Titania rubbed her fingers into the strained muscles of her cheeks.  The massage along her jawline loosened the tensed muscles, even as she smeared cum and saliva all over her face.

"Damn, girl!" she exclaimed, barking out an incredulous laugh.  "I thought we were just getting warmed up.  Warn a succu-girl before you pull another big-dick move like that!  My jaw can only stretch so far."

Titty licked her lips clean, then went to work around her mouth.  She extended her tongue far enough to curl the tips of her tongue around the bottom of her chin, lapping up the cum with gusto.  "Mmmn, though you did deliver a tasty treat.  I could go for a round two."

She looked down to find little Ronnie with her legs splayed to either side of Dick's slowly-sagging manhood, her pert ass planted on Dick's scrotum like a bean-bag chair as her torso lay, arms akimbo, along the bed.  Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and the blissed-out smile gleamed brighter than the streamers of cum strung between her and Dick's cock.

I could tell she was a pistol when I met her, but that girl is a fucking fifty cal.  I can't wait to see what she cums up with next!

Titania crouched down and picked the tattered remains of Richard's underwear off the floor.  She dangled the discarded garment by the waistband, and the shorn seams and shredded cloth became obvious at a glance. 

"Oops," Titty said with a naughty giggle, realizing she might have gone a bit overboard when she ripped them off the tied-up stud.  She used the remains to wipe the rest of the cum off her face, then buried her nose in it and took a deep whiff.

Fuck, that's a real man.  He better be, with little Ronnie keeping him in her sights.  If she doesn't wrap him around her finger today, I'll go celibate for a month!

Titty stood back up, and saw Ronnie was coming back to her senses.  The little woman's shit-eating grin was all the encouragement Titty needed to push things forward once Dick was recovered.  She had just the toy for the little spitfire to try out.

Titty used two fingers under Ronnie's shoulders to lift her onto her feet.  Once the little woman was stable, Titty passed the used rag over to Ronnie, who nodded her thanks and started cleaning herself off with what looked like a damp and shredded beach towel. 

Titty hadn't done much with this shrinking thing yet - just an hour spent at reduced size in the safety of her back room, and the time she had squished little Missy in a boobquake when she tackled Olivia - but the size difference thing was really starting to do it for her.  She found herself imagining little Ronnie even smaller, riding in a pair of boxers alongside Dick's thick, throbbing cock.  Fuck, even at one sixth the big man's size, the physical power shift on display was enough to rev Titty's engine.  And there was a bigger shift yet to come.

She glanced down at Ronnie's wireframe figurine still sitting at the foot of the bed, and the bit of red she could see poking out from beneath the heels.  Oooh, I can't wait until he sees what sex at once inch is like!  I'm dying to see it myself! She realized she was distractedly rubbing her crotch against the edge of the bed, and rectified that by intentionally pushing hard enough she had to stifle a moan.

Which circle of hell did I walk into?

Stella stared wide-eyed, her jaw abandoned to the floor.  It had been there ever since little Veronica started to get even smaller, and she had yet to recover her faculties.  She could barely think beyond questioning the reality in front of her.

Shrinking can't be real.  It just can't!  Oh, god, and they want to make me small like that!  Please, god, don't let that happen to me! She had briefly torn her gaze away from the small woman, who was making a man many times her size suck on her feet, only for the wet, squelching noises and delighted squealing to draw her gaze back.  Her morbid curiosity ensured that she caught the full show.  This is what Miss Vane sent me to witness?  And worse, sent me to be a part of?  Stella was at a loss.

Her eyes drifted, seeking some semblance of normalcy, until her eyes rested on the three figurines still sitting on the table.  There is absolutely nothing normal about this.  Veronica is already so small, and that's the largest size they might make me.  Kim is going to be half that size, and Jen is going to be yet a third smaller.  Fuck, they never even showed the smallest size, did they?  If Miss Vane continued with the pattern of this test so far, then she told them to make me the smallest size possible.  Oh, god, please help me!

Stella forced her breathing to slow.  She could mitigate her body's attempt at hyperventilating, but the cold sweat running down her back was completely beyond her control.  As is everything that will happen once I take that drug.  Oh god, oh god, oh I don't want to do this, there's no way I can go through with this!  I came to Miss Vane so I could become strong like her, not so I could be some pervert's little plaything!  Her eyes had darted back to the bed just in time for a hungry Titania and a thirsty Veronica to cross their streams of intent in a violent collision of need and desire.  

Good god, did she just force her way into a blowjob?  Stella felt faint.  This is not at all how it was supposed to go...

Stella glanced at the wall clock.  Her fear-fogged mind struggled through some basic math and confirmed they had another 160 minutes still scheduled for this nightmare bacchanalia.  That was far too long before this nightmare would end, yet she had precious little time remaining to conduct her clandestine operations, and validate her decision to partake in this debauchery.  After they shrank her, she would be completely at their mercy.

Stella sank down into her chair, leaning into her encroaching panic attack to feign a spell of light-headedness.  Kim glanced back at her, but Stella waved off the concern.  Kim immediately turned back to watch the impromptu threesome as Richard blew his first load.

Before she lost herself in the encroaching panic, Stella focused on what she had to do to make everything that was to come worth the price she was about to pay; she would do what she could to make her sacrifice mean something.  She glanced around, confirming all eyes were on the two people and the tiny recovering from their first round of 'testing.'  When she was confident no one was paying her any mind, Stella reached into her purse, and withdrew a tightly-packed bundle of OLED screens and folded, transparent limbs, about twice the size of a deck of cards.  She quickly flipped a power switch on one end, and set it on the ground.  She took one more look around the room, then gave the device a push towards the table supporting the secure case housing the secret solutions.

The 'infiltration unit' Elise had given Stella slid right underneath the tablecloth of the central table. Stella caught only the briefest of flashes off the polished tile flooring as the OLED screens powered on.  It was enough to know that the infiltration unit was functional, and that Elise would soon take control of the drone.

Damnable woman.  It's bad enough I have to go through all this, but she had to cock block a lucky jock last night, too.  Instead of a night of passion, I was forced into a night of planning.

Rather than focus on her impending shrinking, Stella sought refuge in her memories of the previous night.  She had wanted to bring one of those jocks back to her bed, but the Spy-bitch had other plans.  After dragging Stella away from the pool and the hunky swimmers, Elise had spent hours of Stella's time explaining how she expected Stella to do Spy-bitch's job for her.  The woman had been frustratingly vague throughout the entire planning session, only referring to the so-called Fab Four by name.  Everything else was referred to as "the target," "the asset," or "the infiltration unit."  Elise might have still been under orders from Miss Vane not to disclose any details about this nightmare drug, but sending in Stella without advanced warning wasn't a test, it was cruelty. 

Sadistic bitch, Stella thought, not entirely sure which woman she was referring to.  They have all the power right now.  Especially Miss Vane.  But if I get through all this, I'll be another step closer to taking that kind of power for myself.

Stella glanced back at the table to see if there was any obvious sign of the infiltration unit.  She hadn't seen it the day before when it snuck into Olivia Mathers' private office in Greene Hall.  Admittedly she hadn't known it was there, or that Elise had capitalized on Stella's chat with the paranoid woman to sneak the beetle-like infiltration unit inside the office, but the fact she'd noticed nothing gave Stella some real confidence in its ability to operate unnoticed.

Stella had only learned of it during the lecture late last night, when Elise suggested she had managed to retrieve an advanced set of programming cards for some sort of robot or android that should be displayed today.  But once again, like her employer, Elise had been frustratingly vague about the details for "the asset."

Deciding she probably shouldn't draw attention to the inf- no, the bot, by looking at it, she shifted her attention to the streamer couple as they were approached about starting their shrinking experience.  Without a goal to focus on any longer, Stella let out a small whimper as she tried to resolve herself for what was yet to come.  Her prayers to god for salvation resumed, and seemingly continued to go unanswered.

Elise fiddled absently with the empty memory card case, asking herself again if she had missed something.  She wasn't sure what was so advanced about the "Modules for Advanced Learning" on the microSD cards that had been in the case, but it had been sitting beside several empty cases in the bin labeled "Demo" on Olivia Mathers' desk.  Miss Vane had made it clear the Fab Four were to hold nothing back from the investors, as that would mean they were also failing to show her agent everything, so Elise would just have to take matters into her own hands.  Figuratively speaking, of course.

Elise was halfway through her twenty-first prayer to the universe for something to happen, when the black window sitting open on one of the monitors before her bloomed into brilliant life.  Nine different camera views were visible on-screen, each one clearly labelled.  From left to right and top to bottom, the views were:

Left, Top, Right,
Infrared, Front, NightVision,
Bottom, Back, Claw

Each view was dim, grainy, and distorted. The cameras broadcasting were tiny, if high definition for their size.  The Infrared view showed a world of blues, with short, wide splotches of red and yellow moving around a band near the middle of the camera.  The NightVision was brighter than the others, and everything was in washed-out shades of green.

Elise quickly set the case down on her workstation and looked at her other monitor, where a wireframe of the infiltration unit had appeared, along with several menu options.  She moused over the 'Deploy' button, and a soft 'click' echoed through the dim interior of her surveillance van. 

On screen, the wireframe model began to reshape itself as six segmented legs unfolded from over the OLED screens, each joint clicking into place.  Elise knew that on the real unit, each leg was a carefully shaped, double-jointed assembly of aluminium oxynitrite pieces, controlled through wires that were run through the inside of each leg.  As the legs were transparent aluminum, and the wires were thin with a matte finish, it was very difficult for the eye to catch the legs in motion, or even pick them out if looking in the unit's direction.

Once all six legs had unfolded, the camera displays had cleared now that the cameras weren't viewing the world through the folded legs. 

On screen, the wireframe resembled a headless beetle, or a squat box with insect legs.  On the real thing, each face of the box was covered in an OLED screen that displayed the picture captured by the camera on the opposite face, so from a distance the infiltration unit just looked like a small distortion in the air.  The only exception was the bottom face of the main body, which had what resembled bomb bay doors through which a variety of infiltration and espionage tools could be deployed.

With the infiltration unit deployed, Elise wrapped her hands around a pair of highly-customized joysticks.  Her thumb brushed over an eight-pointed directional pad and pressed down in the center.  On-screen, the Front view grew larger, while all the other views shrank and lined themselves along the top and bottom edges of the sceen.  With a few additional button presses, the unit flexed all six legs in order, and a notification popped up on screen that all legs were in working order.

Elise quickly set the infiltration unit into motion, maneuvering right up to the edge of the tablecloth.  Her other thumb rotated a dial, and the Front, Infrared, and NightVision views shifted forward, as their tiny cameras extended on the end of a flexible wire, similar to the wire cams used by SWAT or special forces to peek under doorways.  A small directional pad panned the view side-to-side, as well as up-and-down.  Elise was able to quickly take stock of the location of each of the people currently inside Love & Lust.

Elise maneuvered the infiltration unit around the table as she searched for her target, the sex bot that Olivia Mathers had named Aidra.  The dossier Miss Vane had provided described a mostly mechanical android, with latex coverings on the face and hands.  It seemed her information was outdated, however, because the cameras passed over the robot twice before Elise realised she was looking right at it.  She only realized it was her target when she swapped to the Infrared camera, and it lit up like a Christmas Tree as she panned over a high-end sex doll propped up at the back of the store.  At first glance her target appeared to be a scale model of a nude woman, with legs and both sets of lips parted for use, but the sex doll was putting off enough heat to rival a commercial server.  Elise blinked in surprise when she noticed the eyes moved, clearly watching the events in the room.

With her target in sight, Elise made one last check to confirm the coast was clear before creeping the infiltration unit towards the bed covered in tentacles.  It would make good cover for the unit's approach to the back of the store.

The infiltration drone was halfway to the hentai bed when something in the Back camera caught Elise's eye.  It was a massive steel box, bedecked with multiple layers of security, and it screamed at her training that something important - likely the shrinking solution - was inside.

Elise hesitated a moment.  Collecting samples was outside of her primary mission parameters; Miss Vane had assigned that task to Stella.  But...

Elise ran over her situation one more time.  Most of the guests were still full-sized, which meant the box would have to be opened at least once more, but staggered shrinking was the approach that had been expected, which meant more instances of the box being openend.  If Elise went now, she might have several opportunities to get the infiltration unit into and back out of the secure case.

The moment of hesitation came to an end, and Elise walked the infiltration unit through a smooth about face, and headed for the table.  Moments later the drone's front legs lifted as high as they could reach against the table cloth, and then came down slightly before they caught on the cloth.

Just behind the tips of each leg, so fine that the naked eye couldn't see them, were three rows of backwards-facing needles.  They were part of the crystalline structure of the infiltration unit's legs, and were incredibly adept at climbing fabrics, like upholstery, drapes, or on one memorable occasion, the inside of a ball gown.  Slowly but surely the legs were lifted free, before they readily caught on the table cloth, lifting the infiltration unit ever higher.  It took only a minute for the Little Spybot that Could to ascend the table, and Elise quickly maneuvered it inside a large cardboard box with one of the sides cut out.  She positioned the bot so that it faced the secure case, and settled in to wait for an opportunity.

"Did you see her jump into a blowjob?  That looked hot as hell.  Wouldn't you agree, Jen?"

Jen nodded, her voice stolen by the carnal display she had just witnessed.  Her gaze kept jumping between the tiny woman now rousing herself between the legs of the really big - but still normal sized - man, and his cock that had been chest height on little Ronnie.  The cock that would tower over Jen once she went through with the shrinking.  Ten inches.  That cock is more than twice as long as I will be tall. A passing thought wrested a wry chuckle from her.  At least I won't have to worry about whether it's gonna fit.  That answer's a hard no.

She watched as little Ronnie - the only woman here smaller than Jen even at normal size, and therefore Kawaii by default - sat up on Richard's scrotum.  She squeezed her precious little knees around Richard's cock, and the big man groaned with pleasure.  Ronnie leaned forward, pushing her lithe, cum-soaked little torso against the underside of his deflating manhood, and placed a wet kiss right on the middle of his slackened shaft.

It twitched, and Ronnie let it knock her back over into her previous supine position.

"Looks to me like they're getting ready for round two," Jen commented, as Titty grabbed something off the floor and stood back up.  Jen looked back at Kim, her expression quizzical.  "I thought men had longer cooldowns?  I always have to wait at least half an hour to get my date back up if I want to get off myself."  She huffed.  "It's not fair they get off so damn easy, but we need to work our asses off."

Claire stepped closer to the duo, and leaned in conspiratorially.  "I added something to the sensory enhancer that helps men get back in the action faster.  It doesn't affect sperm production, but it super charges semen production, to the point that he'll be fully reloaded in minutes.  Ah, and it looks like Titty wants to prove that he's locked and loaded."

Claire started to gesture towards the occupied bed, but Jen grabbed Claire's hand between both of her own.  "Will this miracle enhancer be available to investors? I'll write you a check right now."

Claire laughed a little awkwardly, obviously not willing to simply acquiesce.  "Actually, all of our products will be limited to on-site use when we get our facilities up and running, at least initially.  And I should note that it's not an instant-up for the guy.  It helps him recover faster, but not immediately."  She shrugged.  "The truth is we're scientists, not miracle workers."

"I'm not so sure I agree," said a voice behind Jen.  She turned her head to see the unsettled undergrad girl, who had been the first to arrive for the demo.  Jen had been surprised to see her so shaken, since she was so eager to be here.  "To literally hold a person's life in the palm of your hand...  Before today, I would have said only a god had such power."

"Politicians and corporate bigwigs do much the same," Jen disagreed.  "Besides, this seems pretty squarely in the science department to me."  Jen turned to face the girl.  "They made a solution that does like five different things just to prep the body to shrink.  The change is an accelerated and directed bio-process, not some instant wish-granter.  Sounds more realistic than a magic trinket, a curse, or a blessing from god."

Stella shook her head.  "It's not the process, it's the scope that's miraculous."  She glanced at Claire.  "You had us eat a bunch of different candies, so I doubt mixing it in a drink would mitigate or alter the effects of the drug, correct?"

Claire hesitated, but eventually nodded.  "You are correct."

Stella nodded solemnly, and turned back to Jen. "Can you imagine if this was used like current date-rape drugs?  Especially by pent-up women who don't want to deal with all that toxic masculinity?  There's far too much potential for abuse.  I mean I can think of..."

Jen simply stopped listening.  She focused instead on the couple on the bed, and Titty who was grinding on the bed's corner while one of her hands was digging through a pile of toys.

Ronnie makes it look like a lot of fun - and perfectly safe, given the restraints.  Who could think this is scary?  The excited thoughts buoyed her mood, as she blatantly ignored her own initial reactions. That was then, and this is now, and now this shrinking thing is hot, not scary.  This freshman girl needs to catch up and get on my level.

Breaking out of her reverie she waved at Claire to get her attention.  "When can we get in on the fun?" she asked.

"Whenever you're ready to join the party," Claire said, her neutral, professorial smile back in place.

Jen grabbed Kim's hand.  Her grip was tight because she was excited, not scared.  Scared was a thing of the past.

"Y-yeah," she said, drawing on her streamer persona a bit to sound more confident.  "I'm gonna go first.  I want to see Kim from that scale, and get to play around on her.  It'll be fun and freaky!  Daring and adventurous!  The kind of thing that would land me a thousand new subscribers!"

Oops!  Too much of the streamer persona!

"Actually, that's a good point," Kim said.  "I was doing some research into potential markets for what you have here, and there's a not-insubstantial subculture that would go absolutely crazy for adult streamers with shrinkies - er, shrunken co-hosts.  Have you considered making this drug available to partnered streamers?"

Jen saw the freshman girl twitch at the question, but didn't pay the scaredy cat much mind.  She also wanted to know the answer to that question.

Claire's expression grew more serious - which felt almost wrong, given the juxtaposition of the big guy grunting on the sex table behind her as a thirsty little chocolate drop grinded against his stiffening cock like it was a stripper pole.

"To be blunt, yes we have, but ultimately we rejected the idea.  As Miss Warrens pointed out, there are too many potential abuse cases when using this drug outside of a carefully controlled environment."  She paused, glancing at Stella before looking back at Kim, a slight sparkle in the corner of her eye. 

"That being said, right now Olivia, Melissa, Titania and I have majority control of the company.  When investors buy into the company, we need to give them a say in how the company works as well.  They can propose new ideas, as well as reopen previously closed business for discussion.  The more they invest into the company, the more weight their ideas and opinions have.  If investors put enough money into the company to take the controlling interest away from the four of us, the new majority might decide to update the company's policy on partnering with streamers."  Claire winked at Kim.  "Just a bit of food for thought."

Kim looked at Jen, one eyebrow raised.  "What do you think?  Can we afford a controlling interest in Fab Four Fantasies? Would you even want to do a shrunken stream with me?"

Jen held up her hand in a 'wait' gesture, while she tried to picture what that would even look like.  What came to mind definitely made her blush.  "Let's not rush into this blindly.  I haven't even experienced shrinking yet."  She looked at Claire.  "Which is something I believe you were about to help me with?"

Claire's smile was polite, if a bit anticipatory around the edges.  "Of course.  Right this way, and I can get you set up with the shrinking solution while your girlfriend gets into her restraints."

"Oh no, were not a couple," Jen corrected quickly.  She wasn't sure why she suddenly felt a bit defensive of her relationship status, but even if Kim had been a great friend with skillful and talented benefits, they were not official.  I just don't want to mislead her, Jen thought.

"And we would prefer not to use the restraints, if possible," Kim added, her calm expression a little forced.  "I was hoping I'd get to manhandle my little friend directly, rather than being handled."

Jen looked at Kim sideways for a moment.  Did I hear that correctly?  No, I couldn't have.

Claire rocked her head side-to-side, her expression pensive.  "For the first time, we would prefer the full-sized partner to be restrained to prevent injury to the tiny.  However..." she paused, raising her hands to forestall the inevitable argument.  "However, we are aware that particular fantasy is not shared by all," she said, glancing at a bubbly Titty.  "With the durability given by the solution, and the boon of supervision we have here, I believe we can forgo the restraints for now.  I just need you, Kim, to keep in mind Jen's safety at all times."

Kim nodded, and Claire moved to the other bed with normal restraints.  Her fingers started digging into the slit in middle of the bed, from which the cable for the waist restraint appeared. As Claire's fingers fumbled with something inside the bed, her gaze drifted over to watch an animated Titty.

Jen followed her gaze, and saw the pink woman with her bat-wing shoulder tattoos and straining pink tubetop was actively manipulating the keyboard strapped to her forearm.  In response to her commands, the restraints around Dick's arms, legs, and waist began to move.  His arms lowered back the level of the bed, while his waist was raised into the air, and his ankles were raised higher still.  Doubtless this caused much of his blood to run to his brain, but the head that was not currently surplus to requirements had begun to arise from its slumber. 

Ronnie stepped onto Dick's pectoral muscle, then used his abs, navel, and hips as hand- and footholds to climb back up to his cock.  With one foot in his belly button for stability, she caressed the organ waiting at parade rest, encouraging it back to full attention.

Jen glanced at Claire, who was still fiddling with the cable, then back to Titania.  Titty rummaged through a pile of sex toys, and pulled out some sort of complicated cock ring.  On one side was a long, narrow plate that looked like it extended an inch or two above the ring, and it was gently curved, so it would gently cradle a length of the cock.  Titty excused herself as she reached around Ronnie, sliding the cock ring on so that the plate was oriented towards the ceiling, running along the urethra of the thick, stiff cock, which was pointing towards Dick's other head laying on the bed.

Once the cock ring was in place near the base of Dick's cock, Jen could make out a handle at the end of the plate, jutting up perpendicular to the cock.  It almost looked like a pair of handlebars on a motorbike, complete with a handbrake.  Jen suppressed a giggle as she wondered if Titty was making an actual crotch rocket.

Titty then brought over what looked like a riding saddle, glued off-center to the bottom of an inverted, wide, shallow bowl.  She clipped the edge of the bowl nearest the saddle to the bottom of the cock ring, so that it settled gently over Dick's ballsack, leaving the equestrian seat centered over his scrotum. 

Ronnie grinned and hopped up onto the seat, shifting her hips until she was settled in.  She reached forward to grab the handlebars, and found a pair of foot rests poking out of the cock ring.  The setup was a little small for Ronnie - she looked a bit like an adult riding a preteen's dirt bike - but when she asked a question, her face was all smiles.  Jen could hear Titty's response.

"This one I call the Cum Cannon.  You can ride his cock all day, get him ready to pop a dozen times over, but there's a bead inside the cock ring pressed tight against his urethra, that'll keep any and all of his cum from escaping, unless you release it.  Pulling the handle on the right will brielfy retract the bead, allowing a shot of pent-up cum to shoot out.  To aim up, just pull on the handle bars, and push out with your feet.  Aiming down is the opposite.  Side-to-side... I think you can figure that out.  And just like you might expect from a motorcycle, if you rotate the handle towards you, it'll give some gas to the engine." 

Jen missed Ronnie's question, but she heard Dick groan in pleasure, and Titty's answer was self-explanatory.  "Oh, honey, I'm pretty fucking good with miniaturizing tech.  There's a series of vibrator beads and electrical nerve stimulators inside the cock ring of the Cum Cannon, so the more you turn the throttle, the more excited your ride gets!  Oh, and the sack protector is a fucking memory material, so the more you turn up the power, the more the sack protector will tighten around Dick's balls, encouraging him to get his load ready to fire.  So, why don't you see how fast you can get this thick, powerful ride up to full throttle, while I find you a target!  Now, what did I do with - ah, thank you Missy!"

Jen watched as Missy carried a plastic bomber glass - a wide-mouthed rock glass with a shotglass cast into the center - over to Dick's chest.  The eight inch tall redhead set the unwieldy cup at the base of Dick's throat, and waved like a game show hostess at the target, before stepping out of the line of fire.  Titty bounced over to the little redhead and planted a grateful kiss on the top of her little head.

Jen giggled as she watched Ronnie lean forward like she was riding a real motorcycle.  She could see her elbow flap as she revved the throttle, and the dick she was riding throbbed and darkened in response.  Ronnie's feet came off the footrests and wrapped around the cock, her tiny toes stroking its base even as she revved the throttle higher.  Dick's moaning increasing in pitch and volume to match.  The big man grunted, and the cock gave a couple big twitches, but no cum came out, until Ronnie re-situated herself.  Jen thought she heard the little woman say something about being "locked and loaded," then she pushed forward on the handles, and pulled the handbrake-style trigger on the cum cannon.

A white glob shot out the tip of Dick's cock and pasted itself across his chest.  "Fuck," the big man murmured, the muscles on his arms shining and buldging as he strained at his bindings.  Jen couldn't blame him.  She was just watching, and it was taking all her self control to keep wringing her hands, instead of rubbing her soaking wet pussy.  Being held in the purgatory of the 'little death' like that couldn't be comfortable.

Ronnie laughed and clapped her hands, then adusted her aim up, and pulled the trigger again.  Another cum bullet lanced out, and this time it struck the outside edge of the bomber glass.  Ronnie adjusted one more time and fired, crying out in triumph as she struck a bullseye on the shot glass.  Her raucus cheer shifted her hips backwards off her seat, and she tumbled with a surprised laugh backwards onto the bed.

"Ok, yeah, that looks fun," Kim said right next to Jen, and she jumped, only just realising how intently she'd been staring.

A pleading groan from Dick brought Jen's attention back, and she saw Melissa was now standing by Dick's ear, talking into it while her full-sized, blonde, nerdy fiancé watched the proceedings from just out of arm's reach, a hungry look on her face. 

Titty reached over and used her hand to aim Dick's cock, and fired off a few more shots.  One was cheekily aimed at Melissa, but it fell short, and the little redhead showed Titty a wry smile and her middle finger.

With the target shoot at an end, Jen turned back to Claire to find her waiting patiently. 

"Sorry. I guess we got a bit distracted," Kim said as she laid her arm around Jen's shoulder, but Claire waved away her concern.

"Please, there's no need to apologize.  The whole point of today is to showcase the experience, and the unique items and services we will provide.  Titania is quite proud of her babies, especially that last one.  She would have spent half the night pouting if she didn't get to show off the cum cannon to a captive audience."

Jen heard a faint whimper come from the freshman girl at the mention of a 'captive' audience, but Jen just defaulted back to ignoring her.  Kim's arm tightened around her shoulders in solidarity.

Claire moved back to the bed and patted the top.  "Would you like to hop up here for the shrinking process?" she asked Jen.

Jen glanced over the bed, noting that a small slit in the crimson sheet, and in the gel padding of the mattress below were the only signs that the waist strap had ever been there.  She glanced back at Kim - who looked down at her a smug smirk - and then dropped her gaze to the floor.  Or more specifically, to Kim's feet in her sandals.

"If it's all the same to you, I think I'd prefer to be on the floor."

Claire nodded in understanding, then moved to the far end of the bed and grabbed the edge of the bedskirt.  She winked, and gestured towards the closer end of the bed.  Kim gave Jen one last side hug, and moved over to grab the bedskirt like Claire.  To Jen's surprise, the entire side of the bedskirt pulled away in a single rectangular sheet.  It had been held to the bed frame by velcro, and only resembled a bedskirt in appearance.  With Kim's help, Claire laid the cloth down as a clean floor mat.

"I should have expected you to go this route, after seeing the questionnaire you sent in.  It was actually your preferences that inspired Titania to update the bed design with conveniently stored mats, to keep tinies safe and comfortable on the floor."  Claire met Jen's eyes, her gaze excited.  "Now that the stage is set: Jen, are you ready to experience the greatest adventure of your life?"

Jen glanced down at the mat, over to Kim's feet, and back to the mat.  Just as she started to imagine the various ways this could go wrong, she felt a firm grip squeeze her shoulder in solidarity.  She looked up at Kim, only to find a derpy grin, and her fingers held up in a V for Victory pose.  Jen barked out a laugh, as much of the lingering tension left her.

"Screw it.  Let's do it."

Jen pulled her top off and tossed it towards her chair; she dropped her bottoms, and kicked them in the same general direction, along with her sandals.  She stepped onto the soft, smooth mat in her red and white sports bra and purple mushroom panties.  "I'm ready.  Shrink me, Claire."

Claire moved past them, pausing to rest her own comforting hand on Jen's shoulder, before stepping up to the central table.  She pulled a card from the pocket of her suit jacket, and slid it into a slot on the front of the case.  Claire placed her thumb on a fingerprint reader, waited a beat, then removed the card.  There was a series of soft, electronic beeps, and then a resonant clicking sound.  Claire turned a pair of keys simultaneously, and the lid popped open.

Jen shook her head at the level of security.  That case could probably survive a tactical nuke.

While Claire set about preparing the shrinking solution, Jen reached out and grabbed Kim by the hand, pulling her closer.  She looked up into her lover's eyes, shifting her gaze away momentarily before she resolved once again to be strong.

"Are you as ready for this as I am?" Jen asked.

Kim cupped Jen's cheek in her hand, pulling her in for a kiss that was firm and resolute.  "You bet your ass I am."  Kim's other hand joined in, cradling Jen's face.  "You're putting up a strong front, I can tell.  I know you're scared about being so small, but you're going to be fine.  I'll protect you, and keep you safe, I promise."  Kim pulled Jen into a tight embrace.  "We talked about all the different ways this could go down, and we were in agreement.  You said you wanted to get the full experience, even feeling helpless at times, so I'll give you what you asked for.  But if you ever, ever get proper scared, remember that I'm always looking out for you."

Kim only pulled back enough to seek Jen's lips with her own, her kiss gentle and tender as a daisy.  The contact was brief,  but their lips reunited a breath later, pushing and maneuvering with passion and purpose.  Before tongues got involved, Kim stiffened and pulled herself back.  Jen sighed and opened her eyes, looking into Kim's passionate brown orbs, only to see a shadow.

What's that about?  We're doing so well together, can't she just enjoy this?

Kim shook her head as if to clear it, before asking an important question.  "If I get too rough, or take things somewhere you're not willing to go, you remember the safe word, right?"

Jen could still see that shadow in Kim's eyes, and she pulled her lover into another hug so she wouldn't have to see it while she answered.  She took a deep breath, and nodded into Kim's voluminous auburn hair.  "Toad.  Short, sweet, and loyal to a fault."

Kim's arms stiffened again, before she sagged a bit.  Jen broke the hug, holding Kim at arm's length, and this time when she looked into her lover's lowered eyes, the shadow was gone, replaced by a touch of guilt.

Kim chewed her lip a moment, then met Jen's eyes.  She took a deep breath, then recommended that Jen do the same.

"Take a deep breath.  You will be fine.  I promise I'll only go a couple rounds before I toggle off god mode."  Kim bit her lip again, before nodding, as if she decided something.  "Titania mentioned she might want to get in on some of this action.  Are you still good with that?  With her and I both full size, or with both of us climbing all over her?"

Jen was a little surprised, but she nodded.  After all the dates she'd gone on, who was she to tell off her lover for bringing another woman into their bed.  Besides, Titty was hot, and seemed like a good time.  Jen liked the older woman's enthusiasm, and suddenly found herself wondering if she could drum up more subscribers if she could honestly say she had sex with a giant succubus.

Or maybe I just want tobe able to say I had sex with a giant succubus?  Yeah, it's probably that one...  Ooh, if I spin it right, since succubi are considered monsters, and she'll be giant compared to me, I could say I fucked a kaiju!

Kim tapped a suddenly exciteable Jen on the shoulder, and nodded towards Claire, who had come back with a syringe in hand.

"Ready?" she asked. 

Jen nodded and stepled out of their loose embrace.  "Yeah.  You bet your ass I am.  Time for the X-Rated minish dungeon!"

Kim barked out a laugh, and even Claire chuckled at that.  The professor showed Jen the syringe, measured to half a milliliter of solution, and then pointed it towards her mouth.  "Open up and say 'ahhh.'"

Elise was getting anxious, waiting for her opportunity.  Patience was a skill in which she was well versed, but this current course of non-action was in pursuit of completing an objective assigned to another.  This course of action introduced needless risk of discovery, and potentially derailed her actual objective if Aidra was called into play before expected. 

Still, the unit had been outfitted with a pair of vacuum-sealed, needle-tipped, 5 ml sample collection vials designed with break-away tips.  When the needle penetrated something solid - like flesh for a blood sample, or the cap of a bottle, for example - a tiny piece of metal on the tip would deform, and be sucked into the absolute vacuum inside the vial, closely followed by whatever fluid the needle had entered.

Elise had the capacity to get a sample, and an opportunity could present itself at any moment.  After all...

That's gotta be where they're storing the shrinking solution, she thought to herself.  The eggs laid by the golden goose sat mere feet away from the infiltration unit's hiding spot.  This was too good an opportunity to pass up, if only...  Wait.

Claire Barnette, the professor, was walking this way.  She removed a card from her pocket, put it in the case, and then placed her finger on a scanner, before removing the card.

"Damn," Elise muttered to herself.  Talking to oneself was a bad habit for someone in the corporate espionage business, but ever since she got these drones from GREENEWORKS, the bad habit she'd quashed during her training for the CIA had once again reared its ugly head.

"This is gonna be a tough one.  I'll have to acquire or copy the card, get a close-up visual of her fingerprint, and climb on top of the box in full view of the room while I...  No fucking way!"

Elise all but jumped for joy when Claire turned away with the loaded syringe, and walked over to Jen.  She had left the case open. 

Elise wasted no more time, and sent her infiltration unit to clamber against the side of the box, until the front legs hooked on the lip.  A few desperate moments of scrabbling later, she was in. 

Even before the infiltration unit was fully into the case, Elise had toggled open the bay doors on the bottom of the unit.  The collection vials descended on multi-jointed arms in anticipation of taking samples.

What should I grab?  There are so many bottles!  All around the unit were medicinal bottles, most of them labeled with fantastical names like "Paladin's Courage," "Pixie's Cheer," "Forgotten Promise," or "Born Again Virgin."  A few vials had fallen over as the unit clambered into the case, the caps pointed towards the infiltration unit. 

There are two right in front of the unit, in perfect harvesting position.  Once again, it's as if Fate itself wishes for Miss Vane's dreams to become reality. 

The sealed vials darted forward, the break-away tips snapping as the needles pierced the tops of the bottles.  The solution inside was quickly sucked into the vacuum of the empty collection bottles.  Once they were full, Elise quickly retracted them, and turned the infiltration unit around. 

As she did so, the bottom camera got a glimpse at the labels on the bottles from which she'd harvested.  On one, she read "Shrinki-" and on the other, she read "king Soluti."  She didn't get the sizes, but she had confirmed she had 10 ml of shrinking solution onboard.  Once again, Fate smiles on Victoria Vane.  Now she just had to fulfill her primary objective - bringing Aidra up to full functionality.

The infiltration unit clambered over bottles and back out of the case, even before the bay doors on the bottom of the unit had closed.  It landed on the table with a light series of "thunks" that went unheard over the ambient noises in the room, and Elise darted the infiltration unit to the back edge of the table.  An about face and a couple minutes later, the infiltration unit was back on the floor, creeping its way towards the hentai bed, and beyond it, to Aidra. 

Elise had her samples, and was back on target.  Now she just had to get the microSD cards installed in Aidra' new control board, and Elise could call her mission a complete success.