As Jim followed Sharon, he couldn't help but feel awkward. The wet shirt was uncomfortable enough by itself, but the fact that the urine was starting to become rather pungent, the huge knockers he now possesed swaying, bouncing and jiggling as he walked, and the fact that he was only 3 feet tall with boobs the size of Sharon's head all worked together to make him thoroughly uncomfortable.
As he reflected on this, he failed to notice Sharon had reached a new spring. An old wooden sign with something Chinese carved into it stood near the clear, sparkling waters. As Jim looked upon the sign, a strange sence of uneasyness crept over him. Never the less, there was always the chance that this water would restore him somewhat to his former normality.(HA!)
"Okay Jim", says Sharon, "Lets give this one a shot." "Fine, hand me the canteen", Jim replies.
Sharon fills the canteen, careful not to let any on the water get on her skin. She then hands it to Jim, who gulps it down.
"Thats weird..." Comments Jim. "I could swear...' But he never finishes. Instead he simly looks behind him. He hadn't realized for wet his shirt had become: His sweat and earlier "Accident" had been dreanking the poor old rag more then it could hold. It had begun to cling to his over size beasts and his ass. The later as now clearly evident, as his butt swelled and filled before his stuned eyes. He bucked with strange sensations as his hips sprad apart further and further. Finally, it stoped. The whole ordeal had taken less then a minute, yet to Jim it seemed to take forever. At last he surveyed the situation, and was, to say the least, not happy.
"Jez Sharon, my butt's bigger then yours!" "yeah, BUT its still much cuter", she said with a giggle and a smack. As they watched his ass jiggle and wobble, Jim came to a conclusion.
"From now on, when I drink, you drink! Then we will both be more motivated to find the right spots to drink."
And on that note our hero's exit, stage left.
Thu Mar 30 22:29:48 2000
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