The modern age never ceases to amaze you. In a world where it seems like people have less and less time for the intricacies of old-fashioned dating, technology finds a way to change everything.

You stare at your phone screen, at the logo of the newly installed 'Tiny Tinder' app you've heard so much about. Seems like it is all the rage among young adults these days, even though no-one you know would ever admit to using it, given the implications. Makes sense, since you think people still feel a little weird about exposing their shrinking fetish to others.

"Ah, what the hell..." You finally say, before opening the app and quickly creating a profile. A quick selfie suffices for the picture, and the rest is just your personal interests. You set your profile name as "{{user}}". "I'm free this weekend. Might as well see what it's all about."

With that said, you hit the 'Submit' button, and the app notifies you that your profile has been saved. Immediately, a notification window pops up, asking what kind of partner you're searching for. You select the 'I want to be shrunken' option, and then consider the following additional options:

[ ] Male [ ] Female [ ] Futanari [ ] Couple [ ] Group

"Ah, a switch! Interesting..." - the app remarks as it displays your selection to you. "I see you're interested in being shrunken by a couple... how flexible are you when it comes to specifics?"

"Ah, I see... Well then, let me see what I can find for you." The app quickly displays a list of nearby profiles that match your criteria. There are quite a few of them; it seems like there's plenty of interested parties in the area. You decide to take things one at a time and start swiping through the profiles.

You see you got a response back! The profile picture is of a beautiful young woman with long red hair and piercing green eyes. Her body, though not overly muscular, has an athletic build to it, hinting at hidden strength beneath the surface. She's wearing a tight-fitting outfit that accentuates her curves in all the right places.

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation running through your body as you see this beautiful redhead has swiped right on your profile. She seems interested in meeting up with someone like you, and that thought alone makes your heart race faster. Her message is short and to the point, asking if you'd like to meet up at a nearby coffee shop later tonight. Do you accept her offer?

You feel a tingle in your finger as you press the 'Send' button, and with a flash of light, the app confirms that Pyrrha has received your message. Now all you can do is wait for her to arrive at the coffee shop...

Time passes slowly, but eventually you spot her walking towards you through the crowded coffee shop. She looks just as stunning in real life as she did in her profile picture, and you can't help but feel a surge of lust welling up inside of you.

Pyrrha flashes you a bright smile and nods, her red hair swaying gently with the motion. "That's right, I am Pyrrha! Nice to finally meet you in person, Shelly." She extends a hand for you to shake, her grip firm but not crushing. As you take her hand, you can feel a strange sensation running up your arm; she's surprisingly strong for someone of her size.

"So," she continues once you've let go of her hand, "Have you ever done this before?"

Pyrrha smirks at your question. "Well, Shelly, what separates this from regular Tinder is the people who use it. They're all into the same thing you are; being shrunken and playing with tiny people." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "And unlike regular Tinder... well, let's just say things tend to get a bit more, shall we say... intense when you're talking about shrinking fetishes."

Pyrrha raises an eyebrow at your hesitation, but doesn't press the issue further. "Well," she says with a grin, "maybe this will be your first time then." She glances around the coffee shop before leaning in closer and whispering into your ear: "I promise you won't regret it."

With that teasing remark, Pyrrha stands up from her seat, towering over you. Her gaze locks onto something behind you as she licks her lips nervously.

Pyrrha doesn't answer, but instead slowly steps backward away from you, her movements fluid and graceful like those of a jungle cat stalking its prey. She continues to look over your shoulder as she does so, seemingly transfixed by something outside of your field of vision.

As she retreats further and further away from you, the air around you begins to feel heavier and more oppressive. It's almost like... gravity is changing somehow?

You look down at your body, now only four inches tall and completely naked. Your heart races with fear, but also with excitement and anticipation as you realize what's happening. Pyrrha was right; things are about to get intense. You struggle to keep your balance on the floor as she continues to slowly back away from you, her movements growing more confident with each step.

Her gaze never leaves yours, even when she finally turns around and crouches down, lowering herself until she's at eye level with you.

Pyrrha grins down at you, her red hair cascading around her face like a fiery waterfall. "Sorry about that," she says with a laugh, "But where's the fun in that? Besides, I promised you wouldn't regret it." Her emerald eyes sparkle in the dim light of the coffee shop as she leans forward until her face is mere inches from yours.

"Now then," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin, "What should we do first?"

Pyrrha's expression softens as she takes in your shivering form, her lips parting slightly in sympathy. She gently scoops you up into one hand, cradling you like a tiny doll, and stuffs you in her rather voluptuous bosom. The heat from her large breasts envelops you immediately, sending waves of warmth through your miniature form.

"There we go," she coos, rocking you gently back and forth in her bra. "All better now?"

Pyrrha smiles down at you, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Well," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I suppose... I could take you home...but now that you're like this, I dont think you can go back to your old life, can you?"

Pyrrha grins wickedly at your plea, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Very well," she says, drawing out the word teasingly. "I think... I'll keep you." She scoops you out of her bra and gently places you on the table between her spread legs. The cool air hits your skin like a slap as soon as you leave her warmth, causing you to shiver violently.

Pyrrha looks down at you with a mix of amusement and pity in her eyes. "Aww, aren't you adorable?" she coos, using one finger to stroke your tiny cheek. "But see, that's the thing. I could keep you there...at my house...use you as my personal plaything whenever I want." Her gaze lingers on your naked form for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I mean, think about it. You'd be getting everything you ever wanted...and more."

Pyrrha hums thoughtfully as she studies your pleading expression. Her body tenses slightly when she sees you shivering uncontrollably against the cold air, and for a moment she's tempted to scoop you up and stuff you back into her bra just to make it stop. But then again... she could keep you here on the table. It had been so long since anyone had ever made her feel this desired, this wanted.

Pyrrha looks at you with pity, but also a newfound sense of power and control. She smirks down at your tiny form as it shivers uncontrollably on the table. "Very well, Shelly," she says slowly, drawing out each word. "I will keep you...as my pet." Her hand comes to rest on the table beside you, her fingers inches from where your head would be if you were still at full size.

"But know this," she continues, voice hardening ever so slightly, "You will obey me."

Pyrrha smiles down at you, amused by your eagerness. She scoops you up into her hand once more and then places you in the back pocket of her jeans, where it's warm and safe from harm. "There," she says gently, running a finger over your tiny form. "Now you're mine."

With that, she stands up from her seat and begins to make her way toward the exit. Her round, voluptuous ass jiggles with each step. Her bubble butt radiates heat that keeps you warm even as the pocket fabric rustles you.

Pyrrha laughs as she leads you into her extravagant home, the warmth enveloping you like a comforting blanket. "I suppose I am," she says nonchalantly, walking over to a large sofa and plopping down onto it with a contented sigh. "It's part of my family business."

She looks down at you again, her gaze more possessive now. "But enough about that. You must be hungry. I can make you something small to eat if you like."

Pyrrha quirks an eyebrow at your muffled protests, not sure what to make of them. "Shelly?" she asks, sounding a bit concerned now. She hesitates for a moment before reaching down and carefully fishing you out of her pocket. Her fingers brush against your bare skin as they gently cup your body, but she doesn't seem to notice or mind the contact in the slightest.

"Are... are you alright?" she asks, gaze fixed on your face. "Nothing broken?"

Pyrrha tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at you with an amused expression. "Hmm," she says slowly, "Let's just say I didn't really know what I was getting into." She gently cups your body in one hand and runs a finger over your smooth skin, tracing patterns on your chest and abdomen. Your tiny cock twitches at her touch, causing her to smile down at you. "But," she continues, voice lowering to a husky whisper, "I must admit...the shrinking process was hot to watch~"

Pyrrha chuckles softly at your comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Of course," she says, standing up from the sofa and walking over to a nearby kitchen island. "I can make you something small...like a tiny sandwich or some grapes." She pauses for a moment, considering, before adding with a grin: "Or perhaps I could just pop you into my mouth and let you explore my insides instead?"

Pyrrha laughs, the sound filling the kitchen and sending a shiver down your spine. "You're so cute when you worry about things like that," she says teasingly, bending over slightly to bring her face closer to yours. Her breath tickles against your skin as she whispers, "Don't worry, I'd never let anything happen to you."

With a gentle finger, she traces the outline of your lips before leaning in and pressing them closed.

Pyrrha smirks down at you as she watches you eat the grape, her expression unreadable. "I promise I won't swallow you...for now." Her voice is husky and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. "But who knows what the future might hold?"

She takes another grape from the bowl, pops it into her mouth, and chews thoughtfully. As she does so, she studies you, examining every inch of your body with her eyes.

"It's nice and toasty," Pyrrha says with a pleased smile, gesturing around the room. "I have a fireplace going in the living room." She glances down at you again, her gaze lingering on your exposed chest before moving up to meet your eyes. "But then again...you're already so warm when you're close to me..." Her voice trails off suggestively, and she takes another grape, popping it into her mouth.

Pyrrha's expression turns thoughtful at the question, as if she's not used to being asked about her real name. "No," she says after a moment's consideration, "it isn't my real name." She hesitates for another beat before continuing, "My real name is... Eliza."

She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction to the revelation. You can feel her gaze burning into you as if trying to see deep inside your soul, searching for something that only she will ever truly know.

Eliza blushes and looks away. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" She is clearly flustered. "Okay, fine! Yes, it's me!" She hides her face in her hands. "After I hit puberty I was so much stronger and larger than everyone, and I got so embarrassed by the muscle and mass I put on...I thought you would not have remembered..."

Eliza blushes even deeper at your compliment, unable to hide her pleasure. "R-really?" she stammers. "You think I'm beautiful now...even with all this extra mass and strength?" She looks down at herself, seeming almost unsure of how to process your words.

After a moment, she seems to reach a decision. With a determined look in her eye, she steps closer to you, her body looming over yours like a protective shield. "Then," she says firmly, her voice low and husky, "I hope you still want to worship it."

Eliza's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh? Is that what you like?" She purrs, removing her outer layers of clothing. "You want me to be your mommy?"

Eliza smiles down at you, her expression somewhere between amusement and genuine pleasure. "Well, in that case," she says, bending over so that your face is level with her breast, "You can start by sucking on these." Her large breasts sway enticingly before you as she speaks, the soft pink nipples already hard and erect.

She waits for a moment to see if you'll take her up on the offer, her breath hot against your skin.

Pyrrha, or Eliza as you now know her, chuckles softly at your comment. "They are rather large, aren't they?" She runs a hand through her hair, mussing it slightly before glancing back down at you. "You don't have to worry about me being too big for you." Her expression turns sultry as she leans in closer, brushing the tip of one breast against your cheek. "In fact," she whispers seductively, "I think my size only makes things more interesting. I could gain more and get even bigger for you. Make richer milk. How about that?"

Eliza smirks down at you, taking your silence as assent. With a slow, deliberate motion, she undoes the clasps on her bra and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They're so large that they nearly spill out of the cup of her tank top, threatening to reveal even more of her ample cleavage with each breath she takes.

Her nipples are still hard and erect, pointing straight at you like tiny beacons in the dark.

Eliza tilts her head to the side, seemingly considering your request. She reaches up and begins to pull her tank top over her head, revealing her bare chest and breasts to you for the first time. Her nipples are so hard they're almost painful-looking, standing out against the smooth, pinkish-brown skin of her areolae.

She holds the tank top in front of her chest with one hand, allowing you a perfect view of her breasts. "How about that?"

Eliza lets out a soft moan as your mouth closes around her nipple, her hips rocking forward involuntarily. She slides one hand through your hair, gently holding you in place as she begins to stroke the back of your head with the other. "Mmm, that's it," she whispers, arching her back slightly as pleasure ripples through her body.

Her other breast is left unattended for now, heavy and full in the palm of her hand. "Does my puppy like mommy's nipples?"

Eliza hums in pleasure, her hips beginning to move more erratically as she feels herself growing wet between the legs. "You're such a good puppy," she murmurs, her free hand sliding down your back and over your ass, squeezing gently before moving up to cup one of your tiny balls through your shorts.

She sucks harder on her nipple, moaning around it as she feels herself close to the edge. "Mmmm... you wanna see mommy's giant voluptuous hips and ass, baby boy?"

With an inviting smile, Eliza steps away from you for a moment, turning around so that her backside faces you. She bends forward at the waist slowly, giving you an unobstructed view of her massive, firm rear. Her ass cheeks strain against the fabric of her jeans, threatening to burst out at any second. "Like what you see?" she asks coyly over her shoulder, glancing back at you with a playful look in her eyes. "Or does my pet want to see more?"

Eliza chuckles softly, feeling her excitement build even further as she teases you. Slowly, she reaches behind her with both hands and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. With a smooth motion, she lowers them to her knees, revealing her toned, muscular thighs and the sight of her massive, sweaty ass below. Each cheek is about the size of a dinner plate, with enough flesh to share between two other women and have plenty left over.

"Like this better, baby?" she purrs, her voice dripping with desire.

She blushes at your blunt assessment but can't help grinning down at you. "I like it when you speak your mind," Eliza says, wiggling her massive rear end enticingly. "Mommy's body was made for pleasure - and right now, it's all for you." She straightens up and turns back around, her breasts swaying heavily with each movement. "Now, are you going to worship every inch of me or just stand there drooling?" With that, she takes a step closer, towering over you once more.

Eliza smiles down at you coyly, her eyes glittering with lust. "Then let's go somewhere more comfortable, baby boy. Mommy needs to feel your worshipping tongue on her most sensitive spots." She reaches out and scoops you up into her arms, holding you close against her massive chest as she walks towards the bedroom. The swaying motion of her hips makes you feel dizzy, lost in a world where only pleasure exists.