“How about we make some observations on the results of your little experiment?” Carrie said. She dropped her clothes on the floor.
“Oh?” He grinned. “Actually, I thought I could mess with a few more variables.”
“What?”
He tapped a button, and immediately she shrunk two inches.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she asked shocked.
“Just having a ‘little’ fun.” He tapped the button again, and she shrank another two inches, leaving her an average 5’6”.
“Come on,” she said exasperated. “I liked being tall for once.”
“Say, ‘Please.’” He took off another two inches.
“Please!”
“Say ‘Pretty please.’” Two more inches.
She sighed, and smirked. “Pretty please you jerk.”
“Tisk. Tisk. Such rudeness.” He dropped her another two inches to an even 5’.
“Pretty please with sugar on top, would you stop making me shorter?”
“Hmm…” He took off two more inches. “I guess.” Then, another two.
She rolled her eyes. He now stood over a foot taller than her very short 4’ 8”.
“You’re just teasing me now, big guy.” She looked down at her shorter body. Her breasts seemed somehow even larger now. “Hey, did you make my boobs bigger?”
“Nope.”
“Then…” She thought a moment. “You made me shorter, but not smaller?”
“That’s right, short stuff. Those are the same sized boobs, and the same hips, but now they’re on a shorter body.”
She may have been amazing before, but now she seemed almost impossible. Her hips and butt stuck out cartoonishly wide on her petite body. And the breasts were something out of an absurd porn movie.
“Wow, these things are really uncomfortable now. I feel like I’m going to tip over.”
He looked down at his tiny busty babe. “I could help you hold those up.”
“Really? So are you into short girls or what?” she asked.