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The Shrinking Machine Ch. 01

By: adrammalech



My test subject woke up about ten minutes after I had strapped her to the gurney - right on time. Good, good. Her data was already loaded from earlier, and I'd just finished the final diagnostics; I tapped away a sequence into the machine, putting it in standby, then got up and stretched as she came around. This was going to really be something.

I'd always thought my father was a crackpot and none of the theories he'd talked about in his last ten years were real; it was too bad, he'd been only days away from completing the machine that would prove him right when he died. Now, everything he had was mine, which wasn't much - except for his machine that can alter reality and change people's minds and bodies, which I guess is something.

I'd been one of the few who still talked to him - if only because I found him funny, the idea of a modern-day mad scientist is hilarious to me - and the old bastard had willed everything to me. Including this thing, the 'machine', which he'd never named; it was, at present, pointed at the sexy young lawyer's body on the gurney. She groaned, and her eyes blinked a few times under the light of the cheap flourescents in the ceiling of my father's old garage.

"Wha... Where..." She sounded groggy and confused. I nodded to myself, and came around the folding table where the old man had put the computer which controlled the whole apparatus. It was quiet and musty in the garage, with the distant smell of the mildew which had long since invaded the house. The walls were mostly pegboard, with some unpainted drywall in places.

There was a splintering workbench off to one side with a variety of tools and inscrutable bits of technology scattered on it. A rack of car batteries were stacked up near a dirty window; their cables all fed to the emitter. A few had fallen off, but I'd gingerly re-attached them. There was a folding table toward the car door, with a cheap office chair set up and Dad's old PC - complete with the same dusty old keyboard and two-button mouse he'd always used - booted up and hooked into the emitter itself. The PC was how it was controlled, except Dad's software to do it was terrible.

He'd converted this place into his workshop of sorts, all centered on constructing the machine. To change the world, he'd said, eyes wide and delirious - to right all wrongs. I don't know about that last part, but I knew it was certainly about to change this lawyer girl's world, if some of the tests I'd run beforehand were any indication.

I ran my small hand along the steel housing of the machine's emitter. It looked surprisingly like a weapon - one right out of science fiction, a prototype laser cannon or something. Its tungsten focusing rod, which jutted out the front and was pointed at the lawyer chick, was ringed by solid-looking steel toroid shapes - part of the heat exchange apparatus.

Copper pipes, for the water that cooled it, ran through and between the toroids - critical to keep the thing from melting down in operation. We don't want that. All of it was surrounded by a complex array of tangled multi-colored cables and re-purposed exposed circuit boards, especially toward the back where it met the strut that kept it upright.

The main body of the device was boxy, with various protrusions and glowing whatsadoozits on the outer housing - including a maddening collection of power cables coming up from the bottom and wrapping around the strut it was mounted on. The metal strut itself was mounted on a rolling platform. It looked like it had been rolled right off the set of a low-budget sci-fi movie.

At least fifteen cables ran from the base of the machine to the computer, none of which I'd dared to even unplug for now. I couldn't pretend to fully understand the thing, and definitely not the theory underlying its operation - my own field was programming, with only a little smattering of physics and science thrown in. Just enough to be dangerous when I got my hands on the machine, basically. I pulled my hand away and looked at the lawyer woman. Forgot her name.

She was about five years older than me, I'd guess, probably close to thirty - and, by traditional accounting, far better-looking than I was. I'd always been a runt, a scrawny and gawky girl with what barely qualified as breasts and stringy brown hair. My eyes were just another shade of brown, acne scars dotted my face, and I didn't look much better naked than in clothes. I had on a basic grey tee, fitted snugly over my skinny body and pump-up bra, and ripped blue jeans. I'd never lacked for sex - with... less-than-ideal men, and a few women who always moved on - but I'd never liked how I looked.

This lawyer girl, though, she was something. I'd had trouble focusing on what she said every time she came here and harassed me about Dad's estate. A smooth, tanned body, athletic curves, black hair just past her shoulders, clear blue eyes on a lovely face with thin lips, gorgeous - if little - breasts... she had on a cute little navy business jacket and a cream-colored skirt, with a subdued pink blouse underneath. I'd tugged her shoes off while she was out, and she wasn't wearing any hose today... unlike last time.

God, I couldn't wait - I wanted to just do it right now, to press the button that would make her shrink. To watch her diminish right before my eyes... she'd be so hot when she was tiny... my nipples were already stiff just thinking about it. Of course, the machine could do much more than make people shrink; it could do almost anything... sort of.

It could only do a certain amount at a time without overheating - and the more you tried to do, the hotter it got. I had to be careful, since I doubted I could fix it if the thing broke... or worse, melted. In addition, one thing I'd learned early into putting it together - for some reason, the machine only worked on people. I'd already tried to use it to turn a piece of wood into gold, to turn a towel into stacks of hundred-dollar bills, to turn an abandoned car engine block into a copy of the machine itself, a few more ideas... but the only valid targets were living things.

Still, the moment I found the command codes that supposedly made it possible to reduce someone's size - dramatically if I wished - I already knew what I'd use it for. Don't ask me why, but having a lover small enough to fit in my hand had been a fantasy for years - especially if I could have a cute female one.

Fortunately, from what it looked like in the other command codes I found, the machine could also help Lawyer Girl along toward realizing that shrinking that small was the best thing that would ever happen to her. I'd take very good care of her, I already knew it.

I belatedly remembered that she'd asked a question.

"You're in my lab. Dad's lab. Whatever." I shrugged, rolling my eyes at the last word. I waved a hand side to side. "Such as it is."

"Your... what?" She shook her head after looking at me. Her voice was actually pretty sexy when I listened to it, even when she was confused and groggy. Her eyes went wide. "Hey - it's you! His daughter!"

"That's right. Rachel Cartwright, only next of kin to Michael Cartwright, ex-PhD. You were here to make me sign that crap to give Dad's house away, right?" They'd been making to foreclose on Dad's old ranch house in upstate Pennsylvania even before he died. Once he was no more, the vultures were circling. I guess building a save-the-world ray is expensive, and Dad spent all of his savings on it... and then some, hence the visit from the bank's attorney.

"Yes, I-"

I waved a hand dismissively. "You can have his trash heap, I just want to take a few odds and ends home with me first." I walked back to the table, falling into the cheap plastic office chair that was behind it. "Now, how about this - we start with the little changes, and work our way up to the more interesting things."

"Start what? What is this! Let me go!" She fought against the restraints. I worried briefly if she would be able to escape; it wasn't exactly a professional setup. The 'gurney' was just a rolling fold-out bed I'd lugged home from the store yesterday, after her last visit, and I'd tied her wrists and ankles to its frame with some bungee cords I found. She twisted and fought briefly, but when I saw she wasn't going anywhere, I let out a sigh of relief.

She suddenly shot me an angry glare. "Let me go right now! This is completely illegal! I drove here across a state line, you know. You could get arrested by the FBI, and they don't play nice."

Her scowl seemed vicious - but, despite my usual wallflower personality, I summoned the will to weather it. I had the power now. She seemed even more frustrated with my response, and looked around again. "How did you even get me here? Did you drug me, or knock me out? That's assault and battery, on top of kidnapping."

"I used it on long-range mode." I idly pointed a finger toward the machine I clicked the mouse with the other hand. "Turns out you can go up to about two hundred yards with it, but you give up a lot of precision. Fortunately, you don't need to do anything complicated to make someone go unconscious, so..."

I shrugged, and finished the sequence. I tapped the Commit button, and heard the machine begin to make a low humming sound, coolant pumps churning - then a high-pitched noise, sort of like a tuning fork, filled my ears. That would be the operational cycle.

One of the car batteries along the wall powering it suddenly make a flash and sparks flew. I shielded my eyes, then looked again; it wasn't anything serious, I just hadn't put the clamps on right. The PC monitor was burning through dozens of inscrutable text-only screens and old-school ASCII schematics, but the power issue hadn't interrupt the sequence. Who knew what would happen if I did.

She looked at the machine, and her face went from anger to panic. This particular cute, bitchy lawyer girl, working for Stone & Associates, the firm the bank had hired, had been by here three times since my father died and I'd moved in temporarily to sort through his things. Every time she'd been such a bitch, so mean and aggressive; definitely not my type. I can't imagine how hard it would have been for me... had I actually been grieving much about Dad. Fortunately, her personality was something that could now be addressed.

I kicked both legs back and forth under the chair, my feet not quite reaching the floor. Dad had set the chair to his height, then apparently broken the lever that let you set it. I spun around once, humming to myself in anticipation. I let one hand go down to where my legs met, squeezing my mons. I felt the wetness already gathering. God, she was gorgeous; I was tempted again to just skip right to miniaturizing her.

I cautioned myself - I'd decided to start off with simpler things because I wanted to get more of a handle on the machine and what it could do before I shrank her. It would give me more of an opportunity to make her even sexier, too.

I smiled wanly to myself for a moment as the machine finished powering up and the coolant pumps churned. Thanks, Dad. Hope you don't mind if I re-purpose your save-the-world machine into your perverted, amoral daughter's shrink ray.

I'd found his notes on the second day of going through the house, and as one of the few people in the world who could actually read his inscrutable handwriting, and as someone to whom he'd spent countless hours blathering about the intricacies of his ideas - even when I was a middle-school girl who couldn't possibly absorb it - I had just enough understanding to know what it meant when I got the machine actually online. Its potential was truly limitless.

Maybe if Dad had spent a few more years actually being a dad, and less being a small-time mad scientist, I wouldn't be using his masterpiece as a glorified way to get myself off - but who cares, that's water under the bridge. This was going to be awesome.

The machine's accumulator, an innocuous and heavy-looking rectangular black box about the size of a foot locker, laid next to my feet, under the folding table. I didn't know much about it, other than that it was the most irreplaceable part of the whole machine - and also the biggest bottleneck. It somehow gathered something from spacetime itself, which the machine used to make its magic possible... but building up a full charge on it took weeks. Plenty of cables ran out of it, to the emitter - but, oddly, no power ran into it.

I knew enough about it to know I wouldn't be able to go around shrinking people into toys every day - I was going to have to carefully pick and choose when and how I used the bulky, inefficient machine. What if I spent all of its charge at once, then got myself into trouble and didn't have enough power left in the thing to zap my way out before they carted me off to jail, or worse? I slid my foot across the heavy box, and felt a sense of energy from the thing - like unimaginable potential was inside.

There was no visible beam, of course. I knew the energies of the machine didn't show up in the visible spectrum, or any spectrum known to mainstream science. I could only tell it was on because of the dimly glowing light at the tip of the field emitter thingy, and the sudden hissing jets of steam that shot out in multiple directions from the many valves all over the exterior of the machine's housing.

The process had begun, this time on my first human subject... aside from dumb stuff just to confirm it worked, like making the mailman wear orange socks and a few joggers burst out into song as they ran. The hand at my mons sneaked under the hem of my jeans and panties and I licked my lips. Here goes nothing.

She wailed loudly, at first in surprise and panic at the anticipation of pain, but the wail soon became a moan as the energy seeped into her body. Its power focused first on her breasts, B-cups under a pump-up bra like mine - and now, growing. She moaned further as I watched her boobs begin to expand. I'd made sure it would be a pleasant process for her - come on, I'm not just needlessly cruel. The front of her jacket pushed upward, the mounds pressing outward against her bra and growing further still. 

The fabric of her jacket and bra became strained as the burgeoning globes stretched them to the limit, and I heard some ripping sounds and a pop as her bra snapped. Her back arched as it happened, and her moaning became louder. That would be the increased sensitivity that the machine was also causing in her new tits, magnifying that sexual pleasure she felt from them even as they grew.

Only I knew to look for the nearly imperceptible change in size. With the machine unable to simply create living tissue at any rate worth considering, I'd instead had it withdrawal the necessary mass for her breast expansion uniformly from all the rest of her person. She would finish this change about an inch and a half shorter. Lying down, she likely wouldn't notice, but it was enough to send a twinge into my pussy. She had shrunk - and she'd only just started.

The whirring sound from inside the machine stopped as I got up out of my chair. The sequence was finishing, but the jets of steam were still coming out of the machine for a time as it cooled off. I could already tell the room was hotter and more humid; if I was going to use it again, I'd have to open a window unless I wanted to risk shorting something out. It would be a few minutes before it would be usable again anyway; in the meantime, it was time to test the product.

I sauntered over to her side. She was gasping and catching her breath, her whole torso twisting and writhing around as the sensitivity of her tits rubbing against the fabric inside her suit drove her wild.

"Ahhhh! What the hell - did - you - do - to - meee!" She wailed again, turning her head aside and gritting her teeth.

"Success!" I laughed to myself. "Hey, be a little happier. Millions of women would give up their life savings for a bigger rack, let alone a pair like these."

Before she could respond, I took a little pity on her, and began to unbutton the front of her jacket - easy, since all but one button had already popped off. She tried to fight back, but that basically just meant a futile wiggling. It practically flew open as I gave the last button a tug - and I beheld the big round globes... hidden only by a thin, sweat-soaked blouse and a bra.

I could see the outline of her expanded nipples poking through the blouse underneath; her old bra couldn't contain their swollen beauty. The blouse was soaking with her sweat, clinging to her generous, gorgeous boob-mass. I licked my lips, and started to unbutton her blouse... a little more work, it actually could stretch to accommodate her bigger boobies. Her fighting continued, but I won again, easily undoing it, and pulling it open as well.

Her white bra was already undone and slid up her chest as I revealed them. Her new tits were magnificent, even more than I had hoped for. Large brown nipples capped proud Ds, or maybe even F-cups - pleasant globes, their mass sagging only a tiny bit to each side as she laid on her back. It made some sick part of me drool with anticipation that those big jugs were going to shrink down to tiny little grapes along with all the rest of her; she'd have little jiggly things that would fit under my thumbs.

I reached out and took them, one in each hand, pushing them together - eliciting another moan from her. I bent forward, opening my mouth, meeting her panicked eyes as I found one nipple. I felt her whole body go tense underneath me as the pleasure shot directly into her mind. Her tits were incredibly sensitive now - equally sensitive as her clit. I sucked harder, taking most of the big nipple into my mouth. I hopped up for a moment, straddling her helpless body with my own smaller one as I came back down to lick and suck at her other nipple.

It didn't take long. I switched back and forth, teasing her a few times before I pressed them both together and licked both goodies on offer. Her moans became a low wail, and I felt her tenseness slacken as waves of pleasure washed out of her tits throughout her whole body. I'd induced my first boob-gasm. The vacant, happy look on her face was beautiful - if only for a few moments. As I came back up, she shook herself, squirming in the restraints, and - still panting, but gathering her thoughts again - raged at me.

"You bitch! What the fuck is this! Some kind of drug?" She tried to kick her legs free, and failed.

"Oh, don't be insulting. This is cutting-edge science... I think." I slid off of her and came down to the floor, landing lightly on both of my sneakered feet. I spun around, went over to the machine, and put one hand against it. The steam jets had stopped at some point while I was attacking her breasts. The machine was still a little bit too hot, but it would be usable soon. I bit my lip. What next, I wondered? I glanced at the accumulator's charge indicator on the screen. Still over ninety percent. Excellent.

An idea came to mind. I turned to face her, and walked back to her side. Her eyes went wide as my hands played along her body. I unzipped her skirt, gently sliding it out from under her ass and setting it aside; she wouldn't need it anymore. Beneath, she was wearing plain white panties, just like her bra.

She was surprisingly boring, aside from the push-up bra, but I guess that was just a nod to a man's world that always favored the bigger rack... but she had such an amazing body underneath her outfit! I'd still been kind of hoping to find lacy black panties and tattoos within, though. She already had a fantastic ass, I had to admit; there was nothing for me to improve there.

I wondered for a moment, and thumbed the hem of her panties; in shock, she tried to turn away, but couldn't. I got them halfway down her legs, and she closed her eyes and turned her head partly away in shame. I could see her face was already bright red and tears were forming in her eyes.


The Shrinking Machine Ch. 01



I frowned. She had a big, hairy bush; in the hot room, the wiry pubic hair was mostly matted against her skin, but some stray hairs still stuck out in every direction. I ran an experimental finger along her slit. She was very wet, probably because of what I'd done with her tits.

I probed one finger inside, and she groaned in a failing attempt to resist as I sneaked within her body. I toyed with her clit briefly, but her reaction wasn't really very sexy. I sighed. Well, the machine ought to be cooled off by then; time to change her a bit more. I slid off the bedside and walked over toward the computer again.

"What are you doing?" Her voice now had more fear in it than anger. "What's going on? What happened to my body?"

"Ready for another round? Cause I am." I loaded another two files, pre-set stuff that I then set to combining into a single sequence. It would take a few minutes. Actually creating whole sequences from scratch took much longer that this; usually hours, poring through Dad's notes. Maybe it would go faster once I understood the theory.

She continued to fidget in her bonds for a while, her massive tits jiggling constantly and threatening to distract me. It took another few minutes for the thing to compile. I reviewed it one last time, then pressed Commit. The machine whirred to life again as I went over and opened a window to let the humidity out - it would barely be enough to let me keep using the machine, but it would be enough.

"No!" She twisted and thrashed more forcefully as she heard the machine coming back online. "Wait! No!" She screamed it as the sequence began and steam hissed, then the telltale keening sound of the operation cycle began. The room heated up further as I padded back toward her, keeping clear of its field and the steam jets until the machine's sequence had ended. The invisible field surrounded her whole body, this time with an even more ambitious set of transformations for her. Her screams weakened, finally fading into sensual moans again.

As I watched, she changed a little bit more into what I had in mind for her. The hair over her pussy vanished forever, leaving only bare smooth skin, and then the same happened to all the hair below her head. The field lingered inside her pussy for a while, drastically increasing her capacity to secrete wetness.

The bigger changes happened inside her nervous system. Her whole body became more sensitive to the female touch; it would cause a chain reaction in her nerves and brain that would make her arousal inevitable. The field's semi-intelligent software found its way along her nerves, down to her clit and its specialized pleasure nerves. It forced those to grow, increasing her capacity to feel orgasmic pleasure fivefold, then the field seeped out into her body as a whole.

It found her hormones and associated glands, and stimulated them to grow and become much stronger, permanently saturating her mind with a dripping need for sex. Her body would never let her mind get very far from thoughts of sex and pleasure anymore, especially not the type she could find with other girls. The nerves on her tongue also were blessed with a change - the taste of pussy became an instant favorite, especially what she perceived as mine.

The machine wound down, hissing steam. I walked over to her once it was fully into its cooling cycle, hopping back up onto the side of the bed and surveying my work. Her bald pussy looked delicious; smooth and delectable. I ran one hand over the soft mons of her sex, and she gasped and shuddered at my touch - just the way I wanted her to.

I smiled as she moaned, her newly sensitive skin already overloading her mind. She would get used to it soon, but in the first few moments, it would be a real shock. I sidled up just enough that my ass touched her side - and she moaned louder, simple contact with me being enough to send a tiny jolt of pleasure throughout her body.

It was getting hot - not just sexually, but actually very hot. Like a sauna. My shirt was completely stuck to my skinny frame. I sighed, looking down at it; I really had to find a way to make the machine more heat-efficient. Dad hadn't really focused much on the convenience factors with it, he'd just been out to prove the theory.

I reached down to the hem of my shirt, and peeled it up and over my head, taking a deep breath and reveling in the feel of my sweaty skin being bared. My bra - more or less just decorative, I didn't actually need it - was uncomfortably wet on the inside too, so I reached around behind myself and snapped it off. My tiny tits soon felt the warm air on them too, and I was no less sweaty for it, but it was freeing and sexy. I bit my lip and looked down at my creation again.

She was looking up at me, her eyes wide as she'd watched me strip. I smiled and ran one hand along her stomach again, this time stopping right in between her tits. She groaned as I got close to them, then twisted around.

"Stop... please..." She was panting too, her big tits heaving.

I rolled my eyes and hopped off the side of the bed, giving one of her nipples a tweak as I left. She moaned for a second again as I came up and tested the machine. It was still hot. Well, I needed time to think anyway - what next?

"Please..." There was no anger anymore in her voice behind me, just a small and pathetic plea. "I won't tell anyone... just... please let me go..."

I turned, folding my arms. "Aww, is the arrogant bitchy lawyer girl already giving up?" I came up to her side again, and hopped up, planting my butt next to her body. She looked hilarious - strapped to the table, those wonderfully heaving tits swaying with each breath, all of her skin and her bald pussy glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her hair splayed out everywhere, and wearing an expression like a lost puppy.

"Please..." Her lip trembled. "I have a life... I have a career... don't do this to me..."

"Oh, come on." I waved a hand. "You're as miserable a bitch as they come. You don't have anyone that's going to miss you." I stopped for a moment. Maybe it was time? It was time. I walked back to the computers.

"No..." I heard her continue to plea, but tuned her out as I began to tap another sequence in while the cooling sequence finished. The machine would be ready by the time I was done - this would be another long one. The accumulator read 81% - all of those changes, including expanding her boobs, hadn't taken that as much energy as I thought. Maybe I could even shrink her today! I smiled to myself.

I tapped and tapped, loading file after file and extracting the parts I wanted from work I'd stayed up all last night doing - until her pleas turned into quiet mumbles. I took a drink from my warm coffee, which I'd nearly forgotten about. About ten minutes later, I reviewed the sequence. It had taken longer than I expected, but I wanted nothing but perfection from her - and best of all, this would be the start of what I was most waiting for. I tapped the Commit button and stood up, stretching. I smiled at her. She was going to make such a fucking awesome toy. I wondered - suddenly, I recalled something.

"Oh, hey, I forgot." She looked over at me, then back at the machine in horror as she heard it humming. The glowing parts took on a sparkling pattern of spiraling flashes as it loaded an especially complex array of reality warps. She struggled uselessly for a while, sobbing and moaning 'no' over and over. I tried to talk loud enough to be heard over the machine. "What was your name again?"

She turned her head back to me, eyes wide, not even comprehending until the last second before the firing sequence began. "Wha-"

The machine's field shot out and seeped into her body, first spreading throughout her whole person and beginning a gradual shrinking process. Ever so slowly, the whole of her body was reduced, inch by inch, which taxed the accumulator considerably - but the speed at which it happened left just barely enough energy to let it begin the more complex work within her mind.

While the greater field began her inexorable process toward smallness, the field also found her nervous system and rode it right up into her brain. There, it began to do wonders to her attitude. I came up near her again, staying clear of the field. I was fairly sure I could be nearby and even touch her and the machine would only do its work on her once it was locked in - but I wasn't sure enough to risk it. There was no need to turn myself into a compliant lesbian slave too, and become even more petite at that.

It found her consciousness and began to insert some interesting new elements. From then on, anything she heard from me would bypass most of her critical thinking skills; I could tell her the moon was made of cheese and she'd innocently ask me what kind. Her ambitions, willpower, and that assertive, go-getter personality were each corrupted and twisted by the field's mind-altering power.

She would remember what it was to be her old self, but she'd never really recover the independent thinking and willpower that she had. I rearranged her emotions a little to allow sex to fill the void left by the life she'd once possessed; she wouldn't need a rewarding career, self-affirmation, travel plans, or anything like that. She'd be happy with just a good orgasm, or ten, a day.

I worked my fingers over my clit as I watched the tiny shifts her body underwent as it was reduced. She'd lost a few inches already, but it was nothing someone would notice right away unless they'd been familiar with her before. She might be able to tell some of them she was wearing heels before, but soon that point would be past and her reduced size would make it impossible for her to pretend to be her old self with anyone who'd ever known her.

My imagination began to sneak into the future, a world where my loving, tiny slave was too small to even show herself in the outside world, who no longer had anyone else but me, and willingly accepted whatever treatment I subjected her to. To simply be my possession was all she would ever need, once her willpower had been reduced as much as her body would be.

Perhaps the most important right then - what I began with the last change, I finished with this one. The machine wasn't quite finished corrupting and altering who she once was. It found her sense of self and what she wanted to be in life, eroded them both down until they only tiny shreds of who she used to be - and then it induced a deep, powerful, slavish devotion to me; her entire existence was soon reconstructed around the idea of pleasing me.

She existed to serve me, to please me, to be touched and enjoyed by me. If that wasn't enough, I had the machine seek out her sexuality, first permanently altering her into a pure lesbian, then twisting her desires around and around along with all the rest of her mind, until she would become aroused by anything that visibly aroused me - whether she wanted to be or not.

Finally, I had it insert a new kind of enjoyment - I had the machine link the fear and insecurity of being feeble and helpless with sexual excitement. She would never consciously understand it, the connection would be too deeply buried, but any time she felt trepidation or fear of her all-powerful Mistress, any time she was utterly powerless to stop me from having my way with her, her nipples would stiffen and her pussy would become soaking wet, and her body would inch ever closer to the peak of pleasure. I took some pride in all that - it'd taken me no small effort to program the machine to change her so profoundly.

What I didn't do in all this, however, was imbue her with any special fetish or interest in her own inevitable miniaturization. Something told me it would be more fun if, after all that I'd done to her mind, she still was reluctant to be reduced to pocket-size.

The machine's whirring began to slow down. At my best guess, along with much of her willpower, she'd also lost about six or seven inches with this last exposure - she looked to be roughly my size now. Suddenly, I was distracted by flashes and loud popping, then zapping sounds coming from the battery rack again.

This time it was from several of them, and a cable fell off one as sparks flew out into the room in a brilliant orange shower. I shielded my eyes and face, turning away and grimacing as I smelled the acrid chemical smoke of the charred battery. The machine proper may have been powered by the accumulator, but the other machines involved ran on the more conventional AC current. Unfortunately, Dad wasn't much of an electrician, and I wasn't any better.

The lights in the whole house flickered on and off, the clock radio on the workbench resetting. The computer lost power, and as the lights came back on, I heard it beeping with the sound of a reboot. I cursed myself; how had I not thought to hook up a battery backup to the CPU?

"Mistress Rachel..." I was glad to find that one other minor change among all the others had set in - she would now address me properly. Her voice was breathy now, and slightly higher, panting with the effort and likely headache involved the profound alterations and shifts her mind had been subjected to. The pain, if any, would clear up momentarily.

I looked over at her, and she was staring up at me with loving, happy eyes, infatuated and incredibly joyful just to see me. Immediately there was already another flood of wetness, making my panties stick to my skin more than could be accounted for by the room's temperature. Her eyes constantly darted between my bare tits and my face. I stopped, figuring the computer could wait. I had backups of all the software anyway. I'm not an idiot. I said I'm a code monkey, right?

"Yes, dear?" I came up to her side, hopping up and settling my butt on the edge of the bed again. This time she didn't try to edge away, but welcomed my closeness. I let one hand go out and find the center of her stomach, resting on the warm, sweaty skin. She moaned with pleasure at my simple touch.

She seemed at a loss for words for a time, just staring into my eyes, barely able to meet them. I could almost taste her loving defeat. She finally choked out some words. "I'm so... so... so sorry about earlier, Mistress... I said so many things to you..."

"But you're better now, right? That wasn't the new you talking." I stroked my hand around, sliding it up toward her big tits. I wanted to suck on them again... but there were other things I wanted to do first. She writhed playfully beneath my touch, smiling at the welcome caress. Yeah, she was definitely much better this way.

"Yes, Mistress. Of course. I would never question you." She paused. "And Mistress - my name... it was Summer - Summer Whates. I hope you like my name, Mistress, but if you have another one for me, I will forget being Summer."

"Hmmm..." I folded my arms. "Summer is a nice name, actually. You can still be called Summer. But you belong to me now."

"Of course." She said it as though I'd told her the sun would rise in the morning. She glanced down at herself, and noticed something was odd. Her jeans, which, even with her sweat and wetness making them stick to her, seemed oversized. Looking around slightly, she noticed her hands and feet weren't quite as secure in the restraints anymore. She looked back at me. "Mistress... did this table get bigger?"

"Not exactly..." I felt another twinge inside myself as I thought about it. "I shrank you a little. And you came out well... it fits you. You were meant to be smaller for me." I slid one hand up her chest, finding those globes again, and then sneaked it back south - toward her sex.

Her eyes went wider still as my fingers found her clit and entrance, and I relished the sensation of her newly bald, perfectly smooth mons, and the plump, soaked lips within. I ran my hand over it a few times before slipping one finger inside her slick channel, making her squirm in her restraints. Her eyes met mine, and she shied away, unable to look her Mistress in the eyes for more than a second.

It was so hot that I was compelled to play with myself briefly as well, letting my other hand go under the hem of my jeans and find my clit. Her squirming and the bouncing of those gorgeous tits as she lost herself to pleasure just from my exploring fingers was working quickly. I inserted a second, finding her entrance even more soaked and more than willing to accept. I wondered how much tighter she was, now that I'd done this to her. I inserted a third, feeling a bit of resistance. Her expression became more strained, but she didn't stop her moaning sounds.

I let a thumb come to rest on her clit, working it around slowly as I pumped my fingers in and out. The hissing of the steam stopped, and soon the only noises in the room were her moans and the slick sounds of my fingers within her. Her back arched, jutting those tits out in a beautiful way. I bent forward, leaning down toward her face; her eyes darted back and forth, afraid to look me in the face, but also filled with wonder that I would give her such personal treatment.

This time was special, though - after this, she'd be experiencing sex in a whole new way, so I let her stare at my face up close for now - while our bodies were roughly the same size. Her moans became a slight whimpering as she was filled with trepidation and pleasure, the two forces warring in her slave mind.

I suddenly attacked, giving her a big, sloppy kiss as my thumb pressed her hard. I felt her weight shifting and squirming underneath me as her body involuntarily fought the restraints. Her orgasm triggered quickly, and she soon was moaning loudly right into my mouth as her orgasm built higher and higher, then slowly, gracefully, exploded into more pleasure than she had ever felt before.

Her moans became a low scream of excitement and sheer emotional force as the waves of it threatened to sweep her mind away, blasting out from her clit and into every corner, fold, and crevice of her body. Every nerve briefly became one of pleasure as the epic, colossal orgasm detonated within her again and again.

I had come up when it finally began to wind down. I'd enjoyed watching her total abandon, her eyes rolling back and breath becoming a quick pant as it briefly turned her into nothing more than an animal. Her mind reassembled itself while I drew my hand off her clit, looking down at it - shiny and soaked with her wetness. I gave it a lick, and found she tasted strong and feminine, just what I liked. I wiped it off on her skirt - it would make typing difficult - and slid off the side of the bed.

"Mistress..." She was still breathless, but forced it out. "I can't believe it... that felt so amazing... will it be like this every time now?"

"That was just a taste. I was sizing you up so I could play with you better next time." I turned back toward her.

"Unnnhh..." Just telling her that seemed to have some effect on her body, and she shifted a little. "Mistress, I want to please you so much... tell me how I can please you."

"Hmmm..." Her voice, her loving expression... she couldn't be faking it. "I'm going to untie you. Hold still."

"Yes, Mistress." She held perfectly still as I undid the ropes, fiddling with knots I'd forgotten how I tied. After a few minutes, I finally had them undone, and she stayed right there in place - still holding perfectly motionless.

"Sit up, strip, and come to me."

She bolted upright, joyfully, and slid her feet to the floor - and as she stood, she turned around, taking in the world around her. Everything must have seemed a bit bigger to her then, more daunting and overbearing. The world I lived in every day. It was just the start for her...

"Tell me, what's it like to be short and puny?"

"It's strange, Mistress..." She ran her hands up and down her sides, shivering - and not from the cold. "It's a little scary, but if you like me more this way, then I like it too."




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 01



I sighed, then pointed at her clothes again. "Did I not just tell you to strip?"

She gave a start, then grabbed her jacket and pulled it off, throwing it away immediately. As I stood there topless, she pushed the panties around her knees down to the floor and kicked them away, shucked her blouse, then pulled her bra over her head. She was gloriously nude now, and I licked my lips. She'd come out so well - not that she'd been anything less than sexy before. Her huge tits swayed as she walked toward me; moments ago they'd been a bit bigger, but I liked them even more now that I'd made her whole self a little smaller.

You see, I've never resented how petite I am - to me, it's not that I'm too small, it's that all those other girls are too fucking big. I'm fine with men being big. It suits them. I like men; I like them big, strong, and in charge. The hateful, jealous streak that I so carefully hid was always reserved only for other females taller than me, especially those who tried to push me around - the latest of which had been Summer here. The key words, of course, being 'had been'.

I knew that I was using the machine to act on some sick and twisted parts of myself that had lain dormant for years - but at that point, I didn't care. She was a bitch in need of an attitude adjustment, I had an interesting new toy that could make us both happy; it's a win/win, right? I glanced down at myself again. I wondered if I ought to adjust myself too.

Well, I did resent having such a flat chest... but now that I'd had such success with a human test subject, maybe I could do something about it. Using the machine on myself would have to be later, though. I wanted to finish Summer's metamorphosis into a toy before I even considered that.

Summer knelt in front of me, closing her eyes and looking down. So fucking sexy, to see her so completely changed - reduced so much. I briefly wondered what to do next, then smiled.

"It's too hot in here. Undress me." Already topless, I folded my arms and stood in place and gave her an imperious stare, clearly expecting her to do all the work. I felt her nervous fingers on the button of my jeans, trembling as she undressed her goddess. She untied my little sneakers, gently removing them one by one and putting them aside. She peeled my jeans off slowly and sensuously, biting her lip as more of my skinny leg was revealed.

She neatly folded my jeans, using far more care with my clothes than she had with her own expensive suit, and then, her hands shaking more than ever, found the hem of my lacy black panties. Her mouth and eyes went wide as she tugged them off, revealing my slender waist and shaven pussy. She was all but panting at the sight of my body. Really, she had the true centerfold body between of the two of us, but her reaction to my nudity made me feel like a total sexpot. I smiled.

"Mistress... thank you..." She bowed back down after placing my soaked panties atop my jeans.

"Did I say you were done yet?"

"No!" She squeaked.

"That's right. Now lick." I widened my stance only slightly, and let both of my hands come down to rest on her head as I felt her hot breath approach my pussy. I gasped as her hot tongue found me, wasting no time in seeking out my clit. Her eager fingers wrapped around my waist, and one sneaked down beneath and found my hairless pussy.

I let my fingers scrape into her scalp as I felt her loving treatment. She was gentle, yet loving and boisterous, and felt no hesitation in accepting any part of me, no matter how sweat-drenched it was. Her tongue dashed around in a natural, simple pattern, responding perfectly to my every breath and response - as if she was meant to do this her whole life.

She didn't tease me; once commanded, she set about to bringing me off as quickly and as powerfully as possible. Her hands found my waist to steady me as I felt it approaching. I bucked my hips, feeling her warm skin against my thighs as she worshipped me.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I gasped. "Ahhhh!" The pleasure rose, crested, then crashed, then again, and again. I gasped and wailed aloud; I'd never felt so good, or just let loose so easily. Being absolutely certain that I owned her must have awakened something inside me. I came and came, longer than it had ever lasted before - but it did eventually end. I was gasping for breath by the time it ended, most of my weight resting on her shoulders as I came back to my senses.

Her tongue continued to play with me through the orgasm as it ended, then let off me just as I became too sensitive to enjoy any more. She settled back to her kneeling position. I left my hands on her head for balance, and she bore it without complaint, until I righted myself and stretched. "That... was good, slave."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Now, Summer..." I paused. "In your bag over there is your cell phone. Go get it, and call your office. You're going to tell them you need to take an emergency leave for, hmmm... medical reasons..." I strode over to the chair in front of the computer, plopping my bare ass down in it. "...and you can't talk about it."

"Right away, Mistress Rachel. Would you like me to start motions for them stop foreclosing on the house too?" She sounded enthusiastic about it at first, but I got the impression she wasn't sure if that would work.

I thought for a time, then decided against it. "No, just tie it up in paperwork or something for, um, say a couple days, a week if you can; I don't need the extra hassle of settling Dad's estate, and it might get somebody's attention if you just grab it off someone else's plate, especially as you also quit... I don't want to fuck around with fixing all that right now. They can have the house. I just need enough time to pack up the machine and all of Dad's notes and stuff about his theory."

"Yes, Mistress." She stood and walked over to where I'd put her handbag, fished around, and found her cell phone. She immediately set to dialing on it, then turned away as she started to talk to somebody. The conversation rapidly became incomprehensible with legal jargon. I sat in my chair; the air was cooling down just enough that being nude was a little chilly, but not unbearable yet. Despite having come only a minute ago, as I stared at her body and licked my lips, I found my hand wandering back to my folds as I thought of my real plan for her.

My eyes slid down her body, back to her ass; she hadn't bothered to get dressed, as I hadn't told her to. Her voice on the phone was almost exactly as it was before, save for a few moments of odd hesitation and confusion; she seemed to have trouble answering more directly phrased questions or demand. Maybe I'd pushed a little too far when I made her a slave. I could see the hint of the lips of her pussy peeking out where her legs met. She began to stride idly around, talking shop with somebody on the other end.

She hung up, and called somebody else, starting another similar conversation. I began to rifle through my mental catalog of fantasies, wondering which to indulge first when she was tiny. She was droning on to somebody, making a kind of case.

I finally settled on a sequence that appealed to me. It was time to turn her into a toy for real. I licked my lips, and started to tap in a sequence. It was a simple one, though it would take a lot of power. When it was ready, I let my fingers return to my folds as she wrapped up the phone conversation.

She clicked it off, and returned her phone to her bag. Turning, she immediately went back down onto her knees. "It's done, Mistress. Some of the paperwork was filed incorrectly, and will be at least another week to re-file; I've also been granted an indefinite leave of absence. When you tell me to, I will give my resignation."

"That's a good slave." I nodded. "Come here, Summer. Stand in front of me again."

"Mistress." She stood up in front of me, looking down at me where I was seated. I stood as well, coming face to face with her; her eyes shied away as she met mine. I let one hand find her pussy. It was still hot and slick, drenched really; the change I'd made to her there was working too. My touch alone made girl-juice run down her legs within moments.

I took some up on a finger and licked it; a strong, female flavor, which I knew we both loved. I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth again as I wrapped one arm around her back. She gasped, her arms staying at her sides as I played with her. Her head leaned back and I suckled at her more, switching between her two huge tits. My fingers in her pussy moved quickly, toying with her.

I teased her a few times, letting her come close, then letting the moment slip away. Her skin was slippery against mine as we both heated up again, but this time had less to do with the machine's steam valves. Her tits shone with a layer of my spittle, and my hand was utterly coated with her girl-stuff; she was already too much fun. I pushed one more time, not stopping, and she came in my arms.

I watched her eyes go wide as her new supercharged pleasure nerves detonated pure bliss out from her clit, forcing her into a realm of pure orgasm for a few precious moments. Her whole body quivered as she gave a low animal wail, then another as another overwhelming pulse took over her being for a couple seconds. Again and again her body tensed and slackened and I held her to me as she came, feeling her labored breathing as she finally began to regain her senses.

"Oh... oh my god... Mistress... that... oh my god..." she went on to herself, gibbering small and disconnected expressions of wonder and love for me, as her mind scattered between the pleasure surging through it and trying to wrap around the new order of things I'd imposed there.

Gradually, I saw light and recognition return to her eyes as thought reasserted itself; I guess the orgasm was powerful enough to trip a circuit breaker, for lack of a better expression. I liked it, and decided to leave her orgasms so overpowering.

I waited for her to recover, folding one leg over the other. I glanced at the rudimentary ASCII display on the screen; really, I had to make a lot of improvements. Half the 'options' it was capable of I only knew about because I was a programmer myself, and had looked through his source code over the course of all last week.

Dad... always so big on theory, but apparently pretty half-ass on implementation. She came down to a kneeling position next to my chair. I pointed toward the screen, and noted as I did that the accumulator read 55%; I'd lost a lot of energy in the short-out. Damn. Well, I guess we'd see how much I could shrink her with half a tank of gas. Mental note: clean up the power supply problem first, when I get the thing back to the condo.

I typed for a few moments, loading a program I'd put together yesterday... mainly just to see if the machine could do it at all. When the machine confirmed it was a valid sequence in test mode, I'd drenched my panties and spent the next hour masturbating as I thought through who I'd use it on first... until I settled on this lawyer chick.

"See this?" I pointed at the command prompt. Come on, Dad, you couldn't have at least done up some graphics or whatever, so I'd at least have a preview of the finished product? It was kind of hard to work with this command-line stuff when I'm trying to sculpt a woman into my perfect image of sexual desire.

"M... mmmmm... Mistress?" She looked puzzled, and still a little disoriented from her earth-shattering orgasm.

"This is the control interface for the machine I've been using to make changes to you."

"I see, Mistress." She stared at the screen, then pursed her lips as she looked downward. "It looks very old, Mistress... but thank you for using it on me. I feel so great now!" There was a dreamy, airy happiness to everything she said now; I wondered if making her come so hard had shaken loose something in her mind.

I grinned, thinking back to the image of her diminishing body. "Don't say that quite yet - this is the sequence on the screen now will turn you into what I really want." I pointed at the filename - girlshrink_01.

"What's that, Mistress Rachel?"

I shrugged. "I'm going to shrink you more. A lot more, actually - just about big enough to fit in one hand, I think." I gestured with two index fingers, one maybe nine inches above the other. "About... this big? Give or take. I've never done it before."

She paused, then shook her head as she was forced to consider my statement. "Mistress..." She stared into my eyes for a few moments, utterly innocent and full of trepidation now. "I... that's... I'm a little scared... can a person survive that?"

"Of course. It's why I've done everything so far. The machine is already programmed, and there's a delay on the commit button. I want you to press it yourself and go back in front of the machine. It'll be your perfect gift to me. Shrink yourself into a little toy, Summer." I leveled my gaze at her. 

She inched away from me. "Mistress... but I'm scared! Even if it's perfectly safe, I'd be tiny, helpless... it's so much at once..."

"You're too big for me, Summer." I closed a finger and thumb almost completely together in front of one eye. "I want you to be much smaller."

"Um, Mistress, maybe you can just make me a little shorter to start?" Bargaining; the plea was back in her voice. Clearly some kind of resistance to my will remained in her. I quietly groaned to myself; perhaps the mind control functions of the machine needed some fine-tuning still...

"Not good enough. I already know exactly what I want. Shrink for me, Summer."

Her eyes brightened with an idea. "Or perhaps you can make yourself very tall, Mistress! Then you'd be bigger than me, and everyone else too!"

"You want me to change for you, Summer?" I glared at her, tilting my head. Impossible anyway, kind of, and I wasn't super interested regardless.

She paled and recoiled in shock. "Of course not, Mistress!"

"Then shrink yourself, Summer. Make yourself so small and so weak that you can't ever go back into the world." I put some steel into my voice. "Didn't you just say that you would never question me? This is the only way I will be satisfied with you."

I took on a quieter, more conciliatory tone. "Well, if you don't do it, I'll change you back. I'll make sure you remember everything that happened today - but you'll never be able to tell anyone, of course. You'll just have to go through the rest of your life knowing you could have been something special and perfect, but you gave it up so that you could pretend you're more than a slave. Then I'll just find some other girl to shrink into a lovely little toy, and she'll be the one who I cum with... every day."

Actually, I probably would do that anyway... but she could find that out later, once she was already shrunk and beyond helpless.

With a trembling lip, Summer looked back and forth between myself and the machine. Her face twisted up with the agony of indecision. I could see she was teetering. I smiled up at her, then kicked two legs up onto the top of the desk. I let the hand that had been toying with my folds return to its task, slender fingers parting my lips and playing with my clit - making sure she saw me do it. She bit her lip and gave a wanton stare at my exploring fingers, obviously incredibly aroused at the sight of me pleasuring myself.

"Please don't change me back to how I used to be, Mistress Rachel." She said it with a quiet plea, not even meeting my eyes. "I've never felt like I do now. But Mistress - I can be so useful to you like I am now... I can make a lot of money for us, and I know lots of important people who owe me favors and things, and, umm... please, if you just give me a chance to live with you for a while, I can make all of your problems go away... and, umm..."

"Umm what?" I mocked her a little. "Who cares? I don't really give a damn about any of that, Summer. I have a machine that gives me total power over anyone, mind and body. I don't need you, or your money. I only want you to be a tiny toy girl that I can shove down my panties - but if you won't, it'll be someone else. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Take it or leave it."

"Mistress..." Her trembling hand was reaching out toward the mouse, which already had the cursor floating over the black and green Commit button on the screen. She looked over at me with the doe eyes again. "Is it... permanent?"

I grinned, stroking a finger along her chin, speaking softly near her ear. "It's absolutely permanent. I'd have it no other way. We both know you just want to be a toy anyway. I gave you a taste, Summer... but if you want me to accept you as my slave, you're going to have to do something about your size first."

"I..." She was silent for a time. "I don't know."

"Just think - this will be the last hard decision you'll ever have to make. From today on, all the thinking will be up to me. All you'll have to do is be my toy and make me come. Again... and again... and again..." I let the fingers on my clit rub around in circles, tracing a hypnotic pattern that she watched out of the corner of her eye. 

I watched her eyes follow my wandering fingers as I reassured her. "Of course, I'll treat you well. You'll be warm and cozy, well-fed... we'll watch movies, play games... you can read books and go online, lots of things... and we'll have conversations too, like normal people - that is, when I'm not using you the way you know you want to be used. You'll cum so hard, and so much, when you're small... we'll cum together every day... you'll belong to a loving Mistress that has you right where she wants you, in your proper place... in the palm of her hand."

She stood there trembling a while longer, then, I saw more tears stream out. She pursed her lips, squeezing her eyes shut as her leg trembled; I was closely watching her finger which was inching toward the button which would start the final process. Finally, with a quiet whimper, she pressed it.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. She gave me one last look of fear and confusion - probably more shocked at her own actions than mine - and she turned and hurried back to the middle of the garage. She sat up on the gurney again, squinting her eyes shut. Seconds later, it whirred once more, steam hissing out. Summer bit her lip as the machine readied to have its way with her existence one more time. I stood, and again my hand went to my bare clit as I leaned forward, fixing my gaze as her willing miniaturization began.

The invisible field went to work, and this time, it was spread uniformly throughout her whole body. I caught the first hint of her reduction before she did, as I watched her get a tiny bit shorter in comparison to a tool on the wall behind her. It continued, picking up speed, and she gasped as she noticed it - and felt it. The heat and sensation in her body increased, and she hugged herself tightly over her fantastic tits as her entire person shrank, boobs and all.

I did stretch the truth a little. The shrinking is definitely permanent, but it's not entirely irreversible. It was possible to use the machine to return her to her normal size, or even make her grow beyond that. The problem was that the energy needed to make someone grow was three orders of magnitude higher than it was to make them shrink.

It would take several years' worth of accumulator charges to return her to her former size. That also meant using it to make myself only an inch taller would drain the machine completely - not that I wanted to. I liked being petite, and the permanence of her Summer's state only made it hotter to me.

The fingers on my clit flew; I was leaking wetness down my legs, more than ever before... I even felt the blood-warm stuff drip off my ankle. It was even hotter to watch than I thought it would be. She was already less than my size, unbelievably cute and short - I was tempted to walk up and kiss her; the thought of doing it during her transformation sent another surge of heat out of my pussy. I resisted, telling myself it was too risky until I understood the field better.




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 02



"Thanks for coming over, Dr. Rose, Mr. Stalvert." I widely swept a hand inside. "Please come in."

The woman standing at the front door of my condo gave a perfunctory smile, cordial but brief. I gave her a quick up and down as she passed me, breezing in through the front door and looking around. She was in her late forties to early fifties, maybe; about ten years younger than Dad had been when he passed a month back. Her red curls - peppered with grey-white streaks - were tied back into a short ponytail, and she was wearing a simple green-colored jacket and blouse with matching pants.

She had a good figure, too, especially for a woman of her age; apple-size breasts, a trim waist... her hands and neck belied her years, though. Dr. Rose was, of course, taller than me at about five feet and eight inches - roughly the same height as the man following her in, though he didn't walk straight-backed and proud, as she did. He was boring-looking; middle-aged, with receding hair and a flat expression, and was wearing a black pinstriped suit with a similarly unimaginative blue tie. He had a leather case in his hand. That would be John Stalvert, her attorney. Why couldn't I get away from those?

I myself was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a heavy, black woolen sweater - along with a pair of walking shoes and a hairband. My chestnut hair was swept back and tied into a short ponytail, freshly brushed and not quite as scraggly as usual. Of course, for those who didn't already know, I'm a lifelong shrimp - barely five feet tall, scrawny and small-breasted... but I'm cute as a button, or so the boring and sex-hungry men I used to sleep with would tell me.

In the spare bedroom, adjoining to the kitchen where I was inviting in these dreaded guests, was my lovely little Summer - the girl I'd used the machine on two weeks ago. I'd used its sort-of limitless power to make some adjustments to things about her body, the way she thought... and, of course, to make her about eight inches tall. In the same room was the machine itself - where I had set it up - and the primary emitter was aimed straight through the wall at the dining table. All according to plan!

It had taken me almost four days to get it into working order after we packed it up and got it out of my Dad's old place... and, fortunately, there had been no serious mistakes in the process. I had been expecting at least some, given how often I decided to take little sex breaks with Summer and lose my place in the re-assembly process. I'd been exploring all kinds of interesting possibilities with my miniature toy lover ever since I used the machine to shrink her.

She was so incredibly fucking sexy at her new size - and the twists I'd put into her psyche made her love it, and she came just as hard during our games as I did. In the past twenty-four hours alone, she'd been lovingly inserted almost completely inside my pussy, twice, then carried around in my purse for half a day around town, and then been coated up to her neck in chocolate syrup and sprinkles - which I then slowly licked off her as she squealed with delight.

To her credit, she was adapting to her new existence well - I was still trying to figure out a good way to work around her fear of heights, and the vulnerability of her new size to cold and a few other things I hadn't though of before we'd jointly 'decided' she was better off permanently reduced to pocket-size... but there was no rush. I just had to turn up the thermostat in the meantime; more excuse to walk around naked.

Not right at that moment though. Houseguests. I had the thermostat back at seventy. Summer was safely bundled up in the machine room.

Anyway, earlier in the week, once I was sure I had the machine set up correctly, I'd targeted a willing Summer for a few test runs, trying small changes like altering her hair color and making her only able to speak French for a little while.

Once I was satisfied and had reverted all the test changes to Summer, we'd begun using it surreptitiously on a few of the neighbors too - but I'd shied away from seriously altering them. Just a few little things, mostly already reversed.

It would be too difficult to get out of if something went wrong, especially if I burned too much charge on the accumulator in the process - and I couldn't count on the bulky, power-hungry, overheating-prone machine to bail me out of any trouble I got myself into. Not yet. I needed to know more about the underlying theory, and the limitations of the technology.

"Thank you, Rachel, for meeting with me like this." The red-headed woman straightened her jacket. "I'd hoped from the start that you and I could come to some understanding. I'm sure Michael wouldn't want us fighting over his estate." She glanced around. "Weren't you going to have your own lawyer here?"

"She's not able to sit down with us today -" I lied just a little - she could, but she'd probably raise some eyebrows, being my eight-inch-tall lesbian slave - "but I'm going to put her on speakerphone." I waved my cell phone in one hand. Summer's old cell phone was propped up next to her spot at the machine's controls; I'd broken it open and done a few hacks I found online to modify her tiny spoken voice to sound, over the phone, almost like she had before I reduced her.

Stalvert chimed in, Mr. Helpful. "Our office is available too - there's no need to use your personal residence. The firm doesn't charge either party to use it to meet." He said it in a monotone, nasal pencil-pusher's voice; polite but distant. I'd seen his name on the top of half a dozen letters in the past week - all notices that Dr. Rose, my father's former colleague, was suing to have all of Dad's research released to her, on the grounds that, as she'd collaborated with him remotely off and on, that she had more claim to it than I did.

It was true that my place wasn't much. I had a dingy two-bedroom condo in Brooklyn, complete with creaking laminate floors and heavy steel radiators in every room. I was on the fourth floor of a ten-story building, the avenue it was upon half-forgotten even by those living there, and my roommate had moved out earlier in the year - annoying at the time, but now leaving me a convenient place to house the machine.

Hairline cracks and a few spots of concrete were visible along parts of the white walls, the dozen-layered aging paint on the window frames was peeling, the multi-colored shag carpet was probably older than I was, and my décor and furniture were cheap at best; it was all a bunch of mismatched stuff I'd snagged over the years.

Sure, I'd told Summer I could use the machine to get rich, which wasn't a lie exactly - just, you know, later, when I was sure I wouldn't get caught. Summer hadn't complained about the little fib once she was down to size and happily enthralled. Hadn't complained anything else at all, for that matter.

The stained coffee table, the cheap faux-leather arm chair I plopped down in, and the frayed plaid love seat the other two used at it would serve as our meeting place. Summer was loaded, and while she was happily making sure she wasn't actually listed as a missing person, I didn't want to touch her money now - there might be someone keeping an eye on her accounts.

I waved a hand. "Here is fine. I do owe it to you, Dr. Rose, for being there for him. I know Dad was a bit of a crackpot..." I gestured widely. "... but I think you and I are the only ones who were really talking to him at all in the past ten years or so, right?"

"That... sounds about right." She gave a thin, but maybe knowing, smile; hiding something? I felt a little spot of worry cross my thoughts.

"Um - I'd like to get started, if you don't mind." Stalvert opened his bag, glancing at us both. "Could you dial in your attorney now, Ms. Cartwright?"

I nodded, and pressed some buttons on my phone. I set it on the table. Summer's voice piped out from it. "Hello?"

"Hi, Summer. This is our one o'clock, remember?"

"Of course. Hello, everyone, I'm Summer Whates; I serve the Mi- I mean, I represent... Rachel... Cartwright." Summer was still kind of capable of mimicking her old self when necessary, but I could tell she had to force my actual name out instead of 'Mistress'. I suppressed a sigh. I'd changed her too much for her to pretend at being the old Summer, or even a decent lawyer. Summer tried to continue. "You're Dr. Jennifer Rose and John... Stalvert, right?"

Dr. Rose nodded... as though Summer could see that. "Ah, yes. Getting started, then - hopefully we can be finished in an hour here. Ms. Cartwright, you've received our letters, correct?"

I frowned. "The ones claiming Dad's notes and stuff?"

"In a nutshell, yes." Stalvert nodded, gesturing to Dr. Rose to please let him take the lead. She didn't look thrilled with it, but went along. "We're here to try and work something out. Dr. Rose does have a valid claim to the work, I can assure you. Now, please understand, my client doesn't even want to take any physical property or monies from you. She only wants copies - not even the originals - of your father's notes and research, and rights to review and analyze any and all devices of his construction, including any blueprints or plans. I can show you the..."

For the following ten minutes, I sort of zoned out as I pretended to listen. Summer occasionally chimed in with some question or other, doing a marginal job of making the whole interaction seem legitimate... and agonizingly slow, if intentionally so on our part. Unfortunately, one - among many - of the machine's limitations was its calibration period when it was acquiring a new target. It had to get a super-accurate picture of what it was working with before it worked its magic - as in, molecule by molecule accurate.

Worse, the amount of time it needed seemed to be random - I hadn't tried dozens of targets yet, but it had already varied from two minutes to fifteen. I couldn't even tell what the bottleneck was or if I was doing something wrong. It also only had barely enough memory to have one calibrated target at a time, and I didn't trust myself to move Dad's software into an upgraded computer without blowing it. There had been some headway in making sense of his sloppy, un-documented code recently, but I had a long way to go.

In Summer's case, I'd been able to get her data loaded when she first came to visit me to try and claim Dad's estate due to all the debts he ran up - I bought time by hemming and hawing, and demanding detailed explanations of every single document she put in front of me. The next day, she came back and I zapped her unconscious and got to work... and now she was my tiny, devoted lover, always ready to service me.

My eyes caught Dr. Rose's briefly, and she glared at me briefly before suddenly seeming to remember to shine a bright, fake smile. I thought to myself for a moment as I listened to her lawyer. I'd looked up Stalvert's firm online - they weren't cheap. Dr. Rose must have been breaking the bank to have kept him on this so long.

The determination in her eyes, the way she kept her flat gaze fixed on me the whole time only solidified my suspicion - she was after Dad's work for more than just sentimental reasons. I doubted she'd ever did a sentimental thing at all. She also didn't just want to record all of his research for science-ey purposes or whatever professors did. She must have realized that he was on to something... but how much did she know?

I had some doubt she understood its true power - otherwise anyone with their head attached would have done much more extreme things to get my machine than hiring a lawyer and waiting several weeks for paperwork to churn through a half-dozen city clerks - but she might know enough, I realized, that zapping her lawyer's brain a little might not be dissuade her. Not by itself. I frowned. Just then, Summer interrupted Stalvert.

"Ah, Mist... Rachel, can I talk to you off the speaker for a moment?" Summer's voice and tone had changed. I glanced down at the phone, and Stalvert nodded at me, leaning back to speak quietly with Dr. Rose. I turned off the speaker, and picked it up.

"It's just us now." I said it simply.

"Mistress? I'm sorry I called you just by your name just now, it seemed-"

"No no, don't worry about that." I made it sound casual, cutting her off before she got into her rambling-apology mode. "Where do we stand?"

"It's saying it's ready, Mistress. The screen says 'frame capture 100%' - that's what we want, right?"

"That's right." I smiled at the other two, standing for a moment and walking behind the couch, feigning a, um, personal-business-ey... thing. "Just as we discussed... that's the second option, then. It's in the file labeled 'estateplan02'. Just start as soon as it's done loading. I'm putting it back on speaker now." I circled back around, sitting down and putting the phone back on the table.

I trusted that Summer remembered the code words I'd established earlier. It was only because she was so utterly enslaved and worshipful of me now that I trusted her with the machine at all. She was actually quite smart, maybe more so than myself, but I'd kind of trashed her critical thinking skills when I enslaved her.

"Yes, Mistress."

Stalvert and Dr. Rose blinked as the word "Mistress" was played loudly in front of all of us. I cursed myself. I should have waited another second before turning it on speaker mode. I fumed inwardly, but smiled at the other two, feigning like it was a joke. "Oh, haha - that, no, that was just out of context, she and I have this joke going about, uh, these people we met in this mall food court once..." I smiled and waved. Both were raising eyebrows and looking at each other... but fortunately, they seemed to brush it off. "It's a dumb story. Anyway, let's move on."

"Yes." Stalvert took a breath, then fished through his papers again. "I've highlighted here... and here - this is an excerpt from Oregon's intellectual property code..."

I'd set the program to begin slowly with Stalvert. With Dr. Rose still there, she might get suspicious if his behavior suddenly changed, and things could go wrong. Also, using it on low power like that meant the machine didn't run as hot, so those loud steam jets wouldn't alarm anybody. The invisible field expanded from the emitter, on the opposite side of the wall, and focused on Dr. Rose's bumbling attorney. I'd used it enough times in the past few weeks to have a rough idea how long this would take. 

Despite the situation, I felt a little heat and wetness beginning to make itself known at my pussy, and my stiffening nipples were thankfully hidden by my heavy sweater. Having the incredible power of the machine under my control - limited though it was in certain ways - did something that made me very aroused, even when I was using it for things that weren't sexy. It got me hot to know I could warp the universe to my will, if only a little.

I'd never come harder than when I'd used it to make Summer shrink herself into a tiny little toy person for me; it could make my every twisted fantasy come true, and as long as I was in control of it, I could change anybody in any way I wanted. That was if I was clever about it, of course.

Stalvert went on and on, and I began to wonder if something had gone wrong. Summer was keeping up the act well - she was being a good pet, all things considered. I could tell her supercharged sex drive was distracting her. I would have to reward her later. I wasn't lying when I told her I would be a good Mistress to her.

Well, I mean, I kind of intended to be lying at the time, but now I wasn't lying, I was really being a good Mistress. Except I wasn't sure if I still really wanted to be lying and-

Moving on.

He continued to make his case to me, bombarding me with a hundred statutes and obligations I supposedly was under; it was getting difficult to keep up the act that I was holding onto the notes out of anything other than being a bitch - if, of course, one proceeded on the assumption that my dad's work really was just a bunch of worthless crackpot theories.

Finally, after another few minutes, Stalvert began to occasionally glance at his watch. He did it more and more as he went on, until finally Dr. Rose interrupted him.

"Have to be somewhere, John?" She seemed a little testy.

"No, of course not. You booked me for the whole afternoon." He looked at his watch again, then suddenly seemed to brighten up. "I was just thinking - how about I drop into to the place on the corner and pick us all up some gyros? I'm starving. How about you?"

"We started at 2 in the afternoon, John. I would have expected you to handle lunch yourself, beforehand." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"It won't be a billable hour. We've got all day, anyway... it's on me. I'll be back in ten." He stood up despite Dr. Rose's scowl, and gathered up his papers. Stuffing them into the leather case, he smiled down at me, then at Dr. Rose. "Don't go anywhere." With that, he was out the door.

Before I turned back to her, I afforded myself one big, evil grin. It seemed obligatory. Once he was out of our building, John Stalvert was programmed to go to the restaurant on the corner, sure - but to sit down and eat alone as he logged into his company network and deleted all of his files on Dr. Rose. He would then take the rest of the day off, and forget about having her as a client at all - and would go on home after turning off his cell phone, and most of the way back he'd be sporting a big hard-on for whoever he fucked at night. His hand, maybe?

The 'second option' - the backup plan I'd prepared - would then have Summer hurriedly changing out the machine's frame buffer, recalibrating it for Dr. Rose. I'd trained her enough to do that much... barely... though of course I'd expressly forbidden her from even considering using it on me. I wondered what Dr. Rose's first name was. I remembered my dad had talked to to a Dr. Rose on the phone sometimes when I was a kid... what had he always called her... I wracked my brain.

"Well, I suppose we can try to reach an agreement without him." Leaning back into the love seat, Dr. Rose's hands folded into her lap in front of her. Her expression and tone were less conciliatory than what she was saying.

"We should." I tried to make it sound as genuine as possible. "I'd really like for us to get along despite this... I just don't want to give away my father's work so easily, you know? I know he was a crackpot. It's not really a secret. But I don't want to throw it out there in front of the whole world. Does that make sense?"

I pressed two fingers in front of me, doing my cute-and-bashful look. It worked on men fantastically, and women half the time. Sometimes it's good to be super-petite. "And I always suspected there might be something important in all that nonsense he was always spouting, so I just want to make sure he gets credit for everything he did that might be useful... and that might take me a while to figure out, so..."

Dr. Rose was raising an eyebrow at me, openly dubious. "I didn't even know that the two of you spoke at all since you moved out. He barely mentioned you. I only knew you existed because of a picture on his desk. To be honest, I'd thought you two were quite estranged, but I never asked." I grimaced to myself; it wasn't entirely true, but I'd hardly been a loving daughter.

"Wait." I peered at her. "That picture was on his desk at home, not in his office."

"Yeah." She tilted her head, suddenly seeming to drop an act. "No sense hiding it, and you're old enough to know about the birds and the bees. He and I were... involved, for about a year there. It was after his wife left him and you had moved out, obviously. We worked closely together on the foundations of his theory. I got out when the math started to fall apart when we tried to get the different components to fit together... and he fell apart along with it." She sighed, as if it was all a huge mistake on her part.




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 02



"Oh." I blinked. I hadn't expected this; Dad had never said a word about a girlfriend.

"I have a hell of a lot more claim to his ideas than you do, Rachel. Beyond that, the only way any good parts of your father's work would see the light of day at all would be if someone qualified could review it. I don't mean to sound insulting... except when I do... but did you even finish college?"

I gave a tight smile. "Sure didn't. Bombed out in the second quarter, then it was trade school all the way for me." I'm actually fairly proud of my salvaged life, all things considered.

Dr. Rose leaned back, looking like I'd told her no, I was actually a very serious circus performer. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Listen... I'm the only person on this Earth that is both qualified to understand what Michael was trying to prove, and won't just steal all the credit for myself - if there even is anything in there worth looking at. You're just being obtuse, and the offer I'm presenting you is very generous."

She gestured toward the paperwork spread out on the table. "Short version: you and I would split the proceeds of any publication sales I base on his work, 85 / 15 - in my favor... and considering you had no involvement whatsoever in his work and aren't going to be able to do anything with it on your own, that's basically free money. It might even be quite a lot, if something your father created was valuable."

"I... think I deserve a little more credit than that." I folded my arms as well, summoning obstinacy equal or greater to her own... or trying to. I just needed to buy time, really. "Can you tell me what exactly Dad's work was about? Or what he just thought it was about?"

She waved a hand. "It was yet another way to put together string theory, but wildly divergent from any of the theories so far. He decided one night, right in the middle of sex..." she rolled her eyes again - "... that he wasn't even going to call it string theory anymore. Didn't say what the new name was. He hopped up out of bed and bolted into his study, barely saw him for two days."

"Thanks for sharing that about my dad, Dr. Rose!" I gave her a big smile, trying to bring things back to sanity... at least until the machine was online.

"Right. Sorry, didn't realize impressionable children were listening. I must have had tenure for too long." She crossed one leg over the other. I had to admit, hers actually looked good... no veins, must not have punched out any little ones. I think. She was still talking. "You see, in science, Rachel, even being wrong is important - your father's theories may be wildly off-base or completely wrong, but that's still a valuable thing in the frontiers of science.

"Disproving what's wrong is the next best thing to proving what's right. That's why I'm pis... surprised you won't give me the chance to look at the complete picture. And just so you know, I haven't published in years, and the dean is up my ass about it. I spent a good year in bed with Michael, and twenty playing mathematical hopscotch with strange quarks and leptons. This costs you nothing and might even make you some money. Michael would want this, and you know it."

I sat back, shaking my head and waiting a few moments. "Tell me what you do know about his stuff, then, and what exactly you did with it. I'm curious about what you and he worked on together."

She paused for a moment, glancing at the door as if she expected Stalvert to walk right back in at any time. He didn't. She sighed, sitting up. "Your father's theory was all about a different way to look at the construction of what's inside atoms - in fact, he sort of threw out the idea of atoms themselves. He shifted particle concepts around in ways nobody thought possible..." She gave an odd sneer. "... like he thought the universe was some big orgy, and he was the Master of Ceremonies."

It ended up being easier than I expected; as they say, if you want to get someone talking, ask them to actually tell you about their work. Pretty soon she was effectively lecturing me on the fundamentals of quantum physics, all of which made virtually no sense to me. It went on for some time, completely engaging her.

I found myself smiling at the acidic and entirely uncalled for comments she seemed to love adding in, even when they were obviously pointed at the little bitch keeping her from her next science article. Oddly, I think I liked this sassy, bitchy Dr. Rose more than the prim and imperious woman who'd stepped in. I was even coming to like her fiery red-headed looks; her jacket was nice and tight around her midsection...

"Rachel..." After finishing some ungodly long sentence about spinning uncertain flavors, she eyed me curiously. "Can you tell me how many kinds of quarks are in the Standard Model?"

"Hmm?"

"It's a simple question. I told you just a few minutes ago, but you're spacing out and I'm testing you."

"I am not spacing out." I frowned.

"So tell me how many there are."

I rolled my eyes, and summoned some confidence. I was pretty sure I remembered, even if I'd really been thinking of Summer's tiny pussy on my tongue for most of the last few minutes. She had to be squirming as she listened in on our conversation; she wouldn't dare to bring herself off right now. "Ugh. Four."

She let out a long sigh. "It's six, and you can look it up.

"I meant in Dad's model!" I brightened. Faking it of cou-

"He didn't even believe they existed!" She slapped a palm sharply on the coffee table. "That was one of the first things I said. You've been off in la-la land since I got here, Rachel. Don't try to pretend you weren't. I've been lecturing smarter people than you for going on twenty years now, and I know when somebody is listening and when somebody is phoning it in. Why did you even call me out here if you're just going to waste my time? I could have just sent the lawyer by himself." She paused. "Well, maybe not useless-ass John. Where is he? It's been two hours."

She stood up, straightening her jacket and slinging her small purse over her shoulder. "This is stupid, and you're testing my patience. I'm withdrawing the offer, and I'm going to have the firm draw up a new case to simply appropriate everything of Michael's from the estate. And trust me - I will win."

My throat caught. "I'm... sure your lawyer will come back any time. He might be stuck in traffic."

"That was a high point of today, let me tell you. Wish I could just piss off in the middle of my job and charge 250 an hour for it." She shook her head. "I'll drop his boss a nice letter. You'll hear from..."

She trailed off, blinking. "I... don't... feel well suddenly... I... ahhh..." She let out a long breath, and her purse fell with a distant thump on the floor as her hands came up to either side of her head, then shifted, moving to hug herself as sensation swept through her body.

I paused, anxious, then felt delectable heat inside as I noticed the little shift downward - as her height reduced a little. She blinked more, looking around, perplexed, as if she'd forgotten something. I smiled, and reached down for my cell phone, switching off speaker mode.

"Summer?"

"Rachel, if I can talk to you privately-"

"You already are." I grinned again as Dr. Rose continued to stand, looking around in a daze. "You're such a good girl, Summer."

"I - I am?" She sounded confused, but very happy. "I mean - I'm sorry Mistress, I know you said to wait until you gave permission, but it sounded like things were going badly..." Her voice was starting to speed up, like it did when she was very nervous about displeasing me.

"No, Summer. You were a good toy. And... you deserve a playmate." I heard her inhale sharply in surprise at the news, and an eager cheer and clapping afterward. I let one hand rub against the inside of my jean-clad thighs, massaging my needy little clit after being reminded just how incredible the machine's power was, once everything was in place. Dr. Rose was suddenly paralyzed with indecision.

I had to jerk my hand away from my clit to keep myself from coming quite yet as I watched another inch gradually stolen away from the redhead forever. The first of many, I thought. I spoke into the phone again. "Go ahead and clear that sequence, but leave her frame in the buffer. Boot up my new interface too, and wait for me. We're not done with Dr. Rose yet."

"Right away, Mistress!" I heard her incredibly slow typing; she had to kneel in front of the space bar and reach over to slam down each key with a full palm slap. It was sort of like watching her play some weird combo of Twister and Whack-A-Mole - more than ten minutes or so could actually wear her out.

I wasn't cruel enough to make her do that normally, of course. Her new online paralegal career - as well as her normal surfing, movie viewing, and porn habit - were all run off a new Blackberry I'd taken her on a shopping trip to pick out, to celebrate her first week as my slave... it was much better suited to her tiny self.

I ended the call, and walked over to Dr. Rose, sliding one hand into the small of her back. She didn't resist, but glanced down at me, still seeming confused. "I... I was leaving, wasn't I?" She shook her head, seeming to come back to her senses briefly. Her clothes were already a little loose, not quite fitting her diminishing body.

Dr. Rose nodded to herself. "Yes, I was leaving, and I was going to have the firm try to claim the whole estate." She turned and started toward the door, but tripped and almost fell as a shrinking foot slipped out of her shoe. She gasped and caught herself on the countertop. I smiled.

"No, you aren't leaving. Stalvert isn't coming back either; he's actually forgotten about you for good, after deleting your entire client file. I want you to stay, Dr. Rose." Her body jerked to a halt mid-stride. She turned to face me, angry yet perplexed. We were interrupted briefly by a loud hissing sound - what I knew was the machine's cooling system kicking in. Shrinking women, even only a little, was a power-intensive process. She glanced in that direction, distracted for only a moment, before turning back to me and flashing her seething anger.

"You can't change my mind now, Rachel. You had your chance. I'm leaving." She stood in place, frowning down at her shoe as she tried to slip her foot back into it - and finding it quite loose. She'd already shrunk a bit.

I leaned one arm against the countertop, no longer bothering to hide my grin. A frown became visible on Dr. Rose's face as she remained standing right there, looking around the room as if something was wrong - not quite yet having noticed her perspective gradually shifting downward.

I gave her an exaggerated expression, confused and holding up my hands. "Did you need some help finding the door? You said you were leaving just now."

"I am." She nodded, but remained motionless. "I - what is this? I'm leaving. Right now." She stamped a foot, but didn't budge toward the doorway. Her face began to redden. "Did you..." She glared at me. "I've never heard of any drugs that do this, but I don't follow the scene anymore. Shrimpy little bitch! What did you gi-

I slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide when she found she couldn't push me away. Oh, just for that, I'd make sure she got an extra dose of the machine's power. I really didn't like comments about sub-5-foot height. I gave her a wide, knowing smile as I stepped away; she got the message now. Be quiet. "No, I didn't drug you. Come back here, close to me. And don't call for help or shout, or anything like that."

Her body moved again despite the shocked look on her face. It was priceless. She mechanically walked over toward me, methodically, one step then another. She suddenly directed a hateful, venomous glare at me. "I'll have you put in jail for this, you little witch!"

"Hmm... we'll see who's little." I pursed my lips, fighting back the urge to capitulate. I'm not a brave person, never have been. Under any other circumstances in my life, I'd have been intimidated; I'd let too much bullying about my small and weak body when I was young affect me in a profound way, and now I knew I'd let it make me weak. Now, though, I forced the little brush with that outdated fear away and smiled up at her. "Be nice, Dr. Rose. Don't say or do any mean things until I release you from this order."

"Understood." She suddenly went silent, but seemed quite confused at her sudden acceptance of the command. She didn't continue talking - but well, I guess she probably only had mean things to say at that point. I really did like her spicy side, but I'd only want to release that again when she was pocket-size... it would be cute as hell then.

"You're absolutely right about one thing, Dr. Rose. What's your first name, by the way?"

"Jennifer." She seemed surprised at herself for even giving away that much, but went mum again afterward.

"Jennifer, you're right that I'm not really qualified to understand Dad's theory - I only understand his machine's interface. I need help from somebody who knows what actually makes it tick. You see, I can only just barely operate it... the machine he built, I mean. The one that's messing with your mind."

Her eyes suddenly went wide. I ran one finger down the front of her blouse, between her breasts, which seemed to infuriate her all over again. "Seems Dad's theory was correct, Jennifer. All of it, up to and including the crazy parts about changing minds and bodies. I'm going to show you everything - but only after I'm sure I can trust you."

"Of course you can trust me." She blurted it out right away.

"Jennifer..." I unbuttoned the front of her jacket, looking inside, then pulled it off as she stood with her mouth agape. She had a nice figure... clearly, she'd worked hard to stay in shape. She had sizable boobs, though they were sagging, and her skin had a number of spots and wrinkles. "You can no longer tell me any lies. Can I trust you now?"

"No. At the first opportunity I would try to undo whatever it is you've done to me, up to and including any amount of lying to or tricking you..." Her eyes went wide with horror as the words tumbled out. "... and I would try to find out how you did whatever this is so that I could use it. At the very least, I would sabotage your father's invention if I couldn't use it myself."

"See? Now that we're being honest, we can move forward. You need to be somebody I can trust. Don't worry, you'll get your wish. I'll show you everything... after a few adjustments." I took her by one hand, leading her out into the center of the room. "Just so you know, I wasn't originally planning on going this far with you. I was just going to use it a little bit on you - to make you go away and give up on ever getting anything from the estate.

"But then I realized, you were only trying so hard and spending so much money because you must have known Dad was onto something... which means you understand at least a little about his theory." I turned, and ran one hand through her ponytail, sliding it down until it came to rest on her ass. She looked positively outraged, but remained silent. "And then you said something mean about my height. I really don't like that. So, knowing all that, now I have to do something very special to you."

Her deep breaths through gritted teeth slowed, and she paled as she looked down at me. "Are you going to kill me?"

I frowned. "Absolutely not. I'm going to make you as happy as can be - but first, I need to see what I'm working with. Strip, Jennifer."

The indignation in her eyes gave way to something else as her hands went to her blouse, unbuttoning it. I had to give her credit - she was doing much better at controlling her fear than Summer had. She hadn't even panicked or cried yet. Her blouse was discarded, showing me a pair of covered boobs enhanced by a wire bra.

She bit her lip as she undid her pants, letting them fall to her feet. I was surprised to see that she had some tattoos - two abstract designs twisting around each ankle, and one flowery design - or maybe it was a dragon? - on the inside of her forearm. They were all looking faded and washed-out; I couldn't exactly tell what each originally looked like. She looked up at me. "Completely...?"

"Of course completely!" I raised an eyebrow. Really, what else would I want? She obediently kicked off her flats, and then unsnapped her bra. I'd have guessed her breasts were large Bs or small Cs, not as big as they'd looked under the blouse, and sagging almost enough to not be attractive. Her waistline was surprisingly tight - not quite like mine, but that's a little unfair. I'm tiny. It was more like Summer's shapely body, and I doubted most any man would have kicked her out of bed even at fifty-whatever she was.

Her diminishing must have ceased at some point recently - she was just a bit taller than me now, maybe five feet and two inches? As she slipped off her boring white panties and they fell to the floor, I saw that she, too - as Summer once - didn't keep herself shaved... even trimmed. Tut-tut-tut. Bald pussy is best pussy. We'd have to correct that. I sighed. "Turn around."

She did a slow 360, biting her lip tightly the whole time, and I saw that she had a pair of tattoos on her shoulder blades too - angel wings, I guessed they once were. She must have had an adventurous youth. She hardly seemed angelic now, though... as she came back around to face me, her expression seemed daunted and confused.

"Something is wrong... I'm off-balance, and the room seems to be getting further away... you should probably take me a hospital."

"No, silly. You're only just now noticing? I thought you were a genius PhD and all, and I'm the dropout. There's nothing wrong with you. You're just shrinking, that's all." I shrugged.

"I'm... what?" She paled further, if that was possible with her shade of skin.

"The same machine that's zapping your brain is also making you shorter and smaller! Isn't that neat?" I beamed. "Anyway - you've got the goods... enough to work with, I guess. Come with me and I'll show you what Dad left me. Leave your clothes, you won't need them anymore." I took her hand, and she automatically fell into step behind me, even as I sensed her tremulous breaths behind me. I went over toward the spare bedroom, and opened the door.

I guided her inside, ensuring she didn't trip over any cables.

The new machine room - a converted spare bedroom - was far better than Dad's old garage. I'd taken the time and done it right - emptying the room completely, then calling in an electrician to add extra power circuits in the room, and a breaker box. I'd then set up the machine, carefully, thinking about the position of each piece and when I needed to be where - all to make girls shrink down into toys forever, as smoothly and safely as possible.

The emitter dominated the middle of the room, still. Its wheeled platform dug into the carpet but it could still be turned and moved. An old bed - a double with a cheap wooden headboard - sat on the far side of the room between two windows, both cracked open to help with heat exchange. It was covered in a basic white sheet, no blankets or pillows. Light steel cables, wrapped in flexible plastic and with adjustable straps for wrists and ankles, sat on the carpet around the bed itself where I'd sunk hoops into floorboards - to hold down my subjects until they'd accepted their loving fate.

I didn't think I'd need them today, but whatever. I'd wanted to have the extra preparation ready rather than fuck around with a trip to the hardware store when I was already totally fixated on shrinking whoever the next girl would be. Well, I knew who it would be now...

An actual desk sat on the other side of the room by the door, with a halfway comfortable office chair this time, along with the same old PC as before. The accumulator rested underneath the desk again, silently making these incredible wonders possible. The walls were otherwise bare; a white ceiling fan spun lazily above, also to help with the heat. A dozen twelve-gallon water tanks meant for office coolers rested along the empty wall to the left, meant to be poured into the coolant tanks below the emitter if necessary. I had plans for the machine.




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 02



Between the computer's mouse and keyboard sat a rumpled grey scarf, oddly moving. I smiled, leading Dr. Rose over to it. She seemed puzzled, then her eyes went wide when she laid eyes on Summer. I picked up the small brunette gently, bringing her close to my chest and turning to the professor.

I liked the naked-toy-wrapped-in-a-scarf look especially, it was fun and sexy. I made a mental note to buy more scarves; I'd promised yesterday to get her one for every day of the week. I was still learning the care and proper treatment of a miniaturized person. In fact, Jennifer only seemed to realize Summer wasn't a Barbie doll or something when I reached down, and lifted up an elated Summer with one hand.

"Mistress!" Her small, squeaky voice was barely audible. She held out both arms, and I kissed her whole face as I felt her tiny palms on my cheeks. I sat her down on my palm, my other hand sliding down Jennifer's side.

"You were a good toy today, little Summer. Do you see Jennifer here?" I held her a bit closer to the woman she had helped me soundly defeat.

Summer glanced back up toward me after giving Jennifer a once-over. "Are you going to make her like me, Mistress?" 

"No." Jennifer's eyes went wide with horror at that. "No, she wasn't going to."

I hushed my little toy. "We'll see. Because you were good today, you're going to get a special treat." I looked upward, focusing my gaze on Jennifer's terrified face. "Jennifer. Go lie down on that table, face up, and lie in place."

Despite her state of mind, Dr. Rose's body complied, mechanically striding over to the bed and lying down. Her arms were straight at her sides and legs tightly pressed together, like she was going down a waterslide or something. I frowned, and walked over to her. I held out Summer.

"Jennifer?" Her eyes met mine again, a silent plea in them. "This is Summer. Earlier, a more feisty and mean Summer tried to do something like what you did to me - to take my machine. Look at her now. Tiny, defenseless, useless as anything other than my toy."

Her eyes slowly moved down toward my hands, where the miniscule woman happily on her knees upon my palms. She was naked, of course; I hadn't bothered to buy doll clothes for her. I'd rip them off of her too often anyway. Summer seemed to glow with peaceful happiness right there in my hands, and wrapped one arm around my left ring finger, hugging herself to it and kissing my fingertip.

"And despite all that happened to her, Summer is as content as can be with what she is now. See? I'm not mean. Today's going to be the best day in your life, Dr. Rose. I'll tell you what. I've got a little game."

I moved Summer a little closer to her face, letting a bit of the scarf slip to reveal the toy's nudity beneath. "Summer here was a good toy today. So you're going to help me reward her. You'll try as hard as you can to make her come, with just your mouth and tongue; I want your arms and legs to be flat to the bed the whole time.

"If you reach the goal - let's say... three orgasms in ten minutes - then I'll let you pick how I change something about you. The rest will be fair game for me." I paused. "Oh, I guess you might not like pussy... yet. Well, time to learn!"

With that, before Dr. Rose could respond, I deposited Summer - legs spread wide - atop the professor's mouth. I walked back to the emitter, hearing the sounds of Jennifer's tongue suddenly and desperately attacking the overjoyed Summer. I tightened a few more of the cable fittings and checked all the coolant fittings. Yeah, looked good.

I plopped down in the chair and looked at the program I'd had Summer bring up. This was my - early alpha - frame capture display. Dad's software took in the totality of a subject's being as data, down to the individual molecules, but he'd never thought to actually make it able to display that in a nice, convenient way. It only displayed boring numbers and digits, like that 'real astronomy' bullshit they'd showed us for a lab in my single, bombed science class in college. A couple monitors looking at radio signals. I'd been expecting to see Jupiter.

Her body was slowly rotating, nude, on the screen; well, I'd already seen that. I tabbed over to the more interesting section at the moment, the mental state summary. How it used quantum physics to encapsulate the mental and emotional state of a human being in a couple paragraphs... fuck if I know. Was all this stuff written into a mystical book in the universe, and Dad's theory just let him pluck out some passages from in between atoms?

Professor Jennifer Lauren Rose

Age 56 years

Dr. Rose is primarily fixated on a declining career, and a life which never seemed to deliver on any of her expectations. Despite numerous relationships, many notable articles and contributions, and an active lifestyle, she has never even briefly felt fulfilled or loved.

She is best known among colleagues and students for her scathing wit, which she seemingly has little ability to control or 'turn off' in polite company. This habit, once considered funny and a defining trait in her youth, has become increasingly nasty over the years as she felt more and more disappointment with her life - and herself, though she cannot face the latter.

She received tenure under a previous dean and is considered an artifact of a previous era, and most will not miss her when she finally retires.

Well, I'd been mostly right. I hadn't seen Summer's entry before I changed her, but when I tested this display on her after I finished it, it had made me smile... and had me horny. She'd been surprised when I suddenly decided she needed a 'treat' or three, and had happily plunked into my hot bathtub with her and made her come a half-dozen times.

I tabbed out of the unfinished display program. I eventually wanted to make it the main interface, but I hadn't mapped the tens of thousands of variables the machine could modify to all the different slider bars and things yet. I put it back into Dad's command line mode, and ran the diagnostic from it. All nine major subsystems reported 'GREEN' in nice big letters down the list. Accumulator charge at 96%.

I toggled the machine into high-power mode; doing what I had in mind on low-power mode would take hours, and I didn't feel like waiting that long. I re-oriented the primary emitter to point at the redheaded doctor with my miniature lover atop her face.

Summer had her palms flat on either side of Jennifer's nose, and was bucking her hips to the explorations of Dr. Rose's tongue. I sometimes treated Summer to this same affectionate tongue-bath, when I thought she had been good - though I had to say, Dr. Rose was considerably more awkward about it. I'd had a lot more practice eating out eight-inch-tall girls though.

I began tapping away at the keyboard, smiling to myself as I heard the tiny quails of Summer's first orgasm. It had taken Jennifer the first few minutes just to figure out what she was doing with a tiny, incredibly horny woman straddling her mouth and begging for pleasure, but she was working overtime to get Summer there again now. I quickly marked a piece of paper nearby, starting a tally so I wouldn't forget. I had to budget everything I had in mind for her based on the available power and coolant supply.

I put together a list, and assigned some priorities; I was getting proud of how systematic I was becoming with the use of the machine. When I put my mind to something, I could figure most things out. I ended up marking down a second tally before I was through as I absently listened to another set of cries, Jennifer's tongue mauling Summer's tiny pussy and even reaching up to the undersides of her breasts to make the grape-sized things bounce delightfully.

I messed with more settings, stopping to think a few times. This was new territory; I couldn't risk damaging Jennifer's expertise, the way I clearly did with Summer. Jennifer was one of a kind, the only person on the planet with a head start on understanding Dad's theories... and the only other one qualified to interpret his horribly written notes. His handwriting alone was a field in and of itself.

I was going to have to leave almost all of the 'Dr. Rose' part of her intact. How to do that, but also make her loyal to me to a fault, and - greed got the better of me here - still turn her into the second toy that both Summer and I wanted her to be? That red hair was growing on me...

I glanced up at Summer a few minutes later - her whole body covered with a thin sheen of glistening sweat, gooey spittle coating her lower midsection - bucking her hips wildly, having reversed herself so that she now faced down towards Jennifer's nude body, her hands pressed into the larger woman's chin.

I saw her tense, quiver, and, just before I'd figured I would give up and deny Jennifer the choice I'd promised - she gave a short series of cries, hips bucking wildly over Jennifer's lips. Not an earth-shattering orgasm, but I could tell she was more than happy with it.

I shrugged to myself; well, I was flagrantly amoral and perverted beyond belief, but I wasn't a liar. Not full-time anyway.

Standing, I looked down at some of the options I'd put together on the pad of paper. As I reached the side of the bed, Summer rolled off Jennifer's face and fell flat against the pillow, panting and coming up onto all fours, her limbs shaky and hair matted to her neck and back. I scooped her up with one hand, idly depositing her in the collar of my sweater - where I knew the bulky garment she could tangle her feet and hands into would suppress her fear of heights, and my warmth would keep her comfortable. The small weight of her body on mine felt good, too.

Her spittle-soaked backside came to rest on my collarbone, and I felt her tiny feet bump my skin not far below - then her relaxed, sated breaths as she leaned against my neck, gathering up a lock of hair in her hand to help keep herself upright. She'd told me that my voice sounded like that of a goddess in that spot, filling her world, and it helped her focus on something other than the occasional glimpse of the distance to the ground. Really needed to cure that in her.

"Okay - Jennifer - here's what I have for you." I held up the paper in my hand. "You can pick one of these three things: Your-" 

She cut me off before I could start. "Please don't make me like her! I want to stay normal! I'll do whatever-"

I scowled, pressing one finger over her lips again and making a 'shh', leaving my finger there. "Not an option. You're going to shrink - today, and permanently, and there's nothing else to say about that. Now that we're on the backup plan - well, the original backup plan had you shrinking to Summer's size... but because you made a nasty comment about my height earlier, I'm going to make you even smaller than her, and you'll obey Summer when it doesn't conflict with obeying me."

She was looking at me, aghast, and... I suppressed a giggle as she actually whimpered. Summer squealed with delight, positively ecstatic at the news. I continued. "Personality is also off the table; I already have the changes for you there loaded into the computer and ready to go. There's too much at stake to play around with that, and the new you is going to be a treat."

I tapped the finger I had on her lips. "Don't worry, I'm actually keeping far more of 'you' than you probably think." I took my finger off, giving her a reassuring smile that didn't seem to work. I added a bit more. "And Jennifer - don't interrupt me again, you might forfeit your choice."

She blanched, and swallowed, but was silent. I continued. "Anyway - here's how it works. There's three categories: how you'll look once you're small, how old your new body will be stuck at, and your career once you're mini-size. You pick one of those things, then I pick what you get for one of the remaining two. The choice for the last category goes to Summer."

My toy gasped from her perch on my collarbone - she clearly hadn't expected to be included. A special treat. I continued, holding up the pad again with the choices written in my chicken scratch as I used the other hand to stroke Summer's hair. "What will it be?"

"I... oh no..." She trailed off, obviously in some distress as she tried to decide, or tried furious to find some last-ditch way to get out of this. I looked around the room briefly, and then gave my overjoyed Summer a little squeeze - feeling those grape-sized tits squash under my finger, tiny nipples still erect enough to poke into my skin. Her legs had dried off by now - but I could feel a spot of wetness on my collarbone, where her pussy was leaking its copious fluids out onto my body. Jennifer finally turned back to me.

"How could I even have a career... I mean... won't I be, you know, a doll? Like her?"

"Think outside the box, Jennifer! Summer here might have given up her old life for me - but her online paralegal business is already off to a good start. She types a bit slow at her size, but she's getting better, and she's quick with a small touchscreen. It gives her something to do when I'm not playing with her." I shrugged my left shoulder upward, pressing Summer against my cheek. She snuggled up to me briefly.

I glanced back at Dr. Rose. "You wouldn't be able to share anything about the machine or its theory, of course, but I'm open to suggestions. I want my pets to be happy. Especially if they're good girls." I paused, finally adding a bit more. "If you don't pick career, I'll pick something else for you, suited to the new you. Or I'll just let you lie around and do nothing all day, like a cat, but for someone like you I suspect that might be worse."

She closed her eyes, sighing, then looking away, now seeming exhausted and cutting me off. "Fine... I'll take my chances with whatever career I can salvage... at least I'll still have a little of myself. Do whatever you want with the other two things." She sounded resigned now. She turned her head away to face the wall.

"Career it is! I hope you're ready. Don't worry, this won't hurt at all. Summer actually says it feels great to shrink." I gave Summer another squeeze, then walked back to the computer. I whispered quietly to Summer, well out of her hearing.

I picked age, which gave Summer her looks. I set her new self to an even twenty years old, younger than even Summer, then let my tiny slave start to compile a list - the physical traits for her ideal image of slave-toy Jennifer. Summer would be playing with Jennifer at least as much as me, especially if I added more toys... and Summer would be looking at her from much closer up - so I figured, why not let her fine-tune Jennifer's looks.

I'd already been fairly certain Jennifer would pick career anyway, but this way she'd at least think that she had some choice in the matter and might adapt to her new life faster. That kind of thing seemed to be hard to fake with the machine, or at least I hadn't found the variables yet.

It didn't take very long to type everything in once Summer had her ideas put together. She was surprisingly talented at it, I realized; she thought of the little details far more than me, who had basically just inflated her boobs before shrinking her. Summer occasionally giggled as she looked over the set of mental and physical transformations I had already put in, pointing at one or the other as I tapped them in.

She spent a while, describing in heated whispers to me exactly how she wanted Jennifer to look - and I, of course, made sure to set it to freeze her aging process after I dialed back the clock on her new body's age. I'd already done the same for Summer a few days ago.

We took one last look, and then I took Summer in one hand - which she bore with only minimal trembling. She was at least trying to get over her fear of heights. I pressed the Commit button, and heard the machine spinning up. I stood, and walked over to Dr. Rose's side as the machine reached peak charge, and the field extended into her. I slipped a finger between Summer's legs and found her miniscule pussy as my other hand snaked under the waistband of my tight, boy-short black panties.

The machine would work in stages, ordered in the way that consumed the least accumulator charge. First it would regress her age to a nubile twenty years, fixing her old tattoos to make them look fresh in the process - then it would begin Summer's chosen transformations to her body. After that it would permanently rob Jennifer of almost all her size, and it soaked my panties just to think about seeing that again.

Lastly, it would slip into her miniaturized, but no less intelligent, brain and make a carefully designed set of adjustments to her mind, her hormones, and sex drive. It wasn't a big difference in the charge it saved to do it all in that order, and the truth was I'd have done it in that order regardless because I thought it would be hotter for her to shrink while she was still, mentally, Dr. Rose.

A hissing sound began as the distilled water in the machine's coolant pipes reached a boil, steam pouring out its sides in a haphazard pattern. The lights dimmed as the machine put a significant power drain on the condo building, preparing to have its way with Jennifer's existence the way it had already with Summer. No more sparks or short-outs this time. A light keening sound, like a small tuning fork, signaled that the machine was beginning upon Jennifer. She shivered in place, unable even to squirm. 

I stepped around the steam, approaching so Summer and I could both watch. It was already visible. The lines on her face were vanishing, and on her neck and hands too; spots vanished, and her tattoos were taking on cleaner definition. I was coming to like them more as her younger self started to emerge. I wondered exactly how wild she'd been in her youth... or if she'd even been wild to this day, but kept under wraps. Her skin took on a brighter, softer appearance, smoothing out and looking more appealing as each second subtracted half a year.

I felt the trembling of Summer's hips as she bucked her tiny clit on my collarbone, legs spread over my shoulder, and grunted quietly to herself as she came - little hands tangled up in my sweater, miniscule nails digging into my skin but not long enough to draw blood.

The tiny slave really was on a hair trigger; hadn't she just come three times on Jennifer's tongue? She wasn't good enough to fake it, so yeah, she really was that horny. Maybe it was just this particular sight, a woman utterly within my power and being changed to suit only me, that was making her so hot.

Less than a minute later, we were looking at the new Jennifer - old Jennifer? - at no more than twenty years old. She'd been sexy; a red-headed vixen, with matching red pussy-fur, and I could tell that she'd definitely been a wild one. Biker girl, maybe, or metalhead. How many cocks had she bounced on by the age of twenty? Twenty? Fifty? She had made Summer come without too much trouble... maybe that wasn't her first pussy, either. She'd definitely been living it up, drinking and partying. She'd party again, in a different way, soon.

I could see her height diminishing, only another inch or two this time, as the machine repaired her DNA and froze her aging process as it renewed each and every cell. Repairing those tissues had to use other tissues, blah blah. She'd come out of this not too much smaller, still around my size if a bit bigger. My other hand still fingered my clit. Damn, this was incredible.

Jennifer was letting out a series of heavy gasps as the tuning-fork sound stopped, and the machine swapped programs and cooled for a minute. Steam still hissed out the sides, and I ran a finger along her young chest - skin now soft and springy, and her breasts even more so. Pink nipples, small enough that they might even fit in Summer's mouth now, adorned her perky tits.




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 03



I was dimly aware of an odd sensation on the skin of my chest, where one of my small breasts kept brushing against a small, warm shape... possibly two. My eyes were still closed, and I was happily dozing through what on some level I knew would be a hangover if I actually woke up. I could feel the sunlight burning on the mostly-bare skin of my back, but had turned away from the brilliance sometime after it got into my eyes.

I could hear their small voices - Summer and Jennifer, my miniaturized lesbian sex toys, coordinating some kind of mischief... but I was trying to sleep. It wasn't working. I felt groggy and disoriented, and my leg was asleep. My mouth and tongue felt gummy and my neck ached. My eyes blinked open and I tried to take in the searingly bright features of the room.

I was still in the machine room, asleep on the bed in it where I'd passed out last night after a combination of fun and games with the toys, drinking, and coding new software for the machine. Not the best combination, I know. Blinking again, I could make out the mostly-empty wine glasses strewn about the room. The bedside table was covered with leftover food wrappers and a box of cold pizza from last night.

I heard more small voices, and looked down. I was topless, wearing only a pair of jeans and socks - and in front of my small breasts, my toys were putting on some kind of show. They had a little tripod set up two feet away with a digital camera on video mode, aimed at the two of them as they were making out - with my pale, rib-showing chest and pinkish nipples their backdrop.

As always, in the foreground of the shot they'd strewn about a few odds and ends for scale - a pencil there, a bottle cap there - to really drive home what good the 'special effects' their porno clips featured. They had tens of thousands of viewers, all paying a monthly fee. Sometimes they got special requests, and a few clients paid staggering money for them to do what they always did, but shout certain names or whatever as they fucked. Little whores.

Summer, eight inches tall, brunette, and ever the aggressor between the two, was wearing a simple white wrap-around skirt, open on one side and made from a cloth napkin, with a bright green 'bra' made from a scrunchie about her grape-sized breasts. Her supple body moved smoothly against the flesh of the smaller, paler redhead she was pushing herself on - controlling Jennifer easily through a combination of strength and experience.

Summer had my other toy at an advantage - looming over the smaller girl, pressing both of their little bodies to the soft flesh of my boob, my gradually stiffening nipple just high enough that I could feel Jennifer's butt almost sitting on it. Summer's fingers were wandering between Jennifer's legs, her face above the smaller girl's with a wide, knowing smile.

Jennifer, for her part, was playing along with whatever act Summer had scripted... or maybe it was all real and it was just on camera. The blush on her face was incredibly obvious with her pale skin. She was murmuring something back to Summer, meek but defying her - which wouldn't last, not judging my Summer's response, which was just a smirk.

My redheaded toy was wearing a grey knitted sweater, which she'd made herself - now a favorite among the viewers. It hugged her six-inch figure tightly but only came down just below her tiny, shapely ass. Its sleeves were a bit long, showing only her tiny fingers, and its narrow neck came up high, doubling back down just below her chin; it looked great on her, and she was trying to make a matching one for Summer.

I could barely hear their voices. They were quietly arguing about something.

"Here? They won't be able to see shit from here." Jennifer was complaining, facing up to her captor.

Summer all but whispered in response. "It's fine. I'll edit it." Her neck craned downward for a moment, kissing a resistant Jennifer. "Come on, crumple already."

"Do what?" Jennifer sounded doubtful, and I could see she was glancing up at me - meeting my eyes, realizing I was awake... and that I would do nothing to save her. Regardless of what she was saying, I could see her tiny pink nipples standing on end.

Summer glanced up as well, seeing I was up, and winked. Her attention returned to Jennifer, and she pressed down on the other girl's shoulders - her much greater strength forcing the redhead into a kneeling position, eyes level with Summer's pretty little cunt. "Crumple. Submit. Give in. Do what you do." She brought the other girls' face yet closer to her pussy. "Tongue. In. Pussy. Now, slut."

"I want to just rest with Rachel for a while. Let's not wake her up." Jennifer bit her lip, making doe eyes - giving a fantastic impression of the sexy twenty-year-old thing she actually kind of wasn't. She still used my name, but Summer invariably addressed me as Mistress.

"Don't hide behind her, you little ginger slut. You belong right here." Summer pressed Jennifer's face directly against her own sex, the scent undoubtedly filling her nose and probably igniting something inside Jennifer that the redhead was trying - and failing - to deny.

Summer nodded backward through her long, soft, quiet moans - toward the camera. I looked back at her with a frown, and she mouthed something to me about how this one would be great. I raised an eyebrow, not really feeling like helping, but Summer gave me a 'this is important' look.

Groaning, I picked up the camera - a thousand-dollar model with a little bitty tripod and a viewscreen on the back, the whole thing just barely small enough for Summer to carry. Its custom lens had cost us another two grand, intended for focusing in excruciating, high-def detail on small objects up close... such as a six-inch-tall redhead's tongue as it would inevitably slip between Summer's folds. I'd chafed at the price initially, but they recovered it in the first week.

I held the camera up above the two of them, leaving just enough of my breast and nipple and some spare change in view to please the viewers. I watched through the viewfinder, idle and detached, trying not to think about an odd realization percolating in my thoughts. I'd been pushing it down in my head for weeks, but now it was suddenly demanding attention. Maybe if I slept more it would go away again?

Jennifer glanced back and forth at Summer and I, scowling at my bored expression - and finally placed her hands on Summer's thighs and craned her neck backward, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue to pleasure Summer's bare sex. Summer made a long, satisfied moan as Jennifer dutifully began to lick the folds of the larger toy, then the brunette let her fingers rest on Jennifer's scalp, guiding the smaller woman's head around to meet her most intimate places.

"Good, good... yeah..." Summer's breaths were getting long and hot. "... need it right there, yes! Eat my pussy, you useless toy slut!"

The fact that Summer was basically just as useless didn't really register much with either of them. I mean, they were plenty useful to me. I loved their tiny bodies... their willingness to explore... the way they saw the world, and the way they looked up to me as their goddess-like Mistress... loved the way they goofed around even outside of sex, loved our evenings spent just watching Netflix, I loved...

Oh no.

My expression probably stayed flat as the two of them collapsed backward, Summer spreading her legs wide and shouting demands at the small redhead desperately eating her out, commanding the little sub to go faster, try harder, more fingers now, blah blah... almost wrestling with Jennifer while I wrestled with something in my own mind.

I absently zoomed the camera in on the action. Through the video screen, I watched as Summer came, hard, thrashing her legs high in the air and pressing Jennifer tight to her sex - the redhead's tongue driving inside and wriggling. Moments later, as Summer came down from her powerful orgasm, she grabbed Jennifer by the head and pulled the smaller girl up close to her, hugging her tight with both arms and kissing all over her pussy-soaked face. Jennifer wriggled in her grip, Summer's thigh pressing up in between her pale legs and aggressively rubbing her hair-trigger clit.

"Good toy... good Jenny-toy!" Summer was saying it between breathy kisses. "You were so good! Now you can cum for me!"

Jennifer was already close from Summer's treatment, and it didn't take long. She came, a soft series of wails as Summer played her sex between fingers and her rubbing though as though it was some kind of instrument. Afterward, the two cuddled together tightly, mumbling to each other up close - their small voices too quiet to hear even at this distance. They were such a great couple.

Yeah, I was in love with them.

I switched off the camera after another minute of their cuddling, knowing in some detached part of my mind that the audience loved those parts too. Two small bodies, nestled in the folds of my flannel blanket, a quarter inches away from them - happily dozing off. Picture perfect.

I rolled onto my back. How the fuck was I in love with them? I'd never loved anyone. I'd always thought it was some bullshit scam for authors to sell books, or to get people to have kids. I'd assumed this whole life of mine with the toys and the machine would just be me as a super-domme who used her toy girls as she saw fit, and they loved her back all the more for her aloof and careless ways.

Now I was letting Summer boss me around sometimes and I wasn't even mad about it.

It made sense, in hindsight; I'd gone really soft in the past few weeks. It had been two months since Jennifer's reduction to toy status, and after that I'd found no end of excuses to do things other than shrink more girls. For one thing, I'd gotten sidetracked for weeks looking for a fix their problems with heights, cold air, and vulnerability to injury.

I'd wasted nearly a full charge on the last part, after I had a days-long panic attack the first time Summer fell off the bed and sprained her perfect little ankle. I hadn't simply used the machine to fix the sprain - I kind of went nuts and devoted myself for almost a month to making her and Jennifer incredibly flexible and resilient.

I'd had huge plans for the machine when I got it and first shrank Summer. Bend minds, alter bodies, twist reality - endless possibilities. I could have made millions, or billions. I had this plan I floated to them, after I shrank Jennifer, where I wasn't going to rob a bank so much as I was going to steal the bank itself - like I was going to zap all the board members and the CEO or whatever into my servants.

I had let Summer talk me out of it. The Feds aren't that easy to fool, she'd explained; they'd audit you and you'd never have enough charge to zap all of them. Jennifer offered another idea. A week later we're running a surprisingly popular lesbian porn webcast, one of a kind - about two doll-sized girls in love, and lust, living as toys in a house sized for normal people - their loving, dominant owner-Mistress never far away.

I'd been resistant at first, but Jennifer pointed out - when I shrunk her, I'd agreed she could keep her choice of career. I'd just expected her to pick physicist still, not submissive lesbian porno starlet moonlighting as scientist - when she wasn't tribbing in a shoebox, on camera, with Summer. That clip had only gone online two days ago and it had already broken a sales record.

Funny enough, despite being the one dominated and used every time in their clips, Jennifer herself was the one who did their writing and marketing, and she wrote the little bios for everything they sold. "Watch useless six-inch-tall redhead be fucked senseless by her Mistress's pinky." "Watch pale toy slave be tied up in a panty drawer and forced to cum." It went on. They had more than a hundred of them up, more added daily.

The size gimmick the stream featured was supposedly all 'special effects', of course, and both Summer and Jennifer looked sufficiently different from their old selves that nobody could identify them. My face was never quite on-screen. We'd put away mid-six figures so far, and every month did better than the last. Everything ran through offshore servers and accounts, remote secure upload, a shell company... I'd set up the technical stuff, Summer the legal and accounting side, and Jennifer did the marketing and sales.

The funniest part to me? Sure, the clips of them together were popular. Shots of their little sexy bodies at the mercy of my tongue, my fingers, and clips of them worshipping my breasts or pussy were just as much so. But clips of the two dozing in a martini glass together, playing catch with a cherry, a fun tickle session or game of mini-Twister, or to just watch the next episode of some TV show or whatever and hear my toys comment on it in real time - once they had a whole community and following, those sold nearly as well.

It was brilliant. Just like both of them. Summer surprised me all the time with her insight and cunning, especially with how deeply I'd altered her mind. Jennifer too; her genius wasn't just in figuring out Dad's theory, she was just... smart. Terrifyingly smart. She put things together in a flash, and it felt like she was always three steps ahead of me on any problem.

I wasn't only figuring out I was in love with them. I'd realized last week, perhaps as a prelude to this morning's revelation, that I kind of sucked at this whole dominance thing. Perhaps the sudden reality of my twisted fetish being brought to life hadn't suppressed the old wallflower Rachel as much as I thought. Maybe my kink for diminished, sexy little female bodies wasn't rooted in the whole dom-sub thing in the normal sense. Was there even a normal sense for that?

Maybe I didn't fucking know anything and I was just making this whole thing up as I went. Fuck, if I kept going down this road, I'd start thinking about ethics, and that sure as hell never stopped me before. I wanted to think more about diminished, sexy little female bodies, dependent on and utterly adoring me. I could figure out the rest later.

I smiled widely, probably looking a bit nuts if anyone could see. Despite my mood, my nipples were still really hard at the moment, and I could feel the heat burning in my sex as I heard the two go at it. A little voice in the back of my head said I was trying to drown out reason with thoughts of sex again, but it's not like I had anything else to fight it with. I didn't feel like guzzling another wine bottle.

"I'm gonna get changed." I said it to the ceiling, but the girls certainly heard it. I could sense their tiny, shifting weight as they sat up. I still ached a bit from my hangover, but I'd gotten through days and even had sex through worse.

"Yes, Mistress." Summer nodded as I glanced over at the two of them. She and Jennifer came into kneeling positions, side by side, ready to be lifted up. I typically just carried them from place to place lately; ever since I fixed the fear-of-heights issue, they seemed to find it fun.

I rolled off the opposite side, standing and stretching - hiding the ache in my head and shoulders. I cracked my neck, feeling the satisfying pop after a morning of dozing in an awkward position, then glanced over my shoulder at the two girls who stared up expectantly - happy little smiles on their tiny faces.

I walked out the door, cupping my small tits as I got out of sight and feeling my tough, stiff nipples. I was in such a weird state of mind this morning. Contemplative. Depressed. Horny. Sober. Oddly clear-headed, but distracted.

In love.

Ugh.

Stepping into the bedroom, I looked around; the place was a pigsty, my discarded dirty clothes and underwear strewn all over the floor, the bed, the furniture. The old rolling desk for my laptop was just about covered in plastic cups and dishes, and a wicker chair in the corner had been converted into a sort of jungle-gym for Summer and Jennifer - pieces of yarn tied between its various loops in a crazy assortment that went all over the place. They could both exercise and fuck on it.

I hadn't bothered with a frame for my bed, just leaving the mattress on the floor, and it was stained in places from spilled wine and probably stank from my frequent girlish slickness during play with the toys. The mismatched dresser had two drawers open, and some of my remaining clean panties were piled together in one corner of a drawer - a favorite napping spot for Summer.

I kicked old clothes and junk out of the way to get to the closet, fishing through a few things until I had set aside some of the only remaining set of clean underwear I had left. Before I went looking for actual clothes to put on, I looked backward, wondering if the girls had gotten the message. Surely they could have gotten here by now, or at least Summer could have. I padded back to the machine room, where the two girls were still on the bed, looking at me as I poked my head through the door.

I frowned at them. "I expect you two to join me." I turned on my bare heel and walked back to the bedroom.

Walking around once I was there, I idly sorted through a few discarded things - clothes, junk, some dirty glasses and plates... and I thought to myself a while longer. I put the stuff aside for now, then glanced at the doorway again as first Summer crossed the threshold of the bathroom door... looking hesitant, confused, but also a little happy. Jennifer was holding her hand, following behind her.

I smiled at her, then rose to my full height and walked toward the two - towering above them like a goddess. Both girls had their necks craned back near all the way to look up at my face. Summer fell onto her knees, mouth open wide. Jennifer still had a leery, eyebrow-raised expression on her face... like near always.

I walked back to the closet, and they followed. Inside was just a set of cheap wire-frame shelves that doubled as hanger racks, with a few drawers in between; on one side sat a small wooden bench I still had from my single year of college. Old clothes and things I hadn't worn for years still hung inside, or were tossed about the floor along with shoes I'd long since lost the other of.

I bent down, picking up Summer - only her, leaving Jennifer on the floor, and gently took the brunette in one palm, just beneath my left breast -stroking her hair once before rising again.

I looked down at the redhead again. "Jennifer. Take my pants off."

She was speechless for a moment, mouth going wide open - eyes scanning down to my bare feet, climbing up my leg and toward my breasts, then up to my face again. "... what?"

"You heard me." I folded my arms over my breasts, the warming air of the closet having softened my nipples. "Take my jeans off me."

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to do that?" She stamped a tiny foot. "You may have noticed - I'm six fucking inches tall!"

"I don't know, figure it out." I sighed, holding up Summer before my eyes. "Still such a mouth on her." I fished my phone out of my pocket, carefully placing it underneath the brunette toy. "Set a timer. I don't want this to take all day... let's say five minutes." I paused, glancing back at Jennifer again. "If she fails... she has to clean up all the mess in the house."

"WHAT!" Jennifer stamped her foot, hard enough that I actually heard it. A bit. "That's like a thousand fucking-"

"Yes, Mistress." Summer nodded and bent over the phone, sitting with her legs and ass near-sideways and resting one hand against my middle finger as she flipped through screens with a flat palm. Their fingers were too small for the touchscreen to register. She set the timer, and tapped Start.

Jennifer went into a barely-audible rant briefly, before I glanced back at the timer, then back at her. "Four minutes, forty seconds."




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 03



Jennifer suddenly stopped, mouth agape. "You didn't say it started! Wait! Stop!"

"Four minutes, thirty-five seconds." I gave a shrug.

Summer, now lying down with her head peering over the edge of the counter, shouted down - hands cupped around her mouth. "You can do it, Jenny! Climb!"

Jennifer's face was still priceless - she was flabberghasted. Still cursing to herself, Jennifer rushed moved up toward my left foot, placing her own tiny foot in the hem of my jeans and grabbing a fold of denim in her hand, trying to find purchase. After a few tentative starts, she finally placed both feet in a crease of my pant leg and began her attempt to summit Mount Rachel.

One tiny arm-length at a time, she ascended - small fingers grabbing bunches of denim, tiny feet placed in nooks and creases. Good thing for her I'd crashed for the night in one of my looser-fit pairs of jeans; if it was my skinny jeans, or my yoga pants, she'd have no hope in hell of climbing up - let alone getting them off me.

Midway up my calf, she switched to an outside track, climbing up the left side of my leg bit by bit. She kept glancing downward, or behind her toward the wire shelving only inches away - but still too far for her to reach. For my part, I only remained still; I didn't want to rig the game against her... not yet.

Soon her angry face took on a determined cast as she rose past my knee, even if she looked down more and more often. I might have greatly reduced both girls' fear of heights, and made them far more resistant to injury - but it still had to trigger some animal part of her brain. She was basically climbing... I guess five or six stories just to get to my waist. Our eyes met occasionally, and I could see the fierce challenge to me in them.

She reached the side of my waist, one arm trying to grab a crease of fabric near my ass - but slipping free, giving her a start - but she recovered quickly, moving back down two inches and trying more toward the front hem of my jeans. She tried a few more positions, then finally gave a grunt and scrambled up the final couple inches toward a belt loop.

When she hooked a hand in one of my belt loops, I had a thought. She was transitioning to her left, toward the button at the center, and I suddenly walked out - making her yelp and wail, flinging outward sideways as I turned the corner and went into the bathroom. I held Summer near the switch, and she knew what to do; she flipped it with both hands, the characteristic buzzing sound coming on with a few flickers as the old, cheap flourescent over the mirror came to life.

Jennifer didn't see the hand I had out behind and under her briefly during the excursion, certain to catch her if she lost her grip - which I just as quickly drew away as I got into the bathroom. She'd be fine if she fell, but I didn't want her to anyway. I pulled back the mirror door the medicine cabinet, finding the mouthwash and pouring myself a bit of it with my free hand. My mouth was still full of last night's awful gunk.

Summer had gasped at first from her perch in my other hand, but now clapped and gave a quiet 'yay!' as she watched the show. Jennifer shot her a vicious glare, which Summer only returned with a beaming smile.

Taking a cup of mouthwash to my lips, I swirled it around in my mouth, savoring the sharp, far-too-minty cleansing sensation as it flooded my sinuses with its overpowering vapor. Jennifer struggled back upward with a small groan, sticking both her hands through my belt loop and pressing her tiny feet on my waist, at the joint of my thigh. Biting her lip, she regained a solid footing, then unhooked one hand and reached to her left, crossing one loop at a time toward the button of my jeans.

I spat out the mouthwash, taking a moment to look at my topless self in the mirror as I felt Jennifer shift around further. I was still just as uselessly scrawny as the day I'd shrunk Summer; A-cup boobs that barely made a dent in anything I wore. I still had to use the machine to make them grow. Still had to do a lot.

Jennifer had reached the button of my jeans, and had hooked an arm underneath the hem. With a determined grit of her teeth, she swung herself up and over, locking one leg under the hem too, then tried to fiddle with the button - unsuccessful at several angles. I glanced at the timer.

I intoned aloud, to nobody in particular. "Three minutes." I gave Summer a kiss, my mouth now fresh and clean - wet lips smacking on Summer's smiling face. She returned it happily.

Jennifer's motions became more strained. She wrapped her other leg under the hem, positioning herself with her back to my mons, legs pressing outward into my jeans as she worked fiercely at the button. Their bodies may have been surprisingly strong for their size - I recalled something about insects being able to carry fifty times their own weight, I guess the same principle applied? - but both girls were still incredibly weak by any human standard.

I'd actually had no idea when I commanded her if the task I'd set was even possible. Unbuttoning me would clearly be the hard part. I smiled as she tried a few other positions - turning sideways, pressing her feet out to the right and one hand to the left, then flailing around with her right hand to try and reach the button.

She couldn't. It was kind of hilarious to watch, actually. I tried to suppress the urge to laugh out loud, and instead made only a small snort and giggle, which Summer soon matched as she watched through my splayed fingers.

Jennifer's foot slipped, and with a short wail she fell inside the front of my jeans, only one foot sticking out. I snorted aloud as I felt her struggle inside, catching right at the bottom joint between my legs and flailing her tiny limbs around as she tried to find purchase. It took her another good twenty seconds to contort and wriggle her tiny self back out, poking her head then upper body through the hem of my jeans again. She held up both arms, struggling oddly then looking up at me.

"Take off my top!" She shouted her angry demand up to me.

"Hmm?" I tilted my head, looking straight downward at her, my face framed on either side by my small, stiff nipples.

"It's in the way! Take it off! Hurry!" She held her arms up, offering its oversized sleeves toward me in a desperate gesture.

I was tantalized at the thought of a naked, tiny slave buried in my pants again. It was nearly a daily ritual, and I was pretty sure we'd done it at least twice last night... but it never really got old either. You don't really know pleasure until you have a six-inch-tall naked slave squirming inside your panties, devoting her entire self - head to toe - to your satisfaction in the dark, glorious, sweaty, lust-slick place between your legs.

With my free hand, I reached down, gently pulling the sleeves of her garment up, then tugging the neck over her small head - finally plucking it off her little form, revealing the nude, round-breasted, pale body within. So tiny and vulnerable... so helplessly sexy... with a scowl, she set herself back to her task, trying a new position now - with little of the twisting, confused, wasted motion of before. She had a purpose now.

It was actually kind of clever. Wrapping her legs about the two sides of the jeans' hem, she did a sort of crunch maneuver that concentrated the slack around the button. Then, with a free hand, she maneuvered the button through its slot, one side then the other... I felt it slacken around my waist and ass, and smiled.

"Yes!" Jennifer let herself slip toward my skin, letting one leg slide down inside my jeans and find the hem of my panties to hold her. She looked at me. "Well?"

I frowned. "Hmm? They're not off yet." I glanced at the timer. "Twenty seconds."

"Fuck!" Jennifer cursed, and rolled inward through the hem, plopping down inside my loosened jeans again. I sensed her coming down onto all fours at the seat of my jeans, just underneath my pussy and ass, and then begin a sort of hop - trying to push them downward with her body weight.

Ten seconds... looser... five... looser...

Without her knowing, I had set down Summer, and my hand was just underneath her when my pants finally came off - three seconds short of the limit. The seat of my jeans, and Jennifer's tiny body, fell right into my palm.

I plucked Jennifer out of my pants as I let them fall loose to the ground, raising her up to my lips and giving her a kiss - which she was reluctant to accept, but I felt the tremor of need in her - stiff little nipples against my lower lips. She couldn't have been that close to my sweaty, smelly womanhood and helped strip me without being affected, not with the way she loved and needed me.

"Good job." I kissed her again, unable to resist. I had a thing for redheads, especially when they're six inches tall.

"Yeah yeah." She said it, still panting and resting her palms on her knees as she knelt. Her pale skin visibly glistened from the exertion, but she didn't seem exhausted - rather, she looked winded yet invigorated, and probably horny as hell. Still, I felt a little bad for working her so much. Why did I care?

Was I still telling myself she was only a toy or a slave to me?

Fucking hell, not this again. With the other hand, I picked up Summer again, and held her to either side of my waist to let her tug down the sides of my panties. With a little shimmy, I stepped out of them, grabbed Jennifer's sweater again, and held my toys together as I went back out into the bedroom, ignoring the panties and bra I'd set out for now.

I had taken a bath with them both last night - that had been the start of the night's drinking escapades - and I didn't really feel the need for a shower right then. I didn't really feel like going out either. I set down both girls at the edge of my mattress, tossing Jennifer's sweater down over her head as I laid down on my front, before them - my face filling their field of view, but actually eye-level with the two of them for once.

It was an unusual way to see them... for me, anyway. Summer's scrunchie thing looked to be chafing the flesh around her boobs a bit; I could see where it was red and raw above and below. She'd never even think about complaining about it, which I liked, but I had to pay more attention to these things. I made a mental note; got to find the two of them real clothes, comfortable and warm stuff like Jennifer's sweater - but a whole wardrobe, all seasons. Maybe I could custom-order it? I'd go shopping online tonight, I decided.

Jennifer casually grabbed her sweater, pulling it back over her head and - with Summer's help - tugging it on again, drawing its lower hem down to just below her ass. Summer gave her a kiss as her head emerged from its neck, then the two looked at me expectantly.

Sitting there for a time, I let things stay quiet just long enough to approach awkwardness, then looked at the redhead. "Jennifer. Good job taking my pants off. Cum for me."

Her eyes went wide, staying locked with my own gaze as she fell to her knees, her legs spreading carelessly as her hands went up to her head and she let out several panting breaths. Her mouth opened and she let out a soft moan, increasing into a wail as the unexpected, orgasmic blessing finally made itself known after about five seconds.

Oh right, I didn't mention this before. The cool thing about the inability to resist my commands I'd ingrained into both girls' minds early on? I'd found out - by accident - that commanding them to cum didn't just give them an urge to masturbate. It went much further, triggering something deeper in their minds that sent them directly into orgasmic pleasure.

Summer brightened, coming into a kneeling position next to Jennifer. The redhead's tiny eyes were still lost in my own, her arms cupping her generous blueberry-sized tits through her sweater as she now wailed aloud, the true pleasure finally subsuming her mind. Summer kissed the side of her face, avoiding any other direct contact - she knew how I liked to see this.

I didn't do this to them too often - once a day or so, most days. The 'normal' kind of orgasms, from real sex with all the messy fun that it entails, still feel better for them. This was about pleasure too, of course, but also about power... and taking what little they had from them.

I loved to see their helpless, tiny faces as their bodies betrayed them - locking them in the throes of bliss regardless of their intent or feelings. Jennifer never looked away; she just let out a series of keening wails as the waves of pleasure washed out of her pussy.

"Good girl... good cum for the Mistress..." Summer was stroking Jennifer's hair as she came down from her high, the redhead panting and only occasionally glancing toward the brunette.

I glanced at Summer. "Eh, you too Summer. Go ahead and cum."

Summer had only been looking at me through a sidelong glance, but just hearing it was enough. As long as they were aware I had directly commanded them, that was all it took. The time delay seemed to vary - based, we thought, on how close they already were, and how recently they'd already reached their last climax.

Summer was able to breathe out a single "Mistress!" before her own climax overtook her, and she clung to the smaller Jennifer with both hands as she knelt her head against the redhead's shoulder. She wailed aloud, straight down; it took only half the time for her own sudden orgasm to arrive, likely just from having watched Jennifer. I guess.

Summer's breasts shook as her whole body shuddered with pleasure, back arching and hands twitching as her nails dug into the redhead's chest and back - Jennifer looking at the top of the larger girl's head with a confused expression as the brunette came.

When Summer was done, the two - now glistening with a little sweat - were both looking at me. Summer looked radiant, while Jennifer still looked confused, though more than a little satisfied.

"Thank you, Mistress..." Summer said it through heavy breaths.

Jennifer followed. "Yeah, was nice... give me a minute..."

I cleared my head for a moment. It didn't work. "So I wanted to talk."

"Okay..." Jennifer tried to focus, then Summer as well.

"So... even though I made you all dependent and all... I'm the one who can't really imagine life without either of you, and you're awesome... and everything. Oh, and I think I'm in love with you both." I blurted it out, realizing after I said it that it hadn't had the gravity and passion of the moment that I somehow envisioned. Letting it hang in the air for a moment - I guess thinking the gravity would somehow just burst into the room on its own - I realized it wasn't. "Actually, I don't think it, I know it. Whate-"

"Mistress?!" Summer clapped her hands to her mouth belatedly.

Jennifer was still looking at me like I'd told her this was all a dream. "Wait, what?"

I felt my feet waving in the air, mind still airy and weird. "So yeah I'm also planning on shrinking another girl soon. How about it?"

"Back up!" Jennifer held up both hands, seeming to catch up. "Since when do you love anyone? And since when do our opinions matter?"

"They always mattered." I frowned, looking at the red-headed toy and still not sure what was coming out of my mouth. She was frowning back.

Jennifer threw her arms out wide. "It sure didn't when you shrank me!"

I blinked. "Oh. Guess you're right there." I gave a shrug. "I meant after that."

My redhead held her hands out. "So... soo..." She seemed confused, and to be losing track of her own temporary anger. "What am I-"

Summer had clapped a hand over the redhead's mouth, preventing her from launching another tirade. "Thank you, Mistress! I love you too! So does Jennifer!" Jennifer didn't fight back, instead seeming to take the moment to think - looking off into the distance and folding her arms under her breasts. Summer was ecstatic. "And we'd love another sister! How small will you make her?"

"I dunno yet." I shrugged. "I might do it different this time around. Take a few weeks, zap her slowly over time until she's super-fucking-hot and dreams day and night about being shrunk. Kinder and gentler, all that."

"Mistress..." Summer clapped her hands quickly together. "It sounds fantastic no matter what size she is, Mistress!"

Summer's exuberance was to be expected. I glanced at Jennifer. "Red?"

The brunette drew her hand away from the smaller girl's mouth, who stayed quiet for a time before turning back to face me. She bit her lip, then finally spoke. "You know... I love you too. I know you zapped me to love you but I still do. And I'm glad you... realized, you love us. I worried a lot that you really didn't, but... I believe it now." She let out a long sigh, as though saying it was a weight off her shoulders.

"You're not fighting back against the idea of another shrink-ee." I let my thoughts wander briefly to a few mental images of the last two victims, those who stood before me, during their own reduction into their current state. It had been hot as hell.

Jennifer shook her head. "I am. Sort of. You need to be careful about who you pick next." She stood up, pacing back and forth.

I nodded. "I did waste a ton of power turning away those clowns looking for you two."

She waved a hand. "That too - but that's not what I meant." She gathered her thoughts for another moment, turning to us both. "I mean what the next girl is like, what her personality is. Find someone else like me."

Summer chimed in. "A scientist?"

"What? No." Jennifer shook her head. "Find a miserable bitch incapable of the slightest bit of happiness... you know, someone like that. Someone who won't miss being who they were."

That sort of hung in the air for a couple seconds.

Summer held a hand out, trying to sound conciliatory. "Jenny, we love you, you're not-"

"I know I'm not! Now, I mean." Jennifer let out another sigh. "Look, I'm only going to say this once, okay?" She held her palms out, calling for quiet, then folded them under her boobs again. "I'm happy you shrank me."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"I mean I'm not, like, genuinely bouncing-off-the-walls happy about it it!" She slapped her hands against her head. "There's a lot of things I miss about being normal size. I miss being able to go out and do whatever I want, whenever. I miss being able to have conversations with random people. I mean, I don't miss them much, because I fucking hated everyone and everything when I was... normal or tall or whatever, but..."

She sighed again, glancing back at Summer. "... on the other hand, now I can actually enjoy living and all, and I'm completely in love with you and Rachel, I have a brilliant new theory to work on... and I'm a porno starlet who gets to cum twenty times a day. And I'll be this age and healthy indefinitely, and that's definitely a plus." She shrugged. "The two things shouldn't have to be, but if everything before and everything after were separate packages... I'd take the after."

It remained in the air for another few moments. An odd part of me felt very satisfied knowing how Jennifer felt, but I didn't quite know how to process it. Until recently I hadn't cared at all... or understood that I did? Fuck, feelings were such a pain. Maybe I wouldn't have them tomorrow. Maybe this was some weird kind of a hangover.

I pointed at Jennifer, finally resting my finger atop her head. "Okay... so then the next girl. How about you pick her? I'll just reserve a veto." I shrugged.

"Me...?" Jennifer seemed taken aback at the suggestion. Her hands pressed against the side of my finger.

"Yeah. I'll figure out some way to take you out on the town. Both of you. In my purse or something, I'll figure it out later. We'll sort of go shopping, find a girl we all agree on, and when it's time, we'll lure her in range of the machine... and shrink her down into a toy."




The Shrinking Machine Ch. 03



I bit my lip, already excited as the redhead fell to her knees under my finger. Summer had fall onto her back, making an odd sound as she frigged herself. I continued to myself. "At the same time, I'm finally going to find us a new place. A few zaps - and piles of your porno cash - should get us a fantastic ranch outside the city. I'm thinking a lot of land, in the forest, warm and safe for you two... not sure if that'll be before or after the new girl. Depends, I guess."

I could tell they were excited too. Neither had much in the way of shame anymore, and Summer tossed aside her skirt to masturbate openly while Jennifer's fingers were poking around the lower hem of her sweater - teasing her folds at the mention of another girl joining them in their reduced state. I was pretty sure they'd tuned out the part about a new house.

"Will we get to watch her shrink, Mistress?" The small bump where her hand was moving under her skirt began to move slowly.

"Of course. Front row seats. I promise. We'll even choose what the new her will look and act like, together." I nodded, moving a finger to stroke her hair.

"You're spoiling us, Mistress!" She sounded like she was pleading.

"Eh." I shrugged. I really was awful at this domme thing. "Lately, I feel like spoiling you both rotten."

She was biting her lip, and rested her head against the palm I'd brought down next to her. I let her stroke my skin for a while, feeling my nipples stiffen more; another minute of this and I'd be grabbing her roughly and shoving her between my legs to service me.

Suddenly she popped her head up, looking serious. "Mistress! Wait! We can't shrink someone else yet!"

"Huh?" I was suddenly broken from my many fantasies of what I'd do with them next.

"You haven't zapped yourself yet! You need to stop aging and make yourself super-tough and healthy like us!"

"Eh. I feel okay mostly." I shrugged. "Besides, it took a charge and a half to make you two super-tough. Making me like that would be years."

"Then at least stop aging, Mistress!" Summer stood up again, pointing at me. "Every minute is another you didn't have to get older! Jenny and I won't get older, but you will! You could get sick, or hurt, at any time!" She clapped her hands together. "Please, Mistress!"

"I've barely gone out since I shrank you two." I waved a hand. "Maybe after the next girl."

"No!" Summer stamped her foot, surprisingly obstinate considering how I programmed her. I thought for a moment; I guess this was what happened when I programmed her to both love me and obey me, and the two clashed?

"It's not just for you..." Jennifer looked up at me. "... she's right. You've put this off long enough. It was safe enough to use on us, and it's been a few months. We're fine. If something happened to you, we'd be lost. Put in a cage somewhere. They'd probably separate us and give us therapy or something, best case." She paused, then held up a finger. "And wait, what about your boobs?"

Oh yeah. I looked down at my chest, where my nipples were pressing to the carpet.

Jennifer was pointing at them with both fingers. "We programmed the sequence and it worked perfectly in simulation a dozen times." She cupped one hand under her own breast, then used the other hand to cup one of Summer's. "You have the anti-aging thing built into the same sequence, right?" She suddenly looked mischievous, biting her lip. "Come on. Your turn. We wanna see them grow."

I grinned at her. "Little slut. You just want to hug a huge titty."

"Yeah. And who made me this way?" She tilted her head again, folding her arms. Summer was glancing back and forth between us, unsure what to say.

I frowned, looking away for a while, then looking back at the two of them. "You said it feels good, right? It doesn't hurt at all?"

Summer nodded vigorously, and Jennifer confirmed it. They were basically incapable of not loving my boobs no matter how they looked... but they also had to be dreaming at night, about what it would be like to press their whole bodies into big, pillowy orbs of breast-flesh - each one outweighing their entire small bodies. Nipples that would stretch their jaws wide. A little spot in between they could doze in...

"Hmmmm... maybe today is the day..." I pressed my hands on the floor, rising up into a kneeling position. I cupped both palms over my tiny tits. "... for these to grow."

Summer gave a cheer and clapped as I went into the other room, picking up the tablet that I kept the beta software on. It was basically ready, and far more flexible than the original client Dad had programmed. I returned to my room where the two were, plopping down on the bed and letting them come back to me, climbing atop my chest and each sitting on a nipple as they watched me tap my way through a few screens.

The new software actually displayed the target's body - my bony, skinny body appeared on-screen as the new, rapid frame capture completed. I loaded the refined sequence Jennifer and I had set up months ago, which the machine confirmed. I began to set up the other, more complex parts of the software - the dozen aging spare computers I'd found in garage sales and pawn shops each was also wired to the machine, adding to its processing power and cache.

Of course, I couldn't alter my own DNA and grow fantastic new boobs without taking that mass from somewhere, and my skinny and petite body barely had much to take from anywhere else. I certainly didn't need to shrink myself either.

Fortunately, the new software supported something we called 'donor frames' - it could take from one person and give to another. I set it to safely extract from rapidly-cycled random people in range of the machine - which was tens of thousands, this was the middle of New York City - taking only a quarter- to a half-inch from each before moving on to the next.

I finished by double-checking the last part, a fun extra feature Jennifer knew about but Summer didn't. I tabbed over to a preview, and bit my lip in anticipation of the new Rachel that hovered on-screen. My new boobs wouldn't be stupidly large; they were just on the upper edge of what could be natural for a girl my size and build. Generous C-cups, that looked all the larger for my petite body. Everything looked good. I glanced between the two before tabbing over to Commit.

"Ready?"

"Of course, Mistress!" Summer bounced atop my small boob, making it wiggle a little. I wonder how much her weight would make the new pair bounce?

I tapped Commit, and let the tablet flop down onto the bed as I laid back, hands behind my head, feeling a strange warmth overcome me. Screens of code, rapid equations and frame capture confirmations, and a thousand other critical things were flying across the tablet's screen, far too quickly to pay attention to. No errors. I supposed I really was pretty good at coding things.

Before I knew it, I was letting out a long groan. My whole body just suddenly felt... good. It would start with the whole-body thing, fixing all my DNA to make me stop aging like the toys, but also making me super-healthy in general - and other odds and ends, like fixing that painful ankle I'd had for years since the car wreck in high school, and smoothed over my acne scars, made my hair less terrible, and... yeah, you get the idea. Prettier, smoother, sexier, healthier me. Rachel Deluxe.

I wasn't sure how long it took. I was dimly aware of the toys climbing all over my boobs. They were squealing with delight, looking up at my face, but I was too euphoric to care about much of anything. It was already better than any drug I'd ever done, and I've done an awful lot of drugs.

It was hard to tell when it shifted to my boobs. It was supposed to be a rapid, total shift; the software wasn't good at doing two things at once. Still, my whole body practically glowed with inner joy at the sensation of change and improvement, but I did eventually become aware of an increasing warmth in my chest. The girls seemed to sense it shortly after I did, and were treating my boobs like pilates balls; each picking and sitting on one then bounce, bounce, bounce...

It got a bit distracting, and with my hands I pressed their little bodies against my boob-flesh while it grew, feeling both the expanding soft titty-mass and their squirming bodies under my palms. Summer was giggling, and Jennifer was asking some kind of question to me, which I ignored. Really, she just didn't sense the atmosphere at all sometimes. Oddly, I sensed no desire to change that about her... because my stupid ass was in love.

My tits grew to fill my hands completely, and went a bit further - swelling to two wonderful, apple-sized boobs on my chest, ready to fill anything I wore and draw the gaze of men and women alike. I felt the warmth receding in time, and my breath was coming in great heaves - sweat covering my whole body - yet I was still feeling radiant. Damn, if it always felt this good to get zapped, I might have to find other excuses.

I let my hands fall away for a moment, my mouth opening into an insane smile as I looked down at my chest. Well, one insecurity solved for good. I scrambled up, a toy in each hand, and went back into the bathroom - flipping the switch on with my Jennifer hand and spinning around once, feeling their weight and tense, heavy fullness on my chest as I stopped. They jiggled as I did, settling then so I could feast my eyes on my topless glory.

All three of us looked at me. I put the girls down, wanting to fondle myself briefly. Weight filled my hands, and I bit my lip as I simply caressed the orbs on my chest; they were sensitive too, just as I'd ordered, and pleasantly satisfying just to hold. My nipples were only slightly larger with the change, but still notably more full between my fingers. I could sense the tension within, and with a tentative squeeze-

I gave a tiny yelp as the first bit of milk squirted out. Summer's mouth gaped at the sight, and jumped up and down, asking for the first taste in ecstatic delight at the surprise. I was tempted to try it myself, but I reminded myself I'd done this specifically for them. I wanted to feed my toys with my boobs, to have that total dependence and need from them.

With a strange, almost disembodied sense of desire, I took Jennifer in one hand and Summer in the other. Both had their eyes fixed on the boobs I drew each close to; I held their seated little bodies on my palms as their mouths closed on nipples that barely fit in their mouths, and the first few awkward suckles as their hands came to rest on my areola.

Warm, rich milk gently flowed, filling their mouths in large gulps with a taste perfectly tuned to drive them wild. It was clearly more difficult for Jennifer to keep up, the stronger flow overpowering her ability to swallow it all; milky whiteness poured out over her chin and soaked her sweater. She squirmed for a moment in my hand, taking it off and throwing the garment away as her mouth gleefully found my nipple again and suckled.

Jennifer was done first, her belly full of my milk; she laid back in my hand, eyes heavy and skin flush with excitement. I moved her over to Summer, holding the brunette in my palm as she continued to drink from me. Jennifer began to strip the other toy - lovingly tugging off her skirt, then pulling her scrunchie-bra over her head. Summer finished gulping as much as she could shortly after, sharing her last mouthful of milk with Jennifer in a deep kiss.

"So good, Mistress... so good, thank you..." Summer said it between deep breaths, wiping away the last of the milk from her mouth then licking the hand clean.

"Both of you, down here..." I moved them quickly to my now perpetually bare sex, and soon found another bonus of my enhanced body was quite real - I gasped in pleasure as the two attacked my clit together at first, magnified sensations pouring out of it that made even the best attention I'd ever received there before seem totally forgettable.

The intense, visceral pleasure was incredible; I could practically feel every small brush of their tiny bodies against my folds, could tell which of my toys was on my clit and which was on my pussy - and beyond that, I could sense their motions, down to knowing which tiny finger they were each using on small patches of my sex-slick entrance.

My hands cupped my expanded boobs, filling them completely with warm breast-flesh. A few careless squeezes on my nipples expressed squirts of milk, soaking my boobs and chest and dripping down onto the mattress. I didn't care, I needed more, and my tits were so sensitive now that I wanted to play with them all day. My toys focused completely on my pussy, driven into a frenzy by the smell and wetness covering them - and my own visibly far more powerful reaction to their effort had to be doing something.

One of my hands went down behind them. I pressed against their backs, squishing their bodies to my pussy. They squirmed delightfully between my folds - small hands or feet slipping inside me, a chin rubbing against my clit, a tiny pussy bucking against my labia... they writhed together, using their entire selves to bring me pleasure.

I imagined having two more. One down below, one on each of my breasts, and one at my tongue. Yes, I needed it. At least one more. I had to shrink one or two more girls into helpless toys, and I'd just as helplessly fall in love with them and spoil them too.

Summer, perfect Summer, sensed the tension in my body as my back arched. She stood, following my pussy as it rose off the bed slightly, Jennifer barely able to reach that high - my pussy gobbling up both her arms as she pushed them inside my sex, ramming them in and out together as quickly as she could. Summer focused on my clit, using her whole mouth and both hands.

I gave a low wail as I came, squeezing my nipples hard and reveling in the sensation of it. Squirting milk covered my chest, dribbling all over me as I shook and came. A landslide of pleasure built up inside me, thundering waves of pure bliss flowing out from my pussy - and yes, my breasts, newly enhanced as pleasure-places of their own. I wasn't even sure what kind of animal noises I was making, I was so lost in it. I squeezed the girls together between my thighs but I was dimly aware that they were more than safe.

It washed through me still, for an interminable time, until I laid limp on the bed, breath heaving and my body sweating profusely. I would have gone and opened a window to the April air, I was so hot - had I not been too exhausted to move. Funny; I'd barely actually moved on the bed itself when I set the girls loose on my pussy. Cumming as hard as I did had wiped me out anyway.

A minute later, with my body cooling off, I lovingly extracted two girl-slick, sweaty toy women from between my legs. Their bodies were as limp as wet noodles too, but their breath was still coming heavy; they'd had a real workout to get me to my climax. Their bodies had turned a reddish color, and I could feel their trembling, jelly-like muscles as they tried to respond to my gaze.

I gently placed Summer between my boobs, then took Jennifer up close to my face. Her red hair was dark and matted tight to her head, sticky with my juice, and she was having trouble even sitting up. A wide smile beamed on her face, with a crooked twist to it. She really did love being what I'd made her. Another would join her in time and find out the joys and pleasures of being a toy as she had, but for now...

I brought her hands together above her head, and let her dangle between my fingers. My tongue stuck out and I began to clean her, like a mother cat for her kittens; my slimy muscle worked over every inch of her, tasting the mixture of salty sweat and femininity that coated her. My breath and spittle still reeked of mouthwash, and it would do until I could get her nice and clean this evening with another bath. For now I just wanted to love her.

She tried to help, small and feeble motions to present different parts of her, but I wasn't expecting her to do anything but receive my attention. Our eyes met just before my tongue reached her chin, and she closed her eyes as I licked up over her face, all over her head, down her back... then I turned her around again and saw her biting her lip. We both knew only one part of her remained then.

She tried to spread her legs, but my tongue did more of the work. My invading muscle had its way with her, rubbing hard and fast over her tiny clit and pussy, making her dangling toes curl and legs shake with excitement. Her mouth opened, giving a sharp series of gasps, and I could sense she was close. I took my tongue away for a brief moment, to tease her.

"No, please don't leave me, please Mistress-" She stopped writhing abruptly, eyes going wide as she seemed to realize her mistake. I only smiled, letting my tongue extend slowly once again, pushing her legs apart and working her clit with the tip of my tongue - a quick, vibrating motion I reserved only for very good toys.

It didn't take long. She came and came, a tiny wail that was toneless and all over the place as she lost control. Her legs flailed about and small boobs juddered as her body shook, though she was held firmly in place by my hand.

When it ended, I plopped her down on the pillow, leaving her to rest and think about her little slip of the tongue. Squeezing my breasts together, I sat up, taking Summer for a brief walk into the living room for some quality time together.

I ate her out, letting her straddle my mouth - which took some convincing, she thought it would be submissive of me. I didn't care, and told her I'd make it an order if I had to. She came, and then she too was given a tongue-cleaning, every square millimeter of her tiny body - from the bottoms of her feet to the top of her head. When she came, she too was wailing at the top of her lungs, but nobody outside the room would have heard.

She napped for an hour, curled up atop my chest, then she woke up to me working on a laptop, planning. She plopped herself down by the touchpad, helping with what I was doing - mainly some stuff with the accounts, shifting money from both their porno business and my own inheritance and figuring out exactly what we had and how we could spend it without raising any suspicion. Summer was especially useful on the last part.

We did a little online shopping for the next place as well, finding a few good candidates, and then I did a little looking around for custom-made clothing and even shoes for the two of them. I found some good options, but I'd need very specific measurements for them both - that would have to be tomorrow's fun exercise.

It was well into evening before I went back to bed, where Jennifer was still dozing on the pillow in a very unflattering position. Summer nestled herself between my boobs, and I placed Jennifer there too. They were soon deep into sleep together, but I stayed up for a few hours, my mind wandering around thoughts of the future...

... and wondering what the hell 'love' was supposed to look like in my situation.