"I want you to suck my tits," Sharon moaned. "God, this has me so horny!"
But even as she stepped forward, it seemed to Jim as if her gigantic breasts were shrinking. And they were! Even as she pressed herself against him, they diminished two full sizes.
"Oh no!" Sharon cried. "What's happening?"
"I think I know," Jim said, pushing her gently back. "You just told me the truth, didn't you? Twice, in fact. Obviously, the lie-detecting effect works both ways. When you lie, your breasts get bigger. When you tell the truth, they shrink. Which means, in spite of your apparent anger... you were really lying a minute ago when you said you didn't want them to be any bigger!"
"It's true," Sharon nodded, miserable. "I've always been jealous of girls with big breasts, and tried to compensate by making fun of them and pretending I didn't want to be just like them. But I've really always wanted to have big breasts myself."
Sharon's breasts dwindled into insignificance, and Jim grinned in spite of himself. "Wow," he said. "A whole string of truthful statements! You'd better be careful, hon!"
"Oh no! I've lost even the little I started with! What can I do?"
He grinned even wider. "Isn't it obvious? Lie to me!"
Sharon considered. "I hate you!" she said.
Back up to A cup.
"I never want you spending money on me again!"
B cup.
"I have no intention of having sex with you after I'm done with this!"
C cup. This was really getting interesting...
Sharon hefted her breasts, rubbing the nipples with her thumbs. "I hate these! I wish they'd shrink down to nothing!"
D cup. E cup. Now Sharon was smiling too. "Okay, I think that's big enough," she said.
F cup!
Jim laughed out loud. "Liar!" he accused.
She gave him a sultry look. "So what are you going to do about it?" she whispered.
He moved forward and started sucking her left nipple, while manipulating the other with his right hand. Meanwhile, his left hand moved down into her pants to finger her sex.
"No, please stop," moaned Sharon.
G cup...
Still groping Sharon, Jim guided her towards his bed. No more words were said. The sex was fantastic.
In the afterglow, Jim was still grinning. "Wow," he said. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
"Yes," said Sharon.
Back down to F cup.
"I hope that's the size you wanted," said Jim. "'Cause if it isn't, you ought to know you've blown some of your assets!"
"Oh, shit!" said Sharon. Then, remembering, she too smiled. "It is," she said.
G cup again.
"Very nice," said Jim, nodding. "But this could be a problem. It's fun right now, but you can't go through life having your boobs grow or shrink almost every time you open your mouth."
Sharon sobered. "You're right," she said. F cup. "What can we do?"
Jim sighed. "I guess I'd better get down to the lab and see if I can whip up an antidote. Much as I hate the idea."
Sharon frowned. "In my experience," she said, "you don't work very hard when you hate having to do something." E cup. "Just how serious are you going to be about this?"
"Oh, completely serious," Jim deadpanned.
"Really? Let's see!"
Suddenly Jim realized Sharon had the perfume bottle back in her hand, and was aiming at -- "No!"
POOF! His penis was enveloped in vapor.
Jim looked down at himself in fear, while Sharon continued to smile. "Well?" she teased. "Aren't you going to tell me what you want to happen to your dick?"
He looked up, angry. "Well, I certainly don't want it to shrink every time I tell the truth! Oops!"
Too late. It shrank.
"I mean, that is what I want," he amended, hastily. It grew.
Sharon flicked the end of it lightly with her fingernail. "Of course," she said, "You've always been satisfied with the size this is, haven't you? You'd never dream of having it bigger, would you?"
"Of course not," Jim responded, offended. It grew, and he grinned sheepishly. Okay, okay, maybe I would." It shrank. "Oh, for Christ's sake! All right! I don't even want the thing!" The increase in size was quite noticable.
"Ready for another go?" Sharon asked.
Jim threw up his hands in frustration, giving up. "No way!" he exclaimed, and grew again.
It was even better the second time around, and afterwards, Jim and Sharon agreed to lie until they had their respective sizes just right, and then shut up until Jim had concocted something to counteract the effects of the perfume. Hopefully, that would freeze their respective attributes at the desired proportions...
Mon Feb 12 13:01:01 2001