tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78679207408604249892024-02-18T18:26:10.561-08:00Sizeplay by pseudocleverA collection of sizeplay stories, artwork, and musings.pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-24210324564197375982023-09-30T12:29:00.002-07:002023-09-30T12:29:20.059-07:00A Lesson for a Toy<p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The following was written in one sittings totaling less than two hours, with minimal edits. This is my second entry for Elle Largesse's #SeptKinkyScribble challenge. 1734 words, writing and editing time, ~2 hours</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>CW: NSFW, shrinking NB, consensual, face slapping,
humiliation, objectification, honorifics, light impact</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Rowan paced about the room, fingertip on their carotid
artery, staring at their watch. Bailey lay
on the bed, sipping his wine.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You don’t have to win at this,” he told them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">His partner paused, counting out their pulse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“One-twenty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I just can’t get my heart rate high enough like this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to go run on the treadmill.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Bailey shook his head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Are you seriously trying to win at shrinking?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I mean.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rowan
shifted nervously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I just want to be
your Good Girl tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is that so wrong?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The two stared at each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Around them, candled guttered, and low music
played.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rowan was dressed in a flimsy black
negligée.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From the way it hung about
their shoulders, it was obvious they were already losing inches – though not
nearly fast enough for Rowan’s taste.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“What if I take another dose?” they suggested.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Bailey sighed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set
aside his glass, and stood to his feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I think you’re missing the point of this exercise.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Daddy….”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You haven’t earned the right to call me that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not yet.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan swallowed, instinctually backing up at his
approach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What can I do to earn it?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked bigger, there was no question, and
more intimidating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It made their mouth
dry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It made them yearn to be smaller.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Bailey stopped in front of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Already his partner had lost enough height to
be eye-level with his mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He smirked,
letting them see the evil turn of his lips, then reached up to caress his
calloused palm across their cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
flexed his fingers, and drew back his wrist, creating space between them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Letting them feel the potential, the
danger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Is this okay?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan nodded eagerly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He aimed carefully, and slapped his love across the
face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet Rowan’s eyes went wide, and their bottom
lip quivered in excitement.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In an instant, they dropped an inch in height.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“So.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You want to be
my Good Girl tonight?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes….”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He slapped them again, a bit harder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rowan moaned, and shrank.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“And you want to earn that title?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, please!”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He carefully backhanded them with his fingertips, and grinned
as they dwindled in a large burst.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re silly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thinking you have any control over whether you get what you want.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You should know better than that.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Another slap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
were gentle slaps, but that was the point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Rowan didn’t rate more than that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They weren’t worthy of it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry,” Rowan whimpered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The world grew around them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You really are.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With casual strength, he shoved them against the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rowan grunted, then went limp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They stared up at him, visually shrinking
with every beat of their heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They had such lovely eyes, Bailey thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Big, and expressive, etched with fear and
need. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could stare into them all
night.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Struggle,” he ordered.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan hesitated, then obeyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Timidly at first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then more vigorously as they came to
understand the strength that held them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon
they were fighting him with everything they had, and it was hardly enough to
move an inch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They squeaked with effort,
their eyebrows furrowing, sweat standing at their temples, and the only result
was a steady loss of height as the man before them seemed to grow and grow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the while he watched them, looking
faintly bored.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright pet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s
enough.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bailey chuckled, and stepped
back to peer down at them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Admiring the self-defeating
result of their efforts.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan continued to press themself against the wall, eyes
wide, panting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their head didn’t even reach
the center of his chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You still want to go run on the treadmill?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan shook their head.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He pointed to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Kneel.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They knelt.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He removed his belt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unbuttoned, unzipped his pants, casually undressed from the waist
down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took his time about it, pausing
now and again to caress Rowan’s forehead, pet their hair, or rain size-reducing
slaps on their cute little face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the
time they caught a glimpse of his cock – beautiful in the candlelight, and as
thick as Rowan’s wrist – he was so much bigger that he easily could have rested
it atop their head as they knelt before him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan hardly dared to move their lips as they spoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Can I call you Daddy yet?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmph.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another
playful little slap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another lost
inch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yeah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can call me Daddy.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Am I your Good Girl, Daddy?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He considered, as Rowan waited in agony.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“No.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Their breath caught in their throat, their inner world
crumbling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If they weren’t Good what
were they, he had to tell them….<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a good toy,” he said, answering the thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A good toy only knows how to make itself
useful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A good toy doesn’t think.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy nodded happily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The world was suddenly very quiet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They waited for his order.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Look up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hold
still.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The silhouette of his dick was there, inches above their
lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smell filled their nostrils – salt
and tang and pheromones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It pushed out
thought even under the best circumstances. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this size, it set their whole body to
vibrating.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Daddy reached down, grasped his beautiful cock, and began to
stroke himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He groaned.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy watched, obediently still, hands folded in their
lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were drooling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They let flow from the corner of their mouth,
as his cock seemed to grow longer, and thicker, rising higher and higher into
the sky.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“A toy doesn’t think,” Daddy husked, as he squeezed his
shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But a toy can desire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does my toy see something they desired?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy nodded.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">From far, far above, Daddy smirked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He bent at the knee, and allowed his cock to
come into contact with their forehead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He moaned, using small motions to stroke his massive cock back and forth
across their lips, in the crook of their neck, the hollow of their throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Toy shook, and whimpered, and shrank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Toy stayed perfectly still, even as his
touch left mouth-watering streaks of wetness along their skin.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The snap of his fingers struck like the crack of a whip,
made them sit up straight, their eyes popping open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Free,” Daddy said.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy was on him at once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Jumping to their feet, attacking him with hands and lips and
tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy’s cock was level with
their chest, but that was perfect, they had so much bare skin to share as their
negligée dropped from their body to pool around their feet.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Even still, Daddy was completely silent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Toy tried everything to get his attention, to
force him to make a sound, acknowledge them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Toy failed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their heart pounded,
the helpless desire for affirmation shrinking them further, and further, until
they could no longer even reach him from their tiptoes, could hardly touch him
at all.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tears stood in Toy’s eyes as they looked up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Please, Daddy….”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Daddy sighed, and relented.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Looking annoyed, he scooped Toy into his arms, and lay on the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set them in his lap, and fluffed a pillow,
making himself comfortable.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re still shrinking, toy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You better get me off before you get too
small.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy threw absolutely everything at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All their body and effort and will, trying to
get the smallest reaction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anything to
let them know they were doing a good job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And still, he ignored them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
the minutes, passed Toy found the task ever more impossible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was getting so big!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Half the length of their body, and if this
kept up much longer they wouldn’t even be able to get their arms around it!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy yelped suddenly, as Daddy reached out and flicked them
hard on the ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Stop trying to win this,” he snarled.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy looked up at him in confusion, eyes wide, as they felt
themself continuing to dwindle.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re trying to get to a destination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ll never get there, if you don’t enjoy
the journey.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was too big a thought for Toy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And toys weren’t supposed to think at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But when they went back to work, it was
without regard for their rapidly diminishing size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy’s cock was enormous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt hot, and smooth against their
chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were so many details to
notice, as it grew before them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pretty
crevices and imperfections, nooks and crannies to explore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>New places for Toy to touch, new ways to
experiment with him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Daddy groaned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
smell of him grew stronger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His pulse
quickened, thrumming against them as they played with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Both Toy’s legs were folded around him, as they sat prettily
upon the cushion of his balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
weren’t nearly as tall as his dick now, but that hardly mattered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because he was openly moaning, the shade of
him darkening to a pretty lavender, and his giant hands were clenched in the
sheets as he struggled to stay still.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Toy found their release before Daddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They felt it coming from a long distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it arrived, they screamed at the top of
their voice, their entire body shuddering at the power, the majesty of
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He hadn't even touched them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the knowledge that even his smallest
finger could overwhelm them… and that even so they were they were still a toy
that could please him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Daddy came, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Toy
wasn’t allowed to think, but they had a feeling that it was their own release
that had inspired his.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He throbbed
against them like a mechanical bull, and coated them from head to toe in his
hot essence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Toy held on, overcome
by joy at a task well done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t clean them right away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His cum was drying, starting to get cool on their
skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would be a demeaning and
uncomfortable job to wash off this much semen, at any size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Toy craved closeness more than
cleanliness, and Daddy apparently felt the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tucked them against his heart, and pat
them with a hand that covered their entire body like a weighted blanket.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Did I do a good job, Daddy?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He was a long time in his reply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time, there was no agony in the
anticipation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However he answered, Toy
would accept it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You did a very good job, Rowan,” he said at last.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Giving them back their name, as they luxuriated
against him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You’re a very Good Girl.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan smiled happily, sleep already overtaking them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For tonight, they had earned their place atop
his heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tomorrow would begin the
quest anew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It never ended, not
really.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But for tonight, they had won.</p><p></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-49639968354031687312023-09-22T09:14:00.000-07:002023-09-22T09:14:08.379-07:00The Wolf Goes Hunting - #SeptKinkyScribble<p> The following was written in two sittings totaling less than two hours, with minimal edits. This is my first entry for Elle Largesse's #SeptKinkyScribble challenge - a great way to get off your butt and start writing. If you're suffering from writer's block, or just want to tell a story quickly and be done with it, I highly recommend giving it a try.</p><p><a href="https://x.com/mightytinygiant/status/1697667803996651967?s=20">https://x.com/mightytinygiant/status/1697667803996651967?s=20</a></p><p>The POV character in this story is unnamed - but rest assured that's a creative choice, she definitely has one. Some of you already know it. In the fullness of time, you may even get to know her better. Though fair warning? She's a lot of fun, but you <i>really</i> don't want to be on her bad side.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WORSmVnT30F_zJWdfUKkOQeawJEBpvSlcpXx_nIKh1o3E6V76nUHby7KXlrDBa6_l9La1H0A5cbj8PH-XVj83of6rUgM3yA8HJROFjGdpS05gC9ouMrF9umL1CdLppTn_eNxm7zv3fQgMq585qYU6i3nJNRyqH89FwcdRLDs_Z_iapMi5GHEQ71X0o4/s501/Lilith-Cleaned-NoText-fullsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WORSmVnT30F_zJWdfUKkOQeawJEBpvSlcpXx_nIKh1o3E6V76nUHby7KXlrDBa6_l9La1H0A5cbj8PH-XVj83of6rUgM3yA8HJROFjGdpS05gC9ouMrF9umL1CdLppTn_eNxm7zv3fQgMq585qYU6i3nJNRyqH89FwcdRLDs_Z_iapMi5GHEQ71X0o4/s320/Lilith-Cleaned-NoText-fullsize.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><b>The Wolf Goes Hunting</b><br /><i>by pseudoclever, 1799 words, writing time, < 2 hours</i></p><p><i>CW: F/f/m, NFSW, female growth, male shrinking, hypnosis, mind/body control, sexual humiliation, objectification, fearplay, , sexual roughness, dubiously consensual sex acts, unrealistic hair colors</i></p>I wonder sometimes, about wolves. What it feels like for them, when they catch the scent of blood on the air. Do they know what it is, they smell? Do they know the nature of their prey, their species, their disposition? Or are they ignorant of all this, and instead simply feel the thoughtless joy of the hunt? <br /><br />Personally, I think it's the latter. That's how it is for me. <br /><br />I had the scent of something that night, when I found that bar. I sat at the counter, ordered a Manhattan, and scoped the room. I hadn't gone out of my way to make myself intimidating, and I was only five-eleven. Still, it should've been obvious to everyone in the room that I was hunting. <br /><br />So I was surprised, when the two of them approached me first. <br /><br />His name was Derek, I think. Hers was Gloria. It was obvious before they spoke what they had in mind, but they had the decorum not to be too direct about it. He complimented my dress; she gushed about my hair. The dye job looked professional she said, it was such a vibrant blue and where did I get it done. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was natural, for certain definitions of the word. Anyway, not something a person like her could reproduce. <br /><br />Derek did most of the talking. He and his girlfriend were out celebrating their anniversary, in the mood to try new things, explore new horizons. Did I know what they were talking about? I smiled, and told him I did. We danced around the subject for twenty minutes or so, as his voice slowly dropped into a seductive growl, and Gloria grinned and blushed. <br /><br />It's always a pleasant surprise, when I find myself hunted. I almost considered making things easy on him. But Derek was six-two, and talked a good game, so I let things ride. <br /><br />He was smooth about it. When he invited me back to their place, I said yes. <br /><br />Gloria kept staring at me, as we sipped drinks in their living room. She had these wide, doe-like eyes, and full fuck-me lips that trembled whenever I made eye contact with her. She smelled like rosemary and sweat. <br /><br />Derek was talking. And talking. That was his downfall, really. If he'd pressed his advantage, pounced, sunk his teeth into me as soon as we were in the door? Things might have turned out very differently for him. But now that we were alone, I think I made him nervous. I can't blame him, I suppose. Predators have instincts about this, and we can't suppress them, even if we wish we could. <br /><br />Predators know when there's something bigger and scarier, hiding in the woods. <br /><br />He was talking about cross-fit, or crypto, or one of those interests people cultivate in lieu of a personality. <br /><br />"I'm bored," I told him. "Get on your knees." <br /><br />Derek fell out of his chair, groveling before he knew what he was doing, his body obeying my whim. Idly, I wondered if the magic had even been necessary, if I could've done it with a word. <br /><br />Now that he was at my mercy, that he knew what I was, I smiled at him. Let him see all of my teeth. <br /><br />"No shade for the attempt, sweetie. There aren't many who can keep me entertained, even that long. But you got my hopes up, and that means there's a price to be paid." <br /><br />I turned to smile at Gloria. She hadn't dared to move, hardly dared to breathe. No magic required here - and for that, I adored her. It's always the best when my prey just lies back, and shows me their soft little throat. <br /><br />"How tall are you, Gloria?" <br /><br />"Five-one," she squeaked. <br /><br />I leaned down and mussed Derek's hair, grabbing him by the chin. "That's why you like this one, huh? You've got a thing for tall folk like us?" <br /><br />Gloria didn't say anything. Which annoyed me, so I went ahead and snapped my fingers. <br /><br />"Because he's tall," she agreed, speaking so fast that the words tumbled over each other. "And has good shoulders, and a big cock, and he buys me nice things, and-" <br /><br />"Thank you, that's plenty. Stand up, Derek." <br /><br />He jerked to his feet, hardly more than a puppet on strings. <br /><br />"Why are you doing this?" he managed, between lips I hardly let move. <br /><br />"Just culling the herd, silly boy." I patted his cheek affectionately, then turned to Gloria. "So in that long list of qualifications, I didn't actually hear you say he was good at sex. Is this about to be worth my time, or am I in for even more disappointment?" <br /><br />Gloria trembled, and said nothing. <br /><br />I sighed dramatically. Tonight was going from bad to worse. "Oh for the sake of everything holy. Does he even know how to use his tongue? Don't answer that, we'll find out the fun way." <br /><br />I stood on my tip toes, and kissed poor Derek on the corner of the mouth. His eyes were like saucers, the scent of his desire an utter delight. <br /><br />"Derek," I breathed into his ear. "I want me to show us your true worth. And whatever it is? I want you to give it to her." <br /><br />I knew what would happen, of course. But it's always better when the prey believes it's responsible for its own downfall. <br /><br />He started to shrink, there before me. Dwindling down into his polo shirt. Feeding every inch he lost into the blushing girl across from him. I let it go on, long after the point where they were the same height, and even after Derek was a junior-petite and Gloria far taller than he'd ever been. I let Derek decide his true worth. And that ended up being, not very much at all. <br /><br />I felt sympathy for Gloria's poor dress. It had no chance of surviving on her eight foot frame. And little Derek? Well, he was eye-to-eye with my cunt. Exactly what he wanted out of tonight I mused, though not at all how he expected it. <br /><br />Wordlessly, I told them what I wanted. Gloria was all too eager - there's something about gaining a litle height that makes a shy girl like her ready to be worshipped. <br /><br />Derek needed encouragement. I provided it. <br /><br />She sat on the couch across from me, spreading her legs. Derek, on his knees, crawled to her altar. I thought about asking their permission to smoke in here, but decided they wouldn't get the joke. I lit up, and watched. <br /><br />They made an entertaining pair. Derek was doing his best, lapping between the giant girl's thighs, and Gloria was clearly enjoying it. But this might've been the first experience of cunnilingus for both of them. Amateur hour is alright, and I love to watch a pathetic thing like him struggle? But I had a better idea. <br /><br />"Derek, love?" <br /><br />The three foot darling turned, eyes unfocused, girl-juice dripping down his chin. <br /><br />"Here's how it's done." <br /><br />I waved my hand, casually shoved his will aside, and worked his body as easily as my fingers would work a glove. <br /><br />Gloria gasped. Then wrapped both her giant hands around the little guy's head, fucking his adorable little face as she screamed in pleasure. Derek was an imperfect instrument, but he was being played by the best. I made him shove his whole hand inside her, wrap his tiny lips around her thumb-sized clit. By then she was pretty rough with him, but thankfully a puppet doesn't have a self-preservation instinct. <br /><br />When she came, she was staring into my eyes. Telling me in this way that the orgasm was my prize, not his. I already knew it, of course. It was still nice to be recognized. <br /><br />I put out my cigarette. <br /><br />"Did you learn something from that experience, Derek?" <br /><br />He shivered as I relaxed my control. He nodded. <br /><br />"Are you going to be better with your tongue in the future?" <br /><br />"Y-yes, ma'am." <br /><br />I pursed my lips, deciding if I wanted to go for the throat. <br /><br />Of course I did. <br /><br />"Derek. Did you know that's the first time you've ever made Gloria cum? It was written all over her face." <br /><br />He sat bolt upright at this, looking to his giant girlfriend for confirmation. The eight foot tall woman blushed - but didn't deny my words. <br /><br />He whimpered, hung his head. And fed his girlfriend six more inches of his height. <br /><br />I took over at this point. Spectating is fine, but I'm not one to wait on the sidelines, and anyway this therapy session was boring me. I went down on her for a while. Rather longer than I intended: she was pretty tasty, and very appreciative of someone with a little skill. I stayed vanilla with her, the first six or seven times she got off. Not sure if it was worth bringing any magic to the table. But she'd been good prey, so I showed her maybe fifteen percent of what I could do. <br /><br />The girl had a good set of lungs. I'm amazed no one called the cops on her that night. <br /><br />Derek sulked at first, but to his credit he eventually pulled himself together. He used his hands on me from behind while I had my fun with Gloria, then practiced the new tongue skills I'd taught him. He wasn't amazing, but good enough that I finally threw him a bone, spreading my legs and getting low enough for him to fuck me. He was tiny, and pathetic, and didn't have a chance of pleasing me at this size. But he knew he was pathetic, and honestly, that's plenty enough aphrodisiac for me. I didn't get off nearly as much as Gloria that night. But, the wolf got her share. <br /><br />She stopped me at the door as I was leaving, massive hand on my shoulder. <br /><br />"I don't even know your name," she whispered. "Am I ever going to see you again?" <br /><br />I motioned her down, and kissed her once on those full, red lips. She had a couple hundred pounds and more than two feet of height on me. But if predators have instincts, then so do prey. She knew exactly where things stood between us. <br /><br />"You're a sweet girl," I told her. "But, I've already had my fill of you." <br /><br />She nodded sadly, accepting this. "Are the two of us ever going back to normal?" <br /><br />I think very hard, when I construct my curses. I like them simple, direct, and utterly inescapable. <br /><br />"The two of you will return to normal," I told her. "When Derek gives you at least a tenth as much pleasure as I did, tonight." <br /><br />I kissed her goodbye. And stepped out into the night, already thinking about my next meal.pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-62370066680858293642023-08-27T10:59:00.004-07:002023-08-27T10:59:27.303-07:00Gifts of Sage - Pt. 4<p>CW: Aftermath of MtF gender change, feminization, emotional manipulation, dubiously consensual public play with an audience of stranger</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb-lcnrKS_CZbyPJs0OcNMVmMNIxFAliew7_7x0HyjfNFOkTk8Gat7UCUD0lHsTPyihAabccxYs-u9l0quJINKZG_K1-n7kY1OtVytQ3IkIbd_UXTHo10RIB4MncZtm0TxMIQo0sdqRT3hFd7hNAXPlEtjU5uYMunxOsRvtl6aAZus1PEuIFxFYphlyc/s5837/element5-digital-Xf7o2W7qgP0-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3897" data-original-width="5837" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb-lcnrKS_CZbyPJs0OcNMVmMNIxFAliew7_7x0HyjfNFOkTk8Gat7UCUD0lHsTPyihAabccxYs-u9l0quJINKZG_K1-n7kY1OtVytQ3IkIbd_UXTHo10RIB4MncZtm0TxMIQo0sdqRT3hFd7hNAXPlEtjU5uYMunxOsRvtl6aAZus1PEuIFxFYphlyc/s320/element5-digital-Xf7o2W7qgP0-unsplash.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><u style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Gifts of Sage - Pt. 4</u></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It’s been months now, and that still happens sometimes. That she kisses me awake in the night. You’d think it would get irritating. So far it hasn’t. More often than not it’s a lot more than kissing, but I don’t mind that either. Especially since she lets me sleep in.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-736da83e-7fff-3c73-554b-c0b7b4ed5039"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">These days I live with Sage. I’m a lot smaller now, and getting around the house can be a challenge. But I’ve learned to take care of myself, even when I’m alone. That doesn’t happen much. Neither of us can stand being apart for long. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Life isn’t as different as you’d think. I checked in at a whopping two-foot-eight on my last measurement. And even on her knees Sage has to bend her head to avoid bumping the ceiling. These things fade into the background, as time passes. It’s amazing how easily we adapt.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We talk about ontology sometimes. During dinner, or while I’m drifting off to sleep, snuggled between her breasts. How even if we’re the same inside, the world treats us very differently now. She tells me that strangers are deferential, almost worshipful, when she walks down the street. And we laugh at all her unsolicited marriage proposals. Meanwhile, people are always holding doors for me. Depending on what I’m wearing they might ask if I’m lost and need my parents. Or if they recognize that I’m a very short adult woman, and a startlingly attractive one? They can get a bit pushy. With these latter folks, Sage tends to be… unforgiving.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But apart from spending a lot more time with her, the way I had wanted anyway? Yeah. Most things are the same.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Her old boyfriends aren’t around anymore. Neither of them could handle the new Sage. Some guys really are intimidated by strong women, I guess. I badly wanted for things to work out with them. Especially Terry. I even offered my body as incentive. Sage told me I always do this, and that I should value myself more. Because Terry wasn’t worth it. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She was sad after they left. We were sad together. It was for the best.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I’m still seeing both my other girlfriends. Scheduling is a little strained with how much Sage takes up my schedule, and she also insisted I start going to therapy, which takes up a night every week. We’re making it work. I was worried they wouldn’t like the new me. And both Sharon and Tabitha had very different things to say about it. But overall? Things are better with them than ever.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The hardest part of adjusting was how I couldn’t take care of them anymore. I used to do odd jobs around the house, little tasks to show my love. And besides that, both of them ran on the submissive side, and liked when I could push them around in bed. It turned out this was still possible with Sharon. All it took was the right tone of voice, and belief in the words I was speaking. Who cared if my head didn’t even crest her navel? That height advantage mostly disappeared when she was on her knees.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I learned some things when I tried that with Tabitha, though. I’d never seen her sexually aggressive before I shrank, didn’t even think she was even capable of it. Do you know how hot it can be, when someone tells you no? That night I saw a side of her I never knew existed. She had me pinned against the wall, was making me chant her name. And I’d never seen her that wet. Who knew she had such a dominant streak?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage wasn’t surprised, when I told her about it later. She said something about a well-tended garden. How you have to prune back the strongest plants, to give space for the others to bloom. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage loves to talk in allegories.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">By then she’d let Tabitha and Sharon in on her botanical little secret, and was giving each of them a ration of two berries a week. The extra height looked good on them, as did the other changes. And I was always happy to be the catalyst behind their growth. But unbeknownst to me, Sage was sharing secrets with them too. I first leaned about this in the most delightful way.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Tabby and I were out grocery shopping. We were having an argument over what to make for dinner. It was getting playfully heated, as can happen between people who love each other. I guess I went a little too far, teasing her about last week’s meatloaf. And she decided to show me why it was a bad idea to mouth off to someone twice your size.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I suddenly found myself shoved against a rack of canned goods. And Tabitha was snarling down from on high, showing me each and every one of her teeth.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Three. Two. One.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I came the instant she gave the command. Screaming in helpless abandon, attracting the attention of everyone in the aisle. But Tabby hardly noticed. She stuffed both her weekly berries in my mouth, ordered me to swallow. Then dragged me out of the store by the wrist.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We got delivery that night.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">After that it was borderline predatory with her. The way she would trap me in impossible situations. Use her size advantage to overwhelm me. Then make me eat one, or sometimes even both her berries, and fuck me smaller. Growling in my ear all the while about who was in charge in our relationship. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Afterward we’d cuddle, enjoying my smaller and more curvaceous form, or the results of her growth spurt. We’d be soft together, and she would show me how much she cherished me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I’d be glowing by the time I got home to Sage. She would just smile as she washed me up in the sink, while I told her the juicy details.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sharon picked up on the counting trick, too. Though of course it has a different flavor coming from her. Sometimes we’ll be snuggling, watching a movie. And she’ll start counting back from such a high number, sometimes even in the hundreds. It gives both of us a long, long time to settle in. By the time she’s in the single digits, the two of us will be all over each other. And it didn’t take long for the conditioning to spread to her, too. Sage still requests the story about the night Shar and I counted the last three numbers together. Speaking in unison while staring into each other’s eyes. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But as amazing as these encounters are, there’s nothing that compares to Tuesday night. That’s when all four of us get together, at Sage’s place. It’s getting a little cramped these days, considering the size of the three of them. Sage is looking for a new apartment – which is to say, she’s deciding which one she’ll take by right. No one is going to tell a thirteen foot woman with a twenty-seven inch cock ‘no.’ Especially not one with muscles like hers.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There are certain little Tuesday rituals. We all measure each other. We compare notes, on who made who grow the most that week – or shrink in my case. Sage and I are always the winners, by a wide margin. Tabitha and Sharon pretend to be jealous about it, but I think it’s mostly playful. And we get an update on how Sage’s garden is growing.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The evening inevitably devolves to debauchery. Tabby’s ‘only’ seven feet tall now, to Shar’s eight-foot-two. Chalk it up to Tabitha’s obsession with shrinking me. But in either case, it’s hard to find men who can satisfy them, and they’re both quite open about missing my cock. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage is happy to provide. Strictly speaking she’s too big for them, but that can be a good problem to have, and lube goes a long way. Plus it’s fun to watch them try. Sometimes the three of them all play together, and sometimes I join in too, though at less than three feet I’m small enough that everyone has to be careful not to get carried away. Last week was more typical – they took turns. Sage grinding into Tabitha, until she couldn’t take it anymore and needed a break. Then Sharon got up from where she’d been doing my nails, and Tabby picked up the manicure where she’d left off. Despite the fact that Shar is bigger, Sage was more gentle with her, so their session lasted longer. Long enough for Tabitha to get me off three times, while waiting for my top coat to dry.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There’s a way these evenings usually end, by popular request of Shar and Tabby. They like to watch Sage and I play together.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">You’ve never seen a more mismatched couple. I don’t even come up to her knee, and her cock is almost as tall as I am. She’s so strong, and big, and powerful. A literal demi-goddess. I’m beautiful too, though it’s a very different type of beauty. My breasts are gravity-defying even though they’re as large as my head, and I’ve got a waist-to-hip ratio most women would kill for. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The two of us fit together perfectly. Her thighs are an absolute marvel at this size. And they squeeze me so perfectly, as I make her splatter the walls with cum as she screams my name.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The room seems to crackle with electricity, and our friends are forced to silence in awe of it. Even when Sage’s garden is growing well, it might take a whole night of the most intense love-making imaginable for Sharon or Tabitha to grow two little inches, or steal even half an inch from me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But with Sage and I? It happens so quickly, you can actually see it.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There’s a question I’d been pondering, and I finally worked up the courage to ask it last week, as we were saying our goodbyes.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Why am I still getting smaller? Especially since I’m a woman now. Why does the gift make you all grow, and me shrink?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The three giant women paused abruptly. Tabby and Shar looked shocked by the question, like I’d violated a taboo.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage had clearly been expecting it.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You’ll grow someday, sweetie. You just aren’t ready. You still have so much to learn. For now, it’s a gift to be small. Just accept it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I thought about it that night. As Sage lay snoring in that familiar, comforting way of hers, my tiny body spread on the mattress of her chest. I thought about how she always looks at me, when she’s pounding my girlfriends into the carpet with the cock that used to be mine. Making sure that I’m watching. Or her proud expression when I shrink for her, and her little audiences </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oo’s</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> and </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">aw’s</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> and claps.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It’s like she wants the three of us to know something. Like she’s trying to prove a point.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I believe her. That if I ever wanted to grow, Sage’s gift would allow it. Whether she’ll ever allow me to have that want? That’s another matter entirely.</span></p></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-86743871217379355522023-08-23T15:09:00.001-07:002023-08-23T15:09:30.460-07:00Gifts of Sage - Pt. 3<p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">CW: </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit then a cock, feminization, Male-to-Female gender change, use of mind-altering substances, penetration with large objects, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZmqvrMsCBkO7iyKQleTKl5AmLgaX5abZqwt5sZLo4P8RhoUbV9TzTl96Y6XxFe3bmio0cdSOHpXcFHTyoGb3WZCcJWU7yPFLGuPPcWKhgbcBmXx0M5IoVjLors-wkto0D-vUB82TR29qIkj9wVcQzsYLjuAEomyue8l8cIYZCa-0HJRutAI3KyZykBc/s6000/liza-rusalskaya-vn8m5teAmHE-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZmqvrMsCBkO7iyKQleTKl5AmLgaX5abZqwt5sZLo4P8RhoUbV9TzTl96Y6XxFe3bmio0cdSOHpXcFHTyoGb3WZCcJWU7yPFLGuPPcWKhgbcBmXx0M5IoVjLors-wkto0D-vUB82TR29qIkj9wVcQzsYLjuAEomyue8l8cIYZCa-0HJRutAI3KyZykBc/s320/liza-rusalskaya-vn8m5teAmHE-unsplash.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><u>Gifts of Sage - Pt. 3</u></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage went on lighting candles. Her body slowly came into focus as the room filled with warm, flickering light. She had to be at least seven and a half feet tall, and her body looked like the sort of thing a Greek sculptor would devote a lifetime to produce. Her powerful back, her tree trunk thighs, her perfectly heart-shaped ass. </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-ae08aa89-7fff-6fa2-4025-353196b71bd2"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was a long time before she turned her attention to me. She blew out the match, and came to sit on the edge of the bed. She touched her giant hand to my chest, and lightly pulled back the covers. Exposing me beneath.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, her voice a honey-rich baritone at her new size.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I only shrugged. Unsure of what else to do. She was just so much. Every inch of her spoke of fecundity and abundance. I felt insignificant in her presence, that even holding her attention was to take something I didn’t deserve.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She was studying me closely. As the silence went on, a worried look came into her eyes. “You still love me, don’t you? Even though I’m big?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Of course,” I said at once. “Just….”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I need you to relax. I’ll help, okay?” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage slipped to the floor, and knelt by the side of the bed. She leaned down, and rested her ear against my heart. Facing away from me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You’re safe with me. You’re loved. Say that back.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m safe with you,” I said, to the back of her head. “I’m loved.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Good.” She let out a slow breath, and pressed more firmly. “Again.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I obeyed. And my body started to tremble. I kept saying it, and with each repetition she let more of her weight fall upon me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I hardly noticed when she began to stroke me. My bare stomach, my thighs. And as I repeated her mantra, my anxiety drained from me, a single drop at a time. I shook freely, uncontrollably, but she held me in place with no effort at all.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">When the shaking finally stopped, I was fully hard. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Her long fingers grazed my cock. She took hold of me. Utterly eclipsed me with her giant palm, caressed my erection in her angelically soft hand. Her touch was as gentle as a summer breeze. I could almost feel her love feel radiating from her fingertips. I moaned, fawning beneath her.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I felt her take hold more firmly. Grasp me, all of me, from balls to tip. Letting me be lost in her. With three tiny flicks of her wrist, and she had me on the cusp of release. A fourth would’ve ended me. Yet Sage backed off then, and merely pet me with the back curl of her index finger.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I whimpered and mewled, but laid obediently still. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It really is the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” she whispered. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">My body practically glowed with her praise. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But it’s too small for me now. Much too small.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A tidal wave of sadness crashed over me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Before I could express it, Sage shushed me. “I can help. If you trust me. Do you trust me?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I trust you.” The words were pulled from me. I would’ve said anything for her in that moment. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I want to share this gift with you. You’re worthy. But you need to understand, it will change you. Just like it changed me. Do you want that?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sage. Please. Please yes.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I was melting. My consciousness had narrowed to a beam, focusing on nothing but her words, her touch, the massive silhouette of her body there in the candle-lit twilight. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She lifted then, and opened her bedside table. I felt starved without her, but she wasn’t away for long. Sage turned, holding two ripe berries on a single green stem. She brushed them against my lips sensually. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I grew these myself,” the giant woman explained, as if I was in a state to understand. “They’re a relative of the Holly tree. That means they’re very dangerous. Poison. But I’ll draw that out of you. And you won’t have to worry about being small, or less than me, ever again.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I parted my lips. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She placed them in my mouth. And touched the base of my jaw with the tip of her finger. Making me close.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Chew them slowly.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I did. They were bitter, horribly so. But Sage was there, watching me, and I kept staring into her eyes. The sweetness of her gaze was enough to overpower the worst of flavors. I even managed to smile, and that seemed to make her happy.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">My head began to swim. My breath became ragged. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t feel good, that I needed help, but my voice didn’t work. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage understood. She sat me in her lap, facing away from her. She settled me between her breasts, rested her chin on my head, squeezed me with her powerful arms. We were as close as close could be. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I was a tiny sapling, struggling for a taste of the sun. She was a magnificent oak, protecting and sheltering me, because I wouldn’t survive on my own.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I wasn’t thinking clearly. I wanted her closer. I would die without her.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m drawing out the poison now. This will be a lot. You have so much inside, that you need to lose. All you have to do now, is let me take it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She ran her strong fingers along the hollow of my throat. Teased there, against the most vulnerable part of me. She could’ve crushed the life from me without a thought. Yet she wouldn’t, and knowing that, the sick feeling inside abated a little. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She turned her body, and me with it, until we could see each other in the mirror. I looked so small in her lap. My feet dangled high above the floor, my body pathetic and weak by comparison. In her shadow, I was hardly a man at all. That old fear, that I wasn’t enough, could never be enough, returned. But it was far away now, like it was happening to another person.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Give up.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Every muscle in my body relaxed at her command. It was the drug, taking away my control, or there was something hypnotic in her voice, or else becoming nothing in her arms was something I always wanted. I felt overwhelming gratitude that she had given me the chance. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There was an irritating sound, a high howl, and I only realized she’d been stroking my cock between her thumb and forefinger when I saw my mouth working in the mirror. But that couldn’t be my voice. It was a reedy whine, and it was rising in pitch all the time.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage chuckled. She kissed the top of my head, using one giant hand to keep me pinned between her breasts, and stroked me just a little faster.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Even as I came, I tried to apologize. It happened so pathetically quick, and I couldn’t make myself stop. But Sage looked pleased with me. I watched her carefully lick her fingers clean. As though not wanting to waste a drop. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I felt hot. Something was happening. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I wanted her closer.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage was growing again. But not just that. Her hand was back between my thighs, and I couldn’t think, but my perspective was shifting. My head sinking lower, my body changing with her touch. I was becoming something else, something she wanted. Her hands, her will, patiently shepherding me into the form she desired. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You can’t fight it,” she whispered, as her hand played over my cock. “You’re too weak to fight it. So be weak. Your weakness is beautiful.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She shifted me in her lap as I shrank, made sure I had a clear view of my reflection. Of what she was doing to me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You’re beautiful,” she told me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I was beautiful. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I was also three or four inches shorter, but that was only part of it. My hair was longer, my face softer. My legs tapered and shapely. Sage gently opened my thighs, ran the tip of her finger all over me, giving me a tour of my own body. Directing me where to look. Finally ending as she stroked over my shaft. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was far smaller than I remembered. Not even half the size it had been before. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“See how tiny it is?” she asked. There was laughter in her voice. “You’d never please me with that. Would you?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I shook my head. My dick dwindling away with each and every stroke.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But you please me all the same. And you’ll please me even more, the smaller you get.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I understood. This was all to please her. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I willed it. Made myself shrink for her, gave myself away. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The changes came faster.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Good girl.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I came, and shrank, and became more beautiful. She again licked me from her fingers. Moaning greedily, as though sampling a rare and savory delicacy.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She moved me. Picked me up from her lap, sat me on the edge of the bed. I wasn’t even five feet tall now, and with Sage’s enormous size, I felt miniscule by comparison. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She stood to her full height for a moment, grinning. Letting me take in how she’d grown several inches taller, and far more muscular after sampling my cum. She also made sure I had time to notice the new development between her thighs. The rose-red bloom of a phallus, a perfectly smooth and symmetric clit nearly the length of my hand. But I barely had time to reflect on this, before Sage let out a low animal growl. The room shook as she dropped to her knees, and she slurped what remained of my manhood into her mouth. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I came at once. Feeling myself dwindle smaller with every pulse, feeling my balls tighten and contract. She easily swallowed every drop, gaining all that I lost. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage had me completely enveloped now, her arms curling vine-like around me, her mouth latched as she sucked the poison away. My fists tangled in her hair as she grew and I shrank. In the reflection I could see the girl I was becoming. Soft and spare, hardly any curves to speak of, utterly unlike the Goddess kneeling before me. Even as a woman I was nothing compared to her. But if that’s what she wanted, it was what I would be.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“The next time you cum, it’ll be your first time as a girl. It’s a big moment.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I moaned for her. Loving my new voice.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m going to fuck you, sweetie. I want you to know how that feels, before you get too small.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I tried to think what I could do, how I was supposed to get ready. There was so much I didn’t know. She laughed at the confusion on my face. And pulled me down into her lap, sitting with legs spread wide on the floor.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“When I breathe out, you breathe in,” she told me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage took a dramatically deep breath, and watched me, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight. It took a few tries. But soon I caught her rhythm, and we were breathing as one. I kept breathing with her, as she slowly, slowly positioned me. Let the tip of her giant clitoris tease against my cunt. I concentrated on her, the rise and fall of her chest. Thought about my body, and my breathing. As she carefully pushed the first half inch of her inside my tiny little sex, and penetrated me for the first time. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was so much. Too much. But I held it, and slowly coated her clit in my excitement, and felt it slip deeper as she took the breath I offered. And then she was inside, all the way inside, and it was good.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I’d never had anything inside me before, and my poor virgin slit was tight, not ready for this. But she was gentle. Rocking her hips only slightly, as she fucked me there on her lap. A hand on my hip, another on my forehead. In the mirror her expression was wild, almost savage. There was exhalation in her eyes. But still she was careful. And she looked happier than I had ever seen her before.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage panted, her tongue lolling briefly from her mouth. Then she grinned. And did something so strange, that it short-circuited my brain with confusion.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She began to count backward.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Five. Four. Three.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Something was rising up inside me. An unknowable, alien pressure, threatening to explode from a hollow point just beneath my navel.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Two. …One.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The feeling built, and built. Until I felt like I would die, like I needed to release it before it made me burst. But I couldn’t do it myself, couldn’t do it without her. She needed to do something, say something. But I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even beg her when I was like this.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She let me dangle this way for three long breaths, as I howled and thrashed there on her lap. Until at last….</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Cum.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I came, and shrank, and gave myself away. Sage snarled in my ear as she stole my size. She grew inside me, filling me beyond my capacity, and I clung to her and whined and scratched her at random with my fingernails. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She laughed heartily. And barely let me recover before she began to count again. Starting at ten this time. Now that I knew what was happening, I had the ecstasy of anticipation, but also the knowledge that she would soon steal away more of my size, and she was already so big, too big inside me. Yet I trusted her, and even as far gone as I was, I knew she would never, ever hurt me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sage counted slowly, agonizingly so, and with each number I felt my orgasm draw closer. There was no poison left in me. She had taken it all. What she drew out now was pure sweetness, and there was nothing but joy in letting it go.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She paused for an eternity on ‘one.’ It was probably no more than twenty seconds. Every instant of it was more pleasurable than even my strongest orgasm, back when I used to be a man. Still. All of that paled in comparison to what I felt when she finally gave the order.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Cum.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She stayed inside me as long as she could. But I shrank so much, and she was getting so gloriously long and thick. My orgasm was only half over as she tenderly pulled her length from inside me. She lay me against it as I throbbed and moaned, and I felt it growing beneath me, stretching up my soft little tummy. And I let it grow, let it steal my size. Fed it devotion and love, as thanks for the gift she’d given.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We were on the bed then, and she was holding me. Her head on the pillow, her feet on the floor. I was cold, and shaking uncontrollably. Sage rested me, my head between her breasts and feet between her knees, and lightly draped a blanket over me. She tucked it beneath my shoulders, covering me as best she could. Her abs were firm, and her body was warm. She pet me. And I cried, but they were happy tears.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I could’ve drifted off to sleep, and let the evening end there. She would’ve forgiven me, and I didn’t need to earn her love. But I wanted to give to her. And I knew what she wanted to receive.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I slipped beneath the blanket. Positioned myself between her thighs. And started to suck her cock. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I couldn’t see her, there in the dark. But she felt so good, between my hands. Against my smallish breasts. In my mouth. It was hard for me to believe, but even this felt familiar. Almost the same as any time I had gone down on her, before her ascension, and my change in status. She smelled exactly the same, for one thing, but that wasn’t the largest part of it. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It’s because this act was always about connection. About the two of us becoming one. Nothing about that had changed. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">When I felt her getting close, I asked her to lift the blanket for me. Because I was getting too hot, and because I could feel what had changed about her, and I wanted to see. She complied. And for a time, I just took in the sight of her. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It wasn’t simply an oversized clitoris. Not anymore. She said she’d wanted my cock, and now she had it. It really was a beautiful cock. Though I’d admit it looked better on her. She’d made it bigger, and thicker. And it looked so pretty there, sprouting from atop her vulva. Proud and strong. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She looked nervous as I beheld her. And didn’t relax, until I threw myself into my task with renewed enthusiasm. I thought it was silly, that she’d ever doubt my reaction. But then, I guess no one is immune to feelings that they aren’t good enough. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It didn’t take long after that. She had two sets of genitalia, and I knew exactly what both of them wanted. And there are a lot of things you can do to someone that aren’t otherwise possible, when you’re only half their size. She came a lot. I did my best to swallow her, but there was far too much for that, and I ended up getting soaked from the top of my head down to my knees. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She cleaned me in the bathroom, making me stand by the vanity while she stroked me with a warm towel. All the while she kept saying the sweetest little nothings, that filled my heart to bursting. Telling me how cute I was, how good I’d done, how proud she was that I’d finally faced this.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She was almost finished when I noticed the changes. I was shorter, but that was a given. Maybe four feet, to Sage’s eight? Specifics didn’t matter, we could wait til tomorrow to break out the tape measure. But my breasts were bigger, and that shocked me. I was a C-cup at least, where before I’d hardly been an A. My waist was a bit more narrow, the flare of my hips more dramatic. I think my legs were longer, too.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Did you change your mind?” I asked, in my soft lilting voice.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She paused in the act of wetting the cum towel, and peered at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I gestured at my reflection, and shrugged. “I thought you wanted me as a different type of girl. This is good too, don’t get me wrong….”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You think I </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">wanted</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> you like this? Not at all.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I blanched. “You didn’t? So you don’t like me like….”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sweetie,” she interrupted, her tone only a little frustrated. “I wanted </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> However that looks, however that feels. More than me, or less. It’s all the same. As long as you’re happy.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She carried me back to bed. We slept chest to chest, with her arms wrapped tight around me. And many times that first night, I came awake to her kissing me. Slow, and sleepy, and grateful kisses. I couldn’t do much, in terms of kissing her back. I was too small to do anything but accept her.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But I was learning that was enough.</span></p></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-20381066689575279272023-08-20T10:09:00.005-07:002023-08-20T10:09:47.260-07:00Gifts of Sage - Pt. 2<p> CW: Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit, face sitting, breath play, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love</p><p><br /></p><p><u>Gifts of Sage - Pt. 2<br /></u><br />That sensation of fear in my chest, again. But Sage held me as we stared into the mirror together. And the way she was stroking me, it was like she understood about that fear, knew exactly where it lived. And her touch soothed it, like gentle rain, slowly dousing a fire.</p><p>“I know you want to give to me,” she said, lips brushing my ear as she spoke. “And there’s something I want to try. A fantasy about a thing I want to do to you, that I haven’t been able get out of my head since this started. I think it’s going to make me a lot bigger. You don’t need to be scared of that, though. And I’ll tell you what to do. Okay?”</p><p>I stared at her reflection. Her green eyes peering at me, studying me. Her expression was adoring. Attentive. Yet oddly calculating.</p><p>She waited for my answer. Then apparently decided she’d waited long enough. In the mirror, I watched her reach down, and gently rest her palm over my groin. Through my jeans, just once, she squeezed me.</p><p>She supported me, as my legs gave out. Held me until I could stand on my own again. It seemed like a very long time.</p><p>“Take your clothes off. Lay down on the bed, flat on your back. Make sure your neck is supported.”</p><p>I obeyed. I’m sure it took a moment to fumble out of my jeans, to unbutton my shirt. My memory is hazy on this, as though dream logic was at play. It seemed the next moment, I was lying in wait for her.</p><p>She stripped out of her too-small dress. There was nothing theatrical about her movements, but she clearly wanted me to take her in. Her overripe breasts, the trim curve of her waist. Her taut stomach. And best of all to my eye, those massive, powerful thighs, that flexed almost hypnotically with every move she made.</p><p>Sage spared a brief moment to admire her own nude reflection, before she crawled onto the bed. She positioned herself above me with careful precision, her sinewy legs on either side of my head.</p><p>At first I couldn’t see her face. Just the undersides of her massive breasts, the hard lines of her abs. In the fading light, dew sparkled on her labia. And there were streaks along her inner thigh from where I’d spread her cum with my cheeks. Sage allowed me a long moment to appreciate her majesty. Then she leaned down, brushing her hair from her eyes, and gave me such a loving look that it almost broke my heart. She caressed me, ran her thumb along my lips.</p><p>“Put your arms over your head, baby. The backs of your wrist go on the bed. No touching with your hands. Are your shoulders comfortable like that?”</p><p>“I think so.”</p><p>Sage grinned. And lowered her sex over my mouth.</p><p>“Show me how you feel about me,” she purred. “I know you love me. This is how you can show it.”</p><p>She cried out, as my tongue thrust inside her.</p><p>I lost myself. Let go of the strangeness of all this, all the questions I had, of what would happen once I gave her everything she wanted. Whether she’d love me more than ever, or decide to discard me.</p><p>It’s always been like that with Sage. The only time I’m not worried about losing her, is when her moans are filling my ears.</p><p>There was urgency as I painted her with my tongue, and she stroked herself across my face. But there is such a thing as slow urgency. It can even be motionless – like the urgency you feel when simply holding someone’s hand on a first date. For a long, long time, we hardly moved at all. I kissed her. She claimed me.</p><p>Sage lifted off me every minute or so, to let me breathe. To cool myself, stretch my neck, relax my jaw. I was grateful when she did this – there was so much of her, and more all the time it seemed – but even being an inch apart from her felt like torture. She was so gentle with me, despite her ever increasing size. With these little breaks, I felt like I could’ve done this for hours.</p><p>The sense of her growth was undeniable, yet impossible to measure. I knew her abs were gaining definition, that her breasts were growing heavier, that her whole body was swelling and lengthening as she moaned out to the heavens there on top of me. But mostly it happened too slow to track, and I was too entranced with what I was doing to follow. I cared more for the taste of her in my mouth, the way it sweetened as she came, again and again. I cared about the subtle tilt of her shoulder that told me where she wanted me next. Her growth mattered only in terms of how I should move to meet her needs, now that there was more of her. How the angles between us were shifting.</p><p>Though even as lost in her as I was, there was something impossible to ignore. Her clit was growing. Fast.</p><p>Sage only became frantic toward the end. I think it was around her seventh orgasm when she suddenly grabbed me by the wrists, pinned me, and literally started to fuck my face. Her clitoris was as big as the tip of my thumb at that point, and her body was utterly enormous. She outweighed me by hundreds of pounds, and was so strong she could’ve thrown me around like a ragdoll if she wanted.</p><p>Yet I don’t remember being afraid. There were times when it got uncomfortable, as her hips ground me against the mattress, and her mega-clit pressed my tongue back into my throat. But it was more like she was sharing herself with me than taking advantage. It was just that her form of sharing came with a whole lot of force.</p><p>The only time I had a problem was when she squirted. That was a lot. I tried to swallow, but there was far, far too much of her to handle. She filled my mouth with hot nectar until I overflowed, and she poured down my throat, over my chest, soaking the mattress beneath. I held my breath, and endured.</p><p>Thankfully it was almost over. She fucked my mouth with her clit, and giggled maniacally as she came a final time. Then at last collapsed to the bed beside me.</p><p>I felt so small beside her, as she lay catching her breath. She was the largest human I’d ever seen. In the aftermath of something so grand, where she’d used me so exquisitely, I wanted her to say something. To tell me that she loved me, that I still had value to her now that we were finished.</p><p>Sage didn’t say anything.</p><p>She was gazing at me, though. And it was a look I’d never seen before. Like I was something small she’d found. Something that belonged to her. Something mysterious and precious, and now that luck had brought me into her life, she never wanted to let go.</p><p>It does something to you, when someone so big, and so beautiful, looks at you like that.</p><p>She stroked my hair. Ran her long fingers over my face, exploring me by touch. I let this go on for a time, then abruptly caught her thumb between my lips. I sucked on it greedily, just as I’d done with her clit.</p><p>She must’ve understood the joke. Because she smiled.</p><p>And every part of me rejoiced.</p><p>I must’ve fallen asleep. The next thing I remember was the flare of a wooden match.</p><p>The flame spread slow upon a candle wick. Sage held it close, shielding it, making sure it caught. The orange glow on her face was alluring, and eerie.</p><p>Her green eyes flicked briefly to me, seeing I was awake. She smiled. Even in the dimness, I could tell she was a giant. The top of her head very nearly reached the ceiling.</p><p>“How do you feel?” I asked, automatically. My voice coming out hoarse and cracked.</p><p>“Big,” she told me. She twisted the match between her fingers, until the flame sputtered and flared bright again. She used it to light another candle. “And really fucking horny. I want your cock.”</p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-67982676821699178732023-08-17T14:20:00.002-07:002023-08-17T14:20:36.197-07:00Gifts of Sage - Pt 1<p> I met Sage on a Sunday afternoon. We only had a few hours together, but she changed my life. She told me about something she wanted. She was very insistent. In the end, I had to write it down.</p><p>This is a standard pseudoclever, two people in a bedroom story. I would describe it as emotionally intense, and dream-like. There's a WHOLE lot of sex. But do be aware...</p><p><b>This story contains a cis woman who grows a penis, and male-to-female gender transformation. That section begins in chapter 3.</b> If that sort of content upsets you, the first two chapters are still safe. Mind the Content Warning tags. </p><p>Thanks to Elle Largess, @mightytinygiant, for beta-reading this piece, and really taking it to the next level. Find her awesome content over at <a href="https://linktr.ee/mightytinygiant">https://linktr.ee/mightytinygiant</a></p><p>CW: Growth, muscle growth, femme person growing a cock-size clit then an actual cock, cock shrinking and theft, MtF gender change, feminization, emotional manipulation, anxiety about love and belonging, the light and dark side of two Enneagram 2’s in love </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCX_OoCfDjv4wz9Y77QstMciO1AJ_xmu-8udzPNrse-0_K8AEiYRFAxl10a-Q1O8NgtZWUQh20x0a5xRm55ur10kMpV8bJLtN3LMbTq6Cb3XOTfm7qOjZm8i86XlPw7sB0l7DKREkZRkvJEMvKn-VazM-daSRT656aCmKBPyC7wtTHHg_5JPeio6aXczc/s1296/burning-sage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="729" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCX_OoCfDjv4wz9Y77QstMciO1AJ_xmu-8udzPNrse-0_K8AEiYRFAxl10a-Q1O8NgtZWUQh20x0a5xRm55ur10kMpV8bJLtN3LMbTq6Cb3XOTfm7qOjZm8i86XlPw7sB0l7DKREkZRkvJEMvKn-VazM-daSRT656aCmKBPyC7wtTHHg_5JPeio6aXczc/s320/burning-sage.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><u>Gifts of Sage - Pt. 1</u></p><p>“Just so you know, I’m bigger than last time.”</p><p>I was standing in line at the local upscale grocery store when I got her message. I tucked the expensive bottle of Scotch I was carrying under my arm, and awkwardly typed out a reply.</p><p>“What do you mean bigger?” </p><p>Her texts came back in succession.</p><p>“You’ll see.”</p><p>“I miss you.”</p><p>“It’s been too long.”</p><p>“Don’t keep me waiting okay?”</p><p>I was fourth in line, and the line wasn’t moving. I panicked, caught between my fear of showing up empty-handed, and my sudden overwhelming desire to be in her presence. </p><p>Feeling guilty, I set the bottle down, and hurried out of the store.</p><p>Sage is one of my all-time favorite humans. But scheduling with her can be difficult. She has two other partners, both of whom I would dare to call friends. My love life is complicated, too. Sharon and Tabitha had both asked me to say hi to Sage for them that night. If it felt good. </p><p>Consequently, it had been three weeks since our last date. I wanted to work up the courage to ask if we could see each other more, and I was terrified she’d say no. I loved Sage, and she said she loved me too. But realistically, she was probably out of my league. One of these days, she would realize that. </p><p>Anyway. I was pretty sure I knew what she meant by, ‘bigger.’ On our last date, Sage mentioned she’d been hitting the gym pretty hard lately. It was cute of her to warn me. But come on. I’m not the kind of guy to be intimidated by a strong woman. </p><p>But I was half a block from her house now, and I couldn’t get her words out of my head. They made something hot pulse in the middle of my chest. I didn’t have time to examine the feeling. Only, I really wished I’d bought her that Scotch. It would’ve been nice to have something to offer.</p><p>The door to her apartment was open a crack. I knocked gently, that heat in my chest growing stronger. </p><p>I could have told you that she was waiting for me in the bedroom even before she spoke. As though I had an additional sense, with no purpose but to orient myself to her. </p><p>“Lock the door behind you, sweetie. There's nothing to fear.”</p><p>It’s funny. Being told not to fear, is the surest way to become afraid. </p><p>Sage was standing by the window. Grasping the frame, the setting sun orange on her face. She looked at me sidelong, not turning her head. A mischievous little smirk painted across her lips. </p><p>“Holy shit, Sage!”</p><p>“Hmph. It’s good to see you, too.”</p><p>She turned languidly, took a long moment to stare at nothing in particular, before she fixed her eyes upon me, rooting me in place. </p><p>“It’s not too much. Is it?”</p><p>Too much. It was as if she’d read my mind. It was as if every part of the Sage I knew had been enhanced, until she was filled beyond capacity. Sage had always been on the tall side for a woman — five-foot-seven — and she was pleasingly broad-shouldered. But beyond that, the word that best suited her was, ‘willowy.’ She was thin, with long arms and long legs. You could even call her delicate.</p><p>Well, no more. Sage had to be nearly as tall as me, and I’m six feet. I thought for a moment she might be wearing heels, but beneath the hem of her skirt her feet were bare. And a change in footwear wouldn’t have explained the rest of her developments. Literally every part of her was… well. More. The green cotton dress she wore was bare at the shoulders, and I could see the firm definition of her forearms and biceps. Sage had barely been working out for a month. It should’ve required years of hard work to build a body like that. Never mind her chest, or her ass. If I thought she was out of my league before? God. She was so beautiful that I practically felt like another species in her presence.</p><p>“Your face is priceless.”</p><p>I blinked. “Is it really still you?”</p><p>Sage clucked her tongue. “What an interesting question.”</p><p>She crossed the room toward me. Hips swaying dramatically, her eyes never leaving mine. </p><p>“So much of the sensory experience is dependent on the physical vessel. My eyes, my nose, the tips of my fingers. I feel, therefore I am. But with such a dramatic change, to everything I used to feel? Well. I think I’m still me. But of course I would say that. Though counterpoint, can you honestly tell me that you are still you? With all the experiences you’ve had since you last held me in your arms?”</p><p>She was close now. Smirking at me. Enjoying every second of this.</p><p>“That’s an invitation, by the way. To hold me.”</p><p>I grinned sheepishly. Wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. </p><p>She kissed me back, in that familiar way of hers. Going slow, matching her breath to mine. Then abruptly opening her eyes, as she slipped the narrow tip of her tongue into my mouth. It always felt pleasantly illicit when she did this. Like we were sharing a secret, or getting away with something we shouldn’t.</p><p>“Yeah,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “You can table the ontology. You’re still Sage. And you’re still a fucking nerd.”</p><p>She laughed. “Glad I pass inspection. But hey, you still haven’t seen the best part.”</p><p>Sage leaned back, bracing herself against the wall, and hiked her skirt up. </p><p>“I mean seriously, look at these thighs. I could practically crush a bowling ball with them!”</p><p>Sage knows all my weaknesses, where her body is concerned. Chalk it up to the hours of pillowtalk, or that we’ve had the chance to exhaustively study each other’s porn collection. Let’s just say mine has a lot of women doing squats. Often in attire not appropriate for most public gyms.</p><p>The point being, one look at those legs of hers, and it was all over for me. </p><p>“What’s the matter?” she purred. “Thinking about how these are going to feel wrapped around your shoulders? Or pressed against your ears?”</p><p>I swallowed. “Sage. Wait. First tell me how….”</p><p>“Do you think I’ll taste different? My hormones are in overdrive, and my internal chemistry is all out of whack. My sex drive hasn’t been this strong since I was thirteen.”</p><p>“Sage….”</p><p>“I’m saying I want you. I already got myself off four times today. All while thinking about you going down on me. It wasn’t enough. I’ll give you an explanation later. Promise. But for now….” She trailed off, a troubled look coming across her face. “You never answered me. I’m not too much for you now. Am I?”</p><p>That heat in my chest again. I felt a moment of unnamable fear, before instinct compelled me to act.</p><p>Sage let me push her down on the bed. She came to rest on the edge, lifting her dress, spreading her legs. I sank to my knees, at once a worshiper at her altar. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt, and I could immediately sense the humidity of her, could tell that she was soaking wet without even a touch. I started kissing my way up her newly muscular thigh, following the hard line of her quadricep toward the place where I knew she wanted me. She pet my hair, then fluffed a pillow behind her head, getting comfortable. Only then did she begin to moan.</p><p>It was oddly disorienting. Having her so large, so much more substantial, yet so deeply familiar. I knew her body so well, and had probably gone down on her dozens if not a hundred times. I ran my fingertip experimentally along her labia, knowing at once how she would respond. Her husky groan, the trickle of her nectar that soaked my first two fingers. </p><p>I hesitated only slightly before tasting her, remembering her words on the subject, that she might taste different. But I needn’t have worried, because she was exactly the same, at least to my way of reckoning. Though I couldn’t remember enjoying her quite so much before.</p><p>Sage mostly allowed me to control the encounter, simply laying back and accepting my devotion. She lowered her dress over my head, enveloping me in sweet-smelling twilight. I explored her, letting my sense of touch guide me. Urging her to bloom for me, following the rhythms of her body. The texture of her was a little different, and it took me a moment to realize that Sage had quite a bit more pubic hair than usual. She’d explained to me once that she preferred to freshly shave before sex, as the sensation of lube on smooth skin was more pleasing. It seemed she’d changed her mind. I’m not sure why, but the thought of her growing wild felt deeply erotic in that moment. Isn’t it strange, the things that turn us on?</p><p>I was too excited to take my time with her, and she wasn’t in the mood to hold back either. In less than a minute her moans took on that tell-tale urgency I knew so well, and the flavor of her shifted. Became heady and sweet. As she passed the point of no return, she squeezed those muscular thighs around my head. Hard enough against my ears to silence the world outside, for her moans to reach me by induction through her skin. </p><p>I could feel the power in her as she held me this way. Rendering me helpless and immobile. I’ll admit I was scared. A little. What if I surprised her with my lips or tongue, and learned too late she didn’t know her own strength? But Sage was as gentle as ever, and I relaxed into the delightful sensation as her legs held me secure. </p><p>My jaw was just beginning to ache when she finally arched her back and whimpered. I kept flicking my tongue over her clitoris, marveling that even this part of her felt bigger. Until she released me, and lay still on the bed.</p><p>“Yeah,” she panted. “It’s been way too long. The fantasy just doesn’t do you justice.”</p><p>I crawled out from beneath her dress, smirking. “So do you want to take back that thing you said? About being too much for me?”</p><p>She touched her chin to the pillow. Long black locks of hair slipped from her forehead as the light of the setting sun played across her cheek. </p><p>And again, she looked troubled. </p><p>“Is everything okay?” I asked. </p><p>“Just watch,” she whispered. “And remember. It’s still me.”</p><p>I obeyed, not sure what I was supposed to be watching for. </p><p>What first caught my eye was a sense of movement down near the floor. Her bare feet dangled an inch or two above the carpet as she lay on the edge of the bed. As I watched, she seemed to stretch. Until the tips of her toes touched down. Then the ball, and finally the heel of her foot.</p><p>She watched me watching her. A nervous smile on her face. Waiting for me to realize what was happening. But I just stared at her stupidly. Sage gave a playfully exasperated sigh, the sound of someone reluctantly giving the answer to a riddle too difficult to solve. She climbed to her feet, and wrapped her arms around me. Staring down at me, her eyes an inch above mine.</p><p>“You’re… taller!”</p><p>She kissed me. “Not just taller. I’m a lot of things. Stronger, and curiver, and I dare say more attractive, but that’s subjective, not a good metric. But, yes. I’m taller.”</p><p>“But what – how did…?”</p><p>“You,” she interrupted. “You did this.”</p><p>A part of me wanted to run. But she had her arms around me, and her smile was so reassuring. </p><p>“It’s been happening every time I get off,” she explained. “For about two weeks now. I think it’s just a few millimeters when I self-pleasure. If it wasn’t, the way I’ve been behaving the last few weeks? I’d be towering over the tree tops by now. Even after a night when I ran the batteries down on every toy I have, and went through two whole bottles of lube, I didn’t pick up more than half an inch.”</p><p>I sputtered incoherently. She waited for me to find words. When I couldn’t, she went on.</p><p>“I saw Rob last week, and Terry just a few nights ago. Partnered sex is definitely more potent. And don’t me wrong, I love both of them dearly. But Rob is a little too timid, and Terry… oh never mind. What I mean to say is, I’ve been looking forward to sharing this with you ever since I started growing. Because I knew it would be like this with you. That you’d be the one to really make me grow. In sixty seconds, you just gave me more than all my other experiences, combined.”</p><p>Sage had slipped her well-muscled arm around my shoulder at this point. Subtly turning me, so the two of us were looking at her floor-to-ceiling mirror together. She made eye contact with me in the reflection as she spoke, as her fingertip lightly stroked my ear. She looked so sure of herself, so confident. So deeply in love with me.</p><p>“I don’t know if I ever told you this. But you’re the best I’ve ever had. Sex-wise, I mean. I’ve had a lot of time to think about why. It has nothing to do with your body, or the crude mechanics of love-making. It’s because when you touch me, I can feel how much you care. How much you want to give to me. When we’re together, I’m the most important person in the world to you. Am I right?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“Do you like me like this?”</p><p>She asked it casually, but I could see how much my answer meant to her. How badly she wanted me to say yes, how much it would hurt her if I didn’t.</p><p>“It’s scary,” I managed, speaking through a mouth too dry. “But. I do.”</p><p>Sage beamed. She stepped behind me. Pressed her breasts to my back, hugged me tight against her. I could just barely see her eyes, peeking mischievously over the top of my head. Her breath was hot in my hair.</p><p>“I want more,” she whispered.</p><div><br /></div>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-33925460489922838102023-02-04T09:10:00.003-08:002023-02-04T09:30:58.789-08:00The Burden <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKb6GOoaKieqvuJfuYRi2t2eQA0qDKKtwtssIPLAPnL0Vdg5uJwEv4EUhEdlPJVkQ9FHslljA3A_Qg_k4CBWuJp97CoJIz7PXfdhOkUPFUaBwCxHfz0RnsckV0F12tZzamEGwphBj-mPGS1fXTJNrokxwSYLvvOA63zVvy8-nEm1pDv8yBVN_1BkT7/s4952/artem-labunsky-0va1MYAcE-s-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3288" data-original-width="4952" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKb6GOoaKieqvuJfuYRi2t2eQA0qDKKtwtssIPLAPnL0Vdg5uJwEv4EUhEdlPJVkQ9FHslljA3A_Qg_k4CBWuJp97CoJIz7PXfdhOkUPFUaBwCxHfz0RnsckV0F12tZzamEGwphBj-mPGS1fXTJNrokxwSYLvvOA63zVvy8-nEm1pDv8yBVN_1BkT7/w518-h343/artem-labunsky-0va1MYAcE-s-unsplash.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>This is the first story I've written in a bit. Apologies if I'm shaking off the rust. It's on the darker side of things, but if you look close, you'll find some light here, too.</p><p>NSFW, like usual. You all know what I'm about.</p><p>Thanks so much to Elle Largesse (https://twitter.com/mightytinygiant) for beta reading this story, and improving it dramatically. Thanks also to other beta readers who didn't wish to be named.</p><p>CW: shrinking woman, NSFW, sizes from ~five feet to a few inches, non-consensual, gas-lighting, emotional abuse, “hypnosis,” 24/7 Master / slave dynamic, crying, brief impact and breath play, light sexual pain, speech and language restrictions, implied Daddy Dom / little girl dynamics, unreliable narrator</p><p>One-shot, 4390 words</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><u>The Burden</u></p><p>by pseudoclever</p><p>I start to get antsy around five thirty. He’s on the train by then, probably. Almost home. I should do something to prepare, I think, but I'm already groomed, and I’m already dressed the way he wants. I finished all my chores hours ago. </p><p>They’re so much easier these days. </p><p>I end up pacing back and forth, wearing down a path in the living room carpet. Like a dog who knows it’s almost time for dinner. I’m not sure whether it’s Pavlovian Conditioning, or if he’s taking direct intervention this time. But I’m already panting for him, even before I hear footfalls on the front porch. My heart starts to race, my chest tightens, and I think how embarrassing it would be if this was just the mailman. Especially if they happened to look in the window. What would they think? That I’m just a very petite housewife with an odd sense of fashion? Or would they guess that something more strange is going on.</p><p>But then the key crunches in the lock, and the door swings wide. He’s there, in jeans and flannel. A big man. So big that my head doesn’t even reach his sternum. He smells of the day, and of the outside world. Fresh air, and casual exertion, and that particular brand of aftershave he always wears. They say scent is tied more strongly to memory than any of our other senses, and I remember that I loved him once. Before all this started. I still love him. It’s just hard to trust that feeling now.</p><p>Master gives me that knowing smirk, cups my cheek with his rough hand, and I’m a puddle. He straightens my toga for me, and strokes my hair. He asks if I’ve been good. I nod, and he smiles, and it’s like the sun finally coming out after a hundred years of darkness. </p><p>“Come sit with me,” he says, and hooks his thumb in my collar’s metal ring, the place he’d attach a leash if he ever needed one. </p><p>He tugs, gently. </p><p>I follow.</p><p>I wait obediently, with my hands clasped behind my back, the way I’ve been trained. He makes himself comfortable, unhurried, taking his sweet time. At last he pats his lap, and I was hoping for that, or at least it seems to me now that I was. But if I’m at all conflicted it doesn’t show. I climb up at the speed of instinct, like he’s tapped my knee with a hammer and I’m helpless to resist the impulse deep in my animal brain. I lay face down across his thighs. A month ago, when he asked me to do this, I needed his help. Or at least his patience, while I climbed up the side of a couch meant for someone five times my size. I’ve grown a lot since then. I’m almost big enough that the furniture seems built for me again. I’m still on the small side, but that just means I’m the perfect size for his lap.</p><p>He pets me, and I arch my back to meet his giant hand. My hair, my shoulder blades. The nape of my neck. This goes on for a heavenly eternity. I’m literally purring. But also, I’m biting the inside of my cheek. Hard. Trying to keep any sounds from escaping that are too encouraging, that would make him take this a step farther. Trying to remind myself not to get too excited, not to let his touch carry me away. </p><p>“You’ve been very good lately, kitten.”</p><p>I squeak with glee. My toes curl with pleasure. I bite down harder.</p><p>“You’ve done everything a Master could want, and more.” He strokes down the path of my spine, into the eager little cusp just above my tailbone. “Except.”</p><p>I freeze. </p><p>“Something feels a little…. Off. About your… appearance?” He chuckles softly, and gives my butt two quick taps. “Roll over.”</p><p>My body obeys before I can even process the command, and I’m staring up into his eyes, a deer caught in the headlights. He inspects me, and I don’t even dare to breathe. I hold completely still, except for the goosebumps, and how the pounding of my heart makes me shake a little. He lifts my chin with the tip of his finger. Makes me turn my head from side to side. Then runs his fingernail over my bare shoulder, down my chest, parallel to the line of the simple white toga that is my uniform. </p><p>He stops beside my hip, where the garment is tied.</p><p>“This,” he says, thoughtfully. “There used to be more fabric here. When I first made it for you. Didn’t there?”</p><p>I’m so scared I can’t even make my eyes focus. </p><p>I nod.</p><p>“As I recall, it didn’t fit nearly so tight on you, either.”</p><p>I say nothing.</p><p>“Hmph.” He stares off into the middle distance, looking displeased. Then. “Go get your tape measure.”</p><p>I’m off at once, scurrying through the house as fast as my little legs can carry me. God, where is it? He hasn’t asked to measure me in weeks. Did I leave it in the bedroom, or in my sleeping nook? I’m letting the front-of-mind task consume me. Because I already know what he’s going to find. </p><p>It’s beside the measuring wall, of course. I grab it, and I’m about to run back to him, maybe he’ll be merciful, but then I’m caught, just staring at this simple white wall with a dozen little pencil marks inscribed upon it. At a dozen heights I’ve been, each time he felt it worthy to note my size. I don’t remember any of it – the marks, or the sizes. Just a vague sense of something that happened once, like trying to recall a vivid dream two weeks after you’ve had it. </p><p>This wall is the history that he won’t let me remember. Some marks are fascinating, like the one around the level of my hip, and I can actually remember that one, because it’s when I started growing. Other marks I can’t even make myself look at, and that must be his doing, his manipulation. There’s one around my knee like that. And the one at the very very top, I can’t even bring myself to see out of the corner of my eye. Most are very far down. I’m caught up in horrified fascination, trying to forensically reconstruct my life from the stories this wall has to tell, and that’s when he comes up behind me. </p><p>Without a word he turns me. Presses me against the wall so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs, makes me lift my head and stand up straight. He marks off my height with a pencil, then shoves me out of the way, unrolls the measuring tape.</p><p>Master clucks his tongue. “Four feet. Seven inches tall.”</p><p>Neither of us say anything. His expression is blank, impossible to read. All at once he lets the tape measure roll back into its spindle, and the sudden sound and motion makes me flinch violently. But I don’t run, because where would I run.</p><p>“I’m honestly impressed,” he says, at last. “At how much willpower this must’ve required, to grow yourself back. You never could’ve managed it in the early days. I’d put you to bed, and find you smaller every morning. After I’d spent the whole night making you shrink. You were positively insatiable back then. Do you remember?”</p><p>He reaches down, touches the collar, and makes me remember. Pours the memories into my head, until they all but overwhelm me. The feelings rush in – embarrassment and regret and nostalgia, but those emotions are background. Mostly I feel the sick excitement that used to rule me. The delirious joy of being his, back when all this was new. </p><p>Even then, I knew what was making me smaller. I’ve always known, because it’s always been the same. I wasn’t just allowing him to do it to me. I was seeking it out. Prostrating myself before him, each night when he came home. Begging him to touch me, with gesture and action, because words were for big girls, and I was not a big girl anymore. Doing chores all day to earn his attention. Then presenting myself before him, like a poor little animal in heat. He’d touch me. And because of the rules he imposed, and the words he whispered into my collar, each time he pushed me to release….</p><p>I’d get smaller. </p><p>“You were so creative,” he drawls. “At finding all the ways we fit together. All the different things I could do to make you feel good, so you could get smaller. The experience of playing with you was so different, when you were three feet tall, instead of four. The same for two-foot-six… or one-foot-three. Always fresh, and always new.”</p><p>I can feel my cheeks burning, as I remember it now. Even when he spent all night, wringing every last drop of my essence from me until I was too exhausted to crawl to bed without his help, I still wasn’t shrinking fast enough. I needed more. I’d stay up late. Curled in my sleeping nook, far across the house, where he couldn’t hear my moans. And shrink myself smaller.</p><p>My head is spinning, my mouth is dry. I’m getting wet. Why do I like this so much? </p><p>No. This is his fault. He’s controlling me. Forcing me to like it. That has to be it.</p><p>“I never once saw you react to getting smaller with anything other than satisfaction, and a desire for more.” He pauses. “Except that one day. It broke my heart, to see you so miserable. I had to take that memory from you. For your own well-being. Do you want it back no, kitten?”</p><p>I shake my head no, the pigtails he makes me wear slapping me hard across the face. </p><p>“You cried.”</p><p>The bitter day comes into focus, memories rising out of the fog until they fill my vision. I try to pull away, but his hand tightens on my collar.</p><p>“I know. It was awful, wasn’t it?” His expression is sympathetic, but I can hear something else in his voice. “The day you were finally too small to take my cock.”</p><p>I felt frustration that day. Then it dissolved into anger, when I realized what I’d become. I couldn’t even be his fuck-toy anymore. I was something less, much less. And even as low as I’d become, I still wanted to be lower. I didn’t want to stop, couldn’t make myself stop. </p><p>He cups my cheek, and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. He hasn’t done this since we cuddled in post-coital bliss, and we haven’t done that since he could fit inside me. The simple affection of it – I can’t believe how much I’ve missed it, how badly it makes me want him. </p><p>I can’t think, I can’t think. </p><p>“I understand,” he whispers. Almost purrs, but predators can purr, too. “That’s why you were growing, wasn’t it? Because you wanted to be big enough for me. That’s why. Isn’t it, kitten?”</p><p>I realize I’m nodding. Of course. That was why.</p><p>He presses that thumb just a bit harder against my lower lip. I taste the salt of his skin, the familiar flavors of his body. It’s such a strong sense memory, this taste, and I can’t fight anymore. I let go of this pointless resistance. Open my mouth, just enough to take him in. And start to suck.</p><p>I cum almost instantly. Not a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm. A weak, pathetic thing, escaping from me like an almost-suppressed sneeze. It’s the first I’ve had in weeks. I’d almost forgotten what they felt like. But it’s not nearly as pleasurable as the sensation that comes next. A yawning, urging warmth, in the pit of my stomach, just beneath my navel. Spreading all through my body, like honey, until it fills me up, and then it pulls back, and I start to shrink.</p><p>He picks me up then. Cradles me like the helpless little thing I am, like he wants nothing in this world but to take care of me. Master carries me back to the couch, unwraps my toga. And starts to touch me. He leaves his thumb in my mouth so I can suck, so I can moan around him, so the neighbors won’t hear, because at my size I’m actually capable of being that loud. I’m on fire for him, want him so badly that nothing else in this world matters. I’d pay any price, give him anything. Give him everything – every bit of me. Until I’m practically nothing. </p><p>He goes slow with me. Pulls my strings like a puppet, plays with my desperation. He pushes me almost to the breaking point, then eases me back. Again, and again, and again. I whine up at him, look at him with soft, pleading eyes. I’m too big. I shouldn’t be big. I shouldn’t have tried to be a big girl, and I just want him to take it away again, make me pathetic like I deserve. I want him to fuck me and use me and tell me I’m good. I almost find my release four times, and each time he pulls away he laughs, and I whimper, I feel my sense of helpless need for him increase.</p><p>He’s rubbing the edge of my slit so gently. Pressing down on my pelvis with the heel of his hand. It’s enough, but barely, just barely, and he looks at me, lets me know with a tiny move of his eyebrows that he won’t pull away this time. I chase that sensation with everything I have. Every muscle in my body tenses to push. It takes so long, his hand is over my mouth to silence my screams, and when I finally push myself over the edge, when that orgasm comes, it’s an absolute revelation. I squirt like a geyser, soaking myself, and his jeans, and the couch, and a little bit on the wall. He grins, and massages my own juices onto my bare skin. Soaking me all over, getting it in my hair and on my face, my tits and tummy and toes. Baptizing me in my orgasm as I shrink smaller in his lap. </p><p>Master unzips his jeans. Eases his cock into view. It’s so beautiful. Already it looks so much bigger than it was yesterday, and getting bigger as I shrink, but not too big, no not yet. I spread my legs in anticipation, and touch myself. He lifts me. Makes me face away from him, fits my head just beneath his chin. His gigantic hands squeeze my thighs, and it feels good to be surrounded by him like this. He tells me to relax, not to hold my breath.</p><p>There’s pressure. I open my mouth and howl, and it’s good, but it’s so much. So much. I can feel every millimeter of him as he enters me. I realize I’m holding my breath, and it escapes in a sudden gust as the head of his cock forces its way past my lips, and I cum again before I can even suck in the air I’ve just pushed out. He holds me against his chest as I shrink, as my whole body spasms for him like I’ve been touched by a live wire. </p><p>He’s not even very deep inside me. Not even halfway yet. Just holding me a few inches above his lap, both legs dangling helplessly, as I shake and cry out for him. He doesn’t even have to move to make me cum again, but the instant I do he releases me, lets gravity pull me all the way down onto his massive member. And another orgasm starts, before the last one is even finished. </p><p>I’m shrinking fast now. I’ve never shrunk this fast. He must’ve done something with the collar, or else denying myself so long made it more powerful. My head is sinking lower against his chest, my feet sliding higher up his thigh. Master is stretching me more and more with each thrust, and I don’t ever want him to stop, but I’m cumming every few seconds and I know this can’t last. He’s already bottoming out, the gigantic head of his cock pressing against my cervix. He intervenes, lifts me higher so he can keep fucking me, keep the balance between pain and pleasure in my favor, but now I’m too small to take all of him, and he’s still getting bigger. I think about how he feels this enormous when he isn’t even all the way inside, and it pushes me to my next orgasm. It’s so much. But I can do it. I can keep going, I can keep going, my mouth foolishly tries to say, but all that comes out is a low animal howl, followed by a little mouse-hiccup as my body gives into him again. </p><p>He stops before I’m ready. Starts sliding out of me. It’s slow, and it hurts, but I can feel how gentle he is with me. There’s a feeling of gnawing emptiness and suddenly he’s all the way out, and I gasp and claw at him. Try to get him to put it back in. I feel so hollow without him, even as my groin aches and my hip flexors grumble with how far I’ve been made to spread my legs. I’m growling at him in inarticulate rage, and he clamps his hand over my mouth, throws me down on the couch, pins me. He jams his middle finger inside me, not bothering with ceremony, and starts to thrust, hard and fast and deep. It doesn’t fill me or satisfy me nearly as much as his dick, but it does the job. I shrink around him, and drool all over the inside of his palm. He finger-fucks me smaller, and after a few more orgasms I stop fighting to get back up on his lap, because it’s clear I’m too small to have any chance of taking his cock. It was such a brief summer, when I was the right size for him again, and it’s already over. </p><p>I become aware that I’m crying.</p><p>He picks me up, carries me to the bedroom. Letting my chin rest on his shoulder, supporting my butt. I’m clinging to him. He’s enormous. Three, four times my size. He’s speaking to me, but I can’t understand. He’s made me forget language entirely, or else I got too overstimulated to understand it anymore. It’s isolating and scary, and something inside me starts to twitch and thrash like a wild falcon in a too-small cage. But even this feeling can only escape me in one way, and my fingernails dig into his neck as I cum from the sheer adrenaline.</p><p>Master lies down in bed. Pulls the covers up to my chin. His voice is soft, soothing. It makes me relax. I don’t fight him when he starts to touch me again. </p><p>I’ve never been this small before. </p><p>He’s using just the pad of his smallest finger, and I squirt again, but I’m too tiny to make any kind of a mess. I’m still utterly soaked from the last time, when a much, much bigger version of me had a much bigger, and more significant release. Now, nothing I do matters. And it’s mattering less by the second.</p><p>Time loses all meaning, and the world keeps growing. My body, assaulted by pleasure, unable to resist him even in the slightest. Now I’m too small for his finger. He lifts me, presses me to his face like some hors d'oeuvre. He savors me with his tongue, moaning in satisfaction. I grasp his beard in my fists as I cum, using him for leverage so I can grind my white hot sex against the rough texture of his tongue. And again. And again. Until he’s supporting me with just the tip of his thumb, and I think if he doesn’t stop I’ll break...</p><p>He stops. Grasps me between two fingers. And pulls me back so he can inspect me.</p><p>I’m not his maid anymore, at this size. There isn’t a single household task I could accomplish. I’m not his pet either - though the collar has shrunk with me, as it always does. Am I even his toy? If so, what use could I be to him at this size? I’m not even as tall as the fingers that hold me. </p><p>He grins. That titanic, terrible face, that I adore beyond all others. Even beyond myself. </p><p>Master is pleased with what he’s done.</p><p>Yet. I’m not happy. And I’m sure it shows on my face. Because he frowns, too.</p><p>“Remember,” he drawls. “That mark on the wall? The one that was very, very high?”</p><p>No. Please no….</p><p>It floods back in an instant. Memories, from my old life. The numbers come first. Six foot four. Trapped in a body I hated. Always the wrong shape, like I didn’t fit in my own skin. Intimidating to everyone around me, ignored or ridiculed by anyone I wished to draw close. Master. Though he wasn’t Master back then. He was the first one who understood. He loved me, he said. And always would, in any shape or size. </p><p>A mysterious little shop I found. A collar. I presented it to him. Explained how it worked. We made an agreement. </p><p>I was scared, at the end. A part of me too proud to let go. He promised he’d take that burden. Carry it for me, as long as he could.</p><p>I kissed him. We said some words together. </p><p>I don’t know if any of it is real. It feels real. It always does. But this memory is so visceral. The relief so sharp in my mind, as the collar fastens without a clasp around my neck. The way his voice shakes on his first tentative commands. That first time I shrink. Riding atop him, the inches blessedly, gloriously leaving me. </p><p>If it isn’t real, then it’s the fantasy I’d choose. </p><p>It’s gone, quick as a wink. I was thinking of… something. Whatever it was, it’s beyond me. I only know that I’m smiling up at him. And Master looks so, so proud of me.</p><p>“There’s my good little kitten. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”</p><p>I don’t know what this means. But it feels good when he calls me good, so I nod at him, and blow him a tiny little kiss.</p><p>He lowers me. Lifts the covers, navigates my miniscule body through the dark cavern beneath his blankets. Something smells so, so good, and I sense what he’s about to do, just before he thrusts me inside his soft cotton boxers. I’m laughing, and grinning, the happiest I can ever remember feeling. </p><p>I set to work. He’s already hard, and from the way he quivers at my touch, he’s been on edge for a very long time. I can feel a giant vein thicker than my thigh, and I squeeze it between my legs, and his pulse quickens. In the darkness the head of his cock lifts, throbs gently, and I can smell something new. It’s pungent and sweet and good. It fills me with such love for him that I don’t know what to do with myself.</p><p>His moans are earthquakes. His exhalations a distant hurricane. I can feel the heat coming off him as he gets closer to the edge. And I try with all my might, but I’m too small for him. Not strong enough, and even with my best efforts I know I’ll never, ever be able to get him off. I feel useless, but it’s a good feeling somehow. Because there’s a simple joy in an impossible task, when it fulfills your purpose just to do your best.</p><p>Finally, Master helps me. Thrusts himself into the dark, and with one divine hand, he squeezes me, and he squeezes himself. Once is all it takes. Just at the last moment his thumb flicks, and he pops the head of his tree trunk cock outside of his boxers, away from me, and this is smart, so smart, because I want to lie with him after and not worry about clean-up. And then he’s cumming. </p><p>He’s throbbing and bucking beneath me, and I hold on for dear life. My grip fails me. I’m thrown from the top of his cock where I’ve been riding, into the slack space of his boxers. I slide down, thrashed about like a ship in a storm, finally I come to rest underneath him. In the dark I feel the massive weight of his shaft pressing me down, and I don’t fight it. He’s so heavy, and it’s hard to breathe, but the weight is good. It’s only the tingling sensation in the back of my neck that tells me I’ve just had an orgasm of my own, that I’m shrinking for him. But in the presence of such majesty, how could I do anything else?</p><p>We lie together. His breathing slows. He softens, bit by bit. The sound of the blood rushing out of his fading erection is the perfect white noise. It’s warm, and comfortable here. I’m safe.</p><p>He sleeps. As I start to drift off myself, I consider how small my world has become. I could live my whole life upon him, beneath him. He is my world now. But that was true even when I was much, much bigger. How much bigger? Is a scary question, and I’m suddenly grateful that I can’t remember the answer, even if I tried. </p><p>Something else occurs to me. It’s the last thought before sleep takes me. If he’s my world, then I am his, too. Because in every single memory I have of him, everything he has done has been for me. I’ve had many roles for him, at many different sizes. But always he has done more for me than I could ever do for him. </p><p>I’m his burden.</p><p>But if that’s true, he doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the contrary. And it’s so nice to let yourself be carried, sometimes. </p><p>So I decide. If I’m a burden, it’s a good thing I’m so tiny. That makes me much easier to bear.</p><div><br /></div>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-88401581916830336962022-08-31T15:00:00.000-07:002022-08-31T15:00:08.741-07:00A Place to Call Home - Finale<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYFU2-H9u8_qeIFcVUD2N_l2se-X0wLH3SjQRCB8gwC2fqgjunSsB5-H-JqZcL3flHS08Nv2oVLPpVjNguIQ0aRrF5Eol03XvF-RpwLA31ybSNJa5GWwIhEZKi3v1z3_YBOPXEkTyd19bCHOdyUWWGwmvFep9lmdLq1jt0oP9rgWR9CSdF6O2dTQc/s4256/nasa-Q1p7bh3SHj8-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2832" data-original-width="4256" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYFU2-H9u8_qeIFcVUD2N_l2se-X0wLH3SjQRCB8gwC2fqgjunSsB5-H-JqZcL3flHS08Nv2oVLPpVjNguIQ0aRrF5Eol03XvF-RpwLA31ybSNJa5GWwIhEZKi3v1z3_YBOPXEkTyd19bCHOdyUWWGwmvFep9lmdLq1jt0oP9rgWR9CSdF6O2dTQc/w545-h362/nasa-Q1p7bh3SHj8-unsplash.jpg" width="545" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /> </span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, constriction, difficulty breathing, the most unhinged thing I've ever written</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">11.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow cupped her hands around her mouth. “Hey mom? There’s a bunch of people on the front lawn. They don’t look happy.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I know.” The sixty foot giantess chuckled. The vibration of it rumbled all the way through my body. “I can see them from up here. What a bunch of little voyeurs. Whatever happened to the right to privacy?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What are we going to do?” Brianna asked. She sounded scared.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Mommy has it handled, girls. Just don’t wander off. I wouldn’t want to lose you.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Both women looked like they had more questions, but mom didn’t give them a chance. She moved urgently. Pressing me against her giant slit, purring like a feline in heat. My cock had grown a lot since I’d last fucked her, but she’d grown a lot more. This time I slipped inside with no resistance at all. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">If I thought all the eyes on her, including her own daughter, would make her self-conscious, I’d have been sorely mistaken. She howled with unabashed lust, using both hands to thrust my length deep, deep inside her. I had no control over it whatsoever, and could only press myself exactly where she wanted me. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It might’ve felt like she was using me. Like an object, or a sex toy. But there was something far more connected and loving in this. The way she rubbed her thumb against my back, cradled my head with her palm. Angled me to grind against the top of her sex. Not going too fast or too slow, but pacing it for my pleasure as well.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I grasped the pearl of her clit with both hands. Rubbed the fist-sized nub for all I was worth. And was rewarded instantly as she squirted. A deluge. Soaking me, raining down to the ground below. I felt my skin prickle, felt her cum make me grow. Fast. She suddenly needed both hands to support me, as my cock grew bigger, and longer inside her. For just a moment she actually became tight again, her inner muscles pressing against my shaft, desperately squeezing and pulsing as she tried to accommodate me. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I came hard, and her body utterly exploded in size. Making my meager growth utterly insignificant. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Through it all she kept thrusting me inside her, as she grew, and grew, and grew. Her juices soaking me from head to toe. Keeping me strong, keeping me hard. She massaged me against her muff, her lips stroking me, tender and feather-light. I came at least twice more, and she never broke her rhythm for even a second. Just moaned her approval. And swelled bigger.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">At last, when she was big enough, she repositioned me. Placing my feet against her entrance, gently pressing her giant fingers on my shoulders. With some friction, I slid inside her. First up to my thighs. Then up to my cock. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">For a moment she was still too tight, and I could go no deeper. She pressed a gargantuan thumb as thick as my thigh against my back. And massaged my ass in a slow, sensual circle. Pressing upward, forcing me to fuck her. I came again. And as she grew, she kept pushing on my shoulders. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I got a fleeting view of the neighborhood, from at least a hundred feet up. The long line of cars with flashing blue lights, the gathering crowd. But then she let me slide the rest of the way inside, and the world as it concerned me was gone.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">All was darkness, except for one small portal of light at the opening to her sex. She smelled so good, tasted like sweet syrup. I writhed inside her, and her body thrumed around me. Her powerful muscles squeezed me everywhere, making me gasp and fight just to breathe, but it was good, so good. I felt safe, and cherished inside her pussy.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">There was a sensation like being on a very fast elevator, and I realized she was bending. “Come here girls,” she rumbled. “Let’s all get together before mommy gets too big. I wouldn’t want to lose little things like you. Besides, you two look like you could use a snack.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I felt her straighten. A moment later, my stepsister and my girlfriend moaned in unison, the sound like someone tasting something impossibly delectable and sweet, but coming from very far away. I could imagine the two of them. One at each of mom’s breasts. Drinking. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Something pressed against my face suddenly, forcing me out of the way. A foot - then a thigh. A hard body rubbing its way against me, until I was face-to-face with Brianna. Our naked bodies squeezed together in impossibly tight confines, as close to each other as was physically possible. I must’ve been growing faster than I realized, because the two of us were almost normal height to each other again. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She stared at me in the dimness. I felt hurt at the way she’d treated me. Unsure if she’d forgive me for cheating, or if I could forgive her. Her expression was hard to read. But beneath her own uncertainty and surprise, I saw softness. And whatever else, I knew at least one thing was true.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I love you,” I said.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I love you too.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We kissed. Clung to each other desperately, fueled by relief and by need. We barely had time to enjoy our reconciliation however, before our privacy was shattered. Willow gave a yell as her mom pressed her inside, forcibly shoved between us by a finger the size of a sedan. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She gave me a dazed look, then smiled sheepishly. “Well, fancy meeting you here, Shrimp.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I opened my mouth to point out that Willow was back to being the smallest one of the three of us, that she didn’t even come up to my shoulders. But then the two girls moaned, and started to grow.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“She just fed us,” Brianna grunted. She was a head taller than me. Then twice my size. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow nodded, her eyes unfocused. “It was a lot of milk. We’re going to get really, really big.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The already constricting space grew tighter, and tighter. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What are we going to do?” Brianna whimpered.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">But I already knew the solution. I let my slick body slide down between the two of them. My skin lubricated by mom’s juices, I managed to squeeze down between their breasts. Slipping lower. In one hand, I took Brianna’s giant cock. The other, I thrust between Willow’s legs. Both girls gasped. Then began to rock in time with my motions as they grew. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Brianna came first, her cum spurting from her utterly gigantic dick. Splashing on my face, running in thick streaks down my chest. Willow was right behind, clutching my giantess girlfriend with both arms, her whole body shuddering madly. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I start to grow. Caught up. Surpassed them. My shoulders shoving them apart, as they sank down beneath the level of my chest. Yet as fast as their orgasms made me grow… they made mom grow even faster. And soon, her pussy was almost roomy.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We started to touch each other, as mom’s cavernous folds expanded around us. It happened in a mad delirium, like a fever dream. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I had a half-sized Willow pinned bodily against the floor, my giant tongue lapping between her thighs, while Brianna sat on her face. My girlfriend bared her teeth savagely as she ground my tiny stepsister beneath her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Both girls were tiny in my lap, massaging my titanic cock between their breasts, while they kissed each other passionately. I spattered all over them and they grew impossibly fast. Doubled in size again and again, until they towered over me like twin goddesses. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow was using me like a dildo. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Then I was using her like a cock sleeve. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Brianna sat on my chest, her thighs so big and thick that I couldn’t move. She came in my mouth until she was so small I could fit her in the palm of my hand, and squeeze her against my throbbing girth.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">But no matter how much we grew, the space around us only continued to expand. Everything we did, feeding mom’s growth. Our love for each other, translating into love for her. And, if we ever started to tire for even a moment, our entire world would shake. Glorious nectar would rain down as mom pushed herself into another orgasm. And we would celebrate by fucking each other with renewed vigor.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was behind Brianna now. Grasping her hips, lifting her halfway off the ground as I pounded into her sex. Brianna, in turn, had her arms around Willow, thrusting her massive girl-dick into the smaller woman, jackhammer quick. My little sister was face down against the slick muscle of her mother’s sex, gasping and groaning and telling us she was close. When at last we came, all three of us in unison, we grew together. Until we lay panting on the floor. The frenzy, at long last leaving us.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">After a time, we rose together. In the unearthly stillness, the three of us took each other by the hand. And walked together to the opening of mom’s vagina. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The still-throbbing bud of her clit hung above us. It was the size of a city bus, and a hundred feet above. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Far, far below, the world was misty beneath a curtain of clouds. The ground beneath was in darkness, but at our altitude, the sun was just setting over mountains in the distance. I could just barely make out structures beneath, only the biggest visible at all. Here and there were little blue flashes of light, and the shine of emergency spotlights. There were the spires of office buildings. They looked pathetically small. Not even the size of toys. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">There was an irritating mosquito-whine sound, and after a moment I spied a formation of fighter jets below us. These were closer, somewhere above the clouds. But even they looked insignificantly small and far away.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“How big do you think we are?” Willow breathed. She sounded scared.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Brianna shook her head. “I don’t know.” She scrunched up her face, trying to do the math. I imagined her measuring the distance between the brightest flare of lights. Distant cities, each hundreds of miles away. Calculating angles, taking into account the curvature of the Earth. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“We’re a couple thousand feet tall. At least. Possibly a lot more.” Brianna shrugged. “It’s hard to say. We won’t know unless we go down there.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“And mom?” I whispered. “How big is she?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She shrugged. “God only knows.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">From high above, a voice spoke. Shattering the heavens. The voice of the new divinity of this world. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Explore as you wish, children. A good mother always has one desire above all others. That her children grow up, to be whatever they want to be.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">An impossibly large hand came down. It cupped against the edge of her vulva. Offering us a ride to the waiting world below. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Just remember,” mom spoke. “No matter how big you get, you’ll always have a place to call home with me.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-4394203793677545952022-08-29T15:17:00.004-07:002022-08-29T15:20:28.857-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 10<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaYj0gv2WeXGGjpXi5LBePMDZzOmTUwXzmxT7l67UkmeAb_IuZOjGr-LiEzwYu3LZ5IntA-xoRiwXDqoU3tJWuh0L8JxNIcINkcDJDaapvdM36p0S15vEwWNGuRuXxUX8Ng5M8hf7ch0PZY_19Ae-vfTyHDqyWGlurKrs9QcVjWZHPkC08VxWYS3b/s5616/rowan-heuvel-bjej8BY1JYQ-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3744" data-original-width="5616" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaYj0gv2WeXGGjpXi5LBePMDZzOmTUwXzmxT7l67UkmeAb_IuZOjGr-LiEzwYu3LZ5IntA-xoRiwXDqoU3tJWuh0L8JxNIcINkcDJDaapvdM36p0S15vEwWNGuRuXxUX8Ng5M8hf7ch0PZY_19Ae-vfTyHDqyWGlurKrs9QcVjWZHPkC08VxWYS3b/w517-h344/rowan-heuvel-bjej8BY1JYQ-unsplash.jpg" width="517" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, step-mom sexy stuff, milk, female growth, muscle growth, breast growth, cock growth, male growth, destruction, mention of a girl with a cock, consequences</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">10. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Mom was so big that she had to belly crawl to the back door. Her fingers crunched effortlessly through the floorboards as she moved. Her size and strength leaving casual destruction in her wake.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I watched as she tried to figure out how to fit through the double-paned patio door. The top of my head was actually a little higher than the dining room table, so I was maybe three and a half feet tall. After how small I’d been between her legs, this felt absolutely gigantic.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Maybe if I just. Hm. What if I… no, that won’t work either.” She sighed. “Oh well. Mommy’s going to have to knock this down door. Get under cover, sweetie.” A bicep as big around as a grown man’s waist flexed absurdly, and she lay an open-handed slap against the top of the doorframe. I didn’t think she’d hit it that hard, but it simply exploded in a spray of wood and glass and concrete, taking a significant portion of the side of the house along with it.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She grinned at me sheepishly as the room filled with dust. “Looks like mommy doesn’t know her own strength. Better let me carry you over that rubble. Wouldn’t want you to get a scrape, sweetie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Outside, she set me down at her feet, and stretched to her full, gargantuan height. The sun was just beginning to set. Orange and purple light played off the hard crevices and soft curves of her body as she arched her back, working out little kinks in her muscles. The top of her head was well above the second story window. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What a nice night,” she remarked. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yeah.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Around us, lights were flicking on in neighboring houses. Silhouettes of people staring out their windows. Gawking at the fifteen foot giantess, standing naked and shameless in suburbia.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What now, sweetie? We could catch up for a while. Enjoy each other’s company. I’m too big to get back in the house, but we can let that be a problem for later.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I gestured at the windows around us, and all the onlookers. “Something tells me we don’t have long before someone comes to visit. We’re going to have to answer some awkward questions.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Let them come.” She smiled almost innocently. “I can be a very good hostess.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I shuddered. Something about the way she’d said that was absolutely terrifying. Even if I knew she’d never harm me. “Maybe we could figure out a way to get you back to normal size. Or, um. At least small enough to put on clothes.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Mom put her hands on her knees, and lowered herself into a squat. Dropping her butt to her ankles, bringing her giant face almost down to my level. I could see the subtle signs of age on her body - laugh lines at the corner of her mouth, tiny wrinkles around her eyes. Yet after her growth spurt, she practically glowed with vitality. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">When she spoke, it was low. Pitched for my ears alone. “Do you think you can make me smaller, John? Can you want that badly enough? If so….” She gestured vaguely down at my cock. Not as big to her as it had once been. But big enough to do the job.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I looked up at her, considering the question, as her beauty and majesty filled my vision.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No,” I said finally. “I can’t want that.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Neither can I.” A finger as big around as my forearm began to stroke a smooth path up and down my thigh. Paralleling the curve of my dick. “You were right though. We’re going to have company soon. I’m big, John. Bigger than I ever dreamed. But not big enough to handle all the attention we’re about to get. So. It looks like the only way out… is up.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I laughed in disbelief. “You’re serious? You want to get bigger?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She massaged my thigh between her thumb and forefinger, working in a slow, seductive circle. “Tell me you don’t want that, too.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I ached all over from a long day of sexual exertion. I’d already had three orgasms, something I hadn’t done since I was fourteen. My hips and abs still hurt from when Brianna had slammed all her weight down while she was fucking me on top. My thighs and arms burned from pushing a cock half the length of my body into my mom. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Yet. The way she looked at me - pleading and adoring. The size of of her. The knowledge that I could make her even bigger. I could feel myself, impossibly, trying to warm up for round four. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My eighteen inch cock unfurled, hanging almost to my ankles. It slowly started to thicken. But I was exhausted. There was just no way I could get all the way there.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I can help with that,” she whispered, as if reading my mind. “Let me feed you. I can make it hard again.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My tired cock gave a little throb. “You still have more milk? Even after both Brianna and I…?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She nodded. “When I grew, I could feel it welling up inside me. Filling me again. Almost too much. You gave it to me, I think. I feel like I’m about to burst, John. The sensation… you have no idea. It’s a yawning, stretching feeling, all through my chest. My nipples are so sensitive, it’s all I can do not to moan with every little gust of breeze. My breasts… they both feel like they’re perched right at the edge of an orgasm. I want to let it out so badly..” She sighed lustilly, the force of it blowing back my hair. “I think. If we both desire it. There’s no telling how much milk I could make for you. It could go on forever.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">In the distance I could hear police sirens.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Come to me sweetie. Let me feed you. Let me make you hard again. So you can help mommy grow for you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I didn’t hesitate. I reached up with both arms. And let her pick me up.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She was impossibly strong. Probably strong enough to bend a steel girder without breaking a sweat. And I was so small that I didn’t even come up to her knee. Yet she was beyond gentle as she cradled me to her chest. She hummed soothingly, and directed me where she wanted. Her thumb touched my cheek, turned my head toward her. And I took the largest nipple I’d ever seen into my mouth. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her cry of pleasure split the night, rattled windows, as a firehouse stream of milk shot down my throat. More than I could possibly drink. It splashed down my body, soaking my chest and thighs and cock. I gulped down what I could as far more of it soaked the rest of me. Again, my body filled with power, and potential. My fatigue melted away. In seconds, I could feel myself getting hard again. Then growing longer, thicker than ever before. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She pulled her nipple from my mouth, and lifted me higher. Toward her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks flushed. “I want you to cum in mommy’s mouth,” she ordered. No longer bothering to keep her voice down. Her bottom lip teased my dick, and she smiled. “Don’t hold back. We don’t have much time. Cum really hard for mommy, okay sweetie?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I nodded. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Somewhere nearby, voices were shouting.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Mom braced one hand under my ass, another behind my back. Then helped me drape my legs over her hulking shoulders. She opened wide, and took me in with a low, guttural, “Ummph!” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Brianna had always given enthusiastic oral, but mom was just in another league altogether. She must’ve had a lifetime of experience at giving blowjobs. I couldn’t have resisted even if I tried. She ran her lips over me, swirling her tongue around the ridge at the crown of my penis. Nibbling on the sensitive spot just beneath the head, then growling as she sucked me as hard as she could. Even at her size, my length completely filled her mouth. I was big to swallow all at once. But this didn’t present her a problem at all in getting me off.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was past the point of no return in ten seconds. Screeching with pleasure, I shot my load. My fists grasped her hair, and I hugged her as hard as I could with both arms wrapped around her head. She groaned with satisfaction, and swallowed every last drop. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Mommy started to grow.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I felt a sense of vertigo as she carried me higher. My view rose past the gutters. Then over the top of the house. Beyond. I knew I was growing too, might even have been normal sized again, but there was just no way I was keeping up with her, and no way I wanted to, either. Soon I was so small to her that she could hold me by simply wrapping both giant hands around my waist.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My erection was just barely starting to wane, my refractory period kicking in, when she lowered me to her breast again. I obeyed her silent order, closed my lips around a tit the size of my fist, and began to suckle. Milk flowed. Even more than before. I drank. And my strength returned.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The very moment I was fully hard again, she pulled me away from her chest. Her tit exited my mouth with an audible ‘POP.’ I grasped for it, reaching, trying to get more of her wonderful milk, but she was already lowering me. Sliding me down her milk-slick abs. Carefully positioning me between her bulging thighs. Spreading her legs wider…</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">As she got me in position against her titanic sex, I happened to look down. There, at least thirty feet below, were Brianna and Willow. My girlfriend and my stepsister. For the barest moment I felt embarrassed, that they’d caught me in such a comprising position. I worried how much worse this would make things between Brianna and I.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">But then I saw that the two girls were holding hands. And staring up at us not with shock, or anger. But with wonder. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could tell they had both grown from their time together. Willow’s chest had ballooned past double-D’s, and Brianna’s girl-cock hung flaccid three quarters of the way down her thigh. They were both quite a bit taller than the ten foot height they'd been the last time I'd seen them. Even so, they didn’t even come up to mom’s knees anymore.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’m glad you’re here, girls.” Mom’s voice echoed from the surrounding hills as she spoke. She looked down at the three of us from high, high above. Just barely able to see us over the tops of breasts the size of minivans. “I think it’s time we had a family meeting.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-51263775569885589782022-08-27T09:50:00.003-07:002022-08-27T09:50:55.908-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 9<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaefwSHWMTvStiahunVPb0IpNvAaKLM42mltckIb0sGRgfop2LjxBmLZUvk09oh8kiSfle88ci1TIC3Z_1OVT6kCAoU3ek1yrehTMeEHYSZWtEyQfCMoAZg2jdT-CVdJQpWB-fYAbBWA9NUxAOGbJtOIzNrSpszb54Y3rWUzyQZAJ2yCfrSOCEh_xV/s5417/brian-suman-vdbq-iiyvGY-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3611" data-original-width="5417" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaefwSHWMTvStiahunVPb0IpNvAaKLM42mltckIb0sGRgfop2LjxBmLZUvk09oh8kiSfle88ci1TIC3Z_1OVT6kCAoU3ek1yrehTMeEHYSZWtEyQfCMoAZg2jdT-CVdJQpWB-fYAbBWA9NUxAOGbJtOIzNrSpszb54Y3rWUzyQZAJ2yCfrSOCEh_xV/w531-h353/brian-suman-vdbq-iiyvGY-unsplash.jpg" width="531" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /> </span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, stepmom sexy things, milk, nurturing, female growth, breast growth, muscle growth, male shrinking, male growth, cock growth, in the top 5 for most unhinged sex scenes I've ever written</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">9.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Megan - mom - stroked my chest idly with one giant finer as she considered the question. “John. I am seven feet, four inches tall. I weigh six hundred and fifty pounds. There isn’t an ounce of fat on me, except for two very obvious exceptions.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She leaned down a little, letting the weight of her massive breasts fall on my body. I felt soft, pilant flesh completely surround me from neck to ankles. So heavy I could hardly move. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow from a flat-chested, five foot one housewife, into the woman you see before you?” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No,” I whimpered, struggling to free myself under the weight of my mom’s boobs.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Three days.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She straightened, and I gasped with relief. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’ve helped Willow grow into a proper young lady. She was shorter than I was, and now she’s too big to even fit in the house. Brianna outgrew me in just one session. I’ve been a giant, muscular amazon for three months now. But in all that time… I haven’t gained a single inch of height.” She sighed wistfully. “I just adore helping those girls get bigger. As big as they want, as long as they’re happy. But. It’s so nice having someone small enough to fit in my lap again. The fact that it’s you, John? Even better. So, yes. I think you’re right to be worried. If you drank my milk, well. I confess I might have trouble wanting you to grow back.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">So it was true. If I couldn’t find the desire to get back to normal, and mom couldn’t either, that meant I was stuck small. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Something else about her story was nagging at me. “You haven’t been able to grow at all? Have you tried, um… self-induced….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Have I tasted my own milk?” She laughed, and gave me a conspiratorial wink. “So. So much of it. I was drinking it for weeks before Willow ever tried it. I’m delicious, you know. And I wasn’t lying when I said it’s quite an aphrodisiac. Oh, the lovely evenings I’ve had, locked alone in my bedroom. I’m not quiet about it either. It’s a wonder no one’s called the police. But it hasn’t changed my body in the slightest. Self-love is a wonderful thing but… it has its limits.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">All this talk about her milk, while lying cradled in her arms. Not even half her size. The perfect height to be held. To be fed. Despite the danger, my stomach rumbled. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I leaned in closer, pressing my tummy against hers. Allowing myself to act on instinct. I ran my tiny hand along the top of her sundress, where it barely covered her left mammary. I stroked, and the fabric slipped lower as my fingers brushed over it. “Were you trying to get me to sleep with you earlier? When I first got home?” My voice came out dreamy, far away. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yes.” She stared down at me with an expression of want, and of hunger. “It’s been so long since I got laid, John. I’m too big and intimidating for the singles circuit, and anyway I don’t want anyone new in my life. I was going to feed you. Grow you bigger. Get you too turned on to think. And let you to fuck the daylights out of me. Then ask you to keep it a secret from your girlfriend.” She touched my cheek. Subtly turning my face toward her nipple, still covered by a silky layer of fabric. “Does that make me a bad person? A bad… mother?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Two feminine voices echoed down from upstairs. My sister, and my girlfriend. Moaning as one. Edging toward the first of what sounded like many climaxes. The question of whether this was wrong felt silly, and very far away.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My hand closed, and deliberately pulled down on mom’s dress. Exposing more of her soft, creamy skin. The fabric slipped until it hung supported by nothing more than one giant tit. One more tug and I would see it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“You’ll get smaller.” It sounded like half warning, half pillow-talk. “I won’t be able to stop it. Having you small like this is driving me crazy and… and we shouldn’t, sweetie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Sweetie. The word was like music when she said it. It made me melt inside, made me want to never leave her lap. It was a word of power. Like the word Willow had said, over and over. Planting itself inside me, controlling my desire….</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And suddenly I knew what to do.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I looked earnestly up into her eyes. “Can you keep calling me that?” I whispered. “Mom?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Understanding bloomed in her eyes. “Yes, sweetie. No matter what, I’ll never stop.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her giant hand closed over my tiny one. Together, we pulled down her dress. And with the slightest flex of her bicep, she pulled me to her breast.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her nipple was fully hard. Aching for my lips as badly as I ached to have it in my mouth. I kissed around her areola for a moment, felt the rough skin bristle and stiffen with my attention. “Sweetie,” she cooed. “Please sweetie, don’t make me wait any longer. I want you so bad, want you to drink. Please drink mommy’s milk, please sweetie….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I slipped her enormous nipple into my mouth. Nibbled lightly with my teeth. And started to suck.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She growled in approval as her milk practically sprayed down my throat. A geyser, an eruption. The pressure of it forcing its way down my throat without the need for me to even swallow. Her body trembled with the pleasure of release as she held me, and I curled myself to match her contours, wanting to be as close as possible. She pet my face as I drank, looking down at me proudly. “That’s it sweetie. Drink for mommy. I love you so much sweetie. Sweetie. Sweetie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could feel myself starting to change. There was heat, and a yawning, questing sensation between my thighs. My cock grew until it pressed against her hip, and mindlessly, I started to thrust. She let me grind against her, saying our special word over and over. Then all at once her giant hand turned me, made me lay flat across her lap, so she could wrap her fingers around my hard-on. Still feeding me as she started to jerk me off.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My body flushed with pleasure, so much of it all at once that I felt like I would explode. Her milk splattered from my mouth as I moaned, and I lapped the spill greedily from her breast, not wanting to lose a drop. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her nipple was getting longer and thicker, forcing its way down my throat. I was shrinking. Fast. Faster than with Willow, faster than with Brianna. Losing inches as my giantess mommy stroked my cock, and I gulped down her honey-sweet milk as fast as I could.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“It’s okay. Mommy is here, sweetie. You can get smaller, and I’ll keep you safe. Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. All you have to do is drink, and let me touch you, and feel good. Shrink for me, if that’s what you want. I’ll take care of you no matter what. That’s it, that’s it sweetie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I made myself focus on our word. Sweetie. It was different than that other word. Shrimp. Sweetie could mean ‘small’ too, though that was just part of it. It also meant precious. And loved. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Love was complicated. And it could spread. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was still drinking her milk, my lips squeezing her gigantic tit, urging more of her into my mouth. But her nipple was no longer getting bigger, and I was no longer shrinking. Even my cock had stopped growing, though it was more than half the length of my body now, and so impossibly heavy. Instead of those changes, I could feel something else happening. My body filling up. Brimming with power.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Mommy?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yes sweetie?” She met my gaze, her eyes attentive. Ready to meet my every need. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Can you lay back on the couch please? I want to fuck you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She nodded, already doing as I asked. Lifting me as if I weighed nothing at all, lowering me between her legs. “I’ll do it,” she whispered. “You’re so small. Just hold still, sweetie. I’ll do all the work.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No,” I said. “I want to do this for you. Let me give back this time. Okay, mom?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her eyes widened. But then she smiled, and that smile lit up her face like a rising sun. “Of course, sweetie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She set me down between her legs, in front of her cavernous sex. I breathed in the heady scent of her pheromones, and took a moment to appreciate her. Even this part of her was athletic and toned. I could see the little muscles of her labia flex in time with her breath, see her clit pulse with anticipation as she watched me. I’d shrunk so much. Probably not even a foot and a half tall. I could put my whole arm inside her, and not come close to filling her up. But I had something bigger than my arm.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">With an effort, I hoisted my colossal erection, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. She groaned, and made a frantic little come-on gesture with her hand. “God sweetie, I want this so bad. Hurry, I need you. Please… please…!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I took a deep breath, and pressed forward for all I was worth. The crown of my penis pressed against her slit, and she moaned. But then I felt myself pushed away. She was just too tight, my dick too heavy for me to move. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She reached out to help me, but I held up a hand. I wanted to do this for her. Mom looked uncertain, but then lay back, spreading wider. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I repositioned my legs, got some leverage. I sank my little hands into her washboard abs, getting a grip. The grooves and crevices fit perfectly around my fingers. I’d been rock-climbing once, and her chiseled six pack was as firm a handhold as any I’d used.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">When I thrust this time, I did it with every muscle in my body. My thighs, my arms, my hips and core. I felt wetness beginning to spread down my penis, her essence making me slick. The first millimeter slipped inside her, and hot nectar poured down my thighs.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sweetie. Sweetie. Oh my God. Oh my GOD!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Milk began to leak from her breasts, dribbling down her massive mammaries in thin little rivulets. Her hands flailed, her eyes squeezed shut. I was shaking with the effort. She was so impossibly tight. I could feel every little muscle massaging me all the way down as I entered her. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Half-way inside, I got my feet under me. Took several deep, steadying breaths. And braced for the final push. Her moan rose higher, and higher. Until at last I got myself all the way in.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I tried to pull out again, wanting to get a rhythm going, but I could only manage a couple inches. Even that small movement was enough to make her gasp, and for tiny squirts of milk to spray from her tits. I went with it. Rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her moans got louder, and louder. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sweetie. Sweetie.” She panted. Saying it again, and again. The sound building in tone, toward a crescendo. I felt my own release approaching a point of no return. I tried to fight it, wanting to get her off first. Her clit was there. As big as a cherry, and ripe for the plucking. I wrapped a hand around the little bundle of nerves, massaged, and she started to buck wildly beneath me. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sweetie! Fuck. I’m going to, going to…!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I cried out in ecstasy as I came, but the sound was lost beneath her howls of pleasure. Milk spurted crazily in all directions. Soaking me, soaking the couch. My monstrous cock throbbed inside her, filling her up with what felt like gallons of cum, until it leaked out around hips, pouring down my thighs.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I braced myself for what came next. If I was going to shrink, so be it. As long as my size went to her. I’d give every last inch to this woman, who loved me so deeply.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My mother began to grow. Lolling her head back, drinking in the sensation. She smiled from ear to ear. At last getting the size she wanted, and deserved. I watched it happen. Feeling accomplished. And proud.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And suddenly I realized, I wasn’t getting any smaller. I was growing! Not nearly as fast, or as dramatically. Nor was I getting any additional effects as far as I could tell. Mom’s breasts were billowing and swelling, her already tremendous biceps and shoulders growing harder than rock. None of that was happening to me. I was merely keeping pace. Fulfilling our mutual wish for her to grow. Yet staying big enough that I could still be her sweetie. Still be with her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The couch groaned beneath us, then all at once shattered into splinters. And still mom’s body stretched out along the floor. Her legs knocking over furniture, her back pressing against walls. Until she almost filled the room. All the while, she never took her eyes off me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We lay together as it finally stopped. Dust fell from the ceiling. The house creaked dangerously with each breath she took, but otherwise everything was silent. Even the two women upstairs had apparently stopped to listen.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The fifteen foot giantess smiled gratefully at me. Took me from between her thighs. And spent a long, long time kissing me. Very, very thoroughly. When at last she finished, I was dazed and disoriented, and completely covered in her saliva.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I could use a little fresh air, after all that couldn’t you?” She winked, and set me down on the floor. “Let’s go outside.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-62765133062581676332022-08-24T15:18:00.004-07:002022-08-24T15:18:57.355-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 8<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mx6yOSTWdMOOxGNvbpWaxF4aDeD2zSI_V01Xvtkhip8dwTKFrkt14j8NNiXphJtOU22-FyWF20ZKfyZPX4qat0f3cj1_EUIg-ANLDMqlxIDdBIQ9qvPGAFEO8QN_Vv8V9iRzySlMmY3mv-YuRJZEmWTqEIFUyPeAMW52hyCjHCjXYidhrdNxI1Wz/s6538/eiliv-sonas-aceron-_8bnn1GqX70-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6538" data-original-width="4359" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mx6yOSTWdMOOxGNvbpWaxF4aDeD2zSI_V01Xvtkhip8dwTKFrkt14j8NNiXphJtOU22-FyWF20ZKfyZPX4qat0f3cj1_EUIg-ANLDMqlxIDdBIQ9qvPGAFEO8QN_Vv8V9iRzySlMmY3mv-YuRJZEmWTqEIFUyPeAMW52hyCjHCjXYidhrdNxI1Wz/w381-h572/eiliv-sonas-aceron-_8bnn1GqX70-unsplash.jpg" width="381" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">CW: NSFW, humiliation, physical restraint, overt cheating, mommy-doming, lady with a dick for the first half</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">8.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna stalked forward, drywall dust falling in her hair as her back scraped the ceiling. Her new cock bobbed angrily with each step, pointing toward me like a dowsing rod. “Hold him down,” she snarled. “Pin his arms.” </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-18f25a41-7fff-a87b-9575-dd055f87e100"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepsister obeyed, pressing my wrists against the back of the couch, hardly needing any strength at all. “You’re in for it now, Shrimp.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My giantess girlfriend - if she even was my girlfriend anymore - loomed over me. She watched me struggle against my stepsister with a look of savage glee.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Brianna,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to cheat with Willow. We didn’t even sleep together, she just gave me a handjob, I….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna pivoted her hip, and I felt something firm and wet smack against my cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to stun me to silence. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She’d just slapped me with her cock. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Grinning with satisfaction, the giantess grabbed my shirt at the collar, and effortlessly tore the garment from me. Beneath her enormous fingers, it came away like tissue paper. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The giantess bent, leaned in, and put her own gigantic erection side-to-side with mine. The head of it pressed on the crease of my hip, as my own cock rest against the top of her leg. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I was so stunned, it took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing. She was comparing. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Measuring.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I shook with terror, ashamed at how much this was turning me on.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She took her time, carefully lining us up together, her thickness gliding against mine. I bit my lip as her cock brushed along my length, a shiver of pleasure running through my body. I wanted to moan, but was too frightened of what the two ten foot giantesses would do if I seemed to be enjoying this. The tip of her penis pressed to the base of my shaft, and I felt her wetness begin to spread down my balls. It was close, very close. We were only off by half an inch, but….</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Mine’s bigger.” She stood slowly, letting her shadow fall on me. Her eyes burned with triumph. “Mine’s bigger!” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan gave a patient nod. “Good for you, dear.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brinna grinned. She reached down, and gave me a demeaning little pat on the head. “Poor little Shrimp. Right back where you started, huh? You’ve always been too small for me, and now even your new cock is outclassed.” Her gaze lifted. “But speaking of size. I know someone who’d be a perfect fit for me.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Wha. Me?” Willow sounded taken aback. “Um, wow. That’s… very flattering. I’m not usually into girls though?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“‘Usually’ being the operative word?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Um… m-maybe.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“There aren’t many girls who are hung like me, Willow.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepsister laughed nervously. “Um. T-that’s true.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna stood, and the house shook as she moved to join Willow. She put her enormous arm around her shoulder. The two were almost exactly the same size. “You know what it feels like. When you drink your mom’s milk. How you get so fucking horny you can hardly see straight. What do you usually do, after she feeds you?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Run upstairs so I can touch myself.” Willow’s voice was very small. She almost sounded shy.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Well. Don’t you ever want company when you do that?” Brianna had her arm around Willow’s waist now. Stroking along the curve of her hip. “I bet you haven’t been touched that way since you started to grow. Wouldn’t that be nice? To have someone who’s big enough to satisfy you? Someone who knows how to touch a lady like you?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Willow nodded emphatically, saying nothing.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Good. Well I’d very much like a partner myself just now. Someone who can measure up. And since you already seduced John, it seems only right that I should get to fuck you for everything you’re worth. Call it, balancing the equation.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepsister turned until she was chest to chest with Brianna. Her arms wrapping around her midsection. “Okay,” she whispered. Her hand started to drift lower….</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Not here, girls. I just had new carpet put in.” Megan was still seated comfortably in her arm chair. She looked relaxed, but there was no doubt she’d just used her Mom Voice.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna froze at once, her lips an inch from Willow’s. “Fine. But we’re going to take the Shrimp with us. He’s going to sit in the corner and think about what he’s done.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“No.” The word came out flat, and did not invite argument. “He’s going to stay here with me, so we can have a little chat.” My stepmom made a dismissive gesture toward the stairs. “Go on girls. Have fun. Try not to break the bed.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The two giant women hesitated, looking at each other uncertainly. But then Willow took Brianna’s enormous hand. Nervous, but grinning from ear to ear, she tugged her toward her bedroom. “Come on.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The ten foot women smiled happily at each other, forgetting all about me as they crawled up the stairs on hands and knees, one after the other.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan came to stand at the foot of the couch. She utterly towered over me - not as big as Brianna, but somehow even more intimidating. Especially as I sat tiny and naked on her couch, my dick still fully hard and impossible to hide. She hadn’t entirely put her dress back on, and the fabric around her right breast was so loose it could fall off at any moment.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“May I sit down?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I nodded meekly.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She sat. Close enough that I could feel the heat of her body, see every crevice and sinew of her thighs.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">For a very long time, neither of us said anything. After a while I realized she was waiting me out, forcing me to be the one to speak first.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Do you think Brianna will ever stop hating me?” I whispered. Upstairs, we could hear the floor creaking. Moans beginning, soft and low.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Of course she will! She’s mad, don’t get me wrong. But my milk wouldn’t have worked on her if she didn’t love me, and she only loves me by proxy. Through you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I considered this. “But she didn’t have to be so mean. I said I was sorry. And Willow’s the one who forced herself on me. It’s not fair.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan laughed, and put a giant hand on my shoulder. “Can you explain that?” She pointed toward my still-hard mega cock. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I winced, trying hopelessly to cover it with my hands. “I-I don’t know! It started to grow when I ate the cookies, and then…”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Not that. I know why it grew. Any young man would want to have a bigger penis. Especially with a girl like Brianna.” She pulled me gently against her body, until my hip pressed against hers. I could’ve resisted if I wanted. I didn’t. “I meant to ask, why did your penis get hard when she was being mean to you? And why is it still hard?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Upstairs, Willow giggled. Something heavy fell.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My throat felt very dry. “When Willow… when she, um. Touched me….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“When she gave you a handjob. That was when you first got smaller, right sweetie? And she grew?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My cheeks felt like they were on fire. This was so humiliating to admit to my stepmom. “She was already big, and I guess I liked it. And… when she touched me, she started to say this word.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Shrimp?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My dick gave the tiniest little throb.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“She said it over and over, and I liked how big she was. And I… I….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh sweetie.” Megan hugged me tighter. Her sculpted arm pressed into my cheek, and my face plushed against the side of her titanic breast. “I’m so proud of you!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Proud?” My voice was muffled against her pillowy flesh. “Why proud?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Because you learned something about yourself today. You have a kink! Two kinks actually. You like bigger women. And you like being humiliated.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I do not!” I huffed, pushing myself away from her. “This is just some trick Willow played on me!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh John, you really are oblivious aren’t you? Poor boy.” Megan sighed. She took a deep breath. When she looked at me again, she was suddenly a different person. She scowled dangerously, eyes narrowing. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Stop that pathetic whining this instant, little man, before I show you just how much of a shrimp you really are. I was going to be nice to you, but I see that’s a lost cause. So mommy’s going to do things the hard way with you. Now get up on my lap so I can give you the punishment you properly deserve.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Before I even knew what was happening, I was crawling into her lap. My body obeying her words and tone even before I consciously understood them.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan laughed. She laughed so hard, she wiped tears from her eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry sweetie! I couldn’t resist. It’s been so long since I’ve used my Mommy Dom voice. But do you see what I mean?” She pulled me the rest of the way up into her lap, cradling me, and squeezed me against her chest. At my size, each breast might as well have been as big as a beach ball. And much, much heavier too.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I felt terribly small, and terribly embarrassed… but I didn’t hate either of those feelings. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She held me. And I let her. Relaxing in her arms. It was strange. But with her so much bigger, and after everything I’d been through… it just felt good to have someone so powerful, comforting me this way.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">There was still an incredibly important question. It took me several minutes to work up the courage to begin. “Um, can I ask you something Megan?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Only if you call me, ‘mom.’”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">And this felt like the hardest thing yet. I stared up at her, as she held me completely enveloped in her strong arms. Her expression was calm, affectionate. But I could see how much it would mean to her if I could do this.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Mom,” I said. Trying out the feel of it in my mouth. I said it again, a little more surely. “Mom.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She looked so happy she could burst. “Yes, sweetie?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Do you think you can help me get back to normal size? I don’t want to stay a Shrimp.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Of course I can! You saw how much Brianna grew, didn’t you? Well. There’s plenty more where that came from. In no time at all, I could have you towering over me. Maybe even bigger than Willow.” She gave her mammary a sensual little rub, and smirked down at me. “So how about it? Is mommy’s little man feeling thirsty?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My body practically vibrated with need, my breath coming out in shuddering little gasps. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">But I shook my head. “Being small makes me so hot,” I whimpered. “If I drink your milk… and I keep thinking about how good it feels, how much I like… that word Willow said to me. Won’t it just make me even smaller?”</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-74677077725050688792022-08-22T14:44:00.000-07:002022-08-22T14:44:05.916-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 7<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFzx8JCxUVB0quSycl7t2POlHBzo7gtQQJ1zovwfkHOVOPvh5MjVmCipcCXH7954WqZ1_QWvOMmjYX0fgbnbwTHOGZ0mUjKJnKzJZ6OZjQSYxXfghFAr4a_RJlkWpjVFFzIx1g5JBtssNECZ3g4Sr5lQ3nqaBdsxUU1OIKqTngleIvTdbycjV8oaI/s5184/anita-jankovic-c7PT4PZMcNA-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFzx8JCxUVB0quSycl7t2POlHBzo7gtQQJ1zovwfkHOVOPvh5MjVmCipcCXH7954WqZ1_QWvOMmjYX0fgbnbwTHOGZ0mUjKJnKzJZ6OZjQSYxXfghFAr4a_RJlkWpjVFFzIx1g5JBtssNECZ3g4Sr5lQ3nqaBdsxUU1OIKqTngleIvTdbycjV8oaI/w565-h376/anita-jankovic-c7PT4PZMcNA-unsplash.jpg" width="565" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">CW: NSFW, milk, more intense humiliation, female growth, girl growing a cock. If this last one bothers you, I suggest you skip the end of this chapter, and the first half of the next</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">7.</span></span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan gave my girlfriend a coy smile. “Alright dear. Why don’t you tell us what you have in mind?”</span></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-b01a8ba0-7fff-321e-fea1-8962b4072d55"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Gladly. First let me ask you a question. Do you love me?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepmom coughed. “Beg pardon?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You told us love is a complicated emotion,” Brianna said. “So I believe I can say, in all honesty, that I love you Megan. I’ve seen you try to be a good mother to John. Seen you show him affection and compassion, beyond what he deserved, no matter how many times he rejected you. Even when his dad was still alive, you filled a hole in his family. Though he was too dense to notice it.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I tucked my knees up to my chin, suddenly feeling very small and alone as I sat on the couch. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“So,” Brianna went on. “Even if we aren’t family. I love you for that.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan stood, wordlessly. Extended her arms. And pulled my girlfriend into a gigantic bear hug. The two enormous women fit together strangely, given their extreme dimensions. But they made it work. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I think I love you too,” my stepmom said, as she held the smaller woman close. “I know you aren’t a part of my family, but I’ve always wondered if that would change someday. I’m sorry if John takes you for granted. He’s a good boy. Just a little oblivious sometimes. I’ve seen you care for him, in ways I always wished I could.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna laughed. “Interesting choice of words. Be honest. Were you trying to seduce him earlier?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan said nothing. She blushed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I’m not mad. We have the kind of relationship where we sleep around. Apparently.” My girlfriend gave a disdainful sniff. “Step-relations included.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh!” My stepmom shot a glance at Willow. “Ohhh.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Willow rolled her eyes. “Yeah well. I kind of got off on being bigger than him. And you should’ve seen the way he was looking at me!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“We’ll talk about this later, young lady.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“So!” Brianna interrupted. “Getting back to science. You said it was your milk that made Willow grow. Tell me, exactly, how that works.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh my.” Megan covered her face, giggling nervously. “You’re going to make me say it?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“It was an accident the first time!” Even Willow sounded embarrassed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“How do you ‘accidentally’ drink someone’s breast milk?” I asked quietly.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“She left a glass of it in the kitchen!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan sighed. “I still don’t know why you decided to drink out of an untended glass.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You left it next to a plate of cookies!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I get horny when I’m baking. I didn’t want to run all the way upstairs to get my pump. Anyway, it was </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">warm! </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That didn’t give you a clue?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna stepped between them. “But ever since that first time?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The argument ceased at once. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“It’s just… more intimate to drink it directly,” Willow said in a small voice. “And fun.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan smiled dreamily. “Plus it feels really, really good.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I was hoping you’d say that.” Brianna reached up, and put her hands on my stepmom’s shoulders. Her voice dipped seductively. “Then. I would like to drink you. Mom.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The muscular woman looked shocked. “I… um. Wow.” She giggled, then shrugged. “Okay.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Brianna,” I whined. You can’t be serious. Don’t do this. She’s my stepmom. Plus it might shrink you, or….” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Shut up, little man.” She didn’t even bother looking at me. “I’m testing something. If I’m right, we might be able to get you back to normal size. And I might even find a way to forgive you for cheating on me.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I curled up into a ball. “At least go someplace private!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Nope. That’s part of your punishment. Don’t interrupt me again or you’ll regret it.” Brianna turned her back on me, addressing the two larger women. “Alright, here’s my theory. Megan grew, got stronger, and curvier, because she wanted to be a good mom. I’d say she has the ideal body for that. Even </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> want to call her mommy, and we aren’t even related.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan smiled. “Why thank you dear. And may I say, it gave me a little shiver when you said that word.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna shot her a wink. “Your milk made Willow grow, because that’s what you wanted for her. No offense, but she was, um, rather petite the last time I saw her.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“John wasn’t wrong when he called me a shrimp,” Willow admitted. “But why did I only get bigger, and not strong and curvy like mom did?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Because I wanted you to have to work for it, dear.” My stepmom paused. “And, if I’m being honest, I still wanted to be sexier than you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Mother!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan ignored her. “Then you and Willow got more beautiful… because John wanted that for you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“He wasn’t the only one who wanted that,” Brianna said. “I was always jealous of those magazine girls he has pinned on his wall. So maybe that’s part of it.” She finally turned to look at me. Her eyes locked onto mine, her expression frigid. “And John got smaller, because on some level, he likes being a scrawny, little shrimp.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I tried to sink into the couch cushions, wanting to do anything to hide from Brianna’s accusing gaze. It was awful. Because deep down, I knew she was right. Seeing these women tower over me. Hearing Willow saying that word, over and over in my head. Shrimp. Shrimp. Even thinking about it now, I could feel my arousal starting to stir.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna continued to stare at me for fully ten seconds, making me drink in my own shame. At last, she turned away. “So here’s the plan. Are you ready for a milking right now, mom?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan grinned, already unhinging her bra. “Keep calling me that and there’s no telling how much milk you’ll get.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Then. What I want you to do. Is think really, really hard about that love you feel for me. And about how much you want my theory to be right. How much you want me to prove that intention is what drives these changes. I’ll do the rest.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepmom nodded. She sat back in her easy chair, and patted her lap. “Come here, sweetie. I’ll take good care of you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I’ll be in my room,” I said. “Let me know when you’re done with all this.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The house shook, and suddenly Willow was there. Kneeling behind the couch, pinning me down with nothing but the tips of two gigantic fingers. “Uh-uh little bro. Brianna said watching this was part of your punishment. You’re not going anywhere.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“What about you?” I shrilled. “You’re the one who seduced me in the first place!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I’m sorry, all I hear is, ‘Squeak Squeak, I’m a horny little mouse boy, please make me smaller, I sure hope my big sister doesn’t sneak in my room tonight and jack me off. I’d shrink again, which I hate….’”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Hush dear, you’re distracting mommy.” Megan slipped one sinewy arm out of the strap of her dress, and reached around to unhinge her bra. The breast that tumbled into view was the size of a small watermelon. The first few inches, closest to her sternum, had a perky elasticity to them, supported by her well-toned pectoral muscles. Further away the pillowy flesh surrendered to gravity, giving way to a tapered, tear-drop shape. Her nipple was a deep magenta, the color of an overripe strawberry, and it had to be as big as her thumb. It was already erect, and looked like it would squirt milk at the slightest touch.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna sat in my stepmom’s lap, suddenly a little shy. She leaned in, and very gently kissed the larger woman. Almost as if she was asking for permission for what came next. Megan smiled, and rest her hand on the back of my girlfriend’s head. Easing her down. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I did my absolute best not to get hard. But it was a losing battle. Especially with my titaness stepsister looming over my shoulder, breathing hot on my neck. My shirt began to tent slowly. Fully hard, it was going to be a third the length of my entire body. Impossible to hide.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My girlfriend gave Megan one last timid look. Then took a deep breath, and closed her mouth over the gigantic nipple. At once, both women moaned. My stepmom tenderly cradled her in place, as Brianna began to suckle. Her throat worked, as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The changes happened almost immediately. Brianna’s trench coat grew tighter around her shoulders, falling open as her body expanded beneath. She bent further, and further as she grew, trying to keep her mouth locked over my stepmom’s nipple. Megan’s brow furrowed in pleasure, a silent ‘o’ of ecstasy painted across her full lips. She helped my girlfriend strip down before the coat ripped to shreds around her, then eased the growing woman down to the floor, making her kneel in front of her. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepmom hugged her close, both arms wrapped around her head. Moaning, arching her back in time with her motions. Brianna’s giant hands dug savagely into the armrests of the chair. She matched Megan’s size in a matter of seconds, and only continued to grow bigger with each little suck. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Behind me, Willow leaned down. “See that? Your girlfriend is out of your league now. She’s never going to want anything to do with a little thing like you. But I bet that’s turning you on, isn’t it? Knowing how pathetic you are to her now. Well don’t hold back on us, Shrimp. Let’s share with the class.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I whimpered helplessly, as my giantess stepsister lifted my shirt. Cool air touched my shaft, and my phallus twitched and swelled. In a moment it reached its full, thirteen inch length. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Megan’s eyes flicked toward me for a moment, widening slightly. My girlfriend, it seemed, couldn’t have cared less.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna kept growing, moaning with each little gulp of milk. Her voice grew deeper, stronger, more tinged with need. Until at long, long last, she pulled her head away from Megan’s tit. Milk dripped freely down her face, and over her chin. She blinked, disoriented. Then she threw back her head, and let out a howl of desire.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh, I should have mentioned,” Megan said, breathlessly. “Growing from my love tends to be… kind of an aphrodisiac.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“That’s fine by me,” the giant woman rumbled. She wiped her mouth, and turned to glare at me over her shoulder. Brianna was too tall to stand in the living room, but she did so anyway. Bending low, her back and shoulders pressed hard against the ceiling. Then she turned toward me, and I gasped. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Between her legs, where the jewel of her clit had been, was a gigantic, gorgeous cock. It bobbed in time with the beat of her heart, almost glistening in the low afternoon light.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She looked down at herself, and gave a nod of satisfaction. “Good. It worked.” Her voice sounded powerful - bassy and deep. “I think we can consider the experiment a success. Thanks for your help, mom.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Any time, dear.” Megan lay back in her chair, looking exhausted but pleased.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Brianna,” I squeaked. “You grew that on purpose? Why?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She gazed down at me like I was nothing more than an ant beneath her feet. She huffed, her cock giving several needy little throbs. An absurd amount of precum dribbled freely from the tip, dripping onto the carpet below.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“God damn. I’ve never been this horny in my entire fucking life. And I know exactly what I want to do first.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The house shaking beneath her, Brianna began to advance toward me.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-69766938168164451002022-08-18T14:53:00.004-07:002022-08-18T14:53:49.291-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 6<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">CW: hiding an act of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">infidelity</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> with a step-sibling, milk, genre-aware trolling~</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">6.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are you okay to drive without your glasses?” We were in the car again. Driving back the way we came, on the way to my family home.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah. It’s weird. I can see just fine now. Ever since I… you know. Got bigger.” Brianna leaned down lower in her seat, hunching up behind the wheel. “The only probably I have is this stupid little hatchback.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I wish I could trade you problems.” I looked down sadly at my feet. They dangled high above the floor. I could barely see over the dashboard, and I was too small to even get the seat belt around my shoulder.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My girlfriend gave me a sympathetic smile, and returned her eyes to the road. It was hard to even look at her now. She was so beautiful. Tall and curvy. Beyond perfect. And I was so pathetically tiny. If I stared at her too long, it made me feel worthless. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was another danger, too. She was so hot. Busty, athletic, and sexy. Add in her height, and she was the perfect representation of the kind of girls I like. I could hardly keep my libido under control in her presence. If I gave in, and we had sex again, who knew how small I’d get?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My stepmom was sitting on the porch alone. Waiting for us. She was wearing the same floral dress she’d greeted me in, and her hair done up in a tight bun. I’d forgotten how enormous she was. Way more than Brianna. Don’t get me wrong, my girlfriend was big. But Megan… it was as if someone had turned all the sliders up to maximum, and then just kept going. Her gigantic arms, absurdly large breasts. A tiny narrow waist above massively voluptuous hips, balanced on sculpted tree-trunk thighs. Her body might as well have been built from the collective fantasies of every fourteen year old boy in the world. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My stepmom’s eyes went wide as my girlfriend stepped from the car. Brianna had explained the situation over the phone, but apparently seeing her transformation was still shocking. Then Megan’s gaze fell on me, and she covered her mouth in horror. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The three of us stood on the porch together. Sizing each other up. Brianna wore the only thing that fit her - a long brown trench coat that used to come past her knees, and now fit more like a short skirt. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t get it to close all the way. I was in my old t-shirt, and nothing else. It was so long that it scraped the ground when I walked. Brianna had pointed out one of her shirts might fit me better. I had declined.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two women utterly dwarfed me. The top of my head was well beneath Brianna’s hip, and not even halfway up Megan’s thigh. I was two feet eleven inches tall - numbers courtesy of my girlfriend. I really was a shrimp now. But even Brianna, who was an even six foot six, was almost a head shorter than my stepmom. And their figures? Well. There was just no comparison. Megan probably weighed twice as much, and her muscles, chest, and ass made Brianna look practically scrawny.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Come in, both of you,” Megan said. “There’s a lot I have to explain. I’d offer you some milk and cookies, but after everything that’s happened, that’s probably not the best idea.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Some tea might be nice,” Brianna said. “Do you have green?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are you kidding me?” I hissed. “Don’t take anything she gives you. She slipped me a shrinking potion once. She could put it in anything!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan’s lower lip quivered, and for a moment I thought she was going to cry. “No John. I didn’t slip you anything. At least not on purpose. But you’re probably right. Neither of you should take anything from me right now.” She held the door wide, ducking under the frame. “Please, come in. The neighbors already stare, but we don’t need to make a spectacle.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My stepsister was waiting for us in the living room. Willow sat slumped against the wall, arms folded behind her head, her posture clearly saying she had better things to do. She was the biggest woman in the room - by height, anyway. She had to be over ten feet tall, too big to stand even with the high ceilings. While she was much taller than her mom, in other departments, Megan and Brianna had a clear advantage.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Willow raised one eyebrow at me, as Brianna and I entered together. Her gaze shifted from my miniscule form, to my girlfriend’s new and improved physique. “Wow, nice one bro. Three guesses what you two have been up to.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Brianna gave her an inquisitive look, but said nothing. She helped me up onto the massive couch, and the two of us sat together. My stepmom took the easy chair across from us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well,” Megan said. “There’s a lot to tell. I’m not sure where to begin.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I scowled at her. “Start by telling us what’s causing this.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’ve got to have some kind of matter transference device,” Brianna said. “Or maybe you’re shifting us into parallel realities, where we’ve always been this size. It’s got to be remote controlled, utilizing nano-robotics. Or small enough to hide inside a cookie, at least.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No way,” I said. “This isn’t science. I bet her whole family belongs to a coven of witches. There’s probably a secret size-changing chocolate chip recipe that goes back generations!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Willow let out a long, explosive sigh. At her size, she could really play up the whole teenage exasperation thing. “You idiots. I only told John it was the cookies because that was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard of. Put two and two together, and look at mom for like, half a second. Big busty muscle mom, with runaway hormones. And you shrink after she feeds you milk and cookies? It’s not the cookies. It’s the milk. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> milk, specifically.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My blood went cold. I stared stupidly at my stepmother. “You mean….” I swallowed, shook my head, tried again. “That milk you gave me. To wash down the cookies. It… came from you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan looked deeply embarrassed. “Willow… isn’t entirely wrong. That is, in fact, what made her so big. But what I gave you this afternoon wasn’t </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">my</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> milk. I’d never trick you into drinking something that came from my body, or try to force this on you against your will. That would be atrocious. What you drank was plain old 2%, from a carton I bought down at the Piggly Wiggly.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">We all sat in silence. Even Willow seemed stunned. “So,” I said, in a tiny voice. “What’s causing it?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan shrugged, the gesture making her biceps bulge impressively. “Love.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Love?” we all groaned in unison.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s bullshit!” Willow shouted. The floor creaked loudly under her massive frame as she leaned forward. “Then why did I grow that first night, the time I drank your milk by accident?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And why did </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">grow after John and I were, um, intimate together?” Brianna put in. “You were miles away at the time.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And why did I shrink, when Willow….” I trailed off. Everyone in the room turned to stare at me. “...when she teased me.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Brianna narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. She shot a glance across the room. Willow was leaning back with a self-satisfied smirk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Because love is complicated,” Megan said. “And because, when you give love to someone, they’re likely to spread it around.’</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Willow rolled her eyes. “Mom, this is some kumbaya horse shit….”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Language.” My stepmom sighed, looking very tired, and very vulnerable. “John. When I married your father, I only wanted to be part of your family. To have you be part of mine. But you were already a teenager, and I guess you didn’t want that. When your dad died, I….” She paused, taking a deep breath, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check. “I spent every night thinking about how I could make us a family. I loved you, and I wanted you to know it. Wanted you to feel like you could have a home here. And day after day, as I thought about how badly I wanted that… my body started to change.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are you trying to say that what made you grow in the first place, was the power of positive thinking?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">She bit her lip. “I don’t know. Call it that if you want. I asked the universe for an answer, and this is what I got.” She gestured down at her hulking form. “It was my milk that made Willow grow, and I thought it was as simple as that. But now I’m not so sure. John, when you and Brianna made love… I think your strong feelings are what fed your size into her.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“But why now?” Brianna asked. “It’s not like it’s the first time John and I have… you know.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My stepmom paused, considering it. “I think it actually was the cookies. I made them with love, and I wanted you to feel that. And as I said, love… spreads. I’m a little surprised they had such a strong effect on you, though. Even as much feeling as I put in them, it isn’t as if they came from my own body. The way it does when I feed Willow, or when the two of you had sex. And I don’t understand at all how Willow took your size if she was just teasing you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Brianna stood up suddenly, the couch shifting alarmingly beneath me without her weight. She spared me a quick, cold glance. I could see the hurt behind her eyes, even as she tried to keep her expression neutral. She was a smart girl. Smart enough to figure it out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It still seems like the active mechanism behind this still isn’t clear. The reason the three of us grew, but in different ways. Or why John got smaller, while the part he cared about most continued to grow.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Megan blinked. She looked suddenly interested. “Something of his grew?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Brianna snorted a laugh. “Don’t worry about it.” She walked over to where my stepmom sat, her hips swaying in a slow figure-eight pattern. She put her hands on the arms of the recliner, and brought her face down to within inches of Megan’s. “Anyway. I have a hypothesis. And I propose we do an experiment.”</span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-35024171384505907262022-08-15T14:47:00.003-07:002022-08-15T14:47:39.184-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 5<p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPL7hhLZSY4BHojyhygVqr_Zs1vIbkx5Bx2hS4eSyGnvswSp_vuaS5BibatLp_6pidrvOra63qki_Yd8-RrSkUGg96NELXdMXyfgDBJf7AvI7pHaZaW3MuuxCfQ6shcT1nM1cPFCNO7I7aAaR11bMQwGzfcpo6nY-agpNSQcnZyuM9v9kwR0RCYYWA/s5151/charlesdeluvio-YF8cn3GDDC0-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3211" data-original-width="5151" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPL7hhLZSY4BHojyhygVqr_Zs1vIbkx5Bx2hS4eSyGnvswSp_vuaS5BibatLp_6pidrvOra63qki_Yd8-RrSkUGg96NELXdMXyfgDBJf7AvI7pHaZaW3MuuxCfQ6shcT1nM1cPFCNO7I7aAaR11bMQwGzfcpo6nY-agpNSQcnZyuM9v9kwR0RCYYWA/w526-h327/charlesdeluvio-YF8cn3GDDC0-unsplash.jpg" width="526" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">CW: NSFW, rough body play, female growth, male shrinking, cock growth, breast growth, beautification</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">6.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna had me stand against the wall while she looked for her tape measure. She shuffled through a pile of discarded circuit boards, muttering to herself. My girlfriend moved differently when she was in her element - a cool confidence about the way she navigated her space. She’d only moved out of her parent’s house a few months ago, but I wasn’t surprised to see she’d already made this place her home. Or that she’d filled it with old electronic junk. Seeing her like this, it really seemed possible she might help me find a cure for my shrinking.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Ah-ha!” She held up her palm-size tape measure, grinning triumphantly. She seemed incredibly excited, and suddenly I had an idea about why. My girlfriend loved data. Finding a number and assigning it to reality - this was the way to make my new situation real for her. But in a way that was safe, understandable. Almost intimate. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">God, it was practically foreplay.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She leaned in close to me, rolling out the measure. Her breast touched my shoulder, and slid casually down my arm as she bent. “Let’s see. You are… four feet, five inches tall.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I slumped. That was even shorter than I feared. Brianna was five four. My girlfriend was almost a foot taller than me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna smiled gleefully, until she saw the look on my face. She touched my chin, made me look her in the eye. “Hey. I’ll help you. We’ll fix this. And even if we can’t, like you said. It might just wear off.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Thanks.” I was suddenly so grateful for her. “You sure you’re okay with having a boyfriend who’s… such a shrimp?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Shrimp, I thought. Shrimp, shrimp…. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Of course I’m okay! You’re super cute like this. Plus it’s nice being the big one for once. It makes it easier for me to take care of you.” She pursed her lips. “Why? Does it feel okay for you? Having me so big?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Yes,” I said, a little too quickly. My cheeks suddenly felt hot.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She gave me a knowing smile, and bent down slowly until we were face-to-face. “Oh. I’m guessing you see some upsides. Huh?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I nodded meekly.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Smirking, she put her hands on my shoulders. She pressed, gently but firmly, and easily pinned me to the wall. The weight of her chest fell on me, the soft swell of her breasts on my throat. Heavy. But nice. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Her lips brushed against mine. “Is this okay?” she whispered.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Yeah,” I squeaked. My head spun as blood rushed between my thighs. My oversized cock, starting to come awake.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Good.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She kissed me. It was tender, and careful at first, as though she didn’t want to overwhelm me. I did my best to respond, pressing my little lips against hers, meeting her tongue with mine. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Things quickly got out of hand. Brianna moaned into my mouth, and shoved me harder. Her giant lips completely covered mine, hands and breasts and body holding me in place as she had her way with me. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride, and that was okay with me. There was something so impossibly sexy about Brianna taking control. Especially when she was so clearly into me. She loved me, and I loved her. That hadn’t changed. But now, with her size. The sense of mass as she leaned against me. How much more powerful she was. I felt intoxicated with it. I couldn’t get enough.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Eventually she slowed, and lifted some of her weight off me. Panting, she rested her forehead against mine. “Sorry. I got a little carried away.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“It’s okay.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I’ve been pent up I guess. It’s been months. I bet it’s been hard for you, too. Not having anyone around.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I tried not to think of my stepsister, or the way my cock still ached a little from her handjob. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Yeah.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Anyway,” she drawled. “That was just a warm-up. Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. I’ll show you just how much I missed you. You’re too small to… you know. Be in me. But there are plenty of other ways we fit together.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I gave her a wicked grin. “Actually. I was thinking the first thing I wanted to do, was fuck you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She frowned. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. Trying to find a way to diffuse this without hurting my feelings. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The size of my cock had been a soft spot in our relationship. No pun intended. She never said anything, of course. But I knew my lack of endowment was a disappointment to her. She was always gently suggesting I go down on her, or use some new toy she’d bought. Offering to tit-fuck me, or give me blowjobs - subtly trying to avoid intercourse. After I’d shrunk so much, she probably thought sex in the conventional way was out of the question. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She sighed, and took on that tone that meant she was trying to soothe things over. “Honey.…”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I let my pants fall around my ankles. And lifted my shirt.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Brianna gasped.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Yeah, I forgot to mention. When I got smaller, at least one part of me… didn’t.”</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was on her knees in an instant, staring at it in wide-mouthed wonder. “Oh my God, John! It’s beautiful. It’s </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">huge! </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Can I. Um.” She blushed. “Can I measure it?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I nodded.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Hands shaking, Brianna pressed the tape measure against my thigh. I was still hard from our makeout session, and even I was impressed by how big it looked on my tiny frame. It was longer than my forearm, from elbow to wrist.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Nine and three quarter inches,” she breathed. “You only used to be four and a quarter.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“How do you know that?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She didn’t answer, as she focused on her work. I moaned softly as she wrapped the measure around my shaft, pulled it taut. “And five and a half in circumference at the base. That means the diameter is… is… oh hell I can do the math later. I need you in me, now!” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The much larger woman grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me toward the bedroom. I had to run to keep up. Her bed was covered in junk - books, laundry, a laughably large dildo. I got a little thrill when I saw it was a bit smaller than me. She grunted, shoving it all on the floor, and started to strip as fast as she could.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">In just a few seconds she stood before me, completely naked. It was a body I knew so well. The little freckles around the tops of her breasts. The black curls of her pubic hair. Her legs, long and skinny and cute. At this size it looked completely different. Almost intimidating.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She helped me out of my shirt, practically tore it off me really, and pushed me toward the bed. “Lie on your back. I’m going to ride you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I wanted to be on top. But I wasn’t going to argue with a girl who outweighed me by fifty pounds, and who was probably a lot stronger than me, too. Besides, the way she told me exactly what to do was really hot. So I hoisted myself up onto her bed, and lay down in the center.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She was on me at once. Towering above me as she spread her thighs, using her fingers to open her labia. Running her hand between her legs, making sure she was completely wet. It looked practiced, as though she was used to taking in things as big as me. She pressed the head of my dick against her slit, and started to work me into her. Slowly and carefully. I felt pressure, and weight. She was warm, and smooth. And for the first time ever, tight.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She grit her teeth, eyes clenching shut. Despite her impatience, she knew not to force things too quickly. It took a really long time. I went in by the fractions of the inch, and it felt like heaven. I experienced every millimeter of her sex, felt every muscle pulse and throb frantically as she tried to take me in. She gasped, and moaned, and swore at the top of her voice. I worried someone would call the cops. I had never seen her like this before.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">At long last, she got all nine and three quarter inches inside. She sat on me for a moment, panting. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her cheeks slack. She swallowed. And looked down at me, teeth bared. I suddenly felt less like her boyfriend, and more like her prey.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Without a word, she pinned my shoulders to the bed, hard. She was so heavy. I couldn’t have lifted her an inch if I tried. She set her thighs, groaned, and began to fuck me in earnest. Each powerful thrust of her hips made my tiny body rock up and down on the bed. The weight of her threw me around helplessly beneath her. It felt amazing, better than anything I’d ever experienced, even if the experience was completely out of my control.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She was going fast, so fast. Setting a maniacal pace, as she screamed out in non-stop pleasure. Brianna paused for just a second, lifting herself high on my shaft, and her face contorted in ecstasy as she came. It was the first time that had ever happened when I was inside her, and I wanted to take a moment to celebrate. But then she slammed back down, knocking the wind from me, and went right back to using my cock for everything it was worth.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">As my orgasm built, I realized what was about to happen. I couldn’t find the words to warn her, couldn’t even speak as I passed the point of no return. It was the same as with my stepsister. The same heat in my balls, the dissolving sensation at the base of my spine. I tried to push her off me, tried to pull out. I don’t think she even noticed.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Shrimp. Shrimp. Shrimp…</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I came inside her. And even with the first spasm, I could see her getting bigger. Her breasts swelled. The arms that pinned me down grew heavier. My own body shrank beneath her, my orgasm feeding size into her with every little throb of my cock.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Growing must’ve felt pretty good. Her voice grew louder as she clamped down on me. Twisted at the hip, forced me in even deeper, and came for a second time.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I got smaller, and she grew. The frames of her glasses bent as she expanded, until they snapped and fell off her face. She stared down at me, eyes unfocused. Not sure what she was seeing. Until finally she yelped, and jumped off me. I groaned as my member slid out of her, not coming easily at all. My dick was growing so fast that it outpaced even her rapid increase in size. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Neither of us spoke, as I continued to dwindle, and she became larger and more magnificent. Soon, I wasn’t even half her size. She was no longer a cute, nerdy, girl-next-door type. Brianna was gorgeous. More like a model than the girl I remembered. Over six and a half feet tall, with the physique of a swimmer, and breasts almost as large as her head. Her skin was clearer, her hair longer and more lustrous. She looked like one of the pin-up girls on my wall. Only taller, and sexier than any of them by far.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I looked pathetic beside her. More toy than man. My cock, though? It was bigger and better than ever. Longer than my thigh, and nearly as thick. Even at her new size, if Brianna wanted to fuck me now, she was going to have to take up an extremely specific form of yoga.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She studied me in silence, still sweating from her exertions. Her eyes flicked, from my gigantic staff, to my frightened face, to her own reflection in the floor-length mirror. I could tell she really, really wanted to get her tape measure.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">At last, she spoke. “We have to talk to your mom.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-37932976841911303632022-08-13T11:04:00.002-07:002022-08-13T11:04:17.218-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 4<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_4izQ6QhdX03BsbdyR-5DNpg8A2BTTwyTq9rk_cq5EOs1XlasjnMoEiT3p0pBlFMlpYVMKqI69jv_rZRZUssFZ32hiW4iF3h_DXT8jrjTwqxlc4BkJcMSfCrEUJVmQkF6ON9rGle1I5v1xT1mloDpjP2V09Q8-Je-m74EX6SJ6b9T_jcsr3ejW-sH/s3685/kitera-dent-ibc5gj5x4hU-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3685" data-original-width="2531" height="569" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_4izQ6QhdX03BsbdyR-5DNpg8A2BTTwyTq9rk_cq5EOs1XlasjnMoEiT3p0pBlFMlpYVMKqI69jv_rZRZUssFZ32hiW4iF3h_DXT8jrjTwqxlc4BkJcMSfCrEUJVmQkF6ON9rGle1I5v1xT1mloDpjP2V09Q8-Je-m74EX6SJ6b9T_jcsr3ejW-sH/w391-h569/kitera-dent-ibc5gj5x4hU-unsplash.jpg" width="391" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /> </span><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">4. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could hear Megan humming to herself in the kitchen, as I slipped down the stairs. One advantage of being smaller? It was easy to be quiet. I’d lived in this house my whole life, and I’d snuck out of it more times than I could count. There was one creaky stair that was always a danger. Third from the bottom. I stepped on it, gritting my teeth. At my new size, it barely made a sound. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I held my jeans up with one hand as I crept toward the front door. In my other hand, I held my oversized cell phone. Brianna was texting me, and she was getting impatient. I tried to hurry, but who knew what would happen if my stepmom caught me trying to escape? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I’m sure I looked ridiculous - shirt dangling to my knees, my pants laughably big. I was barefoot, my shoes way way too big to fit my smaller feet.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Something smelled good in the kitchen. The sound of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl. Megan’s soft, lyrical voice, as she sang quietly to herself. My heart ached for a moment. This was the only home I’d ever known. But I’d lost almost two feet of height in the few hours I’d been here, in the care of two giant women of questionable sanity. Who knew what would happen if I didn’t get away? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I grasped the handle on the front door. I was so small I needed both hands to wrap around it. I turned, and gave it a tug. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The door rattled in its hinges. Budged, but didn’t open. Damn it, this door always stuck!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“John? Sweetie, is that you?” A spoon hitting a counter. Massive footsteps, approaching.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I pulled hard, needing almost all my strength. The door flew open. I dashed out into the sunlight, not bothering to close it behind me. Feet flapping on the pavement, I sprinted to Brianna’s car, where it sat waiting in the driveway.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Woah, hey there little guy. Is someone supposed to be babysitting you? You can’t just get into a stranger’s car like that, don’t you know it’s dangerous?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I looked shamefaced, up at my girlfriend, trying to haul myself into her car. “Brianna, it’s me. I just… shrank.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I hadn’t seen her in months, but I still remembered every detail. Her dark curly hair, done up with a pretty red bow. Her pouty lips. Her soft, kind eyes behind wireframe glasses. It was her. Just… a whole lot bigger.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Slowly, I saw recognition dawn in her eyes. “John. Is that… no, it can’t be you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“There’s no time. We’ve got to go. Drive. Please, drive.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Through the windshield, a dark shape moved. Megan’s wide, hulking form stepped onto the porch, filling the doorway. She was frowning. She wore a black apron over her seven foot frame, dotted here and there with bits of flour. Her sleeves were bare, her muscles bulging as she crossed her arms over her gigantic chest. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My girlfriend stared, her mouth hanging slack. “Oh my gosh. Is that your mom? What happened to her?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My giant stepmom sighed, brows furrowing in irritation. With an air of unstoppable determination, she walked down the driveway toward us.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Brianna!” I shrieked. “Please! Don’t let her catch us.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She hesitated. Looked at me, tiny and terrified beside her. Then at the approaching amazon, only a few steps away. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Hold on!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Brianna revved the engine, and peeled out in reverse down the driveway. The front of the car spun wildly as we pulled into the street, then she shifted, jammed the car into gear, and we accelerated down the road.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I spared Megan one last look as we sped away. I half expected her to be chasing us, like an unstoppable robot from the future. But she wasn’t. She stood at the end of the driveway, arms at her side. Watching us go. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was hard to judge her expression as we sped away. She looked almost wistful. Or maybe, hurt.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Half an hour later, we were back at Brianna’s place. She had me wrapped up in a heavy blanket, a steaming mug of hot cocoa in front of me. Her apartment wasn’t air conditioned, and was pretty stuffy in the June heat. Still, I appreciated the gesture.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She listened patiently while I told her the whole story. Most of the story anyway. I omitted the part where my little stepsister gave me a handjob. All of the parts where I’d had my pants down, really.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My girlfriend sat beside me, arm draped protectively around my shoulder as I spoke. When I finished she pulled me in for an enormous hug, letting me put my head on her shoulder. She pet me for a while, and I accepted her comfort. It was weird, having her almost a foot taller than me. I didn’t hate it, though. After how huge Megan and Willow had seemed, this almost felt normal.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“It must’ve been so scary,” she said, as she stroked my back. “Your mom poisoned you with those shrinking cookies, before you even had a chance to know what they’d do. That’s awful!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I thought about that for a moment, and something occurred to me. “I don’t think she actually knew what they’d do to me, though..” My voice was muffled against Brianna’a chest. “Willow said they affect everyone differently.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh?” She nuzzled me playfully. “I might’ve had a gigantic boyfriend, instead of a pocket-sized one?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Don’t make fun of me.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sorry.” She hugged me again. “It’s not the worst look for you, honestly. There are plenty of short guys who can pull it off. You look kind of cute this way.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I decided to ignore that. “I’m just hoping it’ll wear off soon. Maybe after a good night’s sleep.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Maybe.” Brianna got that distant, thoughtful expression she always wore when she was thinking about nerd stuff. The light glared off her glasses. “Though whatever was in that cookie has to be some pretty advanced technology. Selective hormone suppressors, matter decompilers, nano-robotics….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Or, like, a magic potion?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway. I’m saying this might be the kind of thing that requires an antidote.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Can’t you figure it out?” My voice was very small. “I mean, you’re smart….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She pulled me in even tighter. I was getting to like the way I fit in her arms. “Honey, I can try. But I don’t even know where to begin. It would probably be easiest if we started by talking to your mom….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No,” I said, flatly.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“But if it was an accident, like you said….” She trailed off.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We sat together in silence, considering my predicament. Her very large hand idly rubbed my back. It was nice. Exactly what I needed after the way my stepsister had humiliated me. I felt safe, and warm.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I missed you, John,” she whispered.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I missed you too”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I had all these elaborate plans for tonight. I was going to give you a tour of my new place, take you out somewhere fancy. Then bring you back to my apartment, and….” I could almost hear her blushing. “And then. You know. We’d… do stuff.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. My hand brushed against her leg. It felt big, and strong. Good. “We can still do that. Except, maybe we can order in? I don’t really want people to see me like this.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yeah?” She sounded surprised. “You still want to… do stuff? Even though I’m bigger than you?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My mind briefly flashed to my stepsister. How good her gigantic hand had felt against my groin. Shrimp. Shrimp.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“We could try it,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “As long as you’re gentle.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She gave me the biggest hug yet. And grinned down at me. “Before we do anything else, I’d like to measure you. Okay? For science.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-70982102284682712272022-08-11T14:31:00.002-07:002022-08-11T14:31:38.203-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 3<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoU1pBMRved2nSzXhrX9yvvsqMnGE86n-oHG0VUryZddmswnQuVds9NkOboM-NO3SB6hLRutwhEqrfDCafgI1uIzIr8eH3M11-1IYyO_nlxeZfnMrFgN4l0sXYYEiDfTZdiF8IOl2FfRSlzN228KLYfU00jhGZS0c2U8Rlvd3SBi5Y8RFa-WgcUqz-/s3730/tracey-hocking-GpBtG5aFHB0-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3730" data-original-width="2490" height="672" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoU1pBMRved2nSzXhrX9yvvsqMnGE86n-oHG0VUryZddmswnQuVds9NkOboM-NO3SB6hLRutwhEqrfDCafgI1uIzIr8eH3M11-1IYyO_nlxeZfnMrFgN4l0sXYYEiDfTZdiF8IOl2FfRSlzN228KLYfU00jhGZS0c2U8Rlvd3SBi5Y8RFa-WgcUqz-/w449-h672/tracey-hocking-GpBtG5aFHB0-unsplash.jpg" width="449" /></span></a></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Chapter Specific CW: NSFW, step-sibling sex, teasing, humiliation, male shrinking, female growth, cock growth, female muscle growth, breast growth</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">3.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow advanced on me slowly. The nearly nine foot giantess held her open hand out to me, a seductive look in her eye. “I know there’s a lot going on that you don’t understand. Believe me, I’ve been there. So against my better judgment, I’m going to do you a huge favor.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“W-what are you talking about?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She held a finger to her lips, shushing me. Then pointed to the bed. “Go sit down,” she whispered. “And take off your pants.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My eyes went wide, even as my cock began to twitch uncontrollably in excitement. “You’re my stepsister! I can’t….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Keep your voice down,” she hissed. “You want mom to hear us?” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I swallowed, and dropped my voice to a hoarse whisper. “Willow, no! I have a girlfriend. Brianna, she would….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“So just don’t tell her, duh.” My giant stepsister gave a long suffering sigh. “It isn’t as if you have a choice here, Shrimp. I could force the issue if I wanted, and there wouldn’t be anything you could do to stop me.” She grinned evilly, and cracked her knuckles. “But I’m not going to have to do that, am I? I bet right now, you’re so horny you can’t see straight. Even if I left the room right this second, the first thing you would do is hop in bed and touch yourself. You’d probably think about me while you did it, too. Wouldn’t you?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I said nothing. My precum had already soaked through my boxers, and a small wet spot was forming in my jeans. I could even smell how turned on I was. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“One way or another, I’m going to be the one to get you off. So what’s it going to be? All alone in your bedroom, a long-awaited reunion between a boy and his five-fingered friend? We’ll call that, ‘the easy way.’” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giantess moved toward me, quicker than I could’ve believed. Came so close that her stomach brushed against my chin. She peered down at me from on high, clearly enjoying herself as she tormented me. “Now the fun way? It’s the real thing. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, little man. Now strip before I change my mind, John.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Maybe it was that she’d finally called me by name. Maybe it was that I was so horny I felt like I was going to die. Either way, I broke. I stripped from the waist down. And sat on my bed.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow slowly knelt in front of me, towering over me even in this position. She inspected me, and gave a low whistle of appreciation. “Wow Johnny-boy, I’m impressed. Not that it’s much for someone my size, of course. But Brianna must be a very happy girl.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I followed her gaze, and gave a startled yelp. “It’s… bigger!” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My cock had grown! I used to be average-sied. Or… okay fine. Just a little below average. Size isn’t everything, alright? But now. I sported what must’ve been a seven-inch beauty of a dick. It was longer, thicker, heavier. But besides that, it almost looked… pretty? I don’t know how to say it exactly. As if someone had Photoshopped me. Smoothed out some blemishes, made it stand straighter instead of curving off to the side. Sculpted it until it was more attractive in every way. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So it grew, huh?” Willow didn’t look surprised in the least. “Well that answers one question. A little disappointing. Still, not totally useless. Maybe after a couple more doses, you’ll be big enough for me to get some use out of it</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Answers what question?” I whimpered pathetically. “And doses of what? It… oh God. There was something in the cookies, wasn’t there? She drugged me with the cookies.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow blinked. “Yes John, it’s in the cookies. Now shut up.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giant woman reached out, and almost tenderly, took my newly enlarged dick in her hand. It was beyond amazing. Like being stroked by silk, or touched by a live wire. Before I could stop myself I moaned, the sound echoing off the walls.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giantess clapped her hand over my mouth, silencing me. “Idiot!” she whispered. “Do that again and I’ll stop. What if mom catches us right now?” She gently massaged the crown of my penis with the tip of her giant thumb, drawing a slow circle beneath the ridge. Sparks flashed in front of my eyes. “You gonna be quiet?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I nodded eagerly.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The huge hand over my mouth relaxed. “Good boy.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She started to work me over. Moving slowly, methodically. Her huge fingers completely encircling my dick, carefully stroking their way from the base of my shaft, over the head, back down again. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">As she touched me, she leaned down, and brought her lips to my ear. Her voice was barely above a breath. “I’ll tell you a secret, John. I’ve wanted to do this since the day we met. What was that, four years ago, five? I thought you were so hot back then. My new stepbrother. This cool high school kid. Who never wanted to give me the time of day. And why would you? I was just some nerdy fourteen year old that puberty forgot. I had such a crush on you. Even when you teased me, made fun of how puny I was. Called me… Shrimp. I got to like it. The way you treated me. That name. I fantasized about you more times than I could count when we lived together. And in those fantasies? You would always call me your tiny. Little. Shrimp.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. It felt so fucking good. My whole world was her voice, the scent of her body, the feeling of her gigantic hand on my cock.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I missed that teasing when you went off to college. For the first year I still touched myself to you every night. Eventually I got over you. But now.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her hand moved faster. A tiny hiccup escaped from the back of my throat, and it was everything I could do to not scream in pleasure. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“But now. You’re sleeping in the room next. All. Fucking. Summer. I get a second chance with you. And I’m not so puny anymore, am I John?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Tears were streaming down my cheeks. It was so much. An avalanche of ecstasy. I couldn’t breathe. So close. But she wouldn’t let me, wouldn’t let me….</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well. Here’s a little preview of our summer together, John. I’m going to sneak into your room every night. And I’m going to make you love that word. The way you made </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> love it.” She squeezed, just a little. “Come for me, Shrimp.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was past the point of no return in an instant. My hands uselessly grasped her shoulders, a low whine escaped from the back of my throat. It built, and built. And built….</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Shrimp,” she whispered. “Shrimp. Tiny little Shrimp, going to cum for his big sexy sister. Shrimp.” She kept chanting it. Breathing it into my ear. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And I came. God. There was so much of it, more than even made sense. Splatting her hand, her bare tummy, the bottoms of her pert little breasts. It would’ve gone everywhere, if she weren’t so big, if there wasn’t so much of her to catch every last drop.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Shrimp. Shrimp.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She kept saying it as she squeezed me, emptying me of every last drop. And beneath the waning orgasm, another feeling started to build. One that felt even more powerful.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I moaned out loud, unable to help myself. It felt like a second orgasm was starting, but that wasn’t quite right. I felt like I was falling, dropping lower on the bed, yet Willow’s fingers were spreading wider on my cock, like her hand was getting smaller. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow had stopped whispering, aware something odd was happening. Her lips were no longer close to my ear. They were rising higher, her chin above the top of my head. Still lifting. Rising.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">All at once she released me, and scuttled away on her knees. She looked almost scared. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I sat on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to react to what I was seeing. Second by second the room grew around me. My shirt slipped off my shoulder, the sleeves getting longer. My feet lifted off the floor, slid up the side of the bed. Willowed watched, one hand covering her mouth. But now, she was grinning. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She was so focused on what was happening to me, that for a while she didn’t notice I wasn’t the only one changing. From my perspective, I could see it all. As I shrank, she was growing.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My stepsister had told me she was eight foot ten, more than four feet taller than when I’d last seen her. Despite her grown spurt, her body was mostly the same. A little more athletic from her work on the exercise machine maybe, but still as flat and curveless as ever. That was changing. Her breasts swelled, stretching her tank top. They grew firm and perky, then put on enough mass that they started to sag under their own weight. Her shirt began to rip along the seams as she gained inches. Her arms grew thicker, her quads and calves developed, and the subtle groove of abs began to appear on her tummy. All the while she grew bigger, taller. Her clothes became taut in odd places. Then simply ripped to tatters around her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It went on, as we stared at each other in silence. When the process finally stopped, perhaps thirty seconds had passed. I sat on the edge of the bed, a giant shirt dangling almost to my knees. I was as short as Willow had ever been, in the days when I’d called her Shrimp. It looked like she had gained every inch I’d lost. She was curvier, and stronger too - nowhere near the level of her mother, but I wasn’t in any position to judge. I was absolutely tiny compared to her now. Not even half her height. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My dick though? From the size of the tent now lifting my shirt, it was bigger than ever. Even accounting for my loss of height, I could tell that it was longer, and fuller. I shifted, the weight of it awkward and impossible to ignore.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow wiped my cum from her well-toned tummy. And laughed. “Well. That was unexpected. My, my, my.” She leaned way down to cup my chin, her hand easily big enough to palm my entire head. “It’s going to be an interesting summer. Isn’t it, Shrimp?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">At the word, my cock gave an involuntary little twitch. Almost like it was nodding in agreement.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She was ten feet tall now, maybe more. Too big to stand in my bedroom. Instead she crawled, turning sideways on the floor, and used her muscular arms to pull herself through the doorway. I got a good long look at her cleavage, at the generous new curve of her hips. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Just before she left, she ducked her head back in, sparing me one last look.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh and Shrimp? If you tell mom about this? You’re dead.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-4283016403314082122022-08-09T15:01:00.007-07:002022-08-09T15:07:25.343-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 2<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWaABuvNCQDLXsXDCMLN2rUA7r2-B8-Rrtaypbw8mRjNd3qF_eGPevdFQ0WWgxzqFXD9c2ud__D9EwWN4fB0D7KQrity0FgGaCAqNjtMEaq4AwLDXcI1gvs0ZqLeGG7SBBgn31wBqakOC8Rt97VSxSW3GV3PTDIdgUdIuKA-SDzLHBtLer3gcIU2X/s5200/fitnish-media-5zrPlR-5lP0-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4034" data-original-width="5200" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWaABuvNCQDLXsXDCMLN2rUA7r2-B8-Rrtaypbw8mRjNd3qF_eGPevdFQ0WWgxzqFXD9c2ud__D9EwWN4fB0D7KQrity0FgGaCAqNjtMEaq4AwLDXcI1gvs0ZqLeGG7SBBgn31wBqakOC8Rt97VSxSW3GV3PTDIdgUdIuKA-SDzLHBtLer3gcIU2X/w526-h407/fitnish-media-5zrPlR-5lP0-unsplash.jpg" width="526" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;">Chapter-Specific CW: step-sibling sexy stuff, teasing, genre-aware characters</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">2. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The wall of my bedroom was still a tableau of pictures I’d torn from magazines. Sports Illustrated issues, copies of Women’s Fitness. Even some that obviously came from my dad’s old Playboy collection. Every picture was of a woman, in various stages of undress. It was an embarrassing reminder of the horny kid I’d been at seventeen. I hadn’t even bothered to frame any of them. Just stuck them up there with push pins. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Looking at them now, I clearly had a type. They were all very tall, even for models. Athletic. And generously proportioned, especially up top.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">That questionable bit of decoration was the only part of my bedroom left unchanged. All my old furniture had been moved out, and my bed had been shoved into one corner. In place of my stuff, there was a new edition: an extremely fancy exercise machine. It was nicer even than the brand new ones they’d installed at my college gym. There was a squat rack, a seated chin-up station, a leg extension bar… a half-dozen other gadgets that I couldn’t even identify.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">That at least explained my stepmom’s new physique. Maybe there were exercises on this thing that made you grow into a busty, seven foot giantess. If any existed, this looked like the machine to do it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was still studying this monstrosity, when there was a knock at the door.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I haven’t unpacked yet. Hey, what’d you do with all my things, anyway?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The door opened. At first, my brain couldn’t even process what I was seeing. It was a woman. Or part of one anyway. Like someone had blown up one of my wall posters to a ridiculous size and taped it up in the doorway. Except that, while this woman sure was tall, and not wearing very much, she wasn’t especially fit or curvy. Even so, she was impressive . So gigantic that everything above the tops of her breasts was lost to my view above the frame of the door. My stepmom was big, but this girl would’ve dwarfed even her!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Something about this sight - a half-naked girl taller than I would’ve thought possible - forced a reaction from my body. My mouth went dry, my heart beat faster. There was an immediate stirring between my legs….</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">But then the giantess bent lithely, and I immediately felt disgusted with myself for being turned on. The girl had a short crop of red hair, a slightly upturned nose. A mischievous smirk that only looks at home on the face of a bratty little stepsister.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh hey,” Willow purred. “I didn’t know you were back already. Welcome home, Shrimp.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Willow? Holy shit, you got bigger too?” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Trying to overpower my sudden arousal at the sight of her. “What happened? How did the two of you grow so much?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She rolled her eyes. “I guess mom hasn’t filled you in yet. A lot’s changed around here. It’s a long story.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Don’t you, ‘long story’ me. That’s what Megan said. What happened to her is weird, but you… people don’t just double in size!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giantess winked at me. “Ooo, good guess. I’m almost exactly double my old height. Eight foot ten to be exact, as of my measuring this morning.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My head was spinning. This had to be a bad dream. And no matter how hard I tried, my body was still responding to her. The girl was only nineteen, and she was my stepsister for God’s sake! Why was I feeling so horny?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yeah well.” I leaned against the door, trying to act casual. “You may be taller, but most of you is still as scrawny as ever. How come your mom grew all over and you didn’t?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">A flash of irritation passed over Willow’s face. I suddenly realized that, scrawny or not, she could probably kick my ass without any trouble. “It affects everybody differently,” she explained coldly. Willow gestured over my shoulder at the exercise machine. “Which is why I’m here for my morning workout. Move, Shrimp.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She crawled toward me, and an unwelcome thrum of excitement went through my body. I was forced to jump out of the way as she brushed past, her shoulder nudging me in the chest. Once she was fully in the bedroom, she stood back up to her full, gargantuan height. God, my head didn’t even come up to the bottom of her little bee sting breasts. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I watched her in a kind of sick fascination as she set up the exercise machine. I was fully hard now, and I had to get out of here before she noticed. But somehow I couldn’t make myself look away. The white tank top she wore was probably a 3XL at least, and even then it was stretched to semi-transparency. There probably weren’t bras big enough to fit her, but luckily Willow’s boobs were tiny and perky enough that she didn’t need one. Her black athletic shorts must’ve been the best she could find at a Big and Tall shop. They fit her like a second skin, the nylon creaking as she sat down on the pull-up bench.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">After a while, I decided this was stupid. Turned on or not, I wasn’t going to let my libido get the best of me. I was going to get some answers out of her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“So really. Tell me what happened. Did the two catch some kind of, I don’t know, previously undiscovered growth virus? And soon it’s going to spread to all the women of the world, ushering in a new era of feminine domination?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She grunted, pulling down on what must’ve been four hundred pounds of weight. I forced myself not to watch her back muscles flexing. “You’re way off.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Then… did you find a secret formula dad made in the basement? Like one he’d been working on in secret for decades, that he planned to pass on to me as the last of his legacy?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Your dad was an architect, not a mad scientist.” Her skinny arms shook with effort, and the bar slipped from between her fingers. The whole house rattled as the stack of metal plates slammed down.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What then?” I was getting irritated now. I stepped into her field of vision, made her look me in the eye. “Did you guys find a mysterious antique shop? An abandoned UFO? Rub a magic lap, wish on a falling star?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow sighed. She wiped sweat from her brow, and gave me a pitying smile. “Look Shrimp. I’ll level with you. Mom asked me not to tell you. Okay? She’s got this big presentation planned. She wants you to be fully comfortable with what’s going on. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t give it to you already.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Fine. Can you at least stop calling me Shrimp?”</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You sure liked to use that nickname on </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me,</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> before I grew.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My cheeks went hot. I’d completely forgotten about that. “I always meant it affectionately,” I said, lamely.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My stepsister gave me a demeaning little pat on the head. “Then maybe I mean it that way, too. Anyways. I’m going to be at this for a while. Why don’t you go let mom tell you what’s going on? She’s really excited. Even baked cookies for you and everything.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I already had some,” I grumbled.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow’s hand froze, halfway to reaching for the bar. “Did you.” She sounded intrigued. “How, ah. Were they?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Good. Um. Why?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She was leaning forward now, her giant body stretching until her face was inches from mine. My cock throbbed once, alarmingly hard, and I thanked my lucky stars she was at the wrong angle to see the bulge in my jeans.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“So, just curious. Did she let you wash those cookies down with anything? A soft drink, or some water…?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What are you talking about?” I tried to move away, but immediately my back pressed against the wall. When I spoke, my voice came out in a shrill little whine. “Milk! She gave me a glass of milk!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Willow smirked. She stood, wiping a sweat-streaked lock of hair from her eyes. I watched her gaze start to drift down my body. I tried to cover myself, but she nonchalantly caught my wrists, and held them over my head so she could see. A wave of shame overtook me, as she stared directly at the place where my erection was straining my jeans.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My stepsister nodded once, as if seeing exactly what she expected. She moved to shut the door, and placed her gigantic frame between me and the only exit.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Well Shrimp. Things are about to change for you. We can do this the easy way. Or the fun way.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-91192664009739671822022-08-07T10:43:00.001-07:002022-08-07T10:43:45.982-07:00A Place to Call Home - Pt. 1<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBI3rdiZdqwrx3r7HWXzM9qgNDFUhChasPYX_O0RdDyG2HIrwRAyvyV0Dgl17iy15b-Au72Z-U0GDoAul3rE9YUfKlifVaKyNf-uH48uTmb9VoGfnxjB9NPJqd_S2W5cqrTlmzlh8k09mlWdWZvdxD_P_-fth0zd_XSDC6F3HXTY4pNNjdH42zFUe/s2000/Place-Pt-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1750" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBI3rdiZdqwrx3r7HWXzM9qgNDFUhChasPYX_O0RdDyG2HIrwRAyvyV0Dgl17iy15b-Au72Z-U0GDoAul3rE9YUfKlifVaKyNf-uH48uTmb9VoGfnxjB9NPJqd_S2W5cqrTlmzlh8k09mlWdWZvdxD_P_-fth0zd_XSDC6F3HXTY4pNNjdH42zFUe/w439-h502/Place-Pt-1.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Sometimes I see people lament that they can't come up with any original ideas. That every sizeplay story has been done already. I don't think that's true. But even if it is, so what? There's nothing wrong with laying down a catchy 4/4 beat, and letting people dance. Sometimes it's even more fun that way, when everyone knows the steps.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">This is a story about a seductive, growing, muscle step-mommy. If you know the genre, you know the buttons we're about to press. I put my own pseudoclever spin on it, and maybe that makes it unique. I'll leave that up to interpretation. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Comments welcome and encouraged. They help motivate me to write the next piece. Criticism, less welcome. Put them in DM's if you must, but this story is what it is. I had fun writing it. And, surprising myself, I'm proud of it.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Btw, just to head it off, canonical ages in order of character appearance are:<br /><br /><u>Megan:</u> 42<br /><u>John:</u> 22<br /><u>Willow:</u> 19<br /><u>Brianna:</u> 23</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Above-the-fold Tags: Step-relation sexy stuff, milk, female growth, penis growth, male shrinking, muscle growth, breast growth, beautification, seduction, humiliation, sizes from 3ft to 10ft, NSFW</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Spoiler Tags:</span> </span><span style="color: #010000;">Girl growing a cock, minor male growth, insertion, mega and giga sizes </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="color: #ffa400;">1. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepmom was seven feet tall.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I was halfway through unloading my suitcases from the cab when she caught my eye. Megan leaned casually against the front door of my family home. Watching me. Smirking. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I stared at her in disbelief. The woman I remembered was lithe and petite, with the body of a dancer. Not even as tall as my shoulders. She was at least two feet taller than the last time I’d seen her. Her figure had developed an over-generous, hourglass shape, with hips and bust nearly as wide as the doorframe. And her physique was muscular now. Hulking and sculpted. I knew a lot of body-builder types from campus - the sort who spend half their time at the gym, and the other half talking about protein windows. Megan would’ve put all of them to shame.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder, cocking her hip provocatively as I watched. As if daring me to look at her, or daring me to question.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The taxi drove away, stranding me in suburbia. Miles to the nearest train station. Even if I cared to walk, my old neighborhood didn’t even have sidewalks.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Those bags look heavy,” Megan said, by way of greeting. She walked down the driveway toward me on long, powerful legs. “Why don’t you let me help you?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I watched, mouth open in shock as she approached. Her shadow fell on me, blotting out the sun. She bent. Way, way down. And she gave me a little kiss on the forehead. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“How…?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She winked at me. “Come inside, John.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Her chest nearly brushed against my chin as she stood up to her full height again. She led the way, carrying my two gigantic suitcases with one arm. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Those bags must’ve weighed fifty pounds each. They held all my worldly possessions - except the few that I’d left when I went to college, and all of </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">those</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> were still in the house. She carried everything I owned as if it weighed nothing at all. She even managed to sway her hips in a seductive figure eight pattern as she walked. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I followed, doing everything I could to not look at her ass. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She’d redecorated, and I had to admit the house looked great. I hadn’t seen it since Christmas. A part of me was irritated that she was changing things so soon after dad had passed. But the place had a familiar, welcoming sort of appeal. It even smelled like home.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I baked cookies. I’ll make you a plate.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I touched her shoulder as she started to turn. Partly to get her attention, partly to make sure she was real. “Um, hey, Megan.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She dimpled. “You don’t have to keep calling me ‘Megan,’ you know.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I gestured vaguely at her enormous, muscular form. “Aren’t you going to explain about… this?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Of course I am, sweetie.” Even with her growth spurt, the warm cadence of her voice was still the same. So was her smile - cute, impish, with something just faintly teasing beneath. Even the subtle wrinkles around her forehead and mouth were still there. It was still her. Just… a lot more of her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Anyway. It’s quite a long story, and we’ve got all summer to catch up. I know it’s a lot to take in, but I’ll be happy to answer any questions. For now, sit. Take your shoes off. Make yourself at home.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I thought about arguing. But she was already on her way to the kitchen, ducking under the door frame in a practiced motion as she went. So I obeyed. I sat on the brand new couch, sinking into plush pink fabric, trying to get my thoughts straight. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">This wasn’t normal. People didn’t just… grow like that. Not in their early forties, or at any age for that matter. They didn’t go from an A-cup to a sextuple E, or put on a hundred pounds of muscle in six months. And there was something different about her mannerisms. The way she was looking at me. Something in her eye….</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Before I could even begin to work through the strangeness, Megan returned. In one hand, she held a giant plate of cookies, fresh from the oven. In the other, a brimming, frosty glass. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You still drink milk, don’t you?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I started to munch on a cookie. It was really good. The chocolate chips were still soft and half-melted, and there was a pleasant salty tang that balanced out the sweetness. It did make me thirsty, though.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She grinned, and sat down the couch beside me. The cushions sank under her weight, and I had to fight to keep myself from sliding into her bulging thigh. “So. John. How’s school?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I started to answer with a mouthful of cookie, washed it down quickly with a long drink of milk. “Um. It’s good.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Glad to hear it. I was worried this semester might be difficult for you.” She leaned back, casually stretching. Her flower-print sundress was flimsy and a bit too small, and it rode up alluring on her body as she did this. I tried not to look, but it was impossible to not see a few things. The impressive definition of her triceps. The supple curve of the side of her breast. She dropped her arms suddenly, and met my eye. “Are you making lots of friends?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I turned away quickly, aware she caught me staring. “Not really. I mostly keep to myself. My classes keep me too busy.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">This was a half-truth at best. If she knew I was lying, it was impossible to read beneath her soft, comforting smile. I wished she’d stop looking at me like that. As big as she was, it was really disconcerting. Especially considering this was the closest I’d been to a girl in months. I took another cookie, just to give me something to do with my hands.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I’m guessing you aren’t seeing anyone?” she asked. “Or at least, not anyone new?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“No one new,” I said, spraying a few crumbs. “But Brianna and I talk on the phone every night. We haven’t seen each other since Spring Break. She’s coming over later.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You must be excited.” Her voice dropped lower, into an almost conspiratorial growl. “I’m really proud of you that you’re so loyal. Staying with your home-town girl, for what, three years now? Even when you’re a thousand miles away. Most guys would be tempted to fool around.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I was starting on my third cookie. They were really, really good. And the way they dissolved in the ice cold milk was practically addictive. I was concentrating on them, doing anything I could to avoid Megan’s stare.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“But you must get lonely. Lonely, and pent up.” She leaned down closer. Her hand brushed my cheek, and I felt the little hairs on the back of my arms stand on end. “No one would blame you, if you made a mistake now and again. Had a little adventure, or indiscretion. I certainly wouldn’t. I’m not so far out of college that I forget what it was like. And I know what it’s like to feel lonely.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I set the plate of cookies aside. My hands shook. I still couldn’t make myself meet her eye. “What are you saying?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Oh, nothing really.” My stepmom laughed casually. Her arm was on the back of the couch now. It was bigger around than my thigh, and almost touching my shoulder. “I’m just rambling. Older women do that sometimes. I know I’ve said it before, but I just want you to know you’ll always have a home here with me. No matter what happens. And home? It can mean a lot of things, sweetie. We can decide that together.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">It took all my effort to pull away from her, to get far enough away that I could make myself look her in the eye. I felt half-drunk from being in her presence so long, from having someone so much bigger and so incredibly attractive looming over me. “Megan….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You don’t have to call me that. You know you can just call me….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Why are you so big?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She laughed. “You’re really curious about that, huh?” Her hand moved like she wanted to reach out to me. To pull me back in. She apparently thought better of it. “Okay John. I’ll tell you. Like I said though, it’s a long story.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My stepmom stood slowly, her calves bunching and flexing as she lifted herself to her feet. She spent a moment towering over me. Hands on her hips, considering. Then she bent, collected the plate of cookies, and the empty glass of milk. “Tell you what. Go upstairs. Unpack. Take a shower, get yourself cleaned up. After that, I promise I’ll tell you everything, down to the last little detail.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She started toward the kitchen, then hesitated, as if remembering some awkward detail. “Oh! I let your little sister make some changes to your room. I hope you don’t mind.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-23051753288294452912022-07-19T13:45:00.005-07:002022-07-19T13:45:44.325-07:00Holding Space - Epilogue<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6Wm16deYvHOXU_T2rtuvG3nXgOvNfXnaSULug_Hi_pmsOf42Mce2HTmVJK4UOxPLmMRz2eivLZxrF_KM3-gBfw6JzTu0RyUCctW5jPFkD4Wmz1uXEBunUHmAD03EXbCebekrNXuFcPpMGeEs5sqjg3oipTLjpF1SfDDTmsLLfB7vHmvkRJP8fCo0/s2000/Holding-Space-Finale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6Wm16deYvHOXU_T2rtuvG3nXgOvNfXnaSULug_Hi_pmsOf42Mce2HTmVJK4UOxPLmMRz2eivLZxrF_KM3-gBfw6JzTu0RyUCctW5jPFkD4Wmz1uXEBunUHmAD03EXbCebekrNXuFcPpMGeEs5sqjg3oipTLjpF1SfDDTmsLLfB7vHmvkRJP8fCo0/w540-h540/Holding-Space-Finale.jpg" width="540" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">9 - Epilogue</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The bar was crowded tonight. Games in September are a lot more meaningful – in the sense that any baseball game has meaning. That meant there were a lot more people to notice Casey and I. Holding hands. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Heads were turning toward us, now and again. The Wooden Nickel isn’t exactly the most enlightened venue for the open display of masculine affection. Though it might’ve had something to do with the fact that people knew me there, and that I was an even thirteen inches shorter than normal. I’d lost a bet – or won one, depending on your perspective – and Jordan and I had switched heights. Thankfully her jeans fit me pretty well, though they were too big in the butt, too narrow around the calves. The t-shirt, some death metal band I’d never heard of, looked great on me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was a pretty exciting game, but I wasn’t really paying attention. Casey was talking, telling me about that time in high school he’d fixed up an old Honda Civic he’d bought for five hundred dollars from a scrap yard. He was a gearhead – who knew? I couldn’t really follow all the technical terms he was using. Honestly, I can barely even change a tire, and I can’t tell a carburetor from a crankshaft to save my life. So I’d defaulted to imagining what he might look like in ripped overalls, covered in engine grease. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sorry,” he said at last. “This must be so boring.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I pointed toward the game, and shrugged. “Not as boring as baseball must’ve been. And you put up with it for more than a year.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’ll tell you a secret.” Casey leaned down conspiratorially, his lips brushing my cheek. I shivered. “I was really just trying to get into your pants.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh, is that all?” I turned my lips toward him. A few people at the bar looked our way. I tried not to notice. “So if I keep listening to you talk about torque ratios or whatever, can I get in yours?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Literally, if you want.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I kissed him, soft and simple. But then gave him a more serious look. “I do enjoy listening to you talk about this stuff, though. Even if I can’t really follow it. It’s fun to see you passionate about something, and know that you want to share it with me. How come you never opened up about it before?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I guess I was just nervous. You’re a pretty intimidating guy.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh I am not.” I slapped his bicep playfully. At my reduced size, it was nearly as big around as my thigh. “I’m a total softie. You just have to get to know me.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He pulled me closer, saying nothing. The two of us watched the game, cuddling like this, and I made a point to ignore all the curious glances. Until Jordan returned, and everyone in the bar immediately decided to find somewhere else to look. Being caught staring had suddenly become considerably more dangerous.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“How’d your game go?” I asked.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The six foot woman regarded me sourly. “Lousy. I lost twenty bucks. This height of yours has me all screwed up. The cue felt too short, the angles were all wrong.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“It’s a poor craftsman who blames their tools.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She muttered something under her breath. The only words I could make out were, “...give you a tool…”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I don’t know. Borrow my size next time you want to go to the gym. Use it to your advantage.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She flexed, smirking. “Do I look like I need your pity-height?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The three of us ordered another round, and watched the game. I knew they were only interested in it for my sake. But that didn’t mean they weren’t interested.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“So,” Jordan drawled, as our all-star closer charged out of the bullpen, and the crowd on TV went wild. “What do you guys want to do after this? Karaoke, or…?.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey laughed. “Don’t start that again.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I raised my hand. “Actually. I had an idea about that.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My two much larger friends looked at me. Casey merely looked curious, Jordan’s expression much harder to read. Like a professor with a particularly challenging student. Hopeful they’re about to hear the right answer at last.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’m guessing you’re looking to shed all that extra height pretty soon.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan winked. “I’d like to get out of these boy shorts and into a dry martini, yes.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“So we should go back to your place, and you can do that.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She considered, then nodded. “Easy enough. But tell me, oh Field Commander. Was there more to this idea of yours?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yes, in fact. How do you feel about letting someone else hold some of your height? At least for the length of a bad movie.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan still smiled, but I thought there was something faintly disappointed behind her eyes. “I don’t mind holding this for you,” she said, touching her chest. “Not if it makes you happy. You’re allowed to ask me to hold even more – and for everything I can do for you when that happens. If I can’t, you can trust me to say no.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey was nodding.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I know that. But I enjoy both sides. It’s nice to let someone hold you, and also nice to do the holding. Tonight, this is what I want. Okay?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Her brow furrowed. I had the distinct impression I’d been given a test, and she was grading the answer. Finally, the corner of her lip turned up in a smile. “Okay.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Alright.” I sighed, relief washing over me, still not entirely sure what had just happened. “Your couch is a little too small for three normal-sized adults. But I was thinking, it would be a comfy fit for two big ones. With a very little lady in between. I’m in the mood to take care of someone small, and I would appreciate some help from my friend here.” I gave Casey’s enormous hand a squeeze. “That is, if you’re comfortable growing tonight.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He looked wistful. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The bar erupted in cheers as our closer recorded a strike out. Bases empty, two outs. We were going to win this game. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Let me check in with my feelings about it on the ride home,” he said. “But spending some time on the couch sounds nice, either way.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan leaned in. No one was watching us now, the whole bar focused on the game. She grinned evilly, already beginning to shrink. “And Scott? Tonight’s the night I make a scotch drinker out of you. So be prepared.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-5192174595872823782022-07-17T09:15:00.002-07:002022-07-17T09:15:25.639-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 8<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBoBSqazHbiSIts4NCOOwlh6kE0HKxLmT5wNDMWj3ptgg9A9dQhtkx2pjIrLxKdNjTPIlhSr6b9WGYNAKBlOjmSc_i32Zx3gJbmrUPJaXG1T7ZReu0OkYaS6uBAJy1f0tbvxix_cORRxuzDwinItO7u-ij1trOF-PLvv5XLFvquLDiHP7f_EU6RvR/s2000/Holding-Space-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="581" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBoBSqazHbiSIts4NCOOwlh6kE0HKxLmT5wNDMWj3ptgg9A9dQhtkx2pjIrLxKdNjTPIlhSr6b9WGYNAKBlOjmSc_i32Zx3gJbmrUPJaXG1T7ZReu0OkYaS6uBAJy1f0tbvxix_cORRxuzDwinItO7u-ij1trOF-PLvv5XLFvquLDiHP7f_EU6RvR/w581-h581/Holding-Space-08.jpg" width="581" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, sub space, non-verbal, female shrinking, male growth, F/m, M/f, MF/m, M/fm, I mean yeah this is the big old threeway chapter you’ve been waiting for I’m sure</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">8. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan let me help her to her feet, and went to her boyfriend. She utterly towered over him, though not by as much as I expected. She probably seemed around nine or ten feet tall to him. His head reached not quite all the way to the bottoms of her breasts. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“From the look of things, I take it you’ve had enough of a break?” The miniature giantess pivoted her hips, bent way down, rested her hand on his thigh. Just beside his hard little cock. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey nodded slowly. There was something about his movements that made him look like he was half caught up in a dream. Like it was taking all his concentration just to process what Jordan was saying. His jaw hung slack, his eyes were unfocused. When he spoke, I had to strain to hear him, and his voice had a cracked, wispy quality about it. “I was worried you forgot about me.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She took both his hands. Kissed each one in turn, then planted her lips over his tiny mouth. “Scott and I didn’t forget you. Not ever. Even if we pretended we did, for a while. And now, if you want, you can participate too. Would you like that sweetie? To play with the big people?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He nodded again, more emphatically this time.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan lowered herself, opened her arms, and Casey willingly let her pick him up. She cradled him lovingly against her chest. His chin draped on her shoulder, his legs wrapped around her waist. He nuzzled her, his hips thrusting gently. Grinding his needy cock against her tummy. She carried him toward me – a “giantess” at no more than a third my height, holding her boyfriend who was less than a quarter. There was an air of ritual about it – halfway between a priest approaching an altar, and a cat bringing her owner a particularly delicious mouse.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Scott. Casey and I would like to get you off. I know this will be hard for you, but I’d like you to sit still for us, and let us handle everything. It’s partly because we’re pretty delicate at this size, and I don’t want to make you think about being careful. But also, we both very much want to do this for you. You don’t have to take care of us. The only thing you have to do now is enjoy it. Can you do that for us?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I started to protest. But then I sighed, and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Tiny Jordan rolled her eyes, and seemed about to make a retort. But Casey gave an impatient little moan, and she seemed to think better of it. She slid a hand under her boyfriend’s ass, and lifted him like an offering onto my lap.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She sat him just beneath my navel, patiently helped him spread his legs on either side of my cock. Sitting like this, he was only a little taller than the tip of my penis. Still in a daze, Casey wrapped his legs around me, and used his thigh muscles to pull me toward him. He kissed me. Slowly at first, then faster, almost desperately. Running his hands over me, like a man pulling a lover into a passionate embrace. He moaned, and the vibration traveled through me like an electric current. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan was still watching me, hands on her hips, so I forced myself not to move. Only lay back against the wall, let my spine relax, and groaned with pleasure. When she seemed satisfied I’d behave, she joined in as well. One hand stroking the hard ridge of my penis, the other reaching for her boyfriend. She grasped his cock, too, and pleasured both of us at once. His, small enough to be lost in her hand. Mine, longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">They weren’t in any hurry to get me off. Casey might have pushed me over the edge in his mad desire to touch as much of me as possible, but Jordan used her size to make him ease off. Putting herself between us, letting the weight of her body limit his movements, until he fell into a gentle, steady rhythm. If the two of them had made a concerted effort, it wouldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds to get me off. I’d been on the brink with Jordan at least a half-dozen times, and I’d been incredibly close on the couch earlier with Casey, too. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">But partly it took so long because the two of them spent as much time pleasuring each other as they did me. It was fascinating to watch, especially from this angle. Having them so tiny, and close. Aware I was staring, luxuriating in my attention. I lay back, breathing deep, absorbing every detail. How passionately she kissed him, how tightly he clung to her. The look of need on his face, as his lips closed over her nipple. The perfect oh of pleasure her lips made, as he began to nibble and suck. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was like this before. That night I’d watched them make out. The two of them, together on the couch. While I sat alone in an easy chair. How lost in each other they’d been. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I might’ve felt jealous. Except that they both looked at me, as often as they looked at each other. Sharing with me that same passion that they had for each other. Not merely as a giant, or a prop, but as someone they each adored. I was included. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It took me a while to notice that Jordan was shrinking herself again. Bringing herself closer to his size, so she could interact with him as his girlfriend, and not a giantess. My back crept up the wall, my ankles slid on the floor as I grew. My whole body growing hot as I started to sweat again. Casey gave a little coo of delight as my cock swelled bigger in his hands, and wrapped himself tighter around me, letting me grow against his chest. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan watched this for a moment, smiling. Then climbed up on my lap. She hugged him from behind, resting her cheek on his shoulder. Still bigger than him, but at the rate she was shrinking, it wouldn’t be for much longer. She seemed relieved, at long last, to not tower over anyone.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Scott,” she called. “Could you lay down flat please?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I did, careful not to spill the two of them. They repositioned themselves on my thighs, getting on their knees on opposite sides of my penis. Jordan shrank, and I grew. Soon the two of them were exactly the same height, and the perfect size to embrace each other, with my erection nestled snugly between their chests. Their warm little bodies, plushing against my cock, as they hugged, and touched, and kissed each other. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey was thrusting his cock against me. Jordan had her legs spread, massaging her miniature sex against a particularly large vein. They were gasping, moaning. Their tiny hands methodically stroking up and down my shaft. He ran his fingernails along the extra sensitive part, just beneath the tip along the underside of my penis. She bent, kissing and licking as precum flowed freely from me, and after a moment he followed her lead. The two of them were far too small for me to fit in their mouths, but they seemed suddenly determined to try. She hugged me tighter with her thighs. He squeezed me with his arms…. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“You guys,” I husked. “I’m gonna….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">They both moved faster. Looking imploringly into my eyes.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I came. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The force of the first pulse nearly threw them both off me. I watched as my first spurt of cum rose high into the air, arched, and plummeted back down over the two of them. Casey moaned. Jordan laughed. They kept stroking me, and my orgasm went on, and on. Soaking both of them both from head to toe. Even as my climax started to fade, they didn’t slow. It was too much, far too much, but I didn’t want them to stop. Gritting my teeth as the sensation overwhelmed me. They tugged, and teased, and succeeded again and again at making my cock give just one more fitful little pulse, long after I thought I was done. Each time another little splash of cum would escape, they would celebrate. And revel in getting as much of it on them as they could.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Eventually, even their best efforts couldn’t keep me going. My erection slowly deflated, collapsing onto my thigh in exhaustion. Casey and Jordan did the same. Lying down together in the soft hair on my tummy. I noticed that Jordan was quite a bit smaller now – the ratio between them, about her usual 4’11”, compared to Casey’s 6’3”. Even so, Jordan was the big spoon.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“How am I ever going to get the two of you cleaned up?” I said, after many minutes had passed. “There’s no way I can make it to the bathroom like this.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey snuggled in tighter against my stomach. Like a sleeping pet, not wanting to be distrubed.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“The kitchen’s big enough for you,” Jordan said, sleepily. “Just keep your head low, and watch out for the island. You can wash us off in the sink.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It sounded reasonable. I’d probably need dish soap anyway, as messy as I’d made the two of them. Yet for the time being, I didn’t want to move. I lay there, letting the moment linger as long as I could.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What about you?” Casey said at last. It was the first time he’d spoken in quite some time. His voice sounded much closer to normal.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Me?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yeah.” He lifted himself up on his elbows, giving me a thoughtful expression. “No offense, but you’re kinda… sweaty after all that growing. It’s a good smell in the heat of the moment, but now….”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan nodded, wrinkling her nose.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Alright, point taken. Once I’m finished with you two, Jordan can take back some height, and I’ll go take a shower.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan pursed her lips thoughtfully. The expression looked extremely dangerous. “No. After you’re done with us, we’ll wash you in the sink too. I’ve got one of those sprayer nozzles. I’ve always thought it’d make a damn good rain shower. The only trouble is finding someone small enough. Now, where oh where could we find someone like that?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I laughed, nervously. And couldn’t quite hide my grin. </span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-45933336840234390272022-07-08T14:31:00.002-07:002022-07-08T14:31:42.580-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 7<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8B8LYJBXm50fky6D9D9NcOu0FsthiIrIJ2alOCVE18JjaMOfkUnfZFr_0QOixI5hZpKnzdCHufqEceNCBytkpBiir_naSLl_HeQqFamQmG2vJmEM1Oh48KeftW1pGdNANQwTRXl5gFh0Udc3L1Wke-03uz56IpxdZNyFTw7avPmdQT-bS8UsZ-u2/s2000/Holding-Space-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8B8LYJBXm50fky6D9D9NcOu0FsthiIrIJ2alOCVE18JjaMOfkUnfZFr_0QOixI5hZpKnzdCHufqEceNCBytkpBiir_naSLl_HeQqFamQmG2vJmEM1Oh48KeftW1pGdNANQwTRXl5gFh0Udc3L1Wke-03uz56IpxdZNyFTw7avPmdQT-bS8UsZ-u2/w519-h519/Holding-Space-07.jpg" width="519" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, mini-giantess, shrunken woman, male giant, female shrinking, male growth, penis-in-vagina sex, penetration at various sizes, reference to fisting, small domme, third person objectification</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">7. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan stood. She was careful about it, her eyes flicking upward warily. It was a very near thing. But the top of her head was just a few inches beneath the ceiling. She exhaled, clearly exerting effort to stay calm in such a small space. “They’re eight and a half feet tall in here,” she said, pointing at the ceiling, but not daring to touch. “Only about seven feet in my bedroom. Which I know, for reasons.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She turned, and headed toward the living room. Moving in long strides, each step making the apartment rattle. I really got an appreciation for how jacked she was, from this perspective. Her well-toned shoulders emphasizing her narrow waist, her back powerfully muscular. And her butt? Yeah, she clearly hadn’t been skipping leg day.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Alright, so here’s the deal, Scott.” She put her hands on the back of the couch, motioned for me to join her. “You’re going to fuck me. Any questions?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I had several, the first of which being where she kept her step ladder. Her long legs came together at a point roughly level with the bottom of my chest.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But Jordan had anticipated this problem. Still bracing on the couch, she took a large step backward, until her arms were fully extended. She bent her knees, arched her back, spread her legs. And lowered herself halfway down into a squat. Her calves and glutes flexed impressively as she held the position. It didn’t look comfortable. It </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">did</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> look sexy.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Don’t worry,” she grunted. “I’ll help you.” Sweat was standing out on her forehead again, but this time I don’t think it had anything to do with her growth powers. “Hurry.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Despite her urgings, and the needy ache coming from between my legs, I did take my time with her. Just a little. Running my hands over her taut backside, down her thighs. Following the curves and indentations of her muscles. I rested my palm over her vulva, and pressed. Her sex was half-again as big as my entire hand. Even this part of her felt muscular. I stroked her. Felt her grow warm, her wetness spreading between my fingers. I massaged in a slow circle, listening to her groan in mingled pleasure and frustration, seeing her legs begin to shake.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“You’re really trying my patience, little man.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I grinned. “Sorry. Is this better?” I inserted my smallest finger into her cavernous opening. Thrust rapidly.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jordan gave a little huff of annoyance. “I know your dick isn’t quite </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> small. Don’t make me come back there.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I decided that was enough tempting fate. I pulled out, licked my finger clean. Then set my feet, grabbed ahold of her gigantic hips… and slowly slid inside her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">This time, there was more satisfaction in Jordan’s groan – though it was more the sound of a person tasting a delicious chocolate, than the heights of sexual ecstasy. There’s no other way to say it: she was just too big for me. At her size, my entire length was roughly the equivalent of my largest finger. But there’s a lot you can do with just one finger.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I got up on my tip-toes, angled down, and ground myself against her g-spot. Immediately her moan deepened. Her fingers gripped harder on the back of the couch. I wanted to reach around and stroke her clit, but her hips were far too wide for that. Instead I slipped my hand under her thigh, turning my body to make room. It took some searching, but the yelp of pleasure she made when my fingers closed over her thumb-sized clitoris was worth it.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">None of this would’ve been possible without her help, the way she was moving to accommodate me. Lifting up with her calves, pivoting her ass to meet me as I thrust. Then going deeper into her squat to create space between us when I pulled back. Her hot nectar was absolutely pouring down my thighs, syrupy and sweet-smelling. She kept glancing back over her shoulder, checking to see if I was okay. I could see in her eyes that her stamina was starting to give. Her whole body was shaking with the effort of holding this position for me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">After perhaps a minute of this, Jordan gave in. She closed her eyes. And I felt myself begin to grow.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">There was nothing subtle about it this time. She fed whole inches into me each time I thrust. Sweat poured from both of us as I grew and she dwindled against me. She sighed with relief, standing up a little straighter, taking the strain off her legs. Soon I could grasp her hips for support and feel like I was hugging a person, and not a tree. My cock swelled bigger and thicker inside her – still not filling her, but beginning to be squeezed by her ever so slightly. Her voice got higher as she shrank, but her sounds of pleasure only grew louder.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We paused to adjust our footing, when she was just about a head taller than me. By then we were giants, both over seven feet tall. I took the opportunity to survey Jordan’s tiny apartment, enjoying the majesty of my new size. Casey was actively stroking himself as he watched us. I shot him a wink. But then Jordan grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulled me onto my toes, kissed me savagely. Her eyes were wild, her hair drenched with sweat. And suddenly my need for her pushed all distractions away.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I shoved her toward the couch, actually daring to be rough with her, though she was far too big for me to move against her will. She rolled over on the little couch, landing on her back. Spread her legs wide, gave me a come-hither stare. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I didn’t go slow this time. Couldn’t have even if I wanted. I bent, grabbed both her shoulders, and fucked her. Hard. She screamed her approval, and shrank.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">In the moment we were both the same size, our eyes met. She smiled at me, looking demure for once. Almost guilty. But there was a fire behind her eyes. I kissed her. Not for the first time. But it was the first time on these terms. At a size where she seemed purely human, and not divine. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was almost as if I was giving her permission, for what was about to come. If that’s what it was, she accepted. She kissed me back. Then greedily, shrank herself smaller.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We were both utterly gigantic, but soon she felt like an average-sized woman to me. Then, less. I didn’t slow, plowing deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy squeezing me tighter with each thrust. She was Jordan-sized to me, a petite 4’11” to my reckoning, but still she was shrinking. We both howled with pleasure, the sound distinctly canine in that moment. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I lifted her hips high, standing to my full height, until only her head and upper back were still in contact with the couch. Driving inside, forcing myself as deep as I could go. She bit her lip, held her breath. Then shrieked as she came, her fingernails leaving deep red marks in my arm that I felt for days afterward.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">In the aftermath, she panted, staring dazed up into my eyes. “You better not fucking be done,” she growled. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I shook my head, sweat flopping from my forehead. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Good. Pick me up. Sit on the floor. Put me in your lap.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I obeyed, carrying her with me. She was about the same size as she’d been after her very first growth spurt, in the car. Five seven or so, in absolute terms. I, on the other hand, was pushing toward eight feet. When I lifted her, she hardly seemed to weigh anything at all. I sat with my back against the wall, legs spread wide, cradling her against my chest.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Make me face away from you,” she snapped. “Grab my hips, hold me over your cock.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I did. Casey had joined us by now, standing tiny and trembling between my ankles, with the best view in the house.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She made herself comfortable, bracing her feet against my thighs. She took a deep breath, centering herself, then nodded. “Okay. Go slow. Stop when I tell you.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I slid inside her. It took such an effort to take my time. Jordan was absurdly, almost impossibly tight. I could feel her against each vein, every curve and crevice of my cock. We moaned together, our voices echoing off the walls. Something pounded against the floor – probably the downstairs neighbor smacking his ceiling with a broom to get us to shut up. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Buddy, I thought, if you want to come up here, you’re in for a surprise.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Stop,” Jordan grunted. I was three quarters of the way inside her, my hands supporting her tiny ass a fraction of an inch above my lap. She panted, orienting herself toward her little boyfriend. Giving him a view of everything that was happening, without actually acknowledging his presence in any way. She lay her head back against my chest, gave me an evil little grin. Then, she began to shrink herself.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Fuck. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fuck!” </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her eyes clenched shut, her legs shook as I grew inside her. It went on, as long as she could bare. Inches melting off of her, and into me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Okay,” she whimpered, at last. “Pull out. But not all the way!”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It took a long time. Lifting her off me, inch by inch. We paused with only the head of my cock still inside. Catching our breath. Until she was ready again. I simply relaxed, and let gravity do the work. Pulling her down onto my massive cock. I didn’t get nearly as far this time before she demanded I halt. Again she held her breath, and shrank herself around me. Helpless squeaks and gasps escaping from behind bared teeth.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And on, and on. Fucking her smaller, a few inches at a thrust. My legs stretching out on the floor, my head creeping toward the ceiling. I could’ve gone over the edge in an instant, if I’d been allowed to go even a little faster. Jordan, however, came at least three times that I was aware of. Shuddering, exhaling in a rough staccato, her miniature little quim squeezing me frantically, as she shrank with each pulse.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was after a particularly powerful orgasm, as I was slowly pulling out again, that she gave my arm several sharp pats. “I need to be done.” </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I held her carefully, let her body slowly push my head out of her, a millimeter at a time. The tiny woman groaned, her hands clenching into fist, then cried out with relief as I finally slid out of her. I lay her across my lap. She trembled, and clung to me for support. I stroked her sweaty back, letting her calm down. Looking at her, I couldn’t believe I’d managed to fit in her at all. She had to be less than four feet tall, and by now I was more than ten. Even as she rested, I could see her getting smaller. Letting more of her size flow into me as I stretched out on the living room floor.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Fuck,” she said at last, her voice laughably high in pitch. “Scott, you’re amazing. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’m guessing you’ve had some practice. Casey must be pretty good at fisting, huh?”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“The two of you should swap tips sometime. Speaking of my boyfriend….”</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Both of us turned to regard him. The poor little guy actually jumped under the weight of our attention. It was almost as if he’d forgotten it was possible for us to perceive him at all. That, or there was just something inherently startling about having two giants suddenly take notice of you. He looked awfully shy, and cuter than I would’ve believed possible at this size. Not even knee height to me anymore. His mouth worked, but no sound came out. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Aw, cutie. Did we break you?” Jordan laughed, but there was a sweet sort of familiarity to the sound. It dawned on me that there was probably a lot about their sex life that I didn’t know. “Well. Let me make it up to you. We’ve ignored you long enough. Time for you to play with the big people.”</span></span></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-6421446530670629852022-07-05T14:13:00.006-07:002022-07-05T14:13:36.980-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 6<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYQMbxCppWvvwYVNjbSW4LFETJ0DoJ3fwasgjYwV7_Dzp0nxnDOqc-TlHpRbPVgtqh973uRMkA7n6TPDr8xRu4PL36CMAYEx8zXv6isX7NlV9f-v8gwL2j4fCrgknOiTl9nZOJdRe2FUDNWhhNF4Nsf415Ea4G_epQTjs3cyqOEjX7Rn8vZ178zTh/s2000/Holding-Space-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYQMbxCppWvvwYVNjbSW4LFETJ0DoJ3fwasgjYwV7_Dzp0nxnDOqc-TlHpRbPVgtqh973uRMkA7n6TPDr8xRu4PL36CMAYEx8zXv6isX7NlV9f-v8gwL2j4fCrgknOiTl9nZOJdRe2FUDNWhhNF4Nsf415Ea4G_epQTjs3cyqOEjX7Rn8vZ178zTh/w501-h501/Holding-Space-06.jpg" width="501" /></a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-db20aeca-7fff-5835-6488-5bd04654c601"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">CW: NSFW, F/m, giantess, male growth, female shrinking, mouth play, wall-pinning, third party objectification</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The giantess moved beneath us, shifting herself slowly so Casey and I wouldn’t lose our footing. Jordan lifted her head, supporting the back of her neck with both hands. The position made her shoulder and bicep muscles flex impressively. I’d been aware that she was athletic, of course. It was merely an intellectual fact, when she was 4’11”, and besides that, my best friend’s girlfriend. It hit a bit different, when she was looking at me in that particular way of hers, and when her well-toned forearm was many times bigger than my whole body.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Scott,” she drawled. “Come here.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I tried to move. I really did. Suddenly, I couldn’t make myself take even the first step.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jordan, though, looked pleased. “You’re not afraid of me, are you now? But earlier tonight you said you weren’t.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Behind me, Casey coughed. Even in my present half-panicked state I recognized that he was trying to hold back a laugh. He scooted further away, leaving me alone in Jordan’s presence.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some friend you are.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s actually really cute,” Jordan went on. “And if I’m being honest, kind of exciting. Who knew that all it would take was stealing almost all your height, to completely change the dynamics of our friendship.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I said nothing. Just watched her soft, gigantic lips, form words. Frozen like a deer in the headlights.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well. Does it help to know that I have no intention of hurting you? Even if that would be really, really easy.” She sniffed, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smirk. “Scott, I told you to come closer. Are you going to make me ask again?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Haltingly, I walked along her chest, side-stepping several large streaks of still-drying cum. It was a good thing she wasn’t more well-endowed – if her breasts were any bigger, I might’ve had trouble keeping my footing. She watched my approach, a patient smile on her face, until I stood balanced on the tip of her sternum. Near enough that I could feel the heat of her breath. She was just… enormous. So big that, this close, she hardly parsed as a human. More like a living mountain. My entire body only stretched from her chin to her eyebrows.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I want you to know that I’m grateful for the way you helped me earlier. But also, that my being grateful has nothing to do with what I’m about to say.” Her pale cheeks blushed ever so slightly, color blooming over them an inch at a time. Pupils the size of my palms, dilated. “I want to kiss you, Scott. And I should warn you that if I do, it’s not going to just be a kiss. Things are likely to… progress. Because you know how I get, when I’m in a certain mood? How I’m… how did we put it? Hard to put off? After what I just watched, I’m very, very much in that mood.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I shot a glance over my shoulder at Casey. He was fully ten paces away, sitting near Jordan’s navel. He had his knees hiked under his chin, and he was grinning. From the way he was watching us, the only thing he was missing was a bag of popcorn.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A sudden deep bass sound, incredibly loud, thrummed through my body. I instinctually jerked to face Jordan. It took me a moment to realize that she’d simply clucked her tongue to demand my attention. She apparently didn’t want me looking anywhere else. “I told you that Casey and I had a discussion about you, last night. Your feelings about him, his feelings about you. I neglected to mention another thing we discussed. That I’m also absolutely crazy about you. And that I think you might feel the same way.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was really blushing now.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I wanted tonight to be about the two of you. And I’m very proud of you both, for the way things went. But now I’m feeling the desire to, shall we say, participate.” She laughed gently. “Thing is, at my size? It’d be difficult for me to make the first move. Not if I want to be gentle with you. And I do want to be gentle. At least at first.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My whole body broke out in goosebumps.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So. If you like me too, and you want to see where this goes. What I’ve got planned for you. Then I’m going to need you to make the first move. It’s up to you, Scott.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I kissed her. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had to bend low to reach, balancing precariously on her chest. I ran my hand along her lower lip. Caressed here there, the way I might have touched her cheek if she were my size. She parted her lips for me, and I inhaled the faint scent of alcohol and grenadine. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It wasn’t anything at all like a normal kiss. I could only explore a tiny fraction of her at once. Inching along from one corner of her mouth to the other. Planting my lips again, and again, methodically trying to kiss every bit of her gigantic mouth. She held perfectly still, for a time. Until suddenly, quite dramatically she kissed me back. Covering my mouth, and nose, and half my chest. Pushing me backward, almost shoving me off my feet.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She giggled, her gigantic eyes incredibly bright. “You’re fun. Do that again. I’ve got a surprise for you this time.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I hesitated at the alarming phrasing, but really, there was no way I was going to turn her down.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She interacted with me more, this time. Pursing her lips, curving to meet me. Hard when she wanted to press back against me, soft and yielding when I was the one doing the pressing. She moaned, the force of it vibrating through me. And then, the vibration didn’t stop.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I felt her giant lips turning up into a smirk as we kissed. But somehow, her lips felt a little different. Not as big as before. I had only a moment to consider this, before I found myself losing my balance. I grabbed her cheek for support as I fell, and toppled bodily against her face. I lay there for a moment, but there was nothing to hold onto, and my body seemed slippery all of a sudden. After a moment I slid lower, my legs parting to follow her geometry, until I was straddled directly against her throat.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stared at her, faintly dazed. My butt resting on the top of her chest, my thighs tight against her neck. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Why yes Scott, I am into choking. But you should’ve asked first.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was still trying to think of a response, when she planted her lips on my stomach. In the same moment two gigantic fingers came down against my back, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape. She began to explore me with her mouth. Soft at first, then more forcefully. Her tongue slipped over my chest, my stomach, my hips. She closed her eyes, savoring me, moaning from the back of her throat. The sensation was overwhelming. All I could do was be still, and enjoy it. But the longer it went on, the more that sense of vibration I’d felt before was coming back. Giving me the oddest sense of movement, even though I wasn’t moving at all. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Slowly, I began to realize what was happening. As my legs slid further down along her throat, as her tongue traveled less and less distance over my body. As I slowly became soaked in sweat, as well as saliva. I was growing.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And, Jordan was shrinking.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found that I could reach her hairline. Then the top of her head. Leaning forward, letting my whole chest fall against her face. My feet finally reached the floor, and I used the leverage to brace, and thrust against her. She kept kissing me, watching me with a kind of fascinated pride as I grew. My erection touched the base of her chin as my hips expanded, and the giantess gave a knowing smile. She ducked her head ever so slightly, opened her mouth, invited me in. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was still so, so much bigger than me. But where before she might’ve seemed eighty feet tall, now she was perhaps only fifty. When I thrust my cock greedily into her, I was absolutely lost between her lips. As she moaned, and sucked me gently, I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into her mouth. Slowly inching my way further inside her. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was sitting between her breasts, bent almost double, my arms nearly long enough to reach the floor. It was beginning to require some serious flexibility on my part, when she abruptly pushed me out of her mouth, nudging me further down her chest with both hands. “Okay sweetie. You’re too big for this ride. Get down. You too, Casey.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I tried to obey. But my legs had been at a tough angle for a long time now, and doing a squat to climb off her face was a little challenging. Especially when I was fully erect and so turned on I could hardly form words. She watched a couple of my attempts, laughed, and lifted me instead, sitting me down on the cold floor. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Casey joined me, and tried to help me to my feet. This, as it turned out, was ill-advised. I nearly ended up pulling him down on top of me instead. I got up under my own power, and found that his head didn’t even quite reach my shoulder anymore.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I smirked at him, feeling big. Until Jordan moved.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was like watching a goddess rise out of the sea. Her body slowly lifted, as she pressed herself first onto her hands, then balanced onto her massive thigh. Her muscles flexed and bunched prettily as she moved. I’d never had such a good look at her before. Naked, and unafraid. She was just gorgeous. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For a moment it looked as if she was going to try to stand. But I watched her judge the distance to the ceiling, and shudder. Very gingerly, she got to her knees instead. Even in this position, she was almost as tall as the room would allow. I saw her take several quick, shallow breaths. Then she smiled, and extremely deliberately turned all of her attention to the two of us.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Casey, honey? I’m going to keep playing with Scott now. Do you want to join us?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The little guy gave me a sheepish grin, and shrugged. “I’m, um, still a little tapped out from before. Do… do you mind if I watch, though?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jordan and I shared a mutual, ‘I don’t mind if you don’t’ look. “That would be fine, sweetie,” she told him. “Though you might want to back up a little.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The giantess crawled on her knees toward me, and Casey scooted away in a hurry. Her expression was focused, looking nowhere but at me. I had time to think that she was deliberately keeping all her attention concentrated, like watching the horizon when you’re on a ship in rough water. But then she was on me. Grasping me with both hands, lifting me, shoving me against the wall with my feet way, way off the ground. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did you know,” she snarled savagely. “That there are three things I’ve fantasized about doing to you. Like, over and over, in the past year.” She held me, pinned and helpless. Looking at me like a cherished object, a prize she’d just won. “Sucking your cock, while you knelt on my chest? That was one. I thought you’d be bigger, but. No complaints here. What’s number two, you ask? Well. You ever see that meme that’s like… how to talk to a short person?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jordan didn’t give me a chance to answer. She groaned, and began to rub herself all over my body. Her cheeks, and throat, and mouth, exploring every last bit of me. Sometimes she’d slip my cock past her lips, suck on me for a moment, tease me with her tongue. But then she’d pull away, and rub the edge of her chin along my thigh, or press her gigantic forehead seductively against mine. And the longer this went on, the bigger I felt myself growing, the smaller I watched her shrink.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I grew, she always held me so our eyes were level. At first, my feet barely reached past her chest. Then they were down to her navel. Then, I felt them tickled by the rough stubble of perhaps two week’s growth of pubic hair. She inhaled sharply, letting out a long moan. Spreading her legs slightly, moving so my foot teased someplace soft, and warm, and wet. I curled my toes toward her, parting her lips ever so slightly. Soon it was my ankle sinking between her thighs. Then my calf.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The ratio of our sizes shifted rapidly. For a little while I was the perfect height for her to slip my cock between her breasts. She moved against me in a slow circle, grinding my dick between the soft swell of her tits, down into the hard valley between them, back again. As I grew she shifted her grip on me. Let me thrust against her breast bone. Then shifted again so my cock was against the hard grooves of her abs. Until at last I was too big for any of this to be comfortable. Reluctantly, she set me at her feet.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was still on her knees – and standing, I was a bit taller than her. Jordan looked up at me, wide-eyed, panting. “You have no idea,” she growled. “How long I’ve wanted to do that.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I hugged her, and she hugged me back. Both our bodies were absolutely dripping with sweat, and mine was still covered in saliva when she’d been many times bigger than me. We took relief in each other. It felt good, in ways I can’t even describe. For the time being, she’d stopped feeding her size into me. We just… were.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She smelled good. Like exertion, and excitement, and some sporty brand of antiperspirant. She was firm and warm against me. Big, in a way that could’ve been scary, but wasn’t. I felt safe, with her. It was different than when Casey had been twice my size. With him, it had simply underlined his soft, caring nature. That even as a giant, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. With Jordan? I felt protected. Like in her arms, there was nothing in the world I should fear.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a long time before I concentrated on anything but her. But gradually, something else occurred to me. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Jordan. I’m… bigger.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well duh.” Her lips brushed against my neck as she spoke.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No. Like. Bigger than normal. By a few inches at least.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She sighed dreamily. “I know. It’s such a relief. Giving all this size I’m holding to someone else. It looks good on you, by the way. Casey’s certainly enjoying it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’d almost forgotten he was there! I turned my head slightly, to see the little guy still watching us. He was absolutely adorable. Not much more than thigh height to me. His expression dazed, like he’d just witnessed something that he still didn’t know how to process. His little cock, I observed, was extremely hard.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So. That’s two of my fantasies with you, checked off. You’re doing good for me, little guy. Now we’re going to do the third one. Unless you’re in the mood to disappoint me.” She frowned threateningly. “You’re not, are you?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I shook my head.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She gave me a little pat. “Good boy.”</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPpG1_NXSkoSfcxqR7VFGj2qiMK3TZLX9xxstgr9fqJmBbkpeRiDsoghnmQJAGp0U05R1-arhvVvHfaTheRL4oohsSYqPM9hVYRBiKfCKuaV042x7_crmNrwyQuiuuY6zex1v_8kHUWZF0uZVw846QeCzpom62umuel_CnOs2-0n1mRA96deuwa3A/s2000/Holding-Space-06-alternate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="497" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPpG1_NXSkoSfcxqR7VFGj2qiMK3TZLX9xxstgr9fqJmBbkpeRiDsoghnmQJAGp0U05R1-arhvVvHfaTheRL4oohsSYqPM9hVYRBiKfCKuaV042x7_crmNrwyQuiuuY6zex1v_8kHUWZF0uZVw846QeCzpom62umuel_CnOs2-0n1mRA96deuwa3A/w497-h497/Holding-Space-06-alternate.jpg" width="497" /></span></a></div><br /><p></p>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-85054909805084935292022-07-03T09:11:00.002-07:002022-07-03T09:11:40.307-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 5<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafZIetEmjR5bbwIPDT8biQl4Gd5Wxx7wOasLKtH8gks8Bl5J0oRKc_CFwqP-kB5U8f2aZg30srBchTV8nlRHizZqQ-Tkni3eNB5xi4oNJFP_2fCCcVw4FPa09Q1SIG8759xCOloRx9oCf8wnvPqe3IqCi0tVxH5byiEenlmAT8zT94x46WAdoxa1q/s2000/Holding-Space-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafZIetEmjR5bbwIPDT8biQl4Gd5Wxx7wOasLKtH8gks8Bl5J0oRKc_CFwqP-kB5U8f2aZg30srBchTV8nlRHizZqQ-Tkni3eNB5xi4oNJFP_2fCCcVw4FPa09Q1SIG8759xCOloRx9oCf8wnvPqe3IqCi0tVxH5byiEenlmAT8zT94x46WAdoxa1q/w528-h528/Holding-Space-05.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">CW: NSFW, M/m, small dom big sub, unaware, honorifics, sleep play</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-f86b8931-7fff-3f04-14a2-f9243267701b"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">5.</span></span></span><div><span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey held me against his chest as his body shifted beneath me. I froze on instinct. It isn’t often that you’re picked up and manhandled by someone so much bigger than you, and it turns out if you aren’t prepared, it does things to your brain. He casually braced me while he got himself into a sitting position, with his knees spread wide, his feet touching at the heels. Then sat me down in the little hollow place he’d created between his legs, facing him. It was like my own little enclosure, created by his massive thighs.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Hi,” he said.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Um. Hi.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It hadn’t occurred to me to be overwhelmed by Jordan’s size, while the two of us were helping her. It was odd in retrospect, considering she was four or five times bigger than Casey at this point. Yet now, with the giant man’s attention fully directed at me. That look on his face….</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I swallowed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I’m very proud of you,” he rumbled. His voice was pitched low, so as not to wake the sleeping giantess. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Oh?” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yeah. You did a really good job. You saved both of us.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I tried to not let on how much this was affecting me. His kind words, his size, his naked body. I nonchalantly rested one hand against his thigh, like I was sitting in an easy chair. “What did I do?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Don’t be coy.” He held up his giant fist, and pressed his knuckle against my chin. You could call it a playful punch, but he did it so lightly, it might as well have been a kiss. “That was incredibly brave. With Jordan. Approaching her the way you did. Not backing down, even as fast as she was shrinking you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“It was stupid. She told me to run, and I ignored her. It could just as easily have ended in disaster.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">His hand shifted very slightly, until his curled fingers were covering my lips. “No. It was perfect. Me? I was too scared to think straight. But it didn’t even seem to bother you. The only thing you were thinking about, was the way she was in distress. You wanted to help her.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I tilted my head back ever so slightly, freeing my mouth, looking up into the giant’s eyes. “I don’t know why, but I wasn’t scared. I was thinking about her, and about you, too. I didn’t want her to see her in distress like that, or for you to shrink away to nothing.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He reached out, and began to stroke my back. His hand was wide enough to span from shoulder to shoulder. “My hero.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I let myself relax at his touch, half closing my eyes. “Anyway. Without your help, it would all have been for nothing. I was too small to help her move by the time I got her calmed down. If you hadn’t been there to take the reins….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Alright Scott.” His hand moved lower. “I guess I’m </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">your</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> hero, too.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan’s body was soft and warm beneath us. The steady rhythm of her breath, making us rise and fall like the gentle rocking of a ship. I allowed myself to luxuriate in Casey’s affection. His hand was calloused, his touch soft and caring.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Gradually the pressure increased, and I let it pull me in, leaning down closer, toward him. In short order, I was staring directly at his cock. It was lying there, languid, draped prettily along his thigh. I’d touched it before. When it was small enough to fit beneath my palm. There was even a time when it had been as small as my littlest finger. Now it was so big I’d need both hands to wrap around it, and he wasn’t close to fully hard.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">As he pet me… he was getting there, though.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I watched in quiet fascination as his penis slowly, slowly grew. The rough textured surface of his testicles pulling taut, growing tighter against the base of his shaft. Pulsing, shifting in subtle ways that I could never have noticed at normal size. His shaft grew longer, thicker…millimeter by millimeter…until it became too heavy to support its own weight. Then it fell, shifting a fraction of an inch down his thigh – and the whole process repeated. I watched this happen several times as he stroked me. Breathing in the musky, alluring scent of him, while he grew. Feeling the symmetry, as my own body responded in the same way. Knowing my own cock was going through the exact same process. Just, smaller. Less.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Is this okay?” he asked me, in a low voice.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yes.” I reached out, running my fingertips through his coarse pubic hair, and grinned as I saw an instant response from his body. “You know. I enjoyed touching this earlier. Back when you were small. I must’ve been doing a good job, huh Casey? You called me, ‘Sir.’”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He laughed, almost timidly. “It just slipped out. I hope it didn’t make things weird.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not at all. It was cute.” My fingers stroked lower, along his inner thigh. His body bent, following the movement. Like a flower following the sun. “Well. You’re the big guy now. Maybe I should be calling </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He let out a long, happy sigh. It was several seconds before he answered. “Um. If it’s okay. I’d still like to call you that. Even at this size. It just… feels right.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I suddenly felt very warm. And something else too. Not ‘big’ exactly, though the word did capture some of it. “It’s okay. I think I’d like that a lot actually.” My hand drew in closer. When my thumb brushed against his balls, they gave a lovely little throb, and shifted tighter against his body. “You can say it now. If you want.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sir,” he groaned, clearly luxuriating in the sound of it. His penis arched toward me. “Sir…would you please touch me?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Smirking, I pointed, very slowly. And let my first two fingers press gently just beneath the head. “Here?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He nodded emphatically. “Please.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Please…?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Please Sir!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I went to work on him. When he’d been small, it was easy enough to touch him, to make him feel good, without a true and visceral understanding of what was happening to his body. He’d been a tiny, needy little object in my arms. I could please him with the curling of a finger, the slightest shifting of my wrist. Now, he looked fourteen feet tall from my perspective. His presence was impossible to abstract in the way I had before. When he twitched, or thrust, or moaned, that fact became the central facet of my world. It filled my vision, flooded my senses. The power dynamic between us hadn’t changed. But my experience of it was entirely different.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was still new to this. Touching another man, I mean. It was always going to be intimidating, never mind the challenges that come with getting off someone who is more than twice your size. But Casey gave me such perfect feedback. And more, I was tuned to receive every last bit of it. He was trying to keep his voice down – unnecessary, since the shift in Jordan’s breathing clearly said she was awake – but even so I could tell in an instant when I touched him in a good place. When he wanted a little more pressure, or when I should move my palm a fraction of an inch to give him what he wanted. Best of all, when he wanted something, and I knew I could draw him closer to the edge by almost, but not quite giving it to him.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Sir,” he husked. “That feels really good.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I smirked. Clasped both hands beneath the crown of his penis. Began to massage him from tip to base. It felt like a very long journey, but he seemed to luxuriate in every inch of it. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey bit his lip, shook his head. It was absolutely adorable, from a man of his size. “I want to cum,” he squeaked. “But… we can’t. I can’t. Jordan. I mean….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“I think,” I growled. “That if she had a problem with this, she would tell us to move. Or else move us herself.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">His face contorted into a delightful mix of confusion and need. “What do you mean? She’s…”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Oh, of course. I was quite a bit smaller than Casey, and in a much better position to pick up on subtle changes in Jordan’s body. “She’s been watching us,” I explained, as I continued to stroke him. “For a while now. She’s only pretending she’s asleep. Probably because she doesn’t want to interfere, or make me self conscious.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could feel Jordan’s heart begin to beat faster against my butt.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“She wants this, for both of us. She could participate if she wanted. But I think it’s more fun for her this way. She must be enjoying it – I can’t remember the last time she went this long without shooting her mouth off.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giantess beneath us made a little noise deep in her chest. It might’ve been a grunt of annoyance, but honestly, it sounded more like a laugh.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Casey looked from his gargantuan girlfriend, who still very much appeared to be asleep. Down to me, as I grinned up at him, and continued to massage his fifteen inch cock. “And to think I felt bad about you watching the two of us just, like, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">make out.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I bent down, and gave him a quick lick. Like he was an ice cream cone that I was trying to stop from dribbling over the side. “We made a promise, that we wouldn’t let her feelings get in the way. So, never mind how badly she wants this, or how hot it’s clearly making her.” I gave a little sniff, inviting him to notice the growing scent of his girlfriend’s arousal. “So, big guy. You still want me to make you cum?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Yes, Sir.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan moaned weakly from the back of her throat, her eyes giving an involuntary flutter. She mumbled something, her lips hardly moving.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What was that?” I asked the fifty foot woman.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“My tits,” she breathed, barely loud enough to hear. “Scott. Make him cum on my tits. Please.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I snapped my fingers, and gave Casey’s side a little slap. “You heard her. Get up on your knees.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He obeyed. I had to fight back a moment of fear at seeing someone so much larger, move so quickly. When I pulled myself to my feet, I was amazed that, even standing, I didn’t quite come up to his chest. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I positioned myself in front of him. Cupped the head of his penis with one hand, reaching down to stroke his balls with the other.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“You better tell me when you can’t hold on any longer.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He nodded. The gesture was so emphatic, I knew it wouldn’t be long.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I built him back up, trying to be gentle at first. But he was so close, and I wanted this so badly. In a few seconds I was giving him everything I had. Squeezing and tugging, licking and nibbling. He was practically dripping, his precum hot and masculine in scent, and without even thinking I kissed it off his tip. The flavor wasn’t exactly pleasant – thicker and saltier than I might have wanted – but it was his, and I moaned in appreciation for it.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could see changes in him. The texture, the color of his penis, as he approached his release. His length taking on a purplish hue, the little bumps and grooves along his shaft going suddenly smooth. I pumped him faster, and faster, until he gasped, and one dinner plate-sized hand tapped my shoulder. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"> “I’m… gonna…”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I stepped out of the way. Still massaging him with both hands, I pointed him down toward his giant girlfriend’s breasts. And squeezed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He erupted. Howling in a high, broken voice, as I let him spray all over Jordan. After the evening of flirting, our session earlier on the couch, the long build-up… he came impressively, almost absurdly hard. To me, it was an absolute deluge. Enough to cover half my body at least if I’d been standing in the way. Yet on Jordan’s pert little breasts, the mess he made was insignificant. Almost cute. She held her character throughout. Playing the role of the sleeping giantess. Except, that she couldn’t quite keep the satisfied smile off her face.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We lay together afterward. I wanted to be the big spoon, to cradle him against me, but I was too small to comfortably get my arm over his shoulder. And so I let him hold me instead. Enjoying the warmth of him, the presence. His chest hairs tickled my back, but I didn’t mind.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“That,” Jordan rumbled, like the shifting of tectonic plates beneath us. “Was really. Fucking. Hot.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Neither of us said anything. We all just enjoyed the moment. The refrigerator buzzed. The old man on the floor beneath yelled something at his TV. I felt at peace.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Eventually, Jordan stirred. “Not to ruin the mood,” she said. “But this floor is starting to get uncomfortable. Lying this way is murder on my neck.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Fair enough.” I gave Casey’s arm a gentle tap, and he released me, helped me to my feet on her chest. “I guess all good things have to come to an end. What time is it, anyway?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan smirked. It was always a dangerous expression. At her size, it made my breath catch in my throat. “Oh, don’t call it so soon, little guy. I have a few ideas for how we can keep the night going. And don’t think I’ve forgotten that snide little comment about shooting my mouth off. I’m inclined to show you exactly what this mouth can do.”</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span></div>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-72839830892780325682022-06-30T16:16:00.000-07:002022-06-30T16:16:04.177-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 4<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiov3ZqJdiAGnxw8azzWxkBqxdejuHuAOrdTAycLuiSWnUG03OjLyaA2uTv7zSTU6seAvPDcdxlPmkf0Z4ngajdN9T_LL67T3WcFGELrrEOTehn_x5Q4wsBHhaaLGJiF_xQEXRLtn7xJ-qrQDZBv-i-eXGi80_MImmfmzYPTzwk47AT5e5nlwMFcl9/s2000/Holding-Space-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="583" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiov3ZqJdiAGnxw8azzWxkBqxdejuHuAOrdTAycLuiSWnUG03OjLyaA2uTv7zSTU6seAvPDcdxlPmkf0Z4ngajdN9T_LL67T3WcFGELrrEOTehn_x5Q4wsBHhaaLGJiF_xQEXRLtn7xJ-qrQDZBv-i-eXGi80_MImmfmzYPTzwk47AT5e5nlwMFcl9/w583-h583/Holding-Space-04.jpg" width="583" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">CW: Fear, panic attack, claustrophobia, risk of death, comfort, female growth, male shrinking</span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-84454372-7fff-4133-d417-61136c7a44e4"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">4.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It was almost comical, watching Casey run. His little legs pumping, his half-hard cock flopping in front of him. He couldn’t have been much more than two and a half feet tall, and Jordan’s bedroom was a long way for a little guy to run.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Not that I made much better time. My pants were only three quarters of the way up my thighs, and as hard as I was, it would’ve required serious concentration to zip up without hurting myself. No time to just strip, either. So I hobbled along, hopping from one foot to the other, holding my jeans up. Like some not-safe-for-work parody of a three-legged race. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey reached Jordan’s bedroom first. The doorknob was eye level for him. He fumbled both hands around it, heaved, and managed to pull open her door. The blue glow of a bedside lamp fell on him. In that illumination, I watched his face contort in shock… just before he lost another inch in a sudden burst.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No,” Jordan groaned, in that awkwardly deep voice of hers. “Babe, don’t come in here, you can’t.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The little man flinched, and took two quick side steps. Getting out of the way, throwing his back against the wall outside Jordan’s bedroom. It reminded me of the way a person takes cover in an action movie shoot-out. “You’re not okay, though!”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">A soft avalanche, like books tumbling from a shelf. A whimper. “I can’t stop it. Can’t stop shrinking you. I can hold it off like this. But when I see you… as soon as I see you….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">By now I was standing on the opposite side of the opened door. Casey and I exchanged a look. Frightened, but determined. By eye, we exchanged a plan. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I nodded. And zipped up my jeans.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Hey Jordan. I’m coming in, okay?” I stepped into the light.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan was curled up in the corner. Her back was bent, legs drawn to her chest. She seemed to be doing everything she could to make herself as small as possible. She was big – though not nearly as big as I’d been expecting. From the sounds of destruction, I thought she was about to burst out of the room, Alice in Wonderland style. Not that she didn’t take up space. Even sitting, as drawn into herself as she was, the top of her head reached past my shoulders. She was completely naked – obviously nothing that fit her at four foot eleven would be wearable at nine feet – though I don’t think her posture had anything to do with modesty.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Scott,” she whimpered. “I’m really scared.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I held out both hands, and slowly advanced into the room. “It’s okay. We’re going to get through this.” It suddenly occurred to me I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know the first thing about how any of this worked, whether there was a damn thing I could do to help her in a situation like this. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I took another step closer to my giant friend. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan shook her head, burying her face between her knees. Squeezing herself tighter. Sweat was absolutely pouring down her body now, soaking her hair, dripping freely onto the floor. “It’s a self-defense mechanism,” she squeaked. “I use it automatically when I’m threatened. I can control it, consciously. But.” She yelped, and a sudden pulse of warmth went through my body. “Scott, I’ve never been claustrophobic like this.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I didn’t take my eyes off her, but I reached down. Ran my finger along the waistband of my jeans. They’d been painfully tight just a moment ago. Now, they were definitely a bit loose.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Everything’s okay, Jordan.” Another step. “I’m here. Just tell me what you need.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She tried to back away, putting herself even further into the corner. Her back hit the wall and she flinched dramatically, scooted until she wasn’t touching anything. Her head rose higher. I bit my lip,overcome by a sudden wave of vertigo as I shrank in a sudden burst. Now the top of my head was level with her nose. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“You have to go,” she hissed. “You and Casey. Get as far away from me as possible. I don’t know… don’t know how far will be safe, but I can’t stop this, can’t make it stop, please, I don’t want to get any bigger, don’t want to shrink you both to nothing….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I could feel myself steadily losing inches. I considered continuing to hold up my jeans, but they were getting heavy, and anyway I wanted to have my hands free. I let them fall, and continued forward. I hadn’t been shrinking for even thirty seconds, but already I was well under four feet.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“No, Scott. Please.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I was close now. I reached out, and laid my hand on her shoulder. I held it there, as she rose higher, and I continued to dwindle. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Hey,” I whispered. “The ceilings in here are kind of low.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She groaned, and swelled bigger. I couldn’t have been much taller than Casey. I was going to have to work fast.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“What I mean is. Your dining room is pretty big, isn’t it? And not to criticize your decor, but you definitely under-decorated. It’s like you aren’t even worried that a fancy ten person dinner party could break out at any moment.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She laughed weakly. “Yeah, but you should see my liquor cabinet.” Jordan shivered, as she stole another couple inches of my height. My head sank to the level of her mattress, and I was obligated to shift my hand from her shoulder to her thigh.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take your hand, and we’re going to crawl. I mean, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you’re</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> going to crawl. I’ll walk. And we’ll head for the door.” </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I looked over my shoulder, and wasn’t surprised to see Casey coming to join us. What did give me a bit of a shock, was how much bigger he looked. He was taller than me again, and the height difference between us was greater even than when the night started. I didn’t think the top of my head would even reach his chin.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan’s gigantic hand took mine. It was clammy, soaked with sweat, and covered half my forearm. She squeezed, and both she and Casey seemed to grow as she stole more of my height.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It took a long time for Jordan to get herself uncurled from the corner. She was gargantuan – far too big to stand in this tiny little room. On her hands and knees though, she did have plenty of clearance. Several feet at least. Yet the way she moved, she might’ve thought she was twice her size. And that the walls and ceilings were covered in spikes. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I stood on one side of her, and Casey the other. She crawled. Casey took over the role of soothing her now, telling her she was doing a good job, warning her about the edge of her dresser, about the pile of notebooks next to her knee. I stayed silent, not wanting the rising tone of my voice to give away how much I was shrinking. I was shoulder height to Casey. Then chest-height. He gave me the briefest of glances, a little reassuring smile. And turned his attention to instructing Jordan on how to fit through the door frame.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Okay. You’ve got so much more room now.” Casey quietly jerked me aside, out of the way of his titanness girlfriend. Her knee came down, narrowly missing the place I’d just been standing. She looked at least seventy-five feet tall to me now, so big she could easily have picked me up with one hand. She was too scared to keep her eyes open, and had nearly crawled right over me on her way to freedom.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Lay down on your back, okay? The floor is cool. Just breathe for me, sweetie. Big deep breaths. Everything’s okay.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan did as he said. It was like watching a house collapse in slow motion. She allowed herself to crumple, lowering herself to her thighs, then twisting, turning, carefully avoiding touching any walls or furniture as she found her way to her back. She had to stretch out diagonally to accomplish this – she was taller than the room was wide, and it wasn’t a small room. Then she lay there, taking deep, shaky breaths, her eyes narrowed to slits.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Casey, more than twice my height now, gave me a long, appraising look. As he did, his hand grew ever so slightly in mine. I was still shrinking apparently, but much slower now. That was something. I was right around a foot tall by then. I probably should have been scared, but somehow, I wasn’t. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The giant man gave my hand a squeeze. I remembered how the night had started the same way. I smiled.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">“Okay,” he called, raising his voice just enough to be sure Jordan could hear. “I think we’re too small to go get your weighted blanket. But I have another idea. I’m going to touch you, okay? Scott is too.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">She nodded emphatically, turning her enormous head to look at me. “Sorry,” she mouthed. I lost another fraction of an inch.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I shrugged, and rolled my eyes. Miming an emotion for her – ‘Ah well, what are you gonna do?’</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Still holding my hand, Casey pulled me forward. He helped me climb up on her shoulder, then followed himself. He was much larger, and that made it possible for him to lift directly onto her chest. He moved, making space for me, and motioned me to join him. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I took a place beside him. Taking my lead from him, the two of us spread out, from the base of her ribs, to a place just beneath her sternum. Lying on top of her. Letting our weight press down on her chest.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Jordan’s A-cup breasts rose and fell, each almost as large as I was. We lay there. Trying to be still, trying not to shift. At first this was hard. I could feel the jackhammer beat of Jordan’s heart with my entire body. It throbbed and pounded, and I shook with it. Casey put his large hand on my back, steadying me. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And then, we just. Existed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">It took a long time. Jordan’s breathing slowly became more regular, and predictable. I could hear the wind rushing into her gigantic lungs beneath me. Impossibly, intimately close. After a few repetitions I could pick out the rhythm. Inhale, 1, 2, 3, 4. Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4. Exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4. Repeat. If I was still shrinking, it wasn’t enough to notice.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Gradually her heart beat slowed. Her body, slick with sweat and too warm, cooled. I was so close I could see every subtle sign of the giantess’s relaxation. The muscle at the base of her jaw quivering, tightening, then relaxing. The little knot at her temple slowly unclenching. Her eyes, going from tightly squeezed shut, to gently, peacefully closed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I would guess it was thirty minutes before the rhythm of her breath told us she was asleep. At last I dared to move. Rolling over, beneath the weight of Casey’s hand. He turned to look at me, regarding me serenely. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The man… God. Well over twice my size. Handsome, and strong, a reassuring look on his face. He was absolutely… gorgeous.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And, I realized, with a pleasant little thrill. Even as big as he was, I wasn’t afraid of him.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">When he reached for me, I opened myself, and moved toward him. One hand slipped beneath my shoulder. The other, around my waist. He pulled me toward him.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867920740860424989.post-1314090614914370732022-06-27T14:41:00.004-07:002022-06-27T14:41:34.688-07:00Holding Space - Pt. 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm0j7ZPGhWcE5IWvMRu97EnYhzOLCCy-sb2SYd1H0uL_Si6GkDYxtK-z0ZV6w3VZF0tab95Kd-dfWFLpSq_WKtu1AwiezlDgKSsEfAY3pN9YNeiBWOm2NmuLLilPSj2qNsyajcj-Vcc0yPpE8LUNCs0nLDZ_oq_X-vNznlXu-vfGLRH9Bm7tILD0C/s2000/Holding-Space-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="543" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm0j7ZPGhWcE5IWvMRu97EnYhzOLCCy-sb2SYd1H0uL_Si6GkDYxtK-z0ZV6w3VZF0tab95Kd-dfWFLpSq_WKtu1AwiezlDgKSsEfAY3pN9YNeiBWOm2NmuLLilPSj2qNsyajcj-Vcc0yPpE8LUNCs0nLDZ_oq_X-vNznlXu-vfGLRH9Bm7tILD0C/w543-h543/Holding-Space-03.jpg" width="543" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">CW: NSFW, M/m, male shrinking, honorifics, dudes being awkward, dudes doing it~</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-57f69a0f-7fff-ed24-f367-c0893dc0fd0a"><div><span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">3.</span></span></div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Help yourself to anything in the fridge. You know where the bottle opener is. If you’re going to play music, don’t make it too loud or the neighbors’ll complain. Oh - and throw down a blanket on the couch? I just had it reupholstered.” Jordan gave us a knowing smirk, and walked wincingly off toward her bedroom, her steps awkward in her too-tight shoes.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You’re not planning to join us?” I asked.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Huh? Oh, maybe later.” She glanced again toward the back of her apartment. “I wanted to give my two favorite guys a little private time. Besides, I’m seriously going to die if I don’t get these clothes off. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to accomplish the feat without an extraction crew. I’ll holler if I need you to fetch the Jaws of Life or something.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">She left.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Casey and I stood together in the entryway. My arm was around his shoulder, his hand was in mine. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Do you, um. Want another beer?” I asked.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“No thanks.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He led me over to the couch. In silence, the two of us spread Jordan’s big grey afghan over the surface. I was tucking it carefully into the cushions when Casey touched my shoulder. “Hey. Sit with me?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I nodded, my heart beating very fast. On the first attempt, I left the acceptable-for-friends six inches of space between us. I corrected, and moved closer, until we were almost touching.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The AC unit in Jordan’s window made a funny clicking noise, then settled back into a low hum. Somewhere on a floor beneath us, a man laughed.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Want to put on a movie or something? Or, the west coast games might still be on. The Angels are playing the….”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I have a confession to make. I don’t actually like baseball.” Casey gave me a sad little smile. “Scott. We don’t have to do this.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“No. No! I want to, believe me. I just… don’t know how to start.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“I could go ask Jordan to make me a little smaller. Would that help?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I considered it. Seriously. The idea did cause a certain amount of stirring inside me. But then I shook my head. “Maybe later. This is a good height for you.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He smiled serenely, and leaned against me. Resting his head against my shoulder, placing his hand on my chest. “Yeah. I think so too.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I pulled him a little closer. And then we just… sat that way. For a long time. His body rose and fell as he breathed against me. His hair tickled my chin. At first my brain worked through the calculus of how to initiate things with him. But then I relaxed, and just enjoyed having him so close.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I wasn’t thinking anything at all, when he started to kiss my throat. My body just responded to the sensation. My head tilting back to give him better access, my arm around his shoulder, drawing him in tighter. His lips were soft, and warm, and he placed them on me with slow precision. Working his way from my sternum, to the bottom of my chin. Up the line of my jaw. I followed his progress, orienting toward him like a compass as he explored me.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He started to unbutton my shirt, and I let him, my hands resting at my sides. Everything about this moment felt crisp, and immediate. I was very aware of the way his fingers worked to free each individual button. We made eye contact, and I saw his curiosity, his concern. Asking without words if this was good. I smiled encouragingly. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Casey kissed his way down my chest, peeling back my shirt as he went. Running his lips over me, down the trail of hair to my stomach, nuzzling me with his cheek as he went. I held still, breathing deep. He ran his fingers along the rim of my jeans, then began to struggle with my belt.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“Wait.” I touched his chin, then motioned for him to stand. “You first, okay?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">His clothes were so laughably baggy. Understandable, since he’d lost eight inches of height. It was such a damn cute look on him. I stood behind him. Resting my chin on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind. When I leaned against him, my groin pressed against the small of his back. He arched toward me, going up on his tiptoes, and let the firmness of his ass shove against me. I growled a little moan into his ear, squeezing him tighter. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He kept grinding into me this way as I lifted his shirt over his head. It came easily, and then I just held him against me, one hand rough on his shoulder, the other across his tummy. The two of us, moving together. The sounds of our breath intermingling, sharing little gasps of pleasure and anticipation. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My hand stroked lower. Worked the button of his jeans, snapped it free. Immediately his pants slipped several inches down his hips. They probably would have fallen to his feet if I hadn’t been there to hold them in place, and if he hadn’t been so hard. Carefully, delicately, I slipped beneath his waistband. He froze, holding his breath, as I tugged at the soft fabric. Searching, in the folds of his too-big boxers. And then, my fingers brushed against the hard arch of his penis. He cried out in a long note, that slowly decreased in pitch as I traced my thumb down the length of it. Exploring him. It was silky, and warm, and it pulsed ever so slightly with my touch. I let my whole palm cover it, cupping him, running my fingers through his short, coarse pubic hair.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“It’s not too small, is it?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I kissed his ear. “Well it’s the first one I’ve ever touched, other than my own. So it isn’t like I have a lot of, ah, opinions just yet. Why, is that something you’re worried about?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Casey grinned dreamily. “It’s something I considered, yeah. Given the present circumstances.” He inhaled deeply, and breathed out through his nose. “Besides. I think it’s about to get smaller.”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He turned then in my grasp, moving away from me just a little. His pants failed to fall away easily, catching for just a moment against his erection, and he was obliged to play with them a little before they dropped around his ankles. He braced against my shoulder, leaning his naked body against me so he could lift himself high enough to kiss. It was immediately apparent he’d lost a few inches in the time I’d been touching him. As I held him, I could feel him continuing to shrink.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">That damn near pushed me over the edge right there. For a moment, I barely inhabited my body. My hands gripped his ass savagely, directing him to thrust against me. My tongue parted his little lips, wrestled him into submission. Leaning over him, the weight of me forcing him down, even as he dwindled in my grasp. I was on fire, mad for him, and from the sounds he was making, he felt the same way. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">After a few seconds, we managed to slow things down. I let him kiss me, finding myself bending lower, and lower, to keep in contact. My hand drifted, reached below, found his cock. My palm pressed into it, so small now that I could cover it completely. I let him buck his hips against me, grinning as I felt it shrinking in my grasp.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I was a head taller than him. Then he slipped beneath my shoulders. Then I was leaning forward, and his face was pressing against my bare chest. He was huffing, making cute desperate sounds with his nose. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“You’re getting close, aren’t you? Little guy. Just a couple more seconds of this is all it’s going to take, huh?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Casey moaned. Trembled against me. Then with what must have been a huge amount of effort, he pulled away. He was a red-faced, sweaty little mess. He looked scared, and excited, and very turned-on. I wasn’t in a headspace to take measurements, but I would have guessed he was around four and a half feet tall, and still visibly getting smaller.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">“If it’s okay,” he said, in a tiny little voice. “I’d like to, um. Touch you too. Before I get too little. Is that okay? Sir?”</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">That last word. It had… an effect on me. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">Smirking, I made him step back. Had him stand still as I slowly removed my belt, and slipped my pants down my thighs. His eyes widened at the sight of me. I don’t know which of us would’ve been bigger at normal size, but that was irrelevant. To me, he was tiny, not much longer or thicker than my two biggest fingers put together, and that was so sexy that I could hardly see straight. To him, though? I must have looked enormous. He watched in a haze of excitement, hands curling in my direction, but waited for me to tell him when to move. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I took my time. Sat. Got comfortable. Spread my legs, stretching out. Then at last, beckoned him.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">He was on me at once. Dropping to his knees, an almost worshipful posture. I had time to think he was the perfect height for this position, and then coherent thought became difficult. His little hands, moving over me in circles, as if he was polishing an altar. His eyes softly closed, his lips parted. Moaning, and kissing, and nuzzling. He could’ve pushed me over the edge in only a few seconds like this. But he wanted to savor this as much as I did, and he seemed to know every button to push. Fingernails along the underside of my shaft, making me twitch. Lightly caressing my balls with his fingertips. A gentle little nibble just beneath the crown of my penis. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">My voice cracked. I saw stars.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I’m not sure how long this went on before I realized just how small he was getting. It was probably when he was obligated to stand up to reach me. It was awkward for a moment, as we tried to figure out how we fit together. He was too small to reach me comfortably from his knees, but too big to easily reach me with his mouth if he was standing. But then he reached out, cupped the backside of my dick with both hands, and eased me toward him. He arched his hips, brought us together, and massaged his tiny little cock against mine. </span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I groaned, placing both my hands on his back. Giving him purchase, pulling him closer. Lifting him higher as he thrust. As he got smaller I was more and more in control of his motions, until I was using him like a toy. He groaned in satisfaction, looking up at me with soft, needy eyes. He shrank, and I gripped him tighter. Not even half my height, his little moans delightfully high in pitch. Getting louder, reaching a crescendo.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">I braced against the couch, flexing my thighs. My toes curling….</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">In the next room, something crashed. Jordan screamed – her voice much deeper than I remembered. It was not a sound of surprise, or pain. But of terror. Casey and I looked at each other. I’m ashamed to say there was a moment of indecision. Though probably, not more than half a second.</span></span></p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: arial;">The half-sized man almost tripped over his pants as he started to run toward Jordan’s bedroom. I quickly got him free. Then, hiking up my own jeans, I hurried after him.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>pseudocleverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544591206973819286noreply@blogger.com0