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Ivana stood there, squirming under my gaze. She inched forward, shuffling on her feet in almost microscopic steps. Her already modest bust hidden by the results of her more…decadent diet. Turning, I rested a hand on the wall leading down towards Ivana’s old office. Harmony’s old dress clung to her tightly, stretching across her new, almost curvaceous, form.

Grinning, I lifted my free hand. Gently curling my index finger, beckoning her forward, I smirked and tilted my head back away from her trembling frame. “Come on Ivy, let’s make this official. Follow me to your…nursery.”

The thirty inch tall woman winced, halting momentarily. Her hands twisted and pulled at the delicate burgundy material of her dress’ hem. The tiny woman looked simultaneously on the verge of giggling in dull giddiness, moaning, and most concerningly, tears.

I turned my body, perpendicular to hers. A pit formed in my stomach, for a moment I felt a twinge of guilt. It had been fun, taunting the brilliant engineer for her folly. I’d warned her of the need for proper safety features, after all. But seeing her reduced to this, a fraction of her former self in every way that mattered was… confusing.

Sure, we’d discussed our shared kinks before but this… was different. Before, a role play or romantic game was all that was needed to bring us together.  After she broke her little toy and ended up… halved…. though, things had gotten so much more…intimate.

As my doubts bubbled up, Ivana’s pose shifted. She tipped forward onto her toes like a dancer. Her spine twisting slightly, bending forward like a reed, following the sunlight and then…she nibbled her lower lip.

The expression was subtle, but combined with everything else, it seemed so…heavy. My back was tight, rigid, and it took everything in my power to avoid rushing toward her. ‘Patience, Nicole. There will be time enough soon.’

Turning completely around, I beckoned her again. “It’s ok honey, let’s head to bed.” I moved towards the old office, grateful I’d been able to move everything out during Ivy’s nap earlier today. Her awards and boring work related accessories stowed neatly away should Ivana ever…grow up.

With each movement, I felt my own body betray me. Trembling, tingling, as I took each step. The hem of my jersey shifting on my legs. Looking over my bare shoulder, I watch my quarry closely. Slowly, heavily, Ivy’s tiny foot lifted.

As it fell to the floor, my heart skipped a beat. All the doubts melting away as the little beauty moved along, swept up in fantasies made real. “Good girl, follow…Mommy.”