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A Small Complication

Post by DiminutionMan » Mon Jan 04, 2021 7:56 pm

Nov 16, 2020 (Day 0)

"Jacob?"

Taylor's voice was clear and crisp, much higher fidelity in real life than it was over Zoom. I turned toward the sound and recognized her immediately, her pixie features framed by long, straight brown hair, topped by a pale blue beanie. She wore a stylish lavender coat and a blue-green scarf, no doubt selected to accent her emerald eyes. I stood, giddy at the sight of her, and I saw that my excitement was mirrored in her wide smile.

We were really going to do this!

"Taylor! How are you?" I walked toward her, meeting in an embrace after two steps. She held me more tightly than was strictly polite, as if she was afraid that I might slip away, taking with me all the dreams that she had shared over these past several weeks. For my part, I enjoyed the contact, taking it as a sign of endearment and excitement. After a long moment, she released me and took a step back.

The day was gray and chilly, an average November day in Minnesota. Everyone around us was bundled up against the cold, hands in pockets or gloves, looking down at the ground in front of them as they hurried to their warmer destinations. A few wore face masks to guard against the COVID-19 pandemic, but most didn't bother in outdoors settings like this, even with cases on the rise. I hadn't seen a smile on a single face, until Taylor had turned my day abruptly sunny.

"Do you have it?" she asked excitedly, holding onto my hands.

"Of course I do. But we can't let everyone see." She glanced around us, remembering that we weren't alone. She had chosen our meeting place, and I had been pleased to see that she had the presence of mind to choose a well-trafficked public place -- even though we had seen each other a dozen times online, it still paid to be careful. It made me feel a little more confident that she could keep everything secret.

"Right." She shut her eyes for a moment and shook her head quickly, as if admonishing herself. "Okay, this way." She turned to walk toward a grove of trees, and pulled me with her. I hurried to catch up, walking alongside her, matching her quick stride, still hardly believing that this moment was real. A minute later, we reached the copse, and sat together behind a pair of trees, leaving all of the potentially-wandering eyes behind us. Taylor watched me eagerly, and I took a moment to savor her attention.

Then I reached into the breast pocket of my jacket, withdrew a small jar, and handed it to Taylor. She gasped, her eyes fixed on the small creature inside.

"I can't believe it! I mean, you showed me online, but still.... It's incredible!" She stared intently at the tiny gray squirrel inside, marveling at its stature. She tore her eyes away long enough to ask, "How small is it?" before returning her gaze to the jar.
"One-eighth of normal." I found myself momentarily jealous of the creature that held her so captivated.

The jar fogged as she exhaled shakily. "One-eighth. That's just about..." she trailed off.
"Right," I said, continuing the thought that I knew was in her head. "Just about the scale that you would be. Maybe even by this time tomorrow."

She squealed like a little girl before embracing me tightly once more. "I can't believe this is really happening! I mean, I know we've been talking about it, but still, it's…it's so unbelievable…." She trailed off, quietly examining the miniature squirrel for another thirty seconds or so, turning the jar in her hands as she watched its reactions. Then she turned back to me. "Come on, let's go somewhere warmer. I'll make some hot cocoa!"

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On the drive to Taylor's apartment, as I followed her blue Prius, I thought about what the things that we had been planning.

For the past few months, I had been working in secret on a device that could shrink living things. At least, so far it was only living things, although of course I wanted to find a way to handle inert objects as well. The technology wasn't actually developed by me, but by a team that I had worked with at my former employer, a large biomedical company. Although my degree was in Biochemistry, by that time I had been moved into a managerial role, and no longer worked directly on the actual science. I was good at that job, and the paychecks were definitely larger, but I found the work to be less satisfying than being on the front lines of research. I had chosen to be a scientist so that I could help push the limits of human knowledge, and I felt like I had been losing touch with that passion.

We had developed the technology as a potential way to target and remove cancerous cells from the body. I was certain that it could be effective at this, which would be a truly amazing accomplishment. It would essentially cure cancer, at least for people who could afford what the company would charge for the treatment. But I was convinced that the current direction of the research was not optimal -- they wanted to develop it in a way that could target any cancer, but I was certain that there were just too many unpredictable variations in cancerous cells. In my opinion, and the opinion of most scientists on the team, it would be much easier to take a sample of a person's individual cancer, and target that. But the company bureaucracy disagreed, and I had the distinct feeling that it was entirely about trying to make a larger profit.

And nobody, not even most of the scientists, wanted to talk about potential applications beyond cancer treatments. That was disappointing, if not entirely surprising -- after all, a cancer cure was the industry's holy grail -- but I felt like everyone around me had tunnel vision. I wondered if there was anyone in an analogous position in the early days of the Internet; surrounded by brilliant minds that could develop protocols and algorithms to route data between billions of connected devices, but unable to imagine something like social networks.

So, I had left the company, gathering what data I needed to continue research in a different direction. It wasn't strictly legal or ethical, which was my one area of guilt around the entire situation. I justified it by telling myself that I wasn't competing with the company, or with the scientists who had put in the effort; instead, I was pursuing an area of research in which they were uninterested. An area of research that needed to be explored. The possibilities were mind-boggling.

Of course, the potential for abuse was mind-boggling as well. Which was the reason that I had kept everything secret. The analogy of the Internet seemed appropriate here, too; the early days had seemed so promising, and now vast swathes of it were a virtual toxic wasteland. I saw it as a warning that any disruptive technology that was made public would inevitably be abused to the maximum extent possible, whether for money, power, entertainment, or pure spite. Before I publicized this research, I had to be sure that there were safeguards and defenses against such abuse, if it was even possible to build defenses strong enough.

I wasn't exactly sure how I would help humanity while keeping it secret. I wasn't even sure whether, once I had the tech fully developed, I would want to keep the very idea of it secret, or just the inner workings. But I knew that I had to try. The possible benefits were just too great, and I felt like I had an obligation to pursue them. As far as I knew, there was nobody else in the world who was in a position to try.

And it would start with Taylor. Well, actually, it started with rats and squirrels, but Taylor was the next step. I needed someone who would consent to being shrunk, and Taylor had always fantasized about it. In fact, she was part of an online community of people who shared the fantasy. It was still hard for me to imagine that there were people who actually fantasized about becoming smaller, but I guess there's a fetish for everything.

I had come across it while looking for fictional stories about shrinking. The literature was fairly extensive, and reading stories had already ignited several more possibilities in my head for how the technology could benefit people. So I made it a habit to periodically read more fiction on the subject. It was during a search for more stories that I had stumbled on some adult content about shrinking people -- and even more about growing people, but that was less relevant. Curious, I read through several of these stories, and one featured a young woman who actually wanted to shrink, who had fantasized about becoming, in essence, a living Barbie doll. I had immediately stopped reading, and began a search for people who shared that desire. If I could find someone who advertised that they wanted to be shrunk, that would directly solve the thorny problem of finding a person to test the device with me. I had expected to find maybe a few people who fantasized about it. Instead, I found that there was an entire online community.

So, I had set about trying to find someone who would help. I created accounts on several sites, looking through posts and artwork, and striking up conversations. I even wrote a couple of erotic stories about shrinking, both from the perspective of a shrinking woman, and it was one of these that had attracted Taylor's attention. I had already written a short story about a woman who wanted to be small. But on a whim, and remembering that several of my former girlfriends were turned on by having someone else take control, I wrote one about a woman who was shrunk against her will. Interestingly, it was this story that had prompted her to make contact with me. I wasn't sure exactly what that implied about Taylor's fantasies, but when we started conversing, it felt like we had an immediate rapport. I had conversations on the subject with several dozen people, but Taylor was the only one that I had a video call with, and eventually she became the only person to know my secret.

As I pulled into a parking space in the apartment complex's lot, I promised myself that I would be a perfect gentleman. That lasted for about twenty minutes, as we jointly fantasized about the things that we would do after she reached her desired size.

I had three orgasms that night. I lost count of Taylor's after seven.

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Post by DiminutionMan » Mon Jan 04, 2021 8:00 pm

Dec 8, 2020 (Day 20)

Had she noticed me? It was difficult to sneak up on her, considering our size difference, and she often ignored me even when she was aware. I peeked inside a dollhouse window, moving my head laterally until Taylor came into view. She was seated, looking down at her lap, her right arm moving slightly. I guessed that she was drawing, as she often did lately; I had given her a stack of small paper squares, and let her shave a piece of graphite from a pencil tip. She was nude, as she usually was -- she loved to play dress-up with her doll clothes, but found the fabric to be uncomfortable, so she only wore them for short durations.

I approached quietly, avoiding a floorboard that I knew was squeaky, and making sure to approach so that my shadow wouldn't be noticeable to her. The house was on top of a long table that I had set up in one side of my bedroom, arranged in parallel to my bed. On the near end of the table was the console that I had built to control the shrinking device. The console was actually pretty crudely built, since I had been more concerned with functionality than appearance at the time. For a while, I had planned to build a nicer one, but then I had changed my mind, and decided to move to a more flexible computerized control system instead. But that was just one of many competing priorities, and I hadn't found the time for it yet.

I paused for a moment, watching to make sure that Taylor gave no sign of noticing my presence. I settled into position, like a cat ready to pounce, then quickly opened the roof and reached inside. She looked up with a startled expression, just in time to see my hand reaching for her.

"NO!" She instantly sprang from her plastic toy chair and ran to escape, knocking over the chair and scattering her papers. "Leave me alone!" She ducked into another room, one that was harder for me to reach from my current position. That room only had one entrance, though, with a clear plastic wall to let children see inside. Knowing that she had effectively trapped herself, I took my time, walking slowly and deliberately to the other side of her house, where I could reach her more easily. As she came back into view, I watched her expression as I approached -- a mixture of indignation and fear -- and found that I was enjoying my anticipation of what was about to happen.

I pinched the miniature doorknob with a thumb and forefinger and pulled, gently but firmly, not wanting to break the plastic, but enough to overcome her efforts to keep the door closed. Taylor struggled adorably, first straining to hold the door against my strength, her feet sliding on the floor as she inevitably failed, her small weight not affording her any traction. Then she retreated into the far corner of the room, holding a bright pink toy stool in front of her as if she could ward me off with it.

"Just leave me alone!" I reached for her through the small door, and with an effort she whacked my hand with the little stool, groaning in frustration when she saw that it had no effect. I usually picked her up by her midsection, but decided that she needed an extra lesson this time. Instead, I grabbed one foot and started to drag her slowly across the floor. She tried to grab at the wall, then the floor, and then the table, each effort as futile as the previous. When those all failed, she began to beat on my finger with her fist, her face beginning to turn red from the exertion. "Let me go!"

But I had no such intention. I pulled her from her shelter, and she held onto the doorframe, hanging comically at an angle before losing her grip with a small, high-pitched groan. I let Taylor dangle by one ankle, and she gave up on using her fists, opting instead to kick at my finger with her other heel. On the third strike, I let her slip free, seeing her momentary panic and hearing her tiny scream as she suddenly fell, apparently not expecting that her attempt to loosen my grip would actually work. She fell about two feet before I caught her gently with my other hand, and held her firmly around the abdomen. I forced myself to suppress the amusement that I felt at her ineffectual tenacity.

"You're being a very uncooperative doll, Taylor," I told her seriously. "Do I need to remind you of your place?"

"I'm a person, not a doll, you pervert! You can't treat me like this!" Her legs were kicking frantically as her hands worked at my fingers, trying and failing to pry each one in turn.

I sighed. "Obviously, you do need another lesson." I reached behind me, pulling the wooden paddle from the back pocket of my jeans, and Taylor's eyes widened when she saw what I held.

"W-What is that?" she stammered, and I smiled at her reaction. The paddle surface was about 3 inches wide and 5 inches long, with a handle of roughly the same length, and must have looked ridiculously oversized from her perspective. I had the idea of fashioning a paddle the very first time that I had spanked her with a ruler, and now I was looking forward to finally putting it to use.

I waved the paddle slightly in my hand as I answered. "This," I told her, "is called a deterrent. Your previous punishments clearly weren't enough, so it's time to try something new." I turned it, letting Taylor see that it was much thicker than the wooden ruler that I had previously used to punish her. I felt her redouble her efforts. "You can't! It's not right! I'm a human being!"

I set the paddle down long enough to adjust my grip on tiny Taylor, hooking behind her knees with my thumb and using my ring finger to bend her waist over the ridge of my hand, ignoring her protests as I exposed her delicate bottom. I picked the paddle up off of the table, then spanked her with a rapid flick of my wrist, the wood hitting her flesh with a satisfying thwack.

I felt the relief in her tiny body as the blow was less forceful than expected. I had fashioned the paddle from balsa wood, expecting that the lightness of the material would make it easier to spank her without worrying about doing any actual harm. Taylor was typically more playful about these chase-and-punishment scenarios, but sometimes, like today, she would make it more realistic. Her acting had improved over the two weeks that we had lived together -- I suspected that some of her nervousness about the paddle had been genuine, but it was getting harder to know for sure.

Taylor paused for a moment in surprise, but recovered quickly, resuming her fruitless resistance. I wondered briefly how long she wanted to keep this up -- she didn't typically remain serious after her punishment began. I gave her another firm spank, eliciting a little shout of protest, and she started beating a fist against my fingers as she struggled. I gave her two more smacks from the paddle, each punctuated by a small squeal, and noted with satisfaction that her skin was only slightly reddened. I adjusted my grip on Taylor, so that I now held her around her midsection, no longer pinning her to a specific position. She glared at me as she rubbed her injured bottom. "Do you feel better about yourself now? Do you feel like a real man?" I ignored her acerbic outburst, slowly walking to the other end of the table.

As we approached, Taylor's attention became fixed on the control console located there, and her tone suddenly changed. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Your attitude shows me that this kind of punishment isn't enough for you," I responded. "And your size is a privilege. Since you've proven that you don't deserve it, I'm going to take some of it away."

"No!" Her small scream was intense, but still not loud enough to fill the bedroom. "Don't shrink me again! Please! I'll do whatever you want!"

I reached for the dial on the left, and turned it to the setting that would reduce her from 9 inches tall to 6 inches. "Oh, It's too late for that, Taylor."

She actually bit me then, her little teeth sharpened by their diminutive size; fortunately, her jaw wasn't strong enough to break the skin. I reached back to the dial, turning it slightly further counter-clockwise. "That just cost you another inch." Taylor quieted then, her body going still as she glared at me silently, and I was barely able to suppress my laughter at seeing such a serious expression on her adorable little face. The extra inch was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I wondered briefly if she would be okay with becoming that small. She had settled on a preferred size range of about 6 to 9 inches -- 9 inches for living a doll's life, and 6 inches when it was time to fit into my hand. She hadn't expressed an interest in becoming smaller than that, and I hadn't asked for permission.

I pressed the large red button on the console beneath the dial, initiating the process. I turned my attention back to Taylor, marveling at the transformation that had begun happening in my hand. I let my grip on her loosen as her miniature features became even more delicate, her small naked form diminishing further before my eyes. I clasped a foot gently between a thumb and forefinger, feeling the change beneath my fingertips, my hands slowly pulled toward each other as her legs became shorter. And then, too soon, it was over, the tiny nubile body in my hand now barely half the size that it had been a few seconds earlier, and a small fraction of her previous weight.

The chasing game was part of Taylor's fantasy. While it was a turn-on for her, it was merely fun to me. This, on the other hand, sparked my arousal. I couldn't quite place the reasons why, but I thought that it was the clear and overwhelming asymmetry in power between us. After the obvious futility of Taylor's efforts over the past several minutes, to watch her become even more helpless, to become even less of herself, and to feel it happening in my own hands, created a rush of feeling inside me. I held her entire diminutive body in my open palm now, quietly studying her exquisite features as she recovered from the dizziness, and I noted that her little legs barely extended over the edge of my hand.

Taylor looked around herself, clearly realizing that she was now smaller than she had ever been. "No! How could you do this to me?! It's not right! Please change me back!"

I smiled at her, thinking to myself that her outbursts were even more endearing at her new size. "I told you that your size was a privilege. And now, because you won't accept your place, you're too small even to be a doll. All of your clothes will be way too big for you." I raised my palm, bringing her just below my eye level. Taylor scooted backward in my hand, her wide eyes looking up at me as I brought her closer. "You're my toy now, Taylor. And I can do anything that I want with you." I let my gaze linger meaningfully on her shapely, minuscule body. The meaning wasn't lost on her. As if suddenly self-conscious of her nudity, she covered her breasts with one arm, then brought her knees together and up to her chest at an angle, hiding all of her intimate parts from view.

"No, no, that won't work at all." I pinched her wrist gently between a thumb and forefinger and lifted her slowly into the air, bringing her up directly in front of my face. Hanging in the air, still covering herself, she looked toward the ground briefly, then stiffened as she quickly squeezed her eyes shut. "Taylor, are you going to be a good toy for me? Or do I need to shrink you again?" That got her attention. I could see the small tremor go through her body, and she glared at me for a moment before breaking eye contact. Silently, her expression hard as she looked off to the side, Taylor let her limbs drop.

"That's better." I let her dangle in the air for a few moments longer, admiring just how cute she made it look, and I fought a sudden urge to tickle her little feet. It was difficult to stay in character sometimes, but so far I had always let Taylor decide when to end our games. Slowly, I brought my left hand up behind her, angled to lay her on her back as I returned her gently to my palm. I ran the back of a finger down her body, feeling the way her silky skin had been turned impossibly smooth by her transformation.

"No. No, please don't do this to me." Taylor's tone had changed, now pleading instead of angry, gently pushing away on my finger while she shook her head. She really was getting better at her acting; if I didn't already know better, I might have thought that she genuinely didn't want this. Luckily, there were still a few telltale signs that verified what I knew: the way her breath had quickened, the hip movements that she couldn't entirely suppress, and the way her hands gravitated to caress her body when she was focused on something else. For the hundredth time, I admired Taylor's lithe little form, wondering what I could have possibly done to be rewarded with something this incredible.

I wanted to cup her tiny body in both hands and hold her to my chest in an all-encompassing embrace. But it wasn't time for that yet. Instead, I gently caressed her legs and stomach with my fingertips, smiling as I noted that her resistance was rapidly diminishing. I moved my thumb and fingertip to her pert little breasts, and began to knead them softly. "Please! This isn't right. You can't just use people like this." Taylor's voice was so quiet that I could barely hear her now. At this point, she seemed to be struggling against her own desires as much as she was resisting me. She had her hands on top of my fingernails, but it felt like she was trying to hold my fingers on her more than she was trying to move them away, despite her words.

I couldn't help a mischievous smile as I decided to tip the scales even further against poor little Taylor. I still held her in the palm of my left hand, and I moved my right hand away, continuing to massage her breasts with my left thumb. Taylor's eyes were closed, her head tilted backward as she still shook it with whispered protests that I could no longer hear, preoccupied with her adorable mental struggle. Her legs were spread only slightly, allowing me to see that the sincerity of her protests was belied by a droplet of glistening wetness there. I turned my right pinky finger so that it was perpendicular to my left palm, moving it slowly between Taylor's thighs, careful not to touch her legs. Then, moving it downward, I barely brushed her lower lips with the side of my finger. I immediately felt Taylor press herself against my finger and slide herself slightly upward, the sudden motion accompanied by a sharp gasp. "No! Please! I can't take much more of this!" I chuckled softly; that last statement was probably actually true.

Taylor seemed to be on the verge of completely losing control, and I stopped moving my fingers, watching with amusement to see whether she would bring herself to climax while trying to pretend that she didn't want it at all. Her protestations had devolved into wordless moans, and her hips were completely off the ground, gyrating slightly as she pressed herself against my finger. Her left hand had replaced my thumb on one of her breasts, and her right moved to tightly grip the webbing of my thumb. As I watched in fascination, she seemed to go through cycles, where she would mostly regain control, slowing her movements and steadying her breathing, only to struggle against her own arousal and slip into abandon once more, vocally denying her passions the whole time. I wasn't sure how much of it was acted, but it certainly appeared to be mostly genuine, and from my perspective it was unbelievably sexy.

The pitch of Taylor's outbursts had risen to the point that they were barely intelligible. "Oh God! Oh! Master, I'm coming!" I couldn't entirely suppress a wince at hearing Taylor call me "Master" as she finally broke character. She had tried out a number of nicknames, including Big Man, Boss Man, even My Lord -- which had interrupted a session with the fit of laughter that it had provoked -- but she seemed to have settled on Master. I still wasn't comfortable with the term, and I was certain that my discomfort was at least part of the reason that she had chosen it. I'd have to remember to punish Taylor for her impertinence.

But that was for another time. In this moment, now that we were no longer role-playing, I could drop the Bond villain theatrics and focus on what I really wanted: making my tiny little Taylor writhe uncontrollably in the palm of my hand.

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Roughly an hour later, we lay in bed, done for the night and basking in the post-coital glow of each other. Taylor was at her nearly-full size, eyes distant as I caressed her side with one hand, preoccupied with her thoughts. We lay that way in silence for several minutes, until I saw her eyes refocus, bringing her back to me.

She hesitated for a moment before she spoke. "Jacob, you've never called me a toy before."

I had expected that she wanted to talk about something. But I hadn’t expected this; if anything, I thought that she would want to talk about my shrinking her by an extra inch without her permission. It also didn’t escape my notice that she used my actual name, for the first time in nearly a week.

"Did that bother you?" I asked tentatively. "I didn't mean anything by it. It was just part of the role, telling you that you were even smaller -- even less significant than before."

"Well..." Taylor hesitated again. "Yeah, it does kind of bother me. A toy is something that you play with for a while, then just put it away in a drawer and forget about until you feel like playing again. I just… That's not what I want to be." Her eyes were locked on mine, piercing, almost pleading.

"Oh, Taylor…" I reached for her, and pulled her into me. "That's not what you are to me. You could never be."

Taylor accepted my embrace, burying her head into my shoulder. I held her tightly, rubbing a hand on her back. I still didn't really understand why this had affected her so much, but I let that stay unspoken for the moment.

As I comforted her, I realized all over again just how right she had been -- this was a good size for her. The feel of her body just felt like it fit right against mine. Or maybe it was just that she was Taylor, and it would always feel like she fit just right, no matter what her size was.

Eventually, I decided to break the silence. While I was enjoying the moment, I also didn't want to leave this conversation unresolved.

"So, a doll is different than a toy?"

Taylor drew back far enough that should could look at me comfortably. She made eye contact briefly, then broke it, looking down as if unsure of herself. "Well, to me it's different, at least. I think -- to me, a toy is something you can just forget about. But a doll, you make sure she's taken care of. You buy her clothes, and set her up with a house, and decorate it with her. You have tea parties, and bake cupcakes together. At least, that's how I always thought of mine."

She looked up at me sadly. "A lot of the stuff online -- the stories and comics and everything -- in a lot of it, the shrunken people aren't treated like people. And I know it's all fantasy, but...when you said that I was your toy, it brought all of that stuff forward. I just -- I don't want you to start thinking of me like that."

I gave her a small smile. "I could never really think of you as a toy, Taylor. Actually, I don't think of you as a doll, either." I paused, unsure whether this was the right time, then decided to continue. "If anything, I think of you as my girlfriend."

I felt Taylor's body quake as she blinked rapidly, fighting tears that had already started appearing in her eyes. I hurried on, "I know we've just been treating this like an arrangement so far -- you living your fantasy, and me with my research -- but...I care about you, Taylor." I softened my voice as I reached to her face and brushed away a lock of hair that didn't really need to be brushed away. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She laughed softly as she used a finger to brush tears away. She looked down momentarily before looking back up at me, her eyes somehow even more vibrant. "So...you're okay with having a girlfriend that's nine inches tall?"

"Taylor," I said seriously, "I'd be okay if you were three inches tall. Or three hundred."

Taylor was nodding, but her tears had returned, and she took a moment to compose herself. When that failed, she slapped a hand against my chest and groaned nasally in frustration. "God! What kind of boyfriend would make a girl cry like this?"

I grinned at her. "A terrible one, obviously."

"The worst," she agreed, sliding a knee across my stomach as she climbed on top of me. Then, straddling my chest, she sat up and looked down at me, meeting my eyes as she wiped a cheek with the back of her hand. "What should I do to someone so awful?"

I raised an eyebrow. Evidently, we weren't done for the night.
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Post by Bloodthirstybutcher » Mon Jan 04, 2021 11:07 pm

Absolutely beautiful. Sexy and heartwarming at the same time is a difficult balance to strike.
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Post by Kara Dollgirl » Sat Jan 09, 2021 4:37 am

OMG! that was just wonderful! I felt as though you were telling the story of MY life, being a girl who has always wanted so much to be a doll.
It was also SO well written. Thank you so much for sharing this.
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Post by potyzeff » Sat Jan 09, 2021 6:52 pm

really a lovely story!

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Post by DiminutionMan » Sun Jan 10, 2021 5:37 am

Thank you all for the compliments! Each time I post a story chapter, I'm never quite sure whether people like it until somebody posts their feedback, so thank you for taking the time to comment.

It's especially gratifying to hear from a little woman's perspective. Hearing that it feels like the story of your own life makes me feel like I truly managed to capture the experience. So thank you -- I deeply appreciate the kind words!

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Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1)

I reached inside the front door and flipped on the light switch. The air in my house was cold, and a bit stale from my four-day absence. I walked inside, then dropped our bags on the floor inside the entryway, carefully placing the squirrel’s container next to them.

“Well, this is the place.” I pointed to the right. “The bathroom is the first door down that hallway, on the left. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I don’t have an extra bed, but you can use mine, and I’ll set up an air mattress in the spare room.” As I spoke, I walked down the hallway to the thermostat, then turned it a bit higher than normal, for Taylor’s sake. “It’s not very big, but it’s all I need.”

“It’s a step up from my apartment,” Taylor said, looking around the spartan interior. “Although it could use a woman’s touch.”

I laughed shortly, glancing at a cheaply-framed print on the far wall. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

She pointed down the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.” I nodded, and took the opportunity to start unpacking. I had packed light, so the task was accomplished a minute later, then I stripped the bed and began making it with fresh sheets. These last two days spent with Taylor had been pleasant, but it was still good to be home. Especially after a long drive.

“How can you even think about sheets right now?” Taylor asked as she walked into the room, her business finished. It looked like she’d taken the opportunity to brush her hair, as well.

“Well, it needs to be done at some point, and you were busy, so....”

“Forget that.” She walked happily around the bed and began pulling on my hand. “Where’s the shrink ray?”

I laughed good-naturedly at her impatience, but the truth was that I could hardly wait, either. I cleared my throat. “Okay. First, it’s not a ray. It’s more of a device, or a machine. It’s not portable, either. Come on, I’ll show you.” I walked toward the door, motioning for her to follow. I hadn’t answered her questions about the device on the trip home. That was mostly because I wasn’t comfortable talking about it outside of the house, but also partly because Taylor had made a show of being frustrated at my reluctance, and I found that I enjoyed playing into that.

I led her to the garage, stopping to grab the insect cage and TLE unit from the counter where I had left them when I unpacked. The device was useless without it, and I expected that even if anyone studied the device while I was gone, it would be nearly impossible to determine its purpose without the unit. I turned the lights on as I entered, gesturing widely at the sprawling machinery that occupied about a third of the room. “There it is. This is where the magic happens.”

Taylor walked toward it slowly, examining the dull metal chassis. Since she was distracted, I walked across the room to the shelves on the other wall, placed the container next to two more that rested on a mid-level shelf, and examined the other two. It looked like they still had enough food, but one would run out of water soon. I grabbed the water dishes from both containers, dumped the contents, and began to refill them.

“So how does --” Taylor turned toward me as she began talking, then cut off when she saw what I was doing. She walked toward me, curious. “Is that where you keep the squirrels?”

“Just one squirrel,” I answered, as I began returning the dishes to their containers. “And a rat, and --”

“Is that a pig?” she squealed, and hurried to look closely at the miniature juvenile pot-belly. She placed a fingertip on the clear plastic and moved it around, trying to get the pig’s attention. “Oh my God, it’s so cute!”

“Pigs are similar to humans, biologically. And they’re a lot easier to get than monkeys or chimps.” I moved next to her, turning to watch it walking around its diminutive habitat. The pig was still pretty young, so it still had the juvenile proportions that people liked, and at one-sixth scale, it stood at under two inches tall.

Taylor turned to me excitedly. “Can I hold it?”

I gave her a sidelong look. “Maybe another time. Right now, you’d give the poor thing a heart attack.” She scoffed and gave me an indignant look. I smiled dryly, and lifted the top from its container. “You can pet it. Just be gentle.”

Taylor nodded quickly, then slowly reached a hand inside. With two slender fingers, she brushed the dark fur on the little pig’s back. It looked up for a moment, then apparently decided that Taylor’s hand wasn’t a cause for concern, and dropped its head back down.

“It’s so soft,” she mused. “I think I’ll call him...Roger.”

“Roger?”

“Well, why not?”

“What kind of a name is Roger for a pig? And what if it’s a girl?”

“Is it a girl?” Taylor asked pointedly.

“No, but --”

“Then Roger it is!” she declared triumphantly.

“It already has a name.” I tried to think of a clever name as she looked at me inquiringly, and drew a blank. “Subject 03.”

“Subject zero-three.” Taylor’s repeated flatly. “That’s...not even a name.”

I pushed her shoulder lightly. “You’re one to talk, Subject 04.”

She gasped loudly in mock outrage. “So, the truth comes out,” she said, and her face adopted an accusatory expression. “All I am to you is a test subject.”

I nodded, smiling crookedly. “Just a guinea pig.”

She stood up straight, turning to face me squarely, and placed her hands on her hips in challenge. “Okay then, mister big-shot scientist. Run your tests and be done with it.”

I turned to the shelves, and picked up a small vial filled with blue liquid from a holder on the top shelf, then held it out to her. “Drink this.”

She took the vial from my hand, then looked at it suspiciously. “What is it?”

“If you must know, miss lab rat” -- Taylor smirked at this -- “it’s a marker. So that the device can target you.”

I double-checked that the device’s power was turned off, then picked up the detached unit and walked over to reattach the leads to it.

“So how long will it take? Does it need to enter my bloodstream or something?” I looked behind me, and saw that Taylor had already emptied the vial. I slid the unit until it locked into position, then flipped the switch on the power strip. I took a USB key from my pocket and tried to insert it into one of the ports. Then I flipped it over, actually inserted it this time, and pressed the power button on the device itself.

“If you’re asking about the marker, it’s ready. The device can shrink you as soon as it finishes booting up. If you mean the shrinking process itself, I have it set to take ten seconds. But first, I want to take some measurements.”

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I held a book on top of Taylor’s head, checking the level on top of it to make sure that I held it flat. She stood barefoot against a ruler that I had previously attached to the wall in preparation.

“Height: 5 feet, 4 and...one-quarter inches.” I gestured toward the scale as I made a note, and she walked over to stand on it.

“Can’t forget that quarter-inch,” she quipped nervously.

“Weight: 124.2 pounds.”

Taylor stepped off, then looked at the scale like it had betrayed her. “Are you sure that thing’s accurate?”

I was sure; I had triple-checked it less than a week ago. “It could be off,” I said smoothly. “But it’s consistent, and that’s what we care about.”

I picked up the infrared thermometer, and pointed it at her. “Temperature: 98.8.”

Taylor fidgeted impatiently as I took the rest of her vitals. Her heart rate and blood pressure were a little elevated, but that was consistent with her excitement. In all, I didn’t see any reason not to proceed.

“Okay, I think we’re set.” I looked at Taylor. “Are you ready?”

“God yes, finally!” Then she grinned at me. “But I thought you’d want to take some...other measurements.” She wiggled her chest suggestively. “To make sure everything shrinks the same?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I turned to the control console at the end of the workbench. It was a pretty simple unit: basically just six adjustable dials in a plasterboard box. Above each dial was a red digital readout, and below each was a large red button and a green indicator LED. Each was already pre-programmed for a marker. The three rightmost dials were for the three test animals. Taylor’s was on the far left. That left two spares, although I was starting to have some ideas for one of them.

I turned Taylor’s dial counter-clockwise until the readout displayed “98.00,” then turned to look at her. “I’m going to start with a 2% reduction, then we’ll see how you feel.” Taylor nodded emphatically, her anxiousness clearly increasing.

“You’re about to make history here. Do you want a countdown?” I needled.

She groaned. “Just press the stupid button.”

I obliged, pressing it firmly so that Taylor could hear. I made sure that her indicator LED lit up, then watched her carefully, looking for a visible change.

Taylor noticed before I did. “Oh my God, it’s working!” She looked down at herself, and tugged lightly on her shirt. “I can feel my clothes getting looser!”

I watched the top of her head as it slowly declined against the background. The change was gradual enough that I couldn’t really notice it by looking anywhere else. After a few seconds, I wasn’t sure if anything was happening anymore, and I looked down to see that the LED had turned off.

“Okay, it’s done. How do you feel?”

She looked over herself, pulling at her clothes gingerly. “I don’t feel any different. I can feel that my bra and my pants aren’t as tight as they were.”

“Any pain? Discomfort?” Taylor shook her head. “Nausea? Disorientation?”

“Maybe a little disorientation, but I’m not really sure. It might have been nothing, and it didn’t last.”

“Can you touch your thumb to each of your fingertips?”

“Do we really have to go through this?” she asked as she went through the motions.

“I just want to be sure. I can’t ask the pig how it feels after the process.”

After checking her extremities and vision, I motioned toward the ruler on the wall. Taylor jogged over to it, then backed herself against the drywall. “How tall am I now?”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, then picked up the book and followed her over. As I stepped up next to Taylor, I looked down at her. She was definitely shorter, although I’m not sure I would have noticed the difference if I hadn’t carefully judged her height earlier. Taylor looked back up at me, and I heard her breathing become shakier as she noticed the same thing.

I turned my attention to the ruler. “Height: five feet, three inches.” She hopped in place a couple times, squealing in celebration, then hugged me tightly.

“You did it! You really did it!”

Then she let go, and hurried to the scale. “Look! 116.8! That’s more like it!” She ran back to the center of the room. “Let’s keep going!”

“Taylor,” I began, and I saw her excitement dim as she heard my tone, “maybe we should wait a bit. Just to be cautious.”

“What? No.... When we met, you told me that I could be doll-sized yesterday!”

“I did say that, but neither of us wanted to drive all night, and we should be careful --”

She gave me an exasperated sigh as she turned away. “I’ve wanted this for so long. The whole drive over, it’s the only thing I could think about. And now that it’s right here, you can’t just make me keep waiting.” She took a deep breath, then looked at me again, and her tone shifted, becoming overly sweet. “If we don’t keep going, then...I’ll just wait until you’re asleep. So we can do it now, with your supervision, or in the middle of the night, and who knows what will happen.”

Her tone said that she was joking-but-not-really, and I considered my options for a moment. I suspected that she would do exactly what she’d said, if I didn’t agree. I could have threatened to stop there, and just drive her home, but that would be a long, awkward drive. Plus, it would mean a lot of wasted time. Besides which, I wanted Taylor to have this. I just didn’t want to be careless about it. But then, I had already shrunk the test animals farther than Taylor would go, several dozen times each, and there hadn’t been any visible side effects yet. I looked at Taylor, exhaled slowly, then told her, “You really suck at this whole test subject thing.”

Seeing that she had won this round, Taylor let out a triumphant whoop. I nearly disconnected the device, just for that.

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“All right, this will take you to 90%. Ready?”

Taylor nodded rapidly, her face flushed with excitement. I slapped the button, then watched intently. This time, the change was immediately noticeable.

Slowly, I walked forward, coming to a stop in front of her, watching as she dwindled slowly before me. Her brilliant green eyes looked up in return, and a shiver visibly ran through her body. I placed a hand gently on top of her head, feeling it move smoothly downward as her height diminished. She stepped even closer, stopping barely an inch away, and I noticed that her breathing had turned heavy. As she watched the increasing difference between us, I heard her whisper, “Oh my God....”

When I couldn’t feel her shrinking anymore, I glanced over to confirm that the process was done, then looked down at Taylor and nodded. She was significantly shorter now, enough that anyone who knew her would notice the difference. Her leggings had taken the process pretty well, but her shirt, formerly close-fitting, was now clearly loose on her body. She looked up at me, lips slightly parted as she placed a hand on my chest. Then she leaned in, pressing her body against mine. I placed my hands gently on her back, marveling at how petite she had become.

Then I cleared my throat, releasing her as I stepped back. “Look, Taylor, about the other night,” I began haltingly. I had known that we’d need to have this conversation eventually. Last night, we had both been tired after driving all day, so I’d been able to avoid it. But the remainder of the trip had only taken about five hours this morning, so there was no avoiding it today.

“I...I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Okay. I don’t.” I paused, and tried to stop a scowl from reaching my lips.

“All right, well, I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you, either.”

Taylor eyed me warily. “So, what are you saying? Are you -- Am I not attractive to you?” she seemed suddenly on the edge of indignation.

“What? No, it’s not...it’s definitely not that. Believe me, you don’t need to worry about that.” I watched her expression, and wasn’t quite sure whether she did believe. “But I don’t expect anything from you. I mean, in return for shrinking. Don’t feel like I expect...sex.”

That’s what you’re worried about?” Taylor laughed incredulously. “Seriously?” I kept my expression carefully neutral, and she rolled her eyes. “Look, if I thought you were like that, I would have left you sitting on that bench. I certainly wouldn’t have spent eighteen hours in a car with you.”

She took a half-step toward me, her eyes fixed on mine, unblinking. “I wanted it. With you.” She reached for my hands, and held them gently. “Can we...just forget this conversation? I feel like we started off so well, and I don’t want us to be awkward.”

I nodded. “Okay. I just...wanted to be sure.” I smiled weakly. “Thank you. For clearing the air.” I cleared my throat again, and changed the subject. “Let’s check your height.”

Taylor gave me a small smile, then said quietly, “Okay.”

She approached the ruler, and used a hand to gauge her new height. “Four-eight!” she exclaimed, her delight returning. “Holy crap!”

I approached her, motioning for her to turn around. Holding the book on her head once again, I announced: “Four feet...seven and three-quarters.”

Taylor jogged happily back to the scale, then looked down at its display. “90.5?” She looked up at me in puzzlement. “Can that be right? It seems so...light.”

“Your weight will change a lot faster than your height,” I told her. “Basically the third power of the change in height. So at half the height, you’d be one-eighth the weight.”

Taylor’s eyes went distant. “And at a doll’s height, I’d weigh...basically nothing.” She shivered again, and squeezed her thighs together. Then she turned to me. “Let’s do it! Make me a doll!”

“Well, I was thinking we’d go to 80% next.” There was no way I’d shrink her straight to doll size without more testing.

“Eighty?! But it’ll take forever if we do it like that!” The process had caused her voice to be slightly higher-pitched, which made her exclamation sound close to petulant.

“Taylor, I don’t want to risk --”

“Ugh. How about fifty? That’s a good compromise.”

I sighed. It seemed like I was sighing a lot today. “Fine. 50%. But not until we take your vitals.”

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I turned the dial to “50.00,” then looked at Taylor where she stood, leaning against the workbench a few feet away.

“All right, 50%. Ready?”

“Ready.” She nodded quickly, looking like she might burst with excitement. Pushing herself so that she no longer leaned against the workbench, she walked toward me, stopping a couple feet away.

“Are you sure?”

“Quit stalling!”

“Okay.” I reached for the console with one hand, and Taylor moved closer still, halving the distance between us. I pressed the button. “Here it goes.”

Taylor shrank much more rapidly this time, decreasing in height by several inches every second. She gasped sharply and her eyes widened, darting between my eyes and my chest as she gauged the speed of her reduction. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around me, and buried her face into my chest. Reflexively, I embraced her, and was caught by surprise when I discovered that she was trembling.

I reached up with one hand to cup the back of her head, which had by this time moved nearly down to my stomach. “Taylor?”

“I’m okay,” she replied quietly, unsteadily. “It’s just a lot.”

Holding my arms around Taylor, I felt like my embrace truly enveloped her, in a way that I had never felt with a woman before. Her hands moved on my back as her reach shortened, and in my arms I could feel her small frame narrowing as she became ever more insubstantial. Her head quickly moved down to my waist, and I lifted her so that I could hold her more comfortably. Her clothing was loose on her body, and began to bunch in places as it became looser still. She attempted to shift to a more comfortable position, and I adjusted my hold, moving an arm beneath her butt to support her like she was a toddler.

This time, I could clearly feel when the process ended, and I glanced at the console for confirmation. Then I leaned back, creating some space between Taylor and myself so that I could study her. She did the same, holding a hand to my shoulder, then to my face as she judged the new scale of things. I knew that she was half her original size, but she seemed somehow even smaller than that. I touched her hand with mine, feeling the delicate precision of her slender fingers, and my own felt ungainly in comparison. After a few moments, I moved my hand to her face, running my thumb along her forehead before lacing my fingers into her hair. It felt much finer now, but densely packed, and I tested the feel of it as I ran my hand through.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Yeah.” Taylor nodded her head in quiet agreement. She tapped my shoulder, which I took as a sign that she wanted down.

I knelt, carefully placing Taylor on her feet. When I let her go, her leggings and panties dropped immediately to the floor. Her shirt draped carelessly from one shoulder, with her other shoulder completely exposed through its neck, and the hem hung down nearly to her knees. She closed her eyes halfway, looking at nothing as she pulled an arm inside her shirt, shifted a bit, then snaked it back out. She repeated the process on the other side, then sighed pleasantly as her bra fell to her feet.

“Much better.” She smiled in satisfaction, stepping out of the pooled clothing, and her eyes returned to lock with mine. I gave Taylor an encouraging smile as I stood back up, and she took an involuntary half-step backward as I rose to my full height. Her body shuddered, and the scent of her arousal in the air, previously faint, was now unmistakable. She dropped her eyes, lingering for a second on the front of my jeans before they rose again to look at my face.

Then her eyes looked past me. “The ceiling,” she said quietly. “It’s so far away now.” She looked to the side, at the workbench, then slowly approached it, her eyes barely above the flat surface. She rose to her tiptoes to see better, then reached for the console with a hand, but she wasn’t even able to reach any of its buttons. Moving on, she then jumped into my chair, looking down and giggling as her feet dangled in the air, far from the floor. She looked back at me, then stood up on the chair and looked again, her eyes still a foot and a half below mine.

I watched with wry amusement, and Taylor paused when she saw my expression. “What?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just watching you rediscover the world.”

She beamed at that. “It’s incredible. Everything’s so different!”

Taylor jumped down from the chair, then nearly fell as one of her knees caught on the hem of her shirt. She walked toward the shelves, looking distracted for a moment. Then she glanced back toward me, and used a hand to pull the cloth at her side, wadding it in her hand as she pulled it taut across her midsection, accentuating the shape of her breasts and raising the bottom of the shirt to her mid-thigh. Testing her reach toward the third shelf, the one with the shrunken animals, her shirt rose still farther, but disappointingly not quite high enough to expose anything above her thigh.

I had been suspicious when she pulled the shirt tight, but that cemented it -- she didn’t have to try to know that the shelf was clearly out of reach. “You realize that I know exactly what you’re doing, right?”

“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly, turning her head toward me, but not enough to actually look at me.

“Trying to tempt me. With your feminine wiles.”

“Ohh.” She drew out the single syllable with a skeptical tone. Then she turned further, cocking her head and looking at me from the corner of her eye. “Is it working?”

I chuckled. “What do you think?”

“I think,” she replied with a mischievous smile as she started walking slowly toward me, “that your pants are fitting a little more tightly than before. You know,” she continued, her eyes now fixed on my jeans as she approached, “now I’m just about the perfect height to do someth--” She cut off as she approached, and a dissatisfied expression quickly crossed her face as she realized that she was, in fact, a few inches shorter than the perfect height for what she had been thinking.

I swept her off the ground with one arm, hoping to distract her from her disappointment, then placed her standing on the workbench surface. “You’re the perfect height for all of the things I’m about to do to you.”

Taylor’s smile returned, coy this time. “Things like what?” She looked up at me, innocently twisting her fingers in the bottom of her overlong shirt. Her smile faded as her lips parted slightly, and her eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, then back, clearly telegraphing the answer that she wanted.

It was exactly the answer that I wanted to give her, and I let my eyes take the same journey in response. “Things like this,” I whispered, inclining my head downward. We neared each other hesitantly, although I knew that neither of us truly felt any hesitation. Eventually, finally, we met halfway, and I closed my eyes as our lips made the faintest contact with each other for a moment, then parted again as she drew away ever so slightly. I opened my eyes to see that Taylor’s were closed, her head held back and lips still slightly pursed. I discovered that my hand had somehow moved to her waist, and I used it to pull her gently into me. Our kiss was sustained this time, her lips thin and unexpectedly warm against mine.

After a long shared moment, I felt Taylor’s tongue brush my lips, shyly asking for a dance. I accepted her offer, and reached up to cup the back of her head as our kiss intensified. I drew her to me more firmly, losing myself in the moment as she melted into me. The whole experience was strangely and wonderfully asymmetric, her tongue hardly reaching past her teeth while mine softly and thoroughly explored her mouth. Taylor’s kiss became more insistent, and I partially mirrored her new intensity, muting it somewhat so as not to overwhelm her. We shared a blissful eon that way before winding down, and as we finally broke our kiss, I gently sucked on her bottom lip for a moment as if to resist its end.

We stood in silence for a moment, eyes only on each other, both panting like we had just run a sprint.

“Wow,” Taylor whispered, and placed a cool hand on my cheek.

“Wow,” I agreed, nodding slowly.

Taylor’s eyes still held mine as she withdrew an arm into her shirt, then moved it back out through the shirt’s neck. She did the same with her other arm, then carefully watched my reaction as she slowly slid the fabric down her body. I took a small step back, allowing myself to admire her miniaturized figure as it was slowly revealed to me. The curve of her shoulders had been sharpened by her new size, and the creamy skin made for a dramatic contrast with her dark hair. She drew the cloth down over her breasts, stopping just less than halfway for a tantalizing moment before teasingly removing their cover. They were still perfectly proportioned, as enticing as ever, and seemed to be hardly affected by gravity at their new size. The cloth continued its travel, revealing her pale, flat stomach, with her endearingly small navel. Taylor seemed ready to dispense with her shirt altogether, but I placed my hands around her hips at this point, wishing to save the rest for later.

She stopped at that, and slid her hands onto mine as she glided back toward me. Then she took hold of the hem of my shirt and began to lift it, slowly exposing my stomach and then my chest as she inched it upward. She began to pepper my chest with soft little kisses, and I took the initiative to pull my shirt off over my head. Taylor was still occupied with her kissing, so I moved a hand to her lower back, savoring the feel of her bare skin on my fingertips. With the other, I caressed the side of her body upward, brushing against the outside of her breast with my thumb, and enjoying the way that she leaned into my hands to increase the contact. Then I pulled her into me, pressing her naked skin firmly against mine, and I shuddered slightly as I felt a rush of energy run through me.

Taylor squeezed tightly right back, nuzzling her face into my shoulder. I inclined my head, letting my cheek rest on her head for a moment. Then I moved my hands to her waist, finding to my surprise that I was able to completely encircle Taylor with my hands, and lifted her for another kiss. I moved a hand to her back, and pressed her tightly against me again, eliciting a muted moan from her.

She broke our kiss for a moment to whisper, “Mmm, yeah. Use those strong hands on me.” Then our mouths softly entwined once more, and I leaned forward slowly to lay her carefully down onto the wooden surface. I was surprised again by just how light she was now. We kissed for a few moments longer, then I drew back and gently ran my fingertips along the side of her head. Taylor leaned her head into my hand, rubbing her cheek softly against my fingers, and I noticed that her face was barely larger than my palm. By turning her head, she exposed her cute little ear on the other side, and I brushed stray strands of hair away from it. Then, carefully, I placed my lips on her miniature earlobe, and gently sucked on it.

She reacted visibly, tensing her shoulders as she arched her chest into me, and a short, quiet moan passed through her lips. I felt myself smile at her reaction, then moved downward, softly kissing her neck as she became more animated, and her small hands tried to pull me down onto her. Her feet hooked around my waist, demanding the same, so I eased my chest down onto her, letting her feel some of my weight. I used enough to feel like I squished her little breasts, which took more than I had expected, since they seemed a bit firmer at her new size. Judging by Taylor’s reaction, that was exactly what she had wanted. Her moan was quiet and whimpering, and then she mumbled, “...made me so small.”

I touched my palm gently to her cheek, this time letting my fingers curl around the top of her head, so that she could feel the extent of my reach. If she wanted to feel small and overpowered, then I could work with that. I resumed kissing her neck, then slowly moved to her shoulder. I kissed and sucked and caressed her silky skin there, noticing that it was now slightly flushed from Taylor’s excitement, but soon I wanted to move onward. I lifted myself off of her, looked down her body, thinking that I had let her breasts go too long without any attention.

Taylor apparently had the same thought. Her hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing them and pressing them into each other, arching her chest a bit as she did. I let her continue for a few seconds, enjoying the steamy sight of Taylor caressing her little body, but then I wanted my turn. Her hands were in my way, but that was easily remedied. I grabbed one of her wrists in each hand, not roughly, but a little more firmly than it felt like I should, then I moved her hands above her head and pinned them securely to the workbench with one hand. Taylor opened her eyes and glared at me for a moment, then looked up to where her hands were pinned, and pulled with her arms, testing my grip. Then she tried again, putting her body into the effort this time, but her hands still didn’t budge at all. I managed to keep myself from laughing at how little effort I needed to keep her hands in place, but I still couldn’t help a smile.

For a moment, I thought that she might keep struggling, but instead her resistance seemed to melt away with a whispered resignation, “God...so helpless.”

“Yes, you are,” I told her, punctuating my words with kisses as I moved down toward my targets. “Completely.” Kiss. “And utterly.” Kiss. “In my control.” Kiss. She moaned wordlessly.

I finally reached my destination, and traced up her breast with my tongue, leaving a short trail of saliva before I played gently with the small, hardened nipple in the center. I slid my free hand along her skin up toward her other breast, spreading my fingers and pressing firmly down on her stomach to reinforce the size difference between us. I switched to a soft touch as I reached the supple little globe, squeezing it delicately as I tried to avoid causing her any discomfort. It was a fine balance that I was trying to strike, and I enjoyed the challenge of it.

Two days ago, her breasts had been perfect handfuls, but now I could easily cover one with just my palm. In fact, I could probably cover both with one hand. I supposed that they weren’t really mounds anymore, they were more like...dollops, maybe. Her areolae had already been relatively small, and now they were about the size of dimes, maybe even a little smaller. In the center, her nipples were hardened into little nubs. Little nubs that demanded my attention.

I used my tongue to toy with one, twisting and twirling around it, then flicking it quickly with the tip, then bringing it into my mouth and gently sucking. At her current size, I couldn’t really suck on just the nipple, but from Taylor’s reactions, that didn’t seem to matter.

I had a little more trouble on the other side. My fingertips still could attend to her nipple well enough, but when I wanted to massage her breast more fully, I felt like my fingertips didn’t cover as much area as I wanted. I couldn’t use my full hand like I could before, and using my palm felt pretty awkward. I tried using the full length of my fingers, which contacted a satisfying amount of her skin, but didn’t have the dexterity that I wanted. Eventually, I settled on using the side of my forefinger with my thumb. I could bend my finger to knead her full breast pretty well, and the tip of my thumb could carefully rub, twist, or roll her tiny nipple with either the side or the tip of my finger.

I sucked more of her into my mouth, using my lips and my tongue to massage the squishy flesh. They weren’t handfuls anymore, but this one made a pretty good mouthful. Curious, I inhaled as much of her as I could, and felt a bolt of surprise when I engulfed her entire breast with my mouth. Taylor gasped sharply, and I looked up at her to see that her eyes were open now, and her attention was fixed on me. She tried to do something with her hands, but they were stuck firmly in place. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my chest as best she could, hooking around my side with her heels, and began to rub herself against me through her shirt.

I hadn’t planned to remain with Taylor’s breasts for more than a couple of minutes, but after seeing the way that my attentions were affecting her, I decided to stay a while longer. For at least another ten minutes, I fondled, sucked, and massaged them. I made sure to take each one as a mouthful regularly, since that seemed to get more of a reaction than anything else. Taylor managed to move her shirt out of the way, so that her little slit rubbed directly on my skin, leaving a trail of her fluids on my chest. I moved myself up, away from her, to try to prevent her from pleasuring herself, but it wasn’t effective, and she was able to lift her hips off the ground without any trouble. Eventually, I let her hands free, so that I could kiss her while I paid attention to both of her breasts, relishing each time that I made her moan in my mouth. But Taylor wasn’t able to focus on kissing for very long, and I moved back to her breasts as her moans increased in pitch.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum!”

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to watch Taylor’s little body in the throes of orgasm. On the other hand, if she wanted to feel powerless....

I dropped my body downward until Taylor was laying back on the workbench, then planted a hand on her stomach and pushed her off of me. Now that she wasn’t able to rub against me any longer, her hands immediately moved toward her pelvis. But I caught them before she could touch herself, and returned them to their rightful place, pinned above her head.

“What? What are you doing?” Taylor looked at me pleadingly.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet.”

“Wha--? But...pleeease, I need it! Please let me cum!” Her hips were rocking, yearning to make contact.

I shook my head. “You didn’t have permission, so now you have to wait longer.” I leaned down to suck softly on her breast once more, and she arched forward in response. But I wasn’t staying for long; instead, I started to kiss my way down her stomach.

I used one hand to grab the hem of her shirt behind her, then pulled it to the front to grab the other side, as well. Then I pulled the entire garment downward, sliding the shirt’s neck over her hips and down the short length of her legs, leaving her entirely exposed. She parted her legs instantly, revealing herself without the slightest pretense of modesty. But I wasn’t ready to let her have that attention yet; instead, I resumed my kissing and licking near her navel, slowly working my way downward again.

“Please,” Taylor begged, her words becoming less intelligible, interspersed with small whimpers and moans. “Just let me...so bad....”

I neared Taylor’s short strip of trimmed pubic hair, and her hip movements started to become a nuisance. I stood for a moment, bringing her hands down to her sides, and then pinned each one on top of a thigh, effectively locking both her arms and legs into place. I resumed my journey, starting on an inner thigh this time, steadily moving toward Taylor’s slit as she begged and pleaded for her release, increasing in pitch as I neared.

But instead of reaching my destination, I traveled around it instead, kissing and licking and nibbling all around. Her lips were only a couple of inches long, and already open, seductively inviting me inside. I neared her little valley with my mouth, stopping in the air an inch or two away, letting her feel my breath while I felt her radiated heat. Her hips rocked as much as she could, urgently trying to fulfill her need, knowing that I was so close.

I barely brushed up one of her lips with the tip of my tongue, making only the faintest contact. Taylor’s whimpering increased dramatically, and I thought for a moment that she might orgasm on the spot. I let her calm a bit, then repeated the motion, and her reaction this time was more of a moan than a whimper. Satisfied, I continued, increasing my contact on her slit ever so gradually, carefully trying not to send her over the edge just yet, and studiously avoiding her clit.

I had enjoyed teasing women a bit in the past, thinking that building the anticipation helped to make the payoff better in the end. But I’d never taken it this far, and I started to sympathize with Taylor. Each time it sounded like she might be nearing her climax, I pulled away, moving back to her thigh or her stomach for a while and prolonging her sweet agony.

I brought my hands together and held both her wrists in my left hand, on top of her stomach, freeing her legs. Then I enlisted my freed right hand in my torment of little Taylor, slowly circling and gently pressing on her entrance while I lightly licked up and down the length of her slit. Her little opening was hungry, continually trying to envelop my fingertip, but she wasn’t able to move her hips very far with my hands on her stomach, and I was careful to retreat each time she tried to increase the contact.

On maybe her seventh or eighth attempt, I didn’t retreat, allowing her to slide herself onto my fingertip. It was only about halfway to the first knuckle, but Taylor gasped raggedly, and I was ready to service her clit with my tongue if her climax hit. Taylor lifted her head to look at me, and managed to ask tensely, “Is that your finger?” before she lapsed back into moans and incomprehensible mumbling, of which I only understood the words “God” and “big.”

I started to slide my fingertip out of her, then slowly back in, just slightly deeper than before. I was impressed by her grip on my finger, and by the strength of her inner muscles as she tried to pull me inside. I worked my way in and out, carefully walking Taylor along the razor’s edge. Her feet had moved to my shoulders at some point, and I could feel that her toes were curling, and her legs were shaking. I started to feel like her orgasm was approaching, whether I tried to stop it or not. Fortunately, I already knew how I wanted to welcome it.

I slowly pulled out of her, leaving her empty for the moment as I repositioned my hand on her mound, just above her lips. I traced a curve with my tongue down to her entrance, teasing it for a short time before pressing the tip of it inside her. Taylor entire body tensed as she wailed erratically, and I knew that it was imminent. Her tunnel was tight and constricting, and I had to forcibly wriggle my way into her, every movement triggering a new overreaction from Taylor. The pitch of her incoherent voice moved into a register that I didn’t know she was capable of producing, and I knew that she had crossed the point of no return.

“Oh! Yes! Cumming!” I began to brush her clit lightly with my finger, trying to be careful since I wasn’t sure how sensitive it would be at the moment. Meanwhile, I continued to work her narrow little tunnel with my tongue, curling the tip toward her navel as I slid in and out, alternating between flexing and relaxing my muscle inside her. Her hips began to buck wildly, and her cries increased in volume to the point that they echoed loudly in the room. Her fluids rushed over my tongue, providing a new taste as her muscles tried to push me out, but I firmly held my ground.

After the primary torrent had rushed through her, I shifted to languid motions, slowly and smoothly extricating myself from Taylor. Her legs tried to close reflexively, and I kissed my way down her thigh as I allowed her to move into a fetal position, watching as her curled, petite body was wracked by waves of aftershocks. Slowly, the waves receded, leaving behind only a small, gibbering puddle that had once been a woman.

Eventually, Taylor began to recover, moving slowly and groggily, with her eyes still unfocused, like her brain was starting to congeal back into shape. I let her pull me toward her, and she rolled onto her back as she gave me a long, hard, passionate kiss. After a lengthy moment, she broke it, gasping for breath once again.

“I’ve never been edged like that before. That was incredible.” Then she paused, her chest still heaving, and looked as if she was reconsidering her words. “I mean...it was awful. But incredible.”

Edged? I should have known that there was a name for it.

Then she turned her attention toward her hips, reaching down with a hand, then bringing it back covered in fluid. Her butt was laying in a small pool that she had left on the hard surface.

“Oh, God....” Taylor giggled self-consciously. “Sorry, I didn’t think I could make that big of a mess.”

Then her snark returned, and she threw her shirt at my face. “Look at what you made me do!”

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Some time later, I lay on my back, with my legs hanging off the end of the workbench, and with Taylor laying on her side, in my arm, with her head leaned on my shoulder. Her leg was stretched across my stomach, and she caressed my chest with one hand, while I used mine to stroke her back, and occasionally fondle her firm little butt. I felt like I hadn’t given it quite enough attention yet.

It was Taylor that eventually broke the silence. “You make it sound like I deceived you or something. My ‘feminine wiles?’”

I had to think back for a moment to remember what she was referring to. “Yeah. You know, that female...trickery that you all use to get us poor guys to do what you want.”

“Female trickery?” She slapped my chest lightly. “Is that what happened?”

I nodded, grinning. “That’s exactly what happened. You knew I’d be defenseless against it. It’s unfair, really.”

“Unfair?” Taylor had started circling a finger through my sparse chest hair, but her eyes were still on me. Her voice turned childish. “Did the big, strong man get more than he bargained for with little ol’ me?”

“See? You understand,” I said, as if she had just confirmed what I was saying. “It’s bad enough when you’re normal size. But now, being this small makes you so much cuter, and...well, there’s just no chance.” I paused. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

Taylor didn’t respond immediately, laying silently instead, looking dreamily pleased with herself.

Then she said quietly, “There really isn’t anybody my size. It’s still hard to believe.”

“Well, there’s like, six-year-olds. And that actor who played Tyrion, Peter whatever....”

“Dinklage,” she said absently. She wasn’t responding to my teasing anymore, so I let it drop.

“You’re right though, it really is hard to believe. Even though you’re right in front of me, it still seems unreal.” I ran a pair of fingers through her hair in what was quickly becoming my favorite ritual. I still wasn’t used to the feel of the dense strands. “It reminds me a bit of when I went to the Grand Canyon. It’s like you’re looking at something so incredible that your brain can’t process it right.”

“You think it’s hard to process?” She laughed. “Try it from this side. I knew that everything would look too big, but actually experiencing it.... And there’s other stuff that I hadn’t expected, like the way my hair settles too fast after it moves. Every time I move my head, I notice it.”

I looked at her directly. “Do you want to go back?”

She shook her head. “I want to keep going, for sure. It’s just a little different than I thought.” She made eye contact again, and her smile grew a bit. “In some ways, it’s better.”

I chuckled, thinking of our deliciously imbalanced kisses. “In some ways, it’s amazing,” I said softly.

Taylor sighed contentedly, and we let the comfortable silence stretch out, each of us lost in our thoughts. It was a shame that when we did finally shrink Taylor to doll size, we wouldn’t be able to kiss anymore. And my fingers already felt like blunt instruments when she was half-size; that would be much more pronounced when she became, what? A third of her current size? It would be a totally different experience.

“There’s some dizziness.”

Taylor’s announcement interrupted my thoughts, and I started involuntarily. I tried to remember exactly what I had been thinking about, but it was suddenly gone, evaporated without a trace. I had thought about shrinking Taylor to doll size, then about where to put her dollhouse, then something else after that, but I couldn’t quite remember. After a moment, I gave up on trying to recover it, and turned my attention to Taylor instead.

“Dizziness?” What was she talking about?

She nodded. “Yeah. When I was shrinking, I felt dizzy.”

I stiffened as I suddenly realized that I had never checked Taylor’s vitals after shrinking her to half-size. I silently berated myself for my oversight; I typically prided myself on attention to detail, but now I’d let perhaps the single most important detail go neglected. Taylor did seem like she was physically okay, especially considering the...vigorous exercise that she’d just undergone, but if something had gone wrong, I might not have known until it was too late. I needed to be more careful, and not let myself get distracted so easily by sexy undersized women.

“What? Is that a problem?” Taylor’s voice was filled with concern after noticing my reaction.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” I said in a tone that I hoped was reassuring. “It’s just that I didn’t check you after the last reduction. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let it slip my mind like that.”

She visibly relaxed, then taunted, “Ugh, you’re so irresponsible. And here, I was thinking you were all smart....” Crap. She was going to hold this over my head, wasn’t she? I didn’t think for a second that she actually believed it was too risky. She just wanted an excuse to give me a hard time.

It was time for another tactic. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said, resigned to my incompetence. “I guess you can’t really trust me to shrink you any more. Oh well. I’m sure you’ll find someone who can handle it better.” I shrugged.

Taylor glowered at me, and reached up to plant a finger between my clavicles. “Don’t think you can shirk your responsibility that easy, mister. But you’ll definitely need...close supervision.”

“Is that so?” I asked amiably. “How close are we talking?”

Extremely close.” Taylor smiled disarmingly, and her eyes glittered as she climbed smoothly onto my body. The feel of her skin moving across mine was enough to make my blood run hot again.

“Hmm. And I suppose you’re just the person to...supervise me. Closely.”

“As a matter of fact....”

(to be continued)

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by MrWitness » Tue Jan 26, 2021 5:25 pm

Great story! And the title? I'm waiting for more!

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by i am insane » Tue Jan 26, 2021 10:13 pm

My guess is that growing back doesn't work... thus the 'small complication'. But, I guess we'll all see!
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Re: A Small Complication

Post by Bloodthirstybutcher » Wed Jan 27, 2021 12:13 am

This story hits all the right buttons in my brain.
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Re: A Small Complication

Post by slepytyme » Wed Feb 03, 2021 8:56 pm

Same here I love the imagery excellent

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by DiminutionMan » Sun Feb 14, 2021 10:31 pm

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

I’m not sure how long I spent, lost in Taylor’s kiss. It felt like it could have lasted for a few minutes, or for a week. I held her on top of me, exploring every millimeter of her little body with my fingers, and feeling her creamy smooth skin pressed gently into mine by her ridiculously small weight. I gave particular attention to her tight, trim ass, finally giving it the attention that it deserved, and her fine pubic fuzz rubbed on my stomach each time I kneaded her firm little cheeks. Taylor’s knees slightly alternated their pressure on my waist as she rocked her feet back and forth in the air, keeping time with my heartbeat. Her small, precise hands found their way to every nook of my upper body, and each exquisite movement, each delicate caress, every twist of her tongue, only made me want to stay lost even longer.

I felt like I could stay forever. But at some point, Taylor brought her feet down from the air, and they brushed against my jeans. Taylor broke away as she grunted, as if she had just remembered something important, and made eye contact with her lidded gaze. “We still need to get those off of you.” Then her mouth twisted as she smacked her lips. “But first, I need some water.”

I chuckled wryly. “After all the fluids you lost, I bet you do.”

I expected the typical Taylor-style retort. Instead, she asked demurely, “Could you get me a glass? Please?”

I was of two minds regarding her request. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate. But I wanted to see how Taylor handled a mundane task like this, at half her normal size. On the other hand, she did ask nicely, which seemed unusual for Taylor. I didn’t want to discourage that.

“Well, I kinda want to see you do it. But since you said ‘please,’ I’d be happy get it for you. You can bring the dollhouse in, instead.” That would have been entertaining, since I doubted that she could even get her arms around the dollhouse enough to lift it. I wouldn’t actually let her go outside in her current state, though, and I only felt comfortable saying it because I was sure that she wouldn’t try.

Taylor sighed dramatically. “Ugh. Fine, I’ll get the water.” She slid off of my body, and slowly lowered herself to the floor.

“No, I said I’d get it for you,” I said easily. “I’ll get you the car keys.”

She didn’t reply, and instead backhanded me on the thigh before turning her back with an annoyed expression. I followed her into the living room, and stood at the fake-granite counter that bordered the kitchen as I watched her. She paused at the border between the two rooms for a few seconds, surveying the situation. The counter was a few inches higher than Taylor’s height, so there was no way that she could reach the faucet unaided, let alone the cupboard.

She looked around behind her, then gave an appraising look at the bar stool next to me. Her gaze shifted between it and the dining room chairs a couple times, then she apparently decided that the chair was a better bet.

At first, she tried carrying one, and actually succeeded in lifting it off the ground, but it was evidently either too heavy or too awkward for her to sustain, and she let it drop again with a frustrated groan. Then she tried another strategy instead, grabbing one of the chair’s back legs and pulling it across the carpet toward her. She scooted back, sticking her little ass out behind her, and pulled it again, bumping her head on the seat back.

She looked at me, and saw my partially-contained amusement. She stood up straight, displaying that the seat back was a couple inches taller than she was, and faced me with an irritated expression. “What?”

I shook my head with a lopsided smile. “Nothing.” Then I pointed. “The glasses are in the first cupboard on the left.”

Taylor looked behind her, as if judging the precise direction that she needed to go, and resumed her labor. After another half-dozen scoots, she stopped for a break, and looked at me in annoyance.

“This would be so much easier for you.”

I forced down my smile, then tried to keep my tone neutral as I said, “Okay. I’ll get you the keys.”

“Ugh! Stop.” Then she dropped her voice, mumbling something about bull crap before turning back to her task. I watched, thoroughly entertained by the process. After a few more heaves, she had pulled the chair onto the linoleum kitchen floor, and the chair started to slide more easily. She walked around to the other side of it, and pushed it steadily across the kitchen, until it finally adjoined the counter.

She jumped onto the chair, laying her torso flat on its seat. Then she pulled up a knee next to her, and planted it on the cushion next to her body, using it to push herself the rest of the way up. I stared unabashedly, transfixed by her slim, nude body as she went through these athletic motions, and I made a mental note to set up more situations where Taylor would need to climb. She turned to the counter, and used the same maneuver to climb onto it, exclaiming quietly at the cold feel of it against her skin. Then, having conquered the kitchen counter, she looked around, surveying the room from her new viewpoint. The cupboard handles were just above her waist level, and her eyes were at about the same height as the buttons on the microwave, which hung above the range. The counter that she stood on was taller than Taylor herself, and she cautiously kept her distance from the edge.

She took a moment to glare at me silently, then turned and opened the cupboard door. Carefully using both hands, she reached for a straight-sided beer glass, its height roughly the same as the length of her forearm. Then she pulled it to her body, holding it in place with one hand as she used the other to turn it right-side-up.

“Since you’re there, can you get me one, too?” I chimed in. “Thanks.”

Taylor looked at me and huffed wordlessly, then set down the glass that she already held before reaching for another one. After placing the second one on the counter next to her, she closed the cupboard door, picked one up, and walked the short distance to the sink. She held it out partway over the basin, then drew it back, evidently realizing that she couldn’t turn on the water while she held the glass.

I thought that she might leave the water running, and try to hold the glass while it filled, but after a moment’s thought she instead climbed down into the sink, and set the glass on the bottom. Then she reached up, and pushed the faucet handle to turn on the flow. When the glass was about three-quarters full, she turned it back off, lifted the glass again, and placed it back onto the counter. I judged that she was using roughly the amount of effort that a normal person would use to lift a gallon of milk.

After repeating the process for the second glass, Taylor climbed back out of the sink, and moved both glasses to the edge of the counter. Then she used the chair to climb down, and reached up over her head to pick up a glass. She turned toward me and looked up, staring at me for a couple seconds as I watched her. Then, slowly and deliberately, she spit in the glass.

I couldn’t help a chuckle at her audacity. Her mood seemed to brighten, and she walked with a lighter step across the room to the opposite side of the counter that I stood at. I waited for her to reach over her head with the glass in her hands, about to place the it on the level surface, then I walked briskly across the kitchen in three steps, fetching the other glass instead.

“What? No!” Taylor raised her voice, then quieted as her mood shifted. “That’s … mine.”

“Thanks. You’re the best.” I walked back to where I had been standing, and, seeing her contorted expression, gave her a condescending pat on the head.

I immediately second-guessed the gesture -- that might have been a little overboard. Taylor looked morosely at the glass in her hands for a second, then across the room at the sink, and I imagined that she was deciding whether it was worth the effort to dump her glass and get a fresh one. Then, seemingly making up her mind, she lifted the glass toward her lips.

“No, wait.” I side-stepped toward her, and lifted the glass out of her hands. She reached for it with a cry, probably thinking that I was creating yet another obstacle for her. I walked quickly to the sink, emptied her glass, and filled it with fresh water. Then I set it on the counter, picked up Taylor over her protests, and set her down on a stool, in front of her glass. Her expression was still hard, with her eyes narrowed and lips drawn to a thin line.

I took a deep breath. Apparently I needed to get better at reading Taylor’s mood, because I had expected this whole situation to be more playful than it had turned out. I’d better try to smooth this over, and not let it fester. “Look,” I said gently, “I wasn’t trying to be mean -- I thought you’d have more fun with it. I just wanted to see how you dealt with things at your size. But … that pat on the head felt kinda shitty. Sorry.”

Taylor was busy emptying her glass. By the time I finished speaking, she had drank nearly a third of her water, which at her size had to be like drinking at least a quart. Then she paused, seeming to let herself recover for a moment before she looked at me.

“Well … it was kinda shitty. So, apology accepted, I guess.“

She was quiet for a long moment, then sighed. “I think I normally would have had fun with it. But, I don’t know … I was really thirsty. Like, the thirsty version of ‘hangry,’ whatever you’d call that.” She climbed onto the counter and turned around, sitting with her feet dangled over the edge, watching them rock back and forth in the air. Her voice quieted, taking on a hurt tone. “I just wanted to have some water, and … get back to the fun. But you had to go and make a big ordeal out of it.”

“Aww.” I stepped over and turned to face Taylor, reaching for her with both arms. She set her glass down in surprise and held up a hand between us. “No. No hug.” I ignored her refusal, judging that it most likely wasn’t actually genuine, and pulled her off the counter as I took her in my arms. She continued her half-hearted protests, but I swore that I could feel the tension leave her little body as I held her pressed against me. “Stop! I’m trying to be mad at you right now.” Then she sighed quietly and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Damn it, why are hugs so good?”

“So that dumbasses like me can make up for our mistakes.” I stroked a finger up her bare spine, then reached up to run my fingers through her hair.

“Don’t think it’ll be that easy.” Taylor’s voice sounded like she might be smiling, so I wasn’t too concerned about it. Then I felt her start as if she’d just remembered something, and she leaned away, so that she could look at me with a wide grin. “I know how you can make up for it.”

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“This is … not what I expected you to ask for.”

Taylor scoffed. “Well, I don’t think there’s a better use for strong hands than this.”

“I’m pretty sure I could think of a few.”

“Mmm. Press harder.”

“Seriously?” I already felt like I was pressing too hard.

“Yes. Harder. Ooh, that’s it.” Taylor shuddered, tilting her head back as her neck sunk into her shoulders, and I saw goosebumps appear on her arms.

I hadn’t even known that scalp massages were a thing. Even if I had known, I never would have guessed that Taylor would ask for this. My right hand was buried in her hair, fingertips rubbing slowly and firmly on her head, and I pressed with so much force that I felt like I might crush her skull. I didn’t understand how this could possibly feel good for Taylor, but her reaction was clear. She sat on a bar stool with her back to me, and she suddenly seemed so unsteady that I was worried about her falling off.

“Try to use the tips of your fingers more. Oh, God yeah.” Taylor exhaled in a quiet, tremulous sigh that was probably the closest to a purr that she could produce. Over the next minute or two, as I thoroughly massaged her half-sized crown, I started to wonder -- only partly in jest -- whether she enjoyed this even more than sex. Fortunately, her mood seemed markedly buoyed by my efforts, and I was no longer concerned about her being annoyed at me. Indeed, after a time, I noticed the telltale scent of her arousal, and smiled to myself as I anticipated what would come next.

She suddenly turned around in her seat, snarling my fingers in her already-tangled hair, and I extracted them carefully. I gingerly ran my fingers through, trying to straighten out some of the tangles.

Taylor peered up at me lustfully, ignoring my efforts entirely, and pulled on my waistband with a small hand as she scooted to the edge of her stool. “Now, where were we?” She started to caress my stomach with the palm of her other hand, and I felt a surge of energy at her delicate touch. I let her pull me into her, and she spread her knees to let me approach, causing my pulse to quicken as she exposed her diminutive self.

“I’m not sure,” I teased. “I think you wanted something about pants.”

“Hmm. I still want something about pants,” she replied lightly, as she reached for the button with both hands. It took more effort than she expected, and I felt her tugging on my jeans as she tried three times to undo the fastener. “Stupid pants anyway,” she muttered under her breath. Then, her obstacle surmounted, she quickly pulled down the zipper and worked her hands back and forth in my waistband, pressing her forehead into my stomach as she used the little leverage that she had to pull my jeans down to mid-thigh.

Taylor scooted backward a bit, peeling her face from my skin to look down at the bulge in my boxers, and her entire little face lit up like she had just discovered something miraculous. She leaned in close, pressing the cloth into an outline of my manhood with her small fingers, her eyes wide as if she was awestruck, comparing my size momentarily to a slender arm. If she wanted to make me feel good about my masculinity, she was doing a phenomenal job of it.

She brought her head closer, and began to kiss the fabric gently up and down my length, causing my blood to surge toward her in response, and I gathered her mussed hair in one hand to keep it from falling into her face. I felt myself start to swell in her dainty hands, and my anticipation was ratcheted upwards by every single one of her tiny machinations. Holding me in place with one hand, she used the other to slowly stroke and squeeze me, alternating between my member and my scrotum as she scraped her teeth along my length through the cloth. By this time, I was almost fully erect, straining both against the confining fabric and against Taylor’s grip that held me pinned against my thigh. She seemed to sense my plight, tugging gently at my underwear, and my cock immediately sprang forward into the slack that she had created. There wasn’t enough room for me to extend fully, so I pointed at an awkward angle, and Taylor shifted position to cup her hands around my shaft, leaning down to bring my very tip into her waiting mouth.

I ached to remove the barrier between us, to directly feel her delicate hands and her gentle tongue on my flesh. It was only through a supreme effort of will that I restrained myself from taking control, instead allowing Taylor to slowly and sensually drive me insane with desire. The cloth around my tip became wet, darkened by a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum, and she spent most of her effort there, seemingly determined to coax out as much fluid as possible.

After an eternal, insufferable wait, Taylor finally pulled the waistband toward her, rolling it downward to finally liberate me from my cloth prison. Freed from restraint, my member leaped forward, lightly smacking Taylor in the process, and she giggled as she reflexively brought a hand to her mouth in jubilant embarrassment. She looked up for a moment out of the corner of one eye, showing me half of her brilliant smile before exuberantly announcing, “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

Then Taylor looked back down and lowered her voice conspiratorially, talking to my penis directly like it was an accomplice. “You and me are going to have so much fun together!” I slowly shifted my stance, trying to gradually work myself free of my remaining clothing without disturbing Taylor’s focus. She cupped her little fingers around my shaft near the head, approaching slowly and smoothly, like she was afraid that she might startle it. One of her forefingers nestled perfectly for a moment against the lip of my head, precisely fitting the small crevice as no full-sized finger ever could. She seemed to know instinctively how to use her reduced size to her advantage, gently stroking with her tiny fingers, and stoking my ardor with their impossible subtlety. I twitched involuntarily as she took a small area of my head into her mouth, brushing the skin ethereally with her tongue, as if it were more a suggestion than an actual, physical presence.

Taylor sensed my dwindling resolve, and her eyes met mine once more, with a carnal glint this time. “You can’t finish yet,” she scolded with a devilish grin. “You need to give me all of it later, when I’m even smaller!” Of course, the idea of her wanting my emission to be even more, only inflamed my roiling insides even further, and I struggled to keep myself under control. I wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- allow myself end this rapturous indulgence so soon. Before I could reply, Taylor had returned to her mission, twirling her tongue languidly around my head as she smoothly stroked with both hands in unison. I shivered with my effort, and futilely tried to think unsexy thoughts, but Taylor’s touch effortlessly overwhelmed everything else in my mind.

Without warning, Taylor attempted to engulf my head with her mouth, her stretched lips pressing tightly against my adamantine flesh. She only succeeded in taking about two-thirds of the head, but that was more than enough to bring me to the brink of eruption, and the thought of overflowing her mouth with my fluids only dissolved my restraint even further. I leaned forward, placing an elbow on the counter behind Taylor to prop myself up as I strained, swimming desperately against the tide.

“C’mon, where’s your self-control?” Taylor taunted from below.

Exasperation suddenly welled up within me. After the mythic effort I’d just expended, I wasn’t about to endure ridicule from this little succubus. I took a moment to compose myself and let the tremors pass, then lifted her into the air, pulling her away from her prize.

“Hey!” Taylor exclaimed, reaching for it in dismay. “I was using that!”

I raised her to my eye level, and fixed her with a stern glare. She seemed to realize that she might have stepped over a line, and began to verbally backpedal.

“Wait. I was just teasing! I didn’t mean any-- augh!” She cut off with a grunt as I pushed her firmly against the refrigerator door, her eyes still level with mine and toes dangling three feet above the floor. I stepped back, holding her against the vertical surface with one hand at arm’s length. Taylor looked down at my hand, testing my grip with her fingers, then gave up and met my eyes, raising her hands in a gesture of compliance with a nervous, appeasing smile.

“I -- Look, I was just giving you a hard time. Any other guy I’ve been with would’ve --” she cut herself off as she decided to abandon that line of defense, and I replied only with a slight narrowing of my eyes. Taylor stayed quiet this time, perhaps not trusting her words to salvage the situation. I let her stew in her apprehensive silence for a few seconds, then began to trace up the side of her leg with a finger.

“You want to talk about self-control?” I asked ominously. “Let’s see how long you last.” I moved in close, until my eyes were mere inches from Taylor’s, then slowly lifted her higher, bringing her hips to my eye level, intent on my own prize now. I used my free hand to hold her svelte waist, angled slightly toward me, and her pungent musk filled my nostrils. She was more than ready for this.

Taylor’s complaint was barely audible: “Oh, that’s not fair.”

“No,” I replied simply. “It isn’t.”

(to be continued….)

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by DiminutionMan » Fri Apr 02, 2021 5:18 pm

Nov 18, 2020 (Day 1, cont.)

I couldn’t help feeling a little smug. “You know, I had thought that I might be able to call you ‘Two-Minute Taylor’ after I had my way with you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Taylor gave me a suffering scowl from her perch on my stomach.

“But I think your way might be better. ‘Twenty-Second Taylor’ rolls off the tongue pretty well.” I grinned, enjoying the reversal after her previous taunting.

“Okay, I get it. You’re proud of yourself.”

“Come on, stop grousing.” I lifted my hips off the ground, using a knee to help push her weight forward with the movement, and caught her as she fell into me.

“Grousing? I don’t grouse!” she protested, trying to push herself back upright against my embrace. “Who even says ‘grousing,’ anyway?”

“Really? This, from the girl who says ‘shirk your responsibility?’”

“Let’s go again. I bet you won’t last twenty seconds this time.” She managed to slide herself down my body a bit, and I felt her body press on the tip of my half-deflated member, which stirred to life at the touch.

“Didn’t the whole thing start because you wanted me to save it? I’m about to have the world’s worst case of blue balls, and I don’t think you properly appreciate the sacrifice I’m making.”

She started to push herself upright again, and I didn’t resist this time. “Your sacrifice?” she asked incredulously. “Oh, no, poor man gets to literally cover me in his cum,” she said with dripping sarcastic emphasis. “How awful!”

I sighed melodramatically. “No appreciation ….” I let my smile peek out; I’d never seen the appeal of leaving my mess on a woman, but Taylor’s enthusiasm for it was infectious. She didn’t respond, just holding me with a saucy stare. In the silence, I became acutely aware of the way her little butt rested on top of my lower head, from the way that she’d sat upright after having scooted backward. Against my will, I began to stiffen again, increasing the pressure between us.

Taylor, well aware of my predicament, slid herself back farther, leaving a thin trail of fluid on my length, cooling my skin as it quickly evaporated. She flashed a devious smile before looking down, then her expression quickly changed. “God, I can’t get over the size of it.” Her voice dropped into a near-whisper. “And soon, it’ll be even bigger. As big as me.” She shivered briefly, then began rocking her hips in earnest, leaning forward to grind her minuscule clit into my shaft.

I reached to grip her butt with my hands, pressing her down harder than her weight could press alone, and guided her hips in long strokes as she rocked them with increasing fervor. Taylor’s skin began to flush, and small moans started to escape from her open mouth. In the increasingly chaotic motions, at some point she slipped forward off of my cock, leaving her slit spread around my head.

She giggled, wagging a finger at me. “You can’t go in there, it couldn’t fit!”

“Oh, I could make it fit,” I assured her.

Taylor froze in place, looking at me with wide, anxious eyes.

Seeing her expression, I hurried to reassure her. “I’m kidding, jeez! I wouldn’t try something like that unless you wanted me to.”

She relaxed a bit, slowly resuming her oscillating motions. “Good. It would never fit.” She eyed me warily. “I mean it. Don’t even think about it, because that thing would break me in half!”

“All right, you know what?” I laughed, using a hand on Taylor’s back to push her down, then held her against my abdomen as I rolled over on top of her, using a little bit of my weight to push her down into the carpet.

“Mmph! What are you doing?” Taylor’s protest was slightly muffled against my chest. I propped myself on my elbows, lifting my weight off of Taylor, and she began to scoot upward. I placed a hand on top of her head, preventing her escape.

“Whatever I want. Because there’s nothing you can do about it.” I used a hand to rub my hardness into Taylor’s lips to emphasize the point, and she arched upward into me in response.

“What? No, I -- You’re too big! It’ll rip me apart!” She actually sounded pretty worried, but I was reassured by the fact that her hand had migrated to her clit, and began rapidly working on herself. I slid my cock through the small length of her slit, pushing her hand out of the way with my head before shaking it on her little button. Taylor bit a knuckle as she moaned in response.

“Can I cum now? I’m so close. Already!” I’d forgotten that earlier, I had told her that she needed permission, but Taylor had remembered.

“Not yet, my little doll. Soon.”

My words seemed to excite her even further. “I’ll be a good little doll, Boss Man.” Taylor looked up at me with timid iridescent eyes, craning her neck to make eye contact. I slid my glans up and down her hot little crevice a few more times, then maneuvered to her narrow little entrance, teasing it with a slight pressure before sliding back upward. She gasped raggedly, losing focus for a moment.

“I’ll be the best doll ever! Just please let me cum, Boss Man!” her voice had an added tinge of desperation.

I wasn’t trying to tease her this time. “You can cum now, little doll. You did well.”

Her orgasm hit before I even finished giving permission, intensely wracking her little body. Like her climax on the refrigerator, it didn’t overwhelm her to the extent that her first one had, but it was an acutely erotic sight nonetheless. I was glad that she was on such a hair-trigger right now, because I couldn’t have held back for much longer, either.

During the couple seconds that it took her to recover, I moved myself downward, occupying myself with nibbling her collarbone until she was ready for a kiss. I felt her cool, diminutive hands on my cheeks, and raised my head up to look at her, basking momentarily in her relaxed smile. Then we shared a luxurious kiss before I slowly broke it.

“What do you think? Is it time to really make you a doll?”

I hadn’t thought it possible, but Taylor’s eyes grew even brighter.

****************************************************

“How tall is a Barbie doll, anyway?” I asked idly as I carried Taylor’s dollhouse into the garage, more to fill the silence than anything.

“11½ inches,” Taylor replied automatically. I should have expected that she’d know off the top of her head. I placed the house on the workbench, next to the control console, taking a moment to make sure that it wasn’t crooked before I pulled out my phone.

“Okay,” I said. “11 inches.” I plugged the numbers into the calculator on my phone.

“No, I said --” Taylor began, then stopped as she realized I hadn’t misheard. “You want me to be shorter than her.”

I only grinned in response, and she seemed … content, perhaps even happy with it. I reached for Taylor’s dial, and turned it to “17.20,” which would make her just barely over 11 inches tall. I had taken her measurements and vitals a few minutes earlier, and confirmed her current height at 2'8", meaning that she would shrink to just barely over one-third of her current height.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

Taylor took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously. “Oh, wait!” She hurried to the set of drawers that were under the workbench, and started rummaging through the top one.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my tone a little harsh. Did she really just start going through my stuff?

Taylor didn’t reply, closing the top drawer and moving on to the second one. “Aha!” she exclaimed proudly, pulling out a foot-long wooden ruler. She held it with her fingers at each end, flexing it with her thumbs. “Perfect!”

She handed the ruler to me, and I looked at her in confusion. “… How small are you planning to go?”

“That’s not what it’s for,” she said with an impish smile. Upon seeing my blank look, she added vaguely, “You’ll know when the time comes.”

Whatever. I shook my head briefly at her cryptic remarks. “Anything else? Need to use the bathroom?”

“No, I don’t need to. But ….” she trailed off, seeming suddenly embarrassed, and appearing to shrink slightly on her own. I watched Taylor quietly, allowing her to take her time. After a long moment, she looked up, her eyes large. “… would you hold me? Like last time?”

I smiled gently. Even if I hadn’t wanted to, her expression could have melted stone. “Of course I would.” I had re-dressed when I went outside to bring in her dollhouse, so I took a moment to remove my shirt, thinking that the intimate contact would feel more comforting to Taylor. Then I knelt down and lifted her, cradled in both arms. She nuzzled her cheek into my shoulder as she wrapped a silky arm around my tricep.

“Do you want to press it?” I asked.

She looked up, hopelessly adorable in her snug little hammock. I could only imagine how endearing she would look a minute from now.

“I’m good here. You do it.”

“All right. Here it goes.” I slapped the button loudly, and turned my full attention to Taylor. Once again, it was instantly noticeable; I knew that she wasn’t going to lose quite as many inches this time, but it still seemed to happen faster than before. I focused on Taylor’s face, mesmerized as her features dwindled while I watched, and her head moved steadily downward from my shoulder, leaving her hair trailing behind. On the other side, her feet traveled just as quickly, but the most palpable change was in her weight. She had weighed just over 15 pounds a few seconds ago, but now, with the transition less than halfway complete, she couldn’t weigh more than five pounds. As her feet moved across my body, I no longer needed my second arm to hold Taylor, so out of curiosity, I placed my fingers on her stomach, feeling her skin move peculiarly inwards.

Taylor was looking rapidly, almost frantically, at her surroundings. As I moved my hand, Taylor gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, and I wasn’t sure whether I had startled her, or the transition was simply overwhelming her. She seemed to nestle even deeper into my arm as her reduction continued, and although I knew that I had programmed the device to shrink linearly, it felt as if Taylor’s transformation was accelerating. Soon, her stomach was too small for my fingertips, and I enclosed her torso with my hand instead, enthralled by her rapid metamorphosis.

When it was finished, she felt so slight and fragile in my arm. She had to be under a single pound now, and her legs seemed even thinner than my fingers. Some deep, visceral part of me was unable to accept that this tiny creature was actually the same person that I had been holding just moments ago. She’d crossed some sort of threshold, and my mind tried to interpret her more like a work of art, as if she was an impossibly intricate sculpture somehow brought to life.

Taylor’s eyes opened slowly, then she lifted her head up, holding her hands before her as she looked at her immediate surroundings. She ran a hand along the skin of my arm, then twisted a couple hairs, seemingly avoiding looking up at my face. I gingerly extended a finger towards her, and Taylor gasped inaudibly as she reached out to clasp my fingertip, her tiny hand barely reaching halfway around the digit. She tested it with both hands, running her fingers over my skin and fingernail, and I wondered at her delicate, ephemeral touch.

I watched her eyes slowly travel up my arm, to my shoulder, and finally to my face. Even with the gradual exposure, I still felt her stiffen slightly as she met my eyes. I smiled as warmly as I could, hoping to reassure her.

“You have no idea just how adorable you are now,” I said softly, meaning every word. “Perfect little doll.”

Taylor beamed at my words, and a blush spread to her cheeks. I let her stay in her little nest for another minute or so, letting her ease herself into her new world, before I asked, “Are you ready to look around?” She nodded, and I slid a hand under her back, cupping her body in my hand like a chair. I took a step toward the workbench.

“No, the --” she started, her voice so quiet that I could barely hear, then she tried again, more loudly. “No, the floor first. Please.” Her voice again had a noticeably higher pitch than before.

I stopped, then knelt, carefully placing her on the floor. I remained kneeling, both because standing had seemed to startle her last time, and so that I would be close enough to see her minuscule expressions and reactions. Taylor looked around, gawking at the wide open space around us, her neck craned upward and arms extended out to her sides.

“It’s huge! It feels like a gymnasium in here.” Then she looked down at herself, holding a hand with fingers splayed outward. “And I’m so … little!”

Taylor turned to focus on the nearby chair, then walked the two feet or so toward its nearest leg, reaching up with an arm as she approached, and was barely able to brush her fingers on the bottom of the chair’s seat. She walked to the front of the chair, then jumped up, reaching once more. She jumped significantly higher than I had expected, exclaiming with a startled “Whoa!” Apparently, she hadn’t expected that, either. After a moment’s thought, I supposed that it made sense, since her strength wouldn’t scale downward as quickly as her weight. Taylor jumped a few more times, giggling as she tested out her newfound springiness.

I chuckled, then started to sing a little snippet, wondering if she would know the words. “The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is ….”

“… that I’m the only one!” she finished joyfully, nearly yelling out the words. We grinned at each other for a moment, then she exclaimed with an “Ooh!” and turned to skip toward the adjacent wall, where the ruler and scale were. I stood, then followed, looking down at the scale’s display as she jumped onto it. “0.6 pounds? Oh my God, I’m so tiny! That’s … well …” she thought for a second, “less than a hundredth of my weight.”

I thought for a moment. “Probably closer to one two-hundredth. Hang on, I have a better scale.” I walked quickly to the drawers, and pulled a small scale from the top one, making sure that it was set to “ounces” before I placed it on the floor near Taylor.

She stepped onto it, watching the display. “10.1? What?” Then, before I could explain, “Oh, that’s ounces.” She looked up. “How many ounces am I normally?”

“Around two thousand,” I estimated after a moment, pulling out my phone to run the numbers. “1980, basically.”

Taylor looked off into the near distance. “So you’re right, two hundred times what I am now.” She shivered visibly, and I tested the air for the scent of her arousal, but it may have just been too faint at her size.

Then she visibly composed herself. “Okay, I want to see the dollhouse now.”

“In a minute. I’m not going to forget your vitals this time.”

Taylor groaned. Even at her size, it was loud enough to sound exaggerated.

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” I said. “What kind of supervisor are you, anyway?”

“I did my supervising,” she retorted. “I worked hard at supervising you. Now I’m on break.”

****************************************************

“Where the hell did you find this? Did you make it yourself?” Taylor asked, looking at the blood pressure cuff that was wrapped around her tiny, slender arm.

“It’s designed for rats,” I replied. “It’s a tail cuff.”

“Oh.” She seemed a little disappointed in my explanation. “I guess it makes sense that they’d make them for lab rats.”

I made a note of the readings, then carefully removed the loop from Taylor’s arm, satisfied with what I’d seen. “Okay, that’s the last of them.”

“Finally! I swear that you’ve just been trying to delay this!” She stood up from the wadded-up shirt that she’d been reclining in, and started walking quickly toward her dollhouse.

“Actually, there’s one more thing first.”

“Oh, give me a break! You can’t be serious.” I could hear the aggravation in her little voice.

“No, I’m not. Just giving you a hard time.” I grinned, and she turned away with a groan, making a shooing gesture at me as she resumed walking. She stopped squarely in front of the miniature house, appraising it for a while from her new viewpoint, and presenting me with the best view in the house. Then she opened the front door and ducked inside, and I opened the roof so that I could see what she was doing. Taylor stopped just inside the doorway, looking around at the walls and furniture inside.

“This is crazy!” She looked up, seeing that I was watching. “The open roof is kinda weird. But I love this toy furniture!” She picked up a plastic chair, hefting it in her hands. I looked around for a moment, then picked up a Barbie from another room, and stood it next to Taylor.

“Whoa ….” she said wonderingly, looking the doll up and down. Taylor’s height was at roughly Barbie’s eye level. She reached out with a hand, feeling a plastic arm, then tested rotating it up and down before leaving the arm reaching upward over their heads. Then she rotated the other arm up, and started working at the doll’s yellow sundress.

“This is my favorite dress. It’s the one I want to try first.” I watched with amusement as Taylor struggled to remove the dress from her plaything. In the end, she laid the doll on the floor and stepped on her chest to hold her in position while dragging the dress up over her head. While Taylor busied herself with turning the dress right-side-out, I took a moment to stand the doll back up on her feet. Then I pinched the little garment with a finger and thumb, and pulled it gently away from Taylor, but she tightened her grip, sliding a little across the floor as I pulled.

“Hey!”

“Well, do you want the real doll experience, or not?” To show her what I meant, I moved my finger and thumb under Taylor’s armpits, then pushed her arms upward, so that she reached above her head.

“Ohh,” she said in realization, and became pliable in my hand.

“Hang on, it’s a bit awkward with you in there.” I tightened my grasp slightly, and lifted her slowly from the house. She looked down worriedly as I moved her from inside to outside.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I set her down gently on the wooden surface, her hands still in the air. I let her go, and Taylor’s arms dropped back to her sides while I used my other hand to bring out Barbie; it was surreal to see the two of them side-by-side. “Now, time for dress-up?”

“Yes!” she said excitedly, launching her arms back into the air, the dress flapping in her hand as she did. “Please, dress your little doll!”

“Okay.” I smiled at her eager reaction, and plucked the yellow garment from her hand, rearranging the fabric so that it was essentially a ring with a gaping hole. Then I began to lower it over Taylor’s arms, carefully threading her hands through the miniature arm holes. I let the cloth drop, so that the skirt of it hung down around her, and slowly pulled it downward. As its waist reached Taylor’s shoulders, the cloth became snug, and didn’t want to travel any farther. I pulled it up a little before trying again, but to no avail.

“Let me try!” she yelled, slightly muffled. Ceding control, I pulled the dress partway off, letting Taylor have some more room before I released it. She worked the little garment around several times, but had no more success than I did, and became noticeably more agitated with her last two attempts. Finally, she removed the dress completely, then threw it to the ground with a frustrated motion.

“It’s too small! That’s my favorite one, too ….” she said crossly as she folded her arms, dissatisfaction etched across her little face. I could see her eyes glisten wetly, reflecting her dashed hopes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said gently, hoping to cheer her a little. “I’m sure there’s others that will fit. Maybe some with stretchier fabric?”

She nodded sullenly. “Yeah, probably. But I really wanted that one. And if it doesn’t fit, then most of the others won’t, either.” She stalked angrily to her new plastic roommate, and shoved her roughly to the ground. “Why are you so scrawny?!” Taylor seemed to become only more irate when Barbie’s frozen smile didn’t disappear, growling as she clenched her tiny hands into fists.

“Whoa, hey,” I said placatingly, hooking a finger around Taylor’s waist. “We’ll figure something out. Maybe we could alter them or something.” She turned to look at me, and shook her head. “Okay, then … it’s not like you have to be this exact size. If they don’t fit ….”

Taylor looked up, her wet eyes alight. “Yeah, that might work! I could just be whatever size makes the waist fit.” She thought for a moment. “None of the pants would fit right, and maybe some long dresses, but that might be okay.” She picked the dress back up, flattening it and looking down as she held it against her own waist. “It’s pretty small. I probably need to lose like, four inches.” She paused. “Well, I mean, four inches from my normal waist. You know what I mean.”

“We could try making you ten inches tall? That would be about 10% smaller.”

Taylor thought for a second. “I don’t think that’s enough. Let’s try nine and a half.”

“Okay, it’s up to you. Do you want to do it right now?” She nodded, and after a moment’s calculation, I turned the dial to “14.80,” then pressed the button. The change was still noticeable while it was happening, but at her size, it was harder for me to see it than before. When it was over, though, she was obviously shorter than her toy doll. Barbie was still lying prone on the workbench surface, but I guessed that Taylor would be about shoulder height to her now.

Taylor pulled the sundress over her head, trying once more. After some finessing, she managed to cinch it over her body this time. She looked down at her stomach, running her hands on the snug fabric, then looked back at me.

“I can wear it, but it’s super tight! I think I should go just a little bit smaller. Nine inches?”

“Okay.” I repeated the shrinking process, turning the dial to “14.00” this time. Taylor tugged slightly at the cloth with her hands as it slowly slackened around her.

“All right, it’s done,” I told her once the indicator light blinked off.

Taylor twisted her hips, then bent forward and backward, testing the fit of her dress. The hem was significantly lower on Taylor than it had been on Barbie, but she seemed satisfied anyway. The chest was a little loose as well, but not as much as I had expected. Overall, in my opinion, it looked much better on Taylor than it ever could have on Barbie. “Yeah, this works,” she cheered happily.

“I’ll say it works,” I said in appreciation. “You’re the cutest little thing ever.” Taylor looked away as her skin started to redden, and I grinned as I decided to pile it on. “It’s so adorable when you blush like that.”

“Oh my God, stop!” she complained. She looked at a flushed shoulder. “Look what you’re doing to me!”

“That’s why I’m doing it. You’re like a little tomato!”

“God! You suck!” She sat down with a harrumph, burying her face in her hands.

“Look at those tiny red ears! They’re so cute.” I used a fingertip to hook behind one and push it out from her head a little. She leaned away, heatedly slapping at my finger with one hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” I said soothingly. “How about giving it a twirl?” I asked, twisting a finger through the air. Taylor stood back up with a little smile, then spun awkwardly in place. Then, dissatisfied, she tried again, looking much more graceful this time as the dress flared out endearingly. We grinned at each other sincerely for a few moments.

“Let’s find another one.” I reached into the dollhouse and pulled out the substantial pile of doll clothes from inside, then began sorting through them. “Jeez, how many outfits do you have?”

Taylor looked a little embarrassed. “Well … like, thirty or so. There used to be more, but I gave away the ones I didn’t like.”

“You have a mermaid tail? Oh, you have to try this one.”

“What? Oh God, no!”

I smirked at her reaction. “Well, maybe we’ll just save that for when you’re a bad little doll.”

Taylor approached the mermaid costume where I had set it down, then knelt down and slowly ran a hand along its length, drawn away by some distant memory. After a quiet moment, she said softly, “Ariel was my favorite princess when I was a girl.”

I leaned forward so that I could hear, laying my hands flat on the workbench and resting my chin on top of them. “Why is that?” I didn’t want to wreck a rare moment, so I resisted the urge to make a crack about always having perfect hair in the water.

“The other princesses all needed some guy to save them. But not Ariel. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it herself. She was so determined. I … admired that.”

Of course -- it seemed so obvious now that she’d told me. “I should have known, since you have the same sort of spirit.” She looked up with a warm smile, and I reached with a finger to lightly brush an exposed shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. Then, gesturing around her, she added, “For everything. For making dreams come true.”

I felt my own face flush at this, something that I hadn’t felt in years. Her words were a little sappy, but so heartfelt that it didn’t matter. But the way that she was looking at me, with … admiration? … was starting to make me feel self-conscious.

What I wanted in that moment was to embrace Taylor, and repay her words by drowning her in affection. Instead, coward that I was, I changed the subject. “Was there another outfit that you had in mind?”

“Actually, yeah. There’s one in this mess somewhere that’s … slinkier. I wanted to see if it’ll fit.”

I didn’t argue -- something slinky sounded just perfect to me.

****************************************************

Taylor was ridiculously cute in her little cowgirl outfit.

She wore a puffy red long-sleeved shirt, with sleeves that were too long for her, but looked just fine rolled-up. On top of the shirt, she was wearing a brown vest with a little yellow star badge. The jeans that belonged with this outfit were too long for Taylor to wear, but she had a denim skirt that looked even better, in my opinion. She’d discarded the matching boots almost immediately -- they were a bit loose, but the real problem was that they were so stiff that she could hardly walk. Taylor had refused to give up on the cowboy hat, though, even though it was loose on her head. I loved the way that the hat kept tilting forward to cover her face, and she was forced to push it back each time so that she could see.

She had been trying on different outfits for nearly an hour now, occasionally adopting the mannerisms or accent of a person who would wear it and playfully acting out some contrived scenario. It seemed like she had a fair amount of practice, because she was surprisingly good at some of them.

“You need a six-shooter to go with all that,” I told her.

“Naw,” she replied, in a passable Southern drawl. “A real cowgirl can get by with just her wits and her trusty steed.” She gave me a meaningful smirk.

I recognized her phrasing from our encounter the other night, and I chuckled as the realization hit me. “Ah. So that’s why you wanted to save this one for last.”

“It is.” She nodded, her face slightly flushed, but her tone was unchanged. “Now, Mister Big Man, if you would permit me?” She motioned me upwards, and I obliged, standing close to the workbench so that she could have access to her “steed.” After all, how could I refuse such a charming little request?

Taylor reached for the button eagerly, wearing a grin that seemed too big for her tiny face. She turned her body sideways, so that she could pull one layer of fabric directly toward her, while pushing the other directly away. As she sidestepped into me, the rim of her broad hat pushed against my stomach, pushing it from her head as she focused on undoing the button. She gave it a commendable effort, grunting with the strain, working at it for a solid minute before finally giving up and backing away.

“Hmph. Looks like this situation is more than one person can take on.” She pointed at me. “I’m gonna need to deputize you.”

Her playacting was so endearing, I decided to join in. “Well now, little miss, what seems to be the problem here?” I cringed inwardly as I said the words; if this was going to become a regular thing, I’d need to practice so that my accent wasn’t so atrocious.

“Well, sir, it’s my steed. He’s been … trapped, and well, his bonds are too sturdy for me to break on my own.”

“Oh, that’s a terrible shame, miss. I reckon I could help you out a mite.” I reached down and undid the button for her.

“Appreciate the help, sir, and I won’t soon forget it. I have no coin to spare, but I could repay you with … hospitality.”

Taylor pulled the denim layers apart and started working at the zipper. It was still a challenge for her, but she made steady progress this time. I watched quietly, both amused and enthralled by the way that she now struggled with mundane everyday things. Eventually, she managed to fully open the zipper, and she spread the fabric apart, then began to tug at the waistband of my boxers. But after a couple of tries, she quickly determined that she wouldn’t be able to move the waistband down like she had wanted.

Taylor paused for a few seconds, seeming to consider her options, then pulled my waistband slightly away from my stomach and slid a leg inside.

“Wait. Are you gonna --” Before I could finish the thought, Taylor had impressively slithered her full body through the waistband. The sensations were a bit disconcerting at first, as I felt her slide downward, hooking diminutive limbs around my member, and I tried to determine which way she had oriented herself. Her small weight settled briefly at the bottom of my boxers, before she quickly used her limbs near my base to pull herself up. I felt two tiny sensations moving up my shaft -- those must have been her hands -- before they pulled me sideways, bringing me into increased contact with the fabric of Taylor’s outfit. She wrapped her slender arms around my girth, hugging me closely as she began to use her mouth around the underside of my head. I heard some intermittent murmurings, but couldn’t make out any words.

I bent my hips forward a little, trying to give Taylor some more space. She responded by holding me tighter and grinding her hips on me, and I could feel the tiny trail of wetness that she left behind. This caused my blood to flow even more rapidly, and as my cock awoke, I foresaw that it was about to become uncomfortable in there.

As interesting as it was to have Taylor scrambling around in my underwear, the situation would soon be untenable, so I stretched out the waistband and pulled them down to my mid-thigh, revealing both myself and Taylor, though most of her body was hidden behind my shaft. She paused her nibbling only long enough to give me a disappointed “Aww …” before returning to focus on her ministrations. Although I was only at half-mast so far, I was still solid enough to hold up Taylor’s trivial weight, but I still scooted forward so that she was above the workbench surface, just in case. I had thought that I knew what to expect, that my imagination was vivid enough, but I was wholly unprepared for what I saw; she was an astonishingly surreal sight, her sinuous body writhing along my length like some erotic otherworldly creature out of myth.

An otherworldly creature clad in denim and polyester. While I had enjoyed Taylor’s little costume, I decided that it had outstayed its welcome. I reached toward her, then stopped myself -- she looked to be enjoying herself so much that I didn’t want to interrupt. But I couldn’t see much more than her arms and legs, so I leaned to one side for a better view. Most of her energy seemed to be focused on rubbing her body against me. Sometimes, she would seem to strive for as much contact as possible, squishing her firm little breasts against my increasing hardness through her thin shirt, and nuzzling my head with her smooth cheek. Other times, she would focus the contact on her pelvis, whispering tiny moans to my cock as she ground her hips against me and accentuated the way her miniature skirt had ridden up on her hips. Through it all, she peppered my head with small kisses, licks, and nibbles, her soft and precise lips finding their delicate way onto every millimeter of skin within her reach.

It only took a few more seconds of Taylor’s stimulation to bring me to my full hardness. Then, somehow, she coaxed me into becoming even harder. My earlier words about blue balls echoed in my head as I tried to ignore the deep, throbbing ache, an uncomfortable reminder of just how desperately part of me yearned for release. But if this ended so soon, I would never forgive myself. Taylor, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in our unconventional union, never losing focus for even the slightest fraction of a second, her body a writhing little tangle of sensuality. I’d never seen -- had barely even imagined -- this kind of unrestrained passion, such unbridled adoration. And for some reason, she was giving it to me. It was enough to make a man burst, although I didn’t dare.

At first, Taylor’s movements were energetic, almost frenzied. But within a couple of minutes, she had slowed to a more sustainable, but no less passionate, rhythm. Although Taylor slowed down, my excitement continued to build, to the point that I was forced to stop her, lest I end it all far too soon. I pulled Taylor gently off me, despite her disappointed noises, and I placed her standing back on the workbench, her skirt still hiked up above her hips in a tawdry display.

I smirked at her. “Look at you, debasing yourself that way. Such a naughty little doll.”

Taylor’s eyes were set afire. “So naughty that she needs to be punished?” she asked teasingly, with a hint of eagerness.

And suddenly, I realized why she’d given me the ruler.

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Taylor rubbed a hand on her petite backside with mock woundedness. “I don’t think I deserved that many spanks.” It was clearly an act, and we both knew that she wished it had gone longer, but I played along.

I squatted so that my face was at her level, and eyed her like a rebellious child. “That just means you don’t really understand how naughty you’ve been.”

“Mmm. Have I been a bad little doll?” she asked with playful innocence, holding an index finger to her mouth.

I nodded semi-seriously, and snatched her hat from her head before she could react, then held it tauntingly in front of her. “And bad little dolls don’t get to play dress-up.”

She gasped, covering her mouth with a tiny hand, tiny teardrop eyes gleaming. “But … then I’d be naked!”

“What a shame,” I replied facetiously. “Maybe then you’ll learn.”

“But … I don’t have anything to cover myself!” Taylor made a fair show at being scandalized.

I shrugged. “You should have thought of that before you were so naughty. But it sounds like you’re asking for more paddling first ….” I trailed off, my voice playfully threatening.

Her shoulders deflated. “In that case … I suppose you leave me no choice.” She sighed heavily, then turned partially to one side as her body language changed, thrusting her chest out slightly as she started to slide the vest apart for the beginning of her little strip show.

But I stopped her, hooking a finger in each of her arms, and pulling them away from her body. “Wait,” I said, hoping that my tone conveyed the gentle enthusiasm that I felt. “Let me.” As exciting as Taylor’s little show would have been, I’d been impatiently containing my eagerness to undress her for myself. Since her arms were already in my hands, I started there, sliding my fingertips to her hands and lightly touching each of her delicate, slender fingers. I turned one hand, feeling her palm and intricate digits with my thumb before running my fingers up her forearms, savoring the smooth feel of her skin under my touch. I slid the fingers of my left hand back down to her elegant little hand, and at the same time slowly moved my right hand up her arm, stopping to rub lightly on her shoulder for a few moments.

Taylor closed her eyes, leaning her head away from my hand, and I took her hint, lightly brushing her neck with my thumb as she leaned into my index finger. I tilted myself forward a little, bringing her hand up to my lips and giving them the tiniest, most delicate kiss that I could manage. She opened her eyes at this, and a warm smile spread on her face as she went nearly limp in my hands. Her eyes closed again as I slowly left more careful kisses on her hand and lightly caressed her neck again with my thumb before tracing the edge of one perfectly-shaped ear. She dipped her head slightly as if it tingled, and I took the opportunity to lean in and briefly leave a kiss on her forehead. As I moved back, she raised a hand to stroke my cheek, then beckoned me back to her once I was out of reach. I followed her direction, stopping an inch or two from her. She placed a hand on either side of my lips and leaned forward toward my mouth, placing a barely-perceptible kiss on my lower lip.

It was a tiny, tender gesture, and I returned it as best I could, pressing my lips softly forward to gently kiss her face. Taylor continued to press her minute mouth to various places on my lips, and, at a loss for what else to do, I ran my forefinger through her hair before cradling her head with the tip of my finger and thumb. After a few more tiny kisses, I broke away slightly, and gently tilted Taylor’s head so that I could lick the nape of her neck with the tip of my tongue, lightly brushing the skin upward, then along the ridge of her little ear, encouraged by her shaky intake of breath. I returned to her lips, and she accepted my invitation, kissing more firmly this time, some of them accompanied by the small wet warmth of her diminutive tongue. There was more passion in her this time, and her hands roamed around my lips and jaw as her body writhed against my hand.

I gave her a firm, final kiss, then pulled back a foot or so. I held a flap of the vest in each hand, and pulled each side back over her shoulders, pulling it down and off behind her body. “It’s time to get rid of these,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “You bad little doll.” She giggled, and I took hold of the hem of her shirt, folding it about a third of the way up her torso, and bending in to leave a few small kisses on her exposed stomach. Her small fingers began to run through my thick hair, so I didn’t pull away this time. I moved a thumb and finger to her exposed skin, brushing it lightly as I pushed her shirt slightly upwards with each circuit. Then I gave her front a small lick with the tip of my tongue, from the top of her skirt up to just beneath her breasts, feeling how the smooth skin was interrupted by the small dimple of her navel, and I received a noticeably sharper moan in response. I smiled around my tongue, and continued using it to trace soft trails on her front side, moving my fingers around to caress her back.

With my tongue and fingers, I gradually pushed her shirt upwards, exposing incrementally more of her silky skin. When I had revealed nearly the lower half of her breasts, I snaked my tongue up under her shirt, pressing down on one squishy little globe. Taylor moaned seductively and pressed a hand on my tongue through her shirt, and I moved my thumb to her other breast, freeing it from its cloth prison in the process. She arched forward, pressing herself into my touch, and I gently squeezed her small orbs together in response. I quickly tugged her shirt up and off her body, finally removing the barrier between us, then laid her down tenderly, and I paused for a moment to look at Taylor. She looked back, her wild hair and fierce eyes making her the very picture of lust. Remembering how she had reacted when I attended to her breasts earlier in the day, I made sure to give them plenty of attention. I traced arcs up their slopes with my tongue, leaving thin trails behind as I made my way to their tiny peaks. I brushed their surfaces lightly with my thumb, feeling their hardened points catch on the ridges of my fingerprint as I moved over them. I pressed them gently together, squishing them into oblong shapes and invariably causing her to arch upward. I carefully suckled on them, teasing the little tips gently with my tongue. I couldn’t tell which she liked best; each transition seemed to drive her higher than the last, and I began to wonder if she would orgasm just from this.

Eventually, after a long, long span of time, I moved my mouth downward, moving slowly over her stomach, then skipping over her skirt and down to her legs. I ran my tongue languorously down one, then kissed my way back up, inching her skirt up slightly with my lips when I reached it, and exposing another quarter-inch or so of her thigh. Then I did the same on her other leg, moving sensually along her curved surface, and stopping at just a slightly higher position this time. Taylor groaned impatiently and quickly spread her knees apart, forcing the cloth upward to her hips and revealing her womanhood. But I ignored it for the moment; I wasn’t trying to tease her, but I didn’t want to rush, either. I moved a hand back to Taylor’s breasts to placate her as I nibbled my way up the outside of her leg, all the way up to her waist. I felt her hands on my pinky finger, and let her pull it to her mouth where she started to kiss and nuzzle it in between moans.

Leaving my pinky where it was, I angled my hand so that I could reach the side of her skirt with my thumb and forefinger, holding it in place while I used my other hand to peel the Velcro apart. The rough sound tore through our sensuous indulgence like a lightning bolt, and we stared at each other for a startled moment before giggling together. I slid the last piece of cloth quickly over her legs, then rapidly placed kisses all over her delectable little body. I ended at one of her adorable little feet, kissing it repeatedly while I spread the tiny toes with my fingertip. I looked down at Taylor to see that she was already giving me her best “come hither” eyes. When I met them, she opened her thighs invitingly, and I gave her foot one last kiss goodbye.

I licked a long, slow line down the inside of her thigh, and she pulled my pinky to her chest as her head rocked backward, a small tremor going through her as I barely contacted the top of her tiny treasure trove. With achingly slow speed, I ran the tip of my tongue down the half-inch length of her slit, tasting the faint trace of her fluid that had trickled from within. I barely heard Taylor’s small, tremulous gasp as her body shuddered urgently under my hand, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl upward in satisfaction. I vibrated my tongue on her, and her body thrashed as her moans ratcheted up by half an octave.

I knew that it wouldn’t take much more now. I was ready to let her have her orgasm, but there was just one thing that I wanted first. I pulled back a few inches, far enough that I could see her clearly while I hooked my thumbs under her thighs. Then I carefully used the edge of my thumbs near the corners of my fingernails to cautiously pull open her moist little lips, showing me Taylor’s perfect, most intimate place. Taylor looked like she was about to say something, but I was already moving back in, and I gave her a good, long, vibratory lick while I held her spread open. Her intense little moans returned in a rush, and I continued, not stopping until I’d given her more sensations than she could handle. The pitch of her small trills spiraled upward, becoming increasingly erratic, and my hands felt the tension increasing in her body, now slick with sweat from the exertion. Finally, she gave one last, explosive cry, and her legs shook while her hips rocked back and forth, and I pulled back so that I could watch one of the sexiest sights that has ever been seen.

She lay back for a few seconds as she recuperated, but before she had fully recovered she was up and moving, rising to her knees and shambling toward me with half-closed, unfocused eyes. She motioned me toward her. “Now it’s your turn,” she said eagerly. “Give it all to me. Please!” Her hands moved to her own body as she spoke, one sliding smoothly between her legs as the other arced firmly around a squeezed breast. “Won’t that feel so good? You’ve been holding it in all this time.” She continued to touch herself, her body rocking and arching as she let out a small moan. “Won’t it feel amazing to finally let it go? To cover my little body in your hot cum?”

I wasn’t sure I had ever seen such a nakedly erotic sight as Taylor working herself back up while she begged for my cum. I hardened nearly instantly, aching from the suddenness of it, and from the numerous earlier false starts. I stood, bringing my head within Taylor’s reach, and she circled her arms around it, pressing her breasts to the underside as she gave the top a long, slow lick. I wrapped a hand around myself and gave my length a long, firm stroke, and my cock swelled as my energy rocketed forward. Her small embrace tightened as my head enlarged, sending another surge through me, and Taylor gave a delighted little squeal as I grew in her arms. I didn’t want this to end soon, but I doubted that I could last very long at this point.

Suddenly, Taylor looked up at me, her eyes dark and lusty. “Use your little doll’s body.”

“What?” She seemed to think that her meaning would be obvious, but I was genuinely puzzled.

In response, she reached silently for my thumb, prying it gently upward away from my penis. Then she pushed down on my hand, nearer to the wrist to show that she wanted my whole hand to move, creating a gap of about an inch between my fingers and my cock. It wasn’t until she gripped my head and slid one of her feet into the gap that I realized what she had meant. I straightened my fingers slightly to widen the opening for her, and shifted my hand as she entered to help her squirm in between. She threaded her arms and legs around me, squeezing my length tightly for an affectionate moment before relaxing her grip, slowly undulating her body against my underside.

Then she opened her eyes, looking up at me again with a devilish smile, her little eyes aglitter. “Do it. Use me.” I was taken aback by her small ferocity, and stared dumbly at her for a moment before I recovered. I could hardly believe just how much she was trusting me to be careful with her -- either that, or she was so excited that she was no longer concerned about it. Either way, I didn’t need any further convincing. I pressed her perfectly-fitting torso lightly against my hard flesh and stroked slowly, smoothly downward on my cock, stopping when I felt Taylor’s tiny ass touch my sack. It was a familiar motion, but the sensation was altogether unfamiliar, so exhilarating and salacious that I nearly erupted right then. I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought to control myself, trying to focus on something besides how wild I was being driven by Taylor’s little body. Her smooth, soft, curvy little body. Her lithe, supple, steamy little body that was impossible to dislodge from my mind.

I took a deep, shaky breath, then stroked back upward, more slowly this time, trying to savor the individual sensations created by Taylor’s body. The smooth skin of her cheek, felt in alternation with the tiny, warm softness of her tongue. The firm yet spongy globes of her breasts pressed unceasingly against me, surrounding their hardened, pointed centers. The taut, uncreased plane of her stomach, trailed by a soft, tickling tuft of thin hair. Once again, it was nearly too much, and when I felt Taylor’s wrapped arms touch the rim of my head, I silently gave thanks for the natural chance to pause and regain control of myself. It was a longer pause this time, as I fought down the increasing urge to finish.

My silent struggle was interrupted by a new feeling at my very tip. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Taylor’s hand there, scooping up a large glob of pre-cum. She brought it back down to where I couldn’t see, but then I could feel her smearing it on her breasts and upper chest, moving her body against me to spread it around some more. Then she angled her head to one side so that I could see her, and smirked at me as she made a seductive show of using her mouth to clean the liquid from her fingers.

I chuckled at her brash display, then decided to take it as a challenge. If she had another orgasm first, I reasoned, then I wouldn’t feel so bad about finishing early. I slid my index finger down to the small of her back, and wedged my thumb between us, pinching her hips lightly so that I could angle them back a bit, bringing her imperceptible clit into contact with my skin.

“What are …?” Taylor began, then her tone changed as she realized what I was up to. “No, I’ve already … had my turn,” she demanded, her declaration interrupted as she tried to fight a tremor that ran through her body. But I ignored her complaint; I now had something to focus on besides how this felt for me, and I leapt at the chance to delay the inevitable. I began to move her hips back and forth in small motions, changing the angle of her as I did, and I smiled in satisfaction as Taylor began to release high-pitched moans again. “Stop! What about … nnh … you?”

I grinned, though she couldn’t see it. “Let me worry about that. You just be a good little doll, and let me play with you.” The words seemed to shatter her feeble resistance, and she began to rock her hips of her own accord, pressing her dewy lips against me as her little vocal outbursts intensified.

As she squirmed and pressed and moaned against me, I began to stroke her along my length again, moving in slow, short bursts to keep myself under control. I slowly began to turn her so that she was on one side, bringing her curved little body into view. I marveled again at her svelte little sweat-slicked form, her small body uncannily perfect, as if any imperfections had been smoothed away by her new size. I gave her a small squeeze in my hand, feeling the way that her body flexed around my hard shaft, and I heard a tiny “Yes!” in between the moans that were rising from below.

Emboldened by her response, and feeling like my cock was somewhat less sensitive by now, I began to lengthen my strokes, adding some saliva for additional lubrication. I tried to ignore the vigor surging inside me, focusing instead on driving Taylor into a little frenzy. With her oriented sideways like this, her graceful curves were outlined against me, the subtle motions of her body intensifying as I used her like she’d demanded, and she used me in return. In this way, we pleasured each other for a horribly brief eternity, until I felt that my risen tide could no longer be contained. Not ready to concede defeat, I pinched Taylor’s hips in my fingers again, pressing her tiny womanhood directly against me with far more pressure than she could on her own, and her small cries soared in an escalating spiral, building finally to a diminutive crescendo.

When Taylor orgasmed around me, I simply gaped at the incredible sight, too awestruck to do anything else. I realized suddenly that I had been mistaken -- I had thought that Taylor was a woman reduced, changed into something less than she had been. But now I saw that she was in truth a woman concentrated; she was the entirety of a woman’s spirit and energy, distilled and compressed into a tiny white-hot vessel of pure femininity. How could I have ever thought otherwise?

And all of that dazzling energy, that refined and condensed eroticism, was focused entirely on my painfully-hard member. As she squeezed and thrashed wildly on me, each of her movements, every arch of her back, every press of her pelvis, every lusty cry, seemed almost to transfer her arousal into me. I swelled as Taylor unknowingly coaxed my own orgasm toward her, an unstoppable force that I couldn’t possibly hope to contain. I fought anyway, clenching my free hand into a fist as I struggled to keep the chaotic energy away from the hand that held Taylor, buying a precious second to lay her down and announce its arrival.

“Uhn, I’m coming!” I was barely able to force the words through my teeth as I leaned forward so that I could point myself at Taylor’s little body. I saw her sit up, her small form unfocused in my vision, before I lost sight of her and was overwhelmed by the explosive release. I planted my forearm on the wood surface, leaning on it unsteadily as my entirety suddenly rushed out of me. I forced myself to inhale, overriding the instinct to hold my breath, and was still struggling to regain my bearings when I felt the second rush, accompanied by a severe light-headedness. My eyes managed to refocus before the third shot left me, and I adjusted my aim quickly, since it looked like the second may have partially missed. I gasped falteringly, pushing myself back upright as I blinked against the disorientation, slowly reconstructing my attention on Taylor.

But she was already lost, busily caressing and squeezing herself as new moans filled the air around her, steadily working her body in its coating of combined sweat, saliva, and seed. I held myself steady until the last spurt left me, then gently wiped the last of it onto Taylor’s thigh, knowing that I’d hear about it later if I didn’t give her every drop. I felt a small smile at the confirmation that she hadn’t been pretending when she’d professed her desire to be covered in my emission, then settled in to watch the show.

As I stared at her sultry, oblivious movements, I belatedly realized that I was still hard, and I wondered for a moment whether I’d be able to have another orgasm. Then I decided to find out.

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Taylor reclined comfortably, sinking a little deeper into the soothing warm water in her casserole dish bathtub. It probably would have been easier to bathe her in the sink, but there was something about using a separate basin that appealed to me. She had piled her washed-and-dried hair up on her head to keep it from getting wet again, held in place by an absurdly large hairpin. Her torn piece of orange sponge floated nearby, ignored now that it had served its purpose. She was surrounded by the dwindling suds left over from the far-too-generous quantity of soap that I had lathered onto her body; I felt confident that Taylor was now the cleanest doll in the state.

She watched as I lazily swirled a finger in the water, idly watching the patterns on the surface, then turned her head toward me. “Well …” she said, her grin and tone suggesting that she was leading up to something, “I guess you really are a big-shot scientist!”

I looked at her blankly for a moment, then twisted my mouth as I groaned. “Wow. How long have you been holding that one?”

“A while,” she admitted, and her little grin turned sheepish. “I wanted to say that when you gave it to me, but I was kinda … distracted.”

I laughed softly. “Just a little. Not that I mind. Feel free to be ‘distracted’ anytime you want.” We smiled at each other as the short exchange trailed off, comfortable with the leisurely quiet after a full day.

Now that our activities were winding down, I turned my thoughts to setting up Taylor’s quarters for her stay. “When you’re done here,” I told her quietly, gesturing to her tub, “I’ll set up the spare room, and you can have the bedroom.”

Taylor’s eyes met mine, then she looked down and shook her head. “Thanks, but … I don’t need a bed.” Then she elaborated, “Not at this size.”

I struggled to contain my bewilderment. “So, you … want to stay that small? The whole time you’re here?”

Taylor nodded assuredly as she made eye contact again, her eyes now more of a muted viridian than the brilliant emerald they had been earlier. “That’s what I’ve always imagined. Living at this size. Maybe I’ll get tired of it after a while, but I want to try it.”

“Huh. Okay.” I shrugged mentally; if that was what Taylor wanted, I had no real reason to object. “Then I’ll move your dollhouse into the spare room. You’ll basically have your own yard.” I grinned as I imagined the extra room being effectively its own plot of land. But my mirth faded as Taylor didn’t react, and her careful lack of response told me that it wasn’t quite what she had in mind. I waited a few seconds for her to express her reservations, but she remained quietly contemplative as she rubbed warm water onto her shoulder. “… what is it?” I asked, hoping that I would prompt Taylor to reveal her thoughts.

“Well … I … I don’t really want to sleep in a room by myself. Not at this size.” She turned herself over in the water, resting her arms on the dish’s rim so that she was facing me, although she looked down at the countertop. “I’d feel … safer … if you were there with me.”

I nodded thoughtfully while I processed Taylor’s explanation. I supposed that I could understand how a room might be intimidating to a person of Taylor’s new stature, especially at night.

“Well … what if I snore?” I was pretty sure that I didn’t, but for some reason I was highly amused by the thought of Taylor kept awake at night by a snoring giant.

Her serious expression slowly turned into a smirk. “Then you may or may not wake up with creative drawings on your face.”

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I took no small amount of pleasure in softly drying Taylor’s sexy miniaturized body with a kitchen towel. She obviously knew that I was being overly thorough, but seemed to be enjoying the attention. I turned her gently around, so that she faced away from me, and admired her soft little curves. I dabbed the towel on her shoulders, picking up a couple stray droplets of water that just fallen from her hair, then planted a delicate kiss across her shoulder blades.

Taylor’s head inclined in response, turning partway toward me. “Getting distracted?” she asked, amusement creeping into the edges of her voice.

“Not at all. Just making sure that you’re dry enough. Lips are more sensitive than fingers.” It sounded like it might be true, so I decided to go with it.

She nodded skeptically. “Sure.” In response, I planted a slightly firmer kiss on her lower back, then followed it with another on a minuscule ass cheek. “All right,” she said lightly, turning back around. “That’s enough.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re loving this,” I said, moving in to quickly kiss her stomach.

“Stop!” she giggled, swatting my nose half-heartedly with her hand.

“You don’t want me to stop,” I responded.

“I don’t? You know me so well already?” she challenged playfully.

“No. Because if I stop, then I’ll do this,” I said, placing my lips firmly back on Taylor, and held her in place with a hand as I blew a giant raspberry on her stomach, eliciting a loud giggling squeal. Taylor’s legs collapsed, and I laid her body gently down as I continued to torment her.

“Aaaugh! Stop!” she yelled through her laughter, her body curling involuntarily as she pushed away on my cheek with both hands. I pulled back a few inches, and Taylor held both hands to her stomach, rolling onto her side as she tried to recover. “Oh my God, the vibrations. It’s too much ….” she complained through gasping breaths, and in that instant I knew that there would be many, many more raspberries in Taylor’s future.

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by DiminutionMan » Fri Apr 02, 2021 5:32 pm

Sorry for the long time between updates, hopefully it was worth the wait. The "Day 1" chapter turned out out to be a lot longer than I had expected, but now it's finally done. The good news is that I've also done a good part of the next several chapters, and those will be shorter, so I should be able to finish them more quickly.

Regarding the title, it was originally intended to have two meanings -- first, that Taylor is a complication in my life, and second for a situation that arises in a future chapter (actually, two separate situations that it can apply to). Now it looks like the second meaning will end up as a smaller portion of the story than I had originally intended. Just a FYI, so that nobody is disappointed when that turns out to be a relatively minor part of the story.

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Re: A Small Complication

Post by Bloodthirstybutcher » Fri Apr 02, 2021 7:46 pm

Goddamn, dude... this is soooooo good. I'm gonna need some alone time...
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