"That was the smallest size they carried," Claire said as she watched Bill, putting aside half of his mini-pizza.

"Into the fridge it goes," she said as she picked the untouched slices from Bill's plate and the couple she hadn't eaten herself.

"You look so depressed," said the girl as she looked at her two-foot-tall boyfriend. "Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"

"You could make me normal again," he said.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that. But don't be so rash," she said to him. "There are many advantages to your size."

"Such as?" he asked. "If you're talking about the pizza, I don't even feel very hungry now."

"Like…" she said as she lifted her shirt, "Look how big these must look to you," the girl added as she flaunted her tits to her shrunken boyfriend, the ample globes bouncing from her arms and shoulders movements.

"Please..." said Bill, purposely looking away from the awe-inspiring spectacle. "The last thing I need right now is to become horny again."

"Why is that? Afraid to shrink some more?" she teased him as she sat on the edge of his chair.

"What's so bad about becoming small, anyway?" she purred. She picked him up and placed him on her lap. Since she was only wearing a particularly small pair of shorts, he was, naked, sitting right on her bare legs. To make matters worse, his face was clashing with her breasts, so that his desire for her skyrocketed again.

"I'm small enough as it is," he whimpered. "I don't need to get even smaller than I am."

"But why?" she said as she pressed him against her body. "Is my big, big body not nice to you? Wouldn't it be even nicer if it was bigger? Think about it, you could sleep between my boobs, or watch tv with me from my cleavage."

"Claire," he said, half turned on and half disturbed by her words. "What would you want to do in my situation?"

"I would be happy I had such a nice and beautiful girlfriend to take care of me," she giggled. "And I think you actually are. No matter how small you get, Bill, you can always count on me… and the smaller you get, the easier it is for me to keep an eye on you."

In a way, he found her words true, but Bill was also afraid of dwindling in size again, and losing what little agency he still possessed.

"Claire..." he protested as she hugged him tightly.

"I know my little man," she said. "I know he wants to be with me and he doesn't mind shrinking even more if he's with his girl. Even though he has to act tough because he still feels like a big boy."

Her soft way of speaking was hypnotizing him. He knew he could never resist her in the long run.

"I love you, you know Bill?"

"I love you too..."

She lifted him in front of her face, then she lowered herself onto his crotch.

He moaned as he felt her gigantic lips squeezing his rock-hard dick.

"It looks like you want to shrink some more after all," she cooed as she rolled his two-inch dick between her lips.

"Claire... I'll become even smaller," he cried, and at the same time, he shivered with pleasure. He felt her moist tongue on his member, at the same time licking his crotch area and balls, while her plump lips closed in on him, gently sucking on the small, but throbbing cock.

"That's okay with me," the brunette said. "Now shut up and enjoy."

He couldn't help but obey. The pleasure was simply too overbearing. The woman he had been with for the last year and a half knew the secrets of his own body better than anyone else. Even when shrunk, she was able to give him a standout blowjob. Actually, since he shrunk like that, her huge mouth and lips had become particularly rewarding to his sensitive member. He came over her lips and watched the girl lick the tiny load of sperm up.

One moment later, Claire felt his body getting lighter. Her smiling face looked at the doll-sized man she was holding. He had lost another eight inches and was now about one foot six.

The brunette picked the man up and escorted him to their bedroom. "I'm so tired. It was a long day," she said. She went to sleep, one arm on her side, another over Bill's tiny body.

*

It was a frightening awakening for Bill. The towering brunette over him was shouting: "Wake up, jerk!"

He saw her angry look as he opened his eyes. He couldn't help but protect his face as he saw her reaching to pick him up.

"Look at this," she said. She was holding him by his chest with her right hand and a piece of paper on her left. Bill took a look at the paper: it was the bill from the grocery store that he visited a few days ago. "So?" he asked, the fear of his girlfriend instantly removing any trace of drowsiness from his system.

"It says, 12:33," she said. "You said that you couldn't answer my calls because you were at the store then, but all my calls were between 4 and 5 PM!"

Bill tried to remain composed to find a way to cover the lies he told his girlfriend, although mostly he internally cursed at her for having dug that fucking thing from the trash.

"So what?" he made up. "I went twice that day. I forgot something the first time, so I had to go back in the afternoon."

"Very convenient explanation," she said. "Of course, the only bill that's left is the one from the morning."

"Yeah, I must have tossed the other one somewhere else. I may have even left it at the store. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Bill," she said in an increasingly grave tone. "Don't lie to me. That afternoon, you did not answer my calls, then lied to me about what you were doing. It was the same day you told me you shrank, which means you had an orgasm that day. And…"

She produced another piece of paper. "The next afternoon, you got to the laundry shop to clean our couch cover. Bill..." She wasn't removing her gaze from his eyes for one small second. "You never once bothered to clean one piece of anything in the year we've lived together. I even have to clean your own underwear. I don't mind doing that, of course." The volume of her voice suddenly increased. "BUT YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN WHY THE FUCK YOU WANTED TO CLEAN THE FUCKING COUCH COVER WHICH WASN'T EVEN THAT DIRTY IN THE FIRST PLACE ON THE DAY AFTER YOU SHRUNK DOWN?"

Bill froze. She had caught him red-handed. It would have been really hard to get out of this situation, but he figured that he could've managed to if only he could come up with a convincing explanation.

"Well..." he said, desperately trying to make up a coherent story. "I told you I jerked off that day. That's why I shrank. I came on the couch. It was five days since I last came, so there really was a lot of, huh, stuff coming out," he continued, making stuff up as he went. "I found it really gross, of course."

Her shouting got even louder next. He was showered in the spittle that came out of her mouth as she gave him the hairdryer treatment. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF GREAT EXCUSES FOR ME. DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME THIS BLONDE HAIR THAT WAS STUCK TO THE BACK OF THE COUCH THEN?"

"Fuck," Bill thought. Now this was really bad. "It must be from the woman that came to pick up the dirty cover," he made up. "I couldn't get out at the size I was, so I called to have it picked up."

"THEY DON'T EVEN DO THAT KIND OF SERVICE," she yelled.

"That's why I had to pay them twice the regular price!" he explained, able to speak the truth for once.

Claire's breathing seemed to slow down for a bit. Even her voice calmed. She placed the man back on the bed.

"I'm going to check out this laundry shop," she told him. "In case there's not a blonde woman whose hair length matches this one working there... you're going to be sorry."

Bill silently watched Claire get dressed as he panicked about the situation. The person who came to pick up his couch was a middle-aged brunette. He didn't know if any blondes worked in that shop... but these hypothetical women would have had to share the same color and length of hair as Alana to convince Claire. The possibilities were slim, but the chances of him getting killed or seriously hurt if she discovered he had cheated on her were way too high not to take the risk.

"Come on baby… what if she dyed her hair, or got a haircut?" he said, following her to the front door. "Come on Claire, be reasonable!"

But the girl wasn't listening to him. She left and slammed the door behind her. As soon as she left, he considered calling them to bribe them into lying to his girlfriend... but his phone was nowhere to be found. Claire must have brought it with her on purpose.

Just when he thought everything was going to collapse, he heard the doorbell ringing. "It's me, Bill," he heard Alana's voice calling. "Open the door."

"Wait a minute!" he said. He carried a stool next to the door and jumped on it so that he could turn the doorknob. The giant blonde then appeared in front of him.

"Holy..." she gasped as she caught a glimpse of his new size. "You two had fun yesterday, huh?" she added with a malicious smile.

"Alena, I'm screwed," the tiny man cried. "I don't know what to do."

"How about hiding at my place?" she asked. Unsure of what to do, Bill didn't resist when she picked him up.

"Just get my keys and wallet!" he said.

"Sure. Where are they?" she asked.

"They should be both on that shelf up there."

"Quite out of your reach," she said as she put the little man down so that she could look for his belongings. "Hmm, they're not here, handsome. Any other place I should look?"

"Damnit! Claire must have taken those too!" he cried.

"What a devil that girl is," sighed Alana. "We'll get them later then," she said as she got in front of him.

He looked up to her, admiring at the same time at her black panties showing up under her short skirt. "Wait!" he said. "I'm not sure this is the right thing to do."

"Why?" said the blonde. "She'll fucking kill you once she comes back."

"Yeah but," explained Bill, "she's the only one who can feed me the antidote for my shrinking. If I cut ties with her, I'm bound to keep shrinking forever."

"You think she'll just act nicely and let you get back to your normal life once she's back? She found us out, Bill. And she's a psycho. Not a good outlook, if you ask me. Anyways, I'd rather be one foot tall and alive than killed by Claire, but that's just me."

Alana's words sounded reasonable, but Bill still wasn't convinced. Going with Alana at that moment meant giving up almost any hope of returning to normal soon.

"I'll be late for work if you don't decide," she pressured him. "You need to make a decision now."

Bill was torn. On one hand, the possibility of going with Alana now, escaping Claire's rage and hiding at her place didn't seem too bad compared to the other choice. However, if he chose to do that, he would've probably lost any possibility of receiving the antidote from Claire.

"Well, if you don't want to make a decision, I'll make it for you," she said as she picked Bill up and carried him outside. She closed the door of his house, then brought him to her own place. "By the way, that girlfriend of yours is fucking Sherlock Holmes. It's only a shame she's such a psycho and uses her smarts for her evil conjectures."

He was placed on a chair in the living room. "I'll help you sort this situation out when I'm back from work," she said. "Make yourself at home in the meanwhile."

And she blew him a kiss before she left.

*

Ten minutes or so later, Bill heard Claire storming back inside. He heard her screaming his name and calling him all kinds of epithets. He shuddered to think what would've happened to him had he remained there. His heart pounded as he heard Claire buzzing on the door of Alana's house.

"I know you're in there," she yelled. "Get out."

He remained silent, cowering into the chair he was sitting on and hoping she would leave. She did, then she came back, an hour or so later, her speech changed into a sweeter tone.

"Billy? I know you're in there, please listen to me. Come out, let's just start things over again. I'll give you the antidote and we'll go back to our old life, it'll be so nice. Come on Bill... come out. I can't live without you, Bill. I'll kill myself if you don't come out, Bill, I..."

She eventually left. He didn't hear much from her for the following hours. He started to fear that she really had killed herself. But he heard her talking on the phone in the late afternoon, minutes before leaving the house to go, most likely, to the gym.

At least she was still alive.

At 7 PM Alana was back. "Shit, I'm tired," she complained as she looked at little Bill standing on the chair. "How are you feeling, little buddy?"

He gave her an account of Claire's actions throughout the day, and of what he did to pass the time.

"You must be starving," said the blond woman. "Let me make you something nice."

"Please, don't worry about me," said Bill, recognizing how beaten the woman looked. "Anything will be fine."

But Alana began carrying herself through the kitchen, making another one of her tasty dinners for the both of them.

As they had just finished eating, Claire returned to Alana's door, ready to spur more drama.

"Give him back," she said as the blonde woman opened the door.

"Give who back?"

"You know! You stole my man, you filthy... you…"

"Enough," she said. "I didn't steal anyone. No one is here at all except for me."

"Then let me take a look."

"No, you can't come in," said the blonde.

"I know he's in there!" said the brunette. "You kidnapped him, there's no way he would've chosen you over me."

"That's just what you think, kid."

"You old hag!"

"Get out of my face, psycho bitch!" said Alana as she shut the door in Claire's face.

Claire gave up on getting Bill back for the night and disappeared somewhere unknown. Alana yawned as she went to do the dishes.

When she came back, she looked at Bill with an eloquent face. "You should know me by now," said the blonde. "I'm helping you out of the kindness in my heart, but I still have my needs. I give you two choices, little man. Either you move with me to the bedroom, and please me to the best of your abilities, or you'll have to hide in some closet as I call one of my buddies to do what you can't."

Bill remained silent for a second, although there was no doubt in his mind about what he would've rather done.

"Come on, little man, let's go to my room. You'll have to work extra hard to make me forget I'm not with some six-foot-tall stud."

She removed her clothes and jumped on the bed naked. "You could start by rubbing my feet. I've been walking all day and I could really use someone to tend to them for a while."

Sheepishly, Bill walked to Alana's soles and started servicing her left foot. At his current height, the woman's giant foot was half his size, her toes reaching over his groin. He kneeled in front of her sole, his tiny hands rubbing with extraordinary vigor to pleasure the demanding giantess. However, Bill's efforts seemed to satisfy the woman, as her approving moans indicated. "Mmm... not bad for a little man. A little kiss or two wouldn't hurt, you know?"

And so Bill kneeled to kiss the gigantic blonde's feet, which made her giggle with delight. "Don't stop," she said. "Kiss momma's feet some more. Show her your love." And Bill kept kissing her meaty soles, and then her rounded, slender toes. "Do they stink?" she asked. "I would hope not."

"No," lied the tiny man, as he kept kissing and suckling the blonde giantess's toes.

"Right answer," said Alana. "Keep going. You're making me want to keep you forever, you know?"

At some point, Alana decided that little Bill had done enough for her feet. "Now," she sighed. "Open that drawer, and get the purple one"

Bill obeyed and jumped down from the bed. The blonde woman complacently looked at him swiftly executing her commands like a little robot. The man picked up a huge dildo with both arms, tossed it onto the bed, and then climbed back onto it. He found Alana waiting for him with her legs spread.

"Come on," she said. "Push it inside."

Bill obeyed. He kneeled in front of the woman, the dildo sliding into her wet vagina as he pushed it inside. "It's too heavy for me, Alana..."

The woman sighed. "You're so weak." With one hand she pulled the dildo from Bill's arm and started pleasuring herself with the thick baton. Her other hand then picked Bill up.

"Look at me, having to use a plastic dildo because you can't carry your weight in bed," she scolded him. Then she picked his small dick between her lips, sucking him off at the same time as she pleasured herself.

"Alana... I'll shrink," he protested.

"Shut up, Small," she said. "After all I did for you today the least you could do is to accept shrinking down a bit for me."

"You want me to shrink more?" he asked in desperation. "But why?"

"Think about it, Small," she said as she licked and sucked his dick. "Think about the things you could do for me once you get to the same size as that thing."

"You just want to use me? Is that why you picked me up from Claire's home?"

"No, I also wanted to save you from her. And I still do. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't get some fun in the meantime. It's only fair. Now shut up and let me do my job."

What a Deja Vu. Alana kept sucking on the tiny man while her dildo ravaged the insides of her swollen cunt. Her technique was different than Claire's, showing her experience, and her enjoyment was visible, although she was still double-tasking with her other hand getting busy between her legs.

It didn't take long for him to blow his load on the blonde woman's tongue. As she tasted the cum drops in her mouth, she placed his shrunken body on her tits, soft pillows for the doll-sized man. And as she reached climax, she pressed him onto her chest, making sure his mouth was circling her well-erect nipple.

She moaned lightly, squishing the man against her tits. Then she tossed him in between her legs. "You are almost the perfect size," she said with some satisfaction. "Now lick me clean, little slave."

As she fell asleep with his body tightly clutched between her legs, Bill wondered if he hadn't placed himself in an even worse situation by escaping to Alana's house. The woman was acting in a completely selfish way once he had gotten his hands on his shrunken body. He needed to find a way to convince her to help him get the antidote, or possibly escape and find help from someone else. Her legs, at least, were a more comfortable accommodation than most for him, and he found himself forgetting his worries for a while and managing to fall asleep after some time.

The next morning, she acted nice to him again. She kissed him sweetly and prepared him breakfast and coffee. Then, as usual, she had to leave for work. "Rest up, little man. I want you to be ready for tonight."

He spent the day watching TV and dozing off on her couch. When she came back, she brought the little man to the bathroom, where she undressed in front of him. He admired the show the gigantic woman provided as she removed her tank top and shorts, which both flew on the floor next to him. Her bra was next, letting her generous tits bare. Finally, she lowered her panties, pink with the word "HOT" written onto them in black as she glanced unequivocally at Bill. She aimed at him, managing to send the smelly panties right on top of his head.

"Strike!" she cheered as she watched poor little Bill struggling to get free from her pair of panties. "Like your new dress?" she mocked him. Finally, Bill managed to throw Alana's dirty panties on the ground.

"You don't even reach to my knees, Small," she said as she walked towards him.

"I wonder whose fault was that," he observed.

"Are you saying I'm too sexy for you to resist?" she asked. "I thought you would've liked to take a shower with me, but I'm not sure you'll get out of it at the same size you're now..."

She turned the water on. The stream washed Alana's body, then Bill received the secondhand water dripping out from the giantess.

"My feet are so tired, Bill..." she cried as she washed her armpits. "Please... send them some love."

The little man began to kneel in front of her wet feet, and he began to kiss them. "Clean'em up," she ordered as she squeezed some soap onto her foot. The man began to rub the blonde's foot energetically, scrubbing her dead cells away and removing the dirt from under her toes.

Watching the little thing submitting at her foot made Alana proud. She was the kind of woman who never got anywhere in life. The one thing that managed to make her feel important sometimes was her looks. She didn't finish her studies and never had a very good job. She was used to metaphorically kiss other people's feet all the time. That's why she appreciated having someone like Bill, who was young and educated, to boss around. He was so obedient, too, and Alana could thank Claire for having started to break down his will.

The blonde kept washing each part of her body. To scrub her privates, she decided to use a special sponge. She picked Bill up and started grinding his whole body against her crotch. As hot water kept falling on her shoulders, she enjoyed the feeling of using Bill. The man, for his part, decided not to protest. There were worse things than being rubbed against a woman's pussy, after all. Feeling particularly naughty, she started rubbing him against her ass, too. She spread her cheeks to let him further in, then she tried to use his leg to stimulate herself anally.

The woman kept pushing Bill between her buttcheeks. Laments began to escape Bill's lips, but they were drowned in the noise of the shower and Alana's own moans. Soon, half of Bill's body was stuck inside her butthole. His whole legs were inside Alana's butt, and then she clenched her cheeks onto his thighs and torso. Bill's entire body was struck by the pull of the blonde woman's ass- she didn't even have to hold him with her hands anymore.

His struggles to get free only increased Alana's pleasure. She had experimented, in the past, with using different kinds of tools to stimulate her ass. A little man, however, was a different story, and different from a full-sized cock too. Different body parts moving at the same time created a unique form of pleasure, one that she was glad she could experiment with.

It was hard for her to end a shower like that one. But she was starting to get hungry and weak. She had to pull Bill out of her ass and give him an extra round of cleaning. Then, after putting some clean clothes on, she made an abundant dinner just like the previous night. After she was finished doing the dishes and fantasizing about how she would've liked to spend the evening, the doorbell rang again.

"Who's there?" Alana asked as she walked on her bare feet to the door.