Kelly peered into the terrarium full of spiders, nodding in
approval as she saw the creatures had enough cocooned insects to last
them a few days. A part of her had wondered why she still kept her trio
of venomous Black Widows; she didn’t hide during her tiny days anymore,
so using them as guards for whatever burrow she had picked for the month
wasn’t necessary. Still, it was oddly comforting to have them around,
and it seemed wrong somehow to just get rid of them after all the years
they’d brought her peace of mind.
With a sigh she gave a quick salute to her spiders before
shouldering her backpack and walking out the door. Iris was waiting for
her in front of the dormitory’s meal hall, and she waved and beckoned
Kelly inside out of the cold. The rich smell of turkey and gravy hit her
nostrils as they walked in. Unlike the normal cafeteria layout a buffet
had been erected in the center of the seating area. All of the standard
dishes were represented, and the pair filled their plates before
finding a table in a deserted corner.
“You know,” Iris said, cutting herself a slice of turkey, “this isn’t half bad for meal hall food…”
“It’s not,” Kelly agreed, smiling as she took a bite of her
mashed potatoes. She took a moment to look around, it was mostly
international students, along with a scattering of others like them that
hadn’t gone home over the holiday for whatever reason. “You know,” she
mused, “this is my first real thanksgiving since I shrank…”
“You didn’t eat turkey when you were tiny?” Iris asked curiously.
Kelly shrugged. “There’s not much of a point, most foods suck
when you’re tiny because the textures are wrong. I would usually take
the opportunity to explore the neighbor’s yards since everyone else was
indoors eating.”
“You didn’t have anyone you wanted to spend the holidays with?” Iris asked quietly.
Kelly smiled, “I threw myself into nature for a while,” she said
with a shrug. “When I shrank… it was like my old life was gone, and I
was starting a new one. I didn’t really want to be with any full sized
people…” She shivered a moment, “Penelope… was part of that I guess.”
“That’s sad,” Iris said softly, “I wish I’d known you back then.”
Kelly smirked. “Yeah right, like you would have ever caught me! I
was the fairy queen of those woods, I pretty much only came back to my
parent’s house to restock on food or when it got really cold out.”
“You should show me around them sometime,” Iris said.
“In spring maybe,” Kelly said, glancing out the window at the
dreary November evening, “and I’ve got to warn you, they probably aren’t
as impressive at full size.”
“Maybe I’ll bring my butterfly net and see if I can catch the Fairy Queen,” Iris teased.
Kelly snorted. “You’ll have your chance…” she winked and lifted up her pant leg, pointing under the table at her ankle.
Iris raised an eyebrow, then bent over to look. Her eyes widened
as she saw the red “warning” flash across the screen of Kelly’s
Nullifier. Iris had seen it once before, on Derrick’s, it was the alert
telling the user that they’d stayed full size for too long, and would
need to shrink soon to avoid the negative health effects the Nullifier
could cause.
“In all the excitement lately I haven’t spent any days tiny,”
Kelly said quietly, “I’ve been a little afraid to, to be honest…” She
sighed, “well, time to get over it, right?”
“Kelly,” Iris said hesitantly, “if you’re not ready we can work something out, I can grab the tinyhome from your dorm and-“
“No,” Kelly said firmly, “I…” she chuckled softly, rubbing her
temples and trying to collect her thoughts. “Look, Penelope took a lot
from me… but I don’t want her to take what we have too.”
“She wouldn’t!” Iris blurted out. “Even if you never wanted to
let me handle you at tiny size ever again, I’ll still be here for you!”
Kelly blushed, giggling as she looked away for a moment, “Thanks… that’s nice to hear, but I
really
want to be your doll again Iris… I love the things we do
together, I love feeling helpless and safe at the same time when you
hold me…”
“Wow uh,” Iris stammered, “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Kelly said with a smile, “I’ve
got to spend the next few days tiny, we’ve got no classes and the
weather’s going to be awful, I think what we should do is pretty
obvious.”
Iris gulped, biting her lip as the implication sent a wave of
arousal through her. Kelly just gave her a wink, getting up to return
her tray to the commissary. Iris watched the other girl’s hips sway as
she walked away, her mind racing with thoughts of what they’d do when
they got home that evening.
…
Kelly stared into Iris’s bathroom mirror a moment, sighing as
she looked down at the Nullifier around her ankle. In spite of her
bravado at dinner, part of her was still worried about finally taking it
off. She trusted Iris of course, but… She closed her eyes and took a
deep breath. One way or another, it had to come off, the Project
Regrowth people weren’t shy about warning former tinies of the ugly
consequences of skipping your “small days.”
You’re going to be fine,
she told herself,
you’re going to have a great time.
With a grin she reached down, unclasping the device. Her clothes
flew around her, and the world stretched away as she fought the
familiar dizzying feeling of shrinking. Crawling out of her clothing
Kelly looked up at the enlarged world, even just the porcelain of the
bathtub and sink loomed overhead like massive neolithic monuments. She
stepped out of her pooled clothing, naked, and waited.
No panic, that’s good,
she told herself. And that was what she was most worried about,
really, the fear itself. In truth she wasn’t worried about her safety,
not in a rational sense. Penelope was in jail, and probably would be for
the next several decades. She was here, with Iris, someone she loved
and trusted…
What’s she going to think if I faint or something?
Kelly wondered, her heartbeat picking up.
I don’t want her thinking I’m afraid of her, I don’t-
“Kelly?” Iris knocked on the door, and Kelly could see the full
sized girl’s feet outlined against the light from outside. “Are you okay
in there?”
“Fine,” Kelly shouted. She glanced at the tiny sized outfits
she’d grabbed on her way in and arrayed beneath the sink. She forced
herself to walk towards them, and bit her lip as she tried to think of
which one would push Iris’s buttons… She smiled as she made her
decision.
“Okay, open up!” Kelly called.
Iris slowly opened the bathroom door, and she felt her heart
hammer in her chest as she was greeted by Kelly, now three inches tall.
The tiny woman was wearing a skintight black outfit with deep cleavage,
and a small yellow action figure accessory of a belt to complete the
costume.
“Oh wow,” Iris said, kneeling down and feeling herself starting to grow wet, “w-what’s this one?”
“Super spy outfit,” Kelly replied, grinning up at the giant redhead, “I’m pretty sure it’s based on Black Widow.”
“Oh, and how will my little spy stop my evil plans now that she’s the size of a doll?” Iris teased, reaching for her.
Kelly giggled and deftly leapt out of the way of Iris’s grasping
hand. Iris turned, an amused smile on her face as she saw the tiny
woman sprint out of the bathroom and into the open bedroom. She rose
from the floor, slowly walking after the fleeing “spy.”
“There’s nowhere to run agent Kelly,” Iris taunted, “I’m going
to catch you and question you until I’ve learned everything you know!”
Kelly giggled as she raced under Iris’s bed, but she didn’t make
it very far before a familiar set of fingers curled around her,
dragging her back out. Iris’s soft hands lifted her up, and the grinning
redhead tilted her slightly, causing Kelly’s hair to fall back as she
examined her prize.
“That is such a
tight
little suit,” Iris giggled, rubbing her thumb over Kelly’s
breasts. The shrunken girl gasped, squirming suggestively in her grip,
unable to wiggle free.
“N-No underwear for tinies,” Kelly stammered. A moment later she
moaned loudly as Iris’s finger traced down between her legs, playfully
rubbing at the crotch of the skintight suit.
“Oh Agent Kelly,” Iris teased, carrying her to the bed, “you
should have known you’d never stop my evil plan…” She placed her on the
bed, letting the tiny girl pant and look at her longingly as she
recovered from the arousing massage.
“W-What plan?” Kelly managed.
Iris paused, “Oh I don’t know, take over the world maybe?”
“I’ll never let you get away with it!” Kelly said without missing a beat.
Iris just laughed, taking a minute to rummage in her bedside
drawer. Kelly felt almost lightheaded; they’d slipped into their old
rapport so easily… like the incident with Penelope had never happened.
Iris finally found what she was looking for, and turned around
with a wicked grin as she revealed a long pink vibrator to the tiny spy
on the bed. Kelly gulped involuntarily, it wasn’t a particularly long or
thick dildo, for a full sized person anyway, but it was ominously large
as Iris crawled on the bed and brought it towards her.
“Now Kelly,” Iris said, “if you agree to be my little slave I’ll be merciful… but until then I’m going to torture you!”
“I’ll never give in!” Kelly said, eager to see what Iris had in mind.
She squealed in surprise as a pair of fingers gently, but
firmly, pushed her legs apart, leaving her with her knees splayed as
Iris’s other and brought down the column of pink plastic. Iris gently
flicked a switch at the base, and a low hum echoed out as the vibration
started just as the rounded tip touched the crotch of Kelly’s catsuit.
“Oh shit,” she breathed, her head shooting back as the vibration
rocked her body. Her legs quivered, then wrapped around the massive sex
toy. She mewled slightly as Iris ground it slowly into her, and she
practically cried out in frustration as Iris flicked the “off” switch,
leaving her on the edge of orgasm.
“Beg,” Iris said, her enormous face looming over the helpless
tiny woman. “Beg me to be my doll forever and I’ll turn it back on!”
“PLEASE TURN IT BACK ON!” Kelly squealed. She ground her hips
against it eagerly, hoping the cruel giant overhead would take the hint.
“Come on Kelly,” Iris giggled, flicking the switch back on, “you
know what I want to hear…” She savored the grunt of surprise and then
the slow moan as the vibrations began their work on Kelly again, then,
biting her lip, she flicked it to a higher setting.
“FUCK!” Kelly cried. She started to squirm, but Iris just
brought her free hand down, pinning the doll sized woman in place while
she continued the “torture.”
“You know Kelly, there’s one more setting on this thing,” Iris
said, gliding it slowly over Kelly’s crotch, “but with your tiny size… I
don’t know, I think it would melt your brain or something.”
“D-DO IT!” Kelly begged.
“Who’s doll are you?” Iris asked gleefully.
“YOURS! I’M YOURS, I’M IRIS’S DOLLY!” With a giggle Iris flicked
the vibrator to the final setting, and Kelly squeaked as pleasure
overwhelmed her. Iris released her grip on the writhing Kelly, watching
as her eyes glazed and her back spasmed under the force of the most
powerful orgasm the tiny woman had ever had. The mix of moans and cries
of pleasure reached a crescendo as Iris looked on, spellbound. Finally
she slowly lifted the still buzzing sex toy away, gently flicking it off
with her thumb.
“Uh, Kelly?” she asked hesitantly, “are you… alive?”
“Hmm?” Kelly murmured, her eyes fluttering, “yeah… I’m still
here.” She blinked a few more times, her heartbeat slowly returning to
normal as the flush left her face. “T-That was… that was pretty
intense,” she giggled.
“Sorry,” Iris said sheepishly.
“Don’t be,” Kelly insisted. “That was... amazing.” She tried to
sit up, but just flopped over pathetically, her muscles having been
reduced to jelly.
“Let me help you,” Iris said, reaching down to pick her up
again. She couldn’t help but chuckle as Kelly rolled limply in her grip.
“Well, now we know what happens when you use a full-size vibrator on a
three inch girl.”
“What an experiment,” Kelly groaned, “a finding for the ages… I’m going to need a minute before we do anything else.”
“Just rest,” Iris said, snuggling her close as she leaned back on the bed.
Kelly sank into the warmth of Iris’s ample chest, enjoying the
soft feeling of the giant’s fingers around her. She felt warm, excited
almost, and not just because of the wave of pleasure that had washed
over her minutes before.
I did it,
she thought, fighting the urge to giggle,
I’m… I’m still me.
“Something funny?” Iris asked. She ran the pad of her finger down Kelly’s hair, enjoying how fine and soft it was at that size.
“Nah, I’m just… happy we got to do this again,” Kelly said.
“I was worried too,” Iris admitted, staring at the ceiling a moment, “that it wouldn’t be the same…”
Kelly started, realizing that Iris had held all the same
reservations and fears she’d had, “Well…” she grinned, “I’ll always feel
safe with you Iris, thanks, for everything.”
“You’re going to make me choke up,” Iris laughed, blinking before her eyes got too misty.
“Hey, enough sad stuff,” Kelly piped up, grunting as she forced
her way out of Iris’s grip. She cried out in surprise a moment as she
tumbled down the other girl’s front, bouncing down to the bed again. She
picked herself up, looking up at Iris excitedly, “I want to do
something…
daring.
”
…
Kelly giggled, looking down at the tiny string bikini she’d
ordered off the internet. As she lounged in the martini glass she looked
almost like she was on vacation, lounging in a hotel hot tub. Iris
loomed over her, nervously using a cocktail straw to stir the drink
while Kelly relaxed in it.
“Are you
sure
you’re ready for this?” Iris asked hesitantly, checking her phone for the drink recipe.
Kelly sighed, “Yeah… I’m feeling great, honestly!”
“That’s probably because you’re floating around in a tub of
whiskey and this stuff,” Iris said, sloshing the small bottle of Old
Fashioned mix. She set the bottle down and picked up the glass, swirling
it slightly and causing a buzzed Kelly to shift with the “tide”. They
made eye contact for a moment, and in spite of everything both of them
were barely containing giggles.
“Come on, I’m waiting!” Kelly teased.
Iris slowly tilted the glass, bringing it to her lips. The harsh
taste of the alcohol stung her tastebuds in spite of the sugary syrup
of the cocktail, but as Kelly’s tiny form crashed into her lips the
familiar sweet cherry flavor drowned both of them out. She pulled the
glass away, licking her lips suggestively while Kelly just waded back to
the other side of the glass.
“Well?” she teased, “how is it?”
“You are just the perfect little cocktail cherry,” Iris said in a
husky voice. She swirled the glass again, throwing Kelly off balance
and causing the tiny woman to laugh as she splashed around. “I could
just…” she stopped herself, not wanting to say it out loud.
“Do it,” Kelly said, shocking her.
Iris cleared her throat a minute, “T-That’s maybe not a good-“
“Just do it,” Kelly said, leaning over the side of the glass, “come on, I’m literally begging for it!”
Iris chewed her lip a moment, then grinned. The glass came to
her mouth once again, tilting and sliding Kelly past her parted lips.
Kelly felt her heart leap for a moment as she was drawn by the flowing
liquid into the gaping cavern of Iris’s mouth, but their eyes made
contact one final time before she slipped in, and she felt herself
relax.
Iris’s heart fluttered, and she gingerly used her tongue to
explore the tiny girl’s body, forcing her against the side of her cheek.
The waves of cherry flavor coming off Kelly as she slowly licked the
drink off her caused the redhead to moan, savoring the sensation as she
felt her own arousal build.
Kelly panted, blinking in the humid darkness as she felt her
lover’s tongue find its way down between her legs, where she knew her
flavor was strongest. A distant part of her felt like she should be
terrified to be in this situation again, but another part of her knew it
was Iris, and instead of a scream of terror a long low growl escaped
her lips as a tongue the size of her body forced her legs apart.
Iris could dimly hear Kelly’s moans of pleasure, and she kept
going. Slowly she walked across the room, eventually falling onto her
bed and letting her hand drift down into her own pants. Kelly gasped one
final time as she was brought over the edge, and the powerful sweet
cherry taste filled her mouth. Kelly writhed in pleasure as the saliva
pooled around her, and sighed one final time as she was pulled to the
back of Iris’s throat, then squeezed from all sides as she was sent
down.
“Kelly!” Iris panted, rubbing herself furiously as she came to
the feeling of the tiny woman slipping down her throat. There was the
slightest bit of squirming, then she could feel a quiet *thump* as Kelly
splashed down into her stomach. She lay there a minute, a mix of shock
and excitement taking over from her receding lust as she realized what
had happened.
I did it,
she thought, blinking. She sat up, suddenly panicking,
Oh god I did it!
“H-Hang on Kelly!” she said, racing to the bathroom. She threw
open the medicine cabinet, her hands shaking as she unscrewed the lid on
a bottle of antacids.
Kelly just sat in her stomach, fighting laughter. Somehow the
fact that Iris was more scared than she was just tickled her. With a
sigh she closed her eyes, putting her hands behind her head and waiting
for her “rescue.”
…
“So you’re not mad at me?” Iris asked nervously. Kelly was in a
tiny nightgown, sitting in front of Iris’s movie theater-sized laptop
while Iris gently brought a tiny brush down through her hair.
“No,” Kelly giggled, enjoying the sensation of the brush, “I told you, I literally asked for it.”
“It wasn’t too scary?” Iris asked, chewing her lip.
“A little,” Kelly admitted, “but… knowing it was you… well I
just couldn’t get myself upset.” She shrugged and turned around, smiling
broadly “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
“Well, I didn’t steal your boyfriend,” Iris joked, “but… yeah, it was fun. Thanks for letting me do that with you.”
“Am I the best tasting tiny ever or what?” Kelly asked, smirking at Iris’s blush.
“Yep,” Iris said, bringing her hand down and gently prodding
Kelly, calling her to fall over with a giggle, “the perfect little
cherry on top of anything…”
…
Neither Iris nor Kelly were big shoppers, so Black Friday
morning was spent sleeping in. Still, as the day went on and the two
girls roused themselves, an online ad popping up on Iris’s phone managed
to get the pair out of the house.
“Are you sure you want to leave?” Iris asked, lowering Kelly into her purse.
“I’ll be fine in your purse,” she insisted, “honestly it’s way more comfortable than walking around at full size.”
“Really?” Iris laughed, “well if you insist. She dropped the
tiny girl, who landed with a squeak. Iris snapped her purse shut a
moment later.
By the time Iris and Kelly reached the mall most of the crowds
of shoppers had dispersed, the maddened rush of the morning giving way
to the doldrums of a late fall afternoon. As they reached the “Small
World” outlet in the mall Iris withdrew the tiny woman, showing her the
array of clothing that had gone on sale that day as a special.
“Look at this!” Iris exclaimed, lowering Kelly onto a shelf full of tiny mannequins.
Kelly rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh as she took in the
thematic green and red elf outfits, “I don’t know about these, when
would I even wear something like this?”
“Christmas parties?” Iris said hopefully.
“Wouldn’t I just go at full size?” she quipped, crossing her arms.
“Well, yeah, but…” Iris sighed, “look, it’s just really
really
cute Kelly, can we please get it?
Please!?”
Kelly raised an eyebrow, then a grin teased the corner of her
mouth, “Fine,” she agreed, “but if I agree to wear this thing you have
to go over to Victoria’s secret and get one of those sexy negligee
outfits.”
Iris’s face went red, and she looked down at her body. She
licked her lips and shifted uneasily, not sure exactly how to turn Kelly
down.
“I uh… don’t really have the physique for those-“
“Yeah you do,” Kelly said, crossing her arms and staring down,
“if your girlfriend says you have the figure for sexy clothes, then you
do.”
“Girlfriend?” Iris squeaked.
“The label seems appropriate,” Kelly said, turning back to the
row of three inch mannequins. She saw an attendant walking by and
started jumping up and down, waving her arms for attention. “Hey! I need
someone to box me up a set of these!” she said, pointing at the elf
costume.
…
Thanksgiving weekend passed like a dream, and the blurred
Christmas lights going up around town in the soft drizzle looked like
cotton balls through the wet window of Quinn’s apartment. For her part
Quinn had put up a tiny Christmas tree on her kitchen counter, a festive
gesture to welcome her friends back to her place for the Sunday closing
the holiday out.
Kelly was back at full size, the previous days spent small
having allowed her to wear her Nullifier again. This time she wore it on
her wrist, forgoing her usual practice of hiding it on her ankle under
long pants. Somehow, it seemed a little silly to hide it among her
friends.
She turned away from the window to see Quinn and Derrick,
snuggled together on the loveseat as the pale girl flipped the TV on.
Iris had readied her a plate of pizza while she’d been staring out the
window, and with a smile beckoned her to the larger of the two couches.
With a thankful nod she joined her friends, settling in under one of the
living room’s throw blankets as Quinn selected their movie for the
night.
“I’m thinking of something seasonal,” Quinn mused, flipping through the options.
“Home Alone?” Iris asked.
“One of the Christmas Carol adaptations?” Kelly suggested.
“Black Christmas!” Quinn said wickedly, causing all of them to groan.
“Quinn come on,” Derrick laughed, “
one
movie full of holiday cheer won’t kill you.”
“Fine,” Quinn groaned. She tossed the remote to Kelly, who caught it reflexively.
“Well,” Iris asked, “what are we watching Kelly?”
Kelly thought a moment, then smiled as she typed in one of her
favorites, an old classic, into the search bar. With a contented sigh
she leaned back on the couch, surrounded by friends, as the opening
credits of
It’s a Wonderful Life
began to play.