A Change in Perspective (SW, gentle, slow, Amazon, BE, BR)

merritstone · 03-28-2013

A completed story that I will be releasing in chapters. Around 20,000 words. I had an idea to do a story with a very small amount of shrinking. Focusing instead on the effect of a very tall woman becoming a very short one. With that in mind I let the scenario lead me where it would. Honestly the process is very subtle, much like the shrinking. With lots of flashbacks comparing how she is now to what she was then. Enjoy and, as always, feedback is appreciated.

A Change in Perspective
By Merritstone

If a tree shrinks in the forest…

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She was officially short.

Awake, Judy refused to open her eyes- at least for the moment. She could feel the sheets twisting and covering her in a way they never used to. It had been a cool spring. A week ago she would’ve been complaining that her feet were cold as they hung off the end of the bed.

Her tiny fingers slid fumble-blind and found her breasts. They had never been mountains, but now they were definitely molehills. Another week like this and she’d be lucky to have a pair of anthills. Jude’s nipples- also tiny- were surprisingly hard on the top of her slight, firm mounds.

Marching the short trip south down her ever-thinning waist, Judy’s fingers found her narrow hips. From there they slid down the V-shaped path to land at the top of her increasingly teeny-tiny pussy. The inviting wetness encouraged her digits to take a short break from their trek, but almost regretfully they moved on. Across her short toned legs, slipping past delicate calves, and finally stopping at her child-sized feet.

This had become her morning ritual, and like every morning since it began she found herself further reduced. Before looking at herself, she had feel how much smaller she had gotten. Part of Judy’s brain told her that this was psychosomatic. Sure, everything felt smaller but how could it? The hands touching her were smaller, too. To her own touch, everything should have felt the same… but somehow it didn’t.

She felt like a Russian nesting doll. Every night, giant hands would pull her apart leaving the smaller doll inside. Would it ever end? Was there a final doll, or was she dolls all the way down?

She opened her eyes and hopped out of bed.

“Yep,” Judy said to her unkempt bedroom, “Officially short.”

When she had closed her eyes last night she had been 5 feet 5 inches tall. As small as that had felt, it was an average height for an American woman. Unless she missed her guess she lost another three inches during the night. She was going to be shopping in the petite section next time she went clothes shopping. Hell, if she waited too long it would be in the pre-teen department.

A hard look in the mirror told her she was definitely getting smaller, and not shorter. She still had more or less the same body and proportions that she had 5 days ago. She had been tall (very tall) and athletically slender. If only the room was smaller she could have almost convinced herself nothing had changed. Maybe her legs were a little shorter and curvier, and she could swear her butt looked a touch rounder, but mostly she looked like her old, tall self.

Only pint-sized.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the white noise of the shower shut off. Walking into the bathroom she tried to prepare for the next phase of accepting her new shortness. Casually, she tossed a towel over the curtain rod. Not being used to her size, she miss judged the height, missed, and tossed it again.

A warm masculine voice came from the other side, “Thanks for the towel, babe. I didn’t know you were up.”

“Actually, I guess I’m kinda down,” Judy said quietly.

Busy toweling his hair dry Mark didn’t hear her response. A moment later he threw the towel back over the rack and slid the fogged glass open. He stepped out of the shower completely naked, water dripping off his lean body onto the bathroom rug.

Judy gasped up at the sight on him. He was so tall! Mark was only 5 foot 9 and she was used to him being much, much shorter than she was. Craning her neck to stare at his smiling face felt… wrong.

Looking down Mark’s smile faltered. “Whoa,” he said. “Something wrong, hun? You looked kinda scared for a moment there.”

“N-no, not scared,” Judy replied. “Can’t a girl be awed by her hubby’s god-like physique?”

His smile returned as he struck a muscle-man pose. To be fair, Mark wasn’t a muscle-man, but he was in fine shape. Judy stared at his chest for a moment, but then couldn’t help herself. As if weighed down by gravity, she let her gaze slide lower to where his cock flaccidly flopped against his leg.

She gasped. She couldn’t help herself.

“Now that’s a sound I like to hear,” Mark said.

Judy kept staring. Despite wearing white at the wedding, she had seen other penises. Mark had always been a fairly average size. Average length. Average girth. It was Judy’s parts that had come in extra, extra large. Fortunately where Mark didn’t fill her physically, he made up for it by being the poster child for ‘size doesn’t matter’.

He certainly didn’t look ‘average’ anymore. And then, god help her, it got even bigger. Her husband was beginning to get aroused under her undeflected gaze.

“You know I’d love to, but work waits for no man,” he said. With a shake of his head, Mark paused and pondered out loud. “Wait. Sorry, it’s early. My brain is putting stupid things in my mouth.”

He leaned over and kissed her small lips. Fortunately she looked up in time or else he might have kissed her forehead. A kiss reserved for children and the very petite. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this suddenly very tall man to kiss her like that. A lip to lip connection was much more preferable. Even so, the touch of his large hands made her flesh tingle.

“What I meant to say was: work can go screw. I’ll race you to the bed.”

“No,” Judy said. “Go to work. You’ve got that thing.”

“I’ve also got this thing,” he gestured in a downward fashion. “I’m ready. I’m willing.”

He was, too. She gasped again at his now fully erect cock. It was no good, she had to have it. Without another word she dropped to her knees and pulled the swollen tip of her husband’s penis to her lips.

“Ha, ha. Judy,” Mark said. “That is- My guh-ahhhhhh...”

She had felt small and vulnerable in front of this giant of a man. She had done her best to hide it. If she showed how scared she was it would have hurt him. But now, as her lips parted and the mushroomed head of Mark’s member slid into her mouth she felt powerful again. Once again in control of her life. With a simple intimate act her worries receded. Leaving her feeling wonderful, beautiful, sexy, loved, and loving.

Her jaw opened wider and Judy marveled anew at the size of her husband’s cock- only now from a very tactile perspective. If she kept shrinking this was going to become a real challenge in a couple of days. Of course, with the way this made her feel, that was a challenge she just might be willing to tackle.

Less than 2 minutes later she was rising back to her feet. I might be teensy, but I’ve still got it, she thought.

With a few kind words, she sent her pleasantly befuddled lover back to bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Judy returned to her morning duties. Trying to make her life seem normal. She brushed her teeth with a giant toothbrush. Took a shower with a showerhead far above her own. Dried herself with a king-sized towel, and then got herself dressed in perfectly fitted clothes.

She was used to being able to inspect her outfit in the bathroom mirror, but this morning she could only see herself from the neck up. Tomorrow it would only be the top of her auburn-haired head.

Her husband was just finishing a donut and walking out the door as Judy came downstairs. She stopped before she reached the bottom to kiss him goodbye. Even two steps up she was still only a smidgen taller than he was. Tomorrow she’d be looking up.

“Honey,” she said. “How tall do you think I am?”

“What?” he said around a mouthful of donut. “What’s this sudden obsession with your height? This is the third time this week you’ve asked me the same question.”

“Tell me again,” she smiled nervously. “How tall?”

He cocked a hard eyebrow and then shook it off.

“5’2”,” he said. “Just like I said yesterday, and the day before.”

Not true. Yesterday when she asked he had said 5’5”, the day before 5’8”.

“Are you sure? Take a good look.”

“Positive,” he said. He continued, over-enunciating. “You. Are. Five. Foot. Two. Now give me a kiss, shortstuff.”

Momentarily ignoring other problems, Judy happily complied. Eyes shut, she basked in the false height the stairs gave her.

“You OK?” Mark asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Now get to work.”

He did, but as he turned away Judy opened her mouth to speak again. Using the preternatural bond between husband and wife, Mark could sense the words unspoken on her tongue. He spoke before she could get out a sound.

“5’2”,” he repeated and shut the door behind him.

Judy stood quietly and stared at the closed door, her smile slowly fading.

“But I’m 6’5”,” she said to no one at all.

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merritstone Frequent Poster Join Date: Jul 2005 Posts: 158	A Change in Perspective (SW, gentle, slow, Amazon, BE, BR) A completed story that I will be releasing in chapters. Around 20,000 words. I had an idea to do a story with a very small amount of shrinking. Focusing instead on the effect of a very tall woman becoming a very short one. With that in mind I let the scenario lead me where it would. Honestly the process is very subtle, much like the shrinking. With lots of flashbacks comparing how she is now to what she was then. Enjoy and, as always, feedback is appreciated. A Change in Perspective By Merritstone If a tree shrinks in the forest… --- She was officially short. Awake, Judy refused to open her eyes- at least for the moment. She could feel the sheets twisting and covering her in a way they never used to. It had been a cool spring. A week ago she would’ve been complaining that her feet were cold as they hung off the end of the bed. Her tiny fingers slid fumble-blind and found her breasts. They had never been mountains, but now they were definitely molehills. Another week like this and she’d be lucky to have a pair of anthills. Jude’s nipples- also tiny- were surprisingly hard on the top of her slight, firm mounds. Marching the short trip south down her ever-thinning waist, Judy’s fingers found her narrow hips. From there they slid down the V-shaped path to land at the top of her increasingly teeny-tiny pussy. The inviting wetness encouraged her digits to take a short break from their trek, but almost regretfully they moved on. Across her short toned legs, slipping past delicate calves, and finally stopping at her child-sized feet. This had become her morning ritual, and like every morning since it began she found herself further reduced. Before looking at herself, she had feel how much smaller she had gotten. Part of Judy’s brain told her that this was psychosomatic. Sure, everything felt smaller but how could it? The hands touching her were smaller, too. To her own touch, everything should have felt the same… but somehow it didn’t. She felt like a Russian nesting doll. Every night, giant hands would pull her apart leaving the smaller doll inside. Would it ever end? Was there a final doll, or was she dolls all the way down? She opened her eyes and hopped out of bed. “Yep,” Judy said to her unkempt bedroom, “Officially short.” When she had closed her eyes last night she had been 5 feet 5 inches tall. As small as that had felt, it was an average height for an American woman. Unless she missed her guess she lost another three inches during the night. She was going to be shopping in the petite section next time she went clothes shopping. Hell, if she waited too long it would be in the pre-teen department. A hard look in the mirror told her she was definitely getting smaller, and not shorter. She still had more or less the same body and proportions that she had 5 days ago. She had been tall (very tall) and athletically slender. If only the room was smaller she could have almost convinced herself nothing had changed. Maybe her legs were a little shorter and curvier, and she could swear her butt looked a touch rounder, but mostly she looked like her old, tall self. Only pint-sized. Her thoughts were interrupted as the white noise of the shower shut off. Walking into the bathroom she tried to prepare for the next phase of accepting her new shortness. Casually, she tossed a towel over the curtain rod. Not being used to her size, she miss judged the height, missed, and tossed it again. A warm masculine voice came from the other side, “Thanks for the towel, babe. I didn’t know you were up.” “Actually, I guess I’m kinda down,” Judy said quietly. Busy toweling his hair dry Mark didn’t hear her response. A moment later he threw the towel back over the rack and slid the fogged glass open. He stepped out of the shower completely naked, water dripping off his lean body onto the bathroom rug. Judy gasped up at the sight on him. He was so tall! Mark was only 5 foot 9 and she was used to him being much, much shorter than she was. Craning her neck to stare at his smiling face felt… wrong. Looking down Mark’s smile faltered. “Whoa,” he said. “Something wrong, hun? You looked kinda scared for a moment there.” “N-no, not scared,” Judy replied. “Can’t a girl be awed by her hubby’s god-like physique?” His smile returned as he struck a muscle-man pose. To be fair, Mark wasn’t a muscle-man, but he was in fine shape. Judy stared at his chest for a moment, but then couldn’t help herself. As if weighed down by gravity, she let her gaze slide lower to where his cock flaccidly flopped against his leg. She gasped. She couldn’t help herself. “Now that’s a sound I like to hear,” Mark said. Judy kept staring. Despite wearing white at the wedding, she had seen other penises. Mark had always been a fairly average size. Average length. Average girth. It was Judy’s parts that had come in extra, extra large. Fortunately where Mark didn’t fill her physically, he made up for it by being the poster child for ‘size doesn’t matter’. He certainly didn’t look ‘average’ anymore. And then, god help her, it got even bigger. Her husband was beginning to get aroused under her undeflected gaze. “You know I’d love to, but work waits for no man,” he said. With a shake of his head, Mark paused and pondered out loud. “Wait. Sorry, it’s early. My brain is putting stupid things in my mouth.” He leaned over and kissed her small lips. Fortunately she looked up in time or else he might have kissed her forehead. A kiss reserved for children and the very petite. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this suddenly very tall man to kiss her like that. A lip to lip connection was much more preferable. Even so, the touch of his large hands made her flesh tingle. “What I meant to say was: work can go screw. I’ll race you to the bed.” “No,” Judy said. “Go to work. You’ve got that thing.” “I’ve also got this thing,” he gestured in a downward fashion. “I’m ready. I’m willing.” He was, too. She gasped again at his now fully erect cock. It was no good, she had to have it. Without another word she dropped to her knees and pulled the swollen tip of her husband’s penis to her lips. “Ha, ha. Judy,” Mark said. “That is- My guh-ahhhhhh...” She had felt small and vulnerable in front of this giant of a man. She had done her best to hide it. If she showed how scared she was it would have hurt him. But now, as her lips parted and the mushroomed head of Mark’s member slid into her mouth she felt powerful again. Once again in control of her life. With a simple intimate act her worries receded. Leaving her feeling wonderful, beautiful, sexy, loved, and loving. Her jaw opened wider and Judy marveled anew at the size of her husband’s cock- only now from a very tactile perspective. If she kept shrinking this was going to become a real challenge in a couple of days. Of course, with the way this made her feel, that was a challenge she just might be willing to tackle. Less than 2 minutes later she was rising back to her feet. I might be teensy, but I’ve still got it, she thought. With a few kind words, she sent her pleasantly befuddled lover back to bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Judy returned to her morning duties. Trying to make her life seem normal. She brushed her teeth with a giant toothbrush. Took a shower with a showerhead far above her own. Dried herself with a king-sized towel, and then got herself dressed in perfectly fitted clothes. She was used to being able to inspect her outfit in the bathroom mirror, but this morning she could only see herself from the neck up. Tomorrow it would only be the top of her auburn-haired head. Her husband was just finishing a donut and walking out the door as Judy came downstairs. She stopped before she reached the bottom to kiss him goodbye. Even two steps up she was still only a smidgen taller than he was. Tomorrow she’d be looking up. “Honey,” she said. “How tall do you think I am?” “What?” he said around a mouthful of donut. “What’s this sudden obsession with your height? This is the third time this week you’ve asked me the same question.” “Tell me again,” she smiled nervously. “How tall?” He cocked a hard eyebrow and then shook it off. “5’2”,” he said. “Just like I said yesterday, and the day before.” Not true. Yesterday when she asked he had said 5’5”, the day before 5’8”. “Are you sure? Take a good look.” “Positive,” he said. He continued, over-enunciating. “You. Are. Five. Foot. Two. Now give me a kiss, shortstuff.” Momentarily ignoring other problems, Judy happily complied. Eyes shut, she basked in the false height the stairs gave her. “You OK?” Mark asked. “Yeah,” she smiled. “Now get to work.” He did, but as he turned away Judy opened her mouth to speak again. Using the preternatural bond between husband and wife, Mark could sense the words unspoken on her tongue. He spoke before she could get out a sound. “5’2”,” he repeated and shut the door behind him. Judy stood quietly and stared at the closed door, her smile slowly fading. “But I’m 6’5”,” she said to no one at all.