Inspired by the wonderful works of InksGirls!
The average height for a woman is 160 cm (or, 5'3"), and even taller for a man, so "Kay" was used to being looked down on, well into her twenties standing tall at 147 cm (4'9" with change). All her life, people pitied her, joking about her misfortune, laughing that she "drew the short stick", et cetera. Her family and friends felt bad for her and expressed support whenever possible, but also routinely patronized her by offering to grab things from high places, and such.
But Kay never saw it as misfortune at all. She was touched whenever people would offer to lend a hand. But moreover, she liked the
feeling
of being small. Over the years she even developed a kink for it. Secretly she wished that some day, one of her tall, hot guy friends would just pick her up off the floor and hold her up to a high shelf, rather than pulling something down for her. She often wore really short skirts so that the first person bold enough to try that would get a nice view. She also liked to wear deep-necked shirts that presented her cleavage (whatever little her B-cups had) to everybody that had to look down at her.
What started out as a kink had slowly transformed into a full-on obsession; if anything, she wasn't small
enough
. Some people have a growth fetish, but Kay had developed a shrinking fetish. She wanted a whole group of guys to look down on her as she pleasured herself. She fantasized about being small enough to use like a pocket pussy, without her feet even touching the ground. She dreamed about being as tall as a penis, and being able to ride one; or maybe even being used as some chick's dildo (she felt bi-curious, enough to try!).
She often searched the web for stories and cheap videos to live out her fantasy, but they were few and far in between. Until one day... her daily search gave her a blog post:
Shrinking Potion recipe - The Wistful Witch
.
"Looking to take a few centimeters off? Smacking into doorways and ceiling fans? In today's post, The Witch has your prescription."
Far from a prescription tested and approved by the FDA, this was merely a list of ingredients. Kay continued to read;
sugar, some kind of seed, some spice...
She didn't recognize
every
ingredient, but it looked no different from a food recipe. She knew it was a bunch of crap, but... she got so wet just thinking about it. Maybe it couldn't hurt.
The debate and self-doubt raged in her head as she walked out of the supermarket with all the materials.
If
this stuff worked in the slightest, there had to be some catch. It's not like it's gonna be magic--it's gotta be some wacky science shit. Maybe it compresses your spine just a little, or something. But if anything, that just convinced her to buy
more
ingredients, for more doses. To maximize whatever disappointing effect it's supposed to have.
Kay arrived home and got right to work, boiling some water in a pot and throwing every bit in, one handful at a time. It smelled like... soup. Just, soup. There was no impressive chemical reaction, no sudden change of color. In frustration, Kay grabbed a spoonful of "potion", carefully blew on it, and gave it a taste.
... Well, it made for pretty good soup. Maybe she'd have it for dinner, and offer the rest to her roommate. Still, what the hell! She spent a fortune on this total scam. But then she thought...
it's not like I paid that Witch or anything. What does she have to gain from scamming people with a fake recipe?
A fleeting feeling of hope washed over her, before she shrugged it off.
Must be a troll account. Probably Big Spice or something.
She reached for the drawer above the kitchen counter where the pots & pans belonged, to grab a lid for this one. But... she couldn't...
quite
reach it. Usually that would give her a
little
excitement but there was no one home to help her, so she just turned to grab the footstool across the room, grumbling all the way.
...
About thirty minutes later, dinner was done and cooled. Kay thought to herself, she'd eat some food, then wind down, and masturbate while she was still alone for a little while. After getting her hopes up so much, she definitely deserved a good fuck, she thought, even if she had to do it herself.
The soup was really good, actually. Earthy, a wide range of flavors. Nothing like Kay ever had before. Why lie about making such-and-such potion? Why not just make normal soup recipes?
Maybe it's an advertising tactic...
When she was done, she promptly got up to take her bowl to the sink. But on her way, Kay almost tripped over her pants, as one leg caught the heel of her foot.