Short Short Story with a twist

[Tina Tempest]

Hey gang! Tina Tempest here. I'm engaged in other writing projects at the moment but here is a piece too short to include in one of my collections. If you enjoy this story, please stop by my Amazon page and check out my many story collections. Whatever floats your boat, I assure you will find it in my writings, except Vore. I don't do vore.
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Best Laid Plans

I wondered, “Should I do this?” I wondered, “How should I do this?”
Muriel NEVER accepted my fetish for tiny women. “I’m five feet one! I’m already tiny! Why would you want me smaller?”
When I tried to explain that it was just a fetish like any other. I tried to point out that her own taste for “dark romance” novels featuring kidnapping and bondage, was not exactly “wholesome” she would fire back, “You spent too much time as a kid playing with your sister’s Barbie dolls, you sicko!”
It was hopeless!
Now, here I sat, with an honest-to-goodness Shrink Ray that my best buddy in the world had loaned to me and Muriel was due home any minute. Did I present her with the chilled wine and roses with candlelight and try to sweet-talk her into letting me zap her? Or did I simply zap her once she crossed the threshold? Decisions, decisions!
I’d pretty much ruled out the wine and flowers approach. Muriel told me in no uncertain terms that I could never talk her into experimenting with the “small” lifestyle. So that meant, “Honey I’m home!” ZAP! “Eek I’m tiny! You miserable bastard!”
I felt sure that once she experienced it, she would love being tiny. But how long would she be a hissing cobra until she settled down?
I decided it was worth the risk. Yeah, she’d be a bitch for a while, but once I got her out of her clothes and she experienced the sensation of the ridges of my fingertips exploring her anatomy and the wonders of my giant tongue, she would calm down. Her anger would fade, and she would thank me. That was what I was going with, anyway. I waited patiently in the foyer.
**
“Honey!” Zap! “Oh my, God! You asshole! Where did you get that thing?”
“From Jeff.”
“So, you corrupted him as well? You are abominable!”
“Come here, baby!”
“Don’t you “baby” me. Keep your hands off me, you miserable pervert!”
“But sweetness!”
“When a woman says “no” Walter, she means “NO”!
“But if you would only just listen to me, honey.”
“Fuck off! Reverse what you have done!”
“NO!”
“What?”
“I deserve this, Muriel. I’ve been as good a husband as you will ever find. I’ve put up with a lot as your husband. In bed, we ALWAYS do what you want and not what I want.”
“Bullshit, Walter! I’ve let you tie me up and cut off my clothes and shave my pussy while I was tied spreadeagle to the bed.”
“Those were your fantasies. Inspired by the books you read.”
“As if you didn’t enjoy all of that as much as you did. I let you wank to those books by that slut Tina Tempest.”
“We act out scenes from your books…”
“Small sex is gross, Walter. I hate dealing with your spunk a teaspoon at a time. Do you really think I’d be crazy about cum on this scale? Yeech! I can practically feel the little swimmers crawling all over my body!”
“I’ll give you oral as well.”
“Yeah, your slobber and halitosis or an epic scale!”
“If only…”
Whatever I was going to say was interrupted by the buzzing of the doorbell.
“Answer the door, numb nuts!” barked Muriel.
I opened the door to find Jeff.
“Hey, good buddy! I hate to break this to you, but my boss discovered that “someone” liberated the shrink ray. If I return it by Monday morning, no questions will be asked. Is Muriel home yet?”
“Down here, Jeff!” exclaimed Muriel.
“Oh, Holy Shit!” I’ve never really been comfortable with the way Jeff stares at Muriel. I mean, she is a babe, long brown hair, huge tits, nice rump and fine legs, but she’s MY wife!
“Get me out of here, Jeff!” cried Muriel.
“Pardon?” asked Jeff.
“I’m not spending another moment with this gigantic pervert. Get me out of here and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Hold on!” I began.
“Give Jeff the gun, Walter.”
“What?”
“You heard me!”
I stood there totally stunned while Jeff removed the gun from my grasp.
“I have to get this back, buddy it’s my job at stake.”
Like something from a bad movie, I saw my best friend in all the world bend down. Muriel practically leaped into his open palm. Then Jeff, Muriel, and the shrink ray vanished behind my front door. I heard Jeff’s car pull away just as I was about to run after them.
**
Monday has come and gone. No sign of Muriel. Jeff won’t answer his phone. I remember all the times when Jeff had visited, and Muriel said how handsome, strong, and kind he was. She had to be playing with me all those times, right? The roses are wilted, and the wine sits in a bucket of room-temperature water. Muriel’s bound to come home any minute, right? Please tell me I’m right!