Barb and Rich sagged together on top of one of the carpet fibers, gasping for breath as Michelle looked down in concern. This definitely wasn't going as well as they hoped, and they only climbed down one step in the last twenty minutes. During that time, both Barb and Rich became progressively smaller, until they were about one-sixteenth of an inch tall, which meant that each step was like some cliff or tall mountain to them.
Rich leaned back against Barb, his breath coming in gasps. "Michelle, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'll tell you that the track and field coach didn't put us through this kind of torture on our worst day."
"I know what he means," Barb said, panting and trying to take deep breaths as much as she could. "I don't think we're gonna make it. We've got eleven more steps to go, and it took us . . . what . . . fifteen or twenty minutes just to get down one step? If 'Duncan' is right, the two of us are gonna reach that "maximum reduction threshold" in about ninety minutes. We'll be lucky . . . oooOOoooh! Shiiit!"
Michelle looked away, pretty much resigned to the situation as Barb dwindled a little further until she was practically as small as Samantha, who now rode on Michelle's shoulder, since Rich was now too small to carry her. In fact, if this 'Duncan' person was right, it would be Sam who would be carrying all of them soon--talk about your weird changes in perspective!
"So what do you want to do?" Samantha asked, beginning to realize that they were right. Before 'Duncan' arrived, they all believed that they could get to the living room and somehow call for help. After all, that was why they escaped from the aquarium in the first place, but with her friends' continued reduction since then, she worried that they'd gotten themselves into an even worse situation. Even she was beginning to worry what they would do once they were shrunk down to one-fiftieth or even one-one hundredth of an inch tall. At that point, she would be the giant and they would be tiny to her. God, why had she bought that stupid potion in the first place? Better yet, why the hell hadn't she read the directions completely through before rushing to get her "shrink fix?"
"If Barb and I are going to reach this 'maximum reduction threshold' soon, why not help it along?" Rich sighed.
"Rich!! What are you saying?!?" Michelle cried in disbelief. "You're actually saying you want to shrink that small?"
Rich's face grew troubled. "No! I'm not saying that at all, dammit!" Throwing up his hands, he screamed, "I'd love to be my normal size with Barb at her normal size, and you and Sam at your normal sizes. I'd love to be able to take you all out to dinner and everything would be fine, but I can't, all right? My clothes are back at your apartment in a pile because my former friend turned out to be an asshole who is sick and is so twisted that he gets off seeing us all shrunk. I'm the victim of a fucking potion that doesn't have an antidote and seems designed to take the one thing I've considered special between me and Barb and twist it into something that has only made matters worse!!! So no, I don't want to shrink that small, but goddammit, I'm tired of this bullshit! If it's going to happen, let it happen now and get it over with!"
With that, Rich stood up and stormed away, his head hung low, but he couldn't go far because while he vented, he shrunk again, and was now too small to cross from one fiber to the next. As the three girls watched, they heard him sobbing gently and Barb rushed over to hug him, "It's okay, honey. I'm here for you."
"I feel so helpless now," he said through the tears as he hugged Barb tightly, regardless of the tiny shivers that returned. "I thought I could help you and Michelle, get help, you know--be the hero, I suppose. Now there's nothing I can do but sit around and wait for the end, I guess, whatever that is."
Michelle came over and knelt down beside the two of them and Samantha jumped off her shoulder and walked over to them. By now, she reached Rich's waist and it was obvious that pretty soon, they'd be as small as she was.
"I'm sorry guys," Samantha said softly. "This is all my fault. I should have never bought that potion in the first place."
Barb smiled gamely at her, "You didn't know what would happen, Sam." Reaching out a hand, she hugged her diminutive friend, "Don't blame yourself."
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!
"What the hell is that?" Samantha cried as everyone looked around frantically.
Rising up from below, a gigantic appendage appeared in front of them, then landed nearby. Everyone looked up as an enormous individual appeared in their sight, turned and sat down on the edge of the stair nearby.
"Oh my gosh!" Samantha cried, "That's Ben!"
Only one more step to go! Thank goodness, Ben thought as he pulled himself up and sat down to take a breather. "Bill, why didn't we just try to use the phone in the study hall? It would have been much easier, and probably faster."
"'fraid not," Bill replied from the step below as Judy was pulling herself up. "As we were heading over to the stairs, I noticed that Sandi took the phone off the receiver. If we had gotten to the phone in time, she would've heard us, and stopped us before we could get help." Satisfied that Judy was up, Bill grabbed a handful of carpet and began the climb to the next-to-last step, "Besides, what would we tell them? I don't think they'd believe that a madman and his bitch girlfriend were loose in the Delta Psi Kappa frat house shrinking people."
"Okay, okay, point taken, but how the hell are we supposed to . . . oh shiiit!" Bill looked up at Ben and Judy gasped as Ben began to shrink again. By the time he was through shrinking, Ben had dwindled down to a little over two inches tall. "Damn," he said in disgust as he looked over his shoulder at the step that now loomed over him like a twenty-foot wall, "couldn't it have waited until after we'd reached the top?"
"Be glad you only have one more step to go, Ben," Judy said, trying to sound encouraging. "It could have happened at the bottom of the stairs, you know."
"Gee, thanks for those words of encouragement. Ouch!!"
"What is it?" Bill asked, having reached the top of the step and looking over at Ben in concern.
"Something just bit me or something . . ." he replied. "I wonder what could . . . wait a second!" Bending down, Ben appeared to be looking at something beside him. "Well, I'll be damned!"
"What? What is it?" Judy asked in confusion.
"I think we just found our missing friends. It's Michelle, and I think she's got Barbara and Rich with her . . . and someone else, I can't quite see who it is . . ." Leaning down, he turned his head so his ear was closest to them and he listened as Michelle shouted something that only he could hear, "Samantha?!? She's here?"
"He heard her! Ben heard her!" Barb cried, raising the spirits of their disheartened group.
"Thank God! I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't," Samantha said, looking up at Ben's gigantic face and couldn't help but smile. Although she was sorry to see that Ben was mixed up in this whole shrinking mess, a part of her was glad to see him. Ben had been continually trying to ask her out, and yet Sam blew him off time and time again, only to find that he came back again for more. On more than one occasion, she wondered, what was it with this guy? He was cute, had a great smile that she loved seeing, was definitely intelligent, and most importantly, could hold up a conversation without resorting to being rude, crude or degenerating into talking about getting into her pants. So why the hell hadn't she bothered to get to know him? Then she remembered how focused she was on her studies and realized that maybe she was missing out on something special.
Since Michelle was still the tallest of them, at about a quarter of an inch tall, she did all the talking, relaying stuff back and forth between her group and the others. "Umm . . . Sam, can you come here for a second?" Michelle asked.
Puzzled, Samantha walked over to Michelle and looked up, "What do you need?"
"Actually, Ben wanted to tell you something, but he can barely see you so he thought it would help if I held you, okay?"
Samantha was confused, but agreed, allowing Michelle to place her on her shoulders. By now, Sam was about the size of a newborn to Michelle, but wasn't large enough to be a problem . . . yet. After all, 'Duncan' had stated that Michelle still had some shrinking to do as well.
"Samantha? Is that you?" Ben whispered, trying not to overwhelm her with the sound of his voice. He squinted so he could see her, but Sam knew that it must be hard because comparatively, Sam was perhaps an inch tall to him.
"Tell him that I can hear him," she replied, well aware that there wasn't a chance that he could have heard her, even if she had screamed out loud.
This went on for a minute before Ben admitted, "Well . . . ah, I was wondering if maybe . . . if we get out of this . . . if maybe you'd be willing to . . . you know . . . go out or something."
Samantha was surprised. After all, when she turned him down for the President's Ball last month, he practically disappeared from sight. Her first reaction was to say no, but the more she thought about it, the more the realized that Ben was a pretty nice guy, and maybe it would be nice to get to know someone after all. "Tell him that I'd like that very much."
Ben's face lit up when Michelle gave him the news, "That's great! Maybe . . . you know, we could go somewhere and talk. I'd honestly love to learn what you think about all this shrinking stuff."
"Oh! Ah . . . okay, sure!" Sam couldn't believe it! Ben was actually interested in shrinking?!? Good Lord! If only she'd known!
Michelle could only shake her head and chuckle, "What is it with you, Sam? Looks like you've got a convert to the whole shrinking idea." Glancing back up at Ben, she smiled, "Say, Ben, what are you and the others trying to do?"
Ben had to snap back to reality after watching Sam walk back over to Rich and Barb, "Oh! Sorry. Um, well Bill, Judy and I were going to try to make it to Mark's room and try to wake him up to get help. You all could join us."
"Let me ask the others and I'll let you know," she replied. Walking over to her friends, Michelle asked, "Well, you probably heard him. Ben and the others are trying to get to Mark's room to try to get him to help us. Should we tag along?"
Barb looked over at Rich, who shook his head. By now they were both slightly shorter than Samantha. "We're gonna stay here, Michelle. Rich and I have decided to get it over with. We figure once we're shrunk down to this 'threshold' our friend spoke of, that he'll come and pick us up.
Michelle sighed and looked over at Barb. "I'm gonna go. I'm still shrinking too, but 'Duncan' said I wouldn't reach the threshold, so I don't think he'd be picking me up."
"I'll go with them too," Samantha said softly. "I don't know what I could do, but at least I can help them to deal with what's happening to them like I did for you all."
About five minutes later, Ben, Sam, Michelle, Bill and Judy reached the top of the staircase and waved in the direction of the two tiny people they left behind. Samantha and Michelle sat on either side of Ben's shoulders, who was now about an inch and a half tall, and could see them a little better, even hear Sam too!
"You're sure there's nothing we can do for them?" Ben asked Sam as they turned away and headed for Mark's bedroom.
Samantha shook her head, "No. My 'friend' said they would be pretty small soon and would come back to pick them up. I think they wanted to be alone together for the end of it."
"They'll be all right, Sam," Michelle said quietly as their group continued on.
Sandi moaned as she hugged Steve and felt him pull out of her. This last time was better than before. In fact, it felt better than any other time as far as she could remember. I guess maybe I was wrong about him, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around his chest and smiled. "Ooooh Steve, you were incredible that time, better than ever!"
"I'm glad you like the service," he chuckled, running his hands down her back, causing her to moan softly and shiver. Looking down at her feet, he noticed them slowly draw further up his leg until they reached his ankles. "I'm sure I could find it in myself to go one more time if you like."
"Mmmmmm, Steve, you're insatiable!" she giggled, hugging him tighter.
"And you're not? Come on, hon. Last time I checked, you were the one who complained that we didn't do it enough. Tonight alone we've done it . . . what, four or five times?"
"I've forgotten," she said, her eyes closed and her head pointing towards the back of the couch, "but I don't think I'll forget your performance this time. God! It felt like you were hitting all my buttons at once! No one's been able to do that before!"
Steve smiled as he carefully tilted the pink bottle of shrinking potion until a tiny stream slipped through the opening and mixed with Sandi's beer. "You just never tried hard enough before," he said calmly, replacing the top and slipping the potion back into the pocket of his jeans, which sat in a heap on the table beside them. Casually, he picked up his own beer and took a loud sip to encourage her to do the same. As if on cue, Sandi turned and reached out for her own beer. Steve tensed up when he saw her have to reach for the beer, but she was obviously too relaxed from their lovemaking that she didn't notice.
Sandi propped herself up and tilted her head back as she swallowed the rest of the beer. In order to cover his smile, Steve sipped his own beer and figured that one more good round of sex would get her going, as well as accelerate her reduction. By the time she realized what was going on, she would be well along, and wouldn't be able to stop herself.
That was the one thing that blew his mind about this potion. Once the effects were in full force, when mixed with alcohol, it became the ultimate aphrodisiac, forcing those who took it to make love even as they shrank. What was more, their arousal extended to their partner, like some kind of sexual energy transference, but the shrinking part didn't. That was how he could still get it up with Sandi after so many times tonight. Normally after four or five times he'd be flaccid as a limp dishrag, but when he went inside her, something almost like electricity stimulated him back up to normal levels and beyond.
He could see some definite possibilities for this stuff. Maybe he could use some of the money his dad gave him to hire a chemist to reproduce the formula. After all, he'd never heard of it before, so it couldn't be legal here in the States. Samantha probably bought it from some Oriental guy. Figures, he thought to himself without any regard to his own bigotry, those slant-eyes come up with some pretty weird shit anyway. Probably why they have all those petite women over there.
"Hey baby, one more time?" Steve kissed her nose, and winked. He noticed that she'd felt warmer and figured that the potion must be kicking in.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I thought you'd never ask," Sandi said, attacking him and kissing him all over. As she leaned back, she felt him already sliding inside her and she yelped in pleasure as she spread her legs and sank further to take him all the way in. Her yelp turned into a long, drawn out moan as she felt him rubbing her clitoris and labia at the same time. She'd never felt that before, and the sensations blew her mind. "God! Oh Steve, this is even better than last time. I can't believe this is possible! OOOOoooooh!"
As she began to rock back and forth on top of him, Steve felt himself get rock hard, because even as he watched, he could see her begin to dwindle in front of him. "Don't stop now baby, I'm gonna take you all the way," he said with a smile. Come on you little wench, he thought as her body wrapped tighter around his manhood, stimulating him even more, I'll take you higher and make you smaller at the same time.
Sandi was lost in a sea of ecstasy. It seemed that with each thrust, she felt more and more aroused. She began to touch her breasts and rub her nipples, causing herself to moan even louder. God, this was incredible! She couldn't believe how wrong she'd been about Steve in the sack. If he was this good all the time, she'd marry him just for this and to hell with the money! A tingle ran down her back, followed by a warmth that seemed to engulf her from head to toe, but she didn't stop, didn't want to end the sensations that he was providing her with.
"Oooh! Yes! YES!! Steeeeve, more, more, more, oooooh . . . OOOOOH!!! Fuck me! Do it hard! OH YES!! YESSS! YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!"
Sandi felt Steve explode within her just as she found she couldn't hold back anymore either. A jet of warm semen exploded inside of her like a cannon and she gasped in surprise at the force of the stream. Just then, she shivered again and felt Steve's penis expand inside her again, causing her to gasp in arousal. However, some part of her became conscious that something was wrong. It was then that she opened her eyes and looked up and gasped.
Steve sat back, his head on a pillow and his arms behind his head, "Was it good for you too?"
"You son of a bitch!" she cried, slipping off his cock and backing up. "You no-good son of a bitch!" By now, Sandi was about four feet tall, perhaps a little taller, but it was obvious what Steve had done. "You slipped it into my beer, didn't you?!? You fucking asshole! After all I did for you! I helped you, dammit!"
Steve smiled, "Yes you did, and you should be thankful that I saved you for last. What? You think I'm going to marry some whore like you? You're good in bed, Sandi, but I'm not going to marry someone like you. I can't trust you, and there's no snowball's chance in hell that I'm going to let you get your hands on my money."
Another shiver enveloped Sandi and she dwindled a little further, causing her to curse out loud. "Dammit Steve, I thought we had an agreement! You wouldn't do it to me, and I wouldn't do it to you."
"Oh come off it, bitch!" Steve said, standing up and looking down on Sandi, who sat on the edge of the couch, her legs dangling over the side. "you don't think I didn't see you pour that tequila into a jar and put it away? I saw the look you had on your face--you wanted to use it on me, but you stopped. It was the money, wasn't it? You realized you couldn't get my money if you shrank me, so you decided to wait for later. Once we got married maybe, then use it on me and take my money for yourself? I'm not stupid, bitch! You only thought I was." Pointing over at the mirror on the wall, he continued, "I could see your every move from out here. I saw you pick up the bowl, saw you look down at the beers, I even saw you pour it into a jar and hide it. Yeah, I knew exactly what you wanted to do, so I decided to turn the tables on you."
Sandi cowered in fear, realizing that she'd been found out, and that Steve was now in control as she dwindled down a little further until she was about three and a half feet tall. "So what are you going to do with me?"
Chuckling to himself, Steve grinned at Sandi, enjoying her reduction, "I'd thought about giving you a huge dose so you'd shrink away like Travis and Christie, but I want you around for a little while longer. Besides, I know the potion well enough to see that your body is begging for me to touch you again, and if you remember, stimulation is what helps to accelerate the reduction." Indicating towards the aquarium, "If you're good, I won't put you in the fish tank, but remember this, bitch! I'M in control here, not you. You do what I tell you, or you're gonna take an one-way express ride to oblivion, got it!"
The jig was up. Steve had figured it out and there was nothing Sandi could do. "I . . . I got it," she whispered.