Adora sat at a cluttered workstation in Reed Richards’ lab, surrounded by a tangle of notes and formulae. Her latest attempt to fix the *Perfume of Seasons* had stalled again. No matter how much she recalculated, the dimensional frequencies didn’t align with the magic of her device. She needed someone far smarter than herself when it came to science, and thankfully, Reed had agreed to help.



The lab doors slid open, and Adora glanced up to see him walk in, his usual composed, thoughtful expression in place. She smiled, relieved. "Reed, perfect timing! I need your brain on this," she said, waving her notebook. "These calculations aren’t adding up, and I’ve been at it all day."



Reed approached, his sharp eyes scanning the scattered notes. "Hmm," he mused, his fingers already reaching for a nearby console. "You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be. Allow me."



Adora sighed, setting her pen down. "Thank you. I’ve been going in circles."



Reed smiled faintly, flipping through her notes with an ease that made her feel both impressed and frustrated. "I have an idea," he said, placing her notebook aside. "But I’ll need to test a hypothesis. Are you willing to assist?"



"Of course," Adora said, eager for progress. "What do you need me to do?"



"Just stand here," he said, gesturing toward a platform near one of his machines.



Adora stepped onto the platform without hesitation, trusting him entirely. Reed adjusted a few dials and tapped a sequence of buttons. "This might feel… strange," he said, almost as an afterthought.



"Strange? What do you—" Adora’s words were cut off as a beam of light enveloped her. She gasped, her surroundings expanding impossibly fast as her body grew lighter and smaller. The floor seemed to rush up to meet her, and when the light faded, she found herself staring up at a colossal figure.



"Reed?!" she squeaked, barely an inch tall.



Reed crouched down, his long limbs folding as he sat cross-legged in front of her, just as calm and focused as ever. His towering form loomed over her like a mountain, and his face was an unreadable mask of curiosity. "Interesting," he murmured, jotting something in his notebook.



Adora gawked at him. "You shrank me?! Why didn’t you warn me?!"



Reed glanced up from his notes, his tone entirely detached. "You said you’d assist. I didn’t think a warning was necessary."



She opened her mouth to argue but stopped short when she noticed something else. Reed was barefoot, his boots discarded nearby. His massive feet were right in front of her, glistening slightly from the heat of being enclosed all day. The musky scent of sweat hung in the air, sharp and unmistakable.



Her face flushed as her gaze drifted to his feet. Reed caught her staring almost immediately. "Ah," he said, tilting his head. "Rocket and Quill mentioned this. A particular… preference of yours, wasn’t it?"



Adora’s blush deepened. "I… I don’t know what you’re talking about."



Reed smirked faintly, leaning back against the console. "There’s no need to deny it. This presents an excellent opportunity for observation." Without another word, he shifted his foot closer to her tiny form, his massive toes curling slightly as he watched her reaction.



Adora tried to back away, but her body betrayed her, drawn to the warm, sweaty scent radiating from his skin. "Reed, this isn’t funny," she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.



"Funny? No," he said, scribbling something in his notes. "Fascinating? Absolutely."



Before she could protest further, Reed gently nudged her with his foot, the massive sole pressing her tiny body to the floor. The warmth of his skin and the slickness of sweat sent a shiver through her.



"Remarkable," Reed said absentmindedly, his eyes flicking between her and his notes. "You seem quite… pliable."



Adora whimpered, her tiny hands pressing against his sole as he rolled her between his toes. The musky scent overwhelmed her senses, and she found herself leaning into the warmth despite herself. Her tiny tongue darted out, licking the salty grime clinging to his skin.



Reed’s smirk widened as he watched her. "You’re remarkably cooperative," he remarked, his tone still detached. He shifted his foot again, pressing her firmly between his toes. "This should provide useful data."



Adora moaned softly, her inhibitions melting away as she nuzzled against his skin. She licked and kissed at the sweat and dirt, savoring the salty tang despite herself. Reed continued to observe her, occasionally jotting down notes without even glancing up.



At one point, he pulled her free and set her on the floor, only to adjust his machine and shrink her even smaller. "Let’s see how you react at this scale," he said, his voice calm as ever.



Adora barely reached a centimeter in height now, and his feet seemed even more massive and imposing. Reed pressed her against his sole again, rolling her along the damp, slightly rough surface. The scent was even stronger now, and she clung to his skin, licking and sniffing without hesitation.



Reed hummed thoughtfully, his pen scratching against the page. "The psychological effects of size manipulation are fascinating," he murmured. "You’ve completely adapted to the scenario."



Adora barely heard him, too focused on the overwhelming sensations. She nuzzled between his toes, inhaling deeply and savoring the heat and musk. Reed flexed his toes, trapping her briefly before releasing her and shifting her position again.



He continued his experiments for hours, shrinking and repositioning her repeatedly, all while taking meticulous notes. Adora’s mind swirled with a mix of humiliation, excitement, and submission as she gave herself over entirely to the experience.



By the time Reed finally set his pen down, she was exhausted but strangely content. "I believe I’ve gathered enough data for now," he said, lifting her tiny form and placing her gently on the workstation.



Adora looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "You’re… unbelievable," she muttered, though there was no anger in her voice.



Reed smirked, standing to his full height. "And you’re surprisingly predictable," he said, turning toward his console. "Let me know when you’re ready for the next phase."



As he walked away, Adora slumped against the desk, trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t help but wonder when he’d call her back—and whether she’d be able to resist saying yes.





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