'The Volunteer'

The building looked like any other in the downtown business district, a modern skyscraper. I checked the address I had written down, it was correct. It had been a year since the government first announced the invention of shrinking technology. I was on my way to be a volunteer in a study of the effects of human shrinking.

Although I had a giantess fetish (actually it was mostly being shrunk that I fantasized about) and was heavily involved with the on-line GTS community, my reasons for volunteering were primarily financial. The $2,000 I would get for being shrunk for three days would go a long ways towards covering my college tuition. I knew the researchers would probably be men, and if there were any woman, chances are they wouldn’t be model material. Still I held on to a small hope that some blonde goddess would end up holding me in the palm of her hand. I knew the chances were slim, but still…

Five armed guards met me at the entrance. I had to pass through a metal detector before two other guards were called to escort me to the research area. They were taking no chances with the sensitive new technology the building housed. I was taken in an elevator to the 19th floor, and led through an iron door, which only opened after one of the guards contacted someone on his walkie talkie. Past the door we walked through a hallway, and in the rooms off to the sides I could see people in lab coats operating machinery, writing on notepads or talking to each other.

As we turned a corner, we came face to face with a woman who appeared to be waiting for me. A stunningly beautiful woman. The light-skinned Hispanic in her lab coat resembled Jennifer Lopez, with her perfect facial features and big, sexy Latin curves. “Here he is, doctor Suarez” one of my escorts said to her. She smiled at me and said “I’m doctor Jessica Suarez. You must be James”. Her voice was pleasant and resonant, with a slight accent. “It’s nice to meet you” I said as I shook her hand.

We stepped into a small office and she closed the door. The two guards waited outside. We sat down at a desk across from each other, and I filled out several questionnaires about my health. She gave me a consent form that was several pages long, which I skimmed through before signing. During the process I was filled with excitement and had trouble concentrating on the paperwork. It looked like I was going to be shrunk by this gorgeous woman, maybe held in her hand!

I wondered if this woman knew what GTS was, or had a thing for small men. The chances were fantastically small. Almost everyone in the on-line community was male. Women just didn’t seem to get into the fantasy the way men did, at least from what I had seen. But still there was always the chance. If she did this for a job, it was a little more likely.

After I finished all the forms she said “Now that that’s over with, let’s talk about what’s going to happen next. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible”. She continued “I’m going to reduce you to three inches in height” and as she said this, my pulse quickened slightly and I became aroused. She would be the one doing the actual shrinking! “I will conduct a series of physical and psychological tests to see how you respond to the shrinking process. I’ll do everything I can to make you feel comfortable and safe. When I’m not conducting tests, we’ve arranged for you to have cable TV and internet access available at your size”. She paused then asked “Do you have any questions or concerns?” “Nothing serious I guess.. I’m a little nervous, I mean, it’s not everyday that a guy gets shrunk down to three inches, but I think I’ll be ok”. “I promise you will” she said reassuringly.

I decided to pick her brain a little before we started. “Doctor Saurez, can I-“ “Call me Jessica” she interrupted. “Ok, Jessica, can I ask what made you interested in this project?” she paused thoughtfully, then said “Well, the scientific part interests me, of course, but I’ve also been interested in psychology for a long time, and shrinking can have profound effects on a person’s mental state. For the person who gets shrunk, it’s like entering a whole new world. Their relationship to everyone around them is changed completely, along with their sense of self. I find it fascinating”.

This was good news to me. If she was interested in the psychological effects of shrinking, she’d probably be interested in my fetish. Just telling a woman like her about my fantasy while she had me shrunk would be a kinky thing for me, even if she didn’t act on it. Still, I had to be very careful. If I told her and she responded judgementally that wouldn’t be much fun. It would be horribly humiliating. Actually being humiliated by a giant woman turned me on in my fantasies, but it would be quite another thing for it to happen in real life.

“Well, let’s go get started” she said and we stood up. I noticed she was probably about 5’ 9” barefoot, an inch taller than me, and the high heels she was wearing gave her several inches of additional height advantage. “It’s kind of unfair for me to be shrinking you, since I’m already taller” she said jokingly. “Yeah, really” I replied with a smile.

Then she opened the door and led me, along with the two guards who had been waiting outside, to another room. As we walked down the hall I got a mild anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t really worried about the shrinking process up until then, but I started to think, what if something went wrong and I was hurt, or stuck at a small size? However I knew I didn’t want to back out and would just have to cross my fingers and hope for the best.

The room we entered was somewhat larger than the office where we’d first talked. On a shelf at one end there was a large gun-like object that I knew was the shrink ray. Jessica picked it up and told me to stand at the other end of the room, and told the guards to stand behind her for their protection. She leveled the shrink ray at me and said “This won’t hurt a bit” then pressed a button.

The shrinking process was instantaneous. All I saw was a brief flash of green light, and suddenly everything around me was GIGANTIC! I felt a physical rush of exhilaration. Wow! Jessica stepped towards me in her high heels, making clicking sounds as she went. She kneeled down and looked me over. She was so huge, towering over me! Every curve and detail of her body was so much more noticeable, and I had to arch my neck just to look at her face. “How do you feel?” she asked.

“I didn’t expect everything to be so big!” I squeaked. My voice was now tiny and high-pitched, and I had to raise it so she could hear me. When I repeated myself, she grinned “It’s funny how many people say that”. Then she turned to the guards and said “I think I can handle him all by myself now”. They left

I took a moment to consider the fact that here I was, a GTS fan, alone in a room with a very beautiful woman, and shrunk to mere inches in height! I wish I could’ve gotten a picture for the message board. Jessica opened her palm and placed it on the ground next to me “Step on to my palm please, James”. I didn’t have to be told twice. She gently lifted me up and placed me on a table.

Jessica conducted a battery of tests, first measuring my height with a ruler “Three inches exactly”. Then she poked me gently with a Q-tip in several places to test my reflexes “everything seems normal”. Next she attached tiny electrodes to my arms and had me run on a tiny treadmill for thirty minutes while she observed a computer screen and took notes. Finally she gave me a nutrition bar, strawberry flavor, to eat (shrunken down to my size obviously).

Throughout the experiments I thought about ways to bring up the topic of shrinking fetishes with her. While I was eating the bar she asked how I was feeling. “Pretty good, I’m a little tired from the running though. Am I gonna have to do much more of that?” “Maybe a little more tomorrow, but you can take a break any time you want”. Then I got an idea. “Hey Jessica, I read this thing on the internet one time about people who get turned on by giant people of the opposite sex, like Daryl Hannah in the 50-Foot Woman movie”. An interested look was on her face now. “I thought it was pretty weird” I lied. “Have you ever heard of anything like that?”

“Actually yes” Jessica replied. “I’m quite familiar with macrophilia, which is the technical term for it. I read about it before these experiments began, and since then I’ve learned more. It’s actually much more common than you’d think”. Her words floored me. And it could’ve been my imagination, but I thought I saw a trace of a sly grin on her face.

The moment passed and we went on to other tests. I got kind of bored towards the end-not of looking up at the giant Latin beauty, but of the tests. Then when we were done for the day, Jessica said “Now I can leave you here in the lab overnight, or if you want you can come home with me and stay at my apartment. You might feel more comfortable there”. I couldn’t believe what I’d just been asked! “I guess I’d rather go to your place” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. “Great, I think you’ll like it there”. For my protection she put me inside a glass jar with air holes and put that inside her purse for the ride home.

When we got to her apartment, a large (not just compared to me) high rise studio that was well-furnished, she took the jar I was in out, opened it and let me out on her table. She fed me and we made some casual conversation, talking about where we went to high school and college and what we majored in. Then she asked a serious question.

“James, when you were asking me about giantess fantasies before, was there something you wanted to tell me?” she asked gently but firmly. I started blushing. It’s hard to lie to a giant, beautiful woman when you’re three inches tall. “Um..uh.. what do you mean?” I sputtered. She just smiled more and said “It’s ok sweetie, you can be honest with me”. She sounded genuine and then something inside me told me it was ok to open up to her. “Well, um, yes, there was…” I paused. She kept smiling and waited for me to go on.

“Well, you see, the giantess fantasy is actually my personal fantasy” there, it was out on the table. I felt relieved at having my finally said it. Jessica nodded “I had a feeling. Since I first met you, even before you were shrunk. I’ve never actually worked with a macrophile before, and I’m interested in learning about it. So why don’t we make a deal: you tell me all the secrets about your fantasy, and I’ll help you live it out. So, what do you say, tiny?”

This was beyond my wildest dreams. “Sounds good to me!” I squeaked happily, dropping any pretense of reluctance. “I had a feeling you’d say yes” Jessica laughed. I blushed again. “It’s because you’re so beautiful” I blurted out. “Thank you” Jessica said sweetly. Then suddenly she brought her giant face down to me and kissed my whole body tenderly, getting lipstick stains on my clothes and giving me a raging hard on.