Jon rubbed his thighs together, trying not to think about how his toes barely scraped the floor as he sat. But that just drew his attention back to the way his tight, shrunken sack and contents, and so on. Needless to say, he was not doing a very good job of focusing on the movie again. He was relieved when he heard Karyn suggest they leave.
"I was really hoping it would be better than this," she said.
Jon wasn't sure if she were talking about the movie or something else, but was all too happy for an excuse to go home and talk about what had happened. Then maybe they would get the stone and figure out a way to fix all of this.
Karyn watched Jon's butt wiggling in his skinny-fit jeans for a few more steps before easily catching up with him and slipping her arm around his waist. She guessed him to be no more than 5'6" now, and almost tripped as she tried to walk on tip-toe beside Jon, just to savor the feeling of being taller than him again. She had gotten fond of it when they were ten years old, but he had finally overtaken her a few years later.
Karyn smiled at the tingle of nostalgia, and gave Jon's waist a squeeze when she saw his questioning look.
"Just glad we came," she explained.
Karyn started to say something else, but was trailed off when she actually felt Jon's waist getting slimmer and smaller under her encircling arm. She looked over and down at him, then followed his stunned look across the lobby to see rather smug-looking, overweight woman blowing him a kiss. At least, she assumed it was directed at Jon, since his body was reacting. She felt something move between his waist and her arm. Something under his jacket tightened around his middle even more, and she could hear the huff of breath being squeezed out of him.
"A corset?" Karyn guessed, stopping and turning him towards her to see for herself, and trying to stifle a giggle.
"I can barely breath!" Jon complained in a voice just a bit above a breathy whisper.
"well, I don't doubt it! That looks like black velvet. Probably steel ribbing, too," she said, a touch of sympathy in her voice as she looked once more at the little black cup-less corset cinching Jon's waist down dramatically. She idly wondered what he would look like if he took it off...then noticed the laces in the back under the edge of his jacket. With those knots and that level of tightness, there was no way he was taking that thing off without some help. That thought made her smile.
Jon took another unsteady step, taking rapid shallow breaths because those were the only kind he could take right now and trying to fight down the wave of panic. If they could just get to the blasted car without anyone else trying him into a cross-dresser or a porn star, he'd be happy!
