Smaller Luke Theory
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Field Research - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2024-10-16 19:52:27 +0000 UTC“You ready for this, little guy?”
Jenny was towering over the passenger-side door of her car, holding it open for me. Swallowing a little and steeling my nerves, I nodded and hopped down.
It had been three days since the last pill, and this was the first time I’d left Jenny’s apartment. Shrinking around her was one thing; I was resolute in following our shared fantasy through, in bleeding off as much mass as her drug could take from me, in allowing myself to fall completely under her power. Seeing her gigantic body, at least twice as tall as mine, weighing probably a full order of magnitude more than me, was nevertheless a little frightening, but it was tempered by the knowledge that this gorgeous, curly-haired behemoth loved me. I trusted her completely, and… it’s a little hard to explain, but the vulnerability of my shrunken stature wasn’t quite so paralyzing when it was just the two of us, even though she made me feel even smaller than I was.
That all went out the window as soon as we were out in public. It had been intimidating enough to come back to the lab last week to get measured, and now, I was even smaller. I found myself unconsciously huddling against the massive swerve of Jenny’s hip as we walked down the sidewalk toward the lab entrance, a hand the size of my entire head gently stroking my hair as we went. Every time I realized just how pathetic I was being, I pushed away from her, tried my best to remain steadfast and independent… but before long, I was pulled back toward her hip, trapped in its gravity.
Everything was just so big. I was child-sized now, and not even a particularly big child. It was kind of hard to imagine that, at one point in my life, this size had been normal. Even little things like how much longer and wider each segment of the sidewalk was now, or how the handful of trees dotting the lawn seemed to tower far higher than they ought to, hammered away at my brain, emphasizing just how much I’d changed.
“I-in some ways,” I said, coughing to try and force the stutter out of my throat. “I think it might be easier once I’m smaller.”
“How so?”
“Just… right now, it’s like… this is the world I’m used to, but it’s outgrowing me. If I were… really small, I mean, I don’t know how small you’re planning to make me, but, at a certain point… this won’t really be my world anymore. It’ll be something a lot more alien, and… I don’t know, I think I’d prefer that to this weird, uncanny feeling I have now.”
I looked up at Jenny, chin resting against her hip, but I couldn’t read her expression; the angle was so dramatic that I couldn’t look at her face without also partially looking into the sun.
“Sean… I know I tried to strongarm you before, but that was kind of… I mean, I was playing it up a little. You know that you can back out of this if you really want to, right? Are you sure this is what you want?”
It was a fair question, one Jenny had asked me lots of times over the past few days. Just like me, I think she was getting cold feet as the reality of all of this started to set in. When I’d taken the last shrinking pill, I’d told myself that it was a commitment to abandon my normal life. Like I’d just told Jenny, in a way I was agreeing to abandon the world that I’d lived in all my life and enter an entirely new one. It’d be a world with a lot of familiar elements, but at the same time, it was one that no one had ever entered before. And, it was much, much more dangerous than the world I was leaving. The voice of rationality was echoing in my mind, incapable of comprehending why on Earth I’d ever agree to such a thing, especially for something so small and insignificant as fulfilling a sexual fantasy.
But you know what? Astronauts abandon the world of the familiar for something dangerous and terrifying, and they don’t even get off on it. Or… well, I guess I don’t know that?
“Do you think Buzz Aldrin had like, a moon kink?”
Jenny barked a loud, uneven, bewildered laugh. I grinned.
“Hard to imagine why you’d put yourself through all that if it wasn’t a sex thing, but on the other hand, I mean, those suits are kind of too bulky to really do much. Can’t even really jerk off in them. Seems more frustrating than anything”
Jenny was laughing so hard that I wasn’t even sure that she heard me. The laughter was honestly a welcome distraction from the anxiety; I started to feel a little more comfortable breaking away from the security of her hip.
“I guess, my point is just, this is all about the adventurer’s spirit, right? And besides, ten years isn’t that long to wait to turn back to normal, in the grand scheme of things.”
A thick, powerful arm suddenly snaked around me and lifted me up as Jenny pulled me close. I would’ve straddled her side for support… but my legs couldn’t spread that wide.
“You’re assuming I’ll let you turn back to normal, you weird little freak.” She planted a giant kiss on me, and my face turned scarlet with embarrassment when she didn’t put me back down, electing instead to carry me the rest of the way into the building. She grinned devilishly at how quickly I lost the ounce of bravado I’d found as college students and aides kept turning to stare at the gargantuan amazon lugging a halfling in her arms.
We were greeted in the lab by the two research assistants, Amanda and Paul. Seeing other people up-close was an entirely new layer of disorientation; I expected Jenny to look huge, because, you know, she was. But I knew from when I first met them two weeks ago that Amanda and Paul were completely normal height. I didn’t even come up to Amanda’s shoulders now.
It was a lucky thing that Jenny had been fucking me so mercilessly this past week—I mean, obviously that was lucky, but right now I was just grateful that it made it a little easier to avoid an embarrassing situation where I was visibly aroused around two strangers.
We set to work recording our official measurements. I was now 114 centimeters tall; a puny 3’9”. Despite retaining my heavyset body shape, I now weighed only 57 pounds.
“God… That’s like. Barely more than those bags of gardening soil at the hardware store.” I was simultaneously horrified and deeply aroused.
“That’s… a weirdly specific comparison,” Amanda said as she plugged the numbers into her tablet.
“I spent this entire past summer stocking those fucking things, so they’re fresh in my memory. Forty pounds apiece.”
“I mean,” Paul butted in from one of the computer desks, “proportionately, 57 is a lot more than 40. That’s, what… almost 150%.”
“142.5,” Jenny corrected him. She was leaning against the wall, staring down at me seductively. I smiled, embarrassed, but silently tried to gesture to her that maybe she shouldn’t be fucking me that hard with her eyes while her assistants were watching.
Then again, I was one to talk. It took a Herculean amount of self control to keep from throwing myself into Jenny’s arms when it was time for her measurements: 229 centimeters, 776 pounds.
“Fuck…” I muttered silently as I slumped down into a miniature stool the research assistants had borrowed for me from the Child Psychology department.
“An order of magnitude” had been an underestimation. To get from my weight to Jenny’s, you had to multiply it by ten… and then add the entire weight of an average adult.
“Hey, um, Jenny, doyoumaybewantto…” my voice was cracking as I fumbled through my words. I’d instinctively started to try and come up with some excuse for us to get a quick moment of privacy, before realizing that I had no authority to get Amanda and Paul out of here and wouldn’t even know how to if I did.
I didn’t have to find a way to finish that sentence, because it was interrupted by the door swinging open. Dr. Walker stepped in, followed by a man in a tweed jacket I didn’t recognize.
Jenny set her jaw the second she saw him. “Pretty sure you’re only approved to go and clean out your office, Doctor.”
Dr. Walker didn’t respond right away, too stunned by how large Jenny had grown. After a moment, he picked his jaw up off the floor, shaking his head. “I have every right to see just how much of a travesty you’re making out of my research project.”
Amanda and Paul sheepishly tried to disappear behind their monitors as Jenny took a step toward her old boss.
“It’s not your research project anymore. You gave it up when you decided to file your lawsuit.”
Intimidated, Dr. Walker averted his gaze from Jenny… and finally noticed me. His eyes went wide as he took a few steps toward me.
“Dear God… what is she doing to you?”
“The work we’re doing here is confidential,” Jenny snapped, then took a breath. “Dr. Walker. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we have only the utmost respect for you.”
“You don’t speak for me when… you… say… that. Sorry.” My voice died in my throat as Jenny shot me a death glare.
“However,” she continued, “you are no longer an employee of this university, and you no longer have the authorization to be in this room.” She took a few slow, ominous steps toward him, and even from my position several feet away I could see him starting to tremble. “It’s well within my rights to call security and have them escort you out of here, but I really don’t want to do that.”
Dr. Walker swallowed. “B-because you respect me.”
“No.” Jenny smiled. “Because it would be so much more fun to pick you up and throw your ass on the curb myself.”
“Are you threatening my client?!” the other man butted in, confirming my suspicion that he was Walker’s lawyer.
“Nope. I am informing your client that he’s currently committing criminal trespass, and as an employee of the university I am legally permitted to eject him from the premises through force.” Jenny’s words were precise and rehearsed; she’d clearly been coached on exactly what to say.
Dr. Walker heaved a deep breath, finding another well of nerve to draw from. “Ms. Miller—Jennifer. This is going to bite you in the ass.”
“Greg—”
Dr. Walker put up a hand to shush his lawyer. “You know full well that you’re not just bending the rules, you’re breaking them with wild abandon. I might be out of a job, but you’re gonna be behind bars at the rate you’re going. Assuming your heart doesn’t give out from how much strain you’re putting on it, piling on all that, that, mass.” He said “mass” like it was a dirty word, and I found myself deeply regretting the fact that I was no longer tall enough to punch him in the face.
Jenny just smirked. “The university’s not going to let anything—”
“The university’s going to protect the research. They’re not going to protect you anymore than they have to. You really think you’re so fucking indispensable?”
“Greg, that’s enough.”
“Look at how quick they got rid of me, a PhD on the tenure track. How many criminal and ethical investigations do you think they’re going to put up with before they decide you’re more trouble than you’re worth? You better suck down all the formula you can get your fat, disgusting fingers on now, because you’re gonna be in prison before too long.”
“Greg, shut the fuck up,” the lawyer snapped. “You brought me here to keep you from hurting your case, and right now you’re hurting your fucking case.”
Jenny was seething, clenching her fists and biting her lip as the lawyer dragged Dr. Walker out of the room. Amanda and Paul were cowering away from her, and I felt the instinct to do the same… but I fought against it, moving instead to place a small, comforting hand on her own. I slowly felt the tension melt away from under her skin as I gently rubbed.
“Alright, alright…” Jenny muttered to herself, rubbing a few tears of anger out of her eyes. “Well that fuckin’ sucked.”
I kept comforting her, while Amanda and Paul silently nodded in agreement.
“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” I offered.
“He is…” she agreed, “but, he does probably have a point. I mean. Even if we’d been playing all of this completely by the book… the university might drum up some kind of reason to push me or, hell, all of us off of this thing.”
“That’s not really how this works,” Paul offered meekly.
“Paul, you get that this is like… bigger than discovering nuclear fission, right?” Jenny asked, taking a seat on a stool before jumping back to her feet when it creaked worryingly under her weight. “Like, the far-reaching consequences of this tech are bigger than anything anyone in this room can even imagine. I know that’s easy to lose sight of when we’re basically just using it for sex right now but—” Jenny caught herself mid-sentence, horrified by what she’d just let slip. I’d never seen her turn so red before.
“Jenny… you didn’t exactly say anything we don’t already know,” Amanda said. She almost sounded slightly annoyed. “These are the most erotically-charged lab measurements I’ve ever taken in my life. It’s like, borderline uncomfortable.”
This did nothing to soothe Jenny’s nerves as she grabbed two chairs, lined them up side-by-side, and sat down in both. “Great. So in other words we can add ‘sexual harassment’ to the list of ethics charges against me.” She buried her face in her hands, leaning against a work table.
Paul and Amanda exchanged a glance.
“I mean… we’re not gonna say anything,” said Paul.
Jenny peeked at him incredulously from between her hands, and he just shrugged.
“I’m pretty sure Amanda feels the same way about this, but this project got so much more fun when you joined. We were signed up to spend probably the rest of our time here just crunching numbers. Maybe administering the formula to some cell cultures under a microscope.”
“And now,” Amanda added, nodding, “we’re, you know, like you said, this is atom bomb-level stuff. It’s gonna change the world as we know it, and we’re in on the ground floor. I don’t think either of us would give that up just because our boss is a pervert who gets off on manipulating doofy men into signing away their life to science. Uh. Sorry.” Amanda blushed; I guess it was easy to forget I was here when I was so small.
“I can’t exactly deny the charges,” I said, smiling. “So… okay, awesome, you two aren’t gonna cause problems for Jenny or me. But Walker will, and the university might. What’s the plan to deal with that?”
We all sat silently, thinking. I assume that the mad scientist and her two loyal henchmen were coming up with more productive ideas than I was… especially because I found it hard to keep my focus from straying toward Jenny’s astounding body.
After ten minutes or more, Jenny slowly opened her mouth, her thoughts developing as she spoke. “What did that fuckhead say to me? That I ‘better suck down as much formula as my fat, disgusting fingers can get ahold of?’
“Might not be such a bad idea.”
