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Here's Part 2 of 2. I may revisit this story later, if I ever decide my more graphic writing is up to the task of continuing on, but for now this is the end. (Hell, I only intended this to be a quick scene in the first place, lol. Stupid writer's brain.
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It was fascinating. Their shrinking was going just slow enough that it was hard to detect, but just quickly enough that I could see changes taking place if I paid close attention. Cassie scooted forward once or twice, apparently realizing something wasn't right about her sitting position but not getting quite what. When she did, the ever-larger hem of the dress didn't scoot forward with her; her knees were exposed again, only to slowly recede beneath the garment again. Irritated with her inexplicable ability to keep her feet on the floor, she shifted her legs so that she was sitting cross-legged on the couch, not even noticing that her oversized socks had dropped off her shrunken feet in the process.
Becky, meanwhile, had gotten small enough for her head to also be below the top of the couch. Her hair tie finally slipped completely out, causing her ponytail to cascade down around her shoulders. She barely even seemed to notice, casually shaking her head back and forth a few times and shifting her shoulders, then forgetting about it. The motion caused her steadily loosening tank top straps to shift, with the left one coming close to dropping off entirely. I felt a small jolt of surprise when I noticed that it didn't look like she'd worn a bra this evening. The bottom of her shirt had completely blocked the view of her belly, but it wasn't quite low enough to hide the tantalizing glimpse of pink boy briefs-style panties revealed by the sagging waist of her shorts. The bottom of her shorts had almost made it to her knees. Looking down, I saw her bare feet hanging just above the empty pink slippers.
Turning my attention back to Cassie, I noticed the neck of her dress had plunged far enough down to show off quite a bit of her cleavage, although it was less impressive now that her breasts had gotten smaller along with the rest of her. I watched in rapt enjoyment as the deep V crept slowly lower and lower, displaying ever more of the loosening satiny black bra she'd worn beneath the dress. Sitting as she was, her crossed legs had almost disappeared under the encroaching hem of her dress, which was starting to look like a blanket as the dark purple fabric spread loosely to either side of her legs. Her hands, down at her sides, were completely covered by her sleeves by now, adding to the illusion of a blanket draped over her.
Becky drew my gaze again as she reached forward--oddly far forward, from her perspective--to grab a chip from the bowl. Her face showed a flicker of surprise as her shirt's sleeve slid halfway down her forearm and the strap of the tank top dropped to her elbow, but she seemed not to realize the event had any significance, nor did she realize that she was holding a chip larger than her palm. She simply sat back, not bothering to replace the tank top strap; I had to bite down on my lip to keep from reacting when I saw that this caused her too-large neck hole to hang down way too low, showing off one tiny breast to the room.
Well, whatever else happens, at least I'll get to see them naked, I mused. At a glance, I guessed her to be a 36B.
Maybe a lowercase b now, I thought, chuckling faintly to myself.
Cassie threw her head back to laugh as, on the screen, Ricky Bobby's kids said something obnoxious; as she did so, the movement caused the expanding neck hole of her dress to finally fall off both her shoulders. The oversized garment fell to her elbows, and the V of the neckline dropped into her lap, completely revealing her torso. As her bra was now far too large as well, its cups were resting lightly on her lap, exposing her still proportionately big breasts to me. They were probably a 38DD when she was normal size, but they looked to be around the size of tennis balls now, or perhaps a bit smaller. Her relatively large, puffy pink areolae were no bigger than a nickel, and as I continued staring, her nipples stiffened in the cool air of the room.
I looked back to Becky and saw that she'd unconsciously pulled her slender arm out of the sagging sleeve. That, coupled with her continued shrinking, had dropped the neck of her tank top even lower, so though the right strap still sat on her shoulder, both of her tits were exposed as well. She had her legs straight out in front of her and didn't notice that her feet still barely reached the edge of the couch, or that her Daisy Dukes engulfed her legs to halfway down her shins and were wide enough for her to put both legs in one side with room to spare.
I was glad for their drunkenness and their absorption in the movie; if they were sober or without distraction there was no way they wouldn't have noticed what was happening by now, nor could they have remained oblivious to my unabashed staring. I was quite sure neither of them were even three feet tall now, likely not even two and a half, and they were sitting half-naked in piles of comically oversized clothes. I could tell by their laughter and occasional comments, though, that they were pretty buzzed. They had finished most of their third drinks, which was good, since even the smaller glasses I'd switched to were approaching the size of Mason jars to them. I had a brief mental picture of them trying to drink out of the larger tumblers I'd traded from; it would be like drinking from a bucket. I was glad I'd made the exchange.
"Soooo...." Becky said slowly, trying to look at Cassie but appearing to have trouble focusing, "whish one d'ya think's more attra...atta...acti...hotter?" she finished. "Carly or Shusan?"
Cassie shakily turned to look at her friend. " 's a tough call," she slurred after a long pause. "I mean Carly's pre'y hot 'n all but sush a bish." She seemed to be considering her next words before speaking. "An' Sushan loo's better with her hair down but y'don' get to see her that way mush. Plus I think blondesh look better 'n redheads anyway."
"Izzat so?" Becky replied, giving Cassie a look that was probably supposed to be appraising, but in her state just looked like she had trouble keeping her eyes open. After a moment she shifted position in her seat, twisting her upper body toward Cassie and bracing unsteadily on the couch with her bare arm as she leaned toward her roommate. This had the effect of being the last push to drop the right strap and sleeve off her other shoulder, leaving her effectively topless as the oversized shirt and tank top puddled around her lap. It also served to emphasize how much they'd shrunk; at the start of the night, such a gesture would have leaned the blonde well into Cassie's personal space, but at their reduced size there was quite a bit of couch cushion between the two diminutive damsels. This seemed to confuse Becky for a moment. I watched her looking down at the couch, then back up at Cassie, and I could almost see the wheels trying to turn in her head (not that they were getting much traction, with the liquor).
Finally, she decided on the direct approach. She turned her waist sideways to get her whole body facing the other girl. Of course, since her once-snug shorts and panties were as big as hula hoops to her, they didn't come along for the ride, resulting in her sitting sideways and bare-assed in the seat of her shorts with her legs still splayed out into the legs of the pants. At this point, she'd shrunk so much that her feet had nearly slid into the fabric. I remembered how the bottom of the garment had just barely been past her firm ass at the start of the evening.
You've come a long way down, baby, I thought to myself out of nowhere.
She tried to assume a kneeling position on the couch, but found her legs entangled in the gigantic shorts. Irritated and confused, she kicked her legs drunkenly free of the obstructing denim, then managed to rise unsteadily to her knees, still fixated unwaveringly on Cassie. With some difficulty, she began a swaying, crawling advance toward the topless, dark-haired beauty sitting several relative yards away. Cassie couldn't see Becky, having returned her hazy attention to the movie, but I could, and I saw something that made my heart start pounding even harder and my mouth go dry. Becky might be very small and very inebriated, but something about her body language and the way she moved toward her roommate gave me a pretty good idea of what was on her mind.
Lust.
Becky's legs slid out from under the huge white shirt and tank top as she started forward, but somehow her oversized panties held on around her knees, dragging along behind her to either side as if she was pushing a pink blanket in front of her legs. I suppose some people would have thought she looked ridiculous, but I found the sight of her--18 inches tall, totally nude, her tiny-but-toned bare ass in the air and the underwear that was meant to cling to it in delicious detail hanging around her knees, gradually drawing closer to her gorgeous half-naked roommate with an unmistakable hunger--incredibly hot.
Whatever I expected for tonight, this is better.
I turned to look at Cassie, waiting for the inevitable moment when Becky made her presence known. The brunette had continued shrinking as well, at roughly the same pace as her friend, and while it wasn't easy to tell due to their positions, I estimated her to be maybe a half-inch shorter than the blonde. She was positively dwarfed by the couch she sat on, the back rising far above her head and her legs very far back from the edge, buried under the purple sheet that had once been a form-fitting dress. Her enormous bra still rested atop the garment, and I was briefly struck the amusing though that she could comfortably sit in one of the cups at her present size. She was still sitting in the same cross-legged pose, and as I continued to watch, the purple fabric slid off her knees as her shrinking finally passed the point where she became small enough to sit entirely within the neck of the dress. The only article of clothing that remained on her were her panties--satiny and black, to match the bra--and they were loosely draped over her lap like a flag.
Cassie was still enjoying the movie and failed to notice her nude blonde roommate advancing on her. In a few minutes, Becky was inches away (relatively speaking) from her face. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty; I stared in tense anticipation as the blonde looked her up and down, seemingly appraising her shrunken, naked body. Evidently she liked what she saw, because she leaned in even closer.
"Hey, sexy," she slurred, practically into Cassie's ear.
The startled brunette turned to find herself face-to-face with Becky. "Huh?" she said, apparently having a little trouble getting her buzzed brain up to speed. "Wha's goin' on? Why are you so close t' me?" A look of equal parts puzzlement and shock crossed her face as she noticed her roommate's appearance. "An' why are ya naked?" She looked quite a bit more shocked when she glanced down at herself. "An' why th' fuck am *I* naked?!" she asked, noticeably louder. She started to pull the fabric of her dress up to cover herself, but was stopped as Becky reached out and turned Cassie's head to face her.
"I dunno," replied Becky, giggling. "But who caresh?" So saying, she kissed her on the lips. The blonde held her roommate that way, prolonging the kiss and sighing in pleasure. At first Cassie tried to pull back in surprise, but after several moments she, too, sighed in pleasure and put her hand on Becky's neck to hold her in close. I probably shouldn't have snapped that picture of them with my phone, but after all, I'm only human. Truthfully, I'm surprised I was thinking clearly enough to do it. Or that I hadn't burst a blood vessel when their lips first met. After a bit, they parted, big crooked smiles on their faces.
"Tha' wash...real nice," said Cassie dreamily.
"Mmmm. Yeah," Becky replied, still grinning.
Cassie started to say something else, but then she blinked in confusion and started turning her head to look around the room, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping. She reached down in front of her and picked up her colossal bra, holding it up against her chest in amazement. One of the cups was now large enough to cover her from belly to shoulders. "Wait... why ish everythin' so BIG?!"
"Hmm?" said Becky, initially puzzled by her friend's remark. She, too, started scanning the room, and I could see the realization slowly dawning. She reached down to her knees and pulled the pink panties up to her waist, but it was no good; the underwear that once fit her in a sexy boy-shorts style was now too big for her to even use as overalls. "Ohmigod! What th' hell... wha's goin' on here?!"
Cassie turned to look over to her right, to the chair I was sitting in. "Shawn! Shawn! Help us!"
There's my cue. I rose from my chair and stepped in front of the couch. I watched the little ladies turn their heads up in astonishment to look at me, towering over them. I estimated they had reached their target size of twelve inches.
Good. The emitter works perfectly. Now, do I fess up, or play dumb? If they find out later that I did this there might be hell to pay. On the other hand, if I tell them now it might end the evening early...screw it. Might as well go for broke. "Whoa, girls! What happened to you?" I asked, trying very hard to keep from grinning.
I'll tell them in the morning before it wears off. A punch from a Barbie won't hurt as much.
"We...we..." Cassie trailed off, as if unable to put the impossible event into words. "We're minna...minee...minita..."
Or maybe it's just intoxication. ..."We shrunk," she finished.
"An' you didn't!" Becky chimed in, giving me the best accusatory stare she could manage under the circumstances. "Wha' fuck, man, 's no fair." She glanced over at Cassie, then back to me. "We're sho little! An' you're sho..." She stopped as a thought seemed to strike her. Her gaze traveled down my chest, finally stopping just under the waist of my pants, where there was an obvious bulge from watching two hot naked girls making out. That crooked smile returned to her face as she continued. "...you're ver'...big." She giggled to herself, then leaned over to whisper something in Cassie's ear, who also giggled. They whispered a bit more to each other in that special way that drunks do, where they're a lot louder than they realize. Of course since they were a lot smaller I still didn't catch all of it.
"... are we really ... you shure? ... might never happen again ... I'm not gon' ashk him, you do it ... "
Finally they seemed to reach a consensus. They both lifted their gazes to me with come-hither looks on their diminutive, flushed faces. Surprisingly, it was Cassie who spoke.
"Sho...big guy. Y' wanna help a couple ver' horny little ladies out?" She put her hands under her lovely breasts and lifted them up, squashing them together. They were lovely even shrunken down smaller than golf balls; at her normal size that would've been an impressive display indeed.
I glanced over at Becky and saw her running her hands up her trim thighs. "We c'n make it worth yer while," she added.
"Oppa...oopa...chance of a lifetime," said Cassie. She hefted one breast up to her mouth and licked her nipple. "Goin' onshe..." She licked the opposite nipple. "Goin' twishe..."
I had been slightly dumbstruck at things going even better than I could have expected, but I snapped out of it at Cassie's countdown. I grinned widely down at the pair of shrunken, nude beauties, knowing I was in for one hell of a night. "Well. When you put it that way, how can I say no?"
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