title: Steamy Poolside Shrinkage aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [32012233] date: 2023-09-14T20:36:13+08:00 modified: 2023-09-14T20:48:14+08:00

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Steamy Poolside Shrinkage

Author: Kyrm Source: Steamy Poolside Shrinkage [Commission]

Sashaying past the poolside with her smooth orange thighs nearly scraping together, it was evident to onlookers that Cheri was not afraid to show off. Eyes lingered then bashfully tore away from her stringy black bikini top—intentionally purchased a size too small—and a matching bikini bottom that turned into a thong flossing her backside. Those latter curves were further accentuated by a meaty tail that jutted out from just above, its fiery tip confidently swishing to and fro behind her.

Cheri was a charizard. And from her broad wings to her more feminine assets, her presence demanded attention. She was a head-turner, and she was proud of it; more a contest Pokémon than one who liked to battle. The fire-type didn’t plan on taking a dip today – she was hot enough in the literal sense that water tended to steam if she was in it for too long. Instead, she laid her towel out where the sun was just right. Sunlight reflected off of her glossy frame, creating a natural glare against her body while she laid back and luxuriated underneath the warm rays, taking special care to keep her flaming tail tip away from the ground.

“Need any lotion?”

She almost hadn’t heard him over the din of the crowd. He wasn’t speaking in a hushed tone, rather, judging from the sound of his voice, he was small – very small. When she felt a tiny hand along her inner thigh, she reflexively clapped her legs together. Something small, fuzzy, and squirming was trapped between her legs.

Cheri sat up and reached down between her pleasingly plump thighs and tugged the trapped, tiny trespasser up by his tail.

She dangled a dazed rattata in front of her face – an Alolan one, equally slight as his counterparts from other regions, but distinguished by black fur and a white underbelly.

More importantly, they were dark-types known for being mischievous. Not that Cheri minded mischief in the slightest.

His eyes rolled about, peeking out from a head of auburn hair. At least he was decent, clad in tiny swim trunks.

As the rattata recovered and their eyes finally met, her maw turned up into a smirk, one that quite intentionally flashed fangs the size of her little captive’s head at him.

“It’s polite to wait for the lady to answer before putting your paws on her.”

“Noted,” he replied, offering an awkward chuckle while scratching at his natural rattata moustache.

“Besides, I’m not sure you’re cut out for lotion duty. There’s a whole lot of me – and not very much of you.”

“I make up for it in enthusiasm,” he assured her. Now that he had recovered he sounded confident in spite of his predicament. That at least caught her attention. She may have been able to turn heads, but fierce fire-type that she was, it took a brave soul to stroll right up to her.

“You think you can manage, pool boy?”

“Pool boy?” He cocked his brow. “Sorry…” He folded his arms. “I do all of this pro boner.”

“Pro bono?”

“Whichever you like.”

She snorted – smoke spilled out from her nostrils and left the dark type hacking.

“Well, okay.” She leaned past the length of her towel and dropped the rattata. He tumbled over the grass and sprang back up in a second, curled tail eagerly bobbing behind him. She reached into her bag. Though she didn’t need suntan lotion, it didn’t hurt to come prepared. She dropped the towering bottle right next to the rattata – its dispenser rose up higher than him. “Impress me.”

Cheri sat and watched as the dark-type’s eyes lowered from her own to ogle her chest. When she cleared her throat, he quickly turned to look at the lotion.

His scrawny hands let him dangle over the lotion’s dispenser, paws barely brushing the ground. He didn’t weigh enough to pull it down. “Little help?” he asked.

“Sorry,” Cheri replied, her smile widening. “I thought a big, strong rattata like yourself would be able to manage.”

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, babe…” He grunted, skinny arms trembling as he tried to force it again. “But I’m not exactly big.” He cried out as the entire bottle fell over with him in tow. The frowning rattata rose to his feet and brushed off his fur. “Or strong.”

Cheri sighed, resting a hand on her chin. He straddled the bottle while his hands struggled to force the dispenser. She admired his tenacity – all this effort to rub some lotion on little old Cheri.

She pushed the dispenser with a single finger. White cream popped out and covered the rattata’s chest.

“Ech,” he grunted, wiping at it with his hand.

Cheri giggled while lowering her comparatively huge body back down onto the blanket. “There’s your lotion. Now, get to work pool boy. I’ve got a feeling it’ll be sunset by the time you’ve gotten that stuff all over me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Those fine hands started working cool lotion into her thighs. Her leg twitched as she resisted the urge to playfully smother him again.

She actually enjoyed his gentle touch – gentle to her, at least. With all of the effort he was putting into rubbing her down, he probably meant for it to be a rough, masculine massage.

“And what might the lady’s name be, if she doesn’t mind me asking?” His questioning words came from somewhere between her legs.

“She doesn’t,” Cheri replied, closing her eyes. “But she might expect the grabby gentleman’s name first.”

“Mattata, ma’am. At your service – er, currently servicing you, I guess.”

“Cute,” she said. “Cheri.”

“Mon Cheri?” he asked, little hands working further up her inner thigh.

“Save that sort of talk for after you wine and dine me.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. He scrambled up her smooth and slippery thigh, little paws kicking against its side while he struggled to find purchase. His tiny feet soon pattered across the expanse of her stomach. She couldn’t see him, though – two ample orange obstacles blocked her field of view. Even then, she didn’t need to see him to know he wasn’t going to spend much time on her stomach. He rubbed her taut plain of sleek charizard skin while inching closer and closer to the real prize.

Soon, he stood directly behind her breasts, his little eartips poking out from behind them.

Matt cleared his throat. “It seems I’ve reached a wall, Miss Cheri. And I’ve, ah, run out of lotion.”

“I’m sure you can make some lotion for me,” she teased, parting the shelf of her breasts so she could actually make out Matt’s small and slender form. An obvious tent had formed in his swim trunks. She allowed a bit of flame to crackle in her mouth – the residual heat washed over him. “Do be thorough, though, dear.”

The little dark-type looked around, a surprising moment of momentary bashfulness. No one seemed to be looking, though. Some passersby made it a point not to look – hookups were somewhat frequent in public places filled with Pokémon. With that, he shimmied out of his trunks, a rather unimpressive erection bobbing free.

“How adorable,” she teased. Then, with a wink, she released her breasts, allowing them to slap back together, blocking her view of Mattata while she laid back down. Her randy rattata suitor took that as an invitation to drape himself over her soft yet firm breasts. His paws couldn’t even touch the ground while his head rested on the strapped center of Cheri’s bikini top.

His little hips started rutting against her breasts. Matt’s miniature cock could barely force its way into the tight confines of charizard cleavage, but considering his gasps and sighs, coupled with his hands tightly gripping her bikini, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Didn’t take you for a lightweight.”

“Hard… not to be…” His words came out in gasps with each successive thrust. “With this much… ha-ah, woman in front of me.”

Cheri’s arms flexed inward, squeezing her breasts together. “Too easy,” she murmured, as that simple movement was enough to milk the first few droplets of pre from Mattata’s erection.

“Well, it’s about to get harder,” Mattata replied in a growling voice.

“Oh!” Cheri’s nipples popped free from her bikini top, which slid up and pooled above her breasts. Something felt off. Matt stood on her stomach, yet she could see him now. His head and shoulders poked past her breasts, and his arms were outstretched to both sides.

While she tried to puzzle out what was wrong, another pleasant tingle ran up her body as Matt’s little hands started roughly working her stiff nipples – she had thought his hands would be too tiny to tease them, but it felt like they were just the right size.

Matt continued to hump away at her breasts. He must have been putting more force behind his thrusts, as her chest jiggled slightly with each impact. “Just close your eyes, sweetheart. Let Mattata’s magic fingers do all the work.”

Cheri obliged, as Matt’s touch was getting her worked up. She reminded herself that this was supposed to be a simple tease, yet Cheri’s hand rebelliously brushed along her inner thigh. She momentarily considered the fact that she was in a public place, but as Matt’s hands tightened around her nipples and more of his own pre started to slick the inside of her breasts, she forced her finger inside of her already damp folds. She didn’t even consider the fact that her tight bikini bottom was loose enough that she could slide her hand right underneath it.

“That’s it,” he breathed. In seconds, their roles had reversed – the tiny rattata now seemed totally in control of the situation. His touch felt rougher. His cock, lubricated by pre, dragged deeper between Cheri’s breasts. And his body became heavier and heavier on top of her own.

“Wait, what?”

Cheri’s eyes fluttered open. She yelped when she saw Matt’s face right in front of hers. He certainly hadn’t been that big last time she opened her eyes. His snout pressed right against her own – he was still kneeling behind her breasts, but he may have been a touch under half of her height, rather than ankle-high. Shocked as she was, Cheri continued to worm her finger between her folds.

Matt seemed to have been waiting for her to look him in the eyes before delivering a quick kiss that left her feeling flush. A confident smile painted his face as he reared up and went back to thrusting. In minutes, he had gone from a flirty handful to a short guy. And Cheri? Cheri recognized a thick strap of fabric draped above her breasts – it was the same color as her bikini top. The same bikini top with cups situated on either side of her, looking more like unpitched tents she could have camped out under.

That was when it clicked: Matt wasn’t growing, Cheri was getting smaller.

Sure, she was taller, wider – just all-around bigger than Matt, but considering how tiny he was, that was hardly a consolation. Even with the insanity of the situation running through her mind, she couldn’t help but touch herself while she was vigorously tit-fucked. Then, as another spurt of glistening pre spilled from Matt’s erection, she watched in awe as she finally had the chance to see the world grow around her.

Her bikini bottom was long gone – she had shrunken out of everything. In moments, that broad bikini strap was up off her chest as she shrank out of it, too. She was just as nude as her taller rattata lover, who smirked down, keeping Cheri pinned while she helplessly continued fingering herself. Size be damned, the little guy had grown into a lithe prince charming, and she wasn’t about to question that, not while she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Ready for that lotion?” Mattata teased.

Cheri felt dainty underneath his weight. Helpless. His hands could cup her breasts, now. They did so, greedily tormenting her nipples and making her writhe underneath his increasing weight.

“B-better be ready to get it all over me,” she sighed back, desperately bucking her hips.

Matt opened his mouth, seemingly ready to deliver another snide remark, but his breathing hitched. He screwed his eyes shut and rutted one last time into her chest. When he came, she accepted the warm wave of cum that spurted up from between her breasts onto her face. Her mouth was half-open in a moan. Her tongue darted to the tip of her maw as she sampled a taste of the rattata’s semen.

The second she gulped it down, Cheri was hammered by a sense of vertigo. Matt’s already overwhelming weight felt like it had doubled in a second. Then, he wasn’t pressing down on her at all. It was as if she had slipped out from under him without even moving. Cheri ignored that oddity, lost in the throes of her own lust while she fingered herself.

“Aw, where’d ya go?” Mattata asked. His booming voice snapped Cheri’s eyes open. She forced her fingers free from her vagina, all want for release vanishing in an instant as she gaped up at an impossible sight.

The charizard was still laid out on her back. There was no sun in the sky, only a shadow cast by massive Mattata, down on all fours. His thighs in front and his arms behind, they all rose up like daunting, fuzzy pillars.

“Man, she shrank down quick,” he muttered. “Must’ve swallowed a lot.”

Matt’s immense form shifted. She sat up and started scooting backwards; pure instinct – in reality, his body spanned all directions above her. Far overhead, his softening erection caught her eye. She couldn’t stop staring – the rattata’s cockhead alone looked like it would rival her height. This was not at all what Cheri had expected from a risqué triste by the pool.

“Cheri?” His eyes scanned the towel like searchlights. “Hey, little lady, you down there? Spit up a ball of fire… or whatever it is that charizards do.

“Man, hope I didn’t knock her into the grass.” Matt started crawling over the towel. Cheri shrieked as his knee dug into the bikini top that she was on top of. Had he planted his knee even less than an inch to the left she would have been pulverized by it.

Cheri knew she had to get his attention, but she was still too shocked – the transition from a playful, sexy romp to… this. It was simply too much.

And, somehow, she was even more overwhelmed as Matt rose to his feet.

“Wait…” She held her hand up, as if that would be enough to catch the giant’s attention. His great, nude form loomed far overhead. Even his toes now stood taller than Cheri. Even then, he must not have put much effort into looking for her. The charizard’s burning tail should have at least been some sort of giveaway. “Matt? Matt!”

He squinted his eyes and surveyed the grass. “Ah, well.” Matt shrugged before bending down and pulling his swim trunks back on. “She’ll turn up eventually.” Whistling to himself, Matt walked off, treading upon clumps of grass twice as tall as Cheri.

It chagrined the charizard that Matt sounded more like he had lost a good toy, rather than the woman he just came all over. She crossed her arms and huffed. Didn’t he know how to treat a lady?

She left the sanctity of her circus tent of a bikini top and walked across the coarse fibers of her blanket. Everything looked absolutely alien. Even her own towel seemed massive, yet less intimidating than the tall grass beyond. Off in the distance looking like a fallen building was her bottle of lotion. She had teased Matt about being unable to squeeze anything out of it. Now, if she was only a little smaller, she could probably crawl inside the dispenser’s opening.

Under different circumstances, she might have enjoyed this situation in all its surrealness, but Cheri had been pumped and dumped – no one did that to her. And perhaps more importantly, though she was embarrassed that it miffed her at all, considering her dire situation: she never had the chance to finish masturbating.

Curling her claws into fists, the shrunken, agitated, and horny Pokémon glared in the direction Matt had wandered off. Her heart sank. Considering how huge he was, she figured he would be easy to pick out – but Matt was positively tiny compared to the crowd of towering, swimsuit-clad Pokémon dripping entire lakes worth of water out onto the concrete.

If it would be a feat for Cheri to catch the rattata’s attention, those buxom braixens and musclebound machokes probably wouldn’t even be able to see her, and if they did, instinct would tell them to swat her out of the air well before realizing it was the world’s smallest charizard flying in front of them, rather than some everyday pest.

If Cheri had been anything but a charizard, she might have given up, accepting her new miniscule life. Luckily for her, she had the ability to spread her graceful wings and bring herself up into the air.

Cheri took off. There was a small thrill in flying around in the nude while being totally unnoticed by the giant world she now found herself in. Even with her powerful wingbeats, she felt high off the ground even when she was only flying up to the knees of passersby. She wove between a tangle of legs. She braked and darted and whirled about in a desperate attempt to dodge the seemingly endless onslaught of Pokémon.

“Come on…” she hissed, pumping her wings harder. The sooner she found him, the sooner she might be able to get herself out of this mess. “He couldn’t have gotten far on those little legs.”

She was right – there he was.

Cheri felt immense relief at the sight of him. Mattata was alone in a hot tub. It was clearly made for smaller Pokémon such as himself. At her original height, she could’ve sat in it and plugged the entire thing with her ample ass. At this scale, it was like a boiling lake. She landed on its rim to take a breather, standing directly across from where the dark-type now lounged.

Mattata’s upper body hung out of the water, half-obscured by rising steam. His eyes were closed and he sported a satisfied smile; he looked to be basking in the afterglow after his “small” session with Cheri. Even in the distance, his size intimidated her, but she had no choice, so she ran forward and leapt over the pool. The charizard flew, making sure to stay far above the water, though she still felt its pleasant heat radiating from below. She tore tiny holes through clouds of vapor while flying towards her target.

He looked even bigger up close – like a god reclined in a caldera.

Cheri floated in front of the rattata, eyes hiking up his white-furred underbelly, suddenly unsure if tracking him down had been a good idea. She wasn’t even certain she could get his attention. However, watching that self-satisfied smile on his massive muzzle reminded her how annoyed she was with this mischievous rat. Baring her fangs and glaring up at Matt, she surged upwards. “Maaaaaatt!” she cried, loud as she could, slamming into his snout with her shoulder.

“Wha?” Matt’s eyes opened. He wrinkled his nose and frowned, huge head swiveling about to look for whatever had bopped him. Then, he froze. His eyes crossed and he looked past the length of his snout. Beyond it, arms folded over her chest, tiny wings vigorously flapping to keep her aloft, was Cheri in all her nude yet diminished glory.

“Hey!” Mattata exclaimed. Cheri winced, beating her wings harder. His words almost blew her away. “I was wondering where you ran off to. Sorry to play and run – I’m normally not that kinda guy.”

“Aren’t you going to help me?” In spite of her situation, Cheri felt her indignation rising. She landed right on Matt’s snout, both of his eyes crossing further to continue leering at her.   “I’d love to…” At least he could hear her. “But you’re not going to like the solution.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

Matt’s eyelids drooped – if she could see the entirety of his enormous face, she was sure the whole picture was a flirtatious expression. “You want to change your size, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Well – I think you can guess how you did it the first time.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” If she wasn’t a reptile, she would blush.

“Would I joke about something so serious?”

“Well, make it quick,” she snapped, her arms folded into a pout as she turned away from Matt. Though she would never admit it, part of her was excited. Cheri was a big woman, and men had a tendency not to measure up. The idea of seeing Matt’s endowment at such a massive scale let her imagination run wild, especially with the promise of a full-body cum bath.

“I mean…” Matt trailed off. “I can’t just get it up on command, babe. I need some encouragement.”

“Encouragement?” From the way she felt Matt’s snout heating up underneath her, Cheri knew exactly where that encouragement was meant to come from. “How’s this, then?”

She turned back around, unveiling her breasts. Cheri’s thick thighs spread to reveal the smooth lips between. Her legs still had a lustrous sheen – a blend of lotion and traces of juice that had leaked from her folds during their previous session.

Matt snorted. “Sorry, toots, I’ve seen bigger curves on a joltik. You’re going to have to put yourself to work if you want things to get really hot and heavy.”

“Bigger curves on a...” She huffed, her tail slapping Matt’s snout. “You know, it’s not about the size of the curves.

“It’s how you use them.”

To her surprise, Cheri discovered a flirtatious smile creeping onto her face. The little guy may have been a bit careless with his unique ability to shrink Pokémon, but if he could still grow her back, well – no use crying over a few temporarily lost feet.

She started to use Mattata’s snout as the world’s smallest—and no doubt strangest—runway.

Her sultry walk had her chest heaving, hips swaying. Partway through, she brought herself down onto the ground, breasts pressed against his snout while her legs kicked up in the air. Arching her tongue just right, she winked before emitting a puff of smoke from her maw in the shape of a heart.

Cheri got up and stretched, further accentuating her figure before she drew even closer to Matt’s head. She pushed her curves right up between his eyes, dragging her breasts along that bridge and letting out a quiet moan.

A low moan from below told her that she was doing her job.

Cheri strolled away with similar confidence. She never once looked back at Matt’s eyes, instead allowing him to fixate on the hypnotic sway of her thick tail. One, two, one, two – flick! On each dramatic flourish of that flame-tipped tail, Matt was given a glimpse of her miniaturized rump. Once she reached the tip of his snout, she sank her claws into her right ass cheek, further accentuating her curviness while she swiveled her long neck to wink back at Matt.

“Talk about a private show,” Mattata murmured.

“Let’s see a joltik do that,” Cheri hissed under her breath. Then, she went to survey her handiwork.

Peering down off the edge of Mattata’s snout was like looking down from a sheer cliff hanging precariously over the ocean.

As she scanned those boiling seas, her breath caught when she saw it. It looked like a pink, fleshy island, slicked with water and twitching every few moments. Before today, Cheri never would have considered describing a man’s erection as “breathtaking.”

“All aboard the S.S. Matt.”

It would’ve been a lame line had she not still been gawking down at his length. Even if it was supposed to grow her back, Cheri felt like being within an inch of Matt’s shaft constituted a safety hazard.

Cheri might have continued with her ogling, but Mattata had other plans. She cried out – she was already tumbling off of his snout before she could take hold of anything. His simple act of looking down had sent her into freefall. Just before she dropped into the depths of the hot tub, her wings unfurled, barely managing to keep her over the water. She glared back up at Matt, who grinned down at her, one of his hands already tugging at his cock. Even his fingers intimidated her at this size.

“Go right for the head,” he ordered. “Don’t want to miss out on a single drop.”

Cheri didn’t. She had no idea how this entire shrinking and growing process worked, so she feared that missing any drops might mean she would only grow back to a foot or two tall.

She fluttered towards Matt’s erection, flying above the parts of his towering length that his fingers were already coiled around. Hovering in front of his skyward-pointed cockhead, she swallowed. There was a faint scent wafting from it, one that almost made Cheri’s mouth water. She hadn’t forgotten about her previous session being interrupted, and even close proximity to Mattata’s potent length made her want to pick up where she had left off.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know. Just crawl on. I’ll take it ni-ice and slow. Don’t want to chuck any passengers overboard.” His ministering fingers slowed to a gentler pace – light and simple strokes made to maintain his erection, rather than tease out the inevitable conclusion.

Cheri flitted over. Her feet landed on the spongy, unstable surface of his cock tip. Now, his masculine aroma overpowered the faint scent of chlorine that seeped into everything near the pool, further driving her to excitement.

She couldn’t take it any longer – she started giving Matt a lap dance.

Well, not a lap dance in the conventional sense. More of a… tip-of-the-cock dance? That didn’t roll off the tongue quite as well. Nevertheless, she put her little body to work. Her curves swiveled and slid across his sensitive cockhead. Every time her smooth, round ass dragged along the right nerves near the edge of his slit, it elicited a shudder like an earthquake.

It was her turn to smirk up at Matt.

She started dragging her breasts along the tip of his cock and using her tiny hands to knead its yielding surface; a far cry from the casual tit-fuck she had delivered earlier today. Yet with the combined work of Matt’s massive hand and her more feminine touch, it wasn’t long before the first sticky strands of rattata pre started dribbling out.

Cheri eagerly gathered a sticky handful and started lathering it over her body – she quickly took it a step further, sliding a pre-slicked finger in between her legs, finally giving into her own desires.

She started schlicking away with those first few strands of his arousal serving as slight lubrication.

Cheri couldn’t wait for her first growth spurt – to be given the chance to start teasing Matt as she regained her height advantage little by little. However, as the seconds passed, Cheri realized her feet weren’t dimpling Matt’s cockhead nearly as much as they had been. The slit she stood near was lengthening. Every aspect of Matt was becoming grander, more intense.

In short, Cheri was shrinking.

Deciding to be responsible, she reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her lips. “Matt!” she cried up, an accusatory glare on her face. “It’s not working.”

“Can’t hear you. But don’t worry about the shrinking – you covered yourself in my pre. That’s not the main event.”

“So, only his cum will make me grow,” she deduced. Hands on her hips, she surveyed the expanding pink terrain of Mattata cock meat. “Well…” She smirked, kneeling down to resume her work. “I do like a challenge.”

Even tinier than before, and guiltily becoming more turned on from Matt’s scent by the second, Cheri practically attacked his cock. Her reduced stature simply meant she had to put more effort into it. Grinding. Grabbing. Licking. Biting. Her sharp fangs couldn’t even pierce Mattata at this scale, but he could still feel her gnawing at his spongy surface, and he seemed to like the sensation quite a bit.

Matt’s gales of breath grew heavier, his exhalations displacing wisps of steam wafting up from the water. Cheri cried out, clinging tightly onto his cockhead with her ineffectual claws, lest she be blown away by the sudden tempest.

The fleshy terrain underneath Cheri started moving. Matt’s hips shifted, and she heard what sounded like an ocean’s worth of water roaring as it cascaded down off of his fur. Along with Matt, his erection was breaching; breaching – there was a word she never would have thought to use to describe the movement of someone’s dick, let alone one as “tiny” as this. Cheri started sliding down the side of Matt’s cockhead. No matter how tightly she gripped, the pre-slicked surface that was still shrinking her proved difficult to hold onto.

Cheri felt a moment’s relief when Matt’s massive form finally settled out of the hot tub, only his legs now soaking in its waters. She realized he must have been preparing for the impending eruption.

“Better get up to the tip-top, little lady,” Mattata sighed. “It’s – ah… gonna blow, soon.”

Even without the promise of her old height, Cheri would have done it. She was intoxicated at this point, dragging herself up the head of Matt’s ever-growing penis towards its slit, her wings too weighed down with pre to be of any use. She occasionally stopped her ascent to indiscriminately lick up salty sweet strands of pre. She was terrified yet so aroused, brushing her breasts along sensitive nerves so near a cock slit she could have fallen into. She was leaking without even touching herself, her libido lost to some feral frenzy as a hungry need for Matt’s seed overpowered reason.

“Open wi-ide,” Mattata said in a breathy, sing-song voice.

And as Cheri leaned over that slowly dilating slit that she could have fallen into, she did. At last, she would grow, then she would have her own playful revenge.

She was right in front of the blast zone when it erupted. Mattata’s semen burst free, sweeping over Cheri. The charizard was swept up by the sheer force. She could only see white while being blown into the air.

Her wings spread wide, but they couldn’t beat – they were totally soaked with rattata semen. Cheri could only brace herself as she blindly tumbled across a soft terrain. She rolled about – a fiery bundle of bouncing curves smaller than a grain of sand. It seemed like she would never stop rolling against the slight incline, until she smacked right up against something hard and wet.

Cheri scrambled to her feet, breathless and bleary-eyed. She examined the soaking white strand that she stood upon. As the world rolled about again, the charizard hugged tightly to the protrusion. Everything settled, Matt’s deafening sigh on the horizon.

That was when it clicked that she was on Matt. And if she was on Matt…

Cheri let go of the white tree – it wasn’t a tree at all. It was a single strand of short, white fur amidst a forest of thousands of them. What she stood upon was his skin. “No,” she gasped, realizing that the fur in front of her was growing taller – rather, still caked in Matt’s cum, she was still shrinking.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Matt’s voice was ever-present. Movement as much as booming sound. “I know you’re probably confused. But when I told you that my cum would change your size, well…

“I never said it would make you grow back.”

Cheri had to get out of here. Shaking her body until the last remaining droplets of cum sloughed off, she started to fly up into the air. Yet, as she ascended, her shrinking continued.

Her wings beat furiously. She was trying to fly out from the tangle of pubic fur. Her eyes were wide as his fur appeared to be racing up past her. In reality, Cheri was shrinking at such a rapid pace that no matter how fast she accelerated it felt like she was losing ground.

Matt’s cum had utterly saturated her body. She had inserted it right between her lips. She had gulped it down as if it was keeping her alive.

Her diminishing flight covered a span so pitifully miniscule that it was like she wasn’t moving at all compared to the vast world above and below her.

Letting out a final, frustrated cry, Cheri surged upwards. Had she been her normal height, that effort would have pushed her up past the clouds. There were no clouds here, though. Just skyscraper-sized strands of fur that were growing taller and wider by the second.

The sight that finally broke Cheri’s determination was Matt’s face as he peered down into his own pubes. He looked beyond enormous. Of course he did – she couldn’t even fly up past a single piece of his fur. If the moon had been floating somewhere up there between Cheri and his visage, she wouldn’t have been surprised; he looked that far-off.

If she had listened hard enough, she could have made out his words. Cheri had other things to worry about, however, as the world’s smallest charizard was blown downwards by the concussive wind created by indiscernible syllables. Her wings were no match. She landed and rolled, tumbling about on skin with grooves that now resembled trenches. Miraculously, her rapid descent of what felt like thousands of feet hadn’t hurt – one added benefit from her downsizing: it had somehow made her more durable.

Matt’s smug face still dominated the sky, as if to gloat over his deception. Though even he may have balked, had he realized how ludicrously tiny Cheri had become.

Still, Cheri would get his attention one way or another. One last act of defiance, she threw her head back and let heat build in her belly before she craned her neck down and blew a fire blast at his fur in frustration. One of the most lethal moves at a fire-type’s disposal, and it didn’t do a thing! The strands were so dense and monolithic, it was like attacking a mountainside and expecting it to combust.

Thoom.

And what was that?

Thoom.

Cheri froze. She saw the titanic strands around her slightly swaying.

It wasn’t Matt. He seemed to be totally still, perhaps pondering Cheri’s very fate at that moment.

“I could have sworn I saw her come this way.”

A woman’s voice. Not nearly as loud as Matt’s, yet still booming to Cheri’s tiny ears. Two shapes were coming into view from the thicket of rattata fur.

There was a nude dragonite woman walking across Matt. She was massive. So massive, Cheri cowered when her feet settled just in front of her. Cheri was a speck compared to even one of her sleek, claw-tipped toes.

“Put me down, maybe I can find her,” a voice from up above said. Cheri winced as that dragonite plucked a slender, male leafeon from between her breasts. Cheri cried out and fell to the ground watching that giant lower her smaller companion onto Matt’s flesh.

The leafeon wasn’t as enormous, but considering he stood ankle-high to the godlike dragonite who was nothing more than a speck to Matt, that was hardly a consolation. He squinted and scanned the terrain of Matt’s body, sniffing the air, as if anything besides the ever-present aroma of Matt’s arousal could take precedence here.

“Anything?” the dragonite boomed from worlds above.

“I don’t think so,” the leafeon sighed.

Cheri’s heart skipped a beat. Were they looking for her? This might have been her only chance to be found! To be seen by someone. To be protected and taken care of in this alien landscape. Though they might have been giants, Cheri would gladly take their help – anyone’s help.

The charizard gathered heat in her gut once again. She flapped her wings and raced towards the leafeon. Fire surged free once more – this time, it was a fire blast directly at the leafeon’s toe.

“Ouch!”

Maybe it had been a small miscalculation to loose a fire-type attack on a towering grass-type, though.

The leafeon’s paw was singed in some miniscule spot. Reflexively, his paw rose then stomped down against Matt’s flesh. Cheri could only watch helplessly as that paw descended right down on top of her. The grass-type’s foot was as soft as the warm, living ground she was pressed against, and her improved durability seemed to shield her from being crushed, but not from being trapped. Everything was dark underneath the leafeon’s foot.

“Everything okay?” The dragonite’s voice was still easy to recognize outside of her prison.

“Yeah,” the leafeon replied. He started walking. Cheri was so small she was completely plastered to the underside of his foot, and each step further ensnared her. “Just thought I felt something.”

“Maybe she got that small,” the dragonite said, but judging from her tone, it was meant as a joke.

“Yeah, could you imagine? I don’t think it’s possible to even shrink that small.” Soon, Cheri was lifted into the air. She was still completely pinned to the leafeon’s paw – she realized he was being picked up by the much larger dragonite.

“Ah,” he contentedly sighed. “There are some perks to being one of the small ones.”

As the leafeon was deposited between the dragonite’s breasts, Cheri was squished between paw and bosom – a soft yet inescapable prison of flesh and scale for her to sulk between.

The charizard closed her eyes, allowing warm paw and cool scale to smother her body. She was smaller than small, totally trapped as the dragonite’s breasts wobbled with her movements.

“I’m sure she’ll turn up,” the dragonite said, sending vibrations through her body that Cheri could feel. “Let’s return to camp and send some smaller scouts out to look for her.”

Cheri was unwittingly brought along for the ride. With a sigh, she settled in, wondering just how many people now claimed the mischievous, towering rattata as their home, and how many were like her – small enough to be lost amidst even microscopic Pokémon.

At the very least, she was stuck to the foot of someone cute. Huge as the leafeon was, maybe once she got him to notice her—a few fire blasts in the right places were sure to get his attention—she could finally have the opportunity to get off today.