Chris sighed heavily as he entered the office. He would have liked to stay home, but his boss asked him to come in on a Saturday to catch up on some work. "I'll hit the gym as soon as I'm done here," he thought. "At least then it'll have been a productive day."

Chris had an athletic build, muscular but not huge, lean but not skinny. Unfortunately for him, event at 32 years old he stood at a whopping 5'6" tall, so he was never very successful when it came to dating. He had had a few girlfriends here and there, but none that shared the multitude of kinks he had always been interested in.

He was walking down the long hallway towards his office when he heard something coming from inside. "That's odd," he thought, "no one else is supposed to be here.

He opened his office door and saw his boss's new secretary, Sierra, sitting at his desk, her hand on the computer mouse. She looked up smiled, still clicking at something on the screen.

Sierra was what any man would describe as gorgeous. 28 years old, long, flowing brunette hair, beautiful blue-ish green eyes, freckles dotting her cheeks and her cute nose. She had an amazing body, with ample breasts, toned arms and long, athletic legs. Chris had overheard she played volleyball in college, and it definitely showed. She was maybe an inch or two taller than Chris, but seemed to tower over him in the black, peep-toe heels she wore daily.

What brings you here?" She asked, her voice noticeably more sultry than normal. "Me?" Chris replied, "Why are you in my office on a Saturday?" He smiled teasingly. Sierra stood up, walked around the desk and sat on the edge, crossing her feet at the ankle. Chris couldn't help but notice she had on the same sexy heels he would always stare at during the work week. They matched well with her grey pencil skirt and white button-up blouse. "Well, to be honest, I was hoping to catch you here." She said coyly. "Oh? And why is that?" Chris said, his amusement turning to genuine confusion. Sierra stood up and walked towards him, standing inches away from him.

She had a habit of standing close to him when they talked at work, constantly brushing her hair out of her face as if to accentuate how far she had to look down. He had never been a very tall guy but she had a knack for making him feel tiny.

"It has to do with what I found on your computer, Chris. You left it open the other day and I couldn't help but look at your browser history. In fact," she said, now whispering, "I found even more of it just now." She gestured towards his computer. "You really shouldn't be looking at that kind of smut at work, mister." She said the last word with a mocking tone, as if he was a child being chastised.

Chris's heart pounded in his chest and he could feel his face burning, positive it was already bright red. His mind raced, imagining all the things she could have seen on his computer. He cursed himself for not clearing his history sooner. All he could do was look back and forth between her eyes and her pursed, smirking lips.

"Y-you're not going to tell anyone, are you?" He said finally, praying she wouldn't bring up the specific sites she had seen.

"No, I won't," she said reassuringly. "As long as you're a good boy." Her eyes seemed to pierce through him as she continued to stare, biting her lower lip. Chris could now feel his heartbeat in his head, as well as a sudden rush of blood between his legs. "W-what do you mean?" He asked shakily. "Well first of all," she began, her face suddenly hardening, "I want to hear what you like. I want you to tell me all of your dirty fantasies, out loud, or else everyone in the office will find out what you've been looking at behind closed doors." Chris swallowed hard. He could tell she was serious and knew he would never be able to come back to work if his search history was revealed."Ok, I'll tell you, as long as you promise me you won't tell anyone."

A smile returned to her face as she leaned in even closer. "I've got you wrapped around my little finger, so I don't think you're in any position to make demands. Now, have a seat. And start with the dickgirls."

Chris's eyes widened. He took a deep breath and sat down as Sierra returned to sitting on the edge of his desk. "I-" was all he managed to say before his voice caught in his throat. "I like futanari women. Women with cocks." He tried to avoid her eyes, but he didnt want to be caught looking at her tantalizing body either. "I've always fantasized about being a tall futanari's submissive plaything." His face burned as he met her eyes again. To his surprise, she was smiling. "Go on." She said. "You like the girls who are fucking you to be tall, huh?"

Chris cleared his throat. He was about to continue when he noticed Sierra's skirt was a little tighter. Was it his imagination or was there a bulge in the middle that wasn't there before?

"Well?" She said sternly. Chris regained his thoughts. "I like tall women. Very tall. Amazons, giantesses, anything. To be honest, I'd love to be shrunken by a woman and taken back home with her." He surprised himself at how honest he was being. He barely noticed that his feet didn't touch the floor anymore.

"We can stop there for now" Sierra said, once again standing up and stepping forward. "I have a secret for you, Chris. Not only do I enjoy those things as well, I also have the -unique- ability to make other people's fantasies come true." She stepped even closer to him. He was sure he could see a bulge in her skirt now. What was more surprising was how far he had to look up to see her face now. He looked down and saw his legs rapidly getting shorter and shorter. He quickly stood on the chair he was once sitting on and realized he was now only up to Sierra's waistline. He couldn't have been more than two feet tall.

She watched and smiled delightedly as Chris was realizing the magniutude of the situation. "You know, I've always thought you were cute, but now you're just adorable." Chris felt a familiar rush of blood between his legs as she teased him. "Say it, little man. Say those magical words."

"W-what are you going to do to me?" He asked, his voice shaking. Sierra moved her hands to her waist and began pulling down her skirt. "Mmmmm that's it. I love it when they say that."

He watched as she removed her skirt, stepping out of it with her heels. The pink, lacy panties that hugged her soft hips in front of him were now noticeably bulged in front, and he was pretty sure of what was coming next. Sierra moved her panties to the side and pulled out a semi-erect futa-cock and pair of large, hairless balls. Chris couldn't help but stare at them, his own cock now hardening at an alarming rate. She held the shaft loosely in her hand, her dark-blue painted fingernails adding a feminine touch to what Chris thought was somehow an already feminine cock.

"Do you like what you see, little guy?" She said, swaying her meat left and right. "This is your fantasy after all." "Now, strip down and get started, I have -lots- of ideas for how I'm going to play with you."

Chris immediately stripped down, his now tiny cock springing out of his pants. He stepped forward on the chair and placed his hands on her cock, feeling it's substantial weight. "Good boy" she cooed from up above. He started rubbing and kissing her comparedly massive futa cock, feeling its warmth against his torso. He stroked it with one arm and used the other to bring one of her balls forward, pressing his face into and kissing and licking it passionately. It smelled of sex, and skin, and sweat. He was quickly becoming lost in the moment as he worshipped this gorgeous, athletic girl's throbbing cock.

Sierra was soon fully erect and breathing heavily. "You've done such a good job at getting me hard, toy. I think you deserve a reward." Before he could react, she picked him up, turned around, and set the shrunken, naked man on his desk. "Hmmm, I think you need to be a little smaller for this activity." She snapped her fingers and he shrunk once more. Now barely 12 inches tall, he was utterly helpless as she pushed him onto his back with her hand and laid her warm, thick, 10-inch shecock on top of him. She pressed the tip against his face, which immediately was covered in pre-cum. "Do you like the taste, Chris? This is everything you've fantasized about. You're being a good little slut for my girl-cock, aren't you?" Without answering, he hastily licked the tip of her dick, swallowing her salty juices. She pulled her cock back and forth along his torso, coating it in a slick film of pre. She continued thrusting back and forth along his muscular form, her cock pulsing as she enjoyed his physique's naturally ribbed surface. She slid her slender fingers under his body and pinned it to her cock with her thumb as she used him to jerk herself off. He could feel every pulse and throb as she got closer to orgasm. She groaned quietly, then slowly built into a louder, lust-filled moan. "Look me in the eyes, pet. I want to see your pathetic face covered in my cum." He looked up at her and thought about the cute brunette he had met only a few days prior. He had imagined doing all sorts of depraved sex acts with her, but never could have guessed she would be pinning his shrunken body to her futa cock as she jerked off. With a loud exhale, she blew her load, unleashing pump after pump of cum onto him. His entire face was covered in an instant. She set him down as she continued to stroke herself, aiming her spunk at the rest of his naked torso. She breathed heavily as the last few spurts covered her boy toy, his tiny prick still rock hard and now dripping with her white ejaculate.

Chris laid motionless in the sticky puddle on his desk. He had never felt more humiliated in his life, nor as turned on. Sierra brushed her hair back and leaned down, so her face was inches from Chris. "Have fun, my little plaything?" She asked. Chris nodded his head yes. Sierra smiled and stood back up. "Well let's get you cleaned up, mister. There's a lot more fun to be had when we get back to my place." 

She winked and walked out of the room, returning with damp paper towels and a roll of tape. She gently wiped him down, paying special attention to his throbbing cock. Without speaking, she pulled off a few strips of tape and quickly bound his ankles, followed by his wrists, which were behind his back.

"Why are you tying me up?" He asked, not sure if he wanted an answer.

"I can't have you running off on me, now can I?" She said teasingly. "I'm not sure if you're ready for my type of punishments yet. Plus, you look cute all helpess and erect." She picked him up and dropped him into her open, satin-lined purse. He watched from inside as she stripped off her panties, which had been slightly dampened with pre-cum, and drop them into the purse on top of him. Once again his nostrils filled with the scent of sweat and sex. "A little gift for you to enjoy on the drive home." She said. "I know you didn't get to cum yet and I want to keep you nice and hard for our next activity."

Sierra walked out of the building with her purse over her shoulder, Chris bound and tucked safely inside. Both of their minds raced with the possibilities to come.