Less height and less pants
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
You sigh as you head back to the door, not because you don’t want to see Julie, if anything this is going to be the highlight of your week, but the problem is that you’ve now dipped a few inches under five feet. Yeah, you said the shrinking didn’t make you want to weep over yourself, but it’s not like your exactly happy to wake up and finally notice the effects of your condition. Still, at least now you get to see the one person who has a shot at making you feel better. Upon opening the door, you see she’s already gotten started!
“Oh come on. Dammit, where is that thing?” Julie asked this as she searched the top of her desk for something…all while completely bending herself over for a better look. The sight of her heavenly rear end could brighten up your life any day, but now you felt like you’d already shrunken away to nothing and gone to heaven. These looked like the same jeans she had worn last time, but you honestly couldn’t tell because a whole section of them was missing in the back! Yep, the good doctor now had her ass out free for all to see, with the only thing keeping your eyes from seeing the whole picture were the fishnet and her black thong. Still, you felt lucky enough to gaze upon this much of her big butt as you still got to see the thong getting swallowed up by it. As Julie shuffled some of the stuff around on her desk, that fat ass did the same, jiggling like the sweetest jelly, with the few bits of fabric that covered seeming to caress the gorgeous cheeks. You bet that Julie’s ass felt like two perfect pillows.
“Aha! There you are.” She made you jump from hearing that, which unfortunately put an end to your free show as she turned her head to finally notice you. You froze, but still managed to see a chocolate bar in her hand. A part of you gained a big smile, on the inside, from that. Any woman who tried to stay away from chocolate and didn’t have a medical reason to was insane, so it was nice to know that your shrink wasn’t bonkers, and even better, that junk food guaranteed more junk in the trunk. Sure, her stomach might snag some of the fat, but it was clear that her rump was far hungrier.
“What did we just talk about last time?” she asked, flashing you a smug little smile. You blushed and rubbed the back of your head. It’s not every day that a woman gives you pointers on the proper way to gawk at cabooses. Taking you seat on the couch, you then got to witness this beauty remove the entire wrapper and stuff the whole bar into her mouth and in just two bites, it was gone. Some might call that acting like a pig, but it didn’t affect you and really, you didn’t think much of it. Still, as a guy, the dirtiest part of your mind, aka 95 percent of it, determined that she more than likely could swallow that thing down whole.
Julie then plopped her big ass down next to you, once more without a notepad or anything, but again, you didn’t notice, too busy using what she had told you to quickly gaze at her boobs inside her equally ratty but now pink top. Funny, you wouldn’t peg Julie as someone who’d like the color pink.
“Weren’t you taller last time?” from the moment she uttered that, things instantly became awkward, and Julie herself felt like the biggest idiot around. Smacking her head, she couldn’t believe that she forgot the whole reason you were here in the first place. “I’m sorry.” She tried saying, but you quickly told her to stop “No, it’s fine. You’re right, I lost a couple of inches.” From there, the two of you sat in silence, you looking off to one side and Julie to the other, the latter wishing she could kick her own ass right now. However, once again, you the patient managed to get things to a better spot “It took all I had not to look down at my house. One frown and my mom would be asking you to put me on medication.”
That got the chuckle out of Julie you were hoping for, as she recalled her own experience with what a nutcase your mom was. Every college has those kids that are made twitchy, irritable, panicking messes from just about anything around them, and your mom was no exception “Reminds of, oh, just about every time we sat together in class. She never could manage to write her notes fast enough, and by the end she’d conclude that the teacher needed to be reported to the dean since it was obviously his fault. All those gripes and never once did she try going to the dean. I don’t get it.”
“Probably don’t want to either, but then again, you are a psychiatrist.” You responded. With this only being your second session with Julie, her work with people who are actually crazy was something you had no clue about, but at the same time, you wondered if she could figure out what made your crazy mom tick. Still, it’d be much more interesting to find out what made Julie tick.
“Oh come on. Dammit, where is that thing?” Julie asked this as she searched the top of her desk for something…all while completely bending herself over for a better look. The sight of her heavenly rear end could brighten up your life any day, but now you felt like you’d already shrunken away to nothing and gone to heaven. These looked like the same jeans she had worn last time, but you honestly couldn’t tell because a whole section of them was missing in the back! Yep, the good doctor now had her ass out free for all to see, with the only thing keeping your eyes from seeing the whole picture were the fishnet and her black thong. Still, you felt lucky enough to gaze upon this much of her big butt as you still got to see the thong getting swallowed up by it. As Julie shuffled some of the stuff around on her desk, that fat ass did the same, jiggling like the sweetest jelly, with the few bits of fabric that covered seeming to caress the gorgeous cheeks. You bet that Julie’s ass felt like two perfect pillows.
“Aha! There you are.” She made you jump from hearing that, which unfortunately put an end to your free show as she turned her head to finally notice you. You froze, but still managed to see a chocolate bar in her hand. A part of you gained a big smile, on the inside, from that. Any woman who tried to stay away from chocolate and didn’t have a medical reason to was insane, so it was nice to know that your shrink wasn’t bonkers, and even better, that junk food guaranteed more junk in the trunk. Sure, her stomach might snag some of the fat, but it was clear that her rump was far hungrier.
“What did we just talk about last time?” she asked, flashing you a smug little smile. You blushed and rubbed the back of your head. It’s not every day that a woman gives you pointers on the proper way to gawk at cabooses. Taking you seat on the couch, you then got to witness this beauty remove the entire wrapper and stuff the whole bar into her mouth and in just two bites, it was gone. Some might call that acting like a pig, but it didn’t affect you and really, you didn’t think much of it. Still, as a guy, the dirtiest part of your mind, aka 95 percent of it, determined that she more than likely could swallow that thing down whole.
Julie then plopped her big ass down next to you, once more without a notepad or anything, but again, you didn’t notice, too busy using what she had told you to quickly gaze at her boobs inside her equally ratty but now pink top. Funny, you wouldn’t peg Julie as someone who’d like the color pink.
“Weren’t you taller last time?” from the moment she uttered that, things instantly became awkward, and Julie herself felt like the biggest idiot around. Smacking her head, she couldn’t believe that she forgot the whole reason you were here in the first place. “I’m sorry.” She tried saying, but you quickly told her to stop “No, it’s fine. You’re right, I lost a couple of inches.” From there, the two of you sat in silence, you looking off to one side and Julie to the other, the latter wishing she could kick her own ass right now. However, once again, you the patient managed to get things to a better spot “It took all I had not to look down at my house. One frown and my mom would be asking you to put me on medication.”
That got the chuckle out of Julie you were hoping for, as she recalled her own experience with what a nutcase your mom was. Every college has those kids that are made twitchy, irritable, panicking messes from just about anything around them, and your mom was no exception “Reminds of, oh, just about every time we sat together in class. She never could manage to write her notes fast enough, and by the end she’d conclude that the teacher needed to be reported to the dean since it was obviously his fault. All those gripes and never once did she try going to the dean. I don’t get it.”
“Probably don’t want to either, but then again, you are a psychiatrist.” You responded. With this only being your second session with Julie, her work with people who are actually crazy was something you had no clue about, but at the same time, you wondered if she could figure out what made your crazy mom tick. Still, it’d be much more interesting to find out what made Julie tick.
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