Balance of Nature 8

By Nomdreserv

David sat for some time on the bed in shock. His life seemed to have taken on a nightmarish unreality that kept spiraling further and further out of control. It had been awful enough watching Barb expand while he shrank, but at least he could hope for a return on some of his strength from her. The teenage girls had been a disaster beyond his control. But now Jessica had been the worst of all. Not only was she responsible for it all, but she knew exactly what she was doing when she drained him, taunting him the whole time.

And now he sat spent on the bed, naked and humiliated. And smaller. He could tell Jessica had taken several inches.

For a few seconds, he just sat on the bed, physically drained and miserable. Then, he decided he might as well get up. He scooted to the edge of the bed and looked down, swallowing dryly. Their bed was at least 3 feet off the floor, and that was getting close to a full body length for him. Gingerly, he let himself slide off the edge. The drop to the floor seemed to take forever, but at last he felt solid wood beneath his feet. The top of the bed was chest level, and David wondered how much smaller Jessica had left him. The discarded tape measure caught his eye, and almost against his will, he took it with him, standing against the wall and then holding the measure in place.

42 inches. Jesus! He was under 4 feet tall. The shrinking seemed to be accelerating rather than slowing, or maybe it was just the effect of a new partner. Still, if he’d been a freak before, what was he now? He couldn’t imagine going out in public again.

The ringing phone made him jump. He picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, is David…oh," a giggle. It was Barb’s voice. " Of course. Sorry, honey. Your voice just sounds so funny like this, like a little kid’s."

"It is NOT funny, Barb."

"Of course not, my big, strong man." Another giggle. "Well, maybe just a little. I thought I’d check in. So Jessica got you home OK, huh?"

David almost blurted out the story, but remembered Jessica’s warning. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh, David, give her a break. She sounded positively thrilled to come down and give you a ride. I think she’s sorry and wants to patch things up with you. Be nice to her."

"Forget it," David shot back bitterly. "You don’t see what she’s like when we’re alone." Thank God, he thought in an aside. "And you can’t see what a disaster she’s getting you into. This is going to explode in your face, Barb."

"Maybe," Barb admitted with surprising candor. "I can’t pretend I haven’t wondered what would happen when people find out what’s going on. But it’s worth it, David."

"What?" he asked, exasperated. "Have you seen what it’s done to me? How can you say that. And how am I supposed to live like this?"

"It’s not permanent, David," she said in a patient tone. "You’re just a test so we could have some fun and teach you a lesson." Another giggle and sigh. "And I have to say, I love the results so far. This new body is glorious. Would you really mind if I kept it for a while?"

David was so shocked, he could only sputter. Barb laughed.

"I guess that answers my question. Too bad. I’ve had so much fun here today. You should have seen that guy’s face when I …" A long pause.

"When you what?" he demanded.

"Um, never mind. It’s just been fun, that’s all. What are you planning for dinner?"

Another shocked silence. "Dinner? I wasn’t planning anything. Aren’t you…?"

"David, you lost our bet, remember. You’re responsible for all the household stuff this week."

"You can’t be serious."

"I am." And her voice showed quite clearly that she was.

"I couldn’t possibly cook like this."

"Why not? All you have to do is turn on the stove. Or is that already too hard for my poor, little lover?"

He grunted angrily.

"Well then, surprise me. I’m getting ready to leave in about a half hour. Oh, and make extra. Jessica is joining us."

"Jessica?" His heart sank.

"Yes, and remember what I said about being nice. Maybe she’ll take you in hand and formulate that antidote a little sooner."

David’s voice cracked. "What did you say?"

"I just said if you’re nice, she may feel more like helping you out." There was a pause, as a deep male voice could be heard vaguely. A sound like something being pressed to the phone, and Barb’s laughing response, then her voice came back through the receiver. "Gotta go, honey. See you in an hour. Or two. Love you."

The line went dead, and David stared helplessly at the phone. Half-formed images of what might be happening at the beach mingled with much more pleasant thoughts of poison in Jessica’s dinner before he finally roused himself. He set the phone down and picked up his discarded shirt.

Another unpleasant surprise when he put it on. Where it had merely been long and baggy before, it was now almost unwearable. It hung past his knees, and the top kept slipping over one or the other of his much smaller shoulders. It felt like he was wearing a tent.

He pulled it off in disgust and walked to the closet, looking in awe at the now unreachable top shelves. He had to stand on tiptoe to even pull things off a hangar. A couple more of his shirts proved just as hopeless, and in desperation, he finally turned to Barb’s closet. One of her smaller, tight T’s – one that normally left a gap of a few inches above her jeans – came close to fitting, hanging to mid thigh and sitting more securely on his shoulders. It was still loose, and swirled around his legs when he looked in the mirror, while the arms came to his elbows, but it would keep him covered. He deliberately and quite firmly put aside the thought that it made it look like he was wearing a dress.

The kitchen looked positively formidable, though this was a sentiment many men shared when confronted with cooking. They, however, didn’t have the considerable disadvantage of being shorter than the counters. David looked around helplessly before setting himself to the task.

He had to use all his strength to drag a chair over to the cupboard – lifting it proved completely out of the question - and was almost out of breath by the time he positioned it properly. Even after he climbed up, he found the top shelves were well out of reach. Luckily, he was able to reach a box of dried pasta and large jar of sauce. He almost dropped the smooth glass jar when he reached out with a free hand, however, since it felt like it weighed about 30 pounds to his reduced strength. Holding it more carefully with both hands, he climbed somewhat awkwardly back to the floor.

The large pot they used for spaghetti was cauldron sized to him. He dragged it and the chair to the sink, and started filling it with water. While waiting, he started looking for the plates and utensils. It was far too long and irritating to keep moving the chair, so he finally just pulled himself onto the counter and crawled to the various cupboards to get things out. The plates seemed as big as platters, but he could still handle them without difficulty. By the time he’d pulled out three of everything, however, the water was overflowing the pot. Climbing back into his chair, he grabbed the handles and pulled.

And nothing happened.

He strained as hard as he could, but couldn’t lift the pot. The weight of the water made it too heavy. In disgust, he bailed about half out and managed to hoist it with a loud cry. He could barely pivot and lift it the extra six inches higher to put it on the stove, but finally succeeded with a huge effort. Out of breath and sweating from the strain, he actually felt proud of himself for what had become a major accomplishment.

He set the water to boil, and dragged out a heavy iron skillet to heat the sauce. While it warmed, he opened the refrigerator and got himself a beer. Although somewhat awkward to hold and drink, it was refreshing and somehow reminded him that he was still himself. It took a long time to drink, since it seemed about a quart to his reduced perspective. At least he wouldn’t go through a case so fast like this.

While looking in the refrigerator, he grabbed the ready-to-eat salad fixings and a bottled dressing. Perversely, he was beginning to take real pride in showing just what he could accomplish despite what they’d done to him. The chair was dragged from spot to spot as he worked, and he got used to the counter and stove coming in and out of view as he moved. He had some more difficulty with the pasta, since he didn’t dare try to move the heavy pot again when it was so hot, but made do by fishing the pasta out a few pieces at a time. He set it in a steamer above the boiling water and turned the heat down. Within an hour, dinner was ready, and the table set.

David sat proudly finishing his giant sized beer and watching the now wide-screen TV when he heard Barb come in. She had the beach glow of an afternoon enjoyed.

"I’m home. Mmm, dinner smells good." She looked at the ready table and food warming on the stove and smiled. "My, aren’t you the resourceful one? I figured you’d call for takeout." In truth, David had considered that, but dreaded the prospect of facing the delivery person. She walked over to sit next to him, finishing off his beer with one gulp. When she sat, he felt the entire couch shift over to her, and he marveled again at just how massive she’d become. Almost to emphasize it, she stretched out her legs, resting them on and over the table. "That beer tasted great. How about getting me another one?"

David started to argue, but her smile disarmed him. Why shouldn’t he be nice? It was true that he had to take twice as many steps to reach the kitchen, but Barb looked so strong and awe-inspiring, that he found himself scurrying away to obey her. She twisted off the top effortlessly, draining half the bottle in a single draught. To his surprise, she opened her beach cover and unsnapped her bikini top. He gazed in near-drooling delight as her firm, DD globes spilled out. Immediately, the front of his shirt started to tent.

"Ah, that’s better," Barb sighed. "This suit was just too damned tight. I’m gonna need a larger size." She looked at the way the top’s fabric had stretched and strained to contain her, then tossed it carelessly aside. She drained the rest of the beer, handed David the bottle and stood up, stretching, her raised arms almost reaching the ceiling. "I’ve got to get out of this bottom too. I’ll take a quick shower and be right back down." She suddenly noticed the bulge in his clothing’s outline and giggled. "Aww, are you happy to see me, too?" She started to laugh and reach for him, then stopped, frowning as she looked at him standing next to her.

"David, are you smaller?"

He flushed in panic.

"Um, no. No, of course not." He edged away.

"David, come here," she ordered, offering no argument. He came closer, but refused to look up. "Look at me, David."

He tried, but had to look past her huge breasts, which seemed to jut out impossibly far from her chest. He realized in dismay that they were several inches above his head level now, obviously higher than before.

Barb seemed to realize it too, but needed to confirm it. She remembered what they’d done before they left.

"Kiss my breasts, David." When he hesitated, she repeated it more loudly, and added, "Now!"

He tried. He stood on tiptoe and strained as far as his little legs could reach. He even reached up to try and pull her breasts down towards him, but the nipples remained tantalizingly out of reach, just inches from his outstretched tongue. It wasn’t just to satisfy her demand and prove her wrong that he strove so persistently, either. Her breasts were goddess-like in their size and beauty. He wanted to kiss them.

Barb did nothing to help him, however, and her face grew more and more angry.

"Goddamn it, David! You did it again, didn’t you? You fucking came without me." She looked at his smaller body with some disgust. "Jesus, what’s wrong with you? Do you want to get smaller? And stay small for the rest of your life? You were giving me such a hard time about sex before, and here you go and masturbate yourself every time you’re alone. Damn it! What are you thinking?"

David hung his head in shame and anger. Even if he wanted to get back and tell her about Jessica, that would make revelations about his escapade with the underage girls inevitable. He stared at his own small, bare feet, so puny next to hers, looking and feeling every bit the scolded child facing his mother.

"Well?" Barb demanded.

David shook his head. What could he say?

"Fine. From now on, I’m in charge. Got that? Since you can’t handle your sexuality responsibly, it belongs to me. When I want it, we do it. When I ask you, you do it. You are not to touch yourself otherwise. Do I make myself clear?"

He nodded dumbly.

"Good. And don’t bother trying to hide or cover up. Since you’re available 24/7, you don’t get any more clothes than you have now. Get used to it. Besides, that way I’ll be able to tell when you need to get off." She stared at the stubborn bulge in his shirt now. "And since it’s obvious you can’t be trusted, I’d better handle this before I take my shower."

He backed away, panicked at the thought of getting even smaller. "No, wait, Barb. It’s already getting better. I don’t need…"

She pulled his shirt off without effort, tossing it aside and leaving him naked, his small, hard cock obviously belying his words. She ignored his objections, and knelt down as low as possible to bring his penis to face level. When she blew on it, her proximity and warm breath made it jump to full attention, and even David started to falter in his protests.

Too be honest, Barb was becoming more and more excited herself. There was something incredibly erotic about how helpless David had become, and how thoroughly she was the master now. Why shouldn’t that include his sexuality? She really was in control now. His cock knew that, even if he didn’t. She wondered if other women would get off on the power trip this way as they became equal – or more than equal – to their partners. Probably they would, and why not? It was about time women were in the driving seat.

She looked at his hard, twitching cock. It was so small! It looked barely 4 inches to her now, though she knew that was an effect of both his shrinking and her growing. It was so strange to see it this way – at once familiar, and yet so different. Almost like she was giving head to someone else.

That thought also proved strangely exciting, and she engulfed his rock-hard member in her warm, moist mouth. She could take the whole thing without even straining, and was therefore able to try entirely new techniques with her throat and tongue. Perversely, she couldn’t really deep throat him – he was just too darned small.

David didn’t realize this, nor would he have cared. Barb’s mouth felt too incredible as she took him in. He’d never had his entire cock swallowed so easily, and the sensation was therefore new and magnified. He reached to massage those huge breasts, finally within reach again. They were awesome – too large to hold in his palms, or even encompass with two hands. He gamely tried to fondle what he could, marveling at the thumb-length nipples that sprang to attention beneath his fingers. They were warm, firm, and hard, and much thicker. He brought one to his mouth and sucked, making Barb moan.

It wasn’t just David’s tongue on her that drove her passion, however. Barb loved even more how small that tongue felt as it swirled her sensitive nipples, and even more the feel of David’s tiny cock in her mouth, so much smaller than normal, but most of all, she reveled in the growing feeling of power. It was almost as though he started losing size and strength now just by being near her. In fact, he seemed to be shrinking slightly as she sucked him off. Frustrated at how low she had to bend to keep him in her mouth, she finally lost patience and simply picked him up. David was momentarily shaken at the disorientation of being lifted into the air – not to mention the ease with which she did it. It was as though he weighed nothing to her. He was a toy now – a treat for her pleasure. Indeed, she held him and brought him to her mouth as easily as lifting a popsicle (or rather, a cock-sicle), and began to suck him just as enthusiastically. She was able to effectively support his whole body with just one hand, allowing the other to reach beneath and tickle his scrotum and bottom.

The combination was too much for David to stand, even if he hadn’t already surrendered yet again to his lust. Before he could even think to control himself, he was coming in her mouth, his sperm instantly swallowed with obvious delight by Barb as she sucked him hungrily. Instantly, they both felt the tingle move through their bodies.

"Oh no," David moaned, still in the throes of his climax.

"Oh yes!" Barb responded, feeling the energy flow through her body, her muscles already beginning to expand. "YES!" The feeling of strength and growth was as good as any orgasm she could have expected from normal sex.

Her arms swelled with yet greater bulk, each muscle group harder and more defined. Her arms at rest now bulged more than even most weight-lifters did with flexing. Her thighs became sculpted columns, even as her legs lengthened yet again, bringing her to almost six and a half feet tall. As she arched her back in her growth ecstasy, she inadvertently dropped David. He was unhurt, but when he shakily climbed to his feet, he found himself barely past Barb’s waist, her incredibly defined six-pack staring him in the face teasingly. Her bare breasts hung like balloons, well above his reach now.

"Oh, God, no," he whispered.

As though to add further insult, Barb unconsciously flexed, and inadvertently snapped her bikini bottom off, right into his face.

"Oops," she giggled, her bare sex almost face level. "Sorry about that, honey." Only now did she look down and gauge the effect of her abrupt actions. Her eyes widened to see the child-sized man level with her hips. "Oh my gosh…David…you’re so…I’m sorry…" She glanced at his finally deflating erection. "Well, at least it went to a good cause this time, dear." She flexed near-football sized biceps.

He gazed at her miserably. Even at his full size, he would be dwarfed by her, and at the moment, the contrast was absurd. He looked pathetic.

Perhaps she noticed it as well. She looked at him in some embarrassment, and handed back the shirt he’d been wearing.

"Here you go, honey. Better get dressed before Jessica gets here. I’ll go shower and find something to wear." She looked at herself in amazement. "I wonder if even your clothes will cover me now?"

David wandered back to the kitchen in a daze. Robotically, he tried to finish preparations for dinner, even more hampered than before. Barb’s shirt kept slipping over his shoulder, and only a clinging sense of modesty made him keep it on. He wondered how much more he could take, or just how small he was supposed to shrink? Knowing Jessica, he was beginning to doubt there would be any end.

He had to climb up into his chair, and sat there for an uncertain time, lost in thought, vaguely noticing the sound of Barb’s shower in the background. Sitting down, his little legs pointed straight out, and he could barely see over the table, so he practiced sitting on his haunches to compensate, marveling at the feel of the oversized utensils. His glass felt more like a pitcher in his hands, the plates like serving platters. Since everything seemed at least twice its normal size, he guessed he was around three feet by this point.

His reverie was broken by the doorbell. Knowing who would be there, his mood only worsened. It didn’t help that the doorknob was now almost head high, and took two hands to work.

It was indeed Jessica, looking bright, cheerful, and immeasurably satisfied with herself. She was dressed in a pair of shorts, stretched skin-tight and showing off her newly and marvelously toned legs, and a shirt that had probably once been a normal T-shirt, but currently fit more like a crop-top, baring her now taut tummy. She looked around in mock surprise.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Then her laughing eyes fell down. "Oh, David, there you are. I almost…" The eyes narrowed. "Oh my God! You’ve shrunk again. You are such an animal! And devoted to science – why it’s more than I expected. How wonderful. So, what are you, three feet?"

David ignored her and turned away, but Jessica followed right along.

"Well, you’re still above my waist, so you’re probably at least 3 feet, but we could always change that. Still shrinking in proportion?" she smirked. "Shall I check?"

"Check what?" It was Barb’s voice that cut in, and Jessica whirled to greet her. Barb stood in the doorway drying her hair, an amazonian vision: her head near the top of the doorframe, her body filling it, with her bulging muscles all but tearing through the shirt she’d managed to wrestle on. Her loose, formerly knee-high wrap-skirt now fit like a tight mini, not quite reaching around her and coming only to mid thigh, both effects highlighting her massive legs. She was barefoot, since her shoes were too small to fit.

"Oh, nothing," Jessica answered, still trying to gauge David’s tiny body through the loose, slipping shirt. "I just told David earlier that we should make some detailed measurements to see if the shrinking was equal throughout his body. Seems like it is, except for the disproportional muscle loss."

"Which you expected."

"Oh, yes." A hard glint to the eyes. "That’s critical, I think, for the early stages."

Barb nodded, then looked again at Jessica’s tight clothes.

"Jessica!"

A wary glance. "Yes?"

"You’ve been working out! Why didn’t you tell me? We should do our workouts together."

For some reason, Jessica burst out laughing.

"Maybe we should," she agreed. An amused look to David. "It might be interesting at that." She sat down and crossed her newly toned legs provocatively. "And I could use a workout partner closer to my level."

"Great," Barb sat down, noting how small the chair felt to her bottom, and how low it seemed to the floor. She reached for the bowl of pasta. "God, I’m starved. David, would you pour the wine?"

They ate while the women chatted happily and David sulked. He didn’t feel very hungry, and limited himself to mostly salad. Barb noticed and asked what was wrong. Jessica intervened.

"Probably a side effect from his loss of muscle mass. His body’s adapting to a low protein state – he doesn’t need any anabolic fuel. He probably wouldn’t build significant muscle mass even if he tried."

Barb looked concerned. "I hadn’t thought about that. You mean he’s naturally weak now?"

Jessica nodded. "Probably the first metabolic effect."

"But, it’s reversible, right?" Barb asked worriedly.

Jessica nodded less certainly. "Should be, depending on how much he’s lost without you." Here, they both stopped to look at him, Barb unhappily, and Jessica challengingly. "I think any man who’s even exposed to the drug will find himself losing muscle mass unless he really works at it, and even then it would be much harder than usual for him to build up. And that’s assuming he doesn’t lose anything like David has. Once he does, I doubt he’d ever get back to normal."

"Oh." Barb still looked concerned.

"Not really a bad side effect," Jessica offered cheerily. "I mean, the whole idea is to even things out, right? On the plus side, women will probably bulk up much more easily. Think how rewarding your workouts will be."

This seemed enough to brighten Barb’s mood. They went back to broader discussions. David suddenly blurted out, "You don’t call this a bad side effect?"

Jessica just smirked at him. "As a matter of fact…"

Barb interrupted.

"We’re just going to even things out, David. If men bulk up less easily and women more easily, then they’ll be equal. The world would be a better place if people are truly physically equal as well as mentally and emotionally. Wouldn’t you agree, Jessica?"

A pause. "Oh, absolutely. Well, maybe a little balanced the other way. After all, we have centuries of preconceptions to overcome. Maybe a few years as the smaller, weaker sex will help men understand where we’re coming from."

Barb nodded as though that made sense, and David’s heart sank. He sat glumly and watched her eat a triple portion of pasta, all of which, no doubt, was being converted straight to new muscle.

Jessica obviously couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease David during the meal.

"Hey, David, would you pass the…oh, what am I saying? You couldn’t even reach it."

David simply glared, though she was right. He could barely reach his own plate on the top of the table. When Barb looked reproachfully at her, Jessica immediately began complimenting him about the meal, defusing any anger. Only, when Barb wasn’t looking, Jessica held up her fingers and slowly brought them together to mime something small getting smaller. Then she pretended to pop something into her mouth, rubbed her tummy, and smiled hungrily at him. Barb noticed, but assumed she was complimenting David about the meal. After a few minutes, she started again.

"Hey, where’s…? Oh, there he is," she smirked, pretending to find him after moving a bowl. "Are you sure you’re sitting up straight, David?"

"Jessica, stop teasing him," Barb ordered. "I think David’s being incredibly good about this. It must be very hard for him."

"That is one of the side effects, yes," Jessica admitted.

"Jessica!" Barb scolded, but laughing nonetheless. Then she looked more serious. "So, since he had…missed episodes. Is the size really lost forever?"

Jessica shrugged. "Maybe not. The science says yes, but the addition of magic makes it unpredictable. We need more tests first."

David quailed. "More tests?" he whined. "When can I get back to normal?"

"Oh relax," she snapped. "I mean tests with other people. We can’t figure everything out from one case. Besides, you should be ready for reversal in a day or two." A significant pause. "Assuming Barb wants to."

There was actually a split second of hesitation that made David’s blood freeze.

"Of course I do," Barb finally agreed. She seemed to pick at her food, a remarkable change given her previously robust appetite. "Um, so the next formulation will be less extreme, right? So, we could sort of leave the changes if we wanted."

David protested immediately. "What next formulation? You aren’t planning on doing this again, are you?" he demanded.

Jessica cut any reply from Barb off. "Already being tested. I found some…girls who seemed interested. I gave them a much more attenuated formula to try. We should have results within a couple of days."

"And then?" David asked fearfully.

Barb exchanged uneasy looks with Jessica.

"And then, we’ll see," she finally answered. "Jessica and I disagree a little about how widely we should apply the formula when it’s perfected. The company has branch offices already set up and tentative deals with a cosmetic line."

David’s eyes went wide. "Oh my God! You can’t be serious."

"Very serious," Jessica cut in, her face confirming her words. "I still think the water supply or an aerosol vector is the best route. This stuff is stable enough to pass through any purification procedure. It’s fast and nearly universal."

"And I think we should start with a targeted population," Barb added. "Choosing women who really need it most first, and using them to perfect the formula. It’s not like we’re really trying to change the whole world all at once."

Jessica eyes shot towards David, and she gave him a gloating smile that belied Barb’s words, even as she nodded.

"Maybe we can compromise. A few target groups to try out the different formulations and strengths first. Actually, we could make our research costs back almost immediately. There are some female athletes who would pay big time to score the first doses. Get a leg up on the competition so to speak. Might not be as popular with the male athletes of course." She snickered and reached over to pat David. "A little harder to keep pace at this size, right, David?"

"Jessica," Barb interposed again. "David is just as capable as he ever was. Look at the way he made dinner for us. And just to prove it, I’m going to keep to our deal and let him clean up, too."

David’s face showed that he didn’t exactly consider this a victory. The rest of the meal proceeded uneventfully. Jessica would wait until Barb was distracted, and then catch David’s eye to suddenly flex her biceps or stretch to show off her newly toned legs and watch his reaction, but otherwise ignored him. Near the end of the meal, her cell phone rang. She picked it up.

"Hello? Yes. Oh, of course, this afternoon. Yes. Yes. Really? No. Yes? Wow. Of course. I’ll meet you right away." She switched off the phone and turned towards them. "Gotta go. Business. Some early results, and we’re already building a hell of a word of mouth business."

"Jessica, you’re not distributing this stuff already, are you?" Barb demanded.

"No, no, of course not," Jessica lied. "Just some more chances to test the new formula. I can’t turn my back on science when we’re this close, can I? Thanks ever so much, Davey. For everything." She added the last with a meaningful leer that David was sure Barb would notice, but she seemed thankfully oblivious. And David was simply thankful that she left.

end part 8

copyright2001 by Nomdreserv