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The Shrink, Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 16:32:13 +0000 UTCChapter 5
James could do nothing but gape as Brooke winked down at him, her immense form towering high above as she straightened back up, the tiny golden man trinket glinting playfully in between her enormous breasts. The 20,000-person arena vibrated with raucous noise and energy, anticipating Brooke’s first serve of the match, but to James, with Brooke standing there smirking above him, palming the volleyball as she cast him completely in her shadow, time seemed to slow to a grinding halt. Even all the chants and cheers seemed to blend together in one amorphous, dissonant blob. All that mattered in this moment to him was Brooke. James hadn’t even thought that she would notice him there in his courtside seat, or, even if she did, that she would acknowledge him. But she was doing far more than that right now. Everyone in the arena was waiting for her to serve and begin the game, and yet here she was, purposely delaying the first serve, just so that she could loom above James and soak up his awe.
Slowly, with deliberately erotic intention, Brooke brought the little golden man trinket on her necklace up to her lips, and, staring directly down at James, she kissed it.
“For good luck!” she chuckled down at him, letting the tiny man fall back in between her big breasts as she bounced her eyebrows up and down at him. The next moment, James was staring straight at her gigantic ass as she turned on her heel and strode confidently up to the touchline, where she held the ball up, letting the crowd steadily build up their “Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” chant before she finally served the ball over the net, with the crowd finishing up with “Rage!!” which James recognized as a play on the “Raging Bulls” mascot. Brooke’s serve was fast and powerful, and the opposing players from Mountain State were unable to field it cleanly. The ball bounced off a Golden Eagle’s hands and shot off into the crowd. The crowd roared as the referee blew the whistle, signaling a point for Lowland University.
James clapped hard, absolutely delighted with Brooke’s display of power. The way that her body shook and jiggled with her movements was absolutely mesmerizing as she took the ball again in one hand, smirking, clearly used to getting points directly on the first serve. James watched as Brooke served again, and this time he hardly even noticed that the poor girl in the opposing team’s corner was knocked on her ass by the power of the incoming ball – he was too busy focusing on Brooke and her every movement. Just the way that she gave a slight hop when she served, the way her strong arm flexed as she brought it hammering against the ball, the way that her boobs seemed to dance underneath her tight uniform…it was all almost too much for James, and he could tell that he was already starting to blush, just from watching her.
He thanked his stars that his pants were a little oversized, now that he had shrunk down to 4’11 – otherwise, his erection might have been clearly visible to the players, to the crowd in the arena, and to the many people watching the game on TV (since, of course, it was being filmed). As it was, his roomy khakis hid his erection, so James felt free to fantasize about Brooke as she continued in her impressive show of dominance. It wasn’t until she had scored 7 points for her team directly off her serve that the Golden Eagles finally managed to handle what Brooke was dishing out, as they wrestled a point back, much to the chagrin of the crowd. Apparently, from what James could gather from overhearing some people behind him, Brooke had once won an entire set on her serve alone, an almost unheard-of occurrence at this level of college volleyball. But Mountain State had a good team, since Brooke “only” managed to score 7 points in a row on them.
“I think she’s regressing!” joked a fan behind James.
“Yeah, why are we not starting this game a set up like usual?” laughed another.
The more side talk James heard from the crowd behind him, the more he realized that Brooke’s dominance, which was plain to see in this game, had actually been MORE pronounced in other games.
“Yeah, but Mountain State’s in the top ten,” explained one fan behind James to someone else, “So of course she’s not gonna be able to run the whole set…7 straight points on a single serve is embarrassing enough for them!”
As the game went on, James almost thought that he enjoyed watching Brooke defend more than attack – it was incredible to see her huge, lithe, strong body poised, with her thick thighs bent as she crouched down in anticipation near the net, only to leap up in a forceful, dynamic display of power as she blocked shot after shot from the opposing team. Her form was impeccable, and James was in awe of how gigantic her hands truly looked when she spread her fingers wide to block the shots.
But whenever James thought that he preferred Brooke’s defense, so would remind him what his favorite move of hers was: the spike. It was clear that the Raging Bulls had a strategy when they were receiving the ball: lay it up for Brooke whenever possible. And James (and the rest of the arena) would watch in awe, everyone holding their breath, as Brooke seemed to move like a huge, agile cat up to the line, performing an impressive leap while thundering her hand down directly into the ball, sending it screaming down, inevitably scoring a point. James could literally feel the deep, vibrating smack of Brooke’s hand hitting the ball, and when it hammered down onto the court, he could feel the impact rippling through his feet.
‘She’s a force of nature!’ he thought, realizing that his mouth had gone dry from hanging open for so long. ‘She’s just…no one else moves like her! Someone that big shouldn’t be able to move like that…it’s nuts!”
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the Raging Bulls won the first set, 25-5. James gathered that this was quite a lopsided score, even when compared to the high expectations of the crowd. The arena was positively buzzing with energy, and James could see that Brooke seemed to be soaking it all up, using the crowd’s excitement to fuel her own performance. It was incredible to him that someone who was so obviously self-confident and, just so…in command of her surroundings, could have struggled with stress to such an extent that she had actually sought out HIS help.
‘But come on, James,’ he thought to himself, having to adjust himself a bit in his chair so that his erection wasn’t pressing up against his leg, ‘I mean…she’s a human being, after all! It’s not like she’s a…a goddess or something!’
But as he continued to watch Brooke during the second set, James found himself sinking more and more into a fantastical reverie, where he really was thinking of Brooke as a goddess….and a GIANT goddess at that. Or, more specifically, he was fantasizing about shrinking down, down, down, far smaller than he was now, and what she would look like to him then.
‘Because I might actually get that small,’ he thought, watching Brooke powerfully spike another ball that landed with a thud on the opposing team’s court, right on the line, impossible to defend. ‘Since I have this condition, I might actually shrink down as small as that little trinket man between her breasts…oh my god…!’
He began to vividly imagine what it would actually be like, if he did indeed shrink all the way down to two inches or so, and what it would be like if Brooke attached him to her necklace, to wear as her living, breathing “good luck charm” for her games. He could only imagine how hot her breasts were, now that they were a good half-hour into the match. All the girls were sweating, even Brooke…but, even though she obviously had the most impact on the game, she seemed to be sweating less than everyone else. James could just make out little dark dots of sweat on her tight jersey. He thought about what it would be like to actually dangle from her necklace, right in between those plump breasts, getting hotter and hotter with the intensity of the competition, and what it might feel like when she leapt up in one of her signature spike moves. He could feel the powerful thud of her arm impacting the ball NOW, at his current size…
‘But just think how intense it would feel,’ he thought, awestruck, ‘If I was two inches tall, in between her breasts, when she did that…it would be earth-shattering!’
The second set was a bit more difficult for Brooke’s team than the first set, simply because the Golden Eagles had quickly adopted a strategy where they would have three of their own players mimic Brooke’s every movement, to try and prevent her from completely taking over the game. But even still, after only a few minutes, the score was already 10-4 in the Raging Bulls’s favor.
“They’re trying to stop her!” laughed a fan behind James, “You’ve gotta give em’ props! They’re trying!”
“Pssssh yeah,” retorted another fan in response, “But trying is the first step to failure. They’ve got no shot at stopping Hinson. She’s too strong!”
James had to agree – even though Brooke wasn’t scoring as many uncontested points in this set, there was no doubt that she was still dominating the game. Even when the opposing team’s game plan revolved around stopping her, and her alone, they just couldn’t make it happen. They even put their towering 6’7 center blocker on Brooke, to try and somehow stifle her strong spikes, but even though this girl was a couple inches taller than Brooke, she was decidedly less athletic, and couldn’t jump nearly as high. Time and time again, Brooke simply spiked the ball over her head, to the delight of the crowd. And every time her team scored a point, Brooke spread her big arms out in celebration, striding to the middle of her team’s court as she led her team in a quick “group-hug” that was more like a rallying gesture, to keep the energy up. Often, right after this gesture, Brooke would glance directly over at James, grinning broadly, one time even lifting her arms up and flexing them, as if to say, ‘Enjoying the show, little man?’ All he could do was smile back from ear to ear, feeling a bit silly as he enthusiastically gave her a thumbs-up sign.
As the second set went along, it was increasingly obvious that Brooke’s team was going to win the whole match. It was 18-6 before James even thought to look at the score again. He was too busy enmeshed in yet another fantasy…only this time, his shrinking hadn’t stopped at two inches.
‘What if I…just kept getting smaller and smaller!?’ he thought, becoming more and more excited. ‘Until I was even smaller than a tiny ant?’
It was easy to get totally lost in this fantasy, and James felt himself becoming even more aroused as he thought about how colossal Brooke would look if he were that tiny. He would be clinging to her tight shorts, no bigger than a couple millimeters, essentially invisible to anyone who didn’t bend down and look closely in exactly the right spot. At that size, Brooke’s thigh alone would have been like a skyscraper, millions of times heavier than him, and its movements would have felt like the entire earth itself was shaking, even if she was just walking. James felt himself longing to be that small, to be nothing more than a tiny little speck of a man on Brooke’s volleyball shorts, clinging onto her as she made spectacular play after spectacular play. The TV cameras wouldn’t even pick him up – no one would notice him. Even after the game, when Brooke would no doubt be interviewed on national TV, the reporters and viewers wouldn’t even know that he was there. But Brooke would know…and, true to her playful self, she would tailor-make her comments to tease him, all without anyone knowing.
‘What keeps me so dominant?’ she would laugh in response to the interviewer’s question, glancing down at her thigh and winking down at James clinging there, before smiling back at the cameras. ‘Oh, simple…I’ve got a good luck charm! My own little secret…and he keeps me going.’
‘He?’ the interviewer would laugh. ‘Who’s this “he,” Brooke? You’re about to break a lot of hearts right now, I can tell you!’
But she’d just close her eyes and shake her gorgeous head, those fierce-looking cornrow braids tossing left and right, as she put a long finger up to her lips and gave another wink, this time to the camera.
“Oh shit, look out!!”
The fans behind James were suddenly yelling, jerking him out of his daydream. He shot his head up, just in time to see Brooke diving towards him, her huge body arcing gracefully in the air, before reaching a huge arm out to make a spectacular save, directly in front of him. Her teammate volleyed the ball back over the net, scoring a point, and the arena burst into applause at Brooke’s athletic play. James, though, was momentarily paralyzed. Brooke lay stretched out on the court, almost at his feet, and when his eyes found her face, he saw that she was smiling up at him knowingly. He almost expected her to say something up at him, some sort of funny quip…it would have been just like her, in the midst of all the adulation in the arena, to crack a joke to him.
But Brooke didn’t say anything – instead, she elegantly folded her massive body up into a sitting position in front of him, and then, slowly, majestically, with stunning, regal confidence, her eyes never leaving his face, she rose up to her feet, towering over James a moment later as she stared down at him, her face nearly expressionless. And then, she brought those huge hands up and put them on her hips, positively looming high above as she copped a very public pose for him. Her serious face was all part of the presentation for him, and James knew it – she was wordlessly saying: ‘Well, what do you think, little guy? Are you impressed?’
It was an incredible display of power, Brooke just standing there like that in front of James, hands on her hips, staring down at him. The seconds ticked by, and all the other players on the court (and the entire arena crowd) had eyes on Brooke, waiting for her to stop whatever it was she was doing and move back into position so the next point could begin. But she just made them wait – for ten whole seconds – as she posed for James…and then, suddenly, her face blossomed into a bright grin as she speared her tongue into the inside of her cheek, smirking, almost like she was saying, ‘Yeah, that’s right…at a loss for words, huh?’ before bending down towards him and very obviously blowing a kiss in his direction.
The arena crowd now noticed what had been happening, and reacted, some cheering, some booing, and others merely discussing. James, for his part, felt totally exposed and embarrassed, but that feeling only lasted for a few seconds – a bright epiphany had suddenly popped into his head, and he realized that he couldn’t feel intimidated or scared, not even around all those people, if Brooke was there. She was his amazon, his giantess, his…goddess…and as long as she was with him, he literally didn’t care what anyone else thought about him. Even still, though, he couldn’t help but notice what some people behind him were saying, and again, the different voices all seemed to blend together in his ears:
“Did she just…oh my god, she just blew a kiss at that little man down there!”
“Are you kidding me!? That’s her boyfriend??”
“Oh come on, get real, no way that’s her boyfriend – she’s just teasing with him, playing with him!”
“What a lucky little bastard!”
“Why doesn’t she blow a kiss at me!? Hey Hinson! Hinson!! I’m heeeere!”
“Are they…together!?”
“That’s impossible.”
“No, I mean, like, she’s been looking at him all game! And she actually went over to him at the start of the match! I think there’s…I think there’s something going on between them…”
“Ha! In his dreams!”
James registered all these different voices, his face burning red from all the attention at first, but once he had his epiphany, he felt beautifully light and unconcerned, almost like he was floating above the proceedings, out of the reach of anyone who might be envious of him, or who didn’t think it was possible that an amazonian bombshell like Brooke could date someone like him. It was easy for him to keep his eyes fixed on Brooke, watching her crouch in place like a huge, elegant cat waiting to pounce.
The match only lasted five more minutes; the Golden Eagles simply had no answer to Brooke’s domination, and the game was over, in a thumping climax, when Brooke rose up high over the net, her strong body curved in an elegant arc as she reared backward and slammed her hand into the ball, spiking it powerfully down on the opposing team’s side of the court. The ball bounced into the crowd, and the game was over. James found himself jumping to his feet and joining in the raucous, thunderous applause as the home crowd cheered on their team, and, of course, their hero, Brooke. She was in the middle of her team’s celebratory group hug, easy to spot even amidst all those other tall, athletic girls – Brooke was just in a class of her own. James watched as the Raging Bulls shook hands with the other team, and was intrigued when several of the Golden Eagles players seemed to hand Brooke something…what was it? A…black marker? He didn’t understand until Brooke cheerfully took the cap off and started signing their jerseys.
‘Wow…’ he thought to himself, ‘She’s such a big star that even the opposing team wants her autograph!’
Just a few moments later, Brooke was striding towards him, her arms high in the air as she soaked up the crowd’s adulation, thanking them for their support. She seemed to be making a beeline straight for James, but right before she reached him, a TV camera crew got between them, and a reporter (a middle-aged man who couldn’t have been shorter than 5’8) with a microphone began to ask her a series of questions. James realized that his seat happened to be where the post-match interview was done for the “player of the match,” who was, of course, Brooke. Standing so close to the interview, James could hear every word; and even though this reporter looked pretty tall to James, next to Brooke he looked absolutely tiny. James couldn’t help but think how much smaller HE looked next to her.
“And of course it’s no surprise that we have Brooke Hinson here,” the reporter was saying to the camera, “Once again the player of the match. Tell me, Brooke, how do you do it!?”
“Oh well, it’s not just me, you know,” Brooke replied, smiling graciously, her clear, powerful voice contrasting strikingly with the reporter’s. It wasn’t even that he had a weak or high voice – far from it. But compared to Brooke’s voice, it certainly seemed small.
“This is a team sport, and if it was just me out there I’d lose every set – I need my girls all around to support me, to support each other, and that’s the only way that we’re successful. We work as one unit, covering for each other, communicating well, and not letting up each set until the job’s done.”
“You’ve won more player of the match awards this season than any other woman in the entire NCAA,” the reporter continued seamlessly, clearly intent on pushing a certain narrative, “Do you worry that the committee will play politics with the Player of the Year award like they did last year, when almost all major analysts agree that you were robbed of the award?”
“Honestly, with all due respect to the award, I couldn’t care less!” laughed Brooke, spreading those giant hands out in front of her. “I didn’t care last year, and I don’t care this year. I’m focused on one thing, and that’s to win the National Championship. If I take home Player of the Year in the process, great – if I don’t, and we win that championship, I’ll be completely happy.”
“Spoken like a true team player,” chuckled the reporter, “Uh, one last question, Brooke – just a few sets before the end there, right after that spectacular save you made, let me just say…heheh, uh…you paused there for a good long while, and everyone was wondering what you were doing? Can you enlighten us now?”
“Oh I was just showing off,” Brooke chuckled, now turning, in the middle of the interview, to look directly at James. “For a little special someone.”
For the second time that day, James turned red. The reporter and the cameraman both actually turned in the direction Brooke was staring. They weren’t even looking at James, though – instead, they were searching the crowd behind him, no doubt looking for some tall, muscled, handsome young man who was bound to be Brooke’s love interest.
“Oh?” asked the reporter, his eyes darting around the crowd behind James. “A special someone? Heh, I know I’m not supposed to ask, but could you point him out to us? I know lots of people will be dying to know who one of the country’s top athletes is dating!”
James stood there, frozen. It was crazy how close this scene actually was to the daydream he had just been having. Of course, he wasn’t smaller than an ant, but the whole interview, with the cameras and everything else, was eerily similar to what he had been imagining. But the next moment, his mind had snapped back to what was going on in the present. Brooke had strode up directly to him, smiling broadly as she bent down, snaked her big hand up under his chin, and, in full view of the cameras and the entire arena, kissed him deeply on the lips. James was shocked by how blatant her show of affection was, but he had already had his epiphany – no matter what, if Brooke was there, nothing could harm him. So he closed his eyes, as his cock twitched in his (thankfully) baggy pants, and he kissed her back, feeling like he was melting into her embrace as all the arena sounds seemed to coalesce, for the third time that afternoon, into one amorphous blob in his ears. James again registered that some people were cheering, some were booing, and some were just laughing or talking loudly. But none of it mattered…none of it. All that mattered was him and Brooke, right here, right now.
“Mmmm, thanks for that, sweetie,” Brooke breathed down tenderly at him, breaking the kiss a few moments later. “I was just so horny all game, looking at you sitting there with your little legs swinging off that biggggg chair there.”
“Heh, uh, big for me, at least,” James chuckled, which caused Brooke to smile even more tenderly down at him.
“So is…is THIS the man of the hour!?” the reporter’s incredulous voice popped up from behind them.
Brooke reacted instantly, with such speed and skill that left James in awe. Spinning around to face the cameras, she put her arm around James, pulling him into her hip. If there had been any doubt about the true extent of the size comparison between them, it was now put to rest: James’s 4’11 form was absolutely dwarfed by Brooke’s towering, voluptuous 6’5 (6’6-and-a-half with her sneakers on) body, and the way she had pulled him into her left no one in doubt as to who was the alpha in the relationship. And James loved every moment of it.
“Yep, this is my boyfriend!” Brooke announced brightly, straight to the camera, before pointing a long, threatening finger directly at the lens. It suddenly occurred to James that all of this was actually being broadcast on national television.
“So all you other girls better keep your hands to yourselves!” Brooke growled, in a humorous parody of a jealous woman. “You got that? Hands off my man!”
A couple weeks later, James felt like the hoopla around him and Brooke was finally starting to die down a little. Sure, he still got plenty of comments tossed his way whenever he was on campus (most of them congratulatory, but not all), but the news of their budding relationship could only stay in the headlines for so long.
‘And…it literally was in the headlines,’ James thought to himself, strolling down the sidewalk as he made his way to a local cafe to meet up with Brooke for lunch. He cast his mind back to the day after the volleyball game, where images of Brooke smirking and towering over him had been broadcast all across the country…across the world, actually. Brooke had already been a nationally-renowned superstar, but when she had openly proclaimed that James was her boyfriend, the press converged on her tenfold. Headline after headline splashed across the sports world, exhibiting the uneven pair, calling attention to the dramatic size and height difference. Newspapers and websites knew what got “clicks,” and they all piggybacked on the initial interest in the Brooke-James relationship by publishing even more articles that analyzed the nuances of this unexpected union. Some commentators wrote lengthy diatribes about how this relationship was a microcosm of “declining standards of traditional masculinity,” though these more negative takes were drowned out by a flood of favorable commentary, with content creators, opinion columnists, and sociologists alike all praising both Brooke and James for flouting conventional gender expectations and doing what made them happy. In a matter of days, their relationship became a touchstone for all kinds of cultural discussion.
All of this, understandably, had initially made James uneasy – since he hadn’t expected Brooke’s public announcement of their relationship, let alone the voluminous response afterward – but Brooke had let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was safe with her…that she had his back…and that no amount of publicity and talk could get between them and their feelings for one another.
‘That was all she needed to tell me,’ James thought as he rounded a bend in the sidewalk, heading for the cafe on the corner. He could still feel the warm, easy pressure of her huge hands as she had grasped his, gently kneading and massaging them as she stared reassuringly into his eyes. That beautiful, deep blue of her eyes…it was impossible for James not to lose himself in them. It had barely even been a month that he had known her, but already there was not a doubt in his mind that he had fallen deeply in love with her…with everything about her. She was absolutely brilliant, far quicker and smarter than him, even though she was still only a sophomore. It was actually uncanny how mature she was, and even though James had initially felt a bit hesitant to jump straight into the relationship, the more time he spent with Brooke, the more comfortable he felt with the idea of dating this 20-year old. The power imbalance that would have been there between himself and most other young women simply did not exist with Brooke. In fact, if there was a power imbalance, it was most certainly in the opposite direction.
But it wasn’t just Brooke’s high-powered mind that James had fallen in love with. It was her whole persona…the wide, incredible expanse of her personality. He had never met anyone who had been able to reconcile such apparent distincts with such ease: she was imposingly dominant, and liked doing things her way, but at the same time, she was amazingly kind, generous, and tender with him. She was clearly very aroused by power imbalance between their two bodies, and loved to openly tease James and “play” with the power dynamic of their relationship, but she also was very protective of him, and always took extra care to make sure that his newfound publicity – and hupostolephasia diagnosis – weren’t giving him too much trouble.
And, of course, on top of it all, she was…what other phrase was there for her!?
‘She’s an amazonian queen,’ James thought to himself, walking up to the cafe front door. ‘A 6’5, 260-pound amazonian queen who gets off on how much bigger and taller she is than me…and she’s the most beautiful young woman on campus…how did I get so lucky!?’
Of course, James knew that his luck in landing Brooke was a bit tempered by the fact that he had still been diagnosed with hupostolephasia. But, even though he had now shrunk down another two inches (to 4’9) in the last few weeks, he was increasingly beginning to see his illness not as an impediment, but rather as an opportunity, particularly in his relationship with Brooke. They were already incorporating light aspects of “size play” into their intimate time, where Brooke would compare her huge legs to his, or line up her forearms next to his, or make him compare hands with her, laughing in delight at how much her body dwarfed his. And as James continued to slowly shrink, he imagined that this size play would only intensify. Already, now, when the two of them stood face-to-face in their bare feet, James was staring at the underside of Brooke’s breasts…and whenever she wore her 6-inch platform heels (which she did often), he would find himself looking directly into the middle of her stomach.
‘Maybe I was a little freaked out by all that before,’ James thought, now entering the cafe, ‘The idea of being so dwarfed…’ He started getting hard, just thinking about it. ‘But now…especially with the way Brooke plays around with it all…I’m totally here for it.’
His face had brightened into a broad smile, because there, standing in the back of the line at the counter, was Brooke, grinning down at him. As usual, she was wearing her platform heels, and, together with her skimpy jean shorts and white crop top, she cut quite the figure in the small cafe, towering over everyone, male and female alike.
“There he is,” Brooke purred down at him, grinning in kind as she spread her arms out to receive him. The next moment, James felt his face smush up against the warm, smooth flesh of Brooke’s exposed stomach as she hugged him to her, spanning her huge hand across most of his upper back.
“God, do you know how adorable you look in those khakis?” she giggled down at him after he stepped back so he could actually see her face above her jutting breasts.
“Heh, well I’m glad you think that super-baggy looks “adorable” on me,” chuckled James, his cheeks brightening in a blush of pleasure. He raised up his arms, showing how loosely his long-sleeves hit his diminished arms. “I don’t know how much longer I can wear these, though…”
“As long as I say,” Brooke quipped, winking at him before both of them laughed together. A few people in the cafe had whipped out their phones and had started snapping their picture, but Brooke just cheerily ignored them, and James followed her lead, feeling totally safe and secure with her there.
“So…” Brooke hummed, staring up at the menu as they moved forward in line, “We both know that I’m gonna be ordering two whole footlong subs for myself…the usual…but the question is, are you small enough now to be ordering the kid’s combo meal?”
“Hey!” James exclaimed, feigning indignation, even though he loved being teased by Brooke this way, “I’m not that small yet!”
“You’re around the size of a 12-year-old boy,” Brooke shot back, raising her eyebrow knowingly as she smirked down at him, “So you’re riiiight on the cusp…mmmm, shrinking into backwards puberty…I love it.”
But their conversation was interrupted by a special news report that had just come onto the TV in the corner, and the cafe owner had turned up the volume, causing everyone to turn and absorb the new story. The reporter’s voice sounded out into the restaurant:
“And so based on these fresh reports from the National Institute of Health, the CDC has concluded that the hupostolephasia virus is far more prevalent in the adult male population than had previously been thought. And while the Surgeon General has stopped short of declaring the virus a pandemic as of yet, he has urged local governments to begin funneling increased resources toward their public health sectors, as a marked increase in new cases is expected to continue, at least for another month or two, and possibly for much longer.”
Brooke pursed her lips and started nodding slowly, casting a glance down at James as she arched her eyebrow in that way she always did when she was amused at something.
“Well…” she began, “How about that? More hupo infections…what did I tell you, huh?”
“Heh…guess you were right,” chuckled James, who didn’t quite know what to think about this news. He was just amazed at how preternaturally intelligent Brooke was – just two days before, she had casually predicted that the virus was lying dormant in a lot more men, and that it would likely make the news sooner rather than later.
“And what else does this mean?” Brooke asked, putting her hands on her hips as she loomed over him. James blinked up at her, momentarily entranced by how huge and gorgeous she was, but he was finally able to remember what she was getting at.
“Oh…right,” he murmured, his cheeks starting to redden again as he felt his cock hardening even more than it had been before, “The…shrink spikes…”
“Mhm!” Brooke nodded slowly down at him. “More infections in the general male population means that your viral load is higher than the doctors thought, which means that you actually ARE susceptible to those shrink spikes.”
James had known about this aspect of hupostolephasia ever since he had been diagnosed, but, as of yet, he hadn’t experienced the fabled “shrink spikes,” which were acute instances of rapid shrinking, generally two or three inches, that happened whenever an infected man with a high viral load experienced a particularly intense episode of neurohormone excretion, particularly oxytocin during sexual arousal. James had been plenty aroused these past few weeks, but so far, no shrink spikes had occurred, despite Brooke playfully attempting to induce them on several occasions. The spikes didn’t happen with normal arousal – it had to be unusually powerful.
Brooke was eying James curiously, and there was a knowing, dominant gleam in her eye that he had never seen out in public before. He suddenly realized what she was about to try on him, and part of him resisted, hardly believing that she would do something like this in a cafe. But the craziness of it didn’t cause his arousal to go down – instead, her determination only made him harder.
“You’ve got a head start on all these other men, you know,” Brooke began, her soft voice belying her sultry, dominant tone. “Which means that as they start shrinking, you’re just going to keep getting smaller…and smaller…and smaller…at a faster pace.” With each “smaller,” Brooke placed her hand lower and lower on her body, going down to her lower stomach, then to her waist, and then below her waist.
“Brooke…” James whispered, his throat suddenly going dry.
“And with these shrink spikes now in play,” Brooke murmured, spider-crawling her huge hand behind his head and beginning to tenderly scratch his scalp with her long fingernails, “Who’s to say that you’ll stop shrinking at the current record, just under two feet tall?”
She shook her head slowly back and forth down at him, and James was now fully erect. His heart was racing, and his face was beet-red.
“No…” she smiled softly down at him, “No, I don’t think you’re gonna stop there, James…you like being small too much for that…you know what I think? I think you’re just gonna keep getting smaller and smaller, past two feet, one foot…mmmmmm, smaller than the sandwiches I’m about to eat…you’ll just keep shrinking. You’re going to keep shrinking until you’re the smallest little man in the entire world…until I have to carry you around in a little jewel on my earring…”
“B-Brooke…” James rasped. He started feeling strange…a sudden sensation of pins and needles all across his body. Was he about to pass out!? A wave of fear coursed through him, but it quickly subsided. Brooke was there. He was safe.
“Or maybe I should get my bellybutton pierced,” she giggled, “So I can put you in a little golden trinket and attach you there, so you can always have a full view of my stomach…which I knowww you already love looking at.”
James opened his mouth to speak again, but nothing came out. It suddenly seemed that Brooke’s face, and her huge tits, were retreating further from his view, shooting higher up out of his reach.
“The smallest, tiniest, sweetest little speck of a man in the entire world,” Brooke purred, her gorgeous, deep blue eyes going wide with pleasure. “Aaaaaall mine!”
“Gggguuhhh!” James burst out, an involuntary exclamation as, quite suddenly and abruptly, he shrank three whole inches, his body tingling with liquid warm pleasure immediately afterward. The next thing he knew, he was staring slightly UP at Brooke’s bellybutton. His clothes, which had already been baggy enough, were now practically hanging off his body, and he had to reach down and grab his waistband to keep his pants from falling down.
Brooke had been speaking to him so quietly that no one else in the cafe had realized what had happened. But she knew. Staring far up beyond her breasts, he saw her dazzling face come back into view, as she arched her head forward to be able to see him again. Her cheeks were flushed, and James could smell the sweetness of her breath that was coming forth from her open mouth as she breathed heavily, clearly aroused. Very tenderly, she cupped the back of his head again with her huge palm, caressing him with her long fingers.
“James…” she whispered down to him, almost in a moan, “Oh my god…it just happened!”
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stevebasic
Crikers, woman - you’re going to kill us with this. Top form! I loved his reveries, and the turn of events with the oncoming pandemic. Great chapter :)
