Ben had told his therapist Shira all about his life, but not about one of his fantasies. The one that he had never really divulged to anyone outside of a few girlfriends over the years. Shira wanted to uncover some of the reasons why he was single yet again.
“Tell me Ben” she smiled at him over her notebook, “What are some of the things that turn you on?”
“Well there is this one thing... it's been something I’ve liked for a long time.”
Shira looked interested. “Do tell.”
“Well... I’ve always had this fantasy about having the ability to make women...”
Shira prodded him. “Make women…?”
“Make them shrink.”
Shira gave a wry little smile, “Well let’s unpack that. What do you mean exactly?”
Ben opened up and let it spill. “All my life, it’s something that’s turned me on. Imagining my baby-sitters shrinking as they tried to get me into bed, and being my size or even smaller. Teachers in high school, keeping me after class for detention suddenly losing all their clothes as they slowly shrink in front of me. What if an adult Alice from Wonderland met Tinkerbell? What if I could shrink Ariel from 'The Little Mermaid' down and keep her as a barbie doll sized mermaid in a fish tank?”
Shira looked amused as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
“In college, the one professor who was just a hard ass... I wanted her half her normal 6 foot tall height, bent over my knee with a collar around her neck and a leash in my hand so that I could spank her little ass red with the paper she gave me a C- on. Cute women on the train shrinking out of their pants and dresses. An entire WNBA team slowly shrinking on the court during a game until they are all a foot tall... fuck it, why not both teams!? Or maybe you want to hear about the MILF at the end of the block who, even though she was only 4’10 to begin with, I imagined her becoming a foot and a half tall so that I could play with her little nude body. I met a woman a few weeks ago who was 6’8 and absolutely gorgeous, but I wanted her to be 16 inches tall and dressed as Catwoman!”
Ben met eyes with Shira. “Hell, thinking about you...”
Shira cut him off. “Looks like we are out of time. We can pick this up next week.” She walked him to the door and, as it closed, he could hear her giggling to herself.
In the following week, Ben was incredibly motivated to find out all he could about the new fringe science of miniaturization. As it turns out, he was able to come up with a new concoction with just a couple normal household chemicals! He tried it on a coworker and made her shrink a few inches. She would return to normal in a few days, but it worked.
Ben showed up at his next appointment early. While Shira excused herself to use the bathroom before they started, he sprayed a little of the shrinking serum onto her chair so that it would soak through her clothes and into her skin once she sat down. The trick was that she would lose an inch every time she heard the word 'shrink' or 'shrinking.' When she came back in and sat down, they began.
Shira smiled at him, “Shall we pick up where we left off?”
Ben jumped at the opportunity. “Absolutely! I was just starting to talk about how I’ve even imagined you shrinking.” He paused and watched her closely. It was almost indistinguishable, but he saw it: the slight drop in height. The missing inch.
Shira bit her lip to hold back a giggle. “Oh? You thought about seeing me shrink?”
“Yeah, I’ve imagined watching you shrink out of you clothes, and then just keep watching you shrink and shrink and shrink.”
It was at this point he could really see it happening. As she slowly dropped in her chair, her shapely legs got thinner, her skin tight blouse and skirt began to loosen, and her chest sunk in. All of her still in perfect proportion... just smaller.
She was beginning to notice the change.
Ben took the opportunity to push it even further before she caught on. He pulled out his phone and began recording her. “Why wouldn't I? You're a shrink! Shrinking is almost your job title... and I want to see you live up to that title Shira. I want you to shrink for me right now. Shrink for me, my little shrink. Shrink smaller.”
At that moment, Shira’s shoes fell off as her feet lifted off the ground. Her smaller feet simply wouldn’t fill the pumps anymore anyways. She scooted her smaller butt to the front of the chair and dropped a few inches to the floor. A full foot shorter than she was no more than 5 minutes prior.
“Ben, are you actually shrinking me? I don’t want to shrink! How are you making me shrink?”
Ben leaned forward, smiling. “Shrink shrink little doll. Shrink, shrink, shrink, shrink.”
After the last time he said 'shrink,' her skirt dropped to the ground and the tiny mental health professional stepped forward. She stood there, slowly dwindling in front of him, more and more of her becoming visible. Ben had gotten quite hard watching this. Shira stood there, mouth agape, looking up at him.
She stopped shrinking. There was a moment of hesitation before she squeaked out a single word.
“Shrink?”
She suddenly dropped another inch in the world. She had figured it out. She looked at Ben. “Don’t say it.”
“Don’t say what? Shrink? Is that the word you want me to avoid? Why would I do that? I want you to keep shrinking, my little shrinking Shira. It's what I’ve been thinking about most of all this past week.”
She made a step towards the door.
“Every step you take, I’ll say it.”
Shira tested him and took three small steps forwards.
“Shrinking Shira, shrinking Shira, shrinking Shira.”
She stopped moving and stood there as the world grew around her. One of her breasts came out of the low v-neck of her blouse, followed closely by the other one. Her bra, no longer doing any work, hung limply under her shirt. Shira’s C-cups were now greatly diminished but still perfect, her brown nipples erect from the cold... or was it from her own arousal?
Realizing her breasts were exposed, she used both hands to pull the blouse back up. However, she only managed to cover one of her breasts and was now exposing her dark bush to Ben. He smiled when he saw it.
“What are you going to do with that video?”
Ben felt a tinge of guilt. “I was going to share it with some people on the internet... but I don’t have to.”
Shira bit her lip. The thought of strangers watching her shrink out of her clothes was actually turning her on a lot. She began to consider that, at this size, Ben’s cock would be around her neck height.
“Shrink little Shira, shrink.”
Shira gave out an involuntary gasp of excitement as the world got bigger around her before she could even think about what she had just said. “Shrink me! Shrink me! Shrink this bad little shrink!”
With each instance of her speaking the word, she dropped another inch and her voice got slightly higher. Ben watched with increased interest as she continued to shrink herself.
“Are you going to dominate me master?”
Ben smiled but said nothing.
“It seems you've stumbled onto my own little, teensy, small fantasy.” Shira said as she clutched the blouse to herself, her breast and bush still exposed. Ben pulled a leash and collar out of his pocket and stood up. Shira licked her lips.
“Only shrink me when I’ve been bad, master.” Her eyes sparkled as she dropped another inch.
“Only I get to say the word. For that, you’ll need to be punished. Shrink, my little slave.”
Shira giggled as she dropped the blouse and stood in front of him completely nude, willing, and ready. “I’m your fuck toy.”
Tags: shrinking, shrunken woman, human pet, revenge, loose clothing, pleasure, science
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Story by Make_them_small |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-QWZ |
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