Amber's Journal - Entry 2

So where was I?

Right! My hubby Frank had brought home a shrink ray! Instead of using it on himself like we’d always planned, I volunteered to try it first. And at that moment, I was excited—but I was also regretting it. Frank was about to rip me apart and I had mixed feelings about this. Being a shrunken woman with a normal-sized lover seemed great on paper, but maybe not in execution . . .

The shrinking process was slow, but that was by design. We both have something in common: We LOVE the process! We both want to feel every inch slip away. It’s wonderful to watch the world slowly expand and have the idea in the back of your head that it might not stop. What if everything just kept getting bigger and bigger until I couldn’t be seen nor heard? It wouldn’t be the worst way to die, would it?

But no, I was currently a little more than half my five-foot-eight height. This wasn’t a world-changing size, but things did certainly look a lot bigger. My arms could easily stretch out across the middle of the bed—three Ambers could’ve held hands. The most radical change was my husband who was currently kneeling between my legs. With each passing second, it was getting more difficult to keep him there because my thighs were drawing in.

He was holding his monster cock over my pussy, teasing me with rubbing and slapping. I’d just told him that it wasn’t going to fit, but he didn’t care. He was determined to try this. I gripped the sheets to the left and right and braced myself. I was caught between fear and desire.

Frank pressed his dick against me as he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips felt odd and mismatched, and that’s probably why he spent so much time there. It was a fun experience for the both of us. Eventually, he moved down my body, taking my nipple into his mouth. The tug of his lips was so great that it pulled me off the bed. I put my fingers through his hair and could feel his entire head growing.

“Frank, let’s get this going,” I told him. He lifted himself on his elbows and his face blanched. I could tell that he worried that his time had passed.

Still, I spat on my hands and jerked his cock, feeling it getting longer and thicker between my fingers. He moved back down and I helped to ease him in. The way the head of his cock spread me open was intense, and I silently hoped that he would be gentle.

He used one hand to guide himself forward but with the other he interlaced with mine. It was a nice distraction because I could feel his hand getting bigger in mine, spreading the fingers. He continued to ease forward and I tried to relax. When I looked down, it felt like every inch of it was inside me, but that wasn’t true at all. He was still going deeper.

I released a ragged moan that almost formed the words to stop, but I didn’t want that yet. Frank constantly looked into my eyes for confirmation to continue, and I allowed it for what seemed like many minutes. It was becoming clear that he would never fit it all inside me—right now his cock would probably rearrange my lungs.

But once he found a good place to stop, he started to thrust. His other hand interlaced with mine, and now my feet were on his chest, looking small and dainty across his wall of flesh. Frank pumped, each time driving my head up to the headboard. My toes slowly dragged across him because my feet were contracting.

“Oh, fuck!” I said, over and over. With each passing second, his cock became thicker and I wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer. Finally, I said, “Pull it out, big guy.”

He gave me a few more pumps as if he wasn’t going to listen, but then did as I asked. He slapped his wet cock on my stomach and I couldn’t believe that it had just been inside me. It was simply massive, about the size of my forearm and getting bigger with each passing second.

“Did you get off?” he asked me. Frank is always so in-tune with me and my needs. I shook my head. I was almost there, but the size difference became too great, too fast.

He licked his finger, then rubbed it against my clit. I could feel my body temperature rise with his touch. That finger drifted down, then gently pushed into my rapidly dwindling womanhood. I bent at the knees and accepted him, feeling the finger slowly swelling. In another few minutes, even that would be too large. Frank found a good rhythm to shove in and out, and luckily this time I was able to get off. He laughed as I blasted his finger away.

The world was looking much bigger now. I was probably less than two-feet tall, on my way down to a mere six inches.

“You’ve gotta try this,” I told him, looking around the bedroom—the same bedroom I’d stared at for eleven years. It was almost like being inside a cathedral now.

“Oh, I plan to try it. I hope you’ve got plenty of naughty ideas for me.”

“You know I do,” I said. I got up on my knees and so did Frank. Grabbing his cock required reaching up with both hands. It felt like pure muscle between my fingers. It took all of my strength just to hold it vertically. At such a small size, I could feel him swelling with greater intensity.

I pushed my face against it and started to kiss because there was no way I’d suck him now. That time had come and gone two feet ago. Still, he braced himself and moaned, loving the feeling of my little tongue darting around. There would be no stroking as I couldn’t even get my fingers around him.

Finally, when I was around a foot tall, Frank relaxed on the bed and placed me on his stomach. Sitting down, I had a better chance of hugging the cock and stroking it. I could feel Frank’s finger tracing along my back as I struggled.

And surprising to both of us, I could feel his stomach muscles clenching beneath my ass. I gripped him harder, feeling as if I were wresting another person, and kept stroking. I grinned so big when I heard him moaning. The next thing I knew, I was feeling his hot goo drip across me. It was the most rewarding experience I’d ever known.

With my body hitting its final size of six inches, the world was completely changed. I walked down my husband’s leg and turned back to look at him and his now flaccid dick. He stared back with a satisfied grin.

“So now what, big guy?”