Peter closed the apartment door behind him with a long, drawn-out sigh. “Friday night at last.”
He was not at all surprised to find the apartment growing around him, nor to see his wife prowling toward him a manic gleam in her eye and the shrinker in her hand. Coming face-to-breast with her chest and being pulled into an engulfing hug drove the week’s indignities entirely from his mind. By the time Kara let him up for air, he was laughing. “That’s quite the greeting. What’s gotten into you?”
Kara took his hand and drew him toward the bedroom. Lying on the bed was an ornate brocade swatch of fabric, blue picked out in gold. “Had lunch with my sis, and the tales she told... I have to admit, it sounded fun, so I asked if I could borrow their magic sheet.”
“This sounds like the sort of weekend where I’m going to need my bracer,” offered Peter lightly.
Kara clapped her hands eagerly. “Oh yes! Go, go!”
Peter darted out of the bedroom as fast as his shrunken legs would carry him. Once he made it to the far corner of the apartment, he was out of range of the shrinker and swiftly returned to his usual height. The box where he kept his shrink-absorbing bracer was in the same corner, since it didn’t magically adjust to his current size and he could only put it on while normal. He slipped the bracer on, a smile on his face as he recalled his first adventures with it. Kara had refused to shrink him to bug size since the first few times, worried about his safety. With the mood she was in, however...
Peter returned to the bedroom, and was somewhat surprised that he was not greeted by a beam from the shrinker. Instead, his wife was lying on top of the sheet, wearing only one of his old T-shirts. On her it usually draped like a night-dress, but something looked different now.
“Is that thing making you more muscular?” asked Peter, wonderingly.
“I figured we could try a different way of equalizing,” husked Kara. She flexed a bicep, marvelling at how muscle corded there.
Peter watched the changes, grinning at first. A frown creased his face as he studied Kara’s chest. “It’s not doing your breasts any favours, though.”
Kara’s rumbling baritone laugh drove the point home. “No. That it won’t. I think I’m done cooking.” She stood up, and to Peter’s amazement his petite wife was now just as tall as he was. Standing face to face, he realized she might even be a touch taller.
He put a hand to her arm as she flexed, and his eyes went wide. “You’re bigger and stronger than I am.”
“And without the shrinker,” Kara rumbled. Then she winced. “Damn, thought these panties would stretch enough.”
Peter’s eyes went wide as Kara pulled off a very abused-looking pair of panties, torn at the seams. Not only were her hips wider, but what she was sporting between her legs... “My god. You’re bigger than I am. It turned you into a guy?”
“Surprise? I wanted to be bigger and stronger, and... well...” Kara bit her lip. On her masculine face it looked more comical than cute.
Peter chuckled. “I’m not feeling emasculated by you being bigger and stronger. I’m used to it, whenever you shrink me. So is that the plan, having me dance around your maypole?”
“Not... exactly.” Kara glanced down at the bracer Peter was wearing. “I want to do something and I... Look, we had a rule with that bracer of yours. It was in the context of the shrinker, but you said...”
“As long as I’m wearing this, anything goes. If I don’t like it, I’ll tap out and we stop,” quoted Peter. “I stand by that.”
Kara flipped the magic sheet over. “Even for this?”
“What part of ‘anything goes’ was confusing? If you go too far, I’ll... Hm. That can make me immobile, right?”
“I won’t go that far without your say-so. Before it immobilizes you, though... you end up not having to breathe.”
Peter’s eyes went wide at the implication. “I could get so tiny. Will it make me more durable, too?”
“Traci said it made her so flexible she could fit her waist through a ring. Without being shrunk,” added Kara with a grin.
Peter hopped up onto the bed and lay down. “Sounds good to me. Oh! It feels different from the shrinker. Less tingly, more...” He squirmed.
“Intense?” asked Kara, grinning down at him. “Is it turning you on?”
Peter ran a hand lightly down his side. “Maybe? It feels like a really different sort of arousal if it is. More of an all-over tingle than the usual. I’m not getting hard, but I am getting...” He frowned, trying to figure out what his body was doing.
Kara leaned over him, careful not to touch the sheet, and ran her muscular hands over her husband’s shifting body. “Tell me what feels good.”
“Oh... everything feels...” Peter’s voice cracked. “Good?” he squeaked. “My voice! What’s happening?”
He struggled to rise, but Kara held him down. “Be a good little dolly and let it happen.” She gave a budding breast a squeeze.
“Ohhhh!” moaned Peter. Once he’d recovered his senses, he asked, “What was that?”
Kara grinned. “Your breast. Like it?”
“If you’ll do that again, hell yes. But why do I have breasts?”
“Because the sheet turns you into a female doll. Which is why the other way turned me into a guy. Mmm, looks like you’re starting to go shiny. So now you have a choice. Do I get to try this new body of mine out on you as a girl, or as a doll?” Kara backed off, letting her weight off Peter so he could choose.
Peter hesitated a moment, then hopped off the sheet. He promptly stumbled due to his new center of balance. Kara caught him in strong arms. “Easy there, tiger. Tigress.”
Peter chuckled, or tried to. It came out as a girlish giggle. “Oh wow. I even sound like a bimbo.”
“Hey! No talking about my sweetie like that.”
Peter giggled again. “That thing can turn me into a sex-toy. Isn’t bimbo somewhere on that path?”
Kara picked up the sheet by two corners, folded it neatly, and set it on her dresser. “I guess. You’re just...”
“Not intimidated by you? C’mon, sweetie, you’ve towered over me lots of times.”
“Yeah, but... Rrrh, what if I said I want to throw you onto the bed and have my wicked way with you. Doesn’t that...”
Peter hopped up onto the bed, legs spread invitingly. “C’mere, big boy.”
Kara stared at him in surprise. “What? How are you so into this?”
Peter held up the bracer, its red gem glowing softly. “There’s a reason I agreed to ‘anything goes’. Everything you’ve done to me has been amazing. I’m half expecting the cuffs to come out.”
“You’d let me tie you up on the bed, like that?” Kara blushed. “I... I don’t know.”
Peter glanced down at Kara’s hips. “Yes you do. You’re rock hard. Does the idea of seeing your husband as a helpless woman really turn you on?”
Kara nodded urgently. “Yes,” she whispered. “Does that make me a bad person?”
“Acting on it against my will would. But I’ve had fun every time you tie me down. And,” Peter held up his arm with the bracer on it once more. Despite his slimmer arm, it still fit snugly. “This says ‘yes, to anything that you think would be fun’. Don’t hold back out of fear of what other people might think. I think you’re amazing.”
Kara pulled the shirt off, and tossed it aside. “Do I turn you on?”
Peter studied his masculine wife. “You make a fine specimen. Very handsome.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
Peter shrugged delicate shoulders. “Visually... no. The idea of getting shagged by you this way, however... that is strangely arousing. This body wants that body.”
Kara smiled as she advanced toward the bed and her alluring husband upon it. “I’ll take it.”
*** *** ***
“Happy?” asked Kara, as they lay side by side.
“Mmm,” agreed Peter dreamily. “This body is amazing, and...”
“How hard would it be for you to change back?”
Kara shrugged, and tapped the gem on her bracelet. In moments, her body started to shrink. The process was much slower than the revert of the shrinker, so it took most of a minute for her to return to normal. She stood up from the bed to show off her body, doing a little dance to show off as the change completed. “Ta da!”
“The bracers work on the magic sheet?” asked Peter, incredulously. “How’d you find that out?”
“Shrinkfield Armory is very comprehensive about what it makes. That, and Traci helped me test it this afternoon. You can use the sheet to change back too, but it’s way more fiddly to get exactly back to normal.” She glanced at Peter’s bracer. “Are you going to change back now?”
Peter grinned and shook her head. “I’m not tapping out yet. I want to try things like this. See which version of you this body likes better...”
Kara growled playfully. “Another of your tricks? Figures. Does this body turn that one on?”
“That body always turns me on. Especially prancing around naked.”
“And here I thought you preferred my corset.”
“When I’m boob sized, definitely. Right now... it would get in the way.”
“Get in the way?” Kara asked with over-the-top innocence. “Whatever could you mean.”
“Get down here and I’ll show you what I mean.”
*** *** ***
“What’s that look for? You were amazing!” enthused Peter.
Kara sighed happily, and continued to look past him at something that put a frown on her face. “Traci. I’m going to have to make good on my promise.”
“That if I liked it and wanted to use the sheet again, she got to use it and the shrinker.”
“That seems fair enough,” said Peter. “So what’s bugging you?”
“I agreed that she could use them on me. And she pushed, and I figured ‘eh, no big deal, I probably won’t want to use it again’ and I agreed she could do anything she wanted with me.” Kara’s words came out in a rush. “I didn’t even set a time limit.”
“Kara... I mean, this was fun, but... The sheet turns you into sex toys, right? What did you think she would do with you?”
Kara flopped onto her back and sighed. “I didn’t think it would matter. But...”
“But?” Peter rolled to her side to study her wife.
“I want to do this again. Like, really, really want to,” Kara’s voice dripped with lust. “You make an amazing woman, and I’m way less straight than I thought.”
Peter leaned closer, nuzzling into the nape of Kara’s neck and making her shudder. “Sounds good to me. Right now?”
“So tempted to turn you into a breathless toy first.”
Peter nodded toward her bracer with a grin. So the sheet came out once more, and Kara watched in wonder as Peter’s skin went shiny and smooth. Peter kept up a running dialogue about the changes, gushing about how it felt, how her voice was getting even higher pitched. Kara called it squeaky, which made Peter giggle even more.
“I thought you didn’t like being squeaky when you are tiny.”
“That’s different,” squeaked Peter breathlessly. “Dolls are supposed...” Her mouth worked, but nothing further came out.
Kara took a few moments too long to realize what that meant. By the time she helped Peter off the sheet, her husband was much more doll than human, and having difficulty moving. Worse, her mouth had continued changing, becoming round and featureless... and more importantly, tongueless.
Kara pouted. “Well, that messes up my plans. I figured you’d be able to go down on me indefinitely.”
Peter’s mouth crinkled in an approximation of a grin, and a doll-mitt pointed stiffly toward the shrinker on the bedside table. Kara’s eyes went wide. “Shrink you? But last time we did that, you sprained half your ribs.”
Peter tried to poke his side, but his arms wouldn’t bend easily. Kara got the point after a few gestures, and gave Peter’s middle a squeeze. “Oh! You can’t be hurt. So... Are you really game for this?”
Peter’s nod was very enthusiastic. Kara swept the magic sheet off the bed, then focussed the shrinker on her dollified husband. Three zaps later the doll was nine inches tall, and Kara grinned down at it. She scooped it up and returned to the bed. “Show me what you can do. Make it good, and I’ll shrink you so small my nipples will seem like mountains.”
Peter tumbled to the bed between Kara’s legs, and shot her a crinkly grin before starting the hike to where they joined. Soon he was in front of his goal, and brushing slick hand-mitts over the surface. Kara moaned and squirmed at the delicate touches, then gasped happily as it wriggled both arms deeper inside. Her muscles contracted involuntarily, squishing its arms to crumpled rubber and sucking it further inside. “Mmm, that feels weird, but... hey, you said anything goes.”
Unafraid of damaging her sweetie, Kara exercised her nether muscles again. After a few cycles of slipping in and out to much happy groaning, she slowly got the hang of sucking her inflatable husband into her body. Once she had her doll buried to the waist, its kicking legs tickled against her thighs, adding giggles to the mix. She focussed her mind and before long they were disappearing inside her as well.
Kara patted her belly and brought up a fake burp. “All done. What’cha going to do now, little doll?” She squirmed her hips, enjoying the tight, stuffed feel down below. “Maybe I should put some panties on, and go for a walk?”
That got an even more vigorous squirm. “Can you hear me? Squirm once. Ooogh! Not so hard! Squirm once if I can go out like...” Kara didn’t finish the question, and just went to her knees, moaning in pleasure.
It took some time, and a couple very intimate uses of the shrinker, before Kara was coherent enough to get dressed. She put her panties on first, picking a tight latex pair that she’d used to drive her sweetie wild. It was tight enough to look painted on, there was no way her tiny doll could escape its prison now. Kara patted her bits, giggling at the tickly little pat she got in response. “This is so, so wicked. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
Kara’s walk was short, followed by a longer drive. She tapped on an apartment door, to be met by her sister’s grinning face. “Having fun?”
“More than I could imagine.” Kara handed the folded-up sheet to her sister. On top of it was the shrinker. “You win.”
Traci snatched both from her hands. “Sweet. When do you need to get back to work? Monday?”
“Unless I call in, yeah. Should I?”
Traci’s broadening grin made Kara sigh and pull out her phone. She sent off a few texts, then turned it off and shoved it into her purse. “Keep this safe, will you?”
“Of course! Keeping you safe, now... that’s another matter. I see you’ve got your armband on. I guess that’s safe enough.”
Kara’s smile faltered a little as Tara spread the magic sheet out on her couch. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Hop up. I don’t recall the deal requiring me to tell you.”
Kara bit her lip, then nodded. “Okay. I guess this once... I’ll try to trust you.” She lay down on the sheet, and tried to hide her squirming as the changes worked into her body.
Traci’s smirk managed to grow even smirkier. “You’re getting off on this. Being changed. Being... mine.”
Kara whined. “This is so wrong. You’re my sister.”
“And you’re mine. I’m not going to use you as a sex toy. Remember Princess B?”
Kara’s eyes went wide. “Oh no. I said I was sorry about that, so many times. You’re not going to...” Her voice squeaked and cut off.
“No, I very much do not want to lose you. But you are going to replace her. I want my bestest Barbie doll back, and you get to be it.”
Traci lifted Kara’s dollified body off the sheet, and stood her against the wall. She adjusted her pose so it looked like she was waving regally. Then the shrinker came out, and reduced Kara to half size. Traci grinned. “Bigger than a real Barbie. Pity, you won’t fit Barbie clothes like this. I’d love to play dressup with you.”
Despite knowing it was a futile gesture, Traci zapped her sister with the shrinker anyway. And to her wonderment, the doll shrunk. “Ooooh! I wonder...” Another careful zap got Kara down to Barbie size, and Traci scooped up her treasure. “You’re perfect. Going to put you with Bernard’s figures. I wonder if he’ll notice you.”
Kara could still see, but not move. Her sister’s grip around her waist was firm, but didn’t hurt in any way. It made her much more conscious of the cargo she was carrying further inside, reduced to who knows how tiny now. Peter’s armband had done its thing once more, and now she was good and stuck this size. His bracer was buried, and untouchable.
Being set among a dozen other figures her size was disorienting. Among them, she felt normal sized, which made Traci seem like a giantess. Kara couldn’t see all of them, but once Traci left she glanced around. All the figurines were female, scantily clothed, and much, much bustier than she was. She tried not to feel inadequate, but it was hard not to feel jealous.
Traci returned a few hours later with a toy store bag in her hands. She had half a dozen different Barbie outfits, and tried out each in turn on Kara. The process was more than a little humiliating, but Kara found it a big improvement over just standing around with nothing to do.
Eventually Traci decided that Kara looked best as Supergirl, and left that outfit on. She’d also procured a display stand, so that Kara could stand up in the middle of the display, rather than leaning against the side.
When Bernard got home he immediately spotted the new addition, and showed Traci his gratitude in quite vigorous fashion. Before she could explain anything about where the doll had come from, he’d pushed her down onto the magic sheet and started making love to his “favourite doll of them all”.
Kara wished she didn’t have to watch, but was unable to close her eyes. In the end, she found Bernard’s tender treatment of the resulting silicone doll endearing. It was obvious he cared about Traci, whether she was a doll or a woman. Even more as a doll than as a woman, Kara suspected. He carried Traci off to the bathroom to clean her up, and that was the last Kara saw of them.
Time passed. Bernard crossed her line of sight a few times, heading off to work or coming home. Kara didn’t see her sister once, but heard Bernard having fun with his doll on several occasions. One evening, he made a point of dusting all his dolls carefully, and the care he took with some of them made Kara feel even more jealous of them. He loved all his dolls, it seemed.
Then one day, Traci stumbled into the front room, mobile but still not quite human. “She’s still here! God, Bernard, that’s my sister! She’s been here for a week. Is she stuck?”
Bernard was close behind her. “Of course she’s not stuck. You used the sheet... wait, how’d you get her all tiny? I thought that shrinky thing of hers only lasted an hour.”
“I’m really, really hoping she can still tell us.” Traci scooped her sister off the shelf, and carefully flicked the stone of the armband with her fingernail. The doll in her hands suddenly expanded, and soon Traci was hugging her sister tight. The doll costume ended up on the floor, later to be discovered by Bernard quite undamaged.
“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t think I’d get stuck as a doll before I could explain. Are you okay? Please be okay.”
Kara took her first breath in days. Exhaled. Glared at her sister. Looked down at her naked body, covered it up with her arm and hands, and glared some more.
“Please don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad.”
Kara sighed softly. “I’m not mad. More... frustrated. Boring ass way to spend ... how long was it?”
“A week,” admitted Bernard, averting his gaze from Kara after one quick glance. “Trace likes being stuck as a doll when I’m working, so most weeks she gets boxed up after I use her.”
“After you make glorious love to me,” corrected Traci. “You know I’m in there, and you calling me a doll or a toy or ‘you ragged bit of plastic’...” Traci squirmed, and looked longingly toward the bedroom before turning back to her sister’s glare. “Sorry. TMI, I know.”
Kara’s expression relented to a reminiscent smile. “Been there. I can see why you like it. But I need to rescue Peter and get going. Can I, um... borrow the sheet sooner than later?”
“Just for the weekend, I guess. I’m still part-doll, it’ll do. Wait, rescue Peter from what?”
Kara bore down on the mass she could barely feel inside her, and a moment later a somewhat damp two-inch-tall doll landed in her hand. “From me.”
“He was inside you the whole time? Holy... What would that have been like?” asked Traci, agog.
“Get me a toothpick and hopefully he’ll be able to tell you.”
While Peter was growing back to normal, Kara put on the clothes she’d worn when she arrived. Bernard offered him some old exercise pants to cover up with, and Peter accepted them gratefully.
“Hey sweetie,” said Kara when Peter was decent. “We’ve been stuck for a week, but I texted both our jobs beforehand. So there’s nothing to stress about. Please?”
Peter’s glare died down to a mere glower. “How did we get stuck?”
Kara explained that she’d been a doll in Bernard’s display. Bernard even had pictures to show. When Kara started to talk about being jealous of the other dolls, Peter started to chuckle. “You wanted that?”
“I could tell I wasn’t a favourite, and the dusting was... nice.”
Bernard grinned. “Traci likes it too. Oh! Could I turn her into a little doll like you were?”
Peter slipped his bracer off. “As long as she’s wearing this, you can shrink her as small as you like.” He turned it in his hands, looking up at Kara and her worried expression. “Yeah, this means I’m tapping out. Sorry.”
Bernard accepted the bracer gravely. “Tapping out of what?”
Peter shook his head, so Kara briefly explained their deal. “But he couldn’t tap out inside me, I guess. What happened?”
Peter couldn’t describe it well. He’d suddenly been unable to move, and lost any real sense of self the sensory deprivation that followed. “For all I know, I ended up becoming part of you.”
“Oooh, cool,” giggled Traci. “Maybe you were her...” Then she noticed the expressions. “Not cool? But that sounds amazing!”
“Except for the stuck forever part, yeah,” grumbled Peter. “I couldn’t move, so I couldn’t use the bracer to free myself. Us. It’s one thing to play, another to lose hope. I lost all track of time. Of self.”
“Sweetie?” asked Kara.
“Keep the armband, Bernard. You two seem to have a better handle on this.”
“But...” Kara protested. Then she stopped, and hugged her sweetie. “I am so sorry. I wanted to do something fun, and crazy. It got out of hand. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course.” Peter hugged her tight. “But I can’t trust that armband any more.”
“And I should?” asked Bernard.
“Traci trusts you to turn her into a doll, permanently, then bring her back now and again. I think you two have the right dynamic for it. And I bet she’ll love being displayed.”
Traci grinned and nodded. “Oh please. Though I’m going to have to try Kara’s trick on him at some point, too. That sounded way too much fun.”
Peter smiled. “That part? Yeah, that was amazing.”
Kara smiled as well. “Oh? So... not too far?”
*** *** ***
Three weeks passed. Kara and Peter talked about the “stuffing incident” from time to time, but didn’t go as far as to ask Traci and Bernard to return the shrinker.
Then one Friday night, Peter arrived home with a package under his arm. One bearing the logo of Shrinkfield Armory.
Kara could barely contain her glee. “What did you get?”
“New armbands. Package deal with their latest shrinker. Apparently we’re not the only couples using it creatively.”
Peter set the box on the living room table, and opened it to reveal a sleeker version of the shrinker and two petite armbands. Kara eagerly picked one up, then frowned at it. “How do we put them on, they’re too small.”
Peter gestured at her to try anyway. To Kara’s surprise, the band slipped easily over her hand and settled snugly at her wrist. She gave it a little shake, but it refused to budge. “Neat. So why are there two gems?”
“Green one activates it, yes like that. The one that’s glowing orange now changes between orange and red if you touch the green again. Orange allows three shrinks, red is like my old band, unlimited.”
Kara stared at her armband, then brushed her fingers against the orange gem. “Three. That’s... one eighth height. Doll sized. I’ve been doll sized. It was...”
“There’s one more thing. It has a time limit. When you turn it on, it’ll turn off and restore you fully after twenty-four hours. No matter what happens.”
Kara blinked. “It protects, too?”
“Not completely. You can still get hurt. It just minimizes the pain, and puts you back when you restore.”
Kara smiled broadly. “So we would be better off as shrunken dolls, still?”
“I... yeah, that would still help. With the breathing, too.”
Kara’s grin got even wider. “Bernard loaned me the sheet last week. Said Traci wanted to spend a month as a display doll, so he wouldn’t need it for a bit.” She tapped the green gem then opened her arms wide, inviting the zap. “Time for me to get stuffed.”
Peter obligingly shrunk her, and she dwindled more quickly than before. Her clothes, however, did not shrink with her. Kara looked up at her sweetie and grinned. “New feature?”
Peter watched her clamber out of her top. “Pinpoint targeting. Definitely a bonus from my point of view.”
Kara waggled her rump at him saucily, and squealed as she shrunk again. She giggled, and ran for the bedroom, dodging bolts of shrink-rays that reduced the carpet and one of their chairs to half-size as she went. At the door, she hesitated a moment, and got caught twice more, but only shrunk once. As Peter advanced on her, she stood her ground.
“You’re shivering. Are you okay?” asked Peter.
“You’re really, really big,” squeaked Kara. “But I like it better than seeing my sister that big. The magic sheet is at the bottom of my panties drawer, if you want to try being female.”
“Because I want to see what it’s like getting stuffed up inside my sweetie, of course.”
Peter started to grin. “Oh! Well, then. I suppose I’ll have to oblige. Just one thing.”
Peter crouched down in front of his tiny wife, in a futile effort to put himself on her level. He reached out slowly and tapped her armband, then showed he was wearing one himself. “Same armbands. Same rules. Once it’s on, anything goes.”
“For twenty-four hours, then we’re back to normal, right?”
Kara bit her lip, then tapped her bracer. The orange gem turned red. “If you can do it, I can too.”
Kara squealed as she shrunk further. “Oooh boy,” she chirped. “This is going to be one heck of a ride.”
“For both of us,” agreed Peter with a grin. “Because after I’m done with you, it’s my turn again.”