Honesty's Reward - Pt. 7

 

CW: Brief physical altercation, attempted physical harm

For the first few seconds, no one moved. We all just stared in silence at Tiffany. The girl looked like the largest, most muscular bukkake star that ever existed. Standing there with that slack-jawed, faintly dazed expression you see on girls who have just taken a hard one to the face – if you know what I mean.

Tiffany was covered from nose to navel in a thick layer of greyish cream. She was trembling.  Her breath coming in little gasps, her pupils much too large. Her lips parted in a soundless whimper. And then, faster than I would have imagined possible, she started to shrink.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, fighting panic as her body dwindled. The girl's sleeveless crop top had been skin-tight, almost to the point of circulation loss, and cut to reveal massive swaths of cleavage to anyone tall enough to actually look. Suddenly the garment wasn't close to form-fitting. Within a few seconds, she was practically lost in it. She held her hands to her face, trying to watch herself shrink.  I knew from experience that was futile, and against my better judgment, felt a wave of sympathy.  

“Lower ranking employee, my ass,” Anthony sneered.  The giant watched the fruits of his labor with satisfaction for another moment, then turned to regard me.  Then immediately blushed and looked away.  Oh – I hadn't thought to cover myself yet. Or for that matter, even gotten around to closing my legs. “Sam? Are you...okay? I heard somebody moaning, and I sort of assumed Tiffany was…like…torturing…you….”

“Ah?  No?  Not torture, exactly.” My voice was a mouse's squeak, coming from a tiny throat constricted with embarrassment. I gestured wildly at the shrinking girl – hey look, a distraction!. “I guess you turned the tables on her though, didn't you?”

Tiffany's waist had already sunk beneath the level of the massage table, and as I watched, her belly button slipped past it as well. That mysterious steam was coming off her in thick, puffy clouds. Slowly, it was filling the room with a strange, sweet-smelling fog.

And it seemed like height wasn't the only thing she was losing. I had been jealous of Tiffany's body for a great many reasons, not least of which, her muscular physique. Her toned gym body, her well-defined biceps and abs...they were...evaporating! She was no longer ripped, merely 'in shape.' Then less. She was...well, still as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more so. But now she had an almost willowy appearance.  One might even say, ‘cute.’

She looked down at herself, watching as her body melted.  “No....” she groaned. Then, much louder. “NO!”

Tiffany wheeled, almost tripped over her too-large sneakers, snarled down at Anthony. “It took months of steady gain to get that height, that strength! And you've ruined it! I'm right back to where I started at five foot ten!”

Anthony cleared his throat. “Ah, actually I think...you might be a bit shorter than that.”

From where I was sitting it was hard to tell – they both looked like giants to me. That, and well, let's just say that I wasn't  clear-headed right then. There was still that buzzing, tingling feeling from when Tiffany had stopped touching me so suddenly. It was half afterglow, half blue balls. Even so, I thought Anthony might be right. After a few more seconds I was sure of it. She was only a few inches taller than his five foot four – and going down fast.

Tiffany looked at her still-dwindling body, mouth agape. And when she returned her gaze to Anthony, there was fury in her eyes.

“Fuck!”  Tiffany inhaled, screamed, and charged forward, fist drawn back. Anthony drew away, raising his arm to block...too slow. The girl launched a devastating right-hook directly at his jaw – and it sundered the air a millimeter in front of his face. The girl had been shrinking even mid-punch, and good luck for Anthony, she had misjudged the distance between them.

The force of the blow-that-wasn't was so great that it threw Tiffany off-balance. She stumbled forward, her legs tangling in the cuffs of her jean shorts, and she fell. 

If I had been in Anthony's place, I would've just gone ahead and let her hit the ground.  In retrospect, this would've made everything that happened next much easier. Besides, she was still bigger than him, clearly knew how to fight, and was in the mood to do some serious damage.  Despite the muscle she'd lost, I'd still have bet on her..

But if Anthony didn't do what he did next – catch her, grab her by the shoulders, pull her into his arms – well, he wouldn't have been my knight in shining armor.

She fought him, teeth bared, struggling in his grip. Trying to bash head head against the bridge of his nose, clawing at his arms.  Anthony really had the tiger by the tail now.  If he let her get enough clearance to throw a punch, he was in for it big time. Yet every second it was getting easier.  Tiffany shrinking in his grasp.  Two inches taller than him...then one...and getting weaker all the time. Her shirt slid down her chest, the waistband of her shorts drifted lower. They were the same height for a moment...and wonder of wonders, now she was looking up at him.

“I hate you! I hate you!” she cried, though her voice seemed to have lost some of its raging edge. She almost sounded on the verge of tears.  Her face was flushed, sweat dripping from her bangs. Her breath came in ragged, panting gasps. This was from the struggle, surely. But there was something else to it.  I knew from personal experience that the shrinking gel had certain mood-altering effects, and tended to make a person pretty excitable – not to mention open to suggestion.

And with that understanding, I saw a way out of this.

“Hey Tiffany.  Knock off the hissy fit.”

I stood up on the massage table, actually tall enough this way to stare the both of them down. My arms were crossed, a sarcastic little smirk on my face. “Yeah, so listen. There was a time not so long ago when I was in your shoes. Remember? I thought the only thing I wanted in the world was to get bigger. Then you shrank me.  Against my will, I might add. I said I didn't want it and – any of this ringing a bell? You just laughed. Why? Because you knew me. And you told me to be honest with myself. Now I'm asking the same of you.”

They were both staring at me. Anthony, eyes shining. Tiffany, face squelched in a glare, perhaps three inches shorter than him by now, still shrinking. I was vaguely conscious that I was waist high to both of them, and clad in nothing but my birthday suit.  I should have been embarrassed. I wasn't.

“Look Tiffany.  Whether it's what you want or not, you're shrinking. Face it. You're already shorter than the vast majority of girls. You're probably going to get a lot smaller.  Since there's nothing you can do about it, you might as well be honest. Do you really hate Anthony for shrinking you? And more importantly...do you hate this?”

Tiffany's eyes swam, a near-infinite series of conflicting emotions playing across her face. She looked back and forth from my miniature form, up into Anthony's eyes, craning her neck higher to do so each time. Her formally tight pants dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Her shirt dangled, almost big enough that her shoulders could slip through the collar. And still she shrank.

By the time she spoke, her head was beneath the bridge of Anthony's nose. Her voice was calm, even.  Under the circumstances, the control this must've required spoke of a tremendous strength of will. “Your logic is backward, Samantha. What does it matter, whether I hate this or not, if there's nothing I can do about it? Either way, I'll just have to deal with it.”

She turned, the ghost of that old smirk on her smaller face, and looked to Anthony – now dwindling past the level of his chin. “So tell me, stock boy.  Did you follow the nuances of what she just said?  In between the parts where she was lambasting me for the fictional crime of lying to myself.  She…”  Here Tiffany stabbed an accusing finger in my direction.  “Loved shrinking.  And more, the way I was touching her while she shrank. You weren't defending her honor when you burst in here, you idiot. She wanted to be tiny.”

“You're lying,” Anthony told her flatly. He shot me a glance, blushing again at my nudity. “Isn't she?”

I hesitated. Sighed. “No Anthony.  She's not.” I began to climb down the side of the massage table, waving him away when he moved to help. It was pretty difficult, given my miniature size and the way my newly enlarged breasts were throwing off my center of gravity, but all those pull-ups at the gym had their advantages. The floor was cold under my feet, the ceiling high, so high...and Tiffany and Anthony absolutely towered over me. Still, I moved bravely, stood at his feet, and looked up at my crush with all the dignity I could muster.

“Anthony, I like...no, I love being small. More than that, I loved being shrunk. Tiffany was right about… well, everything.”

“Are you....” He paused, swallowing hard. “Clarify. Are you trying to tell me that you like shrinking, or that you like...Tiffany? Is she part of this package?”

“No! I mean yes, she is, but...God.”  I trailed off, trying to think of an elegant way to say this, failed.  The truth was I didn’t know the answer, and how was I supposed to say that in front of both of them?  I knew she was attractive, that she’d made me feel things.  That I would let her put her hands on me again in a heartbeat.  But did that mean I liked her?  The gargantuan size of the man I was addressing wasn't helping my thought process. Anthony looked easily ten feet tall now, and now that I was standing on the floor, that age old desire of mine was starting to come to life again.  Making my mouth dry, my knees weak.

“Samantha. What are you trying to say?”

In desperation, I said the one thing I was sure was true.  The words were forced almost violently from me. “Anthony, I like you more!”

His eyes went wide, body going slack. “You...?”

If you're going through hell, for God's sake keep going. “Yes Anthony, I do. For like, a whole year at least.  So look.  It all comes down to you. I've known...I mean I think that you like me too and...all I need to know is....” I gestured at my shrunken little body, threw up my hands. “...How do you feel about this?”

He looked at me, his expression impossible to read. His mouth closed slowly, the sound of his teeth coming together an audible 'click' in the silence. And that silence lasted so long that I began to count it. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...all the while feeling like a tiny little moron for baring my heart like this. What had I been THINKING?

It was on twelve-one-thousand when I felt a huge hand come down on my shoulder. I looked far, far up into the face of Tiffany Ardeen. Not as big and menacing as she'd been ten minutes ago, but from my vantage point, still freaking enormous. She was perhaps four feet tall now, which looked closer to eight to me.  If she was still shrinking, it was no longer noticeable. 

“Alright both of you, enough of that,” she said.  The words had the air of a school teacher who is tired of watching two students bicker. “I'll tell you how we're going to handle this situation.” She turned, wrapped an arm protectively around me, and pointed up at Anthony. “You, Mr. Spielman, are about to have two lovely, if rather petite ladies as house guests. This will likely continue for the foreseeable future, while Samantha and I recover enough height in order to make ourselves presentable.” She stopped, glared up at him evilly. “I trust you have no objections to this arrangement?”

Anthony laughed, though there was some nerve in the sound. The girl was shorter than his armpit, but she still apparently scared the bejesus out of him. “I suppose not, no. My place is a little messy at the moment, but....”

“That will do fine,” the little giantess interrupted. Tiffany spared him one last look, then turned, bent down to one knee, and surprised nearly three years off my life by pulling me into a hug. “Thank you for talking me down, sweetie,” she whispered, low enough that only I could hear.

“Any time,” I replied, struggling to put down the powerful twinge of excitement I felt as the much larger girl pressed her naked body against me. 

She stood, and once again addressed Anthony. “Get us anything you can find that we can dress ourselves in. I'll pack some growth serum, and later tonight Samantha and I will take our first dose.  It’s going to take weeks, and possibly even months to recover from this.  So we’ll just have to get used to each other.” Tiffany glanced at the clock over his shoulder. “And for God's sake, who's minding the front counter? It's almost five o'clock. We'll be getting our evening rush any minute!”

Honesty's Reward - Pt. 6

 

CW: Non-consensual, Dubious Consent, Some age-adjacent language ("little girl," etc), basically a 3000-word sex scene

Everything, absolutely everything in the room looked bigger. I guessed Tiffany's massage had cost me another five or six inches of height – quite a lot for an already super-petite lady to lose.  Though under the circumstances, it could have been much better.

Worse. I meant. Crap.

Tiffany laughed, a sound I could both hear and feel as she held me between her breasts. The giant girl spun me elegantly, setting me back on the massage table, face up. She looked me over appraisingly, clinically.  It made me feel like a new toy being examined for the first time. Finally she nodded, giving me that seductive little smirk of hers, and put her big hands on my shoulders. She squeezed gently, and began to work her way down my diminished body.

The back massage was over. It was time for the front.

It would've been so easy to give in, to lie back, to simply enjoy all this. I damn near did.  But at last, I spoke.

“Why?”  My voice was barely above a whisper as I looked up into her enormous blue eyes. “Why did you trick me? Tiffany, you’re already so much bigger.  It's not fair.”

The amazon girl shook her head, and placed one gigantic finger softly against my lips, shushing me. “I was going to overlook that you broke rule number one.  But number two as well?  Naughty-naughty!”

She reached for the jar of cream, which I now saw was labeled with a minus sign. I watched with mingled fascination and horror as she stirred her finger inside. “I think my precious little Sammie-Poo needs to be punished. And I know just how to do it. Going down, shorty.”

I grabbed her wrist, fighting with all my strength, but this was pointless. She overpowered me without any visible effort, and smooshed the cream against the hollow of my throat. There was instant heat, and suddenly the room was surging around me. The vinyl massage table spread wider, and Tiffany seemed to gain several inches of awe-inspiring, jaw dropping height. The grin on her face as she watched me shrink...huge, wicked, and, I was forced to admit, incredibly sexy.

I struggled, but her strong fingertips were dangerously close to my windpipe, and escaping was out of the question.  “Tiffany, no! Stop it! Let me go, I...I don't want to shrink. I don't want to....”

“Oh Samantha...don't kid a kidder. If you insist on talking about what you want, then I might as well give it to you.”

Before I had time to ask what she meant, she leaned down toward me.  A pair of enormous, wet lips pressed over mine. I froze, and made no pretext of fighting her.  This was easy to rationalize. She was too powerful – a muscular amazon, six and a half feet tall, and by now I was far less than two thirds her height.

So I gave in, let her have her way with me, on the pretense that the kiss was inevitable. Never mind how it felt.  Lips so much larger than mine, soft and sensuous as they covered my mouth completely. Forget about the sudden exaltation from that secret part of my mind that loved how much bigger Tiffany had become, and how much smaller I was now. And please overlook the fact that, the moment she kissed me?  The first words that came to mind were, 'At last!'

When our kiss ended, the giantess was still smirking. But the expression had lost its hard edge, and was almost kind. “Ah, but where are my manners? You asked a reasonable question.  Why am I doing this. It's very simple, Samantha dear. Because I like you. Because I think you're incredibly sexy. And because I want to have you for my very own.”

I set my jaw defiantly, staring up at the woman who now appeared nine feet tall. “So what, your plan is to shrink me until I'm incapable of resisting?”

Tiffany grinned wider, bent until her luscious lips were inches from mine. “You’re already incapable of resisting, dear.  No.  My plan is to shrink you, until you admit you enjoy being small.”

“But...but I don't!”

 “Bullshit.” She sat beside me, and let out a long, deep sigh. Was she...yes, the giant girl was actually nervous! “Listen Samantha. I didn't want to have to lay my cards on the table like this. I'm going to tell you something, something that I've never admitted to another living soul. I...okay.  I get…sexually excited by the idea...of being bigger than the people around me. Even more than that, by the idea – or in this case the actuality – of growing bigger. And apparently most of all?  By making someone else smaller.  I don't know if it's a power thing or...well, I won’t litigate my motives, at least not right now.  It is what it is.”

The giantess turned, looking deep into my eyes as I lay there on the table. “You...Samantha, are very special to me. Over the past few months my favorite thing in the world has been watching as, day by day, you've appeared to dwindle as I've grown bigger. It's had me thinking. Because you see, I've had this other formula. The by-product.  The shrinking serum, let’s call it.. And to be honest, the thought of you actually shrinking, getting smaller and smaller in my arms, becoming utterly helpless and dependent on me...well, it's kept me up at night. I'll put it bluntly. Right now, seeing you this way – naked, lying on your back, and so beautifully, perfectly tiny...it's making me absolutely, positively drenched.”

As quickly as the flipping of a switch, her manner changed.  Her smirk became wild, almost  predatory. The giant girl climbed onto the table with me, rolled sinuously to her hands and knees, prowled forward, grabbed my arms, trapped me beneath her like the little mouse I was. Teeth bared, she leaned closer, until she was so close that I could feel her breath tickling my ear. “Samantha,” she growled.  “I have a sneaking suspicion.  That maybe, just maybe? You feel the same way.”

Just as suddenly she was standing again, innocently flicking a stray blonde lock from her eyes.  “I'm right, aren't I? You’re enjoying this?”

There it was – the question I had avoided answering my whole life, even to myself, finally out in the open. “Tiffany....”

I lay there, not saying anything, barely even breathing for a long time. She waited me out.  And finally, eyes downcast in embarrassment, I nodded.

“Good.” Tiffany reached out to me, traced one long, almost double-sized finger along the length of my jaw. “As long as we're playing twenty questions, let me ask you another. I saw how soaking wet you were earlier...during your massage. When you spread your legs, and practically invited me in.  The serum does have certain aphrodisiac properties, but...even before you knew you were shrinking, you were turned on.  Was there a reason for this?”

Again I nodded, feeling a flare of heat from between my legs.

Tiffany took one of my tiny hands in hers, squeezed. “And why was that, precisely? Don't stall dear. Time is short, and if you can be truthful with me, well...honesty has its rewards.”

My voice cracked. “I...I get excited...I mean. The same way you do. Heights, and.  Stuff.  You've always done it to me, more than anyone else. And now, when you're so h-huge, and I'm so little....”

“I thought that might be the case.  It feels so nice, knowing I’m not the only one.” Tiffany ran her giant fingers through my hair, then slowly, so slowly, bent and kissed me again.  This time it was short and sweet, like a reward for a job well done. Her lips completely enveloped mine for less than a second, and then they were gone. “Now.  I've got you here, all alone.  And I'm dead-set on making you even smaller.  Let me guess.  The more I shrink you...the stronger that feeling gets. Is that right?”

It is possible to be so embarrassed that your entire body blushes. Did you know that? “I...earlier. A part of me.  Not all of me?  But a part.  Liked what you were doing. I wanted...wanted you to be bigger than me.”

She began to trace along the tips and edges of my breasts, at least E-cups by now if I’d been my normal size, and so, impossibly sensitive. The strongest burst of pleasure yet shot through my diminutive frame, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at the top of my lungs.  The sound reverberated around the tiny room.

“That's it Samantha, let it all out. You're doing so good. Just a few more questions.  Because this part is very important.  Didn’t you actually want to be bigger when you came in today? Wasn't four foot nine much, much too little? I thought...well….” Tiffany let her finger slide from my breasts, drift lower, down my trim little tummy, beyond.  “...That you wanted an antidote.”

The heat inside me had kindled. It felt as if I had a small sun trapped between my thighs. “I think I want this more.”

“Do you really? Hmm.” Now she was stroking the hot, tender flesh of my inner thigh. I was breathing hard, my pulse pounding fast at my temples.

“And to clarify a point, Little One.  You don't mind if I call you that, do you? I thought that earlier, you wanted me to touch you while you shrank.” The tip of one enormous finger grazed feather-light against my labia. I felt an instant gush of wetness, and let out a sharp gasp. “Touch you here, I mean. On your tiny.  Little.  Pussy.”

“Oh God Tiffany, I do! Please!”

“Of course sweetie,” she laughed, but then to my dismay pulled her huge hand away from me, and took a step back. “But one more question first.”

I watched her, biting my lip, my whole body trembling with need.

Slowly, Tiffany picked up the jar again, reached inside, and gathered another blob of the shrinking cream on the tip of her finger. The amazon held it up, inches from my face, her finger pointing at me like an accusation. “Even as tiny as you are...less than four feet tall...you want to be even smaller now.  Don’t you.  You want to watch the world grow gigantic around you, to see me stretch taller, and taller, as you shrink into a tiny, defenseless little creature.  My Little One.  Am I right?”

I could no longer make my eyes focus, but I nodded a final time. I leaned toward the offered finger, my mouth opening.  And generously, Tiffany let take it inside.  I sucked her greedily, taking in every last drop of the shrinking serum.

“There's my good girl,” Tiffany cooed.  “My Little One.”  She stroked my hair delicately as the first wave of tingling came. The feeling grew stronger, spread throughout my body. First my breasts ballooned larger, as if they were slowly filling with warm honey. My waist and hips and legs tightened.  And then, joy of joys, I began to shrink for her.

Tiffany moaned softly as she watched me dwindle, and stroked my little body with more intensity. “Aw, there you go sweetie. It's the first time you've ever allowed yourself to enjoy this, isn't it?  Done it on purpose.  Let yourself get smaller...and smaller...and smaller. Well, it's okay. Remember, I’m right here. To keep you warm and safe. Getting bigger, and bigger for you.  And I’m going to make you feel so, so good while you shrink.  Okay?”

Hands, each the size of a dinner plates, pressed against my shoulders, eased me gently onto my back.  Caressed me as I grew smaller.  A moment later something cold touched my stomach, and I had time to understand that Tiffany had placed a second drop of shrinking cream on me, before thought became impossible. Her angelic face hovered above mine, growing larger by the second, distorted by the strips of fog that were rising from my body.

“That's it Little One. Just keep watching me.  You like watching me while you shrink, don’t you?  That way, you can see me grow, and that way, you know just how small you're getting.”  She threw her head back, groaning in pleasure, and brought her chin down beside me on the massage table.  “Oh God Samantha,” she whispered.  “Just think of how much bigger than you I am.  I'm almost twice your height already!  And believe me, I'm going to make you much, much smaller before we're through.  I’m going to sneak you out of here in my purse, take you home, use you like the little toy you are.  Think about what that’s going to be like.  Being so small you can fit in my hand.  Or between my thighs. God.  Oh my God.”

Suddenly her hands came down upon the tender swells of my still-expanding bustline. Tiffany was merciless. She pinched, she rolled. She raked me with fingernails. She licked and nibbled and placed soft butterfly kisses against the ultra-sensitive undersides of my breasts. I shrieked in ecstasy, writhing back and forth, but Tiffany held me in place with only the weight of a single hand against my tummy, and all I could do was endure the torture of her attention.

“Aw, I'm sorry baby,” she drawled, her voice syrup-sweet. “Is that too mean?  I just want you to feel good, after all.  Well here, I’ll make it up to you.  I almost let you stop shrinking there for a moment. We can't have that, can we? No we can't!  My Little One is still much, much too big!”

The smell of lilacs.

“One for you.” For a full heartbeat I wondered what she meant, but then I felt her finger press directly against the rock hard bud of my left nipple, and acid pleasure dissolved through my body. My bust swelled. My body instantly contracted inward...and Tiffany grew. I howled, my hips thrusting uselessly at the ceiling as I shrank smaller.

Through the delirium haze of pleasure, I heard Tiffany laughing. “And one for you.” A matching surge from my right breast, another giant pulse of shrinking, and a sudden blazing heat that threatened to burn my little body to cinders.

It was too much.  I couldn’t make my hips stop thrusting, my hands balled into fists.  I had never experienced ecstasy like this, and she still hadn’t touched me between my legs!  

The moment that thought occurred to me, Tiffany was there. Grasping my upper thigh, easily wrapping her giant hand around the thickest part of it.  Forcing me to spread wider.  The smirk on her face had grown to titanic proportions. It was clear that she had passed that invisible divider, was now more than twice my height, was only getting bigger.

“Are you ready, my little treasure? I think you are. Oh my, yes. Look what a mess I've gone and made you! You must be almost out of your mind, Little One! Well, don't you worry. You're going to cum Samantha, and not just once. I'm going to make you cum with my finger, until you're too small for it to fit inside. And then? I'm going to use my big, wet tongue.”

She pulled harder on my thigh, lifting.  Now my butt was pointing skyward, the most intimate part of my body completely exposed to Tiffany's curious eye. “What a pretty little morsel you make. Get ready...because...here...you...come.”

Taking both my ankles between her thumb and forefinger, she reached down with her free hand, toward my very center. And then, at long, long last, I felt her inside. One giant knuckle traced a slow, gooey line right down the middle of my pussy, spreading my lips, entering me. The twelve foot girl laughed, though not unkindly, at my tiny little shriek of pleasure. She lifted her hand, made another pass, pressing harder.

“Little One, this is everything I hoped it would be. You're so tiny, so helpless, and you're all mine.” She was stirring now, my juices making a slick, wet sloshing sound. Then once, just once, the giantess pushed her entire finger inside me, a finger that felt bigger than any man I had ever been with, filling me to my very brim. My cry was ear-splitting – how could so much pleasure exist in the universe? I came explosively, my body spasming, twitching and shrinking as the giant girl diddled me to the highest point of bliss in my life.

“Aw. You look so cute when you climax, did you know that? I can make you do it again, and again you know, for as long as I want. I have complete control over everything about you now, and so I don't even have to ask your permission for this. But I will anyway.”

As soon as my eyes readjusted to the light I saw what she was holding: the green bottle. “How about it, my little love? Would you like me to put some of this...inside you? You'll get so, so much smaller, Samantha. And I promise...I'll make you come once...for every little inch you lose.  Say yes.  And let it be the last choice you ever have to make.”

An enormous glob of the grey, sweet-smelling stuff was already on her finger, was slowly drifting toward the throbbing cleft between my thighs. “Please Sammie-Poo? Pretty please?”  Her eyes were wide, her expression almost desperate.  As if she needed me to give in, almost as much as I needed her.  “Let me shrink you even more. You won't regret it...please?”

I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting the giantess see everything there was to see. Panting at her seductively.  I reached down, grasping my labia with both hands, pulling myself open. “Hurry!”

There was the sudden, sharp crunch of a key turning in a lock. The door swung open, crashing into the far wall. In the doorway stood Anthony, looking positively gigantic, surveying the scene like a character in an action movie.

No one moved. I stared at him, mortified.  Imagine your crush catching you in a position this compromising.  At just over three feet tall, spreading yourself for his boss.

Anthony looked from me, to the green plastic bottle, to Tiffany, to the goo-covered finger posed mere inches from my vulva. His face darkened. With a speed that I would never have suspected he possessed, he darted across the room.

Tiffany knew where he was going, tried to stop him. She lunged, but she had started awkwardly from her knees as she addressed me, and he deftly side-stepped her attack.  Anthony dove for the green bottle.  He grabbed it, twisted the top, and dashed out its contents.

All over Tiffany.

Honesty's Reward - Pt. 5

 

I was expecting the room Tiffany led me into to be an office, or possibly a stock room. It was nothing so mundane. The room was large and windowless.  The walls were lined with old fashioned wooden shelves, each one holding several nondescript bottles of lotions and potions. The lighting was low and indirect, coming from two fancy-looking shaded lamps standing in opposite corners. But the most prominent feature was the huge, vinyl table sitting by itself in the center of the room.

A massage table.

Tiffany strode across to one of the shelves, and without hesitation grabbed a small, familiar plastic bottle. “Here we are,” she murmured, turning the jar so I could read its label. I felt an electric shiver of anticipation rush through me. Written on the jar, in black sharpie, in the same handwriting as my bottle at home, was a 'plus' sign.

The giant girl set the bottle on the table. “Now Samantha, before you get too excited, I should warn you that there are several minor complications. First, know that, unlike becoming smaller, growing is a long, arduous process. It took me nearly eighteen months to go from my original height to my current six foot six.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, you're six six? You told me just the other day you were only six five.”

The amazon beauty flashed me a seductive smile. “You remembered the number, did you? My my.” She paused for a long moment, maintaining eye contact, making sure I had time to realize how I'd just incriminated myself. Finally, she went on. “In answer to your question, I’ve told you before that I'm still a growing girl. In fact, I did more than my usual share of growing just last night.”

So my suspicion was right – she really WAS bigger today. A thrill coursed through my body, a thrill with a distinct and unwanted charge of eroticism. I shook it off.

“I do have good news, though. My first few inches came fast. Extremely fast. I hypothesize that the smaller you are, the more easily your body will accept the serum. Most likely you’ll be tall enough to live a normal life again in only a few treatments.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Now, as for why we're in this room, and the purpose of the massage table. The growth serum, unfortunately, does not work if you apply it yourself. I therefore pay a young woman to visit me three times a week to apply it for me. My Vanessa is an extremely skilled masseuse, and she makes the entire process very, very pleasurable for me.” She paused thoughtfully.  “As I intend to do for you. So, take off your coat and let's get started.”

A hot blush began to creep over my face. I held my long overcoat protectively against my body, feeling like I was shrinking all over again. “I'm...ahh...not wearing...I mean, I couldn't find anything else that fit, and....”

The giantess walked toward me, hips swaying, her large blue eyes never leaving mine. “You're naked under there, hmm? I was going to tell you to strip to your level of comfort.  But, there it is then.  So let me help you get comfortable.”

Slowly, Tiffany dropped to her knees before me. The larger woman was so close that when she bent, her long blond hair tumbled into my face. Even from her knees Tiffany was still slightly taller than me. This fact hit us both in the same instant, affected us the same way. I saw her face brighten, her pupils go wide.  For three full heartbeats we just stared at each other, reveling in our secret, shared obsession.

Did I rock forward on the balls of my feet, as if I longed to be held by this girl, this girl who was bigger and more powerful than me in every way imaginable? Did I purse my lips, wishing that she would press her own against them? And most damning, did I imagine what it would be like to look even further up to meet her gaze? Did I suddenly wish that I could become even smaller, more delicate, and watch Tiffany Ardeen grow taller and taller with every inch I lost?

Without another word, Tiffany began to unbutton my coat. After only the top two buttons, it slipped from my tiny shoulders.  The oversized garment caught against my chest for just a moment, before it fell away to pool around my ankles. I stared up at her meekly, completely exposed, feeling far less than my four foot nine. The larger girl looked me up and down for a moment, nodding her approval at my naked little body, my newly improved physique. 

Slowly, one well-muscled arm wrapped around my hips. A long fingered hand reached down, cupping my ass, supporting it. And then I felt her hoist me into the air, as easily as if I were a small, lost child.

Again, the conflicting emotions. Anger and shame at being overwhelmed so easily. Fascination at her ability to do so. And the involuntary sex response that had me squeezing my legs together to conceal the pulsing wetness between my thighs.

Tenderly, she lowered me onto the massage table, face down. The vinyl was cold at first, but gradually it was warmed by my body heat. From behind me I heard a jar being unscrewed. I turned to look, but stopped as I felt a large hand pressing, not unkindly, against my cheek.

“Now, my dear little Samantha. There are three important rules to receiving a massage. The first...eyes must stay closed.” Tiffany placed two giant fingers against my forehead, and drew them down over my face.

“Second, be silent. Words are unnecessary, and talking disturbs the magic of a good massage. You will need to be moved as we go along, but I will not tell you when and how.  I’ll simply move you.”

There was a soft, crinkling sound, like fingers stirring is vaseline.  I smelled lilacs.

“Third,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “And most importantly. Whatever you feel...enjoy it.”

Tiffany's first touch was just beneath my shoulder blades, and so gentle that it felt like butterfly wings fluttering against my skin. Her giant hands began to move down the small length of my back, pressing in slow, sensuous circles.

I moaned, in spite of my efforts to keep quiet, and felt myself relaxing under her skillful touch. I've had back rubs before but...she was just so skilled, and so big! Each of her hands covered nearly a third of my back.  Despite her size, Tiffany seemed to know exactly how hard to press – just enough to make me feel good, not so much to hurt me. Whenever she felt a knot or a place of tension she would pause, knead, stroke it, until all that was left was a tingling ease.

Gradually I became aware that my body was tingling. It was spreading out from each place she touched, growing and growing, resonating with the blissful sensation of her hands against my back. And soon after the tingling..the heat came.

The changes began. First, the rearrangement of my insides as my midsection tightened, improving upon my already fantastic curves. The tidal swell of my bosom was next.  There was a wonderful sensation of my breasts smooshing together as they grew, my upper body being steadily pushed up and away from the table. As if by accident Tiffany brushed her thumbs lightly against their expanding edges, causing a sharp, luscious bolt to arc from the place she touched, straight to my very center.

The pleasure of these changes came in pulses like the beating of an enormous bass drum. It seemed to reverberate through my tiny frame. And Tiffany's gentle, knowing fingers were amplifying it a hundredfold. I found myself moaning almost constantly, my hands balled into fists, my eyes clenched tight.

Again, my mind seemed to divide. A part of me, the honest part, felt clearly the next stage of my transformation, understood what was happening.  Welcomed it. This part of me was clever, devious. It knew enough to divert my other half – my inner prude, we'll call it – by letting it tread water in the ocean of ecstasy into which I had been cast. And so at first I only half-noticed the sharp contraction around my belly button. I only sort of felt my face slipping down along the vinyl and the glacial expansion of Tiffany's hands against my back. It was so easy to ignore these things as those hands slipped lower, as one of them covered both cheeks of my dwindling little derriere.  As they pressed firmly against my inner thigh. I let out a rapturous sigh, and as if by instinct my legs parted a fraction of an inch – wide enough to reveal the tiny, glistening pearl of wetness that I had been trying so hard to conceal.

Tiffany gave a soft little coo of recognition, but maddeningly, didn't take what I offered. Instead she pulled her hands away, losing contact with my body entirely. The moan in my throat began to sour into a disappointed groan, but before I could finish the sound I felt someone impossibly big and powerful grab hold of me beneath the shoulders. My head swam as Tiffany lifted me effortlessly, holding me upright with my feet dangling just above the massage table.

She pressed me tight against her bosom, with my tiny body nestled snugly between her enormous breasts. The gesture was so sudden, so intimate, and unexpected…that I broke a rule.  Before I could stop myself, my eyes fluttered open.

There was a mirror, faintly spotted with fog.  The source of the condensation still rose from my body in thin little wisps.  She looked directly at me, in the reflection.  And I looked directly at her.  She held me, silent, and merely watched.  

In this way she let me survey the massive scale of the room around me, making sure I fully understood how she had tricked me, that I had been shrinking, not growing. And taking special care that I took in just how much smaller I had become.

Model Your Boundaries From Your Cat

 Originally written for Fetlife, a mediation about communication, boundaries, and fuzzy, fuzzy bellies.

Fun fact - most cats don’t like tummy rubs.

If you’ve had the fortune to be in good feline graces, however, you’ve probably seen one roll over, and present you with their fuzzy belly.  Arching their back, paws splayed, looking at you with soft, trusting eyes.  It is, as scientists agree, the most prized part of the cat.  It’s tempting, lord it’s tempting.  All you have to do is reach out, open your hand, and take what’s offered.

Odds are, you know what happens next.  The claws, the bunny kicks, the hurt feelings.  You’re searching for the hydrogen peroxide, wondering what went wrong.

To the cat, though?  They’ve just had a boundary conversation.

“Here is the softest and most vulnerable part of me.  It’s where I keep everything most tender about me.  When my enemies attack, this is where they strike.  I show this part of me to no one.  I am showing it to you.  Please, don’t touch it.  Or, if you must touch it, please be gentle.  I trust you so much, I am giving you the power to destroy me.”

Should it be any surprise then, the way they’ve reacted?  

This is so much of what submission is about.  Showing another person the part of you that is hidden away, trusting them to take a little, or take a lot, but only what is offered.  

The place where we get it wrong, as humans, is the way we react when too much is taken.  Cats react immediately, without prejudice, but without apology.  They were offering submission, and you fucked up.  The act is over.  You’re going to know they’re displeased.  Submission has boundaries, and outside of them, the person showing you their fuzzy belly should feel free to express their displeasure.

Fault the cat for lack of communication, if you must.  They fail at it, on human terms, though they are speaking.  We just don’t know how to read the flicking of a tail, the tilting of an ear, the subtle shift in pheromones, the subvocalizations outside the range of our hearing.  

Thankfully, when a human wishes to submit to you, they don’t have that problem.  They can tell you whether they want three fuzzy belly pets, or four.  But if you take five, GOD help you if you take five?  You should expect their claws.

Honesty's Reward - Pt. 4

 

It took three tries to open the door at Ardeen Nutrition. The bell jangled its greeting as I stood panting in the showroom. Anthony rounded the corner, a wide smile on his face. Looking even bigger and more magnificent than I’d imagined. This was the moment I had been dreading and anticipating all morning.

“Welcome to….”  He stopped in his tracks.  “Samantha? Oh gosh, no, I'm sorry! You just look like someone I know. You could be her little sister, it's uncanny. Ah, anyway, what can I....”

“Anthony, it is me!” I hung my head in embarrassment. “I just...well...I shrank. A little.”

He cocked his head, studying me critically.  “This is a joke. A really, really weird joke.”

I stomped my little foot in frustration, nearly losing my oversized shoe in the process. “No, damn it! Listen to me! Remember yesterday, when Tiffany said she had something that would help me lose weight? Well, this is what it did to me! It made me slimmer...but I didn't know it was going to do this, too!”

Anthony boggled at me, rubbed his eyes. And thankfully, I saw the hard stance of disbelief leaving him. “Okay, wow. This is crazy. But come to think of it…” He scratched his chin. “It’s not the craziest thing I could imagine.  Not around here anyway. I mean, you know Tiffany’s been growing, right?”

“I’m aware of it, yes.”

He nodded.  “Do you...happen to know how tall you are?”

I nodded shakily. “I'm...four...nine. More than a foot shorter than I'm supposed to be.”

“Jesus Sam! That’s so short! I can't believe you made it all the way here in that state. You could've called the store you know. I would've been happy to come get you.”

“Would you have believed me? And would Tiffany have let you skip out of work even if you had?”

Anthony gave me a wry little smile. “Point taken. But...it must have been scary for you. Being out in public like that, as small as you are. You must've felt so helpless.”

Anthony was right – the journey at my present height had been terrifying. Riding the bus dressed in a long coat, one that previously came down to my knees and now stopped just short of my ankles, I'd hoped to make the trip without attracting any attention. But my new assets – two gigantic, fleshy orbs bouncing around on my chest – had defeated me there. Even if my coat successfully covered them, they were far too shapely to entirely conceal.  And men, they have a sixth sense about that sort of thing. The driver, the patrons on the bus, and every guy I passed on the street had all stared open-mouthed when they thought I wasn't looking. Worse, my heightened awareness of – well, height – had been on fire the whole trip. Being scared, and vulnerable, and turned on all at once, had left me feeling dizzy.  I’d just barely managed to keep my body's reaction to my new size under control.

I'd made it through that ordeal, and I was fine. I'd been holding it together all day in fact, from the morning's first measuring, to the search for proper attire, to arriving here and facing my crush at a new, miniscule height. But the sound of Anthony's voice, the caring look on his face...it was just too much. I felt tears welling in my eyes.

He was there immediately, holding me against him, petting my hair. “Hey, hey. It's going to be alright. You're here now. With me. And I bet Tiffany can fix everything, with whatever she has that's been making her grow.”

“You...you think so?” I looked up hopefully, into his handsome face. God, he was enormous! Well okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration – even at my present size he only seemed to be a reasonably tall man. But the height...it looked good on him. I felt utterly helpless in his arms. Helpless, yet safe. Protected. The role of knight in shining armor seemed to suit him to a tee.

And something else I realized. In all the time that I'd been here, Anthony had yet to stutter. Or look away from me in embarrassment. His cheeks hadn't flared their usual deep maroon. He seemed so...confident. Assertive. As if he was in complete control of the situation.

“Samantha?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes?” He was still stroking my hair, his fingernails gently grazing my scalp, sending a soft, pleasurable pulsing down my spine.

“I know this may be off-topic. And it's inappropriate too, given the situation. But I've been meaning to ask you something, for a long time.” The feeling of being held by him, this man who was so much larger than me, was almost magical. His fingers were tracing a line from the tip of my ear to the base of my jaw. The tiny, sensitive hairs at the nape of my neck stood up, practically begging for his touch.

“What do you want to ask, Anthony?”

Right on cue, I heard booming footsteps coming down the aisle behind us.

“Anthony Spielmen! Exactly what do you think you're doing? You release that little girl this instant!”

Wincing, as if her words had been a slap, Anthony let me go. He turned, standing in front of me, shielding me from Tiffany's view. “Woah, okay, awkward. Hold on a second, you don't understand.”

From over the top of Anthony's head, Tiffany's gigantic face came into view. Her eyes went wide with surprise, but not the kind I might have expected. It looked like the kind of expression a girl might wear when being presented with a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day. A box of chocolates she already knew was coming. “Samantha! Why, what has happened to you? Where's the rest of you, girl?”

Tiffany was an absolute giantess to me – my head didn’t even reach the level of her breasts.  She was the biggest person I’d seen today by far, and I felt my heart skip a beat at the very sight of her. She looked as if she had grown since the day before too, though of course that was just my change in perspective. But despite her size, I felt anger welling up inside me. And fueled by all the trials and tribulations of the past twenty-four hours, I exploded.

“You know where the rest of me is!” I shouted at the amazon bitch, my hands clenching into fists. I slapped one of my newly enlarged breasts, setting it to jiggling like a garbage bag full of Jell-O. “It's here! And it's in that weird steam that came off me! That cream you gave me was supposed to improve my figure, not shrink me. You knew this was going to happen too, didn’t you?. Why did you do this to me?”

Tiffany held up her hands, looking vaguely amused at my outburst. “Easy, easy,” she hushed. “Reduction in size was only a faint possibility. Though maybe it is partially my fault....”

“Partially?” Anthony repeated under his breath.

If Tiffany had laser vision, the look she shot at him would have punched a hole straight through his forehead, and on into the next county. She reached down, and with no apparent effort shoved my white knight out of her way. He gave a startled little “Hey!” and just managed to catch himself before flying headlong into a giant pyramid of vitamins.

The huge girl glared down at me, but I continued to meet her gaze defiantly. Finally she broke, and looked away. “I should have given you dosing instructions,” Tiffany said, in a tone that indicated it was all the apology I would ever get. “You obviously used too much. But look on the bright side – you look fantastic! You could have a new career as a junior-petite fitness model, without any doubt. Perhaps this is going a bit too far, but you're almost as attractive as me! Putting aside your 'little' problem, I think the cream worked perfectly.”

“Granted, but....” As I looked up at the gigantic girl, my throat suddenly felt too dry to speak. God, I could hardly hold it together, standing this close to her. Tiffany's massive size, her beauty, the way she was looking at me like a little morsel waiting to be devoured. My knees felt weak...my head swam with...with what? The first word that came had been 'desire.’

Anthony, still visibly shaken at being thrown around like a rag doll, noticed my hesitation. And bless him, he was brave enough to pick up the argument. “Can you help her, or can't you?”

“Of course I can help,” Tiffany answered, without turning her gaze from me.  She grinned, in a way that made me think she knew exactly what was going on inside my head. She came closer, moving with a slow, sensuous gait, not stopping until she was almost chest-to-chin with me. She was so much larger than me that I could barely even see her face from this angle, and I had to crane my neck to its maximum just to see the bottom of her chin. My pulse pounded, my hands and arms felt numb. I had to struggle to keep my breathing regular.  I swayed forward, teetering, and came within millimeters of falling into her enormous breasts.

I became aware that she was still speaking, directing her words to Anthony. “...and besides, It's just a matter of applying the other formula. The one I use. Believe me, now that she’s lost that last little bit of baby fat, Samantha has nothing to worry about. When I first started using the growth serum I was this little thing, probably no taller than five foot ten. And, well, look at me now!”

“Really? You'll let me use your growth formula?” My voice sounded far away to my own ears.

Tiffany peered down from high above, as though she had forgotten I was there. The giantess laughed warmly, and gave me a humiliating little pat on the head. “Of course I will, dear. I'm not a monster. I'll have you back to normal in no time. And maybe, if you're good, I'll let you keep using it. Call me crazy, but I have the feeling you wouldn’t mind adding a few extra inches.”

Anthony glanced back and forth, from Tiffany to me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “I think you're both forgetting a very important fact – that all of this is impossible. People don't just magically grow a foot taller in less than a year. Or shrink overnight, either! This cream...Tiffany, where did you get that stuff, anyhow? What the hell is in it?”

She ignored him. “I'll tell you what, Samantha hunnie. Come into the back room with me, and let's apply your first dose right away. I find it works best of all if you have someone else rub it into you.  And I’ve been hold I have very good hands.”

An unmistakable bolt of pleasure shot through me. “Can we?”

“Yes, sweetie. I'll even give you a bottle of the expanding serum to take home afterward, free of charge. Just my way of setting things right. What do you say?”

I nodded eagerly, any objections I had to the strangeness of the situation gone. When she held out her hand to me, the way a mother might before leading her child across a busy intersection, I took it without a second thought. 

“Samantha….” Anthony sounded so worried. I tried to spare him a reassuring look, but Tiffany had already put her body between the two of us.  She led me toward the back of the store, and through a large door marked with a sign reading 'Private.' It snapped shut behind us, and immediately after I heard the distinctive, metallic snick of a latch being set in place.