4'10" Megan blinked several times and tried to think through the fogging urgency of her own arousal. Naked on the bed next to her boyfriend, she knew something was really wrong. She was always taller than him. She... she...
"Hey..." She whispered, trying to not to sound as horny as she was. "Uh, I don't think I want to go again."
"Aw, fuck, babe..." Brendon reached down and started jerking his cock frantically. It was hard, it was throbbing, he was hopelessly aroused. "Come on, don't blue ball me."
"No, Brendon, your dad is downstairs, I can't. Let me just get my clothes." She insisted, hopping off the bed and picking up her jeans and panties. They... looked bigger... she realized everything looked bigger. Was it the weed? She had never had this feeling before. And the insistance of her own pussy, her clit was erect and eager. She wasn't such a slut. What the hell was going on?
She slipped on her panties and gulped as they fit poorly, sagging and loose around her waist and groin. She turned back to Brendon just in time to see him blow his load a second time, jerking himself all the way to orgasm, and gasped in shock as she watched her boyfriend visibly shrink in size as he climaxed.
"Oh fuck." She realized. She looked down at her panties in terror. "Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, realization turning to fear as she felt her own need.
Hardly sated, Brendon had become a lust crazed zombie. Still hard, standing shorter than Megan now, his head only came up to her neck. He didn't realize. His male mind was flooded with nothing but the need. He wanted pussy. He wanted his sexuality sated.
She gasped as he put his arms around her naked torso and began licking her nipple.
"S-Stop!" Megan gasped, "Brendon, stop! Something is wrong! Something is really wrong! W-We're..."
She was interrupted by her boyfriend grabbing her head and pulling her down for a kiss. She tried to pull away, she really did, but her hormones flooded her with lust and she buckled. Brendon's smaller hands caressed her big breasts, they trailed down her front, and the teen sipped his hands into her panties and began fingering her pussy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Megan cried, leaning back and trembling against the wall. She tried to resist, but her resistance turned to pleasure as she felt herself building. She bucked her pussy into her lover's hand. Her juices flowed. She felt pressure mounting.
BAM! Megan came again, squeeling as her voice raised in pitch and her body tingled with delight. She shrank hard. She came hard. Her overstimulated body compacted and dwindled drastically. Gasping, she opened her eyes to find herself now as tall as her boyfriend's chest.
"OH MY GOD!" Megan screamed, slamming her hands into Brendon's chest and knocking him backwards as he went to haul her back onto the bed. "No! No!"
Terrified, confused, horny, Megan ran from her boyfriend's bedroom, throwing open the door, and ran into the upstairs bathroom to close and lock it behind her.
Oh my God. She stared at herself in the mirror, back to the door, and nearly wept at her reflection. Though still her usual busty teenage self, she was *little!* Well under four and a half feet, she was approaching the size of a child.
She stared at her matted sex hair and her slowly oozing pussy. Her nipples were huge and hard. Her face was flushed.
She panted and whimpered. What was she going to do? She couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. She needed to get them help! Before... before... my God, how was this possible?!
The sound of Brendon picking the lock on the bathroom door shocked her back to reality and Megan turned in alarm. She had to get them under control!