The Shrink, Chapter 9

Chapter 9

One week later, James was sitting on the soft, carpeted floor in Brooke’s bedroom, looking up at the news on TV as he waited for her to get ready for their outing. Several days before, Brooke had arranged for them to meet with Christina, her agent, and ever since then they had both been struggling to contain their excitement about the meet-up. Brooke had told James that Christina was a brilliant strategist, and a specialist in “global branding,” but aside from that, she had been coquettishly mum about what the meeting would entail.

“So you’re not gonna tell me more?” James had asked a couple days before, lounging on Brooke’s pillow as she lay next to him, propped up on her side so that she could softly pet, tease, and tickle his naked, 9-inch body (he had shrunk an inch the previous few days) with her long, manicured index finger. “You’re just gonna keep teasing me about your plans?”

“Mhmmmm,” giggled Brooke, nodding with slow exaggeration as her wide eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his body’s fruitless, twisting protestations. It didn’t matter how much he struggled against her finger – she was so much stronger than him that she barely even noticed him trying to repel her. And, of course, she knew that his attempts at “escape” were only playful pretenses: at this point, his cock was pretty much permanently erect whenever she was close by. It was obvious that he was utterly smitten with her…worshipful, even…and helplessly aroused by the size difference between them.

“I’m just gonna let your imagination go WILD,” Brooke continued, her eyes opening even wider at the word “wild” as she used her other fingers to gently tickle along James’s little ribs. He burst out in laughter, unable to contain himself as he struggled against the inexorable force of her fingers against his little body. He already knew that the variety of stylish gold and silver rings she wore were wider than his arms – Brooke had demonstrated this a day before, taking one of her rings off and slowly drawing his hand through it, up his forearm, past his elbow, and all the way up his bicep, only stopping at his shoulder. She had stared at him hard, wiggling her ring around his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, like she could hardly believe how small he was.

“And I know how much you just lovvvvvve fantasizing,” Brooke had continued, finishing off her tickling spree with a decisive smooch on his forehead, which left a large lipstick mark that was one of several splotched all over his body, “So really, you should be thanking me for giving that adorable little brain of yours another opportunity to cook.”

“To…cook!?” James had laughed, staring up at his gorgeous girlfriend, “I’m sorry, is that…uh, is that some kind of new lingo the kids are using these days?”

“Hey, careful there, mister millennial,” Brooke had chuckled, curving a threatening finger over his prone stomach, “It’s not my fault you’re playing catch-up with the latest trends. Here’s an idea – how about, instead of mocking them, you remember your place…which is UNDERNEATH ME!”

Without giving James a chance to respond, Brooke had plopped her huge tits directly down on top of him, cheerfully grinding him into the bed as she stared with dominant humor into his eyes, his little head the only part of his body that she had spared from the hot, fleshy press of her tits.

And now, a few days later, James could only smile to himself as he thought back to how effortlessly Brooke had manhandled him. In between then and now, it certainly hadn’t gotten any harder for her – he had shrunk down another couple inches, so that this morning, Brooke had measured him at a mere 8.2 inches. “Smaller than my hand!” she had laughed, lining up her palm with his body to show how her fingers towered over him by more than an inch. She had wiggled her middle finger down at him, arching its “head” to pretend like it was talking to him.

“Hey shorty…” her “finger” had said, with Brooke adopting a silly voice, “How’d you get soooo tiny!?”

James’s head was full of these kinds of vignettes as he sat on Brooke’s floor, watching the news as he waited for her to get ready. He could have easily picked out a dozen little stories similar to the ones he had just been thinking about, all of them some variation of Brooke playing with his tiny body, teasing him as they both soaked up the reality of how much bigger she was than him, and how easy it was for her to dominate him. It had only been a week since the last shrink spike, but already, James was identifying a pattern with Brooke’s behavior: the smaller he got, the more dominant she acted around him. And he didn’t mind it one bit.

“And Jill, let me just say,” a female news presenter was saying on the TV, “That the CDC has officially confirmed today that they fully expect that, within the next two months, all men will shrink down to six inches or less.”

“Excuse me, Dana…” Jill responded, feigning surprise, “Can you say that one more time for the listeners?! Just to make sure we all heard you right…”

“ALL men will shrink down to SIX INCHES or less,” Jill repeated, grinning at her co-anchor before turning back to the camera, “Within the next TWO months…so the CDC reported today.”

“My goodness!” Dana exclaimed, “And the CDC is confident in this prediction!?”

“Their prediction carries 99 percent certainty,” Jill responded, nodding, “And the CDC director hastened to add that the 1 percent uncertainty was due to the epidemiologists being unsure whether men would be getting EVEN SMALLER.”

“Well! Certainly a lot to look forward to…er…a lot to think about,” chuckled Dana, winking at her co-anchor and sharing a knowing laugh before turning back to face the audience, “So stay tuned – after the commercial break, we’ll be interviewing a woman who says that she’s found the perfect solution to her shrunken husband not being able to reach the doorknob – pet doors! Yes, you heard that right! More on THAT…after this break.”

James took a deep breath, trying to digest the news that the hupostolephasia virus was actually more widespread – and more virulent – than he had ever expected it to be. It was one thing to look around campus now and see that the world had so obviously changed; that much was apparent. But it was an entirely different thing to anticipate a world, in the not-too-distant future, where NO MAN would be taller than six inches! It was certainly a lot to take in, but, in the past few months, James had become accustomed to dramatic, momentous changes, so he had learned to take these kinds of shocking revelations in stride without missing a beat. The confidence and assurance of having Brooke by his side certainly helped.

Speaking of which...James’s attention had been caught by a movement high up towards the ceiling, and out of the corner of his eye. Still sitting on the floor by the foot of Brooke’s bed, he glanced up, and saw, peeking out of Brooke’s closet, a long, elegant hand, sparkling with those gold and silver rings he had been thinking about just moments before, the sharp, sexy red manicured nails drumming suggestively against the top paneling of the closet door. James instantly felt himself get hard, and he jumped up from his sitting position, excited to see what Brooke was wearing. The next moment, his breath caught in his chest, and he saw her emerge from her closet, her huge, thick body wrapped up in a bright pink spaghetti-strap dress that hugged her curves, showing off the voluptuous swerve of her hips and the weighty, creamy goodness of her full breasts. The gorgeous spill of her long blond hair shook as Brooke ducked under her 6’8 door frame, and James realized that she was wearing a stunning pair of 10-inch pink platform heels, which made her a gargantuan 7’3. James could hardly breathe as he beheld her, the entire frame of her body jiggling imperiously as she stepped out into the bedroom. She was an absolute pillar of power and femininity, her long, strong fingers sparkling with gold and silver rings, her right ankle glittering with a golden anklet that winked out underneath her pink dress. And, of course, she was wearing her “tiny man” golden trinket around her neck, which twinkled playfully down at James from between her enormous breasts.

“James?” called Brooke, looking around her bedroom, “Sweetie? I’m ready!”

James felt his heart speed up as he practically bounced on his toes, eager to tell her what he had just heard on the news.

“I’m here!” he called in response, waving up at her. But she didn’t make any sign that she had heard him. Instead, her brow furrowed, and she started looking around the bedroom.

“James?” she asked, a bit of concern beginning to creep into her voice, “Honey? Where are you?”

“Down here!” he shouted, raising his voice and waving both hands this time. But it still didn’t seem to help, since Brooke had started walking around her bedroom, checking her nightstand, looking under her pillows, and so on. At first, James felt a bit alarmed, worried that he wouldn’t be able to get her attention, but when her gaze scanned directly over where he was, and she didn’t react, James realized what she was doing – it was another one of her little games.

“Sweetheart, I KNOW I left you in here somewhere,” she said, her voice heavy with faux-concern, “And you’re soooooo small that it’s just so EASY to misplace you…”

“Come on, I’m down here!” James yelled, jumping up and down and waving his arms back and forth, playing along. He was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a little t-shirt, and a pair of miniature shoes, all of which Brooke had ordered, custom-made, from a special company. In the two days since the clothes and shoes had arrived, though, James had shrunk more, so even though everything was tiny, it was all still too big for him. His shirt and shorts were baggy, and, as he jumped up and down, James could feel his shoes slipping slightly off his little feet. Together with Brooke’s playful game, all of this made James feel even smaller, and he felt his cock stiffening harder as he watched his gigantic girlfriend striding around her bedroom, her immense curves bouncing with activity as she “searched” for him.

After another few minutes of this game, Brooke “discovered” James right after she landed her colossal, 10-inch platform heel down only a pace or so away from his body. Even though James knew that she hadn’t almost stepped on him, it was difficult to remain composed with that towering, bright pink platform heel stretching high up above his head. If he had raised his arms and jumped as high as he could go, he still wouldn’t have gotten close to touching the top of it.

“THERE you are!” Brooke smiled warmly, skillfully arching her giant body down toward him, showing off how flexible she was in the process. She gently wrapped her big, warm hand around his body and lifted him carefully up, straightening her body with slow purpose, so that James wouldn’t get too disoriented from the sudden change in height. She spied the little tent in his shorts – despite their bagginess – and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Now take it easy there, tiger,” she warned, her full red lips curving up into a knowing smirk, “We decided this morning that your next shrink spike would be AFTER our meeting with Christina, not BEFORE.”

“I know, I know,” James laughed, trying to collect himself as he took a series of deep breaths, “But you don’t, uh…you don’t make it any easier for me, you know.”

“Whaaaat!?” Brooke exclaimed, pretending to be offended as she brought her free hand up to her chest, her golden bracelets jingling out into the air, “I’m SURE I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t DREAM of forcing you into a shrink spike out of turn.”

“Oh of course not!” James nodded sarcastically, “Never EVER…I’m sorry for even suggesting such a thing!”

“But seriously, though,” Brooke giggled, reverting back to her normal voice as she stared into her boyfriend’s face, “Keep a lid on it, mister. This is a self-control exercise for both of us, remember? I’ll do my best not to tease you too much…”

“You’re really knocking it out of the park so far,” interjected James dryly. He already knew that, to a certain extent, Brooke just couldn’t help herself around him. But he was certainly going to tease her back.

“ANNNND YOU will do your best not to tempt me!” she finished, reaching out and gently pinching his hand between her thumb and index finger, shaking it chidingly. “Anyway, I’m soooo excited for you to finally meet Christina! She’s been working with me ever since…well…”

“Ever since you became the most marketable college athlete in the country?” James suggested, grinning at Brooke as she held him like an action figure in front of her face. She blushed and rolled her eyes in response to his compliment, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek.

“Oh now, I wouldn’t go THAT far,” she replied.

“Geez, I would,” James said simply, looking down at himself very deliberately, “Though I have to admit, as “marketable” as you are already, the fact that you’re dating ME…it just multiplies everything by three or four.”

“Now THAT is true!” Brooke laughed. She closed her eyes and brought James up to her face, nuzzling him gently with her nose, and covering his body in soft, tender kisses. James closed his own eyes in response, his skin rising to attention in goosebumps as he soaked in her affection. It didn’t matter that she had kissed him all over thousands of times already – it hadn’t gotten old, and he didn’t think that it ever would. At the same time, however, James was cognizant of his own erection, which had just gotten harder and harder the more Brooke kissed him. He knew that she wasn’t trying to cause a shrink spike, but he also knew that he was more susceptible to her soft, pillowy lips than she realized…and, the next moment, he felt the telltale warning sign of his balls beginning to tighten as a searing heat started to build at the base of his little cock.

“Okay…oKAY…!” James exclaimed, his tiny hands sinking into Brooke’s lips as he tried to push them away, “I…i-it feels great, Brooke…but you…you gotta at least give me a chance!”

“Awww, sorrrrryyyyy…” she smiled sheepishly, finally giving him a respite as she ceased her kisses, “It’s just…UGHHHH it’s so hard to keep myself under control around you!”

“Well, you and me both,” James chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief as the hot tension in his groin began to subside. “It’s a team effort – a, uh…mutual ride-or-die!”

“Mmmmm yes it is,” Brooke nodded, drawing her long finger lovingly across his chest, teasing around his nipples with the pad of her finger before she withdrew it quickly, almost like she had caught herself absentmindedly stimulating him. The silver and gold bracelets on her strong wrist tinkled out into the air, and the rings on her fingers glinted in the mid-morning sun coming in through the windows. “And look at you, using that modern Gen-Z-speak! Who taught you that one!?”

“Uhhh…might have been Jessica,” replied James, thinking back to his contumacious patient. For a brief moment, he wondered how she was doing, and then figured that, considering her happy relationship with her tiny, submissive boyfriend, she was doing just fine.

“Uh-huh, yep, that would make sense,” nodded Brooke, winking down at him playfully, in a kittenish reminder of how he had lost control around Jessica in his office, “But speaking of “ride or die” – something exciting got delivered this morning that I’ve been SO looking forward to trying out with you!”

“Let me guess…is it a pair of 12-inch rainbow-glitter platform heels?” asked James.

“Noooooo, silly!” laughed Brooke, pretending like she was about to flick him with her index finger (which, of course, she would never actually do, as it would be quite painful), “I’ve already got a closet-full of heels to strut around in….no, no, this is even more exciting!”

Still holding James, she reached down with her free hand and rummaged around in a cardboard box on top of the dresser (which James hadn’t even seen before because it had been up so high), and, the next moment, she had brought out a stylish, crossbody white purse, seemingly the perfect size to fit James inside. He instantly realized where this was going, and he felt a fresh jolt of arousal shoot through him.

“It’s a Kate Spade New York Madison!” Brooke exclaimed happily, rotating the purse around as she held it up by its strap with her index finger.

“Oh…! Is it, huh?” James managed to say blankly, causing Brooke to laugh.

“Not that that’d mean anything to you!” she giggled, “Sorry, James, I just couldn’t help myself – I was looking for nice bags that could fit cute, tiny little boyfriends inside, and this one came up, and…yeah, I just HAD to get it!”

“Well it, uh…yeah, I bet it’s…comfortable inside…” James mused.

“It sure is!” Brooke beamed, “One hundred percent cotton interior! I made sure that it’d be super-soft for you!”

“So I guess you’re going to be carrying me inside the –” James began, but Brooke was already one step ahead of him, lowering him down carefully into the new purse. A sweet scent of rose petals and chamomile came wafting up…Brooke’s signature scent.

“I sprayed a bit of my perfume inside,” Brooke cooed down at him, laying his body gently down inside the soft interior, “Just so that you wouldn’t get lonely when I close you up inside there with my phone, keys, and chapstick.

“W-Wait…close me up…inside!?” James said, as he pivoted sideways to avoid Brooke’s phone and chapstick as she stuck them in her purse next to him. Her keys jingled out as she shook them playfully down, winking at him – James could tell from the movement of the ceiling and the sudden swing of her purse that they were on the move.

“Yes, of course!” Brooke smiled simply, slipping on her stylish Anthropologie sunglasses as she stepped out of her apartment into the morning sun, shutting her door behind her and locking it smartly. “I can’t have you falling out of my purse on accident, can I? Noooo, no, I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you, James. I’m under no illusions, sweetie – part of my job as your girlfriend is protecting you, and so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

She smoothly nestled her keys down in her purse next to him, and James had no choice but to accept what happened next: with a decisive motion, after checking carefully to make sure his hands and feet were clear, Brooke zipped her purse closed. James had expected to be shrouded completely in darkness, but actually, there was a little mesh opening in the side, an inch or so wide, where some light could get through. James crawled over towards it and put his face right at the opening, just in time to see Brooke raise her purse up to her face, so that her brilliant blue eye was looking directly at him.

“Yaaauuugh!” cried James in surprise, starting back from the striking, close-up view of her eye. He heard Brooke laughing as her eye crinkled up affectionately at the corners.

“Mmmmm good, you found it!” she said, “I wanted to make sure that you had plenty of fresh air too – just don’t stick your little fingers through the mesh. I don’t want them getting jammed on anything!”

“O-Okay, I won’t!” James called back to her. The next moment, he felt his organs squishing together briefly, like he was on a roller coaster, and he realized that Brooke had lowered her purse back down to her hip-level, where it set off bouncing gently against her curvy, voluptuous flesh. The initial discomfort of the sudden descent passed quickly by, and James found that he was actually cozy and comfortable in Brooke’s purse. The rhythmic, bouncing drum of her footsteps was more soothing than anything else, but even still, James couldn’t help but admire how powerful those footsteps felt against the sidewalk. He could feel the deep vibrations of her 10-inch platform heels rippling through her body, and, by extension, his body too.

‘I really am just like…a tiny extension of her, after all,’ he thought to himself, nestling into a sitting position against the mesh opening of her purse. As Brooke strode down the sidewalk, James was able to peer out and get a good sense of the outside world. All around the Lowland University campus, the effects of the hupo virus were plain to see: nearly all the men he saw were no taller than knee-height to the women, with the tallest man only reaching the mid-thigh of the young woman he was walking with. It was truly incredible how quickly everything had changed – and James wasn’t sure if he was just reading more into what he was seeing, but it seemed to him like all the young women were strutting around with an entirely new kind of confidence, flaunting their size next to the men.

‘And even compared to the other guys,’ James thought to himself, as Brooke stopped at a crosswalk, ‘I’m still a midget – I barely even come up to Brooke’s ANKLE…even when she isn’t wearing heels!’

“Oh my god…!” he heard an unfamiliar female voice say, close to Brooke’s purse, “It’s Brooke Hinson!”

Several other voices joined in exclamations of excitement and surprise, with the original female voice saying: “Out on the town and all dressed up without your man, Brooke!?”

“Oh I’ve got him right here!” Brooke chuckled, and James felt his world go sideways as Brooke tapped her purse with her finger. He could see, through the mesh, an attractive young brunette woman, probably around 5’10, who had spoken, next to a slightly shorter dark-haired other girl and a couple of their guy friends (all at the women’s knee-level). They were all gaping at Brooke’s purse, and both of the women put their hands over their mouths when they saw James looking at them through the mesh.

“Holy shit! There he isssss!” squealed the brunette through her hands.

“Oh my god LOOK at himmmmm!” her dark-haired friend gushed. A couple of female passersby had glanced backward, with one of them looking befuddled, and the other one looking…well…it was difficult for James to gauge her expression. Was she…jealous!? She was holding the hand of what looked to be her boyfriend, whose hand was raised above his head just to clasp onto hers. But he didn’t get a good look at them, because, once again, Brooke was on the move, crossing the street. He could feel the deep vibrations of her chuckling at the two young women, who followed them for a block or so before Brooke’s long, powerful strides left them in the dust.

“You’re a hit, honey!” Brooke laughed, playfully circling the pad of her index finger around the mesh opening, “Here, I miss you…gimme a little kiss!”

James was only too happy to oblige, planting a firm, passionate kiss right on Brooke’s finger. She hummed out in a smooth, sexy purr:

“Mmmmm…your little lipsss…”

From James’s perspective, the world was rushing by rapidly, even though Brooke wasn’t moving quickly at all – she was simply so big compared to him, and her strides were so long, that it seemed like everything was rushing by. Even still, he was able to notice a couple billboards as they passed. One of them was a huge picture of what looked like a booster car seat, with the simple message:

“Hurt pride or hurt husband? You choose, ladies – make him RideSafe!™ ”

Another billboard for men’s luxury clothing showed a grinning middle-aged man in a sharp suit, standing in front of an immense female form wrapped up in a stylish dress, with her hands on her hips, visible only from the waist-down. The man’s head barely came up to her knees.

“Look your best,” read the billboard, “No matter your size!”

There were many other billboards just like these, but James wasn’t able to absorb them in time – Brooke had suddenly turned right, and the next second she was going through a series of double doors into a marble-floored lobby. James had been in these kinds of buildings before, the kind where you could instantly tell that everything inside was fancy and high-class. Brooke’s platform heels echoed authoritatively through the high ceilings of the polished lobby, which James could see clearly thanks to the bright light of the huge dangling chandeliers. After exchanging a few words with the lobby attendant, Brooke was shown through another series of double doors, which led to a long marble hallway. Here, to James’s surprise, Brooke actually opened up her purse and took him out.

“Wh-wha!?” James stammered, blinking under the bright chandeliers, “What’s going on!?”

“I want you to be walking next to me when we meet Christina!” Brooke smiled, gently setting him down on his feet on the floor. “Just so it’s obvious that we’re in this together, and that I didn’t bring you here by force!”

“Well…you kinda did, though,” James teased, but of course he didn’t mean it. Brooke smirked at him and gave him a “don’t even try it” look before straightening back up and walking up to the nearest door on the right, which had a sleek brass sign on it that read:

“Christina Berkely, Elite Athlete Management, NBPA Certified Agent”

With a knowing smile down at James, Brooke knocked on the door, and for the next few seconds they stood there, waiting. James was standing directly next to Brooke’s gigantic 10-inch pink platform, and he had to make an effort not to fixate on it, since doing so would have aroused him more than he was comfortable with in this situation. Thankfully, he didn’t have to resist temptation for long, because, through the marble floor, he was already feeling the clacking vibrations of heavy footsteps. The next moment, the door opened, and there stood a stylish young woman in a dress and heels, with short-cut black hair, about 5’6, looking positively smitten.

“B-Brooke Hinson!” the young woman cried, reaching out to shake Brooke’s hand, “Oh my goodness! I was so excited when Christina told me you’d be coming in today!”

“Hi there Emily,” Brooke chuckled, her huge hand effortlessly encompassing the young receptionists’, “Christina told me that you’d be here to greet us.”

“I’m a HUGE fan,” Emily said quickly, her full cheeks rosy with embarrassed excitement, “Seriously – I make sure to watch all your games…you really lay down the hammer on everyone, haha!”

“The only way I know how to play!” laughed Brooke amiably, her bracelets jingling around as she mimed spiking a volleyball.

“Well let me take you to Christina’s office,” Emily said, before glancing down around Brooke’s knees and then looking back up, her brow suddenly a bit furrowed. “But I thought…uhm…”

“What is it?” Brooke asked patiently.

“It’s just that…Christina told me you’d be coming here with James,” Emily said, now glancing a little behind Brooke’s thick hips, just in case they were obscuring her view. James saw her 3-inch shiny black heels pivot a bit as she straightened back up. It was incredible – even though Emily was “only” 5’6, with her heels, he was still only barely taller than her ankles.

“Oh but I did!” Brooke laughed, gesturing down next to her, “Didn’t you see him?”

Emily blinked up at Brooke, not understanding for a moment, and then she peered back down, this time looking more carefully as she put her hands on her knees. The next moment she gasped out, her eyes going wide when she spotted James standing there next to Brooke’s platform heel.

“Aaaahh! Oh my godddd!!” Emily cried, bringing her hands up to her mouth (just like the other women on the sidewalk) before carefully reaching her hand down to him. “I’m soooo sorry, James – I didn’t even SEE you down there!”

“It’s…totally fine!” he called back up to her, “shaking” her index finger with his hand before she rose back up to her full height. Emily still hadn’t gotten over the surprise, because her eyes were still wide with wonder. She clearly hadn’t seen a man as small as James, confirmed by what she whispered up to Brooke, though loud enough for James to hear:

“I…I didn’t know they GOT that small!!”

“Mmmmm well he’s not done shrinking yet,” smirked Brooke, obviously enjoying the receptionist’s shock. James suddenly realized that this was her way of “showing him off,” and he loved it.

“H-Here, let me, uhhh…let me show you in to Christina,” stammered Emily through a smile, glancing back down at James for a few more seconds, like she was trying to absorb the unreality of his tininess, before turning and leading them down another hallway. Brooke grinned down at James, gesturing out in front of her with her huge hand.

“After you…” she chuckled, bouncing her eyebrows down at him, and James stepped out “first,” appreciating the absurdity, as he followed Emily down the hallway to Christina’s office, with Brooke’s huge, heavy, clacking footsteps echoing out behind him.