Thursday morning came much too soon for Justin. His stomach was in knots and his mind wouldn't stop thinking about his—dream? Nightmare? He wasn't sure. Justin tried to reassure himself that only trained professionals were allowed to be regular-sized inside Micropolis—and even then only to deliver goods! Still, he wondered if he would ever get to see Natasha like that for real? Would he want to? Sunlight flooded into the room and with no answers, Justin reluctantly rolled out of bed.

Justin didn't feel all that different from when he was 6' tall. He wondered how much he had shrank overnight and checked his height: 5'7". He sighed with relief, at least he was still taller than Natasha for now. He looked in the mirror and his tired eyes gazed back at him. He was definitely going to need some coffee.

Upon entering the kitchen, Justin reached for the light… and missed. His muscle memory failed to adjust to his new stature. That was the first in a series of annoyances that would interrupt his morning routine. He kept his coffee mug on the top shelf—never a problem before, but today he had to stand on his toes and stretch to reach it. As he got dressed he noticed the slight bagginess of his clothes and hoped his current wardrobe would last him through Friday.

When he got to work, Justin quickly found another inconvenience—nothing was quite right with his desk. Everything had been perfectly adjusted for his old height over years of tweaking it. Annoyed, Justin adjusted what he could quickly and got back to finishing his remaining work for the week.

The rest of the morning went about the same—little inconveniences and annoyances. After a few hours, he couldn't take it anymore. Frustrated, Justin decided to pay a visit to the water cooler to get away from his desk and clear his head. Of course, merely 10 feet away from the water cooler—he tripped on his slightly-too-big shoes.

Justin hit his fist against the ground in anger. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then finally rolled onto his back with a dejected sigh. He lay there for a moment, letting himself calm down.

"How's the weather down there, shorty?" giggled a familiar voice.

Justin turned his head to see Natasha towering over him. Suddenly, flashbacks from last night's dream raced through his mind. His heart raced with fear. Natasha wore tight black yoga pants with a loose-fitting blouse. His gaze instinctively wandered between her legs where he had met his end for her pleasure in the dream.

"Hello? Earth to Justin." she waved her hands in front of his face, with visible concern. "Are you okay?"

"S-sorry. I… didn't get much sleep last night." He shook the remnants of the dream from his mind again, moving to a sitting position.

"You don't look tired… you looked terrified." she mused, "Is big, strong Justin afraid of little ol' me?" she teased, helping him stand up.

Justin stood and was surprised to find himself still looking up at Natasha—although just barely. "What the--?" he started, trying to puzzle out what had happened. "I was 5'7" this morning, there's no way I've shrunk that much already!" he was freaking out. Was the device shrinking him too fast?

"Calm down, tiger. Look at my shoes." Natasha pointed to her feet. She was wearing the heels she affectionately called her 'stripper heels.' They were platform heels that gave her an extra 6" of height. Her regular 5'2" stature plus another 6" boost from her shoes brought her just barely taller than Justin.

Justin was relieved, "I'll admit you got me good." he finally laughed.

"The look on your face is priceless!" she giggled, "Totally worth the pain of wearing these today! Anyways, I gotta run. See you at lunch? I've got something I want to show you."

"Sure thing," Justin said before they parted ways.

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"So what was it you wanted to show me?" Justin asked once they had sat down after getting their food.

Natasha's eyes lit up, "Okay, so I was looking through my old jewelry and found a piece I think you might really like." she grabbed the necklace she was wearing and held it up so he could see it. Affixed to a thin gold chain was a small gold bird cage.

"That's uh cool I guess?" Justin said, not really sure where she was going with this.

"I measured it." she smiled coyly, "Once fully shrunk, you'd fit inside!" she said with a sultry whisper. She paused for a moment, letting Justin process what she said.

"What if you didn't go to Micropolis on Saturday? Instead, I could come over and spend the day with you and watch you shrink smaller… and smaller. Until you fit inside this necklace. Then I'd bring you home with me. I'd care for you… Play with you… and every day I'd bring you to work in this tiny little cage and no one would ever know." she gently dropped the necklace between her breasts and squeezed them together. "I think you might like the view." she winked.

Justin could feel the heat rising to his face. He went beet red his eyes locked on the necklace lodged in her petite cleavage. "I… uhh…" is all he could stammer.

"You're actually thinking about it!" Natasha giggled, "Nothing quite like the power of boobs to convince a man of anything." she laughed again, emphasizing with another squeeze of her chest.

Justin put his hands up in the air in defeat, "You've got me. My only weakness." he laughed, "Even if they're as small as yours." he teased back.

This time, Natasha got flustered. "Well—I… uhh…" she paused to compose herself, "Not for long! By Saturday they'll be the biggest you've ever seen!" she finally said, just loud enough that a few people nearby overheard and looked there way.

"Besides…" she said quietly, "You should be careful what you say to someone that'll be so much bigger than you." she picked up a grape from her plate. "Even this will be bigger than you." she smiled devilishly, then swallowed it whole.

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Throughout the rest of the day, Natasha made it a point to distract Justin. During a meeting, she made eye contact with him and casually played with her necklace with a coy smile. She even popped the necklace into her mouth and used her tongue to play with it, causing an audible reaction from Justin. The other meeting attendees simply gave the pair a confused look before continuing.

Despite Natasha's distractions and the inconveniences of suddenly being 6" shorter than normal, he managed to finish his work. Tomorrow would be filled with goodbyes and well-wishes from his coworkers, they had even planned a going away party for him.

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Justin awoke on Friday at 5'2". He quickly realized his regular office clothes wouldn't work for today. Instead, he opted for sweatpants and a t-shirt. When he arrived at work, Natasha was waiting for him at his desk. She was positively thrilled to finally be taller than her once towering coworker—even in flats.

He spent the rest of the day paying a visit to all of his coworkers to say goodbye. News had traveled fast, and most of them had already heard he was leaving. Despite this many were surprised to see their 6' tall colleague only standing at 5'2".

After lunch, they threw a going away party for him. The cake read, "We'll miss you, Tiny Justin" and was adorned with a single 1:200 scale person.

Obviously, Natasha ordered the cake. He laughed to himself.

His friends and colleagues shared their favorite moments working with him, then followed up with a mix of "congratulations" and "we'll miss you".

As the party died down, Natasha approached him. "You know, I've been thinking." she started "Your shrinking pretty fast." she turned to look him directly in the eyes. "I think you've shrank at least two more inches since this morning. Are you sure you'll be able to drive tomorrow? I'd be happy to help." she smiled sincerely.

"I'll be good. According to the person who gave me the shrinking kit I should be good to drive tomorrow morning. Provided I get there by 9 am." he laughed.

Natasha looked to the ground with a pout, "Okay, but if you change your mind—you have my number." she smiled. "So I guess this is it. I won't see you again until you're smaller than the width of my pinky." she giggled. "Seriously though, don't forget to video call me once you're settled in!"

"Don't worry, I will!" he smiled "I'm really going to miss all of our office banter." he winked and then gave the taller woman a hug.

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That night Justin sat in his apartment, enjoying his last night in it. Tomorrow morning he would be officially moving to Micropolis. The shrinking process required a saturation of chemicals mixed with radiation. Sadly this made the process unusable on most objects, but luckily anything inside the body already would shrink with the person. However, this meant he couldn't take any of his things with him. He had sold off everything but the necessities to get through this week and tomorrow someone from Micro Cities, inc. would come to collect his remaining things to sell and clean out his apartment for him.

He took a sip of his last beer—which was hitting him much harder than usual. He wondered if it was his new size or perhaps the mix of shrinking chemicals. In any case, it didn't matter as he'd be going to bed soon.

Justin's daydream was suddenly interrupted. The shrinking device on his forearm began to beep and was flashing red.

"What the--" he said to himself, jumping out of his seat.

That can't be good. He thought as he sprang into action and grabbed the pamphlet provided with his armband. He quickly thumbed through the pages to find an explanation for the mysterious warning.

Note: Once the shrinking device begins to beep and the LEDs flash red, please report to Micro Cities, inc. within 1 hour for your safety.

This doesn't make any sense. He thought to himself. They said I'd easily make it as long as I arrived before 10:00 am tomorrow…

A piece of loose paper slipped from the instruction manual. It included details specific to him. He started to read the document:

Step 1: Follow the included instructions to attach the armband at 6:00 am on Wednesday.

The color drained from Justin's face. He had put his armband on at around 6:00 pm on Tuesday. He was shrinking 12 hours ahead of schedule.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Justin cursed. What was he going to do? How would he get across town? He's 12 hours ahead and day 4 is the biggest shrinking day he would literally be losing inches by the minute soon.

A text message interrupted Justin's freak-out. It was from Natasha: 'Don't forget to call me when you get to your new home!' the message ended with a heart emoji.

Reluctantly, Justin picked up the phone and called Natasha.

"Hey Natasha," Justin started cautiously. "Are you still up for picking me up tomorrow?"

"Of course!" she said with glee. "Why the change of heart?"

"Well… I'm uhh shrinking just ahead of schedule." he reluctantly admitted.

Natasha laughed loudly, "How much ahead of schedule?"

"About… 12 hours."

"Wait… that means you'll be shrinking like really fast, right?" she asked.

Justin paused for a moment then finally admitted, "Yeah."

Natasha squealed with excitement. "I can't wait! I'll see you at 8!"

After getting off the phone, Justin measured himself again—a mere 4'4". He could tell he had lost several inches in just a few hours since the device went off. His phone was nearing the size of a tablet to him and his clothes did little but hang off of him. Now that the shrinking speed had increased he could feel his body steadily compressing. The sensation was uncomfortable, like butterflies in his stomach. Still, despite this, he managed to fall asleep eventually.

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Justin awoke in a panic. How much had he shrunk overnight? He looked around the room—everything was nearly twice as big! He attempted to roll out of bed as he always did, but found himself trapped by his enormous pajama shirt. He looked at the clock and realized Natasha would be here in less than an hour. Justin was suddenly inspired by his early college days and quickly fashioned a toga out of the garment.

Next, he looked over the edge of his bed, the floor was so much further away now. He cautiously climbed down the side and rushed toward his bedroom door. The door handle hung just barely above his head. Panic set in again—was he even tall enough to unlock the front door? He quickly turned the large handle and pulled the massive bedroom door open.

Justin bolted to his front door and reached for the deadbolt—he could touch the bottom of it with his fingers, but couldn't properly turn it. He looked further up to the chain lock and realized he had no chance of reaching that—he would need to find something to climb on.

First, he attempted to drag a chair from the kitchen, but the sturdy wooden seat proved far heavier than he thought. Instead, he ran around the apartment and gathered books, boxes, and anything else he could lift and piled them in front of the door.

There was a knock at the door as Justin put the finishing touches on the pile. "Justin? It's me!" Natasha's voice called to him through the door.

"Just a minute!" he yelled, desperately climbing as fast as he could. He unlocked the deadbolt and Natasha immediately pushed the door open, but the chain lock stopped her from opening it all the way.

The partially opened door knocked Justin's precariously stacked pile of stuff over. Justin instantly jumped to stand on the doorknob as the pile of stuff fell over and collapsed. He gripped the chain lock and pressed his body against the door to keep his balance.

"Ugh, unlock the door already. I wanna see you," she said closing the door again. Justin immediately got to work unlocking the chain lock then held onto the door as tightly as he could.

Natasha burst through the door. Her eyes scanned the room and saw no sign of him. "Justin?" she said, confused.

"Here." he sheepishly replied, clinging to the door.

Natasha peeked behind the door and immediately burst into laughter. "No way!" she giggled, "No wonder you took so long, you couldn't even reach the locks!"

"Ha-ha. Very funny," he said sarcastically. "Now can you help me out? It's a long way down for me."

She started to laugh again but managed to contain herself. Natasha grabbed Justin from atop the door handle and pulled him in for a big hug. She pressed his face against her chest and the tiny man squirmed to escape her embrace.

She giggled "Wow this is amazing. You can't even escape my hug." after a long moment of Justin struggling, she finally released him and set the shrinking man on the ground.

Natasha stood up to her full height, Justin's eyes following her upward. "This is so cool," she said, awe-stricken. "You know… you're just the right height…to help a woman out" she smiled coyly then thrust her hips toward Justin's face. That's when Justin realized Natasha's womanhood was at eye level with him. Justin stepped back but tripped over his makeshift toga.

"Are you okay?" Natasha reached down, concerned for her friend.

"Yeah," he said brushing himself off, "I don't think this shirt is gonna last me much longer if I keep shrinking like this."

Natasha thought for a moment then her eyes lit up, "I've got a spare shirt in the car! It's smaller and tighter than your shirt, so it should last until we get there." without warning, she spun about and bounced out of the room. Justin's jaw dropped as he watched her shapely ass—now eye level with him saunter away.

Moments later she returned with a bright teal workout tank top and handed it to him. "This should do the trick."

Justin accepted the shirt and noticed immediately it was damp. Curious, he brought the garment to his nose and could smell her sweat. "Why is it… wet?" he raised an eyebrow at the giant woman.

She blushed and broke eye contact, "Well… I was at the gym this morning and got all sweaty and gross. I couldn't come over like that, so I grabbed a shower and changed there."

He waited for Natasha to recognize the flaw in her logic. When he realized she wouldn't he said, "So instead of wearing it, you're going to give it to me to wear… Where I'll be completely covered by the smell of your sweat."

She blushed a deeper shade of red, "Well when you put it like that, I'll just take it back." she snatched the shirt away from him.

Justin could feel his current make-shift toga loosening, by the time they got there he'd likely be tripping over it. The smaller shirt should last him until after he'd checked in. "No wait! It's fine, really I'll take it."

Natasha looked at the smaller man and raised an eyebrow. She noticed the slipping toga and decided to tease him, "Say 'please'!"

"Natasha! We don't have time for this." He said, reaching for the shirt. She easily pushed his hands away and dangled the shirt over his head.

"C'mon say 'Natasha, please let me wear your gym shirt.'" she giggled at his futile efforts to reach for the shirt several inches out of reach.

Still shrinking, Justin gave in, "Natasha, please let me wear your gym shirt." he sighed dejectedly.

"Okay." she dropped the shirt on top of him, then turned to leave, "Meet me in the car after you've changed!" she chuckled as Justin pulled her enormous shirt off of him.

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Justin sat in the passenger seat covered in Natasha's inescapable musk. He tried to look out the window to distract himself but was too small to see anything meaningful. He stared at the interior of the car, feeling the world around him expand and grow larger little by little.

"We're here!" Natasha turned to her shrunken passenger with a smile, then hopped out of the car.

Justin reached to unbuckle his seatbelt but struggled to push the release mechanism. After struggling for a few minutes he called out, "Natasha! I uh… need some help here!" hoping she'd hear him from inside the car.

A few moments later the car door swung open and Natasha leaned in, "What's taking so long?" she looked down at Justin and saw him struggling with his seat belt.

"Here let me help you with that," she said with a chuckle. She leaned in, her breasts dangerously close to Justin's face, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Thanks," Justin said, embarrassed. He then hopped out of the car and found he was at eye level with the lower half of Natasha's toned thighs.

"Oh my god!" Natasha's heart quickened with excitement, "You're shrinking fast!" In a short 30-minute drive he had lost at least 4".

"Uhh… yeah! I told you I'd be shrinking a lot." he tried to make eye contact with the mini-giantess, but found himself awkwardly lookup up at her womanhood. "Can we go inside before I get too small?"

"Oh! Oh yeah," Natasha said, snapping out of her daze. She turned and started walking toward the building.

Justin had to jog to keep up with Natasha's enormous stride. His make-shift toga made from her sweaty gym attire was slipping off of him. He did his best to tighten it, but it was quickly becoming unmanageable.

Natasha turned back to see Justin had fallen behind. "C'mon shorty." she teased. When Justin caught up she simply picked up the smaller man.

"No way! I can walk!" he protested.

"Nonsense, it'll be a lot faster if I carry you," she said firmly. Justin tried to wriggle out of her grasp but was easily thwarted by the much bigger woman.

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"Welcome to Micro Cities, inc. how can I help you today?" the receptionist said with a melodic voice. The woman had tight curly black hair, light brown skin, and ruby-red lipstick. She wore a blue dress suit with a white blouse that hugged her curves. Her name tag read 'Alia'.

"Special delivery!" Natasha said.

The receptionist's honey-brown eyes went from Natasha to the tiny person she was carrying under her arms like a package. She let out a small giggle that still sounded professional, "It looks like one of our residents was a bit too excited to move in. Let me get you checked in."

Natasha set Justin down, allowing him to stand on his own two feet. He adjusted the loosening shirt once again to keep it from falling off.

"Okay, and you're all set." the receptionist said as she grabbed a package from behind her desk, then came around to hand it to Justin. She knelt down to meet him as close to eye level as possible and handed him the parcel.

"Inside you'll find a body suit. It's a special material we've designed that will shrink with you until you reach your final size. After all, we can't have you naked around all of your new neighbors!" Alia paused for a laugh, "Anyways, go ahead and get changed so we can give your friend her shirt back." she smiled professionally.

Thankful to finally get out of Natasha's sweaty clothes, Justin took the package and ran to the changing room behind the desk. He quickly dropped Natasha's shirt and slipped into the provided body suit. It was loose on him, obviously sized to fit him 12 hours ago, but a small tag on the garment began to beep. The body suit began to quickly shrink until it fit him perfectly. Relieved he wouldn't be fighting oversized clothing all the way down to Micropolis, he stepped out to say his goodbyes to Natasha.

"So do you ever get to play with the tinies?" Natasha was leaning over Alia's desk, listening intently.

She cleared her throat and averted her eyes, "No, we don't 'play' with our residents." Alia paused, "But I have visited some of our towns when one of the caregivers is out sick."

Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement, "Really? What's it like! Can you show me?"

Alia made eye contact with Justin, "I see the bodysuit adjusted perfectly!"

"Yup!" he said simply then turned to Natasha, "Thank you so much for all your help today." he offered the gym shirt up to her, which Natasha accepted. "So I guess this is goodbye—at least until I call you in a few days."

Natasha's eye's lit up with realization, "I almost forgot! I got you a housewarming gift!" she reached into her purse and pulled out a tiny package, and handed it to him. Justin opened the package and saw a 1:200 scale model couch. "I got it from a miniatures store last night."

Justin could feel himself growing emotional, "Thanks." he said as he hugged Natasha's thighs.

"Ah-hem." Alia interrupted. "You're going to have a hard time carrying that gift, especially as you approach your final height. Hand it here and I'll make sure one of the caregivers delivers it to your apartment."

Justin looked at the toy couch in his palm and realized he would soon be able to lie on that very couch when he was done shrinking. Yet another reminder that despite how much he'd already shrunk, he was still positively gigantic compared to his final height. He absentmindedly passed the gift to Alia's waiting palm.

"Thank you." Alia said, "Now it's time to go to the waiting room with the other residents. I'll walk you there." she stood up, the end of her skirt coming eye level with Justin.

"Don't forget to call me when you can!" Natasha said as she knelt down. Justin turned and the two shared a big hug.

After their embrace, Alia led him down the hallway to his future.