ALWAYS FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS
By TDL
Chapter 20
When Ben reached the living room, a cheer went up as everyone saw the enormous tequila bottle in his hands. Luckily, Steve and Sandi hadn't drunk much of it, so there was still enough for everyone to have a shot . . . at least those who were still awake.
"Hey Ben!" Adam Bostwin, the college's all-star tackle called out to him, his arms wrapped around two incredibly sexy babes, "C'mon man, we're dying here! Where's the booze?"
"YEAH!!" everyone else cried.
"Okay, okay," he said, stumbling over to the kitchen, stepping over Pete and his girlfriend, both of whom were naked and looking up at him from the linoleum floor. Ben glanced around for some glasses, but the kitchen was a mess, with empty bottles, beer cans, glasses, and plates collecting on the counters, in the sinks, in the trashcans and even littering the floor. "Give me a second for cryin' out loud," he called out from the counter that opened up to the living room area. After opening a few of the cabinets, he asked, "Hey! Where are all the shot glasses? "
"I think we used them all," someone slurred from the living room floor, but Ben couldn't tell who it was. "Look in the . . . in the dishwasher."
Sighing heavily, Ben opened the dishwasher and recoiled at the smell, "Ugh! No way, I'm not usin' those, that stinks!" Looking around, he spied a bowl full of party mix and got an idea. After dumping out the mix into the trashcan, he poured the entire bottle of tequila into the bowl and popped the top on the little bottle he'd found in Steve's room. "Okay gang, Steve had a little somethin' special he was keepin' to himself, so I thought we could all have some fun!" With that, he poured half the bottle into the tequila and swirled it around with a ladle. After taking a sip, he grinned broadly, "Oh, I think you're all gonna like this stuff. C'mon folks, come and get it!"
Upstairs in Steve and Rich's room, Samantha froze in terror on top of the aquarium as the housefly stepped toward her, eyeing her with its faceted eyes. "N-n-nice fly, g-good fly, please don't eat me!" she pleaded.
For the next few moments, the fly stared at her, occasionally cocking its head as if confused by what it was seeing. Samantha could only hope that it wasn't hungry. She'd seen "The Fly" with Jeff Goldblum and remembered the description of how flies ate. The last thing she wanted to have happen was to be dissolved by fly acid and wind up as a human slurpee!
Finally, as if deeming her to be too small to worry about, the fly leapt into the air and flew off, leaving her shaken and afraid to move. Suddenly, Samantha found that her fantasy had its dark side that she'd not thought about, and she began to think that maybe getting back to normal couldn't be too soon. Reaching over, she grabbed the string and gave a yank to signal the others that she was ready, then she ran back over to the screw and hid in the threads while she waited for the others to reach the top.
The string shook and Michelle pointed, "Look! She's made it!"
"Thank goodness," Barbara sighed as Rich helped her secure the bikini they wove out of the towel fibers. Rich had joked about the fact that the girls were going to be wearing REAL "string" bikinis, while he wore something that faintly resembled a loincloth. They all had a good laugh about that, but it was the best they could do at the moment. Hopefully, by some twist of fate, the potion would not keep them shrunk as long as it stated, and they would soon be able to enjoy wearing REAL clothes again.
"I was getting worried about her," Rich said as they stepped over to the side of the aquarium, "but I figure she probably just needed to take a few minutes to rest or something. That was some climb for her."
Michelle helped Barbara as she grabbed the string and gave it a tug. "Seems sturdy enough." When they wove the "rope," they made sure to knot it periodically to give everyone something to hold onto. After all, they realized that even though it wouldn't be as far to climb as it was for Samantha, it would still be tiring, and they didn't want to chance anyone falling. Rich had even woven a few "safety straps" that they could wear in case someone slipped. However, as Barbara began to climb up the side, Rich wondered if they'd even need them. As he and Michelle watched, Barb seemed to be a natural, gripping the rubber strip with her toes and pulling herself up with her arms.
"Okay little man," Michelle giggled, "it's your turn now."
Glancing up at Michelle in mock annoyance, Rich couldn't help but smile. "You're enjoying this now, aren't you?"
"Absolutely," she replied as Rich began his ascent and she started up behind him. "Hey, after the shit Steve put me through, I've got to find whatever humor in this situation that I can. Because we're either going to be stuck this way for a long time, in which case we're gonna need a sense of humor, or this silly potion will wear off and then we won't have time for it cause I'll be too busy beating the crap out of Steve for this."
"Good point," Barb said from above. "Hey, it's not that bad after all. I think we'll be up to the top in no time."
True enough, it took, them about thirty minutes or so to get up to the top, including two rest stops where Rich's ingenious little "safety straps" really helped out. When they got to the top, Samantha rushed over and hugged Barb's leg.
"Whoa! Samantha, what the hell was that for?" she asked in confusion.
Sam explained about her encounter with the fly and everyone agreed that their situation was pretty serious. Pretty soon, Samantha was back to her smiling self, and seemed to enjoy being shrunk again.
Rich looked over the side of the aquarium and shivered, "Okay gang, now what?"
By now, everyone who was still awake downstairs was enjoying themselves immensely. They all agreed that the tequila mixer tasted fantastic . . . of course, after hours of drinking various alcoholic beverages, none of them could honestly tell the difference between beer, wine or even the hard stuff anyway. However, everyone who had some of the tequila mixer stated that it tasted "funny" but within minutes, the bowl was empty.
For some reason that Ben couldn't figure out, everyone began to disperse to various parts of the house and the party died down a little bit. Adam and his two lady friends went down into the basement where they locked the door to the billiards room. If Ben knew Adam as well as he thought he did, there wasn't a chance in hell they'd be playing pool. Bill Washburn and his girlfriend were in the study hall, and it looked like they were already getting hot and heavy.
What really surprised Ben was seeing Beth Daniels and Tricia Forester walking hand-in-hand over to the corner of the living room, where they proceeded to perform a little act on each other on the oversized couch that caught the attention of anyone who was still around. Even his jaw hit the counter as he watched them slowly undress each other, oblivious to the stares from three other guys and two other girls nearby. In fact, Ben couldn't be sure, but it looked like they wanted to join in on the fun too. Well, he figured if they were going to give everyone a show, he might as well pull up a seat and watch!
Beth leaned over and unbuttoned Tricia's shirt, exposing her white lace brassiere that was barely holding her DD-cup breasts. She bent down and ran her tongue along those incredible mounds, producing a moan from Tricia, who leaned back to give Beth more to play with. Suddenly, Tricia appeared to shiver, and Ben did a double take as he could have sworn that he saw her get smaller. Blinking furiously and rubbing his eyes, Ben stared intently at her and thought, "No way, I must have had too much to drink. Now I'm imagining things!" He stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, taking care to step over Pete and his girlfriend, who were now out cold after drinking some of the tequila. Looking down, Ben's eyes grew wide as he watched Pete's girlfriend Marcy grow smaller in his arms. "Come on, Ben ol' boy, get a grip. People DO NOT shrink," he muttered to himself as he reached out to the fridge, intent on getting something non-alcoholic, when he felt a tingling sensation running through his body followed by his pants dropping to the floor.
"What the fuck?" he blurted, staring down at his jeans. As he bent down, another shiver coursed through his body and Ben heard the ringing of metal striking the floor and his eyes bugged out as he saw that it was his college ring that fell away. "Oh, my God!" he whispered as he felt his watch slip down his wrist and the kitchen began to grow around him.
As Ben was experiencing a little trouble in the kitchen, Beth and Tricia were beginning to really get into the act in the living room. By now, Tricia was half naked and moaning as Beth rubbed baby oil, which one of the guys who watched nearby graciously provided her, all over Tricia's exposed chest. It seemed the more Tricia cooed, the more aroused Beth was becoming, not that anyone else seemed to mind. Of course, they were so plastered by now that none of them noticed that Tricia's feet, which had only a few minutes before rested firmly on the floor, now hovered four inches off the ground and were rapidly ascending upward onto the couch as Beth continued to caress her. Nor did they seem concerned as her tennis shoes slipped off her feet, first the right shoe, and then the left one, leaving her feet covered by socks that were rapidly bunching up and hanging down around her ankles.
Tricia was lost in her own world, unable to believe how incredibly turned on she became. She wasn't into the whole lesbian thing, but as Beth continued to stroke her breasts, she couldn't help but think that this could be something she should to try more often. With every touch of Beth's tongue, or caress of her hand, it seemed that Tricia's entire body was tingling with a desire she never experienced before, and she definitely didn't want it to stop now! She closed her eyes and smiled, loving how Beth seemed to be able to turn her on better than her previous boyfriend could. "I wonder if she's seeing anyone?" Tricia thought as Beth continued to get her horny.
"Beth . . . oh . . . ooooh, please, more . . . I want more!" she begged, feeling the back of the couch rubbing against her back and bunching up her shirt, which was open so Beth could play with her breasts. As she arched her back, Tricia felt her jeans slide down her waist, until they bunched up around her butt. Reaching up, she pulled Beth down until she was pressing against Tricia's breasts, causing Tricia to gasp in enjoyment.
Beth seemed to be enjoying herself as well, having easily kicked her pumps aside. She slipped her hands up Tricia's firm stomach until she reached her bra, popping the clasp so she could cup Tricia's ample bosom in her hands. "Mmmmm, you want me, don't you?" she purred as she sucked on Tricia's nipple, eliciting a yelp from Tricia and smiled as she felt her shiver in ecstasy. For some reason, her nipple slipped out of Beth's mouth and she had to readjust her position to reach it again. Cursing silently, she shrugged as she felt her blouse slip over her shoulder and her hands were practically engulfed by her sleeves.
"Damn blouse!" she cursed, oblivious to the fact that her rings had all dropped off her fingers to lie on the floor beside the couch. Nor did she realize that the blouse that she was wearing had been tight when she first arrived for the party, but now it was practically slipping off her shoulders! Beth quickly unbuttoned the offending garment and flung it aside as she attacked Tricia's stomach, moving down towards her thighs with each kiss, causing Tricia to squirm and groan in enjoyment.
Normally, she wasn't a carpet-muncher, but the moment she bumped into Tricia after finishing off her tequila mixer, the electricity between them seemed so intense that she knew she wanted more of it. In fact, it was Tricia who had suggested their little dalliance, running a hand down her arm and giving her a veiled look as she whispered, "I want you" before they fell on the couch and went at it. If Beth were more sober, she might've noticed the fact that Tricia was much smaller than she was, even though when they arrived earlier in the evening, Beth had to look up to meet her gaze . . . and that was with Beth in her pumps!
Beth couldn't stand it anymore! She wanted Tricia now and grabbed her jeans, yanking them down her slender legs to expose her womanhood in all its glory. Wasting no time, she slipped her tongue as deep as it would go and rolled it around, causing Tricia to belt out one cry of ecstasy after another.
"Yes! YES! Oh Beth don't stop, please!" Tricia cried as she felt multiple tingles run up and down her spine. Her arms slipped out of her shirt and bra and she felt like Beth was sucking her towards her with each lick. It was so incredible! She felt like she was melting into the couch, while Beth's warm, soft tongue continued to probe her womanhood. Tricia closed her eyes, feeling like Beth's tongue was growing bigger, filling her up more and more, which only intensified her experience.
Even as Tricia was screeching for her to continue, Beth found herself getting warm all over. Reaching back, she squeezed her own breasts and gasped as a shiver ran through her body and she felt light-headed. She moaned softly, rubbing her nipples and feeling the tingling intensify until her vagina grew tight and she felt like she was going to come. Then it happened.
Everyone in the room was watching the two girls go at it, and they were enjoying it thoroughly, both the guys AND the girls. They were so drunk that none of them took notice of the effects on themselves, much less how the two girls were getting progressively smaller and smaller, until they both couldn't have been more than three and a half feet tall each. For whatever reason, Beth was more sensitive than Tricia, and her own caresses touched off something inside her that suddenly exploded, causing Beth to jerk back and gasp as her body convulsed in a sex-induced climax. It was then that everyone's eyes grew wide as Beth rapidly shrank in front of them, her tiny squeals of joy growing softer as she dwindled inch by inch until she was no larger than a Barbie doll. Even Tricia sat up and gasped as she watched Beth get smaller and smaller by her feet. After a minute, her experience over, Beth slowly sat up and grabbed for a fold in the couch to pull herself up. She felt incredible and could only hope that Tricia would want to continue with their fun . . . then she looked around the room at the stares she was receiving, looked down at herself, and her eyes grew wide.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Steve jerked out of his sleep as he heard a high-pitched scream echo from downstairs. Looking around, he noticed that the tequila bottle was gone . . . and so was the shrinking formula. Then he put two and two together.
"Oh, shit!"