"Mr. Alan Baker, the Client, hereby accepts to renounce his rights as both an American citizen and a human being as defined by the US Code upon signing of the Contract."
The words of the Stovent Company's lawyer echoed in Alan's mind, sending tingles of excitement all over his body. By his side, his girlfriend Jessica sat in silence, listening with attention to every article of the contract she was about to become the main beneficiary of. With her hair neatly wrapped in a messy bun, dressed in a bright summer dress and fluorescent Louboutin high heels, she simply looked gorgeous. Fifteen years Alan's junior, Jessica had been the only woman to fully understand his fantasies and looking at her now, about to sign his entire life away to her, he was certain she was the one. Her hand delicately caressed his inner thigh as the lawyer continued.
"Signature of the Contract by the Client will automatically trigger the payment of 120 million US Dollars to the Stovent Company for his size redistribution procedure. Signature of the Contract will immediately transfer all of the Client's wealth and property to Ms. Jessica Russo, the Beneficiary."
"I'll make sure to use your money so much better than you ever did, honey..." Jessica teased laughingly as she interrupted the clearly annoyed lawyer.
"Oh you think you can?" replied Alan, picking up on his girlfriend's taunt.
"For one, I won't use it to become my girlfriend's pet. See, I know best..." Jessica snapped back with a wink leaving Alan speechless with his heart pumping faster than ever.
Across the glass desk, Miranda Jones smiled politely at the joke. As Alan's eyes caught hers, he immediately shifted his focus. His designated Account Manager's gaze made him feel uncomfortable - as if she could see right through him and read his darkest secrets with a simple look.
"May I continue?" the lawyer interrupted, clearly not finding Jessica's remark amusing.
"You may" Miranda replied politely, as she continued to fix a quickly blushing and embarrassed Alan.
"Signature of the contract will immediately make the Client the property of the Stovent Company until purchase by the Beneficiary. In the event the withdrawal close is triggered by one of the signing parties before the pre-agreed sale, the Client will remain the Stovent Company's property until a suitable buyer is found. If the withdrawal close is triggered by one of the signing parties, the Client will not be able to choose or contest the replacement buyer chosen by the Stovent Company.
Upon the size redistribution procedure's completion, the Client will be permanently reduced to the predesignated height of 2.4 centimeters. The Stovent Company hereby engages itself to assure the Client's safety training and re-education during the following two weeks as per the Beneficiary's criteria. Sign here, here and here. Thank you." the lawyer finished as coldly as she started.
The short silence that followed left Alan feeling his throat tighten with anticipation. It was time. The moment he had been so excited for had finally arrived. As he reached for the elegant pen standing on Miss Jones' desk, the Account Manager interrupted his movement.
"Thank you Lindsey. Let's not rush Mr. Baker and Ms. Russo now. This is an important moment for them. Mr. Baker, you can take your time. We understand. We're all human here. Well, for now." Miranda spoke with a confidence only her body language could rival. Alan felt his pants grow tighter at her last remark. Amidst the deafening silence that followed, Alan could only hear the soft sound of his Account Manager's nylon stockings rubbing against the back of her stiletto - her heel constantly on the edge of popping out of the expensive shoe.
"God, she's good..." Alan thought to himself in a flash of clarity as he realized every little thing Miss Jones was doing to get him to sign that life changing contract.
Everything was calculated to the millimeter. As he dared to look up to her again, he found that she was already staring back at him. It felt like she knew his thoughts before they even manifested.
Ms. Jones had been recommended by one of Jessica's friends on a Summer brunch in Long Island. They were told she was the very best Stovent had to offer. At that precise moment, Alan was forced to agree. Finally feeling brave enough, Alan grabbed the pen and inked his signature on the white paper.
"And done!" Mark smiled as he watched the ink dry on the contract. He looked back up expecting to meet Miranda's gaze again but realized her attention was now solely focused on his girlfriend. He had signed his rights away. To Miranda and everybody else, Alan Baker was no more. He was being considered accordingly. His dick twitched at the thought.
"Now Ms. Russo, I remember us discussing that Alan would receive a pet training from us after the shrinking procedure. We would need you to confirm your wishes for his re-education so we can make him the perfect little thing for you." Miranda spoke, more relaxed and friendly now that her deal was closed.
"Oh yes, about that! I know we originally agreed to make Alan a pet, but after reading all about your slave training, I feel like that would correspond to what I have in mind a lot better. Like, do you think you could get him to forget my name and just remember me as Master? No, Goddess! Wait, no better, God!" Jessica replied excitingly, leaving Alan dumbfounded by what he was hearing.
"Jessica, love, that's not what we discussed..." Alan softly tried to say as the three women in the room completely ignored him.
"This can be arranged, Miss Russo. Our trainers do a fantastic job immersing our clients in their new lives. After 2 weeks of intense training, I can assure "God" is the only way he'll ever address you." Miranda replied, completely bypassing Alan's remark.
"Jess... Come on..." Alan tried to get his girlfriend's attention again.
"What?! People are having a conversation about you right now. Gosh that training will do you some good." Jessica breathed out in exasperation at her boyfriend before turning her attention back to her Account Manager.
"Alan's always been kind of a feet and shoe freak. Do you think we should encourage that or remove it? We discussed having him hang around my shoes while I'm going about my day and he's at home. Like, he's always talking about how he could clean all my shoes. I don't know if that's gonna be very useful, you know." Jessica continued as Alan's cheeks flushed bright red as his trusted partner revealed his deepest kinks to strangers.
"We can definitely temper his expectations, Miss Russo. Though, our clients' feedback after they opted for a slave training tend to indicate their shrunken slaves do pretty good at ground tasks - shoes included" Miranda replied, matter-of-factly.
"Do that then. I just want him to do whatever I say when I say it. Get him accustomed to working with high heels too, he'll need the experience for sure!" Jessica laughed at her own joke as she popped her heel out of her Louboutin and let the shoe dangle off her toes.
"Sure thing. Will you be keeping his name?" Miranda continued.
"Oh I hadn't thought of that. Interesting!" Jessica replied giving some thoughts to the idea. Out of fear, Alan interrupted her.
"Come on now, if I may just-" he started, but this time, it was Ms Jones' gaze that stopped him in his tracks.
"You may not. While I'm fully aware this is a confusing moment for you, I'd like to remind you that you signed away your right to "may anything" alongside all the others a few minutes ago. Right now, you're considered just as much as the pen you're holding by the people in this room. It can be scary, and many of our clients need a little sedative to feel better before the procedure. Should I get you one?" Miranda spoke clearly, her tone shifting to become much stronger than a second ago. The show of strength and confidence she put on immediately brought Alan back to Earth as his mind finally settled.
"No..." Alan replied in a whisper.
"Properly now." Miranda snapped back on the same first tone. Alan knew immediately what she expected, as he had roleplayed it so many times in his life. It felt so much more frightening now that it was real.
"No thank you, Miss Jones." he replied clearly, keeping his eyes down towards his interlocutor's sharp stilettos below the glass desk. Miranda smiled as she saw Jessica hang onto her every word as well - this time out of admiration.
"Good boy. Perhaps if you keep that up I'll let you kiss my shoes goodbye once I see you again in two weeks. I'm sure the perfect slave you'll be by then will be delighted. Isn't that right...?" Miranda turned to Jessica, expecting her to reveal the name she had chosen for her property.
"Speck" Jessica replied, a wide smile spreading across her face as she uttered the single word.
"A fitting choice, Miss Russo. Speck will now follow the gentlemen behind him to be prepped for the procedure while Miss Russo and I finish discussing the terms of his training. Time to say goodbye, for a while..." Miranda spoke commandingly.
As Alan kissed Jessica goodbye for now, he looked back at the three women in the room. For the last time, he was seeing the world from the vantage point of a man. The thought of them towering above his fragile body terrified him. Though really, they all could see the bulge in his pants as he turned around and walked out.
Well, did you find the tiny yet? Stop looking, you won't find one here - at least not one that's visible. Inspired by Taedis' amazing Shrink Inc trilogy, this piece is one I've been wanting to make for a long while. I've worked on Miss Miranda Jones' character some time ago and I knew she was the perfect fit for a cold-blood deal closer at the Stovent Company - taking millions of dollars in commissions as she sells men and women their shrinking fantasies.
As always when my work in inspired by Taedis, I recommend you to check out her work. It's absolutely brilliant. If you enjoyed my accompanying story here, you'll find more of it when buying Taedis' novels.
I hope you enjoy it! It's a bit different since there is no apparent size difference yet, but I tried to make it so we could feel how much bigger the women in the room already were compared to Alan. I hope I somehow nailed it - let me know :)