From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Slumber Party (f/f, mast., shrinking)
Date: 23 Mar 1996 01:08:07 GMT
Organization: Dolls Inc.
c 1996 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved.
This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended
strictly for adult access only. It may not be archived without
the written consent of the author.
(As this first chapter is a rework of a fragment by an
annonymous author ownership may be questionable. But
please keep it out of the reach of children and don't sell it
cause it's not yours.)
WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended
for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between
tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex,
lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different
sizes, light bondage, female masturbation and all those things
which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of
this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are
cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not
permitted material which deals with the topics discribed above
you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
slumber party
Susan was brilliant and beautiful. She didn't get too many dates
though, because when you're 6' 1" you tend to intimidate men or
attract weirdos. She joined Gamma Delta Phi to get some companionship
and maybe meet a decent guy. Susan was always mixing up drinks
that nobody ever thought would be good, but they turned out great.
She also managed to add some secret ingredient that would almost
eliminate hangovers.
She met Jim at a frat bash one night. He was cute, witty, and
actually talked to her like a real person, not something out of
a sideshow. She wanted him. Bad. Everything seemed like it
would be great, but nothing ever really came of it. A few "Hi's"
on campus and a few more parties, but nothing more.
Andrea was one of the most popular girls in the sorority. She
was certainly one of the prettiest, 5' 8" tall and had even done
some modeling for extra cash. She considered herself quite an
expert on beauty and was very obsessed with her own. Late one
night, when they were all sitting around sipping sherry, Andrea
blurted out that she thought Sue was very pretty, but just too
tall for most men. Susan disappeared into her room. They still
saw her every so often, but Susan always said her chemistry classes
were getting harder, and she had to spend more time in the lab.
What they didn't know at the time was that she was doing some
extracurricular work of a personal nature.
Susan had taken it as her personal crusade to actually shrink
herself down to a respectable 5' 6". She spent day and night
for the rest of the fall semester working on it. Finally, in
the middle of Christmas break, she got it to work. She shrank
a mouse by 10%. This was exactly what she needed. But she was
still too frightened to try it herself.
Spring semester started and all of the girls were back in the
house. Things seemed better with Susan, she was going to parties
again, going out, and having a little fun anyway. A small bottle
of chemicals sat on her shelf. Then came "Ladies Night Out!"
The girls all had a great time, Susan didn't go, she had some
important work to do in the lab but her roommate Cheryl did.
Cheryl was always fun and a bit of a practical joker. After hitting
six or seven bars and hitting on over ten guys, she was at the
top of her form. After getting back to the house, she ran upstairs
to get those old "Scruples" cards that are always so amusing when
everyone was drunk. On the way out, she noticed a small nondescript
bottle on Susan's shelf. "Wow, Sue mixed up a new batch!!"
Downstairs and several screwdrivers later the party began to wind
down, several of the girls were going to bed. Andrea said she
was probably going to skip class in the morning because she was
expecting a monster hangover. Too bad about that review session
for midterms..."Wait a minute," said Cheryl, "I almost forgot
about Susan's stuff!!" She reached into her pocket and pulled
out the unmarked bottle. "Here. Put this in some OJ and you'll
feel fine tomorrow."
She poured some juice into a relatively clean glass, and added
some of the chemicals. "Maybe we should use it all, there's not
very much." She poured the rest of the bottle into the glass
and said, "Drink up!" Andrea slammed the whole thing. It tasted
a bit metallic, but mostly like orange juice. Her head was still
spinning as she headed up the stairs. She'd obviously had way
to much to drink, she thought as she climbed the stairs to her
room. She began to feel very warm and her breathing was getting
quicker. She reached her door and went inside. Whew, she must
really be drunk, her favorite Mickey Mouse sweat shirt even felt
a little big. Then she realized that she was perfectly sober.
Her heartbeat quickened and she noticed that everything in the
room looked bigger. She guessed that she was only about 5 feet
tall now and slowly shrinking. Andrea stepped out of her now
oversized slippers as she walked to her chair. She was already
walking on the cuffs of her once skin tight stretch pants. The
desk chair was getting noticeably larger, and her pants finally
dropped in a pile around her ankles. Her sweat shirt felt like
it was quickly becoming as big as her favorite quilt. Andrea
raised her hands to pull back her hair and found that her hands
had disappeared into the sleeves. She bunched the sleeves up
as far as she could. It was getting difficult to keep the shirt
on, the neck was nearly as wide as her shoulders.
She climbed onto the seat of the chair. The sensation was incredible,
she felt like a little girl again. Even sitting on the edge of
the chair her little feet were no where near the floor. She kicked
her small legs back and forth and smiled, marvelling at the sight
of the room growing around her. She stood up on the seat of the
chair. As she did her panties slid down her legs to form a silken
puddle around her feet. She stepped out of the panties and stooped
to retrieve them. Holding them between her hands she was astonished
by how big they were. This was one of her skimpiest pair of undies,
soon she would be lost in them!
She was so warm! The smaller she got, the hotter she got. She
realized that she was becoming very excited. Her sex drive seemed
to increase as her size diminished. She was only about three
feet tall but she wanted to shrink more. She climbed from the
chair onto the desk. Her tent size sweat shirt was becoming unmanageable,
it took one hand to keep it up and one to keep from stepping on
it. She released her hold on the shirt and allowed it to drop.
Andrea was now standing naked on her own desk in the neck hole
of a shirt that was piled up almost to her knees.
Andrea began to revel in her new size. She really enjoyed this.
Smaller and smaller, hotter and hotter. Everything in the room
towered over her. Oh, God. She had to touch herself. It was
so hot, but she wanted to shrink more. Two feet....The sensation
of shrinking felt so good....Better than any sex she'd ever had...more...hotter.
Andrea could see herself in her makeup mirror now. She was now
a stunning blond doll-girl. She was facinated by the sight of
her miniature self. The image of her own tiny, nude body excited
her even more than before. Her tiny hands squeezed her diminutive
breasts, small fingers pinched and rolled miniature nipples while
other tiny fingers probed her most intimate depths. Andrea's
doll body was now glistening with sweat, her face was pink with
the flush of lust. She was moaning loudly and gasping for breath,
her hips thrust and ground with a will of their own. Andrea
felt her knees grow weak and her small body began to shake uncontrollably
as her orgasm approached. She felt so close to her climax.
It felt so good! She could feel herself about to cum....She was
just over a foot tall as the sensation errupted inside her doll
sized body, but she didn't care. It felt so good. She saw colors,
shapes, and felt waves of intense heat wash over her. Her entire
body tingled from a thousand electric shocks. Oh, it felt so
good, wave after wave pounded through her tiny body like an ocean
of lust. Eventually the ecstasy abated. She guessed that she
was now just under a foot tall, the shrinking had finally come
to a halt.
Exhausted by the powerful climax the now toy size Andrea collapsed
into the folds of her sweat shirt. With her last bit of remaining
strength she crawled into one of the sleeves, leaving only her
small head and shoulders exposed and drifted off into a deep,
dreamless sleep.
end chapter one
By three AM Sue was just too exhausted to continue. She had
successfully reduced five more mice but she was still concerned
about
the side effects. All of the mice behaved very strangely, as
if they were
in some sort of sexual frenzy. This side effect would have to
be
eliminated before she could risk shrinking herself. Most of the
girls in
the house had already crashed as she slipped in. Andrea's light
was still
on and her stereo was playing. Just
like her to make it hard for everyone else to sleep. Sue crept
quietly into her room, undressed and slipped into bed. She was
fast asleep within minutes.
Cheryl woke earlier than usual. It was 6:40 and Andrea was still
playing the same stupid album. She got up, pulled on a tee shirt
and went to Andrea's room. There was no answer when she knocked
so she figured Andrea was passed out inside. Cheryl entered the
room cautiously not knowing what to expect. She relaxed considerably
when she realized that she wasn't going to walk in on Andrea and
her boyfriend du-jour. Andrea didn't even seem to be there at
all. Some of her clothes were scattered around but her bed didn't
look like it had been slept in. That seemed odd, she had seen
Andrea go upstairs and hadn't seen or heard her leave the house.
A loud noise had awakened Andrea from a delicious erotic dream.
She was about to chew out the noisy bitch who had disturbed her
when she froze, completely dumbfounded. She must still be dreaming.
She couldn't possibly have been sleeping on her desk in the sleeve
of her own sweat shirt! As she saw the door start to open she
panicked and ducked down into the sleeve. Slowly she began to
remember the night before. It hadn't been some strange dream.
She really had shrunk down to the size of a little doll! Andrea's
heart raced as she slowly crawled through the sleeve toward the
body of the shirt. Now she could hear Cheryl's voice calling
softly through the open door. Cheryl! She's the one who gave
her that hangover potion! This was all her fault! Cowering inside
her shirt and peeking from under the neck she saw Cheryl cautiously
step into the room. She looked huge! Even from the desk top
Cheryl seemed as tall as a house.
Cheryl walked over to Andrea's dresser and switched off the stereo.
She noticed some of Andrea's jewelry on the dresser. Andrea
always had such nice stuff, jewelry, clothes, lingerie. It certainly
wouldn't hurt to just take a peek at some of those undies. Cheryl
slid Andrea's underwear drawer open and began to exam her sexy,
slinky under things. This invasion of her space was too much
for little Andrea to bear. She suddenly forgot her situation
and shouted, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!!!" She immediately
regretted it as Cheryl straightened and turned to face her.
At first Cheryl didn't see Andrea and couldn't figure out where
she was. Then she saw something small and pink move on the desk.
To Cheryl it looked like a naked Barbie doll had suddenly ducked
into the shirt laying on the desk. As she approached the desk
she could see that something was definitely moving around under
the shirt. She paused for a moment and when the shirt had stopped
moving reached down and put her hand on the lump. As she touched
the small mound it squealed and began to move again. Cheryl scooped
up the little creature inside the shirt and lifted them level
with her face. The thing in the shirt was really starting to
squeak and thrash as Cheryl carefully unwrapped the sweat shirt.
Cheryl wasn't quite sure what to expect as she pulled away the
last fold of material. The little creature didn't move or feel
like an animal and it's high pitched squealing almost sounded
like words through the heavy cloth of the shirt. When she finally
saw what was in her hand she was so startled she nearly dropped
it. Or rather, her. She could now see that what she was holding
was a tiny, nude, woman, just about a foot high. The little
face was turned away and hidden by the shoulder length blond hair,
still the tiny figure did look very familiar. With her free hand
Cheryl reached out and gently touched the shining golden hair
of the doll sized damsel.
Until this time Andrea had been cowering almost motionless with
fright as she felt herself being lifted, hoping that if she didn't
look at the giantess she might go away. This had to be some
sort of a weird nightmare. She couldn't possibly be so small.
The idea of being tiny, naked and trapped by Cheryl was just
too much to accept. The touch of the huge finger on her hair
startled her into action. She slapped the finger away and turned
her face to the Giant Cheryl.
"Andrea! Is that really you?!!! Wow! Like, welcome to Munchkin
Land!", Cheryl nearly deafened poor little Andrea in her amazement.
"What the fuck did you do to me, Cheryl!", Andrea shouted back.
"There is no fucking way you're going to get away with this!"
,she continued.
What do you mean 'Did I do?', you're the one who's gone in for
this Micro Chic Look, short stuff!
Andrea finally lost it completely. "It had the be that hangover
shit you gave me. You and your fucking goon of a room mate turned
me into a god damn pygmy! I swear Cheryl I'll get even with you
for this if it's the last thing I do."
By this time Cheryl had taken all she was going to take from this
stuck up little bitch. Suddenly she reversed her grip on Andrea
and turned the tiny coed upside down. Holding Andrea firmly around
the waist with her left hand Cheryl began to methodically spank
Andrea's diminutive ass with two fingers of her right hand. Little
Andrea kicked and screamed futilely as Cheryl calmly continued
to swat her tiny prisoner's, defenseless bottom. After about
two dozen slaps her cheeks were beginning to glow bright pink
and Andrea was crying and pleading for Cheryl to stop.
Finally Cheryl paused for a moment to admire her handiwork. Damn!
This was fun! She'd wanted to give this arrogant bitch a spanking
since the day they met and now to have her tiny and helpless like
this was a dream come true. Andrea moaned softly as Cheryl absentmindedly
smoothed her fingertips over the Andrea's superbly rounded little
butt. The miniature girl's ass cheeks where impossibly soft and
smooth, like a tiny down pillow covered with fine silk. Cheryl
marvelled at the resiliency and the tiny heat of this living
doll's bottom as she continued to pinch, caress and fondle it.
Finally she could resist the urge no longer. She leaned forward
and planted a long lingering kiss on Andrea's freshly spanked
little butt.
To add to the sting of the spanking and the humiliation of her
situation Andrea could feel the heat from her smarting buttocks
spreading to her groin. A good spanking had always made her horny
but why did it have to happen even now! She wouldn't be able
to bear it if Cheryl discovered she was getting turned on by her
situation. Andrea squeezed her thighs and tiny cheeks together
as she felt Cheryl's breath on her naked bottom. To her horror
she was unable to suppress the moan that escaped her as Cheryl
pressed her huge, soft, lips to her aching derriere.
Cheryl heard Andrea's moan like a distant sigh. She also detected
a familiar aroma, the scene of a young woman's arousal. As she
leaned back she regarded her small captive. Andrea was holding
her legs tightly closed but bent over as she was this did very
little to hide her tiny charms from Cheryl's gaze. Cheryl separated
Andrea's cheeks with the tip of her index finger and stoked the
little slit and the miniscule pink pucker of Andrea's anus.
Yes, there was no mistaking it. Andrea was obviously quite wet
and very excited. Cheryl grinned a broad, mischievous grin.
It seemed like things were just getting better and better.
Shifting her hold once again, Cheryl turned Andrea to face her.
Her left hand was now wrapped around Andrea's torso with her
arms pinned behind her back. Her thumb and forefinger gently
pressing the firm little breasts. Cheryl felt Andrea's small
body shudder as her right index finger effortlessly slipped between
Andrea's thighs and came to rest against her tiny labia. The
miniature girl's face was flushed, her breathing deep and rapid.
As Cheryl began to slowly slid her finger back and forth between
Andrea's thighs she started to speak to the tiny coed in the same
sort of soft, measured tone one would use to comfort a punished
child.
"There, there, Andrea. Little girls mustn't lose their temper.
You know, you and I should be friends. I don't know how you
got like this but for the time being you should just think of
me as your big sister. Just like when we pledge new girls to
the house. For the time being you'll be my little sister...yes,
my very own little sister.", she giggled. As she spoke Cheryl
was slowly drawing her finger back and forth between Andrea's
legs.
For her part tiny Andrea was fighting a losing battle to maintain
her composure. The complete helplessness of her situation combined
with the after effects of the drug to produce a colossal sexual
yearning inside Andrea's diminutive body. She could feel that
the torrent of her own juices completely covered the huge finger
that slide effortlessly against her groin. Her own body was betraying
her. She was becoming uncontrollably aroused as the grinning
giantess continued to massage her defenseless cunt. A powerful
torrent of sexual energy was raging inside her small form. Andrea
fought desperately to stave off the climax that she knew was inevitable.
She stubbornly refused to let the giant bitch treat her like
a sexual plaything.
Cheryl watched in fascination as Andrea squirmed against her fingers.
The feeling of complete control over the tiny girl was the most
erotic sensation she had ever felt. It was such a rush. Arrogant,
stuck up, self obsessed Andrea was now just a helpless little
doll girl. Cheryl could see that Andrea was gasping for breath,
the miniature girl's lips now formed a perfect little 'o', her
head was thrown back and slowly tossed from side to side. Cheryl
marvelled at how wet Andrea had become, her juices not only cover
the insides of her thighs but also the bottom of her ass and Cheryl's
finger as well. There was no mistaking the tiny hard little nub
of Andrea's clit or the shivers that brushing it sent through
her.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?", whispered Cheryl.
"No!, I don't like this at all! Please put me down.", Andrea
answered breathlessly.
"Do you really expect me to believe that? Just feel at how wet
you are. I think if I keep this up for a while you'll be begging
me to let you come."
Cheryl continued to gently caress Andrea's tiny love button with
her finger tip. She could see and feel the tremors running through
the tiny body. She marvelled at the way the slim thighs trembled
involuntarily and squeezed her finger. The little nipples, not
much larger than the head of a pin where clearly erect and begging
for attention. Andrea's little doll's feet made slow circles,
the tiny little toes curling and uncurling as her climax drew
nearer.
"Well puppet, I know you're certainly making me horny." Cheryl
said as she slowly eased herself down onto the bed.
Now Cheryl brought Andrea close to her mouth and shifted her right
hand to her own drenched slit As her fingers caressed the folds
of her cunt and danced over her clit she extended her tongue and
began to slowly lick Andrea's trembling body. Her probing tongue
felt and tasted the almost supernatural lust in the pint sized
girl's body. At last Andrea's climax exploded through her like
a lightning strike. The tiny young woman let out an high, piercing
shriek as her body shook with impossibly powerful force. This
final stimulus was all Cheryl needed to trigger her own orgasm.
As her climax raked her body she arched her back and ground
her pelvis against her thrusting fingers. Her last conscious
act was to open her left hand and allow tiny Andrea to fall forward
against her face rather than risk crushing her.
As Andrea fell forward toward the gigantic face she instinctively
grabbed Cheryl's nose with both hands. For a few seconds she
rode Cheryl's huge tongue like a jockey. The roar of the giantess's
climactic moans was deafening. Andrea's own orgasm was far from
subsiding when she lost her balance and slipped from her precarious
perch on the giant girl's mouth. Landing on the soft comforter
Andrea was able to roll to a safe distance for Cheryl's trashing
head before another series of powerful tremors surged through
her small form and forced her into fetal ball, quivering in the
shadow of Cheryl's vastly larger but no more intense orgasm.
Just as the night before the ferocity of Andrea's climax did not
subside until it had drained the last of her strength. The last
thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Cheryl's
huge face, now turned to the side, regarding her as the colossal
coed abandoned herself to her on equally enormous lustful crescendo.
end chapter two