A Place to Call Home - Pt. 6

CW: hiding an act of infidelity with a step-sibling, milk, genre-aware trolling~

6.

“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.

“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.”

“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.

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.  

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?

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.  

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.  

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.

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.

“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.”

“Some tea might be nice,” Brianna said.  “Do you have green?”

“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!”

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.”

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.

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.”

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.

“Well,” Megan said.  “There’s a lot to tell.  I’m not sure where to begin.”

I scowled at her.  “Start by telling us what’s causing this.”

“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.” 

“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!”

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.  Her milk, specifically.”

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?”

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 my 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.”

We all sat in silence.  Even Willow seemed stunned.  “So,” I said, in a tiny voice.  “What’s causing it?”

Megan shrugged, the gesture making her biceps bulge impressively.  “Love.”

“Love?” we all groaned in unison.

“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?”

“And why did I grow after John and I were, um, intimate together?” Brianna put in.  “You were miles away at the time.”

“And why did I shrink, when Willow….”  I trailed off.  Everyone in the room turned to stare at me.   “...when she teased me.”

Brianna narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.  She shot a glance across the room.  Willow was leaning back with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Because love is complicated,” Megan said.  “And because, when you give love to someone, they’re likely to spread it around.’

Willow rolled her eyes.  “Mom, this is some kumbaya horse shit….”

“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.”

“Are you trying to say that what made you grow in the first place, was the power of positive thinking?”

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.”  

“But why now?” Brianna asked.  “It’s not like it’s the first time John and I have… you know.”  

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.”

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.

“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.”

Megan blinked.  She looked suddenly interested.  “Something of his grew?”

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.”

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 5

 

CW: NSFW, rough body play, female growth, male shrinking, cock growth, breast growth, beautification

6.

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.

“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. 

God, it was practically foreplay.

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.”  

I slumped.  That was even shorter than I feared.  Brianna was five four.  My girlfriend was almost a foot taller than me.

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.”

“Thanks.”  I was suddenly so grateful for her.  “You sure you’re okay with having a boyfriend who’s… such a shrimp?”

Shrimp, I thought.  Shrimp, shrimp….  

“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?”

“Yes,” I said, a little too quickly.  My cheeks suddenly felt hot.

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?”

I nodded meekly.

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.  

Her lips brushed against mine.  “Is this okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I squeaked.  My head spun as blood rushed between my thighs.  My oversized cock, starting to come awake.

“Good.”

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.  

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.  

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.

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.”

“It’s okay.”  

“I’ve been pent up I guess.  It’s been months.  I bet it’s been hard for you, too.  Not having anyone around.”

I tried not to think of my stepsister, or the way my cock still ached a little from her handjob.  

“Yeah.”

“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.”

I gave her a wicked grin.  “Actually.  I was thinking the first thing I wanted to do, was fuck you.”

She frowned.  I could almost hear the gears turning in her head.  Trying to find a way to diffuse this without hurting my feelings.  

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.  

She sighed, and took on that tone that meant she was trying to soothe things over.  “Honey.…”

I let my pants fall around my ankles.  And lifted my shirt.

Brianna gasped.

“Yeah, I forgot to mention.  When I got smaller, at least one part of me… didn’t.”

She was on her knees in an instant, staring at it in wide-mouthed wonder.  “Oh my God, John!  It’s beautiful.  It’s huge!  Can I.  Um.”  She blushed.  “Can I measure it?”

I nodded.

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.

“Nine and three quarter inches,” she breathed.  “You only used to be four and a quarter.”

“How do you know that?”

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!”  

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Shrimp.  Shrimp.  Shrimp…

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.

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.

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.  

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.

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.

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.

At last, she spoke.  “We have to talk to your mom.”

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 4

 

4.  

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. 

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? 

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.

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?  

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.  

The door rattled in its hinges.  Budged, but didn’t open.  Damn it, this door always stuck!

“John?  Sweetie, is that you?”  A spoon hitting a counter.  Massive footsteps, approaching.

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.

“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?”

I looked shamefaced, up at my girlfriend, trying to haul myself into her car.  “Brianna, it’s me.  I just… shrank.”   

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.

Slowly, I saw recognition dawn in her eyes.  “John.  Is that… no, it can’t be you.”

“There’s no time.  We’ve got to go.  Drive.  Please, drive.”

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.  

My girlfriend stared, her mouth hanging slack.  “Oh my gosh.  Is that your mom?  What happened to her?”

My giant stepmom sighed, brows furrowing in irritation.  With an air of unstoppable determination, she walked down the driveway toward us.

“Brianna!” I shrieked.  “Please!  Don’t let her catch us.”

She hesitated.  Looked at me, tiny and terrified beside her.  Then at the approaching amazon, only a few steps away.  

“Hold on!”

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.

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.  

It was hard to judge her expression as we sped away.  She looked almost wistful.  Or maybe, hurt.

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.

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.

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.

“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!”

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.”

“Oh?”  She nuzzled me playfully.  “I might’ve had a gigantic boyfriend, instead of a pocket-sized one?”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“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.”

I decided to ignore that.  “I’m just hoping it’ll wear off soon.  Maybe after a good night’s sleep.”

“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….”

“Or, like, a magic potion?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.  Anyway.  I’m saying this might be the kind of thing that requires an antidote.”

“Can’t you figure it out?”  My voice was very small.  “I mean, you’re smart….”

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….”

“No,” I said, flatly.

“But if it was an accident, like you said….”  She trailed off.

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.

“I missed you, John,” she whispered.

“I missed you too”

“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.”

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.”

“Yeah?”  She sounded surprised.  “You still want to… do stuff?  Even though I’m bigger than you?”

My mind briefly flashed to my stepsister.  How good her gigantic hand had felt against my groin.  Shrimp.  Shrimp.

“We could try it,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.  “As long as you’re gentle.”

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.”

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 3

 

Chapter Specific CW: NSFW, step-sibling sex, teasing, humiliation, male shrinking, female growth, cock growth, female muscle growth, breast growth

3.

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.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

She held a finger to her lips, shushing me.  Then pointed to the bed.  “Go sit down,” she whispered.  “And take off your pants.”

My eyes went wide, even as my cock began to twitch uncontrollably in excitement.  “You’re my stepsister!  I can’t….”

“Keep your voice down,” she hissed.  “You want mom to hear us?”  

I swallowed, and dropped my voice to a hoarse whisper.  “Willow, no!  I have a girlfriend.  Brianna, she would….”

“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?”

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.  

“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.’”  

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.”

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.

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.”

I followed her gaze, and gave a startled yelp.  “It’s… bigger!”  

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.  

“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.”

“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.”

Willow blinked.  “Yes John, it’s in the cookies.  Now shut up.”

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.

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?”

I nodded eagerly.

The huge hand over my mouth relaxed.  “Good boy.”

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.  

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.”

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.

“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.”  

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.  

“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?”

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….

“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 me love it.”  She squeezed, just a little.  “Come for me, Shrimp.”

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….

“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.  

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.

“Shrimp.  Shrimp.”  

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.

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.  

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.

All at once she released me, and scuttled away on her knees.  She looked almost scared.  Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.

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.  

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.

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.

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.  

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.

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?”

At the word, my cock gave an involuntary little twitch.  Almost like it was nodding in agreement.

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.  

Just before she left, she ducked her head back in, sparing me one last look.

“Oh and Shrimp?  If you tell mom about this?  You’re dead.”

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 2

 

Chapter-Specific CW: step-sibling sexy stuff, teasing, genre-aware characters

2.  

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.  

Looking at them now, I clearly had a type.  They were all very tall, even for models.  Athletic.  And generously proportioned, especially up top.

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.

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.  

I was still studying this monstrosity, when there was a knock at the door.

“I haven’t unpacked yet.  Hey, what’d you do with all my things, anyway?”

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!

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….

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.

“Oh hey,” Willow purred.  “I didn’t know you were back already.  Welcome home, Shrimp.”

“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?”

She rolled her eyes.  “I guess mom hasn’t filled you in yet.  A lot’s changed around here.  It’s a long story.”

“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!”

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.”

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?

“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?”

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.”

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.    

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.

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.

“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?”

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.”

“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?”

“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.

“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?”

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.”

“Fine.  Can you at least stop calling me Shrimp?”

“You sure liked to use that nickname on me, before I grew.”

My cheeks went hot.  I’d completely forgotten about that.  “I always meant it affectionately,” I said, lamely.

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.”

“I already had some,” I grumbled.

Willow’s hand froze, halfway to reaching for the bar.  “Did you.”  She sounded intrigued.  “How, ah.  Were they?”

“Good.  Um.  Why?”

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.

“So, just curious.  Did she let you wash those cookies down with anything?  A soft drink, or some water…?”

“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!”

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.

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.

“Well Shrimp.  Things are about to change for you.  We can do this the easy way.  Or the fun way.”

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 1

 

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.

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.  

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.

Btw, just to head it off, canonical ages in order of character appearance are:

Megan: 42
John: 22
Willow: 19
Brianna: 23

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

Spoiler Tags: Girl growing a cock, minor male growth, insertion, mega and giga sizes

1. 

My stepmom was seven feet tall.

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.  

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.

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.

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.

“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?”

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. 

“How…?”

She winked at me.  “Come inside, John.”

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. 

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 those 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.  

I followed, doing everything I could to not look at her ass. 

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.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I baked cookies. I’ll make you a plate.”

I touched her shoulder as she started to turn.  Partly to get her attention, partly to make sure she was real.  “Um, hey, Megan.” 

She dimpled.  “You don’t have to keep calling me ‘Megan,’ you know.

I gestured vaguely at her enormous, muscular form. “Aren’t you going to explain about… this?”

“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.

“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.”

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. 

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….

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. 

“You still drink milk, don’t you?”

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.

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?”

I started to answer with a mouthful of cookie, washed it down quickly with a long drink of milk.  “Um.  It’s good.”

“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?”

I turned away quickly, aware she caught me staring.  “Not really.  I mostly keep to myself.  My classes keep me too busy.”

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.

“I’m guessing you aren’t seeing anyone?” she asked.  “Or at least, not anyone new?”

“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.”

“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.”

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.

“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.”

I set the plate of cookies aside.  My hands shook.  I still couldn’t make myself meet her eye.  “What are you saying?”

“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.”

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….”

“You don’t have to call me that.  You know you can just call me….”

“Why are you so big?”

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.”  

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.”

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.”