You'd never been so nervous in your life. You could feel your blood pulsing around your skull, and it took effort not to puke on the spot. You were really gonna go through with it.
The door opened, and there she was. The woman who'd obsessed you for the past year. You made it a point of pride that you had discovered her before she hit a thousand followers on socials. It made you feel somewhat special.
"Name?" the red-haired woman asked, barely looking up from her phone as you settled in what seemed to be some sort of living room.
The whole place felt cold. A kind of glacial luxury you thought was reserved for large corporate offices. Did she live here? You realised you had no clue.
"Hey, your name?" she asked again, snapping her fingers in front of your face. You had repeated this scene a thousand times in your head. Come on, with confidence. The name stayed caught in your throat. You coughed. Apologized. Started again. Success. Yet you couldn't help but blush and look down at the ground as you watched your Mistress gaze at you with piercing judgement.
"Right... Gimme a sec to find your paperwork." she replied. You wanted to tell her that it was no problem, but stopped yourself before the air left your lungs. Who were you to tell her if something was a problem or not?
"Everything's in order. All the docs are signed as I requested. Good boy." Your crotch tingled at the prompt, your mind actively ignoring the contempt in the woman's voice. As blood rushed across your body, a wave of adrenaline reignited your senses dulled by anxiety. You were suddenly aware of the smoking Cadco shrink ray still smoking on the table. Your heart missed a beat as you watched a man, trapped under a drinking glass, seemingly begging for your Mistress' attention. Next to him, a woman seemed to regain consciousness. You heard the faint sound of retching coming from her tiny form.
"I swear you don't wanna know what'll happen if you puke on my table bitch." the red-haired woman spoke in a single breath, her eyes fixed on her phone as her fingers scrolled across your papers. The shrunken woman immediately stopped herself, fighting her every instinct in hope to avoid angering the woman who now owned her.
"Aren't you afraid of having tinies so close to your shrink ray?" you blabbered, every other word barely audible. Had your mouth ever felt so dry? The woman's lips twisted into a faint snicker.
"You try pulling the trigger on this thing when you're her size. Plus, shrinking really takes a toll on you things. You don't mind that I call you that do you? Force of habit." You immediately nodded that it was okay, as your crotch once again made the blood in your body race too fast.
"Alright bi-" your Mistress gazed up and down at you. "Kinda big boy. You ready?" her eyes set right in yours, causing you to immediately look down at her stiletto-clad feet. Those things could kill. They probably had.
That was it. The moment you had dreamt of your whole life. The leap into the unknown. An irreversible process that would see you enjoy your deepest fantasy at the cost of everything you were, are, and would have been. You nodded yes. You wanted to throw up.
"It's your funeral. I'd tell you this is your last chance to turn back and run away, but since you've already signed all your assets over to me, and you've basically got the same legal status as a 2B pencil, it wouldn't be such a great life out there for you." You looked behind anyway. There was nothing out there for you. Yet you were nothing in here either.
"Thought so. Okay, last reminder before we get you down to your inner size. I'll be recording this." she said, pressing a red button in her recorder app. "I'm Jennie Thomas, also known as Mistress Kay. Today's date is October 23rd, 2028 and the time is 3:34pm. We're in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I'll now be presenting the volunteer with final reminders." she spoke mechanically, as if she'd done this thousands of times. She probably had, you thought to yourself, remembering every giantess clip you'd bought from her, all featuring different shrunken people.
"You are here of your own consent. Say 'yes' to confirm." She looked at you, waiting for your thoughts to cut through the panic and register what she had just asked.
"Yes" you said, the word almost staying stuck in your throat once again.
"Good enough. You are aware that you're volunteering for a rapid shrinking procedure, using a Cadco RR-16 Shrink Ray, Serial Number: AJ91HGWKN. Say 'yes' to confirm." She once again looked up to you.
"Yes" you said, with more assurance.
"This process will shrink you down to 1.5% of your initial size. This process is permanent. Shrunken individuals are not recognized as citizens by the Canadian constitution. Shrunken individuals are not recognized as human beings following the Supreme Court Judgement 2025 SCC 11, R vs. Underwood. You understand the papers you've signed confirmed the deletion of your fundamental rights, including your right to own property, which you've subsequently transferred ownership over to me, Jennie Thomas?"
"Yes" you repeated. She was right. Everything was already hers. Everything you'd ever work for in your life, in the pocket of this twenty-something domme. The matter of fact tone hurt the few strands of pride left in you. This looked so normal to her.
"Good. Now, regarding the contract I signed with you: with an estimated net worth transfer of $134,089 CAD, I am due to render the following services — shrinking of the volunteering individual and preservation for a minimum of three months. After that period, I am no longer obligated to provide proof of life for said individual." She spoke the words flatly, sending a cold shiver down your spine.
The deal was simple. She was a hot, up and coming domme that had made size content her niche. She was always in need of shrunken props, and people like you existed - ready to throw everything away to live out their fantasies. A technical win-win. In reality, she was getting everything to better her life, while you'd probably die in a humiliating way 3 months from now to satisfy the fantasies of other size fetishists.
"Yes." you replied.
"Shut up. This one's just for me." she snapped back at you. You felt your cheeks burn with shame. "Okay, now we're good." she said, pressing the red button again to stop the recording. She finally let go of her phone. You watched as her hand traveled to the shrink ray. She flicked the recovering shrunken woman in the ribs, knocking her away from the device. "Take one last look around. You're literally never seeing the world from that vantage point ever again." she spoke softly, almost sensually. Your crotch now burned with excitement.
You looked outside the window. A walled garden met your sight. You were already trapped.
"I'll count to three. When I press the trigger, you'll go blind for a second, and you'll feel like you're dying. At least that’s what I've been told. Your clothes won't shrink with you. Set?"
You weren't set at all. Was it going to hurt so badly? What the fuck were you even doing?
"One"
Your entire body contracted. That was it. You closed your eyes, the image of Mistress Kay printed on your retina. The very last time you'd see her as a peer. An equal. No, you'd never been equals. A woman able to get you to give up everything just so she can marginally improve her business isn't your equal. She was always... above. Hell, she had everything you ever owned, and she was going to use you to sell $10 clips to perverted randos on the Internet.
"Two"
Fuck, you thought. This is going too fast. There's still so much you could have done. You were good at your job. You were promised such a bright future. Fuck! Yeah, you were. Maybe if you ran fast enough. Or jumped her. No, even if she didn't look it, she'd beat you to a pulp. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe, it'll be great. What would Laura say if she could see you like this. She never liked your kink when you dated. Her husband seems like such a nice guy. Maybe you should call-
"Three."
Mistress Kay was wrong. Dying would have been preferable to this.