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Introductions
are in order before we begin,
to do otherwise would create some confusion.
The focus of these tales is on a very special girl
who has a trait that will take you for a whirl!
Hailing from the busy city of Tokyo, Japan,
Miss Kumiko Fubihara is this notable woman.
You are probably asking yourself, what can be so good
about a personal secretary with a taste for spicy food?
We’ll get to that, but first some other facts:
Five foot two, and a D-Cup chest (important stats!)
Red hair and green eyes, a striking combination.
(She loves anime, a now obvious correlation.)
Kumiko also loves a thick atsuzoko shoe.
(Given the author, you should have knew)
All of this information is pretty nice,
but I’m sure you’re looking for Miss Kumiko’s vice.
Well we’ll encourage no more delay
and get right to the secret of the day.
Miss Kumiko, as a child, received a hex
that didn’t really surface until her thoughts turned to sex.
Miss Kumiko has a unique curse;
the more aroused she gets, the worse.
Whenever Kumiko thinks of a hot woman or guy,
her mass dwindles, her clothes loosen…namely, she shrinks in size!
(I suppose you can now surmise
that Miss Kumiko is also bi!)
You would think that this would cause no end of internal strife,
but on the contrary, Kumiko leads a pleasant life.
The curse’s intention was meant to hurt.
I mean, after all, who’d fuck a squirt?
But something that could have not been guessed
was Kumiko’s reaction, which was anything but distressed.
She adored the sensations as she reduced in height,
the pulsating in her crotch, and her head becoming light.
So Kumiko gets off in her own special way.
But another problem is introduced without her say.
Kumiko loves to shrink down to her soles,
but the problem is it’s something she can’t control.
Sexual thoughts can be difficult to stop,
and Kumiko often slips (resulting in a sudden drop).
So we’ll be viewing Kumiko’s most embarrassing situations
as a result of idle thoughts in the wrong places.
Submitted for your approval, let’s set sail
with our first Kumiko Fubihara Tale.
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Kumiko’s workday had been unhappily plain.
She was glad to be on a home-bound train.
She wanted to release some sexual tension
with a Q-tip she reserved for a pleasing ministration.
But Kumiko wanted to wait until she was in her house,
otherwise she’s be on this train, as small as a mouse.
Kumiko looked down and checked her clothing style,
as the train picked up and proceeded through its first mile.
A vest, a skirt, belt, platform shoes,
stockings, blouse (nothing particularly new).
”I should go shopping,” she began to think,
something that’d be great to wear for a shrink.
She smiled lightly, and let out a gentle sigh,
trying to enjoy the evening’s quiet ride.
She started thinking of a movie she had recently seen,
passing the time by going through every scene.
Stepping into the cart, from the far door,
a couple coming back from the club floor.
Both were drunk, and enticingly dressed,
stumbling along looking to rest.
They took a seat in front of Kumiko’s view,
and accidentally hit Kumiko’s shoe.
This brought her eyes to take a look,
and for a moment, Kumiko was hooked.
The woman was cute, her cleavage on display,
her sexual appeal could drive a man insane.
The man was also a sexual dynamo,
a bulge in his pants was all Kumiko needed to know.
Kumiko smiled, her face flushed,
the appearance of these two stirring her lust.
She tried to avert her eyes, to prevent an eventual scene
but viewing these two was an intense tease.
It was a few moments for Kumiko realized
that she had just triggered a reduction in size.
She let out an inaudible gasp
as the rung above shifted in her grasp.
Her head lowered down, her collar grew deep;
Downward her cleavage started to creep.
Kumiko’s overhead grip required her to stretch
as the rung became harder to fetch.
Her arm overhead, she felt her hand slip,
Even as her skirt started to drip.
Her free hand was quick to grasp it by the belt,
(which had become useless during Kumiko’s melt).
Her platforms became difficult to fill,
her toes sliding up the instep’s hill.
Her hand was slipping, so Kumiko got on her toes.
All things considered, she was giving a sexy pose.
Kumiko was embarrassed, but at the same time thrilled,
the feelings of shrinking began to build.
She forcibly tried to keep the sensations in tight,
to prolong it until she got out of sight.
She hoped that the couple wasn’t too keen
and unaware of what could be seen.
The couple hardly noticed her shrunken state,
and all Kumiko could do was smile humbly and wait.
As the train proceeded through the city’s night,
Kumiko was almost home…she knew she’d be alright.
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