Audiobook - Honesty's Reward (Complete)

[Nom Anor]

Again, heh.

[pseudoclever]

Audio for Chapter 5:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=AAC5GKQC


No major changes to report on this one. The first half was murder to record and edit. The second half, Yogurcita got on a role, and put down about three solid minutes of audio that didn't require any editing whatsoever. A couple of times I piped up to ask her to re-read something, and was actually yelling at my past self while editing. "SHUT UP! That was GREAT!"

[pseudoclever]

Another NSFW chapter. ^^



6. Honesty's Reward


Everything, absolutely everything in the room looked bigger. I guessed that Tiffany's massage had cost me another five or six inches of height – quite a lot for a super-petite girl to lose, mind you, though it could have been much better.

Crap. Worse. I meant. Crap. What'd I say?

Tiffany laughed, a sound that I could both hear and feel as she held me between her breasts. The giant girl spun me around, setting me back on the massage table, face up. She looked me over appraisingly, clinically...in a way that made me feel like a new toy being examined the first time it's taken from its box. Finally she nodded, giving me that seductive little smirk of hers, and put her big hands on my shoulders. She squeezed gently, and began to work her way down my diminished body.

At once I realized, the back massage was over. It was time for the front.

It would've been so easy to give in, to lie back and simply enjoy all this. But no matter how small I was, no matter how good it felt, I still had my dignity. I NEEDED to fight this.

“Why?” I demanded, looking up into her enormous blue eyes. “Why did you trick me? Tiffany, it's not...it's not fair!”

The amazon girl shook her head, and placed one gigantic finger softly against my lips. “You just broke rule number one AND rule number two. You opened your eyes. AND you spoke. Naughty naughty!”

She reached for the jar of cream, which I now saw was labeled with a minus sign. I watched with mingled fascination and horror as she stirred her finger inside. “I think my precious little Sammie-Poo needs to be punished. And I know just how to do it. Going down, shorty!”

I grabbed ahold of her wrist, fighting with all my strength, but this was pointless. She overpowered me without any visible effort, and smooshed the cream against my cheek. There was instant heat, and suddenly the room was surging around me. The vinyl massage table spread wider, and Tiffany seemed to gain several inches of awe-inspiring, jaw dropping height. The smirk on her face as she watched me shrink...huge, wicked, and, I was forced to admit, incredibly sexy.

I cried out, in a voice that even to me sounded comically high-pitched. “Tiffany, no! Stop it! I...I don't WANT to shrink. I don't WANT to be....”

“Oh Samantha...don't kid a kidder. I know you too well, and I know exactly what you REALLY want. And right now, you're getting it.”

Before I had time to ask what she meant, a pair of enormous, wet lips were pressing on mine. I made no pretext of fighting her, and this was easy to rationalize. She was too powerful – a busty amazon, six and a half feet tall, and by now I was far less than two thirds her height.

So I gave in, let her have her way with me, on the pretense that the kiss was inevitable. Never mind how it felt...lips so much larger than mine, soft and sensuous against me. Forget about the sudden exaltation from that secret part of my mind that loved how much bigger Tiffany had become, and how much smaller I was now. And please, overlook the fact that, throughout it all, the words 'At last!' were echoing over and over in my head.

When our kiss ended, the giantess was still smirking. But the expression had lost its hard edge, and seemed reasonable, almost kind. “Ah, but where ARE my manners. You wanted to know why I'm doing this. It's very simple, Samantha dear. Because I like you. Because I think you're a very sexy young woman. And because I want to have you for my very own.”

I set my jaw defiantly, staring up at the woman who now appeared nine feet tall. “So what, your plan is to shrink me until I'm incapable of resisting?”

Tiffany grinned wider, bent until her luscious lips were inches from mine. “Not at all sweetie. My plan is to shrink you, until you admit you enjoy being small.”

“But...but I don't!”

“Bullshit.” She sat beside me, let out a long, deep sigh. Was she...yes, the giant girl was actually nervous! “Listen Samantha. I didn't want to have to do this. But...I'm going to tell you something, something that I've never admitted to another living soul. I...I get sexually excited by the idea...of being bigger than the people around me. Even more than that, by the idea – or in this case the actuality – of GROWING bigger. I don't know if it's a power thing or...well, I can't explain it, and I won't try.”

The giantess turned, looking deep into my eyes as I lay there on the table. “You...Samantha, you are very special to me. Over the past few months my favorite thing in the world has been watching as, day by day, you've appeared to dwindle as I've gotten bigger. It's had me thinking. Because you see, I've had this OTHER formula. The shrinking serum. And to be honest, the thought of you ACTUALLY shrinking, getting smaller and smaller in my arms, becoming utterly helpless and dependent on me...well, it's kept me up at night. I'll put it bluntly. Right now, seeing you this way – naked, lying on your back, and so beautifully, perfectly tiny...it's making me absolutely, positively DRENCHED.”

Her manner changed in an instant, became seductively predatory. The giant girl rolled to her hands and knees, prowled forward, trapped me beneath her like the little mouse I was. She was so close that I could feel her breath tickling my ear. “And I think, Samantha, that maybe you feel the same way.”

Suddenly she was standing again, back to her full, gargantuan height. “I'm right, aren't I? You ARE enjoying this?”

There it was – the question I had avoided asking myself, finally out in the open. “Tiffany....”

I sat there, not saying anything, barely even breathing for a long time. But then finally, eyes downcast in embarrassment, I nodded.

“I thought so. Good.” Tiffany reached out to me, traced one long, almost double-sized finger along the length of my cheek. “As long as we're playing twenty questions, let me ask you something else. I saw how soaking wet you were earlier...during your massage. The serum DOES have certain aphrodisiac properties, but...was there some other reason, too?”

Again I nodded, feeling a flare of heat from between my legs.

Tiffany took one of my tiny hands in hers, squeezed. “And why was that, precisely? Don't stall dear. Time is short, and if you can be truthful with me, well...honesty has its rewards.”

My voice came out, barely a whisper. “I...I get excited when...I mean, the same way you do. You've always done it to me, more than anyone else. And now, when you're so h-huge, and I'm so little....”

“I thought so.” Tiffany ran her giant fingers through my hair, then slowly, so slowly, bent and kissed me short and sweet on the mouth. Her lips completely enveloped mine for less than a second, and then they were gone. “Now I've got you here, all alone, and I'm dead-set on making you even smaller. And let me guess. The more I shrink you...the stronger that feeling gets. Is that right?”

It is possible to be so embarrassed that your entire body blushes. Did you know that? “I...ah...earlier. A part of me liked what you were doing to me. I wanted...wanted you to get bigger than me.”

She began to trace the tips and edges of my breasts, at least D-cups by now if I had been my normal size, and so, so sensitive. The strongest burst of pleasure yet shot through my diminutive frame, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at the top of my lungs.

“That's it Samantha, let it all out. You're doing SO good. But let me get this straight. Did you want to be EVEN SMALLER than you were when you came in today? Wasn't four foot nine already too little? I thought...well, didn't you just say you wanted to be BIGGER?” Tiffany let her finger slide from my breasts, drift lower, down my trim little tummy, beyond.

The heat inside me had kindled. It felt as if I had a small sun trapped between my thighs. “I think I want this more.”

“Do you really? How wonderful!” Now she was stroking the hot, tender flesh of my inner thigh. I was breathing hard, my pulse pounding fast at my temples.

“And perhaps it was just my imagination, Little One – you don't mind if I call you that, do you? Little One? I thought that earlier, you wanted me to TOUCH you while you shrank.” The tip of one enormous finger grazed feather-light against my womanhood. I felt an instant gush of wetness, and let out a sharp gasp. “Touch you here, I mean. In your tiny, little pussy.”

“Oh God Tiffany, I do! Please!”

“Of course sweetie,” she purred, but then to my dismay pulled her huge hands off me, and stood away. “But one more question first.”

Tiffany reached into the jar again, and gathered another blob of the shrinking cream. The amazon held it up, inches from my face. “Even as tiny as you are...less than four feet tall...do you want to be even smaller? Do you want to watch the world grow gigantic around you? To see me stretch taller, and taller, as you shrink into a tiny, defenseless little creature? Hmm, do you?”

Practically shaking with anticipation, I nodded a final time. I opened my mouth, and let Tiffany spread the cream across my tongue. I suckled her greedily, taking in every last drop of the delicious shrinking potion.

“There's my good little girl,” Tiffany cooed, stroking my hair delicately as the first wave of tingling came. The feeling grew stronger, spread throughout my body. First my breasts ballooned larger, as if they were slowly filling with warm honey. And then, joy of joys, I began to shrink for my lover.

Tiffany moaned softly as she watched me dwindle, and stroked my little body with more intensity. “Aw, there Samantha, there you go. It's the first time you've let yourself enjoy this, isn't it? Getting smaller...and smaller...and smaller. Well, it's okay. Remember, big sexy Tiffany is right here. Right here, to keep you warm and safe. Right here, to make sure nothing bad happens to you. Right here, to make you feel so, so good while you shrink.”

Hands each the size of a dinner plates pressed against my shoulders, eased me gently onto my back, caressed me as I grew smaller. A moment later something cold touched my stomach, and I had time to understand that Tiffany had placed a second drop of cream before thought became impossible. Her angelic face hovered above mine, getting bigger, and bigger, distorted by the strips of fog that were rising from my body.

“That's it hunnie. You like that don't you, watching me while you shrink? I know. That way you can see me grow, and you know just how small you're getting. Oh God Samantha, just think of how much bigger than you I am already. Why, I'm almost twice your height! And believe me, I'm going to make you much, MUCH smaller before we're though. Think about this too – how good do you feel, when I've barely even touched you yet? Oh no, wait. Don't. Because here, I'll give you something ELSE to think about.”

Suddenly her hands came down upon the tender swells of my still-expanding bustline. Tiffany was merciless. She pinched, she rolled. She raked me with fingernails. She licked and nibbled and placed soft butterfly kisses against the ultra-sensitive undersides of my breasts. I shrieked in ecstasy, writhing back and forth, trying to escape, but Tiffany held me with only the weight of a single hand against my tummy.

“Aw, I'm sorry baby,” she drawled, her voice syrup-sweet. “I didn't intend to do something so mean. Why, I ALMOST let you stop shrinking there for a moment. We can't have that, can we? No we can't! Little Samantha is still much, much too big! But ah, I have the cure for THAT.” This time she dipped two fingers into the jar, and spread them far apart as she coated them in shrinking cream.

“One for YOU.” For a full heartbeat I wondered what she meant, but then I felt her finger press directly against the rock hard bud of my left nipple, and immediate acid pleasure dissolved through my body. My bust swelled. My body instantly contracted inward...and Tiffany grew. I howled, my hips thrusting uselessly at the ceiling as I shrank smaller and smaller.

Through the delirium haze of pleasure, I heard Tiffany laughing. “And one for YOU.” A matching surge from my right breast, another giant pulse of shrinking, and a sudden blazing heat that threatened to burn my little body to cinders.

It was too much. I needed release! And the moment that thought pierced my mind, Tiffany was there. The smirk on her face had grown to titanic proportions. It was clear that she had passed that invisible divider, was now more than twice my height, and was only getting bigger.

“Are you ready, my little treasure? I think you are. Oh my, yes. Look at how WET I've gone and made you! Why, you must be almost out of your mind, Little One! Well, don't you worry. You're going to cum Samantha, and not just once. I'm going to make you cum with my finger, until you're too small for it to fit inside. And then? I'm going to use my big, wet tongue, and shrink you until there's nothing left.”

With only the faintest pressure she parted my little thighs, held both my knees in the air with one finger. Now my butt was pointing skyward, the most intimate part of my body completely exposed to Tiffany's curious eye. “What a pretty little morsel you make. Get ready Samantha...because...here...you...come.”

Taking both my ankles between her thumb and forefinger, she reached down with her free hand, toward my very center. And then, at long, long last, I felt her inside. One giant knuckle traced a slow, gooey line right down the middle of my pussy, spreading my lips, entering me. The twelve foot girl laughed, though not unkindly, at my tiny little shriek of pleasure. She lifted her hand, made another pass, pressing harder.

“Oh Samantha, this is everything I hoped it would be. You're so little, so helpless, and you're all mine.” She was stirring now, my juices making a slick, wet sloshing sound. Then once, just once, the giantess pushed her entire finger inside me, a finger that felt bigger than any man I had ever been with, filling me to my very brim. My cry was ear-splitting – how could so much pleasure exist in the universe? I came explosively, my body spasming, twitching and shrinking as the giant girl diddled me to the highest point of bliss in my life.

“Aw, Little One. You look so cute when you climax, did you know that? I can make you do it again, and again you know, for as long as I want. I have complete control over everything about you now, and so I don't even have to ask your permission for this. But I will anyway.”

As soon as my eyes readjusted to the light I saw what she was holding: the green bottle. “How about it, my little love? Would you like me to put some of this...inside you? You'll get so, so much smaller, Samantha. And I promise...I'll make you come once...for every little inch you lose.”

An enormous glob of the grey, sweet-smelling stuff was already on her finger, was slowly drifting toward the throbbing cleft between my thighs. “Please Sammie-Poo? Pretty please? Let big Tiffany shrink you even more. I want to be able to hold your sexy little body in the palm of my hand. You won't regret it...please?”

Trembling, I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting the giantess see everything there was to see. Then, parting my lips with both hands, I nodded eagerly. “Hurry!”

There was the sudden, sharp crunch of a key turning in a lock. The door swung open, crashing into the far wall. In the doorway stood Anthony, looking positively gigantic, surveying the scene like a character in an action movie.

Bruce Willis, Die Hard, I thought.

No one moved. I stared at him, mortified – imagine your crush catching you in a position this compromising – at just over three feet tall, spreading yourself for his boss.

Anthony looked from me, to the green plastic bottle, to Tiffany, to the goo-covered finger posed mere inches from my womanhood. His face darkened. And with a speed that I would never have suspected he possessed, he darted across the room.

Tiffany knew where he was going, tried to stop him. She lunged, but he deftly side-stepped her attack, and dove for bottle. Before either of us could say anything, even try to explain, he'd grabbed it, and dashed out its contents.

All over Tiffany.

[qzar9999]

Somehow I had a hunch something like this would happen to Tiffany before it was all said and done. Very nice, pseudo, very nice. Looking forward to the next bit.

[pseudoclever]

9. Three Types of Tension


Ten minutes later Anthony led Tiffany and I down the back stairs of his apartment, all the while shooting furtive glances over his shoulder to make sure we weren't seen. He made us press together against his door while he worked the lock, shielding us with his body. The closeness was momentarily surprising ? Tiffany tight against me, nearly eight feet tall from my perspective and barely dressed. And mere inches from my face, just beneath eye level, was Anthony's crotch. I took a deep breath, controlling my reaction to the two giants, until finally the door opened and we slipped inside.

The apartment looked gigantic, predictable, and for a moment I just stood taking it in. What stuck me wasn't the massive size, but that the place wasn't near as messy as I'd expected. Sure it could've used a woman's touch: a pass with a vacuum, maybe a couple house plants. But, no empty pizza boxes stacked on the floor, no empty beer cans on the coffee table, no posters of half-naked ladies on motor bikes...I'd say he was doing alright for himself.

Tiffany, however, seemed less than thrilled. She strutted about the room, a displeased, almost motherly expression on her face. The four foot girl ran her hand through the fabric of his window curtain, swiped a finger across his dusty bookshelf. I had to fight down an almost suicidal urge to laugh. Tiffany's miniscule size, her surroundings and attire, most of all that look on her face ? she looked like the world's smallest combination swimsuit model and housekeeping judge.

Er...second-smallest, I guess.

?I SUPPOSE these quarters will do,? the larger girl sighed. ?Now before you do anything else Anthony, go prepare a room for us. Samantha and I will take our growth serum, at once.? She waved a hand, dismissing him.

Anthony turned, halfway through the act of putting his coat on a hanger. ?You know Miss Ardeen...Tiffany. This whole act of yours is wearing a little thin. I've worked with you for over two years now. In that time, you've done nothing but treat me like a servant....?

?I NEVER!? Tiffany interrupted, sounding genuinely offended. But Anthony spoke over her, never missing a beat.

?...and I'm not going to take it. This is my HOME. Sorry, but you're going to have to give me some respect while you're here.?

Tiffany glowered, hands on hips. ?Oh, now I understand. You think that since you've shrunk me to the size of a pre-schooler that you're big man on campus now. Finally going to stand up to your big, scary boss, are you?? Her voice had risen a couple notches, and she was advancing on him, fist raised. ?I won't stand for you trying to turn this situation to your advantage you...you vulture!?

I expected him to break, to apologize. But surprisingly, Anthony stood his ground. ?Funny how you accuse ME of using an unfair size advantage, when using your height to push people around is basically all you do.? He crossed his arms, peering down at the snarling girl, who now stood only inches from his chest.

?Take...that...BACK!?

?No.? He sighed. ?Look Tiffany, let's get to the point. I admit I'm responsible for you being this small. And I did it without fully understanding what was going on between...you and Samantha. But look. Regardless of how this happened, you're here because you need my help. All I ask is that you treat me...well, if not as though you're grateful, like I'm being a friend to you...how about for once you act like I'm a human being??

The silence that fell so was heavy that it was almost a physical object. Anthony continued to stare down his miniature boss, and although Tiffany kept right on scowling, her eyes were now fixed on the corner of the room. Watching those two giants argue, feeling the tension in the room, I felt smaller than ever.

When Tiffany finally spoke, it was barely a whisper. ?Sorry.?

The word was so quiet that I was sure Anthony would demand she say it again, and that the fight would flare back up.

?Okay,? Anthony breathed, in a manner that suggested the subject was closed. ?Anyway. Yes, it IS our first priority to get the two of you growing again. Come on, we can use my bedroom.?

He turned, motioned, led us down the hallway. I followed behind, feeling like a pygmy warrior stalking an elephant. A moment later I heard Tiffany's running footsteps, and when I looked the tiny giantess was scurrying along behind, her enormous handbag slung over her shoulder.

Anthony's bedroom was as well-kept as the rest of his apartment. It looked as if he had cleaned up recently, and unless he had taken to sleeping on the couch, he'd made his bed the previous morning. Tiffany came in behind me, and nodded a faint sort of approval. ?Alright then. Samantha, seeing as you're so much shorter than I, why don't you be the first to take an application of the growth cream??

I felt a sudden, irrational urge to object, to tell her I wanted to be this small for just a teensy bit longer.

?Very nice of you,? I replied instead.

She gave me another of those disconcerting mind-reading grins of hers, and began to rustle around inside her purse. ?Hop up on the bed, then. It won't be as comfortable as my massage table, but it'll have to do.?

I approached Anthony's bed, feeling its owner's eyes on me. How I'd wanted to see this place, to be here in this room with him. And what a strange way this was of getting my wish. After a moment, another thought occurred ? the bed wasn't especially high, but at my current height of three feet it would be at the very least 'inconvenient' to try and climb it.

I was trying to figure out how best to go about this while still maintaining my dignity, when I felt Anthony come up beside me. ?Want a hand??

Pleased to hear a distinct lack of humor in his voice, I nodded.

Anthony bent to one knee, slipped one arm behind my back, and another beneath my knees. He lifted slowly, trying not to disorient me. And then something strange happened. He just...held me. It went on that way for what felt like an eternity, with him hugging me gently against his chest, and my arms wrapped tight around his neck for support. I had time to think how awkward this should be ? being cradled like a baby by a man who I not only had the hots for, but who had also been six inches shorter than me as recently as yesterday. And I had time to realize that no, it didn't feel awkward at all.

But then Anthony came to his senses. He set me down on the bed, and stepped respectfully away as I crawled over to sit on its edge.

Tiffany came to stand at my feet, and I caught a brief sneer on her face that just might have been jealousy. The way she positioned herself before me, stopping directly between my legs, just a little too close, was almost casual. Almost. She tried to give me that same old confident smirk, the one that always made me feel like a pathetic little supplicant grovelling at her feet. Somehow though, it had lost its edge.

?Very well then, Samantha. Just get yourself comfortable. You're going to enjoy this sweetie, I promise. Time for a nice little rub-down...with some of this.?

The girl lifted a squat plastic tub, holding it up so I could read its label. It was the same one I had seen earlier, with the little 'plus' sign scrawled on its side. It looked practically enormous in Tiffany's hand, and I was again forcibly reminded that, even though the girl was MUCH bigger than I was, she was still pretty tiny.

?Woah, woah hold on!? I held up my hands, warning her back. ?The LAST time you showed me that bottle you gave me the old switch-er-oo, and I ended up even smaller than I was before. How do I know this isn't another trick??

?Would it be so bad if it was?? Tiffany spoke the words innocently, but again there was that smirk. The one that said 'I'm big and you're little and I know you love it.'

She was right of course, damn her, and I could already feel the temptation of shrinking beating hot in my temples. I could just ask her for the other bottle if I wanted, the one with the minus sign. She had almost certainly brought it with her.

Anthony had come silently to stand beside Tiffany. She started guiltily as he came into her peripheral vision, then pretended to ignore him. Anthony seemed to be trying to get between the two of us. Protecting me? Or was he jealous, too? In any case the two giants were both close enough that I could reach out and touch them...and close enough that both were strengthening that tingling awareness of my tiny stature. Anthony especially. He was huge to me, almost twice my size, yet I could easily imagine what he would look like if he were just a bit bigger...if I shrank down another inch. Or two. Or....

?No,? I said at last, pulling away from the fantasy. ?It's going to take long enough to get back to normal as-is. If that's really the growth potion, then give it here and I'll use it.?

Tiffany looked momentarily disappointed, but the smirk was back almost immediately. ?Oh, did you forget? The growth cream REQUIRES another person in order to be activated. So you see Samantha...you HAVE to let me touch you.?

She was right on top of me now, leaning, one of her braids falling 'accidentally' into my face. From the corner of my eye I saw Anthony stiffen, cross his arms. The gesture was almost petulant ? so it WAS jealousy.

?And so...I'll just give you another little massage. Only this time I promise you'll end up bigger than when we start. Anthony can even stay and watch, to prevent any mischief on my part. And maybe...just maybe...he'll let me...finish...with you this time.?

?Tiffany,? I whispered, in my most seductive voice.

?Yes?? She drew the word out in a purr.

?Give the jar to Anthony.?

?What.? The word was flat. Not a question ? a declaration of outrage.

?Yeah, sorry, but I just don't trust you at the moment. What if that really IS shrinking cream, and before Anthony can do anything you dump the entire jar on me? How small would I end up THEN??

The question hung for a moment, the two of us each imagining the answer. And in that silence, I saw something in Tiffany's eyes...something that I didn't identify until much later.

?Anyway, you've already rubbed me quite a bit today. You must be pretty sick of it. Why not let someone else have a turn.? I paused, looking up at Anthony. ?You...don't mind, do you??

He gave me a long-suffering sigh, and I almost didn't notice the twitch of a smile at the corner of his lip. ?I suppose not,? he answered seriously.

Tiffany shook her head in disbelief. She reached up, defeated, and pressed the jar into Anthony's outstretched hand. Without another word, she turned and padded for the door.

I called after her. ?Hey, you don't have to leave. Stay and watch why don't you? I bet it'll be a hell of a show.?

?Thank you, but I just...I think I want to go lie down for awhile.? All the passion had left her voice...she really DID sound exhausted. Tiffany bent, retrieving her giant handbag, and looked over her shoulder at Anthony. ?Samantha and I are sleeping in the living room, or...??

He shook his head. ?There's a spare bedroom, second door on the right. I haven't changed the sheets in awhile, but it's all made up. Here, I'll show....?

?That's okay, I'll find it. I may be little, but I'm...you know. Not helpless. Have fun you two.?

And with those words hanging in the air, she left us. Anthony and I were alone ? together.

[pseudoclever]

This will be the last chapter until Monday the 26th. Happy Holidays everyone! Enjoy them with the people you love, knowing you'll have a nice present waiting for you on Boxing Day.



10. Honesty, Revisted


Here again was a moment that could, probably should have been awkward. Anthony, nearly ten feet tall to my perspective, watching me as I sat on his bed. And there I was, in a terrycloth bikini that left nothing to the imagination, and shorter than I'd been since my third birthday. The room had that no-sound buzz that you only hear when it's super quiet. For at least five whole seconds neither of us did anything but stare at each other.

But like I said, this wasn't awkward. I can't speak for Anthony, but for me at least, this moment was more about...strategy.

?So,? he began, sitting next to me on the bed. His weight curved the mattress enough that I had to brace myself to keep from sliding into him. ?How does this stuff work? I just rub it into you, and it'll make you grow. That simple? Is there anything I have to do, anything I should avoid?? His tone was business-like, but I could still see the ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

?To be honest, I don't really know. I've only ever gone in one direction with this stuff ? down. Just put some of the lotion on your hand and massage me, I guess. If it doesn't work, we can always ask Tiffany.? I crawled away from him, toward the center of the gigantic bed, and lay face down. With some difficulty I pulled one of Anthony's humungous pillows over and propped it beneath my chin. ?Oh, and don't worry about the stuff making YOU grow too. Tiffany said it can't be absorbed through your hands.?

?Got it.? I heard the sound of the jar's top being unscrewed. Then the mattress sank around me again as he got in position, with knees on either side of my chest. A moment later I felt a pleasantly soft stroke at the base of my back. He seemed to be using just the tips of his fingers to start ? pinky and ring on the left side of my spine, middle and index on the right ? and moving in slow, delicate circles. For the umpteenth time this drove home how small I had become: small enough that Anthony could cover both sides of my back with a single hand. And then I noticed something else...something slippery, on the tips of his fingers. Something warm, that smelled faintly of roses.

?Oh, Samantha. I just thought of something. What are we going to do if this turns out to be shrinking cream after all? Or hey, let me put it this way: if all of a sudden, out of the blue, you start getting smaller...how do you expect me to react, precisely??

That one brought me up short (pun intended, sorry.) The question had been positively brimming with subtext, and Anthony was smart enough that he probably meant every bit of it. We had never finished our conversation. The one we'd begun in Tiffany's massage room. The one I'd started by admitting to him that I liked being small, that I wanted to get even smaller. And collateral to that, I'd told him in my characteristic blurt-first-think-later fashion that I had a crush on him as well.

I forced myself to speak casually. ?If I start shrinking...now? Well, I already told you how I feel about it. How YOU should react depends on context, I guess. And your...hm, what's the word...disposition?? I left the obvious question unspoken ? he still hadn't come close to telling me HIS opinion on the subject of shrinking.

?Nicely parried. We'll come back to your 'little' thing here in a bit. Let me change gears.? Anthony was beginning to press into me harder, and seemed to know what he was doing. It felt GREAT. ?What would you think about someone who claims to love vanilla ice cream. I mean, they really, REALLY....?

?What?? I laughed. Laughed, though I thought I saw where this was going, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

Anthony rapped me on the shoulder with one giant finger, a playful bit of discipline. ?Just go with me on this. Someone tells you they're absolutely crazy about vanilla, but this is, I mean, RIGHT after you've caught them literally COVERED in chocolate. You'd think they were lying, messing with your head, wouldn't you??

?...I....?

?Because that's what I was thinking Sam...when I walked in on you, with Tiffany.?

I felt a little lump forming in my throat. Not to mention a powerful tingling, as though my body were a giant, ringing bell. The potion was starting to do its thing, and MAN was it getting hard to keep my head straight. ?And your question is...??

Anthony sighed. ?I want to know, which is it? Chocolate, or vanilla? I mean what, are you going to tell me you're looking for some sort of a...soft-serve twist??

I looked up at him from my stomach, turning my neck as the cream made the world spin around me. ?Anthony Spielman, are you asking me if I'm bisexual??

?Yup.? Two huge hands took me by the cheeks, lifted, turned, gently put me face down again on the mattress. Immediately I became aware of two warm, tingly spots where Anthony had touched me. Even more potion. Even harder to think straight.

I was essentially pinned now, both conversationally and physically, by the ten foot man. Or probably less than that to me now...because I could feel the comforter sliding away against my chest, could see the distances in the room slowly diminishing. Yes, I was growing alright. Yet right then, I felt pretty damn small.

?It's...complicated,? I ventured, feeling a hot blush start to rise. Mostly with embarrassment, but by now there were other reasons for my blood to be pumping.

?I don't mind long stories.? His weight shifted, and I heard a 'schloop' sound that was almost definitely him fetching a second handful of cream.

Another pulse of growth as he touched me...and another intoxicating surge of warmth. God, I felt so good! How was I possibly supposed to have this conversation with Anthony touching me like that, with the potion making me so freaking horny?

?It...that is....? I took a deep breath, focused every ounce of my will. ?It isn't that I like girls, per se. There's hasn't been a single one that I've been attracted to, beyond the level of, 'oh hey, isn't SHE pretty?' Except for, well....?

?Tiffany.? He ran his enormous hand down the length of my back, and I had to fight off the urge to groan with satisfaction.

?Yeah, her. She's attractive, God knows she is. That's part of it. But...there's just something about her. The way she looks at me. The way she looks THROUGH me. Like she can see what's inside my head even better than I can. Earlier today, she...made me understand something about myself.?

Another dollop of potion touched me between the shoulder blades, curling my toes with bliss as I continued to gradually swell larger.

?What did she make you see??

I sighed, the sound threatening to turn into a moan before I cut it off. ?Anthony, I told you some of this already. But, let me make it clear. I...have this...thing. About size. Ah, about MY size, specifically. I don't know if you'd call it an eccentricity, or a fetish, or what, but it's something I've always had. When Tiffany would stand close to me, as big as she was, towering over me...it made me feel a certain way. It was...sexy. And when I'd put on my platforms, and do the same to you....?

My head was pounding with endorphins now, so much that I could barely see straight. The hot awareness of my growth. The mood-altering effects of the potion. And most of all the guilty release of telling another human being...of telling Anthony about my size-thing. My mouth was dry, my palms sweaty. But I went on.

?Before today, I thought it only went in one direction. I wanted to...be bigger than other people.? I hesitated, made myself spit it out. ?Especially you. I ALWAYS wanted to be bigger than you. And when I saw how huge Tiffany was getting, month by month...it just...it made me jealous. It made me want to be as big as her. Or BIGGER.

?Until today. Today she showed me, maybe it's even MORE fun to have it the other way. It feels so good to shrink, Anthony! To have someone else take charge, to know they have complete control over you. To see yourself becoming wonderfully, delightfully smaller. I...even now, as nice as it is to grow...I still want it more...the other way.?

After that, neither of us had anything to say. I lay there, wallowing in my own admission, while his hand continued to stroke me. It still felt gigantic, though noticeably smaller than before. My makeshift bikini was steadily getting tighter, squeezing me most of all in the chest area ? I knew what THAT meant. I lay there, watching quietly as everything in the room shrank around me.

Anthony was the one to break the silence, after something like two full minutes had passed. ?I always hated when you did that.? His voice was deep, carried the faintest edge of regret. ?When you'd come in wearing those damn high heels. How you'd stand extra close, so I'd have to look up to talk to you. I mean, you know how short I am. Never mind I have the world's tallest, bitchiest woman as my boss. Now even the girl I have a crush on has to be bigger than me.?

My heart suddenly did a backflip in my chest. ?Anthony....?

He scooped up more lotion, rubbed it between his fingers. ?Do you have any idea how hard that made you to approach? What am I going to say? 'Excuse me miss, if you'll just wait while I go get a step-stool, I'd like to ask you on a date.'?

?Hold on! Wait a second, don't put that cream on yet.?

?It doesn't matter.? He laughed, and thankfully there was actual humor in the sound. ?It looks like you're already past your limit for today. Check it out, short stuff.? Anthony rolled off my back, causing the bed to pitch momentarily like a ship in a storm, and touched a little blip of the stuff to my nose. I gasped in surprise, then noticed...well, can you notice something not happening? ?Tiffany said you can only grow so much at a time. I guess she wasn't lying.?

?It's just as well. Because I want to make a point, and if I were any taller it might be lost on a big gallute like you.?

[Nom Anor]

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[black harry]

can't wait to see turn of tables!!!

let bad Tiffany shrink into nothing!!

[pseudoclever]

Chapter 6 Audio

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...careful with this one. =D


Now Some Bad News:

This is, unfortunately, the last audio chapter I'm going to be able to post on-schedule for awhile. Not counting the writing, most of these have required between 6-8 labor hours to record, edit, critique and re-edit. This one took longer. I hope you'll be patient.

[insomniac]

I'm going to just... assume everyone else has been... asleep for the past 9 hours.

Gotta say pseudoclever, this story is for sure going to go down in the history books. I can't wait to read the next chapter (goddam cliffhangers!) and the audio is just sweet, sweet icing on the awesome cake.

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I haven't gotten to all of them just yet, but to both Pseudo and Yogurcita: you have accomplished a very wonderful thing here. Thank you so very much.

It's amazing you've been able to do 6 chapters, both written and voiced, so rapidly. Yes, it sucks its on a cliffhanger, but please don't rush on our account. We love it so far and know we'll love what comes next.

[pseudoclever]

Glad you guys are enjoying it thus far. And sorry about the cliff-hangers. Though I have to tell you, they're going to get worse before very long.




7. A Change of Seasons


For the first few seconds, no one moved. Anthony and I could only stare, slack-jawed, at Tiffany. The girl looked like the largest, most muscular bukkake star that had ever existed. More than twice my size, standing there with that faintly dazed expression you see on girls who have just taken a hard one to the face ? if you know what I mean.

Tiffany's cheeks, neck and chest were covered in a thick layer of greyish cream. She was trembling, her pupils suddenly much too large. Her lips parted in a soft, soundless whimper. And then, faster than I would have imagined possible, she started to shrink.

?Oh my God,? she whispered, fighting panic as her body dwindled. The girl's sleeveless tee had been skin-tight, almost to the point of circulation loss, and cut to reveal massive swaths of cleavage to anyone tall enough to actually look down her shirt. Suddenly the garment wasn't CLOSE to form-fitting. And a few seconds later, she was practically lost in it. Tiffany held her hands to her face the same way I had, probably trying to watch herself shrink. ?This...this is really happening!?

Anthony sneered. ?You're damn right it is, Miz Ardeen. A bit of your own medicine from your 'little' stock boy.? The giant turned to regard me, immediately blushed, looked away ? I hadn't thought to cover myself yet. Or, for that matter, even gotten around to closing my legs. ?Sam? Are you...I mean, are you okay? I heard somebody moaning, and I sort of assumed Tiffany was....?

?I wasn't being...tortured, if, ah, that's what you were worried about.? My voice was a mouse's squeak, coming from a tiny throat constricted with embarrassment. I gestured wildly at the shrinking girl, doing anything to take his eyes off me. ?I guess you turned the tables on her though, didn't you??

Tiffany's waist had already sunk beneath the level of the massage table, and as I watched, her belly button slipped past it as well. That mysterious steam, what I had come to think of as the essence of height, was coming off her in thick, puffy clouds. Slowly, it was filling the room with a strange, sweet-smelling fog.

And it seemed like height wasn't the ONLY thing she was losing. I had been jealous of Tiffany's body for a great many reasons, not least of which her muscular physique. Her toned gym body, her well-defined biceps and abs...they were...evaporating! She was no longer ripped, merely 'in shape.' Then less. She was...well, still as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more so. But now she had an almost willowy appearance, what someone in a less enlightened time might have referred to as 'feminine.'

She looked down at herself, watching as her body melted, growing not only smaller, but weaker as well. ?No....? she groaned. Then, much louder. ?NO!?

Tiffany wheeled, almost tripped over her too-large sandals, snarled down at Anthony. ?MONTHS of steady gain to get that height, that strength! And you've RUINED it! I'm right back to where I started at five foot ten!?

Anthony cleared his throat. ?Ah, actually I think...you might be a bit shorter than that.?

From where I was sitting it was hard to tell ? they both looked like giants to me. That, and well, let's just say that I wasn't entirely clear-headed right then. There was still that buzzing, tingling feeling from when Tiffany had stopped touching me so suddenly. It was half afterglow, half blue balls. Even so, I thought Anthony might be right. And after a few more seconds I was sure of it. She was only a few inches taller than his five foot four ? and going down fast!

Tiffany looked at her still-dwindling body, mouth agape. And when she returned her gaze to Anthony, there was fury in her eyes.

?Oh you BASTARD!? she spat. Tiffany screamed the curse a second time, charged forward, fist drawn back. Anthony drew away, raising his arm to block...too slow. The girl launched a devastating right-hook directly at his jaw ? and it sundered the air a millimeter in front of his face. The girl had been shrinking even mid-punch, and good luck for Anthony, she had misjudged the distance between them.

The force of the blow-that-wasn't was so great that it threw Tiffany off-balance. She stumbled forward, her legs tangling in the cuffs her giant pants, and she fell. If I had been in Anthony's place, I would've just gone ahead and let her hit the ground face-first ? and in retrospect, this would've saved all of us quite a bit of trouble. Really ? she was bigger than him, and despite the muscle she'd lost I'd STILL put my money on her in a fair fight.

But if Anthony didn't do what he did next...catch her, grab her by the shoulders, pull her into his arms...well, he wouldn't have been my knight in shining armor.

She fought him, teeth bared, struggling desperate in his grip. Anthony really had the tiger by the tail now ? if he let her get enough clearance to throw a punch, he was in for it big time. Yet every second it was getting easier...Tiffany shrinking in his grasp...two inches taller than him...one...and getting weaker all the time. The cuffs of her shirt slid down her arms, the waistband of her pants drifted lower. They were the same height for a moment...and wonder of wonders, now she was looking up at him.

?I hate you! I hate you!? she cried, though her voice seemed to have lost some of its raging edge. Her face was flushed, sweat dripping from her bangs. Her breath came in ragged, panting gasps. This was from the struggle, partly. But I knew from personal experience there was another reason ? the shrinking gel had certain mood-altering effects, and tended to make a person pretty excitable ? not to mention open to certain types of suggestion.

And with that understanding, I knew there might be a way to save this yet.

?Hey Tiffany, quit your bitching for a sec.?

I stood up on the massage table, actually tall enough this way to stare the both of them down. My arms were crossed, a sarcastic little smirk on my face. ?Yeah, listen. There was a time not so long ago when I was in your shoes. Remember? I thought the only thing I wanted in the world was to get bigger. Then you shrank me, against my will. I said I didn't want it and ? any of this ringing a bell? You just laughed. Why? Because you KNEW me. And you told me to be honest with myself. Now I'm asking the same of YOU.?

They were both staring at me. Anthony, eyes shining. Tiffany, face squelched in a glare, perhaps three inches shorter than him by now, still shrinking. I was vaguely conscious that I was no bigger than a three year old girl, and clad in nothing but my birthday suit. Perhaps I should have been embarrassed. I wasn't.

?Look Tiffany ? whether it's what you want or not...you're shrinking. Face it. You're already shorter than the vast majority of girls. And unless I very much miss my guess, you're going to get a lot smaller before long. And since there's nothing you can do about it anyway, you might as well be honest. Do you hate Anthony for shrinking you? And more importantly...do you hate THIS??

Tiffany's eyes swam, a near-infinite series of conflicting emotions playing across her face. She looked back and forth from my miniature form, up into Anthony's eyes, craning her neck higher to do so each time. Her formally tight pants dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Her shirt dangled all the way to her knees and beyond, almost small enough that her shoulders could slip through the collar. And still she shrank.

By the time she spoke, her head was beneath the bridge of Anthony's nose. Her voice was calm, even. With everything that was happening to her, the control this must've required spoke of a tremendous strength of will. ?Your logic is backward, Samantha. What does it matter, whether I hate this or not, if there's nothing I can do about it? Either way, I'll just have to deal with it.?

She turned, the ghost of that old smirk on her smaller face, and looked to Anthony ? now dwindling past the level of his chin. ?You DO understand the nuances of what she just said, yes? The part where she was lambasting me for the fictional crime of lying to myself, the way SHE did? And so you know what you interrupted. Samantha over there LOVED getting smaller, and more, the way I was touching her while she shrank. You weren't defending her honor when you burst in here like an idiot. She WANTED to be tiny.?

?You're lying,? Anthony told the shrinking girl, speaking flat. He shot me a glance, blushing again at my nudity. ?Isn't she??

I hesitated. Sighed. ?No Anthony, she's not.? I began to climb down the side of the massage table, waving him away when he moved to help. It was pretty difficult, given my miniature size and the way my newly enlarged breasts were throwing off my center of gravity, but I made it okay. The floor was cold under my feet, the ceiling high, so high...and Tiffany and Anthony absolutely towered over me. Still I moved bravely, stood at his feet and looked up at my crush with all the dignity I could muster.

?Anthony, I like...no, I LOVE being small. More than that, I love being SHRUNK. Tiffany was right about everything. I enjoyed what she was doing to me before you came in...both the shrinking and...the touching.?

?Are you....? He paused, swallowing hard. ?Clarify. Are you trying to tell me that you like shrinking, or that you like...Tiffany? Is she part of this package too??

?No! I mean yes she is, but...God, you have to believe me here, because....? I trailed off, trying to think of an elegant way to say this, failed. My heart was pounding, the flare of embarrassment hot on my face ? and the gargantuan size of the man I was addressing wasn't helping either. Anthony looked easily ten feet tall now, and that age old desire of mine was starting to come to life again, making me weak in the knees.

?Samantha. What. Are you trying. To say.?

The words were forced from me, almost violently. ?Anthony, I like you more!?

His eyes went wide, body going slack. ?You...?? And that was all he said.

If you're going through hell, for God's sake keep going. ?Yes Anthony, I do. So look, it all comes down to you. I've known...I mean I think that you like me too and...all I need to know is....? I gestured at my shrunken little body, threw up my hands. ?...how do you feel about THIS??

He only looked at me, his expression impossible to read. His mouth closed slowly, the sound of his teeth coming together an audible 'click' in the silence. And that silence lasted so long that I began to count it. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...all the while feeling like a tiny little moron for baring my heart like this. What had I been THINKING?

It was on twelve-one-thousand when he took a deep breath, when he ran his fingers through his short hair, shaking his head miserably. He opened his mouth to speak.

And in that moment I felt a huge hand come down on my shoulder. I looked far, far up into the face of Tiffany Ardeen. Not as big and menacing as she'd been ten minutes ago, but from my vantage point at least, much, MUCH larger than when I'd walked into her shop the day before. She was perhaps four feet tall now, looked closer to eight from where I was standing, and had apparently stopped shrinking for the moment.

?Alright both of you, enough of that,? she said, with the air of a school teacher who is tired of watching two students bicker. ?I'll tell you how we're going to handle this situation.? She turned, arm wrapped protectively around me, and pointed up at Anthony. ?YOU, Mr. Spielman, are about to have two lovely, if rather petite ladies as house guests. This will likely continue for the foreseeable future, while Samantha and I recover enough height in order to make ourselves presentable.? She stopped, glared up at him evilly. ?I TRUST that you have no objections to this arrangement??

Anthony laughed, though there was some nerve in the sound. The girl was shorter than his armpit, but she still apparently scared the bejesus out of him. ?I suppose not, no. My place is a little messy at the moment, but....?

?Good,? the little giantess interrupted. Tiffany looked down, bent to one knee, and surprised nearly three years off my life by pulling me into a hug. ?Thank you for talking me down, sweetie,? she whispered, low enough that only I could hear.

?Any time,? I replied in kind, struggling to put down the powerful twinge of excitement I felt as the much larger girl pressed her naked body against me. Now wasn't the time.

She stood, once again addressed Anthony. ?Get us anything you can find that we can dress ourselves in. I'll pack some growth serum, and later tonight we'll take our first dose.? Tiffany glanced at the clock. ?And for God's sake, who's minding the front counter? It's almost five o'clock. We'll be getting our evening rush any minute!?