The Shrinking Machine Ch. 04c

"I want, I want, I want. You're a mouthy and spoiled bitch today. And yes, I want you to tell me, but take a minute or whatever to think about it." I stepped toward her, meeting her frown and abruptly snatching her up with one hand - ignoring her sudden, whiny wail as I walked back out into the hallway and unceremoniously dropped her in my robe pocket.

I held it open for a moment longer, I looked down as she landed in an even more uncomfortable-looking position. "You can try and get yourself off, but you're not allowed to actually cum until you get me an answer."

Ignoring her groan, I walked out of the kitchen. Passing the other two, I glanced at the sight of Summer, legs spread wide, holding Vanessa's face directly against her sex - giving the blonde a very focused lesson in pleasing a pussy. I heard Summer's small voice raising a wail as I left them, crossing the living room and heading toward the machine room.

I could feel a small, quick motion through the soft fabric of my robe as it slid over my skin and dangled over the shelf of my milk-drained breasts. I didn't have to look to know she'd started playing with her clit inside there. Trying pretty hard despite her orders, it seemed.

I opened the door to the machine room and stepped inside, immediately greeted by the much cooler air. Goosebumps rose under my robe, which I gathered a bit closer to my body as I walked past the power banks - six each of ten-thousand-dollar power cell blocks covered in a gray fire-resistant compound, a massive upgrade from the old rack of corroded spare car batteries.

The emitter was powered down, and had long since finished its cooling cycle from shrinking Vanessa a bit ago. It didn't look like a mess of wires and steel bars anymore, and more like a genuine sci-fi prop. A sleek titanium housing, spiraling cable bundles wound together into its base which was fixed to the center of the floor. Pipes ran in and around the entire thing, running coolant at all times from a dedicated pump room built in what was once a walk-in closet for whoever lived here last.

The only big thing that remained of the original machine room, aside from the critical accumulator - a blocky thing against the far wall, the one part we couldn't rebuild or replace - was, of all things, the bed. A basic, single mattress mounted on a cheap steel frame, with a handful of stains visible on its white sheets. The same bed I'd shrunk both Summer and Jennifer upon. I couldn't bear to part with it.

I plopped into a white leather office chair which sat in front of the sole desk in the room. On it was the new control computer, or the terminal for it anyway. The actual computer was on two server racks on the closest wall, with two off-site backups mirrored daily. I tapped the mouse, bringing up the idle screen and control interface - itself much more advanced, the result of months of programming. Coding it had been the only actual work I did since I got the machine.

I checked the readouts along the top of the screen. Accumulator charge at twenty-nine percent. I'd used quite a bit since I decided to shrink Vanessa, but there was still enough left for tonight - without dipping into the bottom ten percent I'd decided to save for emergencies.

I took a long sip of my drink, putting it down next to the screen. Come to think of it, I'd never finished out coding the new version of the charge forecaster. I'd started on it last week, then gone on that trip to get the last of my things from the last apartment - thanks for the help with that, Vanessa - and then the firm down in Florida had called and said the parts I'd ordered were ready, but they were only going to hold onto them for a week. I'd made last-minute plans for a road trip and left the girls behind... and we all know how that turned out.

Well, I got another toy out of it; I smiled to myself, deciding that was the only way to think of it. She'd be fantastic when she was done shrinking. With that thought in mind, I brought up the code base - please don't ask what it is, Dad set this thing up in the only programming language he knew: this ancient shit from the 70s. I was stuck with it for anything that touched the kernel unless I wanted to learn the entire theory myself.

I spent probably the better part of an hour typing, not quite drunk enough to make any obvious mistakes and not quite sober enough to avoid my thoughts wandering. Endless lines of code starting flying out of my hands in the way that I do, but my mind was still halfway immersed in last night - Vanessa dwindling down smaller and smaller, the toys squealing with pleasure at seeing someone gradually brought down to their size to join them, the way Vanessa resisted a bit less each time...

A voice popped up out of my pocket. "The decadence of it, I think." I gave a start, looking around for a moment until I looked down at Jennifer's head coming out of my pocket. She was still talking. "... changing her so utterly and permanently, just for your own pleasure and fun. Or maybe I could say - turning an entire person, their whole life and everything, into this insignificant little toy - and slowly, so you watch her face as she realizes it's happening, and she's starting to like it..."

"What?" I shook my head, adjusting my spot in my seat, hoping it hadn't been too obvious I forgot she was in there... and whatever the hell she just described had made me pretty wet all over again, necessitating a little more adjustment.

"The reason it's so hot to watch her shrink." She paused. "You ordered me? Or did you forget?"

"... No."

She rolled her eyes, sighing. "Right. You forgot I was in your pocket too, didn't you."

"Of course not." I stroked her hair idly with two fingers, still looking at the screen.

"Oh." She leaned back against the hem of my pocket, folding her arms under her hoodie-clad breasts - she knew, of course, that I'd actually forgotten. "Well, did I at least get your journal voice right?"

I smiled. "Probably... but if you keep making fun of it, I'll make you write the thing."

She rolled her eyes, then plopped backward to lay down in my pocket again - but still kept talking, her small voice coming out of it. "Why do you need me to tell you, anyway? This is your kink, I'm just along for the ride."

I glanced down at her. "Pretty sure it's your kink now too... just curious what you'd come up with." I moused over to Sequences, ensuring tonight's fun was queued up. Vanessa's frame was still locked.

"Okay... so what's the right answer?" Jennifer called out. "Was I close?"

I shrugged again. "Fuck if I know." I took another long gulp from the carton. "When Vanessa and I... broke up, if that's the word... I started to think a lot about how the tall girls got everything, and the short girls have to..." I paused, frowning. "Actually, no... I didn't ever really think that, not that way."

Jennifer sounded confused. "What?"

I frowned, thinking for a moment as I swirled the contents of the carton around. "I guess I don't really know. I think this weird shrinking idea just kind of showed up in the back of my head one day... sometimes when I was frigging myself, I started thinking, wouldn't it be cool if I could just shrink one of those tall chicks down - shrink her so small she'd be completely helpless. It made me so hot. It started as this random thought about revenge, but it grew into something else."

Jennifer laughed a little. "So you have no real idea why you like shrinking girls, and were hoping my answer would give you some clue about what makes your twisted and perverted mind tick." The little redhead sounded derisive now.

"Well, I guess." I frowned at her. "Why does anyone like anything? Why do people like boobs? They're just... round meat." I cupped one of my breasts, loving its warm and pleasant weight.

"Yeah, but liking boobs is pretty harmless." Jennifer got out of my pocket, taking a moment at a time to grab fistfuls of my robe's fabric as she climbed up my side. "What you 'like'... ahh... ungh... changes... unf!... people's lives... ohhh! - forever, and they get... urgh... no say." She said it in a simple tone, without accusation, as she hoisted herself up to my midsection.

I shifted, reclining the office chair back as far as it would go - about forty-five degrees. I swung my legs out from under the desk, crossing them and resting my feet next to the keyboard. It shifted the angle at which she was trying to scale me, and caused my breasts to flatten to each side from the weight, despite being mostly empty of milk.

Standing, she grabbed two more handfuls of fabric as she reached the base of my breasts, carefully pulling herself up. She leaned over one, grasping the fabric around my nipple hard and fixing both hands over it. The pressure made me wince, but made both nipples stiffen while she pulled herself upward - legs squirming for purchase.

Soon she was atop my boob as I leaned back - precariously balanced on her knees, her small weight pressing down atop it. She looked up at me. "So anyway... hah... it's not that I mind now... hah... that you shrunk me into this little thing, you know, hahh, that's now on top of your boobs. The why of it, well... doesn't matter."

She took a moment to catch her breath, then bit her lip. "I kinda like being a toy, and you more than kinda like being my Mistress." She held her hands out. "I also know how much you like being climbed... have I earned being able to cum again?"

I smiled. "Is that really why you climbed all the way up here?"

"Come on... please? I've wanted to cum all morning." She spread her legs slightly, affording me a view of the tiny, glistening pussy between. I could feel her almost trembling with excitement; even going half a day without an orgasm could wind her up like a coiled spring. If she hadn't done anything with Summer this morning, that would mean her last orgasm would have been her goodnight cum, before bed last night.

I thought for a moment as I bent my head closer down toward her, speaking in a low voice. "Yes, professor, you may cum normally again... but no playing with yourself until I make you cum. Here." Our lips - or rather, my lips and her entire face - met. I kissed her gently for a few moments, loving this perfect little thing I'd created.

As excited as she was, I hadn't had satisfaction this morning myself either. First, I wanted to expose that shapely six-inch body of hers. I moved my lips down, our kiss not quite breaking until I opened my mouth and shifted toward her breasts, hidden under the surprisingly thick fabric of her garment. I squeezed her boobs gently between my teeth, making her arch her back upward in response. Our eyes met, and I looked down at her as I closed my jaws tighter and tighter...

She was moaning aloud as I let my head slip backward just a bit, until only the hoodie's fabric was between my teeth. Her breasts bounced free underneath it as I tugged upward. The redhead's hands moved upward automatically, knowing her Mistress desired her to be naked, and I slowly tugged the entire thing up over her head and off - revealing the pale, round, blueberry-sized tits that adorned her chest, with their tiny and stiff nipples.

Next were her leg-warmers - long, heavy socks that ran halfway up her thighs. They were perfectly fitted to her slender little legs. She fell backward onto her ass, holding one foot up to my mouth. I took it in my teeth, performing the same feat as before - gently squeezing and sliding backward, until I only had the fabric and I began to slide the things off her - one, then the other, tossing them away onto the table.

I took her in both hands then, feeling her warm skin on my palms and fingers - a tiny, vulnerable, incredibly hot woman who was mine to use. She still had one leg up where I'd slipped the leg-warmer off, her pink slit exposed and glistening where wetness leaked out.

I sat up and brought her close, instantly laving my tongue all over her upper body. I felt her squirm underneath the huge muscle's touch, running it all over her; bouncing her tits underneath its wet tip, sampling the salty, wonderful taste of her skin, even soaking her shining red hair through in places.

We both knew where I was headed next. She gently fell back in my palm to the pressure my tongue put on her, spreading her legs to her Mistress and offering her helpless little body. I took all of her, licking and sampling every square millimeter of my little redhead all over again - from the soles of her dainty feet to her lips again, complete with her sticking her tiny tongue into my mouth. I felt it dance across the surface of my own, my spittle coating her whole body as it did.

She was panting as I held her away for a moment, and with one hand I untied my robe. It slipped open on one side, and I pushed away the other to reveal my own nudity - generous breasts, a skinny and pale body, and a hairless little sex. The latter was her next destination.

"Spread your legs, Jennifer..." I brought her down to my pussy, changing my grip to hold her by the upper body between two fingers and my thumb. She did as instructed, holding onto my thumb with two white-knuckled hands as I drew her sex close to mine. I smiled at her. "We're going to... uhh..." I blinked, suddenly having forgotten the word.

There was an awkward pause for a moment

"Tribal... uhh... trading..." She looked down at my folds, where my far larger pussy and clit were just below hers. She frowned, looking upward as she thought. "I want to say it sounds like tribalism..."

"Fuck it." I shrugged, then shoved her small body downward, caressing my own clit with her tiny sex. Her whole body, really; she was little more than a glorified vibrator when we did this, though of course either of them still came several times for every one time I did when we had sex this way.

Her small hips bucked as she squirmed in my grip - not to escape, but to add to the pleasure. She flailed wildly, rubbing her hips wantonly against my pussy - focusing mostly on my clit, but between my own mostly random motions with my hand, which were shaking her around violently, like a roller coaster - and her own, it was kind of all over the place. We hadn't really gotten this particular type of fun down to an art yet. It was always wild and unplanned, yet incredibly hot.

After a minute or so of shoving her against my sex over and over, I let her slip free, depositing her on my mons for a moment - until, with both hands, I gripped her wrists between two fingers each and held her in place just above my pussy. She already knew what to do, and immediately went to work with her hips, using every muscle in her body to gyrate herself on my clit.

She looked like she was going insane, or shaking like a caged animal... maybe both. It felt incredible; not intense like using a dildo or vibrator, but this fluttering, light, but very alive and warm motion on my clit. Knowing our pussies were caressing, despite the incredible size difference, always pushed me closer and closer - same as now. I felt the pleasure rushing toward me.

"Cum, Jennifer..." I said it, panting as I held her hands down and she redoubled her motions. Our eyes met just as she heard it, and she had to feel orgasmic bliss beginning inside herself on my command. I smiled at her. "Cum hard."

At the peak of sex like this, it usually only takes a second or two for the command to trigger. She squealed, her focus on my clit becoming messy and erratic as her lower body betrayed her for pleasure. Her convulsing ass brushed against my sex one more time, her tiny clit pressing to mine for an instant - and it was enough. I felt the waves crashing once again, and moaned aloud as the same happened to me as the toy in my hands.

For a small moment, the two of us - five feet of Mistress and six inches of toy - were the same. She wailed, and I did; I jostled in my chair as her body shook in place, her legs still slipping between my folds and her body bumping repeatedly against my sex. My wetness covered her body, giving her a sheen like a living jewel as she climbed onto my mons, panting.

Her hands slipped as I let her go, and she fell flat onto her chest. She gave a small yelp, but stayed there, breathing heavily. Doing that always took a lot out of them; they had to work their entire tiny bodies hard to make me cum in that position, and sometimes pulled muscles or whatever in the process.

"Ahh... good job, little Jennifer. I needed that." I laid back in the chair again, leaving her there with my robe open as we both caught our breath. Her warm little body, breath heaving and tiny nipples still poking into my skin, felt nice against my bare mons.

"Always... so, so fucking crazy..." She attempted to get up, slipped again on the wetness covering her body, and then managed to rise into a sitting position - folding her legs in front of her and bending forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her breasts hung down, almost touching her legs. "Now come on... tell me about the last round for Vanessa. What are you going to make her do?"

I glanced down at her, and she was grinning with excitement. Sick little toy girl just couldn't wait to see someone else shrink smaller than her. Just like Summer had her to use for pleasure, she'd have a tiny blonde to use whenever she wanted... assuming Vanessa failed.

I shrugged, wondering how much to reveal and not spoil the game. "Well..."