“I-I don’t know.” Ty admitted, almost crying.
“Mmm,” Eileen approached, the scent of the boy’s hot arousal flooding her senses. She walked forward on the bouncy couch cushion, a mere five inches tall, and faced the meaty tip of his cock. “Then let me take care of everything, darling.”
She touched the tip. A sudden ooze of precum rolled from the slit and over her hand. Shocked, gasping, she raised her palm in fascination and rubbed the slick bead on his cock tip. Stringy goo trailed from her palm to the tip of Ty’s cock. Still, she was shrinking, but even slower than before now. She felt herself slow. Obviously he didn’t want her to shrink away before they had their fun.
Ty watched his tiny new lover as she reached forward and began to massage the tip of his dick. Reaching up for it, squeezing it, making aches of pleasure travel down his shaft and back up again. She was absolutely into her task, eyes closed, moaning, kneeding the spongy flesh in her tiny hands. A vein popped out on his shaft and he began to shake.
“If you need to cum, Ty, don’t hold it in,” Eileen advised, her voice down to a high pitched whisper.
She continued her massage, grabbing his cut foreskin, tugging it, rubbing it under her increasingly tiny hands. Then came the shaft. He felt himself welling up. The tightness grew. His tip flared.
“Mmm,” Eileen saw the swelling increase and sighed dreamily. “I think I’m about to have quite an unusual shower.”
She turned and grabbed Ty’s cock in both arms, swinging wildly as she closed them around the girth. Like a barrel to her now, she jerked him wildly with everything she had, her tiny tits pressed into his enormous shaft. His hot precum spilling down and lubricating her efforts.
She milked him. Arms held tight, straining to hold onto the diameter of his swollen flesh with her shrinking body.
Finally, the release.
It was spectacular. She felt his dick throb in finality and took a deep breath, face up. As she expected, she was positively splattered with his seed, the hot fluid trickling down her front and coating over her head, neck, shoulders, and back. When she dared to breath, he was still cumming. She heard his cry of orgasmic delight as he unloaded another few shots across her body. She was half the size of his dick now. A little less than three inches tall. Each shot of jizz was enough to coat her again and again.
She loved it. The heat of it. The slimy warmth. She rubbed it into her body and produced a thick creamy lather. She was nothing before this giant. This incredible new friend and lover.
She fell to her knees, exhausted from the brief workout, and stared up as a final spurt fell from his rapidly deflating cock and splattered unceremoniously over her head.
Already, she was growing dry and crusty in places. Her hair was a matted jumble as the jizz began to cool.
Panting, she rubbed the ejaculate out of her eyes and laughed hysterically.
“Goodness!” She stared up, marvelling as she stood no taller than one of the boy’s now relieved testicles.
She stared up in awe as she kept shrinking, comparing her size all the while and gaping in awe at a now limp and deflating penis that seemed to tower over her head.
Quickly, she was grabbed in two giant fingers and placed in the middle of a fleshy palm.
She was impossibly small. She stared up with a still lowering perspective at Ty’s giant head leering down at her in equal shock.
She smiled up warmly, completely confident that he would never intend her any harm. She was just becoming a bug, that was all. The experienced was as bizarre as it was erotic.
She stood confidently, pressed out her chest, and giggled as Ty’s eyes widened once more. Drenched in the boy’s cum, an inch tall, she shrank, and shrank, and shrank further still under the watchful gaze of her changer.
As she had expected, he let her reduce to no more than a spec in the palm of his hand. The ultimate conclusion of their shrinking escapades. She was little more than a grain of sand before he finally stopped it.
She looked around in awe. His hand was now a massive field of rolling flesh to her. Her feet stood in the crevices of his palm. The lines had become wide canyons to her. Somewhere, distantly, she perceived the stucco of her roof. The pleasant green of her living room walls. Yet, oddly, time itself had become a little distorted. As Ty moved, it seemed to be in slow motion. He raised off the couch, careful not to drop her, and she heard each slow thunderous step shake through his hand. Every vibration bounce her a little as the titanic youth walked.
My God, she laughed, this was incredible! Imagine becoming so small that reality itself had changed. Perception itself was different.
What a wild experience! She loved it!
With little else to do, Eileen hung on for dear life, sitting down in Ty’s palm and giggling from the sheer incredible absurdity of her position. Shrunken to a dot. Her scale so small that a fly might stand taller than her by a factor of two.
Suddenly, her giant ride stopped. She looked up with a sense of vertigo as two matress sized steel prongs hovered over her had. My God, she realized, tweezers! Those are tweezers! She was in the bathroom and Ty was plucking her from his hand with tweezers.
She watched the gentility and care with which he slowed lowered and then closed the steel tips. She was able to pull herself up as the tip closed around her and fell sideways into the cleft they made when closed. Ty carefully observed her, made sure she was seated and okay, and then she was flying through the air onboard the tweezers.