This choice: 6"4 Woman, With Solid Black Hair in a Ponytail and Sporting Muscles • Go Back...Chapter #26"4 Woman, With Solid Black Hair in a Ponytail by: 3l33thax0r   John breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing the cam girl from the bar as the door swung open. She stood taller than him, something he hadn’t noticed when they were sitting down last Friday. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, the ends dancing just off the crest of her collarbone. A majority of her body was exposed to the evening air, with only a sports bra and tight-fitting shorts wrapped around her. John mentally strained to maintain eye contact, his eyes pleading to wander across the toned landscape of the woman before him.
“Holly, right?” He asked, allowing his gaze a quick glance down her body. A pair of perky breasts were restrained at eye level to him, the bra pushing them together in a tight bundle of cleavage.
“What, you worried I gave you the wrong address or something?” The cam girl giggled, seeing the tension in John’s face leaving as she spoke. “You’re such a cutie, and just in time too! I’m about to get started. Come on in!”
Holly stepped aside and ushered John in with one hand, bracing the other against the door to hold it open for him. He took a few steps inside and looked around. It was a spacious apartment, with a small kitchen off to the left and a more open room to the right. Holly walked ahead of him towards the right, leading him into where she filmed. Scattered around the room was an exercise bike, a yoga ball and mat, and some barbells. In the far corner sat a couple of cameras, a laptop, and a ring lamp that bathed the room in a pale white light.
So, how about we get right to it?” Holly purred, running her hand down John’s back. “You sure you don’t mind a little audience, right?” Her fingers tugged up at his shirt, and John responded by lifting it off over his head. While not toned to the athletic level that Holly was, he had enough definition to give her fingers something to trace along as he exposed his upper body. He shook his head; a camera or two wasn’t going to bother him too much, if that was the price to pay for some action with Holly.
Holly planted a soft, warm kiss on John’s neck before taking a slow step back. She smiled and walked over to the kitchen, scooping up a small shiny object from the counter. John’s eyes never left her body, watching her move swiftly and smoothly as she spun on her heels and walked back towards him. He almost didn’t feel the needle poke his arm as she tapped the metal object against his bicep.
“Wait, what was that?” He asked, tearing his gaze away from Holly and eyeing the metal rod in her hand. She giggled and set it down next to the laptop, then turned to face him.
“Oh, it’s just something to make today a little extra fun, that’s all.”
John raised his eyebrows. “You mean like some male birth control or something?”
Holly shook her head, her ponytail swishing back and forth. “You’ll see, cutie.”
A tingle spread out from John’s arm, quickly trickling down his other arm, then running down his spine. John blinked a few times, feeling like his body was pulling inward on itself. His vision blurred for a moment, then steadied.
“What the hell…”
Everything around John was enormous. Holly’s room stretched out in every direction, like a sports stadium. A pair of sneakers walled him in on both sides, and as he glanced behind him, he was met with a crumpled hill of denim. He took a step forward, feeling the cool hardwood beneath his feet. John paused, slowly looking down at his naked form. The puzzle pieces in his mind began to fit together as his heart raced. Holly had shrunk him!
The smiling woman bent down and quickly scooped up the tiny man. He was maybe three inches tall, just enough to fit in her fist with his little head poking out.
“Oh, this is perfect!” She whispered under her breath, the wind from her words blowing over John and ruffling his hair. Holly gathered up John’s discarded clothes with her free hand, pushing them aside and out of view from the cameras. She set John down next to the laptop, her fingers quickly typing in a string of characters to unlock it. A few clicks later, and the little red lights on the cameras came to life. John could see a pair of views on the screen, one from each camera. The left view was from the camera pointed right at him, and John’s hands instinctively moved to cover himself as he realized the compromising position he was in.
Holly picked up the other camera, holding it in front of her face as she bit her lip.
“Good afternoon, my sweeties,” she cooed into the lens. “Today, I have a very special guest to help spice up the show. Show some love for little John!”
John glanced at the screen. Already, more than a few viewers were responding, their little lines of comments scrolling up the screen.
‘holy shit, she actually did it! XD’
‘LOL look how small he is!’
‘Wish that was me  ’
‘RIP little dude, lol’
Holly knelt down behind John, her expansive cleavage swallowing up the view behind him. She wiggled her breasts teasingly at the cameras, before turning her gaze back to the one in her hand.
“So, what should we start with for a warmup, the exercise ball, or the yoga mat? Dollar for a vote, you have one minute!” She leaned closer to John, her restrained boobs pressing on the top of the table and eating up some of his space. “And John’s going to have his own little warmup session while we wait.” She winked at the camera, and tapped a few keys on the laptop, starting the one minute timer.
John looked up as Holly spoke, just in time to see her fingers pinch his sides and hoist him into the air. He shouted for her to stop, but her hand quickly dove towards her chest. John’s cries were quickly silenced as he was squished head first into her cleavage.
Holly let out a small moan, making sure to keep her chest in full view of the cameras. A pair of tiny kicking legs poked out from between the swelling breasts. Her free hand groped along the full curve of her left breast, gently squeezing it and compressing the soft flesh around her tiny boy toy. Her eyes glanced at the screen, watching the timer count to zero as the votes trickled in.
A soft ding signaled the end of the minute, and Holly fished John out from between her boobs. She gave him a long, slow kiss, smearing his upper body with a thin sheen of saliva. He sputtered and wiped his face as she pulled him away from her lips, a teeny strand of spit stretching out between his neck and her lower lip before snapping.
“Why don’t you read the results for our dear viewers, John?” Holly purred, turning her hand to face John towards the screen. He rubbed at the thick saliva on his face, clearing his vision. His mind was a blur, all the attention from Holly was drowning out the little voice in his head that was trying to warn him, alert him that something about this wasn’t right. He looked at the screen, finding the results counted up at the bottom of the screen. It was a close call, but the winning choice was flashing in clear blue text.
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