It had been a couple years since Arin discovered his abilities and things have been pretty amazing, we’ve gone off to college, live in a massive mansion (which Arin procured) and both have groups of girls absolutely wild for us. While this was all awesome, something had been nagging at me since this had all started.
It was supposed to be a Bros Weekend. Kyle and his five closest guy friends were all going out to Luke’s cabin for the weekend, where they would shoot guns, drink beer, and have fun.
Getting an internship out of college in the business industry was tough. Everyone wanted more and more experience.
Derek had been working at Disney World for two months when he met Lindsey. Lindsey was one of the most attractive girls he had ever seen, and she seemed to really like Disney princesses, always visiting Aurora, and Ariel,and Rapunzel on her many, many visits.
After getting married and having kids my life was becoming dull. I was doing the same routine over and over again for twelve years now and i desperately needed a change. Lately i started to envy my younger brother. His life looked so much better. He found himself a nice girlfriend and they were traveling together while i was stuck at home with my wife and kids. Sure i also had done a lot of fun things with my wife when we were younger but those times are over.
Harry kept eying the sexy gals at the park and one came to him and said, “Why stare at what you can’t have? You can have all of this if you want it!”
“I bet you think this is hilarious,” I said to my “wife”, my hand resting on my enormous belly that held our twins. It was a lot easier to see it now: not only had I grown huge over the past month, but as The Shrinkening stole my breasts my view was a lot less obstructed.
“Not really,” he said. “I loved my-your pregnant tits! Those things were massive! Heck, you had to get custom maternity bras made for them. Custom MATERNITY bras! You know, the ones that are designed to hold huge bloated breasts?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve had to lug them around for the past two-and-a-half months,” I said glaring at him. He was right though: my wife’s former breasts had grown gigantic thanks to the pregnancy. I guess if was from producing milk for two, but I still wouldn’t have guess they’d go from DD-cups all the way up to Ls! (Hence the custom maternity bras, and they weren’t cheap.)
“I kinda liked them too, and I know if I was still in my body I would have been all over your tits being so huge,” I sighed. “But now I barely had B-cups, and they’re getting smaller by the hour. What am I going to feed our babies?”
“Just a handjob,” I told Jacob. “And don’t get any funny ideas.”
“Okay, okay fine. You are just so hot, Rob, and you know Kennedy is my favorite porn star.”
“You think I meant for this to happen?” I nearly screamed.
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but it’s obviously not working,” my girlfriend said angrily, and I could see why she was pissed: her tits were shrinking by the second. This morning she had had F-cups, but now they were barely C-cups.
“I mean look at you! You’re still barely an inch tall!” she mocked as her breasts went from being nothing less than tits, to just plain old boobs. She was wrong though: I wasn’t doing anything to make this happen, and I was rather disappointed in the results. Now not only am I tiny, but now I can’t even play on my girlfriend’s huge jugs!
Speaking of those, she was now probably smaller than a B-cup, if that “B” stood for “barely boobs”. Her hands flew to her chest as the last of her breasts faded, and the only things left on her chest were her nipples, and the tan lines from her bikini.
“Why would you do this?!” she shouted. I didn’t even bother explaining: I knew it would be pointless. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then jerk yourself off again. Even if I don’t get my tits back, you’ll be so teeny I’ll need a microscope to fine you.” She walked over to me, and threatened to squish me, so I did as I was told. I lost a few more millimeters of height, but she gained no more boob.
“Do it again,” she said threateningly, and I obeyed. I got even smaller, but her chest remained just as flat.
“Again.”
Even if it took 200 years, I was finally Free! And all thanks to the dumb guy that used his third wish to set me free. He got trapped inside the lamp prision I used to be in. I hope he doesn’t mind, but I will get to live the rest of my life as him. I am so happy he used his first wishes for wealth and youth.