I'm Henry Rhodes. Scientist. Inventor. Genius. And, thanks to a little accident in the lab, currently the only living man able to look an action figure in the eye without having to stoop. That's right, I'm four inches tall and will be until my girlfriend Janet decides to give me the antidote.
Part of the conditions of me receiving said antidote is playing along with some rather unique sex games that Janet has cooked up. I've been punished and played with and now she wants me to get ready to go where only real men have gone before. She's got me a training capsule and everything. Just like an astronaut; only this capsule isn't going to get me ready to go into space. No, my target destination is of a much more earthly design.
They have a lot of names for this capsule, not that they market it as a training tool, but I know it as a Fleshlight.
Janet has given me a new title as I go the Major Tom Thumb route, but it makes me blush to say it. Let's just say she's going to make me her love doll.
(Warning this erotic short story contains graphic sexual content, elements of bondage, shrinking erotica, insertion, female domination, corporal punishment, use of sex toys, and other mature themes. For mature audiences only.)