"Are you crazy?" she asks me, staring up in disbelief. "I mean, don't get me wrong. Scratching your dick is...an interesting experience. But, come on, you can't possibly expect me to get shot with your cum at my size. It's...dangerous."

I lean in closer to her, my large face hovering a few inches above her. "Well, guess what, Becky? You don't really have much choice in the matter." I took the device out and pointed it at her again. Her eyes go wide with fear.

"You wouldn't," she says, panicking

"Watch me," I respond.

"Please," she begged. "I'm only 4 inches tall. If you shrink me again, who knows how small I'll get?"

"Let's find out," I respond, firing the device at her. The ray blasts out of the barrel and hits her in the chest. Immediately, she begins shrinking again and I place the device back on the table and watch in delight as she got smaller.

My dick expanded all around Becky as she shrank and she repositioned her legs to keep from falling off. She wrapped her arms around the massive thing, squeezing as hard as she could, and pretty soon, my member began getting hard. It grew to its' full length, looming like a giant redwood from my girlfriend's perspective and, as a result, she started losing her grip.

Becky's arms were spreading farther and farther apart, as she continued shrinking. In a few seconds, I watched as my girlfriend, already at a couple of inches tall, fell over the side of my penis. She desperately grasped at my pubic hairs as she screamed, successfully grabbing one, saving her life in the process.

She looked ahead to see one of my testicles, nearly double her size, staring back at her. It grew larger before her eyes, as she continued to dwindle.

Becky held on to my pubic hair for dear life, dangling hundreds of feet off the ground (from her point of view), hoping that her second bout of shrinking would end soon.

Finally, when the hair she was holding seemed to be as thick as a rope, she stopped. She sighed with relief, just before two of my massive fingers descended upon her. She screamed as I plucked her off of my member and placed her in my hand. She sat down, looking all around her. To Becky, my hand seemed larger than two football fields.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed up at me. "I'm probably not even an inch tall. Please grow me back."

Her voice was registering as nothing more than high-pitched squeaks to me. I could see her lips moving, but no more. She looked no bigger than a half-inch tall by now. If that.

"You feel like doing what I say now?" my voice boomed out in her direction and she covered her ears in response. "Or, would you like to be even smaller?" I held the device up for greater emphasis.

She slowly nodded her head, wiping a tear from her face. I placed her back on my member and sat back in the chair.