Morning.

It had been a long time since she'd met her little man, and Heather still smiled warmly as she felt his little 'birthday candle' trick down below. After her morning orgasm, he'd take his little head out and motorboat on and around her clit, once for each year, like a big soft birthday candle. One, two... 

She glanced over at the dresser mirror, while counting, and sighed a little. It had been so long, she didn't even have to remind him when it was her birthday. He wasn't even thrown off by leap years anymore, even though he never asked her what the date was. Thirty-three, thirty-four...

Even so, thanks to the power of investment banking and modern medicine, she definitely still had it. She remembered a time when she could have passed for in her fourties, if it wasn't for the silver hair - but then, she rather liked the look, these days. Forty-six, forty-seven...

That was nothing next to Jack, though. It wasn't until after governments around the world banned full-strength resizing formulae and tightly controlled access to the slow-acting stuff, which takes multiple registered injections over several days to work, that researchers learned shrunken bodies came with diminished aging due to less intensive upkeep... or something. Fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Anyway, even though they'd played around with his size a little bit, (as Bella managed to get them some anonymous purchases in the brief period where the stuff was still available online), before settling on what she thought was good enough - not too big or small a fit for any of his various uses - she had to admit the years had been far kinder to her little man than they'd been to her. Why, he was still sporting peachfuzz! Which was serendipitous enough, granted, considering... Sixty-nine, seventy.

She reached down and pulled him out, with a bittersweet feeling in her heart as she used her fingertip to lovingly bring her little man to completion, and then...

She had some good news, and she had some bad news, she'd told him.

She thought he might have felt it coming. Of course, they both felt like they were made for each other. And they were.

But she was seventy, now. She had to open a new chapter. All the experiments they'd done... even the 'secret threesomes' where she'd started trying one-night stands with some man or woman who didn't know her real date was already in the other hole... they both knew it wasn't what she really wanted anymore.

She finally had to come out and admit it: What she wanted was a man like him, but full sized. Just as humble and considerate, but big and strong enough to hold and comfort her whole body in his arms.

Jack stared up at his aging owner, disbelieving. After almost forty years, was she about to grow him back to human size? He had forgotten when he'd last thought it was even possible. He'd overheard, and occasionally even seen, enough of the outside world while on her person that he figured he was more or less abreast with modern society, but who would look after him and shelte-

Oh, right, he'd still be living under Heather, only at a different size. Of course. So, it wasn't too good to be true! From now on, he'd just have a much easier time pleasing Heather! So, then... what was the bad news?

Heather seemed to mistake his sudden alertness and excitement as fear, since Jack of course knew better than to voice his thoughts right away and interrupt her talking. "No, it's okay! That was the bad news, but just hear me out!" She rushed to comfort her faithful little man. "Even though that means both of us need to start seeing other people, for both our sakes, I'd never just throw you out on your own like that. There's someone coming to the party who's been looking for somebody just like you, and since she's having trouble finding a man who'll agree with all those dang regulations they have these days..."

...

Four hours later.

In fact, Heather had been lying just a little, there. At least, she hadn't been entirely truthful.

The thing was, people legally shrinking each other wasn't that uncommon. Even with all the government bureaucracy, it was often worth it for people who didn't work, or worked remotely, to cut down on living expenses while registering someone to be responsible for looking after them.

For instance, Heather's niece's daughter, Alice, was just about to start law school, along with her girlfriend Jane. Each of them wanted the other to shrink, so they could explore new dynamics while cutting down on living expenses, but neither wanted to be the Shrinka. If they somehow found another woman who'd agree to restructure her life around it, they could try that, but then they'd just be taking on extra expenses...

So, really, Jack wasn't exactly what the pink-haired young woman Heather'd pulled aside at the birthday party was looking for. But, as she sternly examined him waving, nervously, from her kindly-smiling great-aunt's palm, she conceded to herself he might be what she and Jane both could settle for.

A black-market Shrinko? One her great-aunt said was well-trained, too? No registration, no fees! (Too bad it wasn't a Shrinka, but at least he didn't look too masculine.) "And you haven't had to pay insurance on him? Not even liability?" She looked up to press Heather, wanting to be sure.

"Now, now, Ali." The older woman gently chided, only half-serious. "You have to make sure you don't hurt him, understand? He's a good boy, and just because he's off the registry, doesn't mean it's okay to put him in danger."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Auntie Heather, we aren't psychos?" The young future-lawyer countered successfully. "As long as he does what he's told." She glanced down sternly, folding her arms.

Jack gulped, looking up at her while sitting down hugging his knees, and stammered: "O- of course, thank you for looking after me- whoah!"

A smiling Heather casually moved him out for Alice to take, not waiting for him to finish, dumping him into her grasp as she reached out in response. "I know, girl, I just worry for him!" She said, kissing her grand-niece on the forehead.

She leaned down to talk to the little guy up close. "Jack, I think it's best if we start this new chapter with a clean break. So try not to contact me unless she thinks it's really necessary, okay? But I still love you, sweetie, and I always will. Don't ever forget that!"

Smiling, and blinking tears away, she straightened up. "Now, you." She addressed the slim young woman more seriously. "I know you don't want to hear it from your old aunty, but there's just a little bit more of the old shrink and regrowth formulas that I can give you, and this is serious, so here's what you need to keep in mind..."