While Brett thought she looked hot, it brought Brett back to reality – only the mind of a teenage girl could conjure up this type of outfit, with knee-high socks to boot. It made the age gap jump to the forefront of his mind and his cock wilted.

Becca noticed the immediate drop in energy from the man. “Wh..what’s a matter?”

“Erm, Becca is it?”, to which she nodded, he stood up and continued, “uh…listen, honey, I…look, this isn’t such a good idea-“

“Huh? Is this because your older?”, she asked, defensively. She took a couple steps toward him and put her arms on his.

For some reason, Brett didn’t want to use age as his excuse, even though it perfectly well was. “Uh…look, you’re just not my type”, he lied.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes, trying to grasp the truth of his statement. When she saw that his eyes were unmoving, she withdrew with a sob.

Brett didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he was trying to retreat with some form of dignity. He started to walk towards the door when he heard her urgently yell, “Stop! Just hold on a second”. He saw her make a bee-line into her mother’s bedroom.

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Brett stood in the hallway near the foyer for a few moments. He didn’t want to be a complete prick and rush out the door. Maybe Becca is going to get some memento for me, he considered.

Becca came around the corner from the hall into the bedrooms abruptly. Tears were streaming down her face. She lifted something up and pointed it at his chest.

Brett beheld the object the girl was pointing at him. For a moment, he thought it was a gun, but a quick glance told him it was not. His emotions were a rollercoaster - he saw that it resembled a stun gun – it was snubbed, with a handle, and a square hole at it’s top, and a greenish light seemed to be emanating from within. He looked down at his chest and saw green tracer points flickering over his sternum. He realized too late that she was aiming this…ray gun at him. Ray gun? He had seen this type of device displayed before – it was a type of shrinking device that, besides employees of the LUMP company, only the uber-wealthy could afford, and even then, it’s usages were severely restricted by law when it came to humans and consumption. He never suspected to find one of these devices in the home of a poor family.

“Becca, wait-“, he began, his eyes wide as he became cognizant of her intentions and his arms out and palms out in a mercy pose, before he was struck suddenly by a glaring light, an intense pain shooting through his entire body. A bluish haze began to shroud his body.

His muscles violently cramped up and he wanted to scream, but somehow, he was unable to produce a sound. His mind went blank and he felt like he was falling. And then, as his mind faded out, the pain swiftly disappeared as did the light. And then darkness.

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Becca watched as the man slowly dwindled down. His shorts dropped away almost immediately and she gasped as his erection popped free, also displaying his exposed and vulnerable-looking scrotum. She had witnessed the process before on a couple occasions when her mother took her with (years ago, when Becca was too sick to go to school and no baby sitter could be found on short notice). The first part of the ray was the stunning effect and she knew once a person was struck with the ray, it would take about twenty seconds for the person to shrink in mass to it’s eventual height.

The man stopped shrinking at roughly just over an inch in height, his eyes glazed over as he stood there, non-blinking. He was bigger than the typical lump, which was commonly between 1cm to ½ inch in size. Becca was a savvy girl in several regards. She had spied her mother putting her ray gun and uniform into the small safe (as was required after each night of work) and had memorized the audio tones of the key lock password her mother used. And over time, she had found out how the shrink ray worked, gathering tidbits of info as she pestered her mom and having seen it in use a couple times. She thought the setting size of one inch would suit the man well.

Of course, Becca didn’t know where her mother kept the small underwear that typically were used to cover LUMP foodstuffs, so the tiny man was completely naked when she wrangled him from his pool of clothing with her foot. She laughed internally – this was the creature she had seriously entertained the idea of losing her virginity to and now he looked rather weak and utterly pathetic. How dare he reject me!, the angry thought thundered through her mind and she frowned. She tapped him with her big toe a few times, but got no response from him. She pressed the ball of her foot on him, not putting her weight on him, but pushing him flatter nonetheless. She remembered back to the day when she had stomped a shrinky flat and the thought played in her mind for a few moments before she slowly eased the pressure off.

Squatting down, she plucked the tiny nude man up with one hand and gathered his affects with her other. He was clearly still under the throws of the shrinking process when she brought him up to her face to inspect, his eyes finally blinking rapidly and his mouth open in a sort of dumb stupor. She giggled at how he looked and felt, taking the time to notice his tiny package which had remained in it’s excited state (as before he was shrunk) and she sniffed him.

Having been removed as a potential love interest to take her virginity, she decided she could use the shrink ray on him as he was what her mother referred to as a 'sexual deviant' and she said society needed to be rid of these types of people. From what her mother told her, it was not uncommon for a LUMP employee to zap one of these deviants down to size to add to their supply of LUMP foodstuffs. She was sure her mother would be pleased when she told her what she'd done to the neighbor from across the sidewalk. She knew her mother never cared for the man.

Taking up a small blanket, she repaired to lounge on the sofa. She would need some minutes with which to decide what to do with the lump. She knew she had plenty of time – it would be some time before it would ‘wake’ up, even though his eyes were open. In the meantime, she set it down on the coffee table, near the bong, her feet on either side of it. That’s an idea, she thought.

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