When they had sex, there were no taboos. That's how he liked it. And she did too.

Paul was sexually addicted to his wife, his sex goddess!

Sex only with her. He loved her. And especially the "making love," as the Americans call it.

She loved him too, so: "Everything's fine," as they say? Well, it wasn't that simple. She liked him very much, admired him for his professional successes. He, a senior engineer, on his way to the top of the corporation. That's how she saw him. She could look up to him. And that's why she loved him.

He, however, loved her physical attractiveness and would have loved to have sex with her every day and every night. Unfortunately, she didn't want it that way...

It wasn't "all good" between the two of them, but what married couple could ever say that?

They were compatible, just not when it came to the darned subject of sex. Not quite, but "everything's fine"...

Yes, she did enjoy having sex with him. But, she'd told him often enough: "I don't need it as often as you do" – "... women, after all..." Paul thought.

So far, so normal, the two of them.

What is normal in a so-called heterosexual relationship? This question has been under consideration ever since thinking human couples began to exist. Unfortunately, there's still no answer in sight.

What is "normal" in sex? Even on this question, opinions are divided to this day. Sorry: after "pc," "frau" correctly refers to the noun "Geister" as "Geister*innende" (ghosts), or, as it's actually meant here: "Experten*Innende" (experts).

[difficult to understand, even for Germans, but unfortunately this is officially the German new gender spelling - worse, worse improvement]

These actors are known to be multiplying. Just as the unsolved problems in sexology are miraculously multiplying – literature on the subject is abundant and multiplying in libraries and on the bargain tables of supermarkets (sex guides and the like), with their thousands of theories. And the number is growing daily. And no one (PC: no one) can see through it anymore. Who really knows the answer to the question: What is good and what is evil?

The two of them didn't read such books. And if they did, they only read for their careers, what they had to. And they had their smartphones and the flat screen in the living room with a streaming subscription to pass the time.

"Sex" was actually their only marital problem, and even with that, they were a perfectly normal couple.

They had tried almost everything sexually that is considered "normal" today, almost everything, found some "good" and others "less good." And figured out what each of them enjoyed.

Paul had to adapt to their sexual peculiarities. That was no problem for a modern, educated man like Paul. Everyone knows the dogma of his original guilt for heterosexual loss of desire: "There are no frigid women, there are only clumsy men." So it would always be his fault if things didn't go so well during sex, with her.

That may be true. That Paul was to blame. Let's take "69" as an example: Paul really liked it and always ejaculated. Or rather, he ejaculated at some point. But unfortunately, it was early, too early, as she said: "It won't take long for you, I need a little longer."

By the time she lay on top of him, he was already at 90 percent. But then she started, at zero or even lower... Depending on her mood (worst case for him: agreed to it only for his sake, with desire in the negative percentage range).

That was the crux of the matter. That's why Katrin had found the "69" to be "less good" and, if she did it, did it with rather moderate pleasure, definitely as a reward for Paul, to do something good for him, rather than for her own pleasure.

When she lay down on him again, listlessly, and began to "blow him" ("69"), as they say, he briefly freed his mouth to advise her: "Why don't you just stop, I'm about to come... and then you'll be angry again. I've told you many times. If you keep chewing on my cock like that when I can lick you down here, you shouldn't be surprised if I come right away, I'm sorry." She: "Ummph..." She had stopped, had released his penis from her mouth: "I want to have my fun too..."

Good thing, he wasn't listening to her anymore, her thighs against his ears, he couldn't understand anything of it, acoustically, barely hear anything clearly of what she was trying to tell him from above: "Paul, caught, think about it, you always imagine you're my little man?! I'd chew on you too, again: I don't think you'd like that. You wouldn't have fun. But maybe I'd like that someday? And I'd always do it beforehand, with you, especially because then you'd be really slobbery. Or I'd dip you in the pot. So you'd really slippery down there with me. I like it nice and wet down there. And then I'd push you in, try it a little first, slowly a little further and then until I come, in, out, in, out...

…You bet I'd do that to you. Your stupid fantasy! I think you'd squeal if you had to watch all that. Imagine the size difference! But I wouldn't want to hear your whining. I'd only think about myself. Actually, that wouldn't be so bad for me? Hot idea: I might take a break sometimes, take a sip of Prosecco, but then I'd keep going, I'd use you until I was satisfied. Think about it. Hello, were you even listening to me?"

He hadn't heard everything, just snatches of words, but enough to understand that it was just the same old story: that she was saying he should be glad he'd never get what he so desperately wanted, to be small, and she simply replied, "Yeah, yeah, maybe, it's just a fantasy of mine. But please leave my cock alone if I'm supposed to stay active down here for a while longer." Then she finally came again. A rare event.

After he came, he lost interest in her pussy, always. Finished. Even in 69. He would then effortlessly lift her thighs and twist out from under her. Usually leaving her unsatisfied, unfortunately, as I said. Katrin wasn't light, as fit and rather tall as she was, but he was also an athletic man with muscles and a six-pack. They both drove to yoga class twice a week, did power yoga, or this German Pilates (check out https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_H._Pilates).

That's why she loved it when she could take control in bed. Then she finally came almost every time. That's how it should be, she thought. That's why she liked riding him, but unfortunately, even then, he often came too early. In her opinion, too early. The problem remained unresolved because Paul was too lazy to read her online tips about "training his ejaculation behavior..." and so on. She thought it was "normal these days for men to educate themselves on that." Why did he "let himself go like that" in that situation?

Conclusion: Not that Katrin was sexually unsatisfied in her marriage—but as satisfied with her sex life as Paul was with his, no, she wasn't. And it was his fault. Katrin saw it that way.

They both liked it when he licked her, down there, between her legs. From down there, he admired her beautiful, full breasts, her pelvis, which sometimes happily joined in, rubbing his nose with her curly hair. He felt her smooth, strong thighs against his ears, so full of life and strength. And he loved that smell down there.

She fulfilled his wish to turn on the light in the bedroom beforehand. He was a visual person. When he mumbled between her legs, "...I want to be your little Thumbelinius and wander around you, then you would be my whole world..." – from above came something like, "No, you don't want to. You wouldn't like that."

He loved everything about her; he was infatuated with his beautiful wife.

During sex, he liked to bring his imagination into play, verbally, by constantly presenting her with new, fantastic ideas. Arousing images also came to her... Yes, she liked to play along when he told her his made-up stories, both loudly and quietly. He was a tender man. She also admired his imagination. She sometimes loved hearing him wish he could walk over her beautiful body like that thumb-man, balancing on her lovely legs.

Then again, he whispered his wish to be able to tickle her small, pink, giant nipples as a homunculus, and then finally be stuffed into her pussy in the grand finale until their shared climax. It made him happy when she added, "If you stray too far from my back, I'll nudge you into my crotch as punishment. You can ride the slide there, but the end of the slide would definitely be terrible for you."

Yes, these ideas aroused her too, somehow. But he only spoke to her like that during sex, not at the table and—never this shame—not at family gatherings. It was their secret, and it should remain so; they could trust each other.

Maybe she liked his thoughts, which created sexy images in her head, because they aroused the idea of ​​him, so small and powerless, being sexually at her mercy? So completely helpless? And, literally, in her hands, reduced to an object of desire, a means of her desire?

She would then truly have complete control over their lovemaking, she would literally have the course of events in her hands, no matter how long it took her to reach climax! Certainly with breaks sometimes, regardless of whether he had already "come" or not – she would ultimately come, absolutely surely, always, every time!

Absolutely surely, because "if necessary," she could practically do it herself, making love to him, recklessly...?

Imagining it had excited her, but she also thought to herself: "What naughty thoughts I'm having... Luckily for him, all of this remains just a fantasy! Paul doesn't even know what would happen to him, he has no idea..."

So she repeatedly told him what a nutcase he was in her eyes, because if his dreams came true, they would be nothing but terrible nightmares for him, without a doubt. What's more, they would be horror experiences come true for him day after day, instead of dreamed-up erotic pleasures, that was as clear as day, both of them agreed. But he always replied: "I don't care, it's just a fantasy, I enjoy it..." If it became real, a game that had turned out badly for him, she thought: "You wouldn't have sex in real life, it's over and done with – but I would have sex," she would usually conclude.

She thought he should be glad it would remain just a fantasy. But she admitted that she still enjoyed imagining it.

Then came this "27/XT." Suddenly it was there. At first, it seemed like a bad joke, then panic spread. Finally, people gradually learned to live with it, even today; somehow, life in the states of the "values-based West" had to go on.

The media was full of it, reporting in text and images about what happened to the shrunken people. A cool topic, so to speak. Even the children knew about it, by and large. It remained mysterious nonetheless, especially what happened to the many disappeared...

They said the Chinese had developed it? And apparently distributed it almost exclusively in the Western world, "to destroy the democratic, free world, economically, the evil intent of really, really, really bad guys doing terrible things every day in this evil, evil country," Trump said.

Well, whether Trump was once again exaggerating is a moot point; it's irrelevant here. Just one more thing: It primarily affected men, old white men, and young men too – if so, then only if they were financially powerful and successful men, at least initially, rich men.

Initially, these stupid rich men bought it as an expensive sex drug, taking it voluntarily! Later, that would change, fundamentally. Because it became cheap. And above all, there were the first "accidents" and horror stories. Nobody took it voluntarily anymore. Because that would be stupid, a horror trip with no return ticket. Or would it? - Exceptions prove the rule...

Later, there were these attacks with 27/XT. Out of malice and many other motives.

Today, it's a mass plague and is causing a serious "skilled labor shortage" in the so-called Western world.

There are many rumors. Who knows what's true about them? That it was the Americans themselves? Coming from a Californian laboratory, financed with US taxpayer money, the ringleaders of the well-paid poisoning squad were supposed to be "woke gender studies profs"?

The origin remained unclear; "Chinese suffragettes," said Trump. The WHO said: "Only a state could create something like this and then remain unidentified as the originator."

The motive for the production of 27/XT is therefore quite likely war. Version A of the weapon of war: against the West or version B: against men; version C...XYZ will not be discussed further here.

One more thing: There was also this proven human trafficking, increasingly, unfortunately, the motive: pure money-making. Sad for those affected, a huge business for the criminals.

It probably goes without saying that this malignant gene therapy only works on men. Another indication that it is a biological weapon.

27/XT remodels the organism in such a way that – depending on the version – at the end of the shrinking process, the poor victim will be between 10 and 30 cm short, usually with all organs functioning properly, which is good for the unfortunate ones who, for whatever reason, have been affected. They are not "disabled" after the shrinking, apart from the handicaps caused by their small size. At first glance, the dwarves seem to be doing well, at least organically, purely physically.

But we all know about the misery of these people; they are often driven to madness; the TV reports are legion. Some can handle it, most are put away (please forgive my cynicism) and either have a problem with it or not. "What is one man's owl is another man's nightingale" as the old Low German saying goes.

The deciding factor for the poor fellow's well-being: Who will take the shrunken one? It also depends on the social environment of those affected; the process of stature loss already creates a need for care, increasing until the point of complete helplessness. This is particularly bitter for young men who still wanted to live their lives.

The feminists dismissed the idea: It's not that bad. They pointed to femicides around the world and the millennia-long suffering of women under men's violence. Now, for a few individuals, things would be reversed, as a counterbalance; now only justice would be served to the perpetrators, far too little.

Many women around the world, for example, would have an even lower life expectancy than the shrunken men, accidents aside: The dwarves would stay fit, and even gain a certain level of fitness through this gene treatment, without any exercise at all! Incidentally, it's still unclear why this is so. Certain things are simply irrelevant for research, but the social sciences are now receiving endless research contracts.

Even more advantageous for the dwarves would be their fascinating ability to absorb oxygen through their skin, which they would gain during the shrinking process. The result: suffocation and drowning would be virtually impossible if a certain level of oxygen is available in their environment, whether dissolved or free.

This, in any case, is well understood, and scientists agree on why this is so: Relative to the volume of the organism, the surface area, i.e., the skin, is extremely large for a human being, even if they are so small. Worms are also known to get enough air to breathe for this reason, even without lungs. And the combustion of food works when there is enough oxygen in the blood, regardless of where it comes from. This would be another advantage for men. Worldwide, 347.3 women and girls drown every day because the international community does not provide sufficient funding for girls' swimming lessons...

Next, this wonderful fact should be mentioned: There were no fall injuries among the gene therapy victims, regardless of the height from which they fell, provided they were under a certain maximum height. In any case, no injuries from falls have been reported.

The exact number of girls falling daily was not statistically quantifiable, which was a shame for feminists, but women lack such protection (an old German saying goes: "If a virgin falls, she falls on her back", meaning that fallen wayward girls), which is another patriarchal injustice leading to preventable femicides.

The counter to this was that even dwarves have indeed been killed thousands of times over, by impact, by being thrown (statistically almost 100% female!) against a house wall, for example, which causes severe injuries to the little ones, just as it would be the case for extremely heavy women (for example, thrown against a wall by mechanical force). Therefore, no advantage for men can usually be seen here.

Furthermore, it is worth considering: shrunken men cannot fall to their deaths without outside help, however much they sometimes wish to do so because of their suffering. Many wish for death, as we know.

It's easy to explain why these genetically modified men are allowed to enjoy this fall protection. It doesn't require so-called experts. Rather, even the knowledge of a high school student is sufficient: It's like an ant. It doesn't fall to its death either.

Physically speaking, the braking air resistance during the free fall of small creatures is excessively large, relative to the relatively low weight force involved. The low weight force can therefore, so to speak, not compete with the braking force of the high air resistance. The resulting acceleration therefore remains low, and so does the falling speed.

Shrunken men float to the ground. Although it is subjectively a great shock for them at first: The air rushes past their small ears, and the fall from this subjectively great height is perceived as life-threatening (until they get used to it, then, after a certain amount of training, it can actually be quite pleasurable for the dwarves, for example, to jump from a table).

Thus, tall people (here in the defenestration accident) are equivalent to elephants being thrown from the Eiffel Tower (this is purely a thought experiment, and no animals were killed as a result, and in particular, no elephants were injured). Short people would roughly correspond to ants in terms of their respective risk of injury.

All normal people now decided that shrinking like that was undesirable. Ergo, Paul wasn't "normal," at least not according to the generally accepted definitions of normal desires.

Paul wasn't normal because he had decided to take the stuff, voluntarily. 27/XT was easy to obtain. It worked through the skin, and the required dose was barely a cubic centimeter in volume.

He accepted the fact that he wouldn't be able to socialize with other people anymore. Katrin would be enough for him as company. He could happily do without his professional life: It was no longer enjoyable. Always just money, money, money!

And she would earn enough for both of them, since he would hardly use anything in the future.

And when all this "me too" bullshit spilled over from America, even most women had become almost unbearable (as had often been the case with his male colleagues before, he thought): A little flirtation at the copier? He laughed bitterly. On the contrary, women were becoming dangerous for his career.

He always left his office door open when a female colleague was with him for a short meeting; that also came from the USA – that tip. Being alone with a female colleague had become extremely dangerous here, too. It was always good to have witnesses if necessary. He left the elevator when a female colleague entered and he would be alone with her. He was certainly being hit on, by women but increasingly by men too. And these bimbos (also gays, etc.) were no longer to be trusted, he thought. When one of those (m/f/d) felt her pride was hurt, she was happy to make things up. And then he had to hear from colleagues what lies she had made up about him. It had happened to him several times, things like that.

No, he could do without that, he had his Katrin.

He had decided: Only sex in his life! No more obligations! Dolce Vita.

Katrin would have to accept that he would inexorably shrink; she would have no other choice; she would have to come to terms with the facts. She would continue to love him. And he would love her too.

His plan was well-rounded and coherent. He thought...