Amber's Journal - Part 6

Over the next couple of weeks the three of us had fun with the size ray. Yes, I’ve settled for calling it that. Let’s not make things too difficult. Frank, myself, and April had enjoyed all sorts of growing and shrinking, usually in the confines of her garage where up to two people could grow. I have a bit of a confession here, and it may turn some of you off.

I prefer shrinking someone to making myself grow . . .

Now hear me out. Growth is awesome! There’s nothing quite like seeing my feet spread out across the floor, seeing the ceiling get lower, and seeing people dwindle away. The power rush is pretty cool, mostly because I’m a gentle person by nature and all that energy just bounces around inside of me because I won’t put it to destructive use. But shrinking flips a whole different switch.

It’s more intimate. I like the idea of being in the backseat of a car. If you’ve read my stuff from the beginning, you know this is my number one turn on! I love the idea of just two bodies back there and one of them is suddenly gone, no longer filling the same space. So whenever I’m given a choice, I’ll always shrink someone, rather than grow myself.

So when April came up with a novel idea for us, we were onboard. Our whole week was spent posting messages to our three-way group chat with ideas. Nothing was off-limits. We were all willing to try something, at least once.

Sure, there were unspoken rules. We were to always be safe. We weren’t to play with one another behind someone’s back. If we wanted to stop the game, we did. Although we didn’t have a safe word, if we no longer wanted to be big or small, the others had to accommodate.

Frank got off early one Friday night and we immediately headed to April’s house to see her yard sale find. Standing in her garage, the three of us laughed because the idea was so preposterous, yet so alluring just the same.

“I bought it for ninety dollars,” she said. “Aside from our uses, that’s a pretty good price, considering the quality! It took four guys to bring it over here!”

We stared at a three-foot tall Victorian era dollhouse. Frank and I dropped to our knees just as she flipped a switch, turning on all the interior lights. It originally ran on electricity, but someone over the years had made it battery-powered. There were many rooms inside and each were decorated down to the silverware on the tables. Carpet, chairs, beds, even little televisions made the place look real.

As Frank and I circled the house, looking in the various windows, April said, “So if you don’t mind . . . I’d like to shrink the both of you.”

“Oh?” said Frank.

She nodded. “And I want to watch the two of you fuck in that master bedroom.”

I thought this was the hottest fucking idea I’d ever heard.

“When do you gals wanna do this?” Frank asked, but the look we gave him was all the answer he needed. True, it was still early—when the garage door came down, daylight still filtered in through the windows.

April already knew how to use the size ray. We’d let her shrink and grow enough inanimate objects. While Frank started to get undressed, I pretended to point something out to her on the device, but really, I only wanted to whisper an extra instruction into her ear. She winked that she understood.

When we stood before her, naked and ready, she said, “Alright, Frank, you’re first.” I stepped aside while she blasted my husband. Frank immediately started to dwindle in front of me. He rushed forward, grabbing my breast and going in for a kiss that was meant for my lips but landed on my nipple. He kissed me the whole way down, sending tingles as his tongue lapped at my pussy. I liked that I had his attention on me—he didn’t see April making another adjustment on the device.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to back up, Frank,” I told my six-inch husband who was licking my toes. “Otherwise you’re about to get really small.”

He took a few steps back, his attention moving from me to the looming dollhouse. April gave me a wink, then blasted me right in the chest.

Like Frank had with me, I rushed forward and kissed her on the lips. I landed one but the rest fell short. Unlike me, April was still dressed, so I was only rewarded with the clean smell of her clothes, the leather pants, and finally, the sight of her massive shoes. I turned back to Frank who stood by the dollhouse’s doorway and walked toward him.

It took a moment for him to figure out that something was different—until I was standing almost beside him. Frank was six inches tall. I was nine inches tall. He kissed my stomach, directly in front of him.

I said, “You don’t get to play with a mini-giantess that often. I thought this would be fun.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “C’mon, let’s take it to the bedroom.”

April sat down on the floor next to the dollhouse. Before entering, I noticed her unbuttoning her pants. On the way up the staircase, I was momentarily freaked out by her giant eye peering in, but I could tell by the way the wrinkles formed that she was smiling.

If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought we were in a real house. The level of detail was incredible. I’d seen enough of the world at a shrunken size to know how things were oddly distorted by our regular-sized eyes. This didn’t give me any of those fake vibes. For all intents and purposes, we were normal, and a giantess was about to watch us fuck through the windows.

I had to stoop through some doorways, as the scale of the house was perfectly suited to Frank’s six-inch height. But the master bedroom was large enough for me, and the bed was certainly able to accommodate. I threw my back on it, legs going over the edges. Frank dropped to his knees in front of me and started kissing up my thighs, then his tongue darted inside me. Even with our size-difference, he knew what he was doing.

April and I locked gazes. She was sitting back far enough that I could see her entire face—could see the red splotches already forming because she was going to town on her own pussy. She bit her bottom lip but she was growing impatient.

“Fuck her, Frank! Fuck that big pussy!”

He laughed and climbed up the bed, then gave his cock a stroke between my legs and then pushed it in. At this size, it felt nice, but not earth-shaking. I put a hand on his ass and pushed him deeper until he was rubbing against my clit—and I was getting wet.

April changed sides, now peering in through the side window so she could see Frank balancing himself by holding onto my knees. I was gripping him around the waist, helping to guide him and to keep his rhythm going since he was too small.

“Fuck, this is awesome!” April said. “Could you both . . . I dunno, help fulfil a little fantasy for me?”

“Sure,” said Frank, collapsing against my stomach. I stroked his hair.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Can I take you out in public?”

“What do you mean?” Frank asked.

“Just stay there,” said April, and then her face disappeared and her knees blocked our view.

Frank and I looked to each other, and then we could feel it—the warm tingles throughout our bodies. April reappeared at the window, only now her whole face wasn’t visible, just her eye. It was getting bigger and bigger . . .

Because Frank and I, along with the dollhouse . . . were starting to shrink . . .