[pseudoclever]

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A long, almost unbearable silence followed, while Becca looked up at her giant friend expectantly. ?Well?? she said at last.

The amazon shrugged. She lifted her hands up to her face, examining them critically: first the fronts, then the backs. ?I don't know. I feel funny, in sort of a good way. The kind of buzz you get after smoking a couple cigarettes back to back. Do you know how I'm supposed to...ahh...activate it, though??

?No, but I can find out.? Becca held up her hand, and motioned toward the front of the apartment. ?Accio instructions!?

Sandra snorted. ?Accio copyright lawyer, more like.?

Becca ignored her, snatched the flying square of paper as it flew toward her. She narrowed her eyes, reading aloud in an affected, pompous accent. ?'Once SizeSwap is ingested, sustained physical contact with receptacle is necessary to facilitate transfer. Transmission rate is increased proportionately to surface area of bodily contact, as well by positive context of touch. Warning! It is vitally important that....'?

?So all we have to do is touch!? Sandra cried. Before Becca could react, the enormous girl bounded across the room, and grasped her hand firmly.

The change in the atmosphere was palpable and immediate. The moment the girls came into contact, both felt it ? a faint current of energy, flowing palm to palm between them. There came with it a strangely soothing warmth, moving from their point of contact, slowly spreading. And as the unseen force enveloped them, an odd sense of well-being seemed to be taking hold. It was as if everything under heaven was suddenly in its proper place, and no matter how big your problems, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't quite bring yourself to worry.

The girls looked at each other in amazement, sharing this feeling, the undeniable sense of rightness. For a long time it seemed almost sacrilegious to speak, but at long last Becca broke the silence.

?Sandra?? she whispered.

?Yes?? Sandra answered, her voice hushed, thick with emotion.

?You...you're....?

The amazon girl's eyes shone, wide and wet, as she stared down at her friend. ?I'm??

?You're...um...holding me too tight.?

?Ah, s-sorry!? Sandra quickly released the smaller girl, blushing. Becca flexed her hand once, twice. And then, smilingly shyly, she once again offered it. Sandra took her hand eagerly, making sure to be more careful this time.

The two stood, fingers locked, studying each other for signs of change. For an eternity, nothing seemed to happen. Becca had almost given up hope, when she DID notice something: the waistband of her jeans was just a bit tighter than it should've been. And...did her shoes feel as if they might, MIGHT mind you, be very slightly too small for her feet all of a sudden?

?It's working!? Becca hissed, unable to keep the glee from her voice.

Sandra nodded. ?I think it is.? She reached down to adjust her wrinkling shirt, pulling it over her midriff, easily making it taut again. ?It...takes awhile though, doesn't it??

?I was thinking that exact thing. We're apt to be standing here all day, holding hands like a couple of dopes.?

?And the potion only lasts for an hour,? Sandra groaned, tugging her shorts back into place before they could slide further down her hips. ?At this rate I'll barely lose an inch before time runs out! Well, if more contact surface makes it go faster, I guess we could try touching arms, or standing back-to-back, or....?

?I was thinking that we could possibly try it the other way,? Becca purred, grinning impishly at her still-gigantic friend.

?Other way? What do you mean??

Becca laughed. ?Silly girl. Close your eyes..and let's try...positive context.? With that, she stood on her tip toes, and began to lightly press the tips of her fingers into the hard, tender band of nerves along Sandra's neck.

The taller girl shuddered, let out a soft sigh of ecstasy. ?Wow Becca, you're pretty good at that. It feels GREAT!? Before the words were even out of her mouth she felt it ? a weird sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, like pressing the 'down' button on a very slow elevator. Suddenly every scrap of clothing Sandra wore seemed a half-size too large for her. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, and she watched with rapt attention as the whole world steadily grew around her. And of everything in that world, Becca was growing fastest of all. She was noticeably inching bigger, the hem of her shirt rising higher with each passing second.

Yet even if things were happening faster than before, the pace was still painfully, glacially slow.

Too soon her friend pulled away, breaking contact. ?Gods, that was incredible!? Becca squealed.

?You're telling me,? Sandra breathed. Her friend was unquestionably taller, perhaps by as much as half an inch, and she also seemed to have filled out somewhat ? curves a bit deeper, hips wider. And her breasts...were they...yes, definitely a bit bigger too! Sandra glanced down quickly, making sure Becca's gains didn't come at the expense of her OWN bustline. They hadn't ? her breasts were as large and striking as ever, even if the garment that covered them didn't fit quite as well. It seemed as if Becca was simply becoming curvier and more beautiful as a side-effect of the transfer. And despite Sandra's previous statement, about Becca looking great as a short, athletic waif, she was forced to admit that her friend looked MUCH more attractive this way. She was well....

Sexy?

Where had THAT come from? Sandra pulled away from the thought immediately ? that wasn't something she should be thinking about her best friend.

Becca, meanwhile, was practically jumping up and down with excitement, staring at Sandra with blazing eyes. ?I've never seen anything so incredible! I felt it, I grew! And YOU! I could actually SEE you getting smaller! Oh, you're going to be so CUTE once I make you tiny!?

?Hey!? Sandra objected, but suddenly lost her train of thought as Becca once again made contact. The shorter girl ran her fingers down her cheeks, along the hard ridge of her jaw, painted the sensitive flesh around the edges of her ears. Sandra felt gooseflesh break out down her arms ? it all felt so GOOD! The massage certainly...and the sensation of dwindling was perhaps even better. Like lovely pins and needles dancing down her spine. And above the tingling, there was the continued, seemingly amplified sensation of sinking inward, of steadily becoming smaller.

Becca, with her awareness of magic, found that she could actually sense the energy her friend was feeding her as she shrank. It flowed into her, slowly filled her, blew her up like a balloon with its power. With each passing second she was growing bigger, and if it wasn't the best feeling in the world, she didn't know what could beat it. Unless, that was, it was the feeling of growing...FASTER. Because now she noticed that the pleasure she was receiving was getting stronger the more she caressed her shrinking friend. And, right along with it, the transfer of size seemed to be accelerating.

Becca's jeans were becoming painfully tight now as her expanding body filled them to capacity. Tiny bulges began to appear along the taut material ? especially at the thighs ? and to her these almost looked like the firmness of new muscle. Her belly was beginning to spill over the belt clasp at her waist, revealing faint glimpses of soft, creamy flesh. Now her dress shirt was getting too small to hold her growing body. The top button, the tight one just beneath her neck, popped free. A moment later the second snapped, joined it on the floor. At that moment her growth suddenly burst forward, causing her to surge up nearly a full inch in less than a second. The overstressed hinge of her bra snapped, releasing a small avalanche of cleavage ('Actual cleavage!' she thought gleefully,) that billowed into the v-line of her undersized shirt.

Pulling herself up from the revere of pleasure, the growing girl turned her attention to Sandra, and was immediately shocked to see how small her friend had become. Well, small was a relative term with Sandra. She was still nearly a foot taller than Becca, but that gap was certainly closing, wasn't it? Sandra looked adorable beyond belief, standing there in clothes far too large for her diminishing frame ? sleeves that had stopped well up her arms now hung down almost to her elbows, and her pants looked almost comically baggy. Sandra's eyes were shut, and she was moaning in near overpowering ecstasy. It was partly from the process of shrinking, Becca knew...but also because of what she herself was doing, massaging her with fingers both figuratively and literally magic.

The expression on Sandra's face...it was one Becca had never seen there before. It was...passionate. Not in a 'Save the Whales' kind of way, or even a 'Stanley Kubrick is the best director of our time' manner. The kind of passion only a few people had likely ever seen. In fact, Becca mused, the only people who had ever seen Sandra make this face had probably been a long succession of undeserving, jag-off boyfriends.

And right on the heels of that thought came another: of all the incredible, far-fetched things Becca had ever seen in her witch's life, this view of her best friend was, by far, the most enchanting.

A soft smile spread across Becca's lips. ?Sandra?? she whispered.

?Oh...umm...am I hurting you again?? she asked. Sandra opened her eyes, and immediately staggered backward, stuttering in amazement. ?Oh my GOD! You...you're so...oh God...and I'm so....!?

?Shh! Shush, love. Don't be afraid.? Becca reached up, patted her friend reassuringly on the cheek. Even this casual contact was enough to cause Sandra to shrink noticeably. ?Everything's going to plan, isn't it? And relax! You're not even short yet, by any standards of the imagination. Why, you've still got a full head of height on me. You're umm...six feet still, maybe more.?

Sandra took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. ?Yes...you're...you're right. Of course you are. It was just...surprising. Everything you were doing felt so good, and...well, ahh...I guess I lost track of things. I certainly didn't expect to be THAT much smaller. Or for you to be...you know....? Sandra trailed off, struggling to put down the strange thoughts she was having. Becca's new height...it really, REALLY seemed to do her good. It was impossible not to notice how Becca had become even more alluring than before...generous figure, breasts bordering on large...and more than a little skin showing, in all the right places.

?Umm...do you think this potion has some sort of...mood-altering effect?? Sandra said at last, not knowing how else to break the awkward silence that had descended.

Becca nodded. ?It certainly does. A mild buzz you said, right? A bit of euphoria....?

?And lowered inhibitions?? Sandra added excitedly. The moment the words were out of her mouth she regretted it, bit down nervous-hard on her lip.

Becca, however, only grinned. ?Funny you should mention that. Because to tell you the truth, there's something I've been thinking about. For at least the past couple minutes....? She paused, looking up into Sandra's eyes, running one hand through her short crop of red hair. ?...and now I think, maybe for as long as I've known you.?

She hesitated, pulse pounding at her temples. Then sweet resolution came, and the girl dressed in clothing three sizes too small made her move. Becca took three short, swaying steps forward, until she stood chest to chest with Sandra...almost, but not quite letting her body press against her friend. Slowly, the smaller girl looked up ? not nearly as far as she would have needed to only a moment before ? into Sandra's doe-like eyes.

?What is it?? Sandra murmured, lips barely moving, heart thumping like a jackhammer in her chest. ?What??

She touched Sandra lightly on the cheek. ?This.? And before she could lose her nerve, Becca stood on tip toe, pulled her best friend down, and planted her lips firmly on Sandra's mouth.