbles, “Plenty of grabbing to come later, I’m sure. Hop on.”

I still hesitate, but not for much longer. I can’t resist him. Obediently I walk over, and then I trip over a carpet strand that’s wound its way around my ankle as I reach him. I tumble right into Ryder’s hand, kicking away the offending green rope as I push myself up to all fours. Honestly, I’ll be glad to get out of this grassy expanse. Especially since being in this gigantic hand, it’s… Wow. It’s so much better. Warm and pliant under the weight of my frame, even though I must feel so light to him. I want to examine every inch of it, but I don’t have time to take much in as the giant immediately stands back up.

I gasp dramatically and curl in on myself as I hurtle upwards. Through a small gap between the fingers that make up part of my floor, I stare at the ground growing distant incredibly fast, and I tremble as I try to keep my balance on hands and knees. The fleshy platform elevators all the way up along the mammoth body, not giving me enough time to appreciate it, until it stops right in front of Ryder’s face. His eyes are so large, the irises like windows to the sky and the pupils as big as baseballs.

“This never gets old,” he murmurs. Even speaking quietly, his voice makes the air quiver like a speaker system.

I take in the details of his face, magnified to a staggering degree. I can make out every individual hair in his eyebrows and eyelashes, I notice the tiniest red speck of a blemish near his temple, and even though he’s clearly recently shaved, I can see the pinpricks of color heralding future stubble on his skin. Without thinking, I shift forward and reach an arm out to touch the tip of his nose.

“Ryder, this is… incredible,” I stammer, and I keep touching his face in awe. Robbed of my inhibitions, my habit of inspecting my surroundings takes over. I use his nose as leverage to stand up, then run my hands across his cheek and upper lip. The giant seems to enjoy this and eventually lifts me a little bit higher, so that I can access his forehead and brow. He closes his eyes for a moment to let out a content sigh, and I waste no time in brushing my fingers against his closed eyelid, marveling at the way it twitches gently at my touch. Then he pulls his hand further away, interrupting my exploration, so that he can better see me. I hold my arms out to catch my balance, managing to stay on my feet in his palm.

His fascination with me has only seemed to grow more. He speaks softly but intently, “I have to know… Have you ever fantasized about being this small, Isabelle?”

“Yes.” I surprise myself with this confession, but then backtrack and try to clarify, “Well, it was never quite like this in my mind. It was more during those horrible moments of getting called out for something and me wanting to vanish. Sometimes I’d imagine myself becoming invisible and sneaking away. But sometimes I would feel so embarrassed and down on myself that I would imagine myself shrinking, so small that no one would pay attention to me any more.”

Ryder’s breath hitches. For the first time since I’ve met him, he seems to lose his composure for a second. He shuts his eyes to regain himself, exhaling deeply and blowing my hair back with his warm, powerful breath.

“I’m sorry,” he says, opening his eyes again. “That’s very sad, but… also really hot.”

I keep my gaze trailed on his. Seeing that moment of his poise slipping is making me curious about him in turn. “What about you?” I ask, “You’ve fantasized about this before?”

“I’ve done this before. Many times,” he says. “It’s been a while, though. Something feels different this time.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Many times? Why? Just for fun?”

“Various reasons. But I mean, come on.”

I cry out as the ground underneath me suddenly shakes, the giant hand quickly moving from side to side to knock me onto my butt. Ryder claws his fingers up and around me, and since I’m sitting down now they’re easily taller than I am.

“Who wouldn’t want this kind of power?” he purrs.

My breath grows shallow as I see the hunger in his eyes. It’s humbling. And it’s exciting.

“Actually… I guess you wouldn’t,” he laughs, lowering me down to chest level so that he can intentionally loom over me. “That’s why you’re down there. And I’m up here.”

My eyes dart over to the edge of the palm I’m sitting in as I notice movement. The index finger of his other hand is sliding over the edge and glides over to me. It makes contact with my foot and slowly starts slithering up my leg. I shudder and take a tremulous breath in.

“Just relax while I get a good look at you. Gotta take in all these little details…”

His middle finger joins, catching up with the first and brushing over my other leg. The fingertips gradually float up the length of my frame, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I moan and struggle to keep it together as I soak in the feeling of getting lightly touched by digits that are as thick as my torso. The muscles in my crotch tighten and I press my legs together reflexively. The fingers reach my shoulders and begin pushing them down, until I have no choice but to let myself lay back in his hand.

Ryder indulges himself by spending a good while exploring my breasts. He circles each one with a fingertip, then his thumb joins in to gently pinch. I groan with pleasure, waiting longingly for the moments when his skin passes over my nipples, stimulating me without him really trying. My eyes dart between his fingers and his face, the concentrated look in his eyes driving me nuts.

“Why am I so turned on by this?” I finally gasp, putting a hand on his thumb but making no effort to push him away. “Are you doing that to my brain too?”

His eyes flick up to mine, hardly bothered by the interruption. “Not quite… It’s like I said before. It’s all right there inside of you. I’m just helping you feel what you want to feel.”

I close my eyes and wince at another prod. “I dunno…” I slur, only half present, "I don’t think sober me would… mmmnhh… would ever want this… It’sss… It’s dangerous. You’re so much biggerrr… You could hurt me by… by accident.”

I’m too enraptured to properly make out which of his fingers is where exactly, but while still being touched all over my torso, I also feel what might be a pinkie start nudging at my crotch. I open my legs in invitation, and even though there’s no part of him that can fit inside me anymore, the pressure of his finger is enough. The wonderful texture of his skin slides against my dripping sex, the ridges of his fingerprint driving me to insanity.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he soothes, finding a gentle rhythm with his fingertip. “I’ve gotten good at this - you’re safe. And aren’t things so much better without that pesky fear? Although… I will mention that I’ve never had anyone just go to town and start touching me all over like you did. I didn’t make you do that, Isabelle. That’s all you.”

My back arches from a wave of pleasure. I tilt my head back and moan helplessly. I’m hardly listening to what he’s saying but I’m loving the rumbling feeling of his voice.

“Just enjoy this, you horny little thing… Fuck, it’s so easy to get you to this state…”

As if sensing that I’m on the edge, the rubbing speeds up, and after a few moments a blissful bubble overtakes me, ballooning and bursting, and I cry out from another intense orgasm. My entire body tenses as I ride the sensation for several seconds before going limp in the giant’s hand, still moaning, still gasping, my skin on fire. God, I already know I could go again. I never want to stop.

I’m so out of it that I didn’t notice Ryder’s face approaching until it’s right on top of me. He gives the side of my body a tender kiss, and I still feel so sensitive that it’s enough to make me groan again. His lips are so huge. From my perspective he should look monstrous, as if he should be some mythical beast or a massive piece of machinery, and yet I’ve never felt more physically attracted to anyone before.

“There’s more where that came from,” he mutters against my stomach, “Better recover quickly, little one.”

I push myself up to sitting so that I can press myself against his cheek. I’m trying to calm back down, and in an effort to ground myself I start absently touching him again. First I trail my fingers against his chin, taking deep breaths. Then, with a bit more intention, I take a closer look at the hand I’m still sitting in. I hadn’t really gotten the chance to get a good look at it yet. I examine the folds of his palm, pushing against the springy flesh and tracing each line with interest.

Ryder pulls back to watch my investigation, biting his lip in amusement. “See, that’s what I’m talking about,” he says, “I’ve never been with anyone who’s quite so… inquisitive?”

I look up into his eyes. Simply existing under his gaze is humbling. There’s something about being small that feels incredibly vulnerable. Not just in the obvious physical way, but in the way where I feel like I can tell him anything. I blink up at him, hesitant, until finally I squeak out a confession.

“I… I-I… I really like dinosaurs, okay?”

There’s a short pause as the giant’s eyebrows shoot up. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Um… When I was a kid,” I explain, “I wanted to be a paleontologist. I knew everything about prehistoric life and would collect all kinds of fossils. My favorite thing was to bury stuff in the yard and pretend they were dinosaur bones, and later I’d dig them up and wash them off and study every detail. I was just so curious - I loved exploring and discovering and examining things. I was so heartbroken when I found out that a career in paleontology is a bit more complicated than that, but even to this day I’ll go into thrift stores to look around at all the weird stuff and just kinda pretend I’m an archeologist."

Whew. Definitely have never told a guy that before. Like I said… vulnerable.

Ryder’s smile has grown wider and wider during my little monologue. “There it is. I knew you had to have some kind of hobby.”

I wrap my arms around my chest and hang my head. “I know. It’s embarrassing.”

He scoffs, “What are you talking about? Who doesn’t like dinosaurs? You want to talk embarrassing, I like reading poetry.”

I’m about to tell him that I think his hobby is wonderful, but instead I gasp loudly as just then, without so much as a warning, he pinches his fingers around my torso from behind and lifts me into the air. My legs kick reflexively and I cling to his hand, trying not to look down as he dangles me in front of his face. He keeps talking as casually as if we were at a coffee shop.

“I love you wanting to be a little explorer, actually. That’s so freaking cute. In fact…”

I hang on tight as the giant begins to move. He glances around himself and then sits down, reclining back so that he can lay on his bed, and bringing me along for the bumpy ride. I drop even further as he lowers his hand down to his bare abdomen, depositing me right at his center of gravity. Even though he’s not particularly careful about whipping me around, the way Ryder sets me down is much more delicate, easing me into a kneeling position before his fingers release me.

“There you go,” he says, and I can feel more goosebumps forming on my legs from the tickling vibration of his voice running up through them. “Look around to your tiny heart’s content.”

I’ll be honest… I’m still really aroused right now. A part of me is frustrated that I’m no longer being fondled, and that part’s fighting against the side of me that’s inclined to examine and discover. But when I get to my feet and stare out at the expanse of Ryder’s chest, I start to think a happy medium can be found. His skin is shaved smooth and is taught against his muscles. His pecs are like two shallow hills. His abs are as vast as a luxurious hotel room. His head is propped up on a couple of pillows so that he can still watch me, meaning I can enjoy the beauty of his face in the background. This absolute specimen of a man is at my disposal, just as much as I’m at his mercy.

I start taking unsteady steps forward, though I quickly realize that walking is going to be a problem. The simple act of the giant’s breathing makes me lose my balance within seconds, and as he sees me flail my arms when I almost fall over, I now have to contend with his soft laughter jostling me too. I collapse to my knees when I reach his ribs, and I start crawling.

It hasn’t left my attention that I’m completely naked right now. I’m only sort of well endowed, and at this point my breasts are no bigger than blueberries, but my posture seems to be pleasing my massive keeper all the same. In the distance I notice the tip of his tongue protruding from the edge of his smile as he observes me scrambling over his chest.

I pause every so often to pass my fingers over his skin, feeling the slight fuzz of micro hairs that are practically invisible to the human eye. My little limbs occasionally make him sigh or twitch, and every time I trip over myself from one of his movements, Ryder seems to get a kick out of how helpless I am. I’m on one side of his chest when I curiously prod at the darker circle of his nipple, and between his reverberating groan and the fact that his hand briefly raises up into view, I think he’s on the brink of snatching me right back up. I’m not the only one practically drooling over the situation.

Several minutes of my exploration have passed, and I’m up near his collarbone when he finally moans, “Alright. I can’t take this anymore.”

I look up and sit at attention in response to the authority in his booming voice. I wait for an instruction or for a hand to come my way or something, but nothing of the sort happens. I crawl to a more reasonable distance from his face so that I can make eye contact, and he’s just staring at me. After a few moments of staring back in confusion, I take notice of the fact that I’m pretty warm. Thankfully his body heat has been enough to keep me going thus far, but… This is something else. This is a bit more like a sunburn. My head jerks up as I look back at the giant in abrupt realization.

“Yes,” Ryder says softly with a devilish smirk, "I’m shrinking you again. Veeery slowly this time. Until you get to your destination.”

The open-ended nature of this one leaves me nervous. “Wh-wheres that?” I ask.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Take a guess. Where do you think I want you right now?”

I notice the level of lust in those massive sky-blue eyes and from how shallow his breath feels underneath me. It doesn’t take some kind of mind manipulation for me to know exactly where his own mind’s at. Instead of answering verbally, I turn my head to look down the length of his body, to the faraway gray patch of his underwear that I’d avoided up until now.
I can hear the smile in Ryder’s voice as he rumbles, “Better hurry.”