HGlock SM - Mr. Micro 2.pdf

John and Evelyn had just returned home from a night out at the city theatre. It had been their first date night in months, an opportunity for the busy couple to reconnect and strengthen their bond. As the lock clicked shut behind them, Evelyn kicked off her high heeled sandals with a contented sigh. The dark leather was smooth and sleek, still buffed to a mirror polish from when she'd slipped them on earlier that evening. "Well, that was fun!" John said with a grin, setting down his keys. "We should do this more often." Evelyn smiled back at him, already starting to unbutton her blouse. "I'd like that, darling. It's nice to spend some quality time together, just the two of us." As she spoke, John felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over him. The room seemed to spin and tilt, furniture and fixtures blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. He stumbled, grabbing at the wall for support, but his fingers passed right through the solid surface as if it were made of smoke.

"What the...Evelyn!" he gasped out, staring at his wife in shock and growing horror. She had grown to towering proportions before his eyes, an Amazonian goddess looming over his dwindling form. Her blouse hung open, revealing the creamy curves of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy bra. The waistband of her skirt rode low on her hips, displaying a tantalizing strip of soft skin. Thigh-high stockings enclosed her long, toned legs, dark and sheer against her alabaster flesh.

But most mesmerizing of all were her shoes. No longer dainty sandals, but enormous platform heels that had to be at least six inches tall. The black patent leather gleamed like oil, stiletto points sharp and deadly. Each shoe was as tall as John's entire shrunken body now.

"Oh my god..." he breathed, scarcely daring to move lest he draw her attention and be noticed in his reduced state. If she saw him now, sprawled out on the carpet like some pitiful insect, she might try to crush him under one of those titanic heels on purpose. John held his breath, fighting the urge to scramble to cover. He was utterly helpless, completely at his wife's mercy. All he could do was remain perfectly still and pray that Evelyn wouldn't spot him. She continued undressing, peeling off her skirt and unclasping her bra, utterly unaware of her husband's predicament. Riveted, John watched her every move with horrified fascination, shrinking smaller and smaller until she blotted out the entire ceiling. He had never felt so tiny, so powerless, so completely dominated by a woman before. And to his shock, he found that a part of him was excited by it. Aroused, even.

As much as he dreaded discovery, John couldn't help but drink in the incredible, overwhelming sight of his wife's body from this new perspective. The way her skin seemed to glow, the delicate flush on her pale thighs, the glistening cleft of her sex... He knew he should try to escape, to find someplace safe to hide until this strange shrinking spell reversed itself. But he couldn't bring himself to look away. John remained frozen in place, a tiny, shrunken man completely in thrall to his Amazonian wife's unconscious mastery.