When you arrived at the bathroom, Julie was little more than a foot tall and still shrinking, hopping up and down in a vain attempt to reach the top of the bathtub to climb in and rinse herself. When she saw your form in the door way, enormous cock sticking proudly out the front of your robe, she stopped. Looking almost straight up at your towering figure, and the way you had to push your cock to the side just to see her diminutive, naked body, she gulped, clearly afraid, but there was something else there too. lust. "Mrs. Smith... Please, help me..." she said, almost too quiet to hear, "and, ah, don't you think you should cover up?"
You looked down with a smirk at your cock, now almost twice as big as Julie's entire body. "Oh, this thing?" you asked coyly, seeming to notice it for the first time. "I guess I could..." you tease. "But that would be soooo uncomfortable. Wouldn't you rather we just... keep this between you and me?" You ignored her shrinking predicament on purpose, teasing the fetish for helplessness your last sentence seemed to have given her.
Julie, now about eight inches tall, finally gave up on her fruitless attempts to scale the side of the tub, turned to the bathroom vanity, and tried, equally uselessly, to climb the drawers up to the sink. You squatted down, and watched with amusement at her desperation. To her credit, she almost made it to the top of the first drawer, before slipping off the handle and down to the floor. You reached down with one hand, and picked her up.
With her tiny body in hand, you could feel her body heat, the softness of her beautiful curves, and the sticky splatter of orange juice down the front of her body, still somehow causing her to shrink, in defiance of any logic or reason. Standing up, letting her sit in your open palm, you knew she was very much aware of the power you now held over her. You could see in her face that she was scared, but also as excited as she'd ever been in her life. "Well, I guess I will have to help you out, seeing as you weren't fast enough to do it yourself," you whispered slowly, dwelling on every word, knowing that with each passing moment she was losing more and more size. "But I think its fair that i get something in return, yes?" You could actually feel her getting smaller in her hand. Julie's conflicted feelings played across her face. On the one hand, you were behaving terribly inappropriately. On the other hand, she loved it. The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being held completely at someone's mercy, which she'd discovered when she started developing her citrus allergy last summer. And then, there was that incredible cock. She wanted nothing more than to worship it, to explore every gigantic inch of it with her tiny body.
Julie squirmed in your hand. she couldn't have been more than six inches now.
"P-please... please Mrs. Smith~" she squeaked out. She wasn't completely sure what it was she was begging for anymore.
"Welllll... alright then, little miss." You raised her up to the sink and turned on the water, taking your time to adjust the temperature. You pumped out a squirt of hand soap from the dispenser, and finally, finally began to wash the juice off her body, savoring the feel of her warm, soft curves under your fingers, taking extra time to gently scrub and massage her little tits. A few times you heard her moan out in pleasure from the attention, but for the most part her voice was drowned out by the sound of running water.
By the time she was finally clean, drying herself off in a folded hand towel from the bathroom closet, she was flustered, flushed, and barely three inches tall. You reached down to pick her up again, and she looked up at you with stunned arousal. Before you could, though, Charlie stormed into the bathroom in a huff. Immediately, you felt your boner start to deflate, and you grabbed your robe to cover yourself.
"Julie! Are you alright?" He forced himself in between you and the bathroom counter, cutting you off from your shrunken prey. "Mom, we warned you about her allergy! Look how small she got! She's supposed to have band practice tomorrow!"
You stammered out an apology. "I- I- its alright Charlie, she just... caught me off guard, and I-"
"No, Mom! This happened because you were trying to flirt with my girlfriend. Like you always do. Now we need to keep her safe until we can get her home. Give her to me."
Sighing, you picked up your phone from beside the sink, and generated another sentence.