Todd watched the minaturized woman massage her clit before him, completely unaware of his presence. He loomed over her, a giant phantom with a reckless need for power. What he wanted had happened, her current state being all the proof anyone would need, but his success had only led to a modicrum of satisfaction. He desired more, really wanting to test the capabilities of the device, he set her to the lowest setting available for presets and he pressed the 'apply' button.
Shannon felt the warmth envelope her again, yet this time is felt more relaxing, as though her body was use to it already. She stopped her fingering and looked around at the rapidly growing world of fabric around her, individual strands of cloth now thicker than her body. Further she shrank, beyond her own comprehension. The microscopic strands that held the cloth together just above an anotomical level looked monumental to her as her growth slowed.
"Please let this be a dream...", she begged, he voice becoming lost in the black void of her fabric reality. Todd stood there, somewhat unamused. Perhaps the machine was too powerful, though if that were the case it could undo what had been down. He wondered if the machine would even register her anymore if he pressed the apply button. He file was still there, but nobody on the planet could see her if they tried, no matter the equipment they'd use. He decided to-