A Little Taller (Paid Post #1) (Patreon)

Claudia was always an inch taller than you. And she lorded it over you as much as she could, especially when she wore heels. “How're things down there shorty?” she would say, staring down at you. And it wasn't like you were actually short, you were 5'9, that was perfectly average for a guy. But it made you feel tiny against her, and you hated that.

So you went to the potion shop. The one right down the street from the gym and picked up a bottle of what was called a reverser potion, apparently, it made people feel whatever it was the person they were talking to was feeling. The instructions said to put in one drop for every cup of liquid consumed, but you didn't read the instructions. And you just emptied the tiny vial into her water bottle. That was way more than one drop per cup.

She came home from the gym looking surprisingly fit. She had been drinking from the potion, and she had been talking with the guys, there, and they must have felt, you looked her up and down, strong. You gulped looking at her, and she smirked at that. “Hey shorty.” Her grimace winced as soon as she said it and she adjusted her neck. She shook it off and continued as you sat on the couch looking up at her, “How's my tiny little man doing?” You felt a twinge of shame, and She adjusted herself again, stepping towards you. Not noticing that her shoes just slipped right off, she literally stepped right out of them. She fell into the couch next to you. “I felt almost as weak and tiny as you there for a second.” You watched as her usually skin tight yoga pants became loose? That was when it hit you, She was shrinking! It made you feel big and powerful, and her yoga pants started to squeeze around her legs again.

You needed to feel tiny, so you asked her to stand up in front of you. “Why would I follow any of your orders shorty?” There it was, the shame you always felt at being smaller than your girl, and she dwindled smaller as you wilted. So you just begged like a puppy cause you knew that would get her in the mood to do whatever you asked. And you felt even worse for debasing yourself like that, and she dwindled even smaller. She giggled though, she obviously wasn't feeling what you were feeling, but she was physically manifesting what you were feeling, so you just had to think small. She stood in front of you, “Is this what you want little one? A gorgeous goddess in front of you? Towering over you? But I bet that's almost any woman right?”

A twinge of shame hit you again, and she shrank so much you saw her yoga pants drooping off her thighs. You quickly grabbed them and yanked them down and started kissing her thighs. “Oh, does my little toy need some loving?” There was that phrase, “little toy” and you could feel her shrinking in your hands.

You lifted her up and tossed her into the bed. She laughed as she landed in the plush covers. You didn't want her to know what was going on, you wanted to make her as tiny as possible. So you went down on her, and she was delicious. “mmmmm” She moaned, “That tongue of yours has never felt so strong!” Her thighs started to firm up against your cheeks. You relaxed your tongue a bit more. “awww now it's tiny and weak just like you.” Her thighs softened and you could feel her legs barely reaching over your shoulders, so you slipped her feet under your chest and spread her by the knees. You closed your eyes and concentrated on all the times she belittled you before, completely tuning her out. She was screaming at you that you felt bigger, and why was this bed so big now? And your hands were huge, but all you could think about is how she would wear heels around you and your friends to really drive home the fact that you were always going to be tiny next to her.

It wasn't long before she came on your tongue and you snapped out of your trance. “Oh my god! That was intense! But my body, why am I so tiny and you so, so-”

You placed a giant finger on her lips. Stopping her from telling you that you were big in her eyes. “How about we measure you?” You stopped trying to think of what would make her the happiest. “My queen?” She melted at that.

She stood on the table and your brought the tape measure up to her. She measured up to 15 cm. “Wow, you're 15” and then you whispered “centi” to yourself and finished in your regular voice, “meters tall goddess. So big and gorgeous.”

She laughed at that and got up on her tiptoes. “But I could always be taller right?”