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The Body Beam by Merritstone

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The Body Beam

by Merritstone

 

“Do they look smaller?  They feel smaller,” Janelle said hoisting her immense breasts up in her hands.  The little japanimation character on the taught white fabric of her T-shirt was getting so stretched out of shape it was bringing new meaning to hyper-deformed.  “I think they’re shrinking.”

 

“They’re not shrinking!”  Amanda said, detestably.  Of course they could stand a bit of shrinking, couldn’t they?  If she was half the size she is now, Janelle’s tits would still dwarf her own.  Amanda liked- even loved- her tall and buxom friend, but she could be so damn selfish.  After all, weren’t they both inside the chamber when the machine mysteriously activated?  Wasn’t whatever might be happening to Janelle also happening to her?  And even if her breasts were shrinking (which they weren’t), then wasn’t Amanda’s own bustline about to go on a diet?  She looked down, trying not to picture her own breasts, all already quite small, shrinking even smaller.  The image was depressing, in a comical sort of way. 

 

Well, she guessed they had it coming.  The two of them trying out an untested machine in the middle of the night. Not they should have been mucking around with the “Body Beam” in the first place, but its too late for that now.  Regardless Amy should be able to fix everything on Monday.  It was Amy’s lab after all, she could fix anything.  And that would give the whole weekend to teach them a lesson for their wicked ways.  Not that anything was happening, which it wasn’t.

 

“Are you sure?” Janelle said raising an eyebrow to gain sympathy.

 

So Amanda found herself staring at her best friend’s boobs.  Hell, it was hard not to look at them. With over ten inches difference in height between them, it was easy for Amanda to sum up the size of her taller friend’s bustline.  And from where she was standing, everything looked just fine in the titty department.

 

“No, I'm not- but you look as ludicrously top-heavy as ever.” Janelle’s hands had continued to cradle her boobs, as though protecting them from thieves.  Now she let go of them.  They gave one of the breath-taking bounces only girls of her size and almost supernatural firmness have.  A bounce that earned her her nickname, and Amanda had to be impressed.  Janelle had a gorgeous rack.  And responsive, too- although she had only held her chest for a few seconds, her nipples had begun to stiffen.  Large thimble-sized bumps began to poke through her T-shirt.  Laughing to herself, Amanda mentally compared her own small, but rather pleasant, nipples- like little pink pencil erasers- to Janelle’s thimble sized bumps.  Janelle’s big, perfect tits had big, perfect nipples… it made sense.

 

“It’s kind of weird,” Janelle said suddenly, snapping Amanda out of her mental tangent, “I mean with you staring at my breasts.  You know…  weird/funny.”

 

“Oh come on,” Amanda said being flip, “Like you’re not used to people staring at your breasts-” The statement ended flat as her voice dropped off.  Under her gaze, Janelle’s nipples stiffened further until they were fully erect.  Like all other aspects of her boobs, the event was an attention grabber.

 

“I know, but its you.”  Its you?  What the hell did that mean?  You’re a girl? You’re my room-mate?  You’re a hottie and I totally want to make lesbo-love to you right here on the floor?  Amanda didn’t know, and more importantly she didn’t know if she wanted to know.

 

“uh- I’m only looking because you asked me to, Tigger.”  Amanda made a point of using the nickname, hopefully it would help keep the girl jovial. She was really worrying about this way too much.  Why ‘Tigger’ you ask?  Well, because Tiggers bounce… and so does Janelle.

 

“I know,” she said smiling, “Then go ahead and take a good close look.” Then giggling, Janelle reached out and grabbed her friend’s head. Already leaning close, Amanda suddenly got a more intimate view of Janelle then she ever expected as her face was thrust down into the titanic boobs.  Even though there was a shirt between them Amanda could feel Janelle’s warmth as her firm, young breasts rolled along the sides of Amanda’s face.  The feeling was not at all unpleasant.  In fact, as Amanda pushed herself off the giant mammaries she carried with her an inkling of what boys must see in boobs like Tigger’s.  They were almost intoxicating.  Amanda gasped, and was pleased to hear her friend’s giggles had turned to laughter.  At least it appears she wasn’t worrying about her bra size anymore.

 

“If you could only see your face,” she said pointing.  Even as she did, Amanda could feel a further flush redden her face.  Soon both girls were laughing.

 

“I’m sorry, Amanda,” Janelle continued, “but you’re right, even if my tits are shrinking, it won’t kill me to be a little flat-chested for a weekend.”

 

“After the stunt you just pulled, you deserve to be shrunk back into a training bra!”  Amanda scolded, brushing her hair back into place.  “But why the hell do you think they’re shrinking in the first place?” The normal hues of her face started to return as her blood cooled. 

 

Janelle’s smile turned inward, as if in thought, “I don’t know, but there’s this tightness in my chest that wasn’t there before.”  Her hand cupped a breast, feeling for any difference.

 

“’Tightness’? That could just be your shirt, Tigger.  God forbid- they could be getting bigger!”  Amanda’s mind reeled at the thought of the Playboy Bunny proportions of Janelle getting larger.  On the other hand, she now noticed a tiny tightness in her breasts as well, and the image of her own meager bustline filling out a bit made her smile.

 

“Yeah, they could be,” Janelle said, “but somehow I don’t think so.”

 

“Well, if you are shrinking, at least you’ve got good company.”  Amanda smiled, but suddenly Janelle’s eyes went wide.

 

“Oh my god, Amanda I’m so sorry, I was so worried about my own tits I totally forgot that you were hit, too,” Janelle gazed down at her friend’s minimal curves.  “And you’re already so small!” 

 

It was too late. The words were out.  Its one thing to know your best friend has tiny boobs, its quite another thing to say it to her face.  Amanda’s gaze shot down to the nearly flat plane of her chest, and then right back to Janelle’s now apologetic eyes.

 

“Oh Amanda, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it like-“

 

“That’s OK, that just means I have less to shrink.  Doesn’t it?”  Amanda said gesturing to Janelle’s enormous breasts.  “Think, by tomorrow we might look like sisters.”

 

“Hell, I’d deserve it.  I’d deserve it if I woke up flat-chested and you hadn’t shrunk an inch.”

 

“Now that is a pleasing thought.”

 

“I’m really sorry,” Janelle said and laughed just a little, hoping all was forgiven.

 

“Yes! You’re forgiven,” Amanda said reading Janelle’s face.  It wasn’t hard.  “But now lets see if the fact that your Booby Sense is tingling means anything.  Take off your shirt and we’ll get a measurement.”

 

 

Part II

 

“Really?”  Janelle said disbelievingly.  “Here?”

 

Amanda walked across the room and locked the door, “Why the hell not?  Its our apartment.  I’m not expecting anybody, are you?”

 

“No, but…”

 

“But what, here you can measure me too,” Amanda said grabbing the bottoms of her shirt.  “We’ll be all scientific about this and make Amy proud.  Go get a notebook or something so we can write everything down.” 

 

Then she pulled her T-shirt straight over her head.  With no bra on, or a need to wear one, her small pert breasts popped into view.  Shocked by being exposed to the open air of the apartment, Amanda's small nipples stiffened.

 

Janelle stared with her jaw dropped.

 

"Well..." Amanda teased impatiently.  Truthfully she felt really exposed and odd, but it was kind of sexy at the same time.  Regardless she liked the look it put on her roomy’s face.

 

"OK," the taller girl said.  She was shocked. "When in Rome, and all that."  Without further ado she too took off her shirt.  Amanda imagined a sigh of relief from the printed Anime character as a the shirt returned to its non-stressed shape.  Then Janelle reached behind her back to unhook the pink satiny bra she was wearing.

 

Suddenly there they were.  Tigger's tits.  Each one the size of a large cantaloupe.  Hell, maybe even bigger; its not like Amanda was a cantaloupe expert or anything.  Each one round.  Each one firm.  Each one crowned with a dark rose colored nipple, upturned, almost half an inch long, and as thick as her pinky. Amanda couldn't help it, her eyes boggled at the sight of the other woman’s bare breasts. They were so stunning to view, that they deserved their own theme song.

 

"Well, at least its warm in here," said Tigger, "Go ahead."

 

"Go ahead and what?" Amanda said dazedly.  She just could not seem to pull her mind off Janelle's breasts.

 

"...uhm, measure me?" Janelle said with a question in her tone.  Obviously she must have noticed Amanda's off-kilter behavior. 

 

After some rummaging, Amanda managed to find an old sewing kit.  Soon there after she returned triumphantly with an old plastic measuring tape. 

 

"33 inches 'round the ribs," Amanda announced moments later.  "And, OH my God!" she screamed.

 

"What?"

 

"47!? 47 inches, that can't be right!" She stood agape at that measurement.  What the hell was that anyway, an F-cup...  a G-cup.  Is there such thing as an G-cup? Amanda had never needed know.

 

"You're right," Janelle confirmed.  "I should be 48."

 

"What?"

 

"I'm an odd size,  most of my bras are a 38FF.  Too big for an F-cup, too small for a G.  Its also called a triple E.  It totally depends on who you buy your bra from."

 

"They make G-cup bras?"

 

"You have to special order them," Janelle said with the voice of simple facts.  "I own a couple. I could show you."

 

"Sure, I can use them the next time I jump out of an aeroplane," Amanda smiled.

 

"Anyway, it supposed to be 48",” Tigger said, “measure me again."

 

Amanda did as requested, but the result was the same.  The tape measure clearly read: 47.

 

"But that’s not right," Janelle said suddenly nervous, "Oh my god, they are shrinking."

 

"You are not. Here take this," Amanda said handing the tape measure over to Jan.  "If you're shrinking then I'm shrinking, too."

 

Amanda was putting on a brave face for the crowd, but she was starting to believe that Janelle might be right. Turning her back to receive her own measurements, Amanda waited for the numbers.

 

And those numbers were, 26 and 32 and a half.  The second number should have been 33.  So it was true.  They were loosing their boobs.

 

Not having much to lose in the first place, the half inch Amanda was down was actually more noticeable on her slender body than Janelle's entire inch.  And now that she knew, Amanda's breasts seemed obviously smaller. ‘What’s smaller than a 32A?’ she wondered.  Funny, they were so little Amanda never thought she cared, but the thought of being completely flat-chested did not thrill her.

 

"Well, I guess you're 'boobie sense' was tingling after all," she smiled, but it was a little sad.

 

"Oh honey," Janelle said cradling the smaller woman in her arms.  Suddenly she was the tower of strength.  "I'm shrinking, too- even faster than you.  Like you said, we'll look like sisters in no time.  Heck if you just wear a loose shirt no one will even know."

 

Amanda should’ve been slightly miffed at the condensing attitude Janelle was giving her.  Even she knew the tall blonde didn’t mean anything by it, it was the kind of statement that would’ve gotten her hackles up in a normal situation.  Instead she found herself thinking about the feel and weight of Janelle’s bare breasts as they pressed into her skin.  It started an odd tingle deep inside her, and she didn’t quite know what it meant. 

 

 

Part III

A couple of hours later Amanda had put her T-shirt on.  Janelle remained topless.  Amanda figured she couldn’t help herself.  Tigger was still a little scared (yet fascinated) by what was happening to her.  In the warm apartment she wasn’t uncomfortable and she just couldn’t tear her eyes away from her own slowly deflating breasts.  Neither could Amanda, partly because they were there, and partly because Janelle kept asking her to take measurements.  The last one told her she was down to a ‘mere’ 43” at her fullest, something like a double D-cup.  Obviously Janelle was still a very, very big girl, but Amanda had to admit she was looking distinctly smaller.  Then again, the frequent glances down the neck of her shirt told Amanda that she was, too.  There was barely any rise to her chest at all anymore.

 

“Do you think I’ll keep shrinking till I’m completely flat-chested?” Janelle asked while trying on a her old bra.  A bra which a few hours ago had fit fine.  She was really doing her best to come to terms with her new ‘condition’, and thus far doing admirably.

 

“God I hope so,” Amanda snickered, “Then we can shop at the same stores.  You look ridiculous in that thing. You know that, right?”

 

“I guess so,” Jan said.  Probably the only to make double D boobs look small is to dress them up in an double F-cup bra.  Her big breasts were swimming inside even bigger satin cups.  She took it off again.  Then she snuggled one of the cups down over her blonde hair like a hat.  It would’ve fit fine if she just had a second head.  Sighing she tossed it to the floor. 

 

“When Amy fixes us, you have to let her restore me first, OK?” Amanda said.

 

“uhm, sure…  Why?” Janelle said putting her hands on hips and making a still impressive jiggle in her upper torso. Amanda laughed, at least she was getting used to her friend being naked.  There was a part of her that more than ‘getting used to’ it, a part that was getting a little bit tingly, but she thought it was better not to look at that part too closely.  At least not yet.

 

“’Cause I want to be able to say I had bigger breasts than you.  Even if only for a couple of minutes.” They both laughed.

 

Janelle tried a new tactic.  She pressed her boobs tight to her chest, momentarily making them appear even smaller.  She peered over her profile.

 

“Hey, I can see my toes.”

 

“Yet another advantage of the under-endowed,” Amanda said.

 

“You make it sound like a club,” Janelle said giggling a bit despite herself.

 

“Of sorts. I’m a lifetime member.  And if I get any smaller, I’m going to be president.” Amanda said through a sideways smile.  To stress her point Amanda ran her hands up her flat belly, sliding up and across her equally flat chest.

 

“Can I join?”

 

“Not with those jugs, Tigger.  You come back when you can’t fill a tea cup and we’ll talk.  At the rate your going I figure by the time dinner rolls around I’ll be able to sign you up.”

 

“Oooh, are the busty girls going to make fun of me?” Janelle said.  “Call me ‘tiny tits’ and steal my boyfriend?”

 

“You betcha,” Amanda said sincerely.  “Membership has it’s privileges.”

 

“I can’t wait…  or maybe I can,”  Janelle said dryly.  “What were the advantages again?”

 

“Well, you’ll become invisible to guys, and an extra 20 points of IQ will be sent to you in the mail.”

 

“OK, I’m in.  Just in time too, I have a history exam coming up on Wednesday.”

 

“Of course it’ll be worse for you.  You were the biggest, bestest, most beautiful girl on campus.  You know how people love to see the mighty taken down a peg.”

 

“Or two, or twelve,” Janelle added.

 

“Yeah,” Amanda said. “If Amy can’t reverse the process right away you better get a disguise or something.  I know some pretty bitter B-cups.”

 

“Why?  I don’t treat girls with small breasts like crap.  Do I?”

 

“Its not you.  Some girls (and most guys) just can’t see past the boobs,” Amanda stated.  “But I’m more worried about one person in particular.  A certain person named…”

 

“Barbara Peterson,” they both said together.  It was true.  Barbara Peterson had hated Janelle since the day they first met.  Why was anybody’s guess. Janelle had never treated her poorly, or stolen a man Barbara was interested in (to the best of her knowledge).  And it wasn’t as if Barbara had anything to be truly jealous over.  She was a very impressive figure of a woman in her own right.

 

It was probably a case of the ‘almosts’.  Barbara was almost as tall as Janelle, almost as busty, almost as popular, and- for some reason- a complete and total bitch.

 

“You are going to have to avoid her like the plague,” Amanda warned.  “She’d probably cream her jeans to know you had smaller boobs than she does.”

 

Janelle looked down objectively, “I do, don’t I?  I bet I am already smaller than dear old Barbara.”

 

Amanda also took a good gander.  “Probably,” she said “Barb’s a big girl.”

 

“Ah,” Janelle sighed, “I guess I could cut my hair and dye it black.  I’d look good as a brunette.  Kind of a ‘French mademoiselle’ look”

 

“Whoah there, don’t be too hasty!” Amanda said, actually laughing now.

 

“What? Why?” Janelle asked smirking at her friend’s amusement.

 

“You know what they say about blondes.  Between the itty bitty titties and the brown hair, you’ll be a genius,”  Amanda was holding back her giggles.  “Maybe even smarter than Amy!”  Amanda struggled out between snickers.

 

“Funny,” Janelle said running a hand through her very blonde tresses.

 

Just then there was a knock at the door. 

 

 

Part IV

Janelle looked quickly to Amanda, “Can you get it? I’m-”

 

“-naked?,” Amanda finished for her.

 

“Well, yeah,” Janelle giggled and placed a hand over each nipple.

 

“Get yourself dressed, Tigger.  I’ll get the door,” Amanda said.

 

Janelle skipped of to her room and Amanda got the door.  “Speak of the devil,” Amanda said.

 

The woman on the other side of the door was staring down from a vantage point far above Amanda’s own.  This wasn’t entirely uncommon, at five foot/one she was used to looking up to most people.  Its just that some folks had a way of stressing their vertical advantage with a unspoken confrontational manner.  This woman wasn’t as tall as Janelle, but her body language implied that she was. 

 

Or at least that she’d like to be.

 

“What was that?” the woman asked.

 

Amanda ignored the question.  “Hello, Barbara.  What brings you here tonight?”

 

“Janelle actually,” Barbara intoned.  “I missed History today, and I wanted to see if  Glovers covered anything that was going to be on the test.”

 

As Barbara spoke she let herself into the small apartment.  She led with her breasts like they were a couple of battering rams.  Amanda yielded to the unspoken invasion.  Being so close to eye level with that particular body part, it was either back off or get a face full of boob.  Speaking of Barb’s boobs, Amanda got a good look and what she saw made her grimace.  Although the blue, fuzzy sweater the tall, raven-haired girl was wearing probably inflated their size somewhat, Amanda was almost certain that Barbara was actually a little bigger than Janelle’s current dimensions.

 

Barbara caught her looking.  She said nothing, misinterpreting Amanda’s attention for jealousy.  If anything she inhaled deeper and unconsciously rolled her shoulders farther back.  Her body language was so loud you could’ve recorded it.  It said, ‘You wish, half-pint.’ 

 

“I’m sorry.  Where are my manners?  Hello, Mandy.  You’re looking…  thin.  Did you lose weight?” Barbara’s smile was practiced, not felt.

 

Amanda hated it when Barbara called her Mandy.  It didn’t bother her from anyone else’s lips, just hers.  And that ‘thin’ comment.  Barbara could tell.  Maybe not what was going on, but she new something had changed.  Honestly Amanda didn’t know whether she should be upset or pleased.  At least this meant her breasts had been big enough to notice before.  Of course it also meant people were going to notice that they were even smaller now then they had been.  But why should she care? Even at full size Amanda’s perky little tits were no match for Barbara’s sweater puppies. So what’s a couple more inches?

 

Amanda sighed.

 

“Yeah, I guess I did, Barbie. You know the battle of the bulge.  A moment on the lips.  And all those other cliches,” Amanda said.

 

“Oh,” Barbara said without interest.  “Anyway, where is Janelle?”

 

“Tigger’s not h-“ Amanda started to lie but was interrupted.

 

“Here I am,” Tigger said striding out of her room.  She had gotten dressed and miraculously her breasts seemed to have been restored, but something wasn’t meshing properly.  While Janelle’s chest had regained its former stature, it wasn’t moving like it had before.  It seemed lighter and stiffer somehow.  And along the sides of those prodigious curves, didn’t they look a little… lumpy?

 

“Hello, Janelle,” Barbara said (was there an odd look on her face?).  “I hate to bother-“

 

“I heard,” Janelle said lightly.  She reached forward holding a green folder.  “Yes, he went over the test.  Here are my notes and his handouts.  You can take them just…  get them back to me by Monday.”

 

Janelle paused in the middle of her statement because she was shocked to find herself looking ever so slightly up into Barbara’s eyes.  Barbara looked back and noticed the same thing.

 

“I could come back tonight,” Barbara said.  She was a little distracted herself.  Both women tried to look down as casually as they could.  Neither one was standing on a step, nor wearing heels.  Amanda noticed for the first time that Janelle’s clothes looked just a touch rumpled.  Janelle’s pant cuffs were touching the floor.  Did they do that before or are more than just her breasts’ shrinking? 

 

And what of her, Amanda’s, own clothes?  Did they feel a bit like big sister’s hand-me-downs?

 

“I mean I could make copies, and…” Barbara trailed off at the end.

 

“No,” Janelle said a bit too quickly, “Don’t.”

 

Barbara stood there a moment or two without saying anything.  And then she finally said what she was thinking out loud, “Am I taller than you?”  It was the first time emotion had entered her voice.  She sounded hopeful.

 

“Uhm… What?”  Janelle asked.

 

“I always thought you were taller than I was.  But…”  she trailed off.  “I’m five/ten. I thought you were taller than me, but you’re what?  5/9? 5/8?”

 

“5/9,” Janelle said.  “Yeah, that’s me.” Only it wasn’t, or it shouldn’t have been.  Janelle was and inch under six foot and had been since she was 16.

 

“Funny,” Barbara said actually sounding pleased, “Do you where heels?” 

 

“What?  Uhm… yeah, that must be it.  I wear a lot of high heels,”  Janelle said.  She didn’t, of course.  Janelle believed her legs were long enough, thank you very much.  She owned a couple of pairs for when she wanted to make a point of just how tall she was, but they were strictly for special occasions.  She’d never wear them to class.

 

Barbara’s whole attitude was changing.  It was as if with this small vertical victory Barbara could relegate Janelle from adversary to underling.  She would be very pleased to know her as long as Janelle wasn’t a threat.  Barbara was the kind of girl who liked to have tall, pretty friends… just so long as they were not as tall or as pretty as her.

 

Now if she could just do something about the blonde girl’s chest.

 

“Weird I didn’t notice that before. I normally-“ Barbara began.

 

But it was at this point that Amanda came to the rescue.  “Sorry, Barbie but I Tigger and I were kind of the middle of something.  We’ll see you later OK?”  And then despite being nine inches shorter (or was it more now) Amanda shooed the leggy, busty woman out the door.  Normally she might not be able to shift her so easily, but Barbara was so happy with her new discovery that she was remarkably malleable.

 

As Amanda shut and locked the door Tigger said, “Well, that sucked!”

 

Amanda spread her arms wide across the door frame as though she was trying to keep out a monster.  Her face mimed teeth-gritting effort. This provoked a giggle from Janelle.

 

“Oh my god.  It is true though.  Isn’t it?” Amanda said.  “Your breasts aren’t the only thing shrinking, Tigger.”

 

“I know. Why didn’t you tell me?” Janelle said a little accusingly.

 

“Because I didn’t notice.  I bet I’m shrinking, too.  I mean, it would make sense.  Wouldn’t it?”  Amanda said.  She then examined her and Janelle’s slightly misfitting clothes.  Now that she thought to look, there was no mistaking it.  Everything looked a little loose- well, almost everything.  Gesturing at the one article of clothing that still looked skin tight on her tall friend, Amanda asked the obvious question.

 

“What about your boobs?” Amanda asked.

 

“I stuffed my bra,” she laughed. Janelle pulled her shirt over her head.  She unhooked her pink bra and let a disturbingly large quantity of tissue paper fall to the floor. “I never thought I’d need to do that, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to let Barbie see me with these little boobs.”

 

Janelle’s boobs were not, in fact, little.  Far from it.  She was still a tall and top heavy girl.  That is not to say her breasts hadn’t shrunk. They certainly had.  Presently they were far too small to fill her own bra.  And unless Amanda was missing her guess Janelle’s mamalian wonders looked even a little smaller than when she last saw them.  Maybe her blonde roomy was only a D-cup now (‘only’).

 

“That settles it,” Amanda said, “I have to call Amy.”

 

“Why?” Janelle asked.

 

“Because.  It might not matter how much our boobs shrink over the weekend.  If we show up in Amy’s lab on Monday looking flat-chested and forlorn that’s fine.  But how are we going to explain showing up as a couple of midgets?  Or what if we really start to shrink and we can’t reach the door knobs or operate a telephone?  Not so funny.”

 

“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”

 

“How’d you like to bump into Barbie when you’re four feet tall?”

 

“I’m going to shrink to four feet tall?,” Janelle said nervously.  Amanda rolled her eyes.

 

“Hand me the phone, its time to fess up,” Amanda stated. 

 

 

Part V

Amy wasn’t answering so the girls decided to continue to play good lab rats.  They made a couple of marks on the door frame between their tiny kitchen and the modest living room and soon discovered that Janelle was 5’8 and ½” and Amanda was 4’11”. 

 

“I’m so damn short!” she hollered.  She was also effectively as flat as a board.  24 inches round the ribs and a meager 28 at the ‘fullest’ part of her bust.  The only reason there was any difference at all between those two numbers was that Amanda’s rib cage was a bit bigger higher up her chest.  The bra fitting charts she’d seen (mostly back when she was a teenager and still had hopes of being a late-bloomer) required a measurement above and below the bust.  What a laugh. There was no longer any recognizable bust to be ‘above’ or ‘below’. 

 

Janelle was shrinking, too.  She was down to a rib circumference of 31 inches, and 40 inches at the fullest.  She was, indeed, down to  36 D-cup.  Still worthy of the pages of Playboy, but at least she wouldn’t make the other girls feel self-conscious anymore. And though she might have looked gigantic in comparison to Amanda, Janelle was a skinny, teenaged version of herself when compared to yesterday. 

 

Janelle actually worried that they were getting younger, but Amanda knew that wasn’t the case.  Of course they looked younger- they were both shorter and less developed.  Contrary clues told Amanda it was more complex than that.  Her unaltered thatch of pubic hair for example.  She had grown boobs before her pubes were more than peach fuzz.  Then there was the fact that Amanda was about the size she had been when she was eleven years old, but Janelle looked more like herself at fifteen (and wasn’t she already 5’10” at fifteen?). No, they were the same age they had been. You could see it in their faces and skin.  They both had the glow of healthy young women just past twenty.  They were just… deflating.

 

It seemed they were both shrinking at more or less the same rate.  With Amanda being smaller to start with, she was just going to be the first to get to the bottom of the slide.  Assuming there even was a bottom.

 

They had been up all night, and while waiting for the phone to ring they both had a nap.  Waking up later they were pleased to see that although they had shrunk even more, it wasn’t by much.  The steady illuminated ‘0’ on the answering machine confirmed that the phone hadn’t rung, so Amanda placed another call to Amy.  No luck, and as she hung up she decided to walk past the kitchen door frame.  A sad little smile fixed itself in place as she noticed that the mark that had represented her height was an inch or more above the top of her head.  

 

“Still not in,” Amanda said.

 

Janelle still had a sleep muddled brain and instead of being worried only yawned loudly.  She was still topless and still a little on the top-heavy side.  Amanda couldn’t help but admire the way the late morning sun slid across those curves.  She wasn’t sure if it was envy or something else, but she noticed herself noticing.

 

The tall (well, tall-ish) blonde rolled off the couch and punched up the heat a few more degrees, declared that she was taking a bath, and slid her loose pants and panties off her hips before she had even made it down the hall.  Janelle’s bedroom was kitty-corner to the bathroom and she kicked the discard jeans though her open door.

 

“Nice ass,” Amanda caught herself thinking.  A thought she knew couldn’t be jealousy because she knew she had a damn fine backside of her own.  So what was it?

 

Ten minutes later the tub had finished filling.  In the middle of the process Janelle walked stark naked into the living room, her mouth foamy with toothpaste, and thrust her hand toward Amanda.

 

“My toothbrush feels really big,” she announced.  Her voice a little muffled.

 

“Well, yeah,” Amanda said, “You’re like three or four inches shorter than you used to be.”  Boy, that sounded weird to say out loud. 

 

“I know, but it feels really big… in my mouth,” Janelle’s voice petered out toward the end.  She realized how that sounded, but it was true.  Only a dirty mind made that statement sound at all sexual. Of course it had sounded sexual to her too, so… 

 

A pursed, tight lipped smile was all the retort Amanda needed.  Janelle just gave up and sauntered back into the bathroom.  Amanda put down the book she had been idly flipping through at watched her blonde roomy’s posterior until it was out of sight.  What a pleasing motion it made swinging from side to side.  Like a curvy teeter totter, or a boat on the ocean.

 

Just then the phone rang, snapping Amanda’s mind out of her daydream.

 

“Amy, thank god!” Amanda said.  “Yes, I know there’s been a break in.  It was me and Tigger. - Yes. - I’m sorry.  - Yes, the Body Beam. - Yes, I know that’s not what its really called. - I don’t know really, I guess we were just feeling stupid and spontaneous.  - I know I should have called immediately.  We were a little freaked out, I guess.  I’m sorry, Amy.  I really am.”

 

“So which one of you was it, and what’s happening?” Amy’s voice said over the phone.

 

“uhm,  it was kind of both of us,” Amanda answered.

 

“What?” Amy said.

 

“We powered up the machine, and then I went in to show Tigger where she would need to stand when the door shut the stupid thing fired.”

 

“That’s because I programmed an automatic setting into it so that I could run some tests without your help.  Useful- if not a little dangerous when tampered with,” Amy scolded.

 

“Oh.  Sorry,” Amanda said.  “Is the fact that we were both in there going to cause a problem,  you know, getting us back to normal?”

 

“Not an insurmountable one, no.  But you might both need to settle for ‘close enough’ for a few weeks until I can hammer out the details as to what you did.  It’s a delicate piece of machinery.  And its capabilities extend far beyond the realm of practical jokes and bigger boobs,” Amy sighed.  “Big science.  Important stuff.”

 

“Big science, sure thing.  So has Steve figured out that you’re taller than he is yet?”

 

“No, he just thinks I bought new high heels.  Sometimes that boy is as thick as a p-“ Amy started automatically and then stopped dead.  “Point taken,” she conceded.

 

“Your secret is safe with me,” Amanda giggled.

 

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Amy asked.

 

“Not really, I hadn’t programmed anything yet, so I guess it did whatever you were doing last.” Amanda suddenly felt nervous again.

 

“That’s what I figured as well.  Hmmm….” Amy’s voice sound distant.  Calculating.  “I hadn’t planned to use that particular setting on living creatures- so many variables…”  More nearly audible thinking followed.

 

“Is that bad?”

 

“Hmmm?  Oh, I guess that depends on your definition of bad.  Its reversible, I’m sure.  I was studying the machine’s quantum fluxuator as actualized through spatial relations by the positive and negative influence of kinetic energies.  Mainly in their current ambient levels within the principal target.”

 

“You are such a geek,” Amanda smiled.

 

“Yeah,” Amy said proudly, “So I imagine the two of you are becoming quite the amazons.  Right?”

 

“What?! No!” Amanda hollered, “Exactly the opposite.  We’re both getting shorter, and… and… our breasts are shrinking.”

 

“No, I refuse to believe it.  Can’t be happening,” Amy stated.

 

“I’m a flat-chested midget! I assure you that its ‘happening’,” Amy said.

 

“But its freezing outside!” Amy said.

 

“What does that have to do with anything?”

 

“Weren’t you listening?” Amy asked.  Her voice sounded honestly confused.

 

“I was listening.  I just wasn’t understanding.  You’re too smart for your own good, you know that don’t you?” Amanda said.  She couldn’t help but smile a bit.  She couldn’t imagine why she was so nervous before, anyone as smart as Amy could fix her and Tigger up.  No problem.

 

“OK.  Ready for the ‘For Dummies’ version,” Amy said. 

 

Amanda’s mouth opened but she held her tongue- she probably had that one coming. “Give it to me,” she grumbled.

 

“Your spatial relations- your size is under flux as acted on by the level of kinetic activity in your system.  The most direct source of kinetic energy, besides the chemical reactions generated by your own body, is your immediate environment.  Temperature is a base measurement for localized kinetic energ-“

 

“I think you have a different interpretation of ‘Dummies’ than I do.  You better give me the ‘For Retards’ version,” Amanda snickered.

 

“Heat makes you shrink.  Cold makes you grow,”  Amy stated without pause.

 

“What?”

 

“Amanda, dear, I can’t make it any more simple than that,” Amy sighed.

 

“I understand it.  I just can’t believe it!” Amanda said.

 

“Well, frankly neither can I.  I mean its under 30 degrees outside you should both be getting huge.  I figure- and this is just a rough estimate you understand- The point of zero flux should be about 71 degrees Fahrenheit.  Accounting for your body temperature at standard physical activity, of course.  If you were doing an aerobic workout, that would be a different thing all together. 

 

“Amy-“ but Amy wasn’t stopping.

 

“Assuming the average internal temperature for a dwelling at this time of year is 69 degrees, you should be very slowly, but steadily growing bigger not smaller.  Regardless just the trip outside back from the labs should’ve created a negative pool that would’ve gotten the proverbial ball rolling.  I’m surprised that you didn’t notice an increase in mass by the time you got back home.”

 

“We drove. Tigger thought it was too cold,” Amy said.

 

“Even still,” Amy suggested.

 

“She had the heater going at full blast.  If the lab wasn’t only on the other side of campus I would’ve been sweating by the time we got home.”

 

“Oh.  But after that you should’ve-“

 

“Do you know how warm Tigger likes to keep it in the house?” Amanda asked.  She was already crossing the room to check the thermostat.

 

“Not really, no.”

 

“It’s set to 76 degrees,” Amanda said.

 

“Oh my…” Amy said.  Amanda could picture Amy running through a stunning number of mental calculations.  Calculations she, Amanda, couldn’t hope number crunch even if she had pen and paper.  Hell, she couldn’t guess what numbers to crunch or what method of crunching should be used.

 

“In that case I’d have to say you’re-“

 

“A flat-chested midget,” Amanda interrupted.

 

“Well, yes… I’m sure there’s a more technical definition, but you have the gist,” Amy concluded.

 

“And I’m going to keep getting smaller?” Amanda ask.

 

“Well, no.  You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

 

“What?” Amanda asked.

 

“It’s all temperature based.  Drop your environment to below 71 degrees and everything should begin to the reverse its course.”

 

“Are you saying that if I ran outside and danced around naked I’d start growing?” Amanda asked.  This made her smile.  There was an idea forming in the back of her mind.

 

“No need for anything so drastic.  What would the neighbors say?  But, yes, it would certainly work.  Rather quickly I imagine.” Amy said.

 

“Is there any harm in this?  Anything dangerous I should know about?”

 

“No.  That was the whole point,  I was experimenting with an easy and safe way of fluctuating the size of objects.  I got the idea from shrink wrap.  The thing about shrink wrap is you can’t unshrink it- Solved that problem.”  Amy had a certain pride in her voice.

 

“You made yourself taller and Steve shorter why aren’t the two of you ‘in flux’,” Amanda asked.

 

“Because I know what I’m doing, Amanda dear. Do you want me to bore you with details?” Amy said a little smugly.  Amanda could all but see her smiling.

 

“Touché.  Are you sure I can’t shrink away into nothingness?” Amanda asked. 

 

“You most certainly will  not.  I doubt you could possibly get more than a 95% reduction.  After all you have internal heat regulators, but even an inanimate object has it limits.  Why?”

 

“I got an idea.  Are you OK if we don’t come in until Sunday night to fix this mess?”

 

“Please.  More time for me to figure out exactly what you did.  In fact Monday morning might be even better, Steve and I have a date Sunday.  If he plays his cards right, it might even be a really big date.  Have fun, take your time.  What do you have in mind?”

 

Amanda eyed the refrigerator, or more specifically the ice box, “A little role reversal…  maybe a lot of role reversal.”

 

“Hah. I won’t ask… but take notes.  You’ve put off my whole weekend ,” Amy said.  “How is Tigger holding up, anyhow?”

 

“Pretty well,” Amanda answered.  “You know, even shrunk she looks like a Playboy bunny.”  Amanda  surprised herself by generating a crystal clear image of her naked roomy in her mind’s eye.  She hadn’t willed the image into place, it came of its own accord.

 

“And where is she now?” Amy’s voice asked.

 

“Oh, she’s having a bath,” Amanda said.  Suddenly an image of that slid, unasked for, into her mind.

 

“… a nice, hot bath?” Amy asked in a small voice.

 

“… uhm,  yeah.  I guess so.” Amanda said distractedly looking toward the bathroom door. 

 

“Oh my!” Amy said.  Amanda gently hung up the phone. 

 

 

Part VI

“Tigger,” Amanda said pounding on the door, “You OK in there?”

 

“Hmmm?,” a sleepy, relaxed voice called back.  “Yeah, just peachy.  Was that Amy?”

 

“Yeah,” Amanda said relieved to hear Janelle’s voice.  She couldn’t be too small.  Amy had said that high temperatures would make them shrink, but Amanda still didn’t really have a grip on how much or how fast.

 

“What’d she say?”

 

“She said we’re in no danger.  She should have a cure by Monday.”  Both true, and now for the lies.  “But she said that we could expect to be in for even more changes between now and then.  She was really surprised that we were both shrinking.  Amy seemed to think that the effect could be completely unpredictable.  Hey, did you lock the door?”

 

“No. Do you want to come in?” Again, Amanda felt tempted.  And did Janelle sound just a little hopeful?

 

“No that’s OK, I just wanted to take precautions in case one of us starts shrinking ,or growing, or whatever.”

 

“I might start growing again?”  It was the first non-sleepy thing she had said. 

 

“You might, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up,” Amanda said.  Especially not after a good hot bath.  Not if Amy knows her stuff, which she probably did.

 

“I know, but I’m already missing my boobs.  I like being busty.  The height thing doesn’t bother me so much… actually I was always a little jealous of you in that department.”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yeah,” Janelle said, “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”

 

Amanda gulped.  Her hand raised to the doorknob before dropping back to side.  “No.  Thanks, but I better get back to the kitchen.  Amy wanted me to jot down our experiences so far.”

 

“Oh.  OK, then.  I think I’ll laze about in here a bit more, then maybe I’ll join you.” Janelle said.

 

Good, she had some time.  Amanda scuttled back to the kitchen, and went straight to the fridge.  She slipped her shirt off and threw it on the table, once again feeling that the kitchen was an odd room to be topless in.  Funny how a person’s nudity only strikes them as wrong in certain rooms of the house. 

 

Never mind.  It was time to put Amy’s advice to the test.

 

Amanda reached for the ice box and hinged it open.  Suddenly aware as to just how short she had gotten she grumped as she actually needed to grab the step stool to grab what she needed.  But a moment later it was gotten and she stood in the center of the kitchen.  An ice cube resting coldly in her hand.

 

The combined warmth of the room and her own hand caused the ice to start dipping almost immediately.  Amanda tensed as she gently pressed the slippery, cold cube into her left nipple.  A loud gasp escaped her lips as the small, pink bud tightened to painful extremes.  Her right nipple went hard in sympathy, giving her a matched set.  She was so sensitive to the cold, she had no idea how long she could keep up her attentions.  It had been hours and hours since she had been exposed to the Body Beam and she was less than six inches shorter.  Would a little ice be enough to reverse the effects?  Were Amy’s assumptions right?

 

It was, and they were.

 

After as few as sixty seconds Amanda had to remove the ice from her frozen nipple.  Hand and nipple both were complaining.  She threw the ice in the sink and immediately clasped her left hand (the right had held the ice) over her chest in an attempt to warm herself up.  This was counter productive, she knew, but she absolutely had to.

 

When she felt she could control herself, Amanda stood in front of the hall mirror.  A slightly lopsided girl stared back.  She gasped and immediate grabbed her left breast, and then just as quickly let go.  Amanda’s nipple wasn’t just engorged, it was larger.  She tried to tweak her other nipple to the same level of ferocious erection, but couldn’t.  Her left nipple was just bigger.  Not much, but it was noticeable, and that wasn’t all.  The whole area around her breast looked- puffier.  Like her breast was beginning to grow back to its previous size.  And it had only been a minute with the ice.

 

Amanda was still a lot smaller than she had been, and she didn’t like the lopsided look of her tiny chest, but she was smiling all the same.  She gasped, again, as an idea slammed into her.  Her hands shot up and together for close inspection.   Looking carefully Amanda concluded that her hands were still the same size.  Even though her right hand was freezing…  good.  Now to even herself out.

 

She returned to the icebox.  With a new piece of ice in her opposite hand (why take chances) she applied freezing cold affections to her right nipple this time.  She was pleased at how easy it was to balance the size of her nipples and the small breasts that been begun to grow beneath them.  It was like her body had a memory for symmetry and fell back into it with the greatest of ease.

 

A return trip to the hall mirror confirmed what she had hoped.  Amanda once again had breasts.  Sure they were tiny, but they had to start somewhere.  The thrill of discovery and plans for the near future overcame her shivers.  Amanda turned back toward the kitchen.

 

Less than three minutes later she had the breasts she remembered from yesterday.  More or less.  Her nipples looked a little larger to her and she made a note to apply ice more directly to her breasts and avoid the nipples when possible.  This was much easier to do now that she actually had breasts again. 

 

She reached up for another ice cube, and then stopped.  There was still her height problem to take care of.  No sense in growing bigger tits if the rest of her was still shrinking.  Amanda supposed she could strip down naked and rub ice up and down her entire body, but there was definitely an easier way. 

 

She stripped anyway.  Ran to her bedroom and put on only her thinnest bathrobe.  It was satin slick and her wet breasts and hard nipples left their mark on the fabric.  The robe was now a poor fit since Amanda was probably only 4’9”.  Far too loose.  She looked forward to filling it out again. 

 

Tip-toeing past the bathroom, Amanda could still hear the sounds of Janelle softly sloshing in the water of the tub.  She quickly hollered that she had forgotten something in the car and then marched to the door.

 

It was indeed freezing outside.  Good.  In only  few seconds all of the remaining body heat Amanda had stored seemed to be stripped right out of her.  Amanda decided that she really should walk out to the Janelle’s car.  She had figured if she just stood on her front step waiting to grow, it might attract more than a few stares.  A forgetful girl making a mad dash to the parking lot was better than a crazy girl standing on the porch.  Even worse, someone might think she locked herself out and try to help her out.  Extra attention was the last thing she needed.  Not that she wasn’t going to get some stares anyway, after all she was dressed for a sexy bedroom encounter not a 60% chance of snow.  It might not have been odd if she stepped out for the morning paper, but the car was a good two football fields’ distance away from the apartment.  Needless worry.  There was no one to see her, nor should there be, it was cold outside.

 

Bare feet and icy pavement don’t make a matched set, but Amanda tried to keep her pace as slow and steady as possible.  The longer she was out here, the bigger she’d get.  When she reached the car she peeked in the windows.  To all the world she appeared to be a little ditzy brunette who was looking to seeing if she locked her keys in the car.  Well, maybe not quite that little.  What Amanda was really doing was using the car windows as a poor man’s mirror.  Walking around the car in the search for her ‘keys’ or whatever, when she was really checking to see if she had gotten noticeably taller.

 

She had.

 

Amanda was pleased to see she was filling out her bathrobe quite nicely.  Perhaps more than nicely in chestal region.  Weird.  It had taken her hours to shrink, but as an icy wind blew seemingly right up her robe, she could almost feel her bones stretching in response.  Didn’t Amy say that the ‘zero flux’ temperature was somewhere around 71 degrees?  The inside of the house was only 5 degrees warmer, outside it had to be at least 45 degrees colder.  Obviously the greater the shift in temperature must be having multiplied effects.  In fact, she better get back indoors before she out grew her robe… or got hypothermia.  Despite the beneficial effects the cold was having on her height and bust-line, it was also numbing her body from the waist down.  It was bitter freezing cold and her teeth were almost chattering.

 

The robe had looked big enough when she put it on.  Too big, even.  It wasn’t until she was hurrying back across the frigid campus that Amanda remembered how short it had been.  By the time she made it to her front step she had to pull it down in back to keep herself from mooning anyone who cared to look.  When the doorknob turned she thanked god she hadn’t locked herself outside.

 

“It’s just me,” she yelled cheerily toward the bathroom.  She didn’t want Janelle getting spooked and ending her bath early.

 

Amanda looked with scrutinous gaze around the small apartment.  Before everything seemed to be slightly bigger and drifting out of reach, now it all appeared normal enough.  Smaller, even.  And during the quick jog back from the parking lot hadn’t there been a unfamiliar jiggle in her chest?  Amanda couldn’t wait to find out.

 

Regardless- bigger or not, Amanda needed time to warm up.  She shouldn’t remember the last time she felt so cold.  Anymore ice would have to wait unless she wanted to turn herself into a busty Popsicle.

 

The first stop was the kitchen.  Looking at the door frame, Amanda burst out with a laugh.  The mark that represented her height was barely level with her lips.  She figured she had been two inches short of her norm when they made it (and shorter still after her nap).  She hadn’t shot back to her normal height, she had over shot.  Amanda was now at least two inches taller than her previous 5’1”, maybe three.  Taller!  She was tall!  Well… more like- average. OK, if not average, at least she wasn’t short anymore.  No wonder the robe was having a hard time keeping her ass covered. 

 

Looking up Amanda had another surprise.  She saw she wasn’t that far beneath the mark they made for Janelle.  Less then 5 inches.  Technically that meant that a slightly oversized Amanda was still a lot shorter than an undersized Janelle… but that wasn’t the point.  There might still be a significant distance to go, but half the gap between her and her roomy had been filled.  Furthermore Amanda wondered how much more of that gap had been closed as a result of Janelle’s long, hot bath.  Hmmm.

 

Next it was the mirror.  She had been trying to not even glance down.  To save the first good look as a surprise.  Situated in front of the mirror, she let her robe fall to the floor.  A squeak of pleasure almost escaped her as she stared a nice rounded pair of B-cups.  Cute, firm, jiggly (especially when she shook her shoulders)…  and hers.  They were fantastic!  Maybe not quite big enough to need a bra, but it would no longer be a joke if she decided to put one on.  Her nipples were still a little big for her overall breast size, but she kind of liked the look.  They were kind of puffy, and very sexy.

 

Other than that she looked the same as ever.  She could tell she was taller by looking in the mirror, but only because she could see more of herself in it.  Her breasts were noticeably bigger, but otherwise she was the same, only larger and covered in goosebumps.  She thought that maybe a little focused attention with an ice cube might be able to stretch her legs a bit.  Yes.  It might be worth playing with later, after she had a chance to warm up.  Maybe a little-

 

But just then she heard the tub begin to drain.  All other thoughts slid out of her head as Amanda quickly bent and grabbed at her robe.  Distantly she enjoyed its too tight feel as she slid it on.  She hustled to the bathroom laid in wait outside the door.  She didn’t want to miss a moment.  So far Amy’s rough calculations were batting a thousand.  Trusting this to still hold true, Amanda was very eager to meet the new Janelle.

 

 

Part VII

“Oh my god,” Janelle cried out from the bathroom. 

 

Taking that as her cue, Amanda burst open the door.  The first thing she did was readjust her line of sight.  She had to drop it a good deal lower than she had at first expected.  The woman in the bathroom was a stranger.  She was small, only about Amanda’s height, and slender.  Not the tall, buxom bombshell that Amanda remembered as her roommate.  This blonde new-comer didn’t react as Amanda came into the steamy bathroom.  She was too busy inspecting herself in the mirror, as if she, too, was trying to figure out who she was.  A long wet streak had been wiped through the fogged glass of the longer and lower mirror that Amanda had hung for her own use.  This petite stranger wasn’t tall enough to use the high, medicine cabinet mirror that Janelle favored.

 

But, of course, this was no stranger.  The recognizable traits started to filter through into Amanda’s mind.  This woman’s long blonde hair had the same style, same color, same healthy luster as Tigger’s own.  The arc of the neck, the wide eyes, parted lips, and raised eyebrows were all identical to Janelle’s.  Undoubtedly this was Janelle, but a weird other-worldly Janelle.  A Janelle who forgot to eat her Wheaties.

 

Amanda liked her at first sight.

 

“My boobs!  I’ve got tiny little boobies,” Janelle gasped.  The poor girl was stunned, but she was also at the edge of laughter.  She was staring raptly into the mirror and holding one breast in each hand.  They filled her hands nicely, but no more that that.  Janelle was also completely naked.  It looked like the realization of her current condition had occurred as she began to towel herself off. 

 

“Look at me,” she commanded and turned her wet form to face Amanda for the first time. 

 

“I am,” Amanda smiled.

 

Another shock shot through Janelle as she first found herself staring at Amanda’s chest and then had to jerk her gaze upward to make eye-contact.  From there she quickly looked around the room.  Taking in the mirror she had been looking into, and then she looked up to ‘her’ mirror.  A mirror she’d need to stand on tip toe to see anything below her nose.

 

The two women were nearly of the same height.

 

“Mandy,” Janelle’s voice was shocked young, “you’re so tall!”

 

“Not so much,” Amanda said.

 

“Then I’m- I’m-“

 

“Short,” Amanda suggested.

 

For the first time, Janelle let go of her own breasts, as her hands went to cover her shocked mouth.  Helping herself to a look, Amanda smirked at Janelle’s interpretation of ‘tiny little’.  Janelle’s breasts were still larger than her own- but only by smidgen. Amanda guessed that Janelle might be on the big side of a B-cup where her own bosom was still on the bottom rung of that particular ladder.  Though her breasts were probably smaller than they had been since she was 10 years old, Janelle really had nothing to complain of.  They were lovely.  Round and high, and topped with nipples that were a good deal smaller and pinker than they had been before.

 

Still you certainly couldn’t call her top-heavy anymore.  She had become… petite. 

 

While Janelle still had (slightly) larger breasts, unless Amanda missed her guess she was the taller of the two of them now.  Not by much- maybe an inch.  But what an inch!  After years of being nearly a foot shorter than Janelle, this one inch advantage made her feel like the tallest woman on earth.

 

“Remember, its just temporary,” Amanda said evenly.  Very deceptive, since her heart was hammering.

 

“Promise.”

 

“Yes.  Besides, you look great.”

 

“I’m a runt!”  Janelle said, “I can’t believe you’re taller than me!”

 

“You’re a sexy runt,” Amanda said (meaning it more than she wanted to admit it).  “Anyway, you’re still bigger than I used to be.”

 

“Wh-What do you mean, ‘used to be’?”  Janelle suddenly forgot her own condition and began staring intently on Amanda’s body.

 

“I, uh-  I started growing when you were in the bath,” Amanda said.  It was true enough, she just left out why she started to grow.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah, I told you Amy said the effects of the Body Beam might be unpredictable.  I just got lucky, I guess.”

 

“You mean you grew back to your full-size, right?” Janelle asked nervously.

 

“At first,” Amanda said, “But I- I kinda kept right on growing,” Amanda said.

 

“Show me,” Janelle said.

 

“Tigger!” Amanda declared. 

 

“Oh come on. We’re both girls.  You’ve got to see me stark naked.  I’m naked now!”

 

“Yeah, well.  That’s your own weird decision,” Amanda was rather proud of the ‘home improvements’ she’d made, but if she stripped then they’d both be naked.  Amanda wasn’t sure she was ready for that. 

 

“You’re no prude.  I’ve seen you naked before, Amanda.  I want to see how much you’ve grown,”  That was true, Amanda had a pretty loose bathroom code and she regularly let Janelle in to brush her teeth as she was finishing up her shower.  She hardly paid it any mind, but that was before.

 

(Before what?)

 

“Come on, show me! Tit for tat,” Janelle said.

 

“Be careful, you don’t have that much ‘tit’ left,” Amanda said.

 

“More than you, I’m betting.”

 

“Not by much, Shorty.”

 

“That’s low,” Janelle giggled.

 

“So are you.”

 

“Come on, Amanda.  Show me your tits!”

 

“What is this Mardi Gras? You gonna throw beads?  OK. OK, prepare to be humbled.”

 

They were both laughing now.  Amanda stuck her chest out as far as she could and let her robe drop to the floor.  She dropped one hand low and reached over her head with the other.  She made a little flourish with her hands.

 

“Tah Dah!”

 

“Wow,”  Janelle whispered. 

 

Amanda suddenly felt self-conscious again.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this.  “What?” she asked.

 

“You look great!” Janelle said.  There was something… different in her face as she looked at Amanda.

 

“uhm… thanks,”  Amanda said.  The nude blonde was only a few steps away.  They were both naked.  She had to remind herself of that.  They were both naked, and they were both adults.  They could do anything they wanted to.  They didn’t need anybody’s permission. 

 

Where had that thought come from?

 

“I bet I still have bigger breasts than you,” Janelle said.  It was a little too awkward to be funny, but Amanda was glad for the break in her thoughts.

 

“Oh yeah?” Amanda said.  She was trying to get into character, but Janelle trumped her before she could get it locked down.

 

“Lets see,”  Janelle walked right up to Amanda and pressed her body close.  Her breasts pushed into Amanda’s own.  Amanda gasped at the heat stored in the small blonde’s skin, made even more intense because her own flesh was still cold from her outdoor trek.

 

Janelle’s hands had cupped her own breasts from the sides, pushing them up and together to make them as big as possible (as long as she was going to hold this competition, she was going win it!).  She continued to hold herself as she eased her reduced bosom into her roommate’s exposed breasts.  Her finger tips brushed Amanda’s chest as their breasts pushed firmly together.  Its not that Janelle was exactly stroking Amanda’s skin, but she had to feel the connection her hands made.  How could she not?  To Amanda it was like a series of tiny lightning strikes. 

 

“See,  you might be taller,” Janelle said, “but, I’m still the tit queen.”  Janelle’s tone had a bizarre sensual quality that didn’t fit her comic wording.  Her mouth was very close to Amanda’s own.  Amanda could taste the puffs of Janelle’s breath as she spoke.  She was feeling dizzy, and her legs- her legs didn’t seem to want to continue supporting her weight.

 

“For now,” Amanda said.  Or that’s what she wanted to say, but nothing would come out.  She just kept standing there tasting Janelle’s breath and feeling Janelle’s slightly larger breasts pushing hotly into her own.  Amanda didn’t know what to do with her hands, there was nowhere to put them that wouldn’t come in contact with Janelle’s naked skin.  Is that what she wanted?  Is that what Amanda wanted?  Her lips were so close.  So very close. 

 

Amanda’s legs were growing so weak she didn’t know if she’d be able to keep standing.

 

Janelle suddenly backed away.  “I’m sorry, Mandy.  I didn’t mean to- to- uh, tease.  I- I don’t know what came over me,” she said.  She was a  little breathy, but seemed far more in control of herself then Amanda felt.  What had happened?

 

“No, it- it’s a weird situation,” Amanda said.  “I- I-“  Amanda made a feeble attempt to cover her breasts.  Her nipples were harder than ever, but they no longer felt the slightest bit cold.

 

“You probably need a shower,”  Janelle said.  “A little time to yourself to think things over.  Sorry if I used up all the hot water.”

 

“Wha- Yeah,” Amanda said.  Damn it, why couldn’t she think? Things had started out fine, but they had really turned around.  Despite being shrunk and scared Janelle managed to take control of the situation.  She had left Amanda feeling clumsy.  Flabbergasted.  She almost wanted to be upset, but she wasn’t.  And that tingle between her legs, it felt like she was she we- No!  She wasn’t- or at least she shouldn’t be.  Janelle was her roommate… and a girl!

 

(…and your point is?)

 

“You take a shower, and then we’ll talk about the rest of the weekend,” Janelle repeated.  Then she grabbed her towel off the floor and left.  Stopping only to grab her hair dryer.

 

Before she closed the door she said, “I know I was shocked at first, and then again when I found out you’re growing.  But that doesn’t change things.  I had some time to think in the bath, and I just wanted to say, if this had to happen, Amanda, I’m glad its happening with you.  Even if this didn’t have to happen, I think I’m glad that it did.”

 

Janelle shut the door and left Amanda with her own confused and interesting thoughts… and no hot water.

 

 

PART VIII … to be continued

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