He took one of each,washing them down with a cup of water.The effects hit immediately, a sudden chill that ran through his body.He began to shrink, sh...dding inches of height and pounds of body fat,vanished by the magic of the pills. In moments he was a foot shorter,barely five feet tall, and weighed about 110 pounds. His shirt was likea tent; the sleeves falling far past his hands. His undershorts slidoff his hips and sank down around his ankles.Now more changes hit. His hair darkened to. For me.' And oddly enough, it was for me. It had to be for me. He'd have known if I was faking it. He'd have known if it was only gratitude, or some misplaced charitable instinct, or if I was using him to get even with my husband. It had to be real caring, and he had to care for me too." Tim said, 'All right, Pearl. I want to kiss you too. All over. For me. I know what you're doing. You are the most wonderful girl I have ever known.'" So we went to bed. The rest is what people do together, men. Smack! Smack! His spanking was becoming more urgent and hurried. Not long now, I thought. Soon I would feel him inside me, but until then, the delicious anticipation was building up. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!And them from behind me I heard "Get ready babe!"Yes, I thought, finally. He ran his cock up and down my slit, lubricating himself with my juices and then he pressed himself inside me. I moaned loudly as he slowly drove himself deeper and deeper into me. When I felt his full length. I guess I'll never know.It was two years later that Sheila got remarried. Didn't surprise me that it was the same guy I caught her with. I heard that she had moved to another state and was divorced a couple of years later. She was sleeping her way up the management chain.My life was rather normal for a fat guy. I worked, saved money and went on very few dates. Don't get me wrong here. I had a lot of female friends but they were just that, 'friends' not bed partners. My male friends' wives.