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The story of a young assistant who becomes his female boss' toyboy. 

My name is Melissa Cavern. I am the CEO of a significant international company.

Like every woman, my desires have boiled over like a pot since the Goddess of Love gave us the power to shrink men but grew our sex drives
at the same time. Some women have simply abandoned themselves to their desires, chasing down as many men as possible and shrinking them down to
fit into their bras and panties. I couldn't do that. I had a company with four billion dollars in annual revenues. I have responsibilities to our
shareholders and employees, even if some of them are now no bigger than my thumb. I am divorced, so I didn't have a husband to shrink.

Fortunately, before I even realized the Rebalancing of Sexes was going on, I found someone to satisfy my needs, and enable me to take full advantage
of the changes brought by the Goddess of Love. That is such an inadequate description of what he does for me.

His name is Zachary. Usually he's two inches tall... three if I'm feeling sexy... six or seven if I am horny.

He was a strapping six foot two when I first saw him in the office. He was a 21-year-old intern, with chestnut colored hair and green eyes. I had
paid no attention to him, until my needs stirred inside me. I saw him one day as I walked into my office. Before that moment, I had always
looked for a man who could be more powerful than me, at least in the physical sense. At that moment, I licked my lips and felt like that proverbial
cougar, eyeing my prey. I had no idea how the lust building inside me would change Zachary.

I looked him straight in the eye, and started to flirt with him. Looking back, my flirting language and my body language clearly displayed power.
I told him I could take him 'under my wing' and show him things 'on the inside.' (Unconscious foreshadowing; surely the Goddess made me say that).
I walked off and put my mind on my work all day, but when I left work he was still there. Something was pushing me, shoving me toward him. I had to have
Zachary inside me. I just didn't know how much of him I'd take inside me.

I grabbed him by the hand and took him to my apartment. He was inexperienced but thank goodness, well-endowed and quite horny. Of course, that
endowment was due to be resized. Nonetheless, I was quite surprised by what I saw through a haze of sexual afterglow.

I had Zachary beneath me and was riding him. His arms and hands were fighting for control, but I insisted on maintaining my pace. Just when he seemed to
fill me up, his cock seemed to retreat away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him falling away beneath me. It took me a moment to realize that strapping
young Zachary was shrinking away from me. By the time I was able to focus again, Zachary was a two inch tall toy beneath my pussy.

I swear, my mind was racing. How did this happen? Am I liable? How much will it cost to keep him out of court? Could I get caught if I just flushed
him down the toilet? Then I saw him move and stand up.

Honestly, I think at that moment I began thinking dirty, the way men think, with their minds on sex every second. (As opposed to every minute with
us girls.) I believe it's just a function of ripening into my mid thirties. I'm a full flowered woman with wonderfully soft curves, and I feel powerful.
Being thirty times the size of a tall young man made me feel even more so.

Then I looked down and saw tiny Zachary look up at me. He had climbed on top of his clothes and was looking up from the elastic on his boxers.
I bent down and brought my face to his body. He was naked, holding his hands over his tiny manhood, blushing. I swear he sounded like he was
giggling. As terrifying as I must seem to him, something inside his tiny body is making him behave coyly. His eyes dart at me, then look away.

I parted my lips and whispered to him. "I want you to make me come!"

He shouted back at me, although it sounded like a tiny whisper. "I want to make you come!"

I was surprised at how quickly Zachary figured out the best pace for kissing my labiae, using his body, moving up and down to tickle my pussy lips.
I gasped when his tiny face pressed into my clitoris while his arms clung to my labia minora. I would have come right there had I not decided to press
things a little farther. I used my finger to coax him inside me. He fought to cling to my clit and then slid inside. I felt him press against my walls, then fade away.
I thought i had lost him, until I felt caresses on my G-spot. My pussy couldn't take any more.I pulsed with joy inside, as I pushed all that Zachary was, out of me.

Now, I feel that I am many women, enjoying Zachary in so many ways. He is the boyfriend of my vagina, my clitoris, my backdoor (what a wonderful thing the
Goddess did when she gave us a new, smaller vagina!), my mouth, my neck and my feet.

My fears were washed away when I saw the Goddess of Love on TV explaining the new world.

Zachary is such a good little toy, he's helped me closed a few deals. I'll spare you the details, but imagine two women becoming so close
that they share sex toys with each other. It seems every business relationship between women has become a sexual relationship, and it seems
that's just the way the Goddess wanted it.

Zachary worships me, and as the more experienced partner, I adore his worship.


I live most days and nights, next to a big pussy.

Sometimes I think the big pussy is me. More about that later.

My name is Zachary. I'm 24 years old and usually i'm two or three inches tall, unless I'm filling up my mistress, Melissa. Then I'm about seven
and a half inches tall.

Mistress Melissa is the CEO of a major international company. She's about 36 years old. We met three years ago, when the Rebalancing of Sexes began.

I had just turned 21 and the Goddess of Love had declared that any male without a wife or girlfriend was fair game. I was on a summer internship at
Melissa's company, in her office.

The morning before the Goddess made her big announcement, I remember how Melissa arrived at work. Back then, she was Ms. Cavern to me. She had never
paid any attention to me before, but on that day she looked me straight in the eye. Then she flirted with me in a very suggestive way. "I'd love to
take you under my wing and show you how things work on the inside." We both laugh because it was an even truer innuendo than we thought back then.

This was the most attention any female of any age who was not my mother had given me, ever. It was different, for sure.

By the end of the day she was trying to talk me into going back to her penthouse apartment. I kept trying to put her off... I was going to go out that
night. (Imagine who could have shrunk me in a bar!) Ms. Cavern took me by the hand, looked me in the eye and said, "you are coming with me, baby."
She grabbed my arm and walked me out. At that point, I could have resisted her, but something inside told me not to.

We got to her place. She walked me into her living room and closed the door. Then she stripped down to black bra and panties in no time. She said,
"I feel like there's a huge hollow place inside me, and it's telling me to take you to fill it."

I was totally, totally not ready for what followed. She mounted little me, and I felt all the ecstasy of hot sex. Her thrusts onto my member seemed to
get more and more powerful, slamming her hips harder and harder onto the base of my cock. I came in no time, and then I started shrinking.

This was hours before the Goddess made her speech, so I had no idea what was going to happen.

When Mistress Melissa looked into my eyes, they looked so hungry. I thought she was going to eat me. But then I recognized the hunger was
something else. I felt her eyes looking through me. I felt objectified. I felt like a sex object. I felt her lusting after me. To be honest,
it felt good. Girls are used to being stared at. This was a whole new experience for me.

Finally she said she wanted me to make her come. I told her I wanted to.

Sex is so different now that us guys are small. Pussy is a great adventure. It's likely every wild amusement park ride, every drug, every fast car,
all rolled into one. I'm really glad Melissa is older than I am. A woman my own age might just forget about everything and drown me in her honey or
squeeze me to death or something.

As if Melissa's pussy wasn't enough, I get to make love to her backdoor. I never thought getting squeezed between two ass cheeks could be so hot.

As if Melissa's body wasn't enough, she carries me in her purse and uses me as her "closer" when she's hiring or dealing.

Like a lot of men, I used to dsecribe myself as Big Me and my manhood as Little Me. Now I am Little Me. My mistress calls me "Cockman." I am. I love it. She makes me blush when she says that. All over. She doesn't let me wear clothes. 

They used to say "beside every great men is a great woman." Now they say "inside every great woman is a great little man." I know Mistress Melissa
is great. I hope she thinks the same of me.

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