“Well, it was the least I could do for my little Melissykins,” said Britney, sprawled out on the bed and stroking her pet’s hair. “No more worries for you, sweetums. Britney’s going to take care of you from now on.”
Melissa didn’t share her hostess’ hopelessness about her own future, what with the next season of “Sabrina, the Teenage Witch” about to start filming. However, she didn’t see any good in arguing the point until after the modified shrinking potion she’d bathed in had worn off, and she’d grown back to normal size again. “So,” she said, trying not to sound too interested, “you say this new potion will keep me this small for a few days.”
“Maybe a few days, maybe a week,” said Britney, tickling Melissa’s chin. “It really doesn’t matter, because once you start to grow, we’ll just put you in the shower again, flick the switch, and presto! Back down to two feet tall you go! Maybe smaller…if I’m feeling especially protective towards you at the time.”
“How nice,” said Melissa, beginning to wonder if she might be able to throw that switch herself sometime while Britney was showering. In the meantime…. “I don’t suppose you had the plumber rig up every shower in the house with one of those switches just for my benefit.”
Britney smiled devilishly. “Such a clever little pet!” she said, giving Melissa’s little tush a squeeze. “You’re so right. I thought a great big party might be in order…you know, one that goes on for a few days? Only a few of my guests might be staying longer than they planned…and shorter!” She giggled, and then turned serious. “But first, there’s one very special guest I can’t wait to get under that showerhead…”
“Hey, girlfriend!” said Pink. She threw her muscular arms around Britney in a totally insincere show of affection. That’s how Britney saw it, anyway; the two girls had barely had any contact with each other at all before this, although the tough Philly girl was quick enough in snapping up Britney’s invitation to stay over at her beach house. Just when Britney was about to mention that she was having trouble breathing, Pink released her from the hug. “Hey, nice digs!” she said, looking around. She gave herself a quick sniff. “Whew!” she said. “I picked myself up some serious stink on the drive here! Hey, I know you never get dirty, Brit, but you don’t happen to have a shower handy anyway, do you?”
Britney suppressed a smile. This couldn’t have gone better if she’d written it herself. Now she wouldn’t even have to endure an untold number of hours pretending to be nice to her guest before the opportunity arose where she could cut her down to size. “Why, sure, Pink,” she said, happily, “right at the top of those stairs. I’ll go get you some clean towels.”
Britney followed her guest up the stairs, watching her tight little body sway underneath her tee-shirt and shorts. The last time she’d seen Pink she was sporting an extremely ugly haircut with tight blond curls that made her look like a poodle, but now her hair was straight and black, with a light pink streak. Surprisingly, she was actually going to look pretty cute nestled in Britney’s grasp in a few minutes…but Brit wasn’t about to allow that to deter her from giving the little bitch the punishment she deserved. Pink was at the forefront of a movement of girl singers that had become the critics’ darlings by presenting themselves as “the anti-Britneys”: hard-rocking singers who wrote their own songs and didn’t flaunt their bodies as part of their acts (although quite a lot of Pink’s pink skin had seen the light of photographer’s flashbulbs). Pink had even gone as far as to complain about “damn Britney Spears” in the lyrics of one of her hit songs. In a few minutes, Britney thought, you’re going to have a really good reason to curse my name…
“Thanks, Brit,” said Pink, taking the towels and closing the bathroom door. “I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time,” called Britney. She stood silently by the door and waited for the sounds of the shower starting. Seconds later the “whoosh” of the water began, and Britney carefully opened the door, crept into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. The frosted glass of the shower door obscured her from Pink’s view as she walked over to the sink, then flicked a switch underneath the medicine cabinet. Down in the utility room, a signal was received to reroute the water going to the shower to come out of the “special” water heater Britney had had installed last night. The pill-daiquiri mix was automatically injected into the water stream, with enough alcohol added to act as a fixative once the recipient had shrunk to her new size. The combined elements traveled through the pipes, up from the basement to the bathroom, out of the showerhead and down all over Pink’s naked body.
Britney laughed silently as she put her weight against the shower door, in anticipation of Pink trying to flee the newly created shrinking chamber. It didn’t take long; Pink’s eyes opened as she felt her skin begin to tingle, and she noticed that the tiled walls surrounding her were slowly starting to rise. Quickly, she pushed against the glass shower door, and found that it wouldn’t give. “Something wrong, Pink?” Britney called out from the other side of the door. “Or should I call you…Shrink?”
Pink turned the knobs of the shower to stop the flow of water, but Britney had tampered with them so that it wasn’t possible to close them once they had been opened. “Dammit, Spears!” yelled Pink, throwing her contracting body against the door. “I’m gonna kick your ass when I get outta here!” Britney only laughed in response, and Pink wasn’t surprised. She was already getting dangerously close to measuring five feet tall, and she knew that Britney wouldn’t set her free until she was at least a couple of feet shorter than that. Thinking quickly, she reached up and turned the showerhead so that it pointed upwards. The glass door did not extend up to the ceiling, and the spray of water was now hitting the ceiling directly above Britney, causing Britney to be caught in a downpour of shrinking solution.
Hoisted by her own petard, Britney started dwindling, more rapidly than her intended victim had, since by now the special water heater had really gotten warmed up. She almost ran over to turn off the switch underneath the medicine cabinet, when she realized that as soon as she stepped away from the shower door, Pink would burst forth and take her revenge. Trapped underneath the deluge of formula, Britney pressed her shrinking form against her door with all her might, feeling the pushes from the other door get stronger and stronger as she grew smaller and smaller in comparison with Pink. Britney was just over four and a half feet tall when Pink suddenly had the necessary advantage in size to push the shower door open, sending Britney sprawling to the ground. The enraged Pink One threw herself on top of the blond bombshell, and the two wrestled in a catfight on the floor as they shrank underneath the stream of water ricocheting off the ceiling from the showerhead.
Mon Aug 12 21:58:37 2002