The Shrink, Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Chapter 10After a short double-knock on the door at the end of the hallway, Emily stood waiting, smiling up at Brooke before glancing way down at James, who was standing by Brooke’s colossal 10-inch pink platform heel. The smooth mass of the platform felt gigantic next to his little body, and, sensing that the all-too-familiar weakness of arousal was beginning to overwhelm him, James glanced upward toward the top of the heel, a full 2 inches above his head. This was just her heel…her platform heel. It was already so much bigger than him. Looking past the heel itself, James saw Brooke’s golden anklet winking down at him, as if to teasingly say: ‘I’m just her anklet…and you couldn’t reach me even if you jumped!’As he continued to look up, up, up, James could see the towering skyscraper of Brooke’s luscious body, squeezed into that skimpy bubble-gum pink dress, looming over him, her face barely visible beyond the overhanging cliffs of her breasts far beyond his head. His eyes caught the sparkling array of something high up, and he blinked, realizing that it was the golden rings on her fingers as she flexed and unflexed her fists, shaking out her excitement through her long, manicured fingers. Even this slight movement sent rolling waves of her sweet scent wafting down to him, ruffling his hair and filling his nostrils with her aura. James gulped, taking a few deep breaths as he lowered his eyes, trying to steady himself. Already, Brooke seemed like a goddess to him, and he wondered if it was possible to be any more enamored with her.James leaned against Brooke’s heel, a bit tired-out from the long walk down the hallway, but even in the midst of his physical exhaustion, James couldn’t avoid the adrenaline rushing through his body. They were about to meet Christina, Brooke’s agent, the woman he had already heard so much about. And all of this was about…what again? Some sort of nebulous “plans” that Brooke had hinted at, with that playful, knowing, sexy smile of hers. That’s all James had to go on now – but it was more than enough to get his heart pumping, especially since Brooke, for all her poise and self-control, was obviously VERY excited for whatever was about to happen.“Is that who I think it is, Emily?” came the full-throated waltz of a feminine voice from behind the doorway. James immediately felt himself relaxing a little, even as his heart started beating quicker. The voice seemed so pleasant and good-natured that any anxiety he had about meeting this new person was instantly quelled, and yet, at the same time, she just sounded so…big and confident.“Yes it is!” Emily responded, smiling broadly at Brooke.“Send them in, send them in!” sang the voice behind the door, and the next moment, Emily cracked the door and pushed it open, ushering Brooke and James into a large, sunlit office that was full of expensive-looking mahogany furniture that glowed pleasantly in the light streaming through the large windows. But it wasn’t the furniture that James was focused on. A huge, curvy young woman was pirouetting around the large desk in the center of the office, her long, lush auburn hair framing a smiling face that somehow managed to look both joyous and authoritative at the same time. She was older than Brooke, obviously, but probably younger than him, even though the size difference clearly did not bear that out. Christina was quite tall, 6’0 in her bare feet as a matter of fact, but, of course, she wasn’t barefoot. Instead, she sported a pair of stylish, 6-inch blue heels, which matched perfectly with the white dress that clung tightly to her thick curves. Her thighs especially looked quite powerful, and James couldn’t help but wonder how much Christina squatted…surely not as much as Brooke, but then again, who did? It was clear enough that Brooke’s agent cared about staying in shape, which only contributed to the authority of her presence as she came swinging around her desk to meet them.“Brooke…goodness, girlie,” Christina laughed, stepping quickly over to embrace her client in a big hug (to James it looked like two mountains meeting), “I’ve seen you a thousand times and…the bubble gum pink always just takes my breath away. How tall are you in those heels!?”“7’3,” replied Brooke proudly, stretching herself up to her full height, just for fun.“And here I am thinking that at 6’6 I’d be the head honcho in the office,” laughed Christina, shaking her pretty head, “Not with Brooke Hinson in here, Jeeeeesus.”She suddenly broke off and peered down toward Brooke’s feet, staring directly at James, who couldn’t help but cower a bit under her gaze. It wasn’t that he was unaccustomed to being around huge, towering, assertive women. It was just that, as an 8-inch-tall man, he wasn’t able to help feeling cowed in the presence of a new giantess. For a moment, he clung tightly to the side of Brooke’s heel, but then, after seeing Christina’s warm smile and reminding himself that everything was safe, he stepped forward and reached up his little hand.“Hi Christina!” he called up to her, “I’m James – very pleased to meet you!”“And likewise,” Christina returned, glancing up at Brooke, as if to say ‘oh my god how did you bag the cutest man on earth!?’ before looking back at James, reaching down her hand, and “shaking” his with the gentlest pinch of her thumb and forefinger.“Brooke’s told me about some, uhm…plans that you’ve been cooking up,” James continued, even as he registered how huge Christina’s fingers were compared to his hand. He was able to keep up a pretense of normalcy, however, since he had been getting plenty of practice with someone much bigger. “And I’ve been trying to get her to say more, but she’s been playing her cards pretty close to the chest.”“Oh that’s not like Brooke at aaaaaall!” Christina exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she straightened back up, winking at Brooke before going back around to the other side of her desk, “Feeding you little bits of info to keep you hooked, drumming up the drama, letting the intrigue build and build, just to tease you!? No way, you must be talking about some other 7-foot genius D1 bimbo.”“Heyyyy I’m not a bimbo!” Brooke shot back, “Would a bimbo have squished herself into a short pink dress that barely fits without her boobs and butt spilling out, with matching 10-inch bubble gum heels…oh wait…”“Of course, I’m only needling your girlfriend,” Christina laughed, appreciating the self-deprecating humor, as Brooke gently cupped James in her hand and lifted him up onto Christina’s desk. He instantly realized that he was standing on a huge array of outsplayed papers arranged in an orderly fashion. It looked like Christina had prepared them specifically for this meeting. Were these…the plans that Brooke had been talking about!? Glancing down, he caught sight of a series of professional-looking drawings that seemed to depict a variety of necklaces, anklets, and rings, adorned with a colorful variety of gemstones. He felt his heart quicken a little as he started to get even more excited.“I don’t blame her,” Christina continued, lowering herself into her chair, as Brooke plopped her giant ass down on the side of the desk, completely taking up about a quarter of the available space, “The stuff we’ve been cooking up together…it’s best presented to you all at once, for maximum effect.”“So…what’ve you two been planning?” James asked, trying to keep his voice calm as he settled into a sitting position close to the immense, jiggly boulder of Brooke’s left ass cheek. He suddenly felt the hot, gentle weight of something huge on his back, and he turned up to see that Brooke was lovingly petting him with her thumb, an excited smile on her face, as the golden rings on her other fingers sparkling in the sunlight. James gulped and tried to smile back at her, realizing that he could put his leg through any of those rings, with plenty of room to spare.“Well James,” Christina began, leaning down on both hands as she posed dramatically behind her desk, “Ever since you and Brooke started to date, the two of us have been talking about special your relationship is, and when Brooke mentioned that it was a near-certainty that you were in the one percent of hupo patients that will shrink under two feet…”She stopped, and her mouth curved upward in a knowing grin as her pretty eyes flashed mischievously. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and, even though James felt a little nervous for whatever was coming next, he couldn’t avoid bouncing a little on his hands.“...Yes!?” he asked eagerly.“Mmmm you were right,” Christina chuckled, looking up to Brooke, “Your little guy’s a keeper, alright.” She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and looked back down at James before resuming.“I’m about to lay a couple of VERY momentous facts down, James,” she said, “So buckle up. Number one…” – and here she unfurled her long, elegant finger, counting on it…James noticed that her blue nail polish matched her heels – “As an agent to a number of, shall we say, influential high-ups, Brooke here being one of them…I have access to some very interesting inside information about the progression of the hupo virus through the male population.”“Oh…really?” James asked, his heart rate increasing.“Mhmmm,” Christina nodded slowly, drawing out her tongue to briefly wet her full lips before continuing, “I have it on good authority that the CDC’s true estimates for men’s sizes in the not-too-distant future are not being reported to the public.”James blinked at Christina, then turned to look up at Brooke. Her huge, powerful torso loomed high over him, but James could see up past her enormous breasts – she had her gaze fixed on him, and as their eyes met, their eyebrows went up in tandem. He could tell that she had been itching to tell him this new information, and now that it was out in the open, she could barely contain her excitement.“That’s…interesting,” James replied, still looking at Brooke, before turning back to Christina. He knew that this was just the beginning of her spiel; she was feeding him the information slowly, so that he could digest it without being totally blindsided and overwhelmed. It was obvious that she was about to drop a huge bombshell.“So, uh…what…what are the estimates that aren’t being reported?” he heard himself ask.Christina’s smile had slowly morphed into a smirk, and she bent down close towards him, her wavy auburn hair sending fruity currents of air wafting over James’s face as his breath caught in his chest, waiting for her answer.“By the time the pandemic fades,” Christina replied slowly, her rich voice infusing the air of her office, “within the next three to four months…every man infected with the virus – which of course means all men – will have shrunk down to one inch…or smaller.”The office was silent, except for the distant hum of the cars down below on the street.“What?” James asked, deadpan, a few moments later.“I know, right!?” Brooke chuckled, tapping all five fingers close to him on Christina’s desk, so that it felt to James like the earth was rumbling beneath him. “That was exactly what I said when she told me!”“But…but how could they possibly keep that information hidden!?” James blurted out. “Why aren’t they telling everyone??”“It’s such a pivotal and historic paradigm shift,” Christina explained calmly, “Not just in the scientific world, of course. On a worldwide, societal scale, there is no equivalent to this in human history. The taming of fire…the Industrial Revolution…the invention of nuclear weapons…all of those things pale in comparison to the way our society will be completely upended. Can you imagine the chaos that would ensue if such an announcement was made?”“I, uh…it’s hard to imagine,” James admitted. He hadn’t even realized it, but as Christina continued speaking, he had reached out to hold onto Brooke’s forearm, with her huge fingers continuing to tap excitedly on the table. It wasn’t exactly that James was scared of what he was hearing. He was shocked, to be sure. But it was such an insane bit of information to have dropped on him so suddenly, and, without his brain even understanding himself in the moment, his body recognized that he needed the reassurance of Brooke’s warm touch. And as James leaned gently into her forearm, with his own arm wrapping slowly around it in a subconscious gesture of vulnerability, Brooke felt the slight tremble of his touch and bit her lower lip, silently sucking in her breath through flared nostrils. She knew that this wasn’t a moment to indulge in her own arousal, especially since she wanted to be completely present for James as he heard this earth-shattering news. But she privately filed away how hot James’s subconscious vulnerability had been.‘Oh you don’t have to worry about a THING, sweet one,’ she thought, a fierce tenderness suddenly flaring up within her. ‘Not…a single…thing.’ Ever since the two of them had started dating, she had always relished the sense of responsibility she felt toward him, but what she was feeling now was an entirely new level of protectiveness. As the goosebumps rose up on her arm at the touch of James’s little hands, she could not have imagined feeling more up to the task.“And, you know, I don’t work in public policy,” chuckled Christina, “So I don’t know exactly what their rationale is, but I imagine that the higher-ups figure that it’s going to be easier to just organically let the virus run its course, rather than issuing apocalyptic warnings about the end of society as we know it.”“And the beginning of a new society,” Brooke added with a grin. James detected a new kind of depth in her voice, a new kind of meaningful timbre, that was truly threatening to turn him on. But he couldn’t quite give into those feelings right now. He was too busy processing the head-churning reality of what he had just heard.“Exactly,” nodded Christina, with that telltale sparkle in her eyes.“So I guess they figure,” James offered, having realized that he was holding onto Brooke’s arm, but not doing anything to change his position, “That the effects are going to become clear soon enough, so…uh, why throw everyone into a panic, right?”“Right!” Christina exclaimed. “At least, that’s essentially what I figured. But aside from the craziness of THAT bit of news, James…are you ready to hear something even MORE intense? For you, anyway.”“I…I can’t imagine anything more intense than what you just told me!” exclaimed James, looking up and sharing a laugh with Brooke.“Can you not?” smirked Christina, as she took out a thick binder and began flipping through the pages. “Well then, take a deep breath James, because I’m about to blow your mind.”She paused, studying James closely, and he understood that she was quite serious. His little heart had already been drumming away in his chest, but now it kicked into an even higher gear. He gripped Brooke’s forearm a little tighter, and she gently drew a long, reassuring finger down his back.“About a month ago,” Christina began, “Brooke provided me with your medical records. I believe she mentioned that to you at the time, yes?”“Uh…I…yeah, I seem to remember you mentioning that,” he said to Booke. “Something about your agent needing it to do some research on mixed-sized couples. I consented, of course.”“Mhm yes, well…” said Christina, still thumbing through the pages in the binder, “Just a couple days ago, I heard back from the medical specialists I had hired to provide me a detailed portrait of both of your medical records. Brooke, as it turns out, is in the top 99.999% of just about every conceivable physical category.”“What a shocker that is to hear!” exclaimed James, causing both Christina and Brooke to laugh. It was nice to have at least a moment of levity in what otherwise felt like a very serious and significant conversation.“But you, James,” said Christina, slowly and meaningfully, “Although you’re in perfectly good health, the short-term side effects of hupo notwithstanding, of course, it’s been discovered that your infection is…well, there’s just no other way to say it. It’s a special case.”“A…special case?” asked James. It felt like everything was suddenly grinding to a halt. What on earth was she talking about!?“And I want to emphasize, straight away,” continued Christina, “That, as I said before, you’re perfectly healthy, and there’s nothing for you to worry about, health-wise. You’re not in any danger.”“Okay, that’s…yeah, good to hear,” nodded James slowly, “But…the special case?”“The researchers found a unique anomaly in the way that your mitochondria respond to the hupo virus,” Christina said, putting on her reading glasses (which made her look even more authoritative…and therefore even hotter) as her eyes moved carefully over the page, just to make sure she was getting all the details right, “Particularly regarding the physiological changes related to oxidative stress, hypoxia, endoplasmic reticulum stress, and dysregulated calcium homeostasis.”She paused, taking off her glasses as she stared down at James.“Now I know that might all sound a bit alarming…” she began.“Mhm, just…just a bit,” agreed James, eliciting a comforting hum from Brooke as she took it upon herself to wrap her huge, tender hand around him, lift him up off the desk, and plop him comfortably down in the middle of her warm lap. Even though this gesture was quite reassuring, it communicated to James that the real kicker was about to drop.“But, health-wise, as far as your organ function, and so on…you know, as far as your general well-being is concerned, there’s nothing to worry about,” Christina said. “But all that technical stuff I just said, James…the real result of that anomaly in your mitochondria, is that you’re going to shrink down…a LOT more than all the other men.”“Oh…ohhhhh!” laughed James, feeling a sudden wave of relief, forgetting that Christina had already mentioned this fact before, “You mean I’m in the one percent! The percentage of men who will be especially small – yeah, I already knew that!”“Uh-uh, James,” said Christina, shaking her head, “You don’t understand.”“She’s not talking about the one percent thing, sweetie,” Brooke said softly down to him, kneading his shoulders with the pads of her fingers.“I’m talking about you having an entirely unique mitochondrial anomaly as an immune response to the hupo virus,” Christina said bluntly, “One that, in several month’s time, will result in you shrinking down to become the smallest man in the world.”The office was quiet again, except this time, James didn’t hear the cars down below in the street. Christina and Brooke didn’t say anything, letting James take some time to digest what had just been said. Brooke continued to gently knead James’s shoulders with her fingers in a silent show of support. After about twenty seconds, he turned to look up at her, and he felt a sudden warm wave wash over him as he beheld the sweetest, tenderness smile he had ever seen on her face…and that was saying something. Before, his mind had almost been blank, with no idea how to feel about this new information. But now, as he stared up at Brooke, her warm, loving smile told him everything he needed to know: she was going to be by his side every step of the way, it was all going to be okay…and actually, it was going to be MORE than okay. It was going to be transformative, metamorphic, in the most glorious and sexy way. Despite how overwhelmed he was feeling, James started to get hard.“You okay honey?” came Brooke’s deep, gentle voice, as she delicately squeezed his torso in her hands.“Y-Yeah…yeah, I’m…I’m actually good,” he replied, his voice shaking a little, before he looked back up at her with a smile on his face. “I always knew I was special…”“I always knew that you were too!” laughed Brooke, with Christina chuckling appreciatively at James’s lighthearted quip. It was clear that she was quite impressed with his attitude.“So, um…how small are we talking?” James asked a few moments later. “Were they able to pinpoint a…you know, a specific size?”“They were, actually,” Christina responded, not even having to consult her notes this time. “Because of the incredibly high accuracy of their predictive mitochondrial models, they were able to conclude, definitively, that you’ll shrink all the way down to one sixteenth of an inch.”“One…sixteenth!?” James hadn’t intended his voice to crack like that; that’s just how it came out.“Or, put another way, 1.588 millimeters,” Christina added fastidiously. “Either way you look at it, it’ll be…that small.”She had brought out a ruler and was pinching her thumb and forefinger together by the “0 inch” marker. The space between them was so minute that, from his vantage point, it looked like Christina’s fingers were touching. His brain started doing backflips. He was going to shrink down THAT SMALL!? How was he going to interact with Brooke when he was that tiny?? How was he going to do anything safely, without the risk of getting squished!?“I know what you’re thinking,” Brooke said sweetly, “And I’m just gonna stop you right there, before you start…uhh…what was that word you taught me?”“Catastrophizing?” asked James blankly, realizing that was exactly what he was doing.“Yeah, catastrophizing!” Brooke laughed, “Ugh, great word! Anyway – before you start going off the deep end worrying about how we’re gonna be able to interact, know that these same researchers have developed a special…oh god, now I’m forgetting everything…”“Not very like you,” chuckled Christina.“I know, I know, I’m just all excited and frazzled!” laughed Brooke, spreading her long fingers wide and shaking her hand next to her head. Her rings sparkled again in the sunlight.“The tungsten-alloy coating solution…” offered Christina helpfully.“Oh right, right!” Brooke proceeded brightly, “Those researchers got working on a special solution – I mean, literally, a liquid solution, you understand…that you submerge yourself in, once you’ve reached your final size, and the special tungsten alloy, like, seeps into your skin and basically protects you from accidents.”“With no side effects,” Christina added, “Other than the fact that your skin may have a slight metallic taste for a few days after administration.”“Which of course I’ll handle with grace,” remarked Brooke, bouncing her eyebrows down at him as she flicked her tongue out at him playfully. James hadn’t stopped being aroused, even in the midst of all these stunning new revelations, and Brooke’s raunchy playfulness only made his little cock harder as he continued trying to process this tidal wave of information.“They’ve already tested it on identical-sized stand-in models,” Christina continued, “And it works like a charm. The prototype is called “NanoShell,” but the formula’s already been bought by a major company, since it’s gonna essentially be an inelastic good for every man on the planet in a couple month’s time. I think the company’s gonna end up calling it “TinyTitan,” which of course is waaaaay cuter. Guess it pays to have a marketing department, huh?”“Oh totally,” Brooke nodded in agreement, “So the point is, James, that neither of us will have to worry about you getting hurt.”“Geez…well…that’s, uhh…that’s a relief!” James laughed, finding his voice and shaking his head as he heaved a couple deep breaths. “Man, I just…I don’t know what to say. But it sounds like all the bases have been covered…”Brooke and Christina looked at each other, and James could sense that the furtive excitement they had both been containing was about to spill forth.“You don’t even know the half of it,” Christina grinned at him, “And that leads us perfectly into…well, the final part of our “great reveal.” I would ask you to buckle up again, but it’s already clear that you’re safely along for the ride, James. I love your attitude. Seriously, it’s so impressive. I’ve already said it, Brooke…but you picked a good one.”As she was speaking, Christina was reaching under her desk, briefly disappearing from view. She reemerged a moment later with a large cardboard box, which she placed on her desk with a clattering thump. James could hear lots of metallic things clinking around in the box, and his interest grew even more intense. The box was so large that he couldn’t see much inside, but he was able to catch sight of something shiny…something golden. He wondered if it was possible for the THIRD reveal to be as intense and mind-boggling as the first two.“Your girlfriend,” said Christina, “Is a personal agent’s dream…” – and here she started rattling things off on her fingers – “talent, consistency, communication, trust, professionalism, drive, emotional stability, work ethic…you name it…your girl’s got it all.”“Don’t I know it!” smiled James.“Oh you two…” Brooke said, trying to be dismissive as she waved her hand, even though she was blushing.“But two other crucial traits she has,” Christina continued, “Are marketability…and clarity of vision.”“Yep, yep, she sure has those too,” agreed James. He shifted slightly in Brooke’s lap, and she gently prodded him over to the side with her huge hand, so that he could sit on the massive, voluminous squish of her left thigh. Even though her flesh felt soft and pillowy, it barely gave way at all under his weight. James knew that the thigh muscle underneath had to weigh at least 10 times his entire bodyweight.Christina paused and stared long and hard at him, a slight smile on her face. James wondered if she was just relishing the tension, or if there was another reason for her interlude.“James,” she said presently, her voice even and pleasant, almost like she was talking about the weather, “As I know you’re already well-aware, Brooke is a star…a national star.”“Oh I know,” James chuckled, “She gets recognized constantly. And I’m sure it would be the same if she went to other cities too. She’s very…uhm…recognizable.”“Uh-huh,” nodded Christina, “Exactly. And it won’t be long, James, before YOU are just as recognizable as your girlfriend…albeit a lot harder to see. You understand what I’m saying?”“Yeah, I…I guess that makes sense,” James replied, feeling odd acknowledging it out loud.“And that’s where that marketability and clarity of vision I was talking about before come in,” Christina said. “A month ago, that same day Brooke came to me with your medical records, she also came with the germ of an idea. Nothing fleshed out, right? But an idea. Your girlfriend already had a hunch that there was something special about the way you were shrinking…don’t know how you smelled it out, Brooke…”“Sixth sense,” Brooke advised with a wink, tapping one long index finger to her temple as she petted James’s back with the other.“Well however you did it,” Christina continued, “Your prediction proved quite prescient, and a good thing too, because I took your initial idea and ran with it, and here we are now, with a big cardboard box-full of prototypes.”“Whoa, okay, hold on,” said James, putting up his hands, “What…um…what was Brooke’s initial idea?”“It’s very simple,” smiled Christina, her eyes going back and forth between Brooke and James, “Based on your shrinking pattern, she had a feeling that you would end up being one of the smallest men in the world. She felt a bit guilty for being so famous and successful, just because she had a 6’5 powerhouse of a body, so she wanted to see if there was a way for me to cook up a marketing strategy that wasn’t just centered around her, but YOU as well.”“Me…?” asked James, not understanding. “But…why me? Brooke’s the star – I’m just the boyfriend!”“Wronggggg,” countered Brooke, shaking her head down at him, “Pretty soon, you’re going to be the smallest man on the planet…just as famous, if not MORE famous, than I am!”“But I…uhh…okay…” was all James could muster as he tried to make sense of all of this in his head.“I’ve spent the last few weeks designing a potential bedrock for…and I’m not being hyperbolic here…your media empire together.”“Media…empire!?” James gaped, staggered.“If things go as planned,” nodded Christina confidently, “Big Brooke and Tiny James will both be household names…always spoken together.”“So, you mean…market us together?” James asked, “As a couple?”“Precisely,” replied Christina, “It’s the perfect time to take advantage of the Great Resizing. We’ve got everything we need for a smashing success. We’ve got the most important thing: a genuine, loving relationship between the two of you, and, if I may say, two easygoing and sensible personalities that won’t be warped by the ensuing fame. And we’ve got the special insider info to give us a head start. AND, of course, it goes without saying that we’ve got the limitless potential of a 6’5 blonde bombshell 20-year-old D1 athlete dating her 37-year-old little sweetheart who is one sixteenth of an inch tall. And they both adore each other. Organic. Compelling. Sexy. It’s perfect.”“Wow, this is…wow,” James managed to say, staring wide-eyed up at Brooke, who returned his look, as if to say, ‘I know, crazy, right!?’“So…what have you been working on?” James asked, turning back to Christina. “I mean, how do you plan to market us?”“I’m so glad you asked,” Christina grinned, and the next moment, she had reached into the box and started to lay out an impressive array of products: golden necklaces with amulets, gold and silver anklets, all with a single jewel attached, either deep red rubies, profound kyanite blues, and vibrant green emeralds. There were all manner of rings as well, each of them sporting unique jewels of their own: shy aquamarine, lusty rhodochrosite, proud diamond…the list just went on and on.“These,” said Christina, “Are all just prototypes, but they’re a good idea of what we’re going for.”“They’re all so pretty!” James exclaimed as Brooke gently set him back down on the desk. He walked up to the jewelry, which was obviously made with Brooke in mind, so it was all huge compared to him – the anklets were like hula hoops as he stepped among them.“So…what’s the angle here?” James asked after a few more moments, stopping with his legs spread apart, with one foot in the middle of each anklet. Brooke put her hands up to her mouth, blushing from the sheer cuteness of the image. She knew he wasn’t trying to be funny, which made his pose all the more adorable.“Hmm?” asked Christina, “What do you mean?”“Well these are all really nice,” James said, gesturing around, “But…I mean, only Brooke can wear them, obviously.”“Look closer,” smiled Christina. “Pay special attention to the gemstones.”Puzzled, James bent down and studied the ruby on one of the anklets. It really was a lovely, deep red, but there was something off about the color. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it as he crouched down to examine closer. The gemstone was about the size of his foot as he took it in his hands…and he suddenly realized, as he picked it up an inch off the desk, that it was a lot lighter than he expected. His brow furrowing, he peered closer into the ruby’s depths…and then, it suddenly hit him.“It’s…hollow,” he said out loud, even though he had meant to say the words in his head.“Yes…” said Christina meaningfully, her eyebrows going up at him as her smile widened, “It is.”James opened his mouth, but no words came out. He looked up at Christina, who was slowly nodding, and then up at Brooke, who was beaming down at him with that inimitable and shining smile.“You mean…” James began, unable to speak without a halt in his speech as the pieces all came together in his mind at once, “B-Brooke will be wearing these…and I’ll…I’ll be inside!?”“Bingo,” Christina smirked. “Just look at them all, James – all those amulets on the necklaces, all the jewels on the anklets and rings…I know they look small now, but in a few months…they’ll be the size of living rooms to you.”“And didn’t you say that most of these products will be designed for one-inch-tall men?” asked Brooke, as she watched James continue to navigate all the prototypes, his cheeks blushing redder with each passing minute. She knew he was getting very aroused, and she was right there with him, relishing the slow warmth spreading through her loins. She had asked Christina the question just to try and cool herself off a little bit.“That’s right,” Christina nodded, “Since that’s the size most of the men will be…but, of course, we’ll make special accommodations for our little 1.5-millimeter man…maybe even some miniature furniture bolted to the gemstone floors.”“This is unbelievable!” James was muttering to himself in wonder, looking at all the gorgeous jewelry, trying to wrap his mind around the prospect of being carried around inside an anklet as it hugged Brooke’s shapely leg, or an amulet nestled cozily in between her colossal breasts.“You like the idea?” Christina ventured.“Like it!?” James exclaimed, stopping in place and turning to look up at them both, “I LOVE it! It’s…it’s genius!!”“Mmmmm I knew you’d be on board,” Brooke hummed sexily, making no secret of her own arousal now as her voice seemed to drop an octave, “That’s why I kept the secret for so long…I wanted to build it up for you, sweetie.”“It’s just…it’s all just incredible!” James said in awe.“And we’ll put you two up everywhere,” Christina said, obviously heartened by James’s response, “Billboards, online ads, TV commercials…you guys will be all over. Annnnnd, you know…the brand won’t be limited to jewelry. Check this out, James.”Christina reached back into the box, and the next moment she had pulled out a pair of sexy black stiletto heels. She set them down next to James, so that they towered over his head by several inches.“Check out the heel,” she advised him, and James crouched down again, this time peering closely at the thick black heel.“Oh boy…” he began, his heart truly racing now as he saw what she had intended him to see, “That heel looks hollow too…”“Another perfect little home for a tiny man!” laughed Christina. “Just imagine, a world of women strutting around, with their dads and husbands and boyfriends hitching a ride in the stiletto-ends of their heels!”“Amazing…” breathed James, positively buzzing with arousal now. The mere thought of this becoming the norm was enough to get his engine running, but to then imagine that he and Brooke were going to be the dual FACE of this new world, the prototypical couple, and that HE was going to be the SMALLEST man on EARTH…it was all almost too much for his aroused brain to handle. His cock was rock-hard now, and tenting his pants.“There’s a lot more to show,” Christina said, “But how about I just show you one more thing for now, since you probably need a little time to process…”She reached her hands into the box, and brought out something that James couldn’t see at first, since it was so high above him. But then, a second later, Christina had carefully set it down in front of him, and James beheld…a model house. It was a nice-looking 2-story model, about 14 inches high in total, with a 3-inch front door. For a bizarre moment, James’s vision was completely taken up by the panorama of the house itself, and, in that moment, he felt like a giant.“Now, you’re far too big for this model right now,” Christina was saying, “But in a week?”“It’ll be perrrrrfect for you,” Brooke said warmly, reaching down her fingers to gingerly pinch the doorknob and open the front door. “See James? Fully furnished and everything! Sofas, a little bed with sheets, sinks with running water that gets cleaned and reused through a special filtration system in the walls…”“I…I don’t know what to say!” James blurted out, his chest heaving. He felt so overwhelmed, so loved, and so aroused all at once that he was afraid that he might pass out or something. He walked over to the front of the house and gently leaned on its facade, listening to the house groan and creak a little under his weight.“Hey careful there, big boy,” Christina teased, “No demolishing the prototype…heh, just kidding…and anyway, it won’t be long before you need…this one.”She had brought out a replica of the same exact house, except it was a third the size, barely over four inches tall.“Uhh…” was all James could say. His cock was so hard. His heart was beating so fast. Brooke’s gigantic, beautiful hand was spider-crawling across the table toward the smaller house, rearing up to loom over it like an immense monstrosity, casting the house completely in her hand’s shadow.“And then…this one,” Christina giggled, bringing out another replica house that was only an inch tall, setting it by his feet.“Then THIS one!” she finished, laughing harder as he brought out the smallest replica yet, barely even half an inch tall.“And still,” she said, “This smallest one will seem like a MANSION to you, James…eventually.”James was so aroused and overwhelmed with the craziness of what was being presented that he was actually starting to panic, and he suddenly felt the warm weight of Brooke’s hand against his back. She had immediately sensed his distress, and was bending down to coo softly in his ear:“It’s okay baby…I’ve got you…I know it’s a lot. We can take a break. Here, let me hold you.”“I’m…I’m good,” gasped James, not wanting to ruin the incredible moment, even as he acquiesced to the warm, calming weight of Brooke’s touch. He was still standing up, though now leaning slightly back against her palm, gratefully using it for support.“What, uhh…so this…this brand?” James said a few moments later, trying to keep the “normalcy” of the interaction going, “What’s it going to be called?”“Oh, now, that one was easy,” replied Christina proudly, straightening up to her full height as she put her hands on her thick hips. “I knew what it was going to be almost as soon as Brooke popped the idea.” Her eyes went up to Brooke, who had let James stand on his own two feet as she too rose up from her sitting position on the desk. James watched as she rose and rose…and rose…high, high up above his head. Christina was amazingly sexy and impressive, no doubt, but no one would have disagreed that Brooke was in an entire league of her own.“You wanna tell him what the brand name for everything is?” Christina grinned up at her. Brooke nodded softly and, staring down at her boyfriend, an imperious glint in her eyes, she reached up her hands and easily palmed the 9-foot ceiling of Christina’s office. James stared up at her, waiting, his body a coiled spring ready to snap, as his face turned beet-red.“GODDESS,” came Brooke’s deep, purposeful intonation, her voice infusing the office in a new way, making the walls shake. The next moment, James’s mouth was gaping open, as Brooke and Christina, already towering high above him, appeared to be receding from view. He gasped out, reaching his arms upward in an uncontrolled flailing motion, but Brooke had already bent back down and engulfed his body in the comforting tube of both hands. She seemed to have anticipated exactly what was happening, and watched as James’s head slowly but surely dipped below the fingers of her top hand, so that she only needed one hand to comfortably hold him in place as he swayed. Christina had looked alarmed at first, not having anticipated what was happening, but she quickly understood that Brooke had it all under control. It was clear, after all, what was happening: James was having another shrink spike.“Deep breaths, baby, deeeeep breaths,” Brooke purred down at him as he continued to shrink in her hands, “I’ve got you…I’ve got you…I’m not gonna let you fall…here, close your eyes, just center yourself on my voice. Yeah, that’s it…in through your nose, out through your mouth…that’s right…thaaaat’s right…no, no, eyes closed sweetheart. It helps with the dizziness. That’s it. Mmmmmm you hear my voice all around you? Yeah…just melt into it, honey. Christina doesn’t mind. I told her this might happen….mmmmm no shame, sweetheart, no shame…think of it as the two of us getting closer to the “Goddess” launch. Yeah. Ooooooo you shrank out of your clothes. Perfect. Oh god…James…your sweet little body…I love you…I love you…I lovvvvvve youuuuu…”Brooke had whispered all these words to James in the deep, purring way only she could, and when the shrinking finally stopped, and Brooke was nuzzling him with her nose, James finally opened his eyes. Christina was sitting at her desk, already working at her computer, apparently unbothered by what had just happened. All the jewelry, the heels, and the model houses were still laid out on her desk, and all of them suddenly looked a good bit bigger. Most conspicuously, though, was the single huge hand that was wrapped around his naked body. Brooke’s hand was sideways on the desk, in the shape of a fist, with him in the middle…and only his head, his neck, and the very tops of his shoulders were clearing her palm. He felt a huge, powerful thumb lovingly nudge his head, and the next moment, James was staring at a ruler that Brooke had just whipped out, holding it next to his body.“Four inches, James…” Brooke breathed. “Four inches…”