Preface
It has been 1 year since the world changed. Many men all over the world were experiencing what was now being called Reductium. Science was still unable to explain the tremendous change to society which caused certain men to revert in size. There was speculation that something combination of pollution in the water and the chemicals used to treat it had reversed the gene instructions of men over 6ft. At this point, any man who was or reached 6ft slowly and proportionately reverted to about a foot tall. It didn’t seem to have any effect on women or men who were shorter than 6ft. It had certainly changed the way society functioned and affected the livelihood of so many men…
Reductium (Part 1)
“So let’s talk about the strain on your relationship,” the therapist said frankly.
Mike’s attention was refocused by his couples therapist’s voice. “It’s just… it’s just…” Mike couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Sarah looked down at her diminutive husband and began rubbing his back, her hand was almost as big as his torso. “Go on, honey, just tell him.” Sarah said soothingly.
Mike pushed her hand away with both of his arms. “Don’t do that! Stop talking to me like a kid. I’m a MAN” Mike retorted.
“Of course you are! I’m so sorry. I just want you to feel better. I want to make us better.” Sarah responded.
“You don’t know what it’s like. I used to be 6’3”. I used to feel in control. I used to…” Mike struggled to find the words.
“This is good, Mike. It can be difficult to talk about what is causing your pain. These sessions are meant to help you explore and talk through the thoughts that go swirling through our head. No one can find these answers except you.” their therapist said calmly.
Mike paused and took a breath, “I just don’t feel like a man anymore. I can’t even…I can’t even…”
“You can tell him, Mike.” Sarah gently encouraged Mike.
Mike looked at Sarah with a face of disappointment. At his former height of 6’3”, he had no trouble finding women before Sarah. He was broad-shouldered and, from years of swimming, had a sculpted chest with a lean torso and toned biceps. In college, he had a plethora of women lining up at the door - especially after seeing how well he filled out his speedos. He knew how to satisfy a woman with everything he had been blessed with. At his new size, he could barely feel himself inside his wife and she couldn’t even feel him at all. They had resorted to only doing oral. Sometimes, Sarah would pick him up and give him head while holding him. It was one of the most emasculating things Mike had experienced but it felt so good to have her warm lip around his much smaller cock. When Sarah needed to get off, Mike would hoist a dildo over his shoulder and stimulate her.
“I can’t satisfy her like I used to,” Mike said under his breath.
“Say that again,” the therapist instructed.
“I can’t satisfy her. “ Mike said matter-of-factly. “Are you happy?”
“Remember Mike, we are here to work through this together. In order for me to help, you both need to be honest about your feelings no matter how hard they are to talk about.” the therapist reassured him. “Now, Sarah, how have you felt in the bedroom”
“It’s definitely different. Everything is a lot…smaller now, ” she hesitated to say. At Mike’s original size, Sarah sometimes struggled to take him. His cock was the thickest she had ever had and about 8 inches long. She really enjoyed the feeling of being filled by him. It was always something fun to brag about when she was with her girlfriends too. “I think it bothers Mike more than it bothers me. I love him and he makes me feel good. I don’t need him to be anything different than who he is.” Sarah continued.
“That’s not the point.” Mike interjected.
“Please, let Sarah finish, Mike.” the therapist said.
“What do you know dude?!” Mike screamed as he stood up on the couch cushion, “You got to stay your regular size. You don’t have to deal with being small. You don’t have to deal with looking up at everyone. You don’t have to feel weak.”
Both Sarah and the therapist looked at Mike standing there, his weight barely made an indent in the cushion. Mike suddenly became aware of the expansiveness of the room and the two giants looking at him. He sat down again, burying his face in his hands.
“I understand you are upset Mike. The focus here is you and Sarah. I can never understand your experience, and I don’t claim to. I am simply here to help you walk through what you feel. It’s important that I hear both sides of the story.” the therapist calmly responded. “Look, we are almost at time. I have a suggestion that will seem a bit drastic but this is new for everyone. We have seen preliminary success with couples who invite a ‘stand-in’ man not affected by Reductium.”
“WHAT?!” Mike gasped.
“Are you suggesting we have a threesome?!” Sarah added.
“I know, I know. This sounds extreme but we are dealing with extreme circumstances,” their therapist responded, “In the past, this would be a completely unorthodox method and not something I, nor any other therapist, would suggest; however, we are dealing with an extraordinary event in society.”
Mike and Sarah looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of them had ever been a part of a threesome; it wasn’t even something that had crossed their minds.
“If it seems to be working, I guess… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” Sarah said sheepishly.
“Are you kidding?!” Mike blurted out.
“I think it would be best if you both took time to think about this. Talk at home. There are currently websites and apps that help couples find a ‘stand-in’. We’ve also seen success with couples who invite a ‘stand-in’ they already know.” the therapist said.
“Thank you, doctor.” Sarah said while standing and reaching out to shake hands.
Sarah looked back to see Mike standing up in the middle of the couch cushion. He looked clearly unhappy with his arms folded looking out the window. At his size, he looked like an angry toddler who just found out he wasn’t getting candy. Sarah looked at him with pity knowing this couldn’t be easy for him.
“Have a good afternoon and I’ll see you next week at the same time. Please consider what we’ve talked about.” the therapist said.
Like a routine, Mike reached his arms up to let Sarah pick him up from the couch. She gently lifted him and set him on the ground. Sarah grabbed their coats as their therapist showed them to the door.
It has been 1 year since the world changed. Many men all over the world were experiencing what was now being called Reductium. Science was still unable to explain the tremendous change to society which caused certain men to revert in size. There was speculation that something combination of pollution in the water and the chemicals used to treat it had reversed the gene instructions of men over 6ft. At this point, any man who was or reached 6ft slowly and proportionately reverted to about a foot tall. It didn’t seem to have any effect on women or men who were shorter than 6ft. It had certainly changed the way society functioned and affected the livelihood of so many men…
Reductium (Part 1)
“So let’s talk about the strain on your relationship,” the therapist said frankly.
Mike’s attention was refocused by his couples therapist’s voice. “It’s just… it’s just…” Mike couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Sarah looked down at her diminutive husband and began rubbing his back, her hand was almost as big as his torso. “Go on, honey, just tell him.” Sarah said soothingly.
Mike pushed her hand away with both of his arms. “Don’t do that! Stop talking to me like a kid. I’m a MAN” Mike retorted.
“Of course you are! I’m so sorry. I just want you to feel better. I want to make us better.” Sarah responded.
“You don’t know what it’s like. I used to be 6’3”. I used to feel in control. I used to…” Mike struggled to find the words.
“This is good, Mike. It can be difficult to talk about what is causing your pain. These sessions are meant to help you explore and talk through the thoughts that go swirling through our head. No one can find these answers except you.” their therapist said calmly.
Mike paused and took a breath, “I just don’t feel like a man anymore. I can’t even…I can’t even…”
“You can tell him, Mike.” Sarah gently encouraged Mike.
Mike looked at Sarah with a face of disappointment. At his former height of 6’3”, he had no trouble finding women before Sarah. He was broad-shouldered and, from years of swimming, had a sculpted chest with a lean torso and toned biceps. In college, he had a plethora of women lining up at the door - especially after seeing how well he filled out his speedos. He knew how to satisfy a woman with everything he had been blessed with. At his new size, he could barely feel himself inside his wife and she couldn’t even feel him at all. They had resorted to only doing oral. Sometimes, Sarah would pick him up and give him head while holding him. It was one of the most emasculating things Mike had experienced but it felt so good to have her warm lip around his much smaller cock. When Sarah needed to get off, Mike would hoist a dildo over his shoulder and stimulate her.
“I can’t satisfy her like I used to,” Mike said under his breath.
“Say that again,” the therapist instructed.
“I can’t satisfy her. “ Mike said matter-of-factly. “Are you happy?”
“Remember Mike, we are here to work through this together. In order for me to help, you both need to be honest about your feelings no matter how hard they are to talk about.” the therapist reassured him. “Now, Sarah, how have you felt in the bedroom”
“It’s definitely different. Everything is a lot…smaller now, ” she hesitated to say. At Mike’s original size, Sarah sometimes struggled to take him. His cock was the thickest she had ever had and about 8 inches long. She really enjoyed the feeling of being filled by him. It was always something fun to brag about when she was with her girlfriends too. “I think it bothers Mike more than it bothers me. I love him and he makes me feel good. I don’t need him to be anything different than who he is.” Sarah continued.
“That’s not the point.” Mike interjected.
“Please, let Sarah finish, Mike.” the therapist said.
“What do you know dude?!” Mike screamed as he stood up on the couch cushion, “You got to stay your regular size. You don’t have to deal with being small. You don’t have to deal with looking up at everyone. You don’t have to feel weak.”
Both Sarah and the therapist looked at Mike standing there, his weight barely made an indent in the cushion. Mike suddenly became aware of the expansiveness of the room and the two giants looking at him. He sat down again, burying his face in his hands.
“I understand you are upset Mike. The focus here is you and Sarah. I can never understand your experience, and I don’t claim to. I am simply here to help you walk through what you feel. It’s important that I hear both sides of the story.” the therapist calmly responded. “Look, we are almost at time. I have a suggestion that will seem a bit drastic but this is new for everyone. We have seen preliminary success with couples who invite a ‘stand-in’ man not affected by Reductium.”
“WHAT?!” Mike gasped.
“Are you suggesting we have a threesome?!” Sarah added.
“I know, I know. This sounds extreme but we are dealing with extreme circumstances,” their therapist responded, “In the past, this would be a completely unorthodox method and not something I, nor any other therapist, would suggest; however, we are dealing with an extraordinary event in society.”
Mike and Sarah looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of them had ever been a part of a threesome; it wasn’t even something that had crossed their minds.
“If it seems to be working, I guess… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” Sarah said sheepishly.
“Are you kidding?!” Mike blurted out.
“I think it would be best if you both took time to think about this. Talk at home. There are currently websites and apps that help couples find a ‘stand-in’. We’ve also seen success with couples who invite a ‘stand-in’ they already know.” the therapist said.
“Thank you, doctor.” Sarah said while standing and reaching out to shake hands.
Sarah looked back to see Mike standing up in the middle of the couch cushion. He looked clearly unhappy with his arms folded looking out the window. At his size, he looked like an angry toddler who just found out he wasn’t getting candy. Sarah looked at him with pity knowing this couldn’t be easy for him.
“Have a good afternoon and I’ll see you next week at the same time. Please consider what we’ve talked about.” the therapist said.
Like a routine, Mike reached his arms up to let Sarah pick him up from the couch. She gently lifted him and set him on the ground. Sarah grabbed their coats as their therapist showed them to the door.