Best Day Ever (Part 2)

         Jack sits against Becca's right breast as she drives, contemplating how ridiculous it is that he can fit inside of a girl's bra. Then he thinks about how awesome it is that he can fit inside of a girl's bra!
         He shifts himself a little bit after his previous position became a bit uncomfortable. He begins to think about how crazy it would be if people found out about what happened to him. Newscasters from all over the world would be lining up to interview him. Not to mention the girls. Fame always brings girls, right? He was sure there were probably thousands of girls out there with fetishes that involved a super young, super tiny man.
         Jack adjusts himself again from an uncomfortable position. Now that he thought of it, the idea of being super small kind of turned him on a little bit. He'd never really thought of it before, him being so obsessed with being taller and all, but now that it had actually happened to him, he had to admit that he kind of liked it.
         Jack fixes himself again before snapping out of his thoughts.
         "Would you stop moving around in there?" Becca yells.
         Jack looks around and feels a bit strange. The space that he was sharing with Becca's boobs was starting to get a little tight. Come to think of it, it felt like the bra was starting to tighten around him. Either Becca's boobs were growing, or...
         "H-hey, Becca...?"
         "Yeah?" She answers kind of absentmindedly.
         "I might need some attention!"
         "Would you calm down? We are literally around the corner from my house."
         "No, seriously." Says Jack, feeling progressively more squished in his surroundings as he feels himself begin to grow. "I think... I think I might be growing back."
         "Hang on," she says. She reaches in to pull Jack out of her bra and blinks in surprise when she finds that Jack is right. He's definitely a bit larger than he was when she put him in there, and he looks as if he still might be growing. "Whoa. You do look bigger..." She holds him cupped in her hand as he slowly continues to grow. As he eases up to six inches in height, he becomes a bit difficult to hold, so she drops him in the passenger seat next to her. "Hang tight," she says. She looks back up to the road and nearly has to swerve onto the side walk so as to not crash into the car in front of her. She curses loudly.
         In the seat next to her, Jack is growing slowly, regaining his former size inch by inch. Jack is jostled around by her attempt to avoid the car in front of her. "Easy!" He says, "Growing boy on board!"
         "Oh shut up, Jackass," Becca says as she regains control of the car.
         Jack grows to about two feet tall before righting himself in the seat. He notices with a start that Becca is watching him grow. "Eyes on the road, dang it!" He yells. As if on cue, a loud horn blares. Becca curses again and swerves to avoid some danger that Jack is not yet tall enough to see. Jack's line of sight peers over the dashboard as he grows to three feet. Becca still glances over to him to spy on his growing progress. "Would you just focus on the road!" Says Jack, now grown to four feet.
         "I can't with you over there just growing like that!"
         "Well, try!" He yells. Becca tries to keep forward focus but can't take her eyes off of Jack. Him shrinking earlier had seriously done a number on her. She couldn't take her eyes off him then and she had an even more difficult time doing it now that he was growing.
         "Becca, watch out!" Jack yells.
         Becca slams on the brakes to stop at the red light, just narrowly missing a blue Prius crossing in the other direction. Jack's hand clenches, white knuckled to the safety handle on the door as he slowly grows to Becca's height and then continues to grow and grow. Finally, he stops. Jack sighs two sighs of relief. One, he was back to his normal size. Two, Becca didn't kill him before he could get back to normal size.
Jack stares at Becca befuddled by how distracted she could be at him returning to normal. Sure, it was strange seeing a shrunken person suddenly grow over five feet, but not crazy enough to crash a car nearly four times.
         Becca sighs as well and looks over at him. "Put your seat belt on, you idiot!" She yells.
         "Seriously?!?" Jack yells back. "That's what you're focusing on right now?"
         "I'm focusing on trying not to get a ticket!"
         Jack stared, open-mouthed in dumbfounded disbelief. "A ticket?!? A TICKET?!? How about jail time for almost killing like, three dozen people back there?"
         "Just shut up and put your seatbelt on, Jackass!"
         "Stop calling me that!" Jack yelled as he slammed his seat belt into place.
         Becca rounded a corner at the light, thankfully avoiding any other potential accidents. Soon they pulled up to the curb of a two-story house. Becca sighed before opening the car door. "Okay, let's go."
         Jack followed her into her house and to the kitchen. "We're going into my room," Becca says as she opens the fridge. "I don't want you out here when mis hermanos come home. You know... In case you shrink again? Could be bad."
         Jack blinks, confused. "What the heck is a 'miss ermano?'" He asks.
         Becca giggles at him. "Gringo," she says with a smile. "My siblings." She closes the fridge and turns around, revealing two water bottles. She approaches Jack and hands him one. "Here," she says. "I don't know if changing size is hard work, but here's some water anyway. Say it with me, Jackass gringo; aaaaaaaa-gua," she says slowly as if she is instructing a toddler.
         "Shut up," Jack says, taking the bottle from her.
         Becca giggles again before walking past the stairs and down the hall. "I'm only joking. Don't be so sensitive. Be the bigger person!" Becca again laughs at her own joke.
         Jack rolls his eyes and follows behind Becca. "I wanna kill this girl," he mutters.
         Becca leads Jack into her room, a relatively spacious area away from the rest of the rooms in the house. The walls are all painted blue and purple decorations adorn some of the walls. "Here we are!" Becca says to him as she kicks her shoes off by her door. "Bathroom's right there. It's only accessible from my room so don't worry about anyone walking in on you. I'll lock the door from in here so that no one comes in." She sighs. "Soooo how does this work exactly? Do we call your parents? Do they have some sort of medication that they give you?"
         Jack blinks, staring at her in confusion until he realizes that she thought this was some sort of medical condition. "Becca, this has never happened to me before. I'm pretty positive that they don't know anything about this."
         Becca gives him a puzzled look. She guesses that makes sense. That would explain why he was so worked up about it earlier. She had originally thought that he was just nervous since he had shrunk right in front of her and that some sort of great secret was exposed. She nods her head. "So, this is uncharted territory?" She says almost as a statement. Jack nods. "Well, are you back to normal now?" She asks.
         Jack briefly gives himself the once-over, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "I...think so..."
         "So, you're completely back to your normal height?" Becca asks.
         Jack nearly flinches at the word, 'completely.' He suddenly looks alarmed, as if a terrible possibility he'd never considered just revealed itself. Could it be possible that he was missing a few inches? What if he didn't grow back all the way?
         Becca, recognizing the panic on his face, sets out to ease his anxieties. She walks over to her desk, pulling out a tape measure. She then grabs a chair and brings it over to the wall by her bathroom. She motions toward the wall, signaling Jack to stand with his back toward it. He does so. She bends down and puts the end of the tape measure on the floor. "Stand on this," she says. He does and she looks up, preparing to pull up the tape measure. She laughs as she starts to stand on the chair. "Well, you're still taller than me, so that's a good sign." Jack doesn't really respond. She pulls the tape measure up to the top of his head. "How tall are you?" She asks.
         "Five, seven," Jack responds. He looks at the puzzlement on Becca's face and becomes alarmed. "Why?" He asks, panicked and fearing the worst. How much height had he lost?
         Becca snorts, reading the tape measure. "You're not five, seven, honey. You're six foot."

To be continued...