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The last tale
was such a hit,
but people thought my rhyming was shit.
So to avoid things getting gory,
I’m going to tell a different story.
It was a late night for
Kumiko. The office was empty and
dark, everyone having gone home for the day. Kumiko twirled a pencil between her
fingers, going over the figures for her boss’s proposal to the
executives. She was bored out of
her head. She had already checked
over the document twice, but she had to make sure it was perfect, or her
boss would give her hell. She
propped arms up on the desk, eyes drooping. She was so tired. She had already done enough work,
surely a nap couldn’t hurt?
In an instant, Kumiko was dreaming.
She imagined herself stuck in the cleavage of a giant woman,
relaxing in the mushy mounds. She
was overjoyed as she crawled across her flesh, reaching the engorged,
swollen nipple. She took the
fist-sized tip into her mouth and began to suck in joy. She giggled as warm milk splashed her
across the face.
Kumiko woke with a start, glaring groggily. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve,
which had fallen over her hand.
She looked back at the screen, surprised. The font appeared a lot larger than
what her boss normally used. She
leaned back in her chair, her earrings irritating with newfound
weight. She began to realize
something was amiss when her feet lifted off the floor.
She spun back from the desk, looking down at her body. Her skirt and belt had dropped to the
floor. Her brief fantasy had
triggered the shrinking again, and unless she did something to stop it,
she would get too small to finish her work! Glancing at her watch, she came to a
quick, though unwise decision: She’d get off in the office while no one
was around.
Her body collapsed in on itself.
She braced her left arm on the seat chair, the sleeve bunching up
tightly between her shoulder and watch.
One of her shoes fall off her tiny foot, taking the stockings with
it. Her other shoe dangled precariously
on her little toes. Kumiko stroked
her womanhood roughly, squealing with joy from the sensations coursing
through her, her petiteness becoming more pronounced with time.
It was this sexual stimulation that contributed to Kumiko not noticing a
co-worker about to enter looking for her…
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