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Jack stepped into his house, set down his briefcase, and shut the door. Time to see what kind of trouble my little houseguest got into today, he thought with a smile. He'd been taking care of Alissa ever since the accident at the lab, after which she became understandably distraught, but of late she'd come to accept her new size and situation and now things were...interesting, to say the least.

He moved back to the back room where she lived, but stopped short as he noticed the scattered candy wrappers on the shelf in the kitchen. Chuckling to himself, he stepped inside, looking around to see where she might be. A faint rustlng gave her position away. "I see you've gotten into the candy again," he chided gently. "Come on out of there."

She emerged with a sheepish look on her face, completely covered in a torn Mars bar wrapper. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," the tiny woman called out to him, her little voice barely audible. "It tastes so good!"

"I don't know how someone so little can eat so much," said Jack, shaking his head. "Of course you're going to need quite a workout if you want to get rid of all those calories."

"I can't imagine what you mean," she replied, shifting a bit and smiling shyly. As she moved, the candy wrapper slipped down, and Jack's eyes went wide as he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath, except the little boots she had on when she got shrunk. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions?" she asked hopefully.

"Give me a minute," he told her, reaching out to grab hold of the loose wrapper, even as she looked down at his gigantic fingers eagerly. "I'm sure I'll think of something."

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This pic was inspired by this image over in the gallery of

Jack stepped into his house, set down his briefcase, and shut the door. Time to see what kind of trouble my little houseguest got into today, he thought with a smile. He'd been taking care of Alissa ever since the accident at the lab, after which she became understandably distraught, but of late she'd come to accept her new size and situation and now things were...interesting, to say the least.

He moved back to the back room where she lived, but stopped short as he noticed the scattered candy wrappers on the shelf in the kitchen. Chuckling to himself, he stepped inside, looking around to see where she might be. A faint rustlng gave her position away. "I see you've gotten into the candy again," he chided gently. "Come on out of there."

She emerged with a sheepish look on her face, completely covered in a torn Mars bar wrapper. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," the tiny woman called out to him, her little voice barely audible. "It tastes so good!"

"I don't know how someone so little can eat so much," said Jack, shaking his head. "Of course you're going to need quite a workout if you want to get rid of all those calories."

"I can't imagine what you mean," she replied, shifting a bit and smiling shyly. As she moved, the candy wrapper slipped down, and Jack's eyes went wide as he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath, except the little boots she had on when she got shrunk. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions?" she asked hopefully.

"Give me a minute," he told her, reaching out to grab hold of the loose wrapper, even as she looked down at his gigantic fingers eagerly. "I'm sure I'll think of something."