The dust-sized teen and his flamingo MILF toured the top of the table together. It was a leisurely walk across the open expanse of hardwood as they weaved over the soft hills of the quilted table covering Ty had made earlier and came to the edge of a massive cliff. The edge of the table.
“Do you want me to try changing you again?” Ty whispered.
“Hmmm, not out in the open like this. Even if we are smaller than a grain of sand, I don’t want to risk it. It would feel… weird.”
“Makes sense. Where do you want to go?”
Eileen turned and motioned for Ty to get on again, which he did only gladly.
“Let’s go to the basement. Becca won’t come down there, as long as we’re quiet.”
“Sure!” Ty agreed.
Eileen bolted for the edge of the table, pushed her webbed feet off the end, and once again the two specs were flying in tandem. Eileen fluttered down this time, circling towards the basement door in the kitchen and landing softly before the titanic sized old wooden door.
“We can go underneath,” Ty pointed, “we’re so small!”
“We certainly can, darling.” Eileen agreed, and the two unlikely creatures easily walked under a gap that was a dozen feet tall to them.
The hollow drone of air slipping under the basement door caught them by surprise as the two micro adventurers found themselves on the plateau of a huge top step. Ty mounted up again and Eileen nodded. She ran herself off the edge once more and they glided down on flamingo wings toward the dark finished basement, landing softly in yet another much dustier carpet. This time, it was royal red and even darker than before.
The unnerving downstairs carpet was quite a startling contrast to the bright and airy upstairs hall. At their current size, the two were in a dingy and well worn world they could barely see in, with vast boulders of hard dust and dirt towering over them at various points.
“I hate this,” Eileen grumbled. “Remind me to clean the basement later.”
“Can I make us bigger?” Ty clung to the bright pink flamingo woman as a sort of beacon in the dark.
“No reason why not now. Perhaps keep us dolls for now. More discreet.”
“Absolutely.” Ty agreed, and with a thought the bird and the teen were shooting up in size, passing the top of the carpet and expanding into 1:6 scale.
A little dizzy, Eileen held Ty’s shoulders for a moment before they both turned to examine their surroundings. And old soft sat in the middle of the downstairs living room opposite a chair. Eileen pointed to the dimly lit sofa and Ty nodded.
The two shrunken dolls approached the old tweed and began to scale it, Ty managing to climb up to the huge bouncy cushion first in order to help Eileen up. They sat cross legged before each other staring at each other’s dimly lit outline.
“Well?” Eileen took a deep breath. “Let’s see if I’m to be an animal woman for the rest of my life.”
“I-I had an idea about that,” Ty whispered. “Can I try something?”
“Of course, darling!” Eileen smiled nervously. Anticipation was boiling in her gizzard. “Do what you will to me.”
Ty went through an infinity of options and settled on one that made the most sense. He willed whatever block was keeping Eileen from turning back to human to vanish. The flamingo gasped sharply and seemed to tremble quite suddenly.
“O-Oh!” She squeaked, body growing still. “Whatever you did, I felt that.”
“Human.” Ty urged, “make her human.”
To their utter delight, Eileen the flamingo began to return to the familiar bronzed skin of her normal naked self. Ty watched in astonishment as she panted and began to sweat, morphing back from bird woman to fleshy normal woman.
As her breasts pumped up back to their normal gargantuan size and her hips widened, Ty stared in shock.
Eileen looked over herself appreciatively and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m me again! Oh, what did you do? What was wrong?”
“I guess somehow I just wanted you to be an animal so bad you couldn’t turn back into a human.”
“Well,” Eileen rolled her eyes playfully, “now that you know how to fix me, and we’re all comfy down here… you could try some other forms. As long as you promise to flamingoize me again so I can fly some more.”
“Or a crane!” Ty gasped excitedly. “Or a Heron! Or… or… an eagle!”
“Ohh, all those sound lovely, darling. I’d make a nice tall Great Heron, wouldn’t I? Or perhaps a Harpy Eagle.”
“A what?” Ty’s eyes widened.
“Oh, from the Amazon!” Eileen grinned brightly, animated in her shadowed nudity, her chest jiggling. “You must look them up!”
“Or… you could just be you.” Ty blushed. “You did say you wanted me to get you off next time.”
“Indeed I did…” Eileen whispered, voice taking on a sultry edge. “And… we are the same size now.”