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Amber's Journal - Entry 1
🕑 Added 2022-04-11 19:25:21 +0000 UTC
Note: This journal is part fantasy and part truth. I wanted to write something that would (eventually) clue people into my writing process but I thought it would be so boring and something no one would want to read. So I’m embellishing the fantasy part while leaving all the truth. What follows is a real fantasy based on what I love and what my husband loves. We play all the time, so you better believe if we found a shrink ray, it would go exactly like this:
Amber’s Journal Entry 1
So I suppose I should tell you about the time my husband brought home our shrink ray. That’s why you’re reading, right? To learn all about my naughty activities? That thing changed our lives, and it also made me a better writer. However, it has since cut down on the time I let myself stay at the keyboard. I suppose a bit of backstory is in order.
My husband, let’s call him Frank, is a high school principal. Normally his job is terrible. The kids give him lots of problems, but one day he just happened to be in the right place at the right time. The school had hosted a garage sale to pay for their end of the year trip, and as he was helping set up the tables in the gymnasium, he found a strange-looking laser gun. We thought it would be a good toy for our kid, so he gave the girl the five dollars she wanted for it.
But when he got it back to his office and replaced the long-dead batteries, he discovered it was anything but a toy. It was an actual shrink ray. Later, he asked the student where she got it, and she said it was part of her grandparents’ clean-out. He didn’t wonder about anything else. It didn’t matter. The two of us—both with an inclination to growing and shrinking—had access to a working shrink ray!
Throughout the day, he sent texts about it, talking it up, showing me how he’d reduced many things on his desk and inside his office. I wanted to know if he’d tried it out on himself yet and said he had no idea how that could be accomplished.
I told him we’d work on that when he got home.
Now, you guys know all about me. You know my writing and you know what gets me off. So I’m betting you’re thinking that my hubby walked in, showed me the shrink ray, and I turned it on him, making him my own personal toy. We had a babysitter that evening, after all.
Nope!
In fact, I was the first one to get small . . .
We tried it out on all sorts of things to test its capabilities. When I first envisioned a shrink ray, I thought there would be two settings—get small, get normal. I was so wrong! The backside of the device was full of buttons and knobs and lucky for me, Frank had spent the better part of his day learning what everything did and creating a cheat sheet for me!
He made the bed shrink, then the plant in the kitchen, then some of our son’s toys. This precious gun could make things only slightly smaller or so small that they weren’t even visible with the naked eye. The device could make stuff shrink at once or even delay so that it steadily grew smaller. Our kitchen trash bin shrank down to six inches over the course of two hours. This was perfect because we are both fans of slow shrinking—but maybe not that slow.
After getting warmed up, we retreated to the bedroom upstairs. I stripped down to nothing but my panties and bra. My hubby got completely naked. He’d kill me for saying this but he’s . . . how can I put this gingerly . . . on the big side? And I had an idea to make him even bigger.
“I want to try it first,” I told him.
He was confused and slightly disappointed. After all, I’d already promised to put him between my toes. Finally, he said, “Okay. How small?”
“Let’s do six inches but I want it slow.”
“You ready for this?” he asked me, just as soon as he started to type in data.
I was on the bed. He was standing in front of me with the shrink ray cradled against his chest. I could feel my heart thundering and I could hear the device humming as it begged to wrap its energy around me and make me small.
He didn’t wait for me to chicken out. He aimed and blasted away. The beam was a bright reddish color that I quickly learned you couldn’t see if you were the one being zapped. But I felt it immediately. My skin was warm and moving, as if someone was giving me the best massage of my life. I lay my head back on the pillow and moaned, then motioned for Frank to get on top of me.
For the first few minutes we kissed. His hands found my hair and pulled it back and then his lips were on mine, skating around my lips, moving to my neck and cheek. My whole body was electrified and somehow, I was able to croak out: “It’s happening.”
He pulled back for a moment to watch, but it was difficult to tell at first. He went back to kissing, moving down to my breasts. He pulled the cups up until he could get at the nipple, then popped one of them into his mouth. I could tell in his hesitance that something was different, and I could sense it too. His mouth was bigger, the suction formed by his lips much tighter than normal.
Before I go on, let me tell you something about Frank—he’s the biggest tease in the world. Sometimes it’s fun but sometimes it drives me insane. Right now, with my body steadily getting smaller, he was putting me through pure torture.
His dick came up as he grabbed the headboard and I quickly put it in my mouth, immediately sensing a difference. After only a few tugs he moved it away, much to my dismay. Frank dragged it down my body, holding it in one hand so he could direct it around my nipples in little circles. When he stopped, we could see the change—my nipples were shrinking right in front of his dick.
“Are you enjoying it?” he asked me.
“I’m not sure. You aren’t doing anything to me yet,” I joked.
He chuckled and moved his dick down. By now, I figured I’d lost around a foot of my five-foot-eight height. His dick trailed down my stomach. It was so hot and already precumming. I was shaking, both from the shrinking and from what we were about to do.
As he neared my pussy—already throbbing with anticipation—I hooked my thumb in my panties and pulled them aside. Already I could tell we were going to have a problem. He was so much bigger. It was going to be half pain and half the best pleasure I’d ever felt.
Frank smacked the head of his cock against my lips, eliciting a tiny cry and laugh. He rubbed it across, the tease nearly killing me. The longer he stayed, the more likely it seemed that his cock wasn’t going to fit inside me. My fingers were pinching my nipples. I was looking everywhere because the world was changing. By now I was probably two feet shorter than normal.
“Alright, Frank. Fuck me now or lose the chance.”
He laughed. “I’ll get in there one way or another.”
The way he said it gave me chills. Frank wasn’t an extrovert. He never said things like that. But I fully expected him to mangle my shrunken body. And I was more than okay with that.
Comments
Amber Collins
Totally understand!
Chip
I'd be too afraid of someone finding it! 😂
