“Are you sure you’re OK with this?” Jessica asked for the third time in five minutes.
“Yes!” Tyler answered, unable to completely suppress his frustration at her repetition of the same question. “As long as it’s JUST you. If it were anyone else I don’t think I’d be comfortable with this.”
The arctic vixen couldn’t help but smile happily, tail wagging a bit in response, at his admission. “Aww… You trust me that much? That’s so sweet!”
Before Tyler could react a pair of white-furred arms were lifting him several inches off the ground and squeezing him in an almost comfortably tight hug. His cheeks immediately flushed when he became keenly aware of the pair of soft, if modest, swells of flesh that were Jessica’s breasts squishing against his chest. When she set him back down the small purple dragon made a point to look away from said bosom that, when he stood up straight, was only an inch or two below being eye-level with him.
“Just be careful afterwards, OK?” Tyler reminded her. “You can’t do stuff like that. It could cause serious damage.”
“I know I know, that’s why I wanted to get one last hug in!” She giggled excitedly. Giggling like that wasn’t something the normally aggressive firebrand of a fox girl usually did which is what made it that much more endearing that Tyler got to see it. “Now, you ready? Last chance to back out.”
Nodding, Tyler moved a few steps back towards the middle of the room. Only after taking a deep breath and clenching his eyes closed did he spread his arms invitingly and say “hit me.”
There was hardly any delay between his words and the sharp electrical discharge that followed. There wasn’t really any physical impact Tyler could feel but when the burst of energy impacted with his chest he still stumbled back a half-step. He kept his eyes clenched tightly shut even as a sudden wave of dizziness overtook him. He could feel the ground beneath him seeming to roil as he swayed unsteadily in place. His sense of balance was in total chaos and he had no doubt that if his eyes were opened right now it would get too bad for him to even stay upright.
The vertigo was so intense it almost distracted him from the other subtle sensations he was being assaulted with. His shirt seemed to grow heavier on him as the already loose-fitting T-shirt sagged lover towards his knees and let the sleeves spread further down his arms. His jean shorts similarly lengthened to well beyond his knees. An instant later they fell off entirely and pooled around his ankles as he waist became too small for them. The dragon had been barefoot so there was no feeling of socks or shoes swelling around his feet. However, that did let him feel the floor seeming to stretch out beneath his soles. That, too, didn’t help his difficult struggle not to fall over.
Before long he could feel himself vanish entirely into the increasingly massive pile of clothing that moments before had been slightly baggy but still fit just fine. When Tyler finally opened his eyes he could hardly see anything. Only the tiniest glimpses of light were visible filtering through certain areas of the layers of incredibly thick material piled around and covering him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise considering the dragon had felt his clothes falling off but a faint cold draft over his naked self caused a brief pang of panic that forced Tyler to try and cover himself with his hands on reflex. But before he could do much more than that his train of thought was derailed by a massive crash somewhere outside his cloth prison.
Thoom!
A powerful impact smashed into the ground somewhere outside what some part of him recognized as a pile of his own clothing. The force of it caused the ground to shake so hard that he stumbled briefly. Then came another impact just as powerful as the first. The little wisps of light peeking in through the walls dimmed as something blocked them from the outside. That was when the white logs shoved themselves through the fabric and engulfed him from chest to mid-thigh in a warm, fuzzy cocoon as immovable as steel.
Bright light assaulted Tyler’s eyes and elicited a yelp of discomfort. Had his arms not been pinned firmly to his sides by what he had quickly realized were gigantic fingers he would have tried to shield his eyes. It wasn’t until the dizzying sensation of a too-fast elevator ride ended that he adjusted enough to no longer be blinding. He was able to open his eyes properly just in time to look directly into the eyes of a billboard-sized recreation of Jessica’s face.
“Awwwww!” Jessica cooed excitedly; her normally higher pitched voice turned into a low rumble with their new difference in scale. “You’re like a cute little action figure.”
Nostrils flaring in indignation Tyler glared up at the giantess who’s hand was still firmly closed in a fist around the lion’s share of his body. That only caused another bout of excited fawning over him.
“Ah! Even when you’re tiny that little nostril flare you do is adorable!” She giggled. It was the closest towards a stereotypical schoolgirl that he had ever seen Jessica act; a far cry from her usual tomboyish personality. When he maintained the glare the gigantic, at least to Tyler, vixen blushed. “Sorry. Got a little excited. But you are adorable like this!”
“Anytime you want to stop squeezing me feel free to do so.” Tyler grumped.
Like a light bulb going on over her head Jessica realized she was, in fact, still clenching her fist around her little boyfriend. “Whoops! My bad.”
Jessica quickly relaxed her grip while turning her hand upright so Tyler could sit in her palm instead of be held like a toy. The now even smaller than normal dragon sighed in relief now that he wasn’t being restrained by a casual grip. When he looked back up at Jessica her wide, beaming smile was still pointed straight at him. Only now did he let himself admire the view.
“Uh… Wow. You’re really big.” Tyler said aloud.
“Actually, Ty. It’s you tha-“ Jessica started to correct but was cut off by the toy-sized dragon.
“Don’t you dare say it!”
Grinning mischievously, more like her regular self again, Jessica ignored his warning and instead adjusted what intended to say. “-that’s just so precious!”
Before Tyler could respond he abruptly found himself smothered into a wall of warm white fur! It took him a second to regain his bearings from the sudden, dizzyingly fast move but when the wall of fur pushing into him began moving back and forth he recognized Jessica was rubbing her cheek against him. She enjoyed the casual affection of rubbing her cheek against his but now that he was in a diminished state it wasn’t so much them rubbing cheeks together as it was her lightly grinding him into her palm with her cheek.
When she finished with her overwhelming show of affection she pulled her hand back in front of her face again to smile down at the now-significantly more disheveled dragon. While Tyler was recovering Jessica caught sight of something she found extremely interesting that his lack of clothing made much more apparent. Particularly now that he wasn’t using his hands to cover up.
“Hey Ty~” Jessica purred in a voice a bit too predatory for Tyler to be entirely comfortable hearing it from her new louder, deeper voice.
The dragon swallowed nervously before answering. “Um… yes?”
“Are you still comfortable with messing around with this a bit more? Or do you want me to turn you back?”
“I…” Tyler hesitated. He felt a bit more cautious after hearing Jessica use that particular voice that he knew meant mischief was impending. “I suppose for now I am… why?”
The vixen’s lips spread into a wide, toothy grin that was far more intimidating to Tyler now that each of those fangs was bigger than a kitchen knife to him now. “Well. I know what you had wanted to try out first assuming you were comfortable with this. But…” she paused so she could move her face in so close each word blasted a breath of warm, faintly minty, wind across the shrunken dragon. “I have an idea for something we could do first. And something tells me that you won’t complain too much. Or at least, won’t be complaining for long.”
Before Tyler could ask what she meant he felt her lowering him down below chin level while walking over to sit in Tyler’s bed. Before he got very far down, though, her hand stopped and moved closer to her body instead. The little purple dragon’s eyes widened when he realized what she was going to do. But by that point it was far too late. He was already being stuffed into her cleavage.
“Don’t worry, little guy. I’ll make sure to take real good care of you and help you relieve some of that… stress before we start trying some of that stuff you wanted too.” She giggled while pressing a finger on Tyler’s head to push him deeper. “Just remember that tomorrow its MY turn.”
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