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I gotta tell ya...I'm
absolutely incredibleized. Sitting here at 24 inches tall, weighing less
than 25 pounds, and under
the knowledge that I could continue to shrink as much as two
or three more inches and
lose as much as two or three more pounds. I hate being reduced
to this, but I gotta admit,
given my situation, it could have been alot worse.
Now that I've got your
interest, I guess I need to backtrack a bit...
My whole life, I've been a
man who has always seemed to be in charge of my destiny. In
all of my relationships,
whether it be friend or foe, family or friends, I've always taken the
lead. I remember walking
into a bar with my friends, during the week that I turned twenty
one years old, and
exclaiming 'Who would I like to leave with tonite.' Times sure have
changed, as it's not my
choice anymore; But i digress.
Back in those times however,
life was great. I remember, picking up a nubile young
number, dancing with her,
and running my fingers down her breasts and young buttocks,
pulling her close. She was
the innocent one, I the masculine, tough guy. But I loved the
girls: To my credit, I
always had to like the girls I ended up with. I never slept with a girl
that I didn't like on some
level. It was wild, but in some humane way, I had a desire to be
wanted or liked, unlike some
of my friends, who basically wanted to get laid in some way,
shape, or form.
But here I am, on my
stepdaughter's lap, about ready to explode. She's wearing the
softest, shiniest and
silkiest negligee I've ever felt. At her insistence, I've got my hands on
her silk covered breasts
(Not only that guys, She's five foot two, ninety five pounds,
nineteen years old, and damn
cute). Ya gotta realize that she's holding me with my legs
around her waist, a hand
cupped under my right thigh, and the other hand holding my
head. I've never been kissed
like this, not even in my 'bigger' days. I try to tell her that I'm
about ready to explode; She
tells me 'You're my little angel, it's OK and mommy loves
you. Don't hold back
babydoll, I'll understand. Tide's cheap honey; you're not.' .As she
said that, she pressed my
thigh just slightly, which caused the silky folds of her negligee to
softly caress my over excited member. That little move was all it took. Upon
explosion, I apologized for not being able to exercise better control. Her
response to this was simply
to press me closer to her
silky bosom, and to assure me that she took my lack of ability to
control myself as an extreme
compliment. Then she took my chin between her thumb and
forefinger, and tilted my
head so that our eyes met. I could see that she was very sincere.
She asked 'Are we a happy
little camper?' I said 'yes, of course,' and she said, 'I just
didn't want my little angel
doubting my sincerety.' 'Now come along with me and help me
pick out another negligee.'
With that, she set me down, grabbed my hand (Hard to believe
that I could completely
encircle her little hand with mine a few weeks ago) and led me to
her closet. Man, do I
digress or what? (As if you care at this point). We'll get back to this;
I think she likes me.
I got married at the age of
24. It was a traditional situation...I was of the football crowd,
but so was she. We always
knew our roles. She was Mother and wife, I was Father and
husband. Over the years, we
had four children, three boys and one girl. I was always the
one to make decisions, not
necessarily out of choice, but really out of necessity. Believe it
or not, I changed over the
years. I came to love and respect women who had the ability
to think and act as
individuals.
My wife didn't change with
me. She thought I was nuts, and couldn't understand why I
wanted to move on after
fifteen years of marriage. I told her I wanted to be with a woman
who had learned the concept
of independence and/or free will. It was sad actually. All our
lives, she had relied on me
to make the appropriate decisions. To this cause, out of
necessity, I done (sic) just
that (I ain't dumb). I decided divorce was not only appropriate,
but actually the best move.
Sex with my wife was always
kind of a Wham, Bam, thank you Mam sort of affair. She
never seemed to like it, and
to tell you the truth, it was sort of a lonely process for me.
Necessary of course, but
lonely. I longed to be with someone that I truly cared for. I was
surprised by my longing for
true romance. I would listen to friends who would brag about
banging a bunch of different
women, and believe me, I've had my share, but I honestly
had to like the woman I was
with to have a truly good time.
To make up for the
lackluster nature of our sex, I relied on my imagination. I was not the
type to go out and cheat,
although I did have my share of opportunities and actually
thought about it on a
regular basis. Initially, I refused to cheat on a moral basis; By the end
of our relationship, I
refused out of fear that my children would place blame on me for our
divorce. In any case, I did
not venture out in this area until we were officially divorced.
As previously indicated, my
wife was very traditional, and because of that, had absolutely
no problem with me being in
control of our daily events, including sex. In fact, that was the only way she
knew how to live. For the first few years, I concurred and ran the show.
She complied of course.
After the first few years, with relative boredom setting in, I
decided I needed to spice
things up a bit. Since I did not believe in cheating, and because
my wife was not exactly a
voyeur in this area, I had only myself to rely on. You've
probably come to the
conclusion that I seem to have a thing for the female form clothed in
soft, shiny, silky material.
Somehow, I think this goes back to my childhood. In any case,
I bought my wife several of
the softest, and silkiest gowns and negligees I could lay my
hands on (no pun intended),
and presented them at any occasion I could think of
(Sometimes just because I
was a great guy).
There was one gown I was
particularly impressed with. It was long (ankle length), white,
and pure silk. Before I go
any further, I need to qualify something. I know I mentioned
that my life with my wife
became boring, but it's not because she was unattractive. On the
contrary, she was, and still
is, quite striking. At five foot, seven inches tall, and never over
115 pounds, except while
pregnant, firm, full lucious breasts, flat stomach, beautiful hips,
rear end, and
legs...physically, she's a gorgeous gal. We just couldn't connect mentally
after a while.
Anyway, regarding the gown,
I was particularly impressed with the way Jeannie filled it
out. I remember the way her
hair fell around her shoulders, around the spaghetti straps
which held the silky fabric
to her body, and down to the top of her firm, ripe young
buttocks. Her breasts were
full and somewhat animated, her nipples protruding like
beacons through the sheer,
silky fabric. The gown clung to her firm supple hips and
buttocks, allowing the
outline of her cheeks to shine on through. No matter how many
times we played out this
scene, I was always mesmerized as I approached her from
behind. I would slide my
hands over her hips, past her tummy, and right up to her luscious
breasts, and pull her in to
me. At five foot, eleven inches tall, this worked out to a perfect
fit. Her tush would slide
right in under my erect member, and to tell you the truth, I always
became a virtual slave at
this point. Ya gotta realize...holding her ripe, firm breasts, my
face in her silky, auburn
hair, and my wang buried in pure silk cheeks...Man, I'm
digressing again.
You're probably wondering
why I had a problem with all of this. After reflecting on what
I've just written, maybe I'm
wondering too. At the time, and even now, it just wasn't
enough. There was no
soulmate connection. I needed more. Aside from those few
moments, there was nothing
else. Even then, it was just a horny me doing what I had to
do to satisfy myself. And in
a way, I guess I used her beauty to get ultimate satisfaction.
Unfortunately, it was a
temporary fix, and not a long lasting, love based cure.
You're probably asking,
where the hell are you going with this? I think all of this is
important if you want to
truly understand the nature of the problems I face right now. I ask
that you bear with me as,
should this ever happen to you, at least you'll have been
forewarned.
There is one point that I
have neglected to mention, which may be of particular interest to
the people who frequent
these channels. Even though I've spent the majority of my life
(I'm mid forties) at five
foot eleven, I've always wondered what it might be like to be a
much smaller man. I've
always considered myself to be a very macho, and somewhat
tough guy (Go Raiders), but
for whatever reason, am intrigued by the idea of being say,
twenty to twenty five inches
tall, and being cared for by a woman, preferably with a very
strong maternal instinct.
Not that I necessarily want to be mothered and/or babied...I have
far too strong a normal
sexual urge to be treated like that. But rather, I'd like to be cared
for by someone who
understands that I'm far too little to care for myself, but still have all
the normal sexual desires of
a real man. I realize that I may have to give up some of the
control that I'm normally
accustomed to having, but in exchange I know that I'll be cared
for in a loving and
respectful manner. Of course, this is not what I truly wanted; it was just
fun to think about. To
actually be a little guy, and totally dependent on a woman would be
out of the question.
Considering what I've described above, isn't it ironic that I'm in my
current situation? But I
digress.
I remember cupping my wife's
silky breasts from behind, getting lost in her locks, and
allowing my swollen member
to slide between her silky butt cheeks and thinking, what
would happen if I were to
suddenly shrink to about 23 or 24 inches in height? What
would she do? I remember
pondering this question and thinking, 'If I were to ask her that,
would she think I was a
freak?' After confronting her in this situation a number of times, I
finally worked up the
courage to ask her THE question. So, as I held her from behind, I
popped the question, 'Honey,
what would be your reaction if I were say, a little man'
Predictably, she responded
by saying 'What in the hell are you talking about?' I
responding by saying that I
had seen people with certain disabilities on the television, and
this was one that peaked my
curiosity. She then asked why, and I said that it was just
curiosity, but that we could
drop it if she'd like, to which she replied, 'How little?' I was
surprised, but responded
'Say twenty to twenty four inches.'
I should have known better.
When she asked 'How little?' I should have at least made a
mental note of it. I realize
that I've got an unusual interest in the giantess/shrinking
scenario, but the average
person does not. I guess I got caught up in her answer, and did
not see a reason to
contemplate any warning signs. Actually her answer was so surprising
I could only think of the
role playing possibilities. When I answered twenty to twenty four
inches, she said 'How would
we pay our bills, you couldn't possibly work...Are you
talking about a permanent
situation, or would you just be my little lover for a short time?' I said, 'What
if we don't know, we'll have to see?' She responded by saying that 'In all
reality, if you were to
shrink to twenty inches, we'd have to be doing a lot more of this.'
When she said that, she held
her hands out in a holding or cuddling position. I said, 'What
does that little gesture
mean?'
She then told me that 'I
don't necessarily believe in all of this fantasy, but obviously you
have some interest. I don't
know if it's just because you're insecure with our relationship,
or possibly because you
doubt my love for you. Maybe this 'little man' crap is just a cover
up for your insecurity. But
let me play along. I will state that if you were to shrink to a
height of twenty to twenty
four inches, you'd be essentially helpless. My maternal instinct
would kick in big time. You
most likely would not be able to carry your load financially,
because you'd be too little
to work. I own my house, and make a pretty good living. Let's
face it, things would have
to change in major ways. Right now you're the macho big time
guy, with a macho big-time
paycheck. If what you're proposing ever turns out, you'd
likely have to be totally
dependent on someone, both physically and financially.'
'I am totally committed to
you, and would not hesitate to take charge of you and your
situation. Like I said, my
maternal instinct would kick in big time.' I then asked her what
she meant by that, and she
replied, 'Like I said, things would have to change dramatically.'
In a smart ass sort of way I
said 'Who the hell for, you or me?' She seemed to grow tired
of the conversation at this
point and stated, 'Let me sum it up for you...Like I said, I'm
playing along with you, but
if you were to shrink down to the size of a doll, I'd treat you
like one. I'm totally
committed to you, and will always take care of you. As I said, things
would change; we'd be doing
a lot more of this (Hands extended in a holding/cuddling
way). With the maternal
instinct kicking in, I don't think I could resist picking you up,
cuddling and protecting you
at every possible juncture. I just don't think I could help it,
like I said, it's maternal
instinct. I would hope that you could get used to this treatment, as
it would only be out of my
love for you that you have to accept it (You wouldn't have
much choice). Believe me,
you'd be most intimately familiar with my breasts over the next few weeks.'
'Most of your life would be
spent on my lap, by my side in bed, or maybe riding my hip in
the kitchen while I'm doing
my chores. Oh, don't think you won't be doing your share of
chores, I'll put you to
work. But from your perspective, the world would be a huge,
possibly unmanageable place.
You'd need a lot of help. That's where I come in. Don't
think I wouldn't enlist some
help. You know my daughter (Michelle) gets out of school
over the winter break, and
would love to help take care of you.' Anyway, this is all
conjecture at this point, I
really don't know why it was ever brought up.' I know it's
somehow important to you,
and therefore I'm glad we discussed it, but it's just a fantasy
issue, so can we drop it?' I
decided to let it go at that.
This is a true a digression.
As I was writing, the neighbor girl walked by. Not in my
control baby. Will be back
on point over the next few days. Hope it's not moving too
slow. Let me know.
I never brought up the issue
with my wife again, but I made a point to continue
worshipping her from behind.
I loved holding her that way, but I don't think she ever really appreciated or
enjoyed it. She was graced with the body of an angel, who could make
heads spin, but never
exhibited much sensuality. Pure beauty doesn't always do it. I did
however, get her to stand on
a milk carton one time, on the premise that it might be kind
of wild and/or kinky to make
love standing up. Of course, under this premise I was only
breast high to her. Knowing
the mindset of the people in this forum, I'm sure you can all
relate when I say that I
allowed my imagination to run wild. I'm digressing again.
We divorced not too long
after the aformentioned activities. In doing this, of course, I
took the lead. My wife,
being the follower, never really contested anything, but rather just
went along with the program,
which in my mind was a major part of our problem. I so
desired that she get in my
face, show some passion, maybe tell how she felt, or maybe tell
me where to go. I'd have
taken anything at that point. But it wasn't forthcoming. I
assumed that she just didn't
care...what I didn't realize at the time was that she was very
much in love with me, and
deep down had a burning passion for us. She just didn't know
how to express her feelings
at the time. Believe me, she'd eventually learn how to express
her feelings in a way that
did not exactly make me feel like a 'happy little camper.'
After the divorce, we both
moved on. After a few unceremonius dates, I met a registered
nurse and fell in love. To
this day, I haven't loved anyone as much as I loved Billie. It was
absolutely amazing. We'd get
together on a Friday night, with dinner on her stove. In my
fashion, I'd grab her from
behind (I love the female butt...I can't help it, as I mentioned
previously, the right female
butt can turn me into a virtual slave). I'd appear at six, and we
wouldn't eat until eleven,
which did not bother me in the least. As a medical professional,
Billie dedicated her
professional life to making people feel better. I especially enjoyed
those times of the month
when she felt uncomfortable with sex in the traditional manner
and decided to take care of
me using alternatives. I can guarantee you, we're talking a
couple of hours here, all
done with loving care. As corny as this sounds, that was the most
important part.
Jeannie ended up initially
with a prick. I actually had to help her out with her initial beau,
as I guess I still cared in
some way, and I was concerned for my kids. Eventually
however, she found a guy I
actually felt I could have been friends with, had our situation
been different. I took full
custody of our four children and asked for some remuneration to
cover living costs. We
actually agreed to an amount, and because she ended up
committed to the new guy,
and since he was the type who did not want arguments in his
life, I received a small
token of her appreciation on a monthly basis.
While my ex-wife's situation
blossomed into marriage, mine soured. Her ex-husband had
left her for another woman,
and she was convinced that I would eventually do the same.
We tried counseling, but the
last time we went, I looked at her and said, 'You know, you
don't trust me.' Her
response was, 'I trust you now.' I asked what that meant and she
replied 'I trust you now,
but you'll change, it's only a matter of time.' I asked, 'Are you
convinced of that?' She said
yes, and I said good bye. I hated to do it, but didn't feel I
had any other choice. Which
brings us to my current predicament.
Back to reality. I guess I
screwed up big time this week. I was in the house by myself (My
girlfriend of four years was
off to work for the morning only-Since she'd been granted
legal custody of me, she'd
cut down to part time hours). I was extremely bored, tried
reading and watching
television, but couldn't stand it. When the newspaper boy threw the
paper onto the front lawn, I
got anxious. I knew that I was not supposed to venture
outside without proper
supervision. According to both my girlfriend and the authorities,
this was absolutely taboo.
However, since I was bored almost to tears, and because it
was a very quiet morning, I
figured that no one would notice. I tore off as fast as I could,
leaving the front door open
just a bit so that I could get back in without trouble.
Unfortunately, nothing seems
to go as planned. I got the newspaper, turned around and
started running back toward
the door, but somehow tripped over the protruding sidewalk,
ramming my mouth into the
ground and feeding myself a bluegrass sandwich.
'Are you alright Mr. Smith?'
I was horrified. Here I was with a mouth full of grass, and I
was terrified that I had
been discovered in a place where I should not have been. What a
turn of events. Prior to my
shrinking I would have been concerned about my physical well
being after such a fall. At
this point, that was the least of my concerns. I didn't want the
people who were responsible
for me to know that I had ventured, without permission,
into an area where I should
not have been, my girlfriend's front yard.
You're probably wondering
who asked me about my well being. Come on, I know you
are. Well, that would be
Mandy, the neighbor's eighteen year old daughter. She was an
amazing girl, an extremely
athletic girl who starred on the high school volleyball team. I
would guess her height at
about six feet, with amazing long legs, although in my present
state I could be off an inch
or two (Actually in my present state, what difference would an
inch or two make?). Before
the shrinking, she was a flirtatious little thing. I have noticed
that her flirtations did
increase dramatically afterwards. Up until now, we had never gotten a real
opportunity to talk, but upon stumbling across me in my present state, she
seemed extremely concerned and interested.
She knelt down beside me and
helped me to my feet. As I rose, she took her hand to cup
my chin and pull the wad of
grass from between my teeth. 'Are you OK sweetie?, she
asked.' When I responded
that I was indeed OK, she looked at me and said, 'I don't
think so-At the very least
I'm taking you home to clean you up, and to look you over for
bruises.' I looked at her
and said, 'Mandy, I'm a man and can take care of myself...I don't
need your help.' She looked
at me and said 'That may be true, but I don't see the harm
and at your size you really
have no choice.' With that, she scooped me up, set me on her
hip, and began the journey
to her home.
Mandy set me down on the
kitchen counter and asked 'What are you wearing under that
robe Mr. Smith?' Even
standing on the counter I was staring directly into her breasts. I
hesitated as I didn't know
how to answer her question. My hesitation proved to be a
mistake, depending on how
you look at it, as Mandy slipped her finger into the knot on
my belt robe, and deftly
opened me up. It turns out that I was wearing standard issue
Jockey shorts underneath,
which were removed just as deftly. I was beginning to get
concerned at Mandy's
behavior...I had no idea where she was heading. She seemed to
read my concern, and
remarked 'Mr. Smith, you look a bit scared...please don't worry, I
would never hurt you. You
might think I have ulterior motives, and maybe at some future
point I will. I love holding
your little body, and I can feel the complete control I have over
you. Unfortunately, I don't
have the time to show you how much I care for you at this
time. Believe me, at some
point, I'll make you the happiest little man in our world. Right
now, I'm simply going to
bathe you and check you for little ouchies. If I find one, you can
bet I'll kiss it and make it
better.
Mandy bathed me in a warm
soapy solution in her sink. She was true to her word,
however I do belive that she
lied about the ouchie she found on my penis. While carrying
me home, I told her about my
concern about being discovered outside. She let me know
that she'd never tattle on
me, and hoped that none of the other neighbors noticed. I'm
hoping the same way.
Over the years, my two older
children moved out and went off to college, leaving only my
two younger children at home
(Currently aged ten and twelve). My ex-wife and I settled
into a routine where she
would faithfully drop by every other Friday afternoon to pick up
the kids and keep them for
the weekend, returning them Sunday evening. She had married
her boyfriend over the
summer, and I thought she was truly happy with him and her new
life.
I also met someone over this
time (We've been seeing each other for three or four years
now I guess). Marsha is a
wonderful woman, very feminine with small, delicate features.
Marsha has two children that
I've grown fond of, a beautiful nineteen year old daughter ,
named Danielle, who is off
to college (She's currently moved back home for the holiday
break-six weeks this time),
and a physically gifted thirteen year old son, named Michael.
Up until a few weeks ago, I
loved throwing the ball around with him. Unfortunately, that
has become too big a chore
for me now.
Marsha enjoys looking
pretty, which always worked for me. You'll recall that I like
women who appreciate the
silkier, more feminine things in life. Beyond that though, she is a very loving
and giving woman, who would not hesitate to do anything for the people she cared
about. I always told her that I loved the way she cared for her children,
exhibiting
possibly the strongest
maternal (Mother Bear) instinct I have ever seen.
She fell in love with me
almost immediately, and didn't hesitate to let me know.
Unfortunately, I was not so
quick to return her affection. I still hadn't gotten over my
previous relationship, and
did not want to hop into another situation right away. OK so I
sound like a bit of a prick,
but I'm not...I've been honest and up front with her right from
the start on this. I told
her immediately that I was not willing to commit right away, and
could not be sure when, or
even if, I would down the road. She acknowledged what I
said and indicated that she
wasn't too worried, that she knew what she wanted, and that
she always got what she
wanted. Ironically, it appears that it's worked out just that way.
Sex was enjoyable with
Marsha. She was from the old school, and really did not enjoy
going beyond the
traditional, except when she got exceptionally horny. It was during those times
that she would insist on getting on top and bucking away. I enjoyed this, but I
really missed having someone go down on me. She tried once or twice, because she
knew this was important to me, but never really enjoyed it. I gotta admit, I was
rather well hung, and I don't know if it was that, or possibly the taste, or
maybe just the idea of it. She could
just never get into it. I do
have to admit however, that she had the prettiest hands I'd ever
laid my eyes on. Like I
said, delicate little features, and fabulous nails. When we'd hop
into bed, she'd run those
nails right up the thigh, under the balls, and right up the shaft.
Once at the tip, she'd
encircle the shaft with those fingers and gently glide her fist down to
the thigh again. I greatly
missed the oral part, bit I gotta admit, in the three or four years
we've been together, through
thick and thin she has never failed to excite me. I am
beginning to think that I
actually need to re-think my priorities. Although I haven't actually told her
anything, I do believe I am beginning to fall in love with her.
I did find a way to throw my
shrinking fantasy into the ring. I knew I couldn't just throw
this in out of the blue...I
would have expected her to ask where the hell that notion
emerged. We happened to be
scanning the pages of an explicit publication, and came
across a photo of a
prominent little two footer (possibly a little taller) perched on the toes
of a young cutey. She was
holding his hands straight up to support him. I looked at
Martha and asked how she'd
react if that were our situation. Keep in mind, we'd been
drinking a bit, and I
actually think that she considered it a cute question at the time. She
had kind of a playful
attitude. She said, 'He's cute, but he's not mine. I wouldn't have
anything to do with him.' In
a playful way, I pouted and said 'What if that were you and I,
say with me at twenty
inches?' She replied, 'Tommy, I've already told you I'd do anything
for you. If you were to
shrink to that height, I would guess that your whole life would
change. Believe it or not, I
believe in the vow for better or for worse. So I would do
whatever was required. I'm
sure that you'd be much more dependent, you'd probably
have to quit working, but
you know I've successfully raised two children, and that I'm
probably overly loving and
caring. I own my home, and am happy with my job. I'd take
over all financial
responsiblities. Believe me, you wouldn't have to worry about a thing,
and I can guarantee that
you'd be nutured physically and emotionally for the rest of your
life. It's just the way I
am. I'd miss the macho guy obviously, but I'd love you as a little guy
with all my heart. Does that
answer your question?' It should be noted that while providing me with her
discourse, Marsha had been running a single fingernail over my jeans, just over
my raging member. We both regretted that the kids were around and that we'd have
to wait until the weekend. However, as it turned out, things changed drastically
for me before then.
As I was working away in my
office Friday morning, all I could think about was Marsha
and getting together that
evening. I knew the ex was to pick up the kids directly from
school, and keep them for
the next week. I had registered for an out of town business
conference and was scheduled
to fly out Saturday evening, and not return until eight days
later, Sunday of the
following week. When I asked my ex to do this favor for me, she
asked why Marsha couldn't
help out. Then in a somewhat snotty voice she asked 'Or is
she going with you? Tommy,
how many business trips did you ever take me on?' I said,
'You know Jeannie, we were
young, and I wasn't even in business at the time.
Consequently, that would
make it pretty difficult to take you on a business trip, wouldn't
it? I mean, how many
business trips does a part-time college student, full time student, and
part-time student-janitor take in a year? Can't we just bury the hatchet?' Her
response
was sort of strange, but I
really didn't give it a second thought (I wish now that I had
scrutinized her response).
She said, 'That's exactly what I intend to do today. I'm sorry I
made an issue out of this,
and I'll be there to pick up the kids, but tell me, will Marsha be
accompanying you on your
trip? I'm sorry, I don't really know why I'm pressing this...I
guess it's my issue, not
yours.' I responded by saying 'Don't worry, Marsha has to work
all week, and can't go.' She
then asked 'Just in case I need Marsha to help out with the
kids, will you be
communicating with her during the week?' I said that we both had
extremely hectic work weeks,
and that communication would be sparse, if at all. We
always try to call, but
sometimes it was difficult. I always enjoyed Marsha's independence
on this issue. It wasn't the
end of the world to wait till the weekend to communicate.
Anyway, for some reason,
this pleased the ex. She said good bye and we hung up.
Jeannie normally picked up
the kids directly from school of Fridays (generally about three
o'clock), but called me
again at noon to ask if she could stop by early to pick up some of
their clothes, and other
items they might need over the next week. It seemed a reasonable
request to me, so I said
sure, come on over. When I opened the door for her, she was
wearing a long winter
trench-type coat, which extended to the floor, and holding a small
mechanical device in her
left hand. I didn't think much of the coat, it was winter after all;
What didn't make sense is
that Jeannie didn't wear masculine clothes, she always tended
toward the feminine. I asked
her if she'd like to remove her coat while getting the boy's
things together? To my
surprise she said yes and actually allowed me to help her remove
it. Once off, I couldn't
believe what I saw. I was standing directly in back of her watching
her long auburn hair cascade
around the spaghetti straps of the silky white gown I'd
bought her while married. I
instinctively slid my hands over her silky hips, up over her
tummy, and cupped her firm
milky white breasts in my hands. Her hands moved to the
front of my pants where she
dropped the zipper and backed right in. After dropping my
pants she wrapped her hands
around mine and pulled them closer, massaging every
square inch. My erection of
course was buried between her silky firm cheeks.
It's obvious that I lost my
composure a bit, and she loved it. I did manage to state that
what we were doing was
probably not right. That we were both involved with other
people, and should probably
separate. In a soft, seductive voice she asked, 'Is that what
you want right now?' All of
a sudden she spun around and buried her tongue in my throat
and said 'I've waited a long
time for this, and baby, I want it now.' The determined look in
her eye actually helped me
to regain some of my composure. In fact, the word determined
could probably be
characterized as a mild adjective at this point. She was more agressive
at this point than at any
other time in her life. I said 'What the hell is this all about?' She
smiled seductively and
replied, 'I've made some changes to our plans.' I said, 'What do
you mean by our plans, you
have your plans and I have mine?' She laughed at that point,
and said 'Honey, I'm here to
bury the hatchet once and for all. We have some unfinished
business. I've changed our
plans. My husband has agreed to pick up the boys and to
watch them over the next
week; You're coming with me!!!
I said, 'Baby, you're
talking like a maniac. I think I'll just cancel my business trip and keep
the boys. You need
professional help.' She replied, 'Don't worry sweetie, your
arrangements have already
been canceled and your next week has been arranged. By the
way, I really don't need
professional help, I just need your little ass the way I've always
wanted it.' I looked at the
little mechanical device that she'd set down on the coffee table
and asked 'What the hell is
that anyway?' She was very direct in her reply when she
stated 'Haven't you heard of
those devices that certain women are employing to cut their
boys down to size?' I said,
you mean like those shrinking devices?' Mockingly, she said
'Yeah, like those shrinking
devices.'
This was incredulous. I
looked at her and said the most intelligent thing I could think of at
the time...'Bullshit!!'
'Besides it's illegal, you simply can't do it. I won't allow it!!' With that she
pointed the device at me and pushed the button. I tried to run, but that thing
worked
fast. Before I got two feet,
I tripped over the elastic inseam of the underwear I had been
wearing. As I lay on the
floor, buck naked, and in a pool of clothes, I noticed that a tall,
silky figure had cast a
shadow over me. I was madder than hell, and spoke my mind,
'You'll never get away with
this, it's a criminal activity.' She placed a forefinger under my
chin, looked me directly in
the eyes and replied 'Babydoll, don't you think I've taken some
precautions? Why do you
think I've asked you so many questions this week? I know I'll
have to appear before a
judge, but let's face it, when I showed up here today, you were
already in this condition.
You were terrified and asked me to pick you up and comfort
you. I don't expect to gain
custody of you, I guess that'll be granted to your girlfriend
and/or her daughter. But I
do know that I can talk myself out of this rap.'
'What abouut your husband
then? Won't your disappearance over the next week concern
him?' I've already talked to
him. Before we were married, I told him I had one more piece
of unfinished business to
settle with you. I let him know my plans exactly. I explained that
during our marriage,
everything was done your way. We had sex where and when you
wanted it. There were times
when I really didn't feel like it, but I couldn't stand the sting of
your disapproval. I wanted
so much to please you, but I never truly felt that I did. All I
know now is that this is my
week, that you and I have alot of talking to do, and that by the
end of the week, I expect to
be the most emotionally and sexually satisfied woman
around. So, without further
adieu, let's you and I cuddle up and hit the road.' With that
she picked me up, set me on
her hip, grabbed the shrinking device and her jacket, and
opened the door. Realizing
that I was still buck naked heading out the door, I protested 'I
want some clothes.' She
looked at me and said, 'Where you're going, you won't need
them. Besides, I knew I was
taking you down to an initial height of twenty four inches, so
I went shopping the other
day, and took the liberty of buying you a few things. Don't
worry though, I've got a
good idea about what types of clothing and fabric you like. You
won't be disappointed, my
little doll.' She then tickled my chin with a free finger and said
'Besides, you're a lot cuter
in your birthday suit.'
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As we walked out my front
door, Jeanine decided a little humiliation therapy was in order.
As she closed the door, she
intentionally let me slip down her hip a couple of inches. I
reacted instantly grabbing
her breast with my right hand, and the top portion of her gown
just under her shoulder
blade with my left. I gotta believe that she planned this, and had
some idea how I'd react.
She'd already caught me and had begun hiking me back up,
when she looked me directly
in the eye and said that getting frisky in front of the neighbors wouldn't do me
any good. I said 'Maybe not, but you know that was just a reaction, you did what
you did on purpose. She looked down at my penis, and said 'Do you call that a
reaction too?' By the looks of your little nipples and those goose pimples, I
guess maybe I should have dressed you before we left. I do believe I can
alleviate a lot of your
discomfort, and hold you
more safely if I make a little change here. OK, when I shift you
to the front of my body, I
want you to throw those little arms around my neck, and try to
wrap your legs around my
tummy. Ready, Go! Sure enough, in one smooth motion we
had completed the
transaction. There was one problem however, my throbbing member
was literally engulfed in
silk. As she walked, she held me close, her hand literally cupping
my butt cheeks and holding
me ever so close, allowing the folds of her soft silky gown to
carress my penis without
relief.
I asked her how far she'd
parked away and she stated about another 200 feet. I knew I
couldn't hold off that long
(Hell, she knew it too), and she asked why I was so concerned
about that. 'After all,
you're not the one carrying a little bundle.' I said you know how I
am. I'm about ready to
explode and damn it you know it. Please either put me down, or
at least find another way to
carry me. She looked down at me, smiled and said 'Quit
acting like a child and
exercise some self-control. I'll make one guarantee to you. If you so
much as unload a single
drop, you'll have some punishment coming your way tonite.' She
then gave me her most
seductive smile, and planted the softest kiss on my lips, all the
while holding me close. I
screamed 'Please hold me another way, I can't control this.'
With that she flipped me
around so that I was facing away from her, wrapped the trench
coat around me, and
essentially carried me like a baby to the car. I actually thanked her
for that, to which she
replied, 'No need, I just wanted to hear you beg.' I said 'When you
referred to punishment, what
were you referring to.' She stated that she felt I asked way
too many questions for a
little boy, but that the punishment she was considering, would
have been proper for a child
who needed to learn manners and self control. Hell, I hadn't
even considered asking
passers by for help, I was far too busy trying to control myself.
Once we got to her car, she
chirped sarcastically, 'I don't mind driving honey, you sit in
the back.' With that she
placed the bundle on the back seat, and said 'Let me unwrap you
and buckle you in.' So she
took off the trench coat, giggled when she noticed the two little
stains on the fabric, set me
upright in the seat and and buckled me in. She pondered,
'Hmm, sweetie something just
doesn't seem right, I don't feel you're safe like this. Let me
check the trunk. Here we go,
I'd almost forgotten that I'd bought it.' With that statement,
she re-appeared with a new
child restraint seat in hand. This was direct humiliation, and I
wasn't going to stand for
it. I told her ' I absolutely refuse to get in that chair, that it was
made for a child.' She
grabbed my chin and looked me directly in the eye and said 'You
don't have to get in, I'll
place your little ass in that chair myself. It's for your own good.
Besides, even under the law
those seats were not necessarily designed for children, but
simply for little persons.'
If you even think about fussing over this, I'll try to remember the
type of punishment I was
thinking about earlier.' Do we have an understanding?' I truly
wanted to say NO, but all I
could manage was'Yes dear.'
At that point, she did
something a little strange. She took the car seat to the passenger
side in front, and strapped
it in there, and said 'OK, come to Mommy.' When I asked
why she had placed the seat
where she did, she laughed and asked 'What did I tell you
about little boys and too
many questions?' I replied that 'I just didn't understand why you
put it in the front, and why
you turned it around backwards so that it faced the passenger
seat.' She told me that
'It's much safer to have the seat turned around backwards, and that
she saw no reason why I
needed to look out the window anyway.' Then she smiled sort
of seductively, and said, 'I
wanted it in the front seat so that I could keep an eye on you,
we have a long drive you
know.' 'Now little fella, let me help you into your seat.' With that
she grabbed me, placed me in
the seat and fastened me in tight.'
She knew I was still upset,
even as we hit the highway. She carressed my face with her
fingertips and said, 'Don't
worry, we just need to establish a hierarchy here. I think with a
little communication over
the next couple of days, we'll do just fine.' As she slid her fingers down to my
penis, she said 'In the meantime, I want to see how this little guy is doing.'
For the next hour and one-half she was merciless, running her nails up and down
the shaft, rolling it between her thumb and forefingers, and loving every
minute. She was in complete control and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. She
must have brought me to the brink fifteen or twenty times, only to deny my
release each and every time. I would try to pull her fingers away, but at my
size I didn't stand a chance, she simply overpowered me,
brushing my hands aside as a
mother would a toddler trying to reach into the cookie
batter. After about an hour
of this, I just laid back, and took it. Realizing my frustration,
she looked at me and asked
why I had given up. With tears welling in my eyes, I
explained that it was a
waste of my time, and I told her for the first time in our lives
together, I realized that
she could take complete control of me, virtually at will. She was
very pleased with that
observation, but it scared the hell out of me, and I had no idea what
to expect over the next few
days. She continued to caress me, even as we pulled up her
driveway.
She stopped the car about
twenty feet from the house, unbuckled my seat belt, and held
out her hands to offer me a
lift. I told her that this was not a control issue, that in spite of
my size, I was fully capable
of negotiating the twenty feet on my own. I half jokingly
indicated that I might
however, need help with the doorknob. I really needed a break
from the constant sexual
stimulation I'd been exposed to over the last couple of hours.
She did warn me that their
dog was on the premises, that he was of pretty good size, and
that she didn't know how
he'd react to a twenty four inch tall guy. I said 'I've been around
dogs all my life, no
problem.' She did let me proceed on my own, even though she
indicated it was against her
better judgement. She assured me that she'd be right behind
me all the way if I needed
her, and I said, 'Hey I may be small, but I'm still a man...You
women worry too much.'
Famous last words. Sure enough, when I turned the corner, he
was there staring me
straight in the face. At my new size, this dog towered over me and
just glared, with teeth
fully exposed. I really wish I hadn't made my next move, however, I don't know
what might have happened if I didn't. I'm pretty sure I acted of pure instinct,
possibly because of my
diminished physical stature, but when that dog growled and took
his first step at me, I spun
around as fast as I could and made a beeline for Jeannie's
waiting arms. Jeannie had
anticipated this situation, and had dropped to her knees to
catch me. I jumped into her
arms, flinging my arms around her neck and wrapping my legs around her waist.
She held me every bit as close as she had all day long, but this time it
was different. This time it
was a warmer, safer experience.
Jeannie looked at me and
asked, 'Would you mind if I carried you into the house now.' I
looked right at her and
said, 'No, as a matter of fact, I'm a little shaky and don't know if I
could do it on my own.' We
walked in and she sat down on a chair at the kitchen table.
She looked into my eyes and
said 'Honey, you're so shaky, would you mind if we just sat
here for a while, at least
until you calm down.' I told her that I thought that would be a
great idea. She held me ever
so close for about a half hour, like she had all day. After a
while, she let her left hand
slide down under my butt and again pressed my now erect
member back into the folds
of her gown. I looked at her and said that we probably
shouldn't be doing that as I
was unsure of being able to control my reaction. She looked
at me thoughtfully, and said
'You've learned a lot of new lessons today. You learned that I
have the ability to take
control of you at any point in time. Had I done that instead of
letting you proceed to the
house by yourself, I'd have saved you that frightening
experience.
I want you to know, I still
have a lot of things planned for you this week, and they will be
done in a manner that I
prescribe. I know that you felt humiliated at times today, and it's
not going to hurt to feel a
little more humiliation while learning your lessons. We also need to spend time
talking about things such as some of the things I disliked during our married
years. I will be demonstrating some of those things over the next few days, and
you are going to be forced to participate in most of these activities. My
primary goal will be to put you in my position, so that you'll how it felt to be
me. That will be in the next few days
however. For now,
considering your frightening experience, I jsut want to take care of the
two of us this evening. I'll
cook us a little dinner, after we bathe together, and we'll have to
figure out sleeping
arrangements. Actually, I already had those planned out, but your
incident helped to kick in
my maternal instinct. You will sleep with me tonite...believe me, that is not
arguable by you. She took my chin, looked straight into my eyes in her most
seductive voice, 'For now, I
want you to know that if you should prove unable to control
your reaction to this
beautiful, shiny, silky gown, you will not be punished, but rather I'll try to
make it a most beautiful experience. I know I teased and humiliated you today,
and I'd rather you held it in so that I could properly take care of you when we
bathe.' Now kiss
me babydoll.
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I gotta admit, it took
everything I had not to release my load. Of course, in a way, I again
had to rely on Jeannie's
help to accomplish that. After a bit of cajoling on my part, and, I
don't like admitting this
part, a little begging, she agreed to shift me around on her lap so
that my tush was now firmly
planted on her silky left thigh, and my two legs dangled over
her right thigh. She put her
left arm aroung my shoulder, and her right hand to cup my
thigh to hold me close. Upon
placing her right hand under my thigh she extended a
manicured nail between into
the crack which separates my butt cheek and thigh, and
lightly flickered my balls.
My reaction to this was a slight shiver, which did not go
unnoticed by her.
We sat without talking for
at least a half hour. My mind was racing the whole time. I was
still extremely angry,
scared, and disappointed with having my life changed so
dramatically; I knew that
this was my long-term problem, and that I needed to confront
Jeannie on that. More
shocking to me however, was when I made the realization that
prior to even considering
the possibilities of any long-term problems, I needed to
concentrate on getting
through my short-term crisis. I was sitting in the arms of a woman
who'd already established
her physical dominance over me, who obviously had some
deep seated animosity toward
me. Moreover, it had become obvious that she had
meticulously planned all of
this out, and that she had a lot more in store for me over the
next few days.
I began to think about the
way Jeannie had comforted me since her dog had threatened
me, and tried to make sense
of it. Of even more interest was her reference to her maternal
instinct, as this had never
kicked in with our children. It was then that I had sort of a
strange thought, or
actually, a strange remembrance...She had indeed referred to her
'maternal instinct' while we
were married, while we were discussing my giantess fantasy. I remember her
saying that if 'you were to shrink down a helpless size, my maternal instinct
would kick in, and we would
doing a lot more of this,' extending her hands to me in
holding and/or cuddling
position, much like she extended them to me earlier in the car
when she offerred to carry
me in. Being in my current position, after all that had happened
over the last several hours,
this somehow made me very nervous. I didn't know where I
was headed for the next few
days, but I decided then and there, that I would concentrate
only on that for now, try to
keep Jeannie happy, and worry about my long-term future
later.
'Penny for your thoughts
little guy?' Strange question I thought, but I gave her the safe
answer, the one I knew she
was looking for...'I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm happy
that you did this, but I
will tell you that your dog scared the hell out of me. Had I listened
to you in the car, I
wouldn't have had to experience that. I know I have much to learn, but
I did learn today, just how
small and helpless I am; I'm just glad you had the wisdom to
know that I'd act like the
macho prick I am, or at least used to be, and to be there to save
and protect me. Also, thank
you for comforting me so warmly and lovingly; I feel so safe
in your arms.' She looked at
me and said, 'You're still the little charmer, that's for sure.
Yes, you do have much to
learn, but we'll get to that later. For now, why don't you get the
water running in the
bathtub, and I'll get dinner on the stove...everything's pre-cooked, I
just need to warm it up. I
didn't want anything to get in the way of my, excuse me, I meant
our pleasure this week. So
skiddaddle. With that she set me on the floor, tapped my little
tush, and walked to the
kitchen. I concluded that her reference to her pleasure rather than
to our mutual pleasure did
not go unnoticed by me, and confirmed my decision to
concentrate on the current.
After filling the tub (Her
planning was meticulous, I found out that she'd had a plumber
come in to switch the water
handles to the outside of the tub, anticipating that she'd have
me perform this chore at
some point), I decided to test the water temperature before
hopping in. As the side of
the tub extended to nearly my height, this was going to prove
difficult. I looked around
for something to climb on, anticipating that if I could just climb to the top of
the tub wall, I could reach my hand down and touch the water before jumping
in. I certainly wasn't going
to ask for any help, although as it turned out, that would have
been a wiser move. All I
could find was a child's training toilet. I sighed as I realized the
implications of her having
such a potty on hand, but went about my work. 'How are things
going in there baby, do you
need any help?' In spite of my decision to comply with her
wishes, and to try to say
the right things over the nest few days, something stirred deep
inside me. I was still a man
damnit, and a man had to stand up for himself sometimes. I
responded probably a little
too condescendingly 'It's not like this project requires an
Einstein. I'm a man afterall,
and the last thing I'll need is help from a woman on a simple
project. Furthermore, I sure
hope you're holding on to this potty trainer for sentimental
reasons, because you're not
going to get me to use it.' From the other room, I could hear
her laughing heartily. Under
her breath, I heard her mutter, 'this week's going to be a riot.'
I don't believe she intended
me to hear that. Out loud she did exclaim, again a little
mockingly, 'I know you're a
big, strong man. I'm going to ignore your little smat-ass
comments. After all, I did
promise to care of you and show you a good time tonight.'
After dragging the potty
seat over, which at my size was no easy task, I climbed onto the
seat portion, and in one
fluid motion, jumped to try to latch onto the side of the tub. My
intent was to straddle the
top of this wall and to reach down to test the water temperature.
Unfortunately, the top of
the wall appeared to have been greased, as it was covered with
a very slippery substance.
As you've probably guessed, my momentum caried me right
over the top; I scratched
and clawed away, but to no avail and fell into the brink below.
Guess what, the water was
not at the temperature I'd intended, but I'm sure you'd already
anticipated that. It was
freezing cold, and I let out an involuntary scream. From the other
room, I heard 'Are you
alright baby? Please don't get angry with me again, but I thought I
heard a scream, and I just
want to know if you need any help. I know you're a big man,
and that this is a foolish
and perhaps repetitive question, but when I hear a scream, all my
protective instincts kick
in, and at the risk of raising your ire, I feel obligated to ask.'
Meanwhile, back at the tub,
I'm in a panic, frantically trying to claw my way out.
Unfortuately, I filled the
tub to about eighteen inches, and most of my body was covered,
and I'm cold. Of course,
without an
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