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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 7


Naturally, it didn't take long for the downside to declare again. After the euphoria subsided, Karen needed to use the bathroom. Sliding back off the bed, she crossed the room to it, noting the doorknob at eye level now. She had to hop up onto the toilet, and found herself balancing over the now huge seat, her feet dangling over the edge.

"Uh, oh," she thought. "If I get much smaller, how will I...?" It was a form of intimacy she had no desire to share with Bob.

Her mood didn't improve much at first in the shower, despite the large, forceful spray of water: she had to stretch to reach the soapdish, and couldn't reach the shampoo rack at all, finally resorting to jumping and knocking one of the plastic bottles down. Unless her shrinking rate did slow, the shower control would probably be inaccessible by tomorrow as well. Still, showering with Bob held a definite attraction that the other function did not, and she once again found her shower to be unusually stimulating as she began to daydream. This time, she didn't stop herself.

She finished and wrapped herself in the blanket sized towel. As she dried her hair (faster now with her extra large hair dryer), she tried to check herself out in the mirror, but was again limited to seeing only her face at her counter top size. It was frustrating, but she thought she'd better appreciate being able to see herself at all. By tomorrow...

When she came out of the bathroom to dress, she found Bob still sitting on the bed, as though waiting for her.

"I thought you'd be up," she said, surprised.

"Just wanted to wait my turn," he explained. In fact, he wanted to watch her dress, remembering the thrill he had gotten from seeing her oversize clothes accentuate her dwindling size yesterday.

Karen noticed he made no attempt to get up despite the empty bathroom, and guessed why he might be staying. She smiled as she turned towards the dresser. Why not give him a show if he wanted it?

Deliberately choosing one of her old pairs of panties, she slipped them on and dropped the towel. Almost immediately, the baggy panties slipped back down.

"Oops," she said in mock dismay. "Forgot." She glanced in the mirror. As expected, Bob was staring fixedly at her almost naked form, that huge cock showing signs of returning life. She wiggled out of the loose underwear with great show, Bob almost drooling as he watched her tiny round ass move. She paused, pretending a difficult choice, before finally selecting one of the smaller girl's sizes and pulling them on slowly and sensuously, her hands caressing her thighs and hips as though to smooth the fabric.

"That's better," she commented, then grabbed an old bra. Of course, it hung forlornly low and loose, offering no support at all. She pretended to be perplexed, contemplating the fit.

"Honey, does this look too ridiculous?" She spun to face him, catching him open mouthed.

He turned red. It would have been a dangerous question to answer at any time, and with the confusion added by his being caught staring, he floundered.

"Uh...I...well..." It was time to abandon the field. "I'd better get my shower."

Karen laughed, putting aside any residual worries about keeping Bob's interest at her smaller size. As she considered further, however, her happiness subsided. The sex had been incredible, and they both seemed to find her shrinking a turn on, but her sore pelvis reminded her that she had pretty much reached the limit at which they could have "normal" relations. Since she definitely wanted another session like this morning's, she felt a renewed sense of urgency to stop shrinking.

Resolved, she picked up the phone and punched Lisa's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lisa. It's Karen."

"Karen! I'm so glad you called." Lisa's voice sounded genuinely happy to hear from her friend, but she couldn't resist a giggle. "You sound so different."

"Yeah, big surprise." Karen flared at the reminder of how high and thin her voice had become, but calmed herself. "Lisa, I called to admit you're right."

"I knew it. How..."

"Wait. I still haven't forgiven you for the way you did it, but you were right about part of the experience being, well, a lot of fun."

"You mean the sex."

Karen blushed. How could she be so sure?

"Well, yeah."

"I knew you and Bob would get into it. How small are you anyway?" Direct as always.

"About three and a half feet."

"How wonderful! It will probably slow down now."

"That's why I called. I want it to stop. I've reached a point where getting smaller could prove...difficult."

"You mean you won't be able to fuck Bob."

"Lisa Sibyl! How dare you... be so right," she finished weakly.

Lisa laughed. "Because I went through it too. Don't worry, there are other things you can do."

"I suppose," Karen pouted. "But I really want to try it another couple of times the way we are. It was just unbelievable."

"Yeah. I know." Lisa sounded wistful, and there was a long pause. "Tell you what - I'll work on it. There are fixative agents, but I don't think you want to stay that height forever."

"You got that right." (Didn't she?)

"There might be a way to stop it without interfering with the counterspell. I'll call you back. Love you guys. Bye."

It wasn't what Karen had hoped, but Lisa sounded like she'd come up with something. Until then, make do."

She went to finish dressing, and started to put on her small sports bra, but then got a gleam in her eye and threw it aside. Instead, she put on the small sundress she had bought. It fit reasonably well. Although obviously designed without breasts in mind, the length was about right, and the tightness in the upper chest actually seemed to emphasize her bust. She hoped Bob noticed that too.

She turned slowly in front of the floor mirror, watching her reflection. With her small size, frame and little girl's dress, she looked like a five year old at casual glance, especially from behind. Her breasts stuck out in sharp contrast, looking larger and almost out of place, but she was glad to have the obvious reminder of her womanly nature. Under the circumstances, she thought she looked good.

She was suddenly struck by the absurdity of her vanity.

"I must be adapting pretty well if I'm more concerned about how my clothes look rather than worrying about turning into a Barbie doll by tomorrow."

She went downstairs, noting how much larger the steps now seemed, and thought about breakfast. Since she now had to look up at the counters and stove, she decided against cooking and went to get cereal. First, she pulled a chair over to reach up to the pantry shelf and pulled down a box of granola. Looking up at the plates and bowls, she realized even the chair wouldn't be enough, and instead used it to crawl onto the counter top, standing to grab a bowl. She briefly gazed about the kitchen, hardly believing that she had been this tall two days ago, then carefully hopped back into the chair (the floor looked awfully far away), and climbed back down to the tile. Opening the refrigerator, she had to use both hands to heft the milk carton out, and could barely lift it high enough to pour accurately.

As she sat and contemplated her mixing bowl and spoon sized breakfast utensils, she felt some returning depression as she seemed to face more capabilities slowly ebbing away. Soon, she could imagine being nothing more than a doll sized sex toy...and kicked herself for feeling a flush of excitement with the thought.

Bob walked in, and she watched enviously as he reached without effort to get himself another cereal box and bowl. She wished she could watch him struggle with stepstools and chairs to reach familiar places.

"Nice dress," he commented, sitting across from her.

"Oh, just a 'little' something I picked up." She sighed. "It'll probably be too big by the end of the afternoon."

Bob looked forward to seeing that, but wisely said nothing.

The phone rang, and Karen jumped out of her chair to answer it.

"Hello."

"Karen?" Her heart jumped, recognizing the excitement in Lisa's voice. "I've got the answer. Have Bob come by around eleven to pick up the potion." A pause. "You'd better stay home in case something happens and I need to reach you."

Karen suddenly worried. "Like what?"

"Oh, nothing specific. I may have to go out. I just want to be sure where at least one of you is."

"Well..."

"Are you that anxious to go out? Or are you so hot you can't let Bob go for a couple of hours?" Lisa's place was a good hour's drive away.

Karen stiffened. "I am perfectly capable of staying alone, thank you. Bob will be there at eleven."

"I'll be ready. Hope to see you soon."

"What do you mean...?" But the line had already clicked dead. She wondered briefly about the last statement. Lisa couldn't be thinking of returning with Bob, could she? She'd make sure he guarded against that possibility. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Lisa, and had no desire to face her on such reduced terms.

She explained her conversations with Lisa to Bob.

"So, just like that, she's giving you the antidote?" He sounded skeptical.

"She said she was going to eventually anyway," Karen said defensively. "And I did admit we were enjoying it a little."

"That's for sure." His hand cupped her entire behind.

She wiggled it gratefully.

"She sorta guessed what we were up to anyway."

He got a far away look. "Lisa's always had a strong sexuality."

Karen swatted his hand. "And how would you know?"

"You can tell - the way she dresses, acts, you know."

Karen did - and suddenly wanted to change the subject.

"If we can stop the shrinking safely," she watched his face carefully, "would you mind if I stayed this size a couple of days?" She held her breath.

His response was a whoop of laughter. He scooped her tiny body into his arms and held her over his head briefly. Karen screamed and kicked playfully before he dropped her back to face level. He kissed her, his lips completely engulfing hers for several seconds, then he sat her on the counter.

"Does that answer your question?"

She beamed. "It does." She then fixed him with a stern gaze. "Now, get me off this counter, you beast."

They tried to get some work done while waiting for the time Bob would leave, but Karen found her usual chores difficult or impossible with her reduced size and strength. She finally settled on paying the bills. Even then, she found a normal pen awkward to write with, but desperately wanted to do something useful and normal. Bob started moving things off the high shelves or out of cupboards to make things easier for her, and used the excuse of asking her where to put things to stare at her miniature legs hanging bare over the chair edge. At least twice he gave in to temptation and stroked them or tickled her tiny toes, Karen kicking at him. She wanted to stay focused and get him over to Lisa's on time.

While she worked, Karen realized she finally had to give up on wearing her wedding ring. It was simply too loose, now sliding whenever she moved her hand and falling off unless she kept the finger bent. She thought briefly, went back upstairs and looped a gold chain through it, then fastened the chain around her neck. Not original, but effective.

At last, ten o'clock arrived, and Bob tore himself away. Another long goodbye kiss with some mutual intimate caresses, and he left, promising a speedy and hopefully eventful return.

As she heard the car leave, Karen was unsure what she would do while awaiting his return, alone for the first time since she had discovered the shrinking. As she considered, she found her own hands continuing the caresses Bob had begun.

Questions about her seemingly constant lust flitted through her mind, but her hands intensified their actions, and her body began to demand more particular attention, putting such worries aside.

"Why not?" she asked herself. "It will be interesting to try at this size."

She had just started up the stairs when she stopped in shock at the sound of the doorbell. As she paused, panicky at the thought of facing someone, it rang again. She decided to ignore it, but a third ring made her peer cautiously out the window to see who was being so insistent.

She gasped, too surprised to react at first. Then she ran to the door, fumbling with the large, head-high lock and knob. The door swung open, and she finally found her voice.

"Lisa! What are you doing HERE?"


end part 7



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