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

Well, I’ve got to entertain myself at the office somehow. Now, let’s see her sexy little dance on my Ctrl key…

This thread is hilarious! So many Internet Tough Tinies in here

Sure, it’s easy to proclaim “tiny liberation!” and “no tiny left behind!” from the other side of a screen. But when the moment of truth actually arrives, instead of “rallying against the giant,” they always just scatter like roaches. Suddenly it’s every tiny for herself, and all the noble platitudes about self-sacrifice are nowhere to be found…

It’s always entertaining, though. Especially since I get to hunt them down one by one and make sure they realize just how displeased I am

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

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.

I love this.

She’s just so adorable. It makes me want to cup her entire little body in one hand against my chest, all snug and warm and protected.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

I had wondered how Taylor would taste when I finally had her on my tongue. Although she had been thoroughly rinsed in my glass, I thought that she still tasted slightly salty. I left her in darkness at first, as I experimentally moved her around. I first pressed her gently against the roof of my mouth, noticing that she was crouched or kneeling, in a position where her hands came into contact with my palate before her body. Then I moved my tongue laterally, using my top teeth to push her around on the surface of my tongue. I tried to move her around slowly, knowing that every movement would be hugely magnified for Taylor. Or at least, I knew it on an intellectual level. But it was surprisingly hard to keep my tongue movements smooth and slow. It was a little frightening; all it would take was one quick flick of the tongue, and I could do irrevocable damage.

Slowly and carefully, I moved her to the tip of my tongue, surprised and pleased by the way that my saliva held her affixed there. Then, a bit more firmly than before, I pressed her against the inside of my cheek. Given the pliability of my cheek, I was less concerned about injuring her there. I moved her around for a while, enjoying the feel of her trapped between my cheek and tongue. I couldn’t prevent a small smile as I realized that my cheek was thicker than Taylor’s entire body.

After fifteen or twenty seconds, I pulled her back to the center of my mouth. I wasn’t sure how easy it would be for Taylor to breathe when she was pressed against my cheek, and I didn’t want to accidentally take it too far. I suddenly realized that she’d spent this entire time in complete darkness, and I opened my lips a fraction of an inch so that she could have some light to see by.

I wasn’t quite sure what else I wanted to do with Taylor now, so I just tried a few random things as they popped into my head. I cuurled the side edges of my tongue upward, and felt her move in response. It felt like she was sitting with her legs flat on my tongue, and I could feel a tiny hand grip each edge of my tongue as I held her in a little Taylor burrito. Then I let my tongue flatten back out, and pressed her against the roof of my mouth, trying to maximize the contact surface area. I opened my mouth wider, pressing the tip of my tongue against the back of my bottom teeth as I pushed my tongue forward until it was nearly vertical, forming a little wall at the front of my mouth with her adhered to it by my saliva. I held a hand below my mouth, ready to catch Taylor if she fell, but it turned out not to be necessary. I held her there for a few seconds, wishing that I had a mirror to see her stuck there, and chuckled softly as I pictured it. Taylor squeaked a couple times in response to my chuckle, and I brought her back into my mouth, worried that I’d laugh more violently and dislodge her.

At this point, I figured that I had played with Taylor almost long enough, but there was one last thing that I wanted to do. I opened the refrigerator door, then grabbed a green seedless grape from inside and quickly popped it into my mouth. I rolled it around for a few seconds, making sure that it pushed its way over Taylor several times, then stopped as I realized that the small fruit was probably more massive than her entire body. I chided myself; it had been far too easy for me to disregard Taylor’s safety without realizing it. Moving more slowly now, I rolled the grape over to the premolars on one side of my mouth. Then I made sure that Taylor was safely in the middle of my tongue before biting down forcefully, bursting the fruit and spraying its juices all over my powerless girlfriend.

I savored her for another thirty seconds or so, sucking the combination of fruit and girl all around my mouth, letting her marinate in its juice for a while before I finally decided that I had played with her for long enough. Several more ideas involving various food items had leapt into my head, but I could save those for another time. I reached to my mouth with a forefinger, then held Taylor in place with my lips as I slowly withdrew my tongue, depositing her carefully onto my fingertip. I brought my finger out to a few inches in front of my face, surprised all over again by just how incredibly tiny she had become – the first knuckle of my finger was roughly the size of a beach towel in comparison to her. She sat up, looking at me and around herself, apparently wondering what I had in store for her next. I raised my other hand to where she could see it, turning my open palm toward her in a gesture that I hoped would convey that it was time for her to do something now.

She didn’t disappoint, leaning backwards and bringing her hands to her body. I was surprised that she didn’t want to take a few moments to recover from her experience, but she seemed to be fine, and I felt a wave of relief at the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it all. As usual, Taylor’s hands went to her breasts first, starting on her ribs and smoothly sliding upwards to arc around the tiny pliant bumps, then smooshing them together. She looked down at herself and touched the tiny dots of her nipples, then arched her body enticingly. She must have been highly aroused already, because it was only a short time before one of her hands diverged down her stomach, passing next to the hardly-visible dimple of her navel. It slid tantalizingly downward toward her tiny honeypot, then stopped when Taylor squeezed her legs together, raising her head as she looked up at me.

She extended her arms together, straight out in front of her, then spread them wide, angling outward with her hands. I responded with a small shrug, and Taylor pointed at me before she tapped on her knees with her hands, then repeated the same gesture. I blinked in surprise; I thought I knew what she was asking me for, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do that at her size. I first tried pinching two fingers together, but as I approached her, I could see that they were far too large for what I was trying to do. Instead, I used my thumb to press both of her legs sideways down onto my fingertip, then carefully slid a fingernail from my other forefinger in between her knees. Once that was done, I gently pulled, using my thumb to keep her bottom leg pinned as I forcibly spread her legs apart.

It looked like she might have tried to resist, but if she did, I honestly couldn’t feel it at all. But as soon as her legs had parted enough for me to view in between them, Taylor’s hand slid down to her little valley, and I could barely see her eyes close as she bent her fingers to their most alluring purpose. Even from just a few inches away, I could hardly hear her tiny, squeaky moans as she began to work on her microscopic little clit. I let her pinned leg go free, and she lay backward, one hand moving out to her side to trace along the ridges of my fingerprint while the other inflamed the minuscule center of her being.

But her new little show didn’t last long, either. After maybe twenty seconds of her steamy, licentious exhibitionism, she rose to her knees, looking toward me again as she pointed downward at an angle. It took me a second to figure out what she wanted, and once I had, I pointed toward my crotch in response.

“Is this what you want?” She gave several exaggerated nods, and I grinned anticipatorily. “All right.” I worked awkwardly at my pants button with my free hand for a few seconds before I managed to unfasten it. Then I eagerly worked them and my boxers downward around my thighs, at which point they dropped to the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down. I slowly moved my fingertip down to transfer Taylor to her destination, careful to keep her journey smooth and cautious. I brought my fingertip into contact with my shaft, and she jumped the tiny gap between them, then walked to the middle of the stiffening column. Even though she was only a couple feet farther away now, she was much harder to see from this distance. She looked around for a while, then up at me, her body language suggesting wonderment, before kneeling down and leaning forward to run her hands along my tautening skin. She continued moving forward, until she lay flat with one ear pressed to my organ, listening as my blood rushed to her.

She lay there for a time, listening and caressing, with the occasional subtle change in contact at her head – kisses or licks or nibbles, I couldn’t even tell which they were. Then she pushed herself up to her knees and looked upward for a few seconds, her face unreadable from this distance, before she rose to her feet. For a moment, she looked over her shoulder toward my head, then walked slowly to me, slowing further as she approached, reaching out with her hand to test a curl of hair. Seemingly satisfied, she closed the remaining distance, her hands drawn back to her own body as she wriggled herself into my thick, trimmed hair.

I leaned forward for a better perspective, watching as Taylor drew my curls around her body, her impossibly precise fingers working furiously at herself as she did so. She twisted thick strands around the centers of her pert breasts, brushed them against her delicate little neck, and caressed them against her stomach down to the tiny pink speck between her thighs, working herself into a diminutive frenzy. She bent forward, propping one hand on her knee for support, lightly tugging on my hair as she worked at it between her legs. Her motions quickened, and her skin visibly flushed, clearly indicating her rising tension, until finally, with a barely-audible squeak of delight, she collapsed forward, her tiny body wracked by a violent explosion that I couldn’t even feel. I smiled at the incongruity of it – somehow both overwhelming and imperceptible at the same time.

As Taylor recovered from her infinitesimal climax, I decided that this was as good a place to end the scenario as any, and I walked back to the bedroom. By the time I had reached the control console, she had risen to a kneeling position, looking vaguely upward at me. Her dial was already turned to her normal doll size, so I simply pressed her button, and Taylor raised a hand to her head against the onset of dizziness. While she was returning to her normal size, I lifted her carefully in my hand, then transferred her into the crook of one arm. I cradled her against my torso, then stroked her hair a few times, trying to make her comfortable after her experience.

After her transition ended, I waited through ten seconds or so of silence before prompting her. “Well? Was it fun?” I asked softly. During our conversation about fantasies, Taylor had told me that she liked the idea of vore, so I had assumed that she’d enjoy a little mouthplay. Since she had also strongly implied during our conversations that she wanted me to surprise her more often, I hadn’t asked her about this beforehand, and I hadn’t been entirely sure how she would react to it. So it had been a relief when she’d begun to touch herself immediately afterward, and I took that as a sign that she had enjoyed the diversion.

She looked up at me, with eyes that seemed a bit unfocused, then looked off toward the wall and nodded. When she responded, her words were slow and thick. “It was … intense – really intense – but yeah.” She paused. “I didn’t think you’d … want to do mouth stuff.”

I shrugged and gave her a small smile. “It’s not really my thing, but I thought you’d like it.” But my smile evaporated when I felt Taylor begin to tremble. “You okay?”

“Can I … have a blanket?” She curled up into a fetal position and turned away from me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my elbow. I stepped to her dollhouse and opened the roof to fetch one of her blankets, draping it over her small body and carefully tucking it around her.

But something was wrong. Taylor’s breathing had become shallow and rapid, and her trembling was now more severe. And for me to feel the difference, it must have been much more severe. My mild concern was replaced by an increasing worry.

“Taylor?” She responded with only a small grunt and a slight shift of her legs. Her shaking didn’t seem to be getting worse any more, but it wasn’t decreasing, either.

Was she going into shock? I searched my memory for the symptoms. I had learned them, along with immediate treatment, during a first aid class in college, but that had been about a decade ago. Shock was about reduced blood flow, right? Feeling cold would be consistent with that, and I remembered rapid breathing as a symptom, as well. She didn’t feel clammy, and I hadn’t seen any gray or blue discoloration of her skin, which was probably a good sign. I didn’t remember whether tremors were a symptom or not, but it seemed like they could be one.

I felt a tremendous, suffocating guilt settle into my chest. I’d finally taken it too far. I had tried to get as close as I reasonably could to her fantasy, hoping to balance the novelty and edginess with her safety and comfort. But I’d clearly misjudged the line, and now Taylor was paying for my mistake. My poor, precious little Taylor. I looked down at her again, quivering as she lay huddled in my arm under her blanket, and blinked back tears that had begun to flood my eyes. How could I have been so careless? How could she ever trust me after this? I wouldn’t even be able to trust myself.

I reached down to stroke her hair one more time. “Oh God, Taylor. I’m so sorry.” I barely managed to choke back a sob, then admonished myself – Taylor needed my help right now, and I needed to pull myself together, for her sake. I looked away as I tried to shake off the emotional paralysis, thinking frantically about what to do in this situation.

I forced down my rising panic with an effort, taking a deep breath to steady myself. If I couldn’t remember what to do, then I should call 911, and someone trained in dealing with emergency situations could walk me through it. I pressed my hand to my hip to check my pocket before I realized that my pants were still on the kitchen floor. I took a few steps toward the kitchen, then belatedly remembered that I had put my phone on the charger while I was getting ready for bed. I hurried to the other side of the bed, where it lay on the nightstand, then struggled to unplug the charging cable with my own trembling hand. I slammed my palm on the nightstand in frustration. Fuck! The one time that Taylor truly needed me, and I was this useless?

I decided not to bother with unplugging it for now. I wiped new tears from my eyes to clear my vision, then quickly unlocked the phone. On the second try, I managed to open the telephone app, and began to dial 911. At the sound of the dialed numbers, Taylor stirred slowly, pulling my attention momentarily away. In my arm, she turned toward me, and I realized that she wasn’t shaking anymore. The shaking hadn’t receded, it had just … stopped. Taylor opened her eyes, her piercingly clear eyes, and pointed at me with a tiny finger.

“Ha! Got you, asshole!” Her lips turned upward in a devious grin.

“Taylor?” My immediate reaction was one of vast relief. Taylor was okay! But that was mixed nearly immediately with bewilderment, before they were both smothered by a wave of anger. “You … wha … are you kidding me?”

Taylor seemed inordinately pleased with herself. “Well, you toyed with me, so I thought I’d just return the favor.”

If she had been at her full size, I might very well have strangled her at that moment. With a supreme effort, I fought down my anger, trying to restore that initial feeling of relief, but I was only partially successful. At least I managed to keep my voice under control, sounding more exasperated than angry. “I was worried about you! Jesus, Taylor, I was calling 911!”

“Whatever,” she replied smugly. “You’re just butthurt that I got you so good. Besides,” she said as she curled back up, “it wasn’t entirely fake.”

That brought me up short, and my annoyance dissipated. Mostly. But after what she’d just done, I wasn’t sure if she was telling me the truth or not. I took a deliberate breath and forcibly uncurled my fist. “What do you mean?”

Taylor closed her eyes again as she spoke. “Well, when I first started to shake, that was real. I just exaggerated after that.” Since announcing her triumph, her words had slowed again, and she now sounded like she was ready to go to sleep. “And it was really intense. I think I need a bit to recover.” I sighed inwardly. I still wanted to talk about what she’d done, but decided that it could wait. It was probably better for emotions to settle down first, anyway. Looking at Taylor snuggled up so adorably, I wondered for a moment how I ever could have been angry at her.

“Do you need anything?”

I felt Taylor shake her diminutive head. “Just … hold me here,” she replied absently. “Well, maybe another blanket. And some Billie Eilish.” I smiled privately as I busied myself with her requests.

“Oh, and toothbrush … on top of fridge.” I looked at her blankly, not quite sure how to respond. How had she done that?

I entered the bedroom brusquely, walking directly up to Taylor’s dollhouse and opening the roof. I peered inside as Taylor looked up in surprise, undoubtedly interrupted from planning some new mischief.

“All right, you little gremlin,” I growled at her. “Where’s my toothbrush?” I hadn’t been able to find it wherever Taylor had stashed it, and I had no idea how she managed to climb up to reach it. But the toothbrush had disappeared, and nobody else had been inside the house for months.

“What toothbrush?” Taylor asked, as if surprised to learn that I owned such a contrivance.

I kept my expression stern, carefully hiding my secret elation. I’d been waiting impatiently for nearly two weeks, hoping that Taylor would provide me with a reason to punish her more severely than I had up to now. Although just a minute ago I had been preparing for bed, I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by. And after Mia’s foreboding call earlier in the day, I was eager for the distraction.

“Taylor,” I warned, giving her one last chance to come clean, only because I knew that it was an opportunity she wouldn’t take.

“What?” She stood, and planted her hands defiantly on her hips. “So you lose your stuff, and the first thing you do is blame me?” she demanded, with just a bit too much indignation.

“So that’s how you want to play this.” I sighed, weighing down the sound with leaden weary resignation. Then I turned, and walked the three steps to my bookshelf. I thumbed the spine of a book, pushing the tome upward and retrieving the diabolical instrument hidden underneath. The book was too heavy for Taylor to move at doll size, and although she could have moved it at her full size, I somehow knew that she never would.

I turned back, seeing that she had exited her house, and I approached with heavy steps as I menacingly held the small, white down feather between us. “You give me no choice, Taylor.”

She took a hasty step back, her wide eyes flooded with wild anxiousness. “You wouldn’t!”

“You know I would.” My relish for this exact situation was boundless, and I let a small sliver of it curl my lips devilishly, giving her a moment to stew in her jeopardy. But although I was always in the mood to tickle torture my tiny Taylor, I had even more heinous designs for tonight.

“But no,” I told her, as if I’d just realized that it would do no good. “We’re past that, aren’t we?” Looking away like I was deep in thought, I scooped her up in my other hand almost absently, ignoring a small outraged yelp. “We need something else … something that will actually teach you a lesson.” I let silence fill the room oppressively, knowing that it would enhance her trepidation.

Then I looked at Taylor as if I’d just had a wonderful, horrible idea. I reached for her dial, and turned it slowly downward, down past the 9.35% of her hand-size to settle at “07.80.” It had only been three weeks since I’d reduced her to that size, but it seemed like so much time had filled our lives since then.

“Remember this size? Five inches?” I asked her, and she nodded shallowly.

“You made me so … helpless.” She kept her voice deliberately cautious.

“I thought that would teach you a lesson.” I let the implication linger in the air for a moment before giving voice to it. “But I guess not,” I said, looking away for a moment before returning my gaze to Taylor’s tiny gemstone eyes. “Maybe you need to be … truly insignificant for a little while.”

She seemed to sense that I didn’t mean just another inch this time. “Wait, how in-- how small do you mean?” Her small voice had an even smaller tremor in it.

I didn’t answer, instead reaching for the control and turning it steadily down once more, from 7.8% down past 7% and further. When it reached 6%, Taylor spoke up again. “That’s far enough, right? Master? I’ve never been that little!” I remained silent, my eyes carefully on the dial as I continued to turn it, past 5% and continuing. At 4%, she tried again. “Please! That’s too small! I’ll give it back!”

Turning my attention back to Taylor as I stopped adjusting the knob, I carefully kept my expression severe. “You should have thought of that before you stole my stuff.” With that final word, I turned back to the controls, readying them to make Taylor even smaller still. Past 3%, ignoring Taylor’s continued pleas. Past 2%, as her tone shifted into desperation, stopping finally at “01.55.”

Taylor looked at me, her expression stunned, like she couldn’t quite comprehend it. “How … how small is that?”

“One inch,” I replied with satisfaction. “We’ll see how cocky you are at that size.” I gathered Taylor’s wrists in my other hand, releasing her from the first and letting her dangle in front of me, one of my favorite methods of highlighting our power asymmetry.

Her eyes shifted as horror crept into them. “But why? What can we even do …?” She shook her head in denial. “No … That’s too small. Please! Don’t do it!”

I let a moment pass, pretending to think about her impassioned appeal. “Okay,” I replied, shrugging slightly. “You’ve convinced me. I won’t press the button.”

She looked up with a mixture of hope and suspicion. “Wait, really?”

“Really.” My smile widened as I let Taylor drop from my hand, carefully positioned so that she landed directly on the control button.

“What?” she cried as she realized what had just happened. “No, please nonono ….” She hurriedly stepped off of the button and knelt down to work at it with her hands, as if she could pull it back up and somehow undo its activation. But of course it was no use, and I squatted down, leaning in close to watch the show. Her reduction was shockingly rapid, losing nearly a tenth of her height in the first second, and appearing to accelerate from there. I scooped her up in my palm, so that I could watch it happen in my hand.

“Why?? One inch?” Taylor looked up at me pleadingly from her now-kneeling position in my palm, spreading her arms in an abject appeal for sympathy. By this time, she was maybe four inches tall, and still losing nearly an inch every second. I watched, stunned by the rapidity of it, and felt a sudden spike of dread when she reached the size that I expected and continued to shrink, certain for a moment that I had somehow made a horrible mistake in my calculation. But then it finally ended, leaving a tiny, trembling little lost creature crouched at the center of my desolate palm.

She was smaller than I had expected. As I studied her, I could see that she actually was around an inch tall, and I second-guessed my decision, thinking that this would work better if she was two inches tall, or at least an inch and a half. But restoring some of her height now would ruin the impact. My mind struggled for suitable comparisons to put her size in perspective. Her head reminded me of a rice grain, although that seemed like a somewhat unflattering comparison, and her thighs were about the thickness of toothpicks, maybe? Although my estimate could have been off by half, or possibly even more. Even from just one foot away, I could no longer see the color in her eyes, a disquieting fact that seemed to dehumanize her in some way.

I reached carefully with my forefinger to touch Taylor, as if to reassure myself that she was still real, but drew up short when I saw that the first knuckle alone was much larger than her. She scooted backward nervously as it approached, and I withdrew the offending digit; I wanted her overwhelmed, but not terrified.

Taylor stood slowly, and from her body language I imagined her apprehension and annoyance warring for control over her expressions. She yelled something at me, her bearing forceful, but the sound was a mere barely-audible squeak, too high-pitched to be understandable. I made a quick mental calculation, determining that her voice would be … six octaves higher than normal? I double-checked, and got the same answer again. I wondered if I would be just as unintelligible to her as I shook my head, holding a hand to my ear. “I can’t hear you.” She tried again, more agitated this time, and added accompanying gestures; she pointed at me, then herself, then made a rising gesture with her hand, making her meaning clear.

I shrugged. “All right.” I was especially going to enjoy this part. I moved Taylor near the control display, angling my hand slightly so that she could see better, then began to turn her dial clockwise. I changed the numbers quickly this time, stopping at her normal 14%, and Taylor turned briefly toward me, displaying the tiny gleam of her smile as she bounced happily in place. Then I lowered my palm to the inclined wooden surface that housed the controls, and she sprang into action as soon as my hand stopped moving. She ran, a bit awkwardly on the uneven sloped terrain, then stopped to jump down from the edge of my hand. Then she stalked quickly up to the button, using one foot to stomp on it with a victorious flourish.

But the button didn’t move, and she only succeeded in stepping upward onto it. Taylor tried again, jumping a couple inches up into the air and kicking downward as she landed, but the button barely moved, certainly not enough to activate the device. She stomped and jumped several more times, each attempt a little more frantic than the last. Eventually, she gave up, turning to look at me with palms up in an aggrieved, despondent gesture.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” I was pretty sure that she couldn’t understand my words, but she got my meaning, and her anger surged forward, boiling over in a bold, uncouth gesture that I clearly recognized, even at her size. I surely deserved it, especially since I was enjoying this so much, but that only added to the entertainment.

“Now that’s not very nice,” I admonished, picking her up carefully with two fingers, and she squeaked angrily in response. This was the part where I’d usually punish her physically. Taylor tended to prefer spankings, but I liked to vary it a little more. In her current state, though, I was afraid to touch her with anything but the utmost care, and I returned her gently to my palm. Taylor apparently had more to say, raising an outraged hand at me as part of her tiny, impotent tirade, giving me a few more moments to consider how to discipline her. Of course, I already knew where this was leading, but I wanted to build up to that, and I hadn’t decided yet what the intermediate steps would be.

On a sudden whim, I blew a sharp, quick breath at Taylor, sending her tumbling backward, and I cackled at the astonishing, delicious unfairness of her predicament. She regained her footing, then scrambled forward quickly, looking over her shoulder nervously toward the edge of my hand – unnecessarily, since I had moved my other hand to form a backstop, just in case. With a grin, I blew once more, but she was ready this time, crouching low against the gust as her tiny, dark mass of hair streamed in a short trail behind her.

I reduced the speed of my breath, slowing it so that Taylor wasn’t in any danger of falling, but still enough that her hair was blown away from her body. Then, with my free hand, I carefully pinched the dark tangle between my thumb and forefinger, and lifted Taylor from my palm. On the day after New Year’s, we had discovered that when Taylor was at her hand-size, I could pick her up by her hair without hurting her, and it had instantly become my new favorite power move. I didn’t want to overuse it though, so I hadn’t done it since that day. But in this moment, it felt like the perfect thing to do with her.

Taylor swung slightly in the air as I lifted her, and her hands went reflexively to her head as she realized what was happening. Then she hit at my fingertip with one hand, sending herself swinging and twisting erratically as a result. I watched her self-inflicted plight with amusement for a moment, then took pity on her and steadied her carefully with a finger. I pinched my fingertips delicately on her legs, noticing that even with this bare touch, my skin contacted the entirety of her thighs. Assuming that she was looking at me – I couldn’t actually tell – I arched an eyebrow at Taylor before I slowly rolled my fingers around her, twisting her a full rotation before letting go. When I released her, she spun quickly in the opposite direction, arms akimbo as she squeaked some insignificant epithet at me, and I chuckled at her reaction. She rapidly reached the end of her motion and reversed direction, much more quickly than I had anticipated. I steadied her as hurriedly as I dared, since it would certainly put a damper on tonight’s fun if I made her sick, but she had already switched direction three more times before I was able to bring her back to a stop.

I held her as still as I could for a little while, to allow her stomach to settle if it had been upset by the twirling. Taylor began to lecture me unintelligibly, and the comical futility of it was only enhanced by her rapid, incomprehensible gesturing. My silently amused reaction only seemed to incense her further, and her gestures accelerated enough that she began to swing unpredictably in the air again. But if she really wanted this to stop, then all she had to do was … oh. I suddenly realized that even if she used our safe word, I wouldn’t be able to hear it. But Taylor was a smart girl; if she wanted this to end, she’d be able to communicate that somehow, right? All she needed to do was gesture her hand across her throat, or something similarly final. Even just panicked-looking waves would be enough. We could agree on hand signs afterward, but I didn’t want to grow her back right now to discuss it, since that would destroy the immersion of this scenario that I’d set up.

“Now what do I do with you?” I didn’t raise the tone of my voice, but I projected it much farther than I needed to. If she couldn’t understand my voice, then I’d settle for immersing her in it. Taylor curled forward a bit, holding a hand to her stomach, causing me to bite back what I’d been about to say. Seriously? That’s what made her feel sick? I ran my tongue around my mouth; I had become careful about my breath since Taylor entered my life, and I didn’t taste any signs of bad breath. It must have been the vibrations from my voice, then. I’d have to be a little more sparing with the way I used it.

I exhaled in a silent sigh, somewhat disappointed by this turn. Oh well, I supposed that was as good a reason as any to take this to the next step. I dropped my hands to my sides, artificially smoothing out the motion of my arm as I did, hoping to keep it tolerable for Taylor. I glanced down to make sure that she was okay, then began to walk slowly out of the bedroom. I grinned as I imagined that to Taylor it must feel like she was swinging a hundred feet through the air with every step. Then, after two more steps, I stopped, realizing that it would also feel like she was a hundred feet above the ground. And while Taylor liked being small, she still wasn’t especially fond of heights.

I suppressed my irritation that reality had, once again, intruded on fantasy, and brought Taylor slowly up in front of me, setting her down softly in my palm. I paused for a couple seconds to gauge how she was doing, but she only glanced at me briefly before turning to face forward and sit down cross-legged in my hand. I wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a snub, or if she simply wanted to see where we were going, but either way, I supposed that my reaction would be the same. I resumed walking, keeping an eye on Taylor as I did, but her only motion was from her dark chocolate hair blowing backward in the faint breeze created by my strides.

I walked into the kitchen, laying my hand down on the countertop in case Taylor wanted to jump down while I opened the cupboard to fetch a glass. When the cupboard door closed, she looked upward at the noise, then, seeing the glass in my hand, she broke into a run. I chuckled as she jumped down from my hand, then I quickly filled the glass to about one-third full from the filtered pitcher of water that I kept on the counter. Taylor was still running when I set the pitcher back down, heading toward the jars of sugar and flour. I wasn’t sure what she thought she’d accomplish there, but maybe she was just heading toward the nearest cover. Or maybe she just wanted to make a show of running; she couldn’t possibly expect to get very far.

I brought my hand down to the countertop vertically in front of her, forming a wall at least three times her height. She skidded to a halt, apparently struggling with the way traction worked at that size. I took the opportunity to drink half of the water in my glass, and when I looked back down, Taylor had scampered nearly to my fingertips in her effort to bypass the barrier I’d placed in her way. I moved my hand quickly, giving her at least thirty more feet of wall to circumvent, and drained the remainder of my glass, swishing the liquid around in my mouth before I swallowed it. Then I curled my fingers, using them to slide Taylor slowly backward as I moved my hand toward me. She turned around in time to see the mouth of my glass yawning in front of her, and raised her hands before her as I carefully scooped her over the rim and inside. I tilted the glass slightly, just enough to send her sliding downhill, watching closely as her hands scrabbled at the smooth surface during her inexorable descent. When she reached the bottom, she slid slightly past the curved inner corner of the glass, and I turned it completely upright, letting it rest on the counter. Taylor ran to the wall between us, yelling something inaudible as she pounded a tiny fist silently on the transparent perimeter of her new prison.

I crouched down to see her at eye level, and gave her a small wave as I smiled. She yelled something else, then banged on the glass with both hands before pointing upward. I jutted my bottom lip out a bit, tapping with a finger a couple times as if in thought, then looked at Taylor from the corner of my eye and gave my head a small negative shake. Taylor slapped a palm on the glass, continuing her diatribe, and I bent in closer for a better look at her barely-perceptible tantrum. I flicked a finger gently against the glass, using a fingernail to tink on it lightly. Taylor looked down as I did so, tiptoeing on her feet as if the floor was suddenly uncomfortable. My smile widened. Could she really feel when I did that? I knew how I’d imagined this going, and the reality had been a bit disappointing in some ways, but these delightful little surprises more than compensated for that.

She had probably yelled at me enough by now, though. It was time to give her something else to worry about. I had planned to drink some more water, but that suddenly seemed too boring. The only other type of drink that I consumed with any regularity was beer, but I didn’t want the aftertaste, and the carbonation probably made it an even worse idea. I rarely drank wine, but I was pretty sure that I still had a bottle or two of Chardonnay lying around. I reached up to a cupboard on the left – was it that one, or the next one down? I opened the door and grinned as I saw a pair of large green bottles, then pulled one out, bringing it down and tilting it slightly back and forth as I showed it to Taylor. She flinched visibly, then stepped backward as she spread her hands, shaking her head as she clearly mouthed the word “no.” My smile widened as I nodded my head affirmatively to contradict her. Oh yes, now she knew exactly what was about to happen.

I made a small show of opening the bottle, taking my time with the corkscrew and deliberately not looking at Taylor. In my peripheral vision, I could see her gesturing frantically, but I pointedly ignored it all. Finally, I pulled the cork free with a pop, then set it aside on the counter and turning my attention back to Taylor. She was on her knees now, hands together in supplication, as if in fervent prayer. But I wouldn’t be appeased so easily.

“Pray to whatever tiny gods you believe in,” I told her softly. “They won’t save you from me.” I peered at her intently for a few seconds, fixing this moment in my memory. Then I tapped the glass’s rim with the neck of the wine bottle, making a small clink and sending Taylor to her feet, dancing away from the vibrations in the floor. I smiled condescendingly. “Cheers.”

I tilted the bottle slowly, until a small dribble of wine poured from its mouth. Taylor turned around, pressing her back against the clear wall, and the first of the wine splashed on the glass bottom, spraying her with liquid. Although the pour was barely a trickle, within a second or so the wine level had already risen to Taylor’s knees, and she turned back toward me, pounding silently on the wall with one palm. Her mouth repeatedly widened to display the tiny whiteness of her teeth, leading me to think that she was begging “please.” When it rose to her hips, she backed away, looking anxiously down at the rising liquid and holding her arms to her chest like she felt cold. Then it was above her waist, and she held her arms horizontally with her elbows out, as if she might be able to keep her arms out of the tide. But that, too, was ineffective, and within another moment the liquid had risen to her neck, then above her head, forcing her to swim in the small amount of drink.

I paused the pour, carefully watching Taylor as I made sure that she could keep herself afloat. As I watched her tiny legs kick gracefully under the surface, I noted that her slender beauty was still intact, just harder to see now. Satisfied that she was in no danger, I poured more into my glass, rapidly doubling the amount of wine, then set the bottle aside. I lifted the glass, holding it level with my chest so that I could look easily down into it. Taylor looked up and, upon seeing my smirk, began to swim away from me.

I raised the glass to my lips and took a small sip of wine. As I tilted it, the current carried Taylor counterintuitively away from my mouth, aiding her in her minuscular efforts to create distance between us. Then I quickly turned the glass back upright, causing the liquid to slosh around, and I watched with amusement as Taylor struggled with the suddenly choppy surface, spitting out tiny droplets of wine after a little wave rushed over her head. The abruptly tempestuous waters gave me a new idea, and I began to move my glass smoothly in a circular motion, causing the liquid to swirl, creating a miniature vortex that carried Taylor around in a counterclockwise motion. It wasn’t as smooth as I had hoped, pushing her erratically inward toward the whirlpool’s center and then back out again as she was dragged around in a circuit. Although I couldn’t be entirely sure, I thought that I heard a squeak of protest from my glass, and after a few seconds of entertainment, I let the frothing liquid calm again.

As the roiling dissipated, I took a moment to remind myself of just how crazy this was – I had literally trapped my girlfriend in a glass of wine. Sometimes, in the moment, it was easy to forget just how unreal these situations actually were.

I lifted the rim back to my lips, tilting the glass as I took a long swallow of wine. I raised the glass back up to my eye level as I righted it, watching as the current swept Taylor around until it calmed. She was able to stand now, with the liquid surface reaching to just below her shoulders. She half-walked and half-swam to the glass surface between us, then pressed her hands against the barrier as she made some pleading entreaty. I smiled wolfishly at her, and simply jostled the glass forward and back slightly, feeling my smile grow as Taylor was swept off her feet and carried powerlessly around the periphery of the tiny circular pool.

I let the liquid calm one last time, then drained the remainder of my glass, watching my helpless shrunken girlfriend slide steadily down the wine-slicked surface until I caught her between my lips. I held her in place, testing the feel of one half of Taylor with the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t quite sure which way she was oriented until I felt her tiny hands pushing against the outside of my lips. I smiled in amusement at her wasted effort, and let her fret there for a few seconds, on the cusp of the abyss. Then, satisfied that she been teased long enough, I abruptly sucked her into the humid darkness of my mouth.

I had meant to have several chapters in between what I’d previously posted and this chapter. But I think that this one still works without needing to know what happened previously.

Jan 5, 2021 (Day 49)

“You used my real name?!” Taylor’s voice was loud enough to startle me from where she stood at the doorway into the garage.

I turned from my computer screen at her exclamation, surprised to hear from her just a few minutes after I’d started working. If she was upset about my using her name, then she must have seen the story about us that I had posted yesterday. She held her phone next to her, its bottom edge resting on the floor as she held it upright, its upper edge level with her chest. How had she brought it down from her table? She wouldn’t have just dropped it on the floor, would she? I wondered for a moment how she planned to get it back up.

“I … thought you knew that I would. I told you that the only thing I changed was the nature of the research. Everything else in the story is real.” I hadn’t let Taylor read it before anyone else, but I had asked for her okay before posting the story pseudonomously. Apparently, though, I hadn’t been explicit enough about what details I had included. I stood and walked over to her, bending down to pick her up. When my hand approached, she backhanded my finger quickly with a tiny hand.

“I just want you to be at eye level for this conversation, is all.” I lifted her into the air, not waiting for a response, and carried her along with her phone to the workbench, then sat back down. Her withering glare still hadn’t faded at all, and I forced myself to keep a straight face. It could be hard for me to take her seriously when she looked so damn endearing all the time.

I exhaled, and looked at her soberly. “I’m sorry, Taylor. I wouldn’t have used your name if I knew it would bother you. You know I wouldn’t.”

She softened a little at that. “I know. I just wish you’d mentioned it before, so that I had a chance to say something about it. But now, all those people, they’re reading about me. About my fantasies, about my … body parts.”

I shook my head a little in confusion. “But … you knew it was explicit. I know I mentioned that, several times.”

“I know,” she said, her voice rising a bit into a more complaining tone. “But I thought it would be about Madison, or Stephanie, some other character. I didn’t know it would be about Taylor. And if I ever met any of them, they might know you were describing me ….”

“Well … I guess I could change it, if you feel that strongly. I can still edit the posts.”

Taylor thought for a bit, then shook her head uncertainly. “I’m not sure. Then people might ask why you changed it. It might make my name stick in their minds even more.”

I leaned my head on my fist, propping my elbow on the workbench. “Is it really that bad? Everyone who reads it would think that Taylor is just a fictional character. Besides, are you seriously telling me that you don’t want to read a story that’s entirely about pleasuring tiny little Taylor?”

She chuckled quietly. “Well, when you say it that way, it doesn’t sound so bad.” Then her smile faded as she sighed. “I don’t know. Let me think about it some more.”

I waited for a couple seconds, to see if she had more to say. When she didn’t volunteer anything, I gestured to the phone at her side. “So … you brought your phone all this way?”

Taylor looked at her phone as if she was surprised to find it there. “Oh, right.” She cleared her throat. “I noticed some inaccuracies that I think you should fix.”

I felt a partial smile creep onto my face. “Oh really?”

“Yeah.” She lay the phone down face-up and turned the screen on, then knelt next to it and pointed to a paragraph. “Like here: when you pulled me – when you dragged me, so heartlessly, out of the dollhouse room, and I held onto the doorframe. You wrote that it was comical.”

I was openly grinning at her criticism, now. “But it wasn’t.” She wasn’t looking at me though, already searching for her next objection.

“Not even.” She shook her head to emphasize the point. “And then, further down, you wrote that when I bit you – in self-defense, by the way – that I wasn’t strong enough to break the skin. But that’s not why – I just didn’t bite very hard.”

“Such admirable restraint.” I nodded my head in faux agreement.

“And then --” she stopped when she heard my response, and looked up with a little glare. “You’re not taking me seriously.”

“It’s not that,” I told her. “Well, okay, it’s a little bit of that. But … we have different perspectives, is all. What you read is the way that I see things, and it’ll be a bit different than the way you see it.”

“Yeah?” Her voice rose a little. “Then maybe I’ll write my perspective, about a giant man who constantly torments his poor, innocent shrunken girlfriend.”

“Really?” I asked earnestly. “If you do write your version, can I read it?” I’d certainly be interested in gaining a deeper understanding of Taylor’s minified experience.

“I ….” This was apparently an entirely different response than Taylor had expected, and the air seemed to go out of her. She seemed atypically out-of-sorts, and I wondered if there was something else on her mind.

“Were there more … inaccuracies to talk about?” I gestured toward the screen.

She looked at me, then back at her phone, and grumbled something about making a list. Then she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as her body language shifted. When she spoke, her tone was almost hesitant. “Can I ask you something? I mean, if I ask, will you be completely honest?”

I was surprised by the sudden shift. “Of course. Is this still about the story?”

She nodded, looking down at the workbench surface between us and shifting her weight. “You wrote that my smile … turned your day sunny.” She looked up, her eyes suddenly bright, and perhaps a little wet. “Did you really mean that? Or did you just think it sounds good?”

My insides melted as I regarded Taylor, standing alone and hopeful at the minuscule center of my universe. She didn’t resist when I reached for her, then cupped her to my chest in an embrace. “Of course I meant it, Taylor. It was absolutely true.”

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I was in the zone. It had been a productive morning so far, and I was enjoying the feeling of productivity, as well as relief that this task was finally going to be done. I had been avoiding it for weeks now, even though I knew that it needed attention, like an openly festering wound in the system. This logic was some of the most complicated in the entire codebase, and it was also some of the most fragile: a frightening combination that left me reluctant to ever touch it. But I’d been learning some principles of effectively refactoring code over the past several days, and I’d built a substantial suite of automated tests around this logic, making myself confident that I’d be able to preserve the functionality when I made changes.

My flow was rudely disrupted when my phone rang. I grunted in annoyance; I should have silenced it earlier. I looked at the display to see who was calling, then I paused for a moment. It wasn’t a number that I had in my phone, but the last four digits – 7549 – tickled at my memory for some reason. I thought for a moment, then realized that they simply seemed familiar because they were one digit away from my childhood street address. I swiped on the touchscreen to ignore the call; numbers that I didn’t recognize were almost always robocalls of some sort, and I was tired of listening to them, especially when they were interrupting a productive day. If it was important, they’d leave a voicemail.

Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right, I had been rewriting the bond energy estimation logic. Now, I had been thinking that I could probably make this part easier to maintain if I consolidated those three functions into one, and added new parameters to –

The phone rang again, and I glared at it in irritation. “Seriously?” I asked nobody in particular. I picked up my phone to look at the number, seeing that it was another number I didn’t recognize. “Jerks,” I muttered, reaching to ignore the call again.

My hand froze in place when I saw the number again. It ended in 7549, just like the previous call. I’d never known a robocaller or solicitor to call right back after I ignored the first call. Was it somebody that I knew, calling from someone else’s phone? But communications with people that I knew were almost entirely over text messages now; my parents might be the only major exception to that, with our terse, uncomfortable conversations on holidays and birthdays. But, if my mom had some sort of emergency, she’d be likely to call instead of text. And if I didn’t answer the first time, she’d probably immediately try again.

Suddenly worried about what might have happened, I answered the call. “Hello?” The other side held only silence. “Hello?” I asked again.

After a short pause, a harsh female voice sounded in my ear. “Did you really think you’d get away with it?”

“What? Who is this?” I didn’t recognize the voice, and her cryptic introduction didn’t help. It must have been a wrong number, because I couldn’t think of anything I’d done that would warrant a call like this.

She gave a sharp, overly-bitter laugh. “Six months away, and you forgot about us already, Jacob?” So it wasn’t a wrong number, I was talking to someone from my former job. I searched my memory for voices of people I knew that might match the phone-distorted voice of this mysterious caller.

“… Mia?” I’d never heard Mia’s voice on the phone before, and she’d never used a tone of voice like this in my presence, but now that I’d connected the two, I was certain of it. But I had Mia’s cell number; we’d exchanged texts maybe a dozen times over the ten months or so that we’d worked alongside each other, for various work- and lunch-related reasons. Why was she calling from a different number?

“You were smart about it,” she said, sounding as if she thought that I was actually an idiot. “Having Doug and Alyssa and Jason, and me” – she practically spat the word – “send you different pieces of data, so that IT wouldn’t have records of you collecting it all before you slithered away.” She paused, as if expecting a response.

“I … don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced the lie through my lips with difficulty, and I tried to ignore the ice coursing through my veins. She was right, of course – that was exactly what I’d done. I had thought that I was careful when I collected the data, but something must have tipped her off.

I heard Mia’s scoff on the other end of the line. “Yeah, neither does anyone else. They all just can’t believe that you would do something like that. Even Corporate won’t do anything, because IT couldn’t find any record that you transferred the data out. But I’m calling to tell you, you fucking scumbag, that you won’t get away with it. I’m going to make sure you don’t.”

Mia’s tone became increasingly menacing as she spoke, and I felt a new dread at her latest words. Mia was literally the last person that I would want to have after me. She was smart, she was methodical, and she was the most inexhaustibly tenacious person that I’d ever met. To my knowledge, Mia had never failed to track down an issue that she’d been assigned to investigate. After a while, she had become saddled with that role, investigating problems or unexpected results after the originally-assigned person had given up in frustration. But Mia would always figure it out. Every single time. I’d made it a point to give her a glowing evaluation during her last performance review, both because she’d deserved it, and because I felt like her exemplary work had been punished with a lot of tedious tasks that nobody else wanted to do.

But Mia had never complained about it. For all I knew, she might even enjoy that work, though I doubted it; nobody else liked it. In the time that we’d worked together, she’d been unceasingly polite, if distant. She had never raised her voice that I could hear, which was the main reason that I hadn’t immediately recognized her on the phone.

I had no idea what she planned to do, but I was absolutely certain that I wouldn’t want to find out. I ran through a few possible scenarios in my mind, and couldn’t think of one that ended well. Even the less-bad ones, like Mia simply finding out what I was doing, would most likely end in disaster. I was far from ready for this technology to become widely known, and I had essentially no safeguards against its misuse. Somehow, I had to convince her to stop.

“Look, Mia, I assure you that I --”

“You assure me?” she hissed, and I cringed, not bothering to suppress it since there was nobody to see. She was right; I never talked like that. I might as well have shouted my guilt. “Let me assure you: I didn’t put a year and a half of my life into this project just to watch you steal all our work and sell it to China.”

“China?” I didn’t need to feign my surprise. Although, it did make sense, from Mia’s point of view. If I was racing them toward a cancer cure, there was little hope that I could win against a dedicated team of researchers, unless I had some trump card that they were missing. Even if I did have something like that, the company’s patents would prevent it from ever going to market. On the other hand, the Chinese government was busily using whatever means it could to gain new technologies that could give Chinese companies an edge in the global marketplace, and they couldn’t care less about American patent law. If I was looking to profit from my … procurement … of the work that our team had done, selling it to China would be the obvious choice. Perhaps even the only rational choice.

I grimaced; it was hard to imagine this conversation going more poorly than it had, and I needed to do something to steer it back on track. I’d already effectively confirmed that I had taken our team’s work, and if I wanted to convince Mia of anything, I probably needed to start by confessing. But I didn’t want to explicitly say it, in case she was recording this conversation, so I chose my words carefully.

“Look, Mia. I am working on something, something that’s … inspired by our work together. But I promise you, I’m not looking to sell our team’s work. Not to anyone. And I’m not working on a cancer cure, or a cure for anything, actually. It’s a totally unrelated application. Nobody was interested in talking about anything besides cancer, but I … I feel like I have to pursue it, I can’t leave it unexplored. That’s why I left.” It was all true, and that was about as much detail as I was willing to discuss over the phone. I could hear the passion rising in my voice as I talked about pursuing my work, and I prayed that it would be enough to convince Mia.

There was a substantial pause, as if she was considering what I’d just said. “It doesn’t matter.” She sounded resigned now, instead of angry. Was that progress, at least? “Whatever you’re doing, our work doesn’t belong to you. And however you try to profit from it, I won’t let you.”

Then the line went dead.

I spent most of the rest of the day replaying the conversation in my head, wondering exactly what it would mean for the future. If I knew Mia, this wasn’t the end of it. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, in particular with the fact that she hadn’t called me from her own phone number. The most likely reason that I could think for her to call from another number was so that there wouldn’t be phone records of her calling me if there were ever a police investigation.

I feel a little bit guilty, because I’ve hardly written any more of this story over the past two months. I’ve just been occupied with other things, and to be honest, I’m not sure when I’ll really get back to writing this story.

But I do have some partially-written chapters, so I’ve decided to post the parts that are in a reasonably finished state. I figure that I might as well, since right now they’re just sitting on my hard drive, not doing any good. Just be aware that this story may not be finished in the foreseeable future.

Nov 19, 2020 (Day 2)

How on earth was it only two o’clock? I felt like six hours had passed since I last looked at the clock, and the lying thing told me that it had only been forty minutes. I sighed inwardly; this day was simply ridiculous. I was just about ready to give up for the day, and stop throwing good time after bad.

The only thing I had accomplished today was the first thing this morning, when I had set up a safeguard so that Taylor couldn’t set her size to over 100%, even accidentally. I’d done only two experiments where I had tried to grow animals larger than their normal size, and both times had left the kind of mess that I never wanted to clean up again. With Taylor involved, I didn’t feel like it was safe enough to rely on us never setting the dial too high, so I had set a hard limit inside the device itself. But after that initial productive half-hour or so, I’d been entirely useless.

I should have been working on getting the device to recognize markers on non-cellular objects. Failing that, I should have been working on a digital control system to replace that haphazard control panel, or rewriting the molecular tracing logic so that it didn’t break every time I breathed too hard, or setting up an automated system for running the test animals through their shrink and regrowth cycles, so that I didn’t have to spend an hour each day doing it manually. There were entirely too many things to do, and somehow I hadn’t made progress on a single one.

Instead, I’d been preoccupied with thoughts of Taylor. Occasionally, I would feel like I was finally about to get into the groove of working on one of my uncountable tasks, but then the inconsiderate little trollop would come barging back into my head, scattering my thoughts in her wake.

I had spent a good portion of the day debating with myself about whether I was acting morally in this situation, having sexual relations with a woman who was acting as my test subject. Taylor had said that she didn’t feel like I was taking advantage of her, but I still didn’t feel entirely right about it. If I had been planning to publish a paper, then sleeping with her would have been a clear ethical breach. The current situation wasn’t really covered by professional ethics, but I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea – the dynamics in this entire situation were hugely asymmetric. If some girl had proven that she could make my wildest dream come true, I’d probably convince myself that she was the greatest person to ever live, regardless of how I might have felt about her otherwise. How could I expect Taylor to be objective about the situation?

On the other hand, sex was an integral part of Taylor’s doll fantasy. She would feel disappointed, maybe even rejected, if I decided to stop at this point. She hadn’t seemed to understand my reservations when I had voiced them yesterday, and I doubted that citing ethical standards would soothe her at all. Maybe I was overthinking the whole thing, and I should just believe Taylor when she said that she wanted it. She was a capable adult, after all, and could make her own decisions. And I had the uneasy feeling that it was somewhat sexist and paternalistic to make that decision unilaterally myself, as if she needed someone to save her from her own choices.

In the end, I tentatively decided to continue as we had been, but to try to avoid any deeper emotional attachments – on either side – until I could make a better decision. It felt like a bit of a copout, but I wasn’t sure if there was a better path at this point.

I heard a small noise behind me, and turned to see Taylor on the step, rising from a crouch after having just jumped down from the doorway to the living room. I had left the door propped open, just in case she needed anything while I was working in the garage. She gave a start when she saw that I’d noticed her, and looked at the floor, showing her small, denuded body as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“Sorry. I know you’re working, but … I need your help. Please.” She seemed uncharacteristically reserved.

“I thought you didn’t want help. That you wanted to have to do everything for yourself.” I gave her a little ribbing, since we’d just had this discussion earlier this morning. She had been very clear about her desire to be self-reliant, with the single exception of using the bathroom. So it was surprising – and in no small part amusing – to see her asking for help on the very first day at her new size.

Taylor hesitated, and I took a small satisfaction in her discomfort. “I know, but … there’s a spider.”

I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from chuckling. Okay, that was a pretty good reason to ask for help. I had to admit, I’d never considered what a spider would look like from Taylor’s new perspective. It was undoubtedly terrifying to her, but she seemed to be handling it pretty well. I wondered if she had screamed when she first saw it – if so, the outburst had been too faint for me to hear. That was a bit concerning, although I supposed that she could call me from her phone in a true emergency.

I took a moment to stifle my amusement, and tried to keep it from tinging my voice when I responded. “Where is it?”

“In my house. It’s friggin’ huge!” She wrapped her little arms around herself.

“Okay, let’s get rid of it.” I pulled a paper towel from a nearby roll, then walked toward Taylor, intending to pick her up for the trip back to the bedroom. But as I approached, I could see that her pearly skin was marred by ugly purple splotches.

“Taylor! You’re all bruised! Is that from yesterday?” Suddenly concerned for her welfare, I knelt for a better look.

She looked down at herself. “I guess so. They don’t hurt unless I press on them.” She touched one of her thighs, where the largest bruises were, although I saw a couple on her upper arms, as well. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach – I had tried to be pretty soft with her, but clearly I hadn’t been careful enough.

“I’m sorry,” I said miserably, feeling like the words were inadequate. “I didn’t think I was hurting you. I’ll make sure to be more gentle in the future.”

“No! I mean – Well, you did exactly what I wanted. I don’t want you to start treating me like I’m fragile. I didn’t even notice until this morning, and they don’t hurt.”

I mulled over her words for a couple seconds. “But … what if you are fragile now?”

“I’m not,” she said with conviction, and I suspected that she was trying to convince herself as much as me.

“Hmm. All right.” I still planned to be more careful with her, though. I was pretty sure that she saw through my noncommittal acquiescence, but she didn’t press the point. Last night, Taylor had seemed tougher than I’d expected, but seeing her current condition made me rethink my previous appraisal.

“Let’s get that spider.” Remembering the reason that she came in the first place, I scooped up Taylor as I walked toward the other side of the house. “I think I’ll move the controls next to your dollhouse, at least until I build a better system. That way, you don’t need me to unshrink you when you need to use the bathroom or something.”

“Okay.” Taylor’s reaction was muted, and I wondered whether she was just distracted, or was actually as unenthusiastic as she seemed about having control over her own size. She couldn’t really prefer having zero control over it, could she?

We entered the bedroom, and I set Taylor down on the table that supported her house, near her smartphone. Earlier, I had dug out an old pair of computer speakers for her to use, and set up her phone using some books as a makeshift stand. The next time I went out shopping, I’d obtain a proper stand, along with some other amenities for her. A knotted shoestring hung from the table, taped there so that Taylor could climb up and down when she needed to. I had offered to build her a ladder, but she had declined it; I had the impression that she liked the improvised nature of the shoestring. I didn’t argue with her – at her size, climbing wasn’t a lot of effort, and I certainly enjoyed watching her climb it.

Taylor pointed at the plastic house. “It was inside, under the roof.”

I slowly opened the roof, holding the paper towel at the ready in case the spider came scurrying out. Seeing nothing, I opened it fully and peered inside. Then I glanced at Taylor and shrugged. “I don’t see anything.”

“Well … it’s around here somewhere! I don’t want it coming back when I’m alone!” She looked around anxiously.

“Help me look for it,” I said, walking around the dollhouse to see if it was on the outside somewhere.

“No way! That thing’s as big as my head! I’ll just stay here, where it can’t sneak up.”

I ducked down, looking on the underside of the table. “Oh, there it is.” I quickly used my paper towel to grab the spider from the rail that it had been resting on, then turned my hand to double-check that I’d caught it. Taylor had only exaggerated a little; it was actually a decent-sized spider. I showed it to her, legs still wriggling as it tried to escape.

“Ew! Get away!” she shrieked, raising her hands protectively as she jumped backward, and I chuckled at her reaction. Not that I could really blame her, but it seemed so overtly girlish in a way that Taylor didn’t normally behave.

I looked at the spider for a moment before squishing the paper around it, dropping the remains into the room’s small trash bin. “A wolf spider. Looks like she laid eggs recently.”

“What?” I hadn’t thought that the color could drain from Taylor’s pale skin, but she turned an ashen gray as she crouched down and hugged herself.

“I’m just kidding, I wouldn’t be able to tell if it had laid eggs or not.” I half-suppressed a smile.

Taylor pointed at me with a sharp finger. “Not funny! Just the thought ….” I could practically see the chill travel along her spine as she shuddered.

I gave her a one-shouldered shrug and a self-impressed smile. “It was a little funny. You’re welcome, by the way.”

With a clear effort, Taylor halted whatever she’d been about to say, and took a breath, visibly shifting gears. When she spoke, her voice was small and contrite. “Thank you. I – Sorry I interrupted your work.”

I sighed quietly as I thought about how little I’d accomplished today. “That’s okay. I wasn’t getting anything done anyway. I think I’ll just call it a day.”

“Really?” Taylor brightened at the news. “So we can play?” I nodded, and she continued, the playfulness leaving her voice. “But … there’s a couple things I want to talk about first.”

“Things? Like what?” I knelt down, so that our eyes were on the same level. If Taylor wanted to have a serious talk about something, then I didn’t want her to feel intimidated by my towering over her.

“Well, the big thing is … I mean, I was wondering … how long can I stay?” She angled her head slightly downward and to the side, so that she seemed to be looking up when she met my eyes. I could swear that she was trying to make herself look even more endearing.

I actually hadn’t thought much about that question; I’d just assumed that Taylor would go home after a few days. She had said that she was calling in sick to her job while she was away. How much sick time had she accrued? Not that I was in any hurry for her to leave – it felt like we’d just gotten started.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. But what about work? Can you just work remotely from here?”

Taylor paused. “Actually … I’m not sure I want to go back. Remember how I said that most of us are pissed at the company right now?” I nodded; she’d mentioned it on the long drive from Minnesota, but she hadn’t gone into detail. “Well, they laid off a bunch of people, and cut the hours for some more, saying that during the pandemic we all had to ‘share the pain.’ Then the next day, someone sent everyone a copy of their financial data. Turns out, they’re actually making record profits, and it was just an excuse.”

“Jesus. Bunch of pricks.” Although it wasn’t entirely surprising, even from my limited experience in the corporate world.

“Yeah. So a few of us quit, and most of the rest are looking for somewhere else to go. I wouldn’t feel too bad about just never going back.”

“I can’t blame you. That’s messed up. I guess it shows how much they value their employees.”

“Yeah. Assholes,” she grumbled.

“Your apartment will be okay? What about … Julian?” Taylor’s bipolar tabby cat.

“Julius,” she corrected. “Like, Caesar. He can stay with my mom – she’s already watching him anyway.”

I shrugged, suppressing a smile. “All right, sounds like you’ve got it all figured out. Rent is $2300 a month, minimum six-month lease.”

Taylor scoffed, again proving that she had no sense of humor. “Oh yeah, real funny.”

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!

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