Dr. Fisher sat at his desk, a large stack of papers sitting in front of him. He twirled the ice cubes around in his glass absentmindedly, occasionally taking a sip or two of the scotch that sat at the bottom. To his right, a large opening in the wall where he entered and exited was closed off, allowing him a luxury he took for granted when he was full sized; privacy. Taking another sip of his drink, he couldn’t help but remember to back when scotch didn’t taste like this. During his studies, he had found that the shrinking process caused by Minonia had an affect on his taste buds, causing things like his favorite scotch, for instance, to take on a slightly more diluted flavor. The effects of alcohol had stayed proportionately the same, but it’s flavor was all but lost to him. Sighing, he put the glass down and stood up. He stretched his body and rubbed his muscles.

“Twenty eight years,” he said, and chuckled to himself.

“It’s a wonder how I’m still sane,” he said, running his hands over his face. He looked up at the ceiling above him, than let his eyes wander around the rest of his office. It was located inside a wall that was inside Dr. Cale’s office, and it was one of the only places where he felt normal. Everything in the room around him was proportional to his height, giving him the illusion that he was still normal sized.

Making his way over to the closing, he peaked through it to see Dr. Cale sitting at her desk, deep in concentration. Her hair fell behind her back and around her shoulders. She had kicked off her shoes, and her bare feet dangled and swayed underneath her desk. Though her face was not showing, he could imagine what it looked. Her nose wrinkled, her eyes squinting, her lips taught in concentration. Dr. Fisher kept staring, admiring the much larger doctor. He hadn’t ever come out and said it, but he had feelings for Dr. Cale, feelings that had arisen through years and years of working together. Feelings he kept deep inside himself, locked away in some deep dark part of him.

Being two inches tall in a world much to big for him was hard for Dr. Fisher. Though over the years he had grown used to it, he would sometimes find himself thinking about how nice it would be to be big again. But what bothered him most was his inability to have a normal relationship. He would often daydream of being big again. Walking over to Dr. Cale, wrapping his arms around her, holding her in loving embrace. She would do the same, feeling safe in his arms. Safe and protected. But it was never to be. He was much too small for any of that, and his research, though progressing well, was far from giving him any solution to his current height. For now, he would have to remain content with watching his beautiful giantess from a distance.

“Michelle, please, don’t do this!”

“You know I have to Joe.”

“Honey, please, have mercy!”

“No, no mercy will be given.”

“No, don’t! Come on, I’m your boyfriend.”

“It’s nothing personal Joe. Try to remember that.”

“Micheeeeeele! Noooo-!”

“8G!”

“Dammit! That was my last friggin battle ship!” Joe cried, ripping the small plastic boat from the board and chucking it away. He then proceeded to kick the other red and white pieces on the board. Michelle giggled as her tiny boyfriend threw a mini tantrum. Once done, he slumped down and turned his back to her, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh come on, Joe, it’s just a board game,” said Michelle, turning the board around so Joe was facing her. She lowered her head so that her eyes were level with Joe, who glared up at her.

“You cheated somehow!” he said, staring into the massive face of Michelle. Giggling, she grabbed Joe and sat back up, holding the wiggling little man in-between her index finger and thumb.

“You are such a sore loser, you know that?” she asked, and Joe grabbed her finger, still a little angry.

“I am not! I just don’t take losing very well,” he said, and Michelle rolled her eyes. She sat back up and leaned against the back of the couch. Glancing over at the clock, her eyes grew wide.

“Oh wow, 10:00 already! Man it got late fast,” she said. Joe, still in her hand, looked down and immediately regretted it. The floor below him was far enough down that a fall from here would either cripple him or kill him. He stopped struggling and wrapped his legs and arms around her index finger.

“Michelle!” he said, his eyes closed. She looked at Joe to see his body wrapped around her finger, eyes closed and shaking. Her eyes grew wide and she brought her other hand underneath him.

“Sorry! Sorry! I forgot,” she said meekly, and Joe dropped into her open palm.

“It’s-it’s ok Michelle, you’re still getting used to all this,” he said. In honesty, heights didn’t really scare him all that much. What scared him the most at the moment was the fact that Michelle, though careful as she was, didn’t have the experience that Lisa and Giada did in (If he could think of a better word he’d use it) “handling him.” In time, Michelle would begin to remember things like holding him more carefully. But like all things, it would take time. Sitting up, Joe patted her hand and smiled up at her. Michelle smiled back at him and bit her lip.

“Sorry I’m not all that good at this. Maybe you should have gone with your sisters,” she said, and Joe shook his head vigorously.

“Michelle, don’t be so hard on yourself! I don’t regret this decision at all. I mean, my sisters are great, but they tend to be a bit over protective. ESPECIALLY Lisa,” said Joe, and scooted over to Michelle’s thumb. He planted a small kiss on it and looked up at her.

“Overall, you make me feel safe, yet also like I’m still normal size. No smothering, no chastising, no ‘don’t do that Joe, it’s not safe!’ or ‘stay here and behave’! This is the normal-ist I’ve felt at this height in a long while,” he said, trying to convince Michelle she was doing a good job. It seemed to be working, and she smiled down on him. Joe felt his height escalate and prepared himself as Michelle’s warm lips once again covered his head. He smiled and kissed her bottom lip, and Michelle felt a shiver run down her spine. She brought Joe up to her face, her eyes shining as she stared down on him.

“Joe, how much do you trust me?” she asked, and Joe laughed.

“Enough to put my life in your hands,” he said, standing up. Michelle stared at him for a little while. He was so small and so fragile, yet he carried himself as if he was still his normal height, which admittedly wasn’t all that tall. A smiled spread across her lips and she looked at the door. Stacy had left around dinner to go see a friend of hers. At this point, Stacy was probably going to stay the night, something she did quite often. She looked back at Joe, who had an eyebrow raised.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, and Michelle’s smile grew wider.

“I think it’s time we headed to bed,” she said, and made her way over towards her bedroom. Joe swayed a bit, but Michelle’s hand lay perfectly flat and almost completely still. She was learning fast, he admitted that.

“O-ok,” said Joe, then he thought.

“So what are the sleeping arrangements?” he asked.

‘Ok, so this is happening,’ thought Joe, standing on Michelle’s soft mattress butt naked, having removed his suit. She was in the middle of taking her shirt off, and Joe did his best to not look so nervous. He and Michelle had been together for months, and they had had sex a multitude of times. But this… Joe had never done this before. He hadn’t ever had sex at two inches tall, though the thought had crossed his mind a many a time. He had fantasized about what it’d be like. Would it hurt? Would he be able to pleasure her as much as she would most assuredly pleasure him? He was incredibly anxious as Michelle removed her shirt, revealing her large breasts still encased in a bra. Joe became mesmerized by the large globes of flesh that were like small hills to him. He smiled and felt his member increase in size.

Michelle looked down at Joe, her glasses crooked, and she smiled at him, noticing where his eyes were pointing.

“Joe, my eyes are up here,” she giggled, and Joe smiled.

“Yeah, but your boobs aren’t,” he said, and Michelle laughed.

“Does someone want a closer look?” she asked, and reached behind her back. Normally, it had been Joe’s job in the past to remove her bra, but things were different tonight. In a few seconds, Michelle’s bra fell away, revealing her voluptuous bosom. Smiling, she leaned forward, and before Joe could say anything else, Michelle’s upper body rammed into him, pinning him onto the mattress with juse her right breast.

“Oof!” huffed Joe, as Michelle’s massive chest covered his entire body. He could tell how careful she was being, knowing full well that these mounds of flesh could easily crush him without his beloved holding back. Smiling, he felt the soft cushiony flesh above him. At this height, the only thing he could compare it to was a memory foam mattress, but much bigger, warmer, and it smelled like Michelle. He tried to move his legs, but they were completely pinned. He wriggled around a bit, then gave up, not wanting to exhaust himself to quickly. He laughed and, doing the only thing he could think of that might get Michelle’s attention, bit into the soft flesh above him.

Michelle could feel Joe wriggling about, and his hands feeling her up. Finally he stopped, and before Michelle asked if he was ok, she felt a small pinch. It took her a moment to realize what had just occurred. Laughing, she lifted her body up revealing a rather squished Joe looking up at her.

“Did you just bite me?” she asked, half laughing.

“Yeah I did. You gonna do something about it?” asked Joe, and Michelle was surprised. Even at a size smaller than her finger, he was still acting tough. ‘Well, that may very well change in the next few seconds,’ thought Michelle.

“Well, you bit me, so it’s only fair if I get to bite you back,” she said, and brought her face down closer to her snack-sized little man.

“Wait what?” asked Joe, seeing Michelle’s tongue dart out of her mouth and lick her lips. Smiling, Michelle brought her chin to the mattress, her lips inches from Joe’s feet. Like a large wet, pink snake, her tongue slid out of her now open mouth and lapped at Joe’s calves. Weather or not she meant it, her saliva was especially sticky, and had no problem sticking to Joe’s legs, pulling him into her mouth.

“Thanks for brushing your teeth!” Joe called out from inside the mouth of his giantess. It was warm, sticky, and dark, but strangely arousing. Joe felt the wiggling mass that was Michelle’s tongue move underneath him, causing him to shudder from excitement. The tongue tossed him from side to side, jostling Joe around a bit. Finally, he came to a rest near the back of her front teeth, and found the tongue snake it’s way towards his erection. With a low moan, Joe felt the sticky, wet mass of bumpy flesh moisten his enlarged member, giving Joe the strangest blowjob he’d ever received. Just as he felt he was going to burst, the tongue pulled away, and light filled his dark cavern, giving Joe a quick glimpse of his surroundings. Strands of saliva hung from the top of Michelle’s mouth to the bottom, glistening in the light. Her large white teeth, each one big enough to crush his bones, seemed to sparkle in this new light. The back of her throat contained a large, pink bulge of skin that hung from the top of her throat, Joe recognized as her uvula.

“Incredible,” Joe muttered as Michelle dumped him into the palm of her hand. He stared up at her in shock, and Michelle looked down at him, nervously.

“Was that too much? Should I dial back a bit?” she said. Though she was incredibly horny at the moment, she did the best she could to hold herself back, so as not to accidently hurt Joe. Until she knew all of his limitations, she knew that she needed to proceed with caution, as if she was walking across a thin layer of ice. Joe snapped out of his astonishment and quickly shook his head.

“No, no! It’s just… that was… Incredible,” he said, not being able to think of a better way of putting it. Michelle sighed, and seeing her tiny man was doing a-ok, put her seductive grin back on.

“Good, because that was just the start…”

Joe lay on the pillow next to Michelle’s, his body still a little wet from sweat and other bodily fluids, some not even his own. Michelle stared at him from her pillow, not being able to take her eyes off his soundly sleeping form. A smile had formed across his face, and he seemed completely at peace for the time being. She herself, felt her eyes begin to flutter as she felt the warm embrace of sleep come to her. It had been an amazing experience for both of them, and having Joe inside of her, in two different ways, sent a shiver down her spine just thinking about it. Never before had she ever had so much control over someone. Joe’s life had literally been placed into the palm of her hands, and she had felt a feeling wash over her; power. It was not that she felt any differently towards Joe, he was still her loving boyfriend. But having him at such a submissive and easily controllable size was something she could get used to. Michelle reached across and stroked his cheek with her index finger, and saw him shift. He turned so that he was facing the opposite wall, his back now pointed towards Michelle. Scooting forwards, she place a small kiss on his back, the put her head down on her own pillow, her eyes not leaving Joe’s small, motionless form even once.

“Good night, Joe,” she whispered, and closed her eyes.