This is the end. I moved the 3rd person out a bit to include Mark's thoughts in this section, since the first half of the chapter is really more his journey. I also thought it would help, because he's the character we've gotten to know the least.
I really enjoyed this tale, hope you did too. LMK if you liked it, and free feel to give critiques.
Two Judes
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The door clicked behind him as the familiar jingle of keys landing on the phone table chimed in his ears. They were two very satisfying, repetitive sounds at the end of a very long and stressful day. Sounds that meant coming home, something he always looked forward to. Especially when it meant coming home to Judy.
He heard motion coming from upstairs indicating that she was awake. Good, after a day like this he could use the comfort of his sexy, little wife. Her feminine charms always got his motor running, and on the bad days- and this had been a doozy- they were extra appreciated. Judy's truly epic bust line could make him hard just thinking about it, but it could also be oddly comforting. Soothing in a way he hadn't felt since early childhood, when it was easy to believe that everything was going to be OK... forever. He could use a little of that right now.
"Mark, I've got a big surprise for you," came a voice from the top of the stairs.
"Is it a good one?" mark asked, "I kinda need it."
"Even better!"
It sounded like she was on the landing, but then Mark heard the floor creek that made it sound like she was still in the bedroom. It registered, but he didn't really think about it until later. A mute point, because all thinking stopped when he reached the foot of the stairs.
At the top of the stairs Judy stood naked, her body softly illuminated by two different sources. The glow of the moon danced across her rampant curves with silky fingers, while a dull flicker warmed her flank from the open bedroom door. Candles? Mark, smiled. If she had bothered to light candles it definitely wasn't going to be a straight-to-bed kinda of night. Things were looking up.
Speaking of… Mark watched in wonder as the nearly silhouetted form of his wife slinked her way down the stairs toward him. Each step was slow and purposeful. Each planted heel created a quick quiet quiver to run through her breasts. The bounce of her breasts made it appear they were influenced by a different gravity then the rest of her. An odd and yet somehow harmonious pull that made his wife’s every dainty movement a thing of magic.
He found himself wanting to see Judy in better light, but a second thought made him glad for the shadowy stairwell. His wife was so beautiful in the relative darkness, but even more so in the light. He was afraid that to stare openly into a sight that transcendent it might blind him like the sun. Especially after a day like today.
She stopped her descent a full two stairs up from her husband, but still had to look up slightly to meet his gaze. Mark wasn’t certain but he thought he saw her eyes widen momentarily. A half second of doubt flitted across the gaze of this normally confident little woman. But a half second was all it got as she smiled seductively up at him.
“Was it terrible?” she purred. Her voice was all sex, but somehow she managed to squeeze some real sympathy in there.
“Yeah,” he said, “pretty terrible.”
“Anybody get fired?” she said. Jude was ignoring her own nudity. She was so comfortable that she didn’t seem to even notice her lack of clothes. Mark couldn’t think of anything else. Even two steps up and away, the fullest part of Judy’s breasts pushed out to within an inch of Mark’s rumpled dress shirt. He wasn’t sure but her large, hard nipples might have actually been just barely brushing against him with her every inhale.
“No,” he said struggling to hold his thoughts together, “and the longer I stand here the less I care about work.”
“Then let’s not speak of it again,” she said in her breathiest voice.
She leaned forward allowing her breasts to close that final gap between them. Her nipples connected first. A pair of hot, soft finger tips poking into his upper chest. An impressive weight of bosom followed, pressing and spreading against his body. He wanted to reach up to catch her, but he resisted. They had done this many times before. Judy would teeter toward him and stop her slow fall down the stairs with her breasts alone. Allowing them to cushion her as she leaned and pushed into her husband. As she ‘fell’ her lips would come closer and closer to his until they met.
…But tonight the kiss did not come.
“Mark?” she breathed into his mouth.
It took him a minute to catch up, “…uh, yeah?”
“I need to you to trust me,” she said. “I need you to see me.”
Mark’s brow furrowed. “I do?” he said hesitantly.
“I need you to believe me,” she whispered. “I need your total faith.”
He was starting to get into this now. A little banter before bed. “You have it,” he said.
“Anything,” she said. Her lips brushed his as she said it. “Anything I say you need to believe. Can you do that?”
He gulped, “I can try.”
“Anything.” she stressed. She gently bit his lower lip a little to stress her point. She pulled away slightly before letting go.
“Can you do that?” Her small hand cupped his erection thru his slacks. As she asked her final question, she squeezed.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“I’m a head taller than you and I have smaller boobs.” The words were said as sexily as everything else she said but they still dragged his rhythm to a screeching halt.
“Wait. What?”
Judy looked at her husband with a crook of a smile. “I said, I’m a head taller than you with tiny tits,” she repeated. “Now, picture it!”
“What?” he said again.
“Shut your eyes and picture it,” she said encouragingly. “See me looming over you. Imagine me being able to wrestle you to the ground. Make it real.”
“Uh?” he said, but he was starting to get an image in his mind. Mark had always had a bit of a secret thing for tall girls, but Judy had never been one of them. Not that it mattered, and it was nice to picture her as a giant. He had never brought it up because she was so short. He hadn’t wished to hurt her feelings.
“You said I have your total faith,” Judy said again. “I am an Amazon. You are my toy-boy husband. I’m so tall people give us weird looks when we’re out together, but you don’t give a shit. You like me tall. You love me tall.”
Mark had an image of Judy ducking as she stepped out of their door. She was barely squeezed in a tiny black dress. Her huge breasts swaying back and forth as she stood again outside. If he stood close those giant boobs would block the view of her lovely face. Wait. If that were true she’d never fit in the car.
Fuck it, they didn’t need a car. Jude was no longer towering above him in the front yard. He was alone, but not for long. He watched Judy’s body rise above the roof of their house. He couldn’t tell if she was growing or simply standing up. Her naked torso rose above the top of their two story A-frame. Leaning forward she rested her now truly titanic tits onto their roof, dislodging shingles and making the lumber creek under their weight. No, too big. They still had 12 years left on the mortgage.
In the next moment she was standing beside him and looking him in the eye only she wasn’t using the stairs to gain elevation. On her feet were a pair of modest heels. But that wasn’t right either, she felt too short. Too short? 5’7” would be nearly a foot taller than her actual height. How could that appear to be too short?
Another shift- She’s sitting on the couch and he’s rubbing her feet. Large feet, Mark noticed, at the end of long legs. The doorbell rings and they both spring up. In the moment of confusion when they decide who’ll get the door Mark stares at the lovely curve of her neck before dragging his eyes up to meet hers.
Somehow it feels right, but her breasts are so tiny. Or they were, even as he watches his wife’s bosom inflates to its full proportions, the process causing a button or two to pop off her blouse. Undeterred she turns and walks toward the beckoning doorbell.
“Tell me how tall I am, Mark,” she urges.
“6’4”,” he says. “No! 6’5”. Yeah, you’re 6’5”. You’re so hot, and tall!” Mark liked this fantasy. It felt uncommonly real to him. So good. So… right. Shit, he didn’t know Judy was into this.
“And my breasts,” Judy said. She sounded excited, “Tell me about my breasts,”
“They’re huge!” he offered. She groaned.
“No, they’re not,” she said and then gasped. Mark’s hand had wrapped itself around the firm, bulging weight of her right breast.
“I have to disagree,” he said. She slapped his hand away.
“Total faith!” she scolded. “I am a Amazon and I have tiny tits! I need you to see it, Mark. Reach out in your mind’s eye and hold them- no, just your mind.” Again she slapped his hands away.
Eyes firmly shut he envisioned his towering wife with her enormous chest thrust out level with his neck. With just a slight bend of the head he could bury his face between them.
“Wait, wait,” he said.
Refocused, he saw himself reaching up to palm each of Judy’s magnificent breasts. Way more than a handful at 4’9”, at 6’5” they were truly daunting. A lesser man would have been scared, but not Mark. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. They’d be worth the sprained wrist.
Part of his brain wondered how this image could be so real. Mark had always had a decent imagination, he supposed, but never had a fantasy been so clear. So crisp! He could almost touch it. And in that moment his imagined hands could
feel the weight of his wife’s phantom breasts. Amazing!
“Got it.”
“Am I still a giant?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said with a distinct eagerness.
“As you squeeze my boobs I want you to picture them shrinking in your hands,” Judy said. Mark groaned involuntarily.
“Just do it,” Judy told him sternly.
Slowly but surely Mark was able to imagine his wife’s ponderous bosom growing smaller in his hands. Little by little they seemed to melt like a pair of ice cubes. His hands held more and more of Judy’s flesh as he squeezed and released, and squeezed and released. The breasts that she squeezed into a GG bra every morning slowly reduced in size until she could buy off the rack.
“Keep going,” she said.
“How do you even know I haven’t made you completely flat-chested?”
“I’m you’re wife,” she said. He made no argument.
“Awwww… Do I have to?” he asked, but did as he was told.
Mark could now clearly see himself squeezing a pair of D-cups, but with a little effort he managed to compact them even further until they would’ve fit nicely into a pair of C’s, and then B’s. Despite her height, Judy’s breasts were getting quite manageable. Mark could easily see himself cupping and stroking her perky and somewhat smallish breasts. They still pleasantly filled his palms, but Judy was no longer the juggernaught he knew.
Then he kept squeezing, kept shrinking, her boobs. Evaporating them further and further until they were completely gone and he was just massaging her tiny, hard nipples with his fingertips. Pushing and pinching them around her chest in gentle circles. His imagination allowed Mark to do this for a while, but invariably his wife’s breasts would begin to swell again. Blossoming to ripeness under his happy hands. Being a good boy, he would then shrink them back down with an effort of will, only to have them grow again. Finally he confessed.
“Its no good. I can’t shrink them all the way down,” he said smiling. “Every time I picture you flat they grow back. A B-cup is the best I can do. I love your boobs too much to do more than that.”
“Are you sure?” she sounded strangely happy. Almost ecstatic.
“Yep,” he said. “Clear as day.”
“Open your eyes.”
He did, and felt a momentary tug at his brain as the truth rolled in.
As his eyes opened he saw a different world. The tiny, busty creature before him was wrong. Well, ‘wrong’ was the wrong word for it, and yet... His wife was a lean and lovely, auburn haired giantess, wasn’t she? Or was she the tiny voluptuous creature on the stairs before him? In his mind Judy was tiny and towering, top-heavy and small-breasted. Who was this woman before him? She spoke like his wife, smelled like his wife, but-
“What the hell is going on here?!” he suddenly said much louder than he meant to. Mark staggered back bumping the wall so hard it jarred the photo that hung there.
“Mark, honey, do you-“
“You shrunk!” Mark said. Then gesturing to her breasts, “And grew!” His eyes went wide and he looked down and to the left. It was a look Judy recognized from whenever he was remembering, or lost in deep thought. Then his eyes locked on hers again.
“You’ve been shrinking all week,” his voice positively astonished. “How did I not notice!? And you kept asking me. How did- I- I-“
She interrupted him by grabbing one of his large hands in both of hers and cupping it to her warm chest. Having faith that he wouldn’t let go, she clamped her mouth on his. Mark was stunned and remained so, but Judy kept kissing him until he started kissing back. Eventually his left hand joined his right and they went into full exploration mode. This was not the wife he remembered, and they were more than willing to map the new terrain.
“Calm,” she asked.
“No?” he said with a small smile.
“Calmer,” she amended.
“I guess,” Mark sighed. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” Judy smiled. “Better than fine. What do you remember?”
Mark made a few attempts before successfully starting, “uh, everything I guess. In my head there are kind of two Judy’s. An Amazon and a midget.”
Judy punched his arm.
“Hey! You asked,” he rubbed the spot she had stuck. “Anyway, now that I can remember, the tall you feels more real. Am I going crazy?”
Judy laughed, “No, but now you know how I felt. And you’re right this <ahem>
midget me is new. I’m usually quite tall.”
Mark leaned against the wall, looking up the stairs at his still naked, short, and busty wife. “What happened to you?”
“I did,” came a voice from the hall upstairs.
Another form stepped into view, huge and feminine. It stepped onto the landing above Judy. As the moon lit her body Mark could see that this woman was just as naked as his wife with the exception of a pair of high-heeled shoes.
She was gigantic. Easily 7 feet tall and seemed taller for being at the top of the stairs. She had a pair of long, thick, sexy legs meeting (well, not quite meeting) at a pair of broad, curvy hips. A tiny waist that flowed up into a smooth nearly flat chest with just the hint of twin swells underneath her large-ish nipples. Her whole body was athletic and exotic, from the top of her dark, silky mane to the tips of her shiny high heels.
Mark may, and I stress ‘may’, have screamed like a little girl. Judy dropped her head into her hand.
“Oops,” Nikki said to Judy.
“Thanks,” Judy said. “I told you to let me handle it.”
Nikki shrugged her shoulders. Previously that would’ve caused an eye-catching wave across her chest- less so now. She looked up, smiled, planted her hands on hips, and shifted most of her weight to one foot.
“I was getting bored,” Nikki admitted, “And I know an entrance line when I hear one.”
“What the hell is going on here!” Mark managed to say. “Ohmigod... Nikki?”
“Got it in one,” Nikki said and took a few steps down the stairs.
Mark tried to back up. Tried to look away. He failed at both attempts. A much larger part of his brain desperately wanted to drink in every moment of these two beautiful naked women on his stairs. Combine that with twin and conflicting images of what these women
should look like bouncing around in his head, and he wasn’t going to stop staring anytime soon.
“I ask again, what-
exactly- is going on here?” he gasped.
Nikki spoke first, “Well, I want to fuck your wife, but she made me ask you for permission first.” This dragged an exasperated sigh out of Judy and she swatted Nikki’s bare thigh with the back of her hand. Nikki, perhaps playing the living up to he Amazonian status, ignored the tiny attack.
“What do you say, Mark,” Nikki grinned. “Can I? Pleeeeeease.”
“Wha- I-I-I,” Mark stammered.
Judy rolled her eyes. She turned quickly to Nikki in attempt to keep things from slipping off the deep end. Well, slipping more than they already had.
“Kiss him,” she said in a commanding tone.
“Done,” Nikki said striding down the stairs. This time Mark did try to run, but it did no good. Nikki was on him in a moment and she was a force to be reckoned with. Her body was every bit as large as Judy’s used to be, but she was curvier, thicker, and- as it turns out- a lot stronger. If it came to it, she was probably stronger than he was.
She pinned him to the wall and pressed herself into him, turning his head up to meet hers. Mark’s eyes, half filled with fear, met Nikki’s- brimming with lust. Her full, parted lips descended onto his shocked and open mouth causing Mark’s whole body to jerk like a current had been pumped into it. He struggled for a moment and then, seeing how fruitless it was, eased into the kiss. Not exactly kissing her back with abandon, but definitely going with the flow. One arm rhythmically and softly pounded the way like a distant echo of his resistance.
Judy found the show somewhat upsetting to watch, while simultaneously being the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
When Nikki was done with him (and she took her damn, sweet time). Judy grabbed her husband by the belt and pulled him closer. Reaching up she tried to rip open his shirt, but found her reduced size and significantly reduced her strength and she only managed to pop a couple buttons. Fortunately Nikki instinctively knew what Judy meant to do and almost causally tore Mark’s shirt off and left it hanging from his waist.
“Jude, I?” he said dazedly.
“Now kiss me,” she demanded. Instead of letting him bend toward her tiny body, Judy leapt off the stairs and wrapped her legs around her husband’s strong waist. She shoved her breasts into Mark’s chest like a pair of fleshy battering rams. Letting their buoyant weight try to push him away from her as her arms and legs held him close. The sensation of her own body pushing and spreading and warm against him was amazing. She did so love the feel of her new breasts! And so did he, it was only moments before his large hands found his wife’s curves as they bulged between the two of them.
“Better now?” she said when she finally let him go.
His smile was so euphoric it made her giggle. “Yes, but I still don’t understand.”
“It’s all good,” Jude told the love of her life, “Do you need to know right now? I promise I’ll explain later.”
He looked at his naked wife and then over to his naked neighbor. Nikki twiddled her fingers at him.
“I mean come on, she’s on both of our lists,” Jude said, “We kind of
have to fuck her.”
Mark looked up at Nikki with nervous quickness. “You told her about the list?!”
“Told her?” Judy sighed, “It took a superhuman effort of will to resist humping her until you got home!”
A moment calm thought cut through Mark’s confusion. “You totally should have,” he said eying their giant neighbor slyly. “I mean, she’s on your list. Technically I couldn’t have even got mad.”
“Told you,” Nikki said to Judy in a singsong voice.
Jude glared at Mark. “Apparently,” she said through grit teeth, “I really love you.”
Mark smiled lovingly back. “You must,” he admitted. Gesturing at the towering beauty next to them he added, “A lot!”
“Apparently,” Judy repeated even more strained than before. “So be a good boy, and don’t ruin this.”
“Honey,” he said and took her by the shoulders, then paused as her tiny stature and big boobs momentarily distracted him. “Are you sure?”
Judy welled up her inner calm before speaking her next words. She reminded herself that Mark had just had a terrible day, only to come home and have his entire understanding of reality fractured and then rebuilt in a matter of minutes. Even still, she seriously didn’t think it would take this much convincing. They were talking about a three-way, after all… with
two girls!
So we must have a little temperance for Judy if her patience ran out. She began her next words evenly and slowly, but they quickly built in volume, pacing, and forcefulness. Until her final words had taken on the commanding tones of an excitable queen making a decree. For just a moment Judy became a tiny tyrant.
For the record, Mark never lodged a complaint.
“You’re standing,” Jude spoke, “in the hallway with two beautiful and- might I add- naked women who are throwing themselves at you.”
Judy stared directly into Mark face, her eyes full of resolve. “She’s shared her boobs, I’ve shared my height. So, yes, I’m pretty
damn sure I’m ready to share my husband! In fact, I’m positive.” Here gaze firmed even more, “In fact, I’m deciding for you.”
Judy turned her attentions to Nikki. “Carry him upstairs, so we can have our way with him.”
“Done,” Nikki said and threw Mark over her shoulder. There was minimal, if any struggle from him. But before Nikki trudged up the stairs she looked down at the little woman that was about to become her lover.
“Nice speech,” she smiled. “Just don’t think you can order me around, half-pint,” Nikki chided. “I was a tiger in the sack when I was your size. I’m betting it’ll take the both of you to handle me now.”
Nikki bent and poked Judy in the boob, lightly flicking her nipple before retracting her hand.
“Now why don’t
you follow my giant sexy ass to the bedroom, and we’ll see who holds court.”
Without another word Nikki began to walk up the stairs. Even with Mark’s weight over one shoulder she managed to enticingly roll her hips as she ascended. Her big, curvy rump swinging from side to side beckoned Judy to follow- and she did.
Pausing for a moment at the window, Judy heard the sound of springs creaking as Nikki threw Mark onto the bed. Smiling, Judy turned and looked out toward Nikki’s house next door. Everything had started less than a week ago, making her realize just how quickly a life can change. She had stood right here wishing for something different, and everyday since had given her just that.
It hadn’t been what she’d expected. Reality turned into nightmares, nightmares turned to fantasies, and fantasies completed the circle by becoming reality. She had been terrified, but now she was enamored. Just as pleased to be a big-boobed pixie, as she had been to be the amazing colossal woman.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding in those pants,” Nikki’s voice came from the bedroom. There was a tearing sound and then a loud ‘coo’ of approval.
Nikki had mentioned swapping ‘traits’ with her sister, but Judy hadn’t just swapped bra-sizes with Nikki. She had nearly left the giant girl completely flat. Judy’s hand lifted to cup breasts larger than Nikki’s had ever been. If that was true, could she also get smaller than 4’9”? What would happen when Mark was made part of the circle? Could she absorb enough height to become a true giantess? If so she promised to be very kind to her two tiny lovers. And certainly there had to be more things they could trade beside their height and tits. It was going to be an interesting life from now on.
“Better hurry, shortstuff. If you don’t get in here quick you’ll have to wait for round two.” Nikki said. Hell, she almost sang it. Mark groaned in a very pleasurable way. “Damn, do I like being a big girl!”
“Hold on for me, Hon!” Judy called bemusedly. Nikki didn’t know of Mark’s stamina yet, but she’d learn. The boy did knew how to go the distance. Something she had always appreciated when she was taller.
“Doing. My. Best!” he said in a series of short staccato grunts.
Of course she’d always want Mark by her side. Judy couldn’t imagine any journey without him. Once he was past his shock, he was really going to enjoy this.
Nikki was a certainly a lovely and exciting companion as well. A friend, and now more than a friend. And unless Jude misjudged her, she had been more than a little lonely before. More than a little eager for a chance to play and let the magic back in. Hungry to make a real connection with someone.
Doors of possibility were now laid out before Judy that she couldn’t even fathom existing before. Previously invisible, these doorways were suddenly… there. More than there, they were inviting. Beckoning to be opened. Now that she could see them Judy realized that she was very interested walking through a few of them… maybe, in time, she’d try them all.
“Judy,” Mark hollered. She could almost hear the long list of baseball stats running through his brain.
“Judy,” Nikki sang. “Come play!”
She turned from the window and approached her bedroom on dainty feet at the end of tiny, slender legs. Judy stopped at the doorway for one brief moment, smiled, and then walked through.