The Wager ch 1
Joshua pulled back on his nine iron and with all of his might sent the small white globe hurdling across the green grass of the golf course.
"Dam. Nice stroke, Josh" Bill confessed, "Is that one of those new Fiber Carbon Clubs?"
"Yeah!'' countered Josh, "They're an anniversary gift from my Wife, I got her a new Laptop, and She got me a new set of clubs. She knew I've been wanting these for a long time now."
"Very nice. Hell, I bet that Ashlie would do anything for you. She seems so eager to please. From what I've seen..." commented Bill as he looked his golf club over.
Joshua stood silent, puzzled by Bill's choice of words. "well, sure I guess she would. Anything I really want to do and she backs it up. what are you getting at though?"' Joshua inquired. He still was a bit confused.
Bill smiled big and shot him a strange glance. "Are you a betting man Joshua? I am. I love to gamble.", Bill admitted with a strange kind of gleam in his eye, "Because if you are a gambler too, I have a bit of a wager for you. Who knows, you might like it. One thing that is for sure though, the odds are going to be 50/50."
Joshua's ears perked up. He had always considered himself a gambler, even though he never took the time to go to the local card rooms or casino. With an arrogant smirk, Joshua glanced over to Bill and laughed "wager, what exactly do you have in mind? And no cheating Bill."
"Well your wife Ashlie is a real go getter. Part of city council, two kids in private schools. She Carries herself with a certain amount of arrogant pride. Which for the most part I like, but maybe it's time to test her." Bill admitted with a smirk.
Josh was completely puzzled and confessed, "Ashlie? What in the world are you getting at Bill? I don't think I'm following what your saying. What's my wife got to do with this bet?", he was unsure if he wanted to bet Bill or continue to listen at this point.
"Well Joshua, I think your wife's attitude is due to her height. Maybe we can change that around." Countered Bill.
"Huh?" Blurted Josh, completely taken back by Bill's statement. True his wife was built like a model, her six foot and muscular frame chiseled to perfection from years of yoga and vegetarian eating habits. What did this have to do with her success? After all she was a Yale graduate in law with a degree. She always was the kind of woman to get what ever she wanted no matter the cost. Joshua stared at his feet for a couple seconds before glancing up to Bill and exasperating "So cut to the chase Bill what is your bet?"
Bill smugly walked over to the Golf cart and produced a vial of greenish liquid from his golf bag. The vial was no larger than a perfume sample, and he handed it to Joshua. "It's very simple, This is an Elixir from deep within southern China, one of my Employees brought back some when I set up that rig out there. It seems the Locals use this stuff for some ritual. voodoo or some type of therapy, I don't know, but anyway it's more or less a shrinking serum. The person who drinks it somehow shrinks. I got my lassatet lab testing it out. Anyway, If your wife was to take this stuff she'd be a total recluse within a month, If I'm wrong, you get the antidote and cool million. Cash. If I'm right I get your new golf clubs, Deal?"
Joshua was Flabbergasted at hearing Bill's story. It didn't sound plausible or even a possibility. "you're kidding right Bill?", Josh laughed as he shook the vial of green liquid. Bill was known as a bit of a crackpot, and was an almost stereotypical Southern billionaire, making wagers at the drop of a hat. Not to mention that Bill claimed to get stock market advice from his dog. Joshua thought long and hard, easy money for asking his wife to drink some silly green stuff, which probably didn't work anyway, and get a million dollars for it or should he try to have Bill committed for his crackpot mood.
"Uh fine, I'll take the bet Bill, but what if the uh- shrinking potion has no effect?" Questioned Joshua cheerfully.
"Ooh Don't worry Josh, it will. But just in case, We could have a urine sample prove whether or not she ingested it." Bill suggested with a smug look on his face.
Joshua shook his head, and then shook Bill's hand as he gratefully remarked "Alright, It's a bet."
bill smiled as they shook hands. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Today is August 1st. You have until September to prove she'll be just as capable Small as she was big. That's the game, Josh. Got it?" Acknowledged Bill.
After a few more holes and a power lunch Joshua went home. Pulling out the tiny vial as he walked into the kitchen, he looked at it and opened the cap. The liquid appeared to have no odor, but luminated a neon green. Josh shrugged his shoulders and threw caution to the sky as he pulled out a pair of wine glasses and poured the green stuff into a glass. Joshua mixed the green water with a little bit of red wine to mask the color. He decided to have white so there was no confusion and began about the task of making A pasta dinner for his wife.
An hour later Ashlie appeared at the door. Her long black hair accentuated her long curvaceous figure as she posed against the door frame. She knew Josh loved seeing her pose in such matters. It turned him on. "Are you cooking hun?" Ashlie inquired in Sexy tone. She was surprised by the notion of Joshua daring to cook.
"Uh yeah dear, I closed the McLaren account today and thought I would celebrate. There's a glass of red wine for you on the table, hon", countered Josh as he looked up from the stove.
Ashlie walked over to the table and picked up the glass. She took her first sip, "So playing golf with that Crackpot Bill McLaren did the trick huh?"
"yeah", Joshua cheerfully countered before suggesting "You can come on into the Kitchen if you like."
Ashlie took Josh up on his invitation. There, Joshua had set up a small feast of Tortellini Alfredo, and bread sticks, along with some more wine.
"Wow, you've really out done yourself Josh, perhaps tonight, I should show you my gratitude." Smiled Ashlie from the table.
Joshua interjected "It's times like this I'm glad the kids are AWAY at school. I really am."
After a bit of feasting and drinking Ashlie announced "That's it, I'm going up to bed. you coming hon?", before Joshua could answer she stood up and clumsily tripped over her heels.
"Funny?", Ashlie thought they weren't that loose earlier, in fact most of her clothes seemed somehow more baggy than before.
She stood up with Joshua's immediate assistance. "Wow.", Ashlie shyly declared "I didn't realize I was that Drunk."
There was something else she thought as she looked up at Joshua. He seemed somewhat taller. This scene just wasn't quite right. He couldn't be. He was way to old for a growth spurt and he wasn't wearing new shoes. Still though, he seemed taller.
Ashlie and Joshua did their best to stumble toward the bedroom. within a few feet of their goal, Ashlie let out a shout "Damn these shoes!".
Obvious to what was going on, Ashlie preceded to kick them from her now smaller feet. "Two weeks old and already stretched out to hell! I need to take them back" She sighed with annoyance.
Soon the couple were getting ready for bed, and even still Ashlie believed that she must have been pretty blitzed as she began to remove her clothes. Her tightest clothes slipped right off like they were a size to big. Her Thong panties took almost no coaxing to slid from her slowly dwindling frame.
Feeling amorous due to a combination of the alcohol and the ancient Chinese drug, she chose to wear a skimpy silken slip to bed. With no panties of course. This bit of lingerie Had always driven Josh crazy as it left so little to the imagination. After a few frustrating moments adjusting the now slightly larger garment she noticed that it hit against her leg a little lower down than usual, however being under Alcohol's sway she paid it little attention and focusing more on Joshua, who in her inebriated state seemed bigger than before. And in her Intoxicated and extremely playful mood this was no problem. She slinked across the floor and into bed, and awaited Josh's attention.
Joshua watched his wife scoot closer and was amazed to see the first signs that McLaren's concoction was actually working. She was maybe eight to nine inches shorter, and it was notable to Josh as she began to slid over to him. She was pent up with sexual desire, Joshua was feeling the urge for Love on an equal scale. Josh began to kiss the nape of Ashlie's neck while caressing her rather large breasts. If Joshua didn't know better he would have sworn he was in bed with another woman. The shapes were familiar but their size was distinctly different. "Man", Josh thought, "What a difference nine or eight inches could make!"
"Come on Josh..." Ashlie moaned, "I want you in me, now!"
Joshua positioned his now smaller wife on top of him and placed his manhood between her legs and directly onto her waiting pussy.
Ashlie was amazed, she let out a blood curdling moan of pleasure mixed with pain as Josh's penis literally crammed itself into her. Josh was just some how bigger, it felt fatter and longer. It was deeper in her, as well rubbing on all walls of her vagina. Joshua found the tight fit to be a real turn on, and took full advantage of her smaller state to rock her world. Ashlie was in ecstasy as Josh bounced her up and down with force.
"Oh YES!" Ashlie cried with absolute pleasure as her body tensed up. She finally climbed off, and snuggled up to her man, falling asleep in his arms.
At six in the morning, Ashlie groggily woke up from her deep sleep. She was still unaware of her current predicament and the fact that her naked form had dwindled to a mere five feet and two inches. She picked up the nighty she had on the night before and proceeded to put it on. Something was wrong. The tiny silk nightie was feeling like a circus tent. It no longer dared to hug her feminine curves the way it did the day before. Ashlie quickly looked over at the dressing room mirror and shrieked at the sight reflected back. She looked like a teen trying on her mom's lingerie for fun.
"JOSHUA!" Ashlie shrieked with panic as she quickly turned to face the bed.
Josh groggily woke from his pleasurable dreams and mumbled "Ashlie, what's wrong?..."
"Look at me! I don't know what's going on! Uh, I've gotten shorter, but that's impossible isn't it?" She pleaded with Josh with hints of tears in her eyes.
"That's just the kind of thing happens in bad science fiction movies or on the Disney channel right?" Ashlie sobbed as she pulled at the nightie she was wearing. It was loose in all the wrong places.
Josh stood up as Ashlie looked up at her now larger lover. Looking up at people was something she was not used to, and presently she came up to Joshua's chin. The tears in her eyes began to well up. Josh took her hand and tried to comfort her. "Now Just relax dear, there is a logical explanation for.." Josh began to explain.
"Explanation!" Ashlie barked back, "That's easy for you to say. Your not the one who just went from a large to a petite!"
Ashlie blew out with a mixture of terror and anger. Soon she began to cry uncontrollably. "why me? What did I do...", she sobbed. "How could this have happen...."
Josh felt the pangs of guilt stabbing him furiously in the gut. He looked at his tiny crying wife and decided to Fess up to what he had done. He knew his wife and knew she was going to be pist off at him. Why in god's name did he go along with one of Bill's mad Schemes.
"Ashlie, honey?'' Josh addressed with a guilty tone to his voice, "I...I know what caused this, but you have to promise not to get mad."
"Not get ANGRY!" Ashlie barked, "I just shrank a fucken foot over night! I'm a freak now, and you don't want me to get angry!"
Joshua had obviously chosen the wrong words to start his explanation. "Let me try again," he said reassuringly "I know what caused this, it's all my fault honey."
"YOUR FAULT!" Ashlie growled, all of her rage now focused on Josh. "What did you do to me you bastard!"
Joshua looked down on his now shorter wife, and confessed "It was a bet, McLaren bet me, I thought that stuff was some kind of sugar water or something. How was I to know it really worked, Oh god am I sorry!"
There was an awkward pause as Ashlie just stared at him. She was beyond mad and wanted nothing more than to just punch him in his nose.
"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know it would really work..." Joshua hesitantly Repeated.
"SORRY! Your sorry?" Ashlie Exploded, "You made me shrink a foot and you're fucken sorry? Christ, I'm almost as short as our daughter now. I'm going to have to raid her closet for clothes now!''
After shutting her mouth it occurred to Ashlie that the kids were coming home for winter break soon. "Oh shit this is the weekend that the Kids are coming home form school, what did you want to make sure that they had a new toy to play with for their weekend home? Not to mention the Case I have at work today. You turned me into a munchkin, A MUNCHKIN Josh! I should fucking divorce you for this. What in god's name were you thinking!"
Josh Blurted out "I was thinking that that Kook McLaren was going to give us a cool million on some stupid bet, that this green goop would actually shrink you. I really thought he was just full of it. I was an idiot though. I figured anyone who got stock advice from their dog, couldn't possibly know what they were doing, or have the ability to shrink someone. god if I only knew, I wouldn't have taken the bet!"
Ashlie's ears perked up with hearing Josh's explain. "You bet him a million dollars that you would shrink me, well Jokes on him!" she retorted sarcastically. A million bucks was more than she would make in a ten year span and it certainly could help her start her own law firm. She would be able to double that money in five years if she had it now.
Ashlie calmed down for a second and sighed, "OK, so a million dollars is at stake. What exactly is the deal here?"
Ashlie meant business it was clear that even in her diminished size she was not a woman to be messed with, well not yet anyway.
"OK. here's the deal." Joshua truthfully admitted, 'Bill got this stuff in the south of China. Some remote village where his company was building an oil rig, supposedly they use this stuff in some fertility ritual? It's perfectly safe though. You won't get any smaller than 2 feet tall and it takes a while for this stuff to work. I think? also there is an antidote, which we will get once this bet is over."
"I can't believe this!" Ashlie huffed, "Of all of the hair brained things you have ever done, this one takes the cake Josh. Look at me, I'm practically child sized now! I haven't been this short since I was in Junior High. But you made the bet and for better or worse we'll see it through. For a million bucks this will happen, but you Mister are in a hell of a lot of trouble and once this is over I'm going to make you're life hell, do you understand me?"
Josh hung his head in shame and apologetically mumbled "yes..."
As Ashlie looked at Josh's sorry face, she glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Crap! I'm going to be late for work, and I have that Damian Whalen case today!" Huffed Ashlie as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Ashlie stormed out of the Master bedroom and headed off for her daughter's room to look for something suitable to wear. She needed to look presentable in front of the judge and her client.
Josh followed sheepishly behind his much shorter wife. He knew she was mad and that backing off might be his best option, but he wanted to see what she was going to choose.
Ashlie frantically began to look through her daughter's closet and dresser for something to wear, something professional. Item after item was disregarded because they lacked the adult nature in which was needed. Cursing under her breath, Ashlie fumed for not making Chelsie dress more like her. She finally settled on what seemed to be her only professional choice. It was one of Chelsie's spare school uniforms that hung in the closet. Ashlie pulled the uniform from the hanger and looked it over. Sure it was a touch juvenile, but it was a better choice than the kitten sweater, or the one direction Boys t-shirt that hung up next to where the uniform had resided.
Ashlie laid the uniform on her daughter's bed and quickly began to put the prestigious all girls boarding school uniform on. The regulation white cotton panties were a bit tight, but in the back of her mind she knew that would change over time. Chelsie's matching training bra was still no match for Ashlie's voluptuous breast. Without a doubt there was no way it would have fit. So Ashlie would have to go without the bra. Thankfully the sweater vest of the uniform would cover her up nicely. After Ashlie pulled on the tights and shoes, she took one last look at herself in the mirror.
"I feel ridiculous dressed like this. It doesn't look like I'm going to work, it looks like I'm ready for school." she stated with a drawn out sigh. As Ashlie flattened out the pleated skirt with her hand she stated "Josh, when you get to your office call my firm and tell them I will be taking a leave of absence, for Medical reasons.''
Joshua, remembering the part of the bet about her still having her confidence in her smaller condition foolishly cautioned "Are you sure that's wise dear?"
Ashlie yelled back in anger, "WHAT DO YOU THINK JOSHUA? I'm going to be able to do my job as a child sized Lawyer? oh, that would be great. Wouldn't it? Hey look everybody it's mini lawyer, sure she cant reach the doorknob or see the witness over the witness stand but if someone picks her up and you can see her at eye level, she can be a devastating cross examiner! Yeah... I can see it now. maybe I can get a partnership at the Law firm for pampers, Gerber, or Fisher price!"
Ashlie paused her verbal assault long enough to take a breath. "You know what Josh? We'll talk about this when I get home.", Huffed Ashlie as she started to the door.
Ashlie angrily headed to the front door and picked up her bag and briefcase. They felt slightly heavier, but in her anger she wasn't going to let that stop her. She hefted up her baggage, and walked out to her car. She opened the car door and sat down in a car set up for a woman a foot taller.
"Well this is getting more fun all of the time..." Ashlie snarled as she began about the task of setting the seat so she can reach the peddle. As she turned the ignition on, she thought to herself, "I'll be fine as long as I don't get stopped by any police. You got this Ashlie."
Ashlie's ride to the courthouse was thankfully free of police intervention. She felt a guilty sense of breaking the law the entire trip though. Just thinking about the fact that she was wearing a complete schoolgirl's uniform and that the information on her license was seriously wrong, made her nervous. No cop in the world would believe that she was 6'1' tall or that anyone at the DMV was blind enough to think that someone of her new petite stature was that tall at her current height. Hell would a cop even buy the fact that she was 36 for that matter? Ashlie felt a lot less apprehensive after parking her car. Although after stepping out of the car a sense of paranoid dread returned to her as she began to think about her dress and how ridiculous she looked as some "little girl playing lawyer", But she summed up her courage and marched into the large sandstone building.
Once inside, she made a bee-line to her seat. The last thing she wanted was to be noticed by a colleague or a peer. Soon the defendant, one Mr. Mike Whalen, accused of trafficking an illegal substance, walked in and took his rightful place next to his defensive attorney. Mike, Still in a bit of a haze from last night's pre trial partying, Began to look little Ashlie up and down in her seat. Ashlie did her best to keep her mind on her papers but Mike Finally piped up. "Hey you look kinda different today, did you lose some weight? Haircut?"
"Yeah," Ashlie Thought, "and some height you stinking cokehead!"
Ashlie wasn't all that fond of mike but she was being paid by her firm to defend him. Even if he was guilty as sin. Within minuets, One of Ashlie's worst fears was realized as the Lawyer for the prosecution walked in. Dexter Boyle had always been a bit of a professional rival of Ashlie's and more than a bit of a nuisance. He knew his stuff just as much as she did. Ashlie had always used her height advantage over the short skinny man to intimidate him. In fact during their last non professional meeting, She told him, "I will break you little man!"
Oh how vicious irony could be some times. She Kept Dexter in her peripheral vision. Luckily she was rather intimidating last time, as Dexter quietly snuck to his desk and began a similar ritual of shuffling papers in order not to be noticed.
"All rise...'' the Bailiff stated in that militarily bland fashion that suits all Bailiffs so well.
"District 43 court is now in session..." but before he could finish this well rehearsed line, Mike caught a glimpse of the tiny woman acting as his defense. The shock and confusion of meeting this supermodel sized woman and now seeing a miniature version was too much for the hung over drug addict, as he yelped "What the Fuck!"
This action, of course drew the attention of all of the court room squarely on to ashlie. Half of the court was in confusion as to what was wrong, after all she was small but not freakishly so. This only lead to the validity of the case against Mike.
Dexter Boyle had also now focused on his reduced adversary, He was amazed and was not even willing to comprehend how it had happened, but as with any good lawyer would learn to turn any weakness of the defense no matter how freakish.
"Mr. Whalen!" The judge shouted out with unnerving command, "Either sit down or I will find you in contempt. do you understand me."
Mike shook his head as if he had heard but he was still transfixed on the diminutive lawyer.
"Council approach the bench!", the Judge commanded.
Ashlie sheepishly replied as Dexter snapped to attention with all the vigor of a Military parade.
"Ms Miles, do you mind explaining what is going on?" Ordered the judge as he looked down on her.
"Your honor," ashlie began with tears welling up slowly in her eyes, "I Call for a recess."
"granted." the Judge harshly said, "But I want to see the council in my chambers, Five minuet recess!"
As ashlie hurried along to the chambers she could feel a tingling come over her body. She instantly began to notice a certain "roominess" in her clothes. Especially in places where her little ensemble had been too tight before. They began to feel loose, and certain places that were already loose began to feel baggy. She tightened her skirt's belt and rolled up her sleeves, but could do little about her panties which were starting to feel a touch to big. Normally loose clothes were a good sign to the fitness conscious, but not this time.
She walked into the Judge's Chambers and sat down quietly. Dexter was already there. and before the Judge.
"what's a matter little Darling?" Dexter spoke with an air of undue arrogance, "Did mommy make you face the big o'l nasty courtroom by yourself?"
Ashlie's tears were getting harder to hide, But before she could respond the judge walked in. "OK, What the hell is going on?" He snarled as he took a seat at his desk.
"Your honor," Dexter blurted out, "My tiny colleague is simply trying to prolong these procedures as best she can."
"You're honor!" Ashlie protested, "That's not true! I need to ask for an extension. I Uh, have a...medical problem..."
"what kind of medical problem?" the judge inquired as he looked her over.
"I...well, I shrank. I woke up this morning and somehow gotten shorter. I don't know how or why, but I did." Ashlie confessed. She knew how it happen, but didn't care to explain about the bet or cash.
The Judge looked at her with a sense of awe and disbelief. "You shrank Ms Miles? You may be small, but you are hardly freakishly small. I don't see how that is a medical problem?"
Ashlie pulled out her driver's license and showed it to the judge. After a few seconds of scrutinizing the plastic card, she sat nervously jittering in her slightly larger clothes.
"Well it looks valid to me, so I'm going to allow it. Case is suspended two weeks. I hope in that time Ms. Miles, you figure out what needs to be done." Remarked the judge.
Dexter was furious "Your honor, you can't be serious!"
"Don't tell me what I can and cant do Mr. Boyle. This is my court, and I run it my way do you understand?" the Judge commanded, "Now Ms Miles, I suggest you get some medical attention, or get someone else at your firm for this case, alright."
Ashlie shook her head and began to leave. she turned for a moment and replied 'Thank you you're honor.", and with that Ashlie was on her way out.
Dexter angrily marched after her. "I don't know how you did this Ms Miles but I wont let you get away with it!" He loudly admitted.
Ashlie ignored Dexter's rants as she climbed into her BMW. She was startled at the change as she again performed the ritual of adjusting the seats and mirrors for a slightly smaller woman.
Ashlie got home with no major troubles even though she had a hard time seeing over the dashboard. She parked her car, climbed out and walked into the house. As she walked into the house, her panties and white tights finally gave up on their futile effort to clinging to her skin and slipped down her knees. Ashlie almost collapsed in a heap of fear and self pity as she fought to hold up the tights. How long would she have to endure this humiliation? She knew this wasn't going to get any better. Within a few moments she stopped long enough to slip the tights, panties, and shoes off her feet, before walking toward the kitchen.
She reached under the kitchen sink and grabbed the tape measure from a tool box. She also grabbed a pencil from the junk drawer. Mimicking that age old ritual of measuring a pencil mark to tell how tall a child had become. However in this case she was measuring the reverse. She made her mark, and looked at the tape measure. 4'8', almost shorter than her youngest daughter. Being sobered by this news, Ashlie walked into the laundry room let loose the slightly large school girl's uniform, and put on a T-shirt. One of hers that had always been a touch tight, now it hung like a dress covering all of her privates. The tight shirt now was looking like a night shirt on the shrunken woman.
The thought to put her hair up in pigtails crossed her mind as she walked past another full length mirror in the hallway. She stopped to examine herself and took in the sight of this child sized woman, reduced to wearing tee shirts like a dress. like some beggar child in a Disney movie.
She sighed before climbing up the stairs which seemed like more of a chore at this scale. Ashlie climbed up onto the couch and turned on the TV. She reached to the top and pulled down the throw blanket she kept for movie night and slowly drifted off into sleep...
As Ashlie lied on the couch, curling up like a child with a blanket, she slowly drifted off into slumber.
Less than an hour the ringing of the doorbell finally awoke ashlie from her slumber. As she sprung to attention, she was immediately made aware that her descent was not over. She had shrunken a bit more in her sleep. Ashlie dropped off the couch and noticed the shirt covering more of her luscious legs. Touching the bottom of her knees, this once normal T-shirt was looking more like a nightgown all the time.
Studying the increased largeness and vastness of the room, she was lost in thought as the doorbell caught her attention again.
"What if it's that sleaze Dexter?" she began to think. With a rush of panic, she ran timidly to the door. "Who is it?" she demanded in a voice not quite her own, transformed by fear, and a shrinking larynx.
"It's David, I'm here to mow the lawn ma'am." Came a boys voice from the other side.
Ashlie was somewhat relived to her the boy. David was a twelve year old neighbor kid from down the block. He was a good worker and not to mention much cheaper than a professional gardener. While It was a bit of a family joke, Preteen David had an obvious crush on Chelsie and her. It was seen as nothing though since he had always been seen as the safe little neighbor boy.
Ashlie swung the door open without thinking, just the safe reassurance that it wasn't Dexter calmed her nerves.
David stood there awestruck by the tiny woman at the other side of the door. David had harbored some fantasies about Mrs. Miles, starting from the first time he laid eyes on her massive cleavage. Seeing her a clear foot shorter than himself, and in only a T-shirt with one shoulder and a hint of cleavage, David invited himself in.
"My gosh!", David mused as he stepped across the threshold, forcing Ashlie to back slightly away. "What happened to you?"
David closed the door behind him unconsciously, as he stared at the now tiny object of prepubescent desires. He always thought ms. Miles was pretty, but at this scale she was stunning.
"You said something about the lawn, David?" Ashlie replied in an a semi authoritative manner, but finding it hard to assert herself with her high pitch.
"Uh, yeah I have been meaning to talk to you about this, Mrs. Miles...", David hesitantly confessed. He was beyond transfixed on her new petite stature and couldn't keep his eyes away. With a little bit of a stutter, David continued "I need to... to start asking for a bit more."
"Yeah, fine. We can do that. Not a problem David, thanks for bringing it up. But if you don't mind." Ashlie quickly retorted as she nodded to the door.
Gripped with fear of being seen, she wanted him to leave as soon as possible. In comparison to Ashlie, this little 12 year old may as well be a linebacker. He was much bigger and wider than she had noticed when she was normal sized. He was staring at her in fascination and while part of ashlie was scared, another part of her knew how to handle the situation. Some simple flirting and David would be like every boy ever. All she had to do was act coy and David would eat out of her hands. He would leave without a problem and keep at the same pay rate.
Backing up from Dave's interrogation, Ashlie caught herself posing ever so slightly, so that David would get a small glimpse of her cleavage. As she leaned up against the wall and twirled her hair with her finger she smiled at him.
"You never really answered my question?" Dave confined as he watched the shrunken woman's cleavage move side to side.
"Well, David..." Ashlie softly spoke, trying desperately to maintain a sense of sexiness to her higher voice, "I Shrank, it's really a long long story."
David was fascinated that such a thing could really happen. He seen something similar before, but it was in the pages of a comic book. He noticed how ashlie was standing and smiling at him and took it for flirting.
"Really? Wow..." David mumbled as he reached out to touch the child sized beauty in front of him.
Ashlie was caught off guard by David's hand touching her side and tried to reel away, only succeeded in falling backwards and landing on her backside with a thud.
David approached her and scooped the tiny woman up in his arms, the way Arnold Schwarzenegger might do to a teenage girl. Ashlie's tiny size made her helpless as he stood her before him with ease.
Ashlie had become frighten and didn't have time to react as David pulled her in for a kiss. She turned her head away and protested "NO!" As David's lips met her cheek for a very wet and oversized kiss. She could feel the slobber trail from her cheek to his lips as he pulled away and came in for another kiss. This time he succeeded in meeting lips and ashlie shuddered in disgust as he pulled away. This time, leaving spit and slobber from her chin to her nose.
At a little over four feet tall, Ashlie definitely felt like she was at the mercy of this prepubescent who had just kissed her by force. More importantly, she as a lawyer and knew the ramifications and laws that came along with this act.
A moment of fear and embarrassment forced her to reel back. She pushed herself away from David she used the shirt to wipe her face. As the shirt fell back into place ashlie yelled "Oh, my god! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
David looked beyond confused and guilty of doing something wrong. He looked to his feet and apologized "Uh.. uh I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to, I thought you were....well...You know?"
Ashlie put her arms to her hips and angrily responded "You know what?
In confusion as to what was going on, David shrugged his shoulders and responded "what?"
Ashlie herself started to become confused as David's response through her off track. With a strong stutter Ashlie blurted "You...You can't kiss me David. I'm...an adult!"
David was still looking at his feet in embarrassment before he shyly glanced up and admitted "I thought you were flirting with me. I mean, you were talking the way you were, and showing me your boobs and smiling. I thought...well You know."
Ashlie immediately shuddered at the realization that David thought she wanted sex from him. It was gross. She looked up to him and explained "I don't like you like that David. I'm in love with my husband, Josh. I wasn't trying trying to flirt, I...I was just going to get you to leave. And pay you less. That's all David. That's what I was trying to do."
David looked up from his feet and into Ashlie's eyes. Sincerely he apologized "I'm sorry Ms. Miles. I didn't mean for us to kiss."
Ashlie could tell that David was scared and a bit worried. His apology sounded true and from the heart and as she looked the boy over, ashlie sighed. She crossed her arms and looked away as she hesitantly responded "I...I forgive you David. Just don't ever say anything about this. It never happen."
David smiled big and countered "OK, never happen. Got it Ms. Miles."
Ashlie nodded in agreement and turned to the stairs. As she stepped onto the first step she turned around and smiled "David, I will give ten more bucks a week. But, you got to help me out with something first?"
David smiled back and quickly responded "Anything you want Ms. Miles!"
Ashlie nodded to the top of the stairs and said "take me to the top."
Ashlie found herself given a piggy back up the stairs by David before she climbed back into bed and fell asleep. She would never mention this to anyone.
Ashlie awoke, to find her husband sitting on the bed beside her. Josh looked down at his tiny wife and whispered "You finally awake dear?"
"Yeah," Ashlie replied, "What time is it? Have I been asleep long?"
"It's about 7 pm right now. When I arrived, I saw David out in our yard doing the lawn. He said that you...had paid him in full for doing the lawn? Did anything happen? Did you let him see you like this?" Josh inquired.
The shrunken woman sat up in bed, realizing that she probably had lost another inch or two while sleeping. "Well, yes. Josh, what would you have me do? Become some kind of recluse pet of yours just because you screwed up my life. David seen me. He came in and that's that."
Ashlie's tone was fierce, and she hoped that Joshua hadn't figured out about David.
Josh smiled at his little wife, "Okay, hon. I can only say I'm sorry so many times. You did the right thing. I was just a little worried, that's all. You know how boys are."
Ashlie relaxed a little and smiled, "Well, anyway how was work, dear?"
"Not bad, hon," Josh responded. "I picked up Chelsea from the airport. She's putting her stuff away."
"Chelsea's here!" Ashlie exclaimed, "What am I gonna wear? I'm not exactly in the best condition to..."
Josh interrupted Ashlie as he bragged "Don't worry, sweety. I got you a few things". Josh picked up a plastic Wal-Mart grocery bag from the floor. He opened the bag and began to empty it's contents onto the bed. Clothes of all sizes and underwear poured from the bag.
"I went to the Wal-Mart and picked up the most professional kid's clothes I could find. I got every size from 3t to about 10 years old. I figured you should be able to find something."
Ashlie heaved her chest as she began to sift through the pile. What Josh saw as professional was actually pretty far from the truth. Most of the clothes had some type of Disney or cartoon network character on them. Even the panties were bad. The most adult ones had the days of the week on them.
Joshua drew Ashlie's attention from the clothes as he pulled up a plastic package. Her eyes widen in shock as the laid sight to the logo that read "pull-ups" on the front.
"I'm not wearing those!" Ashlie angrily protested as she kept her eyes on the package.
Josh set the bag down on the ground and replied "Not expecting you to. Just in case."
"Do me one favor hon," ashlie asked.
"Sure!" Josh replied.
"Go entertain Chelsea and get her ready for what she's gonna see before I come out. I want to be at my best." Countered Ashlie as she shifted through the clothes.