Anna led the slowly dwindling girl back to the living room. Michelle’s head was really starting to spin. The pleasant, slightly-drunk arousal of the potion was hitting her hard, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Her palms were sweaty. The tiny hairs on the back of her arms and neck stood on end.
“Know what I noticed earlier?” Anna asked in a dark voice. “On the dance floor? That physical exertion makes your little shrinking potion work faster. It makes sense, you know. Your heart pounds, your blood flows. Your body processes it faster.”
“Anna, please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry I laughed. I really wasn’t thinking.”
The larger woman suddenly placed her hand in the center of Michelle’s chest. She pressed, forcing her back, until the smaller girl felt herself pushing against the couch. Anna held here there with all her weight, smirking mercilessly. “Struggle,” she ordered.
Michelle did. She wrapped both hands around the larger girl’s wrist, set herself against the couch, pushed back with all her might. At first she was succeeding, actually pushing Anna away…but then she moaned, felt a wave of ecstasy pass through her body. She dwindled, her head slipping lower than the edge of the couch.
“More.”
It was harder this time, so much harder. Anna was getting so heavy, and every bit of her weight was on Michelle. She could hardly breathe, but still she struggled, beads of sweat appearing at her temples, arms shaking. Too soon she could feel it building again, and building, until she cried out in pleasure, let herself go limp as she shrank in a giant burst. Michelle watched in mingled elation and horror as Anna grew, a predatory smirk on the giant woman’s lips. Before she was merely ‘tall’ to her…now Michelle felt utterly dwarfed. Her head barely reached Anna’s armpits, and she was still shrinking so fast. It was utterly hopeless to fight.
Anna gave her a long moment, watching the realization come over Michelle, let her accept this. Then, finally, she released her.
“Open.” Anna tapped her gently on the lips.
Michelle did. The giant girl unscrewed the vial, slowly offered it. Michelle accepted. A single bitter drop fell on her tongue.
“Swallow,” Anna said, though she already had. She made Michelle open her mouth to confirm that it was all gone, then gave her a demeaning little pat on the head. “Why of COURSE all is forgiven cutie. I know it was a simple mistake, that you’d never INTENTIONALLY laugh at ME.” Suddenly Anna was all sweetness and nice, her tone insultingly childish. It made Michelle feel hot…which only made her shrink faster.
“Now then. I think there are MUCH more pleasant ways to get your heart racing, little girl. Would you like to explore THOSE? Instead of wrestling with your big, sexy girlfriend?”
That word again. Michelle felt tears of happiness at the corners of her eyes. Meekly, she nodded.
The larger woman led Michelle to her easy chair. She felt so impossibly small before it, as if it was the altar of some nameless goddess. It towered high above, far too large for someone as tiny as she. Had she ever actually been that big? It seemed impossible.
“Up.” Anna pointed.
Michelle did her best to climb into the seat. It took her three tries. On the first, a sudden pulse of shrinking made her miss her grip on the armrest. The second, she failed when her growing friend kept pinching and massaging her bare little ass while she was trying to climb. She barely succeeded, before the most powerful bolt of shrinking yet coursed through her eager little body. Michelle arched her back, fingers digging into the armrest as she shrank three more inches, her hips thrusting forward in slow, suggestive circles. “More! So good…fuck! Please more!”
“God I love you.”
Michelle turned in shock, found Anna staring back at her with an identical expression of surprise. She suddenly looked terribly embarrassed.
“I know, it was a slip.” Michelle’s voice was very small. “Just a thing people say. You didn’t mean it…like that.”
Anna shrugged guiltily. “I mean. I….” She took a deep breath. And smiled. “Is it okay if I have? Loved you, I mean. For a like a really long time? College was a long time ago, and like we never even dated? But…. And you don’t have to feel that way, too, but….”
Michelle crawled on her knees to the edge of the couch, and embraced her giant friend. She hugged her tight, little arms squeezing with all their might. On her tip toes, Anna was almost the right height for this, just a bit too low. When a moment later Michelle shrank again, they were a perfect fit. Anna touched the smaller girl on the cheek, turning her, until their lips were as close as they could possibly be without touching.
“You can’t kiss me yet,” Michelle whispered, staring into Anna’s eyes, vision blurred by tears. “It’s too soon. You’ll shrink.”
Anna kissed her. She kissed Michelle with a savage, unrelenting passion, as though she channeled every bit of emotion held in trust for all the years she’d been apart. Michelle found herself being pushed back, as Anna maintained the kiss even as she tried to climb into the chair to join her. The larger woman made it in only two tries.
The space felt cozy, with the two of them now. Anna paused a moment to undo the makeshift ties on her massive dress. Michelle sat up straight in the back of the chair, while her much larger friend undressed before her. She felt utterly in awe. She realized that in all the time they had pined for each other, it was the first time Michelle had ever seen Anna this way. The woman had been reserved, reluctant to share herself this way, perhaps afraid to be vulnerable. Her body, the proportions of her, the pliant firmness and gentle curvature. She would have been magnificent, even if she HADN’T appeared, to Michelle’s eyes, to be nearly eight feet tall.
Anna shrank then. Just a little. A tiny pulse that widened her eyes, elicited a soft coo of acceptance. Michelle’s body responded in kind at once – edged on by the erotic sight of watching her lover dwindle, or a consuming need to reassure Anna that she was the big one for tonight. Her own fit of shrinking was much more dramatic, several inches melting away over the span of nearly ten seconds. She cried and moaned, looking up at the other girl with mouth open wide. One hand massaged Anna’s thigh with a hungry desperation. The other crept closer to the place where her own legs came together, drawn by magnetism and instinct.
But Anna grinned, and shook her head. “Let me.”
With hardly any effort, she lifted the tiny girl, cradled her against her chest like a small child, sat down with Michelle across her lap. The smaller woman allowed herself to be manipulated, exposed completely before Anna, her entire body tingling with desire and need for the giantess who held her.
Anna took her time. Stroking her ears, and neck. Massaging both of her breasts in turn with a single giant hand, allowing the nipples to roll beneath the flat of her palm, then the tips of her fingers. Tracing the dull edge of her nails down Michelle’s thigh, making the girl open to her through nothing more than the simple forces of romantic gravity.
Twice Anna shrank in the midst of this, moaning with her lips pressed to Michelle’s cheek, and each time afterward was obliged to shift the suddenly larger but still miniscule woman in her lap. Michelle easily outdid her. Each time her cries grew in pitch and desperation, and Anna grew more gentle and caring.
The auburn-haired goddess was orbiting the rim of Michelle’s sex now, bringing her finger closer with each pass. She throbbed, ached for attention, but always Anna would pull away at the last second. The first gentle stroke against her labia made the tiny girl scream and shrink, as the contact nearly send Michelle over the edge. From high above Anna laughed, lightly wetting her fingertip in the soaking folds of the tiny girl’s pussy. Michelle stiffened. And then, as light as a feather, Anna began to pet her swollen little clit. The shrinking girl dug her hands into her giant lover, trembling from the effort to stay still. She gulped and coughed, sounds coming out of her mouth that were all senseless amalgams of g’s and m’s and o’s.
“You want to cum for me, sweetie?”
“Yes! Please!”
“Say it again. Keep saying it.”
“Please Anna, please make me cum. Please, please…PLEEEEEASE!”
The shift was subtle. A little more pressure, a tiny increase in speed. That was all it took. Afterward came another, and another. Anna cradled the little girl in her arms, shifting her to new positions so she could pleasure her in new ways. An enormous index finger sliding in, and out, and in again, while her inner muscles twitched and spasmed against its enormity. Two fingers, one against her clitoris and another on her perineum, moving in fast matching ovals. A giant palm massaging her entire vulva, flicking back and forth while little flecks of wetness splashed out in all directions. Each lasted only a few seconds – each COULD last only a few seconds, before Michelle was shrieking and thrashing and cumming again.
When Michelle could take it no more, she lay curled protectively in Anna’s lap, her heart fluttering, gasping for each breath. The giantess pet her, shushed her. “It’s alright sweetie, it’s alright.” Her voice was sensual, and terribly deep. “You’re okay. I’m right here. Right here. Just relax.”
The tiny woman allowed herself to drift as her lover reassured her, but then she stirred. “Don’t…let me go to sleep. I still…want to get you off.” Her voice was groggy, thick, barely above a whisper.
Anna hugged her a bit tighter. “Yeah?” she growled. “You think you can handle me? You’re pretty tiny, kiddo.”
“I wanna try.” Michelle moaned weakly. “Real bad.”
The two tiny girls helped each other climb down. Michelle supported Anna first, counter-balancing the larger woman for the surprisingly large drop to the floor. The giantess looked a little embarrassed by the whole affair. Michelle edged up until her butt was on the edge of the enormous seat, and let the giant girl lift her down to the floor. Michelle looked up – and gasped. A deep instinct made her take a step away from the titaness before her, which was pointless, since she immediately collided with the chair. Anna, who appeared to Michelle to be nearly eleven feet tall but who was quite visibly diminutive, laughed. She took the much smaller girl by the hand. “Where’s your bedroom?”
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