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“My name is Nicole, by the way. It’s nice to meet you!” With that basic introduction out of the way, she carefully moved her massive right hand to pick you up. You had to quell your instinct to run. Being ferried about between the fingers of giant women had become a regular part of your life after shrinking, but it was impossible to get used to.
Strictly speaking, one was also supposed to obtain a shrinker’s consent before handling them. Of course, all but the most progressive women had long since abandoned that formality. You couldn’t blame them. Shrinkers needed to be carried so often, it would be far too inconvenient to get their permission every time. At least Nicole had technically asked, even if she didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
The giant white cushions of her index finger and thumb compressed you tightly from front and back as she hoisted you into the air. The experience of being carried was emasculating. Especially now. She was squeezing you gently but the force was irresistible from your perspective. It was a reminder that no matter how much you trained, a girl could easily overpower you with the slightest effort.
Nicole decided that you would start with some stretching. She would stretch alongside you as well. She placed you down on the mat, and paused.
“This won’t work. What if I forget you’re there and squish you by mistake? Let’s try this.” She picked you up again, but this time when she set you down it was onto soft black fabric. You got to your feet and looked ahead. You saw the giant woman’s arching back leading up to the back of her head, her normally long blonde hair done into a bun.
You were on her butt. You felt a confusing mix of humiliation and arousal. The flesh of her right butt cheek was soft yet firm beneath your feet. Almost springy as you took a step. You could feel the muscles of her toned rear shifting and moving as she stretched. The fabric of her leggings was so tight you could see her thong outlined underneath.
You felt your face start to redden. Part of it made sense, wanting to keep you close at hand. But why not just place you on her back, or a separate mat? But you realized that she obviously didn’t see you as a sexual object. Would a girl feel embarrassed if her hamster crawled onto her butt? Of course not. It was the same concept here.
It took a conscious effort to pull your focus back to the task at hand. You began some stretches of your own, trying not to think about where you were. Then Nicole suddenly shifted. The unexpected tilt knocked you off balance, causing you to fall into the crevice between her cheeks.
As Nicole settled into a new stretch, her butt clenched, momentarily trapping you. Life as a shrinker was degrading, but this was a new low.

Description

Part 1:

Mature Content

“My name is Nicole, by the way. It’s nice to meet you!” With that basic introduction out of the way, she carefully moved her massive right hand to pick you up. You had to quell your instinct to run. Being ferried about between the fingers of giant women had become a regular part of your life after shrinking, but it was impossible to get used to.
Strictly speaking, one was also supposed to obtain a shrinker’s consent before handling them. Of course, all but the most progressive women had long since abandoned that formality. You couldn’t blame them. Shrinkers needed to be carried so often, it would be far too inconvenient to get their permission every time. At least Nicole had technically asked, even if she didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
The giant white cushions of her index finger and thumb compressed you tightly from front and back as she hoisted you into the air. The experience of being carried was emasculating. Especially now. She was squeezing you gently but the force was irresistible from your perspective. It was a reminder that no matter how much you trained, a girl could easily overpower you with the slightest effort.
Nicole decided that you would start with some stretching. She would stretch alongside you as well. She placed you down on the mat, and paused.
“This won’t work. What if I forget you’re there and squish you by mistake? Let’s try this.” She picked you up again, but this time when she set you down it was onto soft black fabric. You got to your feet and looked ahead. You saw the giant woman’s arching back leading up to the back of her head, her normally long blonde hair done into a bun.
You were on her butt. You felt a confusing mix of humiliation and arousal. The flesh of her right butt cheek was soft yet firm beneath your feet. Almost springy as you took a step. You could feel the muscles of her toned rear shifting and moving as she stretched. The fabric of her leggings was so tight you could see her thong outlined underneath.
You felt your face start to redden. Part of it made sense, wanting to keep you close at hand. But why not just place you on her back, or a separate mat? But you realized that she obviously didn’t see you as a sexual object. Would a girl feel embarrassed if her hamster crawled onto her butt? Of course not. It was the same concept here.
It took a conscious effort to pull your focus back to the task at hand. You began some stretches of your own, trying not to think about where you were. Then Nicole suddenly shifted. The unexpected tilt knocked you off balance, causing you to fall into the crevice between her cheeks.
As Nicole settled into a new stretch, her butt clenched, momentarily trapping you. Life as a shrinker was degrading, but this was a new low.