The Shrink, Chapter 14 (Patreon)

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Chapter 14

“Okay Anna, let’s go!  Rally!  Rally!”

Brooke’s authoritative voice boomed out across the volleyball court, and, from James’s one-inch perspective, the world thundered to life with immense, shapely legs, each of which seemed at least a few hundred feet tall, and as thick as large trees.  Even though he knew he was completely invulnerable to getting smushed or crushed or hurt in any way, his mind was still yelling at him, telling him to turn back, rather than making a beeline straight for Riley and Anna like he was doing now.  But James had already been getting used to being so tiny, and now that he was permanently safe with the TinyTitan coating Brooke had applied, he actually felt free to channel his brain’s primal fear into sheer, adrenaline-fueled excitement.  Brooke’s orders had been simple: run directly at the girls’ legs, and make it as difficult as he could for them to not step on him.  He figured that this drill was good for their body awareness, forcing them to be extra-conscious of their footwork, and where exactly they were putting their feet.

“Pivot, Riley!” called Brooke, “That’s it!  Don’t second-guess yourself!  Already know where you’re gonna go!”

James was still a ways away from Anna and Riley – or, at least, he thought he was – but he could already FEEL the leg-induced air currents whipping around him.  Twice, these currents were so strong that they literally blew him down, laying him out as he skidded harmlessly across the volleyball court.  He actually laughed out loud as these wipeouts happened, and used the momentum to roll himself back onto his feet and continue running.

“Good recovery, sweetie!” he heard Brooke yell out to him, and he was unable to repress a grin as he bore down on Anna, whose legs were bent and poised in a crouching “readiness” posture.  He had decided to go straight for her, just because she was on the side closest to where he had started off from…and also because she seemed, between her and Clara and Riley, to be the lightest.  James knew that he was invulnerable, but that didn’t stop him from at least trying to steer clear of the especially big girls.  At 6’4, Riley was massive, and even though Clara was “only” 6’1-and-a-half, she looked so built and strong, at least 200 lbs…plus James had a sneaking suspicion that Clara would “accidentally” step super-hard on him, and he wanted to avoid that if possible.  She had an edge to her that made James feel a bit concerned, but it was easy to dismiss these feelings.  Brooke was totally in charge out here.  He was totally safe.

‘C’mon,’ he thought, hyping himself up in his head, ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about – go for the big girls!  Brooke’ll love it!’

He turned suddenly in his path toward Anna and made a beeline straight for Clara, who, like Anna, was crouched low, her hands poised and ready, as she pivoted with impressive agility to knock a ball up for Riley to spike.

“Good set, Clara, good set!” called Brooke, “But watch your feet!”

Clara glanced down just in time, because James had been trying to anticipate her footwork and had correctly guessed that she’d be stepping down a little behind where she had been before.  His heart thudded with nervous excitement as he saw her enormous purple-sneakered foot come booming down on the floor, mere inches from his body.  James felt the mighty swish of displaced air knock him clean off his feet, and he tumbled forward, rolling toward the underside of Clara’s shoe as it came down.  

“Gaaaagh!” Clara cried out, literally having to tiptoe away from James’s body, just managing to do so without stepping on him, but no sooner had she avoided him than the ball came whizzing back from the other side.  Aspen had blocked Riley’s spike, and Clara had been too distracted by James to respond in time.  The ball landed by her other foot.

“Aaaaaaah damn it!” Clara yelled, looking over to Brooke and spreading her hands out, like she had been trying and failing to keep track of everything, “This is hard!”

“Told ya!” Brooke laughed, giving James a wink and a thumbs-up, “It’s meant to be hard!  No worries Clara, next time, next time!  Okay Rowan, you serve to them now!  Keep it up James!”

For the next several minutes, James continued to run amok, going straight for Riley, Anna, and Clara’s feet, but they actually did a pretty good job avoiding him.  All three girls seemed reluctant to step on James, and more willing to give up “regular” points, rather than the “special” points they would have lost if they had stepped on him.  It didn’t take Brooke long to adjust the game accordingly.

“Okay new rule!” she called out, “Both teams still start with ten points, but now you’re docked a point if you step on James…OR if you lose a rally!  No prioritizing now, ladies!  I see you!”

“Ah shit,” sighed Riley under her breath, “This is gonna suck…”

It was definitely a lot harder this way, since the girls really had to battle for each point now.  The other team of Aspen, Rowan, and Melanie weren’t going any easier on them, and two rallies later, it finally happened.  Clara had just blocked a spike from Rowan, and Riley had set the ball up perfectly for Anna.  James was perfectly positioned to see her green eyes light up for the spike she was about to lay down on the opposition, and he made his move, bolting close in to where he anticipated she would land.  He was already close enough to pull this off, and, sure enough, Anna jumped up in an impressive arc, her 6’2 form elongating swanlike in the air, and snapped her arm forward, delivering a powerful spike down onto the floor across the net.  The only problem was that she had lost sight of where James was, and the next moment, her leading foot came straight down on top of him.

PLLLLMMMMMPPPPPP

James’s world instantly went dark as he felt the mighty pressure of Anna’s body pancake him into the underside of her shoe.  The sound had been odd, the undramatic sound of his little body stretching out under the pressure.  For an instant James saw only pitch-black, and the primal fear flared up in his mind once again.  But it was gone just as quickly, because he wasn’t in pain, and he heard the muffled exclamations of the other girls in the distance.  A second later his eyes were flooded with light again, and he was looking up into a tilted vision of Anna’s face, her green eyes wide with concern.  She had lifted her shoe up and was staring down at him.

“Oh god, oh god, James…!” she exclaimed, “I-I’m so sorry!  I lost sight of you!”

“No…problem…at all!” grunted James, finding it a bit difficult to speak in his “pancake” form.  He marveled at TinyTitan’s ability to completely protect him, even if his literal physical shape changed.  

“Aw what a shame, Anna!” called Brooke encouragingly, “That was a MONSTER spike…but you flattened poor James, so the points cancel out, I’m afraid!”

“H-How do I…?” Anna was saying, still standing on one foot as Riley and Clara gathered around her, staring down at James on the sole of her shoe, “Do I just…like…how do I get him off?”

“Just peel him off and toss him back on the floor!” laughed Brooke, surprising the girls with her humorous nonchalance, “He’ll be fine!”

Uncertainly, Anna reached down, pinched James on the left foot, and very carefully started to peel him off her shoe.  For his part, James felt like the whole process almost tickled, and he couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at the insanity of what was going on.  

“C’mon Anna!” Brooke called out, whipping her hand around in a “hurry up” motion, “Let’s get a move-on!  Just rip him off like a band-aid – trust me, he’ll be okay!”

Anna didn’t look convinced – if anything, she looked like she was afraid that she’d rip James in two, but apparently she trusted Brooke enough to overcome her own doubts.  

Rrrrrrriiiiippppppp

James came off as cleanly as could be, and he saw Anna’s face brighten up with delight (and relief) as she saw his body almost immediately regain its shape.  Clara and Riley likewise looked impressed, as did Rowan, Aspen, and Melanie, who were watching from the other end of the net.  

“Geez Brooke…you weren’t kidding!” laughed Anna as she tossed James back down on the court, “That new technology…TinyTitan, right?  Damn…it’s incredible!”

“Sure is,” Brooke agreed, “And we’ll have it to thank for the survival of all our little men!  I was just lucky enough to nab one of the first prototypes!  You all good, sweetie?”

James knew that Brooke’s question to him was actually meant for the rest of the girls, just so they could all see that he was okay.  He stood up to his full one-inch height, stuck his chest out, and raised his arms up in a double-biceps pose.

“Better than ever!” he shouted back confidently, thought his voice was of course nothing more than a little chirp in the girls’ ears.  But they all heard him, and put their hands over their mouths as they blushed at each other, overcome with how cute he was.

“Of course you are,” Brooke nodded with a sweet smile, before hardening her expression back into “practice” mode, and calling out: “Okay girls, next rally, let’s go!”

The drill lasted another half-hour or so, with James switching sides a few times, just to make sure all their girls had to contend with him scurrying around their feet.  Some of the girls were better than others at avoiding him.  Aspen and Clara both actually managed not to step on him a single time, though Clara got close a few times, just as she had before.  The twins, Riley and Rowan, didn’t fare too badly, with Riley partially squishing him once with her big toe and once with the back of her heel.  Rowan only failed once, but it was a big one – she totally forgot to check under her foot as she geared up for a spike and she stomped down on him HARD, flattening him completely against the underside of her shoe.  

“And…you’re sure you’re okay!?” asked the normally-tough Rowan as she stared down in awe at James after she had peeled him off her shoe.

“Didn’t feel a thing,” James grinned up at her, paradoxically feeling powerful, even in the face of the 6’4 titaness.  But, of course, he knew that all of his power stemmed from Brooke – it was an extension of her own.  

Anna and Melanie had a bit of a tougher time, and both of them ended up squishing James three times.  But, in the end, the points more or less evened out across both teams.  Brooke was encouraged by the drill, especially considering that the girls started to do better and better the longer it went on.  Eventually, though, James had run himself ragged, and the girls were getting tired as well, so Brooke blew her whistle and called an end to the practice.  

“All right, gather around, everyone!” she called cheerfully.  James was bent over in the middle of the court, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, feeling wonderful despite his exhaustion.  He hadn’t gotten in a good cardio workout like that in ages.  The reason, of course, was simple: until yesterday, he hadn’t been able to do much without the risk of serious injury, but now that he was totally protected, he felt like he could do just about anything…or, at least, anything that didn’t involve lifting anything heavier than a single AA battery.  

In the midst of his wandering thoughts, though, James suddenly found himself in shadow.  Or more accurately, in shadows.  Straightening up, he realized that all the girls had gathered around him, forming a circle with him in the middle.  His eyes found Brooke’s, and she winked down at him, silently letting him know that everything was fine.  Even still, though, he didn’t exactly know what they were all up to, encircling him like this.  

“Okay guys, listen up!” Brooke called out, clapping her hands and bending down in the middle of the circle, so that all the other girls did the same, effectively enclosing James within a makeshift female cathedral, “GREAT practice!  You worked hard and gave it your all, and that’s all I can ask for!”

The girls all nodded and enthusiastically murmured their assent.

“Just one more thing, though,” Brooke added, her gorgeous blue eyes twinkling as they traveled down to James, “All through that last drill, my sweet little boyfriend was running around your feet…sometimes UNDER your feet, heheh…and that should serve as a reminder to ALL of you.  To James, and to men in general at this point, all of you look like absolute GODDESSES.”

She pointed down to James, who had just swallowed a lump in his throat.  He tried to focus his energy on not getting so hard that he had a shrink spurt right there in the middle of the volleyball team.  But Brooke was turning him on…big time.

“Soon,” Brooke continued, still pointing down at him, “All men will be just as small as HIM.  You think you look like giantesses just to James now?  Before long, you’ll look like that to ALL men.  So let that be a lesson to you – to half the planet you’re GODDESESS, and that’s just going to get more and more pronounced as time goes by.  So PLAY like it!  PLAY like the GODDESSES you are!”

“YEEEAAHHHH!!” yelled the girls enthusiastically.

“Aspen!” Brooke exclaimed, “Lead us in our chant!”

Aspen immediately stepped forward and started clapping her hands in a rapid, energetic rhythm, before launching into an aggressive chant:

"Lowland! Lowland! Raging Bulls!

We charge the court, we break the rules! 

Dig it deep and set it high, 

Spike it hard across the sky!” 

Then the other girls all joined in, their rich, powerful, feminine voices uniting together in a lively, raucous chant that shook through James’s body, enveloping him in a wall of vigorous sound:

“Rage! Rage! Raging Bulls! Lowland U – we hear the call!

Rage! Rage! Raging Bulls! Lowland U – we rule them all!”

The girls all stomped their feet in rhythm at the words “Rage,” and at the end of each line.  James did his best to remain standing, but with the combined weight of all the girls stomping around him, it was hopeless.  The power of their chanting and stomping shook him to his core, and he found himself flat on his back at the very end of the chant.  All the girls laughed and clapped their hands, cheering, and Brooke lovingly reached down, picked him up, kissed him tenderly, and held him aloft in her hand, as the new official team mascot, the “Little Lowlander.”

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[ONE MONTH LATER]

Brooke could barely contain herself as she put the finishing touches on her latest outfit. She had been keeping this one a secret from James for a while, which wasn't too hard, since "keeping a secret" just meant hiding her outfit away in a high place where he could never, ever hope to see. She took a deep breath, feeling the warm arousal already coursing through her, as she stepped out of the closet, aiming straight for the "Shrink Spot" where she knew James would be standing. 

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM 

Brooke strode straight over to the Shrink Spot, fully decked-out in a gorgeous, short, hot-pink dress that showed off the extent of her thick, delicious legs. And even more conspicuously, she was wearing a pair of matching hot-pink platform heels that absolutely towered over James's 1/4-inch form. Brooke's heels alone were 8 inches high, totally huge, and were like gigantic buildings from his perspective. 

"Hellooooo there, my little Speck," Brooke cooed down, bending her thick hips low down and squinting her beautiful blue eyes in an effort to see him clearly, "Are you down therrrre? I can baaaarely even see you!"

James no longer even felt like he was roleplaying these days.  His legs trembled and turned to jelly as he watched her enormous, graceful strides effortlessly cover what seemed like miles to him.  

BOOOOOM

The monolithic pink platforms came down with authority directly in front of him.  James waved his arms and jumped up and down, fully and shamelessly letting his enthusiasm out in front of her.  At this size, he needed to gesture extravagantly to be noticed, but the best part was, none of it was exaggerated.  He truly did feel this excited to see Brooke in her new dress and heels. 

"Oh my god…Brooke!” he cried out, “You look incredible! These are my favorite heels yet!!"

Thanks to the special nanotechnology that Brooke had installed in both her and James, she could actually hear what he was saying without him having to literally stand next to her ear and holler. Even still, the technology couldn't change the humorous high pitch of his miniature voice, and so his tininess was on full display, both in his appearance and in his voice. Brooke preferred it this way – from her perspective, it just made James that much cuter, more adorable, and more precious. 

"Mmmmmm these are your favorite heels yet, huh?" she chuckled sexily, pivoting in place back and forth, towering above him, "Well that's sure saying something, Little Speck – considering how craaaazy you were about those golden gladiator heels, or those rainbow platform heels that had you drooling. But I knew you had a special weakness for pink. Whaddya think? You think these make me look like a giant, Goddess Bimbo Barbie?" 

Brooke giggled and struck a series of poses in front of James, turning sideways and throwing one heel up behind her, so that she was deftly standing on one foot. She would have never tried these kinds of poses before the TinyTitan treatment, since she was posing dangerously close to him in heels that were the size of 20-story buildings.

"You always look like a giant Goddess!” he exclaimed in response, “And I don’t know what it is, since you couldn’t be a bimbo if you tried, but…the pink actually does suit you!"

"Mmmmm I love hearing that from my Little Speck," Brooke purred, copping a few other poses before lowering both heels back down onto the floor with another thundering, trembling BOOM.  To her, she was just putting her feet back down, but, of course, from James's perspective, it was like two enormous towers had crashed down on the ground, directly in front of him. 

"Now then..." Brooke continued, licking her lips, before opening her mouth and pointing inside it, "Even just SEEING my Little Speck down there is making me soooooo hungry to TASTE him. Would you like that, my sweet Speck? To have your Goddess taste you? I won't swallow you, I promise...I just want a...tiiiiiny taste..."

"Do you think I could even register on your taste buds at this point?" James laughed, breaking their little roleplay for a moment, even as he felt a fresh flush of arousal go through him, "If you think we have time!  But…don't we have somewhere important to be tonight?"

But before James could react, Brooke had swiped a huge hand down and swept him completely up off his feet. She hadn't even had to bend her knees –  that's how athletic and flexible she was. The next thing James knew, he was staring straight forward into the colossal blue orb of Brooke's right eye.  She was holding him in her palm, eyeing him sexily, drinking in the sight of his tininess as he cowered before her gaze.  James knew he didn't have anything to fear from his Goddess, but it was impossible not to be cowed when he was looking at Brooke this close up.  She was just so ENORMOUS...and BEAUTIFUL. 

"We sure do have somewhere important to be!" she chuckled, "Which is why you need a quick bath – in my mouth!" 

She yawned her mouth open and engulfed James completely, and for the next minute or two she swirled him around and around inside her mouth, only popping him out after she had tasted the salty spray of his cum.

"Mmmmm deeeelicious!" she smacked, winking at him, and giggling at how he was breathing heavily, "Okay let's get you bathed and ready for real!" 

She then proceeded to give him an actual bath in her sink, lovingly cleaning him off, and only ten minutes later, James was all dressed up in his spiffy suit, custom-made just for him. 

"You are...absolutely...ADORABLE," Brooke exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she stared down at him, standing in her hand, "Very dapper!  Now, I'm wearing an anklet, a bracelet, a necklace, and two earrings...ALL of these have special hollowed-out places that are the PERFECT sizes for little specks like you. The only question is...which one do you want to travel in!?"

James put his chin in his hand, considered his options.  The two of them had been through this same kind of roleplay countless times before, and neither of them quite knew which way it was going to go.  That’s why it kept being so exciting.

"Well, you knowwww,” James mused aloud, “I just love your new heels so much that I think it wouldn't be right unless I got to spend the evening as close as I could get to them."

Brooke tilted her head at him and grinned, arching an eyebrow. 

"Oooooo, then you're in luck, James!" she giggled, "Because these platform heels are custom-made...and they include..." – and here she lowered him down to her right heel – "A special little compartment, right in the base of the heel...for tiny sweethearts who are obsessed with their Goddess’ platform heels!"

"Oh you totally knew I was going to say something like this,” James laughed, “So that’s why you kept this a secret from me, huh?”

Brooke winked at him, smirking down with those full, gorgeous lips. 

"Mhmmmm," she nodded slowly, "I know you, James...I was prepared for you to choose any one piece of my jewelry – and I'll get to show them off at the function, in any case – but I knewwwww you were going to be obsessed with these new heels, and so I saved the best part for last!" 

She bared her long, powerful fingers in a claw-like motion towards him, like a cat, and playfully growled at him, making him flinch for an instant before they both laughed. 

"I knowww, I know – I'm such a tease!” Brooke cooed at him, nuzzling him with her nose, “But I just can't help it when I'm around you!"

"You...you just GET me, Brooke...I guess you always have!" James smiled.  But then he paused, still standing on Brooke’s hand, and seemed lost in thought.  Brooke seemed to know what he was thinking, and waited patiently for him to speak up.  

"You know, I was just thinking,” James began, “As much as I love those heels, this is gonna be, like…a BIG gathering, right?”

“Ohhhh yeah,” Brooke smirked, “The biggest we’ve been to yet.  The Goddess Gala, to celebrate the success of our new “GODDESS” brand!”

“And Christina will be there?” James ventured.

“Of course!” Brooke nodded, “Christina and all the other executives – plus the whole volleyball team…that goes without saying.  They wouldn’t wanna miss this for the world.  Plus a bunch of A-list celebs, a whole slew of bigwigs from the fashion industry, a ton of influencers and digital creators, our brand partners and ambassadors, media and press heavyweights, C-suite execs, investors, corporate sponsors, retail partners…I could go on…”

“Mhm…I get the picture,” James chuckled, shaking his head.  Sometimes it was hard for him to believe that he and Brooke were even living this life now.  But he had learned to go with the flow, and follow her.

“Well since everyone’s gonna be there,” James mused, “And since it would be hard for them all to see me if I am inside your platforms…is there a way for you to show me off while still keeping me down below?  Like, maybe...a toe ring?" 

Brooke was now positively animated with glee as she opened her mouth to say something, but then she apparently decided that showing was better than telling. The next moment, she had put James down on the floor, unlatched her right heel, and then loomed her huge foot over him.  She spread all five of her toes wide, and James was awash with the sweet, creamy smell of her lotioned feet.  There, above him, on the toe next to her big toe, was a golden ring...which appeared to have tiny windows in it. 

"Oh...you mean...THIS toe ring?" Brooke chuckled like thunder above him.

James basked in the sweet, refreshing scent of Brooke’s lotion washing over him as he grinned up at her.  He had known about the toe ring all along, but this playful, drawn-out roleplay was one of the ways that he and Brooke flirted with each other now.  Their games had become so naturally enmeshed in their everyday interactions that it was easy for them to seamlessly start and stop, at the drop of a hat.  Both of them were always down for more fun, and it never got old. 

"Oh god…this is PERFECT!” James exclaimed, “It’ll be the perfect statement piece for you to wear around everyone!"

“Mmmm I agree,” purred Brooke, wiggling her five toes above him before lowering her bare foot down to the floor, and posing it toes-down so that James could actually see the toe ring up close.  He stepped forward, going straight to the shiny clear pink gem at the top of the ring, which, like the rest of it, had tiny little windows. 

“Looks like the perfect spot for me!” he laughed, pointing to the gem.

“I knew you'd recognize your spot!" Brooke hummed down at him, and she gently picked him back up, opened the little hatch to the gem with her fingernail, and then deposited him inside, lovingly shutting the door behind him. 

"And you can still hear me, yes?" she asked, straightening back up, just making sure that the auditory nanotechnology was working as it should, "Christina said it shouldn't matter whether you were inside hollowed-out sapphire or not."

"Loud and clear!” James responded, “I can hear you AND feel you...every time you talk I can literally feel your voice going through my body. "

"Gooooood, sweetheart, gooooood!" laughed Brooke, intentionally drawing out her words in that sexy, deep way she always did, just to make the tremors of her voice vibrate through his body even more, "And even though I certainly can't feel your voice, I can hear you just fine! Are you excited for the Goddess Gala!? I know I am – and not to have a big head about the whole thing, but you and I are gonna be the STAR attractions!"

"I'm SO ready!” James responded enthusiastically, again hardly daring to believe this was his actual life now, “There’s nobody that will hold a candle to you! I’m so excited just to add a little sparkle to what you bring tonight!"

“Oh sweetheart,” whispered Brooke, “You’re more than a sparkle…you’re the tiniest, brightest, most luminous little star in my universe!”

She wiggled her toe with tender affection, loving how that trembling gem on top housed her precious little Speck. James felt her deep, rich words seep into him, and he knew that he didn’t need to say anything more. Brooke strung her purse around her shoulder and strode out of the house, choosing to walk rather than drive to the Gala. It was a short distance, in any case, but Brooke wanted to show James off to passersby on the sidewalk, and on the road as well. 

Whenever they went out these days, they were often surrounded by admirers of all kinds. The two of them had essentially become "size celebrities." True, the Great Resizing had already taken place, but Brooke and James had already been a celebrity couple before the resizing had happened, so they were in perfect position to capitalize on the event. It certainly helped that Brooke was especially huge, tall, and thick compared to other women...AND her partner just happened to be the tiniest man in the whole world. The size contrast was irresistible, but the success of the “GODDESS” brand, more than anything else, rested on the genuine love the two of them shared for each other. People could see it in the pictures, in the commercials, in every piece of media that came out, planned or unplanned.  In the midst of the most cataclysmic and dramatic social change in human history, the two of them had emerged as THE model couple, as the inspiration for both men and women alike.  They showed that, despite the Great Resizing, true love could still prevail.  

And the best part was, as they both knew full well, James wasn't even done shrinking yet.