Adam and Megan had been living together for nearly five years, exploring each others’ bodies as hers kept diminishing, when she realized that something had changed with her condition. She was only about 2.5 inches tall; she should have been more than 3 inches. They got Megan’s doctor, Dr. James, to come to the apartment.
After examining the tiny woman, Dr. James frowned. “Well,” he said, “I’m afraid you’re right, Megan. Your shrinking is accelerating.”
Megan looked up at her colossal lover. At her old rate of shrinkage, he would have seemed closer to twice the height he was when they met than the three times he now was.
“I don’t profess to understand why,” James said. “Maybe it’s just because you have so little mass left, or maybe it’s because your body is adapting to smaller sizes and that’s making the changes happen more quickly. Your body is adapting, that much is clear.”
“How long do I have before I … become microscopic?” Megan asked.
James couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “I don’t know,” he said. At your current rate of shrinkage, maybe 15 years … but your shrinking is still accelerating. You may only have a few years. I’m very sorry.”
Megan fell to her knees and wept. Adam gently placed his hand around her, comforting her.
The fifth anniversary of Adam’s moving in came a few weeks later. They celebrated with a candlelight dinner in the apartment. Adam made a meal for one, since Megan’s portion was so tiny.
Megan’s dress was actually a tiny strip of red ribbon. It looked amazing on her, hugging her teeny curves. Adam was thrilled to see she’d gone to the trouble, even though he hoped to have her out of the dress later.
As they were finishing their meal, Megan said, without looking up at her beloved, “Um, I’m afraid the shrinking has picked up since Dr. James was here.”
Adam looked down at her, saying nothing, his expression said.
“I’ve lost a tenth of an inch in the last three weeks,” Megan said. “It’s really speeding up.”
“I know,” Adam said quietly.
Megan looked up, surprised.
“Most people wouldn’t notice a tenth of an inch, but I know your body,” Adam said. “To me the change was obvious.”
Megan’s lip was quivering. “Oh Adam,” she said, “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you, to be separated from you, but my body isn’t giving me a choice. I’m 30 years old, but I have the body of a teenager, and it’s the size of a bug and shrinking fast.”
Adam reached into his pocket. “That’s why I want to give you this,” he said. He pulled out a ring case and opened it, pulling out a gold ring with a diamond on the end. To Megan, it was as big as a house.
Megan looked back and forth between the ring and Adam, confused. “Adam, I can’t possibly wear this,” she said.
“It’s not for you to wear,” he said. “Look under the diamond.”
“Under it?” Megan said, moving to do as he’d said.
“I can’t see it without a jeweler’s loop or some other magnifier, but you should be able to see it with your naked eye,” Adam said.
Megan knelt down. Under the stone was a complex series of engravings, each tinier than the last. She gasped as he realized that they were a series of pathways and chambers. She looked up at Adam.
“It’s not for you to wear,” Adam repeated. “It’s for you to live in. If, as it seems certain right now, you shrink too small for us to maintain contact, I want to know you’re safe, and to know I still love you. This way, you’ll have a place to live inside my love, and you’ll know every day that I love you, even if we can’t be together.”
“This must have cost a fortune,” Megan said.
Adam shrugged. “For you, it’s worth it.”
“But Adam, this is an engangement ring.”
“I was hoping you’d notice that,” Adam said. “I know what we’re in for, and so do you, but you, my tiny lover, are the greatest love of my life. I want to make a lifetime commitment to you. Please marry me.”
Megan’s lower lip quivered. “Even with … everything?”
“Even with everything,” Adam said.
Megan smiled as tears welled in her eyes. “Then my answer is yes,” she said. “I’ll marry you, Adam Doric. But we’d best do it soon.”
“Agreed,” said Adam.
Megan looked down toward Adam’s fly, hearing the by-now familiar roar of blood flow there. “And it sounds like you want to ‘do it’ now,” she said, smiling cocking her hips at an angle.
Adam placed his hand on the table for his fiancee to step on. “Agreed,” he said.
The wedding was a quiet affair, with only family and the closest of Adam’s friends in attendance, except for the minister. He served Megan’s parents’ church, and he knew her situation as well as the others. The ceremony was held in the apartment.
By the time of the wedding, Megan was just over two and a quarter inches tall. The honeymoon was simply in the apartment.
The wedding night was an adventure. In the last few days, Megan had become small enough that the blood flow to Adam’s penis was becoming louder, making conversation while they were intimate more difficult.
But by now both were experienced in pleasuring each other. Adam used his pinky to caress Megan’s breasts, then held her over his mouth and gently flicked his tongue against her vagina. She moaned with pleasure. Then Adam placed her against his penis. It swelled, and she rubbed it with her entire body. Then she got playfully ornery, stood up and started running and jumping around. Adam gasped, smiling and unable to speak as his pleasure kept increasing.
Then Megan heard the sounds she knew meant her new husband was about to come. She ran down to the base of his cock and began jumping on the spot that would trigger the ejaculation. Semen shot out, sounding to her like a fire hose would sound to a normal-sized human.
Megan lay down on the penis, and felt it shrink and relax. She could tell Adam was relaxing, too. Each had successfully pleased the other. The wedding night had been a success.
The couple enjoyed each other as much as they could, and spent all the time together they could find, but it was apparent Megan was losing height far faster than before. Within three months, Megan was down to only an inch tall, and she seemed to be losing height as a percentage of what she’d been at a still-intensifying rate.
At six months of married life, Megan was down to a quarter-inch tall. When they would share in sex, she would climb onto a piece of paper so Adam could carry her safely to his cock. She was now too tiny for him to safely play with, but she could still play with him.
On the six-month anniversary itself, Megan got off the paper on the tip of the cock. She was having trouble standing because the tip kept widening, forcing her to constantly shift her stance. But the tiny woman made her way to the opening and slid partway inside, rubbing around the edges. From the shifts in Adam’s body, she could tell he was ebing pleasured, even as she rode the crazy roller coaster of his colossal member, bouncing as it became more and more engorged.
When she heard the roar of the oncoming semen, it was everything Megan could do to keep from covering her ears, but she needed her arms to get out of the way, lest she be swept away with his ejaculation. She lay there, laughing inaudibly, her voice too small for any human to hear. Even on this scale, she could still please her husband.
But with every passing day, Megan was smaller, and the pace of the shrinking was increasing. By the eight-month anniversary of the Dorics, Megan was down to a sixteenth of an inch tall. To her delight, she could still please Adam,but she was having more and more close calls with being drowned in his semen.
At the nine-month anniversary, Megan, now only about two-thirds of a millimeter tall, made love to Adam in their bedroom for the last time. This time she was too small to get out of the way of the tidal wave of cum that shot out at her. She was uninjured, but left barely breathing as she coughed up microdroplets of semen.
Within another month, the routine of the couple’s contact was Adam coming home and gazing at his nearly microscopic wife through a magnifying glass, mouthing the words, “I love you,” and Megan holding up her arms, then symbolically hugging her husband. Soon after, she moved into the engagement ring, but kept coming out every day for their time together, such as it was.
If Megan had counted the days right, it was the couple’s one-year anniversary when she stood on the table for the last time. She gazed up at the colossal eye as Adam searched for her through the magnifying glass. Then she realized he was panicking. Her husband couldn’t find her! She was too small to be seen, even through the magnifying glass.
Megan jumped up and down, waving her arms and shouting, than ran around, but it did no good. Adam couldn’t find her. She was too small to be seen, too small to be heard.
She looked up at where Adam’s eye had been. She heard what sounded like a hurricane in the distance. She realized her husband was crying. She wished she could comfort him, but what could she do on this scale?
Then she heard a distant scraping sound. After a bit, she saw the magnifier, which, since she was on the reverse side of it, made things look smaller to her. Held up to it was a note, written in pencil. It read, in Adam’s handwriting, “Happy anniversary! Luv U always.”
Once she was done sobbing, Megan realized that Adam had left the paper on the table. She made the trek to it as she developed a plan. She climbed up, using layers of paper fiber for handholds, to its surface, then found one of the pencil marks and rolled around in the graphite. The particles seemed massive to her, and it was hard to move, but she had one last love note to write her husband.
Adam arose the3 next morning from a fitful night’s sleep. He staggered to table where the ring sat, along with his note. He picked it up and looked at it, hoping Megan had seen it.
Then Adam realized there was a small series of pencil marks after his that weren’t there before. He couldn’t make them out, but grabbed the magnifier and saw they were, as he hoped, words.
The tiny pencil markings, barely legible, read, “Luv U always 2! Happy A-day! M.”
Adam wept tears that were a mixture of joy and sadness at the thought of what he was sure was his last contact with his e3terannly shrinking wife.
From inside the ring, Megan heard the sounds of Adams sobs as hurricanes in the distance. She was glad he’d found the note, but saddened for what their love had become.
Then she touched the soft metal of the ring. It was cold, but it shone with a warmth that reminded her of the man she loved and why he’d had this special ring made for her. The thought eased the pain a bit … but just a bit.
As Megan continued to diminish, she lost all track of time. What did time matter to someone who didn’t age, to someone who was so small that the world’s scale meant nothing to her? She learned which micro-organisms were good to eat, and, as she shrank past them one by one, learned how to avoid becoming prey to those that she had once preyed upon.
Megan moved from one micro-chamber of the ring to another. All too soon, she was in the last one, and it was starting to become too big.
That was when she found an impurity in the metal. It was only as big across as her pinky when she found it, but she realized it was soft enough that this could be her new home as she continued to shrink. She started digging into the soft spot, seeing it become, to her, bigger with each passing day.
Megan was now so small she could swim on air currents, even those so small as to be within the ring. She loved looking out a the sparkling diamond sky from within her home in the impurity. Best of all, it was soft enough for her to dig smaller and smaller sub-chambers.
Megan was floating within her chamber, asleep, when she heard a hurricane sound. She was confused. Human-scale sounds no longer reached her submicroscopic ears. What was she hearing?
Then the sound came into focus. It was a voice, a human voice, reducing in scale in relation to hers -- and she knew that voice.
“Megan!” called the voice. “Megan! Are you here?”
“ADAM!” Megan screamed, swimming out of her chamber. “Adam! I’m here, darling! I’m here!”
Adam, was floating, naked above her. He was huge to her, but he was shrinking very fast, coming closer and closer to her scale.
Her husband had heard her. His head pivoted toward Megan. “MEGAN!” he shouted, scooping her up in one hand.
After an embrace that ended when Megan was “outgrowing” her husband’s hand, Megan asked, “Adam, how … How are you here?”
“Looks like my shrinking is slowing,” Adam said. “Doctor James guessed pretty well. See, they couldn’t do anything to help you, but they could use the data they’d gleaned from you to create a similar process in me. I’m shrinking to a set point, at least for now. When I need to get smaller to stay with you, there’s a way built in to do that.”
“But, Adam, you’ve given up --”
“Nothing I wouldn’t gladly give up again if it means I can be with you,” Adam said. “Besides, I can’t leave you donw here alone.”
“But what will happen to the ring?” Megan asked.
“My sister, Rhea, has it,” Adam said. “She and both of our families were there when I started to shrink. I said my goodbyes and gave them all my love -- and they sent their love to you.”
Megan was laughing and crying at the same time. “I think you’ve stopped shrinking,” she said. She was about knee-high to him. “I’ve never been this big to you before; at least, not since we actually met.”
Adam scooped her up and hugged her. She felt his penis rising against her feet, and looked disappointed. “I can’t hear it filling with blood,” she said.
“You’ll be able to again, in time,” Adam said. “Meanwhile, let’s enjoy this, shall we?”
Megan wrapped her legs around the base of Adam’s dick, laying on the throbbing side. Stretched out to its full length, her torso ran the whole distance of the cock, and she was in position to enjoy the fruits of her labor when they “came” from the business end.
The lovers, denied so long, made love again and again. They rubbed and caressed each other, but eventually Megan realized that Adam wasn’t doing one of their favorite moves.
“Adam?” Megan asked. “Why aren’t you coming down below for a snack? I’d really like that.”
Adam blushed. ‘Well, you see, since my shrinking isn’t continuous, we had to somehow use your systems to trigger more shrinking for me so I wouldn‘t get down here just to lose you again, and we could only think of one way to do it. I, um, …”
Megan’s jaw dropped. “You’ll shrink if you go 69 with me that way?”
Adam nodded. “About 80 percent of my mass, which translates to about half my current height at the time.”
Megan grinned an ornery grin. “Show me,” she said. “In fact,” show me several times.”
“Several times?” Adam repeated.
Megan smiled coyly. “The nature of my condition means that I’ll be the small one again soon enough,” she said. “Let me be the big one for a little while, please.”
Adam smiled, looking at her. “You think four times will be small enough?” he asked.
“Better plan for five,” Megan said . “I like to be sure.”
Over time, the couple continued to grow tinier and tinier. Megan, almost always the smaller of the two, soon found she could fit between molecules, then atoms, and then subatomic particles. They no longer needed to breath, and communication happened nonverbally and through contact. They learned that whatever their brains ran on now (they were too small for it to be electricity) allowed them to share thought patterns at a touch. That was also the way the Megan “heard” her favorite sound from her husband … or one area of him, at any rate.
As they grew tinier and tinier, never aging, only shrinking, the Dorics discovered particles previously unknown and wonders that defied human description. But nothing they saw ever rivaled the love they had for each other, growing forever as their bodies eternally shrank.