A woman feels that she is being preyed upon by a man in the gym, so she takes matters into her own hands and shrinks him down, then decides that he needs to plead for mercy and prove himself by worshiping her, this is a bit of a turn on for her and she decides that she quite likes it. As he slowly shrinks he finds it harder and harder to retain his own humanity as she teaches him his new role in life as her man servant. She is now his owner... a goddess.
A Story from the Shrinking and Giantess Anthology
Shrunken and Stolen at the gym – Part 1
By Richard C.H. Davies
Warning this story contains: Shrunken Man, giantess, unwilling, aware, handheld, footplay, foot crush, toe worship, toe lick, foot worship, bare foot, foot fetish, female domination
Jane glanced into the mirror, she admired her abdominal muscles which were clearly visible between her tight dark shorts and her pink half height gym top.
She turned to the side to admire herself with a side-on view of her body. She had an incredibly firm and well shaped butt. She was proud of that, she had put a lot of work into keeping it that way.
Her breasts were firm, but she had always been critical of them, they could have been bigger. They were still a small C cup, but she had always wanted bigger boobs.
The only other thing she was critical of was the fingernail sized birthmark on her right thigh.
As she examined herself in the mirror her sixth sense caught onto the idea that someone was looking at her.
Jane's eyes drifted up her body, still looking in the mirror, towards her face. Just beyond the ponytail of her hair, in the far side of the gym was a very muscular man.
He was sitting on a bench, bicep curling a heavy looking dumbbell, and shamelessly staring at Jane in the mirror.
He was a good looking guy, but she didn't really appreciate being stared at, especially now that she locked eye contact with him via the mirror and he didn't look away guiltily.
No. He shamelessly continued to look at her. He was even arrogant enough to give her a wink and a smile.
Jane broke eye contact and laid herself down on her gym mat. She continued doing bicycle ab curls, working her abs as hard as she could.
Then she rolled onto her front and held a plank for 80 seconds. Sweat beaded at her brow and dripped onto the mat.
Then she turned onto her buttocks and air punched in front of her with both fists reciprocating, whilst clenching her core and butt. She did that for 30 seconds. Then she lifted a weight and rotated it from side to side as if using an oar in a canoe.
One of the glass doors opened. A group of people, from a Spinning class, noisily spilled out from one of the training rooms.
They were busily chatting to each other as they made their way towards the changing room; exchanging pointless statistics about their own performance with each other. The spinning class trainer left the room, nodding towards the guy that had been staring at Jane.
“Night, you’re going to lock up?” the trainer called to his colleague, who nodded back. So, this stranger who was staring was a member of staff at the gym? That wasn’t good. When had he started working here? Jane never remembered seeing this guy before. She was a regular gym user here.
Jane continued with her own private circuit training until she reached her peak of her intervals and her elevated heart rate, then sat up for a thirty second break. She picked up her water bottle and glanced back towards the mirror.
There was a glistening sheen to her body, beads of sweat covered her all over and her cheeks were flushed red.
She noticed the eyes of that guy looking at her via the mirror. His stare was very invasive. She didn't like it at all, it was almost penetrating, it seemed as if he was imagining her naked or something. It was like a leer.
He was doing triceps extensions now, glaring between her and his bulging muscles.
His staring was so ridiculously blatant that she wondered whether he was actually just staring at himself and she happened to be in the mirror view.
She looked around.
No, there were plenty of other mirrors much closer to him. He was definitely staring at her specifically.
She looked around again to see if there were any staff that she could complain to. Perhaps they could ask him to look somewhere else and not stare at her.
His staring wasn't right. It wasn't proper.
There wasn't anyone else around. The spinning class had departed, leaving just the two of them in the gym.
She decided it was best to leave now that nobody else was around.
Jane stood up, picked up her towel and water bottle and left to go to the changing rooms, but she stopped off at the water point first to fill up her bottle.
She noticed that his beady eyes watched her moving. His head followed her, as she walked, with an unwavering stare.
As she was filling up her water bottle she felt her sixth sense tingling again, then she felt a hand roughly grabbing hold of her right buttock.
She jumped and spun round.
“What the fuck!” She screamed, slapping the hand away from her that had approached her from behind. It was the pervert who had been staring at her. He had quickly walked over to her when she hadn't been looking and tried to grab hold of her butt.
He had a sick leer on his face. He clearly didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing.
Jane didn't know what to do, she just fled to the changing rooms.
“Hey baby, don't leave, stay here and play,” he shouted after her.
Jane was shaking when she got to the changing room. She was uncontrollably shaking. This was utterly unacceptable.
Looking at her was one thing. That wasn't okay, but touching her… grabbing her. That was undeniable sexual assault. As she thought it through she realised that he must have known that there wasn't a camera in that waterpoint area in the corridor. He had waited for the opportunity and then preyed upon her.
Jane made up her mind. She wasn't going to lead this guy get away with it. She was going to deal with this asshole herself.
She looked to the changing room door, luckily he hadn't followed her inside. That would have been even more terrifying.
She quickly opened her locker and grabbed her bag from her locker and rushed back into the gym.
She confidently walked straight towards the guy, albeit she couldn't stop her shaking.
He was back on his bench, lying on his back and pressing a barbell loaded up with plate weights.
Jane admired his bulging muscles, strong shoulders and toned chest that she could see through his training vest.
Had he not been such a weirdo staring at her and sexually assaulting her and just come over to talk to her like a normal person she might have given him her number. He could have really helped himself by doing that. Now she felt that she had no choice but to treat him like the sexual predator that he was.
She knew exactly what to do with sexual predators like him.
She stood above his head and looked down at him lying on his bench.
He held a barbell in the air with his weights fully loaded.
The man's eyes flicked up towards her and he beamed with a wide smile.
“Hi there,” he spoke with a thick accent. Still holding his weights. “Do you like what you see? Come back for some more, eh?”
Jane smirked, the arrogance of the man!
“I see a guy who's a bit too big for himself,” she replied evenly. “And can't keep his hands to himself,”
“Oh?” The man lifted his barbell and rested it on the hooks, tensing his chest muscles for effect; as he did so.
“So, you don't like your men big, then?” He asked with a smirk, sitting up on his bench and turning towards her, allowing his biceps to bulge as he pushed off from his thighs with his hands.
When she didn't respond positively his expression turned sour and he started to get up.
His posture and expression were very confrontational, he stepped towards her, his hands reaching out with intent. She made up her mind at that moment. She knew she was doing the right thing. She could tell what kind of guy he was. He was a predator. He was a threat.
But now, she became the predator.
Jane extracted her shrinking device from her gym bag and levelled it on the muscular man.
His eyes widened in shock and surprise.
“Woah!” He raised his hands in the air. “What are you doing with that?” He looked taken aback and shocked at how she had just instantly tipped the balance of power between them.
“I always carry this with me in case of perverted sexual predators, like you,” she retorted.
“Wait, I wasn't going to do anything. I was just looking,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Sure, sure you weren't,” she nodded sarcastically in disbelief. “Well, just as a precaution then,” she said, raising the device.
“No, please… don't shrink me… look, you don't have to ever see me again. I promise,”
Jane didn't believe him for a second. She shook her head, furrowing her brow.
“Please… please don't shrink me…” he begged her. His face set in utter panic. Then he turned angry. “Don't you dare press that fucking trigger!” He stepped towards her but she had already pulled the trigger on the shrinking device.
He backpedalled, clutching his chest, shuddering and jerking as if he was having a seizure.
“No!” He cried out. “No, stop it, please… I don't want to be shrunken down…” he staggered backwards and tripped over the foot of the weights bench.
Jane pursed her lips as she watched him flailing on the floor. He was back up on his hands and feet, crabbing backwards away from her.
Jane casually stepped forwards, closing the distance with ease.
“What's your name pervert?” She demanded, she wanted to know the name of the man that she was going to dominate.
“Adam… and I'm not a pervert… I just…” he creased up in pain and collapsed onto the ground, he went foetal, clutching his stomach.
Jane's eyes widened as she saw him starting to physically shrink down in size.
Good, it was working.
She had never had to use the shrinking device before; she didn't actually know if it would work or not.
There were plenty of products which professed to be the ‘silver bullet’ to any problem but ended up being a dud.
The shrinking device, to her, was intended to be a deterrent more than anything else. It was the modern version of the rape whistle, but a lot more potent.
She was a strong woman, a fit woman, but her muscular strength and bodyweight was probably at least half if not a third of this muscular thug’s bodyweight. It therefore enabled her the potential to deal with people, such as him, who were physically stronger than her and could quite easily overwhelm her with brute force.
He cried out in pain and frustration. For all his muscular strength he was about to become as helpless as a mouse, without the rapid speed and reactions of one; of course.
Jane watched the man as he curled up and cried out pitifully. He was no longer the menacing hulk that he had been before. He was no longer the gym god, the male adonis.
She wondered how quickly he was going to shrink. She reckoned that he had already lost a foot in overall size.
“Please… please stop this!” he begged. “I don't want to be shrunken down!”
Jane stepped forwards again until she was standing over him. She pressed her toe on the ankle of her trainer shoe and pulled it off, then she did the same with the other shoe.
She then pulled her training socks off until she was barefoot. She very gently pressed her toes down on the gym floor and spread her toes wide.
“You will need to beg,” she stated bluntly. “You'll need to throw yourself at my bare feet and my mercy and plead for forgiveness.” He looked up at her as if she was mad, but he reluctantly curled around and crawled over to her bare feet.
He reached out with his hands and pressed them down on top of her bare feet.
Jane looked down at him with a lack of empathy. His hands were smaller than her feet. Previously she knew his hands had been wider than her feet. She smiled wryly in satisfaction.
“Please… please… can you stop me shrinking…” he begged helplessly.
He bowed his head as if he was praying.
“You may call me goddess… or mistress… I haven't decided yet, but only one of the two; nothing else will do.”
“Yes… goddess…” he replied. “I'm so sorry Goddess… please forgive me.” His head turned to the side to look up at her, to see if his grovelling was working, he looked like a dog; awaiting satisfaction from its master.
Well, Jane decided, this dog will need to wait a bit longer and work a bit harder…
“That's not enough,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice was dripping with her disappointment in his pitiful performance. “You need to really beg… you need to kiss my feet, to grovel, to apologise so profusely that I know that you really mean it. You can't just say you're sorry to get out of this situation. There will be no easy solution for you,” she informed him abruptly, looking down upon the shrinking man with utter disdain.
He was probably about four foot tall now. He pulsated with the occasional spasms, undoubtedly from the effects of the shrinking on his body.
He grabbed hold of her bare right foot, and pressed his lips against her right foot, kissing her feverishly, as if she were a deity who had just appeared from heaven to provide him with salvation.
He kissed and kissed, working his way up and down her toes, he peppered her toes with kisses.
Jane watched in amazement as his hands and head got smaller and smaller in comparison with her foot. She watched him visibly shrinking as he worshiped her foot.
“Don't forget my other foot,” she stated brusquely.
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