By the Grace of... Grace: Chapter 1

What happens when a young, rising influencer finds a tiny man stricken with the shrinking virus? Will she help him or will she use him to ease her boredom? All he knows is that he is only going to survive by the grace of... well, Grace.

Grace strutted down the hallway of the upscale hotel, her hips swaying with each confident step. At 22, she had the poise and grace of a seasoned actress, which was fitting considering her rising star status in the world of online influencers. She was young, hot, and she knew it. She played up the nice girl-next-door look in her videos, but also when to play up the sex appeal. Her rich, warm brown skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights of the hotel corridor. She had inherited her mother's striking features - high cheekbones, full lips, and those piercing, almond-shaped brown eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe that everyone her age thinks they know, or at least a quick comeback. Her hair, a mass of tight curls, dyed a light brown with highlights, was pulled back into a sleek bun, showcasing her elegant neck and the diamond pendant that hung from a delicate gold chain. She was the epitome of beauty and brains, a lethal combination that left most men tongue-tied in her presence.

As she approached her hotel room door, she heard a faint, strangled cry for help. Rolling her eyes at the annoyance, she glanced down, expecting to find a small animal or perhaps a prank left by one of her friends. Instead, she saw a tiny man, no taller than her hand, waving his arms frantically. He was as naked as the day he was born, which turned her look of puzzlement to a smirk.

"Hey, hey, miss! Please, I need help!" the tiny man called out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Grace stopped in her tracks, staring down at the miniscule man with a mix of amusement and disdain. She crossed her arms under her modest, but pleasing bosom, the silky fabric of her blouse stretching taut against her skin.

"What's the matter, tiny? Did you lose your way back to your ant farm?" Grace asked, a smirk playing on her full lips.

The man, who appeared to be in his early thirties, looked up at her with desperation etched on his small face. "Please, I've been shrunk. I don't know what happened, but I need help! You can't leave me like this! Save me!"

Grace couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter, the sound echoing through the hallway. "Save you? Is that supposed to be a joke?" She squatted down on her heels that were about as tall as his entire body as the tiny man ran up to her. "You know there's no cure for this. I'm lucky I'm immune. You should have gotten a vaccine. Who knows what version of the shrink virus you got..."

"Please, miss. Please. My name is Davis. I'm thirty. I'm a person, just like you. Please help me!" The tiny man cried up at her, both of them missing the fact that she was flashing her dark red panties over his body, panties that matched the satin red blouse she was wearing. He was basically right beneath and slightly in front of her and with her squatting like this, her tight black skirt did not hide much.

"Hmm... I dunno," she teased, tapping her plump lower lip with one perfectly manicured finger. "I don't really know what I could use a tiny guy for. I guess I could put you out of your misery, just toss you in the trash or something. Or flush you."

The tiny man yelped in fear at these suggestions and she saw him lose a few precious centimeters in height. He was no more than four inches tall now. A grin crossed her face.

"Hold on now. This changes things, lil dude."

She had heard about special strains of the shrinking virus where its victims, if not treated or given medication to stabilize it, will continue to shrink when faced with things such as bursts of adrenaline, or fear. Giving him no time to react, she scooped him up in one smooth, slender hand. She squeezed him tightly enough to stop him from squirming and opened her hotel room. She quickly shut the door behind herself. He was all hers.

Grace stood in her luxurious hotel room, admiring her prize as she held Davis firmly in her hand. She could feel his tiny heart pounding rapidly against her palm, a sign of his growing panic and distress. His miniscule body was soft and warm, his skin smooth like a newborn's. She brought him closer to her face, her eyes narrowing as she examined him with a critical gaze.

"You're just a tiny little thing, aren't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement. "I bet you thought you were a big shot, didn't you? A grown man, you said? Ha!" She laughed cruelly, shaking her head.

Davis trembled in her grasp, his fear causing him to lose a few more precious millimeters in height. Grace watched with sadistic delight as his form shrank even further, now a mere 3.9 inches tall. She could see every detail of his body, from the way his chest heaved with each rapid breath to the way his manhood shriveled up in terror.

"Look at you, shrinking like a scared little girl," Grace taunted, shaking her head. "You're not a man at all. You're just a tiny, pathetic little creature."

She carried him over to the large, plush bed dominating the center of the room. The dark red of her shirt and black of her skirt were a stark contrast to the white of the bedding as she climbed onto it, still holding Davis tightly.

"I think I know just what I can do with you," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You can be my new little plaything. I've been so bored at this conference for days. I'll have so much fun tormenting you."

She sat down on the bottom third of the bed, crossing her long, shapely legs, trapping the tiny many in the chocolatey tan walls of her legs and presenting with another view of red, her panties. With that, she opened her hand, letting Davis tumble onto the bed. He landed on the soft duvet, sinking into the luxurious fabric. Grace leaned down, her face now looming over his tiny form like a mountain range. She licked her lips hungrily as she reached out to grab him again, ready for him to begin his new life as her personal toy.

He was all hers to play with. She could do anything her heart desired and he couldn't resist. Two questions dominated her mind while she pondered how to dominate him. The first was what did she want to do with him? The second was how small could he get?

Meanwhile, her tiny captive was rethinking his desire to be found and "rescued" by the beautiful mocha skinned girl who now literally surrounded him. He was an accountant staying at the hotel on his way back from a conference of his own, and now he was this woman's plaything. 

Grace grinned wickedly as she loomed over Davis's tiny, terrified form. She could feel his heart racing like a hummingbird's as she slowly lowered her hand, pressing against him, causing him to sink into the plush bedding. The luxurious fabric engulfed him like a sea of cotton, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body above him.

"What am I going to do with you?" Grace mused aloud, tapping her chin with a perfectly manicured finger. "The possibilities are endless. I could use you as a tiny little slave, make you paint my nails, or maybe a living, breathing sex toy. Or perhaps I'll take you home, let you shrink down to nothing and just leave you there to live out your days as an insect at my feet."

Davis shuddered at the thought, feeling his body shrink even smaller at the prospect of being nothing more than a plaything or a tiny creature scurrying beneath her. He tried to crawl away, but the soft fabric of the duvet seemed to swallow him up, making it nearly impossible to move beneath the weight of her fingers.

As Grace pondered her options, she couldn't help but marvel at the way Davis's body continued to shrink before her eyes. With each passing second, he seemed to lose a little more of his hard-won adulthood, regressing back to a more primal, base state. She watched in fascination as he dwindled to a mere 3 inches tall, his once adult-sized body now no bigger than her outstretched finger.

Grace reached out and grabbed Davis by the waist, lifting him up to dangle helplessly in the air. She could feel his puny muscles trembling beneath her fingertips as she examined him like a curious insect.

"You know, I think you'll make an excellent little stress toy," she declared, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Whenever I'm feeling tense, I can just squeeze you in my hand until you're small enough to fit in my pocket. Then I can take you everywhere with me - to work, to lunch, even to bed. You'll be my own personal, living, breathing stress ball."

Davis's eyes widened in horror at the thought of being used as a human stress toy, of having his tiny, fragile body squeezed and abused by this cruel woman's hands. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but Grace silenced him by bringing him closer to her face, his feet now dangling just inches from her plump, glossy lips. Those lips curled into a grin.

"I wonder what you taste like?" She said in a husky tone, her warm breath washing over him.