"Well, did you bring a shrunken match with you?"

Kayley fidgeted nervously, chewing on her thumb, looking at the dizzying array of colorful products that surrounded her in the cubbyhole shop. "No..." she muttered.

"Sorry?"

"No," she said, a little louder. "Should I have? I mean..."

"Oh, you don't have to," the sales clerk said cheerfully; what did she say her name was again? Right, Katrina, it was written right on her chest. "Some people just like to try things out to see if they fit."

"You mean like..." How could she phrase this? "Like in the dressing room?"

"Oh, no, we're not allowed to do that," Katrina said with a giggle. "People just want to see how their match fits. Here, follow me."

Kayley followed Katrina uncertainly through the narrow shelves and to the checkout counter at the back. There was a man waiting there, a hoodie over his head and glasses on. He glanced briefly at Kayley, but she shied away from eye contact. "One moment," Katrina said, bouncing behind the register to help the man check out whatever it was he was buying. Kayley wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was.

But she couldn't help but see it, apparently. In transparent clamshell packaging, a silicone penis sleeve, disturbingly realistic in texture and color, that had a clear, conspicious insert for a shrunken human being. Was he going to be in that, or was he going to be using it?

Katrina didn't even seem to care about the question, checking him out cheerily and sending him on his way with a nondescript black plastic bag. The stranger looked at Kayley only once more on his way out the door, but there was no expression visible behind his glasses. With the quiet jingle of the bell at the door, the man was gone.

"Zoey here can help you," Katrina said, looking up at Kayley, and gesturing down to the countertop. There was a shrunken woman there, a pair of eyes that Kayley had failed to notice until just now. She almost jumped out of her shoes in surprise.

The shrunken woman, Zoey, apparently, who assuredly posed no threat to her, waved in response. She was barefoot, only four, maybe five inches tall, wearing clothes that, by their shape and texture, had clearly been ripped off a Barbie doll. With her somewhat smaller size and physical proportions that were actually humanly possible, they fit poorly, but Kayley was grateful she was wearing them anyway; she wasn't ready to handle brazen nudity in this environment.

Kayley waved back, more than a little uncertain. "Are you after something specific?" Katrina asked.

"No... I don't think so..."

"Well, take your time. We'll be here if you need help."

Kayley just nodded in response, meandering down the aisles and looking at the products on the shelves. Every box featured a garish display of the product's intended use, which usually just fell a hair short of sexually explicit, but not every cover artist showed such restraint. Most of the time, there was imagery that showed shrunken men or women, fully-clothed, in innovative or somewhat suggestive positions, and the viewer's imagination could do the rest. Occasionally, an enterprising artist would show them interacting with a mockup of a human body part that had all the biological fidelity of a sexless crash dummy.

The massive rack of dildos and buttplugs that could hold a tiny, for example, tended to have little more information than a picture of a shrunken person photoshopped into the body of the sex toy. On the other hand, the jewlery that would keep a shrunken match, or multiple matches in some cases, trapped against her most sensitive body parts showed their product interacting with a diagram that had the vaguest intimation of female anatomy, complete with a featureless stick figure playing the role of the tiny. The bra that had cups made almost entirely of strings of dozens of one-inch shrinkees made her giggle; who the hell had the time for that?

It was those few products that showed explicitly, graphically, damn near pornographically what the shrunken person would do to a larger person's genitals that set her off-balance.

Although she had to admit that it wasn't all bad. She caught herself staring for an inappropriately long time at some cover art that showed a shrunken man, caught immobile and upright in a crafty, vaguely phallic silicone coffin, with a plastic tube shoved up his ass, and a fountain of opaque, white cum lube erupting from his mouth.

A shrunken man reduced to nothing more than a penis, complete with a messy spray of slimy fluid. How appropriate. But to imagine herself used that way? A river of sticky fluid pumped up her asshole, running through her entire body, and spraying from her mouth without her will or consent? And, of course, it would happen while she herself was subjected to the brutal heat and pressure of a stranger's insides. It was off-putting, but it wasn't as disturbing as she thought. Hell, she was surprised to learn that a tiny could even survive it.

God, she hoped that wasn't a new fetish.

It wasn't what she was after, though, and she was a bit embarassed to even be looking at it, so she continued on her search. There were shoe insole prisons of all types and sizes, variety that she could barely believe people even wanted. There were underwear, for both men and women, that held a shrunken toy of every conceivable size in every conceivable position. More than a few involved vibrators. One particularly intrusive design would keep an inch-tall tiny fastened permanently against a woman's clitoris, able to move but unable to escape. That was intriguing, but it wasn't exactly what she was after.

Maybe it was the best thing available, though. She headed back to the register, "Excuse me," she said, still deeply uncomfortable to be discussing this to a stranger, or to two, "But I'm not sure..."

"What are you looking for?" Katrina asked cheerfully, after Kayley's voice trailed off. "Is it for him or for her?"

"For her," she muttered. "Something that puts the tiny in control. You know..." She pointed between her own legs, "Down there."

"Oh, that's exciting!" Katrina exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Is it forced orgasm or edging?"

"Oh! I don't... I can't..."

The sales clerk continued without skipping a beat, "Tell you what, I'll show you what we have and you can choose for yourself. Just wait right there."

Kayley nodded, and Katrina practically skipped through the store, grabbing one or two products off of each shelf, with a cheerful whimsy that made her seem like she was auditioning for a Disney cartoon. Her bubbly energy did lighten the mood a bit, and Kayley had to let herself crack a smile. It was an awkward place and it was an awkward thing that she was doing, but Katrina made the whole thing seem much more comfortable.

The clerk dumped the pile of boxes onto the counter, and held one up for Kayley to see. "Look at this. Little guy is stuck on your clit. It feels great when he moves, but he can't escape and nobody knows he's there."

"I don't think so," said Kayley.

"How about these?" Katrina asked, tossing the box, unopened, to the floor. "Zoey, come here. Neither of these are great for the tiny, but, here..." She opened a box and pulled out a bizarre contraption built from an inoffensive pair of panties and an inventive silicone shape. Kayley watched, captivated, as Katrina scooped the shrunken woman up off the counter and expertly fit her tiny body into the silicone protrusion, then lifted the toy up for Kayley to see.

"Look! Every step you take, they rub up against your G-spot!" She rocked the panties back and forth in a cartoonish show of the rhythm of her walking. "They can't move, but they're stuck inside you, and they'll be edging you all day. We've got another one that works on your clit, but the tiny has to be smaller."

Kayley was barely able to focus, her eyes fixed on Zoey's completely submissive position. Spread-eagled, trapped in a rubber prison, doomed to rub her face against another woman's G-spot without any chance of reprieve... What went through her head in that moment when Katrina had fastened her into the toy? When she had been tossed cartoonishly back and forth to show how her misery could provide some small pleasure to a giantess? Kayley shook her head. The other woman's comfort with this stuff did nothing for her in figuring out how to communicate what she wanted tactfully. "I don't think so," she said again.

"So you want the tiny to be totally in control?" Katrina asked. "All the time? No matter what you do?"

Kayley nodded; thank God she didn't have to say it herself.

"Oh." The clerk removed her shrunken coworker from her silicone prison, set her down on the counter, and tossed the panty toy carelessly behind her. Kayley couldn't help but be captivated with the simple act; Zoey had been shoved bodily, helplessly, into a purpose-built prison embedded in a sex toy, and dislodged just as abruptly. What was that like for her? What was it like to be so helpless in such a dangerous, intimate situation? "We definitely have that, but it's gonna be more expensive."

"Okay..."

"This one is complicated," she said, producing a brochure from under the desk and opening it up. "Official Syze brand. Take a look."

Inside the brochure were several tasteful, relatively inoffensive line drawings showing multiple arrangements of multiple toys against a woman's anatomy. Every conceivable arrangement of penetration and stimulation seemed to be included, with every possible position for the tiny, and an unsubtle graphic indicating where the vibrating element, or elements in some cases, were located.

"This is the best one," Katrina said, pointing at the most complex, most expensive model, commanding an eye-popping price tag of nearly two hundred and fifty dollars. "There's one part for your clit, one part that goes inside you, and another part that tickles your asshole, and the tiny can go wherever, depending on his size. Look, each insert for the tiny can be filled with a little vibrator, and the tiny can control all of them with these miniature buttons that are built into their inserts."

"Wow," Kayley said, looking at the impressive layout. It even had straps, like it was its own piece of underwear, to keep it hoisted up on your hips. "Seems... heavy."

"It depends on how big the tiny is. But people seem to love it," Katrina responded. She dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned forward, "Zoey got caught with one inside her for the whole work day. That's why she had to be the shrink demo."

"Hey!" called a voice, weak, tinny, and indignant.

"I'm teasing, Zoe!" Katrina giggled. "She actually did it for a week."

The shrunken woman on the counter tried to look mad, but, at her size and in her ill-fitting Barbie outfit, she just looked ridiculous. Kayley didn't want to diminish her outrage by finding it funny, but she couldn't suppress the smile.

"Anywho, all the rest of the models are kinda just like that, you know?" Katrina said, flipping through the pages and pointing at the others. "The tiny controls the vibration, and you can put them wherever you want." She looked up at Kayley and winked. "Or you can go wherever you want, if that's your thing."

Kayley giggled nervously. She still wasn't that comfortable about it. She made a show of looking really intently at the brochure, absorbing no information whatsoever while she tried to suppress her embarassment. She caught herself chewing on her thumb again, and shoved her hand in her pocket. After a moment, she pointed at one of the models and said, "That one looks good."

The one hundred and forty-nine dollar price tag didn't, but it would be worth it, she hoped. There were four spots for the tiny in this one; the clit, and three places on the bulk of the body that was supposed to go into the vagina. Besides the one that would be positioned on her clit, there was another for her G-spot, a third at the base of the flange, right at the entrance to her vagina, and the last on the very top of the dildo. All but but the spot at the very tip could be replaced by a vibrator, which seemed, to her, like the best place from which the tiny could watch the fruit of their orgasm control.

"Alright," Katrina replied. She grabbed a box from the wall behind her and tore it open right there on the counter. Kayley looked around the empty shop and giggled nervously. "That's not necessary..." she said.

"I have to show you that it works, we can't do refunds," Katrina explained. "It'd be grody."

"Okay..."

The clerk produced the pink silicone toy, mostly smooth curves but with bumpy ridges in exactly the right spots. A smaller baggie had a set of silicone inserts and a few bullet vibrators for the places where the tiny was supposed to fit. "I think I'll have to shrink Zoey outside of her clothes for this. Is that okay or would you rather do this in private?"

"It's okay..."

Katrina hardly skipped a beat, producing a phone and tapping the screen a few times. "Look, there's no buttons that you can control, only the tiny can control it," she said. Zoey had already started to strip her Barbie uniform, and started slowly shrinking down before the clerk had finished speaking. "You'd better hope they're gentle."

The clerk slid a pair of AAA batteries into the base, the only hard plastic part of the whole toy, and screwed it shut. Then she gingerly picked Zoey's tiny body, now barely half an inch tall, up off the counter, and slid her into the insert at the top of the dildo, where she would be staring directly into the depths of a giantess' vagina. At that size, the fleshy prison would seem cavernous, every muscular twitch a clear and intimate experience, every orgasm an earth-shaking event. Were it not for the proven invulnerabilities of Syze's shrunken users, Kayley would be worried about the tiny's survival amidst the heat, pressure, and fluid that they would be subjected to.

The three vibrators went into their slots next, and shortly after, they all started humming quietly. The flat tongue of the toy, in particular, that was supposed to be pressed up against her clit, was rapidly shaking in a way that Kayley did not doubt would be quite enjoyable.

"I, um... I think that's good," Kayley said quietly. "I'll take it, I guess."

"Coolio!" Katrina exclaimed. She set the toy down on the desk and grabbed her phone. A few taps later, and Zoey started to grow, bulging out of the tip of the dildo until it could no longer contain her growing body, and she sprang out, landing on the plexiglass. It looked like a painful fall to Kayley, but the shrunken girl jumped effortlessly to her feet and began putting her shoddy Barbie outfit back on.

"Look," Katrina said, "When the tiny isn't in there, the vibration stops. It's a safety feature, right?"

"I guess."

The clerk didn't say anything more, quietly folding the toy back into its packaging, then running the barcode over the scanner. "With tax, that's one sixty-three, fifteen. Do you want to try our Testers Program?''

"Sorry?"

"Our Testers!" Katrina responded brightly. "Just give us your Syze profile, and we'll connect you to volunteers who are willing to help show you how to use your new product for the night!" She looked around conspiratorially, leaned across the desk, and added in a low voice, "It's just for us ladies. Almost all the volunteers are men. But they really know their stuff."

"Uh..."

Katrina uged Kayley closer, and Kayley obliged, almost against her will. The clerk continued, in an even quieter, furtive tone, "Sometimes, I pretend like I bought something just to use them. It's sooo good."

The blood drained from Kayley's face. "Uh... No... I'm fine..."

Katrina straightened up and smiled broadly; the transition from sexual conspirator to bubbly sales clerk was so swift that Kayley was left stunned, unable to really process what she had just told her seconds before. "Anything else?"

"I don't... think so," Kayley said uncertainly. "Should there be anything else?"

"Hell yeah!" Katrina exclaimed, beaming. She reached over the counter and punched Kayley playfully in the shoulder, prompting a weak, but genuine smile. "You should have fun out there, girl! And thanks for shopping at Pet the Tyger!"

Kayley felt her smile widen, "Thanks a lot. Really."

She dragged her nondescript black bag, with its salacious and expensive cargo, off the counter and headed straight towards the door. Just as she placed her hand on the handle, she heard the clerk's bubbly voice, "Enjoy your toy!"

"You too!" Kayley responded.

Ah. Fuck.