Dwindling Iva - A Night Between - 3D Adult Comic

Nicole wasn't happy.

Iva pleaded her case, sidestepping accountability as best she could. "How was I supposed to know it was active?" The woman's now slightly up-pitched voice only added to the redhead's irritation.

"So, when I said, 'I'll be just a moment, and don't touch of my stuff from work.', you heard, 'pick up the wristband with all the flashing lights and fiddle with it?'" The woman's eyes were fixed on her laptop, the sound of her keyboard not enough to drown out the sound of her date.

Ivana frowned. "Can you drop the attitude? Maybe a heads up that your little sizey project was here and I wouldn't be-..."

Nicole held up a hand, patronizingly silencing the shrunken Iva.

Her fingers darted across the keyboard, she was now attempting to revert some changes in her code that had disabled the restoration function of her size-altering wristband - having temporarily disabled them to make headway in other functionalities.

"Look at how I'm dressed, Iva - do I look like I want to be working right now?"

Her date had managed to shrink herself out of her attire shortly after arriving, Nicole returning into the main area of her home to discover a squealing pile of clothes. What was more, the pair had had this night booked for months - they were meant to be seeing The Aviators, one of the redhead's favourite bands.

Iva swallowed her pride, wanting to protest the raised hand. "I'm sure we'll still be able to see most of the show!"

Nicole side-eyed her formerly 5'10 date - now drowning in one of her own comfier shirts. "I've half a mind to put you to bed early and go alone, little lady."

Iva narrowed her gaze, knowing what Nicole was trying to stir within her. "Nice try." The brunette said, her eyeline betraying her words as she took in the plunging cleavage of her date.

Nicole caught the brunette and rolled her eyes with a faint smirk. "So predictable."

The shrunken Iva went red, idly kicking her legs in the air and trying to look anywhere else.