“Jack, what happened?” Lucy asked, as she placed you on her bed and locked the door. She sat down next to you, and continued, “You’re only about half as tall as you usually are, and, my gosh, I’m bigger than you are!”
“Well,” you said, as you turned to look at her, and discovered that you were looking right at her cleavage, the thin material of her swimsuit doing little to disguise her well-formed breasts, with their very obvious indicators of her interest. Unable to pull your eyes away, you shrank another foot in height as Lucy watched.
“I thought so!” she said. “It has something to do with me, right?”
“Yes, Lucy,” you said, “when I get… turned on… and I’m not fully on guard, I shrink.”
“I’ll bet that happens a lot when you’re around Sam, doesn’t it?” she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she went on, “Do you like it when it happens?”
The question surprised you - not even Samantha had ever asked if you liked to shrink - and you looked up into Lucy’s eyes, so like Sam’s, that were full of caring. “Yes, Lucy,” you said, “when I’m with someone who cares for me, I do like it.”
“You know that I care for you, right? Would you like to shrink some more?”
You took a moment, and said, “Yes, Lucy, I really would.”
“How little would you like to get, Jack?” Lucy asked.
“Well, Sam always liked it when I was at about an inch tall, but I’ve always wondered how small I could get. But I’d like to get REALLY small with you, Lucy, if you’d like. But this can get kind of… intimate.”
Lucy blushed all the way down to the tops of her breasts, and said softly, “At that size, you can get as intimate with me as you want. Let’s see if I can figure out how to make you smaller.” She turned around, and said, “Jack, would you unzip me, please?”
You were just able to grab the zipper tab before you shrank again; as you hung from the zipper tab, your weight pulled the zipper down until you were on the bed again, and you finished undoing the zipper. Your best guess was that you were at this point only about 10 inches tall.
Lucy turned back toward you and, pulling her arms out of the shoulder straps, slid the top of her suit down so that her teardrop-shaped breasts, along with their fully erect nipples, were exposed to your view. “Wow, you shrank some more…” she began to say, and fell silent as she saw you shrink another four inches. “You really did!” she said. “Do you want to play with my boobs a little?”
“You bet,” you said. “Go ahead and lie down, face up, and then put me up on top of you, OK?” She did, and you climbed up on her right breast and started stroking her nipple. “Ohhhh,” she sighed, “that feels so good.” At your height, you could make out the tiny milk ducts in the nipple; after a few minutes, you switched your attention to her other breast.
After a few minutes, you noticed her looking at you, and she said, “You’ve gotten pretty small,” and she was right; you were now only about three inches tall. “So how do you get down to an inch with Sam?”
“Well, when I get down about this small, she drops me into the front of her panties, and then kind of rubs me past her labia and inside of her; at that point, she’s pretty much in control.”
“But I’ll bet you’d like to do more than that, Jack, wouldn’t you?” She picked you up gently and placed you on the bed, and removed the rest of her swimsuit, causing you to shrink by another inch. Then she reached down and picked you up again, and raised you to her face. “If you go inside of me, Jack, will you be OK? You’re not going to suffocate, or drown, or anything, are you?” You replied, “Well, I haven’t so far.”
Lucy grinned, and said, “OK, then I want you to go up inside me as far as you can, but don’t go any further than my cervix; I think it’d be hard to get you out of there.” You said, “I’ve never been inside Sam’s cervix, because I was always too big; hopefully I can shrink far enough to get inside yours.” She didn’t reply, but brought your tiny body to her lips for a full-body kiss, then she laid down, brought her knees up, separated them, and placed you just above her clitoris. “The stage is yours, Jack!” she whispered.
Her clitoris was fully out of its hood, and as you touched it it was like an earthquake as Lucy’s body shook. The fleshy prominence was about knee-height to you, but as you watched it was apparently slowly growing - and you realized this meant that you were steadily shrinking. The aroma of Lucy’s excitement was pervasive, and your surroundings were becoming wetter and more slippery by the moment, as her fluids spread.
By the time you lost your hold on her clitoris, it was apparently over half your height, which meant that you were already less than an inch tall - and you hadn’t even penetrated Lucy’s vagina yet. You dropped, landing with a muted “sploosh” in the fluids of her vaginal entrance; you were able to swim after a fashion a short distance into her most intimate tunnel, where you were faced with her hymen; luckily for you, it had a lumen in it large enough for you to pass through without damaging it.
Dropping back down to the floor of her vagina, you slid down all the way to her vaginal vault; directly ahead of you was her cervix. You had many times faced Samantha’s cervix, but you had always been about the same size as it; now, Lucy’s cervix loomed ahead of you apparently taller than a 10–story building! In its center was a passageway about as wide as you were tall, letting you know that you were now less than an eighth of an inch tall.
Luckily, the surface of her cervix offered sufficient hand- and foot-holds to permit you to climb to the passageway, but you wondered: If I go in there, will I be able to get back out?
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