[pseudoclever]

3.

Those first seconds...a soft, fluttering confusion for Sandra. A thousand unanswerable questions raced through her mind. They swirled, screamed, demanded to know exactly what the hell she thought she was doing with her best friend.

All the while, three sensations, equally powerful. Becca's lips, warm and wet, pressing lightly against her's. The undeniable matching warmth that rising up from deep inside her, seeming to emanate from that spot a hand's length beneath her navel. And the powerful, surging energy coursing between them as they kissed.

That power...the very fact that the potion was working on the two of them right now...maybe that WAS the answer. Because if this kiss wasn't a good thing, if it didn't have...what was the phrase the instruction sheet had used?

Positive context.

Yes, that was it. Positive context was the reason Sandra was feeling herself race toward the floor. It was why Becca's perfect body was swelling bigger and bigger against her. The kiss...was positive. Because, Sandra knew, under all the layers of restraint and self-denial...this was what she wanted.

After that thought, everything was easy. Sandra let herself sink into the kiss, be subsumed by it. She had only rarely had thoughts about doing this with another girl, and never once with Becca. Yet now, in the glaring spotlight of realization, she realized how foolish she had been. Perhaps Becca was thinking the same thing. Now the kiss intensified, became more passionate. Sandra sighed, mouth opening a fraction of an inch, gratefully accepting Becca's probing tongue. With each passing second she could feel Becca growing, knew that her own body was shrinking with every inch the girl gained.

Hands touched her, cold at first, gradually warmed by her own body heat. One tugged at her oversized shirt, created an opening at her waist into which the other could slip. Fingers, much longer and thicker than Sandra remembered, tenderly stroked along her abdomen, up to the undersides of her breasts. Sandra moaned, dropping another inch before the sound had stopped reverberating from the walls, pressing herself tight against Becca's expanding frame.

Sandra felt something hot and wet part her lips – Becca's tongue was back, not asking permission this time; demanding. She could feel it in her mouth, quite obviously growing larger by the second. Sandra opened her eyes – and found Becca, as lovely a sight as she had ever seen, staring back at her. She looked absolutely enormous to Sandra, despite the fact that she was still at least a few inches shorter. The girl's entire body looked firmer, more substantial; her modesty barely concealed by the tatter of clothing that still manged to cling to her frame. Becca's shirt had torn wide open, revealing the mounds of her full, milky-white breasts. Her arms, clearly visible through her ragged sleeves, looked stronger. Her shoulders were wider, legs longer. Several inches of ankle and calf peeked out from below the ripped cuffs of her jeans.

Becca noticed that she was being studied, giggled shyly. “Do you like what you see, love?” she asked, her lips brushing against Sandra's as she spoke.

“More than you could possibly imagine,” Sandra answered, giving Becca a tight squeeze, transferring another short burst of height with the contact.

“Ay, and you're something to look at yourself,” Becca smirked. “But you're STILL taller than me, aren't you? So let's fix that.” She once more reached under Sandra's shirt, and began to quite deliberately trace her way around the outline of her breasts. The resulting sigh of pleasure from the shrinking girl was immediately gratifying, as was the accompanying growth she felt rip through her body. Becca had never felt so powerful in her life. The size, of course – she'd been short her entire life. But more, the complete control she had over the gorgeous girl in front of her. Sandra was putty in her hands! Gasps and moans were hers for the taking as her fingers danced over her lover's flawless body.

Sandra was shrinking faster than ever now as she continued to massage the girl's sensitive, over-ample breasts. Becca felt herself stretching, growing just as fast as her lover was dwindling. Her own chest, never before larger than a pitiable A-cup, was now at least a C, and still swelling to outgrow the rest of her. The room looked positively tiny now, and the tiniest thing in it seemed to be Sandra. Oh, but of course that was exaggeration – Sandra and she were only just now....

The same height.

Their agreement!

Becca quickly pulled her hands away, taking a step away from Sandra to avoid any casual contact that might shrink her friend any further. The girl groaned in frustration, and looked at Becca with an expression of mild anger. “God dammit, why did you have you....” Sandra paused, eyes widening with understanding. “Oh! Oh...I see.”

“Um, yes. See love, I HAD to stop. Because...well, you said you'd only give me enough height...so we'd be...you know, the same. And now we're....” Becca trailed off awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“Yes, I suppose we are.” Sandra turned, looking about the room. Nine inches gone...and everything was so different. The door of her room seemed far wider, with a top frame that was far above her reach. No more bumping my head up there, she thought. The rest of her room was practically enormous, with ceilings that seemed to stretch far, far higher than she remembered. And Becca was...was....

A goddess. She had never seen a more beautiful woman in her life, had never suspected a woman could BE so lovely. Nor that such a sight could have this effect on her.

Smiling cunningly, Sandra studied her friend, looking at her on a level plane for the first time in her life. “Say Becca...I was thinking....”

Becca whirled instantly, looked at a spot nearly a foot over Sandra's head, quickly adjusting. “Yes?”

“Now that I'm not taller than you anymore...and we're finished...I have a question.” Sandra paused, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully. “You told me before you thought the potion has some sort of intoxicating effect. One that, shall we say, inspired you to action.”

Becca nodded, blushing lightly. “Truth.”

“Then, would you say that the potion...how should I put this. Did it MAKE you kiss me? Or, was that something that, you know, you might have WANTED to do...but never....”

“Yes.” Becca said immediately, taking a half-step forward. “For ages.”

Sandra grinned. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She leaned forward, and gave Becca a quick peck on the cheek. A tiny blip of euphoria. And then Becca was taller than her. No more than a fraction of an inch, perhaps. All the same, a milestone. “You'll let me have some of it back, won't you?” she asked. “My height, I mean.”

Becca laughed, and snapped her fingers. The bottle instantly appeared in her hand. “Plenty of the good stuff left,” she said. “And I like pomegranate, too.”

Grinning, Sandra took Becca's hand, feeling her friend slowly expand in her grasp, and led her deeper into the bedroom. “Good. In that case, I have a challenge for you.” She began to undress, lifting her massively oversized shirt over her head, throwing it across the room. To remove her pants, all that was necessary was for her to stop holding them up. These too she tossed into the growing pile of dirty clothes. “I'd say we have about thirty minutes before the potion wears off. Wouldn't you say?”

“About thirty, yes,” Becca answered, struggling to remove her too-tight jeans. She looked up, saw Sandra staring back at her from a jaw-dropping pose – completely naked, hand on the crook of a suggestively bent hip, bangs dangling in her eyes. The expression on her beautiful face could be described as 'come hither.' Or, if one were trying to be precise, it might be called a 'fuck me now' look.

“Thirty minutes. In that time...why don't you see...how small you can make me.”

“Cheeky,” smirked Becca. She sauntered over, and took the arm of her now-shorter friend. “I accept.”