by littlest-lily » Sun Aug 07, 2022 5:56 pm
Chapter 9: Days in the Life of a Giant
Wait For It
PikaPippin: You still at the store?
LeoDeJaneiro: Yeah
LeoDeJaneiro: I had lunch with Jack so I only just got here, but for some reason store’s not open yet so I'm still just sitting in the car
PikaPippin: Ohh that's why I still have internet
LeoDeJaneiro: Yep
LeoDeJaneiro: According to the sign you still have about 15 minutes before I head in
LeoDeJaneiro: So what do you think, enjoying the photo shoot fame?
PikaPippin: Its weirdly addicting to look at the comments
PikaPippin: Everyone's just playing along
PikaPippin: And it sounds like you have some competition, so many people wanting to borrow me
LeoDeJaneiro: Too bad
LeoDeJaneiro: Mine <3
PikaPippin: lol I think I'd rather stay with you than some of these guys
PikaPippin: But dude a few of the pictures turned out really professional looking
PikaPippin: You're kinda starting to convince me with the whole patreon thing
LeoDeJaneiro: Really??
LeoDeJaneiro: Ahhh it'd be so fun love
LeoDeJaneiro: Plus with the traction we're getting I bet we could actually make some money off of it
LeoDeJaneiro: And it would all go straight to your bank account, just for the record
PikaPippin: Tempting
PikaPippin: Maybe next time we go for a naughtier shoot
LeoDeJaneiro: Ok
LeoDeJaneiro: Who are you and what have you done with Lily
PikaPippin: lol shut up
PikaPippin: Only bc that seems to be everyones main disappointment
PikaPippin: For the record, I don't mean me being naked
PikaPippin: I'm not sure I would ever feel comfortable with that being on the internet
LeoDeJaneiro: Totally fine
LeoDeJaneiro: I'll provide the nudity
LeoDeJaneiro: You provide the cuteness
PikaPippin: Deal
LeoDeJaneiro: On that note, whatchu doing this afternoon? ;)
PikaPippin: Conveniently, not much at all :)
LeoDeJaneiro: Maybe I don't need to go to the store
PikaPippin: Oh
PikaPippin: I really was craving those oreos lol
LeoDeJaneiro: Okokok you're right we really need groceries anyway
LeoDeJaneiro: It's ok
LeoDeJaneiro: It'll just help build anticipation
PikaPippin: Don't pounce on me too hard big guy
LeoDeJaneiro: No promises little one <3
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I’ve been in a few relationships over the years, a couple of them decently long term. I’d call myself a passionate lover, and I’ve always been one to dote and gush over a girlfriend, but I generally didn’t have any trouble staying level-headed through it all. Sure, there might be a bit of a honeymoon phase for the first few weeks, but then we’d settle into a level of comfort until something eventually didn’t work out - logistics would be too difficult to navigate or we’d realize we just weren’t as compatible as we’d thought.
No girl has ever made me feel the way Lily does.
Part of that is my doing of course. I didn’t own a shrink ray during any of the other relationships and it certainly adds so much for me. But I don’t think that’s the main cause here. It has all felt so serendipitous, the way our interests line up so well, the way our differences complement each other, the way we’ve started communicating more and on a deeper level. We’ve known each other for three months now, almost two of which we’ve been living together. In the grand scheme of things I realize that’s not such a long time, and I knew going into this that there’s no way I’d ever get tired of having a shrunken person, but… I don’t think I’d quite anticipated falling for her this hard.
I’ve been a little extra distracted in my day-to-day life, just enough that people are starting to notice. My friend Jack was just asking me during lunch when he “gets to meet her”, even though I’ve never mentioned Lily, because apparently I’m just really acting too obvious that something’s been different lately. I laughed it off, admitting that I’d met someone but that it isn’t anything serious yet. I wish I didn’t have to lie. I want to introduce her to all of my friends, I want to show her off. All in due time.
And then the trip to the store is pure torture, knowing that I get to have my way with her when I get home. Knowing that the desire is not just coming from me, but that she wants it too. Sex has never been more exciting and meaningful and ugh why is my grocery list so damn long…
I’m brimming with anticipation by the time I get home, and though there are enough bags that I should probably take two trips, I certainly find a way to carry everything in one go. This means I’m breathing a little hard after climbing the two flights of stairs, and I try to calm down as I put some of the frozen stuff away. I have to remember how much bigger and more intimidating I can appear to her - I don’t want to scare her out of a good time by being overeager.
I eventually make my way down the hall, noticing I’d left the door half-closed. I lightly tap on the wood and in a gentle voice call out “Knock knock…” as I slowly push the door open. I'm expecting her to have heard me coming by this point, and I look avidly towards the desk, only to see that it’s empty. I stand in the doorway for a moment, my eyes traveling around, scanning the table’s surface, the shelf above, any of the dollhouse windows I can see from here. Nothing.
“Lily?” I say, stepping inside now, looking a little closer at some of the objects on the desk that she could be behind, but everything’s still and quiet. Feeling my chest tighten with panic, I look towards the floor, scanning the carpet as I desperately hope I’m not about to find a small crumpled figure on the ground. I’m feeling both reassured and disconcerted to see nothing of the sort.
With a bit more insistence, I call her name again, at this point crouching to peer through the windows of the dollhouse, and I’m reflexively pulling the shrinking device out of my pocket, still worried about potential injuries if she fell somewhere out of sight, but according to the readout of her vitals she’s physically just fine. I breathe out a sigh of relief, and I’m about to switch to tracking mode when something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I look back up from the device, towards the dollhouse… I swear I just saw a light turn off. Finally it all suddenly makes sense to me. A smile starts creeping across my face.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” I sing softly, bringing my hands up to the roof of the dollhouse and slowly starting to lift it up as it pivots on its hinges. I scan the top floor and I don’t immediately see her, looking over her bedroom, the main bath, a smaller room that has her computer and a larger room that has a variety of crafting supplies.
I’m momentarily distracted by the craft room - I don’t usually open up the dollhouse like this as I do try and give her privacy, so I’d never seen some of the stuff she’s worked on in here, including little sculptures made of modeling clay. Most of them just seem to be vague shapes that she’s messing around with, but there are a few tiny animal figurines, some cups and plates, and…
I frown, tilting my head at one of them. It’s quite big, to her at least, sitting on the main table in the room and I realize immediately that it is in the distinct shape of an arrow. Instinctively, my gaze follows where it’s pointing and I lean in a bit closer before seeing that there’s a little piece of paper taped to the wall just below the window, and drawn on it is another arrow, pointing up. I glance at the ceiling that’s currently swung open and don’t see anything on it, so I take a couple of steps to see the other side of the dollhouse, and sure enough, I find another piece of paper taped to the wall just outside of that window.
I begin following the path, the trajectory winding its way down the dollhouse, meandering around the desk and up to the shelf above. As I move from arrow to arrow my smile keeps growing as I’m finding this little game adorable, imagining her tiny form skittering around the space and taping these up. I’m actually a bit impressed at where I find some of the papers, one of them taped at the top of her tallest climbing rope, another of which I find just on the underside of the shelf, which gives me a bit of anxiety as I’m hoping she didn’t do anything too reckless to accomplish this. Finally the path leads back down towards the dollhouse, up the outer back wall - and again, I wonder how she taped the paper so high up on the water tank - until it leads straight through the window of her bedroom.
The blanket on her bed is pulled back and I feel very confident that this wasn’t the case when I first opened the dollhouse a couple of minutes ago. There’s a paper laying on the mattress and its arrow points right to the closet, which is slightly open. My heart rate is picking up now as I slowly reach down, pressing my fingertips against the little sliding door and fully opening it. I notice miniature clothing on hangers but can’t quite see into the tiny room… I’m waiting for something to jump out at me but press on, carefully slipping my fingers into the cramped space.
I inhale sharply as I brush up against something warm. Immediately my muscles relax at the familiar feeling of her skin, and my middle finger follows the path of what I realize is her leg. As I gently slide it up to her hip I think I hear a little giggle, and then she’s moving against me, sitting on top of the digit with her hands now wrapping around my index finger and holding me tight. I bite my lip in anticipation as I start pulling my hand out of the closet, tiny woman in tow.
Lily’s eyes are shut as she’s dragged through the clothes, but as I finish tugging her out I see them blink open and look up at me, a little grin lighting up her face. “You found me!” she chirps and I’m beaming right back, lifting her up and out of the dollhouse.
“I did! That was quite the treasure hunt,” I say, bringing my other hand up behind her to keep her stable, “How long did that take for you to set up?”
“I don't know, maybe an hour or two? I got the idea when you told me what an Investigation check is in D&D. Then I got really bored this morning.”
“I can see that. I loved it! And you, my little fairy, are just the best prize.” I lift her up to my lips for a quick kiss on the forehead and then hug her against my cheek as I speak a little softer, “I’ll be honest though, that really scared me at first when I didn’t see you. I thought you’d fallen somewhere.”
“Oh… oops.” And she hugs me back, pressing up against me, “That wasn’t the intention. Sorry, I didn’t think that part through.”
“No, it’s okay,” I mumble, melting against her touch, and then kiss her again before lowering her back down and letting her sit on my palm. I suddenly notice something that I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed sooner. “Wait, what are you wearing?”
At first I think it’s a dress, which is not something Lily usually wears despite there being a couple of them included with the dollhouse, presumably since it’s not the most practical thing. The black fabric drapes loosely over her frame and only reaches down to about mid-thigh. Her expression shifts as she starts smiling at me in almost a smirk. Seductive. “It’s just a robe,” she says matter-of-factly, “It’s comfy. And I figured, you know… easy access.”
Welp. Hello, erection. I try to play it cool and match her nonchalant tone, “I like it. Very chique. I think you should wear this more often.”
“I’m sure you do.” I’m not sure how she manages it, but seemingly without moving at all as she keeps her eyes on me, the robe's collar magically slips off of her shoulder. She doesn’t address it, continuing to gaze at me.
I want to touch her. I’m trying to resist jumping into this too fast or too eagerly, but she’s making it so damn difficult. I smile softly and reach a finger up in an attempt to scoot the sleeve back up onto her shoulder. She puts a hand on the digit, hugging me against her. Her fingers dig a bit into my skin, her blue-green gaze becomes a little more insistent. A wordless invitation.
More than happy to acquiesce, I reverse course, starting to slowly pull the fabric lower along her arm instead. The tension is enough to open the front of the robe, revealing more of her neck, her collarbone, her chest… My breath hitches at the sight of her lingerie, which I haven’t really seen on her before. Even at her small size I can see some of the intricacies of the black bra, the delicate lace cupping her breasts as if made specifically for her. I realize this must not be one of the standard dollhouse clothes, but it’s the bra that she wore the day we first met. It looks stunning on her.
I’m showing restraint with my slow, deliberate movements and it’s equal parts torture and pleasure to gradually unwrap her. Her arm slips out of its sleeve so that the robe only covers half of her torso now, and she shivers as I move my finger back up the way I'd come, caressing her skin. I switch to the other side, gently pinching at the sleeve to slowly slip it off in one fell swoop. Her top half is now free, the rest of the robe draped over her legs that are half tucked under her as she sits on my palm. I move my ring finger to stroke her back as I turn my attention to the tiny belt cinched around her waist, little more than a silk thread to me, gingerly taking it between forefinger and thumb. I give it a little tug and whatever knot she had set up easily comes loose, slipping off satisfyingly as the robe spills open, sliding off her legs. Her underwear matches her bra - black, feminine, contouring her in the most flattering way.
I drink in the sight of her body… The long legs, slender waist, subtle curves accentuated by the lingerie and the way her hair drapes over her frame. And she’s blushing, struggling to sit there as I take her in, clearly self conscious but trying to exude whatever confidence she can. She’s adorable, irresistible and I’m finding myself leaning in as if hypnotized. I manage to remain particularly gentle as I cover her with kisses, carefully pressing my lips across every part of her body, eliciting little sighs and moans as she writhes against me. She plants tiny kisses of her own wherever she can reach on me and I savor her caring touch as it’s something she’s only started doing quite recently. I never want to get used to it, this level of sweet tenderness from her.
We kiss for a while and my heart is pounding, my erection tight. Lily's the one who eventually pulls back as she stands to her feet, giving me one more peck on the tip of my nose before she leans heavily on the bridge of it. “You’re being remarkably well-behaved," she observes, her fingers tickling me as she runs them across my skin.
"You're not exactly making it easy for me, little one," I murmur in response.
"Well, I still don't think you're being entirely fair," she teases, sliding down my face to sit again on my hand.
I chuckle, lowering her down a bit so I can loom over her in a playfully dominant way. "I'm being unfair?"
"Uh huh," she says and gestures towards my chest, "I think you're wearing far too many clothes."
"Mmmm," I say pensively, my other hand automatically creeping towards the bottom of my shirt, "I think I can rectify that…"
"Hold on."
I pause, and from the sly look on her face I'm starting to suspect she's thought something out ahead of time. I wait to let her speak again, curious about what little ideas are churning in her head. "If we're talking fairness… You disrobed me. Shall I return the favor?"
Not quite what I was expecting. I struggle not to laugh at her three inch stature. "Do you, um… have some kind of plan for that, love?"
"Sort of. Lay down for me?"
I smile and can't keep my eyes off her as I stand up from the chair. When did I start taking orders from her like this? Probably ever since she started letting out her more playful side. Seriously, how on earth did I find someone I feel this compatible with?
I go to lay down on the bed, first propping a couple of pillows up as usual so I can keep my upper body half lifted. Since I'm cupping Lily against my chest as I move, at some point as I lower myself I feel her crawl over the side of my wrist and cling to the fabric of my shirt, so that once I'm laying down she's sitting on my chest.
"Okay, I'm ready!" I chirp, lifting my hands up and over me as if waiting for her to magically take my shirt off. She giggles a bit but otherwise doesn't acknowledge this, instead making a beeline towards the base of my neck. She reaches the collar of my shirt and with a surprised gasp I quickly lower my arms as she slips right under the fabric.
From the inside of my shirt she starts making her way south, down the length of my chest, like a gerbil escaping its master, and I find myself grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets as this unexpectedly feels so good. I mean, her crawling on my body always feels good, but she’s mostly naked now and there’s something about the fact that she’s hidden, nothing more than a little bump under the fabric, that feels new and exciting. My boner lurches and I lean back, sighing in pleasure as she makes her way down, down…
It’s probably pretty dark in there so she’s meandering a little bit, course correcting when she approaches the curve of my sides, and I hear a small yelp as her hand slips into my belly button, like it’s a stair step she didn’t realize was there. But now she’s finally made it to the bottom of my shirt, and I prop myself up a bit higher so I can get a better view of her as she peeks her head out.
“Alright,” she says as she crawls out and gets to her feet, and then she looks around with her hands on her hips. “Let’s see what we can do.”
She turns her attention to my jeans, and I’m holding my breath for a second, fighting back a groan at the tease of her hanging out so close to my crotch. I want to rip all of my clothes off right now but I hold on, letting this play out. I’m not wearing a belt so that’s one less thing for her to grapple with and she sets to work trying to undo my pants. She’s sitting on my stomach, leaning over so that I get a particularly nice view of her butt, outlined sensually by the cut of her underwear. I’m surprised at her strength as she makes quick work of the button, and my dick throbs, desperate to escape its fabric prison, as she moves lower down my crotch, straining as she pulls on the zipper and making slow, tantalizing progress.
I’m starting to breathe harder by the time she’s done with that, my fingers fidgeting against the sheets with anticipation. She stands, glancing up at me in my aroused state and giving me a little smirk. “I’ll come back to that in a sec. Your shirt has been on for far too long.” She pads her way back to my stomach, and as she reaches the shirt this time she starts pushing the fabric back, up along my abdomen. I’m just wearing a normal fitted tee, no buttons to undo or anything, so she doesn’t have many other choices to try and help me undress. But since I’m laying down and pinning the back of the shirt against the bed, she doesn’t make very much progress here, bunching the fabric up in a couple of places but otherwise doing very little.
Watching her struggle is really cute. But I also can’t wait anymore. Taking action with a mix of impatience and mischievousness, I reach a hand into my pocket, feeling for the shrinking device, and then hit the button as I pull the machine out.
This almost immediately makes Lily trip over herself from the disorientation of the shrinking process itself and the fact that everything’s growing bigger around her. I watch her dwindle and my breathing gets faster as I revel in my power over her and at the way her tiny body looks as she takes up less and less space on my skin. Keeping an eye on the size readout on the device, I stop when she’s an inch tall.
She looks around herself to get her bearings as she gets back up to hands and knees, a bit out of breath from both the exertion of trying to undress me and the wave of overwhelm she often gets when she’s shrunk.
“Oh nooo,” I say, a little mockingly. “Looks like the task might be too big for you after all.”
I’m sure she figured it was never actually going to happen and was just enjoying the process of teasing me. But she knows her time has run out. She sits up, crossing her arms defiantly. “I got you started at least!” she calls up to me.
I give her a sarcastic nod, “Yup, of course, clearly you did most of the work. Let me just… finish this up for you…”
I start lifting myself up into a sitting position, not too quickly as I anticipate what happens next - she tumbles backwards, sliding down the length of me until she lands in my lap, her subtle weight still enough to feel against my bulge through the pants fabric. I grin at her down there and then finally I strip my shirt off, removing it in one smooth motion and tossing it aside.
I carefully start taking off my pants too, and since Lily is still sitting on my crotch I can see her getting anxious about all of the movement around her. I lift up my hips to slip the jeans out from underneath me and then I reach down for my tiny nervous friend, gathering her miniature form between my fingers and lifting her up. With this I'm able to finish pulling my pants off one-handed, and now we’re both in nothing but our undergarments. I can feel the relief in my cock that’s no longer quite so constricted and it’s quickly pitching a tent in my boxers.
Holding a hand up, I set Lily onto the palm of it, and the end of my index finger covers her body with ease as I gently but still forcefully push her so that she’s lying down. She’s trying to catch her breath, giving me a bit of a warning look that tells me I’m on the brink of being too rough with her… but haven’t quite crossed the line yet. I ease up a bit but keep my finger on top of her. “So small…” I whisper in my arousal, moving my fingertip down and along her body, feeling every bit of it, “You’re just so little, so soft… so sexy…”
She winces, partly from me putting a bit too much pressure on her and partly from her own arousal. I feel her attempting to bend her hips under me in such a way that I understand what she’s looking for. I switch to using my pinkie finger instead, which is still thicker than her body, but I’m able to tilt it just right as I carefully massage her thighs, her pelvis, slipping into the teeny gap between her legs as she spreads them…
I’m rewarded with her leaning her head back with a little whimper of a moan. God, it feels so good to be able to get these reactions out of her. To be able to connect like this despite the insane size difference.
I continue to talk to her as I pleasure her, looking for feedback in her miniscule expressions. “I didn’t mention it but maybe you can tell on your own these days… You’re only an inch tall right now. It’s so crazy when we think about it, huh? It’s getting hard for me to see some of the details… But you’re still so beautiful, Lily. You’re as small and delicate as a flower petal, and yet touching you like this is still making me so hard right now…”
And it’s true, my erection's almost painful at this point and it’s getting more difficult to concentrate. But I’m addicted to the sight of her aroused form writhing in my hand, her breathing getting faster. Suddenly her hands fly towards my finger, pushing urgently against it.
“Hold on,” she gasps, “Let’s focus on you. I… I need a break.”
I stop moving but don't pull away quite yet. "You okay?"
Her face may only be as big as a pencil eraser, but when her tiny, bright eyes look into mine I swear she's seeing right into my soul. She's wearing a slightly pained expression that I figure out is embarrassment. "I just… I've been looking forward to this and I… don't want it to end too quickly…"
I smile. I didn't realize she was already getting so close. I have to remember that she's still very new to this, still figuring out her own body. "That's fine, love. Plenty more I can do with you." I slowly pull my finger away, a tiny dot of her dampness glistening on my skin.
She props herself up on her elbows, pressing her legs together and closing her eyes as she's still riding the waves of arousal. My dick is pulling at my attention again, aching to get its turn, but there's one more thing I'd like to do first.
"You know… Since you were keeping count before," I say softly, leaning over her so that she has to look straight up at me, "I think it's my turn to call you out. Because you're currently wearing more clothes than I am, little one."
This helps her smile return. Caught in the throes, she obeys me without quipping back, quickly reaching up to pull her bra up and over her head, her breasts bouncing free. At this size she's bringing new meaning to the term itty bitty titties, her boobs just two soft little beads with pinpricks of pink in the center. But they're in perfect proportion with the rest of her body, and the sight of her nakedness is driving me nuts.
"Better?" she says, leaning back seductively.
"Much."
"Don't lose this, okay?" she adds as she extends the bra up in my direction. I offer her a finger for her to place the miniscule garment on, and I turn to carefully tuck it under my pillows for safekeeping.
I briefly take the opportunity to touch her again, with very little force this time, just enough to feel her little breasts, making tiny circles as my fingertip caresses her whole abdomen. We both emit quiet sounds of pleasure before I tell her, "You know, maybe you're better at clothing removal than I gave you credit for. Want to try undressing me again?"
She's having trouble focusing on my words, frowning in confusion. Below her field of vision, I start pulling back the waistband of my underwear.
"Maybe you'll have better luck from the inside," I say with a grin and immediately she's snapping to attention, eyes widening, muscles tensing. I'm lowering her now, tilting my hand as I move, letting her slide off my fingers that I've aimed just so, and she tumbles down the slope of my crotch until I feel her bump against the base of my member. The touch is electrifying, especially with all of this buildup, and after a brief moment of watching her and making sure she's unharmed, I let the elastic waistband snap shut, trapping her in.
Admittedly, this might not be the safest idea, but damn is this hot. She wriggles against me, struggling to make sense of her new environment, and each small movement is exactly the stimulation my dick has been craving, making me wince right away. I briefly wonder what it would be like to go through the day with her hidden away like this, inadvertently pleasuring me at every moment. It just feels fantastic.
I do hold a hand underneath everything, to help stop her fall if she slips off, and I have enough wherewithal to realize communication should probably be prioritized in case I can’t hear her muffled voice down there. I extend an arm towards my jeans, which are still sitting on the bed, and reach into the pocket. I have to pause as she suddenly pushes against my cock, I think from almost falling and then catching herself, and it makes me twitch.
I try to regain my composure. "How you doing in there?" I ask her in a sing-song voice, playfully poking at the fabric of my boxers and jostling her perch. “FYI, I’m putting the earpiece in.”
I hear the subtleties of Lily’s breathing now as she struggles in her little cave. She’s having to exert herself to not slip off of my shaft, and I do hear some fear in her voice, but thankfully it’s not abject terror.
“I-I'm alright but… it's really dark. And I'm not sure what I should be doing?"
"Mmm, from my perspective you're doing great. Want me to assist?" I start wrapping my hand around my member from the outside of the underwear, trying to estimate where she is and gently pinning her up against me with my thumb.
"Ah- ah, careful, you're about to pinch my arm. Hold on, let me try something."
I ease off the pressure, trying to make out the little bump of her body through the fabric, and from what I can feel it seems like she’s trying to climb up the length of my shaft. The thing about enjoying sexual acts with a tiny person like this is that all of those the small movements only serve to elongate the arousal process, build the pressure more and more, make everything increasingly sensitive, without enough stimulation for imminent release. The minute tickles of her hands and feet, the light weight of her body, not to mention all of the intense mental arousal that’s been building, send me into a state of anticipatory bliss like nothing else can.
It must be tricky for Lily, trying to climb a near vertical, fleshy pillar in the dark while also dealing with my movements and moans. She’s gotten so damn good at this, utilizing everything at her disposal - the cloth of the underwear, the very limited space between my dick and abdomen, the momentum of my twitches, and she’s making decent progress up my throbbing cock. I'm starting to think she might actually bring me to completion without any involvement from me.
But she isn’t immune to accidents. I can feel the precum flowing, dark patches of wetness appearing on my boxers, and some of it trickles her way. At first, this feels amazing, her body smoothly sliding against my skin, but then I can hear her yell, both in my ear and muffled below, immediately sobering me up as I realize she’s falling–
Thankfully my hand was already there to impede her fall, but from the way I feel her bounce against me I can tell she'd plummeted a good distance from her perspective. I immediately pull the waistband out, leaning forward to fretfully look for her, seeing her laying right next to my balls on the fabric of my boxers. She’s on her side, in the process of rolling herself onto her back, and at first I worry at the sight of a pained look on her tiny face, but she’s actually just squinting against the sudden influx of light before she blinks up at me.
Lily sees the fear on my face and puts her hands up reassuringly, “I’m okay, I’m okay. Thanks for catching me. So much for getting good at climbing…”
I let out a relieved sigh. “Except you were playing on hard mode in there,” I say, “You sure you’re alright? That seemed like quite a fall…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m good" she insists, pushing herself up to sitting, "Maybe it's the adrenaline talking but that was kind of… exhilarating?"
She surprises me, showing me yet again just how far she's come since the traumatized girl from our initial night together. I furtively glance at the readout on the shrinking device just in case she's hiding or isn't realizing that she really has hurt herself. But no, her miniaturized body truly is just more resilient.
"All the same, you're coming with me," I say with a little grin, reaching towards her with forefinger and thumb. For some reason, Lily starts scooting away from my hand, along the fabric of my underwear. I pause, both amused and confused as to what she's doing.
"Not yet," she says, still a bit out of breath. She points up, towards where she had fallen from. "He and I have unfinished business." In all of the worry and distraction, my dick has started to soften again. I can't believe that's what she's prioritizing right now.
I continue reaching for her as she skitters away, and I'm laughing now, "We can do a round two in a second… Come back here, you little…!" My size finally bests her dexterity as I manage to snatch her up, gently pinching her between my fingertips and lifting her out of my boxers.
I try to hold her steady as I lay back and wriggle out of my underpants, finally fully naked. Since she seems fine and I was getting pretty close, I'm raring to get back to business, but I take a second to bring Lily in for a full-body kiss and hold her in front of me. As anxious as she had looked to get back to the action too, she takes the moment now to return my smile.
As I stare at her little form, so vulnerable in my grasp, my imagination starts running away with all the things I could do to her. My breathing is hampered, my vision unfocusing, and I hardly realize I’m voicing my thoughts out loud until I hear them spill into the air: “Ugh, I just want to shrink you again…”
I feel her slump against me with a sigh. “You’re insatiable,” she says, laughing. "You were just going on earlier about how small I am. Is it really not enough right now?”
“Never," I tease, and my own sigh is a wistful one.
“How small are you wanting?”
“You know I don’t have a limit… I just want you so tiny right now…”
“Like a little ant?” This gives me pause and I frown, focusing on her again as she gets my attention. She’s got a sneaky smile on her face, watching me as she lays her chin against my thumb. “Or a flea? Just a tiny speck of dirt, maybe?"
Wow. She’s really figured out how to immediately make me hard again. “Jesus, Lily…” I whisper, fighting back a groan.
She looks amused at the effect her dirty talk is having on me. “Tell you what…” she says, and then there's a long pause as she seems to think something through. “Being smaller actually makes it easier to climb, even though it’ll take longer… But if you’re alright with it taking time… then fine. Keep me visible, though, and keep me safe. If I make it up to the head, then I get to be an inch tall again. Deal?”
“A-Are you sure?” I ask, my heart pounding.
Her gaze softens, and only the slight waver in her voice shows any kind of internal battle she’s having. “Just be really, really careful, okay? I'm trusting you here.”
“Of course, little one. If at any point you change your mind, just… just tell me.” Weirdly, and I'm sure the hormones are partly to blame, I almost get emotional. This is another moment where I feel the paradox of, yes wanting her smaller, but also wanting her bigger to be able to hug her so tight.
But I’m too horny to linger on that, already grabbing for the shrinking device as I slowly start lowering Lily back down to my dick, which is erect again with anticipation, practically in line with my abdomen. My lower body is lying flat on the bed while my upper body is more upright, so she’ll have a moderate slope to traverse and I’ll be able to see her on me clearly, even as she gets smaller. I gingerly place her right on my shaft, about halfway up, and just seeing her straddle it with a certain amount of confidence is encouraging, although she does seem nervous about what’s coming up.
“There’s just nothing like it, Lily,” I say to her softly and I push the button right then, “Watching you get smaller… and smaller… and smaller…” It’s like her body can’t help but obey each word as she melts away, and I’m biting my lip, clenching my muscles as I try to hold still, breathing hard just from watching it. I hear her breath quickening as well as she takes it all in, and this only helps my brain connect to the fact that it’s real, that tiny form in front of me that’s quickly becoming like a grain of sugar, it’s her, my precious little Lily, submitting to me, for me.
My cock is begging me to make her disappear, but I force my thumb off while I can still see her, her dot of a body still so satisfying to watch. Since I can’t get particularly close to her, it’s hard to make out individual parts of her body, though I’ve seen this enough times now that I get a vague sense of her, understanding roughly where her head and limbs are moving as she looks around.
I hear her take a deep breath and ask, “How big am I?”
I keep my voice as gentle and soft as I can, though I’m having some trouble getting words out. “About a millimeter. Truly just… a little speck… but I can still see you… I’ll keep my eye on you the whole time - fuck, I can’t look away…”
There are more nervous breaths from her and I see her move a bit, taking a few hesitant steps on my skin. “God, you are… massive right now, Leo.”
I catch myself just a bit too late, my dick twitching at those words right as my fingers come in to try to hold my member in place. Still, this is more than enough of a lurch to make her fall over with a yelp. “Ahhh, wrong thing to say, I guess,” she gasps.
“Not for me,” I sigh, deciding to keep my hand there to help me stay still for her, “It’s all music to my ears, love.”
“Damn, I can hear the blood rushing in there… I better get moving.”
My skin is sensitive enough now that I can feel her scurrying across me, giving me goosebumps all over my body. The trek is a few hundred feet for her up the pillar of my shaft and I’m entranced the entire time, watching her climb over a vein, leaning over as far as I can to see those miniscule arms and legs working deftly to climb me, comparing her frame against my much larger thumb that’s resting nearby. I’m more like a landscape to her. If I blew on her she would fly away. If she fell off she’d be completely lost to me without the tracker. Precum is spilling out of my tip and I glance over at it, picturing her falling into the slit, easily fitting inside me… She’s just so fucking tiny, it’s dizzying.
I lose sight of her as she nears her destination, the bulge of the head looming over her like a building. But I swear I feel her touch the tip right before I hear her say, “Made it.” I’m so close now that I can’t think straight - I’d input the one-inch setting into the device ahead of time so I set that off now to reward her, and then my fingers are wrapping around my shaft. I’m so sensitive, and the build up has been immense, the visuals of the past several minutes still playing out in my mind.
Then I see Lily appearing over the edge of my tip, still so little, and she looks disoriented and immediately grabs at the cockhead, slick with precum, to stabilize herself, which makes me groan. I put a finger over her body, pressing her slightly into this most sensitive spot on me, some part of me managing to stutter out, “Is this okay?” and she holds onto me tighter and gasps out a “yes” and I’m pumping more vigorously now, trying so hard to be gentle as I pin her to the tip with my other hand, and she’s coated in my fluids as she’s grinding herself against me, slipping and writhing and it takes me over the brink–
My fingers envelop her as I moan loudly and feel cum exploding out, jettisoning up as high as my chest as my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m lightheaded, reeling from the release, and I fight to stay aware of the tiny person that I’m keeping safe inside of a loose fist right now. I take a couple of deep breaths and then bring my hand up, uncurling my fingers to look at my one-inch lover laying on my palm. She’s breathing hard too, and she looks overwhelmed and lost and worn out but I can still see her arousal, and I realize she’s moving a hand down between her legs. My heart leaps as I desperately want to make her feel even a fraction of the pleasure she just gave me.
“Fuck, come here, Lily-” I whisper, pulling her up to my mouth. I gently close my lips around her lower body, being mindful not to touch her with my teeth, and my tongue carefully finds its mark and presses up against her thighs. She lets all of this happen and begins to moan and twist against me, her legs parting. With my other hand I find the device, which is already set to grow, and I make her a little bigger as I caress her with my tongue. When it feels like she’s about three inches again I stop growing her and am able to snake my way between her legs now, earning gasps of pleasure, and it doesn't take very much longer after that, her winces growing in intensity, until I taste her nectar spilling onto my tongue as her entire body tenses and she lets out an impassioned high-pitched moan. Then she goes slack again with a gasp and I slide her back out of my mouth to lay on my palm.
We gaze at each other for a minute, both panting as our heart rates slow back down, exchanging smiles and breaths of laughter. My heart swells as I think about all she’s done for me today - the thoughtfulness with the treasure hunt, the playfulness of undressing each other, the eagerness to pleasure me, the fearlessness after her fall, the willingness to get smaller - something I never expected.
I finally feel like I've calmed down and can hold myself still again, and it’s at this point that I realize that Lily's trembling in my hand. "Cold?" I ask, but she shakes her head.
"That was uh… really intense," she finally says.
I sympathetically grimace a little. "Too intense?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I'm still processing it. I'll get back to you." Her voice is wavering. It sounds like she might be about to cry.
I go ahead and carefully lay my other hand over her, like it's a weighted blanket, and I hold her there for a long time. At one point her eyes close and bit by bit her muscles unclench and she starts to breathe more smoothly.
I watch her, wondering if I’ve really fucked up. In the grand scheme of things we haven’t gone all out on the sex stuff very often, and I’m very aware that it’s a lot harder to control my already impulsive self once I reach a certain point of arousal. Yes, she was gung ho about it all, hopefully truly wanting it and not just feeling some kind of obligation again, but regardless of the reason, I’m the bigger one here. I’m the one with the capacity to really hurt her, physically or otherwise, and I need to be responsible about it. Her first night here was a huge lesson in that, one that in retrospect I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself over. Today’s foreplay and teasing was really great and I was able to keep myself in check then, but if it means I end up too riled up later and get overly rough then I really need to reevaluate how I go about this. Although… she’s shown me time and time again how resilient she is. At least I can trust that she’s going to be okay.
After a good while of letting her rest, she smiles, eyes still closed, and gives me a little thankful tap on my finger. I give her some more time to make sure she’s alright, until I’m starting to think that she could handle and might even benefit from a bit of lightheartedness. So I lean a little closer and say softly, "You know… That's the second time now that you've requested I make you smaller."
She opens her eyes to glare at me, shimmying out from under my hand as she sits up. "I didn't request it. I was acquiescing. Very different. And I guess I was just saying the type of stuff that I knew would get you all excited." She smiles that adorable smirk. "Which was far too easy to do, I have to say."
"Indeed. Well, you’ve certainly picked up on what I like to hear."
"Mm-hmm. It's all part of my grand plan, you see. To have you wrapped around my little finger." She lifts a hand up to wiggle her very, very small pinkie. "So to speak."
I laugh. "I see. Well I think you should be careful, little one…" I go to pinch one of her legs and she gasps as she's suddenly lifted upside down while I grin at her. "Otherwise I might need to make sure we're still clear on who's in charge here."
She's glowering, looking a little humiliated from her dangling position, though she still crosses her arms defiantly. Too cute. Cognizant of all the blood that's rushing to her head, I lower her down again, but instead of putting her back into my hand, I turn and gently lay her onto my pillow so that I can lay down alongside her, the best position in my opinion for post-coital chats.
I quickly grab a few tissues from the nightstand so that I can clean myself off, as well as help her wipe off some of the saliva and precum that she got coated in - though at least I’d managed to save her from the stickiness of actual cum that I'm now having to grapple with.
“So,” I say softly, going back to a more sincere tone after we’re done cleaning and I’ve settled my hand back onto her. “You still processing?”
“Mmm… maybe I need help in processing.” This is something I’ve noticed about her. She keeps to herself in many ways, but it does seem to really help her figure out how she feels when she talks through her thoughts. Past girlfriends have told me that I’m a good listener when I want to be, and I think there’s truth to that - I appreciate any time I’m able to get Lily to open up to me.
“That was a lot,” I soothe, “It was fun and exciting, but between all the climbing and the falling and the… manhandling…”
“Right. I mean, it’s weird, I was wanting it. But I don’t think I was thinking straight. Until after.”
“Well, I certainly understand having that problem. Including the post-nut clarity.”
We share a smile and then she sighs exasperatedly before asking, “Is sex supposed to be this complicated?”
“Sometimes. I think we have a bit of a special case.”
“It’s just… I’m still scared, man. Like, all the time. It’s exhausting.” My chest tightens but I don’t say anything, just instinctively give her a little sympathetic squeeze and let her continue, “I don’t want to be, I’m so tired of living in fear. But maybe me being scared is what normally kinda holds you back? And now that I was just as eager as you, the balance was off and we went overboard?”
“That’s entirely possible,” I admit. I’m still stuck on her saying that she lives in constant fear. Even after all this time? Surely she doesn’t mean that? But I put a mental pin in it, focusing on what she’s saying right now.
“Plus,” and the words are flowing out of her now, “I feel like every time I’m near your dick I end up being shrunk, like, stupid small. I know you like it, I… I thought I’d be okay with it this time, I was just so horny today and thought I could handle it…”
I nod. “Any other feelings aside, I’m guessing that’s probably a buzzkill, huh? To be in a vastly different landscape like that all of a sudden.”
“Weirdly… not exactly? I mean…” And then she goes quiet. Closing in again. I give her a few seconds to gather her thoughts, but it doesn’t sound like she’s going to continue, just gazing off to the side while lost in her own mind.
I stroke her back and try to continue for her, hoping to get her to come back to me. “Regardless of how it feels exactly, I’m sure it’s just a lot, love. Too much.”
“Yeah…” she mutters.
“And you’re right, I don’t think I’d realized it until you said something, but I do always make you too small when we get to that point. Let’s try to change it up next time?”
Her gaze meets mine again with a curious frown. “How so?”
“Hmmm, let’s just make you a good six inches. Keep you that way and let you take the reins down south, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re not going to make me climb it?”
“I never want to make you climb it. And I’m totally down to add some variety. I mean, there’s so many other things you could do right? Pole dancing. Bull riding. Just… giving it a big hug, I dunno.”
She actually laughs at this. “Yeah. Alright. Maybe I need to get to know that cock of yours a little better. While I’m not a speck.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smile and scootch forward on the pillow, jostling her in the process, while I pull her in so that our foreheads touch, letting my eyes close. I whisper to her, “Lily, I don’t want you to have to show fear in order for me to treat you right. You know?”
She’s silent at this. When I open my eyes again, she’s staring at me very intensely, and I can sense there’s an absolute storm of thoughts racing through her mind right now. I’m a bit taken aback. Did I say something wrong?
“What is it?” I ask, brow creasing as I start pulling back to better look at her.
“Nothing,” she says, snapping out of it. “Not yet… soon.” She tries to close the gap again, reaching a hand out so she can snuggle against me. “I want to enjoy this a little longer.”
What the hell does that mean? I’m feeling increasingly curious about what she’s not telling me. “Well that doesn’t sound incredibly ominous or anything,” I say slowly.
She laughs and I can hear a nervous twinge to it. “Sorry, ignore me. You just reminded me of something I’ve been journaling about. My sister’s going through some stuff and I’ve got that call on Monday with her and it’s got me stressed out. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe Monday. Just… hold me?”
I can tell it's a lie. I mean, yes, I’ve seen via texts that apparently her sister’s having relationship issues, but I don’t think that’s the problem. I almost press the matter, but her eyes are closed and she looks comfortable and content now, and she feels so good pressed up against me… I ultimately decide to stay quiet, readjusting my fingers around her and nuzzling into her warm little body. We both let out a quiet sigh and lay there for a good while.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I suddenly feel Lily’s muscles tense. “Ahhhh, crap.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my eyes blinking open.
“Um. Don’t be mad.”
I tilt my head slightly as I watch her sit up. “I won’t. Have you ever really seen me angry?”
“True. Uhhh, remember how I had you put my bra away to keep it safe?”
“Yeah, it’s here under the pillow, you want it back?”
“Sure, but… I should have done the same with my underwear.”
I automatically glance lower on her body before looking back up at her face. Come to think of it… at what point did she get fully naked?
“I took it off while I was… down there. Towards the end.”
“Oh,” I say, “Uhhh, if it was while you were a millimeter tall then it’s probably gone, love.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I took it off at some point after you started growing me back but before you picked me up. I kinda just… put it aside. There was a lot going on. Ugh, they were expensive though and look way better on me than the dollhouse stuff…”
I’m chuckling now, petting her head consolingly. “It’s okay, little one, no worries. Here, how about I let you go clean up now and I’ll see if I can find it. We’ll have to shrink you back down for a minute to get it to fit you again, but you know I have no problem with that.”
She’s incredibly embarrassed but agrees, and while she’s showering off any residual stickiness in the dollhouse I spend the next ten minutes examining myself in great detail trying to find a speck of black fabric on my dick that I end up needing tweezers to extricate like it’s a little piece of lint. What is my life.
[b]Chapter 9: Days in the Life of a Giant[/b]
[i]Wait For It[/i]
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] You still at the store?
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Yeah
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] I had lunch with Jack so I only just got here, but for some reason store’s not open yet so I'm still just sitting in the car
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Ohh that's why I still have internet
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Yep
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] According to the sign you still have about 15 minutes before I head in
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] So what do you think, enjoying the photo shoot fame?
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Its weirdly addicting to look at the comments
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Everyone's just playing along
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] And it sounds like you have some competition, so many people wanting to borrow me
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Too bad
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Mine <3
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] lol I think I'd rather stay with you than some of these guys
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] But dude a few of the pictures turned out really professional looking
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] You're kinda starting to convince me with the whole patreon thing
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Really??
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Ahhh it'd be so fun love
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Plus with the traction we're getting I bet we could actually make some money off of it
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] And it would all go straight to your bank account, just for the record
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Tempting
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Maybe next time we go for a naughtier shoot
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Ok
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Who are you and what have you done with Lily
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] lol shut up
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Only bc that seems to be everyones main disappointment
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] For the record, I don't mean me being naked
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] I'm not sure I would ever feel comfortable with that being on the internet
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Totally fine
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] I'll provide the nudity
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] You provide the cuteness
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Deal
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] On that note, whatchu doing this afternoon? ;)
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Conveniently, not much at all :)
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Maybe I don't need to go to the store
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Oh
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] I really was craving those oreos lol
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] Okokok you're right we really need groceries anyway
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] It's ok
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] It'll just help build anticipation
[b][color=#4000BF]PikaPippin:[/color][/b] Don't pounce on me too hard big guy
[b][color=#008000]LeoDeJaneiro:[/color][/b] No promises little one <3
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I’ve been in a few relationships over the years, a couple of them decently long term. I’d call myself a passionate lover, and I’ve always been one to dote and gush over a girlfriend, but I generally didn’t have any trouble staying level-headed through it all. Sure, there might be a bit of a honeymoon phase for the first few weeks, but then we’d settle into a level of comfort until something eventually didn’t work out - logistics would be too difficult to navigate or we’d realize we just weren’t as compatible as we’d thought.
No girl has ever made me feel the way Lily does.
Part of that is my doing of course. I didn’t own a shrink ray during any of the other relationships and it certainly adds so much for me. But I don’t think that’s the main cause here. It has all felt so serendipitous, the way our interests line up so well, the way our differences complement each other, the way we’ve started communicating more and on a deeper level. We’ve known each other for three months now, almost two of which we’ve been living together. In the grand scheme of things I realize that’s not such a long time, and I knew going into this that there’s no way I’d ever get tired of having a shrunken person, but… I don’t think I’d quite anticipated falling for her this hard.
I’ve been a little extra distracted in my day-to-day life, just enough that people are starting to notice. My friend Jack was just asking me during lunch when he “gets to meet her”, even though I’ve never mentioned Lily, because apparently I’m just really acting too obvious that something’s been different lately. I laughed it off, admitting that I’d met someone but that it isn’t anything serious yet. I wish I didn’t have to lie. I want to introduce her to all of my friends, I want to show her off. All in due time.
And then the trip to the store is pure torture, knowing that I get to have my way with her when I get home. Knowing that the desire is not just coming from me, but that she wants it too. Sex has never been more exciting and meaningful and ugh why is my grocery list so damn long…
I’m brimming with anticipation by the time I get home, and though there are enough bags that I should probably take two trips, I certainly find a way to carry everything in one go. This means I’m breathing a little hard after climbing the two flights of stairs, and I try to calm down as I put some of the frozen stuff away. I have to remember how much bigger and more intimidating I can appear to her - I don’t want to scare her out of a good time by being overeager.
I eventually make my way down the hall, noticing I’d left the door half-closed. I lightly tap on the wood and in a gentle voice call out “Knock knock…” as I slowly push the door open. I'm expecting her to have heard me coming by this point, and I look avidly towards the desk, only to see that it’s empty. I stand in the doorway for a moment, my eyes traveling around, scanning the table’s surface, the shelf above, any of the dollhouse windows I can see from here. Nothing.
“Lily?” I say, stepping inside now, looking a little closer at some of the objects on the desk that she could be behind, but everything’s still and quiet. Feeling my chest tighten with panic, I look towards the floor, scanning the carpet as I desperately hope I’m not about to find a small crumpled figure on the ground. I’m feeling both reassured and disconcerted to see nothing of the sort.
With a bit more insistence, I call her name again, at this point crouching to peer through the windows of the dollhouse, and I’m reflexively pulling the shrinking device out of my pocket, still worried about potential injuries if she fell somewhere out of sight, but according to the readout of her vitals she’s physically just fine. I breathe out a sigh of relief, and I’m about to switch to tracking mode when something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I look back up from the device, towards the dollhouse… I swear I just saw a light turn off. Finally it all suddenly makes sense to me. A smile starts creeping across my face.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” I sing softly, bringing my hands up to the roof of the dollhouse and slowly starting to lift it up as it pivots on its hinges. I scan the top floor and I don’t immediately see her, looking over her bedroom, the main bath, a smaller room that has her computer and a larger room that has a variety of crafting supplies.
I’m momentarily distracted by the craft room - I don’t usually open up the dollhouse like this as I do try and give her privacy, so I’d never seen some of the stuff she’s worked on in here, including little sculptures made of modeling clay. Most of them just seem to be vague shapes that she’s messing around with, but there are a few tiny animal figurines, some cups and plates, and…
I frown, tilting my head at one of them. It’s quite big, to her at least, sitting on the main table in the room and I realize immediately that it is in the distinct shape of an arrow. Instinctively, my gaze follows where it’s pointing and I lean in a bit closer before seeing that there’s a little piece of paper taped to the wall just below the window, and drawn on it is another arrow, pointing up. I glance at the ceiling that’s currently swung open and don’t see anything on it, so I take a couple of steps to see the other side of the dollhouse, and sure enough, I find another piece of paper taped to the wall just outside of that window.
I begin following the path, the trajectory winding its way down the dollhouse, meandering around the desk and up to the shelf above. As I move from arrow to arrow my smile keeps growing as I’m finding this little game adorable, imagining her tiny form skittering around the space and taping these up. I’m actually a bit impressed at where I find some of the papers, one of them taped at the top of her tallest climbing rope, another of which I find just on the underside of the shelf, which gives me a bit of anxiety as I’m hoping she didn’t do anything too reckless to accomplish this. Finally the path leads back down towards the dollhouse, up the outer back wall - and again, I wonder how she taped the paper so high up on the water tank - until it leads straight through the window of her bedroom.
The blanket on her bed is pulled back and I feel very confident that this wasn’t the case when I first opened the dollhouse a couple of minutes ago. There’s a paper laying on the mattress and its arrow points right to the closet, which is slightly open. My heart rate is picking up now as I slowly reach down, pressing my fingertips against the little sliding door and fully opening it. I notice miniature clothing on hangers but can’t quite see into the tiny room… I’m waiting for something to jump out at me but press on, carefully slipping my fingers into the cramped space.
I inhale sharply as I brush up against something warm. Immediately my muscles relax at the familiar feeling of her skin, and my middle finger follows the path of what I realize is her leg. As I gently slide it up to her hip I think I hear a little giggle, and then she’s moving against me, sitting on top of the digit with her hands now wrapping around my index finger and holding me tight. I bite my lip in anticipation as I start pulling my hand out of the closet, tiny woman in tow.
Lily’s eyes are shut as she’s dragged through the clothes, but as I finish tugging her out I see them blink open and look up at me, a little grin lighting up her face. “You found me!” she chirps and I’m beaming right back, lifting her up and out of the dollhouse.
“I did! That was quite the treasure hunt,” I say, bringing my other hand up behind her to keep her stable, “How long did that take for you to set up?”
“I don't know, maybe an hour or two? I got the idea when you told me what an Investigation check is in D&D. Then I got really bored this morning.”
“I can see that. I loved it! And you, my little fairy, are just the best prize.” I lift her up to my lips for a quick kiss on the forehead and then hug her against my cheek as I speak a little softer, “I’ll be honest though, that really scared me at first when I didn’t see you. I thought you’d fallen somewhere.”
“Oh… oops.” And she hugs me back, pressing up against me, “That wasn’t the intention. Sorry, I didn’t think that part through.”
“No, it’s okay,” I mumble, melting against her touch, and then kiss her again before lowering her back down and letting her sit on my palm. I suddenly notice something that I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed sooner. “Wait, what are you wearing?”
At first I think it’s a dress, which is not something Lily usually wears despite there being a couple of them included with the dollhouse, presumably since it’s not the most practical thing. The black fabric drapes loosely over her frame and only reaches down to about mid-thigh. Her expression shifts as she starts smiling at me in almost a smirk. Seductive. “It’s just a robe,” she says matter-of-factly, “It’s comfy. And I figured, you know… easy access.”
Welp. Hello, erection. I try to play it cool and match her nonchalant tone, “I like it. Very chique. I think you should wear this more often.”
“I’m sure you do.” I’m not sure how she manages it, but seemingly without moving at all as she keeps her eyes on me, the robe's collar magically slips off of her shoulder. She doesn’t address it, continuing to gaze at me.
I want to touch her. I’m trying to resist jumping into this too fast or too eagerly, but she’s making it so damn difficult. I smile softly and reach a finger up in an attempt to scoot the sleeve back up onto her shoulder. She puts a hand on the digit, hugging me against her. Her fingers dig a bit into my skin, her blue-green gaze becomes a little more insistent. A wordless invitation.
More than happy to acquiesce, I reverse course, starting to slowly pull the fabric lower along her arm instead. The tension is enough to open the front of the robe, revealing more of her neck, her collarbone, her chest… My breath hitches at the sight of her lingerie, which I haven’t really seen on her before. Even at her small size I can see some of the intricacies of the black bra, the delicate lace cupping her breasts as if made specifically for her. I realize this must not be one of the standard dollhouse clothes, but it’s the bra that she wore the day we first met. It looks stunning on her.
I’m showing restraint with my slow, deliberate movements and it’s equal parts torture and pleasure to gradually unwrap her. Her arm slips out of its sleeve so that the robe only covers half of her torso now, and she shivers as I move my finger back up the way I'd come, caressing her skin. I switch to the other side, gently pinching at the sleeve to slowly slip it off in one fell swoop. Her top half is now free, the rest of the robe draped over her legs that are half tucked under her as she sits on my palm. I move my ring finger to stroke her back as I turn my attention to the tiny belt cinched around her waist, little more than a silk thread to me, gingerly taking it between forefinger and thumb. I give it a little tug and whatever knot she had set up easily comes loose, slipping off satisfyingly as the robe spills open, sliding off her legs. Her underwear matches her bra - black, feminine, contouring her in the most flattering way.
I drink in the sight of her body… The long legs, slender waist, subtle curves accentuated by the lingerie and the way her hair drapes over her frame. And she’s blushing, struggling to sit there as I take her in, clearly self conscious but trying to exude whatever confidence she can. She’s adorable, irresistible and I’m finding myself leaning in as if hypnotized. I manage to remain particularly gentle as I cover her with kisses, carefully pressing my lips across every part of her body, eliciting little sighs and moans as she writhes against me. She plants tiny kisses of her own wherever she can reach on me and I savor her caring touch as it’s something she’s only started doing quite recently. I never want to get used to it, this level of sweet tenderness from her.
We kiss for a while and my heart is pounding, my erection tight. Lily's the one who eventually pulls back as she stands to her feet, giving me one more peck on the tip of my nose before she leans heavily on the bridge of it. “You’re being remarkably well-behaved," she observes, her fingers tickling me as she runs them across my skin.
"You're not exactly making it easy for me, little one," I murmur in response.
"Well, I still don't think you're being entirely fair," she teases, sliding down my face to sit again on my hand.
I chuckle, lowering her down a bit so I can loom over her in a playfully dominant way. "[i]I'm[/i] being unfair?"
"Uh huh," she says and gestures towards my chest, "I think you're wearing far too many clothes."
"Mmmm," I say pensively, my other hand automatically creeping towards the bottom of my shirt, "I think I can rectify that…"
"Hold on."
I pause, and from the sly look on her face I'm starting to suspect she's thought something out ahead of time. I wait to let her speak again, curious about what little ideas are churning in her head. "If we're talking fairness… You disrobed me. Shall I return the favor?"
Not quite what I was expecting. I struggle not to laugh at her three inch stature. "Do you, um… have some kind of plan for that, love?"
"Sort of. Lay down for me?"
I smile and can't keep my eyes off her as I stand up from the chair. When did I start taking orders from her like this? Probably ever since she started letting out her more playful side. Seriously, how on earth did I find someone I feel [i]this[/i] compatible with?
I go to lay down on the bed, first propping a couple of pillows up as usual so I can keep my upper body half lifted. Since I'm cupping Lily against my chest as I move, at some point as I lower myself I feel her crawl over the side of my wrist and cling to the fabric of my shirt, so that once I'm laying down she's sitting on my chest.
"Okay, I'm ready!" I chirp, lifting my hands up and over me as if waiting for her to magically take my shirt off. She giggles a bit but otherwise doesn't acknowledge this, instead making a beeline towards the base of my neck. She reaches the collar of my shirt and with a surprised gasp I quickly lower my arms as she slips right under the fabric.
From the inside of my shirt she starts making her way south, down the length of my chest, like a gerbil escaping its master, and I find myself grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets as this unexpectedly feels so good. I mean, her crawling on my body always feels good, but she’s mostly naked now and there’s something about the fact that she’s hidden, nothing more than a little bump under the fabric, that feels new and exciting. My boner lurches and I lean back, sighing in pleasure as she makes her way down, down…
It’s probably pretty dark in there so she’s meandering a little bit, course correcting when she approaches the curve of my sides, and I hear a small yelp as her hand slips into my belly button, like it’s a stair step she didn’t realize was there. But now she’s finally made it to the bottom of my shirt, and I prop myself up a bit higher so I can get a better view of her as she peeks her head out.
“Alright,” she says as she crawls out and gets to her feet, and then she looks around with her hands on her hips. “Let’s see what we can do.”
She turns her attention to my jeans, and I’m holding my breath for a second, fighting back a groan at the tease of her hanging out so close to my crotch. I want to rip all of my clothes off right now but I hold on, letting this play out. I’m not wearing a belt so that’s one less thing for her to grapple with and she sets to work trying to undo my pants. She’s sitting on my stomach, leaning over so that I get a particularly nice view of her butt, outlined sensually by the cut of her underwear. I’m surprised at her strength as she makes quick work of the button, and my dick throbs, desperate to escape its fabric prison, as she moves lower down my crotch, straining as she pulls on the zipper and making slow, tantalizing progress.
I’m starting to breathe harder by the time she’s done with that, my fingers fidgeting against the sheets with anticipation. She stands, glancing up at me in my aroused state and giving me a little smirk. “I’ll come back to that in a sec. Your shirt has been on for far too long.” She pads her way back to my stomach, and as she reaches the shirt this time she starts pushing the fabric back, up along my abdomen. I’m just wearing a normal fitted tee, no buttons to undo or anything, so she doesn’t have many other choices to try and help me undress. But since I’m laying down and pinning the back of the shirt against the bed, she doesn’t make very much progress here, bunching the fabric up in a couple of places but otherwise doing very little.
Watching her struggle is really cute. But I also can’t wait anymore. Taking action with a mix of impatience and mischievousness, I reach a hand into my pocket, feeling for the shrinking device, and then hit the button as I pull the machine out.
This almost immediately makes Lily trip over herself from the disorientation of the shrinking process itself and the fact that everything’s growing bigger around her. I watch her dwindle and my breathing gets faster as I revel in my power over her and at the way her tiny body looks as she takes up less and less space on my skin. Keeping an eye on the size readout on the device, I stop when she’s an inch tall.
She looks around herself to get her bearings as she gets back up to hands and knees, a bit out of breath from both the exertion of trying to undress me and the wave of overwhelm she often gets when she’s shrunk.
“Oh nooo,” I say, a little mockingly. “Looks like the task might be too big for you after all.”
I’m sure she figured it was never actually going to happen and was just enjoying the process of teasing me. But she knows her time has run out. She sits up, crossing her arms defiantly. “I got you started at least!” she calls up to me.
I give her a sarcastic nod, “Yup, of course, clearly you did most of the work. Let me just… finish this up for you…”
I start lifting myself up into a sitting position, not too quickly as I anticipate what happens next - she tumbles backwards, sliding down the length of me until she lands in my lap, her subtle weight still enough to feel against my bulge through the pants fabric. I grin at her down there and then finally I strip my shirt off, removing it in one smooth motion and tossing it aside.
I carefully start taking off my pants too, and since Lily is still sitting on my crotch I can see her getting anxious about all of the movement around her. I lift up my hips to slip the jeans out from underneath me and then I reach down for my tiny nervous friend, gathering her miniature form between my fingers and lifting her up. With this I'm able to finish pulling my pants off one-handed, and now we’re both in nothing but our undergarments. I can feel the relief in my cock that’s no longer quite so constricted and it’s quickly pitching a tent in my boxers.
Holding a hand up, I set Lily onto the palm of it, and the end of my index finger covers her body with ease as I gently but still forcefully push her so that she’s lying down. She’s trying to catch her breath, giving me a bit of a warning look that tells me I’m on the brink of being too rough with her… but haven’t quite crossed the line yet. I ease up a bit but keep my finger on top of her. “So small…” I whisper in my arousal, moving my fingertip down and along her body, feeling every bit of it, “You’re just so little, so soft… so sexy…”
She winces, partly from me putting a bit too much pressure on her and partly from her own arousal. I feel her attempting to bend her hips under me in such a way that I understand what she’s looking for. I switch to using my pinkie finger instead, which is still thicker than her body, but I’m able to tilt it just right as I carefully massage her thighs, her pelvis, slipping into the teeny gap between her legs as she spreads them…
I’m rewarded with her leaning her head back with a little whimper of a moan. God, it feels so good to be able to get these reactions out of her. To be able to connect like this despite the insane size difference.
I continue to talk to her as I pleasure her, looking for feedback in her miniscule expressions. “I didn’t mention it but maybe you can tell on your own these days… You’re only an inch tall right now. It’s so crazy when we think about it, huh? It’s getting hard for me to see some of the details… But you’re still so beautiful, Lily. You’re as small and delicate as a flower petal, and yet touching you like this is still making me so hard right now…”
And it’s true, my erection's almost painful at this point and it’s getting more difficult to concentrate. But I’m addicted to the sight of her aroused form writhing in my hand, her breathing getting faster. Suddenly her hands fly towards my finger, pushing urgently against it.
“Hold on,” she gasps, “Let’s focus on you. I… I need a break.”
I stop moving but don't pull away quite yet. "You okay?"
Her face may only be as big as a pencil eraser, but when her tiny, bright eyes look into mine I swear she's seeing right into my soul. She's wearing a slightly pained expression that I figure out is embarrassment. "I just… I've been looking forward to this and I… don't want it to end too quickly…"
I smile. I didn't realize she was already getting so close. I have to remember that she's still very new to this, still figuring out her own body. "That's fine, love. Plenty more I can do with you." I slowly pull my finger away, a tiny dot of her dampness glistening on my skin.
She props herself up on her elbows, pressing her legs together and closing her eyes as she's still riding the waves of arousal. My dick is pulling at my attention again, aching to get its turn, but there's one more thing I'd like to do first.
"You know… Since you were keeping count before," I say softly, leaning over her so that she has to look straight up at me, "I think it's my turn to call you out. Because you're currently wearing more clothes than I am, little one."
This helps her smile return. Caught in the throes, she obeys me without quipping back, quickly reaching up to pull her bra up and over her head, her breasts bouncing free. At this size she's bringing new meaning to the term itty bitty titties, her boobs just two soft little beads with pinpricks of pink in the center. But they're in perfect proportion with the rest of her body, and the sight of her nakedness is driving me nuts.
"Better?" she says, leaning back seductively.
"Much."
"Don't lose this, okay?" she adds as she extends the bra up in my direction. I offer her a finger for her to place the miniscule garment on, and I turn to carefully tuck it under my pillows for safekeeping.
I briefly take the opportunity to touch her again, with very little force this time, just enough to feel her little breasts, making tiny circles as my fingertip caresses her whole abdomen. We both emit quiet sounds of pleasure before I tell her, "You know, maybe you're better at clothing removal than I gave you credit for. Want to try undressing me again?"
She's having trouble focusing on my words, frowning in confusion. Below her field of vision, I start pulling back the waistband of my underwear.
"Maybe you'll have better luck from the inside," I say with a grin and immediately she's snapping to attention, eyes widening, muscles tensing. I'm lowering her now, tilting my hand as I move, letting her slide off my fingers that I've aimed just so, and she tumbles down the slope of my crotch until I feel her bump against the base of my member. The touch is electrifying, especially with all of this buildup, and after a brief moment of watching her and making sure she's unharmed, I let the elastic waistband snap shut, trapping her in.
Admittedly, this might not be the safest idea, but damn is this hot. She wriggles against me, struggling to make sense of her new environment, and each small movement is exactly the stimulation my dick has been craving, making me wince right away. I briefly wonder what it would be like to go through the day with her hidden away like this, inadvertently pleasuring me at every moment. It just feels fantastic.
I do hold a hand underneath everything, to help stop her fall if she slips off, and I have enough wherewithal to realize communication should probably be prioritized in case I can’t hear her muffled voice down there. I extend an arm towards my jeans, which are still sitting on the bed, and reach into the pocket. I have to pause as she suddenly pushes against my cock, I think from almost falling and then catching herself, and it makes me twitch.
I try to regain my composure. "How you doing in there?" I ask her in a sing-song voice, playfully poking at the fabric of my boxers and jostling her perch. “FYI, I’m putting the earpiece in.”
I hear the subtleties of Lily’s breathing now as she struggles in her little cave. She’s having to exert herself to not slip off of my shaft, and I do hear some fear in her voice, but thankfully it’s not abject terror.
“I-I'm alright but… it's really dark. And I'm not sure what I should be doing?"
"Mmm, from my perspective you're doing great. Want me to assist?" I start wrapping my hand around my member from the outside of the underwear, trying to estimate where she is and gently pinning her up against me with my thumb.
"Ah- ah, careful, you're about to pinch my arm. Hold on, let me try something."
I ease off the pressure, trying to make out the little bump of her body through the fabric, and from what I can feel it seems like she’s trying to climb up the length of my shaft. The thing about enjoying sexual acts with a tiny person like this is that all of those the small movements only serve to elongate the arousal process, build the pressure more and more, make everything increasingly sensitive, without enough stimulation for imminent release. The minute tickles of her hands and feet, the light weight of her body, not to mention all of the intense mental arousal that’s been building, send me into a state of anticipatory bliss like nothing else can.
It must be tricky for Lily, trying to climb a near vertical, fleshy pillar in the dark while also dealing with my movements and moans. She’s gotten so damn good at this, utilizing everything at her disposal - the cloth of the underwear, the very limited space between my dick and abdomen, the momentum of my twitches, and she’s making decent progress up my throbbing cock. I'm starting to think she might actually bring me to completion without any involvement from me.
But she isn’t immune to accidents. I can feel the precum flowing, dark patches of wetness appearing on my boxers, and some of it trickles her way. At first, this feels amazing, her body smoothly sliding against my skin, but then I can hear her yell, both in my ear and muffled below, immediately sobering me up as I realize she’s falling–
Thankfully my hand was already there to impede her fall, but from the way I feel her bounce against me I can tell she'd plummeted a good distance from her perspective. I immediately pull the waistband out, leaning forward to fretfully look for her, seeing her laying right next to my balls on the fabric of my boxers. She’s on her side, in the process of rolling herself onto her back, and at first I worry at the sight of a pained look on her tiny face, but she’s actually just squinting against the sudden influx of light before she blinks up at me.
Lily sees the fear on my face and puts her hands up reassuringly, “I’m okay, I’m okay. Thanks for catching me. So much for getting good at climbing…”
I let out a relieved sigh. “Except you were playing on hard mode in there,” I say, “You sure you’re alright? That seemed like quite a fall…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m good" she insists, pushing herself up to sitting, "Maybe it's the adrenaline talking but that was kind of… exhilarating?"
She surprises me, showing me yet again just how far she's come since the traumatized girl from our initial night together. I furtively glance at the readout on the shrinking device just in case she's hiding or isn't realizing that she really has hurt herself. But no, her miniaturized body truly is just more resilient.
"All the same, you're coming with me," I say with a little grin, reaching towards her with forefinger and thumb. For some reason, Lily starts scooting away from my hand, along the fabric of my underwear. I pause, both amused and confused as to what she's doing.
"Not yet," she says, still a bit out of breath. She points up, towards where she had fallen from. "He and I have unfinished business." In all of the worry and distraction, my dick has started to soften again. I can't believe that's what she's prioritizing right now.
I continue reaching for her as she skitters away, and I'm laughing now, "We can do a round two in a second… Come [i]back[/i] here, you little…!" My size finally bests her dexterity as I manage to snatch her up, gently pinching her between my fingertips and lifting her out of my boxers.
I try to hold her steady as I lay back and wriggle out of my underpants, finally fully naked. Since she seems fine and I was getting pretty close, I'm raring to get back to business, but I take a second to bring Lily in for a full-body kiss and hold her in front of me. As anxious as she had looked to get back to the action too, she takes the moment now to return my smile.
As I stare at her little form, so vulnerable in my grasp, my imagination starts running away with all the things I could do to her. My breathing is hampered, my vision unfocusing, and I hardly realize I’m voicing my thoughts out loud until I hear them spill into the air: “Ugh, I just want to shrink you again…”
I feel her slump against me with a sigh. “You’re insatiable,” she says, laughing. "You were just going on earlier about how small I am. Is it really not enough right now?”
“Never," I tease, and my own sigh is a wistful one.
“How small are you wanting?”
“You know I don’t have a limit… I just want you so tiny right now…”
“Like a little ant?” This gives me pause and I frown, focusing on her again as she gets my attention. She’s got a sneaky smile on her face, watching me as she lays her chin against my thumb. “Or a flea? Just a tiny speck of dirt, maybe?"
Wow. She’s really figured out how to immediately make me hard again. “Jesus, Lily…” I whisper, fighting back a groan.
She looks amused at the effect her dirty talk is having on me. “Tell you what…” she says, and then there's a long pause as she seems to think something through. “Being smaller actually makes it easier to climb, even though it’ll take longer… But if you’re alright with it taking time… then [i]fine[/i]. Keep me visible, though, and keep me safe. If I make it up to the head, then I get to be an inch tall again. Deal?”
“A-Are you sure?” I ask, my heart pounding.
Her gaze softens, and only the slight waver in her voice shows any kind of internal battle she’s having. “Just be really, really careful, okay? I'm trusting you here.”
“Of course, little one. If at any point you change your mind, just… just tell me.” Weirdly, and I'm sure the hormones are partly to blame, I almost get emotional. This is another moment where I feel the paradox of, yes wanting her smaller, but also wanting her bigger to be able to hug her so tight.
But I’m too horny to linger on that, already grabbing for the shrinking device as I slowly start lowering Lily back down to my dick, which is erect again with anticipation, practically in line with my abdomen. My lower body is lying flat on the bed while my upper body is more upright, so she’ll have a moderate slope to traverse and I’ll be able to see her on me clearly, even as she gets smaller. I gingerly place her right on my shaft, about halfway up, and just seeing her straddle it with a certain amount of confidence is encouraging, although she does seem nervous about what’s coming up.
“There’s just nothing like it, Lily,” I say to her softly and I push the button right then, “Watching you get smaller… and smaller… and [i]smaller[/i]…” It’s like her body can’t help but obey each word as she melts away, and I’m biting my lip, clenching my muscles as I try to hold still, breathing hard just from watching it. I hear her breath quickening as well as she takes it all in, and this only helps my brain connect to the fact that it’s real, that tiny form in front of me that’s quickly becoming like a grain of sugar, it’s [i]her[/i], my precious little Lily, submitting to me, [i]for[/i] me.
My cock is begging me to make her disappear, but I force my thumb off while I can still see her, her dot of a body still so satisfying to watch. Since I can’t get particularly close to her, it’s hard to make out individual parts of her body, though I’ve seen this enough times now that I get a vague sense of her, understanding roughly where her head and limbs are moving as she looks around.
I hear her take a deep breath and ask, “How big am I?”
I keep my voice as gentle and soft as I can, though I’m having some trouble getting words out. “About a millimeter. Truly just… a little speck… but I can still see you… I’ll keep my eye on you the whole time - fuck, I can’t look away…”
There are more nervous breaths from her and I see her move a bit, taking a few hesitant steps on my skin. “God, you are… [i]massive[/i] right now, Leo.”
I catch myself just a bit too late, my dick twitching at those words right as my fingers come in to try to hold my member in place. Still, this is more than enough of a lurch to make her fall over with a yelp. “Ahhh, wrong thing to say, I guess,” she gasps.
“Not for me,” I sigh, deciding to keep my hand there to help me stay still for her, “It’s all music to my ears, love.”
“Damn, I can [i]hear[/i] the blood rushing in there… I better get moving.”
My skin is sensitive enough now that I can feel her scurrying across me, giving me goosebumps all over my body. The trek is a few hundred feet for her up the pillar of my shaft and I’m entranced the entire time, watching her climb over a vein, leaning over as far as I can to see those miniscule arms and legs working deftly to climb me, comparing her frame against my much larger thumb that’s resting nearby. I’m more like a landscape to her. If I blew on her she would fly away. If she fell off she’d be completely lost to me without the tracker. Precum is spilling out of my tip and I glance over at it, picturing her falling into the slit, easily fitting inside me… She’s just so [i]fucking[/i] tiny, it’s dizzying.
I lose sight of her as she nears her destination, the bulge of the head looming over her like a building. But I swear I feel her touch the tip right before I hear her say, “Made it.” I’m so close now that I can’t think straight - I’d input the one-inch setting into the device ahead of time so I set that off now to reward her, and then my fingers are wrapping around my shaft. I’m so sensitive, and the build up has been immense, the visuals of the past several minutes still playing out in my mind.
Then I see Lily appearing over the edge of my tip, still so little, and she looks disoriented and immediately grabs at the cockhead, slick with precum, to stabilize herself, which makes me groan. I put a finger over her body, pressing her slightly into this most sensitive spot on me, some part of me managing to stutter out, “Is this okay?” and she holds onto me tighter and gasps out a “yes” and I’m pumping more vigorously now, trying so hard to be gentle as I pin her to the tip with my other hand, and she’s coated in my fluids as she’s grinding herself against me, slipping and writhing and it takes me over the brink–
My fingers envelop her as I moan loudly and feel cum exploding out, jettisoning up as high as my chest as my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m lightheaded, reeling from the release, and I fight to stay aware of the tiny person that I’m keeping safe inside of a loose fist right now. I take a couple of deep breaths and then bring my hand up, uncurling my fingers to look at my one-inch lover laying on my palm. She’s breathing hard too, and she looks overwhelmed and lost and worn out but I can still see her arousal, and I realize she’s moving a hand down between her legs. My heart leaps as I desperately want to make her feel even a fraction of the pleasure she just gave me.
“Fuck, come here, Lily-” I whisper, pulling her up to my mouth. I gently close my lips around her lower body, being mindful not to touch her with my teeth, and my tongue carefully finds its mark and presses up against her thighs. She lets all of this happen and begins to moan and twist against me, her legs parting. With my other hand I find the device, which is already set to grow, and I make her a little bigger as I caress her with my tongue. When it feels like she’s about three inches again I stop growing her and am able to snake my way between her legs now, earning gasps of pleasure, and it doesn't take very much longer after that, her winces growing in intensity, until I taste her nectar spilling onto my tongue as her entire body tenses and she lets out an impassioned high-pitched moan. Then she goes slack again with a gasp and I slide her back out of my mouth to lay on my palm.
We gaze at each other for a minute, both panting as our heart rates slow back down, exchanging smiles and breaths of laughter. My heart swells as I think about all she’s done for me today - the thoughtfulness with the treasure hunt, the playfulness of undressing each other, the eagerness to pleasure me, the fearlessness after her fall, the willingness to get smaller - something I never expected.
I finally feel like I've calmed down and can hold myself still again, and it’s at this point that I realize that Lily's trembling in my hand. "Cold?" I ask, but she shakes her head.
"That was uh… really intense," she finally says.
I sympathetically grimace a little. "Too intense?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I'm still processing it. I'll get back to you." Her voice is wavering. It sounds like she might be about to cry.
I go ahead and carefully lay my other hand over her, like it's a weighted blanket, and I hold her there for a long time. At one point her eyes close and bit by bit her muscles unclench and she starts to breathe more smoothly.
I watch her, wondering if I’ve really fucked up. In the grand scheme of things we haven’t gone all out on the sex stuff very often, and I’m very aware that it’s a lot harder to control my already impulsive self once I reach a certain point of arousal. Yes, she was gung ho about it all, hopefully truly wanting it and not just feeling some kind of obligation again, but regardless of the reason, I’m the bigger one here. I’m the one with the capacity to really hurt her, physically or otherwise, and I need to be responsible about it. Her first night here was a [i]huge[/i] lesson in that, one that in retrospect I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself over. Today’s foreplay and teasing was really great and I was able to keep myself in check then, but if it means I end up too riled up later and get overly rough then I really need to reevaluate how I go about this. Although… she’s shown me time and time again how resilient she is. At least I can trust that she’s going to be okay.
After a good while of letting her rest, she smiles, eyes still closed, and gives me a little thankful tap on my finger. I give her some more time to make sure she’s alright, until I’m starting to think that she could handle and might even benefit from a bit of lightheartedness. So I lean a little closer and say softly, "You know… That's the [i]second[/i] time now that you've requested I make you smaller."
She opens her eyes to glare at me, shimmying out from under my hand as she sits up. "I didn't request it. I was [i]acquiescing[/i]. Very different. And I guess I was just saying the type of stuff that I knew would get you all excited." She smiles that adorable smirk. "Which was far too easy to do, I have to say."
"Indeed. Well, you’ve certainly picked up on what I like to hear."
"Mm-hmm. It's all part of my grand plan, you see. To have you wrapped around my little finger." She lifts a hand up to wiggle her very, very small pinkie. "So to speak."
I laugh. "I see. Well I think you should be careful, little one…" I go to pinch one of her legs and she gasps as she's suddenly lifted upside down while I grin at her. "Otherwise I might need to make sure we're still clear on who's in charge here."
She's glowering, looking a little humiliated from her dangling position, though she still crosses her arms defiantly. Too cute. Cognizant of all the blood that's rushing to her head, I lower her down again, but instead of putting her back into my hand, I turn and gently lay her onto my pillow so that I can lay down alongside her, the best position in my opinion for post-coital chats.
I quickly grab a few tissues from the nightstand so that I can clean myself off, as well as help her wipe off some of the saliva and precum that she got coated in - though at least I’d managed to save her from the stickiness of actual cum that I'm now having to grapple with.
“So,” I say softly, going back to a more sincere tone after we’re done cleaning and I’ve settled my hand back onto her. “You still processing?”
“Mmm… maybe I need help in processing.” This is something I’ve noticed about her. She keeps to herself in many ways, but it does seem to really help her figure out how she feels when she talks through her thoughts. Past girlfriends have told me that I’m a good listener when I want to be, and I think there’s truth to that - I appreciate any time I’m able to get Lily to open up to me.
“That was a lot,” I soothe, “It was fun and exciting, but between all the climbing and the falling and the… manhandling…”
“Right. I mean, it’s weird, I was [i]wanting[/i] it. But I don’t think I was thinking straight. Until after.”
“Well, I certainly understand having that problem. Including the post-nut clarity.”
We share a smile and then she sighs exasperatedly before asking, “Is sex supposed to be this complicated?”
“Sometimes. I think we have a bit of a special case.”
“It’s just… I’m still scared, man. Like, [i]all[/i] the time. It’s exhausting.” My chest tightens but I don’t say anything, just instinctively give her a little sympathetic squeeze and let her continue, “I don’t [i]want[/i] to be, I’m so tired of living in fear. But maybe me being scared is what normally kinda holds you back? And now that I was just as eager as you, the balance was off and we went overboard?”
“That’s entirely possible,” I admit. I’m still stuck on her saying that she lives in constant fear. Even after all this time? Surely she doesn’t mean that? But I put a mental pin in it, focusing on what she’s saying right now.
“Plus,” and the words are flowing out of her now, “I feel like every time I’m near your dick I end up being shrunk, like, stupid small. I know you like it, I… I thought I’d be okay with it this time, I was just so horny today and thought I could handle it…”
I nod. “Any other feelings aside, I’m guessing that’s probably a buzzkill, huh? To be in a vastly different landscape like that all of a sudden.”
“Weirdly… not exactly? I mean…” And then she goes quiet. Closing in again. I give her a few seconds to gather her thoughts, but it doesn’t sound like she’s going to continue, just gazing off to the side while lost in her own mind.
I stroke her back and try to continue for her, hoping to get her to come back to me. “Regardless of how it feels exactly, I’m sure it’s just a [i]lot[/i], love. Too much.”
“Yeah…” she mutters.
“And you’re right, I don’t think I’d realized it until you said something, but I do always make you too small when we get to that point. Let’s try to change it up next time?”
Her gaze meets mine again with a curious frown. “How so?”
“Hmmm, let’s just make you a good six inches. Keep you that way and let you take the reins down south, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re not going to make me climb it?”
“I never want to [i]make[/i] you climb it. And I’m totally down to add some variety. I mean, there’s so many other things you could do right? Pole dancing. Bull riding. Just… giving it a big hug, I dunno.”
She actually laughs at this. “Yeah. Alright. Maybe I need to get to know that cock of yours a little better. While I’m [i]not[/i] a speck.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smile and scootch forward on the pillow, jostling her in the process, while I pull her in so that our foreheads touch, letting my eyes close. I whisper to her, “Lily, I don’t want you to have to show fear in order for me to treat you right. You know?”
She’s silent at this. When I open my eyes again, she’s staring at me very intensely, and I can sense there’s an absolute storm of thoughts racing through her mind right now. I’m a bit taken aback. Did I say something wrong?
“What is it?” I ask, brow creasing as I start pulling back to better look at her.
“Nothing,” she says, snapping out of it. “Not yet… soon.” She tries to close the gap again, reaching a hand out so she can snuggle against me. “I want to enjoy this a little longer.”
What the hell does that mean? I’m feeling increasingly curious about what she’s not telling me. “Well that doesn’t sound incredibly ominous or anything,” I say slowly.
She laughs and I can hear a nervous twinge to it. “Sorry, ignore me. You just reminded me of something I’ve been journaling about. My sister’s going through some stuff and I’ve got that call on Monday with her and it’s got me stressed out. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe Monday. Just… hold me?”
I can tell it's a lie. I mean, yes, I’ve seen via texts that apparently her sister’s having relationship issues, but I don’t think that’s the problem. I almost press the matter, but her eyes are closed and she looks comfortable and content now, and she feels so good pressed up against me… I ultimately decide to stay quiet, readjusting my fingers around her and nuzzling into her warm little body. We both let out a quiet sigh and lay there for a good while.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I suddenly feel Lily’s muscles tense. “Ahhhh, crap.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my eyes blinking open.
“Um. Don’t be mad.”
I tilt my head slightly as I watch her sit up. “I won’t. Have you ever really seen me angry?”
“True. Uhhh, remember how I had you put my bra away to keep it safe?”
“Yeah, it’s here under the pillow, you want it back?”
“Sure, but… I should have done the same with my underwear.”
I automatically glance lower on her body before looking back up at her face. Come to think of it… at what point did she get fully naked?
“I took it off while I was… down there. Towards the end.”
“Oh,” I say, “Uhhh, if it was while you were a millimeter tall then it’s probably gone, love.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I took it off at some point after you started growing me back but before you picked me up. I kinda just… put it aside. There was a lot going on. Ugh, they were expensive though and look way better on me than the dollhouse stuff…”
I’m chuckling now, petting her head consolingly. “It’s okay, little one, no worries. Here, how about I let you go clean up now and I’ll see if I can find it. We’ll have to shrink you back down for a minute to get it to fit you again, but you know I have no problem with that.”
She’s incredibly embarrassed but agrees, and while she’s showering off any residual stickiness in the dollhouse I spend the next ten minutes examining myself in great detail trying to find a speck of black fabric on my dick that I end up needing tweezers to extricate like it’s a little piece of lint. What is my life.