title: Downsizing Employees aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [VividLucidity] id: [31928939] date: 星期一, 十一月 14日 2022, 4:10:12 下午 modified: 星期一, 十一月 14日 2022, 5:08:36 下午

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Downsizing Employees

Author: VividLucidity Source: Downsizing Employees

Shrinking, M/F, nano sized shrinking, horse anthro, female tiny, human tiny, cock and balls worship, teasing, non vore

DING!

As the bell chimed and the elevator lurched to a stop, Carla wished she just could slip into the cracks and disappear. When the doors opened to reveal an opulent, empty hallway, she felt like she didn’t belong here. And when she stepped through, doors closing behind her before the elevator descended, leaving her truly alone, she knew something was going to go wrong. She just knew it.

But Carla knew she couldn’t shrink away from her obligations; she had to do this. After all, waiting wouldn’t make it disappear, would it? So, with a faint tremble in her heart she strode forwards down the hallway, ready to get it over and done with. All she hoped was that it would be a small meeting…

Carla’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she shuffled forwards, dull echoes reverberating down the empty hallway. Doors along the sides lead to various management offices, while the doorway to the CEO’s office stood strong at the very end. An office she had been summoned to for a meeting.

She hadn’t even seen him before, having only heard of his fearsome reputation, yet somehow, he wanted to have a meeting with her. She wasn’t even anybody important or special, just another low-level employee at the technology company she worked at and he owned.

Like all the other female employees, her clothes were nothing more than a plain white skirt and blouse, her uniform, which hung loosely on her short, thin body. She was just a human girl, barely out of her teens, with a meek appearance and short, brown hair. The kind of person to blend into a crowd. The only noteworthy thing about her was the hint of makeup on her cheeks; she liked to be beautiful. After all, it attracted nice boys, with their strong muscles, firm grip, and hard, throbbing…

A trip, a stumble, and a wet patch between her legs interrupted her, making her shake herself back to reality. Her strong libido gave her a nasty habit of fantasising from time to time. As the heat flushed through her body she tugged at her collar and panted like a dog in heat. The air-conditioning had been broken for a few weeks while the city sweltered through a heatwave, leaving everyone hot and bothered. And her dreams, arousal, and what she watched during work hours definitely didn’t help things.

But any dreams stopped dead when she realised where she was: right in front of his door. Looking up at its imposing frame, she took a deep gulp; she was nervous. Taking a deep breath, she rapped her knuckles against the wood of the door.

“Uhh, hello?” she asked, voice meek and unassuming.

“Ahh yes, I’ve been expecting you. Come in. Now.” A deep voice rumbled through the door and Carla immediately took a sharp breath. It sounded so strong, so forceful, she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together and squirm in delight. Her mind quickly wandered to what he’d be like in bed, what his length would feel like between her thighs…

Another blush and damp patch, before she pushed the thoughts from her mind with a giggle.

Now wasn’t the time to be fantasising about her boss, she realised. Besides, she had plenty of time to fantasise later, once she finished the meeting, got back to work and watching her video. So, with a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Only to be stopped in her tracks by the sight of her boss, with his appearance simply taking her breath away.

He was a large horse anthro, with black fur and a piercing gaze that burned through her, the small, scared girl. He wore a dark set of jeans and a black suit that merely added to his imposing figure. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body; he’d just returned from a moment of exercise. Exercise that showed in his thick frame and bulging muscles. He had to be at least two metres tall!

Reclining in a large, leather chair beneath his polished wood desk, he gazed down upon her with finger intertwined. His eyes were filled with a burning hunger, like a tiger sizing up a delicious morsel. Yet even from his sitting position he towered over her, taking her breath away, he had to be at least two metres tall.

Carla simply stopped in place, frozen by his appearance. She stood in the doorway like a stunned fish as she gazed upon his massive form while time blurred together. A burning ache in her lungs told her to breathe, and when she did, she took a deep lungful of the sweat and musk permeating the room. It wasn’t much, yet to her sex crazed form it wormed deep into her lungs and set her loins alight. She wanted him. She wanted her weak, meek form to be completely and utterly dominated by him.

And he was more than aware of this, drinking up her adoration and desire while smirking down at her. She was putty in his hands before he even said a word.

“Distracted?~” he asked with a chuckle, voice rumbling through the room and into her body. Shuddering as the words rumbled through her, she then looked up with a start..

“Uhh, no, no!” she gasped, blushing madly as her hands went to her crotch, trying to hide the steadily growing patch. It wasn’t working. But he didn’t say a word, merely smirking and cocking an eyebrow at her before looking back to the computer screen before him. Colourful light flashed across his face, shifting, changing, he was scrolling through images perhaps? Whatever he saw amused him though, he smirked at each new one.

“Sit. I need to talk to you about something.” Without even looking up, he gestured towards the seat before her on the opposite side of the desk. It was a small, rotating office chair. Head stooped low Carla hurried towards it but stopped before sitting down. Her body was screaming at her, telling her that something was wrong. His predatory gaze, the atmosphere in the office, this wasn’t just a meeting. Something was wrong, very wrong, and she had to get out of there now, before it was too la…

“Was I not clear?”

All it took was his voice, and Carla quickly sat down without a second thought. The leather crinkled beneath her weight. But when she looked up to meet his gaze, she shrunk back down and gripped the arm-rests. He had risen from his chair, knuckles gripping the table as he loomed upwards and looked down at her. He was simply massive, body silhouetted against the window behind him like a mountain against a sunset.

With more of his body revealed, she could see his dark, tight fitting black jeans made from a smooth, fine fibre. They were quite tight, with his bulging muscles straining against the surface, clear as day. And of course, one prominent bulge between his legs, pressing out as if straining to break free. Her eyes were drawn to it like a moth to a flame while her mind quickly wandered to the dirty, dirty things he could do with the hidden implement. It took the shock of realising she was staring at his boss’s package for her eyes to break away and look at the tall, imposing horse on a whole. She looked up with a mix of admiration, and terror.

He chuckled lowly at the sight, tiny beads of sweat rolling down his form. After all, he always did believe that fear was best at keeping employees in line, and there was nothing like a good bit of worship. He leaned just a bit forward while Carla shrunk back in turn.

“Carla Miniae … tell me … do you know why you’re here?”

“N-no…”

He cocked an eye brow and smirked. He fell back into his chair with a low thud and a groan of overstressed metal. “Really? You can’t even guess? You don’t think there’s any possible reason why you’d be before me right now. None at all?”

Carla’s heart began to pound in her throat while her eyes darted. She could feel herself being boxed in with these questions, and worst of all, she didn’t know where it was taking her. A part of her worried he might know … but she pushed the thoughts aside. There was no way he could know.

“N-no sir … none at all.”

He snorted, nostrils flaring as a blast of hot air shot over and washed over her body. Her blush grew bigger with the scent of his musk caught in that gale.

“Nothing at all, hmm? Then what would you call this?”

He grabbed the monitor before him and turned it to face Carla. She blinked a few times, struggling to make sense of it, before stopping in shock. She knew exactly what it was. It was the desktop of her work-computer, folders opened to reveal pages upon pages of material that was very not safe for work. He began to scroll, and her jaw dropped lower as page after page of content scrolled past her eyes. It was her deepest and darkest desires: giant men, tiny women, domination, shrinking women, stud worship, complete and utter domination, and horses big enough to blot out the sun. Horses just like him, smirking at her while her pants grew moist, being turned on by the content even when it was shown before her by her boss.

He turned the screen back towards him. Seconds dragged on for what felt like minutes as they stared at each other. He was grinning, while she just flapped her mouth uselessly as she tried to work up the ability to speak.

“That … that … I … I’ve … ne-ne-never seen that … th-that before in my life…”

Another amused snort and wave of hot air washed over her.

“You’ve never seen any of it before, huh? Let me refresh your memory for you then~”

He looked back to the screen and moved his keyboard and mouse.

“Ahh, this is my favourite one. You just read it about 30 minutes ago~ Let’s see… ‘…and with a grunt and flex of his muscles, his body exploded in size. Everything grew, everything shifted with the world blurring around me. He was growing! The ceiling quickly shattered beneath his taut muscles, and as he grew taller and taller, I fell into a deeper shadow beneath his immense form.

And all throughout it, he stared at me. Eyes bigger than a house stared at me, no, through me. I was so tiny before his might, I was just a bug beneath his step. Ready to be crushed beneath his might. He could do anything, literally anything to me, and all I’d be able to do was scream.

Furred digits the size of highways descended upon me, and before the scream even left my lips, I was before his imposing muzzle and his piercing gaze. He snorted in disgust, rank breath washing over my form like a tidal wave, before opening his sopping wet maw wide. I screamed, but he didn’t care as he threw me inside…’… well, I think that sums it up nicely now, doesn’t it? I have to say though, the idea of you being tiny like that … it’s quite hot~”

Silence reigned spare the thundering of Carla’s heart as she stared up at him, shocked that her deepest and darkest secrets were laid before him. If he was just any other person like anybody else, she’d brush it off with a joke and some anger, but him? A strong, tall stallion with massive muscles that neatly slotted into each and every single one of her fantasies? She didn’t know what to think. While she didn’t possess such a tool, it was the exact definition of a confused boner. One thing was for certain though, she was so embarrassed, she just wished she could shrink away into the cracks and never be seen again. Her cheeks burned while she looked away, unable to meet his piercing stare.

“Now, little girl,” he thundered, voice taking on a half smug, half terrifying tone. “I was going to be lenient with you. Dock a few weeks’ pay, maybe get you to suck me off beneath the table…”

Carla’s entire body shuddered at the thought. Would being punished by him be so bad, she wondered?

“…but you lied to me about it. I don’t like it when my employees forget who is in charge, who is in control. Even when I had a world of evidence to prove what you did, you lied, thinking you could trick me. And that, coupled with watching pornographic material at work, is very much a fireable offence…”

“Wait wait no!” Carla screamed, the threat of unemployment bursting her out of her stupor.

“I need this job, please, don’t fire me!”

“Oh, should I know? Why should I let you work at my company, you little slut?”

The word slammed through her body like a rock through a pane glass window. She physically winced while faint teardrops welled in her eyes.

“All you do is sit at your desk and masturbate, wasting the money of my company, my money. You don’t deserve it.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry, it’ll never happen again!” She pleaded, tears starting to form. “I’ll work extra hours for you, just please, don’t fire me!”

“Whatever.” he snorted, looking back to his screen. His fingers thundered over the keyboard as he began to type. “I don’t care. I’m writing up your letter of termination now. You’ll be out on the street in less than an hour…”

“But I’m sorry! I promise you, I’ll never do anything like this again!” she pleaded. Gripping the arm-rests, she leaned forwards as she beseeched her case. “I promise you!”

“I don’t believe you. Besides, there are a thousand girls like you desperate for a job. They’ll probably work for less, and not stain my polished floors with cum.”

“But you don’t understand, I need this job! I’ll do anything for you, anything!”

Suddenly, he stopped. His fingers fell still on the keyboard, while silence fell over the room once more. He slowly turned his head towards her and stared straight through her, a smile slowly growing across his face. Immediately she regretted her decision.

“Anything you say?” he asked with a clear smirk.

“Ye-yes. Anything. I promise yo-yo-you…”

He slowly blinked, before looking to the screen, back to her, back to the screen, before settling on her again.

“Fine.” he snorted, and Carla sighed in relief. “If it’ll stop your whining, then maybe I can keep you working here.”

Carla collapsed back into the chair, clutching her chest in a vain attempt to slow her racing heart. That was close. Meanwhile, her boss reached behind the desk and grabbed a large, metal case. With a heavy pound he hefted it up onto the wood, but Carla didn’t think anything of it. She was still trying to settle her pounding heart and her racing breath that inhaled more of that intoxicating musk.

“Maybe I was a bit rash before.” He said, flicking open the latches. “But you can’t keep your old job though, I will have to demote you. I don’t think you deserve that position anyway.” The last latch open, he opened up the lid. His grin merely grew as he gazed upon what was stored inside. But Carla didn’t notice.

“The hours will be long,” he continued “, and you’ll be working close to me so I can keep a very close eye on you.”

“Tha … thank you sir.” The stabbing pain began to ebb away from Carla’s heart, helped away by the titillating concept of working with him. “I won’t disappoint you, no matter what job you give me…”

“Good, good~” he rumbled, amusement clear in his voice. “Now stand up so I can get you ready for your new role.”

With shaking legs, Carla pulled herself to her feet.

“So, what do you need to do now?” she asked.

“Just this~”

With that, he closed the case’s lid, pointed a strange device at her, and pulled the trigger.

ZAP!

Before she could even scream, a pink flash enveloped her body and consumed her vision before disappearing just as fast. She froze in place, hyperventilating. What was that?! A low tingle began to seep through her body, and she was filled with a horrible dread and sense of impending doom…

And then the world exploded away from her. Everything stretched out like bubble gum, racing away from her like a receding wave. Her gut lurched as if she crested a hill on a rollercoaster while the floor fell away from beneath her, before coming back just as fast. A flash of motion and vertigo, leaving her feeling stranger, lighter, as if she wasn’t all there.

Shrieking, she looked over her body, trying to find out what was wrong, but stopped when she realised her clothes were now a size too big. Looking back up, she saw a world around her somewhat bigger than she last remembered it. Her heart started to pound while her chest heaved.

“What’s going on?!” she screamed as she began to look around, looking for the door…

“You’re shrinking, speck.” His voice rumbled through her body and snapped her to attention, somehow sounding deeper, more powerful than she remembered. Gasping, she looked up to him, the horse that was even larger than before, while he stared down at her with an evil glint in his eyes. He stood up and began to circle round the desk to her.

“It’s one of our latest developments, and I’m glad to finally get the chance to test it on a little test subject like you~” With every syllable of his deep voice, every slam of his feet across the tiled ground, her precious height left her in small spurts. She screamed and gasped, but her eyes were firmly locked in terror at the imposing horse striding towards her. With every second he became bigger in her eyes, more intimidating, and her loins burned brighter as well. But she barely felt it, the terror of the moment gripping her tight and not letting go.

By the time he stepped around his desk and stood before her, she lost ten centimetres (4 inches) of her height. She was now just one and a half metres (5 feet) tall. Her clothes hung loosely to her body, sleeves going up to her wrists while her skirt hung at a weird angle. She looked like she was wearing clothes several sizes too big for her.

But such matters were of little concern to her, with her body meaning almost nothing to her now. Her entire world was the horse standing before her, of whom her eyes only reached up to the underside of their broad chest. A chest that crept upwards from her vision. She was losing about a centimetre (quarter of an inch) with every second. She craned her neck upwards just to meet his sneering gaze. His arms were crossed, and he looked disgusted almost, as if she wasn’t worth him time. A sentiment she felt keenly.

He snorted and a wave of hot air blasted across her face, ruffling her hair and filling her lungs with the scent of sweat and musk. A musk that felt stronger, richer; she didn’t know if it was due to her size, or whether she was closer to the dark depths that held it. The raw terror took precedence in her mind.

“Now, let me explain how this is going to work, little speck.” She shuddered at the word, it becoming more and more true with every second. Her skirt slipped downwards while her panties fell away between her legs, the waistband having nothing to grip onto. She yelped and held her hand across her crotch to keep her skirt in place and maintain her decency. But as the towering horse before her grew and grew, she felt her modesty start to slip away…

“You belong to the company now, you belong to me. I’m going to demote you until you feel like you’re tiny enough to make up for your transgressions against me.”

With no breasts to support it, her bra fell away from her body and tumbled down between her chest and her loosened skirt. Her hands awkwardly reached to grab it and cover her chest. She was now cross legged, hands across her chest and crotch in a desperate attempt to maintain her ever-loosening clothes.

“Say stop and I’ll stop the process, assuming I can hear you at that point~”

By the time he finished speaking, Carla was just one and a quarter metres (4 feet) tall, putting her just over half his height. His smooth, toned belly loomed in front of her like a cliff face, while his belt was at the level of her neck. When she looked up and realised he was as tall as a one story building relative to her, she realised the gravity of the situation she was in. Heart pounding like a jackhammer, chest heaving, she could do nothing but scream and shriek incoherently. This amused him more than anything to hear her cries dwindle away.

Below the fear was embarrassment, cheeks flushed red while she desperately clung to the few clothes she had left. But it wasn’t just her embarrassment that made her cheeks burn bright; it was arousal too. A deep-seated burn in her body, buried beneath layers of terror, that told her to accept it and let it all go, submit to the stallion before her. Her lower lips were moist, her body reacting carnally to the situation which only deepened her embarrassment.

But one thing was clear: she had to stop this, now. After all, she was human, and had a primal fear against beings larger than her, no matter what her dark fetishes might say.

“Ple-please …”she stammered, emotions making her throat tight and her lips numb. “…plplease st-st-sto…”

“What was that?” he sneered, looking down at her in every sense of the word. “Speak up, I can’t hear you speck.”

The last of her fingers receded away inside of her sleeves, her clothes now much too big for her.

“I … I ww-wa-want you-you to st-sto…”

“You want me to stomp you flat, hmm? ~” he sneered, she shrieked at the mention of the word. Half from terror, half from a carnal spike that sent nectar dribbling down her bare inner thigh. Another spurt reduced her to a head taller than half his height.

“You’re almost small enough for that now, bug~”

“I’m no-not a bug, I’m a pe-pe-person!” she wailed, looking up to him with teary eyes. He just snorted and rolled his eyes, a casual motion that stabbed through her heart like an icicle.

“No, you’re not, pitiful bug. And what are you doing with those clothes, you don’t deserve them…”

Suddenly, he reached down towards her. Hands the size of her chest arced towards her. She screamed and held up her hands, trying to ward him off, but it was a pitiful defence. He simply brushed arms aside as if they weren’t there. Furred digits groped across her chest and squeezed her breasts, not on purpose, but it brought a squeal from her all the same. But he just pulled downwards and with no effort at all, all the clothes slid off her body.

Skirt, dress, socks and shoes, all reduced to a pile beneath her feet. Leaving a small, naked and scared little girl behind. She was stunned. Everything just seemed to stop for a moment as she looked over her naked form, hyperventilating. Her naked body was smooth and lithe with fair skin free of moles or blemishes. Her breasts were small, even before her diminishment, yet were perky and smooth. And between her legs was a smooth little slit, all neatly timed and shaved. She was a beautiful girl at least, with clear effort put towards making her attractive to men.

But right now, shrinking away with every second, she was just nothing more than a piece of meat before his eyes. His leering gaze drunk up her form, looking at whatever he wished without shame. She was his after all.

Carla was just stunned. Her cheeks began to burn brighter and brighter in raw embarrassment as she watched him leer and stare at her. Eyes wandered over her body without shame as he stared at whatever he wanted, since to him, she was his after all. She couldn’t even cover her breasts she was that stunned and embarrassed.

With another spurt she was brought down to just half his height. At the corner of her vision was his desk that stood taller than her, she couldn’t even see what was on it anymore. For a moment, she thought about climbing on top, maybe getting at the shrinking controls, but stopped just as fast. She stopped because her head had turned back, back towards the mountain of man before her, and she realised what was right in front of her face.

His crotch, with an unmistakeable bulge pressing out, just centimetres from her face. It looked as big as a normal man’s dick, and it was still trapped in his flaccid! She swore she could see it throb with his heartbeat, and she swore she could feel it too. Heat radiated out like a furnace and only deepened her blush.

Meanwhile, he just grinned at the sight of a girl brought to her figurative knees just by the sight of his cock. Her body was frozen stiff, and her lungs barely drew air.

“What’s wrong?” He snorted, hot air slamming into her body like a tornado’s gale. “My cock is nearly bigger than you at this point~”

He then suddenly thrust forwards, making her scream and stumble back from her pile of clothes. She took three steps, but he only needed one, his foot slamming down right in front of her clothes. For her the ground trembled, but he didn’t even feel it. He reached down and grabbed them before tossing them onto his desk like a pile of rags. For some reason, that felt almost right to her.

“I’ll probably sell your clothes later on, give them to someone who can wear them, unlike you~” he sneered, giving another snort.

Everything was a rush and blur, a billion conflicting thoughts of terror, embarrassment and undeniable desire. She didn’t know what to think. She breathed deep, only to get another lungful of his musk and sweat. It was even stronger, a rich, thick mixture that worked to her loins and set them alight. It was all just so confusing…

“Submit.” His voice rumbled through the air, shaking her body, and she looked up to see his piercing gaze. “That’s all you can hope to be, speck.”

And then it all clicked. She exhaled slowly, a faint mist of musk and moisture leaving her lungs. She realised that she was getting everything she ever wanted. Of course, she was terrified, fear coursing through her veins, but so did desire. It was a big, blurred mess of raw emotion in which desire won control of her body. And so, when she looked back up to the mountain before her, his eyes burning towards her, her eyes were filled with both fear and desire. She couldn’t run, with her legs rooted towards the floor, while a blush steadily grew across her rosy cheeks.

Desire he could read as clear as day, with his grin widening as he leered at the shrinking girl.

“You’re getting off this, aren’t you, you dirty little pervert~” he teased, and she blushed madly, before losing a few more inches in height. She didn’t care that the bottom of her former chair might’ve come up to her head, every tile on the floor might’ve been big enough to hold her or that his mere arm might’ve been thicker than her body. All of her attention was drawn to him and his cruel words that set him alight.

“Shrinking away to be a bug while you’re staining the floor with your little spurts of cum~ How pathetic.” He continued grinning as he watched her diminish away, with her now reaching halfway up his thigh. She’d be barely able to reach his cock if she wanted to. But oh, how she wanted to, with her body burning bright for him with every teasing word.

“Maybe I should sit on you, use you as a cushion~ Nah, I doubt you’ll be able to be good at even that, you little runt~” She now barely came up past his knee. The room was now as big as her house, but her gaze was stolen by the two-story giant looming in front of her.

“Or maybe … maybe I’ll have you for a snack” he teased while licking his lips, eliciting a shudder through her body. “On second thought, nah. You’d barely keep me full till lunch, you’re that small and pathetic”

Carla was now just the size of a small doll. She was just 30 centimetres (one foot) tall, able to fit into her shoe like a bed, and able to be crushed by the same shoe as well for that matter She was tiny, weak and frail, just like how he liked it. And still, she continued to shrink, while it had slowed, it was still going. But she didn’t care. She could do nothing but gawk at him, at all his strength, all his power and all his size. He was the size of a four-story tall building, a temple dedicated purely to him and all his might. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

And he just grinned at her, drinking up her awe and adoration.

“You’re getting hard to see speck, maybe I should get a closer look at you…” he rumbled before leaning down and moving to snatch her up! She screamed and tried to run but couldn’t even take a step before his right hand snapped shut over her and lifted her towards the sky. Thick, furred fingers as wide as her body closed over her and held her tight. Arms pinned by her side, legs dangling out the bottom while her head laid on top, she could do nothing but wriggle and scream as she ascended.

Looking over the edge of his warm fingers she saw the ground peel away like she was on a rocket-ship. In reality though he was languidly lifting her up. After all, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere, was she? And watching her wriggling and thrash, yet not even budge a mere finger made his cock throb and press harder and harder against his tight jeans.

A bulge she definitely noticed as she passed his waist, with her breath leaving her lungs in a shuddering exhale. It was like a natural monument. It was as big as one relative to her at least. And it only grew bigger, both in size and her diminishing scale, with her body continuing to shrink away. His grip became stronger, his fur became courser as she slipped away inside his grip. He was just so tight, she felt like she could just slip away into his grip…

Her struggles slowly went still, a fact that brought another hot snort from her new owner. He could feel her shrink away and it was delightful for him.

“You’re so weak, so fragile…” he rumbled as she passed his chest. “…just one little squeeze…” he squeezed her tightly, bringing a fresh scream from her body as the air left her lungs and her ribcage bent, “…and POP, no more Carla. Just a red smear.”

She should’ve been terrified, but it turned her on more and more, even as he squeezed her yet again. Her crotch dribbled femcum into his fur, matting the thick, coarse fibres down with every drop.

“Just a red smear before I wish you down my marble sink, never to be seen again.” He couldn’t deny it though, the thought was tempting. He lived for power, for control, and what was a greater display of power than to end an entire life with just a squeeze of the wrist? Yet it was for the same reason that he refrained. After all, ending a life in an instant is such a waste, especially when there are much more fun things that could be done.

So, he merely continued to squeeze and grin as he brought her up. She screamed and blushed with every single one. But then, suddenly, wave after wave of motion gripped her, her entire body swaying like a ship in a storm. The world passed by her dizzyingly fast and descended into a blur. Her gut then lurched out of her body, before a thundering rattle shook her to the core. All this motion, all this shock, and it was just him walking over to his chair and sitting down. When she realised this, she blushed even harder while a heady spurt of cum splattered against his fur.

She was starting to get very small, now barely over 10 centimetres (4 inches) tall. Even cans of drink were taller than her. She wasn’t a doll anymore, but a delicate pixie. His fingers were bigger than her body, while only her tiny head poked out from his iron grip.

“I can barely see you now, little speck, let’s get you somewhere more suitable…”

Lounging back in his chair, he extended his left index finger a few centimetres in front of his snout before placing her on the tip. A whole person fit on the mere tip of his finger. Was there anything greater in life?

With a scream and a thrust, Carla found herself on the tip of his finger. She might’ve felt terrified, heart pounding, chest heaving, but when she saw where she was, she went still. Her breath slowed as she struggled to take the raw magnitude of what was before her.

She stood on a bare finger pad, twisted whorls as wide as her fingers stretching out around her in a radial pattern, making the ground uneasy. Her legs were on the very edge of it, and beyond that was the long, long, long drop down, so far it was faintly blurred. It felt like standing on a tight-rope above a deep ravine. Her eyes bulged at the sight, taking in his thighs as big as rivers and the black leather of the chair beneath him.

Ripping her eyes away from the steep drop, she focused again on the thin platform she stood upon. The twisting whirls smoothly transitioned to grass made of short, black fur. If she squinted, she could make out tiny specks of dust trapped in the fur, but she was too consumed by the strange world on a whole.

Her eyes followed the finger as it snaked away like a road, moving downwards before joining four others on a wide palm. She could spy individual creases, but her eye did not linger, travelling down the thick, broad arm. The fur became thicker and shorter, before disappearing entirely beneath tight-fitting grey fabric. Too far to see the individual fibres, her eyes tracked onwards before it widened out to his chest. It was a large, flat plain of crinkled fabrics that rippled with every metronomic breath. She swore she could see it tremble with each of his powerful heartbeats, but she wasn’t sure.

Slowly, her eyes went upwards, dreading what she was going to see, and then she stopped.

For her eyes had settled on his broad, massive head on her. She could see his white, glistening teeth reflecting sparkles of light. He was as large as a statue, but as fluid and graceful as water with his slight movements.

She froze like a deer in the headlights.

“What’s wrong?” a low voice rumbled up from his body, making the fur around her ripple with his hot breath. “Are you scared of me, little speck? Heh, you should be~”

Her entire mind went black spare for the giant before her. Raw, primal desire flooded into her like a tsunami and wiped her fear clean. She knew she was in danger, she knew he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless. And that’s exactly why she felt the why she did. She had no power, no control, she was his, totally, and so nothing she did mattered anymore.

As if possessed, her right hand glided down towards her needing, dribbling lips. And when her finger-prints merely brushed over her sensitive folds, she moaned and shuddered, body trembling in arousal and fear. And all throughout this, she didn’t break eye contact with him, not once.

While she looked up to him with reverence and fear, he merely looked down with impish delight. He was her world, just the way he liked it. And it looked like he was going to become much more with her body still shrinking away, and there being no sign of her saying “stop” anytime soon. While the exact figures weren’t at hand, he knew that her shrinking was slowing as she approached smaller and smaller scales. She was losing a few millimetres a second, diminishing away at a slow, yet noticeable rate.

But he wasn’t in a rush. He just leaned back and kept watching her shrink away, his employee masturbating furiously on the tip of her finger. With a trilling cry his office phone rang, but he simply reached over and muted it. Whatever it was, whoever it was, they could wait, since all his attention was now upon her.

While she heard the call, she didn’t hear it, feeling it as a set of vibrations trembling through her body and nothing more. But even if she could hear it, she didn’t care, with her attention still solely focused upon his growing visage. With a trembling bottom lip, she continued to slide her fingers across her lower lips while never breaking eye contact. It was as if she was doing it to appease him, a powerful deity.

“You’re getting off to the thought of me crushing or eating you, aren’t you? Filthy, filthy pervert~” She spasmed, and a thick spurt of cum shot out of her body and splattered over the whorl of his finger-print. It was big enough for even him to see.

“Cumming all over my finger, how filthy. You’re going to be cleaning that up with your tongue … if you’re big enough to do it without drowning, that is~”

She was now just half her previous size, five centimetres (two and a half inches) tall. She was now just the size of his thumb. Her feet began to slip into the crevasses of his fingerprint while his fur was as tall as her ankles. His head was so big she couldn’t look at anymore, the size breaking her brain. She scrunched her eyes tight so it wouldn’t overwhelm her, losing herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

But while her eyes were shut, she could still see his sneering visage that consumed her mind. And she could still feel his overwhelming presence and smell his overpowering musk that wafted up like heat from a furnace. But it was for the best that her eyes were closed, since it spared her from seeing just how small she would become.

But he could see her though. It was like a show put on for just him: the tiny little slut, helpless as she shrank away. His cock began to press against his pants harder and harder. He considered whipping it out then and there, but decided to build himself, instead stroking the length through the fabric as if to appease it.

When she reached four centimetres and was the size of a pencil sharpener, she began groping her breasts. Squeezing and fondling the taut surface, her entire body began to tremble and shake with pleasure, before she slipped her fingers in up to the second knuckle. A moment was spent holding them there, basking in the pleasure, before she continued her furious motions.

As he watched her slip away, his tongue dragged across his thick, broad lips. Saliva trickled down his chin and wetted his suit; she looked tasty.

“You look good enough to eat … that’s all you’re good for anyway…”

With that, she thrust her fingers in deep and let out a shrill cry, pausing as she moaned and squirmed, howling like a dog in heat. But he could barely hear her, she was just three centimetres tall. She was as big as a beetle, and her cry was as loud as a tiny mouse squeaking for attention. Thrashing her head, she grunted and groaned, before the sudden peak passed her, and she resumed pleasuring herself.

Before long she was just two centimetres (one inch) tall, a grown adult woman reduced to the size of a grape. She was the colour of one at least, blushing like mad, and dribbled like one too. Her thirst unquenched she was reduced to slamming her whole hand inside her depths. More and more cum shot out with every thrust while she moaned and squealed.

After a few body-wracking thrusts, she was just one, measly centimetre tall (half an inch). She was tinier than a marble and as big as a mere ant. Every single part of his body could easily overpower her now. While she couldn’t see herself through her clenched tight eyes, she knew she was at a helpless size, and it fuelled her lust further.

It too fuelled his lust as well, with his cock pressing against his pants painfully tight. But another desire gripped him. Taking his other hand away from his tight pants, he brought it up and held his index finger above her. A shadow fell over her, but she didn’t care. Just one press, one squeeze, and she’d be gone forever. She was completely helpless before his strength. He smirked before taking his hand away without a word; he had bigger, lewder plans for her yet.

“I could crush you, little speck…” his voice was a low rumble, barely above a whisper, yet this was to him. To her, it was a harsh gale that trembled the very air in her lungs and knocked her off her feet. She fell on all fours, sprawled out across the fingerprint, yet with one hand still lodged up her lower lips. She continued to thrust as his words rumbled across her back like heavy drops of rain. They were nothing more than vibrations to her lust addled mind. To both his amusement and admiration, she continued to pleasure herself as she staggered back up to her feet and faced him with closed eyes. Her fear-soaked devotion was absolute after all.

Yet when she staggered to her feet, she was half the size she was before, now just half a centimetre. A tiny, tiny person as tall as several grains of sand stacked high. But she didn’t know, nor did she care, thrusting both of her hands deep into her body and howling as if she’d been shocked. But nobody heard her. Not the bugs, not the flies, and not the being that held her. The strongest her voice could muster was swept away by the gust of one breath of air.

And what an air to breathe it was, filled with the humidity of his salty sweat, and that rich, intoxicating musk. She could feel it start to cling to her body, she was that small, swirling around her form like a warm breeze. He saw her body shudder as it approached the cliff of pleasure.

She could feel it coming. A growing shudder and rumble through her body that wasn’t the ebbing breath of her titan. Her breathing became more intense, her heartbeat pounded even faster while her hands slurped at breakneck pace. The burning itch spread through her body as she clawed her way closer to that sweet, sweet release…

And then, she opened her eyes and froze solid, for her mind did not hold the words needed to describe what she saw. Him. Him at a scale thought impossible and near impossible to form thoughts of.

To her, he was as tall as a mountain, and greater than anything she had ever seen. Any skyscraper, any mountain was dwarfed by his form. He was just over a kilometre and a half tall to her.1,600 metres, 5,250 feet, one mile, and 525 stories: his towering height in various forms. The size and magnitude of his body could not be overstated for her.

30 story tall buildings would only come up to his mere ankles, while just one step would crush two city blocks beneath his foot. The tallest of the world’s skyscrapers, towering monuments of engineering and intelligence, would only reach up to his waist. All that effort, only to be splattered across the side of his dick. And his chest, oh goodness his chest, a vertical cliff face one hundred stories tall in its own right, and as wide as about ten football fields.

He was massive since she was tiny, being just two millimetres (1/13th of an inch) tall. She was a speck, nothing more, as big as a grain of sand and able to be blown away just as easily.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his head that loomed before her like the sun cresting over the horizon. It felt just as big to her. His deep, dark eyes were as large as apartment blocks and were burned a blistering gaze towards her. All that mass, all that size, focused upon her, a tiny speck.

The finger pad she stood upon was as large as a castle’s courtyard with a twisted pattern of grooves and crevasses almost as deep as her foot. Jagged clumps of dead skin jutted up like rocky outcrops. Far, far away down his arm, thick fibres of fur that went up to her head swayed like a forest. She could only see a few strands in before it became too thick.

Walking across the uneven ground of his fingerprint would be difficult for her, but she could not think of doing such an act. All she could do was gawk at the deity before her. Her entire mind was filled with just one thought: him. Awe-struck she looked up at him, all other thoughts forgotten. Her hands fell away from her crotch as she stood and took in his majesty.

And then, with an arch of her back and a shrill cry, she came, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life. A thick wad of cum shot out of her body and splattered against his skin. And yet she didn’t break eye contact with him.

He could barely see her, with the contrast between her light skin and his black finger-pads saving her from invisibility. He decided to get a closer look, after all, where was the fun in a tiny speck of a person if you can’t see them? Slowly, gently, welling up all the poise and dexterity he had, he brought his finger closer to his eye.

She screamed as the world was ripped out beneath her feet and tumbled to the ground. The delicate and slow motion to him was exceptionally fast and rough to her. She tumbled and landed on all fours, gritting her teeth as body wracking shudders ripped through her. If not for the rough, uneasy ground of his finger, she would’ve slid straight off. She didn’t want to think of where she’d land if she did.

Looking up she screamed again as she saw his imposing muzzle loom closer and closer towards her. She could feel his heartbeat tremble faintly through the finger, but it was mostly lost beneath the grinds and groans of his muscles and bones as he moved. The clumps of dead skin around her shook and rattled as if there was an earthquake. With the lust gone and splattered across his finger tip, raw terror remained. She was too small, and she knew it; while the shrinking had slowed greatly, she still had to stop it now!

After a few seconds of grinding, shuddering torture, his finger lurched to a stop, almost throwing her off. She was just before his right eye, with the iris taking up her vision like the night sky. It peered and squinted down at her, making her feel like a specimen beneath a microscope. Welling her trembling limbs to action, she threw herself up and screamed at the top of her lungs!

“STOP! PLEASE, I WANT TO STOP!” She waved her hands frantically, jumping up and down. She could feel herself continue to shrink, the world stretching out around her…

Yet there was nothing. No body trembling voice, no dilation of the pupil, nothing. Her desperate cries fell on deaf ears. She was too tiny to even beg for her size back, she was that hopeless and pathetic. The realisation stabbed her heart and made her throat constrict, tears welling to her eyes before she kept screaming.

“STOP! PLEASE, STOP!”

Suddenly, the world before her changed. Vast stretches of body and fur shifted and rumbled, moving like a mountain rising from the ground. She stumbled back in pure fear before falling onto her rear in sheer terror. It took her a few seconds to interpret the motions of the vast beast: he was smirking.

“NO, STOP, PLEASE!”

He smirked at the sight of the tiny, tiny person upon his finger. No matter how hard he focused he couldn’t hear her, the tiny speck far, far beyond his notice. But he could see her lips moving, and there was little doubt to what she was saying. Stop. She wanted it to end. But he had no obligation to be kind to the tiny, tiny speck.

“What was that? I can’t hear you…” he whispered, a low voice he could barely hear. She meanwhile clasped her hands over her ears and screamed as the low rumble smashed into her like a shockwave.

“STOP, PLEASE!” Her throat burned while her cheeks were caked with tears. Yet still he did not hear her.

“I guess you’re just too big of a filthy slut to want to stop then~”

“NO, DON’T DO THIS, PLEASE!”

His smirk merely grew; she seemed to be saying things besides just stop, trying to converse with him. How foolish, he thought, a pitiful speck like her trying to speak to a titan like him.

“But you’re far too small to work in an office … but I suppose you could do something for the research department. See what it’s like as a speck of dust to explore a massive cock…

The screams died in her throat. She couldn’t comprehend what he just said, she couldn’t understand it, she didn’t believe such a thing was possible…

A low rumble ripped through her body from deep down below. It was a stuttering pounding, like a saw striking across a massive, massive tree. Slowly, dreading what she was about to see, she crawled over and peeked over the edge. He was unzipping his pants. His zipper slowly slid down, clattering with every zip pulled apart.

‘Oh no…’ she breathed, the world turning distant. She didn’t know if she could handle such a thing, such a sight at such a scale…

The dark cavern opened. His hand slipped inside and pushed open the fly of his underwear. It squeezed as it gripped something. And then it pulled it out, revealing it to the light.

And her mind was broken once more that day.

It was massive. It was a towering pillar of flesh that rapidly stiffened and grew within his hand. Dark black with mottled patches of brown ran up and down its length while he cupped it in his palm. A paltry sheath crinkled and compressed around its base as it extended outwards, stretching itself free of the tight confines. It was a towering pillar fifty stories tall, with all of it being tightly packed flesh.

Flared nubs hung at the edge, each one bigger than her by several times over. Tiny flecks of dried cum the size of courtyards coated his length, along with drops of sweat. A waterfall of pre dribbled from the tip, oozing out like a glacial landslide before dripping and falling to the ground far below.

Beneath its wide base was his massive, smooth balls resting against his thighs. Still trapped in his pants they could only be glimpsed, but the few sights she saw confirmed their overwhelming size.

And the musk. As soon as his length popped out a rush of musk and sweaty air flew upwards before slamming into her, ruffling her air. Taking a deep breath, she shuddered as it went to work again. Her lower lips splattered out another orgasm, but she was so enamoured she didn’t even notice.

It was magnificent and horrifying at the same time for her. It represented everything she had ever desired or wanted in life, yet, it would consume it for her. She knew that if she went down there, she’d probably never come back again. An entire lifetime spent clinging to those orbs, fighting for survival, drinking his sweat for moisture, licking the taut, musky surface…

A shudder stopped her thoughts short. She looked up slowly, hoping for sympathy, only to see his massive grin. He knew she was feeling conflicted and he loved it, knowing she craved for his sweaty length no matter how much she said otherwise. And to know that there was a tiny, tiny person on his balls, kissing and licking it was perfection for him.

“Goodbye speck. Licking balls is all you’re good for anyway~”

He began to lower his finger towards his shaft. Carla screamed as the ground beneath her simply fell away. Only her iron grip on the whorls of the fingerprint and the faint, static forces that adhered her to him held her on. It was flying through the air at beyond comprehensible speeds.

His finger turned upside down, giving her a front row seat to the rapidly approaching shaft. Closer and closer she came no matter how much she screamed or begged. He couldn’t hear her anyway. Nobody could hear her, nobody cared about her, the only one who knew about her was him, the tyrant that held her. The cliff face of his crinkled shirt shot past as if she was in freefall, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his shaft.

As she passed halfway down his chest, he gripped his cock tighter and held it close to his body. Flecks of cum flicked off the tip and stained his shirt but he didn’t care. It gave her a straight look down the dark, pulsating slit that radiated that powerful, luring musk. Cum dribbled out of it like an oil geyser of pleasure and passion. More of that potent musk slammed into her like a heat wave as she rocketed down, bringing another spurt of passion to her already soaked legs.

But her screams did nothing to change the course of the inexorable finger that held her tight. She was heading straight towards the slit. Was he going to shove her down, seal her away in his balls never to be seen again? She screamed as she approached, expecting every second to be her last, only for the finger to just go past. Relief and loss brought about a sigh lost to the howling winds as she watched flared head sail past. But then her sigh turned to another scream when she saw she was heading directly towards his heavy ball sac!

The two massive orbs loomed in the gloom of his pants, with the little light present illuminating two massive spheres. They rested against his thighs as he sat down, forming a horizontal, sweat and musk soaked plain for her to be smeared across. They looked so big, so meaty, so warm! She sailed towards them…

SLAM 

His finger lightly brushed against the surface, slamming her into the soft, taut surface onto her face. Darkness enveloped her as she was dragged across it, pinned between his finger and the ballsac, smearing her across it, mashing her face right up close. Flecks of musk, sweat and caked pre were forced into her mouth; beneath all the terror, she couldn’t deny that it tasted good.

But it was of little concern to her as she continued to be smeared across it in his gentle dab, before he pulled away. Faint stickiness pinned her to it, pulling her between his balls and his finger, but she stuck to the meaty orbs. Black and white blurred together as she tumbled and rolled across the slick surface before quickly sliding to a stop. It might’ve been only a few seconds, but to her with its musk and sweat worming into her nostrils, it felt like an eternity.

Coming to a stop, she opened her eyes to find herself pressed against a rough, brown surface with a dark shadow over her body. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his finger pad pull away. A wake of air followed as it left, howling winds rushing across her and sucking her up and away, if not for her iron grip on the surface beneath her. The gales lessened as it sailed away like an entire planet arcing past.

It was all so big. Running on a mix of desire, confusion and terror, she shakily pulled herself to her feet. The ground was mostly horizontal here in the soft join between the orbs and beneath his cock, yet it was still unstable. Low tremors ripped through it as his entire body moved in its organic motions. The deep pound of his heart trembled the ground like a metronome, while any number of organic groans, gurgles and churns echoed around her.

No matter how small the sound, she heard it, for she was the tiniest one of all. She was now just 0.05mm now, her entire body just five hundredths of an inch tall. She was miniscule beyond compare. A mere grain of sand was the size of a house for her, while a mere fly could crush her underfoot. To the world of mortals, she might as well not exist. It was the end of her shrinking journey, all technology has limits after all, yet she didn’t notice, nor did she care.

The world beneath her feet was bizarre beyond compare. The orbs stretched out for kilometres around her, each the size of a small town, if not larger! It looked as if trekking across it would take hours. At a distance they were smooth and round, yet up close the fissures and imperfections were readily apparent. Chasms and valleys as deep as she was tall criss-crossed the world beneath her feet in random chaos. The floor was not solid, yet fluid, rising and falling from his natural motions like a tumultuous ocean.

The world around her was more solid, yet no less terrifying. His pants stretched out for kilometres, seemingly able encompass entire cities. The edges of his pants reached up like tall, tall cliffs made of a twisted, rough surface. Darkness crept at the edges and below lead to a cavern she couldn’t see down. Up above was a massive split in the confines in the form of his open zipper.

Yet above that was something that craned her neck and took her breath away. His cock. His massive, mind breaking cock. A behemoth several kilometres wide and long, bigger than any building she had ever seen. A mere fleck of dried cum from moments of passion far earlier was the size of a city block relative to her. The spire reached up, up and to the sky, like a mountain suspended overhead, with the flared nubs reaching out like the branches of a great tree. Even now she could see it quiver as his heart pumped blood to keep the impressive spire erect. It was a monument, dedicated to his size, his power and virility, and it struck awe in her.

Wrapped around it were four fingers, each as wide as several city blocks. A forest of black fur covered each one, shimmering and whipping in the gentle breeze. Yet stretching from those fingers was a larger arm, and from that … him. His body stretching up and above like the world flattened against a cliff face. And on top of that his head, staring down at her with a grin beyond comprehension. His head hung high above like the moon, massive, aweinspiring, and completely focused upon her. His eyes, each the size of buildings, were focused entirely upon her. There was no doubt he couldn’t see her, yet she felt like his gaze burned straight through her regardless.

She stood there, awe-stuck in the sheer power and size of the titan before her. All fear and terror were wiped from her mind and replaced with pure servitude. To her there was nothing else in the Universe, and this was just how she wished it to be. Another orgasm escaped her lower lips and splattered across the balls beneath her, a tiny spurt in comparison to her three previous ones. But her fifth orgasm of the day didn’t stop her from standing there as she didn’t even feel it.

But then, without warning, he began to push his cock back inside, forcing it within the confines of her pants. The force and motion rippled the ground like a powerful earthquake and caused it to ripple and shake like the surface of a sea in a storm. Flung to the ground she screamed while clinging on to the tiny skin flakes that jutted up and formed hand holds. It was that or be flung off in his simple, benign motion, before falling down to his thighs, never to be seen again. Each skin flake was about the size of her hand yet still smooth to the touch, no doubt moisturised by his sweat and musk after stewing in his pants for hours on end.

Musk and sweat that formed a faint fog that clung to his balls like a golden haze. Even as she desperately clung to the surface, any mistake potentially crushing her flat, she couldn’t tear her mind away from worship and praise of the new land. It was her home forever after all. Beads of sweat clung to the surface, each several times taller than her, massive hills that dominated the land scape. Like jelly they rippled and swayed, some creeping across the ground towards her, but she didn’t pay them any heed. She just kept watching him.

With a grunt of exertion that rippled the very air in her lungs, he forced his colossal cock back into the sheath. The stretched tight skin began to contract as it was forced back into his pants. Beads of sweat clinging to the surface broke free and fell towards her. They were massive too, entire storm clouds of water condensed into a single, silent drop that raced towards her before splattering across his balls. She could feel the earthquake like tremors from their impact as well as the haze of droplets that rained across her skin. Yet she kept watching.

And then, with a final push, his cock was pressed neatly into his pants, the tip pushing against his belt. Fitting such a massive member into a small space was difficult, but he managed. All that left was her. His hand glided across the air with impossible grace before gently clasping onto the zipper, trembling the world around her. And then, for one sweet moment, they looked at each other. Her gaze filled with fervour, dedication and fear … while he simply looked on with a smirk to the girl so small, he couldn’t even see them. Deity and worshipper. Speck, and man.

His lips moved, the gigantic tomes moving with grace impossible for their size, and a blast wave of sound ripped into her an instant later, far faster than she expected. Everything shook, everything trembled as the air exploded into her, threatening to rip her away. It took her a moment to realise what had been said.

Goodbye.

A gigantic hand rushed upwards. Two lines of metal teeth the size of freeways slammed together with a body shaking set of clacks. Light began to fade. One last look at his grinning face.

And then, darkness.

Leaving her truly alone, with her whole life reduced to worshipping his cock.

With a final tug, he zipped up the last of his pants before letting out a sigh. The motion was minor and inconsequential, he didn’t even have to think about it. But he knew for her, it was anything but, which merely grew the grin across his face.

He loved putting people, weaker people, in their place beneath him, and his company’s latest development was more than capable of doing such a thing. There might’ve been a billion proper applications for the device: medical treatments, shipping, food transportation, but he was more than happy to keep it to himself. He was the only one who knew of it. Separate teams developed individual components, ensuring nobody knew of its final purpose until he and he only put it all together. Such power of shrinking was wielded solely by him. He was also the only one to know about it, well, almost the only one. But he doubted tiny specks on his cock counted.

Reaching forward, he grabbed the bundle of her clothes in one hand, opened a desk drawer and stuffed them inside. They looked like a good cum-rag at the very least, besides, it wasn’t like she needed them anymore. He also spied a wallet and phone from her pockets; he made a mental note to give them to accounting to suck her accounts dry. A few extra thousand dollars couldn’t hurt after all, and of course, it wasn’t like she needed it anymore. His mind quickly drifted on the various flesh lights and sex-toys he could buy with his newfound disposal income, before he shook his head and closed the drawer up. He then reached out to the case and popped it open again.

The shrinking device itself laid neatly in a foam cut out, but besides that was a control panel and display with some attached wires. Plugging the wires into the device, he then punched in a few numbers before hitting a button. A pink energy radiated from the device and infused into his body, surrounding it with an ethereal pink glow. A glow that made him grow.

His muscles began to bulk and swell, stretching out his clothes as they faintly grew. Muscle mass from weeks of exercise grew in mere seconds as his entire body swelled out. Grinning wickedly, he inhaled deeply, flexing his fingers as he relished in his new power. All he wanted was for it to keep going, for him to grow bigger.

Far, far, far below however, Carla merely screamed as the world beneath her shifted and changed. She had no idea what was going on, seeing none of the pink glow, but everything was swelling and changing. The skin beneath her began to heat up while a steady thrust pushed her upwards and outwards. What was going on?!

But he didn’t care as he kept growing larger and larger. Eventually, much to his disappointment, it petered to a stop. The pink glow faded and left his body. He was now taller, broader, and most importantly, more muscular. It looked as if he’d been exercising for months, yet to him, it was all just in the blink of an eye. Snorting deeply, he flexed his arms, feeling the power and strength while his suit protested and groaned. He’d definitely have to get a new one tailored. Looking over his bulkier, stronger form, he estimated that he grew by about 5%. All of Carla’s size to bring about such a small increase; he’d definitely have to try and increase the size harvesting efficiency.

Yet that was for later. He closed up the drawer of her clothes, knowing it’d be a week until he’d see them again, but it would be all the sweeter once he did. Content it was all done, he turned back to his desk and resumed working, quickly falling back into the rhythm he’d followed an uncountable number of times.

Smiling softly at the feeling of the tiniest of tingles running along his cock.

A week may have passed since the world Carla knew changed forever, yet she had adapted to her new life and accepted it. She had learned to live with the fact that the tiniest of motions of her captor could twist and churn the world around her in uncountable ways. She was not just the slave to his whims, but his subconscious actions, the natural motions of his body that he didn’t even realise. In every conceivable way, he dominated her. Which to her was a dream come true.

Of course, she didn’t start out that way. Instinctive fear still ran strong in her heart after he first sealed her away from the world. It took her a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and even when it did, the world she saw was still alien and bizarre. She could barely see clearly for a few metres, while the darkness reduced the colossal parts of his body to shapes looming in the shadows and darkness.

It turned them from body parts she recognised, albeit at an extreme scale, to amorphous concepts that loomed large in the distance. The black fibres of the underwear that confined her were reduced to a barely glimpsed, shifting sea that hung above like a faint galaxy in the night sky.

It held her, confined her within the musky, sweaty air that quickly wore away any such thoughts of escape. Within a day she began worshipping him, kissing him, licking his skin, rubbing her crotch against the oily surface until screaming a tiny cry as she came. Her days in the realm without light were filled with pleasure, worship and trying to survive.

Food and water weren’t hard to come by, it surrounded her on all sides. Tiny flakes of skin formed a dry, yet musk-soaked meal that almost always brought her to orgasm by the time she filled herself up. Water came from the beads of sweat that surrounded her, salty, yet kept her hydrated. She made sure to praise him after every meal for giving her sustenance and life.

She slept when he did, for it was the calmest part of the day, hiding herself away in tiny alcoves beneath loose flakes of skin. Sleep was difficult in the warm, sticky heat, yet she managed. But every time she did, her dreams were filled with lewd thoughts all focused on him. She couldn’t remember the last time she woke up without a splattering of cum caking her thighs.

She couldn’t remember much of her previous life either, truth be told. Every day her mind broke down more and more as she devoted herself to worship. The memories of old wouldn’t save her, not in the new land. The first time he began walking after he shrunk her was a dangerous, harrowing experience. With little warning the world around her ripped itself apart in motion; the mere natural movements of his idle body ripped and churned her world, so for him to walk was beyond comparison.

The ground beneath her dropped away and forced her to grip onto the swinging balls as it was mashed and churned between his thighs. She couldn’t even hear her own screams over the powerful muscles, sloshing seed and distant, body shaking pounds of his feet. Yet since then she became more adept at recognising when he was about to walk, and how to deal with it when he did.

Besides from that she had little idea of what he was doing, the sensations of a macro scaled world alien to her, but she didn’t care. Her world was his underwear and was always going to be it. He never took it off. She didn’t know why, but ever since he trapped her away his always kept his underwear on, never letting her escape, nor did he wash his nether regions. This meant that was every passing day the sweat and musk built higher and higher, worming into her nostrils even more. Now, merely breathing it in for a few hours would trigger an orgasm.

Yet despite all of her explosive releases, every single one was just as intense as the first. The musk, the sweat, the pheromones and the sheer fact she was having her deepest, darkest fantasies come true. Her life might’ve been dangerous and dark, yet to her, she loved it.

The musk didn’t grow because of that however, since he had also not touched his cock once in the whole week. His arousal merely grew every day, with the cock pressing out harder, swelling larger and blotting out more of her dark sky. She could hear it beneath her as well. What started as a low gurgle of his seed became a crashing ocean beneath her as they swelled with liquid desire.

It was because of this (and a desire to worship him further), that she spent a day getting up on top of his cock near the base. It was more stable, and besides, it made more sense to worship his length from there. And so there she was, near the forest of fur near the base, walking forwards as she felt the girth beneath her stiffen and tense. He seemed to be sitting down (thankfully), no doubt at the very same office desk as where she was shrunken. As her mind wandered back to that moment her life changed forever, everything changed.

A billowing wind ripped into her space, ruffling her hair, while a blinding light shone in. Her vision seared white as a low rumbling rattle shook the ground itself. When her eyes cleared, she looked up and saw … the zipper starting to open. The fly of the underwear had been cracked open and his pants were being undone, showing her the world once more.

And him. The gigantic being that ruled her reality, casually sitting at the desk while looking at his screen, not even looking down at her. He was just as impressive as ever, even more so in the absence since she’d seen him last.

“You grace … you grace me with your presence … thank you!” she yelled in worship, fully knowing he had no hope of hearing her. But then her shouts were muffled beneath a sudden rumble shaking through the chamber. The ground beneath her spasmed and she fell back onto her rear, giving her a prime view as the ground beneath her stretched out into the outside world.

The cock was expanding! The taut flesh buried beneath layers of sheath she sat upon dragged forwards like a tectonic plate. Her entire body rumbled as she sat transfixed as the cock began to poke free of its confines. But it was but for a moment before the mountains formed by the pulled back sheath obscured her vision. Yet it was more than enough for her.

Seating herself firmly, she spread her legs and glided her fingers across her nectar soaked lower lips. Carla cried out immediately yet couldn’t even hear it over the rumbling groans of his expanding cock. She shut her eyes and focused purely on him as she continued to push her fingers deeper and deeper in a desperate attempt to sate her own pleasure. Musk seeped from the ground around her as his arousal increased, fuelling her own desire even more.

The trembling softened as it reached near the end of its length, increasing the incline of his cock. Biting her lip, Carla brought herself closer and closer to the edge, ready to bring about another climax…

“Ahum.”

A sudden voice. A voice so familiar yet so alien to her at the same time. And most bizarre of all, the voice wasn’t a deep, rattling pound, but something familiar and at her own size. Which she hadn’t experienced ever since she was shrunk down on that day.

Opening her eyes in shock she saw … him. Right in front of her, at her scale, as a glowing blue hologram. She couldn’t believe it, at first thinking the musk had made her hallucinate, yet he was there. Sitting down, cock dangling out between his legs, just as a floating hologram right in front of her.

She didn’t know what to think. Her mouth uselessly flapped as she tried to gibber out some words, but he just smirked and chuckled. A chuckle that rumbled through the air around her as the behemoth that held her chuckled in turn. It hit her: the hologram was of him, and what he was doing right now! Every gentle sway of his cock was a massive lurch for her, and when he reached up to scratch his cheek, she could feel the deep, distant rumbles of his body moving.

“You seem shocked~” he softly began, his words eclipsed by a low rumble from above soon after. He was talking softly at the very least. “My company just developed hologram technology for communication, and I’ve managed to tweak the size parameters such that I can speak with you now. I see you’ve been busy in my absence, you tiny speck of a slut~”

Honour and shame flashed through her body and made her cheeks burn red. She felt unbelievably honoured that he took the time to speak with her, a lowly speck, yet at the same time felt like she didn’t deserve this. Yet such feelings were quashed as a rush of blood ripped through the cock beneath her, causing it to swell with what sounded like a tidal wave. Everything was moving and shifting.

“Tha …thank you … but … but what’s going on?!” she yelped as she got to her feet.

He just smirked again.

“Well, you’re not the only one that gets to enjoy yourself~”

On the hologram, his right hand lifted up from the desk and slowly began to lower towards his exposed cock. She saw it though what his tiny action meant to her though, a massive mountain of his limb sailing through the air with impossible grace and speed. It rocketed past her with a gush of wind, before reaching below and slamming into the balls as he cupped them. A tremble shot through the ground like a bomb, rattling the ground beneath her and toppling her over with a scream. He just snickered.

“Wow, just the mere act of cupping my balls knocks you over. My balls … nnfff…” he grunted as he began to raise and lower his orbs, feeling the weight within. The tiny actions flung her into the air before bringing her back down again, crashing into the weighty surface.

“… they’ve gotten so much bigger and fatter from a week of not cumming. Maybe I should hold off, just to make them even bigger, just for you~”

A bright blush burned across her cheeks, before her gut lurched out of her body as his hand pulled away. She screamed as she fell before hitting the skin again. When she looked up, she saw his skyscraper sized fingers wrapped around his cock start to open, cupping the meaty shaft in his palm. Slowly his hand rose, steepening the incline and threatening to knock her off his feet. She looked back up to the hologram, just in time to see him spit down.

A low dread filled her as she waited for the inevitable, silence falling upon her. And then she saw it, a glob of liquid the size of a city sailing down like a meteor before slamming across his cock and open palm. It was like a meteor striking an ocean, plumes of water and spray being kicked high into the sky. Droplets big enough to crush her flat rained around her, while the amorphous goo dribbled down the cock at a break-neck pace. She screamed, got up and ran away for her life, hoping it wouldn’t catch her and smother her beneath the creeping surface.

Meanwhile, he simply relaxed back into his chair, spreading his legs as he felt the gooey warmth spread down his cock. He had a bottle of lube in his desk for such moments, but he decided to spit onto his palm and cock for lubrication. He felt like treating her with a personal touch. The door was locked, the air conditioning was fixed, everything was normal and serene for him. His screen was split. On the left was a lewd animation, taken from her archives, of a giant horse flooding a town with his cum. On the right was a video feed of her, screaming and running for her life across his cock. Here she was, running for her life, while he was simply relaxed and watching some porn. It made him grin even more as he realised just the effect it had on her.

“Best find shelter,” he rumbled, watching her with a smirk as the animation started to play. “, since it’s gonna get messy.”