Holding Space - Pt. 1

 

Most stories I write are an attempt to explore a particular feeling of mine. This one is no exception. Here's what's different: I'm being explicit about it at the outset. This is a story about the ways people care for each other. The ways we offer and receive affection. It's a story about three people having some white-hot sizeplay sex - like 80% it's about that.

This is also a story about how I'm not straight. I think men are sexy, and if it ever felt safe to explore that, it's something I'd enjoy. Sometimes writing is about building yourself a world where you'd like to live.

So just in time for Pride. Hi. I'm pseudoclever. I'm attracted to people of all different shapes and genders, and I'm proud to say, that includes men. This is a story about that.

Many thanks to Elle Largesse, @mightytinygiant, for their tireless work beta-reading this piece for me. Their feedback and support made this story what it is, from simple encouragement at how fucking hot they found the sexy stuff, down to basic plot beats that helped me figure out what the story I was actually trying to tell.

TL;DR: this is a story where one of the love interests is two guys.

Full Story Tags: NSFW, female growth, male shrinking, male growth, female shrinking, F/m, M/f, M/m, M/f/m, doms of various sizes, claustrophobia, panic attacks, internalized homophobia, polyamory, people talking about their feelings.

Chapter Tags: flirting, discussions of voyeurism and polyamory, male shrinking, internalized homophobia

1.

It was late, and the crowd was starting to thin out at The Wooden Nickel. Usually most of the locals head home after the ball game. That was why the three of us got together that night, as we did at least once or twice a week.  We were all huge fans of the local team, and never missed a game.  It was how I’d met the two of them actually – Casey, and his girlfriend Jordan.  

I remember Jordan was sipping some fruity girl-drink that night. Her third of the evening, and each one probably had a higher alcohol content than the beers that Casey and I were nursing put together.  Neither of us doubted her ability to drink us under the table. 

“So what’s next, guys?” she asked, grinning at us owlishly. “Want to play some pool? Maybe check out the new all-night karaoke place down the street? Or, I know! We could grab a bottle of fancy scotch.”

Casey frowned, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. The little muscle in his jawline, the one that always stood out when he was nervous, tightened a little. “I’m terrible at pool.”

“And none of us can sing,” I added. “We’d get boo’d out of the place before the first chorus.”

“And neither of you can handle good scotch.” She drained the last of her neon blue murder-drink, and tapped the rim thoughtfully. “Well the only other idea I have? Is bad movies.  And a big old cuddle pile at my place. But I bet the two of you aren’t into that either.”

I glanced at Casey, trying to assess him without being obvious about it.  He was staring off into space, so I decided to shrug. “I mean.  I don’t want to be a third wheel.  I’m fine to just hang out.  It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve watched you two make out over a riff track.”

Casey winced. He turned to me, the bar lights playing off his blonde hair. “I’m um. Really sorry about that, Scott. We’d been drinking and well. Jordan is really hard to put off when she’s in that mood of hers….”

“Yeah she is,” Jordan growled.

“You do have more than a foot of height on her,” I pointed out.

“A coyote will always win in a fight with a Great Dane.” Jordan began to walk her fingers up her boyfriend’s arm. “Because although the coyote is small, they are wild. Vicious. And the Great Dane?” She gave Casey’s neck a sudden pinch. “Is domesticated.”

Casey grimaced, and half pulled away from her. “But what I’m saying is, we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It just sort of… happened.”

I shrugged, again. “I like seeing my friends happy. Besides, I grew up watching late-night Cinemax. What you two were up to was tame by comparison.”

“Less static-y too,” Jordan added. “And less chance of getting caught by your mom. Anyways.” The word escaped in a long, exasperated sigh. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to come watch us make out. I asked about a cuddle pile. As in. Including you..” 

Casey started to object. She put her hand on his shoulder, and he shut his mouth at once. The two exchanged a quick look.  I had the feeling that a large amount of data had passed between them, on an encrypted channel.

“Or, I don’t know.” The diminutive woman flipped her hair casually. “The two of you could just get naked together. See where it goes.”

Casey and I both stood in unison. He looked at me, and I looked at him. He was at least three inches taller than me, and far more broad in the shoulders. He looked scared. I’m sure I did, too.

“Where are you going?” I asked him. 

“The bathroom.”

“Oh.” I swallowed. “I was going to the bathroom, too.”

"Oh. You go first.”

I shook my head. “No. That’s okay.”

Jordan sighed.  “Why don’t you just go together?” 

Casey walked off at a trot. I watched his retreat. 

“Sit down.” Jordan sounded tired, but patient.

I sat.

“Scott… how long have the two of you been making eyes at each other? Six months, at least?”

Denial started to rise in my throat, and Jordan narrowed her eyebrows almost imperceptibly. “Yeah… I guess it’s been about that long.”

“Okay.  Set aside other people I could mention, who also seem to have great chemistry and should probably talk about it at some point.”  She dipped her head, looking faintly sad, but when she went on her tone was caring.  “He likes you too, dummy.” 

She reached for me. Moving slowly, like a person trying to pet a caged animal. I didn’t pull away, and her hand closed over mine. 

Her hand was tiny, and very cold.

“I know you’re curious, Scott. You didn’t have to watch us. On the couch, that night. But you did.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You could’ve asked to join us.”

I shook my head. “It’s not my place. Anyway, what would Casey have said?”

“I think you know the answer to that already. You just don’t want to hear it. But, let’s try it this way.” Jordan gently rested her palm on the center of her chest. “Do you think I’m attractive?”

“Well, yeah.” I looked over my shoulder.  God, what was taking Casey so long?

“Are you afraid of me?” 

When I didn’t answer for several seconds, she narrowed her eyes.

“I just… it’s complicated.  I guess not.  Okay?  You’re tough, don’t get me wrong.  And scary when you don’t get what you want. But I guess I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of you or anything.  Just, cautious.”

“Good.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “So why just cautious, and not afraid?  Is it because I’m short?”

I laughed. Tried to sip from an empty can. Thought about joining Casey in the bathroom. 

“Scott. I am four feet eleven inches tall. Casey is six foot three. My boyfriend, well… he’s huge, but he’s such a marshmallow.  Yet.  You’re afraid of him.  Why?”

“I’ve never been with a man before.”  The words tumbled over each other as I spoke.  “He’s cute, and I like when we flirt, but just, men are….”  I looked at her helplessly, suddenly at a loss for words.

“I get why this is scary.” There was sympathy in her eyes. “Believe me, I know.  But I can’t stand idly by, seeing how much you both want this.  And I think I have a solution.” She sat up very suddenly. “Did it work okay, honey?”

Casey was blushing. I’ve always known him to blush easily, but this was something else entirely. He stood between Jordan and I, staring at his feet, his lower lip quivering. His formerly tight denim shirt was many, many sizes too large. His pants hung loose around his hips.  “It worked. Did you, um. Explain things to Scott?”

“Not yet, sweetie. I said to give us ten minutes at least. You’re a little over-eager, huh?”  

I pushed myself back at the table, looking at the two of them in horror. “You’re smaller! He’s smaller!  You… shrank!”

Casey, formerly taller than me by several inches, was now somewhat shorter than an average-sized man.  Around five seven if I had to guess, and quite a bit shorter than my six feet.

He blushed harder as I stared.

But Jordan only smiled. “It’s hard to make the first move when he’s intimidating,” she purred. “Well. Now he’s not intimidating. Is he?”

Casey and I stared at each other. I could hear my heart over the jukebox.  

“Please say something,” he said at last. He held up his arms, his sleeves sliding halfway to his elbows. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You knew this was going to happen?”

He nodded, shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“And.” I swallowed. “What.  It was supposed to make you less scary? So I’d be… comfortable..?” I gestured vaguely, suddenly running out of words.

Casey looked at his feet, not saying anything.  He looked sad, and sweet, and terribly afraid.

“He’s nervous,” Jordan put in gently. “Because he likes you.  He just put himself out there, in a way that I have to say, was very brave of him.  He’s feeling extremely vulnerable about it.  So Scott, check in with your feelings.  What does seeing him this way make you want to do?”

Very slowly, I reached out, and took the smaller man’s hand in mine. His palm felt rough, and clammy, but good in my grasp. 

He squeezed.

“Casey and I talked about this,” Jordan said.  “The other night.  He wanted to know what he could do to make you more attracted to him.  And I told him he didn’t need to do anything, because you already thought he was beautiful.  Was I wrong?”

Casey and I made eye contact.  It felt hot, and dangerous, and incredibly powerful.

“No,” I managed, before looking away again.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Casey said, very softly.

“You could have said something, too.”  I shrugged.  “Anyway I’ve… never had a crush on another guy before.  This is all really new for me.”

“And that,” Jordan breathed.  “Is why I thought it would be a good idea if he were smaller.  It’s easier to say these things when you can look down at him.  Isn’t it?”

I nodded.

She moved closer.  Still giving the two of us space to be intimate, but near enough that I could see the tiny hairs standing up on the back of her arm.  “He could be even smaller.  Would you like that?”

My gaze shot toward Casey.  He couldn’t make himself meet my eye.  But the corners of his mouth were turning upward.

“Oh yes.  He asked me how far I could make this go.  How much of his height I could take away, for you.  I told him that he could be as short as me.  Or smaller.  A lot smaller.  It, well.  Let’s just say the idea appealed to him.  When I described what it would feel like?  Shrinking down inch by inch, while he stared up into your eyes?  We had a rather nice evening.”

“Scott.”  Casey’s voice cracked as he spoke.  “I want this.  I want you.  But, if this is too much, if it’s too weird….”

I touched his stubbled cheek.  Cupped him.  Turned him ever so slightly, until he was looking up into my eyes.  The top of his head didn’t even reach my nose.  The colors in the room felt too bright, the music muffled and distant.  The bar wasn’t as crowded as it was twenty minutes ago, but I was painfully aware that at least a dozen people could see us.  Even so, I wanted this too badly to resist.  “Is it okay if I kiss you?” I asked.

He nodded.  And I did.

I’d thought about this moment, for a long time.  Wondered what it would be like if it ever came.  The angle was a little different, than in my fantasies.  His mouth was soft, and had a faint citrus taste from the IPA he’d been drinking.  He breathed into my mouth, and my head started to spin.

My hand slipped up his shoulder.  Then pressed to the back of his neck.  He moaned, his brow tensing.  But he held so delightfully, perfectly still.  Letting me explore him.  

“This is okay?” I asked him.  I was shaking, and I couldn’t make it stop, but it wasn’t bad.  

“This is wonderful.”  He pressed his hand to my chest.  Closed his eyes, and just breathed.

Jordan gave us a knowing smile.  She stepped away, and settled up our tab.  

I didn’t know what to do with my body, so I wound up pulling him halfway into my lap, in an awkward way.  He didn’t seem to mind.  When his hip pressed against my groin, I had to bite my lip to hold back a moan.

“Do you really want to get smaller?” I asked him.  My lips brushing against his earlobe.  

“We should talk about that,” he whispered, nuzzling his head against my chin.  “It’s scary.  But.  Really hot.  As long as you promise to be gentle I….”  He laughed lightly, and pressed his hand against my thigh.  “I just want to keep going.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised.  It felt good to be protective of him.  It made me feel strong, and big, and very, very turned on.  “No matter how small you get.”

Jordan walked by, motioning toward the door with her head.  There was a cab waiting.

Honesty's Reward - Pt. 7

 

CW: Brief physical altercation, attempted physical harm

For the first few seconds, no one moved. We all just stared in silence at Tiffany. The girl looked like the largest, most muscular bukkake star that ever existed. Standing there with that slack-jawed, faintly dazed expression you see on girls who have just taken a hard one to the face – if you know what I mean.

Tiffany was covered from nose to navel in a thick layer of greyish cream. She was trembling.  Her breath coming in little gasps, her pupils much too large. Her lips parted in a soundless whimper. And then, faster than I would have imagined possible, she started to shrink.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, fighting panic as her body dwindled. The girl's sleeveless crop top had been skin-tight, almost to the point of circulation loss, and cut to reveal massive swaths of cleavage to anyone tall enough to actually look. Suddenly the garment wasn't close to form-fitting. Within a few seconds, she was practically lost in it. She held her hands to her face, trying to watch herself shrink.  I knew from experience that was futile, and against my better judgment, felt a wave of sympathy.  

“Lower ranking employee, my ass,” Anthony sneered.  The giant watched the fruits of his labor with satisfaction for another moment, then turned to regard me.  Then immediately blushed and looked away.  Oh – I hadn't thought to cover myself yet. Or for that matter, even gotten around to closing my legs. “Sam? Are you...okay? I heard somebody moaning, and I sort of assumed Tiffany was…like…torturing…you….”

“Ah?  No?  Not torture, exactly.” My voice was a mouse's squeak, coming from a tiny throat constricted with embarrassment. I gestured wildly at the shrinking girl – hey look, a distraction!. “I guess you turned the tables on her though, didn't you?”

Tiffany's waist had already sunk beneath the level of the massage table, and as I watched, her belly button slipped past it as well. That mysterious steam was coming off her in thick, puffy clouds. Slowly, it was filling the room with a strange, sweet-smelling fog.

And it seemed like height wasn't the only thing she was losing. I had been jealous of Tiffany's body for a great many reasons, not least of which, her muscular physique. Her toned gym body, her well-defined biceps and abs...they were...evaporating! She was no longer ripped, merely 'in shape.' Then less. She was...well, still as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more so. But now she had an almost willowy appearance.  One might even say, ‘cute.’

She looked down at herself, watching as her body melted.  “No....” she groaned. Then, much louder. “NO!”

Tiffany wheeled, almost tripped over her too-large sneakers, snarled down at Anthony. “It took months of steady gain to get that height, that strength! And you've ruined it! I'm right back to where I started at five foot ten!”

Anthony cleared his throat. “Ah, actually I think...you might be a bit shorter than that.”

From where I was sitting it was hard to tell – they both looked like giants to me. That, and well, let's just say that I wasn't  clear-headed right then. There was still that buzzing, tingling feeling from when Tiffany had stopped touching me so suddenly. It was half afterglow, half blue balls. Even so, I thought Anthony might be right. After a few more seconds I was sure of it. She was only a few inches taller than his five foot four – and going down fast.

Tiffany looked at her still-dwindling body, mouth agape. And when she returned her gaze to Anthony, there was fury in her eyes.

“Fuck!”  Tiffany inhaled, screamed, and charged forward, fist drawn back. Anthony drew away, raising his arm to block...too slow. The girl launched a devastating right-hook directly at his jaw – and it sundered the air a millimeter in front of his face. The girl had been shrinking even mid-punch, and good luck for Anthony, she had misjudged the distance between them.

The force of the blow-that-wasn't was so great that it threw Tiffany off-balance. She stumbled forward, her legs tangling in the cuffs of her jean shorts, and she fell. 

If I had been in Anthony's place, I would've just gone ahead and let her hit the ground.  In retrospect, this would've made everything that happened next much easier. Besides, she was still bigger than him, clearly knew how to fight, and was in the mood to do some serious damage.  Despite the muscle she'd lost, I'd still have bet on her..

But if Anthony didn't do what he did next – catch her, grab her by the shoulders, pull her into his arms – well, he wouldn't have been my knight in shining armor.

She fought him, teeth bared, struggling in his grip. Trying to bash head head against the bridge of his nose, clawing at his arms.  Anthony really had the tiger by the tail now.  If he let her get enough clearance to throw a punch, he was in for it big time. Yet every second it was getting easier.  Tiffany shrinking in his grasp.  Two inches taller than him...then one...and getting weaker all the time. Her shirt slid down her chest, the waistband of her shorts drifted lower. They were the same height for a moment...and wonder of wonders, now she was looking up at him.

“I hate you! I hate you!” she cried, though her voice seemed to have lost some of its raging edge. She almost sounded on the verge of tears.  Her face was flushed, sweat dripping from her bangs. Her breath came in ragged, panting gasps. This was from the struggle, surely. But there was something else to it.  I knew from personal experience that the shrinking gel had certain mood-altering effects, and tended to make a person pretty excitable – not to mention open to suggestion.

And with that understanding, I saw a way out of this.

“Hey Tiffany.  Knock off the hissy fit.”

I stood up on the massage table, actually tall enough this way to stare the both of them down. My arms were crossed, a sarcastic little smirk on my face. “Yeah, so listen. There was a time not so long ago when I was in your shoes. Remember? I thought the only thing I wanted in the world was to get bigger. Then you shrank me.  Against my will, I might add. I said I didn't want it and – any of this ringing a bell? You just laughed. Why? Because you knew me. And you told me to be honest with myself. Now I'm asking the same of you.”

They were both staring at me. Anthony, eyes shining. Tiffany, face squelched in a glare, perhaps three inches shorter than him by now, still shrinking. I was vaguely conscious that I was waist high to both of them, and clad in nothing but my birthday suit.  I should have been embarrassed. I wasn't.

“Look Tiffany.  Whether it's what you want or not, you're shrinking. Face it. You're already shorter than the vast majority of girls. You're probably going to get a lot smaller.  Since there's nothing you can do about it, you might as well be honest. Do you really hate Anthony for shrinking you? And more importantly...do you hate this?”

Tiffany's eyes swam, a near-infinite series of conflicting emotions playing across her face. She looked back and forth from my miniature form, up into Anthony's eyes, craning her neck higher to do so each time. Her formally tight pants dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Her shirt dangled, almost big enough that her shoulders could slip through the collar. And still she shrank.

By the time she spoke, her head was beneath the bridge of Anthony's nose. Her voice was calm, even.  Under the circumstances, the control this must've required spoke of a tremendous strength of will. “Your logic is backward, Samantha. What does it matter, whether I hate this or not, if there's nothing I can do about it? Either way, I'll just have to deal with it.”

She turned, the ghost of that old smirk on her smaller face, and looked to Anthony – now dwindling past the level of his chin. “So tell me, stock boy.  Did you follow the nuances of what she just said?  In between the parts where she was lambasting me for the fictional crime of lying to myself.  She…”  Here Tiffany stabbed an accusing finger in my direction.  “Loved shrinking.  And more, the way I was touching her while she shrank. You weren't defending her honor when you burst in here, you idiot. She wanted to be tiny.”

“You're lying,” Anthony told her flatly. He shot me a glance, blushing again at my nudity. “Isn't she?”

I hesitated. Sighed. “No Anthony.  She's not.” I began to climb down the side of the massage table, waving him away when he moved to help. It was pretty difficult, given my miniature size and the way my newly enlarged breasts were throwing off my center of gravity, but all those pull-ups at the gym had their advantages. The floor was cold under my feet, the ceiling high, so high...and Tiffany and Anthony absolutely towered over me. Still, I moved bravely, stood at his feet, and looked up at my crush with all the dignity I could muster.

“Anthony, I like...no, I love being small. More than that, I loved being shrunk. Tiffany was right about… well, everything.”

“Are you....” He paused, swallowing hard. “Clarify. Are you trying to tell me that you like shrinking, or that you like...Tiffany? Is she part of this package?”

“No! I mean yes, she is, but...God.”  I trailed off, trying to think of an elegant way to say this, failed.  The truth was I didn’t know the answer, and how was I supposed to say that in front of both of them?  I knew she was attractive, that she’d made me feel things.  That I would let her put her hands on me again in a heartbeat.  But did that mean I liked her?  The gargantuan size of the man I was addressing wasn't helping my thought process. Anthony looked easily ten feet tall now, and now that I was standing on the floor, that age old desire of mine was starting to come to life again.  Making my mouth dry, my knees weak.

“Samantha. What are you trying to say?”

In desperation, I said the one thing I was sure was true.  The words were forced almost violently from me. “Anthony, I like you more!”

His eyes went wide, body going slack. “You...?”

If you're going through hell, for God's sake keep going. “Yes Anthony, I do. For like, a whole year at least.  So look.  It all comes down to you. I've known...I mean I think that you like me too and...all I need to know is....” I gestured at my shrunken little body, threw up my hands. “...How do you feel about this?”

He looked at me, his expression impossible to read. His mouth closed slowly, the sound of his teeth coming together an audible 'click' in the silence. And that silence lasted so long that I began to count it. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...all the while feeling like a tiny little moron for baring my heart like this. What had I been THINKING?

It was on twelve-one-thousand when I felt a huge hand come down on my shoulder. I looked far, far up into the face of Tiffany Ardeen. Not as big and menacing as she'd been ten minutes ago, but from my vantage point, still freaking enormous. She was perhaps four feet tall now, which looked closer to eight to me.  If she was still shrinking, it was no longer noticeable. 

“Alright both of you, enough of that,” she said.  The words had the air of a school teacher who is tired of watching two students bicker. “I'll tell you how we're going to handle this situation.” She turned, wrapped an arm protectively around me, and pointed up at Anthony. “You, Mr. Spielman, are about to have two lovely, if rather petite ladies as house guests. This will likely continue for the foreseeable future, while Samantha and I recover enough height in order to make ourselves presentable.” She stopped, glared up at him evilly. “I trust you have no objections to this arrangement?”

Anthony laughed, though there was some nerve in the sound. The girl was shorter than his armpit, but she still apparently scared the bejesus out of him. “I suppose not, no. My place is a little messy at the moment, but....”

“That will do fine,” the little giantess interrupted. Tiffany spared him one last look, then turned, bent down to one knee, and surprised nearly three years off my life by pulling me into a hug. “Thank you for talking me down, sweetie,” she whispered, low enough that only I could hear.

“Any time,” I replied, struggling to put down the powerful twinge of excitement I felt as the much larger girl pressed her naked body against me. 

She stood, and once again addressed Anthony. “Get us anything you can find that we can dress ourselves in. I'll pack some growth serum, and later tonight Samantha and I will take our first dose.  It’s going to take weeks, and possibly even months to recover from this.  So we’ll just have to get used to each other.” Tiffany glanced at the clock over his shoulder. “And for God's sake, who's minding the front counter? It's almost five o'clock. We'll be getting our evening rush any minute!”

Honesty's Reward - Pt. 6

 

CW: Non-consensual, Dubious Consent, Some age-adjacent language ("little girl," etc), basically a 3000-word sex scene

Everything, absolutely everything in the room looked bigger. I guessed Tiffany's massage had cost me another five or six inches of height – quite a lot for an already super-petite lady to lose.  Though under the circumstances, it could have been much better.

Worse. I meant. Crap.

Tiffany laughed, a sound I could both hear and feel as she held me between her breasts. The giant girl spun me elegantly, setting me back on the massage table, face up. She looked me over appraisingly, clinically.  It made me feel like a new toy being examined for the first time. Finally she nodded, giving me that seductive little smirk of hers, and put her big hands on my shoulders. She squeezed gently, and began to work her way down my diminished body.

The back massage was over. It was time for the front.

It would've been so easy to give in, to lie back, to simply enjoy all this. I damn near did.  But at last, I spoke.

“Why?”  My voice was barely above a whisper as I looked up into her enormous blue eyes. “Why did you trick me? Tiffany, you’re already so much bigger.  It's not fair.”

The amazon girl shook her head, and placed one gigantic finger softly against my lips, shushing me. “I was going to overlook that you broke rule number one.  But number two as well?  Naughty-naughty!”

She reached for the jar of cream, which I now saw was labeled with a minus sign. I watched with mingled fascination and horror as she stirred her finger inside. “I think my precious little Sammie-Poo needs to be punished. And I know just how to do it. Going down, shorty.”

I grabbed her wrist, fighting with all my strength, but this was pointless. She overpowered me without any visible effort, and smooshed the cream against the hollow of my throat. There was instant heat, and suddenly the room was surging around me. The vinyl massage table spread wider, and Tiffany seemed to gain several inches of awe-inspiring, jaw dropping height. The grin on her face as she watched me shrink...huge, wicked, and, I was forced to admit, incredibly sexy.

I struggled, but her strong fingertips were dangerously close to my windpipe, and escaping was out of the question.  “Tiffany, no! Stop it! Let me go, I...I don't want to shrink. I don't want to....”

“Oh Samantha...don't kid a kidder. If you insist on talking about what you want, then I might as well give it to you.”

Before I had time to ask what she meant, she leaned down toward me.  A pair of enormous, wet lips pressed over mine. I froze, and made no pretext of fighting her.  This was easy to rationalize. She was too powerful – a muscular amazon, six and a half feet tall, and by now I was far less than two thirds her height.

So I gave in, let her have her way with me, on the pretense that the kiss was inevitable. Never mind how it felt.  Lips so much larger than mine, soft and sensuous as they covered my mouth completely. Forget about the sudden exaltation from that secret part of my mind that loved how much bigger Tiffany had become, and how much smaller I was now. And please overlook the fact that, the moment she kissed me?  The first words that came to mind were, 'At last!'

When our kiss ended, the giantess was still smirking. But the expression had lost its hard edge, and was almost kind. “Ah, but where are my manners? You asked a reasonable question.  Why am I doing this. It's very simple, Samantha dear. Because I like you. Because I think you're incredibly sexy. And because I want to have you for my very own.”

I set my jaw defiantly, staring up at the woman who now appeared nine feet tall. “So what, your plan is to shrink me until I'm incapable of resisting?”

Tiffany grinned wider, bent until her luscious lips were inches from mine. “You’re already incapable of resisting, dear.  No.  My plan is to shrink you, until you admit you enjoy being small.”

“But...but I don't!”

 “Bullshit.” She sat beside me, and let out a long, deep sigh. Was she...yes, the giant girl was actually nervous! “Listen Samantha. I didn't want to have to lay my cards on the table like this. I'm going to tell you something, something that I've never admitted to another living soul. I...okay.  I get…sexually excited by the idea...of being bigger than the people around me. Even more than that, by the idea – or in this case the actuality – of growing bigger. And apparently most of all?  By making someone else smaller.  I don't know if it's a power thing or...well, I won’t litigate my motives, at least not right now.  It is what it is.”

The giantess turned, looking deep into my eyes as I lay there on the table. “You...Samantha, are very special to me. Over the past few months my favorite thing in the world has been watching as, day by day, you've appeared to dwindle as I've grown bigger. It's had me thinking. Because you see, I've had this other formula. The by-product.  The shrinking serum, let’s call it.. And to be honest, the thought of you actually shrinking, getting smaller and smaller in my arms, becoming utterly helpless and dependent on me...well, it's kept me up at night. I'll put it bluntly. Right now, seeing you this way – naked, lying on your back, and so beautifully, perfectly tiny...it's making me absolutely, positively drenched.”

As quickly as the flipping of a switch, her manner changed.  Her smirk became wild, almost  predatory. The giant girl climbed onto the table with me, rolled sinuously to her hands and knees, prowled forward, grabbed my arms, trapped me beneath her like the little mouse I was. Teeth bared, she leaned closer, until she was so close that I could feel her breath tickling my ear. “Samantha,” she growled.  “I have a sneaking suspicion.  That maybe, just maybe? You feel the same way.”

Just as suddenly she was standing again, innocently flicking a stray blonde lock from her eyes.  “I'm right, aren't I? You’re enjoying this?”

There it was – the question I had avoided answering my whole life, even to myself, finally out in the open. “Tiffany....”

I lay there, not saying anything, barely even breathing for a long time. She waited me out.  And finally, eyes downcast in embarrassment, I nodded.

“Good.” Tiffany reached out to me, traced one long, almost double-sized finger along the length of my jaw. “As long as we're playing twenty questions, let me ask you another. I saw how soaking wet you were earlier...during your massage. When you spread your legs, and practically invited me in.  The serum does have certain aphrodisiac properties, but...even before you knew you were shrinking, you were turned on.  Was there a reason for this?”

Again I nodded, feeling a flare of heat from between my legs.

Tiffany took one of my tiny hands in hers, squeezed. “And why was that, precisely? Don't stall dear. Time is short, and if you can be truthful with me, well...honesty has its rewards.”

My voice cracked. “I...I get excited...I mean. The same way you do. Heights, and.  Stuff.  You've always done it to me, more than anyone else. And now, when you're so h-huge, and I'm so little....”

“I thought that might be the case.  It feels so nice, knowing I’m not the only one.” Tiffany ran her giant fingers through my hair, then slowly, so slowly, bent and kissed me again.  This time it was short and sweet, like a reward for a job well done. Her lips completely enveloped mine for less than a second, and then they were gone. “Now.  I've got you here, all alone.  And I'm dead-set on making you even smaller.  Let me guess.  The more I shrink you...the stronger that feeling gets. Is that right?”

It is possible to be so embarrassed that your entire body blushes. Did you know that? “I...earlier. A part of me.  Not all of me?  But a part.  Liked what you were doing. I wanted...wanted you to be bigger than me.”

She began to trace along the tips and edges of my breasts, at least E-cups by now if I’d been my normal size, and so, impossibly sensitive. The strongest burst of pleasure yet shot through my diminutive frame, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at the top of my lungs.  The sound reverberated around the tiny room.

“That's it Samantha, let it all out. You're doing so good. Just a few more questions.  Because this part is very important.  Didn’t you actually want to be bigger when you came in today? Wasn't four foot nine much, much too little? I thought...well….” Tiffany let her finger slide from my breasts, drift lower, down my trim little tummy, beyond.  “...That you wanted an antidote.”

The heat inside me had kindled. It felt as if I had a small sun trapped between my thighs. “I think I want this more.”

“Do you really? Hmm.” Now she was stroking the hot, tender flesh of my inner thigh. I was breathing hard, my pulse pounding fast at my temples.

“And to clarify a point, Little One.  You don't mind if I call you that, do you? I thought that earlier, you wanted me to touch you while you shrank.” The tip of one enormous finger grazed feather-light against my labia. I felt an instant gush of wetness, and let out a sharp gasp. “Touch you here, I mean. On your tiny.  Little.  Pussy.”

“Oh God Tiffany, I do! Please!”

“Of course sweetie,” she laughed, but then to my dismay pulled her huge hand away from me, and took a step back. “But one more question first.”

I watched her, biting my lip, my whole body trembling with need.

Slowly, Tiffany picked up the jar again, reached inside, and gathered another blob of the shrinking cream on the tip of her finger. The amazon held it up, inches from my face, her finger pointing at me like an accusation. “Even as tiny as you are...less than four feet tall...you want to be even smaller now.  Don’t you.  You want to watch the world grow gigantic around you, to see me stretch taller, and taller, as you shrink into a tiny, defenseless little creature.  My Little One.  Am I right?”

I could no longer make my eyes focus, but I nodded a final time. I leaned toward the offered finger, my mouth opening.  And generously, Tiffany let take it inside.  I sucked her greedily, taking in every last drop of the shrinking serum.

“There's my good girl,” Tiffany cooed.  “My Little One.”  She stroked my hair delicately as the first wave of tingling came. The feeling grew stronger, spread throughout my body. First my breasts ballooned larger, as if they were slowly filling with warm honey. My waist and hips and legs tightened.  And then, joy of joys, I began to shrink for her.

Tiffany moaned softly as she watched me dwindle, and stroked my little body with more intensity. “Aw, there you go sweetie. It's the first time you've ever allowed yourself to enjoy this, isn't it?  Done it on purpose.  Let yourself get smaller...and smaller...and smaller. Well, it's okay. Remember, I’m right here. To keep you warm and safe. Getting bigger, and bigger for you.  And I’m going to make you feel so, so good while you shrink.  Okay?”

Hands, each the size of a dinner plates, pressed against my shoulders, eased me gently onto my back.  Caressed me as I grew smaller.  A moment later something cold touched my stomach, and I had time to understand that Tiffany had placed a second drop of shrinking cream on me, before thought became impossible. Her angelic face hovered above mine, growing larger by the second, distorted by the strips of fog that were rising from my body.

“That's it Little One. Just keep watching me.  You like watching me while you shrink, don’t you?  That way, you can see me grow, and that way, you know just how small you're getting.”  She threw her head back, groaning in pleasure, and brought her chin down beside me on the massage table.  “Oh God Samantha,” she whispered.  “Just think of how much bigger than you I am.  I'm almost twice your height already!  And believe me, I'm going to make you much, much smaller before we're through.  I’m going to sneak you out of here in my purse, take you home, use you like the little toy you are.  Think about what that’s going to be like.  Being so small you can fit in my hand.  Or between my thighs. God.  Oh my God.”

Suddenly her hands came down upon the tender swells of my still-expanding bustline. Tiffany was merciless. She pinched, she rolled. She raked me with fingernails. She licked and nibbled and placed soft butterfly kisses against the ultra-sensitive undersides of my breasts. I shrieked in ecstasy, writhing back and forth, but Tiffany held me in place with only the weight of a single hand against my tummy, and all I could do was endure the torture of her attention.

“Aw, I'm sorry baby,” she drawled, her voice syrup-sweet. “Is that too mean?  I just want you to feel good, after all.  Well here, I’ll make it up to you.  I almost let you stop shrinking there for a moment. We can't have that, can we? No we can't!  My Little One is still much, much too big!”

The smell of lilacs.

“One for you.” For a full heartbeat I wondered what she meant, but then I felt her finger press directly against the rock hard bud of my left nipple, and acid pleasure dissolved through my body. My bust swelled. My body instantly contracted inward...and Tiffany grew. I howled, my hips thrusting uselessly at the ceiling as I shrank smaller.

Through the delirium haze of pleasure, I heard Tiffany laughing. “And one for you.” A matching surge from my right breast, another giant pulse of shrinking, and a sudden blazing heat that threatened to burn my little body to cinders.

It was too much.  I couldn’t make my hips stop thrusting, my hands balled into fists.  I had never experienced ecstasy like this, and she still hadn’t touched me between my legs!  

The moment that thought occurred to me, Tiffany was there. Grasping my upper thigh, easily wrapping her giant hand around the thickest part of it.  Forcing me to spread wider.  The smirk on her face had grown to titanic proportions. It was clear that she had passed that invisible divider, was now more than twice my height, was only getting bigger.

“Are you ready, my little treasure? I think you are. Oh my, yes. Look what a mess I've gone and made you! You must be almost out of your mind, Little One! Well, don't you worry. You're going to cum Samantha, and not just once. I'm going to make you cum with my finger, until you're too small for it to fit inside. And then? I'm going to use my big, wet tongue.”

She pulled harder on my thigh, lifting.  Now my butt was pointing skyward, the most intimate part of my body completely exposed to Tiffany's curious eye. “What a pretty little morsel you make. Get ready...because...here...you...come.”

Taking both my ankles between her thumb and forefinger, she reached down with her free hand, toward my very center. And then, at long, long last, I felt her inside. One giant knuckle traced a slow, gooey line right down the middle of my pussy, spreading my lips, entering me. The twelve foot girl laughed, though not unkindly, at my tiny little shriek of pleasure. She lifted her hand, made another pass, pressing harder.

“Little One, this is everything I hoped it would be. You're so tiny, so helpless, and you're all mine.” She was stirring now, my juices making a slick, wet sloshing sound. Then once, just once, the giantess pushed her entire finger inside me, a finger that felt bigger than any man I had ever been with, filling me to my very brim. My cry was ear-splitting – how could so much pleasure exist in the universe? I came explosively, my body spasming, twitching and shrinking as the giant girl diddled me to the highest point of bliss in my life.

“Aw. You look so cute when you climax, did you know that? I can make you do it again, and again you know, for as long as I want. I have complete control over everything about you now, and so I don't even have to ask your permission for this. But I will anyway.”

As soon as my eyes readjusted to the light I saw what she was holding: the green bottle. “How about it, my little love? Would you like me to put some of this...inside you? You'll get so, so much smaller, Samantha. And I promise...I'll make you come once...for every little inch you lose.  Say yes.  And let it be the last choice you ever have to make.”

An enormous glob of the grey, sweet-smelling stuff was already on her finger, was slowly drifting toward the throbbing cleft between my thighs. “Please Sammie-Poo? Pretty please?”  Her eyes were wide, her expression almost desperate.  As if she needed me to give in, almost as much as I needed her.  “Let me shrink you even more. You won't regret it...please?”

I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting the giantess see everything there was to see. Panting at her seductively.  I reached down, grasping my labia with both hands, pulling myself open. “Hurry!”

There was the sudden, sharp crunch of a key turning in a lock. The door swung open, crashing into the far wall. In the doorway stood Anthony, looking positively gigantic, surveying the scene like a character in an action movie.

No one moved. I stared at him, mortified.  Imagine your crush catching you in a position this compromising.  At just over three feet tall, spreading yourself for his boss.

Anthony looked from me, to the green plastic bottle, to Tiffany, to the goo-covered finger posed mere inches from my vulva. His face darkened. With a speed that I would never have suspected he possessed, he darted across the room.

Tiffany knew where he was going, tried to stop him. She lunged, but she had started awkwardly from her knees as she addressed me, and he deftly side-stepped her attack.  Anthony dove for the green bottle.  He grabbed it, twisted the top, and dashed out its contents.

All over Tiffany.