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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 5


She recovered by the time she reached home again. True to her suggestion, Bob was trying to keep things "normal" and was working at the job list she had prepared for the weekend, doing some patch repair and repainting of their damaged family room wall. He stopped as she came in, coming over to greet her in relief.

He paused as he drew nearer, his eyes darting from her face to her toes.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "I'm shorter. I don't know how much."

He hugged her tightly and wordlessly, the feel of his strong, enclosing arms raising her spirits slightly, and producing a slight warmth in her panties.

"Let me take care of a few things," she said, resolutely pulling away, "and I'll join you."

She stopped first at the laundry, turned the washer on hot wash and threw in half the bras she had bought. Then she went upstairs and sorted the rest of her purchases by size into separate piles. She picked out a pair of shorts and shirt in the largest girl's size, then pulled off her loose sandals and pants. Her panties slid right along with her slacks.

"Well," she said aloud, "we knew that was coming sooner or later, didn't we?" (We did.)

She decided she might as well make the whole change and stripped entirely. On went a sports bra and the new panties. The waist size was right, but they were cut differently for a girl's body, and - wonder of wonders - they actually felt tight. She smiled and danced in front of the mirror.

"I'm too big for little girl's panties!"

She kept them on anyway, enjoying the feeling of tight clothes for a change. The shirt and shorts were also just a bit snug, serving to emphasize her womanly curves.

"Ha! I'd like to see some 10 year old look this hot," she triumphed, admiring her figure, every curve and familiar bulge. She no longer felt self conscious about her weight, or more accurately her figure, since her weight was now actually under a hundred pounds.

Her new shoes were still too small, and rather than fight with her oversize sandals, she decided to go barefoot. She walked back downstairs, and almost instantly regretted the decision, her lack of shoes dropping her another inch relative to Bob. He, however, didn't notice such a small difference.

He whistled. "Hey, you look great!" He seemed sincere, staring with obvious appreciation at the way her tight clothes displayed her figure again, so she smiled.

"I bet you say that to all the shrinking girls." She batted her eyelashes dramatically, then walked over and stretched on tiptoes to touch his lips with a light kiss. "And we may just pursue those thoughts," she swatted his behind, "after we get some work done."

They divided up the chores, Karen asking Bob to handle the outdoor work not only because of her self consciousness, but to avoid potentially awkward explanations. They both kept busy enough that it wasn't until a late afternoon lunch that Karen noticed her clothes weren't tight anymore.

As she sat in her chair, legs swinging freely, she found herself musing on how much bigger things looked even compared to last night, and on her experience at the mall. It was interesting: although she had lost less than a foot in height, it had been enough to completely change her perspective and the way she appeared to others. There seemed to be something about that transition below five feet that made every inch more significant. Curious, she asked Bob to get the measuring tape again.

"Four six," he announced, afterward, almost in disbelief.

Her eyes went wide.

"Four inches since this morning." The faster rate briefly overwhelmed her. She imagined herself shrinking down to a helpless doll or even smaller, totally dependent and useless, especially as a wife to her increasingly giant husband. Tears came unbidden.

"Hey, c'mon," he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, both of them noticing how easily he could seat her there. "Like you said, we'll get through this."

"Bob, I'm scared again. How small am I going to get? I'm already a freak."

"Now you're being ridiculous," he tried to sound confident. "You are still Karen Rhodes, no matter how tall you are, and you are not a freak. You are a beautiful woman who is temporarily vertically challenged." She smiled through the tears. "A beautiful, smart, funny, and highly desirable woman who also happens to have a caring and loving husband, whose identity modesty forbids me from mentioning, who is crazy about her." Her smile stabilized.

"How does this husband feel about a doll for a wife?"

"Depends how lifelike the doll is." She swatted him. "Besides, I remember the marriage vows clearly: 'for richer, for poorer, for taller or shorter, through shrinking and through health,' or something like that." He held her closely. "You're not getting away from me."

She laughed with a measure of relief and snuggled against his chest. He began rubbing her back soothingly, and they stayed silent for several minutes. Then his hand found its way under her shirt. At first, his attention stayed centered on her back, the sudden contact with bare skin still producing an electric tingle. Then his hands began to stray around her side, and soon light touches found their way to her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, and the warmth returned in her pelvis, desire replacing fear and uncertainty.

She reached around his neck to pull his lips to hers. They kissed passionately, her eyes closing as she enjoyed his caresses now directly over her breasts. She also squirmed in his lap, feeling the answering hardness of his erection. When their kiss broke, she opened her eyes and saw Bob with a strange and playful expression on his face.

"What?" she asked uncertainly, trying to read his intent.

"Something guys are afraid to try in case they look silly," he said mysteriously.

"What are you talking about?" She started to pull her hands away.

"This!"

He stood up triumphantly, sweeping her into his arms and up into the air. He cradled her knees and upper back and spun around, holding her almost effortlessly.

She kicked her feet at empty air and screamed at the wild ride.

"Bob! Are you crazy? Stop this." Inside, however, she thrilled at how easily he carried her.

He stopped spinning and put on a mock serious expression. Cocking an eyebrow, he attempted his best Clark Gable impersonation.

"Frankly, my dear, I've been thinking about a certain scene from 'Gone with the Wind.' And I mean to have you now at last."

She answered with Southern belle modesty.

"Oh, suh, this is so sudden."

They both laughed as he carried her over to and then up the stairs, Karen loving every minute of swinging in his powerful arms. He put her on the bed, kissed her again, then climbed up next to her.

"You know, I've always wanted to do that."

She laughed and pulled him into an embrace.

"You're a brute, and I love you, even if you do such an awful Gable impression."

"Frankly, my dear, I don't..."

"Shhh." She quieted him with a finger on his lips, then drew it down along his neck and chest. Her other hand closed around the tent in his pants, confirming the hardness she had felt before. "You know," she said, tugging on her shorts, "for loose clothes, these are awfully binding. Would you mind..."

He didn't.

They both undressed, Karen finding her clothes sliding off more easily than they had gone on. She looked at Bob and was impressed again at his relative size, especially seeing him by the full light of day and wide awake. In particular, she noticed that his erect penis now appeared to be over eight inches long and thicker than ever, and she felt a tingle of anticipation in her wet vagina.

Karen was obviously smaller to Bob's eye as well, but he found himself even more excited because of it. He wanted to prolong this session to more fully appreciate her petite form. He gently pushed her onto her back and began to run his fingers in long, soft and sweeping strokes from chest to thigh, a distance much shorter than before. He noticed his hand was as wide as her thigh, and he could reach to her toes now without moving, proving the point with a quick tickle. His hands moved back up, and started
circling her breasts, but not actually touching them. Her breasts were smaller than his palm now, the nipples smaller than his pinky tip, but small breasts had never seemed so exciting. He couldn't resist brushing them lightly, and was rewarded with greater stiffening and crinkling of the surrounding areolas.

Karen closed her eyes and sighed, lost in the sensations. He continued this way for several minutes, eventually moving a stroking finger back down her abdomen, around the edge of her pelvis, and teasing ever closer to her slit, until he drew his first stroke along its length and brushed her clitoris. At the same time he leaned down and gently sucked her left nipple into his mouth. She gasped as both sensations at once overwhelmed her, then again as his finger slid easily into her.

Karen hadn't been sure she believed in a "G" spot, until Bob had found it the first time. Now, manual stimulation was a frequent activity in their repertoire. As he moved his practiced finger inside her now, she marveled at the increased sensation and depth that resulted from their new sizes. He teased both nipples with his tongue as his hand worked its magic. She made small high-pitched cries as the pleasure intensified.

He noticed her vagina was shorter and tighter as his finger moved in her, and delighted in the small nipples he flicked with his tongue. Her higher pitched voice excited him further, and he pressed harder.

Within minutes, she shuddered through a powerful orgasm, and he slowed his manipulations. However, before she could recover completely, he smiled exultantly and climbed on top of her, easing his rigid member into her to replace his finger, and filling her to capacity. Again, she was amazed as he reached deeper than ever before, and the heightened sensation as well as her perception of his giant form looming over her, pushed her into another shaking orgasm.

He moved faster and harder after she came, stretching her farther. The walls of her vagina held him closely, and he could feel the tip of his penis pushing against her vaginal roof with each thrust. She cried in pleasure and reached up and forward to pull him closer, but found her hands could no longer reach across his back. This realization, together with the feeling of his climax, sent her over the edge again.

Spent and panting, he slumped on top of her, their orgasms subsiding slowly, each drained from the increased intensity.

As incredible as their lovemaking had just been, she now found herself presented with a downside to her smaller size again. First, Bob seemed considerably heavier, and now that he wasn't holding himself up, she hated to admit his weight was increasingly uncomfortable on her. Second, they didn't match up as well, and while he still held his softening member inside her, she found her face was pressed tightly into his lower chest. She hated to break the moment but had to shift awkwardly and push him just to breathe freely. He recognized the problem immediately and rolled off.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Are you kidding?" she almost yelled (now that she could breathe again). Did her voice still sound higher pitched? She cleared her throat. "That was fantastic."

"Yeah," he agreed, settling onto his side. They both felt a post sex sleepiness.

"You felt so big."

"And you felt so tight."

"Mmmmmmm," they both finished. They kissed tenderly, and to mutual light caresses, fell into sleep.




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