Ryan sighed, pushing the door to his apartment open as he loosened his tie. It had been a hell of a day, upper management had unrealistic expectations as always, and trying to get his team to cooperate on the shoestring budget corporate had set out was nearly impossible.

“Hey Office Space,” Megan giggled, sprawled across his couch as she played on her phone. He smiled as she lifted her feet, letting him have a seat next to her. “Rough day again?” He sighed, taking her feet in hand and beginning to rub them, and Megan sighed happily, stretching in a way that caused her slight tummy to jiggle and her ample breasts to push upwards as she arched her back, her brown hair spilling to the floor.

“The worst day since yesterday,” he joked, letting his fingers slide along the sheer fabric of her pantyhose.

“Aww,” she pouted, “I know what will cheer you up!” she giggled and wiggled her toes through her nylons. Ryan looked at her eagerly, and she grinned and nodded. Without any further hesitation he lifted her feet to his face, sighing contentedly as he took a deep breath.

Megan had found out about his little fetish early on in their relationship, and it had tickled her pink that he’d loved the smell of her sweaty feet so much, the smell of her sweaty everything in fact. She loved indulging him, teasing him and offering to let him bury his face in her socks after a long shift on her feet. It was weird, to be sure, but it worked for them.

“Feel better?” she asked with a small smile?

“Almost,” he growled with a grin, shifting his hand under her and lifting her up, causing her to squeal as he carried her to the bedroom.

She giggled madly as he tossed her on the bed, reaching to pull her skirt off. Her pantyhose came down next, and he began pulling his own clothing off in a hurry. Soon he was naked, standing over her as she threw the last of her clothing to the floor. He smiled as he prepared to enter her, but her hand came up, stopping him.

“Isn’t there something you should do first?” she giggled, her hand tracing down between her legs, her fingers slowly twirling her thick pubic hair. “I forgot to shower this morning before work,” she sighed with a smirk, “had to wear the same panties as yesterday too… I’m nice and ripe down there Ry Guy.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, he dived for her pussy, his tongue darting out and parting the forest of brown hair as her musk coated his face. He moaned happily as he began to work, and Megan moaned, wrapping her legs around the back of his head and pulling him against her. She sighed, enjoying his tongue while she giggled at how easy it was to get him to go down on her.

…

Ryan buttoned up his shirt, frowning at how loose his sleeves felt, “babe, did you wash my shirt using a different setting or something?” he asked, buttoning his cuffs as Megan lounged in his bed behind him.

“Nope,” Megan muttered dreamily, burying herself back in the blankets.

“Give me a kiss before work?” he asked, shooting her a smile.

She groaned, but forced herself out of bed, strutting up to him and planting a kiss on his lips, “I’m going back to bed,” she announced, diving back for the warmth of the covers.

He chuckled, Megan was almost comically lazy on her days off. He frowned as he walked to the car, realizing that she hadn’t had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him… or had she? He chuckled; he was working too hard.

…

Today after work he went straight to Megan’s apartment, and he chuckled as he saw the piles of unwashed laundry laying around her living room. Slowly he started picking them up, tossing them into a nearby laundry basket.

“Hey,” Megan said, smiling as she sauntered into the living room. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her shirt was wet and slightly plastered to her chest, “just getting a little time in on the treadmill.” She smiled and swayed her hips as she walked over to him, planting another kiss on his lips and coating his face in the dripping sweat from her hair.

“Should I go wash up?” she asked with a smirk.

“Hell no,” he breathed, following her as she grabbed his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

She paused suddenly, her eyes narrowing, “huh…” she let go of his hand suddenly, walking up to him, looking him in his eyes… looking him in his eyes. “Are you slouching or something?” she said curiously.

He swallowed nervously, “No!” he rasped, his throat suddenly dry as he realized that Megan was the same height he was.

Megan chewed her lip a moment, “You’re… smaller.”

“L-Let me call my doctor,” he muttered, reaching for his phone.

“Do it later,” Megan whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bedroom. He grunted; she was stronger than she had been…

No, you’re just weaker.

“This is important!” he protested, “people don’t just shrink-“

“I’ll take you in tomorrow!” Megan said, “let’s just have a little fun with this! Whatever’s going on will probably be easy to fix and then we’ll never get to be the same height again!”

He sighed, smiling, “okay fine.”

He let her drag him to the bedroom, but he was surprised when she shoved him quickly down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pinning his arms. She had a smug smile on her face, the sweat still dripping down her face from her workout.

“You’re a lot easier to handle at this size,” she giggled.

He smirked, gripping her arms and flipping her over easily, looking down into her eyes, “you were saying?” he said with a grin as she laughed.

“You better hope you don’t get any smaller Ry-Guy,” Megan taunted.

…

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” Megan was practically jumping for joy the next morning as they got ready to go to the doctor. “Y-You’re-“

“Shorter,” he muttered, looking up slightly at Megan. At five foot five she now had a good two inches on him, and she seemed ecstatic at the prospect. His clothes were definitely looser on him now, and the initial disbelief was giving way to panic. “Megan stop it, this is serious!”

“I’m sorry,” she chuckled, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight, “I just… really think you’re cute like this, okay? I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like to be the big strong one… I’m gonna take good care of you, don’t worry!”

He sighed as she led the way down to the car. He couldn’t but notice the way her ass jiggled as she walked, and he licked his lips, imagining how much bigger it would be if she sat his face at his new size… or smaller ones.

…

“Hmm… so you say you’re normally six one?” Dr. Bowman asked, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder as she lowered the stadiometer down to his head, “you’re about five one now… can I see your driver’s license?” With a sigh Ryan pulled out his wallet, struggling to keep his pants up as he withdrew his ID and handed it to her, “Huh, yep says six one,” Dr. Bowman said with a shrug, “I think you’ve got it.”

“He’s got what?” Megan asked uncertainly, clenching her purse tightly, having Ryan here in the doctor’s office suddenly made the whole thing seem a little less fun.

“Resizer Syndrome,” Bowman said with a shrug, “he’s going to keep getting smaller and smaller until he’s just an itty-bitty little guy!” she grinned, holding her fingers an inch apart in front of his face.

“WHAT!?” Ryan yelped, “y-you mean I’m going to be the size of a-“

“A bug, a quarter, I mean there’s lots of small stuff,” the doctor said with a giggle. She saw his terrified expression and bit her lip, suddenly embarrassed, “okay, well there’s the bad news, the good news it only lasts about a week, then you’ll start growing back again at about the same rate until you’re big and tall again!”

Ryan blinked, feeling a sense of relief wash over him, “oh, thank God, hear that Meg? It’s going to be over in a couple weeks.”

“Until next time, yeah,” Bowman said, jotting down a few notes on his chart.

“Next time!?” Megan and Ryan exclaimed together.

“Well yeah, it’s a lifelong condition,” Bowman said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “most people with it have a shrinking cycle lasting two weeks once or twice a year.”

“Fucking beautiful,” Ryan muttered.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Doctor Bowman said with a smile, “a lot of people find ways to enjoy it.”

“What could possibly be enjoyable about-“

“Do you have any pamphlets?” Megan asked eagerly.

…

“So obviously you’re going to spend the next week or two at my place,” Megan said, reaching over to ruffle his hair, “I mean you’ll need someone to take care of you once you get teeny tiny…”

“Yeah, okay,” he said, still stunned. He usually drove, but today Megan was, and he couldn’t help but notice that she’d had to adjust the seat backwards after he’d driven them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll have to call the office and tell them I’m going remote for a while…”

“I wonder how long you’ll be able to use that little keyboard?” Megan giggled as they pulled back up to her apartment. She rolled her eyes at his expression, “oh come on Ryan you’re salaried anyway! They can live without you for a few days while you explore the endless expanse of the living room.”

“Y-Yeah, you think that’s safe?” he asked hesitantly, “maybe you could keep me in like, a jar or something.”

Megan just rolled her eyes and showed him one of the pamphlets, “it says here that tinies are incredibly durable and require excessive force to injure, I could probably step on you and you’ll be fine.”

He frowned as he leafed through the pamphlet, showing a clipart man running from a descending shoe, and then giving a thumbs up in the next panel. He slowly worked his way through the other pamphlets, reading the titles and opening them curiously.

Clothing supplies at tiny sizes, he frowned, might just skip that one… why wear clothes at an inch tall? He sighed, seeing one that showed a caricature of a tiny man looking out from a perch inside a woman’s breasts, intimacy at any size? He quickly snuck a peak over at Megan, but she was focusing on the road. He tried to open it casually, and he felt a blush coming on, as well as something else, as he saw a towering woman standing over a grinning man who was maybe four feet tall. Explore new power dynamics? He chuckled and shook his head.

“Like that one huh?” Megan teased, shooting him a wink.

He coughed and quickly shuffled the pamphlets, “just looking through them all,” he said dismissively. His eyes went wide as he read the title of the last pamphlet, “voreaphilia, safety tips!?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he showed her a pamphlet depicting a shrunken man dangling over a woman’s succulent looking outh.

Now it was her turn to blush, “I-I just grabbed them all!” she insisted.

…

“Whoa,” Ryan muttered, looking around Megan’s apartment. At four feet tall he could just barely see over the kitchen counter, and he found himself forced to climb in order to get on the couch. The remote felt huge in his hands as he flipped the TV on, trying to think of a way to pass the time until Megan returned home.

He glanced at the laundry pile, a pair of her panties from last evening’s treadmill workout on the top. He licked his lips, it was gross, and messed up… but he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them, let his pants fall around his ankles, and stroke himself off.

Fuck it, she won’t be home for hours, he eagerly leapt off the couch, sprinting across the room and not bothering to stop when his oversized pants descended. He swept the pair of panties up, a pink cotton pair soaked through with his girlfriend’s workout sweat, and with a triumphant smile he threw his face into them.

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before; at his reduced size the warm musky aroma of her underwear was an overwhelming force that wiped any other thoughts from his brain. He fumbled for his erection, moaning as he kept the panties on his face.

Suddenly the door opened, and his eyes went wide with fear. He tried to turn and run, to hide, to appear to do anything but what he was doing, but he tripped, faceplanting onto her panties.

“Ryan, I’m home!” Megan called, hanging up her coat and stretching, “the lunch shift was kind of slow so I just decided to come back-“ she gawked at the scene before her, her miniaturized boyfriend, with his face in his underwear. Her face slowly contorted into a grin, and then laughter that she couldn’t stop.

“I was doing the laundry!” he lied.

“I’ll bet you were,” she chuckled, her sneakered foot hooked under his ribs, easily flipping him over and revealing his raging erection. She finally contained her laughter, rolling her eyes with a sigh. “Come here big guy.”

He yelped in surprise as she knelt down, easily scooping up his small form. She giggled as he watched her breasts, each larger than his head, jiggle as she carried him to the couch. He was amazed as he looked her over, the power of her physique relative to his own starting to sink in, his girlfriend, who he’d always stood over, was now a voluptuous amazon, easily manhandling him.

He gasped as her hand came down on his manhood, slowly stroking up and down. With a smug smirk she brought the used panties up to his face, smothering him as she picked up speed. He thrashed in her grip, but she just giggled, squeezing him tighter and holding her dirty underwear over his face as his hips bucked in orgasm.

“T-that was amazing,” he breathed, collapsing into her arms in a heap.

She smiled, balling up the panties and tossing them into the hamper, “two points!” she laughed as it landed on the top of the pile of dirty clothes. She stood up, hefting him under his arms and setting him on his feet, face to face with those immense breasts. She put her hands on her hips and smiled, “If you get any of your cum on my underwear, socks, or anything else, you will clean it up,” she flicked his nose playfully as he stared at her like she was a goddess, “and I don’t care what size you are when it happens.”

“Okay,” he said, stunned.

She stretched, “go get a tissue and clean yourself up, I’m going to hit the treadmill and we’ll do this again in about forty-five minutes.”

…

“Whew, what a night,” Megan muttered, stumbling in to her apartment with a tired look on her face. “Double shift and there was a convention at the hotel next door, I just want to crawl into bed.”

“The tips must be good though, right?” Ryan asked, following behind her in a loose robe. At three feet tall his normal clothes didn’t really work for him anymore, and he’d traded them for a set of white robes he wore during the day while Megan was at work.

“I guess,” Megan said sleepily, pulling off her vest and unbuttoning her shirt.

Ryan took a moment to admire her, at his current size she was nearly twice his height, and her body had gone from powerful, to overwhelming. The smell of her cool, salty sweat billowed over him, the smell of sixteen hours on her feet running through a restaurant. There were small stains on her white bra, and she huffed in annoyance as she glanced at the shower.

“I’ll clean up tomorrow,” she muttered, her head turning to Ryan. “Now come here, I’m tired and I need my favorite teddy bear!”

He turned to flee, not because he thought he’d escape, but because he knew she enjoyed catching him, and a moment later he thrashed as he heard a giggle behind him and hands the size of his ribcage closed around his torso, lifting him up. He was flipped around, then shoved face first into a pair of breasts that all but swallowed him up, jiggling as his muffled cries tickled his girlfriend.

“Just bury your head in there,” she giggled, watching the sweat and grime begin to cloud his senses, the oily texture began to coat his nose, his mouth, his hair, and a moment later he was trying to force himself deep into her cleavage. “Good boy,” she teased, keeping his head trapped between her breasts as she rolled into bed, sighing happily as she reached to turn off the light.

…

At two feet tall Ryan spent most of the day curled in a blanket, using a mouse the size of a dinner plate to control his laptop while he casually surfed the internet and watched TV. Overall, it was a pretty relaxing time, and he found himself beginning to understand why a temporary spell at smaller size wasn’t the burden it had seemed at first.

It was late in the evening when Megan returned, throwing the door open with a huff, “rough day?” he asked, looking up from his nest of blankets.

He was answered by a grunt as Megan threw her shirt off, the smell of her stale armpits flooding his senses as she flopped down next to him. Her hastily applied speed stick that morning had long ago worn off, and the rich aroma of another long shift was beginning to make his head light.

“I need a good foot massage,” she muttered, shifting on the couch and kicking her shoes off. Today she’d worn simple socks and sneakers, forgoing the pantyhose she sometimes wore underneath her skirt, like the shoes the socks were hooked by her big toe, being balled up as she slid them off. The odor wafted up to him, almost forcing him backwards as the ripe vinegary odor of her feet filled the room.

He gulped nervously and tried to prepare himself, raising his hands as feet that stretched as big as his torso moved towards him. He gasped as he was slid across the couch, pinned against the armrest as she began to roll the bottom of her bare foot over him.

It was less him massaging her feet, and more her feet massaging him, and he grunted, grabbing her foot like a lover with his arms in a strong hug, fighting the urge to rub himself against those slick grime of her after work feet.

“Give them a kiss,” she ordered, placing her arms behind her head as she pressed him harder, sliding her foot up and down.

He obeyed, leaning in and kissing between her toes, causing a low giggle to rumble down her body. He sat his face between her toes, feeling them squeeze on either side of him as he licked and kiss them. She continued to move her foot slowly up and down over his body, the wrinkled skin of her sole rubbing against him and causing his back to arc as he fought to keep his composure.

“Ah, that feels great,” Megan sighed, flexing her foot over him one last time and causing him to spasm as she brought him over the edge. She giggled, looking down at his cross-eyed expression, his face peeking out between her toes with a silly and blissful look. “It seems like you enjoyed it too.”

…

The apartment was a vast landscape, an open world to explore and conquer… the vast piles of Megan’s laundry were like mountains, and he found himself exploring them, the caverns and pathways made by the wrinkled folds seeming to call to him.

He sighed, feeling the musty smell of Megan’s workout top seep into his skin as he burrowed deeper into a pile of her unwashed clothing from the day before. It was heavenly, a cozy dark place he could disappear into for hours at a time.

“Ryan, I’m home!” Megan called, causing him to groan and burrow deeper. His world shifted as she chuckled, picking up the clothing and shaking it in a loose fashion. “I know you’re in there!” she said, and she couldn’t help but smile as she saw his tiny form tumble out, flailing and shouting as he fell to the floor.

He grunted with surprise as he hit the carpet, “hey, careful!” he shouted, he had to really raise his voice to be heard by her at this size, but she just rolled her eyes in response.

“You’re way too small to be hurt by falling,” she said, putting a hand on her hip, “anyway enjoy it because the doctor called and said you should start regrowing tomorrow.” She leaned down, plucking him up between her thumb and forefinger, smirking as he squirmed in her grip like a little bug.

Megan slowly sauntered her way to the couch, flopping onto it with a sigh, “We should do something special!” he shouted, “since this is my last day this tiny…”

“Way ahead of you,” Megan grinned, unbuttoning the top of her jeans.

Ryan was lowered down to her waistband where her panties waited, and the harsh earthy smell of a double shift’s worth of sweat mixed with the tangy warmth of her arousal rose up to meet him. He shuddered, his senses overwhelmed as the odor bathed him, growing stronger as he was moved closer to Megan’s thick bush.

Her fingers plunged him in, and he felt the coarse wiry brown hairs against his skin as he became tangled above her womanhood. The smell was his world now, and he had a goofy grin on his face as Megan mockingly waved goodbye to him, letting the elastic of her panties snap back shut and trapping him in the musty prison.

He fell further, the oily residue from her hair and skin coating him until he finally reached the bottom of her panties, the cotton hammock framing him in front of Megan’s opening. He didn’t have time to contemplate it, from outside the underwear her fingers pushed on the panties, forcing him up and into the slimy entrance that eagerly swallowed him up.

Megan sighed, feeling him fight inside her as she stuck her hand down her pants and slowly rubbed herself through her underwear. She didn’t want it to be too intense for him, but at the same time she’d been looking forward to this ever since she’d found out he was going to be an inch tall.

She moaned, writhing on the couch as she enjoyed the sensations he sent through her, calling out encouragement and panting as she brought herself closer to climax. Finally, she gritted her teeth, hissing through them as she fought the urge to scream as her pussy spasmed around her tiny boyfriend, coating him in her juices and forcing him back out into her panties.

“Fuck,” she breathed, collapsing onto the couch. She patted her crotch appreciatively, “good work,” she panted.

Ryan began to climb upwards through the jungle between her legs, the sticky fluids coating him and suddenly feeling cool as he slipped under the elastic of her panties, crawling out onto her belly. She spotted him, and with a grin reached down to pick him up again. She brought him up to her shirt’s cleavage, dropping him snugly between her breasts, slowly rising and falling as she breathed.

“I’m almost sad knowing you’re going to start getting bigger again tomorrow,” she mused, a single finger coming down and playfully rolling him around.

“H-Hey, quit it!” he laughed, feebly pushing back against a fingertip almost as big as he was, “It’s probably going to happen again in the next year or so, just wait to play with me again until then!”

“Counting down the days,” she giggled, forcing his tiny form further into her cleavage and out of sight. She sighed happily, folding her arms behind her head and letting herself drift off to sleep.