A Tina Tempest Short Story

[Tina Tempest]

Hello Gang!

Here is a story I intended to finish about a week ago but the Holiday got in the way. Here is a full-length story. If you like it please check out my story collections on Amazon. I have two different collections about shrunken MILFs and two holiday collections. Please let me know what you think of this story. I really wish Shrinking Fluid were a reality. If it were, I might very well do what Carol does in this story. In any event -- Enjoy! XXOO Tina

The Christmas Present
By
Tina Tempest

“We do life-size portraits, Mrs. Perkins. Many women who have become mothers prefer the tiny scale as it tends to minimize things like stretch marks and those extra few pounds that children tend to leave behind on their mother’s frames.”
Carol Perkins paged through the studio portraits focusing on the before and after pictures.
“The difference is remarkable,” she marveled.
“We’ll turn you into a regular scintillating MILF, Carol!” stated the photographer with obvious glee.
“But won’t photoshop be as effective?”
“To an extent, but not as effectively as physically reducing you. Your skin shrinks with your body and tightening is a natural byproduct of the shrinking process.”
“No more cellulite and baby weight?”
“Well, we can’t work complete miracles BUT far less of both than when you are full size.”
“This will be the perfect Christmas present! Bill has wanted some snaps of me in the altogether one for a long time, but early in my marriage I was shy. Now the prospect doesn’t phase me, but now I have a lot more flaws.”
“Shrinking Juice is the ultimate camouflage, Mrs. Perkins!”
“I’ll believe that when I see it. Are these prices firm, like my tummy used to be?”
“Well, this week we are offering a special deal. For the above figure, we offer a full album of poses and costumes plus, because of a special deal with the manufacturer, we can send you home with a dose of Shrinking Juice and the antidote. You can reenact some of the photos in the privacy of your own bedroom with your husband!”
“It won’t hurt will it?”
“Actually, Shrinking Juice provides a brief but wicked high. The only side effect is a loud belch caused by the capacity of your lungs diminishing.”
“SOLD, Andre!”
“Very good, Mrs. Perkins. Why don’t you follow my assistant, Pamela into my studio?”
The Auburn-haired woman who had just passed her thirty-ninth birthday but was still phenomenally attractive followed the perky blonde college student into the adjoining room.
“OK, Mrs. Perkins,” she said, “step behind that partition and take everything off, including your jewelry.”
“My jewelry? I’m not sure I want to be photographed without my wedding ring. I’m really proud to be Bill’s bride.”
“We can provide quite attractive miniature replicas, Mrs. Perkins.”
“Oh, well, since you are going to see me naked, you can call me Carol.”
“Ok, Mrs… Carol, you really need to get out of your clothes now. Andre TRIES to stay on schedule.”
“Yes, now is when I grin and bear it right?”
“Absolutely! Be sure to remove your earrings and any other piercing you may have; they don’t play nice with Shrinking Juice. If you have any crowns or fillings, open your mouth and I will coat them with a substance that works in harmony with the Shrinking Juice. It is a bit bitter tasting, however.”
“You’re the boss, Pamela.”
A short time later, the attractive housewife was in her birthday suit contemplating the vial of viscous purple fluid in her right hand.
“It’s Zero-hour, Carol.”
“Right O. Here goes nothing!”
She tipped back the vial to discover a cinnamon and vaguely metallic tang followed by the best high of her life. In her wild, single days, Carol had experimented with Cocaine and Heroin, but their high was nothing compared to that of Shrinking Juice! Carol belched loudly, felt as though she was falling, and watched in amazement as Pamela begin to rise up like a giant. Suddenly, Carol realized that she was eye level with Pamela’s ankles!
“Holy shit!” she cried. “What do I look like?”
“See for yourself!” returned Pamela as she lowered a hand mirror to the floor.
Carol gawked and stared. Everything Andre had said was true! Her stretchmarks and the annoying flab leftover from the birth of her last child were practically invisible!
“I could actually wear a bikini again!” stated Carol in elation.
“Oh, we’ll put you in one Carol. We will also take lots and lots of you wearing just a smile. Your husband will love it.”
“I haven’t been this hot since my eldest was born.”
“I’m quite sure that makes no difference to your husband, Carol.”
“Bless his heart, he says it doesn’t. BUT I’ve seen his eyes roving when we go to the beach.”
“He’ll have something from you that those women can’t give him, Carol. Now, time is wasting, and we need to get things done. I’m going to pick you up, hand you a robe, and escort you out to Andre. You will follow all of his instructions. If you don’t and we go over time we will have to add it to your bill. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am!” replied Carol as she smartly saluted.
Pamela carried Carol from behind the partition and placed a tiny golden wedding band and one adorned with three tiny diamonds in the shrunken wife’s hand. Carol slipped them on. “They are a bit loose.”
“Trust me, your husband will NEVER notice!”
Then, she was alone with Andre as Pamela moved into a strict assistant mode, setting up cameras and adjusting the lights.
“OK Carol, time to dispense with the robe.”
There was a flutter in her hands as Carol loosened the sash of the robe and allowed the garment to flutter to the floor. No other man had seen her naked since her honeymoon aside from a time, early in her marriage, when she and Bob had gone camping with another couple. A lot of wine and beer had led to an impromptu session of skinny dipping by all hands. Bob had been so turned on, he took her six times that night… The photos from this session were sure to similarly ignite his libido!
“Very nice, Carol!” said Andre enthusiastically – exactly what she needed to hear.
The next two hours passed in a blaze of excitement and anticipation. Andre was going to create a wall calendar.
January: Carol, clad in just a tiny diaper wearing a sash and carrying a scythe.
February: Carol in sexy red lingerie on a giant heart-shaped pillow.
March: Carol dressed as a sexy Bo Peep between a stuffed lamb and a stuffed lion.
April: Carol wearing nothing but soap suds as Pamela poured warm water from above out of a garden sprinkler can.
May: Carol wearing a floral lei and nothing else as she sat or a bed of rose petals.
June: Carol in that promised bikini.
July: A nude Statue of Liberty
August: The “Dog Days” of summer, Carol in a collar chained to the front of a tiny doghouse.
September: Carol as a big college cheerleader.
October: Carol a sexy witch in a very abbreviated dress.
November: A Native American maiden in front of a pilgrim’s hat.
December: Carol as a stupendously sexy elf, just about to step into her miniature green stockings.
The rest of the pictures were fairly traditional Playboy Magazine type poses. By the time Andre announced that it was time for Carol to return to her old size and clothes once more, the shrunken housewife was in a blissful mood.
“Bob is going to be so crazy about that calendar, he’ll probably want to hang it in our living room!”
“I can’t be responsible for what happens to these photos once they leave my office, Carol!” he returned with a laugh.
Pamela carried her back behind the partition and deposited a few drops of Shrinking Juice antidote or Carol’s tiny tongue. Immediately the mature wife felt herself growing larger. She sat down after losing her balance and marveled as she saw her hands increase in size before her astonished eyes. Then, she was looking up at Pamela.
“Wow, that was something else!”
“Get dressed Carol, we just have time for you to peruse the portfolio we have put together while the printer spits out and binds your calendar.”
Carol Perkins decided that the expensive photo session was worth every penny. Pamela gift-wrapped the calendar as Andre presented her with an album bursting with photos. “You can select which ones you want to share with your husband or,” he mischievously winked and finished with “whomever.”
“You are a devil, Andre!” returned Carol with a laugh. “These are for Bob’s eyes only.”
“If you say so, Carol. It was a pleasure doing business with you. If you have any female friends who you think would like to avail themselves of my services, don’t hesitate to recommend me.”
“I’m sure I’ll be sending some business your way, Andre.”
Pamela soon appeared with the gift-wrapped parcel and a vial of Shrinking Juice and the antidote. Carol sincerely thanked her.
“This promises to be the best Christmas, Bob and I will ever spend!” she said with delight as she strode out of Andre’s studio.
As she drove home, Carol decided to make one final stop before returning home. She sighed and said to the emptiness about her, “I really should get something really sexy to wear under my clothes on Christmas day so that Bob has something else to unwrap once the kids go to bed!”
The rest of her trip home was simply wonderful.

[Sumguy14]

well written and very enjoyable Tina. Always enjoy your work.

[Axtwyt]

That was a fantastic read, Tina! Very nice work!