Audiobook - Honesty's Reward (Complete)

[qzar9999]

Now that wasn't very nice.

....er, I mean, clearly, it WAS, but...you know what I mean.

[Nom Anor]

Again, heh.

[pseudoclever]

Audio for Chapter 5:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=AAC5GKQC


No major changes to report on this one. The first half was murder to record and edit. The second half, Yogurcita got on a role, and put down about three solid minutes of audio that didn't require any editing whatsoever. A couple of times I piped up to ask her to re-read something, and was actually yelling at my past self while editing. "SHUT UP! That was GREAT!"

[pseudoclever]

Another NSFW chapter. ^^



6. Honesty's Reward


Everything, absolutely everything in the room looked bigger. I guessed that Tiffany's massage had cost me another five or six inches of height – quite a lot for a super-petite girl to lose, mind you, though it could have been much better.

Crap. Worse. I meant. Crap. What'd I say?

Tiffany laughed, a sound that I could both hear and feel as she held me between her breasts. The giant girl spun me around, setting me back on the massage table, face up. She looked me over appraisingly, clinically...in a way that made me feel like a new toy being examined the first time it's taken from its box. Finally she nodded, giving me that seductive little smirk of hers, and put her big hands on my shoulders. She squeezed gently, and began to work her way down my diminished body.

At once I realized, the back massage was over. It was time for the front.

It would've been so easy to give in, to lie back and simply enjoy all this. But no matter how small I was, no matter how good it felt, I still had my dignity. I NEEDED to fight this.

“Why?” I demanded, looking up into her enormous blue eyes. “Why did you trick me? Tiffany, it's not...it's not fair!”

The amazon girl shook her head, and placed one gigantic finger softly against my lips. “You just broke rule number one AND rule number two. You opened your eyes. AND you spoke. Naughty naughty!”

She reached for the jar of cream, which I now saw was labeled with a minus sign. I watched with mingled fascination and horror as she stirred her finger inside. “I think my precious little Sammie-Poo needs to be punished. And I know just how to do it. Going down, shorty!”

I grabbed ahold of her wrist, fighting with all my strength, but this was pointless. She overpowered me without any visible effort, and smooshed the cream against my cheek. There was instant heat, and suddenly the room was surging around me. The vinyl massage table spread wider, and Tiffany seemed to gain several inches of awe-inspiring, jaw dropping height. The smirk on her face as she watched me shrink...huge, wicked, and, I was forced to admit, incredibly sexy.

I cried out, in a voice that even to me sounded comically high-pitched. “Tiffany, no! Stop it! I...I don't WANT to shrink. I don't WANT to be....”

“Oh Samantha...don't kid a kidder. I know you too well, and I know exactly what you REALLY want. And right now, you're getting it.”

Before I had time to ask what she meant, a pair of enormous, wet lips were pressing on mine. I made no pretext of fighting her, and this was easy to rationalize. She was too powerful – a busty amazon, six and a half feet tall, and by now I was far less than two thirds her height.

So I gave in, let her have her way with me, on the pretense that the kiss was inevitable. Never mind how it felt...lips so much larger than mine, soft and sensuous against me. Forget about the sudden exaltation from that secret part of my mind that loved how much bigger Tiffany had become, and how much smaller I was now. And please, overlook the fact that, throughout it all, the words 'At last!' were echoing over and over in my head.

When our kiss ended, the giantess was still smirking. But the expression had lost its hard edge, and seemed reasonable, almost kind. “Ah, but where ARE my manners. You wanted to know why I'm doing this. It's very simple, Samantha dear. Because I like you. Because I think you're a very sexy young woman. And because I want to have you for my very own.”

I set my jaw defiantly, staring up at the woman who now appeared nine feet tall. “So what, your plan is to shrink me until I'm incapable of resisting?”

Tiffany grinned wider, bent until her luscious lips were inches from mine. “Not at all sweetie. My plan is to shrink you, until you admit you enjoy being small.”

“But...but I don't!”

“Bullshit.” She sat beside me, let out a long, deep sigh. Was she...yes, the giant girl was actually nervous! “Listen Samantha. I didn't want to have to do this. But...I'm going to tell you something, something that I've never admitted to another living soul. I...I get sexually excited by the idea...of being bigger than the people around me. Even more than that, by the idea – or in this case the actuality – of GROWING bigger. I don't know if it's a power thing or...well, I can't explain it, and I won't try.”

The giantess turned, looking deep into my eyes as I lay there on the table. “You...Samantha, you are very special to me. Over the past few months my favorite thing in the world has been watching as, day by day, you've appeared to dwindle as I've gotten bigger. It's had me thinking. Because you see, I've had this OTHER formula. The shrinking serum. And to be honest, the thought of you ACTUALLY shrinking, getting smaller and smaller in my arms, becoming utterly helpless and dependent on me...well, it's kept me up at night. I'll put it bluntly. Right now, seeing you this way – naked, lying on your back, and so beautifully, perfectly tiny...it's making me absolutely, positively DRENCHED.”

Her manner changed in an instant, became seductively predatory. The giant girl rolled to her hands and knees, prowled forward, trapped me beneath her like the little mouse I was. She was so close that I could feel her breath tickling my ear. “And I think, Samantha, that maybe you feel the same way.”

Suddenly she was standing again, back to her full, gargantuan height. “I'm right, aren't I? You ARE enjoying this?”

There it was – the question I had avoided asking myself, finally out in the open. “Tiffany....”

I sat there, not saying anything, barely even breathing for a long time. But then finally, eyes downcast in embarrassment, I nodded.

“I thought so. Good.” Tiffany reached out to me, traced one long, almost double-sized finger along the length of my cheek. “As long as we're playing twenty questions, let me ask you something else. I saw how soaking wet you were earlier...during your massage. The serum DOES have certain aphrodisiac properties, but...was there some other reason, too?”

Again I nodded, feeling a flare of heat from between my legs.

Tiffany took one of my tiny hands in hers, squeezed. “And why was that, precisely? Don't stall dear. Time is short, and if you can be truthful with me, well...honesty has its rewards.”

My voice came out, barely a whisper. “I...I get excited when...I mean, the same way you do. You've always done it to me, more than anyone else. And now, when you're so h-huge, and I'm so little....”

“I thought so.” Tiffany ran her giant fingers through my hair, then slowly, so slowly, bent and kissed me short and sweet on the mouth. Her lips completely enveloped mine for less than a second, and then they were gone. “Now I've got you here, all alone, and I'm dead-set on making you even smaller. And let me guess. The more I shrink you...the stronger that feeling gets. Is that right?”

It is possible to be so embarrassed that your entire body blushes. Did you know that? “I...ah...earlier. A part of me liked what you were doing to me. I wanted...wanted you to get bigger than me.”

She began to trace the tips and edges of my breasts, at least D-cups by now if I had been my normal size, and so, so sensitive. The strongest burst of pleasure yet shot through my diminutive frame, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at the top of my lungs.

“That's it Samantha, let it all out. You're doing SO good. But let me get this straight. Did you want to be EVEN SMALLER than you were when you came in today? Wasn't four foot nine already too little? I thought...well, didn't you just say you wanted to be BIGGER?” Tiffany let her finger slide from my breasts, drift lower, down my trim little tummy, beyond.

The heat inside me had kindled. It felt as if I had a small sun trapped between my thighs. “I think I want this more.”

“Do you really? How wonderful!” Now she was stroking the hot, tender flesh of my inner thigh. I was breathing hard, my pulse pounding fast at my temples.

“And perhaps it was just my imagination, Little One – you don't mind if I call you that, do you? Little One? I thought that earlier, you wanted me to TOUCH you while you shrank.” The tip of one enormous finger grazed feather-light against my womanhood. I felt an instant gush of wetness, and let out a sharp gasp. “Touch you here, I mean. In your tiny, little pussy.”

“Oh God Tiffany, I do! Please!”

“Of course sweetie,” she purred, but then to my dismay pulled her huge hands off me, and stood away. “But one more question first.”

Tiffany reached into the jar again, and gathered another blob of the shrinking cream. The amazon held it up, inches from my face. “Even as tiny as you are...less than four feet tall...do you want to be even smaller? Do you want to watch the world grow gigantic around you? To see me stretch taller, and taller, as you shrink into a tiny, defenseless little creature? Hmm, do you?”

Practically shaking with anticipation, I nodded a final time. I opened my mouth, and let Tiffany spread the cream across my tongue. I suckled her greedily, taking in every last drop of the delicious shrinking potion.

“There's my good little girl,” Tiffany cooed, stroking my hair delicately as the first wave of tingling came. The feeling grew stronger, spread throughout my body. First my breasts ballooned larger, as if they were slowly filling with warm honey. And then, joy of joys, I began to shrink for my lover.

Tiffany moaned softly as she watched me dwindle, and stroked my little body with more intensity. “Aw, there Samantha, there you go. It's the first time you've let yourself enjoy this, isn't it? Getting smaller...and smaller...and smaller. Well, it's okay. Remember, big sexy Tiffany is right here. Right here, to keep you warm and safe. Right here, to make sure nothing bad happens to you. Right here, to make you feel so, so good while you shrink.”

Hands each the size of a dinner plates pressed against my shoulders, eased me gently onto my back, caressed me as I grew smaller. A moment later something cold touched my stomach, and I had time to understand that Tiffany had placed a second drop of cream before thought became impossible. Her angelic face hovered above mine, getting bigger, and bigger, distorted by the strips of fog that were rising from my body.

“That's it hunnie. You like that don't you, watching me while you shrink? I know. That way you can see me grow, and you know just how small you're getting. Oh God Samantha, just think of how much bigger than you I am already. Why, I'm almost twice your height! And believe me, I'm going to make you much, MUCH smaller before we're though. Think about this too – how good do you feel, when I've barely even touched you yet? Oh no, wait. Don't. Because here, I'll give you something ELSE to think about.”

Suddenly her hands came down upon the tender swells of my still-expanding bustline. Tiffany was merciless. She pinched, she rolled. She raked me with fingernails. She licked and nibbled and placed soft butterfly kisses against the ultra-sensitive undersides of my breasts. I shrieked in ecstasy, writhing back and forth, trying to escape, but Tiffany held me with only the weight of a single hand against my tummy.

“Aw, I'm sorry baby,” she drawled, her voice syrup-sweet. “I didn't intend to do something so mean. Why, I ALMOST let you stop shrinking there for a moment. We can't have that, can we? No we can't! Little Samantha is still much, much too big! But ah, I have the cure for THAT.” This time she dipped two fingers into the jar, and spread them far apart as she coated them in shrinking cream.

“One for YOU.” For a full heartbeat I wondered what she meant, but then I felt her finger press directly against the rock hard bud of my left nipple, and immediate acid pleasure dissolved through my body. My bust swelled. My body instantly contracted inward...and Tiffany grew. I howled, my hips thrusting uselessly at the ceiling as I shrank smaller and smaller.

Through the delirium haze of pleasure, I heard Tiffany laughing. “And one for YOU.” A matching surge from my right breast, another giant pulse of shrinking, and a sudden blazing heat that threatened to burn my little body to cinders.

It was too much. I needed release! And the moment that thought pierced my mind, Tiffany was there. The smirk on her face had grown to titanic proportions. It was clear that she had passed that invisible divider, was now more than twice my height, and was only getting bigger.

“Are you ready, my little treasure? I think you are. Oh my, yes. Look at how WET I've gone and made you! Why, you must be almost out of your mind, Little One! Well, don't you worry. You're going to cum Samantha, and not just once. I'm going to make you cum with my finger, until you're too small for it to fit inside. And then? I'm going to use my big, wet tongue, and shrink you until there's nothing left.”

With only the faintest pressure she parted my little thighs, held both my knees in the air with one finger. Now my butt was pointing skyward, the most intimate part of my body completely exposed to Tiffany's curious eye. “What a pretty little morsel you make. Get ready Samantha...because...here...you...come.”

Taking both my ankles between her thumb and forefinger, she reached down with her free hand, toward my very center. And then, at long, long last, I felt her inside. One giant knuckle traced a slow, gooey line right down the middle of my pussy, spreading my lips, entering me. The twelve foot girl laughed, though not unkindly, at my tiny little shriek of pleasure. She lifted her hand, made another pass, pressing harder.

“Oh Samantha, this is everything I hoped it would be. You're so little, so helpless, and you're all mine.” She was stirring now, my juices making a slick, wet sloshing sound. Then once, just once, the giantess pushed her entire finger inside me, a finger that felt bigger than any man I had ever been with, filling me to my very brim. My cry was ear-splitting – how could so much pleasure exist in the universe? I came explosively, my body spasming, twitching and shrinking as the giant girl diddled me to the highest point of bliss in my life.

“Aw, Little One. You look so cute when you climax, did you know that? I can make you do it again, and again you know, for as long as I want. I have complete control over everything about you now, and so I don't even have to ask your permission for this. But I will anyway.”

As soon as my eyes readjusted to the light I saw what she was holding: the green bottle. “How about it, my little love? Would you like me to put some of this...inside you? You'll get so, so much smaller, Samantha. And I promise...I'll make you come once...for every little inch you lose.”

An enormous glob of the grey, sweet-smelling stuff was already on her finger, was slowly drifting toward the throbbing cleft between my thighs. “Please Sammie-Poo? Pretty please? Let big Tiffany shrink you even more. I want to be able to hold your sexy little body in the palm of my hand. You won't regret it...please?”

Trembling, I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting the giantess see everything there was to see. Then, parting my lips with both hands, I nodded eagerly. “Hurry!”

There was the sudden, sharp crunch of a key turning in a lock. The door swung open, crashing into the far wall. In the doorway stood Anthony, looking positively gigantic, surveying the scene like a character in an action movie.

Bruce Willis, Die Hard, I thought.

No one moved. I stared at him, mortified – imagine your crush catching you in a position this compromising – at just over three feet tall, spreading yourself for his boss.

Anthony looked from me, to the green plastic bottle, to Tiffany, to the goo-covered finger posed mere inches from my womanhood. His face darkened. And with a speed that I would never have suspected he possessed, he darted across the room.

Tiffany knew where he was going, tried to stop him. She lunged, but he deftly side-stepped her attack, and dove for bottle. Before either of us could say anything, even try to explain, he'd grabbed it, and dashed out its contents.

All over Tiffany.

[qzar9999]

Somehow I had a hunch something like this would happen to Tiffany before it was all said and done. Very nice, pseudo, very nice. Looking forward to the next bit.

[Nom Anor]

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[black harry]

can't wait to see turn of tables!!!

let bad Tiffany shrink into nothing!!

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 6 Audio

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=BCL7C9GP

...careful with this one. =D


Now Some Bad News:

This is, unfortunately, the last audio chapter I'm going to be able to post on-schedule for awhile. Not counting the writing, most of these have required between 6-8 labor hours to record, edit, critique and re-edit. This one took longer. I hope you'll be patient.

[insomniac]

I'm going to just... assume everyone else has been... asleep for the past 9 hours.

Gotta say pseudoclever, this story is for sure going to go down in the history books. I can't wait to read the next chapter (goddam cliffhangers!) and the audio is just sweet, sweet icing on the awesome cake.

[vid]

I haven't gotten to all of them just yet, but to both Pseudo and Yogurcita: you have accomplished a very wonderful thing here. Thank you so very much.

It's amazing you've been able to do 6 chapters, both written and voiced, so rapidly. Yes, it sucks its on a cliffhanger, but please don't rush on our account. We love it so far and know we'll love what comes next.

[pseudoclever]

Glad you guys are enjoying it thus far. And sorry about the cliff-hangers. Though I have to tell you, they're going to get worse before very long.




7. A Change of Seasons


For the first few seconds, no one moved. Anthony and I could only stare, slack-jawed, at Tiffany. The girl looked like the largest, most muscular bukkake star that had ever existed. More than twice my size, standing there with that faintly dazed expression you see on girls who have just taken a hard one to the face ? if you know what I mean.

Tiffany's cheeks, neck and chest were covered in a thick layer of greyish cream. She was trembling, her pupils suddenly much too large. Her lips parted in a soft, soundless whimper. And then, faster than I would have imagined possible, she started to shrink.

?Oh my God,? she whispered, fighting panic as her body dwindled. The girl's sleeveless tee had been skin-tight, almost to the point of circulation loss, and cut to reveal massive swaths of cleavage to anyone tall enough to actually look down her shirt. Suddenly the garment wasn't CLOSE to form-fitting. And a few seconds later, she was practically lost in it. Tiffany held her hands to her face the same way I had, probably trying to watch herself shrink. ?This...this is really happening!?

Anthony sneered. ?You're damn right it is, Miz Ardeen. A bit of your own medicine from your 'little' stock boy.? The giant turned to regard me, immediately blushed, looked away ? I hadn't thought to cover myself yet. Or, for that matter, even gotten around to closing my legs. ?Sam? Are you...I mean, are you okay? I heard somebody moaning, and I sort of assumed Tiffany was....?

?I wasn't being...tortured, if, ah, that's what you were worried about.? My voice was a mouse's squeak, coming from a tiny throat constricted with embarrassment. I gestured wildly at the shrinking girl, doing anything to take his eyes off me. ?I guess you turned the tables on her though, didn't you??

Tiffany's waist had already sunk beneath the level of the massage table, and as I watched, her belly button slipped past it as well. That mysterious steam, what I had come to think of as the essence of height, was coming off her in thick, puffy clouds. Slowly, it was filling the room with a strange, sweet-smelling fog.

And it seemed like height wasn't the ONLY thing she was losing. I had been jealous of Tiffany's body for a great many reasons, not least of which her muscular physique. Her toned gym body, her well-defined biceps and abs...they were...evaporating! She was no longer ripped, merely 'in shape.' Then less. She was...well, still as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more so. But now she had an almost willowy appearance, what someone in a less enlightened time might have referred to as 'feminine.'

She looked down at herself, watching as her body melted, growing not only smaller, but weaker as well. ?No....? she groaned. Then, much louder. ?NO!?

Tiffany wheeled, almost tripped over her too-large sandals, snarled down at Anthony. ?MONTHS of steady gain to get that height, that strength! And you've RUINED it! I'm right back to where I started at five foot ten!?

Anthony cleared his throat. ?Ah, actually I think...you might be a bit shorter than that.?

From where I was sitting it was hard to tell ? they both looked like giants to me. That, and well, let's just say that I wasn't entirely clear-headed right then. There was still that buzzing, tingling feeling from when Tiffany had stopped touching me so suddenly. It was half afterglow, half blue balls. Even so, I thought Anthony might be right. And after a few more seconds I was sure of it. She was only a few inches taller than his five foot four ? and going down fast!

Tiffany looked at her still-dwindling body, mouth agape. And when she returned her gaze to Anthony, there was fury in her eyes.

?Oh you BASTARD!? she spat. Tiffany screamed the curse a second time, charged forward, fist drawn back. Anthony drew away, raising his arm to block...too slow. The girl launched a devastating right-hook directly at his jaw ? and it sundered the air a millimeter in front of his face. The girl had been shrinking even mid-punch, and good luck for Anthony, she had misjudged the distance between them.

The force of the blow-that-wasn't was so great that it threw Tiffany off-balance. She stumbled forward, her legs tangling in the cuffs her giant pants, and she fell. If I had been in Anthony's place, I would've just gone ahead and let her hit the ground face-first ? and in retrospect, this would've saved all of us quite a bit of trouble. Really ? she was bigger than him, and despite the muscle she'd lost I'd STILL put my money on her in a fair fight.

But if Anthony didn't do what he did next...catch her, grab her by the shoulders, pull her into his arms...well, he wouldn't have been my knight in shining armor.

She fought him, teeth bared, struggling desperate in his grip. Anthony really had the tiger by the tail now ? if he let her get enough clearance to throw a punch, he was in for it big time. Yet every second it was getting easier...Tiffany shrinking in his grasp...two inches taller than him...one...and getting weaker all the time. The cuffs of her shirt slid down her arms, the waistband of her pants drifted lower. They were the same height for a moment...and wonder of wonders, now she was looking up at him.

?I hate you! I hate you!? she cried, though her voice seemed to have lost some of its raging edge. Her face was flushed, sweat dripping from her bangs. Her breath came in ragged, panting gasps. This was from the struggle, partly. But I knew from personal experience there was another reason ? the shrinking gel had certain mood-altering effects, and tended to make a person pretty excitable ? not to mention open to certain types of suggestion.

And with that understanding, I knew there might be a way to save this yet.

?Hey Tiffany, quit your bitching for a sec.?

I stood up on the massage table, actually tall enough this way to stare the both of them down. My arms were crossed, a sarcastic little smirk on my face. ?Yeah, listen. There was a time not so long ago when I was in your shoes. Remember? I thought the only thing I wanted in the world was to get bigger. Then you shrank me, against my will. I said I didn't want it and ? any of this ringing a bell? You just laughed. Why? Because you KNEW me. And you told me to be honest with myself. Now I'm asking the same of YOU.?

They were both staring at me. Anthony, eyes shining. Tiffany, face squelched in a glare, perhaps three inches shorter than him by now, still shrinking. I was vaguely conscious that I was no bigger than a three year old girl, and clad in nothing but my birthday suit. Perhaps I should have been embarrassed. I wasn't.

?Look Tiffany ? whether it's what you want or not...you're shrinking. Face it. You're already shorter than the vast majority of girls. And unless I very much miss my guess, you're going to get a lot smaller before long. And since there's nothing you can do about it anyway, you might as well be honest. Do you hate Anthony for shrinking you? And more importantly...do you hate THIS??

Tiffany's eyes swam, a near-infinite series of conflicting emotions playing across her face. She looked back and forth from my miniature form, up into Anthony's eyes, craning her neck higher to do so each time. Her formally tight pants dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Her shirt dangled all the way to her knees and beyond, almost small enough that her shoulders could slip through the collar. And still she shrank.

By the time she spoke, her head was beneath the bridge of Anthony's nose. Her voice was calm, even. With everything that was happening to her, the control this must've required spoke of a tremendous strength of will. ?Your logic is backward, Samantha. What does it matter, whether I hate this or not, if there's nothing I can do about it? Either way, I'll just have to deal with it.?

She turned, the ghost of that old smirk on her smaller face, and looked to Anthony ? now dwindling past the level of his chin. ?You DO understand the nuances of what she just said, yes? The part where she was lambasting me for the fictional crime of lying to myself, the way SHE did? And so you know what you interrupted. Samantha over there LOVED getting smaller, and more, the way I was touching her while she shrank. You weren't defending her honor when you burst in here like an idiot. She WANTED to be tiny.?

?You're lying,? Anthony told the shrinking girl, speaking flat. He shot me a glance, blushing again at my nudity. ?Isn't she??

I hesitated. Sighed. ?No Anthony, she's not.? I began to climb down the side of the massage table, waving him away when he moved to help. It was pretty difficult, given my miniature size and the way my newly enlarged breasts were throwing off my center of gravity, but I made it okay. The floor was cold under my feet, the ceiling high, so high...and Tiffany and Anthony absolutely towered over me. Still I moved bravely, stood at his feet and looked up at my crush with all the dignity I could muster.

?Anthony, I like...no, I LOVE being small. More than that, I love being SHRUNK. Tiffany was right about everything. I enjoyed what she was doing to me before you came in...both the shrinking and...the touching.?

?Are you....? He paused, swallowing hard. ?Clarify. Are you trying to tell me that you like shrinking, or that you like...Tiffany? Is she part of this package too??

?No! I mean yes she is, but...God, you have to believe me here, because....? I trailed off, trying to think of an elegant way to say this, failed. My heart was pounding, the flare of embarrassment hot on my face ? and the gargantuan size of the man I was addressing wasn't helping either. Anthony looked easily ten feet tall now, and that age old desire of mine was starting to come to life again, making me weak in the knees.

?Samantha. What. Are you trying. To say.?

The words were forced from me, almost violently. ?Anthony, I like you more!?

His eyes went wide, body going slack. ?You...?? And that was all he said.

If you're going through hell, for God's sake keep going. ?Yes Anthony, I do. So look, it all comes down to you. I've known...I mean I think that you like me too and...all I need to know is....? I gestured at my shrunken little body, threw up my hands. ?...how do you feel about THIS??

He only looked at me, his expression impossible to read. His mouth closed slowly, the sound of his teeth coming together an audible 'click' in the silence. And that silence lasted so long that I began to count it. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...all the while feeling like a tiny little moron for baring my heart like this. What had I been THINKING?

It was on twelve-one-thousand when he took a deep breath, when he ran his fingers through his short hair, shaking his head miserably. He opened his mouth to speak.

And in that moment I felt a huge hand come down on my shoulder. I looked far, far up into the face of Tiffany Ardeen. Not as big and menacing as she'd been ten minutes ago, but from my vantage point at least, much, MUCH larger than when I'd walked into her shop the day before. She was perhaps four feet tall now, looked closer to eight from where I was standing, and had apparently stopped shrinking for the moment.

?Alright both of you, enough of that,? she said, with the air of a school teacher who is tired of watching two students bicker. ?I'll tell you how we're going to handle this situation.? She turned, arm wrapped protectively around me, and pointed up at Anthony. ?YOU, Mr. Spielman, are about to have two lovely, if rather petite ladies as house guests. This will likely continue for the foreseeable future, while Samantha and I recover enough height in order to make ourselves presentable.? She stopped, glared up at him evilly. ?I TRUST that you have no objections to this arrangement??

Anthony laughed, though there was some nerve in the sound. The girl was shorter than his armpit, but she still apparently scared the bejesus out of him. ?I suppose not, no. My place is a little messy at the moment, but....?

?Good,? the little giantess interrupted. Tiffany looked down, bent to one knee, and surprised nearly three years off my life by pulling me into a hug. ?Thank you for talking me down, sweetie,? she whispered, low enough that only I could hear.

?Any time,? I replied in kind, struggling to put down the powerful twinge of excitement I felt as the much larger girl pressed her naked body against me. Now wasn't the time.

She stood, once again addressed Anthony. ?Get us anything you can find that we can dress ourselves in. I'll pack some growth serum, and later tonight we'll take our first dose.? Tiffany glanced at the clock. ?And for God's sake, who's minding the front counter? It's almost five o'clock. We'll be getting our evening rush any minute!?

[pseudoclever]

Current Heights:
Tiffany - 4ft
Samantha - 3ft 1in

...and just a heads up, they're going to stay in that range for the next couple chapters. Hopefully some of the things that happen to them at that size will hold your interest until the shrinking starts again.



8. Backseat Driving


It was a couple hours after dark when Anthony led two pygmy girls from the backdoor of Ardeen Nutrition, into the alley. The night was frigid, the kind of mid-winter evening where the sky is so clear that there seems to be nothing between you and outer space. Our giant chauffeur had his car waiting, and already warmed for us. That was a good thing.

Tiffany and I were dressed in the only thing we could find in the store that fit us ? promotional terrycloth athletic towels, each stamped with the name and logo of a well-known jogging shoe manufacturer. They were small, even for us ? barely more than hand towels. It took six of them to cover Tiffany to the point of decency, and five for me: two tied around my waist, three more to wrap around my ample bosom. They were fitted essentially like bikinis, and it would be an understatement to call them revealing. Legs exposed, tummies showing, and more than a little cleavage in view (okay technically I guess for us it WAS a little cleavage, but work with me here.) We looked pretty damn cute, honestly, but the outfits were no protection at all against the cold. In the few seconds we spent outside, my teeth were already beginning to chatter, and my hands and feet had lost all feeling.

Tiffany and I sat in the backseat, riding along in silence. Anthony had briefly suggested that, as short as we were, state regulations required that we both use booster seats. He'd even gone so far as to offer to go out and buy a couple. Tiffany and I had only glared, a mutual expression of death in our eyes, until he dropped the subject.

Now though, I almost regretted it. At my size I was too short to even see out the window, and I sat there, feeling completely isolated. With nothing else to watch, I watched Tiffany. The girl was a foot taller than me ? big enough that she DID have a view ? and she sat staring wistfully out at the passing scenery, a brooding expression on her face. I could see her in profile, soft womanly features illuminated by the occasional traffic light or passing car's headlamp. And it was strange and confusing, knowing how small she had become, yet unable to shake the feeling that I was looking up at an eight-foot amazon beauty.

As I studied her, I thought back on her confession...how she shared my secret desire to measure herself against the world. Not that it had been much of a surprise, mind you. I'd known for a long time that the girl had a size fetish. What I HADN'T known...was that she was also obsessed with me.

But even that bit of information paled in comparison to what I'd learned about myself. Not only that I welcomed her affections, but that I wanted to welcome them at the SMALLEST size possible. I found my mind drifting, remember how it felt when I'd been shrinking with her ? no, shrinking FOR her. I couldn't help imagining the rough texture of her hands against my dwindling body, the blissful sensation of a giant girl touching me in all the right places.

When she turned suddenly, and caught me staring, my heart instantly jumped into my throat. ?Yes Samantha dear? Can I help you??

A hot flush of embarrassment spread down my neck, and I only hoped it was dark enough in the car that she couldn't see. ?I, ah...was just wondering....?

The tiny giantess turned, her entire body slowly coming around to face me. She bent in a sensuous way, bringing her face down to my level. ?You were wondering?? The way she said it, the set of her shoulders, the look in her eye...God, could Tiffany ACTUALLY read my mind?

I panicked, blurted out the first thing that came to mind, speaking way too fast. ?Uh Tiffany, how come the shrinking cream made your muscles smaller, but it didn't do the same to me??

Her eyes widened. Tiffany glanced down at her mostly exposed body, at the sleek softness of her arms and stomach, where before there had been the hard lines and ridges of a female body builder. A brief expression of chagrin passed over her face. Then she gave me a dirty look, said nothing.

?It's, I mean...it's not like you look BAD this way! In fact I ah, think it makes you look kind of girlish and vulnerable, or it would if you weren't so huge. Huge compared to me, that is! You look sexy, and I'm sorry if I touched on a sore subject, but....?

?You think I look...sexy this way? Even this small and...w-weak?? She seemed both surprised and pleased.

I nodded eagerly, trying to smooth over my little faux pas. ?Definitely! I mean you aren't small to ME anyway and...like, you always had this way of getting my blood pumping, and now I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you!?

?Hey, trying to watch the road here you guys,? our ten-foot driver called. ?You're making it tough to concentrate.?

?Sorry, Anthony! So, um, Tiffany...do you know why the cream worked that way, or....?

?I'm not certain, but I might have a guess. The growth serum, you see...it makes you a little stronger every time you use it.? The girl paused, tugging on one of her pigtails in thought before throwing it back over her shoulder with a little flick of her head.

I sat patiently, waiting for her to continue.

?I should say, it makes you a LOT stronger. More than you would ever hope to get naturally, how matter how much effort you put in. So at a certain point, when I was already in the best shape of my life, I didn't bother working out anymore.?

?Oh, I see! So, what the cream giveth, the cream taketh away? And since you hadn't been working for it, the shrinking cream put you where you would have been naturally after all that idle time.?

The larger girl shrugged. ?So it seems.?

I nodded sympathetically. ?That's too bad. But well, I guess I understand why you quit going to the gym. As big as you were, six foot six with boobs with size of your head...it must've been humiliating. I can imagine, you dressed in a sports bra and short-shorts, and all those people staring....?

Tiffany giggled, and put a large, surprisingly warm hand on my shoulder. ?What? No! I loved THAT part of it. Everyone in the room watching me, wondering how tall I was, feeling them undress me with their eyes. You're an attractive woman Samantha, so you must know the feeling. The pent up sexual desires of every person in the room, all focused on you. Each and every one of them wondering just what they'd have to do to get you in bed.?

From the front seat, Anthony gave a long, drawn-out sigh. ?Seriously you two. This is starting to be a problem.?

?The trouble was, I didn't have to work for the muscle tone, OR the attention. The growth serum took care of the former, and as for the latter....? Tiffany leaned in, worryingly close. Her hand slid down, off my arm, onto something much more interesting. ?For the latter...I had you.?

?Me?? Looking up at the giant girl suddenly made me feel much, much smaller than three feet. The effort it took to fight off my body's reaction to that feeling took almost all my willpower.

Tiffany grinned wickedly, unbuckling her seatbelt. She glided across the seat toward me, pressing her giant frame against my little body. ?Yes, you. Those looks you gave me in the shop, Samantha. The way you'd check out my goods when you thought I couldn't see. And that delightful twinkle in your eyes when I told you how much I'd grown. My God, you were a treasure!?

I needed off this subject, and FAST. I groped blindly for a new topic (as she groped me) and picked perhaps the worst one possible. ?Um, but here's another thing I don't understand. The growth cream made your boobs bigger. The shrinking cream made MY boobs bigger. So how come your tits are still exactly the same size??

The giant girl smirked, and ran the tips of her fingers slowly down the long curve of my cleavage. ?Samantha...at my normal size, I was a fifty...four...F. Do you really think my breasts need an improvement??

I gasped as she gave me a surprise little squeeze, replied through clenched teeth. ?No, but...the idea of your boobs getting bigger is...kind of a turn-on.?

?I will pull this car over!? Anthony was stopped at a red light, and he turned in his seat to glare at us.

?And what, give Samantha and I a spanking?? Tiffany winked.

His eyes went wide. He looked from me, to the tiny little amazon with her hands down the front of my bikini. ?Buh??

?Yes Anthony, why don't you give us BOTH a good, hard paddling? We've been very, very naughty girls.? Tiffany sat up tall, leaned forward, reached her tiny hand out to him....

And then as suddenly as a cat pouncing on its unsuspecting prey, she gave him a good hard rap on the nose. ?MISTER Spielman, your female passengers require privacy. Eyes forward. Or else.?

Anthony gave me the evil eye, seemed to ignore my silent look of apology. Then, gingerly rubbing his nose, he obeyed.