There she is, with my new favorite toy. She said she would bring something special tonight. Somehow that thing slipped my mind. I was thinking more in the lines of her wearing something special. But no matter what she wears she looks stunning. I'm taller than her, but she fills out more nicely. Whereas I'm on the gangly side, she is round and curvy with hints of muscle. She is really strong and beautiful, soft and terrifying. A woman of contradictions. She heads directly into the bedroom today. It's her turn to lead, and she don't want to waste time on pleasantries. As I walk behind her I can't help to notice her long blonde hair flowing over her body. It's almost down to her butt... She did this on purpose. She knows how much I like to look at her hair, and where that would lead my eyes. She put on that short skirt just for me. Her legs revealed, and just a hint of her bottom under there. If I bent down I would be able to tell if she is wearing any underwear, but I'm not that desperate. Curious, I admit, but I will find out later, I'm sure.

She just stands there, looming over the bed. I can sense how she puts thought into her moves. There are some genreal outlines here, but not a fully formed plan. She decides that it's time to remove my clothes. She moves in close and kisses me on the mouth, and she gently pulls my hair. She moves on to the neck and I can feel her breathing flowing down my shirt. She gently caresses my shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. She pecks my collar bones as she undoes my bra and releases my breasts... mere puppies compared to her tame wolves, but she likes them, kisses them, licks them. She once told me she were jealous. She found hers in the way in regular life... but when I got my hands on them she took it all back. She lingers by my nipples, wetting them slightly with her tounge and then flicking them with her fingers. They stiffen and makes my knees weak. She uses the opportunity to push me down on the bed. I didn't even notice when she unbuttoned my pants, but she drags them off quickly while I'm laying there.

She adores my legs. I adore hers as well, but she claims she loves mine more. Perhaps beacause they are longer than hers, I don't know. She peels my socks off and kisses my toes. She kneels by the bed and drags me towards the edge. She rubs my inner thighs and kisses me. I feel her breath as she is traveling upwards my legs. All that is between her and my glory is a thin sheet of fabric. She peels my panties off, looking like a kid unwrapping the present of it's dreams. My pussy is wet already, and I know that is what she hoped to find. That means I'm ready for the toy.

She holds it up for me to see as she prepares it. She rubs it with baby oil, making the black rubber glisten. It's really not much to look at, a black dildo with a ball shaped pump attached to the bottom. It looks like the toy would be inflatable but it is something completely different. As it is all oiled up she puts it near me, rubs my thighs a bit with it before she slowly buries it within me. It's not a big toy. It disappears inside me. All that is visible is the hose to the pump that rests in her hand.
- "Stand up." she commands. She watches as I rise up, looking up into my eyes and kisses me. She has to stand on her toes to reach if I stand tall. After the kiss is finished she stands still, pressing sligtly against me, mixing our contours together.
- "How many did we do last time?" she asks.
- "One..." I answer nervously.
- "I'm pretty sure we did two... How many should we do today?"
- "Three?" I answer with uncertainty ringing through my voice. I know what is coming and it's hard to think straight. She locks her eyes with mine, and I can see the fire in her eyes.
- "Six it is then." and gives the pump a firm squeeze.

Why did she have to make me stand up? My strenght disappears as the toy reacts within me. It responds to the squeeze instantly and does a huge throb. I can feel myself stretch around it, not just my pussy, but my whole body. I imagine this is what a balloon feels like when someone blows too much air in it. It borders on painful and my knees buckle, but she is standing so close that I don't fall down. I didn't even realize I closed my eyes. I'm panting, and as I open my eyes I can see that she was worried for me, but she quickly hides it. I guess my eyes gave my pleasure away. I straighten myself out and the effect of the toy is clear as I now have to look up to look into her eyes.
- "Kiss me." she commands. This time it's my turn to stand on my toes to reach her. The shrinking effect of one squeeze however seems to not be enough for her. As I lean in to kiss her she presses the pump again, slowly. I still feel the effect, but not as brutally as with the first squeeze. I manage to keep my legs straight, but I can't reach her lips. I dwindle before her eyes and find my face in her chest.
- "I guess you were right... we only did the one the last time... Can't ever remember seeing you this small.." She takes a step back to enjoy the view. It's a rare sight for me. Standing up and having to look up at her. Her forms are really something else from this view. Even though everyting around me is bigger, she is the only thing I really notice. I can't imagine what she is feeling and thinking right now. We had spoken of this before the toy. She wanted to be the big spoon. I told her it was no problem for me, but she explained it to me that there was a difference between being the outer spoon and being the big spoon. She wanted to embrace me like I could embrace her... and I wanted her to ever since... It seems like such a simple thing but when you think about it, it's really hard to imagine being the tiny spoon when it's not what you usually are. "I'm still waiting for that kiss." she said and pointed at her lips.

She let's me kiss her this time. Another thing I wouldn't have imagined becomes clear to me as we kiss. The whole experience is changed. Her tounge reaches farther in my mouth than it used to, and it takes some adapting. The awkwardness of the new kiss however fades quickly, and we begin to explore eachothers mouths, finding our new places in the make out session. She was always the more active one in the kissing, and I can feel that she immensly enjoys her new position, leaning down a bit to kiss me. I get the feeling she is teasing me though, because she hides her hands behind her back. I however am finding it hard to keep my hands away from her. Her body might be unchanged but it certainly doesn't look the same to me. She does only let me touch her hair though. Every time my hands wander she backs away a bit and gives me a mysterious look. I tangle my fingers in her hair and try to keep her close. She giggles suddenly and pulls out of a kiss.
- "It was hard to measure, but I think I got it just right. Good thing you were distracted..."

She shrunk me again while we kissed. It's a complete surprise to me how I managed to not notice. She reaches in under her short skirt and pulls down her panties. I notice that I'm only as tall as her legs. She lifts up her skirt and takes a step forward, esentially trapping me under it. Now I get why she was measuring me. I really admire her for playing it cool. I could only guess what she felt before she let me this close to her. But she couldn't lie to me down here. She was soaking wet, her juices trickeling down her legs. Her panties on the floor were soaked through, and I knew that even though she was in control over my size I was in control of her lust. I began to kiss and caress her and she almost toppled over me. It was empowering to know that even though I would be at a disadvantage, I still had this power over her. As my tounge spreads her lips and the salty taste of her pussy invades my mouth. I can't tell if it's because I'm smaller or if she is exeptionally turned on, but her juices flow in a steady stream over me like I've never seen before. I hear her breathing heavily... and I haven't even gotten started for real yet.

The taste isn't enough. I need to feel her, touch her. I bury my hands in her labia. Her pussy looks magnificent, perhaps twice as big as usual. My slippery hands almost disappear in her lips as I massage them and dig for the gold. Her clit is hidden but I know how to get to it. Usually I put my thumb where her lips meet and push gently, and the clit reveals itself, but a thumb isn't enough anymore. I use the palm of my hand but the result is the same. I kiss her swollen clit, perhaps a bit too eagerly. She lets out a yelp and suddenly I can't reach her anymore. That weird feeling of the toy fills my body and my knees buckle. She must have squeezed the pump when I kissed her clit.

I find myself looking at her kneecaps when I get the strenght to stand up straight again. I hear her chuckle from way up high.
- "Look at how tiny you are." She tugs the hose a bit and I almost lose my balance. "That last squeeze was a bit more powerful it seems, but it's your own fault for making me feel so good." She grabs me and puts me on the bed. Her hand around my waist is firm, and by the way she yanked me into the air with ease I can tell that she is infinitly stronger than I am in my current state. As I stand on the bed I can reach her boobs. I decide not to try it, but I know I could have, until she looks at me again and says "That's five... I promised one more."

It's very undramatic to see. All she does is squeeze that little rubber ball. My vision and what I feel doesn't match however. It's chaos in my mind. The toy does nothing, and at the same time it does everything. My heart races and I can feel my pussy throbbing around the toy. It's uncomfortable, and yet heavenly. A tiny scream slips my lips. Not a moan... a scream of pleasure. I've never heard myself make that sound, and neither has she. A moment of confusion in her eyes turns to her icy cold stare of pleasure. She must be very pleased as I stand on my knees in the bed. I really tried to stand tall, but she broke me. The toy broke me and she won... her eyes and that wicked smile tells me that she won. Not that it was a competition to me.
- "You won't be needing this anymore." she whispers as she gently removes the toy. "Aw, look... It shrunk with you."
- "It certainly didn't feel like it." I retort as my senses returns to somewhat functional. I catch a glimpse of the toy before she puts it aside. Inside of me it felt like I was going to burst. Like it was ripping my insides to make room for itself. It felt more like it was the toy growing rather  than me shrinking, but seeing it in her hand it couldn't have been bigger than a Q-tip. Which made me ponder, how small was I?

She lifts me up again. To inspect me. Her eyes are fixed. Holding me must have made it real for her. Seeing me on the bed was not reality in her mind, but grabbing me, lifting me... At least that's a bit how I feel. I saw her towering over me. But as she leaned in and took a firm grip over my whole upper body with one hand it really sank into me. We never discussed this. It didn't cross our minds that the toy could be used to this extent. We had both tried it, but only one squeeze each. I was the object of shrinking most of the time, and we found out that how hard she pressed the pump determined how much of my height would disappear. It was a long process of exploration, because the toy could not be used for two months after it had successfully shrunken someone. The effects lasted two hours... at least with one squeeze. My mind starts racing. How long will I stay like this? Fear comes over me for a bit... or perhaps claustophobia. It's not every day your lover can grab you like this. I must have jerked because she suddenly stops. She turns her hand and opens it and suddenly I feel cold.

- "Are you okay? Did I overdo it?" Her face is ridden of all that confidence and replaced with concern.
- "I just need to breathe... Shit... I'm sitting in the palm of your hand!" The fear left me as quickly as it came. My trust in her is greater than I thought. The whole situation was a bit much but when her face changed from desire to love I felt safe again. I leaned over the edge of her hand and looked down. "Amazing... To you this is nothing... the space between me and the bed. But for me it's several stories down. Fuck..."
- "I didn't really think of that." I see her measuring, rolling what I said in her mind, but she can't really grasp it. "I just can't let it go... How tiny you are. You are like the most life like doll there ever was. 20 minutes ago you were... you. Now you're a doll!"
- "I'm sorry for snapping you out of the moment..."
- "No no! Don't be! We'll get back to it, I promise... if you still want to."
- "Yes I still want to... just needed to wrap my head around... this." I gesture to myself and she smiles. I really am sorry I snapped her out of the moment, but at the same time I really needed to get my thoughts out. The moment seemed to be leaving so I needed to get it back before it was out of reach. "If I am a doll then why aren't you playing with me?" She trades looks with me for a while to make sure I'm okay for real... and she must have decided that I was because her eyes starts to wander again. Taking it all in. All of me. Despite me being small it still seems there is a lot to look at. A minute, probably two passes with her doing nothing else than looking at me. The warmth of her hand increases, or perhaps my skin is just getting used to the open air again... or it's me who gets hotter... The way she looks. There is a great weight in her stare. I recline and she catches me with her fingers. I spread my legs a bit and massage my thighs. It seems I caught her interest. Her eyes lock on my hands as I move them up and down my legs. Further and further up with each stroke. She holds me close to her face. I feel when she exhales on my toes that dangles over the edge of her hand. I touch myself, gently caressing, spreading my lips with a finger. I can't tell what glistens more, my newly wet finger or her eyes as I taste myself.

Her breathing sounds like waves crashing in the ocean as she lifts me really close to her face. She presses her nose in my stomach and takes a deep breath. I giggle, partly because the rush of air tickles my pussy and partly because I'm amazed... The ridge of her nose is almost as big as my torso. I can hear her giggling as well when she takes another deep breath.
- "You still smell like you... I'd be disappointed if you didn't." she says with relief in her voice. I stroke her nose since that is basically all I can do from here.
- "Kiss me..." I whisper. It's more of a whish than a request. Perhaps that's why I couldn't say it properly. I don't really dare to think what a kiss would be like at this difference in size, but I don't have to wait long to find out. She heard me and I find myself looking at her puckered lips. To her it must have been the tinest kiss she could muster, but to me it still is a giant kiss. My face disappears between her lips. It's wet but not horribly wet. I try to kiss her back but I'm not sure where to begin so I lick her upper lip.
- "That tickles!" she giggles and I get drenched in her breath. My hair moves in the artificial wind she created, and she must have found that funny because she blows another gentle gust my way. I throw my hair around like in a schampoo comercial, and she giggles again. I really love her smile... I love her all in all. How else could you let someone do this to you if you didn't love them? And she surely must love me, the way she holds me steady as a rock.
- "Kiss me again?" I say a bit louder this time, but I point to my other lips. She isn't late to respond. I sense that she is trying to be gentle, but if you tell an elephant to step lightly you'd have to be a fool to expect it to walk with the impact of a cotton ball. But I don't mind the way her lips force my legs apart. They embrace my lower body like nothing I've experienced before. It's warm and I feel the way her lips tense when she puckers up, and then relax as she opens them ever so slightly. I hear her tounge working in her mouth. She tries to go slowly, but even just the tip of her tounge covers my groin completely. She licks gently and it feels like someone is massaging me with the palms of their hands. She presses me hard and works me up and down. It's wet and it's wonderful and it's working for me, but it's not going to bring me all the way. We usually communicate by tapping our fingers on eachother if our mouths are busy, and I try punching my hand in her palm three times quickly. It worked, her tounge changes it's pattern. Instead of just plain up and down she punches her tounge between her lips at me. It feels like I'm riding a slippery horse for lack of better words. It's just like something I've never experienced before but at the same time it's very familiar. Her scent, her tounge and the feelings bubbling inside me are all too familiar. The playing field changed but she still knows the rules of the game and she scores. She brings me right to the goal and then some. I feel myself squirt, which I've never done with her before, and she must really like the taste of my juices because she keeps going. I have to tell her to stop because my body can't take more orgasm right now. She gets a bit excited when she stops herself and manages to lick my entire upper body covering me in her saliva.
- "Should I get you a towel?" she laughs as she looks at me, looking like a wet dog.