This choice: Shrink dale down to 3 inches.... • Go Back...Chapter #4Shrink Dale Down to Three Inches Tall by: Texienne   You type in, "Shrink Dale Down to Three Inches Tall."
After clicking 'Submit', you watch him with anticipation.
He suddenly asks, "What did you type?" but even as he's saying it, he's getting smaller.
With his voice growing high and tiny he yelps, "Stacy?" but he already can't get up on his feet because he's already less than three feet tall, and tangled up in adult-size clothing, which isn't changing size!
His little head disappears into his shirt and his necktie and collar crumple. His pants slide off the chair and fall to the floor.
It takes you a bit of searching to find him, a little mouse-sized naked man. You pick him up and place him on top of his crumpled shirt. He's shouting something at you, but you can't hear anything except a tiny peeping noise.
"Sorry, dear~! Can't hear you~!" you say to him, then think as you sit back down at the computer. To do what you want, you need to get naked, so you just type it into the box, "Make me naked."
Your clothes disappear in an instant! You're ready to play with Dale, but you're not completely ready. You want to bring your computer to the bed so you can keep using the program!
"Hm... " you pooch your lips and put your finger to them as you think. Then you type "Turn this computer into a laptop running this game, the latest model with a docking station, a 4K monitor and all the latest stuff!"
Instantly, instead of your dowdy old computer than can barely surf the web, you've got a brand-new setup nicer than Dale's or any of the kids! You squeal and clap your hands, then figure out how to unplug it from the docking station so you can carry it to the bed!
You set it there, then you come back and pick up Dale. He looks frightened as a giant woman grabs him and carries him to bed with her! But when you put him on the bed, he makes a break for the laptop that is sitting open with the game in view.
"Oh, no you don't!" you chide him, grabbing the laptop. Holding it out of his reach, you quickly type in, 'Nobody but me can use, move, copy or delete this program.'
You then lay back, putting him on your chest between your tits. He struggles to stand on the moving surface, with you breathing, so you pick him up and try putting him on your breast.
He's frightened of falling and grabs on to your nipple tip. You laugh, which causes him to slip, and he tumbles back down to your cleavage.
"Maybe I should've gotten those nipple rings you wanted me to get," you tease. Then you think, why not?
You reach over and type one-handed into the computer, 'I'm wearing a jewelry set that includes nipple rings, naval jewelry and..."
After thinking hard to remember what all Dale had asked for, you add, "... a clit ring. And it was all a gift from Dale, who spent as much money as he wanted to give me exactly the set of jewelry he likes to see on a naked woman."
The jewelry appears, and you gasp. Is this what Dale likes?
Starting from your gold and diamond earrings with teardrop diamonds that look like they're about two carats each, it's all crazy expensive, and there's a lot! The matching gold necklace has a teardrop diamond pendant that's even bigger! Below that are the requested nipple rings, which are 14 gauge solid gold rings passing through the holes you now have in your nipples!
But they aren't just there by themselves! Clasped to your rings, a pair of gold chains are stretching from the right to the left, forming a pretty arc between them, and another pair of gold chains connect them while looping behind to drape across your back!
In addition, hanging from the rings are two more teardrop diamonds on gold chain dangles!
Another diamond dangle hangs from your navel, and another pair of chains drape from the navel stud to pass around your waist.
Another much heavier chain sits lower on your waist, just above your hips, with gold coins dangling from it!!! Bangles made of the same gold coins wrap each of your wrists and ankles. They are heavy enough, you're certain they are real, solid gold coins!
You check your pussy and find a clit ring with a diamond ball there! And your wedding ring now matches it all with a giant rock of its own!
This jewelry set was his wedding gift to you!
You gape at the ensemble in the mirrored closet door for a bit, touching each piece. You then notice one more piercing you didn't ask for, a little diamond stud on the side of your nose.
Looking at the tiny Dale, you ask, "This is what you like? With rocks this big and this much gold, it would cost a million dollars!"
Although he's a bastard who cheats on you and he rarely makes love to you anymore, you're kind of touched by this. Then you giggle and tell him, "Well, now you have stuff to hang on to! Climb back up!"
He looks exasperated with you, but he grabs onto the chain that runs from one nipple to the other and uses it and the diamond dangle to climb back up, then hangs onto the gold hoop in your nipple. The sensations as he tugs on your nipple are delicious.
Checking yourself out in the mirror again, you admire the body jewelry. You have to admit, it's damned sexy to be wearing nothing but this much metal and rock, but you're thirty eight years old. It would look better on a younger woman.
A bubble of excitement wells up inside you as you realize you have the power to make that happen, and you roll over to type on the laptop. Poor Dale has to grab onto the diamond dangle to avoid being flung off. He's left swinging back and forth from your tit.
You eagerly type, "I have my seventeen year old looks and figure, before pregnancy."
Why seventeen? Because that's when you got pregnant with Tina and made Dale marry you. You have to go back that far to avoid stretch marks and mommy tits.
For the first time, it doesn't just happen. Instead, a window pops up. "Request creates reality conflict. Subject's offspring are older than the requested age. Calculating solutions."
After the hourglass spins for a moment, it displays the following:
"1. Terminate and Replace Current Identity"
"2. Delete offspring"
"3. Return offspring to womb"
You gape at the screen, then ask, "How come you didn't balk at a three-inch-tall man, but now you got a problem conflicting with reality?"
It's a computer program. It doesn't answer. And if Dale answers, you can't hear him.
The way he's hanging onto your nipple jewelry is kind of stimulating. You massage your tit and grin down at him as he struggles more to hang on.
"Well, I'm not going to delete my kids!" you retort. "And returning them to the womb... doesn't that mean I would be carrying triplets?!"
You select the first choice, 'Terminate and Replace Current Identity' because it's the only choice, really.
Another window comes up. "Select details for new identity."
And it gives you a bunch of choices. You don't want new parents, so you decide to keep your current ones. Your mama had the original you at thirty one, but now, she had you (as your younger sister) at fifty two!
You have to pick a name, so you are about to type in the name you would have given your next daughter, Tanya... but you don't want to change names. You select the option to rename your old self and keep your name for your new self. Now the old you is "Tanya" and you are still "Stacy"!
Next reality conflict is... You're seventeen, so you should be in school right now?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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