Believe It Or Not
Part I
by willie




The ocean breeze was doing its best to cool off the hot boardwalk. It was only the middle of June and the temperature in Ocean City, Maryland had hit a sweltering 102 degrees earlier in the day. That's 39 degrees for you Europeans. It was almost 10:30 in the evening now and the temperature had only dropped about ten degrees. It was still hot, but not unbearable like it had been on the beach earlier.

My friend Tom I were down for the week. We had been staying at his parents summer home. We deserved it. Last week we finished our last final exam. It had been a killer, differential equations. Tom and I were electrical engineering majors. Our sophomore year was now behind us. We were here to celebrate for a week before beginning our summer jobs.

All week we spent on the hot beach, baking under the unseasonably warm sun for one reason. It wasn't for our love of hot sand. Neither one of us liked the beach and, I don't know about Tom, but I hated the freezing cold ocean just as much. We were there to meet chicks. We had been on that horrible greenhead infected beach all week long trying to meet a couple of girls. Up until this afternoon we had no luck whatsoever. We talked to girls, they just never talked back. They laughed at us. That is until precisely 1:45 yesterday afternoon.

Tom and I were running down the beach yesterday afternoon when we stumbled across two sisters. They weren't just sisters, they were identical twins, and we didn't just stumble across them, we actually tripped over them. The two young ladies were lying just over a dune. Tom, in all his wisdom had said, "Race you over that dune." I was dumb enough to follow.

After we wiped the sand off our faces and Tina and Lisa stopped laughing, the four of us got to talking. It went fairly well. I kind of clicked with Lisa. Tom seemed to be getting along extremely well with Tina. They had a frisbee, so we played in the cold ocean for over an hour. Tom and I both wanted desperately to ask the twins out but we were waiting for the other one to make the first move.

Tom stayed all summer every year in Ocean City and worked each year at Ponzetti's Pizza on the boardwalk. It was almost five o:clock and he had to work from six to twelve. "We have to get a move on", I whispered to Tom, "or you'll get fired on your first day back." Tom nodded his head to me and took a deep breath like he was trying to psyche himself up.

"I have to work until twelve", he boldly told the girls. "Will the two of you join us after I get off?" I felt a wave of relief overtake me as they both nodded their heads. I heard Tom let out a sigh of relief.

"We'd love to", Tina said looking at Tom.

Lisa looked into my eyes. "Me too", she said with a smile.

"Do you know the Talbot street Cafe?" Tom asked.

"Sure", answered Tina.

"How about we meet you there at twelve?" This was one time I was glad to be friends with Tom. He wasn't exactly aggressive, but compared to me, he was a regular Don Juan.

"It's a date", both girls giggled. They turned simultaneously and ran toward the ocean. Tom and I stood watching them for a few moments. After diving through a wave and coming up laughing, the twins waved to us and we waved back. Up close I could tell them apart. Lisa was a bit more wholesome and down to earth than her sister. From this distance, I couldn't tell one from the other. I didn't have a clue which one I was hoping to round the bases with later on. I gave Tom a high five and we headed across the long beach to his parents house. We never felt the burning sand or molten blacktop on our feet. We were running a foot above the ground.

By the time we got to the little ranch house Tom had been enjoying since he could remember, it was five thirty-five. Tom quickly showered and made himself presentable. I didn't know what good it would do him. After six hours of twirling pizza dough, Tom would be as sweaty and smelly as he was after we left the sweltering beach. We ate some left over pizza. You guessed it, Ponzetti's. "See you in six hours", Tom said and ran out the door.

I looked at my watch. Six hours and five minutes to kill. I cleaned up the pizza crumbs and showered, trying to make myself presentable also. I turned on the TV. Nothing but news and reruns. The news was too boring for a college kid one week into summer vacation. The reruns were lame. The Brady Bunch and Threes Company. Chrissy was hot but I turned the TV off anyway. I paced around the room for a few minutes before looking at my watch. It said tick tick. Actually it was digital so it made no sound at all. I lowered my wrist from my ear and realized how board I was. Five hours and forty minutes to go. I paced another two minutes before walking through the front door and heading toward the boardwalk. Five and a half hours was a long time to kill on Ocean City's boardwalk, but it was a much longer time to kill sitting in the house by myself.

Ponzetti's was close to the lower end of the boardwalk. I had walked from there to the northern tip of the boardwalk, a walk of almost four miles, and back again. Ocean city's boardwalk was an interesting place. It had everything from derelicts and drug addicts to your average American family; Dad, Mom and their blue eyed blonde haired kids. What I noticed most prevalently was the amount of babes. Ocean City was full of tanned, hard bodied gorgeous women.

When I passed Ponzetti's on the return trip, Tom didn't notice me. He was too busy spinning pizza dough, so I continued my way south. When I reached the lower end of the boardwalk, I stopped to take a rest.

I was looking at the giant faucet suspended in mid air with a non stop stream of water flowing from it. Anybody with half a brain knew there was a plastic pipe in the center of the stream supplying the water. "Come in and be amazed", came a squirrelly voice from behind me.

I turned and saw a man, a midget barely three and a half feet tall with a black bowler hat, standing under a sign. The neon said "Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum." I rolled my eyes.

"For a mere five dollars, you too can see the unexplained marvels of the universe", the midget who looked more like a leprechaun said. He was obviously wearing the hat to hide his pointy ears. "How about you sir", he said directly in my direction. "You look like a man with an hour to kill. The last tour of the day is about to begin"

I looked at my watch. I had an hour and a half to kill still. I opened my wallet and sure enough a five dollar bill popped out saying "take me, take me." I took it and handed it to the man. He snickered as I walked through the fake concrete archway. I looked over my shoulder at him but he quickly disappeared around the side of the building. He was done for the night.

When I saw the other people waiting for the tour to begin, I began to turn around and walk back out. There were eight or nine Orientals, full of enthusiasm, with cameras around their necks, yammering away in some language I knew I'd never begin to learn. Three older couples who undoubtedly had already seen all that the universe could show them were waiting to see what eighty or so years had missed. There were also three other men who had seen better times. Two obviously were drunks, probably looking for a place to spend the night. The third looked like a hippie from the sixties or seventies. He even had peace sign on his tattered denim jacket. He too was probably a drunk, still thinking Nixon was president, but he seemed cool in his own way.

I was tired and decided I didn't need this nonsense. I was about to head back out into the hot humid night to find a bench to sit on when I heard the sexiest voice that ever penetrated my eardrums. I wanted to leave but I had to see the source of the siren-like melody. What I saw made my jaw drop. She had flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and sensuous lips. I was instantly in love, and that was only her face. A white halter top stretched to its limit by full firm breasts, barely concealing the large pink nipples behind it.

Her firm stomach was bare. Only the slightest ripple of fat was evident. She wore cutoff bluejeans. They were cutoff mere centimeters below her crotch exposing long muscular but soft thighs. "Hi, my name is Valerie", she said confidently to the crowd as she scanned us. She glanced right over me at first, but after she saw everyone, her gaze focused momentarily back on me. My legs grew instantly week. "I'll be your guide tonight. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask".

I had to wonder what this goddess was doing here. She was gorgeous and giving tours on some two bit boardwalk amusement. It didn't make sense. She had to be a model doing someone a favor or repaying one. No, she had too much luscious meat on her bones to be a model. Maybe she was the wife of the owner. Maybe she was Mrs. Ripley, rich beyond her years. If she was, she wore no rings or expensive jewelry. Or better yet, the daughter of the rich and powerful Ripleys. Valerie was probably ten years older than I was and way out of my league. Besides, I had a date in an hour and a half with a person I had a chance to make it with. But, what harm could following the tour do me. At the very least, watching Valerie for the next hour could only warm me up for my date with Lisa and what prospects came out of it.

"So if you'll all follow me", Valerie said with a practiced smile. "Right this way."

I followed toward the back of the crowd with my new buddy the hippie. Of course the Orientals were right up front snapping pictures of every fake phenomenon that existed. The old people were tolerating the tour surprisingly well. The other two drunks were looking for a place to crash. From my position at the back of the crowd, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Valerie's ass cheeks bulging out from under her ripped shorts. My mind had me hugging the back of her thighs with my head wedged under her jeans in between her ass cheeks smelling the essence of woman.

"Who would like to volunteer", Valerie asked the crowd. I realized that I had been so preoccupied with our tour guide, that I up to this point had seen nothing of the tour. I looked at my watch. Fifteen minutes had elapsed. Fifteen minutes less before my date. "You in the back. How about it."

I looked up and realized everyone was looking at me. "No", I said quickly.

"Oh come on, be brave", she said. The Orientals began clapping for me.

"Yo dude", came from my new friend. "Whats u got to lose."

I realized he was right. I had no idea what I was volunteering for, but if it got me closer to our tour guide, I was up for it. I stepped forward. The Orientals cheered me on.

As I approached Valerie, she reached out and grabbed my hand. That's when I realized that the splendor of her hands equaled that of the rest of her body. They were eloquent. Her fingers, not too long and not too short, were slim. They were highlighted by perfectly shaped long fingernails painted with shiny clear nail polish. Her nails tickled my palm as she grabbed my hand. "Why thank you for volunteering", she said to me. Her voice sounded even more pleasant when it was directed toward me.

"What exactly am I volunteering for?", I asked quietly trying to sound nonchalant.

"Weren't you listening to me?", she asked loud enough for the crowd to here.

"Of course I was. Well kind of. OK not exactly."

She only shook her head. Her blonde waves of hair danced from side to side showing her hidden ears. I wondered what her earlobes tasted like. "Just step into the booth", she said.

Valerie guided me into a glass enclosure much like a shower stall. I stepped into the enclosure and turned toward Valerie. She still had my hand in her's, gently holding it. "Don't worry. It's perfectly safe", she whispered. With one final squeeze of my hand, Valerie pulled her hand away and closed the glass door. I tried to hold onto her hand but she looked deeply into my eyes and I loosened my grip.

With the clunk of the stall door came a moment of panic. I felt my claustrophobia begin to show its ugly head. I tried to push the door open but of coarse it was locked. "I changed my mind. Please let me out of hear", I yelled. Valerie ignored me.

"When I press this red button, our brave volunteer will be reduced in size to one twentieth of the size you see him now." Valerie was pointing toward a glowing red button on a nearby panel.

"What", I yelled. I had been thinking I'd be doused by an invisible shower or some other stunt along those lines. Being shrunk was not what I had in mind. Then I realized it was just a trick done with mirrors. The glass around me would bend slightly making me look tiny from outside the enclosure.

"I assure all of you", stated Valerie, "there are no tricks involved. We here at the Ripleys Museum have the only shrinking device on the planet." Valerie put her forefinger on the button. I didn't believe any of this shrinking nonsense but I was quite nervous nonetheless. What if it was true. I was at the mercy of the forefinger of a beautiful woman I'd never seen before twenty minutes ago. I was experiencing a strange tingling in my balls. "Well here goes", she said as her finger pressed into the button.

"NO", I screamed, but it was too late. The button began to pulse. A strange deep hum began. It emanated from all around. The hum was accompanied by an eery red glow. I felt dizzy so I closed my eyes. I put my head in my hands but my temples still throbbed. My head felt like it was going to pop. My stomach felt like I was going too quickly down an elevator. I thought I was about to throw up or pass out or both and drown in my own vomit. Then it all stopped.

The pounding in my head was gone. So was the nausea. I felt fine. The weird feeling in my balls remained. I lifted my head from my hands and slowly opened my eyes. I gasped. I gasped so hard I couldn't breathe. The glass in front of me that had been mere inches from my face was now two feet away. I saw, on the other side of it, women's sneakers and ankles. Giant ones. They belonged to Valerie. I followed the legs up past the thighs waist and breasts of a body that looked, even through glass, a million times more perfect than it had moments ago. Then I saw the giant glowing face of our tour guide beaming down on me.

My first thought was that the bent glass worked both ways. I looked tiny to the gawking crowd and they looked giant to me. Then Valerie pulled the glass door open and the truth hit me like a whole vat of jello pudding. Valerie and the crowd behind her remained giant. It seemed I really had shrunk.

I stood fully clothed thanking my lucky stars that my clothes shrunk along with me and wondering what to do next. I had nowhere to run, like it would do me any good. I simply stood there and waited for someone to make a move. Finally Valerie broke the silence.

"Voila", she proclaimed. "Behold a shrunken human being." On cue the Orientals began cheering. The old women clapped. None of the old men or the drunks moved, not even my new buddy. They all had disconcerting looks on their faces. "Who wants to get a closer look?", Valerie asked. The cheering intensified.

I watched Valerie press a yellow button that was now way above me outside the glass box I was in. The other button that was once glowing red was now bright green. Instantly, I felt the floor I was standing on begin to rise. I watched Valerie's dirty white sneakers move downward. Her ankles went by. I looked up past smooth knees and focused on thick succulent thighs. From my current perspective, Valerie's thighs were something Rembrant would have given an ear to paint, firm muscles covered with a soft layer of fatty flesh. I thought of what it would be like to be buried alive between them. At my new size, it could happen. I was sure it wouldn't. I didn't think it would anyway. I hoped it wouldn't, but then again I wished it would. No, I had a date tonight. I wanted this dream (or nightmare) to end.

I looked away from Valerie's thighs and focussed on her crotch. It was directly before me. I could only imagine what was behind that small patch of worn denim. I was sure I saw the ends of blonde pubic hairs protruding out from the stretched material. No way were there any panties covering the scantily covered promised land in front of me.

I watched a perfect female stomach pass by, toned with just a scant trace of a belly. Then Valerie's breasts came into view. Her nipples were the first things that drew my attention. They were the size of my head. I felt sorrow, then joy for the stretched cotton trying to contain them. As I passed above her breasts, I was treated to a view of the most intense cleavage I had ever seen at any size. I knew that if I dove into it, and believe me I had the urge, I'd be spelunking for days. I came to see Ripley's Believe It or Not. Instead I saw Valerie's Believe It or Not.

Finally I was able to look away from the canyon below me. I looked straight ahead and saw lips. I fell backward and landed on my rear end. I had been so busy looking at every other aspect of Valerie that I never noticed how thick and full her lips were.

Valerie's lips were unpainted. They didn't need lipstick to draw them out. They were full and sexy. I can think of no other adjective to describe them. From my three and a half inch vantage point, they were spectacular. I forgot about Valerie's tits, at least temporarily, and imagined being inside that mouth before me. Little did I know this particular fantasy might come true.

I snapped out of my trance when Valerie spoke. "Don't crowd him now folks", she said quietly but sternly. "We don't want to frighten him."

I watched every word that came out of those goddesslike lips. I felt each word pass right through my skin and enter my soul. I saw her tongue dart to and fro behind her sharp white teeth. I felt her warm breath. I smelled the toothpaste she used after her last meal. Although I was already frightened, I knew that if she wanted me, I was hers.

I saw the crowd of people standing behind Valerie. I was able to read the expressions on their faces. The Orientals were still full of enthusiasm. The old women looked at me like I was a steak dinner. The old men and my new friend still had looks of apprehension in their eyes, like they were wondering if they would be next.

Finally after a few minutes of being gawked at, Valerie put an end to it. "Unfortunately folks, we have to grow our little friend back now." She winked at me and once again pressed the yellow button. It began to flash and my floor began its downward movement. Valerie turned her back to me and began talking to the tour group. I wasn't listening to what she was saying. I was too busy enjoying the view of her back, her rear end, and the back of her legs.

When my floor came to rest, I was staring at Valerie's muscular calves. They were each as big as the Goodyear blimp to me. I looked back up as the glass door slammed shut almost knocking me backward. I saw Valerie's beautiful finger press the green button. A part of me was disappointed that I had no contact with Valerie, but most of me was anticipating my regrowth.

I remembered the dizziness of my shrinking, so I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the same. It never happened. I heard the hum I'd heard earlier, and I felt the vibration, but when it all stopped and I opened my eyes, I realized I was still tiny.




Believe It Or not
part II

The emotion I felt after I first shrunk was nothing compared to what was going through my mind now. I was terrified. The crowd was quiet, even the Orientals. The door swung open and thirty assorted eyes were on me. Fifteen mouths hung open below them. Nobody said anything for a whole minute. Finally my burned out friend said, "dude." That seemed to wake up the crowd.

"Don't panic", Valerie said. "The machine simply overloaded. It just needs a few minutes to cool off. This doesn't happen often. You are the eighth tour of the day and the temperature outside did reach a hundred degrees. We'll finish the tour. Then I'll grow back our friend." With that, Valerie's knees bent. She lowed her body down and reached for me. Before I knew what was happening, Valerie's fingers were wrapped around me and I was moving upward rapidly.

Never in my young life had I experienced the feeling of being in the closed hand of a gorgeous woman. I was convinced that never in my long life ahead would I experience anything else like it. I had never believed people gave off an aura. I never gave much thought to the chemistry two people shared. I was now a believer. In fact, my receptors were almost in overload. The amount of energy that Valerie's hand was pumping into me left my hair standing on end.

Valerie held me up to her face briefly, long enough to watch the tip of her tongue poke out the side of her mouth. It made a slow sensuous loop across her upper lip and back over her full lower lip before disappearing inside the moist dark cave in which it lived. My manhood tried to break through the shorts I had on but the shrunken cotton held firm.

Before I knew what was happening, Valerie's hand, the one I was in, was behind her back and she was walking to the next exhibit. In her hand was where I spent the remainder of the shortened tour. If Valerie didn't have me wrapped inside her fingers squeezing me relentlessly to the point of crushing me, She had her thumb on my chest and her first two fingers on my back. The tip of her thumbnail pressed against my mouth. I continually tasted the tip of her thick shiny nail. To this day I love the taste and feel of clear fingernail polish.

For a while, Valerie had my neck between her first two fingers with my head in her closed fist and my body dangling. I found in this position I couldn't breathe much, but at this size I didn't need to. No matter what position I was in, painful or not, I was in ecstasy. While my body was being twisted and squeezed; bent in half, both forward and backward, my manhood was constantly on the brink of erupting. Had I been naked, I would have shot my load numerous times.

When Valerie first continued the tour with me behind her back, she played with me up above the waste. As the tour went on, my position moved lower and lower. After a while, the back of her hand rested on her rear end as she twiddled me around unmercifully with her fingers, giving my face an occasional brush against her soft denim clad ass. Towards the end, Valerie's hand and I were all the way down at the bottom of her right ass check that was protruding beneath her cut-offs. Here, I was treated to numerous brushes with the very top of Valerie's thigh and the bottom curve of her ass. A couple of times, when Valerie had my head between her thumb and forefinger, she scratched the back of her ass with her other three fingers forcing my face deeply into her meaty cheek. They turned out to be extended scratches - another sound I'll never forget. I don't think I even need to try to explain what that was like. St. Peter himself couldn't explain how heavenly it was.

No matter what Valerie's hand did to me back there, one thing was extremely evident. It was the strong womanly scent coming from Valerie's promised land hiding so close by. Every breath I took was a deep one so I could get the whole aroma into my lungs. The smell was so intoxicating that I nearly hyperventilated while trying to overdose on it.

Finally, but not until my body was stiff as a board, Valerie brought me around to her face. She was holding me by my chest with her thumb and forefinger. "The tour group has all left", she whispered in a seductive voice, her powerful tongue once again showing itself in brief but convincing flashes. "The machine is still overloaded and probably will be until morning. I'm going to have to take you home with me."

"Oh God", I mumbled. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I didn't know what to think. I did know I had two conflicting emotions, fear and lust. I wanted Valerie's giant form so badly I could taste it. Actually I already tasted part of it, even if it was only her hands. I was also mortified. What she could do to me had me scared to my wits end. I had no choice but try to relax and enjoy myself. What happened next I wasn't prepared for.

Valerie held me in front her face. Her thumb and forefinger squeezed the sides of my head like a soft vise. I saw the insides of her long nails through my peripheral vision. She said something to me but I couldn't hear her. Sliding her shiny nail of her other hand up my shirt and against my stomach and chest, she pulled my shirt from my body. My legs kicked uncontrollably. She then slid that same fingernail down my shorts, forcing my erect manhood downward with its blunt tip, and flipped off my shorts. She giggled as my erection shot back up. Her finger then flicked off my shoes, one at a time. The tips of her thumbnail and fingernail finally pinched the end of my socks and pulled them off, somehow not taking my toes with them. Now I was completely naked.

Again, she licked her lips. Her tongue looked extremely dangerous, but seductive. She said something else to me but again her thumb and finger kept me from hearing. I tried to read her mammoth lips but they were just too close and too large. I was however able to make out the last word. She finished with the word "taste".

Valerie then grabbed me by the ankles with the hand she just stripped me with and held me up-side-down over her opened mouth. I saw a wet mouth full of shiny giant teeth that could crush me to bits with one chomp. I saw all the way back to Valerie's uvula. It pulsed in anticipation of feeling me. I saw clear spit accumulate all over the deep wide pit under me streaming out of the many salivary glands in Valerie's mouth. I knew I was totally at Valerie's mercy, but I wasn't afraid. I knew she wasn't going to swallow me whole; at least not yet.

All at once, Valerie's tongue seemed to fatten. Her uvula quaked and she swallowed. She stuck her long serpent-like tongue out and then dropped me onto it. She then pulled it back in her mouth and closed her lips. I was face down on her warm wet muscle with my head toward her throat. Her fat lips were closed over my thighs. My back was pressed against the roof of her mouth. I felt her bumpy taste buds on my face. I wondered what I tasted like. I must have tasted good because a groan emanating from somewhere below washed over me.

Valerie slowly pulled me by my ankles out of her mouth until her lips were around my head. I instantly felt a chill from the air on my wet body. She sucked on my head and face momentarily before slowly pushing me back inside. She did this repeatedly for long minutes, moaning with each inward and outward motion.

Valerie was obviously enjoying this, but I was simply in ecstasy. I felt exhilarated. Her warm tongue, her soft giant lips, her hot breath, and those droning deep moans were sending me into oblivion. The feel of her bottom lip on my manhood over and over again, first in one direction then the other, was sending me to no doubt the greatest orgasm of my past present or future life.

Finally I could take no more. My whole groin seemed to explode. Valerie, tasting my warm fluid couldn't take anymore either. She sucked me completely into her mouth and began rolling me and twisting me and bending me in all directions with her uncontrollable tongue. Her moans had turned to screams. I thought that if I was going to be swallowed, now was the time. Valerie had obviously lost control of her mouth. As I shot load after load all over Valerie's mouth, I didn't care if I was swallowed. If that was to be my fate, so be it. Not only had I fallen in love with my giant captress on the outside, I fell in love with her on the inside too. I relaxed my body and let myself go to the giant tongue of Valerie.

Five minutes later when I had calmed down, I realized I had had a change of heart. I was still in Valerie's mouth. My nose and mouth were being pressed constantly into her lower lip as she sucked on my head and face. She continued to move her tongue back and forth over my spent penis. I wanted her to put me back in that shrinking machine and grow me back to normal size. I still had an outside shot of making my date with Lisa.

I was able to get a glance ahead every now and then out from Valerie's ever working lips. Valerie was closing up the exhibits preparing to leave. She was humming away contentedly. Her soft melodies were trying to put me to sleep. Her aggressive tongue was keeping me awake. It was in fact preparing me for another orgasm.

Moments before my second orgasm came, Valerie slid me out of her mouth so only my manhood was between her lips. Somehow I was hanging by only my erect penis from her mouth. She sucked on me this way for a few more minutes, giving me a blow job to end all blow jobs, until I spewed almost as violently as I did minutes before.

My body twitched and spasmed until I felt like I had nothing left to give. My penis was loosing its rigidity and I felt like I was going to fall, which might not have been such a bad thing, when Valerie sucked me back in. She put me in the same position with my face smothered into her lower lip and her tongue started working again.

"Let's see if we can get another one out of you", she mumbled. My body vibrated with the sound of her voice.

"Oh no", I cried. That didn't stop her though. Her tongue was relentless. I prayed she'd tire of me soon, but she didn't. She quickly brought me to my third orgasm. It seemed that in my tiny form, I had an endless supply of orgasms to give. My vitals seemed to be able to go on and on but my brain was beginning to reel from the emotional ups and downs.

It was shortly after my forth and most draining orgasm that things finally turned in my favor. I was almost out of it when Valerie's boss, another woman entered the museum. When she did, Valerie quickly sucked me all the way into her mouth and curled me up under her tongue. It was amazing just how much her powerful tongue could manipulate me. I obviously wasn't hidden well enough. I was able to hear the conversation.

"What's in your mouth, Val? You didn't do it again, did you?"

"Do what?"

"You know. You have another tiny man in your mouth. When are you going to learn?" Valerie didn't answer. "You have five minutes to clean him up and grow him back."

I felt Valerie's head move up and down.

"So what does he look like this time?", the boss whose name I found out later was Veronica asked.

"Really cute", Valerie answered.

"I won't fire you this time if you show me him", Veronica said.

Valerie slid her tongue under me and stuck me and it out into the room. I cleared my eyes and saw a much older version of Valerie. She was equally as pretty, but much more distinguished. I knew instantly how Valerie fit in.

"Cute as a button", Veronica said. "Now clean him up and get him out of here." Valerie closed her lips over her tongue then pulled it inside her mouth. I was left to freefall thirty feet into Valerie's waiting palm. I recognized it immediately. It turned out to be no less gentle than her tongue was.

Valerie washed me with warm soapy water with her beautiful hands for way over the five minute limit. She treated me to two more orgasms before she had me washed, dried and dressed. Finally at twelve ten, she put me into the machine and pressed the green button again. This time, after all the humming and dizziness. I opened my eyes to a normal sized Valerie. Although, I was still in God awful love with her, I ran from the building.

"See you soon", Valerie laughed as I sprinted out the door.

"Yeah right", I panted back. I ran to Ponzetti's but Tom was gone. From there I ran to the Talbot Street Cafe. I stepped inside and immediately heard the voice of Caption Jack, the resident local, giving advise. I waited until my eyes focussed. On the other side of the room were Tom and the twins. I took a deep breath, walked over, and joined them.



This is where my story began. It's Saturday night. Tom is doing his six hours at Ponzetti's for the second straight night. I'm slightly disappointed. My vacation ends tomorrow and my own summer job starts in two days. My date last night sucked. I wonder why? By the time I joined Tom and the girls I was exhausted both physically and mentally. I didn't get laid. I didn't even want to. After cumming inside Valerie's mouth several times and on her palm twice, my date simply didn't thrill me. I wondered if I'd ever find a woman now who would thrill me - besides Valerie.

Today was the hottest day of the week. The weathermen said it would hit 102. I think it did. I'm leaning over the railing on the side of the boardwalk looking out over the churning sea. Finally, a cooler ocean breeze is trying to blow away some of the unseasonable summer heat. The smell of low tide is coming in with the gentle breeze. Seagulls swoop and dive, feasting on the tasty remnants offered them by the receding sea. My mind isn't on the ocean or the seagulls. It's on the building behind me. It's on that stupid faucet that never stops pouring water out of nowhere. It's on that dastardly shrinking machine.

It's twenty after ten. No, I'm not counting down until Tom gets off work. Tonight I don't give a damn about Tom or any potential dates. I'm thinking more in terms of when the last tour of the Ripleys Believe It Or Not Museum starts. When Valerie said, "See you soon", I think she was telling me something. She was telling me she was working tonight. The tour starts in eight minutes. I wonder if Veronica will interfere again and ruin things.

"Come in sir, you're expected", comes a squirrelly voice I recognize. Of course its the voice of the midget. This time I give him a five and a twenty dollar tip. What the hell. Despite the heat, I'm in a pretty good mood. With any luck I won't be feeling any of the outside heat anyway. Tom will probably wonder what happened to me later on while he drinks a cold brew and listens to Caption Jack lecture about honesty and sincerity. He'll figure I finally scored on my last night of vacation. Tomorrow, he'll figure I slept in late with some young babe. I'm sure I'll see him before I start my three hour drive home tomorrow night.

I have one more night and day of vacation to spend in Ocean City, Maryland and I plan on making the best of it, and the best of it lies within the walls of the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum.