Tiny (1’-0”)

There’s a thought that really crosses your mind — the kind that involves getting Gabby to wrap her whole body around your… you know. But now that you have the devices to actually make that happen, your heart almost stops, a sort of nervous sweat beads around your forehead. You should probably ask about doing this before you pull the trigger.

“Hey, Gabby…” the shaking in your voice doesn’t come from fear, but rather a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

She tilts her head: “What’s up? Oh come on, don’t tell me you’ve got cold feet on changing me up real nice! You already gave me this sexy hair, what’s the worst you could do?”

You shift, uneasy in your own stance, and shake your head. “No,” you clench your fist to try and ground yourself, “I just… wanted to ask permission to do something.”

“But I just told you, anything is open for me. Unless you know, it would fuck me up, I-“ Gabby falls silent as she studies your expression more, then recomposes herself. “I know you’re trying to be sensitive to what you do, I- I think that’s sweet of you. So, what would you ask of me?”

The lump in your throat is a hard one to swallow, you’re not sure why. Is it because you’re so aroused at the thought of a miniature Gabby stroking your cock with her whole figure? Or the fact that she might say no?

“I want to…” a big sigh escapes your mouth, “I want to shrink you down and… and have you stroke me off.”

The silence feels so empty even though it fills the room — cuts like a knife that you can’t make a sound out of, deafens your ears to anything and anyone that isn’t Gabby, who sits on the couch with her mouth agape, shocked at what she just heard. Then, finally, after what seems like an eternity, her whisper shatters that illusion: “You… want to shrink me down?”

You nod.

“How small..?”

“Pretty small. You’d only be a foot large.”

“A foot??” Her voice raises by a minute amount.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean, I just thought I’d ask before I did anyth-“

“Your app can do that? Holy shit dude, that’s awesome!”

“… What?” You recover from your recoil, unfurling from an attack, a berating that never came.

You return to look at Gabby, who’s more excited than anything else: “No way… okay, I gotta see this — make me a mini-me, you mad scientist!”