Claire increased the speed on the treadmill. She had been building up
plenty of negative energy recently, and she was trying to make use of
it to power up her workout.
"Whoa, girl," quipped her friend Megan, who was using the
next machine over. "That's what I call trying too hard. You'll
make me look lazy if you keep running like that."
"I'm just trying to blow off some steam, you know."
"'About what? Is it about your dad?"
The brunette nodded, her long brown hair tied in a ponytail swinging
left and right. "You know I need to leave this Friday, right?"
"Yeah, how's he doing now?"
"Mom said he's getting a little better. He'll be bedridden for
some time though."
"Sorry to hear that," panted Megan. One guy was
deliberately slowing down as he passed behind the two girls to
appreciate the show of their bouncing yoga pants-clad butts.
"It's alright. The one thing I'm most worried about is Bill. It
doesn't feel right to leave him all alone for one week."
"For real, Claire?" giggled Megan. "Isn't he a big
enough boy?"
"That's not what I'm talking about! Don't you get it?"
"I... guess?"
"I've been worrying about him cheating since I bought the plane
ticket," Claire confessed.
"Can't he come with you?"
"That used to be the idea," said Claire. "But he ended
up bailing out because he needs to save money to get a new computer,
or so he says."
"Hmm-mm."
"The thought of our slutty neighbor learning he's going to be
alone for a week is making me fume."
"How is she gonna know anyway?"
"I think she can hear our conversations through the walls, just
like we can hear her fucking a different guy every night,"
explained Claire before muttering an audible sigh. "I bet she
can't wait to put her filthy hands on Bill, now that I will be out of
the picture."
The girls remained silent for a while until they finished their
workout. They dried their sweaty faces with their towels and regained
their breath before moving to the gym's lounge area.
They both got coffees from the vending machines before sitting on one
of the benches. Megan had taken on a pensive expression.
"Something bothering you too?" asked Claire.
"No," she said. "It's just I remembered about
something that might solve your problem, actually."
"What? An attack dog?" joked the brunette.
Megan smiled. "You know my sister works in a pharmaceutical
company, right?"
"Uh-huh"
"Well, I think she has a pill that might just stop Bill from
wanting to cheat on you," said the young blonde.
"They make loyalty pills now?" asked an incredulous Claire.
"Close enough. Know what, I'm texting her about it right now,"
said Megan, retrieving her phone from her bag.
The brunette shook her head. "I'm not sure what you're talking
about, but whatever it is, if it can keep bitches away from Bill,
I'll take it."
Megan giggled. "You free tomorrow? Let's meet for coffee after
work and I'll show the thing to you."
Claire nodded. "Sure", she said, excited to find out more
about this "loyalty pill".
*
One shower and car ride later, Claire arrived home. Her boyfriend was
waiting for her as he finished some jobs on his computer.
"Hmm. You look amazing in this outfit," said the young man,
admiring his girlfriend's curvy frame.
"Thanks, baby," she said before sitting on his lap. "Is
dinner ready?"
"Yup. Just needs some time in the microwave." He held her
in his arms, hugging her tightly. "Can't believe I'm going to
not see you for one whole week."
"Oh, I'm sure you won't miss me," said Claire coldly.
"Haven't you informed your second and third girlfriends
already?"
The guy laughed. "Come on baby, don't be so silly." He
kissed her on the cheek. "You know you're the one who's third in
the ranking."
Claire lightly slapped him in the face. "You shouldn't even joke
about stuff like that," she said.
"Fine fine," he amusedly said. "You get to be second
since you care so much."
The girl tried to jump off his lap, but he held her tight. They
french kissed before they went to the kitchen to finish setting the
table.
*
Claire nervously opened the front door of the coffee shop where she
was supposed to meet her friend. Looking around the busy café, she
spotted Megan sitting at one of the tables in the back of the store.
The blonde waved and Claire crossed the room to go and sit in front
of her.
"I don't have much time today, so I'll get right to the point,"
said the girl as she searched for something in her handbag. Claire
observed her intently until she handed her two pills.
"The loyalty pills?" asked the brunette.
"Not exactly," smiled Megan.
Claire had picked up the pills from her friend's palm and was
studying them with her brown eyes. "What to do they do then?"
"I'm not sure if you heard of the pills that can shrink you.
Those that are used in prisons and stuff like that."
Claire's face turned skeptical. "You want me to shrink Bill
down?"
Megan grinned. "Sort of," she said. "These ones are
actually a variation. They shrink you, but only when you have an
orgasm."
Claire's eyes widened. "Are you… is this for real?" she
stuttered.
The blonde girl nodded. "Put this one in Bill's drink tonight,
then tell him what he just drank. He'll have to think twice about
cheating on you."
Claire chuckled cheerfully. "I bet he will." She looked at
the pills she was holding in her hand with newfound hope. "You're
not pulling my leg with these things, aren't you? Will they really
work?"
"My sister says they've been tested extensively. They haven't
started selling them yet cause they're trying to solve legal issues
first. But yes, they're 100% working. There's a market of BDSM and
fetish enthusiasts that'll buy'em in droves."
"Really? People enjoy these kinds of things?"
"There's no shortage of weirdos out there," commented
Megan. "But I guess in this case that's working out in your
favor."
"But wait. How much will he shrink?" asked the brunette.
"According to my sister, it will depend on the strength of the
orgasm. She said it varies from 10% to 60%, and possibly more if he's
really going for it," she laughed.
"Really? 60% of his height in one go?" asked an incredulous
Claire. "And they stack?"
"They do," nodded the blonde. "You might eventually
find him ant-sized if you don't feed him the antidote soon enough."
Claire giggled as she fantasized about keeping an ant-sized Bill all
for herself, away from all those good-for-nothing boyfriend thieves.
"Remember," said her friend. "White is the shrinking
pill, yellow is the antidote."
Claire nodded. "How can I ever thank you for this?" she
asked as she grabbed her friend's hands in her own. "You're a
genius, Meg!"
"Just pay for my drinks in the next two or three months and
we're set," Megan laughed.
"For now, let me take care of the bill," Claire said as she
left some coins on the table. The conversation moved to fashion,
food, and gossip for a few more minutes before the girls had to part.
"I can't wait to hear of how it worked," said Megan. "Call
me as soon as you get back from your trip, alright?"
Claire nodded. The girls hugged and they both went their separate
ways.
*
"I'm home," announced Claire. Her boyfriend was working in
front of his computer, as usual.
"Hey babe," he said. "Welcome back."
"Thanks, sweetie."
For a while, as he finished his daily work, she just hung out in the
living room watching TV. When he finally joined her, she decided it
was time to get serious with her plan. She went for the fridge and
returned with two opened beers. The one she handed to Bill had been
tampered with the pill she had just received from Megan.
"Thanks," he said as he began to gulp down the drink from
the can.
"You're welcome," she smiled. She put her hand through her
hair, watching him drink the "magic" beer.
"Is this really going to work?" she pondered, her heart
racing. Once Bill would have drank the tampered beer, there was no
coming back.
They were going out for dinner for their last night together before
her departure. When they came back from the night out, they sat on
the sofa for some late-night TV watching.
"I'm going to have to tell him sooner or later..." she
thought, as Bill's attention was caught by an action movie. "But
first, I want to make sure Megan was not bullshitting me."
She moved closer to Bill and started unzipping her pants.
"Whoa..." he said as she started massaging his member.
"Shhhh." His dick quickly rose to its full size as Claire's
expert hands began to rub it up and down.
"You're good," he moaned, giving in to the pleasure the
hands of his girlfriend were offering him. She knew exactly which
buttons to push, and it didn't take long for the girl to finish him
off. Cum drizzled like a fountain on her hand and his shirt.
Then Claire watched him closely, her mind racing from the suspense as
she waited for the pills to work.
Bill felt weird. The pleasure from the handjob he received had turned
into a very unpleasant sensation, one remotely similar to dizziness
that he couldn't otherwise explain with familiar terms. "Am I
getting sick?" he wondered. He strangely felt like his clothes
were getting roomier too.
Claire, on the other hand, was triumphant. She was witnessing the
effects of the medicine in real-time. She felt his member, which she
still was holding in her hand, escaping her grip. His tight shirt
looked oversized on him now, and his whole silhouette shrank as he
sat on the sofa.
"Bill... do not freak out," she whispered. "Everything
is going to be fine."
"Huh?" he said. "Actually I'm not feeling too well.
Did you notice?"
Claire smiled slightly. She kissed her boyfriend on the mouth. "It's
okay," she said. "There's one thing I need to confess to
you."
"If it's about the fact you ate the last donut, I already
noticed. Um, hey Claire? You look bigger. I must be dreaming."
The familiar face of the brunette was towering over him and something
about the whole situation definitely felt off to him.
"I'm not bigger," said the woman. "It's you who turned
smaller."
"What..."
The girl rose, and she pulled Bill up from his hands. They were
standing at roughly the same height now.
"How?" said Bill, the events way too overbearing to process
for his slightly drunk brain.
Claire giggled. "I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you
alone for one week, Bill. I couldn't accept the idea you might have
cheated on me without me ever finding out. So I got this pill... it
shrinks you down every time you have an orgasm."
"What?" He looked at his girlfriend, horrified. He was
eye-to-eye level with her. What she had just said was simply
unbelievable, but the fact that he had actually shrunk proved
otherwise.
The girl curled her lips. "Come on Billy... don't be like that.
Say something."
"This is... this is not right. You can't do this to me," he
lamented. "You're a psycho."
Claire shook her head, upset with her boyfriend's reaction. "I'm
just protecting myself. I know there's plenty of evil bitches who are
ready to jump on a taken man."
"Claire! I'd never cheat on you!" he cried. "Why can't
you just trust me?"
Claire put a finger over his mouth. "Shhhh," she said,
before kissing him. For a while, Bill was bribed by the wet kiss he
shared with his girlfriend, but eventually, he returned to protest.
"How can you do something like that without my consent," he
cried. "What if this thing was dangerous?"
"It's not. Believe me, Bill, I wouldn't put you through danger
for nothing. And besides, when I'm back next week I'll give you the
antidote so you can go back to normal."
"What do you mean, next week? I am shorter by, like, several
inches, in case you didn't notice. How am I going to live like this?"
"Just like I do?" said Claire. "Being, huh, five foot
four is not a big deal. Just make sure you don't cum again before I'm
back," she giggled.
He shook his head and sat on the sofa looking for comfort. "But
this is mad! How am I going to be able to even go out like this? You
need to give me the antidote right now."
"Sorry but no way," said Claire who was getting fed up with
her boyfriend's protests. "The sooner you accept it, the best."
"None of my clothes will fit," he cried.
"Big deal. They'll just look a bit loose, you fashion freak."
"I can't believe you thought this was an okay thing to do,"
he sobbed.
As she looked at his crying face, Claire was starting to feel sorry
for him. Had she really gone too far, feeding him the shrinking
pills? No, she thought, that wasn't right. She had done whatever was
necessary to prevent him from cheating on her. Any sane girl would've
done the same, she reassured herself.
"Come on big boy. Stop crying, look at these," she said,
taking her shirt off and proudly displaying her plentiful breasts to
him. But he ignored her.
"He must be really upset if he won't even react to boobs,"
she thought. "Oh well... it'll pass."
She left him alone and walked to the bedroom. First, she removed her
pants, remaining in her white underwear only. Then, she started
preparing the bags for the next day.
Half an hour later, he joined her in the bedroom. "Feeling
better?", she asked, seeing that he had stopped crying.
"I'm still mad," he rebutted. "How did you even find
those pills?"
"That's a secret I won't tell," she said. "But don't
worry, I am sure they are safe."
"Yeah, right. Except for the part where they make smaller. So
how do they work, exactly? Every time I come, I shrink down? So if I
orgasmed again, I would lose some more height?"
"Huh-uh, wanna try it out?" she said as she inched closer
to him, putting her hands on his thighs.
She was certainly alluring. But Bill was still upset, and moreover,
he wasn't certainly interested in any sexual activity if the result
would've been him dwindling down again. So he broke free from his
girlfriend's grip.
"No," he refused. "And I'm sleeping on the couch
tonight."
And he meant it. Claire, who was already tired, decided she didn't
have the energy to go and change his mind, so she went to her bed and
rapidly fell asleep.
The following morning, she was ready to leave for the airport. Bill
seemed to have mellowed down a bit after a night of sleep.
"You're leaving?" he asked. He had started working on his
project early in the morning.
The brunette nodded. "How about a goodbye kiss?"
The man complied. "What you did is still wrong, you know,"
he said. "I don't know how I'm going to deal with being this
short for one whole week. I'll have to hide at home, as I don't want
anybody to see me like this."
"That's kind of the point," thought Claire. "It's
a good thing you work from home, then," she told him instead.
"That's the only upside. That, and the fact we're stacked on
food."
"Now, I really need to go," said Claire. "Be on your
best behavior. I don't want to find you any smaller when I come
back."
He sighed. "Hey, Claire."
"Yes?"
"Can't I even jerk off then?"
The girl shook her head. "Not unless you want to shrink down."
She liked the sound of that. She found it was empowering. She was the
only one who could allow him to orgasm, he was forced to abstain as
long as she was gone.
He sighed again. "Let me help you with these bags."
He lifted one of her bags, noticing how heavy it was to him. Other
than his size, he had surely lost some of his strength because of
that pill. When he walked out of the building and got out on the
street, he felt like everyone was staring at him. After he parted
from his girlfriend, he came back home and closed the door behind
him. That was going to be one long week.