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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 6


It was early evening when Karen awoke. Bob was still asleep, but she wasn't surprised since he had gotten in late the night before, so she disentangled herself and slid off the bed. Putting her clothes back on, she was no longer surprised to find them looser than when they had come off.

"Probably another couple of inches," she decided, looking at herself in the mirror. "God, I hope this slows down soon."

She felt hungry, and briefly considered waking Bob to go out to their favorite Italian place, until remembering the figure she would cut. It was easy to forget herself in Bob's embrace, but she knew her experiences at the mall would be magnified if she went out now, barely over four feet. She had almost decided on takeout pizza, then got mad at herself. Was she afraid to use the kitchen? If so, what would she do at three feet, or two, or...

She marched downstairs before she could think further along those diminishing lines. If she wanted Italian, she would make Italian. She pulled out the large pasta pot, set it in the sink and filled it with water, then gasped in surprise when she tried to lift it out. Her decreased size and strength, and the need to reach up, left her straining to move the pot. She finally managed to wrestle it out and, spilling some water with each wobbly step, was barely able to hoist it onto the stove, which she now found at shoulder level.

"OK," she breathed. "Next time fill pot on the stove."

She set it to boil and started to prepare a sauce with vegetables. She found peeling and preparing the vegetables also annoyingly more difficult. Again, the high counter was so awkward to work on that she eventually dragged the stepstool over to get a better angle. All the knives and cooking utensils felt big and clumsy to her, and she finally fixed on her smallest paring knife as the only useful one. Even with the stepstool, the upper shelves were now beyond her reach, and she had to pull over a chair to get some items. Despite all this, by the time a disheveled Bob made his appearance, the table was set, glasses of wine at each place, and dinner was ready.

"Wow," he said appreciatively as he looked at her, and Karen wasn't sure his comment was directed at dinner or her smaller size.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she said archly, then stopped abruptly. No doubt about it, her voice was up at least half an octave. As she sat in her chair, she noticed her feet didn't reach the floor, even when sitting on the front edge, and she dangled them self consciously.

"How do you feel?" he asked, also sitting and starting in on the meal.

"Small," she replied succinctly. She chewed a mouthful before continuing. "Everything's getting so big, it's getting hard to ignore or forget about it. Like this," she held up her fork. "This feels like a serving fork in my hand and mouth."

"Sorry," he replied. Secretly, however, he was enjoying this more and more, and now found himself anticipating Karen even smaller.

"Hmmmm." She thought she detected an ambivalent quality to his condolence. Of course, truth to tell, she was also enjoying some aspects of her reduction. If only she didn't feel so helpless about it.

They talked on while eating, the subjects naturally centering on her unique experiences, and finally turning towards Lisa.

"Why do you think she did it?" he asked.

"I...I don't know," Karen replied, coloring slightly. Those old size changing fantasies she had shared with Lisa during college seemed a lot fresher in her mind right now, and she knew at least one reason Lisa would do something like this - they both used to dream about it. She had been afraid to share these fantasies with Bob. Married or not, you like to keep your spouse from thinking you're too strange, and she still wasn't sure she was ready to talk about them with him now, even as they both experienced one. He seemed to be enjoying some aspects of her shrinking as much as she, but how would he react knowing she actually used to fantasize about it, and may have wished it upon herself?

"I guess we didn't take her seriously enough when she talked about her magic," he mused.

"Tell me about it." They laughed. "Maybe next time we'll let her shrink you down to prove her point."

To her surprise, Bob said nothing, but flushed and pretended a sudden interest in rearranging the pasta on his plate. Well, well, she thought, it might be time to talk more openly about shrinking fantasies after all. However, she also thought she'd wait until they were on a more equal footing again.

She ate less than half he did, but they finished at the same time. Bob stood.

"I never thought I'd say this," he began ominously. She looked at him with a twinge of fear. "But why don't you let me get the dishes."

She laughed. Like most husbands, he sort of realized half the kitchen work was rightfully his, but getting him to remember it was another matter. Karen hopped off her chair.

"Now it's getting scary!" she replied teasingly. She walked over to kiss him, but realized she wouldn't be surprising him with a kiss anymore - at almost two feet difference in height, she couldn't reach his lips by herself even on tiptoe. He started to bend down, but she stopped him. "Wait. I've got an idea." She climbed back onto the chair next to him. "Aha!" she exulted, suddenly looking eye to eye with him again. "Not so high and mighty now, are you?" They laughed and kissed, and then she jumped back down. "But the kitchen's yours."

While he cleared, she went back to the washer and moved her bras to the dryer, setting it on high heat as well. She hoped the combination would shrink them to about half their size, just about the time she reached the same.

Coming back into the kitchen, she admired the ease with which Bob emptied the dishwasher, reaching effortlessly up to shelves and cupboards which a span of 24 hours had made inaccessible to her. It was too bad she needed to shrink to get him to volunteer for kitchen duty, but she chalked up another plus to the experience.

She got herself another glass of wine, or rather half a glass. She was already feeling the effects of the first thanks to her reduced capacity. Walking into the family room, she hopped onto the couch and stretched out, still leaving plenty of space for Bob to sit down she noticed. She was channel surfing when he finished and joined her, sitting by her feet. She immediately propped them in his lap for attention. He smiled and began rubbing them, amazed at how small and delicate they were now. Occasionally, he would let his hands wander up her leg for his own enjoyment.

When a rerun of Casablanca came on, Karen decided she was in heaven, and they spent the rest of their evening yelling out their favorite lines with or before the characters on screen. By the time they went to bed, Karen choosing one of her old T shirts which now fit like a nightshirt, she felt content and slept peacefully.

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


Of course, when she awoke the next morning, she was already prepared to face a larger world, a suspicion confirmed when she saw Bob lying next to her. He really was taking on the appearance of a giant, and looked to be about twice her size, a perception confirmed when she reached a hand out tentatively and compared it against his.

The light touch was enough to rouse him. He mumbled and opened his eyes a crack, looked about to drop off again, then suddenly started, eyes flying open.

"Wha...oh...honey..." He trailed off, uncertain what to say, his quick glance confirming her continued reduction to him as well.

"Morning," she smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh, a little tired still, but I guess I'm a little everything these days." She tried clearing her throat again, her higher pitched voice sounding wrong, then sat up, her small form barely disturbing the bed surface, and drew her legs into her increasingly capacious shirt. The oversize neck opening had slid to the side, exposing a shoulder sexily. She noticed him staring, but wasn't sure how to interpret his expression. "How do I look?" she asked timidly.

"Actually," he grinned in embarrassment, "I think you look great!"

She blushed and smiled, feeling both relief and irritation.

"Robert Rhodes!" she said accusingly. "I'm beginning to think you prefer me this way!"

"Oh no!" He stopped, seeing her expression. "Well, I mean, you know .....it's.... different," he stammered.

And exciting, he thought to himself. He would have been surprised to find Karen thinking much the same thing, but not enough to overcome the sudden shyness she felt now, so small next to him. She centered her shirt primly.

"Why don't you get the tape? Let's check the damage."

"Sure," he agreed, glad to change the subject.

While he disappeared downstairs, Karen decided to check herself out more thoroughly. The bed seemed awfully high as she sat on its edge, and she slid off rather than jumping, finding the bed to be almost as tall as she was by the time she reached the floor. Her shirt fell below her knees, and the still visible portions of her arms and legs appeared very small and frail relative to it. She could only see her head in the bureau mirror thanks to her reduced height, and she saw her face peer back in wide-eyed wonder. She walked over to the floor mirror, astounded at the reflection. The straight lines of the baggy shirt hid her curves, and together with her small stature, made her overall appearance so child like, she unconsciously reached her hands up to confirm her adult breasts beneath it. There they were, and when she squeezed them reassuringly, she was surprised to feel how stiff her nipples were beneath her fingers.

"Geez," she muttered. "What's wrong with me? I seem to get aroused by breathing these days." She still hated to admit Lisa could be right about her enjoying the experience so much.

Bob returned to find Karen rubbing herself idly, the shirt again sliding to expose her shoulder. The image of his tiny wife massaging her breasts through the precariously slipping shirt produced a strong reaction. He gulped, hoping his rapidly enlarging erection was less obvious than it felt, then cleared his throat apologetically.

Karen startled, and blushed again, her hands flying down to her sides and fluttering nervously. She was glad her loose shirt hid her stiff nipples.

Bob performed their new ritual.

"Three foot four," he intoned.

"Wow," they both breathed.

Karen looked around the room again: the giant bed, the huge dresser, the bureau at neck level. She felt a brief sense of disorientation, and her eyes sought the familiar figure of her husband....her towering figure of a husband she realized, craning her neck to see his face.

"You OK?" he asked, unsure if he should kneel down to bring himself closer to her level, or if the gesture would make her feel worse.

"I'm fine," she managed weakly. "I think the rate's slowing down," she added hopefully, although she frankly didn't feel like doing any calculations right now. Instead, she let her gaze wander back down Bob's body: his shoulders, more than twice her span, his incredibly broad chest filling her field of view, the thick chest and abdominal hair leading to...

Her heart jumped as she reached his crotch, a very obvious and seemingly enormous erection tenting his shorts directly in front of her face.

"Hello," she said, laughing. "Well, this is certainly an interesting height to view the world from. Men may accuse me of not making eye contact for a change."

"Sorry." He brought his hands over the accusing member.

"Don't be," she smiled up at him, using her own tiny hands to move his away. "This is getting very...interesting." She licked her lips, her mouth beginning to feel dry as another area became wet. "And, hey, so far this has been the only good part about all this. Why stop now?"

He offered no reasons whatsoever, though interestingly, he was the one who suddenly felt self conscious. She reached up and stroked his cock through his shorts. It felt huge and hard, and she suddenly wanted to see more.

"Don't mind me," she said expectantly, "but this I've gotta see."

She tugged down his boxers, and Karen gasped, her action freeing a foot long monster, as thick around as her wrist, pointing straight at her and just about eye level.

"Wow," she said again, but in a different tone. "Suddenly I'm married to a porn star." She reached up to stroke its length, and it jerked even larger in her hand. With a thrill, she now found that her hand couldn't quite reach around the thick rod, and she felt excited, intimidated and a little confounded all at the same time. Excitation won out.

As her moving fingers began to pump it, Bob tilted his head back and moaned happily, any residual shyness overwhelmed by lust.

She played with him a few more moments but then paused teasingly.

"You know," she began slowly as he looked to see why she had stopped. "There are some things I've wondered about too. After seeing some of those tapes with..." She stroked her fingers along the immense length of his penis. "...you can't help wondering how you would do....well, this."

With that, she tried to suck him into her mouth, but even with jaws stretched and cheeks bulging, she could only take about half of his member in. It was enough to make him gasp with pleasure, especially when she began swirling her tongue around the giant shaft while her hands played along its base. Her usual techniques were cramped by its incredible size, but she still managed to produce a range of appreciative groans and sighs from him.

When his moans became faster and shorter, and she thought she could feel some additional swelling in his penis, she stopped, pulling her mouth away.

"Uh, uh," she admonished. "Not quite yet. I need to try something else now." The tiny woman looked up into his eyes sternly. "Get onto that bed and prepare to be boarded."

He complied happily. She pulled off her soaking panties and turned to face him.

"My turn," he said, noticing her shirt still on. "I want to see more."

She blushed slightly, but then slowly drew her shirt over her head. She posed shyly for a moment, and he drank in her tiny but perfect and proportional features, then she walked to the bed. She had to climb on one leg at a time, like a little girl, but dispelled the perception as she then continued her climb onto him, her breasts jiggling and swaying seductively as she moved. Even so, she felt so light, and her frame was so small, it was difficult to dismiss the perception entirely, especially when she spoke again in her increasingly thin, high-pitched voice.

"Now,' she asked rhetorically, "where were we?"

Karen had felt awkward having to clamber onto the bed that way, and had been briefly daunted again when she saw how big Bob looked stretched out on it. Then she saw his magnificent erection rising pole like, a beacon before her, and was again overcome by desire. She sat on his thighs, admiring the largest cock she had ever seen, running her disbelieving fingers along its smooth length and down to the grapefruit sized scrotum beneath, and drawing forth another sigh of appreciation.

"I think you're a little big to come on top of me comfortably," she appraised, "but I think I'm ready to try this on my own terms." Normally, she could direct him into her from a sitting position, but now she actually had to stand halfway before she could direct the tip of his penis against her swollen labia. She tried to ease him in gently, slowly lowering herself while squirming, but still had trouble getting the enormous glans through her narrowed vaginal opening, and gasped when it suddenly pushed through. As wet as she was, she still had to push down to get more of the shaft in - she was simply too small and tight to accommodate him easily. The feelings as he filled and then overfilled her were beyond belief, and she closed her eyes, wrinkled her brow and let out a long "Ohhhh" as she tried to lower herself farther onto the impaling shaft.

"Are you OK?" he asked, afraid the moan might be from pain in trying to fit him inside. She thought his hard-on subsided slightly as he voice the concern, and immediately her eyes flew open.

"Oh, yeahhhh. I'm FINE!" She began to move her hips experimentally, finding yet more overwhelming sensations. She squeezed and maneuvered herself until he pushed hard against her roof, and still she couldn't take all of his rod into her. She lowered to a sitting position and began to move in earnest.

Bob also lost himself in the sensations of his wife's incredibly tight pussy around his cock. He watched her eyes close again from the intensity of feeling, and then her elfin form began to bob up and down, taking as much of his erection as she could stand. He could actually see a slight bulge from the distention as she managed to ram most of his shaft inside her, but at least two inches still showed, and he felt another wave of excitement realizing just how small she had become. He reached out to fondle her breasts, so small they were lost in his hands, and capped by stiff nipples the size of raisins which he tweaked gently.

Karen felt this, but barely noticed it because of the intensity of the sensations from below. She began to move faster, somehow managing to push a little more of him inside with each thrust. Her small hands reached down to steady herself, feeling first his massive, strong arms, then wandering over the expanse of his chest. She began to feel a little drunk from the waves of pleasure breaking with every movement.

Each of them became lost in the size of the other, the rest of the world forgotten. Just about the time Karen finally succeeded in squeezing the last inch of his cock in, the sensations finally overwhelmed them, and they exploded in mutual, screaming climaxes. Their orgasms continued a full minute, ending with Karen still humping spasmodically on his only slightly softening member, and literally with tears in her eyes.

She finally slumped forward, letting him slowly slide back out of her, but eliciting another "aftershock" orgasm as his cock head opened her wider as it pulled free. She
collapsed, exhausted and sobbing, with her head on his chest, her feet just past his knees. She could already tell she was going to be a little sore, but...

"You know," she finally sighed. "There may be something to this after all."

He murmured agreement. They both silently reached the same conclusion, though neither would say it aloud:

Size does matter.


End part 6


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