A Shrinking Fantasy

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“She’s brilliant and not hard on the eyes.” That’s what I remember them telling me now. I laughed and said, “She can’t be both and you know it! The smart ones are homely and the hot ones are dumb and usually sluts.” They laughed. I thought at the time it was because they agreed with me.

My colleges enjoying the little joke and the fact that I had caught them in their lie about the scientist who would be showing me around the lab later this evening. They should have known though, I’m only pompous because I bloody well can be! I’ve always been the most intelligent and I have to say witty, person I know. And it was no surprise to me that I was the one chosen for the tour of the new laboratory.

A Scientific Breakthrough

Supposedly this woman had a shrinking fantasy and had some major break through with a machine that could physically alter matter. Not its composition like boiling water until it’s steam, that’s been done and frankly its pretty boring to see. No, she had done something that only a woman would consider doing.

Change the look of matter. Frankly I was expecting, assuming this worked, for her to be able to use this machine to paint her nails pink and then blue without any more effort than it would take to lay in a tanning bed. I never suspected what she had truly stumbled upon. Or well, now that I know her, perhaps she didn’t stumble, perhaps she had something like this in mind all along. A special experiment meant just for me.

As you might a well know, I’ve gotten a little paranoid these days and I’m already regretting the honesty I used in the beginning. She’s going to see this when I’m finished and if I make her look bad she’s going to punish me. So I should add something here. The first time I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. She was not just easy on the eyes, she was gorgeous and not in that kind of way where you know there’s a pretty girl in there somewhere.

No. She was and is, tall and sexy, long dark hair, perfect curves that even a long white lab coat couldn’t hide. She loves skirts and heels, straight tight pencil skirts with a fitted blouse and impossible high heeled pumps. Maybe if she wouldn’t have been so beautiful, I would have seen what was coming, maybe not. Because they were right and the laughter was at my foolishness, she is also smart. Unbeknownst to me, she picked up on shrinking fantasy right away!

Sexy and Smart I Would Make Her Mine

Not long after I arrived and donned a lab coat of my own, we were walking down a long hall, a long empty hall. This didn’t give me pause that everyone else had gone home, I was far too happy that I had this woman all to myself and my cock was already hard thinking of undressing her.

She flirted back and I was picturing glass beakers smashing to the floor as we cleared off a lab desk and fucked there amid the chemicals and bubbling fluids. She however was picturing something far different. You see I wasn’t invited for my intellect. I was invited on this tour because she felt I was the most likely to underestimate her and the least likely to have anyone who really gave a shit where I had disappeared to, at least right away. She was right.

Shrinking Fantasy: A Vibrator Size Human

We stepped into the lab and it was nothing I expected. Instead of beakers and Bunsen Burners, there was a simple table on a hard ceramic floor with a chair next to it. On the table something that looked like a mix between a gun and a huge metal syringe. The walls were completely smooth, no bricks, nothing to hold on to, no furniture to hide under, nothing soft, just the low dentist office looking red leather chair with the stir ups.

She smiled at me and walked over to the device, telling me as she did how long she’d been waiting for someone she could truly share this with. The smile looked cruel suddenly and before I could react, she pointed it at me and I heard a sound, like a computer powering on. The room got brighter, then more dim and I felt a wave of warmth cover me. I wasn’t sure what it was, my brain not registering this was coming from the device until I started to shrink. Smaller and smaller, she laughed, giddy with power and joy. Then clicked it off. All I knew was that suddenly I was in another world.

She walked over, foot steps echoing so loudly around me I couldn’t focus and then she picked me up. I had been shrunk to the size of a Ken doll and she happily dropped me on the table and began to talk into a recorder about test subject three. Without ceremony she undressed me and started to touch my body every where, talking still about how the subject had shrunk evenly and without pain or disfigurement. Talk about a shrinking fantasy on steroids!

I moaned, my body reacting to the rubbing and she smiled, noting the presence of sensation. Then she clicked it off and stopped rubbing my body to undress herself. “Now, we’ll see what else you’re good for.” she said and climbed into the chair, putting her legs in the stir ups and taking me in her hand, talking about how she’d always wanted a real live vibrator.

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