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Chapter 3

Danny paused as he listened to Lana’s response on the phone. “What are you doing?” I yelled up at him. “Don’t call Lana!”

Lana and Steve were our neighbors, and Lana was my best friend. When they moved next door four years ago, we quickly discovered that our personalities were a perfect fit. Lana was perky and vivacious, but she needed someone who would restrain her impulses before she got herself into trouble. And I needed someone who would pull me away from my work and force me to let my hair down once in a while.

But Lana also had a mischievous streak, and often enjoyed giving people a hard time. If she heard about this, she might never let me live it down.

“Thanks. Don’t bother knocking, just come straight to the bedroom.”

I threw my hands up in the air as he let the phone drop to his side. “Why did you do that? What good is she going to do?”

“She’s your best friend,” he said, kneeling back down so that his eyes were at my level again. “I thought that in a situation like this, you’d want your husband and your best friend here to help you through it.”

It sounded reasonable, but it still didn’t sit right. I sat down, trying to think, but I felt my left hand nearing my clit again, and pushed it away angrily. This was getting ridiculous; I was sure that I’d never been this ravenous before in my life.

I heard the door slam shut downstairs. Lana was here already? She must have been running on the way over. I felt an increasing uneasiness as I heard her hurried footsteps on the stairs. The door burst open, and I heard Lana’s voice as she entered the bedroom. “El?”

Usually, I would be overjoyed to see Lana, but I didn’t really want anyone else to know about my predicament. I had also been sort of avoiding her for the last couple of weeks, because of an impulsive mistake that I still didn’t want to directly confront. I felt the familiar pang of envy when I saw her luminous mocha skin, reminding me that I never had been able to get a satisfactory suntan. If I glanced sideways at the sun, I would get a sunburn. If she stood in the sun’s reflection off of my skin, she’d end up with a perfect tan.

“Dan, really?!” She yelled as she raised her hand to cover her view of Danny’s genitals. Oh right, we were naked. I couldn’t help a small laugh, since it seemed like such an insignificant thing to worry about right now. I felt my hand nearing my clit yet again, and moved it around to the small of my back. What the fuck? I still couldn’t control this? Now, of all times?

“Lana, look!” He gestured toward me.

Lana’s face took on a puzzled expression as she looked at me. “Is that a doll?” She walked slowly closer, as if unsure what she was looking at. I shifted my weight to the other foot, and my movement caused her to stop in her tracks. She squinted at me. “It looks like … El?”

She walked closer, eyes wide, then knelt next to the bed. I walked toward her, seeing her eyes look over my face and body, trying to make sense of what she saw. “El? Is that you?”

“It’s me, Lana.” I felt a sudden rush of emotion, and fell to my knees. Tears came unbidden to my eyes as my voice broke. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, sweetie.” I felt her hands enclose me, then pull me in to her shoulder. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out.” She held me there until my sobs dissipated, then held me out in front of her. “How is this possible?”

I sniffed, my nose a bit runny from the tears. I shifted slightly in her hands, trying to sit on her fingers instead of being held up by my chest. “I don’t know. It seems like it happens whenever I orgasm. But it just started tonight. I don’t even know how tall I am now. I was one-foot-ten, but then I got even smaller, and–” My voice broke again, and I stifled another sob.

“Shh, shh, we’ll get this fixed.” She pulled me in again, and I felt her turn toward Danny.

“She’s right,” he said. “It happens when she cums. Three times so far. But, I think I know what’s causing it.” I lifted my head up. What? He knew how this happened?

I heard Lana’s voice. “You know what did this to her?”

He nodded. “I put something in her wine.” I felt a chill. What? Danny had done this to me? Why? And why would he tell us now, with Lana here, instead of when I was alone and helpless?

“What?!” Lana’s voice went up an octave as she set me back on the bed in a hurried motion, then turned back to Danny. “YOU did this to El? What the fuck?” I silently cheered her on, infuriated that my husband would intentionally do this to me.

“I’ll explain it all,” Danny continued. “But first, Ellie needs to come clean.” My blood ran suddenly cold. So that was why he had invited Lana over. How did he know? I felt my breasts heaving as my breathing rate increased, icy panic in my veins.

“El doesn’t need to do shit!” I heard Lana yell at him. She was still outraged on my behalf; maybe I wouldn’t have to say anything, after all.

Danny softened his voice. “You don’t want to know what she did to you?” he asked quietly.

It worked; I saw her outrage evaporate, and her posture changed completely as she turned back to me. “El? What is he talking about?”

I looked back and forth between Lana’s face and Danny’s, hers questioning and his accusatory. I wouldn’t find help with either of them. I felt my heartbeat racing; I had to find a way out of this. The alternative was too much to think about.

“I slept with Steve!” My eyes widened in shock at my own statement, and my hands leapt up to cover my mouth. I hadn’t meant to blurt that out. Danny’s eyes shifted to Lana, and I followed his gaze, bracing myself for her reaction. I saw her expression revert to one of anger, only this time it was directed at me.

“You WHAT?!” She took a step toward me, but Danny was there to restrain her. She had covered half the distance to me in an instant though, and I stepped back reflexively, my foot catching on a fold in the blanket and sending me tumbling backwards onto my butt. “You were my best friend! How could you fuck my husband?!”

I crawled up onto my knees and looked down dejectedly. I knew that I was one foot tall, but I couldn’t have looked any more pathetic than I felt at that moment.

Danny was trying to soothe Lana. “Look, you’re angry, I understand. Believe me, I get it. I’m pissed off, too,” he said. “But we have an opportunity here, one like I’ve never even heard of before. If you want to get payback, like I do, then let’s use this situation for it. Let’s really get payback.” I saw her eyes flicker to me, then go distant as she considered his words. The anger didn’t leave her face, but it was joined by something new. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the left corner of her mouth turned upward, leaving her with a small half-smile.

Uh oh.

I had seen that expression before. Usually, that smile signaled that she had something mischievous in mind. Usually, it meant that she and I were in for some good laughs.

Usually, I wasn’t her target.

“You’re right, Dan.” Lana’s tone had brightened considerably, setting off alarm bells in my head. She gave me a long look. “This is a unique opportunity, and we can’t let it go to waste.” I felt a renewed dread. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but it couldn’t be good for me.

Lana grabbed Danny’s shoulders and turned him away from the bed, then pushed him backwards. Danny, for his part, seemed perfectly willing to let Lana call the shots for the moment, falling backwards onto the bed as she pushed. The ground rocked frantically beneath my feet in response to his sudden weight, and I struggled to stay standing.

“El, you got to sample my husband, I think it’s only fair that I get to have some of yours.” She gave me a too-sweet smile as she knelt between Danny’s knees. I heard a short laugh from Danny in response, and saw his head lift off the bed to see my reaction. I tried not to give them the satisfaction. Before Danny had calmed her down, I thought that Lana might actually do me physical harm, so if all they did was force me to watch her give Danny a blowjob, then I would consider myself lucky.

I could feel both pairs of eyes on me as Lana wrapped a hand around Danny’s manhood, then raised her tongue to it. She gave it a small lick, and Danny’s head fell back to the mattress with a happy sigh.

“Wait, this won’t do at all.” I barely had time to react before Lana scooped me up in her free hand. My head swam as she swiftly moved me sideways, then I dropped onto a new surface. I looked around my feet, suddenly realizing that I was standing on Danny’s stomach. Lana’s voice was louder in my ears now: “You should have a front-row seat for this.”

I looked up, seeing Lana’s eyes locked on me. She reached out with one finger and softly pushed down on my head, prompting me to sit obediently, feeling strings of Danny’s sparse hair under me, the strands still thinner than I had expected. I was seated just above Danny’s navel, far enough away that I didn’t need to crane my neck backward to see Lana clearly, but close enough that I had a full view. And what a view. Danny’s huge member looked magnificent in front of me, rising higher than my eye level as Lana’s long lick pushed it gently upright. Lana’s eyes didn’t leave me, but they did join the corners of her mouth in a smile, telling me that she was genuinely enjoying this.

I felt heat rising in my loins, in spite of myself; this had to be an effect of whatever had been in my wine. I watched Lana’s tongue move smoothly across Danny’s mammoth head in a languid motion as she tilted her head sideways, her hair spilling to partly cover her face. Lana had told me that she loved to give blowjobs, but did she need to make it look so damn sexy? It took all my willpower not to give my pussy the attention that it was craving, and I leaned backward to prop myself up with my arms, so that my hands would be preoccupied. Another orgasm was the last thing I needed right now.

Lana’s eyes never left me as she let the underside of her tongue work its way back down Danny’s enormous manhood. I looked away, embarrassed, but Lana nudged my head back with a finger. She shook her head slightly as she moved back upward, her lips sandwiched around Danny this time. “Hmmm-mmmm.” This elicited a contented sigh from Danny behind me. Lana closed her eyes for the first time, moving her head back upright, then leaning it forward as she took Danny’s head into her lips.

I felt a surge of energy through my body, my lips parting slightly to allow my sharp intake of breath. My hips tilted forward as I felt the rush, causing my breasts to push out in front of me. I was thankful that I had leaned back on my hands, because I would never have been able to stop them from attending to my sudden urge. I tried to remind myself of what I was actually looking at – my best friend was forcing me to watch her suck my husband’s dick in an act of revenge. I should be feeling hurt, angry, humiliated, maybe even afraid. But if I was indeed feeling any of these, they were masked entirely by my arousal.

An unsteady, high-pitched moan quietly left my throat without my consent. But it didn’t escape Lana’s notice. She cracked open an eye to peer at me, moving her lips back up to Danny’s tip before letting it go with a small pop. She giggled shortly. “Enjoying the show?” she asked with a teasing grin. Then she raised her voice slightly. “Hey Dan, El is getting off from watching this! Did you know that your little wife was such a slut?”

I felt a spike of indignance rise up through my chest. “It’s not my fault!” I protested. “It’s that … poison in my wine, it made me super horny!” I had been about to call Danny out for poisoning me, but decided at the last moment that it wouldn’t be wise to antagonize either of them.

“Who are you trying to convince, El?” She nodded at me slightly with an expression of faux skepticism, as if she knew better than that. I sputtered, unable to find an adequate response in the moment. Lana resumed her slow ministrations, taking Danny full in her mouth this time, watching intently for my reaction. I tried not to give her one, struggling inwardly with the effort that it required. I felt the vibration of Danny’s appreciative moan beneath me when his tip reached her throat, and I bit my lip as I fought to restrain myself.

My shoulders were getting sore from this unfamiliar position, so I leaned forward and planted them on my knees, hoping that it would also help me control my now-gyrating hips. But my thumbs immediately moved of their own volition, caressing downward on my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, and moved my hands around the other side of my legs, pinching them behind my knees. I held my knees tight to my chest and placed my chin on top as I slowly started rocking side-to-side. I had to keep this under control!

But Lana wasn’t going to let me. “Oh, looks like little Ellie is having some trouble!” she teased. “I think I’d better help her out.” What exactly did that mean? I looked at her hand pensively as it snaked around behind me, positioning her thumb and forefinger under my arms, which still held my knees closely. She lifted me effortlessly, moving me onto the blanket near Danny’s side. Did I really weigh so little now? Her fingers delicately moved me into the position that she desired, first lifting my arms away from my legs, then laying me flat on my back. I briefly considered resisting, but decided that compliance was better for now. I felt the ground move erratically as Danny repositioned himself, presumably for a better view, but I was too occupied to check.

“Are you jealous that Dan here is getting all the attention?” I felt her thumb and finger come to rest gently on my breasts before she softly pinched them together. I arched my back as I moaned in response, my hands flying up to hold her fingers to me. I heard a sound like a camera shutter, and looked to my left to see Danny holding up his phone. I yelped indignantly at this, but my attention was redirected when Lana gently massaged my breasts several more times, each one eliciting a slightly higher-pitched moan from me. I felt my control slipping away dangerously. My back arched anew each time, and my hands rubbed her fingers hard, trying to hold them tightly to me.

I felt myself lift off the ground as Lana tried to raise her finger and thumb away from me, but my tight grip on her was enough to hold me in place. I was surprised that it was so little effort – I guess my weight really was that small. I was lowered slowly back to the ground before Lana placed a finger from her other hand on my stomach to ensure that I stayed in position. I let her fingers go this time, feeling a small disappointment. I saw that Danny was still holding his phone up, but I hadn’t heard the shutter sound. Was he taking video instead?

The ground rocked again, this time as Lana slid off the bed, then kneeled next to the edge as she slid me toward her. I felt Danny move as well, and looked upward to see his body circled around behind me, laying on his side. My attention was refocused as I felt a huge finger place itself gently between my breasts. When I looked, I saw that it was Lana’s pinky finger this time, nearly as long as my forearm, slowly sliding down and around my right breast, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind. My hands, without my guidance, positioned themselves on my breasts in an effort to replace the squeezing that Lana’s fingers had previously provided.

Lana’s intense gaze wasn’t helping my self-control at all. I had never thought of myself as tending toward exhibitionism, but every time looked toward her, I saw her lingering eyes fixated on me, and each time sent a small thrill down my spine. I closed my eyes again and tried to focus on calming my heavy breathing. Her giant pinky slid downward over my stomach, and I felt a sudden wet warmth on the calf of my right leg, an upward pressure lifting it higher into the air. My eyes opened in shock, and I looked down to see Lana’s tongue on my leg, slowly moving up to my ankle.

I felt Lana’s hot breath on the entire lower half of my body as she exhaled before planting a small kiss on the sole of my foot. But it was a cruel distraction – I shook involuntarily as I felt her slick pinky touch my pussy lips. “Please, don’t,” I moaned, gripping her finger with both hands and pushing away. I had intended to push her finger away, but pushed myself instead. A softly repositioned finger on my stomach locked me into place before I felt her touch on my lips again.

“Lana, no, no ….” I trailed off, shaking my head, my soft “no”s becoming whispers, my hips and legs reacting reflexively to her every touch. Thankfully, she avoided my clit for now, sliding the tip of her finger up and down my slit, occasionally pausing to circle slowly at my entrance. With each circle, my hips moved forward, overriding my will and attempting to draw her inside. She moved slightly away each time, not letting my dripping pussy have what it wanted.

I became lost in a haze as this continued, feeling Lana’s touch on me, trying to keep at bay the fire inside of me. I was snapped back to reality when Lana didn’t pull her finger back from my hips, allowing me to slide my slick tunnel onto the tip of her pinky. “O-o-oh!” My moan was high and ragged as I felt a tide inside of me trying to carry me away to a new orgasm, and I dedicated every fiber of my will to preventing it.

I was successful, at least for the moment. Lana had left her finger in place, letting me regain control. My body was shaking uncontrollably, and my breathing was reduced to heavy gasps. Then I felt her finger slide out of me, and my hopes lifted. Maybe she was done with me for now. I pushed my legs to the ground, feeling the tightness in my overworked hip muscles as I straightened my legs. My breathing started to slow as I felt control returning.

“Stand up, El, we aren’t finished yet.” I closed my eyes in resignation for a moment before sitting up – it was too much to hope for. As I stood, Lana lay her hand on the bed in front of me, then turned it palm-up. She let all her fingers lay flat on the bed, then bent her pinky at the first knuckle so that it was pointing straight up into the air. I stared in confusion for a moment. She can’t mean–

But she did. I felt her other hand nudging me toward her pinky, and prayed silently that I could make it through this without cumming. I stepped forward, then lowered myself to my knees, straddling the first knuckle of her pinky, with one knee on her palm. I scooted backward until I the tip of her huge finger was wedged between my ass-cheeks, then leaned forward to move her fingertip up and down my lips, lubricating it with my juices. I silently thanked Lana for keeping her fingernails short.

I bit my lip as I guided her tip inside my wet tunnel, but I could still hear my muffled moan. Lana had slender fingers, but it still felt really big – not as huge as Danny was after the first time I shrank on his cock, but still bigger than I was used to. My inner fire leapt up again, and I despaired at my chances of making it through this without shrinking once more. I slowly inched down further on her, each fraction stoking my fires to new heights.

I stopped when I felt her finger suddenly widening, then looked down to see that I had reached her knuckle. Lana took the opportunity to chime in: “That’s quite a grip you have, little Ellie.” I looked up to see the two of them staring with rapt attention as I teetered on the edge of abandon. I closed my eyes, trying to push them from my mind as I slid up on her finger slightly, trying to let some of my wetness lubricate the sudden girth of her knuckle, then held my breath while I lowered myself back down again. I shivered as I felt her stretching me still further, feeling every tiny bump and dip in her joint as it passed through me. After an eternity, I felt her narrowing again, and I let my breath release – success! – then felt my chest heave as I gasped for oxygen.

As my breath steadied, I noticed that my heaving had lowered me still further on Lana’s pinky, and I moved my hips in a circular motion, trying to let my pussy adjust. I nearly lost my balance as I felt her finger move, then shrieked as it bent inside me, the fingertip touching my second-most erogenous spot. I splayed my knees farther apart, leaning forward to move her finger away from my sensitive area, and impaled myself on her as far as I could, trying to prevent her from being able to reach that spot again. I heard Lana and Danny chuckle at my desperate attempt to keep myself away from the edge.

I was leaning forward, my weight partly on my elbows, trying to calm myself again. I swallowed hard, then started inching back up just as I heard Lana say, “Don’t stop now, you’re putting on such a sexy little show!” I built a small rhythm, one that I felt like I could control, sliding upward to her knuckle, then back down again. My body was shaking with the effort of restraining my urges, and I noticed that I had a sheen of sweat that was starting to coalesce weirdly into large droplets. I used my hands to push myself backward, regaining a mostly-upright position as I began bouncing slowly on Lana’s digit. I felt it bend again on a downward stroke, barely missing my tender spot and causing me to lower myself suddenly with another shriek. I glared up at Lana, seeing only amusement on her face in return.

I couldn’t let her do that again, if I wanted to avoid becoming any smaller. I slid back upward on Lana, this time not stopping at her knuckle. I felt it stretching me again as I slid over it, prompting several small moans and more shaking in the process. Then I was past, and I could safely exhale again. Now she wouldn’t be able to reach it anymore.

“It looks like you really like that part, Ellie.” It was Danny’s voice this time; I had almost forgotten that he was still here. I felt another of Lana’s fingers on the top of my head, nudging me downward in agreement. I suppressed a sigh, realizing that I was about to lose my battle against my coming orgasm. I slid down again, the surface slicker this time with more of my juices. I inhaled sharply as I felt myself accommodate the wider part of her finger, then gasped again as I felt it suddenly narrow. Steeling myself against the sensations, I forced myself back upward, trying to hold my breath as it passed through, but unable to suppress the moans that were determined to escape from me.

I felt her finger twitch inside me, suddenly forcing itself upward. The unexpected thrust sent a jolt through my entire body, and I felt my self-control slip out of my grasp. I shoved my hips down quickly, then back up at the same speed, the consequences now distant from my mind. I fucked her pinky finger like a wild thing, not caring what sounds I was making anymore. I knew that I was on the precipice now, and I was fully prepared to throw myself over the edge.

One-foot-ten. The words came to my mind unbidden. I knew that I wasn’t that tall anymore, but it was a sudden reminder of what was at stake, and what I was allowing to happen. I summoned every scrap of sanity that I could muster, and tried with all my might to throw myself back away from the edge. I felt a sudden change in my pussy, and rolled to my side, vaguely realizing that this meant that Lana wasn’t inside me anymore. My body was spasming, but I hadn’t seen the colors, and I still felt energy pent-up inside me. Had I managed to keep it under control this time?

“Wow. That was … an impressive performance.” Lana’s tone sounded sincere, and I rolled again so that I could look at her. Her hand was to my side, and I felt a deep relief when I saw that it was still the same size as before.

“But you know that you’re going to shrink again, right?” I felt my stomach drop as I unsuccessfully searched her face for any indication that she wasn’t serious. My mind raced furiously. I had to stop this somehow. I needed to find a way to convince Lana that I was better at this size, that she would enjoy it more if I didn’t shrink again. I pushed myself to my hands and knees, pausing momentarily to stretch my muscles, hoping they would be steady for the performance I was about to give.

I started crawling on all fours toward Lana’s hand, trying to make it look sexy. “But if that happens,” I began, “your finger would be too big for me to take. Didn’t you like feeling my tight, tiny pussy wrapped around your fingertip?” Her hand was still palm-up on the bed, so her pinky was the first thing to come into my reach. I used both hands to pull it to my chest, snuggling it between my breasts and giving the fingertip a couple small licks. “Don’t you like being able to make me shake with the slightest little twitch of your finger?”

I reached for her ring finger, pulling it upright and wrapping my arms around it. I lifted my knee into the air, pressing it against her finger in what I hoped was an erotic pose, and I slid my entire body down the length of her finger. “Isn’t it hot that you can control me so well from the inside?” I turned to look at Lana’s face, my spirits lifting as she appeared to be swayed by my words. I continued, “If I shrink again, we can’t have that anymore.”

I saw Lana’s jaw set, and knew that I had made a misstep. “No,” she said, forcefully. “You’re going to get smaller, and I’m going to watch it happen. It’s the least you can do after fucking my husband.”

Shit. For a moment, I thought that I had beaten the odds. I felt my stomach drop, a feeling that I was having entirely too often tonight. I fell to my knees, allowing my hands to hang loosely at my sides.

“And I think I’ve waited long enough.” Her hand moved suddenly in front of me, pushing me onto my back, her other forefinger coming to rest again below my breasts. My legs were lifted off the ground, then I felt a finger between my calves. I knew from the slick wetness that it was the pinky I had been so intimate with. It slid down my legs, smoothly but quickly, skipping my clit again before coming to rest on my lips. I felt her fingertip work its way between my lips again, circling once more at my entrance before entering me slightly. I felt all of my pent-up energy come rushing back, the embers roaring back to life. My hands frantically grabbed at the blanket behind my head, but the material was too stiff now for me to grab. I whimpered as my hips tried to push her deeper inside, but she withdrew, then slid up and down the length of my slit once again.

I was bucking my hips against her finger, my self-control lost once more, my will evaporated. I hadn’t realized that I had grabbed her finger, but I felt myself pulling it toward me, striving for the instrument of my release. Lana obliged, sliding her finger up my lips, and decidedly not avoiding my clit this time. I cried out lustfully, using my arms to push her finger side-to-side over my clit. Instead, I moved myself underneath her finger, but the effect was the same. I tried to arch my hips into her finger, but it was unyielding, the pressure increasing on my clit to an unbearable level, then sliding suddenly away.

I felt my orgasm explode through me, releasing the energy in waves that washed away all sense of being. My body was lost to me for an eternity as I rode the surges, the familiar colors swirling again behind my eyes.

My next awareness was a groaning sound in my ears. It was some time later that I realized it was my own voice. I heard something else, farther away, but couldn’t focus on it. As my mind slowly pulled itself back together, I searched for something to anchor myself. I blinked my eyes, and saw Danny and Lana’s blurry faces looking at me, their smiling mouths moving. But something was off about them …. I felt a sudden jolt. One-foot-ten.

I finally realized that the other sounds were Lana and Danny excitedly talking to each other. Then Lana’s voice became louder, directed at me. “Whoa! That was amazing, El!”

I scrambled to my knees, panting unabashedly, searching my vicinity for anything that I could use as a size reference. Lana seemed to sense what I wanted, or perhaps wanted a reference for herself, and held her hand out to me. As it approached, I could immediately see that it had become larger, and that her longer fingers were now roughly the size of my legs. I held my arm out to her pinky, and aligned my elbow with its base. Then I straightened my fingers, seeing that they barely extended beyond her fingertip, and I let my arm drop back down in despair.

I heard the unmistakable sound of Danny’s tape measure behind me, and turned to see him place the end tab on the bed, not far away. I dutifully walked over, and stood up straight next to the tape, bracing myself for the news.

“Seven and three-quarters.”

Julia walked into her apartment, her arms full of shopping bags, and she struggled a bit to close the door behind her due to the unwieldy assemblage. Like many of the girls in her social circle, shopping was a therapeutic exercise to Julia, and she felt like she desperately needed it lately. Today’s therapy had been one for the record books, nearly filling her Mercedes with the various items she’d purchased. She wondered for a moment whether it would take her more than two trips to retrieve the rest of it.

But that could wait a few minutes, Julia decided as she deposited her bags on the floor, then stood upright and brushed aside a blond curl that had fallen in front of her face. She didn’t really feel like hauling more stuff around right now – first, she’d have something cold and refreshing. She flipped the lights on, then walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door, pondering the wealth of beverage choices in front of her. None of them seemed like quite what she wanted to drink right now, but she felt content just standing there with the cool air wafting over her tanned skin for a while. The thin fabric of her sundress allowed the light breeze to pass straight through, and she shivered as a drop of sweat on her tummy suddenly felt wonderfully chilled.

“Tough decision, isn’t it?” came a female voice from behind her. A small yelp escaped from Julia’s lips before she could contain it, and she whirled around to see who had dared to trespass in her apartment.

Julia recognized the pale, raven-haired girl instantly. “Ashli,” she growled, admirably controlling the disgust and anger that she felt at the skinny girl’s presence. Julia still didn’t understand how Jason could have dumped her for this scrawny, antisocial little bitch. Her girlish, underdeveloped body didn’t begin to compare to Julia’s, and she’d barely said two words to anyone all semester. Ashli was still showing off that infuriatingly smug little smile that she carried everywhere, as if she was slightly amused by the childishness of everything around her. And standing next to her ….

“Jason?” The sting of seeing him here, with his arm around Ashli, punctured through Julia’s anger and abruptly shoved a heartful of hurt and disappointment in its place. It was all wrong. Julia belonged there, with Jason’s arm wrapped around her, but now this pretentious little nobody had taken her place. If Jason hadn’t been here at this moment, Julia wouldn’t have hesitated to scratch the ever-loving shit out of Ashli’s face with her fingernails, she was sure of it. But with him right there, watching her … she lowered her eyes, turning back to the refrigerator. “Get out. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Are you sure?” came Ashli’s voice behind her, with a slightly taunting tone. “I think you do want to see Jason.” Julia bowed her head slightly as she squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly suppressing a sigh and steeling herself for this encounter. It was true, though: she did want to see him, both romantically and literally. She turned back toward them, shutting the refrigerator door in the same motion, and turned her gaze to Jason.

It made her insides ache, to see what she had lost. What had been stolen from her. Jason’s physique was well-defined and muscular, but not overly bulky – perfect for both showing off to her social circle, and for snuggling. At 6’2”, he was eight inches taller than Julia, big enough that he made her feel dainty in his arms, and still slightly taller than her even when she wore her tallest high heels. Her eyes shifted to his muddy-blond hair, a wavy mop of thick hair that she had loved to run her fingers through. Just looking over his features was sending a rush of emotions through her. Those piercing blue eyes, his still-kissable lips … Julia took a half-step toward him before she stopped herself, fighting the rush of embarrassment that flooded through her.

Get control of yourself, she chided. With an effort, she tore her eyes from Jason, turning her focus to Ashli instead. A spike of anger surged inside Julia. That’s more like it, she thought. The hurt and sadness had made Julia flustered and uncertain; but anger … well, she could channel anger into something useful. But even as she had the thought, her eyes slid back to Jason, who regarded her curiously as those horrible feelings came flooding back.

“Please –” Julia started, then hesitated when it came out sounding like a plea. She took a breath to steady herself, then began again more forcefully. “Just go, before I call the cops.”

“Relax, Julia,” Ashli told her nonchalantly. The quiet girl’s confidence was unnerving, so unlike the almost-silent demeanor that she had always shown around campus. The only reason that Julia even knew her name was that they were in the same dorm, and everyone had been introduced to each other during orientation at the beginning of the school year. After that, Ashli had been effectively invisible. That is, until the tramp had stolen her boyfriend. Not only had Julia lost Jason, but being dumped by him for a geeky nobody had put a huge dent in her social status. Julia had half a mind to strangle the arrogant little trollop right here, even with Jason watching.

“When we’re done here, you’ll have everything you want.” Julia was startled by Ashli’s quiet voice near her ear – she had been so focused on Jason that she hadn’t even noticed the other girl’s approach. She felt a cool finger on her jawline and recoiled at the touch, taking a step back and pulling her eyes away from her ex-boyfriend long enough to glare at the unwelcome intruder.

Everything she wants? “Yeah, sure,” Julia laughed; a short, acerbic sound. “I want you out of my apartment. And I doubt you’re willing to let go of my boyfriend,” Julia spat, the words bitter in her mouth. She looked back to Jason – what did he think of all this? Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that his eyes were still on her. When their eyes met, the small smirk on his mouth widened noticeably. Was he amused by all of this?

Ashli laughed softly, interrupting Julia’s thoughts again. “Well, I think there’s some room to negotiate on that point.” Jason broke into a grin, and they looked at each other like they were sharing an inside joke.

“Negotiate?” Julia’s reply was almost automatic, prompted by a flash of annoyance. But the feeling swiftly evaporated when Jason turned his head, drawing her attention to the two-day stubble on his face. She’d always loved it when he wore a little stubble; it perfectly accented his tanned skin, which was just a shade darker than her own.

“You say you want a boyfriend, but we all remember how much you bragged to everyone about your ‘amazing’ sex life,” Ashli responded in that quietly captivating voice. Her tone was bathed in condescension, to the point that it would have made Julia seethe regardless of the words. “I don’t think you’re interested in the romance at all. It’s clear that all you really want … is Jason’s cock.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Julia shot back instantly, enraged by the not-so-subtle implication of her own sleaziness, and by the audacity of this little hooker to say something like that to her. She did want it, of course … wanted it a lot, actually – she hadn’t been lying when she bragged about their sex. It’s possible that she even wanted it more than she liked him doting on her, or more than she enjoyed showing off the hunkiest guy on campus as her boyfriend.

But Ashli couldn’t possibly know any of that. And Julia knew that she hadn’t been looking at Jason’s crotch, so she hadn’t given Ashli any sort of telltale sign during the conversation. Although, now that it was on her mind, Julia’s eyes were drawn in that direction now. She felt a bit of pride at the fact that she had avoided looking at the front of Jason’s shorts until now. Resisting the temptation for this long was a convincing demonstration of her iron self-control. As her eyes wandered over his bulge, she thought that she could see, in a couple places, where the wrinkles in his shorts were outlining the shape of his penis. Her body shivered slightly as she imagined taking his stiffening manhood in her encouraging hands, in her welcoming mouth … in her achingly lonely kitty.

This time, it was Jason who interrupted Julia’s thoughts. “I don’t think she heard you, babe.” She looked up at him, seeing his eyes on her and his accompanying wide grin, then fought a blush when she realized that he had caught her staring.

“I said,” Ashli repeated quietly with that intolerably self-satisfied little smile, “that you can have Jason’s cock. All you can handle. More, even.” Julia looked at her, then at Jason, trying to determine what they were playing at. Had they set up a camera somewhere? Obviously, they wouldn’t just let her have his dick. His hard, throbbing, mouth-watering dick …. Ugh, it was hard to even think with Jason’s bulge right there in front of her. As her eyes were drawn back to it, she was sure that its prominence had grown somewhat over the past few seconds. And knowing that he was becoming aroused, becoming bigger and harder, escalated Julia’s arousal in response. She imagined the feel of him in her hands, rock-hard and radiating heat. She realized that she was panting in short and rapid breaths, her jaw hanging partly open, and she closed it with an effort.

“Don’t worry,” Ashli’s cool voice continued, echoing in Julia’s ears. “I know you think Jason has the most incredible cock in the world. And that you want it more than anything else.” Julia hadn’t really thought about it in those terms before, but she realized that Ashli was right. At the moment, she could hardly think of anything beyond his unparalleled manhood, and given the opportunity, she’d do practically anything to have it once more. Her social status, her family wealth, her beauty – she’d give up any of it if she knew that it would guarantee access. But that was the rub, wasn’t it? She couldn’t trust that Ashli and Jason would actually deliver what they promised. What Ashli had promised, really – Jason had barely said anything this whole time. There’s no way in hell that Julia would trust her.

Her attention was still fixed on Jason’s shorts, where she was certain that the bulge was still growing. Julia imagined having him in her mouth again, after these weeks without him, finally slathering him with her attention, and proving to him that she could pleasure him like no other woman. She heard a sound in her ears, and it took her a second to realize that it was coming from her own throat, a low moan of desire – nearly a growl. The sound provoked a small laugh from Ashli, the first time that Julia had ever heard her actually laugh.

“Oh, I know,” Ashli told her soothingly, her voice tinged with amusement, as if she was placating a small child who was upset over something trivial. “It’s so hard to resist.” Julia felt Ashli’s cool fingers brushing her hair back behind her ears, and she could feel the dark-haired girl’s attention on her as if it were a physical presence. “But you don’t have to pretend anymore, Julia. We all know what you want. All you have to do is beg for it, and you can have his cock every single day.”

Every single day. The words rang in Julia’s ears. She could have Jason’s beautiful, incomparable cock every single day. She still didn’t trust Ashli, but it was clear now that they both knew exactly what she wanted. And if she did what Ashli asked, if she begged for Jason’s cock, what was the harm, since she’d only be proving what they obviously already knew? If they were lying, if they did have a camera stashed somewhere recording this, Julia could find a way to play it off, as a prank maybe. Or whatever, she’d find some way to defuse the situation, as she always did with every potential embarrassment. But … if Ashli was true to her word … every single day. Some risks were worth the reward.

As Julia’s thoughts dissipated, she was surprised to find that Jason’s crotch was at her eye level now; she had already dropped to her knees without even thinking. She already knew the path she was on, and a glance upward at Jason’s expectant expression only solidified it.

“Please, Jason!” She had never heard her own voice sound so pathetic before, and she felt her hot blood rushing to her face in shame. But she pushed on, already committed to her course of action. “I need your cock, like I’ve never needed anything before! I’ll do anything, I’ll … I’ll even let you do butt stuff if you want.” She dimly noticed his eyebrow raise – that had been one of the few points of contention during their relationship. But instead of answering, he looked to Ashli, and Julia followed his gaze. She still wore that awful little smile, nearly unchanged, and Julia began to despair. She’d debased herself, made herself vulnerable like never before, apparently for naught. Julia’s voice quieted as she continued her pleas, lowering her eyes as she was no longer able to face those who would keep her away from her deepest desire. She tried to hold back her sobs as she felt that precious reward slipping away. “Please, Jason. I know you’re not a mean person. You wouldn’t want to hurt me like this, even if you have moved on. Please ….”

The ensuing pause was lengthy enough for Julia to start making plans for how to contain the damage in her social circle when word got out about this. Then, at last, she heard Ashli’s voice above, with an expectant tone: “Well? We told her that she could.” Julia’s head snapped upward with such a hopeful expression that Ashli burst into a short laugh before catching herself.

“Are – are you sure, babe? You really want to go through with this?” Jason seemed to be asking more out of a sense of obligation than any actual uncertainty.

“Oh, I absolutely want to go through with this.” Julia watched Ashli’s small smile widen into something sinister, and a shiver washed over her spine. It was disconcerting enough that Julia actually began to reconsider whether she should continue with this. But then her eyes were drawn to the motion of Jason unbuttoning his shorts, and her momentary hesitation was wiped away, like it had never even existed.

Julia hurried forward on her knees, ignoring the harshness of the hard linoleum floor on her joints as she shuffled toward Jason. She reached him just as he finally drew out his semi-flaccid cock, and she could swear that a choir of angels burst into song. She gasped involuntarily at the sight of it, and cradled his member gently in both her hands. Perfectly sized, flawlessly shaped, even its coloration seemed immaculate. “Oh, God,” she whispered as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on its head.

“That’s it, Julia,” Ashli encouraged gently. “You’ve missed the taste of your Master, so badly.” Julia ventured a long, slow lick up his hardening shaft, relishing the long-lost savory taste of Master. The taste of him on her tongue, his texture on her lips, began to satiate a deep-seated craving that she’d forgotten she had. It was hard to believe that she’d managed to survive for weeks without indulging in this. Unable to wait any longer, she sandwiched his head between her lips and slid him slowly, delectably toward her throat, loving the way that Master was so perfectly shaped for her mouth. He was the perfect size, too: long enough that it was an effort for her to bury him to the hilt, to force an inch or two of his tip into her throat, but doing so wasn’t beyond her capacity. It made her feel like pleasuring Master properly was just at the edge of her ability, which seemed somehow appropriate.

Julia felt a sudden dread in her stomach. Had she called Master “Jason” earlier, instead of addressing him properly? She wasn’t quite certain, and her mind was too preoccupied to focus properly on the question. If she had slipped up, and had disrespected Master in such a way, then he had been gracious enough to ignore the slight. It was yet another example of how generous he was to Julia, and it made her even more determined to pleasure him better than Ashli ever could.

“Master,” she whispered breathlessly, in between motions. “Am I doing well?”

His initial response was a low moan that sent a wave of accomplished satisfaction through Julia. “This is the best blowjob you’ve ever given, Julia.” She couldn’t help but smile around the hard shaft between her lips at the compliment, until he continued, “But you really should be naked for this.”

The words were a dagger in Julia’s heart. How could she have overlooked something so obvious? She shed her clothes in record time, slipping the sleek dress down her hips so that she wouldn’t need to part her lips from Master’s deserving cock. The rapid whirlwind of activity caused Ashli to laugh, a short and derisive sound. Julia felt the heat in her face, and redoubled her efforts to make up for the inexcusable oversight.

“Such a good little slut,” Ashli said in her softly mocking tone, as she slowly gathered Julia’s blond locks of hair to hold them out of the way. Finally, the worthless pest was doing something useful, holding her hair out of the way. If only Ashli would stop talking for a while, Julia would finally be able to concentrate properly. But Ashli continued, clearly oblivious to how awkward she was in this situation. “It’s obvious how much you love this, Julia. Your Master’s cock is your entire world, isn’t it?”

Julia withdrew him from her mouth for a moment to regard the magnificent phallus in her hands. “My … my world,” Julia repeated absently. She was surprised all over again by how impressive the hot pulsing organ felt in her hand. Master’s manhood was truly second to none, and surely deserved its place at the center of her life; she was determined not to waste this opportunity. How had she been so lucky, to have a second chance at this, even after Ashli had taken him away? Maybe it was fated somehow, or maybe her Master was simply exceedingly generous. Whatever the reason, Julia would make the most of her chance. She took him into her mouth again, pressing firmly with her lips and tongue as he entered. She heard his deep moan above, and she moaned to match him as she felt the warm rush of satisfaction surge through her. In the past, she’d moan while pleasuring him, knowing that the vibrations would help her to drive him wild. But this time, it was involuntary, and it felt somehow more right that she was deriving so much pleasure herself, directly from the act of pleasing him.

It was so easy to lose herself in the rhythmic act of pleasuring Master, pulled away from herself by the sensual feel of him on her fingers and in her mouth, combined with the rising internal euphoria that was fueled by Master’s enjoyment of her. This was what she needed to do, what she was born to do. What greater purpose could there possibly be for a man and a woman, if not to bring each other to such great heights? She could feel his arousal, pulsing between her lips and swelling in her throat, and she knew that the air was thick with the scent of her matching arousal. Julia couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.

Until, inevitably, the moment was broken by Ashli’s clumsiness. “Don’t you dare finish too soon,” she said warningly, presumably to Master. Julia pushed the words from her mind as soon as she heard them, trying to ignore the irritating girl and focus instead on what truly mattered. Ashli continued speaking, at the far edge of Julia’s awareness. “So, what do you think? Do you like our new pet?”

Master stifled a moan of pleasure, then chuckled throatily in response. “A perfect little cock-worshipper, just like you promised.”

“And I always keep my promises.” Then, a blessed silence, finally letting Julia concentrate properly again on pleasuring his succulent cock. When Ashli spoke again, Julia was so annoyed that she could have screamed, if she wasn’t so intensely focused on her duty. “Although … I did say little cock-worshipper, didn’t I?” Ashli mused, with an odd emphasis on the word little. “Seems like I’ve only kept half my promise. So far.” A bit of uncharacteristic joviality had crept into her voice, and though Julia was only dimly aware of what the girl had said, a nervous tension welled up inside her. She didn’t want to think about what the words meant, instead channeling her anxious energy into redoubling her efforts on the thick manhood in her mouth. It felt good to push the anxiety to the back of her mind and simply focus on this single thing, to pour her energy and focus into what mattered most. The repetitive sensations in her fingers and lips were a soothing balm, almost meditative.

Ashli’s voice broke into Julia’s awareness again, quiet and breathy, close to her ear this time. “You love how big he feels, don’t you, Julia? Your fingers wrapped around his huge cock, so thick that you can barely stretch your lips around him ….”

It was starting to annoy Julia, the way that Ashli kept interrupting her simply to state the obvious. Not that Ashli was wrong. Julia loved the way that Master filled her mouth, so large that she could barely take half of his length. She could have sworn that she had memories of taking the entirety of him, all the way to the hilt, but that couldn’t be right – she could never have forced anything this thick so far down her throat. It must have simply been a daydream, an aspirational image of herself pleasing Master as he deserved. Pleasing him as she never could, in reality. She felt a sudden onrush of inadequacy, and enlisted a second hand to stroke his iron shaft, belatedly realizing that she’d been using only one hand, which was obviously insufficient with her fingers barely reaching halfway around him. He deserved better than that, and she couldn’t bear to feel like she was giving Master less than he deserved.

Julia was barely aware of Master’s wordless exclamation above her, followed by an incredulous “You can do that?” She wasn’t sure what he meant, and truthfully, it didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was pleasing the massive organ before her, proving that she was worthy of the task, that her feelings of inadequacy were unwarranted. Julia stood below him, pushing herself to the limit, desperate to deserve his approval, and he towered over her, as he always had. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, stretching her lips slightly with every pulse. Her jaw ached from holding it so far open, straining to keep from scraping her teeth on his skin, and her throat felt bruised from her repeated attempts to take him deeper than she could handle. But she hadn’t yet pleasured him well enough, couldn’t possibly do it well enough. Yet she had to try.

“It’s so difficult, isn’t it?” Ashli’s voice again, quietly insistent, cut through her awareness despite Julia’s attempts to ignore her. “Trying to please such a … prodigious cock, one that’s so far beyond your talents. So enormous that you can’t even circle it with both hands.” Master must not have been fully hard, because as the other girl quieted, Julia felt him swell in her mouth, causing a sharp pain in her lips as she was stretched past her limit. She quickly withdrew him, trying to content herself with rubbing her mouth and hands along his shaft, until it was pulled up over her head, to where she could barely reach. He hadn’t been standing at his full height – Julia couldn’t think of any other explanation for his sudden movement to the edge of her reach. Why didn’t he stay lower, where she could service him better? She moaned, not in pleasure this time, but an embarrassingly pitiful sound, driven by her desperate need to please Master, and her inability to do it properly.

“Aww, I think our pet needs a little help,” Ashli said with a small giggle. Julia would have glared daggers at the ridiculously tall girl, but her attention was focused where it belonged, on more important matters.

“Please, Master,” she heard herself whimper. “I need to ….”

Julia gripped the massive column near its base, and with a desperate heave, she pulled herself off the ground and up to it, surprising herself with her own strength. She licked voraciously at the bottom of his shaft, eager to make up for the lost time, and moaning unconsciously as her gratification returned. Her feet dangled awkwardly for a moment before she bent at the waist, lifting her legs until they were level with her hips and wrapping them around Master’s thigh for support. Confident that she was now securely anchored, Julia turned her focus entirely to pleasing Master.

She heard a pair of chuckles above her – his deep and rumbling, hers high and lilting. “She’s so dedicated,” Ashli said to him, as if she wouldn’t do the same if given the opportunity. Julia marveled at the throbbing pole in her arms, thicker than her own legs and nearly as long. Unfortunately, she could only reach a small portion of its surface, barely half of the underside. She hoped that it would be enough to please Master.

Julia heard the sounds of kissing high above, and felt a rising panic as her fear seemed to be confirmed. Were her efforts so insufficient that Master was distracted, that his attention had wandered? She anguished at the mere thought of it. There must be something that she can do better, something that he couldn’t ignore. She thought frantically for a moment, wondering if she could climb entirely atop his manhood, before she realized her mistake. Of course – she’d entirely neglected Master’s balls. It was no wonder that he had found her efforts to be unsatisfactory. But now she would rectify her error, would service him properly.

Slackening her grip on Master’s base slightly, Julia lowered herself to Master’s sac, reaching out with her tongue to lap at his wrinkled skin. She could feel his short, stiff hairs from not having shaved in the past few days, sharp on her tongue. But she had to persevere, needed to show that she was capable of pleasing him. Using her precise fingers, she pulled on his skin, smoothing out wrinkles so that she could rub and kiss and lick at every square millimeter of his sac, cleaning the pungent, masculine sweat from the skin as she went. His balls pressed against her as she shifted position slightly, and the twin heavy masses were a comforting presence here, in Julia’s rightful place beneath Master’s cock.

She was just starting to lose herself in her task, to feel like she was finally atoning for her previous oversight, when she heard Ashli’s voice again. Determined not to be distracted this time, Julia did her best to ignore the velvety assertive tone, but still the words pierced through her consciousness.

“You’re so enthusiastic, Julia. But how can a pet as small as you truly please such a magnificent cock?” Julia felt the angle of Master’s shaft steepen as Ashli pulled it upward with a fingertip for emphasis. “You’re not sure it’s even possible, are you? Not when it’s larger than your entire body, so thick that you can’t even wrap your legs around it. You’ll have to work especially hard to please your Master.”

Master was clearly aroused by Ashli’s words, and Julia felt him grow in her arms. He must have especially liked what she said, because Julia couldn’t remember him ballooning this swiftly in the past, so rapidly that her hands were sliding from his skin as she tried to retain her precarious grip. Julia cried out despondently as she realized that she couldn’t possibly hold on, that she would surely fall, making her failure plain for both of them to see. Then, suddenly, there was something underneath her, pushing her up, until she lay on top of Master’s throbbing pillar. She was so eager to resume her ministrations, to make up for the few seconds that she had been unable to pleasure him, that she didn’t even look to see what had helped her up.

Julia straddled his enormous dick, and the feeling of his immeasurably powerful masculinity between her legs renewed a deep ache inside her. She wished that she could feel Master’s cock inside her, in the way that she could never have it at her size, wanted it so badly that it almost hurt. But she wanted this even more, to straddle his immense girth, to feel on a visceral level just how godlike he truly is, and to know that even though Master could be giving his cock to a woman his own size, he was choosing to give it to little Julia instead. Master was so good to her, and she quickened her efforts, ever eager to prove that she deserved such kindness.

She scooted forward, squishing her soft little breasts against Master’s pulsating head, and wondered if he could feel her hardened nipples through his thick skin. Her small hands caressed as much of him as they could reach, and her shoulders were sore from the effort of trying to create enough sensation to please Master. Julia couldn’t rest though; she had to give Master her best possible effort. It was arduous and exhausting, but also exhilarating, and immensely satisfying. Her hands repeatedly sought out his veins, where she could most intensely feel his throbbing heartbeat, where she felt closest to her Master. Gradually, she fell into a sensual rhythm, becoming lost in an idyllic existence with only one purpose. As certain as the motions of the sun or the rise and fall of the tides, Julia knew that her small life could have no greater meaning than this.

She could have spent eternity there, if not for Ashli. “You’re so adorable on your Master’s cock, little Julia.” As ever, Julia could hear the smug undercurrent in the giantess’s voice. “Pleasuring him seems like such a monumental task, doesn’t it? Your entire tiny body doesn’t even reach halfway across his head, but you can’t give up, can’t bear the thought of not giving your Master enough pleasure.” Julia burned to hear Ashli’s thoughtless amusement. Not everyone was lucky enough to be born at a size similar to Master. Someone like Ashli obviously didn’t appreciate her own good fortune in life, nor the fact that Julia made up for her small size with her unrelenting dedication. Julia was certain that Ashli never would have shown this kind of perseverance for anything in her entire life.

Something shifted in the ground underneath Julia, but when she opened her eyes for a quick glance, she didn’t notice anything amiss. She could see Master’s finger and thumb behind her, the knuckle of each massive digit as long as Julia’s body, stabilizing his enormous shaft as its base. She probably had simply felt the reverberation from Master’s fingers contacting his colossal manhood with their powerful grip. With that brief mystery solved, Julia turned back to her duty, licking and kissing the ground as she used her entire body to caress a tiny fraction of Master’s cock.

From the corner of her eye, Julia saw Ashli kneel down in front of her, until her massive lips were situated directly in front of Master’s cock, and her eyes loomed high above Julia. “Such a good little pet, Julia,” she cooed, the soft words carrying farther than seemed possible. “Now it’s time for your Master to cum. Make him cum for your goddess, and seal your position as his tiny slave.”

Her goddess? Realization finally dawned in Julia’s mind – it made so much sense. Who else would be worthy to have Master’s cock, to truly have it, in the way that Julia could never possibly have it? She felt a sudden rush of guilt and shame at her earlier mistrust of her goddess, when Julia had somehow thought that she was simply Ashli, a mere rival of her own. Looking back, the thought seemed so ridiculous now, that someone as small and weak and … unworthy … as Julia could even dream that she was in any way comparable.

Julia prostrated herself before the regal, titanic face. “My goddess! Please forgive me, I didn’t know!”

Enormous hazel eyes sparkled above Julia as they regarded her with amusement, and a quiet chuckle washed breezily over her. “Oh, I like this, little Julia. We’ll talk about your … penance … later. But for now, you have a job to do.”

Her goddess was right, of course. Julia turned her attention back to the pulsating hard ground beneath her, each insistent heartbeat like a fresh demand for her attention. She wasn’t sure why her goddess had waited for so long to reveal herself, but she must have had her reasons, and Julia was now determined to atone for her earlier misguided behavior. It was the least she could do, after treating this divine woman so suspiciously just minutes ago. But now, she would make up for it. Julia would bring Master to his orgasm, so that her goddess could taste him, as only she deserved to. And in doing so, Julia would prove that she was worthy to serve them.

She knew that at her inconsequential size, she could never bring Master to orgasm through direct sensations. She was simply too small, too … insubstantial. Fortunately, she had additional tools at her disposal. She remembered the time, so long ago now, when she had known Master as simply Jason, before she knew his true stature. She remembered the things that he had liked, things that she had been reluctant to perform at the time.

Julia rolled over onto her back, scooting forward until she could anchor her heels on the lip of Master’s head, and spread her knees apart, revealing her very center. Back then, Jason – Master – had asked her to talk dirty to him, had liked to watch her diddle herself. She hadn’t enjoyed it back then, but the thought of debasing herself for Master now sent a thrill through her body, stoking her heat as it settled in place between her legs. She ran a finger along the length of her minuscule slit, feeling the dripping wetness of her womanhood. No, her pussy. Her cunt. Master would want her to use dirty words.

“Can you see my tiny cunt, Master?” Julia called up, hoping that her little voice carried far enough for him to hear. She spread her lips for him, inserted a finger into herself, then followed it with a second, feeling her hungry little tunnel stretch to accommodate them. “See the way I’m finger-fucking myself? I can’t help it, Master! Laying here, so tiny on your gigantic cock, it makes me so hot and so wet!” She was certain that Master would love this, and – even better – every word was true. She quickened her thrusts, partly for her own pleasure, but mostly so that Master could see her frantic arm movements as she frigged herself for him.

“Oh, shit,” she heard Master rumble high above, and she knew that her efforts were having the desired effect. “Fuck, Julia, that’s so hot.” She felt the ground rhythmically shake in time with the strokes of Master’s hand on his gargantuan shaft. Julia always loved the feeling of accomplishment when she brought Master close to orgasm, the rush of pride that she would always get from knowing that even at her little size, she was capable of provoking such an enormous reaction.

She stopped thrusting temporarily, sliding in a finger from her other hand and pulling in opposite directions. “Oh, Master! I’m gaping my tiny cunt for you, but I’m so small and tight that you can’t even see it!” She’d never done this before, had even had the temerity to refuse Master when he’d asked months ago. But now, exposing herself like this for Master, pushing herself to do things that she’d previously considered beneath her dignity – it simply added more fuel to the fires within her. Between the ground’s rhythmic rocking, she could feel it rise and stretch slightly under her, its heat intensifying, and she recognized the telltale swelling of Master’s dick, signaling to her that he was close to orgasm now. She only hoped that she could keep her own impending climax at bay; it would be so shameful if she couldn’t control herself enough to let Master come first.

Julia turned back onto her stomach, then pulled her knees in underneath her hips, lowering her shoulders to the ground so that she could present Master with the best possible view of her little ass. She was still working at her dripping pussy with one hand, and she used the other to pull one cheek to the side, showing Master the part of her that she had so often forbidden him, in that long ago time.

“Do you like my little ass?” she asked, circling a fingertip around the discolored dot at the bottom of her small crevice. “I want to play with it, just for you, Master!” Her thin little fingers were well-lubricated already, and as she began to push with her index finger, it easily slid inside, triggering a harsh gasp at the novel sensation. “Oh God, Master! It’s actually in my ass! It’s so … overwhelming!” Tiny fingers working at both her holes were driving her quickly insane, their dueling electric sensations radiating through her entire self. But she knew that she had to give more – her finger was only one knuckle deep in her backdoor – no, in her asshole – and Master would want her to take it deeper, to take it all. She pushed further, and her body convulsed, the intrusion more than she could withstand. But she continued, ignoring what her unworthy body signaled, crying out as she pushed deeper and intensified the electricity, until her last knuckle finally rested against her forbidden entrance. Master would love this. She imagined his cock – or at least, one just like it, but sized appropriately for her – filling her minuscule ass even more than this. The thought sent an arc of energy through her little loins, and she pulled her finger away from her tiny, needy clit as she struggled to contain herself. She couldn’t come yet, needed Master to cum first.

“I wish this was you, Master! So deep in my tiny asshole!” She felt the ground rumble in time with Master’s loud roar, and knew that she had finally pushed him over the edge. There was no mistaking the powerful contractions of his colossal muscles as they pushed a firehose of fluid through the enormous shaft. Julia looked up, her cheek still pressed into Master’s skin, and watched as her goddess licked easily at the tip of his head, catching everything that he had to give, and somehow making the lewd act seem elegant and majestic. Julia was already well on her way over the brink, but the confluence of these two titans before her eyes transported her there instantly. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, deep and intense, making her exclaim into the taut skin of Master’s cock as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her newly-deflowered anus clamped with surprising strength around her finger, and she felt a trickle of fluid running asymmetrically, mostly down her left thigh. She gave up on trying to control her erratically-moving hips, and after a couple seconds she collapsed to one side, and simply lay there as the roiling tsunami engulfed her little body, far beneath the notice of her betters.

Julia felt so contented, laying on her side in her post-orgasmic glow, feeling the occasional aftershocks of Master’s earthshaking orgasm. She saw movement in the corner of one eye, and looked up to see that her goddess still had her lips sandwiched around Master’s tip. Was he still cumming? She felt a rush of excitement. Julia had done her job well, right? Maybe she would be rewarded with some of Master’s cum. She rose to her knees, the question on her lips. But … she couldn’t ask it. It wasn’t her place to ask. Julia lowered her head meekly. If she was deemed to be deserving, then surely they would allow her to have some. But to ask for it … well, that was simply too presumptuous.

When her goddess had finally had her fill, and her heavenly lips finally parted from the tip of Master’s manhood, Julia scrambled awkwardly forward, hoping that some of his sweet emission had been left behind for her. Julia’s spirits fell when her eyes scanned Master’s skin, finding that he had been licked completely clean. Then her goddess stood, wrapping her long, elegant fingers around his column behind Julia, squeezing him gently.

Julia shivered slightly at the melodic sound of her goddess’ voice, far above. “Well? Is she a keeper?”

The ground twitched slightly beneath Julia as he answered, his voice gravelly and resounding. “Fuck, babe. You’re the best.”

Julia stifled a squeal when she noticed that the flexion of Master’s cock had squeezed out another small droplet of his seed, as if it was destined just for her. She leaned forward precariously, risking that she might slide off of him completely, then scooped up the droplet with one hand. The liquid was warm in her hand, and thick enough to stay together in a single glob as she drew it hungrily back to her. Julia scooted back hurriedly, sitting cross-legged on Master’s head as she finally tasted his cum, sucking a small portion of the droplet into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, swirling her tongue around the viscous fluid before swallowing it with an effort.

There was something still in her mouth, left behind in the small amount of fluid that she hadn’t swallowed. It felt almost like short hairs in her mouth, but each strand was … moving. Wriggling. Julia gasped reflexively when she realized that she was actually feeling Master’s sperm, swimming relentlessly in their mindless quest to create new life. Renewed heat surged through Julia’s body, and she regarded the mass of white liquid in her hand with a new reverence. She felt an urgent need to have it all inside her, in the center of her femininity. She paused for a moment – was she really worthy of Master’s seed? – before her desperate desire pushed the question from her mind, and she lowered two fingers between her legs before pressing a small glob of his super-thick cum through her entrance, then fervently worked the fluid deeper into herself with short, rapid thrusts.

She could feel them inside her, Master’s powerful sperm burrowing mercilessly through her tight little tunnel, destined to conquer her vulnerable womb. It was driving her wild, not just the feathery sensations traveling the entire length of her hot little pussy, but also the idea of Master unconsciously ravaging her. She was so puny and insignificant, so far beneath him, that he was plundering her tiny cunt without even realizing it. Her sweat-slicked hips thrust themselves into the air as she pressed more of Master’s precious fluid into her diminutive sex, moaning raggedly through her short gasps as the unnatural sensations within her multiplied.

Julia was caught now, her miniature body trapped in an unending cycle of lust and pleasure. She turned over so that she could rub her microscopic clit on Master’s enormous cock, feeling the heat of his manhood along the entire length of her body even as she felt him invading her deepest and most private sanctum. Her movements were no longer in her own control, sliding and rubbing frantically on the rough ground. They became faster and more desperate, more urgent, quickening to a pace that Julia hadn’t through herself capable of, until finally her body locked rigidly in frozen tension, every muscle in her little body straining as her climax finally exploded through her every molecule.

She lost awareness for a time, until there was a sense of falling … falling and rolling. When the movement ceased, Julia slowly pushed herself up onto one elbow, looking around dreamily. Maybe she was actually dreaming – she seemed to be laying in a transparent upside-down dome, its diameter maybe fifty percent larger than her height. Under the clear surface, she could see the tips of giant slender fingers, with a golden chain laced between them. She heard a sudden click to her right, and looked up to see that a second dome had snapped into place from above, enclosing her in a spherical glass shell.

“What …?” Julia looked up to her goddess in confusion.

“Shh, that’s enough for now,” her goddess replied soothingly. “If you’re a good little pet, I’ll even let you climb all over his cock again tonight.” She lifted the thin, lengthy chain, then fastened its two ends behind her neck, leaving Julia’s protective case suspended between her goddess’ perfectly-shaped breasts.

Julia beamed. Her goddess must be especially pleased with her, to place Julia in such a privileged position, around her divine neck and so close to her heart. It strengthened her resolve to demonstrate that she could be worthy of such treatment.

She would be the best little pet ever.

Now that I read what I’m about to post, I’m not so sure I want to actually submit it. We’re not judging here, right? …right?

I don’t really go for violence or overt humiliation, but some of my fantasies can be pretty dark phsychologically. When I’m in the mood for darker stuff, I tend to like some combination of non-consent, betrayal, revenge, reversal, comeuppance, loss of control, and getting more than you bargained for.

Some examples:

• Girl betrayed and shrunk by her lover, then used as a sex toy between her betrayer and their new lover (especially kissing with the shrinkee between their tongues)
• Similarly, a shitty ex gets shrunk and caught between captor and new lover as revenge
• Extorting someone by shrinking their lover/daughter/sister and tormenting the shrinkee in front of them
• Girl finally gets to be shrunk like she always dreamed, but finds that the more she’s turned on, the more she shrinks, and gets caught in an endless orgasmic loop as she shrinks to nothing
• Nice girl gets shrunk by mean girl and tormented. But eventually the nice girl manages to turn the tables, and in her desire for revenge becomes even meaner than her captor was

I suppose one of the darkest doesn’t always involve shrinking. Basically, a guy who’s been shitty to women gets turned into a girl by some fantastical mechanism, and made to suffer the sort of abuse that he wreaked on them. This often involves the actual women that he assaulted coming back to dominate him sexually in his new girl body. Not using restraints or anything, just straight-up overpowering him physically, so that he can see just how weak he is now. And as he’s trying to process the fact that everything he’s done has come back to haunt him, he’s horrified to discover that he physically enjoys being screwed as a girl. I often imagine this as a multi-step process, as everything the shallow prick values about himself is incrementally taken from him: his size, strength, masculinity, and confidence. If there is shrinking involved, he’s usually eventually shrunk to micro size, and either kept as a barely-visible trophy, or set “free” somewhere that he can’t possibly hope to escape from (like, say, a vagina).

Yeah, I know…

@smolchlo Reverse button? Oh, you sweet summer child…

It turns out that my answer to this question is highly situational. There are just too many ways to enjoy the various sizes that ladies can have, and I can’t pick just one!

One of my favorite scenarios (and the one that made me realize that I’m into SW in the first place) is for a tiny woman to be shared between two giant lovers, so my preferred size range has historically been informed by that. She should be small enough that she can be enveloped completely by a pair of soft, squished-together breasts; or threatened with bodily insertion into certain orifices; or shared between tongues in the darkness of a steamy kiss. For this, I’ve generally liked sizes that are around 3"-4".

But if it’s just her and I, then I generally like for her to be a little larger than that. If she’s too small, then her tiny body parts are just too difficult to play with, which takes some of the fun away, so I’d generally settled on a size range of 6"-12" for this. Although a few months ago, I shrank a woman to half-size, as a sort of waypoint on the path to being smaller than that, and I found that I enjoyed that size more than I’d expected. It’s now one of my favorite sizes to share truly intimate moments with a small woman, and is great for cuddling (yes, deep down I’m really a big softie).

Although… more recently, I’ve discovered some extremely tiny ladies roaming around (1" or smaller), and I’ve enjoyed that more than expected, too. There’s something to be said for having a lady so small that you can barely feel her intense efforts to please you, so insignificant that she can’t help but see you as a force of nature. So tiny that boring objects turn into something completely different, like the little ring box that’s her new bedroom. And it’s definitely a thrill to know that even a slightly wrong movement from my finger could be catastrophic to her.

Sometimes, if I’m feeling especially mischievous, I’ll make her extra-tiny, just a speck, so small that even a careless breath is dangerous, and could cause her to be lost forever. Then I’d have to spend a half-hour poring over the floor with a magnifying glass just to find her again (ask me how I know!)

So… yeah. There was a time that I could state with confidence my favorite size range for little ladies. But I can’t do that anymore, there are just too many different things that I like!

Chapter 6

I raised my hands protectively in front of me. “Wh-What?”

Lana stretched luxuriantly in front of me, not answering immediately. Then she turned back toward me, with a quick finger-flick in my direction. “You,” she said, with a dramatic pause, “were incredible. And I,” she continued, running her immense hands down the expanse of her body, “need more of that magic touch.”

I retreated a step, my mind racing, shaking my head quickly back and forth. I had hoped that bringing Lana to orgasm would end my ordeal, that it would all finally be over after expending so much effort. Before I could react, her hands enclosed me, bringing my face to her lips for a quick kiss, then deposited me on her stomach. I paused, letting my head steady from the rush of movement. Apparently she was ready for me now, already. Looking back over my shoulder, I searched Lana’s face for any sign that I could delay, and she nodded at me in response. I turned back, not bothering to stifle my sigh, and tried to prepare myself mentally for what lay ahead.

As I looked at the intimidating landscape around me, I suddenly realized just how tired I was. I stretched, pushing my stiff hips forward to try to release some of the tension that had accumulated there. My body was feeling the effects of working so hard on a vagina that was twenty times bigger than it had any right to be, not to mention the ridiculously intense orgasms that I’d been forced to endure tonight. I began to wonder when, or even if, this ordeal would ever end. I already felt sore, and tired, but my hyperactive libido was as insistent as ever, continually demanding my attention. Would it stop eventually? Or would I forever be caught in an orgasmic spiral, unable to control myself even after I shrank out of sight?

Lana nudged me with a finger, interrupting my thoughts, and I refocused on the present moment. I couldn’t stay up here indefinitely, since I had nothing to hold me in place, but I had no clear idea of how to fix that without making Lana impatient. I’d have to improvise. I sighed once more, then slowly walked down her stomach, stopping just beneath her triangle of short hair, then knelt and slid my body forward. I was moving for her clit, but my own sent a shock of pleasure through me as it rubbed her skin. I had to be careful here. I moved one knee forward, resting my weight on the shin to leave a gap between my pelvis and Lana’s. I reached for the top of her pussy, my hands dipping into her folds to find her smooth clit, and I heard Lana’s breath catch behind me.

I started with smooth, gentle motions, trying to gauge how sensitive it was after her previous workout. I glanced behind me to see Lana’s hands kneading her breasts, pressing them together as her head began to rock back. I watched as her right hand left her breast to slide toward me and caress her upper stomach, and decided that I needed to accelerate my attentions before she took matters into her own hands. I scooted myself forward, giving myself more leverage, and massaged Lana harder, working side-to-side. I heard her moan purposefully, and looked over my shoulder again to see her drawing Danny toward her, one hand guiding him to her mouth.

She took nearly his entire length in one smooth motion, moaning around his shaft, then backed away from it, pausing at the tip to press her lips tightly, forcing the head out to one side of her mouth. She then sandwiched him between her lips as she ran them down, then back up, the length of his manhood. This time, she was sucking him in the way that she enjoyed, not worried about making a show for me to watch. But that made it even sexier to watch, and I froze, transfixed, my task momentarily forgotten. A movement of her hand jolted me back to the present, and I turned back hurriedly to resume my efforts.

The ground beneath me began to move and tilt in time with my hands, and my own hips moved in concert with hers, my own pussy already begging for yet another release. One of my movements brought my clit into contact with the ground, sending an arc through me, and prompting me to change position, determined not to let my body betray me again. I began to rotate my legs around, hoping to turn so that I could position myself more securely, as I had last time. I maintained my efforts on Lana’s button, careful not to interrupt my attentions as I gripped a fold with one hand and let gravity pull my body down. As I began to slide, I acquired another grip with my other hand, using my tongue to work the massive clit in front of me while I moved. My feet swung down and around, and I pushed my feet outward under her folds to hold myself up. I relaxed slightly, momentarily basking in my small success.

I saw Lana’s massive hand inch toward me, and redoubled my efforts. I gave her clit a long, hard lick, then gently scraped my teeth on it, feeling a pair of rapid twitches roll through the landscape, and hearing a muffled gasp from far above. But this time, I didn’t feel satisfaction. The motions felt different than before, more frenetic, less constrained; I had the impression that her need was more urgent, more feral this time, and I worried at what it meant for my immediate future. I used my teeth once more, adding a firm squeeze with one hand. This caused another muffled cry, the pitch increased this time, followed by a low moan. I was hoping to send her over the edge quickly, determined not to let things spiral out of control.

But it was already too late. I felt an immense pressure on my back, pushing me hard to the surface, sliding me downward, then back up, my body accumulating Lana’s fluids on the journey. She slid me higher, positioning my chest on her clit before pushing me from one side to the other, alternately catching on her folds and sliding free. I yelled in protest, then pleaded for help, but my cries were overwhelmed by Lana’s moans.

This continued for an interminable time, my body forcefully slid up and down Lana’s huge slit, then attending to her clit in either circular or oscillating motions. I tried to push my way free, I tried to grab onto passing folds of skin, I tried to scream for help, but it was all futile. My own clit would occasionally spark as it rubbed on Lana’s surface, sending spasms through my body, forcing me to divide my attention between breaking free and preventing my own climax.

Then I was moved lower, sliding only up and down now, and I heard that the background moans had changed, no longer muffled by a mouthful of Danny. I didn’t have time to think about what this meant before Lana’s enormous fingers deftly slipped my feet into her entrance, burying me up to my thighs. I felt the tunnel contract around my legs as the ground changed angles, carrying me skyward. “Oh, El! Go deeper!” My feet struggled for traction, failing to find any as a giant finger gently pressed down on my head, sinking me slowly into Lana. I knew it was useless, but my legs redoubled their efforts, frantically trying to push me back up. I heard a distant pop, followed by a short moan that vibrated through the walls, then, “Oh, yes! Oh, El, keep doing that!”

Her finger pushed my hips inside, then my stomach, then lifted when my breasts reached the entrance. I started to work my way back out, pushing with my elbows and my feet, still finding no purchase on her slick insides. As my hips started to work free, I felt the entrance constrict around me, grasping to prevent my escape. I gyrated my hips aggressively, ignoring the movements I provoked, pushing harder with my arms, and finally broke free from Lana’s grasp. I grabbed the nearest fold I could reach to prevent myself from falling, and pushed my hips back so that I couldn’t easily slide back into Lana, pulling my knees out. The walls around me gyrated and tilted, straining to envelop me once more. “Uuh! Come back, El!” A huge finger was suddenly behind me, pressing my hips forward before sliding me inward.

“Oh, yes! Keep kicking!” I did, trying to conserve energy this time, determining that escape was no longer possible, and hoping to bring forward Lana’s inevitable climax. I wondered at her exclamation, recalling that my own entrance had always felt more sensitive than the deeper parts (with one notable exception). But I didn’t have time to reflect on it, so I decided to believe that it must be psychological as much as it was physical, that she was turned on by my ineffectual struggles. I started working myself back out again, trying to turn myself in the process so that I could reach her spot that I had previously used so effectively. But Lana had a different idea, and two giant fingers pressed my shoulders, forestalling my plan and pushing me deeper, up past my breasts this time.

I had a moment of panic as I slid farther inward, then managed to force it down when my inward movement stopped. The momentary panic did give me an idea, though. If it was actually psychological for Lana, then maybe I could use that.

I began to move my arms and legs more forcefully, more wildly, putting on an act of panic, trying not to expend too much energy as I did so. “No! Lana, please!” I screamed, trying to make my voice sound terrified. “I’m sorry! Please stop!” I felt the tight cavern around me quiver as her muscles contracted, with another vibration running underneath it, sending her moan through my body. She started pulling me outward slowly, her contractions becoming less rhythmic, and I moved my hands to her finger, clawing at it frantically, making sure to occasionally scrape with a toenail as I kicked. My own pussy was heating up as well, radiating electricity at the increased contact, causing involuntary spasms that hopefully made my act even more convincing. As I felt myself sliding deeper once more, I increased the pitch of my screams, noticing with satisfaction that Lana’s other hand had started working on her clit. I felt a spike of incongruous glee, proud of myself that even in this insane situation, I wasn’t completely helpless.

I felt the movements around me start to slow, then the world suddenly shifted again, and I had only an instant to wonder why before I felt a new pressure on the top of my head. I inclined my head back, trying to look upward, and saw Danny’s massive head nearly filling my vision, with Lana’s enormous hand gripping it a few feet up the shaft, trying to guide it toward me. I screamed, this time in genuine terror, and thrashed as I tried to pull myself out, feeling Lana tighten her grip around me in response. But they weren’t listening; I heard loud, distant voices as they talked to each other, and forcibly swallowed my panicked cries to hear them.

“But … Ellie,” I heard Danny say.

“Shh. She’ll be okay,” Lana replied in a loud whisper. There was a pause, and I felt as if something unspoken was passing between them. “I need you, Dan.”

It seemed that Danny didn’t move, but instead the world began to move toward him, overpowering my feeble efforts to stay outside. I moved my hands to push against his head, belatedly realizing that I now had even less leverage. “Danny! Danny, please!” But the steady motion continued uninterrupted, pushing me slowly inward, steadily deeper and deeper, until the light vanished. Lana pulsed all around me, filling my body with her rapid heartbeat, punctuating it with erratic contractions of her muscles. My pussy ached in time with Lana, trying to overwhelm my fear, feeding me an image of myself surrounded by more sex than anyone in history.

I pushed the image away, trying to focus on the moment, but as I did, my terror flooded back. Would I be crushed? Would I have enough air? Would I be forced into Lana’s womb? I tried to scale it back, focusing on steadying my breath as I tried to reassure myself. Danny was a good size, but it was unlikely that he would bottom out in Lana, so I didn’t have to worry about being crushed or … enwombed. As for air … well, some air had to come in during his thrusts. Right?

Danny was moving slowly, alternately pulling back before pushing in, a foot or two farther each time. I set my shoulder against him, my feet scrambling on the slippery floor, my efforts having no effect. The motion stopped, then the floor tilted, so that I was now pushing uphill, and Danny suddenly moved forward several feet, pushing me quickly enough that my momentum carried me away from him. My clit contacted the floor, making my insides sizzle at the touch, and my high desperate moan echoed oddly in the small space.

I felt Danny pull back, Lana’s walls constricting slightly as he withdrew, then he thrust forward, much more quickly this time, reaching more deeply than he had before the landscape shifted. As Danny slid alternately closer and farther, I felt him build a familiar rhythm, and waited for my chance. He would pause at the end of a thrust in one, maybe two more strokes. Okay, not this one… There! As Danny stopped, I jumped forward onto his head, wriggling my way up, and reaching my hands for the lip at the bottom of his head. He carried me back with him, briefly raising my hopes that I could ride him outward. But Lana pressed me hard against his head, bumping my hips against him and increasing the voltage that my clit sent through my body. My hips themselves pressed as well, trying to build the pressure and friction on my pelvis, and my vision filled with brightness as I felt myself begin to shake uncontrollably.

I released my grip, crying out uselessly as I fell back to the floor, sliding down several feet on the slick surface, trying to pull myself back together. My feet contacted something as I slid, and I assumed that it was Lana’s cervix; I hurriedly crawled forward and brought my knees in close, deciding that it was best to keep my distance. Huddled on all fours, I heard and felt Lana’s moaning through her flesh, vibrating through me at a distinctly higher frequency than before. I felt a rush of air pressure, combined with an expansion of Lana’s constricted tunnel as Danny stopped just short of me. He paused for a moment as I felt Lana clench, then he withdrew, only to reappear an instant later.

I lay motionless, trying to control my breath and forcibly calming myself. As my fear subsided, I thought of the way that an intense workout seems shorter when listening to music, and I concentrated on the rhythmic nature of everything, hoping to make the time pass more quickly. As I did, the sensations became almost hypnotic, and I felt as if the boundaries between us began to fade. I could feel her intense muscle spasms, her deep but rapid heartbeat, her gasping breaths, and the vibrations of her erratic vocals. I could feel Danny sliding through her, feel her hand furiously pressing on her clit, and feel her hips rock in both pleasure and anticipation. The totality of it was overpowering, and I struggled to control the rekindled heat inside me as it became burning, then searing, then molten. I felt nearly as one with Lana, and I felt her approaching climax, certain that she would carry me there with her.

It came suddenly, exactly when I knew it would, her muscles crushing me and pressing me forward into immovable Danny. Her ecstasy and her fluids both rushed over me, gripped tightly as I was carried in every direction. My pleasure rose with hers, the boundaries between us fallen away, no longer aware of which sensations were in her body and which were in mine.

I was carried back down slowly, and felt Lana’s giggle as she leaned upward briefly. I took inventory of myself – miraculously, nothing felt broken. Had I climaxed? Was I smaller now? I wasn’t quite sure, since Lana’s orgasm had overwhelmed everything about me. She felt more relaxed around me, but that could simply be because she was actually more relaxed. Danny was some distance away, but it was too dark to see him. I slid one hand toward my slit in a gentle caress, and felt a surge of relief as it leapt in anticipation.

I felt both the air and Lana shift as Danny started moving again. I crawled forward to follow, anticipating my exit, and was nearly flattened when he reappeared just inches in front of me. I still couldn’t see anything, but I felt it somehow, in the way that the air moved on my face. I backed away, startled, my knees slipping on Lana as I tried to reach a safe distance. She was responding to him, but not yet as intensely as before. I kept my distance, and returned to my huddling position, biding my time until this was over, again feeling everything that Lana felt. After a few more of Danny’s strokes, my eyes snapped open uselessly as I recognized his rhythm. They weren’t taking Lana to another climax; this was for Danny.

A new wave of trepidation flowed through me, my mind instantly leaping to the worst possible outcomes. With effort, I calmed myself, noting that drowning wasn’t a realistic possibility. I felt my pussy twitch, and my mind was flooded with a vision of myself, lying on my back with my hips arching in arousal, every inch of my skin covered with Danny’s cum, sexily working myself to orgasm in his fluids. I felt my wetness increase, liquid trickling once more down my thigh.

I reeled from the image – I had never liked the idea of cum on my skin. I had let Danny cum on my face once, and after seeing my reaction he had never asked for it again. But now, the idea was lodged irreplaceably in my mind, and even now I saw my vision-self turn to make eye contact with me, running a slender finger on her skin before bringing it to her lips, then licking the fluid from her finger in a sultry display. Even as I felt a new wave of arousal, I protested silently, knowing intellectually that this wasn’t me.

Through Lana, I felt Danny thrust deep inside, quivering, and heard a low groan as I raised a hand to protect my face. The first jet struck me in my shoulder, pushing me up off my hands and forcibly turning me to the right, the thick liquid splashing over my chest and neck. Another burst immediately followed, somewhat less impactful, this time just to the left of my navel, covering my stomach and running slowly down onto my pussy. I felt more releases, but by this time I was lost, my hands spreading Danny all over me, my mind caught in a feral spiral of imagining a man so overpowering that I literally bathed in his cum. I caressed my skin all over, reveling in the hot, thick liquid, savoring the taste where it had dripped into my mouth. My hands moved to my slit, working his fluid into my lips, my body arching, all consequences forgotten. I felt my skin electrify everywhere that Danny touched, and my body became caught in a cycle of endless convulsions as time crystallized, then shattered, severing my last connection to the universe.

Several eternities later, I felt something scrape the back of my head. I groaned weakly, trying to look up, but instead nothing happened. I realized that I was slowly sliding forward, pulled by gravity, then I felt the same something catch the back of my head, just above my neck, pulling me forward more quickly. I fell into brightness, tumbling onto my back as I landed on a firm surface.

A male voice. “Oh my God, you were right! She did have another orgasm.”

Poor little Lily.

She puts all her plans for the day on hold so that she can go with Mika to support her through the big interview. But even though she spent hours in cramped quarters providing moral support, and put so much energy into helping Mika absolutely nail the interview, all of Lily’s effort went completely unappreciated. As if that’s not enough, it’s the one time of day that Lily can finally have some peace and quiet, and Mika won’t leave her alone?!

In all seriousness though, I love the predatory look in the second panel on this latest page.

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

Taylor reclined comfortably, sinking a little deeper into the soothing warm water in her casserole dish bathtub. It probably would have been easier to bathe her in the sink, but there was something about using a separate basin that appealed to me. She had piled her washed-and-dried hair up on her head to keep it from getting wet again, held in place by an absurdly large hairpin. Her torn piece of orange sponge floated nearby, ignored now that it had served its purpose. She was surrounded by the dwindling suds left over from the far-too-generous quantity of soap that I had lathered onto her body; I felt confident that Taylor was now the cleanest doll in the state.

She watched as I lazily swirled a finger in the water, idly watching the patterns on the surface, then turned her head toward me. “Well …” she said, her grin and tone suggesting that she was leading up to something, “I guess you really are a big-shot scientist!”

I looked at her blankly for a moment, then twisted my mouth as I groaned. “Wow. How long have you been holding that one?”

“A while,” she admitted, and her little grin turned sheepish. “I wanted to say that when you gave it to me, but I was kinda … distracted.”

I laughed softly. “Just a little. Not that I mind. Feel free to be ‘distracted’ anytime you want.” We smiled at each other as the short exchange trailed off, comfortable with the leisurely quiet after a full day.

Now that our activities were winding down, I turned my thoughts to setting up Taylor’s quarters for her stay. “When you’re done here,” I told her quietly, gesturing to her tub, “I’ll set up the spare room, and you can have the bedroom.”

Taylor’s eyes met mine, then she looked down and shook her head. “Thanks, but … I don’t need a bed.” Then she elaborated, “Not at this size.”

I struggled to contain my bewilderment. “So, you … want to stay that small? The whole time you’re here?”

Taylor nodded assuredly as she made eye contact again, her eyes now more of a muted viridian than the brilliant emerald they had been earlier. “That’s what I’ve always imagined. Living at this size. Maybe I’ll get tired of it after a while, but I want to try it.”

“Huh. Okay.” I shrugged mentally; if that was what Taylor wanted, I had no real reason to object. “Then I’ll move your dollhouse into the spare room. You’ll basically have your own yard.” I grinned as I imagined the extra room being effectively its own plot of land. But my mirth faded as Taylor didn’t react, and her careful lack of response told me that it wasn’t quite what she had in mind. I waited a few seconds for her to express her reservations, but she remained quietly contemplative as she rubbed warm water onto her shoulder. “… what is it?” I asked, hoping that I would prompt Taylor to reveal her thoughts.

“Well … I … I don’t really want to sleep in a room by myself. Not at this size.” She turned herself over in the water, resting her arms on the dish’s rim so that she was facing me, although she looked down at the countertop. “I’d feel … safer … if you were there with me.”

I nodded thoughtfully while I processed Taylor’s explanation. I supposed that I could understand how a room might be intimidating to a person of Taylor’s new stature, especially at night.

“Well … what if I snore?” I was pretty sure that I didn’t, but for some reason I was highly amused by the thought of Taylor kept awake at night by a snoring giant.

Her serious expression slowly turned into a smirk. “Then you may or may not wake up with creative drawings on your face.”

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I took no small amount of pleasure in softly drying Taylor’s sexy miniaturized body with a kitchen towel. She obviously knew that I was being overly thorough, but seemed to be enjoying the attention. I turned her gently around, so that she faced away from me, and admired her soft little curves. I dabbed the towel on her shoulders, picking up a couple stray droplets of water that just fallen from her hair, then planted a delicate kiss across her shoulder blades.

Taylor’s head inclined in response, turning partway toward me. “Getting distracted?” she asked, amusement creeping into the edges of her voice.

“Not at all. Just making sure that you’re dry enough. Lips are more sensitive than fingers.” It sounded like it might be true, so I decided to go with it.

She nodded skeptically. “Sure.” In response, I planted a slightly firmer kiss on her lower back, then followed it with another on a minuscule ass cheek. “All right,” she said lightly, turning back around. “That’s enough.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re loving this,” I said, moving in to quickly kiss her stomach.

“Stop!” she giggled, swatting my nose half-heartedly with her hand.

“You don’t want me to stop,” I responded.

“I don’t? You know me so well already?” she challenged playfully.

“No. Because if I stop, then I’ll do this,” I said, placing my lips firmly back on Taylor, and held her in place with a hand as I blew a giant raspberry on her stomach, eliciting a loud giggling squeal. Taylor’s legs collapsed, and I laid her body gently down as I continued to torment her.

“Aaaugh! Stop!” she yelled through her laughter, her body curling involuntarily as she pushed away on my cheek with both hands. I pulled back a few inches, and Taylor held both hands to her stomach, rolling onto her side as she tried to recover. “Oh my God, the vibrations. It’s too much ….” she complained through gasping breaths, and in that instant I knew that there would be many, many more raspberries in Taylor’s future.

@olo Ooh, I like this one a lot! Such sweet little cuddly things.

It also needs a sequel, called “Forking.”

“Okay. Lana, turn to your right.” She did, turning to face the wall, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Now, Danny, press her against the wall.” She moaned enticingly as her breasts were squished against the wall, and Danny also grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back for good measure. Good, he could see where this was going.

“Yes! Be a little rough with her.” Danny did like to play rough sometimes, but this direction was more for me than for him. If I couldn’t stop them from having sex, then I could at least make Lana the subject of someone else’s whims. I couldn’t help smiling as he smacked her on the ass, eliciting a yelp. She moaned immediately afterward and stuck her butt out even more, apparently enjoying it herself, but it was still satisfying to watch.

He placed her right hand on her butt, making her spread herself for him, and slid a hand down her crack to her sex. I felt a hand slide down toward my own, and had to force it away; watching this was getting me hotter than I had imagined it would. Danny was working Lana with two fingers, and it sounded like she was already soaking. He knelt down and tongued her clit, causing her to squeal and arch upwards, then he stood and grabbed her hair, pressing her firmly back against the wall and probing her deeply with his fingers. I gave Danny the occasional direction, mostly to remind them that I was supposed to be making the choices, but he was essentially giving me everything that I wanted from this already. I expressly did not give Lana any instructions – I wasn’t going to give her any agency in this scenario.

I could see that Lana was ready for the next step, and Danny’s nearly-hard cock told me that he wasn’t far behind. I eyed his member for a long moment, imagining things that I could do, and had to bite my fingers to keep myself in check. Instead, I gave Danny another command: “Make her beg for it!” I grinned; this should be entertaining.

He placed his cock in between her cheeks, sliding the shaft up and down a few times, asking her, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” He then slid it farther down to her pussy, then upwards between her legs before vibrating it on her clit, causing a small spasm to run through her. “Or maybe you want more?”

“Please,” she said quietly.

“What?” Danny’s shaft glided smoothly over her slit, and she was moaning incessantly now.

“Please!” she said, more loudly. Before I realized it, I had leaned myself against the wall, pressing my breasts and face into the hard surface, imagining Danny doing the same to me, his gentle but unyielding grip holding me in place, his teasing driving me wild with desire, only to leave my desires unfulfilled until I thought I would burst. This wasn’t the reason that I had directed Danny, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt my wetness drip down a thigh, and their voices became indistinct as I became lost in my fantasy.

I was brought back by a change in Lana’s inflection. “Dan, please! I need it!”

“What do you need?” He was holding her wrists behind her back in his left hand, with his right hand using his meat to tease her.

“I need you to fuck me! I need you to give me that dick!” There it is, I thought, smiling inwardly. Yes, Lana, show us your inner slut.

Danny teased her clit one last time, making Lana shiver and moan, then slid his cock halfway into her. I bit my lip, imagining that invader in my own tunnel. Lana’s words mirrored my thoughts, “Oh God, yes! Make me take it! Make me take every inch of that rock-hard dick!” I felt my heat again, and struggled to maintain control of myself. I realized just how absurd it was to be aroused by the sight of my husband and my best friend, but my mind somehow took the forbidden nature of the situation and twisted it into even greater arousal. It wasn’t me, I told myself, it was that … stuff, whatever it was that Danny had given me. There’s no other way I would be aroused by watching this. By watching Danny’s hard cock filling her, making her squeal, giving her everything that she desired and more.

I didn’t realize just how much control I had lost until I felt a finger enter my pussy, moving to match Danny’s motions. I imagined the feeling of him after the first time I had shrunk, when I still had him inside me, gloriously overfilled. The air, already filled with Lana’s moans, became oversaturated as my own sounds began to slip out. Oh, yes! Danny, give it to me! Just like that! Oh God, I needed this!

Wait, no! Don’t take it away from me! Danny, please, I need it! I feel so empty without you! Can’t you see how my legs are quivering with need? Please, give it back to me!

I begged silently as Lana did the same vocally, and Danny made us wait for a few more interminable seconds before finally giving us what we craved. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of sensation run through me. When I opened them again, I saw that Danny’s cadence had changed, a subtle change that I instantly recognized. Yes, give me that cum! Make me climax with you! And then … no! No, not that! Not again! Desperate to regain control of myself, I pushed myself away from the wall, letting my body fall backward. It surprisingly didn’t hurt when I fell onto the hard surface, but the shock of it was enough to snap me out of whatever trancelike state the poison had induced in me. Trembling, I pulled myself up onto my knees and looked up at Danny and Lana, seeing that Danny was steadily racing toward the finish. I paused, steadying my breath, then decided to give Danny some help.

“Lana, squeeze!” She didn’t react, not outwardly at least, but I knew from Danny’s reaction that she had heard me. He moaned loudly, then, after two more thrusts, “God damn, girl! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Cum in her ass!” I yelled.

Lana’s head instantly whipped toward me, her eyes wide. “WHAT?!” The look on her face was absolutely priceless, and I doubled over with laughter, unable to respond. Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch that replay!

She laughed in spite of herself. “God, you little whore! I hate you!”

Recovering from my fit of laughter, I realized that Danny was already crossing the finish line, and I had already missed most of it. He was buried to the hilt in Lana, shooting himself deep within her. From the expression on Lana’s face, I guessed that she had been distracted, too, and she wasn’t thrilled about it.

“Whew!” Danny pulled out of Lana, and started backing unsteadily toward the bed. “Holy shit! You two are something else!” He fell backward onto the mattress with a loud sigh, his feet still hanging over the edge. I judged that he was pretty much done for tonight.

I watched Danny for a moment, then I began to turn to see what Lana was doing, but I was startled by a sudden, huge lateral movement. My head swam, and I could feel the enormous fingers pinched around my torso, meaning that Lana must have picked me up and was moving me to somewhere else. After a moment, my speed decreased enough that my vision cleared, and I looked around quickly, trying to determine where I was. Lana was still shifting herself, lying on her back next to the dresser. I looked behind me to see that her hips were slightly up on the wall.

Lana was looking at me through narrowed eyes, a small smile on her lips. “You,” she said, jabbing a massive index finger at me, “have an evil little mind.” I was taken aback by the suddenness of her movements; it didn’t feel right when things so large moved that quickly. “You know, I almost came too, before your little stunt. So, now you owe me one orgasm.” I felt my heart sink. God damn it, Ellie. It had seemed to be going so well, but you just had to poke the bear, didn’t you?

I was suddenly moved to the ground and folded into a straddling position, surprised by how efficiently Lana was able to orient my body with a single hand. Before I could regain my bearings, she slid me rapidly forward on the wet, folded ground, and I knew more from the feel than from the sight that she had placed me at the top of her slit. Underneath me, I could feel the folded skin slide by, her clit poking out, now the size of a volleyball. I was shocked for a moment – last time I had seen her clit, it had been about one-third of its current width.

My own pussy flared to life at the first touch, hot with jealousy from our earlier voyeurism of Danny and Lana, refusing to be denied this time. Lana pressed my shins to the ground, moving me back and forth over her folds, using my body on herself like a pleasure toy, each movement intensifying my own desire despite the ignominious state of affairs. Or maybe partly because of it – my lust had been uncannily twisted tonight. I gritted my teeth, praying that I could contain myself until Lana was done. Concentrating, I could hear that her loud, distant moans were already filling the air. Maybe there was some hope.

Then she let go of me. “Ride me, Ellie! Show me what a sexy little cowgirl you are!” My mind worked frantically, looking for a way to get through this without another orgasm. I quickly decided to pretend to ride Lana’s clit, but use my hands on her instead, sparing myself from the unwanted contact. But my body had its own plan, and was already doing as Lana had commanded, and another arc of pleasure surged through my body as my clit slid against Lana’s. No! Fuck! I had to keep it under control.

But it was too late. My hips worked crazily, and my torso angled forward to maximize the pressure on my button. I could hear Lana’s distant moans as we descended together into our desires. “Oh God! Oh, Ellie, don’t stop! Rub me harder!” I tried to do just that, grabbing nearby folds to pull myself down, increasing the pressure on my clit and hers. “Yes! More!” I pulled still harder, sending myself deeper into a carnal spiral. But it wasn’t enough for Lana, and I felt her massive fingertip on my head. I knew what she was about to do, and sat up straight so that I wouldn’t be flattened by the pressure. Then she pushed down, hard, and I bucked my hips to pleasure us both, now eager for the imminent crescendo. Lana’s cries increased in pitch, mirroring my own as I rode her into oblivion.

No! I had to stop this! The thought forced its way through the swirl of sensations, and I suddenly remembered what was at stake. I begged my unresponsive body to obey, pleading with myself for some sanity in this unreal situation. I heard my cries increase in pitch as the intensity escalated still further, defying my silent pleas. No! I had to … I pushed my hips to the side, and felt Lana’s finger slide off of my head as the supporting frame was broken. I rolled to my back, twitching uncontrollably, my thighs locked in position from the tension remaining in my hips. But I felt myself edging back from the brink of the abyss, and I let myself enjoy my momentary success.

“Ellie! No, you can’t stop!” Lana’s cry was almost a whine, signaling her own desperation. I tried to move away, the futility of it obvious, but I couldn’t simply give up. I was immediately lifted by Lana’s giant finger and thumb, then pressed heavily to her enormous clit, and my body was suddenly her little sex toy once again. She rubbed me back and forth on herself, far more forcefully than I ever could, and my body was wracked by rapturous waves with each motion. I tried to beat my fist against her in anger and despair, but instead my hand was pressed to my own breast, massaging it roughly, desperate to add to the sensations. The abyss suddenly loomed large before me once again, drawing closer with every stroke. My cries stopped having any coherence as another torrent rushed through my body, pushing me over the edge that I no longer realized existed, as all thought became lost in the turbulence. Violent brightness encompassed me, then became colors that swam and merged, mirroring the chaos that had overpowered my mind. I dimly heard Lana as I faded: “Yes! Oh! You tiny, sexy bitch!”

A lifetime later, I was shaking. No, I was being shaken. Being shaken erratically, almost convulsively. A sound broke through my awareness, confusing me for a moment before I realized that it was a person’s voice. Not talking, or even shouting, but something more visceral. More elemental. I tried to open my eyes before realizing that they were already open. As the world started to shakily resolve itself, I saw a face to my left, looking in a random direction. Lana. The source of the sound. Lana. That meant … I turned my attention to myself, and saw that I was being held by gigantic fingers. Still. I had been gone for an eternity, and returned to exactly where I had left. Although … it wasn’t quite exactly. The fingers were larger now, and Lana’s face was farther away. I knew that was important.

The ground beneath me shuddered violently as I was pressed down with an unbearable amount of force. Another shudder, then it settled into a rapid shaking, and I began to move slower and more smoothly. My mind now partially reassembled, I finally realized that Lana had just had her own climax. I slapped my hand on her finger, hoping to get her attention, then continued for about ten more seconds until her eyes shifted to me.

Then her eyes widened. “El! You’re even smaller! What happened?” She brought me closer to her face, and I traveled a hundred feet in an instant. I scowled as I realized that my cataclysmic orgasm had gone entirely unnoticed. Lana saw my expression, but her contented smile didn’t change. “Oh, don’t be so sour. It looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did!”

I was moved quickly around again as Lana shifted. When my vision righted itself, Lana had her feet underneath her and was standing up. I looked down, saw just how high in the air I was, then quickly looked in any other direction.

“Lana,” I said. “Put me down, please.” There must have been something in my tone, because Lana’s smile vanished as she looked at me, then placed me gently back on the dresser. I sat down, feeling a deep exhaustion. And cold. I hugged my legs to my chest, realizing that my persistent sexual arousal was finally gone. I should have felt elated, but I only felt tired, and sore, and cold. If the effects were wearing off, did that mean that I would grow back to my normal size? I looked at Danny’s phone for a size reference, not seeing any change yet. The phone was still recording an empty area of the room, having been forgotten in all the fervor.

I reached a finger gingerly toward my slit, then jerked it back as soon as it made contact. Holy shit, I was sore! I guessed that it had been masked by that drink, along with my fatigue, until now. But now that it seemed to be wearing off, what would happen to me? Was this situation permanent, or temporary? Would I grow back to my normal size at some point, or be stuck like this forever?

I studied the phone, and my weariness receded as I began to truly realize the precariousness of my situation. Even on its side it was still twice my height. I approached it and held out a hand, horrified when I saw that my spread fingers would barely cover half of the home button. If, God forbid, the effects really were permanent, was it only my size that was changed? My stomach turned as I considered the possibility that it might start all over again the next time I had an orgasm.

I ventured a look over the edge of the dresser, not looking directly down this time. I didn’t think I’d be able to make it down on my own, even if I somehow worked up the courage to try. I tried to think of the things that I would be able to do without help at this size, and felt a new despair. I wouldn’t be able to get down from here, or get food or water, find something to use as clothing, find a place to use for a bathroom, or do much of anything, for that matter. Even if I made it to the floor, I wouldn’t be able to reach anything, and Danny and Lana might not even notice me as they walked around, unknowingly threatening my life.

I sat down, then lay back in defeat as I resigned myself to the fact that I was completely and utterly dependent on them, at least until something changed. On a surface level, I had known all evening what had been happening to me, but this was the first time that I truly felt it, deeply and viscerally. Until now, I hadn’t really accepted what was happening to me, and my mind kept interpreting events as if Danny and Lana had grown. But now, I felt sick at how helpless I had become. So powerless. So inconsequential. So … tiny. I felt tears rising in my eyes, and squeezed them shut, trying to fight off the despondence and find some way to mentally reassure myself. But I couldn’t find any comforting thoughts at the moment.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping for a worried instant before I saw that Lana was talking to Danny.

“What? No. I was just … resting.”

“Oh, right. I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep your attention?” She turned away from him, then made a show of bending over to pick a piece of clothing off the floor. I felt a rush of anger, no longer masked by my forced arousal.

Lana was still facing away, toying with the piece of underwear that she had picked up. “You still have the other half of that stuff?” she asked innocently. I felt a new chill at the possible implications.

“Yeah. Why? You have something in mind?” Danny responded.

Lana turned to look at him over her shoulder, wearing only her trademark half-smile.

The End
(for now)

Mmm there’s nothing like giving my little toy some full-body affection. Especially the way she just melts into my lips

@smolchlo She has a curtain – you can see it right there on the little window. So there’s no reason to complain, she has all the privacy a tiny deserves.

(Actually, I might be convinced to put up an actual curtain… on the outside of the case)

Sorry it took so long for this last update. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

The “Day 1” chapter turned out out to be a lot longer than I had expected, but now it’s finally done. The good news is that I’ve also written a good part of the next several chapters, and those will be shorter, so hopefully I’ll finish those more quickly.

I don’t typically identify as tiny (although there are those occasions…), but for me, the allure is entirely in the tiny perspective. Half the time, I don’t even imagine myself as the giant, and I just imagine a vague “a giant” or “a giantess” since I’m less interested in their side of it, and my focus is entirely on the shrunken toy.

I’m not especially interested in lording my own power over some tiny little thing, or leaving a trail of destruction through a miniature city. But I’m absolutely interested in the overwhelming feelings of awe and helplessness that she feels when she’s huddled in my palm, with nothing to shield her from my colossal gaze. Or the sheer inadequacy that she feels when she tries to get a snack from the kitchen, and can’t even open one of the soft-close cupboards, or find a way up to the counter.

Or, conversely, the comfort and security that she feels from having an unimaginably powerful protector to take care of her. It depends on my mood, but generally I find that the unwilling or uncomfortable shrinkees are more fun to imagine.