Chapter 3 - Closed Hearts Open 
Deborah went into her closet and looked through her collection of dresses. She chuckled a bit as she did, thinking how nice it was that a man was interested in her, even if he was half her height. Taking a few dresses, she looked at herself in the mirror with each one trying to decide which one to wear. Looking at herself, she thought about what he said about how other women would kill to have what she had. There was no doubt the she was in good shape, running four to five miles every other day.  Her facial features had near perfect symmetry combined with beautifully colored hazel eyes. Her long chestnut hair looked great any way she chose to wear it. The only person that thought she didn't look like a model was her. It just never factored into her thinking. 
 
She turned left and right, looking at her butt and legs in the mirror. The tight shorts she was wearing didn't have the slightest ripple. She had a flat stomach and thirty-four C breasts. At five foot-ten, she was almost perfect. She felt a knot in her stomach and said to herself “Maybe he's right.” Nevertheless, she was feeling very feminine and very confident about her appearance. 
 
Carlos was not the type of man that she would have ever thought of being with. He was an okay looking guy, but usually went days unshaven and didn't seem to really care about his appearance all that much. But what had turned her off up to now, was his macho attitude. As to be expected, she was not about looks. It's what was on the inside that mattered and she was definitely feeling something. 
 
Deciding on a print dress, she pulled off her shirt, then pulled down her shorts, letting them fall to her ankles. Stepping out of the shorts and into the dress, she pulled it up over her smooth hips and then up and over her wide, straight shoulders. She picked up a pair of pink panties, but tossed them aside after thinking about it for a few seconds. Twirling around a few times, she adjusted the dress to fit perfectly. Looking down at her feet, she smirked and said “I have to admit the little guy did a great job.”
 
After waiting for ten minutes, Carlos went to see where she was. Approaching the door to her bedroom, he could hear Stay by Rihanna playing. Tip-toeing to the door frame, he peered inside and just froze. His heart pounded at the sight of Deborah singing along with the song as she twirled with the music. She was wearing a print dress that hung just above her knees. She held the pleats in her hands as she continued to stride across the room. Carlos felt like he was going to melt. He didn't want her to see him looking at her, but he just couldn't tear himself away. 
 
He stumbled over his own feet and fell down. He got up quickly and tried to make an exit before she saw him. “It's okay.” he heard her say. He looked over to see her standing there. His heart skipped a beat. She had her hair down and was standing in the middle of the room. Taking her hair and pulling it around her neck, she let it fall across her right breast. She bent her right knee and slid her bare foot back and forth along the hardwood floor a few times. “Is it because of the shrinking?” he thought to himself. “She has to be the most beautiful, most incredible...Oh man.....my heart is beating so fast.” He stood with his mouth agape, trying to make sense of what his senses were telling him. “Are you talking to me Carlos?” she questioned. “What?” he blurted out. “Oh man....Did I just say that out loud. I didn't mean to....I....” 
“That's okay.” she interrupted him. “I can take a complement.” 
“Oh...I forgot....” she said, darting off into her closet. “I bought these for a wedding a few years ago.....” she continued, her voice trailing off. 
 
He heard her talking in the closet about the wedding she went to, but he wasn't really registering anything she was saying. She emerged from the closet wearing black spike heeled sandals. She stood in the doorway and let him get a good look at her. Carlos felt his throat go dry as she started to take slow, deliberate steps toward where he was standing. Her heels raised her height by a good 5 and a half inches and accentuated her beautifully shaped legs. Carlos walked to his right across the doorway to the wall opposite Deborah, not taking his eyes off her. She had a bit of a mischievous smile as she got closer to him. Looking down at him from her now, six-foot-three height, a feeling of power washed over her. She stopped about a foot away and looked straight down past her breasts at him. Carlos' mouth was agape, taking in her sheer size and incredible beauty. At three feet tall, he was eye level with her hips, but her heels brought that down to her crotch. Staring straight ahead, he could see through her print dress that she was not wearing any underwear. He took a step back, right into the wall, then moved to his right. Deborah put her hands on the wall and bent her knee, stopping him in his tracks. Looking straight up, he saw her angelic face surrounded by her long brown hair. Feeling very intimidated by her size and her actions, he moved to his right, but was stopped by her left knee. “Don't be scared.” he heard her say as she stepped closer, her legs closer, almost touching him. Her hands moved down to her sides and she grabbed her dress with her long fingers. Tugging on her dress, she raised up her legs, then a final tug exposed her naked crotch. Carlos swallowed and tried to moistened his dry lips. He didn't expect this from Deborah. Not a hour earlier, she just about kicked him out of her apartment. Now, he was facing her beautiful womanhood, not sure what his next move was. Deborah made the first move, making it abundantly clear what her intentions were. Her right hand snaked behind his head, cupping his skull in her palm. She guided his head gently forward into her triangle.  
 
Carlos was shocked and frightened by what was happening. He put his hands on her legs and resisted her. Letting his head go, she took a step back. He stumbled and feel to his knees, staring at her two large feet in her black sandals. Her perfectly manicured, deep burgundy toenails gleamed in the room's light.  Looking up at her face, he felt so small. Deborah had the opposite reaction. She felt so tall and so in charge of the situation, which was quite uncharted territory for her. He looked so scared however, and this was not the situation she wanted him to be in. She had very strong morals and ethics and would not let herself be anything less than compassionate and caring. The events had been thrust upon them and she was not about to take advantage of another human being that was in such a vulnerable situation.
 
Deborah dropped her her knees and took his head in her large hands. She pulled him in between her firm breasts and passionately kissed him. Her large tongue darted in and out of his mouth causing him to slump in her arms. His legs were like jelly. Her right arm lowered behind him to stop him from falling down. Positioning her forearm under his butt, she lifted him up as she got up on on knee, then she stood up. His small feet dangled at her waist. Still lip-locked, she walked to the bed. Lowering him slightly, she dropped him down to the mattress then proceeded the pull off her dress. Carlos stared up at her in disbelief at her beautiful breasts. “You must have been sent from heaven.” he blurted out. Deborah smiled down at him as she pulled her hair back then put her right knee on the mattress. Carlos got up on his elbows and scurried back into the centre of the bed. “I'm scared.” he said. “I don't know why, but I'm scared.”
 
Deborah put her hands down on either side of him and leaned down. She whispered into his ear, “Just relax. There's nothing to be afraid of.” 
“I'mmm.....I'mmm trying.” he stammered, his heart racing. “W..ww...what are you going to do?” 
Her head lifted and she looked right into his eyes and said “I'm going to give you the fuck of your life.” 
Carlos was short of breath and he started shaking. “Oh no.” he blurted out, feeling a burning sensation in his legs. “Not so fast.” she said, placing her palm on his chest. “Just take it easy, I don't want you getting smaller.” She gently rubbed he chest, bringing his heart rate down and thwarting the start of the shrinking process. Her head lowered to his chest and she planted kisses, one by one across is entire front. Carlos trembled, feeling her hand slid up his small leg. He instinctively closed his legs, but it took little effort for Deborah to spread them back apart. She caressed his small manhood between the tips of her fingers as she continued to kiss him. Carlos was putty in her hands. Her touch was sensational. Her breasts slid up his chest as she moved over him. Lowering herself chest down on top of him, she let her weight sink him into the mattress. Carlos put his small hands on her sides and tried to push her off, but she was quite a lot heavier than he was in his reduced state. 
 
She lifted herself and looked down at him. He looked so terrified. “Are you okay?” she asked, but all she got was a nod. Lifting herself onto the balls of her feet, she moved directly over him, holding herself up. Carlos gazed at her smooth belly and her beautiful breasts. Her long body hovered over him in all it's glory. He thought of moving out from under her, but it was as if she sensed that and lowered herself down on top of him. His legs were sandwiched between her smooth thighs, followed by her mid-section, then her breasts landed on either side of his head. She relaxed her muscles and let her long slender body completely immobilize him. The feeling of her skin on his was electric. She could fee his rock hard member against her. Spreading her legs, she used her knees to stabilize herself as she slid her breasts down his chest, making sure to keep him pinned under her.  
 
Her long fingers slid underneath his butt and lifted him towards her crotch. He thrust his hips as she guided him inside her. In his reduced state, he was going to have to make a big effort to make anything happen. Deborah was breathing a little heavier, but she knew he was going to need her help. He gasped as her body flipped over with him still inside her. She lay on her back, knees up and her small lover between her legs.   
 
Deborah's hands clenched his small butt cheeks and he felt her push him farther inside her. She continued to lift him slightly and then ram him back in, a little harder each time. Carlos clutched helplessly at her sides. She rammed him into her faster and faster, gyrating her pelvis to get him just in the right spot. The all too familiar burning started in his extremities as his started to contract. Deborah yelled out “That's it!” as she rammed him as fast as she could. He was shrinking and soon, would be too small. She screamed out in ecstasy as she came. She held him against her and arched her back. Feeling him shrink against her made it all the more intense. As her orgasm subsided, she could feel him draped across her pelvis. His head lay just below her belly button. She lifted her knees and closed her legs around his eighteen inch frame. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she wiped her forehead. “That was incredible!” 
 
She kept him between her legs for a good 10 minutes. The feeling of power and control was electrifying. Finally, she spread her legs and looked down her body at his little head resting on her belly. “He's so small.” she said to herself. “I can't believe I just used him like that.”  lot heavier than he was in his reduced state.

She lifted herself and looked down at him. He looked so terrified. “Are you okay?” she asked, but all she got was a nod. Lifting herself onto the balls of her feet, she moved directly over him, holding herself up. Carlos gazed at her smooth belly and her beautiful breasts. Her long body hovered over him in all it's glory. He thought of moving out from under her, but it was as if she sensed that and lowered herself down on top of him. His legs were sandwiched between her smooth thighs, followed by her mid-section, then her breasts landed on either side of his head. She relaxed her muscles and let her long slender body completely immobilize him. The feeling of her skin on his was electric. She could fee his rock hard member against her. Spreading her legs, she used her knees to stabalize herself as she slid her breasts down his chest, making sure to keep him pinned under her. 

Her long fingers slid underneath his butt and lifted him towards her crotch. He thrust his hips as she guided him inside her. In his reduced state, he was going to have to make a big effort to make anything happen. Deborah was breathing a little heavier, but she knew he was going to need her help. He gasped as her body flipped over with him still inside her. She lay on her back, knees up and her small lover between her legs.  

Deborah's hands clenched his small butt cheeks and he felt her push him farther inside her. She continued to lift him slightly and then ram him back in, a little harder each time. Carlos clutched helplessly at her sides. She rammed him into her faster and faster, gyrating her pelvis to get him just in the right spot. The all too familiar burning started in his extremities as his started to contract. Deborah yelled out “That's it!” as she rammed him as fast as she could. He was shrinking and soon, would be too small. She screamed out in ecstasy as she came. She held him against her and arched her back. Feeling him shrink against her made it all the more intense. As her orgasm subsided, she could feel him draped across her pelvis. His head lay just below her belly button. She lifted her knees and closed her legs around his eighteen inch frame. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she wiped her forehead. “That was incredible!”

She kept him between her legs for a good 10 minutes. The feeling of power and control was electrifying. Finally, she spread her legs and looked down her body at his little head resting on her belly. “He's so small.” she said to herself feeing quite terrible. “I can't believe I just used him like that.”