“Shelly, I really don’t know about this.” Dean watched his lover fumble in her purse for the key to Diana’s place.

Shelly shook her head. “She gave us the key, Dean. And how many times has she said her place was as good as ours?”

“Yeah, but like, when she knows, you know. This is…different.”

Shelly’s hand popped out of her purse, and she raised the key victoriously, then drove it into the lock, opened the door and pulled Dean inside before he could mutter an argument and locked it behind them. “She said she was busy all day today. So we pop in, we go take a look at that…shrink ray, see how we feel sober, and then we either drop it or we get serious and she never has to know we were here.”

“It just feels like a huge invasion of privacy, you know?” Despite his qualms, he followed Shelly upstairs, only hesitating when she put her hand on the door to Diana’s bedroom.

Shelly turned the knob with no hesitation. Dean opened his mouth to argue, but found it hanging when his eyes fell on the object sitting neatly in the middle of her bed. A torso, made of rubber or silicon, or whatever the hell they made these things out of, with a massive cock standing at attention, and an ass so round, it was noticeably lifting the toy up off of the comforter. He blushed as Shelly tugged him inside.

Diana’s bedroom was fairly tidy. A pile of clothes they recognized as yesterday’s workout gear was strewn by her bedside, but otherwise the carpet was spotless. Elaborate sex toy aside, the only thing that particularly stood out was the massive mirror at the head of her bed. Dean couldn’t help but picture their goddess of a friend enjoying her toy in the spotless glass. No, not quite spotless. One pair of conspicuous handprints stood out just above eye level.

While Dean lost himself fantasizing about the origin of the handprints, Shelly was dead set on her mission. Her eyes darted around the room, seeking the holy grail Diana had revealed to them last night. Unsurprisingly, it was not sitting out in the open. She stepped up to Diana’s dresser and pulled the top drawer open. The mountain of lace and cotton, and more than a little latex stopped her heart for a moment, but she steeled herself and delicately pressed her hand into it, feeling for any other objects while moving the mound of lingerie as little as possible.

Dean crept up to the torso, fixated on the proud phallus. He reached out a hand and delicately pressed it against the tip. The faux-cock was sturdy, but it leaned readily enough with his prodding. Dean furrowed his brow, feeling the tip stick to his finger just slightly. He pulled his hand back, absentmindedly rubbing his sticky index finger into his thumb as he watched it metronome back into position. Slowly, without thinking, he raised the fingers to his nose and sniffed. It smelled… not like any human substance. Some sort of weird lube?

He leaned in for a closer look, and his eyes widened. Stuck to the shaft of the torso’s cock was a tiny person. He gasped, then sighed. No, it was just a tiny, tiny doll meant to look like one. Funny enough, its clothes were the same color as Shelly’s. He pressed a finger gently against the tiny toy girl and found it surprisingly well-adhered. He gave it a firmer shove, and it refused to move. Finally, he pinched the little thing around the waist and tugged. With a heave, it finally popped loose. Curious, he pressed another finger into the little woman’s back. His finger came loose as easily as it had from the rest of the toy. “Firm with toys, not skin…huh...”

Shelly bit her lip as she felt her knuckles bump across all manner of materials that shouldn’t excite her, but she couldn’t help but think about what they were regularly pressed against. Finally, her fingers traced the shape of something hard, cold and cylindrical, with a gentle taper. Her gut told her she’d just found another sex toy, but when she withdrew her hand, she found it clasped around the barrel of the shrink ray. “Yes!”

She casually backed up and hopped onto the bed, tucking a leg under herself as she examined the toy gun. To her left, Dean had lifted the torso, and was examining its shapely rear. He looked at her, giggling. “It has a butthole.”

Shelly snorted. “Well, of course it does. An ass like that without one would be torture…honestly, it looks a lot like yours.”

“Mine’s not…this big.” Alex nudged her shoulder, then busied himself investigating the soft cavity. He wondered if there was another tiny toy hiding inside. Shelly, meanwhile, had found the settings knob of the shrink ray. A percentage slider that went from 1% all the way up to 100%. No way to grow even larger, she guessed. Only back to whatever size you were. That made sense, as much as any of this did. She turned the slider all the way down to 1%, doing some simple math in her head.

Dean was five-foot two, she was five-foot even. One percent of that, and they’d be…barely half an inch tall, give or take. Diana would be a goddess in a whole new sense of the word. She shivered at the thought of her friend looming over her, licking a finger and stamping her to the tip effortlessly, then dragging that finger tip…

She shook the thought away. There would be time for that after they’d tested it. But first, a dry run. Shelly pointed the shrink ray at one of Diana’s pillows, steadied her aim, and started to gently squeeze the trigger. Right at that moment behind her, Dean sneezed. He tucked his head into his elbow, and in doing so, he nudged Shelly, whose arm brushed against her knee and tilted up toward the mirror.

She pulled the trigger, and a flash bounced off the glassy surface and back toward her. Reflexively, she lunged backward, but it didn’t help. The light caught her in the chest, and in her panic, she tossed the shrink ray, the erratic motion squeezing the trigger a second time as she did.

“Shelly, what-” The second blast bounced off the mirror and careened straight into Dean, who was straightening up, torso still balanced on his other arm.

Over the next three seconds, three things happened. In the first second, Shelly was reduced to just over half an inch tall.

In the second, the shrink ray landed gently back in the drawer where it belonged, albeit on top of the lingerie pile instead of underneath it.

In the third, Dean blinked and found himself just as tiny as Shelly with just enough time to look up and see the planet-sized rubber torso that was now a hundred times his size falling toward them.

The torso came down on its perky round ass right on top of Dean, who screamed as the asshole he’d been so enthralled by slammed directly into him. The ass indented into the mattress, then bounced back, and the reforming mattress drove his tiny body straight inside it with force.

The impact of the toy landing on the bed caused it to swing forward, shoulders up, and its cock, with newfound momentum swung down and slapped quietly onto the comforter, pinning Shelly underneath it.

At the peak of its rise, gravity won out, and its shoulders swung back down to settle into place exactly where it had been when the two came in, its cock raised high and proud, lifting Shelly up with it, and blocking out what little light Dean had as the silicon ass cheeks settled back onto the bed.

Shelly, who could see all too well, shrieked as her minuscule body was hoisted into the air, and her blood ran cold when the toy’s swaying settled, and she found herself unable to move. Her tiny body had been cemented exactly where the tiny woman Dean removed had been, halfway up the shaft of the sex toy that waited eagerly for its owner to return home.

She tried to pry herself loose, but her clothes held fast and at her size, trapped flat against it, she didn’t have the strength or momentum to do more than turn her head. All she could do was watch and wait until Diana came home, and pray she’d notice something different about the immobile miniature girl adorning her prized penis.

In the distance, she heard the faint sound of the latch turning and the front door swinging open.

She wouldn’t have to wait long.