Melanie's Story

[KingTim]

Hope you finish this story! I've bene loving it!

[Rusco57]

Yes, me too.

[Rocket]

HI!

Yes, I have the next two chapters in draft - just been bogged down between work/life and other projects lately. Hope to have something posted before too long, sorry for the delay!

[Rusco57]

That's ok. I think we're all hoping you keep going with this fascinating tale. It takes time, particularly with other commitments.

[Rocket]

I debated whether to go ahead and tell the girls what was going on. They knew I’d brought them here to Melanie’s old apartment for the last two days, at least in part because of my concern that they could be in danger at the house. They also knew now, that we suspected Andrew wasn’t as innocent in all this as we originally thought. Though I suspected only Cindy and Melanie knew how deep that rabbit hole went. That Andrew was in regular contact with the rest of the criminal organization using a separate email address – and may have been financing it, some out of the company’s funds and some out of his own. I kinda wished I still had those ledgers to take a deeper dive into, but I had to give those back to the sarge after I used them to help link the mysterious NXT (I still didn’t know the sleaseball’s name) to the last two victims (Kim and Erin) and possibly to the mansion where they had continued their research in an underground bunker. Which is where we found Cindy and Becky being held in a cage.

That got me thinking about NXT, the surveillance and then the rescue we mounted to free Kim and Erin. I’d informed the sarge and given him what info I had (mostly) once I had them safely away from that compound. Yet I hadn’t heard any follow-up. Sarge had come the next day and taken statements from both of them. Had the police ever gotten a search warrant? Had they arrested NXT? Wasn’t that like over a week ago? Though so much was going on day to day it was all a blur sometimes.

Soon I’d need to update the girls on everything going on. Everything. They’d know soon enough. Though I didn’t want them getting angry with Cindy over what her husband had pulled – she was easily as much a victim as they were. And if NXT and his people were still out there, were they still searching for us? Or were they some of the people that were watching the house and working with Andrew … and then breaking into the house?

And of course, Andrew was still out there wreaking havoc.

I needed to give sarge a call in the morning. What I’d say to him I wasn’t sure yet, but I needed to fill him in regarding Andrew somehow. Granted, before now we only had two pieces of evidence – one, what he’d said to me (and there was no way I could talk to sarge about the circumstances in which he’d said that – NO way) and two, a bunch of email communications between Andrew and the criminals, though right now nobody knew (besides Melanie, Maria, and now Cindy) that I had downloaded that email archive from the scientists’ server before they were able to wipe it. NOW, we actually had some hard evidence to back it up – including video feed, and I supposed now if we went back to the house, the back door and the office were a crime scene. I really hoped they didn’t destroy the back door, though that was secondary right now.

I suspected I’d just have to lead with the hard evidence – and wait on the other information in-case of necessity.

I got up to head back into the bedroom. Some of the girls glanced up at me as I walked in, but they went right back to watching their movie. They all looked comfortable and … quite engrossed in whatever they were watching. So I didn’t bother talking to them about what happened at the house. That could wait.

For now, I just tried to relax, though my mind was running. Not only about the situation with Andrew – and maybe NXT was involved? - I definitely planned on having a talk with the sarge in the morning. Both to fill him in on what happened and to get some update on NXT. If they hadn’t gotten a search warrant yet and hadn’t gone in making arrests, that’s one possible explanation for where Andrew’s ‘helpers’ came from. Either that or he had other partners that we hadn’t discovered yet. Now once I did talk to the sarge – I had to tell him the machine was stolen, didn’t I? That was key evidence. And it could tie him directly to everything else.

I could think of SEVERAL complications though. First off, if they hauled in Andrew and began questioning him, would he start talking about what he was doing at the house (the FIRST time)? Hell, he was there to have sex, Cindy was naive enough to set up the whole thing (before she knew what she knows now) and she put me in a position where it was too late to say no, and instead I was there to make sure Andrew didn’t get out of hand. And I did … get carried away for a bit before I stopped myself. The biggest risk here was if Andrew decided he was going down anyway, and wanted to drag me down with. The police would then know I didn’t put a stop to it (doesn’t matter if I didn’t know about it until the last minute) and potentially they’d hear I also participated. Now Cindy was awake/aware for at least some of that, and I knew she’d vouch for me, that she put me in that position and she wasn’t thinking clearly when she orchestrated the rendezvous, and likely she’d argue vehmently that I was trying to make sure it didn’t get out of hand … but would the police believe her enough? Or worse, would they say I should have put a stop to it despite Cindy’s manipulation and implicate me for just having been there? No, I had to hope that if Andrew was going down for being involved in the scheme, that he’d have the sense not to dig himself a deeper hole by admitting to something where he could potentially be facing a rape charge. It’s one thing when the girls know and agree to play along – as they had with me several times – and it’s another to be brainwashed and then be with someone they’d never have agreed to be with.

The next complication, was that I was already testing the restoration process with the new machine that I built/redesigned myself. The expectation had been that I’d figure out how to make the other machine work in reverse. Now I know it wasn’t possible with the sub-par equipment they used to build it – and technically when the scientists told Andrew it was impossible, it wasn’t with their equipment. But scientifically it was. So were they lying, stretching the truth, or did they really think it wasn’t possible. They weren’t the brightest bulbs in the box, so maybe they really didn’t think it could be done. And Andrew hung his hat on that.

Getting back to the issue at hand, the girls were more than anxious for me to start using the machine – on at least one of them. I suspected if we talked about it at breakfast tomorrow, I’d get volunteers even after bringing up all the potential risks. They’d seen it used already several times, they’d been monitoring the five squirrels and even performing some tests on them throughout the afternoon, and I knew they were more than ready – antsy – to take that risk. But if I started restoring them and then told the sarge that we’d been here for two days and the machine was stolen … wouldn’t it then become obvious I’d built another machine? Or was I over-thinking this.

I’d have to come up with a coherent story and make sure the girls all bought into it.

For now though, I just lay back, half-watching the movie and half wrapped up in my thoughts. So I didn’t even notice Melanie walking over to check on me until I felt her punching me in the thigh.

I glanced down at her and she smiled. “Hey babe.”

“Hey honey. Did we wear you out already?”

I snorted. “Maybe. Though I have a lot on my mind too.”

No sense explaining, she knew. She lifted her arms, signaling for me to pick her up. So I wrapped my fingers around her and brought her up to my face. I just looked at her for a few moments, her bare bottom in my palm, her perky bare breasts … before I knew it I was absently stroking her thigh with my thumb, while she looked into my eyes. She nudged herself over onto her side until my thumb brushed her tiny cunt, and when I realized, she giggled. “You need a break. Let’s see if I can take your mind elsewhere for a few minutes.” And at that, she lay back in my hand, using both hands to pull my thumb against her chest, and then spread her legs, looked at me and said with a smirk, “I’m all yours, come and take me.”

I smirked and lifted her to my lips, kissing her tiny feet first and then wrapping my lips around her bottom and caressing her with the tip of my tongue until she started moaning. I pulled back, and she started to whimper before realizing I was switching to my little finger. I ran it up and down her and then along her tiny labia until her quivering lips parted, and I slowly entered her, eliciting a gasp. As I drove my finger deeper, she thrust her hips as if she could push herself further, though I had total control and she knew it and wanted it, her eyes begging me to take her and make her climax. It didn’t take long to make that happen, and I was rewarded with her little body trembling in my hand, her most intimate parts releasing her juices for me to taste.

Once she came down from her high, I kissed her and set her down on my chest. She settled into a comfortable position, on her stomach, her tiny breasts brushing my skin, to watch the rest of the movie. Once the movie was over, the other girls got up and made their way towards me, walking carefully and sometimes having to step over the blanket where it was bunched up. Some of them needed a bathroom break before bed, so I brought the whole group to the bathroom – making three trips to carry them all – and then back to the bed, where they nestled in next to me (brave of them, as I could shmush them if I rolled over at night) and then I reached over to turn off the light and go to sleep myself.

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The next morning, as the girls started to wake up, I enjoyed watching them yawn and stretch their tiny arms. Cindy stood up, nudged me in the bare thigh, and quipped, “So what do you have planned for us this morning? We weren’t expecting you to give us the rest of the night off.”

I flashed a grin and replied, “I wasn’t sure if you all wanted me to keep going. I put you through a lot earlier in the day, didn’t I?”

Maria piped up. “Maybe at times, but that was OUR choice. We decided you deserve this, your last chance to have fun with all of us together. You’ll never have seven willing girls like us at once after this. So …” she looked me right in the eye, “listen buddy, we’re doing this for you, so you’d better take advantage of it while you can.”

I reached down and gently scooped up Maria and Cindy, holding them in front of me. “So, ladies, what do you suggest?”

Cindy smirked. “You do still have us for a little while. Tell you what.” She turned and whispered to Maria and I saw her eyes get wide for a moment, and then she nodded and smirked at me. “How about we all take a shower together?”

Maria gave me a sly grin. “We’ve been itching to try it anyway. Last chance.”

I just looked at them both for a minute.

Cindy shrugged. “It’s morning. We gotta wash up anyway. Right?”

I snorted. “You’re both alright with that? Damn, you’re getting me all hot and bothered again.”

Maria smirked. “That’s the idea. Now c’mon, let’s do this and then we can get dressed and have breakfast.”

So at that, I brought them to the bathroom and set them down on the floor outside the shower, and then went back and made two more trips to get the others. Who weren’t terribly surprised, as I suppose they’d heard the conversation, or perhaps it was discussed prior. In fact, Melanie and Becky looked amused. Though both of them had done this with me before.

Kim must have half-listened back when Becky talked about her ‘experience’ and now she was asking questions.

“Basically, he’ll soap you up and rub you against his body” I heard Becky say.

“And … what if he drops me? I’ll be slippery. That’s a long fall.”

“He’s really careful” Becky replied. “And gentle” she added, with a slight grin.

“You actually enjoyed it?”

Becky giggled. “Of course. It’s … kinda intimate, but … in a totally different way. Except I … wasn’t too into being used to wash his feet.” She grimaced. “Nah … I didn’t like that. But the rest was fun.”

Kim didn’t answer right away but she seemed to be looking at my feet. Well, I can certainly wash those myself. I wasn’t even planning this to begin with, Cindy and Maria seemed to be nudging me to do it. I shaved at the sink first while they were talking, I’d feel guilty leaving one of the girls sore and red from rubbing against my stubble, so I owed them that much at least. Besides, I was still trying to figure out in my head how to use all seven of them. They may be a lot of fun sometimes, but they can be a lot of work too.

So I got the water started and then once it started to warm up I stepped in and asked the girls to step in as well, before closing the shower door behind them.

I started off with Cindy, being one of the instigators yet again. I lifted her up and held her in front of me for a moment. She smirked and asked “So how does this work?”

I smirked back. “I’m going to soap you up and rub your body all over me.”

She snorted. “Simple enough. Just don’t drop me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” At that I held her under the soap dispenser and pumped soap onto her chest, used a couple fingers to rub it all over from her neck to her thighs, and then began to rub her over my face and neck, feeling her breasts against my cheek and ears, her nipples against my lip. She giggled when I slid her crotch against my nose and chin, and then I brought her down between my legs and slid her up and down my shaft a few times, before rubbing the soap all over the rest of her, washing her legs and little toes and caressing her between the legs with my index finger until she came, before rinsing her off.

I set her down and reached for Maria, lifting her up and pumping her with soap. She squirmed as the soap plopped onto her chest, and then giggled as I used my fingers to spread it all over her. Once she stopped giggling, she asked where I was going to ‘use’ her. With a smirk of course. I ended up running her body up and down my arm, shoulder and armpit, and then brought her down to my shaft, where like with Cindy, I slid her up and down it a few times. Unlike Cindy, I then held Maria at the head of my dick, held her legs apart, and rubbed her against it until she came.

When I lifted her trembling little body back up to eye level, she was wide eyed and exclaimed, “I didn’t know you could do that!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Was that alright?”

She sighed. “Definitely. I’d have asked you to do that sooner if I’d known.” Then in a lower voice, she added, “I bet Cindy’s jealous now.” She smirked.

As I finished washing her off and rinsing her, I said, “I suppose I could do that again, at least until each of you are restored. You know I’m not going to risk restoring everyone at once.”

Her smirk got wider. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I smirked right back at her. “You know, I remember a time when it would actually fit.”

It took her a moment to digest that and then she gasped, and then laughed. “Damn, you’re right! It’s been so long. Maybe … we can try that again. Once you … restore me. Umm … if you want?”

I rinsed her off and then brought her to my lips and kissed her chest. “Maybe.”

Setting her down, I looked around and said, “Who’s next?” Then I reached for Keisha, lathered her with soap and began rubbing her body against my chest, before lowering her between my legs, rubbing her against my balls and shaft, and then as with Maria, I pressed Keisha against the head of my dick and rubbed her there until she came. I rinsed her off and moved on to Erin for my left leg and Kim for my right leg. Each time, bringing them to climax by rubbing them against the head of my dick.

That left Melanie and Becky. I lifted them both up, one in each hand, and kissed them. Then I lifted Becky up to my nose and nudged her legs apart, while I wrapped my lips around Melanie’s thighs. While I began to caress Melanie’s cunt with the tip of my tongue, I rubbed Becky’s cunt against the tip of my nose. I not only managed to get them both off, I was able to see Becky’s reaction right in my face – not just her climax but her surprise at how I made it happen.

I gave them both a couple moments to come down from their highs – not too long of course – and then pumped soap over Becky’s chest and held my two hands together. “Becky, rub your chest all over Melanie’s chest until you’re both covered in soap.” I got a surprised look from both of them, but Becky giggled and then got on her knees and met Melanie and the two of them rubbed their chests together. It looked a little awkward but they made an effort. And it was amusing to watch – for me anyway. For the most part I got them to wash each other, while I held them both just securely enough to keep them in my cupped hands.

Once they’d finished with each other, instead of rinsing them off, I said, “Ready, ladies?” with a smirk.

Melanie looked up and said, “Ready for what?”

“To help me finish off that bad boy down there.” I motioned downward and it took her a moment but then she realized what I meant and her eyes got wide. I added, “Just go with it, babe.” She snorted.

So at that, I lowered them both between my legs, Becky in one hand and Melanie in the other. I slid them over my ass, my balls, and then held them against my shaft and began to slide them – gently – up and down it. I was already pretty stiff from all this stimulation and it didn’t take long for the volcano to erupt, so to speak. I brought them near the head as my hot sperm shot out, hitting them both in their chests and chins. They looked a mess, and I helped them wash off AGAIN, but damn it felt good.

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After we’d finished in the shower and everyone got dressed, I served up breakfast at the table, all the girls joining me – and wearing clothes for the first time in a day. Back to normal, so to speak. At least OUR normal.

As we ate, I thought for a moment as I looked at the girls. I knew as soon as I began restoring them, things would change. Quickly. Though solving this puzzle was the main reason everyone had stuck with me – not just the girls but Sarge as well. The expectation that if anyone could bring them back, it would be me.

So I started explaining to the girls, exactly why I’d brought them all here to Melanie’s old apartment – our suspicions about Andrew’s ties to not just the original scientists, but to NXT as well, and our discovery about what he’d been planning for Cindy and Becky. That revelation led to a couple shudders, as well as some sympathy for the two of them – which I suppose was much better than any of them having suspicions that Cindy was somehow responsible in any way for what Andrew did. The hypnosis thing notwithstanding, though I hoped for Cindy’s sake that THAT piece didn’t come out once the cops came for Andrew.

Then I got into what happened last night – that Andrew HAD come by the house, and when we weren’t there, he didn’t leave – he hung out in his car for a while – and others came by. It appeared at least one person was there in front of the house the whole next day, and then at night they went around the back, broke in … and stole the machine.

“What?!” exclaimed Keisha. “The machine you were … “

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Then … why are you so calm about this?” she stammered. And then as if she suddenly realized I didn’t NEED the machine, she said “OH!”

“Yeah. Yes it was the original machine. But it doesn’t work.”

Kim spoke up for the first time. “It certainly worked … on US!”

“Yes, but it doesn’t work any more. In fact, there’s no way they’ll ever get it to work. Not without the element … and I removed the element from that machine before we left.”

“Umm … won’t they realize it’s missing?”

“Maybe, or maybe not. Melanie … “ she looked up at me. “You remember when we went to the lab, and I found those polycarbonate blocks, like the one they’d encased their sample of element in?” She nodded. “I … filled one of those with … something else. So it will look similar to the element, unless they have a way to test it, though they likely have no point of reference, and I don’t know whether they even have the original records. Remember, they erased the servers and brought their lab notebooks to the mansion, where we were able to confiscate them after the raid. So it’s possible they’ll try to run it and just be stumped about why it’s not doing what they want it to do.” I smirked.

“Is that why you had to build another one … because it was broken?”

I shook my head. “No, technically the old machine COULD work … at shrinking only … if they still had the element. Without the element it’ll never work though. And I had to build a new machine because the original was never capable of running the restoration routine. The parts couldn’t generate the right inverse matter wavelength. That’s part of why the new machine was so expensive … and it would have been worse without buying surplus parts. I’d have had to mortgage the house just to buy the parts. I’m still amazed with all the resources they had, that these scientists used cheaper parts.”

“So … what do we do now?”

“Well, I’d like to call Sarge and fill him in on what’s transpired. Plus, I really need to ask him about NXT. I gave him the exact location and details of the compound after we rescued you and Erin, and I thought they were going to raid the place and arrest NXT, but … I suspect some of those men staking out the house might have been from that compound.”

Several of the girls shuddered at that thought.

“And when I talk to Sarge, I have a little trick up my sleeve.”

“What’s that?” I heard from several of the girls.

I grinned. “I hid a tiny GPS tracker inside the circuitry on the machine.”

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So by mid-morning, we were discussing whether to pack up and head back to the house. I felt that was the better place to meet Sarge, if he needed to come talk to us. Plus the fewer people that knew about Melanie’s apartment the better – we were still paying on the lease for another three months so it made sense to use this as a safe house, but only if we could keep it a secret from everyone else. A safe house would be useless if others knew how to find us here. On the flip side, some of the girls were nervous about returning to my house a day after a break-in. And I agreed there was always the possibility Andrew or his henchmen would come back looking for something – either the element (if they ever figured out that what was in the machine was a fake) or something else. Though I really did hope if I gave this info to Sarge – our evidence that Andrew was involved, the recordings from the break-in, and the location of the machine – he’d be able to assemble a team, get a warrant and round up Andrew and his people before they could cause any more trouble.

We came to a compromise – I would bring the girls with me back to the house to meet Sarge, but we’d be ‘at the ready’ to head back to the apartment afterwards if the girls didn’t feel safe.

That resolved, I called Sarge and spent a while on the phone explaining all this. He was pretty skeptical about Andrew’s involvement – the guy’s first wife was Sarge’s sister after all, and Andrew was the father of Sarge’s niece Becky. But I convinced him that we had hard evidence. So he agreed to meet at the house and I could show him the video feed.

Before we left, I went ahead and shrunk the squirrels and cage again, so we could bring them back with us to the house. Safer to release them there anyway.

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As we drove back to the house, the topic of restoration came up again. As in, now that I’d built a machine capable of reversing the shrinking process and tested it numerous times on both objects and the squirrels, some of the girls were convinced the machine was ready to test on THEM. Like NOW.

So I reiterated the risks. If this were any other situation, the machine would go through months of testing before anyone would consider testing it on a person. Though they’d all been shrunk already, and the process was similar, just inverse. And their lives had all been profoundly affected by that – in addition to the great danger they faced just by being tiny in a world of normal-sized people. It really came down to who was brave enough to be the guinea pig. I told them I was willing to compromise and restore one of them, and let’s see how it goes, make sure no ill effects, before we try it on the rest of them.

“I think I should do it” replied Keisha.

“Why you?” I asked. It was a rhetorical question, I suspected I knew the answer but wanted to be sure she did.

“Because I’m a police officer. I’m supposed to be protecting the public, and if I can’t do that, at least I can protect the rest of us. And I can help you, so for once you’re not doing everything yourself.”

I nodded. “I had a feeling you’d want to volunteer. But you do understand the risks? The most intelligent thing we’ve tried this on is the squirrels – and yeah, we’ve done as many observation tests as we could on them, but it’s not like we can do a cognitive test and confirm there weren’t any ill effects. I … just want to make sure you know the risks.”

She sighed. “Yeah. And that’s another reason why I should be the first.”

I just looked at her for a moment, while we were stopped at a traffic light. “Okay. But we’ll get set up this afternoon, after Sarge leaves. I don’t want to rush into this, and it’ll give you some time in-case you reconsider.”

“Fair enough.”

A couple of the girls stammered about wanting to also volunteer to be first, but Keisha had a pretty good argument. She and the others kept discussing as I drove the rest of the way home, and by the time we pulled into the garage, they’d more or less come to an agreement. Keisha would go first, but if there were no ill effects, they wanted me to start restoring some of the others right away. I did interject and convinced them to at least wait a day. As long as they’d been like this – ranging from a month for Kim and Erin to several months for Cindy and Melanie – what was one more day for safety’s sake?

So we managed to get back into the house, and I turned the girls loose as I walked around, inspecting the damage – mostly to the back door. It was just last month (though it seemed so much longer) that they’d broken into the front door and I had to have the door jamb rebuilt. Now I was looking at the same thing for the back door. But at least with the back, I could put something up to block the door from opening in the meantime, so it wasn’t an immediate crisis. Beyond that, it was just a matter of cleaning up. A few dents in the wall but nothing major. I’d taken the computer with me, which was good because my desk certainly looked like it had been pawed over.

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By the time Sarge came by, all the girls had changed and were waiting on the kitchen table, fully dressed of course, and sipping either coffee or water from thimble cups.

I led him into the kitchen and he grunted at the girls, though he offered a brief smile to his niece Becky as he sat down and pulled out his notebook. I did start out asking him about NXT, he says there was a limit to what they could do, it’s outside his jurisdiction – in another county – and the chief wasn’t quite ready to get another county’s police force involved, as it would mean bringing them up to speed with everything else too. He apparently wanted to keep the circle of people who knew about this – about the shrinking machine primarily – as small as possible. So, while they were able to keep watch over the property from a distance, they didn’t conduct a raid as I’d hoped, and NXT had not been taken into custody yet.

I walked him through the story with Andrew, though early on he asked how Andrew knew where to go to begin with. Cindy volunteered that she’d invited him over just to talk; I noticed she said nothing about arranging a second visit.

Melanie and I were the only others who knew what Cindy had done, inviting Andrew back with the plan to ‘seduce the stodgy old guy and rekindle her marriage’ that had backfired in spectacular fashion. Instead, she learned (or rather, I learned and told her, given how she’d hypnotized all the girls and then asked me to hypnotize her too) that he had a completely different, dark side that he’d kept hidden from her. I wondered if we would have ever found out about his plans in time, if she hadn’t done what she did … though if the others ever learned that she’d hypnotized them not just so they wouldn’t know, but so that she could offer 7 girls for Andrew to have fun with … the fallout would be ugly. For Cindy’s sake, I was willing to keep my mouth shut and it seemed she was too. The only other person who knew was Andrew himself, though would he reveal that information knowing he’d be incriminating himself further in the process? It was a risk.

Anyway, I pulled up the video feed on my laptop and heard several groans and grunts as he watched Andrew and others he appeared to know, hanging out in front of the property for a whole day, and then after dark, the footage of them walking around the side of the house, and the inside footage of them inside the house and stealing the machine.

Then I pulled up the tracking app and searched for the machine. Cindy and Becky both gasped when they saw where it landed.

The machine was at Andrew’s mansion.

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Now, the machine didn’t stay at Andrew’s mansion, but according to the tracker, it was there for several hours. It then appeared to head to the warehouse district. I suspected they were going to set up another lab to continue their research, but why stay in the city? Unless they meant to test it first. And if that was the case, maybe there was a chance to catch them before they fled.

At least that’s what Sarge was hoping. He left but said he’d call if there was news … or if they needed one of us. The latter implied the possibility that there’d be another victim. I didn’t tell him the element was missing – in fact I’d avoided talking to anyone outside our circle about the element, in order to avoid them putting the pieces together. Better for them to just suspect the machine might still work, if it meant they’d hurry to get a warrant and raid the place … and better for all of them if they couldn’t figure out why it didn’t work. Andrew may figure it out, since he did know about the element, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.

So with that done and Sarge on his way to hopefully organize a raid, I turned back to the girls. Everyone being in the kitchen already, I went ahead and started making lunch. Of course, the talk turned back to when was I going to use the machine.

“Can you do it today?” asked Cindy.

I looked at Keisha. “Do you think you’re ready? You know the risks.”

She nodded. “Yeah, and we’ve already gone over this. I’m the best choice to be first. You know why and I know you agree with me.”

I sighed. “True. Alright. This afternoon, then. I’ll use the machine to restore you. Now you’ll be out cold for a little while – I’m hoping more like 30 to 60 minutes and not half a day, since we’re using a purified sample of the element and much better equipment, but it could still take a lot out of you. So if you’re alright with it, I’ll carry you to the bed and you can rest there.”

She scrunched her little nose.

I shrugged. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you … naked.”

She snorted. “No, it’s not that. Hell, if I feel like it afterwards I might be up for some … “ she glanced at Melanie and then back at me. “I’m just curious what it’s like with you the … normal way. Just once.” She winked.

Melanie responded, “I’m alright with that. I think. As long as I get him back afterwards.”

Keisha smirked. “Don’t worry, girl. I’m not gonna steal him. Just … we’ve all been through so much, and been so close, you all are like sisters to me.”

Becky giggled and Maria quipped, “Sisters? Damn, did you forget most of us have spent the last few weeks making out with each other?”

Cindy added, “Some of us more times than I can count.”

I said, “Y’all are going to start getting me horny again, talking like that.”

Melanie responded, “Honey, you’re ALWAYS horny.”

“Well, in my defense, I’m constantly surrounded by gorgeous women.”

“Not for too much longer, if this works” pointed out Kim.

“Oh!” exclaimed Keisha. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I … guess it’s just sinking in. This is it … if this works, I’ll only be tiny for … a few hours.”

“I suppose so.”

“Well in that case … “ she looked around at the others. “Hey, can I ask you something in private?”

“Sure.” I held out my hand and she stepped into it and sat down. I lifted her up slowly and then stepped out of the room and held her up. “So what’s up?”

She smirked. “Since … my time like this is almost up. I suppose I can do something for you one last time.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, maybe a couple things.”

“Go on.”

“I … I don’t know why I’m embarrassed to say it, after everything we’ve done already. But … I want to feel your … finger inside me. Just once more. And then I can pay you back, if you … can put some briefs on?”

I smirked. “As if I would refuse an offer like that.”

“Okay. Tell you what, let’s go back in the bedroom for a minute. I’ll strip and I want to watch you change. Then we’ll get it on one last time.”

So I brought her to the bedroom and set her down on the bed, while I pulled a pair of briefs out of the back of the drawer and dropped my pants. She just stood there on the bed watching – and nibbling her lower lip – and then as I began to pull my briefs on, she quickly shed her Barbie-doll velcro top and skirt, possibly for the last time.

I sat down on the bed and lifted her up, and she lay back in my hand and parted her legs. Yes, the others were hanging out on the kitchen table – and they’d be stuck there until I came back – but I didn’t want to rush it with Keisha if this really was her last time. So I traced her features with the tip of my finger, her curves, her stomach, her breasts. I traced between her little breasts and then held them between my finger and thumb, gently kneading them until her nipples were hard as pebbles. Then I brought her up to my lips and wrapped them around her swollen breasts, teasing her stiff nipples with the tip of my tongue. A little purr escaped from her as I toyed with her tiny breasts.

Eventually I pulled back, eliciting a sigh from her. She was content to lay back and leave me in charge. So I traced my finger along her leg and then her inner thigh, and she responded by stretching her legs wider and pulling them up to her chest. I lifted her to my lips again and kissed her, my lips encompassing her entire midsection, her ass and thighs and pussy. I lingered there for a few moments, and then pulled back again and finally brought my little finger up to her inner thighs and brushed her sensitive folds. She gasped and whispered “Yes!” as she lay there, eyes closed, eagerly awaiting what would come next. I ran my little finger along her folds until they parted, their wetness coating the tip of my finger. I slowly, gently worked my way to her tiny hole, and she gasped again as I touched it. When I entered her, she thrust her hips, in a futile attempt to push my finger deeper. I went slowly, deliberately, driving my finger millimeter by millimeter deeper into her, wanting to draw it out for her, knowing it would be her last time.

When I finally did push deep inside of her, enough that even slight movements of my finger visibly moved the skin and muscles of her abdomen, she was already on the verge of climax. I worked several orgasms out of her, one after the other, and both my finger and her thighs were soaked by the time I gently withdrew.

Keisha looked up at me, her face a mix of awe and joy and lust, her tiny heart beating hard, her breaths still a little erratic, a bead of sweat running along the valley between her tiny breasts. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Once her breathing steadied, she whispered, “That was so … amazing. It … almost … makes me want to stay tiny like this, just … stay with you like this.”

I replied softly, “You know, it might be possible to do this again sometime. You know, take a week of vacation and come live in the dollhouse again.”

She snorted. “I suppose it worked for the squirrels, didn’t it?”

“Apparently so. They ARE still acting like normal squirrels after two or three rounds of this.”

She smirked. “It’s tempting. I might consider that, if … this afternoon goes well.”

“It would be my pleasure to … spend time with you again like this. Sometime.”

“Then it’s a deal. But first … “ she glanced down at my crotch. “I think I owe you something in return.”

“Oh, by all means, don’t let me stop you.” I grinned.

“Mind if I take it slow? You did wear me out, after all.”

“Actually, I’d really like that.” So at that, I pulled back the waistband and lowered her into my briefs, and she nestled up to my balls. I closed her in and gently pulled my shorts up before returning to the kitchen, where the other girls were all waiting, some more patiently than others.

“What took you so long?” quipped Cindy.

“And where is … “ Maria started to say, and then her eyes fell to my crotch and she snorted. “Oh shit. Did you make her do that?”

I smirked. “Actually it was her request. One last time while she still can.”

Some of the others nodded. “Fair enough. So afterwards, you’re really going to try to restore her?”

“Yeah.”

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Once I got the others down off the kitchen table and turned them loose, I headed for the sofa and lounged with my feet up, intending to just enjoy the experience of Keisha making love to me for the last time. At least the last time as a tiny person. Maybe. The idea of being able to take the girls back and forth between tiny and normal on-demand was intriguing. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Keisha wasn’t the only one who would have an interest in … being able to return to their old lives but experience being tiny again in the future, knowing I could bring them back when they’re ready.

It would certainly make for an interesting dynamic within our little circle.

As I pondered that, I just relaxed and savored the feel of Keisha between my legs, her tiny feet against my thighs, her tiny arms around the base of my shaft, her little breasts pressing into it as she planted tiny kisses around the sensitive areas. She was taking her time, and I was fine with that.

Eventually she did pick up the pace, and I felt her tiny thighs wrapped around my base, her feet against my balls and her arms stroking the underside. She slowly crawled up to the tip and began kissing it, running her tiny tongue along it and then inside, French-kissing the tip as if it were another set of lips. The girls had all figured out by now, how much I loved that sensation, so they all liked to do that for me as I got close. I had to restrain the involuntary urge to thrust my hips, as I felt my cock throbbing under her. Soon, I also felt her tiny arms gripping the head of my cock as tightly as she could, just before I erupted, coating her in a bath of hot sperm.

I rested for a couple minutes after, savoring the experience, before I finally got up – carefully – and made my way to the bathroom. Once there I slowly slid down my shorts, and then pulled back the waistband of my briefs and gently retrieved Keisha before she became glued to my cock. An amusing thought jumped into my head, picturing one of the girls left in my briefs long enough that she was literally glued to my cock when the semen dried. It would be erotic for me … but probably not so much for her. I doubted any of them would enjoy it if I left them there a little while, hanging off my cock as I walked around the house naked.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I held her for a moment, covered and sticky. She smirked. “So how was I?”

“That was amazing, Keisha. Probably your best ever.” She beamed. “How about we get you washed off before everything’s stuck on you.”

She snorted. “That would be good. Feel free to take your time washing me, seeing as it may be our last time. I still can’t believe by evening I’ll be back to normal.”

“Will you miss this?”

“Maybe. Yeah, I will. But I miss my old life too. And I’m excited about going back to that.”

“Do you think you’ll take off and return to work as soon as you’re able?”

“I … don’t know. Actually, unless Sarge tells me I have to, I’d rather stick around. You’ve been doing all this by yourself for so long. I can help. And … as a police officer, I can help protect them until everyone’s restored. Speaking of which … how soon are you thinking it’ll be safe to do the others?”

“I’d … rather take it slow. I know they’re all anxious. Let’s see how it goes with you. Give it a day. Make sure there’s no problems. That you’re feeling alright. Then we’ll see.”

She nodded. “Fair enough.”

So at that, I ran warm water in the sink and slowly, carefully washed every inch of her, every tiny part. And then gently blotted her dry. She sat on the towel and watched me as I removed my wet, sticky briefs, washed down there with a damp washcloth, and then I lifted her in one hand and my shorts in the other, walked back to the bedroom and found a pair of boxers. I got a couple knowing smirks as Maria and Cindy saw me leave the bathroom with Keisha in-hand.

“Should I put these back on?” asked Keisha, motioning to the Barbie clothes she’d shed, still sitting on the bed.

“Actually, if you don’t mind wearing your birthday suit, I have something else for you afterwards when you wake up.”

She raised her eyebrows. “A surprise?”

I smirked. “A surprise. For after.”

Then I brought her back to my office, where she waited patiently as I got the portable shrinking machine set up. The others started to make their way in, one or two at a time, and by the time I was ready, we had a full audience standing off to the side.

I looked at Keisha and pointed to where she should stand. She stepped over to that spot. Then I said, “Just stand still, but you don’t have to hold your breath or anything. Be natural. Just don’t go doing cartwheels while I try to aim the laser.”

She giggled. A nervous giggle, but at least it helped break the tension a little.

“Alright. Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready.”

And then I pointed the laser and pulled the trigger.

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As soon as I pointed the laser at tiny Keisha and pulled the trigger, I realized I had a problem.

What the hell was I thinking?

I quickly looked to the floor to confirm that I wasn’t about to squish someone underfoot – that would be disastrous for obvious reasons – and then the moment the beam stopped, I ran to Keisha’s side, careful not to touch her as she was … growing. Yes, growing. From her almost-10-inches former state, to not quite five and a half feet (about 1.6 meters for the rest of the world) … and as soon as she reached that height, she fainted, and I reached out to catch her before she hit the floor.

Stupid mistake. I should have remembered she was going to pass out and should have had her lay on the floor. It wasn’t much of an issue for the squirrels – they were already on all fours and had what, two inches to fall? And it’s not like the furniture was going to pass out. But Keisha could have come away with a broken shoulder, or at least some bruises. I owed her better than that.

So, I caught her in my arms as she collapsed.

I took a moment to orient myself and take a breath, and then looped an arm under her knees and lifted her up, intending to take her to the bed and lay her down. Though I stopped, as a couple things caught my eye. One, of course, was the girls, who for a fleeting moment were on the verge of panic, before some of them started to realize the problem. The other, was Keisha. It was a sudden reminder that I hadn’t actually been with a woman who wasn’t tiny, since the day before Maria was captured and shrunk at the lab … the day I first had to rescue both Maria and Melanie, knock out the two scientists (putting me on their radar, though I suppose Melanie’s appearance, returning to the lab when they thought she was securely ‘housed’ and being observed, did that as well) and then steal one of the lab notebooks (the one that described Melanie’s shrinking and subsequent experiments on her) and tap a backdoor into their server. How many weeks had that been? So strange that having a ‘normal sized’ naked woman in my arms would feel so different, but I’d been entirely around tiny women for weeks.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I said, “It’s alright. My fault, I should have had her lay down or sit in a chair. I knew she’d pass out but … it wasn’t a problem with anything we tested, even the squirrels. So … “

Maria piped up, “It’s fine. You know now. It was probably more the shock of seeing you shout and run, we all thought something went wrong.”

I shook my head. “No. Sorry to alarm you guys. If Keisha gets through this and all goes well, let’s make sure the rest of you are laying on the floor when I do this.”

Cindy snorted. I suppose she wasn’t TOO shook up.

So I carefully stepped forward, the girls scurrying out of the way, and walked to the bedroom, where I lay Keisha down. She looked peaceful, breathing normally, just asleep. I made a mental note to keep track of the time. I tried not to get too distracted; though I felt like I’d explored every inch of her intimately while she was tiny, everything looked a little different at ‘normal’ size. Her round breasts, her curves, the little bush of hair above her … I stopped myself before I got caught up, and gently pulled the sheet up over her while she lay. I debated whether to let the girls up here, but figured I shouldn’t in-case she swings her arms or legs when she wakes up – and does something she’ll regret later, like kicking one of the girls off the bed. She’d be disoriented at first, I had no doubt.. Best to let her rest and recover. It’s not like I was going to restore the others the same day. And we were already back at the house, I wasn’t expecting to have to hurry and leave again any minute.

So we waited.

I did ask the girls to stay close, enough to know when she starts stirring, but where they could duck for cover if needed. Probably an over-precaution, but until we got through this with Keisha, we had no idea how someone would react. Just going by Maria and Keisha post-shrinking, since I was there when they awoke, they both seemed a little disoriented and flailed – I remember with Maria, having to hold her out of fear she’d rip out the stitches I’d put in to close her gash. In both cases the disorientation was at least brief. Of course, in both cases they would have remembered being held against their will and then shrunk, and that would be their last waking memory before they awoke in their miniature state. It might be different this time, with Keisha knowing she was going through this before she passed out. I supposed we’d know soon.

Either way, I asked the girls to keep watch – from a safe distance – and for one of them to come get me if she woke before I returned.

I had a little task to perform first. One that Keisha would no doubt appreciate once she came to.

So that done, I returned to the bedroom. It had been about 20 minutes since her restoration. The girls were still hanging out, though not too close to Keisha’s side of the bed – heeding my warning that she might be disoriented when she wakes. The squirrels seemed to take 30-40 minutes to wake. And though I had no experience with shrinking the squirrels on the old machine, I suspected they would have been knocked out much longer. I knew for Maria and Keisha that it had been closer to half a day, but I also knew the original machine had a lower quality laser and more importantly, a less purified sample of the element. Still, we were in uncharted territory. Would it be faster than with the squirrels? Or slower, given the complexities of the human body?

So we waited.

I did sit in the bed next to her – which gave the girls a little more confidence to come closer, though I still wasn’t going to chance them coming up on the bed until Keisha was awake. A small part of me was tempted to take another look at her under the sheets … but I was already pretty familiar with every inch of her body, even if I had only seen – and held – her in miniature until right now. Besides, the girls were right there, if I started pulling stuff like that with Keisha passed out, they’d start to wonder if I’d do the same with them. I suspected some of them wouldn’t be all that bothered by it. Not after weeks of frequent … intimacy. We were past the 30 minute mark now. So, longer than some of the squirrels.

Finally, around 45 minutes, I heard a soft moan as she started to stir. I reached out and held her hand, through the bedsheet. She groaned, but so far hadn’t started flailing yet, which I supposed was good. Maybe the early disorientation and panic were a carryover from what happened to them immediately before shrinking. If so, this was good – right?

And then she shrieked.

At which point, everybody jumped – including me. Until I realized the shriek wasn’t of panic, but Keisha starting to wake up and realizing … the whole world around her just got smaller. Or more accurately, she got bigger.

“Keisha, take a deep breath.”

Her eyes darted to me, wide as saucers as she took everything in. “It worked!” she shrieked. Then she shot up and wrapped her arms around me. And then quickly sucked in a breath. “OH!”

“What’s wrong?” I exclaimed.

“Just … dizzy. I shouldn’t do that … so quickly I guess.” She just held onto me, her head on my shoulder, for a few moments, and then started to take in her surroundings. “Wow. Everything looks … so different. So … NORMAL. I … forgot what it was like.” And then she started snickering.

I gave her a look. “What’s so funny?”

She snorted. “I was just thinking about how I … spent time … down THERE … “ she pointed at my crotch and burst out laughing again. “I’m … sorry. It’s not you. It’s just the absurdity of the whole … situation. To think that a few hours ago, I could have nestled up … next to your ball sack, hugging a cock almost as tall as I was, and slipping my tongue inside it. Now … the whole thing would fit … inside ME. It’s mind-boggling.”

I gave her a sideways grin.

“Shit. You know, talking about absurd. I think … I KNOW … this whole experience sexed me up. A month ago, I would NOT start blathering on about sex. Now, it’s … “ she sighed. “Not that it was bad, mind you. I … was pretty … umm, satisfied. If you know what I mean.” She sighed again. “It’s a good thing I have a dark complexion, it’s hard for people to tell when I’m blushing.”

I snorted. “Don’t worry about it. This is all between us … the eight of us. I wouldn’t go talking about all this in the office … or is it precinct?“

She laughed. “Can you imagine?”

“Yeah. But we’re all … hopefully you consider all of us close friends. Maybe even me? So … “

She smiled. “Yes, you’re all … hell, every one of us has had sex with each other. I think that makes us more than friends. Or is it … friends with benefits? I think that’s what they call it. You know, before all this, if I’d passed you on the street, I probably wouldn’t have given you the time of day. But now … “ She shrugged. And then smirked.

“Well, I don’t think you should do too much right now. Just rest. It goes without saying this is the first time we’ve done this, so while you seem like you’re doing fine, we just want to be safe and be sure there aren’t any problems. Though … feel free to keep flashing your chest at me.” I grinned.

Her eyes got wide. And then she laughed. “Shit. How long ago did the sheet fall down?” She sighed. “It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. I shouldn’t be embarrassed at this point. Though … it’s a little different now.”

I nodded. “True.”

So at that point I helped the others up to the bed to see the ‘big’ Keisha, and then went back to the kitchen and brought her a bottle of water.

“No coffee?”

“Not YET. Let’s make sure you’re all good and healthy before we start loading you up on caffeine, alright?”

She frowned. “Fine.” She took the water bottle and looked at it in her hand for a moment. “Wow. I guess all this stuff is going to start hitting me. I’ve gotten so used to drinking out of thimbles … “

“Do you want me to enlarge a thimble so you can … “

“NO!” She laughed. “Don’t you dare!”

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After about an hour of Keisha lounging around and chatting it up with the girls (I was in and out of the room, occasionally asking questions or checking her vitals and recording them in my notebook), she asked, “Is there something I can … wear? I mean, I assume you’re not opposed to be walking around in my birthday suit all day.” I heard more than one snort from the girls. “But I can’t exactly go outside like this. And at some point I need to … get back to … normal. Or whatever. I want to stay around to help, especially if there are still bad guys out there, but it’s kinda hard to do naked. You know?” She smirked.

I smirked back. “Not that I’m opposed to you being naked all day. Not at all. BUT, I do have a little surprise for you.”

She grinned. “For ME?”

“Yep. Be right back.”

As I was leaving, Keisha asked, “Any of you know what this surprise is?” I didn’t stay to hear an answer, though I’d arranged this while the girls were busy so they might not have known.

I returned a couple minutes later, with Keisha’s original police uniform, cleaned and folded, all the way down to her socks and panties. She gave me a grin as I set them down on the bed. “How’s this?”

“Perfect. Except … where are my … “

Before she could finish, I handed her a separate bag. “Be careful with that. This is everything, even down to your pistol, which might still be loaded. You know how to use that better than I do, so … “

She glanced in the bag. “Chill. The safety is on. But I would NOT leave it sitting in a paper bag.”

“No. You know, when you were first shrunk and Sarge called us for help, I actually took the gun away while you were out – I was afraid you’d try to shoot me when you woke up. Even if it was tiny, I figured it would still hurt.”

She snorted. “True. But I should probably … OH. Any chance I could borrow your car and go check on my place, I can grab a change of clothes and come back, it’s not far.”

I nodded. “I’m okay with that, I just think you should rest a little longer. Just to be safe. It hasn’t even been two hours since you were restored, and you were asleep for almost half of that time. You can get dressed if you want. And we can start thinking about dinner.”

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By dinner time, Keisha was washed and dressed (she dearly wanted to have a ‘normal’ shower) and was able to watch the girls while I ran out to get dinner. The cupboard wasn’t entirely bare, but we were definitely overdue for a grocery run. Something I’d done rarely in the last several weeks, as I was hesitant to leave the girls alone for very long. Having Keisha around to help meant I could go out, and the girls voted on Italian food. It was a large order, though I planned to shrink some of the dishes – the girls hadn’t had many opportunities to eat ‘normal’ food the ‘normal’ way, and now that I could both shrink and enlarge items, I wanted to give them a little bit of normalcy. Though I supposed it wasn’t really necessary – if Keisha showed no adverse effects from the restoration, all of them may be back to ‘normal’ within days. Plus I didn’t have a bottomless bank account (or limit on my credit cards …) so this was an unnecessary splurge.

I did have to have a talk with Keisha – about how to handle the girls. No heavy grip, lifting slowly, not talking too loudly. For weeks she’d been raising her tiny voice, using a strong grip … now she was in the reverse position, and she could really injure one of the girls if she wasn’t careful. She seemed to get what I was saying, and practiced lifting Cindy and Erin and talking to them while they sat in her hands. A surreal experience, she told me afterwards (and for Cindy and Erin too, just a little less so), but Keisha promised she’d be careful.

So I returned with various pasta bowls, lasagna, etc, and got to laying out paper plates and plastic utensils and shrinking them, while Keisha helped get the girls situated at the kitchen table. I even got 2 bottles of wine and plastic wine glasses and shrunk those.

I figured the girls were in a celebratory mood. And I wasn’t wrong.

People were talkative, but most of the discussion was either asking Keisha what it was like – being restored, what it felt like, what her plans were, etc – and of course, who would be next. And how soon.

“How about we see how Keisha is doing tomorrow and we’ll take it from there?” I suggested. “It’s only been a few hours!”

“But Keisha turned out fine, didn’t she?” stammered Becky.

“So far. I just want you all to be safe. After all this time, what’s one more day?” I looked right at Becky. “Are you in that big of a hurry?”

She let out a breath. “No. I guess … I’m just a little anxious. I’ve been missing the rest of the world, and it’s like … it’s right there. Though a little part of me might miss being like I am right now.” She gave me a lopsided grin. “I guess I can wait a little bit longer. Now that we know it really works.”

I nodded. “It’ll happen soon enough. Just give Keisha a day, let me make sure she’s healthy and all, and then we can figure out who’s next.”

“Okay.”

Maria chimed in, changing the subject, “So Keisha, what are you going to do right now?”

Keisha replied, “Actually, I’d like to go check on my apartment, get a change of clothes. I’ve been gone for a few weeks, I can’t imagine what my refrigerator looks like.” She scrunched her nose. “And I suppose at some point I should check in with Sergeant Joe. Though he’ll probably agree with me that I should stay close until everyone is restored. Especially with criminals still out there.”

“True. But … you haven’t had any sudden urges to … see what it’s like?”

“See WHAT?”

“What it’s like messing around, being big instead of tiny.” Maria smirked.

Keisha squinted her eyes for a moment, and then “OH. Umm … I don’t know about that. I mean … it was fun before when I was tiny. Now … I don’t know. Honestly, I think I was … hornier when I was tiny. And I can’t believe you’re talking about stuff like that anyway.”

Melanie quipped, “Well, she was horny BEFORE she was tiny. And she has first-hand experience.”

Maria spun around and said “Melanie!” with her hands on her hips. But then she laughed. “I did, didn’t I.”

“I bet THAT’s a story” quipped Kim.

“True” Maria replied. Then she sighed. “Well, I think I WOULD probably be tempted to try it again when I’m big again. But who knows.”

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After dinner, Keisha insisted on trying to go by her apartment – check on things, get a change of clothes.

And she wanted to borrow the car.

I was starting to feel like the dad telling the teenager he can’t go out because it’s a school night. She had only been restored a few hours ago – and as the ‘guinea pig’ I was still trying to keep close tabs on her in-case of any problems, though I did admit she seemed pretty normal so-far, and she was adamant that she felt fine.

So, we compromised. I would let her drive, but I had to ride along. Which meant bringing the girls along. I gathered them gently into my backpack – the one I’d customized with a view window and with handholds inside, back when we were planning the rescue of Kim and Erin. I sat in the passenger seat with the backpack on my lap. Being early summer (it was hard to believe, but it was still mid-spring when all this started, when Melanie first figured out how to dial a phone to reach me and consequently sucked me into this world) at least the sun hadn’t set yet, despite it being an hour past dinnertime.

The drive was uneventful for the most part. At least once Keisha got her bearings. She drove carefully, which I could understand given just hours ago she was tiny enough to fit in my backpack with the others. Plus for obvious reasons she hadn’t been behind the wheel of a car (or able to see out the window of a car) for weeks. I was patient, letting her take her time. She knew where to go, I didn’t. And it seemed to come back to her pretty quickly.

Soon she pulled into a parking lot outside a small apartment complex and parked.

As she let out a breath, I asked, “How are you doing?”

She gave me a sideways glance. “Oh … I’m fine. Actually, better than fine. This is great. I just … “ She blinked away a tear. “I … I don’t mean like I doubted or anything … “

“It’s okay if you had doubts, Keisha. It’s normal. It’s not like anyone’s done this before. And the idiots who did this to you, they were certain it couldn’t be done. So …” I shrugged “don’t worry about it. Let’s just go one step at a time. Do you … want me to go in with you, or do you want me to wait … “

She shook her head. “No. You can come in with me. I don’t know what I’ll find … it’s not like I was planning to be gone so long.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

What I didn’t say, not with the others right there in my lap, was that yes we had Keisha’s keys – since they were in her pocket – and possibly Maria’s (I’d have to ask her later, since it’s possible her purse was still in her locker at the lab … ) … and Melanie’s since we were able to go back and retrieve her purse … but Cindy and Becky, they both lived with Andrew, and they’d been abducted, so likely their purses, phones, keys, etc were all gone. Though come to think of it, I didn’t think any of that was discovered at the mansion. It’s possible it was stuffed somewhere in the lab, I didn’t do a thorough search of the place when I went up there later with Melanie. Andrew of course knew where they were, and so did Sarge, but now Andrew and Sarge appeared to be on opposite sides of the law. The situation was already complicated, and I doubted either of them would want to go back to Andrew’s mansion after this.

And then Erin and Kim would likely be in the same boat. Though Erin lived with her mother still, and she was the most recent victim, so overall she’d only been gone probably no more than three weeks. I had encouraged Erin to at least message her mother (from my laptop) and let her know she was safe, though coming up with stories (or excuses) about why she couldn’t just come back home … that was tricky. For Kim, the Sarge knew she was safe with me, but he wanted to keep her return quiet unless (or until) I found a way to restore her first. Well … that would be coming likely any day, now that Keisha’s restoration was so-far a success. In the meantime, nobody outside of Sarge and our little group – and I supposed now Andrew and whoever he might have told – and whoever Sarge might have told during that unsuccessful attempt to get a warrant to get into NXT’s hidden compound. I still wondered what happened with that – was the other jurisdiction just uncooperative, or was there something more at play? Was someone protecting NXT?

Well, nothing I could do about it right now. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I followed Keisha into her apartment. She had trouble pushing the door more than half way due to the pile of mail that had built up. I gently set the backpack down on the sofa, unzipping it to give the girls some breathing room and a chance to look around, while I tried to be useful by gathering her mail and stacking it on the table, separating what looked like it might be important, from the advertisements and circulars. She could take a look at it later. I let her know I was happy to help if she needed anything, and then went back to the sofa to sit and wait.

To my surprise, she didn’t take very long. Well, half an hour, but still – some women would have spend hours. She had changed and packed a small overnight bag and a laptop.

Keisha asked, “Any chance we can run by the police station on the way?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Reporting in already?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. I want to pick up my car from the lot. I’m hoping it’s still where I left it … that day. My partner was driving the patrol car. I was on duty, remember?”

I nodded. “Oh, yeah. I remember. Sure, we can go by there. Why don’t I drive then, so you can jump out and see if your car’s okay to drive. It has been sitting over three weeks, hasn’t it?”

She let out a breath. “Yeah. Okay. Deal.”

So at that, we went back to my car, and Keisha sat with the backpack in her lap, as she gave me directions. Once we got there, she asked me to pull into the lot, and she located her car, got out – gently setting the backpack on the passenger seat – and walked to her car. She took a moment to look around it before unlocking the door, climbing in, and then starting it up. She left it running as she walked back over, and I rolled the window down.

“Everything alright with it?” I asked.

“Yeah. A little rough, but I guess sitting for weeks will do that, huh?”

I nodded. “Probably. I wouldn’t worry about it, unless it keeps up. Probably a little water in the line or something.”

She snorted. “Probably. I didn’t take you for knowing your way around cars, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I’m a guy. We’re born that way. I think.”

She snorted again. “So what’s the plan, I follow you back?”

“That’s fine. I can sleep on the couch if you want. Eventually I’ll need a bigger place, but … “

She smirked. “You DON’T have to sleep on the couch. It’s fine. I want to be there to help out … and to keep watch if that weirdo shows up.”

“And so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you … don’t have any ill effects. Though so far it seems like you’re doing fine.”

She sighed. “I sure FEEL fine. But I hear you. Give me a minute and then I’ll follow you back.”

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The trip back was mostly uneventful as well. It was just starting to get dark, and I wasn’t sure if Keisha could easily find the house on her own (being as this was the first time she’d ever gone to the house on her own and not carried inside in my hand or in my backpack) so I drove slow and kept watch to make sure she didn’t lose me. I pulled into the garage and she parked on the curb in front.

Once inside, I reiterated my offer to sleep on the couch.

Keisha smirked. “I already told you, there’s no need. It’s your house, your bed. As long as you don’t mind me, there’s plenty of room for two. And besides, we’ve spent so much time in this bed already … “

I shrugged. “True, but the situation was … a little different.”

She snorted. So did at least a couple of the girls, who were standing nearby watching our exchange. “Talk about an understatement!” She paused for a moment. “Tell you what. I’m not worried about it if you’re not. You’ve already … seen everything I’ve got. And I’ve seen you … up close. It’s not like we have anything to hide. Just … go with it. But let me freshen up with the girls first before bed.”

I nodded as she fished through her overnight bag for a couple items and strolled to the bathroom. I saw her help a couple of the girls up to the sink before closing the door, careful to make sure it was clear of tiny women before she did.

After she was done in the bathroom I hopped in for a minute to freshen up and get ready for bed. When I came out in my tee and boxers, Keisha was already climbing into bed herself, and the others were making their way to their rooms in the big dollhouse across the floor. I saw Keisha got in on one side of the bed, so I came around to the other side. It struck me, the last time a normal sized woman was in this bed, was when Maria spent the night – with Melanie in between us. That was right before Melanie tried to investigate the secret Level 7 lab where she’d been shrunk originally … during which Maria was apprehended and shrunk by the two scientists up there, and I had to rescue both of them.

Keisha looked at me for a moment. “Deep in thought?” she asked.

I tried to clear my head. “Yeah. Just thinking of the last time … “

She stopped me. “I get it. No worries. It’s a little weird for me too, being this big. All my memories of this bed … it was big enough for me to run laps across it. Now if I stand up I can touch the ceiling, and I wouldn’t make it three steps without falling over the footboard.” She snorted to herself. “I’m starting to sound geeky. You must be rubbing off on me. Tell you what, just get in, we can be weirded out together.”

I laughed. “Okay, deal.”

Just then, Melanie walked over and called to get my attention. I knelt down next to her and gently lifted her up in my hands.

“Are you going to be alright tonight?” She asked. I suspected she really just wanted to know if I was planning on jumping on Keisha once I got in bed. Not that she could do anything about it, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet, and Keisha had only been restored a few hours ago.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Do you want to sleep up here with me?”

She smirked. “With the two of you? Nah. I’ll be fine up here. Now … if she really wants to … do more than sleep tonight, I’m not going to be mad at you. But don’t be pushing her if she doesn’t want to. Alright?”

“Alright. I won’t.”

“Okay. Good night honey. I love you.”

I kissed her gently on the side of her face, and she kissed my lower lip. I whispered, “Love you too, babe. See you in the morning.”

Then I set her down and watched her scamper back to the dollhouse. I watched her climb the little stairs and lay down in her little bed. For a moment I recalled one of our hornier moments, when some of the girls encouraged me to reach inside the window and snatch them up for a quick rendesvoux. Which usually amounted to my getting them off with my tongue and then returning them to their little bedroom. I smirked at the memory.

Standing back up, I climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet up, turning onto my side and propping my head up to look at her.

“Doing alright?” she asked.

“Yeah. Goodnight, Keisha.”

Before I could lay back onto the pillow, she leaned over, brought her lips to mine and kissed me. “Thank you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

She snorted. “Are you kidding? For giving me my life back. All the work you put in, trying to figure this all out. If you hadn’t, I could have ended up tiny for the rest of my life. Who else was going to be able to solve this?”

“Oh, I suppose someone could if they had the right … resources … knowledge … “

“Don’t sell yourself short. What you did was … just short of a miracle. You saw how much we appreciated your efforts. Especially the last couple weeks.”

I smirked. “Yeah.”

“And I KNOW you enjoyed it.”

“True. I did. I’ll probably be missing it more when you all … grow up and move out.”

She giggled. “That’s one way of putting it. And we had fun too, even if we were doing it for you. We already knew you were going to figure it out. If anyone could it would be you.” She looked a little more serious when she said again, “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome. And I really did enjoy spending so much time with all of you.”

That elicited another snort. “Spending time. Be honest, you enjoyed us crawling around down THERE.” She pointed in the general direction of my cock.

I just grinned. Then I almost said it was cool to be the only guy ever to experience that, but … that wasn’t really true, was it. The two thugs who called themselves scientists, had Cindy and Becky doing some nasty things down there. And who knows what they did with Melanie, Erin or Kim when they were out cold. And we all heard about some of the things NXT did with Erin and Kim … not to mention that when I rescued them I’d found Erin … held to his limp dick with a rubberband. And then what Melanie’s siblings did with her for the month they held her captive. I shuddered. Then I thought about Andrew and felt a flash of guilt. Even if it was Cindy who set all that up – and put me in that position – I could have done more to stop it. Though that episode was what tipped us off to Andrew’s dark ulterior motives.

Keisha must have noticed the change in my expression. She whispered, “A lot on your mind?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I was just thinking for a moment about what the others went through, at least before they were rescued.”

She frowned. “I suppose I was lucky, Maria and I both, at least in that regard. I’ve heard them talk.” Her eyes softened. “Believe me, all of us were way better off with you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

She flashed a smile. “Tell you what. You need something to take your mind off all that stuff. Think about what you’ve done for all of us, not just figuring out how to fix this, but taking care of everyone for so long on your own. And how much we appreciate it. How much we appreciate you. So … indulge me a little here.”

She leaned in again, pressed her lips to mine and kissed me hard.

When she pulled back, she looked me in the eyes for a moment and then said, “Just don’t go expecting this every night. This is a one time deal. If I want to do it again sometime, it’s my call. Deal?”

I nodded. “Deal.”

At that, she climbed on top of me, under the sheets, and for the next hour we made love. The old fashioned way. And for a while I didn’t think about much besides the young woman wrapped in my arms, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips pressed to mine, nothing separating us. I briefly wondered if Melanie knew this was going to happen when she spoke to me before bed.

And then I felt Keisha’s pussy muscles clench down on the base of my cock, and after that I really wasn’t thinking at all.

[sallyfourth]

Good story. Nicely done.

Seeya

[Rusco57]

Very good, I'm looking forward to the others being restored and to Andrew seeing his wife and daughter turn up. , wouldn't be surprised if they beat the snot outta him...
But then, can't have violence here or you'll lose your 'G' rating...lol...

[Rocket]

The next morning, I awoke to find Keisha had already gotten up and … started making breakfast? At least that’s what it sounded like – I could hear something sizzling in a skillet. It’s a small house, after all.

I started to get up – and realized my boxers were still on the floor next to the bed. Once my feet hit the floor I reached for them and slid them on. I pretended to ignore Cindy and Erin smirking at me. Though I suppose all of them knew what Keisha and I did last night. It’s not like she was quiet, even if I tried to be. It surprised me, though I suppose it shouldn’t have. She howled and moaned a lot when she was tiny and writhing in my hand, but now that she had normal-sized vocal cords – to go with the normal-sized rest of her – I supposed it would have been hard for the other girls to sleep through it. Especially when they were just a few feet from the end of the bed.

I was pretty sure I’d hear about it during breakfast.

Moving on, I headed to the bathroom first for a quick pit-stop. Melanie and Becky were up in the sink, cleaning up and getting ready for the morning. To her credit, Melanie didn’t press me on the issue. I did give her a quick kiss, and she kissed me back on the corner of my lip.

Then I made my way to the kitchen to check on Keisha. And my jaw about hit the floor, not only at the sight of her making bacon, eggs and pancakes – she must have had a lot of energy – but she was already washed and dressed. Mostly. She looked kinda cute padding around in bare feet.

“Somebody was up early” I said as I walked in.

She snorted. “More like somebody slept in.” She looked back and grinned. “Did I wear you out?”

I stepped up and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re full of energy this morning.”

“I AM!” she exclaimed. “I’m excited about being … myself again. And … “ she lowered her voice to a whisper “… I forgot how much fun it was to … be in control during sex. Mind you, all those times you held me in your hand and made me cum hard” she smirked “… those were so much fun, I’d almost consider going back just for more.” She looked me in the eyes and said “Almost. Don’t get any ideas. I’m my own woman again, and I like it.”

“I like you this way too. The ‘normal’ you is … almost as sexy as holding you in my hand. Almost.”

She laughed. “You just get off on holding naked girls.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Touche’.”

At that I left her to finish breakfast while I took a few minutes to shave and freshen up. By the time I returned, in a tee shirt and shorts, three of the girls were already up on the table eating. I helped lift the others up to the table. As Keisha handed me a plate of food, I remarked, “You’re going to spoil me.”

Keisha snorted. “You’ve been spoiling us for weeks. This is nothing. Believe me.”

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As we ate, the conversation predictably started with Keisha and how she was feeling and what it was like being restored … and of course the dirtier minds in the group asking what it was like in bed with me. As if I wasn’t even there, sheesh. To Keisha’s credit she tried to deflect those questions, though I supposed it’s not like they all didn’t know already. But once we got past those questions, the obvious big question became who would go next. And how soon.

“Tell you what. Keisha, if you’re okay with it, I’ll check you out once more, make sure there’s nothing out of the ordinary, and then we can start talking about who’s next.”

“And when. Like, today?” chirped Maria.

I nodded. “Possibly today. Just be aware, this is what we call an N-of-1 study. It means we’ve tested this one time, on one person. That doesn’t guarantee there won’t be hiccups for the next person. Or the person after that. The more experience we get with this, the more certainty we have.”

“All the more reason to keep going” added Kim.

I nodded. “Alright. So after we eat, I’ll run some tests on Keisha.” I turned to her. “If you’re alright with that.”

She snorted. “Like I wouldn’t be?”

“Okay. And then you all can vote amongst yourselves to decide who’s next. As long as you all are aware of the risks.”

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After breakfast, Keisha sat with me in the kitchen while the others took off, likely to continue their discussion of who should go next. She looked at me and smirked. “So, what kind of exam is this, are you expecting me to strip?”

I grinned. “Oh, I wish. Hell, if I was a doctor and not just a scientist, I’d be more than happy to give you a thorough breast exam … and maybe a vaginal exam.”

She laughed. “Oh, I bet.”

“Alas, all I’m really equipped to do is check your vitals and motor skills.” I sighed.

“Well that’s alright. Keep doing what you’re doing, and … we’ll see. Who knows, maybe you’ll get your chance.” She winked.

At that, I went ahead and checked her vitals, her vision, we did walking and balance tests. She checked out fine on everything. More than fine. She looked normal and told me she felt normal. Pretty much just as she was before the day she was shrunk. I just hoped we were this successful with the others too.

Just as we were finishing up, my phone rang. It was Sergeant Joe. I gave Keisha a look. Nobody outside our group knew that she’d been restored – and that included Sarge. Should we say something now? Or wait? She hadn’t reported in yet – and intended to stay with me to help watch over the others. While Sarge might agree with her doing that, he also might order her back to her duties. It was a risk. So as I was picking up – and putting the phone on speaker so Keisha could listen in – she shook her head no. She wasn’t ready to go telling everyone she was ‘back’ – not yet.

Hearing what Sarge had to say, I almost fell out of my chair. Keisha as well, though she was trying her
best to stay quiet.

“We have the machine.” (No, that’s not what shocked me)

“That’s great” I replied.

“We also have Andrew in custody. And his accomplices, including your NXT. Who apparently goes by multiple aliases. We’re running his fingerprints now, but I suspect more will turn up.”

“Wow.”

“Just keep the girls safe for now. We think we’ve rounded up everyone this time, but just to be safe I’ll send a car over to watch the neighborhood. Call me if you see anything out of the ordinary. And … someone’s going to be by with the machine later this afternoon, once we’re done with it.”

“That’s good.” I replied. “We’re very close. We just … “ Keisha shot me a look. I shook my head and mouthed ‘I won’t tell him’ to her. “… we just had a successful test on an empty box, shrinking and restoring it. So the sooner I can get back to work the better.”

He sounded surprised. “I didn’t realize you were that close. Well … keep at it. The sooner we get the girls back the better.”

After the call, Keisha just looked at me for a moment. “I see you … left out some details.”

I nodded.

“I appreciate you not telling him yet that I’m … restored. But … when do you plan to tell him?”

“Here’s what I’m thinking. And don’t take this the wrong way. But I’d rather nobody else know about the new machine I built.”

“Why?”

“I suspect once we have all of you restored, one of two things could happen. One is, they destroy the machine. Though what happens to the element, I don’t know. Maybe it goes back to some lab for study, and then someone else figures out how to do this and we’re back where we were before, with someone getting the idea that they can use this for profit.”

“Okay, I can understand that. But what’s the other thing that could happen?”

“The other, is that it gets turned over to some lab … possibly a government or military lab. Which could lead to weaponizing this technology. Can you even imagine using this technology in that way?”

Keisha shuddered. “I hadn’t thought that far down the road. But you could be right.”

“So I’d rather keep the new machine a secret, at least from people who could do something like that. I can give them back the old machine, and … oh, I don’t know … give them a block with such a tiny trace of the element in it, that they can detect it but it won’t do anything. It would have to be really tiny, like microns. Then … maybe I can make a plausible argument that the element was ‘used up’ and they won’t be the wiser.”

“Unless they can find more.”

I sighed. “Yeah, that’s the only serious flaw in that plan. That there could be another meteorite out there, either in a museum right now, or one that reaches Earth in the future, and government agents will be crawling all over it trying to see if there’s any element to extract. So I don’t know … maybe I just try to argue that it was all ‘used up’ and leave it at that. Or maybe the question doesn’t even come up, until they start experimenting with it and can’t get it to work.”

She nodded. “Might be safer that way. They’ll think it’s all used up, and they won’t have anything left to analyze the structure and try to … recreate it, or look for a match, or whatever … “

“Yeah. So what do you think? Would I be doing the right thing by hiding it from them?”

She sighed. “Much as I hate to admit it, that might be the best way to go. And yes, I’ll keep the secret. You’ll have to talk to the others though and make sure they’re on board too.”

Then I heard a tiny throat clearing. Turning and looking down, I saw Kim. My heart sank for a moment, thinking … she was an assistant district attorney. Would she balk at our hiding this from the authorities?

But then Kim said, “Don’t worry. I agree with Keisha on this one. Keep it a secret. Don’t let the government or military have the real thing. If that means returning the old machine – that you said doesn’t work any more – and playing dumb? I think we can all get on board with that. You don’t strike me as the type to go abusing this and enslaving people. It’s safer here than with them.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, I overheard some of your call with … the police sergeant. If they really have the ringleaders in custody, I should go next. The sooner I can get back to my job, the sooner I can work on making sure they stay locked up. I can’t do a damn thing like I am now.”

Keisha looked to me and said, “She’s making sense, you know. You should restore her next, if she’s willing.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably both right. Let’s wait until they return the machine. He said it would be this afternoon.” I looked to Keisha. “It’s one thing to hide one of you when they come, but two of you becomes twice as hard. This house is small – there aren’t many places to hide. But once they have it back here … “ I looked back to Kim, “… give me an hour to inspect it and make sure there’s nothing funny going on, and then we can work on restoring you.”

She nodded. “Deal.”

As Keisha got up to leave, she stopped and asked, “Any more tests?”

“No, I think we’re good. You passed everything with flying colors.”

She smirked. “That’s good. But … “ she looked down at Kim, “YOU should think about having one last fling. Before you can’t do it anymore.”

Kim just stood there for a moment, and then a thoughtful look went over her face. “Hmm … maybe.”

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After Keisha left, Kim let me gently lift her up to the table. She grabbed a little chair and sat down.

“So it sounds like this Andrew really was in on the whole thing, behind the scenes.” Kim raised an eyebrow.

“Appears so. I know neither Cindy nor Becky had any idea. They’re as much victims in this as any of you.” I really felt like I needed to defend them for some reason. “Apparently he was involved in setting them up for this … in hopes of … “

She held up a hand. “I know. I know. No need to press the point. Though I’m glad to see you have their back. I’m just wondering how you figured it out.”

“I … well, you know he’d come over and talked to Cindy and Becky.” She nodded. “It was … just something he said that … just didn’t sound right. So we went digging.”

“Digging?”

“Yeah. Now you remember the story of how Melanie needed answers so badly, she insisted on going back into that lab herself … “ She nodded again. “And how I ended up barging in to rescue her as well as Maria.” She kept nodding. “Well … originally, I was going to have Melanie sneak back into where their servers sat, and plug in a small thumb drive.”

“Thumb drive?”

“Melanie was insistent on going up to the lab, but I wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to find out on her own. The thumb drive carried a file that created a back door into their server. So once that was in place, I was able to download data from their server. Which … was how we found the mansion, how we found NXT and how we rescued you and Erin … “

She held up her hand again. “No need to defend it. I’m not thrilled with your skirting the authorities on this, but if you hadn’t … didn’t they strip those servers?”:

“Yep. Not even three days later. I’d downloaded much of what was on their server. If I hadn’t, nobody would even know what happened to you or Erin … or Cindy and Becky for that matter. It would just be Melanie, Maria and I … still struggling to find answers.”

“Well, I can’t deny the results. Even if it wasn’t the best method.”

I thought about that for a few moments.

“Oh!” I added, “did Cindy talk to you about her … “

“Yes. She did. I’m going to help her too, another reason I need to get back to work.”

“Good. Thank you.”

She sat silent for a few moments. Like she wanted to say something but was holding back. I broke the silence with, “Umm … what Keisha was saying … “

The look on her face told me that was exactly what she was thinking about. “Yes. I was wondering if … “

“Absolutely. If you’re going to be … restored in a few hours. May as well make the most of it. What did you want to try?”

“Umm … “

Keisha strolled back into the kitchen at just the right time. With a smirk on her face. “She needs you to rip her clothes off, ravage her, make her cum about five times, and then stick her down your pants and make her work at paying you back. Then when she’s covered in YOUR cum, you can get her off again while you bathe her in the sink.”

Kim just looked at Keisha, slack-jawed.

“Well? I’m right, and you know it. Unless you’re into girls, in which case I could … “

Kim shook her head. “No … no.” She looked back at me. “Umm … what she said. I’m fine with that.”

Keisha smirked. “I thought so. Enjoy your last fling while it lasts.”

Kim waited for Keisha to leave and then sighed. “Okay. I guess I’m all yours. One last time. So umm … have at me.”

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I lifted Kim in my hand and she sat there as I gently removed her top, then lay back for me to remove her little velcro skirt. She lay naked in my palm, waiting on me to do something. She remained calm as my finger brushed her cheek, her arm, and then down her chest, tracing her little breasts and teasing her tiny nipples. She closed her eyes and a faint purr escaped her lips. As my finger slid further south, she parted her legs, followed by a soft moan as my fingertip touched her sensitive folds. I gently stroked her there for a minute and when I began to feel wetness, I worked the tip of my finger into her. She squirmed and moaned as my finger entered her.

At this point I hadn’t left the kitchen, despite my plans to head to a more private part of the house. Though, I suspected as more of the girls were restored, there wouldn’t be any privacy at all. The house was plenty big for just me, but WAY too small for 8 people.

I was glad Kim had her eyes closed, enjoying the experience, otherwise she would have seen Keisha standing there, smirking. I hadn’t noticed her come back in, but here she was, holding a finger to her lips signaling for me not to say anything. For a few moments she just stood there, watching Kim react as my finger entered her. I tried to position my hand so that Kim wouldn’t see Keisha if she opened her eyes, but despite that, Keisha was apparently feeling mischievous. She brought her hand around and began caressing Kim’s tiny breasts at the same time I was fucking her with my finger. The additional sensations led Kim to start writhing and moaning, though at least her eyes were still closed. Keisha held Kim’s breast between her finger and thumb and teased her tiny nipples until they were stiff, and soon after that, Kim began to climax on my finger. As she did, Keisha pulled her finger back, gave me the ‘shush’ sign with her finger to her lips, and quickly left the room with a grin on her face.

Damn, I didn’t think Keisha was going to get involved with the girls at all – at least she talked that way ever since she was restored. Who knew she had a mischievous side like that?

Regardless, I turned my attention back to Kim. She was coming down from her first climax, and opened her eyes as she grinned at me. My finger was still inside her, and I grinned back and whispered, “Ready to go again?” Her eyes got wide at that.

So I started again. She was slick enough that it was easy to turn my finger inside her, and that’s all it took to set her to writhing and moaning again. I brought her to several more climaxes, each time giving her a minute or two break to bask in the aftereffects before starting again. I’d strolled from the kitchen into the front room and lounged on the sofa while I made love to her with my little finger over and over. I didn’t see Keisha again, I suspected she was either on her own laptop – which she’d packed along – or was chatting it up with the other girls. Possibly the latter, given I didn’t see much of the girls either. I figured they’d be peeking in on us now and then, though around here it’s not like it was a secret. And Kim’s moans were enough for any of them to get the gist if they were anywhere near.

Finally I let Kim rest for a little while, as I very slowly worked my finger free. By now I was acutely aware that the longer I had my finger inside one of them, stretching them, the more it hurt if I pulled out quickly. So I went gradually, letting her little body adjust along the way. By the time my fingertip was free, she was relaxed and gazing up at me, almost oblivious to the cum that had been trapped inside her and was now starting to pool in my palm. I lifted her to my lips and gently kissed her chest, then licked between her legs, tasting her nectar on my tongue.

She sighed and said, “Thank you. I know I have to go back to my life, but … I’m going to REALLY miss that.”

I smirked. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She twisted her mouth. “You don’t get much out of it though, do you?”

“Of course. I enjoy … watching you. Feeling you.”

“I bet. Though … I suppose I should pay you back … more directly.”

I nodded. “Okay. I was hoping so. But tell you what, it’ll be lunchtime soon. Do you want to go now, or wait until after lunch? You know we were going to wait until after they deliver the old machine later today, so people don’t get suspicious.”

“True, and I understand your argument. But won’t they see Keisha?”

“She’ll hide. Hopefully it won’t be Sarge coming here himself – he didn’t when they delivered it the first time. Everyone else will probably need to hide regardless, since I don’t know how many people even at the precinct who know what’s all going on and who’s here. But … after the dust settles, I promise, we’ll get you restored this afternoon.”

She nodded. “Okay, it’s a deal. Then let’s go ahead and eat. Unless you … want me down there while you’re eating?”

I snorted. “That could be interesting. And erotic in a way. But I’d feel bad for you missing out on lunch with the girls.”

“Then it’s settled. We’ll have lunch, and soon as we’re done, you can … put me down there. As long as you can … get me off once more afterwards?”

“Of course. Twice if you want.”

“It’s a deal, then.”

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At that, I carried her back with me to the kitchen. Where her clothes were still sitting on the table (typically they’d be pretty safe there, it’s not like the girls could climb up and take them … though restoring Keisha adds a new dynamic). I set Keisha down gently on the little Barbie sofa that I still kept on the kitchen counter, and I grabbed her clothes and set them down next to her, assuming she may want to be dressed for lunch.

As I prepared the meal, with Kim still just lounging there in the nude – apparently she wasn’t in a hurry to get dressed – I asked her, “So Kim, what are your plans once you’re restored?”

She looked at me, an almost serious look on her face. Which was absurd in a way, given she was naked, lounging on a tiny sofa, legs parted, still experiencing the last lingering vestiges of post-coital bliss. But then, to anyone looking on from outside, pretty much all of this was absurd. And she likely realized that too, which is why it didn’t bother her to lounge naked while talking about serious matters.
“I’d like to get back to work as quickly as I can.”

“Back to work already?” It surprised me, though it’s not like I knew her that well. To have made it to assistant district attorney in her 30’s, she was likely ambitious and used to working long hours.

“I … realize your sergeant implied that they wanted to keep my return secret, but … there’s no need, once I’m restored. I’ll need to … make up a story, I suppose, but they’ll just have to go with it.”

“What’s so urgent?” I could probably guess, but was curious what she’d say.

“First off, I want to make sure the ones responsible for … THIS” as she waived her hands to emphasize her current stature … “go to jail and stay in jail. I was already investigating one of them, which I’m sure is why I was targeted to begin with. I’m surprised they didn’t just kill me at that point, but … I suppose anyone who would enjoy enslaving women like this … “ she huffed … “has a sadistic tendency. Lucky me.”

“I wondered why they went after you specifically. Everyone else here … Cindy and Becky, we know because of Andrew … Melanie was a test subject and they just assumed she wouldn’t be missed.” Kim’s eyebrows rose at that, I suspected she hadn’t heard all the details but it wasn’t my place to say. “Maria and Keisha were both caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Erin was targeted, at least I suspect, because that NXT character had a thing for Asian girls. The jerk actually put in a request for someone with her … features.” I sighed.

“As I said. They belong in jail. Besides, I promised Cindy I’d help with her divorce paperwork, and she’ll need a restraining order in the meantime.”

I nodded. “Good. Cindy’s not perfect, but she didn’t deserve this any more than the rest of you.” Then I added, “Thank you for your help.”

She smiled. “Of course.”

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She did finally put some clothes on by the time the others came in to join us for lunch. As we ate, they were of course talking about Keisha, about Kim being restored this afternoon, and then about who would be next. I did point out that I didn’t have clothes for everyone unless they wanted to wear enlarged Barbie outfits … so next thing I knew, I had a pen and paper out and was jotting down requests and sizes for each of them. At least, the sizes they were before shrinking. They all expected or hoped they’d be roughly the same upon restoration. I promised to place a rush order online soon as we finished eating, though Keisha stepped in and offered to work on that … as long as she could borrow one of my credit cards. I suppose I couldn’t ask her to help pitch in, could I? Damn, I needed some money coming in before the bills started coming due.

Towards the end of the meal, Keisha was kidding with Kim about how she ‘owed me’ for this morning. The others pretty well knew what she was talking about. In fact, Cindy dared poor Kim to just get started now, as she was done eating, and the others slowly joined in.

“Fine” Kim exclaimed. She sounded a little exasperated. She stood up and stepped closer to me, looked up and said, “If you’re ready for me, go ahead. Let’s do this.”

“You’re sure?” She nodded. “Alright then.” I gently lifted her up in my hand, and ignored Cindy’s cat calls as I carefully removed Kim’s top and skirt for the second time today. I held her for a few moments naked in my hand, and then stood up, and with my other hand reached for the waistband of my shorts. Cindy kept up with the whistling as I pulled back the waist and lowered Kim slowly down, nestling her up against my cock and balls. I said, “Take your time, Kim, I’ll check on you in a little while.” Then I closed her in and sat back down. I glared at Cindy and said, “You can stop now. You know you’re setting yourself up for some trouble when it’s YOUR turn.”

She just smirked.

Keisha, meanwhile, just looked back and forth between Cindy and I for a moment, and then smirked herself. “You know, seeing you do that from this perspective … and knowing that was what you did with me just a day ago … “ she shook her head. “damn, it’s almost enough to make me horny.”

Cindy blurted, “Surprised you didn’t want to try it yourself.”

Keisha’s eyebrows rose. “No. I think I’ll pass. Though somehow I get the feeling one of you is going to try this anyway before we’re all done.”

Maria snorted.

Keisha looked back to me and added, “I just … wondered what it felt like. I know what it’s like … being the one down there. And it’s kinda exciting, being so close you can feel the blood pumping when that thing … gets stiff. But I hadn’t thought much about what it feels like for you.”

I shrugged. “It is … kinda exciting for me too. I can feel her down there, her arms and chest wrapped around my cock, her knees against my balls, whenever she moves I can feel her body against me. But I need to be conscious that she’s down there when I move … or sit … so I don’t pin her down.”

She smirked. “Well, I appreciate that. I can see … how it would be easy to get injured down there.”

“Yeah. Gotta be careful. But it’s so worth it.”

Just then, I heard a truck outside. Initially I didn’t think much of it – a neighbor getting a furniture delivery perhaps. Though my curiosity got the better of me and I excused myself a moment to head to the front and peek out the window.

Shit. The truck was parking right on the curb in front of the house. I was starting to suspect this may be the old machine. Earlier than expected.

I jogged back to the kitchen.

“Okay folks, this might be the machine coming right now. So … Keisha, you’ll need to hide, but can you help me get the girls down. And the rest of you … stay in the bedroom I guess, I’ll try to keep them out of there. Hopefully they won’t be here very long.”

Cindy said, “What about Kim?”

I groaned. “There’s no time to take her out.” I stepped back and reached for my waistband. “Hey Kim. Sorry to do this, but the police are delivering the old machine earlier than expected. Could you … stay still for a few minutes until they’re gone … and try to … “

She smirked. “Squeeze close so I don’t make a bulge in your pants?”

I heard a couple snorts from the girls.

“Uhh … yeah.”

She said “It’s okay. I understand.” She twisted her mouth. “Not like I have a choice. But I’d rather stay down here between your legs if it means they deliver that machine and go.”

“Thank you. I owe you.”

She snorted. “You can make it up to me later.”

“Deal.”

So at that, I closed her in, and I could feel her pressing herself up against my skin next to my cock, trying not to ‘stick out’ … though having her feet down between my legs meant walking a little funny. I’d have to do my best not to let that show. Maybe I wouldn’t have to do much walking.

So at that, I headed to the front door, just as one of the men was knocking. I opened the door, greeted them and asked if it was possible to bring the machine around the back. They groaned – I supposed at least per the video footage, that Andrew’s people did carry it out through the back door, but they had 3 or 4 people. This looked like only two. I didn’t think the machine was TOO heavy, but I remembered the delivery at the mansion (the one Melanie stowed aboard the day we discovered where Cindy and Becky were) was on a pallet with a forklift. Though was it really THAT heavy? Then it dawned on me, the thing was on wheels. So maybe it wasn’t that hard to move.

Regardless, he went back to the truck and I watched them use a liftgate to bring the machine down – covered in a tarp. All the while, I kept pretty still. I could feel Kim down there, her tiny body pressed against me, and I had to make a conscious attempt not to … get excited down there. I briefly pictured Kim looking disappointed as she curled up against a limp dick. Umm, no, I shouldn’t even think about that. Kim was doing her best not to stimulate me down there, my brain (the one between my ears) had to at least capitulate.

So I refocused my attention on the delivery. As soon as I saw them starting to wheel that thing down the side walkway, I closed the front door and walked carefully to the back door, removing the wedge I’d propped against the door handle (to keep it secure) and then opening it and waiting for the men to come around to the back patio, wheeling the machine, which was still under a tarp.

Thankfully it was just the two guys – Sarge wasn’t with them – so it was easier to keep everyone hidden. Sarge would have asked questions, possibly asked to see Becky (his niece) and Keisha (one of the officers from his precinct) … and while seeing Becky would be manageable, if he asked about Keisha the whole story would fall apart and people outside our group would know about the new machine I’d built. So luckily I didn’t have to worry about that, as these guys were just here making the delivery. I stood back as they wheeled it through the back door and into the office, had me sign some papers on a clipboard, and then left.

Once I walked (carefully) to the back door, closed it and barred it (that’ll have to do until it can be repaired), I called out “Ladies, they’re gone, the coast is clear.” Then realizing what I should have first, I reached down and pulled back my waistband enough to say, “Kim, thank you for your help. They’re gone now.”

She snorted. “I heard. I assume you still want me to … “

“Like you even have to ask.”

“I figured. I still can’t believe you were … what do they call it when it’s not stiff?”

I sighed. “Flaccid.”

“Right. I started to think I just wasn’t very exciting, or you’d never be … flaccid with me down here.”

“Oh, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Believe me, it was really hard.”

I heard a couple snorts nearby.

“I mean … it was really difficult. Trying to keep my mind on something else and not you. If you’d been doing anything besides just laying still, I probably couldn’t have pulled it off.”

At that, I closed her in, and a few moments later I could feel her shifting position around my cock, which was starting to perk up. I looked down and sure enough, Cindy and Maria were both smirking at me. I wondered how much of the conversation they’d caught. My fault for not talking to Kim BEFORE telling the rest of them they could come out of hiding.

After that, I just went about my business. I could move a little freer now that Kim was wrapped around my cock and didn’t have her legs draped between mine. She formed a lump in the front, but that was fine around the house when it was just me and the girls. ALL of them had been down there with my cock at least once or twice. I wouldn’t dare go out in public like that. One day years from now, I’ll probably think back to the last few weeks and just shake my head. But for now, I was enjoying it – way more than I was willing to admit to the girls.

To be honest, it’s not easy trying to do anything that takes concentration, when a tiny woman is making love to you down there. There are so many nerves down there I can feel almost anything. And I recall Becky telling me she could literally feel the blood flowing and my pulse quickening in response to her ministrations. I’ve gotten to where I can guess what body part is rubbing against me. I could feel Kim’s little feet against my balls, her knees around the base of my cock, the little tuft of hair between her legs rubbing against the side of my cock, her breasts and nipples against it further up, her arms wrapped completely around it with her tiny hands stroking the opposite side. As I sat at my computer, I could feel her working her way up to the tip. Which would likely be followed by … yep, I felt her tiny lips against the sensitive head. My cock was at full mast at this point, and a little groan escaped my lips.

I heard a tiny throat clearing and glanced down. Melanie was there, smirking. I reached down and brought her up to the desktop. She lay back on the desk, propped up on her elbows, and just raised an eyebrow.

“So what’s up?” I asked.

She snorted. “I figured YOU were.”

I smirked. “True.”

“How close is she to … “

“Well … she … ” I stopped to groan “is kissing the head, but she hasn’t slipped her tongue in the tip. When she starts doing that, it won’t be long.”

“Then you’d better hurry. Let’s cum together.”

Having a tiny woman making love to me inside my pants tends to slow the wits a little. It took me a moment to realize what she was asking. Only a moment, though. I quickly reached for her, and she leaned back in my hand and hiked up her skirt, giving me a pointed look. She was determined that I make her cum by the time Kim got me off.

Challenge accepted.

I brought Melanie up to my lips. As soon as the tip of my tongue brushed her sensitive folds, I could tell she was already a little wet down there. She wanted this badly. And who am I to deny a lady? So I began to work my tongue on her clit and labia and as her pouty lips parted, I found the entrance to her little passage, and I worked it with my tongue, just as I felt Kim press her lips hard against the tip of my cock, pushing her tiny tongue inside. The next couple minutes were a blur of sensations, as my cock pulsated under Kim’s caresses while Melanie writhed and groaned in my hand, and finally we did both climax almost together, Melanie pressing her wet hips against my lips as she came on my tongue, and Kim getting doused with hot sperm as a reward for her own efforts.

I gave Melanie a few gentle kisses over her exposed flesh as she came down from her high, with a contented grin on her face. I whispered, “I’d better take care of Kim, but you know you’ve got me whenever you want me.”

She grinned wide and whispered, “Okay, but you know you can have ME whenever you want me too. Just come find me.”

“I will. Love you babe.”

“I love you too honey.” She leaned up and kissed me on the nose. I lowered her gently to the floor, and she got her bearings and pushed her skirt back into place before scampering off.

Once she left, I reached down and pulled back my waistband. Kim still had her arms and legs wrapped around my cock, but she took one hand and wiped the cum from her face enough to look up at me and smirk. She didn’t open her mouth just yet, probably because she’d start choking on the cum if she did. There was a LOT down there. I just said, “That was amazing, Kim. How about we get you cleaned up?”

She nodded, and I closed her back in and got up. I did make a side trip to the kitchen for a glass of water first; I figured Kim could wait a minute, and besides, the feeling of Kim down there was worth it, even if everything was covered and sticky. I felt like savoring that one last time.

So I had my drink of water and then headed to the bathroom, where I removed my shorts, turned on the sink water to warm it up, and then reached in and gently wrapped my hand around Kim, lifting her off my still half-stiff and somewhat sticky cock. I held her for a moment, lazily stroking her breast with my thumb, and then began to carefully rinse the cum off of her. As the warm water rolled down her, she rubbed her face and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

“A little soap, please?” she asked. I pumped soap into my other hand and began to lather it over her. She scooped up some of it and began washing her hair with it. Which had the (probably unintended) consequence of lifting up her little breasts. I continued using two fingers to work the suds all over her chest and legs.

Then I began soaping her inner thighs and intentionally brushed against her labia. Her eyes got wide. I whispered, “One last round?”

She smirked. “Or two.” I took that as a green light and began to run the tip of my finger along her folds, caressing her there until they began to part.

To my amusement she still had her hands up in her soapy hair, and just before I began to penetrate her, I whispered, “You know it’s kinda sexy when your arms are up like that. It’s like your breasts are standing at attention.”

She snorted. “I suppose they’re getting more than enough attention. From you.”

“True. They’re very nice breasts.” I replied just as the tip of my finger entered her. Whatever Kim was going to reply with turned into a little gasp. I massaged her breasts with my thumb as I worked my little finger deeper into her. She moaned and writhed in my hand as I took my time bringing her to a climax, and then a couple more, each time giving her a few moments to catch her breath. I knew this was likely her last time so I wanted to draw it out for her as long as I could.

After the third climax, I gently rinsed her off again under the warm water, as I slowly, gradually withdrew my finger. She lay back in my hand, contentment written all over her face, as I finished cleaning her off and gently blotted her dry, wrapping her in a fresh washcloth.

She relaxed, a grin on her face, as she watched me remove my briefs and try to clean myself off – with another washcloth. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers to put on, followed by my shorts, and then scooped up Kim – who had the hand towel wrapped around her like a bathrobe.

I asked, “So do you think you’re ready to be restored?”

She gave me a snarky grin. “Well, if this was my last experience as a miniature person, then I suppose I’m going out on top, right? So … “ she took a deep breath. “… let’s do this.”

“Alright.” I carried her into the office. The old machine was there – still under the tarp. The new machine I’d stashed in the closet, to keep it out of sight. I set Kim down on the desk. “It won’t be long.”

She nodded. “That’s fine, I want you to get it right. I’ve waited this long, a few minutes won’t matter.”

Kim waited patiently as I removed the tarp from the old machine and inspected it. Mostly to make sure it was intact and hadn’t been modified – or booby-trapped for that matter. Given this was in the possession of Andrew and his cronies for nearly a day, I had no idea what they’d done, but they could have rigged something once they realized they’d been caught. Plus, if the machine was dysfunctional, that could negatively affect the story we’re running with to hide the existence of the new machine I’d built. The girls were in agreement that the new machine shouldn’t get into anyone’s hands – not even the police, given the risk it could easily end up in a government lab somewhere. The fewer people who knew about the new machine, the less risk that some scientist could get the same nefarious ideas as the bozos who shrunk the girls to begin with.

I did find some crossed wires, but that was it. I suspected they were trying to figure out why the machine wouldn’t work and didn’t figure out that the reason was the polycarbonate block did not contain any element – instead I’d filled it with a fluid to give it the same appearance. To my amazement, the AirTag that I’d dismantled and installed under the main control board, was still there – battery and all.

Pushing the machine into the corner of the room, I went to the closet and got out the new machine – the only machine capable of reversing the shrinking process. Plus I had both samples of the element. The original sample that the scientists took themselves from the meteorite, was a dirty sample (scientifically speaking), which is why when the girls were originally shrunk they took so long to recover – they were knocked out half a day or more. I’d seen that first-hand with Maria and Keisha, and that was corroborated by the lab notes we retrieved. The more purified version that we extracted ourselves from the meteorite, at least based on the limited experience with the squirrels and yesterday’s experience with Keisha, meant a much faster recovery. The squirrels were up and moving within half an hour – and Keisha wasn’t out much longer than that herself. But the sample size was extremely small. Which is why I’d brought up the risks several times. Keisha was dead-set on volunteering first, and Kim was ready to be second. The others seemed to already be jumping to be next. I’d have to suggest drawing straws or something if they didn’t settle it amongst themselves first.

Finally, I was ready.

The girls sensed that I may be getting ready to restore Kim, so some of them had made their way into the office, though they stood off to the side – likely recalling the situation with Keisha where I had to be careful to avoid them as I rushed to catch her when she fell. Keisha joined as well, standing in the doorway, though she offered help if needed.

I picked up Kim and held her in my hand one last time. Almost without thinking, I found myself absentmindedly stroking her chest with my thumb, and the hand towel had given way to expose one of her breasts. Though she didn’t rush to pull it back. She just gave me an amused look.

I replied with a sheepish grin. She whispered, “It’s okay. I’m kinda used to you doing that by now.” She smirked. “Besides, it’s a turn-on for me too. I think you’re right about our being … hornier when we’re small like this. Though I suppose I’ll get to test that theory myself pretty soon.”

“Yeah. I doubt you all were so receptive to all this sex before you were shrunk … I figured being exposed to it when you were in captivity was part of it … desensitizing you to it … but that can’t be the only reason. I do appreciate you not getting mad at me for … suddenly rubbing your breast like that.”

She snorted. “I told you, it doesn’t bother me. Now when I’m restored, if you try to do that, you’re in a heap of trouble. So you may as well get it out of your system now.” She stretched out in my hand and relaxed while I traced my finger over her chest and stomach one last time. The hand towel had come open further and she still didn’t bother to pull it back. Then to my surprise, she grabbed my finger – in both hands – and pushed it down between her legs, as she parted them and lifted them up. She gave me a big grin and whispered, “One last time, big guy?”

I smirked. “Right now? Are you sure?”

“Why not? In an hour I’ll be back to normal. Besides, at this point we’ve all seen each other … do pretty much anything. C’mon, indulge me this one last time.”

I sighed. “Okay, if you’re sure.” At that I began stroking her labia with the tip of my finger, while I lowered my thumb over her breasts. She lay back and relaxed, a grin on her face, and moments later I felt a hint of wetness between her legs. I switched to my little finger so I wouldn’t hurt her, and I gently rubbed the tip against her until her folds parted, giving way to her little passage. I entered her and she gasped, though the grin never left her face. I slowly worked my finger deeper inside Kim. I noticed the others watching – mostly smirking – and Keisha raised an eyebrow when I looked her way. I turned my back to give Kim just a little bit of privacy, though her little groans and moans didn’t leave much to the girls’ wild imaginations. I gradually built Kim up to a climax, as she panted and trembled in my hand, and then I kept going until she came a second time. I figured this was the last time, may as well make it memorable for her, right?

By the time I started to work my finger out of her – slowly – she was still grinning, but whispered, “Thank you for indulging me one last time.”

I whispered back “My pleasure” just as I freed my finger and brought her to my lips to catch her juices.

Once I lowered her from my lips, I glanced around at the others, and then looked back to Kim and said, “Are you ready now?”

She nodded. “Now I’m ready.”

“Do you want to keep the hand towel? It’ll turn into a beach blanket I suppose.”

“That’s alright. I’ve gotten pretty comfortable in my birthday suit. And it’s not like I could leave the house wearing a beach towel.” She smirked.

“Alright then.” I gently lowered my hand to the ground. She shimmied out of the hand towel and climbed onto the floor. “Right around there is good. You can sit or lay down, but don’t stand.”

She whispered, “Okay. Thank you.”

At that, I stepped back to the machine, looked to make sure the others were all out of the way, and then pointed the laser at Kim and pulled the trigger.

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Wow. So sexy little women. But interesting to see them restored, how they act.

[Rocket]

Once I pulled the trigger, Kim began to grow, and in retrospect I was glad she decided to lay down and not sit. I surely wasn’t thinking back when I restored Keisha and let her stand … and had to rush to catch her when she collapsed. But even sitting, Kim could have flopped back and hit her head on the floor. Better to have her lay down. I’d remember that now when I restored the others, which would be pretty soon if Kim pulled through this as easily as Keisha did.

It didn’t take but a few moments, and Kim – who literally a few minutes ago had climaxed on my finger as I held her in my hand – was now full size, on the floor, unconscious. Based on our experience with Keisha and with the squirrels, I expected her to come-to in 30 to 45 minutes. In the meantime though, I couldn’t just leave her laying naked on the floor. Wasn’t there a pop song with a line about laying naked on the floor? I snorted to myself at the thought.

Then I knelt down and scooped up Kim in my arms. She was a little bigger than Keisha, though I wasn’t about to go telling either of them that.

Life tip: NEVER tell a woman she’s heavy.

I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down. I probably took longer than I should have in admiring her full-size naked form before pulling the sheet up over her chest, but at least Keisha wasn’t there yet to admonish me and the others couldn’t see over the top of the bed, so my secret was safe.

I stepped away as Keisha came in and offered to sit with her. With Keisha, I’d waited there for her to wake up and I kept the girls at a safe distance, unsure how she’d react when she woke up, but as it turned out she didn’t go into a panic. Likely because she went into it already aware it was happening and could mentally prepare herself for it. I hoped it would be the same with Kim.

Though I went back to the kitchen for a drink, I kept an eye on the time. And my notes handy. This was as much a scientific experiment as the original shrinking, just without the underlying nefarious intentions. The ones who shrunk the girls to begin with, at least kept halfway decent lab notebooks.

Returning to the bedroom, Keisha exchanged glances with me.

“Nothing yet?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “Nope. It’s only been“ she glanced at the clock “.. 23 minutes.”

Keisha took over 30 minutes to wake up. But compared to the half a day it took the girls to wake from the original shrinking – with the old machine and less-purified sample of element – 30 minutes was very short. I doubted we’d ever get to the point of this being instantaneous (my theory, it was likely the strain on the body from the change that caused the person or animal to pass out) but maybe I could find a way to tweak the process further, if I had a chance to study it more.

Meantime, I sat on the edge of the bed, opposite Keisha, with Kim still asleep between us. She could wake up at any time, and I was really hopeful it would go smoothly like it did for Keisha yesterday. Within a few minutes, Kim began to shift and groan, and then a few moments later, her eyes shot open. She started looking around, gasped, and sat up. Soon as she realized she was looking at both Keisha and I face to face, she shrieked, a hand to her mouth as she took it all in, and then her eyes started to water as she shrieked again. Keisha reached to Kim and pulled her into a hug, and then when they broke apart, Kim offered me a hug.

I looked her in the eyes. “Welcome back” I said. “How do you feel?”

She just grinned. It took her a moment to form words. “I … wow. It really did work! I … thank you.” She offered me another hug. Unlike Keisha though, Kim somehow managed to keep the sheet up high enough that her breasts weren’t hanging out. I felt a hint of disappointment. I wouldn’t mind seeing them full size – I’d explored them intimately in miniature, after all – but I certainly wasn’t going to ask her to lower the sheet, even if Keisha weren’t sitting right there. This really wasn’t the time or place.

Once it was clear Kim was awake and alert - and not panicking – Keisha and I helped the other girls up to the bed to talk to Kim. I could tell it was a bit of a shock for Kim, seeing people she’d spent weeks together with in miniature, now small enough to hold in her hand. Keisha could tell it was disorienting for Kim, so she kept the girls at a distance and watched to be sure Kim didn’t do something rash. I saw Keisha talking Kim through some of the same things I spent time walking Keisha through. It was nice to have someone else here to help. By the time I left the bedroom, Kim was slowly lifting Erin in her hand, with Keisha taking her step by step and ready to rescue Erin if anything happened. But Kim seemed to be cognizant of the situation, listening to instructions from Keisha, and most importantly, being careful.

I left to head back to my desk, record these latest observations in my lab notes, and consider next steps. I was apparently not the only one thinking of next steps, though, as I soon had visitors. Cindy and Maria padded into the room to come talk. I lifted them up onto the desk.

Maria asked, “Given any thought to who’s next?”

I snorted. “I figured the five of you would arm-wrestle for it. Or draw straws.”

Now Maria snorted. “Sounds like a man. You just want to see us wrestle.”

“Mud wrestle. Naked.” quipped Cindy.

I laughed. “Seriously, you’d let me do that to you?”

Cindy gave me a look. “Joking. Not EVERYTHING is about sex, you know.”

“True” I shrugged. “But you make it easy. And … it would be kinda cool.”

“Just like a man” she mumbled.

“Sometimes you girls can be exasperating, even if you're sexy as hell.”

Cindy gave me an innocent grin.

“Anyway,” Maria interjected, “we’re trying to decide who goes next. And we were wondering what your thoughts are.”

So I went through some of my thoughts, and they listened intently. I was hesitant to restore everyone at once, just in-case something happened. Keisha had been an obvious first choice in that she could get back to her apartment – we had her uniform/clothes already – and as an officer, she could help defend the others. Restoring Kim made sense because she could – not just by returning to her role as an assistant district attorney, but because she knew the system so well – help ensure the criminals would remain behind bars. So the sooner I got her out and back to work, the better. Erin made sense to me next, given she could just return to her mother’s apartment, though I’m sure there’d be a lot of questions. We’d have to prep her on what to say. After that … Melanie wasn’t in a big hurry. So that left Maria, Cindy and Becky. Given Cindy and Becky couldn’t return ‘home’ – they lived with Andrew – they’d be here with me until we figured something out. So it came down to in my mind, Erin and Maria as the next two, while I figured out how to accommodate Cindy and Becky for a while.

They both nodded. Cindy said “I kinda feared that.” She sighed. “I’m okay staying this way for a LITTLE while, but … only if … “ she glanced at Maria and then back to me …

Maria snorted. “I know exactly what you want, girl. Now if I go before you do, you know what I want.”

Cindy sighed again. “Yeah.”

Maria added, “A deal’s a deal. But I promise I won’t be rough on you.”

Cindy stuck her tongue out at Maria. “How do you know I wasn’t thinking of … security, being able to fight back if Andrew shows up?”

I just shook my head. I wasn’t sure what the two had talked about, or what deal they’d made, but I was starting to form a suspicion. I just said, “Okay. Cindy, not sure there’s a lot you could do at normal size either, Andrew is a big guy. Keisha’s trained for that, and she’s armed. So … Maria, it’s either you or Erin next. You two can figure out how you want to settle it. Cindy, you and Becky need to be restored too, it just may mean staying here for a little while. I’m not sure I can afford hotel rooms too.”

Cindy smirked. “That’s alright. We'll sleep wherever.”

“Thank you. The house will … seem a lot smaller when you’re back to normal.”

“You’re going to need a bigger house anyway. You know after all this, we'll visit often enough even if we’re not living here. But … for now, I suppose we don’t have anywhere to go.” Cindy gave me a shy grin.

I let them back down and they scampered off to join the others.

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By the time I walked to the bedroom to check on Kim, she was already on her feet and wearing Keisha's bathrobe. She smiled.

“You’re looking well” I said.

“I was thinking of … taking a shower. If you don’t mind. It’s been SO long since I had a normal one.”

I nodded. “That’s fine. I understand.”

She snorted. “I just have to … figure out what to wear in the meantime. Keisha says some of our clothes are supposed to be here tomorrow.”

I shrugged. “I suppose in the meantime you could … “

She stopped me mid-sentence. “I am NOT going to parade around naked for you.”

Now I snorted. “As much as I wouldn’t stop you if you did … I was going to suggest maybe I could find some gym wear that wouldn’t be too … loose on you. Something loose.”

“Though you’d rather just see me walking around naked.”

I smirked. “True.”

“Ha! I knew it. But … to be honest … now that I’m no longer tiny, I’m … also no longer as horny.” She looked to gauge my reaction, smirked and muttered “Sorry, buddy. Though I wonder if being that size just naturally lends itself to … “

“It’s possible. I figured being exposed to so much right after the shrinking might have had some effect too. Though, neither Keisha nor Maria were subjected to all that, both were with us here nearly the whole time they were tiny. Now … Maria, and I hope she doesn’t mind me saying this, but she was horny before all this happened. Keisha … didn’t jump on board with all this until she saw what the others were doing, so maybe they rubbed off on her. I know I didn’t pressure any of them … “ She started to give me a look. I sighed. “I know just with the huge size difference, I’m probably intimidating even if I don’t do anything … but believe me, I didn’t force any of them to do anything.”

She sighed. “I … believe you. Really. Just remember it IS intimidating. Everything is when you’re that small.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I have to be very careful. I’ve been around this for what, over two months? And I suppose I’m STILL learning.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re better at this than most people would be. Even if you hadn't solved … THIS.” She waved her hands to encompass her new stature. “But seeing as how you DID, after what I’ve been hearing, I don’t think there are that many people who could have figured it out. And … “ she snorted softly. “I do remember you back in college. The little kid in grad school? I always figured you’d have to be some nerdy bookworm to be that smart. But you seem pretty normal to me.”

“Umm … thanks. I guess.” I didn’t think I was THAT nerdy, was I? Changing the subject … “So what are your plans?”

She tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment. “Once I have clothes … I need to get back home. As soon as I can. Are you willing to drive me out there tomorrow?”

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Then I added, “Any idea how you’ll get inside? I KNOW you don’t have a key … or purse or phone, for that matter. Though … I have one idea where to look for some of that stuff.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow.

“All of you were shrunk in that lab. I managed to get access … suppose Andrew was still trying to make it look like he was a victim playing along with everyone else, thinking there was no way to reverse this. He … put too much faith in his own scientists.” She snorted. “Melanie and I were both up there a couple times, that’s how we found the squirrels, cats and chickens. The ones I’d brought here.”

“I’m sure. But you were saying about … “

“Oh, yes. I never did do a thorough search of the lab. It’s possible they tossed people’s belongings in a cabinet or drawer or something. It may be worth checking.”

She nodded. “Agreed.”

So at that, we discussed my going – possibly bringing Melanie with me again, as she’d likely want to go anyway – and Keisha and Kim staying behind to watch the others. It was still late afternoon, we had plenty of daylight left – and easily 2 or 3 hours before I had to get dinner ready. So if I was going to go, it should be now.

After giving the girls a quick update, they were in agreement that they’d be fine with Keisha and Kim … Keisha in charge but Kim could use my spare laptop to start catching up on … whatever it was she had to catch up with. I didn’t ask, if she wanted to share she could. The girls had virtually zero privacy for weeks to months, so I wasn’t comfortable pushing either Kim or Keisha to explain anything now that they could do some things on their own.

I gently carried my backpack – and Melanie – to the car, and we took off for the downtown lab.

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As soon as I parked on the curb a block from the lab and got out – gently zipping up the backpack and lifting it to my shoulder, with Melanie inside – I felt a sense of unease. Last time I was able to get in, Andrew had informed his assistant that I could visit the lab. Though at the time he was certain the shrinking could not be reversed, so in retrospect I’m certain he was biding his time, making himself look the part of the aggrieved husband and father desperate to get his wife and daughter back. That all changed as soon as he realized I might actually be able to fix this. Now, he was locked up (thanks to Sergeant Joe and his team) and Kim wanted to get right back to work as soon as possible, to try to keep Andrew and his accomplices there.

Did Andrew have time to change his instructions, to bar me from entry? I had to just hope he was too busy for that, or didn’t think of it in the light of everything else going on. Such as staking out my house for a day before breaking in to steal the machine.

Taking a steadying breath, I stepped into the lobby and stopped at the reception desk, asking for Lydia, Andrew’s assistant, and noting that she’d remember me from a couple weeks ago. I hoped that was true, or this would be even more of a challenge. I didn’t want to have to break into the place again. Yes, I did the first time, but that was an emergency – and I didn’t have Melanie tagging along. Or … I suppose I did, she and Maria both, on the way out – which was a lot more treacherous, both for them and for me. Now that I thought about it, breaking in wouldn’t be the worst thing. Though when I did break in, I had to get past guards and fight two scientists. I sighed. Yeah, much easier if I could just convince Lydia to let me up there again.

The receptionist asked me to have a seat.

A few minutes later, I recognized Lydia coming off the elevator and stood up to meet her as she walked over. I really didn’t know how much she knew or didn’t know; she was aware of the shrinking, had seen Melanie and Maria both in their shrunken forms, and seemed sympathetic to my efforts to restore them. If she hadn’t heard anything different about me from Andrew in the last few days, hopefully she’d let me back up there. I extended my hand in greeting and explained that we were ‘close’ to solving the … problem (she didn’t need to know I’d already solved it, she needed to think I was going up there to TRY to solve it) and I tried to be as persuasive as I could.

She hesitated for a moment, but then to my relief, said, “Alright. Come with me.” She arranged for a temporary badge and then we took the elevator to Level 7. She asked, “How are they doing?” I assumed she meant Maria and Melanie.

“They’re well. Just anxious for me to get this solved.” I debated whether to tell her Melanie was here with me, but didn’t – I wanted to get in and out quickly and not get held up for a while. And I suspected she hadn’t talked to Andrew lately about this, or he’d have told her not to let me back up there. So no need to tell her I already DID have it solved … and then have to come up with another reason why I wanted up in the lab. Keep it simple, get in and get out. She didn’t push, which I was grateful for, and a couple minutes later she was leading me into the lab while confirming I didn’t need access to any other areas (such as the electron microscope on another level of the building …) and then she left me alone. I had no key card, just a guest pass, so I couldn’t get into any other areas, but hopefully I’d find what I hoped was here, and then we could go.

Once Lydia was gone, I removed my backpack gently. The floor was set up with an elevator lobby – where a guard had been posted back the first time I came up here – then some glass and doors leading to an outer lab, which is where Melanie had been assigned (apparently doing activities such as creating slides from very tiny biopsy samples and blood samples, all the while not realizing the amounts were so small because they came from shrunken animals – and possibly from Cindy or Becky, though we never did confirm … ) and then the inner lab, which was where the scientists had their benchtops, equipment and fume hoods, the machine they built, their own computer server, and who knows what else.

I suppose we were here to find some of the ‘what else’ though, right?

So I gently set the backpack down and unzipped the compartment holding Melanie. She let me lift her up and set her down on the benchtop. I watched with amusement as she stretched her tiny arms and legs, and then looked up at me and smirked.

“Am I that entertaining?” she quipped.

“You’re just so adorable. And sexy. The way your chest sticks out when you stretch your arms like that … you’re going to get me excited.”

She giggled. “Well, I hope I’m always able to get you excited that easily.” She sighed. “You know … it HAS been a little while since it’s been just the two of us. And you ARE my boyfriend, after all. I think that kinda means you can have me whenever you want me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? As a gentleman shouldn’t I be asking first?”

She gave me a wicked grin. “You can ask if you like. But when have I ever said no?” Then without another word, she went ahead and pulled her top off and tossed it onto the benchtop, followed by her skirt. She looked up at me and said in a sultry voice, “Have at me, honey.”

I suppose we were isolated enough here – despite all the glass, the distance would make it hard to see anything from the elevators if someone did come up here, and it would take a minute for someone to unlock the doors to the outer lab and then the inner lab. And yes, she was getting me hot. I reached out to her, a finger extended, and she just stood there, naked, watching to see what I’d do. At first, I just traced my finger over her, brushing her cheek, her shoulder, and then her chest. She stretched her arms again, making her chest stick out, and smirked.

Then I wrapped my fingers around her and began to lift her up. She lay back and draped herself across my hand, her little arms and legs going in four different directions as she left everything exposed, inviting me to do with her as I pleased. As I brought her to my lips and kissed her chest, she whispered, “I LOVE knowing I can turn you on like this.”

I whispered back, “Oh, you KNOW you do, babe.” She shivered as my breath blew across her bare skin. I gently nudged her thighs with my tongue and she readily spread her legs wide, inviting me further. I explored her with the tip of my tongue, circling her thighs and then working slowly towards her core. When I reached her labia, I could already taste a hint of her excitement, and I couldn’t help but grin.

The moment the tip of my tongue found its way between her sensitive folds, she gasped, and then gazed up at me and whispered, “I’m putty in your hands, honey. Make me cum for you.”

As I licked across her folds, I said, “You know I love making you cum.” Then I began working her most sensitive parts, and soon she was moving her hips in sync with my tongue, pushing herself against it as if she could somehow fit my huge tongue inside her tiny passage. I enjoyed her taste on my tongue as I drove her closer to the edge, her little breaths becoming erratic as she writhed with pleasure in my hand, until finally the dam burst and she came hard, her whole body trembling in my hand as she poured her juices onto my tongue.

I savored her taste as I gave her a few moments to catch her breath. As soon as she opened her eyes again, gazing dreamily into mine, I lowered her a few inches and began stroking her inner thighs with my little finger. Her eyes got wide as she realized I was about to fuck her hard all over again. She lay back and closed her eyes, content with my having full control, while a grin crept across her lips in anticipation of my forcing more climaxes out of her. With the tip of my finger at her entrance, I kissed her softly on the chest, my lips enveloping her tiny breasts as I tickled her tiny nipples and felt them stiffen against my caress. Then I entered her, my finger invading her as she gasped and writhed, as her whole body tried to push itself further onto my finger. It was times like this when I felt so powerful, that I could do anything I liked, and it was times like this when I had to remind myself not to take it too far. She may be tiny and helpless, but she was nonetheless a real woman - a beautiful woman – and I loved her. I nudged my finger deeper into her, slowly, eliciting more gasps and moans. After my second knuckle, I gently turned my finger inside her, setting off moans and groans and whimpers as her body reached a crescendo, and I felt her tremble in my hand as she exploded. I felt a slight pressure inside her as her juices tried in vain to work their way past my intruding finger. I worked my finger a little longer, drawing out her climax, as she shuddered and gasped until tears of joy appeared in the corners of her eyes. Then I just gazed at her for a few moments, my finger resting inside her, as she slowly started to recover her equanimity, her tiny heartbeats slowing and her breathing becoming steadier, before lifting her to my lips. I kissed her softly, over her shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs, and then positioned her between my lips as I gradually withdrew my finger, my tongue ready to capture the cum that was trapped inside.

She sighed as I tenderly lapped up the last of her sweet nectar. “I love it when you do that.” She gave me a silly grin as she gazed back at me. Then she got a little more serious as she added softly, “You know … or you probably suspected … but I’m unsure if I want to … go back. I love being like … THIS. Having you in control. I … think I would miss it too much. Miss THIS too much.”

I sighed. “You wouldn’t miss … “

She gave me a wry smile. “I suppose I might … miss some things. Being able to go out on my own. Being independent. But … there’s a lot to be said for having my man doting on me all the time, and … I know this may sound weird, but I love the feel of your strong hands wrapped around me. Holding me. And the orgasms are mind-blowing. I would miss that too much if I weren’t little.“

I thought about that for a moment. “Babe … you know I love … holding you. And I love giving you orgasms. I could probably do that every day, several times a day and it wouldn’t get old. But … here’s a thought. A compromise, maybe. If you were able to go back and forth – shrink whenever you want to be small, and go back whenever you need to – what would you think about that?”

Now she had to give it some thought, as she scrunched up her cute little nose. “I … think that would be great if it works … but how safe do you think it would be?”

I shrugged. “You have a point. I need to test this … and not just on chairs and boxes and squirrels. The reversal appears safe so far, but obviously we haven’t tried going back and forth multiple times.”

“So tell you what. Let the others go first, while I think about it. I like the idea of going back when I need to, but I’m hesitant to go back and be stuck there. Strangely, I’m more concerned about that, than being stuck small like I am now. Is that weird?” She gave me a funny look.

I bent down and kissed her on her bare stomach. “I don’t think that’s weird. If you really like being small, then you like being small. And I’ll love you just as much either way.”

She grinned wide. “I love you too. Umm … tell you what, you’re going to be digging around the lab looking for stuff, right?” I nodded. “I can’t be of much help with that … but maybe I can reciprocate while you’re busy.” She raised an eyebrow.

“What did you have in mind?” I suspected I knew, but I’d let her tell me.

She smirked. “Put me down there, of course.” She pointed down towards my crotch. “Let me make love to YOU while you’re searching the lab. In fact, you can just leave me down there until you’re done, I’ll keep going until you pull me out.”

“You’re sure?”

She gave me a wicked grin. “Of COURSE, honey! Let me do this for you. And make YOU cum multiple times. Just … be careful not to squish me.”

I smirked. “You know I’d never squish you. And I love when you … “

“So it’s settled. Stick me down there, honey. I’ll work on you while you do your work.” She gave a mischievous grin and licked her lips.

“You know I can’t resist you.” I lifted her up to my lips and kissed her again, letting my tongue slip between her legs for a moment, and then I pulled back the elastic of my shorts and boxers and lowered her down, snugging her up against my semi-rigid cock. I couldn’t help but smirk as I closed her inside. No, that part would never get old either. If she wanted to get cozy with my cock and rub her little naked body all over it, there was no way I was ever going to say no to that. I fact, for a few moments I felt like just stopping and enjoying the experience … at her size there was nothing she could do. Technically she could be going at it down there until she passed out, oblivious to what I was doing.

But … I would feel pretty guilty, wouldn’t I? YEP. Plus, eventually that Lydia or someone would come up wondering what I was still doing up here. I had no guarantee we’d be alone the whole time. So, I resisted the urge to just sit and enjoy Melanie’s ministrations. I could always do that another day, she’d probably be fine with me lounging in the yard, sipping a beer, while she made love to me down there. But not today. So after a couple minutes of feeling her snuggle and wrap her arms and legs around my cock, feeling her little feet push against my balls, her hands stroking the underside of my shaft as it grew to a full erection around her, I took a moment to think through a systematic search pattern, and then I went to work, one lab bench at a time, checking drawers, cabinets, looking behind large carboys or inside boxes, as I checked for any of the personal belongings that might have been stripped from Cindy, Becky, Erin or Kim when they were abducted and shrunk up here in this lab. It was possible there was something left behind from Melanie’s abduction as well, though she’d been working at the time – and somehow her purse and phone had made it to her siblings when she was placed there as a sick ‘observational experiment’ and they both sexually abused her regularly in captivity. Which is what led her to find a way to reach me, and how I got involved in all this in the first place.

Anyway, I digress. I continued to search bench by bench, mostly finding lab equipment and supplies, but occasionally saving something of interest – either something I could use myself (and with all the trouble that had started in this lab, all the trouble Andrew was involved with, and all the expenses that had drained my savings taking care of the girls, I had no reservations about taking a few items for myself) or in one drawer, I did find some notes that weren’t part of the five lab notebooks. Perhaps something a lab assistant kept? Either way, they might be useful, so I held onto them.

By that point, I did have to stop for a moment – I was rock hard down there, with Melanie wrapped around me, her lips pressed to the tip, her tiny tongue lapping up precum, and I was on the verge of exploding. It was impossible to concentrate, it was almost hard to stand, and I gripped the edge of a lab station as the sensations came in waves, Melanie riding my cock like a bucking bronco as I erupted.

For a minute I just stopped moving. First with the immediate aftereffects of a massive climax, and then while my cock was still sensitive and still somewhat stiff, I felt Melanie shifting her body around it, half sticking to it (though I could feel her tiny tongue consuming some of it) and half climbing into a different position before starting again. She did say she’d keep going and see how many times she could get me off before I finished searching the lab … and she wasn’t kidding.

So for a few moments it was hard to do … anything. And then I felt her getting back into a slow, steady rhythm with her hands and her legs and thighs, and figured I could – should – try and continue. Though, I suppose neither of us had given much thought to how I was going to get around with wet, sticky shorts. I’d have to get creative.

Over the next 30 minutes, I managed to go through all of the remaining lab benches. As well as skimmed the contents of two freezers, each partially filled with racks of samples (and in need of frost removal.) And paused twice more when Melanie brought me to climax. I was amazed at how much stamina she had down there – and how sticky everything felt down there. Ugh. Having her down there working me like that was beyond enjoyable, but I could do without the wet, sticky feeling every time I walked around. Anyway, I’d finished the benchtops and looked around the perimeter of the room for other possibilities, soon spotting a supply closet, a small bank of lockers, and a small office – none of which I’d paid much attention to previously. I buzzed through the lockers – most were empty, but one of them was actually padlocked. A small cutting tool I’d found in a drawer came in handy and the small lock was off in a few minutes. I kinda wondered what Melanie was thinking, sure she could hear the cutting tool on metal. I worried about attracting attention too, the lab was deserted aside from us but I could only do so much to keep the noise down.

With the lock removed, I opened the locker door. Inside I found … a whole lot of stuff. Including purses. Huh. So we guessed right after all. I removed three purses and a small bookbag and set them on the closest lab bench as I skimmed through the rest of the locker. Buried in the mess I also found papers … and an envelope full of cash. I’d go through the papers later – whatever was locked in there had to be important enough to lock up with the purses and cash. On first glance, I wondered if one of the scientists was skimming … or worse, possibly siphoning the girls’ bank accounts? I’d have to figure it out later, but I wasn’t leaving any of it behind.

Once I emptied the locker and had everything piled on the nearest lab bench, I suspected I’d have trouble fitting all this in my backpack. I started to wonder how I would get all this out the door – someone in the lobby would certainly question me if I tried to leave carrying purses along with an overstuffed backpack … it was too obvious. So I started mulling how to do this. Or I tried, anyway, until Melanie began edging me close to another climax, and I had to just stop and grip the bench for support as she took me over the edge for a fourth time, her body half stuck to my cock as she squirmed between my legs.

Melanie was working hard to give me pleasure, that was for sure. I felt like I should give her a break – she’d been at it for almost 45 minutes, while I’d been searching the lab, but now I’d found what we needed. I might need her advice on how to get it out of here.

So I slowly peeled back my waistband – my boxers were starting to stick to my legs – and Melanie, completely covered in sweat and half-dried cum, pushed away from my cock enough to look up at me, a tired but satisfied grin on her face.

“How’d I do, honey? Did you like it?”

“Babe, you were incredible.” She grinned ear to ear. “I can’t believe you kept going that long!”

“I’ve been working out, you know. It’s easier since you finally got that gym equipment.”

“Though you were always in great shape, as long as I’ve known you.”

She gave me a wry smile. “Thank you, honey. Umm … did you find what you were looking for?”

I nodded. “I think so, I just have to figure out how to get it out of here.”

“Okay. Do you … want me to keep going while you figure that out?”

I looked at her incredulously. “Are you serious? Babe, you’ve got to be exhausted.”

“A little. But I can keep going if you want me to. I’ve … “

“Babe, you know I absolutely love having you down there. But I need your help now, to figure out how to get all this stuff out of here. Maybe … you can try to set a new world record another time. Like … at home when we aren’t in any hurry.”

Her eyes got wide. “Oh, yeah. Umm … how long have I been … at this?”

“At least 45 minutes, babe. And I have no doubt you could keep going. But … we do need to get out of here before someone comes checking on us. And … it is kinda weird having a conversation when you’re down there plastered to my cock.”

She giggled. “I can think of worse places to be stuck to. But … okay. Are you up to helping me clean off?”

I snorted. “Like I’d ever say no to that?” She laughed. At that, I slowly worked her off my cock – with her help pushing off – and lifted her up out of my pants. She was a mess, but a sexy mess. I took her to the closest sink and began to gently wash her off under warm water, my thumb massaging her as the half-dried cum began to gradually break off her skin. She helped by running her fingers through her hair, trying to get my cum out, and that had the enjoyable effect of lifting her tiny breasts. She was slippery, so I used both hands, and she lay back, completely at ease as I caressed every inch of her body, until she was clean. I couldn’t find any good towels, so I pulled out a stack of paper hand towels from the dispenser and lay them out, depositing her gently atop the stack.

As I walked towards the other side of the lab and returned with her clothes in hand, she took her time blotting herself dry. I couldn’t blame her, the paper towels were probably rough on her skin. Though she did take one look at me and giggled, her eyes darting below my waist.

“What?” I exclaimed.

“You … might need to get creative if you’re thinking of walking out the lobby like that.”

I looked down and groaned. Sure enough, a nice big stain on the front of my pants.

She giggled again. I tried glaring at her, and she just laughed. I couldn’t stay mad at her for more than a second, not after all she’d done to … produce that. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it immensely. I’d have to get creative, though. I couldn’t just walk around with that, and I couldn’t take them off and wash them – we’d be here for hours.

After she stopped laughing, she said, “That first time … when you rescued us. Didn’t you steal someone’s lab coat?”

Damn, she was good. There were a couple lab coats on hooks on the wall next to the lockers. A little dusty – the scientists had vacated this place quickly, and that was weeks ago – but it would do in a pinch. Not like I had another option.

“Okay. Thank you, babe. Now … how do we get all this stuff into one backpack and not have someone stop me along the way?”

She shrugged. “Well since you’ll be wearing a lab coat, you probably don’t want to go out the main lobby anyway. They may remember you coming in as a visitor – or at least not recognize you as an employee. Right? So … how did you get in that first time?”

“Through the service entrance in the back. I … borrowed your key card, and then looked as if I was just having trouble with the reader, so they didn’t stop me when I walked in behind someone else. Though, I did have a cap and glasses on too.”

She nodded. “Alright, then why don’t we go out that same entrance. Down the stairwell. Most people take the elevators anyway.”

So at that, she stood there and watched as I went over what I’d piled up. The bookbag turned out to be Erin’s, not Becky’s – I found her name written on a couple of papers stuffed inside. The purses, there was no money in any of them (shocking) but we did find keys and phones. I just wasn’t sure whose was whose, but I planned to bring all of it anyway. The hand-written log and envelope of cash … I’d have to decipher that later. The log entries on first glance, looked like gibberish. But I had no doubt the cash was related to this whole scheme, and possibly related to the girls. I doubted any of them were carrying this much cash when they were abducted, but I’d bring it back and we’d sort it out. I was pretty sure the girls could fill in some details for me.

I tried flattening the purses and stuffing them into my backpack. I was able to get all three in – but there was no way I’d fit Melanie in there, she’d be squished.

She thought about the situation and then snorted.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but … it might be easier to just ride in your pants again.” She looked at me. “I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Now I snorted. “Are you sure you want to go back down there? It’s … not all dry yet.” That was an understatement.

“Honey, I don’t mind. Besides, it’ll give you an excuse to give me a bath again. Though … I can’t promise I won’t try anything while I’m down there.”

Now the thought of that was both exciting and horrifying all at once. We’d be out in public. I’d have to keep the lab coat on and buttoned the whole trip home. And the other girls would give me plenty of trouble once they figured out where Melanie was. But … as far as sneaking her out of here, it wasn’t a bad idea.

A few minutes later, here I was with a labcoat on and partially buttoned (enough to cover the wet stain on my shorts), backpack stuffed to the brim with the three purses, the bookbag (which thankfully didn’t have much in it) and the cash, plus a couple supplies I decided to take for myself. I felt Melanie between my legs, as she pressed her body flat against my crotch. Her clothes were in the pocket of the labcoat. And then, backtracking what I remembered from that first trip to Level 7 many weeks ago, I made my way down the stairwell, down 7 levels, and came out at the ground, with an exit door to the street. It had a delayed fire alarm on it, but I took a couple of minutes to temporarily disable it, and then walked out and headed quickly to the car. I carefully climbed in – acutely aware of Melanie between my legs – set my overstuffed backpack in the passenger seat, and drove off.

On the way, I could feel Melanie … at it again. I came once along the way, and almost pulled over for fear of having an accident. Then just as I pulled the car into the garage and began to get out, I could feel another climax coming. I stopped just short of the door into the house, my hand against the door jamb for support. Just as Melanie brought me over the edge, the door opened from the other side and I found Keisha, about to speak, and then her eyes got wide and she just looked at me, and then down to my waist – which of course was covered up by the purloined labcoat, more or less. She muttered, “What the … “

I’d have replied immediately, but right at that moment I was literally cumming.

Keisha just stared at me for a moment … and scowled at me. In the midst of an orgasm. It dampened the mood pretty quickly. She just stood there, partially blocking the door and waiting for an explanation.

“I … “ I started to say. And then I sighed. “It was her idea. Seriously. She wouldn’t have fit in the bag anyway. I … “

At least her scowl started to lessen. “Oh” she muttered. “Fine.” She stepped back and let me in. “Though I’m going to ask her later.”

I shrugged. “Go ahead. I’m not lying. But I imagine she’d like to get cleaned off. And I need to change.” The initial anger in her eyes – I could tell she was just being protective of the girls, which I did appreciate – was gone, replaced by … amusement? Maybe. Anyway, she didn’t stop me as I came into the kitchen, set my overloaded pack on the chair and then strolled towards the bathroom, picking up clean shorts and boxes on the way. I saw Maria up in the sink and uttered, “Sorry, I … “

She snorted. “No, come on in. I … “ she looked down at my shorts, the stain visible now that I’d started to take off the ratty labcoat. “I want to hear about this.” She just stood and smirked at me. Given she was standing in the sink, her skirt hiked up, probably just finishing her own business, it was hard to take her seriously, but she didn’t seem to want to leave.

“Fine” I muttered. Setting my clean clothes down, I pulled off the labcoat, and then reached down to my shorts and carefully took them off. I felt Melanie squirming in my boxers. Then pulling back the waistband, I reached inside and scooped up Melanie in my hand, gently lifting her up.

She looked exhausted, and had layers of half-tried cum all over her body, but she had a grin on her face as she looked at me with a hopeful expression and said, “So how was I?”

I just said, “You were incredible. Amazing. As if there was any doubt.” She beamed. “Then I whispered, “We have company” and she whipped her head around, saw Maria, and blushed. At least I think she blushed, it was hard to tell. I figured she probably realized Maria was nearby from hearing her speak, but I wasn’t sure, given how covered in cum she was and how the sound would be muffled down between my legs regardless.

The two of them talked, Maria pressing Melanie for details, as I gently washed Melanie under warm water in the other sink. Which took a while. Though to my amusement, she talked about trying to break her new record of making me cum 6 times … once she rested up first of course. And Maria was encouraging her. I was half surprised Maria didn’t volunteer to try to beat the record, though I suspected Maria wanted to be restored sooner rather than later.

After Melanie was finally cum-free, I gently rubbed lotion over her bare skin, out of concern I might have had to rub too hard. It was a testimony to the trust she had in me, that she just lay back in my hand and let me handle it. I set her down gently on a dry washcloth and let her get dressed as I pulled off my boxers – they were starting to stick to my thighs, eew – and clean myself off before pulling on clean clothes. Then I brought them both with me to the kitchen and they continued their conversation on the little Barbie sofa while I started making dinner. I had to keep in mind that I had three full size mouths to feed now, which meant more food.

As I stood at the stove, Keisha and Kim both made their way to the kitchen. Kim (still wearing Keisha’s bathrobe) immediately turned her attention to the spoils from our trip to the lab, and squealed in delight at finding her purse. With her keys and wallet and phone (battery dead of course) … and devoid of cash or credit cards. Which soured her mood some, though it really didn’t come as much of a surprise. She excused herself to find a cable to charge her phone, then anxiously waited for it to charge a little so she could start logging onto her banking apps, checking for activity – and of course to cancel her cards and request new ones. I mentioned the envelope of cash and the separate paper log, and asked if she could help go over it and see where the cash had come from – or rather, how much cash belonged to each of the four of them. Because I doubted the cash had come from anywhere else but their wallets or from use of their missing cards. To her credit, Kim got right on it, working to decipher the log entries.

By the time I had dinner ready, the others were all up on the table, discussing what I’d brought back. Cindy, Becky and Erin each identified what was theirs out of the stash, and Kim was starting to work out from the log how much of the pilfered cash belonged to each of them and divvy it up, while Keisha helped dig through the other purses for them and identify what was there. They were relieved to learn that phones were present, though none of the three really needed their keys that badly – Cindy and Becky had both agreed they wouldn’t go back to Andrew’s home without an escort and only if they were certain he was still ‘locked up’ … while Erin still lived with her mother, who I’m sure was anxious to see her.

Those discussions continued while I served dinner, and then afterwards, until nearly bedtime.

Kim made it clear that she wanted to get back to work – and started on this case specifically - as soon as possible. Mostly to ensure nothing got screwed up, that the people involved in this plot would stay behind bars. She looked like a woman on a mission, and far be it from me to stop her. She’d have probably urged me to drive her back to her home tonight, but for a lack of clothes to wear, and my insistence that she at least give it a day. She’d been restored for only a few hours, and she was only the second person ever to be restored. Granted, the first – Keisha – was now at two days and seemed to be adapting pretty well so far. But still. I reminded her that the clothes I ordered online were due to arrive in the morning (I even checked the tracking again on my phone while we spoke) and then I’d be happy to drive her.

At bedtime, I offered to sleep on the sofa and let the two of them have the bed (the sofa wasn’t large enough for two anyway, at least not side by side) and they took me up on it. I suppose a small part of me was disappointed that they didn’t just offer to let me share the bed with them. Three of us could fit full-size, but it would be … cozy. They did each give me a kiss goodnight, and then turned in, while I brought a pillow and blanket with me to the sofa and settled in for the night.

Before I dozed off, I felt a little tug on my blanket. Glancing down, I saw Maria there, pulling on the blanket where it touched the floor. I reached down and lifted her up onto my stomach.

Looking at her with groggy eyes, I mumbled, “What’s up, couldn’t sleep?”

She snorted and replied in a soft voice, “Just umm … wanted to check on you.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Since when do you ever feel the urge to just … check on me? Come on Maria, out with it.” I cracked a smile, despite being tired. It HAD been a long day.

“O-kay. Umm … can I make a deal with you?”

I shrugged. “Sure, I guess. What kind of deal?”

“Well, I want to make sure you restore me before Cindy.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I kinda made a deal with her, but I need you to go along with it.”

“What … kind of deal?”

“Well … I know she pulled some stunts that she shouldn’t have. I kinda played off being more upset with her than I really am … you know I’m not the vindictive type, right?” I shrugged again. “Well anyway, she’s agreed, if I’m restored before she is, then she’ll … let me … “

My eyes got wide for a moment. “Shit. This is about sex?”

She gave me a shy grin. “Maybe. But you can join us. And Mel if she wants.”

“So, why tell me all this?”

“Because I need to convince you to restore me first and not Cindy.”

I nodded. “And how are you going to convince me?” I smirked. Honestly, I’d have probably done it anyway, I figured on Erin (so she could go back and see her mother) and Maria first, given Cindy and Becky were in no hurry to go back home, knowing now that Andrew was involved in this whole scheme behind the scenes. But I was curious how she’d respond if she felt she had to ‘convince’ me.

She stepped closer, climbing up to my chin, put both hands on it and leaned in to give me a tiny kiss. “How did you like Mel spending all that time in your pants? Didn’t she get you off like six times?”

“She was amazing. And yes, it was six times.”

“Tell you what, I bet I can break that record. I KNOW I can. And I know you’ll enjoy every minute of it. But first you have to promise me you’ll restore me before Cindy.”

Like I said, I was probably going to restore her anyway. But this was worth not showing my cards right away. I resisted for maybe half a second before nodding. “Alright, Maria. I’ll make sure you go before Cindy.”

“Good.” She just stood there for a moment, and I looked right back at her. “So … “

“So” I replied right back at her.

“So would you rather have me … now, when it’s just us, or tomorrow after breakfast when the others will know? It’s … up to you, I guess.”

I snorted. “You guess?”

“Well … yeah. It’s your call. I’m right here, right now. Do you want me to get you off right now, or do you want to wait until morning? I suppose it depends on whether this talk is making you … horny right now. Or whether you want to show off to the others. Because you know I’ll be … down there for a while.”

I smirked. “Alright. Yes, it’s exciting … for me at least. But I’m not in this to show off, and I wouldn’t put it past Kim or Keisha to tease me about it to no end. Plus, Melanie’s looking forward to trying this again, maybe when the house isn’t so … full. But … not right this minute either. After all Melanie did, I’m not sure I have THAT much stamina left.”

“So what’s your plan?”

“I promised you’d go before Cindy. So … how about tomorrow night?”
“Aren’t you going to … restore someone tomorrow?”

I shrugged. “Probably, if there’s time. Kim’s going to want to get home soon as she has something to wear, and I’m not quite sure how long that will take. But if there’s time, it may make sense to do Erin next. She’s had the shortest time shrunk out of all of you, but she also can easily go back to stay with her mother if she needs to – and the longer she’s gone the harder it will be to keep that story under wraps. I still think the fewer people who know about this shrinking device the better.”

Maria nodded. “Alright. But can you do a favor for me first?”

“What’s that?”

“At least get ME off once before you go to sleep. This girl is all worked up and no place to go … “

I snorted. “Of course.” So at that I lifted her up in my hand. She lay back in my palm, lifting her skirt and parting her legs, inviting me. I thought the girl had turned into a brazen slut, but I kept my thoughts to myself. I brought her to my lips and kissed her thighs, while the tip of my tongue slid between her legs. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I worked her cunt with my tongue first, and then once I tasted wetness, my little finger. She gasped as the tip of my finger invaded her, and I slowly worked her onto my finger, drawing it out for several minutes before bringing her to climax. I was gratified by her enthusiastic moaning and her trembling in my hand as she came.

As she came down from her high, I slowly slid my finger out and tasted it. Then I set Maria down on my chest and to my mild amusement, she curled up and drifted off to sleep, a contented look on her face. I figured it would probably be safe, as there wasn’t room for me to roll over anyway – not on the sofa – so I brought the blanket up just far enough to cover her bottom half – and half of my chest – and then I tried to get some sleep myself.

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The next morning, as I awoke to the sound of others moving about, I peeked around and then nudged Maria awake and gently lowered her to the floor so she could scamper off and freshen up. I felt no need to broadcast to the others that Maria had spent the night with me.

I got dressed myself, the girls generally in and out of the bathroom and indifferent to me using the shower (we were all long past the point of anyone being shy) though having two full size women – Kim and Keisha – in the house certainly changed the dynamic. Both of them wanted the shower too, so I tried to get in and out quickly and not use up the hot water. They were both alright waiting as long as I was going to make them breakfast. Besides, Keisha only had a couple changes of clothes (I figured especially with her own car here at the curb, she’d eventually go home to do laundry) and Kim had nothing besides the robe she borrowed, at least until the mail arrived today. I suspected as soon as she had clothes to wear, she’d be pushing me to drive her home. At the moment, the only thing keeping her here was she didn’t want to go out naked. Here in the house where all of us had seen each other naked frequently, was a different matter. Outside, as a somewhat public figure, she had a reputation to protect.

Kim had gone through her purse last night, borrowed a charger for her phone, found her keys, and was deciphering the paper log I found with the envelope of cash. Now, she sat looking at the log and her own notes, scowling over both, though she did crack a brief smile when I set down a plate of food for her.

“Was that log helpful?” I prompted, to see if she’d let on what she’d found.

She groaned. “I suppose at least we have an idea where the money went.”

“You mean all that cash?”

“More than just that. Every one of my credit cards had the maximum cash advance drawn out.” She glanced at the girls, the implication being that Cindy, Becky and Erin could all be at risk. Though I did wonder, given Erin had limited resources – she was living with her mother and trying to pay for school – and for Cindy I figured the bills would go back to Andrew. Becky, I had no idea if that was the case too or not, but it wasn’t really my place to ask.

As we ate, Kim discussed what she’d found. Essentially for herself, Erin, Cindy and Becky, all the cash had been cleared out of their purses (I kinda figured that much) and she’d estimated how much belonged to each based on the notes. Kim suspected Erin’s bank account had been wiped clean, though Erin needed to log on and confirm (which she was eager to do even while eating, though she had to kneel over her phone and type with her palms). Kim gave Cindy a look as she noted she didn’t think Cindy’s cards had been touched. Of course that led to a few snipes back and forth. It was obvious, the bill would have gone to Andrew, which is why they had left it alone; though deep down the girls understood that Cindy was duped like the rest of them, so Kim moved on. Becky’s two cards also had the maximum cash advance drawn – though Becky’s limit was much lower, given she was a college student (I never did ask, but her entire income was probably a part-time job or some work-study at the school.) All in all, Kim was able to piece it together and figure out roughly how much was taken from each of them. Which added up to more cash than was in the envelope, but at least some cash was still there to dole out. Kim was already putting a fraud alert on her cards and canceling them, and she suggested Becky and Erin do the same.

Once I finished my own breakfast, I left them alone to settle up the on-hand cash, while Kim and Keisha helped Erin and Becky with canceling their cards and adding fraud alerts. I suspected we got lucky with Melanie, as odd as that sounded. How her estranged siblings got linked to this, I never did figure out, but somehow she’d been placed with them as an ‘experiment’ and her purse, phone, keys and credit cards traveled with her. She’d managed to get ahold of her phone (a month into her captivity) to reach me, and I’d broken back in with her later to retrieve her purse and find out what else we could find. They’d been paid for the ‘experiment’ and somehow didn’t appear to have bothered with her credit cards, they’d just flung her purse in a cabinet and left it. So while everything else was disastrous for her, including the horrible things they put her through in captivity, somehow they hadn’t tried used her credit cards.

A couple hours later, the clothes Keisha had helped order, arrived. She and Kim began going through them right away, and soon Kim was pulling the tags off ‘her’ two outfits. Minutes later, she was back in the bedroom dressing, then in the bathroom getting herself ready to go.

She was clearly a woman on a mission.

So less than an hour later, I found myself driving Kim out to her house, while Keisha stayed behind with the others.

“I do appreciate all your help with this” she said, once we’d gotten on the highway and I had a short reprieve from her blow-by-blow directions. I kinda knew how to get on the highway already, but she was anxious and telling me where and when to turn seemed to put her a little at ease.

“It’s no problem. But please, make sure you let me know asap if there’s any problem. Or call 911 if you need to. And … we should probably check in regularly anyway, given it’s been less than 24 hours.”

She smiled. “You’re worried about me, aren’t you.”

“Of course” I replied. “I’m worried about all of you.”

“I’ll be fine. But I need to get to work. Not only do I need to make sure those idiots don’t get out of jail – I need to find out what prosecutor is assigned to this case – but … “ she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “I need to look after my girlfriends too. And you for that matter.”

“Me?” I exclaimed.

“Don’t let on too much to the others just yet, I have some research to do still, but we already know there are some deep pockets involved in this little criminal enterprise. And just putting them in jail isn’t going to help the victims, it’ll only keep them from hurting others. In a way, you’re a victim too.”

“How’s that? I wasn’t shrunk like you were.”

“No, but you not only took care of us, you risked yourself several times to rescue us, and … do you even know how much you spent of your own money?”

I sighed. “A LOT. Privately … I didn’t want to say this to the girls, but I came close to considering a home equity loan to get the equipment to build that machine.”

“Why would you put yourself through all that?”

“Because … I care so much for Melanie, and … “ I paused. “I … suppose I care about all of you. About the injustice of it all, how nobody else did anything to make it right. Someone has to … you know?”

She nodded. “I know.”

At that, she directed me off the highway and around a few side streets. Her house was a decent size cape cod – not a mansion by any means, but in a pretty nice neighborhood, with lots of green space. I parked in the driveway and went inside with her, the door a little hard to push open due to the pile of unread mail. She told me she wanted to find her car, but figured at this point it had been towed somewhere. Either way, she could get started here and use a ride share or cab if she had to.

She was so eager to get started that she almost pushed me out the door, though I insisted she get some lunch. And made her promise she’d call me right away if there were any problems, or if she needed anything. She promised, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and nudged me out the door.

I headed back home, my mind racing. With Keisha still hanging around the house to help, Kim was the first to truly return to her old life. To leave the nest, so to speak.

First, but surely not the last.

[Rusco57]

Great chapter!!
And it's good to see you're still working on this story. It's just too good to leave.

[Rocket]

After taking Kim to her house and helping her get settled – and her insisting that she was alright and promising she’d call if there were any problem – I reluctantly returned to my car and drove back home. It was eerily quiet in the car. It had been weeks (at least) since I’d been by myself more than a few minutes, and I wasn’t used to it. I had to crank up the radio.

I did also insist that Kim check back in regularly, at least for a couple days, so I’d know she was okay. As if she sensed me thinking about that, I received a text from her. A little snarky, she said nothing happened in the 15 minutes since I left. I couldn’t help but grin. At least she knew I was worried about her.

So I called in an order for pizza and stopped off to pick it up on the way back, figuring it was already coming up on lunch time. Kim was so anxious to get back to her house – she’d been gone nearly a month – that she just filled up on breakfast, got dressed as soon as the clothes arrived, and wanted me to take her right away. I hoped she’d be able to get lunch, I had no idea what she had around the house.

I got home, three pizzas in hand. I let Keisha have her pick of slices, I pulled off a couple for myself, and then I pulled out the machine and shrunk the rest. The girls seemed to appreciate having ‘normal’ food, and it was a lot easier for me than trying to cut tiny pieces for them. Even if it was more expensive.

“Who’s next?” asked Keisha.

I replied, “I was thinking … “ I noticed all the girls were looking at me. I snorted. “Pressure’s on, eh? Okay. Well regardless, I’m hoping everyone’s going to be restored in the next three or four days. I just want to … not take it too quickly. And not just because I’m trying to be cautious. It’s practical reasons too. Like … how many people can we fit in this house. It may seem big now, but it won’t be with everyone … my size.”

Maria snorted. “I would hope some of us are … more petite than you are.” That prompted a round of laughs.

“So anyway … I’m thinking one today, one tomorrow, and then maybe we can do the rest of you the third day. But we might need to start thinking about who can go back home versus who needs to stay here a while longer?”

Cindy sighed. “I figured I would be one of the last … since I’m obviously not moving back in with Andrew.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I suppose you could go back and get some of your things, while he’s … not there?”

She thought for a moment. “There are still household staff … but yeah, I wouldn’t be comfortable staying there for any length of time.”

“Household staff?” blurted Erin.

Before the two of them went further down that road, I interjected. “Andrew’s got money, obviously. It looks like he invested a sizable chunk of money in this illegal venture. Though … “ I glanced back at Cindy, “I suppose if you divorced him you’d get some of that in the settlement?”

She groaned. “He made me sign a pre-nup. The bastard.”

Becky piped in, “How about you save us for last, if we’re able to stay here for a little while? We can go back there together just to get some things, but … not too much. You’re right, the house seems so big right now but it won’t be when I’m … back to normal.”

I nodded. “Okay. So … Erin, if you go next, and then Maria tomorrow?” Everyone murmured agreement with the plan.

Keisha added, “I may need to check in with Sarge soon, but when I do, he’ll expect me to report back to duty.”

“And at that point, he’ll know the machine is working. It’ll set some things in motion. Though Kim is already getting situated at home, soon as she checks in with the office … “

Everyone looked to me for answers, nobody else was speaking up.

“So … we probably have until tomorrow. Maybe. So Keisha. How about tomorrow, you and I get on a call with Sarge and … start filling him in. And align our cover stories, as I’m pretty sure he does NOT want this getting out to the public.”

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After we finished eating and Keisha helped me clean up, Erin waited on the kitchen table while the others took off. She just sat there for a minute, looking at me.

Finally she blurted, “I suppose you’re going to want to … “ she scrunched her nose “ … have sex one last time. Or ask me to get you off, before … “

I just gave her a look. “Erin, hold up. I’m not going to make you do anything. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. We’ll just get you restored this afternoon and if all goes well, tomorrow you can go back home. I’m sure your mother’s been worried.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’ve messaged her a few times since … we got back. And now that I have my phone back, it’s easier too.”

“What have you told her about … all this?”

She shrugged. “I said I’d been kidnapped, which is … true. And explains why she didn’t hear from me for 3 weeks … but that I was rescued, I’m doing fine, but the police are asking lots of questions and they’re checking me out and treating me for bruises and stuff. I told her I’d be back home real soon.”

“That’s good. Sarge will probably be alright with that cover story. He mostly doesn’t want word of the shrinking to get out to the public … the fewer people who realize it’s even possible, the better. And … maybe we can get you back home tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She paused in thought. And then looked back up at me and smirked. “Tell you what. One last time, if you’re up for it. I’ll let you … play with me for a bit and then I’ll get you off. But … it’s gotta be someplace less public.”

“How about on the back porch?” The only person who could come out there is Keisha, but I suspected she’d be busy with the girls anyway. She’d taken to helping them out around the house.

“Outside? What … aren’t there like … neighbors?”

“High fences on the sides, woods in back. And we’ll stay close to the house. It’s actually pretty private.”

She looked at me for a moment. “Okay. Though I guess I’m going wherever you take me anyway.” She snorted softly. “But after we’re done … then I get to be restored.”

“Definitely.” At that, she let me pick her up and take her out to the back porch. I closed the door quietly behind me, and stayed close to the house. It still wasn’t 100% private. Just a lot more private than inside.

I sat down in a lawn chair and got comfortable, as I held Erin gently in my hand. She stretched her little arms and gave me a sultry look. She whispered, “Can you use both hands? I need a little more room.”

“Okay” I replied. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but I brought my other hand up and held my two palms together to make a flat surface. Once I did, she got up on her knees, smirked at me, and then began to sway as she slowly stripped. Not that it took very long, like the other girls she was just wearing a Barbie top and a velcro skirt and bare feet most of the time, but she made it look sexy and I couldn’t take my eyes off her while she swayed her hips. She gave me that sultry look again, and I could tell she enjoyed having power over men when she danced like that. I was reminded that she was working in a strip club to save money for college, though I doubt any of the patrons waving those bills at the stage ever dreamed of experiencing Erin like this, having complete control over her like this.

As she finished, she winked, and then lay back in my palm, parted her legs, and said softly, “Time to enjoy yourself.”

She’d gotten me all worked up and she knew it. It showed a lot of trust in me, to get me all hot and bothered and then lay naked in my hand and let me do whatever I felt like. For a few moments, I just drank it all in. She really was gorgeous. Then I reached for her with my free hand, first gently touching her cheek, and then running my finger along her arm. She surprised me by lifting her hand, pushing the tip of my finger towards her chest. She smirked. I accepted the invitation and began to fondle her breasts, gently kneading them between my finger and thumb until I felt her tiny nipples start to stiffen.

Erin gently moaned, her eyes closed as she enjoyed my ministrations. She said softly, “I can hardly believe in a little while I won’t be tiny anymore. So I’m up for anything, since it’s my last time. Use me however you like … as long as you make me feel good too. I trust you.”

“Alright” I whispered, my lips hovering just over her bare stomach. She shivered a little. I let two of my fingers trace over her, from her shoulders to her legs. I lifted one of her legs and held her tiny foot between my lips, tickling the sole of her foot with my tongue. She giggled and squirmed in my hand. Then I took her by the hips with my finger and thumb and flipped her over, her breasts pressed against my hand. I traced my hand over her bare back, the backs of her arms, and then her cute little ass. I started giving her a little massage, first her shoulders and upper back, and she sighed. A couple minutes into that, I kept it up with two fingers around her shoulders, but began to also massage her ass with my thumb. She let out a little moan. I rubbed one cheek with my thumb and then the other.

I heard her whisper, “Oh, that feels soooo good.” So I kept it up for a few minutes, two fingers on her shoulders and my thumb on her ass, though I started to rub her ass a little harder, and ran my thumb along her crack. She instinctually parted her legs a bit, and I ran my thumb down between her legs and back up, brushing her labium, her perineum and her rectum, rubbing them with each pass until she moaned and involuntarily started to move her hips slightly, in rhythm with my thumb strokes. Not long after that, I felt a little wetness down there, signaling she was ready. So I nudged her legs further apart and began to caress her sensitive folds with the tip of my little finger, until they parted around it. She moaned loudly when I began to enter her. I took my time, slowly working my finger up her tiny passage. Moans and gasps escaped her lips with each little movement of my finger. She started to buck her hips, and I held her down gently with my thumb. I could feel her pushing against me, but it didn’t take much effort to hold her still. Besides, I enjoyed the feel of her breasts, her stomach and her thighs pressed against my palm, and her tiny vaginal muscles contracting against my finger as I slowly, methodically began to pump her, drawing her ever closer to a climax. I continued until I had her right on the edge, as she moaned and whimpered under my touch. “Mmmm … please … finish me!” she moaned as I paused, teasing her for just a moment, before I started pumping again. I kept going through her first climax and soon brought her to a second, before I let her catch her breath. With my finger still inside her and sopping-wet, I gently turned her around in my hand, placing her on her back and letting her legs dangle off the side of my hand. My finger turning inside of her was enough to push her to a third climax, this one with her chest heaving and her eyes open, looking right at me as she had another orgasm. A sheen of sweat covered her chest, and I brought her up to my lips and softly kissed her stomach and her breasts before I began to slowly withdraw my finger. Her trapped juices began to run out, and I caught what I could with the tip of my tongue.

When I lowered her from my lips, she was sprawled across my hand, still breathing heavily. She lifted herself up on her elbows, which to my delight lifted her breasts. She looked up at me, a silly grin on her face. As my thumb lazily brushed her chest I whispered, “So how was that?”

She sighed. “Almost enough to reconsider going back.” As I raised an eyebrow, she quickly added, “Almost. Don’t get any ideas. You’re restoring me TODAY.” She gave me a look, but could only hold it for a couple seconds before cracking a grin.

“No worries. I said I would, and I will.”

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She let me take her to the bathroom and clean her up in the sink, one last time.

As I gently blotted her dry, my eyes drinking in her features as she lay back in my hand, I said softly, “Are you ready, Erin?”

She opened her eyes and smirked. “Definitely. Lead the way, handsome.”

I snorted.

Not bothering to put her clothes back on – they were Barbie clothes anyway and not something she could wear in public – I carried her to the office, where I kept the machines. The others all knew what was happening and started milling in, Keisha standing at the doorway and the other girls huddled just inside. As they watched, I lay her carefully in the middle of the floor. She squirmed a little as she got comfortable, stretching her little arms, before looking towards me, lifting her little hand in a thumbs-up sign as she said “I’m ready. Hit me.”

I checked over the new machine, verifying the correct settings before I pointed the laser at her and pulled the trigger. She let out a little gasp as she started to grow, and then passed out as she started to reach her normal size. I waited a few moments to be sure the process was complete, before kneeling at her side. She was breathing steadily and looked fine aside from being unconscious – and of course naked.

The others scooted back to make room as I gently slid my arms under her shoulders and knees and lifted her up. Like with the others, I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed, and caught myself ogling her before I pulled the sheets up.

Keisha snorted from the doorway. “Did you do that with me? You DID, didn’t you.” At least she looked more amused than angry.

I sighed. “Probably. It’s hard not to.”

“I can imagine” she deadpanned. Then more softly she added, “As long as you remember, once we’re back to normal, you can’t just … be asking for sex whenever you feel like it.”

“True. Though I didn’t push YOU, did I?”

“It didn’t take much to get you going.” She flashed a grin. “But no, you didn’t push. And you didn’t push with Kim either. Which I imagine she appreciated. You want her working with you, not against you, believe me.”

“So I should have a little sympathy for the idiots who did this, now that she’s on the case?”

“HELL no. But … I am glad she’s going to get involved.” She paused for a minute. “Tell you what. I can keep an eye on Erin. I know the drill. You go off and … do whatever it is you do. I’ll let you know when she’s up.”

At that I nodded and headed back to my office, to pack up the machine. I wasn’t comfortable leaving pieces out and about, especially with other … full size adults walking around. Not that I expected any of them would try to use it intentionally, but they could do something accidentally just from being nosy. Plus, there was always the risk that someone would break in – it HAD happened twice already, after all.

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It wasn’t long before Erin was up and awake – I could tell from the excited shriek even without being in the room. I got up and walked over to the bedroom. She was sitting up – oblivious to the sheet falling down to her lap – and as soon as our eyes met, she waved me over for a hug. And a kiss on the cheek.

By dinner time, Erin was up and about. She’d taken her first ‘real’ shower in a month, and was milling about in one of her new outfits. Keisha decided it was finally time to call Sarge. As of right now, nobody outside the eight of us knew that the machine was working, much less that 3 of the girls had already been restored. But Kim’s office was likely to learn about her ‘return’ tomorrow – assuming she hadn’t already taken a cab to her office this afternoon (which would have likely freaked people out.) Either way, the cat would be out of the proverbial bag tomorrow for sure. Keisha debated putting off the call until morning, knowing he’d likely want to meet with us right away, and may expect her to report in to the precinct as well. But someone might have noticed her car was moved off the precinct lot two days ago, and as soon as Kim checked in with her office all hell would break loose.

So, Keisha called Sarge. She took the call from the kitchen, but I couldn’t only hear bits and pieces of the conversation; I was a little annoyed that she didn’t put it on speaker. Even if she WAS in effect reporting in to her boss at work.

Finally, she looked at me as she said, “Yeah, let me put him on” and set the phone on the table, on speaker.

I heard him clear his throat. “So it WORKS? It really works?”

“Yes.” (OBVIOUSLY, since Keisha was the one calling him from her own phone … but I bit my tongue. No reason to alienate the guy.) I added, “Keisha volunteered to go first, and she’s helping me here as we prepare to do the others.”

There was silence for a few moments. “How soon?”

“I’m trying to take it slow, doing one per day so we can watch for any ill effects from the … restoration. So far so good, but it’s early. I don’t like to take too many risks.”

He grunted.

After that, we got into more of the details and next steps. He did want Keisha returning to duty, but he’d have her patrol the neighborhood frequently, so she’d be close by if something came up. He still wanted to limit how many people knew about this – that shrinking was even possible – so we worked on synchronizing our cover stories – which Keisha would then help me relay to the others. Though Kim had already flown the coop, so to speak.

There were probably far too many people who knew already, not counting the girls. The dozen soon-to-be felons that were now in custody. Sarge, Andrew’s administrative assistant, Keisha’s patrol partner and two other officers that were down in that bunker under the mansion when Keisha was shrunk. Possibly (likely) the officers that responded after the first break-in, when the lead scientist and his thugs tried to rough me up and search the place (after I was shot, the details were a little fuzzy, so I really had no idea how many officers were there, plus the paramedics, and how many of those people saw Melanie or Maria or Cindy or Becky inadvertently, or who learned of them from a fellow officer) … plus anyone else Sarge would have dealt with on his end. I really didn’t know how much the people who brought the old machine to the house (twice) or others who searched the mansion knew or didn’t know … and for that matter, what about all the people at that secret compound where Kim and Erin were held? I can’t imagine nobody else there knew about this. When I really started trying to add it up, my head started spinning.

I did wonder how Sarge (and Kim now) planned to spin this when it came to the courts … because of course, the culprits in this scheme would certainly get their day in court. I was sure it would be closed to the public, but there was no way the secret wouldn’t get out to more people then … perhaps exponentially if anyone leaked it. Plus, Kim had suggested more legal actions – so could this all end up in civil court as well?

If Sarge meant to keep a lid on this, he had his hands full. And then some.

Though as I thought about it, the look on Andrew’s face – and the others – when one of the girls walks into a courtroom – fully restored - to give testimony? THAT would be priceless.

Sarge was planning to come by in the morning. It sounded like he expected Keisha to be ready to roll after his visit – or interrogation – or whatever he had planned. It was good that we’d started buying clothes for each of the girls – so Erin would have something normal to wear. Sarge was ticked that Kim had already left, and I suspected he would be talking to her after he met with us in the morning.

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After dinner, I offered Erin and Keisha the bedroom and indicated that I’d sleep on the sofa again. Erin and Keisha had worked out a deal, they felt someone should be around to help – and if Keisha got called back in to work, Erin would stay until Maria was up and about. Assuming Maria would then stay until the others were restored.

When it came time for bed, Keisha gave me a hug and Erin another kiss on the cheek before they went to settle into bed. I really doubted the two of them would entertain any extracurricular activities, much less invite me to join in, though my mind drifted there of its own accord anyway. So it was just as well that Maria came padding in just as I’d stripped down to my boxers and a tee shirt and was fluffing the pillow.

As I glanced down at her, she smirked and said, “You remember our deal, right?”

I snorted. “I already said you would go next.”

“So I don’t need to … “ she started to say, a devious look on her face as she tried to pull a response out of me.

“You’re not getting out of it THAT easy”

She giggled. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t even going to try. Just seeing if I can get a rise out of you.” She giggled again.

I groaned. “Cute. Though you always get a rise out of me, you know that.”

“Thought so. Well are you ready for me now?”

“Suppose so. Are you up for it?”

She grinned. “I am if you are. Just remember what you promised. And … enjoy yourself. You can leave me down there for a while if you want. If I need to come up for air, I’ll … stick my head out your fly. How’s that?”

“Sounds like a deal. But do NOT exhaust yourself down there. If you need to come out, say something. Or kick me or something to get my attention. Or … I guess you’ll figure something out.”

She snorted. “Very brave of you. Suggesting I kick you when I’m going to be right next to your balls.” My eyes widened at that and she laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I can kick THAT hard.” After a moment’s pause she added, “At least until tomorrow, right?”

I nodded. “No worries. I did promise you’d be next.”

“Good. Though you know, if this all works out and you think it’s safe, I’d consider going back and forth, maybe … shrinking again for a few days. It might actually be fun, knowing we have control over it and I can go back when I’m ready to ...”

She looked lost in thought for a moment, probably thinking of just that. I stirred her back with a little nudge on the shoulder, saying “Okay, Maria, are you ready to do this then?” I almost said ‘one last time’ but if she was just fantasizing about shrinking again just for fun, then maybe it wouldn’t be the last time.

“Ready. I’m all yours, buddy.” So at that, I gently lifted her up and held her as I lay down on the sofa. I set her back down on my chest and then lifted the waistband of my boxers, holding it open for her. Sure enough, after a few moments she smirked, tugged off her top and skirt, got down on all fours and made her way south, making a point of sashaying her bare tush as she did. She took one last glance back at me to make sure I was watching, and then continued, ducking under the elastic as I held it for her. Once inside, I lowered the waistband and settled back onto the pillow, as I felt her snugging up against my cock and balls.

I sighed. I was NOT going to get much sleep tonight. But then neither was Maria. And she’d be doing all the work. All I had to do was relax and enjoy.

I had NO problem with that.

So I just lay back on the pillow, pulled up the blanket, and enjoyed feeling Maria as she squirmed between my legs. While I really did appreciate that she wanted to do this for me, I hoped she wouldn’t completely wear herself out. Though I suppose she could sleep it off after, it’s not like she had someplace to go. Not until her restoration tomorrow afternoon.

My mind stopped wandering when I felt her dig in, her tiny muscular thighs wrapped around the base of my cock and her little arms wrapped around it further up, as she rubbed her body slowly along my length. I was sensitive enough down there – and had felt the girls there often enough – that I could tell when she pressed her cunt against my flesh, or when her nipples stiffened as she rubbed her breasts against me.

She went at that for several minutes, taking her time, nudging me closer.

For a moment I had a thought that I’d miss this … but then, I wouldn’t have to, would I? Maria wanted to see if she could top Melanie’s ‘record’ (staying in my pants long enough to get me off six times) … while Melanie herself said she’d like to try topping that record at some point. And then Maria just talked about having an interest in shrinking again – for fun! - as long as she knew it was safe and she could return to normal size when she was ready to.

The feel of Maria’s lips locking onto the tip of my cock – and her tiny tongue trying to push its way into the hole – caused me to shudder and gasp. I’m sure Maria could sense it, and it seemed to further energize her. It wasn’t long until my first climax, my stiff rod throbbing as I felt Maria holding on tight.

She rested for a few minutes, though from where she’d climbed down and lay back on my thigh, I could feel her little feet as she rubbed them around the base of my cock. As a result, I was still semi-rigid when she crawled back over for round two …

Followed by round three … and round four …

By the time she started on round six – in a bid to tie Melanie’s record (and yes, I was sure she was counting) – it was past midnight. She’d been going at it for at least a couple hours. Taking a break in between, which was understandable, plus my own stamina wasn’t unlimited. It took a little longer each time to draw a climax. But to her credit she kept going, determined to make it to seven. Which she finally did, sometime after one in the morning.

I wasn’t sure at that point, whether to just crash and sleep, or get up and change briefs. This pair was a hot mess. Though at that point Maria wiggled her head through the fly. I lifted the blanket so I could see her, though the only lights were the clocks from the kitchen appliances and the small nightlight in the bathroom, both shining from around the corner, so it was hard to see much. Though I knew she was there.

She whispered, “How was that?”

I couldn’t see the expression on her face, but I was sure she was proud of herself. That was a lot of work. I whispered back, “You were amazing. Like there was ever a doubt.”

Maria snorted. “Think you can clean me up before you fall asleep?” It was just a question, but she sounded hopeful.

“Sure” I replied, and then reached down for her as she climbed the rest of the way out of my boxers. She was so slippery I had to be careful not to drop her. Once I started to get up, I appreciated her making me get up – I REALLY needed clean boxers. At least, being the middle of the night, hopefully nobody would be up. I tried to be quiet, hoping to keep it that way. Plus I had to move slow, I was a little sore in the middle from Maria’s efforts.

Maria lay back in my hand as I gently washed her under warm water in the sink, my fingers gently caressing every part of her as the soap and water removed the evidence that she’d managed to get me off seven – SEVEN! - times. Even if it did take her like three hours. I smirked.

Well, not all the evidence.

I needed clean boxers desperately, but I focused on Maria first. She seemed to appreciate that. Once I finished and set her down on a hand towel, she watched in amusement as I peeled them off and cleaned myself off. I gave her a look. “You did this, you know.” I cracked a grin after I said it. She laughed.

Then I tiptoed back to the bedroom to find clean boxers, really hoping everyone was asleep.

I returned to the bathroom, slipped them on, scooped up Maria, and brought her back to the sofa, where she sprawled on my chest. I gently stroked her back with my thumb, and pretty soon she dozed off. She looked cute like that, sleeping naked on my chest. Her clothes were still on the sofa and I tried to be careful not to lose them between the cushions. Eventually I fell asleep myself, but not before making sure the blanket hid Maria from sight. Nobody would be mad, of course – it’s not like it wasn’t something we’d all done at least once, but I just wanted to avoid the teasing.

And I’d rather Melanie didn’t find out that Maria just broke her record.

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The next morning, I could hear people milling about – probably Keisha and/or Erin, as they were likely to make a lot more noise just by virtue of being ‘normal sized’ now. I groaned. Yes, the time Maria put into nocturnal activities was great, but now we’d both be moving on less sleep. I needed coffee badly.

So I gently nudged Maria awake with one hand, while I fished her clothes out from under me with the other hand. Glancing around to make sure neither had come into the front room (it sounded like someone was actually in the kitchen MAKING coffee, which would be wonderful … ) I kept the blanket over Maria and began carefully dressing her. Like a doll. She was still groggy herself and half-asleep as I gently lifted her up onto her feet, wrapped the little skirt around her and fastened the velcro in back. It was a little tricky with one hand (the other obviously holding her up) but she went with it. She smirked, and stifled a laugh, as I fumbled with her top; eventually she helped by lifting her arms to make it easier for me. The girl was pretty amused at my attempts to get her ready, but had no problem with letting me.

Noticing that nobody was close by, once I got her top on, and she was still standing on my chest, I surprised her by sliding my finger up the inside of her leg and under her skirt. Her surprise turned into a wicked grin as she adjusted herself to make more room for my finger. I gently brushed her pussy and she shuddered. Soon her sensitive folds began to part, with a hint of wetness. I slid my little finger between her folds and once it was lubricated enough, I slowly penetrated her, eliciting a gasp. She braced herself, leaning forward and holding tightly to my thumb as I worked my little finger further inside her. Whether consciously or not, she helped drive my finger deeper by pushing herself down on onto it, squirming as I felt her tiny muscles contracting around the invading digit. It wasn’t long before I felt her go rigid and tremble as she climaxed.

I could tell she was trying hard not to moan or cry out as she came, but I couldn’t help but smirk briefly at her as I whispered, “You’re going to miss this, you know it.”

Once she caught her breath, she looked right at me and flashed a grin as she sighed, “Yeah. So you need to make sure it’s safe to go back and forth, so I can come do this again.”

“Like a … mini vacation?”

She started laughing. “Exactly.”

I let her get herself settled, and then when she was ready, she slowly lifted herself up off my finger, still holding onto my thumb for support. She watched as I lifted my wet finger to my lips and tasted her juices. She scrunched her nose. “You really like that? I mean, it’s sexy and all, but … “

“Of course” I replied. “Do you like … “

She snorted. “Being covered in your cum? If I wasn’t alright with it, I wouldn’t have volunteered for this, would I?” She grinned back at me.

“Good point.” I lifted the blanket and glanced around to see if the coast was clear. “Hey, are you ready to get going?”

She nodded. “Yeah, before everyone talks. If they haven’t already. But remember our deal … “

“I know. We’re going to get you restored this afternoon.”

“Good.”

So at that I gently set her down on the floor and she scurried off. I waited a couple minutes and then got up myself, folding up the blanket before I strolled into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and groaned.

Keisha and Erin were both working on breakfast already. Keisha glanced back at me and said, “C’mon, I’m not THAT bad of a cook!”

“Oh, it’s not that at all. I really appreciate you – both of you – helping. I just didn’t realize how late it was, there’s no clock in the front room. Last thing I need is Sarge showing up when I’m still walking around in boxers.”

They both giggled. “Alright then. Go get dressed, we’ll keep your breakfast warm.”

I gave a mock bow. “Thank you, ladies.”

They giggled again as I left to go get dressed.

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Breakfast was unusual – though it had been unusual for a few days now, with full-size Keisha joining us for breakfast. And to be honest, she wasn’t half bad at making us a decent breakfast, either. But now, we were down to just four girls sitting at the Barbie table, Kim was off returning to her life already, and while Keisha sat on one side of me, Erin sat on the other. Petite, though that was normal sized for her. She was cute, attractive, and now that she was back to her normal size – and with a night’s sleep in a real bed, a normal shower and normal clothes - she was downright bubbly. She had been more reserved before, though some of that could have been carryover from the trauma of shrinking and being caged like a hamster for weeks. Now she was at the end of the tunnel, able to return to her life, and she knew it.

Seeing that outgoing, bubbly personality – far more than the quiet, reserved Erin I met at first – it made more sense that she was able to put herself out there, as an exotic dancer no less, to earn money for college. She knew what she had and she was brave and confident enough to flaunt it to get what she wanted. I realized she could probably wrap a guy around her finger and get whatever she wanted. I didn’t see much sign of that when she was tiny, but then … she was tiny. And vulnerable. And I’d just rescued her from a harrowing experience. Clearly her confidence was back now. I made a mental note to be wary around her if she started making demands.

Before everyone finished breakfast, I made sure to bring up that Sergeant Joe was coming by this morning, to talk with … everyone, I suppose. I’m sure a big topic would be next steps and the cover stories they should use in public.

So while Keisha helped clear the dishes, we were still around the table talking when the bell rang.

Keisha started to get up, but I waved her back and walked to the door myself. Sure enough, it was Sergeant Joe. I wasn’t quite sure what sort of mood he’d be in – thrilled that I’d solved the shrinking problem that nobody else could? Miffed that I got this far without filling him in on every step? Or … as a lead weight formed in my stomach, I worried he’d be ticked off that I hadn’t restored Becky (his niece) or Cindy. Technically though, Cindy wasn’t directly related … the Sarge was Becky’s uncle on her mother’s side, and her mother had passed away at some point (I’d never felt comfortable digging into that story, though from what I gathered Becky had been pretty young) …

He looked at me and cleared his throat, shaking me out of my thoughts. I mumbled “Sorry” as I stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind us before escorting him into the kitchen. As we entered the kitchen, he halted for a moment, and I quickly saw why. Keisha sat at the table, full size, in her uniform, grinning at him from across the room. Erin, sitting across from her, bent her neck to turn and look as well.

“Holy hell” he exclaimed before clearing his throat and muttering “sorry ladies” as he sat down in one of the two unoccupied chairs (note to self, I may need to get more chairs) and just looked at both of them for a moment, then down at the others. Cindy, Becky, Melanie and Maria all sat at the little Barbie table in the center of the big table. Then he looked right at Keisha and said, “So kid, how are you holding up?”

She snorted. “I’m doing great, Sarge.”

I added, “She’s been a huge help around here, and she’s been helping keep an eye for the others.”

He grunted. “Speaking of the others … “ he looked around for Becky. “There’s my girl. How are you doing?”

Becky grinned. “Great, uncle Joe!”

He looked sidelong at me and said, probably a little more harshly than he intended, “So when were you planning to restore my niece?”

I sighed. Though before I could respond, Becky jumped right in. “He’s going slow so he can make sure we’re all safe. It’s fine. REALLY! Cindy and I actually asked to wait … “

Cindy blurted, “We didn’t want to be first, so we’re watching to see how it goes. We’re safe here and that’s what counts.” I was glad she jumped in, as I suddenly realized Becky was about to blurt out about not having a place to stay, which yes, was part of the rationale for doing the others first. While I knew she was thinking of Andrew’s mansion – and how it would be uncomfortable staying there after knowing what her own father had done and had been plotting – I suspected the Sarge would jump in and insist they stay with him. And I wouldn’t have much of an argument. I realized then, I’d prefer them staying with me if that was a choice. Honestly, I enjoyed their company. I wondered if Cindy was thinking some of those things too when she cut Becky off.

For Sarge’s part, he just grunted again. Then he turned to Erin. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. You can call me Sergeant Joe.” He offered his hand to shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Joe” she said as she shook his hand. “I’m Erin.”

After Sarge shook Erin’s hand – a little longer than necessary (Cindy and I shared a look but we both tried not to snort – Erin was quite a charmer, but she was probably half his age) – Sarge had more questions about the timing and what had been done so far. He was proud of Keisha for volunteering to go first, but annoyed with Kim for insisting on going back home and back to work so quickly. And probably just as annoyed with me, for letting her go before talking to him – as if I had much control over the situation.

Once we got through all that, he spelled out his plan – and instructions for everyone. Seriously, everyone. He made a point of saying he’d be talking to Kim separately, and made it sound like he was going straight to her place once he left here. I’d have to text her to give her a warning just in case. But regardless, he had a public story planned out and was adamant that everyone ‘stick to the script’ or there would be consequences. Though he was a little ambiguous on what those were, he certainly had all the girls’ attention.

In a nutshell, the public story would be that Sarge’s team uncovered a kidnapping ring (my own part in all this was apparently not very clear, they’d decided to just pass me off as a concerned citizen who tipped them off.) There was to be no mention of shrinking, only that they were held in captivity but the culprits were caught and the girls were freed, but had to be held to secrecy until they could be sure they’d rescued everyone. So … the girls agreed to go along with the story, Sarge instructed Keisha to report in tomorrow morning (but he said she and her partner would be assigned to patrol this neighborhood until everyone was back where they belonged …) and Erin would be free to return home to her mother.

And at that, Sarge left and I immediately texted Kim to warn her that Sarge was looking for her.

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So by the time Sarge left it was late morning. We let the girls down off the table to run off and do whatever it is they did. I suspected Melanie and Maria might hit the ‘gym’ (basically the used equipment I’d bought cheap and shrunk for them) and that got me thinking about how much I’d invested in the girls at their size, between the clothes, the furniture, the other supplies, not to mention the huge dollhouse. I hoped we’d still get some use out of those.

Meantime, Keisha, Erin and I talked over coffee for a bit. Erin was ready to return home after lunch. Keisha would hang around for a little while after I restored Maria, but she’d head home after dinner. She was not only looking forward to a night in her own bed for the first time in weeks, but tomorrow she’d have to report back to duty. Though she promised she’d stop back in tomorrow to check on us.

So at that, Keisha and Erin decided it was time for a grocery run. They’d make lunch and surprise me.

That gave me about an hour to myself – more or less, since I still had 4 girls scampering around the floor – while Keisha drove to the store and Erin tagged along. The two were bonding, I supposed. And perhaps discussing this afternoon as well, since in order to support Sarge’s public story, he’d asked that Keisha – in uniform – be the one to return Erin to her home. He didn’t seem as worried about Maria, who could go back to her own condo without people waiting there for an explanation, nor Melanie, who wasn’t going anywhere – she’d long since declared she and I were staying together. I cracked a smile at that thought. Becky and Cindy, that part I still wasn’t sure about – they were hesitant to go by the mansion, both because of the uncomfortable questions the staff would have, but because it would remind them of Andrew and what he had planned for them before we discovered his involvement. Come to think of it, if Cindy hadn’t pulled that stunt she did, I wouldn’t have seen that side of Andrew, nor heard the unrehearsed remarks that led us to dig deeper … then it was possible Andrew could have gotten away with all this, his involvement still undiscovered. It was his remarks when I mentioned being close to solving the restoration process, that led to not only finding the link between him and the criminal organization he covertly supported, but that led to his desperate attempt to derail my research by stealing the machine.

Time flew while I was off in my musings, and soon Keisha and Erin were both back with groceries and busying themselves in the kitchen. They refused to let me help, so I just sat in the kitchen and watched them whip up some sort of Asian stir fry. Whatever it was, it looked good.

Over lunch, we all talked about plans for this afternoon – Keisha taking Erin home, restoring Maria, Keisha would stay for dinner and check on Maria before going home to sleep (for the first time since her shrinking) and then Maria would stay here for the night. Tomorrow we’d likely restore either Cindy or Becky ... or maybe at this point we could do both.

So after lunch, Erin started gathering her things, said goodbye to the girls, gave me a huge hug and a kiss (with a promise to come and visit once she got settled) and left with Keisha, on her way home to see her mother for the first time in weeks. At least, I did think Sarge’s idea of having Keisha show up – in uniform – had merit. She’d be taking Erin home where her mother would be waiting with plenty of questions, and the uniform would emphatically support the story that after they were rescued, they couldn’t be released right away because the police were trying to confirm there weren’t any others still out there. Which incidentally, is kinda what happened with Kim and Erin. None of us realized at first that THEY were out there, not until I dug through the lab records – with Melanie’s help of course. And even then, there had been evidence that they were going after one more victim, but the best we could tell, it looked like we interrupted their plans before they could abduct that last victim. I still strongly hoped that was the case.

I decided to wait for Keisha to return, before restoring Maria – to her mild chagrin, but I’d be more comfortable with someone there to help if needed. And Keisha was there when I restored Kim, as well as Erin.

It was a couple hours before Keisha returned. By herself, of course, though she did indeed meet Erin’s mom and it sounded like the three of them talked for a while. Keisha did her best to stick with the story and Erin seemed alright running with it, though I suspected being around her mom all the time – they seemed to be close – Erin was probably at highest risk of all the girls, of accidentally breaking the cover story and going off script. It would be a good idea for me to keep in touch with her (not that I wasn’t going to anyway) and Keisha would likely check in with her a few times as well. In fact, all the girls had bonded over this experience – and I suppose bonded with me to an extent – so by no means did I think I wouldn’t see all of them again soon.

Regardless, by the time Keisha was back, Maria was antsy and beyond ready to be restored. Keisha stood off to the side, out of the way but available if needed, and the other girls stood off in another corner, leaving the doorway clear for me to carry Maria afterwards.

“It’s about time” she grumbled.

I sighed. “Maria, how many weeks has it been, and now you’re worried about an hour or two?”

“Exactly! I’m tired of waiting!” she huffed. “Fine. Let’s do this, then.” And she promptly pulled off her top and skirt and waited for me to do something.

“Damn” I responded. I bent down and lifted her up, holding her in my hand. I just looked at her for a moment. I’d never seen her so moody before, she was usually easygoing and often flirtatious. I said to the others, “Give me just a minute, I’ll be right back” and I carried Maria with me to the kitchen, sat down in a chair and held her for a moment. “So what was all that about?” I asked sternly.

She looked serious for about three seconds before she gave in, snorted and cracked a smile. “I was just messing with you. It WAS a long wait though, or … it felt like it. But I was just teasing.”

I sighed. “You did have me fooled there for a minute. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that gripey.

“Gripey? Moi?” she exclaimed, a grin on her face.

I nodded. “Yep. You. Gripey.” We both laughed and she lay back for a few moments as I lazily stroked her with my thumb. “So … are you ready? After all that?”

“You know I am, buddy.”

“I’ll miss … THIS though.”

She grinned wider. “You’d better! All the more incentive to make sure you have this all figured out, so it’s safe to go back and forth. I want to take a ‘mini’ vacation at some point.” She started giggling. “That’s funny! A ‘mini’ vacation! Ha!” It took her a couple minutes to stop laughing, which was absurd because she was laying naked in my hand, and I’m thumbing her bare breasts while she’s squirming with laughter.

Once she calmed down, she was downright giddy. Without warning her, I lifted her to my lips and kissed her chest. She cooed, which was kinda cute. “Now are you ready?”

“Definitely. Let’s do this.”

So at that, I brought her back to the office and set her down in the middle of the floor. She lay there, arms behind her head, grinning, as I finished checking the machine, and then I aimed and pulled the trigger.

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Once Maria had successfully grown back to her normal size – the process was pretty much the same as the others, it didn’t take more than a few seconds and she passed out as she got close to full size again – I stepped over to check her. She was basically sleeping; within a minute, her chest was rising and falling in a regular rhythm. I tried not to get too distracted at her breasts rising and falling, and I checked her pulse and found it was steady. So then I worked one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, and I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom and lay her down gently on the bed, taking one last look before I pulled the sheet up over her.

As with last time, Keisha offered to keep an eye on her while I updated my lab notes. I had documented there, each restoration and all the details. Not quite to the second, but certainly to the minute. And the girls’ pre and post measurements, results of my cursory exam afterwards, etc. I felt the information would be useful if there ever were an issue that came up, so I could try to trace the cause. To-date though – granted the sample size was a grand total of 4 – there hadn’t been any issues (my lapse of judgment in letting Keisha undergo restoration while standing up, notwithstanding.)

The next three hours went by without any surprises, as much as they could around this place. Maria awoke after about 35 minutes, and there was no screaming, no shrieking, no … nothing. Keisha actually had to call down the hall to let me know she was up. I suppose after seeing the other three awoke, and knowing what to expect, Maria was calm in comparison. That actually gave me hope that the procedure would take less of a toll on the others – Cindy, Becky and Melanie – when it was their turn. And perhaps going back and forth wouldn’t take as much of a toll as I feared either. Though I was definitely going to test that more before I let any of the girls, Maria included, try going back and forth on demand.

Once Maria was up for a little while – sitting up in bed, talking to the others, drinking a bottle of water, and certainly not shy (she made no attempt to cover up when the sheet fell to her lap) – she got up to use the bathroom. Without a hint of shyness, she sashayed past me and the others in the buff. I honestly think – actually who am I kidding, I know for certain – that she liked the attention, and enjoyed drawing my eyes to her shapely bottom.

She finally got dressed – picking one of the two outfits Keisha had bought for her. Technically, Keisha had ordered two outfits for each of the girls online, though it was with my credit card, and they helped pick out what they wanted but Keisha was the only one who was full size at the time.

Then it was time to help with dinner, and this time Keisha and Maria both did the honors. Keisha seemed to really be into cooking, and Maria felt like it was her time to help out after seeing Keisha and Erin both making lunch … and Keisha had made a few meals by herself at this point. I was going to miss her cooking, she was pretty good at it.

After a dinner at which the girls all talked about the future – all the girls at this point had their eye on what was coming, now that they were getting their lives back – and had a brief debate as to whether Cindy or Becky should be next (I was tempted to just do both of them together to settle the argument, though I would at least sleep on it first), Keisha said her goodbyes – hugs all around, a kiss for me as well – and left to spend the night at her own place for the first time in a month.

The house felt strange without Keisha there. There were fewer and fewer people now, just Maria and I and three tiny girls. And the clock was ticking on that.

Once we’d let the remaining girls – Cindy, Becky and Melanie – back down to the floor and watched them scamper off, Maria ushered me into the garage. Whatever she wanted to say, she didn’t want to chance the others hearing.

As I softly closed the door behind me, stepping into the musty garage, Maria just looked at me for a moment, fidgeting. I said, “So what’s up? Are you feeling alright?”

She flashed a grin. “Oh, I’m feeling fine. I just … have a big favor to ask.”

“Oh?”

“Umm … you remember when I talked about making sure I went ahead of Cindy?” I nodded. “Well … I … know about how Cindy … hypnotized everyone when she invited Andrew over.”

I grunted. I had a gut feeling I knew where this was headed.

“Well … I don’t know what all happened that night. And I might never know, since Cindy doesn’t even seem to know.” She gave me a knowing look. She knew that I was there and I was afraid for a moment that she’d push me to tell the rest of the story. The parts Cindy had been afraid to let anyone know. Which was part of why before I took the girls out of their trance that night, I’d given Cindy explicit instructions; the memories she held before she was hypnotized were still buried in her subconscious. Under hypnosis she had to comply with my instructions, and as a result her own conscious memories of the night were very limited. Only Andrew and I knew all of what went on when he was here. I held out hope that Andrew wouldn’t say anything out of fear he’d dig himself even deeper into the hole he was already in. “Well … “ she continued, “I talked to Cindy about it … and got her to agree. Just this once. To … umm … “

I stopped her mid-sentence. “You really got Cindy to agree to something like that?” I was dubious. Cindy had told me she knew I was the only one who knew the phrase she’d embedded in everyone’s subconscious … and she’d taught me how to do it to her and she did it willingly … so she’d told me that if one person had to know, at least it was me, she knew I wouldn’t use it maliciously and hurt her. So I was a little dubious that Cindy had offered to go into a trance for Maria.

She nodded. “Yes. It took some convincing, but … she said only on the condition that YOU were there. And only this one time. She feels guilty and kinda figured this way we’d be even.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Looking into her eyes I said, “You’re serious.”

“Yep. Just for a little while. Some … fun tonight. Think of it as a threesome, you, me and Cindy.” She snorted at her own sales pitch.

I thought for a moment. “Umm … did you give any thought to Becky and Melanie? I doubt you could do this without them knowing.”

She looked at me with pleading eyes. “Well … any chance you could … trance them too, or whatever it is you do? So they wouldn’t know?”

I sighed. “You know, if they’re in a trance, wouldn’t the temptation be too great to … include them in this?”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes! I knew you’d like it!”

“Umm … “

“Okay, so it’s settled. You … do whatever it is to them, and bring them in the bedroom. I’ll be waiting.” She gave me an innocent grin as she wiggled past me and back into the house before I could muster a response.

Hell, WHAT did I just get myself into?

A few minutes later, I found the girls together in the office, lounging on the rug and streaming a TV show on the laptop. I felt guilty for a few moments as I watched them, but then shook it off. I was kinda stuck at this point, but at least I would be careful. And Maria had previously had a threesome with tiny Melanie and she was careful then. So I cleared my throat, and as they all turned to me, I spoke the pass phrase. I noticed Cindy gave me a different look than the others – I suspected she knew this was coming. So maybe Maria WAS telling the truth about having discussed it with Cindy first. All three girls froze and just looked at me with glassy eyes. I said, “Everyone, stand up.” As they did, I knelt down, reached around and paused the show they were watching. Then I slowly reached down for Cindy and lifted her up in my hand. I brushed her arm with my thumb. I felt I should make sure they were all truly in a trance, so I said, “Becky, kiss Melanie” and watched below me as the two girls kissed. Then I said, “Cindy, lift your skirt and touch your cunt.” Sure enough, with zero hesitation, she reached down with both hands, lifting her skirt with one and touching herself with the other.

So I gently scooped up Melanie and Becky together in my other hand (they were still kissing) and carefully carried them back to the bedroom. Stepping through the door, I saw Maria. Still dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. She saw my hands full and nibbled her lower lip trying to still her nerves, but then relaxed and grinned. I lay them gently on the bed, and Maria soon looked quite amused, before I realized Cindy was still holding her cunt and Becky was still kissing Melanie. I sighed and said, “Everyone, stop and stand up.” Then turning to Maria, I said, “So … what’s your plan?”

Her eyes twinkled. “This is SO strange. How they’re not even moving. Like they’re dolls. I … “ she stopped and gulped. “Was … was I like that? When … “

I nodded. “Yeah” I said softly. I really didn’t want to get into the details.

She contemplated that for a moment. “Well, I … don’t remember any of that … I probably would never have known, if Cindy hadn’t admitted it.” She gave me another pointed look. “So assuming THEY won’t remember this … “ she looked to me and I nodded. “… Then I guess it’s like we have the whole house to ourselves. It … really is a strange feeling though. But it’s exciting too.”

“What were you thinking you’d do first? I suspect you’ve given it a little thought, at least.”

“True. I mostly wanted to … play with Cindy for a bit. But I’m open to seeing how it goes, I might get bolder as we go along. And … since we’re kinda by ourselves, and I don’t know if we’ll ever get the chance again … so how about I let you undress me. Umm … if you want to?”

I snorted. “How could any guy say no to that?” I quipped, before standing up, kissing her softly, and then slowly undressing her from the waist up. I cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple as I kissed her again, and then grinned. She raised an eyebrow as I turned to the girls and said, “Cindy, remove your top. Becky and Melanie, remove each other’s tops.” Maria’s eyes got wide at that and she watched, slack-jawed, as the girls silently complied with my request. I whispered, “You know, you can touch them. Just be gentle. You remember how it was with Melanie that first night?”

She glanced back at me and nodded, before reaching out her finger and touching Cindy’s bare chest. Then she surprised me by saying, “Cindy, get naked.” I snorted as Cindy pulled off her skirt and stood naked. Maria wrapped her fingers gently around Cindy and lifted her up, holding her with one hand as she looked her over, tracing her finger over Cindy’s features. She grinned at me. “This is actually kinda cool. Though … I suppose I can understand what it’s like being on the other side … you held me in your hand so many times, and … I’ll admit, I liked it. It’s strange being the big one this time, but … it is kinda cool too.” Then she added, “And kinda erotic.” She grinned again.

“How so?” I asked.

“Like this” she replied, as she lowered Cindy to her chest. “Cindy, suck my nipple until it’s hard.” She cupped her hand like a seat as Cindy reached out to grasp Maria’s alveola and worked to wrap her mouth around the huge nipple.

I nudged Maria gently onto her back and then unfastened her skirt and began to work it off of her. She gave me no resistance. I ran my hand along her newly exposed thigh and she shuddered. It was at that point that I realized I was still fully dressed. Well, that problem was easily solved.

Once I was down to my boxers, I climbed onto the bed next to Maria, who was relaxed, enjoying Cindy’s tiny suckling on her breast – and apparently watching me undress as well. I bent down to kiss her again, stroking her open breast, and then running my finger over Cindy’s backside, brushing between her legs. I looked over to Melanie and Becky, both just standing there like dolls on a shelf, and said, “Melanie, remove the rest of Becky’s clothes.” I waited for her to finish, and then gently scooped up Becky in my hand. I held her for a moment, enjoying the view, and then I set her down next to Maria’s other breast and said, “Becky, suck on Maria’s nipple please.” Maria’s eyes got wide again when I said that, then she gasped as she felt Becky gripping the area around her nipple as she tried to push it into her mouth. Maria’s gasp turned into a pleasurable moan as she felt both girls working hard on her nipples.

Noticing how Maria was occupied for the moment, I turned to Melanie. Scooping her up in my hands, I looked at her for a moment. She looked so cute, sitting there with her shirt off. I whispered, “Melanie, take the rest of your clothes off, please” and watched as she finished undressing. I lifted her to my lips to kiss her and inhaled her scent. As I held her in one hand, I rested my other hand on Maria’s thigh. I stroked her there a few times and she purred and parted her legs, an unspoken invitation to delve further. I brushed her cunt through the thin fabric with my finger and she shuddered. Then, feeling a little mischievous, I lowered Melanie there, pulled the panties to the side and whispered, “Melanie, kiss Maria’s clitoris.” I almost laughed as Maria gasped again, this time as Melanie’s little hands held Maria’s now exposed clitoris bump and her tiny lips pressed against it. I looked to Maria and said, “Just lay back and enjoy it for a minute.”

She mumbled, “I can’t believe you did that!”

I snorted. “Actually, Melanie’s doing it. I just … told her to.” I looked at Cindy and Becky, each hovered over a breast as they sucked on Maria’s nipples. I reached over with my free hand and stroked my finger down Becky’s back and over her little bottom. As I did, I noticed Cindy lifting her head. For a moment I froze, thinking she was breaking through the hypnosis, but then I remembered Maria’s instruction and asked, “So Maria, I assume Cindy’s managed to harden your nipple. What did you have planned after that?” I brushed the nipple with my finger and sure enough, it was nice and stiff.

Maria was still shuddering a little from the sensations to all three of her sensitive zones. So I said, “Tell you what Maria, just lay there, I’ll take care of it.” Then I snorted to myself at the thoughts in my head. I said, “Cindy, make your pussy wet.” I wasn’t sure if she’d rub herself down there, or if just giving her the command was enough, but I turned away for a moment so I could free my hands up. I lifted Melanie away for a moment and worked on sliding Maria’s panties off. Then I put Melanie back down where she was, and she leaned forward and resumed her task, working her lips on Maria’s clit bump. Maria shuddered again and let out a gentle moan.

Then I leaned over Cindy and said, “Cindy, when your pussy is wet, lower yourself onto Maria’s hard nipple and ride it until you cum.” Maria’s eyes went wide again for a moment when she heard that, but she was enjoying the experience probably more than she even thought she would, and she just lay back, eyes half closed, gently moaning as all three girls worked her erogenous zones. For my part, I was transfixed at the sight of Cindy mounting herself on Maria’s nipple and bobbing herself upon Maria’s breast like it was a bouncy ball. I was sure Maria had to be enjoying the feel of her nipple literally being fucked, though as a guy the closest I could think of was the time Becky had lay on my chest and sucked. Being so much larger, I figure women’s nipples must be more sensitive, but who knows. Either way, I enjoyed watching Cindy bouncing on Maria’s breast, and I could hear little whimpers from Cindy as her breaths became erratic. She had to be close to cumming. Feeling mischievous, I said, “Becky, kiss Cindy on the lips” and watched as Becky lifted herself up off the other breast and crawled over to Cindy, struggled a bit to stand up – she had to hold onto Cindy to stay up – and leaned in to kiss her, just as Cindy reached her climax.

The combined sensations and sights were enough to bring Maria to a small climax. Her body shuddered, and I needed both hands to hold the girls in place – steadying Becky and Cindy with one hand and cupping Melanie against Maria’s cunt with the other – as Maria involuntarily kept thrusting her hips as she reached her peak.

More than once, Melanie was squished against Maria’s wet folds, not that she complained any. The poor girl wasn’t capable of complaining, or even resisting, not in this hypnotic state. She’d keep going until she passed out or I gave her different instructions. She was even more dependent on me to look out for her. So given that, as soon as Maria started to come down from her high, I gently lifted Melanie away from Maria’s crotch and said, “Melanie, relax.” She stopped trying to get to Maria’s clit, and instead, now just lay back in my hand, though she was partially covered in Maria’s … excitement.

I set her down for the moment, on Maria’s chest. As Maria was coming back from her post-climax bliss, she strained her neck to look at her chest, seeing all three girls there. Then she looked to me and smirked and said, “I figured you would use them yourself too, not leave all three of them to service me!”

“But this is your chance, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ve had my time with all of them. And with you too.”

She snorted. “Very true. But tell you what, let me do SOMETHING for you.” She turned her head to the side. “Time for you to whip that bad boy out and bring it over here.” So at that I dropped my boxers, knelt next to her head and she got me off with her mouth and tongue, something we hadn’t done that first time back before her shrinking. Turns out she was pretty good with her tongue, not that I was surprised given all the things she’d done with my cock back when she was tiny.

That done, Maria was ready to sit up and have a look at the girls, so I helped lift them up off her chest and set them down on the bed. I sat next to her as she looked at the girls and then reached for Cindy and lifted her up. She remarked, “It’s so strange, that I can hold her and she doesn’t even react.” I nodded in agreement. She thought for a moment and said, “Cindy, spread your legs and show me your cunt.” She just looked for a bit, and then touched Cindy, as she lay there, motionless aside from the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, not reacting at all. Maria muttered, “I suppose this is plenty of payback for what she pulled, but … I do feel guilty about Melanie and Becky, I may have to do something to make it up to them later. But in the meantime … “ she reached for Melanie with her other hand and lifted her up and looked her over. “I remember how she was so energetic that first time … or only time I suppose … she’s the one who first suggested a threesome, remember?”

“I do remember. Though I recall you weren’t so timid yourself.”

She snorted. “True. And you didn’t know me as well back then.” She paused and then whispered, “I may feel guilty about this later, but … “ she brought her hands closer together and said, “Melanie, hold Cindy’s breast while you kiss her on the lips.” She cracked a grin as she watched Melanie reaching over to Cindy in her other hand to obey her command. Glancing back at me, she said, “I need to be careful, this could be so addicting.”

“No kidding. Just … be gentle. Don’t go crazy.”

“Well, I suppose you have a lot of experience at this. So … stop me if you see me getting carried away.” She smirked. “Okay.” She looked again at the girls in her hands, and then set Melanie down on her stomach, below her belly button. “Melanie, lay on your back and part your legs.” She watched Melanie do that, and then brushed her finger over her for a few moments, amused that she got no reaction. Then she set Cindy down between her legs, looked at me with a grin and then said, “Cindy, go down on Melanie and make her feel good.”

I snorted. “You might need to be more specific. Like this. Cindy, use your tongue, lips and fingers to make love to Melanie’s cunt and keep going until she has a climax.”

Now Maria snorted. “That was … very specific.”

“Gotta be. They’ll take everything literally.”

“Okay. Then … “ She gave me a sly look. “Becky. Stand up.” She reached over and plucked up Becky in her hand and lowered her next to me. I bit my lip, waiting to see what Maria was pulling. “Becky, kiss the tip of that cock and shove your tongue inside. Keep kissing it until he cums on you.”

“Maria!”

She grinned. “What? I can’t have ALL the fun, can I?”

“I … “ just as I was about to give a snarky reply, I felt Becky climbing between my legs. I watched as she wordlessly reached for my cock, trying to take the end of it in her two hands so she could bring her lips to it. The moment she planted her lips on the tip, I let out an involuntary moan.

Maria saw my expression and snorted. “You were saying?”

“Umm … I do appreciate it. Ooh, that feels good. But … I feel like I’ve had so much time with … all of you. Yeah, you included. You’ve been down there … licking my cock too. I … was alright with letting tonight be all about you.”

“That’s sweet, but I’m NOT letting you sit there while I have ALL the fun.” She snickered. “Besides, if Becky weren’t … servicing you, I’d be too tempted to use her on ME. Cindy’s teasing me down there, she keeps brushing against my labia while she’s working on Melanie.” She shuddered for a moment and then giggled. “I’m … OH! I know what I want to do next … but I want to let Melanie have her climax first. She deserves that at least.”

I snorted. “You realize she won’t even know she had a climax?”

She twisted her mouth for a moment. “That’s too bad. Seems like it would be cruel to let Cindy take her right to the edge and then not finish.”

“True. Besides, I enjoy watching you girls when you … release.”

“You liked watching me cum?”

“Definitely.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, you were usually sitting in my hand, and if I held you up close, I could see you, watch the look on your face as you came, and feel your body tremble in my hand, if I place a finger on your chest I can feel your tiny heart beating hard, your breath hitching as the juices dribble from your wet … “

I somehow got Maria to blush. That was a first. “Stop. I might cum just listening to that. That’s SO hot.”

“Tell you what, why don’t you try it and see if it’s all I described.” I paused for a moment and looked at her. “Okay, it’s settled. Maria, give me your hand.” I held her hand in mine and opened it up flat. With my other hand, I lifted Becky – yes she felt good down there, but I needed her for this. I draped Becky in Maria’s hand and said, “Becky, part your legs and masturbate until you cum.” Maria’s eyes got wide for a moment. Then I added, “Becky, give Maria a longing look, and don’t stop gazing into her eyes until you climax.”

For several minutes, Maria was transfixed on Becky in her hand, to the point where she hardly registered that I’d begun caressing her breast. When Becky finally brought herself to climax, Maria let out a little gasp herself, as if she’d been part of it. Yeah, having her look that way into Maria’s eyes as she did that, had more of an effect on Maria than I thought it would. Almost without conscious thought, Maria brought Becky up to her lips and tasted her.

In the meantime, Cindy finished getting Melanie off, and the two of them rested between Maria’s legs awaiting further instructions. I let Maria gently hand Becky over, and as I held her in one hand, I lowered my other and told Melanie to climb into it. I held them both, lazily stroking them, as Maria began to instruct Cindy. I suspected I was about to see what Maria had in mind to start with, and she likely figured none of the girls would do this willingly – though I remembered it was Melanie’s idea to do this with Maria that first night the three of us spent together – a time that seemed ages ago even if it was less than two months.

As Maria leaned back on the pillows, her legs parted and knees up, Cindy mindlessly followed Maria’s instructions climbing feet-first into Maria and squirming her way deep until only her head and neck were visible between Maria’s vaginal folds.

“That … is pretty erotic” I told her.

She tried to smirk, but nibbled her lower lip as a gentle moan escaped her lips. “Yeah” she exhaled. “I remember having Melanie … inside me, but … she didn’t go this deep.”

“And she was aware at the time. And I think it was her idea.” Maria snorted. “But … just be careful. In a trance, Cindy would climb all the way inside if you told her to.”

Maria shuddered. “Ooh. As … erotic as that sounds, I can’t have her … passing out in there. I may be having my fun at her expense, but I don’t want to hurt her. She IS my friend after all.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Umm … Cindy, I need you to tell us if Maria squeezes you too much and it hurts. Can you do that?”

Cindy said, “Yes.” I suppose in a trance she would just follow orders, but at least I’d given her the instruction, so I felt better now.

Maria said, “Cindy, wiggle your hips, move your legs and arms, and suck on my folds. Stimulate me until I climax.” At that, Maria just relaxed and enjoyed the experience, as Cindy moved her tiny body. I’m sure Cindy was working hard, though all I could see was the top of her head poking out. In the meantime, I lay Becky and Melanie across my chest. Maria glanced over and in between moans, said, “You should have them … service you down there.”

I replied, “I don’t want to wear them out. They’re only here like this to keep your secret safe. Besides, I figured I’d take you the old fashioned way after Cindy’s done with you … if you’re up for it.” I grinned.

“I’m all yours, then. After Cindy’s done with me, of course.” She smirked.

“Of course. In the meantime, you know what I really love? I still remember the first time you and Melanie made love while I held you.” Maria shuddered at that. Or maybe in response to Cindy, I wasn’t sure. “I guess I’ll miss that when all of you are restored.”

Maria cozied up to me, her head on my shoulder, and I put an arm around her, as she lay there enjoying whatever Cindy was doing down there. I supposed the feel of Cindy inside her would be exciting on its own … something I could only imagine as a guy … but Cindy working her arms and legs inside her, and her tiny lips kissing Maria’s folds, had to be a lot. It had me worked up just thinking about it, as my hand lazily strayed to Maria’s ample breast. I caressed it as she lay against me, and I could sense her body reacting to Cindy’s ministrations, as she moaned softly.

Soon Maria’s moans intensified. Stretching my neck, I could barely see the tip of Cindy’s head protruding from Maria’s labia, and I whispered to Maria, “Try not to squish Cindy in the throes of passion.” I smirked. She looked at me, but could only nod as she soon trembled, moaning, as she climaxed. Before Maria could come down from her high, I said, “Cindy, keep going until Maria cums three more times.” Maria’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open but she was still breathing heavily and couldn’t protest. I decided to give Cindy some help though, as I gently lifted Becky with my free hand, whispered, “Becky, caress Maria’s folds until Cindy finishes” and then lay Becky between Maria’s legs. Becky got to work, eliciting a little gasp from Maria.

By the time Maria had cum hard four times, her breathing labored and a sheen of sweat across her face and chest, I let her rest as I reached down to retrieve Becky. Then I stopped myself for a moment, and instead said, “Becky, slowly pull Cindy out of Maria.” Though Maria couldn’t see too well – and sitting her up would make this harder anyway – I enjoyed myself watching Becky, whose cheeks and chest glistened with Maria’s cum, slide Cindy’s soaked body out of Maria’s hole. She appeared to slide easily, owing to how wet she’d managed to make Maria.

I gently scooped them both up and deposited them on Maria’s chest, then whispered, “Becky and Cindy, embrace and softly kiss each other.” I watched the two, cum still dripping off them, as they lay in the valley between Maria’s breasts, holding and kissing each other. I wanted to give Maria a little time to bounce back before I climbed atop her myself. Eventually, as my hand strayed back to Melanie, I thought what the heck, and gently lifted Melanie onto Maria’s chest, whispering, “Melanie, Cindy and Becky, all three of you make love to each other.” Maria, still a little worn out from Cindy’s efforts, was content to lay there and watch, her eyes transfixed on the display of lovemaking. For my part, I mostly watched as well, though I just couldn’t keep myself entirely out of it. Maria watched with amusement as I occasionally inserted my fingers into the display, brushing chests, nudging legs apart, or at one point shifting Cindy so that her face lined up with Melanie’s cunt (Cindy quickly responded as I hoped she would, pressing her lips to Melanie.)

After watching that display for a while, I felt that Maria had rested enough, so I sat up. Despite the lovemaking by the three tiny girls right on Maria’s chest (methodical as it was, given they were just obeying instructions, it was still very erotic), she locked eyes on me, silent, just watching me in anticipation as I climbed between her legs, pushing them further apart. I leaned in and kissed her stomach, as I stroked her inner thigh. By the time I lined up my stiff cock, her breath hitched. I slowly entered her sopping-wet passage, and a gentle moan escaped her lips. Soon, she was breathing in tandem with my thrusts, her hips involuntarily keeping the same rhythm, her eyes pleading for release as she nibbled her lower lip. I intentionally drew it out, with long, slow thrusts, as I leaned over her to kiss her, being careful not to squish the threesome, though I did feel them brush against my chest as we kissed. Maria pressed her lips to mine eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine as my cock throbbed inside her. Finally, after several minutes in which I slowed down each time I felt she was close, I finally came hard and deep into Maria just as I pushed her to her own huge climax, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding underneath the little threesome that continued their lovemaking, oblivious to Maria’s ecstatic state.

I remained stiff inside Maria for a couple minutes as she slowly collected herself, before gradually sliding out and laying alongside her, kissing her softly. As we rested, we turned our attention back to the three girls on Maria’s chest. Based on each girl’s position in the tangle of bodies and limbs, I began to instruct them in who to work on, and in what order, until each of them climaxed. They may have gotten each other to cum more than once while Maria and I were busy, but I figured I may as well make sure they each get some pleasure out of this – even if they wouldn’t remember it.

Once they finished, I gently scooped up all three of them in my hands, as Maria watched. I brought them to the bathroom, filled the sink partway with warm water, lay out some dry washcloths, and then instructed them each to wash and dry themselves. I sighed at the realization how much I was going to miss this once all of them were restored. When all three of them were clean and dry, I brought them back to the bed, instructed them to put their clothes back on, and then waited until Maria got up to use the bathroom before lowering them to the ground. I instructed them to go to bed, go to sleep, and in the morning they would come out of the trance and wouldn’t remember any of what just happened, only that I’d kissed them good night and that they’d each had a good night’s sleep.

By the time Maria returned, we climbed into bed together and she lay her head on my shoulder. I said, “Maria, just remember in the morning, not to talk to them about this. Do you think you can do that? I’ve instructed them not to remember this when they come out of the trance, but if we start talking about it, they’ll suspected something was up.”

She leaned her head up to me and kissed me on the cheek. “I promise. And … thank you. For letting me do this once, before we all go back to our lives.”

“You’re welcome. Though, I suspect you’re not the only one who will be hanging around after it’s all done.”

She snorted. “You’re probably right.”

Then she dozed off to sleep, head still on my shoulder. I pondered the future for a few minutes before I finally dozed off myself.

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[Rocket]

The next morning, true to her promise, Maria acted as if all we’d done was sleep together. Though our both being naked when we awoke, kinda gave it away. At least she didn’t do anything to leave the girls suspecting anything different. And they were all up at the crack of dawn. Maria felt like she needed to help, which was totally fine with me. I climbed out of bed, still naked – nothing that all of the girls weren’t intimately familiar with – and found Maria already in the kitchen, donning just an apron, her buxom breasts threatening to pop out from either side, the apron string tied just above her bare tush.

I had no complaints.

She heard me padding in and turned her head as I leaned in for a kiss and thanked her for helping with breakfast. I swatted her on that bare bottom and she grinned at me as I turned to leave and wash up. By the time I was showered, shaved and wearing boxers and a tee shirt, Maria already had the girls up on the table and she was laying out scrambled egg and pieces of pancake on a platter the size of a jar lid, for the girls to divvy up. I joined them at the table. At first I glanced at each of them, but there was no hint that they knew what happened last night. Aside from a little unexplained soreness, I suspected they wouldn’t know unless someone spilled the beans. And that meant just Maria and I. I wouldn’t say anything, but would Maria let something slip? She wasn’t the shy type. And Cindy might have suspected that Maria was planning something … even if she didn’t know exactly what happened, nor that Melanie or Becky were also involved. I just hoped Maria would have the sense not to babble, I didn’t want the girls pissed off at me. They’d surely know what Maria pulled off wouldn’t be possible without my involvement. So I didn’t say anything, but I was still a little leery.

Instead, I turned away – looking back to Maria - and asked, “So how long do you think you’ll stay around here … now that you’re … you again?”

She smirked. “Trying to push me out already?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Certainly not.” She snorted. “You’re welcome around anytime, I just didn’t know if you wanted to check on your place or if you want to wait … and then what you’re thinking after that.”

“Well … I guess I do need to check.” Then her eyes got wide as reality set in. “Oh hell, I’m sure I’ll end up tossing everything that’s in the fridge, I’ll have stacks of mail, overdue notices, geez … “ she sighed. “It’s like … I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m worried there will be collection notices. At the very least my credit will be a mess now. I … “

I put my hand on hers. “Maria. We’ll figure this out. Everyone’s in the same boat. More or less.” Granted, I’d already been to Melanie’s place multiple times and we’d kinda resolved that … and Becky and Cindy, for all I knew they had their bills paid for by Andrew’s accountant. But surely Keisha and Kim had messes like that … and maybe Erin too, though she did still live with her mother. Out of those three – Keisha, Kim and Maria – I realized Maria had been gone the longest. Yeah, it was gonna be a mess. “Tell you what,” I added, “since I have to take you over there anyway … why don’t we all go and I can help. And … as far as overdue notices … my money is on Kim finding a way to fix that. You KNOW she’s already working on a civil suit on behalf of all of you, so … “

She looked a little less stressed as I reminded her of that. Maybe a little hopeful. She thought for a moment and then nodded her head and said softly, “Okay. You’re right.” And then a few moments later she added, “So … what do we do now?”

“Well, when do you want to go back over … “

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After breakfast, I helped clean up and I set the girls down so they could scamper off. Cindy and Becky both knew that they were next – and I figured I could probably do them both today, given we’d done this four times now (Keisha, Kim, Erin and now Maria) with no ill effects so far. It was essentially the mirror reverse of the shrinking process, and should have been safer given the extraterrestrial element was purer than what was used in the original machine. The ill effects from the original shrinking appeared limited to the girls being knocked out for several hours – up to half a day – even with the impurities in the original sample. So … I was becoming more confident in the safety of the process. Maybe Maria would get her wish, to be able to go back-and-forth, shrinking for a short time for the fun of it and then going back.

Meantime, we came up with a plan. I’d bring Maria to her place and go in with her to check on things – the girls in tow – and if possible, we’d track down her car and try to get it started. It had been sitting for weeks – unless someone stole it, not like anyone had checked – though it could have been towed. She parked it downtown, at least it was in a monthly garage and not on the street, though … would they have towed it? I had no idea if they had rules in the garage about just leaving it there. Though she HAD paid for the space. Hopefully it was parked where she left it and just hadn’t been started up in weeks.

Once that was done, she promised she’d come back to the house for lunch and to help me with Cindy and Becky. I made her promise to let me follow her – or vice versa. I was more worried that she hadn’t driven in almost two months and had only been ‘herself’ for less than a day … but instead I focused on my ‘concern’ that the car had been sitting and I didn’t want her to break down on the road. She bought that argument and agreed we could head back to the house together.

So soon enough, I was gathering my backpack – especially fitted for the girls to ride along in – while Maria changed into one of the two outfits that Keisha helped order. I wasn’t quite sure where Maria’s place was – or even if it was a house or condo or apartment for that matter. Somehow, the question had just … never come up.

I mused about that as we rode, Maria in the passenger seat, and Melanie, Cindy and Becky in the backpack in Maria’s lap – the flap folded down so they could see and communicate with us during the trip. Turns out Maria had a condo in the city. Should have figured such an outgoing party girl would want to be where things were happening, she was definitely not a suburban girl. Driving down the street to find parking, I could almost picture her bar-hopping on a Saturday night. There were clubs and restaurants and shops all up and down the block.

Finally, I found an empty space on the curb and practiced my parallel parking skills, fed the parking meter, and then we got out, Maria gently handing me the backpack (and the girls) as she fished for her keys. I followed her into the lobby of a mid-rise building, maybe 5 or 6 stories with balconies overlooking the street, though I suspected from the top floors it might be possible to see the river that snaked through the eastern part of the city.

There was a security desk, where the guard nodded as we passed. I caught a brief look of surprise on his face, which I could totally understand if she’d disappeared for two months and then was coming in with a strange guy. Which was exactly what happened. Though the latter, for all I knew, might have been a regular occurrence before she was shrunk. Maria was definitely a wild child, I just didn’t know ‘how’ wild. Though I should have had suspicions when Melanie so easily talking her into a threesome just a day after Maria’s first visit. Or if not, all the times Maria was the one nudging the others into sex games with me or each other. I sighed at the thought I might not have that anymore … at least with 7 or 8 tiny women all together. I’d still have Melanie, and Maria was interested in taking a ‘mini’ vacation, if I could be sure it was safe to go back and forth.

So I had plenty of motivation to work on that.

I followed Maria onto the elevator and up to what turned out to be a cozy one bedroom condo, with – sure enough – a view of the river. That is, if you turned your head and stretched your neck. But it was a nice little place, and I suspected if the place had 24 hour security, it probably also had a gym, maybe a pool, and there were restaurants on the ground level accessible from the sidewalk.

She grumbled at the sticky note on her door, reminding her to go pick up her mail. Finally, after taking a short look around the place, she invited me to sit and get comfortable while she went back down to collect it. While we waited, I wiped off the kitchen table – it was understandably dusty – and then lifted Cindy, Becky and Melanie out of my backpack, setting them on the table. There wasn’t any Barbie-sized furniture here, of course – in retrospect maybe I should have brought something – but I dug through the cabinets and found a dish towel to lay out and a cardboard food carton which I set on its side for them to sit on. They seemed to appreciate the sentiment.

A few minutes later, Maria returned, a bundle of mail in her arms.

“I was worried about this” she sighed. “I’ve been gone too long.” She grumbled as she plopped the pile on the table – at least she kept the pile from falling near the girls – and sat down to start going through it. “Most of this is probably junk, but … “

I saw a little waste basket in the corner of the kitchen and slid it over next to her. “Anything I can help with while you … go through that?”

She paused and looked up at me for a moment. “I appreciate it, sorry I’m a little grumpy. I forget, my mortgage is auto pay, but … some of this stuff isn’t. I’d have set that up if I’d known I’d be … “ she waved her hands “… tiny for months. Umm … no offense, guys.”

Cindy snorted.

Maria continued through her stack, pulling out a few items and opening them, though most of it turned out to be junk mail. Lots and lots of junk mail. Before long, the little wastebasket was about full.

As Maria worked, Becky came over and nudged me in the arm. She said, “Are you really thinking you’d try to restore Cindy and I both later today?”

“Yep. I think after four of you and no ill effects so far, I’m comfortable doing both of you together.”

“And then Melanie?”

Melanie strolled over to stand with Becky, and said “I’ll go too eventually, I might just … wait a few days. I’m not in a big rush. And I’m still deciding … “ she winked at me “… whether to stay this size long term. It’s kinda grown on me. But I need to go back for a while anyway, so I can … take care of some things.”

I said quietly, “Maria sounds like she may be interested in going back and forth … taking ‘mini’ vacations now and then … if it’s safe. I suppose it’s entirely possible, that you won’t be stuck one way or the other, you could probably go back and forth when you feel like it. I just … want to test it first.”

“On us? Or on animals?”

“Animals, inanimate objects too maybe, just going back and forth numerous times, to be sure there’s no long term effects. I want to be more certain that it’s safe before you guys start deciding you want to start shrinking every weekend, having fun for two days and then going back to work on Monday.” They both snorted.

At that point Cindy had walked over to join the conversation, apparently also more curious what we were discussing than watching Maria sort through her mail. “So what are we all talking about?”

Becky’s cheeks turned pink just for a fleeting moment, which was kinda cute. She turned to Cindy and said “I … well, we were talking about both of us being restored this afternoon. Like you and me. But … originally I was going to offer, before .. “

Cindy’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Why didn’t I think of that last night? And now we only have a few hours.” She looked up at me and said, “Last chance before you restore us. If you’re open to … having some fun with us, now’s your chance.”

Becky was speechless for just a moment, and then said, “Well … yeah, I was gonna suggest that … Umm, what I really want is one more time with you … umm, having your way with me.” She blushed for just a moment. “It … feels SO good the way you … you know. I … guess you could have … “ she glanced at Melanie … “all three of us if you want. Just … one last party before you use the machine on us.”

Melanie smirked. “I’m fine hanging back … “ she looked up at me “… you’ll have me all to yourself after tomorrow anyway, I suppose. Focus on Cindy and Becky right now. They’re right, if you’re restoring them this afternoon then this is the last time you can … “ she motioned with her hands “YOU know … I suppose whatever they want you to do … ”

“Alright. IF you guys are sure.”

They both nodded. Becky added, “We wouldn’t have brought it up if we weren’t.”

I took a moment to look around Maria’s condo. It wasn’t huge … and I didn’t want to go messing up Maria’s bed without her in it. Granted, the comforter had two months to collect dust … but everything underneath should still be clean. And she planned on sleeping here tonight. So I ruled that out. And the main kitchen/den area would be kinda strange, if I were sitting there fondling a naked Cindy and Becky while Maria and Melanie looked on from a … pretty short distance. But her condo had both a full bath and a powder room. So … I reached down and gently lifted up Cindy in one hand and Becky in the other, and then halfway to the powder room, I whispered, “Girls, is this going to be alright? There aren’t a lot of places to go in here for privacy.”

Cindy smirked. “At our size, you can take us wherever you like. But … it doesn’t bother me. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time you fucked us in the bathroom.”

Becky’s eyebrows rose as she looked at Cindy. Or come to think of it, her soon-to-be-former-stepmother Cindy. Once Kim helped get that taken care of. I had no idea how long a divorce filing took, but given Andrew’s current legal issues, Kim was certainly the right person to help her navigate it. I was glad to see Cindy and Becky had become such good friends, and suspected that would stick long after they were no longer legally related. Until then though, officially Cindy was Becky’s stepmother, which for me added another erotic element when I had the two of them together.

So I brought them to the powder room, closed the door, set them both down on the sink and then proceeded to lower my shorts. I’d have undressed fully, but we WERE just in Maria’s powder room … it was a small space … so we’d have to make do. As it was, with my shorts down, I stood right in front of the two girls with my partially erect cock pushing out below my tee shirt. I pulled the tee back and stepped closer, my cock hovering between them on the sink ledge, curious how they’d react.

They both just stood there for a moment, looking at it. Cindy licked her lips, motioned Becky over, and they whispered to each other. Then they both turned to me. Cindy had a conspiratorial look on her face, and Becky couldn’t hide her smirk. They said in unison, “How may we serve you, master?” and then knelt down together in front of my cock, Becky tugging off her top in the process. Cindy then proceeded to pull off her own top, as Becky leaned in and planted a tiny kiss on my cock. I felt it stiffen at the sensation and I groaned, emboldening Becky as she began kissing and licking one side, while Cindy began following her lead, first kissing the other side, then rubbing her chest against it, as her tiny hand brushed the underside.

I reached down and stroked Becky’s bare back with my finger for a few moments, and then rubbed her little tush through the Barbie skirt that she’d yet to part with. She reached around with one hand and tugged on the little velcro strip that held it. I caught the end with my finger and thumb and gently tugged them off her, then stroked her now-bare bottom. With my other hand I moved the shed clothes out of the way. If they did succeed at this, I’d rather not accidentally douse their clothes in cum. I’d feel bad if they had to wear cum-soaked clothes for the next hour or two - it wasn’t like we brought them extra clothes along.

Since Cindy still had her skirt on, I surprised her by scooping her up with my left hand. I lifted her slowly, but she still yelped in surprise. I tugged on the velcro holding her skirt in place, and she got the message quickly and helped by wiggling her hips to shimmy out of it. I set it with the others, then traced my finger down her chest, lifted her up to my lips to kiss her there, and then whispered, “When I set you down, you should try kissing Becky.”

She gave me that consipiratorial look again, and as I set her down – right upon my cock this time, one leg hanging down each side – she leaned forward and caught Becky in a kiss. Once they broke the kiss, Becky looked up at me, smirked, and then shifted to the tip of my cock. She put both hands on the head as she leaned in and began kissing the tip. It wasn’t long before I felt her tiny tongue work its way inside, and she pressed her lips there, driving her tongue as deep inside as she could. Meanwhile, Cindy wrapped her legs tight around the base of my cock – her thighs had gotten stronger since that first time, I noticed – and she leaned forward, pressing her chest against it as she ran her hands along both sides.

Damn but I was going to miss this stuff when they were gone. Not that they were going anywhere just yet, but they certainly wouldn’t be able to do … THAT anymore.

I enjoyed it while I could, resisting the urge to speed things up.

Once Becky had started French-kissing the tip of my cock, I knew it wouldn’t take long, and sure enough, after a couple minutes of that I muttered, “I’m close” and was amused to see Cindy press herself against my cock, wrapping her arms around it, but what amused me even more, was Becky. She asked if I could lift my cock just for a moment, and she slid herself under it, laying on her back, her legs spread. She said I could ‘let go’ but there was no way I was going to just let my cock – and Cindy’s weight on it – flop onto Becky’s chest. Cindy might weigh mere ounces to me, but to Becky it would be like getting tackled. So I lowered my cock gently. She positioned herself with the cock head squishing her little tits, and wrapped her arms and legs around it as best she could.

By the time I exploded, the hot stream of cum splattered all over Becky’s neck and face, as well as over her head and into the sink. She closed her eyes tightly but opened her mouth as it totally doused her. She squealed as it hit, but the squeal turned into a gurgle as she got a mouthful of my cum.

Once I was done, Becky was coughing and sneezing, but she wiped the cum away enough to look up at me with one eye and grinned. “That was so much fun!”

I just looked at her for a moment, totally amused. “I’m glad you liked it. I did too. But girl, you are a MESS.”

“So are you going to clean me up?”

I reached down and gently scooped up Cindy with one hand, and then worked Becky into my other hand, inadvertently (or maybe it was intentional) rubbing her body against the underside of my cock for a few moments before I lifted her up. I brought my hands together and Cindy gave me a wry grin, saying, “I see where THIS is going … “

I sighed and replied, “You know me too well, Cindy.”

“Well it might be a little hard to kiss when she’s covered in … “

“My cum?”

She snorted. “Yep. You probably want me to help her with that … “

“Okay, since you’re offering … “

She snorted again and then climbed up until she was straddling Becky, and began scooping cum off her face and cheeks. She did lick her fingers, though she kept looking back at me. As if I wasn’t going to watch this. She was doing it for my benefit, after all. She relished the attention I lavished on her. I gently stroked her back with my thumb as she worked. Soon she’d shifted to kissing Becky, and I lifted them both close to watch, their lips locked and their breasts rubbing. I backed away from the sink, which in this little powder room amounted to about two steps, and lacking anywhere else to go, I went ahead and sat down – in the only place there was to sit. I doubted the girls even noticed.

I let them continue for several minutes, kissing and rubbing while I used my free thumbs to gently stroke Cindy’s back or Becky’s side. Finally I surprised Cindy – eliciting a yelp from her – as I turned my right hand, scooping her up, and lowered her back down carefully on top of Becky in a 69 position. I whispered, “Get each other started and then once you’re wet enough I’ll finish you off.” Cindy’s eyes got wide for a moment as she looked up at me, and then she got down to business – and Becky did too for that matter, reaching up to grab Cindy’s ass and pull it down to her face.

For a couple minutes I sat there, watching them at nearly eye level, as they lapped at each other – something they’d done quite a few times in the last few weeks. I doubted they’d do this at full size once I restored them … but I could be wrong. Despite the step-mother / step-daughter fetish and the erotic thoughts it sent running through my head, they were actually pretty close in age – within five years was my guess. Plus their time together in captivity had clearly brought them closer together. Every one of these women seemed to exhibit strong lesbian and bi feelings, but the chances that all 7 of them were that way before they were shrunk seemed pretty random. Thus my theory that either the shrinking, the experience while shrunk (including what happened in captivity for 5 of the 7 … ) or being surrounded in close quarters by other women in skimpy clothing for weeks … or some combination of those factors, played a part in making them WAY more … sexual. And very open to trying new things. Sexually.

Not that I was complaining. Nope. Definitely not complaining.

Once I heard Becky moan, I shifted them a bit, using my thumb and little finger to hold them secure in my left hand. I turned them in front of my face and then lifted the little finger of my right hand and placed it between Becky’s legs. Cindy looked up at me, a smirk on her face, as I nudged Becky’s legs apart and placed the tip of my finger at her now-damp lips. Cindy, appearing almost eager to watch from her unique vantage point, actually helped spread Becky’s lips before my fingertip entered her. Becky gasped as I worked my way inside her past my first knuckle and then began to gently rub inside of her. It only took a few moments before she exploded underneath Cindy, but knowing this would be the last time (at least for a while) I kept going, giving her two more climaxes before I slowly, gradually worked my wet finger out of her. Three all three orgasms, Cindy watched up close, her hands on Becky’s inner thighs.

Once my finger was out, Cindy looked up at me again and smirked as I tasted Becky’s juices. Then I surprised them by lifting them both – gently of course – and flipping them over, with Cindy on the bottom. I was amused to see Becky’s juices start dribbling onto Cindy’s chin, but Cindy was too focused on what she knew I was about to do next. She reflexively parted her own legs, as I brought my fingertip to her damp lips. Becky, spent and still basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms, didn’t take as active a role as Cindy had, though she did rest her head on Cindy’s left thigh and watch in fascination as I penetrated Cindy. I was rewarded with Cindy’s gasp and then soft moans and grunts as I slid deeper inside her. Cindy was so worked up that the first climax came quickly, but as with Becky I continued, slowing down to try to draw it out a bit, and brought Cindy over the top three more times.

At that point they were both sated, and when I separated them, holding one in each hand, they just lay back, arms and legs sprawled as they gazed lazily up at me with contented smiles. I brought each of them up to my lips, kissing them softly over their chests and stomachs, while catching the last of their juices – in Cindy’s case, still trickling out of her – with the tip of my tongue.

They put up no resistance as I lowered them to my stiff cock and rubbed their bodies up and down it again. I was on the verge from the enjoyment of having just brought the girls to seven orgasms, and while I tried to go slow and draw it out, it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load again. They seemed content at that point to just lay there and let me use them however I liked, as long as I wasn’t rough.

Afterwards, I made sure the water in the sink was warm before I lowered them into it, gently washing the sweat and cum off of them and blotting them dry on a hand towel. They both lay there a few moments longer, watching as I cleaned myself off.

Becky stopped me as I was pulling my shorts up. “Umm … “ She looked really cute, laying there naked on the towel holding her hand up to get my attention.

“Oh, hey Becky.” Like we hadn’t just had wild sex for the last hour …

She snorted. “I … was just thinking. Umm … being like the final hours before you restore me.”

“Yeah. You know, I’ve never seen you … full size before. I’m looking forward to it. But I figured you’d be anxious to get it done, so I’ll start setting up soon as we get back.”

She nodded. “All the more reason … I mean … I was thinking of something else besides riding back in the backpack. Umm ... not that I don’t like riding with Cindy and Mel, but … I have something else in mind, if you’re alright with it.”

“Oh? Do tell.” I had a feeling I knew where this was going …

“Well, it IS the last chance I’ll have to do it … so maybe … I could ride back … in there?” She pointed to my crotch. “I … promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She grinned.

“I certainly can’t turn down an offer like that, can I?”

So Becky stood up and waited patiently for me to lift her up. I wrapped my fingers around her and gently lifted her up, drinking in her features again as I brought her to my lips and kissed her softly. I whispered, “You might get messy again.”

She giggled. “I know. But I kinda like it. Just don’t forget I’m down there.”

I snorted. “Like that’s even possible. You’re going to have me sporting a hard-on the whole way home.”

“That’s the idea.” She giggled again. Then I pulled back my briefs and lowered her in. I felt her snuggling up to my cock and wrapping her legs around the base, as I pulled my shorts up.

Then I looked at Cindy. She smirked, looking at the bulge in my shorts and said, “You’d better hope we don’t have other stops on the way.”

My eyes went wide as I exclaimed, “Oh shit. We still need to pick up Maria’s car. Umm … maybe I don’t have to get out … “

She began laughing so hard she almost rolled into the sink. I caught her and scooped her up in my hand and tickled her with my finger for a moment. “Stop or I’m gonna pee!” she exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, but … not sorry.” I grinned and then brought her to my lips and kissed her chest and stomach. I set her back down on the towel and then picked up the girls’ clothes, handing Cindy’s (at least I think it was what Cindy wore) while stuffing Becky’s blouse and skirt into my pocket. When she was dressed and ready, I scooped her up again and tried to quietly exit the powder room. As if I could sneak around in a tiny condo like this. What was I thinking? Both Maria and Melanie just looked at me, knowing smirks on their faces.

“About time!” exclaimed Maria as I carried Cindy back to the table. “Hope you didn’t make too much of a mess in there” she added, giving both Cindy and I a half-hearted glare, which quickly turned back into a smirk.

Melanie looked at Cindy and back to me and said, “Umm … where’s Becky?”

Cindy burst out laughing.

“What?” huffed Melanie, and then it dawned on her to look at my crotch. Her head snapped back up to look at me as she said, “Oh no, you did NOT just make her … “

Cindy held her hands up and out in a ‘calm down’ motion as she said, “It was Becky’s idea.” Melanie gave her a skeptical look. So did Maria for that matter, though a hint of a smirk returned to her lips. “Really. Becky asked if she could … being as we’re going to be restored … like as soon as we get home.”

I cleared my throat. “Umm … not QUITE that fast. I said I needed to set everything up when we get back. But … that won’t take too long. You’ll both be sitting in regular chairs for dinner. OH.” I turned to Maria. “Are you staying for dinner?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I probably could. I’ll come back here tonight, but maybe if I … throw the sheets in the laundry now, before we leave … “

So at that point, I helped her pull the sheets off the bed and did some dusting while she got the laundry going. Meanwhile Cindy was busy spilling the beans to Melanie, as we … had tried a couple new moves. Partially just due to the logistics of having a ‘threesome’ in a tiny powder room. I actually wasn’t sure the room would even be big enough for a threesome if the girls weren’t tiny themselves. Once the laundry was done, I carried trash to the dumpster on the way out – walking as ‘normally’ as I could with Becky down there (though at least she wasn’t actively trying to get me off … maybe she had the sense to wait until we weren’t out in public) and we drove over to the parking garage where Maria’s car had been sitting for weeks. I was glad the garage didn’t only cater to monthly parkers; it was worth a few dollars to be able to drive in and park next to her car … and not just because I felt Becky squirming in my crotch the whole time, as if reminding me that she was there. I had to be careful moving around, for fear of hurting her, but she was a pro at this by now … as crazy as that sounded … and knew not to leave her legs dangling below my balls if I was going to sit down.

Once I parked – we lucked out finding a space close to her car – Maria got out, gently setting the backpack (with Cindy and Melanie) down on the passenger seat as she did – and I watched as she unlocked her car and got in. She just sat there for a couple minutes. I couldn’t blame her, a day ago she was small enough to ride in the backpack herself, and now she was sitting in her car for the first time in weeks. It had to be disorienting. She looked around, taking everything in, adjusting the mirror, etc – and then finally tried starting the car. It made a little whirring noise at first, probably from sitting so long, but after a minute it sounded pretty normal. I carefully got up out of the car – moving slower than usual for obvious reasons – and walked around Maria’s car, looking at the tires – nothing low, at least – and the windshield – no flyers or notices. That was good. She rolled down the window and let out a steadying breath.

“So how do you feel?” I started with.

She nodded her head. “Alright, I think. The car’s … alright. I … do you want me to follow you back?”

“Are you up to it?”

She flashed a smile, though her eyes betrayed that she was a little nervous. Not something I was used to seeing from Maria, she was normally bubbly, outgoing almost to a fault. The hint of vulnerability from the brash, outspoken Maria, was almost endearing. “I … think so. I just … need to do it. It’ll all come back to me. It’s just been a while.”

“Okay. I’ll start out slow. Let’s get out to the street, then once we get on the road, just honk if you need me to pull over.”

She nodded again. “That sounds good. Umm … thank you.”

She turned to me and as I tilted my head into the open window, she parted her lips and we kissed. For almost a minute. As we finally broke the kiss I said, “Be careful. Let’s get you back safe.”

At that, I went back to my car, slowly pulled out and then waited in the lane for Maria to pull out. She followed me as I drove slowly through the garage and then out to the street.

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Back home, I pulled into the garage and Maria pulled into the driveway behind me. I waited for her to join me before closing the garage door and entering the house. Though I had to stop for just a moment. I struggled not to groan.

Maria turned and looked at me for a moment, and then realization set in and she smirked. “I guess Becky realized we’re no longer out in public.”

I gripped her and planted my lips on hers. And groaned into her mouth as I felt Becky starting to … get it on down there. Though Becky was buried in my briefs and both Cindy and Melanie were in the backpack (which hung from my shoulder) so it was almost as if we were alone. I ended up kissing her for a couple minutes, until I felt Becky … taking some initiative down there.

When I pulled back and gasped, Maria mumbled, “What’s my girl doing down there?”

I whispered in her ear, “She’s … French kissing my …”

Her eyes got wide and she grinned. “That’s my girl.”

I looked her in the eyes and said, “She does it almost as well as you did.”

She actually blushed for just a moment before replying, “Touche’. Maybe I’ll do it again one of these days.” She gave me a knowing look. I knew she wanted to be able to go back and forth … if I could confirm it was safe first. Though I had a lot of incentives to work on that. It was high on my list once our lives started getting back to normal.

Maybe right up there with earning some money to pay all these bills I’d racked up in the last two months.

That thought would have put a damper on things, if Becky hadn’t been going at it since the moment I put the garage door down. I could feel her tongue invading the tip of my cock, her lips pressed to it, her arms and legs both wrapped around it. Her thighs had gotten stronger … or maybe that was just my imagination … it felt like she was pumping my cock. I was close to a massive climax. I made it into the kitchen and stood at the counter, both hands gripping the edge, as I came. Hard.

It was quiet enough in here, that I could faintly hear Becky squeal in delight.

Maria stopped and looked down at my shorts … or rather the bulge … and softly snorted. She whispered, “May I?” I wasn’t sure what she meant, but … all of us had become so close over this ordeal. Heck, I could have started kissing her and rubbing her crotch through her pants right that minute and she wouldn’t have stopped me. So when I turned and leaned against the counter, it didn’t bother me when she reached for my waistband, pulled it back gently and peeked inside with a smirk. I looked down too, and saw Becky curled up around my cock, covered in my cum. She looked up, saw both Maria and I looking at her, and got wide-eyed for a moment before Maria broke the ice by asking, “So how’s my girl doing?”

“Umm … “ stammered Becky.

I jumped in and added, “Becky, that was amazing. Thank you.” She beamed at me.

Maria said, “Are you two alright if I … step in here?”

I shrugged. “Go ahead.” I wasn’t quite sure what Maria had in mind, but after weeks of being entirely dependent on me, I suspected Maria wanted to assert herself. Becky, to her credit, just rolled with it. Then I saw Maria get down on her knees in front of me. She slowly lowered my shorts and briefs, gripping Becky in her hand as she did. I suppose after Becky’s efforts, I’d have to change my briefs anyway at this point. Maria held my cock and then positioned Becky so that she straddled the base, before she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. Becky got the message quickly and held on tight, I could feel her thighs tense as she wrapped her legs tightly around my cock and gripped the skin with her tiny hands. Maria began sliding her lips up and down my cock, her tongue licking the underside as she began to suck. I was still mostly stiff even after Becky had finished, but now I was rock hard. Maria, I noted, was pretty good at this. She took it to the back of her throat, her lips coming close to brushing Becky with each thrust. For a couple minutes I just enjoyed it. Not just the sensation of Maria’s lips and tongue working my cock towards another climax, but every time I looked down, the sight of little Becky clenching the base of my cock, and the feel of her thighs pressing and her tiny hands gripping in unison. Then I whispered, “I’m close” as I put my hands on Maria’s shoulders, and a few moments later, as I gushed into her mouth and down her throat, she locked her lips around the head of my cock and tried to swallow everything I gave her.

Maria lingered down there another minute, milking my cock, before sliding off it and leaning back. She licked her lips, smirked at me and then slowly stood up and kissed me. She whispered, “How was that?”

I murmured back, “Amazing. Like there was any doubt.”

She snorted. “Because I’m so … experienced at this?”

“It’s kinda obvious. But … I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too” she replied, and kissed me again. She stepped back, looked at my stained shorts, and at Becky, still covered in cum and holding tightly to my cock. “I think you’d better get our girl cleaned off while you change … “

“I … “ I looked down at Becky, and my hand instinctively reached down there to hold her, afraid she’d slip off my cock now that it had been spent. “Yeah. Umm … can you take care of our … “ I motioned with my chin to the backpack still over my shoulder …

She smirked. “No problem.” Then in a whisper, she added, “I wonder what they were thinking while we were just … “

Becky added, “Yeah, you know when we’re in there we can only see out that little window in the back. We can’t hear as much either. It gets frustrating when we’re in there a long time.” I slowly lifted her up as she spoke.

“Then let’s get them out of there. Maria?” I extended my arm and she lifted the backpack off my shoulder. “Thank you. And YOU … “ I looked back to Becky. “Let’s you and me get cleaned up.”

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In the bathroom, I set Becky on the sink ledge and then went ahead and shed my shorts and briefs. As I stood there in just a shirt, I looked at Becky and she smirked and said, “One last time, please? … Before you clean me up?” She giggled.

I just looked at her for a moment. “What did you have in mind?”

She directed me to sit down and then hold her in my hands and lower her between my legs. She began to kiss the head of my cock.

Just then, there was a tap on the door. Followed by Maria’s voice. “You two decent in there?”

“Umm … “

“I’ll take that as a no. But I’m coming in anyway.” She opened the door and laughed. “I figured! Guess I was just in time.” She extended her hand. “Cindy wants in.”

As I reached out one hand to take Cindy from her, she started babbling. “Being as it’s our last time … I guess we’re doing this as soon as you two are … cleaned up … I was thinking maybe … “

I just looked at her. “It’s fine, Cindy. If Becky doesn’t mind.” I looked at Becky and she smirked. “Okay then. Thank you, Maria.”

She snorted. “You three have fun. I’ll … just keep Melanie company.” As she closed the door behind her, I could hear her laughing and then spilling the beans to Melanie. I almost sighed, my cock was pretty confused after getting worked up with Becky, then deflating with Maria’s interruption, then starting to stiffen again at the thought of both Cindy and Becky down there again.

Cindy began to pull her top and skirt off the moment Maria closed the door, and – seeing as I didn’t have a free hand – she nonchalantly tossed them to the floor. I said, “Becky, do you mind some help down there?”

Becky giggled. “I don’t think your monster cock will mind.”

At that, I brought Cindy down between my legs. She and Becky perched together in my hands and – while occasionally glancing up to see my reaction (as if my stiffening cock wasn’t enough of a sign), they alternated rubbing their hands on my cock, kissing it, and kissing each other. I just leaned back and enjoyed it for a while, they were taking their time.

Becky said, “I can hardly wait until I’m big enough to fit this thing in my mouth. Then you can see if I’m as good as Maria.”

Cindy raised her tiny eyebrows. “When did Maria … “

Becky snorted. “As soon as we got home. I had to hold on for dear life while she was giving a blowjob right in front of me.”

Cindy exclaimed, “You were still … “

“I had my legs wrapped around this bad boy while she was sucking. Her lips kept brushing my thighs every time she went deep. I … almost came myself. I was all worked up. Thus … here I am.” She giggled.

“So I was … you were … while we were still in the backpack?”

Becky nodded. And grinned.

At that, they went back to rubbing, kissing me and kissing each other. Becky leaned down so she could plant her lips on the tip, and began French kissing it. She was well aware the effect that always had on me, and I caught her glancing up to see my reaction. She drove her tongue as deep as her tiny tongue could – which for her wasn’t very far, but it was enough. They could both feel my cock pulsating under them and knew I was almost there. Just before I exploded, they squeezed together in front of it, arms around each other, and caught it against their chests and stomachs, squealing in delight as it covered them.

Once I caught my breath, I looked at them and said, “I think you both need a bath now.”

“So do you” they both said, almost in unison.

“Well then … care to take a quick shower with me?”

They looked at each other and grinned. So I gently set them down next to the sink and turned on the shower, giving the water a minute to warm up. Then I shed my tee shirt, opened the bathroom door partway – no reason for Melanie or Maria to have to wait given we only had one bathroom – and then scooped up Cindy and Becky and stepped into the shower. I gently set them down on the shower floor as I started to wet and soap myself.

Making sure my hands weren’t slick, I reached down and lifted up Cindy first. She took one look at me and raised an eyebrow before saying, “I thought you’d do more with us than just … wash us. Do you remember that time at Melanie’s apartment? How you … “

My eyes went wide as the memory came back to me. “Are you … sure?” I glanced down at Becky. “Both of you?” They both replied yes. I supposed if I was restoring them in literally the next hour or two, they were certainly trying to get everything out of their systems now while they could. Not that I was complaining. I insisted if they wanted me to stop, or if I was doing anything they didn’t like, that they should speak up and I’d stop.

“Go for it” Cindy said, “Just make sure we get a climax … or two … before you finish.”

I snorted. “Deal.” That said, I began to soap up Cindy in my hand, my fingers exploring her all over in the process. Then I gently turned her over, made sure I held her firm, and heavily soaped up her bottom. I began to rub her against me, over my chest, under my arm. I turned her to face me and soaped her again before rubbing her against my face, and then down between my legs, where I rubbed her against my thighs and my cock. Then I held her against my cock, straddling her legs over it, and rubbed her along it. She gasped and moaned. I held her at the tip of my cock and rubbed her cunt against it, causing more gasps and moans. I kept it up until she climaxed, her tiny heart beating hard and her breathing erratic as she came.

I debated whether to set her down on the floor, and instead held her up to my face and whispered “I’m not done with you yet” before gently setting her down in the soap dish. I’d have to keep an eye on her, if she tried to climb out she’d get hurt, but she was spent at the moment and just lay there, a silly grin on her face.

Bending down, I scooped up Becky and whispered “Thanks for waiting” which bought me a shy grin that was sexy as hell. “Are you ready?” She nodded. So I began soaping her up, letting my fingers explore every tiny inch of her as I did. I held her up to my face and rubbed her against my skin, her tiny breasts pressing against my cheek and chin. I flipped her over, heavily soaped her bottom, and rubbed her over my chest, then down between my legs, before bringing her to my cock, where I did the same as I had with Cindy minutes ago – rubbing her pussy against the tip of my cock until she came.

While she was still in the midst of her post-climax haze, I held her in my right hand and reached with my left to pick up Cindy. I whispered, “Cindy, are you ready?” and she gave me a silly grin and sat up. I scooped her up and brought her to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around her thighs and ran the tip of my tongue between her legs, eliciting a faint gasp and a soft moan. I worked my tongue up and down her pussy and ass for a couple minutes, building her up, and then nuzzled her labia with the tip of my tongue, her moist lips parting around the massive intruder. It wasn’t long before I felt her little hips bucking against my tongue, and soon after, I brought her to another climax.

I gave her a minute to start to come down from her high, as I kissed her gently on the chest and stomach, and then I lowered her down between my legs. I lowered Becky in my other hand, and held both girls against my stiff cock. I held them together, shoulder to shoulder, and rubbed them against the underside of my cock, their tiny breasts pressing against the sensitive skin and their little feet brushing my balls. I was worked up enough that it didn’t take me long to finish, though I tried in vain to draw it out as long as I could. Damn, but they felt good down there.

Once I came – for the fourth time this afternoon, surprising even me – I just held them for a few final moments, as I collected myself. They were content to just lay back and relax, letting the warm water run over them. On a whim, I got an erotic thought in my head (what’s new?) and decided to ask, “Girls, any chance you might indulge me one last time before we get out of here and get you restored?”

Becky glanced at Cindy and then back at me and smirked. “Go for it. Don’t even tell us, just do it.” She giggled. I looked at Cindy and she grinned as well.

“Okay.” So at that, I separated them, Cindy in my left hand, Becky in my right. I held them facing each other, and turned my palms so they were leaning back. I said, “Both of you, part your legs.” They did, Cindy giving me a wry smile as I suspected she had an idea what I was going to try. I tilted them and brought them together, their legs overlapping. Becky started to figure it out too, and snort-laughed at the realization. I held them in a scissor position, their inner thighs touching, and then finally brought them close enough that their sensitive folds brushed each other. They both gasped at the sensation, and neither one made any effort to stop me, so I continued. I very gently rubbed them together, their thighs and cunts massaging each other. I tried to be careful with them, knowing I could injure them if I got rough, but it was gratifying to see both of them enjoying the experience, moaning as I ground them together in a rhythm. With my thumbs on their chests holding them in place, I could feel their tiny hearts beat faster and I knew they were close. I brought them up to my lips and kissed them and let the tip of my tongue brush them both in the middle, before Becky climaxed, her little moans giving way to gasps as her body trembled in my hand, and then Cindy followed suit moments later.

They both lay back in my hands, exhausted but happy, as I brought each of them to my lips and kissed them gently, my tongue tasting them. I gathered them together in my left hand and then soaped them down one last time, before slowly setting them down together in the soap dish so I could finish rinsing myself off. They both sat and watched me as I turned off the water and began to dry myself off, then I lifted them up, stepped out of the shower and lay them across a hand towel next to the sink. They lay sprawled on the towel, content to let me gently blot them dry with the edge of the towel. I turned and saw both Maria and Melanie standing in the doorway, Maria with a big smirk on her face, Melanie raising a curious eyebrow.

I said, “Seems they wanted to get it all out of their system before I restore them.”

“No kidding”

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Once the girls were dried off and I’d had a chance to throw on a clean tee shirt and shorts, I carried them gently back to my office and set them down on the floor. There was no need to get them clothes, not if they were ready to be restored. With Keisha’s help, we’d already bought a couple outfits for each of them, so both Cindy and Becky had something to wear once they woke up from the restoration.

They both watched as I set up the equipment. Maria sat down in my desk chair and Melanie stood just to the side. The anticipation was palpable. We were almost through this. After today, only Melanie would remain, and that was by her choice – she wasn’t ‘ready’ yet and wanted to wait a few days for the dust to settle, though I knew she’d want to be restored at least for a time, to settle her affairs and officially move out of her old apartment.

“So which of you want to go first?” I asked.

Cindy and Becky looked at each other for a moment. Cindy finally said, “Let Becky go first. It’ll just be a few minutes, right?”

I nodded. “If even that … “

So it was settled.

Becky walked herself over to the ‘spot’ on the floor where I’d done the others, and then lay down. They’d seen this four times now and knew the routine – and laying down to start with avoided the risk of getting hurt when fainting post-restoration. So I asked, “Ready, Becky?” and she nodded and grinned. I pointed the laser at her, pulled the trigger, and watched her grow. I’d never seen either Cindy nor Becky ‘full size’ – in fact I’d seen none of them besides Melanie or Maria prior to their shrinking.

I gave it a minute, since I didn’t have to run over there and catch her – a mistake I made with Keisha the first time. Looking at Becky ‘normal size’ the first time … damn, she was cute. Probably about 5 foot 4 inches was my guess.

Maria said, “Need any help with her?”

“I think I can get her, if you want to pull the bed sheets back and I’ll lay her down to rest until she wakes up.”

I bent down and lifted her up. She felt … nice. Warm and soft in my arms. Of course her head leaning on my shoulder and her breasts just inches from my chin, weren’t bad either. I snorted softly to myself. I was so used to being around naked women all day long … but tiny naked women, not my own size. And I couldn’t expect the dynamics to be the same afterwards. I carried her carefully to the bedroom – trying not to bump her against the door frame of course – and gently lay her down on the bed, her head on the pillow. I admired her for just a moment before pulling the sheet up over her chest.

Then I returned to the office. Soon as I did, Cindy was already getting into position. She said, “I can’t have that girl waking up an hour before I do, can I?” She grinned.

“Suppose not. You ready?”

She nodded. Just as with Becky, I pointed the laser at her, pulled the trigger, and watched her grow. I gave her a minute, partly to be sure the growth was complete – I had never experimented with adding something to the mix in the middle of a restoration, I wasn’t sure quite what would happen – would the item (or person?) be unaffected, or would they be caught up in the process and grow (or shrink), or only grow or shrink partway – which would be disastrous, given the refraction coefficient of the element seemed to cause a growth or shrink in a specific ratio.

After waiting a minute, I knelt beside her and scooped her up – from the other side, to make it easier to lay her on the other side of the bed. There was only one bed in this place, after all. I lived by myself until all these tiny girls showed up. Cindy was actually just an inch or two taller than Becky, and up close she was quite a looker herself. I resisted the urge to just gaze on her for a while, and chastizing myself, and then gently lay her on the bed next to Becky, and pulled the sheet up over her chest.

Then while they slept, I talked to Maria – and Melanie, who hadn’t said much during all this, though she didn’t seem too miffed that I spent so much … quality time with Becky and Cindy. I did offer to include her, and she declined. I suspected she was looking forward to some quality time with just the two of us, something we hadn’t really had lately.

Maria decided she’d go ahead and get going, so she could finish her laundry and maybe catch some carryout for dinner. I tried to talk her into staying here for dinner, but she didn’t want to be up all night doing laundry. She promised to check in this evening. And made me promise to keep my hands off them when they woke up. It was half kidding, she understood I had some self-control, that while I did like having all these girls around me, it was them ‘throwing’ themselves at me more-so than me trying to make them do anything. She realized it – felt the others did too – and appreciated it. She gave me a kiss – which was probably longer than it needed to be, not that either of us minded – and then she headed out.

And then I sat in a chair in the corner of the room, with Melanie in my lap, and waited.

[Rusco57]

Nice. Your story is really engrossing, Sex with tinies.
Great to see another installment.