by FifteencentiKim » Tue May 26, 2020 12:11 pm
Satin tights
"You have some very, very weird fetishes," Lucinda laughed, adjusting the bustier of her costume. It was a replica of the same costume that Lynda Carter had worn almost a half century before, though it had been adjusted for the fact that Lucinda was two cup sizes larger than Lynda Carter had been when she first wore it. The damn thing felt like it was going to fall off at any moment, even though the shop owner had assured both her and her husband that it wouldn't.
Truthfully, Lucinda would have just preferred just to run around nude. One of the great things about the Process was that it felt like the world's greatest body scrub. Every square centimeter of her body felt fresh and tingly. Or maybe she should say every square millimeter she thought with a giggle.
"Are you ready yet?" a booming voice yelled from the other room.
"Almost," Lucinda yelled back. It seemed counterintuitive, but the odd physics of the Process left her voice normal, instead of diminished like the rest of her body. "There's a lot more to this costume than meets the eye."
"And soon there'll be a lot less," the booming voice chuckled.
Lucinda almost asked why they just couldn't start off with her nude, but she kept her peace. This was the first time they had qualified for the Take Home version of the Process, and the seventy-two hour version at that. When they were initially informed they had been tentatively approved for the take home version of the Process, Lucinda and her husband had spent the weekend separately making up their fantasy "to do" list with a sixteen centimeter tall Lucinda. Then they sat down together, weeded out and combined their list, then sent it in via email to their designated Process analyst. That was the most embarrassing part, having to sit down with someone to discuss their mutual shrunken woman fantasies. But Morton and Lucinda had had Beverly as their analyst for the last three times they had used the Process. The woman knew how to put her clients at ease.
Once she got all the parts of the costume on, Lucinda turned and twisted, admiring her own trim form in the costume. Of course, it was her fit body that was responsible for her and her husband becoming involved in the Process in the first place.
The whole thing really began in 2002, when Lucinda was a sophomore in a Seattle suburb high school. Seattle and Vancouver were the binary stars of a hitech solar system, when a company called SwiftTech came out of the closet, as it were. SwiftTech had developed a method by which it could temporarily shrink a human being, in seeming defiance of the laws of physics. The industrial application was limited, so the founder of the company decided to explore the possibilities of its recreational uses.
With caveats, of course.
SwiftTech had learned early on that, while the Process was usable on any adult human being, not everyone was psychologically equipped with being shrunken, or dealing with a shrunken person. Granted, with their limited test subject pool, it was difficult to come to any hard and fast conclusions, but they had determined early on that it seemed only women were able to mentally handle being shrunk, and even then the woman had to be in a strong (or potentially strong) one-on-one relationship.
So in 2005, after thorough governmental testing and vetting, SwiftTech opened up a recreational Processing facility in Vancouver.
And the lawsuits began. Not in Canada, of course, though there were a few there. But in the litigious environment of their neighbor to their south, it was a free for all.
At root of the lawsuit was the fact that the psychological screening process only allowed women to be shrunk, and only those who were involved with a single partner. The SwiftTech people calmly explained that, to date, these were the only couples who they could feel assured of guaranteeing their safety. SwiftTech assured everyone that they were striving to create a more inclusive technology and that, with the more applicants they got, they were sure they would be able to create a psychological profile wherein a man could be shrunken. But, since they did not have such a profile yet, for the safety of all, they would only be shrinking women who met their narrowly defined psychological profile.
This response infuriated the entitled American masses, who insisted SwiftTech provide the technology for all, make it safe for all, and be held financially liable when the technology was used outside of SwiftTech safety parameters.
As can be expected, pirated forms of SwiftTech technology made it out beyond SwiftTech and Canadian borders. The end result of the use of that bootlegged technology was disastrous and fatal, often horrendously so. Lawsuits were filed against SwiftTech, and at one point there was even a call in the US Congress by its more radical members to detain any and all SwiftTech employees traveling in the US for human rights violations.
SwiftTech kept calm and weathered on. The fact that it had other technology valuable to large corporations and Western governments, was acting with a moral compass (a rare trait in corporate behavior), and was operating in a non-American country that frankly got tired from time to time with its southern neighbor attempting to dictate to it, allowed it to come out of the whole thing unscathed.
It also caused Vancouver to become an entertainment hub, as more than a few celebrities wanted to have one of their partners Processed for the weekend. Of course, many of the celebrities didn't make the screening process, but quite a few did. One of the surprising few were Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, who were going through a rough spot in their marriage while she was filming Dukes Of Hazzard. Jessica would later be quoted as saying the Process had saved her marriage. It must have, as Nick and her had recently celebrated their twentieth wedding anniversary.
Jessica Simpson was who inspired Lucinda and her husband Morton to try the Process in the first place. The two had met at a tech symposium about eight years prior to Lucinda putting on the shrunken Wonder Woman outfit for the first time. She had been a computing genius with dark exotic looks (thanks to her First Nations ancestry on her mother's side), and he had been a good looking boy genius with green eyes and dirty blonde hair whose startup was just getting noticed. The sparks flew and they were married within six months.
Three years, prior to Lucinda donning her Wonder Woman attire, she and Morton were sitting on the couch having a "Potato Night" (as they called their binge sessions), watching an episode of "Whatever Happened To?". The particular episode they were watching was discussing Jessica Simpson, who had transited out of her acting and singing career into creating and running a fashion line aimed at middle class women. Jessica, now in her forties (but still looking as good as in her younger days), was being interviewed, and was talking about going through the Process. The screen flashed to a picture of Jessica in the pink bikini made famous from the Dukes of Hazzard, standing in the palm of her husband, who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"You know, I used to look that good," Lucinda said wistfully.
"You still do," Morton responded, one of his hands immediately moving to cup one of Lucinda's shirt covered breasts, easily a match for the bikini clad breasts on the screen.
"Stop it," Lucinda giggled, pushing Morton's hand away. Lucinda frowned, lifted up her shirt, and pinched her stomach. "I definitely don't anymore. Monday I start a regimen."
"I'm with you," Morton said, sitting up.
"No, I mean it." Lucinda paused, then looked at the television screen. They had moved on to another topic, but Lucinda was thinking about Jessica being shrunk.
"You know, Jessica was saying in an interview the other day, that going through the Process slowed down things...well, you know, settling."
"Sweetheart, she has plastic surgeons and beauticians and the whole nine yards waiting for her to wake up in the morning so they can go to work on her," Morton replied.
"Yeah," Lucinda said thoughtfully, chewing on her lip.
"Would you want to be shrunken?" Morton asked, surprised by this possible revelation.
"I don't know," Lucinda said, then slapped her stomach, "But not like this I wouldn't."
"So why don't we decide goals for ourselves tonight, for sixty days from now, and if we both meet them, we'll apply for a spot at the SwiftTech Processing Center," Morton replied.
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"I*'ve never seen their prices, but I don't think it's that expensive," Morton answered. "As I understand it, the bottleneck with them has always been the screening process, not the fee. I know a couple of vendors over there. I'll call them tomorrow."
"Then we're going to do this," Lucinda said excitedly. "I mean, set goals, meet them, and then go to the Processing center."
"Of course we are," Morton replied. "Are we or are we not Vancouver's next hottest hitech power couple?"
This got a laugh from Lucinda and, when Morton pulled her on his lap, this time she didn't resist the advances of his hands.
As it happened, a day pass at the Processing center wasn't all the expensive. It was the equivalent of the cost of a cruise...well, two cruises, for a small family. If said family booked a reasonably nice pair of cabins.
But Morton's company was doing more than reasonably well, so he and Lucinda could afford it.
Lucinda had never thought about being Shrunken before, but for some reason, it gave her all the motivation to stick to her goals. Obviously, it spurred Morton on too. At the end of the sixty days, Lucinda was in as good a shape as she had been on her honeymoon. Better even.
The initial Processing Analysis was intimidating and embarrassing. Beverly, the analyst assigned to them, was a very nice person, but some questions just cannot be made unawkward, not matter how nice the person asking them is.
Beverly was also very blunt with them, telling them more than ninety percent of eligible couples who applied didn't pass the screening.
It was with excitement and trepidation then that Lucinda and Morton, when they learned they had passed the screening, reported to the Processing Center, where they were assigned a room similar to that of a mid-range hotel room. They were given a list of do's and don't, made to sign a very long and detailed waiver, then given a safety briefing where they were required to verbally acknowledge hearing each section of the briefing on camera. The security briefer was very clear when he stressed that Morton's mouth was the only orifice the shrunken Lucinda could have contact with.
That didn't bother Lucinda. Morton didn't do that to her at full size. She didn't know why anyone would expect her to do it to him with her entire body when she was shrunken.
The security briefer then went into detail about what Morton was and was not allowed to do with his mouth. Apparently, there was a thing called "vore," the practitioners of which who, when they got a hold of pirated Process technology, ended up dying grotesque and very, very painful deaths.
Then Lucinda stripped of her clothes and was Processed. She stepped on a plastic circle with a hard rim and waited.
Suddenly, she as covered with plastic. The first time it happened, she thought about all those warning labels on plastic bags, explaining they weren't toys and could asphyxiate your child. Lucinda was sure she was going to choke, and it felt like she was fighting forever to break free of the wrap.
As quickly as it began, it ended. Lucinda was standing completely nude on the floor, looking up at a giant Morton.
All the fantasies they discussed went out of Lucinda's mind, as she looked up at her giant husband. They stared at each other for a silent minute, then Morton leaned down to pick her up. Lucinda initially cringed at the sight of Morton's giant hand, but then forced herself to stand upright as Morton picked her up.
The two initially had a quiet conversation about their different perspectives, and Morton ran a finger over her arm, asking her how that felt. Lucinda said it felt nice -- different but nice -- and how her skin felt all tingly.
The next thing Lucinda knew, she was being held in front of Morton's face, his tongue doing circle eights around her breasts. Morton had always loved her breasts, and she loved the attention he gave them, but this was a whole new level of pleasure. When Morton took both of her breasts between his lips, it sent her over the edge. It was the first orgasm she had ever had with just her breasts involved, and it was spectacular.
The next couple of hours were a sexual frenzy. Morton took care with her, of course, to the point that Lucinda became a little frustrated with him. But it was still the best sexual experience of her life.
They were both a little embarrassed afterwards, but when they moved to the bathtub, Lucinda felt that she and Morton had the most open discussion of their marriage.
The couple wouldn't get to play with the pink bikini until their second Processing session, but they didn't mind. They did mind when the buzzer went off, warning them the Process would reverse itself in an hour, but they dutifully obeyed the "no touch" policy during the last hour, instead enjoying the open discussion that had started in their bath.
It seemed that the Process had opened up a whole new world to them. The couple had had a wonderful sex life before, but it was simply amazing now. They kept to their ritual of setting sixty day achievement goals before applying for another Processing goals. But these were easier to achieve now. It seemed everything about their lives was more energized.
Now they had qualified for a seventy-two hour Process session in their own home. Of course, SwiftTech had sent out a security and medical monitor team to get their home up to par, and that had cost extra, but Lucina's husband didn't mind the extra expense at all. And the team had been very subtle, using vans with cable and repair logos. When it came time for Lucinda to be shrunk, Morton had remained in the room to make sure there were no problems.
Now he was patiently waiting in the next room, ready for the chase to begin. To be honest, Lucinda was tempted to let Morton just catch her right away, so he could strip her, touch and lick her, and then end the first of many sessions with Lucinda riding not-so-little Morton. That was one of the side effects of the Process, now that Lucinda was used to it. It made her more than a bit randy.
But Morton really wanted his fantasy, so she'd indulge him. "Ready?" she yelled.
"What's the safe word?" he yelled back.
With a grin, she replied, "Lilliput. Now catch me if you can!"
With a whoop, Morton ran into the room, ready to catch his tiny Wonder Woman and the love of his life.
[b][u]Satin tights[/u][/b]
"You have some very, very weird fetishes," Lucinda laughed, adjusting the bustier of her costume. It was a replica of the same costume that Lynda Carter had worn almost a half century before, though it had been adjusted for the fact that Lucinda was two cup sizes larger than Lynda Carter had been when she first wore it. The damn thing felt like it was going to fall off at any moment, even though the shop owner had assured both her and her husband that it wouldn't.
Truthfully, Lucinda would have just preferred just to run around nude. One of the great things about the Process was that it felt like the world's greatest body scrub. Every square centimeter of her body felt fresh and tingly. Or maybe she should say every square millimeter she thought with a giggle.
"Are you ready yet?" a booming voice yelled from the other room.
"Almost," Lucinda yelled back. It seemed counterintuitive, but the odd physics of the Process left her voice normal, instead of diminished like the rest of her body. "There's a lot more to this costume than meets the eye."
"And soon there'll be a lot less," the booming voice chuckled.
Lucinda almost asked why they just couldn't start off with her nude, but she kept her peace. This was the first time they had qualified for the Take Home version of the Process, and the seventy-two hour version at that. When they were initially informed they had been tentatively approved for the take home version of the Process, Lucinda and her husband had spent the weekend separately making up their fantasy "to do" list with a sixteen centimeter tall Lucinda. Then they sat down together, weeded out and combined their list, then sent it in via email to their designated Process analyst. That was the most embarrassing part, having to sit down with someone to discuss their mutual shrunken woman fantasies. But Morton and Lucinda had had Beverly as their analyst for the last three times they had used the Process. The woman knew how to put her clients at ease.
Once she got all the parts of the costume on, Lucinda turned and twisted, admiring her own trim form in the costume. Of course, it was her fit body that was responsible for her and her husband becoming involved in the Process in the first place.
The whole thing really began in 2002, when Lucinda was a sophomore in a Seattle suburb high school. Seattle and Vancouver were the binary stars of a hitech solar system, when a company called SwiftTech came out of the closet, as it were. SwiftTech had developed a method by which it could temporarily shrink a human being, in seeming defiance of the laws of physics. The industrial application was limited, so the founder of the company decided to explore the possibilities of its recreational uses.
With caveats, of course.
SwiftTech had learned early on that, while the Process was usable on any adult human being, not everyone was psychologically equipped with being shrunken, or dealing with a shrunken person. Granted, with their limited test subject pool, it was difficult to come to any hard and fast conclusions, but they had determined early on that it seemed only women were able to mentally handle being shrunk, and even then the woman had to be in a strong (or potentially strong) one-on-one relationship.
So in 2005, after thorough governmental testing and vetting, SwiftTech opened up a recreational Processing facility in Vancouver.
And the lawsuits began. Not in Canada, of course, though there were a few there. But in the litigious environment of their neighbor to their south, it was a free for all.
At root of the lawsuit was the fact that the psychological screening process only allowed women to be shrunk, and only those who were involved with a single partner. The SwiftTech people calmly explained that, to date, these were the only couples who they could feel assured of guaranteeing their safety. SwiftTech assured everyone that they were striving to create a more inclusive technology and that, with the more applicants they got, they were sure they would be able to create a psychological profile wherein a man could be shrunken. But, since they did not have such a profile yet, for the safety of all, they would only be shrinking women who met their narrowly defined psychological profile.
This response infuriated the entitled American masses, who insisted SwiftTech provide the technology for all, make it safe for all, and be held financially liable when the technology was used outside of SwiftTech safety parameters.
As can be expected, pirated forms of SwiftTech technology made it out beyond SwiftTech and Canadian borders. The end result of the use of that bootlegged technology was disastrous and fatal, often horrendously so. Lawsuits were filed against SwiftTech, and at one point there was even a call in the US Congress by its more radical members to detain any and all SwiftTech employees traveling in the US for human rights violations.
SwiftTech kept calm and weathered on. The fact that it had other technology valuable to large corporations and Western governments, was acting with a moral compass (a rare trait in corporate behavior), and was operating in a non-American country that frankly got tired from time to time with its southern neighbor attempting to dictate to it, allowed it to come out of the whole thing unscathed.
It also caused Vancouver to become an entertainment hub, as more than a few celebrities wanted to have one of their partners Processed for the weekend. Of course, many of the celebrities didn't make the screening process, but quite a few did. One of the surprising few were Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, who were going through a rough spot in their marriage while she was filming Dukes Of Hazzard. Jessica would later be quoted as saying the Process had saved her marriage. It must have, as Nick and her had recently celebrated their twentieth wedding anniversary.
Jessica Simpson was who inspired Lucinda and her husband Morton to try the Process in the first place. The two had met at a tech symposium about eight years prior to Lucinda putting on the shrunken Wonder Woman outfit for the first time. She had been a computing genius with dark exotic looks (thanks to her First Nations ancestry on her mother's side), and he had been a good looking boy genius with green eyes and dirty blonde hair whose startup was just getting noticed. The sparks flew and they were married within six months.
Three years, prior to Lucinda donning her Wonder Woman attire, she and Morton were sitting on the couch having a "Potato Night" (as they called their binge sessions), watching an episode of "Whatever Happened To?". The particular episode they were watching was discussing Jessica Simpson, who had transited out of her acting and singing career into creating and running a fashion line aimed at middle class women. Jessica, now in her forties (but still looking as good as in her younger days), was being interviewed, and was talking about going through the Process. The screen flashed to a picture of Jessica in the pink bikini made famous from the Dukes of Hazzard, standing in the palm of her husband, who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"You know, I used to look that good," Lucinda said wistfully.
"You still do," Morton responded, one of his hands immediately moving to cup one of Lucinda's shirt covered breasts, easily a match for the bikini clad breasts on the screen.
"Stop it," Lucinda giggled, pushing Morton's hand away. Lucinda frowned, lifted up her shirt, and pinched her stomach. "I definitely don't anymore. Monday I start a regimen."
"I'm with you," Morton said, sitting up.
"No, I mean it." Lucinda paused, then looked at the television screen. They had moved on to another topic, but Lucinda was thinking about Jessica being shrunk.
"You know, Jessica was saying in an interview the other day, that going through the Process slowed down things...well, you know, settling."
"Sweetheart, she has plastic surgeons and beauticians and the whole nine yards waiting for her to wake up in the morning so they can go to work on her," Morton replied.
"Yeah," Lucinda said thoughtfully, chewing on her lip.
"Would you want to be shrunken?" Morton asked, surprised by this possible revelation.
"I don't know," Lucinda said, then slapped her stomach, "But not like this I wouldn't."
"So why don't we decide goals for ourselves tonight, for sixty days from now, and if we both meet them, we'll apply for a spot at the SwiftTech Processing Center," Morton replied.
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"I*'ve never seen their prices, but I don't think it's that expensive," Morton answered. "As I understand it, the bottleneck with them has always been the screening process, not the fee. I know a couple of vendors over there. I'll call them tomorrow."
"Then we're going to do this," Lucinda said excitedly. "I mean, set goals, meet them, and then go to the Processing center."
"Of course we are," Morton replied. "Are we or are we not Vancouver's next hottest hitech power couple?"
This got a laugh from Lucinda and, when Morton pulled her on his lap, this time she didn't resist the advances of his hands.
As it happened, a day pass at the Processing center wasn't all the expensive. It was the equivalent of the cost of a cruise...well, two cruises, for a small family. If said family booked a reasonably nice pair of cabins.
But Morton's company was doing more than reasonably well, so he and Lucinda could afford it.
Lucinda had never thought about being Shrunken before, but for some reason, it gave her all the motivation to stick to her goals. Obviously, it spurred Morton on too. At the end of the sixty days, Lucinda was in as good a shape as she had been on her honeymoon. Better even.
The initial Processing Analysis was intimidating and embarrassing. Beverly, the analyst assigned to them, was a very nice person, but some questions just cannot be made unawkward, not matter how nice the person asking them is.
Beverly was also very blunt with them, telling them more than ninety percent of eligible couples who applied didn't pass the screening.
It was with excitement and trepidation then that Lucinda and Morton, when they learned they had passed the screening, reported to the Processing Center, where they were assigned a room similar to that of a mid-range hotel room. They were given a list of do's and don't, made to sign a very long and detailed waiver, then given a safety briefing where they were required to verbally acknowledge hearing each section of the briefing on camera. The security briefer was very clear when he stressed that Morton's mouth was the only orifice the shrunken Lucinda could have contact with.
That didn't bother Lucinda. Morton didn't do [b]that[/b] to her at full size. She didn't know why anyone would expect her to do it to him with her entire body when she was shrunken.
The security briefer then went into detail about what Morton was and was not allowed to do with his mouth. Apparently, there was a thing called "vore," the practitioners of which who, when they got a hold of pirated Process technology, ended up dying grotesque and very, very painful deaths.
Then Lucinda stripped of her clothes and was Processed. She stepped on a plastic circle with a hard rim and waited.
Suddenly, she as covered with plastic. The first time it happened, she thought about all those warning labels on plastic bags, explaining they weren't toys and could asphyxiate your child. Lucinda was sure she was going to choke, and it felt like she was fighting forever to break free of the wrap.
As quickly as it began, it ended. Lucinda was standing completely nude on the floor, looking up at a giant Morton.
All the fantasies they discussed went out of Lucinda's mind, as she looked up at her giant husband. They stared at each other for a silent minute, then Morton leaned down to pick her up. Lucinda initially cringed at the sight of Morton's giant hand, but then forced herself to stand upright as Morton picked her up.
The two initially had a quiet conversation about their different perspectives, and Morton ran a finger over her arm, asking her how that felt. Lucinda said it felt nice -- different but nice -- and how her skin felt all tingly.
The next thing Lucinda knew, she was being held in front of Morton's face, his tongue doing circle eights around her breasts. Morton had always loved her breasts, and she loved the attention he gave them, but this was a whole new level of pleasure. When Morton took both of her breasts between his lips, it sent her over the edge. It was the first orgasm she had ever had with just her breasts involved, and it was spectacular.
The next couple of hours were a sexual frenzy. Morton took care with her, of course, to the point that Lucinda became a little frustrated with him. But it was still the best sexual experience of her life.
They were both a little embarrassed afterwards, but when they moved to the bathtub, Lucinda felt that she and Morton had the most open discussion of their marriage.
The couple wouldn't get to play with the pink bikini until their second Processing session, but they didn't mind. They did mind when the buzzer went off, warning them the Process would reverse itself in an hour, but they dutifully obeyed the "no touch" policy during the last hour, instead enjoying the open discussion that had started in their bath.
It seemed that the Process had opened up a whole new world to them. The couple had had a wonderful sex life before, but it was simply amazing now. They kept to their ritual of setting sixty day achievement goals before applying for another Processing goals. But these were easier to achieve now. It seemed everything about their lives was more energized.
Now they had qualified for a seventy-two hour Process session in their own home. Of course, SwiftTech had sent out a security and medical monitor team to get their home up to par, and that had cost extra, but Lucina's husband didn't mind the extra expense at all. And the team had been very subtle, using vans with cable and repair logos. When it came time for Lucinda to be shrunk, Morton had remained in the room to make sure there were no problems.
Now he was patiently waiting in the next room, ready for the chase to begin. To be honest, Lucinda was tempted to let Morton just catch her right away, so he could strip her, touch and lick her, and then end the first of many sessions with Lucinda riding not-so-little Morton. That was one of the side effects of the Process, now that Lucinda was used to it. It made her more than a bit randy.
But Morton really wanted his fantasy, so she'd indulge him. "Ready?" she yelled.
"What's the safe word?" he yelled back.
With a grin, she replied, "Lilliput. Now catch me if you can!"
With a whoop, Morton ran into the room, ready to catch his tiny Wonder Woman and the love of his life.