Morning had come but Tina found it uncustomarily difficult to rise. Then again given how many times she' risen (and shrank) during the night it was certainly understandable. Laying there beside the still soundly sleeping form of Jannette she thought back to the previous evening's "activities."
As expected the bed hadn't been able to take the strain. Tina had to give the manufacturer credit, however as it lasted for some time under the enthusiastic gyrations of a sixteen foot woman and her two foot lover. Actually it was the second (third?) round with Jannette playing giantess that the frame gave way. The resounding crash at its demise only heightened their experience.
As Tina rose from the shattered remnants of their bed she couldn't help but take one more look back at the plump little red-head that still resided there. The term "little" fit even better than usual since Jannette was currently only a foot high. Tina sighed. She knew their fun was over for now, but found it very hard to restore her lover. Still, it had to be done as Jannette was adamant about not missing classes. With a twist of her ring, the reticent witch started concentrating.
Ever so slowly the tiny woman grew, causing her make-shift blanket to become increasingly insufficient cover. Toes, arms, and shoulders began to poke out from under the silk pillowcase. Eventually the pale flesh of Jannette's breasts appeared as well, drawing a gasp from Tina along with her gaze.
The witch was finding it hard to concentrate...
With utter fascination she watched as gravity's increasing influence pulled her lover's soft bosom down. So caught up in the show was Tina, that she almost overshot the woman's height. 'Shit!' she thought with a start. Yet another sigh was uttered and the growth halted.
"That was close" whispered Tina.
The blonde witch started to rise in order to begin her day when a sudden burning sensation from the ring halted her. At just that instant an interesting idea came to mind. With a twinkle in her eye Tina gave the ring another twist...
Thunk!
"Ow!" Cindy groaned, grabbing her aching wrist.
Just then the blonde's eyes shot open wide. 'Could it all have been a dream?' she wondered with a vague hope. Reaching out both arms Cindy ran them experimentally along the cheap wooden headboard. 'I can reach both sides!' her mind screamed in joy. Not totally reassured, her toes crept downwards to the end of the bed. It took considerable stretching and a little push away from the headboard but she did manage to slip her big toes over the edge. 'Yes!' she thought, 'It was all a dream!' Even as elation spread through her a vague sense of unease refused to dissipate.
Somehow the trip down the bed seemed longer than it should have...
The feeling that something was "off" followed Cindy throughout her morning routines. Perhaps if she'd really tried to figure out what was wrong it would've become apparent. The tall Alpha however refused to even consider what could be the problem. To do so would admit that her "dream" was something more...something impossible. Whenever her mind began to detect even the barest hint of the problem Cindy would bump up the music a bit more.
Denial is a powerful force.
The sounds of blaring music finally jarred Audrey from slumber. Like her roommate the first few seconds of consciousness were filled with frantic examinations. So too did her mind latch onto the weak hope that it had all been a dream. Fortunately everything seemed to be the right size. With a sigh of relief the tall brunette swung her feet over the bed and began her own morning. The soft feel of the carpet on her feet as she sat was pure heaven. Somehow Audrey felt that they would have come up short...
With a shake of her head Audrey slipped on a t-shirt and headed to the bathroom. Elation over finding it had all been some freakish dream gave way to irritation over the excessively loud music pouring out of the bathroom. It was simply too early for such a racket. Plus, she had never been fond of Kelly Clarkson.
Audrey found Cindy brushing her teeth vigorously. The girl didn't even know she was there until the music was turned down.
"Hey" She said in greeting.
"Hey" replied Cindy with a nod. Her voice muffled by the toothpaste.
There was an uncomfortable pause with neither meeting the other's eyes. Denial, after all had its limits.
"The bathroom's yours." Cindy said after rinsing her mouth.
The blonde haired girl then made her way past, allowing Audrey sole possession of the bathroom. Neither realized Cindy's eyes were now only lip level to her roommate.
"Damn it!" Cindy cursed after the third failed attempt to tie the straps of her sleeveless summer dress. For some reason she had to retie them tighter...but now couldn't get the damn things even. "Hey Audrey, can you help me with this?" She shouted.
Audrey who had just finished in the bathroom came to her friend's aid. She found Cindy sitting in front of the mirror trying to level out the front of her dress.
'Here let me get that." She said, taking up the straps.
With her better angle and ease of access Audrey had the situation remedied in short order.
"Getting a little more modest are we?" she asked upon seeing how much tighter the straps had been drawn.
"The damn thing was riding too low." Cindy grumbled. "I didn't want my boobs hanging out." After giving a final adjustment she asked. "How does it look now?"
Audrey tried to suppress her usual feelings of jealousy...and something else entirely. "Hmmm it seems alright. Why don't you stand and see how it hangs that way?"
Cindy stood from her chair and smoothed out the dress. After a final adjustment she looked to her friend for approval. "So what do you...?"
The tall blonde's words were cut short at the sight of Audrey's shocked expression...that and the fact that she had to look slightly upwards to do so. Both stood there in shock as the full weight of what they were seeing sank in.
It had been real.
Deep down both had known but were afraid to admit it. Strangely enough once the truth was out the unease they had felt lifted. Of course it was replaced by a new one;
...that they were at the mercy of someone they'd tormented for nearly three years.
"Looks like Tina left you a little surprise." Audrey giggled, accentuating the word little.
"Ha ha, very funny." Snapped Cindy.
"My my, don't we have a short temper this morning!" Audrey added, this time accompanied by real laughter.
"Yeah, go ahead laugh it up." The blonde glared, her temper flaring. "See how hard you laugh if she finds out who really took those pictures!"
Audrey's laughter halted immediately, accompanied by a noticeable paling of her complexion. "You...wouldn't?" she whispered.
Cindy only answered with a glare that spoke volumes before stomping off to the phone. Audrey watched as the angry girl stabbed at the buttons then waited impatiently. After several seconds of standing there tapping her foot, the blonde slammed the phone down onto its receiver. Cindy stood there in silence fuming. Moments later she tried again.
"Uhhggh!" she cried in disgust before slamming the phone down once more.
"What's wrong?" Audrey asked, though in her mind correctly guessed the problem.
Cindy fumed. "I got the stupid machine!"
"Those two don't have caller I.D. girl." Audrey explained. "They probably won't pick up unless you speak."
Cindy snatched up the phone and jabbed the redial button. Her anger rose as she waited, which wasn't a good thing. "Alright witch girl," Cindy shouted after the metallic beep. "You've had your freaky Alice in Wonderland playtime now its time to give me back my fucking inches!"
The blond Alpha paused waiting for some response, but none came. Finally she slammed the poor little plastic phone down again.
"I don't know if that was such a good idea" came Audrey's voice from across the room.
At the sound, Cindy whirled to face her. "What do you mean?" The agitation was still strong in her words.
Audrey quailed slightly. Even minus the three inches Cindy was a formidable force. "I mean," she paused, struggling to find the right words. "I don't think Tina is one to bow to threats...especially now." She mimicked twisting an imaginary ring to drive the point home.
This time it was Cindy's turn to pale. Her domineering attitude was second nature. Used to getting what she wanted the blonde had simply adopted the standard means for addressing subordinates. It was a technique developed over many years. Only this time it was she who could wind up the subordinate...quite literally too!
"Oh fuck! What do I do now?" Cindy asked.
"Call her back!" Audrey answered. "I don't want her mad either!" Secretly she wondered if her shoes felt a little loose...
Cindy picked up the abused phone, her hands shaking slightly. Mysterious loose pieces rattled about within as she brought it to her ear.
"Um...hi Tina, this is Cindy. Heh heh, sorry about my outburst there, but you're little prank caught me by surprise." Her voice was the epitome of meek apologies. "I don't want to push or anything, but...um...I have to go out and it could be kinda awkward like this, you know?" A slight pause was followed by a major swallowing of pride. "So if you could please make me taller again I'd really appreciate it. Thanks! Bye bye!"
Cindy hung up the phone; the unfamiliar taste of humility strong in her mouth. "She still didn't answer! Now what do I do?"
Tina unceremoniously slipped on a fresh sports bra and t-shirt. She kind of missed her old favorites that now lay tattered on the floor, victims of one of last night's fantasies. Growing out of clothes had been fun if a little painful, but she'd wished she had worn something else. Lust for their carnal games had called for whatever was at hand. With a longing look Tina threw the remains of the clothes in the trash before finding a pair of jeans to wear. One was located in short order and in no time the blonde witch was sliding them up past the barest swellings of hips.
"Fortunately these weren't destroyed." Tina mumbled her thanks as she put on a treasured pair of sandals.
Minutes later, a hunk of nut bread in one hand and her massive canvas "purse" in the other Tina made for the door of their apartment. The last thing she wanted to do today was go to classes. The ring fairly called to her to use it. She'd made a promise to Jannette, however to go to class...one she intended to keep. The lithe little witch consoled herself that she'd had plenty of practice last evening. 'There's also tonight' she added with a grin.
So caught up in making plans for the night had she been, that Tina nearly missed the flashing red light on their answering machine. The ringer had been shut off to keep them from being disturbed, though she doubted such a thing would have phased their passion. A short battle raged within the young woman's mind before her hand shot out to press play.
There were four messages. The first was blank. Tina hit "delete." The second had a shout of frustration; a shout that sounded strangely like that of that stuck up bitch Cindy. Tina didn't erase that one...the thing was too damn fun to lose. A smile spread across the young woman's face as she realized just what the call must've been about. Her suspicions were confirmed on message number three. The obviously furious shouts of the girl was everything she'd come to expect from Cindy. Still, the degrading comments erased some of Tina's elation. 'Witch girl?' she thought in amazement, 'Is she trying to be shrunk further? If so, I could easily accommodate her...' The blonde witch began fingering the ring as images of revenge began to flow. As if sensing her desire the ring flared powerfully, causing Tina to gasp at the sensation. Before she could recover her wits and act out against Cindy, message four began to play; "Um...hi Tina..."
Tina could hardly believe it. 'Is that really Cindy?' she wondered. Never in the young witch's experience had she witnessed the Alpha grovel so. The feeling was so intoxicating that she played the message twice more.
Tina left for class with a definite spring to her step.
"How does this look?" Cindy asked, with a hopeful cast to her eyes.
"You look great." The brunette responded her hand upon her chin as if in deep consideration. "Those heels of mine are just the perfect height."
Audrey just hoped the joy she was feeling didn't show past her clinical expression.
There was still a trace of doubt on the blonde's face. "I just wish they were a smidge taller..." she mused, her voice trailing off.
"Too bad I don't have a higher pair," Audrey apologized, placing a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. "But these will be close enough to avoid suspicion."
Cindy agreed with the appraisal. The two inch heels brought her back up to 5'10", just an inch shorter than usual. To everyone around her she should appear almost the same height. Even if someone did notice the heels she doubted they'd make the connection...after all shrinking was impossible. 'All the men will be staring at my boobs anyway' she amended, giving her babies a slight adjustment, 'or my ass.' At that last thought she did a half turn in front of the mirror. Cindy had to admit the heels sure did make her ass and legs look spectacular; not that they ever looked anything but.
Audrey watched as Cindy fretted and primped. The barest hints of a smile danced at the edges of her mouth. There was just something so amazing, almost electric about looking the normally taller woman straight in the eye...wearing heels no less! Audrey looked down at the modest two inchers her friend was wearing. In truth she had a pair that would have boosted Cindy to her former glory, but for some reason hid them from her; she couldn't explain why. (Of course there was also a pair of shiny black 5" heels for certain special occasions...but that was another matter.)
The morning went perfectly for the blonde Alpha. Oh occasionally she would receive a quizzical look, but that is as far as it would go. So it was with fairly high spirits that she met up with her roomie. As usual the two met after Audrey's physics 305 class. The lunch area at that time was normally a little less crowded, yet there was still plenty of time before practice that they could eat.
As luck would have it they were heading to a nice open table by the balcony when Audrey nudged her friend. "Hey isn't that Linda's boyfriend Marcus?" She whispered conspiratorially.
Sure enough it was, causing Cindy to immediately alter her course. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, all sweet innocence.
The poor boy was no match for the blonde's big doe eyes and apparent helplessness...not to mention huge breasts. Cindy sat down beside Marcus, "accidentally" brushing her thigh against his as she did so. The flirting only accelerated from there. Within minutes Linda's boyfriend...or should I say soon to be ex-boyfriend was mesmerized.
Audrey mainly sat back and watched the master (Mistress?) at work. Every so often she would join in by adding some humiliating incident regarding Linda. Some of them were actually true, but most were either exaggerations or out and out falsehoods. It didn't matter either way. In the hormone induced state Marcus had found himself in he bought whatever was dangled hook line and sinker.
"Look here comes Linda now" Audrey whispered, noticing that the approaching woman did not look pleased.
Cindy waited until she figured her rival was in earshot. "See what did I tell you about her hips?" she sniggered, bringing a round of smirks from all three at the table.
Linda's face reddened, but, she continued onward. "Marcus, weren't you supposed to wait for me?"
The young man found it impossible to meet his girlfriend's eyes. As quickly as possible he tried to swallow the trio of fries Cindy had tactfully inserted in his mouth. "Linda! I'm sorry, but I completely forgot!" he struggled to find the words...a struggle he was quickly losing. "Cindy here was kind enough to share her lunch with me and...and..."
It wasn't a pretty sight...
With a shared glance the two instigators rose from the table. "I see you two have something to talk about. We'll leave you alone." Cindy said with apparent total ignorance to the tension. She then flashed Marcus a sweet yet suggestive smile. "I really enjoyed talking with you Marcus." Her body language, however said much much more.
Turning toward Linda, Cindy's voice and features became deadpan...almost cold. "See you at practice."
At that she left with Audrey in tow, both girls adding a little extra sway to their well shaped asses. They continued nonchalantly until rounding a nearby corner whereupon both collapsed into each other's arms in well deserved merriment. From the direction they'd come Linda's loud voice and Marcus' apologetic one could be heard clearly. Audrey high-fived Cindy then the two headed off down the hall. Behind them the agitated voices slowly faded.
Despite her promise Tina didn't attend all her classes. She was just too wired to sit still and listen to dull facts and meaningless figures. 'I mean who can expect to take this stuff seriously when you have real power?' she asked herself. A flash of heat from the ring seemed to answer her. The lithe little witch no longer seemed to find this odd or notice its timing.
Free from the college, Tina went to her favorite place to shop; The Salvation Army. Everything seemed so much more peaceable here...lived in and comfortable. Trendy new shops with their fancy glittery styles turned her off. The farcical act towards fashion the night before had been merely to trick the Alphas. Tina had no intention of dressing so shallowly. 'After all I'm still sexy' she thought, while picking out a used pair of Carpenter jeans. 'I don't have to have my ass hanging out to be sensual' she continued, though it was sounding more and more like denial than justification. 'I mean after all if I want to...'
WHAM!
A sudden impact from behind staggered the short blonde disrupting her thoughts.
"I'm sorry there kid, I didn't see you there." Came the apologetic voice from an extremely beautiful woman.
Tina just stood there unable to speak. It wasn't from the impact; that had been painful but relatively minor. No, it was that this sex goddess (amazingly identical to a woman she'd lusted after in a magazine once) thought she was a child. The woman couldn't be any older than Tina herself.
"I'm...not...a...kid." she finally managed, though her voice could barely be heard.
The sex goddess' face looked even more apologetic (and condescending) "I'm sorry young man, I didn't mean to call you a kid." She gave Tina a playful slap on the arm. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll be as big as your dad someday!"
"I'm not...I mean I'm not a..." Tina stammered even more shocked and humiliated than before.
The woman didn't hear her. After flashing a model's smile she sashayed off leaving the little witch crushed. Tina suddenly felt claustrophobic. She had to get out of there...now. In a blind rush she exited the building then darted off down the sidewalk and ducked into the first alley.
The sex goddess' eyes watched her go. There was a cold smile on her face, one that would have chilled the hardest of souls. Those very eyes darted to the pocket watch in her slim hand, the smile deepening further. A sharp click rang out accompanied by a slight shimmer in the space she once stood. There was nothing there now, except for the fading sound of a man's laughter.
Jannette gave her shirt another tug down as she looked at her watch. 'Where are you Tina?' she wondered. They were supposed to meet over a half hour ago but her lover hadn't shown up. 'Oh well, I'll catch up with her later' she decided with a sigh. Picking up her bag Jannette headed off down to Panchero's grill; she was hungry as hell. As the plump little redhead walked her shirt crept up once more allowing a peek at her soft tummy.
If one looked, a good inch of bare ankle was visible too...
"Shit!" I forgot about practice!" Cindy cursed, a worried look on her face. "We can't miss it or the coach'll have our hides!"
Audrey thought 'What's this we business?' but restrained herself. "Don't worry about it, just move around a lot and don't stand too close to anyone."
Cindy didn't look too sure but followed her teammate into the locker room anyway. Being nearly a half hour before practice the place was mostly deserted. The only ones there were the coach and of course that kiss-ass Pearlman. It was just what they wanted. Cindy could get ready without too much consideration. The two planned to be out on the court well in advance too, skipping the normal pre-workout gossip session. Considering their poor performance the day before, the benefits would be two-fold.
"Why Kellerman and Roberts what are you two doing here so early?" Came the unexpected and somehow always sarcastic voice of Coach Watkins. "Don't tell me my star players are actually going to show some team spirit?"
The 30ish woman came up behind the two on the bench and placed a hand on each girl's shoulder. It was supposed to be a supportive gesture, but Cindy always believed it was so she could look down their tops.
"Let's not have another day like yesterday eh?" she asked, giving the girls a surprisingly powerful shake.
"Don't worry coach, I'll give a hundred and ten percent!" Cindy vowed exuberantly.
"Yeah Ms. Watkins, we won't let you down!" Audrey added with the same level of enthusiasm.
Both knew the woman would stay until she heard a suitable level of team spirit.
"Fine then!" The coach crowed, giving the girls another vigorous shake; one that sent even Audrey's B-cup breasts into a marvelous jiggle. Cindy's boobs, well what can I say...sigh.
"You too women get ready now." Watkins said while straightening up. (Was her voice a little throaty?) She walked a few steps away then stopped and turned toward Cindy. "Have you lost a little weight?"
Cindy paled slightly, but kept her composure. "Um...not that I know of coach."
Ms. Watkins looked unsure, but conceded. "Ok, I just want to make sure you're healthy." 'No sense scaring the girl' she thought. Still her team captain's uniform looked a little looser than usual.
Cindy and Audrey were already out on the court and warmed up when their teammates arrived, but joined in on the warm ups anyway. Hey, it didn't hurt to keep the coach happy; team spirit and all that crap. Linda shot icy barbs and pure hatred at the pair as they worked out. Cindy simply smiled and waved. This only made the situation worse; just as she knew it would.
It was weird how much taller everyone seemed. At 5'8" Cindy was now shorter than five of her teammates, Audrey among them. She tried to follow her friend's advice by keeping in motion and distancing herself more than normal. Of course she had to do so in a way that didn't attract more attention to herself. It was a fine line.
When play started Cindy gave it her all. At first she made the same mistakes as the day before. This drew some irritated groans from her teammates and more than one scowl from Coach Watkins. She had real talent, however and soon made the necessary adjustments.
That doesn't mean to say the going was easy.
Cindy was in the front line, with Linda on the left side and Jen on the other. Both were excellent players in their own right...and both hated her guts. As the games proceeded both adversaries grew more and more bold in their attack on the blonde. Repeatedly they strayed into her territory and more than a few elbows or errant swipes impacted her body.
Linda regarded the boyfriend stealing, ball hogging, blonde haired bitch Cindy Kellerman. 'Marcus was mine big boobs' she thought bitterly, 'What is it with you and taking anything I desire?' If it wasn't for Cindy she'd still have any one of her last three boyfriends. Each of them had been methodically stolen by the tall blonde. 'I'd be team captain too!' she added, doing a quick comparison of the best players, 'Without Cindy no one here could challenge me, not even Audrey!' Linda let her eyes dart over to the other "star" player. The girl had talent that much she'd admit. 'She's got no leadership potential though' she thought with a smirk, 'everyone knows she's Kellerman's puppet.' Linda hated her too, but today that hate was but a mere shadow to the utter loathing she reserved for Cindy.
Returning attention to the tall blonde, Linda realized there was something different about her today; she just couldn't put a finger on it. 'She seems less imposing somehow' was all the bitter girl could determine. The feeling inspired Linda to up her attack another notch...
WHAM!
A sprinkling of stars danced across the black haze.
Cindy blinked a few times to clear her vision. At first nothing happened, but soon the darkness began to fade. As it left, a mixture of voices filtered in; some concerned, others laughing. "Is she ok? ...Serves her right...did Linda just...hit her head..."
When her thoughts cleared, the last few seconds played through Cindy's mind. She'd just made a mighty leap to spike the ball. (Successfully) When her feet came down, instead of contacting the court, she felt them get swept from underneath. Unable to catch herself Cindy landed hard. It wasn't an accident, it was...
Linda
With a shriek of pure rage Cindy climbed up off the floor and faced the perpetrator. The sudden change from prone victim to animated attacker left everyone stunned including her target. The other girl's hesitation was brief and in no time she returned both the glare and aggressive stance. Inches apart the two faced. No one knew what to expect...the game was all but forgotten.
Neither moved, yet neither backed down.
Linda sized up her opponent. Normally taking on the big blonde would be considered suicide, but something told Linda her moment had arrived. Feverishly her mind raced to find the supposed weakness...it was there she knew it.
She didn't have to wait long.
'C'mon girl don't back down!' Linda chanted inwardly. 'Stare that bitch straight in the eye!'
Her own eyes widened slightly.
'I can look her in the eye!' she thought triumphantly. As crazy as it seemed Linda could actually look straight across into big boob's eyes. For two years now she'd had to tilt her head upwards whenever they were close.
Now she didn't have to.
Linda felt a surge of confidence at the revelation. That confidence found its way into her expression and her voice. With a big smile she said; "Looks like someone finally took you down a couple notches!"
It was Cindy's turn to have her eyes go wide. 'Oh shit she knows!'
Before either one could do anything further the commanding voice of Coach Watkins rang out. "Kellerman and Price! You two stand down!"
The older woman strode over quickly and purposefully; the papers on her clipboard rustling in the artificial breeze. She placed herself between the glowering athletes.
"Price I saw what you did," Watkins said, turning her back on Cindy to give the other her full attention. "There is no excuse for behavior like that. Now hit the showers and head straight up to my office."
This time it was Linda's turn to leave the court in shame.
Too bad Cindy couldn't enjoy it...
The blonde barely heard Ms. Watkins ask her if she was alright. When a response didn't come right away the coach mistook silence for injury and asked if she wanted to go to the nurse. Cindy refused, but agreed to sit out for a few sets.
She needed to think.
Tina wallowed in self pity. Alone in the alley the she let the tears flow freely. Any and all illusions of being sexy had been stripped away in one cruel blow. 'I know I dress boyish, but I've never been mistaken for a boy!' she thought, 'At least I don't think I have...' The little blonde stopped in mid-step. 'Have people just been polite to me all along?' she wondered. 'Perhaps Cindy and Audrey in their own cruel way were the only ones being honest?'
"Life isn't fair." She mumbled sadly, her voice sounding hollow in the empty alley.
As if in response the ring flared suddenly from its now nearly continuous flow of heat. Tina looked down at her hand, fingering the band slowly.
Maybe it wasn't as unfair as she'd thought...
Wiping tears from her eyes, the blonde witch walked back to the store.
Audrey had watched the exchange between the girls escalate, but was unable to do anything about it from her side of the net. Concern over her friend's safety began to filter in with worries she already had over Cindy's loss of height being discovered. The former was something new because the big blonde had a well earned reputation for being able to take care of herself.
Then again she wasn't as big as she used to be...
Virtually everyone saw the cheap shot that left Cindy lying on her back. It seemed as if Audrey's fears had come true when she did not get up right away. A flurry of excited babble ensued as the girls encircled their fallen captain. Their loose tongues were soon silenced, however at the sudden and quite unexpected shriek of fury from Cindy. With surprised looks all stepped back. None wanted to be a part of, yet all wanted to witness the sparks that were sure to fly. So it was with a distinct sense of disappointment to all when the coach stepped in and broke up the fracas.
Well, almost all...
Audrey was profoundly glad Ms. Watkins had stepped in. Free from the constant shuffle Cindy's reduced height looked that much more obvious; especially toe to toe with Linda. At least it looked that obvious to her eyes. It didn't occur to Audrey that she was looking for it, the others were not. Still there seemed to be a general difference in the way the girls all acted to their leader, as if they could somehow sense there was something amiss.
"All right girls the show's over!" the coach shouted. "Pearlman and Andrews...take their places.
The two B-squad girls beamed with joy at being able to play with the bigs. Play resumed, and soon the incident was forgotten.
The loss of two key players made the game considerably one-sided. Audrey's team continually exploited weaknesses in their front line. The victories were sweet as the A-squad hammered away at the less experienced players. In fact Audrey was so caught up in the fun she missed the strange tingle that swept through her body...
Alone in the dressing room Tina hung up her selections and undressed. In just her panties she contemplated which items to try first. It was a hard choice as all were decidedly foreign to her. After some consideration Tina finally decided on a feminine pink top and black skirt. (She wasn't sure if Cindy's comment was entirely full of shit, but figured what the heck it was worth a shot) Both items draped loosely over her slight form. The effect was quite unflattering making her look like a kid playing dress-up with her older sister's clothes.
A smile came to her face as she fingered the ring. When the hot sensation flooded her body Tina's smile grew even deeper. The witch's black eyes looked on in anticipation as she waited for the changes to begin.
And waited...
And waited...
Nothing happened! With intermixed distress and despair Tina's hands explored looking for any change whatsoever.
None were found.
Tears threatened to flow once more as she stripped off the ill fitting clothes. 'That's what I get for trying to alter the spell' she cursed internally, 'It should have worked though...I had their permission.' Even through the pain of failure Tina smiled at her brilliant maneuver at securing the rights to some of their "things." Little did the two Alphas know they'd just signed over unlimited access to any and all aspects of their being. 'I may have failed now...but I'll figure it out eventually' she thought as once again her ice blue eyes turned black.
Tina left the discarded clothes in the dressing room as she left. Right now she just couldn't bear to even touch them. Besides, she'd just remembered her previous appointment with Jessica.
"Crap, I'm almost 45 minutes late!" she cursed, her short legs picking up their pace.
She spotted Jannette at Panchero's grill. When the plump redhead wasn't at their meeting place this was the most likely spot. Tina knew her lover well. Jannette hadn't spotted her arrival yet. In fact the closer she got, the more Tina realized how preoccupied the other woman was...and how sad. Guilt immediately flooded the little witch as she figured her tardiness was the cause.
Motion below the table proved otherwise.
Tina saw how Jannette was gripping the roll of fat at her waist. Prior experiences alerted the blonde that her lover was feeling guilt and shame over her weight. This usually happened after a particularly exuberant binge. The large pile of burrito and taco wrappers on the table confirmed that this was just such a case.
She continued to watch her friend while considering yet another of life's injustices. 'Why is it some people are heavy no matter what, while people like Cindy can eat anything and stay slim?' Tina wondered while fingering the ring, 'Too bad miss perfect can't feel what it's like being heavy...I sure bet Jannette would enjoy being the skinny one!'
"Oh well I'll do what I can to make her feel better." Tina sighed
A flash from the ring signaled she already had...
Practice finally ended and the girls headed off to the locker room in a sea of chatter. Cindy leapt to her feet to join them. Any minor effects from her tumble had long since faded, but she didn't feel like playing anymore. The whole Linda incident had been too disconcerting. Even now slight lines of worry creased her brow. If she couldn't get that little witch to return her to normal right soon who knows what would happen?
Cindy saw Audrey waiting by the door, sports drink in hand. "Good game."
The brunette nodded. "Nice fall." She responded with a grin.
"Gee thanks," Cindy replied wryly before turning serious. "We got a problem, I think Linda knows..."
"Oh shit!" Audrey said a little too loudly, attracting a few stares. In a whisper she added; "What'll we do now?"
Cindy looked at her friend. "We find that little witch, that's what we do."
The two girls sat at their usual spots and opened their lockers. Audrey immediately began to undress for her shower. The brunette already had her shoes and socks off before she realized Cindy was just sitting there.
"What's wrong?" She asked the blonde, seeing the shock on her face.
"My locker's empty..." Cindy replied.
Audrey looked and sure enough all of her friend's clothes were missing...even her purse.
But it wasn't truly empty.
There taped to the shelf was a little pink note with "Cindy" written on it. After a few tense moments the blonde Alpha reached out and tore it off. Here's what it said;
Hey Cind
This is just a small note to say I'm sorry your appearance on the court today was so abbreviated. I know you're feeling down right now so I'll keep it short.
STAY AWAY FROM MARCUS!
Just a little advice from me to you, after all we finally saw eye to eye today and I really appreciate the fact you no longer look down on me!
Hopefully I can be a much bigger influence in your life!
LINDA
Cindy crumpled the note so tightly in a fist her hand turned white.
"That thieving wench' she hissed through clenched teeth.
Of course Cindy failed to realize it was her theft...or rather her latest theft that incited the incident in the first place. In a fit of anger she hurled the paper wad into her locker. Audrey's curiosity was too great; she scooped the note right out and peeled it apart.
"Hey she's kinda funny!" Audrey said with a giggle. "Like when she said abbreviated...hey!"
Cindy snatched the note back, this time shredding the paper into an indecipherable mass.
"Oh, sorry about that." Audrey replied.
Silence...
Seeing that her friend was in no mood to talk let alone accept her apology Audrey again moved to undress. 'At least one of us doesn't have to go around in stinky clothes!' she thought...wisely to herself.
Audrey left the fuming, brooding Cindy at her locker and headed to the showers. The stalls were mostly empty by now, so she pretty much had her choice of the lot. After the workout hot steamy water was just the ticket to loosen up. Soon even the tension with her roommate was lost under the soothing heat.
After washing her hair the brunette lathered up her body. She just loved the smooth slippery feel of the suds on her soft skin.
'...almost as much as Cindy's...I mean Thomas' hands.' Audrey corrected her thoughts, blushing from the strange slip up. 'Wherever did that come from?' she wondered.
Wherever it came from didn't matter...at least to her body. The mere thought of either of their hands caressing her body had caused her pulse to quicken and nipples to harden...down below a surge of warmth cried for attention.
Audrey turned to face the shower as her hand slipped lower to "lather" a certain spot. She'd never admit it, but Thomas' face wasn't the one she was imagining...
Cindy sat there in her stinky uniform waiting for Audrey to finish. To make the situation not be a total loss she borrowed a hair brush and some of her friend's antiperspirant. By now her naturally silky hair had dried off, requiring only a few strokes to send it once more cascading over her shoulders.
When Cindy went to put on the antiperspirant, however she became aware of a slight pinching from her sports bra. She didn't know if this was a good or bad thing given that it had been somewhat loose when she put it on before practice. 'Could Tina have restored me?' she wondered 'I thought I felt something...' True enough while sitting by the court Cindy could've sworn that strange tingling passed through her body once more. The very same sensation she'd experienced the night before during the "game". She'd been too deep in thought over the threat Linda now posed to really be sure. 'I need to check' the hopeful blonde realized. Audrey was still in the shower, so gauging their heights that way was out...besides previous experience had shown them that technique was unreliable. You just never knew if witch girl decided to shrink the other as well.
'My shoes still feel loose' she realized after wriggling her toes. 'What I need is to stand next to something I know the height of.' Cindy scanned the locker room, her eyes landing on the scale that had a height measurement attachment. The blonde immediately dismissed that. One doesn't stand in the middle of a crowded locker room measuring yourself when you want to be discreet. Besides, any girl foolish enough to stand on the scale immediately drew at least one gossiper eager to spread the news of the "unfortunate" gain. No, she'd need something else. Cindy's eyes next landed on Callie McPherson. The gangly girl matched her impressive, well formerly impressive height of 5'11". If it wasn't for the girl's inherent clumsiness she'd have been a real threat on the court.
Callie was standing in front of the mirror trying to improve her plain features with an elaborate array of make-up. Cindy figured the girl would be too deep in thought to notice a quick side-by-side comparison. She carefully made her way over, ever alert to avoid a possible encounter with someone else. The coast was clear, however allowing her to slink over to the sinks unobstructed.
Just when Cindy neared her target the girl bent over obscuring her true height. 'Aarrggh!' she cursed internally as Callie continued to bend down over the sink. 'What the fuck are you doing anyway?' she wondered. Time crept by at a snail's pace. Feeling stupid and obvious as hell just standing there, Cindy snatched up a paper towel and began dabbing at her face. A runner friend had warned her never to do that...something about the wood fibers messing up your skin or something. Not that she ever had to worry about that, her skin was always flawless. Right now the heinous wood fibers seemed far less threatening than standing there like a dolt. Cindy dabbed away...
After about three years, the tall girl finally stood up. Cindy looked on in anticipation, praying they were now the same height once again. Unfortunately Callie kept on rising, easily passing Cindy's shorter stature.
"Damn!" She cursed in frustration, her anger forming the words audibly instead of in her head as intended.
Callie startled by the unexpected sound whirled about to look down at Cindy. "You scared me silly!" the taller girl said in her usual childish voice.
The blonde Alpha winced at the bubbly sound of Callie's voice. She just couldn't stand it when women talked like that. It made them sound like a bimbo. Cindy half expected to hear her say something like; "Gee your tits are like so hot!"
A look of confusion swept over Callie's face as she looked down. Cindy had to think fast.
"What's that on your face?" She asked pointing animatedly. The fear she felt over her possible discovery made its way into her voice.
Seeing the look of shock on Cindy's face and sensing the urgent tone, Callie immediately spun back to her own reflection. "What? Where?" She said frantically, her hands fluttering about her face totally messing the elaborate make-up.
Cindy made a rapid exit...
"I don't see..." the tall girl halted mid sentence, turning back to find empty space where her captain once stood. Callie looked around, but she was nowhere in sight. Shrugging her bony shoulders attention was once more focused on her face. One look at the mess displaced any thoughts over how small Cindy had appeared...
'That was close!' Cindy thought, ducking behind the double row of lockers. The impact sent her substantial breasts into motion...more so than usual. What her mind almost admitted was; 'That was stupid!' but her superior personality wouldn't accept it.
After a quick peek confirmed that Callie was once more engrossed in her appearance Cindy went back to the relative seclusion of their bench. Audrey was already back freshly showered and relaxed...one would also say flushed. The blonde plopped down beside her the impact once again sending a wave of movement through her breasts.
Audrey saw her roommate sit beside her. "Where you been?"
"To the bathroom" Cindy lied.
The brunette merely shrugged and continued on with her dressing. For some reason her bra felt a little loose. The discovery sent shockwaves of fear down her spine. 'Oh please don't let me be shrinking again!' she prayed. When a similar looseness was found with her shorts the fear spread. A look of worry towards the brooding Cindy showed that she was still taller than her. That didn't mean they weren't both shrinking. With an incredible amount of will (and shaking hands) the worried brunette put on her shoes and socks. What she did next however required an even greater amount of willpower.
Audrey braved the scale.
Heart beating rapidly she tried to slide the little weights. Eventually the bar dropped from the upright position it had slammed into when she stepped on. The pointer bobbed up and down in a lazy arc gradually approaching the zero. That wasn't what Audrey was concerned about, however. With apparent nonchalance she swung the height bar down over her head...gradually lowering it down. The cool steel had hardly touched her head when;
"Hey Audrey...good game huh?" Came the sugar sweet voice of Jen.
The brunette spun around to face her enemy. Her reaction was so sudden she actually caught the girl's eyes leaving the weight bar. Audrey looked on in triumph at the disappointment on Jen's face. At 132 lbs. she'd actually lost two since her last weigh in. (only three days prior...)
"Oh hi Jen!" she greeted with an equally false showing. "Here you can use the scale."
Audrey stepped off, but made no move to leave. She smiled inwardly at the shadow of fear that tinged Jen's already disappointment laden features.
"No that's ok!" Jen said all too quickly, hands drifting to the slight midriff bulge she sported. Hard partying ways were starting to have an effect on her figure...
"Go on ahead," Audrey coaxed, smiling broadly. "A growing girl needs to keep track of her weight." Then almost conspiratorially she added; "Don't worry I won't tell anyone how much you gained."
Jen spun wordlessly on her heels and stomped off in a huff. Audrey almost called out with another cutting comment, but thought the better of it. Instead her eyes darted to the scale; it read 70.5" as always. The sneakers added their usual half an inch otherwise she was right at 5' 10". With a flood of relief Audrey headed back to her locker.
Along the way her loose shorts required another adjustment...
Jannette guiltily brought her hands out from under the table. "Tina! Where've you been?" She hoped her lover didn't see what she'd been doing...
The blonde witch set her bag down and scooted onto the opposite bench. "Oh, just doing a little shopping at the Salvation Army."
Jannette who had been discretely attempting to condense the mound of wrappers suddenly stopped. "You mean the one downtown?"
Tina's mouth was already full of burrito; Jannette apparently hadn't eaten all of them. She hurriedly chewed and swallowed. "Yeah, the one by Marie's House of Small Sizes."