Short story: "Don't Forget the Angel on Top"

[qzar9999]

Just in time for Christmas! I'll post the second half later tonight.

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Lucy grunted with effort as she lifted the big box labeled "Christmas Stuff" out of the closet. She hadn't realized it would be quite so heavy. With some difficulty, she carried it out of the spare bedroom and down the hall, setting it down with a loud thump in front of the unadorned tree in the living room. She took a moment to breathe, then opened the top of the box and frowned at the decorations jam-packed into it. *No wonder Gwen seemed so confident,* she thought.

Her girlfriend Gwen had bet that she couldn't get all the decorations hung up in the living room and on the tree before Gwen got home from work. "All of it. And don't forget the angel on top." The stakes, as was typically the case, were that whoever won would get to do just about anything they wanted in the bedroom that evening--which made it very hard for Lucy to turn down a wager. Generally even if she lost she'd still be in for a good time, and this one had seemed like an easy win. Now, looking down at the tangled light cords and the haphazard pile of ornaments jumbled loosely in the box, she was starting to have her doubts.

"Well. You won't finish if you don't get started," she said to herself. She reached into the box and pulled out a light cord, only to find that it was tangled in at least two other ones. Sighing heavily, she scooped out two handfuls of twisted cords, laid them on the floor, and set to work untying them.

Some time later, she stood with a satisfied sigh and examined her handywork. The knotted nightmare was gone; in its place were multiple strands of colored lights, laid neatly out in long lines on the floor. "I swear, when I take these down, I'm putting them in separate bags or something," she mumbled. She had also untangled the shimmery garlands and tried to arrange the small mountain of ornaments into some semblance of order. She glanced at the clock and saw she had five hours left before Gwen got home--plenty of time. Deciding to take a quick break, she sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge. Something on a lower shelf caught her eye. Apparently, Gwen had bought her a six-pack of her favorite beer, which sat invitingly in the middle of the fridge.

"Ah, she's so thoughtful!" Lucy said aloud, snatching one of the cold brews and shutting the door. She popped the top and took a sip. "Mmm," she said, "perfection." She stood in the doorway to the living room, slowly draining the beer while looking around and mentally planning out where to put the other decorations before she started on the tree ornaments. Finishing the bottle, she grabbed a second one and a small stepladder and returned to the den. Grabbing a few decorations and some thumbtacks, she slid the stepladder over to the far wall and started pinning up a colorful garland near the ceiling. As she proceeded around the room, she felt a pleasant warmth suffusing her body; probably a little bit of a buzz kicking in.

After she rounded the corner of the room and started stringing more garland along the second wall, she noticed she was hanging it a little lower, making it uneven with the other wall. She made some adjustments, being careful to watch where she was pinning it. Moving further down the wall, she started to catch herself hanging it too low more often, causing her to waste time making more adjustments. Annoyed, she forced herself to focus intently on the task and was able to keep it on track all the way down the wall. Rouding the next corner, she reached up to put in another pin and felt an odd shifting sensation against her skin. Brushing absently at her clothes, she waited to see if she'd feel it again, but after a few moments she shrugged and went back to hanging garland.

A few more feet down the wall, she felt another odd sensastion. It was almost as if her clothes had shifted position. She tugged at the waist of her pajama bottoms, resettling them on her hips, fiddled with the neck and sleeves of her t-shirt, and went back to work...only to find she couldn't get the garland all the way up, even with her arms extended. *What the hell...?* She looked down at the stepladder in confusion. *Am I standing on the wrong step?* Carefully, she climbed one step; now she was able to reach the top of the wall. *Weird. I thought I was on the bottom step before...* She kept going, reaching the next corner quickly. As she raised her arms, she felt that shifting again and saw her sleeves fall down her forearms to bunch at her shoulders.

She lowered her arms and watched the sleeves drop, hanging around her arms and leaving a noticeable gap between fabric and skin. *That's strange.* She looked down at herself and saw the whole shirt looked a little baggy on her, as if it was a size too large. Puzzled, she gripped the bottom and shook it, watching the fabric flap loosely about her torso. She also noticed the waist of her pajamas had slipped down, threatening to slide off of her hips and showing the top of her panties. She tugged the bottoms back up into place, although they seemed like they might slip again. *Why are my clothes all stretched out? I thought they fit fine when I put them on earlier.* Lucy shrugged--feeling the shoulder of her shirt slide a little with the movement--and resumed working. A few minutes later, after unconsciously stepping up another rung, she finally reached the last corner, completing a loop of colorful garland hanging all around the room just under the ceiling.

"Well that's done," she said in satisfaction, stepping down the ladder. "Now to put a few things around the room and WHOA!" She cried out as her foot snagged on something and she pitched forward, nearly losing her balance and crashing to the floor before she managed to grab the sofa and catch herself. Glancing down to see what she'd tripped on, she found that she was walking on the cuffs of her pajama bottoms--they had somehow slipped down to cover her feet! In irritation, she checked the waist again and sure enough, the bottoms had slipped down her hips again, threatening to plunge to the floor. She hitched them up and was confused at how big they seemed around her waist. No matter what she did, they wouldn't stay in place; they were just too large. Finally, she untied the drawstrings and cinched them tighter, securing the strangely large bottoms on her waist. However, for some reason the cuffs still hung too low on her feet... *Damn. What's going on with my clothes today?* She bent down and rolled the cuffs up, taking them to a little above her ankles.

Lucy grabbed the second beer and sipped from it as she carried a few freestanding decorations to appropriate places in the living room. *The little mini-tree can go on the end table. The wreath over the front door. This little light-up Santa...here...* She felt the pleasurably warm sensation from earlier returning and getting stronger as she finished off the drink. *Mmm...nice.* She progressed quickly on the decorations and soon found herself with only one left before it was time to start on the tree: a wooden toy train being ridden by Santa and his elves. She picked up the train and was briefly struck by a feeling of wrongness. *This feels bigger than I remember from last year...*

Shaking her head, she looked around for the best place to put it and finally settled on the mantlepiece. Raising the decoration, she was again hit with the idea that something was wrong. *The mantle...why does it seem so high?* The flat surface looked like it was even with her chin, but she could have sworn that it was below her shoulders. *Am I getting drunk?* Trying to ignore the weirdness, she placed the train on the mantle (not paying attention to how baggy her sleeves looked as they again fell to hang on her shoulders) and turned to the ornaments, laid out in front of the tree.

Then her pajama bottoms hit the floor.

"What the hell?" she shrieked, looking down at the puddle of blue fabric around her ankles. Picking up the pants, she lifted them to her waist; as soon as she let go, they slid slowly down and dropped to the floor once they cleared her ass. "I know they fit fine a little bit ago!" Bending down to get them again, she noticed other details: her t-shirt was hanging much lower than it should have been, its bottom drooping over her waist and hips; her panties, inexplicably, looked very loose, their elastic waist having slipped partway down; and even pulling the bottoms all the way up, the rolled-up cuffs still covered her feet. *What's going on here?*

Holding up the loose pajama pants, she looked around the room, taking stock of even more oddities. Not only did the mantle seem higher, but also the unadorned Christmas tree stood taller than she remembered. The end tables and sofa looked larger, the ceiling seemed further away, and even the stepladder she'd been using looked higher. Everything appeared to have gotten bigger. *Or I've gotten smaller.* As soon as the thought was in her mind, she couldn't deny it.

Somehow, she had shrunk.

Panicking, she immediately thought to call for help. But who? She couldn't exactly call the paramedics and say she'd been shrinking. They'd never believe her. *I could always go to a doctor--* That thought was immediately squashed. Not only would her height not match her license if she got pulled over, and not only would she have difficulty adjusting to her new perspective, but there was also another scary thought. *What if I get smaller? I could get in a wreck.* She needed to call Gwen. She tried to run for the kitchen, where she'd left the phone, but as soon as she let go of the pants they immediately dropped again, tangling her feet and pitching her to the floor. "Ooof!" she yelled as she smacked into the carpet. She frantically kicked her way free of the encumbering pants and stood back up, now wearing only a baggy gray tee and oversized panties. Dashing into the kitchen, she snatched her phone from the counter, unplugged the charger, and dialed her girlfriend's cell. "Please pick up, please pick up Gwen..."

After three rings, Gwen's chipper voice answered. "Hey, Lucy! Having fun hanging decorations, sweetie?"

"Gwen, listen. I have an emergency here and I need you to--"

"An emergency. Suuuuuure," she interrupted sarcastically. "A convenient emergency that will get you out of our bet? Nice try."

"Gwen! I'm serious! I have a real problem here and I need you to come home right now and help me!"

"Now babe, you wouldn't want me to come home early, would you? That'll cut your time short!" she replied, still sounding amused.

"Gwen, dammit, this isn't about the bet!" Lucy snapped. "I'm really worried and I don't know what's happening to me. Please, come home!"

"Well I can't just get out of work for any old thing, lover. What's your emergency?"

Lucy tried to think of a way to say it that would sound credible and failed miserably. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But you'll see for yourself."

"Honey. I can't just dash out of here without a reason. Tell me what's happening," Gwen said, sounding more serious now.

"Well...I don't know how to say this...but I think I'm--"

"Shrinking?" Gwen broke in, again sounding amused.

[Nom Anor]

Very nice start.

[OhZone]

This sounds familiar!


Seriously, a perfect story for the season! OHYEAH!

[qzar9999]

Thanks, Nom, glad you like it.

I meant to mention in my initial post that OhZone deserves special thanks for this story, as it unquestionably would not exist if not for her. She's a good muse!

As promised, here's the other half. Merry Christmas to my favorite bunch of crazies. ^_^ I hope you all have a terrific holiday.

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Stunned, Lucy's jaw dropped and she was silent for several seconds. Finally she managed to speak. "How could you possibly--" Hearing her girlfriend's laughter from the other end of the phone, she figured it out. "You! You're responsible for this!"

"Give the little lady a prize!" Gwen remarked, still laughing. "You seemed so confident that you could handle the decorations all by yourself...I thought I'd make it a bit more challenging for you!"

"How? How did you do it?"

"Oh, I had a little help from our mutual friend Sandy. I got her to make me a very special magic potion and slipped it into that beer you love so much. We made it so that every time you hung a decoration, you'd get a little bit smaller. That way it gets progressively more difficult." Lucy could practically hear the mischievious grin in Gwen's tone. "Heh. I hope you started with the top of the tree and are working downwards..."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing. You don't seriously think I'm going to hang any more decorations knowing that this is happening," Lucy said incredulously.

"Well, little lover, you lose the bet if you don't finish the job. And then I get to have my way with you." There was an unmistakable hint of wickedness that made Lucy equally frightened and thrilled.

"The bet is off! You cheated!"

Gwen chuckled. "We didn't make any rules that said I couldn't shrink you. Besides, if you've gotten small enough that it's that noticeable..." she paused for effect, "...I don't think you can stop me from doing whatever I want to you anyway."

There was that combination of fear and enticement again. "I...uh...dammit, Gwen," she finished lamely. "Fine. I'll show you. I'm still gonna win this bet. And then I'll get to do whatever I want to you."

"Big attitude from a little woman!" Gwen replied. "Well. You are pretty stubborn sometimes. But you'd better get back to work if you want to finish, I'll be home in about two and a half hours. See you soon, lover. And don't forget the angel on top!" She hung up, leaving Lucy fuming at her trickery.

"Thinks she's got the better of me...I'll show her..." she muttered, stepping over to the tree. Measuring against the six-foot tree, she estimated herself to be around four and a half feet tall--almost a foot shorter than when she started. *Wow...this is crazy...* she thought, gazing up at the top of the tree. She stretched experimentally and found she could still just barely touch the top branch if she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms. *Guess that will change soon,* she thought, frowning. *I guess Gwen was right, I'd better start at the top.* She pulled up a string of lights and began to wind them around the tree from its top. She gradually worked the string downwards, thinking about how she was probably even now moving slowly downwards herself.

She still felt a lovely warmth in her body--though she didn't know if it was from the booze, the magic, or both--and now she was feeling a little bit horny from the way Gwen had acted on the phone. She found her thoughts straying to the fun possibilities afforded by their current size difference. Gwen would look like an Amazon to her. *Her breasts would be huge!* And as she got even smaller, her girlfriend would become a giantess. She imagined herself at half Gwen's size, her mouth level with her lover's pussy...then smaller still, and Gwen's finger would feel the size of a cock inside her...even smaller, and she could ride her girlfriend's tongue like a bucking bronco... *Mmm, gawd...*

A tone from the digital clock marking the hour snapped her back to reality. She realized she'd let go of the string of lights and had been touching herself, her hand down the front of her huge panties. *Damn, I'm so wet! I better not get so distracted, though.* She reluctantly pulled her hand away and out of the gigantic underwear. As her hand brushed past the waistband, it slipped down further, and the panties lost their hold on her waist, sliding down her shrinking legs to pool at her feet. *Too bad Gwen isn't here to appreciate--dammit, Lucy, focus.* She wound the string of lights around the tree, moving ever downward and connecting it to another strand at its end. She could feel her shirt growing bigger on her, the sleeves almost to her elbows and the hem down to mid-thigh. The neck hole was getting very wide and had started slipping off her shoulders, impeding her efforts. Annoyed, she tied a few knots in the excess fabric, turning her tee into a sort of toga/robe thing. She finally reached the base of the tree and wound the last of the lights through the branches.

"Next step, the tinsel!" she said, excitedly grabbing a handful. She looked up to the tree and found it looming larger than ever; there was no way she could reach the top branches now, even on tiptoe. She took another look and estimated that she'd probably lost about another six inches, putting her at an even four feet. *I'd probably be just about the right size for Gwen to squeeze my head into her cleavage...mmm...* Shaking her head and willing herself to concentrate, she dragged the noticeably heavier stepladder over to the tree and climbed up until she could arrange the tinsel on the top branches. As with the lights, she started winding her way downward, and as before, her reduction continued.

She could definitely feel a tingling in her nerves. It was...quite nice, especially coupled with the increasing warmth. The toga she'd fashioned out of her tee was getting bigger, its bottom below her knees now and its neck hole creeping closer to her shoulders. As she progressed down the tree, she occasionally moved down the ladder's rungs, although at one point she had to step back up when she shrank too small to stay even with the branches she was working on. When she finally reached the bottom again, she glanced up at the tree. It was positively towering now, appearing to be almost ten feet tall. *Meaning I'm about half its size...god, I've almost shrunk down to three feet!* She considered the massive artificial tree and hauling the ornaments up the growing ladder. "Maybe I should've done the ornaments along with the tinsel," she mused aloud. "Oh well, nothing for it now..."

She bent down to grab some ornaments and noticed the tee-toga hanging down from her, gaping loosely so that if someone were around to look down her shirt they'd see everything. The hem had nearly reached her ankles! As she stood back up, she felt one side of it slip completely off her shoulder, and the opposite one was close to doing the same; this had the effect of exposing her right breast to the air. She sighed loudly. "Here I am, putting on an involuntary strip show, and my girlfriend isn't even here to see it." she complained. "Well, at least they're not shrinking any extra," she said, cupping her breast experimentally. She had a brief thought about how much bigger Gwen's breasts would be compared to hers... She caught herself drifting off again, her hand idly playing with her exposed nipple, and focused once more on her task. A quick glance at the clock showed she only had about ninety minutes to finish. As enticing as being taken by a giant Gwen sounded, she still wanted to win the bet. *I need to solve my wardrobe problem, or it's just going to get in my way.*

She made some adjustments--rolling up, tying new knots, repositioning--until the tee-toga was serviceable again, though it still felt kind of loose and hung to her knees. She scooped up an armload of ornaments (slightly disheartened at how few of the much-larger ornaments 'an armload' now was) and climbed the ladder. She climbed to the treetop, noting that she had to go almost to the top step to reach it now, and began dutifully hanging ornaments. With each one, the warmth and tingling in her system increased, and if she watched closely enough she could almost see her perspective crawling slowly downward. It would've been fascinating if it weren't making the chore before her ever more difficult. *I never thought I'd be so glad the top of a tree is really narrow,* she thought as she finished with the uppermost branches and clambered down the ladder to scoop up more. She progressed down the tree a little further, moving the ladder as needed, until she reached a point nearly two-thirds of the way down when she thought she might actually be almost done with the ladder. Pleased, she moved it for what she hoped was the last time and clambered up with a full load of ornaments. She extended her arm to hang the first decoration...and lost her balance.

"Aaah!" she cried, flailing desperately at the ladder behind her. She caught it and held on, grateful not to have fallen--but then she realized she was no longer holding the armful of ornaments, having dropped them in her panic. "Oh, great, now I have to go down and pick them up..." she muttered, but before she could move down the ladder, she was caught off-guard as a sudden wave of heat and a strong tingle in her nerves swept through her. *What was that?* She belatedly realized she had only heard a few of the ornaments hit the floor. Peering through the branches, she saw that most of the ones she'd dropped had caught their hooks on the tree. *Uh oh. I wonder if that counts as hanging them?* She had her answer a moment later when she was hit by a sudden spurt of shrinking, much faster than she'd experienced before. This time she could easily see everything growing around her and feel the metal ladder getting bigger against her back.

Not wanting to lose her balance again from the curious sensation, she quickly climbed down the ladder. However, when she stopped descending, her clothing didn't; her latest shrinkage had rendered her toga too big again, and it dropped suddenly off both shoulders, displaying her miniature tits as it caught on her elbows. She dropped her arms and it plunged to the floor, pooling around her feet and leaving her totally nude. She shrieked in embarrassment and automatically covered herself with her arms...then felt sheepish a moment later. *Nobody's here, Lucy.* After a moment, she realized that she probably didn't need to bother with clothing now. Nothing would fit her anyway, and the warmth she felt would keep her from getting chilly. It would be easier not to have to worry about tripping on clothes that were constantly getting looser. *Not to mention you know you want to be naked when Gwen comes home...* She slapped herself to avoid getting sidetracked again.

Turning to examine the tree and see how much work she had left, she gaped in awe. The artificial tree was titanic! To her eyes, it looked to be more than twenty feet high, which meant... *Holy shit, I can't be any bigger than eighteen inches! This is crazy!* Fortunately, she was most of the way down it, but she still had work to do, and some of the branches she hadn't finished were over her head yet again. Grumbling to herself, she grabbed the ladder to drag it around the tree again.

It wouldn't move.

"Oh shit," she swore. She tugged mightily at the steel tower and, with a loud scrape, it slowly dragged across the floor. "Dammit. I don't have time for this," she muttered, glancing at the clock to see her deadline approaching--she had less than an hour now. "Now what?" Deciding to make the best use of the ladder before having to resort to alternative solutions, she moved it a little bit more, enough to get it clear of the area where she'd spilled the ornaments and to some open branches. She went to grab another armful of decorations--and hesitated. *Really don't want to drop a bunch of them again,* she thought, trying to ignore the fact that she probably would enjoy that major shrinking feeling again. *Hmm...*

Moments later, she ascended the ladder, the wire hooks of several ornaments hung over one arm. "I can't believe I'm small enough to do that..." she said absently, carefully moving up the rungs to the highest unadorned branches. One by one, she cautiously transferred the hooks to the tree branches, aware of the faint but steady sensations she'd come to associate with her shrinking and feeling the hooks on her arm almost imperceptibly getting heavier. After several minutes and another round trip with a row of decorations, she had done all she could with the stepladder. "Thanks for all your help," she said, giving it a mock salute. "You big heavy bastard," she added as she turned to the remaining ornaments. She examined the pile, simultaneously much smaller and much larger than it had been when she started, and glanced up at the section of the tree she had left. She contemplated her options briefly...and inspiration struck.

"Aha!" she exclaimed. She dashed to the sofa and with some difficulty climbed up onto the much bigger piece of furniture. Even standing on the cushions, she wasn't as tall as the back of the couch. She ran along the cushions to the end table where there was a festive dish full of various candies, including her target: candy canes. She pulled one out of the bowl--*Good lord, it feels as big around as a hand weight*--and gently climbed back down from the couch. She slipped an ornament hook on the curved part of the cane, then raised it up to the branches overhead. After a bit of finagling, she was able to hang the ornament and extract the cane. "Ha! Score one for me!" Pleased with herself, she proceeded around the tree, hanging the highest branches she had left with her makeshift pole, noticing it slowly slipping lower as it grew bigger in her hands. Finally, it got too awkward to continue to maneuver--a fact she discovered the hard way when the ornament she was trying to hang dropped off the branch. *Dammit. I'll have to get a double dose of shrinking from that one...*

There were only a few undecorated branches left, and they were the lowest ones. Measuring herself against the tree, she assumed she must be around a foot tall. She took a moment to gaze in wonder at the cavernous living room all around her. The ceiling seemed as distant as a sky; it was almost unreal to think she'd been able to reach it a few hours ago. The end tables and the coffee table were too tall for her to see over them now--even the couch cushions were beyond her eye level. *This is incredible! But I should stop gawking, I'll have time to marvel at it later. Maybe I'll make Gwen give me a guided tour of the house...naked. I can ride around on her giant tits and--*

"Stop that, Lucy," she said, shaking her head furiously. "You'll be the one taking orders if you don't finish this." Fortunately, she was still tall enough to reach the lowest branches of the tree without having to stretch too much; she could probably get them done without any further issues, though she'd likely be on tiptoes again by the end. There were only a few ornaments left, but she could only carry one at a time now due to their increased size. She hefted a shiny red ball that seemed as big as a beachball in both hands, walked beneath the tree (*Oh my god, I can actually walk under the tree!*) and lifted it overhead to hang on a branch. The heat and tingles were stronger than ever now, probably because they had less area to cover, and it was all she could do to keep from touching herself again. "Gwen owes me SO MANY ORGASMS tonight, I swear..." she grumbled. She quickly lifted up the next few ornaments, having to reach a little higher each time, until finally she came to the last one. It was a little silver star with a jingle bell inside, although "little" was a relative term since it was almost up to her knees. She picked it up, carried it to a branch, stood on her tiptoes, and found she couldn't hang it.

"No! NO! Dammit, I'm so close to finishing!" she cried in frustration, making increasingly agitated attempts to hook the star onto the branch. Momentarily stymied, she tested its weight in her hands and decided to take a risk. She bent the wire hook to suit her purposes better (no mean feat, as it felt almost as thick as a pencil), fixed her eyes on the target branch, took a deep breath...and tossed it upward. It seemed to latch on, and for a moment she was thrilled that it had worked--but then it fell. Dismayed, she tried again, annoyed that she'd have to shrink twice for this one too. *Make that three times,* she thought in mounting agitation as her second landing failed to stick. Wracking her brain, she saw a few spare hooks and kicked herself for not thinking of that sooner. She grabbed one of the extras and twisted it around the star's existing hook, making an extension. This time, even with her extra shrinking, she was able to latch it onto the branch. She sighed in relief and stepped back out from under the looming green branches to admire her handiwork.

Lucy had never seen the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, but she imagined that she now had a pretty good idea how it would look. The massive artificial tree dwarfed her, a towering green pyramid bedecked with glowing lights, shimmering tinsel, and dozens of ornaments. It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight, and it filled her with pride that she'd been able to accomplish it despite the handicap Gwen had sabotaged her with. Comparing herself to the tree again, she put her current size at roughly six inches; the tree was twelve times her height, but she'd conquered it. *And with time to spare,* she thought gleefully, seeing the sky-high wall clock that told her Gwen would be home in thirty minutes. *Yep,* she thought, *I did the whole thing, from bottom to top--*

She froze, staring in horror at the top of the tree. The pointy, green spire at the top of the tree. The BARE, pointy, green spire at the top of the tree. Feeling a rapidly growing sense of dread, she turned slowly to look at the wall near the empty ornament box, and sure enough, the smiling tree-topper angel was still sitting there, right where she'd left it when she first pulled everything out of the box. "Oh no. Oh no no no," she stammered in disbelief. "How could I have forgotten the angel? Dammit!" She rushed over to the figure, which looked like a life-sized statue to her. She pulled it away from the wall and carried it to the base of the tree. It was pretty lightweight, even in her reduced state, but she stared up the trunk at the extremely distant spire at the top and realized there was just no way she could climb the tree carrying the figurine. *And I know what Gwen will say. I didn't finish the job if the angel isn't there.* She leaned the angel up against the trunk and leaned herself back against it as well, staring the statuette in its painted eyes. "Now what do I do?" She asked it.

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THIRTY MINUTES LATER

The doorknob rattled as the lock disengaged. The front door swung wide as a beaming Gwen walked in, shrugging off her bulky winter coat as she shut the door. "Lucy? Baby? Are you home?" She glanced around at the decorations placed all around the room. "It looks like you did a good job, you sexy little Christmas elf," she called. "Or are you smaller than an elf?" she added teasingly. Lucy didn't answer. "Aw, why are you hiding from me, cutie? Did you lose the bet?" Still nothing. Stepping closer to examine the tree, Gwen was unsurprised to see the stepladder standing nearby. She was a little surprised to see a gray t-shirt tied in multiple small knots lying on the floor near a pair of panties. Near the kitchen entryway a blue pair of Lucy's pajama bottoms sat similarly discarded. She smiled wickedly.

"Hmm, did you shrink right out of your clothes, lover? Bet that was sexy. I wish I'd been here to see it." Still no reply from Lucy. Gwen wondered where she could be hiding. "I'll find you eventually, honey. You'll save us both some trouble if you come out now and take your...heh, licking," she called. Looking the tree up and down, she was surprised to see that her girlfriend had done a great job. She'd even remembered to put up the angel. "Well, the decorations look really nice. I don't know why you're hiding, it looks like you managed to win the bet after all. Don't you want to order your giant girlfriend around? I would think you'd be eager to--"

A faint noise at her feet drew her attention. It felt like she'd kicked something that had been just under the edge of the couch. Bending down to look, she saw something lying there that looked vaguely familiar. Reaching beneath the sofa, she grabbed the object and pulled it out. She was puzzled to see what at first appeared to be a doll. It was about six inches long and made of plastic. It looked vaguely like a woman, a painted face smiling up from a flesh-toned torso with two arms spread to either side, as if offering a hug or making a gesture of welcome. Below the waist, it was a white plastic tube. She was perplexed as to what it could be at first...then she recognized the shape.

She turned back to the tree, staring at the angel tree-topper. As she continued to stare, her initial expression of confusion slowly morphed into a broad grin. "Hmm...that's funny. I don't remember our angel being a brunette."

END

[Nom Anor]

Heh, nice loophole abuse at the end.

[mtshrink]

Great story Qzar

[Shrinking Violent]

i liked it.