New World Order - Follow-Up to Angel Investors

The year following first contact was among the best in Michelle’s life. It would’ve been so easy for her to abuse her power but she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was always watching her. The Angel Investors of the sky had eyes and ears everywhere, she was sure. They didn’t make contact that often, but when they did, it was always during a moment in Michelle’s life that she felt alone.

After her meeting with the woman named Kara, Michelle dutifully went home and processed all that had happened. It seemed as though the shrinking tech had been extra-terrestrial in design, and while Michelle knew this oddly beautiful woman was the author of it, she surely didn’t think the true inventors were a race of otherworldly humanoids. Still, that Kara . . .

She certainly looked human enough.

Michelle had been given a task: to begin building structures around the planet under the guise of her own company’s expansion. These structures were meant to terraform Earth to be in tune with Kara’s people, but Michelle—nor the other Earth women—wouldn’t know the full effects until a few years later.

She felt bad keeping secrets from Tiffany, but then again, what was their relationship, if not built upon a pile of secrets? Michelle reasoned that it was all for the best. In time, she would see the Vixens’ vision. They both would.

The more secrets she kept for the Vixens, the closer she seemed to get with Tiffany. Their relationship went public soon after the first terraformer expansion was live. They seemed to be inseparable, making it difficult to keep in contact with Kara, or so she thought.

One night in the shower, a voice spoke inside her head.

I see the first terraformer is up and running. Nice output, as well.

“How are you in my head?” Michelle whispered, but she already knew the answer. That thing they put inside her—it was some sort of tracker, she thought. But she would soon learn it did so much more.

I will always be in your head. I see that your relationship has progressed. Do you find it odd that until now, you kept it hidden? And Tiffany lived elsewhere?

“Yeah, I get that,” she whispered, not wanting the girl in question, who was in the bed outside the door, to wake. She ignored all of Kara’s attempts to build a conversation. “I’m assuming this little chip in my neck is the reason?”

Chip? That’s so primitive. Think of it as a seed that’s growing in your . . . what do you humans call it? Soul? The more you nurture it, the more powerful it will become.

“I don’t understand.”

You will. Build the terraformers. Your rewards will be forthcoming . . . sooner than you think.

Michelle was about to speak but somehow, she knew Kara wasn’t listening. She finished her shower and exited to the bedroom. Just before climbing into bed alongside her girlfriend, she heard Tiffany make a stifled moan. And when she pulled the covers off and felt the heat rise into the room, she knew what was happening. Tiffany suddenly giggled, then rolled over onto her back.

“Thought you could cum and keep it quiet, huh?” said Michelle, gazing down at the pair of tiny legs hanging from Tiffany’s pussy. Dyson, the shrunken plaything who’d been with Tiffany for the last year, never seemed to tire of his sexual duties. He pulled himself out and collapsed next to his giantess’s thigh and wiped his eyes. Then, he waved up at Michelle.

“I know you have to get up early tomorrow. Long drive. I didn’t want to keep you up.” It was true, as Michelle was driving six hours to discuss breaking ground on their new research facility—or more precisely—the next terraformer.

“I’m never too tired to play with you. Or to share him.” Although Michelle hardly took Dyson from Tiffany, she still enjoyed what a six-inch man could do for her body.

She straightened Tiffany’s leg in the air, massaging the muscles along her calf and thigh. A seductive look passed between the two, and it seemed Tiffany was merely warmed up, not finished off. Dyson stood and flicked the cum off his little arms and waited patiently, sure that his services would be needed once more.

Michelle glided in front of Tiffany, lining her girlfriend’s body with her own. She draped both legs over her shoulders and bent down, kissing along the calf and the thigh, and finally reaching the tiny man.

“Get back in there, little guy,” she purred, then licked his back. She could taste Tiffany on his tiny body.

He grinned, always upbeat and willing to serve. She watched as he led with his arms, pushing open Tiffany’s lips to a quiet, little moan, and then began to burrow. By now, Michelle was trailing behind, kissing her lover’s thighs, her sticky, salty skin making her tingle. When her lips reached Dyson, he was but an ass and legs, so she gently grabbed his thigh with her lips and helped to ease him in. Once his feet had disappeared, she coasted her tongue across Tiffany’s labia, feeling the girl tremble and relax.

Dyson did all the heavy lifting—Michelle was merely there for support. When he began to back out again, she took him by the legs and pulled him. Knowing the game, he extended his arms to the sides, creating a lock with his body and now he would go no further. Michelle pushed him back to his ankles, then pulled him back out. Again, he locked, and now Tiffany had a successful human dildo that could hit all the right spots. Each pass of his tiny body saw him wetter and hotter, and it only served to make Michelle pick up speed.

The tiny man was surprisingly sturdy, as most men were constructed to be. Dyson was one of the first models, before they were grown exclusively for sexual purposes. He’d started out as a full-grown man, something once common but now almost unheard of in society’s shrink-tech infused, Matriarchal power structure. The Vixens had provided them with shrinking technology, a concept Michelle thought was just getting started.

She pushed Dyson all the way in, then licked up Tiffany’s body, admiring every inch past her stomach, her breasts, and her lips. While on top, she smashed her own pussy into Tiffany’s, feeling the little man squirming just behind the lips. Michelle kissed along her neck, her cheek, and finally whispered into her ear.

“How about we play with the thing?”

“The thing?”

“You know, the leather thing.”

Tiffany laughed, spilling her warm breath across Michelle’s face, turning her skin to goosebumps. She moaned and said, “Okay, lover. Go get it. I’ll retrieve our little man. I’m sure he’ll want to ride it.”

While Michelle looked through shoeboxes in the closet, Tiffany sat up and pulled the tiny man out, then slapped his wet body on the sheets. He cleared his eyes and ears and finally did a full-circle, looking for the other giantess.

“She’s bringing the horse, little man. You gonna ride it?”

“I’ll try not to fall off like last time,” he said.

Michelle emerged from the bedroom, now sporting a leather strap-on belt. Just in front, a cock so large and curved that it always made Tiffany tingle just to see it. They found it in a sex shop a couple of weeks ago while on a business trip, and it was always hilarious fun to first see it, especially when Michelle would rock her hips from side to side and make the cock bounce. She got on her knees on the bed and walked up, just as Tiffany slid into position, lying on her back with her legs bent.

Michelle put weight on her hands and bent down so that the cock rested on the bed. Then, Dyson climbed atop. When she had the cock level, he moved to the base and held on as if it were a horse missing its saddle. He gave her a thumbs up, then turned his attention to the giant pussy in front of him, eyes eager to get started.

At first she rubbed the head against Tiffany’s swollen lips. The girl was already plenty wet, so once Michelle started to enter, it was only a matter of the receiving girl relaxing. Little by little, she took the faux cock, bringing Dyson closer to the lips. And once it was all the way in, he was in the perfect spot to lean in and grab her clit. The combination of these two sensations was enough to make Tiffany wail.

Michelle thrust, gently at first, but then gained speed. Initially, Dyson was able to keep his balance, but as the speed of Michelle’s thrusts increased, the little man wobbled around, nearly falling several times. Trusting his well-honed instincts, he used Michelle’s next thrust to jump onto Tiffany’s pubic bone. Michelle watched, fascinated, as he lay across Tiffany’s mound, adjusting his position so as to best reach her swollen clit. He looked up, nodded to Michelle to continue. As she did, with increased speed, he worked Tiffany’s clit like an expert—massaging it in various ways, but always in time to Michelle’s thrusts. Tiffany was in ecstasy—subtly wriggling and grinding in response both to Michelle’s deft work, and Dyson’s expert manipulations. Her moans became louder, more insistent—sometimes interspersed with whimpers, purrs and growls that were music to Michelle’s ears. Michelle continued to go fast, the massive plastic cock hammering her in a way that was impossible for another woman.

With cum sloshing out and Tiffany’s voice reaching a magnificent crescendo, Michelle began to slow. She pulled out completely and Dyson slid down to face Tiffany’s aching, reddened opening. Then, Michelle nudged him forward, and for the third time tonight he entered his giant-sized lover. Michelle gave a final thrust to push him in completely, then collapsed beside of her girlfriend.

“Your turn,” said Tiffany.

“You don’t have to, babe. I’m good.” She was panting, but not nearly as heavily as the girl she’d just serviced.

“Then a toy,” Tiffany said.

She pulled Dyson from her pussy and dangled him over Michelle’s stomach. He dripped warm juices all over her flustered skin. And then, she let go and he plopped down on top of her. Tiffany said, “Be gentle. He’s been worked extra hard tonight.” And then she turned over and switched off the lamp.

***

The next day, Michelle got an early start for her road trip. She stopped only once to use the restroom and then to have breakfast. It was always fun to eat in restaurants these days because her seed—as Kara put it—allowed her to sway anyone in the hospitality industry. They always loved her earrings or wanted to know where she got her shoes or told her she looked like an old flame so she didn’t have to pay. Michelle didn’t think she possessed mind-control, but rather a low-level gift in persuasion. She left that morning with free breakfast, coffee, and a complimentary fifty-dollar gift card for the omelet shop’s store.

In the bathroom, she appraised her appearance. She’d always been a pretty girl, but now she was looking radiant. Her clothes were fitting tighter than normal, but that was to be expected. Although Kara had never expressed it, Michelle had the suspicions that the terraformer was stretching all the women across the globe. After six months, it was only a minor change—a couple of inches, but it was enough for the news stations to notice. So far, it was just a global phenomenon. After more terraformers went up, the changes would be more radical.

Back on the highway, she drove for another two uneventful hours. Traffic was light and she was making good time but she was so hot and sweaty that she wanted to make a pitstop to change clothes. It wasn’t nerves, it was something else. The Vixens were not only changing how people responded to her, they were changing Michelle, as well. When she reached the next densely-populated town, she thought about turning off, but the voice in her head had other plans.

Not this exit. Take Exit 82.

“Are you always here?”

Think of it as old-school landlines. Your people would listen in on each other’s conversations all the time.

“I’m positive I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Right. Your great grandmother would know what I mean.
 “Uh huh. So where are we going?” Michelle phrased it that way because she always felt as if Kara was a hitchhiker, simply living in her ear.

While you may have the power of persuasion on your side, you still need to look presentable. From here on out, you’re representing the Vixens. It’s time to act like one.

“That tells me nothing. I just need to know where to turn.”

An exhausted sigh in her ear. Exit 82, follow the road to the Japanese restaurant.

She did as told, coming into an industrial part of town that reminded her of the secluded spot Kara had chosen a year ago for their warehouse meeting. This strip of the outskirts had very little to offer people, but she did spot the large, slashing letters of the Japanese restaurant. It was in a strip mall, sitting narrowly between a check-cashing service and a coin-op laundromat. Michelle wanted to grab the gun beneath the seat as soon as she pulled into the seedy parking lot.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of her car, sans gun, and proceeded toward the Japanese restaurant. From the sidewalk she could see that the lights were off and the sign assured her that the establishment was closed. Despite that, she didn’t think the Vixens made mistakes, so she opened the door and stepped into the darkness.

A cool wind rushed across her skin as if she’d just stepped into the Arctic Tundra. But it was gone in a flash, replaced by a comfortable warmth that felt like a sauna. And when the darkness faded, she discovered that’s exactly where she stood. It wasn’t the same place she visited last year, but it was similar.

She’d stepped into a nail salon full of beautiful women and just like the warehouse visit, they were all so much bigger than Michelle. These visits were starting to make her feel uncomfortable, and they also made her question the order of things—why did Kara insist on pretending she was going to be a Vixen to only bring her here for humiliation?

To the left was a row of ladies, all in loungers, all appearing thirty feet tall, although it was difficult to tell for sure with them seated. At their feet were several little men and women, dutifully massaging and catering to nails. Michelle walked by them, feeling a little tingle between the legs at the sight of such large, beautiful women. Their feet were roughly half the size of her body and positioned just over her head.

She’d made it past one bend of pampered women and reached another row when Kara stepped into her path, looking just as large as all the others. Michelle stopped in front of her, eye level with her knee. The giantess looked radiant as ever with a sleek, purple dress. She was wearing clear high heels, as if she needed the added height.

“Good to see you again,” said the big lady.

“I don’t get it, Kara. Why am I always the smallest one? I get that you want to impress upon me a hierarchy. I get it. But c’mon. I’m doing everything your people want.”

Kara seemed wounded by her words. She took a knee, which still put her well over Michelle’s head, and placed a reassuring hand against her cheek. It was warm and large enough to cover half her head. Kara said, “That’s part of the reason I’ve called you here today. I don’t think you understand the full effect of your seed.”

“I get free gas and potato chips with it. Big deal.”

“And you’ve fast-tracked the terraformers because people buy into what you’re saying. But that’s not all you can do.”

“Tell me,” Michelle said, in no mood for games.

“Fine.” Kara stood, returning to her full height. “You can control your size.”

“What? How?”
 “You just have to imagine a size and become it.”

“Sound a little too simple,” Michelle said. But when her thoughts began to imagine being larger, something stirred inside her, as if she were holding her breath and waiting to see just how much air she could expel.

“Give it a try.” Kara took a step back.

Michelle stepped away as well, but she also looked at the ceiling and made sure there was enough room for what she wanted to do. And in her mind she imagined herself spreading out, starting down at her toes and moving up her legs, across her throbbing sweet spot, and to the roots in her hair.

Slowly, Michelle started to grow.

Kara looked pleased as she swelled to half her size, then became equal, and then even taller. When she was roughly three times the size of the Vixen with her hair flattening against the ceiling, she imagined herself stopping. What an amazing power! Her neck was throbbing and hot to the touch, as if the seed had been running off battery power.

“Nice job, but shrink back to my size, please. I’ll not stare up at an Earthling.”

Michelle wanted to protest, but instead she willed herself to get smaller. She imagined herself as a balloon with all the air seeping out, and within seconds she was looking Kara in the eye. It made her feel accomplished.

“That . . . is pretty cool,” Michelle said, looking at her hands.

“Use it sparingly. If you garner too much attention, we can’t help you. Come.” She turned on her heels and walked off, entering through a set of high-tech double doors that melted into the walls.

Inside the next area the spa continued, only now there were large, floor to ceiling windows that told Michelle she was no longer on Earth. She’d stepped through some dimensional doorway hidden inside a Japanese restaurant. Outside spanned a lush jungle, the foliage not only green but strange shades of blue and red also. The spa was elevated, as if they were in some high-rise, upscale apartment.

Ladies—now the same size as Michelle—were lounging in a large jacuzzi. Along the side was a narrow path where shrunken men and women pushed trollies. Upon the trollies were cold drinks. The pampered ladies took one and the tinies returned to the kitchen via small doors at the edges of the jacuzzi.

“Why do you not have your own shrunken man?” Kara asked suddenly, leading her deeper into the spa.

“What?”

“Everyone else on your planet seems to have a shrunken plaything. Tiffany has one, as well, correct?”

“Yeah. Most women do. It’s just . . . not for me.”

“That’s quite sad. How about a shrunken woman? Would that be better?”

And Michelle loved that idea, although she’d never really thought about it. Shrinking women wasn’t something that happened. True, Biosync was the only company that had permits to do shrinking, but that was only performed on cloned males. The idea of a shrunken woman was quite the turn on. Society would hate it, therefore Michelle would love it . . .

Beyond rows of ladies getting massages from half-sized men and women stood a pedestal. Atop it, in what looked like a tube of glass was a ray gun. It reminded Michelle of the time she went to a Hollywood themed restaurant. Back in the days when men and women produced high-quality films, audiences loved them so much they wanted to dine around the memorabilia. Her visit had been no different, and upon several display pedestals there were retro space guns like this one.

Only Michelle didn’t think this one was a toy . . .

“What’s that?” she asked, just as Kara tapped the edge of the pedestal. The glass disappeared, as if becoming air and floating away.

“This,” she said, lifting it from a metal stand, “is a portable shrink ray.”

“Seriously?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Of course I believe you. I’ve just never seen the tech so . . . refined. The machine we use to shrink the clones requires two warehouses worth of space to operate.”

“I know. I gave you the plans, remember?” She winked.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“Because you need to decide.” She pushed it into Michelle’s hands. It was lighter than she would’ve guessed—much lighter, as if the whole thing was made of plastic. “Button on the side powers it up. Just aim and pull the trigger.” Then, Kara was walking off.

“Wait, decide what?”

They left the spa and entered what appeared to be an office complex. Phones rang, papers rattled, and women darted from one workstation to the next. They all seemed not to care about the two beauties who entered, but one blond lady who reminded Michelle of Tiffany did raise her head and smile before going back to work.

Kara said, “Long ago, men hunted for food. Did you know that?”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

The Vixen laughed and waved it off. “No matter. Every woman on Earth has become cowardly and bland. This was the side effect for us taking total control. We also took conflict. All of your life is decided already. There’s little infighting. Your people need to go back to hunting. That was when the human experience was real.”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“I’m saying that you have to hunt, so to speak. Pick one and take her. She’s yours.”

“You want me to shrink one of these women?”

“I want you to shrink one of these women and make her your fucktoy until the end of her days.”

At this, the girls looked up, a wave of panic crossing their faces. Michelle didn’t understand this place, nor did she understand the role of these women. This all felt like a test, and one that she was determined not to fail.

Michelle kept the device at her side and strolled through the office. Work had come to a screeching halt as she surveyed each woman. There were some real beauties here, but she was fighting her upbringing, that women were to be revered, despite caste. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do.

“You,” she said, addressing the pretty blond girl with dark skin. The woman started at the sound of Michelle’s voice but placed the clipboard she’d been holding on a nearby desk and came forward. She was wearing a purple pantsuit with golden high heels, making her slightly taller than Michelle. But with the shrink ray in hand, size was purely relative.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“What’s your name?”

“Cherry,” she stumbled, then quickly said, “Cheri. Sorry.”

Michelle giggled. “I like Cherry better.” She looked over at Kara for approval and added, “I think Cherry suits you better. Are you ready to be my pet?”

“I . . . I suppose so. That’s why we’re here.”

Michelle didn’t know what she meant by that. Instead, she said, “I want you to get undressed, Cherry.”

The girl’s cheeks darkened, but only for a moment. And then, she slid her feet out of the golden heels, revealing beautifully pedicured toes. She slid the pants down, then the matching panties. Her pussy was shaved and shiny with excitement—this was turning her on, despite the turmoil the idea was causing. After the pants came the top and the bra, revealing small, but firm breasts and dark nipples.

She stood with her arms at the sides, licking her lips. Michelle was in the moment, blood pumping in her ears. It was still unclear the metaphor Kara was making about hunting and women becoming stagnant in their own lives. But right then, Michelle felt fierce—she felt like a wild animal. She felt like a Vixen.

And then she raised the shrink ray and pulled the trigger.

A white glow left the emitter of the gun and wrapped around Cherry, much like a hug made of pure energy. She was smiling once it covered her from head to toe, and the moment it dissipated, Michelle’s eyes were drawn to the girl’s thigh, where a tiny trickle of cum was rolling down her leg. Cherry wrapped her arms around her torso just as she began to dwindle down. The rest of the girls in the office were staring at her with large, curious eyes and Michelle thought they were actually envious. What a strange place, indeed.

Cherry became half her size, then a quarter, then finally she stopped shrinking at the perfect height of five inches tall. She assessed the room, and then she sank to her knees with one hand between her legs. Even at such a small size, they could hear her pleasuring herself. Michelle wanted to do the same thing, but remained composed.

“Go ahead,” Kara whispered in her ear. Michelle had been too enthralled that she forgot all about the tiny woman. “Pick her up. Accept your place in the power structure.”

Michelle bent low and snatched the tiny, sticky girl. Her little body quivered but she was warm. Her eyes were fierce, even at such a tiny size. This little servant would do all the things Michelle wished and more . . .

“Come,” said Kara. “Let’s get you Vixen-perfect.”

Michelle followed into the final wing of the spa, to what could only be the most magical hour she’d ever known. She was immediately asked to disrobe and lie on her back where an entourage of shrunken men and women were dumped onto her warm skin and began to walk around. They were wearing something on their feet resembling snowshoes that she assumed heightened the sensation of their touch.

Cherry joined the fun, as this was expected of her from now on. She helped drag a bottle of lotion across Michelle’s thigh, then donned a miniature wetsuit to help apply it. While Michelle’s face was through the padded loop and watching the floor, a pair of tinies dragged out a tablet with her favorite true crime drama already in progress on the screen.

After the full-body massage, she flipped over, sat up, and received a manicure and pedicure all at once. She counted twenty-five tinies, including her Cherry, tending to her nails and heels. A long train of colors, carried across the backs of shrunken people, appeared beside her. Michelle chose a deep purple—the symbol of royalty and status.

She was treated to the works—hair, makeup, and even a new change of clothes. The best part was the sheer nylons that the tiny people worked in tandem to roll up her legs. Michelle was certain it had to be an illusion—her calves and toes never looked so good. Kara watched her pampering and smiled pleasantly.

When it was over, she stood and felt more relaxed than she ever had in her life. She looked down at the tiny woman clutched in her hand. Cherry was in a bright red miniskirt with matching boots. Michelle was pampered and so too would her servants be. This was just the beginning of her rise to Vixen status.

“What is this place?” she asked Kara when she felt the meeting was at an end. She pointed back to the office—the only part of the spa that didn’t make sense.

Kara said, “You clone men for a singular purpose. We clone women for the same thing.”

“I see,” said Michelle, thinking it was such a novel idea to shrink women. Earth was certainly going to change with these people in charge.

“You’re ready for your meeting,” said the Vixen. She dabbed her thumb in the corner of Michelle’s mouth. “And after today we will have our second terraformer in the works. A few more and the Vixens will arrive. You’ll be well rewarded.”

“Thank you,” said Michelle.

“Go now and make us proud. Know that you are the top of the world.”

Michelle nodded and walked out of the Japanese restaurant, noting that the sun had been in her eyes before was now at her back. It hadn’t moved an inch in the sky. When she got into the car and checked her dash clock, she discovered that only three minutes had passed—her time walking to and from the restaurant. Inside the spa, time had come to a halt.

She put Cherry in the seat next to her, the little woman’s boots shiny in the light. The shrunken woman looked up at her and smiled affectionately and then said, “What do you want to do now?”

Michelle said, “First I want to conduct an experiment.”

She pulled out of the parking lot but instead of getting back on the interstate, she followed a two-lane road deeper into the little town off the exit. There was a long-dead hardware store at the end of a turnabout, so she pulled into the empty lot where she could see in all directions, and put the car in park.

Then, she thought about getting bigger. It took a moment for her seed to warm up, but thirty seconds later, she felt the steering wheel biting into her thighs. Michelle quickly put a stop to it, just as her head pushed painfully against the roof of the car.

“Holy shit,” she said. “I can . . . I can really do it!”

“That’s a good trick,” said the tiny woman, and it gave Michelle an idea.

She willed her body once again to shrink back to normal. And then, she thought of a size much smaller than that. This time, the seed didn’t activate and nothing happened. That made sense, she thought. The Vixens were always in charge. They would never lower themselves to become smaller.

“So no shrinking, huh?” said Cherry.

“Nope. Doesn’t seem that way.”

“Where are we going?”

“To a meeting. We’re still a couple of hours away.”

“Oh,” she said, and settled in the seat, as if she were growing bored. When Michelle didn’t put the car into gear, she looked up and said, “What would you like me to do?”

Michelle relaxed and slightly spread her legs. She said, “For starters you can take your clothes off. I need you in a very special place.”

Cherry unzipped her tiny boots and stood. “I think I can manage that.”

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