Where I Got Them – The Shrinkening

“No don’t come in!” I shouted, quickly clutching my towel to my rapidly shrinking bust, as I heard Alyssa (she refused to choose a male name to better suit her “new” features) turning the doorknob to the bathroom.
“But the baby’s hungry!” he whined. “And thanks to you I don’t even have the right parts to feed her.
“Ugh, fine, you can come in,” I said, dropping the towel to reveal my newly flattened chest, my nipples still dark and hard atop it. “But thanks to this whole Shrinkening thing, I don’t either…”


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