Edits - Ch 7.1.1.1.1.2

Chapter 7.1.1.1.1.2 - She wishes to be as tiny as a doll.

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Danica clearly had an idea, but she hesitated to say it aloud.

“I'm not going to judge you,” Tim said, reassuring her.

“D-do you like how I look?” she asked, looking down at her hands stacked on her lap.

“Sure I do,” Tim said.

“What if…” she said and swallowed. “What if I were smaller… like, really tiny? Would you still like me that way?”

Tim smiled, realizing that possibly the huge football player she had been was harboring a secret desire to be small. “I would like that,” he said. “Yeah.”

“Could you…?”

“Of course,” he said and opened her caption. It read:

Danica Brown is an 18-year-old woman. She is attending college in her freshman year with her primary focus being playing soccer. Recently, she has become deeply attracted to Tim Smith. (Show more.)

First, Tim checked the awareness settings, making sure that only the two of them would notice her transformation. After all, if she was about to become his personal toy, he wanted her to be his own little secret. Then, he considered how he wanted to go about making her that small. Should he just say that she was the size of a doll… or an action figure? He might just write that she becomes 1/10th her current size. That would keep it simple and give him a predictable result. However he did it, this would really be testing the limits of what the app could do with a physical transformation, more so than anything he had tried before. Feeling eager to just get on with it, he typed out the following at the end of her caption:

She is 1/10th the size she would be if she were a normal woman.

He liked that, but he wanted something more. He felt like providing a little explanation for why she was that size and some consequences for her sudden shrinking. He added:

She shrinks for the first time right now, and afterwards all traces of her old life are erased except for in our memories.

He smiled, satisfied at his forethought in this case. That should protect him from anyone searching for her or accusing him of doing something suspicious to her.

“Why are you smiling so much?” Danica asked, trying to peek at his phone's screen.

Tim pressed save, and the progress bar replaced the caption.

“I'm just excited to watch this happen,” he explained, setting his phone down beside his thigh. “Prepare yourself,” he suggested. “It's starting now.”

“Oh!” she said, practically buzzing with excitement. She gazed down at her body, waiting for the first observable sign of her transformation.

She did not have to wait for long.

Danica's head began a slow descent beside him as her feet began to lift off the floor below. Her whole outfit, which had been tight enough to show off her athletic figure, became looser and baggier. Soon, her clothes were hanging from her, making her seem like a child playing dress up in her older sister's clothes. Meanwhile, she stared at herself in gleeful, wide-eyed wonder.

Moments later, she had gone from wearing the clothes to inhabiting the hollow space within them. Her shoes dropped off her little feet, clomping to the floor one after the other, taking one of her socks with them, leaving the other hanging mostly empty from her other foot. Her left shoulder slipped out of the neck hole of her shirt, which lay rumpled on her belly and lap, her bra preserving the general shape of her chest, which no longer filled it. Soon, she was barely a foot tall, her upper body now fully nude, her legs fully hidden beneath her empty shirt. The expression on her small face now had a touch of concern to it, possibly showing some fear of what might happen if the shrinking never ended. At this point, she had lost most of her mass. If things continued at this pace, there would be nothing left of her in only a few seconds.

To her relief, the shrinking stopped only moments later, leaving her buried up to her neck in her own shirt. She sat there, unmoving, lost in the wonder of her new perspective, her eyes gazing down at herself and then up at the room around her. At last, she stared up at Tim, apparently amazed at the comparatively immense size of him. To her, he must have seemed like a true giant.

Next, quite suddenly, the pile of clothes she had been sitting in vanished, leaving her doll-sized body sitting fully exposed on his comforter. She reflexively covered herself up for a moment, but then she relaxed as she looked up at him again, maybe feeling safer knowing that he was there, looming above her, ready to protect her.

She seemed ready to speak then but before she could, the phone began the final stage of the transformation, letting out a high pitched whine that grew in intensity until a bright flash blinded the two of them. In the relative silence and darkness that followed, the two of them rubbed their eyes and then turned their attention back to Danica's nude body.

He smiled down at her, reassuringly. “How does that feel?” he inquired.

“It's…” her little voice hesitated, searching for an apt word to describe her feelings. “It's awesome.”

He watched as she got to her feet, wobbling unsteadily on the uneven soft surface of the comforter.

“It's like a dream,” she declared. “Everything is so enormous.” She gazed around the room again, and again her attention turned to him, she smiled bashfully, turning away. “You're so huge… so… powerful.”

He shifted his weight on the mattress, ever so slightly, creating a mini earthquake, which caused her to stumble and drop to her tiny behind.

They shared a giggle, thrilled at the implications of the power imbalance between them. He could do just about anything he wanted to her now, and she would be helpless, without a shred of hope to resist him. He could dominate her with even his pinkie finger now. Both of them seemed intoxicated by the implications of this total imbalance of control.

“Hey?” she said, sitting up and getting on her knees, seemingly preparing to beg him for something.

“What is it?” he asked. 

She seemed bashful again, hesitant to finish her request. “Could you do something for me?”

“Sure,” he said. “Anything.”

She looked over at his crotch. “Unzip your pants. Take… you know, take it out.”

“Oh?” he said, surprised at how quickly this was progressing. “Okay.”

He unzipped the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning them as well. Then, he pulled down his boxers and jeans, just far enough to lift out his cock and balls for her to see them over the hill of his thigh.

She rose to her feet and stumbled over to his leg catching her balance by grabbing a belt loop on his jeans. Determined now to reach his exposed cock, she began climbing up the waist of his jeans as he held his hand beneath her, prepared to catch her if she fell. She climbed over his zipper and stood on the bare flesh of his belly for a second, steadying herself before walking forward toward his slowly stiffening cock, getting her feet momentarily tangled in his pubic hair. She stumbled unsteadily forward, drawn onward by some irresistible compulsion to touch his giant cock.

At last, she reached it, and hugged her whole body against it, wrapping her arms around the trunk-like girth of it, her hands not quite touching on the opposite side.

Danica hummed happily. “So warm,” she said. “Like a heated blanket.”

She climbed up on top of his cock, straddling it between her thighs as she rested her breasts on top of it.

That little bit of movement was enough to make him stiffen up fully.

She gasped as what must have seemed like a horse beneath her swell in size.

“So… big!” she cried, excited, unconsciously rubbing her crotch against him.

He smiled and said, “Do you think you can still make me cum at that size?” setting her a challenge.

She smiled widely. “I'm sure, gonna try.”

She began, riding his cock like a rodeo bull, rubbing her hands up and down the shaft, searching for the spots that elicited the most intense reaction from him, finding the most sensitive place just beneath the bulbous head above her, which had begun dripping with precum. After making that discovery, it did not take her long to push him to his limit.

Tim felt himself tipping over the point of no return and made a split-second decision to grab her body by the waist, gently lift her up between finger and thumb, and hold her in front of his cock, right in the firing line, to receive the load she had just coaxed out of him. The first blissful spurt hit her squarely in her chest, soaking her tits in sticky hot semen. The next spurt nearly hit her in the face, but she blocked most of the stream with her outstretched hands. The next spurt hit her lower half, and dripped down her legs, like hot frosting on a cinnamon roll. Tim dropped her onto his shirt below, where his cum was collecting into a pool as she turned away from it, letting it soak her hair in the process. As the last weak spurts finished pumping toward her, she was left, kneeling on her hands and knees, facing him, looking like a wet cat.

As he slumped back against the wall and recovered from his orgasm, a moment of regret cut through the pleasure for having forced her to bathe in his semen. “S-sorry,” he said. “That was… maybe too much.”

Danica lifted her little head, hair still dripping with his semen, and smiled. “That was amazing!” she cried and began fingering herself between her legs, using his cum as a lubricant. “I loved it. I love it!” Her fingers sped up, plunging deeper into her petite pussy. “I love being…” She gasped. “...your cock slave!” Her fingering reached its peak and stopped, her body tensed, and she shuddered a moment. An ecstatic moan escaped her lips. Then, she collapsed on the damp fabric of his shirt, lost in the pure bliss of her own orgasm.

He gazed down at her tiny, doll-like body, lying there in a congealing puddle of his cum, enjoying the afterglow of their sexual encounter, the first real one he had experienced outside of his newly created memories. That raised an interesting question. Was that sex, he wondered, or mutual masturbation? Had he technically lost his virginity or not? Possibly. What were the rules, though? Was it necessary to penetrate her to consider it sex? Did it even matter in such an unusual situation? Ultimately, he decided, whatever had just happened was something that transcended whatever “sex” could be defined as, a moment that had no precedent in human existence. He was like a god to her now, and nothing they did together could be reasonably judged by the rules of ordinary human experiences.

“God,” she said, maybe intuiting what he had been thinking. “It's like fucking an earthquake. So… awesome.”

He smiled down at his little toy-sized woman. Feeling like the most powerful being in the universe.

“What now?” he pondered aloud, sensing the infinite possibilities open to him.

What does he do now?

Tim turns Danica into an actual plastic doll.

Tim creates a doll house for Danica to live in

Tim creates a pet cage for Danica to live in.