We met at the bottom of the stairs. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice. That she might miss the obvious in the orange sodium of the street lamps, or that her three-inch heels would throw her perspective off just enough. Anyway, that’s the story I was telling myself. But of course she saw at once.

“You’re shrinking?” she asked. “Already?” Her eyes sparkled a brilliant, wicked blue. “Did you never recover from last time, and you were too embarrassed to say something?”

I gave her a sheepish look, scratching at my chin. “Um, no. I recovered, for sure. This just…happened. I guess maybe I got excited, knowing you were coming over, and maybe I still had some in my system….” I shrugged, the gesture causing my hands to sink much too far into my sleeves. I rolled them up my arms a ways, and tried to stand up straighter.

Laura took a step forward. I thought she only wanted to pass by me in the narrow space, so I stepped back – only to find her hands on mine, her gaze earnest, unavoidable. She pressed against me there in the hall. “You really want it that bad, huh?” She reached up, searching for my cheek in the near darkness. Her hands were warm despite the chill outside. “It’s okay. You can be honest. Do you want to shrink for me sweetie?” 

My vision blurred, and the world grew ever so slightly larger around me. Laura gasped, then dimpled, doing her best to suppress a giggle. “I guess that answers THAT question. Oh, I’m going to have FUN with you tonight.”

She lifted her backpack, rummaging inside. A few stray curls fell into her eyes – the same ones as always. She furrowed her brow, and finally withdrew a small bottle labelled ‘Baby Aspirin.’ She unscrewed the cap, considered, then plopped a single tablet into the center of my palm. “Just one to start,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But don’t think that means I’m taking it easy on you. You just HAD to get started without me, and that means I’ve already missed part of the fun. So as your punishment, we’re going to take things very, VERY slow.” She grinned impishly. “I want to give myself plenty of time to appreciate what’s happening to you. Plenty of time to watch you dwindle away. And oh, don’t worry – I fully intend to have my way with you. Tonight, though, you’re going to have to earn it.”

That little speech of hers had probably cost me another half inch, and we both knew it. I could see the delighted calculation in her eyes, could sense the giddy anticipation coming off her in waves. I felt it too, though it was tinged with hesitation, and just a bit of shame. She wasn’t wrong – I’d been looking forward to shrinking for her all week. But sometimes a dish tastes so much sweeter if we add just a little dash of salt. 

By now I probably only had an inch or so on her. Laura is a little taller than average, and the heels made up most of the difference. At six feet, I would’ve been comfortably taller than her. But I wasn’t six feet anymore, was I? Laura interrupted my height-math, tapping my palm twice with her index finger, reminding me of the pill. “Time’s wasting sweetie. Bottoms up. Actually no, hang on a second.” She considered, her eyes narrowing with malicious intent. “Take the pill, put it in your mouth. But leave it under your tongue. Let it dissolve slowly – no swallowing allowed. Got that?”

The tablet had a sour, acidic taste in my mouth. For a moment I had to fight the urge to either gulp it down or spit it out. Then the tingling came on, and all other sensations became secondary. It was faint and distant at first, starting in the pit of my stomach, spreading out to my extremities. Unmistakable for anyone who has felt it more than once.

Laura watched, making sure I didn’t cheat. “Good boy.” She gave me a little pat on the head, then unslung her backpack, unceremonious thrusting it into my arms. “You look like you could use some exercise. Carry that for me.” She started up the stairs to my apartment, motioning for me to follow. 

I walked a few steps behind, ogling the figure-eight pattern of her hips, the form of her body beneath her light jacket, her well-muscled calves beneath the hem of her dress. She stretched theatrically, looking back over her shoulder, making sure I was watching. I almost tripped a few times before I gave in, and shifted more of my attention to my footing. It was getting harder and harder not to trip over the cuffs of my jeans. And her backpack was really heavy, owing to the fact that she’d just come from a full day of classes. Granted, I should STILL be the stronger of the two of us. At least, probably?

She stopped me on the landing, just outside my door. “Still doing okay, big guy?”

“Ahm okayh,” I managed, careful not to swallow the pill. God, I shouldn’t be this out of breath after only four flights.

“Glad to hear it. Hmm.” She folded her arms behind her back, studying me carefully, swaying from side to side in a birdlike sort of way. “Yep, you’re FOR SURE shorter than me. Oh, maybe I overdid it a little – that didn’t take near as long as I expected. Well. Okay.” She touched her chin thoughtfully. “Strip for me. Oh don’t look so shocked – it’s not like anything fits you. The shoes, the socks. Pants and underwear too. Leave them outside your door. I GUESS you can keep the shirt – for now.” She mercifully took the increasingly heavy bag from my grasp (I seriously don’t know how she carries that thing around all day) and disappeared into my apartment, leaving me alone on my doorstep.

Doing as she asked was easy. I could almost step out of my shoes, and the jeans came off without even the need to unbuckle my belt. The whole time I could feel my heart pounding, as I struggled to get my breathing under control. To be this worn out from such a simple exertion was really embarrassing. It took longer than I wanted to recover, and as the seconds ticked by I could feel myself growing smaller. But at last I regained some semblance of control over myself.

She was moving around in my kitchen as I locked the door behind me. I leaned against it for a moment, sighing with relief, and nearly lost the pill in the process. My shirt hung about a hand’s length beneath my hip bone – enough to protect my modesty at least, though it wasn’t doing anything to hide my excitement. Laura gave me a cursory glance as I came to join her, then returned the bulk of her attention to making tea. By the time the kettle was set, Laura was maybe three of four inches taller than I was. She came to face me, bending with her hands on her knees. “Open.”

I did as she asked, showing her the tablet was still there, or what remained of it anyway. She graced me with a satisfied smile, and ruffled my hair. “Good boy. I know that wasn’t easy. Do you want to swallow it for me now?”

The babying tone of her voice made me shiver. Another half-inch melted away. I nodded.

“Jaden.” She took my chin in her hand, looking me dead in the eye, her expression stern, making sure she had my full attention. “Swallow.”

I obeyed, then rolled my tongue around in my mouth to try to wash away the chalky texture of the drug. She watched patiently. It only took a few seconds. I shivered, and felt my shrinking accelerate. Where before it had teetered just on the edge, now it slipped past some invisible balancing point, picking up speed, hurtling toward some unknowable destination. I couldn’t quite stop the little sigh of pleasure escaping from the back of my throat. It was such a small sound, but Laura heard. She heard, and she winked.

She kissed me then. It was a simple thing, the way kisses go. Soft, and sweet, her lips closed and quite noticeably larger against mine. It was the clearest gesture of affection she’d given me since she arrived, and I suddenly realized I had been almost starving for it. I felt like I wanted to burst. I wrapped my arms around her waist, gratified to find this was still briefly possible, desperation in my grasp. The only thing I wanted was her comfort, to hold her as close as humanly possible, to keep her there and keep me safe as I shrank for her. Laura sensed this and gave in, hugging me back, her mouth on mine, as I dwindled there in the kitchen. I think her resolve slipped a little. That she was intending to make me wait quite a bit longer for this sort of softness. It tarnishes the magic ever so slightly, to remember that she wants this just as bad as I do. But sugar can balance salt as well. 

Laura remembered herself eventually. I felt large hands on my shoulder, forcing me back, step by step. Even through the kiss I could sense her evil grin. When my shoulders hit the wall she pinned me, resting more of her weight against me than was strictly polite, telling me with all the subtle movements of her body that this was provocation. I took the dare and pushed back, not using all my strength at first for fear of actually succeeding. A foolish idea. She leaned down, hair tumbling into my eyes, and growled a warm word in my ear. 

“Harder.” 

I struggled, and when she laughed there was exertion in her voice, but only the faintest hint of it. She relaxed for just a moment, making me think I might be gaining the upper hand – then gave me a quick passionate kiss and slammed me easily back against the wall. My cheeks burned hot even as I continued to fight, and her laughter rolled on. Worst of all, I could feel the effort of it making my heart beat fast, could feel the inches slipping away more rapidly than ever. This went on for what felt like an eternity, my already hopeless battle becoming impossible, well past the point when Laura no longer even had to try. 

“Stop,” she giggled, at last taking pity, and stood up to her full height. She stepped back very slowly, not wanting to scare me. It can be surprisingly scary when someone so much bigger than you moves without warning. With the perspective of distance, it was really obvious how small our little wrestling match had made me. Laura was fully a head taller than me now, and probably about twice my mass. She let me get my breathing under control, gave me time to grasp how helpless I was before her. With a sly smile she watched as I continued to shrink, the level of my gaze rapidly sinking from her throat, down toward her chest. No doubt about it, this was MUCH faster than I should be shrinking from a single dose. Laura seemed pleased by this – not to mention by how long it was taking to catch my breath.

Still moving at that glacial pace, she got to her knees before me, her large face wearing a predatory smirk. Very, very slowly, she began to lift my shirt. It reached most of the way to my knees now, the little bulge not quite so obvious as before, but still difficult to miss. She folded my shirt past this bulge with judicious care, and gave a high-pitched little coo at the sight of my manhood. It was smaller, like the rest of me, and faintly twitching in time to my heart. 

“It’s really pretty at this size,” she breathed, leaning in for a better look. “So tender, and delicate. Gosh, I’ve made you SO hard, and I haven’t even TOUCHED you yet. How cute!” She cleared her throat, and looked up at me from below with eyes narrowed. When she spoke again her voice was a low, commanding rumble. “Jaden. Do you want me to touch it?”

I nodded emphatically, closing my eyes.

“Ah ah, I need you to use your big boy words. Do you want me to touch your cock? Tell me.”

The words tumbled out, jumbled and arrhythmic. “Yes Laura please I want you to touch my cock!”

“Good to know.” She leaned in closer still, lips parting. And softly, she blew. It was a shocking sensation, crisp and cold, and I hiccupped with pleasure, shrinking in a sudden burst. Laura emitted a sound of appreciation from the back of her throat – the sort of thing I would have found cute, had the tables been turned. But then I felt the sensation that I knew was coming: the shirt being lowered over me again. I groaned in petulant frustration. “Keep your back against the wall and keep dwindling for me, baby. My tea’s almost ready.”

Laura busied herself in the kitchen, for the moment seeming to have forgotten my existence.  I stood there, hands clenched into fists, still feeling myself dwindle.  Being away from her while I was shrinking felt like agony.  I guess it always makes me kind of needy, especially when it’s happen so fast.  But as much as I wanted to be near, I didn’t dare move from the place where she’d left me.  So I watched, and waited, counting the seconds, trying to guess how small I was getting.  The kitchen counters were halfway up my chest now, and if I wanted a drink of water, I’d have to stand on tip-toe to reach the faucet

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Back turned, she let her chamomile seep, adding half a spoon of sugar, stirring thoughtfully.  After what felt like an eternity she turned her gaze to me, as if only just remembering that I was there.  “Okay sweetie.  Let’s go sit down.”  She reached out, offering me a hand that easily encompassed mine, and led me into my living room.  Her pace was stately, which was probably for the best: it was hard for me to keep up with my short legs, and even on such a short walk there was the risk of elevating my heart rate again.

She made me stand in front of my couch, giving the order with a touch and a look, and set her tea on the table to cool.  Then, smirking at my surprise, she slid her pants down her legs.  I had to step back and give her room as she struggled to hook them past her ankles.  She grunted, dignity briefly forgotten in her battle with her skinny jeans, hopping on one foot with her face scrunched up in a comical grimace.  I might’ve laughed, if not for a very real fear that she could lose her balance and fall on me.  That would’ve been…unpleasant.  But at last she sat down on my couch, wearing just her tight sweater, cotton panties, and the one sock that had managed to survive her undressing.   “Hand me my tea,” she commanded.

Sipping, the giant girl regarded me.  I knew she was measuring me against the room, against her own body.  One gets to know that certain, appraising sort of look after a while.  “I’d say…you’re just a liiiiitle under four feet,” she drawled.  “And probably almost done unless I get you REALLY riled up in the next few minutes.  Well, what do you think?  Maybe I should go ahead and give you another dose right now.  Granting you shrank almost twice as much as USUAL, so who knows how small you’d get.  Hm.  It’s tempting to find out.”  She drummed her fingers on the side of her mug, considering, then suddenly caught my body with both knees, giving me a firm hug between thighs nearly as thick as waist, lifting me several inches off the ground.  “No, I have a better idea.  Think you’re too little to get me off, cutie?”

This was a challenge, or more accurately, a round-about sort of order.  I was pretty sure I knew the answer, and after all this teasing I was certainly game to try.  “I can do my best,” I replied, feigning a bit of reluctance.  “Um, could you take off your panties for me though?  Please?”

She, too, feigned reluctance to this request, though she looked uncommonly pleased at my last word – I even saw her pupils dilate ever so slightly.  God she was beautiful.  Even at normal size, a full-on smile like the one she wore now was intoxicating.  

With a look of indulgence she complied, sliding back on the couch and lifting her feet over her head to facilitate the process – ensuring I had the best possible view as she stripped.   From my low perspective, I didn’t miss the way the thin fabric clung between her thighs for just an instant, how she was obliged to peel the garment away from where it had pressed against her womanhood.  ‘I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already wet.’  Words that echoed her sentiments to me in the kitchen; words I had even said aloud to her when our circumstances were reversed.  

I probably smirked.  It was probably a bad idea.

She made herself comfortable, spreading her legs for me, a queen ready for her attendant.  I started slow, lightly stroking her legs, teasing with the back curl of my fingers, every so often letting her feel the gentle touch of my nails.  One moment I’d draw a bit closer to the place where her legs came together, the next I would pass on and work my way back up toward her knee.  Laura did her best to seem aloof, sipping her tea, watching me with cold detachment.  But being small has its advantages.  From this angle I could see minute details of her body I might otherwise have missed: the subtle flush to the skin around her thighs, the way the tiny hairs on her arm stood on end.  And of course, it was impossible to miss that this treatment was getting her absolutely soaking. 

 
I spent a long time working her up this way.  Laura was stoic, to the best of her ability.  Once the giant girl twitched – just a little – when I brushed unexpectedly against her labia.  And after a firm stroke within millimeters of a particular sensitive place, a little squeak issued from the back of her throat that she couldn’t quite suppress.  It was that tiny sound that finally got to me.  Pressing myself against the couch, I started to make good on some of my teasing.  After only a few seconds, I managed to get her to set her tea aside.

  Her eyes were closed, her hands flat against the cushions.  She was breathing long and slow, through her nose.  Laura was the picture of relaxation…or a giantess trying really, really hard not to lose it.  Yet at every turn, her physiology was betraying her best efforts.  Her clit had fully emerged from its hood, and was swollen up SO big and red now.  Several times I came very, very close to touching it, and each time I could see her inner muscles give a few angry pulses when I pulled away.  ‘Aww, SOMEONE’S getting pretty excited.  Can you say please?’  More words from another time.  But, now that the idea was stuck in my head....

I tensed my thumb against her mons, lifting slightly, revealing even more of her clit.  As gently as I could – and at my size, that was quite gentle – I rested the tip of my finger against her.  “Are you ready?” I asked, in a voice almost too soft to hear.

She nodded emphatically.  

I almost, ALMOST told her to use her big girl words.  But even I wasn’t THAT far gone.

I let my finger paint a slow line over that most sensitive part of her, with about as much force as one might use to pet a kitten’s nose if you were trying not to wake it.  Laura shuddered, letting out a long sigh.  Her leg kicked out involuntarily, startling me a bit, briefly reminding me that she could be QUITE dangerous to someone my size.  But then her head lolled back on the couch, her mouth open, her eyes clenched shut.  

I watched her in repose, studying each reaction carefully.  A touch of one sort could make her eyebrows furrow, or a press in a very certain place could make a muscle on her jaw tighten in a very cute way.  She was silent as I experimented, and almost perfectly still.  Occasionally I had to pause to move her sweater – it kept drooping, getting in my way, and had the annoying tendency to fall back into place at the worst moments.  I probably should have realized it a bit sooner, given how carefully I was observing every minutia of the enormous girl on my couch.  It was a bit of missing the forest for the trees.  It wasn’t until her head slipped, and she had to slide back on the cushion to reposition, that I noticed she was shrinking.

There were so many implications, so many questions to be answered.  Was she somehow absorbing the drug through my hands?  Had she dosed herself when I wasn’t paying attention?  If so had it been it on purpose?  Or was her shrinking the way mine had been at first – borne out of pure desire?  I’d like to say I considered any of those questions.  Honestly?  I just wondered how small I could make her.

Laura was enough on edge that it was harder now to DELAY her first orgasm than simply to give in.  I pressed, speeding up, then pulling back just a bit.  She groaned with frustration, visibly losing a fraction of an inch.  When I sensed the moment was right, I let my thumb hit a rhythm I knew would push her past the point of no return.  It took another half-minute, as she built, and built, biting her lip to stay quiet, able to hold back everything except those cute Laura-patented back of the throat squeaks.  I concentrated my attention on maintaining my rhythm…and on watching her shrink.  It wasn’t nearly as fast as I’d dwindled, and it was clear how I’d failed to notice for so long.  But now that I knew what to look for, it was unmistakable.  She was at least two inches shorter than when the evening had begun.

She came – going rigid, fingers digging deep into the soft leather of the couch.  I slowed for just long enough to not overwhelm her, smirked as she shrank in a slightly more obvious little burst, her body flooding with oxytocin…and went right back to pleasuring her.  The second orgasm came much faster, and by then, she wasn’t even trying to pretend she wasn’t enjoying herself.  On the contrary, I had to devote more of my attention to avoiding the kicking and thrashing of her still-gigantic body.  Idly I cursed myself for not thinking to lay a towel down before we started – she was really making a mess.

I was disappointed that, even after her fourth orgasm, she was still easily big enough that I could fist her without concern.  Well, ‘disappointed’ is probably the wrong word.  I could feel her muscles clenching around my wrist as she came, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to make me stop.  Another quarter of an inch slipped away.

I lost count at some point, like I always do, as the moment overwhelms the metrics.  There were an endlessly delightful number of ways to get her off.  The days of anticipation, all the salacious text messages, the long teasing session…I guess we were both a little pent up.  She was losing height each time she came, but I couldn’t say how much.  Enough that her sweater reached well past her hip when she finally put her hand on me, telling me without words that she needed a minute.  But the hand still easily covered mine.

We snuggled together on the couch for a time, reveling in the afterglow, gently stroking each other in places that were mostly chaste.  By and by, she pushed me off her lap, kissing my forehead.  “Bathroom.  Be right back,” she whispered.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, she knew what had happened.  She looked surprised, though not especially concerned, as she took in her surroundings.  I would guess she was around five two, though it was hard to be certain since that was still more than a foot taller than me.  Once again, I was smirking.  Once again, it was a terrible idea.

“Did you slip it into my tea?”  Her voice was flat, in a menacing sort of way.  My shock at the question was evident, and I’m pretty sure she’d put aside that theory before I even managed to shake my head.

“You knew it was happening, though?” She crossed her arms over her chest.  The fact that she was pants-less, covered in her own juices, and looking mildly ridiculous with her hands mostly hidden in her sleeves didn’t diminish the impact of her domme voice.  I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck prickle, warning me of danger.  “Answer me. Did you notice I was shrinking and decide not to tell me?”

As clear a message as my immediate denial had sent before, my long delay this time spoke even louder.  “Y-yeah.”

She approached, looming over as I lay splayed out, tiny and naked on the couch.  I felt horribly exposed in this position.  Nowhere to run.  “WHEN did you notice?”

I wracked my brain.  The last half hour was a kind of a blur, but…. “Just before you came for the first time.”

“I see.  And you kept going anyway, for that long?  Well you must have really been enjoying yourself.  My, my.  What AM I going to do with you.”  Again, that look of cold calculation.  Her eyes narrowed.  “Bring me my backpack.  And be quick about it.”

Her bag was really heavy now.  On my first few attempts I couldn’t even lift it.  I barely managed eventually, hugging it to my chest, legs straining with the effort.  Laura made me stand like this while I waited for her outside the bathroom.  She was in there a long time.  When at last she emerged she gave me an appraising look.  I think maybe she was checking to see if the exertion had made me any shorter. If so she was disappointed – the pill had fully worked its way through my system by now.

 “Okay cutie.  Take a break, give it here.”

She grunted as she took the bag from my arms.  I took a little pleasure in seeing her struggle with it herself at her reduced size, almost six inches less than her normal height.  But I knew better than to smirk.  While I rubbed my sore shoulders, Laura set the bag down on the floor, and began to search through it.  I knew what was coming, and was unsurprised to see her pull out the bottle of ‘Baby Aspirin.’  But then a moment later a SECOND bottle joined it.  This one was simply labelled ‘Aspirin’ with that same ‘seems-legit’ handwritten label.  This one she opened.  Laura took out a tablet, and, leading me back into the living room, washed it down with what remained of her tea.  “You should be proud of yourself you know, all things considered.  Even as tiny as you are, even as much fun as I was having being bigger.  You teased me so well that made me WANT to get smaller – want it so much that it actually happened.  And I haven’t had a dose in WEEKS.”  She smirked, stretching her arms behind her back.  Already I could see that her oversized sweater didn’t look QUITE so hilariously large.  My mouth suddenly felt a little too dry.  “But if you’re going to engage in such bratty behavior – I mean knowingly and intentionally shrinking your mistress?  Then you’re going to have to expect to be punished for it.  Rather severely I might add.  So!  First thing’s first – you’re going to help me regain those inches you stole.”
She removed her sweater, folding it neatly, setting it in the precise center of the coffee table.  Her bra was still drooping, a bit off-fit – though it would have been barely noticeable if I didn’t know to look for such things.  It also didn’t hurt that her ample chest was right at eye level.  She turned her back to unhinge her lacy red bra, giving me a demure little wink over her shoulder.  With the wall as a backdrop, it was painfully obvious how fast she was already growing.  Laura has magnificent breasts, at any size.  They’re big, and firm, and they were sensitive enough that she could get off just from having them played with even BEFORE she got her piercings.  When she turned around to face me, hands folded behind her head, I found it utterly impossible to look anywhere else.  Those cute little stainless-steel barbells glinted at me in the low light, the perfect contrast to the rosy pink of her nipples.  And second by second, I could see them swelling bigger.
She advanced on me then, taking hold of the back of my neck with a grip that, while gentle, left no room for resistance.  Those lovely tits were roughly at chin height to me, and she smirked as she forced me to look away from them, up into her eyes.  “Now, here’s what you’re going to do.  Take those little lips, and that cute little tongue of yours, and give me the attention I deserve.”  She drew her fingertip down the centerline of her cleavage as she spoke, making sure I knew exactly what sort of ‘attention’ she wanted.  “You’re going to go very, very slow.  Over-eagerness will not be tolerated.”  She gave one nipple a pinch, her eyes narrowing to slits as she let out a low groan of pleasure.  I watched as her breasts rose a bit higher, growing bigger in a little pulse.  “You like teasing me so much?  Well how about this.  I’m ORDERING you to tease me, little man.  And you’re going to go on teasing for exactly as long as I say – not one moment more, not one moment less.  Got me?”

I nodded timidly.
“What we’re going to do, in other words, is teach you a lesson about who exactly is in charge tonight. You’re going to make up for shrinking me, and THEN some.  And if I don’t think I’m big enough by the time you’re finished?”  She chuckled, drawing a fingernail along the vulnerable line of my throat, then took my chin between thumb and forefinger.  She squeezed.  “Then I’ll just have to take another dose, won’t I? Or two. Or THREE.”  She dimpled.  “Get to it.”
With only a little hesitation I set to work.  Tiny butterfly kisses, soft brushes with my beard against her pliant flesh.  Every so often I would suckle on her for just a moment, or swirl my tongue around her nipple.  Thankfully she was no longer bothering to stay quiet – rather the opposite in fact – and so I could tell at once that anything so intense was drifting into dangerous territory.  
Before when I’d teased her, the sounds I’d managed to elicit had been mostly little squeaks and adorable whimpers.  Not this time.  Laura gasped and moaned at the top of her voice, deep throaty sounds of passion.  She leaned forward, resting a good portion of her weight against me, making me support her as she registered her approval.  I staggered, braced, managed to accept her girth.  One of my hands reached up, taking her other breasts in my grasp, caressing it firmly. It was already nearly as large as my head, and still growing at a terrifying rate.  She let me stroke her this way for a few seconds.  Long enough to enjoy the soft texture of her skin, the warmth of her body, to feel her heart pounding between my exploring fingertips.  Then she caught my hand, and gave me a short, painfully hard squeeze.

“Ah ah,” she chided, in a surprisingly loud voice.  “I told you to use your MOUTH little boy.  Hands are strictly off limits.”
How I longed for simple punishment, like holding up a two-hundred pound backpack.  It was absolute torture to be so gentle with her, as she moaned sensuously in an ever-deeper voice.  Occasionally I’d press into her more firmly, or nibble on her in a way I knew she liked – but each time she would pull away, making me wait agonizing seconds before I was allowed to resume.  By now I was standing on my tip-toes just to reach the bottoms of her breasts, and soon she would be required to bend if she wanted me to continue.  God this was hot…I was so hard that I was actually in physical pain.  I didn’t even consider trying to touch myself though, much less allowing my cock to brush against her enormous thigh.  Whatever the punishment would be for such an infraction, I didn’t want to find out.
Laura’s groans of ecstasy grew, and grew.  I was just beginning to give up hope when at last she grabbed me by the back of the head, pulled me savage-tight against her, and snarled, in her most commanding voice: “Now.”  
I caught one large, swollen nipple between my lips, began to suckle for all I was worth.  She gasped and shook, her enormous body thrashing.  She came, and she grew.  When her grip didn’t relent in the slightest, I knew I wasn’t done.  I pinched her hard between my teeth, tugging, pulling, knowing I couldn’t hurt her at this size.  She went stock-still and silent, the only indication that she was cumming the sudden and dramatic surge of growth that in seconds put her out of my reach entirely .  When she bent toward me, I thought she was just bringing herself back to my level.  But then she took my tiny hand and forced it roughly between her thighs.  “Here, too.”
This went on for longer than I can say.  Every time I’d think she was finished, that finally she MUST be spent, or at the very least in need a glass of water, Laura would loudly order me to continue.  My arms were getting tired, my hand on the verge of cramping, my shoulders ached from where her increasingly enormous weight rested against me.  But still she demanded I go on, and still she swelled bigger.  
At some point, in addition to the moans and trembling shrieks of pleasure, I became aware she was giggling.  It was a frightening, manic sort of sound, as beautiful as it was disconcerting.  The sound a person would make if they were deliriously, impossibly happy.  The sound a person would make if they were about to rule the world.
Finally she gave me a pair of hard slaps on the back.  “Okay.  Okay.”  She stood, repeating the word several more times, her sweat-dappled stomach pressing against my face and neck.  Both her arms wrapped around me to keep from falling.  She swayed back and forth, like a great tree on a windy day.  I swayed with her, bracing as best as I could, knowing I couldn’t hope to catch her if she started to fall.  At long last she brushed a few wet streaks of hair from her eyes, and stepped back to admire her handywork.
She was…big.  Bigger than my normal height of six feet, and by quite a wide margin too.  She’d told me she wanted to make up for her shrinking, ‘and then some.’  Well, we’d certainly accomplished THAT.  I don’t know if she was the largest human I’ve ever seen in real life, but God, she must’ve been close.  Her head reached nearly all the way to the top of the arched passage to the hallway.  Every part of her was visibly too large for the room in which she stood.  By contrast, the top of MY head was well-beneath the bottoms of her ponderous breasts – and my eyes were only JUST level with her navel.  Even as big as she was, I could still see her growing: slower, and much more subtly than before, but impossible to miss.
Laura smiled an exhausted sort of smile as she stared down at me from on high, probably making the same sort of observations I had been.  How small I must look to her.  How tiny my apartment must seem.  After many seconds she cleared her throat, the sound breaking the silence like a cannon shot.  “Now then,” she purred, her fingers settling with an iron-like grip on my upper arm.  “It’s time for your punishment.”

She pulled me along toward the couch.  I resisted – more an act of instinct than because I had even the remotest chance against her.  I doubt Laura even noticed.  By now she was almost twice my height.  I probably couldn’t have budged her even an inch if my life depended on it.

She sat down prettily, making herself comfortable.  She spent some time fixing her somewhat disheveled hair with one hand, the other holding me as I struggled.  When she was good and ready, she took me by the waist, and pulled me bodily onto the couch beside her.  Sitting beside her this way, my feet dangling many inches above the floor, it was impossible to miss that the girl beside me was gigantic in her own right.  Of course EVERYTHING was gigantic to me at just a shade under four feet tall.  But Laura was clearly at a different scale, noticeably too big for the space which was occupied.  The couch in particular was obviously made for a much smaller person.  Her knees were at a somewhat awkward angle as she sat, the head rest stopped almost a foot beneath her shoulders, and her ample backside more than filled the cushion on which she sat.

“So!” she began, her voice cheery.  “Shrinking me was bad.”  She turned a smirking gaze upon me, and I felt my blood run cold.

“L-Laura, come on!” I stammered.  “Haven’t I a-already been punished?  I mean, okay, helping you grow like that WAS, ah, really hot, but, well, it already made up for the few inches my teasing made you lose, so, I mean….”  A little grunt escaped my lips as she gripped me by the upper arm, and gave me a sharp pull.  She easily drew me across her lap, setting me with both knees pressed against the side of her massive thigh.  She held my wrists together on the opposite side her body, pinning both of them effortlessly with one massive hand.  Again, I struggled, and again, it was beyond useless.  “H-hey, wait!” I squeaked.  “Let’s talk about this!  You’ve never…never s-spanked me when you were big like this before.  Are you sure….”

“You know you really aren’t doing yourself any favors here little boy.  On the contrary, the more you protest, the worse things are likely to go for you.”  Her voice was still cheerful, almost bubbly, despite having dropped half an octave with her growth.  I suspect she WANTED to maintain a dark, scary persona, but was just having too much fun to stay in that character for long.  It was painfully obvious she was enjoying this, that she was deeply amused at the effect her size was having on me.  I was shaking.  I was blushing.  I was so hard that I felt that, if she didn’t give me some attention soon, I might literally DIE of frustration.  “Now, you better hold very still for me.  That little ass of yours IS pretty tiny, after all.”  She paused for a long moment, watching as I tried to get myself under control enough to obey, biting my lower lip.  “What, no more complaints, no arguing?  Did my little boy forget how to speak?  Aww!  That’s so CUTE!”

Laura pulled my hands forward several inches, dragging me further across her lap, until my legs were almost entirely off the ground.  The only parts of my body still in contact with the couch were my forearms, and the very tips of my toes.  It felt horribly exposed with all my weigh resting on her thighs, whatever balance I had subject to the smallest movements of her body.  Her legs felt warm and pleasant beneath me – soft, and still faintly slick from the exertions of her growth.  “So, I want to hear that adorable little voice of yours.  Have to make sure it still works, don’t we?”  She was trying incredibly hard not to giggle.  “That’s why, you’re going to count for me, aren’t you cutie?”

Her hand came down – but very, very gently.  Not much more than a light pat on my undefended backside.  I arched my back, groaning, but the sound was clearly one of disappointment.  Wrongfooted, I almost forgot my instructions right off the bat.  “O-one.”

She shifted beneath me, allowing me to bring my knees in closer to my stomach so I was more comfortable.  Laura waited until I was ready, and I had time to brace as I felt her arm lifting behind me.  “Two!”  This one had been much harder – above the threshold of pain, but still easily endurable, and FAR more enjoyable.  I couldn’t have stopped myself from communicating all of this with my moan if I had tried.  Laura chuckled.  She was playing me like an instrument, warming me up for what was to come. 

“Threeeeee!” and “FOUR!” were both much harder, and she gave me a moment to recover after the latter, even lightly massaging on my lower back for a moment.  The flat of her hand pressed rhythmically against my tailbone, making me thrust, letting me grind against her enormous lap.  I could already feel the soft surface of her thigh getting slick with my precum.

“You’re doing a good job sweetie,” she whispered, as I let out a low moan punctuated in time to her massaging.  “Those sounds you’re making are really hot, you know that Jaden?  I’d like them a little louder though.  Let’s see.  I think you can take a bit more, don’t you agree?”

I didn’t have time to respond.  Her hand was flying toward me before I even had time to work out the meaning behind her words.  The blow was a sharp thud against my already sore backside, and it was a too much.  I winced, and would have curled into a ball on her lap had she not still held me restrained.  She chuckled again, rubbing my throbbing ass with her cool hand by way of moderation.  “There there sweet boy.  Okay.  It’s okay.  I know that was a lot.  But it IS a punishment after all, isn’t it.  But we don’t have to go that hard again.  We’ll just have to find another way to make sure you learn your lesson.”  She sniffed.  “And you know what?  You forgot to count.”

My hands were lifted, and a moment later my torso followed.  She held me with my arms fully extended over my head, on my knees before her.  My cock stood out just an inch or so above her thigh, twitching gently in time with my pulse.  I felt tingly and dazed, and was still faintly out of breath.  Every light in the room was much too bright.  Laura was removing the cap of the Baby Aspirin bottle with her free hand.  She dumped out several tablets onto the end table, and selected one, pinching it carefully between thumb and forefinger.  The giantess held it up to my lips.

“Open.”

 What could I do but obey?

“Swallow.”

I swallowed.  She made me look into her eyes as we waited, her face practically glowing with anticipation, her eyes shining the most brilliant blue I have ever seen.  I wanted to look away, knowing what was coming.  My cheeks burned.  Little tears of embarrassment built up in the corners of my eyes.  But with her gaze so intent on me, I didn’t dare to turn away.

 It came on me suddenly.  Unbidden, a tiny mouse-squeak of a moan escaped my lips.  And then, I began to shrink.

 Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she lowered me back across her lap.  I waited, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest, sensing the danger of her palm somewhere high, high above me.  The shifting of her weight again let me know it was coming an instant before I felt it.  “Six!” I cried, tears running free and lightly staining my cheeks.  The warmth and pain of the strike reverberated through my body, arching hot against my groin, and I shrank through a cocktail of shame and want. 

 I managed to keep count for seven and eight.  After that, numbers were beyond me.  Each time she slapped me I felt her hand was bigger.  Each time my body flooded with endorphins, my body convulsed, and I dwindled in a sudden punctuated burst.  Each time she was obliged to tighten her grip on my wrist to keep my hands from slipping free.  And each time, the pain seemed to matter a bit less, and my anticipation for her next punishment seemed to grow.

 “What do you think baby?  Had enough?”  The words seemed to come from far away, as though spoken underwater.  Her voice was deep and powerful, but brimmed with compassion.  I became aware that she hadn’t struck me in some time now.  My mind had been…elsewhere.  “Jaden…are you sorry yet?”

“Yes,” I sighed, even the single word requiring a monumental effort. 

 Easily, she rolled me over in her lap.  I must’ve weighed almost nothing at all to her now.  I couldn’t make my eyes focus – everything was blurry and oversaturated.  But I could tell Laura was an absolute titaness.  With my head resting on her thigh, my entire body almost fit across her lap, with my legs dangling lazily from a point about halfway up my calves.

 She cradled me this way for a time, stroking my hair, letting me float…then suddenly brought me back to reality.  I felt my cock being lifted, teased with something very soft, then suddenly and gently stroked between a massive thumb and forefinger.  My entire body spasmed, and I let out a choked, gasping sigh.

 It’s an amazing thing, to hear a woman three times your size giggle like a schoolgirl.  “That was fun sweetie.  You know how much I love being the big scary domme for you.  But…are you ready for something a bit sweeter now?  Want me to be nice to you?”

I nodded bashfully, my eyes barely opened slits as I stared up at an angelic face that nearly filled my vision, yet seemed so, so far above me.

 “Want me to keep touching you like this?”

My moan was long, and deep, as she squeezed me a bit more firmly this time.  My hips bucked uncontrollably as I tried to match her movements.

 “Hm?  Can you use your words for me please?”

 “Yes Laura, please.  Please I want it so bad!”

Again, she giggled.  Cradling me to her chest, I felt the mountain of a woman lifting herself to her feet beneath me.  I held onto her as best I could, clinging to her with affection and need.  The drop to the floor was many times my height, but fear didn’t cross my mind at all.  I trusted her completely. 

 With slow, measured steps, she carried me off toward my bedroom.  “You’re always so sweet when you’re tiny like this,” she said, giving me a little nuzzle.  “Especially after a good spanking.  Isn’t that right?”

 I nodded, clinging to her a little tighter.

She bent at the threshold to my room, ducking to avoid bumping her head on the doorframe.  The part of me that can’t ever stop calculating, even in moments like this, estimated that meant she was around seven feet tall.  Given our size differences, it probably meant I was just a smidge over two feet tall.  Those numbers were meaningless, even if I couldn’t help but count them.  She was big – impossibly big – in a way that I could never hope to oppose.  I was utterly at her mercy.  And she was smiling at me.  That was enough.

Laura held me against her body with one hand as she bent to pull back the covers.  She set me down in the precise center of my bed, and went to turn on the light.  Again I was separated from her in my smallness, and again it made me uneasy.  I could sense her presence in the dark room, could hear her moving about, yet she seemed so far away.  It feels pathetic to admit this…but I really didn’t want to be alone just then, even for those few seconds it took her to find the switch in the dark.

The bedside lamp was low to the ground and set dim, not nearly enough light to properly illuminate the room.  Its glow had a warm, reddish tint, and as Laura moved she cast weird shadows around my room.  It made the bedroom look strange and alien in its vastness.  With the light behind her, most of the triple-sized giantess was in silhouette to me.  Parts of her came into sharp relief only when she moved, when the light struck her just right – one side of her face, or the curve of her hip, or the immense tear-shaped swell of one of her breasts.  My expression must’ve conveyed some of what I was feeling, because Laura smiled, and cupped my cheek.  “It’s okay sweetie.  I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere.  I’m not going to leave your side again until this is all over, okay?” 

She climbed part-way up on the bed beside me, one knee resting against my thigh while her other foot remained on the floor.  In this position she could reach every part of me, and she barely even had to extend her arm to do so.  It was such a simple thing, and expressed so casually – the way someone so big would address herself to me.  But it made her titanic size ever more real. 

She began to stroke her way down my body, using the flat of a palm that was even wider than my shoulders, pressing against me as gently as she could.  “That’s it.  Nothing to be afraid of baby.  Just breath.  Just relax.  You’re safe now, and I’m not going to do anything to make you feel bad.  I promise.  Aw, there, see?  I love it when you smile like that.  Feeling better, huh?”  Her voice was so warm, so reassuring.  Where before I was floating on a wave of endorphins, now I could feel myself sinking.  My heart was slow and even.  Everything else beyond this room, even the room itself, seemed unimportant.  There was Laura…her voice…her hand on my body. 

“Oh, do YOU want to touch ME too, cutie?  This is supposed to be all about YOU right now.”  It took me a moment to realize what she meant.  Without meaning to I had reached out to her, placing my hand against her thigh, begun to stroke.  It was as if I was anchoring myself to her.  Something real, something inarguable.  That, and…I wanted to touch between her legs, to feel how wet treating me like this was making her.  I wanted that ultimate reassurance, concrete proof of her mutual desire to have me this small.  But she was just too big, that soft place where her legs came together much too far away.  At my size, in this position, I could barely reach past her knee.

Laura knew what I wanted, of course.  She placed her free hand over mine, giving me a brief squeeze of affection.  She looked down into my eyes, and began to touch herself on my behalf.  It was the tactile sensation of her excitement that I had craved, and this was an imperfect substitute.  But in its absence, the smell of her, the clear wet sounds as she teased herself, the soft reverberation of her deep-throated groans – they were enough.  “There baby.  You see how much this is turning me on, teasing you like this, having you so perfectly small?  God, this is so hot, Jaden.  I could get myself off for the rest of the night, just watching you stare up at me with that cute, timid little look on your face.”  She let out a long, drawn out moan, leaning back to make sure I could see her finger drawing a rough line between her lips, making certain that the light allowed me to see how wet she was getting. 

She paused then in stroking me, the heel of her hand resting just beneath my sternum, the tips of her fingers resting all the way down against my inner thigh.  “Aww, but here I’ve been looking after my OWN pleasure, when my poor little boy has been just aching for it since I got here!”  She spread her fingers wide as she stroked me, my cock slipping easily between the place where her index and middle finger came together.  God it looked tiny like that.  Slowly, rhythmically, she began to massage me, closing her grip to give my manhood sensual little squeezes, working her way from base to tip, and back again.  My voice cracked, and I would have sat up involuntarily under the sheer force of pleasure had not the weight of her hand prevented it.  “Shh baby, shh.  I know it’s a lot.  Do you want me to make you cum?  I can, you know.  Any time I want.  All I’d have to do is…”  She squeezed just a bit harder.

“Please Laura please please make me cum!”  My fingernails dug into her thigh as I stared helplessly up into her giant face.

Laura dimpled.  “Jaden.”  She took in a long, deep breath, letting it out through her nose…but then I felt her grip relax.  “DON’T cum.”

My groan of frustration changed in tone halfway through as she went back to squeezing me gently.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.”  She chuckled.  “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.  And I promise you’re very close.  What is it you always say to me?  ‘It’s not cruel if you’re actually going to deliver?’  Well, you’re GOING to cum for me Jaden, and soon.  But only when I say.  And only when I‘m ready.  Okay?”

I nodded, gripping her tighter, trying to keep my breathing even.

She shifted, began to run both hands all over my body in random, soft little strokes.  Even her smallest finger was a bit bigger than my manhood, and she teased and wrestled me with it, occasionally pausing to stroke just behind my head with the tip of her thumb.  “I have to say, it’s just GLORIOUS being on the other end of that exchange.  Being told not to cum, I mean.  How many times have you used THAT particular trick on me?”  She chuckled, eyes shining, trapping my entire length beneath her palm and giving me several quick squeezes before releasing me again.  “How you feel everything inside you building to that moment, how much you NEED the other person to say that one single word to you.  How everything hinges on hearing it.”  Laura let out a long, lusty sigh.  The scent of her was getting stronger now.  “How in that instant, when you’re SO small, when you’ve been driven right up to the very edge, that wonderful, bigger person is your world.  All they have to do is say that one, tiny little word.  And then….” 

The giantess moaned again, a strong shiver running through her body.  It was that telltale sign, and the shifting of her gigantic shadows that forced me to notice: Laura was shrinking again.  Not fast, and not much – perhaps she had lost two or three inches in all the time she’d been teasing me.  At our scales, such a small loss made absolutely no difference at all.  But still!  I fought past a particularly brutal stroke of hers, catching the moan between my teeth, and opened my mouth to say something, to warn her.

“Hush.”

She smiled benevolently, still massaging me.  “I know I’m shrinking.  I can feel it.  Honestly, I could feel it last time, too.  On the couch.  I tried to fight it, but….”  She shrugged.  Laura took me by the shoulders then, moving me until my head was just beneath my pillows, crawling onto the bed to join me.  “It’s hard sometimes, to keep from losing the thread for a second.  To not slip back into being the small one.  Maybe it’s okay if I lose it entirely sometimes.  I might like that.  For tonight, though, I know one thing for certain.”  She smiled, positioning herself high, high above me, trapping my entire body between her thighs as she stroked my hair.  I was caught helpless under her immensity as she prepared to mount me.  “Right now, little boy?  You are much, MUCH smaller than me.  And I like that, too.  So.  Are you ready?”

Meekly, I took hold of her gigantic thighs, bracing myself against them with both hands.  I nodded.

Laura was careful, as she lowered herself down on me.  She rested both arms against my headboard, holding the bulk of her weight this way, protecting me as she pressed down.  I felt my cock easily slip between her thighs.  There was no resistance – I was much too small for that.  There was only warmth, and softness, and a melting sensation that told me I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.  Far above Laura squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a satisfied little moan – but it was more the sound of a person receiving an especially good shoulder rub than someone crying out in ecstasy.  That was okay.  Hadn’t she said this was supposed to be about me now?  So I relaxed, and let myself experience her.  She was so soft, and velvety-smooth.  I could feel her juices soaking the entire lower half of my body, running down to cover my stomach and thighs.

Slowly at first, Laura began to move, grinding me against her, pressing me harder and harder into the mattress with each stroke.  There was a cool inevitability about it.  The certain knowledge that soon, she was going to say the word.  In the meantime, it was all I could do to keep from tumbling over the edge without her permission.  She helped me here, breaking her rhythm every so often when she felt I was getting too close, moving in a circular motion once, pausing for long seconds with only the barest fraction of her weight against me another time.  Her big, thumb-sized clit was close now, so close, and when I reached out to stroke it she whimpered, giving a little double-nod of approval.  The timbre of her voice changed at once from one of mere satisfaction, to lust.

“Jaden.”

I looked up at her, a creature of purest need, my eyes thinly lidded slits.

“Do you want to cum?”

I stroked her clit faster, and nodded.

“After all of this, you still haven’t learned?”  She chuckled, the sound modulated in time to the movement of my hand against her.  “You need to use your words, baby.  So tell me what it is you want.”  She ground against me expertly, saying in all the subtly ways that nothing would happen until she was satisfied.

“Laura…please…I want to cum.  Please let me cum, please!”

She nodded.  One hand came down to press against her mons.  With two enormous fingers she spread her lips for me just the smallest bit, giving me better access to her clit, letting me bring her to the edge as well.  She held us there, thrusting and moaning, until we were both at the precipice.  It was only seconds, but it was agony. 

“Jaden.  CUM.  NOW.”

I felt it build past the point of no return almost at once, approaching my release as she thrust desperately against my little body.  A few seconds before my moment arrived, I felt Laura’s orgasm begin.  Her muscles clenched and spasmed against my cock, tightening to the point that, for just those few heartbeats, it was possible to forget that she was bigger than me at all.  That, it turned out, was my final thought, before thought was no longer possible.

She stroked my cheek as I recovered, easily holding my entire head in the palm of her hand.  I shook, and gasped, overwhelmed by what I had just experienced, my nerves firing random noise as I slowly came down.  Laura said nothing, barely moved.  She stayed close, letting me cling to her like a drowning man adrift at sea.  It was only after my breathing returned to normal, that my muscles began to unclench and relax, that she climbed off me.  The sensation of my cock sliding out of her was briefly too much, and I gasped.  Laura chuckled.  She climbed into bed beside me, pulling the covers over both of us, obliged to pull her knees in tight lest her feet hang over the edge of the queen-sized mattress.  She held me against her breasts, the littlest of little spoons.  Listening to her slow, steady breathing, I was asleep in minutes.

Hours later, I awoke to that awkward brightness that comes with the realization that you went to bed with the lights still on.  My finger was on the switch before I realized what a minor miracle it was that I could even reach.  I was still small, though much more manageably so – perhaps five feet even.  Laura was curled up on the bed beside me, and had rolled into the empty space between us when I moved.  The covers had been cast askew in the night, leaving almost her entire body exposed, and as I prepared to settle back down, I fixed them.  She gave a drowsy little squeak of thanks, still deeply asleep, and pulled them in tighter around her body.

For a moment, I thought she might be back to her normal size.  But as I nestled down beside her again, it was clear at once that wasn’t true.  She was quite a bit smaller.  I took her in my arms, my chest against hers, holding her close.  I smiled.  There was no need to guess, no cause to calculate.  We were exactly the same size.

She was gone when I woke, leaving nothing but an empty coffee cup and a faint memory of my hand squeezing hers as she kissed me goodbye, with the early-morning light still grey through the curtains.  It’s a long way back into the city, and Wednesday is an early day for her.  I was glad she’d let me sleep, though I felt a little guilty for not saying a proper goodbye.

Sipping a cup of reheated coffee I checked my phone, and got a warm little glow when I saw I had a message.

“Last night was SO good.  😘”

I smiled sleepily, and spent a few minutes composing my reply.  “It really, really was.  I know you said you had some surprises, haha~  I never suspected you liked playing THAT sort of domme.”

Her response came back at once.  “Too much?”

Yet again I had to think about my wording.  Not wanting to leave her hanging, I sent the most important part first.  “No.”  I finished my coffee, and went on with my morning routine.  It wasn’t until I finished shaving that I was happy with the rest of it.  “It surprised me for sure.  Plus I don’t think our size differences have ever been THAT big.  It was a little scary, especially when you were being mean.  BUT I still felt safe even then.  You always make me feel safe.”

I had two messages waiting when I stepped out of the shower.  I read them around the wet fingerprints I left on the screen.  “I have some pretty big feelings for you.”  And then: “Hey we’re almost out of Baby Aspirin.  Pick some up?”

Both bottles were sitting on my bedside table.  The one labelled “Aspirin” was still nearly full, with only a single tablet missing.  It had surprised me when Laura brought it out the previous evening – we hadn’t even discussed the possibility of such a thing before.  But of course she knows me.  There was no way I was going to say no.  I lifted the other bottle, giving it a little shake.  It made a lonely, hollow sort of sound.  Yep – almost empty.

In the bathroom, I extracted the last two pills from the bottle, and thought for a moment about how one disposes of such things.  With only slight misgivings, I dropped both tablets into the sink, and let the water run for a bit.  That was probably fine.  Now I was left with the matter of deciding how best to refill the bottle.  I was actually out of the original source of the joke, and so I needed something else that was equally harmless.  In the end, I decided on my Vitamin C supplements.  Yes, that seemed like a good choice.  You could take almost as many as you wanted without suffering any ill effects.  Even better, they leave the faintest, sweet aftertaste.  It might be the citric acid, but honestly, I expect they add a little sugar to these things to make them go down easy.

“Handled.”

My phone buzzed as I was filling my to-go mug.  I was already running late, but I risked one quick glance on the way out the door.

“Your turn next week? 🙈”

I smirked evilly, leaning against the door as I typed.  “I’ve already got some ideas.”