In one of the short, short stories I wrote in my SW Flash Fiction Anthology, I created the world of SwiftTech, a company that operates exclusively in Vancouver, Canada, and which temporarily shrinks women who are in stable partnerships, but only after both her and her partner pass an exhaustive psychological screening. I wanted to go back to that universe, but by the time my muse prompted me to do so, the story was buried under a dozen others. So this thread will be dedicated to pieces of flash fiction set in my SwiftTech universe.
The picture attached to this entry is Lela McCain, the eighteen year old bride of equally young Jeff McCain, who are both satisfied customers of SwiftTech and are characters in the short short story "Brunch", and whom I will be revisiting in the upcoming stories "Wedding Night" and "Paper Anniversary." Thanks again @Bobascher for creating Lela for me!
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"You have some very, very weird fetishes," Lucinda laughed, adjusting the bustier of her costume. It was a replica of the same costume that Lynda Carter had worn almost a half century before, though it had been adjusted for the fact that Lucinda was two cup sizes larger than Lynda Carter had been when she first wore it. The damn thing felt like it was going to fall off at any moment, even though the shop owner had assured both her and her husband that it wouldn't.
Truthfully, Lucinda would have just preferred just to run around nude. One of the great things about the Process was that it felt like the world's greatest body scrub. Every square centimeter of her body felt fresh and tingly. Or maybe she should say every square millimeter she thought with a giggle.
"Are you ready yet?" a booming voice yelled from the other room.
"Almost," Lucinda yelled back. It seemed counterintuitive, but the odd physics of the Process left her voice normal, instead of diminished like the rest of her body. "There's a lot more to this costume than meets the eye."
"And soon there'll be a lot less," the booming voice chuckled.
Lucinda almost asked why they just couldn't start off with her nude, but she kept her peace. This was the first time they had qualified for the Take Home version of the Process, and the seventy-two hour version at that. When they were initially informed they had been tentatively approved for the take home version of the Process, Lucinda and her husband had spent the weekend separately making up their fantasy "to do" list with a sixteen centimeter tall Lucinda. Then they sat down together, weeded out and combined their list, then sent it in via email to their designated Process analyst. That was the most embarrassing part, having to sit down with someone to discuss their mutual shrunken woman fantasies. But Morton and Lucinda had had Beverly as their analyst for the last three times they had used the Process. The woman knew how to put her clients at ease.
Once she got all the parts of the costume on, Lucinda turned and twisted, admiring her own trim form in the costume. Of course, it was her fit body that was responsible for her and her husband becoming involved in the Process in the first place.
The whole thing really began in 2002, when Lucinda was a sophomore in a Seattle suburb high school. Seattle and Vancouver were the binary stars of a hitech solar system, when a company called SwiftTech came out of the closet, as it were. SwiftTech had developed a method by which it could temporarily shrink a human being, in seeming defiance of the laws of physics. The industrial application was limited, so the founder of the company decided to explore the possibilities of its recreational uses.
With caveats, of course.
SwiftTech had learned early on that, while the Process was usable on any adult human being, not everyone was psychologically equipped with being shrunken, or dealing with a shrunken person. Granted, with their limited test subject pool, it was difficult to come to any hard and fast conclusions, but they had determined early on that it seemed only women were able to mentally handle being shrunk, and even then the woman had to be in a strong (or potentially strong) one-on-one relationship.
So in 2005, after thorough governmental testing and vetting, SwiftTech opened up a recreational Processing facility in Vancouver.
And the lawsuits began. Not in Canada, of course, though there were a few there. But in the litigious environment of their neighbor to their south, it was a free for all.
At root of the lawsuit was the fact that the psychological screening process only allowed women to be shrunk, and only those who were involved with a single partner. The SwiftTech people calmly explained that, to date, these were the only couples who they could feel assured of guaranteeing their safety. SwiftTech assured everyone that they were striving to create a more inclusive technology and that, with the more applicants they got, they were sure they would be able to create a psychological profile wherein a man could be shrunken. But, since they did not have such a profile yet, for the safety of all, they would only be shrinking women who met their narrowly defined psychological profile.
This response infuriated the entitled American masses, who insisted SwiftTech provide the technology for all, make it safe for all, and be held financially liable when the technology was used outside of SwiftTech safety parameters.
As can be expected, pirated forms of SwiftTech technology made it out beyond SwiftTech and Canadian borders. The end result of the use of that bootlegged technology was disastrous and fatal, often horrendously so. Lawsuits were filed against SwiftTech, and at one point there was even a call in the US Congress by its more radical members to detain any and all SwiftTech employees traveling in the US for human rights violations.
SwiftTech kept calm and weathered on. The fact that it had other technology valuable to large corporations and Western governments, was acting with a moral compass (a rare trait in corporate behavior), and was operating in a non-American country that frankly got tired from time to time with its southern neighbor attempting to dictate to it, allowed it to come out of the whole thing unscathed.
It also caused Vancouver to become an entertainment hub, as more than a few celebrities wanted to have one of their partners Processed for the weekend. Of course, many of the celebrities didn't make the screening process, but quite a few did. One of the surprising few were Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, who were going through a rough spot in their marriage while she was filming Dukes Of Hazzard. Jessica would later be quoted as saying the Process had saved her marriage. It must have, as Nick and her had recently celebrated their twentieth wedding anniversary.
Jessica Simpson was who inspired Lucinda and her husband Morton to try the Process in the first place. The two had met at a tech symposium about eight years prior to Lucinda putting on the shrunken Wonder Woman outfit for the first time. She had been a computing genius with dark exotic looks (thanks to her First Nations ancestry on her mother's side), and he had been a good looking boy genius with green eyes and dirty blonde hair whose startup was just getting noticed. The sparks flew and they were married within six months.
Three years, prior to Lucinda donning her Wonder Woman attire, she and Morton were sitting on the couch having a "Potato Night" (as they called their binge sessions), watching an episode of "Whatever Happened To?". The particular episode they were watching was discussing Jessica Simpson, who had transited out of her acting and singing career into creating and running a fashion line aimed at middle class women. Jessica, now in her forties (but still looking as good as in her younger days), was being interviewed, and was talking about going through the Process. The screen flashed to a picture of Jessica in the pink bikini made famous from the Dukes of Hazzard, standing in the palm of her husband, who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"You know, I used to look that good," Lucinda said wistfully.
"You still do," Morton responded, one of his hands immediately moving to cup one of Lucinda's shirt covered breasts, easily a match for the bikini clad breasts on the screen.
"Stop it," Lucinda giggled, pushing Morton's hand away. Lucinda frowned, lifted up her shirt, and pinched her stomach. "I definitely don't anymore. Monday I start a regimen."
"I'm with you," Morton said, sitting up.
"No, I mean it." Lucinda paused, then looked at the television screen. They had moved on to another topic, but Lucinda was thinking about Jessica being shrunk.
"You know, Jessica was saying in an interview the other day, that going through the Process slowed down things...well, you know, settling."
"Sweetheart, she has plastic surgeons and beauticians and the whole nine yards waiting for her to wake up in the morning so they can go to work on her," Morton replied.
"Yeah," Lucinda said thoughtfully, chewing on her lip.
"Would you want to be shrunken?" Morton asked, surprised by this possible revelation.
"I don't know," Lucinda said, then slapped her stomach, "But not like this I wouldn't."
"So why don't we decide goals for ourselves tonight, for sixty days from now, and if we both meet them, we'll apply for a spot at the SwiftTech Processing Center," Morton replied.
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"I*'ve never seen their prices, but I don't think it's that expensive," Morton answered. "As I understand it, the bottleneck with them has always been the screening process, not the fee. I know a couple of vendors over there. I'll call them tomorrow."
"Then we're going to do this," Lucinda said excitedly. "I mean, set goals, meet them, and then go to the Processing center."
"Of course we are," Morton replied. "Are we or are we not Vancouver's next hottest hitech power couple?"
This got a laugh from Lucinda and, when Morton pulled her on his lap, this time she didn't resist the advances of his hands.
As it happened, a day pass at the Processing center wasn't all the expensive. It was the equivalent of the cost of a cruise...well, two cruises, for a small family. If said family booked a reasonably nice pair of cabins.
But Morton's company was doing more than reasonably well, so he and Lucinda could afford it.
Lucinda had never thought about being Shrunken before, but for some reason, it gave her all the motivation to stick to her goals. Obviously, it spurred Morton on too. At the end of the sixty days, Lucinda was in as good a shape as she had been on her honeymoon. Better even.
The initial Processing Analysis was intimidating and embarrassing. Beverly, the analyst assigned to them, was a very nice person, but some questions just cannot be made unawkward, not matter how nice the person asking them is.
Beverly was also very blunt with them, telling them more than ninety percent of eligible couples who applied didn't pass the screening.
It was with excitement and trepidation then that Lucinda and Morton, when they learned they had passed the screening, reported to the Processing Center, where they were assigned a room similar to that of a mid-range hotel room. They were given a list of do's and don't, made to sign a very long and detailed waiver, then given a safety briefing where they were required to verbally acknowledge hearing each section of the briefing on camera. The security briefer was very clear when he stressed that Morton's mouth was the only orifice the shrunken Lucinda could have contact with.
That didn't bother Lucinda. Morton didn't do that to her at full size. She didn't know why anyone would expect her to do it to him with her entire body when she was shrunken.
The security briefer then went into detail about what Morton was and was not allowed to do with his mouth. Apparently, there was a thing called "vore," the practitioners of which who, when they got a hold of pirated Process technology, ended up dying grotesque and very, very painful deaths.
Then Lucinda stripped of her clothes and was Processed. She stepped on a plastic circle with a hard rim and waited.
Suddenly, she as covered with plastic. The first time it happened, she thought about all those warning labels on plastic bags, explaining they weren't toys and could asphyxiate your child. Lucinda was sure she was going to choke, and it felt like she was fighting forever to break free of the wrap.
As quickly as it began, it ended. Lucinda was standing completely nude on the floor, looking up at a giant Morton.
All the fantasies they discussed went out of Lucinda's mind, as she looked up at her giant husband. They stared at each other for a silent minute, then Morton leaned down to pick her up. Lucinda initially cringed at the sight of Morton's giant hand, but then forced herself to stand upright as Morton picked her up.
The two initially had a quiet conversation about their different perspectives, and Morton ran a finger over her arm, asking her how that felt. Lucinda said it felt nice -- different but nice -- and how her skin felt all tingly.
The next thing Lucinda knew, she was being held in front of Morton's face, his tongue doing circle eights around her breasts. Morton had always loved her breasts, and she loved the attention he gave them, but this was a whole new level of pleasure. When Morton took both of her breasts between his lips, it sent her over the edge. It was the first orgasm she had ever had with just her breasts involved, and it was spectacular.
The next couple of hours were a sexual frenzy. Morton took care with her, of course, to the point that Lucinda became a little frustrated with him. But it was still the best sexual experience of her life.
They were both a little embarrassed afterwards, but when they moved to the bathtub, Lucinda felt that she and Morton had the most open discussion of their marriage.
The couple wouldn't get to play with the pink bikini until their second Processing session, but they didn't mind. They did mind when the buzzer went off, warning them the Process would reverse itself in an hour, but they dutifully obeyed the "no touch" policy during the last hour, instead enjoying the open discussion that had started in their bath.
It seemed that the Process had opened up a whole new world to them. The couple had had a wonderful sex life before, but it was simply amazing now. They kept to their ritual of setting sixty day achievement goals before applying for another Processing goals. But these were easier to achieve now. It seemed everything about their lives was more energized.
Now they had qualified for a seventy-two hour Process session in their own home. Of course, SwiftTech had sent out a security and medical monitor team to get their home up to par, and that had cost extra, but Lucina's husband didn't mind the extra expense at all. And the team had been very subtle, using vans with cable and repair logos. When it came time for Lucinda to be shrunk, Morton had remained in the room to make sure there were no problems.
Now he was patiently waiting in the next room, ready for the chase to begin. To be honest, Lucinda was tempted to let Morton just catch her right away, so he could strip her, touch and lick her, and then end the first of many sessions with Lucinda riding not-so-little Morton. That was one of the side effects of the Process, now that Lucinda was used to it. It made her more than a bit randy.
But Morton really wanted his fantasy, so she'd indulge him. "Ready?" she yelled.
"What's the safe word?" he yelled back.
With a grin, she replied, "Lilliput. Now catch me if you can!"
With a whoop, Morton ran into the room, ready to catch his tiny Wonder Woman and the love of his life.
"You have some very, very weird fetishes," Lucinda laughed, adjusting the bustier of her costume. It was a replica of the same costume that Lynda Carter had worn almost a half century before, though it had been adjusted for the fact that Lucinda was two cup sizes larger than Lynda Carter had been when she first wore it. The damn thing felt like it was going to fall off at any moment, even though the shop owner had assured both her and her husband that it wouldn't.
Truthfully, Lucinda would have just preferred just to run around nude. One of the great things about the Process was that it felt like the world's greatest body scrub. Every square centimeter of her body felt fresh and tingly. Or maybe she should say every square millimeter she thought with a giggle.
"Are you ready yet?" a booming voice yelled from the other room.
"Almost," Lucinda yelled back. It seemed counterintuitive, but the odd physics of the Process left her voice normal, instead of diminished like the rest of her body. "There's a lot more to this costume than meets the eye."
"And soon there'll be a lot less," the booming voice chuckled.
Lucinda almost asked why they just couldn't start off with her nude, but she kept her peace. This was the first time they had qualified for the Take Home version of the Process, and the seventy-two hour version at that. When they were initially informed they had been tentatively approved for the take home version of the Process, Lucinda and her husband had spent the weekend separately making up their fantasy "to do" list with a sixteen centimeter tall Lucinda. Then they sat down together, weeded out and combined their list, then sent it in via email to their designated Process analyst. That was the most embarrassing part, having to sit down with someone to discuss their mutual shrunken woman fantasies. But Morton and Lucinda had had Beverly as their analyst for the last three times they had used the Process. The woman knew how to put her clients at ease.
Once she got all the parts of the costume on, Lucinda turned and twisted, admiring her own trim form in the costume. Of course, it was her fit body that was responsible for her and her husband becoming involved in the Process in the first place.
The whole thing really began in 2002, when Lucinda was a sophomore in a Seattle suburb high school. Seattle and Vancouver were the binary stars of a hitech solar system, when a company called SwiftTech came out of the closet, as it were. SwiftTech had developed a method by which it could temporarily shrink a human being, in seeming defiance of the laws of physics. The industrial application was limited, so the founder of the company decided to explore the possibilities of its recreational uses.
With caveats, of course.
SwiftTech had learned early on that, while the Process was usable on any adult human being, not everyone was psychologically equipped with being shrunken, or dealing with a shrunken person. Granted, with their limited test subject pool, it was difficult to come to any hard and fast conclusions, but they had determined early on that it seemed only women were able to mentally handle being shrunk, and even then the woman had to be in a strong (or potentially strong) one-on-one relationship.
So in 2005, after thorough governmental testing and vetting, SwiftTech opened up a recreational Processing facility in Vancouver.
And the lawsuits began. Not in Canada, of course, though there were a few there. But in the litigious environment of their neighbor to their south, it was a free for all.
At root of the lawsuit was the fact that the psychological screening process only allowed women to be shrunk, and only those who were involved with a single partner. The SwiftTech people calmly explained that, to date, these were the only couples who they could feel assured of guaranteeing their safety. SwiftTech assured everyone that they were striving to create a more inclusive technology and that, with the more applicants they got, they were sure they would be able to create a psychological profile wherein a man could be shrunken. But, since they did not have such a profile yet, for the safety of all, they would only be shrinking women who met their narrowly defined psychological profile.
This response infuriated the entitled American masses, who insisted SwiftTech provide the technology for all, make it safe for all, and be held financially liable when the technology was used outside of SwiftTech safety parameters.
As can be expected, pirated forms of SwiftTech technology made it out beyond SwiftTech and Canadian borders. The end result of the use of that bootlegged technology was disastrous and fatal, often horrendously so. Lawsuits were filed against SwiftTech, and at one point there was even a call in the US Congress by its more radical members to detain any and all SwiftTech employees traveling in the US for human rights violations.
SwiftTech kept calm and weathered on. The fact that it had other technology valuable to large corporations and Western governments, was acting with a moral compass (a rare trait in corporate behavior), and was operating in a non-American country that frankly got tired from time to time with its southern neighbor attempting to dictate to it, allowed it to come out of the whole thing unscathed.
It also caused Vancouver to become an entertainment hub, as more than a few celebrities wanted to have one of their partners Processed for the weekend. Of course, many of the celebrities didn't make the screening process, but quite a few did. One of the surprising few were Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, who were going through a rough spot in their marriage while she was filming Dukes Of Hazzard. Jessica would later be quoted as saying the Process had saved her marriage. It must have, as Nick and her had recently celebrated their twentieth wedding anniversary.
Jessica Simpson was who inspired Lucinda and her husband Morton to try the Process in the first place. The two had met at a tech symposium about eight years prior to Lucinda putting on the shrunken Wonder Woman outfit for the first time. She had been a computing genius with dark exotic looks (thanks to her First Nations ancestry on her mother's side), and he had been a good looking boy genius with green eyes and dirty blonde hair whose startup was just getting noticed. The sparks flew and they were married within six months.
Three years, prior to Lucinda donning her Wonder Woman attire, she and Morton were sitting on the couch having a "Potato Night" (as they called their binge sessions), watching an episode of "Whatever Happened To?". The particular episode they were watching was discussing Jessica Simpson, who had transited out of her acting and singing career into creating and running a fashion line aimed at middle class women. Jessica, now in her forties (but still looking as good as in her younger days), was being interviewed, and was talking about going through the Process. The screen flashed to a picture of Jessica in the pink bikini made famous from the Dukes of Hazzard, standing in the palm of her husband, who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"You know, I used to look that good," Lucinda said wistfully.
"You still do," Morton responded, one of his hands immediately moving to cup one of Lucinda's shirt covered breasts, easily a match for the bikini clad breasts on the screen.
"Stop it," Lucinda giggled, pushing Morton's hand away. Lucinda frowned, lifted up her shirt, and pinched her stomach. "I definitely don't anymore. Monday I start a regimen."
"I'm with you," Morton said, sitting up.
"No, I mean it." Lucinda paused, then looked at the television screen. They had moved on to another topic, but Lucinda was thinking about Jessica being shrunk.
"You know, Jessica was saying in an interview the other day, that going through the Process slowed down things...well, you know, settling."
"Sweetheart, she has plastic surgeons and beauticians and the whole nine yards waiting for her to wake up in the morning so they can go to work on her," Morton replied.
"Yeah," Lucinda said thoughtfully, chewing on her lip.
"Would you want to be shrunken?" Morton asked, surprised by this possible revelation.
"I don't know," Lucinda said, then slapped her stomach, "But not like this I wouldn't."
"So why don't we decide goals for ourselves tonight, for sixty days from now, and if we both meet them, we'll apply for a spot at the SwiftTech Processing Center," Morton replied.
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"I*'ve never seen their prices, but I don't think it's that expensive," Morton answered. "As I understand it, the bottleneck with them has always been the screening process, not the fee. I know a couple of vendors over there. I'll call them tomorrow."
"Then we're going to do this," Lucinda said excitedly. "I mean, set goals, meet them, and then go to the Processing center."
"Of course we are," Morton replied. "Are we or are we not Vancouver's next hottest hitech power couple?"
This got a laugh from Lucinda and, when Morton pulled her on his lap, this time she didn't resist the advances of his hands.
As it happened, a day pass at the Processing center wasn't all the expensive. It was the equivalent of the cost of a cruise...well, two cruises, for a small family. If said family booked a reasonably nice pair of cabins.
But Morton's company was doing more than reasonably well, so he and Lucinda could afford it.
Lucinda had never thought about being Shrunken before, but for some reason, it gave her all the motivation to stick to her goals. Obviously, it spurred Morton on too. At the end of the sixty days, Lucinda was in as good a shape as she had been on her honeymoon. Better even.
The initial Processing Analysis was intimidating and embarrassing. Beverly, the analyst assigned to them, was a very nice person, but some questions just cannot be made unawkward, not matter how nice the person asking them is.
Beverly was also very blunt with them, telling them more than ninety percent of eligible couples who applied didn't pass the screening.
It was with excitement and trepidation then that Lucinda and Morton, when they learned they had passed the screening, reported to the Processing Center, where they were assigned a room similar to that of a mid-range hotel room. They were given a list of do's and don't, made to sign a very long and detailed waiver, then given a safety briefing where they were required to verbally acknowledge hearing each section of the briefing on camera. The security briefer was very clear when he stressed that Morton's mouth was the only orifice the shrunken Lucinda could have contact with.
That didn't bother Lucinda. Morton didn't do that to her at full size. She didn't know why anyone would expect her to do it to him with her entire body when she was shrunken.
The security briefer then went into detail about what Morton was and was not allowed to do with his mouth. Apparently, there was a thing called "vore," the practitioners of which who, when they got a hold of pirated Process technology, ended up dying grotesque and very, very painful deaths.
Then Lucinda stripped of her clothes and was Processed. She stepped on a plastic circle with a hard rim and waited.
Suddenly, she as covered with plastic. The first time it happened, she thought about all those warning labels on plastic bags, explaining they weren't toys and could asphyxiate your child. Lucinda was sure she was going to choke, and it felt like she was fighting forever to break free of the wrap.
As quickly as it began, it ended. Lucinda was standing completely nude on the floor, looking up at a giant Morton.
All the fantasies they discussed went out of Lucinda's mind, as she looked up at her giant husband. They stared at each other for a silent minute, then Morton leaned down to pick her up. Lucinda initially cringed at the sight of Morton's giant hand, but then forced herself to stand upright as Morton picked her up.
The two initially had a quiet conversation about their different perspectives, and Morton ran a finger over her arm, asking her how that felt. Lucinda said it felt nice -- different but nice -- and how her skin felt all tingly.
The next thing Lucinda knew, she was being held in front of Morton's face, his tongue doing circle eights around her breasts. Morton had always loved her breasts, and she loved the attention he gave them, but this was a whole new level of pleasure. When Morton took both of her breasts between his lips, it sent her over the edge. It was the first orgasm she had ever had with just her breasts involved, and it was spectacular.
The next couple of hours were a sexual frenzy. Morton took care with her, of course, to the point that Lucinda became a little frustrated with him. But it was still the best sexual experience of her life.
They were both a little embarrassed afterwards, but when they moved to the bathtub, Lucinda felt that she and Morton had the most open discussion of their marriage.
The couple wouldn't get to play with the pink bikini until their second Processing session, but they didn't mind. They did mind when the buzzer went off, warning them the Process would reverse itself in an hour, but they dutifully obeyed the "no touch" policy during the last hour, instead enjoying the open discussion that had started in their bath.
It seemed that the Process had opened up a whole new world to them. The couple had had a wonderful sex life before, but it was simply amazing now. They kept to their ritual of setting sixty day achievement goals before applying for another Processing goals. But these were easier to achieve now. It seemed everything about their lives was more energized.
Now they had qualified for a seventy-two hour Process session in their own home. Of course, SwiftTech had sent out a security and medical monitor team to get their home up to par, and that had cost extra, but Lucina's husband didn't mind the extra expense at all. And the team had been very subtle, using vans with cable and repair logos. When it came time for Lucinda to be shrunk, Morton had remained in the room to make sure there were no problems.
Now he was patiently waiting in the next room, ready for the chase to begin. To be honest, Lucinda was tempted to let Morton just catch her right away, so he could strip her, touch and lick her, and then end the first of many sessions with Lucinda riding not-so-little Morton. That was one of the side effects of the Process, now that Lucinda was used to it. It made her more than a bit randy.
But Morton really wanted his fantasy, so she'd indulge him. "Ready?" she yelled.
"What's the safe word?" he yelled back.
With a grin, she replied, "Lilliput. Now catch me if you can!"
With a whoop, Morton ran into the room, ready to catch his tiny Wonder Woman and the love of his life.
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Brunch
The Theia Club had to be fancier than any place that Lela had ever seen, and Lela had worked at the Shelby County Country Club. Not as part of the waitstaff. But she had been part of the cleaning staff since she was thirteen. And the Shelby County Country Club was nice. It was very, very nice.
But the Theia Club was waaaaaay nicer.
The folks at the SwiftTech Process Center had been very nice about getting her and Jeff dressed up for the brunch that the newlyweds had been invited to. They had been very nice about everything. They had even let Lela and her new husband stay for the weekend for free in the room where she and Jeff had...where she had been...and Jeff had...and they had...
Lela still couldn't think about what she and Jeff had done in that room, both with her shrunken and then normal sized. All she knew was, if she knew that sex was going to be THAT good, well...she and Jeff would have still waited, but it would have been a lot harder to wait.
For the umpteenth time, Lela wondered if sex being THAT good had anything with her being shrunken. If so, she felt really, really sorry for everyone who couldn't get shrunk.
Not that Lela had ever expected to get shrunk. She knew of the technology, of course. Who didn't? And the whole concept had made its way into movies, television shows and other avenues of society's media consciousness. But being shrunk was only for the rich and famous, and not even always for them. Anytime you read about a socialite or aging actor dying while on vacation in the Caribbean, rumors always circulated that some illicit shrinking technology had been involved. Supposedly, at least one casino on Macau had the pirated technology, but again, no one ever really knew.
The technology was outlawed in the United States, of course. Old, white rich progressives condemned it as being inherently racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. Of course, these same old, white rich progressives ate at places like the Shelby County Country Club, where the only non-white people in the place were the ones cooking, serving and cleaning up after them.
So Lela never expected to be shrunk. She never expected to leave the small little town of Gypsum she had been born and raised in. She expected to meet some nice young black man who worked at the country club just like her, they'd have a few kids who would grow up to work at the country club, and that would be that.
Instead Lela met Jeff McCain.
Jeff was one of the sweetest, nicest guys Lela could ever hope to meet. He was also a scion of one of THE Shelby County McCanns. So naturally he was meant for debutantes with alabaster skin, not young black girls like Lela. Even when Jeff had stepped in to stop Lela from being molested by some of his drunk friends at the Country Club, Lela never expected to fall in love with Jeff, or have him fall in love with her in return.
But they did. Neither Jeff's family nor Lela's approved of the match. Lela's family was worried Jeff was just using her. Jeff's family thought Lela was beneath him. They would have threatened to cut Jeff off if he didn't discontinue seeing Lela if it wasn't for the fact that the patriarch of the McCann family had found it amusing that his grandson was consorting with the hired help. He even gave the young couple a honeymoon trip, But there was a caveat attached to it.
Jeff and Lela had to go to the infamous SwiftTech Processing Center and apply for a Twenty-Four Hour Processing Experience.
Since keeping Jeff's grandfather amused was the only thing keeping Jeff from being disowned, the couple agreed.
It was the most embarrassing experience in Lela's life. The analyst that had been assigned to them, Beverly, was a very nice woman, but she asked Lela some very direct questions that still made Lela blush when she thought about them.She and Jeff not only had to tell Beverly they were waiting until after they got married to have sex, they had to tell her how far they ghad one (strictly touching, and all above the clothes). Beverly had to talk about her "personal grooming" habits, and other such things.
By the end of the questioning session, Lela and Jeff were both wondering if keeping Jeff's grandfather happy was worth it, especially since less than ten percent of people who applied for a shrinking experience at SwiftTech were ever accepted. Lela wasn't even sure she wanted to be shrunken.
Then Lela and Jeff found out they were accepted. They kept the news to themselves, of course, if for no other reason than they weren't sure how they felt about it. When they arrived at the Processing Center after their wedding, both were feeling a lot of trepidation.
It ended up being the most fantastic experience of Lela and Jeff's life, both with Lela shrunken and unshrunken. The staff waited on them hand and foot. They even got Jeff and Lela the proper attire for their brunch invitation to the Theia Club.
Of course, when Jeff and Leia discovered that all the members of the Theia club were customers of SwiftTech, they both balked. They were very VERY happy with their experience of Lela being shrunken, but neither of them wanted to join some kind of weird sex club.
Beverly finally talked them into going, but Lela especially was doing so with reservations.
As soon as they walked in, the young newlyweds felt that all eyes were on them. When they were escorted to a table, they were immediately joined by another couple, Morton and Lucinda Cohen. Morton looked like an older version of Jeff, if Jeff had another fifteen years of living, while Lucinda was this beautiful Native woman with long dark lustrous hair who had a musical laugh and whose smile lit up the room.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Morton took Jeff off for "guy talk," leaving a very nervous Lela with Lucinda. Lucinda patted Lela on the hand, which almost made Lela jump out of her skin.
"Relax," Lucinda told her, "Nobody here is going to bite. This is just a...well, it's an odd little club, since half the members have been shrunk down to sixteen centimeters, but it's also a sort of support base for new people entering our world. And we help each other out in other ways as well. Financially, socially, that sort of thing."
Lela looked around, a look of concern on her face. "Are all these people expecting to have sex with me and Jeff?"
Lela wasn't sure what kind of reaction she expected from Lucinda, but laughter wasn't it. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise," Lucinda said wiping her eyes. "It's just that...well, I can understand your question. All things considered, I suppose we do seem like sexual deviants to outsiders. But trust me when I say that you are looking at the most monogamous group of people in the world. Let me show you a trick. I want you to look at Jeff and think a loving thought at him."
Lela looked dubious, but did as she was told. Jeff suddenly looked surprised, turning around to look at Lela with a quizzical look. Morton said something to Jeff. Jeff didn't look convinced, but seemed to concentrate as he looked at Lela.
"Oh!" Lela responded, a surprised look on her face.
"Thanks to the process, you're now linked, for lack of a better word, to the one person in the world who literally completes you on any level you care to think of. And the sex was pretty incredible, wasn't it? Both sizes?" Lucinda asked, an amused look on her face.
Lela turned crimson, nodding. She asked timidly, "So, I mean, you had before and after, so is after...?"
"Oh yeah, the sex after the Process at regular size? Definitely worth the price of admission," Lucinda confided. "One of the reasons why couples are monogamous here. Definitely no reason to stray. We even had some couples who were semi-open in their relationship that went totally closed after the process. It's why there's the screening process. If you're mentally equipped for all the changes, it's a blessing. Otherwise, it will definitely do a number on you. It's one of the reasons we have the Theia Club. You can be friends with people who know you don't want to stray, because they don't want to either, and understand it's almost physically painful to even consider the possibility."
"So why is everybody staring at me and Jeff?" Lela asked.
"Because, up until now, the youngest couple we've ever had have been twenty-four and twenty-five. Most of us are in our late twenties to our thirties, and the oldest anyone's ever been the first time they went through the process is forty-three. So you're the first couple we've ever had here who was so young. We're all a little envious of you, finding your true love right out of the gate. And all the Nons were very excited about meeting Jeff," Lucinda explained.
"Nons?" Lela asked, starting to feel relaxed.
"It's shorthand," Lucinda explained. "All of us who have been shrunk are Esses, those of us who haven't, are Nons. Nons are always the dominant ones in a relationship, the breadwinners in traditional lingo. Not that we Esses are 1950s housewives, but the Nons in our relationships are the ones who take the risks and win. And before you ask, our lesbian couples are strictly Nons and Esses. No crossovers. I don't understand the psychological profiling," Lucinda concluded, "But it's what works."
"You said the...Nons...were interested in Jeff?" Lela asked.
"Oh, absolutely. Everyone of them is hoping to make Jeff their protegee. And trust me, we have a lot of connections here. Where were you and Jeff planning to go to college?" Lucinda asked.
"Well, Jeff was going to attend Williams Preparatory School for a year, before going to college. I was just going to get a job to help us make ends meet," Lela said.
"Nonsense," Lucinda replied, standing up and pulling Lela up as she did so. "My friend Vivian is a dean at BCU. Let's go talk to her now."
"But I..." Lela started to object, but Lucinda cut her off.
"No buts," Lucinda insisted. "If you didn't have college potential, you wouldn't have passed the Process screening. We'll work things out. Trust me. Now, the club does have a few rules, but they're to make things run smoother. Number one, don't rush the celebrities. They'll want to meet you, but people come here to mingle, not to get swarmed. Number two, never mention Doctor Who. Number three..."
As Lucinda listed the rules, Lela wasn't sure what she and Jeff were getting into. She simply was glad that they had
The Theia Club had to be fancier than any place that Lela had ever seen, and Lela had worked at the Shelby County Country Club. Not as part of the waitstaff. But she had been part of the cleaning staff since she was thirteen. And the Shelby County Country Club was nice. It was very, very nice.
But the Theia Club was waaaaaay nicer.
The folks at the SwiftTech Process Center had been very nice about getting her and Jeff dressed up for the brunch that the newlyweds had been invited to. They had been very nice about everything. They had even let Lela and her new husband stay for the weekend for free in the room where she and Jeff had...where she had been...and Jeff had...and they had...
Lela still couldn't think about what she and Jeff had done in that room, both with her shrunken and then normal sized. All she knew was, if she knew that sex was going to be THAT good, well...she and Jeff would have still waited, but it would have been a lot harder to wait.
For the umpteenth time, Lela wondered if sex being THAT good had anything with her being shrunken. If so, she felt really, really sorry for everyone who couldn't get shrunk.
Not that Lela had ever expected to get shrunk. She knew of the technology, of course. Who didn't? And the whole concept had made its way into movies, television shows and other avenues of society's media consciousness. But being shrunk was only for the rich and famous, and not even always for them. Anytime you read about a socialite or aging actor dying while on vacation in the Caribbean, rumors always circulated that some illicit shrinking technology had been involved. Supposedly, at least one casino on Macau had the pirated technology, but again, no one ever really knew.
The technology was outlawed in the United States, of course. Old, white rich progressives condemned it as being inherently racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. Of course, these same old, white rich progressives ate at places like the Shelby County Country Club, where the only non-white people in the place were the ones cooking, serving and cleaning up after them.
So Lela never expected to be shrunk. She never expected to leave the small little town of Gypsum she had been born and raised in. She expected to meet some nice young black man who worked at the country club just like her, they'd have a few kids who would grow up to work at the country club, and that would be that.
Instead Lela met Jeff McCain.
Jeff was one of the sweetest, nicest guys Lela could ever hope to meet. He was also a scion of one of THE Shelby County McCanns. So naturally he was meant for debutantes with alabaster skin, not young black girls like Lela. Even when Jeff had stepped in to stop Lela from being molested by some of his drunk friends at the Country Club, Lela never expected to fall in love with Jeff, or have him fall in love with her in return.
But they did. Neither Jeff's family nor Lela's approved of the match. Lela's family was worried Jeff was just using her. Jeff's family thought Lela was beneath him. They would have threatened to cut Jeff off if he didn't discontinue seeing Lela if it wasn't for the fact that the patriarch of the McCann family had found it amusing that his grandson was consorting with the hired help. He even gave the young couple a honeymoon trip, But there was a caveat attached to it.
Jeff and Lela had to go to the infamous SwiftTech Processing Center and apply for a Twenty-Four Hour Processing Experience.
Since keeping Jeff's grandfather amused was the only thing keeping Jeff from being disowned, the couple agreed.
It was the most embarrassing experience in Lela's life. The analyst that had been assigned to them, Beverly, was a very nice woman, but she asked Lela some very direct questions that still made Lela blush when she thought about them.She and Jeff not only had to tell Beverly they were waiting until after they got married to have sex, they had to tell her how far they ghad one (strictly touching, and all above the clothes). Beverly had to talk about her "personal grooming" habits, and other such things.
By the end of the questioning session, Lela and Jeff were both wondering if keeping Jeff's grandfather happy was worth it, especially since less than ten percent of people who applied for a shrinking experience at SwiftTech were ever accepted. Lela wasn't even sure she wanted to be shrunken.
Then Lela and Jeff found out they were accepted. They kept the news to themselves, of course, if for no other reason than they weren't sure how they felt about it. When they arrived at the Processing Center after their wedding, both were feeling a lot of trepidation.
It ended up being the most fantastic experience of Lela and Jeff's life, both with Lela shrunken and unshrunken. The staff waited on them hand and foot. They even got Jeff and Lela the proper attire for their brunch invitation to the Theia Club.
Of course, when Jeff and Leia discovered that all the members of the Theia club were customers of SwiftTech, they both balked. They were very VERY happy with their experience of Lela being shrunken, but neither of them wanted to join some kind of weird sex club.
Beverly finally talked them into going, but Lela especially was doing so with reservations.
As soon as they walked in, the young newlyweds felt that all eyes were on them. When they were escorted to a table, they were immediately joined by another couple, Morton and Lucinda Cohen. Morton looked like an older version of Jeff, if Jeff had another fifteen years of living, while Lucinda was this beautiful Native woman with long dark lustrous hair who had a musical laugh and whose smile lit up the room.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Morton took Jeff off for "guy talk," leaving a very nervous Lela with Lucinda. Lucinda patted Lela on the hand, which almost made Lela jump out of her skin.
"Relax," Lucinda told her, "Nobody here is going to bite. This is just a...well, it's an odd little club, since half the members have been shrunk down to sixteen centimeters, but it's also a sort of support base for new people entering our world. And we help each other out in other ways as well. Financially, socially, that sort of thing."
Lela looked around, a look of concern on her face. "Are all these people expecting to have sex with me and Jeff?"
Lela wasn't sure what kind of reaction she expected from Lucinda, but laughter wasn't it. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise," Lucinda said wiping her eyes. "It's just that...well, I can understand your question. All things considered, I suppose we do seem like sexual deviants to outsiders. But trust me when I say that you are looking at the most monogamous group of people in the world. Let me show you a trick. I want you to look at Jeff and think a loving thought at him."
Lela looked dubious, but did as she was told. Jeff suddenly looked surprised, turning around to look at Lela with a quizzical look. Morton said something to Jeff. Jeff didn't look convinced, but seemed to concentrate as he looked at Lela.
"Oh!" Lela responded, a surprised look on her face.
"Thanks to the process, you're now linked, for lack of a better word, to the one person in the world who literally completes you on any level you care to think of. And the sex was pretty incredible, wasn't it? Both sizes?" Lucinda asked, an amused look on her face.
Lela turned crimson, nodding. She asked timidly, "So, I mean, you had before and after, so is after...?"
"Oh yeah, the sex after the Process at regular size? Definitely worth the price of admission," Lucinda confided. "One of the reasons why couples are monogamous here. Definitely no reason to stray. We even had some couples who were semi-open in their relationship that went totally closed after the process. It's why there's the screening process. If you're mentally equipped for all the changes, it's a blessing. Otherwise, it will definitely do a number on you. It's one of the reasons we have the Theia Club. You can be friends with people who know you don't want to stray, because they don't want to either, and understand it's almost physically painful to even consider the possibility."
"So why is everybody staring at me and Jeff?" Lela asked.
"Because, up until now, the youngest couple we've ever had have been twenty-four and twenty-five. Most of us are in our late twenties to our thirties, and the oldest anyone's ever been the first time they went through the process is forty-three. So you're the first couple we've ever had here who was so young. We're all a little envious of you, finding your true love right out of the gate. And all the Nons were very excited about meeting Jeff," Lucinda explained.
"Nons?" Lela asked, starting to feel relaxed.
"It's shorthand," Lucinda explained. "All of us who have been shrunk are Esses, those of us who haven't, are Nons. Nons are always the dominant ones in a relationship, the breadwinners in traditional lingo. Not that we Esses are 1950s housewives, but the Nons in our relationships are the ones who take the risks and win. And before you ask, our lesbian couples are strictly Nons and Esses. No crossovers. I don't understand the psychological profiling," Lucinda concluded, "But it's what works."
"You said the...Nons...were interested in Jeff?" Lela asked.
"Oh, absolutely. Everyone of them is hoping to make Jeff their protegee. And trust me, we have a lot of connections here. Where were you and Jeff planning to go to college?" Lucinda asked.
"Well, Jeff was going to attend Williams Preparatory School for a year, before going to college. I was just going to get a job to help us make ends meet," Lela said.
"Nonsense," Lucinda replied, standing up and pulling Lela up as she did so. "My friend Vivian is a dean at BCU. Let's go talk to her now."
"But I..." Lela started to object, but Lucinda cut her off.
"No buts," Lucinda insisted. "If you didn't have college potential, you wouldn't have passed the Process screening. We'll work things out. Trust me. Now, the club does have a few rules, but they're to make things run smoother. Number one, don't rush the celebrities. They'll want to meet you, but people come here to mingle, not to get swarmed. Number two, never mention Doctor Who. Number three..."
As Lucinda listed the rules, Lela wasn't sure what she and Jeff were getting into. She simply was glad that they had
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Hot for Reacher
Janice Reacher stretched as she stepped out of the shower, then headed toward the steam room, wrapping an orange towel around herself as she did so.
It was three in the morning at the USDOJ gym, and the women's locker room was abandoned. Everyone who worked a late night shift had already done their workout and gone home, and everyone who came in to work out before starting their day shift was still asleep. Janice had discovered early in life that most nights, she needed only three or fours sleep, so this was a perfect time for her to come in, work out and think.
And she had a lot to think about.
Janice Reacher was an agent for the American Federal Bureau of Investigation, in a division that dealt with what was collectively known as "Exotic Technology." A good deal of her division's work was liasoning with the Pentagon's research division, as well as private sector companies. However, Janice's unofficial speciality was dealing with the fallout of pirated technology from one specific Canadian company: SwiftTech.
The official position of the more left leaning members of the US political system, as well as their mainstream media supporters, was that SwiftTech was a homophobic, racist, elitist corporation that was maliciously preventing access to their technology to the American public at large.
The unofficial position of the division Janice worked in was that it was a dead end technology with limited recreational technology. With the exception of the North Koreans, who regularly kidnapped soap opera stars for their supreme leader's enjoyment, every other government in the world had abandoned research into the technology.
The guidelines SwiftTech had put on the use of their technology was spot on. The use of their pirated technology and its accompanying mortality rates was proof of that. The FBI had just brought back a billionaire from the Virgin Islands to stand trial for multiple accounts of sexual abuse, prostitution and illegal use of SwiftTech shrinking technology, with associated manslaughter charges. It probably would have been the trial of the century, if said billionaire hadn't mysteriously committed suicide while in custody.
Janice had been part of the operation which had brought back said billionaire. The scuttlebutt was already going around that the suicide had been arranged by an ex-president and the spouse of an ex-president with presidential ambitions. Janice didn't care about that, though.
What she was concerned about was that she had been shrunk while storming the compound the billionaire had been holed up in. It was the fourth time in her career she had been shrunk.
The reason she was concerned was that the SwiftTech people had been right in their research. People who got shrunk who weren't women and weren't in long term stable relationships tended to become mentally unstable. The FBI's own statistics bore out SwiftTech's research on the matter. And the FBI had certain data not available to SwiftTech.
The FBI had broken up a ring of shrinkers using pirated SwiftTech shrinking technology a few years. The ring was blackmailing wives in stable marriages to be shrunken prostitutes. The women who were shrunk, though, with no exception, ended up developing psychosis with traceable physical causes in the brain.
So the FBI had a strict policy. Men who got shrunk in the line of duty, even once, were given medical retirement. Women were given medical retirement after being shrunk twice in the line of duty.
After her second shrinking, when facing medical retirement, Janice had appealed the decision. After a thorough examination, including an MRI, CAT Scan and a two hour review by the division's staff psychiatrist, Janice was given a waiver.
Two more shrinkings in the line of duty, and she was still passing the tests. There were a lot of theories how she could be the only known exception to the rule of what qualities allowed for continual mental stability after shrinking, but nothing solid. Janice wasn't celibate, but she wasn't promiscuous either. She was straight with bi-leanings, never slept with anyone until after at least five dates, but never had a relationship last more than two months. She didn't even have a "friends with benefits" relationships with ex-boyfriends.
True, she hadn't been touched intimately while shrunken, but there had been a couple of "accidental" gropings when she was shrunken and being transported by fellow agents or supporting tech staff. All without any permanent damage (though in one case Janice had hunted down the tech staff member after regaining her size, much to the tech staff's chagrin).
But there was not one factor or combination of factors that anyone could point to explaining why Janice seemed to have Shrinking Psychosis Immunity.
But there were a lot of people interested. People who hadn't known about a particular FBI agent's existence knew about it now. And now that they had that knowledge, Janice wasn't sure what was going to happen next. And her options were limited on what she could do.
One of those options was bolting. But to where?
Janice pondered possible destinations as the steam thickened in the steam room.
Janice Reacher stretched as she stepped out of the shower, then headed toward the steam room, wrapping an orange towel around herself as she did so.
It was three in the morning at the USDOJ gym, and the women's locker room was abandoned. Everyone who worked a late night shift had already done their workout and gone home, and everyone who came in to work out before starting their day shift was still asleep. Janice had discovered early in life that most nights, she needed only three or fours sleep, so this was a perfect time for her to come in, work out and think.
And she had a lot to think about.
Janice Reacher was an agent for the American Federal Bureau of Investigation, in a division that dealt with what was collectively known as "Exotic Technology." A good deal of her division's work was liasoning with the Pentagon's research division, as well as private sector companies. However, Janice's unofficial speciality was dealing with the fallout of pirated technology from one specific Canadian company: SwiftTech.
The official position of the more left leaning members of the US political system, as well as their mainstream media supporters, was that SwiftTech was a homophobic, racist, elitist corporation that was maliciously preventing access to their technology to the American public at large.
The unofficial position of the division Janice worked in was that it was a dead end technology with limited recreational technology. With the exception of the North Koreans, who regularly kidnapped soap opera stars for their supreme leader's enjoyment, every other government in the world had abandoned research into the technology.
The guidelines SwiftTech had put on the use of their technology was spot on. The use of their pirated technology and its accompanying mortality rates was proof of that. The FBI had just brought back a billionaire from the Virgin Islands to stand trial for multiple accounts of sexual abuse, prostitution and illegal use of SwiftTech shrinking technology, with associated manslaughter charges. It probably would have been the trial of the century, if said billionaire hadn't mysteriously committed suicide while in custody.
Janice had been part of the operation which had brought back said billionaire. The scuttlebutt was already going around that the suicide had been arranged by an ex-president and the spouse of an ex-president with presidential ambitions. Janice didn't care about that, though.
What she was concerned about was that she had been shrunk while storming the compound the billionaire had been holed up in. It was the fourth time in her career she had been shrunk.
The reason she was concerned was that the SwiftTech people had been right in their research. People who got shrunk who weren't women and weren't in long term stable relationships tended to become mentally unstable. The FBI's own statistics bore out SwiftTech's research on the matter. And the FBI had certain data not available to SwiftTech.
The FBI had broken up a ring of shrinkers using pirated SwiftTech shrinking technology a few years. The ring was blackmailing wives in stable marriages to be shrunken prostitutes. The women who were shrunk, though, with no exception, ended up developing psychosis with traceable physical causes in the brain.
So the FBI had a strict policy. Men who got shrunk in the line of duty, even once, were given medical retirement. Women were given medical retirement after being shrunk twice in the line of duty.
After her second shrinking, when facing medical retirement, Janice had appealed the decision. After a thorough examination, including an MRI, CAT Scan and a two hour review by the division's staff psychiatrist, Janice was given a waiver.
Two more shrinkings in the line of duty, and she was still passing the tests. There were a lot of theories how she could be the only known exception to the rule of what qualities allowed for continual mental stability after shrinking, but nothing solid. Janice wasn't celibate, but she wasn't promiscuous either. She was straight with bi-leanings, never slept with anyone until after at least five dates, but never had a relationship last more than two months. She didn't even have a "friends with benefits" relationships with ex-boyfriends.
True, she hadn't been touched intimately while shrunken, but there had been a couple of "accidental" gropings when she was shrunken and being transported by fellow agents or supporting tech staff. All without any permanent damage (though in one case Janice had hunted down the tech staff member after regaining her size, much to the tech staff's chagrin).
But there was not one factor or combination of factors that anyone could point to explaining why Janice seemed to have Shrinking Psychosis Immunity.
But there were a lot of people interested. People who hadn't known about a particular FBI agent's existence knew about it now. And now that they had that knowledge, Janice wasn't sure what was going to happen next. And her options were limited on what she could do.
One of those options was bolting. But to where?
Janice pondered possible destinations as the steam thickened in the steam room.
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Wedding Night
Deep breaths, Lela told herself. Deep breaths.
Lela had thought a lot about her wedding night. A lot. She knew she loved Jeff, and he loved her, and so she knew their wedding night would be wonderful. But, being a virgin, she still had a lot of trepidation.
And that was before she knew she would be spending her wedding night at just sixteen centimeters tall.
Now she was lying back on a hotel room desk, only sixteen centimeters tall, propped up on her hands, wearing a black undershirt and panties, and waiting for her new husband to enter the room.
For the shrinking process, her husband would normally be there. But Lela explained to their analyst Beverly that the first time she wanted Jeff to see her naked, she wanted it to be because he undressed her for...well, to be intimate.
Beverly understood completely. The older woman was with Lela through the shrinking process, then helped Lela dress for her wedding night. At first, Lela thought what Beverly had picked out for her was rather plain. Beverly patiently explained that both Lela and Jeff would be rather excited, and would prefer something that came off easier rather than something that looked especially enticing. With a bright blush, Lela conceded Beverly's logic.
Lela's heart was already beating rapidly before she heard the door to the "hotel room" open up. The next thing she knew, Jeff's giant face was leaning over her. She became very aware of her bare limbs and the amount of cleavage her undershirt was showing.
"Wow, Lela you look fantastic," Jeff gushed. Lela blushed but smiled back up at her husband.
"So how does it feel?" Jeff asked.
"It's...well, it's like I'm...not hypersensitive. Just everything feels...well, it's hard to explain. I feel kind of brand new. Like...okay, this may not sound very romantic," she laughed, "But it's like I've been scrubbed and all the dead cells are off me."
"Well, whatever it is, it looks sexy," Jeff replied as he reached out to pick Lela up. Caught off guard by Jeff's sudden moment, Lela flinched, which caused Jeff to stop his hand reaching for her. "Sorry, I...well, sorry."
"No, it's okay," Lela said, forcing herself to relax as she put a smile on her face. "You just caught me off guard. I want you to pick me up."
As Jeff reached for her, Lela forced herself to remain relaxed. At the touch of his fingertips, Lela made a little "oooh" sound, which caused Jeff to freeze.
"No, no, it's okay, I just wasn't prepared for how...well, how good it would feel," Lela said with a blush.
Emboldened by that statement, Jeff gently scooped Lela up.
Lela stretched out on Jeff's hand as he brought her up to his face. She felt very exposed, and part of her wanted to cover herself up, but the rest of her felt very, very hot at the obvious lust in her husband's eyes.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Jeff said, the finger of his free hand caressing the left side of Lela's face. Lela closed her eyes as she pressed her face into Jeff's fingertip, humming happily.
Jeff ran his forefinger up and down Lela's arm, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, as well as how dark her skin looked in comparison with his paler finger.
Lela was making a light moan at the feel of Jeff's roaming finger, her heart beating in expectation of where Jeff's finger would go next. It seemed to Lela that Jeff's finger were spending forever on her limbs and avoiding her center. Finally, Jeff's finger, which had lingered on her shoulders, dipped slowly down to run across her breasts. The feel of the ridges of Jeff's fingertip sent little sparks of pleasure as the carressed both the exposed skin of her breasts, as well as touching her through the thin material of her undershirt.
Jeff marveled at the softness of Lela's breasts, at the way they gave and sprang back as he massaged first one, then the other. He could even feel her tiny nipples hardening underneath her shirt. But he didn't want to feel them. He wanted to see them.
Lela sucked in her stomach as Jeff's finger moved down to the hem of her undershirt. She lifted her arms above her head when the fingernail nudged her shirt upward enough that Jeff could pull the shirt up and off.
"Lela, you're so beautiful," Jeff said in awe, looking at his beautiful bride, clad only in panties. Lela was practically glowing now, her head turned to one side to avoid looking into Jeff's eyes. It took all her willpower, but she was able to stop from crossing her arms across her chest. She moaned happily as Jeff continued caressing her breasts, making little squeaks of pleasure every time the ridges of his finger ran across her nipples.
Jeff was marveling at the beauty of his bride, occasionally putting his finger under Lela's breasts to give them a nudge and get a feel of their weight. Her dark brown nipples looked so delicious that he couldn't help himself. Jeff changed his grip on Lela as he brought her up to his face and gave both her breasts a leisurely lick.
Lela squealed with pleasure at the sensation of the tiny bumps on Jeff's tongue running across her nipples, and the length of his tongue sliding between and around her breasts. But what set her over the top was when Jeff took both her breasts between his lips. It felt like every millimeter of her breasts were being massaged while both nipples were caressed and teased.
Finally, Lela had to push Jeff away. Or rather, when Jeff felt Lela's hands pushing against his face, he relented and released her breasts from his mouth.
"Are you okay?" a look of genuine concern on his face.
Lela was trying to catch her breath, but nodded, a broad smile on her face. "Definitely all right."
A look of understanding came to Jeff's giant features. "So, you, um...."
Feeling like her face was permanently red, Lela nodded. "Beverly said I would be...well, sensitive and receptive."
Adjusting his grip on Lela, Jeff ran his finger lightly over her stomach. "So would you be receptive to more?"
Lela nodded, then, when she realized Jeff was having trouble removing her last article of clothing, pushed down her panties just far enough for Jeff to hook his finger in them and pull them all the way down.
"You're so gorgeous," Jeff murmured, taking in all of his beautiful bride's body. Jeff's finger lazily caressed downward from right thigh to her foot. Jeff lingered at Lela's feet, making her giggle as he tickled them. But Lela held her breath as Jeff's finger moved up the inside of her right leg. Time seemed to step as his fingertip drew inexorably closer to the dark patch of her hair between her legs. When his finger finally reach that magic spot, Lela felt as if her world exploded.
"So beautiful," Jeff murmured, his finger pressing gently against Lela's womanhood as he made a small circle with his fingertip. Lela's hips bucked against Jeff's touch, trying to make his touch more forceful.
"Lela, you have such a beautiful...pussy," Jeff said. "So soft, so warm, so wet." Jeff's words were both embarrassing and exciting to Lela, as she felt her pleasure building.
Then Jeff brought Lela up to his mouth, his tongue sliding between her legs. Lela screamed in delight as the bumps on Jeff's tongue slid back and forth over her little love button. Lela once again found herself in the throes of an all consuming orgasm, her hands pushing against Jeff's face. This time a knowing smile crossed Jeff's face as he set Lela down on the desk. Jeff lowered his face until it was right next to the panting Lela. When Lela finally caught her breath, she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands, but Jeff gently brushed them out of the way. "Too late for that now. Besides, we're married."
Lela nodded, trying to force herself to stand up straight and remain uncovered.
"By the way, you taste delicious. And look wonderful," Jeff remarked.
"I...thank you," Lela managed to stutter. She took a deep breath, trying to sound more fearless than she felt. "Um...do you want...I mean, can I do something...?"
"Are you sure you're ready?" Jeff asked.
Lela nodded. "Beverly explained to me and...well, there's the hand lotion by the bed...maybe I could see it first?"
Jeff nodded, then stood up straight. Lela stared unblinking as Jeff slowly got undressed. When he was down to just his boxers, he paused. Lela was holding her breath, her gaze locked on the large lump at the front of his jockeys. Without ceremony, Jeff dropped his shorts, setting his erection free.
Lela stared wide eyed at the sight of Jeff's erection bouncing up and down upon being freed. Unbidden, Jeff walked up to the desk, letting his erection rest on its surface next to Lela. Lela timidly walked up to it, running her tiny hands along it as she moved from the base to the head. To Jeff, it was like having a tiny feather run along it.
"It's very beautiful, Jeff," Lela announced. She continued stroking Jeff's erection just below the head. "I'm...well, if you would...would you like me to ride it?"
Jeff said nothing, but wordlessly carried Lela over to the bed. He set her down on the bedside table, then picked up a bottle of lotion. Squirting a few drops on his fingers, he picked Lela up and began gently rubbing it on her. It smelled of ginger and coconuts and Lela found herself becoming very, very excited. Once her front was thoroughly coated, Jeff laid down and placed Lela on the underside of his erection, cupping her gently but firmly to his length.
Telling herself not to be timid, Lela wrapped her arms and legs as best she could around Jeff's shaft, trying to rub herself up and down. As soon as Jeff felt Lela moving, he began using his hand to move her up and down faster. The feel of her breasts and womanhood pressed against Jeff's member, rubbing up and down, began building up the pleasure in her tiny body once again. She could tell Jeff was getting more excited to, by the sounds he was making, the way his hand holding her was speeding up, and the way his erection was getting harder against her.
Then in one grand moment, Lela cried out as she had her third orgasm of the night. Her convulsing body caused Jeff to cum as well, as he began shooting over and over and over. Lela found herself coated with the warm white substance, but she was too exhausted from her own orgasm to care.
Once Jeff was finished, he guiltily brought Lela off his deflating member. Grabbing some conveniently floral scented wipes on the bedside table, he began cleaning Lela up. "I'm, um...well,, I meant to snatch you away, but...well, it felt so good."
Lela giggled as Jeff got one blob out of her hair. "It's okay. It was...well, it was very good for me. But I think I need to take just a little break. Not a long one," she said, "And I hope I don't sound...well, you're my husband, so it should be okay, but I don't want to waste the time we have with me shrunk just sleeping."
Laughing, Jeff finished cleaning Lela up, then laid back down and placed his new wife on his chest. Almost immediately, Lela was asleep, making cute little snoring sounds.
Deep breaths, Lela told herself. Deep breaths.
Lela had thought a lot about her wedding night. A lot. She knew she loved Jeff, and he loved her, and so she knew their wedding night would be wonderful. But, being a virgin, she still had a lot of trepidation.
And that was before she knew she would be spending her wedding night at just sixteen centimeters tall.
Now she was lying back on a hotel room desk, only sixteen centimeters tall, propped up on her hands, wearing a black undershirt and panties, and waiting for her new husband to enter the room.
For the shrinking process, her husband would normally be there. But Lela explained to their analyst Beverly that the first time she wanted Jeff to see her naked, she wanted it to be because he undressed her for...well, to be intimate.
Beverly understood completely. The older woman was with Lela through the shrinking process, then helped Lela dress for her wedding night. At first, Lela thought what Beverly had picked out for her was rather plain. Beverly patiently explained that both Lela and Jeff would be rather excited, and would prefer something that came off easier rather than something that looked especially enticing. With a bright blush, Lela conceded Beverly's logic.
Lela's heart was already beating rapidly before she heard the door to the "hotel room" open up. The next thing she knew, Jeff's giant face was leaning over her. She became very aware of her bare limbs and the amount of cleavage her undershirt was showing.
"Wow, Lela you look fantastic," Jeff gushed. Lela blushed but smiled back up at her husband.
"So how does it feel?" Jeff asked.
"It's...well, it's like I'm...not hypersensitive. Just everything feels...well, it's hard to explain. I feel kind of brand new. Like...okay, this may not sound very romantic," she laughed, "But it's like I've been scrubbed and all the dead cells are off me."
"Well, whatever it is, it looks sexy," Jeff replied as he reached out to pick Lela up. Caught off guard by Jeff's sudden moment, Lela flinched, which caused Jeff to stop his hand reaching for her. "Sorry, I...well, sorry."
"No, it's okay," Lela said, forcing herself to relax as she put a smile on her face. "You just caught me off guard. I want you to pick me up."
As Jeff reached for her, Lela forced herself to remain relaxed. At the touch of his fingertips, Lela made a little "oooh" sound, which caused Jeff to freeze.
"No, no, it's okay, I just wasn't prepared for how...well, how good it would feel," Lela said with a blush.
Emboldened by that statement, Jeff gently scooped Lela up.
Lela stretched out on Jeff's hand as he brought her up to his face. She felt very exposed, and part of her wanted to cover herself up, but the rest of her felt very, very hot at the obvious lust in her husband's eyes.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Jeff said, the finger of his free hand caressing the left side of Lela's face. Lela closed her eyes as she pressed her face into Jeff's fingertip, humming happily.
Jeff ran his forefinger up and down Lela's arm, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, as well as how dark her skin looked in comparison with his paler finger.
Lela was making a light moan at the feel of Jeff's roaming finger, her heart beating in expectation of where Jeff's finger would go next. It seemed to Lela that Jeff's finger were spending forever on her limbs and avoiding her center. Finally, Jeff's finger, which had lingered on her shoulders, dipped slowly down to run across her breasts. The feel of the ridges of Jeff's fingertip sent little sparks of pleasure as the carressed both the exposed skin of her breasts, as well as touching her through the thin material of her undershirt.
Jeff marveled at the softness of Lela's breasts, at the way they gave and sprang back as he massaged first one, then the other. He could even feel her tiny nipples hardening underneath her shirt. But he didn't want to feel them. He wanted to see them.
Lela sucked in her stomach as Jeff's finger moved down to the hem of her undershirt. She lifted her arms above her head when the fingernail nudged her shirt upward enough that Jeff could pull the shirt up and off.
"Lela, you're so beautiful," Jeff said in awe, looking at his beautiful bride, clad only in panties. Lela was practically glowing now, her head turned to one side to avoid looking into Jeff's eyes. It took all her willpower, but she was able to stop from crossing her arms across her chest. She moaned happily as Jeff continued caressing her breasts, making little squeaks of pleasure every time the ridges of his finger ran across her nipples.
Jeff was marveling at the beauty of his bride, occasionally putting his finger under Lela's breasts to give them a nudge and get a feel of their weight. Her dark brown nipples looked so delicious that he couldn't help himself. Jeff changed his grip on Lela as he brought her up to his face and gave both her breasts a leisurely lick.
Lela squealed with pleasure at the sensation of the tiny bumps on Jeff's tongue running across her nipples, and the length of his tongue sliding between and around her breasts. But what set her over the top was when Jeff took both her breasts between his lips. It felt like every millimeter of her breasts were being massaged while both nipples were caressed and teased.
Finally, Lela had to push Jeff away. Or rather, when Jeff felt Lela's hands pushing against his face, he relented and released her breasts from his mouth.
"Are you okay?" a look of genuine concern on his face.
Lela was trying to catch her breath, but nodded, a broad smile on her face. "Definitely all right."
A look of understanding came to Jeff's giant features. "So, you, um...."
Feeling like her face was permanently red, Lela nodded. "Beverly said I would be...well, sensitive and receptive."
Adjusting his grip on Lela, Jeff ran his finger lightly over her stomach. "So would you be receptive to more?"
Lela nodded, then, when she realized Jeff was having trouble removing her last article of clothing, pushed down her panties just far enough for Jeff to hook his finger in them and pull them all the way down.
"You're so gorgeous," Jeff murmured, taking in all of his beautiful bride's body. Jeff's finger lazily caressed downward from right thigh to her foot. Jeff lingered at Lela's feet, making her giggle as he tickled them. But Lela held her breath as Jeff's finger moved up the inside of her right leg. Time seemed to step as his fingertip drew inexorably closer to the dark patch of her hair between her legs. When his finger finally reach that magic spot, Lela felt as if her world exploded.
"So beautiful," Jeff murmured, his finger pressing gently against Lela's womanhood as he made a small circle with his fingertip. Lela's hips bucked against Jeff's touch, trying to make his touch more forceful.
"Lela, you have such a beautiful...pussy," Jeff said. "So soft, so warm, so wet." Jeff's words were both embarrassing and exciting to Lela, as she felt her pleasure building.
Then Jeff brought Lela up to his mouth, his tongue sliding between her legs. Lela screamed in delight as the bumps on Jeff's tongue slid back and forth over her little love button. Lela once again found herself in the throes of an all consuming orgasm, her hands pushing against Jeff's face. This time a knowing smile crossed Jeff's face as he set Lela down on the desk. Jeff lowered his face until it was right next to the panting Lela. When Lela finally caught her breath, she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands, but Jeff gently brushed them out of the way. "Too late for that now. Besides, we're married."
Lela nodded, trying to force herself to stand up straight and remain uncovered.
"By the way, you taste delicious. And look wonderful," Jeff remarked.
"I...thank you," Lela managed to stutter. She took a deep breath, trying to sound more fearless than she felt. "Um...do you want...I mean, can I do something...?"
"Are you sure you're ready?" Jeff asked.
Lela nodded. "Beverly explained to me and...well, there's the hand lotion by the bed...maybe I could see it first?"
Jeff nodded, then stood up straight. Lela stared unblinking as Jeff slowly got undressed. When he was down to just his boxers, he paused. Lela was holding her breath, her gaze locked on the large lump at the front of his jockeys. Without ceremony, Jeff dropped his shorts, setting his erection free.
Lela stared wide eyed at the sight of Jeff's erection bouncing up and down upon being freed. Unbidden, Jeff walked up to the desk, letting his erection rest on its surface next to Lela. Lela timidly walked up to it, running her tiny hands along it as she moved from the base to the head. To Jeff, it was like having a tiny feather run along it.
"It's very beautiful, Jeff," Lela announced. She continued stroking Jeff's erection just below the head. "I'm...well, if you would...would you like me to ride it?"
Jeff said nothing, but wordlessly carried Lela over to the bed. He set her down on the bedside table, then picked up a bottle of lotion. Squirting a few drops on his fingers, he picked Lela up and began gently rubbing it on her. It smelled of ginger and coconuts and Lela found herself becoming very, very excited. Once her front was thoroughly coated, Jeff laid down and placed Lela on the underside of his erection, cupping her gently but firmly to his length.
Telling herself not to be timid, Lela wrapped her arms and legs as best she could around Jeff's shaft, trying to rub herself up and down. As soon as Jeff felt Lela moving, he began using his hand to move her up and down faster. The feel of her breasts and womanhood pressed against Jeff's member, rubbing up and down, began building up the pleasure in her tiny body once again. She could tell Jeff was getting more excited to, by the sounds he was making, the way his hand holding her was speeding up, and the way his erection was getting harder against her.
Then in one grand moment, Lela cried out as she had her third orgasm of the night. Her convulsing body caused Jeff to cum as well, as he began shooting over and over and over. Lela found herself coated with the warm white substance, but she was too exhausted from her own orgasm to care.
Once Jeff was finished, he guiltily brought Lela off his deflating member. Grabbing some conveniently floral scented wipes on the bedside table, he began cleaning Lela up. "I'm, um...well,, I meant to snatch you away, but...well, it felt so good."
Lela giggled as Jeff got one blob out of her hair. "It's okay. It was...well, it was very good for me. But I think I need to take just a little break. Not a long one," she said, "And I hope I don't sound...well, you're my husband, so it should be okay, but I don't want to waste the time we have with me shrunk just sleeping."
Laughing, Jeff finished cleaning Lela up, then laid back down and placed his new wife on his chest. Almost immediately, Lela was asleep, making cute little snoring sounds.
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