Bill jumped on the bed, now larger than ever to him, and hid his head
under the pillow. He felt screwed. He had cheated on Claire, and he
had done so at the worst possible moment. Not only he felt guilty, he
also felt afraid. Claire's reaction would've probably been a lot to
handle, and the fact that now she would've towered over him by one
foot and a half only made it scarier.
To make matters worse, he noticed that while he was busy with Alana,
he had lost three calls from his girlfriend. He should've called her
back immediately, but he was feeling too distressed to speak to her
at that moment.
After an hour of panicking, he rose from the bed and decided to take
action. First, he called her. She was quite mad at him, but calmed
down when he explained he couldn't answer because he had gone to the
grocery store and left his phone at home. His descriptions, grounded
in the real trip he had taken that morning, were convincing enough to
satisfy her.
Now there was another big issue. He had to tell her he had shrunk. He
figured it would have been better to prepare her for the news instead
of having her see him standing at four feet tall when she came back.
"Hey baby..." he said. "Would you mind if I jerked it
a bit? I'm feeling so horny right now."
"Sorry Bill, but...why don't you just hold it a little longer
for me? Next Friday I'll be back home, think of how much fun we can
have together then. Besides, I would have no way of knowing if you
actually jerked off or cheated on me, so… I would just have to
assume you did the latter if I saw you smaller."
Bill became terrified at these words. Still, there was little else to
do. The cat had to come out of the bag sooner or later.
"Claire..." he said. "To be frank... I rubbed one out
already. I was missing you so much yesterday, and you had left your
used panties on the floor, so I..."
"Really?" said Claire. She was endeared and proud to hear
that he had used her dirty panties to get himself going.
"I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't have," he said, realizing
at the same time he was probably coming off too apologetic.
The girl scoffed. "If that's how it went, it might not be too
bad," she said.
Had he just managed to save the day with his lie? She seemed
sincerely not too upset. "I can't wait to see you again... babe.
I love you," he said.
"Love you too. By the way, how small did you get?" she
asked.
"About four feet tall."
"Really?" asked an impressed Claire. "Those pills are
terrific! Or were you a little too excited?" she laughed.
"You sound happy about that," he said. "But the truth
is that your scent really drove me mad…" His lie pleased the
young woman on the other side of the phone even more.
"I see," Claire said, now actually quite amused at the
thought of a man so turned on that he couldn't stop from shrinking
himself as he jerked off to her used panties. "I'll see you next
Friday, honey," she said. "And I'll bring some more
panties, since you like them so much," she giggled.
"Bye, then," said Bill, relieved with the impression that
he had dodged a bullet.
He was overjoyed that he had pacified Claire until something else
caught his attention. While talking on the phone, he walked to the
living room, where he noticed that the couch was stained with Alana's
pussy juice. His heart sank again. The last thing he needed was for
Claire to notice those stains – and she most likely would have. He
ran to the bathroom to fetch some cleaning items and began to scrub
the cover. He used the hairdryer to quickly dry the part he had just
washed. Unfortunately, the fabric still looked somewhat stained in
certain spots, and he had a hunch he couldn't take the risk of Claire
discovering it.
Panicking, he realized he had no other choice but to bring the couch
cover to the laundry shop nearby. However, he couldn't go out at his
current height. There were no suitable clothes in his wardrobe, not
to mention the shoes. He thought of asking Alana but quickly
discarded the possibility. He was left with no choice but to call the
laundry shop and ask if they could come and pick the bundle up at his
door. They said they couldn't; but when he offered to pay double the
usual fare, they accepted. Two hours later, they were at his door to
retire the bag.
The next morning, he received the clean items. As he went to put the
cover on the couch, he noticed something shining under the piece of
furniture. He let his tiny hand slide into the dusty space to
retrieve what he recognized as the bracelet Alana had worn the day
before. She must have removed it during their lovemaking, and somehow
it ended up under the carpet. He was thankful for this coincidental
retrieval, and he shuddered to think of what could've happened if
Claire had been the one to find the jewelry.
He didn't really want to, but he had to go to Alana's place to give
her back the bracelet. He had to wait a while once he buzzed on her
door. After he buzzed a second time, the door opened. In front of him
was a burly tattooed man who would've been huge at normal height, but
right next to him seemed like a mountain. "Yes?" he said in
a hurried voice, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Here," said Bill as he offered him Alana's bracelet. "Can
you give this to Alana? She left it at my place."
The man snatched the thing from Bill's hand, and slammed the door
shut one instant later.
Bill went back home, suppressing the jealousy he was, despite his
better judgment, feeling toward the man he just met. Through the
wall, he could hear laughter, and he was sure he heard the word
"midget". He hid his head under the pillow and tried to
think of nicer things.
In the afternoon, he concentrated on his work. He had been lagging
off because of the events of the last few days. A couple hours after
he started, though, he heard the doorbell ringing. It was Alana. The
blonde, dressed in a skimpy pair of jean shorts and a grey tank top
highlighting her cleavage, looked very sexy.
"I wanted to say thanks for bringing this back," she said
as she showed the bracelet she was wearing on her wrist.
"It's alright," he said.
"Are you feeling well?" she asked. "At least you
didn't shrink any more." Although she had replaced her
high-heeled shoes with a pair of flats, she still towered over the
tiny man.
"I'm ok," he said. "I'll be fine."
"Look, I wanted to have you over for dinner tonight," she
said. "It's kind of my fault that you shrank, so I wanted to
apologize in some way."
"Is that man going to be there too?"
Alana laughed. "I don't think so. You jealous or what?"
"Jealous?" he said. "Not at all!"
"It's fine, it's fine," said the blonde. "It wouldn't
hurt if you were more honest with me, little man."
"You should invite someone else," he said. "Because of
my... problem, I might not be able to, huh, give you what you expect
in the night."
"Oh, don't worry. I had my fair share tonight and this morning,"
she said. "I can make do with being a good girl for one night."
So they spent that evening together. Bill realized Alana was truly an
excellent cook. Despite his smaller size, he cleaned up everything
that she fed him. The blonde was quite impressed with his appetite.
After dinner, she invited him to watch TV together on her bed.
"Don't worry. I'm not some kind of psycho bitch like your
girlfriend," she said. "I won't do anything that would make
you smaller than you are."
Alana sat on the bed, and Bill jumped next to her. Soon, the woman's
arms embraced him in a tight hug. "Cuddling is fine, right?"
she said as she pressed his face against her ample chest.
"I think so," he said, getting cozy in the big woman's lap.
She found it adorable when she found him asleep in her arms an hour
later or so. She covered him with the blanket and laid in bed right
next to him.
The next morning he panicked as he realized where he had fallen
asleep. Things were getting way too intimate with Alana for his
liking, and especially Claire's. He found the blonde lying next to
him in her pink underwear. Her big body was so inviting and hard to
resist. She opened her eyes.
"Hello cutie," she purred, her sleepy eyes locking onto
his.
"Hey..." said an uncomfortable Bill.
"When I told you I wouldn't make you smaller," giggled the
blonde, "I was sure I would've ended up breaking the promise.
But you were so cute and weak in my lap, I only wanted to protect you
rather than hurt you. I must be becoming a saint," she said as
she caressed his face.
"Thanks," was all that he could say.
"You're welcome," she said. "But I don't think I'm
going to be able to resist much longer. I'm a woman with needs."
"I see..." said Bill, as he got up. "Maybe it's best
that I leave then."
"Not until I made you some coffee. Not to brag, but I make the
best one you'll ever drink," she said as she stretched her arms,
letting her chest lean forward and making Bill even more frustrated
he couldn't get her.
After the coffee, he frustratedly went back home. He realized that he
didn't want to be alone, and he didn't really want to leave her. He
occupied his mind with work, and he spent the rest of the day busying
himself with these things. The next day, Claire would arrive. Only
remembering this made hearing Alana fucking some other guy in the
next house more bearable.
*
At last, the day had come. Claire would've arrived, and she would've
fed him the antidote. Life would've gone back to normal. He could've
gone to the gym, to the bar, to the stores downtown... anywhere he
wanted to. He wasn't necessarily the kind of person who loved going
out every day, it was being forced to stay inside that he found
really frustrating.
Claire arrived at 6 PM. She was particularly striking, having gained
a lot of skin color tanning in her parents' yard. At least one of
them had managed to spend some time outside that week, he thought
with a sigh.
She was so stunning in her jeans and buttoned shirt, and he was so
filled with repressed urges, that it was painfully arousing to even
look at her.
"Welcome back," he said. She hugged him in response,
squishing his head against her soft boobs.
"I missed you so much," she beamed. She set him free and
sized him up from her unusual height advantage. "You look so
cute, like a boy."
"Baby, please," he said. "Just give me the antidote."
"At least let me unpack first," she laughed. She crossed
the living room. "You cleaned the couch?" she asked. "Not
bad!"
He followed her into the bedroom, where she dropped her bags. Bill
for his part was struggling to carry the smallest one, which didn't
fail to amuse Claire.
"You can't complain about this," she quipped. "You
chose to get this small and weak when you jerked off to my panties."
Bill froze. Just next door was Alana, who she had cheated Claire with
a few days ago. He shivered thinking of what could happen the next
time the two would meet on the stairs.
Claire sat on the bed and kicked her sneakers out of her feet. "I
missed this place," she remarked. She smiled at Bill. "And
my little man too."
"Don't call me little man, baby," he said. "Give me
the pill instead."
"Are we impatient, huh?"
"What do you think? This was the worst week ever for me."
"I'm sure it was, considering I was gone," laughed Claire.
"Now, where did I put it?" she said as she searched through
one of her bags.
Bill sat in anticipation. But as the minutes passed, nothing showed
up. "Bill..." said Claire with an anguished tone. "I'm
afraid I lost the antidote."
*
Bill listened in shock. He was sure he would have managed to get back
to his normal height by now, but Claire’s words completely crushed
his hopes. "What do you mean you lost it? Try and look again,"
he said.
"It's no use. I searched everywhere. It must have dropped it
somewhere while I was away."
"That can't be…"
"I'm sorry," said the girl, feeling upset for him as she
saw the man's spirits crushed. "I should have been more
careful."
Bill was too disappointed to even get angry with her. He just lowered
his head down and left the room. Claire decided not to follow him and
instead kept sorting through her stuff.
One hour later, she joined him in the living room.
"Aah! Feels so good to sit on a clean couch," she said. She
kissed him on the cheek. "My good little man."
He looked at her with a disappointed face. "Don't be like that.
I'm back. That should be enough to make you happy," she said as
she towered above him, making him feel tiny as she pinned him to the
couch and kissed him.
He didn't fight back, and let Claire remove his clothes. "I've
been waiting for this for so long," she said.
Seeing his beautiful girlfriend in her underwear made his blood boil.
He was suddenly okay with getting even smaller: he just had to help
himself to those curves, to that generous bosom, to those creamy
thighs.
She laughed as she perceived his excitement. She unclipped her bra
and threw it on the floor. He rejoiced at her majestic naked tits. He
sucked on them like a thirsty man drinking from a fountain, which
made Claire shiver with desire.
She didn't have to contain herself like her boyfriend and enjoyed
herself every night while at her parents' house, just like she used
to do as a teen. But being with her man, however diminished, was
different. She kissed the top of his head and then spread her legs in
front of him.
Bill's dick, reduced to 4 inches and a half, was still serviceable to
Claire. She held the man against her chest as he pounded her pussy,
letting him absorb her odor and drink her sweat.
"More," she cried. "More." He did his best to
satisfy her, trying hard to please the needy woman despite his
reduced size. He thought he was doing a decent job, judging by how
lubricated her pussy was getting. Claire's creamy tights and soft
tits were enough to make any man mad with excitement, but for some
reason, he was particularly aroused in that session. Surely her
increased size, which only made her more stunning and statuesque,
contributed to that. It could have also been a matter of the
dominance she was exerting over him, forcing his upper body against
her own with ease. Or the thrill of fucking her despite knowing he
would've lost some size afterward. Maybe he was just happy to be with
her again after a week of absence.
He kept banging her for the following ten minutes, and then he came
into her pussy. The next moment, Claire stopped feeling him inside.
His dick, even before deflating in the aftermath of the ejaculation,
had become a two-inch stick, and the man himself had reached the size
of two feet two.
The naked woman lost grip of her boyfriend. His head was on the area
where her navel was now. His whole body was so small, she could have
easily picked him up.
Claire did not acknowledge Bill's shrinking. She kept fingering
herself to finish what her boyfriend had started instead. Bill, in
shock from his most brutal shrinking yet, curled up on the other side
of the sofa. Some minutes later, Claire searched for her boyfriend
with her feet.
"They stink," said Bill as Claire toyed with him, pushing
and rubbing his body with her soles. In response, Claire only
increased the pressure of her feet against his tiny body. "Can't
escape, huh?" she giggled as she watched the man pinned between
her feet and the couch's back.
"Claire, stop!" cried Bill. "You're making me come
again!"
"Seriously?" laughed the brunette. "I didn't realize
my stinky feet had this power over you, Billy."
"They do if you rub them over my dick."
The woman sighed. She stopped pushing her feet over the tiny man's
crotch but kept him pinned against the couch. Then she freed him only
to pick him up in her hands like a doll.
She took a good look at him. "You must have really enjoyed that,
to get this smaller in just one go," she playfully said.
"Actually, I did."
She kissed him on his tiny mouth. "I missed you, Billy. I
already asked my friend to fetch another antidote, so by tomorrow
you'll probably be alright again."
"I seriously hope so," said the tiny man.
"I don't think it is so bad that you shrank," she said.
"It'll be an opportunity to spend some time together after my
week away."
"We could have done that if I was normal-sized too."
"Yeah..." said the brunette, her breath blowing over Bill.
"But this way I'm sure you can't escape." She bit her lower
lip as she looked at him with seductive eyes; Bill found himself
aroused and creeped out at the same time.
Claire's phone was ringing. "Aren't you picking that up?"
asked the man. The girl shrugged but ultimately decided to answer the
phone call.
"Megan? Have you read my message...? What is it? Really? By
Tuesday? I see, I see. Well, ok, thanks anyway. See you tomorrow at
the gym then."
Claire let out a huge sigh. She glanced at the man who she had placed
back on the couch.
"What is it?" he asked.
"The antidote. Megan said her sister is away on holiday, and
won't be back before a few days. Until then, no pill. I'm sorry
Bill."
Bill retreated to his curled-up position again and remained silent, while
Claire picked up her phone again to order some pizzas for dinner.