Audiobook - Honesty's Reward (Complete)

[pseudoclever]

It was mentioned in the introduction that Slumber Party by Sally is a big influence on this story. If there is any one chapter which I could point to as being MOST influenced by it...it would be this one. Enjoy. ^^



14. Little Sis


For a moment it was all I could do to look at them...my two romantic interests, on the same bed. One a head shorter than me. One so large that I couldn't have been much taller than his belly-button. The evening was so ripe with possibilities that I didn't even know where to begin. Especially since my statue depended on my ability to put on a show with Tiffany – or else Anthony would shrink me even smaller than I was. Minus the pressure, I doubt I would have even needed to think about how to handle the tiny girl. With it....

Gazing from Anthony to Tiffany felt like being suspended between the gravity of two massive stars, each pulling me in opposite directions, until I thought I would be torn in two. My desire to dominate. My desired to be dominated. All of it combined to make me feel immobile, unsure of what to do next.

Luckily, Tiffany suffered no such confusion at that moment. She was smaller than me, MUCH smaller than Anthony, and knew exactly what role to play.

The girl put both hand on my shoulders, lifted, rose to her feet. Still on my knees, I found myself looking up at her, my vision filled by her enormous breasts and trim little tummy. I soon got quite a good look at the second of those, when she began to maneuver herself closer. She came to me until, without moving my head, I could have dipped my tongue into the cunning little cleft of her navel.

She sank into my lap, wrapping her legs around me. This position really emphasized our height difference – had Tiffany been the same size as me, my head would have come no higher than her shoulders. Instead I found myself almost even with her, nearly eye to eye. The boost sitting in my lap gave made her a bit higher than me, yes. But not so much that it stopped me from twining my fingers in her silk-blond hair, and with the gentlest pressure bringing her lips down to mine.

This kiss was far more intense than our first had been. Part of this was theater, for Anthony's benefit. I might not have been so avant-garde if the big guy hadn't been watching us. I'm glad he was.

Tiffany and I wrestled back and forth, mouths open, tongues swirling in a dance so complex its steps were impossible to follow. We hugged so tight that it was as though we were two puzzle pieces, with no space wasted between. I could feel the tension of her muscles, the warmth of her little body. And a great deal of that warmth seemed to be concentrated in one place – a tiny sun's worth of heat radiating from that tender spot where her legs came together.

We moaned, sharing breath, never wanting this to end. I raked my nails down her back. She nibbled on my earlobe, whimpering against me, the sexy sound of her pleasure driving me toward the edge. It built, and built...and just before I thought I might die of sensory overload....

I decided I wasn't going to go down this easy. I was big. She was small. And that gave me a totally wicked idea.

I pulled away from the petite girl, somewhat gratified by her groan of frustration, and held her at arm's length. “You know sweetie, you never answered my question.” I began to subtly shift position.

Tiffany didn't have to ask which question I meant. “No, because it's a stupid one.” The shrunken girl's face was flushed, her hair tussled, yet still she was defiant. “Whether I've had some long-awaited existential revelation about size....what does it matter? Right now, I like what we're doing. And that's all.”

She leaned forward, tried to press me into a kiss again. I stopped her with a finger to her lips, and pushed her away. “That's not enough. Because the point is for you, Tiffany Ardeen, to for once admit you were wrong about something.”

Within less than a second her eyes flared anger, faded contrition, then bloomed understanding. But still she resisted. “No,” Tiffany said, flatly crossing her arms. “I tried the shrinking cream on myself because I was curious what it felt like. Then you and Anthony shrank me against my will. I'll go along, I'll even have fun with it. But that's the end.”

“Do you say so?” I leaned back suddenly, changing to a sitting position, legs stretched out in front of me. Tiffany had no time to adjust, and so now she was crouched in my lap, facing me. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her intimately close...then all at once took her in an iron-like grip. “Anthony, could I see the shrinking cream for a minute? You'll like the results, I'm almost sure of it. Pretty please?”

“What! No, you c-can't!” She struggled, trying to escape me. That last dose of potion I'd taken, the one that made me taller, had given me an almost imperceptible increase to my muscle tone. Conversely, the more shrinking potion Tiffany was taking, the weaker it was making her. And of course I had six inches of height on the girl now – equivalent to almost an entire foot if we'd been normal-sized.

None of that accounted for how delightfully easy it was to hold Tiffany in place. It was almost as if she weren't actually trying to get away.

Anthony's titanic form loomed over us, silhouetted in the light from the bedside table. He leaned forward, deposited the jar of cream close by my side, and with the air of an impartial observer returned to his perch at the head of the bed. It was rather obvious, from his smile (among other things) that he was enjoying this. “I suppose you can borrow it, for a little while. Careful she doesn't turn the tables on you with it though,” the giant teased. “You have three minutes left, by the way.”

“It won't take near that long to put her in her place,” I said absently, smirking down at the smaller girl. Without warning I slipped my arm beneath her waist, lifted. Spinning her end-over-end, I managed to flip Tiffany over onto her tummy, straddled across my legs. This would've been near impossible if she'd been putting up a real fight, even if I WAS bigger and stronger. Tiffany was heavy enough that she could've just planted an arm on the bed and held herself in place. But it only took a few seconds to get her face down in my lap, with the generous swell of her bottom front, center, and ready for my attention.

Tiffany kicked. She howled. But I simply pressed, using nothing but the weight of my body to hold her in place as I dipped my finger in the shrinking cream.

“Now now, you've had this coming for a long time Tiffany. Just remember, this will all be over as soon as you can admit you'd rather be my plaything than go back to being your oversized, stuck-up self. Somehow though? I don't think you're going to do that anytime soon. I bet you're going to make me shrink you quite a bit before you're willing to talk. Oh my, what a pity.”

As I spoke I was gently tracing the line between Tiffany's lower back and her defenseless little rear end. I did it first with the tips of my fingers, then with nails. Repeat. This must've felt pretty good, because Tiffany's screams of rage were rapidly turning to moans.

“Are you ready for one very, very well-deserved spanking, my little Tiffany?” I whispered. Without waiting for a reply I painted the rich, slippery cream along the luscious swell of her ass. And then, before it could take effect, I gave her bottom a good, hard slap.

Tiffany let out a delightful little yelp, probably more indignation than pain. I wasn't trying to hurt her, just show her who was boss. And of course give Anthony something to write home about while I was at it. What surprised me, though, was how much I WAS enjoying this. The feel of her ass beneath my hand – how it could be taut and firm, yet at the same time have a pillowy sort of softness, like a tomato is the day before its fully ripe. The way her bottom bounced and rippled each time I struck, then came snapping back with a surprising, almost hypnotic elasticity. The powerful sense of satisfaction of finally being able to do this, to actually spank this amazon bitch into submission.

Then the potion kicked in. And Tiffany, along with that magnificent little tush of hers, once again began to dwindle...shrinking smaller and smaller right there in my lap.

“Why have you been such a bad girl, Tiffany? The way you've treated Anthony and I, for all these months. And now you won't even admit how much you like being tiny! Really, do you think Big Sister Samantha LIKES having to treat you this way, warming your little bottom and shrinking you like this? Well until you learn your lesson missy, I'm just going to have to keep spanking you. And shrinking you. In fact, by the time we're done, I don't know if there's going to be very much left of you at all.” Somewhere in that speech, my voice had ceased to be disciplinarian, had become powerfully, darkly seductive. For her part, Tiffany didn't seem to mind the spanking so much. No sobbing, no crying. Each swat on her tiny bottom brought a full-throated groan of pleasure from the dwindling girl...and robbed her of another half-inch of height.

“SamANtha...STop....” she whined, in a laughably high-pitched voice that was punctuated each time I stuck her. “PleaSE. I-I really don't WAnt to get any smALLer! Stooop!”

Tiffany had started out petite compared to me, had shrunk to about the relative size of a twelve-year old girl. If anything, though, she was more obviously a woman now than when I had begun. I could see the expanding shadow of her bustline, the steady narrowing of her hips, and best of all the rapid dwindling of that defenseless little rear.

“Oh really. You think you're done. You actually think you're small enough, hmm? Because I was just thinking what a BIG girl you are. But your sis knows how to fix that...just you wait. You're going to shrink for me, you bad girl, whether you like it or not.”

I went back for another dollop of cream, painted it along the apple-bottom curve at the base of her derriere. Right cheek first, then left, carefully skipping the dripping little cleft between. Skipping it, despite the fact that it was almost GLOWING with her desire for me to touch it. “Uh-oh, there you go!” I sang, watching gleefully as her body sank in a sudden burst of shrinking. “And can you tell me this, sweetie? If you really hate getting smaller, hate me treating you like the helpless little girl you are, then why, pray tell, are you moaning so loud? And why are you soaking wet down there?”

I let her contemplate that, gave her time to mull it over. All the while that old familiar stream was rising off her in thick columns, and I continued to rain slaps down on her pert, vulnerable little behind. Tiffany was shrinking faster than ever now. No longer big enough to look ready for middle school, she now seemed more like the curviest second-grader in history. If we were standing, my 'little sis' would no longer be tall enough to see over my breasts. And from the way she was trembling and struggling to press her legs together, I don't think there was any way she could deny how much she was loving this much longer.

“Mmm, you've kept me waiting just a little too long, sissy,” I purred. “Guess what that means.” Without waiting for a response, I grabbed more shrinking cream, and deposited a quarter-sized chunk at the base of her spine. “That's right! It means you get even SMALLER! Isn't that just the BEST?”

Until now, the potion had always worked with a certain slow, dignified pace. Place the cream, count to ten. Tiffany's excitement, her rapid heartbeat, and perhaps even her secret desperation to shrink, were enough to change that. In the instant the cream touched her, the tiny girl contracted in my arms. She lost at least three full inches in less than a second – a huge amount to someone already so little. Now she looked REALLY tiny to me, small enough that I was worried that even a light spanking would be too much for her.

I switched instead to pinching. And I was merciless.

Tiffany's squeaks and gasps were music to my ears. She twitched, struggled, legitimately tried to escape from me this time. She had no chance. The girl wasn't much bigger than a four-year old now, just a smidge over half my height, and so far gone with ecstasy that I doubt she would've been able to walk.

“Aww, look how CUTE you're getting, honey,” I cooed, greedily taking a tender bit of her succulent little ass and squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. “Remember, this can be over any time you want, my Tiffany. All you have to do make one eensy...weensy...little confession.”

I paused long enough to give Tiffany a particularly viscous pinch, hard enough to leave a lasting imprint of my fingernails and to bring tears to her eyes. Having taken pain and humiliation as far as I was willing, I decided to change tactics.

Her tiny tushie had bloomed a faintly rosy pink, and looked badly in need of some tender loving care. So when my hand came down again, big enough to cover her entire backside with plenty to spare...and this time it was stroking, caressing her...I can only imagine what a relief it was.

“Come on little one,” I whispered, my voice far kinder now as I rolled my palm over her bottom in small, soothing circles. “Just tell me. Tell yourself. How does it feel knowing I'm so much bigger than you. That I can do this to you so easily, or whatever else I want. And that you're helpless to resist me, no matter how hard you try?”

Tiffany sniffled, her body slowly relaxing, muscles untensing. “It...it feels...ah! Funny. Um...that's all I can think of.”

“Funny...how? Be honest.”

She paused for a long time, breathing shakily as I continued to stroke her behind. “It...tingles,” she said at last, in a tiny mouse's squeak. “Embarrassing, definitely. Hot. And wrong, but in a way it's so wrong, it's almost....”

“Ah. I think I understand.” I was drawing patterns on Tiffany's miniscule little rear end now. Some of the strokes were coming dangerously close to the tiny, glistening button between her legs. “Well let me ask you this sweetie. Do you feel good...right now?”

The miniature girl let out a sharp gasp, shuddering with pleasure as I teased the dew-soaked cusp of her inner thigh. “Yes,” she sighed.

I nodded. “Of course you do. I knew you would, sweetie. And before that. When I was spanking you, and you were dwindling in my arms. Think hard.” The tip of my finger tensed on her delicate little labia, pulled, slowly spread her apart. There was a soft, crinkling sound of wetness, and a louder moan from Tiffany. “How did THAT feel?”

“Good,” she said at once. “Samantha, I think...I think it felt really really good. It was confusing, being treated like that but...yes, it WAS good.”

Perhaps without evening being aware of doing it, Tiffany was spreading her legs for me, squeezing her little chest and midsection against my thigh in an attempt to be as close to me as possible. I could feel her body heat, her tiny weight bearing down on the lowest part of my stomach. It made my insides feel uncomfortably clammy, made me realize that all of this was getting me just as wet as she was.

My thumb was rhythmically pulling on her lips, tugging, releasing. Each time I did this I could feel the trail of her juices thickening, becoming a teeny-tiny torrent. And I could hear how she was breathing faster, and faster. “So let's figure this out, then. If you liked it, Tiffany...if you liked getting smaller. AND you liked me having complete control over you, and treating you like a little girl...what do you think that means? If you can tell me the truth....”

“I love being small!” Tiffany cried, arching her back in ecstasy. Her voice rang out with the force and timbre of an orgasm. “Samantha...I love it! You're so big...and I'm so little! It turns me on so much, and, and what you're doing...please, please I'm begging you, don't tease me anymore! I'll die! You have to...you have to....”

I cut off her pleading. I did it by giving her what she wanted.

My big finger came down upon her center, sank into the very place from which all this sweet-smelling essence was flowing. Tiffany shrieked my name, feeling me pierce the slick tension of her womanhood, circle, stir, caress. I pulled back for a moment, touching her just outside, around the throbbing entrance to her secret place. I spread juices down her thigh, along her still-smarting bottom, both hearing and feeling her sob with frustration. Until the tension had built back...and I could once again break it.

The miniature girl was moaning constantly, thrusting her half-sized body against my finger in a mad desire to have me as deep inside her as she could. I gave in, pressed inside her velvet softness as deep as I could. I barely made it past my first knuckle before I had her filled her to the brim. I pulled out, did it again, and again, gathering speed.

“Oh my God, Samantha, Oh my GOD! Don't stop! Ple-ea-ea-se!”

The next time I thrust inside her, I entered just as far as the dime-sized nubbin of her g-spot. I pushed. Hard. “God! OhmyGodOhmyGodOhGod SAMANTHA!”

Tiffany came. She came so hard that the force of her tiny release pushed my finger out of her. She spasmed in my arms, twitching, gasping for air. And so caught up was I in studying my little treasure, that I never saw it coming.

Something warm touched me on the shoulder. Something thick and creamy, dribbling down my back. The something had the strangely enticing smell of lilacs about it. And before I had time to put two and two together, I felt a powerful tingling beginning to spread out from every place it touched me, and knew I had only seconds before I would be getting a whole lot smaller.

“Excellent show, both of you,” Anthony snickered, from a spot just above my left ear. “Good enough to earn you an encore.”

[qzar9999]

Huh. Very clever, Anthony, I actually didn't see that coming. Very hot chapter, pseudo.

[pseudoclever]

15. Whims


I turned in horror mouth to gape at my gigantic boyfriend. The potion was already taking effect. I could see Anthony subtly growing bigger, watched as my eye level drifted down his body. His betrayal had taken me completely off guard. Now, utterly at his mercy, all I could do was wonder just how small he was about to make me.

?Anthony...w-why?? I asked in a tiny, frightened voice.

He laughed, though not cruelly, and wagged his finger at me. ?Because you were asking for it,? he teased, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ?Okay,? Anthony went on, speaking over my immediate denial. ?Not literally ASKING, but you have to admit that was, like, ARTISTIC timing. Turn about is fair play and all that ? something your 'little sis' would probably appreciate right about now, if she were conscious enough to appreciate anything. Plus, how about this? It wasn't even thirty minutes ago that you told me, straight up, that you have more fun being tiny.?

?I'm ALREADY tiny!? I objected, just as my shrinking kicked into high gear and my head drooped lower in a frightening burst.

Anthony laughed again, whether at my words or my sudden loss of stature I don't know, and began to massage my shoulders. It was my third back rub that day, and the second where the hands touching me were getting bigger. ?Look Sam, we've already played this game. You know, and I know, that you're loving this. So why don't you stop complaining and just enjoy it. You know you wanna.? This last was spoken in a growl as Anthony, breathing hot on my neck, gave my ear a small tug with his teeth.

I couldn't bring myself to argue anymore. Not with the cream slowly stealing inches from my height, turning it to that fragrant steam that by now almost seemed to fill the room. Not with the tingling it brought arcing electric through my body, amplifying even the most common sensations into sheer bliss. And especially not when Anthony was touching me like that...his dinner plate-sized hands drifting from my dwindling shoulders, down my narrowing sides, teasing at my softly swelling breasts.

There was no need to tell him he was right. I simply leaned into his embrace, opened, let him have me as I slowly shrank in his arms.

Moments earlier I'd been almost eye-to-eye with Anthony. Eye-to-eye despite that fact that he was standing, and I was sitting. The bed made the difference, you see. It was so ridiculously tall that, until recently, it had made everything even out. Not anymore. I kept having to look further and further up to meet his gaze. In only a few moments he seemed to tower over me, growing much too fast for comfort. Worse, the sexually spent mini-girl in my lap was beginning to stir, and with each passing second she was looking bigger to me.

?You know Samantha, I think I'm starting to understand this obsession of yours,? Anthony whispered, cupping my breasts and fondling them in earnest now. God, he was going to make me cum right there if he didn't stop that. ?Shrinking I mean. Never mind the positive reinforcement, the pleasure-response cycle you get from it, what with a big person always touching you this way while it happens. There's just something...appealing to it. Getting to surrender your will to someone so much larger than you are. Or in my case, getting to have total control over you...having my tiny little girlfriend subject to my every whim. Oh, speaking of whims.?

Anthony suddenly reached down, wrapped his hand most of the way around Tiffany's little midsection, pushed. The two foot girl rolled off my lap with surprising ease, giving a startled little ?Murff!? as she did that was exactly the noise you'd get if you shoo'd a cat from its favorite chair. A second later she came to a stop, prone, looking up at me. And as if to match her sound, the smile on her face was also perfectly feline. Tiffany had been aware of everything that was happening to me, and knew that her moment of revenge was coming. No matter that she was still barely two thirds my height. Because that fraction was rising rapidly.

Hands slipped beneath me, lifted me, forced me to stand shakily. It was getting hard to focus...everything seemed to come to me through a satin blanket of pleasure. Anthony held me up, one long-fingered hand clasped at my waist while the other continued to patiently stroke me. This world I now found myself in seemed to be made for giants. Its distances and scales were increasing so fast that I wondered if I might faint from the shock. Standing on the bed with Anthony on the floor, he was even with my belly-button...then the base of my ribs...the cusp of my breasts. How small must I be getting?

I was taking this in, trying to do the math, when Tiffany climbed to her feet. To my horror she could once again be described as petite ? though there would need to be a couple verys in there to get the impression right. The smaller girl approached me, eyes wet, growing larger with each step she took. The expression she wore was that of an art galley patron, studying a work she had seen a hundred times, yet of which she could never be tired.

?Anthony,? she whispered, looking up into his face with glittering eyes. ?Do you want some private time with Samantha, or can I play too??

?What do you think?? he asked, his tone neutral.

By now I had shrunk small enough that I could lean back into Anthony, rest my weight on his shoulder without losing balance. One of his hands was tracing a loop around my ear, down my cheek, over the sensitive curve of my neck. The other was doing something much more interesting ? lower down. Anthony had slipped the flat of his hand between my thighs, and the smaller I shrank, the more he was forcing my legs apart.

If there was danger in being presumptuous, Tiffany didn't seem to care. She came to me, hips swaying, stood close. The girl studied me for a moment, watching me dwindle, smirking that old smirk. Thinking hard, she stood on tip-toe, found herself still below chest height to me, frowned. Without warning she set her hands on my shoulders, and pushing, planted her foot as though climbing me like a rock wall. She tried her best to plant her lips on mine, but seemed only able to reach as high as the base of my chin. A moment later her grip failed, and she fell back to the bed, giggling.

?Soon,? she promised.

?Why wait?? Anthony asked, his grin evident in his voice. He reached behind me, and I felt two giant fingers slip along either side of my neck. They spread, slowly. My boyfriend was so huge that he could touch both my shoulders with his middle and index fingers ? on the same hand!

When he withdrew his support, no longer helping me balance, and then pushed...it was too much. I fell forward on my knees. And as I did, the heel of Anthony's hand sank into the honey-thick wetness between my legs. I cried out, my voice so loud that black spots appeared in my vision. Anthony began to draw his hand back and forth through the succulence of my shrinking sex...and I felt like I could've died right there, without a single regret.

Tiffany sauntered over, hands clasped behind her back, grinning a school-girl grin. She bent at the waist, bowing, planted a quick kiss on my lips. Contrasted with the overpowering erotic charge of everything else that was happening, that kiss was so innocent and chaste that I almost laughed out loud.

?My, how the mighty have fallen,? Tiffany bantered, standing back to her full height. ?What was it you said, ahem, Big Sis? About how it was high time I learned my lesson? And how that spanking you gave me was long overdue??

Anthony picked that moment to press himself just a bit harder against my womanhood, as if adding his agreement, and I had to fight hard not to scream. Instead, I made myself smirk up at the girl, and tempted fate. ?Don't get too cocky, short stuff. Unless I miss my guess, the shrinking potion Anthony gave me has already finished. And hmm, looks like I'm still WAY bigger than you. So maybe if you apologize right now, I won't need to remind you what the pecking order is around here.?

Tiffany's eyes shone. ?Oh Samantha, I was hoping you'd say that exact thing.? She craned her neck up to my fifteen-foot boyfriend, gave him a wheedling little smile. ?Anthony, are you going to let her get away with saying something like that? I mean, you said she was asking for it BEFORE? Let me shrink her, pa-lease? I just want to be bigger than her again, for a little while. You'll still be in charge but...come on, let me??

The giant slowly pulled his hand out from between my legs, making me first spasm, then sigh in frustration. ?Tiffany, how is it that in three hours, you've gone from the biggest bitch east of the Mississippi, to so sweet that I feel like I need to see a dentist after I talk to you??

The miniature girl laughed. ?I've suppose I've always had a talent for getting what I want,? she replied, locking eyes with me.

Anthony was already reaching for the jar of cream. ?And if I do make her smaller than you. How are you planning on making it worth my while??

?Um, do I get a say in this?? I asked sheepishly. They both ignored me. Or ignored what I was saying, at any rate. Both Tiffany and Anthony were paying quite a bit of attention to me just then. You've heard of someone undressing you with their eyes? These two were already shrinking me with theirs.

Honestly though? I couldn't have been happier.

[qzar9999]

Hmmm....

You know, I wish I had the cash to commission this as a comic from someone. That'd be something I'd LOVE to see.

[Nom Anor]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Hmmm....

You know, I wish I had the cash to commission this as a comic from someone. That'd be something I'd LOVE to see.

Tell me about it. I've got half a dozen ideas for a comic (starring Nadia and Renne from that script I wrote last year) that are going nowhere due to financial considerations.

I agree, though; this would work great as a comic or image sequence.

Great work on another installment, pseudoclever. I'd be surprised if this doesn't become a modern classic for the community.

[vid]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Hmmm....

You know, I wish I had the cash to commission this as a comic from someone. That'd be something I'd LOVE to see.

Well, if Pseudo were willing (and if you're reading this Pseudo, please let me know what you think), he could pitch it to someone like Dreamtales to publish here.

Or, here: the publisher, J Yubari is always looking for stuff to produce (hope I'm not out of line for suggesting it)

http://www.giantessfan.com/

[pseudoclever]

The short answer is yes, I would love to see this done in comic form. The major issue is not financing - in fact if necessary, I'd pay the right artist a premium to participate a bit more in the creative process.

The problem is first, finding an artist who is familiar with this story and/or finding a way to compress a story of 40k words down to 30 pages. Perhaps more if it were a 3D artist. My dream is to find that first thing, an artist who WANTS to do this story. I tried it once, in a previous GTS story, putting out an ad...and got literally no responses.

If any artist reading this wants to talk about this project, and its premium...PM me.

[pseudoclever]

16. Going Down


Tiffany was pacing around now, studying me close. I half expected the shorter girl to make me open my mouth so she could check my teeth. “Make it worth your while. Do you mean besides getting to see Act Two of 'Shrinking Girls Akimbo?'”

Something warm touched my neck, dribbled down between my breasts. “That's a good start,” Anthony admitted, beginning to work the cream into my chest and stomach with a hand nearly as large as my entire upper body. Instantly the tingling, the steam. “What else you got?”

Tiffany sank to her knees before me, used her tiny hands to help Anthony massage the potion into my already shrinking body. “Well Mr. Spielman, I was thinking that maybe YOU could use a little rub-down after we're finished with Sammie-poo here,” she answered, speaking over my constant moans. “There's a certain part of you that's been noticeably tense since the moment we started. Let me give it a good rub-down. Believe me, there'll be a very, very happy ending in it for you.”

Anthony laughed, his nervousness at the tiny girl's offer plain for just a moment. Then he was back in character. “Do you honestly think you can handle me right now Tiffany? You might not even be two feet tall. That 'certain part' is probably longer than your forearm. I bet you've never been with a guy who was THAT big...have you?” He reached down, swatted her little hands away, began to knead my apple-sized breasts with the cream. “Start on her legs. She's getting too small for the two of us to share her tits – and they're MINE.”

“Chest man, are you?” Tiffany did as he asked, started on my legs. And GOD was she working me up. She stroked in slow curls from my knee to the crest of my inner thigh. Here she'd pause, press, let a wave of pressure build and break inside me...then move on. All the while I could feel myself shrinking, felt her hands growing larger, gaining strength, covering more and more of my little body.

“In answer to your question Anthony, no. I've never been with a man as large as you. As a matter of fact...well, since we're being so honest with each other tonight...I've never been with a man at all.”

I gasped – in surprise, though I was gasping so much that likely neither of them noticed. Anthony only chuckled, said exactly what I would've, if speech were an option for me. “I always suspected that you, ah, batted for the other team, so to speak. Explains why you've always paid so much attention to Samantha. But then, why are you offering to....”

“...give YOU some attention?” she finished, giving me a quick, sharp stroke right through the gooey center of my womanhood. I gasped – again – and felt the sudden burst of shrinking ripple through my body, losing at least two full inches in a heartbeat. But then she was pulling away, and standing.

Tiffany, who was still a bit smaller than me incidentally, stroked her chin. “A hard question, that. Let's say...situations, and substances, and solicitations. Or to be direct about it, I'm hot as hell, in the mood to try things that have always scared me, and if there were anyone I'd want to try them with, it would be you. By the way Anthony, don't let my inexperience worry you. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Besides...Samantha is going to help, won't you dear? Once she recovers from what we're about to do to her, I mean.”

“Samantha?” he asked, his voice a sensuous growl. His giant fingers were touching me again. He was so gentle, teasing my soft places, perfectly accenting the ecstasy it was to shrink. “Are you okay with all of this sweetie? I mean, I know it's our first time and everything. You don't mind if Tiffany is involved, do you?”

English. How the fuck do you speak it? The only word I seemed able to produce was a meaningless screed of m's, u's, and o's.

“I think we can safely assume that means 'yes,'” Tiffany said, dropping once more to her knees. “And LOOK! She's almost as small as me now!”

The potions affects were too powerful...I couldn't think, my eyes could barely focus. I'd taken by far the strongest dose either Tiffany or I had thus far, enough to lose nearly half my height in less than two minutes. Yet the girl's pronouncement that our heights were almost the same...that got through. I watched, a smile of delirious joy on my face, as Tiffany's eyes slowly rose to my level.

Anthony stopped, simply held me. Tiffany smiled, lips pursed, took a knowing grip on my shoulder. Then no one moved, except for me. All three of us watched, held our collective breath, as I continued to shrink smaller and smaller.

In the silence, the comforter dragged against my knees. The bed seemed to grow larger, its edge lift higher from the ground. The drop to the floor was becoming ever more perilous. Anthony's hands stretched against my body – already from waist to armpits, now creeping all the way down to my hip.

But above all of that, Tiffany was growing. And the bigger she seemed, the larger grew the grin on her face. “Going down, Samantha,” she whispered, squeezing me tight.

Tiffany was my height. She held me, pressed me into a kiss that was almost overwhelmingly intense and passionate. Her lips seemed to stretch against mine...and then I was looking up at her. Our kiss ended, but the grin stayed. Seconds ticked by, and that beautiful, sensuous mouth kept rising. At my nose...my eyes...even with my forehead...and still climbing.

“I don't think we're going to be able to tease her much longer,” the giant girl said clinically. As she spoke, her hands were slipping down, over the dwindling curves of my breasts, stroking down my tiny tummy, and beyond. I tracked her progress with a long, full-voiced groan of pleasure. “Can you see how far gone our little Samantha is, Anthony? If we don't get her soon, she might shrink right out of sight! Or worse, cum without us.”

“Good point,” he said, gently easing me on my back. “I suppose you have a lot of experience in going down on other girls? Especially girls that are smaller than you.”

“Mmmhmm,” Tiffany purred, already dropping chest-down to the bed and sliding between my legs. Wriggling forward with that smile on her face, she reminded me of some kind of sexy crocodile.

I felt a giant hand pull me away from her. The hand spun me, and I found myself staring helplessly up at my boyfriend's enormous visage. “Well, too bad. Because I'm taking that honor for myself.”

He bent, briefly slipped one of my tiny feet into his mouth, nibbled. Then, carefully, he spread my legs wider, and edged his way toward the sweltering cleft of my sex. Yes, oh please God yes. I'd been teased, tormented, and played with, all while under a massive dose of serum. I'd never wanted release so badly in my life! And now, at long last, Anthony was going to give it to me.

“It won't work,” the enormous girl said, coming to stand defensively close. “Anthony, she's maybe a smidge over a foot and a half tall, and still shrinking. Your tongue is going to be WAY too big. You might as well try rubbing her with your STOMACH for all the good....”

“Tiffany!” I yelled, my voice shrill with angry desperation. “Shut. The fuck. UP.”

And into her stunned silence, Anthony plunged his tongue.

Let me take a second here to address all the men in the audience. You won't mind the delay, I'm sure. Hey guys. Do you know WHY women say that size doesn't matter? I'm talking about penises now, just to clarify. Okay, time's up. It's because, for women, all the parts that matter are either on the outside, or like, not even an inch from the entrance. So do the math for me, on that second one. An inch for a normal girl is...how much for me?

The answer is, at least in THIS situation, effectively zero.

His tongue was wider than both my hands put together. It was warm, and wet, and oh-so strong. Anthony was so powerful...he could part my little legs with no more than a lick. He opened me wide, pressed, let the velvet edge of his tongue fold, and squeeze inside me. My sensitivity was heightened so much that I could feel each and every little bump as he probed my depths. And I could feel him getting bigger, knew that I was even now shrinking for him.

He knew exactly what I wanted, and when I wanted it. Anthony's hot saliva dribbled down my thighs, between the clenched cheeks of my ass. I was getting soaked...so much of him mixing with my own rushing torrent of juices, running down the lower half of my body. He was being gentle, going slow. But with the buildup the two of them had given me, there was no way I could hold back the rising tide of my orgasm for very long.

Then Tiffany was there, kissing me, muffling my voice as I howled my desire into her. She was an amazon, gradually becoming a giantess again. Her hands squeezed and fondled my breasts as I shrank, lifting them, deviously caressing their edges and undersides. And even through the haze of ecstasy, I could see her watching. Her eyes were locked on Anthony, on his huge tongue. And it was impossible to mistake the look of competitive jealousy she wore.

One final kiss, then the giant girl was rising, rising. She left my view entirely, for just a moment. Then one tree-trunk thigh smashed down to the left of my head. A second landed on my right. I don't think I can describe what I saw next. Nine feet of woman, the most beautiful curvacious blond girl you can imagine, descending bottom-first, completely engulfing me. The shadow of her face, mostly hidden by the succulent orbs of her giant breasts...but foremost, the hot-pink swell of her sex.

Tiffany grabbed a fistful of Anthony's hair for a moment, steadying herself as she got into position. I had an instant to see the contrast, this goddess of a woman so tiny beside my man. But then her thighs came down, and all I could see was darkness.

Her smell was everywhere. Familiar and sweet, acrid and intoxicating. I gave her a tentative little lick, both heard and felt her cry of approval. I did it again, harder, was rewarded with an even great rumble of pleasure from the giantess. Her essence drizzled down my chin and chest, her moans grew louder and louder. And all the while, the colossal tongue inside ME was gaining speed as well, mercilessly wringing every last drop of pleasure from my shrinking little body.

Every sense was filled to the maximum. There was not a single thing in my world other than Tiffany and Anthony, nothing to do but bring and receive this bliss. My orgasm, when it came, was not a building and release of pressure. It was a typhoon, battering the shores of some poor island village with wind and lightning and wave after wave after wave.

It was painful then. I was trapped, could barely breathe, and my exhaustion was such that I couldn't even express that to the giantess that held me pinned. Tiffany was still pressing down on me, trying to encourage me to finish her off. There was just no way – I couldn't even move! And thankfully, within a few seconds she realized that. Then I both saw and felt the miniature little hulk climbing off me, with the assistance of Anthony's finger as a balancing beam. He helped her to her feet, supported her, made her stand.

Tiffany was red-faced, panting, her eyes distant and unfocused. She looked drunk. The kind of drunk where not even the most haphazard party girl would try to drive home. Time to pass out, or call a cab. Yet there was something about her, perhaps the determined set of her jaw, that said she was far from finished.

“Oh...okay,” she husked, swaying, quickly steadying herself. “Time to make good on my promise. Anthony, get up here and get...get naked.”

I thought it was an earthquake, I really did. But of course it was just Anthony climbing up on the bed with us. The force of it was enough to knock Tiffany from her feet. She landed ungracefully, face down.

“Uh-oh Tiffany, looks like I'm ALREADY too much for you,” Anthony teased, poking the tiny little lush on the backside. “Just imagine what'll happen once I take my pants off. Why don't you just take five, get your strength back. We have all night, after all.”

“N-no,” she gritted, pushing herself up on hands and knees. “We don't. As a matter of fact, we have to move quick.” Tiffany gestured toward me. “What your pint-sized little wonder girl just did has me as soaked as I've ever been in my life. I want you inside me Anthony, and if there's any hope of you fitting, I'm going to need every drop of it. We're breaking barriers tonight big guy, and maybe this is the biggest one of all. Now hurry up and strip.”

My boyfriend laughed deeply. “You're not serious. Tiffany, I'm like three times your size! There's no WAY this is going to work!”

She was on her feet again, advancing on him, looking more determined than ever. “Oh ye of little faith. The girls in my particular circle can be fairly aggressive with the things we stick in each other. I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl. Trust me, as long as you aren't hung like a horse, you'll fit.” She frowned, seemed to consider this. “You're not, are you?”

Anthony paused in the midst of unbuckling his belt, grinned at her wickedly. “Well, some sort of farm animal. You'll see. Tiffany, I think for once, you might've bitten off more than you can chew.”

[Nom Anor]

Another great installment.

[QUOTE=English. How the fuck do you speak it? [/QUOTE]

This had me cracking up.

[pseudoclever]

17. The Logistics of Too Much


If there's anything that I've been trying to communicate to you guys in all of this, it's that perspectives are a funny thing. It's so easy to lie to yourself and deny what you really feel, just to fit a comfortable little mold you've made. Tiffany had been doing it. So had I. Even Anthony, always playing the role of good-natured doormat, had discovered a different side to himself that night.

Perspective. We all think what we see is the truth, yet there are so many things that get in the way. Emotional states. Intellectual predispositions. Hell, we can't even trust our EYES most of the time. You've heard of that experiment, with the slanted room? Where because you can't judge distances properly, two people of the same height can seem different, depending on which corner they stand in?

I'm rambling. What, you might ask, does all of this have to do with Anthony taking off his pants?

It might not mean very much to you if I say Anthony had a huge cock. Of COURSE it's huge, you're thinking. The girl saying that is maybe sixteen inches tall. Even if it were pathetically small, his dick would be still be, like, half as long as my leg.

It ah...wasn't pathetic.

I can't really give you a measurement. Let's just say that, had my original plan gone off, and I'd been my normal size when I seduced Anthony – you know, six inches taller than him? Well, I would've been in for a hell of an evening.

“God...damn,” Tiffany whispered, coming to stand between his knees like a priestess approaching an alter. “Anthony, I apologize for ever calling you my 'little' stock boy. You've been holding out on us.”

He laughed, blushing faintly, but from the sudden swelling I could see the praise was going straight to his head. “You can still change your mind Tiffany. As small as you are, this is probably a bad idea. If you can even manage it, I doubt you'll be able to walk for a week.”

The tiny girl shook her head as if in a dream, and took another step closer. “Oh no, no, no. Once I decide to do something, I DON'T back down. We're going through with this, even if it kills me.”

Anthony grinned, making himself comfortable. “Your funeral.”

Tiffany was inches away now, close enough to be bathed in his shadow. She stumbled, caught herself, looked up at the hulking mass of masculinity seated before her. Then hesitantly, almost fearfully, she stroked the tip of his giant member with the back curl of her fingers. It twitched, and instantly puffed up another quarter inch.

The tiny amazon gasped. “Jesus! How much more of you IS there Anthony?”

“Only one way to find out.”

I watched all this. I watched through glazed eyes, lying sprawled on my back. My body felt wrung out like a discarded wash rag. So many doses of cream in a single day...so much self-discovery...so much drama. And then that final, earth-shattering orgasm. I'd reached a state beyond exhaustion. Even the effort to lift my head for a better view was enough to make spots flash before my eyes.

In that moment though, when the two foot girl first touched Anthony's cock, there was a stirring inside. Until then, the only emotion I'd felt at the spectacle had been amused curiosity. But now there was something else, something I recognized immediately.

Raging, possessive jealousy. Don't leave home without it.

Tiffany was gaining confidence now, sensuously kneading the tender flesh just beneath his head. Using both hands, she was just barely able to wrap her fingers all the way around him, and once she did Tiffany began to slowly, deliberately jack him off. Anthony let out a soft, whispering groan, closing his eyes. “For someone who's never done this before, you seem to know what you're doing.”

“Wikipedia,” replied the mini-girl, smirking. “And you ain't seen nothing yet, big boy.”

Locking her thumbs together, Tiffany used them to trace a line around the bottom ridge of his glans. She moved in slow circles, pausing every so often to press or squeeze at a particular point of interest. And all the while she was building speed, pumping him faster, and faster. Anthony's moan was a constant low-pitched rumbling in the pit of my stomach.

The little lady met his eyes, lips pursed seductively while gave him several quick palm strokes down to the base of his shaft. “Can I take it that all my study paid off?”

Anthony nodded at once. He put out one giant finger, gave her butt a little double-tap of encouragement that almost knocked her off her feet. “No complaints here. But I thought you were going to, you know, climb aboard?”

“Oh, I am,” she purred. “I just needed to...harvest something first.” The tiny girl worked back up to his head, giving him a series of tugs and pinches along the way. It seemed to be having the desired effect.

“Harvest?” he asked, suppressing a moan between clenched teeth.

“Harvest,” she agreed, peering down at the head of his cock – at least fist-sized to her perspective, or larger. “And it seems you have quite a crop for me, see?” Tiffany ran her little hands over his tip in slow, sensuous patterns, and when she removed them they glistened wetly. Anthony's pre-cum, I thought. Which by all rights belonged to ME, his girlfriend! What did that little whore want with it?

Anthony might have asked the same question, albeit more politely. But the words died in his throat as she began to caress the thick, syrupy stuff into the sensitive crown of his penis. “Lubricant,” she explained quietly, as the giant bellowed in ecstasy. “If I want to have any chance of getting you inside me, you'll need it. And the more...the better.”

Tiffany continued to spread him around for a moment, long enough for me to begin to smell the heady aroma of sex filling the room. But then abruptly she stopped. Merriment in her eyes she turned, braced herself against his enormous leg, hoisted herself into his lap. Curious, Anthony watched.

Now on her feet again, Tiffany stood balanced on the flat of his stomach. From here she was nearly the same height as my boyfriend, and had she wanted to she could've spun around and kissed him full on the mouth without even having to stand on tip-toe.

But it wasn't his lips she was interested in.

Slowly, careful not to lose her balance, Tiffany lowered herself onto her knees. She crawled forward, tentatively, until her body was pressed against the near vertical shaft of his manhood. Gently, she began to push him down. She wasn't very strong, but it was enough. Using her hands and chest, she managed to force his enormous erection from facing almost ninety degrees toward the ceiling, to pointing straight out in front of him like a crossroads signpost.

Tiffany shimmied forward, let his cock come to rest firmly between her thighs, then slid along him like a gymnast on a pummel horse. Grunting with the exertion, the tiny girl shifted her weight, dropped her feet to the bed.

“There now, Mr. Spielman,” she panted. “Just hold still for me, and I'll give you the ride of your life.”

Anthony's manhood chose that moment to defy her, and gave an involuntary little throb of excitement. His penis bucked like an angry bronco, and slapped into the sweltering cleft of Tiffany's pussy. The miniature girl's eyes widened. She gave a startled little mew of pleasure. Then, knees and resolve both going weak, she fell forward on his shaft and began to grind against him for all she was worth.

“God Anthony, why is this making me so HOT?” she cried, in a voice modulated by the rhythm of her thrusting. She rocked back and forth desperately, sliding the wetness of her tiny little quim along his dick. “I'm not...into...men! I swear I'm not! But I...I've never been this turned on in my LIFE! Anthony, this is...I feel....”

Snorting like a bull, Anthony reached out, grasped her by the shoulders. He steadied her for a moment, then abruptly pushed the little girl down savage hard against his cock. There was a juicy squelching sound, and Tiffany screamed. The two were moving in unison now, gathering speed, speed to match my rapidly increasing heart rate. Jealousy was slowly turning to anger. That should be ME riding him!

Anthony had his hands wrapped all the way around her tiny midsection, fingers tented, cradling her. She was moaning his name over and over, rocking back and forth like some mad carnival ride as tiny rivulets of her essence streamed down his shaft. “Anthony, please...I'm...I'm SO ready! I need...you...IN me! Please, oh God PLEASE!”

He obeyed. Anthony lifted her, as easily as a child lifting his favorite toy, turned her to face him. With her weight removed, his cock immediately sprang to attention again, following the shrunken girl's slit like a dousing rod. Anthony positioned her, then slowly brought her down until she sat perched on the head of his manhood. In that moment, Tiffany looked more like a girl sitting on a barstool than a woman ready to be entered. She looked up at him, dazzled, and I swear to you I saw fear in her eyes.

Yes! I thought triumphantly. This isn't going to work after all!

But then, Anthony reached down. Moving with patient precision, he forced the tiny girl's legs just a bit wider. He turned her slightly, adjusted her angle. Then taking both her little thighs between thumb and forefinger, he pulled. Again there was that soft squishy noise of wetness, the sound of someone stepping on a sponge, and Tiffany shrieked in mingled agony and ecstasy.

For a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then slowly, oh-so slowly, the head of his penis began to disappear inside the miniature girl. And just as slowly, the pain in her voice melted, faded, became a sound of sheer pleasure.

For a long time Anthony continued to pull. And millimeter by millimeter, he slipped inside the two foot girl's quivering little sex. Tiffany could only throw her head back, scream her approval, let herself be filled to capacity by my giant boyfriend. Until finally, after what seemed like an eternity and roughly half his length had found its way inside her, he hit bottom.

There was no thrusting. If Anthony had tried, he would have torn the little bitch in half. Instead he held her, one hand behind her back, the other with its two largest fingers beneath her pert little derriere, and began to lift. His cock gradually slipped back out of her, as the shrunken girl impaled upon it writhed and moaned there in his lap. Then, when I could almost see his tip emerging from between her little thighs, he switched direction. A grimace of controlled delirium on his face, he did it again. And again. Now it seemed to be getting easier, and Tiffany could actually do her part, planting her feet in his lap, lifting and dropping herself upon him.

The pitch of their moans was rising, growing louder, gaining that tell-tale frenzy of impending release. And what I did then, I did without the slightest thought. No more than you would have to think about falling if someone pushed you off a cliff.

I don't remember rolling to my feet. I don't remember sprinting across the bed, toward the unguarded tub of shrinking cream. Nor do I remember reaching into it, grabbing a double handful of the stuff, and whirling to face the tiny slut who was screwing my boyfriend. What I do remember...are his eyes. How he was watching me, smiling at me...and telling me, quite clearly, to do it.

Here's a little relationship advice for you, boys and girls. If you and your significant other can be on the same page with important issues...it makes life so much easier.

[Clickme]

you are at hte moment my favorite nad msot hated writer lol You stop right at the best parts! But I know it'll be so worth the wait! You sure know how ot tease us~

[qzar9999]

While I can't say I'm surprised that Tiff's going to get it again, I can say I'm on the edge of my seat for the next chapter. Masterfully played on Anthony's part; dude is clever.