The Shrinking Machine Ch. 02

She winced, then gasped as I tweaked one of her nipples between my fingers, watching her young boob bounce delightfully as I released it. I hadn't super-sexualized her sense of touch yet, so it wasn't a welcome caress... it would be, though. She was younger than me now. My pussy was already soaking.

"The next part is mine, right?" I heard Summer's small voice in my ear.

I nodded, then spoke, making her shiver. "Yep." I looked down at the redhead. "Time to change some more, Jennifer. You already look great though. Sexy little redhead; they had to have been all over you. What did you get up to the first time you were this age? Play with any other girls in the eighties?"

"Not your business." She said it flatly, but politely. Hmm. Guess she was taking that 'say or do nothing mean' thing to the letter.

I shrugged. "All your business is mine now... but I'll let you have a secret or two. Still, you could at least be a little grateful. You should be feeling a lot healthier right now, at least. Oh..." The tuning fork sound was audible again. "... get ready for round two. Let's see those boobies grow!"

Summer clapped her hands and cheered, while Jennifer's eyes widened and looked down as I stepped out of the way. We still weren't sure if the thing cast a linear beam like that, where if someone was standing in the way it could interfere - my best guesses said no, not based on what I knew and since it apparently worked through walls, but a best guess was all I had. Claiming Jennifer as my own was in large part all about clarifying those things. Still, I had to admit she was coming along better than I expected.

A twinge of need shot out of my clit as I saw the first hints of her boobs expanding right before my eyes. They swelled gradually, growing upward and outward from her chest, her body diminishing in the process as the machine took what it needed from all the rest of her to do its work.

She was gasping, her breath heaving enough to make her growing boobs jiggle a little more each time as they gained the mass to do so. Summer told me the sexual thrill of it was exquisite, and it only got better with every breath as the nerves in her nipples also multiplied, turning them into true pleasure centers just like her clit.

They stopped growing when they were much bigger than handfuls, softball-sized on her petite frame. Her puffy nipples had to be two and a half inches across, sensitive domes of flesh that still transmitted the raw erotic pleasure of the transformation straight to her brain; how did Summer know they'd look so perfect that way? I normally like them small, but damn, I just wanted to fill my mouth with them right here. Her new boobs were bigger than the jugs I'd put on Summer... but that was before I shrank her.

Jennifer had had a good figure before, but Summer's changes were turning her into a knockout. Her hips widened and butt rounded out, with more jiggly give than Summer's taut and springy ass. Like Summer, all the hair below her neck slowly retracted inside her body and vanished forever - including the patch over her sex - claimed by the machine as fodder for her other enhancements.

Her thighs became more toned, losing the baby fat she'd had around them before, and her feet became a little smaller even as they crept toward us - her height diminishing the whole time, more quickly now than the last two rounds. Arms softened, and her hands became a bit smaller and cuter, waistline tightening to give her a fine hourglass shape.

A set of very specific adjustments to her face combined in a way I hadn't really understood as Summer relayed them to me - but now, it made perfect sense. The bridge of her nose changed, and her nose itself; her eyebrows and lashes too. Her grey eyes became notably larger, giving her a pretty, almost innocent look... until you looked at the rest of her body, which was the image of desire.

Her lips plumped up a bit, and something delightful happened to her tongue that we couldn't see but I knew was in there; even her chin and jawline changed subtly. Her subdued curls abruptly changed in seconds into bright red wavy locks, spreading around her head like a mane - taking a much greater length aside from its shiny fullness. While it was hard to tell with it splayed about, I could tell it would touch even her ass when left down straight.

A model's face emerged, blue-eyed surrounded with fire-red waves; genuine and goddess-beautiful... and shrinking bit by bit into powerless, insignificant sexiness as the machine changed a goddess into a slave. The tuning-fork sound stopped, and my eyes went wide as I looked at her more close - turned to kiss Summer for a fantastic job.

"I'm..." She looked down at herself, face incredulous - but also confused and awash with what had to be erotic glee at the sensations she was experiencing. "...you're turning me into, some kind of, uhh..." She shook her head. "...I'm getting so hot... are you making me a nympho or something...?"

"Yeah, that's just the beginning of that." I shrugged, knowing it was safe now to reach down and take those wonderful tits in each hand, gently massaging them as she gasped. "You see, that's just the physical effect of your sensitive new boobs and the changes it's making to your other nerves. We haven't even drenched your brain with your new lesbo sex drive yet. See - your new life is going to be awesome. And you really will get to see everything of Dad's... tomorrow morning. We've got to put you through your paces tonight."

I put Summer down on Jennifer's chest for a moment, carefully listening for the beeps from the computer as it loaded the next program after the cooling cycle completed. I had to let my little slave inspect her work. The massive domes of Jennifer's tits rose up almost to Summer's waist, and that was with Jennifer on her back.

"I love them, Mistress..." She was leaning across, pressing her hand to the side of a puffy, stiff nipple. Jennifer was fidgeting at the touch of her tiny hand, likely finding it more erotic than she expected, and I let my far larger hand join Summer's, squashing the perky boob for a moment. Summer looked up at me. "... they're so much bigger than I was thinking they'd be, but they're so awesome!"

"Oh, her big new boobs won't be that big for long, Summer." I turned, smiling to Jennifer as I heard the beeps - scooping up my tiny slave and depositing her on my shoulder again. "Soon, she'll shrink so small that her big tits will just be handfuls to you."

"Yesss..." Summer squirmed, digging herself into the knitwork of the sweater again as she fixed her eyes on Jennifer. Dr. Rose herself trembled with anticipation, gritting her teeth and squinting her eyes shut. I reminded myself - next one I shrink, do something to make her want to keep her eyes open as she gets smaller. I want to look her in the eyes as it happens, see the expression she makes as she loses all but a tiny fraction of herself. For me.

I stepped away, and the sound came again - this time more intense, as the machine prepared to burn a much larger share of the accumulator's charge. I was burning through almost eighty percent of it today; it was a risk, sure, but the benefit of gaining Jennifer's expertise, and the possibility of truly understanding the machine and its theory was invaluable. True, I didn't actually have to shrink her to get all that, but... hey, it's me.

Summer's hand was speeding wildly around her clit, and mine was fast at work too, as I leaned against the far wall. We weres watching the same transformation she'd undergone a few weeks ago - another girl, reduced permanently to a completely inferior and dependent state. It was driving my tiny slave at least as wild as it was me.

I could hear a strange grunting from Jennifer as she made a meaningless struggle, slowly giving way to long and soft moan of pleasure as the machine began to subtract from her. Bit by bit, her size diminished before our eyes - inches forever lost as she sped toward her new life as a pocket-sized sex toy... moonlighting as a quantum physicist.

Wonderfully large and shapely boobs shrank down to apple size; all the rest of her dwindled down with them. I felt the shocks - not waves, more like blasts - of pleasure from my clit as I watched it. This was the ultimate thrill to me. I cried aloud, no longer caring who heard; I'd have to smooth that over with the neighbors later, maybe. I needed somewhere I could work in private. Mental note for later... kind of busy coming super-hard right now.

My stance widened as my fingers worked inside my soaked panties, the hem of my jeans now pushed below my ass as I finger-fucked myself. Summer was between orgasms herself, staring wide-eyed at the spectacle.

Desperate for more pleasure, nipples stiff and uncontained as they rubbed against the sweat-cooled knitwork of my sweater, I took her in one hand and placed her on her scarf for a moment as I tugged the sweater up over my head. The room was super-hot and humid already, and it was going to go over a hundred shortly. Good thing the windows were already open.

I picked Summer up again, this time unceremoniously tugging out the hem of my boy-short panties and dropping her inside. She was the reason I'd bought a supply of this particular kind; I could snugly fit her entire body inside them and still walk with no risk of her falling out. She landed awkwardly, limbs sticking out the sides and hair in a tangle.

The professor was three feet tall now, boobs the size of mandarin oranges - they jiggled as she squirmed in pleasure, even my commands struggling to contain the natural response of her body to the overload of pleasure. Well, they hadn't been the kind of commands I was able to give Summer; they'd been the kind of diet version. A large sweat stain, roughly the imprint of her old self, matted the sheet she was on - but she'd diminished toward her center of gravity, now making a far smaller dent in the mattress.

My hands went to my nipples as Summer's knowing, tiny fingers worked my clit, and I felt her squirm herself around, curling almost into a ball, then pushing her knees and thighs together into my snatch. Damn, I was really glad I'd made her more flexible last week. She planted her hands on either side of my folds, bouncing herself in and out of my slick pussy against the elastic fabric while her mouth and tongue loved upon my clit.

"You can use... oh god that's awesome..." I gasped, stroking a finger along the imprint of her back and head through the fabric. "Summer, use one hand on yourself! Make yourself cum together with me! Cum, little toy, cum!"

She wailed aloud at the treat, instantly transferring one small hand to her own sex and redoubling the use of her waist and stomach to pump her lower half in and out of me. I could feel the vibrations of it against my mons. Jennifer was a foot and a half tall now, utterly beyond any possibility of returning to her old life even if she could convince them it was some kind of bullshit skin cream that had cut her age in half and doubled her cup size.

Summer was squirming with uncontrolled desire in my panties, lust flooding her mind. Suddenly, I heard a squeal and felt a jerk as Summer convulsed against my bare sex, unable to maintain her concentration on my clit. I'd never felt her shake this violently, but I knew she was simply lost in the pleasure - there as no danger.

I looked down at her lovingly, feeling the beginnings of my own pleasure in response to her throes as she convulsed against my sex. Sure, she was only half-assing it on my clit right then and I'd have to train her better, but she had become such an awesome, sex-soaked and irresistible little pet. Even as I sensed her orgasm slowing, she collapsed languidly against my body, tiny limbs pressing flat to my hot snatch as the elastic panties pressed her limp form tightly to my skin.

My knuckles whitened and I gripped the edge of the table, hips bucking in the air and threatening to fling Summer right out of my panties as my own orgasm crested... and I heard the sound of the machine stop. Jennifer was fucking tiny, and I looked at her through squinting eyes - mists of tears forming in them as pleasure washed through me like a tsunami. I shook in place, probably looking like I was having a seizure. I was coming so fucking hard and I hadn't even played with myself to get there once Summer was... in her proper place.

It was like a tsunami in more than just power - my thoughts and identity washed away with it. For a few blissful moments it was - I was - simply pleasure, a quivering female body utterly lost in the throes of it. I didn't have a single thought at all.

When it ended, I had to take a moment to get my bearings. I could barely stand, and there was something stuck in my underwear. Why was it so fucking hot in here? Where'd my bra go? Did I just wake up naked in somebody's house after a bender again?

I blinked as I remembered, staring at mini-Jennifer for a few moments and smiling. Jennifer had now been tiny for the better part of ten seconds; she was small and vulnerable, no larger than a doll now. I was seeing stars, so I shook my head, cleared my thoughts, and gently removed a glistening, girl-cum-smelling Summer from my panties. My body was too slick with sweat to let her hang from my bare shoulder, so I put her aside for a moment as I discarded my jeans and panties, then took her in my open palms and stepped toward the quivering Jennifer.

The machine would be cooling for several minutes now, the pumps working overtime as steam filled it up completely. I could barely even see the door only ten feet away, it was so thick. The room was still far too hot for Jennifer to be in danger from the cold. She was lying against the sweat-soaked sheets, still in the same waterslide position as before, visibly quivering.

God, she looked adorable; the exact same sex-pot figure as she'd had minutes ago, but reduced to pocket size. I set Summer down on the same bed, finding she too had lost her bearings from her own overpowering pleasure - so I guided her with a finger on her back, pushing her until tiny bare feet padded over toward her fellow toy. I picked up the ruler sitting next to the computer, lovingly handing it to the larger of my toys. She gave me a slow, almost drunken nod and a beautiful smile through cum-soaked dark hair. I would let her do the honors.

It was, of course, incredibly awkward for her to handle; it squashed against her chest as she spun it around and plopped it down next to Jennifer. I stood up and opened a second window, feeling the incredible rush of cool air against my bare breasts in the process. Air whooshed out, and kept doing so as I stepped away - already cooling off too fast. I was still glowing with post-orgasm bliss as I knelt next to the bed, watching Summer carefully align Jennifer's body to the ruler - flattening her feet upright, then measuring.

"Six and one-eighth inches, Mistress." Summer said it with confidence, checking twice. She looked up at me, then down at Jennifer as she knelt beside the redhead. "Don't worry... it all looks big and scary now, but it'll get better in time."

"I..." She was breathing through her teeth, low and fast.

"Jennifer." I looked down at her, making the command in my voice clear. "You may move freely, so long as you don't leave this bed. I also release you from the earlier order about being nice; you can speak your mind now, little thing."

Her trembling form relaxed a bit, and she sat up, taking deep breaths. She looked around the room, marveling at the terrifying size of it all - my looming face, I'm sure, the scariest of all. Still, I smiled down at her happily; Summer was right, she really had come out utterly beautiful. I was so glad Summer hadn't been jealous when I floated to her the possibility that I might have to shrink and enslave Dr. Rose too. I hadn't even had to ask for her cooperation in turning the machine's power upon another unsuspecting woman.

"There's one last set of changes, Dr. Rose." My hand went out to her, stroking the brilliant red hair of her tiny head. "Don't worry, the stuff with your body is done. The last part is mostly inside your head, but like I said before - I'm keeping almost all of your mind, including your sassy mouth. I can't constrain your intelligence like that, it would mess you up. I need the genuine Dr. Rose in order to understand Dad's theory."

She spoke in a small, trembling voice to me - shaken, by a enormous world and my looming presence, able to squish her in an instant - but not broken. "I... I don't think you can change what I think. You can only command me to say or do things, stuff with my body. You can't order me to try and understand your father's theory. I'll procrastinate. Think of baseball games. Play solitaire in my head."

She paused, biting her tiny lip briefly in the cutest way before steeling herself. "And even if I did, why would I tell you, you... you bitch!" She all but flung it at me, but her voice was so small and high that I wanted to giggle.

Instead of punishing her, for now I only nodded in agreement. "You're sharp, and I like that about you. Yeah, it's true; I didn't give you the full treatment, like Summer here." I bent down, giving Summer a peck on the face - my lips covering almost all of her head. "But we're not through yet. You see, looking through what the machine can do - it's funny, what parts of the brain turn out to be hooked up... or not hooked up... to other parts."

I smiled, extending a pinky finger and gently poking her sensitive breasts, making her gasp and retreat on all fours for a few inches. I continued. "I mean, I'm going to do the obvious stuff, just for entertainment's sake. I'm going to make you want other girls, especially me - and you're going to want sex with Summer and I, and whoever I shrink later... I mean lots of sex. Ten times a day will be the new normal. 'Nymphomania' will only begin to describe how much pussy you're going to crave."

Summer brightened at the bit about the prospect of even more toys - well, that would be down the road, I had other things I needed to resolve in the short term before I started adding more toys. I already knew I would never be satisfied with only two, but I had to be patient.

I flicked a finger under her tiny breast - once-enormous titties now the size of blueberries. She winced, but not in pain - she was still more scared of me than anything. I smiled; that would change. I suddenly remembered there was a lot more in the upcoming package. "The new you will be pretty open to shared love; I can suppress jealousy without messing with too many other things. And Jennifer - you're going to feel a natural, sexy submissiveness come over you soon... permanently.

"Part of that will just be natural at your size - I mean, look at you. You're six inches tall. Of course you'll go along with anything I say, or Summer even. But it's more than that; I'm going to do something pretty neat that I've never tried before. You know those stories about big-time CEOs and whoever, who visit a domme to get whipped in their off-time?"

"Um... yeah..." She was simply quivering in place now, curled up against herself and wide-eyed as she stared up at me.

"That's because those two desires, to be on top of the world and to be on bottom in the bedroom, are related, but not necessarily linked. So I'm going to make you a gentle little sub, but sort of a special kind. You might feel it like a deep pool, underneath your thoughts, that you can kind of dip yourself into and feel better about going along with the desires of people bigger than you. I'm not mean; sure, you're hilariously tiny, but I don't want you to hate it. And it doesn't really affect you being Dr. Rose at all! Isn't that neat?"

I actually was fairly proud of myself for coming up with the whole thing. The only problem? I'd made all those things as a bunch of little pre-set packages that I had sort of mixed and matched. It was hard to know what the end result would be when it all came together. What I was telling her was more like the best-case scenario rather than the expected outcome. We'd see, I guess... but either way, I'd definitely add another loving little slave to the collection today.