6.
“No!” Shawn screamed, finding his full voice in his despair as Jenna swallowed down the last of his antidote.
Allison gave a long belly laugh, as the tiny man to clung to her lap for dear life. “Oh, you tricked me! I really thought you were going to give him the antidote!”
Jenna struck a pose, and winked. “After the way HE’S acted tonight? Not a chance. He hasn’t come close to earning it. He can just stay tiny forever, for all I care. He was always kind of pathetic, honestly? Now, form matches function. Well. Come on, let’s clean up. I want to… OH!”
Jenna let her eyes flutter. She bent, putting her hands to her knees. Her lips parted in a soundless cry of ecstasy.
Very slowly, she straightened, and set her eyes on the camera lens. She grinned. “Hey. So. Change of plans.”
Jenna began to grow.
“No,” Shawn whimpered, curling up into a ball.
“Yes!” Allison cried, tossing him aside. He bounced on the bed, once, twice, then came to rest on his side facing the two women. Allison stood, hands clasped, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Jesus, is this really, really happening? I’m not imagining it?”
“Oh. It’s happening.” Jenna smirked. She took in a deep breath, letting her chest expand, feeling her body swell bigger. Eye level with Allison’s chin. Then, her lips.
“You think you’ll get bigger than me?” the still-taller woman asked, in a weak little voice. Allison bit her lip. “That would be so fucking hot.”
Jenna raised an eyebrow. “You don’t say?” Groaning, she reached out, took Allison by the shoulders. Her body felt like it was on fire. Overflowing with strength, with power, until her skin could no longer contain it, until she HAD to grow, lest she burst. “I thought you said you liked SMALLER women. Changing your tune?”
“I don’t MIND them, but…” Allison glanced away, suddenly shy.
“Ah-ha. I get it. You have a THING for tall girls. Right? Like HE does?” Jenna pointed to the bed, where a little four inch Shawn was struggling up to his hands and knees, crawling meekly toward them.
Allison glanced at him, scowled, quickly turned away. “Let’s not talk about… THAT anymore. I’d rather keep my attention on more, um, pleasant matters.”
“We can do, ‘pleasant.’” Jenna touched Allison’s cheek, feeling herself growing faster with the skin-to-skin contact. Already she was only a few inches shorter than her Amazonian friend. She let herself revel in the sensation, the anticipation. She could almost feel size flowing into her, her body feeding on her own excitement. Her fingertips trailed down Allison’s chest, over her stomach, growing faster as she let her palm rest on the cusp of still-larger woman’s thigh.
Allison moaned, her jaw going slack.
“Have you ever been with a woman who’s taller than you, sweetie?”
“No….”
Jenna’s mouth made a silent ‘o’. She slid her hand closer, inward along Allison’s thigh, fingers dancing over smooth skin. She pressed. “But it’s been a fantasy of yours. Huh?”
Allison looked embarrassed, but nodded at once.
“It must be hard, sweetie. Being as big as YOU are, wanting someone even bigger. Well. I think, if you wait just a moment….” Her thumb paused a quarter inch from Allison’s labia, fingertips curling tenderly in the woman’s pubic hair. She made direct, unbreakable eye contact, forcing Allison to watch. Watch, as her gaze lifted higher. And higher. Until they were eye to eye. Until Jenna was looking DOWN.
Allison squeaked. Her lower lip trembled.
“Turn around. Face the bed,” Jenna ordered. She spent a moment, tasting the next words before she spoke them. Then, carefully emphasized each one. “Little. Girl.”
Jenna felt Allison’s body grow warmer. Blushing, the smaller woman obeyed. The sudden rush of power, the easy dominance she felt over Allison, was very nearly too much in that moment. Jenna grit her teeth, stifling a moan as she grew in a series of staccato pulses, four inches taller in a matter of seconds. She felt Shawn’s gaze on her, knew that he had seen all of this from his perch at the edge of the bed, but he was less than nothing to her, now. There were far more interesting matters at hand.
The growing woman positioned herself Allison, let her swelling breasts rest against the smaller woman’s back, felt her nipples slide higher, and higher as she grew. Allison leaned back against her, reaching around behind, strong little hands stroking over her expanding form. Jenna leaned down, blessed her with a warm kiss on the rim of her ear. She was somewhat aware that a tiny little toy of a man was now standing on the bed. He was doing… something. Reaching out to the two of them, begging for help, or attention, or some other pointless thing. Neither woman remarked upon him. Neither woman cared.
“Spread your legs.”
Allison did. Jenna rewarded her obedience. One long, generous finger, spanned easily across the center of her. She added pressure, testing. Ran in a smooth, experimental circle. “You,” she growled. “Are REALLY fucking wet. Shorty.”
Allison whimpered. And gushed.
Jenna laughed. She began to rain gentle little kisses on the smaller woman’s neck as she fingered her from behind, each touch feeding and accelerated her growth. In only a few seconds she’d made an utter mess of her little friend. Jenna took her time, making Allison’s lips, and thighs, and downy pubic hair sparkle with her own juices. The scent of her was heady, intoxicating, even to someone more than a head taller. Jenna could only IMAGINE what it would be like to be tiny and nose-level with this spectacle.
“You know. I don’t think any of this is about height for you. Not really.”
“I-it’s not?” Allison squeaked.
Jenna licked her ear. “No. For you? This is about POWER. It’s a game you play, I think. A game, you deeply want to lose. The game is OPTIONAL, around other women. And it’s easy enough for you to win. Tisk, tisk. My big, scary, dominate Allison.” She laughed, pressing the tiny woman firmly to her chest, squeezing one breast fiercely beneath her slick palm.
Allison could hardly speak. “But… earlier… in the kitchen. Liked… that.”
“I know, Shorty. But. You have this… desire. Or, no. Need. To have someone bigger. To push you around. Dominate you. Make you scream. Am I onto something here?”
Jenna did something devilish with her finger, and Allison responded at once. “Yes!”
She chuckled, further rewarding her honesty. Allison arched her back, going limp in her arms, eyes rolling back in her head. But then, slowly, Jenna eased off. “This game, though. Around men? It’s mandatory. Who is bigger, who has power. Given your need to LOSE said game, if you meet one who’s especially, pathetically small…?”
“SUCH a turn-off,” Allison breathed, moving her hips in a sensual figure eight pattern, in the rough direction of the bed. There was an odd squeaking sound, as if something tiny and forgotten there was screaming.
Jenna grinned. God, she was getting REALLY big now. Allison was almost becoming pathetic, herself. She did some mental math, decided she must be around eight feet tall—and still growing. Bending this far to touch her tiny little friend was getting inconvenient. Time to change things up. She gave Allison a playful little slap on the ass. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Now.”
The tiny Amazon nodded, obeyed without a second thought. The two were vaguely aware that a miniscule figure was running toward the head of the bed, trying to get away from Allison as she approached. The mattress bent beneath her, she crawled past the tiny toy. It dodged, narrowly avoided being crushed by her knee, then disappeared beneath her stomach. Allison settled down with her head on the pillow, her tear-shaped breasts plushing against the comforter. Jenna smirked, watching, as Allison lifted her backside. Her sinuous muscles flexed prettily, as she brought her ankles together, exposing her soaking little slit for the giantess’s affection.
From behind Allison’s calves—inside its prison—the toy looked out at Jenna. Trapped. Terrified. Surrounded by Allison’s titanic body on all sides. She saw its predicament, how the sight, the scent, the PRESENCE of Allison, was driving it wild. Shrinking it smaller, and smaller, with no way to escape.
Jenna leaned down, and down, until her lips found Allison’s dripping sex. The tiny Amazon began to mewl. The powerfully defined muscles of her back, butt, and thighs began to flex rhythmically. Sweat began to run down her body. She squeaked. She swore. And, in less than thirty seconds, she came. Allison gasped under the weight of ecstasy, almost collapsing fully to the bed, almost crushing whatever silly thing might have laid beneath. Jenna gave her only a moment to recover. When she redoubled her efforts, Allison threw back her head and howled.
It went on, and on. Sinking into the comfortable rhythm—pleasure; pause; increase intensity; repeat—Jenna’s mind began to drift. A funny thought occurred to her, about the toy. Even now, unseen, it must be shrinking smaller. Here on its own bed. Beneath a woman he’d probably fantasized about hundreds of times. Yes, THAT was the idea, that drew her mind.
When it, was still a he… how many times must Shawn have laid here, in the dark? Listening to Allison: his neighbor, the object of his desires, as she moaned and panted on the other side of the paper-thin walls, as she lay with someone else.
How badly must he have wished to have her this close. He might even have wished that he could be exactly where he was now, with her gorgeous, statuesque body suspended above him. Listening to her cry, and moan, on this very bed.
Jenna had seen the eagerness, the need on Shawn’s face, when he spoke of Allison. He ached for her. He might STILL want her, even in this hopeless state. Nothing would change that. Even as her very presence shrank him smaller, draining him of every bit of significance, reducing him to nothing. With no antidote now, he would only get smaller. How long before he became too tiny to even be seen? As two planet sized women fucked on his bed. Their sights, and sounds, and smells, shrinking him down to the sub-atomic, with him helpless to interact in any way. And still, it would be his desire for Allison, that drove him smaller.
And suddenly, Jenna knew how to end this.
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