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Shrinkage | Part 1


Shrinkage | Part 1 | Commissioned with Love by friend of SMUTPUNK BustyShrink


If you want to shrink something,
You must first allow it to expand.
If you want to get rid of something,
You must first allow it to flourish.
If you want to take something,
You must first allow it to be given.
This is called the subtle perception
Of the way things are.

The soft overcomes the hard.
The slow overcomes the fast.
Let your workings remain a mystery.
Just show people the results.

–Tao Te Ching


Shrinkage: A Story about a Vindictive Ex-Wife and Dark Scientist with plans for Revenge

Two kids on a Suburban New Jersey street made sound effects of bombs, machine gun fire, and nuclear warning sirens as they pedaled at full speed. They stood on their bikes like kids do when they want to go fast. The occasional squeak of brakes mixed the rolling sound of the rubber on road. There was a clunk that interrupted the whooping sound when one bike smacked into something. One kid was on a blue bike the other on a red and cream colored bike. The kids both kept riding. As they rode the bikes now, the tires left blood red trails on the pavement. Neither of the young boys even noticed as they kept to their game of dodging obstacles both real and imaginary. They had a grand old time, never noticing the decapitated head rolling around like a stray football, rolling irregularly as the oblong sphere thunked its way clumsily down the asphalt. The severed head smacked into a curb and came to a dead stop. The boys biked on sweating. The day was hot, too hazy and humid for this time of the fall.

In the house, Ken was tied to a…
…see this is a weird way to write a story with the reader already knowing what will happen. How then can any author create suspense? Can author deliberately mislead, like this? Ken was tied to the back of a Ferrari speeding down the highway. Ken was tied to his desk while masked intruders forced his secretary to her knees. Ken was tied for the lead in his office golf game. You already know none of these to be true. You know, since you created and requested it, that Ken was tied to a small Barbie chair. He was about one foot big and barely fit on the chair. His ex-wife Barbara sat at her regular-sized dining room table drinking wine from a normal-sized glass. She was halfway into the bottle and getting chattier. “Kenny Kenny Ken,” she said. She was getting drunk. For years she had felt alone, misunderstood, and deeply sexually unsatisfied. Ken made her feel unfuckable. That was cruel. He made her feel alone, the deep loneliness many married couples unfortunately experience. The loneliness of having someone right there yet feel more solitary than when unescorted through this cruel life, like their frequency just didn’t pick up yours, was unbearable as the lightness of being.

Ken’s ass, naked and toned, didn’t fit on the kids chair. There were two sizes of things, three if you counted the regular adult stuff. There were adult chairs full sized and one in which Barb tucked her firm ass. There was a kids chair which Ken was on, although he was too big for it. There was also a Barbie chair that Barb planned to make his perfect chair.

Barbara had started shrinking Ken post sex while he sucked on her tits in the stifling heat. After he’d come over and fucked her in the ass in his weekly sexual humiliation of ex-wife in exchange for alimony she seized his post-coital haziness and squirted him right in the face with her magic milk. Steam rose. A paper bag crumpled. She laughed when she squirted him.

It was a hot languid day, too hot for October. It was too hot to be humiliated. Too muggy to be pissed on. It was too humid to drip with shame.

She squirted him repeatedly with her breast milk.

“What is happening to me,” Ken said. He screamed out but all Barb did was laugh. Then she squirted him again. Each time she squirted him, steam rose from his head and he shrunk about one percent of his total size. She leaned over and squeezed his shrunk body between her big breasts. “Is this what you wanted? Tits?” She squirted him again. “Is this why you came back and fucked me, you dirty man? Are you just fucking helpless in the face of big tits?”


“Is that why you fucked that floral whore?” Barb taunted him while steam rose from his head and his body shrunk another one percent. “Have you no will power in the face of tits?”

Squirt. He was now small enough to lift up like a child. She put toy handcuffs on his wrists and lifted him roughly like an angry mother.

“Wine!” she said.

She brought Ken to the dining room where she had a kids chair and Barbie chair set up. She took a long gulp of red wine, then added, “Will you jizz just being in between my massive breasts, baby?”

“You had this pre-planned?” Ken said, the full fear of being at his humiliated ex-wife’s mercy unfolding like a butterfly knife in a small intestine.

Ken was in between regular- and kid-sized. The toy handcuffs kept his hands behind his back bound to the chair. Still, Bimbo Barbara had his head stuck between her massive breasts. He was about one fifth of his normal size. Her breasts could crush his small bones. His ex-wife, let him out of her cleavage. She loved her new massive bimbo tits. She stared at them happily. They gave her power and swag. She looked at her shrinking ex-husband and laughed. “You can’t fucking control yourself, can you?” she mocked. She grabbed his hard cock between her big fingers. “You’re fucking hard even though I could crush you, you pathetic little man.”

“No, yes. No.” Ken pleaded. “I just love you. I have always loved you. That’s why I’m hard!” Ken desperately tried to appease her.

She regarded him a moment and then aimed a nipple at his cock. “Disgusting. Don’t you dare fucking patronize me, Kenny!”


She hit his cock with a spray of titty-milk and steam rose from the little member’s head and it shrunk.

She finished the glass of wine. She menacingly held it out in front of him a minute. The flickering candle light reflected off the curve of the wine glass. Ken could see his ex-wife’s body in the reflection of the glass. He was so small now that his head could probably fit in the fluted wine vase now. She put down the glass and with her free hand turned him to face an even smaller toy rocking chair from part of the barbie dream house. It was on the table in front of her and next to the half-empty wine bottle. His heart sank. Why couldn’t he have pried a few extra hundreds of thousand dollars from his stack of millions for her and avoided this. He knew that a few more squirts of breast milk from his increasingly drunk ex-wife and he would be no bigger than a regular barbie doll. His ex-wife still had her blouse open and both new balloon tits hanging out distressingly over both the bra and blouse, like an Imperial Battle Cruiser hovering over an x-wing fighter. She was like a villain robbing a train and waving the gun around while talking about corrupt governments. Those magic man shrinking udders were menacing as any gunman.

“LI-AR,” Barbara screamed. She was starting to slur a bit. Spit rattled out of her mouth and sprayed over him as she screamed. Her voice came out so loud that Ken was knocked unconscious for a moment. While he was out cold on the chair, Barbara squeezed her threatening nipples gravely and bathed him in more glorious white titty milk. She smiled slightly as she heard the sound of a paper bag being crushed and watched his body shrink one more time.

She moved him from the small kids chair which was now way too big for him to the tiny doll’s chair and bound him. He started to come to again while she was tying him up with dental floss and ranting about his shortcomings.

“Why don’t you just shut your fucking mouth, Ken? Don’t you think you’ve fucked things up enough with that mouth, Kenny Ken?” Her long black hair was in a tight, bitchy ponytail that fell down her back along her spine. “You couldn’t keep that mouth off her cunt. Bad mouth!” She aimed her nipple at his mouth. “You know what that mouth didn’t do…ever? It never made me cum. Nope “ She had an improbably skinny waist for monumental tits like hers. Even a Barbie doll would be jealous of her. “Stupid fucking mouth!”

Speaking of Barbie, Ken woke up and found himself tied to a Barbie chair with dental floss nearly as thick as his fingers. It was a white rocking chair made of oak and painted. There was a pink cushion on it. At first he barely could fit in it, but after a few extra squirts of her tit milk deluge, Ken’s ass fit right into the rocking toy chair. The chair was about four inches high. He was bound and stuck. He stared up at his evil wife’s big nipple. Her nipple was now nearly the size of his entire head. His pulse raced from his tiny heart. Each Montgomery bump around Barb’s Areola was bigger than a normal sized nipple. It was disgusting. He felt nauseous. Ken remembered foods he hated as a kid. Her colossal nipple was gross as calf liver.

Months ago, Barbara caught him eating out their florist, a young attractive little thing with metallic blue hair. That led to the divorce. It wasn’t the cheating. It was that he had become such a lazy, selfish husband and lover with her. Ken made her feel like such a useless piece of shit. He didn’t talk to her, didn’t fuck her, didn’t make her feel special. She was just a maid and someone to listen to him go on and on about his acquisitions and successes at work. She no longer felt womanly. The eating out was too fuckng much. He’d replaced her sexually. And it wasn’t fair. She always knew she’d get revenge. She never knew it would be this milky sweet.

“I can explain, Barbara, I can.” Ken rocked in his tiny chair. He turned away, afraid he was going to get another squirt of his ex-wife’s breast milk but she spared him this time. His white button down office shirt was soaked with her milk. He sat in a pool of her milk. The white liquid dripped from the tiny chair placed on the heavy dark oak dining room table in their old marital house where they had once eaten many meals together, where they had once fucked like animals in the passionate old days that were long gone, where they had once carefully calculated their mortgage way back when Ken wasn’t rolling in money. Now Barbara lived in this house. She sat and stared at her tiny ex-husband. He sat on a milk-stained pink cushion. She brought out her huge finger, with large manicured nail. She placed the tip of her forefinger on the tip of his head and stopped him from rocking.

“You stay still,” she said.

At this point, a man came into the room. If Ken was his normal size he would have seen who it was, but at this size things so big came in out of focus until they came closer. As the man got closer tiny Ken in a Barbie chair could see that he wore no clothes underneath the lab coat and that this man had a bazooka for a cock.

He was wearing a white lab coat. Ken recognized the man.

Ken started to feel really hot, right on his skin. It was like the pores in his flesh were opening. Up and down his arms his tiny little hairs stood up as this man in lab coat walked up to his giant ex wife and bent down tenderly to kiss her on the neck. “Hello, baby,” the man said in a sexy baritone voice.

Barbara closed her eyes, her long lashes sloping out in thick mascara’d ski jumps, as her new man put his full red lips onto her porcelain white skin. Maybe it was his new size, maybe it was the open pores, but Ken seemed incredibly sensitive, like he could smell his ex-wife’s arousal. It smelled like orange blossoms and coconut juice.

When bazooka man was done kissing Ken’s ex-wife in the vulnerable nape of the neck, he fixed his eyes on Ken. Ken could smell Barb’s sweat. He saw here pores, big and open. Pulsing. The sweat carried pheromones with it, a delicious, intoxicating smell that Ken had never smelled from his wife before. This was the smell of Bimbo Barb not Tomboy Barbara. Andy’s kiss on Ken’s ex-wife brought out the aroma. Andy looked deep into Ken’s eyes, like he was processing the effect of the eleven and a half inch man. “How are we doing down there, little man?” he said. “I see the titty milk has operated as advertised. Mwuuhahahha!” He laughed the cliche cackle of a megalomaniac.

The man was Ken’s Chief Scientist, Andrew.

Spring 1993
Barbara stopped the car in the Parking Lot right by the NJ Transit stop. “Go get the roses for me.” Ken opened the car door obediently. “Don’t just get out. Give me a kiss first,” Barbara said. She wore a tight t-shirt that hugged her flat chest. She was bossy and boyish, but Ken did as told and gave her a peck on the lips reluctantly before going into the flower shop. “I wish you actually cared about kissing me.”

He was in there a long time. Barbara turned on the radio. She turned off the radio. She redid her lipstick. This was before cell phones. Now she would have been able to update her status, but in those days. Nothing. She fiddled with the rearview mirror. “God you’re gorgeous!” she said to herself. Then she made a face. She didn’t love the way she looked. She was too masculine. Her jaw line too hard. Her breasts too flat. Her positive reinforcement was waning with the wait.

“What the fuck is taking him so long?” she said out loud. She beeped the horn. She waited. She beeped again. “Goddamn Ken,” she said and got out of the car.

She went to the florist window. She didn’t see him inside. There were tons of Latin American weeds growing all over the place. It was a jungle inside. She walked in and Enya was playing. She passed the baby Ceiba trees, the lianas, the birds of paradise, the hydrangea. They were all plants growing around a loud, bubbling fountain. It was noisy. There were jungle sounds. There were fucking birds inside! She heard some other noises like heavy breathing. The cut flowers were in two refrigerators on the far wall across from a counter and a cash register. They were big monstrosities in those days, cash registers. There was no clerk. No Ken. There was a door to a back room.

Barbara walked into the back room. Cut flowers were everywhere in stacks of petals, thorns, stems, and colors. Enya was way louder back here. Long stem roses with big thorns on the stems were stacked up. There were thousands of them. The young florist was lying on a bed of roses with tons of little cuts in her back and hips. The hot coed looked down her massive tits. Ken was on his knees between her sprawled open legs. Her bush was a jungle and Ken had his tongue deep inside the young coed’s inner lips tasting her tropical rainforest.

Barbara gasped. The coed moaned and clamped her knees down on Ken. She started riding his face wildly while she slapped his head with a long stem red rose, throwing red petals off into the air and wandering down to the floor. The petals helicoptered beautifully in the air in little pendulums and sine waves.

Barbara slammed the car door, trembling. She was jealous, but not about Ken. It was that she wanted to be eaten out wildly. She wanted massive fucking tits. She wanted to be so womanly men would throw away mariages over her. She wanted…


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the Anal Queen | Poem by Moctezuma Johnson

the Anal Queen

What a total hot ass
look at
that fucking whore
fucking anal queen

What a total fucking
anal queen
look at that hot ass
fucking whore

want cock up the ass
want smack her whore face
want to be called ugly bitch

an open rectum
waiting for Master
to unfurl his cock
and stuff her aperture
like the Nozomi
train through the hillside
full speed ahead

want to be moored to the chair
before you runaway
turned into a helpless polynya

all ice and hard nipples
with a vast open hold
like an ocean
for my Omaha steak to sodomize

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Poem Turned Backwards: To Destroy a Rectum

Anal Sex Ass

as your hair cascades romanticallyrectum-to-destroy1
down into my face

I give you
your atoms

stretch to accommodate
all that dick

your cells
up your ass

you anal fucking pig
your membranes

purple rectum stretch
you are the stretch

in pink and
there you have ass

to stretch open
and claim asshole

to destroy
there you have polka dots

there you have ass
to stretch,

you are rectum
nothing else

in front of polka dots
in pink and purple

to destroy
there you have ass

an asshole
a rectum

yours, an ass
your asshole, an ass

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A supermodel with long black hair
to her ass crack
is on stage
ass gaped
and the Prince of Bahranistan
is there
spreading her gorgeous
supermodelly ass cheeks
her spectacular
arrogant anus
her terrifically
tightly wrapped cunt lips
he’s gaping her in such a way
that if we stopped and clicked
we could make her gaping supermodelly ass
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A rectum to destroy | #Anal #Sex #Poem by Moctezuma Johnson


yours, an ass
your asshole, an ass
an asshole
a rectum
to destroy
there you have ass
in front of polka dots
in pink and purple
there you have ass
to stretch
you rectum
to destroy
there you have polka dots
in pink and
there you have ass
to stretch open
and claim asshole
purple rectum stretch
you are the stretch
you anal fucking pig
your membranes
your cells
your atoms
stretch to accomadate
all that dick
I give you
up your ass
as your hair cascades romatically
down into my face


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Anal is the new black – How to Seduce your Asian Lover

It used to be hard to convince a chick to take dick up the ass, but thanks to imperialization and sex in the city we have a boundary-breaking that makes defiling a sweet lotus flower a lot easier than you may think

“No matter how hot she is, in spite of it, in fact, your Asian girlfriend
(even if you think of her as a booty call, she is your girlfriend)
will want to please you to the very best of her abilities.
Use this against her and for your own benefit.”


Asian girls, like white and black women, can be picked up just about anywhere. One of the benefits of Asia is that you can go up to anybody and just start speaking, you can sit down at the table with a few Asian chicks and even if they don’t like you at first, they will be too polite and a little too cock-size curious to give you the boot. Your looks barely matter. A sixty-year-old man can put a twenty-year-old college student on his arm. So, soon, if you have any game at all, they will be eating out of your hand and you will be able to take one home. You may be able to stick it in her ass on the first night, especially if you’ve had any liquor, but patience will mean you will definitely be going in through the out door soon enough on this hot piece of Asian meat.


No matter how hot she is, in spite of it, in fact, your Asian girlfriend (even if you think of her as a booty call, she is your girlfriend) will want to please you to the very best of her abilities. Use this against her and for your own benefit.


I love positions where she’s reduced to only one body part

Nearly every Asian girl—from Seoul to Santa Monica—is obsessed with the mirror and the scale. She is constantly feeling like she has to do more to prove herself to men, to her friends, to her colleagues, to everyone. I mean, shit, most humans are that way. This is a powerful motivator. So, boys, keep in mind that her whole self-image is seen through the prism of the way her man sees her. (Ladies I suggest you get over this vulnerable way of thinking and have some ways to do so, but for this post, lets prey on her insecurity). The key thing when convincing your Asian girl to take it up the ass is to remind her that white and black girls are doing it regularly and they are way more respected. So, if she takes cock up her ass, people (namely you) will respect her more. Ain’t that a good bit of fun logic?

Once she is willing, lube it up good and be gentle with her. Don’t try to break it in two. Try to treat her like the anal virgin (or near-virgin) she really is and get her to feel amazed she took  your big cock in there. After you’ve warmed her up to it, you can pound her asshole raw until she leaks night after night.  The real beauty is that you can have a few hotties on the trot at once in this wonderful scheme.




You may also enjoy some anal poems by MJ. Choose from the many, great names:

Anal Sex Ass

Perfect Ass Ready for Anal

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Option B: Get up in there, bury cock up her ass, & fuck her senseless

Get up in there and bury your cock up her ass and fuck her senseless

See the thing about black ass that’s so special is that even though it took skin stretching growth spurts to build the foundation of the black ass, the color of the skin hides most of the veins and stretch marks. The blemishes are there but they aren’t as obvious as on white ass. Also, like the Chinese ass, the dark ass is solid. Once cock is up that tight hole the rest of the ass cheek is rock hard. It doesn’t flap around loosely like some kite on windy beach, it holds its position like one of the young Janissaries outside of Jameh Mosque of Isfahan.

Once inside G-strung’s ass, you fuck hard and your body bangs against hers. Her ass ripples, ever so slightly while your balls smash against her empty cunt lips.

You’ve never had a black ass before. You’ve always had white ass. You’re not a racist. You just haven’t had a chance to get around much. You’ve always been the type to kind of stick to yourself. You went to parties. You had black friends. You knew lots of white girls with black boyfriends and husbands, but you just never dipped your stick in chocolate pussy. You’re not sure how it happened. But here G-strung was ass up and face down looking absolutely scrumptious and you would be a fool not to partake in a little black booty. You could choose her cunt or her ass or take a dip in each. You climbed on top of her and it was nothing like sliding easily onto your wife’s mushy body. This was like climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. It took effort. It took an oxygen pack to scale this great big black ass. It had to be 4.5 kilometers up into the sky. Once you were up there, you already felt like you had accomplished something. You were raging with confidence. Your life had purpose. Then you found the balls to push your dick into the soft folds of this black chick’s flesh. Your cockhead spread her pink insides open. Her insides slipperily slid onto you until her cunt lips gripped the base of your dick. She used her lips to pitch a tent to protect you from all the ills of life. Deep in that pussy you were safe from the weather, from domestic bullshit, from your asshole boss, from monotony. You were happy in there and considered letting your desire to cum—to shoot seed—overtake you. You were on the verge of finishing inside this cunt, but you suffered a stronger desire to try this bitch’s ass.

You pulled the cock out. Her strong cunt lips held you tight but ultimately acquiesced to your every primal desire. Her asshole was a perfectly symmetrical triskaidecagon. You wondered momentarily of Pythagoras was an ass man. Probably. Anyways, you had your own juicy ass to focus on today. No time to think about geometry. Back on track, you pushed your glistening cockhead into G-strungs stupdendous ass and soft the soft anus flesh pushed back gently like a soft lever, like a flower petal, like a wormhole in one of your outer body experiences. You felt a pit in your gut. That’s the feeling of depravity. Unmistakable.

You were fucking this black hooker up her ass (it’s not pejorative thought, mind you. She was literally black and a hooker) . When you tried anal with your wife it was always awkward and a little hostile. Even in the rare instances when your wife tried hard her ass acted tight and uncooperative like a suburban country club was with minorities. But this black hooker, G-strung, had an ass like a rest stop. Anyone could come and enjoy a little break from the horrors and boredom of day-to-day life. You pushed your cock all the way. You felt her tight ass grip the root of your cock like she had undone her hair and pushed a hairband onto the bottom of your shaft like a cock ring. That was her muscular sphincter. The ring of her anus really gripped the bottom root of your cock, just over the balls. You started slow but at that depth the only thing to do was to add speed to the sodomy. There was nothing stopping you from going balls deep until your nuts were smacking her wet sloppy cunt lips.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

There was no vaginal wall up her ass that your cock head could bang against painfully. Nope. G-strung’s asshole was infinite pleasure. Well, it wasn’t infinite, but the pleasure went deeper than your cock, so from your cock’s perspective it was infinite——holy shit, you were beginning to cum and a new choice broke your train of thought.

Well, stud, looks like you have another hard choice to make, you sodomizer:

Cum outside the bitch