The Ogden Pruett Challenge

Chapter 9
Mini-Mommies

Chapter Description: Some housewives decide to relive their childhood with a skinny-dip in a backyard pool. But they didn't count on peeping toms...

WHACK!

"OW!"

WHACK!

"YEOW!"

WHACK!

"EEP!"

WHACK!

"AAAAAAOOOOOO!"

WHACK!

"OOO!"

It was a sunny summer morning and June Tyler was giving her two sons, Wally and Steven, a sound spanking. This was simplified considerably by the Miniscuel both of them had ingested earlier. They were so small, in fact, she was able to smack both their little rears simultaneously with one hand.

"OW! AW, C'MON, MOM! OW! GIVE A GUY A BREAK, CAN'T YA! OW! THIS IS EMBARRASSING!"

"OW! JEEPERS, MOM! OW! WE DIDN'T MEAN NOTHIN'! OW!"

Usually, Wally was sixteen and Steven was twelve. At the moment, however, they were both ten year olds, physically at least. They squirmed helplessly under their mother's hand, little tails reddening with every swat.

"BUT MOM... OW!"

"I don't want to hear it! I'm ashamed of the two of you! Skinny-dipping in the neighbors' pool! Honestly!"

"BUT MOM! OW! JEFF WAS THERE TOO! OW! HE INVITED US! OW!"

"Jeff does not run that household," June scolded. "Mrs. Flint does, and she's having a talk with her son right now! Probably the same talk we're having now!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Spanking done, June grabbed each boy by the scruff of the neck and carried them both, kicking, squeaking and protesting like a pair of baby kittens down the hall to their shared room. 

"Now," June said, dropping the two of them on the nearest bed. "I don't want to hear a peep out of either of you until your father gets home! And you'd better hope you're back to normal by then!"

The two naked boys stood there rubbing their stinging rumps as their mom shut the door.

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"...Five inches tall, prepubescent, and naked as the day they were born!" June shook her head. "I just don't understand kids these days..."

"I know what you mean," Carol said, sipping her coffee. "Just recently, our maid caught our two youngest trying to sneak off to a nude pool party! They'd already shrunken themselves down and were headed out the door!" She reached into her purse, produced a bottle of pills, and set them down on the table.

"Yes. That blasted Miniscuel," Alice Launders nodded. "It's the latest fad with kids today. They consider it a challenge, a dare, a crazy stunt. It's the big thing on the Internet."

"More coffee?" Donna Flint offered. She set the pot down and went with her cup to join the others in her breakfast nook. "It's just so... so BRAZEN!" She glanced around at the other four. "I mean... Have any of you ever gone skinny-dipping?"

"Not since scout camp," Carol confessed. 

"Once or twice," Alice shrugged. "On vacation with my cousin. They lived out on the farm. Nobody around for miles..."

June sighed. "Crazy kids..."

They all found themselves staring through the glass patio doors at The Flint family's swimming pool. 

They all exchanged looks. Then smiles.

Several minutes later, the patio doors opened just slightly.

And four very small, very anxious, and extremely naked ten year old girls clambered down onto the stone-tiled patio. There was maybe a two inch drop, a considerable gap to them now, so they climbed down cautiously one at a time, looking around carefully to make sure they weren't being watched, before throwing caution and modesty to the wind and making the descent. 

"Oh dear..." June did her best to keep her legs together but ultimately ended up flashing her prepubescent vagina to the world. "I just know this is a bad idea..."

"This is crazy!" Carol repeated for the tenth time in the past six minutes, her lacquered helmet hair weirdly out of place on her little girl head.

"Look," Donna answered. "This is my own swimming pool in my own back yard and I can swim in it if I want to!" It was an open secret she tinted her hair. Fortunately for her, the color stayed. And with her current state of development, there was absolutely nothing to show she wasn't a natural blonde. 

"I can't believe we're doing this!" Alice said, not for the first time. Her substantial bust had disappeared completely, but the bulges she lost up front were more than made up for in back. "I just hope none of my students find out about this!"

The four girls streaked across the patio, pale pink posteriors crinkling from one side to the other and back as they dashed past lawn chairs the size of houses and potted plants that reached into the sky, then finally jumped one at a time into the swimming pool, taking refuge under the dubious and quite inadequate cover of the chlorinated, transparent water.

"Woo!"

"Cool!"

Giggling and squealing, the housewives turned half-pints splashed and sported in the water like the little girls they appeared to be.  

Preoccupied as they were, none of them noticed Donna's tween son Jeff passing by the patio doors. He was normal sized now, fully dressed, and he was headed to the kitchen to get some milk when he heard the splashing in the pool outside.  Going over, he peeked out from behind the curtains and saw the tiny, undraped mites. His eyes widened in surprise and a nasty smile spread across his face. 

Quietly, he pushed the patio door completely shut and latched it.  

Then he got a glass of milk and sat back out of sight in the kitchen to watch the fun.

Meanwhile, the girls laughed and dove, pale fannies flashing in the sun, oblivious.

Then Alice stopped.

"Did you hear something?"

"What?"

"Ssh! I thought I heard something!"

They all turned. And that's when they saw Timmy Thompson, the neighborhood pest, standing by the edge of the pool,  looming over them and thoroughly enjoying the view.

"Hey, girls!" He grinned ear to ear. "Nice tans!"

The girls goggled back up at him, their little white rears gleaming in the water. Timmy giggled at the sight. 

"Looks like you all lost something!"

The girls' reaction was immediate:

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

All four of them sank down to their chins in the water, instinctively covering their completely undeveloped pre-adolescent chests.

"That little brat!"

"Little? He's HUGE!"

"How'd he get in here?"

The fat, giant kid squinted down at the teensy naked girls floating in the pool, their faces red as beets, their other ends considerably paler.

"GET OUT OF HERE, TIMMY THOMPSON!" Carol shouted as fiercely as possible. "I MEAN IT!"

"DARN IT!" Alice joined in. "YOU LITTLE PERVERT! GO AWAY!"

"THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!" Donna added. 

Timmy didn't budge. Instead, he squatted down for a closer look at the fuming, bare bottomed mites.

"TIMMY THOMPSON, YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"

"YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL WE'RE BIG AGAIN!"

Still no response except an amused grin and a gleeful  stare.

"What are we gonna do?" Carol whispered urgently. 

Alice considered. "Let's swim over to the other side and make a run for it!"

June whimpered. "I knew this was a bad idea!"

Holding their breaths, the four girls submerged, then swam as far as they could underwater before popping up one at a time, flushed all over, to continue across the pool.

Timmy was laughing his head off. "Hey girls! Nice cracks!"

The aforementioned cracks all clenched angrily as the skin around them reddened. 

"WE'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, TIMMY THOMPSON!"

Reaching the other side, four pink and naked mice clumsily climbed out of the pool and dashed as fast as they could, breathless and frantic, toward the house. 

"Once we get inside," Donna said between pants, "we can... OH NO!"

The girls stood, dripping, shivering, and fully exposed, looking up at the locked sliding glass door.

"How... How did..."

They banged on the door with their tiny fists and tried to push it open. It wouldn't budge. 

The girls stood, a row of full moons, looking over their shoulders at Timmy Thompson. He started walking around the pool towards them. 

"What'll we do NOW?"

The girls all exchanged anxious looks as Timmy's shadow fell across them. With a chorus of terrified shrieks, they dove into the hedge.

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"...And we had to hide in there for over an hour and that rotten kid was poking at us with a stick! Then we all had to run home like this! I was never so humiliated in all my life!"

June's husband sat quietly, sipping his coffee and nodding  while struggling to keep a straight face. It didn't help the Miniscuel still hadn't worn off yet so June was pleading her case as a five inch tall ten year old buck naked on the dining room table,  standing between the salt and pepper shakers. Wally and Steven had long since returned to normal size and were sitting on either side of the table, looking down at their diminished, de-aged, and denuded mother. 

"Gosh," Steven giggled, loving the complete role reversal from that morning. "Lookit how TINY she is!"

"Yeah!" Wally snickered. "It's so weird having a mom who's younger than you are!"

"Now you cut that out, boys!" June scolded, her little flat chest puffing in indignation. "This isn't a laughing matter!"

Dad took a long, slow sip of coffee. "Well dear," he said finally. "I'll certainly have a talk with the Thompson boy's parents. But really, it seems like most of it is your own fault."

June's jaw dropped. "What?"

"I mean, you punished the boys for shrinking themselves, then you and your friends went and did the exact same thing!"

"Whuh.... Why... I... Um..."

"And since you've turned yourself into a little girl, it's only fair you be punished like a little girl..."

Wally and Steven gasped, shocked smiles spreading across their faces.

June's face turned white, then red. "Ward Tyler!" She peeped indignantly. "If you think you're going to give me a SPANKING..."

"Not me," Ward said amicably. "The boys."

"WHAT?" June and the boys exclaimed, all of them unable to believe their ears, albeit each for entirely different reasons. 

"After all," Ward continued, "you spanked them when they shrank themselves, so it's only right..."

"Yeah," Wally chuckled. "I guess it is at that." He looked down at his miniature, mortified mother. "Come on, Mom. Let's get it over with..."

A moment or so later, June found herself across her teenage son's knee, her upturned rear being soundly and repeatedly smacked. 

"OW! OW! OWWWW!"

Steven watched with glee as her little squirming rump reddened. "My turn next!"

June blinked back tears, beating the knee of her son's jeans with her teensy fists. She silently vowed it would be a LONG time before they got fresh-baked cookies and milk again.

"Ohhhhhh... OW! OW! OWWWWW! OW!"

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