4 Feet and Petite

The difference was unmistakable. You stood close to six feet tall, Carrie had once been over six feet, and she stood only as high as your chest.

You realized that you had been staring in amazement at your tiny lover. Carrie had noticed, she started showing off her body proudly. As she twirled and giggled girlishly, she also bounced on her toes. Her breasts, butt, and thighs were all perfectly proportional to her original size, but she had always been on the slender-side. At her new size, she looked down-right petite, but she was still obviously a mature woman, just on a smaller scale.

"So, are you going to measure me or not?" She said teasingly.

You shake yourself out of your trance as she hands you the measuring tape. You do as before, placing the end of the measure under her toes, and comparing the tape to her full height. "Four feet, nothing!" You exclaim. "Holy shit, Carrie. You are . . . Tiny!"

"Well, you did give me a lot to work with!" As she spoke, you reached down and scooped her up into your arms. A Brief look of surprise and delight crossed her face and she giggled enthusiastically. She felt like she barely weighed anything!

She squeezed your muscular arms and compared her hand to yours. Her fingers was so small now.

Holding her like this made you feel strong, a master and protector of a precious and helpless little plaything, that looked to you for her safety and comfort.

"So . . ." she said after a moment of basking in your strength. ". . . Shall we discuss acquiring my fellow dolls for your collection?"