------- Chapter 1 ------

            Early morning light slanted in through the shutters, falling across my face with a gentle warmth. Outside, I could hear the sounds of nature stirring, birds chirping, and the morning activities of our neighbors as they began their day. Murmuring, I peeled the covers off and slumped up, blinking glumly as I tried to orient myself.

            Not being much of a morning person, I rubbed my eyes and tried to collect my thoughts. Today was the first day of school, and I wasn’t quite used to walking up at this early of an hour yet. In a way, I was excited and mortified at the same time. While a part of me knew that senior year was going to be fun, I still longed for my now fully gone summer vacation. It was back to the grindstone for me.

            I realized that my alarm hadn’t gone off, which seemed odd. With a body accustomed to waking up at the crack of noon, I was surprised that I had stirred this early. What time was it anyways?

            I peeked out of the corner of my eye long enough to catch the red digital display of my clock. 7:12. In a weird way I felt a bit proud of myself for rising this early on my own, yet for a second debated catching a few more minutes of sleep. With what seemed like a herculean amount of willpower, I planted my feet on the ground and stood. The temptation to sleep was strong, but I felt a growing anxiety in my stomach. It was time to get ready, and I wanted to start this school year fresh.

            I opened my eyes for the first time that morning, and was completely dismayed by what I saw. Shock coursed through my system. It was in my same old bedroom, sure, but things were strangely different. Different enough to make me feel vcry uneasy. I’ll try to explain, but it’s just something that words don’t do justice.

            First off, my room was much larger and the ceiling was far higher than I remember.  It must have been over twenty five feet tall. My closet, bed, and other possessions were all my own scale, which overall left a great deal of empty space. It was like I’d woken up in another dimension, one similar to my own but scaled much larger. It was freaky, like something out of the Twilight Zone. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

            Moving over to my dresser, I quickly opened the drawers. Everything was in its rightful place. I quickly threw on some clothes before investigating my desk. Again, nothing too out of the ordinary- it was just how I would have left it. Actually, all the details of the room were perfect, with the one exception of the size. I slowly came to grips with this alternate version of my room.

            I plopped down on my bed and drank it all in. What the hell was going on? Was I on drugs? This was like, some trippy Alice in Wonderland experience. As I struggled to wrap my head around the situation, I heard a thundering noise emanating from the hallway.

            Footsteps, by the sound of it. Big ones. I stared at my doorframe, which was easily three or four times as tall as I was. The door looked huge and ominous, and I spotted a smaller second door cut into the main one, almost like a dog door. The footsteps came closer, booming as bare feet slapped on hardwood floors. I began to feel my chest tighten up with anticipation. If this was a dream, it was a remarkably life-like dream!

            There was a rapping at my door, followed by the high pitch of my mother’s voice.

            “Dean? Time to get ready for school honey.” Thundering footsteps continued on as she went back to her business.

            It seemed as if my heart was going to burst through my chest. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of the situation, because despite the obvious size difference it seemed rather mundane and ordinary. I was afraid I was losing my grip on reality. This new world was surreal, incredibly accurate with the exception of some minor details, and yet I was beginning to suspect that this wasn’t a dream. This was something else, and I wasn’t quite sure yet what to make of it.

            Curiosity got the better of me, and I had to investigate more.

            Tentatively, I made my way to the smaller door, the one that looked like it was built for me. My mind raced, putting the pieces together. If this door was built for me, who was the bigger door for? I was fairly certain I knew the answer, and just wanted to see it with my own eyes.

            Tightly gripping the knob, I tenderly opened my bedroom door and stepped into the vast expanse of the hallway. It was like a canyon to me. Much like my room, all the details were perfect, yet the scale was totally off. Above my head, I noticed a familiar portrait that my mother liked, yet the picture frame was now probably taller than I was. Down at the end of the hallway, I peered into a monstrous bathroom, and noted the countertop to the sink was far above my head.

            Suddenly, the door to my mother’s room flew open, sending a forceful breeze across my body. Titanic feet thundered forward as she made her way towards me.

            “Morning Dean. Are you all ready for some breakfast?” She asked cheerfully, nonchalantly affixing an earring.

            Petrified, I fell to the floor in awe of her. In front of me stood the tallest being I’d ever laid eyes upon, and my suspicions were quickly confirmed.

            The woman was monstrous, nearly twenty feet tall by my estimate, clothed in tight fitting jean capris and light green shirt. Her long blonde hair was done up in a professional looking pony tail, and her big brown eyes blinked awkwardly at me.

            With a look of concern, she took another thunderous step closer to me, her body filling my entire view. “Dean, honey? Are you ok?”

            A tremendous hand came down from on high as my mother reached for me. Scared stiff, I let out a tinny squeak as her fingers wrapped around my chest and she lifted me up into the air.

            As I felt my body go weightless, I couldn’t believe what was happening. This was no dream. My mother’s thumb, easily the size of a summer sausage, pressed into my chest. Her long red painted nails pricked my back and arms as she lifted me up to her eye level. For the first time in my life, I was terrified of her, of what she might be able to do to me at her now much increased size. I instantly regretted any arguments we may have had in the past, and wanted nothing more than for this titanic woman to spare me.

            A second powerful hand wrapped partway around my waist, further securing me. I was sure I was no taller than her knee, and was therefore big enough so that she needed both hands to make sure that I didn’t fall. A giant finger stroked my head as she spoke.

            “What’s the matter baby? Are you hungry?”

            Her steps thudded as she walked towards the bathroom, sending tremors through my body. I gazed up at her, taking in all the features of her now expansive face. Her expressive brown eyes, the lashes thick with mascara, gazed down at me with concern.

            She smiled playfully and then clutched me to her breast in a hug. “Oh, schools not going to be that bad. You’ll like it, you’ll see. Just try to keep an open mind.”

            With that she set me down on the bathroom counter and opened her huge makeup bag, rummaging around for a bit. I sat cross legged, still in awe of the whole situation. By this point I’d concluded that this woman was indeed my mother, and in fact she meant me no harm. Slowly, my initial terror at her massive body was giving way to intense curiosity.

            Just what was going on?

            My mother, with little regard to my blatant staring, continued to apply her morning makeup as if this was a normal, everyday thing. She was even humming softly to herself, her sweet high pitched voice singing like a songbird. Except that now, at her size, even the sound of soft humming held a degree of impact, a type of sonic force that only massive vocal cords could deliver.

            Lifting her huge arms above her head, she undid the ponytail and began styling her hair. Across the sink (which itself was as big as a hot tub) I could see she had a massive curling iron set up. She grabbed it and began curling her long blonde hair, while I sat and watched, soaking up the scene.

            As she worked on beautifying herself, she talked to me, as if we did this sort of thing all the time.

            “So are you excited? Wondering if there are going to be any new girls this year?”

            My own head swimming with questions, I suddenly decided that it would be best to play along with this situation for a bit, before I started freaking out. If I went all spastic, who knows what could happen in this alternate reality? Perhaps my giant mother would simply get sick of me and stomp me into the dirt.

            “Ah… yeah. That’s it.” I rubbed my head, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for me.

            My mother laughed. “Let’s just hope they take a liking to you. You don’t want a repeat of last year.”

            I was confused, but tried my best not to show it. What did she mean by that?

            “Why, what happened last year?” I tried playing stupid, baiting my new giant mother to release more information.

            “You should know!” She poked me with one finger, nearly sending me tumbling over. “All those things those girls did to you last year? Did you forget already?”

            “Uh… I guess.”

            She put her curling iron away, and fluffed her hair a bit, satisfied with her now voluminous look. “Well, you just be as nice as possible, and hope they’ve matured a bit more. Honestly, I just think they pick on you because they like you, but you never listen to me.”

            The girls at school pick on me? I always remembered that before they hardly noticed me. Now in this new reality they tease me and stuff? This was terrible!

            A thought dawned on me. If, in this reality, my mother was this big…… how big were the girls at school?

            “You don’t think they’ll hurt me, do you?” I genuinely asked, more than a little afraid for my well being.

            “Oh no, they just play a little rough. You know young women Dean.” My mother pulled out her lipstick and pulled off the cap. “They haven’t quite learned how fragile men can be. Give them time.”

            Fragile? I audibly gulped at the thought.

            My mother brushed her bangs aside.  “Well, you just stay close to your sister. Alison will make sure you make it to school safe.”

            The woman leaned forward, and puckered her lips for a second, readying herself for her lipstick. Then she thought better of it.

             “Wait, why am I doing this?” She handed me the lipstick and leaned down to my level. “Ok, honey.”

             Expectantly, she puckered her big plush lips inches from my face, an obvious gesture that I was supposed to apply it for her. I held the gigantic tube of lipstick with both hands. It was eerie, holding lipstick the size of a wine bottle. Cautiously, I played along with the situation and drew the point across my mother’s lips. Apparently, judging by the way she was acting, I did this sort of thing all the time.

            When I was done she smacked her lips and made a kissy face. “Thanks baby! You always do that so much better. You’re going to make some woman very happy someday!”

            With a cheery smile, she scooped me up in her arms, whisking me back down the hallway. Her long strides carried me with ease, and I gazed downwards in awe, watching her broad feet smack into the hardwood floor, and wondering what this new reality had in store for me.

------- Chapter 2 ------

            I was carried with her into her bedroom, where my mother cast me nonchalantly onto her made up bed. While airborne, my heart lurched into my chest for a second, until I landed safely on the frilly, flowery comforter. The carelessness with which my mother had dropped me took me by surprise, but she seemed not to think much of it. Again, it must have been one of those things that happened all the time here in this reality. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that for the time being.

            Without a care, my mother stood in front of her tall mirror, checking herself out one last time. While she did this, I scanned her room and found that it was exactly as I had remembered it. Everything was built for her scale, so to me, all her possessions looked absolutely enormous.

            My mother turned to the side and ran her hands down her slender waist. Without taking her eyes off her figure she spoke.  “Are you all ready for school now Dean? I suppose you need to eat.”

            I was pretty hungry actually, and curious to see how I ate in this new reality. “Yeah, that would be good.”

            In an instant I would come to regret that thought.

            My mother turned to me, walked over to the bed and plopped down on her side, next to me. I felt the mattress bend under her weight, moving my whole world. As I gazed up at her in awe, she slipped off her top and undid her bra, exposing her massive bare bust to me. One pearly white breast lolled out towards me, bobbing slightly, and before I could react my mother’s massive hand clasped around my back and pulled me in close.

            I was shocked, and in my surprise was unable to do much of anything to resist. It all happened so fast, and my titanic captor was well versed in this undertaking, like it was an everyday thing.

            With my body in her hands, she planted my face firmly against her areola. Clutching the back of my head with two huge fingers, she forcefully rubbed my face against her nipple, which began to harden expectantly. Course wrinkly breast flesh pressed into me as her nipple grew to the size of a tennis ball. The woman’s whole body turned slightly, and her entire breast rolled on me, covering half of my body with the soft, warm flesh of her bosom.

            I tried to protest, but as my mouth opened the titanic woman expertly popped her oversize nipple in and began to hum softly.

            Her skin tasted somewhat salty and course. I tried to struggle, desperate to get away, but her massive hands pinned me down, entrapping me against her womanly bust. My tongue grazed against her nipple, and I heard a soft moaning sound emanating from within her. My eyes bugged out, and as I struggled I began to feel hot liquid droplets forming in my mouth. The gigantic breast began to lactate, and the flow of breast milk became more fluid.

            She was going to feed me, and there was little I could do about it.

            In a few short seconds warm liquid began to spray into my mouth. At this size, the flow of a woman’s breast milk was still fairly strong. It actually was quite difficult for me to keep up, and had a similar effect of drinking out of a hose, only not nearly as intense.

            What a weird experience. I suckled and drank as best I could, the taste of the sweet creamy fluid bringing me a degree of comfort as it filled my stomach. In a way, it made me almost want to fall asleep.

            After a few short minutes she switched breasts and finished, topping me off fairly well. Any resistance I might have had earlier was washed away with the overwhelming feeling of being full. My stomach felt warm and heavy, yet not uncomfortable.

            Already, my mother had pulled her top back up and was readjusting her bra. She smiled down at me.

            “Alison, come get your brother!” She suddenly barked, calling for my sister who was no doubt in some other area of the house.

            I sat up. Apprehension gripped my overfilled insides. Alison was my older sister by two years. While we had a good relationship at the moment, I remembered that when we were younger she had often picked on me. It was mild treatment, not uncommon amongst siblings. But all that had changed when I got into high school, and at that point in time she began treating me more as an equal. I always suspected that it was because she could no longer physically overpower me, and therefore was forced into giving me a degree of respect.

            That thought sort of begged the question: If, in this alternate realm, Alison was giant like my mother, what sort of relationship did I now have with her?

            “Give me a second, I’ll be right up!” Alison’s slightly annoyed voice floated up in response.

     I could scantly hear her rummaging about downstairs, and then a thundering series of loud stomping steps as my sister jogged up the stairs. boom, Boom, BOOM… She made her way into my mother’s bedroom.

     As she came into view, I gawked as her enormous body filled the doorframe. A student at our community college, she was dressed in a skimpy pair of fluffy jean shorts and a tight fitting yellow tank top. Over her shoulder was a book bag so large that I could easily have fit inside it.

     With two thundering strides, she reached the edge of my mother’s bed. I felt the mattress rise and fall as my mother stood, and the two women in my family towered over on opposite sides of the bed, both staring down at my tiny form.

     Still slightly annoyed, Alison crossed her arms in front of her chest. “All right squirt, let’s go.”

     Squirt. She hadn’t called me that in ages. It was what she had used to call me when she used to pick on me. My stomach twisted into a knot, and I was unsure what to do. I stood cautiously, careful not to lose my footing on the soft ground of my mother’s comforter.

     “Um…” I sputtered, knowing that I was supposed to do something but unsure of what it was.

      As soon as I had stood up Alison’s arm shot out, her hand gripping me around the waist. I yelped, and she launched me impatiently up and into her chest. Desperately, I clutched her wrist and squirmed.

      “Stop that!” Alison’s other hand clamped around my head, burying my face in her palm. To her, my head was the size of a baseball, so her powerful fingers easily wrapped around it. With me being completely pacified, she adjusted my body around so that she could carry me with one arm, much like how a running back might carry a football.

      She let go of my face, and light flooded in. I could feel the warmth coming off her torso and arm, and she suddenly clutched me tight, plastering me against her side.

     “We good now, squirt?” she announced, grinning menacingly as she crushed me against her. The bright yellow fabric of her tank top rubbed roughly against my face. It was a bit degrading to have my sister lugging me about like this, handling me like I was some toy.

     “C’mon now Alison, be nice to your brother.” My mother gave a frown of disapproval at her, before stooping down to my level. Her gigantic face filled my view. “It’s hard enough being a man out there, so his own sister should be nice and caring to him.” She cooed, poking me gently with one massive finger before giving me a goodbye peck on the face. I’m sure to her, it was a nice, sweet, motherly gesture. For me, I was smothered by her massive steaming hot lips for a second, and then had to rub a good deal of annoying red lipstick off of my face for the next few minutes.

     Alison scoffed, then turned to leave. Her powerful, thundering footsteps carried us out of my mother’s room before turning to head down the stairs. It was so strange being carried like this by my own sister, who towered above me. I fearfully glanced upwards at her. I could only make out her bare upper arm and shoulder, which suddenly and powerfully clutched me tightly. Her long dishwater blonde hair flowed over her shoulder, and she took her first step heading downstairs.

     Thud! My whole world shuddered abruptly as my sister made her way down the steps.

     Thud! I gripped her body tight, wrapping my arms and legs around her torso in fear. It was like being in an earthquake.

     Thud! I could feel her body tremble, her ribs briskly rubbing against me. Gazing upwards, I watched the edge of her left breast bob and heave with each jarring step. Without thinking, Alison readjusted me in her arms, bringing my face closer to her armpit and wedging my body firmly against hers.

      As my sister completed the last few steps, she was no doubt unaware that her weighty breasts wobbled up and down, at times smashing into my face as she walked. It was terrible, yet as soon as the ordeal had started it was over, as she arrived at the bottom of the staircase.

        She stopped by the front door and stooped slightly. I glanced downwards long enough to see her massive bare feet searching for some flip flops. Her young, supple toes found their rightful place in one, then she quickly donned the other. Satisfied, she wiggled her toes, the bright morning sunlight glinting off her pale pink toenail polish.

      Alison made her way to the door, and her right arm shot out and turned the knob. Light flooded in as she stepped outside. She slammed the door behind her and headed down the sidewalk, moving at a vigorous pace.

      At this point, I got my first glimpse of the outside world in this alternate reality, and what I saw absolutely astounded me.

      It looked exactly like my neighborhood should, yet all the buildings, mailboxes, trees and other details were massively out of proportion. The house across the street was as tall as a skyscraper. A woman drove by in a car with wheels taller than I was. Our street was enormous, easily as wide as a major river. Each square panel of sidewalk my sister carried me on was probably longer than I was tall.

      I glanced across the street. Three “little” girls were busy scribbling chalk drawings on the sidewalk. They weren’t even old enough to be in school yet, and they were already taller than I was. Their mother, a heftier middle aged woman in a sundress, was absolutely gargantuan. I was sure I barely came up to her knee.

      My heart raced. What kind of world was this? What had I woken up to?

        Just what the hell was going on?

------ Chapter 3 ------

          I nearly blew a mental gasket as I feverishly tried to figure everything out. It was enough to give me a mini panic attack.

          Last I knew, I had gone to bed in the real world. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I wasn’t insane or had taken any mind altering drugs or anything like that. Next thing I know, I wake up in some bizarre pseudo-reality where all the women are towering giants.  To them I’m only about a foot and a half tall.

          I glanced about to confirm that. It was true. Every single woman I laid eyes upon easily towered over me. Furthermore, I began to note a severe lack of men. In fact, I didn’t see any.

         This wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be. It was way too life like and way too shocking for me to not bolt awake at any moment.

          Should I tell someone? Should I scream at the top of my lungs, begging for answers? Panic coursed through me as my thoughts raced. I struggled to get a hold of myself.

          No. That likely wouldn’t do any good. Now wasn’t the time to be irrational, especially with all these monstrous women around. Obviously, to everyone else in this reality, there was nothing out of the ordinary with the way things were. I’d appear crazy if I spoke out.

          I paused for a bit, breathing deep breaths. Above me, absolutely unaware of my plight, my giant sister cruised along. At her height her powerful strides were so lengthy that she was travelling as fast as I would have been able to run, yet she was merely strolling. It was amazing to see.

          Clearing my mind, I decided that I needed to calm down and approach this logically. For the most part, the world was exactly the same as it always was- things were where they were supposed to be. The only major difference was that women were now gigantic, and men…. well, I hadn’t seen another one yet, which was a bit disturbing.

          So it was a society with giant women, and few to no men. I began to wonder what that would mean, and decided that I needed answers. Luckily, Alison was apparently carrying me to school.

         School! At that moment I hatched a plan. If everything was exactly like it used to be, then I should be able to head over to the school library. If I could get my hands on some books, particularly history books, perhaps that would clear some things up for me. At the very least, I could compare some differences between this giant world and the normal one. I’d have to skip first period, but it would be totally worth it!

          Immediately, I began to feel slightly better with that thought. Just knowing that I had a chance at getting some answers helped alleviate my impending panic attack.

          Alison came up to the corner of the block, and I knew that in order for her to drop me off at school she’d need to walk straight and cross the street. Yet, she stopped.

          “All right squirt, here’s where you get off…” Her hand reached across and clasped me around my chest. “But first, a parting gift from me to you!”

           The tone of her voice was one of malice. Her feminine fingers wrapped tightly around me. Fearful, I looked up at her, and beheld her massive face, glaring down at me with a mischievous intent.

         Her left arm started lifting above her head. I began to plead as she bit her lower lip and frowned.

          “Hey! Alison! Listen -”

         Without warning, she shoved me upwards, planting my face firmly in the moist recess of her exposed armpit.

         “C’mon deodorant! I worked up a sweat carrying you this far. The least you can do is clean me up!”

          Disgustingly, she rubbed me up and down, slathering my face with her armpit sweat. Giggling at my powerlessness, she transferred me to her other arm, and repeated the process. Her feminine odor overpowered me as her smooth armpit skin rasped against my face.

          Finished with her humiliating efforts, she held me at arm’s length, admiring her handiwork. My face was drenched in salty, disgusting sweat, and I coughed slightly.

          “Much better!” Alison announced with a devilish smirk. Her expression softened slightly, as she pulled me in for a tight embrace.

          Planted against her cleavage, she crushed me with her titanic arms, and murmured softly, “Have a good day at school Dean. Remember, I need you to paint my nails when we get home tonight, ok?”

          With that, she lowered me down to ground level, smiled, and walked away, her strides carrying her vast distances.

          I was utterly confused. My sister had transformed from humiliatingly cruel to sweet and tender in a matter of seconds. The worst part about it was that because I was so small there wasn’t anything I could really do to stop her. I really hoped that this wasn’t an everyday thing…

          ------ Chapter 4 ------

           As soon as my enormous sister was out of sight, I flopped to the grass on the edge of the sidewalk and desperately tried to wipe all the sweat off my face. Her feminine odor blasted my nostrils, and the grass brought little relief. I’d have to make it to a bathroom, if I wanted to get her stench off.

           Fortunately, school was just a block away. For the first time in this dangerous new world, I was on my own. I wasn’t being carried by some member of my family.

           It was a bit unsettling, in all honesty.

           Glancing about to make sure there were no cars, I bolted across the street. When I reached the other side, I felt a feeling of elation. It was like I’d dodged a bullet or something. In this new reality, crossing a street was equated to laughing in the face of death.

            My confidence growing, I continued on towards school, sticking to the sidewalk. Soon the front doors of my high school were in view.

            As I watched, a large group of women were travelling inside, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. Of course, they were incredibly monstrous to me. A bit scared, I darted into a nearby bush and continued my surveillance.

            Periodically, groups of giant high school aged women, some that I recognized, arrived at class eager to start the day. I could make out a few that would be my classmates, and marveled at how humongous they were. I had never thought of the girls in my class as particularly threatening, yet now I felt like if I tried to go in myself I’d be unknowingly crushed under their pretty heels. I’d need to be careful, and the small voice in my head told me I would be wise to remain unseen. I remembered what my mother had said earlier that morning, about how the girls at school picked on me.

            I’d need to make it to the men’s bathroom. There, I could clean myself up and plan my next move.

            I waited until it was all clear, then darted towards the doors. The huge steel doors of my school were like the gates to a castle, and I knew there was no way I’d be able to open them myself. Fortunately, much like with my bedroom door, there was a smaller, “man-sized” door cut into the main door. I quickly slipped in through that one.

            I glanced about the hallway, and saw titanic female legs everywhere. Open toed shoes slammed into the ground here and there. Brightly painted female toes pressed powerfully into the ground, compressed by the shear tonnage of towering female bodies. All around me, the chatter of high school girls filled my ears.

            The bathroom was right near the main entrance, or at least it should be. I glanced about, trying to find the door through the masses of bare womanly legs. I spotted the women’s room, towering high into the air. Nearby, the men’s room door could be seen as well. It was dwarfed by the women’s, being significantly smaller of course.

            Mustering up some intestinal fortitude, I waited until the room seemed clear enough and burst across the hallway. I ran with all the speed I could conjure, and was actually surprised when I slipped through the bathroom door, completely untouched and likely unnoticed.

            The men’s room was normal sized, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was back in my old reality. It was a comforting feeling, like the world was built for someone my size. As I washed my face, I vowed that I’d never take that for granted again.

            It took a while to get all of my sister’s armpit stink off of me, and while I was washing I heard the bell for first period go off. Good. Now that the halls were cleared out it would be much easier for me to make my way to the library.

            After drying myself off, I listened at the doorway until it sounded as if the hallway was clear of Amazonian students.  Carefully, cautiously, I slipped out and stuck to the edges of the walls, trying my best to cling to the shadows. For a bit, I felt like a secret agent or a ninja or something, which was a fun thought.

            I was surprised when I made it to the library doors unnoticed. I chalked it up to an advantage to being small. Of course, the main library door was no less imposing than any other door, yet someone had been courteous enough to make a smaller one for men. I was beginning to feel pretty thankful for whoever had done that.

            The library was enormous, each bookshelf towering like a mini skyscraper. Immediately I found a fault in my plan. First off, I was going to be strictly limited to the books on the bottom or second to bottom shelves. Secondly, most books came up to the middle of my chest at least, and were hefty enough to be fairly difficult to move. My only saving grace would be that it would be easier to hide in here.

            I ran about the shelves, searching in vain for a “men’s” section- a shelf with books built for smaller, male readers. To my frustration, I found no such section existed.

            “Probably because there aren’t a lot of men…” I muttered to no one in particular.

            Within a few minutes, I found the history section, and subsequently located a large book on general world history that just so happened to be on the bottom shelf. Struggling, I barely managed to pull it off the shelf.

            I flipped the cover open and poured over the contents. What I discovered was astonishing.

            Right away, I noticed that there were some major differences between this reality and the normal one. As I read, I learned of a period in ancient pre-history where men and women were equal size and number. Somehow though, men had begun to shrink and women grew. As men became much smaller, they began encountering more difficulties, and as such died off at an alarming rate. Birthrates for men likewise became extremely low. Men eventually became so small that they were unable to digest regular sized food, which also significantly contributed to their decreased numbers.

            It explained why men were so absent in this society and why I was being breastfed my meals. Amazed, I read more.

            I learned history had been radically altered with this development. First off, society now had a matriarchal structure, one that grew more and more powerful the bigger that women got. With relatively few exceptions, gender roles had been reversed. Women controlled all segments of society, from the legislature to the economy to entertainment. Every president, congresswoman, and senator was female. Almost all movies stars were women, as well as athletes, CEOs, writers, and all other professions. Sure, there was a massive decrease in wars and warfare in general, yet social movements, instead of being generally more liberating, mostly involved furthering the decreased importance of men in society. As I read, I quickly realized that this reality’s history was one where men were consistently being devalued, underappreciated, and underrepresented. To be male was something undesirable, and the divide between the status of women and men was purposefully widening.

            As I read, a harrowing chill swept over me. I quickly began to understand my predicament, and wanted nothing more than for things to go back to the way they were. To be a man in this alternative reality meant to have absolutely no power. Women were strong, powerful, and desirable, whereas men…

            Disgusted, I closed the book and without putting it back grabbed another one- a book on sociology. I tore it off the shelf and began reading.

            It was interesting to learn how the human species coped with this radical change. The book focused almost entirely on women. I glumly assumed in this society they were the only gender worth writing about. The thing that stuck out the most for me was learning that unlike in my “normal” reality, women in this reality actually desired size. In a world almost entirely composed of women, size had become a physical symbol of power and authority. Women had to compete with each other to get taller. The “beauty” industry, while providing traditional makeup products and such, also provided women with products meant to artificially or naturally increase height. To be big was to be beautiful, powerful, and womanly. It also meant that there was a steady, measurable increase in women’s height over the years, meaning that women were breeding larger and more powerful women to replace them.

            On that note, I wondered exactly how women were breeding more women, considering there were nearly no men in this society. I flipped to the final chapter of the book, which looked to provide a promising answer.

            The solution was a fairly simple one, and I was literally floored when I learned of it. Bluntly put, rape wasn’t exactly illegal in this world, and in fact, was pretty much celebrated. By gigantic women, of course. There was no mention of how men felt about it.

            Unable to read more, I closed the book in horror. What was this going to mean for me?

            As I sat on the library floor and contemplated, I heard a series of thundering footsteps behind me, ones louder than I’d ever heard before. Before I could react, a long, female shadow cast itself over me, and chills ran up my spine. A stern but familiar female voice blasted down from above me.

            “So this is where I find you Dean? You’re in trouble now, mister.”

------ Chapter 5 ------

         I didn’t even need to turn around. I’d recognize that feminine voice anywhere.

         The woman continued, with the stern, disapproving tone of a trained disciplinarian. “I was surprised when you didn’t show up this morning. I was looking forward to having you in my class this year.”

         Slowly, I turned to behold the massive beauty that was Mrs. Nina Marsh, a teacher at my school. A stunning middle aged woman, she taught high school science, and I remembered that it was actually her class that I had skipped first period. Although I’d never had class with her before, I saw her frequently around school, and we both knew of each other.

          To make matters even more uncomfortable, I also had a massive crush on her. Yet she was a married woman- and a teacher- so I’d always preferred to admire her from afar. Despite her age, and perhaps even because of it, she was adored by nearly every guy in school. Mrs. Marsh was that untouchable beauty, that magnificent woman who you could look at but could never touch.

        And now, as I looked upon her with eyes agape, I saw just how enormous she was. Forget my mother, sister, or any other women I’d encountered so far. This gargantuan teacher towered over all of them, by far the biggest female specimen I’d ever laid eyes upon. My heart jumped as I took in her massive bulk, my brain boggled at the sight of a woman leagues taller than any I’d ever seen before. As my eyes followed the outline of her hourglass contours, I pondered how it was physically possible for a woman to get so big. Doing some mental calculations, I concluded that if I was standing next to her, I would need to raise my arms above my head simply to touch her knees. And that was without her tall spike heels on.

        She frowned down at me, peering over her stylish glasses with piercing blue eyes, allowing me to feel her wrath as a disciplinarian. Her straight black hair was done up in a messy bun, with loose strands falling about here and there. Dressed in a white blouse top with a tight regal blue skirt, she was absolutely breathtaking. Yet her gorgeous face gave off an expression of disapproval, making me feel even smaller than I actually was. She’d never paid this much attention to me before, and now she was staring directly at me, examining me and expecting an explanation.

        “Um…” I fiddled with my thumbs, and felt my face flush. I was immediately tongue tied in her presence, not only because I’d been caught skipping, but because she was simply so drop-dead gorgeous.

         Sensing my fear, she dropped her hands to her massive hips and took another menacing step forward, her gigantic black high heel landing fairly close to me. I averted my eyes from her gaze, and caught sight of her open toed shoe. Her toenails had been painted a bright rosy pink color, uncharacteristically youthful taste for someone like her.

        “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

        “Um… ah… I’m sorry Mrs. Marsh?” I searched for the words, and finally just apologized.

         Her face screwed up in a look of disgust, her plush lips pursing. “Mrs. Marsh? Did you forget who you were talking to?”

         Her reaction was not exactly the one I’d expected, and it left me fairly bewildered. Wasn’t she Mrs. Marsh? I searched about nervously, frantically trying to find some way to explain myself. As I did, I miraculously somehow noticed that her ring finger was bare.

         Of course! In this universe, she wasn’t married! Then… she was probably referred to by her maiden name!

          Which, of course, I had no idea what that was. As I struggled to produce an answer, a significant amount of time passed. Uncomfortably, I began to sweat and squirm.

          Her eyes got big, and with exasperation, she finally spoke. “Ms. Bianchi, Dean. Your teacher this year? I have to say, you aren’t starting the year on the right foot.”

          With that impatient statement, she pointed to her foot expectantly. Judging by her body language, I knew I was supposed to do something.

          I desperately didn’t want her to be mad at me, but I didn’t know what to do. Panicked, I could feel myself blush, close to tearing up. “I’m sorry Ms. Bianchi!”

          “Then apologize to me.” She answered, her tone softening. She pointed at her foot again.

          My brain made a sudden connection, and I tentatively leaned forward. I was pretty sure I knew now what she had wanted me to do.

          I place one hand on the edge of her shoe, and watched as she wiggled her massive toes expectantly. Slowly, cautiously, I stooped over and kissed the top of her big toe, pressing my face into the smooth pink surface of her nail.

         “Hmm…” My beautiful teacher murmured thoughtfully, “Could use some work. But that’s what I’m here for, right?

          A shadow formed around me, and before I could react, I felt her huge, warm hand wrap around my body and hoist me into the air. I clutched her fingers tight until she brought me level with her face.

          “I want you to stay after school today Dean, as punishment for skipping class. I’ll be sure to teach you the proper way to treat a woman,” she smirked with a devilish intent.

           I made eye contact with her as she held me, and for a long while she merely returned my gaze. Her eyes were so captivating and large, huge blue orbs of pure feminine expression, adorned with alluring makeup. There was no malice behind them anymore, just a strange expression I’d never seen her have before. Her gaze was one of coquettish curiosity.

            Warm, strong fingers wrapped around my waist and hips, further securing me. With a smile, she lowered me to her side, where she cradled me in one arm under the shelf of her enormous bosom. Eagerly, I wrapped my arms and legs around her waist and took her in, rubbing my face against the flowing white fabric of her top.

            Ms. Bianchi walked back to class, each step launching me forward and thudding with an impactful boom. She was easily the largest woman I’d ever seen, standing well over 30 feet tall by my estimate. I was sure my mother, who was probably only a little over 20 feet tall, only came up to Ms. Bianchi’s chest. It was amazing, being carried by this Godzilla-like woman. She was sexy and powerful, and her lumbering footsteps slammed into the ground with a deafening clack as her heel met tile. The whole gigantic mass of woman shifted and moved as she walked, and I wanted nothing more than to cling to her. The entire experience was more than a little enjoyable. My heart fluttered with elation, as the realization that Ms. Bianchi- my secret crush- had not only noticed me, but was carrying me at this very moment to her classroom.

            She made her way out of the library, into the hallway and towards her next classroom. As she entered the room I could see that nearly all of the seats were filled as female students milled about.

            Around 30 sets of female eyes suddenly caught sight of me, and I began to feel very uneasy and very out of place amongst these titanic girls. Far bigger than all of them, Ms. Bianchi arrived at her desk and deposited me on top of it before scooping up a clipboard and taking roll call. My body tingled with anticipation as I wondered what the rest of the school day would have in store for me.

            In a loud commanding voice, Ms. Bianchi announced that this was science class, introduced herself, and proceeded to take roll. I recognized nearly all the girls that were there as members of my classes from the previous year. As the names were called, I couldn’t help but notice that all eyes were on me. Some of the stares were inquisitive, others merely noting something different in the room. A few women even looked towards me with a degree of disgust. I took note of these girls in particular, and thought that I should probably make a point of avoiding them in the future.

            As the end of roll call was coming up, I began to wonder where my seat would be, considering that I was still sitting on top of the teacher’s desk. Yet I felt it was wisest not to say anything just yet.

            When she was satisfied that everyone was present, Ms. Bianchi set the clipboard down and reclined in her chair, telling the class to open their books. As she began lecturing, I felt her hand slip around my waist.

            Nonchalantly, Ms. Bianchi delicately felt my body with her fingertips, rubbing them up and down my chest as she spoke. Then, without breaking stride in her lecture, she pulled me behind her desk and out of sight, depositing me in her oversized lap.

            I stared up at her, lying on my back in the warm confines of her dark blue skirt. Delicately, she stroked me with gigantic fingers, playing with my body like I was some kind of doll. I’m not sure I would have liked the experience if it was anyone but her. But she was so sexy and beautiful that I simply let her fingers wander where they wanted. Besides, what was I going to do to resist her? If this woman wanted to hold me, well… then it looked like I was going to have to accept the fact that I was going to get held.

            The mundane lecture went on for a half hour like that, until homework was assigned. I could hear the students scribbling, working hard on the problems. As they worked, I wondered if every school day was like this for me in this new reality, and decided that for the time being I was ok with how things were working out. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

            At this point, Ms. Bianchi’s hand suddenly clamped down tight on me, taking control of my whole body, and I felt myself being lowered to the floor. A loud scuttling crash was heard off to my right, and I saw a massive heel flop to the side. She was barefoot!

            The massive beauty set me down. My back touched the cool tile, and her fingers splayed out over my body, pinning me under her cool palm. A huge bare sole came into view, hovering above me. My heart raced as cruel thoughts rushed through my head. Was she about to step on me? Instinctively, I threw up my arms to protect myself.

            No. Gently she set her foot down on top of me, squashing me slightly, almost completely covering my body with her soft sole. The titanic teacher then scrunched her toes against my head and rocked her foot back and forth, playing with my body. Carefully she rolled me under her feet, plastering my face against the base of her toes, grinding my lower body with her heel.

            I would have thought that I would have hated being treated like this, and in truth, if it was anyone but her I probably would have been livid. Yet, I had admired Nina Bianchi for quite a while. Many nights I’d thought about her, or spent long hours staring at her from across the lunchroom. Just to be able to touch her, even her feet, was something of a dream come true. I was quickly becoming enamored with her- every part of her. The fact that she was humongous somehow added to the effect.  

            As her lovely toes passed over me, I eagerly rubbed my face in between them, feeling the soft skin flow over my face. I was surprised that her feet didn’t even stink, and in fact they had a pleasant berry scent to them. Large feminine toes scrunched hard, clamping down powerfully, and my face was comfortably wedged between them. Ms. Bianchi played with me like that for a few minutes before releasing me. Another clatter, as her other shoe came off. My enormous teacher transferred feet, lifting one off of me and replacing it with the other, toying with my body for her own amusement as she worked.

            She played with me like that until the bell rang for the next period. After the students filed out of the classroom, she finally released me, lifting her gargantuan foot off of my minuscule body. Strangely, I felt almost sad when it ended.

            Lying on my back, I watched as she stood, propelled upwards by powerful womanly leg muscles. I couldn’t help myself, and felt a hot surge of lust rush though my body. Just being in her oppressing feminine presence was quickly turning me on.

            She pulled her chair back and stooped over, her face peering at me. A large, elegant hand was lowered for me to climb on.

            “C’mon now Dean. We’re going.” Her sultry yet percussive voice floated from above, commanding me.

            I nearly leapt into her hand.

            She carried me to her next classroom, which proceeded in pretty much the same manner as the previous one. In fact, for most of that first day of school, Ms. Bianchi lectured while she played with me in various ways, touching me all over.  I began to feel like I was her own little stress reliever, and certainly felt like a teacher’s pet, perhaps even in a literal sense.

            And honestly, I was pretty ok with that. Any attention from Ms. Bianchi was good, even if it meant I was being treated like a glorified lapdog.

            Finally the last bell of the day rang, and the students were dismissed. I had been lying in Ms. Bianchi’s lap, and I could feel her chair scoot out.

            She peered down at me, looking over her voluptuous bosom. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful from this angle.

            “Now we’ve got to discuss what to do with you…” she grinned. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to stay after school, and suddenly became very curious. Was she going to punish me somehow, or just let me off with a warning? It didn’t matter. I was in such a state of adoration at that moment that any time spent with my dream woman alone was going to be good time. Or so I thought.

------ Chapter 6 ------

            I was lying in the confines of Ms. Bianchi’s lap, gazing upwards at her perfect but colossal body. Slowly I felt her familiar hands wrap around me as she began to pick me up, hoisting me into the air. With a look of inquisitiveness she carried me to her back office and shut the door behind her, isolating us from the other parts of the school. Inside, I felt a growing pit of anxiety in my stomach, as anticipation swelled at the thought of a potential punishment. What was going to happen next? Was I simply going to get detention for skipping?

            I took in my surroundings. Her back office was lined with books and other learning materials, all neatly organized. The woman set me down on top of her small desk, next to a globe that was taller than I was. Casually, she sat down in a chair across from me, crossing her legs, and I noted that overall her desk setup looked just a bit small for her. I concluded that it was likely because she was far taller than the average woman, and manufacturers in this world must not build things to her size. It made me speculate who the world’s largest woman was, and I wondered how big Ms. Bianchi would be compared to her.

            As I looked about, Ms. Bianchi sat there for a second, staring at me. Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

            “Why were you in the library and not in my class this morning, Dean?” she began, her tone serious but not threatening.

            I sat crossed legged in front of her, and looked to the floor, or rather, the top of her desk, which was like a floor to me.

            “I went to the library to read up on some stuff. I was studying,” I lied, hoping she would buy it.

            Her eyebrow shot up even further. “Studying for... what Dean? What exactly were you studying for?”

            “History.” I blurted quickly, hoping to come across with some conviction. Maybe that way I wouldn’t seem so guilty.

            Ms. Bianchi took in a deep breath, uncrossed her arms and clasped her hands in front of her chest, leaning forwards. Her face belayed a degree of utmost seriousness. “Dean… how exactly did you learn to read?”

            I gasped. What kind of question was that!? Did men not know how to read in this reality? I suddenly felt as if saying, “1st grade reading class” wouldn’t be the right answer. Yet, at the same time, this was beginning to feel like an interrogation. Somehow, I knew something I definitely wasn’t supposed to, and this woman was determined to find out why.

            “I just… well… I want to learn history, is all. I’m not very good at it.” I half-lied, rubbing the back of my head nervously. I wasn’t a particularly skilled liar.

            Squinting, Ms. Bianchi leaned back. “I’m not convinced. You’re a man. Men don’t get to learn things. What do you care about history for?”

            I felt a cool chill run down my spine as she said that. Men don’t get to learn things? That confirmed that I wasn’t supposed to know how to read. Ms. Bianchi was clearly on to me, and I’d already incriminated myself. My spine tingled.

            Before I could respond, she spoke again. “Tell me, Dean. Where did you learn to read?”

            Her demeanor was so cold. I gazed up at her perfect face, awestruck. There was no way I was going to be able to lie my way out of this, yet telling the truth was completely out of the question. There was no way she would believe me, and worse, by telling the truth I would only look like I was lying! Who would believe, “I’m from another dimension” as a legitimate excuse? No one!

            “Ah… I guess… I’m just… smart like that?” I shrugged. I was completely pulling at straws, desperate to dig myself out of the hole I was in.

            “Really? Is that so? While you probably are fairly intelligent for a man, why don’t you start telling me the truth, Dean.”

            There was no way out. I couldn’t escape this. I wracked my brain for some excuse or response, and came up blank. Finally, I just caved.

            “Listen, Ms. Bianchi… I…I don’t know. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

            The titanic woman frowned. “Oh? I need you to be honest with me, right now.”

            Suddenly, I didn’t much care for her tone. I was fed up with being interrogated like this.

            “Just, stop judging me and I’ll tell you, ok!” I clenched my fists and spurted. “Gosh, you’re making me so uncomfortable!”

            For a second, her face expressed a look of genuine shock at my outburst. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being talked to like that. Yet, instead of getting angry she merely leaned back, allowing me room to breathe and begin explaining myself.

            “Ok… from now on no one’s judging you. Just tell me what you were going to say.” A little smile crept from the corner of her mouth.

             I shuddered with fright; I was so uncomfortable in this situation. Effectively, Ms. Bianchi had cornered me, and there was nothing left for me to do but spill the beans that I was not exactly from this reality. And that scared the snot out of me. I would need to be careful, and choose my words wisely.

            “All right, now don’t jump to conclusions or anything, but the reason I can read is because… I’m not from here.”

            I expected her to do something, to react somehow. To sarcastically say, “Boy, this should be good!” or something along those lines. Yet, she merely allowed me to continue, her sultry gaze silently urging me to speak more.

            “I woke up this morning, and it was like I was in a different reality. I mean, I remember that when I went to sleep last night, men and women were the same size. Equals. Now I wake up and…” I waved my hands about the room, “… all this happened! Does that make sense?”

            Ms. Bianchi stared at me blankly. “No.”

            My face turned beet red, and I felt like simultaneously clamming up and exploding. I decided I needed this off my chest- I needed to tell someone.

            “Well, then I don’t know what to tell you, because that’s the truth! Where I’m from, men can read, and they’re not little playthings. They have lives and families and thoughts and feelings!”

            My teacher had a quizzical look on her face, almost as if she was unsure what to do with me. Judging by her expression, I could tell she was thinking hard. This must sound like absolute blasphemy to her. I could tell I needed more proof to back up my outlandish claims.

            “How else would I be able to read? Here, I’ll show you!” I stood defiantly and scanned the room. My eyes found the bookshelf, the titles of the books displayed outwardly on the binder. I began listing them off, rapid fire, one after the other.

            Ms. Bianchi let me read nearly a whole row of titles, mostly science books, before she spoke, “OK Dean, that’s enough. You’ve made your point.”

            The titanic teacher took off her glasses and set them on the table before rubbing her eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was frustrated, or worn out, or what her thoughts were.

            “Ms. Bianchi?” I took a few steps towards her, unsure of how she was going to react.

            She sighed. Her hands dropped down, resting on top of the desk next to me. When she finally spoke, I could see she had dropped the “strict teacher” act. Ms. Bianchi was finally being real with me.

            “Dean, you realize how crazy this sounds, right?” She brushed a loose strand of slick black hair to the side before propping her head against her arm.

            I nodded, speaking softly. “Of course… I haven’t told anyone yet. I’ve been bluffing my way all morning, trying to pretend I know what’s going on. Things are so radically different from what I’m used to. ..”

            A deep sadness suddenly washed over me as I confessed my situation, and my voice cracked slightly, “…honestly, this world is terrifying to me.”

            She watched me, a curiosity gleaming in her eyes. I met her gaze, and noticed that she was biting her lower lip, clearing thinking hard about what I’d just said. Inside, I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. This woman was going to lock me up in an insane asylum, or whatever they did with crazy people in this world.

            Why did I have to go and do a foolish thing like that?

------ Chapter 7 ------

            Ms. Bianchi didn’t say much of anything for a long time. While I sat in anguish, waiting for her definitive response, she merely undid her bun, allowing her dark black hair to cascade around her shoulders. To say she was ravishing would be a dramatic understatement.

            The humongous woman ran her fingers through her hair and clasped her hands in front of her, under her chin. Finally, she spoke, choosing her words very carefully.

            “Dean,” Her sultry voice caused my spine to tingle, “First, I want you to know that- with a healthy degree of skepticism- I believe you. However, if this winds up being some type of elaborate ruse, I can assure that you will be very sorry.”

            “Secondly, if what you say is true, it certainly lends some credence to certain scientific theories, and possibly disproves others. I’m going to have to bring you to a college to be tested. And questioned.”

            I didn’t like the sound of that. Tons of gigantic female scientists, poking and prodding me, all while interrogating me about something I knew next to nothing about… not my idea of a fun time.

            “I don’t want that…” I finally admitted.

            At that, my teacher gave a smirk of resignation, “Come to think of it, I don’t think I do either. At least not yet. Like I said, I’m not entirely convinced you’re telling the truth , but I’m willing to give you ample opportunity to prove it.”

            Prove it? What did that mean?

            She continued, “Presenting you to the scientific community without validating my work would be rather foolish, wouldn’t you agree? So here is my solution. Tonight, after dinner, you are going to meet me at my house for some extra credit experiments.”

            I could scarecly believe my ears. I was going to go to Ms. Bianchi’s house!? Alone? My mind wasn’t sure what to think of that, but let’s just say other parts of me were all for it. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to brag to my male classmates in my other reality that I, Dean, had been to Ms. Bianchi’s house alone! Those guys would have been so jealous, but the thought of them made me a bit sad. They didn’t seem to exist here.

            “Ok,” I agree, with some reluctance, “but how do I know how to get there?”

            A warm smile crossed her face, and she pulled out a pen and paper. “I’ll give you directions.” She scribbled her address down on a Post-It note.  “Be there at 6 sharp!”

            …….

            The rough concrete of the sidewalk met my feet as I walked, carrying the note with Ms. Bianchi’s address rolled under my arm like a Sunday newspaper. I had my hands shoved in my pockets, and my head was down.

            I was lost in thought, pondering the events of the day. My head swirled with questions about my new reality. Just what was going on? How does a person just wake up one day in another dimension like this? Things that were everyday life here were so alien to me. I had no frame of reference to work with, no reliable preconceived notions that could guide me to make good decisions. It was like starting over from scratch, and thinking about it was beginning to hurt my head.

            Furthermore, I felt my stomach beginning to rumble, and remembered that I hadn’t eaten since that morning. I looked about, suddenly trying to get my bearings, and was disappointed when I realized what poor time I was making. Everything in this world was just so big, and distances were so exaggerated, that what would have normally been a twenty minute walk home was quickly turning into an hour long affair. As I trudged along, I surprisingly found myself wishing my sister was there to give me a ride.

            This world was so different. A sporty red car with tires bigger than I was tall flew by on the street. On a nearby electric post, an eagle eyed me as I walked. The bird was so big, I felt sure that it was looking at me like I could be its next meal. Things that were mundane before were now large and threatening in this reality, and I wanted nothing more than to be home safe.

            The red car returned, suddenly turning down the street in front of me and parking abruptly. The driver’s side door flew open, and a long, feminine leg stepped out.

            My eyes followed the leg up until I spotted the owner as she stepped out of the car. It belonged to Tami Olds, the head cheerleader. Or, at least, she used to be. Now she was dressed like some kind of jock, wearing a pair of shorts and a weird jersey I didn’t recognize. I’d remembered having class with her earlier in the day; she had been one of those girls that had stared at me for a significant amount of time.

            I caught her eye, and she slammed the car door and began walking towards me, a look of intent on her face. Something about the way she was approaching me caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, and I felt the familiar fight –or- flight response kick in. I just didn’t trust this woman.

            Unfortunately for me, Tami was on me before I could react, courtesy of her long legs and a quick stride.

            “Well, well, well…” she spoke in a sweet tone, thinly veiling a hint of malicious intent, “what are you doing out here all alone Dean?”

            I gazed at her knee, which was eye level for me, and followed the contours of her frame, up, up, up, until I met her eyes. She was certainly big enough to be intimidating, but she wasn’t even kind of close to as big as Ms. Bianchi. Her body looked strong, clearly athletic and toned, and her bleach blonde hair was done back in a sporty ponytail. In fact, she looked like she’d just got done exercising, and there was a light perspiration on her pretty brow. She was a stunning girl, to be sure, but I wasn’t about to be lured in by her looks. Tami was like a succubus, beautiful and alluring on the outside, yet cold and malevolent inside. I didn’t want to be around her.

            “Just walking home,” I murmured, trying my best to brush past her. Her feet shifted in my way as she blocked me.

            “It’s a mighty far way to your house, isn’t it Dean? Why don’t let me give you a ride in my car? A little man like you could get hurt, walking around outside like this.” She smiled openly.

            “That’s ok, it’s not that far. Thank you for the offer Tami.” I tried again to brush past her.

            She blocked me yet again, frowning at my efforts to escape.

            “Dean… C’mon now. Be reasonable. The captain of the football team asks you to get in her car, and you turn her down? That’s a bit disrespectful, don’t you think?”

            “Maybe.” I was beginning to get very afraid, and contemplated running. I didn’t like where this was going, and my gut was telling to me to beat a hasty retreat.

            She glowered down at me, a sneer crossing her pretty face, “Women don’t like being disrespected. Especially not me. Now I’m going to ask you one more time, nicely. Get in my car Dean.”

            “No!” I suddenly bolted between her massive tree-like legs, and began running for my life.

            I got several steps in before she turned around. With three long booming strides she caught up to me, and two powerful hands wrapped around my waist, hoisting me high into the sky. I let out a yelp of surprise, and squirmed to get away, writhing around in her massive fingers. She clamped down hard on me, crushing me with her powerful hands, and began lugging me like an ogre back to her car. In the process of being captured, I accidently dropped the Post-It note with Ms. Bianchi’s address. It fluttered to the ground as I was hauled off to her vehicle.

            With no regard to my safety, Tami heaved me into the passenger’s seat with an angry grunt, then sat down and slammed the door, locking it.

            I desperately tried to undo the lock, letting out another pathetic yelp. I wasn’t a good person to have in high stress situations as it was, and the simplest of tasks now became impossible as my coordination went to hell. I’d gone into full on panic mode.

            A powerful arm shot out and clamped around my face, and a second hand gripped my throat, effectively choking me and stopping me from yelling any more. I struggled, and Tami brusquely pulled me closer to her, depositing me in her massive lap with a grunt.

            “Quiet, you fucking bastard.” She hissed into my ear as she crushed my windpipe. I heard her car engine start up and felt my own tears began to flow. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and it was all happening so quickly. There was nothing I could even do, and I was becoming increasingly helpless.

            Manhandling me, Tami plastered me against her bosom, smothering me so I wouldn’t be able to cry out as she drove to a more secluded location so that she could have her way with me.

            She was too strong, far too strong for me to fight off. I could hear her heartbeat racing as she drove, then threw the car in park after she pulled into an alleyway. My titanic captor buried my face deep into her cleavage. My mind raced. I was about to be raped by Tami Olds, the head cheerleader back in my own reality, yet here I wanted nothing to do with her! What would have been any guy’s dream in high school was turning into a bizarre nightmare for me.

            Immediately after she stopped the car, I was released from the prison of her cleavage, and my titanic captor’s hands wrapping firmly around my puny body. Large feminine fingers snaked across my waist, making quick work of my belt and poised to lower my pants. Horrified, I gazed up at Tami, whose huge face loomed over me with an expression of carnal desire. She didn’t care how I felt about the situation; the depraved, horny woman was going to get what she wanted from me one way or the other.

            Without warning, there was a sharp rapping noise, which served as an unexpected intrusion to Tami’s advances. As she glanced to the side with an annoyed looked on her face, the rapping continued, growing in intensity.

            “…the hell?” The vindictive woman muttered.

            “Hey!” A forceful yet feminine voice spoke from outside the car. There was more loud rapping. “Knock that off!”

            From where I was being held, I couldn’t see what was going on. Regardless, while Tami was holding me in a way that didn’t facilitate much movement, I began to recognize the voice of my savior.

            Tami turned to open the door as my sister unrelentingly pounded on the window of her sports car. I caught a glimpse of Alison’s face, stark red with anger.

            The door swung open, outside air rushed in, and my stomach lurched as Tami suddenly stood to her full height. She still clutched me to her chest, her body heat soaring as she became more agitated.

            Tami was having none of this.

            “Stop touching my fucking car.”

            Alison defiantly placed her hands on her monstrous hips, “Then hand him over. He’s not yours.” Her tone was matter-of-fact and relatively calm given the situation, but I could tell it thinly veiled a white hot rage. This situation could explode at any second.

            I felt strong fingers tighten on my body for a second, and then abruptly I was thrust outwards.

            “Fine, I don’t fucking want him anyways.” Tami snorted in a catty tone as I hung in the air.

            Alison, frowning, grasped me under the arms and quickly pulled me in, completing the transfer, and the tension of the confrontation began to diffuse.  No doubt, Tami must not have felt that the situation was worth it anymore. Forcing herself on me in private was one thing, but tangling with Alison was another. Vindictively, the malicious woman slammed her car door shut and peeled off, her efforts thwarted for the time being.

            I’m not going to lie, at that moment I felt a great rush of appreciation for my older sister. It was a strange feeling, considering she was usually such a pain. Yet in that moment, I was grateful for her protection.

            Still cradling me in her arms, Alison began walking home. I noticed she was still wearing her work uniform- no doubt she must have been headed home after work when she spotted me. I’d been pretty lucky she was there at just the right moment.

            “Hey. Alison… thank you so much for saving me back there.” I confessed, still partly shook up from the whole incident. The adrenaline in my system slowly began to leave, and I shivered.

            My sister scoffed, blowing off my sincerity. “No problem. Tami’s a bitch anyways.” I had forgotten that they known each other from back when Alison had gone to school.  They never used to talk to each other as far as I remembered, but apparently in this dimension they didn’t much care for each other.

            “No, really. I appreciate it. Who knows what she would have done to me.” I shuddered.

            Alison looked down at me with a strange expression. “The way you talk, you’d think this was the first time something like this has happened.”

            I felt the color drain from my face.

            My massive sister saw this and raised an eyebrow. “Besides, she would have screwed your brains out. That’s what she would have done, you doofus. No big deal in the big scheme of things, really.”

           I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My sister’s laid back tone and nonchalant body language told me that not only did occurrences like this happen all the time here, but they were nothing to get too worked up about. In the old dimension, if something like this had happened, I would be preparing to press charges. Being raped (or almost raped) was a grave manner.

            Here, in this reality, the matriarchal society obviously just didn’t care. The realization of this was stark, harsh, and ultimately began to make me feel very powerless. Already, I could tell it was something that was going to weigh heavy on my mind for the rest of my life, and yet Alison brushed it off as “no big deal.” Men truly had no rights here. Truly, we were nothing more than objects to these women.

------ Chapter 8 ------

          Holding me in her arms, Alison asked what I’d been doing when I was caught by Tami. I replied I’d been walking home, and my sister retrieved the Post- It note from Ms. Bianchi, stooping down to pluck it up from the ground. Having just rescued me from a rape attempt, my sister unthinkingly began carrying me home without a concern in the world, and all the while my mind raced furiously with the connotations that the incident implied. If she only knew the emotional turmoil I was going through at that moment.

           For a second, my mind got hung up on a thought. If women raping men was relatively commonplace, why would my sister -who thoroughly loved teasing me and generally making me miserable- bother to put forth any effort to rescue me? The question demanded an answer… so I asked.

           “Alison?”

           “Yeah, squirt?” By now she was getting close to our house.

           “If this was no big deal, as you said, then why did you save me back there? Why didn’t you just leave me?” I asked quietly.

           She flipped her long blonde bangs to the side and scoffed. “Don’t get the wrong idea- I probably shouldn’t have! Yet it pisses me off to think of a bitch like Tami Olds getting pregnant. The world is filled with enough idiots; the last thing it needs is one of her retard spawn running around.”

           “So you only did what you did to spite Tami?” I asked dejectedly.

           Alison pulled up our driveway, walking briskly. She squinted down at me, a look of derision crossing her face.

           “Yeah, I don’t like the idea of her being one of my in-laws, ok? What is this, twenty questions?”

            I sank back into her arms, sullen and dejected as I learned the truth behind my sister’s actions.

            Just before she entered our house, Alison stopped, noting the onset of my sudden bout of misery. With a thoughtful look of reconsideration, she spoke.

            “You know… I guess I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

            “Yeah?”

            “Yeah.” She leaned in closer to me, and lowered her voice. “The truth is… I don’t think a tiny bitch like that deserves you. There aren’t that many men around. Don’t get any weird ideas; you’re still a squirt. But even a squirt like you deserves a bigger, better woman than that.”

            With that, she winked and smiled. In an odd sort of way, her strange statement actually succeeded in making me feel somewhat better. As a man, I might not have any clout in this world, but at least Alison would somewhat look out for me, provided the conditions were right. I chuckled and smiled back at her, obviously appreciative of her sentiments.

            She reached for the door, opened it, and entered. As she kicked off her sandals, she spoke slyly.

            “You know Dean, I can think of a few things you could do if you really wanted to repay me back.”

            I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that. “Uh, I’m already supposed to paint your nails, right?”

            Alison readjusted me in her arms, lifting me up slightly so that she could look me in the eye. Her eyes squinted into slits, and she gave off an evil smirk.

            “Oh, you are going to do sooooo much more than that…”

            ……

            Without telling me what she wanted me to do, Alison made it known that I owed her, and at some point she was going to cash in on that. She hauled me into the kitchen, where she set me down on the table before heading upstairs to change out of her work clothes. As she did this, we met my mother, who was making dinner at that moment.

            “Hey guys, nice to see you!” Mom hugged Alison, who wrenched herself free as soon as she could. Then my massive mother stooped over and gave me a big kiss, her plush lips nearly knocking me over.

            She turned back to the stovetop, and I could smell and hear that she was browning meat. The aroma was good, and I was suddenly reminded of how hungry I was. I watched as my mother cooked with her back turned to me. She was wearing a white frilly apron over her hot pink sundress, and her blonde hair was done up in a messy ponytail.

            The smell of the cooking hamburger was getting too much to bear. Finally, without really thinking, I naively asked if we had anything to eat. Without turning around, my mother quickly responded.

            “I suppose you’re getting hungry. I’ll be ready after dinner Dean, so just be patient.”

            Inside, I kicked myself. Of course she would say that. Being a man, I wasn’t allowed to have real food. How stupid of me to ask a silly question like that- now she was going to breast feed me again.

            While normally I knew I was repulsed by the whole breastfeeding idea, by now my hunger pains were getting strong enough to make me start reconsidering. Still, I’d much rather get my hands on some real food. If only there was some way…

            I hoped down off the table top and landed on a chair, which I then used to access the floor with relative safety. With a few steps, I crossed the kitchen to where my mother was cooking, oblivious of my actions. I began to brainstorm of ways I could get my hands on something real to eat, without having to expressly ask for it.

            I surveyed the terrain and contemplated the situation. It was pretty grim. The way I figured it, the only way I was going to get something to eat was if my mother accidently dropped something while she was cooking. Thinking about the implications of that, I glanced around, scanning the floor. Luckily, my mother kept our house meticulously clean, and the floor tiles looked fresh. It wouldn’t be too bad, but I’d need to act quickly once she dropped something, if she ever did.

            Above me, the massive woman hummed casually as she stirred. I was positive she had no idea I was there. Perfect. I couldn’t believe I was seriously plotting to eat food off the floor, yet I was voraciously hungry. I reminded myself of the five-second rule, and my stomach agreed.

             Slyly, I crept between her gargantuan feet. Large and bare, I noted the details of her feminine feet as I stealthily moved past them. It was weird, but I was beginning to learn how to pay attention to things like that. The more time I spent at women’s feet, the more I was able to identify them by how they walked or the subtle details of their feet. As the day went on, I was finding myself looking up less and less, which provided a lot of relief to my poor neck, which by this point was aching considerably.

            I sat down and began biding my time, cross legged with my back leaning against a stove the size of a small house. As I patiently waited, I watched my mother’s tower-like legs move and hoped she would drop some of that delicious hamburger.

            She rarely stepped, instead preferring to rock back on her heels or forwards onto her toes. The slightly wrinkled padding of her feet pressed into the tile with considerable force, and her massive calf muscles engaged and relaxed, flexing and shifting powerfully as she went about her business. Her toes were painted perfectly, the stereotypical lush red color of a 50’s housewife, splayed out wonderfully over her large square nails. High above me, her high pitched sing-song voice floated down, humming popular tunes from the radio. Scraping sounds could also be heard as she worked the spatula, which she then set down on the countertop.

            The woman rocked forward on her toes, her colossal calf muscles powering her upwards as she reached for the seasonings in a top cupboard. As she reached, she took a sudden step forward.

            The immense foot of a gargantuan, mature woman -a foot nearly as big as I was- quickly shot towards me. In the span of a half-second, my life flashed before my eyes, and I realized the folly of my scheme. Because my mother had no idea that her tiny son was at her feet, there would be nothing that would stop the giant woman from crushing me under her as she carelessly moved about. The very nature of her immense size made my mother inherently dangerous to me, and her most unintentional movements could snuff me out in an instant.

            Heavy, womanly toes crashed down on me, splaying over my body. I threw my arms up and yelled, a pitiful attempt to protect myself from my gigantic mother’s casual and thoughtless movements.

            “Wha!?” Her overwhelming toes pressed down ever so slightly, her huge red nails digging into my body, the padding of her toes crushing my legs forcefully. Luckily, she didn’t place her full weight on me, and instead her foot rocketed off me as she abruptly realized what she was doing.

            “Dean!” She yelled angrily, stooping down suddenly to look directly at me. “What have I told you about playing at my feet like that!?”

            I gulped nervously, barely hearing her. I’d nearly died just then, I was sure of it. One misplaced step and my mother would have surely stomped me out like a bug.

            Her lecture continued, “I’ve told you a million times- if you want to be at my feet, that’s fine, just hang on to them so I know where you are. I could have crushed you!”

            She just glared at me, a grave, sharp expression on her face. Finally, she went back to cooking, her powerful legs launching her back upwards.

            Still terrified, I struggled to catch my breath, and quickly decided that my little plan to get real food suddenly wasn’t worth it anymore. With haste, I swiftly retreated from the kitchen, thankful to be alive.

------ Chapter 9 ------

            Dinner was a painful event for me. My mother and sister both ate like normal people, while I pitifully sat in my mother’s lap and watched. By this point I was convinced I was starving to death, and the gaping pain in my stomach affirmed that suspicion. Watching others eat while you waste away is a unique sort of torture. To add further insult to injury, the women were eating tacos, which just so happened to be one of my favorite meals.

            The conversation fluttered about as my mother and Alison discussed the events of the day. Despite my gnawing appetite, I had to admit that overall it was an interesting -if somewhat quirky- experience. The women talked as if I wasn’t even there, and I assumed that as a man I wasn’t important enough for dinner conversation, and therefore didn’t bother making myself heard. Honestly, I didn’t really care, and took the time to take in the scene.

            My mother had placed me in her lap as she talked and ate. From between her gargantuan thighs, I surveyed my surroundings. Her thick legs were on either side of me. The hot pink fabric of her sundress stretched across her legs, making a sort of canyon-like expanse. It was almost like lying in a big, self heating hammock.

            Behind me, I leaned back against the colossal expanse of her taut stomach, which growled every so often as she ate. It was interesting listening to her belly periodically give off loud groans as she digested her food, yet it did nothing to dissuade my own hunger.

            Glancing upwards, I caught sight of her expansive bosom, both breasts jutting out a vast distance from her chest, draped in the pink fabric of her sundress. The huge mounds of flesh rose and fell slightly, and I began to feel more and more famished just by looking at them. Between her boobs, I could see her slim neck and chin, working feverishly as she either chewed or made comments to my sister. Her huge pink lips wrapped powerfully around a taco shell as she stuffed her face.

            Unbeknownst to my feasting mother, a small chunk of lettuce fell from her taco and landed on her thigh next to me. Elation filled my heart at this sudden change of luck.

            My moment had come, and just when had I least expected it!

            Tenderly, I plucked the green leaf off of her, and when I was sure that she was preoccupied, I started wolfing it down with reckless abandon.

            I chewed once, twice… something wasn’t right. This lettuce tasted horrible, like I was eating grass or something. Still, ever determined, I gave it a third chew, slow and tentative.

            Nope. My stomach, despite screaming at me earlier that it was starving, churned repugnantly at my attempts to eat the discarded lettuce. I felt a tightening sensation in my stomach mounting quickly, and I knew I had to immediately get rid of what was in my mouth.

            I spat the lettuce out into my hands, suddenly disgusted at the sight of it. With a quick toss, I heaved the half-chewed lettuce overboard, where it fell to the floor.

            It was so gross! I wiped my tongue on my hand, trying desperately to get the wretched aftertaste off. As I did this, realization set in. It was possible there was a reason I wasn’t allowed to eat regular food; as a man, I probably couldn’t! That’s why in this reality men were always being breastfed. It was all they could handle.

            I sighed, my hopes dashed, and I glumly crossed my arms over my chest. I guess I’d have to wait until the women were finished.

            ……

            Large womanly fingers splayed across my chest like a heavy blanket, then powerfully scooped around my body and lifted me skyward. The titanic mass of woman that was my mother had finally finished eating, so she could now see to my needs. Expertly, she flipped me over so that I was facing her, then held me up in front of her face, her thumbs wrapped around my chest, her long red fingernails playing across my back.

            Her eyes darted to the side, as she told Alison to clean up the dishes. She grinned as powerful legs propelled her upwards as she stood and began walking into the nearby living room, and she switched my position, cradling me in her arms like a small child. She walked, thundering footsteps carrying her across the floor, and the locks of her long blonde hair flowed about.

            Once in the living room, she eased herself down onto the couch- a long, brown piece of furniture with big soft cushions- and then twisted her body sideways and placed her feminine legs lengthwise across the sofa. As she was sitting upright, I noticed one pink strap of her sundress suddenly fall close to my face, and my mother’s free hand snaked around her body, adjusting her bra. Once she was comfortable, she leaned back, her upper body propped against the large brown pillows.

            Her hand moved away from her bosom, revealing one massive breast, suspended pendulously above me. One womanly finger covered the tip of her nipple, slowing playing across the skin of her areola. The woman rubbed her tit tenderly, tracing little circles and tugging slightly, drawing her growing nipple out. It hardened quickly, signifying she was ready.

            The free hand snaked behind my head, cupping it like a tennis ball. Her finger and thumb pinched the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open. In one fluid motion, she lifted my head and lowered the heavy mass of her bust. The pert nipple filled my mouth instantly, and within seconds warm fluid began to flow. I didn’t care. By this point I was so hungry that it didn’t matter where I was getting my meal from.

            As she basically force fed me, the woman sighed periodically; deep, contented sighs that I heard coming more from inside her chest than from her actual lips. Her noises, while obviously feminine, had a throaty bass like characteristic to them simply because of her size- almost like she was growling. I was surprised that even something as harmless as a satisfied sigh felt extremely powerful coming from a woman. I began to slowly ponder about this new society again. I was becoming increasingly aware of just how dependent I was on the women around me, particularly my family. Without my sister I would have fallen victim to the sexual advances of a woman who was far larger than me, and without my mother I legitimately would have a difficult time eating.

            All the while, my mother stroked my head slightly, her long red nails playing delightfully across my skin. For several minutes, she held me to her, and slowly I began to feel that her heart rate was dropping. As time went by, her strokes became less and less consistent. Her breathing- something that I was acutely aware of because of the rise and fall of her massive chest- became shallow and docile.

            The huge woman had fallen asleep with me still clutched to her.

------ Chapter 10 ------

            For a second I simply enjoyed the warm embrace of the gargantuan woman, feeling sleepy and content as my stomach pains finally abated. It would have been easy to fall asleep, but I remembered that I had an appointment. Mrs. Bianchi had been expecting me at 6, and I was sure it was getting close to that time. If I wanted to be punctual, I would need to leave soon, if not immediately.

            With a newfound sense of urgency, I stirred, eager to be headed out the door. My mother, who had me wrapped up firmly in her massive arms, had other plans for me. As soon as I started to squirm free, she clenched me tighter and rolled over. With this simple action, she had successfully encased me between her cleavage and the back of the couch.

            A long, sleepy sigh escaped her lips, and her chest expanded and fell, compacting me further into her bosom. Long blonde locks fell over the soft skin of her bare bust, and I began to feel very warm. The woman’s body heat, magnified by her colossal size, quickly heated my confined and cramped area. Her breasts, which felt superheated at this point, began to sweat ever so slightly.

            I struggled with her big arms, feeling like I was drowning in her bust. Without a doubt, she had no idea what she was doing. Long, low rumbles emitted from within her chest as she snored slightly, confirming that she definitely was asleep.

            One of her hands was draped over my shoulder, her fingers in the relaxed grip of a sleeping person. Normally, I would have been able to slip away easily enough, yet at my size I couldn’t even budge it. The situation became worse, as I began to feel more and more claustrophobic. By carelessly rolling over in her sleep, my mother had seriously put me in a difficult position. Quite easily, I could be smothered against her oversized bust if I stayed where I was.

            After several minutes of struggling, I managed to squeeze out of one arm, and eventually wormed my way free. I clamored over her shoulder, gripping the pink fabric of her dress tightly as I descended down her back. For a second I slipped, but I caught myself on the edge of the couch.

            Leaning against my mother’s wall-like back, I looked down, peering over the ledge of the cushion. It wasn’t a long drop to the floor, but it was enough. It sort of felt like jumping off of the roof of a house- doable, but I’d need to be careful or I could easily twist an ankle. As I was working up the gumption to leap, I heard my mother sigh again, stirring slightly. Her back, which I was leaning against for support, slowly began to turn as she switched positions. I was about to be crushed under her!

            Out of desperation, I leapt to the floor, narrowly escaping being squished under the massive bulk of my mother. Luckily, I landed well, and quickly stood and dusted myself off.

            Frowning at her, I wondered how she could be so careless, but decided not to dwell on it. I had a mission, so I scampered back into the kitchen.

            As I entered the kitchen, I quickly noticed that two problems faced me. First, my note was on the top of the table. Secondly, I realized that I didn’t know where exactly Mrs. Bianchi lived. I would need a map or something, but had no idea where we would have put anything like that, and at my size, I was going to have considerable difficulty gathering these things. I needed a woman's help.

            Alison was finishing up the last of the dishes, her MP3 headphones plugged into her ears. Perhaps she would be able to give me some directions. I walked up to her lengthy, tree-like legs. She hadn’t noticed me, and her big feet rocked from side to side as she transferred the dishes from one sink to the next. Frustrated at not being seen, I kicked her big toe to get her attention. Alison visibly started, then popped out her earphones and glared down at me from above.

            “What?” She asked in very annoyed tone, clearly not wanting to be disturbed by the likes of me.

            “I need your help. Can you grab that note on the table and tell me how to get to the address there?” I asked politely.

            Her face screwed up in a quizzical look, her puckered lips shifting to the side of her face. In two booming steps she’d reached the table. A long crane-like arm lifted the note to her eye level, and she read the address aloud.

            “I think I know where this is. It’s going to be a pretty long walk to get there. Why do you need to go here now?” She asked curiously.

            “It’s my teacher’s house. Ms. Bianchi.” I confessed, “She requested to see me.”

            Alison raised an eyebrow, and a devious look crossed her face. “Oh? She wanted to see you after the first day? Did you get in trouble?”

            Even though I’d told Ms. Bianchi about me actually being from an alternate reality, I still didn’t see a need to tell my giant sister.

            “I don’t think so. She just kept me after class, and then said she wanted to see me later.”

            Alison nodded before examining the note again. “It says six o’clock here under the address. Is that when you’re supposed to meet her?”

            I nodded.

            “You dumbass,” my sister said, a look of frustration on her face, “you’ll never make it there now. It’s well past 5! It’ll take you an hour and a half to walk that distance, at least.”

            Oh no! My stomach clamped up. I couldn’t be late for this. Desperately, I searched for an answer.

            “Well, what am I going to do Alison? Would you be willing to bring me?” I blurted.

            My sister frowned for a second, and then a devilish look crawled slowly across her face. I didn’t like the looks of it.

            “I could…” she placed one finger on her lower lip thoughtfully, “If you’d be my slave for a week.”

            What? No!

            “Oh come on Alison, can’t you just do me this one favor?” I pleaded. I really didn’t feel like being her slave, on top of everything else I already owed her.

            “Hmmph.” My sister turned back to her dishes. “Guess you don’t need to go that badly after all.”

            I didn’t have a choice at this point, and time was running out. I caved. “Ok! I’ll agree to be your slave for a week, whatever that means. Just so long as you get me there on time.”

            Without really explaining the parameters of what exactly she wanted me to do, Alison accepted my offer. She scooped me up with a Cheshire grin, and we were out the door.

            ……

            For someone Alison’s size, Ms. Bianchi’s house was only about a half hour walk away, so she had been right when she concluded that I’d never had made it on time. As we got closer and closer to my destination, Alison began to question me regarding the nature of my meeting.

            “So this teacher who wants to see you, it’s Nina Bianchi right?”

            “Yeah.” I looked up at her huge face. My sister’s expression was one of quizzical inquisitiveness.

            “Hmmm. I never had her myself, but I heard she was a good teacher. Big woman.” Alison mulled for a second, nodding slightly. “And you’re seeing her why again?”

            “I’m not sure, I guess.”

            “You’re not in trouble?”

            “Not to my knowledge.”

            “And you’re doing as you’re told in school?”

            I nodded. “Yeah…” I guess I’d done everything I’d been told to do. All Ms. Bianchi had really done was play with me all day though.

            “Hmmm.” Alison said again, obviously pondering something.

            I couldn’t just let the conversation rest. My sister knew something that she wasn’t sharing with me.

            “Why this line of questioning Alison? You’ve never cared this much before.”

            The woman carrying me stopped suddenly and stared at me, a single eyebrow raised in disbelief.

            “Do you honestly not see where this is headed, Dean? Are you that dense?”

            I stared up at her blankly and shrugged. My sister was insinuating something.

            Alison laughed at my ignorance, and then squeezed me tight. “Think squirt. Think hard.”

            I had nothing.

            “I’ll give you a clue. Nina Bianchi. Big woman. Asks you to go to her house without a chaperone after class for no apparent reason… Now do you have any idea what is likely going to happen?”

            I began to slowly realize what my sister was suggesting. Truthfully, the thought that Ms. Bianchi might… do things to me had already crossed my mind. Yet I was sure Ms. Bianchi only wanted to see me so that we could discuss my being from another dimension. I was confident that this visit would be purely business. Of course, I hadn’t told Alison that, so it was only natural that she would arrive at this conclusion. I figured there was no harm in letting her keep thinking along this train of thought.

           “…oh,” I played along, pretending to be shocked.

           Alison laughed again, and continued walking. “I’ll tell you Dean, a woman that size doesn’t stay single for long. She could have the pick of just about any man she wanted, really. Hell, if I was in her position, you wouldn’t have made it out of my office. I’m honestly surprised at how formal she’s being about all this. Though, I can’t fathom why she’d be picking you for this.”

            She winked at me, teasingly, a devious grin on her face.

            While this discussion was beginning to make me feel like a piece of meat, even I had enough pride that I couldn’t let a comment like that slide.

            “Hey! Why wouldn’t she pick someone like me? I’m adorable.”

            Alison shook her head and scoffed. “Squirt, it’s far more likely you’re the only man she can find. Hell, she’s probably just looking for a quickie. After she’s done with you she’ll discard you like yesterday’s newspaper, so don’t get your little hopes up.”

            As that thought sank in, my sister stopped in front of a large house and checked the address on the Post-It note.

            “I think this is it,” she said, and then set me down on the ground.

            I gazed up at the foreboding front door, one built far larger than any other in the neighborhood. There was no man-sized door built into it.

            My sister turned and thundered away, her strides carrying her vast distances. “Try to do a good job, maybe she’ll like you!” She giggled, offering a final piece of advice.

             I watched her walk off, leaving me all to my lonesome. Suddenly, I felt very scared, and anticipation flooded my body. I gulped and scampered over to Ms. Bianchi’s gargantuan door.

           This was all happening so fast.

           I stopped before knocking, desperately trying to catch my breath. The conversation I’d had with Alison had rattled me a bit. I had been positive that Ms. Bianchi had only wanted to have a serious conversation with me, but now I wasn’t so sure. Thoughts flew through my head that caused my heart to race. What was I getting myself into?

           Before I could recover myself, the huge doorknob turned, the lock thundering into place. With a groaning creak, the immense door began to open…

------ Chapter 11 ------

          Like some immense castle gatehouse, Ms. Bianchi’s sizeable front door slowly opened, swinging away from me in an ominous fashion. Outside light flooded in and filled the doorframe, with dramatic yellow backlighting provided from inside the home. As I gaped upwards, a remarkably gargantuan female form filled the doorway, illuminated from all sides as my teacher stepped into view, her footfalls thundering with a percussive rumble against the vast hardwood floor.

           A daunting combination of femininity, beauty, and mass stood before me. I was utterly dwarfed by the statuesque woman, who seemed even larger now that she was outside of the classroom. While I was sure that she meant me no harm, I still began to feel an appropriate level of fear brought on by our difference in size. Apprehension gripped me, and in spite of my best efforts to hide my trepidation, a shiver shot through my knees at the sight of my teacher’s considerable mass.

          Expectantly, Ms. Bianchi gazed down at me from on high, both hands resting on her voluptuous hips.  In response, I meekly smiled and gave a shy little wave.

          “Hey Ms. Bianchi.” I began to feel myself sweating, as the anxiety and nervousness of the situation began to take its toll on my nerves. Being unused to a world where all the women were the size of small buildings was stressful.

          My teacher returned my smile, and swept one of her huge arms through the air in a beckoning gesture. “Well hello there. Come inside, Dean!” With one booming step backwards she cordially made way for me to enter- as if I needed the spare room. When she stepped, watched the tiniest tufts of dust fly up from the floor as her gargantuan heel came down, a detail that I was sure I could only perceive because of my decreased stature. While interesting, at that moment it only served to further remind me of my lowly place in this society.

          Carefully, I made my way over the threshold of the door and into her home, staring upwards at her the entire time. Despite my innate fear of her, Ms. Bianchi was an absolute goddess, the most beautiful thing I’d ever had the fortune of laying eyes upon. Her loveliness was so profound that it was just as intimidating as her size, and I began to feel my throat tightening as I walked by her. By the end of this meeting I was sure I’d be a nervous wreck.

          Without a doubt, I had been enamored with her while at school, yet in her casual attire, she was even more stunning. Ms. Bianchi had changed into some very tight fitting black capris that clung to her queenly, curvaceous thighs. She complemented the look with an equally form fitted top, a low cut teal shirt that hugged the oceanic swell of her bosom. It had always been apparent to everyone that Ms. Bianchi was a considerably busty woman, yet in her professional life she had never worn attire that accentuated that particular aspect of her figure. Now, in this informal meeting with her casual clothes on, one could see the true outline of her substantial bust. Her breasts, impossibly large and round, hovered high above me like overinflated hot air balloons. To say that they were nice to look at would be an understatement.

            I made my way past her, and once I was clear, she quietly shut the door behind me. Even though I knew she was being as careful as possible for someone her size, it was as if the enormous bulkhead of her door had been practically slammed shut. It had the effect of cutting off my only escape route. While I knew it wasn’t her intention, the sensation left me feeling like I’d just been trapped, locked away in the vast dungeon of this woman’s home.

            “Why don’t we head into the living room then, and I’ll fix us something to drink?”  Three booming steps carried Ms. Bianchi far past me, and she gestured in the direction of the living room. “Just find a place to sit in there for the meantime.”

            Mindful of my teacher’s man-crushing heels, I made my way around a corner and into her living room- a room the size of an airport hangar. Of course, all the furniture was matched to her scale as well, so I needed to literally climb onto the cushions of her brown leather couch to take a seat. While I waited, I could hear Ms. Bianchi bustling about in the kitchen nearby. I had to readjust myself because I was nearly falling backwards into the soft plushy crack of the leather couch cushion. It was one of those interesting hardships of living in a society not built for my size, and it made me extremely grateful of things I’d enjoyed in my old life. At that moment, I realized that there was much I had taken for granted.

            Overall, her house was orderly and scholarly, and in many aesthetic respects it mirrored her office. It was obvious from the first glance that her occupation consisted of some type of educational or academic work.  The room smelled meticulously clean, and was dimly lit. There was a fairly extensive bookshelf, a large screen TV (which may as well have been a movie theater screen to me), and a well lit metal work desk that was tucked away in a corner, the top of which was cluttered with half made lesson plans. Ms. Bianchi was probably a very smart woman.

            Thunderous steps announced her entrance into the living room, and as she left the kitchen I could see she was carrying a large glass in one hand. It was filled with some sort of mixed drink, likely alcoholic. Walking up next to me, she set the glass down on the coffee table in front of me, flipped on a lamp and prepared to sit on the couch next to me. Her car sized ass plummeted downwards, landing with cushiony thud fairly close to me. The black, thinly stretched fabric of her capri pants seemed to struggle against the girth of her womanly thighs, and I could distinctly make out each detail of the fabric because she had sat so close to me. Additionally, her extensive mass caused the leather surface to bow towards her as her butt buried itself in the couch cushion. This tilted my whole perspective to one side and caused me to involuntarily lean towards her gargantuan thighs. I did my best to offset this chance and keep a respectable distance.

            Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders as she leaned closer, to get a better look at me.

            “I suppose you are probably wondering why I brought you here?”  She mused while taking a long pull from her drink while casting her gaze down at me. Her question seemed almost playful, for the moment it appeared she had dropped the strict teacher routine. I surmised that she wasn’t working anymore, so therefore it wasn’t necessary to maintain her professional reputation. Perhaps tonight I would get the chance to see the real Ms. Bianchi. Her change in demeanor helped put me at ease, and was very welcomed.

            I nodded in response. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest at the sight of her, and I couldn’t decide if it was from fear or infatuation. It was likely a mixture of both. Ms. Bianchi flashed a lighthearted grin and continued.

            “Let’s just say I’m going to be running some observations on you, little Dean. I want to learn as much as I can about where you came from. In order to do that I’ll need to consistently have you on hand. That means you’ll need to be by my side 24/7, 100 percent of the time. Do you understand what I’m asking?”

            I’d have to be with Ms. Bianchi all of the time? The thought excited and intrigued me, but I knew it simply wasn’t a realistic request. Personally, I sort of wanted to comply, but I knew ultimately I would have to turn her down. I knew my response to her demand would need to be as diplomatic as possible.

          “Well… on basic principle I guess I follow you,” I muttered meekly, “but what about my family? My mother is going to wonder where I am. Even though I want to help… I don’t think I can do what you’re asking of me.”

          Undeterred, Ms. Bianchi took another long pull from her drink and carefully set it down, the percussive effect of this simple action reverberating through my tiny ears. To me, the glass she was drinking out of was larger than most garbage cans, and I was sure it came up well past my waist. The noise it made when she set it down against the hard glass table top was unsettlingly loud, despite her efforts.

          “I’ll just declare that you’re my property.” She stated matter-of-factly, and leaned backwards with an overtly satisfied look on her face, as if she’d just won a high stakes card game.

          Not her following at all, I cocked my head to the side and squinted up at her. “What…?”

          The titanic woman laughed loudly. “You truly aren’t from here, are you? How else could you work up the gumption to question my declaration of ownership?” She raised an eyebrow and shook her head in amusement at what must have been a maverick and ballsy response on my part.

          Confused, I couldn’t help but feel like I was somehow majorly disrespecting her in some way. At the moment, the candid shock value was dismissible, but if I continued the conversation in this ignorant manner I had a suspicion that she might get very upset. “I’m sorry if I don’t understand. Could you please explain it to me?”

          Ms. Bianchi took yet another drink and smirked. “I guess I should, huh? Ok…” She finished her drink off, again loudly setting the cup on the top of the coffee table.

           “When a woman wants a man to be her property, she makes a formal declaration of ownership. Provided that she is larger than the woman who previously owned him, she then gains his custody. When that happens, the man completely belongs to her, and is obligated to see to her needs. Normally, women will declare ownership when they have intentions to mate.”

           I nodded while I listened. “Where I’m from we just call that ‘marriage’.”

           My monumental teacher squinted like she’d never heard the term, which, considering the state of this matriarchal society, she probably hadn’t. “At any rate, I’m sure I’m far larger than your mother, who no doubt is your current owner. You will live with me until I’m done experimenting on you, where I will then cast you aside and you can move back in with your mother. I’ll get my experiment results, you’ll gain the prestigious reputation of allegedly having mated with a woman as large as myself, your mother will eventually get you back, and everyone will be happy.”

           I chewed that over for a few seconds. She made it sound as if it were the answer to everyone’s problems. Still, I was skeptical.

           “So let me get this straight… You are going to be my owner, do your observations, and then just drop me?”

          “Precisely. Don’t worry, I’m sure some smaller woman than myself will be glad to take you, especially after you have been with me. Honestly, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far without ever being claimed. You must have quite the large mother. Too bad she’s not a big as me.”

           I suddenly realized several implications of what she was saying. First, it hit me just how critical size was for women in this world. A bigger woman essentially got whatever she wanted. Smaller women had to cater to larger ones. Size directly correlated to power, it formed a visible rank the structure of the social hierarchy, and as a quality it ranked at the top of women’s desirable traits.

          Secondly, the lack of visible men in society was probably due in part to this declaration of ownership. Any available man would quickly be snatched up to be the private house slave of some domineering female. It would be in her best interest to keep him tucked away, lest some bigger woman saw him and snatched him up. While I was positive men still weren’t valued in society -being its smallest members- I was sure a personal servant had at least some tangible worth. Otherwise men would probably be much more visible. To me at least, this seemed to be a reasonable conclusion.

          Finally, and most importantly, I was excited by the possibility of being with someone like Ms. Bianchi. It was like a dream come true. But I was troubled by the realization that at any moment, when the mood struck her, Ms. Bianchi could cast me aside like garbage. Perhaps it was foolish of me, but I would have felt much more comfortable with a solid commitment from her. I thought that I truly wouldn’t mind having her own me so long as she promised to always own me.

          At least, with her size, it was unlikely a bigger woman was going to come along and take me.

          My enormous teacher spoke, bringing me back to the conversation at hand. “I can see you’re deep in thought. You do realize that I own you now, correct? This isn’t negotiable.”

          Processing the gravity of what she was saying, I reluctantly nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

           “Then you may want to try being more grateful.” She smirked, amused at my ignorant and flagrant disregard for the norms of her society. “I’ll overlook your disrespectful manner this time, but in the future I’m going to show you what I expect out of you. You’ll be a modern man before we’re through, I promise.”

------ Chapter 12 ------

           We conversed on her couch for several hours, with Ms. Bianchi questioning me about my “home” universe. To me, the whole evening seemed surreal. It was almost like I was on a date with this goddess, yet she did her best to keep the banter fairly professional. Ms. Bianchi went so far as to grab some paper to keep notes, jotting down various responses that interested her. Perhaps I was wishing for something that wasn’t there, but the whole evening’s discussion seemingly had this false veneer of professional, scholarly research obfuscating a genuine interest. I’d never been super in-tune with the ladies, but I could tell something about me sparked her intellectual curiosity. My female questioner was doing her best to hide it, but I felt I was picking up on some tell tale signs of possible romantic interest.

           Eventually the discussion relaxed, some of the initial walls came down, and I began to ask questions of Ms. Bianchi myself.

           “So far all we’ve done is talked about where I came from, and obviously our worlds are very different. I guess I’d like to know a little bit about this place, Ms. Bianchi.”

           The woman gave a quirky smile at my sudden interest. “What is it you want to know?” She lowered her notepad and squinted at me. “And feel free to call me Nina.”

           My heart fluttered as she focused in on me. Under her gaze, I felt like I was being examined through a microscope.

          “Women here are significantly taller than what I’m used to. If you don’t mind me asking, exactly how tall are you Nina?”

          Barely able to conceal her pride, my teacher puffed out her bust and announced she was “32 feet tall, and still growing.”

         I balked at her answer. Currently, the largest woman I knew was my own mother, who was probably around 20 feet tall. Nina was a giantess in a world of giantesses.

          “You’re still growing?” I could hardly contain my welling curiosity.

         “Of course! Women never stop growing, and there are products to help them.” Nina grinned with amusement at my apparent ignorance.

          Products? “You mean there are things you can buy to make you grow?”

          “Yes. They’re quite expensive, so only the really wealthy can afford them.”

          “Would you use those products if you could Nina?” I had to ask.

          “Silly Dean, I do use them… when I can get them!” She smiled coyly at me. Interestingly, her expression was very familiar to me. It was the same look older women made when you tried to guess their age and came up short.

          I let her statement settle in for a bit. The company that made these products was probably rolling in the dough by now, as millions of women shelled out countless fortunes for the chance to grow just a little taller.

          “Who’s the largest woman in the world?” I asked.

          Nina leaned back and raised an eyebrow, “Madame President.”

          It seemed to make sense that the biggest woman would be the one in charge.  “And how tall is she?”

          “About 50 feet now, give or take.” She sighed. I sensed a thinly veiled envy in her voice.

          “That’s absolutely gargantuan.” I flopped to my seat in awe, trying to wrap my brain around just how big that truly was. I tried to picture a woman three times the size of my mother, or about twice the size of Ms. Bianchi. Madame President’s foot was probably longer than I was tall. Undoubtedly, she was incredibly powerful, basically a goddess in her own right. On one hand, I’d hate to run across her simply because I’d be afraid a woman that big might step on me without even realizing it, yet on the other hand I was curious to experience what it would be like to be in the presence of a woman with that kind of power. Since being transported to this new realm, I could feel myself starting to develop a strange new taste for larger women. There was something sexually alluring, something absolutely thrilling about being around or with women with the power to snuff you out simply by stepping, sitting in the wrong spot, or just generally being careless. It made a man particularly attentive to the massive ladies around him, if only because it was essential for his survival. It felt good to be attentive, to be more mindful.

            As I pondered this thought, Nina got up to leave, causing the cushion to forcefully rebound to its natural position. As she rose, I gazed up at her massive, sensual buttocks as she sauntered back into the kitchen to mix herself another drink. The feminine sway of her taut cheeks caused a significant stirring in my loins. I think at that moment I came to terms with the fact that a giant woman was still a woman, and I definitely realized that larger, more enhanced women certainly had more to offer than I had previously thought. As I listened to the mountainous Nina Bianchi prepare her drink from the other room, I began to seriously wonder for the first time what sexual relations would be like with her at her size. Would it be dangerous? Undoubtedly. But if the she was careful enough it would probably be pretty enjoyable.   

          With rumbling footfalls, she came back into the living room and sat down again, kicking off her heels. In one hand, she held another mixed drink, and in the other was a small packet, almost like a sugar packet. On it was written “Growth-Rite, female growth supplement.”

          She tore the package open and poured the contents into her drink, swirled it around to mix it in. Nina noticed my curiosity.

          “See?” she pointed to the label, “I try to take some at least once a year, but it’s so expensive. It takes a while to kick in, but it really does work.”

          She took a good long pull and sighed before melting into the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table. I could tell the alcohol she’d drank earlier was taking effect, as her body language signaled that she was ready to relax for the night and take it easy. The woman leaned back with her eyes closed for a second.

          I glanced across the chasm between the couch and the coffee table to where Nina’s bare feet were resting and thought of a way I could make myself useful, and perhaps win some points with my new owner. Carefully, I stood up.

          “Hold still Nina, I’m going to help you relax.”

          She opened one suspicious eye and cocked an eyebrow as she watched me move across the cushion, and up onto her thigh. Teetering carefully, I performed the necessary balancing act to cross the chasm between the couch and the table by using the length of Nina’s legs like a bridge. I found the mound of her knees difficult to traverse, but before long I was on the glass top of the coffee table.

          My teacher watched me with quizzical curiosity as I sized up her feet, circling around them to get a sense of how to go about with my plan. I had never laid eyes on feet so big, so massaging them would present a challenge.

          A single foot looked as large as a refrigerator, and was probably as heavy. At nearly five feet tall and just over two feet wide, rubbing Nina’s foot would be difficult work, and I wondered if she would even feel my efforts. Her big toe alone was about the size of a basketball, and her other toes were equivalent to softballs. Gingerly, I touched her pink painted toes with one hand. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a faint smile spreading across Nina’s lips as she registered my touch.

            Seeing her encouraging look, I got right to working rubbing her toes. I ran my hands over the soft arch of her foot, worked my way in between her toes and in the crevices. Surprisingly, and much to my relief, I discovered that her feet did not have an overpowering or foul odor, despite being cramped in her heels all day. If anything, they had a faintly feminine, delightful smell that I found absolutely entrancing.

            Her soles, soft and padded, showed slight tell tale signs of age but remained pliable and supple. Overall, her feet were very well taken care of; clean and attractive, the sexy mature feet of a thirty-something woman who took care to look after herself. I stroked the toes of my new “owner” and felt a warm feeling in my stomach as she relaxed. Her face beamed with a pleasant glow, her eyes went half lidded, and she let out a deep sigh as all the stress melted out of her being. It felt great to have that effect on her. I put more effort into my massage, more eager than ever to please this goddess of mine, this woman to which I was enamored.

            As I worked my tiny body against her sole, I began to feel something. An odd warmth overtook Nina, and her rate of breathing increased slightly. I pressed my entire body against her balmy foot to better sense what was happening. As I did this, I could feel the temperature increasing, and then the expanding started.

            Her foot grew slowly at first, almost imperceptibly so. The skin on the woman’s thick sole rasped slowly against my own skin, expanding in all directions. I clasped my hand on one of her toes to hang on, and I could feel the growing foot pulling me in the air as it lengthened. Ms. Bianchi gasped, slamming her hands against the couch to brace herself as the effects of the Growth-Rite took hold.

            The couch creaked as she gained weight. The sides of her butt flowed over the cushions, taking up more and more room. Her beautiful head rose up, crawling ever so slightly upwards towards the ceiling, and her clothes stretched tightly against her voluptuous form. Large globular breasts struggled against the flimsy fabric of her bra, easily pouring out of the now far-too-small cups. With sudden force, the first few buttons on her poor shirt popped open, giving way as it was unable to contain her growing bosom any further.

            “Yessssss…” Nina huffed, her eyes clenched shut, a pleasurable snarl spread across her sexy lips. “That’s it…”

            Her rounded, curvaceous form expanded, becoming curvier as her hips and thighs thickened. In a daze, Nina tilted her head backwards, enjoying the growth and basking in the experience. Her bosom was pressed into the air, her breasts inflating ever so slightly, becoming much rounded and fuller. Her large tennis ball sized nipples struggled against her taut shirt as more of her cavernous cleavage was exposed. The woman’s entire frame had elongated, but her proportions actually increased as well. The load bearing muscles on her body grew larger and firmer, thickening ever so slightly to accommodate the increased mass. It had the effect of making her somehow seem even more womanly.

            I watched the entire process in disbelief, scantly blinking as this amazing transformation took place. The erotic display had an effect on me in other areas as well. The goddess’ chest heaved as her heart raced, and I spotted her hand draped over the valley of her crotch. Her fingers moved in small, tender circles, and I noticed the beginnings of wet stain forming in her black pants. Nina’s growth was an orgasmic experience for her, and I felt supremely grateful to have been able to witness it. At that moment, I completely forgot all the terrible differences between my old reality and this one, and for the first time felt as if I might enjoy staying here.

            Finished, Nina’s head tilted forward, and her black hair cascaded over her gorgeous face. Even her hair seemed longer, more voluminous. My teacher continued stroking herself, and her eyes locked with mine.

            “Too bad that’s over.” Her carnal gaze fixated on me, her eyes mentally undressing me. She spoke slowly, her voice lowered to a sultry growl.  “I rather like that part. There’s something about becoming larger, more dominant… it’s really quite the turn on. I like knowing that I can have any man, anytime I want. Knowing that I have immense power over him, power that he could never achieve or ever hope to achieve. And now, I’ve gained even more power over him.” She bit her lower lip before continuing.

            “I think… a woman like myself deserves a bit of a reward for growing so much, don’t you?”

            I nodded vigorously, my mind having gone blank under her predatory gaze.

            “Do you think there is anything you can do to help?” Her eyebrow shot up and she smiled haughtily. She certainly was enjoying playing with me.

            “Yes Nina. I would love to help you.” The words spilled out of my mouth.

            “Good.” With that, she tore her capri pants and panties open at the crotch, exposing her engorged lady parts to me. “Get to work then.”

            I walked back across the chasm between the coffee table and the couch. Navigating across her now longer and thicker legs was a bit easier than before.

            My teacher’s fingers slid over her pubic mound, splitting her massive labia open and exposing her clitoris. My felt my face go flush and my eyes widened. What exactly did she want me to do?

            “Do you need me to give you an anatomy lesson, or do you just want me to take it from here?” She asked from on high, a hint of amusement in her voice. She didn’t even wait for an answer before responding to her own question.

            “What a silly question, we both know I’m in control here.” With that, her free hand cupped the back of my head and tenderly lowered my face into her crotch. The musky scent and heat of her vagina washed over me as I got closer. As Nina pressed me into the pink slickness, her hips bucked upwards to accept me.

            I placed my hands on the sides of her inner thighs to brace myself. This was really happening! The thick, hot walls of her labia pressed against my face, and Nina’s huge fingers maneuvered my head over her vulva. She placed me how she wanted, her hips gyrating ever so slightly into my face. I licked the gigantic, sticky pussy and discovered the taste wasn’t unbearable. With more vigor, I began to explore her crevasse with my tongue.

            I felt one of Nina’s long fingers slide down my back and under my belt. With a gentle pull she tugged my pants and boxers off, and in another second had removed my shirt in a similar fashion. Completely nude, I continued to service her as best I could while she undressed me. I loved her pussy, worshiped it. I wanted to bathe in her juices, to bask in her gloriously slick, wet pinkness. I wanted her womanhood to envelop me, to surround my body and squeeze me in an oppressive embrace.

            I pulled at her lips, spreading them further as I licked and rubbed furiously. The hot vagina responded to my touch, widening ever so slightly but still remaining taut. I couldn’t see Ms. Bianchi’s face, but I could hear her making strange noises, ranging from low feminine grunts to small pleasurable squeaks. Her breathing was got heavier and heavier the more I pressed against her.

            Rubbing her walls enthusiastically, I got her to widen even more for me. Her pussy produced more juices, lubricating her sheath in anticipation. I planted my doll-sized face against her clit and began eating it out furiously. I even nibbled the engorged pink mound gently, driving my giantess mad as I teased her. I continued working on her until she let out a frustrated grunt of exasperation. Her fingers tightened around me hard, crushing me in aggravation as she suddenly held me up to her face.

            “Get IN me already.” The goddess growled, flashing me a look that said she was thoroughly done playing.

            With both hands, she lined my body up and plunged me feet first into her wetness. A satisfied sigh left her lips as she sheathed me. Starting slowly at first, she worked me in and out, at times nearly burying me up to my chest inside her. Her pink painted thumb spanned my chest, while her other fingers cradled my torso, clenching me as tightly as she could as she increased the tempo. There was nothing I could do but enjoy the ride. At times I could actually gaze up at her, and the view was fantastic. Ms. Bianchi’s torso spanned out before me like a landscape, her taut stomach muscles creating sexy little hills before the massive, jiggly mountains that were her breasts dominated the distant horizon. Peaked with puffy, erect nipples they bounced and lolled as she fucked, crashing against her sweat soaked chest like impossibly heavy boulders. The weighty, fleshy globes made powerful thundering sounds as they smacked against the sweaty underside of her chest, and I felt sure that if one landed on me I would be crushed instantly by their glorious mass. Peaking between her valley-like cleavage, I caught glimpses of her beautiful face, as large as the sun. Her eyes closed in rapture; her expression was one of complete sexual bliss.

            Nina worked me like a human dildo, ramrodding me deeper and deeper into her until we both climaxed. Of course, her orgasm was much more powerful and noticeable than mine was. She held back a choking gasp as her strong pussy muscles quivered, wracking my body over and over with her gigantic vibrations. Eventually, the waves of pleasure subsided, and her grip on me relaxed. We sat in silence for several minutes, as I listened to her catch her breath.

            Eventually, she spoke candidly. “Good. That was good.”

            A few more deep breaths.

            “I love being huge. I need to go bigger.”

------ Chapter 13 ------

            Fingers still grasping me tightly, she pulled my lower body out of her slick love tunnel, stood, and carried me over to her kitchen sink. Humming nonchalantly, she ran warm water over my naked body, doing her best to clean me. Long power female fingers explored every crevice of my body.

            “You’re so cute.” Nina suddenly gushed, in an uncharacteristically girly way. “It’s like your little arms and legs have gotten even smaller now.” Her face beamed down at me, warm with a sexual after-glow. I could tell that she had really enjoyed herself.

            “Are you feeling better, my goddess?” I asked.

            “Hmm. If by “better” you mean “bigger”, then yes.” Nina smirked confidently and set me down on the countertop. She stretched up to her full height, raising her arms above her head. Now that she was so much taller, it wasn’t hard for her to reach her high vaulted ceiling. It occurred to me that if she grew any larger she wouldn’t be able to fit in her own home anymore.

            “You’re getting too big for you house.” I commented, and she blushed as if she’d been complimented.

          “I wonder how much taller I’ve grown this time?” Nina headed into the pantry, and placed her back against special wall which had measurements denoted on it. The gigantic woman took a reading of her height.

          “37 feet! That’s a five foot increase!”

           I climbed down from the countertop, using the edges of the kitchen drawers as footholds. I noticed I was already feeling more comfortable with climbing up and down everything. Nina was incredibly excited at her increase in size, so I scampered over to her and began kissing her feet in a congratulatory way. It seems like the thing to do.

          “Mhmm, that’s right.” Ms. Bianchi placed her hands on her hips as I kissed each individual toe, “Your goddess is even larger now. That’s the way to praise her. You’re lucky to have such a large woman protecting you and...” Her words floated off.

          Shadows loomed larger around me as she stooped to pick me up. I was launched upwards as her powerful back muscles straightened her out. Nina crooked me under one arm, cradling me like a baby.

         “Are you hungry?” She cooed, affectionately brushing my forehead with a single finger. “I can try to feed you.”

          I was a bit hungry, now that she mentioned it. In fact, as my body pressed against the warm heaviness of her breast, I felt famished. Although I still wasn’t too comfortable with the way men had to eat in this reality, I couldn’t argue with my stomach. Besides, if Nina was going to “own” me, I’d better get used to her breasts.

          I was carried back into the living room. The woman seated herself on her leather couch (now a bit small for her), and adjusted me for comfort. A massive female hand began rubbing her left boob, massaging and kneading the weighty fleshy globe. Pink painted fingertips tugged at her big nipples, drawing them out more and more. Nina’s left arm tensed up, pulling my whole body into her boob, while her right hand guided the jutting nipple into my mouth. I made contact with her, and began almost involuntarily sucking I was so hungry. I could feel my body becoming weaker with every passing minute.

          As I gazed upward, I could see her mountainous shoulder, with rivers of dark black hair cascading down it and crashing into sexy curls. Her gorgeous face was etched in an expression of concern. Her fingers worked her breast, massaging and kneading, trying desperately to draw something out. But nothing came.

          Hunger took me quickly and suddenly. I went from being fine one minute to running on empty the next. I’d feel something like this happen in my old reality if I’d skipped a meal or something, but this new type of hunger was so much more powerful than that. All my energy drained out of me. It felt as if starvation was setting in, and I began to grow a little scared.

          Nina’s brow furrowed further as she struggled with her own boobs.  I could feel frustration welling up inside her as the minutes ticked by. Finally, in an exasperated huff she pulled me away from her chest and set me beside her on the couch.

          “It’s not working.” She admitted. I could tell she felt like a failure, so I placed a hand on her thigh. My tummy winced in pain.

          “It’s ok Nina. We can try again later.” Sitting cross legged on the couch, I weakly attempted to make her feel better.

          She shook her head. “It’s a bit silly of me, but I should have foreseen this. I’m not your mother- my body hasn’t adjusted to taking care of a man. For tonight, I’m going to have to send you back to your mother because I’ve overlooked this fact.”

          “I can stay. I’ll be ok.” I piped.

          The woman looked down on me and cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t be silly, little man. If you’re not fed soon you’ll starve. I’m sending you back home.”

          She lowered her face down to my level. “It’s very sweet of you to want to stay by my side. But I have to do this. It’ll only be temporary! I’ll purchase some hormones at the store tomorrow and I’ll be ready to go in a day or so. Until then, I want you to stay with your mother and sister. Do you understand little one?”

         I nodded, and Ms. Bianchi leaned forward and kissed me with her giant lips. I wrapped my arms around her cheeks in a loving embrace.

------ Chapter 14 ------

          Nina had called my house, and my mother and sister came to pick me up. Alison drove the car while my mother fed me. As I ate she scolded me for going too long without eating, warning me against the dangers of male starvation. Apparently, a man’s digestive system can’t last very long without milk, and starvation can set in within a 24 hour period. Men were completely dependent on breast-feeding women simply to survive, a fact my domineering mother gleefully pointed out.

          Alison pulled the car up to the driveway, and mom carried me into the house.

          She sniffed. “Dean, when was the last time you had a bath?”  She set me down on the top on the kitchen table.

          I shrugged, “A while ago,” I lied. I didn’t want my mother knowing what Ms. Bianchi had just done.

          The large blonde woman scowled and placed her hands on her hips. “Really? When was it? You smell.”

          I feigned ignorance. Mother sighed, “Alison, would you please give your brother a bath? I’m far too tired tonight to do it.”

          Alison smirked slyly. “Sure thing, Mom. I would love to.” I could tell she was planning something by the way she eagerly scooped me up. “I’ll give him… a good soak.”

          As my sister turned to carry me upstairs, I heard my mother call back “Don’t you torment him!”

          …….

           Alison set me down on the sink top as she prepared a bath.  She started the bathwater, filling the porcelain tub with warm sudsy water before turning and opening a large cabinet. The woman gleefully rummaged through the shelves, pulling out a pedicure kit.

         “Here’s what you’re going to be doing tonight.” She announced in a sing song fashion. “Did you think I would forget how you owe me?”

         I glowered at her, and peered over the ledge of the sink. The oversized bathtub looked like a giant whirlpool- it was easily 20 feet across, 10 feet wide and several feet deep. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to having my sister bathe me. Uncomfortably, I turned back to her to protest.

          “Do you really need to do this? I’m perfectly capable of washing myself, you know.”

           “I’m sure you are.” Alison set the pedicure kit near the edge of the tub. “But this way is more fun. Besides, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve washed you.”

           She reached out with one hand and gripped me around the waist. “I take care of you so much, I’m practically your mother too, Dean. I mean, I dress you, bathe you, take you places. Did you forget that already?” She jutted out her lower lip and fluttered her eyelashes in an obvious grab for sympathy.

          I rolled my eyes in response and huffed. Alison lifted me off the countertop and placed me in her lap.

          As I gazed up at her, an evil grin spread across her face. Without warning, her invasive fingers found their way under my clothes, and she began undressing me.

          “You did forget, didn’t you!? And I’d be willing to bet you’ve forgotten your promise to me earlier. The one where you agreed to be my slave for a week?”

          She jerked my shirt off over my head. Pinning me with her fingers, she laughed as she began tugging at my pants.

           “Little Dean thinks he can get out of being a slave by running to his teacher. Big Sister Alison is still going to have her fun…”

           She stripped me down and dropped my naked body in the bath. As the warm, sudsy water washed over me I panicked. Desperately, I tried to climb the sides of the tub, but they were far too slick. Luckily, the tub wasn’t so deep that I couldn’t touch the bottom, but the water was about level with my shoulders. The curved edge of the tub was too high up for me to get a good grip and pull myself out. I struggled a bit before giving in. I was hopelessly stuck.

          I heard the sound of distant clothes falling to the ground as Alison undressed. Two thunderous footsteps followed, causing waves in the water from the percussion.

          Unable to help myself, I gazed upward in awe as my monstrous sister’s naked foot appeared above me and crashed down into the water. The impact was large enough to send waves of water and bubbles rushing over me. The rest of her body followed. Her mass was so great that tidal waves smashed my tiny body, flipping me end over end. As I struggled to bring my head above water, I realized her body had displaced so much water that the sea level of the tub was now almost above my head.

          My face broke over the surface, and I breathed in deep only to get a mouthful of sudsy bubble bath. The stinging soap choked my eyes, nose and throat. Rippling waves reverberated across the tub, dunking my head under and I lost my footing in the current. In a panic, I surfaced and hacked once before slipping below the surface yet again, convinced I was about to drown.

           A large foot slipped underneath me, and I grabbed onto it pitifully as my sister used her foot to effortlessly raise me above the water. My arms entangled in her toes as I desperately clung to her, wrapping my entire naked form around her warm but slippery foot.

          “Gotcha squirt.” Alison laughed playfully.

          “I almost *hack* drowned!” I sputtered angrily.  Turning, I shot her a glare.

          Alison was relaxed, leaning back far enough for the billowy piles of bubble bath to cover her. She obviously enjoyed the power she had over me at the moment, as her expression was one of mischief.

          “Oh, you’re fine,” she rolled her eyes dismissively, “but what are you doing all over there, clinging to sissy’s foot? Why don’t you come say hello?”

          With a devilish smile she began raising her leg, slanting it so I would slide towards her. I clung to her calf, but the slippery water made my grip give way. I was suddenly launched forward, sliding down the smooth length of Alison’s shaved calves. Tumbling over her beach ball sized knee I splashed into her stomach. Panicky, I scrambled forward to her belly button and sat up, my head suddenly breaking the surface.

          Alison giggled, her tummy bobbing me up and down with her laughter. “You tickle, squirt!”

          I didn’t like being teased like this, but while I was perched on her stomach I could at least keep my head above water. The situation was less than ideal, but it sure beat drowning.

          Amused, Alison reached out and wrapped her hand around my chest, holding me in place. Her free hand began massaging my left arm, rubbing the length of my arm between her fingers.

          “Let’s get you clean, slave boy.”

          Alison’s fingers worked their way across every part of my body, soaking me and soaping me up. She squeezed my face, tickled my underarms, and pinched my cheeks, leaving no area unwashed. Giggling as she worked, my sister periodically dunked me underwater to rinse me. There was little warning before she submerged me. Clearly, the massive woman was enjoying the power she had over me, absolutely aware of how belittling the whole situation was. She didn’t care- this was fun for her.

          Finally, she cast me off of her body, tossing me into the water nonchalantly. She began scrubbing herself. Treading water, I briefly watched as she ran her hands over her chest before I turned away. I didn’t want to watch if I didn’t have to.

         After a few minutes Alison was clean and she stepped out of the tub. I heard her drying herself with a towel for a second before her massive form loomed over the edge of the tub.

          “Bath time is over, squirt. Now the real fun begins.”

------ Chapter 15 ------

          Her hands scooped my naked body up, up, up. Her body was draped in towels, and she held me to her bosom and cradled me crooked in one arm. Alison’s free hand grabbed the pedicure kit as she left the bathroom.

          My sister’s bare wet footfalls thundered as she walked, the sound reverberating off the hallway walls, accentuating her massive weight. She walked past the doorway to my bedroom and entered her own room, shutting the massive bulkhead of a door behind her.

          Alison’s room was sporty, with a few feminine items scattered throughout. Posters of large, muscular female athletes adorned the walls. There was a jewelry box the size of a couch on top of a dresser as large as a house. A few stuffed animals, each as big as I was, lay on the pink carpeted floor. In the far corner was an impressive weight set, with dumbbells and a bench press. The numbers on the plates looked quite big.

          She deposited me on her bed, before turning over to her closet and dropping her towels. Briefly, I caught sight of her naked backside before shielding my eyes. Alison rummaged through her closet and pulled on a tight-fitting neon green spaghetti strap stank top and some sporty, black shorty shorts. She turned to me and pounced on the bed.

          The weight of her body slamming into the bed nearly caused me to flip off the edge. It was like the game “Popcorn” on a trampoline. Alison reclined on her bed, grabbed the pedicure kit and dropped it in front of me.

           “All right slave. Do my feet.” She chirped as she deposited one large foot in my naked lap. Her light pink painted toes wiggled. I could see miniscule chips forming in the polish. Alison tilted the pedicure kit over so I could access the contents. Amazingly, every tool had small handholds built into them so tiny men could use them.

          I pulled out a file the size of a longsword and gripped the handle.  I could wield it one handed, and I waved it about in the air, testing the weight. Dropping into a fighting stance, I tapped Alison’s foot with the “blade” and hopped to one side, holding the file en garde.

          “Die, vile foot monster!”  I laughed, playing around.

          Alison frowned and raised her foot in the air menacingly. “Get to work, before I stomp you into the dirt.” My gargantuan sister wasn’t having any of it.

          I dropped the file and pulled out some clippers the size of hedge trimmers, an emery board, big foam toe separators, cotton balls and a bottle of polish remover. Alison dropped a bottle of black nail polish near me as I got to work.

          Working diligently, I doused huge cotton balls in nail polish remover and began scrubbing each individual toe. It took about fifteen minutes, but eventually I got all her toes clean. Alison actually had pretty perfect feet, with nice square nails and smooth skin. With the foam toe separators put in place, I uncapped the bottle of jet black nail polish and began placing strokes on her nails. I covered each nail carefully, glancing up at my sister every so often. The gargantuan woman hardly paid me any attention as I worked. She was reading a sports magazine with a muscular female football player on the cover, flipping the pages and sighing every so often. I could detect a hint of jealousy in her tone.

          Alison spotted me and flipped the magazine around. “Wouldn’t it be great if I was as big as her?” she exclaimed in a frustrated manner.

           I examined the picture. A large, beautiful blonde athlete was featured in the article Alison was reading. She looked like a sprinter of some sort, and judging by the scale was probably about 20 feet tall, which was about the same height as Alison. However, the thing that struck me the most about this professional athlete was her exaggerated musculature. The thickness of her thighs was absolutely shocking. I had never seen a woman so strong looking.

           Frowning in a huff, Alison pulled her magazine back. “I’m not even growing any taller, and my weight training is plateauing. At this rate I’ll never get bigger.”

          “You’re plenty big to me.” I tried to offer condolences.

          She scoffed. “You little men are so lucky. You never have to worry about height, or size. You never have to deal with the pressure of measuring up to other women.”

           I felt like shooting something back about how I had no rights or freedom at ALL, and how there was no truly comparison between her situation and mine, but I thought better of it. As a woman, she wouldn’t listen or understand anyway, so I saved my breath. I simply went back to her toes.

           Alison frowned and flexed her bicep, inspecting it. It formed up into a tight ball, and in my opinion it looked very impressive. She was clearly quite well built and athletic, maybe getting even a little on the “muscular” side. She was certainly far bigger than I remembered her in my old world. My sister however, was clearly quite dissatisfied with it. I thought back to the old reality, where many women struggled with weight and body image issues. While the parameters of what constituted beauty and desirability had changed in this reality, women’s dissatisfaction with their own bodies certainly had not.  If my previous experiences were anything to judge, the female body obsession seemed even worse here, to the point where it was the driving force behind nearly everything in society.

          I finished her toes, fanning the polish slightly so it would dry faster. I thought I had done a pretty good job, so I tapped the soft skin on the top of her foot to get her attention. Alison put down her magazine, inspected my work, and concluded that I was done. Her solid hand wrapped around my waist, and she lifted me off of her bed and set me down on the carpet. She opened her bedroom door and dismissed me, saying that she didn’t need me anymore and that I was free to go. As she shut the door I heard her walk over to her weight set to begin training.

           I left her bedroom and wandered about in the hallway, gazing up at the high vaulted ceiling that looked so alien now. Because the scale of my house was so enlarged it completely threw off my perspective, making everything seem strange and new. Reaching a hand out, I touched the wall next to me. All the details of the drywall seemed to pop out, the texture of the paint, the minor divots and cracks that I otherwise would have missed. Being a small person in this new world was certainly a different sensory experience.

           I had almost made it my own bedroom when I heard my mother’s footsteps coming up the stairs. It was strange, but I could tell by the pace, vibrations and sound that she was tired and getting ready for bed. It was just something I could pick up on, like I could “feel” her mood as she walked.

          Thoom… thoom… thoom…  Her red nailed toes approached me, stopping just as it seemed she was about to step on me. With a massive foot on either side of me, I could tell the effect was to corner me. I could tell she wanted to talk to me about something serious.

            My towering mother gazed down at me, her face peeking over her bust line. “Dean honey, I need to talk to you about something before you go to bed tonight. Would you be a dear and wait for me in my room while I get ready?”

          I didn’t really want to, but I felt like complying would please her. “I’ll wait for you,” I replied obediently, heading over to her room. Once inside it, I sat on the carpet patiently and listened to the sounds of her getting ready for bed. She brushed her teeth and threw on a pink silk nightgown before coming back.

           Colossal footsteps announced her return, and as she came up to me she smiled warmly. A mischievous and excited look then crossed her face.

          “Let’s play Monster Mommy!” she suddenly exclaimed.

           I shot her a surprised and quizzical look. “No, let’s not!” I didn’t like the sound of this game.

           “Oh, it’ll be fun! Like when you were a little kid… and look, you’re still pretty little!” she smiled mischievously and began playing.

          Her face contorted into a snarl, and she growled. She hunched forward and held her arms out like a gunslinger, making herself appear even wider and larger. The woman lifted and stomped her feet like a sumo wrestler. The shockwaves shot through the floor, scaring me. I stood quickly.

           “Monster Mommy is going to step on you, little man!” She raised one foot in the air, in an exaggerated pose. “She is soooo angry and displeased!”

           I squeaked in terror and bolted as her gargantuan foot forcefully slammed down behind me. What the hell was she thinking!?

------ Chapter 16 ------

     The broad, red nailed foot of my mother missed me by inches as it thundered into the carpet.

     “Dyaaa!!” I squealed and fell on my ass as a second foot impacted and narrowly missed. My monstrous mother bellowed like Godzilla and began reaching for me, intent on picking me up.

     Her hand loomed closer, and I twisted and rolled at the last second to avoid it. It took everything I had to not be grabbed. My heart thumping in my chest, I got to my knees and bolted for cover under the dresser.

     “I’m SO MAD, I could just crush anything! Get over here!” She reached for me again with one large, claw like hand, raking it across the carpet like a cat batting at a mouse.

     I made it to the dresser, and dove underneath it. The carpet softened my dive, and I immediately began army crawling to the other side. She saw me, and a foot slammed down, blocking my path. Terrified, I tried to crawl back where I came, and another bare foot blocked the way. Mom growled and playfully shook the dresser. It rattled and banged against the floor, and felt like an earthquake.

     It was too much. I threw myself prostrate onto my mother’s foot, burying my face into her red painted toes and begging her to stop.  It wasn’t dignified, but I would do anything to get her to stop terrorizing me with her cruel game.

     Between sobs I gazed up, up, up at my towering mother. She cast a gaze down over her nose, and a triumphant smirk spread across her face.

     “Get up then.” She said softly, and bopped me by wiggling her big toe. “Kiss my toes and Mommy will take care of you.”

     I planted a big kiss on each of her broad, well painted toenails, making a point to caress each toe as I went. I was getting pretty good at kissing women’s feet. It was a skill I felt I would need to develop if I wanted to make it here.

     “That was good Dean!” She wiggled her pretty toes in a pleased manner. “Much better!”

     With two hands she hoisted me into the air and slung me over her shoulder, patting my butt slightly. She coddled me for a bit, then sat down on her bed. She set me down on the pillows and pulled off her pink nightgown, revealing her bare breasts.  They bounced and lolled to the sides, full and round.

     “Tonight I want you to sleep with Mommy.”

     I nodded. “Why’s that?”

     The massive woman paused for a bit, thinking out her answer. “You’re going to go to that woman tomorrow. You’re going to stay with her, and belong to her. I’m losing my baby.”

     She caressed me with one finger. “Now there will be no men in this house.”

     “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get another one?” I piped, trying to be hopeful.

      She smiled warmly, scooped me up and clutched me to her breast.

     “You be quiet now, and eat.”

     ------ Chapter 17 ------

     Sunlight glinted across the room, the beams of light falling across my eyes. I snorted awake, feeling very hot and sweaty. It felt like I was in a furnace.

     Where was I? I sleepily tried to get my bearings. Suddenly, yesterday’s events all rushed in. Was I still stuck in “Giant Woman” land?

     Excited to discover if it was all just a weird dream, I squirmed and thrashed about. The warm covers that were draped over me suddenly tightened, constricting my movements. As the morning haze cleared, I discovered I was being held by a set of gigantic female fingers. My “bed” was the soft expanse of my mother’s bosom, while my “blankets” were her immense hands. The heat emanating from her body surrounded me, causing us both to sweat slightly.

     I sighed, my feelings mixed. On one hand, I certainly was disappointed because I had kind of hoped I would return to my normal life when I woke up. Falling asleep was all I’d done to wind up here, so it made sense that it might be the way back. My hopes dashed, I realized that I’d just have to adjust. There were things here that would seriously take some getting used to. On the positive side, this new world certainly had some advantages. Ultimately, I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about it, but I started the morning with a new found purpose to find the silver lining.

     My mother stirred, clutching me tight and telling me good morning. She quickly fed me, topping me off for the day with her milk before taking me to the shower with her. The woman went through her entire morning routine while holding me against her breasts. It was oddly possessive, as if my gargantuan mother feared to let me go.

     Thoom… thoom… thoom… Her footsteps thudded with each lumbering step as she shuffled about. Fully dressed and with her makeup on, she carried me downstairs, still perched on the shelf of her bosom. As she made her way down each step, her breasts wobbled and bounced. A long nailed, feminine hand clasped the back of my head like a tennis ball and pulled me in tighter, securing me.

     Alison shouted impatiently from the kitchen. “Mooooommm! Give me Dean, I need to go!” My sister was careening about, gathering up some last minute things in a mad dash to get out the door.

     My mother met her at the door, and lifted me from her chest.

     “Now you be a good little man, Dean.” She held me at eye level, a serious look of concern spread across her face. The worry lines near her eyes and forehead wrinkled.

     “I will.”

     “You’re going to go live with that other woman from now on, ok? You be good. Do everything she says. Be mindful of your surroundings and do your best to stay safe.”

     The way my mother was delivering this send off speech was unusual for a few reasons. Firstly, her tone was not what you’d expect given the situation. I thought I’d hear more sadness and worry in her voice, since she was sending her only boy off to live with another woman, but I mostly detected a fearful, sullen tone. It made me feel like I was on death’s row or something, like I wasn’t supposed to survive this. “Do my best to stay safe?” What was that all about?

     “I’ll be ok!” I chirped, trying to be as positive as possible.

     She smiled; a warm, understanding smile. Behind the expression her eyes still looked bleak. The woman passed me off to my sister, who roughly tucked me under her arm like a football. Alison took off at a trot, trying to make up for lost time. I stuck my head out from her muscular arm and gazed back at my mother, perhaps seeing her for the last time. My heart sank in my chest, and a part of me really wanted this crazy new world to be over.

     Mom’s face was locked in a sullen grimace, and she stoically turned and headed back to the house. I was shocked at how matter-of-factly she handed my life over to another woman.  It got me to thinking, and questions swirled about in my head.

     What the hell kind of society was this? Was this a commonplace thing- mothers just casually passing their sons off to strangers? Was this how this woman’s world handled marriage? Why did I feel like a pig being led to the slaughter?

     Alison must have sensed my bewilderment, so she spoke.

     “Hey squirt.”

     I rolled back towards her torso, so she could carry me easier. “Yeah?”

     “You seem a little down. What’s going on in that little head of yours?”

     “I’m just… really confused. I don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

     Alison shot me a quizzical look as she crossed the street. “You’re going to go live with Ms. Bianchi now. She’s much larger than Mom, and she claimed you, so she gets to keep you. What’s not to get?”

     “What’s with Mom? She seemed so… grim.”

     “Dean, she thinks she’s not going to ever see you again.” Her voice started to become a bit annoyed.

      “Well, I can always visit! Can’t I?” I blurted.

     Allison stopped and sighed- a long, exasperated sigh. She closed her eyes and took a second to formulate what she was going to say.

      “Dean… I know you should already know this, but let’s review it quick, since your tiny pea brain seems to be misfiring. Do you know why there aren’t any men around?”

      “There are some… right?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer, but metaphorically, I’d already woken the bear.

     “Maybe there are,” she hissed, “but most of them don’t make it very long. If there are any around, they get snatched up pretty quick, and then… lets just say pretty much no one ever sees them again.”

     “They… they die?” My heart sputtered in my chest.

     Seeing my abject terror, Alison softened her approach. “I’m not trying to scare you, but a lot probably do, Dean. A woman claims a man, and it’s all great for a while, then you never see that man again. He just… disappears. Either the woman hides him away forever so a larger woman can never claim him, or…” Her voice trailed off.

     “Or… what?” I pressed.

     Alison frowned, obviously pissed that I’d gone there. “Accidents happen, Dean. What do you think happened to Dad!?” she snapped at me. The muscles in her neckline bulged slightly and her jaw clenched.

     Oh. It all made sense now. I suddenly felt bad for asking.

     “Well… I’m not going to get stepped on, or squashed, or whatever. I’ll keep an eye out, and come back and visit you and mom!”

     “If Ms. Bianchi will let you out of her sight. Mom knew it would be pointless to protect you forever, so she just let you go out and about. Your new woman might not be so secure.”

     Alison might think Nina would jealously covet me, but I didn’t. I thought back to last night, where Ms. Bianchi had officially claimed me, and what my teacher had said about giving me back once she was done with me. I considered bringing that point up to Alison, but then thought better of it.

     “Mom must have been pretty secure,” I agreed, “she let me do a lot of stuff. I could have easily been snatched up many times.”

     Alison sighed and continued walking. “You’ve seen that she’s larger than just about any woman in town right? I know it’s not by much, but jeez, are you blind or something? You were off-limits to basically everyone until that teacher showed up. Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t claim you last year.”

     It was a bit comforting that Nina was so much taller. Now I was even more off-limits than I had been before. I thought about that for a minute, before a glorious idea popped into my mind.

     “Do you know anything about Growth-Rite?” I asked, recalling the strange powder that had caused Ms. Bianchi to gain several feet in height.

     Alison nodded. “It’s an expensive and rare growth powder.”

     “How does it work?”

     “How should I know! Mom got a packet of it back in the day once, but she said she didn’t respond to it that well. Certain women take it and grow a lot, and others not so much. It’s hit and miss like that.”

     “Is that why Madame President is so tall? She’s ten times taller than I am!” I recalled Nina mentioning the 50 foot woman that ran this weird country.

     Alison thought about it for a second. “Undoubtedly. She’s consumed tons of the stuff, but from the sounds of it, she doesn’t grow as much anymore when she takes it.”

     “She’s plateaud… like your muscles,” I jibed.

     My sister didn’t appreciate the joke, “Why do you want to know about Growth-Rite, squirt? It doesn’t work on pathetic little men like you anyway.” She poked me hard with one giant finger.

     “Just curious, I guess.”

     Oh, I was curious all right. After seeing what the stuff had done to Nina, I was extra curious.

------ Chapter 18 ------

          Alison dropped me off at school, setting me down on the ground at her sandaled feet. Hands on her hips, she towered over me while I barely came up to her knees.

          “I guess this is goodbye squirt,” she gazed down at me over her nose, “you should kiss my feet before I go. It’s the least you could do since technically you’re still supposed to be my slave.”

          Wiggling her freshly painted toes in anticipation, she continued, “Go on. While you’re at it, tell me I’m the most muscular and fit woman you know. I want to be a goddess today.”

          Other lumbering schoolgirls passed by, their stares unnerving me a bit as their massive feet thudded against the earth. “Do I have to?” I moaned, not particularly eager to prostrate myself at my sister’s feet in front of everyone at the whole school.

          “Yes!” the gigantic woman insisted, “Remember: you still owe me! Now kiss!” She pointed towards her feet, a sinister sneer on her face.

          Slowly, I knelt down. This seemed like a pretty mild punishment, considering she had saved me from being raped by that jock Tami. Her toes splayed out, lustrous black painted nails glinting in the sunlight. Sighing, I knelt down and planted firm kisses on each toe, making sure to embrace each one.

          Alison ate it up, beaming from all the attention it was getting. Women didn’t exactly get to see men everyday, much less one publicly worshipping a woman he was with. I could tell Alison’s popularity was going to soar from this little stunt. If it was something I could do to help her out before I left the house forever, I guess it didn’t really matter in the long run. It wasn’t like a man in this world could really afford have much dignity anyway.

          The women passing by made a few side comments, congratulating Alison or otherwise approving. My domineering big sister smiled and flexed, soaking it all in. Her alpha woman side was coming out amidst all the commotion.

          A smaller girl walked up to Alison. At only around twenty feet tall, this girl was a couple of feet shorter than my sister. She softly tapped Alison on the elbow to get her attention.

          “Can I try him out?” I could see from the expression on her face that this request took a lot of guts. Alison was quite big, and clearly had me claimed. A request to share was… bold.

          “Uh… he’s kind of mine at the moment,” Alison shrugged. The smaller girl squirmed nervously.

          “Yeah I know, but I know he’s your brother too. I’ve never had a man kiss my feet before. I’d like to know what that feels like, if it’s ok with you.”

          I noted how she failed to ask my permission. No, in fact she asked my “handler” if it was ok, like I was some kind of pet or something. I frowned pitifully and no one noticed.

          “I guess its ok.” Alison turned down to me and pointed at the new girl’s feet. “Kiss her feet!” she ordered, looking down at me.

          I glanced at the new girl’s toes. She wore open toed heels with a flower print and had purple painted nails. Nervously I glanced back up to my sister. Was she really going to make me do this? This had gone beyond a minor inconvenience and was becoming humiliating.

          My sister must have read the displeasure on my face, because she pounced on the opportunity to chastise me. “Don’t question me, squirt! Do it.” Alison frowned and stomped her foot. The sharp impact kicked up clouds of dust. She was becoming more domineering every second, spurned by the attention she was receiving. A small crowd of women began to congregate around us, curious to see what would happen.

          Reluctantly, I stooped over and kissed the new girls feet. I had barely finished when a new feminine foot was suddenly shoved in my face. Another schoolgirl demanded that I pay tribute to her. My domineering sister pointed and ordered me to act. But just as I finished kissing this newcomer another foot appeared. Then another. And another!

          The situation quickly got out of hand. A forest of feminine legs surrounded me, bare feet slamming down next to me. Shouts and commotion rained down as each woman demanded my attention, eager to have just one moment where a man was bent to their will. I could hear Alison trying to assert her authority over the crowd, but her size was being trumped by the sheer number of girls.

          They were everywhere. Small delicate feet, large clod hoppers, clad in a wide variety of shoes or barefoot. Nail polish of every color. I grabbed a woman’s foot that had a toe ring on nearly every toe, and I kissed each silver painted nail desperately. Another sandaled foot had an elaborate ankle ring, with charms dangling from a chain. As I worked her over, three more womanly feet squeezed up to me. Frantically I kissed and licked and just did whatever I could to get them off of me. I fell to the ground, knocked down by a rogue ankle. I sat up as a big red nailed toe was deposited in my lap. I couldn’t even tell who the owner was. The toe lurched towards me, pushing me flat to the dirt. I was being stepped on, trampled by this herd of women!

          No no no! I shouted against the voices, but the shrill girlie requests and bickering easily drowned me out and the women jockeyed for a turn. Alison shoved a woman aside. The foot pinning me lifted off of my body and I saw sunlight for a brief second before a second bare foot planted itself on my chest, trapping me. Luckily, these women weren’t throwing their weight into it, otherwise I was sure I’d be crushed. I licked the toes, the woman cooed, and gold painted toes appeared next. I was swimming in a sea of feet, desperately trying to not get stepped on, pleasuring this feeding frenzy of women.

          Amidst the chaos, I spotted Alison’s foot- sandaled with black nails. With one desperate push, I landed on top of it and wrapped my arms around her ankle like it was a life raft. I wanted nothing more than to curl up under her toes, safe from these other feet. Alison would protect me, I hoped.

          Sensing that I was latched on, my sister’s tree-like leg muscles tensed and lurched backwards as she took two huge steps back to disengage from the crowd. My legs and feet dragged across the concrete, but I didn’t mind as long I was getting away.

          Suddenly Alison stopped, as if she had abruptly backed into something. Both my sister and I looked behind her to see what it was. As I looked my heart leapt with joy.

          My goddess was clad in an emerald dress and with a loose, lowered hairstyle. Striking an intimidating posture, she reared up to her new and improved height, glaring down at the crowd of women. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

          “Enough of this.” Nina strongly declared, her displeasure obvious to all. Her words had a way of stopping everyone cold as fear washed over the group.

          With one long arm, she reached over my sister and scooped me up, hoisting me up and depositing me on her shoulder like a child. Nina was just under forty feet tall, and Alison was the next largest woman at a little over twenty feet tall, so my teacher positively towered over everyone else. She towered, and I loved every second of it.

          Sternly, she scolded the group of schoolgirls, locking eyes with each and every one of them as her massive shadow fell over the group. “This one is MINE. This will not be happening again. Do I make myself clear?”

          Nervous nods and murmurs all around suggested that in fact, Nina was absolutely clear. Even Alison was struck dumb by Ms. Bianchi’s fearful presence. This level of discipline was beyond Ms. Bianchi’s duties as a teacher; these girls had interfered with her personal property.

          “Good.” With an intimidating glower, my savior turned and carried me inside the schoolhouse. Since she was taller than she had been yesterday, she needed to duck slightly to make it through the door now, but luckily her head didn’t hit the ceiling in the hallways yet.

          She carried me all the way into her office before gingerly placing me on her desktop and addressing me.

          “Hey, you need to be more careful Dean!” My woman poked me softly with a finger, a look of genuine concern on her pretty face. “You could have been really hurt back there, or worse!”

          It was amazing to see her transition from Dominant Teacher Mode to… this. The woman was truly worried about me. I guess I had thought that she didn’t care, based off of her terms when she claimed me just the other day. She had been all business then, perhaps even being a bit of an ice lady about it. Now she was giving off some very attached and protective vibes. I wondered what had changed in her. Perhaps seeing me being mobbed by other women caused her to feel some jealousy. I guess whatever it was didn’t matter- she seemed to really like me!

          “I’ll be careful. You were awesome back there, though,” I gushed in adoration, “thank you so much for saving me.” She had no idea how glad I was to have someone rescue me from that hell.

          Nina sat down in her desk chair, smiled, and relaxed. The mature curves of her womanly posterior squeezed cautiously into the chair, which was now getting quite a bit too small for her. It creaked painfully under her increased weight, and the sides of her increased hips pressed vigorously into the armrests. With her large fingers she grasped my arm tenderly, examining and playing with me like a doll. She was gorgeous, perhaps even more gorgeous than before- if that was even possible. A massive feminine body filled my entire view. Her bare shoulders and neckline loomed like a mountain, and her lustrous and voluminous black hair cascaded down them. Her perfect face was like Mount Rushmore, or the Statue of Liberty. Glistening white teeth, luscious pink lips, and deep, piercing blue eyes behind a teacher’s glasses completed the package of my ideal woman. With her wonderful strong but feminine features, in a way she looked like a giant Lucy Lawless.

          “Just don’t get into a situation like that again. You’re a pretty remarkable little specimen, and I would be upset if anything terrible were to happen to you.”

          “You look a lot bigger than yesterday. It’s …nice.” I said timidly, hoping she would take it as a compliment. She seemed to.

          “Well, I did just grow quite dramatically. You know, its strange Dean… growing taller. You have to get used to the dimensions of your body all over again. It’s a wonderful and beautiful thing, like you’re rediscovering yourself,” she mused thoughtfully.

          “You’re a wonderful and beautiful thing,” I blurted like a love-struck dork. It felt like I was losing control of my words.

           A curious eyebrow raised in response. “Oh? You think so?”

           I nodded vigorously. “I loved watching you grow tall the other night. I’d like to see it happen again sometime.”

           Nina smiled and shook her head disappointingly, “Unfortunately little Dean, it’s taken nearly my whole life savings to afford that little bit. In all likelihood, I’ll probably never get my hands on another packet of Growth-Rite. It was a good investment, but I’m afraid this is probably it for me.”

            Well, poop! “Why is it so expense?”

            She gave me a look that said she’d never expect me to understand, but then thought better of it.

            “Well… it’s terribly complicated, you see. Essentially, it is a difficult and rare chemical substance to produce, making it a particularly limited supply. Furthermore, there is an incredible demand, exacerbated by the monopoly the Madame President has on Growth-Rite.”

            I thought about it for a second. “It’s because she’s the biggest woman… right? So she gets first dibs on the stuff. She does it to stay on top.”

            “Precisely!” she leaned back in her chair, impressed by my deduction. She smirked and narrowed her eyes. “You are a smart one, aren’t you?”

            I shrugged, “Not particularly. I mean, back in my old world. Men don’t seem to really get educated here, so I guess among the few men here I must be some kind of genius.”

            Nina nodded in agreement. “Last year at class you couldn’t perform basic mathematical functions, you couldn’t grasp scientific concepts, and you certainly couldn’t read. And that was normal, for a man. The only reason your mother enrolled you in the first place was so that you could be socialized to behave around women, which by the way, is something that you seem to have completely forgotten how to do.”

            “Sorry… I guess. I’m trying.”

            “It’s… ok for now,” she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, or rather, draped her massive hand over me. At this scale my head must have been the size of a Ping-Pong ball to her. “I don’t mind too terribly much how you act in private. I… enjoy speaking frankly with you like this, Dean. You are an outstanding conversationalist. However, please be attentive to me around other women. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

            “I can do that.” She liked talking to me! Good vibes!

            Her sexy blue eyes shot a glance to the clock. “With that, I think it’s time for class to start now.”

            Womanly but vice-like fingers squeezed my body as she stood. It was an awesome sight to behold as she rose upwards. Nina shot me a quick cute smile of adoration, before her face formed into the mask she wore as a teacher and a figure of authority. It was time to get to work.

------ Chapter 19 ------

      My second day of school was fairly similar to the first one, in the sense that a school day is fairly structured. Of course, Ms. Bianchi taught all the same science classes, one period after another. During lectures she would hold and fondle me, playing with me in her hands behind her desk or placing me under her bare foot when she saw fit. I kept quiet and gleefully rubbed and massaged her as she taught, eager to prove myself useful.  Between class periods she would make small talk with me, placing me on her desk top. I began to really look forward to this down time, because it meant I could flirt with her more. Maybe I was just seeing something that wasn’t truly there, but it seemed like the more we talked the more interested in me she was getting. Unlike our first talks, these conversations were never about serious science things, or how I got to this new reality, or about her potentially experimenting with me. Instead, she asked me questions about myself, told funny stories, laughed… all the things a woman would typically do on a date. It was really nice for a change.

      During class, I made a point to really listen to what Nina was saying when she lectured, partly because I was interested in learning more about this new world, and partly because I didn’t exactly have anything better to do with my time. I suppose I didn’t care so much about the actual content of the lectures themselves- I was more curious about the differences between the two realities. Of course, as expected her lectures were directed to an all female audience, but despite this certain comments stuck out as odd to me.

      For example, during a Biology lesson Ms. Bianchi brought up the topic of sexual dimorphism, with special regards the differences in size between human men and women. Apparently, the leading female scientists of this reality attributed the woman’s escalating size to the importance the female gender has on society. Ancient women that were larger were increasingly more able to provide for themselves, even despite pregnancy. Since she was bigger, she could hunt better, protect better, and was a more effective nurturer as her growing breasts provided food. This shift in size made men’s duties dramatically change to become almost entirely supportive of the woman’s duties. The tallest woman of the tribe was the most desirable, so she mated the most, thus spreading her genetic code to create larger and larger women. As their relative size increased over time, women came to dominate all areas of society, while men became something of an afterthought, useful only for procreation. Or so the theory goes.

      “All of this leads us to where we are today,” Ms. Bianchi concluded the lecture, dismissing the class for the period. Girls shut their books, gossiping amongst themselves, gathering their things and shuffling out of the classroom to head to the cafeteria for lunch period

      Nina waited patiently for the last schoolgirl to leave before swiftly scooping me up and carrying me into her back office. She made sure to lock her office door before reclining into her desk chair and holding me in her lap.

      “Do you know what time it is?” she smirked playfully.

      “Lunch time?” I asked.

      A big pink painted fingertip teasingly prodded me in the ribs. “That’s right. I’ve got a surprise I think you’ll like!”

      Nina opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills the size of an oil drum. With a crane-like arm, she slammed them down next to me, the pills rattling intensely inside the container from the impact.

      “Tell me what that says Dean,” she said as she eagerly pointed to the label, testing my reading ability.

      “Lact-Aid. Lactation inducing hormone therapy,” I read aloud.

       Nina smiled triumphantly and leaned back. I could tell that she was proud of me. “You hungry? I took a few last night and this morning, so it should be working already.”

      The monumental woman rolled her shoulders back and puffed up her chest to raise her colossal boobs up even more. I gazed upon her epic prow with a slacked jaw of amazement. Both mound-like breasts struggled against the emerald green fabric of her dress, begging to be freed.

      Despite my lack of typical hunger symptoms at that moment, I suddenly decided I was feeling very hungry.

      I nodded in response, mesmerized by her chest.

      With one hand, she slipped the strap of her emerald dress over her shoulder, and before long had completely taken her dress off. Gingerly, she draped it over the back of a nearby chair.  Standing only in her white lingerie she casually circled her desk, running her hand across the top and gazing down at me seductively. Her hands went to her back, searching, and then I saw a release as the tension of her bra relaxed and allowed her weighty breasts to hang. They dropped to a more natural position, pale breast flesh squeezing out of the bottom underwire of the bra slightly. Nina worked her arms through the shoulder straps, casting the bra aside and revealing her bare bosom in all its glory.

      Her full, firm boobs were nearly as tall I was. Her clear smooth skin was freckle free, and with raised pink areolas her puffed up nipples were almost as big as my head. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to feed from her, but Nina seemed confident.

       Taking her perfect body in, I was convinced there was no way this woman could be over her early 30s in age, yet I knew better. I couldn’t guess her exact age, but I figured she needed to be pushing 40 at least. Nina was that rare knockout that got the best of both worlds as far as age was concerned- the youthful looks, firm musculature, and wrinkle free skin of the young woman combined with the larger breasts and curvier, fuller body of the mature woman.

      Nina sat down, removed her glasses and cupped her breasts, kneading them slightly.

      “I think I’m ready. My breasts feel different, so I suppose that means the hormones are having an effect already. Let’s test it out.”

      Without waiting for a response, she reached out and grabbed me with both hands. I was only the size of a small doll to her, so she was able to manipulate me very easily. The hunched over woman cradled me, tucking me in the crook of one arm and used her free hand to deposit the engorged nipple of her boob in my face.

      The pink nipple rudely pressed into me as the weight of her boob bore down. I felt like I was being crushed slightly, and Ms. Bianchi’s warm heavy breast flesh cascaded over my lower body.

      Despite her clumsy form, I latched on and began suckling. Nina beamed and with her free hand began massaging her breast, doing her best to stimulate her release.

      Several minutes passed with no change. Ms. Bianchi continued to work her breast over but got nowhere. Frustration set in, and she switched breasts. Despite her best efforts, it appeared Ms. Bianchi was dry.

      “I know its working, I can feel it!” she grunted through gritted teeth, referring to the lactation hormones she took. “It HAS to work.”

      With my tongue, I tried my best to stimulate the milk ducts on her massive nipple for a minute before giving up. Her tit popped out of my mouth.

      “Nina, it’s ok! We can try again tonight, at dinner. I’ll be ok until then!” I piped.

      Her brow furrowed. “You sure?” she muttered, discouraged and somewhat defeated.

      “Yeah! I wasn’t that hungry anyways. Give those pills a few more hours to work. You just took them a while ago. I’m sure by tonight it’ll be fine.”

       My woman smiled coyly at my attempts to be comforting, set me down on her desktop and retrieved her bra and dress. She quickly donned them and pulled out her own lunch.

      Clearly still distraught at her failed attempt at breastfeeding, Nina ate quickly, devouring a considerable amount of food in a short time. As she ate I could see her attitude worsening. I suspected that her appetite probably increased with her size, and the food of this world was scaled a bit small for her now. Despite this fact, I also suspected that the woman was probably stress-eating a bit. She really seemed worked up, and her frustration was building.

       In the back of my mind, I knew that if she failed to be able to feed me she couldn’t reasonably expect to keep me. I would surely die. I wondered if that had anything to do with her sour attitude. Despite my curiosity, I decided against bringing up the touchy subject.

      The grumpy woman munched voraciously in silence, gazing off and thinking about something intently. At I watched, I felt the stirrings of hunger beginning in my own stomach. Distant memories of what solid food tasted like filled my imagination. It was something I missed for sure, and by the time Nina was finished I was definitely starting to get hungry.

      My teacher lifted me up to her lips and deposited a kiss on my face before rising and walking back to the classroom. Lunch period was concluded, and she needed to teach the next class. My stomach grumbled a retort.

      Was I going to make it through the day?

------ Chapter 20 ------

            As the remainder of the school day passed by, my hunger situation inevitably worsened. The thing about starvation is that it is terribly painful, as I found out, and it seems to set in at a considerably quicker rate for the tiny men of this reality. At first, your stomach twists in agonizing knots and your body begins to feel weak and shaky. Your thoughts turn to obsession with foods that you like, craving them. Then, after a few more hours pass, relief comes as your stomach simply gives up and leaves you alone, but you can tell deep down that this isn’t a good sign. Your body begins to get periodic shakes, and every movement makes you dizzy. Your food cravings change, morphing from wanting your favorite foods to wanting anything in particular. Even foods you used to hate suddenly seem appetizing. In a way, you just want to go to sleep as you can feel yourself shutting down.

            At moments where she could, Ms. Bianchi made sure to coddle and nudge me awake, watching me with a careful eye. She was so great. A look of maternal concern was spread across her face as she gazed down at me, resting in her lap. In response, I managed a feeble smile before dozing off for good.

            …………

            I awoke when I could feel myself being moved by something. I was so groggy and out of it that it took me a while to realize that my surroundings had completely changed and that I was in a brand new place. School must have ended. Weakly looking around to get a sense of my environment, it became apparent that I was in Nina’s lap at her house again. And my clothes had been removed.

            Her fingers were draped over me almost like blankets. Meekly, I moved her thumb to the side to reposition myself so I could see her. At this point, I was so fatigued that it hurt simply to move.

            “Hey there. You fell asleep in class. I should give you detention.” Nina’s teasing voice was filled with pride. I don’t think she was quite aware how serious my situation had become. I turned my gaze up to her.

            Incredible. The woman was completely nude, her glorious figure presented to me in a very luxurious way. Her glasses had been removed. She was posed, almost like a model in an artistic, tasteful nude painting.  A small, almost cocky smirk was etched on her face.

            The landscape of her bare bust line rose and fell as she breathed. “Would you like a taste? I think they’re ready for you.” Her fingers cupped one breast, supporting it slightly.

            I could tell my eyes involuntarily widened as my stomach groaned. This goddess was my savior!

            With one gentle hand, she scooped me up and hoisted me into the air. Simultaneously, she twisted herself on the leather couch, reclining her back against one of the armrests and depositing her feet on the other. Despite my starvation induced delirium, I noted that the couch seemed just a bit too small for her now that she’d grown. Underneath her massive frame, it was beginning to look like a chair-and-a-half. In a way, the sight of this made me happy.

            Nina planted me against her warm bosom, propping me up slightly. As the entirety of my naked body met her bare skin, I got an up close and personal look at the surface of her heavy breasts. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but they seemed slightly bigger, as if they were engorged. The skin was soft and supple, and radiated an intense but calming heat. Combined with the rise and fall of her chest as she expired, it created a gentle rocking effect. Already it was putting me to sleep. Large but gentle fingertips rearranged my body, tucking my naked legs against her and positioning my head near her nipple. My face half buried in her breast flesh, with one open eye I could see the nipple of her right boob nearby. It was swelling fast, rising like a mountain, the folds and creases of the dark skin smoothing out as it stretched further and further. An interlocking series of ever so translucent veins led to the areola like a river delta, the veins bulging slightly as the breast prepared itself for its job.  It was ready.

            Fingertips clamped on the sides of my head and deposited my face against the fully erect nipple. My mouth opened, and the teat filled it with warm flesh. It hardened in my mouth, my tongue running across the wrinkly, delicious skin. Oh it was glorious.

            Nina’s other hand worked the boob over, massaging it and running the flesh towards the nipple. At this point I faded in and out of consciousness, hungry to the point of delirium. I was never sure how long she worked at her udders like this, but it had to have been a while. I awoke a few times to some frustrated grunting.

            “Ohhh…. c’mon. My breasts ache for you!”  She bit her lower lip.

            I suckled, and with the last bit of my strength caressed her sweaty areola. Her body completely surrounded me. Every part of me was touching a part of her. All around me I could feel her. Everything contained her smell. I wanted to stay like that forever.

            The milk came. Slowly at first, it was just a few drops. Then it grew to a trickle. A trickle of glorious nourishment, of life, of having a second chance. Nina sighed; a deep, satisfied sigh of relief. I closed my eyes and rested, sighing myself. Things were going to be alright.

            ………..

            I awoke some time later, still clinging to Nina’s breasts. Of course, she had moved me to the other breast, and eventually fallen asleep on the couch herself. The television was on, as she must have been watching it before dozing off. With a comfortably full stomach, I lazily rolled over, sat up, and contemplated my situation.

            Nina’s body, splayed out over the too-small couch, was a beautiful landscape to me. I loved the sight of that. She was my savior, my world, my everything. I was indebted to her, for I was sure if she hadn’t been able to feed me just then I would have perished. What a way to go that would have been!

            The truth was, my puppy love infatuation with her had grown significantly in the past two days, and changed in some aspects as well. Initially, I had merely thought she was an attractive but unattainable woman, and I hadn’t known her that well personally. Now I knew her intimately, in both senses of the word, but perhaps from more of a physical standpoint rather than one of personality. I loved the personality that she’d shown me so far, which was wonderful, but on a whole different level I comprehended that my entire survival now depended on her body- her glorious goddess body. It’s a strange thing, I thought at that moment, to have a relationship quite like that. I’d never experienced anything like it before. On one hand, I loved her like one would love a girlfriend or significant other, but because I was dependent on her as well there was some additional layers of emotion there. I loved her like a matron; regardless how I felt about her personality she was directly responsible for my well being and survival.  I had to love her in that sense. Furthermore, I loved her like a goddess. There was a reverence there. She was my link to society, and my world would be solely shaped and influenced by her. Her sheer stature alone conveyed this. There’s a reason they call it “god-like.”

            At that moment, as I recognized and pondered these points, it became apparent to me what I wanted out of this. Firstly, I began to feel a bit like an unworthy parasite. I would need to do something to make good on Nina’s efforts to support me. I decided then and there that I would devote myself to her, to her worship and reverence, and I would do anything I could to please her. The second thing I wanted tied in closely with the first point. Nina’s gargantuan body was a physical representation of her power. If she was to be my goddess, I would need to do my best to make her the most powerful goddess ever. When she was growing, we were both pleased. I was filled with an incredible desire to see her become larger, stronger, and more powerful. I wanted to elevate her to a throne, to see her dominate everything in her path. In my mind, I pictured her getting taller and taller, her body expanding to unimaginable, astronomical proportions.

            She would love for that to happen, and so would I.

------ Chapter 21 ------

            At that moment the late night TV news began, so I decided to watch it while I waited for my woman to wake up. Normally, I had never paid too much attention to the news, but I had seen it often enough to know what to expect. However, this time I was more curious to see what was different in this new woman’s world.

            The news started and as I might have expected, it was run by two very large, very dominant sounding female anchors. Understandably, they were fairly glammed up, and I was surprised to see they had quite revealing outfits for anchorwomen. In fact, overall the general trend amongst some of the women in this reality was apparently to have “just enough” clothes to cover up, and usually not much else. The minority of women were more modest, and their modesty varied. It really seemed to be up to the woman’s personal tastes, and the individuals chosen style trumped any societal norms. I suppose, with so few men around, standards had relaxed a bit. As a man, I saw it as a positive thing.

            The anchorwomen ran through their stories in a typical fashion. I noticed another detail though- they referred to themselves simply as “anchors” and not “anchor-women”. I imagine in this reality men had probably never been allowed to hold the position, so there was no need to designate a gender. It seemed likely that in this female dominated society a lot of other positions would have a similar, genderless title.

            The actual stories ranged from important news around the world to popcorn-y, feel good stories. Overall, it seemed much, much more positive and upbeat than what I was used to. For once, it seemed the world wasn’t falling apart. Hell, it was nearly utopian. As I watched, it sort of begged the question- Was a world run exclusively by women a much better place to live in? At first glance I’ll admit it certainly seemed so. This realities news was devoid of stories of warfare, murder, disease or heart-wrenching poverty that I was so accustomed to. Every area of the world featured on the program seemed to have first world standards of living. Everywhere, women were happy, increasingly more beautiful than what I was used to, and generally seemed to have their basic needs met. All good things- or so I thought.

            Of course, the only side of the story being shown was a woman’s side. They were the absolute rulers of this society, and they knew it. I saw absolutely no men throughout the show, but evidence of their existence was there. A small door nonchalantly present in the corner of a shot. Scenes of peculiar, almost dollhouse sized furniture throughout. As the program continued, I found myself searching frantically for any more clues of any male presence.

            Finally, after more than fifteen minutes of watching, I got was I was looking for. It was the first negative news story of the night, one of “disaster in the neighborhood”, as the melodramatic anchor had put it. Apparently, there had been a bit of a scuffle between two women earlier in the day, and the authorities had been called. The evening news at nine brought me to the scene.

            The shot changed to the face of an attractive middle aged woman, a one Debbie Baumgarter, as the subtitle said. That morning, Debbie had sent her husband out of the house to go retrieve the newspaper from the front porch. Mr. Baumgarter had dutifully done as he was told, and while outside had an encounter with his next door neighbor, Mrs. Porter. She was also outside at the time, watering her hydrangeas, and when she saw Mr. Baumgarter she took it upon herself to grab him.

            The scene jumped to Anne Porter, the buxom blonde neighbor. She looked considerably taller than Debbie Baumgarter.

            “I’d seen him outside several times, unaccompanied,” she admitted matter-of-factly, “So I thought, why shouldn’t I have him? It would have just taken a minute, then she could have had him right back.”

            Back to Debbie, who looked quite miffed.  “She returned him to me damaged! And this isn’t the first time!”

The camera shows Mr. Baumgarter sitting in her lap, his arm in a sling, sobbing slightly. Something seemed off about him. To put it in the nicest way, he seemed almost… simple. Or maybe childlike is the right word? At any rate, Debbie continued, “She just has no respect for my property. Last week she borrowed my good hedge trimmers, and those came back all dulled and dented. Besides, she has her own man! Isn’t one enough?!”

            Scene change. Mrs. Porter is featured again. “Sure, I have my own man. But he’s failed to impregnate me for years, and not for my lack of trying.” She turns and shoots a dirty glance to someone off camera. “I thought, why not try my hand with this one?”

            “It was at that point that Mrs. Baumgarter decided to take matters into her own hands,” the reporter’s voice announced, “and confronted her neighbor regarding the damage to her property. The encounter got physical, and both parties have decided to press charges.”

            “I just want her to pay for the damages she’s caused.” Debbie sighed, exasperated.

            Anne Porter- “She got him back, I don’t know why she’s so upset. No permanent harm was done. Besides…,” she rubbed her stomach in a satisfied way, “…I think I’ve already got what I wanted.”

            I sighed and leaned back against Nina’s comfortable, cushy boob like it was an oversized bean bag chair. That story… was a lot to take in. I pondered it for a minute. What I had perceived as a pretty forceful rape had been treated like a neighborhood dispute about borrowed property. Yikes! I would need to be a lot more careful in the future. I couldn’t help but notice that the women’s size seemed to have played a factor too. The neighbor woman had been considerably taller than the wife, and as such felt entitled to her husband. Entitled… whenever she could her hands on get him, essentially. This was never questioned from a legal standpoint or otherwise. I was extremely thankful for Nina’s size at that moment. She was so large that no other woman would dare to claim me like that. Still, I’d be wise to be cautious.

            The news segments stopped for a commercial break, which was interesting enough in itself. The products being advertised were cosmetics, growth aids, some over the counter medications… pretty typical stuff. All the actors were really actresses, of course. No men were shown, or even marketed to for that matter. Finally, there was one commercial that caught my eye. It featured an attractive 20 something blond actress, a real cheerleader type. Her pitch went like this-

            “Are you ready to bring new life into the world? Have you always wanted to raise a daughter? Tired of living alone, and ready for a change? Or maybe your current man isn’t living up to expectations! Come on down to Make-Me-A-Mom! We feature only the finest male specimens, guarantee to get your ovaries going and create a daughter for you! Take one of our specially engineered males home, and within weeks you’ll have a new girl growing inside you, or your money back! That’s right potential moms, these small men make daughters ONLY! Plus, with our patented blend of genetic engineering, your new daughter will come into the world with the genes to be taller, stronger, smarter and more beautiful than ever! She’ll have everything needed to succeed in life- plus a little extra! So call now, set up an appointment, and we’ll even throw in a warranty at no charge! If your male doesn’t work or expires, we’ll send you a replacement as soon as possible! Call soon, supplies are limited!”

            The color was drained from my face, and I picked my jaw up off the floor. What the fuck was that!? This new reality, this woman’s world, men are basically being farmed to breed larger and larger women? And it’s just so… nonchalant, like this is how it’s supposed to be! There was something about the previous news story that had bothered me, and it was the husband, Mr. Baumgarter. Something was off about him, and now I could guess what it was. Were men in this reality… genetically engineered to be child-like and submissive? Not even capable of basic learning? It made sense.

Questions abounded, racing through my mind, growing and compounding like an avalanche. So, if that was the case, what was I? If I belonged to this reality, was I some genetic clone freak, bred from a test tube to hopefully produce a gigantic daughter one day? Was that all I was created for? What did that mean for my relationship with Nina? Was that all she wanted from me? What if she didn’t love me quite the way I loved her?

            Hysteria took me for a bit, I’m ashamed to admit. I won’t go into the details of what happened, but let’s just say I had a little breakdown and leave it at that. Luckily, Nina was asleep for the whole episode.

            I got a hold of myself if only for one lingering thought: Why was I here, in this reality specifically? One minute life had been normal for me, and then I’d woken up to this. In this reality, I must have had a father. Was he a test tube man like in the commercials?

            I only knew one way to find out.

            Scanning the room, I spotted a cordless phone on the wall in the kitchen. I could probably reach it if I climbed to the countertop. As carefully as I could, I climbed down off of Nina’s chest and shimmied down the side of the leather couch to the floor. It wasn’t super perilous, as the lowest part of the couch was about as tall as I was, but I needed to be careful to avoid waking her.

            Scampering across the carpet, I made my way to the linoleum floored kitchen, and then to the lower cabinets. Jumping and scrambling, I grabbed the top of the lowest drawer door and pulled myself up. It was like pull-ups in gym class all over again. My feet could barely hold to the shallow shelf of the door, but with some effort I managed to hoist myself up to the kitchen counter.

            Once there, I took a very short break to catch my breath. Getting around like this could be exhausting. Gazing out over the kitchen, I felt like I was standing on the roof of a two story house. If I fell now, bad things would definitely happen to me, but I was determined to press on. I made my way to the cordless phone. It hung on the wall, high enough above me that I would need to stretch to reach it. The white plastic hand piece was half as tall as I was. I had no idea how much it would weigh, and I didn’t want to wake Nina up by simply knocking it over and having it clatter to the ground. Gingerly, I did my best to lift it up off the receiver and slowly lower it to the countertop, using my bodyweight to pin it against the wall and have it slide down in a controlled manner. It was heavy enough, but not so much that I lost my hold on it.

            With the phone set on the counter, buttons up, I glanced back to ensure Nina was still asleep. She seemed to be. I’d need to make this as quiet as possible.

            I punched my home phone number in, and tilted the phone up and away from the living room, to try to redirect the sound away. It rang.

            “Hello?” Alison picked up the phone.

            “Alison, it’s me, Dean! Get Mom on the phone,” I spurted.

            “Hahaha, why should I? You get deflowered?” My sister retorted, sensing the panic in my voice.

            “Damn it, Alison, just do this for me. Please!” I hissed.

            “Ok squirt. I’ll get her, don’t have a conniption just yet.” For once she just complied. Thank you Alison!

            Ruffled sounds and thudding footsteps came through the receiver as Alison walked over to my mother and handed her the phone.

            “Hey sweetie! How’s it going over there?” My mother asked, a little surprise in her voice. I don’t think she was expecting to hear from me.

            “Mom, listen to me, I need to talk about Dad.”

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            “Goodness, why would you want to do that, dear?” The shock in my mom’s voice was evident.

            “I just really want to know what he was like. Or just anything about him at all,” I frantically spurted. I glanced back towards the living room to make sure Nina was still asleep. She was, and the sound from the TV seemed to be doing a good job of masking our conversation.

            My mother sighed. I could tell it was a heavy subject and she wasn’t entirely ready to talk about this yet. “I guess I just don’t really know what to say, Dean. I mean, you’ve never asked about him before.”

            “Mom, it’s really important. Please, please, please do this for me!” I begged. Questions were running frantically through my head. I had to have answers.

            There was a long, long silence on the other end of the phone as she considered my panicked request. Finally, my mother’s voice lilted softly through the speaker, emotional and meek, as if she were on the verge of crying. I’d never heard her so broken up before.

            “Dean dear, your father died a long time ago, at the time when you were conceived. It was a terrible accident honey, and something I never meant to have happen. I loved him tremendously, but I’m afraid I… I…” Her voice began cracking, her distress evident in her tone.

            I felt terrible for bringing this upon her, but I could also fill in the blanks. The biggest clue was that commercial that I’d seen, specifically the part about a special warranty for a man if he “expired.” With that in consideration, I was fairly certain I knew exactly what my mother had accidentally done at the time when I was conceived. A woman that large, with that much mass… could do a lot of damage to the small frame of a man. That concluded one question I was having.

            “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t help it.” I could hear her sniffling on the other end, so I wanted to console her. However, I still desperately needed more answers. “Tell me, what was Dad like? Where did you meet him?”

            Mom got a hold of her emotions for a bit. “Well, we met at a Make-Me-A-Mom. I saw him there in the cage with the other men. He was so little and cute, and when I talked to him he seemed… better than the rest. He basically jumped into my arms, he was so affectionate. I knew then and there that I just had to take him home with me. He was the one for me.”

            I could sense the warmth of nostalgia coming through her voice as she remembered, which was good because it meant she might keep talking. Therapeutically, I coaxed her on. “You said he was better than the rest? In what way was that?”

            “Well, he just wasn’t as childlike as the other men. I know it’s the opposite of what most women would look for, but at the store I surprisingly enjoyed talking to him. I wanted a better life for him. He was regularly disobedient, sure, but I think I truly enjoyed his company and conversation. That was what drew me to him- he was more articulate than the rest, just like you seem to be becoming,” she beamed, pride filling her voice.

            “So what you’re basically saying is that he was smarter than average?”

            “Well for a man, yes, he was. But as I took him home and time went on, he seemed to become even more intelligent. Most women would hate that, but I truly didn’t. Even after a short while, after just a little exposure to something outside his cage, he was reading and writing and it’s hard to admit… but he may have even been on the same level as a woman. Blasphemy, I know. I also knew society considered him defective, and if anyone found out I’d be coerced into getting him corrected. But almost immediately I’d grown so attached to the man that I just saw him as someone special. He challenged me intellectually, and I found that despite everything I kind of liked that. I loved him just the way he was, and so I protected him and kept him, faults and all.”

            “Society considered him defective?” I was almost afraid to ask.

            “Well, yes Dean. Men are supposed to be meek, simple and submissive. That’s just the natural order of things. At those stores, they’re engineered that way, because if they aren’t those things, it creates problems in society. The engineering they do in those stores, for whatever reason, seemed to wear off for your father. In fact, I think over the past few days, you’ve been becoming a lot like your father was.”

            “I am?”

            “Well yes, Dean. Your father was uncharacteristically intelligent, and he only grew smarter as time went on. Where most women would have seen a defect, I saw a miracle. When you were born male, I also thought that was a miracle. Men are designed to be there to produce more daughters. Very few mothers would keep a son, but I loved your father, and the fact of the matter was he had given me a son. At the cost of his life, I might add. After all that, I couldn’t just let that go in vain. And so I kept you. I love you Dean. You are my little miracle.”

            I gulped. My breath was becoming rapid and shallow as my heart raced. I had a feeling that I was finally going to unravel the mystery. But did I really want to know all this?

            She continued, “And now, I’m witnessing another miracle. When you were born, you were just like all the other men- simple and submissive. In a small way, I was glad because that meant you were normal. But I was also extremely sad for you because I knew what a man could have had. But just like your father, you seem to be changing. I’ve noticed that over the past few days you’ve been becoming more and more articulate. Like your father, whatever they do to men in those birthing stores is wearing off. You’re getting smarter, Dean, just like your father did. This is such a wonderful thing for you!” Her voice became unintentionally condescending at the end, like when a dog successfully completes a trick.

            My heart sank, and the color drained from my face. The adrenaline overload in my system made me feel sick and cold. The implications of what I knew combined with what my mother had said seemed to confirm a lot of things. The pieces began to fit together, formulating a more solid picture.

            This reality, this woman’s world, wasn’t an alternate reality at all. It was the ONLY reality, and I was just now becoming aware of what it actually, truly was.

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            My entire past life, everything I had thought I had known up until two days ago, was a lie. It was merely a false reality, engineered in a lab by female scientists to keep me dim-witted and obedient. That’s how it was for men; mentally they were off in some delusional world, barely coherent with what was going on, whereas their bodies moved about in reality like mindless automatons. My own delusions, like lucid dreaming, had kept happy and content in that purely mental world, while my body had shuddered and shuffled around in the real world, stupefied, like an infant. But now, whatever brainwashing or genetic engineering or drugs they had given me had worn off. I had become aware.

            As you might suspect, I didn’t exactly like it. As much as I loved my mother for all she had done for me, this conversation needed to come to a close. I was breaking down again.

            “Umm… ah… uh… Mom, thank you,” I stuttered like a robot, dazed and confused.

            “Dear, is everything ok? Was that too much?”

            “No, I just… well yes. It’s a bit much to swallow. Still… thank you for finally telling me.”

            “Are you going to be alright with that woman? Is she treating you well? Is she feeding you?”

            I glanced back at Nina, who was still asleep. “I think she’s going to be great Mom. Don’t worry about that.”

            “Ok.”

            There was a long pause in the conversation. Finally, my mother mentioned she’d need to be getting to bed.

            “Well… one last thing before you go. About Dad?”

            “Yes dear?”

            “Since we never talked about him before and I never got the chance to actually know him… what was his name?”

            “The store I purchased him from had merely given him a number, but I had always liked the name Charlie. So, he went by Charlie.”

            “Oh… well, thank you Mom. I love you.”

            “I love you too Dean. Goodbye.”

            Shocked, I put the phone back and climbed down to the floor. My whole body felt numb, and my stomach began to flip over and over. Powerful emotions swirled around in my heart, a complex cocktail of bewilderment, betrayal, and realization. My memories of my old life began to feel more and more like a dream every moment. Everything I’d thought I’d know, about myself and the world around me, was false. It was like my entire history was fading away. Who was I really? What was this place? Where do I go from here?

            Furthermore, what did this mean for my relationship with Ms. Bianchi? Did she truly love me, as I thought, or was I just being stupid and she really thought of me only as a toy- an object to own like every other man?

            Unable to really cope, I curled up in a ball on the linoleum kitchen floor, wedged in next to the gargantuan refrigerator and the cabinets. Dizziness overtook me. I wanted to cry again, but no tears would come- I’d sobbed them all away an hour ago. I’m sure I looked pitiful, but I didn’t even care anymore. I was at the definition of rock bottom, because in this world I was barely taller than the rocks themselves. That was just something I guess I’d need to get used to.

            …………

            Nina’s tremendous footsteps followed a few minutes later and she found me in the kitchen, still curled up next to the cabinets. Without saying a word my beautiful giantess scooped me up and held me, cradling me in her arms like a child. She pressed me to her chest and spoke. Her voice was soft and comforting, with a calming sound to it.

            “Hey, I heard your whole conversation with your mother. I’m sorry you had to find out like that. Let me take you to bed now.”

            Still too emotional to respond, I sobbed, sniffled, and pathetically mashed my face into the massive boob next to me. It was all I could do. My whole body jostled a bit as Nina carefully carried me back into the living room, turned off the T.V., and then travelled into the master bedroom.

Inside the room, she had a massive king sized bed with red sheets. There, she set me onto pillow next to hers, and curled up sideways beside me. I noticed that her enlarged feet dangled pretty far over the edge of the bed, even though my back was facing her. With her head propped up by one arm, she used her free hand to caress me a bit, dragging her pointer finger gently across my naked body and back. It felt wonderful, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation.

            She sighed, causing the whole surface of the bed to rise and fall with her breath. “Dean, sweetie, are you going to be ok? Why don’t you talk to me about it?”

            I didn’t know where to start, and for once I didn’t want to just blurt words out to her. In a way, I’d lost my trust of her. This entire time, she’d been playing along with my delusions, pretending that my “original world” had actually existed, saying stuff about science to keep me talking. Acting like I was some interesting experiment. Poking and prodding me to get me to talk more. And for what?

            A terrible thought entered my mind. A horrible, terrible, awful thought. What if this whole time, she planned on “correcting” me? All the conversations, the interrogations and questioning… what if all that was to confirm I was actually “too smart” and needed to be corrected? Maybe all I’d been doing was incriminating myself. When I’d first awoken to this place, Ms. Bianchi had mentioned bringing me in to be experimented on. Was this what she intended? She didn’t love me! She was faking. What the hell did I know about love anyway!

            The thought was too much. Tears rushed down my cheeks as I bawled.

            “Oh… Dean. I didn’t…” For probably the first time since I’d met her, Nina was a loss for words.

            Fuck it- I had to know. I flipped over to face her, frowning at her.

            “You knew this whole time, didn’t you!” I shouted, overwhelmed by emotion. It was a bold accusation, but at this point what did I have to lose anyway?

            Her face was warped with concern, her beautiful lower lip pouting out ever so slightly, and her gorgeous eyebrows knitted upward with hurt and worry. I immediately regretted my brashness. Her face was the one of a concerned lover, not an evil betrayer.

            “I did.” She admitted, her teeth finding her lip and biting ever so slightly.

            I turned my gaze downward, ashamed. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. “So… what are you planning on doing with me? When you pulled me into your office the other day and questioned me, I admitted I thought I was in another reality. You said you were going to take me to a college and present me to the scientific community…”

            I paused a bit before continuing, “…but that was a lie, wasn’t it? For a man, I’m too smart, aren’t I? When you… when you take me in, am I going to be corrected?”

            Nina let out an amused chuckle, and one eyebrow shot up quizzically. “Is that what you think? Really?”

            “Don’t tease me.”

            She smiled warmly and rolled her eyes a bit. “No, Dean, I’m not going to have you corrected. I’ll admit you’re very smart, but apparently not smart enough to see what’s right in front of you. I’ve taken a liking to you, sweetie, and I like you just how you are.”

            With that she poked my chest gently. It tickled a bit, causing me to squirm.

            “You’re so small and cute. And such great company! I’m hesitant to admit it this early, but I’ve become quite enamored with you. You’re not like the rest, and you’ve made me realize something. I don’t want some mindless slave blindly worshipping me. I want a man I can talk to, who can hold a decent conversation. I want someone to love, and who also worships me like the goddess I am,” she added with a laugh, poking a little fun at herself.

            “Being that you are a goddess, I think I can give you that,” I added softly. I meant it. This woman was pretty much all I had now, so I was ready to give myself to her.

            “Being that I’m a goddess, I think I should get what I want.” And with that, a strong feminine hand wrapped around my upper body. Hoisting me into the air, Nina rolled onto her back and lowered me towards her womanhood. Already, it was hot, wet and ready. The fingers on her free hand expertly opened her slit to receive me, and I began the long, slow slide to the vast reaches inside her. Her sheath enveloped me in warmth and love, clear up to my shoulders, before beginning to retract me. I felt every ridge, every nook and wrinkle of her insides slip over my naked body, caressing me in a tight embrace.

            It is an experience that transcends words. No amount of description or verbiage does it justice. If there was anything positive I could say about this woman’s world, it would be that the sex I had with Nina was beyond glorious.