So I lied, this story's going to be longer than two parts. It's a concept that really provides a lot of options for content and I just... can't... stop.
Do you see what you do to me, Ozara? :P
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The next few minutes went by mostly uneventfully for Linda, although she did have to tighten her belt again, which reinvigorated her paranoia about how much she might shrink. The bottles and glasses all felt slightly off to her, so she was glad she didn't get too many drink orders. She mainly passed the time cleaning up and keeping an eye on the still-shrinking Cassie, although it was now less about humiliating the blonde and more about seeing how small the formula could make someone so she might know what to expect. She was still in the water talking to Aaron, although she was now floating at the edge of the pool, her arms spread out along the rim to brace herself. That made it hard to tell how much more she had shrunk, although Linda thought she could see the black triangles of the bikini top floating on the surface in front of Cassie (who seemed to be either too drunk or too smitten with Aaron to notice).
She was drifting along the wall, unconsciously pulling herself into shallower water as she got smaller while keeping her focus on Aaron. "So, big boy," Cassie said, smiling lasciviously up at him (he seemed so tall!), "do you think I'm sexy?"
He grinned down at her. "Well, I don't know how to answer that. You did take off your bikini bottom right in front of me. I might be biased."
"You don't know?" she said, putting on an exaggerated pout. Pushing away from the wall, she floated over to him and stood facing him, the three feet of water coming up to just below her breasts, which were now poorly covered by the increasingly large black top. "Well, let me see if I can get a 'hard' answer out of you." Before he could react, she slipped her hand under the water, reaching toward him. His eyes bugged out as her hand found what she was looking for. "Mmm. Wow, you really are a big guy!" she exclaimed, biting her lip. Her perception might be off a bit from his swim trunks, but his stiff cock felt so huge she could barely wrap her hand around it! "I guess this means you do think I'm sexy."
She turned around in front of Aaron, intending to grind her ass against him, but found she quite literally came up short. "My god, I can't believe how tall you are!" she said, feeling his stiff member poking her in the lower back. Frustrated, she turned back around and stroked him again under the water, amazed when he felt even bigger. He let out an involuntary moan at her touch. "So, stud, why don't we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked with a wink.
"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned at her. "Lead the way, little lady."
"Catch me if you can!" she replied, playfully turning and diving under the water, swimming toward the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. He chuckled as he saw her bikini bottom again floating free on the surface where she had gone under and scooped it up, wading after her. She broke the surface near the "2 FT" marker (where the water now rose to just above her navel), but had slogged through the water and started up the stairs without noticing. As she stepped high enough to raise her thighs out of the water, she finally realized what was wrong and yelped in embarrassment. "Aw, not again!" she wailed, putting a hand over her crotch and blushing anew.
Aaron grinned as he walked up next to her, holding the discarded bottom. "Missing something?" He was surprised that she didn't look as short as before, but looking down he saw her feet were on the fourth step up...and the top of her head was still below his chin.
"This is so embarrassing," she said, snatching it from him and trying to pull it on. She got it up to her hips, but the waterlogged swimsuit was huge around them--it looked like it was made for someone twice her size! Turning even redder, she held it against her waist, vainly trying to keep herself covered. "Aaron, help me! This bottom isn't gonna stay on!"
"Heh. Um, Cassie, I don't think it's just the bottom..." He pointed at her chest, trying hard to keep himself from grinning.
She looked down and quickly realized that the cups of her bikini top were hanging limply down to her belly, the loosely dangling straps crossing over her otherwise exposed tits. She let go of the bottom to try to fix the top, and it fell again. After a few attempts in her drunken (and shrunken) state, she finally held the bottom up over her groin with one hand and clutched the loose top to her chest with the other, which unfortunately for her left the back of the swimsuit hanging, leaving her ass bare to the room. Still flushed red, she groaned in embarrassment. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with this fucking swimsuit! I don't wanna be naked in front of everybody!"
"Aaron to the rescue!" he said, bending down and scooping up the little woman in his arms, draping her knees over one elbow and supporting her head and back with the opposite forearm. He really was amazed at how small she was--her proportions looked like an average-sized woman, but she had to be some kind of dwarf or something. It was funny that she had seemed taller at the table. It must have been an illusion. Either way, to be so short, she was damned sexy, and he had an idea how to help her out and still have some fun with her.
She gasped in surprise as he picked her up so effortlessly, but then smiled as she curled up in his arms, snuggling up against his muscular bare chest. "Mmm. My big strong man. Where are we going?"
"The changing rooms. They're private and the doors lock. You can try to fix your swimsuit, and I can, ah, help you with it," he said, grinning down at the shrinking blonde in his arms.
"I like the way you think!"
Linda watched them go, disappointed that Cassie was apparently going to get something good out of it. She'd found it amusing when the blonde's swimsuit came off, but was immediately dismayed when she realized that meant she could shrink that small, or possibly smaller since she wouldn't find out when Cassie actually stopped. She was waiting on Chris to come back, having decided to fake illness so she could get the hell out of there before she got too short to drive. She was cleaning some empty glasses when someone walked up and ordered a cocktail, so she slipped the rag into her back pocket and set about making the drink. She had just put the first ingredient in when an alarm bell went off in her head and she froze. Her eyes going wide with panic, she reached behind her and patted the back pockets of her shorts. The minibottle wasn't there. A quick scan of the floor behind the bar showed it wasn't there either, and she knew she hadn't taken it out and set it anywhere, so that only left one possibility: it must have slipped out when she fell on her ass, or when the shorts dropped off of her.
"Um...I'm sorry, sir, excuse me just a minute. I'll be right back." So saying, she walked quickly around the bar and headed for the table where she'd fallen earlier. She passed some bar patrons on the way and was worried about how tall they all looked--just how much had she already shrunk? She had to mind her steps, as her shoes kept trying to slip off her feet, and her blue polo shirt seemed to be getting looser by the minute, its collar widening on her shoulders. Frantically, she scanned the tile floor all around the area where she had fallen, but the little bottle of red stuff was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, hon. What are you doing out here? Are your feet feeling better?"
Startled, she jerked up from her bent-over stance to see Chris standing on the other side of the table. Quickly estimating, she realized her eye level was below his shoulders, when normally she'd be staring right at the tip of his nose. She had to get out of here, fast!
"Oh! Uh, hi! Yeah, I--I mean, no. No. I'm actually feeling really bad. My stomach is upset, I've got a nasty headache, and I'm dizzy. I think I might be coming down with something."
He frowned, concern showing in his eyes. "Aw. My poor baby. I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Do you need to..."
He kept talking, but she wasn't listening. She had seen something that caused her heart to pound. In the middle of the pool, a tall, slim redheaded woman had just scooped the minibottle up from where it had been floating on the water. Linda watched, stunned, as the woman unscrewed the cap, sniffed it, shrugged, and raised it to her lips.
"NO!" she screamed. What happened next seemed to transpire in slow motion. Automatically, she broke into a run for the edge of the pool. She had forgotten the state of her shoes and socks, and they caused her to stumble almost immediately as first the back shoe and then the front went flying off of her fast-moving feet. She slipped in her loose, floppy socks and lost her balance, throwing her arms out to catch herself while staring transfixed at the woman in the pool. The redhead took a sip from the bottle and made a disgusted face as Linda's hands hit the slick tile at the very edge of the pool...and slid forward, her smaller, lighter body sliding toward the water. The last thing she saw before she went under was the redhead dropping the open bottle into the pool.
Coughing and sputtering, Linda surfaced seconds later, feeling her waterlogged polo shirt weighing her down. Her shorts had come off again, and she could feel her sagging panties waving loosely around her waist under the water, but she was too concerned about the bottle to dive beneath the water and look for her pants at the moment. She swam quickly over to the redhead, ignoring her panties sliding completely off her shrunken legs in the water. She felt a curious tingling as she neared the other woman. When she reached her, she snatched the bottle out of the water, desperately hoping that maybe, somehow, it wouldn't be that bad. However, when she looked, she could tell that the bottle held only a few ounces of crystal-clear pool water. Linda glanced at the water she was swimming in and saw a pale pinkish tint dissipating into the water, already faint and getting fainter as it spread across the pool.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," she breathed, realizing there was nothing she could do. Turning to face the tall redhead, she was dismayed to find that although the water only rose to the other woman's ribcage, it came up to her neck. She glanced at the side of the pool and saw the "4 FT" marker--she was shorter than Cassie had been when she first got in the pool. Linda put one hand on the taller woman's shoulder. "Hey! You! What's your name?" she snapped.
"Angie," she replied with a slight slur.
"Angie. Okay. Angie, how much of this did you drink?" Linda held the bottle up accusingly before Angie's face.
"I 'unno. Jus' a lil sip. Didn't tas' very good, so I threw it out," she said, giggling.
Linda felt her panic building as she had to rise up on tiptoe to keep her head above water, and she took a few steps toward the shallow end. "Just a little sip? That's all?"
Angie giggled again. "About tha' much," she replied, holding her finger and thumb barely apart.
Assuming the woman's drunken judgment was even remotely accurate, with what Linda had poured into the drink earlier, that meant over three-fourths of the bottle had been dumped into the pool. And since the stuff would work on contact...
"Angie," she said, snapping her fingers in front of the redhead's face (or as close as she could manage) to be sure she had her attention, "Angie, listen. You have to get out of the pool, okay?"
"But I'm hav'n' fun!" the taller woman protested.
"Look, trust me! You need to get out, now!" She started to raise her voice to call out for everyone to clear the pool, but was cut off as a large hand clamped down on top of her head and dunked her into the water, her oversized polo shirt and bra fluttering upward around her torso with the sudden motion. The hand released her a moment later, and she came up coughing and spitting out pool water to see Angie glaring at her.
"Why are ya bein' a bitch? I don' wanna get out," she slurred at the still-shrinking Linda. "Besides, the water is so warm an' tingly..." she added, smiling as she rubbed her hands along her thighs beneath the surface.
After a few more coughs, Linda started to reply, but then she noticed that something was happening to Angie. The redhead appeared to be slowly sinking into the water, her boobs sliding gradually downward toward the surface as she stood there staring at the waitress. Linda could see the one-piece dark red swimsuit beginning to loosen on the other woman, even as she had to once again move into shallower water to keep her feet on the floor. She panicked anew, thinking the formula in the pool water was already taking effect, but then she remembered Angie had swallowed some and thought that was probably all it was...until she noticed something behind the slim redhead at the edge of the pool. A blonde woman was hanging on the edge, her hands and belly braced against the tile and only her legs below the thighs immersed; what had caught Linda's eye was her bikini bottom moving. The light green, floral-printed piece was slipping slowly down her butt, and as she watched, Linda could see the blonde's legs ever-so-slowly rising out of the water as she held on to the edge of the pool.
"Oh god, it's too late," she breathed. Glancing down at the water again, she could see that the pink tint was gone completely--the formula had been completely absorbed into the pool water. Apparently, the tingling she was still feeling was a result of the formula working, and a quick look around at the other people in the pool showed a few telltale signs that they were feeling it, too.