Jim and Sharon eagerly discussed the predicament of the shrunken women and came to the decision that they should get the women out of there. "But--" Jim flamboyantly pointed out, "if we're going to do this, you'd better stop playing with your tits. You're really distracting me."
Sharon had been fidgeting with her breasts during their entire conversation, trying to stuff them back into her torn wedding dress. "I can't help it," Sharon replied defensively. "I don't want my tits hanging out for everyone to see. And plus... they itch in a really weird way."
"What do you mean-- Oh My God!" Jim shrieked. As he stared at her, Sharon's tits began to shrink, like two balloons deflating from a slow leak. Sharon was shocked too, and a part of her wasn't pleased about it at all. Another part of her though was quite relieved. "But how?" she asked.
With a snap of his fingers Jim exclaimed, "Of course! Your tits originally expanded because we visited those other Alts. But now that we're back in our home Alt, your body is reverting to its original form."
"Well, at least now I can cover them up with my dress again," Sharon replied. "If I can just find a clothes pin." And then Sharon began rummaging through Williams' desk. Jim took the time to look around the spacious room; Williams sure did have a nice office. And he couldn't help but wonder where it was that Williams had disappeared to. (Neither Jim nor Sharon remembered anything they had done while under the MIG's hynoptic compulsions).
"Jim!" Sharon suddenly exclaimed. Jim turned to her and saw that she was pulling something out of a lower drawer of Williams' desk. With curious amazement he stared at a large, glowing sphere. It looked like a lustrously bright crystal ball. A thing of magic.
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