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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 1


Karen Rhodes sat across the table from her friend Lisa, looking uncertainly at the small package as she turned it in her hands. Lisa watched her carefully while sipping coffee. She had met Karen at work and insisted on stopping for latte, especially to deliver her present.

"I can't find an ingredient list anywhere," Karen complained. "What is it, an herbal mixture or something?"

"Or something," Lisa agreed. "You know how it is with these little stores. Not everything is by FDA regulations."

"Great. So this could be poison. Thanks a lot."

"Oh, come on," Lisa laughed. "I've used some of their products before, and always with great results. This place stands by its stuff."

"Stuff. As in 'magic' stuff?" Lisa dabbled in the occult, and Karen had heard her talk about stores that catered to her hobby."

"Hey, you're the one that wants to lose weight without work."

"Well..."

Karen looked at the label, such as it was: Reducing Formula was the only English phrase. Beneath it were a number of Chinese characters she couldn't begin to fathom. She had known Lisa for years and trusted her, but was still hesitant to use something she knew so little about.

Karen obsessed about being slightly overweight, despite no good reason. She was an attractive woman in her late twenties with auburn hair and green eyes, and stood 5'6", 140 pounds. She was highly critical of herself for letting her weight creep up since college, but lacked the resolve to stick to diets or exercise regimens. Although she could easily "pinch an inch," she was the only one who thought there was a problem. In particular, her husband thought she looked great, and frequently told her so (an anomaly among husbands). In fact, he actually enjoyed the extra heft to her breasts the weight had brought (not so anomalous).

Lisa also thought Karen highly attractive, but knew of her obsession. Thus, she had brought her gift, a "magic" weight loss formula, she explained.

"You take a dose once a week and the weight just disappears."

"Like magic," Karen snorted.

"I told you, I've tried some of their stuff before. Sometimes it's pretty amazing. And what have you got to lose, except pounds?"

"I suppose I can try it once - if you're sure it's not dangerous."

Lisa held up her hand in mock swearing.

"Results guaranteed."

Karen still hesitated.

"I can't read the instructions. How do you take it?"

"I got all the instructions from the shop owner. You dissolve two teaspoons in any liquid and drink. Here, let me put some in another cup of coffee for you."

Lisa got up and poured the coffee. She was Karen's height but thinner, with short, black hair, crystal green eyes, and a nice but less curvaceous figure. She brought the cup over and watched Karen drink.

"Yuck," Karen said. "Pretty bitter."

"You'll see - it will be worth it."

After more talking and catching up, Lisa left. Karen felt odd, unsure if it was the powder or coffee, and kept wondering about the wisdom of taking unknown herbs, or drugs, or...whatever. She shook it off by the time she reached home, and fell into her usual routine with her husband, Bob. However, at dinner, she felt decidedly less hungry than usual and ate very lightly, again feeling slightly uneasy.

"Oh, well," she thought. "Maybe it's doing something after all."

As she watched TV later with Bob, she relaxed more. In fact, she started to feel more amorous as the evening progressed, and before 9 o'clock, they had moved upstairs to bed.
They had a wonderful lovemaking episode and then cuddled before drifting to sleep. Karen's last thoughts were that she couldn't wait to check her weight in the morning.

.........................................................................

135.

No doubt about it, she had dropped five pounds overnight.

She examined herself critically. She looked just the same: small love handles, fullness of her thighs and slight rounding of the face, all unchanged. She didn't look any thinner, but the scale couldn't lie. Besides, her underwear did seem a bit looser. She checked again: down five pounds. This cheered her up, and she went to dress, deciding to try a charcoal gray suit that had become a little too tight for comfort. A pair of pantyhose slipped on without the usual struggle. Then, a standard white blouse: no tightness or gapping at the buttons. Sure enough, the gray skirt buttoned easily around her waist, and the jacket wasn't tight at all. In fact, she had to settle it back slightly again on her shoulders to keep the sleeves from passing her wrists too far. She dug up a little used pair of shoes that matched well. Her shoes also slipped on smoothly, and she admired her appearance in the full length mirror. The suit looked great, though she noticed that the hem was cut a bit lower than she remembered, falling just below knee level. You would have never guessed that just yesterday it would have been too tight to wear comfortably, and the apparent weight loss was confirmed. Now she felt positively jubilant, applied the finishing touches to her dress and makeup, and went to join Bob at breakfast.

He was finishing some cereal while reading the paper, but glanced up as she walked in.

"New suit?"

"Nope." She smiled. "A couple of years old. I just lost enough weight to fit in it again."

He looked at her a few seconds, but being an experienced husband, almost immediately replied, "Well, you look great, like always."

Pleased again, she walked over to get herself a glass, unconsciously standing slightly on tiptoe to reach the upper shelf. As she drank her juice, Bob got up and started to leave.

"One more day, and then a week just to ourselves," he murmured suggestively.

"I've got the job list ready."

He winced. "I was sorta hoping you'd changed your mind..."

"C'mon, Bob. We agreed that this was our chance to fix the place up." She paused. She felt a warmth spread through her body at his proximity, surprisingly strong, and remembered their session last night longingly. "Besides, we'll have plenty of time for other activities." She squeezed his buns lovingly.

Happier, he squeezed her back, then bent to kiss her. At six feet, he was used to tilting his head down, but was surprised to find his lips approaching her nose instead of her mouth. He gave her a playful peck there. "Seeya tonight, cutie."

Karen readjusted her jacket, grabbed an apple and breakfast bar and headed out.

At work, she wondered if anyone would notice a change, but was disappointed to find that almost no one noticed anything. In fact, Gina, the office secretary was one of the few to offer a comment all morning. She looked curiously at Karen while Karen stood by her desk, giving her some papers, .

"You OK?" she asked.

"Fine. Why?"

Gina tilted her head slightly.

"I dunno. You look....tired."

"Well, I feel fine," Karen replied a bit haughtily, drawing her sleeves back up, and then pulling a bit to straighten her skirt.

"All right. Still, I think you need that vacation."

Karen found herself thinking about the vacation herself again, but now for more erotic possibilities, but forced her mind back to work and settled into the office routine. While working at her desk, she found that she kept slipping her feet into and out of her shoes, the leather providing very little resistance. She also had to keep moving her sleeves back, and she was surprised she had never noticed before that the jacket was cut so wrong for her. Of course, she did more desk work than before, so she may not have noticed, she decided.

When she went to lunch, she noticed the skirt was slipping a bit, and she had to adjust it more frequently. Still, it felt so good to walk in loose clothes again, she actually enjoyed it, and she imagined she could feel even more weight slipping away as she worked that afternoon.

Finally caught up, she decided to leave a bit early. She saved and printed the necessary files, closed things down, and slipped her shoes back on. Standing, she pulled up her skirt and marveled at how loose it had become - she had lost weight since this morning! Elated, she decided she deserved a treat: some new clothes to wear the next week. After all, her "fat" clothes just wouldn't do now. She packed up the rest of her things and walked out to Gina's desk. Gina stood to take the last of her files, and they both paused. Usually, Karen stood an inch taller than Gina, but now it seemed she had to look up slightly at her. Confused, her gaze traveled down, and then fixed on Gina's new shoes. Ah.

"Nice heels," Karen said. "They really make you look taller."

"Uh, yeah. I guess so," Gina replied uncertainly. Her heels weren't that tall, and Karen had low heels on herself. Still, she was certainly taller, so that had to be the answer.

"I may get something like those for myself," Karen added. "I need some new clothes thanks to my diet."

"Oh, maybe that's what's different about you." Gina didn't sound convinced, though now that Karen had mentioned it, she could tell that the suit was too big for her, the sleeves half covering her hand and the skirt loose on her hips. "Hey, enjoy that vacation. But watch out - I don't think you want to lose a lot more weight. You look a little down."

"We'll see," Karen was too pleased to be put off by the comment. "You can never be too thin." She tried to walk off with a bounce, but found that her right shoe popped off instead. Putting it back on, she left more carefully, but not before Gina noticed her heels slipping out occasionally. She shook her head, and just for a second considered an alternative explanation.

"Yeah, right," she snorted to herself. "Maybe I need the vacation."

END PART 1




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