It had been incredibly sexy and completely odd.We never spoke about it and never attempted to recreate the erotic magicof that afternoon.Chapter 1I re...eived a text message at work and sat silently at my desk. It hadonly been a few words, but I was pretty sure I knew what Stephen wastalking about."Baby-doll. I can't wait until you get home tonight."I typed a response and re-read it before hitting the send button."Should I stock up on baby wipes for the weekend?" Exactly" was the only response I. I was still in shock, and though I was horrified, I didn't panic. I forced myself to stay calm, then heard some screaming out in the hall. I ran to the door, and looked out, seeing several people running around screaming and in complete confusion. Oddly enough, this calmed me down a little, realizing that I wasn't the only one in this mess. I went to the woman standing outside, looking horribly confused. I recognized her as Mrs. Adams from the third floor. A 31 year old divorcee. . I could quite easily get used to them like that. It would almost be a shame if the lab found an antidote and we had to make them smaller again.I mentioned that thought to Louise. "As a matter of fact", she said, "I was wondering whether to go back on to the coffee again for a few days! What do you think?"That, I thought, was a thought better not thought about. But I still thought about it.Louise and Jessica had gone to the shops during the afternoon and had not yet returned. There was a. He lowered his fly and took out his cock, hard and aching for the last hour. ?Put out your tongue,? he said. She did. ?Lick it.? She did, sloppily, her tongue quickly coating with the viscous precum that had oozed copiously from the tip during her recent torture. He groaned, looking down at her, her battered face, the look of pain in her eyes, her bound arms helplessly taped behind her, her enormous, swollen, purple breasts hanging down, within reach of a swift kick of.