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It was nearly nine at night when Susan burst out of the laboratory. She stormed down the hallway and holed herself up in her office. She sat at her messy desk, teething and pulling at her hair. She hadn't gotten along with Cecelia since their first day in grad school, and she had been wearing away at Sue's nerves for years since. Tonight was the last straw.

It had been about a week since the shrinking epsiode with Alicia. I just couldn't get my mind off it. It was so great. She loved being my mini sex goddess. What would I do next time? She was going to ask how I'd take her clothes off for sure. I tried to get back to my work without putting too much focus on tonight. I mean c'mon- I'm like God when it comes to this shit?!? My office phone rang soon after disrupting me from my "work."

"Hi baby," a warm voice came over the line.

"Why hello, what a surprise," I replied.

disclaimer: well i meant to have this finished and out by april 1st (1997). why? well, it's related to that day. now on another note, i've noticed a trend. i tend to write short stories, of just a few pages. why? i just do. i notice other authors write epics. yet, they are jealous of my lack of long pages. they want to write short stories. i don't get it. short stories are easy. epics are hard. to each their own. well anyway, in the past some have complained that my stories are too short. tough. deal. least if they're bad, you didn't spend as much time reading them. that's what i say. and also, well, there is no and also. train of thought derailed. not a good thing in this profession, if i can call it that. more of a hobby since i'm not paid for this. not that i'm griping, i enjoy writing. it's a learning exercise. humm. where was i? oh yeah, this is supposed to be a disclaimer. well if you've read this much of it already, you'll probably read the story and i won't be able to stop you by saying you have to be over a certain age (i think it's 52) before you can go on. if you didn't read all this, you'll probably skip the story, and are too young to read it anyway (so give it to your parents and have them read it to you). note one day my disclaimer will be longer than one of my stories, and then i will have my revenge.

fool for the day

by munch wolf

her breasts grew real big and popped out of her shirt.

ps. see, it happened. my disclaimer was bigger than the story. the joke's on you.

actually, the story is down here. yes, really.

so on a side note, since i have your attention. know why there are bumps around the nipples? instructions in braille. no seriously, try reading, and keep reading, and reading, and oh that feels so good ....

oh sorry, story time. keep going down, there's one somewhere around here. i swear.

further down.

further.

to the right now, 0h yes. that's it. now rub real hard.

heh, you think there's a story in here don't you.

maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

but you're the one wasting time reading.

ok, all the children should be gone now, scared em off. story time.

As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.