Alison had been late, and her coach had not been happy about it, but he forgave her, as it was not something that happened regularly. In fact, it almost never happened. If there was one thing that Alison took seriously, it was her training. She would always give her best, and was not one to complain when faced with difficulties.

And today was a special day. Her coach had a smile on his face. Alison had been warned it would be a special training, but she didn’t think it would be to that point.

“Alright, so I’ve got this special machine here,” his coach said, showing her some kind of glass box, with buttons on the front. Inside, a miniature athletic field had been installed.
“It’s the top of the newest technologies for training, in almost any sport. This is where you will be running today.”

Alison was taken aback, and chuckled.

“Uh? What? In that miniature thing? Coach, it’s the first time you’ve tried to pull a prank on me! I’m not that naïve, I’m too tall to fit your box!”

Her coach grinned

“It’s not a prank. Here is the other part...” He pulled two bracelets from his sport bag, and a remote control.

“You have to put those two bracelets on. Then, with this remote control, I’ll be able to modify your size. I’ll shrink you until you can fit in the box. Then, you’ll see what the box is for!”

Alison’s eyes grew wide. “Wow. Aren’t there any risk with this thing? You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I am! Alison, this will allow you to train like ever before, I swear to you. Being the national champion won’t be a dream. Neither will be the world title.
About the risks, there are none! It’s been certified to me by the manufacturer. In fact shrinking will even be positive for your body. Your senses will be more powerful. Your body will be more resistant. I’ve been told you wouldn’t even suffer lethal damage by being driven on by a truck!”

Alison’s eyes shone.

“Alright, sure. I trust you coach. Let’s do this.” She picked both bracelets and put them on. They weren’t bad looking.”

“You ready?”

Alison breathed. “Ready.”

“Last thing: do not get those bracelets off, or I won’t be able to grow you back. You could put them again, but let’s not risk that you would lose one, alright?”

“Yes coach!”

“Good.”

The coach pushed buttons on the remote control, and Alison felt a jolt of electricity running through her body, starting from her wrists. Then, the impossible happened: she began to shrink. Little by little, she lost inches after inches, until she was about 1 inch tall. The coach beamed.

“Isn’t it marvelous? And wait until you see *why* I shrunk you.”

He offered his hand for Alison to climb on, which she did. She was amazed by how she felt in this new body. Her vision, despite her size, was sharper. She felt energized. She felt robust. Also, she could differentiate way more smells than she ever remembered being able to. It really was true, this device, in addition to shrinking, improved every part of your body. The bracelets had shrunk with her.

The coach carried her to the box, and lowered his hand in so she could get down on her own.

To her perspective, it was almost the same size as a real athletic field. But… Wasn’t there more than that? What about those buttons she saw in the front? She was going to ask, but the coach beat her to it.

“Yes, as you guessed this isn’t all. The shrinking in itself will help you, but I wouldn’t have gone through the lengths of obtaining this machine if it was only to improve your senses. No, what will make the difference is this box you’re in.”

With that said, he closed the lid.
“I can *control* the atmosphere of this box, as well as the force of the gravity applied to you. Let’s say, if in the real world you weigh 50 kilograms, if I switched the ratio from one to two, you would suddenly feel like you weighed 100 kilograms!” he beamed. “And with the shrinking, your body *would* endure it!”

Alison was positively impressed. She began imagining the benefits of such trainings. It was an extraordinary device!

“It’s amazing, coach! And what about the atmosphere control you talked about?”

“Ah, yes!” he smiled, “I have absolute control over the constitution of the atmosphere of the box. This will allow me to get you to improve your performances by reducing the density of oxygen within the box. That way, when you’ll have a competition, you’ll feel doped as hell and have even greater results than in training!”

Wow. It sounded crazy. But it was great. It was amazing for her. It was going to allow her to train like never before, and to reach for new heights.

… and… She didn’t think about it at first, but it suddenly seemed so very obvious to her. The shrinking device was exactly what she needed to gain permanent control over John! The possibilities it opened to her, and to Melody and Sarah, were infinite! And with those improved senses…
Oh my god. She would need to tell them as soon as she could.

She looked around her. The box revealed itself an ultimate torture chamber as well! Yet, it would probably prove harder to get one that it would be to get the shrinking device out. She would need to think about it.

But anyway! It was perfect! She looked at her wrists, and pictured John wearing it. Only, for him, it would be his downfall. Those bracelets would become his cuffs, forcing him to obey and submit to three powerful goddesses.

She shivered. She felt her lower body grow hotter. God.

It wasn’t the time to think about it. She looked at her coach, beamed, and yelled

“Let’s do this!”

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When Sarah got home, she rushed to her room, and got the magazine out of her bag. She was dying to see what else there was in there. She was so horny. It was unknown territory, but she loved it to no end. The front page in itself had aroused her so much! Those girls humiliating the poor men! It was *AWESOME*. She would need to thank Alison for the gift. It was giving her ideas. It was fueling her desires.

She opened the magazine, and wasn’t disappointed with what she found. There were pictures over pictures of women overpowering men, subjecting them to their wills. She couldn’t help but picture herself and John’s two sisters instead of the women of the magazine. And as for the guys… Each and every one was John. On one page, he was sat on, and smothered until he fainted. On another, he was being used as a slave and had to serve all evening the ladies present. He was wearing a collar on which was connected a leash! Gosh.

On this page, he was made to sleep in a cage. That was amazing! Even though Sarah would make it worst, and add some toys for John to play with in such a cage. Dirty panties, dirty socks… Anything that would make his stay more awful for him.

As she went through the pages, Sarah couldn’t bear with her horniness any longer and undressed, jumped into her bed, and brought herself to a few orgasms before she could think straight again.

Wow. What an amazing day so far. On the way home, Sarah’s mind had fantasized over and over what would happen to John. And that magazine… That magazine that she had taken from him. Seeing it had aroused her *so* much! And the fact that John thought she was innocent in all of this… The fact that he thought she believed he wanted to be humiliated like she’d seen on the first page…

Well, if not for him, the thought really did turn *her* on! And it was all that mattered, wasn’t it? She was impatient. She was so, fucking, impatient. But how to make it a reality? Now that both her and Melody had the idea of his possible fetish, what to do? How to make him submit? Or was it still too soon? She couldn’t wait anymore; she didn’t want to wait anymore! Her fantasies were growing, and wouldn’t satisfy her much longer. She needed the reality. She needed to punish John over and over again for being a bad slave. She needed to turn his life into hell.

Her kinks, that had been innocent-ish at the start, had not stopped to grow since she had shared them with his sisters. Since she had opened herself. Whatever had happened that night, it had changed her. And, considering the incredible amount of explosive orgasms she had in the last few days, it had been for the better.

She saw John’s messages, and decided to answer. He was telling her that he did not own the magazine. Which, of course, she didn’t believe at all.

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Sarah : John, I-… You don’t have to lie to me.

Sarah : I’ve read the magazine. There are… There are awful things that are done to the guys in there.

Sarah : But-… But these last few days, I’ve thought a lot about us. And about our relationship.

Sarah : And I’ve realized how important it is for me.

Sarah : I want you to know… For you, I could do some of the things I’ve seen in the magazine. I might even begin to like it at some point…

Sarah : I love you. I-.. I’ll read the magazine a bit more.

// Sarah disconnected //

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She had gotten horny again, and did open the magazine right away.
And while one hand flipped through the pages, her gaze switching across dozens and dozens of perverted, delicious pictures, the other worked on building up yet another blissful orgasm.

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Alison returned home exhausted, but with a huge smile on her face. The whole day had been intense, but it had proved the efficacity of the coach’s new training method. And, more importantly, she had convinced him to lend her the shrinking bracelets, so she could train at home. Well, in fact, she had been lent the second pair, as the machine had been delivered with an extra one, in case anything went wrong with the first.

All in all, it meant that… She could keep them for *as long* as she wanted. She grinned. She couldn’t wait to tell Melody and Sarah the good news! And she couldn’t wait to have John wear them! The face he would make when he would see her towering him… She couldn’t wait to hear him call her Miss!

As for the box, even though it would have been perfect to have it as well, for now it was impossible. She still asked about the possibility to get a spare one at home as well, so “she could train” more. The coach told her it would depend on the efficacy of the box. If Alison’s results improved significantly, he would definitely make sure she would get one at home so she could improve even more.

Therefore, all Alison had to do to offer future John his new home, was to outdo herself at competition. That was going to be easy!

When she opened the door, something ruined a bit of her mood. She heard someone yelling.

“ALISON!”

Oh, come on. She had not looked her messages, and she could guess what he would say. “Blablablah, it’s all your fault, what have you done”.

He came rushing down the stairs.

Huhuhu. Alison couldn’t help but picture him being one inch tall. Helpless. She had the bracelets in her bag… He was so close, so damn close to becoming her slave… But she knew she had no way to make him wear them. And she wouldn’t be able to force him either. She would have to wait for Sarah and Melody to help her.

She took an irritated voice, and said: “What? I had an exhausting day, bro. All I want is to rest right now.”

She smirked, and added. “Oh, perhaps you were really eager to see me come back from training all sweaty? Well you’re in luck if that’s it perv, my socks might be to your taste today!”  

John turned red, but stopped himself from overreacting again.

“What was that magazine in my bag?! That femdom stuff?!”

Alison feigned ignorance. “Uh? What magazine? Femdom? Doesn’t that stand for female domination?”

She opened her eyes wide and grinned. “Wow, are you into that stuff? Do you want to kneel right now? I’d love it! “

She chuckled.

“Don’t you play games with me, I *know* you did it. I know that was the special thing you had to do this morning. You had to wait for me to be out of my room.”

“Uuuh, I don’t know what you’re talking about bro,” she started walking away from him, towards the stairs.

He stopped her.

“STOP! Alison, Sarah has seen your shit, and now she thinks *I* was the one reading it. She’s even read it! You *have* to tell her it wasn’t me. Now.”

Alison frown.

“John, I did *not* put any magazine or whatever in your bag. Now let me go to my room.”

“I won’t let you go until you tell Sarah it was your stupid idea.”

Alison was getting quite annoyed with his attitude. Well, of course it would happen. Of course he would rebel. He really did need to be taught his place.

“You better fucking let me go, or instead or telling her that, I’ll tell her I’ve found you sniffing my socks the other day. And I’ll describe to her how fucking nasty it was, and how you fucking seemed to love it. I’m pretty sure she’ll believe into that magazine being yours even more.”

With that said, she pushed through, and managed to get pass John. He yelled.
“Why are you doing this?!”

She didn’t answer, and locked her door close.