"She could still be in there," said Michelle. "We might still be able to find her if we look. Come on, Steve, I have a magnifying glass in the top drawer." She pointed at the distant kitchen, then looked down at her tiny body. "I'd get it myself, but, well...you know."
"I'll get it," Rich offered, setting down his cup and heading into the kitchen. Rustling sounds followed as he ran his hands around among the school year's accumulated junk, looking for the lens.
Damn, Steve thought, cursing inwardly. He really wanted to see Rich drink that stuff so he could get on with his plan! Too bad the girls already called the Shrinking Fantasies place, he mused. He was going to have to get them out of here somehow, just in case those people showed up in the morning. The last thing he wanted was someone going around giving out doses of antidote!
Actually, thought Steve after a moment, it was probably better that Rich didn't drink the formula just yet. The shrinking didn't seem to be all that fast, and it wouldn't take very long to figure out what was going on. Before Rich got too small, he might still have a chance to do something about it. Not that Steve feared Rich much. After all, Steve was on the football team, wasn't he? He was about four inches taller than his supposed friend, and had a much more powerful physique. If Rich was foolish enough to attack him, especially after shrinking a few inches, Steve knew he could take him easily.
Still, one thing Rich had going for him was speed. He was on the track and field team and possessed much better reflexes than his soon-to-be ex-buddy. While Rich couldn't hope to stand up to Steve in a straight-up fight, he could flee, and even if he was shorter he could probably still move quickly. He could easily call for help, or even find a weapon somewhere, before Steve could deal with him--and that would ruin everything!
Well, it was probably too late now, Steve thought, but if Rich managed to avoid taking any sips, perhaps Steve could figure out a way to make him drink up later. Maybe right before bed, or better yet, in concert with some sleeping pills. Yeah, that'd be perfect! He'd sleep like a baby and wake up a lot smaller than one, that was for sure!
Eventually, Rich returned with the magnifying glass. "Got it," he announced, heading over towards Samantha's bedroom, followed quickly by the two-foot Barbara. The dwarf-sized woman clutched her skirt around her, wearing it like a trench coat. Meanwhile, Michelle looked up at Steve pleadingly. "I want to help them look," she told him, "but not in this thing. Can you find something for me to wear?"
Steve almost laughed aloud at her predicament. She looked like a Barbie doll wrapped up in a towel on the chair. Barbie, huh? Well, that's a thought. "Michelle," he said, stifling a chuckle as he gathered up the glasses of tea, "you know how Sam's niece is always visiting?"
"Yeah?" she asked curiously.
Hoping she wouldn't question what he was doing, Steve took the glasses back to the kitchen, out of view of his tiny girlfriend. A moment's search located a pitcher with a screw-on cap. He poured all the unfinished tea into it quickly. Then, he put the empty glasses in the sink and the pitcher in the fridge, making a mental note not to drink out of that particular container any time soon. "Well," he called out as he returned, "Barb said there was a little girl's swimsuit in the tub, so Sam must keep some of her niece's things around."
"I think she has them in a box in her closet," Michelle pointed out, "but what difference does that make? Do you think she got in there to play around with Mary Ann's toys, and got trapped?"
"No, nothing like that," snickered Steve as he worked his hands underneath Michelle's towel and lifted her easily into the air. She gasped slightly at the sudden motion and he smiled at her. Putting her hand on her tiny chest, Michelle relaxed and looked up at Steve lovingly. He almost laughed. She completely misread his smile, didn't she? She probably thought he was being comforting, but in fact, he was just amused by how easy it was to pick her up. He could just as easily have done anything else he wanted to her and she was too small to do anything about it! The very thought made him stiffen with excitement.
With his free hand Steve adjusted his pants to accommodate his swollen self and walked awkwardly into Samantha's room, where the other two were kneeling down and studying the floor carefully. "Stay to the sides!" insisted Rich as Steve began to stride boldly across the carpet. "You might step on Sam!"
"Sorry," muttered Steve, rolling his eyes as he inched his way around the room, ignoring Michelle's tiny giggles from within the towel on his hand. She certainly seemed to enjoy being carried, he thought. When he reached the closet, he set her down on the floor and started rummaging around. He only took a moment to locate Mary Ann's box, for it was near the front. Samantha brought it out earlier that evening in order to locate her niece's swimsuit, after all.
"Aha!" Steve said in triumph as he withdrew a folded-up plastic case from the bottom of the cardboard container. He set his prize down in front of a surprised Michelle and swung the doors open, revealing a doll's dressing room, complete with mirror, counter, brush, and other toys. In the molded chair sat a Barbie doll wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. A thin layer of dust coated her painted face.
Michelle climbed out of the towel and walked up to the doll, a sad look in her eyes. Her hand reached out to touch the immobile plastic figure. "Barbie," she muttered. "I used to play with Barbie dolls when I was younger. Now I'm no bigger than she is!" A single tear crawled its way down her face.
"Come on, don't cry," said Steve reassuringly, picking up the toy. "She's doing you a favor. Here." He easily removed the shirt and pants from the doll and dropped them in front of Michelle.
She wiped her tears away and pulled the outfit on. The cloth was somewhat stretchy, for it was designed to cling to Barbie's impossibly perfect figure. As a result, it squeezed itself up against Michelle's skin as if it were a couple of sizes too small. She looked down at the thick material dubiously, but didn't complain. At least it was covering her up. She felt embarrassed to have to wear Barbie clothes, but even that was better than wandering around in the nude. "It's not very comfortable," she muttered weakly, looking up at Steve for some kind of encouragement.
"It looks fantastic," he told her, reaching down and wrapping his hand around her miniature body. She didn't resist as he lifted her into the air, studying her closely. The white shirt, with its large silver star embroidered on the front, was bunched up around her breasts in a most attractive manner. "You should wear things like that more often," he told her with a grin, reaching down to run a finger back and forth across her stomach playfully.
Michelle laughed giddily as he tickled her. She pushed at his fingers with her little hands, but of course he barely felt any pressure at all. "Stop it!" she twittered, kicking wildly, but of course this only made him poke her all the more. Damn, he thought, this is really turning me on! He had to face the wall so Rich wouldn't look up and notice how much the front of his pants had expanded.
"Please!" giggled Michelle as he brought in a couple more fingers and began to tickle her all over. Her tiny breasts felt like squishy blobs of gelatin under the thin doll shirt. "I'm still super-sensitive--ha ha! From the potion--I'm--oh! So ticklish! Oh, this feels so goooood! But I can't! We have to--oh! Ha ha! We have to find Sam! Ha ha ha! Ohhhh!"
Steve couldn't resist. Michelle was just too cute like that, wriggling around in his hand like a living doll. While his middle finger massaged her small but still well-proportioned bosom, his forefinger meandered away from her quivering stomach and down onto the skintight little shorts. He didn't bother to remove them, for they were so thin as to be almost nonexistent. Instead, he moved his fingertip steadily back and forth between her legs, exploring and probing the unseen entranceway that just a half hour ago he investigated with a completely different part of his body.
"Oh! Ohhh!" gasped Michelle as the tickling he'd been doing suddenly became a different kind of play altogether. "Don't, Steve, we have to--OHHH! Oh, God! Right there! Yes! Yesssss!!!"
He actually started to feel pain as his erection expanded so far it threatened to burst his pants. He glanced back, hoping the others couldn't see what he was doing, and stepped inside the closet, continuing to manipulate the moaning Michelle as he did so. Steve and Barb seemed to be engaged in conversation and in the search for Sam, so they didn't notice as he stepped up his ministrations, bringing his thumb up and running it along the back of Michelle's left thigh. She felt so soft and smooth, like the calfskin leather seats in his Lexus.
He grinned as he listened to her frantic little squeaky gasps. This is perfect, he thought. My own little doll to play with whenever I want!
Finally, his kneading worked its magic, and she arched her back, her pelvis thrusting forward against his fingertip as she orgasmed right there in his hand. He continued to gently massage her heaving bosom as she collapsed, sweat and other moisture already soaking the little Barbie costume. She sighed in ecstasy and wrapped her hands around his finger, gazing up at him with an expression of total joy.
Then, before Steve's startled eyes, Michelle squealed and began to shrink again. The doll shirt and pants quickly dwarfed her as she dwindled slowly away, seeming to recede steadily into the depths of his palm. She scrambled around in horror as, from her point of view, the giant hand that carried her seemed to expand, the folds of Steve's thick skin growing larger and larger around her.
Steve couldn't stand it any longer. The thrill of bringing tiny Michelle to the height of pleasure, combined with the rush of power he knew he possessed over her helpless little figure, had already worked him to the edge of his own personal abyss. Now, the sight of her shrinking down even more just pushed him over the side. Closing the closet door behind him, he yanked his pants off swiftly and came right into one of Samantha's dangling dresses, soaking it in his warm stickiness.
Gasping, he absently wiped himself off with the still-dry sleeve of the ruined outfit. That was amazing, he thought. Watching Michelle shrink was almost as good as the real thing!
Steve crumpled up the dress and tossed it absently in the back corner of the closet, then replaced his pants and opened up the door behind him. Rich, fortunately, was oblivious, and Steve couldn't see Barb at all. Rich was facing away, doing something out of view. Probably took a cue from me, Steve chuckled to himself, wondering how much smaller Barbara would be after they were done fooling around.
Face flushed, Steve looked down at Michelle, wondering if she saw what he just did, but she didn't. Her four-inch-tall body was curled up in his palm, wracked with sobs.
Seeing how small she was now, Steve could only smile. This would make things so much easier, he thought. Yes, so very much easier.
And a lot more fun!