Incredible Shrinking Haley

2nd Chance

Dana. Before I found, however, I had the same struggle of trying to find something to reach the peephole.
"One second!!" I yelled out. Lucas came out, naked still, with his massive boner. I swear he took a viagra at this point. I just looked at him with an expression of disbelief that conveyed a "what are you doing??" He just walked over and looked at the peephole.
"Another shrinkee? Nice!" He whispered as he backed up and slowly opened the door. It was only open enough to see me, and since I lost half my size, it didn't need to open much at all for that.
"Dana?! I thought you never wanted to see me again after we met at the coffee shop..." it was a very weird feeling to stare her directly in the eye and not need to look down.
"Oh my God!! You... you're... " She was very shocked, and seemed like she felt a little guilty?
"Your size? Yeah. It happened just last night. I woke up and I was 3 feet tall..." behind the door was Lucas and his rod. Dana couldn't see, but the entire time I was talking to her, Lucas was hidden and poking me in the back of my head and my back with his penis. I tried to slap it away but he wouldn't stop. At one point I had to just grab it and keep stroking him for him to leave me alone while I talk. It was a very weird experience to secretly jerk off a giant while trying to talk to a fellow shrunken girl.
"Wow... I'm so, so sorry..." she started, "l really didn't want to stop by, but I felt so awful about saying you deserve to shrink. I stopped by yesterday, but your roommates told me you were out of town and would be back today. Sorry I hate to ask, but, can I come in?"
"Um..." I stopped stroking him for a second to think about what to say. Before I can decide, he opened the door.
She stepped in, and when she saw what was going on, she was absolutely disgusted (with a hint of intrigue), and she covered her eyes and looked down.
"Oh I'm so sorry!! I had no clue! I can leave and-" she was making her way to the door, but Lucas slammed it shut before she could leave.
"Oh, this won't take long anymore. You're welcome to join us if you'd like. But, I haven't finished yet, and I certainly don't want blue balls."
"UM... I THINK I'LL JUST WAIT FOR Y'ALL TO FINISH!"
"Suit yourself! There's plenty of me to go around, right Haley?" He said, while slapping my ass. He had to bend down a LOT for that but he was committed.
"Uh, yeah... Dana I'm so sorry! Feel free to help yourself to a drink or anything!!" Lucas picked me up mid-sentence, throw me over his shoulder and marched back into my room. He practically slammed me on the bed and told me to undress.
"Now let's finish what we started. I have to leave soon anyways." I took my shirt off and got off the bed. I walked over and grabbed it with both hands again. I didn't want him to use me as a cum sock again. "Back to square one, I see."
I was working his shaft for about 10 minutes until I said "Jeez. Now I remember why I gave you the name Long Lasting Lucas!" At this point his pushed me head towards his dick and I started sucking it. I resisted at first, but I couldn't fight back, and my arms tired of jerking him anyways. He tried having some fun, like pressing it against my cheek and see how far it would stretch out. All this time we were moaning and panting, trying to tile each other up by calling each other names, etc. I'm sure Dana heard some, if not all of it. About 5 minutes later, he said "fuck yeah you miniature fucking slut. I'm about to bust, so take that out of your mouth cause I don't want to drown you." He was having an absolute field day with my new size.
I took it out, and he damn near slammed me on the bed again. He started jerking him self again right over me, which, "ok a little insulting...." I thought. After all that work, all the names he's called me, I can't be the one to finish him?? He let out the loudest groan as he finally came. All. Over. Me.
"Holy shit that's the most I've ever seen!!" He even managed to get some in my mouth during that sentence.
"Damn. I spray painted you!" He said while laughing and breathing heavy. It's true. I'm not sure if it's because I have less surface area to cover or what, but he got it all over me.  "Ok little one. Let's go get you washed up."
We went to the shower to clean up real quick. The shower head was too tall for me, so luckily Lucas got it and started to wash me and soap me down. I was still a little hot, so I was playing with "his anaconda" before he shrank back to his normal size.
"That was amazing. I can't wait to see you again. Your new high pitched voice makes everything so much cuter and sexier at the same time. Dana, hopefully next time you'll join us. I know you saw it." He closed the door and left.
"Wow... how are you alive?? He's totally right. I saw it. It was hard not to!"
"I'm not sure. A lot of it hurt. After I orgasmed, I couldn't take let him take me back to "pound town" as he calls it."
And that was the last we talked about Lucas.
I climbed up on the couch, and asked "so... can I help you with anything?" I was sitting over the edge and kicking my feet like a little kid. I can't remember the last time my feet hung in the air.
"Um, well before I start.... I just came from cheer practice. Unless you like wearing that shirt as a dress that's still too big for you, I have some extra clothes in here!"
She pulled out a clean cheerleading outfit.
"You've got to be kidding me..." I asked. I was about to decline her offer, and tell her Liz was coming back (hopefully) soon with clothes for me, when my shirt fell off my shoulder, exposing one of my boobs. "Ok! This would be great actually until Liz comes back. But I don't want to put your clothes on without any underwear..."
"Haha lucky for you I have an extra pair of spandex and an extra sports bra!"
I thanked her as I went to the bathroom to change. I was about to put on her University of Alabama cheerleading outfit on, when I noticed the label wasn't from Nike, like all our gear is. Instead, it was from Barbie and Mattel. I put in on regardless, and felt so embarrassed, and it being slightly loose on me didn't help. "I'm a volleyball player" I thought. "Not a cheerleader..."
I walked back out to the living room in her white outfit with the crimson A across the chest. I had to ask about the Barbie tag.
"Hey... is this... doll's clothes?"
"Hahahaha yeah! According to our athletic director who ordered the new uniforms, it's cheaper to order custom made life size Barbie doll outfits than it is to order the same quality outfits for 3 or 4 year old kids."
"Oh my God is that really what size we are now?? 3 year olds?!"
"Yeah... and before I thought being the size of a 10 year old was bad..." after a bit of silence she said "hey, is that outfit big on you?"
"Uh, yeah, actually. How did you know?"
"Well, we're actually 2 inches smaller than a life size Barbie doll. And when you're only 36, it matters a lot more than if you're full size!!" She pulled out her calculator do show me the math. "See, we're 94% the size of a life size Barbie, whereas you'd be... 97% of a 6'2" girl. So not much of a difference on paper, but if you stand next to one it's a lot more of a noticeable difference."
"To be honest... you lost me at 'we're smaller than a doll'. I... that's so..." I was at a loss for words.
"Ha! Well you haven't even heard the worst part."
"Worst?? What can possibly be worse than being smaller than a doll?!"
"Well, the dolls at least aren't alive. The kids, however..." she took a deep breathe before continuing. "The kids are awful. Like 95% are bigger than you. I swear they're stronger too!! It's so embarrassing when they run up to you and ask you to play. It was bad enough when it occasionally happened when I was 4'8" but now it happens like every day."
"Ok. Well that's disheartening... not to be rude but, may I ask what you're here?"
"Oh, yeah! I came by hoping to apologize. Once I calmed down I realized I wasn't entirely fair on lashing out like that. I wanted to know if you had anymore questions about being affected."
"Well... I guess I have a lot of new ones. I don't think it's anything I can't figure out though. I... it's... I don't know. It's all so weird now. I don't think it's settled in yet. Oh! Here's a question... do you feel shrunken? Or do you feel like everything around you has grown?"
"Uhm. I got used to it. It took me a good amount of time to get used to being 20 inches shorter. I mean, before I actually could drive a car. Now? I have to be driven. Everywhere by my sister or other teammates."
"Wow, I didn't know you had a sister?"
"Yup! An identical twin!! She was lucky enough not to be shrunken down though... here's a photo of us before." She pulled out her iPhone 8 Plus which felt like an iPad to me now.
"Oh wow! She's blonde??"
"Yeah! She dyed her hair back a few years ago, just to help differentiate us back in high school, but she ended up loving it. It's funny because ever since then, people call us Barbie and Teresa. She didn't want to do collegiate cheer, though. She was always more into soccer anyways. And this is us now." I was shocked at how much she was smaller in comparison to before, given that she was already pretty tiny.
"Wow... I wouldn't say you look like a life size doll exactly in comparison.... But definitely -"
"Her little sister? Yeah.... I get that a lot now."
"Haha, I was gonna even say daughter! No offense of course."
"None taken! Especially since we are the same size now."
"Yeah... I guess we are, aren't we?"
There was a brief silence when I was just contemplating my new life.
"So... what are you gonna do now with volleyball? I looked you up, since I was curious exactly who wanted to meet with me. You were called to play in the Olympics?? I'm sure this would make it a lot harder. Even for school I'm sure it'll be so much more of a challenge."
"I... haven't even thought about it. I'm in denial, really. I'm kind of scared to go in front of my team..."
"Yeah, reintegrating with society is scary at first. I'm lucky to have had my sister, to be honest. She helped me out so much. I'm sure your friends will do the same with you!"
"You're so sweet. Thank you so much for this. Honestly. It means so much, I don't deserve your kindness after the way I treated you." I was beginning to tear up, and she wiped it for me. "I don't think I can spend time with my friends. Not yet at least. I don't think they'll make fun of me or anything, but I think them give me special treatment, and I really just want to be treated normally."
"Oh, yeah. They'll most likely treat you like a kid and like you're so fragile. I had to tell my sister to stop. But even now she still does it every once in a while. I've always been more timid, so even at 4'8" when people would bump into me, I wouldn't say anything and my sister would get annoyed with me because she would definitely day something if I let or if it was her. Now, since I'm so little, they knock me down often, and even if they stop to help me up, she makes a scene. It just makes me feel even smaller. But I've learned you can't hide away forever. I had to face my coach and my squad and thankfully they were super embracing and understanding. I'm sure your team will be the same!!"
"I hope so... but I have a feeling there environment is little different between my team and yours. Even amongst ourselves we are super competitive and sort of cutthroat. We have to essentially one-up each other to make sure we start over the other people in our position. Some girls can't separate that environment from real life and they hold that animosity towards others. And I think they might be jealous or angry or something that I was invited for the Olympic team."
"Wow. That sounds kind of awful. I couldn't imagine have to cooperate with teammates like that... Especially in cheer where a flyer like he is entirely dependent on my team do I have to trust them. So maybe you should message your coach to talk to her privately. Heck, I'll even go with you! Obviously I won't sit in on the meeting, but, y'know, it might be nice to have a friend there."
"Would you seriously do that for me??"
"Of course! We can go to my place first and you can get some real clothes so you're not wearing a doll's cheer outfit if you'd like! Just... be aware that clothes at our side is either super expensive since popular brands want to make as much money off of us as possible since we have to get an entirely new wardrobe, or, in my case..., childish, given we are the size of 3 year olds."
"Oh, they can't be that bad!" I had spoken too early.