Ms. Jones is Back! Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 7 by 2kfsk

At the chime, Jason jumped into action, inadvertently kicking Franky to freedom against the sofa armrest. He was accustomed to her taking much worse blows and falls, so he may have been a bit lax with her safety, though seeing her ragdoll like that made him cringe nevertheless. Franky tried to pick herself up, but Jason was quicker, scooping her into his arms and dashing upstairs to deposit her in bed. One final ZZZAPPP!! of the shrink ray… and she was just a normal-sized kid sleeping in her bathing suit. For some reason.

“J-Jason!” she croaked as he prepared to slip out the door to greet Ms. Jones. The transition from foot worshipper to bed-borne child had been rattling and disorienting, but this might be the only chance she had to set the record straight. “I…”

“Yeah?” Jason was looking furtively from her to the hallway, where the door was already opening.

“I…” Franky lost her train of thought. Where do you even start with something like this.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jason saved her from having to finish that thought. “I enjoyed it too! And we can do it a lot more next time I come over!”

Then he disappeared. Franky knew from past experience that would be the last she saw of Jason for the night.

She drew the covers up over her—somehow Franky could still smell Jason’s foot funk all over her body. Was he expecting her to ask to lick his feet at the next babysitting gig?

Franky huffed. He was absolutely out of his mind if he thought she was going to lick his feet again while tiny. There were so many incredible things to do shrunken—wasting it at his feet? No way, even if they were softer than anticipated. Next time he showed up, she’d explain the situation, and this would all just be something to laugh about later down the road…