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STORY 1
~ Cousin’s Epic Boobs ~
Summary: Matt, a shy 17-year-old, goes to visit his relatives on the East Coast. His crush on his busty 18-year-old cousin, Catherine, is at an all-time high, not to mention his fetish of being shrunk by her. Matt summons the courage to share his secret fantasies with his cousin. Will she approve?
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For as long as Matt could remember, he had a crush on his cousin, Catherine. She was a year older than he was. She was sweet, beautiful, and had a bubbly personality that made Matt feel like he was inside a glass of champagne… the bubbles of flirtation all around him, making him feel warm and secure… in a state of eternal bliss. She was the nicest and kindest person he had ever known. Catherine would go out of her way to make Matt feel welcome whenever he would visit her family out in New Hampshire — always giving him a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug when they would first greet each other. Visits were usually every few years since Matt lived on the West Coast, clear on the other side of the country.
It was time for another visit at the request of his Aunt Heather, who was Catherine’s mom. It had been a whole four years since the last visit, and Matt was now 17. Usually, Matt’s whole family, his parents, along with his younger brother who was now 12, would be going along for the trip. But they had other vacation plans for the summer, and so it was the first time that Matt would fly to New Hampshire all by himself. It had been arranged that Catherine, who was now 18, would pick up Matt at the airport.
A man’s voice came over the speaker system: “This is your pilot speaking. We are now approaching our destination. Again, please do not remove safety belts until the light has been turned off. Thank you for flying American Airlines.”
Matt slipped his hand into his black carry-on bag, and pulled out a little plastic man: his G. I. Joe action figure from his childhood. He had given all of his G. I. Joes away to his younger brother, but decided to keep his favorite one, named Duke, for memory sake. The 3 ¾ -inch action figure had green pants, a yellowish-tan shirt, and brown boots all made of plastic, but it was that Duke had short blond hair like Matt which made the action figure his favorite… that, and Duke was the leader of the Joes.
If only I could be this small, Matt thought. Catherine would be a giantess to me. She would be unstoppable. Matt smiled, as he imagined himself being placed down into his cousin’s cleavage as she spoke his name seductively, “Matthew… you’ve been a naughty little boy. I hope you don’t mind spending time in jail… in my cleavage.”
Matt turned his legs sideways toward the window, feeling himself beginning to get an erection in his shorts. “Whoa,” Matt said to himself, as he put the action figure back in his bag. He glanced a couple seats over at the elderly man who sat in the aisle seat. The man was just waking up as the plane’s landing gear began to be lowered, the motors making a loud whirring noise from somewhere below their feet.
For the last four years, ever since the last visit, Matt had fantasized about his cousin shrinking him, and masturbated countless times with these fantasies in his mind. The last time he had been out East with his family, Matt was 13 and Catherine was 14. Though his crush on his cousin had existed as far back as his earliest memories, it was the visit when Catherine was 14 which really caused his shrinking fantasies to take on a sexual tone. His cousin had just begun to blossom, so to speak, and was busty for her age. Her incredible beauty combined with her naturally flirtatious personality was overwhelming enough, but add a pair of nice-sized boobs into the mix, and Matt was hooked.
Matt looked over, awakening from another daydream, and noticed people beginning to file out of the plane. He grabbed his carry-on, putting the strap over his shoulder, and began the slow walk down the aisle behind several other passengers. I haven’t seen her for so long. She’s 18 now… that means she’s technically an adult. Matt felt himself become aroused by his thoughts, but as he walked further toward the plane’s exit, he suddenly felt a twinge of anxiety in his gut. Oh, no. Why did I bring the action figure? Matt anxiously touched his face. I know the plan was to tell Catherine about my fetish of her shrinking me. I’ve had the fantasies forever. Showing her Duke was to break the ice. What was I thinking?! I can’t go through with it.
STORY 2
~ Phone Sex Line ~
Summary: Garrett, an anxiety-prone young man, decides to call a phone sex line for the first time in his life. His mission: to talk about his fantasy of shrinking down to 3 inches tall.
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Garrett’s palms were sweating as he heard the sound through his phone. It’s ringing, he thought. Five dollars a minute. I might as well get a minute’s worth. Then the second ring came, and Garrett suddenly felt a lump in his throat, as he pulled the phone away from his ear, about to press the button to hang up.
“Hello, have you come to talk?” a sweet, feminine voice sounded from the young man’s phone.
Immediately returning his phone to his ear, he said, “Oh, umm… I’m sorry… I-I-I didn’t mean to, uh —”
“You called me sweetie, you didn’t mean to call me? I’m Sasha. What’s your name?”
Swallowing hard, he spoke, his voice cracking a bit, “M-M-My name? Yeah, I’m called Garrett.”
A girlish, seductive giggle sounded through his phone, and the young woman’s voice suddenly reached a whole new level of sexiness. “You’re called Garrett… I like that.”
“Yeah, uh…” he said, his voice wavering. “Wow, your voice is really sexy, really hot.”
“Mmmm… I’m so glad you called me, Garrett. Do you want to share your fantasies with me, and we can play?”
Garrett could feel his heart beating loudly in his temple, and he then became aware that he was breathing rapidly. “Uh… Your name is Sasha. I umm.... ah…”
The woman giggled. “Yes, my name is Sasha. Surely you called me because you wanted to cum.”
“Whoa, your voice is… is… incredible. Really hot. I mean, really, wow! I just didn’t really… I already entered my credit card info, but I think I made a mistake calling —”
Sounding as if her lips were pouting erotically, she spoke, “Oh, Garrett. Don’t you want me as a playmate?” She giggled, and then continued, “Tell me anything and we can role-play it.”
“An-An-An-Anything?”
“Of course, love,” Sasha cooed, and then added in her seductive tone, “Anything to make you cum.” She giggled. “What turns you on, Garrett? I want to know. Please tell me.”
“Oh… uh…” Garrett said nervously.
“Don’t be shy,” the female voice said. “I want to know your deepest desires… What turns Garrett on...?”
He heard Sasha giggle again, her voice sounding mesmerizing as if her voice had some hypnotic, supernatural power. “Umm…” Garrett began, “I did call because I wanted to talk about some of my fantasies… but…”
“I love fantasies, Garrett. You can tell me anything.”
“Well, it’s not… um…” he said, his face becoming very warm, and guessing that he must be blushing horribly. “Most people don’t have this particular fantasy, I don’t think.”
“Is it bondage?” the female voice said. “Or… is it beastiality?”
“Oh, no, no… there’s no animals involved. But it’s sort of like bondage, I guess. I never thought of it that way.”
There were several seconds of silence, and then Sasha said, “You can tell me, or would you like me to keep guessing?”
“Um, sorry,” Garrett said. “It’s just… I never actually told anyone face-to-face or directly speaking to them. So, it’s kind of… hard. I’m sorry.”
Sasha giggled. “You know what I want to make hard, Garrett? It’s right between your legs… it’s your cock.”
“Oh,” Garrett said, suddenly becoming both flustered and aroused. “I guess I could just say it… it’s, uh… I have this fantasy that… I…” He couldn’t believe he was really speaking his most profound and deepest secret to a total stranger over the phone. “…I have this fantasy that I… shrink… to like 3 inches tall.”
There was a brief pause, and then Sasha replied, “You want me to shrink you, Garrett?” She giggled. “That would be fun. Are you into just shrinking or are you into women growing, too?”
“Uh, I guess both,” he answered. “But more into the being shrunk part… I can’t believe I told you that I have this fantasy.”
“To let you know, Garrett,” she said softly, “I really love power fantasies. But I want to know more about what specifically turns you on related to being shrunk. Is 3 inches tall your favorite size to be shrunk to?”
“Yeah… 3 inches is my favorite. Sometimes I like to be even smaller, but it’s usually 3 inches.”
“That’s a very handy size,” Sasha cooed. “I could really get used to having a little man to play with.”
Garrett could sense himself becoming a bit overwhelmed with the young woman’s erotic voice and the way she spoke so nonchalantly about his favorite fetish. “So, um…” Garrett said. “Do you like to be dominant… I mean, naturally?”
“Yes, I do,” the sexy female voice answered. “Very much.”
“Wow… okay,” Garrett said. “This is very hot. Okay.”
“I like…” Sasha said seductively, “... to have men worship me.”
“Oh, wow…”
“But you don’t have to worship me, Garrett, if you don’t want to. We can play other games while you are shrunk. I was just telling you my own… personal… desire.”
“Oh, no, worship is very good. I want to worship you. I, uh…” he said, amazed at the words coming out of his mouth to a woman he had only begun speaking to a few minutes earlier.
Sasha laughed. “It pleases me that you want to worship me, Garrett. And having you a mere 3 inches tall will make my dominance all the more fun for me.”
The young man suddenly became aware that his left hand was stroking his crotch. “Oh… Have you ever role-played with men who like to be shrunk?”
“A few times,” Sasha said. “It’s pretty rare on this phone line. Most guys just want to pretend we’re having sex.”
“So, you’re pretty good, I suppose,” Garrett said, “with the whole… sex… thing.”
Sasha giggled. “Having sex with you while you’re shrunk can be a lot of fun, too.”
“Whoa, you just blew my mind,” Garrett said. “And your voice just makes it unbelievably amazing. Your voice is like beyond amazing.”
“Why, thank you, Garrett.” She giggled again. “So what kind of woman does my little man like? What turns you on?”
“I… like big breasts.”
“I hope my DDD’s are big enough for you,” Sasha said with a giggle. “They can be bigger than that in our role-play if you want.”
“Triple D’s are huge,” Garrett said. “That’s just for fun, you don’t really have tits that big, right?”
“Didn’t you check out my profile online, Garrett?”
“Uh, no.”
“Garrett, little man… you know the website?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, check it out. And then click on profiles. Click on my name: Sasha. Go do that, and then we can chat some more. It will make it more fun for you to see who I really am.”
“I don’t know. Maybe mystery is better.”
“Garrett, go ahead. It’s my real profile. Okay, I’m going to hang up, but I want my little Garrett to call me back, okay?”
“I… can try to… I mean your voice is definitely worth the money. Your voice is absolutely amazing.”
“I’ll talk to you in a bit… my little, itty-bitty Garrett.”
“Okay, thank you, Sasha. Bye.”
“Bye, sweetie.”
Garrett hung up the phone.
STORY 3
~ Girl Next Door ~
Themes include: boobs, playful teasing, body worship
Summary: Calvin, age 15, and his two best friends since kindergarten share two things in common: (1) they all are fascinated by Calvin’s neighbor (and former baby-sitter): the busty 19-year-old Emily AND (2) they all have shrinking fetishes. What happens when Emily, who has magic powers, learns of the boys’ fetish for being less than 4 inches tall? Her shrinking spell becomes her *favorite* spell.
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“She is so fuckin’ hot!” Matt said. “She is perfect.”
“You just made my point, Matt,” Calvin said. “Emily’s hotness is beyond what any girl is supposed to have. It just has to be magic.”
George leaned forward, sitting on the arm of the tan sofa. “So, your theory is that she is what... a witch?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” Calvin said, smiling, feeling the pride of getting his point across after an hour-long debate over how Calvin’s 19-year-old neighbor could be so incredibly gorgeous.
George straightened back up. “Well, that’s as good of an explanation as any. We know it’s not alien abductions that gave Emily her hotness,” George said, eyeing Matt who sat with his feet up on the recliner, a couple meters away.
“Hey, I was just saying…” Matt started, “…that Calvin’s sexy neighbor is ‘out of this world’ so to speak.” He paused, and then added, “Witchcraft would explain a lot, though. Damn ‘dem tits are something else. Perky and huge. What size do you think they are?”
“I’ve wondered that myself,” Calvin said, unable to stop smiling. “They make D cups look small. That’s all I know.”
Matt suddenly jumped out of the recliner. “Guys, let’s stop by Emily’s house and ask her! I just got to know.”
Calvin, who was lying on the floor, tossing a rubber ball up and down, sat up and answered, “You serious? You want to knock on Emily’s door and say ‘Hey, Emily, what size bra do you wear?’”
“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Matt said, smiling.
“Well, you’ve convinced me. I’m in,” Calvin said. “George can ask her.”
“Hey!” George said. “Why’s it always me who gets stuck with the hard shit!?”
“Because you’re so talented,” Calvin replied. “And you’re good at doing stuff that Matt and I are too afraid to do.”
“Well, I do have a good success rate,” George said. “And I would really like to know Emily’s breast size… Man, can you imagine being shrunk and between those huge knockers?”
“You just read my mind,” Matt said, grinning. He paused and then exclaimed, “Hey! If Calvin’s explanation for Emily being so mind-numbingly gorgeous is correct… then that would mean she could shrink us all down to action figure-size.”
“Yeah, I wish,” George said with a sigh.
“No, really guys,” Calvin said. “I’ve started to think she really is a witch, or at least has magic powers of some kind.”
“What are you talking about?” George asked.
“In the last few weeks… I’ve seen some things that would be hard to explain without magic being the explanation.” Calvin suddenly stopped talking, and then said, “Well, let’s just go and knock on Emily’s door. Ready George?”
“Ha ha,” George smiled, standing up. “You cowards watch the master.”
Matt followed George out of the living room onto the front steps outside. “Don’t you mean masturbator?” Matt said.
“Hey, now,” Calvin piped in, following the two outside. “We’re all masturbators.”
Matt turned around and smiled at Calvin. “It’s easy, Calvin, when you live right next door to a smokin’-hot, fuckin’ gorgeous Goddess. I wish I lived next door to Emily.”
“I saw her sunbathe last week… in a bikini,” Calvin said, smiling.
George, who was in the front, spun around, “Dude! You have to call me when this shit happens!”
“Me too!” Matt said, grabbing Calvin’s arm, as if he would tear it off. “Put my number on speed dial, okay? I’m serious.”
“It was the first really warm day of the summer… and five minutes later she went back inside,” Calvin said. “I got lucky, I guess. Don’t worry… I’ll let my two best friends since kindergarten know next time for sure.”
“You better,” George said, with a smile, pointing at Calvin.
“What color was it this time?” Matt asked.
“Pink… one of those string bikinis,” Calvin said.
“Whoa!” Matt and George said simultaneously.
The three 15-year-old boys walked…
STORY 4
~ Blowjob Shrinking ~
Summary: Joe (21) has fantasized about being shrunk by his sister (18) since he was in grade school. What happens when his sister learns that sucking Joe’s dick will shrink him to 3 inches tall for an hour at a time? You’re invited to come and find out.
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Alone in his bedroom, Joe was lying on his bed… with his pants and boxer shorts down around his ankles. He was at it again — his hand pumping away on his cock, his mind lost in fantasies of being shrunk. It was almost always the same: Joe was 3 inches tall and his sister, Emily, remained normal size… which made her super gigantic from his tiny perspective.
“Ohhh…” Joe moaned as he began to squeeze one off, his cum shooting out of his six-inch cock. Yes, yes… oh, yes, yes, yes! Joe thought as he reached climax again and again. “Yes, Emily! Oh, fuck yes!” he shouted out loud in ecstasy.
The doorknob to Joe’s bedroom door turned, and then the door swung open. Emily walked in. With her hands on her hips, she said, “Jacking off to your shrinking fantasies again, big brother?” She giggled, sounding very pleased with herself.
Joe was in a panic, as his hand darted for his blue blanket in order to cover himself up… but just before his hand could close down to grasp it, his blanket was snatched away. Swoosh! “Not so fast, Joe! I want to see that boner of yours some more.”
“Get out!” Joe yelled, his face having turned beet red, his hand trying and failing to fully cover up his throbbing cock. “Get out, now! I mean it, Emily!”
His 18-year-old sister laughed as she grinned. “Oh, this is so funny! I heard you say, ‘Yes, Emily! Fuck, yes!’… something like that. Was my big brother… shrunk… in a fantasy involving his younger sister?”
“Okay, I’ve had enough of your teasing,” Joe said, standing up while covering his erect cock with his left hand. He then forcibly began shoving his sister out the door.
Emily giggled as she was pushed out into the hall, and Joe then shut his bedroom door. Joe grabbed a sock from his drawer as he began to wipe the cum off his body, when he heard Emily’s girlish voice through the door. “Were you 3 inches again, Joe?”
“Shut up!” he shouted.
Emily opened the door to his bedroom once more, poking her head in. “Your little sister must have been huge to you!” She laughed as Joe again pushed her out — this time slamming his door shut.
“Jeeez! She doesn’t know when to cut it out,” Joe said, under his breath.
Joe was 21 years old, three years older than his sister, his only other sibling. His dad had died when Joe was 4, and his mom had been the head of the house for as long as he could remember. Joe was in his third year attending a local college, and saving a bundle on food and dorm costs while living at home. He was six feet tall with a slender, athletic build… his hair, short and light-brown.
His sister, Emily, having recently turned 18, was a senior in high school. She had blossomed into a fetching young lady, standing five feet six inches, with curves in all the right places… voluptuous hips, a narrow waist, and a big set of DD’s. Emily was breathtakingly beautiful, like a supermodel… easily the most attractive girl in her school. She had full pink lips, large, gorgeous blue eyes, an exquisitely shaped face with attractive cheekbones, and a cute, perfect nose. She had long blond locks reaching down just past the middle of her back. Her athletic physique, being a member of the girls’ soccer and track teams, gave her the total package, and really drove guys crazy at her high school… and she teased them with her body, like she teased her older brother, by wearing clothing that accentuated her incredible legs, her sexy hips and butt, and her large rack.
Joe and Emily were like most siblings. They loved each other, though they sometimes got into yelling matches. Theirs was a unique relationship, one that had evolved over the years. It was no secret that Joe had a shrinking fetish. Well, his mom didn’t know, but Emily certainly did. She had known of Joe’s fascination with giantesses and with being shrunk ever since they were in grade school.
The very first time that Joe’s ‘secret’ became public knowledge was when he was 10 and she was 7. He was playing down on the carpet in the living room with his G.I. Joe action figures with a friend of his, and Emily came over in her pink socks and began harmlessly holding a conversation with her big brother. Annoyed by his younger sister’s intrusion into his playtime with his buddy, one thing led to another, and it turned into a role-playing session with Emily’s socked feet dominating the little action figures. It wasn’t long after that in which both Joe and Emily recognized that the G.I. Joe plastic man represented Joe himself, with Emily suddenly having become the BIG sister. The shrinking fetish only evolved from there, with Joe being so naïve at the time that he shared all his fantasies with his younger, curious sibling.
And then Joe turned 12, and his libido kicked in. Suddenly, Emily became even more fascinating to Joe… she starred in his erotic fantasies, though they never took there clothes off or kissed or anything. It was all shrinking related. Everything Joe and Emily could imagine, they role-played together. Everything. There were no boundaries, though it was one of the happiest times in Joe’s life, back when he 12, 13, and 14. Eventually Joe became uncomfortable with the role-playing using action figures and his real sister, and when asked to ‘play’ he would increasingly turn his sister down. She kept on insisting, as she loved their play sessions as much as he did, deriving immense pleasure in the power differential inherent in the games they imagined and acted out. Even though the role-playing eventually stopped, their conversations about Joe’s shrinking fetish continued for many years, with Emily finding enormous joy in teasing, and even playfully tormenting, her big brother about the secret that only they shared.
Joe cleaned up the semen that was left over on his groin area and thighs. Pulling up his boxer shorts and blue jeans, he zipped himself and then secured his belt. He opened his bedroom door and walked out into the hall. Walking down the stairs, he entered the living, and immediately spotted Emily sitting on the plush, dark-green sofa. She was wearing short jeans shorts, along with a white tank top and a pair of pink socks. Sitting with her sexy legs crossed, a girl’s teen magazine open on the sofa cushion beside her, she looked up. “Morning, big brother,” she said, with more emphasis than usual on ‘big’.
“Ha ha,” Joe said as he passed his sister and walked directly into the kitchen, opening the cupboard and grabbing a bowl to have some cereal. He heard his sister’s voice from the other room.
“What did we do this time in your masturbation session, Joe? Hmmm…? Did I put you in a cage and keep you as my pet? Or did I just play with you between my big boobs?”
Emily’s choice of words… her naturally seductive voice… it was too much and Joe could feel his penis at the start of a new erection. He breathed out, trying to calm himself. As he poured some Cheerios and then some milk, he was glad his sister decided to remain silent… it at least allowed him to get some breakfast without creaming his pants.
He walked into the living and sat down on a single-seat armchair made of soft, black leather. Beginning to eat his cereal, he flipped on the 46-inch TV, and set the remote down on the coffee table. Munching away, he watched as his sister stood up and the picked up the remote, turning the TV off.
“Hey! I was watching that,” Joe said.
“Saturday morning cartoons? Really?” Emily said, smiling. “Well… you’re probably hoping for a shrinking episode.”
“Sure,” Joe said, matter-of-factly, watching his sister sit back down on the sofa.
Then Joe heard Emily say the words he had anticipated for years… the words that made him both anxious and exhilarated… “I know the truth, Joe… about shrinking.”
“What?” Joe answered, his voice calm and his inside full of anxious knots. “You mean I masturbate all the time to my little sister shrinking me? Big deal.”
The silence in that room took on an almost presence in itself. It was only maybe five seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. “No… big brother. We’ve both known for years that you can’t keep your hand off your cock while imagining me being giant-size. You’ve squirted more cum than anyone I know while imagining yourself at your favorite size of 3 inches tall.”
Joe slowly turned his head to his right, taking a few seconds before he finally faced her, and their eyes then locked. Emily’s stunning, even erotic face, was before Joe now… her captivating blue eyes gazing into his. Joe’s heartbeat suddenly pounding like a jackhammer in his temple, he swallowed anxiously.
“I know the truth about shrinking,” she said confidently, without the slightest hesitancy.
Joe stared into Emily’s eyes, hers staring into his, for five seconds… then ten seconds. The silence feeling like an unbearable weight, Joe then returned, “Good… I’m glad you know.” He then turned, looking away, and tried resuming eating his Cheerios… but his mind remained obsessed with his beautiful sister who sat just eight feet away.
After twenty seconds, the TV having remained off, the black screen staring back at Joe, his sister then spoke. “My friends at school told me. I didn’t believe them, at first. But now I know it’s true.”
“Mm’hmm,” Joe answered.
Emily stared at Joe, and then breathed out suddenly in a frustrated huff. “Why didn’t you tell me, Joe? You could have told your sister that it’s real, and we could have been playing all this time.”
Joe looked down, not uttering a word.
“Come on, big brother! I want to play with you!” Emily said, her voice bubbly and flirtatious.
After a few seconds, Joe replied, “I don’t… know.”
“What?!” Emily countered. “Because I have to give you a blow job? Is that it? I know how it works, Joe. As long as we’re genetically related — which we are — and as long as I suck the cum out of your dick as much as possible… then you will shrink! To like 3 inches tall, just like your dreams… our dreams. Sure, it only lasts an hour, but think of it… it’s fucking real!”
Joe turned to his sister. He smiled and then said, “When I learned the truth some years ago from my friends, and then researched it online as I’m sure you have… I was so excited… I was floored… I mean really, fucking floored. Yes, it is real. I’ve seen the videos, where some guy shrinks after a family member gives him head. It’s all… fucking… real. But I didn’t… I didn’t feel comfortable sharing the information with you. That was four years ago when I was 17 and you were so young at 14.”
Emily grinned. “I’m not a little girl anymore… big… brother. I’m 18 now.”
Joe stared down at the living-room floor, the tan carpeting suddenly taking on new meaning as he imagined it being a giant landscape upon which to explore and traverse. He felt a tingle run through his whole body like never before. His breathing becoming louder, faster and more shallow… He turned toward his sister, his mouth open, ready to speak, “Emily, you’re… you’re hotter than any woman I know, like way hotter…” He began to blush. “I’ve never actually said it like that before, but I’m sure you already knew I think that.”
“Joe, I see through you like you’re a window,” she said, and smiled, her finger beginning to play with a strand of her long blond hair.
Feeling himself blush even further, he then said, “It’s just I’m… umm… I’m nervous. We’ve never been sexual before. I’ve never been shrunk for real before.”
Emily stood up. Her gorgeous, busty, 18-year-old body suddenly appearing more erotic and intimidating than ever before, she slowly stepped over to her brother. Her 5-foot-6-inch frame standing a couple feet away, she placed her hands on her wide, shapely hips, looking down. “I’ve wanted to suck the cum out of your cock, big brother, long… long before I knew the benefit that you would also shrink. I didn’t tell you this secret before… but as much as I love the idea of you being 3 inches tall… I love the idea of swallowing your cum.”
STORY IDEA
Ex-Girlfriend’s Epic Boobs
Summary: Steve, at the age of 21, had a freak accident which left him the height of a G. I. Joe action figure: 3 ¾ inches tall. His family and relatives are unable to aid him in daily living, and he is left to fend for himself in his giant apartment. And then one day he receives an email from his now 19-year-old ex-girlfriend who he hasn’t seen in 6 years. She offers to “baby-sit” him.
A story for people who like boobs, tits, breasts, tata’s, gazongas… (you get the idea)
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Little Sister is 18 and Wants to Play Shrinking
Introduction
Garrett and his younger sister, Melanie, for as long as he could remember had a “special” relationship, which revolved around the bond they shared in using their mental powers. It was incredibly rare to have Extrasensory Perception, and Garrett’s powers were not even 1% of his sister’s, but it was sufficient that he could “link up” with his sister in a way no one else on the planet could. Together, they could alter the size of his physical body by reducing him… going from thought to reality in a process mysterious even to them.
It had always been a fun-filled game, a shared secret. She was the giant one. He was the little one. With their mother away on business trips much of the year, their playtime together was restricted only by their imaginations. Their neighborhood had other kids, but the fun of playing alone, just Garrett and his sister, was at a level of enjoyment orders of magnitude beyond what seeing a neighbor’s new Christmas toy could offer.
It started with Garrett becoming Melanie’s 3-inch brother. He would live in her dollhouse even though the furniture was designed for dolls nearly four times his size. When it finally entered his mind to ask why she shrunk him to that size, being dwarfed by her Barbies, she simply answered: “I enjoy having you small.”
And then one day, after years of having played house with his so-called ‘little’ sister, they had entered into their psychic link, and he could sense that she was offering him something more. She wanted to shrink him even smaller. Initially, it frightened him, a feeling he never remembered having regarding his sibling. He could sense she desired his size down to a single inch. He resisted and the mental link was broken.
Days passed without playing shrinking at all, but then he finally gave in and allowed her to miniaturize him to 1 inch tall instead of the usual 3 inches. To his surprise, being 3x smaller and his sister being 3x bigger was incredibly invigorating. He could immediately sense that her power and strength had increased, even her attitude seemed to have shifted in the direction of playful dominance. She increasingly referred to him as ‘little brother’ or ‘little bro’ when before she simply called him by his name.
It was around this time that Garrett was entering puberty at the age of 12. His sister was five years younger, only 7 years old, but every time she would happily say: “Let’s play shrinking, big brother,” Garrett would get a funny feeling in his boxers, a strange sort of pleasure he was not accustomed to. It didn’t take long before playtime with BIG ‘little sister’ became the time he would touch himself. He had always been naked during their play sessions (his clothing did not shrink), while his sister had always been clothed. He learned how to masturbate in secret for a while when he was inside the enormous dollhouse — but his sister’s curiosity led to her picking up her inch-tall brother while he was in mid-ejaculation. From then on, he would perform his pleasurable sexual acts in the palm of her hand, while she held him close to her face before her green eyes.
This is how the relationship continued for the next few years until, at age 15, Garrett began to feel an awkwardness about masturbating to his then 10-year-old sister. He requested that they stop playing shrinking all together, but the young girl was not pleased with his suggestion. This was the time that his sister really started to assert herself, and their once-peaceful relationship began to be defined by near-constant fighting and yelling. Garrett’s attempt to pacify his sister was backfiring, and her intensity in trying to control him was only growing. It was after six months of being on a ‘shrinking’ diet — no playing shrinking at all — that he finally relented and agreed that they could shrink him once in a while as long as he didn’t do any masturbating. Melanie told him that his touching himself was a favorite part of their playing, but she begrudgingly agreed to the terms.
The half-year break from playing had transformed his sister’s perception regarding her brother, and she was becoming ever more controlling and possessive. Whenever they linked up, together shrinking Garrett down to an inch, she would demonstrate her enjoyment by trapping her brother inside of things. While he used to spend his time in a huge dollhouse, he now found himself contained in shoeboxes or dresser drawers or inside glass jars.
It was after she had wrapped clear tape around him and then hung him over her bed above her pillow by a string that things really changed. She was 11 years old at the time, while he was 16, and a part of him was turned on by her independent thought, and her teasing him while she lay on her bed as he dangled in front of her face, saying, “Come on, little bro, you can masturbate yourself. Your big, big sister wants you to.” She wouldn’t agree to link up unless he masturbated, which meant he was unable to get re-enlarged until he satisfied her wishes.
And so, again, every time he got shrunk he experienced incredible orgasms directly in front of his sister’s pretty face… her lips smirking, a twinkle in her eye that she could dominate her older brother. After all, she knew it’s what he secretly wanted, despite his verbal protests. He kept agreeing to being shrunk time and time again. His saying, “No masturbation this time, and I mean it!” was always met by her saying, “All right, big brother. Whatever you say.” But she couldn’t help herself and wouldn’t allow him to return to normal-size until he performed for her. His moaning in ecstasy as he reached climax for the umpteenth time, staring into his sister’s mouth as she teased him with her tongue, only reinforced the cycle. A couple times he even ejaculated while he was trapped inside his sister’s mouth… her sweet voice flirting as she giggled.
All of this occurred with his 11-year-old sister being fully clothed. It had never really occurred to Garrett that she should be naked even though he always was. He was having too much fun being shrunk, and he knew his sister was still in elementary school, so he never really thought of bringing it up. And then one day while they were both normal size, she commented, “Next time we shrink you, you can go inside me… down here,” and she rubbed her pussy through her shorts in a sexual way.
Garrett, being 16 years old, had been ambivalent for a while, but he knew then that he couldn’t keep playing like this with his younger sister. She was still a child, and he didn’t want her to use herself sexually for his pleasure. He had tried to end the shrinking playtime in the past, which was met by his sister’s intense ire and temper tantrums. He definitely didn’t want to go through that again. He had tried to modify playtime: he would be shrunk but it was not to be sexual. That hadn’t worked. So, after some thought, he ended up moving across the country to live with his bachelor uncle. He started a new life. He wrote a long letter to his sister explaining himself, and he had two main reasons: (1) He didn’t want to take advantage of his sister who he thought was too young, and (2) he felt it was wrong to have an incestuous, sexual relationship with his sister. He reluctantly cut off all ties with his sibling. He believed it was for the best, for both of them.
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Present Day
Garrett was now 23. He hadn’t seen his sister for seven years. That was back when he was 16 and his sister was 11. So, the last visual memory he had of Melanie was of a child having finished fifth grade about to start sixth grade.
Then one day he received an email from his mother, who he had been corresponding with over the years, and who visited him annually during the holidays. The email read:
Dear Garrett,
Your sister had her high school graduation this week. She graduated with honors. I wish you could have been here. Don’t worry, I haven’t included any pictures as you requested. But you mustn’t be afraid to see your sister. She’s 18 and will be heading off to college after the summer where she has the soccer scholarship I told you about. So, I’m telling you that you have three months to spend time with your only sibling. Melanie misses you. She told me she would really love to catch up on old times with you. It’s not too late. Please consider spending the summer at our house. It’ll just be the three of us.
Love,
Mom
A couple days later, Garrett was on a plane flying to his boyhood home. He had told his mother that he would only agree to visiting if she were present. And then in the taxi ride over, just 20 minutes from arriving, he received a text from his mother. It read:
“Sorry to do this, son. I have an emergency client I have to work with in England for the next month. Maybe months. So I won’t be seeing you like we planned. You can still see your sister! Have fun! Again, sorry. Work.”
Garrett’s eyes couldn’t believe what he was reading. He hadn’t seen Melanie for seven years, and now he was to spend the summer living with her. Just the two of them… alone… in the house.
How is this going to work? I should just return to the airport. “Excuse me,” he said to the taxi driver. “I know I asked to go to the house… but I think I need to change where —”
His phone then sounded again, as he checked the incoming text. This time it was from Melanie. He had never shared his newest phone number with his sister, and it was the first direct communication since he broke off contact. It read:
“Hey, big brother! Too bad Mom can’t make it. I’m still super looking forward to seeing you! The code is 2713 to get inside, if I’m not there. XOXO”
Garrett stared at the message, his mouth open.
“So, we still going to the same place?” the driver asked.
“Umm… yeah. I guess I’m going to see my little sister.”
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3 Brothers (and the Towering Teen Sister)
Summary: When three brothers get a new “shrinking” game at the store, their sexy 17-year-old sister gets in on the fun.
Size reduction to 3 inches… possibly much smaller.
“Give it to me!” Keith shouted, his thumbs moving in a speedy blur upon the PlayStation controller.
“No way, littlest brother,” Melanie taunted and giggled. “This treasure chest is mine… all mine.”
Keith wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I’m not the littlest brother anymore!” he protested. “I’m 15 now.”
The 17-year-old Melanie focused on the video game. “Funny how you’re always the youngest no matter how old you get.” She quipped, “And you’re still the littlest.”
“Oh, man,” Keith grumbled, knowing he couldn’t argue with the facts. He was a head shorter or more than all of his three older siblings.
The 16-year-old George came down the stairs into the living room. He stood there for a few seconds, finally uttering “She is kicking your ass, Keith.”
“Two words…” Keith replied.” “Shut… and up.”
George chuckled, walking over toward the kitchen, when his sister called after him. “Hey, want to play the next one? I’d love to kick the ass of both my little brothers.”
George stepped back to face his siblings on the sofa. “You’re on Melanie,” he said confidently.” He turned, about to return to the kitchen, when he couldn’t help himself, answering, “You know I’m not your little brother. Keith is your little brother.”
“Un-huh…” she nonchalantly replied.
George, still waiting for more agreement, spoke again, “I am taller than you, Melanie. You know that.”
“Finally,” his sister said, under her breath.
“What’s that?” George asked.
The girl paused the game, immediately standing up and stepping just inches from her brother. Her body was exceptionally curvy at 17 years... a narrow waist accentuating her wide, mature hips… and a pair of perky DD melons on top. Her short shorts and tank top showed off her athletic figure… long muscular legs and toned arms. The high-schooler was stunningly gorgeous with full lips and sculpted cheekbones, her long dark locks tied in a ponytail — the teen models on magazine covers really couldn’t compare. Her vivid green eyes penetrated George’s eyes as she spoke. “I said, ‘finally.’ You’ve always lagged behind me in height, little George.”
George gulped hearing her emphasis on ‘little’. It was only after his 16th birthday that he did just barely pass his sister in height. For all his life, he literally was the ‘little brother’ and he hated being lumped into the same category as Keith, the ‘baby’ of the family — due to being the youngest and easily the shortest.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a tiny inch taller than me” Melanie continued. “I’m older than you… so you will always be my little brother. And I love teasing little brothers.” She then leaned forward and kissed George on the cheek, knowing his reaction beforehand.
“Oh, no!” George exclaimed, quickly backing up, holding his hands beside his head. Attempting to spit, but nothing coming out, he yelled, “Don’t do that! I’m your brother! I don’t care if you look like a super-hot model!”
Melanie giggled, placing her hands on her hips. “What?” she feigned ignorance. “Since when do I look a model? I didn’t know you thought that.”
George walked over toward the TV, saying, “Yeah, okay have your fun.”
Keith chimed in, laughing, “You think our sister looks like a model.”
“Shut up, Keith,” he replied.
George answered back, “Hey, I think so, too… but she looks way better than a model. You have to be blind to not see those big boobs.”
Melanie laughed contentedly. “Keith, you’re always so honest. I love that about you. George, on the other hand… can’t handle a playful, little kiss. I’m just teasing you.”
“Shut up,” George said to his sister as he marched past her and began to run up the stairs.
He walked down the hallway and past Alex’s room, his older brother’s room. He went past Melanie’s room, and over to the bedroom that he shared with Keith. He slammed the door shut… breathing out in a huff. “Damn it,” he uttered, pacing back and forth. He then opened the door enough to peek out. Seeing no one, he shut it and sat down on his bed, starting to fondle his junk through his shorts. His erection was already near being rock-hard. He stripped off his shorts and boxers, pumping his cock as he felt orgasm after amazing orgasm. “Why does she have to look like that?” he muttered.
Having finished, he cleaned himself up with an old sock, tossing it into the hamper. Normally he would relieve himself in the bathroom and use the TP, but he wasn’t planning on pleasuring himself. Just then he heard the sound of the front door, and he knew that his mom and his older brother, Alex, must be back from the store.
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George leisurely walked down the stairs, hearing the commotion of the family in the living room.
“Oh, man, Keith,” the 18-year-old Alex said excitedly. “You totally got to see it. The store has everything!”
“What has what?” George interrupted.
Melanie was standing beside Alex, her older brother by a year. “Alex was telling us about this cool new game store.”
George suddenly pretended to not be interested in his sister’s comment, answering lethargically, “Yeah, okay… whatever.”
“No, George,” Alex countered, “this is something you don’t want to miss out seeing. It’s far, far better than Electronic Games downtown. There are classic games and new. I swear they have in stock every game ever made.”
Melanie rubbed Keith on his head who was sitting on the floor. “Hey, that means I get to win even more with the littlest brother. Isn’t that right?”
“If you say so,” Keith said. “But I will defeat you.”
“Sure you will, small fry,” Melanie said, walking over to her mother. “Mom, I’m going out, all right? And…”
Her mom answered, “Don’t be out too late,” as she turned over the car keys. She watched the teen walking out the door, raising her voice, “Just because it’s summer, doesn’t mean past midnight!”
“Thanks, Mom!” The front door closed behind her.
Alex turned to his mother, “Hey how ‘bout I head over with my car to show George and Keith the new game store?”
“That’d be fine.”
“Awesome,” Keith said, jumping up and heading toward the door ahead of his two brothers. He put on his shoes faster than ever.
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Driving down the road, Alex turned toward George in the passenger’s seat. “What was with you before?”
“What do you mean?”
“George, you seemed all disinterested in hearing about this new place.”
“No…” he responded, turning to look out the window. “It’s nothing. I definitely want to see the videogame store.”
Keith’s voice came from the backseat. “George and Melanie got into another spat just before you got home.”
George jerked his head, “Not so, Keith! I mean… uh…”
“Again?” Alex commented.
“What do you mean, ‘again’?”
“You’ve been acting weird around her for the past two, three years. Is it what what we talked about… you know, before?”
Speaking quietly, George said, “Not with, you know, in the car.”
“I can hear you,” Keith said. “And I already know what’s going on. I’m not a baby anymore, despite being short.”
“You are so a baby!” George yelled, crossing his arms.
Alex looked in the rearview mirror. “What is it, Keith?”
Keith sat up straight, all excited. “Okay. Check this out. I’m starting ninth grade in the fall, so I know a thing or two about relationships. And don’t say I don’t, George, because I do.”
“Just say it,” Alex prodded.
“George has the hots for Melanie.”
“Fuck what! Oh, come on!” George complained.
“Oh, so it is what we talked about before,” Alex stated. “Hey, I can understand. I totally understand. She looks… very attractive… and has big…”
“Can we just drop this,” George said, sounding unnerved.
“You know how I used my genius to figure this out, George?”
“No, Keith,” he replied calmly. “But I’m sure you’ll tell us.”
“Well, it wasn’t hard, dumbass. You have pictures on your laptop of our vacation to Bermuda… the ones where she wore a bikini.”
George’s voice sounded anxious, “That… those pictures had everyone in them.”
“Yeah, well, then why do keep them in your porn folder?” Keith asked, putting up his hands in preparation for almost certain retaliation. Instead, George just sat there still… not saying a word.
After a couple moments, Alex looked over and said, “Yeah, I’d say your face turning bright red says everything.”
“Do you know how I know you have a crush on Melanie?” Keith said gleefully. “It’s because —”
“Shut up, Keith,” Alex said firmly.
Keith’s voice trailed off… and then he very quietly added, “It’s because your face is red as a tomato.”
“Yeah, that’s genius, stupid,” George commented.
“Okay, both of you, we’re here,” Alex said, turning into the parking lot. “Let’s just go inside and stop with all this, you know.” Alex turned for a moment to look at Keith. “I mean it. All right?”
“You the man, Alex.” Keith said with a smile.
“Good,” he answered, putting the car in park. “This store is fuckin’ awesome.”