Judicious Use


Jude finished setting the cash register up for the next day's business and zipped the receipts bag shut. Back in the scullery she heard the sounds of Dennis finishing his closing chores there.

She glanced around the coffee shop for a moment, looking to see if there was anything else to do. Her hand stole to her blouse pocket, stroking the vial inside.

The dose of formula was a gift from a friend. She had helped Amy kidnap a girl with one dose, the remaining one was part payment and part insurance. As long as she had it, Amy couldn't make Jude disappear the way Cheryl had.

She'd also demanded regular chances to play with little Cheryl, but those had fallen off over time. The first night was glorious, watching the girl shrink down and trying to find a limit for her sexual appetites.

Unfortunately, while the shrinking didn't wear off the aphrodisiac component did. Cheryl just got more and more surly. Amy found it amusing, and bragged about getting to put her miniature B&D gear to good use.

Jude hadn't been quite as interested in anything involving straps or whips. Her hand unconsciously touched her nipple as she remembered being bitten.

Well, maybe a properly sized playmate would improve her mood. Jude knew that she and Amy would enjoy watching their two pets mate.

"Well, I guess that's it!" Dennis said cheerfully as he came out from the back room. Jude's hands shot to her side as she tried to look innocent. He didn't notice. The recent graduate was too excited about his impending future. "Cups done, pots done, plates done, my job is now done."

"Thanks a lot, Dennis," she said, coming out from behind the counter. "Thanks for everything. You've really been an asset to the Amazon Bean. And to me."

"Yeah," he smirked. "I've heard the customers. One token male in the joint, and you've got him doing dishes." He tossed his apron to a hook behind the counter. "You're going to have a hard time filling my shoes, Jude."

"Yes…." she murmured absently, glancing down towards his boots. "Just about the right size to fill…" She shook her head and pointed towards the far back booth. "One last drink? You've got a long drive ahead."

"That'd be great!" he said. He turned to walk back.

"Oh, would you get the lights, please?" she asked. He changed heading and went towards the switch panel in back. She scurried to the pot and mugs she'd put in place and dumped the vial into one mug. She poured coffee in both mugs as most of the lights went out.

She was just separating the saucers as he came back in the room. At the same time, a banging sounded on the front door. Jude scowled. She gestured at the back bench, inviting Dennis to sit down and drink.

The drunk at the door was looking for a bar. He was sure this was the address and wanted to come in and run a tab. Jude realized he wasn't even in the right town for the Fox And Pox.

"It's two blocks down the street!" she yelled through the door. "Right behind the sea-food place. Pull right up to the door!"

He staggered away and she returned to the booth. Dennis was taking a sip as she slid into place. "Good stuff," he said.

"Only the best for my customers," Jude replied, taking a sip of her own. "I don't waste this stuff on my employees." They smiled at each other.

"Did you just send that drunk…?" he started to ask. She nodded.

"Police station. Figure you'll be on the road tonight, it's the least I could do."

"Thanks."

"Sure. So, you're all packed?" They talked for a bit about his full departure from the dorm, his scramble to pack, sell or hide his varied goods before his final shift here, and his coming drive to the shore.

"Tell me again what you're going to be doing there?" she asked him.

"Maintaining a lighthouse while I work on my thesis," he said. He went on to describe his research and how the remote location, with no neighbors but full internet access, was perfect for his needs. She only half listened.

Jude wasn't technically a lesbian. She made sure all her customers believed she was, and she enjoyed women as well as the next woman did. But she also enjoyed men. And Dennis was [i]almost[/i] the perfect man.

His chiseled features were quite animated as he talked about his physics-something research. She wanted to run her fingers through his curly blonde hair since the day he'd asked for a job. And his figure was something right out of Jude's daydreams, the firm shoulders flowing straight down to his tight little ass. Almost perfect.

A year ago, he would have been her perfect fantasy. That was before she'd had the chance to play with Cheryl's tiny form. Before she'd come to appreciate the thrill of holding a living doll in her hands.

Well, after tonight, Dennis would be absolutely, tantalizingly perfect. Although she'd better practice referring to him as an action figure, rather than a doll.

The anticipation alone had her so excited, it was all she could do not to squirm on the bench. She looked at him for signs of the formula. Amy'd told her there had been more than one girl shrunk, but all she'd witnessed was Cheryl.

The excitement in Dennis' eyes matched her memory of that first night. He was affected. It wouldn't be long, now, before it was obvious. She wriggled a bit, hoping she didn't stain the bench beneath her. Then again, she was pretty sure some of her customers had managed to have sex right where she sat. Maybe it wouldn't be a stain as much as a signature. She was adding her mark to the long line of partners that had been aroused in the Amazon Bean.

Dennis paused and glanced at his former employer. "Jude? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," she giggled. "I'm just hot."

"It is a little warm in here," he agreed. "The AC turned itself off at closing time."

"Just like it's supposed to," she said with a dismissive wave. "But that's not what I meant. I mean, I can't wait to see you naked."

"Jude?"

"Naked. A condition that lends itself to a number of things. Like sex. Or devouring you." She opened and closed her legs, feeling the pressure rising in her pussy. "Or maybe both?"

"Jude, I never knew you…"

"No one does," she said. "It'd be bad for business."

"Ah," he said with a nod. "And since I'm leaving town tonight, I can't tell anyone after you jump me."

"Silly," she giggled. She folded a leg under her and lifted herself on one knee to reach across the table. She stroked his hand as she said, "You're half right. You're not telling anyone, but you're not going anywhere."

That's when her jeans slipped down over her ass and piled up around her knees.

"Jude, are you drunk?" Dennis asked. "You're getting very weird."

Jude stood up on the bench to pull her pants back up. With the waist in place, though, there was still a significant amount of material rucked around her ankles. She looked down at Dennis. She realized she wasn't looking anywhere near far enough down.

"Oh, no," she muttered. How could she have mixed up the mugs?!

"Hey! Are you getting smaller? What the hell is going on?"

"Dammit!" she shouted. "You drank the wrong coffee!" Then she clapped her hands over her mouth.

"I drank the… " His eyes shifted back and forth, glancing from her to the coffee to the empty room. "You are shrinking. But I was supposed to shrink. You were going to shrink me, then I'd disappear? No one expects to see me again, so the missing person report might not go out for days."

Jude wasn't surprised that he came to the oh-so-correct conclusion. He actually was a rocket scientist, after all. A big, strong rocket scientist. She stepped up onto the table and walked towards him, hands stretched out before her. A big strong scientist with curly hair that just begged to be stroked and smoothed and played with.

Her pants fell again and she kicked her way free with hardly a pause. The sleeves hung heavy on her arms so she shook them off. The hair was not quite as soft as it looked. It was firmer and stiffer than any hair she'd ever touched.

"Oh, my," Dennis muttered. Something hung off of her elbows so she let that drop, too. He was gazing up at her breasts. They were firm and excited, waiting for him to reach up and touch them.

"Please?" she asked with a little pout.

"Jude, I don't know what's going on but-"

"But please? Please touch my boobies?" She pushed her lip out a little farther and tugged on his hair. He reached up to grab each of her legs. His hands were nearly as wide as her thighs were long. She lowered her weight to his grip, lifting her legs and slowly kicking them back and forth.

He lowered her body until the boobs were next to his mouth. "Oh, god," he muttered. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. That put her breasts next to his lips. He finally kissed them, gently pecking a chaste buss upon each nipple.

"You have to open your mouth," she said. She pressed harder and the lips suddenly parted. His tongue, his hot wet tongue lapped out at her breasts, touching and rubbing each one.

She reached out with her feet and stroked his chest. He took her breasts into his mouth one at a time and sucked on them hard. She grabbed his temples and squeezed.

"Touch me," she whispered. His grip on her thigh shifted. A fingertip stroked her pussy. She tried to press down against his touch, but had no purchase.

The formula running through her mind was driving her crazy. She needed release, and now. Jude let go of Dennis' head and grabbed at his finger. "In," she whimpered. "Push it in. I need it. I need you."

He drew back from her chest. A think string of saliva stretched briefly from his lip to her nipple. She was small enough that she actually felt the weight shift when it popped.

He changed his grip to cup her ass and twisted her around. She leaned back along his arm, resting her head on his elbow. His free hand stroked her thigh and she spread them obligingly.

A finger came up her inner thigh. She grabbed it and guided it to her sex. He slipped it gently inside her. It filled her like nothing she'd ever experienced. He moved it in and out, wriggling a bit. It was more alive than anything she'd ever had within her.

She moaned and squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand. He paused his stroking. Then he crooked his finger and stroked her. It was firm but flexible, touching her deeply and moving.

Jude felt full, stretched, helpless before his power. She realized that her eyes had closed so she could concentrate on the sensation. She opened them to gaze gratefully over at… Okay, UP at her lover. He smiled back then licked his lips.

She stretched back and moved her legs wide. Then he swelled inside her. "Ooooh," she moaned. "How do you DO that?" He pulled out suddenly. "What? Wait, what are you doing?"

"You shrank!" he said.

"Of course I did, I've been shrinking since I drank your coffee." She placed both hands at her upper thighs, highlighting herself. "Put it back in me again. Pleeeease?"

"No, no, no," he said, shaking his head. "I don't think either of us want me trapped….inside you."

"It'd be worth it," she promised.

"No," he said. "Right now, being in Jude would be injudicious."

"Oh, god," she said. "I haven't heard that one since 8th grade vocabulary. Touch me!"

"No," he said. "You were going to shrink me and kidnap me. I don't think you deserve an orgasm." He caught both of her wrists between two fingers and moved her hands away from her slit before she could touch herself.

"Ahh!" she sighed. "If I was a better bottom, that would be enough." She squealed as he spun her around and lay her on the table. Two fingers stretched her arms and pinned her hands over her head. He put two knuckles between her legs, pinching her knees in place with the other two. She couldn't free herself, touch herself, finish herself. No amount of wriggling that she was able to accomplish helped bring about an orgasm.

"Please? Please?" she whimpered. "Before it wears off?"

"Is the shrinking going to wear off?" he asked.

"No, no, the horny wears off. The shrinking is permanent."

"Uh huh," he said softly. His fingers moved and she was able to free one hand. Instantly she covered her lips and dipped two fingers inside herself. The relief was bliss. "You like that?" he asked.

"Oh, oh, oh yes," she sighed. Then he grabbed her again, pinning her hands out of reach.

"Then tell me exactly what's going on. Answer my questions and I'll let you finish. I'll even help."

"No, no, I don't know anything. Let me go!"

"Tell me what you know, or I'm going to wrap you in a duct tape diaper," he said firmly. "You're not going to be able to feel your pussy for a month."

"No! No, no, please, no." Helpless to resist her own body and his demands, she spilled everything she knew about Amy and Cheryl. She didn't know a lot about the formula, but had heard a few other names now and again.

"Please? That's all I know? Can I come now?" He stared, thinking things over.

Finally he spun her across the table so that her feet pointed at him. "Spread them wide," he ordered, letting go of her knees. She obeyed, trembling slightly

"Now, I'm going to let go of your hands. You can use one to stroke yourself. But only one."

"Yes, sir," she said meekly, hopefully. He let go and she played with herself once more. His fingers curled around her legs, his thumbs stroked her thighs. She arched her back and ground herself against her hand.

A thumb pinned her finger in place. "That's too fast," he said. "Slow down. Match my speed."

"Oh," she whined. But she obediently stuck to his pace as he stroked her thighs. His maddeningly slow pace. The fires built up inside of her. She started rolling her pelvis. She was trying to amplify the length of her strokes without his knowledge. She should have realized that he was staring right at ground zero.

"Jude, you're cheating on me," he said.

"Awwwww."

He pinched her forearm and lifted her hand. The other was trapped beside her thigh by his grip. He lowered her arm until her questing fingers could just reach her clitty. He let her play while he counted backwards from five. At zero he lifted her again, counted again.

After a million years of this, he finally let her completely free. Both hands dove to her pussy and stroked.

He licked his thumbs and applied them to her breasts, running huge wet circles across them. He seemed to hit the nipples only by accident. Damn, she knew some girls that would love his-

She screamed as she came. He smiled and slowly lightened his touch as she panted and relaxed.

"My turn," he said softly. She heard a zipper.

"I dunno," she said and yawned. "This stuff…it knocks you for a loop." She yawned again. Giant hands scooped her up and cuddle her to a firm, flat chest. She snuggled up and went to sleep.

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Four days later Jude was under the table in Dennis' kitchen, listening to him give a statement. The police had a few questions about a missing person.

"No, officer, she was fine when I left her. She gave me my last check, wished me well, we said goodbye." He turned and winked at Jude. She rolled her eyes, about the only expression she could make with this much tape over her mouth.

"Well, yeah. Yeah. No, I didn't think it would make a difference to the investigation. Okay," he said. "Well, the last thing she did was make a pass as me. Yeah, I was surprised. Two years cleaning her kitchen, I never got a glimmer of interest.

"Yes, I did. Well, she's hot." He sent a thumb's up her way. Bastard. "I was curious. Listen, if you don't need to, could you not repeat it? I mean, her business depends on the lesbian trade so she… Yeah. Okay, thanks. Yes, yes, I will."

He hung up the phone and slid the padlock into place. She looked away as he snapped it shut.

Then he came over to kneel beside her and untie her from the table leg. "So, miss Jude, they tell me you disappeared. They found signs of sex in three of the booths, some discarded underwear, and they are very curious about your whereabouts."

With her hands free, she grabbed the medical tape and removed it from her face. He watched without helping, reaching down to tweak her ass as she finished. She didn't bother slapping him away, he would just giggle.

"Now, I think you still owe me an ejaculation," he said as he grabbed her around the waist.

"You're ahead of me!" she protested. "I've paid you back four times what you've given me!" He turned towards the stairs to the bedroom.

"Yeah, but I had to drive four hundred miles with a hard-on before you woke up," he said. "You still owe me for that." He got to the bedroom door and tossed her towards the bed. She landed in the middle of the quilt and disappeared.

She just made it back to daylight when he landed on the bed beside her. His pants were down and his cock rose rampant.

"Eh, fair enough, I suppose," she said and crawled towards him.





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