Allison has a genetic condition that causes others to shrink when they come in contact with her skin or her body fluids. With this affliction she's lived a life in isolation, terrified of how the world would react and worried about accidentally hurting those she loves. Her life changes when she accidentally shrinks her downstairs neighbor, Clark, but he's not scared of her at all... in fact, he wants to ask her out!?
A romantic story about a shy girl coming to terms with her shrinking power, and her boyfriend trying to get her out of her shell.
, Body Exploration
, Growing/Shrinking Out of Clothes
, Mouth Play
, Vore Characters:
Doll (12 in. to 6 in.), Dwarf (3 ft. to 5 ft.), Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.), Munchkin (2.9 ft. to 1 ft.), Nano (1/2 in. to 2.5 nanometers)Size Roles:
F/f, F/m, FM/fWarnings:
Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
September 16 2022 Updated:
October 02 2022
1. Bumping into Each Other by Greenanon
2. The First Date by Greenanon
3. A Weekend Together by Greenanon
4. Best Friends Forever by Greenanon
5. Dollhouses and Microscopes by Greenanon
6. First Time by Greenanon
7. And Then There Were Two by Greenanon
8. Homecoming by Greenanon
9. The Brink by Greenanon
10. Doctor Kendra's Confession by Greenanon
11. Peace? by Greenanon
12. Allison's Choice by Greenanon
Bumping into Each Other by Greenanon
Allison looked in the bathroom mirror and sighed. Her makeup
and lipstick were perfect, she was the very image of the prom night debutante.
She smiled and blew herself a kiss, admiring the wrist-bound corsage that Ted
had presented her with.
Did Ted really like her? She wasn’t sure, she had a sneaking
suspicion that Sadie, her next-door neighbor and childhood best friend, had
used her own boyfriend Brady to manipulate one of his friends into asking her
to the dance. Still, Ted seemed enthusiastic enough for the dance itself, and
high school had been hard due to her… condition, at Sadie’s insistence,
along with some pushing from her parents, she’d decided to let her guard down,
just for tonight she’d be a normal girl.
She took a moment to slip on the fabric gloves, matching her
dress, avoid skin to skin contact, the doctor had told her, and try
to remain calm, the effect can be influenced by your emotional state.
She looked at her gloved hands and sighed, it was an odd fashion
choice, but not one so out of the ordinary that it would turn heads. She would
certainly fit in better than she usually did, with her disposable gloves and
long sleeves even during the hotter days of the year… she’d managed to convince
most of her classmates she was just a germophobe, it made her a bit of an
outcast, but at the same time kept her secret safe.
The doorbell rang, and she brightened up, bounding down the
stairs to meet her date.
, Sadie, Brady, Ted and Allison had all rented a limo
together, and as the four of them laughed and recounted the school year gone
by, she felt a sense of euphoria, like this was how her life should have been…
She felt a jolt go up her spine as Ted held her hand suddenly, the dreamy brown-haired
boy giving her a quick smile as they arrived.
You’re wearing the gloves, she reminded herself, you’re
fine, you’re wearing the gloves…
And the night closes in… the band crooned over the
auditorium as the final slow dance of the evening began to play. The night had
been magical, and, careful to keep Ted at arm’s length, she’d joined him on the
Allison gulped, looking into Ted’s smiling eyes as the
couples around them entered into the steady slow dance of inexperienced
teenagers. Their eyes went wide, and she heard her own heartbeat echo above the
slow dance music pumped in via the speakers. Ted was licking his lips, and… he
was leaning in!?
What do I do!? Allison thought in panic, she wanted
so badly to just bridge the gap, to go to him and give him her first kiss, but…
Instinct won out over conscious thought, and she felt his lips meet hers as
“What the hell!?” someone said in a hushed voice.
She opened her eyes, parting from her prom date and feeling
a pit form in her stomach as she realized they no longer stood eye to eye. More
people were murmuring as she looked down at Ted’s diminished form, and he
himself seemed to be in shock as he looked at his sleeves, now hanging over his
“A-Allison?” he whispered, looking up at her. His head came
up to just beneath her breasts, a single kiss had taken more than a foot of
height from him, one of the more powerful episodes she’d had so far.
“I-It’s okay!” she stuttered, looking around in panic.
Everyone in the auditorium was looking at her now, Sadie was
panicking, trying to force her way through to her friend, but even the teachers
were beginning to notice.
“Did she do that?” someone asked, “fucking weirdo, is that
why she wears those gloves?”
“I-“ Allison croaked, blinking tears away.
Allison jerked herself awake, scowling angrily at the dream
which had dragged prom night back after so many years. It was a frequent
nighttime visitor, one that always left her in a sad or angry mood when she
woke up. With a sigh she swung her legs over the bed, seeing no reason to wallow
in misery any more than she already would throughout the day.
She booted up her computer, as she did every morning, and
quickly checked for messages. The Lab was requesting she send them a blood
sample, and would be sending the equipment for it, she frowned and typed a
question she’d been pondering for some time.
When can I come in to the lab itself? It would probably
be better for data collection if I could provide DNA on site? I might also be
able to help with research more directly…
The response on her messaging app from Dr. Kendra, the
supposed lab head, was instant.
I’m sorry Allison, but everything we do here is extremely
sensitive, and while I know you’re extremely competent in this field of
research, bringing in a subject as an outside consultant would be… difficult.
Allison frowned, she’d only ever been to The Lab once, a
squat building huddled amidst the urban blight of downtown, with black suited
security guards and a tall chain link fence that had kept the neighborhood’s
rougher looking denizens far back. The interior had seemed almost futuristic,
and she’d been examined by Dr. Kendra herself, wearing a biohazard suit of
She still wasn’t sure if they were government, corporate, or
what, the secrecy unnerved her a little, but they’d found her over a year ago
at this point and had promised to be working on a cure for her condition. Eager
for any sort of hope, she’d gladly cooperated, and kept regular correspondence
with them about their, and her own, research into…
My condition, she thought miserably, looking at her
hands, when did it start exactly, I wonder? She tried to think back, the
first warning signs were sometime around the beginning of high school, people
losing an inch or two of height after shaking hands with her, but not every
time, and in such small amounts that one really only noticed if they were
looking… it had gotten worse of course, leading up to the prom incident.
The Lab’s big breakthrough had been isolating the chemical
her body produced which caused the effect, it lingered all over her, on her
skin, her hair, saliva, sweat.
She giggled to herself, thinking on Dr. Kendra’s report, now
be very cautious with any… partners, the woman had explained, the
greatest concentration of the chemical is in fluids from your…
Well, that was a pointless warning, it wasn’t like Allison
had men lining up to date her anyways, and if she had she’d have turned them
down. Friends, lovers, you couldn’t have those when you were some kind of
Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID with a sigh,
“hey Sadie,” she said, answering it.
“Hey, how’s my favorite girl?” Sadie called excitedly.
“Same old, same old,” Allison said, pulling a pair of
disposable gloves on, “just suiting up to go get some groceries. I talked to
the lab this morning; they want to do more tests.”
“I don’t know about those people,” Sadie said, “you sure
they don’t want to give you the ET treatment one of these days?”
“If they did it would at least get me out of the house,”
Allison joked, “if they ever do put on the white suits and snatch me, get on
your bike and come rescue me.”
“Will do,” Allison laughed.
“For real though,” Sadie said, “I do kind of worry about
you, living all alone…”
“Any burglar who breaks in here is going straight into
barbie clothes,” Allison laughed. She blushed a moment, she’d had some… fantasies
about something like that, some punk breaking in and then a few kisses
later groveling at her feet. In those imaginings the burglar always looked
improbably like a young Brad Pitt, all ready to be played with and shrunk
further at her leisure… She fought a giggle.
They talked for a few more minutes about odds and ends, the
new boy Allison was dating back in their hometown, and finally they bid each
other farewell. Allison sighed as she hung up the phone, Sadie was probably her
only remaining point of social contact, and while she always talked about
Allison moving back home, the truth was Allison was staying away for Sadie’s
I’m dangerous, she thought bitterly, don’t you get
that you goof?
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she slipped a
face mask on, it didn’t matter, she was here, isolated, safe.
Clark buckled his seat belt and took a sip of his coffee, mentally
preparing himself for another dull day of work. He glanced up a moment, seeing
the neighbor girl walking slowly down the steps from her apartment above his.
Like always she was wearing a face mask, a pair of blue disposable gloves, and
a long sleeve shirt and pants despite the forecast calling for heat that day.
Weird girl, he thought, not for the first time.
They’d moved into the complex the same month, but he’d never said more than
hello to her, he didn’t even know her name, odd given that they’d been
neighbors for at least a year now. She seemed to keep to herself, scurrying
from her car to the apartment eagerly before he’d ever had a chance to
He shrugged, you’d ruin your chance with her too, he
thought with a chuckle. He was fresh off the latest failed date, and he groaned
as he realized he was going to have to recount it for his coworkers.
“So, she said she didn’t see a future with you because you
work at a storage place?” Brick asked incredulously over his sandwich. “Did you
explain you’re a part owner?”
“Didn’t get the chance,” Clark said with a shrug, taking a
bite of his own lunch.
“You’re better off without her man, trust me,” the other man
laughed, bits of bread spilling down his chin. Brick was an old high school
buddy of his, a hulk of a man who had been a high school linebacker when they’d
met, and today still spent absurd amounts of time in the gym. The two had
jokingly bought a lottery ticket together on graduation, and while they hadn’t
wont the jackpot, it had been enough for them to go into business together, and
while storage lockers weren’t anyone’s idea of a dream career, they did pay the
Clark heard the sound of high heels and rolled his eyes in
annoyance, “If you two are done yakking, maybe we can clear out the back of the
warehouse?” Angie said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the tiled
breakroom floor, “the company that rented those units folded, and they’re
packed with old office furniture that someone’s picking up tomorrow.”
“After lunch,” Clark said waving dismissively and causing
her to scowl.
Angie, Brick’s older sister, rounded out the warehouse’s
ownership, and usually dealt with the paperwork side of the business. Like her
brother she had fiery red hair, but whatever genes had made Brick a giant had
left her standing barely five feet tall, a fact she tried to compensate for
with heels. Clark generally got along well with her, but she had an annoying
tendency to assume she was the boss rather than co-owner.
“Give Clark a break, his date walked out on him!” Brick
said, putting his sandwich down.
Angie’s face softened a little, “ouch, sorry… did you try
speaking in Klingon to her or something?”
“I don’t speak Klingon,” Clark said defensively, “for the
record, we didn’t even talk about science fiction, she left because she said
she didn’t want to date a warehouse worker.”
Angie snorted, “Look, Clark, you’re a catch, even with all
your nerd stuff, forget her!”
“That’s what I said,” Brick nodded.
“Now, if we’re all done moping, can we get back to work?”
Angie asked, crossing her arms.
Allison finished typing a report on her computer, sending it
off over the remote work VPN. Work from home was an obvious necessity for her,
and she’d found some easy clerical work that allowed her to support herself without
taking up too much of her time. She stretched and pushed herself away from the
computer, glancing around the room as she tried to decide how to spend another
There’s always another Deep Space Nine marathon, she
thought glumly, looking at the television, maybe I’ll order a pizza or
something… She frowned as she noticed her laundry basket was full. The
complex had a coin operated washer out in the common area between the units,
she always tried to use it when the other tenants weren’t home, the last thing
she needed was for someone to accidentally touch one of her running socks and
start asking questions about how they’d shrunk to four feet tall…
With a sigh she stood up, walking over to the basket and
hefting it up with a grunt. It was heavier than usual, and she struggled with
at she headed towards the door, cursing her own laziness and reminding herself
not to wait so long between laundry days next time.
Clark had left work early, still feeling down about his
disaster of a date. Neither Brick nor Angie had given him grief about it, and
he twirled his keys idly on his fingertip as he tried to decide what he’d make
for dinner that night.
Microwave cooking for one, he thought with a self-pitying
He heard a feminine grunt overhead, and he looked up the
stairs leading to the complex’s second level to see the neighbor girl
struggling with an overloaded basket of laundry. She didn’t seem to see him
over the tower of dirty clothing stacked high in front of her.
“Hey, do you want some help with that?” he called
He could swear he heard a squeak of surprise, then a nervous
voice, “N-No, I’m okay!”
“It’s no trouble,” he said, “I lift heavy stuff all day-“
“Please just go back in your apartment,” she said in a voice
that he had to crane to hear.
He blinked, “Uh… yeah, okay,” he said, turning to go around
the stairs and towards his own apartment door.
A moment later he heard a creak as she started down the
stairs, then a scream. He whipped around, seeing the basket and the girl
tumbling. Without thinking he leapt to the bottom of the staircase, catching
the falling girl as the dirty clothes cascaded around him. He grunted as she
impacted him, and their faces pressed together as she bowled him over. He grimaced;
she was a lot heavier than he expected…
“Ugh…” the girl moaned, sitting up.
“I hope I broke your fall at least,” Clark said, forcing a
chuckle as he sat up in the midst of the dirty clothing. He frowned, something
felt… off, the neighbor girl was a lot taller than he’d thought.
“Oh god no,” she whispered fearfully.
“What?” he asked, starting to get up. He blinked a few
times, looking up at her as she started to stand up too, “Hey, what the hell,”
he muttered. He lifted his arms, suddenly realizing that his clothing was
getting looser. His mouth went dry, this isn’t possible… he looked up at
the neighbor girl, now an amazon looming over him, a nervous expression on her
“I-I can explain!” she said.
“I’m shrinking!?” Clark said in a breathless voice, “we need
to call a doctor or something, what the hell is-“
“I’m sorry,” the neighbor girl said in a pained voice, and
before he could ask for what, her lips locked with his. In spite of everything
the kiss was… amazing, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the brief moment
before he realized what was happening.
“Mmff?” he grunted against her lips, his eyes going wide as
her hands, now massive appendages the size of his torso, seemed to scoop under
him, pulling him out his clothing. He struggled against her, but she held him
tightly in her kiss, shrinking him into her hands until he could find in her
She pulled away with a breath, looking with awe and terror
at her handwork, a tiny Clark, naked and struggling in the grip of her gloved
“Y-You did this!” he said, eyes wide as he looked up at his
“Sorry!” she repeated, terror taking her as she gulped
nervously. She looked around, then scurried back up the stairs two at a time
and bounded inside her apartment. “Shitshitshitshit!” she muttered under her
breath, throwing her cuppard open and tossing plastic cups aside as she
“TUPPERWARE!?” Clark shouted, “wait, please don’t-“ His
protests were ignored as the giant woman deposited him in the food container,
sealing the top with a click.
“I’ll be right back!” she said in a pleading voice, running
out of the apartment again. A moment later she returned, tossing the laundry
basket to the floor, and he noticed fearfully that she’d added his own clothes
She’s covering her tracks, he thought, licking his
lips, maybe this is what she does, she just shrinks people and kidnaps
I just shrank a guy and kidnapped him! Allison
thought madly, running her hands through her hair as she slowly walked to the
counter. Her hands shook a she peeled the lid of the Tupperware off, exposing
her prisoner to the air again.
“H-Hey,” she said with a weak smile, “so… let’s just all
take a deep breath and-“
“What the hell is this?” Clark demanded fearfully, “look at
me, I’m a goddamn doll!”
“Look uh…” she gulped nervously, “it wears off, I promise!”
“How long does that take?” he said, looking at the plastic
walls of the food container around him.
“Uh… well you’re pretty small so… maybe overnight?” she said
He felt numb, collapsing to the transparent floor of his
prison, “This is… this is wild,” he managed.
“So… I’m Allison,” she said, biting her lip, “I’m sorry I
kind of panicked… and… well, I made a mistake!”
“A mistake? You made me tiny!” he said, “and why didn’t you
shrink my clothes too?”
“I can’t shrink clothes!” she said a little defensively. She
blushed as she took in his tiny body, then giggled, causing him to go red too.
He suddenly placed his hands over his privates, but she’d already gotten a good
look. “Let me get a tissue and some string or something,” she muttered, opening
a kitchen drawer.
“Thanks,” he said as she handed the materials down to him.
It wasn’t ideal, but tearing a hole in the middle of the tissue let him fashion
a toga of sorts, using the cut piece of string as a belt. He looked up at his
captor and frowned, she didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt him, in fact
her nervousness was palpable.
“Are you an alien?” he asked suddenly.
She blinked, “Uh… I don’t think so,” she said slowly, “my
parents never told me they found me in a space capsule or anything.” She
giggled nervously, “I guess I’d call myself a mutant? I mean if mutants were a
“Cool, like the X-Men,” he said. He snapped his fingers,
suddenly understanding, “that’s why you wear the gloves! You’re like Rogue,
it’s the skin contact that shrinks people!”
“Yeah,” she said, allowing herself a smile, “I’m not usually
into superhero stuff, but I really like the X-Men and Rogue in particular for
obvious reasons.” She glanced at the laundry basket, “Up until I kissed you
though, I think you lost most of your height from being pelted with my dirty
clothes… usually skin contact doesn’t shrink people that fast.”
“So, who all knows about this?” Clark asked excitedly, this
was… this was something insane, something most people, for better or for worse,
would never experience…
“My parents, my family doctor, and my best friend,” Allison
said, “and The Lab, I’m not really sure if they’re with the government or not
but… I don’t like to take my chances.” She bit her lip nervously, “soooo… could
you maybe keep this whole thing a secret?”
“And if I don’t?” he asked, a little playfully.
“Then I’ll kiss you every morning to keep you small, and
you’ll be my little pet!” Allison said, feeling bold, “it won’t be so bad, I’ll
get you a really nice dollhouse to live in, and you can date my old barbie!”
“Tempting as that offer is, I guess I’ll just keep your
secret,” he said with a smile. “So, do you fight crime or anything?”
She laughed, “I’ve never tried, but I’m pretty sure bullets
and knives will still hurt me, so no Clark, I don’t fight crime, so far
Professor X hasn’t reached out to me either.”
“Ah,” he said nodding, it made sense.
“Do you umm… want to come out of there?” Allison asked nervously.
“I can handle you with my gloves on so you won’t get any smaller…. We could
watch a movie or something while we wait for you to grow back?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he replied, “X-Men aside, what
other kinds of stuff do you like?”
“Well, given how odd my life is it’s probably not a surprise
to you that I’m into science fiction,” she said with a smile.
No way, he thought, his heart skipping a beat. This
was by far the strangest meeting with a girl he’d ever had, but despite the
fact that she was the size of a skyscraper and holding him in one hand, she was
also easy to talk to…
He started involuntarily as those blue gloved fingers curled
around him, picking up his tiny body and carrying him delicately to her couch.
She gently sat him on one of the cushions, careful not to rock it as she sat
down across from him.
“So,” she said with a warm smile, “trek or wars?”
“Trek,” he said, still stunned. She towered over him, and
here in the comfort of her home, with her long sleeved layers gone, he could
see she had a lithe and beautiful form, her frazzled brown hair free of the
usual bun as she let it cascade down her back.
He’s taking this all so well, Allison marveled,
sneaking a glance at the tiny man on the couch next to her, most people
would be terrified… maybe I should keep him? She fought a giggle and
felt a little warmth at the thought… she couldn’t help but notice his physique
when he’d been naked, and she’d also gotten to feel his little butt when she’d
picked him up. Even though the shrinking condition ruled her life, it also
tended to factor into her fantasies… and she had a lot of ideas about just what
she’d like to do to a tiny man helpless at her mercy…
No, she scolded herself, bad Allison! He’s been so
understanding about this whole thing and you can’t stop thinking about shoving
him up your- She blinked, realizing that she’d been staring at her shrunken
guest, and he’d noticed.
“Everything okay?” he asked nervously.
“Food,” she said suddenly, “are you hungry?”
“Sure,” he said, a small smile forming on his face.
“Let me go make some popcorn,” she muttered, her face still
red as she got up.
They passed the night watching their favorite old movies and
laughing at shared fandom jokes, each surprising the other at the overlap in
their interests. At the end of the evening, when neither of them could stand to
be awake any longer, Allison had gotten him a football field sized blanket,
draping it over the couch.
“You’ll grow into it overnight,” she promised, yawning. “I’d
offer you my bed, but… I haven’t washed the sheets yet this week, the last
thing you probably want is to roll around on my dirty bedding and end up
“Yeah, the couch is fine,” he said, yawning himself and
tucking his lower half beneath the immense blanket. “Good night Allison,” he
“I’m sorry I ruined your night with all this,” she said
“This is honestly the nicest evening I’ve had in a long
time,” he said truthfully, “it was worth getting shrunk.”
She felt her heart flutter, “G-Goodnight,” she stuttered,
giving him one last glance as she left for her bedroom.
Clark wasn’t sure exactly when he’d regrown, but when he
woke to the light streaming in through the blinds, he was at his old size
again, naked beneath the blanket. He glanced at the laundry basket, and with a
quick look around to see if Allison was watching, he got off the couch and
began putting on his clothes from the previous day.
“Allison?” he said softly, glancing at her open bedroom
door. She was still asleep in bed, a smile on her face as she hugged one of her
pillows. I’ll let her sleep in, he decided, slowly creeping out the
“Well, someone’s looking up,” Brick remarked, seeing his
smile as he walked into the storage offices. “Did you meet someone?”
“Yeah actually,” Clark said.
“About time,” Angie muttered, looking up from her computer,
“when are you going to see her again?”
He paused, “I don’t know,” he said, sitting down at his
desk. He chewed his lip as he thought over the encounter with his upstairs
neighbor, “we had fun but… I’m not sure if she wants to date someone.”
“Then ask her,” Angie said in exasperation.
“Yeah man,” Brick agreed, “you’re coming in here practically
glowing, whoever this girl is you need to shoot your shot.”
They’re right, he decided, mutant or whatever, Allison
seems great… I want to get to know her more.
Allison had been in an odd mood all day. On the one hand she
was terrified that Clark would come back with police officers once he’d
regrown, on the other… it had been nice to spend a night with someone, even if
it was just watching old movies together.
He was understanding, she told herself, and he
probably had a good time but… you shouldn’t expect to see too much more of him.
She sighed; he’d probably be scared off-
A knock came at her door. She got up curiously, walking to
the peephole and looking out. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Clark
waiting there, shuffling nervously back and forth on his feet as he waited for
her to answer.
Her hands were shaking as she undid the deadbolt, cracking
the door and peering out, “Hey!” she said a little too eagerly.
“Hey,” Clark echoed, scratching the back of his head, “Uh…
I…” he cleared his throat. “I had a lot of fun the other night, in spite of
everything,” he said with a grin.
Oh god, Allison thought, her knees going weak, he’s
going to… HE’S GOING TO….
“I was thinking I wanted to go out with you sometime, if you
wanted,” he finished.
HE DID, HE ASKED YOU OUT!
Allison’s brain threatened to shut down, and her face went
red as she blinked in confusion a few minutes, trying to determine how to
respond. She hadn’t so much as talked to a guy since high school, and years of
self imposed isolation had left her unprepared for the nuances of dating.
He was looking at her eagerly, and she sighed, I can’t do
this, not to him, she decided. Dating me is… it’s going to be a burden,
I need to show him.
She opened the door, stepping outside, “Are you sure you
want to date someone like me?” she asked quietly.
He blinked, “well yeah, that’s why I came to ask you out.”
She sighed, holding her thumb up to her mouth. She gently
licked the tip, then pressed it into Clark’s forehead. He frowned, but held his
ground as he slowly shrank. She held the digit, still sticky with her saliva,
on his face for a moment, letting him dwindle until he came up to her chest.
With a scowl she wiped the mark away, rubbing her damp thumb on her jeans as
his shrinking came to a halt.
“Well?” she said, crossing her arms and looking down at him,
“this is the kind of thing dating me comes with, do you think you can handle
“Two things,” he said, “first, you look great from
this angle, and second, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.”
She blinked, “Uh… o-okay,” she stuttered, defeated, “seven…”
He smirked, then walked back down the stairs, holding his
now much looser pants up as his clothes hung off him. She watched him go, still
I guess I’ve got a date…
So in contrast to my last few stories with lots of sci-fi/fantasy elements this one's going to be less "out there." While there will be an overarching plot and some conflict it's mostly going to be a romantic slice of life type story, heavy inspiration is drawn from a series of greentexts I did on 4chan with a similar premise. As usual with my stories first chapter is mostly just laying foundation and we'll get into smuttier stuff as we go.
The First Date by Greenanon
“Don’t take her out for wings,” Angie said, typing something
on her computer.
Clark rolled his eyes; his dating life had been the only
thing he and his two coworkers had talked about all day. Brick seemed excited
for him, Angie was just telling him things not to do.
“What if we go somewhere and she orders wings?” Clark
asked, leaning back in his chair.
“She won’t,” Angie growled, “women are smart enough not to
“What’s wrong with wings anyway?” Brick asked, cocking an
eyebrow at his sister, “you sure eat enough of them every year during the super
“I’m not on a date though,” Angie said, “it’s
impossible to look attractive while eating wings, it’s primitive… chewing on
bones,” she scowled and pointed at Clark, “NO. WINGS. That’s something you
don’t want a girl to see you eating until at least six months in!”
“Got it, I’ll remember the six-month wing rule,” he said
with a somewhat amused smile.
Allison’s heart pounded as she heard the knock at the door,
and she fought the urge to sprint to let him in as she walked across her apartment.
She’d chosen a nice dark red sweater to wear on the date, it complimented the
pair of black leather gloves she’d donned for the occasion.
“Hi!” she said eagerly as she opened the door.
“Hey,” Clark said with a smile, “you look great!”
“Thanks,” she said, gushing, “I… I haven’t been out to a
restaurant in years!”
“Worried you’ll shrink the busboys on accident?” he asked,
gesturing for her to follow him to his car.
“Not really,” she admitted, “I just didn’t have anyone to go
Clark had picked a local casual dining place Angie, Brick,
and he had done business lunches at, the kind of place with good food but
without too much of a posh air. He and Allison had settled in with a signature
cocktail each from the bar, and began discussing shockingly normal date topics.
For Allison’s part it was like something out of a dream,
here she was with a guy, on a date, a guy who knew all about her
condition, and at the same time… he wanted to hear about her job, her family,
her hobbies… well, such that she had any.
“So, me, my old buddy Brick, and his sister, we all run
these storage units,” Clark explained, looking over the menu.
“Good for you guys,” Allison said, impressed, “investing
your winnings like that instead of blowing it all…”
He shrugged, “well, we all kind of agreed we wanted to go
into business together, and the previous owner wanted to cash out and move to
Florida.” He stirred his drink idly with the cocktail straw, trailing off
rather than continue with the ins and outs of the storage industry, a topic he
found boring even working in it.
No, he had some other questions, but he wasn’t sure quite
how to bring them up…
“You want to ask about the shrinking, don’t you?” Allison
said with a knowing smile.
“Er… well,” he smiled uncomfortably, “yeah, I’m curious
about it, but I didn’t want to press too much…”
“You were the size of a doll the other day,” she said,
wiping her lipstick mark off her glass with a napkin, “I think you have a right
to be a little curious.” She seemed satisfied that none of her saliva was left
on the rim of the glass, and she set her napkin back in her lap as she tried to
think of what to say.
“I guess you can say this whole shrinking thing has kind of
ruled my life since it started back in high school,” she said finally, sighing.
“I kind of figured,” he said, “that’s why I was a little
hesitant to bring it up…”
“Hey, it’s only fair you know what you’re getting into,” she
said with a sad smile, “again, you don’t have to date me, there are plenty of
girls out there who won’t make you tiny when they give you a peck on the
“That might be true, but there aren’t a lot of girls who
will watch three Star Trek movies in one night,” he said with a smirk, “like I
said the other day, it’s worth a shrinking…”
She was quiet a moment, a warm bubbly feeling in her chest
welling up that had nothing to do with the cocktail. She blinked a moment, then
met his gaze and smiled.
“It can be kind of dangerous,” she warned, “I… I’ve only
made a few people as small as you were the other day, and if you’re not careful
you could end up smaller.”
“I trust you,” he said mildly, “I mean… you don’t seem like
you’d use your… power? For evil.”
She snorted, “I broke my best friend Sadie’s arm because she
wanted to try being tiny, she was scurrying around on the floor and I… I wasn’t
looking where I was going.”
Clark gulped, “you… stepped on her?”
“Yeah,” Allison said quietly, shuddering at the memory. “Luckily
she was on the carpet… the crazy thing is she’d have probably been safer if I’d
made her smaller… you get a little tougher when you guys get tiny, not enough
to keep you totally safe but…” She groaned, running her hand through her hair a
moment, “if… when you get to be that size again? Stay off hard floors,
“Will do,” he said quietly, thinking over what she’d said.
“That wasn’t the only incident either,” she muttered, “I got
a cold one time and sneezed on my dad while he was driving, he went straight to
four feet tall and almost lost control of the car, there’s just a lot of stuff
that can happen around someone like me.”
“Is there anything… fun about it?” Clark asked hesitantly.
“Fun?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “I’m not sure how to
respond to that…”
“Come on,” Clark chuckled, “you’re telling me you’ve never
enjoyed shrinking someone?”
“I haven’t intentionally shrank a lot of people,” she said,
biting her lip in thought, “but…” a blush came into her cheeks, “I’ve had
“Thoughts?” he questioned.
Allison pursed her lips, fighting a giggle as she looked
around briefly. The waiter was at another table, and they didn’t have anyone at
the tables next to theirs. She idly picked up her fork, twirling it in her
gloved hand as she considered her next statement.
“Yeah, I’ve had thoughts,” she repeated, smirking as
she made eye contact with him, “like… it would be fun to shrink down a cute guy
just to play with him.”
Clark felt his own cheeks getting red, and the expression
she was giving him was setting him on fire. He felt himself stir below the
belt, and he fought to keep his face neutral as he thought of the way she’d
looked when he’d been small… She’d been huge, overpowering, she could do
anything to him she wanted and…
I want her to make me her toy, he realized with a
start. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, and Allison pursed her lips, fighting
a giggle. The two of them were silent a moment, staring at each other and half
guessing what the other was thinking.
“Are you two ready to order?” the waiter said, walking over
Clark blinked, it was like a spell over the two of them had been
broken, and both had embarrassed expressions as they mumbled their respective
After dinner the two of them returned to the apartment
complex, and despite an evening full of conversation, an awkward silence hung
over them as they reached the apartment staircase.
Does she want me to come up? He wondered, glancing at
her apartment door on the second floor.
How do I get him to come up… Allison thought to
herself. She steeled herself with a nervous swallow, then looked him in the
eyes and smiled.
“D-Do you want to come upstairs and hang out?”
He blinked and paused a moment, “yeah but… we don’t have to
uh… do anything, if you don’t want to-“
Allison bit her lip, then slowly, gently, reached out a
gloved hand to press him against the wall behind him, “Clark, I really
appreciate you trying to be a gentleman,” she said in a husky voice, “but… I’ve
never had a boyfriend, and I’ve never gotten to do more than kiss a guy, so…”
she gave him an almost predatory grin, “if you’re really not scared… I’d
like you to come up.”
“Y-Yeah,” he said, his heart pounding, “okay.”
She giggled, giving him a wink as she started up the stairs.
He took a nervous breath, then started up the stairs after her, each creak
echoing as he ascended towards her apartment. She stood in the doorway,
watching him, the smug grin heading the nervousness she was feeling herself.
With a note of finality, the door closed behind him as he stepped inside, and
he heard a click as she slid the bolt into the lock. An expression lit her face
like a predator that had just trapped its preferred prey.
“Okay,” she said, breathing out slowly and fighting to keep
a giddy grin off her face, “y-you’re mine,” she stuttered, fighting a squeak of
He raised an eyebrow, “I’m… yours?”
“Yes!” she said, bounding up to him and all but pinning him
against the door. He grunted as her gloved hands pressed him against the wood,
and he gave an amused look at the petite woman who had apparently trapped him.
“Kiss me!” she growled, “I’m tired of looking up at you!”
He didn’t need any further urging, and he eagerly reached
for her, locking his lips against hers as they shared a passionate embrace. He
felt her tongue force it’s way between her lips, and she squealed happily as
the two of them stumbled together towards her bedroom. By the time they were at
the threshold they were at an even height, and when they separated for breath
she stood slightly over him, her five feet four inches giving her just a small
advantage over him.
“Running out of time to escape,” she breathed, running her
gloved hand through his hair, “you’re still big enough that you have a shot of
getting away if you run now…”
“I’m not going anywhere!” he laughed, “I trust you! Go
She squealed and spun him, pushing him eagerly onto her bed.
He grunted, surprised at how quickly she’d become stronger than him. Clark
watched, spellbound, as she tore her clothing off, throwing her shirt and pants
haphazardly into a corner of the room, leaving her in just a bra and panties, and
those gloves… She looked at them a moment, then at him, then with a grin slowly
peeled them off, adding to the pile.
She climbed onto the bed, slowly moving towards Clark, who
was suddenly very aware of the disparity in their size, however small it was,
and with a gulp he realized it was likely about to get much larger. She was on
him before the thought had time to fully register, and their lips locked again,
the shrinking effect growing stronger as she grabbed his wrists, forcing them
up as she kissed him with a lustful growl.
Clark felt his heart pounding as she broke the kiss, he was
more turned on than he’d ever been as she looked up at her towering form, he
probably would come up to her chest at most now if they stood up, and the
formerly petite woman was now an amazon to him, easily manhandling him as the
contact with her bare skin shrank him further.
“Let’s get rid of these,” she muttered, pulling his
oversized shirt off him and tossing it to the floor with her own things. He
started as she gripped his pants next, whipping them and his underwear off him
in one fluid motion, leaving him naked before her.
“S-So what do you think?” he managed.
“Very nice,” she said with a hungry smile. She traced a
finger down his diminished form, savoring the skin-to-skin contact as she
traced over his pecs, then down the faint abs he’d managed, “moving all that
heavy stuff day in and day out seems to have done you good…” Her hand made
contact with his erection, and her face practically lit up as she gripped it,
slowly stroking up and down, an awed expression on her face as she licked her
He gasped in pleasure as she stroked him, involuntarily
bucking her hips upwards at her soft touch. She noticed and she looked at him
with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. She paused her motions, causing
him to look at her pleadingly.
“Uhh…” she cleared her throat, “eat me out!” she barked,
taking him aback slightly. Her face went red, and she quietly added a,
“please…” He nodded weakly, and she fought another squeal as she tumbled over,
hurrying to get her panties off. Clark watched, anticipation building as she
unclasped her bra next, throwing the white set of underwear off with the rest
of their things, finally leaving her as naked as he was.
Clark glanced between her legs, seeing the curled brown
pubic hair and the glistening opening beneath it. For a moment he and Allison
just stared at each other, then she grinned, climbing on top of him and forcing
her way up his body, finally planting herself on his face. He grunted at the
weight on him as she ground herself against his mouth and nose, the strong
smell of her arousal filling his world and choking out any other sensation. He
stuck his tongue out and began to lick her, savoring the taste of her womanhood
as it took hold, shrinking his body with every second he was forced against it.
Allison moaned, her eyes almost rolling back in her head as
she grabbed his tiny and still shrinking head, forcing him against her as he
worked her to orgasm. She kept up the grinding motion of her hips, each thrust
coating him in her arousal, shrinking him in turn as it sent electric jolts of
pleasure up her spine.
“Yes!” she called, “this is… god, this is amazing!”
she squealed. His face, and his tongue, were getting smaller, and she fought a
laugh as she kept forcing herself against him, too late to back out now! She
thought gleefully as she rode his face, washing his size away in a torrent of
her arousal, her juices covering his face and shrinking him with each lick of
“Come on,” she growled, “keep going!”
Clark had nothing left in his field of vision but Allison,
and his sense of taste and smell had forgotten the rest of the world as her
strong musky scent had blocked out anything else. With each pass her opening
was getting larger, and he fought to keep licking at her clit as her lubricant
shrank him further.
Her legs sealed him in like massive milky white columns,
closing the word out as he was diminished, going from her lover to her toy as
she continued thrusting her hips down, grinding into his whole body as he
fought to keep pleasuring a woman who had gone from an amazon to a true titan
in a matter of moments.
“Oh god,” she muttered, her eyes going wide as she bit her
lip, “I’m going to…” she quivered, falling over and bracing herself against the
bed as a final small rush of fluid coated Clarks doll sized body. With a
shudder she tumbled over, flopping on the bed next to him, the bliss of orgasm
clouding her mind for a moment.
“A-Allison?” a tiny voice called.
She blinked, then sat up, her eyes racing over the bed,
“Clark!” she called, spotting his shivering body, glistening with her fluids.
“Oh… oh shit,” she muttered, realizing he was still shrinking at a steady clip.
By the time she stood up, racing around the bed and scooping up his tiny form,
he’d already gone from six inches to something closer to four.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” she shouted, racing him towards the
bathroom. She glanced down in panic, he was maybe the size of a double A
battery now, and without another word she spun the faucet lever, causing a rush
of water as she plunged Clark’s still shrinking body under the stream.
Clark started, sputtering and coughing as the cold tap water
soaked him, washing away her juices and stopping the shrinking. A moment later
he felt powerful fingers longer than he was begin to rub soap into him, and he
blinked the warming tap water out of his eyes as Allison looked at him in a
“Okay,” she breathed, relieved, “you’re not getting any
smaller…” She sighed, “sorry, I got carried away.”
“I’m fine,” he said, “did you… did you finish?”
“Yeah,” she said with a dreamy smile, “I should have warned
you, my um… my pussy shrinks people a lot faster than anything else does… at
least that’s what the lab people said, I never really uh… tried it until now.”
“Well, now we know,” he said, still a little dazed. He gave
her a smile, “for next time.”
“N-Next time?” she asked eagerly, “you’d do that again?”
“I’m fine!” he insisted, “I’m just… really small I guess?”
I need this man, she decided, a smile crossing her
“I’m sorry you got small before I had a chance to finish
what I was doing,” she purred, pumping the hand soap dispenser and rubbing her
wet hands, sudsing them up, “I really need to return the favor.”
“Oh, you don’t have to-“ he started, but he was cut off with
a gasp, his back arcing as her soap covered finger began gently toying with his
“Shh…” Allison said with a grin, “I’ve never made someone
this small before… it’s kind of a thrill.”
“Yeah,” he moaned, closing his eyes and letting the warm
water cascade around him. Between the tap and the soap it seemed like contact
with her wasn’t shrinking him any further, for now, and he was powerless to
resist her anyway, a thought that turned him on in a way he didn’t think was
“Just the tip of my finger is enough to send you over the
edge, isn’t it?” she asked, a little amazed. “I’ve been waiting so long to
really play with a guy like this… but doing it in person…” she shivered
slightly, “it’s really better than I ever could have imagined.” Her face lit
up, “try to push me away!”
His eyes shot open, “what!?” he asked incredulously.
“Come on!” Allison begged, a tinge of red in her cheeks,
“fight it, see if you can stop me from making you cum!”
He stared at her a moment, then grinned. He grunted as he
grabbed the soap coated fingertip that was as large as his torso, pushing back
against it with all of his might. It forced itself into his crotch again,
circling the suds covered pad around his erection and leaving his struggle
“It’s like fighting a train!” he shouted, groaning with
pleasure as he failed to move her finger even a little. He tried to squirm up
her palm, but she just angled her hand slightly, pressing harder with the finger
that played with him until he was forced back into a position where she could
keep up her game with his cock.
“I can’t even tell you’re fighting it,” she giggled,
“you’re…. you’re not even the size of a mouse.” She bit her lip, “come on, the
evil giant girl is going to make you blow your load! Fight it!”
“I…” he took a breath, fighting down the waves of pleasure
her ministrations were causing, and with a roar he hooked his hands under her
manhole sized fingernail, pulling up with all of his might. It shook a moment,
and he gritted his teeth as his arms ached, but with a playful smirk she just
gently lifted her finger up, tapping into his chest and causing him to fall
“Bad boy,” she scolded, “I think my finger wins this one…”
He hissed in pleasure as she rubbed the soapy digit up and
down his manhood, her finger… I’m not even strong enough to resist her
finger… it was intoxicating, he’d truly given her every ounce of strength
he had, and it wasn’t enough to budge her for more than a second.
“Imagine if I made you smaller!” Allison said with a grin,
“I mean… I have no idea what the minimum is here Clark.” It was true, besides
Clark the only person she’d willingly shrank was her friend Sadie, and she’d
chickened out around six inches, understandable given the stepping incident…
but Clark was different. Does he… like this? She wondered.
Clark’s body was going rigid, the warm flow of the tapwater
and soap electrifying his body as she brought him closer to orgasm. The
helplessness of his situation was truly setting in, and his veins popped as he
did all he could to move her finger. This time she didn’t even bother to
acknowledge his efforts, and he collapsed back into her palm, resigned to
defeat as the warm feeling of his rising orgasm muted any other resistance he
might have mounted.
A final mewl of pleasure excaped his lips as the slow motion
of her fingertip brought him over the edge, and Allison chuckled softly as she
watched the tiny man writhe in her grip. She kept going for a minute or so,
making sure he was well and truly done, then without warning she stuck him
under the cascading wall of warm tap water a final time. He collapsed into her
hand, sighing as the flowing sink washed away his cum and the floral soap she’d
covered him in.
“That looked like it felt good,” Allison said quietly,
slowly lowering him down into the sink basin. Her hand reached over him, her
arm a column of flesh stretching above him like a highway overpass as she
turned the water off. He shivered, the warmth of the faucet disappearing
rapidly as he stood in the porcelain canyon, naked and wet.
“Just a minute!” Allison insisted, hurrying out the door.
She returned a moment later, still naked, save for the pair of blue gloves she
had on. Timidly, she scooped him up, grabbing a tissue from a nearby Kleenex
box and dabbing at him slightly, drying him off after the impromptu bath.
“I might be too small for the tissue toga this time,” he
said, glancing at the kleenex box.
“It’ll make a good blanket,” she said, crumpling up the one
she’d used as a towel and pulling him a fresh one. He felt the soft fabric wrap
around him, and she gave him a smug smirk as she wrapped the tissue around his
torso, binding his arms to his side and mummifying him into a snug cocoon. “My
little inchworm,” she giggled, seeing him squirm slightly in his bindings.
“So… do you know exactly how long your shrinking lasts?” he
shouted up at her, at this size he had to raise his voice to be heard properly,
not as much as he’d expected, but normal conversation would have been difficult
with his current volume.
“Not really,” she admitted, flopping on the bed and gripping
his wrapped form between her thumb and forefinger, “most of the time it just
takes a few hours before people go back to normal, but for the times people get
really small… well, overnight usually did it.” She bit her lip a minute, “you’re
pretty small though, you might not be full size by morning.”’
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Clark deadpanned, “if I’m not full
size yet I’ll just hang out here and you can make me breakfast.”
“Deal!” Allison laughed.
With a wink she placed him on the soft bed, leaving him
bound and mummified in the tissue as she slowly dressed herself again. When she
was finished she returned for him, scooping up his wriggling form in one palm
and starting towards the living room.
“You look like an inchworm,” she teased. “Don’t wiggle too
much, you’ll tear through that Kleenex.”
“You could give me doll clothes or something,” he protested
as she sat him on the couch armrest.
“You’re way too small for any doll I’ve ever had,”
she said with a smirk, “forget Barbie, you woulnd’t come up to Polly Pocket’s
“Fine,” he sighed, making himself comfortable in the
makeshift binding, “there’s not much more for me to do but watch some TV until
I get big again, what do you say we pick up where left off last time?”
“We were on the Star Trek with the whales, right?” Allison
In the darkness of the night, in the garden between
apartment buildings, a pair of figures in dark suits watched Allison and Clark’s
“Holy shit,” Vasquez laughed, “that horny bastard actually
spent the night with her!” The muscular Hispanic woman dabbed her cigarette out
on a nearby brick wall, making sure not to let the smoke near the body of her jet-black
“She seems… stable,” Drake muttered, glancing up at the
apartment building where the subject had led her… was he her boyfriend? “The
dossier said this particular subject posed little direct threat, obviously the
civilian made the same judgment.”
“Little threat,” Vasquez laughed, gesturing for Drake to follow
her towards their car. “Little threat, do you have any idea of what kind
of fucked up shit that girl could do to you if she really wanted to?” She smirked,
“why do you think The Lab hasn’t dragged her in Drake?”
“They think she’s more cooperative free range?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” Vasquez breathed, sparing a glance back up at the
apartment, “she certainly is cooperative, she doesn’t even ask questions she
really should… still, they’re scared Drake, they’re not sure they could
contain her if they tried it.”
“Shoot her then,” he muttered.
Vasquez snorted, “you might as well shoot the last white rhino
while he’s trying to deliver you the cure for cancer and a basket full of next
year’s stock market predictions.” She pointed up at the apartment, the window now
long having gone dark, “that girl in there? She completely fucks the laws of
physics, biology, and everything else, and right now there isn’t another
one!” She gave him a toothy grin, “we’re the first people to discover the next
gunpowder Drake, don’t fuck it up!”
“Don’t fuck it up,” he muttered, taking one last glance at the
girl’s apartment, “got it.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to tell Dr. Kendra about this,” Vasquez
laughed, “this guy, he’s going to give us so much new data…”
Allison giggled as she took in the sight of the four-foot
Clark, asleep on her couch. She’d traced a blanket over him sometime during the
night, he hadn’t awoken when he’d grown out of the tissue-cocoon, so she’d
thrown one of her spares over him to keep him warm. He snoozed softly, his
chest rising and falling as he slowly regained his size.
Fighting the urge to hyperventilate, Allison took her phone,
and slowly walked out onto the wooden balcony attached to her living room,
sliding the door behind her so her conversation wouldn’t disturb her sleeping
guest. With fingers shaking she dialed Sadie, the dial tone echoing ominously
as she waited.
“Hello?” Sadie muttered in a tired voice, “a little early
for Saturday, isn’t it?”
“I had a guy over last night!” Allison squealed.
There was a tumbling sound as Sadie struggled to recover a phone
she’d dropped, “W-What!?” her friend stuttered, “SPILL!”
Allison giggled as she started telling her best friend the
details of her newest relationship, and the conquest of the night before.
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“Oh wow, this guy sounds perfect for you!” Sadie laughed
once Allison had finished recounting the evening. “He’s into all that space
wars crap and he isn’t bolting for the door when he gets tiny? Is he hot
“Yeah, I think so,” Allison giggled, glancing back inside
the apartment, Clark was stirring slightly on the couch. “He’s waking up, what
do I do?”
“You make him breakfast doofus,” Sadie laughed, “or take him
out or something… you’re not still scared of going to restaurants, are you?”
“No,” Allison said, thinking back to the dinner date the
night before, “he’s not all the way back to full size yet though…”
“What!?” Sadie laughed, “you never let me get smaller than
like six inches and that never took more than a single night to come back from,
how small did you make this guy?”
“A couple inches,” Allison said, her face growing slightly
There was silence on the other side of the phone, then a low
giggle, “I’m guessing you didn’t provide him with some doll clothes like you
used to for me? Was he naked the whole time Allison?”
“I-It all happened pretty fast,” she stammered.
“Wow, and you were always so careful with me,” Sadie teased,
“shrinking me super slow, getting Barbie clothes all laid out-“
“Not careful enough,” she muttered bitterly.
There was quiet a moment, “you know I don’t blame you
for that thing with my arm,” Sadie said, “I was fine, my parents still think I
just fell down the stairs at your place.”
“I’m older now,” Allison assured herself more than anyone,
“more responsible…” She glanced inside again, “he’s getting up, I’ve got to
“Go get him girl!” Sadie called just before the *click* of
the phone hanging up came over the speaker.
Biting her lip, Allison walked through the sliding glass
door and back into her apartment’s living room. Clark was blinking sleep out of
his eyes and sitting up with a smile.
“Hey,” he said, nodding at her. He looked down the couch, “I
don’t think I’m all the way back yet…”
“Wait there,” Allison said, walking into the kitchen and
sliding a junk drawer open. A moment later returned with an old tape measure,
clicking the end near his toe and slowly tracing it up the couch as he tried
his best to stay rigid. “How tall are you usually?” Allison asked, letting the
tape measure slide back into it’s housing with a *click*.
“Five ten,” he said, “where am I at now?”
“Four foot one,” she said with a small smile. “Like I said,
my friend Sadie used to let me try this out on her… up until well…”
“The stepping incident?” Clark asked.
“Yeah,” Allison said, biting her lip, “I… I never let her
get small again after that.” She looked away a moment and cleared her throat,
“anyways we found out that regrowing can be kind of random, sometimes it
happens in spurts, sometimes it’s a sort of slow process that starts hours
after your last contact with me.” She shrugged, “You look like you’ve stalled
out, sometimes eating a little food seemed to help jump start it again.”
“Great, I’m famished,” he said, rolling off the couch and
standing up. He looked down and realized too late that he was still naked as
the blanket rolled off him, leaving him face to face with a smirking Allison
who stood tall enough that his head wouldn’t quite reach her chin.
“I don’t think you’re going to fit into your clothes,”
Allison giggled, letting her eyes trace down his body.
“Uh yeah…” he muttered, pulling the blanket back up in a
“Give me a minute,” Allison said, quickly running back into
her bedroom and throwing her closet open. She bit her lip, looking through her
things, then pulling a large box of odds and ends out of the back. She
unclicked the storage box’s lid, revealing a pile of old toys, school trophies
“Bingo,” she said with a grin, pulling her freshman year gym
uniform out. It was a simple pair of black shorts and a yellow shirt in her
school’s colors, more importantly it was clean, and she hadn’t worn it in
years, so it probably wouldn’t still shrink Clark. Most importantly it
was small enough that he might be able to wear it at his current size.
“What do you think?” she asked, presenting it to him.
“I’m not sure how I feel about wearing your old clothes,” he
said with a wry grin.
She rolled her eyes, “look here macho man, it’s a unisex
shirt and shorts, it’ll be a little big on you but it’s not like I’m give you a
hand-me-down skirt,” she smirked at him, “if you want, I can get you some
appropriate sized clothes at the store, but the selection might be a bit…
“Ah hell,” he muttered, “okay, let me try it on.”
As it turned out Allison’s old gym uniform, billowy though
it was, did manage to cover him adequately. It was an odd feeling, feeling so
small in one of Allison’s old outfits, and she smiled down at him sweetly as
she led him to her car.
“Let me know if it feels like that shirt is suddenly getting
too tight,” she warned, “the last thing you want is to suddenly shoot back up
to full size in the middle of the restaurant.”
“And if I did start regrowing that fast, what would
we do?” he asked curiously. He didn’t relish the thought of splitting his
erstwhile outfit in two and ending up naked.
“A quick peck on the cheek should keep you fun sized until
breakfast is over,” she mused, running a gloved hand through his brown hair for
a moment before starting the car.
Allison led Clark into the pancake house, and he couldn’t
help but hug her a little closer than he normally would. It was odd being out
in public at just a hair over four feet tall, the world seemed more imposing,
and he decided he’d let Allison do the talking. She looked back and gave him a
quick smile before opening the door to let him in.
Despite her confident appearance Allison was feeling her out
heart pound like a drum in her chest. While isolating herself she’d managed to
get into a regular routine, and while she was having the best time she had in
years, this was all new for her, even something as simple as going out to
breakfast with her...
Boyfriend? She wondered, is he my boyfriend yet?
“Table for two?” The waitress, a plump woman in her late
forties, asked pleasantly.
“Uh, yeah,” Allison said, blinking as she was pulled back to
The waitress led them to a small booth in the corner of the
restaurant, it was maybe a little late for breakfast, and this section was
mostly empty, which suited Allison fine. Clark slid up and into the booth,
looking a little uncomfortable at how high the table was on his chest. The
waitress slid menus in front of each of them and left to get them coffee.
“I’ve never been here before,” Allison admitted, “I’ve never
been to most of the restaurants in town actually.” She bit her lip nervously,
“I hope maybe I can try them all… with you.”
He blinked, realizing the implication, and smiled, “well…
I’m not exactly a food critic, but sure, I’m looking forward to it, now let’s
see what this place-“ he frowned, then looked up at a confused Allison, “she
gave me a kids menu!”
She glanced down at the coloring page filled with cutsey
sounding dishes, and snorted, her face going red as she fought to keep herself
from laughing. He just scowled and crossed his arms, the fabric of the
oversized gym uniform swishing against him and reminding him of his diminished
“Oh my god!” Allison giggled, “do you think she thinks
you’re my…” she clapped her gloved hands, fighting a giggle. “O-Order the kid’s
pancakes when she gets back!”
He raised an eyebrow, fighting a laugh, “What!? No way! I’m
asking for an adult’s menu and-“
“Did you two decide what you wanted?” the waitress asked,
pouring a cup of coffee for Allison, who took it eagerly.
“Yes, I’ll have the omelet with ham,” Allison said.
“Actually, could I get-“ Clark began, but Allison cut him
“He’ll have the kid’s smiley face pancakes with rainbow
sprinkles,” Allison said, fighting once again to stop herself from bursting
Clark glared at her a moment, “actually could I have the
adult’s pancake platter-“
“Clark, you’ll never finish it!” Allison teased.
“She’s right you know,” the waitress said in a patronizing
tone, “it’s a lot of food!”
Clark just rolled his eyes and slumped back against the
seat, the waitress seemed to take that as a sign of defeat and nodded, leaving
to go put their orders in. Allison was giggling into her gloved hands, and he
found a small smile curling at the corner of his own mouth.
“I’m going to get you back for that,” he said with a grin.
“Be a good boy or I’ll spank you,” Allison teased.
Clark found himself suddenly rock hard at the thought, and
as he looked at Allison’s five-foot four frame, one that towered over him, he
couldn’t help but imagine her doing just that.
Goddamn, he thought, his mouth suddenly dry, that’s
an idea to revisit…
Allison seemed to guess his thoughts, and her face was
turning red as the waitress returned with their food.
Clark looked at the childish smiley face design of his
pancakes, then at the waitress. A wicked idea suddenly struck him, and he gave
a dramatic sigh.
The waitress frowned, “what’s wrong dear?”
“This is okay I guess,” he said, doing a high and childish
voice to try to complete the illusion, “but… mommy said this was all I get for
my birthday this year because she lost all of her money at the casino again.”
Allison spat out some of her coffee, looking in shock at the
waitress who glared daggers at her, “some parents…” the waitress muttered,
walking angrily past a shocked Allison.
“You little shit!” Allison said, fighting a giggle as she
turned back to look at him.
“I warned you I’d get you back,” he said, crossing his arms
and giving her a smug grin.
Getting some food in his belly seemed to do the trick, and
by the time the two of them were back at their apartment complex Allison’s old
gym uniform was feeling a little tight around the shoulders. When they got back
to her apartment, he was able to peel it off and start putting his own clothes
back on, all of them a little baggy, but wearable. Allison no longer towered
over him, but looked him in the eye as he slowly regained his height advantage
“Thanks for breakfast,” he said with a smile.
“It’s the least I owe you after gambling away all your
birthday money,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe.
“So…” he said, “I’m not doing anything today or tomorrow… do
you want to hang out some more?”
“I’ve got to go down to The Lab today,” she said with a
sigh, “the messaged me overnight about how I should come in to see Dr. Kendra,
she’s the head of things over there I think…” She shrugged, “they hardly ever
ask me to meet with them, so I think I probably should.”
“Bummer,” Clark said, a little disappointed.
She gave him a small smile, “Want to meet up downstairs at
your place later tonight? I can bring pizza.”
“Sounds great!” he said excitedly, maybe a little too
excitedly, he tried to dial it back and cleared his throat, “I uh… I’ll see
about getting a bottle of wine and maybe finding us a movie!”
“You said you’re off work tomorrow too, right?” she asked
“Yeah,” Clark said, “so I’m okay if I ended up… small
again,” he said with a weak grin.
“Wait here a second,” Allison said, shooting him a wink. She
closed the door, hiding herself from his view, behind it he heard the sound of
sliding fabric, then a moment later she opened the door again, handing him a
fresh pair of disposable gloves.
“Why do I need these?” he asked curiously, sliding them on
“So you can hold these!” she said, handing him a cloth
bundle with a grin. With a start Clark realized it was her balled up panties,
the same ones she’d been wearing the night before. “I’ll be back around six or
so tonight,” she said with a mischievous grin, “you can use those to make
yourself… fun size,” she giggled.
“So you want me to-“
“Sniff my panties, yes,” Allison said excitedly, “and whatever
size you are when I get back later… well, make it a surprise for me, okay?”
Clark had another intrusive image of the amazon sized
Allison spanking him over her knee, and he grinned, “surprise you… got it.”
She turned to go back into her apartment then paused, “be
careful with those!” she warned with a wink.
Dr. Kendra Maxwell read through the field agent reports
again. Allison had been dating… this was an interesting development. Normally
when a third party discovered Allison’s ability The Lab would spring into
action with lawyers, NDAs, and payoffs. The girl herself was almost always
careful, so it was rare that it was necessary, most of those who figured it out
wanted nothing more to do with Allison, or being small. This Clark boy though…
he seemed different. It had been Dr. Kendra’s decision not to attempt to scare
It had long been Dr. Kendra’s belief that a “free range”
approach to Allison was best. Some of her colleagues questioned her decision,
some wanted her in the Lab’s basement holding cells, or under 24/7
surveillance, some of the other researchers even felt she’d become too… emotionally
involved to make decisions regarding the girl…
She scowled, I’m not going to lose my humanity in this, she
thought bitterly. Allison was a scientific anomaly, and she was also a scared
young woman looking for help, and beneath the years of black site research and
questionable research ethics, Dr. Kendra had gotten into medicine to
Her intercom buzzed, “she’s here,” one of the front desk
With a sigh Kendra got up and opened her storage closet,
pulling out a white biohazard suit.
“Hi Dr. Kendra!” Allison said happily, sitting down across
the table from the suited researcher.
“Good morning, Allison,” Kendra said warmly, her brown bangs
dangling frustratingly in her face behind the plastic visor of her protective
suit. “Did you give your blood samples to the front desk?”
“Yeah, I packaged them up like you instructed,” she said,
“the receptionist seemed a little scared when she realized who I was…” Allison
frowned at the biohazard suit, “you don’t need to wear that every time you
know… I always shower before coming here and even if I didn’t, I’d have to be
filthy to shrink you just by being across the table…”
“It’s just a precaution,” Dr. Kendra said neutrally, “I
thought we should just do a quick check in, since it’s been some time since we
last… talked.” She tried to think about how she’d word the next part, she
didn’t want to let Allison know that the lab knew about her new paramour… “Are
there any changes in your life lately?” she asked with a smile, holding up a
tablet as though she was taking notes, “new diets, maybe hobbies…”
“Well,” Allison said, biting her lip and fighting a smile,
“I’ve been seeing this guy.”
“Oh really?” Dr. Kendra said, feigning surprise, “tell me
What followed was a brief recap of things Dr. Kendra mostly
already knew, Allison had begun a relationship with one Clark Butler, her
downstairs neighbor, after accidentally shrinking him. The young man apparently
had no problems with Allison’s condition, and from the way she told it might
even find it as a positive…
“And you’ve had sexual contact with him?” Kendra asked,
causing Allison to start suddenly.
“Well, yeah,” she admitted with an embarrassed smile, “I
know it’s soon but… I’ve been waiting for a guy like this for a long time, you
“I’m sure,” she said, fighting a smile herself, “I know it
might not be the most romantic thing in the world but… please be sure to let us
know about anything out of the ordinary that occurs, I’m sure I don’t need to
remind you that the shrinking effect can vary wildly depending on your
emotional state and the person coming into contact with you.”
“Yeah, but I think it’ll be okay,” Allison reasoned, “he’s
the first person I’ve deliberately made small since Sadie, and…” her face went
red, “obviously the stuff we used to do together was uh… less dirty, but I’ve
kind of missed it, playing with someone tiny I mean.”
“It’s understandable,” Dr. Kendra said with a smile, “if you
feel comfortable, please reach out and let me know of any… extreme reactions or
incidents you two have.”
“Oh, I’m not too worried,” Allison laughed, “we’re both
smart people and we’ll be careful, well, more careful than Sadie and I used to
Clark stared at the white panties in his gloved hand. He’d
taken the day to do some errands, gone for a quick jog, and now he was back
here, at five o’clock, debating on when he should start following Allison’s
instructions. Not sure where else to put them, he’d laid the panties on his
coffee table, waiting for him all day like a venomous snake before he’d gloved
up to handle them again.
“Well, no guts no glory,” he said to himself with a smirk as
he brought her underwear to his face. He took a deep breath, the scent of her
sweat mixed with the tangy aroma of her womanhood filling his nostrils. He felt
his clothing sliding against his skin as he instantly started getting smaller,
he realized with a start that the panties were growing in his hands as well,
and the gloves seemed looser. He finally forced himself to pull them away, then
blinked as he looked around the room.
He was maybe eye level with his kitchen counter, somewhere
in the range of three feet, and his clothing hung off him like a child playing
dress up. He glanced around his apartment, awed at how it had grown, then back
down at the pair of Allison’s underwear in his hands.
Almost half my size gone for sniffing these for a minute,
he thought wryly. He looked at the apartment door, making sure it was unlocked,
the last thing he wanted was to get too small to reach it and accidentally
leave her locked out when she came to… collect him.
He felt his erection throbbing, the intoxicating smell of
Allison had brought him to full mast almost instantly, and he yearned to bury
his face in the white fabric again. He glanced at the clock, Allison wasn’t due
for another forty five minutes…
Fuck it, he brought them to his nose and took another
whiff, feeling his pants fall completely down around his ankles as his shirt
became a robe, barely clinging to him.
He lowered them again, looking around at an apartment that
now looked like a massive indoor landscape, more like a high-ceilinged big box
store or indoor stadium than his humble one-bedroom unit. He was down to a foot
and a half at most, and as he lowered his arms the gloves slipped off him, and
his shirt slipped down his waist too, leaving him naked in a puddle of his
clothing as the panties flopped to the floor in front him.
“Strong stuff,” he muttered.
He heard his doorknob turning, and his head shot up in
surprise as it opened. Allison, dressed in a simple T-shirt and lounge pants,
along with her signature gloves, stepped inside. She glanced around a moment,
then spotted him in the middle of the floor, tiny, naked, and sporting an
erection as her panties lay in front of him.
“I got back a little earlier than I expected,” she giggled,
“I went and changed into something more comfortable… I see you’ve been getting
“I uh…” he gulped as the giant plodded towards him, swaying
her hips and with a smug smirk on her face.
“You know, when I left you those panties, I didn’t know if
you’d really shrink yourself for me,” she said, bending over to take in his
naked body, “but here you are… sniffing away like a dirty little boy after a
“You said to surprise you?” he said with a weak grin. He
grunted as her gloved hand closed around his waist, and she lifted him up to
examine him eagerly.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” she giggled, “I figured you’d
maybe make yourself like… five foot or something, just one little whiff to
humor me… god you’re practically a Ken doll!” She gave him a small smile and
was quiet a moment, “Clark,” she said finally, “do you like getting
“Uhh…” he gulped, not sure how to answer the question.
“I mean, I know you obviously have to be okay with
it, since it’s just part of being with me, but do you like it?” she
questioned, her grin widening as she guessed the answer.
“Yeah, I think so,” he admitted weakly, giving her a grin as
he struggled slightly in her grip.
She gave a nervous laugh that ended in something like a
squeal, “that’s good,” she said, biting her lip, “I… well, I’ve had a lot of
fantasies about shrinking guys over the years… some of them are kind of… well,
they’re out there.”
Clark gulped, what could be more out there than what we’re
already doing!? he wondered. Nervous as he was, a part of him desperately
wanted to find out.
“I-I’m down to try them!” he stuttered.
She squeaked happily again, shaking his world as she bounced
in excitement, “Well, first things first,” she said with a devious grin as she
sat him back on the carpet, “I’ve got to punish you for being a perv with my
“Punish?” he protested, fighting a laugh, “you told me to do
“I don’t remember that,” she lied, walking up and picking up
her underwear again. She sniffed them once herself, wrinkling her nose and then
giggling as she sauntered back to him. “I’ll have to be careful with you,” she
teased, “these panties aren’t even that dirty, what if I had given you a
pair right after I finished working out on my treadmill?” She hovered over him
menacingly, dangling the pair of panties over him like some faraway banner as
she regarded both the tiny man at her feet and the underwear that had reduced
him so quickly. “I think…” she giggled, “I think next time I’m downgrading you
to a sock, would you like that?”
“Hell yeah,” he breathed, she was enrapturing him, the
teasing attitude, the cocky grin, the smug smile that seemed to make him feel
even smaller than he already was… as he looked up at the towering goddess in
his living room, he realized he’d probably do just about anything she asked.
Allison’s head tipped back, laughing, “It’s settled then,
next time you’re getting a sock, you can sniff it and touch yourself and
hopefully by the time you finish you’ll still be big enough to play with…” She
glanced at the panties again, “for now though, panties are definitely way too
strong for you to play with without supervision.” With that she dropped them,
the fabric collapsing down on him like a tarp in the wind.
It made contact with him with a *thump* almost sending him
to his knees as he struggled beneath the fabric that was making him smaller
with every passing second. The familiar smell of Allison wafted around him as
he struggled to find his way out. He felt sudden pressure around him as the
fabric was squeezed against his body.
Outside Allison had knelt down, giggling as she gripped the
panties around him, grinding them against him and pressing him against the
carpet as he shrank.
“Come on!” she said, feeling her arousal spike, “you’ve got
to find the way out or you’re going to disappear into my dirty underwear forever!”
He struggled, but between the playful motions of her immense
hand outside and the silky fabric being twisted and ground around him, his
senses were simply overloaded. He groaned as the material raced against his
erection, his size decreasing and the distance to the edge of her underwear
increasing as his arousal built.
“Where’s Clark? They’ll ask,” Allison teased, “oh, he got
too horny and couldn’t escape his girlfriend’s panties in time,” she gave a
mock wistful sigh as her own free hand dipped inside the panties she was
wearing then, “fuck,” she whispered, touching herself slightly, “that’s what’s
going to happen,” she said, letting the fantasy get away from her, “you
couldn’t control yourself, and now you’re going to spend the rest of your life
microscopic, wandering around lost in my dirty laundry!”
She came with a scream, grinding the panties against the
rapidly disappearing ball that was Clark’s squirming form, pressed between the
panties and the carpet. Allison almost collapsed on the floor, panting as she
smiled and looked at her handiwork. Clark wasn’t even visible now, and she
lifted the panties up, half expecting to see her bug sized boyfriend looking up
at her in a daze.
“Clark?” she asked with a frown, not spotting him. She
glanced at the underwear, then at the spot on the floor, and a pit formed in
her stomach. “Oh… oh shit,” she gulped, “uh, if you’re down there, just stay
where you are!”
Clark looked up through the forested canopy of his own
floor’s carpet fibers. The light had returned after she’d pulled the enormous
pair of underwear, now the size of a shopping mall, off of him. He was laying
on the ground, panting, he’d cum himself at some point during the hurricane of
movement as she’d used that silky landscape to grind his size away, inch by
inch until he was here, more a dust bunny than a bug.
“Stay where you are!” he heard the colossal woman say as she
stood back up. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“Where the hell would I even go?” he wondered, looking at
the coiled carpeting around him. Each tuft of synthetic fiber stood maybe twice
as tall as he did, he was an ant, lost in a forested maze on the floor beneath
most people’s senses. He sighed, and in spite of Allison’s warning he decided
he’d try to climb one of those “trees,” if only to hopefully get her attention
He took another minute to look around, letting himself take
in the sheer scale of the world at this size, this is… amazing, there’s a
whole world down here, he thought, a whole unexplored world right in my
own living room… With a grin he began the climb, the tufted carpet fibers
making his ascent easy.
The world began to shake as Allison’s mountains form
returned, her shadow falling over his spot like an eclipse as the gigantic form
of her face, a faraway feature that would dwarf skyscrapers, came into position
overhead like some planetary body.
“I’m really sorry,” Allison said, looking through the carpet
with a magnifying glass, “I… I kind of overdid it.” she gently parted the
carpet fibers with a pair of tweezers she’d bought, bending over and searching
between them for any sign of movement.
He’s probably terrified, she thought miserably, you
just HAD to get weird with him, didn’t you? She scolded herself, trapped
forever in your underwear… oh god he probably thinks you were serious! She
forced herself to calm down, breathing out slowly, okay, worst case
scenario, you make sure not to step anywhere near this spot, and by tomorrow
he’s big enough to see at least, then-
Her heart lit up as she spotted something moving on the end
of one of the tufted carpet fibers. Her eyes went wide as she saw something waving
to her, a form maybe half the size of a kitchen ant, gripping the edge of the
synthetic fibers like a tree.
“I see you!” she said eagerly, hovering the magnifying glass
over him to get a better look.
To Clark it was a surreal experience, her warped and
distorted eye filled the sky above him as she focused in on his position, and
although he shouted with all his might, she gave no indication that she could
“Hold very still!” she said, clicking the tweezers together
once as she zeroed them in on the bit of carpet fiber he’d gripped.
“Wait, Allison!” he protested as the metal instruments the
size of freight trains came down for him. He grunted as the ends of the
tweezers squeezed him, and for a fearful moment he worried he’d be crushed
between them, but his body seemed to hold against the pressure as he was lifted
the immense distance through the air. He glanced down, gulping nervously as he
realized just how high up he was, his floor was like the view from an airplane
window, but the truly unnerving part was Allison herself.
Being pinched here, between the tweezers like an errant bug,
held before a face the size of a cliff, while cinema screen sized eyes focused
in on him… This was insignificance, he was truly at her mercy, helpless,
naked, squirming before a goddess.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, “I… I can’t really hear
you, but give me a thumbs up or something?”
He sighed, grunting as he twisted his arm around and did his
best to comply with her instructions.
Her face lit up eagerly, “Oh, good… I’m sooooo sorry, I
meant to stop when you were a few inches tall again abut…” she bit her lip as
her colossal cheeks went red, “I got kind of lost in the moment.”
His world blurred again as she slowly, to her anyway,
lowered him down to his coffee table. The tweezers released him, and he fell
what seemed like twenty feet, but was probably an almost imperceptible drop
between the tweezers and the table for her. He landed with a grunt, but was
He stood up curiously, I guess you do get a little more
durable at this size, he reasoned, still he thought suddenly of Allison’s
warning of what had happened to her friend Sadie, and decided not to press his
luck, even if he didn’t have to worry about falling there were probably plenty
of ways to get hurt or worse at this size.
“Okay,” the enormous woman said, glancing down more at the
coffee table than at him specifically, “we’re going to relax, watch some TV,
and in a few hours when you’re big enough to hear, we can talk.” With that she
flopped backwards onto his couch, flipping his television set on and trying to
think of a good apology for when his regrowth started.
“So, you’re really not mad?” Allison asked nervously,
peering down at Clark’s four inch form, still naked and sitting on the edge of
the coffee table. It had taken almost four hours before he’d gone from ant
sized back to this still diminished height, and the growth had petered out
again, and she’d decided to talk to him while they waited for it to restart.
“I’m not,” he laughed, trying to reassure her, “I’m fine,
really! You got carried away and shrank me a little too much, but it’s not like
I was begging you to stop.”
“I’m glad you’re taking it so well,” she said, sighing with
relief. She gave a halfhearted smile, “sorry if I got a little scary… a lot…
well, too many of my fantasies involve being kind of…”
“Evil?” Clark joked. Allison’s face went red, and she
desperately wanted to sink into the couch before her doll sized boyfriend’s
gaze. He sighed and rolled his eyes, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I know
you’re a wonderful person Allison.”
“Thanks,” she said with a small smile, she felt a sense of
warmness in her chest that she couldn’t quite place, he’s really not afraid
of you, she realized. Part of her had been worried that he’d snap to his
senses at some point, but… here they were, with him going smaller than anyone
had probably ever been, and he was… he was smiling and telling her everything
“C-Can I stay the night?” she asked suddenly. “You know,
just to make sure you grow back okay…”
“Sure,” he said with a grin, “I can’t exactly navigate my
apartment at this size anyway…” he cleared his throat, “but uh… who knows, I
might end up getting smaller again.”
She cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “don’t tempt me Clark.”
“Why don’t you tell me about some of those other evil fantasies
you had?” the tiny man said, giving her a smug grin.
She just chuckled, reaching to the side of the coffee table
and pulling on one of her gloves. She reached over to grip him, holding the four-inch
man above her like a snack she was trying to decide if she wanted or not.
“I can’t decide whether you just really like me, or if
you’re just crazy,” she said softly.
“Both?” he said, fighting against her latex clad fingers as
he squirmed in her grip.
She laughed, and a moment later he joined in with her, going
limp as her gloved fingers explored his tiny body.
More romantic fun with our protagonists, thanks for all the reads and reviews so far!
Best Friends Forever by Greenanon
As the weeks passed Clark and Allison continued to see each
other, gradually becoming part of the other’s routine. Clark was always excited
to see her when he got home, and while they didn’t see each other every day, it
wasn’t unusual for them to spend the evenings together, curled up on the couch
as Allison covered herself in long sleeves so he could safely place his arm
For the most part Allison tried to avoid making him too small
before days he had to work, reserving the truly tiny sizes for weekends when
she could safely let him regrow under her watchful eye. Still though, they had
cut it close plenty of times.
Clark’s weekend schedule was usually free, with he, Angie,
and Brick each taking a rotating weekend shift to man the storage unit’s desk
on the off chance a customer wanted to access their locker. It was a do-nothing
job, few of their long-term renters had a sudden need to access their junk on a
Saturday or Sunday, so it mostly meant eight hours of TV or reading before the
night watchman came in. With this in mind, Clark had told Allison she could
make him tiny the night before, and by the time he’d rolled into work he barely
scratched five feet, having had to scoot his car’s seat a lot closer in order
to reach the pedals.
He whistled to himself as he pushed the door to the rental
office opened, “Hey Clark,” Angie called, waving to him as she rooted through
He almost choked, freezing in place as he looked at her,
“Angie?” he croaked, “Uh, what are you doing here? It’s my weekend to-“
“Yeah, I know,” the tiny woman said, closing her desk drawer
with a sigh, “I lost my credit card and I thought maybe I left it here at…” she
looked at him in full, her eyes narrowing, “hey, there’s something… off with
He gulped, “uh, I got a new haircut,” he lied, backing away
slowly as she stepped around her desk.
Her eyes went wide, “What the fuck?” she whispered, walking
up to him quickly. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him in, “You’re…
“I uh… I’m slouching?” he said weakly.
“Look at you!” Angie said, a little annoyed. She grabbed his
shirt, flapping the loose fabric, “your clothes are practically hanging off of
you? You’re…” a smile slowly traced over her face, “stand up straight, now!”
with a sigh he did so, and Angie put a hand on the top of her head, leveling it
across the space between them to compare their heights. “Oh god,” she breathed,
“I’m taller than you!”
“You’re not!” he panicked.
“I am!” she laughed, pushing him against the wall with a
surprising amount of strength, “what was it you and Brick used to call me? Teeny
Meanie Angie?” She smirked and flicked his nose, “well who’s teeny now
“Angie please, you can’t tell anyone about this,” he said
with a sigh.
She raised an eyebrow, “Tell me what the hell this is, and
we’ll see,” she said, crossing her arms, “did a gypsy rub your cheek and say shorter
“It’s really not my secret to spill,” he said uncertainly.
“Yeah, it’s Allison’s, so is she a witch, mad scientist,
what?” Angie asked, tapping her shoe idly.
He started, “how’d you know!?” he exclaimed.
“Well, I’ve known you since the fifth grade, and in that
time you’ve never randomly gotten smaller,” Angie said casually, “and I’m
pretty sure the girl you can’t stop talking about is the only new thing in your
life, therefore she’s shrinking you.” She smirked, “plus, you kind of gave it
away with the reaction.”
“Seriously Angie,” he pleaded, “this has to stay
“Does Brick know?” she asked curiously.
“No, why would he?” he asked curiously.
“Okay well, you can’t tell me and not tell your best
friend,” Angie said, rolling her eyes.
“I didn’t tell you!” he snapped, “you… pieced it together!”
“Yep, call me Sherlock,” she chuckled, “seriously, is this
safe? You’re not going to shrink into nothing or whatever? You don’t need me to
swoop in and fight this girl to save you from being her pet?”
“I mean… I don’t think so,” he said uncertainly.
Angie shrugged, “hey, it’s your life, but if you go missing
warn your girlfriend I’m going to kick in the dollhouse door and search the
place.” She paused a moment, “also you should tell Brick at some point, he can
keep a secret.”
“Got it,” he nodded.
Angie took another moment to look him over, smirking at his
shortened stature, then shoved him against the wall, causing him to grunt
slightly as he stead himself.
“What the hell?” he asked, annoyed.
“You’re not always five foot nothing, I might not get to
push you around again,” she said, waving to him smugly as she walked out the
door, leaving him to work his shift in peace.
Allison plodded along, finishing her workout on her
treadmill as her exercise mix played through her headphones. Panting she
watched the timer count down to zero, stopping and letting the automated belt
carry her to the end of the machine so she could casually step off as it
She’d have loved to jog outside of course, but it was too
risky, all that sweat getting everywhere, and even her odor after a workout was
enough to start shrinking people. Back in school her doctor had provided her
with a note to get her out of gym after Freshman year, and she’d avoided sports
like the plague, fearful of rendering her teammates tiny before competitions.
Still, she did like to get some exercise in, so home fitness equipment had
become a necessity.
Her ears perked up as she heard the door to the apartment
complex common area open, and with a low giggle she walked towards her door. A
few weeks ago she’d have never even considered leaving her apartment without a
shower, but now… well, Clark had definitely helped her confidence.
Clark looked up as he saw her door open, and his mouth went
dry as he saw the sweat soaked workout shirt and shorts on Allison as she
sauntered out her door, her hips sashaying back and forth as she squared off
against him from the top of the staircase.
“Hi Clark,” she said seductively.
“H-Hey Allison,” he gulped. Somehow, even after weeks of
dating, she could still turn him into a stuttering mess.
“I was just finishing up my workout when I heard you come
in,” she said with a smug grin. She stretched, holding her arms overhead as she
stepped slowly, methodically, down towards him.
“We should talk,” he said suddenly, backing against the wall
as the sweat soaked girl stepped towards him, cornering him away from the door.
“My coworker Angie, she… she knows.”
Allison paused, then frowned, “Is she going to tell anyone?”
“No,” Clark said, “we can trust her, but still-“
“Then we have nothing to worry about!” Allison giggled,
“Come here, give your girlfriend a hug!”
From the angle he was looking at her, he could already tell
that the crisp odor of fresh sweat rolling off her had shaved off an inch or
two of his height just during that conversation. She was giving him a predatory
look, and he knew that if he got even a drop of her sweat on him, it would be
over, he’d quickly be too small to resist whatever she had in mind.
“Come on Clark,” she teased, “losing a few inches is worth
getting a kiss from me, right?”
“Right,” he said, feeling a little trapped as he tried to
calculate how far it was to his door, “but I feel like you’re going to want a
little more than a few inches…”
“Aww, worried you’ll be too small to fight back if I want… more?”
she said with a wink. She lunged at him suddenly, kissing him forcefully and
smearing the front of his body with the strong salty sweat that covered her.
She giggled as she broke the kiss, leaving him looking up at her in awe as he
“Oops,” she said with a smug grin, “come on, let’s go get
that sweat washed off you before it makes you too tiny.”
With a resigned sigh and a smile he let her grab his hand,
not bothering with gloves, as she led up him the stairs to her apartment. He
was already down to her chest by the time they reached the door, and he felt
the strength disparity between them as she pulled him inside.
“Strip!” she ordered with a grin, already peeling off her
dirty workout clothes and tossing them into a nearby hamper.
He obeyed, simply letting his rapidly loosening pants fall
to the floor as he pulled his tentlike shirt over his head, tossing it to the
Allison glistened with sweat as she stood over him like an
amazon, grinning at his slowly diminishing form. Her brown hair was slick with
perspiration, a dark almost black color as it clung to her. The rich earthy
smell of her post workout body wafted across the room, filling his senses as he
looked at her, lust building in him.
“Poor Clark,” she teased, “shrinking away because you got a
little sweat on you…” she strutted to him, his eyes level with her breasts as
she grabbed the back of his head, forcing his face between them. He grunted as
she forced his face into her cleavage, the drips of her sweat rolling down his
cheeks. He felt her sliding against him as his height dwindled, and she giggled
at his wide eyed expression as she looked up at him.
“I-It’s happening pretty fast,” he stuttered.
“Now you know why I shower twice a day,” she said with a
wink, “come on,” she gripped his hand again, leading him towards her bedroom.
He would maybe be eye level with her bellybutton now, and the mix of her odor
and the sweat plastered all over him were quickly causing his height to dip.
As she brought him into her room he started as he saw a box
on her desk, “I-Is that a-“
“A microscope,” she said with a smile.
“W-Why do you need a microscope?” he asked nervously.
She turned around, bent down, and gently flicked his nose
playfully, “to look at microscopic things,” she said in a low voice. She
saw his fearful expression and smirked, “don’t worry, we probably won’t need it
With that she hooked her hands under his armpits, lifting
him easily like he was a small cat or dog, and then dumped him on the bed,
where he lay splayed and naked before her. The landscape of the bed was
expanding, and with every passing second Allison loomed just a little taller,
he shot a glance at the microscope again, wondering what she had in store for
She answered that query by kneeling down, taking his
erection into her mouth and toying with his diminishing form. He groaned as her
tongue played with him, seeming to suck his world away as he dwindled faster
with each playful motion.
He squirmed, struggling to push her lips away feebly, but he
was already below a foot tall, the mix of her saliva and the sweat dripping
from her hair adding to what was already coating him. He writhed one final time
as she forced him to orgasm, breaking contact with his panting doll sized form
as she swallowed the tiny amount of cum he’d produced.
“And that size is just about right,” she said with a grin,
scooping him up in one hand.
“Right size for what?” he managed, his body still limp after
the earth shattering orgasm she’d sucked out of him.
She turned the nozzle of the shower, causing a rain of warm
water to emerge. She held him under the stream a minute, rinsing the grime off
of him and bringing his shrinking to a stop when he was about four inches,
curled in her fist as she stepped into the shower next.
“You’re my washcloth today,” she said, squirting a pink glob
of a floral strawberry body wash onto him. He felt her powerful fingers slide
along his body, covering him in the scented suds. A moment later she began to
trace him along her body, his soaked and slicked form easily sliding along her
Between the water and the soap the contact with her wasn’t
shrinking him, but he could still feel the grime coating his body as she used
him to clean herself. Every minute or so she’d coat him with the strawberry
body wash again, keeping a layer of it on him as it filled his senses,
scrubbing away the crust of sweat he was being used to remove from her.
He took a deep breath as another viscous pink droplet of
soap the size of his head was rubbed over his torso, and a moment later he was
brought into the coarse forest between her legs. Allison moaned as she slid him
up and down over opening, letting him get tangled in the wiry hair as he was
forced to clean it, the sweat there mixing with a stronger odor as she slowly
used him to bring herself off.
“Oh yeah,” she laughed, grinding his entire body into
herself, “really get it clean…” She tensed up, using her free hand to
steady herself as she came, her thighs involuntarily clamping together on her
tiny “washcloth” as she moaned into the steam of the shower, her wet hair
hanging around her face.
Some time later they were sprawled on the couch, Allison in
a lounge robe and Clark snugly in her breast pocket, the warm smell of flowers
and strawberry emanating from every pore of his body. He sighed as he leaned
against the front of the pocket, his arms hanging out as his gigantic
girlfriend read her messages on her phone to the background noise of the television.
“Ugh,” Allison muttered, sitting upright and rocking Clark’s
position, sending him tumbling back down into the robe’s fuzzy pocket.
“What?” he asked, fighting his way back to the top.
“It’s Sadie,” Allison said with a sigh, showing him the
message, “she wants to come visit me… we talk almost every day, but we haven’t
seen each other since I moved here.” She looked away a moment, “I… I keep
telling her not to come.”
“Why?” Clark asked, “she’s your best friend, isn’t she?”
“I guess I’m worried about what could happen,” Allison
admitted, “I almost killed her once…”
“Allison,” Clark said firmly, or as firmly as he could at a
few inches tall and poking out of her pocket, “I don’t know why you’re doing
this to yourself, you’re not some kind of monster… yeah, you had an accident, that
sucks, but you can’t just stay away from your best friend for the rest of your
“She’s going to want to be tiny at some point, if she comes
to visit,” Allison muttered.
“Of course she will,” Clark laughed, “this is… this is amazing
Allison,” he gestured around, “yeah, there are some things that are scary but…”
he sighed, “it’s something most people never get to experience, being like this
I mean. It’s an adventure!”
Allison was quiet a moment, then her mouth curled into a
small smile, “Since you’re so adventurous, maybe we should go get that
microscope?” He gulped and she laughed, “kidding!” she said, holding her phone
up and typing a message to Sadie, “I think you’re right… I’ll tell her she can
come see me… well, see us.” She gave him a wink as she hit “send.”
Sadie bounded through
the airport gate, an immense roller bag behind her as she looked around eagerly
for Allison and Clark. She was wearing a pink sweater, designer jeans, and a
pair of dark sunglasses that contrasted well with her long blonde hair as she
scanned the terminal for them.
“Over here!” Allison called, waving a gloved hand.
“AHH!” Sadie squealed, practically sprinting to her friend.
“W-Wait, be careful!” Allison warned as Sadie reached around
to hug her.
“I worse long sleeves today specifically so I could do this!”
Sadie laughed, pulling Allison tight against her protests. Their cheeks touched
ever so slightly, and when they parted Sadie was maybe just a hair shorter than
the girl who’d stood at equal height to her a moment ago. “There, see?” she
said with a cocky smirk as she took her sunglasses off, “I didn’t die!” Her gaze
drifted behind Allison, where Clark was waiting with a subdued smile on his face,
“and this must be the new boyfriend?”
“The very same,” he said, reaching out to shake her hand, “I’ve
heard a lot about you!”
“I’m guessing you were the little voice in her ear that gave
her the guts to finally let me come visit?” she asked, throwing an arm around a
“Yeah,” she said with a small smile, “he was…”
“Hey, Clark, you mind helping me with my checked luggage? It
should be coming out on the conveyer belt soon.”
He shrugged, following the two girls, who were rapidly
catching up, over to luggage claim.
“That one there!” Sadie said, pointing to a large box coming
down the line. Clark grabbed it, hefting it easily as the three of them left the
The three of them had gotten dinner at one of the city’s
more upscale restaurants, and as the two girls caught up, Allison seemed more
and more relaxed, soon she was gossiping with her friend like old times, and
the girls laughed as Sadie recounted the things their classmates had gotten up
to after graduation. For Clark’s part he was excited to learn more about
Allison’s life, and Sadie eagerly filled him in on details as the night went
Finally the trio returned to Allison’s apartment, where she
produced a bottle of red wine and a glass for each of them.
“Anyways, Ted asked me what happened to you after
graduation,” Sadie said, swirling her glass a moment, “after the whole prom
incident I think you always kind of freaked him out.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Allison said with a sigh.
“No, like he really had a phobia of you or something,” Sadie
said with a giggle, “I’m pretty sure he still crosses the street if he sees a
“That seems a little extreme,” Clark said with a frown. He
was familiar with the story of Allison’s prom, and the disaster that had unfolded
after she’d accidentally shrunk her date with a kiss, but the aftermath was new
“You’re telling me, you only put him down to like four and a
half feet,” Sadie said, rolling her eyes. She glanced at Clark, “you know what
I mean, right tough guy? I hear Allison sends you down to bug size all the time!”
He choked on his wine slightly, clearing his throat with a
blush, “Uh… yeah, she does… how much does she tell you?”
“Sadie!” Allison squeaked.
Sadie blinked, her own face suddenly going red, “uh… nothing!”
Clark just stared at the two of them a moment, then chuckled,
“okay, fine, you two are close, I get it…”
“She’s got nothing but good things to say,” Sadie said with
a wink, taking another sip of her wine, “I’ve been small, it’s a trip, I get
“You know Sadie,” Allison said, a red tinge in her cheeks as
she stared into her own cup, “you should share an embarrassing story about your
own shrinking with Clark, you know, just to make it even…”
“Pfft,” Sadie laughed, “I’m shameless! Sure, why not?”
“Okay,” Allison said with a giggle, scooting closer to
Clark, who laid an arm around her as Sadie looked on from the chair, “let’s tell
Clark the story about you and Ken.”
Sadie’s eyes suddenly went wide, “Okay, I take it back, not
“Who’s Ken?” Clark asked, laughing.
“Oh god…” Sadie muttered, burying her head in her hands, “okay,
so… to start with, you know Allison used to shrink me sometimes?”
“Yeah?” Clark said curiously.
“So,” Sadie began, “after she got her powers, Allison couldn’t
really socialize as much…”
“So we would do sleepovers,” Allison giggled, “every Friday
night, if neither of us were busy.”
“Anyway,” Sadie continued, “we had this game we did, Allison
would make me small and I’d be…” she sighed, “Barbie.”
“Barbie?” Clark asked, raising an eyebrow, “like-“
“Yeah, like the doll,” Sadie moaned in embarrassment.
“Oh, come on, we had a lot of fun!” Allison said, laughing.
“Yeah,” Sadie said with a small smile, “we did, we had a ton
of doll clothes, I’d let Allison dress me and accessorize me, brush my hair-“
“Dress you?” Clark cut in, giving an embarrassed Allison a
“Hey, you’ve been small,” Sadie said defensively, “when you’re
shrunk there isn’t a ton of room for modesty.” She rolled her eyes at the smug
expression he was giving Allison, who looked like she wanted to disappear into
her couch cushion.
“So what’s that have to do with Ken?” Clark asked, “and I’m
guessing Ken is the doll?”
“Yeah,” Sadie said with a sigh. She paused a moment, then
reached for the bottle and with a small smirk poured herself a little more
wine, which she took a swig of immediately. “So… Ken…” She still seemed embarrassed,
but she’d found the humor in the story at least, “in senior year, after the
prom incident, Allison was pretty down. We had our normal sleepover the next
weekend, we both really needed it. After her parents went to bed, she shrank me
down like usual… am I getting this right Allison?”
“Right,” Allison said, sitting up slightly and giggling at
the memory, “I’d stolen a pair of wine coolers from my parents, neither of us
had ever had alcohol before and-“
“And a wine cooler goes a lot further when you’re the
size of a doll,” Sadie said with an embarrassed smirk. “Now, usually when I was
small, I would hang out in Barbie’s dreamhouse, we’d put the open facing side
towards the TV and we could talk and hang out and stuff while I had my own
“That night we were watching… hell, I don’t even remember,”
Allison said, “but it had Leonardo Dicaprio in it, and he was shirtless in a
lot of the movie…” She bit her lip, “I always had an old Ken doll that I
kept in the dreamhouse, usually just in the bed.”
“So I was feeling kind of turned on, and a little drunk,”
Sadie said, “and Ken, he was just there in the bed, so I called Allison over
and started taking his pants off and…”
“She fucked Ken!” Allison burst out laughing.
Clark’s eyes went wide, and he snorted, then burst into
laughter too, “Oh god, that’s… that’s hilarious!” He tried to collect himself
as Sadie just gave a small smile, the blonde’s cheeks bright red as she stared
into her wine glass, “how did you do that?” Clark wheezed, “he doesn’t have any…
I mean Ken dolls don’t have-“
“I just lifted up my dress and kind of ground against him,
okay?” Sadie said. That caused another round of laughter from Clark and
Allison, and Sadie just scowled and waited for them to finish. When the
laughter had died down a bit she crossed her arms, “there you go Clark, that’s
my most embarrassing story of being shrunk, can Allison and I talk dirty details
without guilt now?”
“Oh wow,” Clark breathed, still recovering, “I mean… yeah, I
guess that’s fair… fucking Ken, that is priceless,” he started laughing
again. Sadie giggled a little herself, then joined the two of them laughing.
Finally, when the three had gotten it out of their systems, Sadie placed her
wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up.
“Thanks for finally letting me come see you Allison,” she
said with a sad smile, “I’ve really missed hanging out with you like this. I
know I always had a lot of people around at school but…” she sighed, “you were
the only one I could ever really talk to, be myself with, you know?”
“Yeah,” Allison said sadly, returning the smile, “I… I
shouldn’t have run away.”
Sadie sighed, then clapped her hands, “well, I don’t know
about you two, but I’m beat.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll head back down to my place,” Clark said
with a yawn.
“I’ll grab some extra blankets for the couch,” Allison said,
standing up, but Sadie stopped her.
“Nice try,” she chuckled, “but I didn’t come all this way to
sleep on your couch Allison.” Sadie swayed her hips as she practically danced
her way over to the large box she’d checked at the airport. She tore it open
gleefully, grunting as she lifted the contents out.
Allison stared at the myriad pink and white plastic façade,
the small car parked in the faux garage, and the small sized furniture, all
seemingly untouched from when she’d left it behind during her move years ago. The
dollhouse was the same one she’d had when she was younger, the one that had
stayed in her room through her teenage years, serving as Sadie’s abode during
their Fridays together. Allison’s mouth opened in shock as she dropped to her
knees, examining it.
“You brought this?” Allison whispered happily.
“Along with all my dresses and accessories,” Sadie said
happily, “I’m staying in my dreamhouse tonight, it’s been way too long.”
And that's how Allison got her favorite doll back. Hope everyone's enjoying things so far!
Dollhouses and Microscopes by Greenanon
Dr. Kendra glared angrily at the data on her computer
screen, sipping her coffee in the silence of her office. She heard her door
open and growled, looking up at Dr. Kimbers. The middle aged man with the slick
black hair smirked, adjusting his glasses while he waited for her to greet him.
“Well?” She asked impatiently.
“I heard that the subject has reconnected with her friend?”
he said neutrally, “this is unusual behavior, are you sure that the subject is
“Allison is merely having a friend visit,” Dr. Kendra
said with an edge to her voice, “there is no need to be concerned.”
“Kendra,” Kimbers said, grinning slightly as he sat down
across from her, “you know that I have long believed the subject should be
here, under direct quarantine and observation, but so long as she exhibited a
certain… routine, stasis if you will, I was willing to let my concerns remain
unsaid.” He pursed his lips, “with this new romantic partner, and now reaching
out to old classmates?” he sighed, “we are increasing risk by the day, she
could simply decide she no longer wants to cooperate, she could travel
somewhere and break containment. The subject-“
“Allison,” Kendra repeated.
“Allison,” Kimbers conceded with a shrug, “is it worth
potentially losing out on the scientific breakthrough of a millennia just to
let one girl have a façade of normalcy?” Kendra was silent, and Kimbers smirked
and continued, “we can table this for now… did we learn anything new from her
“Just more questions,” she growled, happy to have the
subject changed, “the compound she produces that triggers the shrinking isn’t particularly
complicated, as you know our synthetic version has failed to trigger any
unusual properties. The new blood samples have had every imaginable test done
to them and we haven’t found anything out of the ordinary…”
“We should be taking samples from her organs!” Kimbers
complained, “you have to let us bring her in!”
“This meeting is over,” Kendra snapped, pointing to her
door. The other scientist gave her a dark look, then got up and walked out the
door without a word.
Allison, she thought with a sigh, slumping in her
chair, we’ve got to figure you out soon… I’m worried what will happen if we
Clark walked up the stairs to Allison’s apartment, he’d gone
home the night before as the girls were setting up their dollhouse, and having
just completed his weekend shift he had the next few days off. He’d gone
through a local fast food chain and brought Allison’s favorite breakfast sandwich,
along with one for Sadie. He fumbled on his key ring for the one to Allison’s
apartment, walking in with a smile.
“Girls!” he called, “I brought breakfast!”
He looked around for them, his eyes landing on Allison, in
her pajamas, holding a doll-sized blonde in a pair of matching pink sleepwear
in her gloved hand. The TV was on in the background, but neither of them were
watching it, and Allison had a small brush and was running it through Allison’s
“Good morning Clark!” she called happily, and Allison waved
too, smiling in her friend’s grip.
“Hey,” he said with a smile, “has Sadie been small all
“Yep!” the doll-woman beamed, “it was just like old times, I
missed my dreamhouse bed so much…” she sighed happily, melting into Allison’s
arms as the larger woman finished running the plastic pink brush through her
“So… are you going to regrow at all today?” Clark asked,
sitting down on the couch across from them.
“Heck no,” Sadie said excitedly as Allison placed her on the
coffee table, “I’m on vacation, I’m staying a doll! If we have to go out
anywhere just dress me up and toss me in your purse.”
“I topped her off this morning,” Allison said with a smirk,
patting her “doll” on the head.
“How do you shrink her?” Clark asked curiously as he handed
Allison her sandwich.
“Oh, we make out,” Sadie said nonchalantly. Allison choked
on a bit of her sandwich, her eyes bulging as she looked at Sadie and Clark.
“Kidding!” the blonde doll giggled, “she usually just licks the tip of her
thumb and presses it against my forehead, rinse and repeat until I’m this
size!” She did a quick twirl for emphasis.
“She just gives me her a pair of her dirty socks and tells
me what height I should be by the time she gets home,” Clark said with a wry
“You really should give me a pair,” Sadie said, causing
Allison to sigh and roll her eyes as she got up, “hey, don’t give me that look
Allison! It’s just to shrink me, seriously!”
“Whatever weirdo,” Allison chuckled as she opened up a small
box next to the dollhouse. She returned a moment later with a handful of
dresses and other items. She sat across from Sadie and began laying out the
“Hmm…” Sadie mused, walking along the coffee table and
persuing the outfits, “the princess gown is a little heavy, oh! The sundress
Allison!” She pointed to a blue doll-sized sundress and matching straw hat.
“Okay, let’s dress up Barbie,” Allison chuckled, reaching
around the doll sized woman for the Velcro on the back of the dress.
“Oh, uh, do you want me to leave?” Clark asked uncertainly.
“She’s just dressing her doll Clark, gosh,” Sadie teased
with a wink.
“Yeah Clark,” Allison joined with a smirk as she pulled the
doll pajamas off her friend. Clark started again as he realized Sadie was now
naked, her breasts bouncing free as the pink outfit was lifted off her. He
blushed as he took in the doll sized woman’s body, she was toned, a little
pale, and where the dark hair between Allison’s legs sometimes bordered on
overgrown, Sadie’s nethers were as shaved bare as her legs were, the smooth
skin inviting to the eye as the tiny woman shivered slightly on the table.
“Whew, it’s always a little colder at this size,” she
muttered. She noticed Clark eyeing her, and she had an almost aggressive smile
on her face as she lowered her hands, refusing to cover herself. The red shade
of his face deepened as Sadie placed her hands on her hips, seemingly splaying
her legs defiantly as Allison readied the dress.
“No underwear for dolls,” she explained, in a tone like she
was telling him it was going to rain later, “like I said, you know how it is
for us people who get tiny, no modesty.”
“R-Right,” Clark stammered, shooting a look at Allison. If
she had a problem with her best friend naked in front of her boyfriend, she
didn’t show it. He licked his lips nervously.
Allison noticed Clark’s discomfort, and smirked a little,
“hey, relax, we’re all having fun here.”
His heartbeat slowed a little, and Sadie seemed a little
smug as Allison pulled the doll-sized sundress over her head. She twirled
again, letting the dress spin around her as Allison placed a tiny wide brimmed
straw hat on her head. Finally, to complete the outfit, Allison took a blue
silk ribbon, tying it around Sadie’s waist as a sash.
“Ta-da!” Allison said, showing off her dressed “doll,” “what
do you think Clark?”
“She uh, she looks great,” he said, still a little nervous.
“Do you want to pick her up?” Allison said, gently pushing
Sadie by her back across the coffee table towards him.
He looked at Sadie, who cocked an eyebrow as she waited for
his answer, “Sure,” he said, deciding to embrace whatever weird game Allison
was playing, “if it’s all right with her I guess.”
“Go for it big guy!” Sadie giggled, “I love being picked
up…” She bit her lip, “I mean… only Allison’s ever done it, but still.”
With a shrug he reached out, closing his hands around the
foot tall woman. It was an odd feeling, holding someone in his hand like that,
and he brought her up to his face for a closer look. She was soft, surprisingly
warm, and he was very aware of the curves of her body against his palm, he
could feel the round globes of her backside well through the thin material of
the doll’s dress.
Sadie’s calmness seemed to have disappeared, and she had a
flushed look as she squirmed slightly in his grip, “Wow,” she muttered, biting
her lip. The way she writhed slightly in his hand didn’t help his own
embarrassment, and he gulped as she ground her ass slid against his palm.
“What?” Allison asked, amused.
“It’s uh, a little different being held by a guy,” Sadie
admitted, blushing as she looked from Clark to Allison, “his hands are rougher,
his grip is a little…” she gulped, “stronger…”
“What do you think Clark?” Allison asked, sidling up to him,
making sure to avoid skin contact as she peered down at Sadie, trapped in his
grip, “is it fun holding a tiny girl?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, watching Sadie’s breath pick up a
little as her tiny arms came down on his fingers. She was clearly trying to
keep a lustful expression off her face, which just made her that much cuter…
“I’m really glad you two are getting along so well,” Allison
giggled, leering slightly at Sadie. She bit her lip and looked at the tiny
woman, then back to her boyfriend, “I-It’s kind of messed up but… I kind of
like watching you two together, flirting like this.”
“W-We aren’t flirting!” Clark said, accidentally jostling
Sadie, who squealed in surprise as he shifted.
“T-This is your fault!” Sadie said, pointing at the giant
holding her, “Allison was a quiet shy girl before dating you, you made her
“Wait what?” Allison asked, backing away and crossing her
arms a little defensively.
“I made her kinky?” Clark said, placing the doll
sized woman on the coffee table, “you’ve been playing dolly with her for
“T-That was just fun and games!” Sadie said.
“What about Ken?” Clark asked, smirking slightly at her beet
“Guys!” Allison snapped, interrupting their argument. She
breathed out a moment, trying to collect herself, “Look,” she said finally,
“you two have both really helped me come to terms with this part of myself,
honestly? Ever since this shrinking thing started happening I’ve had wild
fantasies, some of them-“
“Evil,” Clark said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, “I prefer the term mischievous, but
sure. Now, did either of you two ever fantasize about being a giant girl’s
plaything before you met me?”
“Nope,” Sadie said with a shrug.
“Can’t say it crossed my mind,” Clark admitted.
“Well, there you go,” Allison said triumphantly, “if
anything, I fucked you two in the head, and now you’re stuck on this
ride with me.”
“I…” Sadie glanced at Clark and gave a small smile, “I can’t
really think of a good comeback for that one.”
“No, I think she’s got us,” Clark said with a sigh.
“You’re right, I do,” Allison giggled, “as far as I’m concerned,
you’re both my little dollies now, and sometimes I’ll want play with you
both, sometimes at the same time! Do either of you have a problem with the
Clark and Sadie’s eyes both went wide, and they glanced at
each other again, waiting to see the other’s reaction. Finally, they turned
back to her in unison.
“I uh…” Clark cleared his throat, “yeah, okay.”
“I’m game,” Sadie said nervously, “he’s hot enough.”
Allison clapped her gloved hands together excitedly, “Great!
Now there’s something I really wanted to do today, and it’s going to be a lot
easier with two little people.” She glanced at Clark, still full sized,
and grinned, “it’s really more fun when you try to get away,” she said in a
“Oh fu-“ he started, springing up as he recognized the
predatory look in her eye.
“Get him girl!” Sadie cheered as Allison stripped her shirt
and gloves off, standing topless save for a black bra as she advanced on the
How hard does she want me to try to escape? He
wondered, fumbling with the dead bolt on the door, would she really chase me
The question became irrelevant as he felt a wet finger slip
into his ear, “wet willy!” Allison laughed as he cringed, wincing away from the
door a moment at the slimy feeling.
“Gross!” he exclaimed, backing away from her. He did his
best to wipe the spit out of his ear using his shirt, but as she plodded after
him around the dining table he realized he was already down to her height, a
moment later they rounded it and she had him corralled, standing smugly between
him and the apartment’s door.
“Looks like you didn’t wipe off all that spit in time,” she
mused, looking down at him slightly. She lunged at him, and they began
grappling, and with every passing second of contact with her skin he was
growing smaller, weaker. She giggled again as he reached chest height, then hooked
her arm around him, before he could force himself away, she lifted her arm,
forcing his face directly into her armpit.
Clark grimaced, she was clean today of course, but she still
had a slightly sweaty odor as she ground him in, covering his face in her salty
musk. He tried to protest, to push away, but at this size her grip was like
iron, he couldn’t even budge her as she taunted him.
“Oh, you like that Clark?” she laughed, “take a nice deep
whiff, just let all that size slip away…”
“He must have really liked it!” Sadie called, practically
bouncing up and down on the coffee table as she watched Allison shrink him,
“look! He’s down to your waist already!”
It was true, and his clothes were already falling off of him
as Allison expertly lifted his shirt off, tossing it like a blanket away from
him. She lunged for him again, laughing as she easily knocked him to the carpet
and pinned his wrists. He squirmed in her grip, powerless to stop her as she
forced her chest into his face.
“That’s it,” she cooed, “just bury your face there and let
yourself get tiny… you’re just a doll Clark, time to join my collection!”
“No!” he moaned one last time before her breasts, held
together by the strap of her bra, smothered his face, silencing him. She didn’t
even have to pin him, releasing his wrists as he shrank beneath her. His face
became buried between the soft pillow flesh of her breasts as they seemed to
draw his size out of him, becoming larger as he dwindled away.
“Annnd… perfect,” Allison said approvingly, sitting up and
releasing the dazed Clark. Looking up at her he could tell he’d been reduced to
doll size, or close to it, “Wait there,” Allison said with a wink as she stood
back up. He watched as his giant girlfriend threw her shirt back on, then
replaced her gloves, allowing her to handle him without reducing him any
further. With a hum she scooped him up, and then deposited him, still naked, on
the coffee table next to Sadie.
“Hiya! Welcome to the toy chest!” Sadie joked, sizing him
up. She strutted over to him, swaying her hips slightly as he involuntarily
covered himself with his hands. She frowned, “hey, no covering up, you got to
He sighed, and with a resigned smile forced his hands to his
“Very,” Sadie giggled, taking him in.
“You two wait here while I go get something,” Allison said,
turning towards her bedroom.
“Can I get some doll clothes too?” Clark called.
Allison paused, then shook her head, “Nah, you won’t be able
to fit in them for very long anyways.”
I won’t be able to, he gulped nervously and looked to
Sadie, who had a gleeful grin on her face.
“Ooooh someone’s getting smaller!” she teased. She clapped
her hands suddenly, “oh god, do you think she wants to make you doll sized to me?
That would be so much fun, a doll with her own doll!”
“You’re really into the whole doll thing, aren’t you?” he
asked with an amused grin.
“Yeah?” Sadie said, as if it were the most obvious thing in
the world, “I fucking love this, I used to look forward to it all week,
it’s the ultimate stress relief.”
“Stress relief?” Clark asked skeptically. “I really like
doing this kind of thing with Allison, but I don’t know if I’d call it…
Sadie just shrugged, “you guys play different games I guess,
for me I don’t have to worry about anything in the world, I just get to be cute
and have fun and hang out with my best friend!” She gestured to the dreamhouse,
“plus, I own my own home!” She giggled, “I used to kind of beg Allison to just
keep me this size, like we could just say I ran away or something.”
“Would you really want that?” Clark asked, raising an
eyebrow, “I mean… sometimes she teases me that she’s going to do that, keep me
small I mean, but I know she doesn’t mean it.”
“I don’t either,” Sadie laughed, “I’ve got a life outside
the dollhouse unfortunately, still, it’s fun to dream…”
“Okay guys and dolls,” Allison said, walking back into the
room, “today we’re playing with this!” she held up the microscope.
Clark’s eyes went wide and he gave an involuntary nervous
start, oh shit, he thought nervously, does she really want to make me
small enough that we’ll need… he gulped as Allison set the device on the
table, it was a standard black metal and plastic one like he would have
expected to see in any school science lab, standing a little taller off the
table than he and Sadie did now. As he watched Allison set a pair of tweezers,
an eye dropper, and a pair of petri dishes next to it, carefully arranging them
with her gloved hands. Completing the illusion was a white labcoat she’d thrown
on over some of her normal clothes.
“And today my lovely friend Sadie will be acting as my lab
assistant!” Allison said, handing down a small doll sized labcoat to Sadie, who
squealed excitedly and put it on over her blue dress, an almost comical fashion
statement given the straw sunhat she left on. “It’s from Dr. Barbie,” Allison
said with a smirk, “it seemed appropriate.”
“So Doctor Allison,” Sadie said, practically skipping over
to Clark and hooking and arm around his, “what experiments are we conducting
“Well, I’ve been curious for a while now about whether
there’s a floor to how small I can shrink people,” Allison said, placing a
notebook and pen down next, “I was thinking we could try to figure it out,
especially while I have a tiny lab assistant here to keep an eye on things when
you get too small for me to handle.”
“I’m guessing I’m the guinea pig for this?” Clark asked with
“Yeah,” Allison admitted with a smile. She bit her lip and
looked away a minute, “if you really don’t want to do it, we can find
something else to do today-“
“No,” he said with a halfhearted chuckle, “I get that this
is something you really want to do, and I’ve got enough time off this week to
wait to regrow from just about any size, so…” he steeled himself, “let’s do
it.” He had a sudden thought and looked up at her in a panic, “hey, this is…
safe right? As safe as any other shrinking? Will a germ try to eat me if I go
“Probably not,” Allison said with a shrug, “bugs, animals,
whatever, they fucking hate whatever is in me that makes you guys
shrink, dogs go crazy when I try to pet them, and I haven’t even seen a bug in
years.” She tapped her chin in thought, “I’m guessing you probably won’t
need to worry about anything bothering you, no matter how small you get.”
“Ugh that’s true,” Sadie muttered, “I used to have her
shrink me just by a few inches when our families went camping, it was enough to
keep the ticks and mosquitos away.”
“Still, a little security would be nice,” Clark said
“I’ll trail him down!” Sadie volunteered, “not quite as
small as him obviously, but I could stay maybe like a hundred or so times his
size, that way if anything did bother him, I could step on it!”
“That’ll work!” Allison beamed, “okay, ready to get
“As I’ll ever be,” Clark muttered.
“Let’s start with a kiss,” Allison said, picking him up and
bringing him to her lips. The soft pink pillows enveloped his head, and he
winced as her tongue darted out, tasting him slightly and causing the rate of
his shrinking to pick up. She kept pressing against him, lifting her hand as he
got smaller, until he was struggling with his entire body against her mouth,
the gentle kisses having become overwhelming blows against his body, soft as
“Okay, let’s take a look!” Allison said, pulling him away.
He looked up in awe at her immense face, she’d quickly kissed him down to half
an inch, maybe smaller, and where he’d been picked up in her hand like a doll,
he was now pinched between her gloved fingers like an errant bug.
“He’s so cute!” Sadie gushed as Clark was slowly lowered
down to her. He grunted as Sadie took him, the doll sized woman prying him from
between the colossus’s fingers and gripping him herself. “This is crazy!” Sadie
said, grinning gleefully down at him, “I’m a doll, and you’re… well,
you’re not even a doll to me Clark, you’re like, a… a mouse maybe? I don’t
“Just be careful with me!” Clark said, looking around the
titanic world and trying to keep himself from panicking.
“Hey, I gotcha!” Sadie said, giggling as he turned him
upside down. He shouted in panic as she dangled him by one leg, looking in awe
at his tiny form as she slowly rotated it, “wow,” she breathed.
“Hey! Sadie!” Allison snapped, her booming voice bringing
the doll-woman’s attention back up to the looming giantess overhead, “you
always complained about how much it hurts to get dangled by your leg, cut it
“Oh, sorry,” she said, biting her lip as she righted Clark.
“It’s okay,” he said, shaking his head to get rid of the
“Sadie, put him on this!” Allison called down, sliding a
microscope slide at the doll woman’s feet.
Sadie nodded, bending down and carefully placing Clark in
the center of the small glass slide. He swallowed nervously as he looked
around, Sadie towered over him, her one foot height making her the size of an
office building as she loomed overhead, giving him a grin as she put her hands
on her hips and regarded him. Beyond her Allison stood like a faraway mountain.
He watched as her arm moved through the air, seeming impossibly large for
something moving that fast.
“Okay, this next part is a little gross,” Allison laughed,
picking up the petri dish. She slowly held it under her mouth and pursed her
lips, letting a long trail of spit drop into it. She repeated the gesture, then
wiped her mouth, satisfied she’d provided enough to work with. Next, she placed
it down next to Sadie, picking up a small eyedropper and dipping into the pool
of her saliva. “I thought about collecting some sweat,” she said, “but… well,
this just seemed like the best option.”
Clark’s heart pounded as the eyedropper the size of a bus
hovered over him, the nozzle big enough to slip his head into if she lowered it
down a bit more. With a squeeze of the end, Allison sent a, to her, miniscule
drop of her spit down onto him. He cried out in surprise when it burst over
him, soaking his half inch form in the sticky fluid.
“Down you go!” Sadie said, giving him a mocking wave as she
knelt over the slide.
Down is right, he thought, watching the world grow
around him again. He did his best to wipe her spit off him, but at this size,
and with nothing but his naked body and the glass slide beneath him to work
with, it was difficult.
“Let me help you out there bug,” Sadie said, snatching him
up between her fingers. She quickly wiped him off on her dress, causing the
shrinking to come to a halt when he was the size of an ant in the doll-woman’s
“Thanks!” he shouted as loud as he could.
Sadie leaned in, angling her ear to him, “sorry, you’re
getting hard to hear,” she laughed.
“Did he say something?” Allison boomed overhead.
“I think so, but I’m not sure what it was,” Sadie said back.
“God, he’s so… insignificant!” Allison laughed,
leaning down as close as she could to Sadie and squinting, “I can just barely
see something in your hand,” she muttered. She grinned broadly, a
gesture that stretched across the sky, her glimmering white teeth a
constellation above him, “you’re officially not a bug anymore Clark, I think
you’re… you’re more of a germ!”
Allison shivered at the thought, I did this to him, I
made him a speck… what kind of life would that be? He could spend his whole
life in a few inches of my carpet, just trying to live off whatever crumbs I
occasionally dropped… even those would be like mountains to him, he’d trek for
days just trying to get to a place where I had a snack- She forced herself
to breath out, there are those evil fantasies again Allison.
“Okay, put him down,” she ordered Sadie, “we’re ready for
the next dose!”
Sadie slowly lowered him down to the slide again, and a
moment later the eye dropper, now a massive skyscraper sized itself, loomed
over him again, preparing to send him into realms beyond sight. He stared up at
it, his heart fluttering as he watched those massive fingers, fingers that
wouldn’t even notice him crawling on them, begin to squeeze another ocean sized
glob of spit down onto him.
He involuntarily took a breath as the massive sphere of
saliva fell towards him, and his world seemed to explode as it made contact,
knocking him away from the impact zone like a meteor strike as the fluid washed
over him like a flood, blurring the world and causing his size to begin
dwindling away again.
For a moment he panicked, then he realized… he didn’t feel
like he needed to breath. It felt like he would sometime, but not for a while.
At least that’s one benefit of being… shit, am I
microscopic yet? The droplet of spit washed him along the surface of the
slide, a passenger raced away on a tide as he contemplated the question, all
the while shrinking away.
“Do you see him?” Allison asked, a little nervous.
“Uh, no,” Sadie said, biting her lip as she knelt over the
slide, scanning it for any sign of movement.
“Well, you’re going to have to get closer to his scale
then,” Allison said with a sigh. Without warning, she held the eye dropper over
Sadie, squeezing it and sending a glob of the saliva into the back of her head.
“Hey, what the-“ Sadie began, bolting upright as her hair
was instantly soaked. Her eyes went wide as she began shrinking down out of her
“Get on the slide!” Allison said, gesturing quickly,
“Clark’s going to be a lot smaller than you, when you find him, get as close to
the middle as you can!”
“Uh, okay got it!” Sadie said. She felt herself slide out of
the oversized tent of her dress, and quickly scurried over to the slide,
standing over it as her height diminished. Her eyes raced across the growing
world of glass at her feet, looking for any sign of Clark.
Clark wasn’t sure how long the wave had lasted, but the
current had finally slowed, letting him force himself to his feet in the vast
knee high sea of Allison’s spit, and he looked around at the vast glass plane
and took in the scale of the world she’d sent him to.
God I’m small, he thought, looking at the edge of the
slide, miles away. Allison leaned over him still, but she was so far away it
was hard to make her out as a person, she was more like… a planet, a vast
astronomical body in the sky far away. He looked up at her, utterly beyond her
perception, and couldn’t help but feel aroused at the thought. Her breath,
faraway and soft though it was, rushed by him like a warm wind, blowing his
hair as he tried to keep his focus on the beautiful brunette dominating the
“Hey! Clark!” a voice called.
He spun around and started, Sadie was looming over him,
grinning excitedly as she stomped through the remaining puddle of spit towards
him. She was naked, having long ago shrunk out of a doll sized dress that
loomed behind her like a mountain range.
“I think you stopped shrinking!” she exclaimed.
He looked around and nodded, “yeah,” he said with a grin, “I
think you’re right!”
“Shit, I think I’m coming down there too,” Sadie muttered,
watching herself shrink as she stood in the sea of Allison’s spit that still
coated the center of the slide. She continued to dwindle, becoming a giant,
then an amazon, and finally stopping just a little shorter than him as the two
of them stood together in the vast and endless spit-covered glass landscape.
“Wow,” Sadie murmured, looking up at Allison’s colossal
form, “we are…”
“Tiny,” Clark said with a smile, “yeah…”
“Okay, I hope you guys found each other,” Allison said
nervously, “umm… just hold on!”
Their world shifted, and the two of them struggled to stay
upright as Allison picked up the microscope slide. They both fell, splashing
into the remaining gunk as it ran off the edge, even though Allison did her
best to keep the slide level, to the two germ sized passengers it was an
intense earthquake as she set their world in place below the microscope.
There was a thunderous click overhead as Allison selected a
lense, and their sky was dominated by a black column, descending like some
alien mothership as Allison shifted their world again, slowly searching the
slide for them.
Come on, come on… Allison thought, her heart pounding
as she scanned the microscopic world, this was too dangerous, I shouldn’t
have done this, oh god what if they’re hurt down there, what if-
Her heart leapt as she saw two specks, she stopped, focusing
in on them. Clark and Sadie heard another roaring *click* as she changed to a
more intense magnification.
“I see you!” she squealed gleefully. She winced as she saw
Sadie and Clark cover their ears. “Oh, she whispered, “sorry.” She cleared her
throat, “are you guys okay?”
The two of them gave exaggerated nods, and Clark shot her a
thumbs up and a grin she could just barely make out. Allison let herself fall
back from the microscope, sighing with relief. She checked again, satisfied
that the shrinking had well and truly stopped.
“It looks like we’ve discovered the endpoint of my shrinking
powers,” Allison said quietly, smiling as she stared down at her friends. She
began jotting down figures in the notebook, excitedly checking the
magnification level on the microscope and fighting the urge to jump in
“And you guys can breathe okay?” the voice of the goddess
echoed across the glass plain.
“YES!” Sadie shouted, giving her a thumbs up and nodding
“I don’t think we even need to breathe at this size,”
Clark muttered, rubbing his chin, “I got a C in biology, but… some weird stuff
is going on with us right now.”
“Ah, let the egghead up there worry about it,” Sadie said
with a smile, “come on! We’re bacteria! This is… we’re like astronauts, but for
being small! One small step for Sadie and Clark! What should we do?”
Clark looked to his left, seeing endless glass into the
horizon, then to his right, seeing the same, “Uh… I don’t know, if we do this again
we should turn on the radio or something, the microscopic world doesn’t really
have a lot to-“ he was cut off as Sadie tackled him, locking him into a kiss.
Allison giggled as she watched the two of them tumble, naked
in each other’s embrace at a microscopic size, “Hey you two, we have more
scientific inquiries to-“ she scowled as she saw Sadie shoot her a middle
fingered salute. She rolled her eyes, “I guess I did tell them they were both
my dolls…” She looked down through the microscope, biting her lip as she saw
what they were doing. “Fuck it,” she muttered, her hand dipping into her pants.
“Hey, specks! Flip over! I want to see Clark on top!”
The two of them paused, looking up at the enormous
microscope lense above them, “We better do what she says,” Clark said with a
smirk, “she could stick this entire slide in her old sock or something if we
“I can’t believe she’s still pushing us around at this
size,” Sadie growled, rolling onto her back, “it’s so…”
“Hot?” Clark asked with a grin, pinning Sadie’s wrist.
“Yeah!” Sadie beamed.
Allison continued to touch herself as she watched her two
tiny prisoners explore one another in the microscopic world she’d sent them to.
She came with a grunt, giggling as she held her glistening fingers up to her
face. She took another look down at the other two, they weren’t quite done yet,
and casually she reached down and wiped her wet finger on the edge of the
slide, far away from them, but at that size they’d be able to smell it for
hours until they started to get bigger.
She sighed as she leaned back in her chair, grabbing her
notebook and jotting down a few other observations, Dr. Kendra and those
guys at the lab are going to go nuts for this stuff, she thought with a
smile. She noticed her still wet finger and smirked, maybe not everything
needs to go in the report though…
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“Do I have to go home?” Sadie moaned, looking up at
the giant form of Allison from her dreamhouse balcony.
“We’ve been over this Sadie,” Allison smirked, “you can’t
stay a dolly forever, your flight leaves tomorrow in the afternoon, so you’re
going to have to regrow tonight, no extra shrinking doses after eight PM.”
“Fine,” Sadie pouted halfheartedly. Allison just chuckled,
wondering what her friend would do if she actually agreed to keep her forever.
A smug smile drifted across her face as she turned towards
the couch, where a four-inch Clark was struggling to roll out a towel beneath
the end seat as she’d instructed.
“What about you Clark?” she teased, “you could stay
tiny forever, I don’t need another doll, but you’d look great in a gerbil
He gulped, pausing his work of laying out the nail polish
for Allison’s manicure, “I don’t know,” he said hesitantly, “sounds like kind
of a restrictive life…” he loved it when she teased him about things like this
of course, but the game was only fun if he at least pretended to be
“I mean, I’ve never gotten to have a pet,” Allison said,
walking around the couch slowly, “it could be fun… you wouldn’t need a job or
money or anything, I’ll just replace the wood shavings and toss you some seeds
and stuff every now and then.”
“Don’t you think I’m better as a free man most of the time?”
he asked, hefting the nail polish bottle like a barrel, “who’s going to take
you out on your birthday if I live in a gerbil cage?”
“I suppose you make a good point,” Allison said with a sigh,
walking over to pick Sadie up from the dreamhouse balcony, “but you better keep
me happy, or else I might want a pet more than a boyfriend!”
“Will do,” he said with a nod.
“For today…” Allison said, placing Sadie down on the towel
with Clark, “you’re both going to give me a pedicure.” She tapped her chin and
grinned, “let’s make it interesting, you two will race to see who can paint
each foot’s toenails first!”
“What happens if you win?” Clark asked, looking up at the
doll sized Sadie, who loomed nearly three times his size.
“Oh it’s not so much about winning as it is about making me
happy, so… don’t lose?” Allison giggled.
Clark glanced at the giant doll-woman who just giggled and
winked as she easily hefted a nail polish brush the size of her forearm. Clark
looked down at his, almost as long as his whole body, and requiring him to heft
it over his shoulder to use properly.
“This seems a little unfair,” he protested, “could you make
Sadie smaller or something?”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that to her,” Allison cooed, causing
Sadie to giggle, “this is her last night to wear her nice doll clothes, would
you really want to take that away?”
“Yeah Clark, let me wear my doll clothes!” Sadie smirked.
“And, go!” Allison called, before they could argue further.
Clark grunted, running towards Allison’s right foot and
wielding the brush over his shoulder like a bazooka, covering a toenail the
size of his chest in a deep red polish that Allison had picked out. He
finished, leaving a shining crimson surface that reflected his face like a
mirror. He glanced up and scowled, Sadie was arrogantly strutting back for more
nail polish, having already finished the second of Allison’s left toes.
“Better pick up the pace Clark, you’re falling behind!” the
giant woman overhead called, head in her hands as she looked down, watching her
toys compete for her amusement.
He took a deep breath, sprinting as fast as he could with
the brush, dipping it in the barrel of nail polish and giving a powerful grunt
as he lifted it back out, his legs becoming sore as he returned to paint the
The warm vanilla scented lotion Allison had used on her feet
earlier filled his nostrils as he took deep breaths, doing his best to keep up
with his doll-sized rival. He panted with exertion, finishing the next two toes
without breaking to re-dip the brush. He turned to go back for the next round
“Done!” Sadie called cheerfully.
“Good job Sadie!” Allison clapped, looking down at the
completed foot. She frowned as she looked at her right, seeing two toes remaining
and Clark collapsed from the exertion of carrying the brush back and forth,
heaving as he lay on the towel.
“Poor Clark,” Allison giggled, reaching down and taking the
brush from his limp arms. Casually she held it between her fingers, dipping it
in the bottle of nail polish again and completing the task in a few seconds,
letting Clark watch as she easily moved the brush that had turned him to jelly,
finally putting it back in the bottle and screwing the cap on with a smug grin.
“Maybe you were too hard on him,” Sadie said, walking over
and standing over him, a victorious colossus in her doll’s dress while he lay
naked at her feet, less than a third her size. “I think he lost a little more
height,” she said with a smug smirk, “he had to get a lot closer to your toes
than I did to paint them properly.”
"I just need a minute to catch my breath," he
Allison just shrugged, her foot hovering over him a moment,
filling his nostrils with that same oily-vanilla small he’d caught a whiff of
during the pedicure. The toes descended, pinching his torso between them,
lifting him up slightly as Allison admired his handiwork.
“The nails you got to aren’t bad looking,” Allison said,
squeezing him slightly between her warm scented toes, “but you still didn’t do
the job.” She gave a mock sigh, “I really should just shrink you down to
nothing, a night at microscopic size stuck between my toes would teach you a
lesson about letting your girlfriend down like this!”
Clark felt an erection stir, and he blushed as he thought of
what that would be like, a truly pathetic thing, clinging to survival between
her digits as she went about her day.
“W-Would you really do that to him?” Sadie asked, awed as
she watched him dwindle in the grip of Allison’s toes.
Allison thought a moment, then gave a wicked grin, “hey, we
know microscopic size is safe, heck if you think about it, it’s probably safer
than being doll size is… you guys are impossible to squish at that size, Clark
says you don’t even need air.” She chewed her lip, thinking it over as she
watched her boyfriend’s body dwindle further into the grasp of her clutching
toes, his entire body would fit between them soon, and the vanilla scented
lotion grew stronger with each passing second. “The biggest roadblock is just
finding you after…” she snapped her fingers and beamed, “I’d just wipe between
my toes with a cloth, then leave it somewhere for you to safely regrow.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about how much thought you’re
putting into this!” Clark called with a grin.
“Hmm… one part of you seems to feel pretty good about
it,” Sadie said, pointing to his rock hard erection. Clark gasped as it was
hidden as Allison scrunched her toes around him again, hiding his entire lower
body between her soft and lotioned skin.
“It’s definitely an idea,” Allison said, “a camping trip
between my toes, I’d send you there tonight but…” she smirked and shrugged, “I
want you to drive Sadie and me to the airport tomorrow.”
She released her toes, dropping him down what to him was
almost a hundred feet, but to a full size Allison wasn’t even two, he grunted
as he hit the towel, whatever else it was certainly true that gravity and blunt
force didn’t hit as hard at this size…
As if reading his mind Allison slowly lowered her foot down
on him, grinning as she pressed down on the towel, stepping on him and covering
his world with her soft sole. She stood all the way up, and he grunted and
squirmed like a bug beneath her as she put all of her weight down on him. A
moment later she lifted her foot, glancing down to see him gasping for breath,
but otherwise unharmed.
“Y-You stepped on him!” Sadie said, spellbound, “y-you
always told me you were scared to do that-“
“I had to check,” Allison said, sitting back down, “I… I
always felt really bad about what happened that one time with us Sadie, but…”
she grinned, “I think I’m finally over it, I’ll still be careful when you guys
are at bigger sizes obviously, but it seems like, on soft surfaces and barefoot
at least, I can’t accidentally crush you guys once you’re small beyond a
“Uh, you’re not going to start stepping on us for fun are
you?” Sadie asked nervously.
Allison grinned and crossed her legs, looking down at Clark,
“depends on what size you are, I guess,” she said casually.
Clark wanted to protest, but as he lay there on the towel,
still dazed from the experience, the only part of him that could rise was
between his legs.
“I’ll have to visit again soon!” Sadie said, hugging Allison
at nearly full size as they dropped her off at the airport terminal. She turned
to Clark, who had managed to get back to five foot even by morning, and she
smiled, “it was really nice meeting you, take care of Allison for me!”
“I will!” he said with a grin, waving as Sadie headed inside
to begin her flight check in.
“I’m going to miss her,” Allison said with a sigh.
“Me too,” Clark said, leaning over and giving her shoulder a
quick squeeze, “got any other plans for today?”
“Just a visit to The Lab,” Allison said with a shrug, “I
wanted to tell Dr. Kendra some of the things we learned over the last week.”
“Do you include everything we do when you give her
these reports?” Clark asked, a wry smile on his face.
Allison giggled, blushing slightly as the car pulled onto
the highway, “enough,” she said simply.
“So, your boyfriend Clark, and your friend Sadie, they were
completely unharmed,” Dr. Kendra asked curiously, “even when they were too
small to be seen by the human eye? There were no problems breathing, or… well,
“Nope!” Allison said excitedly, her smile reflected in the
glass of the other woman’s biohazard suit visor. “They were fine, I was very
careful with them obviously, but they were waving to me from the microscope
Dr. Kendra blinked, that… that can’t be possible, she
thought, a pit forming in her stomach, the idea of microscopic humans just…
existing, like they would at normal size spat in the face of everything she
knew about biology and physics, even moreso than what she was already dealing
with on a daily basis.
Magic? She thought wildly, sufficiently advanced
science, she reassured herself. The Lab had already dipped too far into that
realm over the course of this particular project, hiring a small army of
religious figures and folkore experts to determine if there was any explanation
in theology or mysticism that would give them a lead. If any gods or demons
knew the answer, they weren’t talking.
“Dr. Kendra?” Allison asked, sensing the woman’s shock.
“Oh it’s nothing dear, it’s just… surprising,” she said with
a weak smile, “what you’ve described is quite… amazing, there’s no other way to
“I know!” Allison said eagerly, “I mean, I’m sure you guys
play around with secret and impossible stuff all the time, but for me this is
Secret and impossible stuff Kendra thought with a
titter, Allison dear, compared to you the alien corpse in the freezer
downstairs is downright boring. She also noted Allison’s change in
attitude, she wasn’t afraid of her ability anymore, she was excited.
“Allison,” she said suddenly, “how are you doing… mentally I
mean? I’m not a therapist but… well, anything you’re going through is
“Things are going pretty good,” Allison said cheerfully, “I
really think I can live like this now, if you guys can’t cure it, I mean…” She
bit her lip, “I’m kind of wondering if I want to, to be honest.”
Dr. Kendra frowned, that certainly was a turn.
Allison had always been eager to hear of any progress being made towards
mitigating or curing her condition, news that Dr. Kendra sadly hadn’t ever been
able to give her.
“Interesting,” Dr. Kendra said neutrally, “and your friends,
they feel the same?”
“I think so,” Allison said with a smile, “at the very least
I think they’d miss being small now and then.” She sighed, “there is one thing
that… well, nevermind,” she giggled.
“You can tell me Allison,” Dr. Kendra said with a smile. You
are sick, a voice inside her head said, this girl is confiding in you
and you’re treating her like an experiment…
“Sex,” Allison blurted out.
Dr. Kendra blinked, “I uh…” she cleared her throat,
“Allison, you’ve erm… told me numerous times that you’ve had sexual contact
with your boyfriend Clark-“
“No, no,” Allison sighed, “I mean… look, Clark has gotten me
off lots of times, I’m very satisfied with that, but… I’m technically
still a virgin,” she finished.
“I see,” Dr. Kendra said, chewing the tip of her stylus
uncomfortably, “so normal intercourse is-“
“Impossible pretty much,” Allison grumbled, “the shrinky
stuff is really strong down there, even sniffing my old underwear is
enough to send Clark down to doll size in a good minute or so.”
“Uh huh,” Dr. Kendra said, her face red. This kind of frank
discussion wasn’t quite what she’d expected when she’d tried to get Allison to
open up… Still, be supportive, it’s the least you can do for the poor girl.
“It only gets stronger the more turned on I get,” Allison
continued in a huff, “so if he did try to put it in me, he’d probably fall in
after a few thrusts, do you see the problem?”
“Yes, your emotional state can effect the uhh, strength of
the chemical released,” Dr. Kendra said, wishing she could sink into her chair
and disappear, “fear, anger-“
“Being horny,” Allison said with a smirk.
Dr. Kendra just nodded, “I…” she thought a moment on
something The Lab had been working on, you shouldn’t, she told herself, it’s
experimental, it’s vital, giving it to her would be a huge lapse in judgment.
She looked across the table at Allison, seeing the girl
she’d been studying for several years now, a girl who had always seemed
depressed and withdrawn, who now sat before her practically glowing, a girl
she’d used paid agents to stalk, a girl she betrayed every day in one way or
another. The guilt started to creep at her.
“Wait here,” she said, standing up. She left the
interrogation room where she usually met Allison, skipping the normal
decontamination shower and leaving her biohazard suit on. She marched through
the facility, ignoring greetings and looks as she scanned her keycard, opening
doors until she reached an airlocked chamber. She took a glance around, then
opened this final door as well. It wasn’t as though she would be able to keep
this secret, a million cameras had seen her, and she’d have to come up with some
explanation, but that was a problem for later. For now, she had what she
wanted, holding up a large bottle of small white pills.
The label across it read “Subject A Experimental
Countermeasure,” and with a quick yank Dr. Kendra pulled the label off,
leaving it a blank looking pill bottle with a few hundred doses in it. The door
hissed as she re-entered the interrogation room, Allison looking at her
curiously as she sat down again.
“Take these,” Dr. Kendra said, pushing them across the
table, “they’re a formula that counteracts the shrinking chemical.”
Allison’s eyes went wide, “wha- how long have you had
“They just rolled off the line today,” Dr. Kendra lied,
“they are not completely effective, at best they just slow the shrinking down…
given what you’ve told me, they will likely raise the er… bottoming out, of the
shrinking as well, though by how much I can’t say. You should give one to Clark
maybe an hour before you wish to…” she simply cleared her throat, leaving the
statement in the air.
“Thanks!” Allison breathed, looking at the bottle of pills
like they were some lost treasure, “I’ll… I’ll tell him tonight! I’ll be sure
to let you know if they work!”
“I look forward to the data,” Dr. Kendra muttered
uncomfortably, should you tell her they developed those pills so a team
could black bag her in the middle of the night? She wondered miserably.
A night later Allison and Clark were in her bedroom, naked
and staring across the bed at one another. Clark had taken the anti-shrinking
pill as directed, and the two of them were nervously discussing what to do
“So, we’re really going to do this?” Clark asked, taking a
deep breath, “okay, well, we’ll have to be smart about it,” he began, looking
across the bed to a smug Allison. “I’ll try to go as quick as possible, maybe
some kind of Chinese herbal formula can-“
“Clark,” Allison started.
“Now your lab-pills will delay shrinking, sure,” he
continued, “but it’s still going to happen, especially given how potent you are
down there, so-“
“CLARK!” she said, giggling as she cut him off.
“Yeah, sorry, what?” he said sheepishly.
She giggled as she tossed him a box of condoms, then a box
of disposable gloves, “rubber up, then you’ll stay full size,” she said with a
He blinked, a little embarrassed that he’d missed such an
obvious solution. With a grin he stood up, putting on the gloves first, then
unwrapping one of the condoms.
A moment later he was on the bed, over her, his arms wrapped
around her as he positioned himself. He savored the feel of his skin against
hers, even as they were trying to limit contact. He wasn’t noticeably
shrinking, and he grinned down at her at the realization that the pills were
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
“Yes!” she squealed, bracing herself. She grunted a moment
later as he entered her, thrusting slowly into her wet and waiting womanhood.
She moaned in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him and drawing him in tighter.
“Keep going!” Allison breathed, smiling as Clark picked up
the pace, it’s wonderful, it’s… it’s everything I dreamed! She had of
course pleasured herself with vibrators, he was hardly the first thing to enter
her, but the real thing was… new, electric even. “Faster!”
Clark needed no encouragement, and he fought down his own
moan as he kept thrusting downward into her, her tight walls gripping him as
she mewled happily below him. The fire built between, them, the sparks of their
meeting eyes causing it to rise as they reached climax together.
Clark let out something close to a growl as Allison’s legs
wrapped around his back, driving him home as she gave a husky groan. They
clenched one another close, all worries of shrinking or exposure forgotten as
they remained in the other’s embrace through the height of orgasm.
“Fuck,” Clark panted, rolling off her, breathing heavily.
“Fuck yeah,” Allison completed, staring up at the ceiling
with a dreamy grin.
When the moment had passed somewhat Allison sighed, sitting
up and stretching. Clark grinned, taking a good look at her mussed hair and
pleased expression as she leaned over him.
“Okay, let’s see the damage,” she said, looking up and down
his body. She rolled out of bed, inviting him to get up too. She quickly
leveled her gaze at him, taking her hand and moving it from the top of his head
to her own. She brightened, “look at that! We went a full round and you only
lost a few inches! You’re still a little taller than me, look!”
“I’ll be damned,” Clark said, a smile creeping over his face
as he looked slightly down at her, “do you want to go for another round?” Allison
squealed in agreement, hopping back on the bed and giggling as she waved him to
her. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “give me a few minutes, I’ve got to
replace this too,” he pointed at the condom, still hanging off him.
He whistled to himself as he went into her bathroom, peeling
the gloves he’d worn off and tossing them in the small trashcan. They’d quickly
become filled with sweat from their lovemaking, and he wanted a new pair of
those too. He reached down to slip the condom off himself, wrinkling his nose
as he balled it up and tossed it in the trashcan.
He turned and froze, “Oh shit,” he muttered. The door handle
was now eye level with him, and rising rapidly. He looked down at his hands in
panic, then to the glistening goo that had rubbed off on him from the condom, it
was inside Allison, he realized. He leapt for the counter, and scowled when
he was too short to reach the sink.
“Allison!” he called in panic, watching the counter drift
away from him.
She came bounding into the bathroom, still naked, looking
around for him. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at him, only up to her
knee and dwindling fast.
“What happened!?” she exclaimed.
“I took off the condom and-“
“And some of my cum was on it,” Allison said with a sigh,
watching him keep shrinking, “damn, even with that pill that stuff is
Clark’s shrinking slowed to a stop suddenly, and he looked at
his hands, still covered in the slick sheen, “I think… I think I stopped!” he
shouted up to her.
“Huh, maybe those pills were good for something after all,”
Allison said, bending down to pick him up. Her bare fingers closed around him,
and true to what he’d said he didn’t continue shrinking. She lifted him up to
her face, and gave him a quick kiss, and she smirked when he remained at his
six inch height, “yeah, it looks like while you’re on that stuff your minimum
size is somewhere between… five and six inches maybe?”
“It beats microscopic I guess,” he said with a shrug.
Allison pursed her lips, staring at him for a moment. It
dragged on, and while Clark could see the gears in her head turning he wasn’t
quite sure what she was thinking.
“Uh, Allison, hello? Earth to Allison?”
“I was thinking,” she said, a grin tracing over her features
as she carried him back into the bedroom, “I’d still like round two…”
“I’m a little small-“ he started, but he was cut off as she
opened her nightstand drawer, he watched as she lifted something out.
“I don’t think you’re too small at all,” Allison giggled,
holding her vibrator up to him. Clark felt the cool plastic press against his
back as she compared their sizes, “in fact,” she continued, “you look like you’re
just about the perfect size…” She jokingly tapped the “on” switch, and
Clark’s world momentarily shook as the plastic cock the length of his body
began to vibrate, she flicked it back off, tossing it back into the drawer.
He gulped, “Allison, let’s take a deep breath and-“
“Good idea, you should take a deep breath,” Allison
giggled, situating herself on the bed with her legs opened wide.
Clark’s eyes went wide as he was angled over the glistening
opening, following her instructions he gasped just as he was rocketed forward.
“Oh yeah!” Allison moaned, “that’s it!”
Clark’s head and shoulders were swallowed up by her, the
soft yet powerful walls of her womanhood gripping him and seeming to pull him
deeper as he was forced back and forth. He thrashed back and forth, but that
only made Allison moan louder, and he felt himself growing hard too as his
erection was shoved along the fleshy tunnel’s sides over and over.
“Fuck me,” he gasped.
He yielded, allowing her to make him a toy, a thing to
pleasure herself with, a masturbatory aid. She picked up her speed, driving
herself closer to orgasm as the tunnel collapsed around Clark, gripping him and
filling his mouth and nostrils with the strong sensuous musk of her most
intimate place, a place so powerful that it caused him to nearly cry out as the
pressure increased, squeezing him harder and harder with each passing moment.
Allison came with a scream, holding him in place inside her
as her pussy clamped down on him, trapping him and massaging his whole body with
the quake and rhtym of her orgasm. The world loosened finally, and with a slick
wet *pop* he was pulled out, soaked head to toe in her cum as he panted,
squinting at the light of the bedroom after so long in the dark.
“Good job babe,” she whispered, leaning back in against her
pillow after the second orgasm of the night.
“T-Thanks,” he said, stunned. He blinked and tried to gather
his thoughts, it was hard after having been reduced to a human dildo, but he
finally managed, “b-be sure to rinse me off or something before that pill wears
off,” he said with a weak smile, “if it clears my system while I’m still covered
in your cum like this… well, I’m going straight down, you know?”
“They’re supposed to last around eight hours,” Allison said
dreamily, “you’ve got some time… pill or no pill you won’t be growing any
bigger than that tonight.” She sat up, “I’m going to order some dinner, I’m
going to put you away for now.”
He frowned, “put me away? What do you-“ she opened the
nighstand drawer, her vibrator rolling to the end as she lowered him down next
“Okay, you and your brother be good while I order Chinese,”
she giggled, slowly closing the drawer on him and the dildo.
She’d let him out in a few minutes, she decided. Still, it
was an amusing way to end a session of using him as a toy, putting him away
with another one… She hummed to herself as she pulled up her phone, looking
through nearby restaurants that offered delivery.
Dr. Kimbers growled angrily as he watched the surveillance
footage, “Kendra supplied the subject with the countermeasure pills… I’m not
sure why, but I don’t like it.” He glanced at a pair of other scientists who
had met with him in his own office, deep in the bowels of The Lab. The three of
them had come together to discuss what to do about the ongoing issues with Dr.
Kendra, and management of the project as a whole…
“This is ridiculous,” the first scientist muttered, “she’s
clearly too attached to the subject to make rational decisions.”
“I agree,” Kimbers muttered, “but as long as she’s in charge
we can’t make a move to bring the Subject into custody.”
“What if there was another one?” the second scientist said
suddenly, she was a pale woman with jet black hair and an unfeeling face, even
when she was smiling slightly.
“Another one?” Kimbers asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully,
“what did you have in mind?”
“Autopsies on female lab animals exposed to repeated
shrinking effects show development of a new organ near the liver,” the scientist
explained, “it’s very small, but we’ve observed it in monkeys, rats, and
canines… we believe this organ would, if activated, produce the shrinking
“Activated? So it’s just dormant in the lab animals it’s grown
in?” Kimbers asked with a frown.
“That’s correct,” the woman continued, “but… we believe we could
activate it with a certain enzyme injection. Effectively we could create a
second Subject, complete with shrinking abilities.” She bit her lip, “The
problem is that based on our calculations it could take years of consistent
exposure to the chemical to bring this organ to maturity in second human female,
we could procure a volunteer to test this theory, but we wouldn’t be able to
move for at least four-“
“What if a woman existed who had been consistently exposed
to the subject’s condition for years?” Kimber asked, steepling his fingers as
he thought of the girl’s friend… What was her name, Sally? Cindy? There would
be time to check the files later…
Sadie will not be out of our story for long. Hope you guys enjoy this somewhat meandering story, half slice of life, half dangerous conspiracy, will Allison realize The Lab isn't her ally before it's too late?
And Then There Were Two by Greenanon
“So, are you sure you want me to meet your friends?” Allison
asked nervously as they pulled up to the restaurant, “I mean… I know I look
like kind of a freak, decked out in the gloves and everything…”
“Allison,” he said with a sigh, “trust me, even if you were
just some weirdo Angie and Brick wouldn’t care, they’re some of my oldest
friends…” he opened the door and stepped out intob the parking lot, “besides,
Angie knows anyways.”
“I’m still curious as to exactly how that happened,”
Allison said, the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth.
“She caught me at five foot even,” he said, exasperated,
“you can’t bullshit your way out of being almost a foot shorter than you
“It’s fine,” she said with a shrug and a smile, “if they’re
really your closest friends, they probably would find out one way or the other
that I’m not like other girls…” He returned the smile and held her gloved hand
as the two of them walked in together.
The four of them greeted each other, ordered drinks and
appetizers, and rapidly fell into friendly conversation. Allison was shy at
first, but after some prodding she was beginning to open up.
“So anyways, we kind of bumped into each other and… well, we
both loved Star Trek,” Allison said with a blush, “and we kind of watched a few
of the movies together at my place…” she left out that he’d been a few inches
tall at the time.
“Yeah, that’s Clark,” Brick laughed, playfully punching him
in the shoulder. The hulking man looked at Allison a minute, then stared into
his drink, “You know Allison, Clark and Angie, they’ve got a hell of a sense of
“Oh?” Allison asked, taking a sip of her own cocktail.
“Get this,” Brick laughed, “these two?” he jerked a thumb at
his sister and Clark, “they say you… shrink people.” The way he said it
carried just a hint of genuine curiosity, as though he wanted to just flat out
ask her about it, but had to hide it under a coat of jest.
“I do,” Allison said, smirking slightly.
Brick and Angie were silent a moment, shooting each other
looks, “Clark wasn’t really specific about how it works,” Angie said
cautiously, “are you a mad scientist or something? Is it magic?”
“I wish,” Allison laughed, “no, it’s just something my body
makes, it’s in my sweat, my skin, my… well, you get the idea.”
“That explains the gloves,” Angie muttered, looking at the
“Hey, no offense to everyone here, I trust you all and
everything,” Brick said, “but… I need to see a demonstration or something if
I’m gonna believe this…”
Allison glanced at Clark and smiled, “you up for it?”
“Just a little,” he warned as she took off her glove, “I
don’t want to have to order off the kid’s menu again.”
Allison smirked at the memory, then licked the tip of her
thumb, pressing it into Clark’s forehead. He saw the world slowly begin to
expand as he dipped in his chair slightly, his clothes got looser, and the top
of the table seemed to creep up towards him. She removed her thumb a moment
later, leaving him reduced in height by maybe half a foot.
“Stand up,” Brick said, awed. Clark shrugged and did so, and
Brick joined him, looking down, dumbstruck, at his now much shorter friend. “Holy
shit,” Brick muttered, “it’s… it’s real!”
“Welcome to my life,” Clark laughed, sitting back down.
Clark and Allison left the restaurant, bidding the other two
farewell as they headed home to the apartment complex. Allison was positively
glowing, barely able to keep a smile off her face as Clark took a leisurely
route home, the streetlights passing over their faces one after another in a
“You okay?” Clark asked with a smile as he pulled in to
“We just had a normal dinner out with your friends,” Allison
said dreamily, “I just… I just never thought I’d get to do something like that,
“Like I said, I trust the two of them to keep our little
secret,” Clark said.
“Does this mean I can make you smaller on days before you
have to work?” Allison said, a devious grin suddenly on her face.
“Nope, I’ve still got to be big enough to move boxes and
stuff,” he said with a wink.
Sadie walked happily through the mall, freshly off her shift
at the bank where she worked. She’d been eyeing up a few new scarves as the
weather cooled, and had decided to just take a solo shopping trip to relax. She
hummed to herself as she compared them, checking the prices.
I should visit Allison and Clark again over Thanksgiving,
she decided, looking across the mall hallway. The toy store was having a
sale on doll furniture.
“EEP!” Sadie jolted upright as something jabbed the back of
her leg. She whirled around, half expecting to see a hornet or some other
stinging bug, but there was just an unassuming man standing there, holding an
umbrella and walking away. She blinked a moment, “fucking weirdo,” she
muttered, going back to her shopping.
“Injection was a success,” Drake muttered into his phone,
looking at the syringe needle hidden in the umbrella. He watched the blonde
girl continue to shop, oblivious to the enzyme that was now flowing through her
“Good work,” Kimbers said, “continue to observe, at a
distance, and contact me immediately if she becomes symptomatic.”
“Understood,” Drake growled, watching the girl eye a set of
doll furniture through the toy shop window.
Clark sighed, looking at the storage rental form, “Anyone
know what the hell The Shop is?” he asked, glancing over at Angie and Brick,
who were unlocking a storage unit that hadn’t paid it’s fees.
“Their payment card declined, and I couldn’t get ahold of
them,” Angie said as Brick rolled up the storage locker door, “that’s all that
really matters to me.”
“Looks like a bunch of old files,” Brick said, leafing
through a box idly, “project Firestarter? More like project fire hazard,
leaving all this paper packed in here like this…”
“Well, let’s clear it out,” Clark said with a shrug.
His phone buzzed suddenly, and he scowled as he checked it, texts
from Allison? He frowned and kept reading. With a chuckle he began to text
He sighed, fighting a laugh, “he guys, do you mind if I
knock off like a half hour early today?”
“No,” Brick said, hefting one of the boxes, “why?”
“I’m pretty sure Allison is going to ambush me in the
parking lot and try to make me tiny.”
“Then you should stay,” Angie said with a smirk, “I like the
idea of you getting small.”
“Ugh,” Brick said with a shudder, “look Angie, Clark is a
real nice guy, he lets his mutant girlfriend shrink him and all, but he doesn’t
have to like it, right Clark?”
“I kind of do like it,” he said with a shrug.
Brick stared at him a moment, then chuckled himself, “hey, I
find that fucking terrifying, but different strokes I guess. Come on, help me
move these boxes while you’re still full sized.”
Allison watched the storage warehouse from her car,
chuckling to herself. She’d long fantasized about just kidnapping and shrinking
a hot guy, and today Clark was going to help her live that dream. She glanced
at her car’s clock and frowned, in her fantasy the guys usually just appeared
all scared and panicky right away…
“Come on!” she muttered, “are you really going to just
finish the workday!?” She crossed her arms and fumed, sinking into the driver’s
seat, You have your girlfriend in a sinister plot to shrink you, panic or
Her heart leapt as she saw Clark open the door to the
storage locker, glancing around for her. She fought a squeal as she stealthily
opened her car door, slipping her gloves off and sticking them in the pockets
of her jeans.
“Woah here she comes,” she sang under her breath, “watch out
boy she’ll chew you up…”
“Oh shit!” Clark said, spotting her as she crossed the
“She’s a maneater!” Allison sang at full volume as a smile
stretched across her face. She sprinted at him as he fumbled with his car keys,
and her grin of triumph turned to a growl of anger as he managed to open his
car, sliding into the driver’s seat and locking the door behind him.
“OPEN IT!” she growled, her hands and face pressed against
the window like a horror movie icon.
“Nope!” he laughed, turning the key. The engine roared to
life, and in a defiant moment he lifted a middle finger salute to Allison, who
gave him a glare that almost melted the glass between them.
I’m going to pay for that, he thought with a grin, and
it’s going to be amazing…
Allison glared at him as he pulled away, and he gave her a
taunting wave as he turned onto the street leading away from the storage unit
Clark looked around the apartment complex common area, she probably
hadn’t gotten back before him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He walked
into his apartment and quickly checked the bedroom and closet, she had a key to
his place… he smiled as he found no trace of her.
He eyed the bathroom a moment, and with a chuckle and a
shrug walked over to it and pushed the door open. As he stepped inside a dozen
balled up garments fell around him, each with a ripe smell of stale earthy
sweat, he cried out in surprise as he stumbled backwards, his clothes loosening
as Allison’s dirty laundry shrank him on contact.
She booby trapped the place! He realized, looking
around in a panic and wondering what else she’d set up. He ran to the kitchen,
a difficult thing to do with his pantsleeves falling around him.
He started as there was a knock on the kitchen window, and
he grimaced as he saw Allison, grinning at his shortened stature as she tapped
the glass playfully.
“Let me in pipsqueak!” she demanded.
“Never!” he said playfully.
She just chuckled, backing away and walking around to his
apartment door. He ran towards it, hoping he could get the deadbolt in place
before she got there, but he froze, there was a sock hanging from the doorknob,
and another taped to the deadbolt, he wouldn’t be able to touch either without
touching those either, and from the looks of them they were her workout ones
too. He cursed angrily as he ran back to the kitchen, looking for a pair of
tongs or anything he could use to slide the soiled footwear off without
He finally found them, clacking them together in triumph as
he raced back towards the door, but it was too late, the knob was already
turning, and his smile turned to horror as Allison stepped inside, crossing her
arms as she looked down at him.
“The apartment was such an obvious place to try to
hide from me,” Allison said, “you lost the minute you went in here; I mean
hello Clark? I have a key!” she reached into her pocket and dangled it in front
of him playfully. She grinned as she looked behind him, seeing her laundry
spread out in the hallway, “I see you found one of my little traps.”
“I’m still big enough to get away,” he said with a grin.
She just rolled her eyes and chuckled, “I’m already stronger
than you, faster too, now be a good boy and kiss my feet until you can fit in
this,” she held up a clear plastic carrying case, similar to what one would
find at a pet store for rodents.
He turned to run, stumbling slightly as his too-long pants tripped
him up, the bedroom window, he thought madly, I could get through it
and get back out to the car-
He grunted as he was jolted to a stop, an iron grip on the back
of his shirt collar ending his flight before it could even begin. He struggled
as the shirt was lifted over his head and off him, Allison’s strong arms
catching his wrist with a giggle as she finished disrobing him and tossing the garment
into the corner.
“Pets don’t wear clothes,” Allison teased, “you will wear
a collar though.”
“Fat chance!” he said, fighting a smile as he bolted again.
This time her hand landed directly on his shoulder, and she wasn’t wearing gloves
either. Her grip grew stronger as he struggled, shrinking as she pulled him
closer to her again. His pants fell around his ankles, his belt giving a
metallic clink as it hit the floor, leaving him naked before his pursuer.
“Give it up Clark, you’re going to be my pet this weekend,
the only real choices you have left are what kind of pet you’re going to be.”
He paused, and she lifted her hand off his shoulder, pausing
his shrinking when he was about waist-high to her, “I’m listening,” he said,
crossing his arms.
She gave a devious grin, then slipped her shoes off one
after the other. Next she gripped the top of her socks with each toe, peeling
them off until she was barefoot in front of him. He noticed that the red nail polish
from the pedicure was still in place, and a vanilla-lotion scent wafted up to
him as she wiggled her toes, gripping his carpet.
“I want you to kiss my feet until you shrink to rodent size,”
she explained, dangling the carrier again, “and…” she tapped her chin a moment,
then snapped her fingers, “when you’re done, thank me for it!”
“And If I refuse?” Clark asked, looking down at her toes.
“Kissing them gets you a ticket to the hamster cage, but if
you refuse? I also have an ant farm,” she said with a shrug, “personally I
think we’ll have a lot more fun if you just decide to be a good little rodent
for me, but I’m sure I can find ways to pass the time if I end up with a bug
He dropped to his knees, giving one last pleading look at
her, she just smiled expectantly and tapped her foot, waiting. With a sigh his
lips met the top of her foot, and as he kissed it she giggled overhead,
watching him get smaller.
“Go on, good boy, keep kissing,” she said, making a mocking
smooch noise, “every little peck gets you closer to where you need to be…” she
tapped her foot expectantly, “down here.”
He kept going, placing kiss after kiss on her foot as it grew
in front of him, soon he was forced to start kissing further down, his lips
landing on her toes as each action shrank him a little more. The scent of that vanilla
lotion filled his senses, mixed with the slightly earthy smell of her feet
that, while clean enough, had still been in her shoes all day. Soon the foot
was bigger than he was, and he looked up at her, wondering when he could stop,
but she just smirked and playfully pointed her finger down, emphasizing where
he was going.
"Stop,” she said finally, “you are about the size of a gerbil
now… I’ve always wanted one, but…” she shrugged and smiled, “as I’ve said, my
powers don’t really agree with animals, it would be cruel to the poor thing.” She
reached into her pocket and withdrew her gloves, pulling one on with a rubbery
snapping sound as it stretched over her fingers. She bent down slowly to pick
him up, “You though?” she said, grinning as her latex clad fingers wrapped
around him, “you’re just the perfect pet for me, and much cuter than anything I’ve
ever seen at the pet store!”
“You can’t just keep people as your pets Allison!” he
shouted, struggling in her grip. It was what she wanted to hear, and her smile
broadened as she squeezed him tighter, causing him to groan.
“People aren’t tiny, people aren’t super cute, and people
don’t get petted like this” She said as her other gloved finger came up to play
with his hair, “You. Are. A. Pet!” she almost burst into giggles at the last
Well, for this
weekend anyway you’re a pet, she thought, admiring how cute he was as he
tried to get his arms loose and push her finger away. His resistance was really
starting to get to her, and she had no doubt if she stuck her hand down her
panties right now, her fingers would come up moist. You are too fucking good
to me Clark, she laughed internally as she plotted what to do with him
“Thank me,” she said, putting her thumb under his chin and
forcing him to look up into her eyes, “thank me for shrinking you to pet size
and taking care of you!”
“T-Thank you for letting me kiss your feet, and thank you
for taking care of me now that I’m small!” he managed.
She loosed her grip slightly, feeling the rock hard erection
poking into the side of her palm. She spread her hand open, letting him lay in
it like a hammock as she idly played with his manhood with her thumb and
“I’m going to stick my dirty workout socks in your cage,”
she said, watching him writhe, “with those in there you’ll never regrow,
you’ll have no hope of ever being anything more than my pet mouse!”
“Noo,” he groaned, responding and fighting feebly against
the sides of her hands.
“I’m afraid so,” she said with a sad sigh, “look at you, my
feet were just too addicting, you just kissed them until you made yourself this
sad little thing… there’s no way for you to survive on your own now, you’re
really lucky I’m going to keep you.”
“Fuck,” Clark hissed, spraying his cum across her gloved
fingertips while her billboard sized face looked on in approval.
“Well, say goodbye to your apartment,” she said in a
patronizing tone, “it’s best to get you into your new home so you can forget
all of this nonsense about being a person.” She gently tossed him down into the
plastic carrying case, snapping the lid closed over him. His world swayed slightly
as she hummed happily to herself, taking her capture out the door and up the
stairs to her own apartment.
As she carried him into the familiar living room of her apartment,
he spotted a new feature, a large glass terrarium filled with hay and wood shavings,
complete with a hamster wheel and a small plastic igloo. Allison practically
skipped over to it, reaching into the carrying case and pulling him out eagerly.
He didn’t have a chance to ask any questions before she dropped him in, letting
him bounce on the loosely packed material as he rolled to a stop in front of the
“Okay, so you’ve got your little exercise wheel,” Allison
said playfully, “and here’s your little house, and… here’s your food!” She
pushed a little dish full of pellets towards him.
“You’re not serious,” he said, looking up at her and raising
She giggled at his reaction, “I’ll give you real food,” she said
in a low voice, “but the pellets came with the cage and I couldn’t resist.” She
pointed to a water bottle hanging from the glass wall of his prison, “that
should work, right?”
He shrugged, “I guess?”
“Good!” Allison said, a moment later there were two soft
thumps as her balled socks were tossed in the far corner of his cage. “Like I
said, those should give the air a nice fresh smell that will keep you small.”
He wrinkled his nose, the stale sweaty smell emanating from
the socks filling the confines of the hamster cage. It wasn’t enough to shrink
him outright, unless he got close enough to touch them, but he had a feeling
Allison was right, the presence of her sweaty footwear would keep him from
gaining even an inch back.
“And the coup de grace,” Allison said, reaching for something
next to the cage and dropping it in.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Clark said, a grin stretching
across his face as he saw the tiny pink collar land in front of him.
“Put it on!” Allison ordered, “do it or I take another inch!”
He quickly rached for the small pink leather collar,
smirking at the cursive lettering reading “Clarky” across the front. With a
sigh he clicked it around his neck, lifting his head and letting Allison
examine it, practically drooling with excitement.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking
up at the goddess looming beyond the glass walls.
“You have no idea,” she growled, reaching a hand into her
pants, “I just fucking took you, I turned you into a pet Clark, you’re mine!”
She moaned, fingering herself slightly, “yeah, it’s super fucked up, but this really
gets me off… so you’re going to live in that cage all weekend, be a good little
mousy, and wear that stupid little collar,” she groaned loudly, pulling her
hand out of her pants, glancing at the glistening sheen of moisture on the
fingertips of her blue gloves. She sighed happily, shooting him one last glance
before casually walking into her bedroom to change into loungewear.
Sadie wasn’t sure what was happening, out of nowhere she’d
started to feel feverish at the mall, and she decided to head home to lay down.
Things had only gotten worse on the drive home, and she blinked sweat out of
her eyes as she struggled to reach her apartment’s door, fumbling with the key
as she forced her way inside. She shivered, looking around the dark interior as
her shaky hands flipped the light switch on. She wanted to go to her bedroom,
but didn’t even make it as far as the couch before collapsing to the carpet.
She blinked herself awake, ignoring the pain all over her
body and the ache in her head as she sat up, what the fuck? Sadie
thought irritably. For one wild moment she thought she was waking up to a
particularly grueling hangover, then as the pain subsided the memories started
to return. The last thing she’d remembered was coming home from the mall, feeling
sick, and then…
“What the fuck?” she repeated out loud.
She heard her stomach growl, and looked outside. It was
night, and she was famished, judging by the clock on the wall she’d slept on
the floor for at least six hours… With a sigh and a shrug she forced herself to
her feet, grimacing at the stench of cold sweat that covered her.
I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, she decided,
looking out her apartment window to the gas station across the street, right
now I need to eat something…
She shook herself, pleased to feel some of the fatigue
leaving her, if not the hunger, and by the time she made it to the crosswalk
she almost felt better. She licked her lips, normally she avoided gas station
food, but tonight something that was mostly salt and grease sounded perfect.
The door beeped as she walked inside, and she smiled at the
clerk and the other two customers as she walked towards the hot dog rack. She
loaded up one of the franks with ketchup, onions, relish, and mustard, her
stomach practically roaring every few seconds as she took her selection to the
There was a bang as the door was kicked open, a man in a ski
mask burst into the store, a pistol in hand. Sadie screamed, dropping her hot
dog as the man advanced on the counter.
“Everyone empty your fucking pockets!” the man screamed, waving
the gun in a wide arc. He tossed a cloth bag at the cashier, “fill that up!”
The clerk gulped, reaching for the bag and popping the
register open. Sadie’s heart was pounding as the man scanned the room, bloodshot
eyes glaring at them all beneath the black fabric of the mask. His eyes landed
on Sadie, and she felt her stomach drop.
“Faster!” he shouted, grabbing her by the wrist, “or this
girl eats it!”
Sadie winced as she felt his hand on her wrist squeeze tighter…
Sadie’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as she watched the
robber begin to dwindle in height, no, she thought madly, t-this is impossible,
I’m not like Allison, I’m not-
“What the fuck!?” the robber screamed, spinning around and
looking up madly at Sadie, he’d gone down below five feet in the few seconds he’d
been gripping her wrist, and without thinking Sadie reached out and grabbed his
hand, twisting it and causing he smaller, much weaker, man to drop his weapon.
He started shrinking again, and as his struggles grew weaker Sadie watched,
stunned as he dropped below her chest in height. With a gasp she released him, stepping
“What the hell did you do to him?” the clerk asked, looking
at her fearfully.
“I uh…” Sadie blinked, “I…”
One of the other people in the store moved to block the
door, “Look, the cops are on the way, they’ll sort this out,” he muttered,
looking at the diminutive robber, shocked into silence, his clothing hanging
off him as he stuttered incoherently.
Cops!? Sadie gulped, “move!” she said forcefully, but
the man just narrowed his eyes, refusing to budge. With a growl Sadie leapt at
him, planting a kiss on his cheek and causing him to start in surprise as he
shrank before her.
“S-Stop!” The man protested, backing away from the now Amazonian
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, running out the door and sprinting
back across the street towards her apartment.
I’m… I’m shrinking people, she thought numbly as she
Drake watched the police cruisers with their sirens spinning
from his car in a nearby lot. With a grin he picked up his phone and dialed
“Talk to me,” the scientist said, eager for his report.
“We’ve got a complete success,” Drake said. Kimbers listened
as he recounted the incident he’d just witnessed, and he heard Kimbers nearly
shout in triumph as he described how the robbery had been stopped after the
assailant had been shrunk by Sadie’s touch.
“Continue to trail her,” Kimbers ordered, “I’m going to see
about preparing a capture team, it could be a day or two.”
“Understood,” Drake said with a nod, hanging up the phone.
Clark ran in his exercise wheel, a solid plastic piece fixed
to the side of the glass cage. Allison watched him smugly, relaxing on her
couch as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She’d moved his cage
onto her coffee table, allowing him to watch TV with her… or that had been how
it started, a few minutes in she’d tapped the glass and ordered him to start
running on the wheel, judging by the smirk she was giving him, she was pleased
with what she saw.
Her phone buzzed, and she tore herself away from watching
her pet run for her amusement with a sigh. She answered the call, holding the
phone up to her hear with an annoyed grimace.
A moment later she frowned, then sat up. Clark stopped running,
watching Allison’s expression grow grim and serious.
“Just stay inside,” Allison said, “take as much time off
work as you can, and only get food from delivery apps until we get there, we’ll
be on the next flight out.” Clark made out some panicked sobbing on the other
end, but Allison’s face remained stonelike, “Sadie, listen to me, it’s going to
be okay,” Allison promised one last time before hanging up the phone.
“What’s going on?” Clark asked as his giant girlfriend stood
“Sadie she’s… she’s like me now,” Allison muttered, scooping
her dirty socks out of Clark’s cage, “she has no idea how it happened, but she’s
really freaking out. We need to go help her.” She gave a sad smile, “guess you
escaped the pet life…”
“I have a feeling I haven’t seen the last of this cage,”
Clark said with a smirk.
“That’s the spirit,” Allison said, “but I’m letting you
regrow overnight, I’m not sure what’s going on but… I don’t want to go into it
“I’m always here,” Clark said, arms wide, “big or small.”
Allison gave a small smile, turning to go to her room and
pack her things.
And The Lab snaps into action, activating shrinking powers in Sadie too. Also did the whole text message thing work for you guys? I thought it would be more immersive than just typing out a whole text conversation in the narrative.
Clark had managed to get nearly to full size overnight, and
the two of them had quickly packed their things and headed to the airport. What
they hadn’t expected was the cost of a last minute flight back to Allison’s
hometown. Allison had reluctantly made the travel arrangements, and as they
found a spot in long term parking she sighed, a small smile on her face.
“You know, I really hoped our first flight together would be
with you in my carryon,” Allison said with a small smile. “Or somewhere else…
somewhere airport security would never find you…”
Clark returned the smirk, “there’s always the flight home.”
The flight was a short and uneventful one, and Clark
listened to the hum of the engine as he thought over what Allison had told him.
Sadie had shrinking powers… was whatever gave Allison hers contagious? Was it a
virus of some sort? Or was something else at play? Neither of them had any good
answers, and as they’d waited at their gate Allison had sent a message to Dr.
Kendra at The Lab.
Clark had paid for a rental car, which they picked up
without hassle as they began the drive to Sadie’s apartment. Allison seemed
wistful as she looked out the window, and a slow drizzle started to pelt the
car with raindrops as they entered the city limits.
“I haven’t been back here since… well, I moved pretty soon
after graduation,” Allison said softly, watching the warm glow of the lights of
houses and strip malls pass them by.
“Do you miss it?” Clark said, following the GPS directions
through the wet streets.
Allison was quiet a minute, “not really,” Allison said
finally, “I miss some of the people, mostly my parents and Sadie of course, but
I didn’t get to live here, I was never in any after school clubs, I
never joined the YMCA, went swimming at
the local pool, hung out at the roller skate rink…” she sighed, “I was too
scared to do any of it, the only time I ever tried to be a normal girl here was
prom… and you know how that turned out.”
As if summoned like a ghost a high school appeared out of
the mist as they drove by, and Allison watched it as they passed on slowly, the
wet sticky sound of the drizzle covered asphalt on the tires of the car the
only sound as she saw her school’s mascot, painted on the side of the brick structure.
“I’m sorry it was like that,” Clark said quietly, watching
the building disappear into the wet fog behind them. He gave her a warm smile
as the windows began to fog, “for what it’s worth though, I’m so glad
you ended up moving in above me.”
“Me too,” Allison said, and in spite of everything, she
leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Careful, I’m driving,” he laughed as he dipped an inch.
“Before you, living there wasn’t any different than living
here,” Allison said, looking out the window again, “I was just locked in my
apartment instead of locked in my childhood bedroom… If this thing really is
happening to Sadie too, I don’t want her to live like that Clark, not even for
a day.” She sighed, her breath fogging the windows again as the rentals defrost
struggled to keep the glass clear, “Sadie was one of my only bright points of
light here… she had it all Clark, she was popular and pretty and had guys
tripping over themselves trying to date her, and she still came over to hang
out with her recluse of a friend when she could have… maybe should have, just
forgotten about me.”
“Don’t say that,” Clark said with a scowl, “you know that’s
“Clark, if Sadie is suddenly shrinking people, there’s no
way it isn’t my fault,” Allison said, blinking a quick tear out of her eye,
“either I’m contagious, or it jumped to her somehow, but it started with me,
there’s no way in a million years it just randomly mutated in her too.”
Clark frowned, but didn’t say anything, and the two were
quiet on the rest of the ride up to Sadie’s apartment complex.
Sadie heard the knock and practically leapt up, pulling the
door open, “ALLISON!” she shouted gleefully, “CLARK!” she leapt at them,
catching Clark first in a hug since he’d been carrying their things up the
stairs. He grunted, feeling his height start to slip away as the suitcase got
heavier and Sadie seemed to get taller.
“Well, I guess it’s the real deal,” Allison said quietly as
Sadie parted from her. She quickly pulled her friend into a hug next, as always
Allison wore gloves and long sleaves, angling her head back to avoid skin
contact “you okay?” she asked softly.
“I… I’m just happy you guys are here,” Sadie said, looking
with a grimace at Clark’s shortened stature. She glanced around outside, then beckoned
“So,” Allison sighed, “you said you accidently shrank a guy
trying to rob a store?”
“Yeah,” Sadie giggled as Clark wheeled the bags in.
“Badass!” Clark said with a grin, “Allison hasn’t ever tried
to fight crime once, total waste of a superpower if you ask me.”
Sadie blushed, “It wasn’t like I was out looking for
trouble, it just sort of happened, I was as scared as he was…”
“Yeah, the first one’s kind of a doozy,” Allison said,
biting her lip. She shot an angry glance at Clark, “and waste of a superpower?
“I’m just kidding,” Clark laughed.
Allison rolled her eyes, “you’re going to fight an action
figure for my amusement later, Mr. Superhero.”
“So,” Allison sighed, “obviously you need to get ready for
some… changes, to your lifestyle.”
“Gloves, got it,” Sadie said, beaming.
“There’s a bit more to it than that,” Allison said, eyes
downcast, “you… you’ve got to avoid events with a lot of people, anything where
you might have skin to skin contact with someone.”
“So, no concerts?” Sadie asked uncertainly.
“No dance clubs, no beach, no water parks, in fact swimming
should just be avoided unless you’re in a private pool,” Allison explained.
“Shit…” Sadie said, flopping backwards onto the couch, “I
guess I never realized how careful you always were…” She chuckled to herself
and pulled up her phone and there was a beep.
“What are you doing?” Allison asked.
“Deleting all my dating apps,” she muttered, “I’m guessing
I’m off the market now?”
“Well, you can’t exactly say, ‘warning I shrink people’ in
your profile…” Allison shrugged, “I can’t give you much advice on that front,
this guy,” she jerked a thumb at Clark, “he just sort of fell into my lap.”
“Actually, you fell on me,” Clark said with a grin, “then
you trapped me in a Tupperware container…”
“I’ll have to try that on the next guy who asks me out,”
Sadie said with a smirk, staring at the ceiling, “just toss him in with my
sandwich from lunch and then talk to him whenever I’m ready…”
“Sadie you’ve got to be careful,” Allison warned.
“I know, I was just kidding,” she said with a sigh, then
blinked, a few tears working there way through. “I… I don’t know what to do,”
she said, sniffing slightly, “should I quit my job? Do I need to just live
apart from everyone like you do?”
“No,” Allison said quietly, “I… I was wrong to choose that
path, and you shouldn’t either.” She glanced at Clark, who nodded, urging her
on. Allison sighed, “you’re going to have some adjustments,” she said, “but
you’ll be okay, you stood by me when this happened, and I’m going to stand with
you.” She leaned over and squeezed Sadie’s shoulder, handing her a tissue. “I’m…
I’m sorry,” Allison blinked away a tear herself, “this is all my fault.”
Sadie laughed through her own crying, dabbing her eyes, “Allison,
if this jumped from you to me, there wasn’t any way to know, I’m not mad
Sadie growled, sniffing loudly as she fought to compose
herself, “Allison! Listen to me! We don’t know anything about it, for all we
know the water in our town does this to people.”
Allison smiled a little, but from the way she turned towards
Clark he could tell she was feeling a little guilty.
“Well, what do we do now?” Clark asked, “should we call that
lab you’re always talking to?”
“Maybe,” Allison sighed, “we can do it tomorrow, for tonight
let’s just try to… relax, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sadie said, dabbing her eyes one final time and
handing the tissue to Allison’s outstretched hand, “that sounds good.”
“Let me just get the doll- HOLY SHIT!” Allison dropped the
tissue like it was electrified, and Clark gasped as he saw why, handling the
small cloth soaked with Sadie’s tears had caused Allison’s height to dip
slightly, and she looked up in awe at Sadie, who was now a few inches taller
than her as they sat on the couch together.
The three of them sat in stunned silence for a moment, then
Sadie giggled, “No fucking way! I can shrink you!” She turned, blinking the
final tears out of her eyes, “Clark, I can shrink Allison!”
“I can see that,” he said, still shocked.
Allison shivered, “from this side… it’s kind of unnerving…”
“You get used to it,” Clark and Sadie said at the same time.
Allison breathed out slowly, “Okay, Sadie, touch the tip of
my finger.” She held out her hand, the digit extended as Sadie did the same.
The two made contact, and before Clark’s eyes both women slowly began to get
shorter, their clothes getting looser. After a moment Allison broke the
contact, Sadie at around five feet tall and herself at somewhere a few inches
below that, while her clothes were loose she was able to keep them on.
“Oh thank god, you can still shrink me,” Sadie breathed.
“That’s an odd thing to be thankful for,” Clark said with a
“Whatever,” Sadie said with a grin, “Allison, you said you had
“No, but I have some of your clothes,” Allison said with a
giggle. She snapped her glove on and licked the tip of her thumb, “hold still
Sadie squealed happily as she began to dwindle, her clothes
billowing around her as Allison kept pressing the digit down, shrinking her.
The blonde’s face disappeared down her shirt, and for a moment Clark saw
nothing but Allison, reaching into the collapsing clothing and maintaining
contact. Finally, Allison withdrew her hand, wiping the smudge of saliva on her
own shirt as she grinned down at her handiwork.
A tiny head of blonde hair popped up in the pool of
clothing, and a newly doll-sized Sadie giggled as she stepped out of the ruins
of her outfit. Allison reached into her purse, pulling out an obnoxious red
polka-dotted dress that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a doll’s outfit,
and gently she brought it down on her friend, who raised her arms up to don the
gaudy toy clothing eagerly.
“And there we go,” Allison said, pleased as she picked up Sadie
around the waist and placed her in her lap, “right back where Sadie belongs…”
She pulled a small plastic pink brush out of her purse next, and idly began
slowly running it through Sadie’s hair as the tiny blonde sighed in relief.
“You have no idea how good this feels after the day I’ve
had,” Sadie muttered.
“I have an idea,” Clark said with a smirk. His own play with
Allison usually took a different turn, but there was definitely something
slightly liberating about being tiny, forgetting the world’s troubles if only
for a little while, subject to the whims of a beautiful giant.
Sadie gasped suddenly, pointing across the room eagerly, “A-Allison,
can I shrink Clark?”
Allison suddenly had a mischievous smirk on her face as she
glanced across the room at him, “hmmm… I don’t know.”
“Oh come on Allison, I was in the gerbil cage just
yesterday!” he protested.
“But my dolly needs a friend!” Allison said, standing up and
holding a giggling Sadie out in front of her like a torch.
Clark made a sudden dive for Allison’s purse, surprising
her, “hey, what the-“ she started, but her eyes went wide as she saw him draw
the pill bottle out. She scowled, “No Clark, don’t you dare-“
He was chuckling as he quickly unscrewed the cap and
swallowed one of the countermeasure pills before she could say anything else. He
sat back up, giving her a smug grin as she fumed.
“What are those?” Sadie asked, pointing down to the pill
“Anti-shrinking pills,” Allison scowled, “they resist the
effect a little bit, plus he won’t be able to go smaller than six inches while
they’re in his system…”
“Bummer,” Sadie giggled, “I was really hoping to send you all
the way down Clark, but… I guess I can have fun with a little toy that
comes up to a doll’s waist.”
Allison smirked, slowly lowering Sadie to the ground and
standing over them both, arms crossed as she watched the doll sized Sadie
advance on Clark. He scrambled backwards, grunting as his back hit the wall.
The sight was comical, the doll-sized Sadie in the obnoxious red dress holding
her arms out menacingly as she advanced on a full-sized man.
“Come on Clark,” Sadie teased, “let me do it! I want you to
be my first victim!”
“What about those guys at the gas station!?” he protested as
she closed in.
“Doesn’t count,” Sadie giggled, “It only counts if you’re
smaller than a ruler!”
“What kind of rule is that?” Clark said, fighting a laugh as
she slapped her hands on his exposed ankle. He felt himself start to shrink,
her excitement causing the chemical to increase potency as even the tiny
contact caused Clark’s clothes to rush against his skin, loosening as the
doll-woman giggled at his expression.
“Calm down Sadie,” Allison laughed, “you don’t want to
shrink him too quickly!” She walked over, standing over the two of them as
Clark’s head disappeared down his shirt collar like Sadie’s had a moment
before. She giggled and crawled up his loose pants leg, and Allison watched
with amusement as one lump in the clothing chased the other, which diminished
in size every time Sadie caught up to him, the cries of the chase muffled by
the tentlike clothing that hung over the two.
Clark gasped, light and fresh air filling his senses as he
scurried out his shirt sleeve, standing to his feet quickly and looking back.
Sadie was crawling through it like a tunnel, giggling as she stood up, just a
fraction of an inch taller than him, half a head or so at their respective
“Okay, you’ve got me!” he called, holding up his hands in
surrender, “I’m doll sized too, you win!”
He grunted as Allison’s hands wrapped around his stomach,
the powerful fingers squeezing into him as she lifted him and Sadie up like the
toys they were. Sadie gave him a smug expression from her place in Allison’s
other hand as she carried them to the table, setting them across from each
“Just wanted to get you two up off the ground so I could get
a better look,” Allison laughed. “That pill didn’t buy you much extra time
Clark, I think Sadie’s shrinking is going a little wild since it’s still so new…”
She thought a moment, “We should really practice shrinking and see if we can
control it better, since we’re both going to be dealing with this…” she
grinned, “luckily we have an eager volunteer.”
“Eager?” Clark asked, crossing his arms and smirking.
“Eager,” Allison said with a wicked grin, her hand
coming up behind him and slowly forcing him closer to Sadie. He stumbled and almost
tripped as he was forced within arm’s reach of his fellow doll, who also had a
rather predatory expression on her face.
“You said you the pill keeps him from going below six
inches?” Sadie asked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she regarded him.
Allison nodded and Sadie raised an eyebrow, “Okay Clark, on your knees.”
He looked to Allison, who just grinned, “you better do it
Clark, you’re a toy’s toy for the night.”
He fell to his knees as Allison advanced on him, she lifted up
the skirt of the doll’s dress, revealing her glistening womanhood beneath her
trimmed blonde tuft of hair, “no underwear for dolls,” she reminded him.
He felt something press against the back of his head, and
with a start he realized it was Allison’s finger, forcing his head down between
Sadie’s legs as her other gloved hand cradled Sadie’s back. He began licking
eagerly as his face met the soft opening, and his face was quickly soaked with the
blonde’s juices as she moaned overhead.
“That’s it, good dolls,” Allison laughed, continuing to
grind his face into her womanhood, the red doll’s skirt hanging over his head
and her finger like a hood. Allison felt herself becoming wet too, watching Sadie’s
face contort in pleasure as she cupped the doll woman’s torso, providing
support as the work she was forcing Clark to do caused the blonde’s legs to
“Fuck yeah!” Sadie howled as Clark rapidly diminished. His
feet left the ground, and Allison’s blue latex clad hands gripped around him,
lifting him slightly and keeping him in contact with Sadie as he continued licking
at her, Allison’s powerful thumb hooking behind his head and keeping him in
place, slowly grinding him into the doll-woman as she breathed heavily, her own
arousal spiking at the display in front of her.
Sadie squealed, and then her thigh lifted up, wrapping
around both Clark’s head and the gloved thumb as her hips bucked against his
face, splashing him with her orgasm as he was brought down to his final height,
half her size. With another mewling sound of pleasure Sadie collapsed backwards,
panting as she hung limp from Allison’s hand.
“H-How’s that taste tiny?” Sadie taunted.
Clark just chuckled, “good, no hair to get tangled up in I
“Hey, getting tangled up in the hair is the best part,” Allison
protested, separating her six-inch man from her doll sized friend.
“Things are kind of overgrown down there,” Sadie giggled,
seeing Allison’s flushed expression, “do you want waxing tips?” she teasingly
ran a hand over her own crotch, where the small tuft of blonde hair was soaked
through with Clark’s spit and her own juices.
Allison just rolled her eyes, “No, I’m au-natural and Clark
loves getting lost in there, and if you make fun of me again Barbie, I’ll go
find your wax strips under the sink and give you a full body right here in
front of him!”
Sadie smirked, pleased that she’d gotten on her friend’s
nerves, but said nothing.
Allison glanced at Clark, who had wisely stayed out of the “argument,”
and grinned, “now, would you like to go tour the forest?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said eagerly, and he watched as Allison brought
him down to the hem of her pants. She released Allison, setting her on the table
as she used her free hand to unbutton her pants, revealing her pink panties as
she pulled at the elastic, opening the top. Clark was brought to the opening of
that chasm, and she sighed happily as he slid in, quickly becoming lost in the
very hair they’d just been discussing, darkness overtaking him as she let the
elastic of her underwear slip back into place. After adjusting him slightly,
she buttoned up her jeans, trapping him tightly against her in a way that made
her toes curl.
“Goodbye Clark,” Sadie said, a little awed as she watched
the scene unfold.
“Yeah, those pills really open up some new possibilities,”
Allison laughed. She leaned back in her chair, her face occasionally contorting
as Clark squirmed against her. “Now then,” she said, regarding her doll sized
friend, “tomorrow, we’ve got to make some decisions about this whole… thing,”
she said, waving her hand, “but for tonight Sadie? Just relax, let me take care
“Thanks Allison,” Sadie said softly, blushing and smiling slightly
as she reached for the doll-girl again.
“We’ve got a problem,” Drake said as Vasquez pulled up in
the unmarked van.
Vasquez scowled, “what? Cops? A few calls and we can have
them off our back-“
“No,” Drake muttered, pointing across the street to Sadie’s
apartment, which he’d been monitoring all day. “The other girl, Subject A, she’s
up there, her boyfriend is with her too.”
“Shit, they must have come right over when she started
freaking out,” Vasquez muttered, glancing up at the light in Sadie’s window.
She grinned ghoulishly, “pays to have friends, right?”
“We should call it off,” he growled, “we’ve only got
containment for one of them.”
“Fuck that,” Vasquez laughed, “I’ve got four burn noticed
motherfuckers in the back suited up in biohazard gear, finding another team for
wet work is going to be a bitch, so get in the back and get your suit on
because we’re doing this tonight.”
Allison sighed, relaxing at full size on the couch while
Sadie sat happily in her lap. Clark, after a quick bath in the sink, had been
wrapped in a tissue-toga for warmth, and was happily perched in the breast
pocket of a pair of pajama tops Allison had packed. She’d regained the inches
she’d lost to Sadie earlier, but she’d made sure to keep the two of them what
she’d decided was “appropriately small” for the evening.
“So, Klingons, they’re bad, but they’re helping the crew in
this one?” Sadie asked, confused as she watched the drama playing out on a television
that was theater screen sized to her.
Allison and Clark groaned in unison, “it’s a matter of
honor,” Allison tried to explain, “like yeah, they’re rivals of the Federation,
but they’re not bad guys.”
“I don’t know, maybe I’m more of a Star Wars girl,” Sadie
muttered, “it’s easy to tell who’s good and bad in that one.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Clark laughed, looking
down at her.
Allison jerked in the direction of the door, where a small
explosion blew the door lock open. She screamed, scurrying backwards and
grabbing Sadie as a group of men in biohazard suits flooded the room, guns
“Go go go!” a hispanic woman shouted, running to the front as
they fanned out. She spotted Sadie on Allison’s lap, then grinned, “thanks for
making her small for me, makes this easier!” she reached for Sadie, even as
Allison tried to keep her away in a panic. The other woman was stronger though,
and as Allison panicked, running her fingers over the biohazard suit looking
for any opening, she just laughed. The other men circled around, lowering their
weapons as Vasquez pried the screaming doll-girl out of Allison’s fingers.
“Who the hell are you!?” Allison cried, her eyes darting
back and forth nervously.
“Never you mind,” Vasquez chuckled, eyeing a stunned Clark,
who was perched in Allison’s jacket pocket. Before Allison could react her
gloved hand darted out, snatching Clark from her too. “Well looky here!” she
laughed, dangling the tiny naked man before the group, “looks like she has
herself a little boytoy!”
“G-Give him back!” Allison said, fear rising in her, “let
both of them go right now!”
“Well, I don’t need this guy,” Vasquez muttered, letting him
drop to the floor with a scream.
Clark grunted in pain as he hit the carpet, at this size the
fall wasn’t particularly dangerous, but it still hurt, as did the massive boot
that pressed into his back. Vasquez grinned, enjoying Allison’s look of shocked
horror as she threatened to crush Clark, his cries of pain echoing up to her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, making contact
with Allison, “we’re taking your little doll here, and your little boyfriend too.
If you try to follow us? I’m going to be scraping what’s left of him off my
Allison blinked away a tear, nodding fearfully.
“Good girl,” Vasquez said, winking at her as she lifted her
foot off Clark. She bent down to pick him up again, squeezing him harshly and
causing another cry of pain.
“ALLISON!” Sadie squealed.
Allison looked at the nightmare in front of her, her heart picking
up speed. She blinked away a tear, clenching her fists as some strange fire
rose in her stomach. She stood up, and the woman and her minions paused as they
“Didn’t you hear me?” Vasquez snarled. She squeezed Clark
again, “or do you want me to snap his spine right here in front of you?” One of
the men raised a gun at Allison as she took another step forward.
“Allison, you can get us back later!” Clark called,
clenching his teeth and fighting through the pain, “y-you can’t-“
She looked around the room, her eyes lingering on Sadie and
Clark, her best friend and the man she… loved, yes, she loved them both really,
the bright points of light that faded against the rising fury in her chest. She
raised her head high, letting instinct take over as she glared at the woman,
safe from her power behind that biohazard hood…
“No!” Allison shouted, and around the room six figures cried
out in shock as their suits collapsed around them, billowing like tents as they
shrank to inches in size. Clark and Sadie cried out in surprise as they fell to
the floor, their falls cushioned by the piling biohazard suit. The guns clacked
to the floor next, and as Allison panted, exhaustion coming over her, the full
weight of what had happened started to sink in.
“Holy shit,” Sadie said in awe.
“Y-You didn’t even touch them!?” Clark said, looking at the
hills of piled clothing, small lumps squirming in them as the former wearers
struggled in piles of their own biohazard suits.
“I didn’t,” Allison muttered, blinking in shock, “it was
like… I was so scared, and then I was angry, and I just… I just wanted them
“This is… this is new,” Clark muttered, standing up. He
fought a nervous laugh, “so uh… are you going to start fighting crime now?”
In spite of everything, Allison tittered a nervous laugh, “we’ll
see, you can be my sidekick, the adorable and amazing Pocketboy…” She huffed,
walking over to the lead woman’s biosuit and snapping the visor open. She
reached inside, and there was a terrified yelp inside as she pulled out the
naked and squirming form of Vasquez, her gloved fingers coiling tightly around
the terrified woman.
“Hi,” Allison said darkly, “I believe you were threatening
to crush my boyfriend?” Allison glanced down at her feet, Vasquez nervously
followed her, and Allison smirked as she playfully shifted her foot back and
forth, as though she was grinding a cigarette, “it made me kind of mad,”
Allison said, hefting the woman back up and fixing her gaze on her enormous
“I-It was just a job,” Vasquez said weakly.
“It was my friends!” Allison snarled, her spittle landing on
Vasquez and causing her to shrink a little further before Allison could wipe it
off. She took a moment to enjoy the terror of the woman curled in her palm,
then forced herself to calm down. “You are going to tell me everything,”
“N-No fucking way,” Vasquez managed, regaining some of her
“I think you’ll find I can be very persuasive,”
Allison said with a erratic giggle. Down below, by her feet, Sadie and Clark exchanged
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Allison had methodically gathered up each of the tiny
assailants, who in their sealed suits had been helplessly trapped until she
opened the visors to retrieve them. Within a few minutes Vasquez, Drake, and
their four mercenaries were all naked, three inches tall, and looking up at
Allison’s grinning face from the bottom of a large glass mixing bowl.
“Who the hell are these people?” Clark muttered, still six
inches tall himself, and with a full doll sized Sadie behind him, gripping his
shoulders nervously as they stood on the counter, watching Allison work.
“So, let’s recap, you came here for Sadie,” Allison said,
crossing her arms angrily, “who sent you?”
“Get fucked lady!” one of the men shouted.
Allison rolled her eyes, then plucked him out of the bowl,
squeezing him and giving him a quick smirk, “what a cutie,” she said mockingly,
“but kind of a potty mouth… I know just what to do with you.” She walked,
sauntering her hips mockingly as they all watched her, and a moment later Clark
saw her duck into the hallway bathroom. They all heard the sound of a toilet
flushing, and every tiny person in the room gaped, wide eyed, as Allison came
back into the kitchen without her tiny captive.
“Holy shit,” Clark breathed, “d-did she just”
“Allison, a-are you okay?” Sadie called nervously.
Allison turned and glowered at the two of them, and for the
first time since he’d been tiny Clark felt a tinge of real terror, not the
instinctual fear of being small, or the almost giddy flight response he sometimes
got during his games with Allison, but a real raw dread that was rising the
longer he looked at her.
“I almost lost you two,” she said quietly, slowly looking
down at the prisoners in the bowl, who backed away nervously, “lost you to
these… well, you’re not really people now, are you?” she smirked, “more like
“Allison, you’re freaking me out a little,” Clark said,
gulping as she reached into the bowl for the next prisoner.
“Don’t tell her anything Drake!” Vasquez shouted as the
other man was lifted up to Allison’s face, squeezed between her thumb and
forefinger like a piece of candy.
“Drake huh?” Allison said, “start talking, why are you
“I…” he gulped beneath her gaze.
Allison licked her lips, “I wonder what you’d taste like?”
She playfully cocked her head, thinking it over, “of course as soon as you’re
in my mouth you’d just start getting smaller and smaller, by the time you’d hit
my stomach you’d be the size of a grain of sand… not very filling.” She licked
him, and he shuddered, fighting the urge to scream as he shrank in her grip
even further, until the pads of her fingers swelled around him like massive
“I… I won’t-“ he managed, grunting as she pressed her
fingers down further, watching him go to ant sized.
“Damn,” Allison muttered, “already too small to hear…” She
looked down at the remaining four figures in the bowl and smirked. She walked
over to the apartment entrance, frowning as she saw the ruined door. She bent
down to pick up her shoes, where they’d been left when she came inside. She
brought it up to her nose and sniffed, grimacing as the foul odor of her sweat
wafted out. She carried the shoe, and her tiny prisoner, back to the bowl.
“Everyone take a good look,” Allison said, angling the shoe
so they could see. They all watched, spellbound, as Allison dropped Drake in,
he made contact with her soft insole, and then looked up at them in horror as
the world began to grow around him.
“Help!” he shouted, his voice fading as he shrank into the
insole, becoming a dot, then shrinking out of sight.
“Bye bye Drake!” Allison said with a grin, turning back to
the bowl, “he’s going to reach microscopic size pretty quickly, I wonder if
your bosses told you I could make people that small?” she sighed, looking down
at the insole, “he’s going to spend the rest of his life down there, no more
sunrises and sunsets for him! Just when I take my shoe on and off.” She pursed
her lips and giggled, “I wonder what he’ll find to eat and drink down there?”
she said teasingly.
“Fucking hell,” one of the mercenaries said, stunned,
“Vasquez, what in the goddamn did you drag us into-“
“Next contestant!” Allison laughed, “hey, let’s up the ante!
First one of you to crack gets to regrow and go home! What do you guys think?”
“I don’t like this Clark,” Sadie whimpered, watching Allison
pick up the next mercenary.
“She’s… She’s lost it,” Clark muttered, “Allison, this is
getting nuts, you need to-“
“They were going to kill you!” She snarled, causing everyone
to jump back, “they were going to take Sadie and do god knows what to her!” She
turned back to the terrified man between her fingers, “I like to joke about
being a goddess, being a monster, whatever Clark, but…” she grinned wickedly, “there’s
a part of me that’s really messed up, always has been, I don’t know if the shrinking
thing caused it, or if I was always destined to be a bit of a psycho and the
universe just gave me this power as a bonus, but it doesn’t really matter…” There
was a small squeak as Allison picked up another man, “maybe if I crush one of
you to paste in front of the others?” She squeezed, and the man let out a
scream of pain as her thumb pressed against his ribs.
“Allison STOP!” Clark shouted, “you’re not this person!” She
hesitated, and Clark had a sudden surge of hope that he was getting through to
her. He licked his lips and continued, “Allison,” he said quietly, forcing her
to step away from the bowl and crane her head down to him, “think about how
you’ve felt when you’ve hurt anyone using your power, I know you, I…” he
gulped, “I love you Allison, I know you’re going to regret it forever if you do
Allison looked at Clark and Sadie, taking in their fearful
expressions. She felt a bit of doubt, and slowly lowered the mercenary back
into the bowl.
“I don’t have a choice,” she said softly, “you guys… they
can’t leave here, otherwise they’re going to come back and… and…” She sniffed,
“you two are the only things I have.”
“Allison, you don’t have to do this,” Sadie pleaded, “we can
call the police, we can…” she sighed, “we can go public with this, if we
“I don’t think so,” Allison said, looking balefully at the
terrified group in the bowl, “that’ll just end with another group of assholes
like this busting into our place, maybe a different group will hire them, but it’ll
be the same, everyone will want us.” Her voice became low, cold, “I’m sorry,
but I really don’t see any other way,” her hand stretched towards them again.
“Holy shit,” one of the mercenaries said in a panic, “lady
please, we were hired by some group called The Lab, a little fuck called
Kimbers was cutting the checks, they’re at-“
“I know where they are,” Allison said quietly, “I… I guess I
should have known it was them, they’re the only ones who would know…”
“Oh shit,” Sadie muttered, “they were trying to ET me!?”
“Why didn’t you come for me, why Sadie?” Allison asked
“I don’t know!” he shouted, “we just got a dossier on her
being able to shrink people, honestly we all thought it was bullshit, a code to
hide something else.”
“You shut the fuck up before I shut you up!” Vasquez
shouted, but one of the men grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms as she
cursed at them angrily.
“And that’s all you know?” Allison asked quietly
“I swear, that’s it! Vasquez and Drake were the points of
Allison nodded, “Okay then,” she looked at Vasquez, who was
seething angrily at everyone around her, then at Sadie and Clark. She’d calmed
down slightly, and the idea of ripping the tiny group limb from limb, or
crushing them, was losing its appeal, and increasingly she was horrified of the
thoughts she’d been thinking, the things she’d been ready to do…
It was a tense moment, she told herself, smiling at
Clark and Sadie, who seemed visibly relieved at the expression.
She sighed, “here’s what I’m going to do,” she said calmly,
“you’re all going down to microscopic size with Drake… you’ll probably be back
someday, and whenever you’re walking around at full size again, I want you
people to forget I ever existed. You might think you can come back, maybe
surprise me, but the reality is there’s no protecting against me,” she snapped
her fingers and she was almost as surprised as everyone else when Vasquez
suddenly halved in size, struggling against her former minions, towering over
her at two inches. “Consider this your warning,” she growled, “if I see any of
you again? I will fucking eat you.”
“You don’t have the guts you bi-“ Vasquez started, but one
of the mercenaries leapt at her, scooping up her half-sized form and clamping a
hand over her mouth.
“We’ve got it,” the mercenary growled.
“Glad we’re all on the same page,” Allison smiled, slowly
tipping the bowl and causing the group to shout in surprise as they began
sliding towards the opening of her shoe. They tumbled in one after another, and
Allison watched with a smug smile as they dwindled away into the vast and
endless expanse of her sweat stained insole.
“Now let me just seal up our little friends in their new
home,” she said, peeling her sock off. Clark and Sadie watched as she balled it
up, stuffing in the mouth of the shoe, no doubt sealing the microscopic team of
mercenaries in darkness.
“Allison, we… we need to talk about that,” Clark said
“I’m sorry, I went too far,” Allison said, shifting
slightly, “I just don’t want anyone to hurt you guys!”
“Y-You killed that guy,” Sadie said, wide eyed, “you killed
someone by flushing them down the-“
“Oh,” Allison giggled, “he’s fine, I just stuffed him in the
medicine cabinet and then flushed the toilet to freak everyone out.”
Clark and Sadie looked at her, stunned, a moment later Clark
snorted, “y-you’re fucking kidding?” Clark asked, fighting the urge to burst
“Hey, I was really scared,” Sadie protested, but as Clark
lost the battle and started chuckling, she was trying harder and harder to keep
a smile off her face.
“Let me go get him,” Allison said, smirking as she strutted
back to the bathroom. A moment later she returned, a cursing inches high man
angrily pounding his fists feebly against her gloved fingers as she carried him
past Sadie and Clark. A moment later his cursing was cut off as Allison pulled
the sock plug out of her shoe, depositing him with his fellows and then
replacing the sock, listening to his muffled voice fade as he shrank down to
microscopic size too.
“So what now?” Clark asked miserably, “this Lab, are they
feds, or what?”
“I don’t know,” Allison muttered, “I think they’re connected
somehow, but they don’t have any kind of government logos or anything that I
saw, and I’m pretty sure the bunch trapped in my shoe aren’t with any of the
three letter agencies, there weren’t any badges with their stuff anyway.”
“Do you guys think… they made me have the shrinking power,
like Allison?” Sadie asked suddenly.
“Maybe…” Allison muttered, “or at least they knew it was
coming…” She growled angrily, “there’s so much we don’t know, we’re flying
“Speaking of,” Clark asked suddenly, “what was that back
there? Shrinking all of those guys at once? Through those suits?”
Allison shrugged, “it just sort of… happened, it was like I
had this sense that I could do it, like a limb that had been asleep or
something that I could move again, you know?”
“Do you think I can do it?” Sadie asked eagerly. She glared
at Allison, focusing suddenly.
“Cut that out!” Allison snapped.
“Come on!” Sadie muttered, a tense expression on her face,
“shrink shrink shrink-“
“Okay, stop that before you pop a blood vessel,” Allison
said, rolling her eyes and picking up Sadie by the waist again. “I went years
without ever being able to do that, even knowing I could do that, you’re
not going to shrink me by staring and making a face like you have to poop.”
Allison’s phone rang suddenly, and she lifted it up, her
stomach dropping as she saw the contact, “It’s Doctor Kendra…” she muttered,
“she’s my contact with these people…” With a sigh she answered the call, “This
is Allison,” she said in a cold voice.
“Oh thank god,” Dr. Kendra breathed, “you’re at Sadie’s,
yes? Listen to me very carefully, you need to contact the police now, there is
a group of men coming to-“
“They’re dealt with,” Allison said neutrally.
There was a pause, “D-Dealt with? Allison, did you-“
“They’re currently exploring the lost continent of my shoe’s
insole,” Allison replied, “now, do you want to tell me what the hell you were
thinking, sending a goon squad to kidnap my friend?”
“I… Allison, you have to believe me, I had nothing to do
with this, one of my subordinates acted on his own, he activated Sadie because
he wanted his own test subject-“
“So, your people did this to her,” Allison said, sighing. It
was a small relief, to think she hadn’t inadvertently infected her friend
“I didn’t approve it, I would never approve it!”
Kendra protested, “Allison, please-“
“We need to talk,” Allison growled, “in person.”
“Of course, I’ll let security know you’re coming-“
“No,” Allison said, cutting her off, “I want you to meet me
at my apartment, alone. No unmarked vans, no bodyguards, no goons, and
don’t bother with the biohazard suit, it won’t do you any good anymore.”
“Allison,” Kendra said quietly, “I don’t know if-“
“Go and measure yourself Kendra,” Allison ordered.
Halfway across the country, in her office, Kendra gulped
nervously. Her clothing felt a little looser all of a sudden, but it had to be
in her head… She heard Allison breathing over the phone as she weakly stumbled
out of her office and down the hall, finally bumbling into an examination room,
complete with a height line in the corner. She placed herself against it,
backing away in awe as she saw how tall she stood, or rather didn’t stand.
“I-I’m five foot five,” Kendra stammered.
“No, you’re not, you’re probably about five one right now,”
Allison said, “consider the implications. I will see you at my front door
tomorrow evening at five.” She ended the call without saying anything further,
then slapped her head, wincing in pain.
“D-Did you just shrink her over the phone?” Clark stammered.
“Yeah, but it hurt like hell,” Allison replied, rubbing her
head and blinking her eyes, “it was the same as it was with them, like as soon
as she started talking to me, as I got angrier, I could feel something
from her, her… her size I guess? And I could just take it, like I did for those
guys in my shoe, but she was so far away… I think I just did the shrinker’s
version of pulling a muscle.”
“No way,” Sadie gasped, “do you think my powers will let me
do that too?” She jumped excitedly, the red doll’s dress flapping slightly, “I
have so many ex-boyfriends I’m going to call!”
“So, I guess we’re going home then?” Clark asked in a tired
voice, ignoring Sadie’s romantic revenge fantasies.
“Yeah,” Allison murmured, “I think so. We’ve got to go
finish this thing, one way or another.”
“W-What about me?” Sadie asked, looking up at Allison
She just smirked and picked up the doll woman, “you’re
coming with us, you’re a part of this whole thing and after what just happened,
I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re staying in the dollhouse until
“Oh no,” Sadie said in mock horror, “Allison’s finally
whisking me away from my life and making me her doll forever!”
“Just go really still when we got through airport security
tomorrow,” Allison said with a smirk.
“What about me?” Clark asked.
“Regrettably I need your help with all the luggage,” Allison
said with a sigh, “so I’m afraid that instead of getting your much deserved
upgrade to ‘back of my panties’ class, you’re flying coach at full size with
“Damn, maybe next time,” he laughed.
“Yeah, the door got kicked in by uh, punk teenagers,” Sadie
said, speaking into a phone half as large as she was.
“Punk teenagers?” her landlord asked skeptically, “did you
call the cops?”
“No, I uh… they ran off and I didn’t think I needed to,”
“I’ll be over to replace the door later, but I want to hear
more about this-“
“Sorry, can’t,” Sadie said, “I’m actually flying out on
vacation and I’m going… somewhere I can’t be reached,” she said, biting her
lips as she tried to think up lies.
“Whatever Sadie,” her landlord sighed, “but I’m not happy
about this, if it happens again, we’ll talk about your rent rate.”
“Yeah, sure, okay, bye!” she said, slamming both hands
together on the phone’s touch screen, just barely registering enough to hang up
the call. “Fucking asshole,” she muttered.
“I mean, you did get his door kicked in,” Clark said,
standing full sized next to Allison.
“Pfft, I don’t have to deal with that guy ever again, I’m
moving into my dreamhouse permanently!” she said proudly.
“You wish,” Allison said, rolling her eyes and chuckling, “you
really should move near Clark and me though… your job can transfer you, right?”
“I’ve been working on the paperwork since I got back last
time,” Sadie said sheepishly, “they say they’re working on getting me something
at the branch near you, I didn’t want to say anything until it was official.”
She paused a moment, “hey, if I do get transferred, can I stay with you
until I find a place to live?”
“Sure,” Allison laughed, “you don’t take up much space.”
Allison gulped nervously as the security agent at the
airport briefly looked into her purse, “Random check,” she explained in a bored
tone, snapping blue gloves on. The woman lifted Sadie out of the bag, looking
at her quizzically. “Is this a doll?”
“Uh yeah,” Allison said, shifting uncomfortably as Clark
passed through the metal detector behind her, “it’s a super expensive one, so
“She’s so lifelike,” the woman chuckled, poking at Sadie’s
breasts and feeling the soft resistance. For her part Sadie was holding herself
as still as she could, a goofy smile plastered on her face as the woman’s
finger poked into her belly next. Her abs quaked, and the effort of keeping her
legs straight was beginning to wear on her when the woman slowly lowered her back
into Allison’s purse.
“Fuck,” she whispered, collapsing and panting as she rubbed
her quivering core muscles. Sadie wasn’t in bad shape by any means, but it took
more strength than she’d expected to hold herself stiff while being handled
like the doll she always liked to pretend she was.
Allison sighed, looking out the plane’s window as they took
off. Clark squeezed her gloved hand as they shared the armrest, giving her a
small smile which she returned. It was funny, she’d have given anything to be here
a year ago, a boyfriend who loved her, a best friend who’d reunited with her,
she was, or had been happy.
I guess I just don’t get any of that for free, she
thought, placing a pillow between herself and Clark so she could lean against
him without skin contact.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing the same shoes you… you put
them in,” Clark muttered, looking down at her feet.
Allison smirked, “I only packed one pair, and besides part
of the microbial experience is understanding just how pathetic you are to
the rest of the world.” She flexed her socked foot idly, no doubt shaking the
entire universe of her prisoners, “if anything they should be thankful, my foot
brings them valuable water and nutrition, they should worship it.”
“Right,” Clark said, the corner of his mouth quirking in a
grin. “You are going to let them go, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not going to make their time at my feet
pleasant,” Allison said, “in fact, I want them traumatized, so traumatized that
whenever they go back to whatever black market you hire goons at, they’ll all
be too scared shitless to come looking for a girl with shrinking powers ever
again.” She smirked, “I’m going to go for a run on the treadmill when I get
home, that should be real fun for them.”
They were quiet a moment, then Allison spoke again, “Clark,
you were right, I don’t really want to hurt anyone, but… we might not
get lucky again, if it’s between saving your lives or sparing them…” she pursed
her lips, “I’ll do what I have to do.”
“So will I,” he said with a resigned sigh, “and I’m sure
Sadie will too… how is she, anyway?”
Allison pulled her purse out from the seat in front of them,
unzipping the top carefully. The two of them looked in to see Sadie curled up
happily on a small pile of tissues Allison had thrown in for padding, fast
asleep. With a smirk Allison zipped the purse back up, stowing it under the
Clark circled the apartment complex in his car a dozen
times, looking for any suspicious figures, big unmarked vans, or signs that
anyone had been around their units while they’d been away. He came up empty,
and with a sigh he resigned himself to the fact that he’d been as careful as it
was possible to be without fleeing, something Allison had been adamant that she
did not want to do.
“It looks like Doctor Kendra kept her word,” Clark said, “I
don’t see anything unusual.”
“Well, let’s go in then!” Sadie said, poking her head up
from Allison’s purse.
Clark carried the bags up the stairs as Allison walked in
front of him, sparing nothing more than a quick glance at his own door to see
if it looked like it had been opened. As they entered the apartment Clark
involuntarily flinched as she turned on the lights, looking around as though he
expected a band of black clad special forces types to pop out from behind the
counter, but… nothing.
“Home sweet home,” Allison said softly, lowering her purse
and allowing Sadie to scurry out towards her dreamhouse, still set up in the
corner of the living room from their last visit.
“Oh man, I miss this place so much every time,” Sadie said,
running up the tiny staircase and out on the dollhouse’s balcony.
“If you’re moving here, we might get back to having you
spend Fridays in it,” Allison said with a wink. She shot Clark a smirk, “and
you might have a little roommate…”
“Okay,” Clark said, “should we just… wait for her to show
Allison shrugged, “you two do what you want, I’m going to go
change into my workout clothing and…” she looked down at her shoe, “have a nice
Drake wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the microbial
hellscape of Allison’s shoe, he’d seen his comrades dropped in too of course,
going from relative titans at two inches, to germs like himself. They’d shrunk
maybe an inch or two away from him, an insurmountable distance at this size, possibly
days of trekking across the girl’s fetid insole.
When she’d slipped her socked foot inside at first he’d been
scared, but at this size it was nearly impossible for him to end up crushed,
and he’d simply been rocked and tumbled along the length of the material as the
light had gone out from the world. The stale smell of sweat and shoe leather
filled the world, impossible to get off him no matter how he tried.
There was a thump, tossing him through the “cavern” of free
space he had between himself and the sock overhead, then another thump, tossing
him again. She was running, he realized, and the crisp earthy smell of fresh
sweat began to fill his prison as the sock overhead began to moisten.
Allison didn’t jog too long, just enough to work up a sweat,
then she’d kicked the shoes off, casually leaving them by her front door. She
spared one final smug look down into the seemingly empty shoe before walking
towards the bathroom, eager for a shower.
Clark watched the clock slowly tick towards five, a silence
hung over them all as they waited to see if Dr. Kendra would appear. He sighed
and tried to kill some time surfing the internet, when he noticed Sadie glaring
at him from the balcony of her dollhouse.
He frowned, “Sadie, are you trying to shrink me?”
“Did you feel anything!?” she asked eagerly.
“Stop trying to shrink me from across the room!” he replied.
“I want to see if I can do it!” she protested, “seriously,
did you feel something or-“
“No, I just saw you, Allison help me out here!”
“Sadie, don’t shrink Clark,” she said, not looking up from
“Sadie!” Allison snapped, “he needs to be at full…” she
rubbed her chin a moment, then grinned, looking at the clock, “actually… Clark,
help me move this chair over by the door, I want to do a thing.”
“A thing?” he asked, sitting up and helping her with the
piece of furniture.
“Yeah,” she said, “also I’m going to make you a little
smaller, but not like, super tiny, okay?”
“I don’t know if I like this,” he said, moving the chair to face
“Trust me, setting the right mood is going to make it a lot
easier,” Allison said, walking over to the dollhouse, “c’mere Sadie…”
Dr. Kendra stopped in front of the apartment door and
sighed. She was in her normal clothing, having shed her labcoat and biohazard
suit when she’d left. She hadn’t told anyone she was meeting the girl here,
they’d have never allowed it, insisting on security officers, cameras, something…
Just tell her everything, you owe her that much.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Allison’s voice called. Kendra slowly pushed the
door open, revealing a dark apartment. She reached for a lightswitch, flicking
it on, then jumping with a start as she saw Allison, sitting coiled in an
armchair facing her like a snake. On one armrest of the chair the other girl,
Sadie, sat in a doll’s dress, on her lap was her boyfriend, shrunk to a
manageable two foot size, his clothes hanging off him as Allison slowly ran her
gloved hands through his hair, like she was petting a cat.
Kendra gulped, “Hello Allison,” she said cautiously.
For her part Allison seemed pleased that her attempt at
intimidation had succeeded, with her miniaturized friends draped over her, she
certainly exuded a certain… presence.
“Do you have the retrieval team somewhere?” she asked
“They’re all alive,” Allison said, “look to your right.”
Kendra looked down, “there’s just a pair of…” her stomach
dropped as she realized the implication.
“They’re far too small to see, but they’re in there somewhere.
You can take that old pair of sneakers with you, I’m sure someone at your lab
has the equipment to locate and extract your team,” Allison said with a small
“I’ll be sure to grab them on my way out,” Kendra said,
staring at the shoes a moment. A part of her suddenly regretted coming alone.
She forced herself to return Allison’s gaze and adopted the cool
professionalism of a scientist, “how did you make me smaller over the phone?”
“I don’t know,” Allison said with a shrug, “and isn’t that
just the story of my life? I don’t know how, and nobody else does either,
but I do know I don’t even need to touch you anymore Doctor, I think I just
need to be aware of you, isn’t that wild?” She giggled, “it’s like
something out of a comic book!” She did a faux ominous voice, “my powers have
doubled since we last met!”
In spite of everything Clark snorted, and Sadie just looked
at them both, confused.
“You’ve made your point,” Dr. Kendra said in a tired voice,
“you’re not the scared little girl looking for help, you’re the big bad villain I
shouldn’t have messed with, what do you want from me Allison?”
“Tell me everything, I want to know what you people know, I
want to know how many people know it, I want to know the jokes you people tell
me over lunch, leave nothing out!”
Dr. Kendra thought a moment, then slowly nodded, walking her
way towards the couch, “All right… put on a pot of coffee dear, this could take
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Doctor Kendra's Confession by Greenanon
Dr. Kendra looked into the steaming cup of coffee a moment,
then reached into her jacket pocket, withdrawing a small flask of bourbon. She
added a dash, then swirled it slightly, taking a drink before lifting her head
to stare at an expectant Allison and her shrunken friends.
“I suppose I should begin with how we found you,” she said.
“Spies?” Allison said, “rumors from people that saw me at
“Nothing so dramatic,” she said, “your family doctor was
reaching out, discreetly, to pharmaceutical companies, he was trying to find
someone who could help you. Most people just ignored him, he sounded crazy
after all, a girl shrinking people? I don’t know who put him in contact with
The Lab, but we had enough experience in… unusual matters, to at least reach
out to you.” The doctor stared into her cup and chuckled, “nothing I’ve worked
with in a long career of top secret projects was ever so interesting as you
“Good old Doc Patton,” Allison said with a sigh, “whatever
happened to him?”
“He’s retired somewhere in the desert, last I heard,” Kendra
said with a shrug, “he used to call about our progress with you, we never told
him much, just that you were safe and we were working on things.”
“What is The Lab, exactly?” Clark cut in, “like, did
the government set you up, or are you part of a company, or what?”
Kendra gave a small smile and sipped her coffee, “That’s
complicated, we get plenty of money from the taxpayer, but for reasons of
plausible deniability we’re not technically a government operation, but
we have people in the government who will answer our calls and get us favors no
private entity could…” She regarded Allison a moment, “in any official
paperwork we’re a medical lab looking for treatments for various rare tropical
diseases, it’s what we told Doc Patton and what we told your parents when we
reached out to you, in reality we are, and always have been, bio-weapons
“What about me?” Sadie asked, “why’d you pick me to make
another… whatever Allison is?”
“From what I understand, the gland which produces the
shrinking chemical develops over several years of consistent exposure, always
in females, but remains dormant unless it is… activated somehow,” she sighed,
“I didn’t know about this, my side of the research was always trying to
decipher the mechanics of how it does what it does…” She was quiet a moment,
“Kimbers is… I’m worried about him. He’s successfully replicated Allison’s
condition, even if another subject would be years of work away… it presents an
avenue for weaponizing it.”
“C-Can you… undo it?” Sadie asked, “is there a cure
for all of this?”
“No,” Dr. Kendra said softly, “you have to believe me
Allison, I wanted your power for myself, I wanted to weaponize it just like
Kimbers is doing, I wanted to be rich and famous off of it… but I did want
to help you too… and now I’m starting to realize, those are mutually
exclusive.” She sighed, “If I had a cure, I’d have given it to you Allison, we
have the pills which provide some resistance to the chemical, but that’s it,
and with this new development… maybe that doesn’t matter either.”
“What do you mean?” Allison asked.
“The shrinking chemical,” Kendra said, running a hand
through her hair as she collected her thoughts, “I’ve long suspected that it’s
not really what’s shrinking people, it never was… we’ve replicated it in the
lab and our synthetic version never does anything.” She licked her lips, “I’ve
been thinking that it’s more like… a marker, think of the actual shrinking like…
a plane, circling a runway, the chemical is just turning the runway lights on,
a radar operator guiding the real missile in. Obviously it has a part to play
but…” She chuckled, “it would seem Allison has learned to land the plane
“Do you know what made me like this?” Allison asked quietly.
“No, your condition is perplexing and seems to violate
everything I know about how the world works,” Kendra muttered, “it’s… frightening
really, it may simply be beyond the science of our lifetimes. All I have are
“Fire away on the theories then,” Clark said.
Allison nodded, and Kendra continued, “first, we suppose
that this is a genetic trait, not some ancient curse or magical power, if it is
the latter then I am so beyond the scope of my knowledge as to make it
meaningless, but it seems that in that case it’s a defensive adaptation.”
“Defensive?” Sadie asked, “like, to keep predators away?”
“Dogs and cats won’t go near you Allison, even bugs won’t
fly within a few yards of you,” Dr. Kendra explained, “this would be a double-edged
sword in a more primitive environment, I’m sure a saber-toothed tiger would
avoid you, a wolf pack certainly, but it would also make hunting nigh
impossible, wouldn’t it?”
“I don’t understand,” Allison said with a frown.
“A person with your condition, in a more natural state,
would need to rely on the labor of others to survive, someone else to hunt and
gather for you,” the doctor took a quick swig of her coffee, licking her lips
at the bitter flavors, “the development of the second phase of your powers
suggests a more… offensive use.”
“You’re saying that my ancestors, might have…” Allison
“I imagine they enslaved whatever tribe they encountered and
ruled it by force,” Kendra said with a shrug, “I don’t mean to pry Allison, but
what kinds of thoughts run through your mind when you shrink your friends
there? Do you feel a sense of… dominance perhaps?”
Allison’s stomach dropped, “y-yeah, like I really like being
in charge, but that doesn’t mean anything!”
“You have a desire to be worshipped, to be a goddess which
seems… instinctive,” Kendra said, smiling slightly at Allison’s discomfort.
“Relax darling, it’s not a moral judgment, it simply could serve to explain
some of your more… outlandish desires.” She shrugged, “and that presupposes the
entire thing is genetic, which we don’t know.”
“So why aren’t there shrinkers running around now, why is
Allison the only one in a million years or whatever that can do this?” Clark
“I would imagine that baseline humanity did not appreciate
being ruled over,” Kendra said, staring off into space, “so those with the
ability to shrink others were violently selected against in early human
“Oh shit,” Sadie exclaimed, “Allison, I think she’s saying
our ancestors killed your-“
“Yeah, I got it Sadie,” Allison said, rolling her eyes, “so
what, I’m just predestined to be some evil bitch, shrinking and enslaving
“Hardly,” Dr. Kendra laughed, “look around you Allison, whatever
dark desires you might have spinning around in that skull of yours, you
embraced them and explored them in a healthy, and it seems mutually enjoyable,
way with people who love you.” She gestured to Sadie and Clark, still draped
over her like shrunken trophies, “if you have any doubts, ask the two of them
how they feel about it.”
“You’re not evil! That’s what I’ve been telling you for years!”
Sadie piped up, “you always feel so bad about things Allison, lighten up a
“Even when you had those guys in your hands… you were able
to keep yourself in check,” Clark muttered quietly.
“Only because you stopped me,” Allison said with a sigh.
“If you were really some kind of human hating hyper-predator,
would that have made a difference?” Clark asked with a small smile.
Allison didn’t reply, but she did return the smile.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Dr. Kendra
asked quietly, “any other questions you may have?”
“What happens now?” Allison asked, “I don’t want anything to
do with The Lab ever again, I don’t want any more of my blood or anything with
“I thought as much,” Kendra said, finishing her coffee, “I’ve
already made my own decision on that front.”
“Which is?” Clark asked impatiently.
“The Lab has to go,” Kendra said quietly, “due to the deniable
nature of our operations and the secrecy of our work, our data storage is very
deliberately easy to destroy. I plan to do so, and then I’m sending a video
testimony of everything we’ve done along with documentation to media outlets
and congressmen.” She smirked, “as I said, we’re technically not part of the military
or any three letter agencies, I doubt that Kimbers or anyone else involved will
receive much lenience for the experiments we’ve conducted on unsuspecting
members of the public.”
“But what about you?” Sadie asked.
She shrugged, “this is the end of a long career of evil, don’t
give me your pity, I don’t deserve it. The only thing that saved you and your
friends Allison, was the fact that you were the first of my victims I had to
look in the eye while I worked, I guess that cracked whatever shell I’d put up
and reminded me that I’m human.” She stood up, setting the coffee on the table
and adjusting her glasses one final time and smile, “don’t forget that about
yourself Allison, you’re human too. This is the last time you’ll see me, goodbye.”
With that, she started towards the door, pausing a moment to
pick up Allison’s shoes, where the remnants of the retrieval team were no doubt
wandering as if in a vast wasteland.
“W-What should I do now?” Allison asked suddenly.
Dr. Kendra paused, then smiled as she refused to turn
around, “Whatever you want Allison.” The door closed behind her, leaving the
three of them alone.
Silence loomed heavily over them, the finally Sadie spoke, “D-Did
“I think so,” Clark said, amazed.
“I guess we’ll know if there’s a big scandal in the press
over the next few days,” Allison muttered, “but… if she’s telling the truth,
and I think she was, then there’s nothing else for us to do from here.”
“Well,” Clark said, “I’m kind of hungry, could the full-size
girl order us tinies some food?”
“Oh, you’re not even that small,” Allison said with a grin,
sliding Clark off her lap, “yet…”
None of them were really sure what to do, and with all of
them exhausted, emotionally and physically, the evening ended with a pizza and
a rerun on the television that filled the silence, but which none of them
really watched. Clark wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, only that he awoke on
the couch the next morning, full size and with a blanket draped over him and a
pillow beneath his head. The warm smell of bacon entered his nostrils, and he
sat up with a grin.
“Morning!” Sadie said, waving at him from the table,
surprisingly at full size and wearing one of Allison’s borrowed outfits. Seeing
his expression she shrugged, “in all the chaos I only packed doll clothes, luckily
Allison and I wear the same size.”
“Morning,” Allison echoed, turning around and giving him a
“That smells great,” Clark said, his stomach growling as he
got up. He realized with a start he was naked, having ditched his clothes the
night before when Allison had started making him too small to wear them. He’d hadn’t
quite gotten down to a size where he’d be able to wear doll clothes before the
night had ended, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Allison and Sadie would
make up an excuse to deny them anyways, where Sadie always seemed to have a
Barbie outfit ready and waiting for her on shrinking, he noticed that clothing
for him at small size was rarely offered.
“It’s the morning!” Sadie laughed, pointing at his erection
as he rolled his eyes and tried to cover himself with the blanket again.
“Don’t bother Clark, we’ve all seen it,” Allison said with a
laugh as she set out a plate, “your suitcase is in my bedroom, go get dressed!”
Breakfast was decent, Allison wasn’t a great cook, but bacon
and eggs weren’t a difficult meal to prepare. Clark couldn’t help but chuckle a
bit at how quickly they’d all fallen back into something that almost felt like
“Well, I should probably call Angie and Brick and tell them
I’ll be back in tomorrow,” Clark said, snatching a piece of bacon for himself. “Do
you guys want to do anything today?”
“Maybe we could see a movie?” Allison suggested, “it’s the
middle of the week, there’s probably a discount.”
Sadie was quiet a moment, then giggled as she got up,
placing her plate by the sink and wandering off for a moment. Clark watched her
go with a suspicious frown.
What was that about? He wondered. He turned back to
Allison, who was looking up movie times on her phone.
“What do you think of this one here, with the robots?”
Allison asked, looking up.
“Robots?” he asked, “not sure I know which one you’re
talking about,” he reached for the smartphone to see the movie listing.
“Well it’s based on a comic book from France that I think you’d
“Hey guys,” Sadie said, walking up behind Allison’s chair, “did
you pick a movie?”
“Yeah, the one with the robots they’ve been advertising
everywhere,” Allison replied, not looking up from her phone.
“That’s great,” Sadie said. Something about her smile put Clark
on edge, and a moment later Allison squealed as Sadie’s hand came around, her
panties hanging over her hand like a washrag as she forced them up under
“SADIE WHAT THE HELL-“
“Shhh…” Sadie giggled, looking to Clark’s astonished eyes like
a kidnapping chloroforming a victim… with her underwear. “Just breathe it in
Allison, let yourself get small…”
Allison struggled feebly, but she was already dwindling into
her chair and out of her clothes, no doubt a novel experience for a girl who
was so used to shrinking others. Sadie kept pressing with the underwear, a pink
frilly pair with bunnies on it, and she laughed as Allison disappeared into her
Sadie snapped on a glove, grinning broadly as she slowly
picked Allison up out through the collar of her own shirt. Allison was a mix of
angry and stunned, looking around the world as she was held, doll sized, in her
“H-Holy shit,” Allison breathed, “is it like this all the
time? It’s all so…”
“Overwhelming?” Clark laughed, “try being on a microscope
“Today Allison is the doll,” Sadie said, placing a
naked Allison on the table and presenting her with a small blue doll’s dress.
Allison stared daggers at her, but raised her hands as Sadie
slipped the dress over her, “I’m going to get you for this Sadie!” she shifted
in the garment as Sadie pinched the Velcro back together, “how do you wear this
stuff all the time?”
“It’s not about comfort, it’s about looking cute,” Sadie
said, producing the tiny plastic pink hairbrush, “and you sure do!” Allison
scowled, then winced as Sadie began to run it through her brown hair, “lot of
knots here Allison…” Sadie giggled.
“Clark, save me!” Allison asked in mock exasperation.
“No way, if I go over there, she’ll just get me too!” Clark
“All in due time Ken,” Sadie said with a wink as she
continued to torment her shrunken friend, “now finish your breakfast.”
“I can’t believe she’s carrying us in her purse,” Allison
muttered, staring across the darkened chamber of Sadie’s bag, where Clark sat,
dressed in Ken doll clothes. “It’s like we’re just-“
“Toys?” Clark chuckled, “come on, it won’t kill you to see
how the other half lives, I’m sure by tomorrow Sadie will be practically begging
to be the doll again.” He thought a moment, “you know, you could have just
blasted her with the mind powers or whatever.”
“She snuck up on me,” Allison snapped, “and…” she sighed, “by
the time I realized that, she’d already shrunk you, and I didn’t want to make
her small too because someone’s got to drive us to the movie and carry us in.”
“So even the great shrinking goddess isn’t infallible,” he
said with a smirk.
“Oh don’t you worry, I’m going to get barbie back where she
belongs, and then I’ll get mine,” Allison said with a wicked grin.
“Yeah, uh…” Sadie giggled mischievously at the ticket taker,
“One ticket, yeah just one…” she gave her purse a quick pat, unseen by the
oblivious movie theater clerk.
“Smooth,” Clark chuckled from inside the purse, hearing the
exchange through the unzipped top.
“One large popcorn,” They heard her order, and they felt the
purse shift and rock as she walked towards her seat.
She leaned over to her purse as she sat down, glancing
around the theater, “looks like we’ve got it to ourselves!” she said in a
conspiratorial whisper. It wasn’t totally surprising, the movie had been out
for weeks and it was the middle of a weekday. With a grin she reached her gloved
hands in, withdrawing her two dolls.
“We should never pay for tickets for anything ever again,”
Sadie said gleefully, “we just pick a designated big person-“
“ME,” Allison said firmly, crossing her arms.
“OH MY GOD!” Sadie squealed happily, “you are just beyond
cute when you’re small and mad!”
Allison fumed, but Clark couldn’t hold in a laugh, “so where
should we sit?” he called up to her. “Cupholders?”
“In the popcorn, duh,” Sadie said as if it was the most
obvious thing in the world.
She slid the two of them in at opposite ends, the warm
butter quickly soiling the doll clothes she’d provided and sticking to his
skin. It was almost like being in a ball pit, a warm one anyway, and if he
draped his arms over the side of the large popcorn tub he wouldn’t slip any
lower. Glancing across the hill of popcorn he saw Allison doing the same,
scowling as Sadie’s massive hand reached between them, grabbing up a handful
In spite of her grumpiness at spending a day as Sadie’s
doll, rather than the other way around, Allison grew quiet as the movie
started, her eyes going wide as the opening monologue began. For his part Clark
grabbed a piece of popcorn the size of his face, and took a bite, savoring the buttery
“That was great!” Sadie said excitedly as she carried the
two of them back into Allison’s apartment, “I can see why you guys like these
space type movies, I’ll have to check out some more.” She set them on the
table, giggling at the popcorn butter that still stuck to the both of them.
“We’re covered in butter,” Allison said, her annoyance
coming back, “this is why I should be the big person, I always keep you guys
Clark snorted, and Sadie laughed too, “that’s a lie and you
know it, now both of you strip out of those doll clothes so I can lick that butter
off of you.”
Allison took a deep breath, closing her eyes and clenching
her fists for a moment. Clark looked over at her curiously, and Sadie frowned.
“Hey Allison, what are you-“
There was a banging sound, and the table shifted, almost
tipping over as Allison grew to full size, ripping through the doll clothes
with an angry ripping sound and knocking Clark backwards.
She released a breath she’d been holding and opened her
eyes, “Guess what I just figured out how to do?” Allison said with an evil
Sadie paled, “Oh shit,” she turned to run, but didn’t take
even a single step before she was stumbling over herself as her clothing grew
Allison slid off the table with a smirk, standing over Clark
as a giantess, the slight grease of the movie theater’s popcorn still covering
her skin as she strutted past the squirming ball of clothing. Reaching the
counter, she snapped on a pair of blue gloves, then returned to Clark.
“You can regrow people now?” Clark asked excitedly.
She shrugged, “I guess it took being small myself to figure
that one out.” She hovered a hand over him, and he saw the world briefly start
to shrink, then stop after he’d regrown a few inches, stretching the doll
“Uh, are you going to finish?” he asked.
“No,” she said with a devious smirk, “I just wanted to make
sure I could do it to you too…” he felt himself shrinking again, until the doll
clothes were loose on him. He stopped at about four inches in height, his stiff
doll clothing tumbling around in a mirror of what had happened when Sadie had
shrank him to Ken doll size earlier in the day. A gloved hand reached down for
him, knocking the shirt and pants away like errant candy wrappers as she
plucked up her naked prize between thumb and forefinger.
“Now let’s go see how Sadie’s doing,” Allison said, sauntering
over to the pile of clothing where her friend had been a minute ago. She idly kicked
the shirt and bra away with her foot, revealing the tiny Sadie, perched in the
same panties she’d used to shrink Allison earlier, almost like they were a
“Oh, h-hey Allison!” Sadie said with a sheepish grin on her
face, “did you have fun being the small one?”
“You know, I actually did,” Allison chuckled, “but I’m definitely
feeling like I need to put you back in your place…”
Sadie gulped as Allison picked her up, squeezing her
playfully, “Okay, well you’ve got your dolly back!” Sadie said, giving the plastic
looking barbie smile, “super loyal and-“
“Oh no you don’t,” Allison laughed, letting Sadie shrink
further with a quick squeal until she was two inches tall. Allison pinched the
tiny girl between gloved fingers and regarded her with a cocky grin, “I want to
practice not shrinking people… on contact I mean, I feel like I could do
“Uh, sure, just slide those gloves off and-“
“Oh no no no,” Allison laughed, lowering the girl down, past
her breasts, her bellybutton, her waistline, and finally stopping when Sadie
was level with her crotch, the warm smell of her arousal billowing out over the
shrunken woman from behind that wiry brown forest.
“Oh come on!” Sadie squirmed, “Allison! It’s so hairy!”
Allison started, “h-hey it’s not that-“
“It looks great Allison!” Clark shouted with a smile, waving
from the table.
“Yeah, it looks great!” she said, her grin returning.
Sadie cried out in surprise as Allison forced her towards
the glistening pink folds of her womanhood, the wetness washing over the tiny
woman as Allison’s finger forced her inside, causing the giant girl to grunt in
pleasure as the movement began stimulating her.
“H-hang in there Sadie,” Allison giggled, going weak in the
knees as her toy squirmed inside her. She breathed out, focusing on keeping
Sadie at two inches, a more difficult mental task than she’d anticipated under
the circumstances. She stumbled backwards, gripping the table as a splitting
headache started, then stopped as she tried to keep what she’d increasingly
come to think of as her “shrinking sense” in check.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
“Peachy,” she said with a flushed face, smiling as she
righted herself. She grinned and grabbed him, “I-I think I’m doing it, oh fuck,”
she gripped the table again, “Sadie’s… she’s definitely not getting any
smaller!” Sadie squirmed inside her again, sending jolts of pleasure up her
spine, for a moment she lost focus, and she “felt” Sadie’s size decrease maybe
a quarter of an inch.
Oh no you don’t! she thought wickedly, mentally
forcing Sadie back up to two inches, not until I’m done!
“D-Don’t’ lose her in there!” Clark protested.
“I won’t,” Allison growled, “in fact…” she grinned as she
reached for him, pulling him towards her, “I think I need to add a new
Clark tensed as he was moved up to her mouth, diminishing as
he went until he was maybe three inches tall. Allison grinned, then opened her
mouth fully, letting him slide by her lips. Clark panicked slightly, her mouth
was a… complicated place for him. He’d been inside it a few times, never for
very long as her spit had a tendency to shrink him quickly, and while he never
outright told her this he was a little scared she might accidentally swallow.
He groaned as her tongue ground him against the roof of her
mouth, the soft palette coating his erection in her grimy saliva as her tongue
toyed with him. He wasn’t getting smaller, he was pretty sure, and as
she flipped him with her tongue and began to grind him against the side of her
cheek, he started to let himself relax, gripping her tongue with both arms as
Allison continued to easily swish his small body around her mouth, treating him
like a piece of hard candy. A wild moan echoed up from her throat, startling
him as the other shrunken toy down below brought more pleasure to her.
Allison squealed, stumbling onto the couch, melting into a puddle
as she struggled to keep both of her toys full size. Her orgasm hit her like a
train, rocking Sadie’s world as her most intimate places spasmed and quaked,
the motion shaking the shrunken girl like a rattle as Allison’s cum filled her
mouth, silencing whatever scream she might have managed.
For Clark the dark cavern of her mouth filled with saliva,
and he heard another growl from that long tunnel behind him as she came. Clark
shouted in surprise as he was rocketed backwards, muscles squeezing him from
all sizes as he disappeared down her throat, the motion causing him to cum and
swirling his seed down with him as rapidly as it spurted into her mouth.
He felt like he was in a sleeping bag of pure muscle as she
gulped him down, pressed tightly and every opening around him filled with her
powerful flesh and slick saliva. He felt his feet reach an opening, and a
moment later he dropped into the open air of her stomach, flailing as he fell
into a warm pool with a splash. He choked and swam for the surface, darkness
all around him as he heard the churning of her stomach. With a start he
realized he was gripping a piece of toast she’d had for breakfast.
“ALLISON!” he shouted as loud as he could.
“Oh wow,” Allison smiled, basking in the post orgasm bliss, “I…
I fucking did it!” she reached inside herself, withdrawing a limp and cum-soaked
Sadie, “I did it! I didn’t shrink either of you guys!”
“Ug,” Sadie managed, coughing up a wad of Allison’s
lubricant, “t-that’s cool,” she gave a weak grin and a thumbs up, “that was a
wild ride… where’s Clark?”
“Oh he’s-“ Allison stopped, her face going pale as she
realized that he was no longer in her mouth. With a squeal of fright, she
tossed Sadie to the couch cushion and bolted for the bathroom.
Clark and Sadie lay next to each other on paper towel, the
various fluids covering them soaking into it and hopefully preventing any
staining to the table it was on. Allison nervously hovered over her two inch
tall friends, her face red.
“O-Okay,” she muttered, “on the plus side, I’ve figured out
how to not shrink you guys!”
“Allison, when my powers start to develop in a few years or
whatever, you’re going straight up my ass,” Sadie muttered with a stupid grin.
“I uhh…” Allison bit her lip, “okay, I guess that’s fair, sorry
I got a little carried away. I blame the evil genetics.” She turned to Clark,
and with a frown she reached down with her thumb and brushed a bit of soggy half-digested
bread out of his hair.
“Evil genetics?” Clark asked, cocking an eyebrow, “you’re
just going to blame the evil genetics for eating me?” He tried to keep a smile
off his face, he wasn’t really angry with her, the whole experience had been
oddly… thrilling. Still, it was fun to tease Allison, and he smirked slightly, “somehow, I
doubt your evil humanity enslaving ancestors were eating people regularly.”
“I don’t know,” Allison said, matching his smirk as she
realized he wasn’t nearly as traumatized as she’d imagined, “you tasted pretty
good, could be some ancient inborn urge, really show everyone who’s boss by
eating the old chieftain, you know?”
“Honestly, the journey back up was way worse than the
journey down… You can make it up to us by growing us back to full size,” Clark
said, grunting as he unstuck himself from the paper towel.
“I’m uh…” Allison looked away a moment, “please believe me
on this one I really am too tired to do it, can you guys just wait a few
“Fine,” Sadie said, joining Clark as she sat up, “but stop
me around doll size, your couch is lumpy and the dreamhouse bed is comfy.”
“Done!” Allison said with a laugh.
Doctor Kendra hummed a tune from The Doors under her breath
as she brought about the end, “my only friend,” she whispered, clicking the “yes”
button under the “are you sure you want to delete these files?” window, “The
Hopefully it is, she thought miserably, thinking of
the long stretch in prison that almost assuredly awaited them all.
Allison's powers continue to expand! Obviously The Lab won't go down without a fight, no matter what Kendra believes.
Allison woke up in Clark’s arms, he wasn’t quite his
normal size, but he still had an inch or two on her as she shifted happily in
his grasp. Being able to sleep in the same bed as her boyfriend without
reducing him to bug sized was something she thought she’d never get to
experience, but here she was… she looked at her hands, naked, the box of
disposable gloves unopened on her nightstand.
“You should throw those out,” Clark groaned, squeezing her
tight and not bothering to avoid skin contact.
“Sadie can still use them,” Allison said in a sleepy tone,
“if her powers go the same way mine did, she’ll have to stay gloved up for a
few years at least.”
“I can drop them by her place on my way back from work,”
Clark said, pulling his pants on and grabbing the box off the nightstand.
“Good idea,” Allison said, stretching and debating whether
she wanted to get out of bed yet, “it’s actually her birthday today, can you
pick her up a cake too?”
Clark started, “wait, really? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Everything’s been so crazy lately,” Allison protested in a
sleepy voice, “I’ll go grab her a present when I’m done with everything today.”
With a resigned sigh she rolled herself up, giving one final stretch of her
arms as she got out of bed. “I might have to work a little later than usual
today,” she said, “could you maybe entertain her until I get there?”
Clark paused, “Entertain her?”
“Yeah,” Allison said with a smug grin, “entertain her.”
“Define entertain,” Clark asked uncertainly, “like should I
rent a movie or-“ Allison held up a finger, silencing him while reaching for
She fired off a quick text message, “there, I just told
Sadie you were coming to entertain her.” The phone began buzzing with text
messages as Sadie reacted.
“Oh god,” Clark chuckled nervously, “you’re serving me up
like a piece of meat!”
She smiled dreamily, “I’ve got prehistoric genetics that
make me want to own you both, remember? As far as I’m concerned, I’m just
rewarding one of my pets with a good time, now I expect Sadie to be positively beaming
by the time I get there.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said with a sarcastic salute as he turned to
leave. He paused, “am I getting a present like that on my birthday?”
“If you’re good,” Allison said with a wink, waving him off.
Clark walked through the living room, briefly glancing at
the empty dollhouse in the corner. In the weeks following their final run in
with Dr. Kendra, Sadie’s job transfer had been approved, and while she wasn’t
in the same building as they were, she was living in the same complex a short
walk away. It was nice having her around, and all of them had settled into
something of a routine as the fear of The Lab’s revenge began to fade.
Clark’s phone buzzed, he’d set several news alerts, and he
smirked when he saw the headline, “Members of The Lab come forward! Strange
tests, exotic materials!” it read.
Kendra’s testimony had caused most of the other staff to try
to protect themselves, and when the three of them had driven by The Lab’s
location a few days after meeting her, it had been covered in police cruisers
and government vans, men in black sunglasses and suits were carrying out filing
cabinets and roping things off. The good doctor herself had even been on the
news a few times, sullenly confessing to various acts, injecting chemicals in
municipal water supplies, attempting to inject unsuspecting members of the
public with untested treatments, it seemed there was no end to The Lab’s
It made Clark a little sad to think that the woman who had
apparently saved them all would likely spend the rest of her life in jail, but
there was nothing any of them could do. As far as they could tell, she’d kept
her promise to delete all mentions of Allison and the rest of them from the
files, and there were plenty of things to keep the investigators busy for years
to come without ever poking around for a girl with the power to shrink people.
All the same, he quickly scanned the article, and, not
seeing anything alarming, grabbed his keys and headed out the door to work.
“So that’s it then?” Brick asked over lunch, “you guys beat
a team of special forces dudes, then this lady in the news blew the lid on
“Yep,” Clark said with a grin, “Clark one, secretive
“Sounds to me like you all got lucky Doctor Whatserface
caught a conscience,” Angie said, walking towards them both with a clipboard. “Anyways,
now that you beat the Majestic Twelve or whatever, you can help me sweep out
locker forty, also the cameras in lot A need to be rewired or something, the
night watch guys say the picture’s coming in fuzzy.”
“I guess we could take a look,” Clark said, getting up with
a grunt. It was a little surreal to be back here at the storage units after
everything that had happened, but life went on, he supposed.
Clark held the boxed cake under his arm as he knocked on
Sadie’s door. Her apartment was in a slightly newer part of the complex, with a
better view of the pool than the building where he and Allison had units.
Luckily it was just a short walk away, and Sadie greeted him excitedly as she
opened the door.
“Hiya Clark!” she beamed, “come on in!” She waved him
inside, and he followed, walking to her counter and placing the cake on it.
In contrast to Allison’s rather spartan apartment Sadie’s
was almost a stereotype of girly décor, with bright pink throw pillows,
succulents in the windows, and even a “Live Laugh Love” sign hanging proudly in
her kitchen over a wine rack.
“Is that cake for me!?” Sadie asked, “you shouldn’t have!”
she opened the box, beaming at the Barbie design, “oh ha ha,” she laughed,
glancing at him.
“It seemed fitting,” he said with a smile.
“So I guess you know that Allison gave you to me for the
afternoon?” she said in a sultry voice, licking her lips as she stepped closer.
“She mentioned something about that, yeah,” he said, backing
up slightly and feeling the countertop poke into his back.
“To start with, I’m going to shrink you,” Sadie said
eagerly, “with my mind!” she stared at him, deep concentration etched on
her face as she focused all of her willpower into making Clark smaller. “Come
on,” she muttered under her breath, her eye twitching slightly, “come on!”
“Oh no!” Clark said, his head dropping lower, until a moment
later Sadie’s eyes widened in excitement as they were eye level with each
“YES!” Sadie crowed, “I did it-“ she stopped, then scowled
angrily, “you’re bending your knees!”
Clark burst into laughter, “you’ll get me for real one of
these days, I’m sure.”
She just growled and muttered something under her breath,
then leapt up, surprising him with a kiss on the lips. By the time she broke
it, stepping away, he was a head shorter than her, looking up at the smug
blonde with his clothes starting to hang loosely on him.
“I can’t do the mind trick like Allison can… yet,” Sadie
said with a smirk, “but the old ways work just as good.”
“So how can I serve you today, birthday girl?” he asked,
looking up at the Amazonian blonde.
“Pedicure,” Sadie said with a grin as she sauntered over to
the couch. She stretched out on it, “there’s a basket with nail polish, files,
clippers, and lotion in the bathroom, go grab a towel and you can get to work!”
He blinked, “Uh, sure.”
Sadie gave a mocking clap, “chop chop slave boy!”
I’m going to have to remember this on MY birthday,
he thought with a grin as he went into her bathroom to retrieve her
supplies. Her bathroom was covered in the same type of obnoxious pink and
flowery signage as the rest of her apartment, and he struggled to keep his much
looser pants up as he lay the towel beneath her feet, gathering his “tools.”
He’d painted Allison’s toenails plenty of times of course,
usually at a far smaller size than this, and Sadie relaxed, surfing her phone
as he worked, the occasional contact with the soft skin of her feet causing his
height to dip little by little as he clipped, sanded, or painted each toenail
“Beautiful!” Sadie giggled, flexing her toes and pinching
his nose between them as he dwindled a little further. He guessed he was maybe
halfway between three and four feet now, and Sadie was a towering giant,
lounging on the couch as she checked the job he’d done on her toes.
“Now rub the lotion on them,” Sadie said, letting her foot
leave his face, “and… lose the clothes,” she smirked at his reaction, “you’re
so small they’re practically a loose robe on you anyways.” She giggled as he
slowly slipped out of the clothes, she’d seen him naked plenty of times before,
but there was always something so delicious about making him strip,
particularly while she lounged, fully clothed and full size, on the couch.
Clark squirted the cool lotion into his hand, where Allison
always liked a vanilla scented type Sadie preferred something more floral, and
a lavender scent filled his nostrils as he began to apply pressure. The contact
with her feet was shrinking him slowly, and her soft foot grew in his hand as
he rubbed the lotion into it.
“This is nice,” Sadie said with a sigh, she glanced down
between his legs and smirked, “seems like you’re enjoying yourself too?”
His face went a little red, he wasn’t quite sure why he
was embarrassed given everything that Allison and Sadie had put him through
already, but Sadie noticed. She crossed her legs, flicking her feet at him and
causing the red nail polish he’d just applied to shine slightly. She bit her
lip, smugly enjoying his slowly reducing size, then her foot, now almost the
length of his torso, began to trace down his chest, stopping between his legs.
“So worked up just from giving a little foot massage,” Sadie
said, “we better get rid of that little stiffy.” He tensed as her toe traced
down his body, teasingly circling his erection, then sighed.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re already like three feet tall,” Sadie muttered, “almost
everything I want to do to you is going to send you down to micro size. I don’t
know how Allison dealt with this for years, the only thing that makes it
slightly bearable is knowing I can learn how to control it someday, poor girl
must have gone absolutely nuts.”
“We uh, we found ways,” Clark said sheepishly.
“I’ve heard,” Sadie giggled, “seen too… now put a glob of
that lotion on your hand and start jerking off.”
He frowned at her, but slowly obeyed, feeling the slick cool
lotion on his skin as he wrapped his hand around his member and began to stroke
“Good boy,” she said, “now press your face into the sole of
my foot, don’t be afraid to give it a nice kiss…”
He leaned forward, nuzzling the soft wrinkled skin of her
sole as he masturbated for her, each moment of contact with the bottom of her
foot causing him to dwindle before her.
“Keep going, just let it all out,” Sadie giggled, “just
press your face in there and let yourself get teensy tiny…”
He breathed in, the flowery smell of the lotion he’d just covered
her feet with filling his senses as her foot grew against him. He blinked,
realizing her foot was no longer being held up to him but was sitting on the floor,
his own height and now starting to overshadow him as he shrank further.
“Shoot your little load on the bottom of it, go on I won’t
even feel it,” Sadie said, dipping her hand into her pants and beginning to
play with herself as she watched him.
He grunted as orgasm hit, and Sadie laughed gleefully as she
felt the tiniest drops of his cum splash across her sole, “Good job!” she said,
lowering her foot back to the towel again, “unfortunately it looks like you got
a little… small.”
“Yeah, it tends to happen,” he panted, blinking a minute and
looking up at the blonde giantess. “So, what now?”
He was answered by a gloved hand wrapping around him,
hefting his body as she examined him, “You should be just about the right size…”
He was cut off as she shoved him forcefully down the front
of her pants, grunting slightly as she forced his shrinking body below the hem
of her panties and down to a wet and waiting womanhood, which the pink panties
pressed him against.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she groaned, pressing him in from the outside
of her panties, “just get in there!”
He didn’t have much of a choice, with Sadie’s juices rapidly
shrinking him he had no chance of resisting her efforts to slip his squirming
form inside. For Sadie his actions were rapidly becoming irrelevant as she
fingered herself, biting her lip as Clark fell ever deeper inside the slick tunnel
between her legs, but the knowledge that he was there was doing it for her.
“Goodbye Clark,” she breathed, cumming as she felt the her
pussy quake around the wriggling ant sized man, who disappeared from her
altogether a second later. She collapsed against the back of the couch,
giggling at the thought of a microscopic man trapped inside her. The thought
made her wet again, and she wondered if his world was flooding, at the size he
was, there wasn’t any way to tell.
Clark hadn’t actually ended up inside her, he’d been washed
out with the tide of her orgasm, her thick cum sticking him in the netted maze
of her panties fibers. He didn’t bother shouting in the dark confines of that humid
jungle, she’d never hear him, and as her cum dried, sealing him in place like
cement, he resigned himself to his captivity, at least until Allison could come
and regrow him.
Allison stepped into Sadie’s apartment, a little later than
she’d have liked, but work had been a real pain that day. She smiled as she saw
her smug friend laying on the couch, a slice of cake on a small plate in front of
her as she surfed the internet on her phone.
“Happy birthday,” Allison said, setting a wrapped package on
the counter next to the cake, “where’s Clark?”
Sadie just smirked and patted the crotch of her jeans, “Somewhere
down there,” she said nonchalantly.
Allison stared a moment, then laughed, “you bitch! I’ve never
sent him in there at microscopic size!”
“You said in your text I could do whatever I wanted with
him!” Sadie halfheartedly protested.
“I didn’t think you’d stick him up your snatch!” Allison said,
smirking as she walked around to the couch.
“You put me in yours,” Sadie protested.
“Yeah, but I can control my powers, so you didn’t go
microscopic,” Allison said as she sat down. She glanced between Sadie’s legs
and bit her lip, “Then again… maybe I should do that with him one of these
“It’s kind of thrilling, but after a bit you just forget he’s
there,” Sadie said with a shrug.
“Hm… I’ll have to ask him about it,” Allison said, regarding
her friend, “for now though, a certain dolly has been very naughty by
losing a toy I loaned her!” she snapped her fingers, and Sadie sqealed in shock
as she shot down to one foot tall, her clothes billowing and collapsing around
her. Damn I’m getting good at this, Allison thought with a smug grin as
she reached into the pile of clothes for the doll-woman.
“Huh,” Allison muttered, looking at Sadie’s pink panties,
laying the pooled clothes with her jeans, “Clark’s not in you Sadie, he’s down
there in your underwear somewhere.
“Oh, oops,” Sadie said, shrugging in Allison’s grip.
Allison gently picked the panties up, smiling as she
imagined how she must look to the tiny man trapped down there, lost in a maze
of musk and fibers as thick as buildings.
“Hi Clark,” she boomed, “I’ll regrow you when I’m done
playing with the doll, until then just enjoy the landscape.” She giggled as she
balled the underwear up in her fist, dropping it back to the couch and leaving
her microscopic boyfriend to his fate.
Next, she placed the naked blonde on the table, “Go on, open
your presents,” Allison said, pointing to a wrapped package she’d placed next
Sadie frowned, pulling at the wrapping paper and struggling
with it slightly at this size. With a grunt she managed to force a swathe of it
free, the tearing sound echoing through the apartment as she took in what Allison
had brought her.
“A birthday dress!” Sadie said eagerly, looking at the doll’s
outfit in the plastic case, “YES YES YES Allison put it on me!” she practically
jumped around the coffee table as Allison chuckled, opening the plastic packaging
and freeing the bright yellow princess gown. Like most doll clothing the fabric
wasn’t of the highest quality, and it relied on Velcro to keep it up, but as
she slipped it on her friend she had to admit that Sadie looked every inch a
princess as she strutted around the table, twirling and doing faux bows.
“You are so fucking cute,” Allison murmured, picking up her
doll sized friend.
“I know right,” Sadie said, “those Disney park actors have
nothing on me!”
“No they do not,” Allison said, smiling as Sadie gushed over
the new clothing, “I’ve got a few other new outfits and accessories for my favorite
doll, but I can already tell this one’s my favorite.”
Her finger traced up Sadie’s leg, causing the doll-girl to
start as the massive finger went underneath her dress and made contact with the
moist spot between her legs. Allison ground slowly, causing Sadie to spasm
slightly in her grip.
“A-Allison?” she squeaked.
“You make such a good doll Sadie,” Allison growled, “always
have…” she pressed a little harder, causing Sadie to moan, “do you like it when
I play with you like this?”
“Y-YES!” Sadie shouted, cumming on Allison’s finger with a low
pant, falling limp as the larger woman idly continued to play with her for a
few more seconds.
“I thought so,” Allison chuckled, looking at the wet spot on
the tip of her finger. She sighed, looking at the balled up panties, “you relax
Barbie, I’ve got to go find my germ-sized boyfriend.”
“Okay,” Sadie said dreamily as Allison placed her gently on
a throw pillow, the pink fabric beneath her acting as a bed in her shrunken state.
A few hours later, after cake and opening more presents, the
three of them lounged around Sadie’s apartment, Clark had been returned to full
size, and one shower later he was wearing his clothes again and relaxing in an
easy chair across from the couch where Allison brushed the hair of a still doll
sized Sadie. The sun was beginning to go down, and the streetlights popped on
outside as the city’s nightlife began to slowly stir, like a sleeping cat
waking as the daylight dimmed.
“You know I usually throw a huge birthday party,” Sadie laughed,
looking outside the window, “but even with just you two… I think this has been
my favorite one.”
“Glad we could make it special,” Clark said with a smile.
“I’m sorry I missed so many others,” Allison said, smiling as
she looked at the twilight sky outside, “I’m really glad you stuck with me all
those years, even when I tried to run away…”
“Best friends forever,” Sadie said with a wink. “I’m just
glad that mug over there pried you out of your room.”
“She was too pretty to leave alone,” Clark chuckled.
“I love you guys,” Allison said softly as the sounds of the
city night outside echoed beneath the warm glow of the streetlamps.
Dr. Kendra swirled her drink in the tumbler, rereading the
same sentence in a book over and over. She had an ankle monitor on, and there
was a police cruiser out front as well. Her testimony and press appearances had
well and fully burned The Lab, and she’d finished telling her attorney that
morning that she intended to throw herself at the court’s mercy. Even with
everything about Allison scrubbed from their records, she knew well she
deserved life in prison, though there was talk of “only” a ten to fifteen year
sentence. She snorted, she didn’t really care anymore, she’d enjoy the comforts
of home for a few more months, then go to her penance.
She started as her door banged open, the sound of
splintering wood reaching her ears. She heard footsteps, and a trio of burly
men in ski masks barged into her study, guns raised. Another followed behind
them, and even with the mask on she recognized him immediately.
“KImbers,” she hissed, “what the hell are you doing? It’s
“The hell it is!” he rasped, pulling the mask off and revealing
a sneering face, “you’re just forcing our work underground.”
“Our?” she asked with a scowl, “I’m never working with you
again Kimbers, have your thugs shoot me now if-“
“In due time,” he muttered, “for now you need to come with
“There are police out front,” she said, gripping her glass
tightly and forcing her hand not to shake.
“There were,” he said darkly. He gestured at her, and
one of the men produced a knife, slicing through the ankle monitor and letting
it clatter to the floor.
“Everything’s gone,” Kendra said in a slight panic as the
men began to tie her hands behind her back, “Kimbers, just give it up, you can’t-“
“The girl, girls I should say, are still out there,”
Kimbers said angrily, “once I have them I can go anywhyere and people will be
lining up to find my work, who knows? I could find the mob, cartels, maybe a
foreign interest, they say it’s nice in Moscow this time of year?”
“Have you gone mad?” Dr. Kendra asked, her eyes going wide.
“Or maybe Beijing, Pyongyang even,” Kimbers said with a
toothy grin, “I’m sure that after a demonstration of what a little of the
subject’s blood can do we’ll have a little bidding war on our hands. No Kendra,
I’m far from done.”
“Why come for me then?” She asked angrily, “you know I won’t
“Maybe not,” he said, taking her glass of bourbon and
downing it himself in one gulp, he winced as it burned, but quickly blinked it
away, “but… I have a feeling that someone might be willing to come help you,
let’s see if little miss Allison is willing to return the favor for the
woman who saved her?”
“I’m nothing to her,” Kendra protested, “less than nothing,
“We’ll see,” he chuckled, stretching a piece of duct tape
and placing it over her mouth.
Allison's got one last hurdle to jump before she can get that normal life she's always wanted, well "normal" lol.
Allison's Choice by Greenanon
Allison laced up her shoes, then took a deep breath, jogging
in place for a moment. She’d never been jogging at the park before, having been
too scared of accidentally shrinking passerby. Now though? She had her power
under control, or under control enough anyways… Clark almost always woke up a
few inches shorter than he should be, but that was manageable.
She took off, smiling as the sun warmed her pale skin, the
slow rock and roll beat of her workout playlist filling her ears. It was…
liberating, she’d been running on a treadmill for so long, she didn’t realize
how great the cool wind could feel on a morning run like this. She smiled as she
passed another jogger, who smiled and nodded at her briefly before continuing
on his own way.
Sadie happily smiled to herself as she typed up a new series
of customer outreach letters. The bank she worked for had been able to find her
a position with relative ease, and while it had taken her some time to get used
to typing in gloves, it was almost like it was her old office that had moved,
rather than herself.
“I’m taking lunch,” she said, pulling a brown bag with a
sandwich in it out of the fridge. She hummed happily to herself as she walked
out of the bank, intent on eating outside at the park benches between her
workplace and the florist next door.
“Hey,” a burly man in a trenchcoat said, sitting up and
walking to her, “you Sadie?”
“Yeah!” she beamed, turning to face the stranger, her face
fell as she saw his serious expression. She gulped, “I-If you’re from the lab,
“I know not to touch you,” the man growled, opening his coat
and showing her a handgun tucked into his belt. “A van will pull up in a
minute,” he said quietly, “we’re both going to get in, or just I am. Do you
Sadie felt her heart skip a beat, “y-yeah,” she whispered as
she watched the vehicle in question pull up. She blinked, then steeled herself,
“you know she’ll come for me.”
“I think that’s the plan,” the man said with a resigned
sigh, “you obviously can’t do any of the crazy stuff yet, since you’d have
shrunk me if you could…”
Sadie just glared at him, but her answer was obvious.
The man hesitated, “My name’s Drake,” he said quietly, “you
met me before…”
“You were a germ in Allison’s shoe for a few days,” Sadie
said with a smirk.
“And I don’t fancy going back,” he muttered, “these people…
they’ve got me, stick close and I won’t let them hurt you… and when that
fucking demon shows up, you tell her I wanted no part of this, then you keep her
from hurting me, do we have a deal?”
Sadie eyed him a moment, “we could just run for the door,”
she said softly.
He gave her a sad smile, “we do that, they’ll still own me,
and the man behind this will still want you and your friend… Come with me to
the van please? One way or another we end it today, then we either live our
lives or… well, it’ll be over.”
Sadie looked at him a moment, then with a sigh tossed her
bagged lunch into a nearby wastebin, “Let’s go,” she said angrily.
“I’m sorry,” Drake muttered bitterly, guiding her towards
“Clark!” Angie shouted, walking into the storage offices
with a tablet in hand, “we’ve got a new client rep coming in today, as far as units
he’s promising the moon, like he wants all our open units and he wants a first
right of refusal on any that open up!”
Clark’s heart leapt in excitement, “holy shit,” he breathed,
“who is it? Is it UPS or Amazon or what!?”
“Group of scientists I think,” Angie said, “they’ll be here
“Oh hell,” Clark muttered, his excitement turning to terror,
“He’s right here,” Kimbers said with a grin, walking into
their office, a pair of goons almost as big as Brick himself forcing the former
football player in front of them at gunpoint. “Allow me to introduce myself,
I’m Doctor Kimbers.”
“The Lab is fucking over!” Clark shouted, “why the hell are
“The Lab might be over, but I’m not!” Kimbers hissed, “that
girl is going to give me my life back, once I have her I’ll be able to write my
own ticket, I’ll-“
“GET FUCKED BASTARDS!” Angie shouted, producing an ancient double-barreled
shotgun from under her desk.
“ANGIE!” Brick and Clark shouted at the same time as she
leveled it at Kimbers.
“You never know who’s going to walk into a storage office!”
she grinned wickedly, cocking the gun as Kimbers looked on impassively.
The goons for their part drew their own weapons, leveling
them at Angie and Clark, the one who was forcing Brick forward jutted his gun
into the big man’s ribs.
“I’d prefer a quick death by buckshot over the prison
sentence waiting for me,” Kimbers chuckled, “lower the gun dear, I’ve no
interest in you.”
“Angie,” Clark shouted, “he’s after Allison and Sadie…” he
gulped, “you don’t need to get yourself involved in this.”
“I became involved when this asshole showed up at my
workplace to kidnap my friend and his girlfriend,” she growled.
“Very well,” Kimbers muttered, “Shoot her brother-“
“Wait!” Angie shouted, lowering the shotgun, “Fine, you’ve
Kimbers gestured for the men, who rushed forward and
stripped the gun out of Angie’s hands, “your storage facility is perfect,”
Kimbers mused, “fences, surveillance, why I couldn’t ask for a better place to
capture dear Allison.”
Clark gulped, “She… she warned you people not to do this,”
Clark said quietly.
“Worried for her?” Kimbers asked smugly.
“No,” Clark said with a resigned sigh, “I’m worried I won’t
be able to talk her down this time.”
Allison returned from her jog, frowning as she saw something
taped to her door. A takeout menu maybe? She panted, the tiredness from her
workout lingering as the warmth of exertion ached in her muscles. A moment
later her blood ran cold, and her hand started shaking as she read the letter.
“Allison, I have taken Clark and Sadie. They are, at this
time, unharmed. My demands are simple, you will provide me with several samples
of your blood, then I will release your friends and we will part ways. I am at
your boyfriend’s commercial storage facility, do not bring police. Signed, Dr.
She closed her eyes a moment, thinking, fine then, she
growled to herself, if you won’t leave me alone… She thought about going
inside to change out of her sweaty jogging outfit, but scowled and decided
against it, a goddess appeared as she wished, did as she wished, and one
did not antagonize a Goddess, a lesson these insects would soon learn.
Kimbers growled at the apes he had working as his muscle,
he’d taken five with him and holed up in the main warehouse of the facility.
Between Dr. Kendra, the two friends, and the two additional owners of the
storage lockers, he’d ended up with more hostages than he really wanted, and he
had a feeling if things got hairy, the men he’d found wouldn’t hesitate to
shoot them, or him for that matter. Word had gone out in the places one could
find such thugs, word that the shrinking girl was a much harder target than she
appeared, accordingly save for Drake he’d been forced to settle for less than
the level of professionalism he was used to. Vasquez had gotten pinched by feds
while trying to catch a flight to Aruba, and it had only been through
threatening to rat him out that he’d been able to keep the other former Lab
field agent loyal.
“Hey boss,” one of them shouted, “which way does this bomb
“One side says this way towards enemy,” he growled. Shrinking
or not, if she triggers a claymore, they’ll be scooping her off a wall…
That wasn’t today’s goal though, and he’d made sure the
explosives were “hidden” in plain view. Allison’s new powers presented a
problem, if she managed line of sight on him, she’d have him, but there were
ways around that…
“We’ve got movement,” the man in the security room said over
the radio, “she’s at the front gate.”
“Good,” he muttered, “one of you grab the blonde, we’ll use
her as bait but for the love of god stay around the corner from her, do not let
her see you!”
“I’m on it,” Drake said, shooting Sadie a knowing glance as
he grabbed her by the arm. He forced her in front of him, heading out the
warehouse’s front door and out into the rows of storage lockers.
Allison stared at the storage facility, the rows of
individual units were placed around a central warehouse and a main office in
rows, the large chain link gate was bared open, waiting for her. She glanced up
at the rooftops, half expecting to see a sniper, but there wasn’t any movement…
With a sigh she stepped inside, the asphalt crunching
slightly beneath her running shoes as she glanced around cautiously.
“Allison!” Sadie cried. Her head jolted to the left, and she
saw her friend, seemingly standing between two rows of storage lockers.
A moment later Drake appeared, and Allison’s eyes lit up
furiously, but Sadie jumped in front of him just as he threw his gun down and
raised his hands.
“Allison, he’s on our side!”
“Fat fucking chance,” Drake growled as Allison approached,
“my side’s the other side of the border.”
“Ah Drake,” Allison growled, “that was your name, right?”
she giggled a little madly, making the man nervous, “you spent a few days
living off my insole, I’ll bet you still remember how my feet taste…” She
looked down at her running shoes, “I just got done with a jog too… Now I know I
said I was going to eat you, but… wouldn’t it be better to just send you home?
Forever this time.”
“Oh shit,” he rasped, mouth dry as he stepped back a moment.
“Allison!” Sadie snapped, “he’s giving up, just let him go!”
Allison’s mouth was a flat line, “very well,” she said, “I
can spare you if you tell me everything else going on here…”
Drake sighed with relief, “Kimbers has Dr. Kendra, your
boyfriend, and his coworkers in the main building, he’s got all the side doors
wired with claymores, so you’ll have to go in the front. He’s keeping it pretty
dark in there because he thinks you’ll have a harder time shrinking him and the
rest if you can’t see.”
“How many are there?” Allison asked.
“Four more, including Kimbers,” Drake said, “little
bastard’s half mad, he’s got a bunch of tranq guns like from a zoo or
something, his plan is to keep you two sedated until he gets out of the
country, pretty sure he’s going to ice everyone else except maybe Kendra…”
“Is she helping him?” Allison asked quietly.
“Hell no,” Drake said, “he grabbed her first because he
thought you might have some kind of affection for her.”
“One last thing before I let you go,” Allison said, “does
this place have video surveillance?”
“Yeah, it’s in the corner of the main building,” Drake said,
“we’ve got a guy in there.”
“Goodbye Drake,” she stopped and gave him one last truly
wicked grin, “I know you’re about to go on the run from the law but… you can
always come to me and I’ll hide you somewhere the police will never find
“No thanks,” he muttered, shivering as he started towards
“At least one of them learned his lesson,” Sadie said,
crossing her arms.
Jerry was a former hitman for the mob, or at least that’s
what he’d said when the science-man had come to hire him. In truth he was more
of a leg breaker for a few bookies, but that was practically the same thing,
right? The pudgy man peeled a wrapper off a candy bar, occasionally glancing at
the row of black and white CCTV monitors.
“Where is she? Did she get Drake?” Kimbers called over the
Jerry glanced at the screens, then almost choked on his
Snickers, “D-Drake’s gone!” he coughed. “T-The blonde-“
“You idiot!” Kimbers shouted, “if we don’t have eyes on her
she could be-“
The door behind Jerry opened, and he whirled around in the
office chair to see two women looking in angrily at him. He leapt for his gun,
which he’d left on the desk when he’d started his “snack break,” but he shouted
in surprise as his clothes billowed around him.
“Gotcha!” Sadie crowed excitedly, “I cannot fucking wait
until I can do that!”
“Settle down Sade,” Allison chuckled, rooting around in the
fat man’s clothing and coming up a moment later with him in her curled fist.
“Now what to do with my little piggy here?” she giggled.
“Oh fuck, please don’t hurt me!” he pleaded.
“I don’t remember you,” she muttered, “I guess most of the
last group were smart enough to stay away…” Allison sighed, “I really wanted an
excuse to eat a tiny person…” she licked her lips, “you look good…” her
stomach growled at that exact moment, no doubt in response to a morning spent
jogging at the park and a skipped lunch.
The man in her hand’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he
went limp, having passed out from fright.
“A-Allison you’re not really going to eat these guys, are
you?” Sadie asked nervously.
Allison shrugged, taking her shoe off and placing the man
in. Sadie watched as he quickly dwindled away, going down to a near microscopic
size as Allison placed her foot back in the shoe, trapping the man in the
forgotten world inside her shoe.
“The lead guy maybe,” she said, grinning, “the rest are
going in the shoes.” In spite of the situation she fought a perverse wave of
arousal, “These people want Evil Allison? They’re going to get her.”
“There isn’t an evil Allison,” Sadie said quietly, but she
watched as Allison sat down at the monitors. A moment later the men on the
screens began flailing in panic, shrinking away into their clothing. She almost
casually looked from screen to screen, catching each man in sequence and
reducing them to the size of insects with a glance.
“Okay, let’s go see Doctor Kimbers,” she said, standing up
and walking out the security room. Sadie nervously followed.
Kimbers panicked, looking up in the rafters where his men
had disappeared into their clothing. His own tranquilizer gun shook in his hand
as he spun, looking for the girl.
“The cameras!” Clark laughed suddenly, “holy hell I didn’t
even think about them!”
“S-She can get you through cameras?” Kimbers asked,
“Ask your goons,” Brick said with a grunt.
“It’s true, her abilities are far beyond anything we ever
suspected,” Doctor Kendra said quietly.
“You’re too kind,” Allison said, walking into the warehouse
with Sadie behind her.
The way she was framed against the outside light, and the
confident way she swayed her hips as she walked in, it all made Clark think of
some powerful avenging angel. The look on Allison’s face was… it was
frightening. Clark sighed and wondered if there was anything he could say to
save the doctor’s life.
“Drop it,” Allison said, eyeing the tranquilizer gun in
Kimber’s hand. The scientist just shouted, and there was a hiss as a dart flew
out of the barrel. Allison didn’t even blink as it flew wide over her shoulder,
and a moment later Kimbers was fighting his way out of his own collapsing
“Is everyone okay?” Allison asked, walking over to the group
and starting to untie them. Sadie joined her, and a moment later all of the
hostages were on their feet, a sense of relief washing over them.
“Shit, how are we going to explain this one to the police?”
Brick muttered, looking around.
“No police,” Allison growled, “just a few quick stomps and
we can go home.”
“Hold on, you’re going to-“ Angie began, but Allison was
already moving over to Kimber’s pile of clothing. Her dirt tracked running shoe
pawed at the shirt for a moment, casually lifting it up via the toe and
revealing a shaking naked scientist underneath.
“Allison,” Clark said slowly as her foot raised over the
“He’s never going to stop,” Allison said bitterly.
“I will, I swear!” he shouted, “please don’t kill me, not
like this!” the tiny man started to sob, and Allison’s face only grew darker.
“How should I do it then?” she asked, stepping back, “maybe
with a flyswatter? A heavy book?”
“You’re a fucking demon!” Kimbers shouted with a sneer, “all
of you people, you think you can be friends with this… with this thing?”
He sniffed, “things like her used to rule over humanity, you think she’s going
to stay your nice little friend forever? She wants power, she wants-“
Allison glared at him, and the room grew silent save for the
tiny man’s pleading as the group held their breath, wondering what she would
Allison sighed, then smiled, stepping back, “Fuck it, we’ll
take him to jail.” Almost everyone in the room started, and Allison laughed,
not a mad laugh, but a normal one, “I do like being called a goddess, and I do
like ordering you little people around, but at the end of the day? I’m not a
goddess, or the devil, I’m just Allison, and no matter how much you deserve it,
I don’t think I’m going to stomp you.” She took her shoe off, and as she had a
moment ago, dropped the screaming and pleading Kimbers into it, watching coolly
as he shrank away to nothing, another microscopic man struggling for existence
across the plain of her insole… She smirked, allowing herself some satisfaction
from the act, she wasn’t evil enough to kill him but… well, there was enough in
her that she had to admit she really did enjoy sending those microbes to their
fate, even if it was only temporary.
“Holy shit, that was tense,” Brick muttered, “is it like
this every time you guys hang out?”
“No, this is a sort of special occasion,” Allison said with
a smirk as Clark ran and embraced her.
“I would have been okay with you stepping on him,” Angie
said with a shrug, “but you do you girl.”
“Right,” Sadie said with a sigh, looking up at the rafters,
“I say we gather these guys up, leave them in a police station lobby, then grow
them back to full size, they’re all wanted, right?”
“Kimbers most certainly is,” Dr. Kendra said, adjusting her
glasses, “once he’s in a cell he’ll likely never leave one again… nor will I
“You already gave all your testimony, right?” Allison asked,
“I’ve been following it as best as I can on the news.”
“Er, yes mostly,” Dr. Kendra said, “I need to call the
police and tell them I didn’t try to escape, I had an ankle monitor you see
and-“ She was cut off by a squeal of panic as she shrank into her clothes. Dr.
Kendra found herself naked, scrambling across her own shirt as she tried to
figure out what was happening.
“Gotcha!” Allison said with a smirk as her fingers closed
around the four-inch scientist. She pulled her out, hefting the shocked doctor
in her hands.
“Allison, what are you-“
“You said you’re spending life in prison anyway?” Allison
said with a smile, “your jail cell is going to be a hamster cage on my dresser,
the cops will never look for you there. You might say your sentence just got
commuted to a lifetime as my pet.”
“I uh…” Dr. Kendra gulped, “are you sure-“
“I’ll make you big on your birthday and maybe on holidays,
or honestly any time you feel like you need to stretch your legs,” Allison said
with a shrug, sliding the shrunken doctor into her pocket, “I don’t like the
idea of you rotting in some dank cell the rest of your life, not after what you
did for me, so I’m doing this favor for you.”
“Turning her into your pet is a favor?” Clark asked with a
“Hey, you seem to like it,” Allison said, giving him a quick
peck on the cheek.
“I uh…” Kendra smiled sheepishly, feeling her cheeks flush
as Allison’s fingers coiled around her naked body, “it beats federal prison…”
She was well aware of what being Allison’s “pet” had entailed for Clark,
Allison hadn’t held much back in their chats… did that mean that Allison would…
with her? A part of her was scared, another part of her was… intrigued.
“Hey,” Brick called, having wandered over to the side door,
“do you guys think disarming a claymore is something we need to hire a guy to
do, or is that the sort of thing you can just youtube and learn as you go?”
“Oh, for the love of,” Angie began, stalking towards her
brother as the rest of the group laughed behind her.
Allison watched the popcorn bag inflate slowly in the
microwave, rotating to the steady hum while she watched, beaming excitedly. The
beep echoed through the apartment as the opening credits of the movie began.
“Hurry up with that popcorn!” Sadie shouted, dressed in an
elaborate princess gown as she lounged on a doll sized couch set on the coffee
“You’re lucky I don’t feed you using an easy-bake oven
Barbie,” Allison said, pouring the popcorn into a large bowl as she strutted
back over to the couch. She set the bowl next to Sadie, who squealed excitedly
and grabbed a piece of popcorn the size of her head, digging in.
Glancing across the coffee table she smiled, then opened the
plastic top of the clear hamster cage, dropping a few pieces of popcorn in for
the miniaturized and naked doctor, who scurried over and grabbed one up,
nibbling it just like the adorable little mouse she was now.
“Is there uh, any way I could get some of that clothing?”
Kendra asked, eyeing Sadie’s doll dress with a bit of envy.
“Dolls wear clothes, pets don’t,” Allison said with a smirk
and a shrug. Dr. Kendra blinked, then with a sigh continued to eat her popcorn,
glancing at the theater sized screen beyond her cage.
Allison felt a wave of satisfaction and not a small amount of
arousal, it wasn’t that she really wanted to be cruel to the doctor exactly, but…
well, she’d fantasized about making someone her pet for years, now here she
was. The doctor for her part seemed… receptive.
There was a knock on the door, and Clark stumbled through as
Allison opened it, a large pizza, a bag of sour patch kids, and a case of sodas
balanced precariously in his hands. Allison took the items, helping guide him
over to the counter as the first scene of the Star Trek remake began on the TV
“You’re late,” Allison said with a giggle, “and… you’re too
tall.” She bit her lip, “didn’t I leave you my jogging sock and order you to
present yourself to me at four feet?”
“Well yeah,” Clark feebly protested, “but it would’ve been
too hard to carry all of this stuff upstairs-“
He was cut off by a kiss as Allison’s tongue parted his lips,
exploring his mouth and growing as she shrank him with her contact, parting
with a smirk when he got too short for her to do so without bending over.
“Okay, that’s four feet so-“
“You fucking wish,” Allison giggled, “you’re getting a penalty
“A penalty shri-“
“Late, too big and you forgot to bring me Milk Duds.”
Clark was about to protest, but then realized he had,
looking at the assembled movie snacks he’d brought. He felt his clothes falling
off his body as Allison seemed to rise above him, crossing her arms smugly and
watching him dwindle away before her. A moment later her hand plucked him up,
his four-inch form squirming in her hands.
“Good news Doc,” Allison called, walking back to the other
women, “I caught another mouse!” she opened the clear plastic top and deposited
Clark in with Kendra, where he bounced slightly on the wood shavings.
Kendra started, looking over to see the naked young man sigh
as he reached for the popcorn. Her face burned with embarrassment and…
something else, being naked with an attractive younger man wasn’t exactly how
she’d thought her “imprisonment” was going to go.
“She really doesn’t allow any modesty does she,” the doctor
asked with a weak smile.
“Nope, tinies don’t get clothes, except for Sadie over there
apparently,” he jerked his thumb at the doll woman, a good three times their
size and with her own couch to boot. She waved them smugly, blowing Clark a
quick kiss. Clark shifted uncomfortably, “I’ll tell her to cut this out if you
“No!” Dr. Kendra said a little too quickly, “I umm…” she
cleared her throat, “I’ll admit I’ve been a little envious, hearing of some of
Allison’s erm… escapades. I was wondering if she was going to maybe…” The
doctor almost fainted from embarrassment as she squeaked out the next words, “play
with me soon?”
Now it was Clark’s turn to be shocked, and he looked up out
of the cage at the enormous form of his girlfriend, laughing at a joke on the
screen as she shoveled popcorn bits the size of his torso into her mouth.
“I’ll put in a good word for you,” Clark said, still a
little stunned, and Allison adds another toy to her collection, he laughed
to himself. He grabbed himself a piece of the popcorn, then found a good vantage
point in the cage to sit and watch the movie, a moment later the good doctor
did the same, and the four of them were engrossed in the space opera adventures
of the Starship Enterprise.
Allison sighed happily, looking down at them. Clark, Sadie,
even Doctor Kendra in her own way, they’d all given her life meaning again, the
world had opened up, and instead of the prison of her room, opportunity and
exploration waited for her.
She smiled, bathed in the soft glow of the TV as the sun set
outside, the sounds of the city at night echoing far away as she settled to
spend an evening with the people who had helped her find herself.
And so we come to the end of another one. I'm mulling a sequel for this one one of these days if there's interest, but for now Allison's tale comes to a happy end. My next story will probably be out pretty soon and it'll be a Halloween tale of a vampire that drains size and her hapless familiar/boyfriend. Hope to see you all there!
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