Admitting to a Shrinking Fetish
I’ve always wanted to tell a date, or girlfriend, or even a sexy stranger about my shrinking fetish fantasies, my desire to be a tiny man in a land filled with beautiful giants. But I’m also not a big fan of being thought of as “crazy,” so I tend to tightly hold those secret thoughts inside my head and keep them to myself.
Tonight was a bit different, I guess. There was a magic, a kind of energy in the air. I was about to abandon logic and share my deepest and most guarded desire with someone. I certainly wouldn’t have told these secret thoughts to a woman I just barely knew, just going on our fourth date. Diane and I were still in the small talk and flirting stage of getting to know each other, and I didn’t think she was ready to hear about my rather more outlandish sexual daydreams.
Still, while we were sipping wine and dunking bits of bread into some shared pasta alfredo at her favorite Italian restaurant, I couldn’t help but think about my fantasies, and what a tremendously sexy and desirable Giantess that Diane would make. There was just something about her that was simply larger than life in everything that she did. Diane was tall and blond, a hearty curvaceous woman of German descent, proud of her uppity Chicago roots. She wore heels everywhere, enjoying showing off her confident air and statuesque beauty.
Her brilliant blue eyes drank me in that night. Maybe it was the way her long fingers occasionally brushed my hand at the dinner table, maybe it was the way she seemed to keep flashing a smile and showing off her ample curves from beneath her low-cut dress, but I knew that tonight was the night for magic. I couldn’t wait to get her back to her apartment, to light a candle that I knew she kept next to the bed in her room, to feel our bodies press close together, and kiss her glistening lips?
Having a Shrinking Fetish, I Like to Be Tiny
It happened almost exactly like that, too. Shoes flying off at the door, wrapped up in each other on the way to her bedroom, tugging at my shirt, loosening buttons, we collapsed into each other onto her bed. As she rolled and lay for a moment on her stomach, I started to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. Then, to my surprise, my secret, my embarrassing shrinking fantasy just kind of spilled out.
I didn’t blurt it out. I didn’t just open my mouth and let out the rather eccentric thoughts inside my brain. Instead, it happened gradually and naturally. With my fingers fashioned like tiny legs, I began to walk them from button to button on her dress, kicking playfully at each one to undo it and set it free. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she asked whimsically. “I’m an adventurer,” I began.
“Just inches tall and exploring a wondrous landscape.” I said it without hardly thinking. “One giant button at a time. Undoing each one with all my might to see what treasures lie beneath.” To emphasize my point, I used one of my finger-legs to dance gently on some newly exposed skin. “Oh I like that,” she said. “Where else are you planning to explore, my little adventurer?”
My heart pounded. I walked my fingers down over the cloth of her loosening dress to where the curve of her hearty ass met the small of her back. “I like this gentle slope here,” I said, running a finger upwards over her rear, feeling the muscle quiver and tense slightly. “I may have to remember this place and come back for more later.” She turned her head sideways and lay down on her intertwined fingers, forming a small pillow out of them with her eyes closed. “Tell me tiny man, is that all that you saw and liked?”
She Likes It!
“Oh no,” I said with mock alarm, halting my fingers. I did an about face with them and began marching slowly. “There was something over yonder, where was it?” I began deliberately walking my fingers up her back, towards her neck. My fingers stumbled for a moment over the clasp of her white lacy bra. I brushed away a few strands of blond as if discovering it for the first time.
“That’s right…this strange laced path leads me there…” Her ruby lips curled into a knowing smile. “What’s that in the middle?” My fingers stopped on her bra clasp. “You know, you’re right. It seems a bit unnatural. It shouldn’t be here.” I circled it with one of my leg-fingers, pretending to tug at it mightily. Cheating with my other hand, with just a pinch and slide, it was unhooked. “Better,” Diane purred.
I smoothed away the top of her unbuttoned dress, sliding it down over her arms a bit, exposing most of the skin of her shapely back. I drew a lazy circle on the expanse of her skin with a finger. “All this new land to explore…except, of course, when you get to the edge of the world.” I walked my fingers to the horizon of her skin and leaned them over as if peering down the side of a cliff.
“Careful you don’t fall,” she said playfully. Ignoring her plea for my safety, I traced a finger down her, over the round swell of her ample breast. I could feel her tremble excitedly at my touch. “Oh my,” I whispered. “Look what I’ve found here…” I lingered there for a moment, feeling the heat of her body, teasing with my finger, kissing her back as I did so. Diane’s breath quickened at my touch. Her chest raised up and down for a moment, then she shifted slightly onto her side, circling my two fingers with her free hand. She pulled them to her lips, running the tip of her moist tongue slowly over end of my fingers.
Be Careful What You Wish For When You Have a Shrinking Fetish
“I’m going to grant you your wildest wish,” she whispered. There was a moment of black as I closed my eyes. It seemed to take me forever again to open them. For awhile I felt I was falling, down and down, and still further down.
When I opened my eyes, my entire body was encircled in gigantic, red-tipped fingers. I could feel their heat over every inch of me. They squeezed firmly, forcing the air from my new, tiny body. The tip of her tongue, instead of touching my fingers, now tickled the heels of my feet, sucking them into her cavernous mouth playfully. I tried to twist free, but my new miniature form was held firm by Her gigantic grasp.
“TELL ME, NOW, FROM THE BEGINNING,” Her voice echoed, in the vast chamber of Her bedroom, louder than before but still filled with the hunger of desire. Her breath was a warm, moist wind against my face, brushing my hair aside. “WHAT IS IT THAT YOU LIKE ABOUT BEING SO SO TINY…AND WHAT CAN YOU DO TO PLEASE A GODDESS LIKE ME?”
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