It didn't take me long to find the place I wanted. It popped up the instant I entered the words "shrink fantasy" on www.adult.src. The Virtual Shrinking Center, it was called. "If you like the idea of shrinking, or being shrunk, this is the place for you!" proclaimed the banner.
At the home page, I found there were dozens of sub-pages (called "rooms") designed for those of virtually any taste. You could shrink women or men; you could go down to a variety of sizes; you could be violent or tame. Some rooms were for sex only, while others were just for the adventure of being shrunk. There was even a room for shrinking romance, and there were a couple of areas designed just for children or teens, where the fantasies were more juvenile in nature.
I studied the list for a bit, trying to decide which room was right for me. The sex ones were out, at least for now, and of course, I wasn't interested in romance. I thought about the adventure rooms, but that wasn't really what I was looking for--the job at the casino was adventure enough for me, thank you very much!
After a few minutes, I finally settled on the most generic shrinking women room, which was designed for people with a variety of interests. It was called the "SW Clubhouse." What attracted me to this particular place was that both men and women were invited, with the men presumably being the ones shrinking the ladies. Roleplaying was encouraged, which was what I was looking for, after all. I wanted to experience someone shrinking me online, where I was perfectly safe and anonymous.
At the entry screen, I was informed that the virtual world beyond was more than just a room, but took the form of an actual house, with a wide variety of areas to explore. I was expected to take on a persona, represented in the 3-D rendered world by something called an "avatar," a concept I was already familiar with. We used that sort of thing all the time in training exercises back at the Bureau, usually with VR suits allowing us to experience the entire environment as though we were standing inside it. Unfortunately, that kind of equipment cost a lot more money than I wanted to spend at the moment--I could probably afford it, but I'd have to break into some of my investments. If I decided I needed that sort of thing, I could always sign for one and have the Bureau ship it to me under the label of "training materials."
The avatar I selected was a computer-generated persona that wore a "skin" over a generic body. The "skin" included a basic body shape, a face, a set of clothes, hair, and so on. If I had thought of it, I would have bought a vidcam and the store so I could scan myself in, but actually, it was probably best that I didn't use my own face anyway. I wanted to be anonymous, after all.
I selected a skin that looked reasonably close to me, though. I chose a female shape (it was always possible to go cross-gender, but that wasn't my goal here), put her in a generic bodysuit, and gave her long, curly black hair. For the face, I made myself look about twenty, reasonably pretty but not overwhelmingly so. For a moment, I considered making my avatar look super-sexy, like a pinup girl, but decided against it. For this exercise, I wanted to appear like a reasonably normal person.
While I was looking around in the pre-programmed sets of clothes, I did notice something interesting--the SW Casino costume was already in there, perfectly rendered in every detail! Well, of course it would be, I thought. These people would have been in heaven in the casino, after all. I wondered how many of them had visited the place. It was probably their Mecca or something.
Shrugging, I clicked the "enter" button. After a brief wait, the screen flickered and was replaced by a 3-D view of the inside of a building. The place was beautifully rendered, with much more detail than I would have thought. After a moment, though, the reason for this became clear, as a tiny woman ran by near the floorboards to my right. Naturally, since scales would be changing for the viewer, the level of detail would have to be much higher, or when you got small, everything would just look fuzzy!
With that mystery solved, I looked around, marveling at the quality of the virtual environment. It was as close to real-looking as any such place I'd yet seen, even at the Bureau, but you could still tell it was computer-generated. True perfect renders were still years away, although Hollywood had gotten pretty tricky with such things in the movies already. Of course, they had to be, if they wanted to compete with online video entertainment. That was why so many films already had interactive segments and alternate endings the viewer could explore.
Anyway, back to the clubhouse. There weren't a lot of people here, but then, I had chosen to appear in the kitchen, not through the front door. Besides which, for all I knew there could have been a dozen tiny women on the counters, hiding behind toasters and such. I could have entered directly in the main foyer, but didn't want to appear in the middle of a crowd or anything, since I was so new at this.
Tentatively, I walked my avatar forward, actually looking down to make sure I didn't step on anyone. In here, who knew what effect that would have? They might have actually programmed the system to actually squish someone's avatar underfoot, and I didn't want to ruin anyone else's experience with my stumbling around.
Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and into the clubhouse hallway. A woman about a foot tall ran past, pursued by a normal-sized man. "Don't try to run, little one! Hee hee hee!" he laughed as he passed me. The words came out of my computer's speakers, and sounded real enough--the man had probably digitized his own voice. Of course, lacking a microphone, I'd set up the system to use one of the basic defaults for myself.
The pursuer and pursued paid me no mind, so I headed down the hall the way they had come. Here, I entered into a more open living room, which had a large table, several desks, and in one corner, a fireplace that looked so real I could almost smell the smoke.
Several full-sized men were standing over the table, looking down at a woman lying there on her back. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini, and was extremely well endowed, her curves almost cartoonish in their exaggeration. It's just a skin, I reminded myself, figuring she would have had a difficult time keeping herself balanced when she stood up. No one was that buxom in real life!
"Oh, PLEASE don't shrink me!" begged the woman on the table. I noticed then that her arms and legs had been bound together, and she was struggling only weakly, as if she didn't really want to escape.
"Why not?" said a rather tall, handsome looking man next to her, holding up a strange-looking gun. "I think you'd like it, my dear. Let's find out, shall we?"
He pulled the trigger, and an exquisitely rendered green laser beam shot out and touched the wriggling girl. She let out a little scream, both in fear and delight, and started to slowly dwindle in size. The man with the gun laughed as she grew gradually smaller on the table, and the others who were watching cheered their approval.
While the woman shrunk, she appeared to become aroused by the sensation, and her newly freed hands moved to cover her crotch and breasts. She began to play with herself, groaning with rapture as she dwindled. The laser never left her, and as she got ever smaller, she began to moan more intensely.
By the time she was about a foot high, she was frantically heaving her body from what looked like intense pleasure. I couldn't tell if it was just that she liked being shrunk, or if the beam itself was turning her on somehow. Be that as it may, when she reached three or four inches or so, perhaps half a minute later, she gave a sudden, final lurch of ecstasy and collapsed back on the table, panting with satisfaction.
The laser shut off, leaving the tiny woman in the bikini at about three inches high, looking very satisfied with herself. If cigarettes were still legal, I'd have said she looked like she needed one right about then.
The man reached down and picked her up without hesitation. "Thanks, Fi," he told her. "You're such a doll. I mean that literally, too."
"Mmmmm...any time, big guy," she purred with a smile. "Well, I gotta go, but I'll be on later tonight, so I hope to see you all here! Okay?" She struck a sexy Betty Boop pose in the man's palm. The men around her all nodded excitedly, which made her squeal and giggle from all the attention.
"C'ya, Fi!" her holder replied, and she winked out of existence.
"Wow," said one of the other men in the audience. "She's gotta be one of the best at that. I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it!"
"She gets enough practice," said another. "She never seems to get tired of being shrunk, does she?"
Hmm, I thought. Sounds like Heather would really enjoy this place! If she had a VR suit, she'd get the whole 3-D effect of being small, and some of the newer outfits had sensation pads inside that would let her feel like she was really being picked up. I decided I'd have to tell her about this the next time we met.
One of the men finally noticed me standing there. He walked over and looked at me, as though curious at my presence. "Hello there," he said boldly. "Um...you're...you're awfully TALL, aren't you? Shouldn't you be smaller--say, a few FEET smaller?"
I stepped back a bit. "I'm kinda new here," I typed quickly, knowing the computer would render my voice in his speakers, as though I'd actually talked out loud. Eventually, I'd get a microphone so I wouldn't have to use my fingers to talk. "I don't really know the rules yet. Can you help me?"
"Aha!" said the man. "A newbie! Hold on a second--I need to summon forth our fearless leader. He'll explain everything!"
"Thanks," I replied, and waited a moment. The avatar in front of me didn't do anything, but I knew the user on the other end was probably typing some commands on his keyboard.
After a few seconds, another man popped into existence next to me. I turned to look at him. His avatar was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, looking for all the world like Jim Belushi in "Animal House." The way his avatar stood, he looked cool and laid back, and I also noticed with some amusement that he was even holding a bottle of beer to complete the effect.
"Hello," he said after a moment. "What's your name?"
"Uh...call me Valerie," I told him, taking a name from the "Land of the Giants" TV show.
"All right, Val," he replied, not hesitating to abbreviate my name, as though it were completely natural to do so. "We don't have any kind of real government here--it's a free place, but we do have some rules. I like to greet any newcomers and give 'em a tour, if that's all right with you."
"Sure," I replied. "That's why I'm here."
"Okay," he answered amiably. "Follow me, if you would. Oh, and by the way, you can call me Talon."