Tossing back the last remnant of her impossibly polychromatic cocktail, Frederica resumed her commentary. “And we’re back! That was Nikki, our former Hunter, turned Commentator; here at the exclusive Artemis Hunt!” she grinned as she handed the empty glass to a scantily dressed, attendant who stood barely as high as her breasts. “Let’s get back to Bran” she continued, “It’s just about time for him to resume his pursuit of Rose. He’s the only Hunter on her trail and she’s showing no sign of accepting a Sponsorship. Bran’s third tag on Rose, has reduced her to just two feet, nine inches. As you can see on our Tracker feeds, Rose has very wisely chosen to abandon the last of her clothing. Our thirty-three-inch nudie cutie has realized that she can much faster in the buff!”
“It seems that Rose has learned how important it is to stay undercover as she moves” Frederica smiled, selecting another cocktail from her petite server’s tray, “But she obviously doesn’t know the lay of the land as well as Bran! The principal feed has just switched from the Tracker that has been trailing our diminutive, red-haired stunner back to Bran’s helmet cam. More often than not, this indicates the situation is developing to the Hunter’s advantage.” Almost as if on cue, Rose appeared on the Hunter’s feed.
Zooming in on Rose; Bran’s camera tracked the progress of the desperate, disheveled minikin as she clambered through the tangled branches of a dense rhododendron thicket. “Here she comes now" Frederica gloated, sipping her drink, “He’s circled around ahead of her. Bran anticipated her route perfectly and has established his ambush most expertly.” Between the Tracker cam and Bran’s head camera, the Sponsors were treated to the equivalent of a front row seat as Bran’s small, nude quarry picked her way through the foliage until she was close enough for a clear shot.
“She doesn’t see him! He’s going to make his fourth tag!” Frederica cheered, “He’s got her!” The condenser’s charge caught Rose completely off guard. Visibly staggered; the diminutive coquette momentarily froze as her body began to dwindle once more. “There it is! We have a curious situation developing in our flower garden. This lovely flower began her day as a beautiful, big grandiflora but it seems that by this evening, she’ll be just a miniature rose! Or perhaps, a little bud? This tag will reduce our delightful, little Rose from thirty-three down to twenty-six inches. Can you imagine how sweet she’ll be when she’s just two-foot-two? “
The monitors in the Chateau switched back to the Tracker cam as Bran settled to the ground and the steadily shrinking Rose resumed her frenzied efforts to find a safe refuge. Her size didn’t change quickly enough to be perceptible to the Sponsors but it was clear that she was now a tiny midget, little more than two feet high, scrambling naked over the leaf litter and ducking under branches in her frantic attempts to elude Bran.
“That’s the fourth tag on Rose. Just one more and she can be collected as a Prize by any Hunter who nets her. Her trail is becoming harder to follow now that she is so very, very tiny!"
@cyberpool The second pick gives me a more, divine reverence vibe. Like she is looking at some otherworldly power. And, I mean, it’s sure gunna feel like a force of nature when it’s ramming in and out of her~! 😍
I definitely would shrink a woman in a world where everything about it was already figured out and safe and common with a partner who felt like her shrunken self was her “true” self. It just feels like it makes sense to me.
I’d want to be in control of her shrinking, though. Sometimes I’m in the mood to cuddle a proportional three foot tall woman, sometimes, I want to feel use a four inch woman as my little lap fidget toy.