Jonathan ignored the reasons Lillian had to say
what she was saying. It came out of the blue for him. He felt sort of mad, it
seemed that she was underestimating him. He was an adult; he could take care of
himself. Hasn´t he done that during all these years?
Of course, he used to be an independent 5´9”
man who managed to succeed the way he wanted in life. He wasn´t rich or
anything like that, but he made it all the way to where he was on his own.
Now, it seems life gave a little twist. He´s
been shrunken all the way down to 2´7”, the cause, that milk Lillian gave him.
Her arguments bothered him enough to distract him and point his attention away
from the milk; the milk and any growth or shrink that had been going around.
Now, as he stood up before the gigantic woman,
who seemed more imposing than ever, he had to defend himself. Prove her he´s
still capable of living on his own, even if he can´t. The truth is, his head
doesn´t even clear the counter tops now, everything´s heavier and out of reach.
“Jonathan, dear, I´m just trying to help you
out here.” Said the titanic woman as she took a step closer to him.
“What, help? I mean, I appreciate your… good
intentions but, I think I´m ok.” He replied. The truth is he wouldn´t mind some
help, but the way she called him “defenseless” it pissed him. It touched a
nerve on him.
“Please sweetheart, listen… I don´t mean to
sound rude or anything, just let me explain…” she started as her face showed
some distress. It seemed to her that Jonathan was pushing himself away from
her. And that couldn´t be. She was so close now.
“Wha… listen? What!? Are you going to point out
the fact that I´m now a tiny man trying to live on his own? That I´m too small,
too weak, too… “defenseless”?” he declared.
“Oh, is that it? Did I insult you when I said
you were defenseless? Honey, listen, I didn´t mean to offend you, it´s just
that… well, I wasn´t lying, you ARE defenseless. You´re so small now, so…” she
stopped for a second before she said something that could bother him more, so,
to make a point, she added: “What if someone breaks in and tries to hurt you?
Hmmm, have you thought about that?” she rose an eyebrow and placed her hands on
her wide hips.
He blinked for a moment, the truth is, Melissa
had actually done that earlier, but he couldn´t admit it and prove her right.
He just scratched the back of his head and turned at the floor.
“You haven´t don´t you?” she asked as she stood
straight, appearing even taller.
“I… I think I can take care of myself…” he
protested.
“But honey, the thing is… you can´t. Just look
at you, you´re no longer the man you used to be. Even I back then didn´t
thought you were so tough…” she admitted. How imposing could she found him when
he introduced his 5´9” frame to her 6´6” one. She was the one who appear
imposing to him; and now, that size gap had increased exponentially. She´s
currently five feet taller than him. Over three times the size he is. Still,
she knows he can get smaller.
“Ok but, I don´t need you here… I´m a man and
I…” she interrupted him.
“I know… I made my mind and I think you would
be better at MY place.” She spoke.
Jonathan´s eyes widened. Made her mind? Had she
like… thought about this before? For an instance, it didn´t sound that bad, he
did need someone to help him thru the day. He´s no longer capable of achieving
much without a booster step.
“Y-your house… like, moving in with you?” that
seemed really odd. And sort of inconvenient. She had just made both of her
breasts pop out of her blouse. And she was at HIS place, now, how would things
be if he moves in with her? Is she going to walk around topless or even naked?
He could already feel the arousal growing in him just by thinking about it.
“Yes dear, MY place.” He could see some angst
in him. She must wash away any sense of doubt or fear towards her. It was hard
for her seeing how he protested rather than accepting her proposal. But she had
to earn his trust. Else, she won´t get what she wants.
“Listen.” She started. “I know it´s… unexpected
and maybe hard for you… but trust me, after some time, you´ll get used to it.”
She said, not wanting to reveal her truth intentions, or the fact that she was
the cause for his sudden “condition”.
“I… I don´t know…” he replied. Wondering if she
actually said SOME time.
*sigh* “I didn´t want to say this out loud
Jonathan, but… you need me.” She spoke.
Jonathan felt puzzled, need her?
“After the chat we had the other day, I know
there hasn´t been such a thing as a maternal figure for you. You told me your
mother left you at your own with your father, who didn´t love you, and your
brothers, who I honestly believe haven´t called you since you left your house.
Now, for me, it seems you have never felt how it is to have a… a mother, someone
who cares for you, someone who looks after you, someone who can comfort you,
Jonathan. I´m willing to… in a way, give you the love and attention you so long
missed.” She declared, with some sort of open aura on her.
Was it real? Did she just said out loud what he
heard? A “maternal figure”? Where did that even come from? Lillian seemed to be
an attentive woman but… wasn´t she going a bit too far?
“I don´t…” started Jonathan, before she lowered
herself and cut him off.
“I know it sounds… crazy but, well, you´re so…
I just… please sweetheart, allow me to help you.” She declared.
“I think this is a bit… odd, maybe?” he
replied.
“Nonsense, odd? Why? Why can´t a grown woman
look after his adult neighbor who´s… ill?” she asked.
“Nothing but, a maternal figure?” he asked.
“There´s nothing wrong in seeing a woman that
way. I just want you to see me as the woman who can help you, whenever you´re
afraid, lone or even sad, I´d like to be the woman who can comfort you.” Then,
she placed her hand over his head, engulfing his whole skull with one hand.
She had casted a large shadow over him, he
panicked. This was getting sort of… weird. And the worst part is, her boobs
menaced to fell out of her top again as she bent towards him. He craved for
those giant breasts, but she must not know that.
And Lillian, well, she let aside some of the
truth as for why she wanted to be that figure for him. It seemed logical, in a
way. But this was not the time to confess her whole plan. So far, she didn´t
even thought about it at all, she was supposed to come and take him with her.
And he should follow, no questions asked. But it seemed that he doesn´t trust
her that way… yet.
For a moment, there was an awful silence in the
room. Everything was so quiet after Lillian´s confession. Jonathan needed some
time to process the whole thing. Should he follow her or shall he stay? What
were the pro´s and con´s on this proposal?
A pro is that he´ll be able to lure at Lillian´s
enlarged body all day long. On the other hand, what if she gets mad and kicks
him out for being a peeping tom? He´d still have Melissa but… he had proven
before that she´s not so… trustable now.
After her unexpected rage display, Jonathan
knew Melissa was not so… stable per say. Was it the growth spurt or… he just
doesn´t know her that well? But Lillian, even after the growth spurt, she
seemed as kind as always. Maybe it was ok to trust her.
“How bad can it be…” he thought as he turned at
her and said: “I´ll… I´ll go with you…” he told her.
Lillian smiled, she joined her hands in what
seemed to be a display of joy and said: “Very well, why don´t we go to my place
now… it´s getting kind of late.” She wasn´t aware that Jonathan was more a
night´s person, and that he had just wake up from a loooong nap. He wasn´t
tired at all. But he followed.
“Hold on.” He said before making it to the
door. “I, uhm, I need some clothes you know… and maybe a shower.” He added.
“Very well, go get them and I´ll wait here for
you… unless… do you need any help reaching?” she politely asked.
“Oh no, not at all. I´ll be… fine.” And so, he
left and headed upstairs to collect some clothes from his room.
Lillian was surprised things turned out so
well. She was just a few steps away from succeeding on her plan. Jonathan was
so close, just a few inches more and then… he´ll be hers and hers alone.
Jonathan made it to his room, opened a bag and
threw in some clothes, and of course, his phone. But there was something
bothering him, “maternal”?
Lillian was a lone mature woman, perhaps, she
needed him as much as he now did. Still, wasn´t it a better idea to get some
boyfriend or something? Why calling for your shrunken neighbor? Unless there
was something he couldn´t catch yet, and there was, he just found it sort of,
strange. Unless she wanted to have him as her tiny lover. He wouldn´t mind.
He threw everything inside the bag and came
downstairs. His few clothes were so strangely heavy. And big. It was hard for
him to make it thru the stairs with that bulky bag over his shoulder. But he
managed.
When he arrived at the door, Lillian reached
for him with both arms and said: “Need help?”
He stopped right there, after that confession,
was she trying to… carry him? Like, in her arms? He stuttered but he said,
“What?”
“The bag, do you need help with it?” asked
Lillian.
Inside Jonathan´s mind, he was thinking: “The
bag, of course…” He simply replied, “sure” and gave it to her.
It was amazing how easily she handled that bag.
For him, it was a huge one, as large as his whole torse; on Lillian´s hand, the
bag seemed tiny. She only needed one hand to carry the whole thing. For her,
that bag must be as light as a feather.
But he kept the idea of her carrying him inside
his mind. Would he be as light to carry as that? He didn´t want to picture the
amazonic woman carrying him. But it was hard for him not to right now.
Both stepped out and, as he took the key from
his pocket, she said: “Allow me…” and with a single move, she took the key from
him.
Lillian´s hand seemed gigantic as she pulled
the key form his hands. She was titanic, a goddess. Everything on her was
bigger, rounder, thicker. Her body was simply, sensuous, and the way her flesh
swayed as she moved, it left him in awestruck.
She inserted the key and locked the door. Now,
it was time for Jonathan to follow Lillian towards her place. He tried to think
if this was still a good idea. But he didn´t want to offend his neighbor. She
had been so kind up until now, and what´s more, what type of clothes does she
wear during night hours? Part of him prayed for her to sleep nude.
Which guided him to his next question, where
will he sleep? That shouldn´t be hard to solve, he fitted very well on the
couch. Any couch, it didn´t have to be a sofa-bed. Even a large cushion will
work.
Lillian had a warm feeling inside as she walked
next to him. Things were working very well. Even if she had to slow real down
to meet his pace, it was worth it. His main question was, when will she truly
confess? When is she going to proceed and make this fully? She needed to think,
but she will not take more than a day or two to fulfill her desires.
Right now, she needs to rush to her house, more
precisely her bathroom. She could feel an immense pressure on her breasts. The
milk, it was becoming too much. The pressure, she needed to relieve the
pressure. She knew the right person for it, but, given the way he just acted,
he needed a bit more before that.
She could easily force him too. The second he
steps in her house. She could get a hold of him, rip her top and, effortlessly,
guide his mouth towards her swollen tit.
She could visualize her nipple dripping milk as
he pleads for her to stop. But there was the problem, he´ll plead… to stop.
Lillian didn´t want him to resist, in fact, she
wanted him to insist. To crave for it. She wanted him to actually need her, not
turn him into her slave or something like that. She needed to create a bond
with him. And for that, she´ll have tomorrow.
During the whole day, she´ll prove him he needs
her. That his life will be way better if he just let go and give in to her.
“Ok, here we are… home sweet home.” She spoke
as she opened the door of her house. But she had another idea on her mind,
inside her head, she added: “Your new home… baby.”
“Thank you, Lillian. You know, for… for
everything.” He had to change his attitude. Not everyday your over voluptuous
neighbor opens the doors of her place for you. Besides, she offered to take
care of him. And her meals were so… tasty, for sure, he´ll be treated as a
king. Not that he wanted to, he wasn´t greedy. He won´t abuse her hospitality.
“Ok, I´ll let this bag of yours… right here…”
she let the bag on the couch. “Now, if you excuse me… I have to use the, you
know, the lady´s room for a moment.”
She had a certain rush on her tone, but he
simply nodded and said: “Of course.”
She rushed because she didn´t want Jonathan to
see the wet spots that were about to appear over her tits. She could feel her
nipples getting hard, the milk about to come out. It will be even more obvious
because she wasn´t wearing any bra beneath her top.
She needed to drain herself, even if it wasn´t
in the way she had expected. She simply jogged thru the stairs and went
straight to her bathroom. Her breasts bouncing heavily as she made her way.
Finally, she got inside and closed the door.
She spread her top to the sides and revealed her swollen tits. There were
already veins showing, she had been holding for quite some time. Lucky her,
only a few drops had come out.
She pinched her nipples with her fingers, as
she softly moaned, she could feel the flow of milk coming from both breasts.
She was so full that the softest pinch allowed lots of milk to come out.
“F-fuuuu-uck…” she said between moans, trying
her best to keep it low, “this is… ooohh, not the way I wanted to do t-this…
but the-ohhh, there´s no other choice. J-jus-st… just wait my sweet Jonathan…
oooohh, just wait until tomorrow. This will… aww, this will be all yours.” She
said as the milk went down the pipe. Another waist of her milk, but if she
wanted her plan to succeed, she needed to create a bond with Jonathan.
She´ll allow him to see her milking tits, but
he needs to come by himself. She has to make her way so that, when she pops her
dripping breasts out, he comes on his own and encircles her nipples with his
mouth.
She had a plan, she´ll show him how good of a
mommy she can be, but that will be after she comes out of the bathroom. Such
swollen breasts need quite some time to release the milk.
In the meantime, Melissa made her way to the
store. She felt kind of odd wearing such baggy clothes. She was a bit too
conscious with her new body.
She was so tall that she felt everyone will be
staring at her. When she came in, there were no abnormally tall women to make
her feel identified. No woman as tall as her, not even 6´ tall… or close.
Everyone seemed average.
It felt so odd how regular sized people appears,
so… small around her. She outstood much more than she´d like. She was not
wearing any bra beneath her clothes. She was worried that somehow people will
notice, or if her top will become semi-transparent under a certain light.
The only place she went after her spurt was
Jonathan´s house. And he was alone. So far, he had been the only person who had
seen her, well, her new self.
She felt weird, but then, as she walked thru
the store. She gained some confidence. Why should she be afraid? No one knew
she used to be like a foot shorter. She could stand proud, until, she met the
dairy section.
There she was, looking straight at the gallons
of milk. They were… there. Just doing whatever a gallon does until someone
picks it up and pays for it. Nothing else.
There was nothing abnormal in them. She just
waited there. She decided to check on who purchased those gallons. To see if
someone showed a sign of having some height changes.
She wandered in circles thru the store, but
everyone who picked the gallons, so far two people, seemed normal. Maybe she
could´ve asked, perhaps this was their first time having the milk, but she
didn’t encourage herself so much.
She approached to the fridge one more time, and
stood there for a moment, until someone said: “excuse me…” It was a man´s
voice.
Melissa turned, but she immediately lowered her
gaze to meet this man´s face. He was around thirty, with a slim physique and he
stood at, well, given the sudden height change, she was no longer sure how tall
people actually was. But she estimated the man was 6´ tall or so.
After a quick look at him she said: “Sorry…”
and moved away. The guy was sort of impressed to find a woman that tall, but he
didn´t care that much, although, he did lure at her ass before asking her to
move.
Melissa saw how the man leaned forward and
grabbed one of the gallons she was looking at. She thought for a moment about
something, it was now or never, so she decided to ask the man something. “Uhm,
can I ask you something…” she said from above.
The guy turned and said: “Ok… what´s up?” in a
very causal way.
“Well, I´ve been thinking about buying one of
those but…” she had to lie and make something up quickly, “but I don´t drink so
much milk, I´m more an expresso person, heh… soooo, is it good?”
The guy rose an eyebrow, that was a really
unexpected question, but given how pretty she was and that he had actually
taken a nice look at her butt, he replied: “Well, sure, it´s good.”
“Nice… uhmm, so, there´s nothing wrong with
it?” she asked, almost regretting it the second she spoke.
“Wrong like… does it get spoiled often or…?” he
had no clue where she was going. If this was some sort of picking line, she was
terrible at it.
“No, I mean, like, there´s nothing wrong with
it, like, it´s just like any other milk you´ve tired… right?” she asked, now
feeling nervous. Although, she shouldn’t, she had like six inches on the guy.
If someone should be nervous, it shall be him as he looks up at her.
At the beginning he was, why would a tall sexy
lady talk to him, but the more she talked, the more she seemed to be a weird
lady, with some really weird questions.
“Sure, it´s normal… is this some sort of
prank?” the guy asked, her questions seemed too odd. If she pointed somewhere
else and said: “Yeah, we´re filming you for our channel or something…” then it
would explain some things. But it wasn´t the case.
“No, not at all, I just…” she made something
up, “it´s just that I´m a little insecure, you know, and I wouldn´t like to buy
a whole gallon and…” she looked at him hoping he would somehow understand and
stop her, but he just gave her a weird look and slowly started moving away
until he actually left.
She couldn´t blame him, it will be weird for
anyone who wasn´t her or Jonathan. But if so far he didn´t know what she was
talking about, most likely there was nothing wrong with the milk.
“Oh well…” sighed Melissa before she grabbed a
gallon herself and went straight to the register.
She didn´t have the success she had thought,
so, there was only one way to figure out things. Another dose of it. So far,
everyone seemed normal. In a way, this milk seemed not to be the cause, but if
it wasn´t the milk from the store, then what was it?