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Lt. M’ress had been snooping in her boyfriend's quarters. It was a violation of his privacy, but the caitian has pure intentions. The Ensign’s birthday was coming up and she had no idea what to get him, what would be truly special?

Sure, it might be unbecoming of a Starfleet officer to use her captain’s override codes to break into someone's personal terminal and dig through his private files, but who was going to report her? Her human boyfriend who had what every man wanted, a caitian girlfriend?

Not like Kirk would do anything more than verbally admonish her anyway if he did.

It was searching through those files that M’ress found something very interesting. It was folders of adult erotic material. Quite the collection too, all with a very specific theme. The Lieutenant had never seen material quite like this.

It was… shrinking porn. Images and videos of tiny people being toyed with by giants far beyond their size. It was quite the mix of stuff, but one thing seemed to be most common among them. Shrunken women being played with by giant men. At first she found it… strange, it wasn’t difficult to see why Matt might be embarrassed to share this with her.

But then, as she continued to look, began imagining being in those positions, what that might be like… her free hand slipped between her legs and hiked up her uniform’s skirt. The feline's fingers rubbed against her sex through her panties.

As she dug deeper, she found a folder that immediately caught her attention… because it had her name!

Opening it, inside were dozens of pictures and videos of her boyfriend Matt playing with a tiny, shrunken version of herself… some of them were taken before they had started dating. He must have recorded these using the holodeck. Some people might take umbrage with being replicated for someone's kinks on the holodeck. But M’ress was never much of a prude, It was normal for someone to have fantasies about their peers. The holodeck was just a way to privately explore one's own fantasies. That he had a crush on her prior to dating was hardly groundbreaking, even if his desires were… unorthodox.

Still, this all gave her an idea. But she would need help and she knew just who could pull off the impossible.

The turbolift doors opened into the engineering bay. The caitian strode across the metal floors on her soft feline paws. The communications officer's presence was immediately noticed by the brown-haired, red uniform clad chief engineer, who looked up at her from a panel he was monitoring.

“How can I help you, lassie?” Montgomery Scott asked.

M’ress smiled. “I need a big favor. Would it be possible to use the transporter to… change the size of something being transported?”

Scotty looked a bit taken aback by her question. “What, like making something bigger? The transporter can’t create matter, it only has what was put into it to work with. Well, except that one time… but that was a very unique circumstance!”

“What about making something smaller?” M’ress asked. “And returning it to normal size later?”

“Well, I suppose that could be possible. Reconstructing something at a smaller scale is technically possible, though nobody has ever done it before.” Mr. Scott said, losing himself in thought at the engineering possibilities, nobody knew transporters better than him. “The excess matter could be stored in the pattern buffer indefinitely to later return it to its original scale.”

The feline smiled at his explanation. “And a living thing? Could it be done?”

“I’m an engineer, not a doctor, lassie. But, it's possible. Why the hell would you want to shrink a living creature?” he asks through his thick accent.

“I want to use it on myself and… it's a personal matter. I need discretion on this Mr. Scott.” M’ress produced an elaborately designed glass bottle, a dark colored liquid sloshing around inside and set it down in front of Mr. Scott.

While Matt might be difficult to find a gift for, Scotty was easy. He was a man of simple tastes and if there was one person on the ship it served well to keep a stash of bribes ready for, it was the Chief Engineer who could perform the impossible.

Scotty picks up the unmarked bottle of alien liquor, inspecting it with an appreciative eye. “What is it?” he asks.

“It's purple.” M’ress states. An expert in rare exotic alcohol she was not.

Scotty nods, stashing it down beneath his workstation.

“I’ll see what I can do for you, lass.”

“That’s all I ask.” the caitian said, turning to return to the turbolift.

Days passed and Scotty eventually got back to her, he had created a program that would accomplish what she wanted. He even set it up so she could trigger it remotely from her personal terminal. She put in for personal leave starting on Matt's birthday and everything was coming together.

It was finally the day. She had organized a small party with the crew. Cake, ice cream, the standard human birthday traditions. M’ress and Matt both worked the relief shifts, with Matt working in maintenance and M’ress taking over communications after Uhura’s shift respectively. For the convenience of the guests, the party was hosted in what would be evening in the ship's simulated twenty-four hour cycle. But for the pair of them it was early in their days, a couple hours before Matt’s shift started.

The party was a standard, enjoyable affair. Kirk passed through to have a drink and give some token well wishes.

As the captain concluded his toast, M’ress leaned over to Matt.

“I’ve got to go get your real present ready. Enjoy your party dear.” The caitian leaned in, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's bearded face.

“Real present?” Matt asked with a sly grin. “Oh, I cannot wait to see what you have planned.”

M’ress giggled. “I promise, you will be very surprised. I’ll meet you in your quarters after the party.”

This promise left Matt looking quite excited. M’ress returned to her own quarters with a grin on her muzzle.

Her hands were trembling as she pulled herself out of her Starfleet uniform. Nerves and excitement ran through her whole body. What she was about to do was an exciting prospect.

Soon she had stripped down entirely, her lush golden fur on full display, lion-like tail swishing behind her. She then leaned over her personal terminal and followed the instructions Scotty had given her.

The transporter was locked onto her, her size was set and a location was chosen. With a single stroke of her finger, the ship's transporter system energized and in a flash of blue particles, she dematerialized from her room.

Then, less than a second later, she rematerialized in Matt’s quarters. Only this time everything was different. She stood atop the small table in the middle of his room, a scant few inches tall. The walls of the room towered over her, stretching towards a ceiling that seemed impossibly high. The normally cramped space now felt as open as being outdoors. Almost a quarter of the enterprise would be able to fit into this space at her scale!

In the center of the table was a set of upside-down shot glasses surrounding a bottle of whiskey. The caitian sat down atop one of the glasses like a stool.

A few minutes passed, then the door to Matt’s room slid open with a hydraulic hiss. The ensign stepped in, not noticing the tiny feline on his table at first.

M’ress was a little taken aback when she first saw him. He was utterly titanic compared to her. But she managed to compose herself, crossing her legs and leaning back in a sultry pose. It wasn’t until Matt got closer to the table that he noticed the movement in the corner of his eyes, his gaze drifting downwards to the table.

His eyes went wide, a look of shock and confusion plastered on his dumbfounded face. “M’ress?” he asked in a tone of complete disbelief.

“Hey there big boy.” the caitian teased. “I hope it's exactly what you wanted.”

“I… I… uh…” Matt stammered. “Well… yes. But how did you know?” the human brought his hand down, holding his palm out flat for the tiny feline.

M’ress smiled, stepping onto his hand with her soft paws. He tail flicked behind her, doing its best to maintain her balance as his hand raised her towards his face.

“I may have poked around on your terminal looking for ideas…” she admitted.

“My terminal?” Matt asked, once again looking surprised before his face immediately flushed with embarrassment at the implication. “H-how did you get into my personal files?”

“I’m a communications officer on the bridge, you think I haven’t heard every passcode for this ship by now? Our captain is many things, discreet is not one of them.” M’ress pointed out. “You don’t need to be embarrassed… I liked what I saw.”

“Y-you did?” Matt asked, incredulous at first. “Heh, I suppose you wouldn’t have done this to yourself if you didn’t… but… how did you do this?”

“I had a little help, but I just used the transporter. It can be reversed, with your help.” She assured him. “But I have personal leave for the next week, so until then… I’m at your mercy.”

As the initial shock wore off, a small smile formed on Matt’s lips. His free hand lifted up and began to stroke her fur with a single finger. “You know… you shouldn’t violate people's privacy. Even your boyfriends.” he teasingly chastises.

“You’re right. How ever will I make it up to you?” M’ress teased back.

Matt’s finger ran over her breasts, before shoving her down with a single poke.

“I can think of a few ways.” Matt said, shifting his grip on her, the thumb and forefinger of the hand she was seated on spreading her legs apart as he brought her even closer to his mouth, warm breath washing over, the sweet smell of birthday cake still hanging on his breath.

His tongue darted out, slipping between her legs, the tip rubbing against her sex.

M’ress moaned and squirmed as the massive muscle pressed against her sensitive folds, the fur on her inner thighs getting subsequently covered in saliva from this oral assault. Meanwhile his other three fingers wrapped over her, the tip of one finger teasing and prodding her soft breasts, the other two stroking her belly gently.

It was an intense sensation, being so thoroughly encompassed by something so much larger than her and it was only his hand! She was tiny, helpless, placing all of her trust in the giant before her. Caitian’s were natural predators, to be this helpless before another living creature, it made her heart race in a way it rarely ever did.

She couldn’t deny that she liked it, too.

Even though rubbing the tip of his tongue against her pussy was as brute force of an attempt at pleasure as it could be, given the massive disparity in size, it was still effective. The warm, wet muscle pressed against her, M’ress ground her hips back into him. It was just plain hot, how could it not be turning her on?

After a couple minutes of this, the pair sharing moans back and forth, M’ress cried out.

“I’m cumming!” she declared.

Moments later her whole body went tense, every muscle quivering as she cried out in a distinctly feline growl.

As her orgasm subsided, Matt pulled her away, holding his hand out flat as she laid atop his palm, panting. While she recovered he walked over to his bunk, lowering his hand down to about a foot off the bed before dropping her down onto the sheets.

Involuntary panic took over for a moment. Despite how short of a fall it was, comparatively to her it was like being tossed from the top of a building. Of course, it was not the same as far as the laws of physics were concerned, but her brain was wired for being six feet tall.

She landed on her back harmlessly, giggling to herself about how absurd everything seemed. Then she looked up at Matt, who was pulling off his uniform.

She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his well toned chest. More than once she had fallen asleep nuzzling against his body, though now she could easily sleep atop him with her whole body instead!

Then came his pants. His briefs pulled down with them in the same effort. Her heart began to pound in her chest. His cock was hard, springing free of its confines. The first time she slept with him and saw his endowment, she had worried his cock would be too big for her, now his cock was bigger than her!

As he stepped towards the bed, it was as though his shaft was casting its shadow over her. He scooped her back up off the mattress as he moved to lay down. In one fluid motion depositing her on top of the patch of well groomed pubic hair just above his shaft.

The ensign put his hands behind his head, staring down the length of his body at her. He didn’t say anything, his lustful gaze telling her exactly what he wanted.

M’ress shot back with a sultry stare of her own. She took a step back towards his towering shaft, leaning up against it, feeling the hot pulsing rob throb against her back. Like a dancer, she twisted to face it, wrapping her arms around it, rubbing her whole body against his dick. She worked his shaft with feline grace, like a pole dancer.

Soft, rumbling groans escaped from Matt. M’ress could feel the subtle vibrations it sent through his body against her paws. His cock throbbed and pulsed, occasionally a trickle of pre-cum would run down his shaft, wetting her fur.

She could feel him getting closer, she knew him well enough that it didn’t matter if she had him in her hand, had taken him into her mouth or he was thrusting into her body. She knew how to tell even if she was now having to use her whole body to feel the way his body reacted to her touch.

She pressed her body against his cock, she began to kiss and lick it. Rubbing and grinding her whole body against him.

Matt threw his head back, moaning out.

Suddenly, without warning, he rolled over, dumping M’ress onto the bed, flat on her back while he was on his knees. His hand wrapped around his rod as he furiously masturbated with a desperate pace, his massive cock pointed right at the tiny feline!

With a loud, pleasured groan, he came.

His cum erupted forth, hot, sticky and all-consuming. It hit her with more force than she expected, nearly knocking the wind out of her as it splattered against her tiny form. She was immediately drenched in his thick seed, submerged fully within it. She opened her mouth and found it literally filled with his spunk.

After he finished, Matt stared down at her with a satisfied smirk. He watched as she sat up, coughing and catching her breath,

“So, how do you like being fun sized?” The human asked, picking his tiny girlfriend back up in his hand.

The tiny lieutenant smiled back at him, her body covered head to toe in cum.

“It’s exhilarating. I can see why someone would like this so much.”

Matt smiled. “Let's get you cleaned off.” He said, walking her towards a tiny booth that contained his sonic shower.

Later, M’ress was curled up, laying on Matt’s chest while his hand was gently draped over her, two fingers gently brushing her fur.

A soft chime rang out from his communicator, an automated alarm reminding him his duty shift is about to begin.

“Mmm, time’s up little one.” he said.

“Take me with you.” M’ress said, trailing her fingers along his flesh.

“What? In my pocket?” Matt asked, a sly grin on his face.

“No.” The feline plainly answered, to Matt’s amusement.

“Heh, you sure? You might be in there for quite a while.”

M’ress nodded.

Matt chuckled as he got up, setting her down on the table. “You really are a naughty girl.”

He got dressed, putting his uniform back on. Before fastening his belt he picked up the tiny feline between his thumb and forefinger.

“Last chance to back out before you’re trapped in there for my entire shift.” He told her.

“And spend your entire shift sitting alone on your table? No way.” M’ress said, giggling.

With that, he dropped her down the front of his pants. The feline landed on the front of his briefs, his flaccid cock right in front of her.

As soon as he let go of his waistband, the space became much tighter. She was pressed against the flesh of his cock, jostled as he walked out of his room. Every step sent her lower and lower. Occasionally he would stop, but his job as a maintenance engineer meant moving through the entire ship, stopping only when something needed to be fixed. Then he would resume.

Eventually M’ress sank down to the bottom, trapped under his heavy balls, it was cozy in a very erotic way. She could hear him outside, only barely as he stopped to talk to the crew.

The space was hot, filled with the almost intoxicating scent of human pheromones that always drove her wild.

Spending hours in these hot confines, M’ress was eventually not content to be a mere passenger and she was far too turned on to settle in and let his walking rock her to sleep. She began to massage and tease him. Starting at his balls. Eventually she was able to shimmy her way back up.

She could hear a stifled moan here and there as she teased him and he tried to maintain professionalism and composure.

She began to massage the tip of his cock, rubbing it with her hands, kissing and licking it, wrapping her feet further down, rubbing and massaging him with her soft paws.

He was getting harder. His uniform pants had enough give to hide it a little, but that wouldn’t last if she managed to get him to full mast.

Which of course the mischievous feline was trying to do.

Of course as his cock got harder, it pressed against her more firmly, she was pinned between his cockhead and the front of his pants. Now with every step he was grinding into her, smearing pre-cum into her fur, only making him more aroused with every passing moment.

Suddenly, his pants opened and M’ress saw light for the first time in hours. Matt was seated in a restroom cubicle looking down at her with a look that was equal parts lustful and annoyed. His shirt was pulled up, bunched up under his chin.

“Look what you did.” he chastised, wrapping his hand around both his cock and her.

He didn’t wait, there was no teasing, he was taking care of urgent business. He began stroking himself off, holding her against his shaft, using her soft fur, plush breasts and eagerly groping paws as a masturbatory aide. Pre-cum helped her to glide smoothly across his length.

His motions quickly devolved into a rapid, frantic pace. M’ress was getting dizzy but it wasn’t long before he groaned out, cock throbbing as it unleashed several sticky ropes, splattering on his own chest and stomach.

His grip loosened and M’ress slumped to her knees, holding onto his softening shaft for support. She looked up at him, seeing him stare down at her, chest heaving as he breathed heavily.

“I cleaned you off, now you’re going to clean me off.” He demanded, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

M’ress blushed, seeing the cum splattered against his body, the consequences of her actions. She slowly got to her feet and stepped forward towards his toned stomach. She leaned against his body as she began to lick the sperm from his abs in one long stroke of her tongue. The protein filled snack agreed with her feline palette, which was good, because at her size this was going to be a full meal for her.

She never knew being so small could be so much fun. This was definitely not going to be a one time thing after the week was over. Maybe next time, she could go even smaller?