“No, no no!  You’re remembering it wrong!” Stephanie said, trying to contain her giggling.  “It was Mrs. Dempsey that kicked you out of the cafeteria, not Mr. Angston!”

“Oh god, that was what…like 15 years ago?” Justin replied.  

Stephanie looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then back down at Justin, “Hummm….13, to be exact.” 

“Okay..well…you can’t blame me for not remembering THAT part.” Justin said, rolling his eyes, “Maybe I forgot which stupid teacher kicked me out, but I remember pretty clearly why I was there.”

“I do, too.”  Stephanie smiled, biting her lip.

“Tom Higginson…the fucking creep.  He just wouldn’t leave you alone…and no one dared stand up to him, not even the teachers.”

“But you did.” Stephanie said, her cheeks a rosey red.  

“Well, I had to!  He was trying to put moves on my crush…and she wasn’t having any of it.” Justin exclaimed.

“Hey! I thought you had only come to my lunch period that day so that you could put the moves on Jenna Hugetits!” Stephanie said down to Justin, positioning her hands over her own breasts but several inches out, her fingers squeezing massive, invisible breasts.

“They weren’t THAT big.” Justin said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, puh-lease….if they’re bigger than mine, they’re HUGE.” Stephanie said, looking down at her own large breasts. “And you wanted to get all up on those things.”

“Well, be that as it may..” Justin conceded, “...but that was only because my crush wouldn’t have given me the time of day…she was busy with ‘Big Hig’.” 

“Staaahp!” Stephanie said, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her blushing face.  “More like he was busy with me!” Stephanie argued.

Justin continued, “Anyway...you were this unreachable angel so I had to go for the next best thing. Jenna HUNITZ was pretty…” Justin said defensively with a playful emphasis on the correct pronunciation of the last name, “...who could blame me?”

Justin really loved these moments when he could be alone with Stephanie.  A whole different side would come out when it was just the two of them, a side that he recognized within himself as well as the side of his first and only girlfriend, his first and only fiance, and eventually his first and only wife.  Unfortunately, as special as this alone time was, it was happening less and less nowadays. 

“Okay, okay wise guy…continue.” Stephanie blushed, covering a smile on her lips.  She took a short sip from her wine glass. 

Stephanie knew the story very well, but she loved hearing it…even after all the bad things that had happened.  Even after all that had changed.  

“Well…” Justin continued, as if it was the first time telling the story and not the thousandth.  “I saw Tom Higginson trying to feel you up and it broke my heart…seeing someone else put their hands all over the girl I was crushing on.  But then, the sadness turned to a weird combination of anger and excitement when I heard you telling him to buzz off.”

“I really did!  I tried!” Stephanie giggled.

“He was probably not used to hearing no.  At least not in ‘timid, pretty-girl’ language.” Justin jested. 

From the other side of the living room, down the hall, Justin heard the sound of bedsprings lightly creaking. It was coming from the other side of the master bedroom door.  His head whipped quickly to the noise, but it didn’t seem like Stephanie noticed.  For a moment, Justin cringed and subconsciously held his breath, waiting…but nothing happened.  He sighed in relief.

“Yeah, but he understood your language though, huh? Loud. And. Clear.” Stephanie said, slamming her left fist into her right palm three times hard enough to make Justin wince a bit but then start laughing. Stephanie’s D-cup breasts bounced freely under her sleepshirt, unencumbered by a bra, as she pounded her fist.

“It only came to that because he wouldn’t stop!  Dumb fucker let his pride get in the way.” Justin justified.  

“Like you said…he definitely wasn’t used to hearing no.

“Well, that’s how big, tall, handsome guys operate.” Justin said with a playful grin

“You used to be big, tall, and handsome too, ya know…but you had all the manners your mama taught ya…” Stephanie mirrored his playful expression, but something on Justin’s face turned sour.  

Stephanie squinted her eyes shut and she quickly tried to correct herself. “Oh, Justin..I didn’t mean it like that!”

For the first time, Justin frowned and his shoulders slumped and that treasured image she had of Justin all those years ago had melted away into what she saw before her now.  Stephanie got more clumsy with trying to backtrack and spare Justin’s fragile, bruised ego. 

“You’re still handsome, at least!  Come on, you know what I meant…stop pouting.” 

“I’m fine.” Justin said, appearing dejected.  

Stephanie wedged her fingers in under Justin’s arms, hooking her thumbs up and pressing their prints into his collarbone.  She effortlessly lifted Justin up off the neighboring couch cushion and set him on her lap, repositioning his small legs so that each one was on either side of Stephanie’s waist.  Even as narrow as her waist was, Justin’s legs had to spread out beyond comfort in order to properly straddle her.  He was so easy to lift and reposition.

“Come on, how can I fix it?” Stephanie said.

Justin was not making eye contact with Stephanie, but he said, “Really…it's okay.” 

Justin felt two massive yet softly feminine fingers slip under his chin. They regulated their strength, which at max power could have likely snapped his neck. Instead, they gently forced Justin’s eyes up to meet Stephanie’s. 

“No it's not.” Stephanie said.  “How about a few kisses?”

Stephanie didn’t wait for an answer, instead opting to raise little Justin to her face and plant a dozen or so kisses onto his face and upper body.  

With each over-emphasized “MUAHH!”, Justin was getting less resistant until finally he started laughing, still trying to push her away but now in a playful way. Her lips were soft, and every 3 or 4 kisses, she’d run her tongue over her lips, re-wetting them for maximum lip-smackage. Her long blonde hair tickled his face and her minty warm breath washed over him.

When Stephanie had felt like she’d planted enough kisses on his face, she lowered him back to her chest level and her eyes couldn’t help but fixate on his underwear, readjusting him to lying on his back, fitting nicely in the crook of her arm. 

“Well, well…..what’s that?” Stephanie asked, biting her lip.

Justin looked down at the tent he was pitching; the bulge was incredibly tiny, just like him, but proportionally speaking, he was massive.  

“That’s your fault…like always.” Justin said playfully.

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, marinating in the stirred emotion and nostalgia.  Justin reached out with both hands, gripping a few of her fingers and pulled them over his swelling member.  It was the gentlest of pulls from Stephanei’s perspective, even though he was surely tapping into the limits of his strength.  Nevertheless, she allowed her fingers to be pulled and pressed into the growing bulge between his legs.  

Before the incident, Jason had such a large, pretty cock. It was stiff, lovely, and wonderfully thick. She still thought about it every now and then. Not so much Jason’s cock anymore, but more so about cocks in general. There was just something about them that gave her butterflies. 

With one hand, she began rubbing his ever-growing cock through the underwear but very quickly, her other hand rushed in to quickly tug the underwear off.  It was actually a bit jarring to Justin just how quickly she dressed him down to complete nudity.  

She was just as hungry for this as he was.

As hung as Justin might have been when the two met in high school, he was so small now.  His cock had shrunk in proportion to the rest of him, and sometimes it made more sense for the giantess to simply rub his crotch as opposed to trying to pinch his cock and stroke it with a finger and thumb. 

Stephanie had always appreciated Justin’s muscles and calluses earned from years in construction…his skin a pleasant tanned color from hours out working in the sun.  Now, however, his skin was velvety soft, smooth, and adorably pale, no doubt due to his extended and continuous protection from the sun within the protective walls of their home. His muscle tone had also degraded over time, as the only exercise equipment made for someone as small as him was usually manufactured by a company like Fisher Price. 

Stephanie rubbed vigorously and Justin moaned in ecstasy.  Her unrestricted breasts rippled with the labor of her movement, and it was adorable to watch Justin struggle internally with whether to watch the jiggle of her big tits or to watch the movement of her dainty fingertips atop his crotch.  He was trying to do both at the same time and it was so cute.

She could see the tiny veins pulsating along his throbbing shaft, synchronized with his crescendoing heartbeat.  It was the first cock she’d ever had inside of her. Unfortunately, it was far too small for any of that now, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t still play with it!  She did have limited permissions, after all!

Justin’s small, naked body was stiffening in Stephanie’s arms. She could tell he was getting close…she could always tell.

“Oh, shoot…” Stephanie said, lifting her fingers up from Justin’s flaming crotch. The pleasure had so abruptly ceased that poor Justin felt dizzy.  

“What?  What’s wrong?” Justin asked in a daze.

Stephanie looked over toward the door to the master bedroom…the bedroom that her and Justin used to share.  The bedroom that used to be his.

“I…umm…I didn’t ask Bridget yet.”

Justin’s eyes widened in fear. His tone, previously dripping with flirtatious desire and fire, was beginning to show a hint of concern, “Oh, no…honey..I’m so close…come on, just a little bit longer.”

Stephanie smiled, amused at the urgent look in her former lover’s eyes.  

“I’m sorry, baby…but you know the rules.  I have to go and ask Bridget first.”

“Stephanie, please!” Justin said, much more concern as blood must have been forcing its way back to his brain, desperate to convince Stephanie to let him cum.  “It’s really okay!”  

Justin pawed at Stephanie’s fingers, trying to pull them back over his crotch but they didn’t move along under his influence like last time.  This time, they didn’t budge. 

Stephanie couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling of his tiny hands dancing over her fingers.  If he could have, he would have pulled just a single finger over his aching cock, but he couldn’t even manage that. Even if he could somehow get the huge digits over to his manhood, he’d have the responsibility of using them to stimulate himself, which would have been like a baby bunny trying to move a forklift.  Stephanie was sure that trying to maneuver fingers as large as hers would have been far too exhausting for little Justin.  

“You know the rules, silly.” Stephanie said, trying to lighten the mood as she set Justin back down on the couch.  She watched his cock bounce in frustration.

There was only one way that this could happen right now.  Only one way that he could cum.  

He looked frantic…like a little boy that was just old enough to understand his favorite toy store was closing for the evening before he could make it inside to get his most favoritest toy. As Stephanie set Justin down and rose from the couch, Justin too stood up. Even at his full height atop the couch cushion, he still didn’t even clear her breasts.  He grabbed Stephanie’s loose, fuzzy pajama bottoms. If he could have, he would have reached right up and manhandled her breasts.  She LOVED having her big tits played with, but from his position all he could do was admire the deep, dark shadow cast on their undersides.

“Please…It can be our secret, Steph.  We don’t have to tell her about it.” Justin pleaded desperately. His cock was at full attention, pointing up at the stationary ceiling fan overhead. 

Stephanie’s amusement and charmed expression quickly decayed, souring into a judgemental glare of disgust and pity.  “Bridget and I don’t keep secrets from each other.” 

Stephanie’s words were like ice.  Her cold eyes pried in through Justin’s and into his brain…into his soul.  

Justin’s face turned beet red and he looked down at his feet, his tiny hands finally unclenching from his former wife’s flannel pajama bottoms.  Stephanie could plainly see in his demeanor and slumped posture that Justin had been incredibly humiliated by the statement.  

Feeling a bit guilty, Stephanie’s tone softened again.

“I’m sorry, sweety.  How about…I go talk to her, okay?  Hopefully she’s not dead asleep yet.”

Justin’s face lightened up slightly.  “You will?”

Stephanie giggled, “Yes, silly.  But do you promise me you won’t cum while I’m gone?”

Justin blushed again, “Yes, Stephanie…I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Stephanie said, holding out a fist with her pinky finger extended.  Justin reached out and wrapped all four fingers and thumb around the massive digit.

“Pinky promise.” Justin repeated, squeezing her finger.  

Stephanie giggled, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Justin watched as she pranced off down the hallway, toward the master bedroom.  He couldn’t help but stare at her hips as she walked.  The moment that his former wife crossed into the master bedroom and silently shut the door behind her, Justin’s tiny hand circled his tiny cock.  

Stephanie had gotten him so close and even in the face of this humiliation, it still felt as if a strong enough breeze could have pushed him over the edge.  He squeezed his shaft and winced, struggling to suppress his load.  It would have been so easy…just a few pumps…hell..maybe even one pump and it would be everywhere.  

It wasn’t just about the pleasure of cumming for him.  The endorphins flooding his brain allowed him, even if it was just for a moment, to forget the pitiful demotion he’d experienced in the past year.  Things had changed so much, and as the cloud of arousal became more dense, it became easier to escape reality. 

He wanted to stroke his cock so bad.  He wanted to pump it just a single time…but he truly did fear that would be all it’d take.  At his new size, it would be easy enough to hide his load.  He had done it before and as scary as it was afterward, he’d gotten away with it.

But what if Stephanie came back with good news?  What if she scooped him up in her arms and began rubbing his cock moments after he’d cum while she was gone? 

Justin wouldn’t just be able to say that he wasn’t in the mood anymore.  Stephanie was good.  Stephanie was damn good.  Whether it was with her hand, her mouth, or her dripping wet pussy, she could ALWAYS make him cum.  If he didn’t cum in her hands, she’d know that it was because he came on his own.  

He couldn’t risk it.  He couldn’t risk the trouble he’d be in.

He stared down pitifully at his throbbing, aching member.  It begged him to stroke it…to squeeze it…to touch it.  Against his better judgment, Justin allowed the back of his index and ring finger to rub against the underside of his cock and he gasped.  His abs tightened as he felt the orgasm approaching but somehow he managed to stifle it, his stomach consequently twisting into knots of discomfort.  Justin somehow found the strength to resist and his perseverance was soon rewarded by the sound of the master bedroom door opening.  It was Stephanie!

Justin didn’t even realize he was subtly pumping his naked hips into the air as Stephanie approached, her left arm swinging freely with her right arm curiously tucked behind her back.  It felt as if his loins were on fire with yearning.  

And then…his heart sank.

“I’m sorry, sweety.” Stephanie frowned, “Bridget said no.”

Justin’s shoulders slumped and his hard cock twitched, losing a bit of its stiffness. And then, just when things couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse, Stephanie moved her right arm out from behind her back.

He saw it…in all its horrifyingly hot pink glory, he saw it.

It was a bright pink, extra small chastity device. Inside the locking mechanism was a tiny key, dangling from which was an elegant gold necklace. 

“...Please..” Justin whimpered, taking a step backward upon the huge couch cushion until his back pressed firmly into the plush backrest.  If he could have burrowed down into the cracks between those plush cushions and lived there forever, he would have.

“Come on, Justin…it’s going to be okay. I know you don’t like this part, but let’s just get it over with.” Stephanie said, taking a seat next to him and unlocking the device. He responded by scurrying backwards away from her, his back hitting the armrest of the sofa.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and leaned over, inserting a hand under each of his armpits.  Despite his struggles, she lifted Justin with little effort.  Although he’d learned early on not to squirm while she’s holding him, Justin still tried to persuade Stephanie to reconsider.  He was looking for some semblance of a victory…anything at all.

Stephanie cradled Justin in her arms and pulled him in toward her body.  Her cotton sleep shirt was well worn–one of his old shirts from what felt like millions of years ago–and it felt soft against his naked body as she expertly readjusted him.  He laid on his back now, nestled in the crook of her left arm as her right hand was busy.

“Can I please not wear it tonight?  Please, Steph?” Justin pleaded, staring straight up at her angelic, godlike face.  Stephanie was biting her lip, the cute way she did when she was focusing on something, but now she was staring down at Justin.

“Sweetheart…you know I don’t make the rules.” Stephanie said sympathetically.

“I’m your husband!” Justin was incredulous and frustrated,  “And you’re my wife!”

“Actually no, Justin.  I’m HER wife now.” Stephanie replied matter of factly, gesturing toward the master bedroom’s closed door.  She continued.

“Justin…I am SO sorry that this happened to you.  I truly am and I always will be.  I will ALWAYS love you. That’s the reason you’re still here with me…with us.”

He knew what was coming next.  This was not the first time Justin and Stephanie had this conversation.  Justin cringed in anticipation.

“...but I will never be your wife again.  Do you understand, sweetheart?I need you to understand that.  You must.  I’m so sorry…I love you…I really do…and part of me will never fully forgive myself for what happened even though we both know that I’m not 100% at fault here…not even close.  But I’m in love with Bridget now…and she makes the rules.”

Justin interjected, “But this is my house that we live in. I bought it.  I fixed it up. I supported us when–”

“--you keep saying ‘is’.” Stephanie interrupted, sounding a bit agitated.  “This house ‘was’ yours, but do you honestly think you could keep making the mortgage payments?”

Stephanie actually paused to wait for an answer, as if Justin had one.  He didn’t.

“You’re 23 inches tall, Justin.  You can’t work, you can’t earn, you can’t provide.  Heck, you can’t even go outside anymore without being mistaken for mine or Bridget’s baby.”

Justin hung his head in shame, turning his head and brushing up momentarily against Stephanie’s left breast. His cock had completely softened and shriveled. Justin found himself wishing he was even smaller…wishing that instead of stopping at this embarrassing height, he would have just kept on going down into nothingness.

“This was your house. But now this house…it belongs to us…Bridget and I.  Bridget makes the mortgage payments and I take care of the house…and….”

It was coming.  The first time Justin heard it, he was devastated.  He wanted to curl up in a ball and die.  He wondered now if hearing it would have any less of an impact.  If he had finally become desensitized to it.

“...and she…we…let you stay with us.”

Nope…still just as emasculating and painful as ever. Surrendering all his pride and masculinity, Justin did what he had to do.  

“Can you….please just…ask her again?”

Stephanie tilted her head, “Ask Bridget?  Ask her what?”

Justin broke eye contact, “If I can cum.  Please…”

Stephanie thought about it for a few moments, “Okay…I have an idea.”

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