Mark stood, six inches tall, between the knees of his daughter, who was now the size of The Statue of Liberty to him. It had been a difficult journey from the floor to this spot on her bed, but it was worth it.

    After the potion had taken effect, Mark had found himself dwindling rapidly towards the floor. His vision had been overtaken by the burgundy of his shirt, which he had then had to climb out of in order to see how big the world had indeed become. The floor now seemed much larger and much colder than it had five minutes before.

     From there, Mark had leapt repeatedly into the air to grasp the frilled bedskirt of his daughter's bed. Then he was able to pull himself up the fabric, onto the mattress, and crawl up into the bed. 

    Now his head was swimming with possibilities. From where he stood facing her thighs, the scent of Jordan's womanhood reached him in an enchanting blanket that drew him closer and closer until Mark found himself holding out his hands to touch the carefully shaven lips of his daughter's pussy.

    Jordan gave no noticeable response as Mark ran his tiny hands up her lips and to the curved top of her labia. Below the top of her flower he saw the hooded bulb of her clitoris. It was, in comparison to him, about the size of a cantalope. 

    The feeling of being trapped in a dream stayed with Mark even as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off. Perhaps it was an effect of the shrinking potion he had earlier injested, keeping the feeling alive. In any case, the thought of consequences was nowhere to be found within his mind.

    Mark stepped forward and pressed the length of his body against the warm, moist entrance of his daughter's vagina. He felt his penis begin to harden against the silky flesh and pressed himself further into her. If he was penetrating her now, he couldn't tell. He was just there, practically hugging Jordan's labia in a wide embrace.

      The man turned his head and kissed his daughter's clitoris. This caused the bud to swell, which turned Mark on even more, so he kissed it again. The more he kissed the knob of flesh, the hotter and pinker it got. Mark opened his mouth wide and licked around the outside of Jordan's clit.

    Now he was beginning to feel a response in another area of Jordan's pussy. Her entrace was getting hotter as well, and puffing up around his hips where he was still pressed against her. He was turning her on.

    In her sleep, Jordan shifted gently and pushed her hips forward towards her miniscule father.

    May as well give her what she wants, Mark.

    The voice in his head did not go ignored. Mark reached down and slid his hands along the inside of his daughter's cunt. Again, her hips shifted, this time with a bit more enthusiasm.

    Now delving further into his own fantasies, Mark leaned down and pushed his face into her entrance. He felt the muscles contract around him, but pushed on further so that his shoulders and torso slid inside as well. The pinkness inside of Jordan was hot and engulfing. Mark could feel her pulse through the sensitive skin of her tunnel. Just outside of her, his prick pressed against her labia.

     'This is incredible,' Mark thought as he carefully squirmed deeper and deeper into his daughter's vagina. 'So warm and inviting... I could stay in here forever if I didn't have to breathe eventually...'

    Finally, Mark felt his feet leave the bed and he was almost completely inside the warm tunnel of Jordan's pussy. Only his ankles and feet hung outside of her now.

     No use in using her without giving any reward.

    Again, the voice in Mark's head made a good point. He ought to see how good of a shrunken toy he would make in case his wife ever changed her mind.

    Mark reached out slowly and stroked the walls around him with gusto. Not too fast, but not too gentle, he worked his hands and elbows, knees and hips against the swollen, pulsating flesh he had encased himself in.

    Unseen but surely not unfelt to Mark, Jordan's hips shifted faster and faster. She turned her head to one side, then the other, her cheeks reddening and her voice rising in a series of moans.

    Finally the walls around Mark clenched and throbbed as hotly as ever. A wash of silky juices flooded his entire being as Jordan came on him, around him, and then with him. His and Jordan's juices mixed together in a stream that seeped out between Jordan's lips and onto her sheets.

    Mark quickly wriggled his way out of his daughter's pussy, causing her to whimper and buck some, before landing in the puddle of cum he had helped to produce.

    See? I told you this would be a good idea.