January – Five Feet, Eleven Inches (180cm)

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“Can you please run the test again,” Brock asked, his face pale.

The athletic high school senior shivered slightly underneath the hospital gown as a cool draft from the window touched him, though the goosebumps up his arms had little to do with the cold. The woman across from him in the examination room was a middle-aged woman brunette, with just a few white hairs on her head, matching her lab coat. She sighed, clasping her clipboard as she tried to think of how to affirm the diagnosis.

“I’ve run your blood three times Brock,” Doctor Ellis said finally with a sad smile, “I’m afraid that you’ve got Resizer’s.” She handed him a pamphlet and a series of printouts. He shakily opened one, ignoring the large “DON’T PANIC” written in bright yellow letters across the top of the first page. “It’s all fairly simple,” she continued, “you’re going to start shrinking in the next few days, not enough to really notice at first, but…”

“Six inches a month, right?” he asked miserably.

“As an average, yes,” Doctor Ellis explained. “You’ll continue to shrink until you reach a minimum size, and then you’ll start to regrow at the same rate… As far as we know this condition will persist for life.”

“Fuck me,” Brock moaned, “my life is over…”

Doctor Ellis sighed, “It’s not ideal,” she said slowly, “but many young men find living with it to be more… acceptable than they initially thought.”

I’m going to be spending half my life as a midget and part of it as a bug,” Brock spat angrily, “yeah, real fucking acceptable.”

Doctor Ellis’s mouth quirked slightly, “Brock,” she said slowly, “are you familiar with some of the other side effects of Resizer’s Syndrome?”

“I just know it shrinks you and it’s super rare,” he said, looking up at her, “why?”

Dr. Ellis chuckled, “Rare yes, there are less than a thousand of you suffering from it in the entire country… which is what makes it so valuable.” She paused, seeing his confused look, then continued, “people with Resizer’s syndrome have dramatically accelerated healing, more potent immune systems, and overall higher markers for health,” she explained, “pharmaceutical companies are willing to pay exorbitant amounts of money for tissue and fluid samples, particularly as you get smaller.”

He raised an eyebrow, “well, some pocket money would be nice, especially since I can’t get a job now… how much are we talking exactly?”

“Ten thousand dollars for a blood or semen sample,” Dr. Ellis said casually.

Brock’s eyes went wide, “T-Ten thousand-“

“I understand there’s some royalty potential for developed treatments as well,” she said with a shrug, “you should probably get a lawyer to look that over for you.”

“Will do,” he said, awed. “What exactly is so interesting about my blood and uh…” he gulped, “semen?”

“Resizer’s sufferers violate the laws of physics and biology as we know them in a thousand different ways,” Ellis said, “you also might be the key to new treatments for countless diseases, and then there’s the aphrodisiac effect-“

“Aphrodisiac effect?” Brock asked, cutting her off.

“Oh,” Ellis chuckled, “well, yes… I’m sure you’ll become very familiar with that, being a young man…” she cleared her throat, “you’ll put off a very potent pheromone cloud as you get smaller, it will cause women to be… interested in you.”

“Sexually?” he asked, his heart fluttering slightly, maybe this isn’t so bad…

Doctor Ellis chuckled, “among other things, yes. There’s a special suppressant deodorant I’m going to write you a prescription for. As crazy as it sounds, you’re not always going to want every woman in the room going insane for you. I recommend you wear it most days.”

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February – Five feet, four inches (163cm)

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Brock closed his locker, the throng of students in the hallway buffeting against him as they went to their own classes. Word of his diagnosis had spread throughout the school, but most seniors didn’t care much about the social scene anymore, with most either having already received college acceptance letters or focusing on job opportunities post-graduation.

“So, are you going to prom?” his friend Rick asked.

Brock sighed and turned to him, he used to be the taller of the two, but now his scrawny blond friend had a few inches on him, “I don’t know,” he replied, “I don’t want any girl to have to deal with this whole shrinking thing, by the time the dance rolls around I’m going to be like three feet tall, you know?”

“Just stop wearing your stuff for like a day,” Rick suggested, “I saw this video online that says you’ll drive ladies wild, like those old Axe commercials!”

“What website was that video on?” Brock asked with a chuckle as he hefted his books under his arm. He frowned; they were harder to keep together than they’d been even a month ago. The first height loss had been gradual, and he hadn’t really noticed it until his pants had started falling down. He was short for a guy now, though thankfully the school had arranged for him to take his graduation photo earlier in the month, when he was still at a good size for the cap and gown.

“Watch it!” a girl’s voice called as she shoved him.

He grunted, barely managing to hold his books together as someone shoved him, “Hey!” Rick shouted on his behalf.

The girl turned around, and Brock couldn’t help but gulp nervously. Julie “Juggernaut” Kennedy was the captain of the girl’s lacrosse team, and would have been a hair taller than Brock even before his Resizer’s Syndrome had kicked in. Now the fiery redhead loomed over him, and her thick thighs and toned arms suddenly seemed a lot more threatening than they had when he could look her in the eye.

“You have a problem?” she growled.

Rick seemed a little taken aback too, but held his ground, “My buddy here’s got Resizer’s, he’s getting used to… well, being shorter, so watch where you’re going!”

Julie’s face softened a moment, “Oh, uh… sorry.” She chewed her lip a moment, “Resizer’s huh? And in senior year too… that sucks.”

“I’m managing,” he said, forcing a smile.

“Well hey,” she said with a shrug, “if you ever need anything, give me a holler.” She turned to go, then paused. “By the way, I love that cologne!” she winked and headed down the hall to her own class.

“Holy shit,” Rick breathed, a smile forming on his face, “that Resizer’s magic with the girls really works!”

“It’s not supposed to really kick in until I’m smaller,” he said offhandedly, “maybe she really just felt bad for me?”

“Nah dude,” Rick laughed, “she gave Benny Richards a black eye when he tried to ask her out, she’s a maneater.”

“Benny Richards also told her she had a nice ass in the same sentence though,” Brock chuckled as they started towards their own classrooms.

“Well, he wasn’t wrong,” Rick said, nudging him playfully.

Brock didn’t respond, but just smiled. Crude as the pickup attempt had been, Benny Richards had been spot on, all the squats and running had given Julie a perfect ass.

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March – Four feet, eight inches (142cm)

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Julie caught the ball in her crosse basket, sprinting across the field with a grin as the other girls on the team moved to cover her. With a roar she brought her stick down with as much force as she could muster, sending the ball flying past the goalie and into the net.

“Fuck yeah,” she taunted, panting as she savored the moment. The cool spring air instantly chilled the sweat coating her as the adrenaline ceased, and she shivered slightly as the coach’s whistle blew.

“Nice hustle!” she shouted, “you girls are going to take state if you keep this up!”

Julie just nodded absently, she’d already been offered a scholarship to the state college an hour away, and while she’d give it her all the state championship was no longer the beacon of success it had once been. She followed the other players into a loose huddle around the coach, taking a knee as she talked about their upcoming workout routines, plays, and matches with rival schools. It went on for about twenty minutes as the girls sipped from their water bottles, and finally the coach finished and they put their hands in to cheer.

Julie sighed, walking down towards the parking lot with the mob of other girls. Most of them had their own cars, or carpooled with those that did, and so they moved as one down the raised field as practice ended.

Julie frowned, catching a familiar scent on the wind. It smelled good, and she found herself stopping on her way to her car. Other girls around her were the same, and soon they were all sniffing the air.

“I think it’s over this way!” someone shouted, and they all turned to follow her, curiosity and pack instinct taking over.

…

Brock sighed as he checked the time on his phone, Rick was supposed to pick him up half an hour ago. He’d stayed late to take a few of his exams early, before he got any smaller. The teachers and staff of the school had been remarkably accommodating, and he was thankful for the chance to get most of his academic year out of the way before he’d need a booster seat in his desk chair.

The wind blew again, and he shivered. Maybe it was his imagination, but he was finding it harder to keep warm at this size. He hugged his coat to his body, a new purchase along with all of his other smaller sized clothes.

He heard girl’s voices chattering, and he turned to see a mob of lacrosse players, still sweaty from practice, rounding the school building. He didn’t think much of it, they practiced after school almost every day after all, but then he frowned as he realized they were walking towards him.

“Holy shit,” one of the girls growled, “yeah it’s definitely over here…” her eyes went wide as they got closer to him, “it’s you!” she said with a smile. The girls all giggled as the one in front, a black girl with a toned body, strutted up to him, the rest following.

“H-Hey everyone,” Brock said nervously, “can I help you?”

“You smell really good… you’re Brock right?” another girl asked him.

“Yeah, pleased to meet all of you,” he said, watching as they began to encircle him. Soon he was looking up at a wall of grinning girls on all sides, the stale fishy smell of their drying sweat carrying on the same breeze that had brought his own scent to them.

“So you’ve got that shrinking thing?” someone asked, “cool.”

He spun, trying to place the speaker, “yeah, that’s me, the incredible shrinking senior,” he joked. His phone buzzed, and he let out a sigh of relief as he saw it was a message from Rick.

“Car is busted, can’t pick you up, sorry.”

Of all the fucking days to have car trouble, he thought miserably. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Was it just his imagination? Or had the front rank of girls gotten tighter, closing around him?

“Hey back up, give him some breathing room,” Julie laughed, pushing her way to the front and forcing herself to his side. She couldn’t help but catch a quick whiff, damn… she thought, feeling herself growing wet, that is some strong stuff…

“Hey, share the boy,” Mindy, one of the other team captains said angrily.

“Guys, he’s putting off that… stuff,” Julie laughed, “just cool it and think for a minute!”

“The pheromones,” Brock said quickly, “yeah, I’m uh… sorry if it’s messing with you guys, I have this special deodorant but I guess it doesn’t last all day…”

“That’s okay, we don’t mind,” the black girl from earlier said, giggling and leaning down slightly, “why don’t we all walk you home?”

Brock gulped, “I uh…”

“Come on, I’m giving you a ride,” Julie said, grabbing his hand and shoving through the crowd.

The girls complained loudly, protesting and breaking off to follow Julie into the parking lot, but the team captain gave them a glare. The girls paused, muttering angrily under their breaths, but they broke the pursuit, letting Julie lead Brock across the asphalt to a blue sedan her parents had bought her for college in the fall.

“Thanks,” Brock said with relief as he climbed into the car.

“Don’t mention it,” Julie said as she started the car. They sat there a moment, and her face went red, “hey uh… Brock, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me, and you’re Julie the Juggernaut,” he said with a smile.

“Great to hear my reputation precedes me,” she muttered, “but could you open the window? I’m getting a bit of a hotbox effect here from you…”

“Oh, no problem,” he said quickly, rolling the window down and letting the cool spring air in.

“That’s a little better,” Julie chuckled as they pulled into the street. The rush of air through the car cleared out the musk he was putting off enough for her to focus on driving at least. “So listen,” she said casually, “I was thinking… you and I should really hang out more.”

He gulped, “Uh, Julie, are you sure that’s not the pheromones talking-“

“Eh, I think you’re cute even without…” she gestured at him, “whatever else is going on, and you could use a girl like me around to keep the rest of the school off your back.”

“Can’t argue with that,” he said with a shrug, “don’t worry though, I’ll be sure to keep a stick of that deodorant with me next time.”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Julie giggled as she pulled up to his house. She waved as he stepped out and he returned it as he headed up to the door. She breathed out as soon as he was out of sight, just being in the car with him had felt good, and it was all she could do to keep from reaching her hand down her pants as she pulled out of the driveway.

…

April – Four feet, one inch (124cm)

…

“Two adults and uh…” Julie looked down at Brock and smirked, “one child ticket.”

He glared at her a moment, but she just giggled as the clerk at the movie theater rang them up without questioning it. He, Julie, and Rick had all decided to go to the movies together, the lacrosse captain having quickly become a regular on their social outings. Brock had to admit it was nice having her around, the rest of the lacrosse team would often shoot him flirty looks in the hallways, and were increasingly making excuses to talk to him. Julie’s presence could usually keep them… polite.

“A child’s ticket? Really?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking up at her.

“Hey, I saved you five bucks, you should thank me!” she laughed.

“Yeah, like Brock needs money,” Rick said, punching his shoulder lightly, “he’s making like ten grand a month right now.”

 Julie raised an eyebrow and he sighed and nodded, “yeah, the drug companies pay a lot of money for uh… samples of stuff from us tiny guys.”

“Damn,” Julie muttered, “why are you even going to college in the fall?”

He smiled and shrugged, “just seems like the next thing to do I guess, no student loans for me though.”

“You two go get us seats,” Julie said, “I’m going to get us snacks…” she paused and smirked down at Brock, “and since Richie rich there is paying I’m getting a large popcorn.”

“Dude, are you and Julie dating?” Rick asked as they headed towards their theater.

“I uh… don’t know,” he muttered, “she’s just been giving me a hand with stuff since I’m getting smaller.”

“Are you hypnotizing her with your shrinking musk or whatever?” Rick asked suspiciously.

“No!” he laughed, “I mean… one time she asked me to skip putting on the deodorant for a day.”

Rick smirked, “ah, gotcha, must have been fun…”

“She just wanted to hold me and uh… smell me for a little while,” he said awkwardly, “I don’t know if she really likes me like that.”

Rick stared at him a moment, “do you like her?”

“Well yeah,” Brock admitted, “she’s into action movies, she’s got the same sense of humor I do, and she’s always been there over the last month or so when I’ve needed her… and of course she’s gorgeous.”

“Okay,” Rick sighed, “I’m going to fake a reason to leave, and then you need to make your move, ask her to prom.”

“What!?” Brock exclaimed, “dude, come on you can’t do that to me!”

“You stay, I go,” Rick said, giving him a mock salute as he stood up.

“Where are you heading off to?” Julie asked, walking down the aisle with the popcorn.

“I forgot to give my cat his insulin,” Rick sighed, “I’d feel awful if anything happened, you two enjoy the movie without me.”

Julie raised an eyebrow as he left the theater, “Well, I guess it’s just us,” she said, sitting next to him with a smile.

“Prom,” he croaked, causing her to freeze.

“What?” She asked, blinking.

“Will you go to prom with me?” he managed, swallowing nervously.

A slow grin traced across Julie’s face, “you’re going to be pretty small by then… are you sure you want to go to the dance with me? I’m going to wear heels…”

He snorted, “I don’t think it’ll make a huge difference to me.”

She giggled and leaned over, surprising him with a long and forceful French kiss. He closed his eyes, letting the larger girl pin his hands down as she enjoyed herself. She broke a second later, smirking at his stunned expression. Then, as if nothing had happened, she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth and watched as the opening credits rolled on the screen in front of them.

…

May – Three feet, six inches (107cm)

…

He’s out there somewhere, Julie thought, biting her lip as the smell of Brock’s shrinking body wafted over the field. She wasn’t the only girl who could smell it, they were all flushed, glancing around, shifting uneasily on their feet. She had a sudden mental image of chasing the tiny man down, tearing his clothes off, and having her way with him again and again…

She took a breath and exhaled, forcing herself to calm down. It was a Friday, her parents were out of town, and she’d told Brock she wanted him to skip his anti-pheromone treatments for the day, she had plans for him… She stifled a giggle as she saw even their coach was fanning herself with her clipboard, looking around for the source of that delightful smell. Part of her fun included dangling him in front of the herd of lions, and she finally saw him appear at the edge of the field, nervously looking through the chain link fence as every girl on the pitch instantly noticed him.

 “All right girls, let’s call it a day,” the coach called, “one more game in the season, you’ve done me proud…”

She droned on for a few more minutes, but every girl was paying attention to the diminutive boy on the edge of the fenced field. Julie grinned, winking at him, and judging from his expression she wasn’t the only girl making such gestures.

They started to fall back, giving her jealous looks as she smirked, walking to the front of the dispersing team to claim her prize. The feeling of excitement got stronger as she got closer to the fence’s gate, rounding it and walking towards Brock.

He was eye level with her belly button now, and he gulped nervously as she loomed over him, “Thanks for skipping your stuff today,” she said in a husky voice.

“Uh… no problem,” he stammered, looking up at her.

“Want to come over and hang out?” she asked in a low voice, “we’ll have the house to ourselves…”

He swallowed nervously, “yeah,” he breathed, “that sounds great.”

Holy shit it’s happening, he thought, but his terrified thoughts were interrupted as a laughing Julie scooped him up, tossing him over her shoulder. He felt her hand squeeze his bottom, and his eyes went wide as he fought a squeak of surprise.

“You are so fucking cute,” she murmured, tossing him into the passenger seat of her car. She frowned a moment as she saw him struggling to buckle his seatbelt. “You’re going to need a carseat pretty soon,” she teased.

…

Brock grunted as he was tossed on Julie’s bed, and the mattress shook slightly, creaking as she climbed on top of him. He was pulled into another kiss briefly before she used a single hand to pin his arms over his head, slowly bringing her other down to his pants.

“I wanted to do this before you got too small,” she breathed, “let’s see what we’re working with…” she grinned as she saw his erection spring free as his underwear came down, “my my, that would probably be a pretty good size if it wasn’t for this whole shrinking problem…” she gently gripped it, causing him to gasp in surprise, “it’s still not terrible.”

“C-Come back and see it in like a year and a half when I’m at my full size,” he stammered with a grin. He was spellbound, watching as her athletic shorts, then her pink panties came down, revealing a trimmed tuft of red hair between her legs, and a womanhood already glistening with arousal.

“I might have to take you up on that,” she grinned.

Before he could reply she was climbing on top of him, causing him to grunt in surprise as her full weight bore down on him. She was already wet when her hips made contact with his, forcing him inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she cried excitedly, “it feels so good!” she grinned wickedly down at the half sized man she was riding, the pheromones released by his steadily shrinking body had increased her sensitivity, her arousal, and her aggression, and after months of holding herself in check for the sake of their budding relationship, she was finally able to let loose.

Brock could barely keep himself lucid as the towering lacrosse player put years of cardio and weight training to good use, driving him into the mattress like a hammer against an anvil. He didn’t last long, and he came with a scream, seeing stars as the titanic thighs on either side of him tightened as Julie reached her own climax.

“WHEW!” she shouted with a laugh, “that was… wow,” she collapsed onto the bed next to him, causing it to shake slightly as he lay there, stunned. “You might be half as big as you,” she giggled, her arms reaching around him and pulling him close like a stuffed animal. Her hands ruffled through his hair, and she took a deep sniff of the back of his head.

“G-Glad you had a good time,” Brock managed, still in shock.

“Just imagine all of the things we’re going to do when you’re smaller,” she giggled.

…

“Let me lead,” Julie giggled as the two slowly danced. It was comical, he was barely up to her midsection, holding onto her hands as they circled each other, unable to properly slow dance.

Brock sighed, “yeah, okay…” he’d hoped to salvage at least some normalcy for prom, but his size made him the center of attention, and while news of his condition had spread throughout the school actually seeing his diminished size, in a child sized tuxedo no less, was still enough to draw stares, smiles, and murmurs.

“Just ignore them,” Julie whispered. Without another word she swept him up, cradling him as they rocked together to the last song of the evening.

…

June – Three Feet (91cm)

…

“So are you getting a summer job?” Brock asked, lazily floating in the pool with a pair of water wings on his arms.

“Yeah, I’m working at my uncle’s landscaping business,” Rick said, “you?”

Brock laughed, “who wants to hire a guy who’s three feet and shrinking with every passing week?” he paddled through the water, “I’m just going to live off of my pharmaceutical company money.”

“Must be nice, tens of thousands of dollars for a blood sample,” Rick muttered.

“Yep,” Brock laughed.

“Hey short stuff,” Julie called, walking into the backyard where they floated, “Look out!”

Brock didn’t have time to take in the jaw dropping sight of Julie in her red bikini, she grinned and sprinted towards the pool, and leapt. The splash and the wave pushed his tiny form backwards, causing him to cough and sputter.

“Hey!” he swam as quickly as he could to the edge, but like a shark Julie swam underneath him, giggling as she lifted him out of the water.

“Gotcha!” she cried victoriously. He flailed a moment, before she grinned and hurled him back into the water, causing a small splash as his diminished body bobbed thanks to the water wings on his arms.

“Nice to see you too,” Rick said, balancing himself as the waves rocked his inflatable raft. “So, what’s the status on our boy’s accommodations for school?” he gestured at Brock, who had resurfaced again and was paddling towards them.

“I’m going to be your handler,” Julie giggled, swimming towards Brock and embracing him again.

“Handler?” Brock laughed.

“The official title is student aid or something like that,” she said dismissively, “the point is I can carry you to all of your classes and record them for you for those parts of the year when you’re going to be… well, you know.”

“Super tiny,” he sighed, “I don’t even want to think about how I’m going to take finals.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Julie said, hugging him close, “you’ve got me to look out for you!”

…

July – Two feet, four inches (71cm)

…

“We’re going to have a great view of the fireworks,” Julie said, continuing up the trail while Brock struggled behind her.

“C-Can you hold up a bit,” he panted, stopping to catch his breath. At not even two and a half feet tall, the modest hike through the nearby state park had become an overwhelming trek, and Julie looked back at him with concern as he leaned against a tree.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, “I guess the incline of the hill is a lot worse on you at that size.”

“Yeah well,” he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead, “I’m pretty sure I’m going to make it, we don’t have that much further to go, right?”

Julie hefted the backpack and bit her lip, “Tell you what, come over here a second…”

He looked at her warily, “you’re not going to-“

“Yes I’m going to pick you up,” she giggled, leaning down for him. He tried to turn and run, but she easily snatched him up, cradling him in her arms and laughing at his feeble struggles. “I don’t know why you’re so defensive about being carried,” she laughed, “you’re going to have to get used to it.”

He sighed in defeat as they neared the top of the ridge, but he had to admit that it was a nice break after hiking at his reduced size. Both he and Julie were tired and sweaty by the time they reached the overlook, but true to what she’d told him in the car, they were the only ones there.

“Sit tight,” she giggled, setting him down on a nearby rock as she opened her backpack. He watched as she laid out a blanket, and with a smirk withdrew a single bottle of cheap wine. “Swiped it from my parent’s cabinet,” she explained with a wink.

“Great, pour me a thimble full,” he joked as she stretched over the blanket.

There was a small lake below them, and while there were a few boats waiting for the fourth of July fireworks display, they were able to watch the sunset in peace.

Julie kicked her shoes off, wiggling her bare toes as she stretched on the blanket. With a flourish she removed the twist cap from the wine and took a quick gulp before handing it to him. He fumbled with the wine bottle, now half as tall as he was, and then finally looked to Julie with a frown. She giggled, then slowly lifted the bottle up, allowing him to take a quick swig before she lowered it again.

“Hey,” she said, “as a little thanks for carrying you up here, how about a foot rub?”

Brock glanced at her feet, then with a shrug walked down and took them in hand. He couldn’t help but marvel as his fingers slid over the slightly damp skin, her foot was longer than his torso at this size, and although he pressed into her arches with as much force as he could manage, he was just barely able to really massage her.

“Ah yeah,” Julie chuckled, laying back on the blanket, “just like that…” She wiggled her toes a moment and giggled, “that deodorant of yours is wearing off…” she sat back up again, a somewhat predatory expression coming over her face, “it must have been all the hiking.”

Brock gulped, he was sweaty, but he’d sprayed a thick coat of the pheromone canceling chemical over himself before she’d picked him up from his house. He’d been diligent about applying it ever since he’d dipped below three feet, making the girls crazy for you was a far less enticing prospect when you didn’t even come up to their waistline.

“Relax,” she chuckled, “I can control myself…” she licked her lips slowly, teasing him, “I mean, yeah that stuff coming off you makes me horny as hell, but I’m not just going to jump you without asking…” She saw his concerned look and frowned, “seriously, you’re safe around me Brock.”

“I know,” he said quickly, chuckling, “it’s just… I’m only getting smaller, it’s a little intimidating to think of… sexy stuff, with you being so much bigger.”

“Is that why you’ve been keeping it in your pants?” she laughed, “hey, you’re going to spend a lot of your life at a reduced size… you might want to get over your fear of big girls.”

“I’m doing my best,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” she giggled, “I can tell…” her foot moved a little closer to him for a moment, and he was startled as he felt it brush an erection he hadn’t realized he had. She giggled as his face went red, “aww, like feet now?” she teased.

“I uh… no, of course not-“

“It kind of makes sense,” she said, pushing her sole closer to him and giving him a whiff of the sweat she’d worked up over the hike, “I mean, you’re smaller, you’re getting closer to them… a lot of girls on the forum for dating Resizer Syndrome guys seem to think maybe you guys are just more likely to develop a thing for feet.”

“F-Forum?” he stammered. He hugged her foot for stability as another wave of pleasure washed through him. It was the wrong move, and she giggled as she lifted it slightly, knocking him over and pinning him.

“Yeah, it’s a rare condition after all, and some of us girls dating you guys wanted to exchange… experiences.”

“I-I see,” he had more to add, but he found himself moaning involuntarily as Julie’s foot continued to grind against the crotch of his pants.

“What’s wrong?” she laughed, “come on, nobody can see what’s going on up here, just… let go.”

“I don’t have a ton of pants in this size!” he grunted, fighting to keep himself from staining them.

“They seem pretty loose,” she said, sitting up and grinning at him, “come on, you’re about to move down a size anyways, blow your load!”

“Fuck,” he gasped, spasming slightly under her sole. He heard Julie giggling as he came in his pants, and a moment later she lifted her foot off him to admire her handiwork, a wet spot in the crotch of the tiny jeans.

“Nice,” she laughed.

“You’re going to wash these for me,” he scowled as he sat up.

She shrugged, “who do you think’s going to do your laundry when you’re at school? I don’t think you can even reach the coin slot on the machines.”

He stared at her a moment, then they both started laughing together. Finally the sun set, and the first of the fourth of July fireworks exploded over the lake as Julie cradled Brock in her lap.

…

August – One foot, eleven Inches (58cm)

…

“And you are… under two feet tall,” Julie marveled, pulling the yardstick away from him.

“Another milestone,” he said with a sigh.

“Aw, cheer up!” Julie said, holding a backpack out to him, “you can fit in this!”

“I’m still not sold on riding around in your backpack,” he said defensively.

“Come on, it’ll be cute!” she insisted.

“I don’t want to look cute!”

She shrugged, “well, whatever, but just so you know my plan for when you’re too small for the backpack is to put you in my purse!”

…

September – One foot, six inches (46cm)

…

Brock gulped, looking up at his titanic dorm room. There was a small ramp, initially made for pets, which would allow him to climb on the bed, and another, steeper, one to get to the desk, where a computer set up with the most advanced diction software was waiting for him. He had to admit, for such an unusual case the university had certainly done their best to accommodate him… at this size anyways.

“So I’ll be just next door,” Julie said offhandedly, looking around, “or…” she giggled and bit her lip, “well, you don’t take up much space, you can always just come over if you want.”

“I’ll probably be doing that as I get smaller,” he said with a sigh, “I’m going to enjoy my own dorm room for as long as I can.”

She shrugged, “suit yourself… are you going to come by and see me at practice later?”

“Sure,” he smiled, “let me just apply a few coats of anti-pheromone spray…”

“Awww,” she cooed, “but I play so much better when you’re in my head making me all crazy…”

“Yeah, you and the rest of the team,” he chuckled, “and in case you haven’t noticed I’m small enough to get carried off now!”

…

October – One Foot (30cm)

…

“Wakey Wakey!” Julie called, causing Brock to stir. He opened his eyes, looking up at Julie’s enormous grinning face peering into the open back of the Barbie Vacation home. He’d finally reached the size of one of her childhood dolls, and during one of their weekends home she’d loaded her Barbie’s old getaway into the trunk of her car, offering it as a “home away from home” for him.

“Sleep well?” Julie teased. Her hand reached down for him, giggling as her fingertip traced up the blanket and landed on his morning wood. “I see someone had a dream about me.”

“It happens every morning,” he said defensively, biting his lip as she slowly rubbed back and forth over the spot.

“Oh really?” she said, her voice going low. Her other hand pinched the corner of his blanket, pulling it off and revealing his naked body. She licked her thumb and forefinger, then gripped his manhood between the moist digits.

“Be careful!” he hissed as she slowly started stroking him.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly, “I’ll be gentle… Now tell me you like being my doll!”

“WHAT!?” he exclaimed, fighting laughter.

“Tell me you love living in my old dollhouse, and that you love it when I pick out little outfits for you!”

“No fucking way!” he laughed. His mockery was cut short as she stopped moving her fingers, causing him to look up at her pleadingly.

“Tell me you love being my dolly or no morning fingerjob,” she said smugly.

“I love being your dolly!” he shouted. She smirked triumphantly, then started slowly moving her fingers again, causing his back to arch as she quickly milked his seed out of him.

“There we go,” she said, pulling her fingers away as he came, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she brought her fingers up to her mouth, slowly sucking the small droplets of cum off while he panted on the tiny mattress. “Now then,” she said, “let’s pick what you’re wearing today!”

He rolled his eyes as she pulled up a rectangular box with what looked like a Ken doll inside. This particular doll was a men’s lacrosse player, complete with an official uniform from their university. Ever since he’d hit roughly doll size Julie had found a new outfit for him seemingly every day, and usually some small accessories to photograph him with.

“Now take your stick!” she laughed, thrusting the tiny lacrosse pole into his hands. Her phone came up, and he barely had time to smile before the flash blinded him. “This is going straight to all the team socials,” she giggled.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t have much time left at this size.”

She shrugged, “I’ve had fun with every size you’ve been so far, now come on, let’s get to class!”

Her hand swept across the table, and he grunted as he was pushed into the waiting chasm of her purse. He landed on the soft insides, and had just enough time to sit up before the top buttoned shut, sealing him in.

This had become the routine as he’d shrank, she’d keep him with her all day, pulling him out so he could listen to his own university lectures, and then putting him back in when she attended her classes. With a sigh he crawled through the hairpins, packets of gum, and other assorted junk in Julie’s purse, finally reaching his own phone, which he stored in here these days. Slowly tapping his unlock pattern in the screen pulled up, and he hefted it upright so he could surf the internet during Julie’s first few classes of the day.

…

November - 3 Inches (8cm)

…

Brock watched as Julie moved across the dorm room, her titanic footsteps causing vibrations that shook up her desk. The last month of shrinking had been the most noticeable yet, and at his latest size he often found it hard to get Julie’s attention.

“JULIE!” he shouted, waving his arms.

She paused, glancing over at him, then walked over. She bent down, her house sized face suddenly seeming so intimidating as her familiar smile lit up.

“What’s up Brock?” she asked, “need something?”

“My water dish,” he said, embarrassed. He gestured to the small upturned plastic bottle cap, which was now empty.

“Oh,” she said, her face going red, “I’m sorry, let me fill that… you sure you don’t want anything else? Coffee? Soda? Juice? I’ve got-“

“Water’s fine,” he shouted. He shivered a moment, pulling his makeshift Kleenex robe around himself tighter, “can you turn the heat up too?”

“I’ll try to get it a little warmer,” she said, “but… well it’s just chilly this time of year, sorry.”

He sighed, nodding as she left to adjust the thermostat. Even at a foot tall he’d managed to keep some degree of independence, and accommodations had been made for him… but now, at three inches, he relied on Julie for almost everything.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered as she set the bottlecap down in front of him.

She frowned, “for what?”

“Making you do all of this,” he said, gesturing around, “you spend so much of your time taking care of me, helping me get all my classwork done, feeding me, watering me… I guess I’m not much of a boyfriend like this.”

She smiled and pulled out her chair, sitting at the desk and regarding him a moment, “Brock, nobody’s making me do any of this, I do it because… well… I love you, you dope, and I love that you trust me to take care of you like this, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

He felt warmth in his chest, a giddiness that was rising in him, “W-Well don’t you want a big strong guy, who can sweep you off your feet?”

She rolled her eyes, “you can give it a shot this time next year when you’re big again, but until then?” she reached out and snatched him up, bringing him up to her grinning face. “I’ve really enjoyed being with you this last year, every day, every size, was something new… maybe it’s not always easy or fun, but I’m glad you picked me to do this with you.”

He sniffed a moment, then grinned, “I… I love you too Julie.”

They were quiet a moment, and Julie held him in her hand as she stood up again, walking to the dorm window. The sky was the typical overcast of November, and the forecast had called for an early snow to cover the red and yellow leaves that already coated the grassy walkways of the university campus.

“What do you say we skip those last few afternoon classes?” Julie asked, “we could drive home, get an early start on Thanksgiving break… maybe meet up with Rick and meet that new girlfriend of his?”

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed.

“It’s awfully cold out there though,” Julie mused with a smile.

“Just snuggle me close,” he said, glancing over her titanic body.

“Oh don’t you worry,” she said, grinning as she lowered him down to her waist. Her thumb hooked inside her pants, grabbing her panties with them. “What do you think?” she asked, dangling him over the opening, “does it look warm enough?”

“Oh yeah,” he rasped. His stomach lurched as he was dropped downward, bouncing on the trampoline of her panties as she released her grip, sealing him tight against her warmest and most intimate place.

“You just relax in there,” she muttered, rubbing the crotch of her pants. She bit her lip, fighting a moan as he squirmed lower, then chuckled as she grabbed her coat from its hook. She giggled as Brock became nestled against her, reaching his final spot at the bottom of her panties, pressed neatly against her lips. “Should be a nice drive,” she said, not sure he could hear her, “stay warm!”

…

December - .5 inches (1.25cm)

...

Brock looked up in awe at the mountainous body of Julie, leaning over the desk he was standing on like a celestial body. The test proctor, a middle aged Asian professor named Miss Li, peered down at him at her side, and the two women formed a pair of pillars that cast a long shadow over the landscape of the desk.

“I’ve seen a lot of test accommodations over the years,” Professor Li muttered, “but never anything so… extreme.”

She slowly lowered a microphone down to the desk, placing carefully next to Brock. At this size he couldn’t really speak to full sized people unassisted, and he walked to enormous black intake of the lapel microphone as it crackled to life.

“Brock, can you hear us?” Julie said.

“Yeah, I can,” he said, his voice reverberating through the auditorium.

“Excellent,” Professor Li beamed, the shining white teeth of her smile were like a constellation as she watched the bug sized student give her a thumbs up. “Now then, the way we’ve set up your exam is fairly simple,” she gestured to the projection screen at the front of the lecture hall, “your test questions will appear up there, and you will use the microphone to dictate your answer to your aid here.” She glanced at Julie, “under no circumstances may she do anything but write and select the answers you dictate for her.”

“Don’t worry,” Julie said dismissively, “Brock’s way smarter than me anyway.”

Professor Li smirked, but nodded, “very well, let’s begin.”

Brock didn’t find the final exam particularly challenging; as he’d gotten smaller, pouring over books and class notes had been one of the few things left for him to do, aside from being snuggled and pampered by his full sized girlfriend of course.

“The answer is A,” he said, his voice booming through the auditorium. Julie smiled, and a truck sized pencil descended from the heavens, slowly circling in the final bubble on the answer sheet they’d been provided. “I think I’m done,” he said with a nod.

Julie stood up, causing a slight tremor in the desk he stood on as she pushed away. He watched as she walked into the distance, handing his answer sheets to the faraway colossus that was Professor Li. It stunned him sometimes just how overwhelming things could be at this size, it was like seeing a mountain move towards him as Julie returned, grinning down at him.

“Ready to head home?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said, using the microphone one last time before Li came to collect it, “thanks for everything Julie, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“It was no problem,” she said, pinching him up.

Her fingertips easily enveloped him at this size, the warm pads cradling his entire body as he was brought up to the cliffside of her face. Her enormous irises, each one bigger than him, focused down on his body, marveling at the state of his form at his minimum size.

“God you’re tiny,” she giggled. She glanced back around the room, and saw Professor Li leaving with the test answer sheet. With a grin she looked back to him, “now where can I keep a tiny guy like you where he won’t get lost?”

He had a few ideas he wanted to shout, but without the microphone he knew she wouldn’t hear his tiny voice. It was all he could do to watch as she unzipped the front of her jacket, then slowly dipped him down into the neck of her shirt. He felt the silky texture of her bra as he was slipped inside the left cup, and a moment later the fingers abandoned him. He grunted as the world went dark, and the soft flesh of her breast pressed him against the fabric, pinning him in place. His world was Julie’s warm embrace, and faintly he could smell the fruity scent of her body wash from her shower that morning, still clinging to her skin.

Julie began walking through a mostly empty campus as the first snows began to fall, excited to drive home for a long and well deserved winter break. Her tiny passenger squirmed against her, tickling her slightly as she reached her car, already packed with their things from the dorm.

Within the confines of her bra, Brock began to feel tired, the mix of relief and relaxation from finishing the academic semester washing over him as he basked in the warmth of his giant girlfriend’s body heat. With the knowledge that they were heading home for a shared Christmas and New Year, he let himself drift off to sleep.

…

January, a New Year – 7 Inches (18cm)

…

“It’s nice to be able to hear your voice again,” Julie said, picking up her action figure sized boyfriend and snuggling him into her chest.

“Hey!” he protested, laughing as fingers as thick as his legs wrapped around his tiny body, squeezing him tight.

“Sorry, the pheromones drove me crazy, I couldn’t help it,” she teased. She lifted him up to her face, drawing a long exaggerated sniff of his body, then sighing in mock contentment, “oh yeah, that's a good tiny man…”

“I guess you’ll just have to help scrub me clean if they’re clouding your head so much,” he replied.

“We’ll take a bath later,” she mused, “you’ll make a fine loofah…”

They were at Julie’s house of course, and while he spent plenty of time at his own, Julie had most of his tiny sized clothing and accessories, making frequent visits over the winter holiday a necessity. Today they were up in her old childhood bedroom, lazily watching TV as sleet and ice fell outside. Brock was just starting to get big enough to use some of his electronics again, but simply sitting with his giant protector and binging series had been one of his favorite, and only, pastimes during his tiniest size.

“I’m going to have do some traveling for Lacrosse this semester,” she said softly, stroking his hair with a single fingertip.

“Will the school let me come too?” he asked, enjoying the warmth of her grip on his body.

“I think so,” she giggled, “though… you might want to stock up on as much of that anti-pheromone spray as they’ll give you, you wouldn’t want to miss a day on the road with the team… or maybe you would.”

“I can barely handle the one girl I’ve got,” he laughed.

“It should be easier this year,” she said softly, “getting bigger instead of smaller… I can’t wait for you to have a chance to explore campus in the fall, when you’re back to your normal size, doing all of those things you missed out on…”

He just chuckled, “I’ve got Resizer’s, I don’t have a normal size anymore… and honestly? I don’t feel like I missed much, just promise me you’ll be there with me and I’ll be fine.”

She smiled and hugged him tighter, listening to the pitter patter of the ice outside as the two thought about the year to come.