Ryan sighed, pushing the door to his apartment open as he
loosened his tie. It had been a hell of a day, upper management had unrealistic
expectations as always, and trying to get his team to cooperate on the
shoestring budget corporate had set out was nearly impossible.
“Hey Office Space,” Megan giggled, sprawled across his couch
as she played on her phone. He smiled as she lifted her feet, letting him have
a seat next to her. “Rough day again?” He sighed, taking her feet in hand and
beginning to rub them, and Megan sighed happily, stretching in a way that
caused her slight tummy to jiggle and her ample breasts to push upwards as she
arched her back, her brown hair spilling to the floor.
“The worst day since yesterday,” he joked, letting his
fingers slide along the sheer fabric of her pantyhose.
“Aww,” she pouted, “I know what will cheer you up!” she
giggled and wiggled her toes through her nylons. Ryan looked at her eagerly,
and she grinned and nodded. Without any further hesitation he lifted her feet
to his face, sighing contentedly as he took a deep breath.
Megan had found out about his little fetish early on in
their relationship, and it had tickled her pink that he’d loved the smell of
her sweaty feet so much, the smell of her sweaty everything in fact. She loved
indulging him, teasing him and offering to let him bury his face in her socks
after a long shift on her feet. It was weird, to be sure, but it worked for
them.
“Feel better?” she asked with a small smile?
“Almost,” he growled with a grin, shifting his hand under
her and lifting her up, causing her to squeal as he carried her to the bedroom.
She giggled madly as he tossed her on the bed, reaching to
pull her skirt off. Her pantyhose came down next, and he began pulling his own
clothing off in a hurry. Soon he was naked, standing over her as she threw the
last of her clothing to the floor. He smiled as he prepared to enter her, but
her hand came up, stopping him.
“Isn’t there something you should do first?” she
giggled, her hand tracing down between her legs, her fingers slowly twirling
her thick pubic hair. “I forgot to shower this morning before work,” she sighed
with a smirk, “had to wear the same panties as yesterday too… I’m nice and ripe
down there Ry Guy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, he dived for her pussy, his
tongue darting out and parting the forest of brown hair as her musk coated his
face. He moaned happily as he began to work, and Megan moaned, wrapping her
legs around the back of his head and pulling him against her. She sighed,
enjoying his tongue while she giggled at how easy it was to get him to go down
on her.
…
Ryan buttoned up his shirt, frowning at how loose his
sleeves felt, “babe, did you wash my shirt using a different setting or
something?” he asked, buttoning his cuffs as Megan lounged in his bed behind
him.
“Nope,” Megan muttered dreamily, burying herself back in the
blankets.
“Give me a kiss before work?” he asked, shooting her a
smile.
She groaned, but forced herself out of bed, strutting up to
him and planting a kiss on his lips, “I’m going back to bed,” she announced,
diving back for the warmth of the covers.
He chuckled, Megan was almost comically lazy on her days
off. He frowned as he walked to the car, realizing that she hadn’t had to stand
on her tiptoes to kiss him… or had she? He chuckled; he was working too hard.
…
Today after work he went straight to Megan’s apartment, and
he chuckled as he saw the piles of unwashed laundry laying around her living
room. Slowly he started picking them up, tossing them into a nearby laundry
basket.
“Hey,” Megan said, smiling as she sauntered into the living
room. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her shirt was wet
and slightly plastered to her chest, “just getting a little time in on the
treadmill.” She smiled and swayed her hips as she walked over to him, planting
another kiss on his lips and coating his face in the dripping sweat from her
hair.
“Should I go wash up?” she asked with a smirk.
“Hell no,” he breathed, following her as she grabbed his
hand and lead him to her bedroom.
She paused suddenly, her eyes narrowing, “huh…” she let go
of his hand suddenly, walking up to him, looking him in his eyes… looking
him in his eyes. “Are you slouching or something?” she said curiously.
He swallowed nervously, “No!” he rasped, his throat suddenly
dry as he realized that Megan was the same height he was.
Megan chewed her lip a moment, “You’re… smaller.”
“L-Let me call my doctor,” he muttered, reaching for his
phone.
“Do it later,” Megan whined, grabbing his hand and pulling
him to the bedroom. He grunted; she was stronger than she had been…
No, you’re just weaker.
“This is important!” he protested, “people don’t just
shrink-“
“I’ll take you in tomorrow!” Megan said, “let’s just have a
little fun with this! Whatever’s going on will probably be easy to fix and then
we’ll never get to be the same height again!”
He sighed, smiling, “okay fine.”
He let her drag him to the bedroom, but he was surprised
when she shoved him quickly down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and
pinning his arms. She had a smug smile on her face, the sweat still dripping
down her face from her workout.
“You’re a lot easier to handle at this size,” she giggled.
He smirked, gripping her arms and flipping her over easily,
looking down into her eyes, “you were saying?” he said with a grin as she
laughed.
“You better hope you don’t get any smaller Ry-Guy,” Megan
taunted.
…
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” Megan was practically
jumping for joy the next morning as they got ready to go to the doctor.
“Y-You’re-“
“Shorter,” he muttered, looking up slightly at Megan. At
five foot five she now had a good two inches on him, and she seemed ecstatic at
the prospect. His clothes were definitely looser on him now, and the initial
disbelief was giving way to panic. “Megan stop it, this is serious!”
“I’m sorry,” she chuckled, throwing her arms around him and
hugging him tight, “I just… really think you’re cute like this, okay? I’ve
always kind of wondered what it would be like to be the big strong one… I’m
gonna take good care of you, don’t worry!”
He sighed as she led the way down to the car. He couldn’t
but notice the way her ass jiggled as she walked, and he licked his lips,
imagining how much bigger it would be if she sat his face at his new size… or
smaller ones.
…
“Hmm… so you say you’re normally six one?” Dr. Bowman asked,
tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder as she lowered the stadiometer down
to his head, “you’re about five one now… can I see your driver’s license?” With
a sigh Ryan pulled out his wallet, struggling to keep his pants up as he
withdrew his ID and handed it to her, “Huh, yep says six one,” Dr. Bowman said
with a shrug, “I think you’ve got it.”
“He’s got what?” Megan asked uncertainly, clenching her
purse tightly, having Ryan here in the doctor’s office suddenly made the whole
thing seem a little less fun.
“Resizer Syndrome,” Bowman said with a shrug, “he’s going to
keep getting smaller and smaller until he’s just an itty-bitty little guy!” she
grinned, holding her fingers an inch apart in front of his face.
“WHAT!?” Ryan yelped, “y-you mean I’m going to be the size
of a-“
“A bug, a quarter, I mean there’s lots of small stuff,” the
doctor said with a giggle. She saw his terrified expression and bit her lip,
suddenly embarrassed, “okay, well there’s the bad news, the good news it only lasts
about a week, then you’ll start growing back again at about the same rate until
you’re big and tall again!”
Ryan blinked, feeling a sense of relief wash over him, “oh,
thank God, hear that Meg? It’s going to be over in a couple weeks.”
“Until next time, yeah,” Bowman said, jotting down a few
notes on his chart.
“Next time!?” Megan and Ryan exclaimed together.
“Well yeah, it’s a lifelong condition,” Bowman said as if it
was the most obvious thing in the world, “most people with it have a shrinking
cycle lasting two weeks once or twice a year.”
“Fucking beautiful,” Ryan muttered.
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Doctor Bowman said with a smile, “a
lot of people find ways to enjoy it.”
“What could possibly be enjoyable about-“
“Do you have any pamphlets?” Megan asked eagerly.
…
“So obviously you’re going to spend the next week or two at
my place,” Megan said, reaching over to ruffle his hair, “I mean you’ll need
someone to take care of you once you get teeny tiny…”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, still stunned. He usually drove, but
today Megan was, and he couldn’t help but notice that she’d had to adjust the
seat backwards after he’d driven them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll have to
call the office and tell them I’m going remote for a while…”
“I wonder how long you’ll be able to use that little
keyboard?” Megan giggled as they pulled back up to her apartment. She rolled
her eyes at his expression, “oh come on Ryan you’re salaried anyway! They can
live without you for a few days while you explore the endless expanse of the
living room.”
“Y-Yeah, you think that’s safe?” he asked hesitantly, “maybe
you could keep me in like, a jar or something.”
Megan just rolled her eyes and showed him one of the
pamphlets, “it says here that tinies are incredibly durable and require
excessive force to injure, I could probably step on you and you’ll be fine.”
He frowned as he leafed through the pamphlet, showing a
clipart man running from a descending shoe, and then giving a thumbs up in the
next panel. He slowly worked his way through the other pamphlets, reading the
titles and opening them curiously.
Clothing supplies at tiny sizes, he frowned, might
just skip that one… why wear clothes at an inch tall? He sighed, seeing one
that showed a caricature of a tiny man looking out from a perch inside a
woman’s breasts, intimacy at any size? He quickly snuck a peak over at
Megan, but she was focusing on the road. He tried to open it casually, and he
felt a blush coming on, as well as something else, as he saw a towering woman
standing over a grinning man who was maybe four feet tall. Explore new power
dynamics? He chuckled and shook his head.
“Like that one huh?” Megan teased, shooting him a wink.
He coughed and quickly shuffled the pamphlets, “just looking
through them all,” he said dismissively. His eyes went wide as he read
the title of the last pamphlet, “voreaphilia, safety tips!?” he asked, raising
an eyebrow as he showed her a pamphlet depicting a shrunken man dangling over a
woman’s succulent looking outh.
Now it was her turn to blush, “I-I just grabbed them all!”
she insisted.
…
“Whoa,” Ryan muttered, looking around Megan’s apartment. At
four feet tall he could just barely see over the kitchen counter, and he found
himself forced to climb in order to get on the couch. The remote felt huge in
his hands as he flipped the TV on, trying to think of a way to pass the time
until Megan returned home.
He glanced at the laundry pile, a pair of her panties from
last evening’s treadmill workout on the top. He licked his lips, it was gross,
and messed up… but he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them, let
his pants fall around his ankles, and stroke himself off.
Fuck it, she won’t be home for hours, he eagerly
leapt off the couch, sprinting across the room and not bothering to stop when
his oversized pants descended. He swept the pair of panties up, a pink cotton pair
soaked through with his girlfriend’s workout sweat, and with a triumphant smile
he threw his face into them.
It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before; at his
reduced size the warm musky aroma of her underwear was an overwhelming force
that wiped any other thoughts from his brain. He fumbled for his erection,
moaning as he kept the panties on his face.
Suddenly the door opened, and his eyes went wide with fear.
He tried to turn and run, to hide, to appear to do anything but what he was
doing, but he tripped, faceplanting onto her panties.
“Ryan, I’m home!” Megan called, hanging up her coat and
stretching, “the lunch shift was kind of slow so I just decided to come back-“
she gawked at the scene before her, her miniaturized boyfriend, with his face
in his underwear. Her face slowly contorted into a grin, and then laughter that
she couldn’t stop.
“I was doing the laundry!” he lied.
“I’ll bet you were,” she chuckled, her sneakered foot hooked
under his ribs, easily flipping him over and revealing his raging erection. She
finally contained her laughter, rolling her eyes with a sigh. “Come here big
guy.”
He yelped in surprise as she knelt down, easily scooping up
his small form. She giggled as he watched her breasts, each larger than his
head, jiggle as she carried him to the couch. He was amazed as he looked her
over, the power of her physique relative to his own starting to sink in, his
girlfriend, who he’d always stood over, was now a voluptuous amazon, easily
manhandling him.
He gasped as her hand came down on his manhood, slowly
stroking up and down. With a smug smirk she brought the used panties up to his
face, smothering him as she picked up speed. He thrashed in her grip, but she
just giggled, squeezing him tighter and holding her dirty underwear over his
face as his hips bucked in orgasm.
“T-that was amazing,” he breathed, collapsing into her arms
in a heap.
She smiled, balling up the panties and tossing them into the
hamper, “two points!” she laughed as it landed on the top of the pile of dirty
clothes. She stood up, hefting him under his arms and setting him on his feet,
face to face with those immense breasts. She put her hands on her hips and
smiled, “If you get any of your cum on my underwear, socks, or anything else,
you will clean it up,” she flicked his nose playfully as he stared at
her like she was a goddess, “and I don’t care what size you are when it
happens.”
“Okay,” he said, stunned.
She stretched, “go get a tissue and clean yourself up, I’m
going to hit the treadmill and we’ll do this again in about forty-five
minutes.”
…
“Whew, what a night,” Megan muttered, stumbling in to her
apartment with a tired look on her face. “Double shift and there was a
convention at the hotel next door, I just want to crawl into bed.”
“The tips must be good though, right?” Ryan asked, following
behind her in a loose robe. At three feet tall his normal clothes didn’t really
work for him anymore, and he’d traded them for a set of white robes he wore
during the day while Megan was at work.
“I guess,” Megan said sleepily, pulling off her vest and
unbuttoning her shirt.
Ryan took a moment to admire her, at his current size she
was nearly twice his height, and her body had gone from powerful, to
overwhelming. The smell of her cool, salty sweat billowed over him, the smell
of sixteen hours on her feet running through a restaurant. There were small
stains on her white bra, and she huffed in annoyance as she glanced at the
shower.
“I’ll clean up tomorrow,” she muttered, her head turning to
Ryan. “Now come here, I’m tired and I need my favorite teddy bear!”
He turned to flee, not because he thought he’d escape, but
because he knew she enjoyed catching him, and a moment later he thrashed as he
heard a giggle behind him and hands the size of his ribcage closed around his
torso, lifting him up. He was flipped around, then shoved face first into a
pair of breasts that all but swallowed him up, jiggling as his muffled cries
tickled his girlfriend.
“Just bury your head in there,” she giggled, watching the
sweat and grime begin to cloud his senses, the oily texture began to coat his
nose, his mouth, his hair, and a moment later he was trying to force himself
deep into her cleavage. “Good boy,” she teased, keeping his head trapped
between her breasts as she rolled into bed, sighing happily as she reached to
turn off the light.
…
At two feet tall Ryan spent most of the day curled in a
blanket, using a mouse the size of a dinner plate to control his laptop while
he casually surfed the internet and watched TV. Overall, it was a pretty
relaxing time, and he found himself beginning to understand why a temporary
spell at smaller size wasn’t the burden it had seemed at first.
It was late in the evening when Megan returned, throwing the
door open with a huff, “rough day?” he asked, looking up from his nest of
blankets.
He was answered by a grunt as Megan threw her shirt off, the
smell of her stale armpits flooding his senses as she flopped down next to him.
Her hastily applied speed stick that morning had long ago worn off, and the
rich aroma of another long shift was beginning to make his head light.
“I need a good foot massage,” she muttered, shifting on the
couch and kicking her shoes off. Today she’d worn simple socks and sneakers,
forgoing the pantyhose she sometimes wore underneath her skirt, like the shoes
the socks were hooked by her big toe, being balled up as she slid them off. The
odor wafted up to him, almost forcing him backwards as the ripe vinegary odor
of her feet filled the room.
He gulped nervously and tried to prepare himself, raising
his hands as feet that stretched as big as his torso moved towards him. He
gasped as he was slid across the couch, pinned against the armrest as she began
to roll the bottom of her bare foot over him.
It was less him massaging her feet, and more her feet
massaging him, and he grunted, grabbing her foot like a lover with his arms in
a strong hug, fighting the urge to rub himself against those slick grime of her
after work feet.
“Give them a kiss,” she ordered, placing her arms behind her
head as she pressed him harder, sliding her foot up and down.
He obeyed, leaning in and kissing between her toes, causing
a low giggle to rumble down her body. He sat his face between her toes, feeling
them squeeze on either side of him as he licked and kiss them. She continued to
move her foot slowly up and down over his body, the wrinkled skin of her sole
rubbing against him and causing his back to arc as he fought to keep his
composure.
“Ah, that feels great,” Megan sighed, flexing her foot over
him one last time and causing him to spasm as she brought him over the edge.
She giggled, looking down at his cross-eyed expression, his face peeking out
between her toes with a silly and blissful look. “It seems like you enjoyed it
too.”
…
The apartment was a vast landscape, an open world to explore
and conquer… the vast piles of Megan’s laundry were like mountains, and he
found himself exploring them, the caverns and pathways made by the wrinkled
folds seeming to call to him.
He sighed, feeling the musty smell of Megan’s workout top
seep into his skin as he burrowed deeper into a pile of her unwashed clothing
from the day before. It was heavenly, a cozy dark place he could disappear into
for hours at a time.
“Ryan, I’m home!” Megan called, causing him to groan and
burrow deeper. His world shifted as she chuckled, picking up the clothing and
shaking it in a loose fashion. “I know you’re in there!” she said, and she
couldn’t help but smile as she saw his tiny form tumble out, flailing and
shouting as he fell to the floor.
He grunted with surprise as he hit the carpet, “hey,
careful!” he shouted, he had to really raise his voice to be heard by her at
this size, but she just rolled her eyes in response.
“You’re way too small to be hurt by falling,” she said,
putting a hand on her hip, “anyway enjoy it because the doctor called and said
you should start regrowing tomorrow.” She leaned down, plucking him up between
her thumb and forefinger, smirking as he squirmed in her grip like a little
bug.
Megan slowly sauntered her way to the couch, flopping onto
it with a sigh, “We should do something special!” he shouted, “since this is my
last day this tiny…”
“Way ahead of you,” Megan grinned, unbuttoning the top of
her jeans.
Ryan was lowered down to her waistband where her panties
waited, and the harsh earthy smell of a double shift’s worth of sweat mixed
with the tangy warmth of her arousal rose up to meet him. He shuddered, his
senses overwhelmed as the odor bathed him, growing stronger as he was moved
closer to Megan’s thick bush.
Her fingers plunged him in, and he felt the coarse wiry
brown hairs against his skin as he became tangled above her womanhood. The
smell was his world now, and he had a goofy grin on his face as Megan mockingly
waved goodbye to him, letting the elastic of her panties snap back shut and
trapping him in the musty prison.
He fell further, the oily residue from her hair and skin
coating him until he finally reached the bottom of her panties, the cotton
hammock framing him in front of Megan’s opening. He didn’t have time to contemplate
it, from outside the underwear her fingers pushed on the panties, forcing him
up and into the slimy entrance that eagerly swallowed him up.
Megan sighed, feeling him fight inside her as she stuck her
hand down her pants and slowly rubbed herself through her underwear. She didn’t
want it to be too intense for him, but at the same time she’d been
looking forward to this ever since she’d found out he was going to be an inch
tall.
She moaned, writhing on the couch as she enjoyed the sensations
he sent through her, calling out encouragement and panting as she brought
herself closer to climax. Finally, she gritted her teeth, hissing through them
as she fought the urge to scream as her pussy spasmed around her tiny
boyfriend, coating him in her juices and forcing him back out into her panties.
“Fuck,” she breathed, collapsing onto the couch. She patted
her crotch appreciatively, “good work,” she panted.
Ryan began to climb upwards through the jungle between her
legs, the sticky fluids coating him and suddenly feeling cool as he slipped
under the elastic of her panties, crawling out onto her belly. She spotted him,
and with a grin reached down to pick him up again. She brought him up to her
shirt’s cleavage, dropping him snugly between her breasts, slowly rising and
falling as she breathed.
“I’m almost sad knowing you’re going to start getting bigger
again tomorrow,” she mused, a single finger coming down and playfully rolling
him around.
“H-Hey, quit it!” he laughed, feebly pushing back against a
fingertip almost as big as he was, “It’s probably going to happen again in the
next year or so, just wait to play with me again until then!”
“Counting down the days,” she giggled, forcing his tiny form
further into her cleavage and out of sight. She sighed happily, folding her
arms behind her head and letting herself drift off to sleep.