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“Guess what? I found a use for all that dental floss you never used!”

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

Taylor was ridiculously cute in her little cowgirl outfit.

She wore a puffy red long-sleeved shirt, with sleeves that were too long for her, but looked just fine rolled-up. On top of the shirt, she was wearing a brown vest with a little yellow star badge. The jeans that belonged with this outfit were too long for Taylor to wear, but she had a denim skirt that looked even better, in my opinion. She’d discarded the matching boots almost immediately – they were a bit loose, but the real problem was that they were so stiff that she could hardly walk. Taylor had refused to give up on the cowboy hat, though, even though it was loose on her head. I loved the way that the hat kept tilting forward to cover her face, and she was forced to push it back each time so that she could see.

She had been trying on different outfits for nearly an hour now, occasionally adopting the mannerisms or accent of a person who would wear it and playfully acting out some contrived scenario. It seemed like she had a fair amount of practice, because she was surprisingly good at some of them.

“You need a six-shooter to go with all that,” I told her.

“Naw,” she replied, in a passable Southern drawl. “A real cowgirl can get by with just her wits and her trusty steed.” She gave me a meaningful smirk.

I recognized her phrasing from our encounter the other night, and I chuckled as the realization hit me. “Ah. So that’s why you wanted to save this one for last.”

“It is.” She nodded, her face slightly flushed, but her tone was unchanged. “Now, Mister Big Man, if you would permit me?” She motioned me upwards, and I obliged, standing close to the workbench so that she could have access to her “steed.” After all, how could I refuse such a charming little request?

Taylor reached for the button eagerly, wearing a grin that seemed too big for her tiny face. She turned her body sideways, so that she could pull one layer of fabric directly toward her, while pushing the other directly away. As she sidestepped into me, the rim of her broad hat pushed against my stomach, pushing it from her head as she focused on undoing the button. She gave it a commendable effort, grunting with the strain, working at it for a solid minute before finally giving up and backing away.

“Hmph. Looks like this situation is more than one person can take on.” She pointed at me. “I’m gonna need to deputize you.”

Her playacting was so endearing, I decided to join in. “Well now, little miss, what seems to be the problem here?” I cringed inwardly as I said the words; if this was going to become a regular thing, I’d need to practice so that my accent wasn’t so atrocious.

“Well, sir, it’s my steed. He’s been … trapped, and well, his bonds are too sturdy for me to break on my own.”

“Oh, that’s a terrible shame, miss. I reckon I could help you out a mite.” I reached down and undid the button for her.

“Appreciate the help, sir, and I won’t soon forget it. I have no coin to spare, but I could repay you with … hospitality.”

Taylor pulled the denim layers apart and started working at the zipper. It was still a challenge for her, but she made steady progress this time. I watched quietly, both amused and enthralled by the way that she now struggled with mundane everyday things. Eventually, she managed to fully open the zipper, and she spread the fabric apart, then began to tug at the waistband of my boxers. But after a couple of tries, she quickly determined that she wouldn’t be able to move the waistband down like she had wanted.

Taylor paused for a few seconds, seeming to consider her options, then pulled my waistband slightly away from my stomach and slid a leg inside.

“Wait. Are you gonna –” Before I could finish the thought, Taylor had impressively slithered her full body through the waistband. The sensations were a bit disconcerting at first, as I felt her slide downward, hooking diminutive limbs around my member, and I tried to determine which way she had oriented herself. Her small weight settled briefly at the bottom of my boxers, before she quickly used her limbs near my base to pull herself up. I felt two tiny sensations moving up my shaft – those must have been her hands – before they pulled me sideways, bringing me into increased contact with the fabric of Taylor’s outfit. She wrapped her slender arms around my girth, hugging me closely as she began to use her mouth around the underside of my head. I heard some intermittent murmurings, but couldn’t make out any words.

I bent my hips forward a little, trying to give Taylor some more space. She responded by holding me tighter and grinding her hips on me, and I could feel the tiny trail of wetness that she left behind. This caused my blood to flow even more rapidly, and as my cock awoke, I foresaw that it was about to become uncomfortable in there.

As interesting as it was to have Taylor scrambling around in my underwear, the situation would soon be untenable, so I stretched out the waistband and pulled them down to my mid-thigh, revealing both myself and Taylor, though most of her body was hidden behind my shaft. She paused her nibbling only long enough to give me a disappointed “Aww …” before returning to focus on her ministrations. Although I was only at half-mast so far, I was still solid enough to hold up Taylor’s trivial weight, but I still scooted forward so that she was above the workbench surface, just in case. I had thought that I knew what to expect, that my imagination was vivid enough, but I was wholly unprepared for what I saw; she was an astonishingly surreal sight, her sinuous body writhing along my length like some erotic otherworldly creature out of myth.

An otherworldly creature clad in denim and polyester. While I had enjoyed Taylor’s little costume, I decided that it had outstayed its welcome. I reached toward her, then stopped myself – she looked to be enjoying herself so much that I didn’t want to interrupt. But I couldn’t see much more than her arms and legs, so I leaned to one side for a better view. Most of her energy seemed to be focused on rubbing her body against me. Sometimes, she would seem to strive for as much contact as possible, squishing her firm little breasts against my increasing hardness through her thin shirt, and nuzzling my head with her smooth cheek. Other times, she would focus the contact on her pelvis, whispering tiny moans to my cock as she ground her hips against me and accentuated the way her miniature skirt had ridden up on her hips. Through it all, she peppered my head with small kisses, licks, and nibbles, her soft and precise lips finding their delicate way onto every millimeter of skin within her reach.

It only took a few more seconds of Taylor’s stimulation to bring me to my full hardness. Then, somehow, she coaxed me into becoming even harder. My earlier words about blue balls echoed in my head as I tried to ignore the deep, throbbing ache, an uncomfortable reminder of just how desperately part of me yearned for release. But if this ended so soon, I would never forgive myself. Taylor, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in our unconventional union, never losing focus for even the slightest fraction of a second, her body a writhing little tangle of sensuality. I’d never seen – had barely even imagined – this kind of unrestrained passion, such unbridled adoration. And for some reason, she was giving it to me. It was enough to make a man burst, although I didn’t dare.

At first, Taylor’s movements were energetic, almost frenzied. But within a couple of minutes, she had slowed to a more sustainable, but no less passionate, rhythm. Although Taylor slowed down, my excitement continued to build, to the point that I was forced to stop her, lest I end it all far too soon. I pulled Taylor gently off me, despite her disappointed noises, and I placed her standing back on the workbench, her skirt still hiked up above her hips in a tawdry display.

I smirked at her. “Look at you, debasing yourself that way. Such a naughty little doll.”

Taylor’s eyes were set afire. “So naughty that she needs to be punished?” she asked teasingly, with a hint of eagerness.

And suddenly, I realized why she’d given me the ruler.

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Taylor rubbed a hand on her petite backside with mock woundedness. “I don’t think I deserved that many spanks.” It was clearly an act, and we both knew that she wished it had gone longer, but I played along.

I squatted so that my face was at her level, and eyed her like a rebellious child. “That just means you don’t really understand how naughty you’ve been.”

“Mmm. Have I been a bad little doll?” she asked with playful innocence, holding an index finger to her mouth.

I nodded semi-seriously, and snatched her hat from her head before she could react, then held it tauntingly in front of her. “And bad little dolls don’t get to play dress-up.”

She gasped, covering her mouth with a tiny hand, tiny teardrop eyes gleaming. “But … then I’d be naked!”

“What a shame,” I replied facetiously. “Maybe then you’ll learn.”

“But … I don’t have anything to cover myself!” Taylor made a fair show at being scandalized.

I shrugged. “You should have thought of that before you were so naughty. But it sounds like you’re asking for more paddling first ….” I trailed off, my voice playfully threatening.

Her shoulders deflated. “In that case … I suppose you leave me no choice.” She sighed heavily, then turned partially to one side as her body language changed, thrusting her chest out slightly as she started to slide the vest apart for the beginning of her little strip show.

But I stopped her, hooking a finger in each of her arms, and pulling them away from her body. “Wait,” I said, hoping that my tone conveyed the gentle enthusiasm that I felt. “Let me.” As exciting as Taylor’s little show would have been, I’d been impatiently containing my eagerness to undress her for myself. Since her arms were already in my hands, I started there, sliding my fingertips to her hands and lightly touching each of her delicate, slender fingers. I turned one hand, feeling her palm and intricate digits with my thumb before running my fingers up her forearms, savoring the smooth feel of her skin under my touch. I slid the fingers of my left hand back down to her elegant little hand, and at the same time slowly moved my right hand up her arm, stopping to rub lightly on her shoulder for a few moments.

Taylor closed her eyes, leaning her head away from my hand, and I took her hint, lightly brushing her neck with my thumb as she leaned into my index finger. I tilted myself forward a little, bringing her hand up to my lips and giving them the tiniest, most delicate kiss that I could manage. She opened her eyes at this, and a warm smile spread on her face as she went nearly limp in my hands. Her eyes closed again as I slowly left more careful kisses on her hand and lightly caressed her neck again with my thumb before tracing the edge of one perfectly-shaped ear. She dipped her head slightly as if it tingled, and I took the opportunity to lean in and briefly leave a kiss on her forehead. As I moved back, she raised a hand to stroke my cheek, then beckoned me back to her once I was out of reach. I followed her direction, stopping an inch or two from her. She placed a hand on either side of my lips and leaned forward toward my mouth, placing a barely-perceptible kiss on my lower lip.

It was a tiny, tender gesture, and I returned it as best I could, pressing my lips softly forward to gently kiss her face. Taylor continued to press her minute mouth to various places on my lips, and, at a loss for what else to do, I ran my forefinger through her hair before cradling her head with the tip of my finger and thumb. After a few more tiny kisses, I broke away slightly, and gently tilted Taylor’s head so that I could lick the nape of her neck with the tip of my tongue, lightly brushing the skin upward, then along the ridge of her little ear, encouraged by her shaky intake of breath. I returned to her lips, and she accepted my invitation, kissing more firmly this time, some of them accompanied by the small wet warmth of her diminutive tongue. There was more passion in her this time, and her hands roamed around my lips and jaw as her body writhed against my hand.

I gave her a firm, final kiss, then pulled back a foot or so. I held a flap of the vest in each hand, and pulled each side back over her shoulders, pulling it down and off behind her body. “It’s time to get rid of these,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “You bad little doll.” She giggled, and I took hold of the hem of her shirt, folding it about a third of the way up her torso, and bending in to leave a few small kisses on her exposed stomach. Her small fingers began to run through my thick hair, so I didn’t pull away this time. I moved a thumb and finger to her exposed skin, brushing it lightly as I pushed her shirt slightly upwards with each circuit. Then I gave her front a small lick with the tip of my tongue, from the top of her skirt up to just beneath her breasts, feeling how the smooth skin was interrupted by the small dimple of her navel, and I received a noticeably sharper moan in response. I smiled around my tongue, and continued using it to trace soft trails on her front side, moving my fingers around to caress her back.

With my tongue and fingers, I gradually pushed her shirt upwards, exposing incrementally more of her silky skin. When I had revealed nearly the lower half of her breasts, I snaked my tongue up under her shirt, pressing down on one squishy little globe. Taylor moaned seductively and pressed a hand on my tongue through her shirt, and I moved my thumb to her other breast, freeing it from its cloth prison in the process. She arched forward, pressing herself into my touch, and I gently squeezed her small orbs together in response. I quickly tugged her shirt up and off her body, finally removing the barrier between us, then laid her down tenderly, and I paused for a moment to look at Taylor. She looked back, her wild hair and fierce eyes making her the very picture of lust. Remembering how she had reacted when I attended to her breasts earlier in the day, I made sure to give them plenty of attention. I traced arcs up their slopes with my tongue, leaving thin trails behind as I made my way to their tiny peaks. I brushed their surfaces lightly with my thumb, feeling their hardened points catch on the ridges of my fingerprint as I moved over them. I pressed them gently together, squishing them into oblong shapes and invariably causing her to arch upward. I carefully suckled on them, teasing the little tips gently with my tongue. I couldn’t tell which she liked best; each transition seemed to drive her higher than the last, and I began to wonder if she would orgasm just from this.

Eventually, after a long, long span of time, I moved my mouth downward, moving slowly over her stomach, then skipping over her skirt and down to her legs. I ran my tongue languorously down one, then kissed my way back up, inching her skirt up slightly with my lips when I reached it, and exposing another quarter-inch or so of her thigh. Then I did the same on her other leg, moving sensually along her curved surface, and stopping at just a slightly higher position this time. Taylor groaned impatiently and quickly spread her knees apart, forcing the cloth upward to her hips and revealing her womanhood. But I ignored it for the moment; I wasn’t trying to tease her, but I didn’t want to rush, either. I moved a hand back to Taylor’s breasts to placate her as I nibbled my way up the outside of her leg, all the way up to her waist. I felt her hands on my pinky finger, and let her pull it to her mouth where she started to kiss and nuzzle it in between moans.

Leaving my pinky where it was, I angled my hand so that I could reach the side of her skirt with my thumb and forefinger, holding it in place while I used my other hand to peel the Velcro apart. The rough sound tore through our sensuous indulgence like a lightning bolt, and we stared at each other for a startled moment before giggling together. I slid the last piece of cloth quickly over her legs, then rapidly placed kisses all over her delectable little body. I ended at one of her adorable little feet, kissing it repeatedly while I spread the tiny toes with my fingertip. I looked down at Taylor to see that she was already giving me her best “come hither” eyes. When I met them, she opened her thighs invitingly, and I gave her foot one last kiss goodbye.

I licked a long, slow line down the inside of her thigh, and she pulled my pinky to her chest as her head rocked backward, a small tremor going through her as I barely contacted the top of her tiny treasure trove. With achingly slow speed, I ran the tip of my tongue down the half-inch length of her slit, tasting the faint trace of her fluid that had trickled from within. I barely heard Taylor’s small, tremulous gasp as her body shuddered urgently under my hand, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl upward in satisfaction. I vibrated my tongue on her, and her body thrashed as her moans ratcheted up by half an octave.

I knew that it wouldn’t take much more now. I was ready to let her have her orgasm, but there was just one thing that I wanted first. I pulled back a few inches, far enough that I could see her clearly while I hooked my thumbs under her thighs. Then I carefully used the edge of my thumbs near the corners of my fingernails to cautiously pull open her moist little lips, showing me Taylor’s perfect, most intimate place. Taylor looked like she was about to say something, but I was already moving back in, and I gave her a good, long, vibratory lick while I held her spread open. Her intense little moans returned in a rush, and I continued, not stopping until I’d given her more sensations than she could handle. The pitch of her small trills spiraled upward, becoming increasingly erratic, and my hands felt the tension increasing in her body, now slick with sweat from the exertion. Finally, she gave one last, explosive cry, and her legs shook while her hips rocked back and forth, and I pulled back so that I could watch one of the sexiest sights that has ever been seen.

She lay back for a few seconds as she recuperated, but before she had fully recovered she was up and moving, rising to her knees and shambling toward me with half-closed, unfocused eyes. She motioned me toward her. “Now it’s your turn,” she said eagerly. “Give it all to me. Please!” Her hands moved to her own body as she spoke, one sliding smoothly between her legs as the other arced firmly around a squeezed breast. “Won’t that feel so good? You’ve been holding it in all this time.” She continued to touch herself, her body rocking and arching as she let out a small moan. “Won’t it feel amazing to finally let it go? To cover my little body in your hot cum?”

I wasn’t sure I had ever seen such a nakedly erotic sight as Taylor working herself back up while she begged for my cum. I hardened nearly instantly, aching from the suddenness of it, and from the numerous earlier false starts. I stood, bringing my head within Taylor’s reach, and she circled her arms around it, pressing her breasts to the underside as she gave the top a long, slow lick. I wrapped a hand around myself and gave my length a long, firm stroke, and my cock swelled as my energy rocketed forward. Her small embrace tightened as my head enlarged, sending another surge through me, and Taylor gave a delighted little squeal as I grew in her arms. I didn’t want this to end soon, but I doubted that I could last very long at this point.

Suddenly, Taylor looked up at me, her eyes dark and lusty. “Use your little doll’s body.”

“What?” She seemed to think that her meaning would be obvious, but I was genuinely puzzled.

In response, she reached silently for my thumb, prying it gently upward away from my penis. Then she pushed down on my hand, nearer to the wrist to show that she wanted my whole hand to move, creating a gap of about an inch between my fingers and my cock. It wasn’t until she gripped my head and slid one of her feet into the gap that I realized what she had meant. I straightened my fingers slightly to widen the opening for her, and shifted my hand as she entered to help her squirm in between. She threaded her arms and legs around me, squeezing my length tightly for an affectionate moment before relaxing her grip, slowly undulating her body against my underside.

Then she opened her eyes, looking up at me again with a devilish smile, her little eyes aglitter. “Do it. Use me.” I was taken aback by her small ferocity, and stared dumbly at her for a moment before I recovered. I could hardly believe just how much she was trusting me to be careful with her – either that, or she was so excited that she was no longer concerned about it. Either way, I didn’t need any further convincing. I pressed her perfectly-fitting torso lightly against my hard flesh and stroked slowly, smoothly downward on my cock, stopping when I felt Taylor’s tiny ass touch my sack. It was a familiar motion, but the sensation was altogether unfamiliar, so exhilarating and salacious that I nearly erupted right then. I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought to control myself, trying to focus on something besides how wild I was being driven by Taylor’s little body. Her smooth, soft, curvy little body. Her lithe, supple, steamy little body that was impossible to dislodge from my mind.

I took a deep, shaky breath, then stroked back upward, more slowly this time, trying to savor the individual sensations created by Taylor’s body. The smooth skin of her cheek, felt in alternation with the tiny, warm softness of her tongue. The firm yet spongy globes of her breasts pressed unceasingly against me, surrounding their hardened, pointed centers. The taut, uncreased plane of her stomach, trailed by a soft, tickling tuft of thin hair. Once again, it was nearly too much, and when I felt Taylor’s wrapped arms touch the rim of my head, I silently gave thanks for the natural chance to pause and regain control of myself. It was a longer pause this time, as I fought down the increasing urge to finish.

My silent struggle was interrupted by a new feeling at my very tip. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Taylor’s hand there, scooping up a large glob of pre-cum. She brought it back down to where I couldn’t see, but then I could feel her smearing it on her breasts and upper chest, moving her body against me to spread it around some more. Then she angled her head to one side so that I could see her, and smirked at me as she made a seductive show of using her mouth to clean the liquid from her fingers.

I chuckled at her brash display, then decided to take it as a challenge. If she had another orgasm first, I reasoned, then I wouldn’t feel so bad about finishing early. I slid my index finger down to the small of her back, and wedged my thumb between us, pinching her hips lightly so that I could angle them back a bit, bringing her imperceptible clit into contact with my skin.

“What are …?” Taylor began, then her tone changed as she realized what I was up to. “No, I’ve already … had my turn,” she demanded, her declaration interrupted as she tried to fight a tremor that ran through her body. But I ignored her complaint; I now had something to focus on besides how this felt for me, and I leapt at the chance to delay the inevitable. I began to move her hips back and forth in small motions, changing the angle of her as I did, and I smiled in satisfaction as Taylor began to release high-pitched moans again. “Stop! What about … nnh … you?”

I grinned, though she couldn’t see it. “Let me worry about that. You just be a good little doll, and let me play with you.” The words seemed to shatter her feeble resistance, and she began to rock her hips of her own accord, pressing her dewy lips against me as her little vocal outbursts intensified.

As she squirmed and pressed and moaned against me, I began to stroke her along my length again, moving in slow, short bursts to keep myself under control. I slowly began to turn her so that she was on one side, bringing her curved little body into view. I marveled again at her svelte little sweat-slicked form, her small body uncannily perfect, as if any imperfections had been smoothed away by her new size. I gave her a small squeeze in my hand, feeling the way that her body flexed around my hard shaft, and I heard a tiny “Yes!” in between the moans that were rising from below.

Emboldened by her response, and feeling like my cock was somewhat less sensitive by now, I began to lengthen my strokes, adding some saliva for additional lubrication. I tried to ignore the vigor surging inside me, focusing instead on driving Taylor into a little frenzy. With her oriented sideways like this, her graceful curves were outlined against me, the subtle motions of her body intensifying as I used her like she’d demanded, and she used me in return. In this way, we pleasured each other for a horribly brief eternity, until I felt that my risen tide could no longer be contained. Not ready to concede defeat, I pinched Taylor’s hips in my fingers again, pressing her tiny womanhood directly against me with far more pressure than she could on her own, and her small cries soared in an escalating spiral, building finally to a diminutive crescendo.

When Taylor orgasmed around me, I simply gaped at the incredible sight, too awestruck to do anything else. I realized suddenly that I had been mistaken – I had thought that Taylor was a woman reduced, changed into something less than she had been. But now I saw that she was in truth a woman concentrated; she was the entirety of a woman’s spirit and energy, distilled and compressed into a tiny white-hot vessel of pure femininity. How could I have ever thought otherwise?

And all of that dazzling energy, that refined and condensed eroticism, was focused entirely on my painfully-hard member. As she squeezed and thrashed wildly on me, each of her movements, every arch of her back, every press of her pelvis, every lusty cry, seemed almost to transfer her arousal into me. I swelled as Taylor unknowingly coaxed my own orgasm toward her, an unstoppable force that I couldn’t possibly hope to contain. I fought anyway, clenching my free hand into a fist as I struggled to keep the chaotic energy away from the hand that held Taylor, buying a precious second to lay her down and announce its arrival.

“Uhn, I’m coming!” I was barely able to force the words through my teeth as I leaned forward so that I could point myself at Taylor’s little body. I saw her sit up, her small form unfocused in my vision, before I lost sight of her and was overwhelmed by the explosive release. I planted my forearm on the wood surface, leaning on it unsteadily as my entirety suddenly rushed out of me. I forced myself to inhale, overriding the instinct to hold my breath, and was still struggling to regain my bearings when I felt the second rush, accompanied by a severe light-headedness. My eyes managed to refocus before the third shot left me, and I adjusted my aim quickly, since it looked like the second may have partially missed. I gasped falteringly, pushing myself back upright as I blinked against the disorientation, slowly reconstructing my attention on Taylor.

But she was already lost, busily caressing and squeezing herself as new moans filled the air around her, steadily working her body in its coating of combined sweat, saliva, and seed. I held myself steady until the last spurt left me, then gently wiped the last of it onto Taylor’s thigh, knowing that I’d hear about it later if I didn’t give her every drop. I felt a small smile at the confirmation that she hadn’t been pretending when she’d professed her desire to be covered in my emission, then settled in to watch the show.

As I stared at her sultry, oblivious movements, I belatedly realized that I was still hard, and I wondered for a moment whether I’d be able to have another orgasm. Then I decided to find out.

Glad I’m not the only one to see the appeal of holding a tiny woman this way. It’s just so much fun to hold her dangling helplessly in the air.

Inflicting pain isn’t really my thing though, so I only do this if she’s small enough that it doesn’t hurt, as a way to emphasize her powerlessness. It’s especially funny when she struggles, and makes herself swing around uncontrollably.

@CountdownToShame

BTW your name is the best one I’ve seen so far among size folks.

Thanks! Although I suppose I’m dating myself with that reference (and yes, I did have to look up “diminution” to double-check that it’s actually a word )

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

I couldn’t help feeling a little smug. “You know, I had thought that I might be able to call you ‘Two-Minute Taylor’ after I had my way with you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Taylor gave me a suffering scowl from her perch on my stomach.

“But I think your way might be better. ‘Twenty-Second Taylor’ rolls off the tongue pretty well.” I grinned, enjoying the reversal after her previous taunting.

“Okay, I get it. You’re proud of yourself.”

“Come on, stop grousing.” I lifted my hips off the ground, using a knee to help push her weight forward with the movement, and caught her as she fell into me.

“Grousing? I don’t grouse!” she protested, trying to push herself back upright against my embrace. “Who even says ‘grousing,’ anyway?”

“Really? This, from the girl who says ‘shirk your responsibility?’”

“Let’s go again. I bet you won’t last twenty seconds this time.” She managed to slide herself down my body a bit, and I felt her body press on the tip of my half-deflated member, which stirred to life at the touch.

“Didn’t the whole thing start because you wanted me to save it? I’m about to have the world’s worst case of blue balls, and I don’t think you properly appreciate the sacrifice I’m making.”

She started to push herself upright again, and I didn’t resist this time. “Your sacrifice?” she asked incredulously. “Oh, no, poor man gets to literally cover me in his cum,” she said with dripping sarcastic emphasis. “How awful!”

I sighed melodramatically. “No appreciation ….” I let my smile peek out; I’d never seen the appeal of leaving my mess on a woman, but Taylor’s enthusiasm for it was infectious. She didn’t respond, just holding me with a saucy stare. In the silence, I became acutely aware of the way her little butt rested on top of my lower head, from the way that she’d sat upright after having scooted backward. Against my will, I began to stiffen again, increasing the pressure between us.

Taylor, well aware of my predicament, slid herself back farther, leaving a thin trail of fluid on my length, cooling my skin as it quickly evaporated. She flashed a devious smile before looking down, then her expression quickly changed. “God, I can’t get over the size of it.” Her voice dropped into a near-whisper. “And soon, it’ll be even bigger. As big as me.” She shivered briefly, then began rocking her hips in earnest, leaning forward to grind her minuscule clit into my shaft.

I reached to grip her butt with my hands, pressing her down harder than her weight could press alone, and guided her hips in long strokes as she rocked them with increasing fervor. Taylor’s skin began to flush, and small moans started to escape from her open mouth. In the increasingly chaotic motions, at some point she slipped forward off of my cock, leaving her slit spread around my head.

She giggled, wagging a finger at me. “You can’t go in there, it couldn’t fit!”

“Oh, I could make it fit,” I assured her.

Taylor froze in place, looking at me with wide, anxious eyes.

Seeing her expression, I hurried to reassure her. “I’m kidding, jeez! I wouldn’t try something like that unless you wanted me to.”

She relaxed a bit, slowly resuming her oscillating motions. “Good. It would never fit.” She eyed me warily. “I mean it. Don’t even think about it, because that thing would break me in half!”

“All right, you know what?” I laughed, using a hand on Taylor’s back to push her down, then held her against my abdomen as I rolled over on top of her, using a little bit of my weight to push her down into the carpet.

“Mmph! What are you doing?” Taylor’s protest was slightly muffled against my chest. I propped myself on my elbows, lifting my weight off of Taylor, and she began to scoot upward. I placed a hand on top of her head, preventing her escape.

“Whatever I want. Because there’s nothing you can do about it.” I used a hand to rub my hardness into Taylor’s lips to emphasize the point, and she arched upward into me in response.

“What? No, I – You’re too big! It’ll rip me apart!” She actually sounded pretty worried, but I was reassured by the fact that her hand had migrated to her clit, and began rapidly working on herself. I slid my cock through the small length of her slit, pushing her hand out of the way with my head before shaking it on her little button. Taylor bit a knuckle as she moaned in response.

“Can I cum now? I’m so close. Already!” I’d forgotten that earlier, I had told her that she needed permission, but Taylor had remembered.

“Not yet, my little doll. Soon.”

My words seemed to excite her even further. “I’ll be a good little doll, Boss Man.” Taylor looked up at me with timid iridescent eyes, craning her neck to make eye contact. I slid my glans up and down her hot little crevice a few more times, then maneuvered to her narrow little entrance, teasing it with a slight pressure before sliding back upward. She gasped raggedly, losing focus for a moment.

“I’ll be the best doll ever! Just please let me cum, Boss Man!” her voice had an added tinge of desperation.

I wasn’t trying to tease her this time. “You can cum now, little doll. You did well.”

Her orgasm hit before I even finished giving permission, intensely wracking her little body. Like her climax on the refrigerator, it didn’t overwhelm her to the extent that her first one had, but it was an acutely erotic sight nonetheless. I was glad that she was on such a hair-trigger right now, because I couldn’t have held back for much longer, either.

During the couple seconds that it took her to recover, I moved myself downward, occupying myself with nibbling her collarbone until she was ready for a kiss. I felt her cool, diminutive hands on my cheeks, and raised my head up to look at her, basking momentarily in her relaxed smile. Then we shared a luxurious kiss before I slowly broke it.

“What do you think? Is it time to really make you a doll?”

I hadn’t thought it possible, but Taylor’s eyes grew even brighter.

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“How tall is a Barbie doll, anyway?” I asked idly as I carried Taylor’s dollhouse into the garage, more to fill the silence than anything.

“11½ inches,” Taylor replied automatically. I should have expected that she’d know off the top of her head. I placed the house on the workbench, next to the control console, taking a moment to make sure that it wasn’t crooked before I pulled out my phone.

“Okay,” I said. “11 inches.” I plugged the numbers into the calculator on my phone.

“No, I said –” Taylor began, then stopped as she realized I hadn’t misheard. “You want me to be shorter than her.”

I only grinned in response, and she seemed … content, perhaps even happy with it. I reached for Taylor’s dial, and turned it to “17.20,” which would make her just barely over 11 inches tall. I had taken her measurements and vitals a few minutes earlier, and confirmed her current height at 2’8", meaning that she would shrink to just barely over one-third of her current height.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

Taylor took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously. “Oh, wait!” She hurried to the set of drawers that were under the workbench, and started rummaging through the top one.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my tone a little harsh. Did she really just start going through my stuff?

Taylor didn’t reply, closing the top drawer and moving on to the second one. “Aha!” she exclaimed proudly, pulling out a foot-long wooden ruler. She held it with her fingers at each end, flexing it with her thumbs. “Perfect!”

She handed the ruler to me, and I looked at her in confusion. “… How small are you planning to go?”

“That’s not what it’s for,” she said with an impish smile. Upon seeing my blank look, she added vaguely, “You’ll know when the time comes.”

Whatever. I shook my head briefly at her cryptic remarks. “Anything else? Need to use the bathroom?”

“No, I don’t need to. But ….” she trailed off, seeming suddenly embarrassed, and appearing to shrink slightly on her own. I watched Taylor quietly, allowing her to take her time. After a long moment, she looked up, her eyes large. “… would you hold me? Like last time?”

I smiled gently. Even if I hadn’t wanted to, her expression could have melted stone. “Of course I would.” I had re-dressed when I went outside to bring in her dollhouse, so I took a moment to remove my shirt, thinking that the intimate contact would feel more comforting to Taylor. Then I knelt down and lifted her, cradled in both arms. She nuzzled her cheek into my shoulder as she wrapped a silky arm around my tricep.

“Do you want to press it?” I asked.

She looked up, hopelessly adorable in her snug little hammock. I could only imagine how endearing she would look a minute from now.

“I’m good here. You do it.”

“All right. Here it goes.” I slapped the button loudly, and turned my full attention to Taylor. Once again, it was instantly noticeable; I knew that she wasn’t going to lose quite as many inches this time, but it still seemed to happen faster than before. I focused on Taylor’s face, mesmerized as her features dwindled while I watched, and her head moved steadily downward from my shoulder, leaving her hair trailing behind. On the other side, her feet traveled just as quickly, but the most palpable change was in her weight. She had weighed just over 15 pounds a few seconds ago, but now, with the transition less than halfway complete, she couldn’t weigh more than five pounds. As her feet moved across my body, I no longer needed my second arm to hold Taylor, so out of curiosity, I placed my fingers on her stomach, feeling her skin move peculiarly inwards.

Taylor was looking rapidly, almost frantically, at her surroundings. As I moved my hand, Taylor gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, and I wasn’t sure whether I had startled her, or the transition was simply overwhelming her. She seemed to nestle even deeper into my arm as her reduction continued, and although I knew that I had programmed the device to shrink linearly, it felt as if Taylor’s transformation was accelerating. Soon, her stomach was too small for my fingertips, and I enclosed her torso with my hand instead, enthralled by her rapid metamorphosis.

When it was finished, she felt so slight and fragile in my arm. She had to be under a single pound now, and her legs seemed even thinner than my fingers. Some deep, visceral part of me was unable to accept that this tiny creature was actually the same person that I had been holding just moments ago. She’d crossed some sort of threshold, and my mind tried to interpret her more like a work of art, as if she was an impossibly intricate sculpture somehow brought to life.

Taylor’s eyes opened slowly, then she lifted her head up, holding her hands before her as she looked at her immediate surroundings. She ran a hand along the skin of my arm, then twisted a couple hairs, seemingly avoiding looking up at my face. I gingerly extended a finger towards her, and Taylor gasped inaudibly as she reached out to clasp my fingertip, her tiny hand barely reaching halfway around the digit. She tested it with both hands, running her fingers over my skin and fingernail, and I wondered at her delicate, ephemeral touch.

I watched her eyes slowly travel up my arm, to my shoulder, and finally to my face. Even with the gradual exposure, I still felt her stiffen slightly as she met my eyes. I smiled as warmly as I could, hoping to reassure her.

“You have no idea just how adorable you are now,” I said softly, meaning every word. “Perfect little doll.”

Taylor beamed at my words, and a blush spread to her cheeks. I let her stay in her little nest for another minute or so, letting her ease herself into her new world, before I asked, “Are you ready to look around?” She nodded, and I slid a hand under her back, cupping her body in my hand like a chair. I took a step toward the workbench.

“No, the –” she started, her voice so quiet that I could barely hear, then she tried again, more loudly. “No, the floor first. Please.” Her voice again had a noticeably higher pitch than before.

I stopped, then knelt, carefully placing her on the floor. I remained kneeling, both because standing had seemed to startle her last time, and so that I would be close enough to see her minuscule expressions and reactions. Taylor looked around, gawking at the wide open space around us, her neck craned upward and arms extended out to her sides.

“It’s huge! It feels like a gymnasium in here.” Then she looked down at herself, holding a hand with fingers splayed outward. “And I’m so … little!”

Taylor turned to focus on the nearby chair, then walked the two feet or so toward its nearest leg, reaching up with an arm as she approached, and was barely able to brush her fingers on the bottom of the chair’s seat. She walked to the front of the chair, then jumped up, reaching once more. She jumped significantly higher than I had expected, exclaiming with a startled “Whoa!” Apparently, she hadn’t expected that, either. After a moment’s thought, I supposed that it made sense, since her strength wouldn’t scale downward as quickly as her weight. Taylor jumped a few more times, giggling as she tested out her newfound springiness.

I chuckled, then started to sing a little snippet, wondering if she would know the words. “The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is ….”

“… that I’m the only one!” she finished joyfully, nearly yelling out the words. We grinned at each other for a moment, then she exclaimed with an “Ooh!” and turned to skip toward the adjacent wall, where the ruler and scale were. I stood, then followed, looking down at the scale’s display as she jumped onto it. “0.6 pounds? Oh my God, I’m so tiny! That’s … well …” she thought for a second, “less than a hundredth of my weight.”

I thought for a moment. “Probably closer to one two-hundredth. Hang on, I have a better scale.” I walked quickly to the drawers, and pulled a small scale from the top one, making sure that it was set to “ounces” before I placed it on the floor near Taylor.

She stepped onto it, watching the display. “10.1? What?” Then, before I could explain, “Oh, that’s ounces.” She looked up. “How many ounces am I normally?”

“Around two thousand,” I estimated after a moment, pulling out my phone to run the numbers. “1980, basically.”

Taylor looked off into the near distance. “So you’re right, two hundred times what I am now.” She shivered visibly, and I tested the air for the scent of her arousal, but it may have just been too faint at her size.

Then she visibly composed herself. “Okay, I want to see the dollhouse now.”

“In a minute. I’m not going to forget your vitals this time.”

Taylor groaned. Even at her size, it was loud enough to sound exaggerated.

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” I said. “What kind of supervisor are you, anyway?”

“I did my supervising,” she retorted. “I worked hard at supervising you. Now I’m on break.”

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“Where the hell did you find this? Did you make it yourself?” Taylor asked, looking at the blood pressure cuff that was wrapped around her tiny, slender arm.

“It’s designed for rats,” I replied. “It’s a tail cuff.”

“Oh.” She seemed a little disappointed in my explanation. “I guess it makes sense that they’d make them for lab rats.”

I made a note of the readings, then carefully removed the loop from Taylor’s arm, satisfied with what I’d seen. “Okay, that’s the last of them.”

“Finally! I swear that you’ve just been trying to delay this!” She stood up from the wadded-up shirt that she’d been reclining in, and started walking quickly toward her dollhouse.

“Actually, there’s one more thing first.”

“Oh, give me a break! You can’t be serious.” I could hear the aggravation in her little voice.

“No, I’m not. Just giving you a hard time.” I grinned, and she turned away with a groan, making a shooing gesture at me as she resumed walking. She stopped squarely in front of the miniature house, appraising it for a while from her new viewpoint, and presenting me with the best view in the house. Then she opened the front door and ducked inside, and I opened the roof so that I could see what she was doing. Taylor stopped just inside the doorway, looking around at the walls and furniture inside.

“This is crazy!” She looked up, seeing that I was watching. “The open roof is kinda weird. But I love this toy furniture!” She picked up a plastic chair, hefting it in her hands. I looked around for a moment, then picked up a Barbie from another room, and stood it next to Taylor.

“Whoa ….” she said wonderingly, looking the doll up and down. Taylor’s height was at roughly Barbie’s eye level. She reached out with a hand, feeling a plastic arm, then tested rotating it up and down before leaving the arm reaching upward over their heads. Then she rotated the other arm up, and started working at the doll’s yellow sundress.

“This is my favorite dress. It’s the one I want to try first.” I watched with amusement as Taylor struggled to remove the dress from her plaything. In the end, she laid the doll on the floor and stepped on her chest to hold her in position while dragging the dress up over her head. While Taylor busied herself with turning the dress right-side-out, I took a moment to stand the doll back up on her feet. Then I pinched the little garment with a finger and thumb, and pulled it gently away from Taylor, but she tightened her grip, sliding a little across the floor as I pulled.

“Hey!”

“Well, do you want the real doll experience, or not?” To show her what I meant, I moved my finger and thumb under Taylor’s armpits, then pushed her arms upward, so that she reached above her head.

“Ohh,” she said in realization, and became pliable in my hand.

“Hang on, it’s a bit awkward with you in there.” I tightened my grasp slightly, and lifted her slowly from the house. She looked down worriedly as I moved her from inside to outside.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I set her down gently on the wooden surface, her hands still in the air. I let her go, and Taylor’s arms dropped back to her sides while I used my other hand to bring out Barbie; it was surreal to see the two of them side-by-side. “Now, time for dress-up?”

“Yes!” she said excitedly, launching her arms back into the air, the dress flapping in her hand as she did. “Please, dress your little doll!”

“Okay.” I smiled at her eager reaction, and plucked the yellow garment from her hand, rearranging the fabric so that it was essentially a ring with a gaping hole. Then I began to lower it over Taylor’s arms, carefully threading her hands through the miniature arm holes. I let the cloth drop, so that the skirt of it hung down around her, and slowly pulled it downward. As its waist reached Taylor’s shoulders, the cloth became snug, and didn’t want to travel any farther. I pulled it up a little before trying again, but to no avail.

“Let me try!” she yelled, slightly muffled. Ceding control, I pulled the dress partway off, letting Taylor have some more room before I released it. She worked the little garment around several times, but had no more success than I did, and became noticeably more agitated with her last two attempts. Finally, she removed the dress completely, then threw it to the ground with a frustrated motion.

“It’s too small! That’s my favorite one, too ….” she said crossly as she folded her arms, dissatisfaction etched across her little face. I could see her eyes glisten wetly, reflecting her dashed hopes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said gently, hoping to cheer her a little. “I’m sure there’s others that will fit. Maybe some with stretchier fabric?”

She nodded sullenly. “Yeah, probably. But I really wanted that one. And if it doesn’t fit, then most of the others won’t, either.” She stalked angrily to her new plastic roommate, and shoved her roughly to the ground. “Why are you so scrawny?!” Taylor seemed to become only more irate when Barbie’s frozen smile didn’t disappear, growling as she clenched her tiny hands into fists.

“Whoa, hey,” I said placatingly, hooking a finger around Taylor’s waist. “We’ll figure something out. Maybe we could alter them or something.” She turned to look at me, and shook her head. “Okay, then … it’s not like you have to be this exact size. If they don’t fit ….”

Taylor looked up, her wet eyes alight. “Yeah, that might work! I could just be whatever size makes the waist fit.” She thought for a moment. “None of the pants would fit right, and maybe some long dresses, but that might be okay.” She picked the dress back up, flattening it and looking down as she held it against her own waist. “It’s pretty small. I probably need to lose like, four inches.” She paused. “Well, I mean, four inches from my normal waist. You know what I mean.”

“We could try making you ten inches tall? That would be about 10% smaller.”

Taylor thought for a second. “I don’t think that’s enough. Let’s try nine and a half.”

“Okay, it’s up to you. Do you want to do it right now?” She nodded, and after a moment’s calculation, I turned the dial to “14.80,” then pressed the button. The change was still noticeable while it was happening, but at her size, it was harder for me to see it than before. When it was over, though, she was obviously shorter than her toy doll. Barbie was still lying prone on the workbench surface, but I guessed that Taylor would be about shoulder height to her now.

Taylor pulled the sundress over her head, trying once more. After some finessing, she managed to cinch it over her body this time. She looked down at her stomach, running her hands on the snug fabric, then looked back at me.

“I can wear it, but it’s super tight! I think I should go just a little bit smaller. Nine inches?”

“Okay.” I repeated the shrinking process, turning the dial to “14.00” this time. Taylor tugged slightly at the cloth with her hands as it slowly slackened around her.

“All right, it’s done,” I told her once the indicator light blinked off.

Taylor twisted her hips, then bent forward and backward, testing the fit of her dress. The hem was significantly lower on Taylor than it had been on Barbie, but she seemed satisfied anyway. The chest was a little loose as well, but not as much as I had expected. Overall, in my opinion, it looked much better on Taylor than it ever could have on Barbie. “Yeah, this works,” she cheered happily.

“I’ll say it works,” I said in appreciation. “You’re the cutest little thing ever.” Taylor looked away as her skin started to redden, and I grinned as I decided to pile it on. “It’s so adorable when you blush like that.”

“Oh my God, stop!” she complained. She looked at a flushed shoulder. “Look what you’re doing to me!”

“That’s why I’m doing it. You’re like a little tomato!”

“God! You suck!” She sat down with a harrumph, burying her face in her hands.

“Look at those tiny red ears! They’re so cute.” I used a fingertip to hook behind one and push it out from her head a little. She leaned away, heatedly slapping at my finger with one hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” I said soothingly. “How about giving it a twirl?” I asked, twisting a finger through the air. Taylor stood back up with a little smile, then spun awkwardly in place. Then, dissatisfied, she tried again, looking much more graceful this time as the dress flared out endearingly. We grinned at each other sincerely for a few moments.

“Let’s find another one.” I reached into the dollhouse and pulled out the substantial pile of doll clothes from inside, then began sorting through them. “Jeez, how many outfits do you have?”

Taylor looked a little embarrassed. “Well … like, thirty or so. There used to be more, but I gave away the ones I didn’t like.”

“You have a mermaid tail? Oh, you have to try this one.”

“What? Oh God, no!”

I smirked at her reaction. “Well, maybe we’ll just save that for when you’re a bad little doll.”

Taylor approached the mermaid costume where I had set it down, then knelt down and slowly ran a hand along its length, drawn away by some distant memory. After a quiet moment, she said softly, “Ariel was my favorite princess when I was a girl.”

I leaned forward so that I could hear, laying my hands flat on the workbench and resting my chin on top of them. “Why is that?” I didn’t want to wreck a rare moment, so I resisted the urge to make a crack about always having perfect hair in the water.

“The other princesses all needed some guy to save them. But not Ariel. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it herself. She was so determined. I … admired that.”

Of course – it seemed so obvious now that she’d told me. “I should have known, since you have the same sort of spirit.” She looked up with a warm smile, and I reached with a finger to lightly brush an exposed shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. Then, gesturing around her, she added, “For everything. For making dreams come true.”

I felt my own face flush at this, something that I hadn’t felt in years. Her words were a little sappy, but so heartfelt that it didn’t matter. But the way that she was looking at me, with … admiration? … was starting to make me feel self-conscious.

What I wanted in that moment was to embrace Taylor, and repay her words by drowning her in affection. Instead, coward that I was, I changed the subject. “Was there another outfit that you had in mind?”

“Actually, yeah. There’s one in this mess somewhere that’s … slinkier. I wanted to see if it’ll fit.”

I didn’t argue – something slinky sounded just perfect to me.

@countdowntoshame Thanks for sharing!

I hope that we get to see a whole bunch of ways that Mika “gets even” with Lily in the future.

For that matter, I hope we also get to see even more reasons that Lily deserves it (that’s the problem with free-range tinies – they’re always causing some sort of mischief )

Nice find! This is my favorite shrinking story that I’ve read in quite a while.

FYI, littlest-lily has started writing a continuation of this story, in the same thread linked above (edit: shortcut).