Amber's Journal - Part 7

What was I saying? Right! The dollhouse. So let me bring you up to speed in case you haven’t been following along. Or in case you have a really busy life. It’s hard to keep up with my shenanigans!

So my husband Frank and I own a size ray. Why is it called a size ray, you might ask? Because it can do more than just shrink. We’ve gotten pretty big with it, too. But that isn’t always the most fun. A large part of the enjoyment is our friend April, who also loves all the size-sex fun that we have! We’ve done so much stuff with her, but we were about to do something a little crazy.

April invited us over to her place to show us the dollhouse she’d picked up at a yard sale. My mind is now wired for size, so I immediately realized the fun it could be. Fast-forward a little bit, and now I’m nine inches tall and playing inside it with Frank—who is a mere six inches tall.

But then it got even crazier!

April told us she had a secret desire, that she wanted to shrink us down even more and take us out in public! Neither of us had a chance to answer—she zapped us, dollhouse and all, and we watched as the world outside the windows spread out even more.

“Holy shit, we’re small,” said Frank, but I draped my arm across his shoulder and stared down at him. He was roughly two-thirds my size. It made him feel even smaller.

When the dollhouse finished dwindling, we felt the world shaking. I wondered if the whole place would come apart, but as April had already stressed, the craftsmanship was top-notch. A massive hand appeared outside the window, so large that we could see the creases in the flesh. But we only looked for a moment because her face appeared, or least an eyeball.

“You guys look so tiny! Come up to the window!” she said, voice rocking the wood. Both us moved to the hallway and pulled open the doors that led out to the second-floor balcony. Neither of us were ready to see the world, nor April, this big.

“This is . . . insane!” I yelled, although I knew she couldn’t hear me.

April shrugged. “I see your lips moving but that’s it. You’re probably wondering how small you are . . . that’s tricky for me to tell but . . .” Her voice trailed off as she pulled out a wooden ruler that was as wide as the entire dollhouse. It looked like a redwood tree to us. “The dollhouse is just under an inch high. Pretty cool, huh?”

Frank nearly staggered back and said, “Fuck. I don’t know how I feel about this.”
 “You love it,” I told him. I dropped to the floor and flanked him with my giant legs, then took his cock in my mouth. He’d already started to go soft but immediately perked back up when I gave it a few tugs. I’d just found my rhythm when the whole house tilted.

We rolled toward the bed but the furniture was nailed down. April quickly righted the house and said, “Sorry, I just had to get the hook into the weathervane.”

We looked at each other as we recovered. I said, “Hook?”

The dollhouse lifted into the air, twisting around like a wind-up toy. It made us dizzy but we abruptly stopped, probably because she’d put her hand against the bottom to steady us. Once the house was still, the light disappeared behind us and the scent of April’s perfume wafted in. The windows on that side were all black—no, not black, just dark. The house was resting against her skin.

“We’re around her neck,” I said. “She put the dollhouse on a necklace!”

“That’s . . . kind of awesome.”

“Okay, little people,” she said, her voice vibrating the walls. “I’ll try to keep the bouncing to a minimum. Let’s go get a drink, shall we?”

The house remained still as she left the garage and walked out onto the dark street. A strong air blew through the bedroom but we quickly closed the windows. After that, we stood in front of them and watched.

April was likely going to Cooper’s, a bar at the edge of the shopping district. Her house was in a cul de sac just a hundred yards away. It was a warm night, despite the chilly air filling our dollhouse, and it became apparent when a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, the scent mingling with her perfume.

There were lots of people out—it was a Friday night, after all. I stooped down behind Frank and wrapped my oversized hand around his cock. A few strokes later, he was relaxing, leaning back on my large frame for support.

“Look at her,” I said, pointing to a rather attractive lady with long brown hair and tight jeans. “I bet she’d be good in bed. Wouldn’t you like to fuck her?”

“Mmm,” he said.

“Or crawl inside her at your current size?”

“You better calm down or else you’re gonna get a handful.”

“I don’t want a handful. I want a mouthful.”

I swung around and latched onto his cock. With my big hands, I pulled him and pushed him out. Frank was already worked up over all the stimulus of the night, so it didn’t take long for him to explode between my lips. I swallowed his load and then turned to the window just in time to see April enter Coopers.

She squeezed through the crowd by the door and found a booth. I pulled open the window so we could hear the thumping music and the random bits of conversation. The lights were low but we could see just fine. I looked down and saw the table below us, and April’s phone with a text message pulled up, although my tiny eyes couldn’t read the words.

A few minutes after the waitress delivered her drink, a woman slid into the seat across from her. I thought she looked vaguely familiar, but couldn’t place her. She smiled and said, “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Not at all. Look,” said April.

And then the lady was leaning in, eyes squinting at the necklace. Her face lit up when she saw us and she said, “Amber? Holy shit! Is that Frank with you?”

“Who is this lady?” I asked.

His face was turning red.

“It’s my ex-girlfriend.”

I looked at him with shock. “Is this . . . Emily?”

“Yeah.”

Emily had moved back against her seat and now had a drink in front of her. She said, “How can I get in on this?”

“What?” asked April, and we could feel her body trembling. I flashed a look back at the wall of flesh and could see goosebumps forming.

Emily laughed. “I want to play with this gun.” She leaned in. “Is that okay, little people? Will you shrink me, too?”

Frank was nodding eagerly.

“I feel like we should talk about this,” I said, but was already onboard. Emily was quite the looker.

April pulled the necklace up by the chain so she could see inside. “How about it, guys? Go back to the house, equalize everybody and then come up with a new game?”

We gave her a thumbs up because she couldn’t hear us.

She turned back to an excited Emily and said, “Okay, love. Get ready to get fucked like you’ve never been before!”