I was rudely awakened by my phone ringing at a rather early hour. I
rubbed my sleepy eyes and noticed it was only 9 AM on the clock. I
was sleeping off yesterday’s all-nighter, that I had to pull to
meet all the college deadlines. Needless to say, I was less than
happy about being woken up this early. I reached for my phone. It was
my good friend, Natalie, with whom my contact is so rare these days.
Part time job, different majors… It was a hard case of mutual
timetable incompatibility. I quickly answered the call.
“Hello? Natalie?
We haven’t seen each other in a while!”
“Hi, Vicky! That’s
right! I know it’s so sudden, but would you like to hang out with
me, just like when we were younger? Maybe you could come over to my
place? You haven’t been over in like forever! I can show you my
college girl room!”
“I’d love to! I
will get dressed and be right over. See you in an hour!”
I pounced at the
opportunity as it presented itself. I wanted to relax mentally and
meeting with Natalie seemed like a good idea to do just that. She
sounded really excited about inviting me too. Maybe we could watch
some netflix or have some drinks and complain about life to each
other… I left the bed looking forward to our meeting, even if a
little early by my standards. Within an hour I was under her door. I
hardly got to knock on the door as she opened the door wide with the
usual wide smile on her face.
“Hi!”
“Yo!”
She waved me in and
we walked to her room, talking about casual stuff like clothes we
want for the still early summer or new foods we tried recently.
Speaking about clothes, I really liked her lazy Saturday outfit which
consisted of an oversized, wrinkled t-shirt reaching to her thighs.
The thought of liking her in that way has never crossed my
mind yet, but her style was definitely enticing. I found myself
wondering if she was wearing panties under that shirt. While going up
the stairs to her room, I regrettably tried to sneak a peek at her
nether region. I did not get a good look on the area, but I was
fairly sure that I could not see any fabric on her thighs. I blushed
a little, but did my best to keep cool without tipping her off. We
stopped in front of her room. There was a small metal name tag with
“Natalie” written on it, in stylized font and the dot over “i”
replaced with a little heart. “How cute!” I thought.
“So this is my
room, as you remember.” Natalie grabbed the handle. “But! One
thing before you enter. There will be something unusual in there…
Don’t get freaked out okay?”
My heart skipped a
beat with anticipation. Unusual like… what? Sex toys? Drugs? Guns?
What could she have meant just now? “Did you kill someone?” I
asked half-jokingly in an unsure tone.
“Well, maybe…”
We looked at each other in the eyes with blank expressions. “Haha!
No, no, no. Just joking. It’s not that. It’s… Well, just come,
look!”
She grabbed my hand
and opened the door, leading me inside. My eyes wandered all around
the relatively large room, floor to ceiling and in every direction
looking for this “unusual” item. She certainly appears to have
forgotten to put away her personal massager resting inconspicuously
on her bed. But every girl has got to have one... Right? It’s
hardly unusual. Then, we stopped by a desk occupied by a large
terrarium, not unlike the kind you would use to keep lizards or
snakes. Natalie let go of my hand and presented the terrarium with
both of her hands like a showman.
“A terrarium?”
“Yeah! Well, why
don’t you look inside the terrarium?”
I was apprehensive
at first. Bugs, spiders and whatever else crawls was simply not my
forte. I thought she wanted to make me lean over close, so that
something will jump on my face through the glass. I looked into
Natalie’s eyes and did as she asked. The inside looked like a
replica of a small suburban town with very detailed miniature houses
and lots of miniature grass, some small trees of various types and
even a lake.
“It looks amazing!
I didn’t know you are into miniatures. How long did it take you to
build this?”
“Did you spot
them?”
“Them?”
A movement inside
the terrarium has caught my attention. It was a small and naked…
person. She could not have been more than three inches tall or so. My
eyes got wide and I jumped a little.
“Oh my God! You
have tinies? That’s so cool! Aren’t they super expensive?”
“Well, kinda. My
dad got this as a parting gift with the company that makes and trades
these.” she said pointing to a complex, if not over-engineered,
glue gun looking object with a touch screen attached on her table.
“It’s a shrink ray. He has never used it ever, so I asked him if
I could borrow it. He didn’t mind.”
I looked inside
again and saw more small people gather around in the center of
terrarium. I waved my hand at them, which they received warmly and
waved back. It was so cool! I found them so cute, I wanted to hold
one right away. I mean, they are people with feelings just like
Natalie or me, but it’s just so irresistible to hug someone to
small. It was kinda like with small kittens or puppies.
“Did you shrink
some random people and put them in your room?” I asked as the
thought crossed my mind.
“Oh! No, no, no!
Come on, Vicky, you know me better than this. They were all shrunk
willingly, I swear. Some of them even insisted on doing this. They
are all my friends from high school or college, who were tired of the
pressure of life and school. I hate to see my friends be unhappy, so
I asked if they would like to live with me permanently without any
stress or worries. I do my best to keep their existence from being
boring, too! We play, watch movies together…” She explained
smiling at the tiny people gathered around. “Legally, they are my
pets but I never treat them as anything less than friends, just like
when we were before! Well, admittedly, it gets a little bit hard to
be personal with that much size difference, so we hang out as a group
usually and it’s fun. Not at all like the tinies you see manhandled
or abused on the Internet. That’s just awful.”
The way she
explained everything made perfect sense to me, even though I felt it
should not. It was so dehumanizing, humiliating, demeaning and so
forth. Not only to shrink, but also to become a property of your
friend… Just entertaining the thought had disgusted me. But… I
can’t say I did not feel some draw towards it, in more ways than
just relaxed living. Something had awakened inside of me, sexually
too. Natalie was a good person, I knew her very well. If I got
shrunk, and I could choose my owner, it would definitely be her. The
shrink gun was right there and my potential owner right next to it.
The possibility of living the easy life was right there, on the
table. Do I take it? Should I? What would my parents think? My
friends? I was so confused internally, and also slightly horny at the
idea of a giant Natalie taking care of me.
Natalie and I left
the terrarium alone and started doing the usual hanging out stuff. We
watched a movie over a glass of good wine each, sitting comfortably
on her bed. We were talking about everything and anything like hot
boys or college stress. At the same time, I could not get rid of
these invasive thoughts about her shrinking me. A single glass of
wine was enough to muster liquid courage in me. As our conversation
lulled, I looked at the terrarium.
“I-… I wonder
what it’s like…”
“Well, nobody is
complaining as far as I know. Nobody is trying to escape or hide from
me either. I can’t say I am perfect, but I am doing my best to make
my friends’ lives easier, right?”
“Do you…” I
made a rubbing motion over my crotch. “With them? In front of
them?”
“Hahaha!”
Natalie flushed red and laughed heartily. “No! Well, I mean… I
thought about it. I’m sure more than one guy, because there are guy
friends of mine there too, thought about it too. You can tell with
guys easily, right? With girls, it’s a little harder.” She
smiled. “I don’t want to risk their lives for my own
perversions.” She then leaned over to my ear and whispered
seductively “But if someone would ask me, and promised they were
very careful, I am sure we could figure something out.” and then
giggled. Her infectious slightly drunk giggle and perverse talk also
got me giggling a little.
“Natalie. Can I
become your pet?” I asked boldly without any inhibition. The
alcohol was the one to ask this question, not me, but now that the
cat was out of the bag… The mood turned a little serious. I looked
into her eyes. She was a little puzzled, shocked even.
“Vicky… You know
that this is not reversible, right? If we do this, you will leave all
of your life behind. Tinies can’t go to college or work, or visit
their friends or family… But, I mean, if you want to see your
family or friends I can do my best to arrange a meeting here, or
carry you with me somewhere. Are you sure you are okay with that? You
will have to depend on me for everything.” Natalie sounded super
concerned, but frankly, I was too horny and drunk to consider what
she said seriously. “But if you are still up for it, then I’m so
happy. I will take care of you so much! Hugs and kisses every day!”
She said adjusting her quite presentable breasts, making them bounce
a little.
“What do I
do?”
“Just take off your clothes, so that you don’t get
blanketed by them. Oh, and if you decide you are uncomfortable with
this at any point, please let me know. Once shrinking starts, it
can’t be stopped!”
I obliged, taking
off my clothes as quickly as I could, creating a little mess on her
floor in the process. My panties had become slightly wet due to my
excitement. Traces of viscous, clear liquid glistened as I pulled
them down my legs. Natalie got very close to me, our breasts nearly
touching. She helped me undo my bra. It was really happening. My
heart raced with anticipation.
“I see you are
very excited about this” Natalie said while taking a quick glance
at my privates. “I can smell your... Enthusiasm.” Natalie
emphasized on the last word, seductively letting out a breath on my
neck. I was looking deeply into her eyes, breathing shallowly. I
yipped, feeling her cold hand make contact with my privates. She
drove her fingers gently went across my slit. I felt spikes of
pleasure as the finger tip of each finger touched my clit. Natalie
smelled her hand, now covered in my personal juices, and licked it
from the palm to the tip of her fingers in a single motion. “I like
your sweet taste.” Natalie’s erotic display only got me more
eager. She reached for the shrink gun and aimed at me.
“I will be a good
pet, Natalie.” I said, feeling my horniness spike.
“Have fun being my
pet, Vicky.”
Suddenly, I felt
very disoriented. My head spinned. Everything was becoming
increasingly larger. It was working! Before I knew it, I was small
just like these people I saw in the terrarium. I found myself near
Natalie’s personal massager wand, which happened to be as tall as a
two story house from my current perspective. I looked up and saw
Natalie looking down at me with a warm smile. My position on the bed
finally allowed me to look under her oversized shirt unobscured. She
was not wearing anything down there, just as I had suspected earlier.
A gust of air had wafted the smell of her wet vagina over my face.
The smell turned me on so much my legs began to tremble a little.
Natalie extended her arm, inviting me on her open palm. It was the
same palm she used to pleasure me a moment ago. It was weird sitting
in my own, still warm, pussy juices. The scent was quite
overpowering. I could not help myself and tasted a little. Indeed,
the taste was sweetish. Probably due to all the strawberries I ate
recently?
Natalie brought me
to her face and opened her mouth slightly, revealing the tip of her
tongue along with perfect teeth. I could feel Natalie’s warm, moist
breath envelop my entire body. It was on my face, my breasts,
stomach, even my ass and going up my pussy… She breathed on me
again and again. Each time made me slightly more horny and wet. The
smell was not offensive at all, yet still personal enough to make it
feel very intimate. Getting eaten by her has crossed my mind in the
heat of the moment, but it seemed as if she just wanted to tease me.
Eventually, I was lowered to her breast area and “hugged”. With
this much of a size difference, it is hard to talk about proper
hugging. It was more of her pressing me slightly into her shirt
between her breasts. I could feel the warmth from both sides.
Finally, I heard a voice from above.
“Wanna meet your
new friends, Vicky?”
“Yes, ‘master’”
I playfully revered Natalie to indulge her somewhat.
She introduced me to
the tinies residing in her terrarium. I was received warmly. The
people here were so relaxed and easy going. Naturally, it was at
least somewhat awkward to introduce myself, standing naked and horny
with my own vaginal juices drying over me. But, I managed to pull it
off and became friends with everyone right away. Natalie has even
assembled a little home, piece by piece, just for me. She called my
parents so that I could let them know my choice to become her pet.
Surprisingly, they were quite supportive. They said both the new size
me and Natalie were always welcome to visit or even stay over in the
room that was once my own.
Weeks have passed
since my shrinking. Natalie proved to be really gentle with us, just
like she had assured me on that day. For example, she took me alone
for walks around the block with me poking out of her shirt’s breast
pocket. She would play with us almost daily – read us a book, play
a tabletop game with us, show us videos she liked on the Internet…
And a lot more! It was hardly boring! When it came to food, we were
free to make a list of anything we wanted, vote on it and Natalie
would cook our choice for us. Natalie would even share her alcoholic
drinks with us. It was really great having someone take care of your
every single need and then some more!
Sometimes, we would
watch movies together. Natalie would take all eight of us from the
terrarium and put us on her naked stomach. I never took her for an
exhibitionist before my shrinking. She liked to flaunt her quite
attractive body to us often. For example, it was common for her to
loom over the terrarium without a care about her completely exposed
breasts or nether region. She was fully naked during these events
too. Sitting on an unclothed, attractive girl is quite serene.
Feeling her body live beneath your feet, or ass if you are seated,
made me feel somewhat insignificant. Noises she was completely
oblivious to such as her stomach growling, burps or even quiet farts
were quite intimidating at our reduced size. I learned to tune these
out eventually, but the noises were generally accompanied by her body
moving, quite violently from our perspective.
I remember the first
time I set my feet on Natalie’s stomach. We were watching a movie,
when I heard an ungodly noise followed by earthquake-like movement. I
lost balance and fell. Natalie then grabbed me by the torso and
placed me next to her mouth with her tongue sticking out. “Gonna
eat you!!!” She said playfully and then proceed to lick me from my
feet to my head. Her saliva got everywhere on my body. I could taste
and smell the blueberry yogurt she had earlier on her tongue. My hair
got wet and messy. When the saliva cooled down a little, I also felt
gross. Needless to say, I was not a fan of tasting her recent meal on
her tongue or having my hair messed up and slathered in her saliva. I
could not be upset with her, though. Natalie looked so cute having
fun and covering me in her spit. Besides, it was a little bit like
kissing, right? Or, at least, as close to it as the size difference
allowed. I could take feeling a little gross and smelling like her
food if it meant I was kissing her. Natalie liked doing it to me so
much, that it became yet another fun game that I played with her. I
would pretend to be willing or unwilling prey, depending on my mood,
to indulge her in her harmless fun.
The memories of the
day when I was shrunk were quite strongly embedded in my mind.
Particularly her body and the scents… Every day I saw Natalie in
her beautiful naked form. When she was placing us on herself, I could
also touch her nearly anywhere… Anywhere but her privates. It was
not a rule or anything, but I never saw anyone climbing on her
breasts or venturing below her waist line. I never brought it up and
I never heard it discussed by my peers. It was killing me inside,
even if I enjoyed everything we did together. A naked, attractive
girl is taking care of our every need and yet touching her seemed to
be off limits… Then I remembered her words from the day I was
shrunk. Natalie would not be against doing something with one of her
tiny pet friends. “Something could be arranged.” she said to me
with her slightly blushed face. Yesterday, after I was bathed by
Natalie in a sink, at my request no less, I boldly asked her if I
could assist her in what I referred to as “private business on the
bed”. She was quite struck. I guess, I was the first tiny in her
collection to ever suggest this. And the sudden way I asked put her
on the spot too, probably. I loved to look at her baffled expression.
I could just tell she was thinking it through. It took a moment of
consideration and hesitation on her part, but ultimately she showed
interest in my offer. Natalie made me promise that I would not do
anything dangerous. We headed to her room, or rather, she did and I
was carried in her hand.
She lied down on her
bed, assuming a comfortable position. I was gently lowered onto her
groin, the lowest part of her I have ever stood on yet. I sat with my
pussy against her smooth, warm skin. Her body heat felt comfortable
on my body. Natalie spread some body massaging oil on her hands,
before spreading it on her slit and then me. She restricted my
movements with one of her hands and used the other to rub the
slightly flagrant oil all over me, leaving no place dry. She used her
finger and carefully massaged my stomach in a circular motion. Then
my breasts, my neck, my back and finally my ass and pussy too. I felt
like I was her doll at that moment. Natalie weakly poked my breasts
all wide eyed, watching them fold and bounce. It was a little painful
for me, but also incredibly hot as she did this. She paid an equal
amount of attention to my nether region. She spread my ass cheeks
apart with her pointing finger and drove it up and down, before doing
the same to my pussy. She massaged my clit, and everything else, in a
slow circular motion. Natalie’s finger was relatively huge. I felt
each individual fingerprint ridge imprinting on my skin, flapping my
vaginal lips every way without any resistance. It did not take long
before I was reduced to a moaning, spasming mess. She released me
from her grip and I collapsed on my knees. I was trying to gather my
senses after the intense session. I buried my face in her skin. Salty
taste of sweat hit my nostrils and tongue as I struggled to breathe.
Reducing me to this state must have awakened something in Natalie as
well. The air had become quite thick with the scent of her wet pussy.
I may have gotten more than I bargained for. The fun was only
beginning…
Natalie helped me
stand up and then lowered me to her wet and oiled slit. Her body heat
was radiating into my face even more so than before. The smell was
stronger here too. My mind went blank with the overabundance of
Natalie’s pheromones entering my nose. I felt overwhelmed.
“I will go very
slowly, okay? If you get uncomfortable or hurt, tell me right away.
Ready? Here I go…”
She planted me face
first into her expanded clitoris. The rest of my body has basically
sunk into her. The only thing preventing me from slipping down her
slit was her hand propping me up. My natural instinct was to reach
for her clit with my tongue and hands. Despite my height, I had no
trouble handling her sensitive part. I reached into the clitoral
hood, caressing and licking the clit. I felt weak muscle contractions
against my body inside her vagina. They came and went in waves. The
way they felt was not unlike a full body massage, except
significantly more wet and warm. Each contraction was followed by her
body temperature increasing slightly. Her muscle spasms were moving
my body on their whim like ocean waves. Natalie’s fingertips
started twitching, moving me up and down a little. I heard her moans
and labored breathing above. At this point the contractions were
strong enough to squeeze my body as they saw fit. My chest was
getting constricted, with me hardly being able to get a breath in. I
had no doubt that Natalie could crush me like a bug with her pussy.
Just as I thought the next spasm would end me, I was released from
the grip of her vaginal muscles. I gasped for air, breathing a
lungful of sex scented dense air. My body was promptly covered in
Natalie’s milky, thick ejaculate. I took some on my hands and
smelled it. It smelled like Natalie. I buried my face inside her
slit, drinking a mouthful of the fluid. It tasted like Natalie. I
felt my entire body become fully permeated with her juices – my
hair, my skin… She was also inside my lungs, my mouth, my stomach…
My vagina was flooded with her ejaculate as well. I will never fully
get rid of Natalie’s smell from my body now, no matter how many
times I bathe. But, I would not have it any other way. I kissed
Natalie’s clit, feeling her jump a little in response. I was lifted
back on her groin. I sat down, feeling her cum trickle down my body.
Natalie was still breathing heavily from the intense experience, as
was I. We looked at each other’s flushed faces in silence.
I love being
Natalie’s pet.