ZAP

Grace saw Stephen reappear on the table, and this time just waited for him to naturally wake up while she got the tools for her final eating. Her boyfriend awoke to the sounds of her bare feet stomping towards him, holding something behind her back.

"Heels get uncomfy, Grace?"

She smiled at him, "Yeah. Hope you don't mind."

"I mean, it's hard to see a difference in height at my size," Stephen stretched his arms and legs, "So, dessert time? What are we doing now? Cake? Cookies? Ice Cream?"

"Well, none of those. In fact, not really any food," She looked sheepishly towards the door, her face turned red.

Stephen tilted his head, "What do you mean? You gotta eat, Grace. How are you going to do that without any food?"

She looked back at him, her eyes wide as her timid expression melted away. Walking up to the table, she plopped a large massager next to Stephen. Looming over him, her eyes shined with hunger once more,

"There are other ways to eat you, honey."

She stuck her finger in her mouth and pulled it out. Coated with saliva, she ran it up and down Stephen's body, rubbing and stimulating him. Stepping back, Grace slowly began to tug at her skirt. "I've wanted to try this the moment I found you shrunken, Stephen. I can't believe I have a good reason to try. Thank you for this, babe. You've been such a good toy."

Stephen could hardly get up as she brought her skirt down to her heels, revealing her soft, lacy panties. She grasped the tiny man and brought him to her lips for a deep, sensual kiss. Stephen felt his confusion and fear subside. Now all that remained was pure, all-consuming desire, her soft lips arousing him with unrivaled intensity. With one hand, Grace brought her panties off her thighs to fall on the floor. Her breathing heavy, Stephen was brought down to her waist. As he traveled behind her back, he saw a little trickle of wetness on the front face of the panties. He knew exactly what was next.

Squirming in her hand. Struggling in vain just like she wanted. Grace stood with her little toy facing her ass, just drinking in the emotion in him. After devouring her boyfriend twice, she needed true release. To climax this moment in the sweetest, most sensual way she could. She bent over and spread out her legs. Just out of earshot, she heard his squeals. The intoxicating inflections of fear, but mixed with arousal. Good boy. You want to sacrifice yourself for me. My pleasure. She felt proud of her boyfriend for being so easily broken. But pride will not satisfy her. So she positioned his head above her fingertips, and slowly placed him in between her titanic ass cheeks.

His struggles were more intense as he entered her, face dragging along the side closest to her front. She could feel his dick brush up too, now twitching in near release. She pulled back and forth, pulling his hips out and in, feeling him shake uncontrollably. She let out a little moan as she shoved him all the way in. His movements as he became totally entrapped by her sent shivers up and down her spine. The stimulation he provided moved her in ways she never thought possible. She turned her massager on, at first teasing herself by placing it on the inside of her thighs. She thought of how he was for the last few hours, tossed around by her slightest movements, quaking with fear. And as she brought the massager up to gently graze her clitoris, she thought of his devotion, his absolute submission to her. Feeling him wriggle more and more desperately, she swayed her hips back and forth, getting closer and closer. Her arousal threatening to burst from her, she finally felt a little crunch inside of her and found release, shaking into a deep, primal moan.

Grace stood at the table for a bit, taking in the waves of pleasure. After a moment, she bent down to pick up her clothes and put them in the wash. As she removed her makeup and put on some comfortable clothes, she heard a zap for the last time. Running into the living room, she saw Stephen on the couch, in front of the cursed book, the size of a normal person. He got up and ran to her, embracing her in a deep hug. She could feel tears come from his face as he processed his rescue. "You okay, babe?" Was all she could muster as she felt her own tears come out. Stephen hugged even tighter, "I'm okay. Because of you, I'm okay. I love you so much. I'm so lucky you're in my life."

Grace kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, "I love you too. I'm so happy I can hold you like this again," she looked down at her feet, "and I'm sorry for... all that. We don't ever have to talk--"

Stephen grazed her cheek with his hand, "Are you kidding? You were enchanting! When I was under your control it was like something awoke in me, this desire to be possessed and to witness your power! I mean, I don't want to be shrunken again, but... you were incredible!"

Grace was stunned. She figured he'd be horribly traumatized by this. But his expression was one of relief mixed with satisfaction. Grace felt her heart pounding as she drank in the love her boyfriend emanated out to her. "Well, we'll get rid of that book, then maybe we can talk about how you can... serve me better. Sound good?"

Stephen grinned, "Yes, ma'am!"

"Good," she cooed at him as she took his hand and led him to bed.

The next morning was her day off, and so Grace took the book with her to the river by Stephen's house. Holding it in her gloved hand, she prepared to throw it into the waters to get it out of their lives, when she stopped. Something was making her pause. We did only see one curse. Are there... other curses? I mean, one look wouldn't be too bad, right? Sitting on a bench nearby, Grace slowly opened the book and translated the table of contents again. She stopped as she translated the title to chapter twelve, and immediately flipped to it, pouring over each detail as if in a trance. The chapter reads: "Shrinking Curses: Offensive Uses on Others" After an hour of diligent study, Grace put her phone away and tossed the book into the river, heading back to her apartment with a head full of ideas, and of targets. Her life was about to take an interesting new direction. And as she contemplated this, she found she was growing hungry.