As you get up to head to the kitchen, Stacey rises from her chair as well, but as she does her skirt starts slipping from her waist. By the time she has stood up completely it has dropped to the floor. “What the?” She bends down and pulls it back up around her waist, although there’s clearly something amiss, as she has to hold it in place with her hand, the waistband appearing to be far too big for her.
“Is the belt broken?” you ask.
“No, looks fine. It just won’t stay up on its own any more…”
You then notice that her blouse seems to look a bit baggy on her as well.
“You did put your own clothes on today, didn’t you?” you ask. “They look a bit big for you.”
Stacey looks down at her body, and suddenly grasps both hands over her breasts, with the inevitable consequence that her skirt falls to the floor again. “My boobs – they’re shrinking!!!!”
“What do you mean? How can they shrink?”
She releases her hands, pulling up her blouse revealing her 36C bra, but now containing no more than a 32 inch bust. You also notice that her tummy has similarly reduced in size, which would account for the looseness of her skirt.
“It’s not just your boobs – you’re getting slimmer.”
A closer examination certainly confirmed that any excess fat on Stacey’s body had vanished, and she was slimmer than at any time since you had known her. Whilst not totally displeased, Stacey was extremely concerned as to how this had happened, and whether the size reduction had stopped.
It was then that you remembered the jar of sweets, and of course that Stacey had eaten one. No! Surely one little sweet couldn’t have caused this? Well, they were supposed to have come from a witch.
You both sat down again, this time Stacey not bothering to pull her skirt back up. You attempt to explain about the box of bottle that you had bought, and your theory that the sweet may have somehow caused her weight loss.
You pull over the jar, and examine it more closely. There does seem to be some fragment of a label on the outside, but with nothing legible. The sweets themselves all seem to be the same, the only difference being their color.
“Um, don’t suppose you remember what color bean you ate?” you ask Stacey.
“Red one I think,” she responds, “does it make a difference?”
“Dunno. Might do. Depends if they are all the same, all different, randomly distributed, and whether your weight loss has anything to do with them at all!”
“Why, what are you planning to do?” she asks
Guess we should try a bit of experimentation, to test out if these are the cause, and what else they could do.”
“Hang on a minute! We don’t even know if the effects on me have finished yet, or if its permanent or temporary! You can’t just start popping them just to see what they’ll do!”
Ah, maybe she’s right. It probably would be a bit risky without any idea what the outcomes could be. Any it’s not as though the results so far aren’t bad – you’d prefer Stacey with slightly bigger boobs, but she’s now slimmer than you’re ever seen her, so no complaints there!
“OK then, we can wait to see if your changes wear off first, and then decide whether to try any others. Let’s go and make lunch.” You both leave and head to the kitchen to make the rolls and drinks for the beach.
Whilst there you here a noise at the door, and your younger sister Emma appears.
“Hi guys” she says. “Oh Dan, any chance I could borrow your i-pod – my battery’s gone flat.”
“Yeah, sure. Help yourself – I won’t need it this afternoon.” Emma disappears again, heading towards your bedroom.
You finish making up the rolls, grab a couple of cookies, and then are startled by a yelp from the direction of Emma’s bedroom.
“You OK sis?” you call.
There’s another strange cry. “Oh shit – hope she didn’t help herself to any of the beans when she went to my room.” Both Stacey and you rush towards the sound, and pushing open Emma’s bedroom door to find that….