Short story: "Shots"

[qzar9999]

Part 1 of 2. As the byline says, the lovely OhZone was my muse for this story, so part 2 is going to be very, very NSFW and completely crazy. ^_^ Fair warning, there will be some SM in the second half too (although, don't worry, I won't lose focus).

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"Shots"
Inspired by ohzone

Linda leaned on the bar and stared across the pool, watching as the woman in the skimpy black bikini flirtatiously touched Chris's arm. He said something, to which she responded by throwing her head back in an exaggerated laugh. Linda's eyes narrowed, her ire building as Chris finally pulled away from the woman with a polite smile and started walking back toward the bar. He set down the tray of empty glasses on the bar top and looked up to see her frowning at him.

"Something the matter, hon?" he asked, starting to clear up the dirty glasses.

"What was that about?" she said, trying not to sound accusatory.

"What was what about?"

"That barely-dressed woman hanging all over you," she said, pointing in the direction of the scantily-clad blonde reclining in her pool chair.

"She was ordering a refill of rum punch," Chris said, still pouring out the watery leftovers from the tray.

"Looked like she was doing a little more than that," Linda said archly.

He sighed. "Okay, she was hitting on me a little bit. She thinks I'm cute, I guess." He looked up from the glasses and met her eyes. "Babe, you have to stop with this jealous streak. You can't get paranoid about every single young female guest trying to steal me away." He gave her a broad smile. "I only have eyes for you, you know that, right?"

Her shoulders sagged a little bit and she looked down. "I know, I know. I just can't help getting a little upset when some bimbo with her tits hanging out is putting her hands on you. And it happens every damn time they do one of these things," she said, casting an annoyed glance at the banner over the bar that read "Singles Night Pool Party! Open Bar! 21+ Only!" in huge, garish red letters. "The place fills up with lonely, drunk, half-naked women, and it seems like they all want a piece of you."

He winked at her, grinning. "That's your fault for not bringing enough for everyone."

"I want you all to myself. Call me greedy." She returned his smile and started helping him with the dirty glasses. A scrap of paper fluttered out from under the tumbler the woman had been drinking out of. Curious, she reached for it.

"What's that, hon?" Chris asked, watching her unfold it.

"Oh, that bitch!" Linda snarled, her teeth gritted.

Chris glanced at the paper in her hand. It had a phone number, with "Call me, maybe? XOXO Cassie" written beneath it. "Hey, be cool, babe. It's not like I'm going to call her."

Linda growled. "That's not the point. She has a lot of nerve even doing something like this!"

"Linda. Calm down. I doubt she even knows I'm with you; I don't exactly go around telling all the guests my personal business."

She wasn't listening to him, though. Her green eyes were fixated on the blonde across the pool. "You say she ordered a rum punch? I'll take it to her."

"Um...hon? You're not gonna do something rash, are you?" Chris said worriedly. "You could get fired if you start shit with a guest."

"Oh, relax," she replied, putting on an unnaturally huge smile. "I'm just gonna take her drink to her, so you don't have to get anywhere near her."

"Linda, I don't like that look in your eyes..."

"Don't be silly, sweetie. I'm not gonna do anything that could get me fired." So saying, she grabbed a clean glass and poured a generous helping of the resort's signature rum punch into it. "Back in a few minutes!"

She sauntered off, carrying the beverage through the crowd of people around the pool. When she was sure he wasn't watching her, she made a quick detour to where she'd stashed her purse, fetching a plastic minibottle with no label that contained a reddish liquid. She took the cap off and poured a small measure of it into the rum punch. According to her friend Rita, the stuff wouldn't do any permanent harm and would wear off in about 12 hours, and in the meantime it would scare and humiliate the blonde bimbo who had designs on her boyfriend. Linda smiled as she recalled the story Rita had told about some wedding she went to where she used it on another man-stealer.

"If only she'd told me how much to add," Linda muttered to herself. Guessing she had probably added enough, she capped the little bottle. Deciding to hang on to it in case she did need to use more, she stuffed it into her back pocket, then smiled to herself as she located Cassie and wove her way expertly through the throng of guests to the blonde's lounge chair. "Your rum punch, ma'am," Linda said politely. The woman looked up with a grin, but it quickly faded when she saw that it wasn't Chris returning with her drink.

"Oh. Uh, thanks. Where's that cute waiter?" she said.

"He's working the bar right now," Linda replied, forcing herself to keep cool. "I'm going to be circulating for a while. Can I get you anything else?"

Cassie sighed. "No, not right now. If I want anything I'll just go to the bar later." Linda watched as she took a big swig of the punch. She frowned slightly and looked down at the glass. "Is this the same stuff I had before? It tastes a little different."

Linda tried to keep her expression and tone neutral, while inside she was cursing. "Yes, ma'am. Same stuff. It's our house specialty," she replied.

Cassie took another sip and frowned again. "I dunno, it just doesn't taste right to me. I think I'm gonna go to the bar and get another one made."

Linda's internal panic ratcheted up a notch. "Well, ma'am, it will be from the same batch, I assure you it'll taste just the same."

Cassie stood up from her pool chair, wobbling a bit since she'd already had a couple of drinks. Her huge breasts, barely contained by the tiny two-piece, jiggled with her motions. Linda noticed she stood about three inches shorter than her own 5'7". "I'm feeling lucky. Here, you can take this one away, and--"

As she said this, she tried to hand the half-full glass back to Linda, but she stumbled slightly as her sandal caught the edge of a cracked tile, and she spilled the remaining drink all over the front of the waitress' uniform, drenching her. Linda could feel the drink soaking through her light blue polo shirt, its sticky juices trickling down her exposed arms and legs. "Oh my god!" she snapped at the blonde. "Be more careful!"

"I'm sorry," Cassie said quickly. "But you don't have to be rude about it. It's just a drink, it'll clean up. You're a bar waitress, this can't be the first time it's happened to you."

Of course, Linda was less upset about being soaked in rum punch (as Cassie was right, this was far from her first rodeo) and more upset about the chemical she'd slipped into the beverage. She racked her brain, desperately trying to remember if Rita had said the stuff had to be ingested or could be absorbed through the skin.

"Look, I didn't mean to do that. But now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to go get another drink." So saying, she pushed past Linda, still frozen in place as she tried to think, and ambled off in the direction of the bar. The brunette waitress watched her go, finally snapping out of her stupor when she saw the busty blonde leaning over the bar and batting her eyes at Chris.

"Either that stuff will affect me or it won't. I guess there's nothing I can do about it now," she said to herself. "But I'm going to keep that slut away from my man." Thus decided, she followed after Cassie, finally coming up right behind her as Chris was filling another glass with rum punch.

"Now, you'll be more careful with this one, right?" he was saying to her.

She giggled obnoxiously. "Well, that depends. If I spill it again will you make me another one, handsome?" She leaned further over the bar, then glanced down at herself. "Oh, wow, what's with this bikini top? My boobs are practically falling out of it!" she said, reaching up with one hand to fiddle with the skimpy swimsuit.

That was the last straw. Linda tapped the blonde on the shoulder, who turned around with a puzzled expression. "Huh? What do you want?"

"Could you do me a favor and stop hitting on my boyfriend, please?" Linda said with a scowl.

"Your boyfriend? Oh, he's with you?" Cassie said, looking surprised. "I didn't know. He's really hot, congratulations." Her face split into a sudden grin. "Of course, just because he's taken doesn't mean he can't look, right?" she smirked. "I mean, all guys look," she said, gesturing at her impressive figure.

Linda looked down involuntarily, then chortled as she noticed one of the blonde's nipples had slipped out of the top. "Heh. And you're really giving them something to look at," she said, pointing at Cassie's chest.

"What?" The blonde looked down, following Linda's pointing finger. "Oh, geez! How did that happen?" Embarrassed, she started fidgeting with the top again, trying to get it back in place. For some reason, it didn't seem to fit her right, and when she finally arranged it to cover her nipples, it looked a bit looser than it had a minute ago. "Dammit! Something's wrong with my swimsuit. It's gonna keep flashing my tits if I can't fix it."

"Well, it's not like you were leaving much to the imagination before," Linda said with a mischievous grin. She noticed the blonde seemed to be a bit shorter than she had been at her chair--it was working! Better still, she didn't feel any different, so it was likely the stuff only worked through ingestion.

Cassie glared up indignantly. "Oh, fuck you, bitch. You're just jealous you don't have the boobs to fill out a bikini like this."

She didn't yet realize it, but the same appeared to be true of Cassie. The bikini top was obviously too large, the triangles of fabric sagging unflatteringly over her breasts and the ties a little too long to hold it up properly.

Linda suppressed a laugh. "You're right. Mine actually fit me."

"Ugh. Cheap fucking suit," Cassie grumbled, looking down at her swimsuit with a frown. Completely ignoring the fact that she was in public, the blonde untied the back strings of her bikini, pulled them tight, and retied them, then did the same for the shoulder straps. Satisfied, she smirked up at Linda. "It must have stretched out from keeping the girls in check," she said, unabashedly clutching her large breasts.

Well, proportionately large, anyway. Even with the strings tied tighter, the top covered more of her breasts now and still seemed a bit baggy. They didn't look as prodigious as they had earlier; in fact, they barely looked bigger than Linda's own modest 34C chest.

She looked down at the slowly shrinking slut in front of her. "Well, they don't look THAT impressive," she said with a grin.

Cassie stared indignantly at the dark-haired waitress. "Fuck off, stretch. Yours only look big because they're...almost at...eye level...?" She trailed off, looking slightly confused, and flicked her eyes up and down Linda's body. Her brows knitted together and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but as she lifted her head to look at Linda's broad grin, a flash of uncertainty crossed her face, and she evidently reconsidered. Rolling her eyes, she sighed theatrically and threw her hands up in the air. "Whatever. Look, I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend. You can stop being paranoid. There are plenty of hot guys here and I'm wasting my time talking to you."

She leaned over the bar, attempting to use her cleavage again to get extra attention. This time it didn't work quite as well, as she seemed to have trouble actually bending over the counter. Giving up after a few failed attempts, she waved at Chris, who was mixing a drink for another patron. "Hey, handsome. Gimme ten buttery nipples," she said as he stepped over.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "You already have that rum punch. You think you need that much at once?"

"It's not for me!" she protested. "Well, one of them is. But I'm gonna find some sexy guys to share the rest with."

"You know they're not included in the open bar, right?"

"I'm feeling generous," she said with a smile. "How about you? Would you like to put one of my buttery nipples in your mouth?"

He started to laugh, but played it off as a cough when he saw the look on Linda's face. "I'm flattered, but I shouldn't. Management doesn't like it if we drink on the clock when it's open bar. Thanks, though." So saying, he set out ten shot glasses and began filling them.

Cassie shrugged, the motion causing her bikini top to shift slightly out of place again. "Your loss." When he was finished, he handed her the shots on a small tray with her punch, and she carried them to a nearby table. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called out to the pool area. "Hey, guys! Who wants to have some shots with me?" She got a few enthusiastic responses, and shortly she had a few of the single men at the party clustered around her table. She looked incredibly petite next to them; Linda had the passing thought that the blonde had better be into tall guys, because they were only going to get taller as the chemical's effects progressed.

Cassie continued to dwindle as she and her entourage polished off the shots quickly, then she chugged about half of her rum punch. Comparing her to the men at her table, Linda noted with amusement that she couldn't be more than a hair over five feet tall- even the shortest guy stood almost a head taller than the blonde. Linda wondered if she even noticed though her beer goggles.

"Mmm, I love this party! So many big, strong, gorgeous men here!" Cassie said with a giggle. "I'm going for a swim, if any of you studs want to join me. Last one in is a rotten egg!" So saying, she jogged to the side of the pool (not noticing her oversized sandals flying off her feet), bent her knees, pushed off the tile floor, and dove headfirst into the deep end.

She surfaced in a shallower area a few seconds later to the sound of whistles and catcalls. Wiping her wet hair out of her eyes, she glanced around in confusion. "What? What's everybody looking at me for?" In a moment, she spotted something black and triangular floating on the surface. A worried look crossed her face, and her hands plunged under the water to confirm her fear.

"Oh my god! My suit!" she cried. One of the guys from her table jumped into the pool and grabbed the drifting bikini bottom, wading over to helpfully offer it to her. "Thanks," she said, blushing beet red as she grabbed the bottom and slipped it under the water, contorting herself as she pulled it back on. Frowning, she fidgeted with it, as if it wasn't fitting properly. Finally deciding it was good enough, she smiled at her swimsuit-rescuer. "Thanks so much. I'm Cassie."

"Aaron," he replied, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you. It's not every woman who introduces herself by dropping her pants."

She blushed again. "I don't know what's going on with the suit. I swear it fit earlier."

He shrugged. "I'd imagine it's hard to find good stuff in your size."

Cassie's eyes narrowed. "My size? What do you mean?"

"No offense meant. It's just that you're really petite. I haven't met many women as short as you."

The blonde looked puzzled. "I'm not particularly short. You probably think everyone is short, being such a tall guy."

Linda watched their exchange, fascinated. The dumb blonde still didn't realize what was happening to her. It seemed like it would be impossible to ignore at this point--especially since the water was up to her shoulders even though she was standing near a big, black depth marker reading "4 FT." She looked ridiculously small next to Aaron, as the top of her head was below his shoulders. Linda laughed to herself. Turning to Chris, she said something about going to collect the tray of shot glasses, but that was an excuse to get closer to the pool and spy on the shrinking bikini babe. As she approached the table, her foot slipped, and she lost her balance. She managed to twist her body so she wouldn't hit face-first on the hard tile surface around the pool, but she still came down painfully on her backside, her ass thumping hard against the floor.

"Ow! Jesus!" she exclaimed, leaning forward and rubbing her sore ass while looking to see what she'd slipped on. The floor under her foot was dry, and there weren't any obstructions, so she was unsure what had caused her fall. As she shifted her foot to stand back up, though, she got it.

Her sneaker felt loose.

A chill ran up her spine as she glanced at the footwear, seeing that the laces were still tied tightly, but there was clearly a small gap between her heel and the back of the shoe. She wiggled her foot experimentally, and it slid around in the suddenly roomy shoe. Her sock, too, seemed to be sagging a bit around her ankle. Any other day she might have written this off, but she knew what was happening. Belatedly, she realized she could no longer feel the sticky sensation of the rum punch on her skin--evidently the stuff could be absorbed by contact.

"Dammit!" she muttered under her breath. Linda had no way of knowing how much she had absorbed, so she didn't know how small she might get--but since her victim had only swallowed half of the intended dosage and was already approaching four feet with no sign of stopping, she didn't like the implications. She needed to get out of the bar and find somewhere to hide for the next 12 hours. Trying to figure out what excuse she could give Chris, she stood up, using the table to leverage herself. She rubbed her sore ass again, hoping she wouldn't have too bad of a bruise there later. As she moved to take the tray of empty shot glasses, she thought she felt something brush against her legs, and as she picked up the tray, she heard more whistles and catcalls.

Thinking Cassie was losing her swimsuit again, she turned her head to look at the pool, but the blonde seemed to still have her bikini top on (though it was looking looser and looser as she shrank, the cups trying to float upward as the water was now up to her neck). Shrugging, she started to take a step and felt her ankles snag on something. Looking down, she was shocked to see her black uniform shorts on the ground! She dropped the tray back on the table, but as she bent to pick her shorts up, she felt a draft on her butt, and her lacy blue panties fell into her hands. Even more jeering followed, with at least one shout of "Nice ass!" Burning crimson, she yanked the pants and underwear back up to her waist, trying to situate them so they'd stay. Hurriedly, she grabbed the tray and returned it to the bar, where Chris was grinning at her.

"Nice show you put on there, babe. Not that I don't enjoy seeing you naked, but what happened?" he said as she set the glasses down.

"I'm, uh, having a, uh, wardrobe malfunction," she stammered. "I must have lost a little weight recently and I didn't bring a belt." She paused for a moment, realizing that was as good an excuse as any. "I've gotta get out of here, hon, before I--"she almost completed the sentence with "shrink any more," but caught herself--"before they fall off again. I can go home and grab a belt, and be back here in just a little bit." Of course, she intended to manufacture some excuse when she got home not to come back. She hated to do that to him on such a busy night, but Gabrielle was working too, so it's not like he'd be by himself.

"Got you covered, babe," he said. He removed the buckle of his own belt and pulled it through the loops in his pants, grinning at her as he did so.

"I can't take that! You need it!" she said, hastily trying to hold her excuse together. "Besides, it'll be too big for me anyway."

"Nah," he replied. "My pants will stay up just fine without it. You're the one having the issue, so you can use it. And it's braided, so you can slide the buckle in anywhere. It'll fit you just fine."

Linda gritted her teeth, then tried to make it look like a smile. He was only trying to help, but he was inadvertently ruining her excuse, and she really didn't want to stay not knowing how small she might get. Trying to appear grateful, she took the belt from him and slipped it through the loops on her shorts. "Thanks, sweetie," she said, already attempting to cobble together another excuse in her head. She dreaded trying to serve the crowd and carry around trays of heavy glasses if she was going to get much smaller.

"Are you okay, Linda?" he asked, looking thoughtfully at her. "You look...different."

"Different? What do you mean? I'm not any different," she said a little too quickly. "Um. Now that you mention it, my feet hurt. Do you mind if you do some walking around and I'll just stay back here behind the bar?"

He shrugged. "Sure thing, hon." Smiling at her, he leaned slightly down to give her a quick kiss. "I hope your feet feel better." So saying, he scooped up an empty tray and walked away across the floor.

[OhZone]

Ohhhhhhhyeaaaaaaaah! Thanks for your brilliant, sexy mind, qzar! Another orgasmic gem! mmm yeah.

[Potion Victim]

Nice name choices! LOL. And a great story!

[Shrinking Violet]

Hot Story. Can't wait for the next installment.

[gladewalker]

Gotta be more careful! ;-)

[mtshrink]

Love it so far!! i can't wait for part 2

[qzar9999]

So I lied, this story's going to be longer than two parts. It's a concept that really provides a lot of options for content and I just... can't... stop.

Do you see what you do to me, Ozara? :P

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The next few minutes went by mostly uneventfully for Linda, although she did have to tighten her belt again, which reinvigorated her paranoia about how much she might shrink. The bottles and glasses all felt slightly off to her, so she was glad she didn't get too many drink orders. She mainly passed the time cleaning up and keeping an eye on the still-shrinking Cassie, although it was now less about humiliating the blonde and more about seeing how small the formula could make someone so she might know what to expect. She was still in the water talking to Aaron, although she was now floating at the edge of the pool, her arms spread out along the rim to brace herself. That made it hard to tell how much more she had shrunk, although Linda thought she could see the black triangles of the bikini top floating on the surface in front of Cassie (who seemed to be either too drunk or too smitten with Aaron to notice).

She was drifting along the wall, unconsciously pulling herself into shallower water as she got smaller while keeping her focus on Aaron. "So, big boy," Cassie said, smiling lasciviously up at him (he seemed so tall!), "do you think I'm sexy?"

He grinned down at her. "Well, I don't know how to answer that. You did take off your bikini bottom right in front of me. I might be biased."

"You don't know?" she said, putting on an exaggerated pout. Pushing away from the wall, she floated over to him and stood facing him, the three feet of water coming up to just below her breasts, which were now poorly covered by the increasingly large black top. "Well, let me see if I can get a 'hard' answer out of you." Before he could react, she slipped her hand under the water, reaching toward him. His eyes bugged out as her hand found what she was looking for. "Mmm. Wow, you really are a big guy!" she exclaimed, biting her lip. Her perception might be off a bit from his swim trunks, but his stiff cock felt so huge she could barely wrap her hand around it! "I guess this means you do think I'm sexy."

She turned around in front of Aaron, intending to grind her ass against him, but found she quite literally came up short. "My god, I can't believe how tall you are!" she said, feeling his stiff member poking her in the lower back. Frustrated, she turned back around and stroked him again under the water, amazed when he felt even bigger. He let out an involuntary moan at her touch. "So, stud, why don't we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked with a wink.

"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned at her. "Lead the way, little lady."

"Catch me if you can!" she replied, playfully turning and diving under the water, swimming toward the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. He chuckled as he saw her bikini bottom again floating free on the surface where she had gone under and scooped it up, wading after her. She broke the surface near the "2 FT" marker (where the water now rose to just above her navel), but had slogged through the water and started up the stairs without noticing. As she stepped high enough to raise her thighs out of the water, she finally realized what was wrong and yelped in embarrassment. "Aw, not again!" she wailed, putting a hand over her crotch and blushing anew.

Aaron grinned as he walked up next to her, holding the discarded bottom. "Missing something?" He was surprised that she didn't look as short as before, but looking down he saw her feet were on the fourth step up...and the top of her head was still below his chin.

"This is so embarrassing," she said, snatching it from him and trying to pull it on. She got it up to her hips, but the waterlogged swimsuit was huge around them--it looked like it was made for someone twice her size! Turning even redder, she held it against her waist, vainly trying to keep herself covered. "Aaron, help me! This bottom isn't gonna stay on!"

"Heh. Um, Cassie, I don't think it's just the bottom..." He pointed at her chest, trying hard to keep himself from grinning.

She looked down and quickly realized that the cups of her bikini top were hanging limply down to her belly, the loosely dangling straps crossing over her otherwise exposed tits. She let go of the bottom to try to fix the top, and it fell again. After a few attempts in her drunken (and shrunken) state, she finally held the bottom up over her groin with one hand and clutched the loose top to her chest with the other, which unfortunately for her left the back of the swimsuit hanging, leaving her ass bare to the room. Still flushed red, she groaned in embarrassment. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with this fucking swimsuit! I don't wanna be naked in front of everybody!"

"Aaron to the rescue!" he said, bending down and scooping up the little woman in his arms, draping her knees over one elbow and supporting her head and back with the opposite forearm. He really was amazed at how small she was--her proportions looked like an average-sized woman, but she had to be some kind of dwarf or something. It was funny that she had seemed taller at the table. It must have been an illusion. Either way, to be so short, she was damned sexy, and he had an idea how to help her out and still have some fun with her.

She gasped in surprise as he picked her up so effortlessly, but then smiled as she curled up in his arms, snuggling up against his muscular bare chest. "Mmm. My big strong man. Where are we going?"

"The changing rooms. They're private and the doors lock. You can try to fix your swimsuit, and I can, ah, help you with it," he said, grinning down at the shrinking blonde in his arms.

"I like the way you think!"

Linda watched them go, disappointed that Cassie was apparently going to get something good out of it. She'd found it amusing when the blonde's swimsuit came off, but was immediately dismayed when she realized that meant she could shrink that small, or possibly smaller since she wouldn't find out when Cassie actually stopped. She was waiting on Chris to come back, having decided to fake illness so she could get the hell out of there before she got too short to drive. She was cleaning some empty glasses when someone walked up and ordered a cocktail, so she slipped the rag into her back pocket and set about making the drink. She had just put the first ingredient in when an alarm bell went off in her head and she froze. Her eyes going wide with panic, she reached behind her and patted the back pockets of her shorts. The minibottle wasn't there. A quick scan of the floor behind the bar showed it wasn't there either, and she knew she hadn't taken it out and set it anywhere, so that only left one possibility: it must have slipped out when she fell on her ass, or when the shorts dropped off of her.

"Um...I'm sorry, sir, excuse me just a minute. I'll be right back." So saying, she walked quickly around the bar and headed for the table where she'd fallen earlier. She passed some bar patrons on the way and was worried about how tall they all looked--just how much had she already shrunk? She had to mind her steps, as her shoes kept trying to slip off her feet, and her blue polo shirt seemed to be getting looser by the minute, its collar widening on her shoulders. Frantically, she scanned the tile floor all around the area where she had fallen, but the little bottle of red stuff was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, hon. What are you doing out here? Are your feet feeling better?"

Startled, she jerked up from her bent-over stance to see Chris standing on the other side of the table. Quickly estimating, she realized her eye level was below his shoulders, when normally she'd be staring right at the tip of his nose. She had to get out of here, fast!

"Oh! Uh, hi! Yeah, I--I mean, no. No. I'm actually feeling really bad. My stomach is upset, I've got a nasty headache, and I'm dizzy. I think I might be coming down with something."

He frowned, concern showing in his eyes. "Aw. My poor baby. I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Do you need to..."

He kept talking, but she wasn't listening. She had seen something that caused her heart to pound. In the middle of the pool, a tall, slim redheaded woman had just scooped the minibottle up from where it had been floating on the water. Linda watched, stunned, as the woman unscrewed the cap, sniffed it, shrugged, and raised it to her lips.

"NO!" she screamed. What happened next seemed to transpire in slow motion. Automatically, she broke into a run for the edge of the pool. She had forgotten the state of her shoes and socks, and they caused her to stumble almost immediately as first the back shoe and then the front went flying off of her fast-moving feet. She slipped in her loose, floppy socks and lost her balance, throwing her arms out to catch herself while staring transfixed at the woman in the pool. The redhead took a sip from the bottle and made a disgusted face as Linda's hands hit the slick tile at the very edge of the pool...and slid forward, her smaller, lighter body sliding toward the water. The last thing she saw before she went under was the redhead dropping the open bottle into the pool.

Coughing and sputtering, Linda surfaced seconds later, feeling her waterlogged polo shirt weighing her down. Her shorts had come off again, and she could feel her sagging panties waving loosely around her waist under the water, but she was too concerned about the bottle to dive beneath the water and look for her pants at the moment. She swam quickly over to the redhead, ignoring her panties sliding completely off her shrunken legs in the water. She felt a curious tingling as she neared the other woman. When she reached her, she snatched the bottle out of the water, desperately hoping that maybe, somehow, it wouldn't be that bad. However, when she looked, she could tell that the bottle held only a few ounces of crystal-clear pool water. Linda glanced at the water she was swimming in and saw a pale pinkish tint dissipating into the water, already faint and getting fainter as it spread across the pool.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," she breathed, realizing there was nothing she could do. Turning to face the tall redhead, she was dismayed to find that although the water only rose to the other woman's ribcage, it came up to her neck. She glanced at the side of the pool and saw the "4 FT" marker--she was shorter than Cassie had been when she first got in the pool. Linda put one hand on the taller woman's shoulder. "Hey! You! What's your name?" she snapped.

"Angie," she replied with a slight slur.

"Angie. Okay. Angie, how much of this did you drink?" Linda held the bottle up accusingly before Angie's face.

"I 'unno. Jus' a lil sip. Didn't tas' very good, so I threw it out," she said, giggling.

Linda felt her panic building as she had to rise up on tiptoe to keep her head above water, and she took a few steps toward the shallow end. "Just a little sip? That's all?"

Angie giggled again. "About tha' much," she replied, holding her finger and thumb barely apart.

Assuming the woman's drunken judgment was even remotely accurate, with what Linda had poured into the drink earlier, that meant over three-fourths of the bottle had been dumped into the pool. And since the stuff would work on contact...

"Angie," she said, snapping her fingers in front of the redhead's face (or as close as she could manage) to be sure she had her attention, "Angie, listen. You have to get out of the pool, okay?"

"But I'm hav'n' fun!" the taller woman protested.

"Look, trust me! You need to get out, now!" She started to raise her voice to call out for everyone to clear the pool, but was cut off as a large hand clamped down on top of her head and dunked her into the water, her oversized polo shirt and bra fluttering upward around her torso with the sudden motion. The hand released her a moment later, and she came up coughing and spitting out pool water to see Angie glaring at her.

"Why are ya bein' a bitch? I don' wanna get out," she slurred at the still-shrinking Linda. "Besides, the water is so warm an' tingly..." she added, smiling as she rubbed her hands along her thighs beneath the surface.

After a few more coughs, Linda started to reply, but then she noticed that something was happening to Angie. The redhead appeared to be slowly sinking into the water, her boobs sliding gradually downward toward the surface as she stood there staring at the waitress. Linda could see the one-piece dark red swimsuit beginning to loosen on the other woman, even as she had to once again move into shallower water to keep her feet on the floor. She panicked anew, thinking the formula in the pool water was already taking effect, but then she remembered Angie had swallowed some and thought that was probably all it was...until she noticed something behind the slim redhead at the edge of the pool. A blonde woman was hanging on the edge, her hands and belly braced against the tile and only her legs below the thighs immersed; what had caught Linda's eye was her bikini bottom moving. The light green, floral-printed piece was slipping slowly down her butt, and as she watched, Linda could see the blonde's legs ever-so-slowly rising out of the water as she held on to the edge of the pool.

"Oh god, it's too late," she breathed. Glancing down at the water again, she could see that the pink tint was gone completely--the formula had been completely absorbed into the pool water. Apparently, the tingling she was still feeling was a result of the formula working, and a quick look around at the other people in the pool showed a few telltale signs that they were feeling it, too.

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Oh-MY-GAWD. Why did I have to see this before work? Great stuffs!