The Wringer's Reduction
Part IV
by Czolgolz
Copyright 1999
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Maria climbed out of the wringer box, still naked, but now in one piece.  She looked rather exhausted, but none the worse for wear for her past couple of days' experience.  She examined herself, as if to confirm that she was whole again, and stretched.  I stood off to the side, wondering if, and at the same time fearing that she'd soon notice me.

My name is Melody, part time artist and Maria's full time lover.  Up until a couple of days ago, we had been a normal, if nontraditional, couple.  But then, Maria brought home The Wringer.

I had been complaining that I felt that Maria was too dominant in bed, that I was little more than her slave when it came to physical romance.  Maria's solution had been to borrow a device called The Wringer from some friends of ours, Don and Jennifer.  The astounding device reduced Maria into nothing more than a 2-dimentional image of herself, and forced her to be submissive to me for once.  Unfortunately for Maria, I ended up doing a lot more to her than she had in mind.  She ended up being fed through my paper shredder twice, then glued to a canvas and displayed as a work of art for a day or so.

Now I had restored her.  I stood trembling in the evening gown that I had worn during the art show, dreading what would happen next.  Maria was not one to easily forgive being taken advantage of.  I would have to be punished.  What sort of torture did she have in mind for me?  The Wringer and the paper shredder stood near by, they were a definite possibility.

Maria regarded me with a sly grin and shook her head.  But that smile...I still get shudders thinking about it.  That evil, vengeful smirk.  I almost bolted.  But I knew, deep in my heart, that I loved her and she loved me.  Scary as the immediate future seemed, I knew I would come to no permanent harm.

"Maria," I began.  

She walked over and kissed me.  "Shhh.  I'm going to take a shower.  We'll discuss things when I return."

I nodded.

She trotted off to the bathroom.  "Oh, one more thing, Melody.  There's a box in our storage area.  Could you bring it up while I'm showering?  Thanks."

Her friendly condescending voice sent chills down my spine.  Just what had she planned?

I thought about changing out of my dress, but decided against it.  While the sleeveless, low-cut, black evening gown wasn't exactly appropriate for moving things, I decided that taking time to change would just be avoiding the inevitable.  I took the elevator down to the storage area.

The storage area was in the basement of the apartment building where Maria and I rented our studio apartment.  Large, chicken-wire enclosed bins lined the walls of the basement; each tenant had one to store things.

I opened our storage bay and quickly saw the wooden box.  It would have been hard to miss, it was about seven feet tall and as big as a refrigerator box.  Stenciled on the side was 'Magic Co.'  Magic Co.  That was the mysterious company that had designed The Wringer.  Oh God.  Maria hadn't just borrowed The Wringer.  She had either borrowed or purchased another trick as well.  A trick I was sure that I would understand quite well, very soon.

I retrieved the super's hand truck from the corner and loaded the box.  I was surprised at how light it was, it seemed like its entire weight was from the container, not its contents.  I took the service elevator back to our place.

Maria was waiting for me.  She wore nothing but a towel under her armpits that didn't quite stretch high or low enough to cover everything.

"Ah, excellent," she said.  "This arrived the same day that Jennifer loaned me The Wringer.  I wanted to try out The Wringer first, since I'm not exactly sure how this one works.  Now why don't you open the box?"

I retrieved a crowbar from under the sink and began wrenching apart the box.  I was really sweating, I decided to change into something more comfortable before being subject to the trick.

The box fell away, revealing another box inside.  This one was about six feel tall, with a door in the front.  It was made of what appeared to be cheap plywood and garishly painted.  Horizontal slits ran down the door, about two inches apart.  

A small, cellophane-wrapped package accompanied the large cabinet.  Inside, I could clearly make out several large, metal sheets, about the same dimensions as the top of the box.

The device's function was pretty obvious to me.  Someone would step into the box, and the magician would insert the metal sheets.  The person in the box would be sliced into about thirty sections.  I had a pretty good idea who that person would be.

The thought didn't scare me as much as you'd think it would have.  After all, I had sliced Maria into considerably more parts and she was fine.  And besides, after what I did to her, I had no choice but to face what was coming to me.

"Would you like something to eat before we begin?  It might be difficult if you wait until...after."  I shook my head.

Maria opened the door and motioned me inside.  I asked her if I could change into a t-shirt first.  She shook her head.

"Ah, c'mon, this dress is all tight and sweaty.  Besides, you know I hate this outfit, it shows off how chubby I am."

"You are not chubby.  How many times do I have to say it?"  That was another source of contention between the two of us.  While I was always trying to get rid of what I called my baby fat, Maria insisted I looked fine the way I was.  This quibbling over my body eventually had incredible results...but that's a story for another time.

"Now stop stalling," continued Maria.  "Besides," she said, ominously, "you'll find you'll weigh a lot less, very soon."

So it was a slicing illusion, then.  Resigned to my fate, I entered the box.  It was hot and sweaty inside, and my tight dress didn't help matters.  I smiled to think it would soon by chopped to ribbons.  Then again, so would I.

I heard Maria unwrap the metal blades.  She then slid the first one in.  It went in a slit about a foot from the top, and was secured right above my head.

To my surprise, Maria called for me to come out.  "But..."  I protested.  She called me again.  She must have thought the first cut had been made and wanted to see the results.  I was a little irked that after all this time together she could misjudge my height so much.

I reached for the door.  For just a split second I felt disoriented, but it quickly passed.  I stepped outside.  

Maria was smiling in a satisfied manner.  I couldn't see what for.  I ran my hand over the top of my head, but all was intact.  So what was she being so smug about?

She motioned me back into the box and shut the door behind me.  It didn't seem so stuffy as before, in fact, I could feel a little air pass down between me and my dress.  I stood still, waiting for the next blade.  I was a little shocked when this one passed right above my head as well.  I had been sure that the previous one had been flush with the top of my skull.  Maria opened the door.  After another brief spell of dizziness, I emerged.

This time something was different.  Maria seemed taller.  I used to come up to her nose, but now my eyes were even with her shoulders.  I took a step towards her and almost fell.  I had tripped over my shoes.  They had fit fine before, but now, strangely enough, they were much too large.  They weren't the only things that had seemed to grow.  My dress now enveloped me like a blanket, I was in danger of slipping out through the neck hole.  The ankle-length hem now dragged on the floor.

Very slowly, the truth of my situation dawned on me.  The discrepancy in the height of the blades, my too large clothes, Maria being so much more taller than me...

"You...you've made me shorter." I babbled.

"Yes, but not only shorter.  Have a look in the mirror."

I clutched my dress around me, stepped out of my shoes, and walked towards the mirror.  Everything around me seemed a size or two too big.  The cabinets over the sink were now clearly out of my reach.  A potted palm near the window was now much taller than me.  Finally I faced the mirror.

I was shorter, that was obvious.  But not only shorter.  I was...smaller.  The dimensions of my body were the same when compared to each other...the large breasts, the plump arms, the long hair.  It was just that they were all equally tinier when compared to anything else.  I wasn't short, I was just...littler.

Maria came over and stood next too me.  She had been taller than me before, but now she was bigger by a foot.  I had been five and a half feet tall before, but now guessed I was under five feet.  As I stared at my reflection in stunned silence, I felt something drop around my feet.  They were my panties, I no longer had big enough hips to support them.

Maria took my hand in hers.  While we had once had hands of more or less the same size, mine was now obviously smaller.  I felt like a child holding an adult's hand.

"Maria," I said, trying not to freak out, "if you wanted to make sure I couldn't reach the cookie jar, you've certainly done a good job."

Maria swatted my rear and poked me back into the box.  Before I entered I glanced at the slits on the door.  They reached to about half an inch above the floor.  Just how small was she planning on making me?

The process was repeated again.  Only this time, after the dizzy spell that I had come to associate with shrinking, she inserted another blade.  And another.  Then she opened the door.  

My dress was now so big on me that the thought of still wearing it was ridiculous.  I stepped out of the neck hole and outside.  I leaned on the coffee table, which now came up to my hips like a regular kitchen table, and looked at my lover.

Maria had removed her towel, I now faced her nude form.  Before all this I had to look up to look her in the eye, now I looked her straight in the belly-button.  I judged I was now about three feet tall.

Maria bent down to me and plunged my face into her cleavage.  Before, it was a sensuous sensation, now I felt that my tiny head was trapped between her gigantic breasts.  I staggered backwards...back into the box.  

Blade after blade entered above my head.  While each time it seemed that the next blade would surely come into contact with my face, each sheet passed just over my head.  I knew that Maria was skipping slits, I had been shrinking at a rate of much more than two inches per metal sheet.

Finally, Maria opened the door.  After what I saw I almost couldn't bear to step out.  It was like looking at a drive-in theater screen...everything was so damn big!

The coffee table now was taller than me.  The floor looked a lot dustier than usual, I knew that was because I was now a lot closer to it.  I picked up something from under the gargantuan couch.  It was an old soda straw.  I could now lean on it like a cane.  I had to have been about eighteen inches.

Maria was by far the most interesting sight.  She towered above me, I could barely focus on her face.  She bent her head (which was the same size as me) down to my level and winked.  She then held her cupped hands in front of me.  I sat in her palms and she gently carried me over to the kitchen counter where she could see me more easily.  I glanced over the edge, the staggered back, dizzy from the great distance from the floor.

"So what do you think?" she asked me.  Her voice was like a hurricane.  "I...I"  I quite frankly couldn't think of anything to say.  Like many of these experiences, they were rather hard to verbalize.

Maria poked my stomach as if I were the Pillsbury Dough Boy.  Then she kissed me.  Her lips touched pretty much my entire head.  I was moist with Maria's saliva.

"So how long do you plan to keep me like this?"  I asked.  

"What?" replied Maria.  "Speak up."

I thought I had been speaking in my normal voice, but I figured that my tiny vocal chords now produced sounds too quiet for Maria to hear.  I screamed the question again.

"Oh, for a while.  I have some things I'd like to try.  Besides, you are still too big."

"Too...?"  before I could stop her, Maria grabbed me.  My arms dangled over the top of her fist, with only my legs sticking out of the bottom.  I felt like Fay Wray.

Maria gently placed me back in the box.  Another blade (which seemed the size of a living room floor) slid in over me.  Then the box opened.

The first thing I saw was Maria's lower calf.  A rough estimate placed me at about four or five inches.  I won't bore you with hundreds of descriptions of how big everything around me looked, you get the picture when I say everything now seemed sixteen times bigger.  Of course that wasn't it, it was just that I was sixteen times smaller.

I tried to focus on Maria's face, but I couldn't.  It was like trying to focus in on the top of a ten-story building.  Maria placed something in front of me.  It was a jar.  What choice did I have?  I climbed in and she screwed on the lid.  It had holes poked in it.  I felt like some bug that a child had captured.

Maria carried me to our bed and placed me on the night stand.  She took off the lid but I could barely reach my fingers around the edge of the jar.  I figured I'd wait for her assistance.

"Melody," she said, with a voice like a locomotive, "I like this situation.  It is just so hot, seeing you all helpless and small.  Jesus, if I wanted to I could keep you like this.  Hmmm....maybe I will.  I could buy a big aquarium, get you some dollhouse furniture, leave you food and water..."

I shouted protests that Maria either could not, or chose not to hear.  Surely she was joking.  But what if she wasn't?

Maria was now lying on the bed, looking at me.  Through the thick glass, I could make out her hands, touching her body, her chest, her privates.  She seemed to be getting aroused, feeling herself and looking at me.  What was she planning?  I soon found out.

Maria tipped the jar a bit and I gratefully climbed out.  I then felt Maria wrap something around me, under my armpits.  It was a rubber band, it constricted tightly, but not painfully around my mid-torso.  Maria gently pinched me between her thumb and forefinger and lifted me.  Then she slid something between my back and the rubber band.  It was a Popsicle stick.  She held me in the air like a living lollypop, and then proceeded to soak me with a tongue that was every bit as big as I was.

Maria laid back down.  She then proceeded to rub me all over her naked body.  It was strangely erotic, feeling my entire body pressed into her dark flesh.  I was so small, she was so large...

Holding on to my stick, Maria pressed me into her breast.  Her nipple was now bigger than my head.  I grabbed its rough surface with my tiny hands and pinched as hard as I could.  She moaned; like I predicted I wasn't capable of hurting her.  I sunk my teeth into her skin, but they barely left a mark.  I rather enjoyed my contact with this huge breast, and I was a little sorry when she pulled me away.

"Melody," she breathed, "you are smaller than an average man's dick.  But let's see how you function compared to one."

Huh?  Slowly, she moved me down her stomach until I was between her legs.  I tried to stop her as she pushed me closer and closer towards her secret, dark opening...

*
Later, I don't know how long, Maria laid on her back, panting.  "Much, much better," she kept repeating, like a mantra.  I sat on the night stand, now free of the rubber band.  I could barely move, my body felt like one gigantic bruise.  I would try to stand up, and collapse again.  When (if) Maria returned me to normal I would demand a massage and then about 72 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Maria had kindly left a damp washcloth on the table with which I cleaned her fluids off me.  Well, one thing was for certain.  I had worked off my debt to her.  I just prayed that she had been joking about not restoring me.  I hoped that my future held more for me than being Maria's living vibrator/pet.

Maria had dozed off.  She was backwards in the bed with her feet pressed up against the headboard.  I leaped down and landed on her thigh.  It was hard to walk on, the soft flesh beneath my bare feet wasn't stable.  I curled my toes and enjoyed the feeling of Maria's skin.

Walking forward, I soon came to the hairy triangle I had come to know so well.  The sticky hair curled around my ankles.  I ran my arms through it.  Pungent, but pleasantly so.  

Still advancing, I came to her navel.  It was now big enough for me to put my entire hand into.  I touched the softness of her belly.  So much flesh, the features enormous.  My sweet giantess.  I could get used to this...

Eventually, I reached her breasts.  I collapsed, spent, between the mounds.  Looking up, they seemed to tower above me.  Making myself comfortable, I drifted off to sleep in my girlfriend's cleavage.  

I woke up to the feeling of Maria lifting me gently off her body and laying me down amid the sheets.  I watched her, exhausted, as she put on her bra.  It was a very tight garment, it pushed her breasts close together.  She then picked me back up and stuck me between her boobs.  I enjoyed the position, riding in front of her, pinched between her jiggling tits.

Much to my surprise (well, I numb to surprises, more to my mild interest), Maria didn't bring me back to the crazy box.  Instead, she walked to her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag.  Inside was a little (well, little from a normal person's view), metal object.  

Maria plucked me from her chest and sat me on the coffee table.  She then took the object and placed it behind me.  I felt a slight prick, as if she had jabbed me with a hypo.  

"What's this?" I asked, as I felt what appeared to be a tube stuck between my shoulder blades.

"It's a valve.  I'm tired of the box, I'm going to blow you up like an inflatable woman."  

I ignored the crack.  "So you can hear me, then."

Caught in her deception, she quickly went to the other side of our apartment and returned with a small tank of air with a hose attached.  I felt her insert the end of this into the tube in my back.  Well, at least it would be quicker than messing with the box.

Maria opened the valve on the tank.  Very, very slowly, I began to grow.  Six inches, ten, a foot.

"Maria," I asked, "are we even now?"

"More or less," she replied.

"Have you given any thought to my proposal?  My submission in exchange for you being part of my future art work?"

She smiled.  "How could I refuse?  Far be it for me to obstruct the creative process."

By this time I was about back to normal size.  But something was wrong.  I couldn't move!  My arms and legs pointed to the ground, stiff as boards...but not stiff.  I felt that they were still soft, but rigid.  Another thing, while I felt bigger, I didn't feel heavier.  It was like I still weighed an ounce.

Maria smiled evilly.  She grabbed my arm and squeezed it.  It squashed under her grip and my hand inflated to twice its normal size.  Oh Jesus.  That inflatable woman crack had been more than a joke.  It appeared that I was now just an inflated skin, with nothing but air inside.  I tried to say something, but was unable.

Still I inflated.  I expanded to more than normal size, I had to have been ten feet from head to toe.  Maria turned off the tank and removed the hose, valve and all.  I toppled over, softly, on to my back.

Maria kissed me all over.  "Sorry, hon, but if I'm going to a piece of art again, then I want to do a thing or two more to you."  She climbed on top of me and bounced around a bit, as if I were an air mattress or a trampoline.  She then stretched out on my soft, airy body and relaxed.  "This is comfy," she said.  "If only I could find some sheets that would fit you."

Eventually she grew bored with my airy body.  She lifted me up and batted me lightly.  I drifted lazily across the apartment.  "Mmmm...I should have got helium.  You'd make a swell addition to the Macy's parade."

Before I could settle on the floor, she batted me up again.  "Well, I guess I should let the air out of you.  The only thing is, I'm not sure exactly how.  Oh well, might as well try something."

I tried to gasp in horror when I realized that Maria was holding a very long hat pin.  I thought about what happens when you pop a balloon:  if it is under-inflated then the air simply rushes out.  But if it is over-inflated (like myself), then bits of rubber fly everywhere.  

I was drifting slowly back to earth.  Maria positioned the pin so that it was directly in the path of my decent...