Interactive Shrinking Story Novels & Stories

"Ride it, Isabel. Grind that sweet cunt down on me." Her breaths turn to pants, ragged and uneven, as she obeys. She grinds down harder, circling her hips in a slow, torturous motion that makes me see rainbows. I can feel every inch of her, the way her clit rubs against my base when she bottoms out, the flutter of her walls as she clenches. My hands roam upward, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She whimpers, her pace faltering. "It's too big. Please," she begs, her voice husky and raw. "You're stretching me too much."

“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.” “Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.” Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.” The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.” “You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.

His fingers quickened their pace, spreading me wider. The room seemed to shrink around me, and as I closed my eyes completely, it happened. The knot released, accompanied by a loud moan, and he didn't stop until my legs were trembling uncontrollably and my entire lower region throbbed with sensitivity. He sat back, his silver eyes fixated on me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

My voice almost broke and it just made Kora and Abby laugh even harder. Abby turned to Kora, “Can I take it home?” Her voice was filled with so much excitement, it was adorable. “Well, I don’t know, can you?” Kora responded to Abby and put her hands on her hips, she was challenging her, and I was eager to see what she would do. Abby took two steps towards the large tree and suddenly a small gust of wind began to circle the room and the tree began to get smaller. It didn’t age backward, though, it only reduced in size, like if you were making an image smaller and you dragged one corner up.

PINK_LIPS: ## I could see that emoji so clearly in my head—his face, his attitude, the way his eyes rolled like he hated me but somehow always stuck around anyway. I hesitated for half a second this time before typing again. ME: If you hate me so much… Why text me at all? A minute passed. And then few more. I stared at my phone ,my brows furrowing when I saw that Zaire had read my message but left it unanswered. His status had flipped to offline now, and the last seen update said two minutes ago. Of course. I let out a slow breath through my nose and locked my phone, my thumb pressing a little harder than necessary, annoyance creeping in.

He grazed along that spot effortlessly and with a second thought, my body shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I shivered. My jaw shook. My muscles clenched and my pussy fluttered around his cock. "Uhmm.” My eyes screwed shut. I heard his groan and grunt as his hips stuttered. My pussy milked him for all he had as he spilled within me, pinning me to the wall as his body weakened against mine. My legs fell from his body. I pressed my cheek to the side of his head, feeling him kiss me repeatedly as his forehead rested against my shoulder.

They didn’t, they just kept staring intensely at me with deadly drool coming out of their snarling fangs. I stood my ground nonetheless, expecting anything to happen. Suddenly all of the wolves started shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller till a round black stone is formed out of their shrink. They like shrink into a stone, or became this round black sparkling stone. A tiny white sparkling line shot out of one of the stone connecting with the other till all the stones are connected with a tiny white line.

“He would not wish you to endanger yourself. Nor do I.” Tears streamed from Leesa’s eyes as she watched the table shrink, taking her friend with it. She wondered if it would continue to grow smaller and smaller until eventually it vanished completely. Cali, Jenna and Rave’s volkaane comrades came over to stand by her side. Cali took Leesa’s hand and squeezed it, lending silent support in this heartbreaking moment. No one said anything—no words could possibly be any comfort right now. The table stopped shrinking when it was barely four inches in diameter. Leesa knelt down and reached out carefully toward it, stopping when her fingers were but a fraction of an inch away. Rave knelt beside her,

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The prompt was simple—but daunting: Explain in detail where you come from and tell us if your new environment is a lot different, a little different, or just “eh.” She sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop glowing in the dim morning light, and let her fingers hover over the keys. Slowly, she began to type, describing home in vivid detail—the chipped paint on the kitchen walls, the creak of the old porch swing, the way her house was always the gathering place for half the kids in town. She wrote about the comfort in the routine: the scent of coffee and cornbread on Sundays, the sound of her brother’s laughter from the garage, the hum of motorcycles in the distance.