A Matter of Perspectives (story, GTS/SW, F/f)

[qzar9999]

"Anticipation, anticipation/ Is makin me late/ Is keepin me waitin..."

Very hot. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Although, why do I have the feeling the rest of the instructions said that it's vitally important not to have sex while using the potion, or that you keep in mind that the potion only works once between any two people, or something similarly important that Sandra really should've let Becca finish reading?

[MadmanDarkHeretic]

Definitely a very intriguing story

[pseudoclever]

4.


They stood that way for a moment – unclothed, arm in arm, feeling the steady shifting of energy that was even now changing the perspective of both girls. Sandra gazed at the bed, watching without actually seeing as it grew larger before her. This was right – Becca and her. Yet why did she still feel so apprehensive? Why did her heart pound in her chest, as though she were looking not at her own bed, but at an especially intimidating roller coaster, one that she was by-God determined to ride, but oh whatever possessed them to build it so awfully steep?

She felt Becca's grip loosen, felt the taller girl begin to pull away. “Sandra, if this isn't what you want....” she began, speaking in her melodious accent.

Sandra whirled, caught Becca's hand. “It is,” she whispered, smiling weakly. “I've just...I mean I've never done anything like this before.”

“Nor I,” Becca laughed. And Sandra was pleased to hear that, despite the fact that her friend was even now slowly growing into an amazon beauty, that yes, she was nervous too. “I expect it's the sort of thing you aren't supposed to think about so much,” she went on. “You just...relax...and do whatever you feel.”

Becca, already three inches taller than her shrinking friend, nodded toward the bed. They shared one last look. Then together, they parted the sheets, and climbed beneath. The two lay silent for a long moment. Thinking, appreciating, staring deep into each other's eyes. Apart from the faint rumble of traffic a dozen stories below, their breath was the only sound in the room.

One hand reached, found another. Then like a pair of magnets slipping past their critical point, they came together. Two naked bodies pressed, embracing. Legs tangled, fingers touched and stroked at any and every soft place they could reach. Again came that warmth, the spreading euphoria. As before, Becca began to grow, Sandra steadily dwindled.

Yet this time, there was one important difference. When the two had simply been holding hands, and later when they had kissed, the changes had been expressed in various shades of 'slow.' Now, with their entire bodies in total, intimate contact, the exchange hurdled out of control, like a boulder rolling down the side of a mountain.

Faster than Sandra could believe, she went from near on par with her lover, to simply petite, to utterly overwhelmed. She found herself straining farther and farther to make contact with Becca's lips – much to the growing girl's amusement. Sandra's head slipped from the pillow, came to rest on the flat of the mattress. Her vision was level with the curve of Becca's neck...her sternum...the centerline of the girl's unbelievable cleavage. And always there was the sensation of gentle friction, of her lover's sweat-slick body gliding against her as Sandra shrank.

All at once the taller girl broke their kiss, pulled away. Becca turned, lifting herself onto hands and knees above Sandra, trapping the shrunken girl beneath her shadow. As near as she could tell from her prone position, Becca was almost exactly as tall as Sandra had been when the day began. Her roommate looked absolutely gigantic, and if possible even more beautiful and curvacious than before. And something else was different with Becca – something in her manner, in the look on her face. Something about the way that she was peering down at Sandra, with obvious hunger in her eyes, that made the tiny girl feel delightfully like a frightened little rabbit cornered by a much larger predator.

“Well well, what have we here?” purred the titaness. The six foot six bombshell stretched, arching her back in an oddly feline manner, then bent forward until her face was mere inches from Sandra. Becca was close enough now that she could feel the giant girl's breath gently rustle her hair. “So this is what you've been seeing when you looked at me for all these years. Gods Sandra, you're so small!” She began to trace a finger down the center of the girl's stomach, moving slowly higher. “Such a little morsel you make...with your flat little tummy, your perfect little breasts, your angel's face.” The finger was now stroking the fullness of Sandra's lip, but suddenly Becca pulled away, sighing in mock disappointed. “Yet there's still a problem with you.”

“Oh?” Sandra bantered. Swallowing a feint tinge of fear, she posed on the bed before her lover, hands behind her head, showcasing her assets for Becca's approval. “And what might that problem be?” She asked this, despite knowing full well what the answer would be.

Becca grinned. “Why that's obvious, isn't it? You're still much, MUCH too big. Ah, but I know how to fix that, straight away.” Shifting her weight, the enormous girl gently brought her oversized palm to rest on Sandra's abdomen, bringing a fresh surging of the tingling warmth. Becca began to stroke the length of Sandra's body, past her thighs, back to her chest. The dwindling girl moaned, losing height at an agonizingly slow pace. Each time the growing girl passed, her fingertips were drawing closer and closer to Sandra's center. Yet they never quite touched, and this was working her into a frenzy.

The now-familiar stretching sensation, the swelling in the center of Becca's chest, the undercurrent of power flowing into her. The bed sheets dragging against her growing legs; the mattress sinking inward under her increasing weight. And all of it happening much, much too slow! Ah, but how much easier she could endure it than Sandra – as long as she held the reins. Her little lover was thrashing about wildly beneath her, desperate for more sensation. “Impatient, aren't we?” Becca growled, leaning down to steal a kiss, and another quarter inch along with it. “I bet you'd like to make it go faster, hmm? And it would, wouldn't it, if I touched you...here.”

Becca rested the tips of two fingers against the shrinking girl's inner thigh – millimeters from the soft button of her womanhood. Sandra gasped, dwindling in a small, punctuated burst with the contact, but groaned in frustration when Becca pulled away. “My my, I haven't even DONE anything yet, and already you're travel-sized. If I go any further, you're apt to shrink away to nothing! Not to mention, with how wet you're getting my dear, ruin these beautiful sheets of yours. Maybe I better let you be, eh?”

Sandra lifted herself up onto both elbows, gave her enormous friend a look that might have been intimidating, if not for their near two-foot height difference. “Fuck the sheets,” she snarled. “And ME.”

“Oooh, feisty!” Becca cooed, raising up to her full height – almost seven feet now. “As you wish, then.” She drew the tip of her index finger down, over the firmness of her pelvic bone, smoothly against the dew-soaked line of Sandra's outer lips. She twirled for a moment here, around the edges, as the tiny girl wriggled and shrank beneath her, then all at once plunged into the tiny, steaming wetness of her pussy.

Becca felt an instant pulse of energy, an electric shiver of pleasure as her growth surged back into high gear. Gods, this was fantastic! She loved everything about growing...the sudden vertigo...the apparent dwindling of everything else in the room...and the beautiful correlation between her rising height, and the building heat within her loins.

That last bit would have to be addressed, and very, very soon. And, as Becca stroked the shrinking girl before her, she thought she knew just how to take care of it.

Meanwhile, little Sandra was collapsing inward like a dying star, moaning her full-voiced approval at every lost inch as Becca continued to slide and thrust inside her. The deflating girl's hands balled into fists, watching with eyes glazed as her gigantic lover swelled up before her. Their size difference was completely off-the-charts now, beyond anything Sandra had experienced in her previous amazonian life. Becca was practically a giantess, completely overshadowing her own meager frame, and with each passing second the gap between them was only widening. For a time Sandra felt that irrational fear creeping back into the dark corners of her mind. But that couldn't last. It was impossible to look at the benevolent goddess Becca had become, to feel the steady cascade of pleasure as her finger lengthened and thickened inside her, without coming to a new understanding of....

“Time!” Becca proclaimed merrily. She pulled out of Sandra's womanhood, her index finger making a suctiony 'pop' noise as it exited. The diminutive girl lay for a moment, head swimming, as she looked accusingly up at her titanic roommate. Becca was...well, there were so many adjectives...gorgeous, majestic. Without a doubt the largest human being Sandra had ever laid eyes upon. She was perhaps seven and a half feet tall (which meant, Sandra quickly calculated, that her own height was around four feet six inches.) If she had been standing, she doubted very much if the top of her head would have come much past the giant girl's navel.

Becca was smirking down at her, the utter dominance and control she now possessed over the smaller girl written all over her face. “Alright, my lovely little door mouse. It's MY turn.” The giantess slowly toppled over, landing on her side, the bed creaking beneath her in protest. Becca's head lay on the pillows, with her gigantic body stretching all the way to the foot of the bed, legs dangling off its edge below the calves. Never breaking eye contact with Sandra, the girl slowly parted her shapely thighs, revealing the pink cleft that lay between.

“Now listen to me, little Sandra. If you ever want me to finish what I started...and from that frustrated look on your face, I think you do...then you have a job to do first. Do you know what that is?” She went on, not giving the smaller girl a chance to respond. “Why, to make me cum, of course. If you satisfy me properly, I'll return the favor – once I think I've made you small enough, of course. But for now...I'm practically ACHING for your attention. So...hop to it, little one.”

[qzar9999]

Is there a Maximum Sexiness Capacity on this forum? If so, it's possible this story is going to exceed it.

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Is there a Maximum Sexiness Capacity on this forum? If so, it's possible this story is going to exceed it.

I was, in fact, a bit worried about that. Oh well, no complaints yet from the man upstairs.

[pseudoclever]

5.


With only the faintest hesitation, Sandra stood. She walked on shaky legs to stand at the little patch of bed between Becca's tree trunk thighs. From this angle, the girl's body was truly a sight to behold. The cleft of the girl's double-sized womanhood lay before her, topped by a well-kept mound of curly red hair. Above this rose the long, flat plateau of her stomach, the expanse broken only by the faint outcroppings of her abdominal muscles. In the distance the valley slowly transitioned into the generous curves and foothills of her bosom, a journey of a thousand miles that would be well worth the reward. And at the peak of this mountain of femininity was Becca's beautiful face, staring down at her with clear adoration...and just a hint of impatience.

The giantess winked at Sandra, and suddenly the tiny girl felt the gentle pressure of two warm, creamy thighs squeezing her ? each one longer and thicker than her entire upper body. There came the familiar electric tingling, and then the giant girl began to grow larger still, feeding Sandra's dwindling body. Becca held her this way only an moment, but it was long enough for Sandra to lose at least three more inches of height ? and for her lover to gain three.

?Get on with it, pip-sqeuak,? Becca rumbled. Her last burst of growth had left her more than twice Sandra's size, and made her even more beautiful and intimidating. ?Pleasing me is going to be a very, very big job. And at the rate you're shrinking, it's only going to get bigger. And remember, you don't get anything until I'm satisfied. ?

Point taken, Sandra thought. She knelt before her goddess, bringing her face down, closer, closer to Becca's oversized cleft. For a moment Sandra could only stare, almost mesmerized by the sight...it was the first she had ever seen, other than her own. Becca's pussy was pink and wet, and had a strong, distinctive smell. It was sweet, if just a bit acrid, and somehow almost inviting.

Tentatively, Sandra rested the heel of her hand against Becca's pussy and drew down, feeling it's velvety softness beneath her tiny palm, and feeling herself instantly beginning to shrink again. Becca sighed contentedly, spreading her legs wide as she slowly swelled larger. Encouraged, Sandra lightly traced her way around the dew-soaked edges of Becca's pussy, teasing, letting the moisture spread. The growing girl let out a deep, guttural moan, her hands clenching into fists. Informed by her own solo pleasure experiences, Sandra was gently fanning the flames of Becca's lust, working them into a full-blown bonfire, never giving the giantess all that she wanted.

At first Sandra thought the girl was simply lifting herself, thrusting her hips high into the air in an effort to make her tender parts more accessible. But soon she realized that this wasn't the case. As Becca grew larger, and as Sandra dwindled, the shrinking girl was naturally drawing closer to the Becca's dripping sex. Its perfume was washing over her, the stuff thick with powerful pheromones, and as their size difference increased, Sandra felt herself beginning to lose it.

Slowly, deliberately, Sandra leaned forward, extending her tongue. In a smooth motion she licked Becca's sopping womanhood a single time, bottom to top. The giant girl let out a squeal of appreciation, and Sandra felt herself shrink by two full inches in less than a heartbeat. Another taste. Another squeal. And another thrilling drop in height while Becca swelled larger before her. Sandra dropped flat on her belly, kissed it once, twice, felt Becca's honey-sweet juices dribbling down her chin. And then, before the bout of shrinking this caused even had finished, she planted her lips firmly against the girl's marble-sized clit, and began to suck.

The sound that Becca made was not a moan, but a scream. She began to kick and thrash about crazily, and Sandra was forced to hold on to the writhing mass of girl-flesh for dear life. She had the tiger by the tail now ? she didn't dare pull away from Becca, or risk being crushed under her tremendous girth. Yet even in the heat of panic she could feel herself shrinking, as the girl she clung to exploded out in every direction. If this went on much longer, she would be too small and weak to maintain her grip. Quickly she realized that she had only one hope ? she had to bring the giantess to orgasm ? and fast!

Tongue swirlingly madly, Sandra threw herself against Becca's sex for all she was worth. Her free hand slipped inside her cavernous depths, first one finger, then two, then her entire hand up to the wrist. Again and again she plunged inside, her lover's body surging larger, its immensity steadily pushing Sandra toward the edge of the bed. How far of a drop was it to the floor for her now? Sandra had no idea ? all sense of perspective was lost, her vision eclipsed by milky-white thighs, by a red cleft of female carnality.

Becca was close now. Her howls of ecstasy were drawing to a crescendo; the wetness practically streaming out in a torrent. A twist of the arm, a stroke of her index finger against that special spot, and at the pivotal moment, a firm press against the fleshy nub of the giant girl's clit.

To Sandra, it felt like she was suddenly being sprayed point blank in the face by a garden hose. She had heard stories, half-believed, that some girls could do this during especially powerful orgasms. This was a hell of a way to find out it was true ? being hit by a focused wave of fragrant juices from a girl nearly three times her own size. Becca continued to buck, settled to twitching, then lay still, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the spent giantess struggled to catch her breath.

Sandra stood, trying to wipe away the fluid that coated her from head to toe. The room seemed beyond large, completely gigantic now ? high, cathedral-like ceilings, double-sized lights and fixtures. She guessed that she had lost about a foot of height in her exchange with Becca (not much, all things considered, she mused,) and that she was somewhere in the range of three feet tall now. If this knowledge should have frightened her, it didn't. After years of being 'Stilts Sandra,' her new size was...well, awesome! It felt as if she were living a faerie tale, a character in Alice in Wonderland, or Gulliver's Travels. And at this moment, there was only one way she thought it could get better.

If she could only be even SMALLER.

[qzar9999]

Do go on, I'm listening.

[pseudoclever]

This is the second-to-last chapter of 'A Matter of Perspectives.' The finale will be posted on Tuesday.

...

I think with the next thing I write, I'm going to pull back "this" sort of content a bit. Even I think it's getting excessive. Oh well, it is what it is.



6.

Sandra turned, and found a gigantic, exhausted Becca staring down at her. The girl's eyes were half-lidded slits, her face flushed red with exertion. Yet despite her obvious fatigue, there seemed to be a strange sort of vitality about her all the same. She had, if possible, become even more beautiful than the last time Sandra had laid eyes upon her. Her curves were curvier, bust bustier. And of course, she looked much, much bigger. Becca had been forced to prop herself up against the headboard at a forty-five degree angle in order to even fit on the bed, and still her feet were able to rest flat on the floor. Her body all but covered both sides of the queen mattress, and Sandra was quite sure that, if the girl attempted to sit up, her head would very nearly touch the room's eight-foot ceiling.

?Well, aren't YOU a sight?? Becca husked weakly, her mouth barely moving. She looked down at Sandra, pursing her lips appreciatively. To her, Sandra was almost impossibly tiny now. The girl appeared to be about the size of a very young child, perhaps even as small as a newborn, but with all the appearance of a generously proportioned adult woman.

Scratch that. VERY generously proportioned.

?So, you finally got your wish,? Sandra said, grinning up at her titanic friend. ?How does it feel to be the biggest girl in the world??

?Almost as good as what you just did to me, love,? Becca answered with a laugh. ?Come here.?

Sandra did as she was told, carefully making her way around Becca's enormous body to stand next to her at the head of the bed. ?Gods, you really are adorable,? the giantess mused, brushing a wisp of hair from the tiny girl's eyes. ?How did I get so lucky??

?Luck had nothing to do with it,? Sandra replied, blushing lightly.

?Truth.? Becca shifted on the bed, making more space for her shrunken little lover. The mattress springs creaked angrily. ?Well now, I promised you a reward if you got me off, and you succeeded with flying colors. So now, Sandra, my treasure...what can your mistress do for YOU??

?Don't make me say it.? The miniature girl turned away hiding her eyes. The light touch of pink was deepening across her cheeks. ?It's embarrassing. You know what I want.?

Becca crossed her arms, giving the tiny girl a smoldering look. ?I DO know. But if you want it, you have to say it.?

The twinge of pink had now darkened to maroon. ?I want you to...shrink me. Ah, more. S-smaller than I am already, I mean.?

The giantess grinned. She had never seen Sandra like this! The girl normally had such a forceful personality. But now, cut down to less than half her original size, she seemed so timid...almost submissive. For some reason, Becca found this was turning her on to no end. ?WHAT? You want to be even SMALLER than you are now?? she teased, drawing out the words until they were almost a purr. ?You like being little that much, do you??

Sandra nodded, still not looking at her giantess friend.

?Aw, but does that mean you don't care about the OTHER thing that happens when you shrink?? Becca asked, really laying it on thick now. ?You know, what happens...to ME? I get bigger...and stronger...and sexier. You don't want THAT to happen, too??

Was she ever having fun with this!

?Ba...both.? Sandra made eye contact with the nine foot girl, quickly looked away in embarrassment. ?I like it when I shrink...AND I like it when you grow.?

?Ah, now I think I understand how it works,? Becca nodded, speaking in an almost scholarly tone. Crossing her arms she leaned forward, bringing her huge face down next to the tiny girl. ?You want to get smaller...AND have me get bigger. Because that way....? She moved in closer.

?I can do....?

Closer still.

?...whatever I want to you.?

Now she was so close that she could see the wind from her breath rustle the girl's hair.

?You're already at my mercy, Sandra. But you want more. Is that right?? Becca paused, fixing the diminutive girl with her gaze, forcing her to make eye contact at last. ?Tell me. How do you feel, knowing I have complete control over you right now? Do you...like it??

Sandra looked mortified, but her tiny head gave the tiniest of nods. ?I do,? she squeaked. ?I mean...when you're...in control. It...makes me feel...umm...you know.? The miniature girl trailed off, looking at her feet, and when she spoke again it was in a rushed blur of words. ?It makes me horny.?

At this, Becca felt an excited pulse from the spot just beneath her navel. ?Well, since you're being SO honest about it...how could I refuse such a simple request?? Becca brushed one dinner-plate-sized hand through her short crop of red hair, and smiled down at her little quarry. ?Tell me though...how??

Sandra looked up, confused. ?How??

?What I mean, love,? Becca answered, licking her lips seductively. ?Is HOW...do you want me to shrink you? What do you want me to do...to make you smaller...and make myself grow??

The tiny girl stamped her foot in frustration, glaring up at the giantess. ?Becca, you KNOW how. Please...come on, just....?

?Ah, ah, ah,? the nine foot girl interrupted, shaking her finger from side to side. ?That's 'mistress Becca' to you, dearie. Now answer the question.?

Sandra's entire body seemed to blush now ? it was the cutest thing Becca had ever seen! ?T-touch. I want you to shrink me...by touching me. Mistress Becca,? she added quickly.

?But of course.? Becca reached out, and placed the tip of her index finger against the smaller girl's ankle, the digit as long as Sandra's entire foot. The contact was enough to bring the faintest warming tingle, but the size transfer was far too slow to perceive. ?Now is there any place in particular you'd like me to touch? Be a dear and answer quick, now. We're running out of time before the potion wears off.?

Eyes closed in embarrassment, Sandra gradually lifted her hand, and pointed toward the miniscule curl of her womanhood. ?Here.?

Becca's finger began to slowly creep up Sandra's tiny calf. ?Spe-cif-ics,? she demanded in a sing-song voice.

Her slowly shrinking roommate took a deep breath, and spoke in a voice that was barely audible. ?Mistress Becca. I want you to touch me...in my...p-pussy.?

?There's my good girl,? Becca whispered. As lightly as she could, she brushed against the edge of Sandra's sex with the tip of her finger. The girl gave a shudder, and immediately shrank the better part of an inch. In the same moment Becca felt her own body expand, felt the coarse friction of her toes sliding against the carpet, heard yet another groan from the bed as it accepted her ever-increasing weight.

Becca stroked Sandra's little cleft, moving in a slow circle, urging the girl's juices to flow. All that teasing seemed to have super-charged Sandra's libido ? Becca had barely touched her, and already she was practically dripping! Well, pillow talk WAS a speciality of her's...and plenty more where that came from if it got Sandra's little motor a' running.

?Tell me, my pet,? Becca went on. ?Did any of your so-called boyfriends have a cock as big as my finger is to you right now??

?N-no,? the tiny girl answered, her blush once more flaring bright. ?Not close. I was always...too big for them.?

?I can imagine.? Becca smirked, shifting her position to keep her head from bumping against the wall. Gods, she was growing FAST this time! And poor little Sandra...well no, that wasn't right. Lovely little Sandra, who wanted so bad to be small...why, there was hardly anything left of her! ?I'll bet none of them even knew what to DO with a girl like you.?

?No,? Sandra sighed, her knees quivering.

?Oh, but I do, sweetie. Becca knows exactly what you want. And just think...the bigger I get, the more I'll be able to give it to you.? Her index finger had now grown far too large for Sandra's little pussy, and Becca switched to using her pinky. She wet it, feeling Sandra's nectar flowing all the way down to her knuckle, then without warning thrust its tip inside her shrinking roommate's sex. The girl gasped, losing a full tenth of her height in an instant. Now Becca's head DID hit the wall.

Becca's finger glided back and forth, the tip covering everything from the diminishing girl's pencil-lead clit to the hardness of her little g-spot. ?Sandra, look at me,? Becca said, speaking loud enough to be heard over her lover's constant howl of pleasure. Obediently, Sandra's eyes fluttered open. ?There now. Don't miss this, love. I want you to watch...watch me as I grow. And, of course, I want you to watch the room growing too...so you can see how small you're getting.?

Sandra did watch, eyes glazed with pleasure, as her gargantuan roommate continued to swell even larger. That did the trick ? Becca felt a tiny, extra burst of wetness flowing from Sandra. She began to move faster, her lips spread in a naughty grin.

?I want you to remember something, my teeny-tiny treasure,? Becca whispered, leaning in close as if to confide a secret. ?No matter what you do, no matter how hard you fight it, you're going to cum for me.? Becca moaned, head lolling to one side. ?Yes you will. You'll cum SO hard. You would even if you didn't want to. And do you know why?? She paused, bringing her lips down until they touched the shrinking girl's tiny ear. ?Because, my little Sandra...I'm a woman, too. I know each...and every place...you want to be touched.? Becca immediately emphasized this fact with a flourish of her hand, forcing a piercing shriek of ecstasy from the tiny girl, and simultaneously winning another sudden burst of growth for herself.

?That's it, Sandra. It felt GOOD when I touched you like that, didn't it? It must have. Did you see how fast it made me GROW? And of course, you know what it did to YOU, my little pip-squeak.? Becca laughed, and Sandra's cheeks flushed again. Yet this seemed to take nothing away from the dwindling girl's enjoyment ? quite the contrary.

?Sandra, do you know what? I think you're getting clo~ose. You're going to cum very, very soon, aren't you? And just think...when you DO cum...how fast it's going to make me grow. I'm going to get so...much...bigger. And Sandra, YOU'RE going to be so little! Imagine it for me right now. I want you to think of yourself, standing there with my finger inside you, making you feel SO good. You can't hold back any longer...you start to cum, and you just can't stop. You're coming over, and over...and you keep getting smaller...and SMALLER!?

Becca's words were clearly having a powerful effect on Sandra, if the rate at which she was shrinking was any measure. Proportionately, the exchange had never been faster. Again and again the girl impaled herself on Becca's outthrust pinky, her screams steadily growing higher in pitch. As she watched Sandra losing her little remaining height, Becca's free hand began to creep toward her own aching nether region, almost, but not quite of its own volition. Her first touch struck like a bolt of lightning, the pleasure as crisp and sudden as the shattering of an oak tree in a summer's storm. But as good as it was, it could only be a faint counter-point to the overpowering sensation of her body growing larger. Becca was still swelling with almost unbelievable speed, and the closer she brought her miniature lover to orgasm, the more her growth seemed to be accelerating.

?That's it Sandra,? Becca continued, biting down on her lip to hold back a moan of ecstasy. Mustn't break character, now! ?It won't be long. I can tell. You're getting so little...so helpless. But don't be afraid, my little treasure. Because you'll have Big Becca here to take care of you. Oh yes Sandra, I'll take care of you, no matter how tiny you get. So go ahead. Cum for me. Cum as hard as you ever. Get as small as you want. Oh...wait...uh-oh! I think you're about to...are you? Yes...yes, you are! Oh Gods, Sandra you're about to cum...YES there you go! Aw, cum for me Sandra. That's my good little girl! Aww, my VERY little girl, te-he! You're shrinking so FAST, Sandra! No, don't close your eyes. Look how tiny you're getting! Keep coming...keep making me grow...oh Gods, YES!?

Becca felt her body burst outward in every direction, her breasts swelling like a pair of watermelons. Her feet slammed into the opposite wall, hard enough to rattle the bedroom windows. Even through the delirium haze of pleasure, Becca somehow had the wherewithal to hug her knees in to chest to keep from pushing straight through the flimsy plaster and into the next room. The bed, however, was not so lucky. All four legs snapped off in quick machine-gun succession, and with a lurch the mattress fell to the floor, landing with a loud 'clump!'

Eyes bleary with pleasure and now stroking herself with an almost burning desperation, Becca turned to look for the teensy little girl. It took her a moment but soon she spotted her, lying face down on the one small remaining patch of bed not covered by her own enormous body. Sandra was drenched in sweat and juices, barely conscious, gasping for air. She was less than teddy-bear size to her now ? one fifth Becca's own height, not even half as tall as her knee.

Yet there was one overriding thought ? the girl was still too big!

[pseudoclever]

7.

For the moment, Sandra couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead. She clung to the mattress as though anticipating some sudden shift of gravity was about to fling her off, trying to stop her body from spasming and trembling. She felt spent, wrung out, used up. For a moment she tried to lift her head, to get some perspective and maybe figure out how small Becca had shrunk her. At last she settled for opening her eyes and, with an exhausted gust of exhalation, blowing away the sweat-streaked hair that blocked her vision.

Small. God, how was it even possible to BE this small? Her bedroom door, the one she had reached in only two steps no less than an hour before, now seemed nearly thirty feet away. And if she actually managed to reach it after the dangerous drop from the bed to the floor, the knob would...well, it looked like it might be just out of her reach.

Two feet tall, then? Thinking the words brought her a little shiver of pleasure. She mouthed them. Two feet tall. And Becca, that would make her....

As if thinking the girl's name had summoned her, Sandra felt a colossal hand, one almost as large as her entire upper body, slip beneath her. She was lifted and turned, hanging limp like a rag doll, until she beheld Becca in all of her glory. The girl was the stuff of legends...perhaps thirty-five feet tall, with a body that would make any centerfold weep with jealousy. Round, perfect breasts, each bigger than Sandra. And that expression...not just hungry. Ravenous.

Her mouth spread wide in a senseless grin, Becca dangled the mini girl in front of her face. ?Hey there, my little door mouse,? Becca groaned, her voice strobing weirdly as she spoke. ?I hope you're ready for round two.? It took Sandra only an instant to put the pieces together, to realize why her roommate's words were coming out in that shaky, punctuated rhythm. The periodic flexing and relaxing of Becca's tree-trunk thick arm ? the one that WASN'T holding Sandra. The musky, almost intoxicating scent wafting through the room. The liquid sound of suction rising up from far beneath her. Becca was playing with herself...and from all indications, making quite a go of it, too.

?Becca, wait!? Sandra cried. ?I-I think I'm small enough already! You don't have to...no don't!?

Without paying the tiny thing a bit of heed, Becca turned the pint-sized girl. Now Sandra could watch her, see what she was doing to herself, and knowing she the lovely little thing was spying only fueled her fire. Slowly she began to lower her little pet to her mouth, extending her tongue eagerly toward the girl's miniscule cleft. The moment the Sandra's candy-sweet sex touched her lips, Becca let herself come. And when she felt dew-dribble of Sandra's essence hit the back of her throat, felt her growth begin to accelerate again, she had a second.

Becca's tongue danced and flicked, over, around, inside Sandra's pussy, all the while watching as the girl shrank smaller. She cried out in a tiny, impossibly cute voice, nearly lost her balance and fell from Becca's lips until the giantess brought up one long finger to steady her. Smaller and smaller the girl dwindled, gasping, moaning in earth-shattering ecstasy, while Becca continued to grow, filling the room, until she thought the whole building would collapse beneath her. Until finally, in what might be called fate, destiny, or biological coincidence, Sandra and Becca came together. They screamed, two voices merging in the air above the shattered bed, until they were one.

For a long time after that they lay together, basking in the afterglow. In the chaos of their mutual orgasm Sandra had come to rest in the soft hollow between Becca's beach ball breasts. She dozed there, luxuriating in their softness, listening to the heavy thump-thump of her lover's heart. By the time either of them considered what this sort of contact might be doing to the pocket-sized girl's stature, it was obvious that the potion had, at long last, run its course. And so they stayed that way, Becca gently stroking her newfound treasure, while Sandra playfully batted, cat-like, at her gigantic fingers.

Eventually the teensy girl sat up, and with some effort climbed to her feet. Becca reached down, scooped her up. She guessed that Sandra was still somewhat more than a foot tall, but as big as she had grown this was small enough that she could easily fit the girl in the palm of her hand. ?Guess you won't be smacking your head on any low-hanging branches any time soon, will you?? Becca asked. She brought Sandra to her lips, kissed her little stomach hard enough to send the girl sprawling back, laughing.

?I guess not,? Sandra replied. ?But trees won't be an issues for either of us unless we switch back. I'll be carried away by a hungry ally cat if I go outside looking like this. And you're too big to even make it out of the room. Set me down on the floor and I'll see if I can find the potion, okay??

Becca gingerly rolled to her side, body simultaneously brushing against two different walls and the ceiling, and carefully set mini-Sandra down on the carpet. After a few moments she heard the girl's excited squeak, and reached toward the sound until she felt her fingers touch a very, very tiny plastic bottle. Sandra jumped back onto her hand, and she lifted both prizes and set them on the bed.

Becca unscrewed the top, paused, looking at her little friend seriously. ?Okay. This is still mostly YOUR height we're messing about with. So it's still your decision. How big do you want to be? Back to normal, then? Fifty-fifty??

Sandra scratched her chin thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowed. ?How many chances do we get at this??

The giantess shrugged, balancing the bottle on the flat of one enormous thumb. ?Guessing? This, and maybe one more dose after.?

Sandra's tiny face brightened to a grin. ?Oh, good! And can I assume you still enjoy being tall? Never mind, never mind!? she giggled, as Becca nodded so vigorously that the walls shook. ?Stupid question. Alright then. For the time being, how would you like to be, say...seven feet tall??

?But, wouldn't that leave you....?

?Really, REALLY short?? Sandra finished. She beamed up at the mountain-sized girl, the girl who had shown her the truth of her own soul, who had captured her heart in the process. ?Let's just say that, for the time being, that sounds pretty darn wonderful. As long as I can be with you.?

Becca nodded, gently this time, but with no less enthusiasm. ?Always,? she whispered. And with that, she lifted the miniature girl into her lap, and drank.

A minute passed. Then two. Nothing happened.

?Um, are you sure you did it right?? Sandra asked, looking up at her roommate suspiciously.

Becca rolled her eyes. ?Drink the potion, check. Touch you, check. What else??

?I don't know,? Sandra answered, beginning to pace back and forth along the length of her girlfriend's midsection. This tickled quite a bit, but Becca didn't feel much like laughing just then. ?It's...it's like we're forgetting something.? She stopped, and whirled. ?The instructions! There was a warning on them I think, do you remember? Put me down again, I'll see if I can find them.?

The giant girl shrugged. ?Or I could just, you know....? Becca shrugged again, and made a clipped-off beckoning gesture in the direction of the hallway. The instruction sheet instantly flew through the door, where Becca caught it. She held the sheet up to her face, pinching the tiny thing between two enormous fingers. She squinted, brought it in closer, frowned. ?The print is too small,? she said, setting it down on the bed. ?Here, you read it.?

Sandra nimbly hopped off her roommate's chest, made her way to stand on the sheet of paper. The thing was almost as tall as she was, the letters each bigger than her hands. She studied it for a moment. ?Ah, here we are!? she exclaimed. ?'Warning! Non-magic users are advised not to consume SizeSwap, as exchange will be...p-permanent.'?

?PERMANENT?? Becca cried, in a voice so loud that a small cloud of dust fell from the ceiling.

Sandra held up her hand. ?Wait, don't freak out. There's more. 'In the case that this is undesirable, please write care of WWSN Marketing Division and request new EXTRA STRENGTH SizeSwap. Include ninety-nine pounds fifty pence plus shipping, allow four to six weeks for delivery....'? Sandra trailed off, sat down on the bed, covering her face with her hands. ?Okay, NOW freak out.?

?Far from it, love,? Becca replied, fixing the tiny girl with a vicious smile. ?I'll tell you what we're going to do. You and I are going to apparate down to WWSN headquarters, and you are going to watch your eleven-foot girlfriend throw the biggest, sexiest temper tantrum in the history of tantrums!?

The doll-sized girl looked up hopefully. ?Yeah? But, um...dressed like THAT?? She pointed up at Becca, barely stifling a laugh. ?Or should I say 'un-dressed like that?'?

?Fair. How about this then ? climb up on my shoulder, and help me turn this bed sheet into a toga. THEN we'll go on a rampage.?

Sandra dropped to her knees, clutching her sides as wave after wave of helpless laughter washed over her. ?Becca,? she manged, in between gasps and giggles. ?I really wish that was anywhere CLOSE to the strangest thing I've ever heard you say.?


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And there you have it. Thanks for reading everyone, hope you've enjoyed it. There's another story in the works. No snappy release date schtick this time. But I WILL tell you it's going to be in the SW section...sorry GTS fans. Until then.

[qzar9999]

Yep. Anyone genre savvy enough would know that last bit of the instructions would be important. (You can't help but wonder if WWSN did that on purpose to wring more cash out of people...)

I liked it, very sexy. Thanks for posting. And I'm glad to hear your next one will be in SW, you've written plenty of GTS stories and that forum could use a little more writing!

[Noxshade]

Hrm... no use of "Force of Will."

[pseudoclever]

Originally Posted by Noxshade

Hrm... no use of "Force of Will."

CURSES! FOILED AGAIN!!!

Put it in my new story, though. And at least the two or three other lines that are references to things that I put in every story made it in.