The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

THE SHRINKING MACHINE — CHAPTER 2B — PROFESSOR JENNIFER ROSE

I guided Professor Rose inside, ensuring she didn’t trip over any cables.

The new machine room—a converted spare bedroom—was far better than Dad’s old garage. I’d taken the time and done it right—emptying the room completely, then calling in an electrician to add extra power circuits in the room, and a breaker box. I’d then set up the machine, carefully, thinking about the position of each piece and when I needed to be where—all to make girls shrink down into toys forever, as smoothly and safely as possible.

The emitter dominated the middle of the room, still. Its wheeled platform dug into the carpet but it could still be turned and moved. An old bed—a double with a cheap wooden headboard—sat on the far side of the room between two windows, both cracked open to help with heat exchange. It was covered in a basic white sheet, no blankets or pillows. Light steel cables, wrapped in flexible plastic and with adjustable straps for wrists and ankles, sat on the carpet around the bed itself where I’d sunk hoops into floorboards—to hold down my subjects until they’d accepted their loving fate.

I didn’t think I’d need them today, but whatever. I’d wanted to have the extra preparation ready rather than fuck around with a trip to the hardware store when I was already totally fixated on shrinking whoever the next girl would be. Well, I knew who it would be now…

An actual desk sat on the other side of the room by the door, with a halfway comfortable office chair this time, along with the same old PC as before. The accumulator rested underneath the desk again, silently making these incredible wonders possible. The walls were otherwise bare; a white ceiling fan spun lazily above, also to help with the heat. A dozen twelve-gallon water tanks meant for office coolers rested along the empty wall to the left, meant to be poured into the coolant tanks below the emitter if necessary. I had plans for the machine.

Between the computer’s mouse and keyboard sat a rumpled grey scarf, oddly moving. I smiled, leading Dr. Rose over to it. She seemed puzzled, then her eyes went wide when she laid eyes on Summer. I picked up the small brunette gently, bringing her close to my chest and turning to the professor.

I liked the naked-toy-wrapped-in-a-scarf look especially, it was fun and sexy. I made a mental note to buy more scarves; I’d promised yesterday to get her one for every day of the week. I was still learning the care and proper treatment of a miniaturized person. In fact, Jennifer only seemed to realize Summer wasn’t a Barbie doll or something when I reached down, and lifted up an elated Summer with one hand.

“Mistress!” Her small, squeaky voice was barely audible. She held out both arms, and I kissed her whole face as I felt her tiny palms on my cheeks. I sat her down on my palm, my other hand sliding down Jennifer’s side.

“You were a good toy today, little Summer. Do you see Jennifer here?” I held her a bit closer to the woman she had helped me soundly defeat.

Summer glanced back up toward me after giving Jennifer a once-over. “Are you going to make her like me, Mistress?”

“No.” Jennifer’s eyes went wide with horror at that. “No, she wasn’t going to.”

I hushed my little toy. “We’ll see. Because you were good today, you’re going to get a special treat.” I looked upward, focusing my gaze on Jennifer’s terrified face. “Jennifer. Go lie down on that table, face up, and lie in place.”

Despite her state of mind, Dr. Rose’s body complied, mechanically striding over to the bed and lying down. Her arms were straight at her sides and legs tightly pressed together, like she was going down a waterslide or something. I frowned, and walked over to her. I held out Summer.

“Jennifer?” Her eyes met mine again, a silent plea in them. “This is Summer. Earlier, a more feisty and mean Summer tried to do something like what you did to me—to take my machine. Look at her now. Tiny, defenseless, useless as anything other than my toy.”

Her eyes slowly moved down toward my hands, where the miniscule woman happily on her knees upon my palms. She was naked, of course; I hadn’t bothered to buy doll clothes for her. I’d rip them off of her too often anyway. Summer seemed to glow with peaceful happiness right there in my hands, and wrapped one arm around my left ring finger, hugging herself to it and kissing my fingertip.

“And despite all that happened to her, Summer is as content as can be with what she is now. See? I’m not mean. Today’s going to be the best day in your life, Dr. Rose. I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a little game.”

I moved Summer a little closer to her face, letting a bit of the scarf slip to reveal the toy’s nudity beneath. “Summer here was a good toy today. So you’re going to help me reward her. You’ll try as hard as you can to make her come, with just your mouth and tongue; I want your arms and legs to be flat to the bed the whole time.

“If you reach the goal—let’s say… three orgasms in ten minutes—then I’ll let you pick how I change something about you. The rest will be fair game for me.” I paused. “Oh, I guess you might not like pussy... yet. Well, time to learn!”

With that, before Dr. Rose could respond, I deposited Summer—legs spread wide—atop the professor’s mouth. I walked back to the emitter, hearing the sounds of Jennifer’s tongue suddenly and desperately attacking the overjoyed Summer. I tightened a few more of the cable fittings and checked all the coolant fittings. Yeah, looked good.

I plopped down in the chair and looked at the program I’d had Summer bring up. This was my—early alpha—frame capture display. Dad’s software took in the totality of a subject’s being as data, down to the individual molecules, but he’d never thought to actually make it able to display that in a nice, convenient way. It only displayed boring numbers and digits, like that ‘real astronomy’ bullshit they’d showed us for a lab in my single, bombed science class in college. A couple monitors looking at radio signals. I’d been expecting to see Jupiter.

Her body was slowly rotating, nude, on the screen; well, I’d already seen that. I tabbed over to the more interesting section at the moment, the mental state summary. How it used quantum physics to encapsulate the mental and emotional state of a human being in a couple paragraphs… fuck if I know. Was all this stuff written into a mystical book in the universe, and Dad’s theory just let him pluck out some passages from in between atoms?

Professor Jennifer Lauren Rose

Age 56 years

Dr. Rose is primarily fixated on a declining career, and a life which never seemed to deliver on any of her expectations. Despite numerous relationships, many notable articles and contributions, and an active lifestyle, she has never even briefly felt fulfilled or loved.

She is best known among colleagues and students for her scathing wit, which she seemingly has little ability to control or ‘turn off’ in polite company. This habit, once considered funny and a defining trait in her youth, has become increasingly nasty over the years as she felt more and more disappointment with her life—and herself, though she cannot face the latter.

She received tenure under a previous dean and is considered an artifact of a previous era, and most will not miss her when she finally retires.

Well, I’d been mostly right. I hadn’t seen Summer’s entry before I changed her, but when I tested this display on her after I finished it, it had made me smile… and had me horny. She’d been surprised when I suddenly decided she needed a ‘treat’ or three, and had happily plunked into my hot bathtub with her and made her come a half-dozen times.

I tabbed out of the unfinished display program. I eventually wanted to make it the main interface, but I hadn’t mapped the tens of thousands of variables the machine could modify to all the different slider bars and things yet. I put it back into Dad’s command line mode, and ran the diagnostic from it. All nine major subsystems reported ‘GREEN’ in nice big letters down the list. Accumulator charge at 96%.

I toggled the machine into high-power mode; doing what I had in mind on low-power mode would take hours, and I didn’t feel like waiting that long. I re-oriented the primary emitter to point at the redheaded doctor with my miniature lover atop her face.

Summer had her palms flat on either side of Jennifer’s nose, and was bucking her hips to the explorations of Dr. Rose’s tongue. I sometimes treated Summer to this same affectionate tongue-bath, when I thought she had been good—though I had to say, Dr. Rose was considerably more awkward about it. I’d had a lot more practice eating out eight-inch-tall girls though.

I began tapping away at the keyboard, smiling to myself as I heard the tiny quails of Summer’s first orgasm. It had taken Jennifer the first few minutes just to figure out what she was doing with a tiny, incredibly horny woman straddling her mouth and begging for pleasure, but she was working overtime to get Summer there again now. I quickly marked a piece of paper nearby, starting a tally so I wouldn’t forget. I had to budget everything I had in mind for her based on the available power and coolant supply.

I put together a list, and assigned some priorities; I was getting proud of how systematic I was becoming with the use of the machine. When I put my mind to something, I could figure most things out. I ended up marking down a second tally before I was through as I absently listened to another set of cries, Jennifer’s tongue mauling Summer’s tiny pussy and even reaching up to the undersides of her breasts to make the grape-sized things bounce delightfully.

I messed with more settings, stopping to think a few times. This was new territory; I couldn’t risk damaging Jennifer’s expertise, the way I clearly did with Summer. Jennifer was one of a kind, the only person on the planet with a head start on understanding Dad’s theories… and the only other one qualified to interpret his horribly written notes. His handwriting alone was a field in and of itself.

I was going to have to leave almost all of the ‘Dr. Rose’ part of her intact. How to do that, but also make her loyal to me to a fault, and—greed got the better of me here—still turn her into the second toy that both Summer and I wanted her to be? That red hair was growing on me…

I glanced up at Summer a few minutes later—her whole body covered with a thin sheen of glistening sweat, gooey spittle coating her lower midsection—bucking her hips wildly, having reversed herself so that she now faced down towards Jennifer’s nude body, her hands pressed into the larger woman’s chin.

I saw her tense, quiver, and, just before I’d figured I would give up and deny Jennifer the choice I’d promised—she gave a short series of cries, hips bucking wildly over Jennifer’s lips. Not an earth-shattering orgasm, but I could tell she was more than happy with it.

I shrugged to myself; well, I was flagrantly amoral and perverted beyond belief, but I wasn’t a liar. Not full-time anyway.

Standing, I looked down at some of the options I’d put together on the pad of paper. As I reached the side of the bed, Summer rolled off Jennifer’s face and fell flat against the pillow, panting and coming up onto all fours, her limbs shaky and hair matted to her neck and back. I scooped her up with one hand, idly depositing her in the collar of my sweater—where I knew the bulky garment she could tangle her feet and hands into would suppress her fear of heights, and my warmth would keep her comfortable. The small weight of her body on mine felt good, too.

Her spittle-soaked backside came to rest on my collarbone, and I felt her tiny feet bump my skin not far below—then her relaxed, sated breaths as she leaned against my neck, gathering up a lock of hair in her hand to help keep herself upright. She’d told me that my voice sounded like that of a goddess in that spot, filling her world, and it helped her focus on something other than the occasional glimpse of the distance to the ground. Really needed to cure that in her.

“Okay—Jennifer—here’s what I have for you.” I held up the paper in my hand. “You can pick one of these three things: Your—”

She cut me off before I could start. “Please don’t make me like her! I want to stay normal! I’ll do whatever—”

I scowled, pressing one finger over her lips again and making a ‘shh’, leaving my finger there. “Not an option. You’re going to shrink—today, and permanently, and there’s nothing else to say about that. Now that we’re on the backup plan—well, the original backup plan had you shrinking to Summer’s size… but because you made a nasty comment about my height earlier, I’m going to make you even smaller than her, and you’ll obey Summer when it doesn’t conflict with obeying me.”

She was looking at me, aghast, and… I suppressed a giggle as she actually whimpered. Summer squealed with delight, positively ecstatic at the news. I continued. “Personality is also off the table; I already have the changes for you there loaded into the computer and ready to go. There’s too much at stake to play around with that, and the new you is going to be a treat.”

I tapped the finger I had on her lips. “Don’t worry, I’m actually keeping far more of ‘you’ than you probably think.” I took my finger off, giving her a reassuring smile that didn’t seem to work. I added a bit more. “And Jennifer—don’t interrupt me again, you might forfeit your choice.”

She blanched, and swallowed, but was silent. I continued. “Anyway—here’s how it works. There’s three categories: how you’ll look once you’re small, how old your new body will be stuck at, and your career once you’re mini-size. You pick one of those things, then I pick what you get for one of the remaining two. The choice for the last category goes to Summer.”

My toy gasped from her perch on my collarbone—she clearly hadn’t expected to be included. A special treat. I continued, holding up the pad again with the choices written in my chicken scratch as I used the other hand to stroke Summer’s hair. “What will it be?”

“I... oh no...” She trailed off, obviously in some distress as she tried to decide, or tried furious to find some last-ditch way to get out of this. I looked around the room briefly, and then gave my overjoyed Summer a little squeeze—feeling those grape-sized tits squash under my finger, tiny nipples still erect enough to poke into my skin. Her legs had dried off by now—but I could feel a spot of wetness on my collarbone, where her pussy was leaking its copious fluids out onto my body. Jennifer finally turned back to me.

“How could I even have a career... I mean... won’t I be, you know, a doll? Like her?”

“Think outside the box, Jennifer! Summer here might have given up her old life for me—but her online paralegal business is already off to a good start. She types a bit slow at her size, but she’s getting better, and she’s quick with a small touchscreen. It gives her something to do when I’m not playing with her.” I shrugged my left shoulder upward, pressing Summer against my cheek. She snuggled up to me briefly.

I glanced back at Dr. Rose. “You wouldn’t be able to share anything about the machine or its theory, of course, but I’m open to suggestions. I want my pets to be happy. Especially if they’re good girls.” I paused, finally adding a bit more. “If you don’t pick career, I’ll pick something else for you, suited to the new you. Or I’ll just let you lie around and do nothing all day, like a cat, but for someone like you I suspect that might be worse.”

She closed her eyes, sighing, then looking away, now seeming exhausted and cutting me off. “Fine... I’ll take my chances with whatever career I can salvage... at least I’ll still have a little of myself. Do whatever you want with the other two things.” She sounded resigned now. She turned her head away to face the wall.

“Career it is! I hope you’re ready. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt at all. Summer actually says it feels great to shrink.” I gave Summer another squeeze, then walked back to the computer. I whispered quietly to Summer, well out of her hearing.

I picked age, which gave Summer her looks. I set her new self to an even twenty years old, younger than even Summer, then let my tiny slave start to compile a list—the physical traits for her ideal image of slave-toy Jennifer. Summer would be playing with Jennifer at least as much as me, especially if I added more toys… and Summer would be looking at her from much closer up—so I figured, why not let her fine-tune Jennifer’s looks.

I’d already been fairly certain Jennifer would pick career anyway, but this way she’d at least think that she had some choice in the matter and might adapt to her new life faster. That kind of thing seemed to be hard to fake with the machine, or at least I hadn’t found the variables yet.

It didn’t take very long to type everything in once Summer had her ideas put together. She was surprisingly talented at it, I realized; she thought of the little details far more than me, who had basically just inflated her boobs before shrinking her. Summer occasionally giggled as she looked over the set of mental and physical transformations I had already put in, pointing at one or the other as I tapped them in.

She spent a while, describing in heated whispers to me exactly how she wanted Jennifer to look—and I, of course, made sure to set it to freeze her aging process after I dialed back the clock on her new body’s age. I’d already done the same for Summer a few days ago.

We took one last look, and then I took Summer in one hand—which she bore with only minimal trembling. She was at least trying to get over her fear of heights. I pressed the Commit button, and heard the machine spinning up. I stood, and walked over to Dr. Rose’s side as the machine reached peak charge, and the field extended into her. I slipped a finger between Summer’s legs and found her miniscule pussy as my other hand snaked under the waistband of my tight, boy-short black panties.

The machine would work in stages, ordered in the way that consumed the least accumulator charge. First it would regress her age to a nubile twenty years, fixing her old tattoos to make them look fresh in the process—then it would begin Summer’s chosen transformations to her body. After that it would permanently rob Jennifer of almost all her size, and it soaked my panties just to think about seeing that again.

Lastly, it would slip into her miniaturized, but no less intelligent, brain and make a carefully designed set of adjustments to her mind, her hormones, and sex drive. It wasn’t a big difference in the charge it saved to do it all in that order, and the truth was I’d have done it in that order regardless because I thought it would be hotter for her to shrink while she was still, mentally, Dr. Rose.

A hissing sound began as the distilled water in the machine’s coolant pipes reached a boil, steam pouring out its sides in a haphazard pattern. The lights dimmed as the machine put a significant power drain on the condo building, preparing to have its way with Jennifer’s existence the way it had already with Summer. No more sparks or short-outs this time. A light keening sound, like a small tuning fork, signaled that the machine was beginning upon Jennifer. She shivered in place, unable even to squirm.

I stepped around the steam, approaching so Summer and I could both watch. It was already visible. The lines on her face were vanishing, and on her neck and hands too; spots vanished, and her tattoos were taking on cleaner definition. I was coming to like them more as her younger self started to emerge. I wondered exactly how wild she’d been in her youth… or if she’d even been wild to this day, but kept under wraps. Her skin took on a brighter, softer appearance, smoothing out and looking more appealing as each second subtracted half a year.

I felt the trembling of Summer’s hips as she bucked her tiny clit on my collarbone, legs spread over my shoulder, and grunted quietly to herself as she came—little hands tangled up in my sweater, miniscule nails digging into my skin but not long enough to draw blood.

The tiny slave really was on a hair trigger; hadn’t she just come three times on Jennifer’s tongue? She wasn’t good enough to fake it, so yeah, she really was that horny. Maybe it was just this particular sight, a woman utterly within my power and being changed to suit only me, that was making her so hot.

Less than a minute later, we were looking at the new Jennifer—old Jennifer?—at no more than twenty years old. She’d been sexy; a red-headed vixen, with matching red pussy-fur, and I could tell that she’d definitely been a wild one. Biker girl, maybe, or metalhead. How many cocks had she bounced on by the age of twenty? Twenty? Fifty? She had made Summer come without too much trouble… maybe that wasn’t her first pussy, either. She’d definitely been living it up, drinking and partying. She’d party again, in a different way, soon.

I could see her height diminishing, only another inch or two this time, as the machine repaired her DNA and froze her aging process as it renewed each and every cell. Repairing those tissues had to use other tissues, blah blah. She’d come out of this not too much smaller, still around my size if a bit bigger. My other hand still fingered my clit. Damn, this was incredible.

Jennifer was letting out a series of heavy gasps as the tuning-fork sound stopped, and the machine swapped programs and cooled for a minute. Steam still hissed out the sides, and I ran a finger along her young chest—skin now soft and springy, and her breasts even more so. Pink nipples, small enough that they might even fit in Summer’s mouth now, adorned her perky tits.

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 were 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.

She was still looking up at me, surprisingly embarrassed now—her hands covering minicule bare breasts and the smooth, pink cleft of her femininity. Curling up tighter against herself, she was still focused on my face, listening intently. I scooted over as I heard the beeps—the machine was starting again.

Jennifer knew the sound too now, and gave a start—quickly scurrying to the far corner of the bed. Useless, of course; her frame was locked in, and she was forbidden to leave the bed. I took Summer in my hand and came to a sitting position alongside the bed, outside the field’s line of fire. As I held the brunette close to my face, so we could together watch Jennifer’s final changes, I finished my thought.

“… The machine can make one other change which won’t actually compromise that ‘Dr. Rose’ part of you, Jennifer.”

She looked at me, wide-eyed as the tuning-fork sound reached its operational pitch. “What? Huh?”

“Oh… it’ll just make you fall head over heels in love with me. With us.” I beamed a smile at her as the machine went to work, finding key neurons in her mind one by one and rearranging them.

This was far more delicate work than I’d done to Summer; I’d actually done the bulk of it two weeks ago, on a stray thought that had kept me up all night. Steady improvements to Dad’s code had helped me discover so many new possibilities. I’d been so focused on the idea for this that I only took one break to wake up Summer and saying ‘dildo’ to her… then shoving her between my legs, fucking myself with her body and strumming hard on my clit—later plopping her girl-cum-slick person back on the pillow and returning to the machine room.

Jennifer’s body visibly relaxed, tension flowing out of her as it eased her thoughts. First thing in the sequence—unlike Summer’s slavish devotion, I’d set the machine to instill a pure, lesbian sexuality while discarding any thought she had of men. Her preference would be for lovers my size and type, of course, but I wasn’t cruel; she would enjoy the company and pleasures of other toy-size girls too. It was surprisingly easy to do things to sexuality without altering the her conscious, thinking mind.

New images and desires would be creeping through her thoughts with the change, unfamiliar but making her incredibly hot. The female form, slim or curvy. Another woman’s loving face, millimeters from hers, breathless with passion. The beauty of breasts, large and small, the texture of a nipple between her lips.

The delicate folds of a soaked pussy, a glistening and sensitive clit, the taste of wet female folds and the sensation of another woman’s willing sex around her fingers or tongue… more things, forbidden and wicked things, ran through her mind and subverted any other sexual thought she had, or could ever have again.

Next was love. A simple word, but a wide-ranging yet subtle emotion, and it consumed a large percentage from the accumulator—nearly as much as shrinking her had cost. I’d carefully budgeted these last changes to finish with just over one percent of minimum charge. I better not fuck up in the next few days… but I wasn’t worried about it. I already knew how I’d be spending those few days, and none of it would involve going outside or taking any risks.

The love subsuming Jennifer’s thoughts was unbreakable, and her expression as she first felt it was adorable. It would be woven deep, around and between every other aspect of her; she wouldn’t be my slave, and while her body had to obey my orders, her mind didn’t. She could sass me all she wanted, but with love as deep as this she’d never betray me. For all her bitchy personality, underneath it all Jennifer really had spent her whole life wanting to be loved—she didn’t have it in her to let down someone felt as strongly for as she did me.

In fact, she’d never truly known what love was, until I saw it fill her eyes as she looked back at me. She’d been in dozens of relationships, even married twice, but nothing felt like this—something that permeated everything, yet got in the way of nothing. She was free to focus completely as a scientist, yet also bound to me forever by more than just the dependency inherent to her new size.

Next, the machine altered her brain and hormonal glands to a state to match her body—filling her with the hormones of a twenty-year-old, and tuning her curiosity and wonder at the world back to the levels commensurate with her new age… and half again more, my special touch.

It was—I think—just enough to impel her to study up on the theory as much as she could, even when tired or bored—but not so much as to actually make her a kid again, who never thought anything through. Exuberance and energy would be seeping into parts of her mind that had been dormant for years, brightening the world around her and making every experience more colorful and special. The prospect of a whole new branch of science that could twist reality itself to our—well, my bidding? She’d find it irresistible… probably. I’d find out whether or not it needed fine-tuning, I guess.

Honestly, I was almost jealous. She’d be pocket size, but she’d have everything she ever wanted. By the time she’d truly digested how much love she had for me, and knew what I needed her to be for me… well, that new submissive side of her would seep through her mind, turning her formidable intellect toward the direction I needed. It would be exhilarating for her to be what I had made her.

I gently set the weak-kneed Summer down on the bed again, next to her new companion. She looked up at me, then down at Jennifer again as I sat down myself—next to the pair. A gentle nudge to Summer’s back and a nod, and she knew I just wanted to watch for now—she was free to have first crack at the newly minted toy.

Summer straddled Jennifer’s waist, and bent down over her face. Just as Jennifer came around, she kissed her new companion, shocking the smaller woman—and also breaking her from the strange fugue she’d taken to while the machine altered her mind. I saw Jennifer’s flailing limbs shoot out from underneath Summer—but my first toy was easily able to overpower my second, forcefully holding her in place for a deep kiss, sticking her tongue deep into Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer tried to resist, slapping small hands against the larger toy.

The redhead soon found her body reacting before her mind could adjust—wrapping her arms, then her legs around her new lover, demurely opening her mouth and allowing free access to her whole, small, nude self. It would seem utterly natural to submissive Jennifer now, I knew, to be used at will by Summer or myself. I watched the two make out for a time—soon Summer didn’t have to hold her in place, and I saw the dark-haired girl’s tiny hand grab a breast that just barely filled her grip, teasing her barely visible puffy nipple.

Summer pressed down harder, putting her small weight on the tiny Jennifer. At their size, there was no danger of Jennifer suffocating or even being uncomfortable, even if it prevented her from moving very far. Summer’s breasts squashed flat against Jennifer’s, larger still than the smaller toy’s even if they’d been smaller before either was shrunk. Proportions are a bitch.

“I’m glad you two get along.” I interrupted them suddenly, taking Summer in two fingers on either side of her ribs—lifting her up for only a moment, only to spin her around and immediately deposit her back atop Jennifer. Both girls were suddenly faced with one another’s pussies. Summer had to arch her back somewhat to allow Jennifer to reach—the redhead, still filled with trepidation and trying to digest new thoughts and desires—found her hands automatically resting on Summer’s ass, but unsure what to do next.

I heard her tiny moan as Summer, without hesitation, devoured the redhead’s bare pussy. Her black hair tossed about as she shook her head, eagerly attacking a new and delicious pussy—one at just about her size, which was a change from what she’d gotten used to recently with my own, that rose up to chest. It didn’t seem to faze her, she was all about the female sex now.

I was a little disappointed at how slow the supposed genius Jennifer was on the uptake—hello, pussy eating time!—so I gave her some help. I slid a pinky finger underneath her her head, and her expression was still perplexed as I forced her entire face into Summer’s pussy. The assault of its smell, wetness, and heat would probably trigger—yeah, there it was. Unfamiliar instincts kicked in, and she began to devour Summer without thinking—it was a sloppy, animalistic attack, but Summer seemed to enjoy it.

My two toys were soon completely lost in one another, making tiny moans and smacks as two pussies were nibbled and played with. I sat up briefly, tugging the sweater over my head—I’d forgotten how incredibly hot it had gotten. I was soaked with sweat. I wiped away sweat from my brow as I tried to watch the two micro-slaves go at it out of the corner of my eye.

Summer had begun to buck her hips slowly, and I knew she was close. My little firecracker could come and come if I kept her going—I’d lost count how many times she’d come today, and it wasn’t even dark yet. I sat back on the bed and played with my nipples lightly as I let the two toys enjoy each other a bit longer.

Jennifer came first—I guess Summer had already come a lot in the past hour or so, though. Jennifer was still fresh and simmering with repressed desires after her pleasant transformation. She went off suddenly, as if even she didn’t expect it—quavering and shaking underneath Summer and threatening to toss her off. Summer managed to hold her in place, then suddenly deposited her hips atop Jennifer’s face as the other girl was still recovering.

Coming up high, she bucked her hips more, effectively fucking herself, rubbing the other girl’s semi-willing face over her clit. Her hands went down to hold Jennifer by the neck—and Summer shook briefly, as another short orgasm blew through her.

They had both come out so well. Summer collapsed on her side, upside-down next to Jennifer—both on their backs, otherwise side by side. I watched their tiny, heaving chests, the sheen of their sweat making both girls’ breasts shine in the dim lighting of the machine room. I knew they’d be getting cold soon, once the heat of their encounter wore off. I licked my lips, wondering how best to keep them warm.

“Summer.” I called down to my black-haired toy.

“Mistress.”

“How about you teach Jennifer about panty rides?”

“Certainly, Mistress! Come on, ginger, get up—” She was taking hold of the newer toy’s hand as I suddenly grasped them both, picking both up in my left hand with a single quick motion. I held them together, breasts squashed against each other’s unique bodies, as I rummaged around for my soaked panties. I found them, awkwardly stepping into the things with one foot then the other, tightening them around my waist. They were cool and still soaked around my waist, but I ignored it, knowing it would heat up soon. An instant later, I opened the hem and then plopped them both down into the messy, feminine place below.

The bulge they made looked obscene; limbs stuck out, and they squirmed and bustled around as the two, tangled up in one another, struggled to get their bearings. It felt ticklish, and also quite pleasant in a strange way. Occasionally, a stray hand or foot popped out of the side of my panties, but I always gently pushed it back within. Fortunately, it wasn’t a thong

Their flailing limbs also brushed my clit once in a while, until one of them—I don’t know which, but probably Summer—seemed to figure out up versus down, and steadied herself against my shaven mons. I felt tiny hands manhandling the other, straightening her out too, until two tiny bodies were side by side, one bigger than the other, together nestled up and squashed against my sex.

I slowly walked out of the room, gasping with each stride as the two girls at the center of my world worked passionately. Even I hadn’t expected Jennifer to embrace her new self this quickly. Maybe I’d gone too far? No going back now… and damn, those little fingers are so good…

God, the smell in there had to be overpowering—I was sweated up in the hundred-degree, humid machine room, and dripping with the need I’d only barely begun to address with the last orgasm as I watched Jennifer shrink. They likely couldn’t see much where they were either; they would both simply be lost in a world of wet femininity.

It didn’t stop them—I felt the vibrations of one girl’s tiny voice, then the other’s, as small hands were guided into place. Was Summer giving Jennifer a crash course, out loud, as they nuzzled together naked in my sex-soaked panties? I couldn’t hear from up here, and didn’t really care. I felt movement down there, shifting.

As I opened the door, feeling cool air from the rest of the condo waft in, I quickly stepped through and out into the living room, closing the machine door room behind me. It would automatically cool itself and go into standby again—but me, damn, I couldn’t stand it much longer.

One of them, I wasn’t sure which, had flipped over, and her tongue was on my sex instead of just hands. Tiny tongues and mouths attacked my clit as I waddled—slowly—out of the machine room and across the house, gasping as they occasionally struck some nerve or another that threatened to make me explode. It was so hot.

I didn’t make it to the bedroom; instead I collapsed on the couch, just before my orgasm washed through me. My hips bucked, flailing the bulge of the two girls trapped in my panties about, and my hands tweaked incredibly stiff nipples. I moaned, louder than I usually did, as the pleasure swept me away for a time. Wave after wave of it, pulsing out from my clit, where my two wonderful little creatures were being so good. I gradually came down from it, catching my breath. I felt their ministrations subside as well, and the hem popped open briefly to reveal two small faces smiling at me. Small hands below were at work, but now on each other.

I rested for a time, feeling them move into an awkward, but loving, little sixty-nine inside the dark place. A few minutes later, Jennifer was quivering and I could hear her small and muffled moans through the thin fabric—and Summer shortly after.

I eventually pulled open the waistband of my panties again and extracted them both before it became uncomfortable. They were both sticky and dirty, and I wasn’t much better—but for the moment, I would ignore it. I cupped both palms together, holding them close to my face. Summer looked more tanned than I thought, next to Jennifer’s pale, smaller body; they almost made for a matching pair. I didn’t regret my decision to make Jennifer smaller than Summer though. She needed that extra submissiveness.

I held them both tight to my chest, in between my bare tits, for a few minutes. They’d be warm for a bit until I could recover completely and go give them a gentle washing—and maybe make them come again before we took a nap together. I congratulated myself on another job well done; maybe it hadn’t been a fluke that it went so easily with Summer. I’d been letting my caution win out most of the time with using the machine, but maybe once I was back a full charge, it was time to step out and really begin to take full advantage of its power.

My mind inevitably turned to thoughts of starting up a whole collection—toy girls of different colors and types, all shrunk down nice and small, but with some delightful variation among them—just like these two. I would take my time with each, carefully orchestrating their gradual removal from the everyday world, their seduction, and eventually their loving miniaturization and enthrallment. If each came out as well as Jennifer, I’d call that a win… and I’d have to make sure they all played well together too, like this particular pairing.

After all, I wouldn’t want my pets to get lonely...