Special Project Shrink: A Shrinking Woman Story

By Tina Tiny

Colonel Kara Jones is under a lot of pressure. If she can't produce tangible results from her Special Research Division, the funds will be moved over to her rival's weapon projects. When an accident occurs, Colonel Jones suddenly becomes a living piece of evidence of her project's success. Forced to rapidly adapt to her new situation, she also finds herself having to defend against her rival's ambitions, as well as navigate the emerging feelings between her and her assistant turned caretaker. Can this shrunken commander successfully maintain her authority? (Tags: Shrunken Woman)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina Tiny
• Release date: Jul 21, 2021

Tina Tiny

Tina Tiny has been interested in size changing for as long as she can remember, though it wasn't until later in life that it became an erotic interest. She enjoys exploring changes in size and authority. She hopes you will explore the fetish with her and enjoy her stories. You can find additional content (much of it free) on her Deviantart page.

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Special Project Shrink

Chapter One - Get It Done

Thank you ladies and gentlemen.

Colonel Kara Jones exited the meeting room, leaving the Congressional delegation behind her. Closing the door, she took a deep breath before straightening herself and beginning her trek back to her office. Various staff saluted her as she made her way through the facility, but Col. Jones was deep in thought. The delegation had been harder on her than ever before. She supposed she couldn’t blame them...her Special Research Division had failed to report any tangible results for two years now. They were technically a part of the air force due to the nature of some of their projects, but the new administration was questioning its defense spending, and it looked like her division was on the chopping block.

Another fifteen minutes and a few dozen salutes later and she finally arrived at her office. The guard opened the door to her office waiting room and she entered, practically running into another woman who was on her way out.

Oh, Colonel, exactly who I was coming to see.

The other woman backed into the area with a salute, allowing Col. Jones to enter. She returned to salute.

Lieutenant Colonel Vasquez...to what do I owe this pleasure?

The women lowered their arms and the husky brunette smiled.

I heard that the meeting with the Congressional delegation may not have gone quite as well as we anticipated.

Col. Jones was no longer amazed at the speed at which certain information spread throughout the base...or at least, to certain interested ears.

That’s classified, she answered.

Of course. I’m just concerned for the Division is all. As you know, my team has a few projects that could be used to satisfy any of these congresspeople’s curiosities.

Weapon projects, you mean.

Lt. Col. Vasquez shrugged. The science is already there, and you know the administration is always interested in strapping another multi-million dollar crater-maker to its jets. It would at least give them something to bite on at the next budgetary hearing. Might even, I don’t know, protect against a change in administration?

Col. Jones wanted to chastise the other woman, but as the ranking officer, it was her duty to keep her composition. She knew well enough that Vasquez was after her position...after all, the fact that they had posted a full colonel to the role was a little bit absurd. Still, it was hers, and she intended to keep it.

You know that I pride myself in open communication between the senior officers. But, Col. Jones narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, her face stoic, Sometimes I think you forget yourself.

Lt. Col. Vasquez responded with a salute and a nod. Colonel, she said before walking out. Col. Jones exhaled and turned, taking a few steps to the desk where a tall, fit, blonde man sat. He saluted her and she returned the gesture.

Lieutenant, she said with a nod, then a smile. How are things today, Paul?

It’s fine? Um...how did the meeting go?

Col. Jones shook her head, her demeanor softening. She knew she didn’t have to be so straight and official around him, a fact that was often a source of comfort on stressful days.

I’m sure my short conversation with the Lieutenant Colonel provided more than enough information to answer that question.

Uhh...yea...sure...I mean...what conversation? he said, putting on an innocent face. Col. Jones laughed.

You’re too good.

He smiled. I know you’re the best person for the job, by the way. I wouldn’t want to work for Vasquez.

She smiled back. I appreciate that. And it’s Lieutenant Colonel Vasquez to you. Don’t forget it.