James paused for a moment, just to mess with Cathy's sluggy head, and then finished his wish. "I wish you'd change back."
The Cathy slug shuddered and gurgled as she underwent a wrenching reversal of her prior change. She slimmed, regained her human
torso, and her breasts returned. A neck stretched her slug face forward and her eyestalks began to shrink. At the same time, she gained
nubs that began regrowing her limbs, and her human flesh tone began to restore itself. As she turned more or less human again,
crouched on all fours, she began coughing violently and ejected the last of her slug slime. Horrified, still covered in slime and sitting in a
slick of cold fluid that had moments ago come from her own body, Cathy shivered. She stood slowly, still no bigger than James's thumb,
and brushed off as much slime as she could.
Trembling, she turned to face her giant nephew, soaking and hugging herself. "J-James..." Cathy said meekly, forcing the giant to lean in
close. "P-please, t-that was..." She shuddered visibly at the thought and whimpered. "I-I had no bones. Please, James, don't do that to me
again. Please."
James nodded gently. "Then be nice from now on, auntie. And if you ever feel like saying something mean, just remember being a slug."
"Oh, God..." Cathy put her hand to her mouth in horror. "O-okay. Okay. I-I'll be nice, James. I'll be good." She visibly sighed and put her
hand to her head in shame, still dripping slime. "W-what are you going to do with me like this? I don't suppose you'll make me big again."
"Well, not yet." James shook his head. "Depends if you're a good little girl and do what I say."
Cathy gulped. Did he mean what she thought he meant? She remembered that aroused bulge in his pants as she had shrunk down. "J-
James! Please! I'm your aunt! Y-you can't mean to... to... *play* with me."
"Careful." James raised a cautioning finger. "You're coming dangerously close to munching lettuce for the rest of your life. Which will be a
long, long time, because when you shrank the first time I wished you'd never be able to age, die, or get hurt."
Cathy's eyes widened with fear, first at the idea that she could be a slimy slug for the rest of eternity, and second that her nephew had this
much power over her.
"Now, let's make this plain. You've been a bitch to me and my mom my entire life. You've always looked down on us, figuratively, and with
your height. But now I'm looking down at you. And yes, I'm going to do whatever I want to you."
"But... I'm blood." Cathy threw her hands down, esasperated.
"Oh, you like the thought of it." James laughed, leaning over the table to get a better look at Cathy. "Don't fib. You think I don't remember
those tight jeans that showed off your ass? The lime green top that squeezed your tits in. Funny you only wore them when I was around."
Now Cathy was visibly blushing. "All right! Yes! I knew you were checking me out. And yes, I liked teasing you! But that's it."
James smiled. "Thank you, but I wish you'd tell me the truth."
"I wanted you to hit on me because I started getting turned on by you. Especially when you started getting so handsome." Cathy blurted
out. Then she gasped in horror, and clasped her hands over her mouth. "James! Shit! What did you do?"
James shrugged, he had always suspected as much. "So you wanted me to come onto you. Why?"
"Because." She whimpered. "I was starting to get older. And fatter. And I wanted to feel young and hot again. And, I mean, I saw you
staring."
"So we're both freaks, then." James smirked.
"Uh..." Cathy thought, then looked up brightly at her nephew, crossing her arms over her breasts. "Yeah, in our own ways." She smiled
wider. "So... You gonna rinse this icky slime off me, or what?"
"Ha!" James laughed, slowly reaching forward with an open palm. "Take away the bitch and it didn't take you long to start liking this, did
it?"
"Do I have a choice?" Cathy deadpanned as she slickly climbed into her nephew's giant hand, blushing warmly the entire time.
James raised the tiny Cathy to his face and smiled at her damp body and messed up hair. "Did you know when you were a slug you were
technically a hermaphrodite? You had a penis."
Cath blushed deeper. "Yesss." She said in mock annoyance. "I felt it grow in between the base of my eyes. But I was too freaked out to
think much about it."
"Weird." James shook his head as he approached the kitchen sink and turned the faucet on with his spare hand. "How do you like your
shower?"
"Not too hot." Cathy sighed.