“So you’re telling me that the new Halloween movies are sequels to the first two, but not sequels to the other ones?” Steven asked the girl sitting across from him.

Cheri considered her answer a moment, chewing on her soda straw, “Yeah, there are like a bunch of continuities, it’s silly, like how much plot do you need for a movie about a guy who chases people with a knife?”

“I know right?” Steven laughed. He steeled himself a moment, “I really like talking to you Cheri,” he said, “do you want to maybe… go out sometime?”

“I don’t date white boys,” Cheri said, sipping her soda. She saw his reaction and gave Steven an apologetic look, “sorry… it's not because I don't like you, I swear, it's just... hard to explain.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, the two of them were almost alone in the deserted mall food court, he worked the pizza stand, and she worked the pretzel kiosk, and they would take their final break of the evening before closing at the same time every night. The two of them were in similar social circles all through school, and were both whiling away the summer working at the mall before going to college. The pair had fallen into this strange pre-closing ritual, taking the final break of the evening in the quiet solitude of a dying mall with one another. 

“Are you sure?” he asked nervously, “I mean… I’ve never clicked with a girl like I do with you Cheri,” he said, trying not to seem desperate, “we like the same music, the same movies, I feel like I can just talk to you, do you know how hard it is to find that in a girl?”

She raised an eyebrow and giggled, “come on, you’ve had girlfriends before, and not ones like me.”

It was true, most of his girlfriends had been perky blonde types, a stark contrast to Cheri’s own dark brown skin and curled hair worn in long braids. She wasn’t a waif either, with a plump bottom and large breasts that strained against her work uniform. It was a physique that was increasingly filling his fantasies…

“I-I really like you,” he stammered, “I wasn’t ever serious about those other girls but… I think I could be with you.”

Cheri bit her lip and took another sip of her soda to buy time for a response. Steven was a good-looking boy, that was for sure, he’d played soccer in school, and had a body that she wouldn’t have minded running her hands over if given the opportunity… he’d had abs under that shirt the few times she’d seen him without it, and they were still there, she was sure of it.

At the same time…

“I like you too,” she said, rubbing her temples, “but it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why not?” he asked eagerly, “d-do you think your parents would be upset?”

She rolled her eyes, “no,” she sighed.

“Social fallout? Seriously I’ll knock out anyone who says anything bad about us dating!”

“I really doubt anyone we’re friends with would have an issue,” she giggled.

He was quiet a moment, “is it… a size thing?”

She burst out laughing, “yeah kind of,” she saw his crestfallen look and sighed, “no not like that, I uh…” she fought an embarrassed laugh, “when you lost your trunks swimming at the public pool last summer… I got a look, the equipment looked satisfactory, okay?” He stared at her, and she rolled her eyes, “if it really matters, you’re probably the biggest guy I’ve seen down there, happy?”

He tried to hide his sigh of relief, “what is it then?” he asked, exasperated, “come on Cheri, just let me take you out to dinner or something! What’s really keeping us apart?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said.

“Try me,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I’m cursed,” she said flatly.

He raised an eyebrow, “cursed?”

“Sort of,” she said quietly, looking around with a conspiratorial look in her eye, “this can’t leave this table, okay?”

“Your secret is safe with me, shoot,” he said, leaning across the table.

“Every time a white boy touches me, he shrinks,” she said in a low voice.

Steven blinked, “he-“

“Shrinks,” she said with a smirk, “gets tiny, dwindles away,” she flourished her hand dramatically.

Steven leaned back, giving her a confused look, why’s she messing with me like this? He wondered; it was such a weird thing to say… I’ll play along, he decided, crossing his arms.

“So what’s the cutoff for white?” he asked, “seems a little arbitrary for a curse, doesn’t it?” he nodded to another concession worker on the far end of the food court, their mutual friend Darnell, who was closing up his own kiosk to go home, “Darnell’s dad is white, but his mom is black, does he shrink if he touches you?”

Cheri just shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s not like I go around kissing white boys to see which ones shrink and which ones don’t, I mean it’s a mystical curse it doesn’t come with a 23 and Me guide to explain what it means by “white,” okay?”

“And how did you get this curse anyway?” he asked, amused. The whole conversation was absurd, but he was starting to enjoy it a little.

“When I was sixteen I got a fortune cookie,” she explained, “and it said ‘your touch shall belittle white men,’ ever since then if I make skin contact with a white boy it’s just… boom, tiny.”

“A fortune cookie,” Steven laughed, “like from a normal Chinese restaurant?”

“Yeah, I went back and yelled at the manager, but he swore he didn’t know anything,” Cheri huffed angrily, “I opened up every single cookie he had and none of them were unusual or did anything magical, so I guess I just got screwed by a warlock or something.”

“Yeah, maybe the little dragon from Mulan did it,” he sighed, “anyway… I really do like you Cheri, thanks for the laugh, if you ever change your mind-“

“You don’t believe me?” she asked, a little annoyed.

He rolled his eyes, “Cheri, you claim you can’t date me because an evil fortune cookie made it so your touch shrinks white men, it’s a funny way to reject a guy, but now you’re just starting to rub it in and it’s just mean.”

“I’m not being mean, I’m dead serious! This is why I can’t date you!” she said, exasperated.

“Whatever,” he muttered, standing up.

She groaned in annoyance and stood up too, cutting him off before he could head back to the pizza counter, “Kiss me,” she ordered, standing in front of him.

He blinked and looked down at her, “what!?” he rasped.

“I said kiss me,” she said, looking up at him, “then you’ll know I’m not lying.”

“Cheri this is really weird,” he stammered, “you just told me-“

“Do it,” she grinned, “come on, you’re not scared are you?” she licked her luscious lips invitingly.

He hesitated a moment, looking down at her, there’s no way that story of hers was true, he thought, trying to regain control of the situation, cursed fortune cookies? Shrinking? She was about a head shorter than him, and now she was teasingly making kissing faces at him. He scowled, he’d never had a girl throw him off like this, but that was also part of why he wanted Cheri so badly… He glanced around the food court. It was a weeknight, and the mall was mostly dead. There was a single elderly customer reading a book on the far end, and the rest of the food clerks were wrapping things up for the night.

Fuck it.

He swept Cheri up, cupping her ample bottom and giving it a rough squeeze that caused her to squeal in surprise just as he brought his mouth down on hers. Her hands came up around his neck as he hugged her close, his tongue entering her mouth as they shared a passionate kiss. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation for a moment, before parting.

He blinked, “w-wha-“

Cheri was now standing level with him, giggling slightly as her dark brown eyes stared directly into his. He felt his heartbeat pick up, and he glanced down, hoping to see that she was on her tiptoes, or a box, heeled shoes, anything… but she was standing straight up, wearing the usual black tennis shoes she always wore to work. As he slowly looked back up at her he realized his clothes were a little looser too, and his own shoes suddenly had a little extra room in the toes.

“Cheri,” he gasped, a little afraid, “what is this?”

“I tried to tell you,” she said, rolling her eyes, “see? I’m not lying, I shrink white boys, that little kiss just cost you a foot.”

“This is impossible,” he breathed.

“No, this is happening,” she said, her voice growing serious, “and who’s to say I won’t pull you in for another little smooch?” He gulped as she tugged at him slightly, her arms still around his back. He resisted slightly, but she was stronger now, or rather he was weaker, smaller. “You’re a good kisser Steven,” she teased, “want another one?” She giggled at his sudden fear as she released him, causing him to almost stumble back over his now much looser pants.

“Is this permanent!?” he asked, looking at his hands poking out of loose sleeves.

“No, it wears off after a day or so,” she said, waving dismissively, “and besides, I left you plenty of height to finish your shift…” She put her hands on her hips, “believe me now?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, taking a breath to steady himself, “this is… this is insane!”

“I know right?” she laughed. She gave him a weak smile, “it’s too bad, you really were a good kisser…”

Steven looked at Cheri a moment, his mouth dry as he considered the implications. He was shorter, no doubt about it, no not just shorter, smaller, and Cheri’s ample bust loomed closer and larger to him as he fought the urge to stare at it. A part of him wasn’t finding this… reduction, to be an entirely negative thing, and he couldn’t help but imagine Cheri’s round bottom coming down on his face at his new size…

And then there was Cheri herself, he wanted her as a girlfriend, he had for too long now, how many other girls are going to laugh at your stupid jokes? He asked himself, girls that know the original lineup of your favorite bands, who will be willing to go see some dumbass slasher flick with you on Halloween? Figure out a way around this!

“What if,” he started, catching her attention, “w-what if… this whole shrinking thing, wasn’t a dealbreaker?”

Cheri paused, lifting an eyebrow, “just as a warning, it shrinks you a lot more than that…”

“How much?” he asked nervously.

Cheri just shrugged, “I’ve never had a white guy stick around after getting to shoulder height, I really don’t know.”

Steven swallowed nervously, “I-I don’t care, let’s find out together!”

Cheri’s eyes went wide, and she fought a laugh, “wow, adventurous, aren’t we?” She chewed her lip a moment, “fine, I’m parked in Lot E, meet me by my car after your shift and we’ll… hang out,” she punctuated the sentence with a wink that made Steven nervous, but his confidence returned as he watched her swaying bottom as she walked away.

…

Steven struggled to hold his now too-large pants up as he walked through the empty parking lot. There were a handful of other cars still at the mall this late, mostly those of the other employees. Cheri’s black sedan was in the middle of a large empty field of spaces, and she was leaning against it, smiling at him as he approached.

“Hey Stevie,” she giggled, walking around and opening the door for him.

“So uh,” he stammered, “here I am!”

“You’re so nervous,” she giggled, starting the car, “I thought you had a lot of girlfriends Steven?” she playfully reached over and squeezed his thigh, and he was suddenly thankful for the fabric of his pants keeping her skin from his.

“You’re different than them,” he chuckled nervously.

“What, am I your first black girl?” she teased, “poor nervous little white boy, quaking at the thought of tasting chocolate?”

He rolled his eyes, “tasting chocolate? Seriously?”

She tried giving him her best seductive look, but a snort, and then a laugh escaped her, and he joined her seconds later. For a minute they were back in the food court, just sharing the same stupid jokes over their break that they always did. It took them both a minute to calm down, and they grinned at each other as the laughter subsided.

They were quiet for a few minutes, the mutual nervousness creeping back in as Cheri drove. Steven glanced out the window and saw that they were entering a neighborhood, and soon they were pulling into the driveway of a normal looking suburban house, the windows dark.

“Well, here’s my place,” she said, opening the door and inviting him up to the door.

“Oh, well I guess it would be cool to meet your parents,” he said awkwardly.

She smirked, “they’re away on a cruise for the next week, all included I think…”

“Oh,” he said nervously. He followed her inside, his heart pounding, get it together, he told himself, this isn’t the first time you’ve been alone with a girl, or to a girl’s house, or- he swore under his breathe, trying to steel his nerves, none of those girls were preparation for Cheri, and as she beckoned him to join her on the couch, she gave him an almost predatory smile that suggested she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Come on,” she said, “I don’t bite…”

He breathed out slowly and sat down next to her, and she giggled, reaching over to embrace and kiss him, like she had before. He held her in response, his hands drifting low and squeezing her ass. A moment later she’d pushed him down, and was pinning him against the couch cushions as her massive tongue invaded his mouth, a reversal of their kiss from before as her hands wandered his body, occasionally squeezing and pinching anything that caught her interest as he struggled beneath her bulk.

She parted from him, panting in a mix of excitement and arousal as she looked down at him, eyes wide and braided black hair tumbling down her shoulders. He gasped as he took her in, she was enormous, looming over him at over twice his size, and he realized that his clothing was laying around him, loose like a robe or a blanket as his size slipped away.

“You can’t take many more of my kisses white boy,” she teased, “you’re getting so small…” she ran hand over his head, giggling as she stroked his cheek. He started as he realized even that small touch was making him smaller, and he felt his clothing slide against his skin as his body retracted further up into his shirt. She smirked, “we can stop here if you want…”

“No,” he rasped, “let’s keep going!”

It was like throwing a match to gasoline, and Cheri laughed as her hands scooped under his puddled shirt, pulling his tiny body up into her massive breasts and burying his head against her shirt. He felt the heavenly soft flesh on the other side of the fabric, the warmth inviting his face in, and for a moment all was right with the world as he let the enormous goddess smother him.

He grunted in surprise as she dropped him, causing his dwindling body to bounce slightly on the cushion. He didn’t even stretch all the way across it now, and he was too small to resist as Cheri reached down, pulling his shirt up and over him easily. Her other hand came down for his pants and boxers, garments he’d already shrank out of, and she casually tossed it all into the corner of the room, leaving him naked before the ebony goddess leering down at him.

“So I have to ask,” she drawled, slowly slipping her own pants down, “do I have the best ass of any girl you’ve been with?” She teasingly turned as she kicked her jeans away, revealing a bottom clad with a bright yellow pair of panties that stretched precariously over her ample backside. She playfully slapped one cheek, causing a ripple through the round orb that all but hypnotized the tiny man waiting on her couch.

“Definitely,” he said without hesitation.

“It’s not too big?” she asked, grinning as she already knew the answer.

“Hell no,” he said, awestruck as he watched her squeeze it, taunting him with the ebony cheeks looming overhead.

“You’re already pretty small,” she mused, looking back at him, “I think if I drove you home now, you’d need a carseat… Would you be willing to give up even more of that little bit of size you’ve got left for a chance to touch it?”

“Absolutely,” he said, eagerly sitting up, arms outstretched.

“Oh no you don’t,” she laughed.

His eyes widened as the enormous bottom overhead began to descend, instead of him reaching up for it, it was now racing down to him, and he barely had time to cry out in surprise before an ass bigger than he was slammed into him, smushing him into the couch cushions.

“Ahh… nice to get off my feet,” Cheri laughed, grinding her ass against the cushion, and the tiny white boy on top of it. She could feel him getting smaller as her cheeks made contact with him.

Steven could feel himself shrinking, and he fought for breath as the bottom pinning him grew bigger, heavier, crushing the air from his lungs as he thrashed underneath the soft skin. Finally, he shrank enough that he was only in contact with her bright yellow panties, the thin fabric a lifesaving shield against further diminishment.

He gasped for breath as Cheri stood up, and she couldn’t help but give him a smug grin as she saw what her ample booty had done to him. He was the size of an action figure now, no longer a big strong man, but a little toy for her to play with.

“I’ve never made a little white boy this little before,” she said in a sultry voice as she pulled her shirt over her head. He watched as she tossed the circus tent sized fabric across the room, letting it land with his other clothes with a *thump* that echoed across the plain her living room had become. She reached her hand behind her back, and he was spellbound as she slowly unhooked her bra. It was tossed away with the rest, revealing a pair of massive breasts capped off with dark nipples that bounced free, each one big enough to crush him like a boulder.

“You’re beautiful,” he almost whispered, “l-like a queen!”

“I always thought that whole ‘black queen’ thing was kind of cringy,” Cheri laughed, lifting her foot up over the couch cushion, “but now? With you at doll size?” he grunted as she leaned over, pinning him to the couch cushion with her sole, “yeah, I think I can get into it. Kiss my foot white boy!”

He grimaced, she’d been working all afternoon and evening, and her feet had an almost grimy feel to them and a ripe musky smell to match. He tried to force the massive toes off him, but her sole just scrunched against him playfully as she ground it back and forth, driving home how helpless he was beneath her feet.

“I said kiss your queen’s feet!” she giggled, “come on, the longer you wait the longer that foot’s going to pin you, and the smaller you’re going to get!”

He quickly leaned over, planting a feeble kiss on her big toe, which was rapidly growing larger than his head as the contact shrank him further. He coughed, making sure to exaggerate his disgust as she looked down at him with a frown.

“Aww, don’t like the smell of my feet?” she teased, “I can feel that stiffy against my foot Steven.”

He went red, “y-yeah, you got me.”

“Someday, when you’re a bit bigger, you’ll have to give me a proper foot rub…” she thought, giggling at the idea of his fingers working her soles, each motion shrinking him further while she sighed and relaxed…

She lifted her foot off him, revealing his tiny body, erection and all, as she knelt down. She couldn’t help but grin, looking at the tiny size Steven had been reduced to simply by touching her, he wasn’t even a doll anymore, she doubted she’d have come up to a Barbie’s waist. Slowly she cupped her hands under his body, lifting him towards her luscious lips.

“What are you-“ he asked, but she just silenced him.

“Shhh…” she said, bringing him close to her as he began to dwindle in her hands, “this has to be done quick, you don’t have much time left.”

He gritted his teeth, stifling a gasp as pillowy lips thicker than his legs closed around his cock, slowly sliding up and down on him. He thrashed, or tried to, her thumbs came around and easily pinned his tiny arms as she sucked him off, racing against time as he shrank against her palms. He didn’t last long, and Cheri won the race against his dwindling size as he cried out in pleasure, bucking his hips against her as she slurped away the tiny amount of cum the shrunken man sprayed into her eager mouth.

“Yum,” she laughed, pulling away from him.

Steven just panted, laying in her soft palm as he recovered from the most powerful orgasm of his life. He glanced up slightly, looking at the pillars of her curled fingers. Each of the tanned digits was as tall as a building to him, wavering slightly as Cheri cradled him.

He frowned as he realized they weren’t getting any bigger, “I think it stopped,” he shouted, hoping to be heard by the goddess overhead.

“Yeah,” she agreed, leaning in curiously, “I think you’ve hit the ceiling… or the basement I guess, you can’t get any smaller than that.” She reached down to poke at him, her fingertip rolling the tiny man across her hand teasingly.

“H-Hey, quit it!” he laughed.

“You’re like a little pillbug,” she said, amazed.

“How long did you say this takes to wear off?” he shouted up at her.

She sighed, “I’m sorry Steven,” she began, pinching him between her fingers.

“Sorry for what?” he grunted, his legs flailing as he was lifted off her hand.

“There’s only one way to lift the curse,” she said mournfully, “I have to eat a shrunken white boy.” Her mouth opened, the luscious lips parting as he was dangled over the chasm of her throat.

Steven’s heart raced, and he imagined himself flailing as he fell through the air, landing on that soft pink tongue. He’d stick to it easily at this size, and she’d laugh as she slowly curled it into her mouth, one little *gulp* and he’d be gone…

Then his mind caught up to his senses and he grinned, “bullshit!” he shouted.

Cheri burst into laughter, “had you going though, didn’t I?”

“Just for a second,” he admitted, “so uh… seriously, how long am I a bug?”

“Probably until tomorrow,” she said, “but for tonight, I’m going to keep you someplace safe, where I know you won’t get into trouble…”

Her pinched fingers came down low, and her free hand pulled her bright yellow panties away from her dark skin. Steven had just enough time to take in the curled forest of black pubic hair waiting to greet him before he was released, tumbling through the air. It was a soft landing, the wiry hair seemed to wrap around him, tangling him as the smell of her womanhood filled his nostrils. The light began to fade as she let her waistband go back against her skin, and she playfully patted her crotch, jostling his position and causing him to fall further into the dark prison of her underwear.

With a sigh Cheri collapsed against the couch, casually rubbing the front of her yellow panties and enjoying the thought of her tiny white boy trapped in there, safe and sound.

…

Steven blinked as the sun filtered in through the blinds. He sat up, realizing he was in a bed, and not his. Judging by the girly pink covers and the familiar looking outfits hanging in the open closet, this was Cheri’s bedroom. His suspicions were confirmed when she walked in the door, dressed in pink full body pajamas and carrying a breakfast tray with eggs and bacon.

“Morning sunshine,” she giggled, setting the tray in front of him.

“Good morning,” he said, still stunned as he mentally replayed the previous night, “you made me breakfast?”

She shrugged, “I figured you’re my boyfriend now, so I’ll treat you.”

“Boyfriend,” he said, letting the word roll off his tongue.

“Unless the whole being bug sized thing scared you off?” she asked, a little hesitant.

“Hell no,” he laughed, reaching for the bacon and taking a bite.

“Sooo…” she said slowly, “I’ve been doing some internet searches on removing curses… and there’s a lady upstate who says she’s a witch, she could even take it off me for a few hundred bucks.”

He paused, looking at her a moment, then swallowed his bacon, “I think,” he said slowly, “that maybe we could put off getting rid of it?”

She beamed excitedly, “oh? Did you like being my little white boy Steven?”

“Yes Queen,” he said eagerly.

She scowled, “that queen stuff is still… weird, at least when you’re full sized.” She grinned as she crawled towards him over the bed, “but if we make you a little smaller maybe I’ll like the sound of it better.”

Steven just grinned, pushing the breakfast tray away as his soon to be towering girlfriend advanced on him.