Taylor grinned to herself mischievously. She was going to have some fun with the Dictaphone.
“Wait here. I have something to show you.” She commanded before turning around and heading off to her room.
“Uh huh, sure.” David mumbled, eyes still glued to Taylor’s chest until the last possible moment he could see them.
Back in her room, Taylor found the Dictaphone on the dresser, just where she had left it. She grabbed it and thought maybe she should just keep it on her. If she wanted to experience her new female life as authentically as possible there was no reason she could just choose not use it. Sure, it would be more tempting but with David nearby she thought it was too risky to leave out for him to break, steal or worst of all, figure out how to use it.
Speaking of which, if she was going to make any changes to him was there any chance he would know about the change if he heard her make them in front of him? She whispered (just in case he was lurking around the corner or something) into the device “Nobody will notice when I’m using the Dictaphone.” She heard the familiar sparkle after the *click* ending the recording. Little did she know, however, that the device’s changes were only perceptible to whomever made the recording (unless of course they allow for others to be aware in the recording itself). Still, her recording now made it easier to use it in front of others as they wouldn’t question what she was doing while she was making the recording.
Of course, she thought, she could have made it so only she would be able to use it, or she could call it back to her if it was ever stolen or lost, or to be aware of any changes made by others, or any number of things that would increase her hold on the device. Once again, though, she thought it best to save those for later if she needed them. Who knows, she might want to give up control to someone else one day.
When he saw her coming back, David, now broken from the spell of Taylor’s mesmerizing bosom, angrily asked “What is it? This better not be some girly shit to mock me and waste my time. I told my squad I wouldn’t be too long.” That little pervert had some nerve talking to her like that after what he had done.
“Oh, don’t worry it isn’t anything like that.” She grinned slyly. She didn’t bother actually showing him the device before she brought it up to her lips and announced “David is a foot shorter than he currently is.” When the sparkle sounded, she watched eagerly, unsure of whether reality would change so it happened suddenly or he had just grown up shorter. Luckily for her, the Dictaphone knew what the user wanted (even if they themselves, didn’t) and so changed it so he had grown up that way. David, all of sudden went from slightly taller than Taylor to slightly below her shoulders, not to far from her melons.
“S-S-So what is it you wanted to show me, big sis?” He asked nervously. While he tried to avoid staring at her breasts as he had before, Taylor noticed it was a little different this time. He did way better and seemed genuinely scared, almost like he had been yelled at or otherwise punished for looking before. Previously, he seemed to avoid staring only out of a sense of gentlemanliness (which Taylor knew he didn’t have much of anyway). Now she liked the way he almost trembled as she stared down at the pipsqueak.
“Oh it was nothing. I guess I forgot. Sorry to waste your time.” She cheerfully answered and clearly not sorry.
“Ok, no problem. Can I go back to playing my game then?” David carefully requested.
Taylor was astounded. Wow, the little squirt was actually asking permission to be dismissed after she had just screwed with him. Even when Taylor was a guy, David never did anything like that unless he was in deep deep shit. What would it be like if he were even smaller? Curiosity got the better of Taylor and she denied the request.
“No, just wait here. I need do something first.” She brought the black rectangle to her face before repeating, “David is a foot shorter than he currently is.”
“Comn, sis you can’t keep me here all day! Mom said you had to be nicer to me!” He wined in his higher-pitched voice while he cutely stomped the ground. He now barely came above her legs and had to crane his head uncomfortably to maintain eye contact at such a close distance. He wasn’t any younger, he was just a very small version of his old self.
Taylor let out a half giggle before snorting and stifling it. He was soooooo puny now! And he sounded like a chipmunk! She crouched a little, putting her hands on knees like she was talking to a toddler and said in a patronizing, mockingly sweet voice “You’ll do as I say, baby bro, because I’m older than you”. She ended it by flicking him hard on the nose.
David rubbed his nose and scrunched his face in anger. “You can’t treat me like this just because of my condition and because you’re older. I’m going to tell Mom about this Taylor! You’ll see, you’re going to get in big trouble!” he threatened in his squeaky pitiful voice.
“Yeah whatever, half-pint.” Taylor derided before rolling her eyes in annoyance, rising back to her full towering height and bringing the Dictaphone back to her mouth. Now would be the final change. She wanted to go as low as possible without putting him too much at risk of being hurt or making day-to-day life too hard. “David is only six inches tall” she stated.
This time, however, David just disappeared. Taylor looked around panicking. Where had he gone? Did he just not exist anymore or had he been killed growing up? Could the Dictaphone bring people back to life if he was? She hadn’t thought of this possibility. She just wanted to have some fun.
“David, where did you go?!” She asked the empty room, anxiously.
“Down here!”
Thank god. She barely heard his tiny squeak of a voice but she was relieved to know he was ok. She became thoroughly confused, however, when she furiously scanned all of the carpet around her and saw no sight of him. If he’s six inches tall, then he should at least be taller than the carpet right? She promptly got on her hands and knees and closely examined the carpet just in case.
“Woah! Not so fast! No, I’m right here, silly. Where I’m usually at. Just look DOWN!”
Shit, of course. She could accidentally crush him if she moved around so much. She moved a lot more gingerly and kept looking down but still couldn’t find him.
“But where?! You’re nowhere on the carpet. Give me a hint!” She pleaded
“sigh, Right HERE! In your boobs!”
Taylor froze. She slowly rose to stand again and looked down, only this time at her cleavage. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes bugged out at what she saw.
There, comfortably nestled in her long deep cleavage was a teeny tiny David, waving his arms trying to catch her attention. “See, there you go.” He cheered. “Comn, I know you’re not the brightest bulb and you forget about me sometimes but you know this is my favorite way to get around. These babies are just so comfortable, they can’t be beat!” He explained while he enthusiastically patted the giant bosoms on either side of him as if he owned them. He watched, with relish, the ripples that were created, not unlike those of a water bed. “Especially since Mom said I could have unlimited rides after you purposely sat on me last week.” He finished.
Taylor just stared at the sight for a couple seconds trying to comprehend what had happened. She was just flabbergasted. Here, instead of having an obedient servant who wasn’t constantly ogling her cleavage, she got a smug little pissant of a brother riding in it like it was the Titty Train! The Cleavage Car! The Boobie Bandwagon! He even had the gall to call her stupid on top of that. She couldn’t believe she had actually been worried about him for a second. She contemplated squishing him in her cleavage like the bug that he was but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
“Comn, chop chop big girl! I’m getting thirsty and I want that water now!” David demanded like she was a horse. “Don’t think I won’t tell Mom if you’re purposely slow!”
Taylor gazed at the Dictaphone in her hand, considering what to do next.
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