The House Sitters
Doug and Karen had a good life together. Doug was a very successful entrepreneur while Karen recently got out of the hectic, yet lucrative world of modeling. Together, they owned a very expensive house on the point of Katelyn Lake. The three story mansion overlooked one of the most pristine views in Seattle. Together, they thought they had it all.
One summer, not too long ago, the couple decided they wanted to take a vacation in Italy. They would be gone for well over a month, so the two of them figured they would need a house sitter. They didn’t like the idea of strangers living in their expensive home, so they asked the neighbors down the road if their daughter, Tracy, would mind watching over their place. Tracy immediately squealed with excitement at the opportunity. Her parents cautiously agreed, but warned her they would know if she threw any wild parties there. Crossing her heart in front of the two couples, Tracy made a solemn oath.
It was set that she were to begin living there on the twelfth of May and expect their return on June fifteenth. Doug and Karen stocked the kitchen with food and set up an account at the grocers should Tracy need to buy more. It was all set!
That morning, before Doug and Karen left Tracy in charge, the doorbell rang. Doug answered it and found another sexy teen standing in his doorway, playing with her long straight red hair. She introduced herself as Megan and wanted to know if Tracy was home. Doug, annoyed with the prospect of unknowns living in his house while they were away, angrily called for Tracy.
Tracy and Karen rushed to the front entrance to see Doug pointing at Megan and wanting to know why she showed up. Tracy giggled and let Megan in despite Doug’s anger. Doug looked at Karen and back at the two squealing girls as visions of his trip to Italy dissolved right before his eyes.
“Did you bring it?” Tracy asked Megan, holding a backpack over her left shoulder.
“Of course I brought it, silly,” she said, now fishing an item from the bag’s main chamber.
“What the hell is going on?” Doug wanted to know. Karen voiced her concerns too, but the two teenagers weren’t paying them any attention.
“I told you he was dreamy,” Tracy said to her friend. “We’re going to have fun!”
“Yeah, and his wife isn’t bad either for being older. I brought the kite string too, just like you asked.” Megan produced a pistol looking device, just like something out of a cheesy B-rated science fiction movie. Before Doug and Karen could ask another question, Megan turned it on, pointed it at the married couple, and pulled the trigger.
Within seconds a green light doused the rich couple in light and the two of them began to shrink. Megan depressed the trigger by the time they were only eight inches tall, standing in heaps of their own clothing. Tracy jumped for joy and Megan hugged her friend with excitement. Apparently Megan’s father’s invention worked flawlessly.
Doug quickly protested in a high-pitched squeak and Karen shrieked at her new predicament. The two shrunken people looked back up at the teenage girls standing over them. Tracy licked her lips devilishly while Megan began to undress after she locked the front door.
“You’re ours to play with for a month,” Tracy said. “Didn’t you know that I’m 100% Italian too?” Stepping out of her thin tank top and kicking her jeans shorts aside, she was clad in only her lacy yellow boy shorts. Doug and Karen could see her puffy shaven labia pressing against the tight lace, begging to be free. “Welcome to Italy, you two. I hope you enjoy your stay!” Doug saw the beginnings of a wet spot forming on her panties.
“I hope Karen enjoys the sights of Ireland too,” Megan said, now fully nude. “I want to feel her strapped across my body while Doug fucks me!” Tracy quickly snatched the two tinies in her hands and invited Megan up to their master bedroom.
Inside, the two girls found their room to be elegant in white. White bedspread, white pillows, and even white silk curtains adorned the windows. They didn’t seem to notice much as they had other ideas on their minds. Tracy withdrew the kite string from Megan’s backpack and extended two long lengths. She snapped them off while Megan held them firm in her grip.
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