Ben raced across the carpet of the living room as quickly as he could, but found that it was much harder, since his feet kept sinking in the shag carpet and getting tangled up every few steps. Finally, wanting to get out of sight, he crawled underneath the couch and prayed that Steve and Sandi wouldn't bother to look for him there.
Panting for breath, he cursed himself for causing all this trouble. After all, he thought, if I hadn't gone looking for the tequila and grabbed that stupid bottle, none of this would have happened. That thought rang false in his mind, though. If Steve and Sandi intended to do this all along, they would've simply come downstairs when they wanted to and poured some of that shrinking potion into everyone's glasses. In fact, they probably would have mixed some drinks, in the pretense of being nice, so they could spike the drinks themselves. Either way, they would have shrunk everyone down, and they'd all find themselves in the same situation they were in now.
What bothered Ben was the fact that he actually liked this whole shrinking thing. In fact, it really turned him on. Seeing the women getting smaller really struck a chord within him, and of course watching Melissa dwindle in Bob's arms earlier was what finally pushed him over the edge. The problem was that he would never have wished such a thing upon anyone else if they didn't want it to happen. Not to mention, Steve hadn't said anything about it being reversible, so Ben didn't even know if they'd ever get back to normal. For that matter, Steve and Sandi probably wouldn't want them to get back to normal because everyone would either beat the crap out of them, or report them to the police. Or better yet, both. Of course, the shrinking part would be tough to prove without the shrinking potion Steve had in his pocket, so it was more likely that they would just pummel him and Sandi senseless.
Ben never liked Sandi. From the moment Steve invited her into the frat house, months ago, she'd been a continual source of friction among the girls. Sandi loved causing trouble, and seemed to look down upon them all with a "holier-than-thou" attitude that really raised the hackles of the other girls. Personally, Ben got the impression that Sandi actually liked doing it, just to cause trouble, and Steve seemed to enjoy the results as well. Mark, the Delta Psi Kappa president, even made mention to Ben that they should ban her altogether, which Ben was more than happy to agree to . . . except they chose to wait until the next clubhouse meeting before making it official. Why, oh why, hadn't Ben pushed for it to go into effect sooner? Because the President out-weighs the Vice-President, you dummy! As he was thinking about all this, something reached out and touched his shoulder, causing Ben to yelp and try to scramble away, but two pairs of hands grabbed him and held him down.
"Ssshhhh!! Be quiet, Ben! Damn, you'll give us away to Steve and his bitch with that much noise!"
Turning around, Ben saw Judy and Bill lying down behind him, dressed in rags from the aquarium. Suddenly, Ben felt embarrassed at his nakedness, but there was nothing he could do about that at the moment. Instead, he just covered himself as best he could and gasped, "How the hell did you two get out?!?"
"We had a little help from Tricia before she got too small," Judy replied, and then gasped as she suddenly dwindled another inch. "Oh shit! I thought it stopped!"
Bill looked at his girlfriend with concern, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Honestly, I haven't a clue how small we're gonna become. Do you, Ben?"
Shaking his head, Ben sighed. "The bottle didn't say anything on it other than that it was a shrinking potion. Besides," he admitted, "I was too drunk at the time to see straight. From now on, no more alcohol for me! I'm gonna support Pepsi from now on!"
Ben's comment was enough to draw a chuckle from Bill and a half-hearted giggle from Judy, who adjusted the rags she was wearing. "So what are we gonna do?" she asked. "Can we call the police?"
"And tell them what?" Bill asked in defeat. "I can see it now, 'Help us, two big people have shrunk the whole fraternity, send help immediately!'"
"Well, we've got to do something!" she replied. "What about anyone else in the house? Can they help?"
Ben shook his head, "I don't think so. Most of the members don't even come over except for the weekends. Most who could come for the party are stuck in that aquarium now. All except Mark..." suddenly, Ben's face lit up. "That's it!"
"What?" Bill and Judy asked in chorus.
"If we can get up the stairs, we could try and wake up Mark and have him help us!" Ben said. When Bill and Judy didn't reply, Ben continued, "Come on, you two. It's worth a try!"
"He's right," Judy said quietly. "We don't have many other options; but can we hurry, please? I guess I'm about five inches tall now, and only Heaven knows how fast we're gonna shrink!"
Steve and Sandi lay on the couch, fondling each other and moaning in enjoyment, oblivious to the show they were giving their shrunken captives. Unfortunately, it only served to make matters worse for everyone as they were forced to hear the two of them going at it, which accelerated the shrink for most of them. By now, Beth and Karen were maybe half an inch tall, and still shrinking, so Marcy was designated to watch over them, since she was now about an inch tall herself. Carol sat in a corner, hugging her legs to her chest and rocking back and forth, occasionally moaning Larry's name, completely oblivious to her continued reduction. Ironically, her delirium seemed to be holding the shrinking at bay, at least for the moment. Melissa wanted to help console her, but Karen advised against it, saying that they should all try to avoid touching each other for fear of accelerating the shrinking.
Pete and Marcy decided if they were gonna go, they were gonna go having fun and they crawled beneath one of the folds in the towel and proceeded to pick up where they left off. Pretty soon, a squeal of delight could be heard, followed by the fold flattening out further. When Frank went over to check on them, he said that he could barely see them . . . and he was only two inches tall himself.
As for Adam and his two girls Karen and Laura, they were all sitting together talking, amazingly enough, about each other! When Tricia asked Bob what they were discussing, he said they were talking about anything and everything, as if they were oblivious to their present situation.
"More likely they realize what we all do," she muttered as she leaned against him and felt another tingle precede another reduction of an inch.
"Oh? What's that, hon?" Bob asked as he wrapped his arms around Tricia's waist.
"That we're probably not going to get out of here," Tricia replied, lifting Bob up into her lap and hugging him against her chest.
Bob chuckled softly, making Tricia look down at him, "What are you laughing about? This isn't funny!"
About that time, Bob looked up and raised his hands, turning them so that his palms cupped her nipples. He smiled again and rubbed them, producing another tingling sensation between her legs, "It is if you're in this situation."
About that time, Tricia shrank again until Bob's head almost reached her chin, "Bob! That wasn't fair!"
"No, it wasn't," he grinned, "but it was fun, you have to admit."
Trish smiled along with him and giggled, "Okay, you got me there."
"Thanks honey," Bob said quietly.
Confused, Tricia looked down again, "For what?"
"For not being mad at me for what happened with Melissa," he said, hanging his head. "I felt bad about it."
"Honey," Tricia hugged him tightly and gasped as they both shrink a little further. "I understand it wasn't your fault. Honestly, I'm surprised you're not mad at me about what Beth and I did . . . not that I remember most of it, anyway."
Turning so he could face her, Bob was almost her height now, which meant that she was shrinking faster than he was. "I think it's obvious this shrinking potion stripped us of our inhibitions. Besides, you were so drunk at that point . . ."
"I was not!" Tricia gasped, partly because she shrank another inch, making her smaller than Bob now, and partly out of embarrassment. "I just . . . didn't know my limit."
"So what are we gonna do?" Michelle asked out loud. It felt weird to be the tallest of the group now, since Barb and Rich were about the same size again while Samantha continued to sit on Rich's shoulder, holding the microscopic nanodrone that held Christie and Travis.
Barb turned to speak to the drone in Samantha's hand, "Okay 'Duncan' . . . time to 'fess up. Who the hell are you and who the hell are you 'clients'? I don't know about anyone else, but I'm a little tired of being in the dark about all this."
"I'm not so sure you really want to know that," the drone replied in an attempted sing-song voice, which failed miserably. "Besides, who they are is not important right now."
"Well what IS important?" Rich asked impatiently. "Look, we're so small, I don't think we could possibly do anything to stop Steve or Sandi, even if we tried. And if Michelle's right, we're not done shrinking. Hell, in a few hours, we could be as small as Travis and Christie."
"Actually," the drone answered, "according to scans that I'm getting from the drone, you have about two point four hours before you reach the maximum reduction threshold . . . that is, you and Barbara. Michelle will probably stop her reduction at approximately half the threshold mark, making her smaller than Samantha."
"Are you kidding?!?" Samantha gasped. "Come on now 'Duncan', you're painting a pretty grim picture here. What do you do with those who reach the maximum reduction threshold anyway?"
A yelp caught everyone's attention, and they watched as Michelle's reduction started up again. "Oh well, I guess 'Duncan' was right again." Standing still, Michelle waited until the reduction stopped, making her approximately three times the size of Barb and Rich. "Well, at least I won't have to look hard to see everyone," she joked half-heartedly.
The nanodrone's "voice" chuckled. "It's good to see you all dealing so well with your condition. That is something my clients hoped would happen . . . at least with a majority of the users."
"You didn't answer my question," Samantha said sharply. "What exactly is done with those who shrink down to the threshold? And who the hell are your clients?"
"Samantha, I truly wish I could tell you, but sadly I can't."
"Why?!?" she said exasperated. "What are you hiding?"
The nanodrone lifted off her palm and hovered in front of her, "I'm not hiding anything, my dear. I can't tell you because I don't know."
"Hang on a second!" Rich said, pointing in the general direction of the drone, since he couldn't really see it that well, "what do you mean you don't know?!?"
"I don't know because they never told me who they were, nor did they tell me what happens to those who reach the threshold," 'Duncan' replied. "The entire arrangement was set up remotely, sight unseen, I'm afraid. I can guess, of course...I have my suspicions, but I haven't the time to express them now, or my reasons for them. Now if you'll excuse me," the drone lifted a little higher, "I have to go help out a few of the people who have already reached the threshold downstairs. I'll be back in a couple of hours to pick you and your boyfriend up, Barbara." With that, the drone sped off down the stairs and out of sight.
No one said a word for a moment, too stunned by what they'd heard to really know what to do. Finally, Michelle piped up, "C'mon everyone, let's get going."
"What's the use," Barb said despairingly. "You heard 'Duncan!' in a couple of hours, Rich and I are gonna be so small that Samantha will barely see us, and you'll be smaller than she is now. How are we gonna get down to the living room before then?"
Rich sighed, "And what will we do when we get there? 'Duncan' didn't say anything about an antidote or a way to reverse the effects. In fact, it sounded pretty sure that we're going to keep on shrinking."
"C'mon, you all!" Samantha cried, "We can't just give up! We can do this!"
Michelle nodded, "She's right, gang, even if we do shrink as small as the drone says, we can't give up." Reluctantly, Barb and Rich followed Michelle as she started to climb down the stairs, fiber by fiber. "At least it won't be hard to climb down," she said encouragingly. "The fibers make it easy."
Downstairs, Steve lay on the couch with Sandi sprawled top of him naked and half-asleep. By now, most of the folks in the aquarium were so small that it wouldn't be any fun to play with them.
Looking up at Sandi, Steve realized that he wanted to shrink her too. Oh, she was fantastic, but he came to realize that his desire to shrink lovely women was stronger than his desire for her. After all, it wasn't like he truly "loved" her in the sense of intending to marry her or anything, she was just great in the sack and Steve knew he could find other women like her. Besides, he was pretty sure he knew what she really wanted, so he was going to dump her one of these days anyway. Might as well be now, he thought with a smile. So how could he shrink her without her being suspicious?
Looking at the shrinking potion, he got an idea and popped the top. It took him a moment to get an image of Michelle shrinking in his palm, but that was enough to get him hard all over again. Very slowly, so as to not wake Sandi, he dribbled some of the potion on his cock until it was glistening, then he set the bottle aside and nudged Sandi.
"Hey there lady, you feel like making a guy feel real good?"
Sandi moaned softly, "Mmmm, what did you have in mind?"
"Well," Steve grinned to himself, "you always boast about giving the best blow jobs. I was wondering if you'd do that for me."
Sandi opened one eye and grinned at Steve, "Ooooh . . . I think I could manage that." With a sly wink, she slid down until his erect member was staring her full in the face. "Looks like you've started without me," she giggled. "Let me clean it off for you." With that, Sandi took it all the way, swallowing his manhood into her mouth and sucking on it while Steve smiled and groaned.
"Oh yes, baby. You really do know how to make me feel like a man!"