"Yay, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Her Bikini"
Mike was eager to head to the beach that day. His girlfriend, Molly, enjoyed sunning herself in the hot sun of summer while listening to the waves roll over the heated tan sands. Molly initially won his heart when he saw her showcasing those big tits at the bar when they first met. Five purchased drinks later that night, the two stumbled back to his place and had hot sex until morning. The two knew they were a match ever since.
Now they moved in together and have spent six lust-filled years together, exploring new ways to excite their needs. The latest one involved Mike's late teens fetish. He learned about size-manipulation and wanted to try it. The idea of his girlfriend's body being massively big to him excited his curiosity beyond words. Luckily for him, Molly was into the idea as well, so long as it was Mike doing the shrinking.
There at the beach, the couple set up their towels on the sand and set the cooler down nearby. Molly took off her t-shirt and exposed those big breasts in a very skimpy bikini top. Mike had about lost his load there and then. Even though they had been lovers for six years, when Molly flopped them out to view each time, Mike fell in love with her all over again. Those triangles of material hid nothing except nipples.
"God, you're beautiful," he panted, pulling off his running pants and wearing nothing else but swim trunks. Molly smiled wide and shoved down her tight shorts. She knew to face away from him so that when she undressed, he got a full view of her ripe ass cheeks as she stepped out of the shorts. Mike spent many a night diving his face in those soft mounds when he would eat her out from behind. It was one of his signature moves that was sure to give Molly an orgasm before they really got rolling.
"Thanks, love," she countered. "You really want to try shrinking on the beach? Won't others stare?" Mike held up his hands to reassure his love.
"Don't worry babe, just be ready to cover me up with the towel when I'm small. I plan to go small enough that no one will notice me play on your body. You be careful with my little form so you don't crush me, and I'll do what I can to excite you on a new scale." Molly smiled again and promised to take care of her tiny explorer of a man.
"How small were you thinking of going?" Molly asked.
"I don't know, maybe about a foot tall? Mike countered.
"That might be too big still with all of these people around. I don't want to be mistaken for having 'fun' with a child, Mike." She replied with enough concern that had Mike rethinking his plan. "Maybe we shouldn't do this, Mike." Mike didn't want to ruin his fun, so he countered.
"OK, how about I go smaller, then? Like, say, a couple of inches?" He held up his hand and showed Molly the size using his index finger and thumb as his arm stretched out to her. His hand showed the approximation of six inches. Molly stepped over to him on the beach towel and narrowed his gap with her own hand to roughly half that size. "THAT small?" he asked, surprised.
Molly smiled a new devilish grin. "That small. If you're going to explore me, I want enough of me to really make you work for my orgasm." Mike kissed her long and sensually before breaking away and pulling out the serum case. The two of them read the directions in the kit Mike brought, and together they figured out the right amounts of each chemical in the small vials strapped inside. Soon, they had their elixir ready, and Mike toasted his buxom girl.
"To your exploration," he said proudly, clinking the glass vial against her can of Diet Coke.
"Make me cum, or don't resize," she giggled. They kissed and drank. Within seconds, the mixture now in Mike's stomach began to work. He felt warm, warmer than the sun's rays penetrated his skin. Inside his body, the serum started shrinking him on the cellular level. His body quickly imploded to his new size of just over two inches tall.
Molly swung her sexy leg over his head and formed a V on the beach towel, now surrounding her little man. Those massive jugs hung precariously over Mike, and his head strained to look up at his enormous woman.
"How's the new view?" her voice thundered overhead. Mike squeaked his mousy voice up at her, but she couldn't hear him. The waves crashing, the people talking around them, the music playing on radios on the beach, the squawking gulls flying overhead all contributed to Molly missing out on her man's tinny voice calling up to her. Instead, he gave her the best thumbs-up he could show. Molly smiled and lay back on the bundle of extra towels as a back rest.
Mike began his trek across the terrycloth beach towel, stepping over sand particles and chip crumbs that Molly had let fall while watching Mike shrink. Soon, the miniscule man was approaching Molly's canyon-like inner thighs. The aroma of her pussy was entering his nostrils now. He could smell their morning sex emanating from her through the silky material of her bikini bottoms. It only stirred him forward.
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