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Interrogation Chronicles: One-Night Shrink (Chapter 6)
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 13:00:03 +0000 UTCAll I knew was that in a jolt like a mule kick to the nuts, I sunk deep down into my clothes. The terrifying rush felt like how I imagined a leap off a skyscraper to be, only my feet didn’t leave the ground. My clothes, however, poofed around me like yard inflatables, and I flopped hard onto my spine. When I pushed out from under the blanket of my too-large shirt again, I found I was still looking up at Angie with a puny Doug dangled partially out of her cleavage – confirming that I wasn’t going schizo – only my naked boob-queen had seemingly enlarged to more than twice her size. If the circumstances weren’t so bizarre and what-the-fuck-worthy, I might’ve been thrilled at the opportunity to see that incredibly plump set of puffy face-concealing milk dispensers engorged beyond my wildest dreams, hovering out of reach. But the look of happiness and calm taking over her countenance high above cancelled out the privilege of admiring her planetary assets.
“Oh, John… or, do you prefer Shawn? Gosh, those are close, aren’t they? Well, whichever it is, I seriously can’t TELL you what a relief this is!” Angie laughed with uproarious joy, a hand over her heart as she bent forward in mirth to contain herself, though she still towered over me even then. She then gripped little Doug around his chest and shoulder blades with those red fingernails, pushing him a solid inch deeper back into the sweaty flesh valley from which he’d popped on my behalf, while my buddy could only wriggle and grunt more pitifully. “I was really beginning to think I’d have to just crack you over the back of the head with my vibrator. And trust me, what’s happening to you right now hurts much less than that would have.”
I couldn’t say whether I’d have preferred blunt force trauma to my cranium over this, considering the nightmarish surreality and surge of greater fear than I’d ever known in my whole life coursing through my decidedly-smaller body, but I took her word for it. My brain was still having so much trouble processing the fact that I was laid at the feet of by far the tallest woman I could’ve pictured, or rather, I like Doug had become diminutive enough to see her that way. It was difficult to guess in the darkness and overall shock-state, but I couldn’t have been taller than two and a half feet now.
“I know, I know. It’s a lot to take in. A lot more than you thought when you first saw me,” Angie said, while stroking her middle fingertip in taunting circles around Doug’s head. “But, on the plus side, your friend here was nice enough to give you the Cliff Notes of what’s happening here, which saves me from having to go through all the dreary who-what-how rigmarole with you. This probably won’t surprise you, Shawn, but after you’ve milked enough horny boys tiny, one does get bored with having to go through the same spiel over and over with every new guest. So, what he told you will suffice. Well, except for the witch part. That’s not quite true. But, I’ll take it as a compliment nonetheless. And really, isn’t it so much easier to hear bad news when it comes from a close friend instead of a perfect stranger? Then again, maybe I am perfect enough that you won’t mind if I treat you as familiar anyway.”
I stood up out of my clothes, though slowly, with every bone quaking like I’d just been jabbed by a cattle prod, despite the eerie lack of pain that came along with the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to my body. Sure enough, the top of my head only reached somewhere around the middle of Angie’s thigh. How out-of-this-world it was to think that, less than a minute ago, I was actually stooping with intend to wrap my mouth over that still-gleaming vulva and suck as though it too would spurt whole milk down my throat. Now, I wouldn’t even be able to reach her delicacy on tiptoes. Angie would in fact have to squat until her labia drooped low enough for me to crane my neck into eating-out posture, and even then, I’d be hard-pressed to stay in good pleasure-providing range for that pussy, unless she outright slumped those overbearing booty cheeks down until my face was buried in buoyant fleshy excess.
But obviously, in this time-frozen instant, I was less concerned with munching Angie’s cunt, and more with getting the hell away from her and her fucked-up possibly-magic milk as soon as possible. I jolted as if to sprint the other direction, already gearing myself up to make the flying leap for the deadbolt on the front door, and just hoping I could reach it before this woman caught up. Her strides might’ve been much longer than mine now, but running had to be tough with those twin mountains bucking and throwing her off balance, so I might still have a chance. Unfortunately, though, whatever last twinge of guilt I was still capable of feeling stuck hard in my craw, as I kept watching the giantess’s finger petting my buddy’s head. Doug wouldn’t have left me behind, a fact my survivalist instinct told me was irrelevant, but while I was prepared to live with a whole lot of “wrong” in other ways, I couldn’t have quite managed just turning tail. Bros before hoes. So I took my best lunge then and there, wrapping one arm around Angie’s leg for support while reaching as high up her stomach as I could.
Without skipping a beat, her palm slapped across my face, not to punish me, but restrain, as she took hold and clasped all my diminished features at once; those long fingers of hers, their reach lengthier than ever, spread and combed through my hair, all while gripping my head like a softball, as she had when we kissed in the doorway, but requiring only a single mitt now to push me back to ground. Despite the flailing of my arms at her statuesque leg, the digging in of my heels against the carpet, and my frenzied sputtering, I couldn’t advance a single inch further to try and subdue Angie, let alone rescue Doug. I wouldn’t have believed what was happening before my eyes if I hadn’t been here in the flesh to experience every panic impulse firsthand. Here I was, utterly dwarfed by this pale black-maned uber-boobed valkyrie who from my perspective appeared to be in the zip code of twelve feet tall with the strength to match that size; beneath one hand, she controlled the fate of my best friend and wingman, and on the other hand, she was able to keep me held back and lovingly tousle my hair at once like an unruly tantrum-throwing brat.
“Sorry, but you’ve got to be much cleverer than that, unless you misheard me when I said I’ve done this a lot. Honestly though, I can’t imagine what the problem is here for you, Shawn. As you can clearly tell, you’ve drunk a much lesser dose of my famous homemade fun-time juice than your wingman here. Do you know what that means?” Angie teased as she continued easily keeping my thrashing form at bay with a single polish-taloned hand plastered over my face, causing all the confusion, horror, and anger inside me to contort into one vaguely impotent emotion. “It means you and I get to take our time. Which is much more than can be said for this fellow. Not that I have anything against guests who go so quickly from man to boy to toy, but the thing is, there’s really only so much you can do with someone this size. Well, fair enough, there are a few good things. But I happen to have a good friend named Carlos who already happily fills that position, so to speak, and he’s gotten quite talented at it, so unfortunately there aren’t any openings there at this time.”
“J-Just run, man!” Doug squealed. “Forget about me!”
I probably should’ve felt bad about how quickly I was able to concur with my friend’s sacrificial offering once he gave me permission, and attempt to hurl myself in the other direction. Unfortunately, with Angie’s hand still around my head, it was just as difficult to back away now as it was to tackle her leg forward. I could swing my legs, but my neck wasn’t going to budge so long as she held me. Only my ultra-baggy boxers had somehow managed to stay on my shrunken form, at least until now, when they fell like a hula hoop, leaving me just as naked as my hostess and Doug, though definitely not under the terms I’d at all hoped for. I’d have once thought that being naked in the same room as my wingman with just one woman for us to share was the most depressing possible outcome for any one-night stand, but Angie had shown me just how wrong that belief was, along with showing me quite a few other new things.
“Now, now, going so soon? Just because I said I don’t have much use for your friend, doesn’t mean you and I still haven’t got plenty to do. The night is young, after all,” Angie cooed with an unsettling lullaby timbre. All the while I kept growling and treadmilling in place with increasing pointlessness, attempting again to lunge at Angie’s leg or toward the bedroom door, but neither was possible still, especially the tighter her massive hand white-knuckled my skull. “All right, Shawn, you’ve got some spirit, which happens to be almost as big a turn-on for me as seeing men like you taken down a notch, so I’ll give you a fair shot here. You’ll get one jump. One chance to get up here and pull Doug away from the best set of tits he’s ever seen, either. I won’t lay a hand on you, scout’s honor. And then I’ll even open the door for you and send you off with a goodie bag to remember the party by. But if you miss? Well, let’s just say it’s a win-win, because we’ll still have just about as much fun as you can handle. Plus a little more than that.”
