Shrinking Protection Policy

Shrinking Protection Policy.

              Fran hummed as she washed the counter.  “Today is going to be a good day.  It has almost been a week since anyone dared to rob my quaint little store.”  She looked around at all the jewels lining the walls.  “I swear if I could just go one full week without someone thinking they can come in here.  Hell, I think some people try and rob me just for the thrill.”  She put her head in her right hand.  “They probably heard what happens when they steal from Shining Shrinking Jewels that the shrinking part is real.”  She snorted.  “I knew putting the security word in my business name was a bad idea.”

              A young man entered the store and slowly walked around.  “Can I help you?”  He didn’t look at Fran, which caused her to stand up.  “Sir?”

              “I am just browsing.”  He grabbed two rubies and a diamond.

              “You know you need to pay for those.”  The man turned and tried to run for the door, but Fran’s finger was already on the security button.  A large metal door slammed down, blocking his exit.  He turned around and pulled a gun on her.

              “Lady, don’t you dare call the cops.”

              She smiled.  “Cops?  Why would I call them.”  A mist began to descend from the ceiling.  “I don’t need them to deal with you.”

              “Just let me out of here and everything will be okay.”  He started to cough.  “What are you doing?”  He pointed the weapon at her again.  “Are you trying to put me to sleep?”

              Fran shook her head.  “Nope.”

              The young robber blinked his eyes as he slowly began to shrink.  “What the fucking hell?”  He dropped his weapon and stumbled backward as his jacket began to become bulkier on his body.  “What are you doing?  Why isn’t this happening to you?”

              She smirked as she walked out from behind the counter.  “Because I have the antidote running through my system.”  She giggled as she watched him try and hold up his pants.  “It helps to deal with crooks such as you.”  Fran patted him on the shoulder.  “It helps to have fun with you as well.”

              He gulped.  “What do you mean have fun?”

              “I mean, you are going to keep shrinking.  I have to teach you a lesson, after all.”  She put her hands on her hips.  “I always have to teach people who would dare and try and rob my store why they shouldn’t.”  She laughed as his pants fell to the ground.  “So, how does it feel to be four feet tall, my boy?”

              “Stop it.  I don’t want to keep getting smaller.”

              Fran patted him on the head.  “Oh, but you will.  Soon, you will be my little man, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.”  She giggled.  “I wonder how long until you fall out of that shirt of yours.  Or maybe it will just smush you, and I will have to dig you out of it.”

              He turned around and tried to run for the door.  “Fuck this.  I am going to try and crawl under that door.  Hopefully, I will shrink small enough and—” She reached down and picked him up by grabbing his shirt.  “Ahhhhhh!”

              “Aww.  Trying to run away from me?  Where would you even go?”  She held him up and watched him fumble about in his shirt, slowly shrinking more and more, down to almost a foot tall.  “You can hardly fend for yourself.  Why you can’t even get out of your shirt anymore.”

              “Let me go!”

              She poked at him.  “Why cutie pie?”

              “Because I said so.”

              She fished him out, now able to hold him like a doll.  “But I don’t think you understand the situation you are in.  You are now mine until you grow back.  Until then. . . you are at the whims of Mistress Fran.”  She poked him in the belly.  “And I want to play.”

              He gulped.  “What?”

              She walked over to the counter and set him down.  “What?  You don’t want to play with your giant mistress?”  She used her index finger to toy with his little man.  “And I thought you robbed me because you liked me.”

              His face turned red.  “Now I know why this store has a reputation.  Everyone told me not to rob from you unless—”

              “Unless you wanted to be my little man for a day.”

              “A day!”  His dick began to harden.

              “Aww, you are starting to like it.”  She picked him up.  “Everyone starts to enjoy being my little one eventually.”

              “But. . .”

              “Tell you what.”  She held him in front of her face.  “I want you to put those rocks you tried to steal back, and then I will let you play with me for a bit.”  She forced him to look at her breasts.  “You do want a reward, don’t you?”

              “But how am I supposed to get those jewels all the way up there?  I am so fucking tiny. . .”  He gulped.  “Mistress.”

              “I guess I can help a little bit.  Otherwise, it will just take forever to reopen the store.  And I can’t have that.”  Fran walked over to where the jewels were on the ground and picked them up.  She then set them down on the case where the little robber had tried to rip her off, but as far as away as possible so he would have to work his ass off.  “Okay.”  Fran set him down.  “Get to work.  I know you want to play with me.”

              The young man picked up the first ruby, struggling to carry it.  “Ugh, this is so fucking heavy.”

              “Keep going, hun.”  She bent down and placed her breasts next to him.  “Remember your reward after.”

              His dick became rock-hard.  “Yes, ma’am.”  He hurried across the glass case before placing the first ruby back where it came from.  He repeated this process three times before looking up at his mistress.  “Did I do good?”

              Fran tossed off her shirt.  “You did great, honey.”  She unhooked her bra.  “You did ohhhh soo great.”  She picked him up and fell onto her back.  “Now you get a little bit of playtime, and then I have to reopen my store.  I am running a business, after all.”

              “Yes, ma’am.”  He pressed his naked body against her right breast, his dick pressing down against her body.  “You feel so warm.”

              “It’s because you make me warm and hot.”  Her breasts became hard, her nipples pushing outward.  “Maybe you should play with my. . . ohhhhhhh!”  She moaned as he rubbed his dick against her right nipple.  “Yes.  Such a good little boy.  You. . . ohhhhh. . .”  She turned her head.  “So good.  Soo.  . . yesssss!”

              “I feel soo hot.  Fucking hell I am. . . ohhhhhh!”

              “Keep going. . .”  She rubbed his back with her index finger.  “You better keep going and help me cum!”

              “You. . . devil you.”  His dick rubbed up and down against her breast as his mouth moved to envelop her nipple.  She felt her nipple harden in his mouth.

              “Oh yes.  Yessssssssssssssss!”  Milk began to drip out of her breasts.  “I. . . can’t take it.  I. . . fuckkkkkk!”

              “Am I being good mistress?  Ohhhh!”

              She pressed him down hard against her body as her other hand slammed against her pussy.  “Soooo good.”  Her eyes drifted into her head as she felt herself cum.  “Soo fucking good!”  She smiled, and she looked down at him.  “I hope you enjoyed yourself, my little dear.”

              “I. . . ohhh.”

              Fran smiled as she picked him up.  “Don’t worry. I am sure you will get some more time to play later.”  She carried him into the back room.  “Though you may have to wait your turn.”  She put him into a glass jar with small air holes.  The young man looked to the side to see multiple other tiny figures.  “Say hello to your living companions.  They are. . . still waiting for their time as my little ones to be over.”

              “Wait.”  His hands pressed against the glass.  “You can’t leave me in here.”

              She knelt down in front of him.  “I can do whatever I want, my dear.  You are mine until I say otherwise.”  She blew him a kiss.  “And I decide if you have fun or not.  Ta ta deary.”  She turned around and laughed.  “I better make sure the store is in order.”  She pressed the button under her desk, the gate lifting from the entrance.  “And one last thing to check.”  Fran walked out and checked the sign-out front, which read steal from us if you dare.  “Good.  Everything is in order.”  She giggled.  “I sure do have people trying to steal from me so often.”  She turned around.  “It is a damn shame.”