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Feb 26th, 2016
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  1. I entered my dark apartment and switched the lights. The clock on the microwave in my kitchen read "7:00pm". I removed my jacket and necktie and moved towards my bedroom. Before opening the door, however, I took a deep gulp, hoping not to see the woman that I left there fast asleep this morning after our rather shameful one-night-stand. Of course, she couldn't still be there. What could she have done while I was working all day except leave? But I still had a fear that I would have to explain why I left her there this morning, no doubt having to address my shock at the... thing between her legs. Did I know? Did she tell me and I wasn't listening? Or did she trick me? Oh well, I need to write some emails so I better head to my computer. Pushing down on the handle with one hand, and against the door with my head, I peered in and was instantly blinded.
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  3. Rubbing my eyes desperately in attempt to regain my vision, a thousand thoughts raced through my head. Robbers? Did my computer explode? A seemingly cheerful, and yet stern voice answered that for me. "So what's the excuse? Thought you could sneak out and i'd just give up?" It was her. The... what's the word... futa, i think? The futa I left here this morning had waited ever so patiently for my return, and certainly not because she was happy. My jaw fell open in attempt to rush out whatever explanation i could find, but a yelp came out instead as I felt a force pulling me upward. The whiteness cleared and I could more visibly see what she had done to me. Everything was significantly bigger. Even the clothes I was wearing, which probably means... Yep. I'm naked. And between two fingertips. And now eye level with the giant futa. I demanded an answer, like any person would. "Wha, what did you do to me?"
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  5. "Should be obvious. You have been reduced in size!"
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  7. "I mean, I figured that out, why? how? what?"
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  9. A palm opened beneath me and I fell into it. The massive crane that was previously holding me moved behind the torso of the naked, vengeful beast. When it returned it presented a remote. It could fit in my hand, despite my unfortunate scale.
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  11. "I calibrated it to you last night. Just in case you were to try to run away like everyone else."
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  13. "How did you push that button? It's so small."
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  15. "Well, the device shrinks with the target. It was made by a friend who liked to shrink himself a lot. I figured making you smaller would make you easier to... capture. For my... continued use." she explained, smirking a little more with each pause until it grew into a mischievous grin. "Mmmmh, just thinking about all the fun things we'll get to do once we get home makes me soooo stiff..."
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  17. It's really weird to hear that from someone with such clearly feminine physique, from the slanted shoulders to the voluminous breasts. My ogling of the features that lured me into her was interrupted by another boom of the voice.
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  19. "Of course, if you were to obtain the device you could theoretically escape, but--"
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  21. *GASP*
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  23. "Oops, sorry little captive!"
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  25. Her hand tipped over, intentionally of course, and the remote fell past my sight. I clambered over to the edge to see where it landed, and found the black bar far below me, but only about halfway down, fall lower and lower towards her... penis. It looked like it was going to land right on the top of the erect organ, but just then the now free hand jerked back the protective skin. The tip moved towards her body, and the urethra gaped, ready to catch the falling item, as if she practiced the motion all day in order to perfect this plan.
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  27. Whatever practice she had, it certainly paid off. The remote fell into the dark chasm of her urethra.
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  29. "How clumsy of me!" she feigned. "Oh well, guess you aren't getting that back. Unless you want to go looking."
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  31. "Um, can't you just, you know, rub it out?"
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  33. "Are you kidding? I'm nowhere near horny enough. You'll have to retrieve it yourself if you want it."
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  35. I have no intent of waiting for her to get horny before releasing the device, and probably render it soaked and unusable in the process. If I grab it now, though, I can guarantee my escape once I have it. There's only one thing to do.
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  37. I dived off the hand, and pointed my hands like a swimmer towards my approaching target. I wanted to look at her face during my fall, maybe her look was of shock that I would actually try this, since it's clearly her first time with a shrinky.
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  39. Her penis gaped wider, ready to receive me, and almost instantly I found myself lodged in her urethra. Good, I'm getting some traction. This will be easier to climb out of.
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  41. I shimmied further and further down the firm, gooey pipe, looking for the elusive remote. Being upside down moved more blood to my head, and I found it increasingly more difficult to concentrate. At a crossroads of the tunnel, I realized that the remote had fallen far enough to enter one of my captor's balls. Seeing as climbing wasn't too difficult, however, I picked the path to my left, which would be her right, and continued by worm like motion. Light quickly vanished as the path pulsated and became winding as I wondered what the giant I was performing a heist on was thinking. The tunnel was actually considerably dry, suggesting she hadn't masturbated in a while. The vas deferens leveled out a bit and the blood stopped pooling at my forehead. My arms eventually bumped a small muscle and I figured I had reached the entrance of the right nut. My hands probed around to pry open the muscle and allow me to push my head through. I let it squeeze back into place around my waist so that I could reach outward and feel for the remote without falling out of my escape route.
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  43. The absence of lighting made this harder, but I was big enough to reach around for a bit and feel that there was some fluid in here. Very close to my level, actually. Yet the remote did not seem to be anywhere. It certainly wasn't floating on the surface, nor was it stuck to the ceiling, and stirring up the cum to try and force it near the surface yielded nothing and only covered my arms. I was ready to go, and find the remote in her left nut instead.
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  45. Suddenly I felt a jolt. She was moving. The ball swung backwards, i felt myself swing with it. Semen stirred up below me. It suddenly stopped at the peak of the swing and a splash of the white goo hit me right in the face. "AUGH!" I screamed, but it wasn't heard. The nut was swinging forwards now. It reached the peak of the swing and I felt myself lurching forward as it stopped. The testicle moved back again. As it approached the peak I was prepared, I held my breath and close my eyes and pinched my nose. I wasn't, however prepared for it to splash my whole body, with much of the splash adhering to my torso before pooling around my waist, making it slippery. The ball moved forwards one last time and at the peak I was thrust forward, the slippery cum lubricating the muscle, allowing me to slide right out and impact the wall ahead of me. The ball swung backwards again and I was pushed against it with even more vigor. The g forces were tougher than any swingset I've been on. When it peaked again I was thrown into the reservoir of semen.
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  47. The swinging made it nearly impossible to resurface, as I had no idea which way was up or down. I gasped for my breath at the surface and looked up at the exit before being forced back under another wave of her backed-up-balljuice. She wanted this all along, didn't she? For me to be imprisoned close to her for safety, and where is closer to her than inside her, trapped inside this wet, spheroidal prison? The swinging subsided after a series of desperate attempts to not drown, and I found her balls were no longer suspended. She must be sitting down. Perhaps on the subway since she didn't have a car. She was carrying me home in her right testicle.
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  49. Reaching up I pressed my hand against my only exit. It was shut tight. I was stuck in her ball until she saw it fit to rub me out. Which, if she was telling the truth about being horny, was certainly going to be a while.
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