The Shrink, Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Chapter 8

“So you’re sure you’ll be okay all by yourself?” asked Brooke sweetly, putting her huge hands on her thick thighs and bending down low over James. They were standing outside his therapist office, with the door open. Aside from the telltale step stool that had been thoughtfully placed by the large, plush black chair behind his desk, James’s office appeared unchanged from how it had looked a couple months ago, before the roller coaster ride of his hupostolephasia diagnosis had begun, and, of course, before his dream romance with Brooke had begun as well.

“Oh yeah…yeah, I’m sure,” James nodded, blinking up appreciatively at his gigantic girlfriend. His shrinking had “stalled” the last few days, so that he was “only” 2’8 now. But somehow, he knew that this period wouldn’t last, and that it was only a matter of time before he started shrinking again…and fast. In the meantime, though, he had decided to go back to his therapist job at the college. There were definitely certain upsides to spending all day in Brooke’s dorm – namely that he was always surrounded by her things, her sweet scent, and so on – but James had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be able to work a normal job for much longer, and he felt the need to go back and get the most out of his work before he had to permanently call it quits.

As usual, Brooke had been very supportive of him, praising his integrity and work ethic, while still holding some residual concern for his well-being. He still sometimes suffered from dizzy spells and brain fog, even though those symptoms had become milder as the disease progressed. But James was determined to go back and give the best effort he could, for as long as he was able. It wasn’t about desperately holding on to the last vestiges of his “dignity” – thanks to Brooke, he actually felt more dignified and confident than ever before. Rather, going back to his office was a reflection of his own desire to keep helping out, and doing his part. These past few weeks, he had been thinking about some of his patients, and had been regretting his inability to help them.

“And, after all,” James added with a smile, “I won’t actually be alone – right, Bonnie?”

He glanced between Brooke’s legs (with her at 7’0 in her platform heels, James was essentially eye-level with Brooke’s knees) and waved at his secretary, the 30-year-old blond sitting at her desk, typing busily away at her computer. At 5’5, Bonnie was tiny compared to Brooke, but to James she was enormous. She had always been diligent and cheerful – a great co-worker – and she had been delighted to see James return.

“Oh absolutely!” Bonnie replied brightly, nodding down at him before turning her eyes up to Brooke, “And don’t worry Brooke, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on him. Plus I’ve got your number here, so I’ll call you immediately if he has a dizzy spell, or just starts feeling bad.”

“Aw thanks Bonnie,” Brooke said amiably, straightening up and turning around to face the secretary. As she did so, James was treated to the eye-popping sight of Brooke’s colossal ass quivering high above his head, far, far out of his reach. A short red skirt was wrapped tightly around Brooke’s thick hips and ass, barely containing both cheeks, with the huge, alabaster pillars of her massive thighs towering high overhead. From his vantage point, James could see the jet-black of Brooke’s panties…the panties HE had slipped on her that morning as she lay on her bed, smirking, enjoying how hard he had to labor to hitch the tight fabric up around her curves.

“I really appreciate it,” Brooke was saying to Bonnie, “I know I can’t shelter him too much, but it’s just…it’s hard to leave him out in the world like this, even if it IS in his own office.”

“Oh, I totally get it,” Bonnie chuckled, gesturing down to James, “Look at him! I mean, my husband’s getting pretty small these days too –”

“Like all the rest of the boys,” laughed Brooke.

“–like all the rest of the boys,” repeated Bonnie, chuckling, “But my husband’s 5’0 even…like, he used to be 6’2, but…I mean what I’m saying is…”

“Oh yeah, yeah – my little guy is a special case,” Brooke finished, winking down at James.

“Mhm, that’s right…” said Bonnie, “I mean, no offense, James. You’re totally precious, but just as far as size goes, you’re very, very small.”

“No offense taken,” smiled James, “Don’t worry, I’ve already accepted that I’m in that one percent of hupo patients who shrinks under two feet.”

“Under!?” exclaimed Bonnie, not able to hide her alarm, “But…but James, didn’t you tell me that you’re 2’8 now?”

“Uh-huh,” James replied, exchanging a humorously knowing look with Brooke, “But let’s just say that I’m not really expecting to stay this size for long.”

Bonnie just sat there staring down at James from behind her desk, clearly not understanding the implications of what he was saying. After a few seconds, Brooke leaned over towards her, cupping the side of her mouth with her huge hand, and whispered (though her voice was purposefully loud enough for James to hear): “...Shrink spikes…”

“Oh…” Bonnie replied, her eyebrows going up, and then, after a few more seconds to process Brooke’s answer, she added “Ohhhhhhhhh…,” her mouth blossoming into a knowing grin as the realization hit her.

“Exactly,” Brooke intoned, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek as she glanced back down at James. And even though he was smiling, James could feel himself starting to blush. Shrink spikes only affected a minority of hupo patients – the ones with high viral loads, the ones who were generally much, much smaller than the rest. But even though they weren’t a common occurrence during the pandemic, the media sensationalism around shrink spikes was such that most people already knew what they implied: heightened, uncontrollable arousal. James had only meant to indirectly reference the shrink spikes to Bonnie, but, of course, Brooke had been a lot more forward. James felt embarrassed and bashful, yes, but even more than that, he was reminded how hot it was that Brooke would just unapologetically mention these things to other people; she was proudly advertising how much she turned him on.

“All right,” said Brooke, turning back down to James, bending down once more, and giving him a slow, sensual kiss on the cheek, “I’ve got to run off to class – don’t let all your patients flirt with you, now! I know they’re going to, seeing as you’ll be the cutest little thing they see all day.”

“Aheh…I’m not too worried about that,” James smiled up at her, “And actually I think I’M the one who should be telling YOU to ignore all the dudes who’re gonna try and flirt with YOU.”

“Oh it’s not just the dudes, James,” Brooke smirked sexily down at him, putting her hand on her hip, “It’s the dudettes as well!”

“I…uh…then…” James stammered, flushing again, aroused by Brooke’s playful confidence, “...Then I guess I should be twice as worried then, huh?”

“Pssssh you know I’m just kidding,” Brooke giggled, shaking her head, “They’re all way too intimidated by me, especially the dudes…especially now…and anyway…”

She pointed to the tiny golden man trinket on her necklace, glinting in between her huge breasts.

“They all know that I’m taken,” she purred, threading the tiny man in and out from between her long fingers, before quickly blowing him a final kiss and turning on her towering platform heels, waving goodbye before her enormous form ducked out of the office door, and was gone. James stared after her, nearly following her swift stride out of sheer reflex. He knew that she had to get to class, but had there been something almost…rushed in the way she had just left? No, surely not…surely he was just second-guessing everything and dealing with some early struggles as he re-adjusted to the normal pace of everyday life. But as he turned to go into his office, Bonnie piped up:

“You know she’s on your patient list today, right?”

James turned, staring at her. “What?” he asked blankly, “You mean Brooke?”

“Mhm,” Bonnie nodded, “She sent me a private notice this morning, and wanted me to squeeze her in at the end of the day…something about wanting to talk about some anxiety she’s been having.”

For a few seconds, James didn’t know what to make of this information. His first instinct was to worry about Brooke, and then to worry about their relationship. But almost immediately, he felt a reassuring lightness as the understanding dawned on him. He knew Brooke was fine; he knew that THEY were fine. But even though she had access to him all the time now, and could talk to him about anything, Brooke had actually been missing out on the “therapy” that had helped her out in the first place. She missed the formality of actually going into an office and speaking to a qualified professional about her problems. And, even though they were dating now, she was still choosing to come to him, not as a girlfriend, but as a patient, as a client who needed his expertise.

As he went into his office and closed the door, James couldn’t help but feel a wave of excitement. HE had been missing all of this too. For weeks and weeks he had been taken care of, indulged, even coddled, by Brooke – and while all of that had certainly been enjoyable, it hadn’t offered him many opportunities to feel useful or helpful. But now that he was back in his office, all of that could change. And Brooke was signaling her support not only by letting him go, but by actually signing herself up to see him!

‘She really is something else,’ James smiled to himself, ‘And she’s so confident…but she was still too bashful to tell me she had signed up…must be her way of demarcating the exchange.’

He stepped up on the stool and sank back into his old chair. Even though he had already made sure to adjust the seat to the highest possible level, when he sat down in it, his head barely even came up above his desk – he was essentially eye-level with it.

‘Huh, guess I’ll have to just sit ON the desk, then,’ he thought, carefully pulling his body forward and then, with effort, managing to propel himself up onto the top of his desk, but not without having to kick his legs a bit to get up. It flashed through his mind that Brooke probably wouldn’t have wanted him trying to pull off these stunts alone, and he made a mental note to be more careful going forward. Booting up his computer, he typed in his old password, feeling a strange throb of nostalgia for a time long past, and then looked at his clients for the day. Sure enough, at 4 pm, there was “Brooke Hinson.” James smiled, also feeling a kind of encouragement that Brooke was going to finish up his day. Any nervousness he had been having was gone.

‘Oh boy…’ he thought, his eyebrows going up at his eyes went back up to the top of the list, ‘My first client today is Jessica. That sparkplug. The last time I saw her was right before I met Brooke…god, seems like ages ago. Heheh…I wonder how her anger management’s going?’

He didn’t need to wait long to find out, because, less than ten minutes later, Bonnie announced Jessica through the intercom, and in she came, stomping with her characteristic heavy step in a pair of 8-inch black platform goth boots. Jessica was “only” 4’11, but those boots easily made her above-average height, at least for girls these days. And what she lacked in natural height, she made up for in her spunk and her edgy appearance. She still had those same black bangs, and all those silver studs winking out from her ears, sparkling in the mid-morning sunshine streaming in through the open window. He had never before seen Jessica dress in anything but all black, and today was no exception – black boots, black stockings, black leather skirt, black t-shirt, black bracelets, black hair, black lipstick, black everything. And yet, still, when she saw him, Jessica’s eyes seemed to flash with a colorful gleam, and she put her hands up to her mouth, visibly shocked…and delighted.

“They…they didn’t TELL me!” she cried. “Mr. Cooper! You’re…y-you’re…!!”

“I know, yes, Jessica,” he chuckled, immediately feeling in control of the situation, “As it turns out, I’m one of the one percent.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” she exclaimed, dropping her hands from her face. “I…I mean, no offense or anything…”

“None taken,” replied James for the second time that day, “I know the size difference can be a bit startling at first, so, you know…take all the time you need.”

“No…no, I–I’m good!” Jessica said quickly, promptly plopping her butt (which looked distinctly bigger to James) down in the client chair, as if to prove that she wasn’t going to be immature about the whole thing, “I…I just…wow…”

Despite her best efforts, Jessica simply couldn’t help herself. James knew that she wore her emotions on her sleeve, which could be a good or bad thing depending on the circumstances. He didn’t mind in the least that she was this shocked to see how small it was, and made a private note to tell Brooke; he knew that she would get a real kick out of it.

“Mhm, yeah, just take a minute to get settled,” James smiled, adjusting himself into a cross-legged position on his desk. It certainly wasn’t the most official-looking pose, but he actually thought this was a good thing, particularly with Jessica. She responded well to a more casual environment. But even so, a flash of self-consciousness flared through his mind when he realized just how tiny he looked, sitting cross-legged on his desk like this. He was no bigger than a t*ddler. Taking a deep breath, James reminded himself that it was completely natural for him to feel these waves of dysmorphia, of unreality, and that both he and Jessica were struggling through the same sensation, though from opposite ends of the size spectrum. He actually heard Jessica take a deep breath of her own, and he looked at her. They locked eyes, and both smiled at the same time.

“Whew! Okay!” Jessica laughed, slapping her thighs (which jiggled noticeably in response), “I’m good, I’m good! I just felt like I kinda had to, uhh…rewire my brain there for a sec.”

“You and me both,” nodded James amiably.

“All right, SO –” Jessica began, clapping her hands and leaning forward, launching into her spiel, “I’ve actually been doing really, really well keeping my temper under control.”

“That’s great!” James exclaimed.

“Yeah, those breathing exercises have been SUPER helpful,” she continued, “And, so I’ve been letting my guard down more, actually letting people approach me, rather than just, like, scowling at them.”

“How’s that been?” James asked.

“Eh…fifty-fifty,” Jessica replied with her typical honesty, extending her hand and jostling it back and forth (causing twinkling glints of the sun’s reflection on her many rings), “I’m not gonna lie, there’s a lot of times when I’d rather just, you know…stonewall.”

“So it’s still a gradual process,” nodded James, helping her along, “Which is to be expected, of course.”

“How’d you mean?” asked Jessica, leaning forward in her chair, suddenly looking worried.

“Well look at it this way,” James explained, “You’ve spent the last…how many years…in a completely different mindset. And remember, I’m not saying “better” or “worse” – it was just different. With very few exceptions, you didn’t want to engage other people out in the world, and preferred to keep everything internalized. This was fine, of course, until…”

“Until someone really pissed me off,” chuckled Jessica, “And I went apeshit on them.”

“Mhm…apeshit,” nodded James, “The scientific term.” Jessica burst out laughing, and James laughed along with her. He truly did enjoy interacting with her in this casual way, but he also knew that it had an important therapeutic component. If Jessica got too uptight or flustered, she would shut down, sometimes even going completely nonverbal. These little moments were important for keeping the exchange lubricated.

“Anyway, what I was saying,” James continued, getting the last chuckles out before switching back to his genuine seriousness, “Is that you weren’t happy with how you were feeling before. You were tired of all the internalization, all the pent-up energy with no place to put it, and so you’ve been making a conscious effort to, you know, come out of your shell a little.”

“Mhm yeah, I have,” agreed Jessica, beginning to hammer her fists on her thighs in that way she did whenever she was trying to make an emphatic point, “But it’s not EASY to, uh…what’s the word I’m looking for…TRAIN! It’s not easy to TRAIN myself to let my guard down and have, uhm, I guess, like…natural interactions with people.”

“That’s exactly what I was saying!” said James brightly, “It’s absolutely normal that you’re feeling this way, Jessica. You’re going through a very real, deliberate shift in the way that you’re approaching other people. This isn’t something that’s just going to all click into place overnight.”

“So it’s okay that I still kind of, uh…like, tense up sometimes when some guy tries to talk to me?” Jessica asked, “Or, I mean, when anyone tries to talk to me?”

“Of course it’s okay!” James smiled, “You said it yourself months ago – because of certain things that happened in your past, you have an aversion to interacting with people you don’t know, and now that you’re actively making the choice to open up to more people, you’re running up against these deep-seated emotional habits that you’ve had for years and years. To be honest, I would have been surprised if you weren’t still feeling that residual tension a lot of the time.”

“Really?” exclaimed Jessica hopefully, “A LOT of the time still?”

“Absolutely,” replied James confidently, “Remember, it’s only been a couple months since you told me you wanted to make this change.”

“But a couple months is suuuuuch a long time,” Jessica whined, correctly judging that this was a safe space to express that kind of vulnerability.

“Tell me about it!” James grinned, spreading his little arms and indicating down to himself, which earned another loud laugh from Jessica as she nodded her head in understanding.

“Compared to the years and years of mental habits you had built up, though,” James continued, “A couple months is just a drop in the bucket. These kinds of transitions take time, Jessica. And an important part of the transition, which is really easy to overlook, is to give yourself that grace, you know? To remind yourself that you’re not a robot – you’re a human being. And even if we say we want something – especially something big and multi-faceted like this – it takes a lot more than just that initial desire to make a change.”

“Ugh, oh my god, TOTALLY,” Jessica nodded emphatically. “It just takes, uhm…shit, I’m bad at words…what was that one you kept using before…?”

“Intention?” James suggested.

“Intention, yes!” Jessica cried, smacking herself in the head, “Duhhhh! So yeah, it just takes intention, and…well…I guess, time…right?”

“You hit it on the head,” smiled James. “It might not be what we WANT to hear when we’re in the midst of change, and we want to see immediate results, but ultimately it’s what we need to keep telling ourselves, because otherwise we’ll get burned-out and discouraged real quick. Just think of yourself as – now bear with me here – one of those big battleships, you know? It takes a long, long time to turn those around in the middle of the ocean, just because there’s so many moving parts, and the sheer scale of the enterprise is so vast that the admirals have to budget in a lot of time, sometimes hours, just to pull off the maneuver.”

“Oh my god…” said Jessica, putting her hands on her thick hips as she sat upright in her chair, “I…LOVE the image of me as a battleship.”

“I thought that one might speak to you,” said James.

“Ugh, but really, that’s so helpful to hear,” Jessica continued. “I really want my social anxiety to just disappear overnight, but this isn’t some small little change I’m making.”

“Not at all,” agreed James.

“And so I really just need to keep chugging on,” she said, “Going bit by bit, and eventually I should start to see some results.”

“Exactly!” replied James, “Although I’m betting you’ve already started to see SOME kinds of results, right? Even just some subtle shifts, maybe? I’d love to hear about it!”

He had been picking up on a sly smile that had appeared on her face, and as he asked this last question, her smile had only gotten wider. He felt warmed and encouraged – already, despite all the obvious size distractions and her general tension, Jessica was relaxing into the exchange. She really was exuding positive energy, which was a distinct and dramatic improvement from how she had been when she first came to see him.

“Welllll…” Jessica grinned, clasping her hands together in a strangely-ladylike post, “Actually…there’s been a lot more than a “subtle” shift recently.”

“Oh?” James asked.

“The thing is…” continued Jessica, obviously enjoying the process of narration, and drawing it out to increase the fun, “I actually…have a boyfriend now.”

“What!?” cried James happily, “You’ve got a boyfriend?? And here you were, coming in, acting like you had barely made any progress!”

“I know I knowwwww,” laughed Jessica, “But I really meant it! Like, I still have a lot of work to do, but….yeaaaah! I found someone.”

“Well congratulations!” James said heartily, “And of course I’d love to hear all about it, if you feel like sharing.”

“He loves my boots,” Jessica said flatly, extending her right leg out, showing off her big, black, industrial platforms. James couldn’t help but marvel at how that 8-inch platform was almost one-third his entire height, but thankfully he was used to Brooke wearing even taller heels, so Jessica’s didn’t really phase him.

“Oh, and, uhh…like, he loves me too,” added Jessica awkwardly, blushing. “Ugh, that sounded so bad – like, he’s not just with me for my boots or anything, but…”

“No, no, it’s okay,” said James soothingly, “Remember, Jessica? Safe space. I’m not gonna be judging you. The boots were the first thing that jumped to mind, no problem!”

“It’s just that, well…he’s really small, right?” Jessica giggled, nodding with relief, “Although, I mean…”

“Not as small as me?” James finished, again helping her out.

“Yeah,” she said, “Not even close….but still…ugh oh god I’m sorry, there I go again, I – but you said it’s fine, you said it’s fine…” She had put her hands out and had morphed into talking to herself, like she was reminding herself that she wasn’t screwing anything up.

“It’s COMPLETELY fine,” James said, “Look, I know I’m reeeeeally, really small. It’s not going to bother me if you point it out. Really, Jessica, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay…right, yes, it’s like you said, just gotta trust that you’re being honest,” Jessica nodded emphatically, taking a deep breath before continuing, “So – yeah, Drew – that’s his name – Drew is 4’2, right? So NINE inches shorter than me, even if I’m barefoot.”

“Definitely a big difference!” James said. He had to remind himself that his “size situation” with Brooke, even in the midst of this new world order, was highly unusual. Barefoot, she was FORTY FIVE inches taller than him.

“And before a couple months ago, I’d never, like, even THOUGHT about what it would be like to date someone who was shorter than me,” Jessica went on, gesturing down to herself. “I mean HELLO, I’m 4’11 – NO guys were that small before!”

“And then everything changed,” James said.

“Everything changed,” she nodded, “And, like, all of a sudden, pretty much EVERY guy was either my size or SMALLER…so I kinda had to really do a 180 on my uhh, I don’t know…just how I thought about everything.”

“Mhm, it’s certainly been an adjustment for everyone,” nodded James, and, seeing that Jessica was looking like she wanted to delve in and ask him about himself, he kept talking, wanting to keep her on track, since she could get easily distracted, “So tell me about that “180” – did it happen before Drew, or after you met him?”

“Well that’s just the thing!” exclaimed Jessica energetically, obviously eager to tell the story, “I think it happened literally as soon as I met him. So I was out at a sorority party, right? Not that I usually go to those, but I’ve been trying to get out more and, well…you know. Long story short I went and got a drink and was kinda just, like, standing in the corner awkwardly with a solo cup in my hand, sorta regretting that I had even tried to go. I didn’t even know anyone there, and they were having some kind of, I don’t know, “dance-off” or something, and I hate dancing so that wasn’t gonna happen, and I was this close to just downing my drink and splitting, when I heard this little voice rise up above all the noise. I don’t even know how I heard him, but I did, and he said – get this – he said: ‘I love your boots.’ And I was, like, staring around, trying to see where the voice was coming from, until I looked straight down, and there he was: this tiny, skinny, adorable little guy, staring up at me with these biiiiig blue eyes. I’m talking like gorgeous SKY blue, okay? Like they took my breath away.”

“Wow!” said James appreciatively.

“And he was shorter than my fucki–I mean freaking SHOULDER!” Jessica laughed. “I’m not even kidding – his eyes were literally even with my upper stomach, right? Like BELOW my breasts. And look, I mean, I’m not gonna lie – I may be “short” for a girl, but I’m not tiny! I’ve got curves, ya’know? Got some real meat on my bones!”

She reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her thick hips and shook them, and the crazy jiggling of her flesh was testament enough to what she had just said.

“Yep, absolutely,” James nodded genuinely, “You’re right.”

“And THIS guy…” Jessica said, pausing for emphasis as she leaned her head forward, “Mr. Cooper, Drew isn’t just SHORT, you understand? I mean, he’s tiiiiiny. Like, THIN. I’m talking my ARM, see?” – and here she held up her forearm, which was thick, firm, and strong-looking, and made a fist, hardening it even more – “Is about as thick around as his LEG, okay?”

“Uh-huh,” said James. He was beginning to feel the slight pings of something in his brain, perhaps a warning sign of sorts. He had always thought Jessica was quite pretty, but he had never entertained any erotic thoughts about her, what with her being his patient and all. But now that she was openly describing her size compared to her boyfriend’s, James felt the tiniest hint of something beginning to stir. He readjusted his legs slightly as she went on.

“And I was like, ‘Oh you like my boots, huh?’ all of a sudden just knowing exactly what to say,” Jessica went on, “I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I just KNEW how to, uh…how to talk to this guy. I KNEW what he wanted…what I wanted. And so I just drained my drink, tossed away the cup, put my hands on my hips, and bent down over him. Like, LOOMING, okay?”

“Right, right,” James nodded. He was suddenly very grateful that his pants were already quite baggy on him.

“And I just said, straight-up, ‘You’re the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen,’ right?” Jessica continued, obviously exciting herself by recounting the story, “And he blinked up at me with those…UGH, those GORGEOUS eyes, and…I don’t know how this came out of my mouth, it was like a movie or something, but I was like, ‘You wanna get out of here? I’ll take you back to my place, sweetie.’ And he just nodded, and…I’m not even kidding…I literally bent down and swiped him clean off his feet and walked out of there!”

“My goodness!” James exclaimed. There was no denying it now – he was starting to feel the telltale signs of a shrink spike coming on. The strange combination of Jessica’s vulnerability as a client in this situation, even as she was telling this story about her being unabashedly dominant, made her somehow seem more unrestrained, more animalistic, more commanding and powerful. James was not at all used to contending with these reactions to a client, and he found himself struggling to maintain control. The last thing he wanted was to start shrinking right there in front of Jessica, but the more she went on, the more graphic she became. Jessica had never been shy about sharing her feelings with him, but this was on a completely different level:

“And I’m not gonna lie, Mr. Cooper…I took him back to my dorm. I took him back…and I FUCKED him. For HOURS. Don’t worry I, you know, made sure that he wanted it and everything, of course…and he did and I just went AT it. It was RIDICULOUS. Again…it was like a movie. I literally RIPPED his clothes off and I just started GLUCKGLUCK, like, deepthroating his cock, right? And I mean, Drew’s a tiny guy, but his cock isn’t, heheh…but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. Seriously, I just SWALLOWED him. DEEPTHROATED him. Over and over. Until he couldn’t take it and just totally BUSTED down my throat, and…Mr. Cooper, this was, like the cuuuutest thing ever – he started crying.”

“Crying?” asked James, feeling hopelessly unprofessional as his face just got redder and redder. He felt like he was losing control. But Jessica was caught up in her story and didn’t appear to notice.

“Yeah! But in a good way – the BEST way. He was just so overwhelmed and…you know…totally overpowered, and it was such a release for him. Like, no one had ever done that to him before.”

“I…bet not!” smiled James. He was trying his best to maintain the “normalcy” of the interaction, but he was starting to get a little dizzy, and, much to his consternation, his baggy clothes were now starting to feel even baggier.

“He hadn’t even had SEX before!” Jessica laughed, “Like, EVER! That was his first experience!”

“Oh my…well I can…I can see how that might have been intense for him,” James said appreciatively. There was no doubt about it now – he was starting to shrink, but Jessica still hadn’t noticed anything.

“Mhm, and I made sure to comfort him a ton…you know, uhm…oh god, what’s that word? Where you’re taking care of someone after –”

“Aftercare?” offered James, thoroughly red-faced at this point. He desperately hoped that Jessica would transition into a less steamy segment of the story, since he figured that maybe he could somehow get a handle on this shrink spike and stop it before it got too obvious.

“THANK you, geez!” laughed Jessica, again smacking herself in the forehead with her palm. She had a habit of doing this. “So obvious, I don’t know why I always draw a blank! But anyway, yeah, aftercare…oh god, as crazy as it sounds, this part was almost better than the blowjob! Because it was so…sensual, you know? I gathered him up in my arms, and sat back against the big pillows on my bed, and just…like, held him there. I played with his hair, I massaged his little shoulders, I squeezed his tiny arms…ugh and he just melted into me like a little pet or something.”

“Wow!” James managed to force out. His voice sounded smaller and strained in his ears. But Jessica was on a roll, and she kept on going, still unaware of the fact that his clothes were looking baggier by the second.

“It was like, a totally eye-opening experience for me!” she exclaimed, “I had no idea that I could be this turned-on and…and, I don’t know…m*therly at the same time. It was crazy! I could literally feel my body responding to how small he was. I’d never realized how hot the comparison…the CONTRAST…could be. Maybe it’s just because all the guys have gotten really small now, but…yeah, I don’t know. I think maybe I was always like this, and it just took this special, special little guy to finally show me. And this was all just the beginning. We’ve been together ever since, and I couldn’t be happier. And look, I’m not gonna lie – I’m the dominant one in the relationship. But I like it that way…no…I LOVE it, actually. I’m already so much taller, bigger, and stronger than him, but I don’t hold back. I wear these boots around him CONSTANTLY, and I even have a pair of 10-inch platforms. TEN INCHES. They make me 5’9, and at that height Drew is literally staring straight into the middle of my stomach.”

James couldn’t even bring himself to respond now. He was getting dizzier and dizzier by the second, and he knew that, at this point, his face must have been beet-red. He could feel himself getting smaller and smaller. It was only a matter of time before Jessica noticed, surely. But for now she just kept plowing forward.

“He loves it,” she laughed, sounding sexily haughty, “He’s hard around me constantly. And I don’t hold back from teasing him, even in public. And I don’t mean that in a bad way, right? Drew is such a little sub, oh my god, he just…he can’t get enough of it. I compare myself to him all the time. Like we were standing in line to get coffee the other day, and he was right in front of me, and, without even saying anything, I just slowly positioned my leg next to his body. And I’ve got those 10-inch platforms on. The top of his head doesn’t even come up to the BOTTOM of my boobs. And I just thread my hand through his hair and bend down and whisper in his ear: “Look at that Drew…just LOOK at that. My thigh is thicker than your TORSO” – and as I’m whispering this I can see his little chest starting to rise and fall really fast, because he’s getting all hot and bothered of course, and then I put my other leg next to him and I’m like, “When we get home, I’m gonna put your cock between these biiiiig, meaty thighs, and then I’m gonna…” – and here I just started, like, slowly pistoning by thighs against his body, right? And hahaha oh my god I thought he was gonna blow right then and there, in the middle of the coffee shop! I think one of these days I might actually try to make him….Mr. Cooper? Mr. Cooper…!!”

Jessica had jumped out of her chair in alarm, because she had finally noticed that something was wrong with her therapist. James was leaning back on his hands in his sitting position, his face completely flushed, as his breaths came in quick, labored gasps. Most conspicuously, though, was the fact that his white dress shirt and khaki pants were now obviously too big for him. Jessica had some experience of these “shrink spikes” with Drew, but, considering her alarm, she certainly hadn’t been expecting her therapist to have one in front of her. She stood tensed up in front of her chair, her hands halfway extended out toward him in a gesture of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry!” James finally managed to pant, shaking his head as, with great effort, he pushed himself back up into a sitting position and wiped his moist brow with his hand. He was relieved to realize that the shrink spike had already passed, but the panicked helplessness he had been feeling was now being quickly replaced by a sense of crushing embarrassment. The whole reason he had come back to the office, to his work, was because he knew that he didn’t have much time left before he couldn’t work any job whatsoever, and that he wanted to try and make himself useful for at least a little while before that time came. And now here he was, with his very first client, totally unable to keep it together. Worse still, there was a decidedly sexual dimension to what had just happened. At this point, everyone knew that shrink spikes came about during a period of intense arousal. To have one in public was embarrassing enough, but to have one in front of a client…well, that was something completely different. James was mortified.

“It’s okay, Mr. Cooper!” Jessica said quickly, quickly recovering from the initial shock. She hurried forward and snaked her hand behind James’s back, helping sit up straight. She put her other hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. When James looked up into her face, he had been expecting her to look confused, embarrassed, or at least unsettled, so he was surprised to see her dark eyes blinking down at him with steady, assured kindness and understanding.

“I…Jessica…I…” he stammered, trying to catch his breath as he kept shaking his head. But she only shushed him and squeezed his shoulder harder, shaking it for emphasis.

“No, no…Mr. Cooper…please,” she interrupted, “There’s nothing to apologize for. Seriously, I get it.”

“You…you get it?” he asked, bewildered. She nodded her head emphatically, patting him a few more times and making sure he was steadied before carefully and respectfully withdrawing her hands.

“Totally,” she replied genuinely, “Look, I’m not, uh…I don’t have any illusions about what this virus has done to you guys. I should’ve been a little more, you know…what’s the word…what’s the word…prudent! Yeah! I should have been more prudent in what I was saying about me and Drew.”

“But Jessica…no,” James said, recovering himself enough to correct her, “No, this is not on you at all, okay? You weren’t doing anything wrong! I just…I don’t know, it just started happening so fast, and –”

“Hey, hey!” Jessica exclaimed, suddenly bursting out laughing as she put her hands on her thick hips, shimmying them from side to side playfully as she stood in front of her chair, “You don’t have to explain yourself, Mr. Cooper! I KNOW what I was saying was hot! I mean, come on, right!? The shit I say to Drew is SEXY! Not to mention the shit I DO to him, my god…ugh, but there I go again! I’m just so excited and happy about our relationship that I can’t help myself. But no, no, really…Mr. Cooper, you’ve gotta believe me here, I don’t mind that you just shrank. AT ALL.”

“You don’t?” James asked, hardly believing his ears. Jessica’s face was so bright and happy with sincerity that he could actually feel himself starting to relax a little bit.

“God no!” she laughed, “You know what it tells me, Mr. Cooper? It tells me that my dynamic with Drew is hot as FUCK and that even my own therapist can’t pretend like it isn’t!”

She kept laughing, and now that it was clear to her that James was okay, she was obviously getting a real kick out of what had just happened. It took another minute or so for James to fully recover, and once Jessica had repeatedly and vociferously assured him that everything was okay, he actually managed to join in her laughter. The rest of the session was positive and productive, with their exchange charged by the energy of what had just happened. James was still very much embarrassed that he had lost control, but he was thankful that Jessica didn’t seem to mind in the least, and that, actually, she had viewed his shrinking as a funny kind of positive affirmation of her relationship with Drew.

It was only after they said goodbye and Jessica left that James began to feel the true weight of what had happened. Jumping down off his desk and hurriedly measuring himself up against the wall with a tape measure, he was grateful that he had “only” shrunk 4 inches, to 2’5, but the reality of his baggy clothes was plain to see. More importantly, he was now seriously questioning his ability to see clients for the rest of the day. What if he lost control again!? He had several female clients booked, all of them quite attractive. What if he just couldn’t handle them?

‘But no…no,’ he thought to himself, ‘Jessica is…she’s a special case. She’s always worn her heart on her sleeve and doesn’t have the usual, uhm…filter that most people have. No one else is going to be that graphic about their sex life, surely. I mean, maybe Brooke will be, but –”

He felt his little body seize up. Brooke! She was going to notice that he had gotten smaller! There was no way he was going to be able to hide it. His diminished form essentially yelled “I got super-aroused when you weren’t here!!” He was going to have to explain himself to her. James leaned against the wall with his hand, bracing his shrunken body as he reminded himself to take deep breaths. It was going to be okay. Brooke would understand. She wasn’t the jealous type…heck, she’d probably even think it was funny or cute. But these reassurances – which James knew were true – didn’t stop him from feeling a new wave of embarrassment. Brooke had cheered on his idea to get back into the office, but now she would inevitably raise the question of whether he had overextended himself.

‘And she’d be right to do so,’ James thought to himself sadly. ‘Maybe the time really has come when I just…can’t handle what I used to be able to handle…when I need to just accept my condition and hang up the whole “functional adult” thing once and for all.’

He knew that he was feeling vulnerable right now, and that, in the midst of this kind of vulnerability, it was easy for his mind to start spiraling and catastrophizing everything, so he got himself a drink of water, steadied his nerves, and decided that he was just going to try and push on through at least today. Everything else could be decided later.

First things first, though – he had to tell Bonnie what had happened. He knew that this was the right thing to do, just from a safety standpoint, and he also knew that Brooke would legitimately be upset with him if he kept his shrink spike to himself the rest of the day, until she got there. She had made sure to have Bonnie assure her that she would be called if James had any dizzy spells, or…well, what had actually happened, which was even more noteworthy. Brooke would NOT be happy – either with him or with Bonnie – if this shrink spike went unreported.

“She’ll want me to call her,” Bonnie said definitively from behind her desk a few minutes later, after James had come out and explained everything, and after Bonnie had made sure that he really was okay.

“Yeah, that’s…mhm, that’s a good idea,” James nodded, feeling a slight sinking feeling in his stomach. He had been hoping that a simple text might have sufficed, but as soon as the words had come out of Bonnie’s mouth, he knew she was right. “I’ve just got another client coming in here in a couple minutes, though – do you think you could just reassure her, for me, that I’m totally fine and that I really think I can keep working today?”

“Sure, I’ll make sure to let her know that,” Bonnie nodded, before giving him another close look. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Absolutely!” James smiled, stretching his arms up over his head before lowering them into a makeshift “double biceps” pose that made Bonnie chuckle. “I’m feeling completely fine!”

“Hmmm…alrighty,” Bonnie replied, “I trust you, James. But I’m still gonna have to poke my head in the door after each client, just to make sure. That’s not going to bother you, is it? You understand it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just a matter of…well…”

“Making sure I haven’t had another spell and passed out, or something?” James offered.

“Yeah…exactly,” Bonnie nodded, almost apologetically.

“No, no, I…yeah, I totally get it,” James said quickly, “It won’t bother me at all, Bonnie. You’re just looking after me, is all!”

Almost unexpectedly, and much to James’s delight, the rest of the day (before Brooke’s appointment, that is) passed by without incident. James had been a bit worried that Brooke, upon hearing about his shrink spurt from Bonnie, would put her foot down and make an executive decision that he wasn’t going to be working anymore. It certainly would have been in character for her to take charge like that, if she thought that his health was in danger. But Bonnie informed him, after the next client left, that she had told Brooke what had happened over the phone, and that she was apparently okay with everything.

“Oh really?” James asked, slightly surprised, as he adjusted his loose clothes while he sat on his desk, “She was just…good with everything?”

“Well I had to answer some rapid-fire questions,” laughed Bonnie (her curves jiggling as she did so), “But after she realized you weren’t in any distress, or feeling dizzy anymore…yeah, she was fine. She trusts you.”

“That’s…okay, yeah! Great!” James smiled. He almost felt silly that he had been worried about Brooke’s reaction. It certainly felt good to be reminded of her trust, and this reminder fuelled a gratifying rest of James’s day. The rest of the morning, and into the afternoon, he saw four more clients, and all the sessions went very well, his diminished size notwithstanding. James was able to help all of them through their various issues, and even though there usually wasn’t hard “resolution” during the meeting, he knew that wasn’t his function as a therapist. His job was to help his clients mentally frame their problems in a way that made them solvable, and that showed them the agency they actually had in improving their own lives and reaching their academic, professional, and personal goals. It was work that James truly enjoyed, so much so that by the time 4:00 came around, he had almost forgotten that he was now only 2’5.

As soon as Brooke walked in, though, it was impossible to forget. The rest of his clients, three women and one man, had all seemed huge enough (the girls had all been around 5’5 to 5’8, and the guy, a recent hupo infection, was 5’1), but, of course, Brooke was on an entirely different level. Before today, James had spent most of the last few months around Brooke, but even a few hours with other “normal-sized” people was enough to underline the immensity and grandeur of his girlfriend. She was absolutely gigantic. A full 7’0 tall in her platform heels, she had to duck way under the door frame to his office as she came in, her wavy blond hair spilling gorgeously over her wide, strong shoulders as she did so. But it was the fact that it looked like she almost had to force herself through the door opening that really made James’s eyes pop. He knew how big she was, how thick and powerful and curvy, but he still hadn’t gotten used to watching those wide hips and giant thighs navigate themselves through these “normal” openings. Her boobs squished up against the side of the door frame as she grimaced playfully, looking down at him as she finally managed to wrest her body into his office, her curves shaking all over with the aftershocks of her effort.

“Oh honey…come here,” Brooke murmured quickly, her eyes full of care as she crossed the space between the door and his desk in one stride. The next thing James knew, he was engulfed in a plush but powerful embrace. He felt the warm, soft kiss of her lips against his cheek, which lingered for a few insistent seconds before withdrawing with an audible smooch.

“So you’re okay, then?” Brooke asked, backing up slightly so that she could get a good look at him. Her huge hands began busily groping about his body, testing his arms for size, wrapping around his shoulders, and even his legs. Her hands could easily go all the way around his thighs now, even with the added bulk of his pants.

“Y-yeah…yeah I’m okay…really,” James replied, already out of breath just from the weight of Brooke’s attentions. He could feel himself becoming aroused all over again. The tiny golden man trinket, which was hanging from her necklace, winked at him from between her big breasts, glinting in the late-afternoon sun streaming in through the blinds.

“Oh baby…” Brooke said, her voice so tender that it almost sounded like she was apologizing for what had happened, “Look at you…”

“I, uh…yeah, I’m a little smaller…just a little, though!” James chuckled.

“We’re gonna need to get you some new clothes, pronto,” Brooke hummed, clearly letting her usual caregiver self take over for a moment as she fussed with his baggy shirt, “I mean, I’m not saying that there’s not a certain charm to the roomy look, since it makes you seem even smaller but…”

And here she paused, looking down at him, and her mouth curved up into a self-conscious grin as she lifted her hands away from him and backed herself up into the client chair, squishing her colossal curves down into it and making the chair groan as she sat down.

“I’m sorry!” Brooke giggled, waving her hands at him in the “hands off” motion before settling them into her lap, “I know I’m the “client” here, but I…I just couldn’t help myself, James. Just had to make sure you were okay.”

“Totally…understandable,” James laughed, returning her grin as he took a deep breath, steadying his own arousal, “And really – I am.”

“I believe you,” Brooke nodded genuinely, before putting her hand over her heart, “And I solemnly swear not to m*ther you for the next hour.”

“Okay, deal!” James chuckled. He paused, wondering maybe if he owed Brooke some kind of an explanation for the fact that he had shrunk, but she was one step ahead of him, leaning forward to answer his uncertainty before he even expressed it.

“And no need to explain what happened right now,” she said, her beautiful blue eyes blinking at him with the slightest hint of lascivious enjoyment, “Bonnie told me all about it, and…we can talk about it later. Just know that I’m not upset, and that, when I heard about it, and after I knew you were okay…I actually got turned-on.”

“Oh…really?” James asked.

“Really,” Brooke said, before slapping her thighs and sending them quivering anew, “But anyway! Back to business.”

“Yes, definitely!” James nodded, noticing how, even in his office, Brooke was the one who took charge. It just seemed like the natural state between the two of them. “So what brings you in here today?”

“Well I know that the two of us can talk about anything at home,” Brooke began, “But, well…“A” I wanted to support your decision to come back into the office –”

“Very sweet of you,” James smiled.

“And “B,”” Brooke continued, “I actually thought that it might be good for me to come back into the “clinical” setting to discuss some of my issues. Like, just as a kind of shake-up to the routine, you know?”

“Oh I totally get it,” James replied, nodding, “It’s still just me and you as is, but with the added benefit of this setting to help us out. It’s almost like we’re both roleplaying the therapist-client dynamic, but not. It’s both at the same time.”

“Of course you get it,” Brooke smiled broadly, before clasping her hands in her lap and taking a few moments to recollect her thoughts. “Okay, so…everything’s going great on just about every front – school, volleyball…boyfriend… – but lately I’ve been a bit stressed.”

“Mhm,” James said, privately relishing that he got to help Brooke in this way, since she already did so much for him, “Tell me more about that. When you say “stressed,” what does that mean?”

“Well…I guess the more accurate word is “worried,” actually,” Brooke said after a few moments of pondering. James loved how her long, strong fingers intertwined themselves together when she was thinking hard. He had to remind himself not to lose focus, and that, in this moment at least, he was acting as Brooke’s therapist.

“Since “stressed” usually is just an inexact word to describe general uneasiness,” Brooke continued, “But I know what I’m stressed about, you know…worried about. So I guess I should’ve led with that.”

“No, it’s okay, you’re just talking it all out,” James said kindly. “So what are you worried about?”

Brooke’s long fingers continued to twist around themselves in her lap as she looked down at them, with her golden hair hanging down over her face. Even though James had reminded himself to keep this exchange as professional as he could, he just wasn’t able to avoid marveling at how beautiful Brooke was in this moment. She was absolutely stunning…and her vulnerability – especially the fact that she had chosen to be vulnerable with him – made her all the more striking. Her slow movements paradoxically accentuated the sheer size of her limbs, and even though she was just moving around very slightly, the chair groaned out under her 260 pounds of curves. Despite his best efforts, James felt himself getting hard again.

“I’m worried about the sudden attention our relationship is getting,” Brooke replied straightforwardly, looking up and brushing her golden hair out of her face so that her deep blue eyes could see him clearly. Her long, red manicured nails sparkled in the sunlight, and a metallic tinkling sounded out as Brooke’s silver bracelet moved a little on her wrist…but not too much; it didn’t have any more room to go down her arm, since her wrist was so thick and powerful. It flashed through James’s mind that Brooke had playfully pulled that same bracelet all the way up his leg just the other day. His cock was getting even harder, and he had started to sweat.

“You are?” he asked, inwardly fighting to keep his mind on track. It helped that what Brooke was saying concerned their relationship. “But we have each other – isn’t that all that matters?”

“Of course it is,” returned Brooke warmly, though her worried expression hadn’t changed, “Which is why my worries aren’t truly troublesome in the grand scheme of things…but still, I thought it would be a good idea to just sit with the little…uhm, I don’t know, petty worries…and give voice to them, just so they don’t really get their roots into my subconscious without me realizing it.”

“I think that’s very sensible,” James said, trying not to focus on how tightly Brooke’s thick thighs and giant ass were squeezed into the chair. What was wrong with him today!? He had been doing fine after that little loss of control with Jessica! Now that Brooke was in the chair, though, everything seemed different. It was very hard for him to concentrate on anything except how huge and gorgeous she was. But he hunkered down and kept trying, because he knew Brooke needed him right now.

“So yeah, these aren’t, like, earth-shattering concerns,” Brooke continued, smiling a little, “But they’ve still been on my mind.” She paused to gather herself again, and James could tell that she was searching for the exact right words to describe her feelings. He was hoping that this brief pause would allow him to “reset” his own mind and body.

“So I know that everything’s changed because of the virus,” she said after a few moments, “For everyone, right? I mean, at this point, there’s no one that hasn’t been affected in some way or another. It truly is a new world order that we’re talking about here.”

“It sure is,” James agreed. Something about the phrase “new world order,” and the softly emphatic way Brooke had just said it in her deep, feminine, sexy voice, made him even more aroused.

“But I want to be realistic, James,” Brooke said, looking at him square in the eyes. “I’m under no illusions that you’re one of the one percent, and that, in all likelihood, you’re going to get much, much smaller…smaller even than you are now.”

“Yeah, I uh…I think that’s a safe bet,” he replied. His throat had gone dry, and he could feel the heat rising up in his face again. It was the same feeling he had experienced with Jessica earlier, except this time it was much more intense.

“Of course I love every aspect of your body, James,” Brooke persisted, “And will continue to even as you get smaller and smaller…ugh god…especially when that happens…” And here her eyes sparkled with a glint of that telltale lascivious glee that James was so taken by. Seemingly unconsciously, she fingered the tiny golden man-trinket in between her breasts. James was trying to take long breaths in through his nose to calm his arousal, but Brooke certainly wasn’t making it any easier for him.

“But my worries aren’t about that at all,” she continued, returning to her serious demeanor, “They’re about the public nature of our relationship. Like, not to be over-dramatic, but we’re already something of a “celebrity couple” around here.”

“We are, yeah!” James chuckled, nodding. His cock was nearly full-mast now.

“And as much as I enjoy all the attention with you,” Brooke said, “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t wear on me in some ways.”

“Can you talk a little more about that?” James asked. He wanted to hear about what Brooke had to say, really he did. But this was also part of a strategy to try and get a-hold of himself. He had reached a point where, if he spoke more than a sentence or two, it was going to become very obvious that he was struggling to maintain control. He briefly considered stopping the session and telling Brooke what was going on, but he really wanted to try for her, to see if he could keep it together.

“Well for starters,” Brooke replied, “I really miss going out to dinner with you and just, you know…being left alone. But nowadays we can’t go out for coffee or a sandwich, or even a walk down the street – let alone a nice dinner – without all these people coming up to us and snapping pictures and asking us questions and…well, you know.”

“Mhm, yeah, it’s certainly been a change,” James nodded.

“And look – it’s not that I hate the attention or anything,” Brooke said, gesturing meaningfully with her big hands, “To be honest I think it’s super-hot, actually.”

“Yeah, yeah I do too,” James smiled.

“I know you do,” she said quickly back, as she kept on her roll, “But more and more, as the attention around us grows, there’s a big part of me that just wants to…get away from it all. To go somewhere with you where no one can bug us and we can just, you know, BE together.”

“Well let’s do it then,” James said bluntly. He was still struggling, yes…struggling mightily. The afternoon sunshine was catching Brooke’s blond hair just right, and her blue eyes were dazzling, and her hands and arms were huge, and every movement she was making in the chair made it groan out even more, and…James was losing control…fast. He could feel another shrink spike coming on. But even in the midst of all this, he could see a solution to his girlfriend’s worries.

“Huh?” Brooke asked blankly, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s go somewhere,” James replied, wiping his brow as he tried to sit up a little straighter. His shirt was beginning to feel even more loose than it had been for most of the day. “On a vacation.”

Brooke opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it, tilting her head to the side as she appeared to consider his proposal. But the next moment she was exhaling out and sadly shaking her head, laughing a little.

“James…oh god…I really wish we could,” she sighed, “But I’ve got like three exams next week, and then we have a big game against the Cornhuskers the week after and, UGH GOD it would be soooo nice to take a week or two and go somewhere, but –”

“I’m not talking about a week or two,” James cut in, “We can do that over Christmas Break. I’m just talking about a day or two. A nice weekend trip somewhere. Something we plan out in advance and just…you know, go for it.”

Brooke blinked at him silently for a few seconds more. At first, James thought that she might have noticed that he was starting to shrink again, but her next words showed that it hadn’t yet come to her attention.

“I…you know what, James?” she said, beginning to laugh, “This sounds so silly, but – I’ve always thought of a “vacation” in terms of weeks, not days…like my family and I never took a vacation that was shorter than a week, since Dad always worked really long hours, and saved up a lot of PTO and then we all just took a big old vacation and…”

She stopped, blushing with joyful embarrassment.

“Is it really that simple?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically self-conscious, even as she was grinning at him.

“It’s really that simple,” James returned, smiling at his success in helping her, despite what was going on. It was only a matter of time before Brooke realized. Again, it flashed through his mind that he should probably tell her, but she was having such a nice moment that he wanted her to have it for as long as she could.

“Oh my gosh,” laughed Brooke, shaking her head, “I really can get stuck in some very…uh, elementary mind loops. Like, it’s the most obvious thing in the world that we could just take a day or two and go somewhere – just you and me. Oooo, we could pop on down to the beach for a quick little trip if you wanted, or…or if you weren’t feeling that, maybe we could go on a hike in the mountains! There’s actually a suuuuper cute little cabin that I was reading about – one of those special “couples cabins,” you know? Maybe I could book it for next…uhhh…oh god…oh my god…James…it’s….it’s happening again…!”

Brooke’s blue eyes had suddenly gone wide as she realized that James was in the middle of a shrink spike, and she moved to quickly stand up out of the chair. But her ass and hips were so big that she was lodged in place, which meant that her sudden movements exerted a devastating force on the already-tense piece of furniture. With a loud, splintering crack, the chair split down the middle and fell off her ass as she rose up above James, reaching out her hand to support his back as he dwindled down into his clothes.

“Baby…it’s okay…I’ve got you,” Brooke cooed, ignoring the broken chair as she focused all her attention on making sure James didn’t hit his head, should he faint. After several more seconds, the shrink spike was over, and James was sitting in a pile of clothing that was so loose on him now it was like he was covered with blankets. He was now only 2’1.

“I’m sorry, oh god…I really was trying,” James breathed, catching his breath, “I don’t know what came over me, Brooke…you were just…just sitting there in the chair, and you…ugh, I don’t know. You just looked so hot and…”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Brooke cooed at him, lovingly petting his back with her massive hand, “Deep breaths. You don’t need to make excuses for thinking I’m sexy. And, actually…” – and here Brooke winked down at him with a teasing smile – “As far as I’m concerned, you owed me that after shrinking WITHOUT me in front of that little goth bitch.”

For a split second, James thought that Brooke was being serious, but he could immediately tell, from the playful glimmer in her eye, that she wasn’t. After another couple seconds, he managed a humorous riposte in his best “therapist” voice:

“Well, I’m sorry, Ms. Hinson, but my sessions with other clients are strictly confidential, so –”

“OHO! You little rascal,” she purred, gathering him up in her arms. The next moment, she had flipped off James’s “shirt,” and he was standing there before her, completely naked, still totally erect. Brooke’s lips parted in amazement, and, for the next full minute, she just silently felt him all over with her huge hands, her clinking bracelet the only sound in the office. She wrapped her hands lovingly all the way around his thighs, she felt up his arms, she palmed his entire back and chest. It was like she could barely believe how small he was, and that she was taking in every minute detail of his shrunken body, giving it attention, and loving it.

“James…oh my god, you’re so small!” Brooke exclaimed softly, “Look at this…LOOK at this!”

She planted her hand by his foot, and measured up her forearm against his leg. Not only was her arm longer than his leg, but it was thicker, in its largest part, than his entire torso. And with her hand planted this way, James found himself staring into the middle of her bicep muscle. Her single arm was taller than him, thicker than him, heavier than him, stronger than him.

“B-Brooke…!” he choked out, and then, quite suddenly, all in a rush of heat, he began to shrink again, even faster than before.

“James! Oh god, oh god…James!” Brooke cried, not in a panic, but in a sheer outburst of arousal, “Come here, come here!”

She seized him in one hand as he continued to shrink, with her hand wrapping all the way around his waist, and then, the next moment, she carefully but swiftly deposited him down on the floor, directly next to her 7-inch platform heel. James found himself gawking up at the titanic, statuesque majesty of Brooke…HIS Brooke, as she loomed high over him, watching him get smaller and smaller and smaller. It was the hottest thing she had ever done – that anyone had ever done – for him. Right there, in the midst of a shrink spike, she had put him down on the floor, right next to her huge platform heel, just so he could stare up at her as he shrank.

“Look up at me, James,” Brooke boomed, still speaking softly, though her voice had now taken on an intense new kind of resonance to James’s diminished ears, “I want to look into your eyes as you get smaller.”

This was all so unbelievably hot to James that he actually whimpered out in sheer lust, leaning against Brooke’s colossal heel as he continued to shrink. The 7-inch platform had been about even with his shins before, but now it was up to his knees…now the middle of his thighs…now his waist…and he just kept shrinking. Breathing even heavier now, still staring up at Brooke, he began to hump her gigantic heel, unable to resist the animal impulse any longer. Brooke watched him the whole time, her nostrils flaring high above him, as her deep blue eyes flashed in the late-afternoon sun, her head framed by that shimmering crown of blond hair. She looked like a goddess, and to James, at this point, she WAS.

“Guuuyyyuuhhhh!” he gasped out, helplessly painting Brooke’s platform heel with his cum. Rope after rope of his seed came leaping out of his cock, in wave after wave of offering to his goddess. When he was finally done, the shrinking had ceased. Breathless, he came to his senses and saw that he was leaning against Brooke’s huge platform, and when he stood up, he couldn’t believe it. The top of her 7-inch heel was even with his upper chest. The next moment, he heard a metallic tape measure unfurl, and, turning around, he found himself staring just above the 9-inch mark. Then Brooke’s voice issued out, seemingly from the heavens, a rumbling tide of power, whose deep, shaking timbre proved she was just as aroused as he was.

“10 inches, James…you’re 10 inches tall.”