Shrunken Because I Was Caught Stealing

This is the story of how I was shrunken because I was caught stealing. I heard the high heels before I saw her, clicking down the hallway above my head. She was back and it was early. I hadn’t expected her to return so quickly and being caught in the basement laboratory was going to make it pretty obvious that I wasn’t the traveling insurance salesman I had pretended to be earlier in the day.

She didn’t seem suspicious then, I’d knocked on the door, introduced myself, tried to get her to let me in and listen to my spiel long enough to look around a bit, ask to use the restroom and get a lay of the land so to speak. It had went off without a hitch and given me an excuse for being parked in the neighborhood. I, was of course, just waiting for her to leave so I could get in here and get the information on the experiments she’s been working on.

My company wants whatever she has developed. They have heard about it and think it might be something big, really really big, in many fields. We all know that the corporation who releases the design first, gets all the credit for it and she’s just so much farther ahead than our scientists, it only made sense to call me in.

I’m a corporate spy. Not the kind you see in the movies who works for the government, I do similar things, though usually far less dangerous, but all I’m after is whatever notes or formula our company needs to pull ahead of the competition. Is it stealing? Sure! But it happens all the time, so I have no moral issues with it. Her company would do the same to us if they could and the temptation this time was just too great.

Taking the Job

When they came to me with the information, I took the job mostly because it seemed so odd this scientist was working out of the basement of their own home. That’s not secure at all, not compared to what can be done in corporate lab buildings now. But I really threw myself into this one when I looked through the file and came upon a picture of this particular woman. She wasn’t what I expected.

The normal scientist chooses to do research because they have no reason to go out in public. Yeah, that makes me sound like an asshole for judging, but I’m being honest. These people are normally pretty average and lets face it, geeky looking. But not this one. She is smoking’ hot. Long dark hair, almost black, full lips and a great body. This woman clearly should have been a model, but used her brain instead.

And here I was, about to slip into her home. I admit, it’s possible that my plan which involved sitting and talking with her about fake insurance could have been partly because I wanted to meet her and even had fantasies of this woman taking one look at me and wanting to fuck me on the kitchen table.

That didn’t happen, but she did smile and talk to me for quite awhile, touched my hand and even lightly brushed her fingers through my hair, saying she was smoothing it down from the wind outside, but I know flirting when I see it. We’d even agreed that I would come back again tomorrow and maybe we’d talk some more. Of course I probably wouldn’t have, because the job would be over by then, but maybe…

Shrunken Man: Finding Out What I Came For

All this and the fact that I didn’t even know what these notes in my hand were for, raced through my mind when I heard her foot steps. The door at the top of the stairs opened and I looked around frantically, realizing far too late that there was nowhere to hide. The room was open and bright and she was at least half way down the stairs by then. I steeled myself for her discovering me and of course, she did.

I’d like to say that things went kinda like a porn movie playing out, with her realizing my dick was more important than anything, getting naked and then me seeking out with the information. But it didn’t. Instead she laughed at me, amused I had found her old notes about hair gel and asking if I really thought she was so stupid as to fall for the insurance salesman act. I had thought that, but didn’t say.

Instead I tried to stall, but that wasn’t necessary, she was in no hurry. Instead, she pulled a vial from her pocket and asked if I wasn’t interested in just what she had discovered. I was, of course, but didn’t expect her to toss it to me. As I caught it, the vial broke in my hand and I began to shrink.

Yes, shrink. To the size of, and this was her analogy not mine, a dildo! A shrunken man dildo! Smiling she picked me up and told me not to worry, it would only last about 24 hours. Then she did something I hadn’t expected, she undressed me and started to play with me. Saying she was going to see if a shrunken man works as good as her dildo. This was over a week ago and I’m still trying to convince myself that I don’t need to go back there tonight and see her again. The company has the old notes, but not the real formula and she told me to come back and play again, shrunken man, any time.

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