Sarah

I didn't really know how to describe Sarah. She had a beautiful soul, an even more beautiful face. The only thing I found lacking was her body, not that she didn't have one but that she had so much extra. I could safely say she was about 75 to 100 lbs overweight but oddly enough, she carried it well, wearing clothes complimented her body instead of advertising her weight. She came in my bar one night while I was working, the bar pretty much empty and the one guy that was there finished her beer and left soon after she entered. She just smiles at me as she walks up to the bar wearing her usual clothes of jeans, cowboy boots and a t-shirt. There was something about her tonight that intrigued me though, something about her walk or maybe it was her attitude. I just grin, "How you doing stranger?" She just grins, taking a seat at the bar. "Oh, you know how my life is like. Every guy I talk to wants to be my friend and talk but nobody ever wants to fuck." If I hadn't ever heard it before, I would of been staring at her with wide eyes but I've heard it millions of times and I pulled out her favorite beer from the cooler. "That surprises me cause you talk to me all of the time and you've never asked such a question..." I say with a grin, pushing the beer over to her. "Well if that's the case, bend me over the bar now and show me what your made of." I just chuckle, "How you been? How's work?" "Work is work. And as for the rest of my life, it's really getting rough. Every time I go home for the holidays, my family is always looking for a boyfriend." I give a sympathetic smile, walking around the bar to sit next to her. "Maybe next year you can drag me along just to get them off your back." "That might work but I really just need someone to keep me entertained. Not like a boyfriend or anything, just someone to make me happy, " she says taking a sip from her beer. "Wish I could help, but you know how nasty my divorce was. The last thing I can do right now is promise you something just to let you down." "Yeah I know, sometimes it would just be amazing to just carry around someone in my pocket. I would know that they're there, I would be able to talk to them from time to time and they would be small enough where if I was feeling sexually frustrated, I could stick them somewhere and they could love on me as I went on my day with everyone around me being totally unaware." I chuckle, the back of my mind swirling cause I have this talent, this ability where I can shrink myself and become almost indestructible . It was one of my biggest secrets, one that I only I knew. I found out about it one day when I just randomly shrank, my mother stepping on me. I thought I was done for as her foot landed on me but as she lifted it off me and continued walking, I just got up and walked away. I did more testing, everything from getting stepped on to being chewed on with a piece of gum. My final test was allowing myself to be eaten with some food by my sister unaware. Her teeth grounded on me over and over till she gave up and thought I was a piece of gristle or something in her hamburger and swallowed me whole. I made the whole trip with just a minor chemical burn that healed overnight. Oh, did I mention I also have a healing ability? Luckily, when I came out her other end, I was able to grow to the point where I wasn't able to be flushed while she sat on the toilet above me, shrinking back down so so she wouldn't see me when she stood back up and then regrew when she left the bathroom. Back to the current story though, I was filled with chills due to her wanting someone who could do exactly what I could do. "Now, that's just silly. Imagine the hell he would go through on your pocket, you know how many times your probably bump your pocket? Probably a lot," I chuckle nervously. " "This is true. I guess I could put him in my bra, this mamas a plenty big and padded." I just smile at the thought. "How much would it be worth to you if someone could do what you describe?" "Hypothetically since it's not humanly possible? I would be in his debt forever." I sigh, standing up. "Let me close the bar and then meet me at your house, I have something to tell you." "Henry James Smith, if your about to tell me you have feelings for me, you can do it right here." I just smile, "Finish your beer and meet me at your house. It's not that but I have a secret to tell you." With that, I turn away and open the register, starting the long process of closing down the bar. I watched her in the mirror, watching as she just stared at the back of my head before doing what she was told and finished her beer. "I'll be by in about an hour." She just grunts, her mind full of questions and thoughts. I quickly clean the bar and restock the fridge before turning off the lights. It feels odd turning towards her house so early in the night instead of heading to my home. As I walk into her house, I can tell she's been pacing back and forth. "Spit it out mister, what's this big secret?" I chuckle as I sit down on her couch, "You remember how you said you wished you could carry around a guy in your pocket? I'm that guy..." I proceed to tell her my whole story, from start to finish without a break. Story complete, I sat back on the couch and look up at her, she was standing in front of me the whole time. "Bullshit.." was the only word she said. In a response I shrunk down to a inch, my clothes piling on top of me. I climb to the top, her glorious body a mountain in front of me now. She just gasps, gingerly reaching out for me and wrapping her fingers around my naked body. With a shaky breath, she brings me up to her face to look me over more closely.