By Nomdreserv

"What are you doing here?" David demanded.

Jessica pretended to be hurt as she drove them away. "Is that any way to thank me? Looks like I just saved you from some serious butt-kicking."

David tried to look indifferent. "I was OK."

She laughed. "Sure you were, short-stuff. Anyway, Barb called to ask me to pick you up. Guess you weren’t having much fun, huh? Or was there just too much competition?"

He glowered. "Barb didn’t say she was calling you. I assumed she’d send a cab."

"Now, why would she do that? Especially with me just sitting at home working on my calculations to refine my new potion? I can’t wait to incorporate the data we’re getting from your changes. How short are you now, anyway?"

"That’s none of your business."

She shrugged. "I’ll just find out from Barb later. Suit yourself. But, you know…" A long pause to tantalize him. "If I had enough details and data now, I might be able to make that antidote a little sooner."

He sat up. "How soon?"

Another shrug. "Tonight, maybe. Depends on the rate of shrinking and what it’s doing. I’d have to run some tests."

"What would you need to do?"

A cautious, considering look. "Some careful measurements. Height, body proportions, stuff like that. If you knew how much you shrank your last time, that would help a lot."

He hesitated. "Would it really get me back to normal faster?"

She smiled. "David, I promise to make you …er, this as short as possible."

They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they got to their parking lot, David’s heart jumped in fear. There stood a familiar, beat-up van.

"Oh God," he moaned, sinking down in his seat. Luckily, at his size, he was completely invisible from outside.

"What’s wrong?" Jessica asked, looking towards him, then the van. She saw some people inside, watching the building.

"Some girls I, um, ran into at the mall. They must have followed me."

"Why would they do that?" she asked in genuine surprise.

"How the hell should I know?" he snapped back, trying to cover his fear and the truth. "To torment me some more, probably." An inspiration. "They might ruin your secret experiment if they see me even smaller. We’ll have to come back later."

Jessica paused, obviously considering and looking a little suspicious. "Pretty weird that they’d go to all this trouble just to tease you. Let me talk to them."

"NO! Wait! I…"

Too late, Jessica was out the door and on her way. David didn’t dare follow her, so he scrunched down even further in the passenger seat. He heard some low voices, but was afraid to look out to see what was happening. The minutes seemed to crawl by as the voices went back and forth, then surprisingly turned to laughter. He heard an engine start. After what seemed an eternity, the driver’s door suddenly opened. David half expected to see Val or Maria standing there triumphantly, but it was just Jessica smiling. He looked fearfully behind her and saw the van was gone.

"What happened?" he asked eagerly.

"We talked," Jessica answered noncommittally. "You were right, they were looking for you. Funny they knew where to find you, wasn’t it? I admitted I knew you, but told them you had moved away because you were so sick of people making jokes about your height. I told a couple myself, just to make it sound good. We all had a good laugh, and they went away when I said I didn’t know where you had gone."

David felt a mixture of relief and suspicion.

"And that’s all?"

Jessica looked at him expectantly. "Of course. Should there be anything else?"

"No, no," David answered hurriedly. "They were just so…mean," he finished lamely, obviously not explaining his panic reaction.

They went in to David and Barb’s apartment. David used a towel to cover his face and upper body, hoping to shield discovery from the neighbors, while Jessica used her spare key to open the door. Once inside, she carefully locked it again, then turned with another smile.

"OK, let’s get going."

David suddenly felt nervous being confronted with the seemingly friendly greeting. Perhaps it had something to do with her size – even Jessica was close to two feet taller than him now, and his eyes were pretty much at chest level. Was it his imagination, or were her nipples sticking out a lot more? She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra. Perhaps it had something to do with the almost predatory smile she wore. Or, perhaps, it was the measuring tape she had unobtrusively produced. Men can be understandably nervous if they suspect a woman is openly checking them for size.

"Um, let me change," he stalled, heading for the bedroom. He went to lock the door, only to realize that the lock was useless after Barb’s earlier show of strength. Instead, he called hoping to forestall her. "I’ll be right back."

He stripped off the still wet shirt and suit, then looked for something that might even be close to his size, stretching on his tiptoes to look at his closet shelves. A chuckle behind him made him jump.

"Aww, aren’t you cute," Jessica smirked. "Look at that little, tiny tush."

David turned and clamped his hands to hide his behind, then spun round again when he realized with a blush what he was exposing instead. Jessica had already zeroed in there before he could hide, and her smile became even broader.

"Not bad, especially in proportion," she assessed.

"What are you doing in here?" David demanded in his increasingly shrill voice.

"The door was open," she shrugged. "I figured I’d save us some time."

"Well, get out!" he ordered, ducking into the closet and grabbing an oversized robe that covered him like a blanket. "Let me get dressed first."

"Why bother?" she asked. "You’ll just have to strip again. I need to check everywhere, David."

"You never said that," he growled. "I thought you were just going to check my height."

"That’s just one factor," she explained patiently. "We need to measure you all over to determine how the shrinking is progressing and evaluate the relative mass to linear changes. Otherwise, we won’t know what phase you’re in." A coaxing smile. "I mean, come on. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. I am a physiologic scientist after all. Just pretend you’re at a doctor’s visit."

He stepped out of the closet uncertainly, wearing the robe that trailed the floor, the sleeves completely covering his hands. She laughed at the comical sight, making him blush. "How about something just a little less cumbersome," she suggested. "So I can measure your arms and legs more easily."

He agreed, and reluctantly changed into a T-shirt that came to knee level, remaining bare beneath since nothing else would stay on. Jessica led him over to the bed and ostentatiously picked up a handheld tape recorder and her measuring tape.

"Why don’t you get on the bed so I can reach you more easily. I hate bending over."

He grumbled at her demands, and hated seeing her smirk as he hoisted himself onto the bed like a little kid. A second before he made it, he felt her hand on his bottom.

"Hey!" he piped, flushing and turning angrily.

"Sorry. Looked like you needed a hand."

"Well, I don’t ," he snorted. "I’m perfectly capable of everything a normal man can do."

She cocked an eyebrow at his groin region.

"Is that a proposition."

"Shut up and get this over with." He was acutely aware that even standing on the bed, he was barely taller than she was.

She shrugged. "Subject: David. Third day after exposure to a 30 mg dose," she dictated. "Subject has experienced ejaculation…how many times, David?"

A pause. "Um, I’m not sure. Five? Six?"

"My, you have been a busy boy," she smirked. "Let’s say six." A wink. "Subject is currently…49 inches in height." David’s heart sank – he was barely 4 feet tall. "That represents approximately a 36% reduction from baseline. Subject’s biceps circumference is…6 inches. Baseline is unknown, but it should be noted that the subject’s upper arm looks as weak and small as a little girl’s." She paused, looking him teasingly in the eye. "No offense."

"None taken," David lied, muttering.

She continued measuring. "Thigh circumference is 12 inches. Leg length is…"

She was running her hands over his thighs and calves to measure them, and despite his discomfort and feelings towards her, he began to respond just as most men would when a woman was caressing his upper thighs. A small tent appeared in his shirt. Jessica smirked.

"And what have we here? You want me to see if you measure up there too?"

His cheeks flushed red.

"Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not. It’s…I mean, I’m not…it’s that stupid drug working. I seem to be hard all the time."

"Naturally. How else could we be sure of the transfers? Besides, what else are men good for?"

The question seemed to be rhetorical, but before he could answer, she had started to lift his shirt.

"Hey!" he protested, pushing her hands away.

"Oh don’t be so modest," she said in exasperation. "I’m a doctor, after all."

"A Ph.D.," he pointed out.

"Close enough," she shot back. "And I need to know if the shrinking is symmetric."

"It is," he said, tight-lipped, hands holding his shirt down tightly.

She looked at him coolly and appraisingly, especially at his small hands, then she calmly reached out and grabbed them. Before he knew what had happened, David found both his hands held up by one of hers, and the next second, his shirt was being pulled off.

"I don’t have time for this nonsense," she said tartly. "Hold still."

David did anything but, though his voice was muffled at first by the shirt over his head. As he pulled it free, he glared at her murderously. She was examining his persistent erection with obvious interest, and not paying the least attention to him otherwise, in particular to the way he clenched his fists. He swung and knocked her hand away.

"Fuck off!" he spat. "This is over."

Jessica looked at his calmly, rubbing her hand. His full strength swing had actually stung a little. When he started to turn away, she grabbed him roughly, spinning him around.

"Oh no, little man, it isn’t. Not until I say so."

All of David’s rage was freed at last, and he let loose. Unfortunately, when he swung again, she blocked his fist and held it easily. When the other shot forward to free its mate, she immobilized it as well. To her surprise, however, the kick that followed caught her full in the chest, actually making her gasp.

The backhand that he received in return sent him sprawling.

"Still the same, arrogant male superiority, huh?" she asked angrily. "Men always think violence is an answer, maybe because they’ve had millions of years with the luxury of being stronger. Well, face it, Davey, that won’t work anymore. It won’t work for you, and pretty soon, it won’t work for any other man either. Look at you – you barely come up to my boobs. You’re the size of child, and probably even weaker than a normal child, and yet you still think you’re the boss, just because you have a cock." She looked at the appendage in question disparagingly. "Though it’s not a particularly impressive one any more, is it?"

He reddened again.

"Fuck you," he snarled, starting to roll away.

She immediately grabbed him.

"An excellent idea. I’m tired of just seeing the effect secondhand anyway."

He paled a little, especially feeling the strong grip that held his arms.

"Don’t be ridiculous," he said, his voice betraying his fear. "You wouldn’t dare."

"Oh relax," she said, her voice softer. "I was just kidding."

He sighed in relief, until the sigh turned into a grunt as she suddenly jumped onto the bed, knocking him flat and trapping his legs under her lower body.

"Besides, you’re not worth fucking. I think a handjob is as much as you get."

"Jessica!" he shouted. "What the hell…"

His arms were caught again, and to his chagrin, he saw that she could restrain them both with one hand. His lower body was completely pinned, and he twisted helplessly under her weight.

"Oh calm down," she sneered. "This is just for science." She was holding the tape measure up next to his penis. "Hmm, about 5 inches. Not bad. I bet you used to be pretty well hung."

David struggled fiercely but uselessly. Even a normal woman’s strength was far beyond his own at this size. At least he saw with satisfaction that his cock was softening. Jessica looked disappointed.

"Now, David, don’t fight me like this. Hmm…oh dear, down to 4 inches and getting a little soft. Hell, I probably couldn’t even feel you at this point. Good thing we’re not going all the way, lover."

"You bitch," he snarled. "Wait until Barb finds out what you’re doing. She’ll take you apart, AND end this whole fucking project."

Jessica seemed contemplative. Far from being scared, she seemed almost amused.

"Maybe," she admitted. "If she finds out."

"What do you mean ‘if’?" he demanded in disbelief. "I’m going to tell her everything the moment she gets home. You are done and gone, Jessica."

"I don’t think so," Jessica drawled, speculatively beginning to stroke his wilting cock. To David’s chagrin and her delight, it immediately started to firm up, the potency of the aphrodisiac overwhelming his natural disgust at his situation and her. "I don’t think Val or Maria would like it if we start telling on each other. And they’ve got quite a story to tell, don’t they?"

David froze.

"Wh…what are you talking about?"

"That got your attention, I see," Jessica said with satisfaction. "Oh yes, they had quite a lot to say about you. You were quite the naughty boy, weren’t you?" She toyed with his cock playfully, noting with pleasure his increasing response and discomfort at her attentions. "And, as if cheating on Barb wasn’t enough, to do it with underage girls. David, I’m shocked. Truly shocked."

"But…but..it wasn’t like that. They…" he spluttered, severely shaken. Despite his dismay, his cock still continued to harden under her touch.

"Oh, you can say whatever you want," she dismissed his protests coldly. "They’ve got their story down quite well. Even if Barb did listen to you, I doubt the police will. You are in serious trouble little man. Do you have any idea how you’d fare in prison as a 4 foot tall child molester?"

"Please, Jessica." All his anger and hostility evaporated in his desperation. "You have to believe me. It isn’t what they said. They forced me."

She smiled. "Yeah, and who would believe that from a man?" A short, bitter laugh. "And yet, for once, it’s true. Just look at your little woody here." She pulled her hand away to display his erection in all its 5 inch glory. "As unhappy and frightened as you are, and all it takes is a few brushes from my fingers to make you helpless and ready." An intimidating stare as she started to toy with his member again. Her technique was unarguably expert, and David was already feeling uncomfortable at the intensity of the stimulation. She was very, very good with her hands. "And you are helpless, you know. Feel the excitement building already? Such a hard little cock on your helpless little body. Does this turn you on, Davey? Do you like having a big strong woman control you like this?"

"No, no," he whimpered, twisting again, his erection bobbing comically and accusingly.

"I think you do," she cooed. "All men do. Or will. Helpless and at the mercy of their ever stronger partners. Just look at how hard you are. I think you love the touch of my big, strong fingers on your little cock."

"No," he protested even less convincingly.

"No? You don’t like this?" she demanded, running her fingers lightly around the shaft and his scrotum, teasing the peanut-sized balls within. He moaned despite himself. "Or this?" She closed her hand around the shaft and began softly stroking the entire length. Even in this situation, David was sufficiently self-conscious and proud to feel a pang of extra embarrassment at how easily her hand could encompass his cock. At his normal size, his cock would have been twice the size of her hand. Now, he could barely see it when she held it. Even so, he involuntarily began moving his hips to match her caresses, obviously becoming lost in the pleasure.

Her eyes sparkled. "It works even better than I imagined. This is amazing. Look at you – completely lost in lust despite knowing what will happen, and who’s doing it to you. You’re pathetic, you know that?"

"No," he whined. "Stop. I won’t…"

"Won’t what?" she pounced. "Come? Oh, Davey, please. As if you had a choice. If you could only see yourself like this. So small, so weak, and almost begging me to take more."

"No, please," he gasped, feeling the first stirrings within his groin.

She could see his body tensing, and he expected her to finish him off quickly, but instead, she suddenly stopped the rapid stroking and began a lazy caress up and down his shaft with one finger. It felt exquisite, but wasn’t enough to drive him to climax. Instead, the pleasure was near torture, as his body hovered on the brink of orgasm.

"My, you are hard," she breathed sexily. "The only part of your body that still feels hard. How delightful. More than ever, your cock controls you, just like it will for everyone else. Only now, it won’t be a free ride anymore, will it? Men are so used to sex without consequences, but from now on, they’ll never know what it will cost them to come. You do, and yet you’re still ready to juice my hand. You are close now, aren’t you, David? Very close. I can feel it. It must be just awful to feel this close and not be able to come. I can feel your little cock twitching every time I touch it. Maybe I’d better stop."

"No!" he shouted, wildly, then caught himself. "I mean…yes. I mean…no. Not when I’m this…I mean…" His cock was throbbing, begging for her renewed attention. He was on fire and beyond reason. He tried to reach it himself, but his arms were still immobilized by her other hand.

"You mean you want me to continue?" she asked, all wide-eyed innocence. "But what would Barb say? And after all, you did beg me to stop. I’m such a bad girl, aren’t I? Well, I’m sorry. I’ll stop immediately. And I wouldn’t want you doing something you’d regret. Why don’t I just sit here and make sure this subsides on its own? It probably won’t take more than an hour." She reached out to lightly stroke the shaft again, making David moan hopelessly. "Oh, I’m so sorry. I should stop doing that, shouldn’t I? So helpless. Poor little man. A slave to his cock, just like all of them." She touched it again. "Still so hard. I don’t think this is going away on its own. Dear me, you look quite uncomfortable. Should I keep touching you, Davey?"

"Yes. No. I don’t…" he gasped, nearly out of his mind as she somehow kept him stimulated just to the brink of orgasm. "Please…"

"Please what, Davey?" she asked, again all apparent innocence.

He was so far gone in his lust and need for release that he couldn’t think straight.

"Please, do it. Let me….aahhhh…let me…" he managed desperately, still on the brink.

"Let you what? Come? Even though you’ll get smaller?" she demanded. "Are you sure you know what you’re doing? Do you want to be even smaller, little man?"

David didn’t care. Hadn’t they said it was all reversible anyway?

"Yes, yes," he gasped. "Let me come!"

Her smile and triumph lit her face.

"No."

"What?" he screamed, twisting. "Let me go. I have to come."

"Not until you beg me," she said with glistening, hungry eyes.

"Wh...what?" He thought he must have misheard her.

"Beg me, Davey. Beg me to take your size. Beg me to let you come."

"N…no," he stammered, before another languid stroke made his cock scream.

"Beg me. Knowing it will make me strong, and even more dominant over your pathetic body. Knowing that it will make you even smaller and more helpless. Beg me to take your strength, Davey."

"No, I’ll…OOHHH!" Another stroke designed for maximum stimulation without letting him climax. It was obvious Jessica had practiced this technique, perhaps just for this purpose. "Please, Jessica!"

"Say it, Davey. Tell me how big you want me to get."

"Please. Let me come."

Another stroke that made his body scream. He was sweating and shaking in his need.

"Say it, Davey."

"Please, Jessica," he begged in his pitifully high voice, his last shreds of resistance and dignity crumbling together. I want to make you big. I want to make you huge. Please take my strength." He was all but crying as he choked the lines out, both out of desperation and humiliation. "I want to be smaller. I want to make you strong with my cum. You can do whatever you want to me. Just make me come."

"Good boy," Jessica smirked, and at last took hold of his twitching cock once more in her palm, closing her fingers around the shaft in an almost greedy anticipation. With just a few deft strokes, David was screaming again, this time in a climax that made his body bounce and shake uncontrollably.

Jessica watched him clinically as he erupted, but then looked at the cum that drenched her hand expectantly. She rubbed it between her fingers, releasing David to his moans and continued shaking, then gasped as she felt a rush of warmth in her hand. The warmth and a secondary tingle swept up her arm, even as the cum disappeared into her skin, then swept into the center of her body, producing an overwhelming sense of power and euphoria. Her whole body stretched and swelled, her limbs and muscles experiencing the sort of gratified bliss one gets after a good workout, but one that in this case filled her whole body with a new vitality. Her nipples stood out abruptly as her breasts swelled, and she felt the wave take on a sexual tone that made her very warm in a different place. She moaned in answer to David, even as she suddenly felt her body explode with the stolen power.

They both looked at her body as David’s strength flowed into her, he in horror and despair, she in awed delight. Her breasts had grown a full cup size and overflowed her bra, but even more impressive was the other development in her upper body. Her shirt rose up from her waist, exposing a suddenly taut stomach with barely defined ridges. She began to bend and stretch her arms experimentally. It looked like she was flexing her biceps, but instead of bulging briefly and relaxing, they stayed swollen, bulging larger and larger with each bend, soon giving her the noticeable muscles of a dedicated weight trainer. Her pants felt tighter and tighter as her legs lengthened and thickened, and she finally stood up, ignoring David as he rolled gratefully away from her heavy weight.

"Look at this!" she said in wonder, as her pants crept up her legs, half exposing muscled calves. She grunted and flexed her stomach, bursting the button and forcing the zipper down as the waist dug into her. The jeans immediately dropped lower on her wider hips, exposing even more of her newly muscled abdomen, but still felt too tight. "Aw, the hell with it," she murmured, pulling off the too small pants with some difficulty. They both stared in awe at the incredibly powerful thighs that were exposed – still womanly, but with thick swells of muscle that matched the hard diamonds of her calves. Her legs were sleek, strong, sculpted and gorgeous.

"My God, look at me," she repeated awestruck, and with a now noticeably deeper voice. She held her arms up in a double biceps pose that raised tennis ball sized muscles where there had been nothing before. "I’m a fucking amazon!"

It was true. She already looked bigger and stronger than Barb had after a year working out with her weights, and it was obvious the effect had been much greater this time than it had with Barb. She was as fit and stacked as any woman David had ever seen at the gym.

And all with his muscles.

He felt the anger and shame overwhelm him as his reason finally returned after his sexual satiation. He glared at her hatefully.

She noticed and smirked.

"Aw, is wittle Davey all mad because big, bad Jessica made him come?" She walked slowly to the bed, reveling in her new size. She was now taller then him, even when he stood on the bed, and David cowered unconsciously at her newly daunting physique.

And even so, his cock twitched slightly in happy response.

She saw it and laughed in a rich, deep voice.

"Unbelievable. And he’s ready for more. I guess I’m pretty good, huh?"

David shouted in rage and swung at her. His fists hit with full force – and did nothing at all.

"Wow," she said, watching him pummel her helplessly. "Is that really how weak you are, or are you trying to be nice?"

He swung at her face, and she blocked the blow effortlessly. His knuckles sang in pain from where he’d hit her hard forearm. She easily grabbed his arm and pulled him close, her breath hot in his face. "Are you trying to make me angry, Davey?" she asked almost hopefully.

He quailed.

"No," he replied meekly as he felt her fingers dig into his soft arm.

She released his arm, sending him sprawling back.

"That’s better." She stretched and watched her muscles swell, glorying in her new body. "I can’t believe I waited this long to try this for myself. This feels incredible." Her shirt tore, but she just laughed at the evidence of her strength. "My God! I’m going to make a fortune with this. And the world…" A pause as she read his fear. "Well, the world’s never going to be quite the same, is it?"

"They’ll never let you get away with his," he cried, near tears again.

"Why not?" she demanded. "Who’s going to stop me? You?" He backed away involuntarily as she loomed closer. "Ha! Not likely. One word from you and you’re a divorced predator in prison, little man. Your young girlfriends and I struck up a nice acquaintance. In fact, they’re going to test my first samples of the new drug in its dilute form. Did you know it mixes into a stable compound with simple lipstick? Can you think of a more perfect delivery system than a sweet kiss from a pretty girl? My God, the men will be begging for it! It’s delicious. Their boyfriends are going to become very confused over the next week or so." A scornful look. "You’d just better hope Barb decides to give you back any of your size at all. I know I’m not losing any of mine."

"Others will stop you," David insisted desperately.

"Probably. Eventually. But by the time people realize what’s happening, it will be too late. Look how long you were shrinking before you found out. People can convince themselves of anything. And if women seem to be getting stronger and stronger, they’ll just put it down to more training and exercise. And the men won’t care, since they’ll be too busy suddenly getting all the sex they can handle. By the time the real changes become too obvious to miss, the old balance will be reversed. Then we only have to hang onto what we have."

"You bitch!" he screamed, his voice now as high as a child’s as he shrank again. His fists balled in rage, but a meaningful stare from her cold eyes made him relax them again.

"Still feisty, I see," she smiled. "Maybe I need to take a little more to prove my point."

He paled and started to back away, making her laugh scornfully.

"Oh, don’t worry, little boy. I’ve had enough." A flash of predatory teeth. "For now. I may come back for more later, but I don’t want to make things too obvious for Barb to miss. Right now, she’s so much bigger, I doubt she’ll notice an extra few inches on me." Another cold, warning glare. "And just remember what happens if you tell her anything."

She picked up her recorder. "Subject responded just as anticipated. Results …mmmm… highly satisfactory. Asymmetric transference seems magnified with new exchange contact. This will need further investigation. Current heights are…" A look up and a mocking smile. "Here, you can see how you measure up yourself, Dinky. I need some privacy to test this new body properly."

With a contemptuous nod of dismissal, she tossed the tape measure at him, picked up her too small jeans, and walked from the room, leaving David, smaller and weaker than ever, on the bed staring helplessly after her.

And even in this extremis, he couldn’t help noticing how beautiful her new, longer, stronger legs were as she strode away, her firm ass wiggling in her now too-small and tight panties. Her nearly naked lower body was toned and gorgeous, transformed by his stolen size, and would always be a reminder to taunt him of what he had lost.

And even with that thought to crush his spirit, the miserable David felt his betraying cock twitch plaintively as she disappeared.

End part 7

Copyright 2001 by Nomdreserv