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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.

@olo I don’t have the… facilities to fly tinies Cleavage Class, but I’ve known a few that love to fly Crotch Class. Due to customer feedback that the flights are too brief, I’ve started booking routes with an extra layover or two.

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.”

@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!

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

@nephilim This board uses Markdown for rich text. When you’re composing your post, there’s a little COMPOSE ? link in the big text field, which will give another link to the Markdown reference.

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.

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!

Love that adorable giant grin on her tiny face

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.

It’s too bad we can’t see the one that’s holding poppy seeds.

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.”

I turned the dial to “50.00,” then looked at Taylor where she stood, leaning against the workbench a few feet away.

“All right, 50%. Ready?”

“Ready.” She nodded quickly, looking like she might burst with excitement. She pushed herself so that she no longer leaned against the workbench, then walked toward me, stopping a couple feet away.

“Are you sure?”

“Quit stalling!”

“Okay.” I reached for the console with one hand, and Taylor moved closer still, halving the distance between us. I pressed the button. “Here it goes.”

Taylor shrank much more rapidly this time, decreasing in height by several inches every second. She gasped sharply and her eyes widened, darting between my eyes and my chest as she gauged the speed of her reduction. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around me, and buried her face into my chest. Reflexively, I embraced her, and was caught by surprise when I discovered that she was trembling.

I reached up with one hand to cup the back of her head, which had by this time moved nearly down to my stomach. “Taylor?”

“I’m okay,” she replied quietly, unsteadily. “It’s just a lot.”

Holding my arms around Taylor, I felt like my embrace truly enveloped her, in a way that I had never felt with a woman before. Her hands moved on my back as her reach shortened, and in my arms I could feel her small frame narrowing as she became ever more insubstantial. Her head quickly moved down to my waist, and I lifted her so that I could hold her more comfortably. Her clothing was loose on her body, and began to bunch in places as it became looser still. She attempted to shift to a more comfortable position, and I adjusted my hold, moving an arm beneath her butt to support her like she was a toddler.

This time, I could clearly feel when the process ended, and I glanced at the console for confirmation. Then I leaned back, creating some space between Taylor and myself so that I could study her. She did the same, holding a hand to my shoulder, then to my face as she judged the new scale of things. I knew that she was half her original size, but she seemed somehow even smaller than that. I touched her hand with mine, feeling the delicate precision of her slender fingers, and my own felt ungainly in comparison. After a few moments, I moved my hand to her face, running my thumb along her forehead before lacing my fingers into her hair. It felt much finer now, but densely packed, and I tested the feel of it as I ran my hand through.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Yeah.” Taylor nodded her head in quiet agreement. She tapped my shoulder, which I took as a sign that she wanted down.

I knelt, carefully placing Taylor on her feet. When I let her go, her leggings and panties dropped immediately to the floor. Her shirt draped carelessly from one shoulder, with her other shoulder completely exposed through its neck, and the hem hung down nearly to her knees. She closed her eyes halfway, looking at nothing as she pulled an arm inside her shirt, shifted a bit, then snaked it back out. She repeated the process on the other side, then sighed pleasantly as her bra fell to her feet.

“Much better.” She smiled in satisfaction, stepping out of the pooled clothing, and her eyes returned to lock with mine. I gave Taylor an encouraging smile as I stood back up, and she took an involuntary half-step backward as I rose to my full height. Her body shuddered, and the scent of her arousal in the air, previously faint, was now unmistakable. She dropped her eyes, lingering for a second on the front of my jeans before they rose again to look at my face.

Then her eyes looked past me. “The ceiling,” she said quietly. “It’s so far away now.” She looked to the side, at the workbench, then slowly approached it, her eyes barely above the flat surface. She rose to her tiptoes to see better, then reached for the console with a hand, but she wasn’t even able to reach any of its buttons. Moving on, she then jumped into my chair, looking down and giggling as her feet dangled in the air, far from the floor. She looked back at me, then stood up on the chair and looked again, her eyes still a foot and a half below mine.

I watched with wry amusement, and Taylor paused when she saw my expression. “What?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just watching you rediscover the world.”

She beamed at that. “It’s incredible. Everything’s so different!”

Taylor jumped down from the chair, then nearly fell as one of her knees caught on the hem of her shirt. She walked toward the shelves, looking distracted for a moment. Then she glanced back toward me, and used a hand to pull the cloth at her side, wadding it in her hand as she pulled it taut across her midsection, accentuating the shape of her breasts and raising the bottom of the shirt to her mid-thigh. Testing her reach toward the third shelf, the one with the shrunken animals, her shirt rose still farther, but disappointingly not quite high enough to expose anything above her thigh.

I had been suspicious when she pulled the shirt tight, but that cemented it – she didn’t have to try to know that the shelf was clearly out of reach. “You realize that I know exactly what you’re doing, right?”

“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly, turning her head toward me, but not enough to actually look at me.

“Trying to tempt me. With your feminine wiles.”

“Ohh.” She drew out the single syllable with a skeptical tone. Then she turned further, cocking her head and looking at me from the corner of her eye. “Is it working?”

I chuckled. “What do you think?”

“I think,” she replied with a mischievous smile as she started walking slowly toward me, “that your pants are fitting a little more tightly than before. You know,” she continued, her eyes now fixed on my jeans as she approached, “now I’m just about the perfect height to do someth –” She cut off as she approached, and a dissatisfied expression quickly crossed her face as she realized that she was, in fact, a few inches shorter than the perfect height for what she had been thinking.

I swept her off the ground with one arm, hoping to distract her from her disappointment, then placed her standing on the workbench surface. “You’re the perfect height for all of the things I’m about to do to you.”

Taylor’s smile returned, coy this time. “Things like what?” She looked up at me, innocently twisting her fingers in the bottom of her overlong shirt. Her smile faded as her lips parted slightly, and her eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, then back, clearly telegraphing the answer that she wanted.

It was exactly the answer that I wanted to give her, and I let my eyes take the same journey in response. “Things like this,” I whispered, inclining my head downward. We neared each other hesitantly, although I knew that neither of us truly felt any hesitation. Eventually, finally, we met halfway, and I closed my eyes as our lips made the faintest contact with each other for a moment, then parted again as she drew away ever so slightly. I opened my eyes to see that Taylor’s were closed, her head held back and lips still slightly pursed. I discovered that my hand had somehow moved to her waist, and I used it to pull her gently into me. Our kiss was sustained this time, her lips thin and unexpectedly warm against mine.

After a long shared moment, I felt Taylor’s tongue brush my lips, shyly asking for a dance. I accepted her offer, and reached up to cup the back of her head as our kiss intensified. I drew her to me more firmly, losing myself in the moment as she melted into me. The whole experience was strangely and wonderfully asymmetric, her tongue hardly reaching past her teeth while mine softly and thoroughly explored her mouth. Taylor’s kiss became more insistent, and I partially mirrored her new intensity, muting it somewhat so as not to overwhelm her. We shared a blissful eon that way before winding down, and as we finally broke our kiss, I gently sucked on her bottom lip for a moment as if to resist its end.

We stood in silence for a moment, eyes only on each other, both panting like we had just run a sprint.

“Wow,” Taylor whispered, and placed a cool hand on my cheek.

“Wow,” I agreed, nodding slowly.

Taylor’s eyes still held mine as she withdrew an arm into her shirt, then moved it back out through the shirt’s neck. She did the same with her other arm, then carefully watched my reaction as she slowly slid the fabric down her body. I took a small step back, allowing myself to admire her miniaturized figure as it was slowly revealed to me. The curve of her shoulders had been sharpened by her new size, and the creamy skin made for a dramatic contrast with her dark hair. She drew the cloth down over her breasts, stopping just less than halfway for a tantalizing moment before teasingly removing their cover. They were still perfectly proportioned, as enticing as ever, and seemed to be hardly affected by gravity at their new size. The cloth continued its travel, revealing her pale, flat stomach, with her endearingly small navel. Taylor seemed ready to dispense with her shirt altogether, but I placed my hands around her hips at this point, wishing to save the rest for later.

She stopped at that, and slid her hands onto mine as she glided back toward me. Then she took hold of the hem of my shirt and began to lift it, slowly exposing my stomach and then my chest as she inched it upward. She began to pepper my chest with soft little kisses, and I took the initiative to pull my shirt off over my head. Taylor was still occupied with her kissing, so I moved a hand to her lower back, savoring the feel of her bare skin on my fingertips. With the other, I caressed the side of her body upward, brushing against the outside of her breast with my thumb, and enjoying the way that she leaned into my hands to increase the contact. Then I pulled her into me, pressing her naked skin firmly against mine, and I shuddered slightly as I felt a rush of energy run through me.

Taylor squeezed tightly right back, nuzzling her face into my shoulder. I inclined my head, letting my cheek rest on her head for a moment. Then I moved my hands to her waist, finding to my surprise that I was able to completely encircle Taylor with my hands, and lifted her for another kiss. I moved a hand to her back, and pressed her tightly against me again, eliciting a muted moan from her.

She broke our kiss for a moment to whisper, “Mmm, yeah. Use those strong hands on me.” Then our mouths softly entwined once more, and I leaned forward slowly to lay her carefully down onto the wooden surface. I was surprised again by just how light she was now. We kissed for a few moments longer, then I drew back and gently ran my fingertips along the side of her head. Taylor leaned her head into my hand, rubbing her cheek softly against my fingers, and I noticed that her face was barely larger than my palm. By turning her head, she exposed her cute little ear on the other side, and I brushed stray strands of hair away from it. Then, carefully, I placed my lips on her miniature earlobe, and gently sucked on it.

She reacted visibly, tensing her shoulders as she arched her chest into me, and a short, quiet moan passed through her lips. I felt myself smile at her reaction, then moved downward, softly kissing her neck as she became more animated, and her small hands tried to pull me down onto her. Her feet hooked around my waist, demanding the same, so I eased my chest down onto her, letting her feel some of my weight. I used enough to feel like I squished her little breasts, which took more than I had expected, since they seemed a bit firmer at her new size. Judging by Taylor’s reaction, that was exactly what she had wanted. Her moan was quiet and whimpering, and then she mumbled, “…made me so small.”

I touched my palm gently to her cheek, this time letting my fingers curl around the top of her head, so that she could feel the extent of my reach. If she wanted to feel small and overpowered, then I could work with that. I resumed kissing her neck, then slowly moved to her shoulder. I kissed and sucked and caressed her silky skin there, noticing that it was now slightly flushed from Taylor’s excitement, but soon I wanted to move onward. I lifted myself off of her, looked down her body, thinking that I had let her breasts go too long without any attention.

Taylor apparently had the same thought. Her hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing them and pressing them into each other, arching her chest a bit as she did. I let her continue for a few seconds, enjoying the steamy sight of Taylor caressing her little body, but then I wanted my turn. Her hands were in my way, but that was easily remedied. I grabbed one of her wrists in each hand, not roughly, but a little more firmly than it felt like I should, then I moved her hands above her head and pinned them securely to the workbench with one hand. Taylor opened her eyes and glared at me for a moment, then looked up to where her hands were pinned, and pulled with her arms, testing my grip. Then she tried again, putting her body into the effort this time, but her hands still didn’t budge at all. I managed to keep myself from laughing at how little effort I needed to keep her hands in place, but I still couldn’t help a smile.

For a moment, I thought that she might keep struggling, but instead her resistance seemed to melt away with a whispered resignation, “God…so helpless.”

“Yes, you are,” I told her, punctuating my words with kisses as I moved down toward my targets. “Completely.” Kiss. “And utterly.” Kiss. “In my control.” Kiss. She moaned wordlessly.

I finally reached my destination, and traced up her breast with my tongue, leaving a short trail of saliva before I played gently with the small, hardened nipple in the center. I slid my free hand along her skin up toward her other breast, spreading my fingers and pressing firmly down on her stomach to reinforce the size difference between us. I switched to a soft touch as I reached the supple little globe, squeezing it delicately as I tried to avoid causing her any discomfort. It was a fine balance that I was trying to strike, and I enjoyed the challenge of it.

Two days ago, her breasts had been perfect handfuls, but now I could easily cover one with just my palm. In fact, I could probably cover both with one hand. I supposed that they weren’t really mounds anymore, they were more like…dollops, maybe. Her areolae had already been relatively small, and now they were about the size of nickels, maybe even a little smaller. In the center, her nipples were hardened into little nubs. Little nubs that demanded my attention.

I used my tongue to toy with one, twisting and twirling around it, then flicking it quickly with the tip, then bringing it into my mouth and gently sucking. At her current size, I couldn’t really suck on just the nipple, but from Taylor’s reactions, that didn’t seem to matter.

I had a little more trouble on the other side. My fingertips still could attend to her nipple well enough, but when I wanted to massage her breast more fully, I felt like my fingertips didn’t cover as much area as I wanted. I couldn’t use my full hand like I could before, and using my palm felt pretty awkward. I tried using the full length of my fingers, which contacted a satisfying amount of her skin, but didn’t have the dexterity that I wanted. Eventually, I settled on using the side of my forefinger with my thumb. I could bend my finger to knead her full breast pretty well, and the tip of my thumb could carefully rub, twist, or roll her tiny nipple with either the side or the tip of my finger.

I sucked more of her into my mouth, using my lips and my tongue to massage the squishy flesh. They weren’t handfuls anymore, but this one made a pretty good mouthful. Curious, I inhaled as much of her as I could, and felt a bolt of surprise when I engulfed her entire breast with my mouth. Taylor gasped sharply, and I looked up at her to see that her eyes were open now, and her attention was fixed on me. She tried to do something with her hands, but they were stuck firmly in place. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my chest as best she could, hooking around my side with her heels, and began to rub herself against me through her shirt.

I hadn’t planned to remain with Taylor’s breasts for more than a couple of minutes, but after seeing the way that my attentions were affecting her, I decided to stay a while longer. For at least another ten minutes, I fondled, sucked, and massaged them. I made sure to take each one as a mouthful regularly, since that seemed to get more of a reaction than anything else. Taylor managed to move her shirt out of the way, so that her little slit rubbed directly on my skin, leaving a trail of her fluids on my chest. I moved myself up, away from her, to try to prevent her from pleasuring herself, but it wasn’t effective, and she was able to lift her hips off the ground without any trouble. Eventually, I let her hands free, so that I could kiss her while I paid attention to both of her breasts, relishing each time that I made her moan in my mouth. But Taylor wasn’t able to focus on kissing for very long, and I moved back to her breasts as her moans increased in pitch.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum!”

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to watch Taylor’s little body in the throes of orgasm. On the other hand, if she wanted to feel powerless…

I dropped my body downward until Taylor was laying back on the workbench, then planted a hand on her stomach and pushed her off of me. Now that she wasn’t able to rub against me any longer, her hands immediately moved toward her pelvis. But I caught them before she could touch herself, and returned them to their rightful place, pinned above her head.

“What? What are you doing?” Taylor looked at me pleadingly.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet.”

“Wha–? But…pleeease, I need it! Please let me cum!” Her hips were rocking, yearning to make contact.

I shook my head. “You didn’t have permission, so now you have to wait longer.” I leaned down to suck softly on her breast once more, and she arched forward in response. But I wasn’t staying for long; instead, I started to kiss my way down her stomach.

I used one hand to grab the hem of her shirt behind her, then pulled it to the front to grab the other side, as well. Then I pulled the entire garment downward, sliding the shirt’s neck over her hips and down the short length of her legs, leaving her entirely exposed. She parted her legs instantly, revealing herself without the slightest pretense of modesty. But I wasn’t ready to let her have that attention yet; instead, I resumed my kissing and licking near her navel, slowly working my way downward again.

“Please,” Taylor begged, her words becoming less intelligible, interspersed with small whimpers and moans. “Just let me…so bad…”

I neared Taylor’s short strip of trimmed pubic hair, and her hip movements started to become a nuisance. I stood for a moment, bringing her hands down to her sides, and then pinned each one on top of a thigh, effectively locking both her arms and legs into place. I resumed my journey, starting on an inner thigh this time, steadily moving toward Taylor’s slit as she begged and pleaded for her release, increasing in pitch as I neared.

But instead of reaching my destination, I traveled around it instead, kissing and licking and nibbling all around. Her lips were only a couple of inches long, and already open, seductively inviting me inside. I neared her little valley with my mouth, stopping in the air an inch or two away, letting her feel my breath while I felt her radiated heat. Her hips rocked as much as she could, urgently trying to fulfill her need, knowing that I was so close.

I barely brushed up one of her lips with the tip of my tongue, making only the faintest contact. Taylor’s whimpering increased dramatically, and I thought for a moment that she might orgasm on the spot. I let her calm a bit, then repeated the motion, and her reaction this time was more of a moan than a whimper. Satisfied, I continued, increasing my contact on her slit ever so gradually, carefully trying not to send her over the edge just yet, and studiously avoiding her clit.

I had enjoyed teasing women a bit in the past, thinking that building the anticipation helped to make the payoff better in the end. But I’d never taken it this far, and I started to sympathize with Taylor. Each time it sounded like she might be nearing her climax, I pulled away, moving back to her thigh or her stomach for a while and prolonging her sweet agony.

I brought my hands together and held both her wrists in my left hand, on top of her stomach, freeing her legs. Then I enlisted my freed right hand in my torment of little Taylor, slowly circling and gently pressing on her entrance while I lightly licked up and down the length of her slit. Her little opening was hungry, continually trying to envelop my fingertip, but she wasn’t able to move her hips very far with my hands on her stomach, and I was careful to retreat each time she tried to increase the contact.

On maybe her seventh or eighth attempt, I didn’t retreat, allowing her to slide herself onto my fingertip. It was only about halfway to the first knuckle, but Taylor gasped raggedly, and I was ready to service her clit with my tongue if her climax hit. Taylor lifted her head to look at me, and managed to ask tensely, “Is that your finger?” before she lapsed back into moans and incomprehensible mumbling, of which I only understood the words “God” and “big.”

I started to slide my fingertip out of her, then slowly back in, just slightly deeper than before. I was impressed by her grip on my finger, and by the strength of her inner muscles as she tried to pull me inside. I worked my way in and out, carefully walking Taylor along the razor’s edge. Her feet had moved to my shoulders at some point, and I could feel that her toes were curling, and her legs were shaking. I started to feel like her orgasm was approaching, whether I tried to stop it or not. Fortunately, I already knew how I wanted to welcome it.

I slowly pulled out of her, leaving her empty for the moment as I repositioned my hand on her mound, just above her lips. I traced a curve with my tongue down to her entrance, teasing it for a short time before pressing the tip of it inside her. Taylor entire body tensed as she wailed erratically, and I knew that it was imminent. Her tunnel was tight and constricting, and I had to forcibly wriggle my way into her, every movement triggering a new overreaction from Taylor. The pitch of her incoherent voice moved into a register that I didn’t know she was capable of producing, and I knew that she had crossed the point of no return.

“Oh! Yes! Cumming!” I began to brush her clit lightly with my finger, trying to be careful since I wasn’t sure how sensitive it would be at the moment. Meanwhile, I continued to work her narrow little tunnel with my tongue, curling the tip toward her navel as I slid in and out, alternating between flexing and relaxing my muscle inside her. Her hips began to buck wildly, and her cries increased in volume to the point that they echoed loudly in the room. Her fluids rushed over my tongue, providing a new taste as her muscles tried to push me out, but I firmly held my ground.

After the primary torrent had rushed through her, I shifted to languid motions, slowly and smoothly extricating myself from Taylor. Her legs tried to close reflexively, and I kissed my way down her thigh as I allowed her to move into a fetal position, watching as her curled, petite body was wracked by waves of aftershocks. Slowly, the waves receded, leaving behind only a small, gibbering puddle that had once been a woman.

Eventually, Taylor began to recover, moving slowly and groggily, with her eyes still unfocused, like her brain was starting to congeal back into shape. I let her pull me toward her, and she rolled onto her back as she gave me a long, hard, passionate kiss. After a lengthy moment, she broke it, gasping for breath once again.

“I’ve never been edged like that before. That was soo good.” Then she paused, her chest still heaving, and looked as if she was reconsidering her words. “I mean…it was awful. But incredible.”

Edged? I should have known that there was a name for it.

Then she turned her attention toward her hips, reaching down with a hand, then bringing it back covered in fluid. Her butt was laying in a small pool that she had left on the hard surface.

“Oh, God….” Taylor giggled self-consciously. “Sorry, I didn’t think I could make that big of a mess.”

Then her snark returned, and she threw her shirt at my face. “Look at what you made me do!”

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Some time later, I lay on my back, with my legs hanging off the end of the workbench, and with Taylor laying on her side, in my arm, with her head leaned on my shoulder. Her leg was stretched across my stomach, and she caressed my chest with one hand, while I used mine to stroke her back, and occasionally fondle her firm little butt. I felt like I hadn’t given it quite enough attention yet.

It was Taylor that eventually broke the silence. “You make it sound like I deceived you or something. My ‘feminine wiles?’”

I had to think back for a moment to remember what she was referring to. “Yeah. You know, that female…trickery that you all use to get us poor guys to do what you want.”

“Female trickery?” She slapped my chest lightly. “Is that what happened?”

I nodded, grinning. “That’s exactly what happened. You knew I’d be defenseless against it. It’s unfair, really.”

“Unfair?” Taylor had started circling a finger through my sparse chest hair, but her eyes were still on me. Her voice turned childish. “Did the big, strong man get more than he bargained for with little ol’ me?”

“See? You understand,” I said, as if she had just confirmed what I was saying. “It’s bad enough when you’re normal size. But now, being this small makes you so much cuter, and…well, there’s just no chance.” I paused. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

Taylor didn’t respond immediately, laying silently instead, looking dreamily pleased with herself.

Then she said quietly, “There really isn’t anybody my size. It’s still hard to believe.”

“Well, there’s like, six-year-olds. And that actor who played Tyrion, Peter whatever…”

“Dinklage,” she said absently. She wasn’t responding to my teasing anymore, so I let it drop.

“You’re right though, it really is hard to believe. Even though you’re right in front of me, it still seems unreal.” I ran a pair of fingers through her hair in what was quickly becoming my favorite ritual. I still wasn’t used to the feel of the dense strands. “It reminds me a bit of when I went to the Grand Canyon. It’s like you’re looking at something so incredible that your brain can’t process it right.”

“You think it’s hard to process?” She laughed. “Try it from this side. I knew that everything would look too big, but actually experiencing it… And there’s other stuff that I hadn’t expected, like the way my hair settles too fast after it moves. Every time I move my head, I notice it.”

I looked at her directly. “Do you want to go back?”

She shook her head. “I want to keep going, for sure. It’s just a little different than I thought.” She made eye contact again, and her smile grew a bit. “In some ways, it’s better.”

I chuckled, thinking of our deliciously imbalanced kisses. “In some ways, it’s amazing,” I said softly.

Taylor sighed contentedly, and we let the comfortable silence stretch out, each of us lost in our thoughts. It was a shame that when we did finally shrink Taylor to doll size, we wouldn’t be able to kiss anymore. And my fingers already felt like blunt instruments when she was half-size; that would be much more pronounced when she became, what? A third of her current size? It would be a totally different experience.

“There’s some dizziness.”

Taylor’s announcement interrupted my thoughts, and I started involuntarily. I tried to remember exactly what I had been thinking about, but it was suddenly gone, evaporated without a trace. I had thought about shrinking Taylor to doll size, then about where to put her dollhouse, then something else after that, but I couldn’t quite remember. After a moment, I gave up on trying to recover it, and turned my attention to Taylor instead.

“Dizziness?” What was she talking about?

She nodded. “Yeah. When I was shrinking, I felt dizzy.”

I stiffened as I suddenly realized that I had never checked Taylor’s vitals after shrinking her to half-size. I silently berated myself for my oversight; I typically prided myself on attention to detail, but now I’d let perhaps the single most important detail go neglected. Taylor did seem like she was physically okay, especially considering the…vigorous exercise that she’d just undergone, but if something had gone wrong, I might not have known until it was too late. I needed to be more careful, and not let myself get distracted so easily by sexy undersized women.

“What? Is that a problem?” Taylor’s voice was filled with concern after noticing my reaction.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” I said in a tone that I hoped was reassuring. “It’s just that I didn’t check you after the last reduction. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let it slip my mind like that.”

She visibly relaxed, then taunted, “Ugh, you’re so irresponsible. And here, I was thinking you were all smart…” Crap. She was going to hold this over my head, wasn’t she? I didn’t think for a second that she actually believed it was too risky. She just wanted an excuse to give me a hard time.

It was time for another tactic. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said, resigned to my incompetence. “I guess you can’t really trust me to shrink you any more. Oh well. I’m sure you’ll find someone who can handle it better.” I shrugged.

Taylor glowered at me, and reached up to plant a finger between my clavicles. “Don’t think you can shirk your responsibility that easy, mister. But you’ll definitely need…close supervision.”

“Is that so?” I asked amiably. “How close are we talking?”

“Extremely close.” Taylor smiled disarmingly, and her eyes glittered as she climbed smoothly onto my body. The feel of her skin moving across mine was enough to make my blood run hot again.

“Hmm. And I suppose you’re just the person to…supervise me. Closely.”

“As a matter of fact…”

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

I’m not sure how long I spent, lost in Taylor’s kiss. It felt like it could have lasted for a few minutes, or for a week. I held her on top of me, exploring every millimeter of her little body with my fingers, and feeling her creamy smooth skin pressed gently into mine by her ridiculously small weight. I gave particular attention to her tight, trim ass, finally giving it the attention that it deserved, and her fine pubic fuzz rubbed on my stomach each time I kneaded her firm little cheeks. Taylor’s knees slightly alternated their pressure on my waist as she rocked her feet back and forth in the air, keeping time with my heartbeat. Her small, precise hands found their way to every nook of my upper body, and each exquisite movement, each delicate caress, every twist of her tongue, only made me want to stay lost even longer.

I felt like I could stay forever. But at some point, Taylor brought her feet down from the air, and they brushed against my jeans. Taylor broke away as she grunted, as if she had just remembered something important, and made eye contact with her lidded gaze. “We still need to get those off of you.” Then her mouth twisted as she smacked her lips. “But first, I need some water.”

I chuckled wryly. “After all the fluids you lost, I bet you do.”

I expected the typical Taylor-style retort. Instead, she asked demurely, “Could you get me a glass? Please?”

I was of two minds regarding her request. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate. But I wanted to see how Taylor handled a mundane task like this, at half her normal size. On the other hand, she did ask nicely, which seemed unusual for Taylor. I didn’t want to discourage that.

“Well, I kinda want to see you do it. But since you said ‘please,’ I’d be happy get it for you. You can bring the dollhouse in, instead.” That would have been entertaining, since I doubted that she could even get her arms around the dollhouse enough to lift it. I wouldn’t actually let her go outside in her current state, though, and I only felt comfortable saying it because I was sure that she wouldn’t try.

Taylor sighed dramatically. “Ugh. Fine, I’ll get the water.” She slid off of my body, and slowly lowered herself to the floor.

“No, I said I’d get it for you,” I said easily. “I’ll get you the car keys.”

She didn’t reply, and instead backhanded me on the thigh before turning her back with an annoyed expression. I followed her into the living room, and stood at the fake-granite counter that bordered the kitchen as I watched her. She paused at the border between the two rooms for a few seconds, surveying the situation. The counter was a few inches higher than Taylor’s height, so there was no way that she could reach the faucet unaided, let alone the cupboard.

She looked around behind her, then gave an appraising look at the bar stool next to me. Her gaze shifted between it and the dining room chairs a couple times, then she apparently decided that the chair was a better bet.

At first, she tried carrying one, and actually succeeded in lifting it off the ground, but it was evidently either too heavy or too awkward for her to sustain, and she let it drop again with a frustrated groan. Then she tried another strategy instead, grabbing one of the chair’s back legs and pulling it across the carpet toward her. She scooted back, sticking her little ass out behind her, and pulled it again, bumping her head on the seat back.

She looked at me, and saw my partially-contained amusement. She stood up straight, displaying that the seat back was a couple inches taller than she was, and faced me with an irritated expression. “What?”

I shook my head with a lopsided smile. “Nothing.” Then I pointed. “The glasses are in the first cupboard on the left.”

Taylor looked behind her, as if judging the precise direction that she needed to go, and resumed her labor. After another half-dozen scoots, she stopped for a break, and looked at me in annoyance.

“This would be so much easier for you.”

I forced down my smile, then tried to keep my tone neutral as I said, “Okay. I’ll get you the keys.”

“Ugh! Stop.” Then she dropped her voice, mumbling something about bull crap before turning back to her task. I watched, thoroughly entertained by the process. After a few more heaves, she had pulled the chair onto the linoleum kitchen floor, and the chair started to slide more easily. She walked around to the other side of it, and pushed it steadily across the kitchen, until it finally adjoined the counter.

She jumped onto the chair, laying her torso flat on its seat. Then she pulled up a knee next to her, and planted it on the cushion next to her body, using it to push herself the rest of the way up. I stared unabashedly, transfixed by her slim, nude body as she went through these athletic motions, and I made a mental note to set up more situations where Taylor would need to climb. She turned to the counter, and used the same maneuver to climb onto it, exclaiming quietly at the cold feel of it against her skin. Then, having conquered the kitchen counter, she looked around, surveying the room from her new viewpoint. The cupboard handles were just above her waist level, and her eyes were at about the same height as the buttons on the microwave, which hung above the range. The counter that she stood on was taller than Taylor herself, and she cautiously kept her distance from the edge.

She took a moment to glare at me silently, then turned and opened the cupboard door. Carefully using both hands, she reached for a straight-sided beer glass, its height roughly the same as the length of her forearm. Then she pulled it to her body, holding it in place with one hand as she used the other to turn it right-side-up.

“Since you’re there, can you get me one, too?” I chimed in. “Thanks.”

Taylor looked at me and huffed wordlessly, then set down the glass that she already held before reaching for another one. After placing the second one on the counter next to her, she closed the cupboard door, picked one up, and walked the short distance to the sink. She held it out partway over the basin, then drew it back, evidently realizing that she couldn’t turn on the water while she held the glass.

I thought that she might leave the water running, and try to hold the glass while it filled, but after a moment’s thought she instead climbed down into the sink, and set the glass on the bottom. Then she reached up, and pushed the faucet handle to turn on the flow. When the glass was about three-quarters full, she turned it back off, lifted the glass again, and placed it back onto the counter. I judged that she was using roughly the amount of effort that a normal person would use to lift a gallon of milk.

After repeating the process for the second glass, Taylor climbed back out of the sink, and moved both glasses to the edge of the counter. Then she used the chair to climb down, and reached up over her head to pick up a glass. She turned toward me and looked up, staring at me for a couple seconds as I watched her. Then, slowly and deliberately, she spit in the glass.

I couldn’t help a chuckle at her audacity. Her mood seemed to brighten, and she walked with a lighter step across the room to the opposite side of the counter that I stood at. I waited for her to reach over her head with the glass in her hands, about to place the it on the level surface, then I walked briskly across the kitchen in three steps, fetching the other glass instead.

“What? No!” Taylor raised her voice, then quieted as her mood shifted. “That’s … mine.”

“Thanks. You’re the best.” I walked back to where I had been standing, and, seeing her contorted expression, gave her a condescending pat on the head.

I immediately second-guessed the gesture – that might have been a little overboard. Taylor looked morosely at the glass in her hands for a second, then across the room at the sink, and I imagined that she was deciding whether it was worth the effort to dump her glass and get a fresh one. Then, seemingly making up her mind, she lifted the glass toward her lips.

“No, wait.” I side-stepped toward her, and lifted the glass out of her hands. She reached for it with a cry, probably thinking that I was creating yet another obstacle for her. I walked quickly to the sink, emptied her glass, and filled it with fresh water. Then I set it on the counter, picked up Taylor over her protests, and set her down on a stool, in front of her glass. Her expression was still hard, with her eyes narrowed and lips drawn to a thin line.

I took a deep breath. Apparently I needed to get better at reading Taylor’s mood, because I had expected this whole situation to be more playful than it had turned out. I’d better try to smooth this over, and not let it fester. “Look,” I said gently, “I wasn’t trying to be mean – I thought you’d have more fun with it. I just wanted to see how you dealt with things at your size. But … that pat on the head felt kinda shitty. Sorry.”

Taylor was busy emptying her glass. By the time I finished speaking, she had drank nearly a third of her water, which at her size had to be like drinking at least a quart. Then she paused, seeming to let herself recover for a moment before she looked at me.

“Well … it was kinda shitty. So, apology accepted, I guess.“

She was quiet for a long moment, then sighed. “I think I normally would have had fun with it. But, I don’t know … I was really thirsty. Like, the thirsty version of ‘hangry,’ whatever you’d call that.” She climbed onto the counter and turned around, sitting with her feet dangled over the edge, watching them rock back and forth in the air. Her voice quieted, taking on a hurt tone. “I just wanted to have some water, and … get back to the fun. But you had to go and make a big ordeal out of it.”

“Aww.” I stepped over and turned to face Taylor, reaching for her with both arms. She set her glass down in surprise and held up a hand between us. “No. No hug.” I ignored her refusal, judging that it most likely wasn’t actually genuine, and pulled her off the counter as I took her in my arms. She continued her half-hearted protests, but I swore that I could feel the tension leave her little body as I held her pressed against me. “Stop! I’m trying to be mad at you right now.” Then she sighed quietly and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Damn it, why are hugs so good?”

“So that dumbasses like me can make up for our mistakes.” I stroked a finger up her bare spine, then reached up to run my fingers through her hair.

“Don’t think it’ll be that easy.” Taylor’s voice sounded like she might be smiling, so I wasn’t too concerned about it. Then I felt her start as if she’d just remembered something, and she leaned away, so that she could look at me with a wide grin. “I know how you can make up for it.”

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“This is … not what I expected you to ask for.”

Taylor scoffed. “Well, I don’t think there’s a better use for strong hands than this.”

“I’m pretty sure I could think of a few.”

“Mmm. Press harder.”

“Seriously?” I already felt like I was pressing too hard.

“Yes. Harder. Ooh, that’s it.” Taylor shuddered, tilting her head back as her neck sunk into her shoulders, and I saw goosebumps appear on her arms.

I hadn’t even known that scalp massages were a thing. Even if I had known, I never would have guessed that Taylor would ask for this. My right hand was buried in her hair, fingertips rubbing slowly and firmly on her head, and I pressed with so much force that I felt like I might crush her skull. I didn’t understand how this could possibly feel good for Taylor, but her reaction was clear. She sat on a bar stool with her back to me, and she suddenly seemed so unsteady that I was worried about her falling off.

“Try to use the tips of your fingers more. Oh, God yeah.” Taylor exhaled in a quiet, tremulous sigh that was probably the closest to a purr that she could produce. Over the next minute or two, as I thoroughly massaged her half-sized crown, I started to wonder – only partly in jest – whether she enjoyed this even more than sex. Fortunately, her mood seemed markedly buoyed by my efforts, and I was no longer concerned about her being annoyed at me. Indeed, after a time, I noticed the telltale scent of her arousal, and smiled to myself as I anticipated what would come next.

She suddenly turned around in her seat, snarling my fingers in her already-tangled hair, and I extracted them carefully. I gingerly ran my fingers through, trying to straighten out some of the tangles.

Taylor peered up at me lustfully, ignoring my efforts entirely, and pulled on my waistband with a small hand as she scooted to the edge of her stool. “Now, where were we?” She started to caress my stomach with the palm of her other hand, and I felt a surge of energy at her delicate touch. I let her pull me into her, and she spread her knees to let me approach, causing my pulse to quicken as she exposed her diminutive self.

“I’m not sure,” I teased. “I think you wanted something about pants.”

“Hmm. I still want something about pants,” she replied lightly, as she reached for the button with both hands. It took more effort than she expected, and I felt her tugging on my jeans as she tried three times to undo the fastener. “Stupid pants anyway,” she muttered under her breath. Then, her obstacle surmounted, she quickly pulled down the zipper and worked her hands back and forth in my waistband, pressing her forehead into my stomach as she used the little leverage that she had to pull my jeans down to mid-thigh.

Taylor scooted backward a bit, peeling her face from my skin to look down at the bulge in my boxers, and her entire little face lit up like she had just discovered something miraculous. She leaned in close, pressing the cloth into an outline of my manhood with her small fingers, her eyes wide as if she was awestruck, comparing my size momentarily to a slender arm. If she wanted to make me feel good about my masculinity, she was doing a phenomenal job of it.

She brought her head closer, and began to kiss the fabric gently up and down my length, causing my blood to surge toward her in response, and I gathered her mussed hair in one hand to keep it from falling into her face. I felt myself start to swell in her dainty hands, and my anticipation was ratcheted upwards by every single one of her tiny machinations. Holding me in place with one hand, she used the other to slowly stroke and squeeze me, alternating between my member and my scrotum as she scraped her teeth along my length through the cloth. By this time, I was almost fully erect, straining both against the confining fabric and against Taylor’s grip that held me pinned against my thigh. She seemed to sense my plight, tugging gently at my underwear, and my cock immediately sprang forward into the slack that she had created. There wasn’t enough room for me to extend fully, so I pointed at an awkward angle, and Taylor shifted position to cup her hands around my shaft, leaning down to bring my very tip into her waiting mouth.

I ached to remove the barrier between us, to directly feel her delicate hands and her gentle tongue on my flesh. It was only through a supreme effort of will that I restrained myself from taking control, instead allowing Taylor to slowly and sensually drive me insane with desire. The cloth around my tip became wet, darkened by a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum, and she spent most of her effort there, seemingly determined to coax out as much fluid as possible.

After an eternal, insufferable wait, Taylor finally pulled the waistband toward her, rolling it downward to finally liberate me from my cloth prison. Freed from restraint, my member leaped forward, lightly smacking Taylor in the process, and she giggled as she reflexively brought a hand to her mouth in jubilant embarrassment. She looked up for a moment out of the corner of one eye, showing me half of her brilliant smile before exuberantly announcing, “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

Then Taylor looked back down and lowered her voice conspiratorially, talking to my penis directly like it was an accomplice. “You and me are going to have so much fun together!” I slowly shifted my stance, trying to gradually work myself free of my remaining clothing without disturbing Taylor’s focus. She cupped her little fingers around my shaft near the head, approaching slowly and smoothly, like she was afraid that she might startle it. One of her forefingers nestled perfectly for a moment against the lip of my head, precisely fitting the small crevice as no full-sized finger ever could. She seemed to know instinctively how to use her reduced size to her advantage, gently stroking with her tiny fingers, and stoking my ardor with their impossible subtlety. I twitched involuntarily as she took a small area of my head into her mouth, brushing the skin ethereally with her tongue, as if it were more a suggestion than an actual, physical presence.

Taylor sensed my dwindling resolve, and her eyes met mine once more, with a carnal glint this time. “You can’t finish yet,” she scolded with a devilish grin. “You need to give me all of it later, when I’m even smaller!” Of course, the idea of her wanting my emission to be even more, only inflamed my roiling insides even further, and I struggled to keep myself under control. I wouldn’t – couldn’t – allow myself end this rapturous indulgence so soon. Before I could reply, Taylor had returned to her mission, twirling her tongue languidly around my head as she smoothly stroked with both hands in unison. I shivered with my effort, and futilely tried to think unsexy thoughts, but Taylor’s touch effortlessly overwhelmed everything else in my mind.

Without warning, Taylor attempted to engulf my head with her mouth, her stretched lips pressing tightly against my adamantine flesh. She only succeeded in taking about two-thirds of the head, but that was more than enough to bring me to the brink of eruption, and the thought of overflowing her mouth with my fluids only dissolved my restraint even further. I leaned forward, placing an elbow on the counter behind Taylor to prop myself up as I strained, swimming desperately against the tide.

“C’mon, where’s your self-control?” Taylor taunted from below.

Exasperation suddenly welled up within me. After the mythic effort I’d just expended, I wasn’t about to endure ridicule from this little succubus. I took a moment to compose myself and let the tremors pass, then lifted her into the air, pulling her away from her prize.

“Hey!” Taylor exclaimed, reaching for it in dismay. “I was using that!”

I raised her to my eye level, and fixed her with a stern glare. She seemed to realize that she might have stepped over a line, and began to verbally backpedal.

“Wait. I was just teasing! I didn’t mean any– augh!” She cut off with a grunt as I pushed her firmly against the refrigerator door, her eyes still level with mine and toes dangling three feet above the floor. I stepped back, holding her against the vertical surface with one hand at arm’s length. Taylor looked down at my hand, testing my grip with her fingers, then gave up and met my eyes, raising her hands in a gesture of compliance with a nervous, appeasing smile.

“I – Look, I was just giving you a hard time. Any other guy I’ve been with would’ve –” she cut herself off as she decided to abandon that line of defense, and I replied only with a slight narrowing of my eyes. Taylor stayed quiet this time, perhaps not trusting her words to salvage the situation. I let her stew in her apprehensive silence for a few seconds, then began to trace up the side of her leg with a finger.

“You want to talk about self-control?” I asked ominously. “Let’s see how long you last.” I moved in close, until my eyes were mere inches from Taylor’s, then slowly lifted her higher, bringing her hips to my eye level, intent on my own prize now. I used my free hand to hold her svelte waist, angled slightly toward me, and her pungent musk filled my nostrils. She was more than ready for this.

Taylor’s complaint was barely audible: “Oh, that’s not fair.”

“No,” I replied simply. “It isn’t.”

(to be continued…)

Chapter 4

“So, tell me about this stuff you put in her wine.” Lana and Danny had been chatting in the background, lying on their sides facing each other, but my ears perked up at this. They had decided to give me a minute or two to recover before continuing “the fun,” as Lana had phrased it. My pussy was already aching for another release, treacherously bending my hands to its will, and I had to work again to keep myself under control.

“Well, after lunch the other day, Jeff – he’s a co-worker, I don’t remember if you’ve met – he took me to this shop downtown. It’s full of antique knick-knacks, like random old-timey junk. You know – well, Ellie knows how he’s into that kind of crap.

“Anyway, I’m looking through all this junk, trying to think of a way to convince Jeff to do something else with our lunch break, and I see this little bottle: ‘Old Aunt Gussie’s Miracle Retribution Libation.’ I call Jeff over, and we have a good laugh about how I should slip it to Ellie for cheating on me, but then the asshole wouldn’t let it go. I ended up buying the thing just to shut him up.”

“Hang on. ‘Aunt Gussie’s?’ You saw a bottle of something called ‘Aunt Gussie’s’, and thought it was a good idea to give that to your wife?” Lana sounded as appalled as I felt on hearing this.

Danny laughed shortly. “No, of course not. I got a mouse from a pet store, and fed it one drop of the stuff. Then it humped everything it could find, so I thought it was just an aphrodisiac. So I put half the bottle in Ellie’s wine, like the label said. I was as surprised as she was when this happened to her.” He gestured vaguely in my direction. He paused, seeing that my attention was on them. “Do you think she’s had enough time?”

“I think so.” The ground moved under me again as Lana exited the bed, then stood up, stretching. “Come on, little Ellie, intermission’s over!” I let my head bow slightly as I closed my eyes, swallowing a groan. She must have seen my reaction. “I can’t speak for Danny, but I won’t force you to shrink any more. It was super hot, but I can always watch the replay!” I looked up at this, feeling a ray of hope lift my spirits slightly. I looked to Danny, and he shrugged, then nodded. Really? I was finally done! The shrinking was over! I nearly collapsed with relief.

I heard Lana’s voice again. “But I don’t think it’s fair that you’ve enjoyed yourself so much tonight, when you’re the one who cheated. I think that now,” she paused for effect, “you need to pleasure us. Starting with Danny.” She motioned for him to lay on his back once more, and he complied with a grin, his head angled forward so that he could watch me.

Me, pleasure them? In my current state? I didn’t know what she expected from me, but I knew that I had to make a reasonable effort, or they might revoke their decision to let me stay at this size. I walked slowly toward Danny, gauging the best way to climb up to his stomach. In the end, I decided for the direct approach, clambering up his side, his skin surprisingly firm under my small weight. I walked up to his cock, which was now limp and hanging unthreateningly to the right. I squatted down and embraced it with both arms, pulling it to my body as I stood upright. He was about seven inches when fully erect, which was probably at about the level of my nose. In its current state, he reached up to just beneath my breasts.

I sidled to my left, expecting that Danny would prefer a profile view, then loosened my hug as I squatted deeply on his cock once more. I tightened my embrace as I lifted my body with my legs, stroking him upward as I stood. I was interrupted by a heavy mass of hot, thick liquid that dropped onto my head without warning, running over my shoulders and down my back. I looked up to see Lana’s face directly above me. “It looked like you could use some lube,” she said sweetly. Danny laughed, shaking the ground under me.

I stifled an angry outburst, instead bending down to rub the crown of my head on my subject, using my hands to transfer as much of Lana’s saliva as I could, then I resumed my stroking. The liquid did help, I admitted grudgingly, and I felt Danny start to respond, his meat starting to swell, making my work still easier as the skin became more taut. I felt a wet drip down my inner thigh, and was thankful that my hands were too occupied to give myself any attention. I deliberately kept my hips slightly out, avoiding the contact that would have threatened my self-control.

I continued, using my entire body to stroke Danny’s cock, able to stroke both upward and downward now that he had hardened. I punctuated each upstroke with kisses or licks on his colossal head, allowing myself to feel satisfaction that I was able to arouse Danny even when I was eight inches tall. I could feel his heartbeat through the hard flesh, and I began to put my ear to him on each downstroke so that I could listen, feeling a surprising intimacy.

I felt a sudden rush of hot liquid over my arms, and looked up to see Lana’s face again. She had provided more lubricant, giving it to Danny directly this time. I used my hands to spread it on his skin as I continued my motions, confident that I was doing well. But my right foot slipped on liquid during an upstroke, causing me to swing slightly to the right as I grabbed him for support, my clit sliding against his hardness. I felt an immediate surge of sparks radiate through my body, and yelped as I released my embrace and fell to the ground.

“It looks like you’re having some trouble there, El. Do you need some help?” I regained my footing and looked up at Lana, who had taken her shirt off and revealed a red bra. She was kneeling in front of me next to the bed, her breasts at roughly my eye level. She clearly had something in mind, and I hurried to resume my work, hoping to stall any escalation that she had planned. “What do you think, Dan?” she asked as she undid the clasp between her breasts. She pulled the cloth to each side, revealing herself, then turned toward him as she continued, “Does she need my help?”

The ground vibrated under my feet as Danny responded, “She absolutely does.” Horny bastard.

Lana’s breasts were only slightly larger than mine – a small C-cup – but I felt another small stab of jealousy when I saw that she didn’t have any tan lines. She motioned Danny toward her, and I felt the ground shake violently as he re-positioned himself. It was impossible to keep my footing, and I clung desperately to Danny’s manhood to avoid falling off of his body.

When the earthquake stopped, I hurried to my feet again, resuming my attention to Danny, desperately hoping to forestall whatever was coming. In the corner of my eye, I saw Lana approach from my left, watching me intently. She lowered her mouth down onto his tip, her cheek filling my vision as I tried to keep stroking Danny. My head brushed her cheek as I finished an upstroke, then her mouth followed me downward around his cock, her impossible lips as large as my arms. I felt the ground move upward slightly in response as it vibrated with an appreciative moan.

I followed her lips back up, and she paused at Danny’s tip to let saliva drip onto him. Her tongue moved around the head, spreading the liquid around as she let more fall out of her mouth. I used my hands and arms, trying to spread it evenly around the expanse of skin before me.

Then I yelped as I felt a large mass collide into me from behind, pressing me forcefully against Danny. It was soft, squishing around me as I tried to recapture my breath. I felt more hot liquid run over me, as Lana tried to deposit enough lubricant for this next phase. I tested my limbs gingerly, finding myself effectively pinned against Danny’s hard cock. Then the mass behind me began to move, forcing me downward with it. That much would have been tolerable, but my careful posture had been demolished, and my clit now rubbed roughly against the hard pillar in front of me.

I felt a torrent of pleasure pulse through me, threatening my grip on reality. I cried out, struggling frantically against the flesh all around me, not realizing that I had freed myself until I collapsed to the ground. I sat there, panting, sitting on the side of one thigh, with my hands planted on the ground so that they couldn’t betray me. My legs pressed themselves together, sliding against each other, trying to generate any sensation that could satisfy my hungry pussy. I spread my knees apart slightly, silently cursing my traitorous body.

I felt Lana’s finger nudge me. “Come on, El,” she said softly, encouragingly. “You can do this. Show Danny that you’re still a woman.” She wasn’t going to give me another option. My mind flashed back to my previous orgasm, brought on effortlessly by Lana’s pinky finger, and knew that she could shrink me anytime she wanted if I didn’t cooperate. I looked up at Danny, to my right, seeing that he was holding up his phone, recording the exchange. I wouldn’t find any help there. I sighed, determining that compliance was, once again, the best course of action, and prayed that I could prevent another climax.

I stood, turning to face the cock that required my attention, and resolved to win this time. I marched back to Danny, and embraced him once more. I felt a renewed flow of hot liquid, and didn’t bother to look this time. Danny had softened slightly, but responded quickly to my motions, my own arousal rising in tandem. I regained my rhythm, working down and back up, continuing to pepper his head with small licks and kisses, smiling at the occasional twitch that they provoked.

I was ready for Lana this time. I saw her coming, and moved swiftly to my right, positioning Danny between us. I knew that I—and therefore she—wasn’t big enough to surround him completely, so if I stayed on the opposite side, I would be safe. I felt her soft mounds press me slightly from either side, but not enough to break my posture this time. I heard Lana chuckle above me. “Smart girl.” Her giant breasts started moving, my arms trapped beneath them. I hadn’t considered that. I continued my movements, but my timing was now controlled by Lana.

I had the unshakable feeling that she wanted to shrink me again, but she could have simply pressed me against Danny with her hands, and I would be powerless to stop her from bringing me back to orgasm. Was she toying with me, making up rules for herself so that it would be more of a challenge? Or maybe she wanted to maintain deniability – I’d seen her do that to others often enough that I couldn’t discount the possibility.

I ducked reflexively as my train of thought was interrupted by Lana’s massive lips sliding down Danny’s shaft once again. I stepped back to give her enough room, then stepped forward as she passed, taking advantage of the lubricating liquid that she left behind. My clit brushed him in passing, and I pushed my hips backward in response to the fierce electric sensation that it caused inside me. I had to be careful.

I was suddenly pressed harshly into Danny again, the familiar squishiness all around me. Lana had approached from an angle, and I had been too distracted to notice. I slid sideways as she moved back to her original position, and I felt the sparks flying violently through me as my clit rubbed against the hard column. I struggled frantically, hoping that I could escape again, but my arms and legs were pinned too tightly. Liquid ran down my body once more, and I was dragged upward, waves of unbridled pleasure coursing through me.

“Lana, stop! Please, no!” I cried, hoping desperately for her sympathy. But her motion continued without interruption, smoothly transitioning to a downward motion. I felt my own wetness slick against my stomach as I slid down, my pussy leaking as it finally received the attention that I had denied it for so long. I felt my hips bucking and my toes curl up as I was pushed further and further from reality. “Please! Please, I can’t!” I didn’t know whether she could hear me through the soft, encompassing flesh.

And suddenly, the pressure lifted. I half-expected to hear a choir of angels as I inhaled deeply, excitedly releasing my arms and stepping away from Danny.

Except … I didn’t release him, and I didn’t step away. I willed my body to do so, but instead it still hugged him tightly, my hips undulating, pressing my clit hard against him in full revolt. I cried out in a horrible mixture of pleasure and anguish, riding the waves that were cresting inside of me. It only took three more strokes for the sensations to overwhelm me entirely, my every muscle straining as another climax coursed through every cell in my body. A long, solid wail escaped my throat as I felt the tide of color and electricity carry me out, cast adrift in a violent ocean of pleasure.

I wasn’t sure how long I drifted. When I started to return, the journey back felt longer this time. I felt the ground in front of me, making sure it was solid, tried to push myself up with my hands, then settled for pushing myself up onto my elbows instead. I looked around me, trying to focus. I saw something to my left, a large, pale shape rising toward the sky. I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear my vision, then gasped at what I saw.

I hurried to my feet, my momentary weakness forgotten. I stood in front of Danny’s monstrous cock, towering proudly over me. It was much larger than me now, a good eight feet tall when compared to my five feet. I sat back weakly, my mind refusing to acknowledge what I saw. I shook my head repeatedly, looking around for something, anything to pull me out of this insanity and back to the real world.