[pseudoclever]

5. Lust and Deception


I had been 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, with a number of 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. As I did, 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 a number of 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, forcing me to silence. “You remembered the number, did you? My my. What am I to make of THAT?” She paused for a long moment, staring, making sure I had time to realize how I'd just incriminated myself. Finally, she went on. “In answer to your question, haven't I told you before that I'm still a growing girl? In fact, I did quite a bit of growing just last night.”

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

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

“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 to yourself. I therefore pay a young woman to visit me here three times a week to apply it. My Vanessa is an extremely skilled masseuse, and she makes the entire process very, very pleasurable for me.” She paused, giving her lips a suggestive little lick. “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. The sudden jolt of embarrassment as I held my long overcoat protectively against my body...it felt like 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? So much the better.”

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. 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?

If you asked me then, I would have denied it all. Yet....

Without another word, Tiffany began to unbutton my coat. After only the first two had been undone it slipped from my tiny shoulders, and the oversized garment 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. 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. Wonder 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 own natural 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 the base of my neck.

“Relax, 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 eyes.

“Second, be silent. Word are unnecessary, and talking disturbs the magic of a good massage.”

I clearly heard the faint suction noise that could only be a certain, special cream being removed from its jar. “Third,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “And most importantly. Whatever you feel...enjoy it.”

This, it turned out, was incredibly easy.

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 quite, and felt myself relaxing under her skillful touch. I've had back rubs before but...she was just so big! Each of her hands covered a huge portion of my back, and 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 this tingling wasn't entirely natural. 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...came the heat.

The changes began. First, the snapping 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, and my entire upper body was steadily lifted from the table by two firm, velvety pillows. 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, the rhythm my heartbeat. 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 begin, 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 didn't notice the sharp contraction around my belly button, or see the heavy columns of steam rising from my body. I didn't feel my face slipping down, down, or the glacial expansion of Tiffany's hands against my shrinking body. 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 snuggly between her enormous breasts. 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.