Description:

What starts as a quiet movie night turns into something neither of them can ignore. Scott is shrinking—slowly at first, then faster—and his girlfriend Madison is watching every inch disappear with growing excitement. As the height difference flips and her feet keep getting relatively larger in his lap, their relationship shifts into uncharted, intensely intimate territory. This is a progressive shrinking story packed with power imbalance, foot worship, and a woman who fully embraces the fantasy of her man becoming smaller and smaller for her.

(shrinking man, size difference, foot fetish, progressive shrink, dominant girlfriend, micro)

Excerpt:

It took him nearly an hour into Madison’s Rom-Com to notice something was odd. Perhaps it was the way he was sitting or maybe the warm air in the room tonight, but Scott felt as though his skin was on fire. A drop of sweat rolled down his back. He noisily cleared his throat and straightened, momentarily lifting Madison’s feet from his lap.

Normally one to notice odd behavior and changes, Madison’s attention tonight was focused on his treatment of her feet. It was a given that whenever they watched a movie, they assumed their normal tv-watching positions at opposite ends of the sofa.

She was a short girl—standing at just five-two, so it took a stack of pillows behind her back to ensure her feet made it all the way over to his lap. Scott stood a foot taller, so his long, gangly hands had no trouble cupping her miniscule feet and driving his thumbs into her soles.

“Are you alright?” she asked him. They were both nearly asleep toward the end of the movie—they’d spent the entirety of the day in front of their respective devices, writing for their respective jobs.

“Yeah,” he said, almost startled by her voice. He sat up and continued pressing his thumbs into her sole. “Why?”

“Because you’re not using your hands. You’re using your sleeves.” She gave him a chastising look that made his heart melt. Madison was one of the prettiest girls he knew but she could fix him with looks that sent tingles through his body. He looked down—she was right.

The sleeves were over his hands and he was pushing his thumbs into her sole through the material. He flicked the sleeves back and started again, but this tiny observation made him consider his body. Madison had already returned to the movie, now just a few minutes from the credits. But Scott had forgotten all about it. He was acutely aware of how his body had changed.

And how it was still changing.

He pushed her legs out of his lap and stood, realizing at once that his pants weren’t fitting as they should. With the horrible way he’d been eating lately, it made more sense the pants would be too tight, not too loose.

“Are you okay?” Madison asked again, this time as he raced to the bathroom. Concerned with his body, he hardly registered her voice.

On his way to the bathroom, he knew something was wrong. The socks didn’t feel right against his soles, the waist of his pants settled in an

odd place and his shirt . . . it felt as if it were hanging limply across his shoulders.

At the bathroom mirror, he stared at his reflection. Still the same good-looking guy as before but something was different.

He was . . . less.

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