Post safety word usage she'd hugged me for a while, giggling and shimmying around before planting huge, heart shaped, black lip stick marks all over my torso. Then, happily, she bounced around the bed, comparing her new size to various things in the room, her massive frame quaking the floor and shaking my even skinnier, even smaller form. At her size I, for some reason, expected her to be lumbering and oaf like, unable to move with her regular agility. The opposite was true. Graceful, controlled, lithe and firm and poised, she seemed even faster, more agile. A colossal feline, muscles fluid, shifting seamlessly, a predator in the wild. The only thing contrary to it all was her mammoth breasts. She actually had to hold them with an arm as she bubbily hopped around. I didn't doubt for a second that if she dropped them on me I'd be feeling a consciousness threatening impact. Yet, her one arm could hold them both securely, a vein across her defined, meaty forearm.

First she stood by my wardrobe, tittering, easily looking down at it's top. Running a finger along the edge, she let me know that I needed to dust better. I couldn't help but picture her hugging the box like structure, wrapping her arms around it and squeezing, turning the cheap wood into kindling and sending more of my life into entropy. She didn't though. Pleased with the size comparison, she moved away. Twirling, she went on to test her new body against other things.

The dresser at the end of my bed eventually drew her attention. Ae Ri had to bend at the hips to drop her tits onto it, a resounding slap echoing out. Their volume spread outwards in a heavy flood of flesh, sending my slim, cheap digital clock to the ground. Peering down at it, something visibly clicked in her mind. Her foot came up and then down, weight of her body guided to earth viciously. A crunch from out of my view signaled the clock's demise. "Oh, that was so easy to break." Ae Ri laughed, a new sparkle in her eye. "Like, you can't see, but my foot covered the whole thing." Putting an elbow down, beside her boob, she rested her chin in her hand and looked over at me, scanning me up and down. "I think you'd probably be pretty easy to break now too." She murmured, teasingly, blowing me a kiss before straightening up and heading to the door. All 6'4 of her filled the frame, head only an inch or so from the top, flared curves almost touching the edges, barely leaving any gaps of space to squeeze by. With her stood there, the door may as well be closed. Turning 180, she affixed her gaze to me and playfully bobbing up onto her toes gently, she tapped her head against the top of the frame. Pondering for a moment she sized me up and then looked to the slithers of space her body left as potential exit points. A smirk played on her lips and I knew she was thinking the same thing I just had. If I did escape she could literally just stand there and I had no exit. Grabbing the top of the frame, casually, effortlessly, she cranked out a dozen pull ups, dangling from her fingertips.

Dropping down, taunt muscles slowly relaxed, just a smidge more pumped than they'd been. God, she looks absolutely glorious. I hated that it was true, but it was. She'd become an evolved, sexier, stronger, bigger and better version of herself once again. At this size, with her proportions, she looked unreal. Intricate swells of muscle that moved in waves, outrageous curves flawlessly meshing into definition. Crafted by some occult magic or divine, omnipotent hands. Seemingly more than human. Beyond perfect. Running her tongue over her teeth, she grinned at me from a doorway that felt too small. I couldn't help but feel that she'd basically transcended people completely. While I...

While I had wasted away. A tomato shriveled and shrunked by the sun. Dwindled away bit by bit, broken down, chipped away until I laid on this bed, feet so far from the end that they would have previously hung off. This must be a nightmare or some twisted dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. Fuck, I couldn't even pinch myself to check. Since shrinking my arms had been pulled up from the mattress even more, blood flow restricted by gravity due to the angle of my limbs. I'd tried screaming for help earlier, while she kissed me all over, but; refusing to let her mood be soured, Ae Ri had regaged me, sticking a bundle of cloth into my mouth with one thick digit and proclaiming, "silly! You know no one can hear you in here." She was right. My house, small as it was, was sat between two others. Large gaps between them. Fuck me for moving into the suburbs.

Now, after her frolicking and prancing and posturing her size, she was laid next to me once more. Dominating the space on the bed despite positioning herself to give me room. Two thirds of the way down the bed and to the side, she'd laid her huge head on my ribs as she played on her phone. Idly her feet bobbed up and down, legs dangling off of the end of the bed, slightly diagonally, avoiding the dresser that she'd rearranged to make room. Faintly, I could hear those massive feet tapping the floor. I felt like a fawn trapped under the massive head of a tiger. A monster lounging on it's snack for later.

Escape wasn't impossible, right? I just had to be more tactful. No more screaming and struggling. I had to play into her psychosis just a little at least - open up a window of opportunity. Not outright give in, because that would be obvious, but not try to feverishly escape. Lower her defenses by placating her ego. After all, a physical struggle would be unimaginable now... Even before she'd ripped six extra inches out of me it would have been impossible.

So, when her head of raven hair shifted on my chest, silk spooling out all over, and she peered up to ask a question, I knew this could be a chance to loosen the noose.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. Slapping her forehead she laughed, "Duh, of course you are. Transfers." She shrugged. "I'm starving though. I think it's finally making me -" Teeth gnashed closed, lips peeled back over them as she winced, a roar vibrating my legs subtly, abs flexing. "Okay, it took a while but fuck - I seriously need to eat. Now." Jesus. I hadn't even considered how much a 6'4 Ae Ri would eat. And this was post transfer to boot. Twisting her body, Ae Ri began to move, gathering herself up.

"Hmmmmphhhhh!" I grunted into the gag.

She chuckled. "I know, chill! I'll bring some food up for you too. I'm gonna go raid your fridge."

"MHHHHHPH!" I grunted again, desperately trying to be un-gagged.

Standing near the foot of the bed, she gave me a dubious look. "You want to talk?" I nodded rapidly. "If you try somthing again, I will have to punish you." A chill ran through me. Her warning had a tone that made it sound as if 'punishing me' would be a horrible task. However, the large, sinister smile that stretched across her face said the opposite. "Still wanna talk?" This time I nodded more shallowly. Moving a step closer, she bent at the waist for a moment and, with one exceedingly long arm, plucked the fabric from my mouth.

"There's a -" I coughed to clear my throat. "There's a Chinese place here that has huge portions." I knew I had her attention when her eyebrows rose. "We both know you're gonna need more food than I have." I tried to be persuasive, sweetening the deal further. "I-if you order from my phone you can use a discount code I have." Silence swelled as Ae Ri thought about the offer, her gaze lasering into me, very obviously trying to weigh the offer's sincerity, calculating what risks ordering food would have.

"Okay." Came her simple answer, a slight nod accompanying it. There was a pause for a moment and her scarily contemplative expression hung briefly until it snapped away, a sweet smile replacing it. "Aw, I guess it'll be just like old times, won't it? You buying me food after a transfer." I guess I'd be using the discount code then. She bent again, stroking my cheek gently. "But right now. Fridge." With that statement she straightened and bound away, ducking slightly as she skipped out of the room and echoed heavily down the stairs.

Limply, I sunk back into the bed. At least I had earned the trust not to be regagged. Even if it was because the threat of her wrath was terrifying. I didn't know what type of punishment she had in mind. Hopefully, I wouldn't find out.

Downstairs I could hear clattering. Plates and cutlery, pots and pans, and cupboard doors. The fridge beeping because it had been left open too long joined in the chorus. A distant, joyful moan rumbled. Time dragged on while she plundered the kitchen.

Scrunching my toes, I squeezed my lifeless hands into fists, a stomach cramping pain in my middle. This whole situation was a frustrating metaphor for our relationship. Me stuck, hungry and wanting, while Ae Ri is casually taking and taking and taking. Controlling my breathing, I tried to dull the pain stabbing in my middle. It felt like hours of torture. Eventually the sound of approaching, creaking footsteps was enough to marginally distract me. Opening my eyes I was surprised to see her teetering, holding a tray laden and piled and stacked with food, a huge sharing packet of doritos held in her teeth.

Placing the tray down on the dresser she dropped the doritos, grabbed a plate, and rounded over to me. "Open wide!" She chimed, sitting down and drawing the mattress and everything on it towards her weight. Eyes widening, I followed the order, eager for any sustenance. A finger sandwich, something you might find in a summer picnic, was carefully fed to me. Chewing gratefully, I groaned in relief. Infuriatingly, the flavours were sublime. She'd made me thin, little meatball marinara and mozzarella sandwiches. Something I'd told her was my favourite a long, long while ago. A paradoy of a happy 1950s housewife, she beamed as I ate, munching down a sandwich at a time. But it didn't last long. Only a few sandwiches in, I could actually see my stomach beginning to swell outwards. God, this was pitiful. By the seventh thin segment of bread and meat and cheese, I let out a whine.

"W-wait. I'm getting full."

Her eyebrows knit together. "Seriously?" She looked at the food in her hand, dwafed by the plate like diameter of her appendage. Taking it between two fingers she lifted it up and popped it into her mouth like an amuse-bouche. It was gone in a flash. Snuffed away, less than a snack, just a morsel. "Gosh, that could never fill me up. I'd need a million of them." Turning to face me, a glint sparkled in her eye and there was a tug at the corner of her lips. "Like, seriously, you'd have to be pretty shrimpy for this to fill you up. Don't you think so... Shrimp?" I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to have a mental break down.

Happily she continued to eat the rest of the sandwiches she'd prepared, inhaling food, a greedy, overfed glutton. But even as I thought that, I knew she looked anything but a glutton. Her shoulder dancing hypnotically with tone as she moved, almost artistically. Her abs were protruding out, packed with food, but that would be burnt away quickly. She wasn't a glutton. She was a roaring inferno, hungry for more fuel. Hungry for fuel to help her grow. My dick stirred and, quickly, I chomped down on the inside of my cheek, desperate not to be aroused by her.

Utilising her impressive wingspan she reached over to the dresser and extracted my phone from the tray, now also moving onto another source of food, sandwiches depleted. Casually, she held the phone up in front of me, using my face to unlock it. I felt a twinge in my stomach. She'd invaded my house and now she was invading my phone. Somehow the latter felt even more personal and private. A tiny beacon of who I was, locked behind a password. One she'd just bypassed, violating my privacy even more. I hoped she didn't go into my Internet history.

Opening uber eats, she quickly began browsing through. "Is this the Chinese place?" Quickly, she'd zoned right in on the correct restaurant, searching my order history and now offering the screen up to me again.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Wow, you've been getting some small orders." She mumbled, scrolling through the list that spanned months. "No wonder you're looking so scrawny." The side of a sly smirk was visible. She was laying on the teasing thick this time, probably testing my resolve not to shout. Biting back the urge to scream that I was like this because of her, I let the bait go, a masterful act of restraint.

Moving on, she began tapping, starting a new order, adding items, piling on the order. My imagination pictured the cart total climbing, climbing faster than Ae Ri up the wall in the video I watched all that time ago. "You want some spicy noodles? You might get hungry later. Wait, they do ribs but none of your orders had them. Why don't you get the ribs?" She paused, looking up at me. I was caught off guard. She'd remembered what I'd ordered while we were going out and somehow memorised all my pass orders at a glance. However, even more confusingly, she kept switching from unhinged maniac that was too big to be stopped, to dotting, caring, almost maternal girlfriend. Despite being my ex. I guess maniac meant anything could be expected though. The flickering change in mood was a symptom of a more overarching problem.

"They're in that sauce I don't like." I mumbled, feeling sheepish that we were having such a normal conversation in this very irregular situation.

"Oh. Don't worry, I'll get you the noodles with chicken then." Not a care in the world, she went back to ordering, cleaning out a pack of cookies. "Man, these guys are gonna think you're having a party." She laughed, reaching for yet more food. "I'm ordering sooooo much."

A familiar sensation gripped me. The unfairness of her being a bottomless pit while my stomach turned into a grape with each transfer. It reminded me of what Dr. Wilson had said. "Are you actually hungry?" I asked, bluntly. Turning to me, I could see she was surprised by the question. "Or are you just forcing yourself to eat?"

Swallowing audibly, throat bobbing up and down, Ae Ri began to smile. "What makes you ask that, Paulie?"

"Did you do it on purpose? Were you stealing my weight on purpose?" A cold crept into my voice. "Dr. Wilson told me why I lost so much muscle and weight. He said Hamilton read about diet and exercise having affects on the transfers. He said it was in a Korean scientific paper."

Laughter. Beautiful, joyful, evil, spiteful, vile laughter encompassed me. "Ohhhh, I mean, I tried to tell you." She said shrugging.  "But you got all riled up at the idea that it was our fault. I hardly even had to give you a nudge and boom, you went crazy!" Snorting, her laughter grew in volume, breasts jiggling as she rocked back and forth.

"You're a fucking bitch!" I snarled, pulling on my restraints all over again, rapidly falling back into a while wind of rage. "All that fucking time I thought you were helping me! You... You were farming me for size!" It just made her laugh harder, wiping tears from her eyes, leaning back and letting her boulderous abs flex right in my line of sight.

"Oh! Oh my God! Farming you for - holy shit, I love it! I guess that's exactly what I did!" She leaned in, squeezing and groping me. "Maybe I should do it now, huh? You're looking pretty skinny so I should totally fatten you up really nicely and then -" She made a sucking sound, audibly inhaling air through her pursed lips, upper body expanding cartoonishly as her diaphragm drew air in and she sat straighter, gradually flexing her body - "Drink it all up?" Curling one arm around she gave her own melon a quick squeeze, pushing out her back to emphasise them as much as possible.

I'd been so dumbfounded by the absolute lack of compassion or guilt that I'd been stunned silent. Until I snapped. "You're a FUCKING CUNT! I HATE YOU! I WISH WE NEVER -" A catcher mitt clapped over my mouth, thumb under my eye while her fingers curled all the way around my jaw, nails digging into my neck, completely muffling any noise I made. The vice around my face closed, pressure increasing harder and harder. It was a reminder that, if she wanted to, she could very easily put me in a world of hurt.

Yet, she wasn't mad, she was still laughing, letting my rage filled screams roll off her back easily. "Aw, you should really calm down, skinny. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but piss me off and I'll fucking hurt you." The cheerfulness bled out of her words, her smile dropping as the sentence drew on. She let me go, leaving me quiet as a mouse. "Now, since you're so curious, I think it's story time. So be a good little boy, and shut the fuck up." Back to jovial, she booped on my nose for each of the last four words. "So, ever since I heard about size tech, I did everything in my power to learn about the transfers. First step was getting Charlotte and I transferred onto the project. Then I started researching. I had access to all the papers those nerds produced from the beginning. I read everything. And that's why I know shit even the idiot 'experts' don't. Like, for example, it's not just size that's effected by the transfers. It's a chance to rewrite your whole fucking metabolism." The insane gleam in her eye had returned. Ae Ri had clearly been bursting to talk about this. To unveil to someone just how smart she was and just how much planning had gone into recent events. "I was eating tons on purpose, stuffing myself until it fucking hurt." She giddily giggled. "It forced my stomach to stretch after it had already grown, making it as big as possible, and it pushed my body's engine to run faster and faster. To help change me even on a molecular level. I always struggled to put on weight, so I knew this was my chance to change everything."

"But... Why would you try to speed up your metabolism?"

A stare that felt like a bolt of lightning struck me. Then it softened. "Aw, you're too cute when you're asking questions." She munched a handful of seasoning dusted triangles and mulled over my question. "A slow metabolism is good for putting on weight - muscle or fat - but my metabolism has always been really fast." Another handful crunched into her mouth. "So I leaned into it... I pushed myself to really eat. To force mysel to handle more, stomach more." She swallowed. "Because isn't it fucking hot?" Extracting a single doritos, she placed it on her tongue, dragging it between her ivory teeth and decimating it behind her juicy, lipstick covered lips. "I eat and I eat and I eat." She patted her middle. "Every single bite, every calorie, just makes my body grow bigger." Flexing a bicep thicker than my calf, she nodded to it. "Right now all this food," with her other hand she pointed at her stomach. "Is being turned into nutrients to make this bigger." Now she tapped her bicep. "Strands of muscle being rebuilt. Thicker. Stronger." She bounced the muscle up and down. I felt my stomach turn at the sight. Passively she was growing right fucking now. "Getting so full I can barely move, making myself guzzle down protein and calories and, most importantly, knowing I'm eating so much more than you. " She grabbed my branch of a leg, lifting it up and shaking the meatless limb. "Well, any skinny, scrawny, little bitch like you, anyway." A chuckle escaped her. "Remember after the first transfer what you said to me? 'Really think you can handle that much food?' Still think that, Paulie?" She asked, gesturing to the food around her. "I fucking love it, you know. I love that I can eat enough food for a family. Because I deserve it more than them. I deserve it more than you. Isn't it hot that I have eat your house dry? That I empty your wallet for one fucking meal? I'm like a plague of locusts. Your whole crop is gone and I'm still eating while you waste away and I get bigger." She shot me a little wink and this time, chomped a dorito in half with her teeth bared. "Plus, hedonism suits me. Why shouldn't I be able to eat whatever I want and still be the sexiest bitch in the world?"

A deep, bottomless melancholy washed over me. I couldn't muster up the energy to be angry. I just felt cheated and indignant and... Terribly, horribly, viscerally sad. She'd been sucking size out of me and purposefully draining my wallet and she was getting off on it. I felt used and worthless, stupid for not seeing it earlier. "Was any of it real?" The words were uttered, brimming with a despondent hollowness.

Barking a laugh, she cooed at me, finding the annihilation of my self worth to be funny. Crushing up the doritos left in the bag, like dry bones in her fist, she lifted it and up ended a corner at her lips. A whole sharing bag gone in minutes. Still chewing, she shifted, moving towards me, reclining and pressing her robustness against me, she hugged me. Licking the left over dust from her lips, she swallowed, curling her form around me. Long, long, powerful legs pushed under mine, mammaries swallowing my chest and her head just above mine. "Paulie, do you know why I'm here?"

"Because you're a monster and you're not done with me yet?"

This time the laugh was close enough to rattle my ears. "I like you, moron." I didn't know what to believe. What was real with this succubus and what was a sickly sweet lie?  "When I first saw you, I knew I could milk you for your height. I mean, come on, you were practically salivating the second you saw me." That was a fair assessment. "You made it so easy. But, honestly, it didn't matter who it was. Whoever was donating height to me, I was going to be taking a whole lot more than they planned to give."

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" I croaked, staring at the ceiling.

Tutting, she shushed me. "That's how it started. I saw you as an easy target. I mean, your lil' mommy issues gave you some serious Freudian -" Stopping, she shook her head. "Look, what I'm trying to say is: You, no matter how pathetic you are, wriggled and squirmed into my life in a way I didn't see coming and... Well, I got attached." She gave me a squeeze, more of her warm body mashing against me, her breast spilling over my chest in a tsunami, bloated abs grinding against my hip. "Remember how I said you were mine? I meant that, Paulie." Her breath was tickling my ear, heat from her skin warming my cheek. Pressing her forehead against the curve of the top of my head, her nose touched the top of my ear, lips talking directly into it as if it were a microphone. The more she spoke in her hushed tone, the sharper her pronunciation became. "That's because I like you. Let's be real, you're not on my level. You're pretty fucking worthless. But... You were cute and obedient. You showered me in attention and love. I could lead you anywhere I wanted. Like a puppy. My puppy. And when something is mine, I get very possessive." Her head lifted then and she took my chin, turning me to face her. Pressing her forehead to mine, we were now staring at one another. Deep, deep brown, sunset flecked eyes watched me as I got lost in them. "Every single inch of you. All mine. No matter how far you run, or how well you hide, I'll be coming." Goosebumps covered my entire body. Coloured drained from my face. "And even if you pretend you don't want to be mine, I know you love me. You can play hard to get all you want, but eventually I'm gonna have you again. I'll have you on your knees. Where you belong. Worshipping me." She paused. "Do you understand?"

Instead of ranting and raving, or giving in to despair, I bottled that up and played the game. I nodded and then, submissively, I broke eye contact, casting my line of sight down. A ploy to make her think I was embarrassed to say what came next. Pulling on the restraint, shuffling closer to her, I whispered. "I mean... I... I did miss you." I waited, breath shallow, pulse beating in my ears. I don't know if it worked, but Ae Ri began to softly laugh, moving up and cradelling me down against her bosom.

"Of course you did. I'm a lot to miss."


Laid there, under the weight of her curves, we stayed quiet, basking in the silence. I could hear her stomach gurgling, body digesting, stomach receding a little at a time. I tried not to think about what she said. About her body slowly growing even right now, fed by a whole kitchen's worth of food. I chewed the inside of my cheek slowly, trying not to be turned on by her mere presence, focusing my mind on escape. Struggling to not feel her; her mass on me, her soft, supple curves, her firm slabs of muscle, her slow, rhythmic breathing moving my body, her warmth... Her size. My body responded no matter how hard I strained my brain, the vestiges of my lust skirting around the edges of my consciousness and stirring up my libido. For some reason, although I knew she could feel my rock hard member, she didn't bring it up, instead, curiously, just cuddling up to me.

"Can I talk?" I asked, voice miniscule. Conversation would be better at distracting me, simmering my mind. She nodded and, I asked for permission to ask questions, to find out more about the real her. That must have stroked her ego, because happily, she allowed it, saying that she'd 'lied to me enough,' and that I had 'earned' some of the truth. "So... The goal was always to take my height?"

"Yep."

"Was anything you said in our first meeting real?"

"Well, we were a genetic match. If we weren't, trust me, you would have known after a transfer." She laughed. "Oh, that whole story about me being bullied was real. I just left out some of the later details..."

Two bombshells had been dropped on me in quick succession. "Wha - what do you mean? What would have happened if we weren't a match? And - and what did you leave out?" I asked, moving to look at her.

Ae Ri was checking my phone. I hardly noticed the fact that she didn't need to use my face to unlock it. She scoffed, disengaging from the embrace she had me in. "Food is gonna be here soon." She got up from the bed. "You only get one answer before I go get it. Choose wisely, Paulie."

Another infuriating game. This was her flexing control over me, loving the power. Okay. Play the game. Talk about her and keep feeding that fat, oversized ego. "O-okay. Tell me about the bullying, please."

"Hmmm." My wardrobe was open, a 6'4 giant blocking any view of the inside, picking out clothes and holding them up against her, discarding items over her shoulder. "Well, two girls did bully me." Metal hangers screeched along the rail and a shirt from one of them was extracted out. She tried to slip it on, the hem stopping just below her waist, only half covering her belly button. Seams along the armpit looked close to bursting, the fabric pulled tight over her back without even attempting to fasten the buttons. There was no way the shirt would close. "They targeted me because I was small. They'd beat me up." Even though it was an act of futility, she tried to close the two edges of material together, gripping them and pulling hard. My eyes widened as I watched, brain flashing back to the beast mode t-shirt. "They'd steal my lunch money and write crap all over my desk. The teachers were useless. They didn't stop anything. So it kept going." She grunted, pulling the edges closer, making my heart skip, cock inflating steadily. "Until..." The fabric warped around her, straining along her back. "I had..." Despite her herculean strength, the edges didn't even begin to reach her erect, pink nipples. "Enough." A extra dose of strength accompanied the last word and a sharp shearing of fabric kissed my ears. She'd just ripped my shirt open, the patch under the armpit tearing completely open to expose her ochre lat. I couldn't see the other side but assumed it was the same. Ae Ri chuckled, reaching around, hugging herself and slipping her fingers into the torn armpits. She ripped the material asunder, pulling it off in handfuls of scraps.

The story was left on pause as she admired her own handy work. "So... What did you do?" I asked, quietly, mouth dry, brain far too lust addled for it's own good by the display she'd put on.

"Hm?" Peering over her shoulder at me, almost just reminded of my existence, a vainglorious smile formed, seeing I'd been pulled in by her almost lascivious actions. Chomping down on the inside of my cheek, I willed the iron mast to go down, tasting blood on my tongue. "Oh, I ruined them." Such a casual tone didn't match the darkness of the statement. "Those two taught me that brawn wasn't the only way to win fights. I dug into their lives and I got all the fucking dirt I could. I found out that one girl's parent was cheating on her husband. The other girl was racking up debt on her 'emergency credit card'. Rich bitch." She spat the last phrase. "She thought she was untouchable. They both did. Right up until I hit them with the blackmail." A grossly gleeful giggle grew in volume. "I brought them down to my level. I made them beg me not to release the info. And that's how I got two slaves." Ae Ri was holding a baggy hoodie that I had tucked away in my wardrobe. She held it up. "God, I wish you'd kept some of your bigger clothes. All of these are so small! Like, they're gonna be crop tops at best." She unzipped the black material and began to shrug it on. The arms were stuffed with muscle, sleeves ending just below her elbows.

"You used them as slaves?" I was still flabbergasted by the callousness with which I'd been told this story. She had zero remorse.

"Yeah. For most of the school year. I'd use them for all sorts of stuff. I'd make them get me lunch, or beat up people who annoyed me - Oh, I'd even make them fight each other. That was actually hysterical!" She zipped the hoodie up and, as she'd predicted, the material left a sea of underboob visible above her back to trim waist. Stretched over her perky breasts, the zipper slowly wound back down until it reached an equilibrium between stress and tactile strength. "They'd bloody each other up until I was satisfied... The bigger one always seemed to win." Gaze becoming glassy, Ae Ri seemed to remember something long forgotten. "They both disappeared at the end of the school year. One got sent to a boarding school and the other went with her dad abroad. Her parents got divorced. But, it's because of those two that I decided... I'd manipulate any one and any thing to get my way. But one day... One day, I'd be the biggest, baddest bitch around. I'd be able to just take whatever I wanted." Spinning around, still bottomless, she faced me. "And with your help, my dream came true!" Kissing her black lips to her finger tips, she blew another kiss to me. "I still don't get why you'd want to give this up." She shrugged. "Size and stature and everything it let's you do. Pretty fucking stupid, Paulie. But it's okay. I'll protect you no matter how small you get." Glancing at my phone, she cursed. Searching the wardrobe more seriously, she pulled out a pair of shorts. "These'll have to do." Dragging them on, I watched as her calves and then thighs and then ass progressively overfilled the material more and more. They didn't fit. Her girth was far too much and her wide hips were popping seams with every manuever. They hugged her like a second skin, lycra without being lycra.

Taking care not to explode the fabric, she darted away with small movements, ducking out of the doorway and leaving me imprisoned in my own bed. 'No matter how small you get...' Sighing, I looked down at my rigid dick. "Fuck you, man."


The front door opened and shut. Downstairs, it sounded as if Ae Ri was raiding the kitchen again. I could only imagine the frenzied tornado she'd become now that the food had arrived. I baulked at the idea of how much of a hole had been gouged into my wallet. After rattling around, she returned, numerous bags of food hanging from her arms, another haul of snacks cradled against her chest. Carefully she put them down and disrobed again, not caring as more of my clothes was turned into rags.

Sitting down, she shimmied her ass over to my legs and sat cross legged on the bed. Hunched over, the treasure she'd secured was torn into. Staring at the mounds of muscle in her back, I was forced to listen to a rabid wolverine feasting. Crinkling bags, the popping of containers, smacking lips and moans of pleasure. Earlier had been part one of a two part meal. Her words resonated in my head again. 'Isn't it hot that I have to empty your wallet for a single meal?' 'Every bite is helping to fuel me grow.' A shiver ran through me and I felt butterflies in my stomach, once more imagining how much this must have cost. That familiar, creeping sexual desire bloomed in me as she ate. The disparity between us. The difference. The unfairness. The bulging ropes and strands of muscle right in front of me. I could just imagine her hunched over form throbbing bigger, inching larger, muscles fed stronger as more and more nutrients were stuffed into her bottomless gut.

Fuck. Her words had wormed into my head, right? This wasn't me, this was just her twisting my thoughts, manipulating me, conditioning me... Right? Or was this what I wanted? Goggling, watching, my dick painfully remained diamond hard, precum oozing out as my blue balled balls plused. I clenched my teeth, squeezing my eyes closed, wriggling my hips and straining everything in me, begging my stupid brain to shut the fuck up and stop being turned on by this crazy bitch.

"Oh my God!" My eyes fluttered open. Ae Ri was looking at me with worry. "I totally didn't think you'd be hungry again, I'm so sorry!" Stuffing a spring roll into her mouth she put down her own food and moved towards me, misunderstanding my outward turmoil. Pulling my noodles out of one of the bags, she fished for a spare set of chopsticks and snapped them apart. Dexteriously, she got a huge wad of noodles and guided them to my mouth. "Mhhhph!" She grunted through her mouthful, "Oppheen!" I wasn't hungry. I listened though, because explaining what my actual issue had been would probably piss her off. An insistent, niggling splinter of guilt was in my side too. I shouldn't be fooled by her potentially faux emotions, but the worry on her face had wriggled under my skin. It made me feel bad for how angry I was. Not bad enough to trust her, of course.

After gulping down the first delivery of hand fed food, I turned my face away from the second offered bundle of noodles. "Ri, could I... Feed myself?" I asked, using the nickname that I'd used a thousand times while we were dating.

Frowning, her head went askew, a look that said 'really' painted across her gorgeous face.

"Please. I won't do anything, I swear. I... My hands are so fucking numb, Ri. I just wanna get some blood back into them and - and it would mean you don't need to feed me. You can keep eating." She didn't budge, unmoving besides one eyebrow inching up. "Ri, what could I even do? I'm... I'm way too small to over power you. I couldn't get away even if I tried." I did my best impression of puppy dog eyes. Then I cursed myself for doing it, acting like a 'puppy,' just like she said.

But my efforts bore fruit. "Fine." She huffed, deflating as she rolled her eyes. Putting the noodles back, she got off the bed, the mattress practically wheezing in relief. "Lemme get some scissors."

Disappearing briefly, she returned with a pair I barely recognised. "I have two conditions though, Paulie." She said, rounding to me side, towering over my laid out form.  I got the sense that I was a student being chastised. "One:" She flipped her index finger up. "No stupid shit. Seriously. I've been nice so far, but I will make you regret it." I nodded franticly in response. "Good. And two..." Her middle finger joined the index. "You have to compare sizes with me!" The sentence was conjoined, squealed at a surprisingly high pitch and brimming with excitement. The intimidating, overbearing aura was gone, smoke in the wind, and a huge, pearly smile split her face.

I almost laughed. Flip flopping from murderous to cutely eager was becoming a patented move at this point. Was bipolar on the list of her mental conditions? "S-sure." I finally agreed. Clapping her hands together, she hopped on the spot, shaking the room and sending an earthquake through her breasts. They jostled even more as she leaned in, thrilled to be getting her way. With a shockingly delicate touch, she snipped away at my restraints and, for the first time in what felt like days, my hands fell, blood rushing back, in beat with my heart. Pins and needles throbbed as I cupped my hands together, desperately trying to get some feeling into my fingers.

My recovery was interrupted. Fingers strangled my arm, a hand engulfing my wrist and a portion of my forearm. In a whirlwind of movement I was yanked off the bed. Initially, I thought Ae Ri had lifted me clean into the air. I went into a free fall for a moment, thudding onto my feet and swaying, vertigo smashing my senses. It took me a moment, staring at the huge feet that flanked mine, to understand something. Getting off of my bed left me falling back to the ground. Ae Ri had pulled me off the bed horizontally, not up into the air. Stomach churning, I felt queasy, my size really becoming apparent now that I was verticle. I was miniscule, and those feet looked like they were close to double the size of my thin, slender ones. Panning my head up, I drank my Korean ex's long, sculpted form in, dreading to see just how much I'd be looking up at her. The dread mounted right up until I was looking straight. My eyeline had me looking just below her collarbone. Massive tits inches from my face below, her proud, self satisfied, cocky, conceited grin hovering inches above.

"Oh. My. GOD! You look so adorable!" She was actually trembling, fists up near her face, arms compressing her breasts so that they muffin topped out around them in all directions. Stepping in, she bent at the knees, bringing her face down, closer, forcing the illusion on me that she was growing over me, making my body retreat back and down, shrinking me into myself. She, on the other hand, filled the world. Eyes sparkling, the giant soaked my size in. The switch. The change. The unnatural flip in sizes. We'd almost traded places completely and I could see how utterly entranced that made her. The same thing that sent dread through every molecule in me was sparking through her, electricity skipping over myelinated sheaths. "How does it feel?" I watched her pupils dilate. "How does it feel looking up at me, shrimp?" Each syllable was packed with a ecstatic energy, her emphasis on the word 'me' pounding into all the fears I'd had months ago. I smelt the arousal growing heavy in the air, making me unconsciously salivate.

Muscular arms flexed around me, pinning my twigs flat as tits puffed up over my shoulders, around my meager chest and right up into my chin. Completely effortlessly, she stood straight, taking me skywards with her. Spinning, I was taken on a ride with her, skinny, bony body pressed against her hot, thick, solid one. Balls aching, my dick throbbed, my brain riddled with the sensation of her against me, lilac perfume slotting little chemicals into receptors and forcing serotonin into my system even thought I didn't want it  there. "Put me down, please, Ri." I said, attempting to keep the warring emotions in me out of my voice.

Good manners did the trick. Unceremoniously, she dropped me, my full 12 inch journey ended abruptly as I jarringly landed to stand in front of her. Smirking, she reached up, stretching her arms and tensing lithe, flexible muscles, towering above. I was acutely aware that she was purposefully trying to make me feel small. It was working, looking up at her, I realised she could drop her chin on top of my head without even tip toeing. Producing a tape measure, seemingly from the air, she held it out, catching me off guard. "Measure me."

My dick oozed precum just from the thought of seeing her height, seeing the numerical value of her size. Then I snapped back to reality. Stop. Enjoying. This. "B-but don't you already know your height?" I asked.

"Uh, duh! Of course I do. But I want to see the number. And I want to see your little face when you see the number." Blood boiling, I maintained my poker face, only my nostrils flaring as an indication of my indignation. Her uncanny ability to make my brain her residence was so annoying. Pulling levers, pressing buttons, she moulded me into whatever shape she wanted, whenever she wanted. The only safe place was away from her. Even if my penis disagreed. I took the tape measure.

Taking her place at the wall, she stood ramrod straight and waited for me. Awkwardly, I edged closer. Hooking the tape under her heel, I listened to it rattle as I extended it, trying not to focus on the human embodiment of sex that was stood expectantly waiting for me to read her height. But a problem became apparent. I'd pulled the tape measure taunt, arm stretched up over my head, but I couldn't see the numbers properly. Ae Ri reached up to pin the tape there. "Come on, midget, go find something to stand on." Her voice became a tittering laugh as she teased me. Scuttling away, I looked for something to stand on. It felt surreal moving through my home at such a starkly small scale, as if I were walking through some carnival fun house version of my place.

Retrieving a chair from a room I used as my office, I pulled it through to the bedroom and hopped up on it. For the first time in what felt like an age, I was looking down at my ex. But it felt all wrong. I still felt like a tiny waif and, even on the chair, I really wasn't much taller than her. Keeping my mind on the task at hand I read off her height. "6'7!?" I blurted in surprise.

Boisterous, emphatic laughter echoed out and the top of Ae Ri's head dropped down. "You're too easy, Paulie." When I'd left for the chair she'd propped herself up on her toes to slightly boost her height. I should have known. All this woman did was manipulate the truth.

"6'4..." I read off her height more begrudgingly.

"Aw, don't look so mad!" Grinning up at me, her head tilted and I felt the air around us grow heavy in anticipation of something coming. Leaning forwards, she pressed a fingertip to my chest. "Wouldn't wanna donate a few more inches to see what I really look like at 6'7... Would you?" The question alone made me feel queasy.

"I... Uh... I..." I couldn't tell her to fuck off. I couldn't. But I couldn't agree either.

"Don't you want to see me bigger? You have been thinking about it, haven't you?" My heart skipped. How the fuck did she know?! How was she always in my head?

"B-but you're already so big!" I parried the question, trying to deflect and compliment her at the same time, praying it would be enough.

"I'm not big enough, Paulie." The notion that she was 'big enough' had apparently angered her, her words slicing into me. "I want to be the biggest."

"But that's... That..."

"I thought you were being a good boy, Paul? Don't you want your mistress happy?"

"I do! I... I do, but I just -" Skipping straight over her new appointed title, trying not to get sucked into donating more Height, I stuttered. Abruptly, she grabbed my hands. Warm, soft, heavy, luscious, perfect weights filled them, filling my palms and pushing my fingers apart. Knees suddenly weak, I felt my balls painfully flex, dick vibrating with hunger. Her fingers forced mine to massage, kneading the gargantuan breasts in front of me. Looking down, I could see veins faintly, rivers through the glorious mound of tit. Her nipples slowly began to expand, a breathy sigh leaving her. If I thought her scent was strong earlier, I was wrong. The air grew humid and musty with the heady smell of sex.

"Your hands feel so fucking small. Look how big you made these, Paul. Look how f-fucking massive you made them. Don't you like them big?" My mouth flapped open and closed, brain stalling like an engine in an over worked car. "Don't you?" She asked with more force, continuing to maintain burning eye contact.

"I d-do."

"Wouldn't they be even better bigger? They would, right? Right?" I didn't have time to respond anymore, her hushed words coming faster and faster. "So why don't you make them bigger? Why don't you make me bigger? Give me just a little more, Paulie. Give me a little more of yourself. A slither. A few inches. You never liked being big anyway, right? And you're so fucking short now. What's one or two inches? Nothing. So why not?"

"I'm - I'm scared." I confessed, blubbering the words out. "T-tangerines." I used the safe word, hoping the magic would work twice, hands trembling against the ocean of breast, slight ripples apparent on their surface from my fearful movements.

But then, as if a switch flipped, the tension in the room was sucked away. Ae Ri stepped back, letting my hands fall and causing her boobs to bounce. "That's fair enough. The world must be pretty scary when you're this woefully, pitifully small." Hurtful words matched with a disdainful,  disappointed look. Honestly, it pained me. It made me want to please her. I shoved those thoughts away. She hooked her hands under my arms, hoisting me up and then down off of the chair.  "It's your turn to be measured, shorty!" Rays of sunshine in her voice, she was back to happy, playfully skipping aside, allowing me to take my position. Confused, reeling from the interaction we'd just had, I stepped into place, still consumed by the intensity she'd bore down onto me.

Numbly, I hardly registered her measure me. She joked about me being a certified dwarf at 5'4, pointing out how I'd gone from top percentile to bottom percentile in height for guys. Conversely, she'd leapt up to what was probably in the top percentile of height for either gender now. Or so she said.

After being measured, she whisked me away from the wall, ushering me to the bed. Pushing me onto the mattress, she thrust my food back into my hands. "Come on, eat up! You need it." I couldn't tell if this was genuine or if she was 'fattening me up.' Feeling like I was about to burst into tears, I ate. I didn't have the energy to seperate fact from fiction right now. I needed to process my size. Even if I did escape... My life was going to be completely different.

We ate. Ae Ri chattered on every now and then, but for the most part she was preoccupied ploughing through her food. That suited me well because right now I didn't want to act or talk or anything. I couldn't finished my food but stopped while she continued on. Realising I was done, somehow, she picked up the pace, inhaling faster, vacuuming up my leftovers. Gradually, my room became a landfill of containers and wrappers. All while I sat and passively let it happen. Ae Ri either didn't mind or didn't care about the mess as, as soon as she was done, a light bulb lit up in her mind.

"Hey, let's go watch Netflix and cuddle! We haven't done that in ages!" I wasnt given a chance to agree or disagree. Instead my hand was eaten up by her larger one and I was being dragged through my house. Staggering and stumbling behind her, I tried to glimpse an escape route. My breath caught in my throat as we hit the bottom of the stairs. My eyes locked onto the front door and, more importantly, my keys dangling from the lock. When she collected the food she must have forgotten the keys there! Hope flourished. That one slip up meant anything was possible.

Entering the front room, my captor stomped over to the two seater couch that sat cosily in the corner, dragging me behind her. My assumption that we were going to sit side by side was shattered immediately. Letting go of my hand, Ae Ri took two heavy, pounding steps and launched into a horizontal flight. Heart lurching in surprise, I witnessed her bulk twisting through the air for a millisecond, just before a meteoric impact came down onto the leather clad seats. The frame must have had some structural damage. She'd positioned herself so that her head and shoulders were propped up by one armrest and her legs were draped over the other end, occupying the entire couch space with her magnificent body, breasts still wobbling from her charged dive.

"C'mon, come cuddle." She said, folding her hands behind her head and relaxing.

"Um... Where should I..." Sit wasn't the right word but I really didn't know what she had in mind.

"Right here." Her tone made it sound like the most obvious answer in the world and she disengaged one arm to pat her chest, right between her two bosoms.

"Won't I be heavy?" I asked, genuinely worried. Her snort of derision killed the worry. Fine. Fuck her comfort, I shouldn't have even considered it anyway. Walking over, I gingerly put a hand down on her shoulder, trying to spread my weight before I really placed it down on her. I couldn't help but notice how good she felt. How smooth and soft her skin was, the muscle in that capped shoulder supple and -

Her free arm snaked around my waist and, with a bulge of her bicep, I was carried onto her, forced to straddle the spot between her waist and her hips. I could feel the furnace that was her sex, burning near my butt. Her hips were so wide that my knees were pushed apart, calves angled off of the couch because her ass was dominating the entire depth of the cushion. "You're a feather weight, Paulie." She said with an air of superiority. "Now, come on." That same arm brought me crashing down into her, my face slamming down into the space between her breasts, the bone there rattling my brain. Giggling, Ae Ri used her arms to squeeze her tits together, sucking me into her cleavage. Vision rapidly lost in the surge of lilac perfumed breast, I squirmed. My ears were taken next and suddenly I was stuck in a humid prison, the back of my skull being the only patch of my head not completely submerged by the plush swells of voluptuousness.

It would be a lie to say I hated this. I disliked the lack of any control in the situation, but the whole thing was beyond sexy. Eaten by tit, her heart beat thudding strong in my ears, I could feel her every micro-movement from her. Every rise and fall of her chest with each breath, every ab on her convex stomach flexing with each beat of song like laughter, the wriggle of her hips and the leg longer than a telephone pole, thicker than a tree, wrapping around my shorter, skinnier ones. I felt fully enveloped and, just for one forgetful moment, so incredibly safe and content.

Reigning my mindset back in, I struggled to break free from her, not wanting to be stuck in her cuddle. Her grip was steel, not allowing me to get loose while I writhed against her. A moan reverberated through her ribs and her hips jumped, bouncing me. "You're staying right there, Paulie." She sang, cinching me in, squishing me tighter, bending my bones. Oxygen reserves in my lungs dwindled and I felt a panic rising. I grabbed her around her triceps, the horseshoes of muscle filling my palms, and tried to wrench them down, to give myself even just a smidge of breathing room. It was impossible. Her whole body wrapped around mine, keeping me immobile besides my flailing arms. Then, just as I thought I might meet my end, she let go.

A diver bursting to the surface, I breathed life in. "Relax, Paulie! You've been a good boy so I'm not gonna break you just yet." She joked. I shot her a dirty look but her massive hand cupped the back of my head, guiding me back down to her chest. She stroked my hair and hummed contently. It only took a few moment, but stuck like this, my racing pulse nose dived, tension bleeding out of taunt muscles. Damn, she was really good at this.

Kissing the top of my head, she reached for the control. "Wow, this thing is tiny." She muttered to herself, reminding me that she too was adjusting to her new size still. But that thought was a drop of water in a tide of tranquility. I realised with a start how calm I was. If I stayed like this I'd probably slip into sleep, the stress of the day melting out of me when I was, in fact, in the jaws of the beast, rather than safe. Digging my nails into my leg as hard as I could, I kept myself conscious. In the past we'd fallen asleep cuddling on the couch uncountable times. Now, I was banking on that. As long as I stayed awake. A show I'd been watching was flicked on and together, we watched. I zeroed in on the narrative, aiming to stay as alert as possible. I just needed one more slip from her. A pair of mistakes giving me a chance. I just had to hope, and stay ready.

So I stayed primed. One and then two episodes of the show ran, the dome of food beneath me evaporating over time. We switched to a movie and, as the climax was building, over an hour in, my ears perked up. The giant's breath was slowing into a rhythm. It became shallower and I waited, praying she was actually succumbing into a slumber. After about 10 minutes of her quietly drifting, I peered up. Her eyes were closed, angelic features looking calm and at peace. "Ae Ri?" I whispered, testing the waters.

Nothing. This was my chance. Now I just had to get out of her grasp. Easing my arm up, I carefully gripped her forearm, then paused, waiting for a reaction. Nothing came. Peeling the arm up, I created enough space to wiggle slightly down with incremental movements. Time stopped. My heart lurched as her arm squeezed me down, pushing my face back into her, grasping me like an oversized teddy bear. I froze and waited as she fidgeted and murmured. Patient, breath held, I remained petrified until gradually, eventually, her breathing returned back into rhythm, her body relaxing. Starting to move again, this time it was more difficult to escape the grasp of her arm and breast. I had to use some extra strength to pry it away and finally, have enough room to slip away from the velvet embrace of her mammaries. I didn't have time to marvel at each and every inch of her body but... Well, I admire the portions of her I touched, picking my way off of the mattress that was her body. God, she was so fucking solid, an expanse of feminitiy and power beneath me. The urge to grope each handful I needed to take as I climbed off of her was intense, but I fought against it.

Finally getting off of her, standing up, I took a beat, staring, just to make sure she really wasn't faking being asleep. Jesus, she made my couch look tiny. Draped over it, I could hardly see much of the leather beneath her. Had I looked that big at 6'4? No way. No fucking way. It wasn't just her height, it was everything. Even if I was somehow back up to 6'5, I was certain that her shoulders and hips would be broader than mine. Bigger hands and bigger feet. Thicker. More muscle. Ae Ri was... I couldn't help but think it again, she was just MORE. More than anyone else. Science had transformed her into no - She had transformed herself into something that was transcendent. It was disturbing, but equally, I had to respect her force of will to make this all possible. Not to mention, just looking at her dwarfing my couch was stirring up some feelings in me.

Feeling that she was indeed asleep, I tore my eyes away from her, away from the honey trap, away from the sweet nectar baiting me, the fly, into the venus fly trap. I crept to the door, keeping my mission the singular thought in my head. I skipped over notoriously creaky floor boards, choosing each step carefully as I cleared the room and went into the hall. I didn't care if I was naked. I was getting out of here.

Barely keeping the tension from making my hands quiver, I gripped the key. Summoning all my effort, I turned it at a glacial pace, not wanting to jingle the rest of the keys on the ring. That slow pace meant I was incredibly confused when the key didn't turn. Trying again, harder this time, I turned, the key not budging a millimeter. My brain went into meltdown. What had she done to me door? That's when I noticed it. This wasn't the right key. I had two very similar looking keys. She'd jammed the wrong one into the lock. Pulling it loose, I went through the bundle, trying to find the right one with my trembling hands.

A shadow swallowed me, veins freezing under my skin. "It's that one." The voice behind me said, making me physically hop into the air. Doing a 180 degree turn in a fraction of a second, I was facing that collar bone again. She'd moved silently, like a wraith, hunting me after my planned escape. "You really thought it would be that easy?" Her arms were crossed, a disappointed look on her face.

No matter how terrible the idea was, adrenaline poured into my body and all the muscles in my body screamed to run. I darted to the right, back the way we'd come from, to the front room that connected to the kitchen. The key was hidden under a pot by the door, she couldn't have found it. But getting into the kitchen, I saw that the whole place had been wrecked. Packaging and wrappers everywhere, open cupboard doors and empty shelves. Running, I stepped on a loose container which skidded across the ground, robbing the floor from under me. Smashing down, I still fought for the window of opportunity I had. I ripped at the tiles buried under the wrappers, scrambling into a half crawl, half attempt to stand.

I pushed the pot over, sending soil everywhere, and grabbed the shining piece of hope. Warmth wrapped around my ankle. The whole kitchen moved as if on a conveyor belt, the back door, my chance, moved with it, shrinking away from me. "This is too easy." Sneered Ae Ri. "It's literally like dealing with a fucking puppy!" She laughed. Something wet dripped onto the back of my legs as her heavy foot steps thudded forwards. I rolled over to find her standing over me, a leg on either side, face a mask of insanity, finger pumping in and out of her pussy, dripping hot, syrupy cum onto me. Baring my teeth, not content to give up, I pulled my leg up and kicked vertically, up at her crotch. She hadn't expected that.

A surprised, pained sound pushed out of her, sharp as a razor. Rolling back onto my belly, pushing myself onto my feet, shooting forward to the back door. The key scratched the metal, the sound of the pins shifting as I inserted it rasped out, a Godsend. However, it wasn't meant to be. A handful of my hair was used to leverage me away from the door. I was thrown backwards, falling off of my feet, clean through one of the open cupboard doors, taking it off of it's hinges. Even with the hormones in my blood keeping me somewhat numbed, I knew I was going to be developing a huge bruise already. I sprung up just in time to eat a gargantuan foot to my stomach, rocketing me into the fridge.

"Come here." Came a gravely, growl as Ae Ri charged. Her fist slammed into my face and the world turned into splotches of colour and stars. Cranium bouncing off of the fridge, everything went black, then I was on my hands and knees, blood dripping onto the floor. It reminded me of the punch in the gym. This one was different. It was way harder. It didn't even hurt. But it switched my brain off for a half second, like I was a needle skipping across a scarcthed record. "You fucking asshole." Aggressively, a shin smashed my side, punting me, spinning me away, sliding back into the front room, through the doorway. That hurt. I couldn't tell if my ribs were still in one piece or a dozen. It felt like the latter.

Wheezing, I struggled to do anything. My legs were jelly and my lungs were malfunctioning. All while a large, angry silhouette was growing bigger, closing in, step by step. "You know, I was gonna show you some mercy after your shitty attempt at getting away - I mean, I did trick you into it, after all." There were tears in my eyes, my chest an inferno of pain, choked breath searing things red hot. Through watery eyes I could see her fishing for something under the couch. "I made sure you saw the key in the door. I slowed down on purpose so you could see it and your dumbass was too moronic to realise I was baiting you. That was a test, Paul. And you failed." A test. Of course it was, she'd been testing me all day, checking my behaviour. Now she was coming over to me again, holding the tablet in her hands. She'd stashed it there, certain she would have an excuse to punish me.

"W-wait!" I sputtered, trying to backpedal, lifting my torso up on shakey, weak arms.

Her foot came down on my chest, agony blooming under the powerful stomp that stapled me to the ground. Leaning forwards to better address me, she continued her speech. "I was only going to take a couple of inches - y'know, get my point across that I'm not fucking around." I wrapped my rakish, slender fingers around her foot, just wanting to lessen the crushing pressure on my wounded chest. It was completely ineffective. My strength was inadequet against her weight and the power in that redwood. She was far too overwhelming for me and my wounded, tiny, pain wracked body. Ae Ri tapped at the tablet, a smile progressively pulling at her black lips. "But after that kick... I'm feeling extra mean." The pillar of muscle surged, tensing thicker, the force drilling down into my jigsaw puzzle ribs, compressing me into a pancake inch by inch. I cried out, wailing as my struggles redouble, nails scratching her skin, making red lines across her otherwise unblemished foot.

A final tap on the tablet sounded out like the bell of a church being rung to signal someone's passing. She tossed the tablet away, frisbeeing it onto the couch. The frantic, panicstricken cloud over my mind was cut through by one rational thought. I quickly grabbed the bracelet, leaving her foot and trying to rip it off. But it was too late. The metal squeezed tighter, lighting up as it began to initialise the procedure.

A wicked laugh drew my gaze up to Ae Ri, her face just visible over the cliffs of her bust now that she'd straightened up. Fingers resuming their work from earlier, teasing her clit and spreading her labia to reveal the pink, glistening, hungry pussy above me. Licking her lips, pleasuring herself, enjoying my suffering as she prepared to consume more of me, she gasped, bucking slightly, and then spoke. "Say good bye to being over five foot, you little bitch."

Desperate and hysterical, I made nonsensical noises, the nightmarish statement horrifying me. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. But it was. Molten metal licking at my wrist, slapping and pushing at the marble calf above me, thrashing, I felt the transfer begin. That pins and needles sensation starting at the edges of my limbs, rolling through me. As it did, it became clear that my ribs weren't broken, or at least, if they were, the shrinking was pushing them all back into place, proportionately dwindling my already skeletal chest smaller. However, the weight pushing down on my bones was threatening to cave them in completely. That foot, toes at the middle of my chest, heel covering my upper abdomen, felt like it was crushing me smaller. Compressing me flatter as skin crept against skin and, a shuddering spurt of size at a time, it eclipsed more and more of me. With each sacrifice of size, her frame swelled above me, weight seemingly increasing. I clutched at her ankle, not really trying to displace her anymore, instead just holding onto anything as a storm of stimuli swirled. The ankle between my hands widened, my fingers being spread by their own diminishment.

"This is amazing." Her voice rose and fell in pitch, slick fingers pumping in and out of her, hyper focused on observing every millimeter of change she was inflicting on me. "I can feel you shrinking under my foot. This is exactly where you should be, y-you fucking wo-worm." Her other hand sunk into her breast, aggressively pulling on her nipple as her pleasure heightened. The shrinking sped up in a jolt. Time dilated, slowing, the world stretching away, streaking longer like stars when you hit hyper speed. Only it was in reverse, everything pulling away from me, growing more distant with each heartbeat. It felt unreal. Like reality had broken. The foot on top of me bloated larger, the texture of her sole spreading over my chest, her crushing weight dominating me. Usually the air in my lungs burned while this happened, overfilling the organs - this time the oxygen was wrung out of me, the new, even more intense agony of being ground flat by an unendingly growing monster replacing it. And the bracelet hadn't even begun siphoning my size into her yet.

I wanted it to end. The pain and the dwindling, shrinking. But I knew it would get worse before it got better. Hell, I didn't know how many inches were being taken from me but I knew it could only get worse before it got better. Just like last time, the transfer drew on, taxing my body, torturing the cells across my form, sucking my skeleton dry and draining me, brutal waves of size stolen away. Digging my fingers into the ankle, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

And then an ecstasy laced rumble thundered above the clouds on mount olympus. Rain splashing down on me from the heavens, hot and thick, ambrosia gifted from above, shocking me out of my mental cocoon. Ae Ri came, her shoulders rocking back and forth, tits bouncing and swaying. The one hand that had been at her breast was held up near her chest, half way curled into a fist but stuck, muscles spasming, unable to continue it's lewd acts while in the throes of orgasm. No. It was beginning. Bones in her hand were shifting, widening and lengthening, making her fingers dance wildly. That's why it was stuck. The bracelet was finally sending my size into her. But the pleasure didn't end. Veins criss crossed along her forearm as she quaked. Muscle bulged and stretched. A strangled groan choked out, "Hooooaaa f-f-fuck." Hungry for more of everything, she surfed along the bombardment to her senses, unrelenting in her autoeroticism, riding the growth, an added aphrodisiac spicing the intoxicating euphoria. Grunting, heaving breaths, she growled. "Yeeessssss." Voice deepening as the word hissed longer and her vocal cords were augmented.

From the floor it was a sight to see. Despite the ceiling continuing it's journey away from me, Ae Ri was clearly speeding closer, stretching faster than the rest of the universe. Her bulk, weight increasing atop me, made me feel like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed for the last dreges. My face was turning purple, my head feeling like it was going to burst. Toes curled around my collarbone, heel concaving my abs, her foots conquest of my chest sprawling out continuously. It was too much. I felt like I was about to die, the edges of my vision darkening, blurring. The shrinking finally sputtered out, my bracelet's light dying and a modicum of relief came with it. Bone marrow, nerves, muscle and flesh all sagged, the pain throughout my body receding. It became localised to just my chest. Just the colossal, crushing steamroller that was spreading over more of my torso. Teetering on the edge of consciousness I restarted my resistance, punching against her leg, terrified by how much shorter my arms suddenly were and how fucking bulbous her calf seemed. I could almost hear it, her skin creaking as she throbbed larger.

I couldn't concentrate on that. My heart was being squished. My lungs. My entire torso was being turned into a sheet of fucking paper. I needed this foot off of me. I needed -

A beastial cry cracked out. The wet, almost slurping sounds of her furious finger fucking became even louder. Her whole hand was dripping with nectar, droplets falling onto my unfeeling lower body. "Riiiiiii!" I managed to wheeze, sure I was about to be snuffed out, certain my final moments were about to be met while my ex psycho orgasmed. Arching back, spine and shoulder blades cracking, deep resonating sounds of her transformation. I couldn't see her face at all anymore. Her whole body surged. A womanly, throaty roar deafened me and a finally tidal wave of cum flooded out.

That was the last thing I remember.