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Polly unzipped her boots under her desk and shrugged them off her feet and into a bag.  She rubbed her soles idly on the rough carpet tiles and stared at the clock on her computer –willing it to be five o’clock.  “C’mon…” she muttered to herself, biting her lip.  “Crap, ten minutes early… no-one will notice.”

As she swivelled on her chair and rose to leave she found herself face to chest with her boss, Tina.  Tina’s eyebrows arched as she looked down on Polly, “Off early today, little lady?”

Tina always called her ‘Little Lady’ and it really annoyed her.  Sighing in frustration, Polly stood unconsciously on tip-toe a little and mumbled something about a doctor’s appointment. Tina’s eyebrow arched even higher and she waved Polly out the door condescendingly, saying, “There’s not much your doctor can do about your height.”

Polly stormed to her car, not even putting socks over her nylons to protect them from the gravel.  She slammed the door and drove off in a fury.  It really bothered Polly was that if Tina had been a man, she’d never get away with bullying her employees.  Polly wished she could turn the tables on Tina.  

But as she drove larger concerns came back to her: namely why she had been so eager to get home, and her mind turned to the parcel that was waiting for her there.  The parcel that would never get used at work, because then Tina really would have a good reason for calling Polly a little lady.

Polly couldn’t help but start to feel a little wet at the thought of how small she was going to make herself.  She acted out in the mirror the surprised look she’d give to James when he came home to find her only half his size.  “But I’m so small!” She’d say.  She moaned softly to herself in excitement.

Her hands trembled with excitement as she put the keys in the front door.  Disappointment greeted her straight away as she saw that James was already home.  But something was wrong…

“You’re home,” he said, a shocked expression on his face, “But I’m so small!”

Polly slammed the door behind her and put her hands on her hips.  He really was small, less than half her height, and she was barely five-foot tall.  He made her feel big and cumbersome, like an unwieldy hippo, despite the fact that she knew she was skinny.  ‘I won’t feel self-conscious!’ She told herself, ‘He’s the one who’s wrong!’

He rushed up to her and she had to crane her neck to look down on him as he wrapped his puny little arms around her nylon clad thighs.  She could even feel his tiny feet on top of hers, rubbing against her toes.

“How–“ she started to say, then realised she knew how, “Why are you so… small?”  She became disgusted by his midgety little hands on her legs, so slapped them away and stood back.  If anything, he seemed even smaller now.

His little face was a picture in adoration.  “You ordered a shrinking potion, for me!  And now I can have my fantasy of making love to you while you’re taller than me.”

“For you?” She was furious!  “To fulfil your fantasy of–“ she looked down at his engorged manhood and suddenly started laughing.  Along with everything else about him it was now really, really small!  Seeing the begging look on his face she took pity on the tiny man and said “Well okay, little guy, but it’ll have to be quick, before you get any smaller!”

Just to taunt him, she then continued to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.  “I’m waiting,” she said, pretending to be cross.  He jumped and tried to pull her down or him up, and finally stamped his little foot and pleaded her to be nice.

Polly laughed again and, picking the now foot-tall man up like a little pet she carried him through to the lounge and lay down on the carpet in front of him.  He struggled over her thighs and in between her legs.  She had to help him get her nylons and panties down, and she smiled as he slipped his hard, but tiny cock into her.  At first it felt okay, he was certainly eager!  And, even if he didn’t give her the deep penetration she liked, he tickled her clit a little!

But as he shrunk to the size of her hand it became awkward and embarrassing.  She doubted he was getting much out of it either, though when she looked at his tiny body, cradled between her thighs and cupped down the front of her nylons, she saw that he was panting happily.  Well at least he’d come!

She moved her foot up onto her knee and scratched an itch she had on her toes.  Grunting softly to herself about that scratch being the most satisfying thing she’d done all day.

Then it occurred to her: now was the perfect opportunity to get James doing the things she liked!  He was lazy with foreplay at best, but how could he refuse a woman whose thumb was taller than him?

“You think because you’ve come this is over, little man?  Well think again!  Get licking runt!”

She no longer chose to look at his midget form, but instead fantasised about having sex with a proper sized man.  His little hands massaged her clit, his tiny tongue stroked all over her pussy and she couldn’t help but hear him drinking her juices eagerly.  She started to feel hotter, and moaned softly to herself, and to him –calling him little and telling him when she liked what he was doing.

But it wasn’t enough, her own hands strayed down to her thighs.  She tried to stop herself –playing idly with her palms on the nylon, her nails ripping through the thin fabric-but she couldn’t, and her fingers crept into her pussy, rubbing around and inside, touching herself as only she could.  Her back arched and her feet rubbed along the carpet, relishing in the feel of it on the soles of her feet.

Her fingers tangled around the little man and she felt that he was again erect.  She put her fingers to the small of his back and pushed him inside her.  She heard a tiny squeak of protest but didn’t care –she needed cock, or something that could fill her up.  For what seemed like an eternity she rubbed him in and out of her as her fingers danced over and around herself, and suddenly, in a crescendo of flashing lights she felt the orgasm flow through her!

She removed James and rested him on her chest.  The smell of her juices as they soaked from him into her blouse and bra added to her satisfaction.  And to think she had wanted to be small!  

She put James on the floor next to her shoulder and stood up.  He struggled to his feet.  Looking down at him standing next to her tiny feet, and seeing how he barely reached her ankles, she laughed.  “I think I’ll keep you like that.”  She said, and walked away in strides that he could never match.

“I’ll be back later.” She said, oblivious to his tiny squeaks of protest.  “I think I’ll go visit my boss.”

End.

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