You shrink to eight inches
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
gred2012
You walk over to the ruler cautiously. Your head is buzzing from the pot and you keep closing your eyes trying to get your bearings. As if it wasn't enough to be slowly dwindling to mess you the weed seems to have been potent stuff and you are feeling like you are in some twisted cartoon at this point.
"okay stand up straight," she says with a giggle. You obviously are not the only one that is affected by the pot.
You stand up as straight as possible next to the ruler while everything seems to sway slightly. You can't help but admire everything in her room the vivid colors of her pink walls and posters all over the place. It would be an amazing enough sight at your current diminished height without the influence of the weed. Your gaze rests eventually on Jessica as she leans over squinting at the ruler trying to see how tall you are. Her bedroom light washes over her tan skin looking so smooth and soft. Her hair shines in the light and her eyes though bloodshot still have that beautiful twinkle that she's had for so long. You try to catch yourself as you stand there and smiling dumbly admiring her. Again you notice her bountiful breasts which are lingering a few feet to you above the desk while she leans over studying the ruler to measure you. They are perky and round and big before you should started shrinking but now they've taken on an entirely new proportion. You don't mean to but you stare at them hungrily.
"Hmm, you seem to be right at 8 inches short," she says is the psi laying down the ruler and reaching up rubbing her eyes.
"I am so stoned," she says with a giggle."What about you my little friend?"
She smiles down at you leaning in giving you a playful poke in your stomach. "I hope yours hungry as I am" She says.
"Yeah, I think I am feeling a little hungry. In fact I'm feeling a little," you say jokingly while giving a goofy laugh. You're so stoned too.
well well, luckily for me you are just the right size for a snack," she says with a giggle scooping you up into her palm.
You gasp as her hand swoops under you and you fall back into a palm laying in her hand. She lifts you up to her face with a big smile that seems to go on in each direction forever. Her tongue slowly creeps out of her mouth and licks up your leg over your groin and up your chest all the way to your face swirling around your face a few times. She moans and mutters ,"delicious" giving you another slow lick as her hot breath drifts over you and you let out a moan and shiver a bit as she does.
you really are tasty little snack," she says lifting her face back so she can smile down upon you.
"I think I better save you for dessert though. I don't want to spoil my meal," she says with a chuckle.
"We better put some clothes on," you say cautiously getting nervous about how things are going this evening.
"Yeah I guess you're right." She lowers her hand to the desk tipping it so you slideoff onto the cold surface. She then hops out of her chair and darts over to her walking closet and close the door behind her.
Your rub your face trying to alleviate the high. You shake your head a couple of times and try to calm down and get your blood flowing from the one place that all of it was flowing to a moment ago when she looked to you. You feel guilty for enjoying all this, but you can't help yourself. You're already in sensory overload from the shrinking and the pot did not help anything either. She seems to be enjoying the situation. As much as you. This concerns you decide that you have to be strong here. Once she stressed you will find some close to. Then maybe you can both just go to sleep.
You hear the knob turn on her walk in closet and she emerges wearing...
"okay stand up straight," she says with a giggle. You obviously are not the only one that is affected by the pot.
You stand up as straight as possible next to the ruler while everything seems to sway slightly. You can't help but admire everything in her room the vivid colors of her pink walls and posters all over the place. It would be an amazing enough sight at your current diminished height without the influence of the weed. Your gaze rests eventually on Jessica as she leans over squinting at the ruler trying to see how tall you are. Her bedroom light washes over her tan skin looking so smooth and soft. Her hair shines in the light and her eyes though bloodshot still have that beautiful twinkle that she's had for so long. You try to catch yourself as you stand there and smiling dumbly admiring her. Again you notice her bountiful breasts which are lingering a few feet to you above the desk while she leans over studying the ruler to measure you. They are perky and round and big before you should started shrinking but now they've taken on an entirely new proportion. You don't mean to but you stare at them hungrily.
"Hmm, you seem to be right at 8 inches short," she says is the psi laying down the ruler and reaching up rubbing her eyes.
"I am so stoned," she says with a giggle."What about you my little friend?"
She smiles down at you leaning in giving you a playful poke in your stomach. "I hope yours hungry as I am" She says.
"Yeah, I think I am feeling a little hungry. In fact I'm feeling a little," you say jokingly while giving a goofy laugh. You're so stoned too.
well well, luckily for me you are just the right size for a snack," she says with a giggle scooping you up into her palm.
You gasp as her hand swoops under you and you fall back into a palm laying in her hand. She lifts you up to her face with a big smile that seems to go on in each direction forever. Her tongue slowly creeps out of her mouth and licks up your leg over your groin and up your chest all the way to your face swirling around your face a few times. She moans and mutters ,"delicious" giving you another slow lick as her hot breath drifts over you and you let out a moan and shiver a bit as she does.
you really are tasty little snack," she says lifting her face back so she can smile down upon you.
"I think I better save you for dessert though. I don't want to spoil my meal," she says with a chuckle.
"We better put some clothes on," you say cautiously getting nervous about how things are going this evening.
"Yeah I guess you're right." She lowers her hand to the desk tipping it so you slideoff onto the cold surface. She then hops out of her chair and darts over to her walking closet and close the door behind her.
Your rub your face trying to alleviate the high. You shake your head a couple of times and try to calm down and get your blood flowing from the one place that all of it was flowing to a moment ago when she looked to you. You feel guilty for enjoying all this, but you can't help yourself. You're already in sensory overload from the shrinking and the pot did not help anything either. She seems to be enjoying the situation. As much as you. This concerns you decide that you have to be strong here. Once she stressed you will find some close to. Then maybe you can both just go to sleep.
You hear the knob turn on her walk in closet and she emerges wearing...
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