Chapter 1
My name’s Lee. I’m thirty and since my parents, who were in business, died in a car accident five years ago, I’ve inherited a lot of money and have been living a pretty good life.
But I’m not happy. I’m not into the luxuries I’ve accumulated, whether it’s the cars or the villas or the food from the mountains and the sea. Nothing sparks my interest.
I’m a bit of a pervert, to be honest.
From a young age, I realised that I was a deep GTS control. I fantasised about being shrunk and played with by women every day. In fact, I lost interest in women of the same size in real life.
In the past, I felt really bad and like I couldn’t control it. But I’ve decided to embrace it and accept that this is who I am.
I’m willing to make any sacrifice to achieve this.
Fortunately, there are creatures called “Tinier” in this world. They look almost exactly like humans, but they’re only 1 mm to 10 cm tall and have an IQ equivalent to that of a 3-year-old child.
As someone who’s well-off, I’ve got access to a secret potion that can turn humans into “Tinier”.
I’ve got everything ready today and I’m taking the potion to the hall of my villa.
Just as I’m about to get started, I’m stopped by a voice.
I turn around and see my girlfriend, Sarah, who’s a college student.
I look at her and ask, “Why are you here?”
Sarah blushes and takes a moment before saying, “Please let me be with you!”
I’m taken aback for a moment before I finally grasp what she’s saying.
Sarah is a lovely college student, but there’s more to it than just her looks.
She’s as perverted as I am.
We often fantasise about being shrunk and toyed with in bed.
It’s not difficult to see that she has the same desire as me.
I still looked serious and sounded serious too.
I was well aware that once I took the medicine, I would really be a “tinier” and my life would be full of suffering. It would be a totally different experience from what I usually fantasise about.
I asked, “Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?”
This time, Sarah didn’t hesitate for a moment and gave a big, enthusiastic nod.
An hour later, after I failed to persuade her, we decided to go ahead with the shrink-ray treatment together.
Once we’d got everything ready for Sarah, we both stood in the hall, naked, and took out two bottles.
One bottle was filled with the medicine, and the other was filled with one centimetre of naked “Tinier” people.
We looked at each other and took the medicine together. Before long, we began to feel our bodies shrinking.
It takes a little while.
Once we’d shrunk to about ten centimetres, we went over to the bottle filled with “Tinier” people, opened the lid with a bit of a push, and stood inside. We looked at the “Tinier” people at the bottom of the bottle, who were frantically trying to avoid our feet, and we both smiled and gave each other a hug.
About a minute later, we’d shrunk to one centimetre, the same size as the other “Tinier” people in the bottle.
The “Tiniers” were a bit surprised at first by our transformation, but they soon forgot about it and came up to us, treating us like any other “Tiniers”.
I was standing in the naked crowd, looking up at the bottle opening and the big furniture outside, and I really felt how small I was.
I turned to Sarah and said, “We’re not human anymore.”
Sarah gave me a nod and a smile, and I could see she was feeling a bit relieved.
Like me, she had been open and honest about her desires, set aside the responsibilities that come with being a “Tinner”, and had simply enjoyed the pleasures of being a “Tinier”.
Just as we were getting used to it, there was a sudden tremor in the ground.
I looked up and saw a pair of feet in white stockings and pink slippers, towering into the sky through the glass.
Then a pair of slim, white and delicate hands came down from the sky, picked up the bottle holding all of us ‘Tiniers’ and put it level with the owner of the hands.
I recognised her as my maid.
She asked, “Is this the express delivery the boss ordered?” What? It’s the “Tinier” variety? The master has really poor taste... Never mind, just send it out early. I have to watch the live broadcast tonight.
Then she walked over to the front door of the villa with the bottle.
I turned around and told Sarah, “Don’t worry, this is all part of the plan.” She’s not aware that I’m here. As a matter of fact, no one outside of our team is aware of our situation. We’ll be sent to someone as ordinary as can be.
Sarah gave me a hug and seemed a little out of breath. I’m not sure if she finally realised the horror of this operation, or if she was even more excited.
But it’s irrelevant now. We’ve come this far, and there’s no going back now.
The bottle cap was snapped on, and then we were both packed into an impact-resistant gift box. As the light outside disappeared, I knew we had become a delivery item.
We looked up and saw that the courier’s packaging had been ripped open, and a beautiful face appeared outside the bottle.
The rest of the “Tinier” chattered away, but since they weren’t very smart, they could only express emotions and didn’t have any practical uses.
I looked at the girl’s big, sparkling eyes and whispered to Sarah, ‘Her name’s Lynn, she’s 18, a high school student, and her hobbies are dancing and badminton.’ I’ve done some digging and it turns out she’s a big fan of ‘Tinier’ and often checks out porn sites on the sly. I set up a fake social media account and started chatting with her, saying that I wanted to give her a gift.
“We’re that gift, and she’s our client.”
Before I could finish speaking, the entire bottle tilted, and Sarah and I rolled uncontrollably towards the opening.
It was clear that Lynn wasn’t bothered by the whispers of the ‘Tiniers’. She opened the lid and poured all the Tiniers onto her desk, then looked down at them.
She said to herself,
There are a total of ten Tiniers, which is worth quite a lot. “What a great gift!”
Sarah and I had just stood up and looked up at the same time, right into Lynn’s eyes.
Those eyes were high above our heads, looking down at us like two moons.
But Lynn was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t see us.
To be precise, she didn’t think we were two little people staring at her with any intention of being noticed. She only saw us as objects, as playthings.
I lowered my head a little and looked at my naked body.
Before I got smaller, I had to think carefully about every move I made and act in a way that was both stylish and appropriate.
But now, even if I exposed my naked body in front of a teenage girl, it wouldn’t make a difference. I was completely overlooked.
It seems that people who are smaller than average are not considered people. They are seen as pets or bugs and are not expected to wear clothes.
I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop trembling. I held Sarah’s hand and found that she was also shaking.
Yes, this is what we’ve been aiming for: shrinking and being treated like toys.
We were once adults with status and wealth, but now we were naked and being toyed with on a table by 16-year-old high school girls.
We were all feeling pretty excited and a little bit terrified.
This feeling didn’t last long.
Lynn reached out and placed us all in her hand.
During the process, Sarah and I had to roll over a few times and were also pressed down by other people who were smaller than us. But we felt the softness and warmth of the high school girls’ palms underneath us, and we knew it was worth it.
I heard Lynn’s voice, loud and clear:
“Anyway, first... well, let’s clean up first.”
She didn’t have much pocket money and she hadn’t played with the “Tinier” people before, so she could only walk to the bathroom with the “Tinier” in her hands while thinking about how to use the sex toys she had just learned about.
I soon spotted a toilet, sink, and bathtub that resembled a skyscraper and a stadium.
Naturally, since I was lying on Lynn’s hand, the view was akin to that of a helicopter.
The next thing we knew, we were poured into a transparent glass of water.
Lynn said, “Just add clean water, a little soap, and give it a gentle shake…”
After a few minutes of shaking, we were finally clean.
During this time, one of the smaller cups accidentally fell out of the cup. If Lynn hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have fallen into the sink drain.
It was clear that Lynn wasn’t particularly experienced in this area. I looked at Sarah and was relieved that we hadn’t fallen in.
But we had to be careful. We couldn’t let an accident get in the way of experiencing true paradise. Our intelligence is what sets us apart from the “Tinier.” If we use it properly, we’ll definitely live much longer than the real “Tinier.”
In short, once we’d cleaned up, we stood at the bottom of the cup, waiting for Lynn to give us further instructions.
Lynn took a moment to think, then had a brainstorm and said to us, “Since you’re in the cup, let me let my scent become familiar to you!” “It’ll always be with you in the future.”
She picked up the cup and put it to her lips, opening them wider than mine and sticking her tongue into it.
To us, it looked like a pinkish piece of flesh covered in particles and saliva!
We could see her marble-white teeth and the unfathomable depths of her throat through the base of her tongue.
Sarah let out a scream, and I was a little taken aback, as were the other students.
But the cup was so big, there was nowhere to hide.
The tip of her tongue came at us with a mouthful of saliva.
I felt a warm, slimy object brush against my face, and then a slightly sticky layer of saliva covered my face and poured into my mouth and nose.
The saliva tasted foul, which was to be expected, given that Lynn hadn’t brushed her teeth. How could the saliva of a normal person taste good?
But it was in this saliva that my lower body rose uncontrollably.
I swallowed my spit, staring at the huge tongue in front of me and the deep throat that kept emitting a mist of saliva.
Lynn had absolutely no idea about this.
When Lynn thought it was enough, she closed her mouth and put down the cup, and I finished just in time.
I ignored Lynn’s shaky walk and turned to Sarah, who was sitting next to me.
She was now covered in the saliva of the female high school student, especially her dark hair, which was wrapped in saliva and looked particularly unkempt.
However, her face was also flushed.
I went over to her and, even though we were covered in each other’s bodily fluids, I gave her a hug.
We were completely soaked in Lynn’s scent.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No, I don’t regret it.”
The questions and answers were over, and the shaking of the cup stopped.
We were put back on the table, on all fours with our necks raised, looking up at Lynn like crawling creatures.
The young giant checked her phone, as if she’d found something really interesting, and her face turned red as she turned to us.
She looked at us, surprised to see a man and a woman embracing, and then picked us up.
She then used her other hand to open the shorts and the pink underwear inside, revealing the crotch, which was wrapped in pubic hair that had just started to sprout.
As soon as her large fingers loosened, Sarah and I dropped down, falling into the sweaty and stinky undergrowth of pubic hair.
