Sure, sure maybe we can sort this out
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
softshoe
"Great, i just made a pot of spaghetti, no problem to set an extra plate."
A few moments later, you're back up to almost 5 foot and Sam loaned July a shirt. You'd be taller if the shirt wasn't so tight around July's breasts though.
As you three were sitting down to eat, Sam begins, "So Jack, care to explain what happened this time? You know I love these stories, ha ha."
July blushed a bit, but you knew better than to try to keep it away from Sam, so you told her the whole thing, about July jogging, then tripping as her top snapped, landing on you with her breasts, and even massaging you into them as she tried to hide you under her jogging towel on the way to the restroom. As the story progressed you lost a bit of height, reliving the softness of July's breasts in your face.
"Wow, you lost almost three feet at once? And another two in just minute or two after? You must really like July's breasts..." Sam looked slyly over at July in the tight shirt she had loaned her, and then back at you. She licked her lips, "Of course, I kinda like her breasts too..."
July looked confusedly over at Sam, and then followed Sam's eyes over to you, where you sat shrinking in your chair at Sam's last comment. You see the dawning of comprehension in her eyes, and she smiles cattily. "Oh yes, it's really all I can do to keep my hands off of them myself..." She uses her left hand to grab a handful of breast and in the process smears a little sauce on the shirt.
"Oh July... look at that, you smeared sauce on your shirt." Sam gets up from her chair and walks over to kneel down next to July. "You know what really helps pretreat spaghetti sauce before it goes in the wash? Saliva." And she tenderly licks July's breast.
July gasps, but then smiles over at you. "But Sam, is that really enough saliva to do much good?"
"You know July, it may not be... let me have another go at that" And with that she takes that portion of July's breast into her mouth and begins sucking. Sam slowly repositions herself so that she is more centered on July's nipple. July closes her eyes and her mouth opens slightly, though no sound comes out, except that of her increasingly heaving breathing.
Meanwhile, you're steadily decreasing past 4 foot, your legs no longer bending properly over the edge of the chair, and having problems seeing over the table.
A few moments later, you're back up to almost 5 foot and Sam loaned July a shirt. You'd be taller if the shirt wasn't so tight around July's breasts though.
As you three were sitting down to eat, Sam begins, "So Jack, care to explain what happened this time? You know I love these stories, ha ha."
July blushed a bit, but you knew better than to try to keep it away from Sam, so you told her the whole thing, about July jogging, then tripping as her top snapped, landing on you with her breasts, and even massaging you into them as she tried to hide you under her jogging towel on the way to the restroom. As the story progressed you lost a bit of height, reliving the softness of July's breasts in your face.
"Wow, you lost almost three feet at once? And another two in just minute or two after? You must really like July's breasts..." Sam looked slyly over at July in the tight shirt she had loaned her, and then back at you. She licked her lips, "Of course, I kinda like her breasts too..."
July looked confusedly over at Sam, and then followed Sam's eyes over to you, where you sat shrinking in your chair at Sam's last comment. You see the dawning of comprehension in her eyes, and she smiles cattily. "Oh yes, it's really all I can do to keep my hands off of them myself..." She uses her left hand to grab a handful of breast and in the process smears a little sauce on the shirt.
"Oh July... look at that, you smeared sauce on your shirt." Sam gets up from her chair and walks over to kneel down next to July. "You know what really helps pretreat spaghetti sauce before it goes in the wash? Saliva." And she tenderly licks July's breast.
July gasps, but then smiles over at you. "But Sam, is that really enough saliva to do much good?"
"You know July, it may not be... let me have another go at that" And with that she takes that portion of July's breast into her mouth and begins sucking. Sam slowly repositions herself so that she is more centered on July's nipple. July closes her eyes and her mouth opens slightly, though no sound comes out, except that of her increasingly heaving breathing.
Meanwhile, you're steadily decreasing past 4 foot, your legs no longer bending properly over the edge of the chair, and having problems seeing over the table.
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