As Brittany and Tommy stepped inside the privacy of her house the shrinking man only stood as tall as her groin. The normal sized blonde stared down at her child sized boyfriend in arousal and pondered her next move. Then an idea snapped into her head and she grinned. You can become aware of what's happening to you now, she thought.
Tommy suddenly jolted back to reality and his eyes went wide. “W-Wha?” He stared around the familiar but strange room, then saw the legs of his girlfriend next to him. He turned, looked up, and screamed in his now high pitched voice. “Brit! Jesus! What the fuck happened to you? You're... you're huge!” He stared in mind blown horror and with mounting alarm realized she seemed to be getting even bigger by the second.
“Me?” Brittany giggled. “No, no, little man. What the fuck happened to you? You used to be such a big man...”
Tommy looked down at himself, gulped, and saw his gaze staring at Brittany's knee caps. No, this wasn't possible. But it was clearly possible. What was she doing to him? He knew this had to be her! “B-Brit! I'm shrinking! Make it stop! Hurry, before I just like go poof or some shit.”
“Silly, silly boy.” Brittany bent down, her boyfriend's head only coming up to her lower leg now. He was getting very tiny and looking more like a doll. “What makes you think I'm going to stop it? Maybe I want you to disappear. You've always looked down on me. This is your punishment. I want you to feel as small and helpless as you make me feel. And others, like that poor Ty.”
Tommy now stood no taller than her ankles and was running out of himself quickly. In moments he'd become a spec. “Brittany! Oh God! Brit! I'm sorry, I know I've been bad.” His voice was now squeaky, and still attired in his high school jock outfit, he was barely four inches tall. He saw Brit's titanic shoe looming in front of him. He looked up into an impossible distance to see her face staring down at him. She was cold. “Please.” He whimpered, tears welling up.
“No.” Brittany said softly. “Karma's a bitch, Tommy.”
The tiny teen's mouth dropped and he simply stood there, dwindling away. His face went pale as he sank as low as Brittany's toes. He gulped, closed his eyes, and waited for the end. But it never came.
Brittany watched with satisfaction as Tommy first shrank to the size of a bug, and then as small as a grain of sand. As he simply vanished from sight she delighted in the sense of power. “This is just the start, Tommy. You can grow back to about three inches tall.”
The spec of her boyfriend quickly returned, and grew on to an action figure before stopping. Tommy stood there, shivering with fear, as Brittany gently and carefully laid down in front of him. “T-There were bugs.” Tommy said weakly, trembling. “They were swarming around my feet. And... and then they were getting bigger. And I thought they were going to eat me. It was... was fucked.”
“Those were mites.” Brit said simply. “And I guess you went microscopic for a bit.” She paused, letting it sink in, and saw Tommy's already horrified face comprehend the sheer mind arresting scale he had just been. He was crying. “So here's how it is now.” She said began softly. “I can do whatever I want to you now. Anything at all. And that means with just a thought... or a word... I can change you. Or destroy you.”
“Brittany... I'm sorry.” Tommy sobbed, falling down on his knees. “I've been a horrible boyfriend. And... just... horrible. I know it! I'll... I'll change for you. I'll change! Just don't hurt me!”
Brittany laughed. “Oh, I've heard this before. But you're right, Tommy... you will change for me.” She giggled as the tiny man stared at her giant face. “So let's start like this. From now on, you're going to fucking worship me like your goddess. You won't even call me by my name anymore. No, you're fucking scum to me. My slave.”
Tommy gulped, but felt his mind warp. It was suddenly true. “Now let's start this right. Get naked for me. Right now. Let's see that tiny body.”
“Y-Yes... mistress.” Tommy said submissively, and began to strip away his tiny clothes. In moments a pile of clothing sat beside him and without making eye contact the buff jock Tommy stood under his new master's gaze, as if he wasn't worthy.
“Good.” Brit whispered. “Very good.”
“How may I serve you next, mistress?” Tommy said, voice quivering. He was still somehow himself, but not. He could think, but he couldn't. His will was not his own.
“You'll stand there and wait for me to decide your fate... like a good little slave.” Brittany could feel her drunken control surging and loved it. This pathetic little jock douche was now hers to do what she pleased. What could she make him?
“Yes, mistress.” Tommy replied, shivering again with fear.