Mary pressed her hands into her inflated belly and felt the pressure begin to spread down to her lower organs and up into her chest. When she released them, it subsided in a pleasurable relief that returned her belly to its round shape. She rubbed it for some time, losing herself in the sensation.
She decided to try something else. Her search through the box led her to a vial labeled "Shrink." Mary was tall for women her age, and though that was very attractive to her, she wondered how it would feel to change her perspective. She took a few sips of the potion. It looked and tasted like plain water, but she knew it was anything but plain. In moments, her vantage point lowered by a couple of inches. She waited for more to happen, but it appeared to have stopped. She brought the vial back to her lips and took several more sips. This time she nearly lost her balance as her height descended. Now, while she slowly lost an inch every few seconds, her belly started to feel even tighter.
She realized that the air inside was still the same amount, even though her body was shrinking around it. The stretching of her skin wasn't strenuous enough to be painful. All it seemed to do was increase the pleasurable pressure inside. She had stopped shrinking, and guessed she must have lost at least a foot in height. She looked through some kitchen drawers for a measuring tape, accidentally ramming the drawers into her air-filled beach ball of a belly, sending waves of pain and pleasure up her body. When she found the tape she carefully held it straight down to the floor. She discovered she was now a petite four feet, eleven inches.
Mary giggled. The counter certainly looked higher than it used to. She had to be careful walking, as the ground was closer to her center of gravity. She didn't want to risk falling on her swollen stomach and finding out just how much it could really hurt to squash it.