[pseudoclever]

Thanks for the praise about chapter one guys. Let me repeat the warning from the initial post:
Despite this being in the gts forum, and being primarily gts-focused, this chapter contains SW material. Just as long as we're clear, here's Chapter 2.


I braced for another fantastic pyrotechnics show, but this time nothing happened. Instead, I stood there awkwardly, still aiming the remote at my roommate. She looked at me incredulously. “Wow, are you really that stupid? It doesn't work like that – and even if it did, you could've killed me. You see, this is why I go to graduate school, and you go to beauty school.” As she spoke, I became aware of a building heat in my palm. “Seriously, if I had a nickel for...hey, what are you grinning about?” My hand was on fire now, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Knowing what it meant, I loved every second of it.

Soon the tingling began, and I let myself become enraptured by it as it spread through my body. Melany looked completely terrified, and I could tell she was feeling the same thing. With astonishing clarity of thought, I removed my shoes as I felt my muscles start to twitch and flex. And then, slowly, I started to grow. My legs lengthened, my hands stretched outward, my head gradually rose towards the ceiling.

From across the room I could see Melany beginning to change as well. Her latex lab coat was no longer skin-tight. In a way that was almost impossibly to quantify, she seemed less imposing, less intimidating. Soon it was clear – she was getting smaller. Her eyes were frantic, like a caged animal. Her arms receded back into her sleeves, her pants became loose and baggy. Seeing her dwindling away like this was thrilling, and I found that I could barely contain my glee.

Meanwhile, I could still feel my body getting bigger. My clothes tightened, and I started to hear the sound of tearing fabric. My bra had already been strained to its limit, and now I felt the clasp break open. As I continued to expand, my outfit ripped to shreds around me. With each passing second more and more of my skin became visible through my tattered clothing. Ordinarily being exposed this way would have embarrassed me terribly. But now it filled me with a sense of incredible strength and sexuality. I wanted Melany to see how big I was, how gorgeous. And as for James.... I turned to see him staring at me, his eyes as big as saucers, a giddy expression on his face. It was painfully obvious how much this was turning him on. “Like what you see baby?”

“I...guh...uh-huh,” he explained. My shirt finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated off my frame, leaving my upper body completely naked. My breasts had always been nice, but now they were huge, magnificent. They were round and firm, the size of cantaloupes. And I was still growing!

It was clear that Melany was having much less fun than I was. She was getting lost in her outfit, looking like a little girl playing dress-up in mommy's clothes. Her top now looked more like a toga – one of her shoulders had slipped through the neck hole. She looked so tiny, so insignificant. Her eyes were full of unshed tears, and for a fleeting moment I actually felt sorry for the poor girl.

Gradually the process began to slow. I surveyed the room around me from a perspective I never thought I'd have in my wildest dreams. Everything was so little. What a tiny couch, what low ceilings! Melany was hunched over in the corner. The way she was cowering in fear made her appear even smaller than she actually was. James looked like a dwarf to me – the cutest, most appealing dwarf I've ever seen, I might add. They say power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. And standing there, the biggest thing in the room, I felt more powerful than I ever have in my life.

“Melany, my dear sweet flower. I think I'd like to see which one of us is taller. Come stand back-to-back with me.” She looked up – and up – at me, hesitating. “Now.” She took a step forward to obey my command, but tripped over the folds of her comically-large pants, landing flat on her stomach. James and I burst into derisive laughter as she struggled to her feet. Her cheeks glowed hot pink as she lifted her outfit and carefully made her way across the room.

We stood together as before. This time I had no doubt who would be the winner of our little contest. I could feel the top of her head pressing lightly into the small of my back. “James, would you do the honors?” He paraded over, suppressing a grin.

James walked around us, observing us from every angle. His hand stroked his chin as he pretended to consider the question before him. “Well, given that the top of Melany's head only comes up to your belly-button...I think you might be the winner, Sandra.” He winked at me, sharing my moment of triumph as Melany let out a short sob behind me.

“Oh really? Good to know. But I'm curious for more exact numbers. Melany, you're good at math. How tall did you used to be?” I queried.

“F-five ten,” she answered, her voice thick with sorrow.

“Okay then, here's a problem for you. If you used to be five ten, and I used to be five two, figure out our heights if you're only THIS tall,” I said, resting my hand just above my pelvis and striking a pose for her.

“I...I don't know. There are t-too many variables to solve that,” she replied, still fighting back tears.

“Aww, and I thought you were smart. Tell you what then. Go into the kitchen and get the tape measure out of the junk drawer. You can find our heights that way!” It was so much fun to tease her like this. Melany had spent the whole time that I'd known her rubbing her superior stature in my face. Now I was finally able to give it back.

She scampered off into the next room, and James and I had privacy at last. I sauntered over to him, leaned down, and planted my lips on his. He kissed me back greedily. Our tongues wrestled as we savored our moment together. All too soon I heard the drawer slam shut in the next room and knew Melany was returning. Through sheer force of will managed to break our kiss. “Enjoying my little show hun?” I whispered into his ear.

“It's no more than she deserves,” he murmured back. “Just don't over-do it.”

Melany returned, holding the tape measure. It appeared vastly oversized in her tiny hands. Her eyes betrayed the fact that she was dreading the task before her. “Okay cutie-pie, tell me how tall you are,” I said in a haughty tone.

She complied, placing one end on the floor and standing on the hook that extended from it. Raising the other end, she pinched the tape with her thumb and forefinger at the point where it met the top of her head, then turned it sideways so she could read it. Her face fell as soon as she laid eyes upon the numbers before her.

“Well? How tall is my little princess?” I asked.

“I'm...I'm...three foot eleven.” Her face scrunched up as she fought with her emotions. I perceived that she considered letting me see her cry to be the ultimate defeat, something to be avoided at all costs.

“Wow, you're even shorter than I thought you were! Okay, now it's my turn. Come over here and measure me.”

Melany looked taken aback. “But I can do the math, now that I know my height!”

“That's no fun! Bring that chair over here, climb your little tushy up on it, and tell me how tall I am.” Her eyes filled with anger, and she looked like she was about to refuse. “I'd do it if I were you. My trigger finger is getting itchy, and I might decide that I'm still a bit too short.” I pointed the remote at her to emphasize my point.

She sighed, and walked over to one of our dining room chairs. Her head was just level with its back, and this further emphasized how short she had become. She tried to carry it over, but found it was far too heavy for her to lift. Instead she was forced to drag it, straining to make it move across the thickly carpeted living room. She reached me at last, huffing and puffing, and pulled herself up onto the chair.

She balanced carefully, trying to lift one end of the tape measure over my head. It was a bit of a stretch – even standing on the chair her eyes were just level with my breasts. She leaned against me, then suddenly lost her footing and tumbled forward. I managed to catch her just before she hit the ground, the tape measure clattered across the floor. “Aw, that was a close one shorty,” I said, using the most condescending tone in my arsenal. “Now go pick it up and try again.”

“I saw it, you're about seven feet tall. Now can we please stop....”

“ABOUT seven feet?” I interrupted. “Oh no. No no no. I want to know EXACTLY how much bigger than you I am.”

Melany's face twisted with rage, and I knew that I had finally pushed her too far. “Lay off me you big bitch!” she screamed, he voice high and squeaky.

My eyes widened in counterfeit astonishment. “Really? That's what I am to you, a big bitch? I can't believe you said that!” In truth, this had been exactly the reaction I'd been hoping to get out of her. “I think it's time to show you who's in charge here.”

I grabbed Melany by the waist and lifted her off the ground. She kicked her feet angrily and yelled at me to stop, but that wasn't likely – everything I'd been doing had been leading to this moment. This was going to be sweet. I sat down in the chair and flipping her over in my arms, laying her face down in my lap. She knew what was coming, and didn't like it one bit – her body writhed, she screamed louder.

I tugged down her ill-fitting pants, revealing the cute little ass that I'd often fantasized about touching. And then, with a sharp swat, I began to spank her. “No! Sandra, please...I'm sorry, stop!” she cried as I continued to rain down blows upon her. From the corner of my eye I could see James, watching with a haze of lust on his face. Half the reason I was doing this was for him. He loved to warm my buns when we fooled around, and I knew seeing me dominate Melany this way would really get his motor running. Again and again I smacked her bottom, watching as it reddened from from magenta, to scarlet, and finally to a deep crimson. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.

I was enjoying myself immensely, but I was also starting to feel guilty. Melany had treated me awfully for a long time. All the same, seeing her give up her last shred of dignity like this made it impossible not to have sympathy for her. Before long I decided to show my diminutive roommate some mercy, and let her slip off my lap. She backed away from me, her face filled with a complex mix of emotions. “That's enough for now buttercup. Maybe you'll think about that the next time you try to flirt with my man.” I turned to regard James, who was still looking at me in awe. “Speaking of my man....”