So, there's this story I've been looking for for a while....

[Mattariel]

.....and I found it! Heh, bet you thought this was a request thread, eh?

Well, it is partially, because I'm requesting whether to post it or not out of fear of another "OLD'D!" fiasco, but I am aware of the fact that I personally haven't seen this story since the old OLD pre-hacked Phoenix Ashes site.

The story is called My Master, and it's kinda a D&D influenced (the game, not the setting) tale of a plain girl playing D&D with a group, she steps out, overhears a conversation between the players about her appearance. She gets a bit self-concious, makes a wish that her boyfriend was her DM, and could do what he wanted with her.....the story then flows into a lot of female growing, BE, some reduction, then MORE growing and BE and sex.

Anyone interested? Or shall I not bother?

[LK]

Bother. ^^ It's fine.

[Dimples]

Please do.

[Mattariel]

Right, here we go. I remind everyone that this ISN'T my work, but a story I once read a long time ago and thought was lost.



My Master, My Slave
By Pseudo Clever



"Come on, that's completely unfair! Take it back, Taya! I can?t be dead." Rick folded his arms over his chest, and scowled at me from his seat across the table.

"Hey, don't blame me. I just go by what the dice say. And remember, it was your choice to attack it. When I was building the campaign I didn't think any of you could be dumb enough to take a swing at the Deity of Neutrality!" I smiled at him wickedly.

Rick looked playfully outraged. He appealed to James, sitting at my right. "Can't you do anything about this? Seduce her a little, please?" James only grinned, and shrugged.

I shook my head. "It wouldn't work anyway. And by the way hun," I looked James in the eye. "If I catch you trying to sneak a peak behind my screen one more time, you're sleeping on the couch."

Rick scoffed. "I don't know, it doesn't look like Taya has anything interesting under her ?screen? from here." Billy and Tom laughed from across the room.

"Lightning strikes your corpse!" I declared savagely. I stretched, standing up from the table. "Back in a second kids, gotta use the bathroom." I made my way across the cluttered basement, and up the stairs. As I reached the top, however, I was overcome with a strange premonition. Without knowing why, I sat down on the steps, pulling myself deep into the shadows, and listened. I could feel a tense silence as they waited for me to get out of earshot. Rick finally spoke up.

"Why are you still with Taya anyway? Yeah she's cool, but she's so...plain. You could get somebody way hotter than that." There were murmurs of agreement from the others.

James was quick to come to my defense. "Look, yeah I'll admit Taya isn't that attractive. But we're into all the same things, and we get along great. You guys have to lie to your girl friends to be able to spend Saturday night gaming, but Taya actually joins in. She even DM?s! And anyway, I don't really want to be with anybody else."

I wasn't sure how to feel about his response. Sure, I was glad he thought we went good together. But he wasn't even going to contend what Rick had said about my looks. I sighed. I had to admit he was right. There wasn't any question. I was a tiny little girl with a tomboy frame - almost no curves to speak of, dirty blond hair, weighing in at five feet one inch and one hundred pounds, max. James was always telling me how pretty my eyes were, but he never mentioned any other of my body parts. I fled just as Rick was laying in to some snide comment about marrying your best friend.

I hurried to the bathroom and locked the door. I washed my face, and struggled to get control of my emotions. The sight of my own face in the mirror only served to remind me of my problems. But what could I do about being so unattractive? It wasn't like there was an exercise I could do to make my boobs grow. And James would laugh if I started wearing platforms and a wonder bra.

Finally I started to calm down, felt my breathing return to normal. I remembered the game in progress downstairs. In that dark basement, I was the Dungeon Master. I was God - anything I said would come to pass. But the dungeon master isn?t part of the game, and thus doesn?t have any power over themselves. "You know," I said to myself, looking at my reflection, "what I really need is someone like that in my life. So I can just say, 'You know, I'd like to be more attractive. Is that okay? I'll just change my character sheet, then.' ...I wish James was that person."

The words had barely left my mouth when I felt the house lurch. "An earthquake!" I thought, and grabbed the counter for support. But the movement stopped before I could even get a hold, and I realized that it wasn't the ground that had moved. Maybe more like the entire planet had moved ten feet, or even a hundred miles through space in a fraction of a second, but that wasn't exactly it either.

Just as I was recovering from that mysterious incident, I heard a soft "clink" next to me. I looked down and spied a small glass vial. There was no way it had been there before, I'm absolutely certain. I would never have missed something like that. It didn't look like it belonged in this century - it was uneven and dirty, and the glass was inexpertly blown. The stopper was a different story, however. First off, it was clean. Given the state of the glass, that was a little strange. It was brass, and ornately carved. A figure of a dragon seemed to stand guard over the container, and behind, clear as day was?a Rune. Being a gamer, I recognized it immediately. It meant "Dreams."

I sat down on the side of the bath tub, and considered my situation. I was open-minded enough to understand that something out of the ordinary was going on here. Nobody in the house was playing a joke on me, since I was sure the vial had appeared at the same time I experienced that movement. In any good fantasy novel, something like this would be the answer to my prayers - I'd just been wishing to be more attractive. Out loud. While staring into a mirror. Was it midnight? I checked my watch. 2:34AM. There went that theory.

I've always promised myself that if something fantastic like ever happened to me, I'd go along with it. I wouldn't want to miss my chance at an adventure worthy of being chronicled in some poorly-translated anime series. I sighed wearily, and worked the top off the container. There was only be a small amount of liquid inside, and I guessed I could down it in one gulp. Afraid I might chicken out, I shut out any objections from my mind, threw back my head and poured the contents of the vial into my mouth.

It took all my will not to spit the stuff out again. Once, Rick had dared me to do a shot of dry scotch. Not being much of a drinker, I'd ended up coughing it into his face. This stuff was similar - it burned my throat and made my eyes water. Somehow I managed to choke it down. But once I was sure I'd swallowed it all, I spent the next minute washing the taste out of my mouth in the sink. Afterward, I looked for the vial and stopper, hoping to save them as evidence. They were gone, of course. I wasn't even surprised.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my body, feeling for any subtle changes. I didn't have to wait long, and it sure wasn't subtle either. An electric shiver went through my body, up from my feet, along my spine and out to my fingertips. It was so intense I was forced to drop to my knees. I hugged my chest and waited for the sensation to pass. The weird thing was, it wasn't painful at all. In fact, it felt pretty good. Once I was over the initial shock and able to suppress my fear, I started to enjoy the strange electric tingles. The only way I could describe it is to say it literally felt like a current was running through my body, but that the voltage was moving slowly, massaging my insides instead of burning them. Gentle warmth was spreading through my flesh, causing all my muscles to unclench and relax. I could feel beads of sweat forming along my brow. The longer this electricity continued to arc through me, the more I hoped it would never stop.

I released my hands from their death grasp around my shoulders, and ran my fingers through my hair. Without even realizing what I was doing I slipped downward, bringing my hands along the side of my face, gently tracing my mouth as my lips parted in a groan of pleasure. Deep inside I knew where I was going as I rubbed my way down my neck. When I could stand the wait no longer, I cupped my hands around my breasts and gently kneaded them with my palms. I squeezed my swollen nipples between my thumb and forefinger, noticing how stiff they were. Immediately my eyes shot open, and I gasped with surprise. My tits had never felt that sensitive before. I was overcome with a need to continue my work, but something nagged at the back of my mind. I couldn?t quite figure it out - something was different. Then I understood. My breasts were...bigger.

The charge that had been running through my body was finally starting to subside. A perfume of ozone hung in the air. Although I was disappointed that the heat that had enslaved me had passed, I needed to examine this new development. No pun intended. I stood up and studied myself in the mirror. There was no doubt about it - my chest had definitely increased in size. Not only that, but the shirt I'd borrowed from James seemed to fit me better. Even rolled up it still tended to slip down over my hands before, but that didn't seem possible now. It was then that I became aware of a dull pain in my sides, below my shoulders. My bra, of course! As I reached back to unhook it, the clasp popped from the strain. I removed what was left of my tiny 32A, and laid it on the counter. I realized: my breasts hadn't just grown, they were still growing!

Not quickly, not at all. But if I held still and watched my reflection I could clearly see them pushing outward in every direction, becoming rounder, more firm. I couldn't resist reaching under my shirt - I had to feel them grow in my hands. I traced a line around my belly button with my fingernail, along my flat stomach and at last grabbed a hold of my enlarged chest. The pleasure was far more intense than before, and my knees went weak, forcing me to grab the wall so I wouldn?t lose my balance.

I was enjoying massaging my expanding breast with my free hand so much that I almost lost my composure completely. But just then I felt myself slip again, as though my hand were too low on the wall to support me at that angle. Begrudgingly I stood up again, and checked myself in the mirror. My perspective was different, somehow. I placed my hand on the wall, and I could see my arm moving downwards just to stay in the same place. I knew immediately what was happening. I was getting taller as well. In fact, now I could see all sorts of things changing. My hair, which had been cut at the shoulders, was growing longer, making its way down my back. My cute, thin face was filling out, becoming more voluptuous, my lips fuller. My hips were even expanding, making me much curvier. And?there was a certain smell in the room, a familiar smell. It was my own vaginal juices, but far stronger than I'd ever remembered. Curiously, I unbuttoned my pants. I slipped two fingers under my panties, along the soft pink folds of my vagina. I was wet, more wet than I've ever been in my life. A trickle of fluid was seeping from my pussy, running down my leg like warm honey. That explained all my erotic behavior - I was so horny I could barely control myself. My own touch was enough to cause this normally quiet girl to moan at the top of her lungs.

Immediately I froze, terrified that someone downstairs had heard me. But I still heard the boys' easy conversation from down below. This wasn't going to work; there was no way I could satisfy myself without screaming loud enough to alert everyone in the house. A devious smile crept across my face. I unlocked the door, and stuck my head out into the hallway. "James, dear? Could you come here for a second?"



'James, dear? Could you come here for a second?'

'Sure, Taya. Be right up!' he yelled back. Quickly, I removed my pants. They were becoming far too small for me now anyway. On an impulse I left my panties where they were - they were tight, barely covering my expanding body, and the bits they hid only made me look more enticing. I also undid the top two buttons on my shirt, revealing some impressive cleavage, and messed my hair up seductively. I heard James' footsteps coming down the hall. One last check in the mirror - by now I had grown three full inches, and filled out considerably. My breasts...I could hardly stand to look away. They were beautiful, and huge. I estimated they must be large C cups by now. The door knob turned.

'What's the matter...Taya? What...' was all I let him say before I reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him to my lips. I kissed him with all the desperate fury I felt burning in my growing figure. My tongue wrestled with his for a moment, and then I thrust deeply into his mouth. I hugged him close, pressing my body against him with surprising strength, enjoying the new feeling of my breasts crushed against his strong chest. James, for his part, didn't do much. And who could blame him? I was glad he hadn't fainted dead away. I knew he was approaching the point of no return - and so was I - so I stepped back and let him get a clear view of my sexy new form.

His mouth hung open. 'Taya...how? What happened?'

I smiled at him, absently fingering the elastic of my panties. 'Is that really important? All that matters is that you get those people downstairs out of our house, so you can explore my new...assets.' I cupped one of my still-expanding breasts suggestively, and slipped one finger into my soaking pussy. I moaned, and allowed my eyes to lose their focus.

'Uh, no problem.' He grinned, and hurried away as quickly as he could manage encumbered by the swelling member in his pants. I knew this wouldn't take very long. James can be very persuasive when he has to be. That was good, because the brief contact with him had made me even more amorous. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to thrust my fingers as deep inside as they would reach, to release the vast torrent of sexual energy that still continued to build. I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my fists at my side, trying as hard as I could not to think about my lover's hands touching me in my most sensitive parts...his mouth wrapped around my swollen tits...his big, hard cock....

Dimly, I heard voices near the front door - our friends saying their good-byes. 'James...hurry...' I whispered. I gasped as one of my fingers, unbidden, gently brushed the edge of my clit, like a tiny paint brush against a canvas. I was rewarded with a wave of ecstasy rushing through my entire body. It was better than I could have hoped, could have imagined. My panties were getting very tight, digging deeper into my nether regions with every passing second. Expending all my strength, I managed to pull my hands away from my crotch. I placed them flatly on the counter, determined to wait for James. I groaned, a deep animal sound of frustration.

'Taya, you can control yourself, can't you?' James was almost here, I thought as I heard his voice from outside the bathroom. The door creaked. I opened my eyes, glimpsed myself in the mirror, and stopped, petrified. At first I noticed only my breasts. It seemed they had done a great deal of growing while I?d been distracted. They were now almost unrealistic, at least DD's. But they fit perfectly on my frame, since it seemed my body had been expanding even faster than my chest. James' shirt was tiny on me, the buttons straining against my flesh, my tits fighting to get out. I was much taller than I'd been a few moments ago. Everything in the room looked small and far away. I guessed that my short make-out session with James had accelerated the whole process.

I turned, and saw him staring at me. At least, it looked like James, but he wasn't even as tall as I was. His eyes must've only come up to my chin, and they were nearly bulging out of his head. His jaw moved up and down as he tried to speak. Entertained by this new turn of events, I let a seductive smirk make its way across my lips. I bent over slightly so that our eyes were at the same level, and I put my face very close to his. 'James...are you alright?'

Quickly he came to his senses. 'Taya...how? Wait, never mind that. You must be almost six and a half feet tall. And you're so...sexy!'

I crossed my arms in mock anger. 'Are you saying I wasn't sexy before?'

He smiled at uncomfortably. 'I know you aren't the kind of girl who would get upset over such an innocent line. And you know what I mean.' I could see how hard it was for James to resist me. His hands were in his pockets, he chewed on his lip compulsively, and he seemed unable to look in my eyes. 'Are you feeling alright?' he asked.

'Yeah. The only thing is, I was so horny I could barely stand it. Before you opened that door I was ready to go insane with desire. But....'

'But now you aren't?' James seemed disappointed.

I put my hands behind my back, pretending to stretch so I could thrust my chest into his view. If I stood on my tip toes I could've brushed his check with my rock-hard nipples. 'Don't get me wrong. I want it more than I ever have in my life. At least now I seem to be able to control myself.'

'You're so amazing, hun...but are you sure you can't shrink back to your normal height? You should.'

I'd been with James long enough to know that he was only concerned for my welfare, but I shook my head. 'I doubt I could, and I wouldn't want to anyway.' I was getting tired of talking. My body was starting to ache for attention again. I eyed James as sternly as I could. 'Enough. You need to make me feel good. Right now. If you won't do it willingly, I might have to force you.'

He pretended to cower in fear. 'You wouldn't actually hurt me, would you?'

'Relax, James. As long as you do exactly what I say, you won't be in any danger.' I was really starting to warm to my new role as the dominate member of our relationship. James had always towered over me, and although I never minded being small and safe in his arms, being larger than him made me feel powerful. And that was something that I?d never been able to experience my entire life. Yes, I would enjoy this.

James looked eager, but unsure of what he should do. He was so cute! But by now I couldn?t stand to wait any longer. ?I told you what you were going to do. It?s time you got started.? With that I placed my hand behind his head and gently but firmly pulled his face into my bosom. ?You?re a smart guy James. You know what to do.?

He opened his mouth and latched onto my nipple, almost the size of a thumb and incredibly sensitive. His hands explored the vast expanse of my chest, starting at my shoulders and moving along the outer edges of my breasts, squeezing and rolling my flesh between his fingers. It was an explosion of pleasure, infinitely more powerful than what I had experienced by myself before. I roared in a deep, throaty voice, and stroked my fingers through his hair. He lifted a great handful of my breasts and let them fall again. We both enjoyed the way they bounced, him because the sight made him want me all the more, me because with each little jiggle I could feel jolts of electric bliss shooting through my entire body.

James worked his way down my tight stomach, kissing and licking the whole way, and finally let one finger trace the fringes of my dripping pussy. I smiled seductively, and sat down on the counter to give him better access. I pushed myself backward into the mirror, but before I could even get situated James was on me again. Normally my man likes to take his time, but now he seemed driven, hungry to taste the juices of my nether regions. He lifted my creamy thighs onto his shoulders and dove into me, nibbling on the pink outer folds of my vagina with quick, jerking movements of his neck. Eagerly, he parted my lips and licked me from top to bottom. I nearly lost it right there. I think James had always worried about hurting me when I was small, but with my size there was no chance of that happening, and he was taking full advantage of his new freedom.

His hands were busy rubbing my inner thighs, but that was merely the undersong of the true symphony. His tongue was lapping the edges of my pussy, occasionally darting in to tease my engorged clitoris. My heart raced, and I found myself unable to focus my thoughts. My eyes closed. The only thing that mattered was the unimaginable pleasure I was feeling. I involuntarily grasped my breasts, caressing them as fast as I could, pausing only to pinch my nipples. James was sticking his tongue deep into my vagina ? shallowly at first, but with every twisting movement he reached further and further inside me. Suddenly, he we pulled away. For an instant I found myself dazed at the lack of stimulation. Before I had time to voice my complaints, however, James shoved three fingers inside me, and began thrusting them back and forth with the practiced rhythm of a man who knew exactly how to please me. I loved the kinky, wet sound his fingers made with each repetition. And again, every time he shoved his fingers inside me, he went just a little deeper than he had the previous time.

Carefully, James leaned in and positioned his teeth behind my dime-sized clitoris. Slowly at first he began to lick, pressing my button against his two front teeth. Somewhere in the fog of ecstasy I was floating in I recognized this. It was his finishing move, and whenever he used it he never failed to get me off. This time was no different. I could feel my orgasm approaching, gaining momentum every second. All of the expert ways in which James was manipulating me dissolved together and became one white hot ball of pleasure. I came. I came forever, the walls of my pussy squeezing my lover?s finger as though trying to milk every last ounce of bliss from them. My voice split the air, echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom. Finally my senses started to come around, though I still felt drunk with the evaporating sense of euphoria.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that the room had changed again. James seemed much larger, and he looked at me, trying to hide his amusement. ?What?s?what happened?? I stammered.

?You?re shrinking. I noticed it while I was?you know. I didn?t want to bother you until we were finished, though. You were excellent, by the way,? he said. He wiped his lips, licking my essence from his fingers. ?Even more delicious than usual.?

Ordinarily I would have laughed, but the revelation that I was going to lose my size, my power, was so terrible that I felt tears coming to my eyes. He understood immediately, and hugged me tenderly. I could feel myself getting smaller against him. We stayed together like that for a long time, him holding me while I dwindled away, as I struggling not to cry. My legs receding back along his hips, the cold countertop sliding beneath my rear, and his arms getting bigger around me all the while. Eventually he stood up. ?I think it?s stopped.?



I felt so small and helpless now. It was a small consolation that, although I?d lost every inch of height that I?d gained, at least my other improvements hadn?t gone anywhere. I examined myself in the mirror with sad eyes. It took me a moment to convince myself that the bombshell I saw there was still me. My breasts were enormous, soft enough to yield to the touch, but nearly firm enough to support themselves without a bra. My face was completely flawless, as though it had been sculpted from a solid block of marble by some long-dead Greek artisan. My abs were toned, as were my arms and legs ? just enough muscle to complement my figure, and not an ounce more. My smooth thighs drew the eye involuntarily to my perfect heart-shaped ass.

By the time I?d finished my appraisal, I was content not to dwell on my loss of size. I looked at James, who was still busy with his own examination of my body. I cleared my throat. He was even good enough to look embarrassed. ??sorry about that,? he said.

?Don?t worry about it, I understand.?

?Now that we aren?t so busy, any chance you could explain what just happened?? he asked.

I filled him in on what had happened: the overheard conversation, my wish, the mysterious vial, the electricity, and my growth. He listened silently, looking up at the ceiling the whole time. When I?d finished, he continued to stare off into space for a bit, then finally turned to look me in the eye.

?First off, I don?t have an excuse for what was said in the basement, Taya. I won?t even try to defend myself on that score.? He paused, agonizing over what to say next. ?But now we have a problem ? I waited too long to tell you I love you, and now you?ll never believe me. I?ve been tossing it around in my mind for weeks now, trying to work up the courage to tell you. If only I?d moved a little faster?ahh well.?

My heart was fluttering in my chest like a wounded bird. ?Why do you think I wouldn?t believe you??

He laughed bitterly, laughing at himself. ?Because right now any guy would tell you that. Look at you. I can?t even rate you a ten, because I?ve used that rating before and the girls I applied it to didn?t even come close to being in your league. There isn?t a man alive who wouldn?t tell you anything you wanted to hear.?

?That isn?t true. A lot of men don?t like girls,? I teased him, trying to lighten the mood.

He ignored my poor attempt at humor. ?The reasons I?m in love with you?all the things we have in common, for one thing. But there are a hundred little things about you ? the way you scratch your leg with your toenail, or the way you swear at the television and then later apologize. And things I can?t even put into words, like the way a room gets warmer when you enter. None of those things matter anymore, because whatever I say, you?ll always wonder if I?m really only interested in your more?obvious qualities.?

?James ? let me talk,? I shouted, overriding his objection. ?I know you, James. I know more about you than you think. But most importantly, I know you don?t lie. Not even to save your own life. I believe you James, and I love you too.?

I dove into his arms, and he clutched me as though afraid I?d run away if he ever let go. We kissed, and within that kiss there was a clear aura of truth, so palpable that I felt if I opened my eyes I might see it. When at last our lips parted, his face had brightened noticeably, but it looked as he still had more to say. ?Taya?I?m glad, more than I can ever say. There?s something else though. About what you told me, about your wish. I?? he struggled.

?Go on,? I urged curiously.

?Well?that potion you drank made you more attractive, and that was part of your wish. But you also said?that you wished I could DM your life.? He smiled wryly, letting me ponder this.

Before, I?d been completely out of control, consumed by the desire to pleasure myself. He?d told me I could control myself and although it hadn?t reduced the fire that had burned inside me in the slightest, I WAS able to being myself under control. And later, he?d suggested that I should return to my original size. That had happened as well. ?Well, maybe we should test this,? I told him finally.

?You aren?t upset that I might be able to do anything I want to you??

?If somebody had to have control over me, I would choose you without even having to think about it. Get on with it, James.?

He nodded, and closed his eyes. He relaxed for a moment, then scrunched his brows together in concentration. At last he looked at me. ?Anything??

I checked myself carefully, finding nothing different. ?I was imagining your breasts getting bigger, if that makes it easier,? he said.

I crossed my arms and peered up at him strictly. ?You really think THESE need to get any bigger?? I pushed my boobs together to emphasize my point.

He laughed heartily. ?It was the first thing that popped into my head. I was only testing after all.? James frowned, and scratched his cheek. ?Thought doesn?t work. Maybe if I say it out-loud.? He walked around me, considering me from every angle. Suddenly he stopped, and pointed one finger at me. ?Shrink!? he commanded.

?JAMES!? I gasped, outraged.

?Testing, remember?? He shrugged. ?How about it??

I waited, praying it was a false alarm. ?Nothing,? I said after a few moments. ?And listen ? no making me any smaller than I already am. Not even if you?re just testing!? I fixed him with the evil eye.

He kissed me on the nose. ?I?m sorry, I won?t try that again.? He paced around the room, mumbling to himself, stopping once in awhile to look at me. I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, trying to be patient. Goosebumps were breaking out along my arms. I realized I was shivering. I wasn?t wearing any pants, after all, I told myself. And the bathroom was a bit drafty. I bent to retrieve my clothes from the floor.

?No!? James exclaimed.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. ?Oh-god-what!?? I yelled.

?I think I have it figured out, and I wouldn?t want you ruining your outfit if it works. Maybe you should take your shirt off, too.? I glared at him, but he only smiled ? a strange smile. ?Suit yourself.?

?You seem pretty sure of yourself this time.?

?I was thinking?you wished that I would have control over you. Specifically, you said you wished I would be your DM. Both times I caused something to happen to you, I was talking in the second person.? I looked at him blankly. ?Like a DM talks to their players, you know. ?You enter the dark cave of the Underworld.??

?It seems like a good hypothesis. Want to go ahead and try it out?? I asked him eagerly.

His face positively glowed. ?I?d love to.? He stood back, studying my features again. I wasn?t sure if he was being scientific or just ogling me anymore. ?You feel yourself begin to grow.?

His words hit me like a bullet from a gun. Before I even had time to consider whether it would work or not, the same electricity as before was on me again. For the first instant my skin crawled, as if trying to flinch away from itself. But soon enough I could feel myself exalting as every cell in my body accepted the energy coursing through me. It was as if, at a primitive level, my entire system had learned that this was beneficial, and to allow it to happen. This time the current was more focused. In my mind I could picture it as a whip, sharp and fast, whereas before it had been like a dull blade. Whatever else might have changed, the effect was still the same. My hands seemed possessed by some strange force, compelling me to run my middle fingernail up from my inner thigh and along my hips, finally coming to rest on the taut surface of my ass. My other hand, meanwhile, was clamped over my mouth. I could feel the warm, wet air of my ragged breathing, my palm becoming hot and then cold as I gasped for air, droplets of moisture condensing on my hand.

Somewhere within my erotic trance I remembered what was supposed to be happening to me. I cast my eyes around the room, looking for a point of reference, and caught sight of James. He was learning against the closed bathroom door, a look of self-satisfaction on his face. And just as I?d hoped, he looked as though he was rapidly getting smaller. I couldn?t bring myself to look anywhere other than into his eyes as I swelled ever larger. My shirt was getting tighter. I struggled to remove it, but James stepped forward. He placed his hand on mine where it lay at the buttons, and mouthed one word: ?No.?

I nodded in agreement.

I foggily wondered just how tall James had willed me to grow. The soft carpet was moving beneath my feet, my toes covering more ground with each heartbeat. Now I was the same height as I?d been earlier, James? head even with my nose, but I continued to expand. My shirt clung to me, pushing my breasts together as it stained to hold on. The buttons began to pop, one by one, until the shirt hung open, the edges just barely covering my nipples. I enlarged still further and the fabric gradually receded, leaving my chest completely bare. James raised his eyebrows in appreciation. My arms ripped through what was left of the shirt, leaving me in tatters.

Abruptly, my growth stopped and my mind cleared. I beheld James, looking dwarf-like where he stood at my feet. ?James,? I teased, drawing the word out like a catcall. ?Did you really want me this big??

He winked. ?I wanted to see you burst out of that shirt. But now that I see how beautiful you are at that height, I?m glad I did it.?

My cheeks warmed. ?Glad to hear it,? I told him matter-of-factly, removing what was left of my outfit. The instant I?d finished, I bent over and scooped him into my arms. He looked a bit startled, but any objections he might have had were quickly silenced as I turned my head and planted a very serious kiss upon his lips. It was sloppy and wet, our dignity yielding to our need for each other. One of his hands clutched my neck, half an expression of love and half in fear that I might drop him. James was still quite heavy even with the new strength afforded to me by my growth. I grabbed a handful of his behind, squeezing and pinching it between my fingers, and wondered if maybe I could stand to be a little bigger, a little stronger. An idea was forming in the back of my mind.



I took two steps and deposited my little lover on the counter. I broke our kiss for a fraction of a second to grasp his t-shirt and lift it over his head. Then I was back on him, as though his saliva was Turkish Delight and I would die without it. I lay on top of him, allowing a good amount of my weight to rest upon him, playfully emphasizing the power that I had over him. I was careful not to hurt him though, and it seemed as if my display only made James more enamored with me.

?You know, I never thanked you for before. For the best orgasm of my life,? I whispered, pausing every few words to suck on his earlobe. James could only moan in response. I moved unto his checks, avoiding his mouth and foiling any attempts he made to continue our kiss. After I?d finished kissing every inch of his face, I turned my attention to his shoulders, then over to his muscular chest, then down to his stomach. My breasts led the way as I slid lower and lower down his body, massaging each area before I arrived. I could feel his member twitching with anticipation through his jeans. Finally I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, moving excruciatingly slow. All the while I gave James my best seductive expression, my tongue wetting my lips just as gradually as my hands relieved him of his remaining clothing. Once we were both naked, I placed my hands on his ankles, dropping to my knees, our eyes level. I rubbed his legs, crawling my way upward towards his throbbing manhood. As my hands raised, I stood up along with them at the same rate. It must have seemed to James that I was growing all over again.

An eternity seemed to pass before I reached my destination, and engulfed his cock in my hand. He gasped, as much with relief as with pleasure. I pumped his shaft, my pace accelerating only slightly. James was fairly big, maybe just a hair over seven inches. At my previous height he?d been downright scary, but now he looked to be the perfect size for me. For a moment I hung with indecision, unsure of whether to do what I was thinking. I craved to feel his length inside me, my pussy was absolutely drenched. No matter the outcome, my actions would mean that I?d have to wait longer. But I forced myself to go ahead with my plan. I took the head of his penis into my mouth, and licked the tip once like a lollypop. Then I gave him one last tug, stood up, towering over him, and put my hands behind my back.

?Mmm?argh!? James said, caught completely by surprise. ?What?re you doing!??

I smiled down at him, rubbing my thighs together. ?You know, you WERE pretty good before, but I don?t think I should be giving away my services for free. After all, a girl who?s ?better than a ten? needs a little something to catch her interest.?

James looked betrayed. His mouth hung open, his eyes disbelieving. He sighed mournfully. ?What are you after??

?One word, my dear: more. I want to be taller, bustier, curvier. And if you ever want me to make you feel good again, you?ll give me what I want.? I ran my fingertip along his member and flicked it downward, amused by the way it bounced, then stepped back again. ?I wouldn?t want to have to do anything you wouldn?t like.?

James was in a state of inarticulate rage, but suddenly he paused. His head cocked sideways, peering at me. ?You know?I could just as easily shrink you back to your old height. Or even smaller. And there wouldn?t be too much you could do about it.?

I kissed him on the forehead, leaving my face close to his. ?I know James. Call it?role playing. I?ll be your giant growing girl friend, you?ll be the man who?ll do anything I say if I please you. I won?t actually hurt you. Besides, I know you love seeing me get bigger.?

?You scared me. For a minute I wasn?t sure if you were kidding,? he said, and pecked me on the lips.

?Don?t get me wrong. I?d never hurt you, or leave you hanging like that,? I told him seriously. ?But I meant everything else. I want, I need more.? I recognized the crazed sound in my voice. This whole process might addictive, I mused. Or maybe I was just a child with a new toy, eager to play with it as much as I could. After spending my entire life as a short, ignorable girl, I was enjoying being so large and powerful. That was it, I was sure. The overwhelming sexuality it bestowed on me was just a bonus. ?James, please. Don?t make me wait any longer.?

He smiled wickedly. ?This should be interesting.? He cleared his throat. ?For the next fifteen minutes, jism makes you grow. Only mine!? he added quickly. ?And only if you swallow it.? James knew I had an almost pathological aversion to swallowing his cum. Pre-cum was different ? it was less salty, had a different texture. But no matter how much I wanted to overcome my fear, I always pulled away when I heard his final grunts before climaxing. He wanted to see which was stronger: my phobia or my compulsion.

It wasn?t a contest. I dropped to my knees almost as soon as he?d finished speaking and planted several kisses on his inner thigh. Meanwhile I rubbed his chest, and watched his head loll back as he enjoyed my attention. His cock expanded slowly, stretched out and finally stood erect. Foreshadowing, I thought. I?d be doing the same soon enough. I folded my hands together as though praying, then, keeping my fingers interlocked, inserted his dick into the space created between my thumbs and palms. I squeezed ever so gently, and began to steadily stroke him, sucking his head into my mouth for a brief instant with every repetition. His muscles clenched, his eyes glazed over. He moaned constantly, a drone that became louder each time I enveloped him in my lips.

I tasted the pungent flavor of his pre-cum at last, and I redoubled my efforts. Even the trace amounts he was releasing were having their effects. His cock was almost unperceivably smaller in my hands than when I?d started. This time when I took his dick into my mouth I left it there, swirling my tongue around as quickly as I could, searching for the tiniest amounts of his wonderful elixir. Without warning I withdrew my hands and swallowed his entire manhood. I nearly gagged ? I still wasn?t quite large enough to do that. But I continued bobbing my head up and down, gradually getting more and more of him inside.

I leaned learned backward and took him out of my mouth. Then I took hold of my tremendous breasts and placed his tool between them. I caressed his length in that warm space, squeezing my bosom together with my hands. ?James, tell me that you love me,? I moaned.

?I love you!? he gasped. I licked his tip in response, and pressed a little more firmly with my bosom.

?Again,? I commanded.

?I love you!? I squeezed a little harder, and hefted my tits up and down rhythmically. I made another harvesting lick, felt myself expand a little more. His cock was becoming lost in my vast cleavage.

?Tell me how you feel.?

?Oh god Taya, so good. And the better it is, the more you grow.? I sucked him off greedily. Another surge.

?And you like it when I grow, don?t you??

?Yess. You?re so huge, so powerful. The bigger you get, the more I want you.? He was almost wild with ecstasy now.

?James, come for me.? I dropped my breasts, freeing my hands. One cupped his balls, while the other shot straight into my sopping cunt. I tried to take in his entire length again, succeeded this time. My tongue whirled around his cock, and just when I thought he could stand no more, I pursed my lips and hummed as hard as I could.

That was all he could take. ?Taya!? he groaned as he shot his load straight down my throat. I held him in place, not wanting even a drop to escape me. He pulsated over and over, each movement giving me more delicious cum. And with each gulp I could feel him getting smaller in my mouth. Finally he collapsed, spent.

I stood up carefully. My heart leaped with excitement as I surveyed the room, trying to guess how much taller I?d grown. My eyes were even with the top of the doorframe. The ceiling was close above my head. I did some quick math ? that meant I was a little over eight feet tall, a full foot taller than before. I was awestruck. James was sitting up, his expression a bit giddy. ?You like?? he asked.

?Mmm-hmm,? I nodded. ?Mind standing up so we can compare heights??

He got to his feet and positioned his back against my stomach. He looked up at me, my face far above him, and made sure he was standing up straight. The top of his head was more than six inches below my collar bone. I completely overshadowed him now, but the same thought still nagged at my mind ? it wasn?t enough.

?James, how long did it take me to get you off?? I asked, my words as sweet as candy.

He turned, pretended to think while he checked out my rack. I realized he?d have to stand on his toes to suck on my tits, and had to fight not to laugh out loud. He craned his neck upwards to look me in the eye. ?I wasn?t in the best position to keep time. But you were fast. Couldn?t have been much more than five minutes.?

I frowned. ?Well then, we?ll have to hurry. Because you?re going to give me more.?




?MORE? Aren?t you big enough already?? I caught a strange tone is his voice, and perceived that he was playing devil?s advocate. He wanted me to grow almost as much as I did; any arguments he might raise against it would just be part of our game. ?One more spurt like that and you won?t be able to stand up straight anywhere in the house.?

If he could act, I could too. I knelt in front of him, making us almost exactly the same height. My hands rested tightly on his shoulders, and I spoke to him in a cold, serious voice. ?Then I?ll bend over. Or we?ll go outside. Make no mistake, little James. I want to be bigger, and you?re going to give me what I want.?

His eyes shifted nervously. ?Okay?but you pretty much wiped me out with that blowjob a minute ago. I probably won?t be ready for another round for awhile.?

?Oh yes, you will be.? I lifted myself to my full height and turned, opening the cabinet. I searched for a moment before I found the small plastic container I was looking for. A bottle of tanning lotion. Unlike suntan lotion, it wasn?t white and creamy. It was thick, like cooking oil, and had a warm coconut smell. I handed it to James. ?I want you to rub this all over my entire body. Every inch. Except,? I added ?my breasts and my vagina. You aren?t allowed to touch them at all, in fact. And you aren?t allowed to stand on anything. If you break any of the rules, there will be?a penalty. Oh and James ? I mean now.?

He had unscrewed the cap while I?d been speaking, and my words hadn?t finished echoing off the linoleum before he?d started massaging my legs with lotion. He worked quickly, dropping briefly to oil my feet before moving on to my calves and thighs. Instead of filling his palms with lotion, his strategy was to squirt the material directly on my skin and to rub it in before it had time to seep down my body. I had to admit it was probably faster that way, and the cold feeling it left followed immediately by the warmth of James? hands was quite pleasing. He worked slowly around my crotch, sacrificing speed for accuracy. He didn?t know what I meant by ?a penalty,? and I doubt he wanted to find out. His touch was really getting me worked up though, and for a moment I was sorry I gave him all those restrictions.

Having past the first hurdle, he continued to my hips and up my stomach. Higher and higher he rose, my skin glistening where he passed. But then he reached the next puzzle. My breasts rested against my chest at one point, making it impossible to massage there without breaking the rules. ?I don?t suppose you?d lift them for me, would you?? he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

?What do you think??

?Hmm,? he thought for a moment. ?I can?t stand on anything, or touch your naughty parts. And time is a factor. Those are the only rules, right??

I nodded, sensing a trap.

He squirted lotion on his fingers, and licked his lips. He reminded me of Indiana Jones, hefting a sandbag before attempting to steal a priceless artifact. Suddenly he reached way up and, his hand in my armpit, tickled me furiously. Instinctively I pulled back, my chest heaving, and giggled. In a flash he rubbed me in the space I?d exposed, and darted to safety before I was able to recover. I forced myself to glare at him, barely able to contain my mirth. ?Well played.?

?One does one?s best,? he said, now concentrating on my sides. He spent a disproportionate amount of time kneading the oil into my butt checks. As much as I enjoyed the attention, I knew time was running out. I estimated I only had six minutes to get James off before his cum would lose its power, but I understood that this wasn?t something I could hurry. It never occurred to me that James could make me grow by just speaking a few words ? I was completely absorbed in the game.

James covered my back in a matter of moments, then walked around to get my neck and shoulders. He stood on his tip toes, his shoulder millimeters from my bosom. Lord, I was tempted to move forward an imperceptible amount and tag him, but as it turns out it wasn?t necessary. The haphazardly way James had been spraying the slippery lotion around finally caught up with him. A small puddle had formed at his feet, and the way he was balancing it had only been a matter of time. He fell, his face crashing into my rack. I caught him, pressing his cheek into my right tit. He looked up at me, eyes wide. ?You lose,? I told him, my voice filled with doom.

He froze, terrified. I took the bottle from his hands. ?But you made a valiant effort, little guy. So I won?t be too harsh.? I smiled, watched him sigh with relief. Purposefully, I turned the container upside down over my chest, and squeezed. Lotion dribbled all over my breasts. The way it splattered was almost hypnotic. I discarded the nearly empty flask, and beheld James again. ?Rub,? I told him.

He obeyed, smearing the oil evenly across my boobs, each one easily larger than his head. I smiled down at him like a benevolent God, getting wetter by the second. Something brushed against my leg ? he was hard again. Four minutes, I thought to myself.

I moved to the center of the room to sit down on the floor, my legs spread apart, and beckoned James over to me. He stood before me, the perfect height for what I had planned. My hands caressed his ass, then gently took hold of his hips. I licked his member softly, like a cat. He grunted, and gripped the back of my head. I took him into my mouth and sucked hard, then pumped him in and out. Faster and faster I went, the seconds ticking away. I was expanding again, slowly. But I needed the powerful, explosive growth that his orgasm would bring me.

I could feel it building within him, his every muscle betraying his eventual release. Desperately, I opened my mouth, the head of his dick pressed against the back of my throat. My tongue snaked out and pressed against his balls, spreading hot saliva over his testicles. That pushed him over the edge. His sweet nectar trickled into my mouth. I gulped it down, each drop making me feel bigger, stronger. My feet hit the door, but still I continued to grow, my knees bending. Finally I was satisfied that James had no more to give, and I released him. He dropped into my lap, utterly drained and barely conscious. I hugged him tightly, felt his heart beating wildly. He seemed to be no larger than a three year old child now. A great fire seemed to be burning within my loins, but it was obvious that James was in no state to satisfy me.

The room stank of palm trees and sex. The oily substance that covered my body from the neck down was beginning to bother me. I carefully rolled my man onto the floor, placing a towel beneath his head for him to use as a pillow and draping another over his naked form as a blanket. I then stood up, a little too quickly, banging my head against the ceiling. I winced, and surveyed the damaged. Everything seemed alright with me, but the plaster was cracked where I had been. I pulled back the shower curtain and climbed inside the tub. If I sat with my back against the wall opposite the faucet and my knees pressed against my chest I could just barely fit inside. I leaned forward and twisted the nozzle. Cold water cascaded down onto me. I flinched violently, but soon enough it began to warm, and I relaxed. I began scraping the lotion off with my fingernails, making slow progress.

Outside James was stirring. I pulled the curtain back a little so I could check on him. He?d managed to prop himself up on his elbow, and he was looking back at me with unfocused eyes. ?How you doing, baby?? I asked.

?I?m pretty great, just tired. How tall are you??

?Not sure. Maybe a little more than nine feet, give or take.? I was still full of energy. The sense of discovery I felt with each change of my body was so exciting that it drowned out any fatigue I might have. And that fact that with each growth came a wave of overpowering sexuality didn?t hurt either. I was still fighting to control my urges even now.

James understood. He could see the glazed look on my face, could smell the fresh juices flowing from my vagina, so strong that I could imagine it was the source of the thick fog spreading through the room. He sighed regretfully. ?I?m sorry Taya, but I can?t do it anymore. You?ve wrung me dry. I?ll probably need a day to recover after this.?

I knew he was right. For him to be able to continue after what he?d been through would have been a super human feat of endurance. Of course, I could satisfy myself with my own fingers, but with James looking on in disappointment at his own failings, the idea seemed profane.

I was about to accept his apology when I noticed James was staring at the ceiling again, lost in thought. With a great deal of effort he got to his feet. His eyes were deep, limpid pools. ?Before, I told you I loved you but had no way to prove it. I think I have a way now. Taya, any power I have over you, you now have over me.?

The steam around us seemed to light with a thousand tiny, swirling stars. I thought I heard a great bell ringing somewhere off in the distance. The effect faded, and we looked at each other in silence, the only sound the water splashing off my skin.



At last, James spoke. ?Wow, I didn?t think that would work.?

?Why did you do that?? I asked him, my eyes wide. I was awed by this gift. When I had wished for him to have total power over me, I wasn?t conscious of what I was doing. James had made a decision with full understanding of what it meant.

?Don?t you see? We?d never be able to have a relationship if one of us could so easily dominate the other. It has to be the union of equals. And now, we?re equal.?

What he said made such perfect sense I completely lost the will to argue. ?What now?? I wondered out loud.

?Let?s set some ground rules, I guess. We can do a lot of awful things to each other if we wanted. But it?d be like the Cold War ? Mutually Assured Destruction.? James was a bit of a history buff. He was so cute when he used obscure metaphors like that.

It seemed to me I could find a more accurate comparison, though. The situation we were in was like Love. When people let their defenses down and allow another to truly know them, they run the risk of being hurt. But if the loved one they have chosen is worthy of the trust they give, wonderful things can happen as well. I shook my head violently. That thought had been so sappy I?d almost retched.

James scratched his chin. ?First rule: I know it would be a lot more convenient for you to shrink me instead of growing. You could have fun with a tiny person and still be able to fit in a house designed for human beings. But please don?t. I wouldn?t like that at all. Maybe it?s a guy thing, but the idea of being too small seems just?wrong.?

?I understand. And I wouldn?t like you getting smaller anyway,? I said. ?I want to feel more powerful than a big strong man, not some tiny little weakling.? I pointed at him sharply. ?The same goes for you. I know I can?t stay this height forever, but don?t change me back to normal until I tell you to, got it?? A bit more assertive than I usually was, I thought. Who could blame me? ?I have a rule, too. No influencing each other?s minds. If we got into an argument and that was an option?.?

?No magic lobotomies, check,? he said. ?Probably for the best.?

?That one is going to be hard. If I slipped and said ?you?re stupid? or something?.? I realized what I?d done and gasped, putting my hand over my mouth. ?Sorry!?

He chuckled. ?Don?t worry, you have to actually mean for what you?re saying to happen. I found that out earlier.?

I reached over and turned the shower off. He handed me a towel, wincing in pain as he bent over. Poor guy. I?d have to do something about that. ?Let me try this out.? I thought for a moment, choosing my words carefully. ?You feel refreshed.?

Immediately I could see the effect my words had. James stood up straighter, the weariness leaving his body. He grinned, and bowed with a comical flourish of his hands. ?Thank you, my dear.?

?Don?t mention it,? I told him. Gripping the side of the bathtub, I raised myself into an awkward crouch and began drying myself off.

James noticed the difficulty I was having. ?You know, it?d be easier if you let me shrink y??

?Nope,? I interrupted him.

?But??

?Nope.? He continued to study me. ?Stop thinking it.? He shrugged, and passed me another towel. Eventually I was as dry as I was going to get, and I struggled my way out of the tub. ?This place is a little cramped. Mind if we go downstairs?? He nodded, and opened the door for me. I stood up as best I could, and was struck again by how tiny James appeared. I suppressed the urge to play with him and concentrated on the problem at hand. Getting through that door wasn?t going to be easy at my size.

After considering the problem for a moment, I got back down on my hands and knees and crawled through the narrow opening. There was a tense moment when my chest got itself wedged near the hinges, but I took a deep breath and pushed myself forward. The air outside was cold after having been in the steamy bathroom, but I forced myself to habituate to it ? I couldn?t exactly go put on a sweater. I got to my feet, bending so that the base of my neck was pressed against the ceiling, and walked toward the stairs. James followed me like an eager puppy. With each step the house rattled softly. The floor beneath my feet squeaked in protest.

I made my way to the basement steps. Now here was the real challenge. The ceiling was just a little more than six feet tall here. I sat down, feeling ridiculous, and slid down the stairs one at a time on my rear end. I could actually feel the tension in the air as James tried not to laugh at my predicament. Finally I was clear of the steps. Hunched over, I walked further into the room. The ceilings were no higher down here than anywhere else in the house, but it had other advantages. The room was nearly twenty-five feet across and was sparsely furnished. Only a bookshelf, television, table and a few chairs decorated the room. Pop cans and discarded character sheets lay in a few places, but I didn?t need to worry about those.

I lay down, stretching myself out for what felt like the first time in hours. James sat down next to me self-consciously. ?Comfortable?? he asked.

?Very,? I told him, folding my arms behind my head. This resulted in my chest jutting forward, making it appear even more inviting than it had been before. Not an accident. The unappeased desire that came with my last growth hadn?t diminished in the slightest. I must have looked pretty appealing, lying there on the carpeted floor of his basement. Spread out like this, my size was much more obvious. I knew James could get a clear look at all my assets displayed before him. And since neither of us was clothed, I could see the reaction his little soldier was having. ?But maybe there?s something you could do for me. If you really wanted to be?nice.?


End.

[BlazingBarrager]

Wow...that was weird.

[BustArtist]

I liked it !