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Story and
Idea: Lorekeep
Art: Oni
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Did you suspect that every time Kumiko shrinks
it was because of thoughts she inadvertently thinks?
Not entirely a safe assumption, as you’ll find
Kumiko sometimes does it with purpose in mind.
On a blind date with a friend, things got serious,
and, even with the curse, Kumiko did something delirious.
”Sure!” she said, with much delight.
”I’ll come to your home tonight.”
Her tall friend embraced her with
one arm, comforting Kumiko as they stepped over the threshold into his
house. It was located in a quiet
district of the suburbs, far from where Kumiko’s apartment in the
city. Thankfully she had brought
her car with her; given her tendency to get into troubling situations,
she found it a spot of safety when the world becomes increasingly large
and dangerous.
She sat on the couch, tapping her fingers on her knees while Jacob, her
friend, got some drinks ready. She
browsed some literature on the coffee table, browsing through the
pages. Safe and non-sexual,
exactly as she liked it especially in the company of other people she
didn’t trust with her secret.
The next hour was filled with interesting conversation piqued with
moments of quiet as both searched for the right words to continue the
discourse. Kumiko felt something
special about this guy, and wondered if she should let him in on a
“little surprise.” “Hey,” he said,
“do you want to…I don’t know…take it a little further?” Kumiko grinned,
shifting closer to him, still keeping her thoughts pure for the moment.
“Sure…what did you have in mind, big boy?” Jacob returned the expression with one
of his own, and stepped up from the couch. “Be right back, darling.”
Kumiko took the opportunity to freshen up in the restroom, shutting the
door behind her and proceeding to fuss with her hair in the mirror. She heard Jacob call out from the
living room and opened the door.
To her surprise, Jacob was standing there, half-dressed in leather
bondage gear and twirling a pair of handcuffs in his hand. His back was turned to her, and he
hadn’t seen her yet. She quickly
shut the door behind her and placed herself against the door. “Aw man, not another one…” Bondage and S&M wasn’t exactly her
thing; after all, you couldn’t tie her up very effectively and she was
already quite submissive when the shrinking kicked in.
Kumiko looked for escape options, hoping to avoid confrontation and make
her way out of this guy’s house.
The only route seemed out of the bathroom’s window. Platform heels clicked on tile floor as
she made her way over, alerting Jacob to her location as he came over to
the bathroom. “Dear? You in
there?”
”Just a second! I’m freshening up!”
She tugged on the window and opened it half-way, but it jammed,
preventing it from opening far enough for her to get through. Her body was too big for her to get
through. Kumiko bit her lip,
trying to think of some other way out of this place, but she didn’t have
the time or desire to pursue other methods.
 Kumiko
slid her butt to the floor and starting massaging her crotch, thinking of
every possible erotic situation she had ever had. Her eyes shut as the images flashed in
her mind. Almost immediately the
familiar tingle rushed through her veins as she felt her clothes shift on
their own. She ripped a hole in
her stockings to get at her pussy, sticking several fingers inside and
masturbating furiously. She
moaned, even as her shoulders started to come out from under the growing
jacket. She used her other hand to
start massaging her left tit, relishing in the sensations of
shrinking. Her toes disappeared
inside the open-front of her boots, leaving a trail of purple stocking
where her foot had been.
She tried to stop herself several
times before it got too far, but the sensations were overwhelming. Still, she managed to snap herself out
of her stupor to open her eyes.
She knew she had shrunk, but she didn’t realize how fast it was
occurring; the room extended far into the distance in all directions,
giving her a perspective of a child in an adult’s world. She stood up as best as she could in
oversized platforms, the tingling still working its magic on her. The window was, thankfully, still
within reach, but every breath placed the sill higher in her field of
view. Her clothes were already
making their way to the floor, making Kumiko shiver from the cold evening
air that was seeping in from the window.
 She
got to work while she still had inches left to take action. She grabbed her oversized clothes and
pushed them through the window.
Every article was harder than the last as the sill became farther
out of reach. She stuck her feet
through her boot’s toes and lifted herself into the air, throwing the
rest of her outfit through.
Another few seconds and, even jumping from her platforms, she
wouldn’t have been able to reach the window. She crawled through as best as she
could, hanging down on the other side as her gigantic boots clunked to the
grassy ground below.
The fall was starting to become more
than daunting, so Kumiko wasted no time in letting herself drop. The soft earth below cushioned her
impact a bit, but it still hurt her legs to fall from the relatively high
ledge. Kumiko estimated herself at
less than 3’ tall, fast approaching 2’.
She started to gather her clothes as best as she could and began
the long process of dragging it across the lawn to her car.
The effort of hauling her enlarging outer and underwear was one which she
had become familiar with: she had many occasions where she had to make a
hasty exit due to the shrinking triggering. But, this was the first time
she had done it on purpose to escape a bad date. She laughed to herself. “This is surely a great tactic when I
want to disappear.”
Kumiko had made it about halfway across the lawn when the clothes started
to become more than she could handle.
She could get her boots with one hand, heavy as they were, but the
sheer bulk of her soft fabric was making it difficult to get a grip on
everything. Kumiko turned to her
clothes to readjust her handhold on them.
She froze when she saw two large shadows on the ground.
”Oh my god! She’s so cute!”
 Kumiko
turned to find herself in front of two twin towering legs, both the
property of some Asian teenagers that had stumbled upon Kumiko. Both appeared dressed for the
clubs. Standing still, they
wavered slightly, one of the girls hiccupping unexpectedly. This worried Kumiko a bit as she stared
at their respective platform heels and sneakers; would the girls think
they are imaging her, or pick her up and try to take her home? Every
quiet moment was another small percentage of height lost for Kumiko. She looked up at the girls.
”Um, hi?”
One of the girls reached a well-manicured hand down to Kumiko. Out of the frying pan and into the
fire, thought Kumiko. Oh well…at
least girls are more gentle…right?
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