Part 4 of a gradual shrinking series You’ve once again succumbed to the addiction to your shrinking pills and find yourselve a mere 2inches tall, standing in the living room and looking up in awe at your giantess wife as she relaxes on the sofa with a snack. She spots you down there and teases you for being too scared to ask to be picked up to join her. She’s given up telling you to stop shrinking and plays around with your little limbs, tickling you and giggling at how cute you are. Deciding to get some housework done, she pops you in her cleavage so you don’t get swept away with the dirt on the floor, but decides you’re better balanced on her shoulder. You ride around on your giantess wife’s shoulder as she mops the floor, thrilled by the height and the risk of falling to your end. Your wife spots something being accidentally swept under the sofa. It’s her wedding ring! How did that get there? Before you have time to question why your wife wasn’t wearing it, she sends you on a rescue