Nov 1,2
11/1/00

Dear Diary,

Over a week has passed since I ended Ed. I'm happy to report there have been no negative repercussions. As far as I know there isn't anyone who can link he and I together. I was extremely calm and peaceful for the next few days after I... damn, it's hard to even admit what I did... after I consumed him. Ok-I drank him, I chopped him into bits and gleefully swallowed every last drop of his beautiful, creative and diminutive self. Wow-writing that makes me a little lightheaded, and-since I'm being so honest-more than a little excited, dare I even say 'aroused?'
Regardless, the last couple of days I've become increasingly restless. The cumulative power trips I experienced with Ed, and especially the denouement, have left me craving more. More power. More control. And much more worship. I'm already dreadfully missing the worship. Why is it that you can give yourself an orgasm, but not a hug? It's a rhetorical question that doesn't need an answer because I've targeted a new... ummmm... prospect.. at my gym. His name is Keith, he's about my age (I'm guessing). He's tall, at least 6'3". He has dark hair, chocolate eyes that would melt in my mouth but not my hands, he doesn't wear a wedding ring, he has broad shoulders, an engaging and intelligent smile and he prefers the treadmill against the farthest wall. According to locker room gossip, he's a police officer and one of the most eligible bachelors within a horny-woman mile. Perhaps my restlessness is from my eagerness to start my POA (plan of action). Plan for tomorrow: Begin plan!


11/2/00

Dear Diary,

I picked the treadmill next to Keith today. I've never been very good at playing coquettish, flirty games-I prefer the direct approach. So, mid-workout, when the smoothness of my working muscles and my pumping heart made me feel invincible, I hit the stop button and turned to face him. He glanced over at me, sort of nodded hello. I stood there, waiting. He looked at me again and misstepped a little when he realized I was still boldly staring at him.
"Hello" I said and smiled.
He hit his stop button and cruised to a standstill. He looked confused as he gazed at me. I looked deeply into his eyes, my will bored into him and placed the seeds of my spell into his soul.
"What can I do for you?"
He has a silky, caressing, confident voice. It cascaded over me, taking on a magically living quality in my trancelike state. Without smiling any bigger, just 'deeper' and more impishly, I said, using my sexiest sexy voice...
"There is something you can do for me. You can pick me up at eight tomorrow night."
My eyes never wavered from his, silently commanding him to do my bidding. I saw surprise skip through him, followed by what I wanted to see-intrigue and interest. He didn't realize it, but he just became mine. Sprouts from the seed of my spell germinated. I introduced myself and without telling him anything else about me, I reminded him that he was a cop-he could find me, I would see him at eight. I walked away before he said yes or no, but I know he'll find my address, I know he'll show up.
My restlessness abated! Tendrils of excitement began uncurling and spreading through me. I can't wait for tomorrow... I wonder how fast my spell will work, how fast he'll dwindle down? I wonder if he'll notice subtle changes as he begins to shrink or if I'll even be able to tell a difference by tomorrow? I like aspects of both fast and slow shrinking. With fast, Ed never had a chance to adjust to the changes or perceptions of power and size shift, it was always BAM! full-size to diminutive. I like the surprise element of that. Now, doing this more slowly, Keith is going to experience every nuance, ever tiny detail as he gradually becomes more and more helpless and dependent-and he'll observe my power and my control exponentially increase. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation!! I can't wait!!