Diminution Man

Chapter 1

“Ellie?” I heard Danny call from beyond the bedroom door. From the sound of it, he was in the kitchen, or maybe the living room.

“I said, just a minute!” I felt a pang of regret as the words sounded harsher than I had intended. I sighed inwardly, dropping my head back down to the mattress. I was laying face-up, watching the ceiling fan rotate in a sort of after-work decompression ritual. Work had been stressful lately, but I shouldn’t make Danny feel like he’s my stress outlet. I’d find a way to make it up to him later.

I kicked off my heels and lay there silently for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of stretching out on the mattress after a day spent on my feet. A stray lock of pale blonde hair tickled my nose, and I blew it away absently, my unfocused eyes looking through the ceiling. I stretched my arms out over my head, luxuriating in the small amount of alone-time that I would have for the day.

As if on cue, I heard a soft knock at the door. I closed my eyes, preparing myself to be pulled out of my reverie, then heard the door slide open over the carpet.

“I figured you could use a glass.” I opened my eyes and looked over, seeing Danny holding a glass of wine in each hand. “I opened a bottle of your favorite,” he said with a tentative smile.

“I thought we were saving those for special occasions,” I said as I sat up and reached for a glass. He visibly relaxed as he reached out with a glass to meet my hand.

“Well, you seem like you could use it.”

I let a thankful smile reach my lips as I studied his face for a moment. I decided that his concern was genuine, probably caused by my tone when I had called back to him. I reached out to his forehead, using two fingers to push back a curl of dirty-blond hair that was hanging down. He had grown it longer than he usually kept it, but I still thought that it would look better if he let it grow even longer.

“Look, I’m sorry if it sounded like I snapped at you earlier. I didn’t mean it that way.” I took a sip of my wine. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste. Mmm, he was right. I did need this.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as he sat next to me on the bed. He held his glass in is right hand as he slid his left around my waist and gave me a one-armed hug. “I know you’ve been stressed lately.” I took a larger sip of wine as he turned slightly to look at me more squarely. “If you need anything,” he said, “you can tell me. Even if it’s time by yourself.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you. I do want to. It’s just …” I searched for a delicate way to state this, the way that would be least likely to hurt his feelings. “Just that I relax best when I’m alone.”

I took another large sip of my wine, suddenly realizing that I was already feeling its effects. I became very aware of his hand on my hip, touching my skin just above my skirt. I tilted my hips back, feeling an arousal awakening within me. I put my hand over his, guiding it back and forth in a slow caress.

“Oh, so now you want company?” He smiled gently as he leaned in to kiss my neck. He knew what I liked. He planted a pair of soft kisses before scraping his teeth gently on my earlobe. “I always thought that this was what relaxed you best,” he said softly in my ear. Touché.

I drank from my wine glass again, noting that there was only about a third of it left. I eyed the glass for a second, then downed the rest. I had something else on my mind now.

I stood up, leaving his embrace long enough to place my wine glass on my dresser. I turned around to see that Danny was on his feet, as well. He stepped toward me, raising a hand to my cheek. I closed my eyes in response, anticipating, then feeling the electricity of his fingers on my skin. That wine was having more impact than I expected.

I usually loved our coy foreplay, but just didn’t have the patience for it tonight. I lunged in to kiss him full on the lips, letting my hands roam around his body, and feeling his on mine in return. I intensified my kiss, noticing that I had involuntarily started rubbing my pelvis slowly up and down on his thigh. I felt his left hand slide down and firmly grip my butt, sending a surge of sexual energy through me.

I broke our kiss and pushed him back a step, gasping for breath after our ferocious kiss. God, I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. In one practiced motion, I slid my top over my head, exposing my plain white bra. I tugged upwards on the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to do the same. He grinned at me as he obliged, and I slid my skirt down off my hips while he did.

I watched his body undulate as he took off his shirt, admiring what I found. He wasn’t muscular, but he was fit, and he had been working to get more definition for months now. It was finally starting to pay dividends. I looked into his deep brown eyes as I reached for his chest, sliding my palms slowly up over his shoulders before crossing them behind his neck. He reached around my waist, pulling my hips into him as we kissed again.

The touch of his skin on my stomach sent another surge through me, and made me aware of the cloth that prevented my breasts from also feeling his skin. It was a frustration that I quickly remedied, reaching behind me to undo the clasp and letting my bra fall to the floor. I immediately moved forward, squishing my breasts against his chest. I shivered involuntarily at the contact.

I leaned into Danny harder, feeling my arousal build still further. This was exactly what I needed. I planted small kisses on his shoulder as I felt his hands caress up and down my back. My kisses moved downward, across his chest, then down his stomach to his navel.

“Hmm, what are you looking for?” he asked teasingly, as if he didn’t know exactly what I wanted. I looked up to see him smiling broadly at me. “Just looking for what belongs to me,” I responded in an equally playful tone. I undid his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.

Danny was more aroused than I had realized, with his cock now standing nearly at full attention. I smiled, leaning in so that I could lick it lightly. It jumped upwards in response, making me smile with satisfaction. I was trying to make this erotic, but I wasn’t sure whether I could restrain myself for much longer. I reached my right hand down to my panties, feeling that they were already soaked through. My left hand went to his cock, softly stroking it as I gently took the head in my mouth.

I slowly worked my tongue around his head, feeling a slight but noticeable stiffening as I did. I pressed my hand to my panty-covered clit, rubbing slowly in circular motions as my arousal built even higher. I whimpered around his cock as my hips involuntarily pushed my clit harder into my fingers.

Enough. I needed to be filled, and couldn’t stand to wait any longer. Normally, I liked to draw out the foreplay, but tonight my need was too strong, too urgent. I slid my panties down as I stood up, grabbing his hard member and pulling him toward the bed. I turned into him, grabbing him with both hands as I leaned backwards onto the welcoming mattress. I pulled him between my legs, hoping that he didn’t feel like teasing me tonight.

I was in luck. I felt his head slide up and down my nether lips twice, then slowly slide into my entrance. “Yes!” I gasped as I felt my pussy spread to accommodate him. I crossed my legs behind his back, trying to pull him in deeper. But I couldn’t overpower him, and he was determined to take it slow. I worked my hips side to side in response, trying to draw him in deeper. “Please!” I moaned. He leaned into me, kissing my neck as he slowly pushed into me, causing a ripple of sensation that was somehow both amazing and not nearly enough. I bit my lip as I whimpered pathetically, willing him to move faster, relishing every instant but desperate for more. Then I moaned loudly as I felt his body touch my clit, signaling that he had penetrated me completely. I pulled hard with my legs, letting him know that I wanted to stay here for a moment, slowly moving my hips to rub my clit against him. I hadn’t realized just how wet I was, but I could feel it dripping down my ass and onto the bed.

When I relaxed, he pulled back, increasing his speed slightly. Yes! The sensation sent me still higher, and I reached down with a hand to rub my clit. But he saw my intention, and lightly grabbed my wrist, preventing me from attending to my own need. “Nuh-uh, you can’t do that yet.” I groaned in frustration; I didn’t want to be teased this time. My hips moved of their own accord, searching for the contact that my clit demanded. Danny pressed down on my stomach with his other hand, stifling my attempts. He let me writhe in pleasure and agony for a few moments, taking his time, seemingly reveling in his control over me. Then he brushed my clit with a thumb, sending a powerful jolt through my body, my back arching and muscles tensing. I felt myself clamp down on Danny’s cock, and he took the opportunity to thrust himself deep inside me, up to the hilt. The sudden, perfectly-timed shock was more than I could bear, yet somehow still didn’t bring the orgasm that I sought.

My eyes met Danny’s, silently pleading, and I knew that he could see my desperate yearning. I anticipated his accelerated thrusts, welcoming my imminent climax. But instead, Danny withdrew, and I heard a wordless cry escape my throat as my impending orgasm began to recede. “Danny!” My voice was almost a whine. “Don’t stop ….”

He turned me over expertly, and I rose to my hands and knees, one hand working its way toward my lower lips as I did so. But Danny was too quick, and grabbed my wrist before I could pleasure myself, pulling it behind my back. He then did the same with my other wrist, holding them both behind me with one strong hand, leaving my face buried in the blanket. I felt him stroke up and down my pussy with his cock, and I shuddered when it touched my clit, causing the heat inside me to rise suddenly once again. He lined up his head with my entrance, and buried himself inside me with a single hard thrust, causing my insides to liquefy with the sudden glorious invasion. I shrieked involuntarily, my thighs shaking.

“Sorry, I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“No, keep doing that!” He wasted no time, pulling back and slamming home again, even harder this time. His balls slapped against my clit, causing me to squeal again, the heat inside me turning incandescent. “Yes! Keep going!” I was so close to orgasm, I couldn’t stand it. He thrust into me repeatedly, and I felt my toes curl as the sensations drove me over the edge.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” Each thrust elicited an outburst from me, the pleasure spiraling higher and higher. “Yes! I’m coming! OH MY GO –” My voice gave out as my hips started to buck uncontrollably. My vision became useless and my legs gave out, leaving me held up only by Danny’s grasp. He kept his hips pressed against mine, preventing my inner muscles from pushing him out. My senses were all misfiring as my orgasm roared through me. The only outside sensations that came through were Danny’s startled “Whoa!” and an increased pressure inside my pussy, feeling like I was being stretched more than usual.

I found myself gasping into the comforter as my senses began to return. The corner of my mouth was wet from a small pool of saliva that I had left, and my knees dangled in the air as Danny held me up with both hands now, having let go of my wrists. Those were secondary concerns though, because I could feel that Danny’s cock was definitely bigger inside me.

“I guess you liked that, did you?” I taunted at him, wiggling my hips gently, trembling slightly as the movement produced sparks inside of me. I felt like I was dangling in the air, no longer pressed to Danny’s hips, so I hooked my feet around his thighs for better stability. “God, I’ve never felt you this big.” I started to push my shoulders up off the bed, but my arms weren’t cooperating. I didn’t mind all that much, given the circumstances. I was perfectly content to have my face in the mattress while Danny railed me with his newfound size.

I yelped as he started to pull backwards. Okay, maybe “railed” was a little ambitious. “Oooh! Go slooooow,” I stretched out the last syllable as he reduced his speed, causing me to shiver. God, that was intense. “Yesss, like that. Just don’t stop.”

I felt a small moan escape my lips when he changed direction and started back in. Several more escaped on the way, then, just as I became sure that I’d never felt him this deep before, I felt him bottom out in my pussy. This was a new sensation, and one that I wasn’t sure about, but the idea of him filling me so completely sent another wave of arousal through my body.

Danny increased his speed only slightly, but it was enough to drive me even higher. My knees were still in the air from the way he was holding my hips up, and I felt my wetness drip down my stomach. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I had another massive orgasm. I reached down to my clit, and was shocked to find that there was hardly any space between my clit and his cock. What was going on there? He must’ve been HUGE!

The touch of my finger on my clit, combined with the idea of his now-enormous cock inside of me, sent me reeling over the edge again. I felt my knees fly back and forth in the air as my hips rocked uncontrollably, dimly aware that I was letting out an uneven, high-pitched wail. Every muscle in my body spasmed, and I felt my pussy try to push Danny out, but his massive girth was unyielding inside me. My hands clawed at the blankets wildly, and my vision swam with indescribable colors.

Then my mind shattered.

All of my senses were still foggy when I felt a sharp, intense pain. It was inside my pussy, like I was being stretched even more – too far. I reflexively planted my feet on Danny’s thighs and pushed myself away, then let the fog reclaim me.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, waiting for the pieces of my mind to fall back into place. As awareness started to return, I looked around for Danny, and saw his blurry shape off to my right. My vision was starting to clear, so I decided to take a look at his cock to find out exactly what it was I had felt during that orgasm. I recoiled at what I saw.

His cock was gargantuan! Still erect, it was longer than my forearm and hand together – it had to be almost two feet long! No wonder I had felt like I was bursting. What was going on with him? I chuckled as I imagined how ridiculous a cock this size would look on Danny’s frame. I shifted my gaze to his thighs and stomach, and … it didn’t look ridiculous. In fact, it looked exactly in proportion.

What the hell was going on? I pushed myself upright on my knees, looking across to find Danny’s face, only to find myself looking directly at his navel. I looked up to see him towering above me, looking down with a bemused expression.

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head slightly. That was impossible. I looked again, but he was still a giant. This … couldn’t be. He must’ve been 15 feet tall!

“What the fuck? What happened to you?” I stood up on the bed to get a better look. But the view wasn’t much better; in fact, the ceiling still looked far away, even with me standing upright on the bed. I looked to the side, and saw that my eye level was below the top surface of my dresser.

No. Oh, no. I felt my stomach twist as the realization hit. He hadn’t gotten bigger.

I had gotten smaller.

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Dec 8, 2020 (Day 20)

Had she noticed me? It was difficult to sneak up on her, considering our size difference, and she often ignored me even when she was aware. I peeked inside a dollhouse window, moving my head laterally until Taylor came into view. She was seated, looking down at her lap, her right arm moving slightly. I guessed that she was drawing, as she often did lately; I had given her a stack of small paper squares, and let her shave a piece of graphite from a pencil tip. She was nude, as she usually was – she loved to play dress-up with her doll clothes, but found the fabric to be uncomfortable, so she only wore them for short durations.

I approached quietly, avoiding a floorboard that I knew was squeaky, and making sure to approach so that my shadow wouldn’t be noticeable to her. The house was on top of a long table that I had set up in one side of my bedroom, arranged in parallel to my bed. On the near end of the table was the console that I had built to control the shrinking device. The console was actually pretty crudely built, since I had been more concerned with functionality than appearance at the time. For a while, I had planned to build a nicer one, but then I had changed my mind, and decided to move to a more flexible computerized control system instead. But that was just one of many competing priorities, and I hadn’t found the time for it yet.

I paused for a moment, watching to make sure that Taylor gave no sign of noticing my presence. I settled into position, like a cat ready to pounce, then quickly opened the roof and reached inside. She looked up with a startled expression, just in time to see my hand reaching for her.

“NO!” She instantly sprang from her plastic toy chair and ran to escape, knocking over the chair and scattering her papers. “Leave me alone!” She ducked into another room, one that was harder for me to reach from my current position. That room only had one entrance, though, with a clear plastic wall to let children see inside. Knowing that she had effectively trapped herself, I took my time, walking slowly and deliberately to the other side of her house, where I could reach her more easily. As she came back into view, I watched her expression as I approached – a mixture of indignation and fear – and found that I was enjoying my anticipation of what was about to happen.

I pinched the miniature doorknob with a thumb and forefinger and pulled, gently but firmly, not wanting to break the plastic, but enough to overcome her efforts to keep the door closed. Taylor struggled adorably, first straining to hold the door against my strength, her feet sliding on the floor as she inevitably failed, her small weight not affording her any traction. Then she retreated into the far corner of the room, holding a bright pink toy stool in front of her as if she could ward me off with it.

“Just leave me alone!” I reached for her through the small door, and with an effort she whacked my hand with the little stool, groaning in frustration when she saw that it had no effect. I usually picked her up by her midsection, but decided that she needed an extra lesson this time. Instead, I grabbed one foot and started to drag her slowly across the floor. She tried to grab at the wall, then the floor, and then the table, each effort as futile as the previous. When those all failed, she began to beat on my finger with her fist, her face beginning to turn red from the exertion. “Let me go!”

But I had no such intention. I pulled her from her shelter, and she held onto the doorframe, hanging comically at an angle before losing her grip with a small, high-pitched groan. I let Taylor dangle by one ankle, and she gave up on using her fists, opting instead to kick at my finger with her other heel. On the third strike, I let her slip free, seeing her momentary panic and hearing her tiny scream as she suddenly fell, apparently not expecting that her attempt to loosen my grip would actually work. She fell about two feet before I caught her gently with my other hand, and held her firmly around the abdomen. I forced myself to suppress the amusement that I felt at her ineffectual tenacity.

“You’re being a very uncooperative doll, Taylor,” I told her seriously. “Do I need to remind you of your place?”

“I’m a person, not a doll, you pervert! You can’t treat me like this!” Her legs were kicking frantically as her hands worked at my fingers, trying and failing to pry each one in turn.

I sighed. “Obviously, you do need another lesson.” I reached behind me, pulling the wooden paddle from the back pocket of my jeans, and Taylor’s eyes widened when she saw what I held.

“W-What is that?” she stammered, and I smiled at her reaction. The paddle surface was about 3 inches wide and 5 inches long, with a handle of roughly the same length, and must have looked ridiculously oversized from her perspective. I had the idea of fashioning a paddle the very first time that I had spanked her with a ruler, and now I was looking forward to finally putting it to use.

I waved the paddle slightly in my hand as I answered. “This,” I told her, “is called a deterrent. Your previous punishments clearly weren’t enough, so it’s time to try something new.” I turned it, letting Taylor see that it was much thicker than the wooden ruler that I had previously used to punish her. I felt her redouble her efforts. “You can’t! It’s not right! I’m a human being!”

I set the paddle down long enough to adjust my grip on tiny Taylor, hooking behind her knees with my thumb and using my ring finger to bend her waist over the ridge of my hand, ignoring her protests as I exposed her delicate bottom. I picked the paddle up off of the table, then spanked her with a rapid flick of my wrist, the wood hitting her flesh with a satisfying thwack.

I felt the relief in her tiny body as the blow was less forceful than expected. I had fashioned the paddle from balsa wood, expecting that the lightness of the material would make it easier to spank her without worrying about doing any actual harm. Taylor was typically more playful about these chase-and-punishment scenarios, but sometimes, like today, she would make it more realistic. Her acting had improved over the two weeks that we had lived together – I suspected that some of her nervousness about the paddle had been genuine, but it was getting harder to know for sure.

Taylor paused for a moment in surprise, but recovered quickly, resuming her fruitless resistance. I wondered briefly how long she wanted to keep this up – she didn’t typically remain serious after her punishment began. I gave her another firm spank, eliciting a little shout of protest, and she started beating a fist against my fingers as she struggled. I gave her two more smacks from the paddle, each punctuated by a small squeal, and noted with satisfaction that her skin was only slightly reddened. I adjusted my grip on Taylor, so that I now held her around her midsection, no longer pinning her to a specific position. She glared at me as she rubbed her injured bottom. “Do you feel better about yourself now? Do you feel like a real man?” I ignored her acerbic outburst, slowly walking to the other end of the table.

As we approached, Taylor’s attention became fixed on the control console located there, and her tone suddenly changed. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Your attitude shows me that this kind of punishment isn’t enough for you,” I responded. “And your size is a privilege. Since you’ve proven that you don’t deserve it, I’m going to take some of it away.”

“No!” Her small scream was intense, but still not loud enough to fill the bedroom. “Don’t shrink me again! Please! I’ll do whatever you want!”

I reached for the dial on the left, and turned it to the setting that would reduce her from 9 inches tall to 6 inches. “Oh, It’s too late for that, Taylor.”

She actually bit me then, her little teeth sharpened by their diminutive size; fortunately, her jaw wasn’t strong enough to break the skin. I reached back to the dial, turning it slightly further counter-clockwise. “That just cost you another inch.” Taylor quieted at that, her body going still as she glared at me silently, and I was barely able to suppress my laughter at seeing such a serious expression on her adorable little face. The extra inch was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I wondered briefly if she would be okay with becoming that small. She had settled on a preferred size range of about 6 to 9 inches – 9 inches for living a doll’s life, and 6 inches when it was time to fit into my hand. She hadn’t expressed an interest in becoming smaller than that, and I hadn’t asked for permission.

I pressed the large red button on the console beneath the dial, initiating the process. I turned my attention back to Taylor, marveling at the transformation that had begun happening in my hand. I let my grip on her loosen as her miniature features became even more delicate, her small naked form diminishing further before my eyes. I clasped a foot gently between a thumb and forefinger, feeling the change beneath my fingertips, my hands slowly pulled toward each other as her legs became shorter. And then, too soon, it was over, the tiny nubile body in my hand now barely half the size that it had been a few seconds earlier, and a small fraction of her previous weight.

The chasing game was part of Taylor’s fantasy. While it was a turn-on for her, it was merely fun to me. This, on the other hand, sparked my arousal. I couldn’t quite place the reasons why, but I thought that it was the clear and overwhelming asymmetry in power between us. After the obvious futility of Taylor’s efforts over the past several minutes, to watch her become even more helpless, to become even less of herself, and to feel it happening in my own hands, created a rush of feeling inside me. I held her entire diminutive body in my open palm now, quietly studying her exquisite features as she recovered from the dizziness, and I noted that her little legs barely extended over the edge of my hand.

Taylor looked around herself, clearly realizing that she was now smaller than she had ever been. “No! How could you do this to me?! It’s not right! Please change me back!”

I smiled at her, thinking to myself that her outbursts were even more endearing at her new size. “I told you that your size was a privilege. And now, because you won’t accept your place, you’re too small even to be a doll. All of your clothes will be way too big for you.” I raised my palm, bringing her just below my eye level. Taylor scooted backward in my hand, her wide eyes looking up at me as I brought her closer. “You’re my toy now, Taylor. And I can do anything that I want with you.” I let my gaze linger meaningfully on her shapely, minuscule body. The meaning wasn’t lost on her. As if suddenly self-conscious of her nudity, she covered her breasts with one arm, then brought her knees together and up to her chest at an angle, hiding all of her intimate parts from view.

“No, no, that won’t work at all.” I pinched her wrist gently between a thumb and forefinger and lifted her slowly into the air, bringing her up directly in front of my face. Hanging in the air, still covering herself, she looked toward the ground briefly, then stiffened as she quickly squeezed her eyes shut. “Taylor, are you going to be a good toy for me? Or do I need to shrink you again?” That got her attention. I could see the small tremor go through her body, and she glared at me for a moment before breaking eye contact. Silently, her expression hard as she looked off to the side, Taylor let her limbs drop.

“That’s better.” I let her dangle in the air for a few moments longer, admiring just how cute she made it look, and I fought a sudden urge to tickle her little feet. It was difficult to stay in character sometimes, but so far I had always let Taylor decide when to end our games. Slowly, I brought my left hand up behind her, angled to lay her on her back as I returned her gently to my palm. I ran the back of a finger down her body, feeling the way her silky skin had been turned impossibly smooth by her transformation.

“No. No, please don’t do this to me.” Taylor’s tone had changed, now pleading instead of angry, gently pushing away on my finger while she shook her head. She really was getting better at her acting; if I didn’t already know better, I might have thought that she genuinely didn’t want this. Luckily, there were still a few telltale signs that verified what I knew: the way her breath had quickened, the hip movements that she couldn’t entirely suppress, and the way her hands gravitated to caress her body when she was focused on something else. For the hundredth time, I admired Taylor’s lithe little form, wondering what I could have possibly done to be rewarded with something this incredible.

I wanted to cup her tiny body in both hands and hold her to my chest in an all-encompassing embrace. But it wasn’t time for that yet. Instead, I gently caressed her legs and stomach with my fingertips, smiling as I noted that her resistance was rapidly diminishing. I moved my thumb and fingertip to her pert little breasts, and began to knead them softly. “Please! This isn’t right. You can’t just use people like this.” Taylor’s voice was so quiet that I could barely hear her now. At this point, she seemed to be struggling against her own desires as much as she was resisting me. She had her hands on top of my fingernails, but it felt like she was trying to hold my fingers in place more than she was trying to move them away, despite her words.

I couldn’t help a mischievous smile as I decided to tip the scales even further against poor little Taylor. I still held her in the palm of my left hand, and I moved my right hand away, continuing to massage her breasts with my left thumb. Taylor’s eyes were closed, her head tilted backward as she still shook it with whispered protests that I could no longer hear, preoccupied with her endearing mental struggle. Her legs were spread only slightly, allowing me to see that the sincerity of her protests was belied by a droplet of glistening wetness there. I turned my right pinky finger so that it was perpendicular to my left palm, moving it slowly between Taylor’s thighs, careful not to touch her legs. Then, moving it downward, I barely brushed her lower lips with the side of my finger. I immediately felt Taylor press herself against my finger and slide herself slightly upward, the sudden motion accompanied by a sharp gasp. “No! Please! I can’t take much more of this!” I chuckled softly; that last statement was probably actually true.

Taylor seemed to be on the verge of completely losing control, and I stopped moving my fingers, watching with amusement to see whether she would bring herself to climax while trying to pretend that she didn’t want it at all. Her protestations had devolved into wordless moans, and her hips were completely off the ground, gyrating slightly as she pressed herself against my finger. Her left hand had replaced my thumb on one of her breasts, and her right moved to tightly grip the webbing of my thumb. As I watched in fascination, she seemed to go through cycles, where she would mostly regain control, slowing her movements and steadying her breathing, only to struggle against her own arousal and slip into abandon once more, vocally denying her passions the whole time. I wasn’t sure how much of it was acted, but it certainly appeared to be mostly genuine, and from my perspective it was unbelievably sexy.

The pitch of Taylor’s outbursts had risen to the point that they were barely intelligible. “Oh God! Oh! Master, I’m coming!” I couldn’t entirely suppress a wince at hearing Taylor call me “Master” as she finally broke character. She had tried out a number of nicknames, including Big Man, Boss Man, even My Lord – which had interrupted a session with the fit of laughter that it had provoked – but she seemed to have settled on Master. I still wasn’t comfortable with the term, and I was certain that my discomfort was at least part of the reason that she had chosen it. I’d have to remember to punish Taylor for her impertinence.

But that was for another time. In this moment, now that we were no longer role-playing, I could drop the Bond villain theatrics and focus on what I really wanted: making my tiny little Taylor writhe uncontrollably in the palm of my hand.

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Roughly an hour later, we lay in bed, done for the night and basking in the post-coital glow of each other. Taylor was at her nearly-full size, eyes distant as I caressed her side with one hand, preoccupied with her thoughts. We lay that way in silence for several minutes, until I saw her eyes refocus, bringing her back to me.

She hesitated for a moment before she spoke. “Jacob, you’ve never called me a toy before.”

I had expected that she wanted to talk about something. But I hadn’t expected this; if anything, I thought that she would want to talk about my shrinking her by an extra inch without her permission. It also didn’t escape my notice that she used my actual name, for the first time in nearly a week.

“Did that bother you?” I asked tentatively. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just part of the role, telling you that you were even smaller – even less significant than before.”

“Well…” Taylor hesitated again. “Yeah, it does kind of bother me. A toy is something that you play with for a while, then just put it away in a drawer and forget about until you feel like playing again. I just… That’s not what I want to be.” Her eyes were locked on mine, piercing, almost pleading.

“Oh, Taylor…” I reached for her, and pulled her into me. “That’s not what you are to me. You could never be.”

Taylor accepted my embrace, burying her head into my shoulder. I held her tightly, rubbing a hand on her back. I still didn’t really understand why this had affected her so much, but I let that stay unspoken for the moment.

As I comforted her, I realized all over again just how right she had been – this was a good size for her. The feel of her body just felt like it fit right against mine. Or maybe it was just that she was Taylor, and it would always feel like she fit just right, no matter what her size was.

Eventually, I decided to break the silence. While I was enjoying the moment, I also didn’t want to leave this conversation unresolved.

“So, a doll is different than a toy?”

Taylor drew back far enough that should could look at me comfortably. She made eye contact briefly, then broke it, looking down as if unsure of herself. “Well, to me it’s different, at least. I think – to me, a toy is something you can just forget about. But a doll, you make sure she’s taken care of. You buy her clothes, and set her up with a house, and decorate it with her. You have tea parties, and bake cupcakes together. At least, that’s how I always thought of mine.”

She looked up at me sadly. “A lot of the stuff online – the stories and comics and everything – in a lot of it, the shrunken people aren’t treated like people. And I know it’s all fantasy, but…when you said that I was your toy, it brought all of that stuff forward. I just – I don’t want you to start thinking of me like that.”

I gave her a small smile. “I could never really think of you like a toy, Taylor. Actually, I don’t think of you as a doll, either.” I paused, unsure whether this was the right time, then decided to continue. “If anything, I think of you as my girlfriend.”

I felt Taylor’s body quake as she blinked rapidly, fighting tears that had already started appearing in her eyes. I hurried on, “I know we’ve just been treating this like an arrangement so far – you living your fantasy, and me with my research – but…I care about you, Taylor. And I’m pretty sure you already know it.” I softened my voice as I reached to her face and brushed away a lock of hair that didn’t really need to be brushed away. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She laughed softly as she used a finger to brush tears from one cheek. She looked down momentarily before looking back up at me, her eyes somehow even more vibrant. “So…you’re okay with having a girlfriend that’s nine inches tall?”

“Taylor,” I said seriously, “I’d be okay if you were three inches tall. Or three hundred.”

Taylor was nodding, but her tears had returned, and she took a moment to compose herself. When that failed, she slapped a hand against my chest and groaned nasally in frustration. “What kind of boyfriend would make a girl cry like this?”

I grinned at her. “A terrible one, obviously.”

“The worst,” she agreed, sliding a knee across my stomach as she climbed on top of me. Then, straddling my chest, she sat up and looked down at me, meeting my eyes as she wiped a cheek with the back of her hand. “What should I do to someone so awful?”

I raised an eyebrow. Evidently, we weren’t done for the night.

@countdowntoshame Thanks for sharing! Feel free to spam us with the rest of the comic

I don’t have any specific criticisms for you, although I do hope that we get a better look at Lily’s face at some point!

Chapter 2

One foot, ten inches.

I was one foot and ten fucking inches tall.

Well, one foot and 9½ inches, according to Danny, but I was rounding up. I had demanded that he measure my height, a decision that I was coming to regret as I began to fixate on the numbers. I paced quickly back and forth on the bed, struggling to make sense of the situation. My normal height was five feet even, so now I was just over one-third of that. Danny always liked to say that I was actually 4’11½", but that was horseshit. Not that I was sensitive about it or anything.

I stopped pacing when I felt my left hand on my clit again, my hips pushing forward of their own volition, a shockwave spreading instantly through my body. Wow, my button was hypersensitive tonight. I hadn’t intended to touch myself, but I was finding myself to be insatiable, and my hands seemed to wander whenever I didn’t actively keep them in place. How could I still be horny? That should have been the last thing on my mind, but it was a constant struggle to think of anything other than pleasuring myself. That, and one-foot-ten.

“Still? You’re such a little minx.” I heard Danny’s amused voice from off to my right. I avoided looking at him, remembering the visceral shock that I still felt each time I did.

“I don’t know why, I can’t help it. I don’t remember wine ever making me this horny before.” My voice sounded infuriatingly petulant in my own ears.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea.” I looked sideways at Danny, who was kneeling next to the bed so that his face was at my level. I knew before I looked that I would feel a shock again from the wrongness of it, but I still had force myself not to step backward as my mind tried to reconcile his familiar face with its unfamiliar size.

“A way to get me back to normal?” I asked hopefully, knowing how unlikely it was, but still searching for a way out of this situation.

“Well, no …. But I think you’ll like it anyway.” He reached toward me with one hand, lifting me off the comforter before I could react. His massive fingers were long enough to reach around my back, and his thumb rested just below my right breast. His grip was gentler than I expected, but I still didn’t like being handled without any warning. He pulled me toward him, then laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed.

“Danny, what are you doing? I think we should call a doctor or –” I cut off as he tilted my legs above me, leaning me backwards onto my shoulders, then spread my legs apart to expose my still-wet pussy. I tried to resist his motions, but it felt like trying to resist a locomotive, even though he only used a thumb and one finger to hold each of my ankles. He lowered his mouth between my legs, and I felt the blood rushing toward my nether region as his intentions became clear. But wait, the last time I shrank, it was during my –

I completely lost my train of thought when I felt his tongue brush against my lips. My response was explosive, and for a moment I thought that I would orgasm on the spot. My hips arched upward as a high-pitched gasp escaped my throat. I always loved Danny’s tongue, but this was magical. Its surface was still soft and yielding, but I could also feel the unmistakable strength underneath. I heard the numbers in my head again: one-foot-ten. I couldn’t let myself orgasm, or I might become even smaller. I tried to pull away from Danny’s face, but it was a useless effort. He sucked gently on my lips, and the heat in my pussy became an inferno as my defenses crumbled away.

I planted my hands on either side of his nose, trying to get any leverage that I could as I squirmed against his searching tongue. He leaned me further backwards, then tilted his head, bringing his tongue into contact with the entire length of my slit. That was something I’d never felt before. I rocked my hips quickly back and forth, my breath coming in short whimpers as I furiously tried to bring myself to orgasm on his hot flesh, my earlier resistance now forgotten.

I didn’t have to wait long. Danny let my hips down slightly before focusing on my clit, driving me even wilder. Then I felt an enormous finger at my slick entrance, and nervously looked up as I felt it slide inward. I heard my own low, ragged moan as my pussy adjusted and I felt myself nearing the precipice. His finger was now bigger than his dick normally was!

Danny’s giant finger started to recede as he refocused his attention on my tiny clit. His massive tongue undulated faster than seemed possible for something of that size and strength. It was enough to send me over the edge, screaming in release. The outside world faded away as I was carried in a torrent, only vaguely aware that Danny had released his grip on me.

When awareness returned, I was curled in the fetal position, occasional aftershocks still wracking my body. I decided to just enjoy the afterglow for a while.

But then my eyes shot open as an urgent question entered my mind. When I shrank before, it was during an orgasm. Was I even smaller now?

I stood up shakily, trying to gauge the size of the room around me. I stood bent-over for a moment, waiting for the blood to come back to my head before standing fully upright. There wasn’t anything nearby that would be useful as a reference. The bed stretched out uncannily far, but I couldn’t tell if it was farther than before. The wall, door, and dresser were far enough away that I wasn’t sure whether my eye level had changed.

Where was Danny? I looked frantically around for him, knowing that I could use his size to determine for sure whether I had changed again. I found him on the other side of the bed, looking down at a phone in his hand. I raced over as quickly as I could, clambering over the folds in the blanket. At least the mattress didn’t sink very much under my weight now.

I slowed as I neared Danny, my stomach starting to twist again as I saw his size. I was definitely smaller than before – his fingers were now longer than my arms. I sat down in frustration, feeling tears leak from my eyes as I slammed my fists futilely into the mattress. My frustration increased still further when I saw that the blanket barely even moved in response to my tantrum. After a few seconds, Danny’s sudden voice broke my venting session, and I looked up at him.

He was talking into his phone. “Hey Lana. We have a situation over here, and Ellie needs your help.”

I just want to say that this panel, stripped of any context, cracks me up:

It’s interesting to see other responses to this question – there are some harsh giants around here! Personally, I don’t really demand subservience from my tiny, so “punishment” is typically not geared toward behavior correction, and is usually more playful. That said, there are certainly occasions when she seems to forget exactly where she stands, and needs a – ahem – stern reminder.

I tend to avoid inflicting physical harm, so my punishments tend to be more psychological. For example, I use her fear of heights against her all the time. When she’s dangling high in the air, held by a wrist or an ankle just in front of my enormous piercing eyes, she very quickly remembers just how tenuous her position truly is.

One scenario that I love (and I think we don’t see enough of) is tinies caught in between giant couples. And there are so many fun ways to punish a tiny in that situation! My personal favorite might be shrinking her down to 2-3 inches and passing her back and forth in a kiss. There are so many things I love about it – we get to taste the delectable little thing, and hear her tiny shouts and pleas; she’s entirely trapped and completely helpless in the blackness; we can inflict it on her while pretending she isn’t even there, simply paying attention to each other; and of course there’s the implied threat of a final descent. Mmm… so good!

Another of my favorite methods of punishment is to shrink her to an extra-tiny size, then almost crush her with various body parts (especially the dangly parts). Or sometimes… whoops! I accidentally breathed too hard and blew the little speck away. Now she has to spend hours climbing back to where I can see her, if she ever wants to be restored to her normal not-quite-as-tiny size.

Since I tend toward the gentler side, she can get cocky about it on occasion. I used to constantly threaten to swallow her if she didn’t rein in her little attitude, and sometimes I’d reinforce it by shrinking her down and swishing her around in my mouth. But she was convinced that I’d never actually follow through with the threat, and one day she pushed a little too far. I suppose she never imagined that I’d simply tie a fishing line to her ankle so that I could retrieve her – after a minute spent simmering in my stomach, she never crossed that line again!

I felt like I should contribute something on this board, so here is my in-progress story. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Nov 16, 2020 (Day 0)

“Jacob?”

Taylor’s voice was clear and crisp, much higher fidelity in real life than it was over Zoom. I turned toward the sound and recognized her immediately, her pixie features framed by long, straight brown hair, topped by a pale blue beanie. She wore a stylish lavender coat and a blue-green scarf, no doubt selected to accent her emerald eyes. I stood, giddy at the sight of her, and I saw that my excitement was mirrored in her wide smile.

We were really going to do this!

“Taylor! How are you?” I walked toward her, meeting in an embrace after two steps. She held me more tightly than was strictly polite, as if she was afraid that I might slip away, taking with me all the dreams that she had shared over these past few weeks. For my part, I enjoyed the contact, taking it as a sign of endearment and excitement. After a long moment, she released me and took a step back.

The day was gray and chilly, an average Midwestern November day. Everyone around us was bundled up against the cold, hands in pockets or gloves, looking down at the ground in front of them as they hurried to their warmer destinations. A few wore face masks to guard against the COVID-19 pandemic, but most didn’t bother in outdoors settings like this, even with cases on the rise. I hadn’t seen a smile on a single face, until Taylor had turned the day abruptly sunny.

“Do you have it?” she asked excitedly, holding onto my hands.

“Of course I do. But we can’t let everyone see.” She glanced around us, remembering that we weren’t alone. She had chosen our meeting place, and I had been pleased to see that she had the presence of mind to choose a well-trafficked public place – even though we had seen each other a dozen times online, it still paid to be careful. It made me feel a little more confident that she could keep our plan secret.

“Right.” She shut her eyes for a moment and shook her head quickly, as if admonishing herself. “Okay, this way.” She turned to walk toward a grove of trees, and pulled me with her. I hurried to catch up, walking alongside her, matching her quick stride, still hardly believing that this moment was real. A minute later, we reached the copse, and sat together behind a pair of trees, leaving all of the potentially-wandering eyes behind us. Taylor watched me eagerly, and I took a moment to savor her attention.

Then I reached into the breast pocket of my jacket, withdrew a small jar, and handed it to Taylor. She gasped, her eyes fixed on the small creature inside.

“I can’t believe it! I mean, you showed me online, but still… It’s incredible!” She stared intently at the tiny gray squirrel inside, marveling at its stature. She tore her eyes away long enough to ask, “How small is it?” before returning her gaze to the jar.

“One-eighth of normal.” I found myself momentarily jealous of the creature that held her so captivated.

The jar fogged as she exhaled shakily. “One-eighth. That’s just about…” she trailed off.

“Right,” I said, continuing the thought that I knew was in her head. “Just about the scale that you would be. Maybe even by this time tomorrow.”

She squealed like a little girl before embracing me tightly once more. “I can’t believe this is really happening! I mean, I know we’ve been talking about it, but still, it’s…it’s so unbelievable….” She trailed off, quietly examining the miniature squirrel for another thirty seconds or so, turning the jar in her hands as she watched its reactions. Then she turned back to me. “Come on, let’s go somewhere warmer. I’ll make some hot cocoa!”

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About half an hour later, as I pulled into a space in the parking lot of Taylor’s apartment complex, I promised myself that I would be a perfect gentleman. That lasted for about twenty minutes, as we jointly fantasized about the things that we would do after she reached her desired size.

I had three orgasms that night. I lost count of Taylor’s after seven.

Love that adorable giant grin on her tiny face

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1)

I reached inside the front door and flipped on the light switch. The air in my house was cold, and a bit stale from my four-day absence. I walked inside, then dropped our bags on the floor inside the entryway, carefully placing the squirrel’s container next to them.

“Well, this is the place.” I pointed to the right. “The bathroom is the first door down that hallway, on the left. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I don’t have an extra bed, but you can use mine, and I’ll set up an air mattress in the spare room.” As I spoke, I walked down the hallway to the thermostat, then turned it a bit higher than normal, for Taylor’s sake. “It’s not very big, but it’s all I need.”

“It’s a step up from my apartment,” Taylor said, looking around the spartan interior. “Although it could use a woman’s touch.”

I laughed shortly, glancing at a cheaply-framed print on the far wall. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

She pointed down the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.” I nodded, and took the opportunity to start unpacking. I had packed light, so the task was accomplished a minute later, then I stripped the bed and began making it with fresh sheets. These last two days spent with Taylor had been pleasant, but it was still good to be home. Especially after a long drive. Now that I was alone, I found my thoughts drifting back to what Taylor and I were about to do, as soon as she was ready.

For the past few months, I had been working in secret on a device that could shrink living things. At least, so far it was only living things, although of course I wanted to find a way to handle inert objects as well. The underlying technology wasn’t actually developed by me, but by a team that I had worked with at my former employer, in an effort to develop a universal cancer treatment. Although I had joined the company as a scientist, by the time we started that project I had been moved into a managerial role, and no longer worked directly on the actual science. I was good at that job, and the paychecks were definitely larger, but I found the work to be less satisfying than being on the front lines of research. I had chosen to be a scientist so that I could help push the limits of human knowledge, and I felt like I had been losing touch with that passion. And when I tried to discuss potential applications besides cancer treatment, I felt like nobody would listen, not even the scientists on the team. It was incredibly disappointing, if not entirely surprising – after all, a reliable treatment for cancer was the industry’s holy grail.

So, I had left the company, gathering what data I needed to continue research in a different direction. It wasn’t strictly legal or ethical, which was my one area of guilt around the entire situation. I justified it by telling myself that I wasn’t competing with the company, or with the scientists who had put in the effort; instead, I was pursuing an area of research in which they were uninterested. An area of research that needed to be explored. The possibilities were mind-boggling.

Of course, the potential for abuse was mind-boggling as well. Which was the reason that I had kept everything secret. Before I publicized this research, I had to be sure that there were safeguards and defenses against such abuse, if it was even possible to build defenses strong enough. I wasn’t exactly sure how I would help humanity while keeping it secret. I wasn’t even sure whether, once I had the tech fully developed, I would want to keep the very idea of it secret, or just the inner workings. But I knew that I had to try. The possible benefits were just too great, and I felt like I had an obligation to pursue them. As far as I knew, there was nobody else in the world who was in a position to try.

And it would start with Taylor. Well, actually, it started with rats and squirrels, but Taylor was the next step. At some point, I needed to begin human trials, which meant that I needed someone who would consent to being shrunk. As it turned out, Taylor had always dreamed about exactly that. In fact, she was part of an online community of people who shared the fantasy. It was still hard for me to imagine that there were people who actually fantasized about becoming smaller, but I guess there’s a fetish for everything.

I had come across it while looking for fictional stories about shrinking. The literature was fairly extensive, and reading stories had already ignited several more possibilities in my head for how the technology could benefit people. So I made it a habit to periodically read more fiction on the subject. It was during a search for more stories that I had stumbled on some adult content about shrinking people. Curious, I read through several of these stories, and one featured a young woman who actually wanted to shrink, who had fantasized about becoming, in essence, a living Barbie doll. Excited, I had immediately stopped reading, and began a search for people who shared that desire. If I could find someone who advertised that they wanted to be shrunk, that would directly solve the thorny problem of finding a person to test the device with me. I had expected to find maybe a few people who fantasized about it. Instead, I found that there was an entire online community.

It was there that I met Taylor, and once we started conversing, I felt like we had an immediate rapport. I had online conversations on the subject with several dozen people, but Taylor was the only one that I had a video call with, and eventually she became the only person to know my secret.

“How can you even think about sheets right now?” Taylor asked suddenly as she walked into the room, her business finished. It looked like she’d taken the opportunity to brush her hair, as well. I was presently stretching the fitted sheet around the last corner of the mattress. It always seemed just a little bit too small to fit quite right.

“Well, it needs to be done at some point, and you were busy, so….”

“Forget that.” She practically skipped around the bed and began pulling on my hand. “Where’s the shrink ray?”

I laughed good-naturedly at her impatience, but the truth was that I could hardly wait, either. I cleared my throat. “Okay. First, it’s not a ray. It’s more of a device, or a machine. It’s not portable, either. Come on, I’ll show you.” I walked toward the door, motioning for her to follow. I hadn’t answered her questions about the device on the trip home. That was mostly because I wasn’t comfortable talking about it outside of the house, but also partly because Taylor had made a show of being frustrated at my reluctance, and I found that I enjoyed playing into that.

I led her to the garage, stopping to grab the insect cage and TLE unit from the counter where I had left them when I unpacked. The device was useless without it, and I expected that even if anyone studied the device while I was gone, it would be nearly impossible to determine its purpose without the unit. I turned the lights on as I entered, gesturing widely at the sprawling machinery that occupied about a third of the room. “There it is. This is where the magic happens.”

Taylor walked toward it slowly, examining the dull metal chassis. Since she was distracted, I walked across the room to the shelves on the other wall, placed the container next to two more that rested on a mid-level shelf, and examined the other two. It looked like they still had enough food, but one would run out of water soon. I grabbed the water dishes from both containers, dumped the contents, and began to refill them.

“So how does –” Taylor turned toward me as she began talking, then cut off when she saw what I was doing. She walked toward me, curious. “Is that where you keep the squirrels?”

“Just one squirrel,” I answered, as I began returning the dishes to their containers. “And a rat, and –”

“Is that a pig?” she squealed, and hurried to look closely at the miniature juvenile pot-belly. She placed a fingertip on the clear plastic and moved it around, trying to get the pig’s attention. “Oh my God, it’s so cute!”

“Pigs are similar to humans, biologically. And they’re a lot easier to get than monkeys or chimps.” I moved next to her, turning to watch it walking around its diminutive habitat. The pig was still pretty young, so it still had the juvenile proportions that people liked, and at one-sixth scale, it stood at under two inches tall.

Taylor turned to me excitedly. “Can I hold it?”

I gave her a sidelong look. “Maybe another time. Right now, you’d give the poor thing a heart attack.” She scoffed and gave me an indignant look. I smiled dryly, and lifted the top from its container. “You can pet it. Just be gentle.”

Taylor nodded quickly, then slowly reached a hand inside. With two slender fingers, she brushed the dark fur on the little pig’s back. It looked up for a moment, then apparently decided that Taylor’s hand wasn’t a cause for concern, and dropped its head back down.

“It’s so soft,” she mused. “I think I’ll call him…Roger.”

“Roger?”

“Well, why not?”

“What kind of a name is Roger for a pig? And what if it’s a girl?”

“Is it a girl?” Taylor asked pointedly.

“No, but –”

“Then Roger it is!” she declared triumphantly.

“It already has a name.” I tried to think of a clever name as she looked at me inquiringly, and drew a blank. “Subject 03.”

“Subject zero-three.” Taylor’s repeated flatly. “That’s…not even a name.”

I pushed her shoulder lightly. “You’re one to talk, Subject 04.”

She gasped loudly in mock outrage. “So, the truth comes out,” she said, and her face adopted an accusatory expression. “All I am to you is a test subject.”

I nodded, smiling crookedly. “Just a guinea pig.”

She stood up straight, turning to face me squarely, and placed her hands on her hips in challenge. “Okay then, mister big-shot scientist. Run your tests and be done with it.”

I turned to the shelves, and picked up a small vial filled with blue liquid from a holder on the top shelf, then held it out to her. “Drink this.”

She took the vial from my hand, then looked at it suspiciously. “What is it?”

“If you must know, miss lab rat” – Taylor smirked at this – “it’s a marker. So that the device can target you.”

I double-checked that the device’s power was turned off, then picked up the detached unit and walked over to reattach the leads to it.

“So how long will it take? Does it need to enter my bloodstream or something?” I looked behind me, and saw that Taylor had already emptied the vial. I slid the unit until it locked into position, then flipped the switch on the power strip. I took a USB key from my pocket and tried to insert it into one of the ports. Then I flipped it over, actually inserted it this time, and pressed the power button on the device itself.

“If you’re asking about the marker, it’s ready. The device can shrink you as soon as it finishes booting up. If you mean the shrinking process itself, I have it set to take ten seconds. But first, I want to take some measurements.”

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I held a book on top of Taylor’s head, checking the level on top of it to make sure that I held it flat. She stood barefoot against a ruler that I had previously attached to the wall in preparation.

“Height: 5 feet, 4 and…one-quarter inches.” I gestured toward the scale as I made a note, and she walked over to stand on it.

“Can’t forget that quarter-inch,” she quipped nervously.

“Weight: 124.2 pounds.”

Taylor stepped off, then looked at the scale like it had betrayed her. “Are you sure that thing’s accurate?”

I was sure; I had triple-checked it less than a week ago. “It could be off,” I said smoothly. “But it’s consistent, and that’s what we care about.”

I picked up the infrared thermometer, and pointed it at her. “Temperature: 98.8.”

Taylor fidgeted impatiently as I took the rest of her vitals. Her heart rate and blood pressure were a little elevated, but that was consistent with her excitement. In all, I didn’t see any reason not to proceed.

“Okay, I think we’re set.” I looked at Taylor. “Are you ready?”

“God yes, finally!” Then she grinned at me. “But I thought you’d want to take some…other measurements.” She wiggled her chest suggestively. “To make sure everything shrinks the same?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I turned to the control console at the end of the workbench. It was a pretty simple unit: basically just six adjustable dials in a plasterboard box. Above each dial was a red digital readout, and below each was a large red button and a green indicator LED. Each was already pre-programmed for a marker. The three rightmost dials were for the three test animals. Taylor’s was on the far left. That left two spares, although I was starting to have some ideas for one of them.

I turned Taylor’s dial counter-clockwise until the readout displayed “98.00,” then turned to look at her. “I’m going to start with a 2% reduction, then we’ll see how you feel.” Taylor nodded emphatically, her anxiousness clearly increasing.

“You’re about to make history here. Do you want a countdown?” I needled.

She groaned. “Just press the stupid button.”

I obliged, pressing it firmly so that Taylor could hear. I made sure that her indicator LED lit up, then watched her carefully, looking for a visible change.

Taylor noticed before I did. “Oh my God, it’s working!” She looked down at herself, and tugged lightly on her shirt. “I can feel my clothes getting looser!”

I watched the top of her head as it slowly declined against the background. The change was gradual enough that I couldn’t really notice it by looking anywhere else. After a few seconds, I wasn’t sure if anything was happening anymore, and I looked down to see that the LED had turned off.

“Okay, it’s done. How do you feel?”

She looked over herself, pulling at her clothes gingerly. “I don’t feel any different. I can feel that my bra and my pants aren’t as tight as they were.”

“Any pain? Discomfort?” Taylor shook her head. “Nausea? Disorientation?”

“Maybe a little disorientation, but I’m not really sure. It might have been nothing, and it didn’t last.”

“Can you touch your thumb to each of your fingertips?”

“Do we really have to go through this?” she asked as she went through the motions.

“I just want to be sure. I can’t ask the pig how it feels after the process.”

After checking her extremities and vision, I motioned toward the ruler on the wall. Taylor jogged over to it, then backed herself against the drywall. “How tall am I now?”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, then picked up the book and followed her over. As I stepped up next to Taylor, I looked down at her. She was definitely shorter, although I’m not sure I would have noticed the difference if I hadn’t carefully judged her height earlier. Taylor looked back up at me, and I heard her breathing become shakier as she noticed the same thing.

I turned my attention to the ruler. “Height: five feet, three inches.” She hopped in place a couple times, squealing in celebration, then hugged me tightly.

“You did it! You really did it!”

Then she let go, and hurried to the scale. “Look! 116.8! That’s more like it!” She ran back to the center of the room. “Let’s keep going!”

“Taylor,” I began, and I saw her excitement dim as she heard my tone, “maybe we should wait a bit. Just to be cautious.”

“What? No… When we met, you told me that I could be doll-sized yesterday!”

“I did say that, but neither of us wanted to drive all night, and we should be careful –”

She gave me an exasperated sigh as she turned away. “I’ve wanted this for so long. The whole drive over, it’s the only thing I could think about. And now that it’s right here, you can’t just make me keep waiting.” She took a deep breath, then looked at me again, and her tone shifted, becoming overly sweet. “If we don’t keep going, then…I’ll just wait until you’re asleep. So we can do it now, with your supervision, or in the middle of the night, and who knows what will happen.”

Her tone said that she was joking-but-not-really, and I considered my options for a moment. I suspected that she would do exactly what she’d said, if I didn’t agree. I could have threatened to stop there, and just drive her home, but that would be a long, awkward drive. Plus, it would mean a lot of wasted time. Besides which, I wanted Taylor to have this. I just didn’t want to be careless about it. But then, I had already shrunk the test animals farther than Taylor would go, several dozen times each, and there hadn’t been any visible side effects yet. I looked at Taylor, exhaled slowly, then told her, “You really suck at this whole test subject thing.”

Seeing that she had won this round, Taylor let out a triumphant whoop. I nearly disconnected the device, just for that.

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“All right, this will take you to 90%. Ready?”

Taylor nodded rapidly, her face flushed with excitement. I slapped the button, then watched intently. This time, the change was immediately noticeable.

Slowly, I walked forward, coming to a stop in front of her, watching as she dwindled gradually before me. Her brilliant green eyes looked up in return, and a shiver visibly ran through her body. I placed a hand gently on top of her head, feeling it move smoothly downward as her height diminished. She stepped even closer, stopping barely an inch away, and I noticed that her breathing had turned heavy. As she watched the increasing difference between us, I heard her whisper, “Oh my God….”

When I couldn’t feel her shrinking anymore, I glanced over to confirm that the process was done, then looked down at Taylor and nodded. She was significantly shorter now, enough that anyone who knew her would notice the difference. Her leggings had taken the process pretty well, but her shirt, formerly close-fitting, was now clearly loose on her body. She looked up at me, lips slightly parted as she placed a hand on my chest. Then she leaned in, pressing her body against mine. I placed my hands gently on her back, marveling at how petite she had become.

Then I cleared my throat, releasing her as I stepped back. “Look, Taylor, about the other night,” I began haltingly. I had known that we’d need to have this conversation eventually. Last night, we had both been tired after driving all day, so I’d been able to avoid it. But the remainder of the trip had only taken about five hours this morning, so there was no avoiding it today.

“I…I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Okay. I don’t.” I paused, and tried to stop a scowl from reaching my lips.

“All right, well, I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you, either.”

Taylor eyed me warily. “So, what are you saying? Are you – Am I not attractive to you?” she seemed suddenly on the edge of indignation.

“What? No, it’s not…it’s definitely not that. Believe me, you don’t need to worry about that.” I watched her expression, and wasn’t quite sure whether she did believe. “But I don’t expect anything from you. I mean, in return for shrinking. Don’t feel like I expect…sex.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Taylor laughed incredulously. “Seriously?” I kept my expression carefully neutral, and she rolled her eyes. “Look, if I thought you were like that, I would have left you sitting on that bench. I certainly wouldn’t have spent eighteen hours in a car with you.”

She took a half-step toward me, her eyes fixed on mine, unblinking. “I wanted it. With you.” She reached for my hands, and held them gently. “Can we…just forget this conversation? I feel like we started off so well, and I don’t want us to be awkward.”

I nodded. “Okay. I just…wanted to be sure.” I smiled weakly. “Thank you. For clearing the air.” I cleared my throat again, and changed the subject. “Let’s check your height.”

Taylor gave me a small smile, then said quietly, “Okay.”

She approached the ruler, and used a hand to gauge her new height. “Four-eight!” she exclaimed, her delight returning. “Holy crap!”

I approached her, motioning for her to turn around. Holding the book on her head once again, I announced: “Four feet…seven and three-quarters.”

Taylor jogged happily back to the scale, then looked down at its display. “90.5?” She looked up at me in puzzlement. “Can that be right? It seems so…light.”

“Your weight will change a lot faster than your height,” I told her. “Basically the third power of the change in height. So at half the height, you’d be one-eighth the weight.”

Taylor’s eyes went distant. “And at a doll’s height, I’d weigh…basically nothing.” She shivered again, and squeezed her thighs together. Then she turned to me. “Let’s do it! Make me a doll!”

“Well, I was thinking we’d go to 80% next.” There was no way I’d shrink her straight to doll size without more testing.

“Eighty?! But it’ll take forever if we do it like that!” The process had caused her voice to be slightly higher-pitched, which made her exclamation sound close to petulant.

“Taylor, I don’t want to risk –”

“Ugh. How about fifty? That’s a good compromise.”

I sighed. It seemed like I was sighing a lot today. “Fine. 50%. But not until we take your vitals.”