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c 1996 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended
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(As this first chapter is a rework of a fragment by an annonymous author ownership may be questionable. But please keep it out of the reach of children and don't sell it cause it's not yours.)
WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different sizes, light bondage, female masturbation and all those things which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics discribed above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
slumber party
Susan was brilliant and beautiful. She didn't get too many dates though, because when you're 6' 1" you tend to intimidate men or attract weirdos. She joined Gamma Delta Phi to get some companionship and maybe meet a decent guy. Susan was always mixing up drinks that nobody ever thought would be good, but they turned out great.
She also managed to add some secret ingredient that would almost eliminate hangovers.
She met Jim at a frat bash one night. He was cute, witty, and actually talked to her like a real person, not something out of a sideshow. She wanted him. Bad. Everything seemed like it would be great, but nothing ever really came of it. A few "Hi's" on campus and a few more parties, but nothing more.
Andrea was one of the most popular girls in the sorority. She was certainly one of the prettiest, 5' 8" tall and had even done some modeling for extra cash. She considered herself quite an expert on beauty and was very obsessed with her own. Late one night, when they were all sitting around sipping sherry, Andrea blurted out that she thought Sue was very pretty, but just too tall for most men. Susan disappeared into her room. They still saw her every so often, but Susan always said her chemistry classes were getting harder, and she had to spend more time in the lab.
What they didn't know at the time was that she was doing some extracurricular work of a personal nature.
Susan had taken it as her personal crusade to actually shrink herself down to a respectable 5' 6". She spent day and night for the rest of the fall semester working on it. Finally, in the middle of Christmas break, she got it to work. She shrank a mouse by 10%. This was exactly what she needed. But she was still too frightened to try it herself.
Spring semester started and all of the girls were back in the house. Things seemed better with Susan, she was going to parties again, going out, and having a little fun anyway. A small bottle of chemicals sat on her shelf. Then came "Ladies Night Out!"
The girls all had a great time, Susan didn't go, she had some important work to do in the lab but her roommate Cheryl did. Cheryl was always fun and a bit of a practical joker. After hitting six or seven bars and hitting on over ten guys, she was at the top of her form. After getting back to the house, she ran upstairs to get those old "Scruples" cards that are always so amusing when everyone was drunk. On the way out, she noticed a small nondescript bottle on Susan's shelf. "Wow, Sue mixed up a new batch!!"
Downstairs and several screwdrivers later the party began to wind down, several of the girls were going to bed. Andrea said she was probably going to skip class in the morning because she was expecting a monster hangover. Too bad about that review session for midterms..."Wait a minute," said Cheryl, "I almost forgot about Susan's stuff!!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out the unmarked bottle. "Here. Put this in some OJ and you'll feel fine tomorrow."
She poured some juice into a relatively clean glass, and added some of the chemicals. "Maybe we should use it all, there's not very much." She poured the rest of the bottle into the glass and said, "Drink up!" Andrea slammed the whole thing. It tasted a bit metallic, but mostly like orange juice. Her head was still spinning as she headed up the stairs. She'd obviously had way to much to drink, she thought as she climbed the stairs to her room. She began to feel very warm and her breathing was getting quicker. She reached her door and went inside. Whew, she must really be drunk, her favorite Mickey Mouse sweat shirt even felt a little big. Then she realized that she was perfectly sober.
Her heartbeat quickened and she noticed that everything in the room looked bigger. She guessed that she was only about 5 feet tall now and slowly shrinking. Andrea stepped out of her now oversized slippers as she walked to her chair. She was already walking on the cuffs of her once skin tight stretch pants. The desk chair was getting noticeably larger, and her pants finally dropped in a pile around her ankles. Her sweat shirt felt like it was quickly becoming as big as her favorite quilt. Andrea raised her hands to pull back her hair and found that her hands had disappeared into the sleeves. She bunched the sleeves up as far as she could. It was getting difficult to keep the shirt on, the neck was nearly as wide as her shoulders.
She climbed onto the seat of the chair. The sensation was incredible, she felt like a little girl again. Even sitting on the edge of the chair her little feet were no where near the floor. She kicked her small legs back and forth and smiled, marvelling at the sight of the room growing around her. She stood up on the seat of the chair. As she did her panties slid down her legs to form a silken puddle around her feet. She stepped out of the panties and stooped to retrieve them. Holding them between her hands she was astonished by how big they were. This was one of her skimpiest pair of undies, soon she would be lost in them!
She was so warm! The smaller she got, the hotter she got. She realized that she was becoming very excited. Her sex drive seemed to increase as her size diminished. She was only about three feet tall but she wanted to shrink more. She climbed from the chair onto the desk. Her tent size sweat shirt was becoming unmanageable, it took one hand to keep it up and one to keep from stepping on it. She released her hold on the shirt and allowed it to drop.
Andrea was now standing naked on her own desk in the neck hole of a shirt that was piled up almost to her knees.
Andrea began to revel in her new size. She really enjoyed this.
Smaller and smaller, hotter and hotter. Everything in the room towered over her. Oh, God. She had to touch herself. It was so hot, but she wanted to shrink more. Two feet....The sensation of shrinking felt so good....Better than any sex she'd ever had...more...hotter.
Andrea could see herself in her makeup mirror now. She was now a stunning blond doll-girl. She was facinated by the sight of her miniature self. The image of her own tiny, nude body excited her even more than before. Her tiny hands squeezed her diminutive breasts, small fingers pinched and rolled miniature nipples while other tiny fingers probed her most intimate depths. Andrea's doll body was now glistening with sweat, her face was pink with the flush of lust. She was moaning loudly and gasping for breath,
her hips thrust and ground with a will of their own. Andrea felt her knees grow weak and her small body began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm approached. She felt so close to her climax. It felt so good! She could feel herself about to cum....She was
just over a foot tall as the sensation errupted inside her doll sized body, but she didn't care. It felt so good. She saw colors, shapes, and felt waves of intense heat wash over her. Her entire body tingled from a thousand electric shocks. Oh, it felt so good, wave after wave pounded through her tiny body like an ocean of lust. Eventually the ecstasy abated. She guessed that she was now just under a foot tall, the shrinking had finally come to a halt.
Exhausted by the powerful climax the now toy size Andrea collapsed into the folds of her sweat shirt. With her last bit of remaining strength she crawled into one of the sleeves, leaving only her small head and shoulders exposed and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
end chapter one
By three AM Sue was just too exhausted to continue. She had successfully reduced five more mice but she was still concerned about the side effects. All of the mice behaved very strangely, as if they were in some sort of sexual frenzy. This side effect would have to be eliminated before she could risk shrinking herself. Most of the girls in the house had already crashed as she slipped in. Andrea's light was still
on and her stereo was playing. Just like her to make it hard for everyone else to sleep. Sue crept quietly into her room, undressed and slipped into bed. She was fast asleep within minutes.
Cheryl woke earlier than usual. It was 6:40 and Andrea was still playing the same stupid album. She got up, pulled on a tee shirt and went to Andrea's room. There was no answer when she knocked so she figured Andrea was passed out inside. Cheryl entered the room cautiously not knowing what to expect. She relaxed considerably when she realized that she wasn't going to walk in on Andrea and her boyfriend du-jour. Andrea didn't even seem to be there at all. Some of her clothes were scattered around but her bed didn't look like it had been slept in. That seemed odd, she had seen Andrea go upstairs and hadn't seen or heard her leave the house.
A loud noise had awakened Andrea from a delicious erotic dream.
She was about to chew out the noisy bitch who had disturbed her when she froze, completely dumbfounded. She must still be dreaming.
She couldn't possibly have been sleeping on her desk in the sleeve of her own sweat shirt! As she saw the door start to open she panicked and ducked down into the sleeve. Slowly she began to remember the night before. It hadn't been some strange dream.
She really had shrunk down to the size of a little doll! Andrea's heart raced as she slowly crawled through the sleeve toward the body of the shirt. Now she could hear Cheryl's voice calling softly through the open door. Cheryl! She's the one who gave her that hangover potion! This was all her fault! Cowering inside her shirt and peeking from under the neck she saw Cheryl cautiously step into the room. She looked huge! Even from the desk top Cheryl seemed as tall as a house.
Cheryl walked over to Andrea's dresser and switched off the stereo.
She noticed some of Andrea's jewelry on the dresser. Andrea always had such nice stuff, jewelry, clothes, lingerie. It certainly wouldn't hurt to just take a peek at some of those undies. Cheryl slid Andrea's underwear drawer open and began to exam her sexy, slinky under things. This invasion of her space was too much for little Andrea to bear. She suddenly forgot her situation and shouted, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!!!" She immediately regretted it as Cheryl straightened and turned to face her.
At first Cheryl didn't see Andrea and couldn't figure out where she was. Then she saw something small and pink move on the desk.
To Cheryl it looked like a naked Barbie doll had suddenly ducked into the shirt laying on the desk. As she approached the desk she could see that something was definitely moving around under the shirt. She paused for a moment and when the shirt had stopped moving reached down and put her hand on the lump. As she touched the small mound it squealed and began to move again. Cheryl scooped up the little creature inside the shirt and lifted them level with her face. The thing in the shirt was really starting to squeak and thrash as Cheryl carefully unwrapped the sweat shirt.
Cheryl wasn't quite sure what to expect as she pulled away the last fold of material. The little creature didn't move or feel like an animal and it's high pitched squealing almost sounded like words through the heavy cloth of the shirt. When she finally saw what was in her hand she was so startled she nearly dropped it. Or rather, her. She could now see that what she was holding was a tiny, nude, woman, just about a foot high. The little face was turned away and hidden by the shoulder length blond hair, still the tiny figure did look very familiar. With her free hand Cheryl reached out and gently touched the shining golden hair of the doll sized damsel.
Until this time Andrea had been cowering almost motionless with fright as she felt herself being lifted, hoping that if she didn't look at the giantess she might go away. This had to be some sort of a weird nightmare. She couldn't possibly be so small.
The idea of being tiny, naked and trapped by Cheryl was just too much to accept. The touch of the huge finger on her hair startled her into action. She slapped the finger away and turned her face to the Giant Cheryl.
"Andrea! Is that really you?!!! Wow! Like, welcome to Munchkin Land!", Cheryl nearly deafened poor little Andrea in her amazement.
"What the fuck did you do to me, Cheryl!", Andrea shouted back.
"There is no fucking way you're going to get away with this!" ,she continued.
What do you mean 'Did I do?', you're the one who's gone in for this Micro Chic Look, short stuff!
Andrea finally lost it completely. "It had the be that hangover shit you gave me. You and your fucking goon of a room mate turned me into a god damn pygmy! I swear Cheryl I'll get even with you for this if it's the last thing I do."
By this time Cheryl had taken all she was going to take from this stuck up little bitch. Suddenly she reversed her grip on Andrea and turned the tiny coed upside down. Holding Andrea firmly around the waist with her left hand Cheryl began to methodically spank Andrea's diminutive ass with two fingers of her right hand. Little Andrea kicked and screamed futilely as Cheryl calmly continued to swat her tiny prisoner's, defenseless bottom. After about two dozen slaps her cheeks were beginning to glow bright pink and Andrea was crying and pleading for Cheryl to stop.
Finally Cheryl paused for a moment to admire her handiwork. Damn!
This was fun! She'd wanted to give this arrogant bitch a spanking since the day they met and now to have her tiny and helpless like this was a dream come true. Andrea moaned softly as Cheryl absentmindedly smoothed her fingertips over the Andrea's superbly rounded little butt. The miniature girl's ass cheeks where impossibly soft and smooth, like a tiny down pillow covered with fine silk. Cheryl marvelled at the resiliency and the tiny heat of this living doll's bottom as she continued to pinch, caress and fondle it.
Finally she could resist the urge no longer. She leaned forward and planted a long lingering kiss on Andrea's freshly spanked little butt.
To add to the sting of the spanking and the humiliation of her situation Andrea could feel the heat from her smarting buttocks spreading to her groin. A good spanking had always made her horny but why did it have to happen even now! She wouldn't be able to bear it if Cheryl discovered she was getting turned on by her situation. Andrea squeezed her thighs and tiny cheeks together as she felt Cheryl's breath on her naked bottom. To her horror she was unable to suppress the moan that escaped her as Cheryl pressed her huge, soft, lips to her aching derriere.
Cheryl heard Andrea's moan like a distant sigh. She also detected a familiar aroma, the scene of a young woman's arousal. As she leaned back she regarded her small captive. Andrea was holding her legs tightly closed but bent over as she was this did very little to hide her tiny charms from Cheryl's gaze. Cheryl separated Andrea's cheeks with the tip of her index finger and stoked the little slit and the miniscule pink pucker of Andrea's anus. Yes, there was no mistaking it. Andrea was obviously quite wet and very excited. Cheryl grinned a broad, mischievous grin.
It seemed like things were just getting better and better.
Shifting her hold once again, Cheryl turned Andrea to face her.
Her left hand was now wrapped around Andrea's torso with her arms pinned behind her back. Her thumb and forefinger gently pressing the firm little breasts. Cheryl felt Andrea's small body shudder as her right index finger effortlessly slipped between Andrea's thighs and came to rest against her tiny labia. The miniature girl's face was flushed, her breathing deep and rapid.
As Cheryl began to slowly slid her finger back and forth between Andrea's thighs she started to speak to the tiny coed in the same sort of soft, measured tone one would use to comfort a punished child.
"There, there, Andrea. Little girls mustn't lose their temper.
You know, you and I should be friends. I don't know how you got like this but for the time being you should just think of me as your big sister. Just like when we pledge new girls to the house. For the time being you'll be my little sister...yes, my very own little sister.", she giggled. As she spoke Cheryl was slowly drawing her finger back and forth between Andrea's legs.
For her part tiny Andrea was fighting a losing battle to maintain her composure. The complete helplessness of her situation combined with the after effects of the drug to produce a colossal sexual yearning inside Andrea's diminutive body. She could feel that the torrent of her own juices completely covered the huge finger that slide effortlessly against her groin. Her own body was betraying her. She was becoming uncontrollably aroused as the grinning giantess continued to massage her defenseless cunt. A powerful torrent of sexual energy was raging inside her small form. Andrea fought desperately to stave off the climax that she knew was inevitable.
She stubbornly refused to let the giant bitch treat her like a sexual plaything.
Cheryl watched in fascination as Andrea squirmed against her fingers.
The feeling of complete control over the tiny girl was the most erotic sensation she had ever felt. It was such a rush. Arrogant, stuck up, self obsessed Andrea was now just a helpless little doll girl. Cheryl could see that Andrea was gasping for breath, the miniature girl's lips now formed a perfect little 'o', her head was thrown back and slowly tossed from side to side. Cheryl marvelled at how wet Andrea had become, her juices not only cover the insides of her thighs but also the bottom of her ass and Cheryl's finger as well. There was no mistaking the tiny hard little nub of Andrea's clit or the shivers that brushing it sent through her.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?", whispered Cheryl.
"No!, I don't like this at all! Please put me down.", Andrea answered breathlessly.
"Do you really expect me to believe that? Just feel at how wet you are. I think if I keep this up for a while you'll be begging me to let you come."
Cheryl continued to gently caress Andrea's tiny love button with her finger tip. She could see and feel the tremors running through the tiny body. She marvelled at the way the slim thighs trembled involuntarily and squeezed her finger. The little nipples, not much larger than the head of a pin where clearly erect and begging for attention. Andrea's little doll's feet made slow circles, the tiny little toes curling and uncurling as her climax drew nearer.
"Well puppet, I know you're certainly making me horny." Cheryl said as she slowly eased herself down onto the bed.
Now Cheryl brought Andrea close to her mouth and shifted her right hand to her own drenched slit As her fingers caressed the folds of her cunt and danced over her clit she extended her tongue and began to slowly lick Andrea's trembling body. Her probing tongue felt and tasted the almost supernatural lust in the pint sized girl's body. At last Andrea's climax exploded through her like a lightning strike. The tiny young woman let out an high, piercing shriek as her body shook with impossibly powerful force. This final stimulus was all Cheryl needed to trigger her own orgasm.
As her climax raked her body she arched her back and ground her pelvis against her thrusting fingers. Her last conscious act was to open her left hand and allow tiny Andrea to fall forward against her face rather than risk crushing her.
As Andrea fell forward toward the gigantic face she instinctively grabbed Cheryl's nose with both hands. For a few seconds she rode Cheryl's huge tongue like a jockey. The roar of the giantess's climactic moans was deafening. Andrea's own orgasm was far from subsiding when she lost her balance and slipped from her precarious perch on the giant girl's mouth. Landing on the soft comforter Andrea was able to roll to a safe distance for Cheryl's trashing head before another series of powerful tremors surged through her small form and forced her into fetal ball, quivering in the shadow of Cheryl's vastly larger but no more intense orgasm.
Just as the night before the ferocity of Andrea's climax did not subside until it had drained the last of her strength. The last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Cheryl's huge face, now turned to the side, regarding her as the colossal coed abandoned herself to her on equally enormous lustful crescendo.
end chapter two