Lieutenant Silky Rabbit lay in a small and dingy hotel room in Cairo, Egypt. She lay with her shimmering crimson hair pouring across the naked muscular chest of Major James Rock, who was always called 'James' by everyone, except the diminutive and recently well fucked Lt.
She had carried him across the border while he was shrunk to 6" tall, one twelfth of his normal 6'3" blond hunky self. He rode in her vagina to escape detection in a top-secret mission of assassination.
Along the way they became more than friends with benefits, and he had become totally besotted with the green eyed beauty who called him her 'Rock.' Men had died for less, but he was putty in her hands... or rather, in her hands he became anthracite, and in her mouth or other orifices...diamond was not hard enough to describe his erection. So she called him Rock often and gladly.
They had to complete their mission, to leave the Mid-East safely since he had already finished the killing part.
"We have to pretty much stay here until it's time to go, Silky," James whispered in her ear.
"I'm fine with that. Wonder what we can do to pass the time... that we haven't already done? I don't even know a name for you cumming inside me while your whole body was in my vag. What should we call it? Tiny fucking?" While she talked his hand had softly found her breast, and gently stroked her nipple to attention.
"Well, I have a thought. Does the amount of formula control the amount of shrinkage, or the time?"
"Actually, duration varies with quantity of factor one, while size relates more to time from mixing to ingestion. So I can vary both, to a point. And if you keep tweaking my point you're going to have to have some growth of your own." She lifted herself up enough to give him a long, slow kiss, and both her nipples and his penis responded with lignite actions.
He broke away, a rarity in his history of and with ravishing women.
"So you could mix things to make you, for instance, just hypothetically, 6" tall for an hour or so?" He bit her earlobe as he spoke.
"Once a perv, always a perv! From the look in your eye, and I do mean that one down there staring up at me, I suspect you have a very specific plan. Yes, hypothetically, I can become a little Barbie for your evil delight."
So James lay against the headboard as he watched the naked Silky gather her concoctions and mix her philters. The intensity of her concentration contrasted pleasantly with her rounded ass and her perfect melons. He could not see any flaws in either view.
She turned to face him and he was surprised as always at the erotic quality of her unshaven and very red pubic hair.
"My eyes are up here, asshole!" she lovingly called to him. "We're going where no person has ever gone before."
She took a deep breath, which of course forced his eyes briefly downward, and then let it out slowly through pursed lips, causing a small carmine tornado in her tousled hair as it hung across her face. "I've had good times with bondage, but it takes a lot of trust. This goes to a whole new level. I can't believe I'm saying this, but please be gentle with me, OK? And remember who's taking you home."
She smiled grimly and downed a shot of a noxious looking fluid. He saw her shudder, remembering that taste himself, and then watched her melt in front of him, from five feet to four to three and on to a half-foot miniature.
He put his hand on the floor, and she climbed onto his palm. He held her up to eye level, bewitched with the perfection of her tiny form.
"So what's next, sailor?" She asked in a helium voice.
"Ignoring your insult, Rabbit, I thought it would be fun to take you horseback riding. Bareback, if you catch my drift."
"Let me remind you that your cock is bigger than I am, so it's not going in anywhere, right?" There was a tiny tremor in her voice – but then all of her was tiny.
