"Slut did you call my mother a slut?"I questioned Sara feeling a little pissed that she was acting like Cathy.
"Well hell look at her!" Sara pointed.
"Yeah well she wasn't that way naturally Little Miss 'look at my thong stuck in my crack.' "
It was obvious that some of Cathy rubbed off on her daughter. I had never expected her to act so damn stuck up.
"Ya know I wonder if you'd feel as disrespectful if you were cut down to size."
"Wha No!" Sara blinked as it sunk in. But the wish had alreay been made in my head.
Sara's B-cup decreased to a puny A. Her Capri's slid down slower as her height diminished and her hips shrank. She was maybe 15 now,freckles popped out on her face. 14-trying to get away she stumbled out of her shoes. 13 she was only 5 foot even. Then at 12 she was just 4'9.
"So how's it feel squirt?"
Stunned Sara looked up with tears as her bosoms melted below an A-cup.
"I on..only wanted to have some fun,"She sniffled.
I made another silent wish and Saras clothing and world grew again. He shirt the only garmet that she managed to keep on. She was still 12..but now only Three feet tall. I also wished for her to feel submissive to the punishement she was about to recieve.
I asked my mom. "what do we do to little brats?"
My teenaged mother smiled,"Spank them silly!"
Mom Yanked the minisule Sara off her feet and exposed her bare bottom from under the folds of the now immense shirt. I now wished for her to fear this more than anything.
"Noo! Sara cried I promise I'll be good I OAAAAA!" My moms hand came smacking down.
Sara wailed and Kicked to no Avail. Meanwhile Cathy Looked at the punishment nervously. I smiled and...