I was sitting out in the sunroom, relaxing on a heated lounge chair with a mimosa, wearing only my favorite thick terry robe - its light pink fuzziness enveloping my nakedness. I'd opened a few windows, and the cool midday breeze drafted over my face and cleavage, contrasting sharply to the comfortable warmth I otherwise enjoyed. The only other sounds at the moment were a few bird calls and other sounds of nature.
I put my drink down on the table next to me - which was otherwise occupied by eight-inch-tall Summer, who was far more busy than I was. She had dressed comfortably in a pair of form-fitting jeans - you have no idea how hard those are to have made for a girl her size - and a long-sleeved thermal cotton shirt that perfectly contoured her wondrous round tits and slim figure.
Her brunette locks were tied back in a ponytail, and her face told me she was in work mode. She had her phone up on its kickstand out in front of her, and was tapping away at it with both hands - writing an email to someone, I guess. Her last hour had been paying bills and organizing spreadsheets.
I took another drink. I wouldn't have thought running your own kinky shrunken-girls porn website would involve more of writing emails and stuff than the actual sex and editing together of videos thereof - but okay, whatever. The money was good.
The room I was in was spacious, with windows on three sides and only the lounge chair and a few shelves and small tables to decorate it. An old ceiling fan slowly twirled above me as I nibbled at the pop-tart I had toasted an hour ago.
I heard her only when she got very close. Vanessa, now a mere eighteen inches tall, was padding over to me, scowling and looking to and fro like she expected a predator to leap out at any time. At her newfound size, I suppose it's a normal instinct when one lives in a world seemingly made for giants; the other girls had done the same in their first few weeks as toys. I could see bags under her eyes, likely from only having gotten to bed after sunrise. I'd let her sleep in a bit, but we'd get her fixed up with some warm milk soon.
She was wearing... I actually had to pause for a second and figure it out. It was one of the scarves that I used to use as a bed for Summer; it must have still been laying around in some corner. Red and gray merino wool was bundled all about her shrunken body, almost from head to toe, giving her this awkward waddle as she came in - I could barely make out where her tiny fingers poked out the sides.
Two more feet of scarf dragged behind her, causing her to almost trip at one point when her toe caught on it. Did she put it on by just lying down at one end then rolling over? I almost wanted to make her re-do it, just to watch.
"Morning, V." I smiled, taking another sip of my mimosa. Summer perked up, turning toward her.
"What time is it?" She scowled, looking around.
I waved a hand. "We don't keep a lot of clocks around here. One thing you'll learn - time isn't super important to us."
Summer piped in, glancing at Vanessa as she spoke. "It's just past two, Mistress."
"Well, there you go." I nodded, holding up my drink to her. "How's life at... ahh, how small were you again?" I gave an exaggerated pondering gesture, frowning as I stared off into space with a fist under my chin.
"She's ei-" Summer caught herself, suddenly realizing I wasn't seriously asking.
"I'm EIGHT-FUCKING-TEEN INCHES TALL, RACHEL!" Vanessa shouted it as loud as she could, which amounted to little more than a normal person's outdoor voice - though a bit higher and softer, owing to her reduced size. Her fists were balled at her sides and she stamped a foot. She took a couple breaths, and gathered herself - if only a little. "And if you're asking - in my opinion, being small sucks. It fucking sucks for eighteen reasons."
I shrugged. "She doesn't like it, Summer."
Summer beamed at me. "Becoming your toy is the best thing that ever happened to me, Mistress. For eight reasons, but also a lot more than eight."
Summer. Such a perfect little toy. I stroked her hair briefly, then glanced back at Vanessa as I stood up - towering far above her, and walking toward her. She took a few steps back, involuntarily. I approached her, silently, coming up close until my bare feet were only a couple inches from hers. Her head came up to about the middle of my thigh.
I remained there for a moment, letting her stare up at me - eyes wide. She swallowed once, then a second time, trembling in place - but still holding her ground, not running... useless though that would be.
"So, Vaness-" I began, then stopped as she gave a start then fell abruptly backward, onto the sculpted and toned ass I'd made sure she had again before we started really shrinking her last night. I snorted then laughed aloud, watching her face go red as she scrambled back to her feet.
"Fuck you." She mumbled, just barely loud enough for me to hear.
I suddenly came down into a squat, vaguely aware of how it put my sex on plain display but not really caring. I still loomed high above her, my face filling her field of view. She still shook in place, face bright red - but stood her ground. I smiled. I was right - shrinking her bit by bit like this, seeing how she reacted... it was so fun. So rewarding.
"You know, Vanessa, if those eighteen reasons are so awful, we could always make it nine." I gave a wide smirk, tilting my head and letting my black locks sway to one side, brushing against her for a moment.
"Wha-" She froze now, too scared to even shake. Her face paled, and I could swear I even heard her teeth chatter. "No. Don't-"
