Pink never got to finish her suggestion, as Melissa took a dirty sock from the floor and stuck it in the smaller girl’s mouth, and tied the two ends together behind her head. “There!” said Melissa. “Say…she’s kind of cute when she can’t talk, isn’t she?”
Britney, gently rubbing her own blistered posterior, came running up to Melissa. “My little Missykins!” she squealed, throwing her arms around Melissa’s thighs. “You’re the best pet a girl ever had!” The fact that she was now about a third the size of her “pet” seemed to be completely lost on Britney, but Melissa decided there would be time to drive that point home later. Right now there was the matter of resizing Pink so that she wouldn’t be a threat to 7” tall Britney anymore. Melissa lifted Britney up off the floor and kissed her delicately on her small lips. “So,” said Melissa, “how’d you like to be able to put Stink here across your knee and give her back a little of what she just gave you?”
Britney jumped for joy as Melissa set her down. “Yes, yes, yes!” she said. “Back in the shower for you… ‘girlfriend’!”
Fear was clearly in Pink’s eyes now as she struggled with her bonds. “Aw, now don’t be such a fraidy cat, Pinky,” said Melissa, tweaking Pink’s cheek between her fingers. “There’s no reason we can’t give you some pleasure before we start in with the pain. I just wish you and I were a little bit bigger, though, Brit…there’s something I’d love to do to this little brat, but we’re both too small to pull it off.”
Just as Melissa spoke these words, two perky, barely dressed young girls came bouncing into the room. They looked down at tiny Britney and waved at her happily, not seeming to notice that anything was out of the ordinary about her. “Hi, Brit!” they said in unison.
“Hi Charissa! Hi Tanya!” Britney called up to them.
Melissa was perplexed. “Who are you?” she asked. “Oh, these are a couple of dancers from my concert tour,” explained Britney. “You know, the ones who suddenly appear behind me on stage when I’m doing my numbers? Well, they’ve gotten so used to doing that that sometimes when I’m not doing a concert I’ll just turn around and find them standing behind me. I guess they feel kind of lost sometimes just walking around without having me to upstage them.”
“Well, as long as you’re here, girls,” said Melissa, “how do feel about our guest, little Miss Pink? I hear she doesn’t use any dancers at all in HER concerts.”
Charissa and Tanya looked down at the bound and gagged Pink, and there wasn’t any doubt from their expressions how they felt about this so-called performer who felt she was too good to let the likes of them on her stage.
A few moments later Charissa was seated in the bathtub in another bathroom in the house, her back facing the faucets. She had a tight hold on Pink, whose hands were still tied behind her back, and who now had a strip of duct tape across her mouth in place of the sock. Tanya was crouching down on her haunches at the other end of the tub, holding in her grasp the detachable shower head, which was connected to the plumbing by a hose. Britney and Melissa were both seated at a safe distance on the bathroom sink, from where they had a splendid view of the show. Melissa checked to see that the special switch that had been installed underneath the medicine cabinet was set in the “off” position. “Alright, Charissa,” she said, “turn the water on. Make it nice and warm for our guest!”
Charissa reached behind her and turned the knobs, until a warm stream of water was gushing out of the faucet. “Set shower head to Turbo Pulse!” called out Britney.
Tanya turned the dial on the shower head. “Turbo Pulse on!” she said.
“People seated in the first five rows,” warned Melissa with a smile, “you WILL get small! Commence attack!” Charissa reached behind and turned the knob rerouting the flow of water from the faucet to showerhead. Then, wrapping her fingers around Pink’s calves, she easily spread her legs apart, exposing the pink of Pink to Tanya. Tanya took careful aim with the showerhead as the jets of water came pulsing out. Even with the duct tape in place over her mouth, the muffled moans coming from Pink were unmistakably the preludes to a mighty crescendo. At her reduced size, the steady, relentless bursts of water striking her clitoris felt like they were coming from a fire hydrant rather than a showerhead, and her Pinkness made a mental note to suggest something along these lines the next time she hooked up with one of those hunky N.Y.C. firefighters who were constantly hitting on her. She started to buck and tremble in giantess Charissa's grip, and Melissa could tell that victory was only moments away. She stood and walked to the switch underneath the medicine cabinet, and, keeping her eye on the girls, threw it to the "on" position. Within seconds Pink's liquid lover changed from everyday H2O into the magical brew, and the feeling of her skin tingling as she shrank combined with her clitoral stimulation quickly brought her right to the edge. Just as she was about to go right over that edge, Melissa turned the switch to "off". The pulsing stream of regular tap water washed off the remnants of the shrinking potion, and she stabilized at about 9 inches tall. Pink had started to calm down again, but now that she was even smaller, the stream of water punching her between her thighs felt even more powerful, and she felt herself drawing close to a climax again. The duct tape, because of the dampness and the shrinking, had worked itself loose, and the other girls were treated to Pink's dischordant moans. Melissa decided that it was time to bring things to a close, and set set the switch to "on" again and left it there. Again the bursts of water simultaneously massaged and shrank her pussy with increasing force, and just as Pink reached five inches the orgasm reached her. Melissa turned the switch to off, and Charissa, who had lost a couple of feet in height herself, stepped out of the tub and quickly toweled off the three inches of Pink that remained.
"Anything else we can do for you while we're here, Miss Spears?" asked Tanya, who had lost about six inches in the second-hand spray.
"Well..." said Britney...
Wed Aug 14 15:31:50 2002