“We only have an hour, so what on earth are we going to do in that time?”

                I stared up at her, listening to the tone of her voice. I couldn’t quite make it out. Was it arousal? Excitement? Curiosity? A mixture of all three? Her eyes were locked, unblinking, on me. She studied my every move. How could I communicate with her if she couldn’t hear me? It was obvious that she was running the show because there was no way I could make any suggestions…Unless? I pointed to my ear.

                “What? Can you not hear me? I…I figured my voice was pretty loud. Should I speak up?”

                I shook my head. No, if she spoke up it would be deafening. I pointed to my ear again, then pointed to her ear, then back to mine. She stared at me for a moment, confused, before her eyes lit up.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, a little loudly, which caused me to cover my ears. “Oops, sorry,” she said quietly. “Ok, good idea though, let’s try it.”

                She carefully lifted her hand a little further until I was right in front of her eyes. This is the closest I had ever been to them, and it reminded me of the first time I saw her. How they sparkled, and were so full of joy. I gazed deeply, longingly into them. They studied me, her pupils focusing on my tiny body, trying to take in every detail. Finally, she moved her hand to the side, around her head. Her hand kept moving until I was right next to hear ear. I looked at her giant ear, filled with piercings.

                She had a large gauged piercing in her lobe, and a second smaller gauge just above and to the side. She had several other piercings. To a full sized me it looked like a cute selection of piercings. To tiny me, it looked like a jungle gym to play on. I took a step forward and yelled as loud as I could. She shook her head; a sign that she still couldn’t hear me.

                I took a deep breath. I had to get closer. I reached forward and grabbed the inside of her gauged to steady myself before stepping onto it. Even standing at my full 1 inch the hole was still taller than me. I reached up and to the side, my fingers gripping the very bottom of her smaller gauge, and pulled myself up. This one was a little smaller than me, so I had to crouch. This was going to take some work.

                It took some work, and some climbing, but by using different piercings and folds in her ear, I was able to pull myself up into her ear. I looked into it, watching as it went deeper, twisted, narrowed, and vanished. I didn’t dare go any further. I tried screaming again.

                “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!”

                “Just barely,” she whispered. “James, this isn’t going to work. I can’t shove you in my ear every time you want to say something, and even if I did I can barely hear you.”

With that, her fingers reached forward and wrapped around my body, pulling me from her ear. I hung there, trapped between her thumb and forefinger, like a bug she had just plucked from the ground. Being this tiny, and with no way to communicate, I was truly at her mercy. And I was ok with this. It was only for an hour anyway, right?

She moved me back in front of her face and placed me on her hand. The tip of her finger gently rubbed the top of my head again as she thought. “Well,” she said, more to herself, “With only an hour, and being at work, there’s not a lot we can do. I guess maybe we could-“

She was interrupted by another knock at her door. “Shit!” She looked around, and down at me. The door handle started to turn and she freaked out. She quickly slipped the hand holding me down to the chair, between her legs, and set me on the chair. As she dropped me off and her hand moved back up, the walls of her thighs moved back together, closing in on me. I was quickly sandwiched between her large, soft thighs. They molded themselves around my tiny body, enveloping me in a warm, gentle hug. I felt warmth radiating against my back, and realized my back had been pressed against her shorts. I could feel the heat, and smell the scent, given off by her now giant lips. I could feel their shape through the fabric of her shorts.

                If there was a heaven, this was it. Hugged by soft thighs, and pressed against and aroused pussy. I didn’t want her to pick me up. I didn’t want whoever had come through the door to leave. Thank god for whoever it was, and hopefully they came for a long chat. I wiggled and squirmed around in my spot. I wanted nothing more than to turn my entire body around to be facing her shorts. I tried my hardest, but I was firmly held in place. Whatever I was doing, however, she could feel. I felt her squirming at my every move. She pressed her thighs tighter together, though trying to stop me or trying to feel more, I couldn’t tell.

                Outside of my blissful entrapment, Crissy had walked back through the door and into Laurie’s office. “H-hey Crissy, wh-what can I do for you?” Laurie said, squirming in her chair.

                “Oh, I came looking for James. Is he around?”

“He um, well he stepped out. He said he had some stuff to do before we closed. Had some um…He had some stuff to test.” She squirmed more, squeezing her thighs together.

                “Oh, really?” Crissy cocked an eyebrow, looking at my chair. “Why are his clothes in that chair?” She glanced around the office. Seeing the open door to the back room, she craned her head, trying to peek in.

                “Yeah, that. Well, he changed his clothes and um, left them in the chair. Said he might as well change before leaving.”

                Crissy stepped further into Laurie’s office, and continued to look around. “Change, hmm?” Her voice sounded suspicious. She moved closer to the back room. “You sure he isn’t around here? Like maybe,” she quickly moved to the room. “IN  HERE?!” Crissy peeked in the back room and, seeing it empty, sighed. “I guess not….”

                Laurie laughed softly, squeezing he thighs together again. “What would a naked James be doing hiding in my back office? I’m sorry, Crissy, he’s not here. But I can pass a message along to him if you want.”

                Crissy sighed and shook her head. “I was just going to see if he wanted to get something to eat after work. Maybe I’ll see him in a bit.” And with that, she turned around and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her.

                To my disappointment, I felt the clouds of heaven part as she spread her legs. I felt a sudden rush of cool air flow in, chilling my naked body and I hugged myself. It was hard to believe I could be this turned on. I had fantasized about being shrunken for years, and the thought was always something I masturbated to. But now that it’s happened, it’s more than I had ever thought possible. Here I stood, tiny, naked, and between the thighs of the woman I had lusted after for months. The woman who just a week ago rejected me. I looked up at her massive face peeking down at me as she reached down and plucked me from what I was wishing was my new home.

                She lifted me to her face and smiled. “I think someone has a big crush on you,” she laughed.

                “Yeah, and that someone WAS your thighs,” I said. But, of course, she couldn’t hear me.

                “Sorry about that, though. I didn’t have a lot of time to find somewhere to hide you. Mmmm, but judging by your actions, I don’t think you were complaining.” She moved her hand and set me on her desk, then moved to pick up the gem. Oh god, please tell me she wasn’t about to ask me to change back. We just started. We still have time to experiment!

                “While you were squirming down there, I couldn’t help but squeeze tighter, but I was worried. You’re tiny, James. A helpless little bug in a human’s world.” Her words sent shivers down my spine. I was enjoying the humiliation, and it seemed she enjoyed doing it. I couldn’t tell if she was just enjoying playing with me, or actually enjoyed teasing and humiliating me. I would find out in time, though. “I was worried I might hurt you, or worse, squish you! And I’m not quite ready to squish your itty bitty body.” More shivers.

                I looked at the stone, then back at her. She was going to ask me to turn back! Why? We could just be more careful about what we did! I wasn’t ready! I could just NOT do it! But at the same time, what if she pulled what she did earlier? Had me touch the stone and then put the thought in my head. I tried to run away, across her desk. I didn’t know where I was going, but I just wasn’t ready to grow.

                She laughed and quickly placed her hand down in front of me. I slammed into it, and fell on my ass. She laughed at me and shook her head. “Now where do you think you’re going, little guy? We aren’t done playing!”

                We aren’t? But I thought for sure…

                “I was wondering…What all can this gem do? What if you tried to make yourself more durable? More indestructible? Would that work?” She moved the gem in front of me and placed it on the desk. “Touch it!”

                Her voice was so demanding! I couldn’t resist her. I immediately put my hand on the gem. What I could once so easily hold in my hand was now twice my size. “Now,” she said, her finger poking my back, “Now think about being completely indestructible.” Her voice rang through my mind. “Thing about being an invincible, tiny little man, who will stand up to whatever he’s put through.”

                Yes. Invincible. Tiny. Indestructible. Malleable. Wait, malleable? Where did that thought come from? The gem began to glow, the tingle rushing through my body. Almost immediately, the glowing stopped. Did it work? It had too, right? It was glowing. I felt the tingle.

                “Did it work?” Her voice echoed above me. That familiar “beautiful thunder” feeling rushed through me. I looked up at her and shrugged. I had no way of knowing. “The gem was glowing, so it must have worked, right?” Again I shrugged. “Only one way to find out, I guess.” She raised her hand and hovered her finger over me, casting an ominous shadow. “I’m going to start lightly and apply more pressure slowly. Umm…I would say scream if you want me to stop but I can’t hear you. So…So up….hit my finger?”

                Her words send a chill down my spine as I stared up at her finger. This was her plan? To try squishing me?  What if she went faster than she thought? Or pushed too hard? What if she couldn’t feel my tiny fists hitting her giant finger? I glanced at the stone. It did glow, right? Of course it did, and every other time it worked just fine. I swallowed hard, then looked up at her and gave her a thumbs up. She squinted down at my tiny hand.

                “Is that a thumbs up? God, I can barely see it!” She slowly lowered her finger until it touched the top of my head. The warmth of her skin seemed to run through my entire body. There’s no way to describe how it feels to be this tiny; to be the size of a bug, easily crushed under the finger of a friend. Her finger tip truly dwarfed me. I could see the tip or her nail sticking out like a balcony above me. The true feeling of helplessness surged through my body, wracking it with arousal. I could feel her apply more pressure. It wasn’t painful, but I thought maybe standing wasn’t the best option.

                I quickly sat, and then laid down. My movements must have scared her, made her think I was telling her to stop. She quickly pulled her finger away and looked down at me. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, a touch of concern in her voice. “Was that too hard?”

                I shook my head, to let her know it was ok. She looked down at my tiny, naked body laying on my back. She cocked a brow and giggled as she noticed my erection, standing at full attention. “Mmm, I guess it wasn’t too hard at all?” She said. She gently, slowly reached down. I thought she was about to apply more pressure and I braced myself, closing my eyes tightly against the oncoming finger. Suddenly, I let out a loud gasp…Well, loud to me. She wasn’t trying to squish me right now. No, no her finger had aimed elsewhere. I could feel her warm, soft skin rubbing against the tip of my dick.

                Oh my god! She’s rubbing my dick, and it felt like nothing I had EVER felt before! Sadly, as soon as it began, it stopped. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She was pulling her finger away, up to her face. What…What was she doing? I watched in confusion, and then awe, as she moved her finger to her mouth and teasingly began to suck on it. Oh my god, what I wouldn’t give to be that finger right now, stuck inside her mouth, her pillowy lips wrapped around me, her tongue running along my face.  My cock jumped and throbbed as I watched, hypnotized.

                As amazing as the play before me was, it didn’t last long. “I thought maybe you could use this,” she said, giving me a wink. She lowered her finger back toward me, and suddenly I realized what she had done. She had basically just lubed her finger for me. Desire spread through my as I saw her skin glisten with her saliva. The anticipation grew stronger and stronger as the scene before me seemed to play out in slow motion. Finally, the tip of her finger touched the tip of my dick, and I was lost in a moment of pure ecstasy. The warmth radiating from her hand, the ridges of her fingerprint, the wetness of her saliva; it was like the best sex I had ever had. Every detail of it was stimulating every part of me.

                I quickly grabbed her finger tip and leaned up, placing tiny kisses all over every bit I could reach. My hips bucked against her skin, my dick running across, along, and between the ridges of her fingerprint. My entire body was once again coated in her saliva. I remembered the taste from when she licked me, and could get a sense of it on my lips. I needed more. I ran my tongue across her finger, taking in small amounts of her saliva, lavishing in it like it was the first drink of water I had had after being stuck in a desert.

                I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying this as much as I was. I wasn’t sure anyone could enjoying anything as much as I was enjoying this. She began moving her finger back and forth, rubbing my cock, along with my entire body. God, she was giving me the biggest hand job…finger job?...of my life! I was so lost in the moment, that I didn’t even feel her applying pressure. There was no pain, but a feeling of comfort, like being covered in a giant, weighted blanket. I continued to buck against her finger. She continued to rub and apply pressure. In this moment, there were no friends participating in an experiment. In this moment there was only a Goddess showing her devoted slave the meaning of Heaven.

                Faster I thrusted, faster she rubbed, harder she pushed. The pressure built, both on my body, and in me. I was so close. So very close. I continued to kiss and lick her finger, while rubbing myself against it. The ridges, god the ridges, and the saliva, and the warmth, and the softness. It was all too much! I let out a loud grunt, a load moan, a loud scream as I came across her finger tip. At the same tip, the pressure of her finger increased greatly as she pushed down much harder. I’m not sure what it felt like to her, but to me it felt like I had just been pressed and spread into some indescribable piece of material.

                To her, it was a different feeling. She let out a surprised gasp as her finger suddenly pressed flat against the table, my body no longer there to separate the two.

                “Oh my god!” She screamed, suddenly pulling her hand away from the table. “Oh my god, James! I’m so sorry! Are you ok? Are…are you…? James? James, where are you?” Laurie was looking down at the desk where I had just been, but she couldn’t see me anywhere.

                I heard her scream “Oh my God,” and suddenly my entire world went crazy. I could see nothing but an extreme close-up of her fingertip, but I could feel myself fly through the air like I was on the craziest rollercoaster of all time. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. I had no idea what was going on. I felt stuck…Stuck to something. Her finger? Yes, I was stuck to her finger! I felt impossibly flat, and spread out. “Malleable!” The word rung through my head. I had thought the word when I was touching the gem. It must have worked. Not only was I indestructible, but I was malleable. Instead of being crushed, I must have just been flattened like a piece of gum. Flattened and stuck to her fingertip. I could hear her calling my name as I continued to fly through the air on her finger. She was a smart woman, I knew she would check her finger next.

                “James? James where….” I could feel her hand move slower now. She was turning it to look at the finger that had been pressing on me. “Oh…My…God!” She must have pulled her hand close to her face because I could feel her warm, moist breath washing over my back. “James is…is that you?”

                I could feel something hard pressing against one of my sides; almost digging at it. It must be her fingernail. She must be trying to scrape me off her finger. She continued to pick, scratch, and dig until I felt the edges of my side finally lift up and free itself from her flesh. Bit by bit she scrapped at my until she could get a grip on my body and peel me off her finger. I felt my body, limp and thin, flutter like a piece of paper in the breeze as she moved me around. Her face came into my view, a smile spreading across her lips. God her lips.

                “Well, it looked like the stone worked!” She giggled softly looking at my body, and thrilled in waving me around. “Now the real question is, how long are you going to stay flat? Will it fix itself?”

                I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t talk, not like she could hear me if I could. I couldn’t even move. I was completely limp and helpless now. She held me up to desk lamp, one hand grabbing my head, the other hand grabbing my legs. I was thankful that the light was behind me, otherwise it would be blinding. I could feel the head radiating off the lamp; it felt like the hottest day on the beach that I could possibly imagine.

                “Oh my god, James, I wish you could see what I see!” She leaned her face closer. I wish she could see what I saw. If it wasn’t crushed and flat, my dick would have once again become has as a rock. Her face grew closer as she examined me. I got the closest view I had ever had of one of her eyes. All I could do was stare into the gray-blue ocean before me. My heart pounded. Not from what had happened, not from what I was going through; no, my heart pounded with a deep love for my Goddess…No, I mean my friend…God that eye. If it’s true eyes are the window to the soul, then she has the most beautiful soul in all of creation.

                “James, I can see the light shining through you. You’re so thin.” She turned me this way and that as she examined me. Next she began to twist me around. I could feel my body contort in her hands. She seemed to be enjoying this experiment. She pushed her hands together, bunching me up, then spread them apart, stretching me. With every test, I went back to my flat state with no issues.

                “Well I guess I could try to blow you up and see if you…reinflate? You know, almost like a balloon?” Slowly she brought me toward her lips. Please, yes! This was going to be the best experiment yet!

                I was getting closer, and closer still. I could smell her fresh breath, feel its breeze over my flat, naked body. I could see her slowly begin to pucker her lips, though I wasn’t quite sure where she planned to blow, and at this point I just didn’t care.

                Then I felt it, and my heart sank. She must have felt it too, because she started to pull me away from her mouth. I was returning to my original, three dimensional form, all by myself. “Huh, guess you lucked out, itty bitty!”

                Luck? LUCK?! This is the worst luck, by far…But before long I had no longer been a flat piece of flesh paper, and was instead a tiny little man in her fingers. It had only gotten worse from there as she lowered me on the desk and pulled her hands away. Instantly I felt the chill of the absence of her touch. I stood there, naked, cold, tiny, and completely aroused…again.

                “You just can’t seem to help yourself, can you little man?” She laughed, looking at my tiny erection. I blushed and covered myself. “Oh, no use in covering it. I’ve seen you naked, in multiple sizes, and hell, I’m pretty sure you came on my finger right before I squished you!”

                I blushed deeply and looked down in shame. It was true, and there was no denying it. I sat on the desk and looked around, my eyes finding her clock on the wall. It had only been 5 minutes since I shrunk. We still had just under an hour left before we had to stop playing and go home. What would we do next?