Firewall's Quickies (Updated 9/04)

[Firewall]

Hey Bigs and Littles, I had a good idea for the stories I feel aren't long enough to be their own thread so I'll post them here.

Going to leave the first one here while I disappear and play more S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2.


Cosplay Clash!


The comic convention was in full swing, with thousands of fans packing the exhibition hall to meet their favorite celebrities, attend panels, and show off their elaborate costumes. The air was electric with excitement, filled with the sound of laughter and chatter as people of all ages gathered to celebrate their love of comics, science fiction, and fantasy.

Alicia Wyatt, known to her fans as AliciaTheCosplayer, got her “game face” on. Today is a big day, Alicia thought to herself. A day that would be legendary.

Alicia was a stunning young woman with long, curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had a slender yet athletic frame, standing at around 5'5", and was often dressed in elaborate costumes that showcased her creativity and attention to detail. At the comic convention, she was dressed as Alice from Wonderland, wearing a blue dress with a white apron and a big bow in her hair.

She had spent weeks perfecting her Alice in Wonderland costume, making sure every detail was just right. From the blue dress to the white apron, and even the big bow in her hair, Alicia felt like she was truly becoming her favorite character since her childhood.
As she finished getting ready, her camera man boyfriend, Greg, came into the room with a big smile on his face. "You look amazing, Alicia," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I know we're going to get some great shots today."

Greg, on his part, was tall and lanky, with short brown hair and a warm smile. He stood at 5'11" and was always behind the lens, capturing Alicia's cosplays from every angle. Greg did his part and took out his camera and started snapping photos of Alicia in different poses. She laughed and joked with him as they worked together to get the perfect shots. As they finished up, Greg put down his camera and pulled out a small vial from his pocket.

"Hey, I got you something special for today," he said with a mischievous grin. "It's just a little something to make our photoshoot more interesting." He handed Alicia a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "Drink me," he said with a grin, referring to the famous phrase from Wonderland.

Alicia raised an eyebrow but couldn't resist the mischievous glint in Greg's eye. “Okay, Mad Hatter, I’ll drink your little concoction” She uncorked the vial and downed the liquid in one swift motion. At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then, Alicia started to feel a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down and gasped as she realized she was actually shrinking.

Her costume seemed to be shrinking along with her, fitting perfectly to her dwindling frame. Her blue dress now reached down to her ankles, and her apron strings were still tied neatly around her waist. Her blonde hair was still curly and bouncing, but it was now much shorter than before.

Slowly shrinking away into tiny-ness, Alicia exclaimed “Curiouser, curiouser!" Her voice grew faint but still expressed wonder at this extraordinary experience that left everyone around stunned.

As Alicia struggled to comprehend what was happening to her, a loud voice boomed through the crowd. "Off with her head!" Victoria McPherson, aka VictoriaTheRebel, appeared in a Queen of Hearts cosplay that left everyone in awe - including Alicia who knew Victoria personally although never spoken before.

The Queen of Hearts costume consisted of black hearts on red fabric trimmed gold accents, complete along gold accent high-heeled shoes. Victoria stood tall at 5'7" with long black hair styled perfectly for this character.

Victoria's eyes scanned this section until finally spotting tiny Alice amongst attendees. She gave chase after tiny Alice while shouting 'you will pay for your insolence'. Everyone watched in amazement and shock while trying not to get trampled upon by an angry Victoria who dodged between chairs tables other people attempting to reach a fleeing little cosplayer.

Alicia ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, but Victoria was relentless in her pursuit. The Queen of Hearts cosplay seemed to come alive as Victoria's long legs strode across the floor, her high heels clicking out a deadly rhythm.

The crowd watched in amazement as the tiny Alicia darted between chair legs and under tables, using every trick in the book to evade capture. But no matter how fast she ran, Victoria seemed always to be one step behind.

Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Alicia spotted a narrow gap between two pillars and made a break for it. She squeezed through the gap just in time, avoiding Victoria's outstretched hand by mere inches.

But as she emerged on the other side of the pillars, Alicia found herself face to face with a solid wall of convention booths. There was no way out - or so it seemed.

In a burst of adrenaline-fueled courage, Alicia stood up straight and faced Victoria, who was now mere inches away from catching her. And then, in a shocking turn of events, Alicia began to grow.

At first, it was just a slight increase in height - an inch or two. But then she started to shoot up faster and faster. The Alice cosplayer rapidly reached a radical height of 15 feet towering above the entire con floor leaving everyone staring mouths agape including the pursuing Victoria.

As Alicia stood tall at 15 feet, she looked down at Victoria with a confident smile on her face. "You should not be so quick to judge and condemn others," Alicia said, her voice booming through the convention hall. "As the Queen of Hearts, you should be a symbol of wisdom and justice, not tyranny and fear."

Victoria listened to Alicia's words, a sly smile spreading across her face. But Alicia didn't notice the smile, too caught up in her own righteousness. She continued to lecture Victoria, unaware of the subtle changes happening to her body.

"As a queen, you have a responsibility to your people," Alicia said, her voice growing slightly softer as she spoke. "You should strive to be fair and just, not cruel and heartless." But even as she spoke, Alicia's words were becoming less clear, her voice losing some of its boom.

Victoria's smile grew wider as she watched Alicia, but she said nothing. She simply stood there, listening to Alicia's lecture with an amused expression on her face. What she also didn't notice was that she was slowly shrinking back down to her tiny size. Her height decreased from 15 feet to 10 feet, then to 5 feet, and finally shrinking down to just 6 inches.

It wasn't until she looked down and saw that her costume had shrunk back down to fit her tiny frame that Alicia realized what was happening. She gasped in shock and looked up at Victoria, who was now towering over her once again. The Queen of Hearts' smile had grown even wider, and she seemed to be enjoying Alicia's misfortune.

Alicia's confidence quickly turned to fear as she realized she was small again. “Oh no!” She exclaimed as she turned and ran away as fast as she could, weaving in and out of the crowds of people who were still staring at her in wonder. Victoria watched her go, still smiling to herself as she thought about how much fun she was having chasing after the tiny cosplayer.

As Alicia shrank back to 6 inches tall, she felt a surge of fear and panic. She had been so confident and powerful just moments before, standing tall at 15 feet and looking down at Victoria. But now, she was tiny and vulnerable once again.

Victoria's face lit up with a triumphant smile as she spotted the tiny running Alicia. "Ah ha!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with excitement. "You can't escape me that easily, little Alice!"

Alicia knew she had to move fast if she wanted to avoid being caught. She took off running, her tiny legs pumping furiously as she darted across the floor. She weaved in and out of chair legs and under tables, using her small size to her advantage.

But Victoria was hot on her heels, her long legs striding across the floor as she chased after Alicia. The Queen of Hearts was determined to catch her tiny prey, and Alicia could hear her laughter echoing through the convention hall as she gained on her.

Alicia dodged and weaved between the feet of the crowd, using every trick in the book to evade capture. She hid behind a stack of comic books for a moment, holding her breath as Victoria stormed past. But then she was off again, running for all she was worth.

The crowd was cheering and shouting now, caught up in the excitement of the chase. Some people were trying to get out of the way, while others were cheering Victoria on. Alicia's heart was racing with fear as she ran for her life.

Just when it seemed like Alicia had managed to shake Victoria off her tail, the Queen of Hearts would appear again, her face twisted in a scowl. Alicia would dodge and weave once more, using every ounce of speed and agility to stay ahead of her pursuer.

But despite her best efforts, Alicia could feel herself getting tired. Her tiny legs were burning with fatigue, and she knew it wouldn't be long before Victoria caught up with her. She spotted a narrow gap between two chairs and made a break for it - but just as she emerged on the other side, Victoria's hand was closing around her ankle.

Alicia rolled out of the way just in time, avoiding Victoria's grasping hand with a hair's breadth. She landed on her side, her tiny body bouncing off the floor as she scrambled to get back to her feet.

Victoria laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Alicia's spine. "Oh, little Alice," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're so quick. But you can't evade me forever."

Alicia took off running again, dashing across the floor with a burst of speed. But Victoria was in no hurry to catch her. Instead, she seemed to be enjoying the chase, toyng with Alicia like a cat with a mouse.

As Alicia ran, Victoria would occasionally reach out and swat at her, trying to bat her towards a nearby obstacle or into a corner. Alicia would dodge and weave, using all her agility to avoid being caught.

But despite her best efforts, Alicia could feel herself getting more and more tired. Her tiny legs were burning with fatigue, and she knew it wouldn't be long before Victoria finally caught up with her. The crowd was cheering and shouting now, urging Victoria on as she chased after Alicia. Some people were even placing bets on how long it would take for Victoria to catch her tiny prey.

Alicia spotted a narrow gap between two tables and made a break for it. She squeezed through the gap just in time, avoiding Victoria's outstretched hand by mere inches. But as she emerged on the other side of the tables, Alicia found herself facing a dead end. There was no way out - just a solid wall of chairs and tables that hemmed her in on all sides.

Victoria smiled as she saw Alicia's predicament. "Ah ha," she said, her voice triumphant. "You can't escape me now, little Alice." And with that, she reached out and Alicia finally played her card: She ran in between Victoria’s legs which threw the giantess’ demeanor off.

Alicia continued to run as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, but she knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. The Queen of Hearts was slowly chasing her, and Alicia could hear Victoria's high heels clicking on the floor as she gained on her. Alicia darted between chairs and tables, but eventually, she found herself cornered with no clear escape route.

Just as she was about to make a desperate dash for another hiding spot, Victoria's hand closed around her, lifting her off the ground. Alicia squirmed and struggled in the Queen's grasp, but it was no use - she was trapped.

Victoria taunted her, saying "Ah, little Alice, you should have stayed out of my kingdom." Alicia shot back with a defiant "I'll never bow to a tyrant like you!" Victoria threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh at Alicia's spirit.

Just then, Greg yelled "Cut!" and the two ladies immediately dropped out of character. Victoria loosened her grip on Alicia, who was still only 6 inches tall, and smiled at her. "Wow, your acting was great," Victoria said. "I loved how feisty you were even when you were tiny."

Alicia grinned up at Victoria, still catching her breath from their chase scene. "Thanks, you were good too!" she said. "I had a lot of fun playing Alice." She looked up at Greg, who was walking towards them with a camera in hand. "How did that look?" she asked him.

Greg smiled and nodded. "It looked great," he said. "We got some fantastic footage. Let's review it and see if we need to do any more takes"
Victoria looked down at Alicia, who was still tiny in her hand, and asked "So, how long until she's back to normal?" Greg checked his watch and replied, "It should be about an hour before the effects of the potion wear off and she grows back to her normal size."

The two ladies shared a look, and Victoria's eyes sparkled with an idea. "You know, this could be a great opportunity for some fun photos," she said. "Why don't we walk around the con floor and let the fans take some pictures of us together? It's not every day you get to see the Queen of Hearts holding tiny Alice in her hand."

Alicia's eyes widened in surprise, but then she grinned. "That sounds like a blast," she said. Victoria smiled and carefully placed Alicia on her shoulder, where she sat perched like a tiny queen.

Greg nodded enthusiastically. "I'll come along and take some photos too," he said. "This will be great publicity for both of your social media channels." Victoria smiled and stood up, adjusting Alicia on her shoulder. "Shall we go make some memories?" she asked.

With that, the unlikely duo set off into the crowd, drawing attention and excitement from the fans as they went. Victoria walked tall, with Alicia perched on her shoulder, waving to the crowd like a tiny royalty. The fans cheered and snapped photos as they passed by, enjoying the unique sight of the Queen of Hearts holding tiny Alice captive.

A couple of days later, the three of them sat in Greg's living room, surrounded by the familiar comforts of street clothes and casual decor. They were reviewing the video that had taken YouTube by storm, now with over 2 million views and still climbing. The comments section was filled with praise for their creative cosplay and acting skills.

To celebrate their success, Greg had ordered a few pizzas, and they spent the evening munching on slices and chatting about their experience at the con. Greg got up to grab them some drinks from the kitchen, leaving Alicia and Victoria to continue their conversation.

"I'm so glad we decided to do that cosplay," Alicia said, smiling at Victoria. "It was so much fun."

"Definitely," Victoria agreed. "And it's great that we can use our platforms to promote each other's work. We should do it again sometime."

Greg walked back into the room with two glasses of soda and a smirk on his face. "I'm glad you guys are enjoying yourselves," he said, handing them each a glass. "You deserve it after all your hard work." Alicia and Victoria thanked him and took a sip of their drinks, chatting and laughing together as they did so.

As they chatted, Victoria suddenly let out a gasp and looked down at herself in alarm. "What's happening?" she exclaimed, as she started to shrink. Alicia's eyes widened in surprise as she watched her friend dwindling down to a tiny size. Victoria glared at Alicia accusingly. "You did this to me!" she said, her voice rising in indignation. Alicia held up her hands in protest. "I didn't do anything!" she said. "I swear!"

Just then, Alicia felt a strange sensation wash over her, and she started to shrink too. She looked down at herself in horror as she realized what was happening. Greg chuckled as he took in the sight of the two tiny ladies standing on his rug.

Alicia and Victoria looked up at him accusingly, but it didn't take them long to put two and two together. They exchanged a knowing glance, and then turned back to Greg with identical expressions of realization: he must have spiked their drinks with Drink Me.

Greg had a big smug look on his face as the two shrunken cosplayers looked at him. “Yes ladies, it was I who shrunk you two.” “What better way to celebrate than to have two shrinkees to play with for 90 minutes?”

Victoria's eyes narrowed at Greg, a determined glint in her eye. "Don't think you've got the upper hand here, Greg," she said. "We'll grow to 15 feet tall, just like Alicia did at the con, and then we'll turn the tables on you."

But Greg just chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think so, Victoria," he said. "You see, Alicia grew because there was a bit of 'Eat me spice' in her drink at the con. But I only spiked your drinks with the 'Drink me' potion. There won’t be any spontaneous growth tonight before the 90 minutes are up."

Victoria's face fell as she realized her mistake. Alicia looked at her sympathetically, but then both of their faces turned up towards Greg as he reached down and scooped them up in his hands.

"Don't worry, ladies," Greg said with a grin. "I have another way we can celebrate together." He walked towards his bedroom, the two tiny ladies held securely in his hands.

As they were carried away, Alicia and Victoria exchanged a look and then smiled at each other. Despite their initial shock and indignation, they seemed to be enjoying themselves now. They chatted and giggled as Greg walked, clearly excited about what was to come.

Greg smiled to himself as he walked into his bedroom with the two tiny ladies in his hands. He had a feeling that this was going to be a very interesting night indeed.

[TheBigG]

Nice

[Firewall]

Ever seen the Tom and Jerry episode "Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Mouse"? What if we had a SW story that was inspired by that?

Flipping the Script

Ethan had always been the smaller one in their relationship—both in height and in the way Laura playfully bossed him around. She wasn’t mean, but she definitely enjoyed having the upper hand, whether it was holding things just out of his reach, pinning him during their more intimate moments, or simply teasing him about his size.

But tonight… tonight, that was going to change. Why? He was going to flip the script.

He had been working on something in secret—a potion, inspired by the classic Jekyll and Hyde tale. Only instead of making him monstrous, this little concoction was designed to give him the advantage for once. He was ready to see the look on Laura’s face when she realized the tables had turned.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan downed the mixture in one gulp.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, heat spread through his body. His muscles tensed, his bones ached—and then the real transformation began.
Laura, lounging on the couch in her usual confident sprawl, raised an eyebrow as Ethan let out a low groan. “What, babe? You finally growing a spine?” she teased, smirking.

Then she witnessed it in her cone of vision. Ethan’s body stretched upward, his limbs thickening with raw power. His clothes strained, then tore, leaving him half-dressed and towering over her. He grinned, rolling his shoulders as he took in his new 10-foot-tall frame.

Laura blinked up at him. “What the—”

“Oh, I think it’s my turn to be in charge,” Ethan said, his voice a deep, resonant growl. He took a slow step toward her, the floor thudding beneath his weight.

For the first time ever, she had to look up at him.

And for once, Laura wasn’t sure if she was the cat… or the mouse.

Just as Laura sat frozen on the couch, Ethan took his time stretching, flexing his new, larger muscles. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the power coursing through him. He was huge. Strong. Dominant.

And judging by Laura’s smirk faltering ever so slightly, she knew it.

“Well, well,” Ethan rumbled, stepping forward, the floor thudding under his weight. “Not so quick with the teasing now, are you?”

Laura crossed her arms, tilting her head as she looked up at him—way up at him. “Okay, big guy, I’ll admit… this is new.” Her voice was steady, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something almost appreciative. Ethan smirked, towering over her, and before she could react, he reached down, his massive hands wrapping around her waist. With zero effort, he lifted her right off the couch, hoisting her up until she was eye level with him. Laura let out a startled gasp, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for balance.

“Damn,” she breathed, looking down at him—or rather, looking at him, since even at this height, she wasn’t far above him anymore. “You’ve got some serious strength now.”

Ethan chuckled, shifting his grip, effortlessly tossing her over his shoulder. Laura’s fists lightly thumped against his broad back as she let out a sharp laugh. “Alright, alright, Mr. Hyde, you’ve had your fun—”

Smack!

Laura’s breath hitched as Ethan’s massive hand landed firmly on her backside. Not painful, but commanding. It was intending to be a message.

“Oh, babe,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with amusement, “I haven’t even started having fun.”

He felt her shiver just slightly against him, her breathing a little unsteady. Good. So she could be thrown off balance. After all the times she’d pinned him down, teased him, dominated him, this was a change of pace he was going to savor.

Carrying her with ease, Ethan sat himself down on the couch, adjusting her so that she was draped across his lap—her Amazonian frame feeling almost small now. He ran a hand down her back, fingers tracing lazy patterns against her skin.

“Gotta say, babe,” he mused, his other hand idly resting on her hip, “I always thought you looked good on top.” He gave her another playful smack, just to watch the way her body twitched in response. “But this? This might be my new favorite look on you.”

Laura exhaled slowly, tilting her head up just enough to shoot him a defiant look. “You think you’re in control now?”

Ethan chuckled, his fingers brushing under her chin as he gently tilted her head up. “Oh, Laura,” he murmured, eyes dark with amusement. “I KNOW I am.” And judging by the way her breath hitched—just slightly—she knew it too.


Ethan grinned, keeping one hand firm on Laura’s waist while the other slid leisurely down her back, tracing slow circles over her skin. He could feel the tension in her body—the slight stiffness in her posture, the way her muscles tensed in anticipation. She wasn’t used to this.

And that was exactly why he was going to enjoy it.

With zero effort, he flipped her around in his lap, forcing her to straddle him. Laura let out a startled gasp, her hands instinctively landing on his broad shoulders for balance. Her sharp green eyes locked onto his, but for the first time, she wasn’t the one calling the shots.

“You always liked being on top,” Ethan murmured, running his fingers up her arms, savoring how much smaller she felt against him now. “But let’s get one thing straight…” His hands tightened around her hips, holding her still.

Laura swallowed, a flicker of something unreadable flashing across her face. “And what’s that, big guy?” she challenged, though her voice wasn’t quite as sharp as usual. Ethan leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers. His voice was low, steady, and dominant. “That YOU belong to ME now.”

He felt the way her breath hitched, the way her nails instinctively dug into his skin—not in defiance, but in something dangerously close to surrender.
Before she could respond, he shifted forward, lifting her off the couch as he stood to his full towering height. Laura’s arms automatically wrapped around his neck, her strong, Amazonian frame clinging to him.

“Goddamn,” she muttered under her breath, as if realizing just how easily he could manhandle her now.

Ethan chuckled, the sound deep and smug. “What’s wrong, babe? Not used to being picked up?”

Laura scoffed, trying to mask her reaction with defiance. “You know damn well I’ve never needed anyone to pick me up.”

“Oh, I know,” Ethan murmured, walking toward the bedroom with her still clutched firmly against him. “And that’s what makes this even better.”

As they reached the doorway, he gave her another firm smack on the ass, just to remind her who was in charge now.

Laura’s breath hitched again, her fingers tightening around the back of his neck. “Alright, alright, big guy,” she muttered, her voice half amused, half something else. “You’ve made your point.”

Ethan grinned, pressing her back against the doorframe, effectively pinning her in place.

“Oh, babe,” he rumbled, dragging his fingers down her spine. “We’re just getting started.”

Ethan pressed in closer, his towering frame completely dwarfing Laura now, and for once, she was the one who had to crane her neck to look up at him. He could see it in her eyes—that mix of defiance and something else she didn’t want to admit: Excitement.
He ran his hands down her sides, tracing slow, teasing patterns along her hips before gripping them firmly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Laura had always been the one to take control, to call the shots, to decide when and how things would play out.

But not tonight though…. tonight, she was his.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice smooth and steady, “for all that teasing, all that dominance you like to throw around… you sure don’t seem too eager to fight me off right now.”

Laura scoffed, trying to summon that usual cocky smirk. “Maybe I just like humoring you.”

Ethan chuckled, his fingers tightening around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly, forcing her legs around his torso. “Humoring me?” He pinned her against the doorframe again, his body pressing flush against hers. “Babe, I don’t think you’ve realized… you’re not the one running this show anymore.”

She exhaled slowly, her breath warm against his lips. Her fingers clenched against his shoulders, her heartbeat quickening.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered.

Ethan smirked. “Oh, way too much.”

He spun them around and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto it with ease. Laura let out a startled gasp as she bounced against the mattress, her long legs sprawled beneath her. Before she could even think about moving, Ethan was already above her, one knee pressing into the bed, his hands braced on either side of her.

For the first time, she looked small and she felt it.

Ethan tilted his head, letting the silence stretch between them, watching as Laura’s chest rose and fell a little faster than usual.

“Not so quick with a comeback now, huh?” he teased.

Laura licked her lips, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was debating whether to push back—or give in.

Ethan leaned down, his lips ghosting over her ear. His voice was low, rough, dangerous.

“Admit it,” he murmured. “You love this.”

Laura let out a breathy chuckle, though there was something shaky behind it. “You wish, big guy.”

Ethan grinned. “Oh, I know.”

And as his fingers trailed slowly, teasingly, down her body—he proved just how well he could turn the tables on her.

Ethan could see in her eyes—the struggle, the tension, the last bits of defiance flickering as she tried to hold onto control. But she was slipping. Oh, she was so close to giving in and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Still hovering over her, he let his fingers glide down her sides, barely grazing her skin. He took his time, drawing it out, watching how her muscles twitched under his touch, how her breath hitched just a little. She was waiting—expecting him to move faster, to take what he wanted.

But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

“I thought you’d be fighting back more,” Ethan murmured, his voice smooth, teasing. “Where’s all that confidence now, babe?”

Laura scoffed, but it was weaker than before. “Still here.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He suddenly grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. She let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively arching under his, her legs shifting beneath him as if testing how much freedom she had left.

The answer? Not much.

He leaned in, so close that his lips barely ghosted over hers, his breath warm against her skin. “Tell me,” He murmured, his free hand trailing down her thigh, squeezing just enough to make her shiver. “Do you really want me to stop?”

Laura’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled into fists. She wanted to answer with something cocky, something sharp—something that would put her back on top. But she couldn’t even think of a single comeback.

Ethan smirked as realization flickered across her face. “That’s what I thought.”

His grip loosened just enough, giving her the illusion of choice. She could push him away. She could flip things back in her favor.
But instead?

She tilted her chin up, her green eyes locking onto his, her lips parting slightly as her breathing steadied.
Submission.

Ethan grinned, dragging his fingers down her thigh, squeezing again—this time harder, more possessive.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the way her body melted under him told him everything he needed to know.

Ethan could feel the shift the moment it happened. The last bits of Laura’s resistance melted away, replaced by something far more satisfying: acceptance. Her body relaxed beneath him, her sharp, teasing smirk finally gone. She wasn’t fighting anymore.

She had given in and damn, did that feel good.

Ethan took a deep breath, savoring the moment. His once-dominant, Amazonian girlfriend—who had always towered over him, always taken control—was now beneath him, looking up at him, wanting him to take the lead. He dragged his fingers slowly up her arms, tracing the length of her frame, taking his time, drinking it in.

“You feel that, babe?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “This is what it’s like when I’m the one in charge.”

Laura let out a breathy chuckle, her hands finally moving—not to push him away, but to grip his shoulders, holding him closer. “Yeah,” she muttered. “I feel it.”

Ethan smirked, ready to show her just how far he could push this—how much he could make her love this new dynamic.

And then—he felt it.

A strange, creeping sensation ran through his body. A tingling in his limbs, an odd lightness in his muscles. For a second, he thought it was just an aftershock of the potion, but then—

His grip on Laura’s wrists loosened, His broad shoulders narrowed and the weight pressing her into the mattress diminished.

Laura’s eyes flickered with realization as she watched it happen. Watched as his towering, dominant frame slowly shrunk back down, inch by inch.

“No,” Ethan muttered, his voice losing that deep, commanding edge. “No, no, not now—”

His clothes, which had barely survived the initial transformation, now sagged slightly as his once massive frame shrank back to its normal state.

10 feet…8 feet…6 feet…5’5.

By the time the process was over, Ethan was exactly where he started—back to being the smaller one in their dynamic. And Laura? Oh, she was grinning. Still lying beneath him, she stretched her arms up, her fingers lazily running through his hair as she smirked. “Aww,” she cooed. “Looks like the potion had a time limit after all.”

Ethan’s heart was still pounding, his adrenaline still running hot, but the instant he realized what had happened, his dominance cracked. His eyes darted to Laura’s face, to that infuriating smirk of hers, and he knew.

He had her for a moment. Just a moment.

And now?

The tables were turning back.

Laura sat up slightly, her body eclipsing his once again. She stretched, letting her arms rest over his shoulders as she chuckled. “You almost had me there,” she purred, tilting her head. “That was cute.”

Ethan scowled. “I DID have you.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “Did you, though?” She flipped them in an instant, her strong arms easily pushing him onto his back. Now it was her pinning him down.

Ethan sucked in a breath as she leaned over him, their size difference fully restored.

She grinned. “Looks like it’s back to business as usual, huh, shortstack?”

Ethan groaned, dropping his head back against the bed. “I hate you.”

Laura just laughed, tapping his nose playfully. “No, you don’t.”

And dammit, she was right.

Ethan in his huff just remembered one thing: He had one more vial on the nightstand to use to turn things around again.

Ethan barely had time to react before Laura moved. She saw it—the way his eyes flickered toward the nightstand, where the extra vial of his potion sat. He had been ready, already plotting his next move, already planning to flip the script again but Laura was much quicker to move.

Before he could even sit up, she lunged, her longer legs giving her the advantage. She slid off the bed, snatched the vial in one smooth motion, and popped the cork with a wicked grin.

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Laura—”

She didn’t hesitate and consumed it.

The moment the liquid touched her tongue; a shiver ran down her spine. The same heat, the same rush of energy Ethan had felt minutes ago, now surged through her.

And Ethan? He just watched in horror and awe flickering in his eyes as he realized exactly what he had just set in motion.

“Oh, babe,” Laura purred, rolling her shoulders as the change began. “You had your fun.” She took a slow step forward, her smirk widening. “Now it’s my turn.”

Ethan scrambled back on the bed as Laura grew.

6’3…6’7…7 feet…8 feet.

She towered over him now, her muscles subtly defined, her Amazonian frame stretching bigger, stronger. Her already dominant presence multiplied, radiating sheer power.

By the time the transformation settled, she was massive.

Ethan swallowed hard, his brain struggling to process what he had just witnessed. He had just barely gotten a taste of what it was like to be in charge—to be bigger—and now? Laura was in complete control.

She flexed her fingers, rolling her neck with a slow, predatory smirk. “You looked so good throwing your weight around,” she mused, stepping toward him. The bed creaked under her added weight as she loomed over him, her shadow completely engulfing his smaller frame.

Ethan’s throat went dry. “Laura—”

“Shh.” She placed a single finger under his chin, tilting his head up forcefully to meet her gaze. “I think it’s time you remember where you really belong, shortstack.”

He exhaled sharply as she flipped him onto his back with zero effort, pinning him effortlessly beneath her massive frame.

Ethan groaned. “Oh, I really hate you.”

Laura leaned close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered: “No, you don’t.”

And just like that, the tables had turned again.

In a twist of fate, Laura’s smug grin lasted all of five seconds before she suddenly shivered, her entire body tensing as a strange cold sensation rushed through her veins.

Ethan, still pinned beneath her, raised an eyebrow. “Uh… babe?”

She opened her mouth to respond—then gasped.

The sensation wasn’t just a chill. It was pulling at her, tugging her downward. The confident smirk on her face wavered as she looked down at her hands—her shrinking hands.

“What the—”

She felt it immediately. Her frame, once towering and powerful, began contracting. The strength, the sheer dominance she had just claimed, was slipping away rapidly.

8 feet…7 feet….6 feet.

Ethan, now watching from below, saw the exact moment panic flickered in Laura’s eyes as she passed her normal height.

“Ohhh, this is interesting,” he muttered, his lips twitching into a slow, wicked grin.

But it didn’t stop.

5’5…5’0…4’6.

“Oh, shit—” Laura gasped, scrambling off Ethan as her perspective shrunk. The world grew around her, the bed felt bigger, and Ethan—who had been her little “shortstack” just minutes ago—was now looking down at her.

And then, finally, it stopped. Laura stood frozen at three feet tall.

Ethan blinked. Then blinked again.

And then—

He burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” he wheezed, sitting up and towering over her now. “Babe. Babe. This is amazing.”

Laura’s jaw clenched. “Ethan—”

But he was already reaching for her, easily grabbing her waist and lifting her up like she weighed nothing. “Look at you!” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he held her at eye level. “You’re like a fun-sized version of yourself!”

Laura growled, kicking at him. “Put me down!”

Ethan chuckled, effortlessly flipping her onto her back on the bed. He hovered over her now, his once small frame now massive in comparison.

“Huh,” he mused, tracing a single teasing finger down her tiny arm. “Looks like the universe didn’t like you stealing my potion, babe.”

Laura glared, her cheeks burning. “You are loving this, aren’t you?”

Ethan grinned. “Oh, you have no idea.”

And for the first time in their relationship—after years of her calling the shots, Laura was officially the little one.

Ethan couldn’t resist. Still hovering over his now miniature girlfriend, he smirked, letting his hand drift down to her backside. With a playful chuckle, he gave her a light slap—nothing serious, just a teasing little reminder of how the tables had turned.

But the moment his hand made contact—Laura shrieked.

Not from the slap, but from the sensation that followed. A sudden rush of cold flooded through her body again, her limbs tingling, her skin prickling
as—

“Oh, no way,” Ethan breathed, watching in utter fascination as Laura started shrinking again.

3 feet….2 feet….Oh, this is getting good.

Laura gasped, scrambling backward on the bed, but her smaller limbs made it almost comically ineffective. “Ethan, what the hell is happening?!”

He just grinned, his eyes locked onto her rapidly diminishing frame. “I dunno, babe,” he mused, leaning in closer, watching as she kept shrinking. “Maybe that potion didn’t like being stolen after all.”

1’6…1’2…and then, finally, it stopped.

Laura sat frozen, now barely a foot tall, her tiny chest rising and falling as she tried to process what had just happened.

Ethan just stared. Then—very, very slowly—his grin stretched wide.

“Well, well, well,” he purred, reaching down and easily scooping her up with just one hand. He held her up, turning her slightly, marveling at just how small she had become.

Laura, now looking utterly ridiculous in her oversized tank top and shorts, scowled. “Ethan.”

“Oh, babe,” Ethan murmured, his thumb tracing teasingly over her tiny waist. “This is so much better than being tall.”

Laura crossed her arms, her little face scrunching in frustration. “Fix this.”

Ethan tapped his chin, pretending to think. “Mmm… nah.” He plopped her onto his palm and leaned back against the headboard, utterly enjoying this. “I think I kind of like you like this.”

Laura glared, but the effect was completely ruined by the fact that she was now pint-sized in his hand. “Don’t get used to this,” she warned, her voice much higher than before.

Ethan smirked, giving her tiny backside another gentle tap with his finger. “Oh, babe,” he chuckled, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I’m just getting started.”

Ethan couldn’t help himself. Watching his once-dominant, towering girlfriend reduced to a tiny, pouty thing in the palm of his hand was just too damn good.

Laura stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her face scrunched up in absolute defiance. “You are going to fix this, right now, Ethan—”

Flick!

With a quick, playful motion, Ethan flicked her right on the tiny curve of her backside.

“Ah—!” Laura yelped, stumbling forward in his palm, her tiny hands shooting to her rear in shock. “Ethan, you little—”

But then—it happened again.

That same chill. That same creeping pull at her body. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the now horribly familiar sensation of shrinking.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me—”

1 foot....6 inches......3 inches.

By the time it stopped, she was minuscule.

Ethan stared, completely awestruck, as Laura now stood no taller than his damn thumb. Her tiny chest rose and fell as she took in her new, ridiculous size, her long dark hair tumbling over her now comically oversized clothes.

“Oh,” Ethan breathed, lifting his hand closer to his face, letting her tiny form rest in his palm as her oversized clothes fall onto the bed. “Oh, this is unreal.” Laura stood there, stunned, before slowly tilting her head up to glare at him—only now, from this size, that glare had zero effect.

Ethan’s grin stretched ear to ear. “Babe,” he murmured, his voice filled with sheer delight. “You are adorable.”

Laura bristled, her tiny fists clenching. “Ethan. Fix. This. NOW.”

Ethan chuckled, his massive thumb reaching out to nudge her ever so gently—just enough to make her stumble slightly in his palm.

“Yeah, I dunno,” he mused, tilting his head. “Kinda liking you at fun sized.”

Laura huffed, stomping her tiny foot against his palm. “I swear, if you don’t—ah!”

Ethan had simply curled his fingers around her, trapping her in a loose but firm grip. Not enough to hurt—just enough to remind her that he was so much bigger now.

“Y’know,” Ethan murmured, lifting her closer to eye level, his warm breath washing over her tiny frame, “for someone so small, you’re awfully bossy.”

Laura wiggled in his grip, her little arms shoving at his fingers. “I hate you.”

Ethan smirked, pressing his lips to the top of her tiny head in an exaggerated, smug kiss. “No, you don’t.”

The former shortstack knew this was just too good to stop now. Laura, now reduced to a ridiculously tiny three inches, was still trying to act like she was in charge—still stomping her little foot, crossing her arms, and demanding that he fix this.
So, naturally, he did the only reasonable thing.

He flicked her again.

“Ah!” Laura let out a tiny, indignant squeak as his finger lightly nudged her backside.

And just like before, that familiar chill ran through her body.

Her tiny frame contracted again, her limbs pulling in as the world around her grew even larger.

3 inches....2 inches.....1 and a half inches.

Ethan gaped at her, eyes wide with pure delight. “Oh. My. God.”

Laura stood frozen in his palm, now absurdly small—barely the size of his thumb. Her long dark hair spilled down her back, her oversized tank top now more like a billowing robe, drowning her little frame. For a moment, neither of them had spoke.

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Ethan grinned and broke the silence.

“Babe.” His voice rumbled around her, deep and massive. “You are so tiny.”

Laura, furious, shoved at his finger, but at this size, it was like a kitten trying to push over a boulder. “Ethan, I swear to God—”

He just laughed, the sound booming compared to her now minuscule voice. “Ohhh, this is amazing.”

He lifted her closer, marveling at how insanely small she had become.

“You used to tower over me,” he murmured, turning his hand slightly, watching her stumble just to keep her balance. “Now? I could lose you in my pocket.”

Laura let out a frustrated huff, her little hands clenching into fists. “If you don’t fix this right now—”

Ethan gently pinched her between his fingers, lifting her up so she dangled helplessly in the air.

Laura squeaked, kicking her tiny legs. “ETHAN!”

Ethan smirked. “Aww,” he teased, watching her squirm. “Look at my tiny, angry girlfriend.”

Laura growled, but it was about as intimidating as an angry hamster. Ethan chuckled, placing her carefully back in his palm. He tapped her little head with his massive finger, sending her stumbling slightly. “You really should’ve let me drink that potion, babe.”

Laura crossed her arms, her tiny cheeks burning. “I hate you.”

Ethan pressed another exaggerated kiss to her tiny head. “Again…. you don’t.”

Letting out a final chuckle, Ethan watched Laura huff and cross her tiny arms, her little face scrunched in frustration. She looked ridiculous—a woman who once towered over him, now barely the size of his thumb, pouting in the center of his palm.

But as funny as it was, he figured it was time to ease up.

He took a deep breath, shifting his posture, letting the amusement fade slightly. “Alright, alright,” he said, his voice still holding a trace of amusement, but softer now. “Before you actually murder me in my sleep, I should probably tell you… this should wear off in time.”

Laura perked up slightly at that, her glare softening. “How much time?”

Ethan shrugged, carefully adjusting her in his palm so she could sit more comfortably. “I mean, the first round wore off in, what? An hour? Maybe two?” He tilted his head. “I’m guessing you’ll start growing back soon. Just… probably in stages.”

Laura groaned, rubbing her tiny face with both hands. “Fantastic.”

Ethan smirked, stroking a single finger down her back—half teasing, half reassuring. “Hey, could be worse. You could’ve stayed this size forever.”

Laura shot him a look so sharp that it could have cut steel. “Ethan.”

He held up his free hand in surrender. “I said ‘could’ve.’ You won’t.”

She sighed, letting herself slump slightly against his palm. “Well, until this wears off, I swear—if you flick me one more time—”

Ethan grinned, lifting his finger. “Oh, like this?”

“ETHAN, DON’T—”

But he just laughed, shaking his head. “Relax, relax. I’ll behave.”

Ethan smirked. He knew he was already in deep with Laura, but at this point? He figured, why not push it just a little further? So, with an exaggerated grin, he lifted his finger and—

Flick!

Laura let out a tiny squeak, stumbling forward in his palm. She immediately grabbed onto his thumb for balance, her little face red with fury.

“ETHAN—”

Then she froze.

A second passed. Then another. Nothing.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

Laura blinked, patting her own tiny arms, then glancing down at her legs, as if making sure they were still there. Slowly, her scowl twisted into a smug little smirk.

“Ohhh,” she drawled, crossing her arms, “looks like that doesn’t work anymore.”

Ethan exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “Damn. I really thought I had a new superpower.”

Laura, still standing in his palm, stomped her tiny foot. “You absolute ape—you were trying to shrink me even smaller?!”

Ethan shrugged, looking far too relaxed for someone so deep in trouble. “I mean… you’re already tiny. What’s a little tinier?”

Laura’s eye twitched. “Ugh…I hate you.”

Ethan grinned, bringing her closer and pressing a slow, exaggerated kiss to her tiny, fuming face. “You keep saying that but I definitely know you don’t”

Laura groaned, but despite herself, she didn’t push him away. “I swear, the second I’m back to normal, you’re dead.”

Ethan chuckled, reclining back against the pillows, casually resting his tiny girlfriend on his chest. “Mmm. Looking forward to it, shortstack.”

Ethan lay back, casually resting his miniature girlfriend on his chest as she continued to fume. But as she muttered tiny threats about what she was going to do to him once she grew back, something occurred to him.

He raised an eyebrow, his fingers absentmindedly tracing lazy circles around Laura’s tiny form. “Y’know,” he mused, his voice vibrating through his chest beneath her, “I got to ask—why the hell are you even threatening me?”

Laura blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Because YOU flicked me and made it worse, obviously—”

Ethan scoffed. “Oh, no no no. YOU stole my potion. YOU drank it. YOU turned yourself into a tiny little pocket-sized brat.” His grin widened. “This is literally your fault.”

Laura’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. She hated that he had a point.

Ethan laughed. “Oh my god, you realized it, didn’t you?”

Laura huffed, crossing her arms and turning away. “Shut. Up.”

Ethan grinned. “Nahhh, I think we should talk about this a little more, babe.” He lifted her up to eye level, watching her squirm as she tried to avoid his very smug stare. “Go on. Say it. Say ‘Ethan, I’m sorry for being an impulsive little thief.’”

Laura shot him a look so murderous it could’ve curdled milk.

Ethan chuckled, giving her a light squeeze between his fingers. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Laura groaned, rubbing her face. “I hate this. I hate this so much.”

Ethan smirked, leaning in until his lips were just inches from her tiny form. “Hate it all you want, babe,” he murmured. “But this is on you.”
And as much as she wanted to argue… she knew he was right.

Ethan smirked, watching Laura stew in her very tiny frustration. He could tell she was still trying to find a way to spin this in her favor, but let’s face it—she had nothing.

She drank the potion. She shrank herself. And now, she was barely the size of his damn thumb.

But… maybe he could sweeten the situation for her.

He leaned back against the pillows, lifting Laura up so she sat on his chest, her little arms still crossed in defiance. With a lazy grin, he said,

“Y’know, babe… if you really think about it, there is one little perk to this situation.”

Laura shot him a glare. “Oh, really? Do tell, giant dumbass.”

Ethan chuckled, tilting his head. “Mmm… well, I mean… if I’m huge to you now… that means a certain part of me is a lot bigger compared to you.”
Laura blinked and her ears perked up. Her entire posture shifted as the realization clicked in her head.

Ethan saw it. And ohhh, did that make his smirk even wider.

“Oh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “Now you’re listening?”

Laura immediately schooled her expression, clearing her throat and turning her nose up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ethan laughed, his chest rumbling beneath her. “Oh, bullshit, babe.” He lifted her higher, holding her between his fingers as he grinned. “You got real quiet all of a sudden.”

Laura huffed, shifting in his grip. “I just—hypothetically speaking, of course—might be considering if this situation has… certain advantages.”

Ethan chuckled, bringing her closer until his lips barely brushed against her. His voice dropped into something lower, teasing. “Mmm. You sure you’re hypothetically speaking, babe?”

Laura swallowed, her tiny legs shifting slightly in his grip. “M-Maybe.”

Ethan grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

He then lowered her to his chest as he used his hands to unbuckle his pants and pull down his boxers. There, Laura saw it.
Her boyfriend’s rock-hard member, several times taller than she was. It was then she got up and walked towards the flesh monolith and was determined to make it quake.


Later, Laura lay sprawled across Ethan’s chest, her tiny body rising and falling with each of his breaths. Her tiny, goop-covered body.
Her tiny, goop-covered, and utterly conflicted body.

Ethan, still very smug, lazily dragged a finger down her back, tracing over her miniature frame. “Sooo,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement, “still hating being tiny, babe?”

Laura groaned, rubbing her face. “Shut up.”

Ethan chuckled. “I will take that as a no.”

She hated this. She hated being this small. She hated how massive the world was, how helpless she felt, how easily Ethan could just pick her up and do whatever he wanted.…except… that last part? That part had been really fun and that was the problem.

She should be plotting how to get back to normal, should be furious, should be making Ethan’s life a living hell for teasing her so much.

But instead? Instead, she was just lying here, utterly wrecked, still trying to catch her breath, still tingling from everything they’d just done.
God, she hated this……mostly.

Ethan smirked, nudging her with his finger again. “You definitely liked it.”

Laura gritted her teeth. “I swear, if you say one more word—”

Ethan lifted her up by the waist with one hand, tilting his head as he grinned. “One more word?” he teased. “Or one more round?”
Laura’s face burned red. “I hate you.”

Ethan laughed, pressing a lazy, teasing kiss against her tiny stomach.

“Really? After making me cum? I highly doubt that.”

The moment Ethan’s lips brushed over her tiny stomach; Laura gasped. A strange warmth spread through her body, and before she could even process it—She stretched. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was noticeable.

Her limbs lengthened slightly, her frame filled out just a bit more—until, instead of being a minuscule inch and a half, she was now a whole two inches tall.

Ethan felt the change immediately. His eyes widened slightly as he watched her grow just a fraction larger in his palm. “Huh.” He lifted her closer, inspecting her with amusement. “Well, that’s new.”

Laura blinked, looking down at herself. She felt… a little less ridiculously tiny. Not by much, but enough to make her sit up straighter. “Did I just… grow?”

Ethan smirked. “Looks like it.” His fingers traced over her slightly bigger frame, his thumb brushing against her thigh. “What, babe? I kiss you and you level up?”

Laura huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, shut up.”

Ethan grinned. “Sooo… if we do that a few more times, do you think you’ll get back to normal?”

Laura paused. Her eyes were flickering with conflict.

Ethan saw it. And oh, did that make his grin even wider.

Laura groaned, rubbing her face. “I hate that you’re the one figuring this out.”

Ethan chuckled, pressing her tiny form closer to his lips. “Better get used to it, shortstack.”

The giant smirked, watching Laura squirm in his palm, her tiny arms still crossed in defiance despite being only two inches tall. He could see the gears turning in her head—should she let him keep going? Would it help her grow back?

He wasn’t about to let her sit there and overthink it.

Without warning, he brought her tiny body closer and pressed another slow, teasing kiss against her stomach. He lingered this time, his lips warm against her skin, waiting for that same magical stretch to take effect but nothing happened.

Ethan pulled back, frowning slightly. “Huh.” He looked her over, turning her gently in his fingers, but she was still exactly two inches tall.

Laura blinked, then narrowed her eyes. “Did you just—”

Ethan kissed her again…still nothing.

Laura’s smug grin returned. “Ohhh,” she drawled, leaning back against his fingers, delighted. “Guess that little trick only worked once.”

Ethan scowled. “Oh, come on.”

Laura laughed, tilting her head dramatically. “Aww, were you hoping I’d magically grow back with just a few kisses?”

Ethan grumbled. “It worked before.”

Laura smirked; way too pleased with herself. “Well, maybe I just liked that one better.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, dropping back against the pillows. “Fantastic. Now I gotta figure out how to get you back to full size while dealing with a pocket-sized brat.

Laura stretched her tiny limbs, looking way too comfortable in his palm. “Sounds like a YOU problem, babe.” Ethan sighed, already regretting everything.

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Laura let out a deep sigh, her tiny form still resting in Ethan’s palm. She had spent the last ten minutes fighting every urge to admit the truth—but at this point? It was obvious. She crossed her arms, tapping a tiny finger against her bicep. “Alright, fine.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Fine, what?”

Laura huffed, rolling her eyes. “Being small is… interesting.”

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Ohhh?” He lifted her closer, tilting his head. “Babe, are you actually admitting you like this?”

Laura immediately scowled. “I said it was interesting. Don’t twist my words, you oversized ape.”

Ethan chuckled, his fingers gently stroking down her back, making her shiver slightly. “Sooo, if you had to stay this way forever…” He dragged out the words teasingly. “Would that really be so bad?”

Laura glared. “Yes.”

Ethan smirked. “That was fast.”

Laura let out another sigh, rubbing her temples. “Look, I’ll admit—it’s kinda cool. The whole ‘seeing the world from a different perspective’ thing, the whole ‘being able to fit in the palm of your stupidly big hand’ thing…” She shook her head. “But I wouldn’t want to be stuck like this.”

Ethan nodded, watching her carefully. He might have been enjoying this way too much, but even though he had to admit—if Laura was stuck like this permanently, it would be a problem.

“Well,” he said, shifting so she rested comfortably against his chest, “the potion wore off for me eventually. It should do the same for you.”

Laura sighed, leaning back slightly. “Yeah. I just hope I don’t wake up tomorrow the size of a damn action figure.”

Ethan smirked, his fingers lazily stroking over her tiny legs. “Y’know, I wouldn’t be opposed to keeping you small for just a little longer…”

Laura deadpanned. “Ethan!”

He chuckled. “Kidding.”

He then carried Laura carefully in his hands as he stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the light. The massive contrast between their sizes was still hilarious to him—Laura, his once-dominant Amazonian girlfriend, now barely the size of a travel shampoo bottle, scowling in his palm as he turned on the sink faucet.

“Alright, tiny terror,” he teased, letting the warm water fill the basin. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Laura huffed, arms crossed, but she didn’t argue. Not much else she could do in her current state. As the water settled, Ethan grabbed a clean washcloth and set it over the surface like a tiny bathmat, making sure it wasn’t too deep before setting her down gently.

The tiny amazon sighed as she settled into the warm water, stretching her limbs. “…Okay, I will admit this feels nice.”

Ethan smirked, resting his elbows on the counter, watching her. “Told ya I’d take care of you.”

Laura scooped some water over her arms, shaking her head. “Still can’t believe you made a damn potion just to turn the tables on me.”

Ethan chuckled. “Honestly? It wasn’t even about revenge or anything.” He ran a finger along the edge of the sink, watching the ripples in the water. “I just wanted to flip the script a little. Y’know—see what it felt like to be the one in control for once.”

Laura looked up at him, her expression softening just a little. “And?”

Ethan smirked. “It was awesome.”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

His smirk faded slightly as he exhaled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her tiny face. “But honestly? Whether you’re six feet tall or two inches, you’re still you.” He tapped a finger gently against her tiny nose, making her scrunch it up. “And I love you either way.”

Laura blinked, staring up at him.

Ethan rarely just said stuff like that out of nowhere. Usually, it was teasing, a little flirting, or some cocky comment—but this? This was just… real.
She swallowed, shifting slightly in the water. “…Yeah. I love you too, dumbass.”

Ethan grinned, ruffling her damp hair with his giant finger. “Damn right, you do.”

Laura sighed dramatically, leaning back against the edge of the sink. “Ugh, just hurry up and get me back to normal.”

Ethan chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. But until then…” His smirk returned as he tapped the water playfully. “I think I really like having a pocket-sized girlfriend.”

Laura groaned. “I hate you.”

Ethan kissed the top of her tiny head.

“No….No you don’t.”

As Laura soaked in the warm water, letting the stress of the night wash away, she suddenly felt that familiar tingling sensation creep over her body again.
She tensed and then—she felt that familiar stretch.

It wasn’t a dramatic change, but she felt it immediately. The water level dipped slightly around her, and the washcloth beneath her shifted.

Ethan, who had been casually watching, raised an eyebrow. “Whoa. Did you just—”

Laura sat up quickly, staring at her hands. “Did I just grow again?”

Ethan smirked, leaning in closer, inspecting her with amusement. “Looks like it.” He grinned, resting his chin in his hand. “Damn. Three whole inches. You’re practically a giant now.”

Laura shot him a look. “Oh, shut up.”

Ethan chuckled, tapping a finger against the edge of the sink. “I dunno, babe… if you keep leveling up like this every time you relax, maybe you should just enjoy the bath a little longer.”

Laura exhaled, sinking back into the water, both relieved and frustrated. “I swear, if I wake up tomorrow and I’m still fun-sized, I’m making you take a dose of your own medicine.”

Ethan grinned, way too entertained by that idea. “I mean, babe, if you wanna keep me in your pocket, just say so.”

Laura flicked some water at him. “Shut up.”

Ethan laughed, shaking the droplets off his face. “Fine, fine. But hey…” His voice softened slightly as he brushed a gentle finger along her slightly larger form.

“At least we know you’re getting back to normal.”

Laura sighed, closing her eyes as she let herself relax again. “Yeah… I guess.”

Ethan smirked. “Now hurry up and grow back already. I miss my Amazon.”

Laura let out a slow breath, letting the warmth of the bath soothe her as she leaned against the washcloth. For the first time since this whole insane night started, she actually smiled.

It was true: Ethan missed his amazon.

She knew he was teasing, but deep down, she could tell he meant it. He liked her strong, confident, and tall. But… he also really liked her small.
And, if she was being honest with herself? She… didn’t hate it.

She stretched out her slightly larger limbs, running her hands over her arms. The perspective shift, the way he held her so easily, the way his giant fingers could completely wrap around her—it was… interesting. Fun, even.

Not that I’d ever tell him that outright, she thought, smirking to herself.

She looked up at Ethan, who was still watching her with that cocky, amused expression, waiting for her to make some snarky comeback.
Instead, she just shook her head and muttered, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Ethan grinned, ruffling her damp hair with his finger. “Damn right, I am.”

Laura sighed, tilting her head in thought. “…Honestly, I wouldn’t mind doing this again. Maybe.”

Ethan blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then his grin widened. “Ohhh?” He leaned closer. “You—Ms. ‘I Hate Being Tiny’ wouldn’t mind shrinking again?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She pointed a tiny finger at him. “But only if I get to be in control of it next time.”

Ethan chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Then, with a wicked smirk, he lifted his hand.

“Just as long as I can still—”

Flick!

Laura let out a sharp yelp, grabbing her backside. “ETHAN!” She froze, her eyes wide as she braced for another shrinking spell.

But… nothing happened.

Ethan smirked. “Oh, thank god. I was worried I lost my favorite button.”

Laura glared, splashing water at him. “You are so lucky that didn’t work.”

Ethan chuckled, lifting her out of the water with one hand and wrapping her up in a soft towel. “Yeah, yeah,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her damp hair.

“But I gotta say, babe—giant or tiny? You’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

Laura, despite everything, smiled.
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Ethan had just wandered into the kitchen, stretching his arms as he reached for a glass of water, when he felt something warm press against his back.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and a familiar voice hummed against his shoulder.

“Gotcha.”

Ethan smirked, glancing down at the hands gripping him. Bigger. Definitely bigger than they were a few hours ago. He turned his head slightly, confirming his suspicions—Laura, now standing behind him, was only a head shorter than him.

“Well, well,” Ethan murmured, setting his glass down. “Look who’s almost back to normal.”

Laura rested her chin against his shoulder, grinning. “Mmm. Not quite there yet but getting close.”

Ethan turned fully, letting her arms loosen as he inspected her. “So, what, by morning you’ll be full Amazon mode again?”

Laura stretched, standing tall before playfully ruffling his hair. “Seems like it.”

Ethan exhaled, shaking his head with an exaggerated dramatic sigh. “Damn. And here I was hoping I’d get to carry you around a little longer.”

Laura chuckled, stepping closer—close enough that her shorter frame pressed into his. “Oh?” She tilted her head, her green eyes glinting. “So, you liked having a pocket-sized girlfriend?”

Ethan smirked, resting his hands on her hips. “Babe, I loved it.”

Laura grinned, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles against his back. “Yeah…” she murmured. “I think I did too.”

Ethan blinked, taken aback. “Wait—what?”

Laura shrugged, standing on her tiptoes as she smirked. “I mean… maybe not forever.” She ran her hands up his arms, her voice dropping into something low and teasing. “But as a… sometimes thing? Could be fun.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You serious?”

Laura leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against his lips before whispering,

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.” As Ethan watched Laura head back to bed, he had to reflect on the past few hours. Turns out he really did flip the script.

Just not in the way he was imagining.

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Great premise

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Great premise

Thanks for liking my stories so far, G!


So I started watching The Rookie the other night and my mind wandered what a miniature cop would look like so this short story is what came out of that.

P.S. I hadn't forgotten about Shrink to fit. Just still figuring out the final act before posting the rest.

The short arm of the law

The wind whispered low across the pavement as the armored van sat parked at the edge of a cordoned-off block. SWAT officers crouched behind their shields, tension heavy in the air. Among them stood Officer Lila Penn, standing a whopping six inches tall, perched on the van’s dashboard beside a radio. Clad in a modified french version of an meter maid uniform, complete with a utility belt no wider than a shoelace, she adjusted her tiny cap and flicked the mic on with a tap of her boot.

“What’s the status inside?” she asked, her voice high but firm, broadcast through the van’s speaker.

“Two perps. Four hostages. Hostiles are armed and anxious,” replied the team leader, his gruff voice carrying through the comms. “We can’t get a clean shot without risking the civilians.”

Lila nodded. “Then let me go in.”

Without waiting for protest, she leapt from the dashboard to a waiting drone the size of a dinner plate, which zipped silently toward the boarded-up storefront. The building, an old pawn shop turned disaster zone, loomed ahead. The drone hovered beside a cracked window before she jumped, tumbled through a vent grate, and landed behind a counter littered with dropped merchandise.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged. One perp—broad-shouldered, with a cracked aviator visor—paced near the front, barking threats at invisible enemies. The other sat with a shotgun, picking at his nails and chuckling to himself, completely unaware of the six-inch shadow slipping across the floor behind a toppled shelf.

Lila emerged, brushing dust off her skirt, and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said with a smile. “I’m Officer Penn with Bay Valley PD. I’d really appreciate it if you surrendered and released the hostages.”

For a moment, there was silence between the two men who looked at each other in disbelief. Then laughter erupted like a burst balloon.

“What the fuck is this?” the one with the shotgun wheezed. “They send a toy now?”

The other one reached down and plucked her up between two fingers like a doll. “You here for emotional support, sweetheart? Maybe go fetch us a juice box.”

Lila remained poised, hands on hips, entirely unfazed. “I did ask nicely.”

She raised one arm, and from the slender cuff on her sleeve, two faint pops sounded—more like snaps of bubblegum than gunfire. Both perps flinched but burst out laughing again.

“That was it? That’s your backup plan?” the one holding her snorted. “You just tapped us with a—”

His body seized violently, muscles locking. Electricity arced from the tiny darts embedded in his jacket, curling across his chest like living threads. The second one dropped his shotgun just before collapsing beside him, convulsing as his own shock charge ignited.

Lila landed on her feet as the man’s fingers spasmed and released her. She brushed herself off again, stepped over one twitching boot, and walked toward the wide-eyed hostages.

“You’re safe now,” she said, pressing a button on her belt. “Tell dispatch we’re clear.”

Outside, the van’s comms crackled to life. “Suspects neutralized. Hostages unharmed,” Lila’s voice rang out. “And for the record? You owe the meter maids an apology.”
=======

The small wooden door nestled between the baseboards clicked open, revealing a narrow hallway just wide enough for a six-inch woman to stride through comfortably. Officer Lila Penn walked through the frame, shaking off the day’s grit as she stepped into the cozy warmth of her dollhouse-sized apartment—built snugly into the wall of their real-sized home.

The aroma of something sweet drifted in from the adjacent kitchen, where a warm yellow light bathed the countertops. Her husband, Robert, appeared in the doorway—tall, lanky, and wearing a lab coat with burn marks and notes scribbled across the sleeves. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Hey, peanut,” he said, kneeling down. “Made it back in one piece, I see.”

Lila smirked and stretched her arms. “Two perps, four hostages, one tiny badge. Routine stuff.”

He reached down with care, letting her step onto his open palm. “You and your version of routine.” He lifted her up and set her gently on the kitchen table, where she kicked off her boots with a sigh of relief.

“Tell me everything,” Robert said, grabbing a mug of tea and settling into a chair, his chin just above her head at table level.

She recounted the standoff in clipped, practiced detail—the way the suspects laughed at her, how one picked her up like a wind-up toy, and the look on their faces when her shock rounds took hold.

Robert laughed, eyes twinkling. “Still haven’t lost a single pep in your step. Even after all this time. Honestly, you’re braver now than you were at full size.”

Lila shrugged, but her smile faltered for a moment. “Well, I’ve had to be. Can’t exactly afford to hesitate at this height.”

He reached over and brushed a finger gently across her back. “You’ve made it into something incredible. And hey, those shock rounds? You can thank me later.”

She gave him a playful glare. “Robert, I thank you every time they don’t turn me into toast.”

Their laughter faded into a quiet moment, and Lila’s gaze drifted toward the window. Rain tapped lightly against the glass. Her thoughts wandered back, unbidden, to that sterile lab months ago—the blinding flash, the cold floor against her shrinking skin, and the moment she realized she could fit inside a teacup.

They had called it an accident. A miscalculation in molecular reduction protocols. The scientists who helped contain the situation had scattered after the project was shut down. And there was no cure. No way back.

Just this life, at one-twelfth scale.

Robert watched her carefully, his hand hovering nearby as if unsure whether to comfort her or give her space.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

Lila nodded after a beat. “Yeah. Just… remembering.”

He smiled, reaching out again—this time to offer his pinky like a handhold. She took it without hesitation.

“You’re still you,” he said. “Tiny or not.”

That brought her smile back, even if it was a little wistful. “And thank god I married a man who could build me a Taser the size of a thimble.”

Robert chuckled. “Hey, when life gives you lemons, miniaturize the voltage.”

Before the accident, Lila Cappelli had never been someone who blended into the background. At six feet tall, she towered over most of her fellow officers—and she carried herself like she knew it. Confident, driven, the type of cop who kicked down doors without waiting for backup, she had a presence that filled a room long before she ever spoke. That presence made her a standout on the force and earned her a reputation for being the kind of woman who could handle anything.

But the accident at Robert’s lab a year ago had thrown a wrench in everything. One moment, she was visiting him for lunch—something normal, domestic, something soft—and the next, she was the size of a soda can, blinking in a pool of her own uniform. The machine had gone haywire, collapsing her molecular structure faster than anyone could react. And now... there was no reversing it. No reversal for years if anything. Just a new reality.

Lila’s thoughts drifted as she stared out the window from the edge of the kitchen table, her legs dangling off the side. She remembered those talks they'd had before—about leaving the force, about starting a family. She remembered laughing at how tall their kids would be. She remembered thinking it was time to finally slow down.

Now, that dream felt like it belonged to someone else. Someone who hadn’t had her world shrunk down to inches. Who hadn’t learned to fight with everything she had just to keep a shred of that old life intact.

Her eyes were a little glassy when Robert’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning in close. “You’re somewhere far away again.”

She blinked and looked up at him. He had that look on his face—the one that tried to hide worry behind a soft smile.

“Sorry,” she said, forcing a lighter tone. “Just... remembering the days when I could reach the top shelf without rock climbing gear.”

Robert chuckled, but his gaze lingered.

“Lila… you know we’re still us, right? This—this situation—it changed some things, yeah. But not everything. Not the important parts.”

She offered a half-smile. “You mean like your terrible taste in cereal and how you always talk in your sleep?”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “And how you're still the toughest cop in the city—even if you need a paperclip to rappel down a couch.”

That got a genuine laugh out of her.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, walking to the edge of the table to rest her hand on his finger. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Still kicking ass, I’d bet,” he replied. “Just maybe from inside a teacup.”

Lila leaned back, hands braced behind her on the smooth wood of the kitchen table, as her thoughts wandered again—this time, not to what she’d lost, but to what she’d gained.

Sure, the world was bigger now. Cupboards were cliffs, stairs were mountains, and don’t even get her started on trying to open a pickle jar. But in the months since the accident, something unexpected had happened: she’d adapted. They had.

She and Robert had marched straight into the precinct and pitched her staying on the force. The chief, to his credit, hadn’t laughed her out of the building. Not after she ran a mock op through the air vents and tased a dummy in the eyeball mid-sentence. They’d made it work—hell, they’d made it better.

Together, she and Robert developed the mini shock pistol—a marvel of micro-engineering that packed a punch despite being barely the size of a key fob. Then came the drone. Sleek, silent, and fast, it carried her like a silver hawk above city streets, giving her the kind of mobility most officers would kill for. When the wind hit her just right and the skyline blurred below, it felt like she was something out of a comic book. Not quite a superhero—no cape, no mask—but something close. Something better.

She smiled to herself, the soft kind of smile that crept in before you could stop it.

Across the table, Robert stood, finishing the last sip of his tea before setting the mug down. He looked at her with that familiar glint in his eye—part mischief, part affection—and extended his hand, palm up, fingers slightly curled.

Lila arched an eyebrow.

“Oh?” she said, grinning. “That time already?”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

She walked over, hands on her hips as she surveyed the offer like it was a challenge. “You sure? You did say I was still the toughest cop in the city.”

Robert gave a slight shrug, fighting a smirk. “Guess I’m feeling brave.”

Lila chuckled and climbed up onto his hand, letting herself sink into the familiar warmth of his touch. As he gently lifted her, she laid back across his fingers, arms crossed behind her head, eyes still twinkling.

Being six inches tall wasn’t what she’d imagined her life would become.

But damn, it wasn’t half bad either.

As Robert carried her gently down the hallway toward their bedroom, cradled in the curve of his palm, Lila found herself drifting back again—this time to the beginning. Not the accident. Not the drone or the shrinking or the gadgets. But him. The day that changed her life the first time.

It had been during her rookie year, back when her badge still felt too shiny and her nerves hadn’t yet hardened. A break-in call had come through—some lab downtown reporting a breach. She’d shown up expecting the usual: panicked staff, stolen equipment, maybe some college kid trying to make rent. What she didn’t expect was a slightly rumpled scientist with a black eye, a torn lab coat, and a clipboard still clutched stubbornly in one hand.

It was there is when she encountered her future husband, Robert Penn.

He’d been shorter than her but by a couple of inches, but enough to be noticeable. That hadn’t stopped him. He’d looked her right in the eye, blood still drying on his cheek, and said, “Well, Officer, if this is the city’s way of sending backup, I’d say things are finally looking up.”

Cheesy. Corny, even. But she’d laughed. And when he asked her out a week later—after finding her number from the incident report—she’d surprised herself by saying yes.

She remembered getting dolled up for that first date, slipping into a dress she hadn’t worn since graduation, nervous and excited. They’d gone dancing—real dancing, not the awkward swaying she’d expected. He had rhythm. Who knew?

That night, under string lights and jazz, something clicked. She’d fallen hard. For his quick wit, the way he blushed when he was proud of himself, how he instinctively moved closer whenever someone looked at her a little too long.

And the glasses. God, those round glasses. He always pushed them up when he got flustered, and every time he did, it made her heart skip in the dumbest way.

A year and a half later, he’d proposed and was nervous as all hell, standing in front of the whole room at his company’s holiday party, holding up a tiny velvet box like it might explode. She didn’t even let him finish the sentence before grabbing him in a kiss.

Nearly a year after that, they were married. It had rained that day, just enough to make her brown curls misbehave, but he’d said she looked like a goddess anyway. Even now, thinking about it made her stomach flutter.

Her present-day self, small and resting in the warmth of his hand, looked up at him—older now, wiser, still somehow surprised that this had become their life.

He glanced down at her with a soft smile, his thumb brushing her side affectionately. “You’re doing that look again,” he teased.

“What look?” she asked, playing innocent.

“The one where you remember every good thing I ever did and fall in love with me all over again.”

Lila snorted. “I think you’re confusing that with the look I make before I flick your nose.”

Robert chuckled as he stepped into their room, the soft lamplight casting a golden hue across the sheets.

“Well,” he said, laying her down gently on a pillow, “I still like both looks.”

Robert slipped under the covers, the mattress shifting with his weight as he settled in, his eyes never leaving her. The lab coat was gone, the day’s stress along with it. He stretched, shirtless now, glasses off, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly, “looks like Officer Penn’s still on duty tonight.”

Lila stood proudly on his chest, hands on her hips, her miniature boots planted firmly over his heartbeat. She tilted her head, grinning down at him with all the confidence in the world. “Mm, depends,” she said. “You breaking any laws, citizen?”

Robert made a show of pretending to think. “Only one I can think of. I’ve been harboring one dangerously gorgeous, pint-sized cop in my home.”

She laughed, low and amused, and started undoing the tiny buckles on her uniform. Slowly. Purposefully.

“Sounds serious,” she murmured, slipping off her belt and tossing it to the side like a ribbon. “Might need to conduct a... thorough search.”

Robert groaned dramatically, his hands hovering just off the bed as if afraid to interrupt the moment. “I’m prepared to comply fully, Officer.”

Her laughter turned into a giggle—sharp and sweet and utterly helpless, the kind of sound only he could pull from her. She loved this part of their life just as much as the rest of it—the playfulness, the intimacy, the way he looked at her like her size only made her more of a marvel.

Truth was, she didn’t have a reason to wish for her old height anymore. Sure, she missed the ease of reaching high shelves and how pants used to fit. But in this smaller, wilder version of life, she was still her. Still strong. Still brave. Still madly in love. And Robert? He never once treated her like anything less than his equal—his partner, his wife, his everything.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her these days, even if those hands had to be extra gentle. He kissed her like she was magic. Held her like he was afraid he’d wake up and it would all be a dream.

And in moments like this: her clothes coming off piece by piece, his heartbeat thudding steady beneath her, their laughter mingling in the low light—it didn’t matter that she was only six inches tall.

She had everything she needed.

And tonight? Officer Penn had every intention of writing up one very long, very personal report.

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Hey all! I figured I bring back short stories/ one-shots again while I work on the second chapter of Sweetgum & Ash. That should be coming in the next week!

Compressed Delivery


The sun burned orange over the crumbling skyline as Cailie zipped her delivery bike through the hushed ruins of District 9. The city had long stopped pretending to care about appearances—its towers bent like rusted bones, its streets cracked like a dried tongue. Survival was the only style now.

Cailie tugged her Beanie lower, the thick black fabric hiding the twitch of the velvety ears underneath. Ears she’d learned to keep secret. Hybridism was tolerated at best in the Outer Zones. At worst, it earned you a bounty on your head.

The satchel over her shoulder was packed with strange, humming components. She didn’t ask questions. Delivery girls who asked questions ended up in barrels. Or auctions.

She coasted to a stop outside the repurposed train depot. Its doors were open just a crack, enough to see the faint shimmer of artificial lighting inside.

“This is it.” she muttered.

No signs, no security. Just a scratchy address and the usual instruction: Drop. Don’t speak.

Cailie went ahead and knocked anyway. There was no answer. Typical.

Shrugging, she slipped inside—and was instantly swallowed by the sterile brightness of a makeshift lab. Workbenches lined with tools, cables, polished glass tubes full of indigo fluid, and one towering, chrome monolith at the far end. It hummed like it was breathing.

“Hello?” she called. “Delivery from Blacktrail Logistics?”

Still no answer. She took a cautious step closer. The device had a sleek barrel mounted on an articulated arm. Some kind of emitter. She didn’t need to be a genius to know she shouldn’t be touching—
Her elbow grazed the console. A sharp chirp erupted from the panel. Lights blinked. Energy surged.

“Oh shit.”

She tried to backpedal, but it was too late. A beam of pale green light exploded from the ray and hit her dead-center. The sensation was like having her insides vacuumed. Her scream never finished.

Then—silence.
==
When she came to, everything was… huge.

Massive tile floors. A canyon of discarded clothes—hers. And a towering figure entering the room: a young man, maybe early twenties, wiry frame, tousled brown hair, lab coat draped open over a tight black tee. His eyes locked onto the bundle of fabric—and the tiny figure scrambling behind it.

Cailie darted for cover behind her own hoodie, barely suppressing a squeak Shitshitshit…

He squinted. “What the hell…?”

She peeked up. “Don’t freak out!”

He recoiled anyway. “Holy fuck—a tiny naked girl!?”

“Yeah, thanks for the play-by-play.” she muttered, hugging the sleeve around her chest. “That thing shrunk me!”

“Wait. You… that’s not possible.” He stepped closer, blinking rapidly. “You’re—four inches? Maybe less?”

She stood, defiant despite trembling legs. “I’m a delivery girl, was a regular-sized delivery girl, until your fancy death laser zapped me.”

“That’s not a death laser.” he said, half-distracted, “It’s a molecular compression emitter—prototype.”

“Well it works.” she snapped. “Now un-work it!”

He crouched to her level, surprisingly careful, eyes full of fascinated awe. “You’re really… wow. You’re even breathing normally.”

“I have lungs. I’m not a bug.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. You’re just… you’re just kinda amazing.”

Her cheeks flushed—probably not from the compliment. More from the part where she was bare-ass naked in front of a complete stranger.

“Could you, like… get me something? A sock? A napkin?”

“Right. Yeah. Sorry. Be right back.”

He vanished and returned a moment later with a microfiber cloth and the smallest lab glove he could find. She wrapped herself with shaky fingers.

He offered his hand—palm open, inviting. “I’m Eli. I built this place.”

She climbed in, wary. “Cailie.”

“Nice to meet you, Cailie. Under… odd circumstances.”

As he lifted her to the counter, she sighed. “You have no idea.”
==
Over the next few hours, Eli ran scans, tested data, and muttered to himself while she lounged on a coaster-sized mat. The cloth slipped once—he definitely noticed—but to his credit, he didn’t leer. Not much.

“You know..” he said while fiddling with the ray’s core module, “your DNA… there’s something different.”

Cailie stiffened. “What do you mean?”

“Not just compressed matter. Your cellular matrix is… flexible. Rebuilding itself. Like it’s adapting to the shrink.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You saw the ears, didn’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

Silence filled the room between them. He added, quickly, “Doesn’t bother me.”

“It bothers everyone.”

He looked up, sincere. “I think they’re cute.”

She smirked. “You just like small girls.”

He chuckled. “Can’t say it’s not new.”

She laughed too, suddenly, breathlessly. The tension cracked. Something warm and reckless flickered between them.

“So..” she said, stretching on the mat, the cloth slipping just enough to tease, “what if you can’t fix this?”

He hesitated. “Then… I guess we get creative.”

Her gaze lingered. “How creative?”

Eli hunched over his bench, trying very hard not to stare. But dammit, she made it hard.

Cailie sat cross-legged on a patch of microfiber, her improvised robe doing little to hide the soft curves of her now four-inch frame. Her thigh peeked out just enough to test his focus. Her tail—a fluffy puff of white—twitched now and then, drawing his eye like a pendulum. She had to know what she was doing.

“You’re staring.” she said without looking up, casually inspecting one of his laser tool tips like a miniature spear.

Eli flinched, hands freezing above a set of wires. “No, I wasn’t.”

“You so were.”

“I was thinking!”

“Uh-huh.” She tilted her head, the tip of one long ear flopping out from under her bundled hair. “Thinking about the science of tiny boobs?”

He turned red instantly. “Jesus, Cailie!”

“What? I’m just saying. You were staring like you’d discovered fire and weren’t sure if you should touch it or not.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, flustered and trying to laugh it off. “Sorry. You’re… it’s hard not to notice. Even at four inches.”

She gave him a mock gasp. “Was that a compliment?”

“A nervous observation.”

“Same thing.”

Eli cleared his throat and spun on his stool. “Okay, well, observation noted. Let’s get you something that doesn’t look like a napkin toga.”

He opened a drawer and began rummaging. “No Barbie dolls, no doll clothes, but I do have… some drone canopy fabric. It’s flexible. Lightweight. Might work.”

He pulled out a square of shiny gray mesh and a spool of nanothread. Then, after a moment of thought, he grabbed a pair of magnification goggles.

“I can stitch something together.” he offered, “if you don’t mind me playing tiny tailor.”

Cailie smirked and reclined slightly, hands behind her head. “As long as your hands don’t ‘accidentally’ slip.”

His hands did, in fact, slip—not on her, but on the thread, fumbling the needle. “That was one time!”

She giggled, amused by his clumsy panic. “Relax, Eli. I trust you. Sort of.”

With intense concentration and the careful patience of a man trying very hard not to fumble again, Eli started crafting. Piece by piece, he formed a makeshift outfit: a halter-top fashioned from the flexible drone mesh, a wrap-style skirt held together with repurposed microclips, and even a belt made from the inner wire of a phone charger.

When he was done, he held it up proudly—tiny, functional, and even stylish in a survivalist kind of way.

“Voila!” he said. “The latest in post-apocalyptic fashion.”

Cailie clapped slowly. “Look at you. A man of science and taste.”

He handed the set to her carefully. “I’ll turn around,” he offered, trying to be polite.

“Oh, now you want to stop staring?”

Eli flushed again. “I’m trying to be respectful!”

“Boring!” she teased.

Still, he turned away, letting her slip into the new outfit. The silence stretched—until her voice broke it.

“Okay. You can look now.”

He turned. She struck a pose—arms spread slightly, one hip cocked, her new outfit fitting snugly against her tiny frame.

“Well?” she asked.

Eli blinked. “You look… kind of incredible.”

She grinned. “Damn right I do.”

Then, softly: “Thanks, Eli.”

He gave a small smile back. “Don’t mention it.”

But deep down, they both felt it: the connection. The quiet storm. Something more than accidental science. And neither of them knew yet—how much smaller the world would feel by the time this was all over.
==
Later that evening, the lab lights dimmed to a warm orange hum, casting long shadows over the equipment. Eli had cleaned up, pulled a heat lamp over her coaster-bed, and was now sipping cold synth-coffee, watching her stretch out like a sunbathing cat.

Or rabbit, technically.

Cailie laid on her back, hands behind her head, bare feet crossed and swaying lazily in the air. Her ears peeked freely now, no longer hidden beneath the hat. One flopped sideways across the mat, the other twitching now and then.

Eli couldn’t stop glancing.

“I still can’t believe you hide those.” he said quietly. “They’re… beautiful.”

Cailie cracked one eye open, smirking. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never been followed home by a guy who wanted to sell your genetics on the black market.”

“…Fair.”

She rolled over, propping herself on her elbows. The smile faded a little. “You ever wonder why someone like me even exists?”

Eli blinked. “What do you mean?”

She looked away, ears lowering a bit. “I wasn’t born like this. Not completely, I mean. I was a sick baby. Lungs, heart, immune system—everything was failing. Doctors told my parents I wouldn’t last a year.”

“…Damn.”

She nodded, quiet.

“But then some underground biotech firm came forward. Said they could rebuild me. Just needed to splice me with something adaptable. Something tough.”

Her fingers absently brushed her tail.

“Rabbits have insane cellular regeneration. High fertility, fast reflexes, and immune systems that don’t quit. So… they stitched rabbit DNA into my genome. Experimental, illegal, and expensive as hell.”

Eli sat in stunned silence.

“So yeah. That’s why I’ve got these.” She tugged lightly on one ear. “Because without them, I’d be dead.”

She gave a dry chuckle. “Kinda kills the fantasy, huh?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. Honestly? It just makes you even more incredible.”

She looked up, surprised.

“You didn’t just survive.” Eli said. “You became someone who can crack jokes in a crisis, sass the guy trying to fix you, and rock a skirt made from drone mesh. You’re badass, Cailie. Bunny ears and all.”

For a moment, the room was quiet. Then Cailie rose to her feet, walking slowly across the surface toward him. The soft pad of her bare feet made almost no sound.

“Careful, Eli.” she said, voice low, playful but serious underneath. “Flattery like that gets dangerous.”

He grinned. “Oh yeah?”

She stopped near his hand, resting hers on his knuckle. “It makes a girl wonder what else you’re good at.”

After a beat, Eli swallowed.

She smiled. “You know, besides making me tiny and naked.”

He exhaled a nervous laugh. “I, uh… I can cook?”

“Hmm. Tiny stove?”

“I could build one.”

Cailie climbed into his palm without hesitation this time.

“I’m starting to think you like having me this small.” she said, reclining across his fingers, her tone velvet and teasing.

His breath caught. “…Maybe.”

She tilted her head. “Maybe you should show me.”

“I’m serious.” he murmured, voice low. “If you’re gonna keep teasing like that, I might just have to—”

He looked down and was surprised that she wasn't there. But she wasn’t there. He blinked. She’d vanished.

“Wha—?”

A blur of motion shot past his wrist. Then her voice, playful and smug, came from behind his coffee mug.

“Gonna have to be quicker than that, doc.”

Eli turned and saw her perched atop the handle, leaning casually like a gymnast after sticking a landing. One leg crossed over the other, ears perked straight up and tail twitching with amusement.

“Jesus!” he laughed, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I forgot the part where you’re part jackrabbit ninja.”

She hopped again—one fluid leap—and landed square on the edge of his keyboard without even disturbing a single key.

“My DNA is 12% rabbit.” she said proudly, dusting off her skirt. “Which includes enhanced reflexes, spatial awareness, and a strong tendency to screw with people when they least expect it.”

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, leaning forward again, a grin spreading across his face.

“That all it gives you?”

“Mmm, no.” she replied, eyes twinkling. “But those are the PG features.”

Another hop, and suddenly she was on his shoulder, her breath brushing his ear.

“The other features?” she whispered. “You’ll have to earn those.”

Eli stiffened. “…Earn?”

“I don’t give away bunny privileges to just anyone, y’know.”

Her voice had that unmistakable purr now, low and suggestive. She nibbled—not painfully, just the lightest graze—on the lobe of his ear.

He nearly jolted out of his chair. “Okay. Okay. Noted. You bite.”

“I nibble.” she corrected, giggling as she slid down his collar and into his lap like a mischievous breeze.

“I’m not dangerous…” she added, settling herself right where his body was starting to betray him. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Eli looked down, chest rising a little faster now. His hands hovered, unsure. “Cailie…”
She looked up at him with those clever eyes, her ears flopping forward slightly, soft as velvet.

“You’ve got the brain.” she said. “I’ve got the moves. Let’s see what kind of chemistry we really have, huh?”

Eli’s breath hitched as Cailie stood in his lap, no longer teasing from a distance, but close—intimate—and looking up at him with those wide, knowing eyes. Her tiny hands planted firmly on his shirt just above his waistband.

“You okay?” she asked softly, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

“I—uh…” His throat was dry. “Yeah. Just… processing the part where the tiny rabbit girl I accidentally shrunk is now seducing me on my lap.”

She snorted softly. “You make it sound so weird when you say it out loud.”

“Because it is weird,” he said, voice low. “But also… impossibly hot.”

Cailie laughed, but it came out breathier this time, more intimate. “There we go. Own
it.”

Her hands slid under the hem of his shirt—tiny fingers tracing the subtle grooves of his stomach—and he felt them. Like ticklish sparks dancing over his nerves. The sheer size difference made everything sharper, more intense. She explored with soft curiosity, like mapping unfamiliar territory.

“Can you feel all that?” she asked, her voice almost awed.

“Yeah,” he exhaled. “Every inch.”

She grinned. “Good.”

Then she leaned forward, kissing the skin just above his waistband.

It was so small. So soft.

But it hit like a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.

Eli clenched the edge of his chair, watching her—this tiny, sensual being—press herself against him, rubbing her cheek along the fabric of his pants with a low, appreciative hum.

“I always wondered what it’d be like.” she murmured, “being the small one. Having all the power because you're so not what people expect.”

“Cailie…” he whispered, the tension in his voice thick now.

She glanced up. “You can touch me, you know. Carefully.”

He brought his hand up slowly, like offering something to a wild creature, and gently cupped her with his fingers. Her back arched into his touch with a soft gasp, the feeling of his fingertips easily spanning her waist and hips.

“You’re so soft.” he said, awe in his voice.

“I get that a lot.”

She straddled one finger, her legs spread slightly and began to grind slowly—deliberately—against the pad of his finger through her thin skirt. The drone mesh clung to her curves, already dampening beneath the motion.

Eli’s mouth went dry.

“Do you like this?” she asked, not breaking rhythm.

“I’m about five seconds from either passing out or exploding,” he managed.

She chuckled. “Good.”

With one graceful motion, she pulled her top loose—tossing it to the desk like a discarded ribbon. Her breasts were small, of course, but perfect. Firm, pert, the dusky pink of her nipples already stiff in the warm air.

She guided his thumb to her chest, letting him feel the throb of her heartbeat beneath the skin.

“Gentle.” she warned.

“I wouldn’t dare be anything else.” he said, entranced.

He rubbed her breasts with the slightest pressure, and she moaned—a low, beautiful sound that echoed far larger than her frame. She began rocking faster, clearly getting lost in the sensation.

“Take it out.” she whispered.

“What?”

She glanced at the bulge in his pants, now fully straining. “Your cock, Eli. Let me see it.”

He hesitated, then complied—unfastening his waistband and freeing himself with a soft grunt. Cailie actually froze for a second.

“…Holy shit!” she breathed, eyes wide. “That thing’s like… bigger than my apartment.”
Eli chuckled, flushed and aroused. “Too much?”

She licked her lips. “Challenge accepted.”

With practiced balance and her natural agility, she walked along the shaft, using his hand for balance, dragging her body down its length—nipples grazing his skin, her breath hot and fast. She nuzzled the tip, kissing it like a sacred ritual.

And then, she began. Cailie straddled Eli’s shaft near the base, her legs braced, her breath ragged. Even the feel of it beneath her was overwhelming—thick and hot and pulsing with his heartbeat. The sheer scale of him compared to her was surreal. If she wrapped her arms and legs around it, she couldn’t even touch fingertips.

But that didn’t stop her.

She leaned forward, dragging her full body slowly along the length of his cock—tiny breasts brushing against the warm skin, nipples grazing the sensitive vein along the underside. Her hips rolled with each pass, grinding herself against the velvety surface.

Eli groaned. “Cailie… I don’t even know how you’re doing this, but holy hell…”

She glanced up with a sly grin. “Rabbit stamina, remember?”

He let out a strained laugh that cut off halfway when she nestled between the ridge of his head and shaft, planting teasing kisses all along the crown. She licked—tiny flicks of her tongue—drawing gasps from above as her hands stroked what parts she could reach.

Then she pressed herself against the tip and began to grind.

Eli’s head dropped back. “Fuuuck—you feel so good.”

Cailie moaned softly herself, rubbing her soaked thighs against him, using his size like a lover’s pillow. She rode the heat and texture, chasing friction with ever-growing hunger. Her tiny hands clutched the slick skin, her body writhing with need.

Eli couldn’t hold back—his hand instinctively cupped beneath her, supporting her, fingers curling protectively around her sides as she moved.

“Hold me tighter!” she breathed. “But careful—I like my bones uncrushed.”

He chuckled through his haze, cradling her like something sacred, guiding her rhythm gently with his palm as she bucked and humped and gasped.

Cailie’s voice broke into sharp little cries as she rubbed herself raw against him, the pressure building between her legs like lightning in a bottle.

“Eli—I’m—” she squealed, her body seizing up for just a moment—

Then she shattered, trembling in his hand as her orgasm overtook her, soaking his skin with a warm, sudden rush.

She collapsed against him, panting, her whole body trembling with aftershocks.

Eli looked down, flushed, breathless. “…Are you okay?”

Cailie smiled weakly. “That was… intense.”

“You were incredible.”

She looked down at what was still very much a rock-hard, throbbing reminder of unfinished business.

“Well,” she said, breath catching again as she brushed the head of his cock with her inner thigh, “someone else still needs a happy ending.”

He bit his lip. “Cailie, I—what can I even do with you like this?”

Her smile turned wicked. “You let me do this.”

Before he could ask what she meant, she laid down on his shaft again—on her stomach this time—and wrapped her body around him, stroking with her whole form, sliding wet and slow along the length, using her hands, her breasts, her hips, everything she had.

The sensation drove him to the edge instantly.

His muscles locked, his breath caught—And with a low, guttural growl, Eli came.
Hot ropes of cum spurted across his abdomen, some streaking up past his chest. Cailie rode it out, holding tight as the world trembled around her.

Then… silence. Just panting, slow recovery, and the faint buzz of the lab.

Cailie slid down his now-softening shaft and flopped onto the inside of his thigh,
breathless, spent, satisfied.

“So.” she muttered, blinking up at him, “science experiment success?”

Eli exhaled a breathless laugh, still reeling. “Best. Field test. Ever.”

She smirked, closing her eyes, curling up against him like a warm, satisfied rabbit in a sunbeam.

“Next time.” she murmured, “you owe me dinner first.”
==
The lab had gone quiet again. Only the low hum of the heater lamp remained, casting a gentle amber glow across Eli’s chest—where Cailie lay curled against his collarbone like the world’s tiniest, most satisfied storm cloud.

She was dozing, cheek pressed to his skin, one hand resting lightly over his pulse. Eli, still shirtless, stared up at the ceiling with wide, restless eyes.

Not from regret or even confusion. Just… awe.

She shifted slightly, her tail brushing his neck. “You’re thinking too loud.” she murmured.

He smiled. “You’re not asleep.”

“Was about to be. But your guilt-ridden brainwaves are like car alarms.”

“I’m not guilty.” he said. “Just…”

“Processing?”

“Yeah.”

Cailie stretched, languid and bunny-like, then padded across his chest to sit near his shoulder. Her new makeshift outfit was draped beside them, discarded during the heat of the moment and forgotten for now.

She looked down at him, her expression softer than before. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” he said. “Are you?”

She smirked. “I literally rode a guy's junk the size of a vending machine and came so hard I saw stars. I think I’m doing just fine.”

He laughed, and some tension melted from his chest.

“Tomorrow” he said, more serious now, “I’m going to reprogram the ray. Adjust the compression parameters and sequencing. I think I can reverse it… maybe even restore you down to the molecule.”

Cailie tilted her head. “You think?”

“I mean… you were never supposed to be the test subject.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Gee. You sure?”

He grinned sheepishly. “I’ll make it work. I promise. I owe you that much.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” she said, kneeling on his chest. “You didn’t mean to shrink me. You didn’t plan for any of this. Hell, you gave me somewhere safe to land—figuratively and literally.”

“You shouldn’t have had to go through it at all.” he said.

She reached out, placing her tiny hand on his lower lip to shut him up.

“I’m alive, Eli. That’s kind of a running theme in my life, yeah? Living through things I shouldn’t have. Being small? Doesn’t scare me.”

He kissed her fingers gently.

“But if you can get me back to normal size.” she added, “I wouldn’t complain. It’s exhausting being this cute at scale.”

He smiled, the warmth behind his eyes undeniable.

“I’ll work on it in the morning.” he said. “Full diagnostic sweep. Reverse the quantum pinch, isolate your hybrid genes, figure out what stayed stable.”

“Good.” she yawned, curling back down against his chest again. “Because if I stay like this too long, I might start building a tiny kingdom in your sock drawer.”

He rested his hand lightly around her like a shield. “You’d rule it in style.”

She gave a sleepy snort. “Damn right I would.”

They lay there in silence for a while, her tiny heartbeat syncing with the slow thrum of his own. No more tension, no more jokes—just peace.

Eventually, she whispered, “Hey, Eli?”

“Yeah?”

“If I don’t go back to normal…”

He looked down, waiting. She smirked, eyes closed. “You’re still gonna let me sleep on your chest, right?”

He chuckled, fingers brushing her soft back. “Always.”
====
The next morning, the sun filtered through the cracked skylight above the lab, pale gold rays casting sharp beams across the floor. Dust motes danced in the air as machines hummed to life one by one.

Eli hadn’t slept much. Still shirtless, he hunched over the emitter's console, dark circles under his eyes, fingers flying across the touchscreen as equations scrolled by faster than most people could read.

Behind him, on a soft square of fabric nestled in a shoebox-turned-bed, Cailie stirred.
She sat up slowly, ears flopping to one side, blinking into the light.

“You’re up already?” she yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“I never really went to bed.” Eli muttered. “Good morning, by the way.”

Cailie padded over to the edge of the box, dressed once again in her makeshift mesh skirt and now a slightly over-sized sock-sleeve "shirt" she’d stolen off the workbench.

“You’re really gonna burn yourself out.” she warned, hopping to the desk and sitting on the keyboard space beside him.

He didn’t look over. “I think I’ve got it.”

That got her attention. “You’re serious?”

Eli nodded. “I recalibrated the emitter’s frequency output. The initial shrink caused quantum destabilization in your cell matrix—compressing matter while your nervous system stayed synced to your original mass-energy signature.”

She blinked. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“It should have killed you.”

“...Oh.”

“But it didn’t. Your hybrid DNA absorbed and adapted instead. Like... it wants to revert. It’s just stuck.”

Cailie leaned forward. “So how do we unstick me?”

“I think the answer.” he said, tapping a glowing diagram, “is pulsing the ray in reverse. Five short bursts instead of one beam. Re-expand you layer by layer. Safely.”

She looked at the machine—the very one that had zapped her the day before—and let out a long breath.

“Think it'll work?”

He turned to her finally, eyes steady. “I’d never fire it unless I was sure.”

She nodded once. “Let’s do it.”

Ten minutes later, Cailie stood on a round metal pad in the center of the lab, arms raised, nerves buzzing.

“Okay, Doc.” she called, only slightly shaky. “Try not to turn me into soup, yeah?”

Eli stood at the console, every fiber of his being focused. “You’ll be fine. Deep breaths.”

She looked up at him, so far above. “If this works... I’ll finally be able to look you in the eye again.”

He smiled faintly. “Not sure I’m ready to lose the miniature version of you.”

Cailie grinned. “You’ll survive.”

He tapped the command key. “Alright. Activating pulse sequence... now.”

The ray across from her hummed to life, a low rumble that vibrated through the walls.

Five bright rings of green energy pulsed towards her in slow, measured bursts.

The first one hit—and her body glowed. Cailie gasped as she felt pressure rush outward. Her limbs stretched, bones lengthening, muscles re-forming at speed. The second pulse came, and her outline grew again—six inches, then ten, then a foot and a half.

Clothes fell off again—naturally—but she was too focused to care. The third pulse had her at nearly three feet, and her voice deepened back to normal as she let out a shocked, breathless laugh.

“Eli—it’s working!”

He nodded, unable to stop grinning. “Told you.”

Pulse four. She stood now—nearly full height—naked, arms trembling with adrenaline as her balance returned. Her ears flopped against her shoulders, tail twitching wildly.

And then—The final pulse. With a burst of white light, Cailie expanded to her full 5’5
form, knees buckling as she gasped for air, blinking in shock.
Everything around her had shrunk back to normal scale. She was back.

Eli rushed over with a towel, wrapping it around her quickly before she could even register the cold.

“Holy shit.” she laughed, voice fully restored. “I have knees again! Real, bendy, non-ant knees!”

Eli laughed too, pulling her into a tight hug without thinking. She squeezed back—so much taller than before, so warm, so real.

They stood there, breathless in the aftermath.

“You did it.” she whispered, voice muffled against his neck.

“I had to.” he said quietly. “I wasn’t going to leave you like that.”

Cailie pulled back, looking up at him, her ears brushing his cheek.

Then, with a familiar grin, she said, “So... round two, but full size this time?”

Eli blinked. And then laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

“You have no idea.”
====
A few weeks later, the lab was calmer now. Less like a place where unpredictable science happened, and more like a second home.

Cailie pushed open the big sliding door, a little dusty from the ride, messenger bag slung over one shoulder, long ears poking proudly out from a loose hoodie—no more hiding who she was.

“The delivery girl returns!” she called out, her voice echoing.

From the back, Eli looked up from his console, pushing up his goggles. He was still wearing that old lab coat—now with a few more scorch marks and a tiny heart she’d drawn on the inside seam.

He smiled when he saw her. “Still alive, I see.”

“And still taller than your microscope.” she grinned, walking over and tossing her bag aside. “Three jobs, one bribe, and only one mutant sewer rat. I call that a win.”

Eli leaned back in his chair, watching her kick off her boots and straddle his lap like it was her chair now—which, to be fair, it kind of was.

“Miss me?” she asked, hands sliding around his neck.

“Every damn hour.”

She kissed him—slow, as like they’d been doing it for years. When she pulled back, her expression shifted to something more mischievous.

“So…” she said casually, trailing her fingers down his chest, “I was thinking…”
He raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh.”

“I know we got me back to normal size and all.” she murmured, letting one ear brush under his chin, “but…”

“But?” he said, already suspicious.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I kinda wouldn’t mind a second go at that cock of yours... from four inches tall.”

Eli blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

Cailie grinned, biting her lip. “I mean, it was intense. Hot. Wild. Plus, I definitely remember leaving you a little flustered.”

“You practically broke me.”

She shrugged, nonchalant. “And yet here you are, still breathing.”

Eli gave her a long look. “You want me to shrink you again? After all that?”

“Only temporarily.” she purred. “You fixed it once. I trust you. And... well, some girls like heels. Some like collars. I like being cock-sized.”

He groaned under his breath. “That’s not a normal sentence, you know.”

She winked. “And yet you’re already hard.”

Eli glanced down. Yep. Guilty.

She slid off his lap and stretched with a dramatic sigh. “Anyway. You think the ray is up for one more experimental round?”

He hesitated. Then smirked. “I could warm it up.”

Cailie leaned over the console, tail wiggling as she tapped the screen with a deliberate sway in her hips. “Then let’s make some very irresponsible science!” she whispered.

[TheBigG]

I’m going to need a shrink ray and some rabbit dna