A shrinking story by shrink_meister2003
Re-write by horuvex



Ever wondered what it would be like to have your biggest fantasy come true?
No, I mean for it to really come true. Have you ever really considered the
consequences? Timothy Longman didn't; he was just too caught up in the idea
that he didn't think the whole thing through, didn't take into account real
world consequences.

Timothy was your average 25 year old guy. Granted, he was a very good-looking
guy. He was six foot tall, with a strong muscular body, dark hair and eyes and
a boyish face that melted every female heart. But Timothy was taken. He had a
girlfriend, Tanya, who he had been living with for almost a year.

Tanya was beautiful, most guys' sexual fantasy come true. She was tall, blond,
and buxom with the cutest bum and legs a guy ever laid eyes on. The two had a
relatively normal relationship, their sex life was great and they both had
good jobs. Timothy was a police officer and Tanya was a schoolteacher. After
dating for three years, they more or less knew everything about one another.
There was one thing though that Tanya didn't yet know about her boyfriend. He
had a fantasy. Something he had been obsessed with since he was fifteen.

He fantasized about being shrunk down in size gradually and of being
dominated, controlled and teased by a taller woman. Besides chatting online,
Timothy had never dared share this secret with anyone; he knew full well what
their reaction would be. It would sound weird, freaky. Timothy had a problem
though. Over the past few months this fantasy has pervaded his every waking
thought. It was starting to drive him insane. And it was starting to affect
his sex life. Tanya was a gorgeous woman, but he was becoming less and less
satisfied with their relationship for one reason: he was taller than her. He
felt so superficial when he thought about it. She was an amazing lady, so
caring and loving and sexy and funny ... but she was four inches shorter than
him, and that just didn't turn him on anymore. He wanted to look up to her, to
have her peer down at him and snigger at how small he was. Over the past week
or so he knew that Tanya had started to notice that something was wrong. They
were having sex less; he wasn't as flirty around her as he used to be.

One night Tanya came home from work to find Timothy sitting on the sofa
looking glum. It was his day off. He was sitting with his feet up on the
coffee table, a half-eaten packet of chips on his lap and a cigarette in his
hand.

"I thought you were trying to give up," she said, dropping her handbag onto
the chair and smiling at him.

He took a drag of his cigarette and blew a stream of blue smoke up to the
ceiling, then smiled back at her. "I am ... just not right now."

"You're a very naughty boy," she said, pretending to chastise him.

"Hey, you're not at school now, Miss Longman!"

She sat down next to him on the sofa. "I'm not Miss Longman yet, mister!"

"Yeah, well ... it's just a matter of time." He winked at her.

She laughed and put her arm around him, eyeing him up provocatively. Timothy
stared at the TV, his expression was sadder now. Tanya snuggled up to him, her
face on his chest and looked up at him, worried.

"Hey honey, you would tell me if something was up, wouldn't you?"

Timothy glanced down at her. "Yeah, sure, babe. Why do you ask?"

She thought for a minute then answered, "well, you just seem to have been a
bit ... off lately."

"Off?" he feigned a laugh. "What do you mean, 'off'?"

She ran her hand up and down his arm softly. "Oh, I think you know what I mean
... you just haven't shown as much interest in me lately. Don't you think I'm
sexy anymore?" She pretended to pout, jokingly, but he could see there was
more behind this. She was upset.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, I'm just having a rough patch
that's all; nothing to do with you." He tried to avoid her gaze.

"Hmmm, I think it's more than that. I just want you to know that you can talk
to me. You can tell me anything that's on your mind. You do know that, don't
you?"

He stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and mumbled, "yeah, sure, babe, I
know ... you know, I think I'm gonna turn in early, I have a headache." He got
up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

"It's only 6pm!" She got up to follow him.

"I'm tired ... I'll see you in the morning. Night." He closed the bedroom door
behind him.

Tanya slumped back onto the sofa and threw the half-eaten packet of chips
across the room. What the hell was going on with their relationship?

She decided to make a microwave meal and watch a movie on TV to try to take
her mind off things. She found it hard to keep her mind on the movie though;
she kept wondering what was wrong with Timothy. Didn't he like her anymore?
Had she done something to upset him? God, was he having an affair? Now she was
really paranoid; what if he was having an affair? That would explain his
behavior.

She looked back cautiously to the bedroom door. It was still closed. Then she
went to the computer and connected to the Internet. She was going to check his
email, something she would never have considered doing before, but now she
couldn't see any other way. He wouldn't talk to her.

When she accessed his email account, she was surprised. Most of the emails
where from some Internet group: [shrinkingfetish]

She frowned as she read the subject lines ... what the hell was this? She
decided to read some of them; after all, she could always mark them as unread
later. After reading through six or seven emails, she started to get a clearer
picture about this group. These people had some sort of fantasy about
shrinking and being shrunk. It seemed to turn them on sexually. Intrigued, she
decided to visit the website for this group. She joined the group and read
through some of the older messages. God, Timothy had posted quite a lot. She
pulled one of his messages to the group up:

I don't know what to do, I love my girlfriend very much but lately my
shrinking fetish has been playing more and more on my mind. It's like it's
consuming my whole life. I feel that if I could just experiment with it, or at
least talk about it then maybe I could get it out of my system. But Tanya is
shorter than me, and as much as I hate it, I find myself being drawn to taller
women more and more lately ...

And so it went on. Tanya sat in front of the computer, jaw open, confused,
amazed and hurt, all at the same time.

As she lay in bed that night, thoughts and ideas raced through her mind. She
decided that she wanted Timothy to be happy, at any cost.

* * *

The next morning, Tanya was awake before Timothy. She had a shower and got
dressed for work. She put on her four inch heels, which she didn't wear very
often, and woke Timothy up just as she was about to leave the house.

"Morning, gorgeous!" She said, kissing him. "Aren't you gonna get up to give
me a hug and a proper goodbye kiss?"

He smiled and rolled out of bed, still half asleep. As he moved towards her to
kiss her again, he realized that he was eye level with her.

"Hey! You're wearing your heels; they really suit you, you should wear them
more often."

Tanya giggled at how excited he seemed to be. "Maybe I will," she said,
hugging him. "OK, I got to run. I'll see you later." She left and Timothy
realized that he had an erection. He laughed and thought to himself that he
should buy her a pair of six-inch heels.

* * *

When Tanya arrived at school, she decided to see if Susana was in her
classroom. Susana was the head of the History department and she was also a
Wiccan Witch. She was one of Tanya's best friends.

As luck would have it, Susana was in her room. The two sat down and had a long
and interesting chat. Susana listened carefully as Tanya told her all about
Timothy's shrinking fetish. It turned out that there was a spell that they
could carry out right there and then in a few minutes. All it took was some
chanting and a photograph of Timothy. Tanya took a photograph out of her purse
and gave it to Susana. The two laughed and giggled like two schoolgirls and
disappeared into the stockroom with a candle, a spell book and the photograph.

* * * Later that morning, Timothy was standing outside the backdoor of the
police station with his partner Matt. They were on break and they always went
to that spot to have a smoke and catch up on the latest station gossip.

Timothy had been having dizzy spells all morning and at one point he thought
he was going to hurl. Luckily he didn't and he seemed to be feeling a bit
better now. It was amazing what a cigarette and some air could do. He was
slouched against the wall enjoying the end of his smoke.

Matt punched him in the arm playfully, "hey man, sure you're not gonna faint
on the job? Don't want to be out there with a little wuss."

Timothy laughed, "who you calling' little? I'm taller than you, short ass!"

They both laughed. Matt was 5'10, two inches shorter than Timothy and he was
never allowed to forget it.

"Short ass? You calling' me short, tough guy?" He faced up to Timothy and
squared his shoulders. Timothy laughed again and blew smoke in his friend's
face, standing up straight. "Yeah I ... " he stopped short. What the hell? He
was eye level with Matt. He saw the expression change on Matt's face too. He
must be standing on a slope or something. They both looked down at the ground
at the same time.

Timothy laughed nervously. "So, what's the deal, big guy? You wearing
different shoes or what?"

Matt looked confused. "No, man. Same old standard issue shoes. What, you
shrinking or something?" He looked his friend up and down.

Timothy didn't know what to say, he punched Matt in the arm and walked towards
the door. "Told you I slump sometimes." Matt smiled ... but he knew that
Timothy had been standing up as straight as he could. Weird.

That afternoon, Timothy and Matt were in the office doing their paperwork.
Timothy was in the middle of writing a report when he dropped his pen.

Matt looked up from his desk. "What's up, man? You OK?"

The dizzy spell passed quickly and Timothy nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, just
another dizzy spell that's all." He got up and went over to the shelves to
find a file he needed. He reached for the top shelf and stopped dead. He
couldn't quite reach it. What was going on? This was crazy. He had always been
able to reach the top shelf easily.

Matt saw what was happening and walked over to Timothy, put his hand on his
shoulder. "What's going on with you, dude? You sure everything's OK?"

Timothy turned around and found himself eye level with Matt's lips.

Matt looked down at his previously six-foot friend. "Shit, man! You are
fucking shrinking or something, this is crazy, look at you!"

Timothy was scared now; he didn't know what was happening or what to do. He
walked over to the other side of the office, away from Matt. He hated the
feeling of him peering down at him like that. That's when he noticed that his
pants felt a little loose.

"Fuck, this is ridiculous. This really can't be happening."

Matt was staring at Timothy as if he was an alien. "Well it looks like it is
happening to you, bro. You're somehow getting' smaller ... short ass." He
laughed and took the file Timothy needed from the top shelf and took it over
to him. "Here you go. I'd go see a doctor if I were you. In the mean time, if
you need me to reach anything for you, just ask."

"Shut up, Matt. You're not funny." He held his head. Another dizzy spell. When
it cleared, he walked back to his desk and as he was walking, his gun belt
fell down around his ankles.

Matt couldn't contain his laughter; Timothy looked so funny standing there
with his baggy shirt and his belt around his ankles.

Timothy grabbed for his belt and ran out of the office. He needed to be by
himself, to gather his thoughts. He ran into the bathroom, checked that no one
else was around and stood in front of the mirror.

Shit. He must have only been around 5'5 now. How was this possible? Was he
still shrinking? When would it stop? His shirt was hanging off his smaller
frame and he had to hold his pants up to stop them from falling. He sighed
loudly. He had to get out of here, go home and think things through. He was
too embarrassed to tell his boss, so he discreetly left the building and ran
to his car. He could call his boss from home. Tell him he was ill.

He cringed as he had to readjust his car seat, then drove away, tires
screeching. He had another dizzy spell while he was driving home. Luckily it
wasn't a bad one and he managed to stay focused on the road. Soon he was at
home. It was 3:30pm. He had over two hours to think things through before
Tanya got home. Tanya ... suddenly it hit him. With all the shock and the
panic, he'd forgotten that this was his wildest fantasy. This was what he had
dreamt about all these years, read stories and looked at pictures. He had
wanted to be shorter than Tanya and now he was. For real. He figured he was
around 5'5 now and who knew how much shorter he would be by the time Tanya got
home. But what would she think? How could he possibly explain this to her? He
couldn't even explain it to himself. Would she be able to accept him at this
height?

There was nothing he could do until she got home, so he paced the apartment,
watched some TV, paced some more, made some dinner (and realized he had to
tip-toe to reached some of the kitchen shelves now), and sat down to wait for
his girlfriend. As he ate he had another dizzy spell. He'd lost another inch.
It was now around 5:30; Tanya could be home any minute now. He was starting to
get anxious. Should he stand or sit? Maybe he should pretend to be asleep?

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" Her voice rang through the apartment like the tolling
of a bell. He went to stand, but decided to stay sitting in case he frightened
her.

Tanya paced through into the living room and stood there in front of him,
taller and more beautiful than ever. Man, he had forgotten that she was
wearing her heels. She looked like a giantess.

She smiled at him. "What, no hugs?"

He looked away, nervous. "Ummm ... ."

"What's wrong, hun? Come give me a kiss, it's been a long day."

Reluctantly he stood up and walked to her, watching for the expression on her
face. He was a full ten inches shorter than her because of the heels. He was
eye level with her collarbone, she was huge!

To his surprise, she threw her head back and laughed loudly. "How you doing
down there, little fella?"

"W-w-what? You're not surprised about this? Look at me! I don't know how this
happened, I'm so scared."

"Awww, it's OK my little man. I thought this is what you always wanted. I read
some of the messages from your shrinking group, I know all about it."

"You what?!" Timothy's face was bright red now. "How could you do that? Read
my private email?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, hun. Is tiny Tim mad at me? Why don't you punish me for being
a naughty girl? Ohhh, sorry, I forgot, you're too small to make me do
anything." She laughed again and Timothy didn't like it. It was an evil laugh.
A laugh that said you're mine now, shorty.

Timothy turned his back on her and was about to make his way to the bedroom
when he felt a big hand on his shoulder.

"Hang on a second, cowboy. You're not going anywhere. It's rude to walk away
from someone in the middle of a conversation." She pulled him back with
seemingly no effort. "Besides, I didn't get my kiss." She puckered her lips
dramatically and closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her.

Timothy gazed up at her lips far above him. He knew he couldn't reach them and
he felt smaller than ever.

She opened her eyes and looked at him angrily. "What are you waiting for,
pumpkin? I asked you to kiss me."

Timothy blushed and stammered quietly, "I-I c-can't reach."

"You're not even trying, short stuff. I want to see you try, c'mon!"

He stood on tiptoes, making himself as tall as he could but it was still no
use. She was way too tall for him.

Tanya laughed at the sight of him struggling to reach her lips and took pity
on him. She took her heels off, making herself four inches shorter.

Seeing that his girlfriend was still six inches taller than him barefoot made
his situation-hit home. He tried again to kiss her, straining on tip toes, but
he was still just a little too short to reach her full lips.

"Oh, come here, "she ordered somewhat impatiently, grabbing him and picking
him up so that he could reach her lips.

It was the strangest feeling for Timothy. He was used to being a six-foot tall
muscular man and now his girlfriend was picking him up without much effort. He
kissed her, tentatively at first, then more passionately. He realized at that
moment how much of a turn on for him this actually was. All of those memories
of fantasizing and dreaming of being shrunk came flooding back to him and he
found himself getting hard.

Tanya put him down and looking him up and down. She smirked seductively. "Has
little Timmy got a little hard on?"

Being degraded and talked down to like that made Timothy even hornier and his
erection strained against his loose pants. He was suddenly overwhelmed by
another dizzy spell and soon found himself two inches shorter. 5'0. He was now
a full foot shorter than he used to be.

Tanya noticed this and moved closer to him, forcing him to tilt his head right
back to see her face. He was now eye level with the top of her voluptuous
breasts. He could think of worse views, that was for sure! He could see her
hard, big nipples poking through the thin silk blouse.

"Go on, my short little cowboy, squeeze them. I know you want to."

He reached up and placed his small hands over her huge tits, enjoying the
feeling of their increased size. As he let go of his pants, however, they fell
down around his ankles and his hard dick was exposed.

Tanya squirmed under the touch of her little boyfriend's hands then stepped
back and took in the sight of his full hard on.

She giggled sexily. "I see your height isn't the only thing that's lost inches
today." She winked at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, peering down at his dick. Shit, his once eight-
inch cock was now only five inches long. His jaw dropped open as he took in
the sight of his newly sized member. He blushed again.

"Awww! Don't be embarrassed, little one. It turns me on that you are getting
smaller, it really does. I didn't think it would at first, but I love it." She
took hold of his little dick and ran her long nails lightly up and down the
hard shaft. She smiled at the look of total pleasure on his face.

Timothy looked down and saw how easily her big hand enveloped his little dick
and that made him really horny.

Tanya grinned wickedly and moved her hand to the head of his dick, lightly
tickling it with the tips of her nails. He was so turned on now that he
started to thrust his hips, trying to fuck her hand. She let him for a few
seconds, then moved her hand higher, just out of his reach. He stood on
tiptoe, an exasperated look on his face as he tried even harder to fuck her
hand. Again, she let him for a little while, then moved her hand even higher.

Timothy looked up at her pleadingly as he fucked thin air.

"You want to ask me something, tiny man?" She laughed at the sight of him
standing there with his little hard on.

"Ummm ... erm ... . Yeah ... I want you to jerk me off. I'm so horny right
now."

"I think the little man forgot a little word."

A pause.

" ... please?"

"Good boy, that's better." Tanya laughed and grabbed hold of her little
boyfriend's little member and began pumping. As she did, another dizzy spell
came over Timothy and he was reduced to 4'7 in a matter of seconds. He
realized that the more excited he got, the more he seemed to loose in height.
But right now he didn't care, he just wanted to cum. He peered up at the
giantess towering above him and reveled in the total control she had over him
right now. He was now eye level with her nipples and he clumsily undid her
blouse buttons as she jerked him off and realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He
took one of her big hard nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked, making
Tanya pump harder. A few seconds later he had an explosive orgasm and shot his
thick load all over her leg. As the last drops of cum dripped from his little
dick, he suddenly shrank down to just 4'0 tall.

Panting and disorientated, he clung to Tanya's leg and wept. "I'm so small, I
feel like a little boy."

Tanya looked down at Timothy, who was now eye level with her belly button. She
bent over, her melon-like breasts bouncing in front of his face. She pinched
his cheek. "It's OK, my little toy man. Everything's going to be just fine,
don't you worry. Let Momma Tanya take care of you, OK?" She picked him up like
a little child and carried him into the bedroom, placing him gently onto the
bed.

"Now you just relax, OK, little one? I'll even go and get your chocolates for
you so you can have a few and calm yourself down."

She returned a minute later and he ate a chocolate. It felt strange, it was
thicker between his fingers than he was used to and it even felt bigger in his
mouth.

He could see that Tanya was getting excited watching him eat at his current
size and he smiled nervously.

When he finished eating, he reached out for her tits and squeezed them,
running his little hands all over them. He used to be able to cup them in his
hands, but now they were more than he could handle. He decided to use his
mouth instead and kissed and sucked every last inch of her tits before moving
up to her neck and then kissing her on the lips. As they kissed he found
himself shrinking down to 3'6 and he actually felt his dick getting smaller.

He suddenly had an urge to pee, so he struggled to get down from the bed and
ran to the bathroom. After a few seconds, Tanya heard a little voice squeaking
from the bathroom.

"Babe, can you come and help me please?"

Tanya went to see what was wrong and as she opened the bathroom door she
almost fell down laughing. There was little Timmy, his tiny dick in his hand,
on tip toes trying to reach the bowl so he could pee.

"Stop laughing and give me a hand here. I'm bursting to go here!"

"OK, calm down, little man, mommy will help you go pee pee." She lifted him up
and took his tiny member in her hand and held it while he peed. She couldn't
believe how small it had gotten.

When he was done, she gave it a little shake and set him back down on the
floor.

"Is my little boy OK now?"

Timmy lowered his gaze to the ground and pushed passed her, making his way
back to the bedroom. Tanya was hot on his heels. She grabbed him and picked
him up.

"Oh cheer up, squirt! How about I give you a nice blow job?"

Timmy, who was now eye level with his girlfriend's pubic hair, was a little
reluctant to loose more inches. He could see little drops forming in the hair;
she was getting very turned on. But he figured he was going to get smaller
eventually anyway with his dizzy spells, so he gave in.

Tanya placed him on the bed again and her huge hot mouth came down on his tiny
prick. Before he knew it he was hard again and as she worked her giant tongue
over his minute member, he knew he wouldn't last long. He only lasted 30
seconds in fact, before he squirted small droplets of milky cum into her
waiting mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, and swallowed his diminutive load. As she did, little
Timmy found himself becoming even littler. He now stood at just 3'0 tall.

Tanya placed Timmy back on the floor and stood towering over him. She looked
down at him with a smirk on her face and laughed. She arched her back and
stepped closer to him. The little mite was now eye level with the top of her
thighs and she softly said, "Eat me little Timmy, make Momma Tanya happy, make
me into your Goddess and maybe I'll let you have more of me." She opened her
pussy lips with two fingers and grabbed the back of his head. Timmy began to
lap like a little pet between her legs, his head tilted back and standing on
his tiptoes as he licked her.

She moaned and groaned as his tiny tongue worked its way around her pussy, but
she realized she would have to bend down slightly for him to reach her clit.
Soon little Timmy's face was covered in her hot juices and Tanya was on the
verge of an orgasm.

"Yes little Timmy, eat Momma Tanya out, and please your big girlfriend!" Tanya
panted and looked down at her boyfriend, her eyes glazing over with lust and
she slid her long nailed slender fingers into his hair and pushed his face
into her pussy and then orgasmed all over his face.

Once she released him she giggled and he felt dizzy, he shrunk again, and
found himself looking at her thighs in a slick stupor. He licked his lips,
tasting her and then looked up at her. She stood with her hands on her hips
looking down at him with and wicked grin, she purred softly, "I'm gonna shove
you up my cunt Timmy."

"What?!" He gasped in terror and stepped back from her.

Tanya stepped closer with a look of lust in her eyes and squatted in front of
him, her eyes still higher than his. Her bulging pussy lips spread as she
grabbed him and leaned back against the wall spreading her knees wide. Timmy
began to struggle now, his girl friend was treating him like a pet, and she
had become some sort of maniacal bitch Goddess.

"Shhh ... . calm down little Timmy, Momma Tanya just wants to ... to ... oh
fuck it." She shrugged and laughed evilly with a chilling smile. "I just want
to feel you squirm like a dildo in my pussy you little brat Timmy." Hugging
him close Timmy felt dizzy and he stood there staring at her belly button as
she sat on her ass with her legs spread, clutching him tight. Tanya spread her
pussy lips again and pushed Timmy closer and then let go. He stood there in
front of her pussy and she urged him, "Come on little dildo, little fuck toy,
and get inside Momma Tanya."

He stepped up and climbed up her pussy using the hairs and she shuddered with
pleasure. She couldn't believe he was doing it willingly; it made her so hot
that she had a dildo that she could order around. With his legs in she looked
down at him, squirming in her and climaxed softly once, then she smiled a soft
almost loving smile and put her index finger on his head. "Bye bye dildo boy!"

With a quick shove he disappeared inside Tanya's wet pussy and was never seen
from again ... .