Warning: Cheating Equals Shrinking

I learned something the hard way- cheating equals shrinking! It’s weird being almost normal size again. Of course she had to make me bigger so I could type out my admission. Hopping from key to key would take forever and her patience would have worn out before I was a sentence or two in. Especially since she always accuses me of being overly expressive in my writing. The word pretentious has even been tossed about a few times. I’m not either of those things, of course.

I just like to make sure I’m explaining myself clearly. And in this case, she wants that too. After all this is step one on the road to regaining her trust and maybe getting my old life back. Not that I deserve it, in her opinion, but one day she’ll see things my way. That’s why I’m going to tempt fate and her anger and use this not only as a confession but as my defense.

It was not my fault. I want to make sure that you understand that it was not my fault at all. I did make a few not so intelligent decisions, I admit, but really don’t we all? I know she has sometimes done things that I would have been upset about if I hadn’t chosen to look the other way. A girl needs to have her fun.

That’s what she told me and I accepted it. She did tell me that if I didn’t want to accept it, she would leave, but I didn’t want her to do that. She’s gorgeous and seriously any guy with a hot babe on his arm is lucky. But I’m still a man…Or I was, before the shrinking  And we have wandering eyes and hands and cocks. That is why we need women to keep us under control, I understand that now, but at the time, it seemed like a great idea.

So I Made Some Bad Decisions

What did I do? I cheated on her. Stupid, yes. But guys do stupid things. One night I was out with some friends and we were drinking, a lot. After a few beers and a few hours, I started flirting with this girl. I mean, she started flirting with me. I was powerless against her and that short skirt. She had on the tightest top and no bra and her nipples were huge like her breasts, they felt gigantic in my hands and there was nothing I could do but go back to her place with her.

Completely drunk and against my will, of course. Had I done this on purpose I certainly wouldn’t have been foolish enough to pass out and then get up and come home very very late, smelling of perfume and sex and sweat. It was obvious, so obvious I was sure, after a brief explanation and the cursory apology for something I didn’t really mean to do, that she would no longer be upset and life would be back to normal. I even assured her that the woman meant nothing to me and was nowhere near as hot and sexy as she is.

It worked! She smiled, told me to shower and went back to bed, but not before saying that what I really deserved was to be shrunken down small enough to keep in her purse. She laughed and said something about being able to keep a closer eye on me if she knew where I was at all times.

I laughed a little too, just a little because she seemed almost serious, and agreed with her completely. I remember saying that I’d love to be with her all the time and in her purse would be almost as good as riding around in her bra. As she walked away she said something like, I’m glad you agree.

I Didn’t Know She Was Serious about Shrinking Me

When I woke up the next morning, I had a horrible hang over and felt like I was being suffocated by cotton. There was a loud pounding in my ears and her voice seemed louder than usual. That was when I opened my eyes, closed them quickly shaking my head and opened them again carefully, surveying the lacy cotton and warm soft skin I was nestled against.

I didn’t believe it at first. You wouldn’t either. But you can only resist reality for so long until you have to admit that things have changed. It wasn’t until later that she acknowledged me there in her bra, giggling and taking me out to stand on the dresser, while she explained that since we had agreed this is what I deserved, she’d went ahead with making it happen . She shrunk me to the size of about a tube of lipstick. Since I can’t shout loud enough for her to hear me that way, she let me be big enough to type and explain and apologize.

So, I’m sorry that she made me like this and I can’t help but be sorry I’m not at least the size of a dildo, but it’s not all bad. I don’t have to go to work anymore and dangling from her nipples gets my tiny cock hard. Maybe I should have cheated more often and sooner, if I’d have known shrinking would be the punishment.

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