The Diminutive Diary of David Riley
By: Rozman
Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
I decided to keep a diary of my medical abnormality at the advice
of my doctor. I should preface this entry by relating the facts.
This past Saturday while Amy, (my wife) was at work, I spent most of
the day just hanging around the house. I've found that I tend to not
have a whole lot of motivation on the weekends after a long work
week. Anyway, I was tooling around the house in a pair of sweats and
a sweatshirt. While sitting in front of the TV, I heard a crash
coming from the basement. I walked down the stairs and saw my cat had
just destroyed one of my wife's vases. She was just thrilled about
that. I cleaned up the mess and heard the phone ring upstairs. I was
running up the stairs when I tripped on my sweat pants which had just
fallen down to my knees. That hurt like hell by the way. When I
finally made it upstairs, I realized that my sweats were loose, and
so was my shirt. At the time I figured it had gotten stretched out
from lounging around all day. But as the !
hours went on I noticed other things, my wedding ring was looser than
normal and my socks kept slipping down. I felt like something wasn't
right, everything looked different somehow, even though I couldn't
put my finger on it. I let the dog out a little later and here is
where things started getting strange. When I went to let him back
into the house, he wasn't by the door. I called him, but he didn't
come. I put my shoes on to go see where he was sniffing around and I
noticed my shoes were a little too big. That was it. I knew something
was up. I finally got the dog in the house and I had a chance to
think.
My clothes, ring and shoes were all too big for me. What the hell was
going on? It hit me like a fucking cannonball. I marked my height on
a wall in my home office. I grabbed my tape measure and measured the
mark, 5 ft 8 inches. Not possible, I thought. I have been 5 foot 11
and 1/2 since as long as I remember. Shit, even my wife is 5 ft 9 and
I know I'm taller than her.
At 5:25 that night, my wife freaked. I told her what I discovered.
She even insisted on measuring me herself even though I was clearly
an inch shorter than her. I even waited until she had taken off her
work outfit because I knew her heels would have made her at least 3
or 4 inches taller than me.
Emergency room. They had no freakin' clue what was going on. I saw my
doctor on Monday morning. He suggested I keep an eye on my size and
come back on Wednesday (today). As of this morning, I'm 5 foot 6
inches tall. Tests were run, x-rays were taken, and the usual
"we don't know what's causing this" tests were done. No
clue. So all I can do is wait and see what happens first, keep
getting smaller or figure out how to stop it.
He suggested I keep a journal of my progress. "Therapy" he
said. I think it's so if they never figure out how to stop it, they
have a good way to track its progress.
Friday, November 7th, 2003
I've skipped work all week. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm
bored out of my mind.
By the way, 5 foot 4 as of 15 minutes ago. I've started thinking
about any advantages to being a small guy. Truth be told, it's kind
of fun. I never gave much thought about height before. Tall or short,
I never cared. But I've noticed that people look at me differently
now. I drove to Target this morning to buy some new clothes,
something that actually fit, and I noticed that pretty much everyone
was bigger than me. The check-out girl was some punky looking 16 year
old girl. She must have been 5 ft 6 or so because she seemed about 2
inches taller than me. It was the weirdest thing to be smaller that a
girl! She could have kicked my ass if she wanted to. That was a
strange realization. I instantly thought of 2 things. First, be more
careful. If someone wanted to, they could take advantage of my new
smaller size. Second, I better not get pulled over because my
driver's license says I'm 5 ft 11. Doctor again tomorrow morning.
Amy's taking off work to take me because she says sh!
e wants to see what he says. I think it's because she thinks I might
be getting too small to drive.
Saturday, November 8th, 2003
This morning I was measured at 5 ft 3. The doctor still doesn't
know what is happening to me. He referred me to a development
specialist. If you don't know what that is, it's a doctor that tracks
the growth of children. Yeah, children. I guess my doc feels that if
this specialist can study growth, maybe he can study growth in
reverse. Whatever. I just hope this can be figured out, I mean, I'm
having fun at my new size but I don't want it to be permanent. Amy is
at a work party right now. I didn't feel like going. To be honest, I
almost went. I thought it might be fun to talk to some of her
co-workers who used to be shorter than me. There is this one goth
chick she works with, huge tits. She's like 5 ft 6 and I'm damn
curious as to how big her tits look now! How about in a week? This is
gonna be an interesting couple of months.
Monday, November 10th, 2003
I went to see the development specialist. He is actually a she.
Dr. Debra Lee, a 5 ft 2 in Asian woman. What are the odds? I would
have considered her a small woman a few weeks ago, but now that I'm
an even 5 feet; she's looking down at ME. It was interesting being in
her office, all of the furniture was designed for children. The nice
thing about that was that I am still big enough to look silly sitting
on a child's chair. So, even for a few hours, I felt tall again. That
is until Dr. Lee was in the room. She measured me, took blood, a few
x-rays and I got to pee in a cup, always a treat. She said she would
be getting to work right away to see if she could come up with
anything. So I guess we'll see what happens there. When I got home,
the dog was glad to see me, as usual, and jumped up on me, knocking
me down. That was a first. I'm starting to wonder how safe it will be
to keep him. I guess it depends how small I get.
Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
I sent in all the paperwork today for medical leave from work.
One less thing to worry about. I am officially short. 4 ft 11 inches.
Amy was off from work today, we went to the mall to get some more
clothes and to just get out of the house. It's kind of funny being
almost a foot shorter than my wife. People look at me like I'm her
kid. I'm smaller than almost everybody, even some kids. We bought
some clothes that were too small for me figuring that I'll fit into
them soon enough. After a less than impressive late lunch at the food
court, Amy had to use the restroom. While waiting for her in the
hall, a group of 4 twelve year old girls were staring at me. I guess
they thought I was their age although I was at least 4 inches shorter
than them. I was hoping they wouldn't approach me, it would be
embarrassing to reveal to them that I was 20 years older then them.
One of them walked over to me and said hi, told me her name (I forgot
what she said it was) and tried to strike u!
p a conversation. Amy walked out of the restroom and I quickly
followed her back into the mall. I don't know what the hell that kid
was trying to do but I should probably get used to being mistaken for
a child.
Saturday, November 15th, 2003
It's been a busy week. More doctor appointments with Dr. Lee. I'm
now 4 ft 3 inches tall. Yesterday, Dr. Lee commented that I was
smaller than her daughter. Thanks a lot.
Amy's working today so I'm just hanging out. I went outside to clean
up our yard and get some air. I ran into our neighbor Kelly. She
divorced her husband 2 years ago and got the house. I used to call
her shorty because she's only 4 ft 10. She about fell over when she
saw me! She couldn't believe it, here was a guy who used to be over a
foot taller than her, now looking up at her. I couldn't believe it
either. She asked if there was anything she could do to help us out
and I just told her to keep quiet about what was happening to me. She
then gave me a hug and LIFTED ME OFF THE GROUND. That messed me up. I
was picked up by a 4 ft 10 inch woman. What's really got to me was
that I liked it. It felt good to be in someone's arms, it felt safe.
Monday, November 17th, 2003
4 feet tall this morning. Amy told me that we have to have a talk
when she gets home from work tonight. She doesn't seem to want to
leave me alone anymore. She's afraid I won't be able to reach
something or I would need her to lift something I couldn't handle. I
don't know. On the flip side, she has to put in more hours because we
don't have my income anymore. Kelly from next door stopped by, she
smiled when she saw how small I have gotten. She said we should
compare our heights and I only came up to her chest. She hugged me
and reminded me that if we needed anything, she would be happy to
help. By the way she now has to bend down to hug me. Some girl came
by the house at 3:30 today selling magazine subscriptions; she asked
me if my mom or dad was home. Not my proudest moment.
Thursday, November 20th, 2003
What a fun couple of days. The thing that Amy wanted to talk to
me about was that she was going take a second part-time job as a
waitress to help get the bills paid. Her concern, however, was for my
safety since I'm now down to 3 ft 6 inches. She talked to Kelly next
door and I'll be spending my days over there so she can assist me
with whatever. Now I've been reduced to having a babysitter. (I won't
mind getting those hugs though). I don't blame Amy, after all, the
bills do need to get paid and I'm certainly no help. The shrinking is
steady and I'm starting to become curious as to how little I will
become.
Last night, Amy and I had sex for the first time since this
ordeal started. I think she really liked the idea of being more
powerful than me. It started out with me sitting next to her on the
couch watching television. Then she asked me if I wanted to sit on
her lap. What?!? Was my first reaction. Then I thought what the hell?
I eased on to her lap and placed my head against her breasts. It was
actually quite relaxing. After about a half hour, she asked if I
wanted to go lay down. I knew where this was going, but I wasn't sure
how, or if, we could. She lifted me up and carried me like a kid into
the bedroom. But I'm not a kid. I got needs too!!!! Ok, sorry, back
to the story. I ended lying on top of her and we started to make out.
It was weird to kiss lips so much bigger than mine. I found I had to
bend my body to kiss her because her breasts were pushing me away
from her lips. I don't think it was as exciting for her, I'm pretty
sure she faked an orgasm because I'm not !
sure at my new "size" that I could truly pleasure her. I
came pretty quickly, unfortunately, and I lay back on top of her. It
was one of the most interesting sexual experiences of my life.
Tomorrow will be interesting; it's my first day being
"babysat". How did I become so helpless so fast?
Monday, November 24th, 2003
I've neglected this journal for a few days; I got that flu that's
been going around. Dr. Lee freaked when she found out I was sick and
insisted I come in right away. I later found out that she thought
something like the flu could really screw up my system since I was
constantly getting weaker as my size diminished. Anyway, I went in to
see her this past Friday, I was 3 ft 5 in at the time. She looked
friggin' huge. She lifted me onto the examination table like I was a
baby. I also noticed that when she and I were both standing on the
floor, I was looking directly at her crotch. This kind of hit me
because I'm still not used to looking up to a fairly short woman. She
wrote a prescription for some children's medicine and sent us on our
way. I'm now an even 3 feet tall. I am dwarfed even by children. On
the plus side, it is actually easier for me to get out of the house,
as long as I'm accompanied by someone. At this size, I can pass for a
kid. Karen, that goth chick, Amy w!
orks with stopped by the house this morning to give Amy a ride to
work. She had heard from my wife what was happening to me. She has
got to have the biggest tits I've ever seen, especially at my new
vantage point. She came into the house, saw me and immediately knelt
down to get a better look at me. Even kneeling down, I was still
staring
directly at her chest. She talked with me for about 5 minutes until
Amy was ready to go. Amy then called Kelly to tell her that I was
coming over for the day. While my wife was on the phone, Karen
wrapped her arms around me and lifted me up, holding me against those
gigantic breasts. She liked it, and I think she thought I liked it
too. She slightly pushed me up and down against her and said,
"You're fun at this size!". I hate to admit it, but I did
kind of like it. Amy and I haven't been intimate in a few days since
I shrank down to about her waist. I'm beginning to think she thinks
of me more as a baby than a man.
Wednesday, November 26th, 2003
I'm now below three feet. Two foot, nine inches to be exact. Amy
hardly even looks at me anymore. Although it's hard to tell since I
spend most of my time looking up at her. Even sitting, she is way
taller than me. Kelly started taking me to my appointments with Dr.
Lee. Because of my small size, a child safety seat is the only way I
can safely travel in a car. The doctor still has no idea what is
causing my condition. I also noticed that she is starting to talk to
me more like a child than an adult. I'm finding that people are just
used to treating certain people certain ways. For example, if you are
smaller than a little kid, you are treated accordingly. I don't think
people are doing it intentionally, it's just human nature. I deducted
that brilliant thought after seeing that almost everyone talks down
to me instead of to me. Amy is now working two jobs, so she is out of
the house seven days a week. I feel really guilty about that, but I
don't think there's much a per!
son of my size can do.
Sunday, November 30th, 2003
I spent Thanksgiving alone. Amy had to work. I didn't even know
restaurants were open on Thanksgiving, but apparently they are. We
are still always strapped for cash. As the days go on I feel less and
less like writing this journal, not to mention it gets more and more
difficult to use the keyboard and mouse. We had to get rid of the
dog, he was just too big. Or should I say I am now too small. I now
stand a whopping 2 ft 1, or as Dr. Lee says, 25 inches. No clothes
fit; even baby clothes are too big because babies are much wider than
I. I also found out this morning that I weigh 12.7 pounds. That's
pretty light.
Kelly has started coming over here during the day, so I can be in my
own surroundings. Amy has stopped sleeping in the same bed as I
because she's afraid she'll roll on top of me and smother me.
Now here is a scary truth, I think something's going on with Amy.
She's always working, yet we're still always broke. I suspect she's
not being honest with me. I plan on confronting her when she comes
home tonight.
Tomorrow will be interesting; Kelly won't be able to come over, so
Karen from Amy's work will be here tomorrow. I still remember how she
rubbed me against her tits and said she liked my little size. I was
almost a foot taller when she said that. She should really like me
now.
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003
I confronted Amy on Sunday night. I told her that I was concerned
about our money situation. This is a hard one. She never got that
second job. She's been having an affair for over a month now, my
shrinking gave her an excuse to spend more time with the prick who
stole her from me. I wanted to kill him, but at my size, what can I
do?
I'm not totally innocent in all of this though. Karen came over the
following morning to spend the day with me, by that morning I was 23
inches tall. After Amy left, I asked Karen if she had any idea that
my wife was cheating on me. Karen was honestly surprised to hear that
Amy wasn't being faithful. I was obviously upset, and Karen picked me
up and held me in her arms. I could feel her warm, soft, giant
breasts against me. Then, I lost control. I don't know what it was.
Maybe the stress of getting smaller everyday, maybe the anger of
being cheated on or hating the fact that everyone has reduced me to a
baby, whatever it was, I snapped.
In Karen's arms, I turned my body towards her; I reached my hands to
her giant tits and started rubbing her right breast. She sat on the
couch and shifted me so I was now standing on her lap. We started to
kiss, but my mouth was so much smaller than hers that it was more of
her licking my face. She then pulled me into her. I was still rubbing
that enormous tit through her tight top. She rubbed my body up and
down against her and I became rock hard.
…To be continued.
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