Description:

Sawyer is the only man in his size science class—and his professor has plans for him that have nothing to do with the syllabus.

When Sandra Winters pulls out her shrink ray on day one, Sawyer finds himself shrunk to a single inch tall while his gorgeous, curvy teacher looms over him.

What starts as a lesson in spatial reasoning quickly turns into something far more dangerous—and far more thrilling—as Sandra makes it clear that failing her class comes with consequences no textbook could prepare him for.

Between pop quizzes, "disposal" threats, and private tutoring sessions that get a lot more hands-on than office hours should allow, Sawyer has to figure out fast whether he's going to pass Size Science . . . or become something far smaller.

(Giantess/shrunken man, shrink ray, size difference, breast & butt worship, oral vore play, power exchange, professor/student dynamic — 1-inch man, average-sized woman)

Excerpt: 

Sawyer wasn't sure why he thought a career in size sciences would be a good idea. Males in the field were almost unheard of, but something about changing the size of objects filled him with joy.

"Sorry," said a voice from the doorway. Sawyer turned to one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. At first he thought she was a student—teachers didn't dress so casually, in a tight t-shirt and chucks. She approached carrying nothing but an oversized handbag, and when she blew past the group and unlocked the door, he saw just how round her ass was—it jiggled each time one of her solid legs hit the ground.

"I am Sandra Winters," she said, placing her things on the desk. "Well, go on. Find a seat. And before we begin—place your belongings under your seat. You will not need them in my class."

"Let's get started, shall we?" She reached into her bag and pulled out something none of them had trouble recognizing.

It was her shrink ray.

She pointed it at the nearest girl and pulled the trigger. Sawyer watched her hair bounce as she quickly dwindled right there on the seat. The other girls shifted nervously, but Sandra left them little time, moving down the row in quick succession—until she reached Sawyer, offering him a sly wink before zapping him.

The world became blurry as he rapidly dwindled on his seat, no longer able to see any of the girls in front of him. The wooden chair spread all around him until he stood on a football-field sized surface. When the strange trembling in his stomach faded, he knew he'd stopped shrinking.

"I'll give you a moment to orient yourself to your new size," said a high, disembodied voice. The ground shuddered as Sandra stepped into the aisle between the seats.

If she were attractive before, it was nothing compared to her now, magnified to epic proportions, her curves so amplified he could barely follow her words.

"You are all exactly one inch tall. And you will remain this size whenever you are in my class. You wanted to learn about size? Then you're going to get a firsthand view of it."

Her massive shadow stretched across the seat where he stood. She had to back up just to make eye contact with him, for standing over top meant he looked at the underside of her breasts and not her face.

Was she enjoying this? Did she find him attractive? She certainly paid more attention to him than to the others . . .

What had Sawyer gotten himself into?

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