Nick entered her house first, followed closely by Michelle. He stopped near the kitchen and saw Michelle setting their book bags against the wall nearby. “So, Nicky …” she said perkily, putting her hands behind her back and practically skipping over to him, full of youthful energy. “Whatcha wanna do now??” She stopped close to him – almost too close for comfort. The black fabric covering her flat stomach nearly filled his vision. He looked up at her as she smiled down at him enthusiastically over the swells of her breasts.
But right now he was feeling a bit tired of letting her body dictate his thoughts, even if it was most likely unintentional on her part. “I dunno … I could use some alone time,” Nick replied flatly.
Her features visibly saddened. “Oh … OK, Nick.” She sighed. “Well, what are you gonna do now, anyway?”
Nick shrugged, but then glimpsed the open door to the basement. He figured he could have some time away from Michelle’s influence, while at the same time making some progress towards the cure.
“I’ll get started figuring out that new formula … I think I know what I did wrong last time,” he told her in a confident-sounding voice. It was a flat-out lie, of course – he still had no idea what went wrong. But she didn’t need to know that.
“Ooo …” Michelle cooed, raising her eyebrows. “I BET my little genius man can figure out how to make himself big and strong again …” Her eyes flashed with unmistakable lust as she added, “Although, I must say, part of me will definitely miss you as you are now. You’re kinda … hot like this. I mean, god, you’re so tiny, I could just scoop you up and …” She scrunched her forearms up against her chest, closed her eyes, and smiled wistfully for a moment before returning her gaze down to him.
She let her arms drop to her sides then clasped them together behind her back, thrusting her chest a bit forward in the process while smiling over him with her head cocked slightly to one side. She just stood there for a few long moments, smiling down at him in silence, as he struggled with a mix of arousal and confusion.
She … she actually liked him this size now?? He didn’t know how to react to this, his mind churning and taking in the sight of this towering babe smiling down at him. He realized at any moment she really could just scoop him up, hold him to her chest, squeeze him into her body … and he wouldn’t be able to stop her, not at his size. God, she was huge – and he began to fear her attraction for him was starting to take a perilous turn …
His knees began to grow weak as he craned his neck to look up to her, a nervous look plastered on his face.
She cocked her head a bit more. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Nicky?”
He coughed and backed away, averting his eyes. “N-No, I’m … I’m just gonna g-go downstairs now …” He knew how obvious he was being but he couldn’t help it. He anxiously shuffled past her hips which were at shoulder height to him as he headed for the stairs.
She stepped back, allowing him to pass by without further trouble. But still, she called out just as he reached the stairs. “Hey, Nicky …”
Nick reluctantly turned his head to see her twirling a lock of hair between her fingers, smiling hopefully. “You’ll be done in time for dinner, right?? I thought maybe we could eat out somewhere. You know … together.”
Nick’s heart skipped a beat as he hastily averted his gaze again. He realized she had just asked him out on a date. That’s right – she had asked him, and not the other way around. He didn’t know how to respond.
“I … uh …” He suddenly felt skittish. “… We’ll see.” Still averting his eyes, he quickly descended out of sight down the stairs.
He knew she wanted him – but he had always kinda assumed he’d be the one to make the first move. That’s just how it worked with him and girls. It was almost like she was taking the lead where normally he would. But … why hadn’t he taken the lead yet, exactly? Surely he wasn’t … intimidated?
… Was he?
‘No,’ he told himself, ‘that’s bull. I was just biding my time, to make her want me more – and, besides, I would have asked her soon anyway.’
But he wondered if he really believed that …
He got to the lab table and began the surprisingly trying task of scaling the tall stool he would need as a seat. The stool was lower than his shoulders, but not by much. He awkwardly and slowly pulled himself up the side, wanting nothing more than to focus his attention on the formula and clear his thoughts of everything else.
But, to his surprise, Michelle came bouncing down the stairs holding a glass of orange juice and a turkey sandwich on a plate, apparently undeterred by his leaving her hanging up there. She walked over to him and smiled as he struggled to raise his butt onto the seat.
“Need help?” She asked this nicely, though it still hurt his pride.
“No,” he replied, a bit too harshly perhaps. But, nonetheless, he managed to wind up seated and ready to go, just a bit embarrassed, knowing how effortlessly she could have helped him.
She set the food and drink next to him on the table, explaining, “I figured you must be hungry – I know you didn’t eat much of your food at lunch today.” He wondered if he saw a sparkle in her eye telling him she knew the reason why: he had been too busy staring at her chest during lunch. But she didn’t say anything.
Without skipping a beat, she asked, “Anything else you want, Nicky?” She was clearly eager to please him. “Any help setting up? Ooo, maybe I could be your sexy lab assistant!” She giggled. “I’ll just stand off to the side looking pretty, until you tell me what you want me to do!” She seemed tickled pink by the idea.
Oh, Nick definitely appreciated the idea of having her wait on his beck and call like this … but he honestly wondered if she would distract him more than help. And he needed to be as focused as possible – the sooner he could figure out how to return himself to normal, the better. And then he would have real control over her – no more being timid or distracted around her …
“No, that’ll be all,” he replied flatly, authoritatively.
“Aww,” Michelle replied in disappointment, trudging towards the stairs. “Well, just give a holler if you need anything, anything at all …”
He didn’t reply, only lowering his eyes to his notebook as she walked away. He was glad, at least, that she was acting so needy and eager to please him. He smirked. Still got it, Nick …
… and yet, he couldn’t help feeling he had let another opportunity slip through his fingers. Couldn’t he have just given her a little bit to encourage her? Would that have been so bad … ?
And then, as he raised his eyes to watch her ascend the stairs, admiring how big she was all around, he suddenly realized something – she hadn’t shrunk any more, not since that morning. He had totally forgotten about this, amidst the excitement of the day. But wasn’t that odd …
He didn’t have any explanation why she had stopped shrinking. And yet, she hadn’t even mentioned it either. It was like she knew it wouldn’t happen again, like she knew more than she was letting on …
“Bah,” he said aloud, finding that idea silly. He was the smart one, after all – no way she could trick him like that. He took a bite of the sandwich and flipped open her notebook, eager to get this whole potion thing figured out once and for all.
It only took a few moments of staring to realize he was totally lost, with no idea where to begin. In fact, her notebook seemed even more incomprehensible than ever before – he couldn’t even decipher the chemistry symbols or terms on the page. It may have well been written in hieroglyphics.
It was all so damned confusing. His mind suddenly started to cloud up again, bringing the same dull, painless headache from before, making it impossible to focus on the writing in the notebook.
‘Come on, Nick. Focus. Just do what you did last time – trust your instincts. Just pick whatever amounts of liquid comes to mind first. Let’s see … the first component was … was … what the hell was it, poly-something … poly-pheno—“
His mind seemed to revolt, overloaded by these difficult thoughts. He just couldn’t do it; he had to lie down, feeling suddenly exhausted. Nick lowered himself to the floor and shuffled over to the comfy chair in the corner, feeling more worried than ever. It seemed like something was happening to his mind – and whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.
He plopped down onto the chair and zoned out immediately, remaining in a torpid state for who knows how long. Over an hour, probably. He dozed off somewhere in there, and only woke up when he heard some rustling sounds from across the room.
He opened his eyes to see Michelle standing by the lab table, facing him, leaning over to scribble things in her lab notebook. His eyes came into focus and – oh god … that cleavage …
He remained perfectly still, ogling her in silence, his breaths quickening. She continued to write with diligent concentration, still oblivious to his attention. She was still only wearing the tight black undershirt, no blouse – and oh how it pressed her breasts together, the basement light casting a shadow from the side to form a dark line of cleavage. He could see her breasts sway ever-so-slightly back and forth as her hand moved across the page.
The sight of her was really starting to get to him. Maybe it was all his pent-up excitement from being around her so much that day, but his hand was slowly starting to drift to his crotch, starting to rub himself through his shorts. It felt too good to stop; he slowly picked up the pace, greedily admiring her body from across the room, knowing she could look up at any moment and—
She did look up. He froze in horror.
“Oh, hey Nicky! I see you’re awake …” She set her pencil down and stared at him, smiling pleasantly. There was an awkward pause – he couldn’t tell if she had seen what he had been doing or not.
But she only picked up her pencil and continued writing, saying offhandedly, “I’ve been taking another look at the formula. Wanna come check my work?” She glanced up at him momentarily before looking back down again.
Oh thank god. She must not have noticed. He was relieved, albeit embarrassed that he had even put himself in that position to begin with.
But then Michelle piped up again, a bit more insistently, “Here, why don’t you pull up a stool, little guy? I can’t wait to see what you’ve figured out.”
“Umm … that’s OK.” He was reluctant to admit he hadn’t figured anything out – and he also realized that he was still hard as a rock and standing up might give this away.
She gave a cute pouty face and replied, “Oh, c’mon, I won’t bite – promise.” She winked sexily at him and pulled out the stool next to her, patting it invitingly as she returned to her work.
He couldn’t think of an excuse, and he knew it would only make a bigger scene if he stayed put. So he gingerly rose up off the chair, trekking lightly across the room towards her, walking a bit awkwardly and hoping she didn’t notice the obvious tent in his shorts. Meanwhile, as he approached, he couldn’t help but continue to steal glances at her body looming larger and larger in his vision.
He got to the stool and paused, knowing he would have to awkwardly climb up again since the seat was almost as high as his shoulders. He hesitantly started to hoist himself up, only to look up a moment later and see her grinning down at him in blatant amusement. He immediately gave up, stepping back in embarrassment.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” she cooed. “It’s just that you looked kinda cute doing that – I mean, in a good way …” She smiled coyly and batted her eyes at him, moving herself to the stool instead and sitting down in front of him. Nick noted that she actually had to lower her rear slightly to do so. Everything was so much easier at her size …
She looked down at him in earnest and said, “So, have you figured it out yet? The formula to change you back and keep me like this?”
Nick blinked nervously, dropping his eyes a bit in shame. “No, I … uh … not yet.”
He saw her smile droop, as if disappointed – as if she was beginning to doubt his abilities …
“I-I mean … I’m really close!” Nick added quickly, eager to keep her opinion of him high.
He saw her smile return. “Oh, that’s great!” she said, sounding relieved. “Here I was, doubting you … but I’m sure you’ve already figured out way more than I ever could. Jeez, you’re such a braniac.” She was starting to get that glint in her eye again, that glint of desire …
“Um … yeahhh ...” Nick replied, finding it hard to take control of the conversation like he wanted. He just couldn’t help but imagine what she would think if only she knew how lost he really was. He was almost starting to doubt that he was even getting smarter in the first place.
“Well …” Michelle continued with a bright smile. “I’ve taken another look at the formula myself, and I think I’m starting to get a better grasp of how it works. Maybe I could run it by you, so you can tell me if I’m on the right track?”
She reached for her papers and began ruffling through them, lowering them to her side so he could get a look. She opened her legs up and gently guided him closer to her with a hand on his shoulder, bringing him even closer to her towering form. Sitting on the tall stool, she was a little lower than normal but still so very high up – god, she was big …
She started to describe her findings to him in words – big science-y words he didn’t even recognize, a confusing jumble that made his head spin – and he began to feel insecure, both with his inability to understand her words, and with the alarming smallness of his own body next to hers. He started to back away …
She paused a moment to look down at him with a bemused smile and a twinkle in her eye, saying, “Oh, don’t be shy – I don’t mind you being close.” Her hand wrapped around and guided him slowly, gently towards her again – he tried not to react to her touch, tried to ignore the smell of her perfume, tried not to stare up at her breasts looming so close above his head. He had a moment of panic when he thought she had noticed him staring – but she continued on as if oblivious, describing her work once more.
“Am I on the right track?” she asked after another barrage of tough words he couldn’t understand. He tried to keep his distress from showing as he glanced up at her, nodding his head like he knew what she was saying.
“Mmhmm … thanks …” she replied to his nod, chuckling in amusement – had she noticed him staring?? He became nervous as she added with a casual smile, “I know, I know. This must all be so basic for you, sorry. Just bear with me.” But, with a smile, she leaned a bit closer, bringing her boobs a little closer to his head – as if knowing he was more interested in looking at her than the lab papers. She was acting like nothing had happened, and yet … she still seemed to know. God, why couldn’t he keep himself from staring!
She was just so close, close enough that he could smell her and feel her warmth. He began to fidget nervously as he tried extra-hard to keep his eyes on the page and pay attention to what she was saying. He could tell she was wrapping up as she lay her heavy hand down on his shoulder again and smiled down at him tenderly, looking over the distracting swells of her breasts just above his head.
“Are you still listening, Nicky?” she asked with a broad smile, eyeing him intently.
He almost panicked. “H-Huh? Oh … yes … of course,” he replied, fidgeting and coughing nervously. Her hand seemed to be tugging him ever-so-slightly closer to her, like she wanted him close. She didn’t seem bothered by any tension in the air between them, but he sure as hell was.
She continued on, and he sensed she was drawing to the conclusion of her analysis so he tried extra hard to focus on her words, thinking they might actually be important. It wasn’t easy, though.
“…Anyway,” she concluded with a thoughtful tone, “basically, I think what this all means is that I think my hunch was right earlier – I think the potion really is triggered directly by your thoughts somehow. It’s like, your body can’t shrink without your mind’s approval – like deep down you have to really want to shrink, or it won’t happen. It’s not just as easy as drinking the potion. Does that make sense? It seems pretty clear, actually, now that I’ve taken a closer look. It all has to do with these subconscious triggers and how they interact with the potion in your body. I’m surprised I wasn’t able to think of it earlier, actually.”
She smiled down at him with an oddly smug, knowing expression, clearly waiting for a response from him. Her fingers traced lightly back and forth along the top of his shoulder – god, they felt good. He shuddered and opened his mouth to speak. “Are … um … are you sure?” he asked. She really seemed confident about this stuff – mental triggers and whatnot – but he hadn’t noticed anything like that before, so he wasn’t sure himself. Shouldn’t he have figured something like that out already, if he was so smart?
Her expression, though, remained confident – or arrogant perhaps, or even … condescending, in a way. “Hmm…” she replied with a thin smile. “I thought it was pretty clear from the explanations I gave … you were listening, weren’t you??” Just then, she gave what almost seemed like a wink, just for the briefest moment. And she leaned down a bit more, putting her breasts just a bit more squarely in his vision, and – oh no, she saw him staring this time, he was sure of it. He blushed, averting his eyes, feeling horribly embarrassed. When he heard her giggle, he began to back slowly away from her, looking for room to breathe.
“Relax, Nicky, I’m just give you a hard time!” She chuckled in amusement and reached out to him, halting his retreat by taking his much smaller hands in hers. She held them out in front of him as she looked down into his eyes and said, “Look, Nicky, I know you’re way smarter than me, so if you think I might be wrong about all this then of COURSE you must be right …”
He took her tone as genuine and didn’t sense the irony in her voice. Her confidence in him felt really good, really boosted his self-esteem. She gave his hands a little squeeze and added, “And besides, even if it were true, you’d be, like, totally safe.”
“S-Safe?” Nick asked, confused.
Michelle shrugged. “Oh, you know, just saying, I could never shrink you against your will now, not like I did to you before. Because now your mind could just stop it from happening if it wants.”
But then she took on a thoughtful, almost mischievous look as she added, “Well, I suppose, if I knew about all of this earlier, I could have, like, tricked you into shrinking for me somehow …”
Again, for the briefest of moments, he thought he saw something cross her expression, some unsettling glint in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “T-Trick me??” Nick stammered, confused.
She flashed a brief but unmistakable grin and added, “Well, I suppose I could have led you on somehow, like playing into your ego, that kind of thing. Telling you things I don’t really mean, to trick you into wanting to shrink for me …”
“Wh-Wha … huh …??” Nick was becoming nervous. What the hell was she talking about?? Where was this coming from??
But he looked into her eyes again and his confidence was quickly restored, finding only the kind, sweet Michelle he had always known. She saw the look in his eyes and responded with concern, squeezing his tiny hands in hers and telling him in earnest, “Oh, sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you. You know I would NEVER do something like that to you, don’t you?? I was just making that up …” She leaned forward – so far forward – resting her elbows on her knees and smiling down at him with sweet innocence, like she was oblivious to the gut-wrenching display of cleavage being presented right in front of his eyes. “I would never manipulate you like that – you know that, right sweetie??”
His anxious breathing slowed as he stared at her beautiful, innocent face – and all that cleavage. His doubts started to fade away as he thought how nice and wonderful she really was. He slowly nodded, staring up at her with wide, quiet eyes. She saw him calming down, and she only smiled wider as a result.
“There, see? You know I’d do anything for you, and I’d never hurt you ... You mean so much to me, Nicky …” She squeezed his hands meaningfully in hers, smiling so flirtatiously, so sexily, making him feel weak at the knees as he stared with growing excitement. He was this close to finally breaking down and admitting his feelings for her. He could hardly stand up, he wanted her so bad. But most of all, he was convinced she was telling the truth.
She smiled and gave him a sexy wink. “And besides, if I were trying to trick you, why would I make you smarter? My smart, smart little man … I could NEVER pull one over on you now. Geez … for all I know, you’re the one leading me on and tricking me into taking the potion for you. God, you’re so smart … you’re so sexy that way …”
His heart pounded more and more with each word she spoke, his erection throbbing. It was so exactly what he always hoped to hear from her – he felt his ego re-inflating, his confidence renewed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.
He knew now that she was totally right – he was WAY too smart to be tricked now. She had convinced him of that much. And, in the process, she had almost realized his plans – to trick HER, to bring HER to her knees … and from the dreamy look in her eyes he was convinced that she was already too hopelessly obsessed with him to ever really figure him out.
He was getting so excited just standing in front of her now, his erection stiff as a board, his loins feeling almost ready to explode already. God, he wanted her so bad – that perfect smile, that huge body, all that cleavage – he almost couldn’t wait any longer to have her. He would almost do anything to have her right now on the basement floor. He was becoming dizzy just thinking about it, as she continued to smile down at him, her dreamy expression telling him all he needed to know. She really was totally his.
He might have collapsed to the floor and come in his pants in another moment, if she hadn’t risen to her feet and stepped away, looking back over her shoulder and saying temptingly, “I’ll let you get back to figuring out the potion – the sooner the better, right? But don’t take too long … Why don’t you come up and see me in a bit, and I’ll have a nice little surprise for you …”
She winked one last time and then turned away, sashaying across the basement and up the stairs. He watched that ass of hers swaying with each step until she was finally out of sight … and for the next half hour he could hardly do anything but stand there and think about her – that body, how much she wanted him, all of it – and he started to fondle himself off and on, leaning against the nearby stool for support, almost coming at several different moments but holding off just in time. He thought to come up right away and see what ‘surprise’ she had in store – he knew it would be good – but he managed to restrain himself until a good half hour or 45 minutes had passed, only then collecting himself and starting up the staircase with a smug grin on his face and an erection still lingering in his pants. He felt almost embarrassed by how turned on he still was – almost too much to contain – but he knew he was still in charge, so it was OK.
He made his way upstairs, crossing the house towards her room. But she must have heard him coming, because very soon he heard her bedroom door swing open and her large form bound down the hall towards him, still wearing the same outfit. “Heyyy, Nicky …” she said sexily, standing in front of him and smiling, holding something behind her back. “Do you wanna see my surprise for you??”
He found the extra bounce in her step quite disarming, overwhelmed by the youthful energy of her towering form. But he managed to hide his excitement and tell her coolly, “Um … yeah, sure, whatever.”
Michelle giggled and brought her arms out from behind her back, revealing a handful of pink fabric as she smiled guiltily. “So … yesterday at the mall, I may have used your card to buy a little something extra, something I thought you’d like …”
She unfolded the fabric and held it up to her torso. It was a short pink dress – and what a dress. His mind immediately began racing, trying to envision her in it, envisioning just how much of her it would reveal …
She batted her eyes coyly down at him. “What do you think? Should I try it on for you, Nicky?? Maybe I could wear it for you tonight when you come with me to dinner …” She raised her eyebrows seductively.
Nick’s eyes went wide. It felt like she was asking him on a date again – but, though he really should be the one asking her, this time he discovered that he really didn’t mind at all …
“Yes!” he squeaked – too eagerly. He coughed and added hastily, “I mean, uh … yeah, sure.”
Michelle’s eyes lit up with delight. But then her face became serious, her voice almost sounding guilty as she added slowly, “But, well … the dress is only part of it …”
She seemed almost too embarrassed to go on. But finally she seemed to have decided to just go for it – she bent slowly at the hip, bringing her face down towards his eye level, her eyes alive with excitement. Her right hand reached out to the top of his head and ruffled through his hair tenderly, her fingers ending at his nape, sending tingles down Nick’s spine as her hand rested on his shoulder gently. In a soft, excited tone she whispered, “I love how you look at my body, Nicky …”
Holy shit, Nick thought. His knees almost gave out again. He averted his gaze.
“Oh, baby, don’t be shy!” Michelle implored, her hand sliding up to his chin to gently encourage him to look forward. “I want you to look, Nicky … I want you to enjoy what you’ve done for my body these last few days …”
Nick looked into her eyes with shock but quickly became convinced that she was serious, not just toying with him. He watched, wide-eyed, as her left hand came up to her chest, drawing his eyes downwards. She pressed her closed hand against the side of her breast, pushing out her cleavage even more. Her lips parted in excitement as she watched Nick staring hungrily down her open blouse.
“My body’s come a long way so far, hasn’t it?” She tugged down a bit farther. “Hasn’t it, Nicky …?”
She saw him standing there, completely frozen, his eyes wide and staring. She hummed in pleasure and added, “Oh, but I could be so much more! I want to become perfect for you, Nick. Please … let me become your dream girl … I could become more than your wildest dreams …”
He watched her fingers slowly uncurl, dragging across her blouse until reaching the milky white flesh practically bursting out of her top. She was holding something in her hand: a small vial.
He watched like a man possessed, following the vial as she dragged it ever-so-lightly across her chest, indenting her soft, pliant flesh as she let her fingers roam. Soon, she reached the great divide of her cleavage, wedging the vial in between her breasts as she dragged her hand down, down, pulling the black fabric of her undershirt down at the same time, giving him even more to look at …
“Can you imagine it, Nicky …” she breathed sultrily, “… I could become so much bigger … sexier … in every way … And it would be all for YOU, Nicky; to make YOU happy; to make you like me – need me …” Her right hand moved to the back of his neck, clutching urgently. “Every man will wish he were in your shoes, Nick … the whole WORLD will be jealous … of you …”
Nick had begun to pant, his eyes opening wide at this new proposition. He thought back to his plan – to shrink her back down to size when he was done with her, to get his revenge for all the bad things she had done to him. But … did he really want to reverse these changes? Did he really want to shrink her down … why wouldn’t he instead want her to keep growing, more and more, as much as possible – and then keep her that way??
He was almost delirious with excitement now. It would be so much better this way – he could make her even hotter than ever, and then she’d be his to enjoy, forever …
“OK,” he declared with sudden confidence, eager to step up and take what was his. “I’ll let you take the potion again – and then, I’m taking you out to dinner.” The assertiveness with which he said this surprised even him.
Michelle reacted perfectly, almost like she was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Her mouth opened wide and then curled into an ecstatic smile as she purred, “So much confidence … I like that …” She gave him a look that made his heart race, telling him submissively it seemed, “Yes, Nick, right away …” as she rose again to her full, imposing height and wasted no time popping the vial open and downing her half of the red liquid.
She handed him the vial but quickly placed her hand on his wrist to stop him. “Wait … don’t you want to see me wearing my dress when it happens??”
Jesus … he had almost forgotten she would be changing into something even sexier …
He almost began to nod eagerly, but caught himself at the last second. “Uh … sure, g-go put it on,” he replied, as casually as possible.
Michelle smirked and spun around. “Be right back,” she said with a wink, disappearing down the hall.
He waited a few tense minutes before he heard Michelle’s door open again. He looked up, waiting in rapt attention until she emerged. And when she did, Nick’s jaw dropped to the floor …
Sweet Mother of Jesus. His mind could hardly comprehend what he was seeing. The pink dress she had on was short – very short – leaving little to the imagination. The thin black spaghetti straps, the incredibly low neckline which was practically a tube top, the way the soft fabric clung to every curve of her hourglass figure, the way it ended at her upper thighs and showed off more leg than he had thought possible … it was all so perfect for a young, barely-legal adult eager to show off what god had given her. The kind of dress that a parent would never let her wear – but thankfully hers weren’t around to stop her. The only other piece of clothing she wore was a thin black ‘choker’ necklace around her neck, only adding to the young, edgy sexiness of her appearance.
Her gorgeous blonde hair flowing down around her shoulders as she stepped towards him, her lips shining with a newly-applied coat of red. Her cleavage wobbled in place with each stride of her impossibly long legs. She was all confidence, grinning in delight at his obviously enthralled reaction. He could do nothing to hide it.
Her hips in full swing, she glided right up to him, her body stopping surprisingly close to his face, demanding his full attention. And she was all too happy when his eyes indulged her.
“You like??” she asked coyly, posing sexily for his benefit. All he could do was stare up at her, drinking in the sight of her body mere inches in front of him. She had also put on perfume, and the smell wafted tantalizingly into his nostrils, adding to the effect. He noticed she was also carrying a pair of black heels in her hand, now dropping them on the floor beside her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked playfully, winking and pointing down to his hand, still clutching the vial.
His cock stirred in his shorts as he remembered. ‘Even sexier… she can get even sexier …’ he reminded himself, seeing that as sexy as her dress was it was still a little loose, still with more room to grow – like she had planned on filling it out soon …
He took one more look up at her towering form, hands placed sexily on her hips, waiting eagerly for him to indulge her. He didn’t hesitate any longer – he drank his half, then let the empty vial fall to the floor beside him, his mind fixated on the changes to come.
“Any second now … any second, I’ll be getting even bigger and sexier for you, Nicky …”
He could almost feel it starting to happen already – much quicker than the last few times. He could somehow sense that it was tied to his desire – Michelle had been right. He felt it waiting inside him, waiting for his mind to trigger it. But he just couldn’t help himself – he began to wish for it, wish to see her grow. God, he wanted it so bad …
And then, it happened. Her body began to grow before his eyes, expanding horizontally even more than vertically, filling out the generous curves of her dress even more … stretching, spreading … Meanwhile, he seemed to be sinking, her dress seeming to slowly pass him by, bit by bit – but he wasn’t concerned, he was only enthralled …
“Time for the heels …” she said with a thrilled grin, stepping sideways, guiding her right foot into her 5-inch black pump waiting down below.
Nick let out an audible gasp as she raised herself up onto her heels, higher, higher, IMPOSSIBLY high … she had seemed huge before, but now … holy god … now she made him feel utterly TINY. Her navel, no higher than his eyes a moment ago, now easily cleared his head; in fact, the very bottom edge of her dress, high up on her thigh, was now inching its way upwards, moving up his arm and stopping just below the height of his shoulders before finally coming to a halt.
These changes excited him, thrilled him – almost to the point of frightening him. He realized she must definitely be over seven feet tall in those heels now … and he couldn’t be much above four foot tall himself. The realization slowly sank in that her leg standing next to him – just her leg, from heel to hip – was very nearly as tall as his entire body! The heels may have been helping her, but still … for god’s sake, he could literally have leaned forward and buried his face in her snatch, if he wanted to, and would have barely even needed to bend down to do it …
“Mmmm…” she purred from far above. He dared raise his eyes – and it left him breathless. The slightly loose dress from a moment ago now fit her curvy hips like a glove, not to mention her breasts pushing out even more tightly against the fabric up above; he wondered if he’d even be able to reach them flatfooted. They were just so high now.
His eyes finally got all the way up to her face, which was largely obscured by her chest, though her eyes were clearly watching him, savoring his reaction from on high. “That’s right, Nicky,” she encouraged, “Stare all you want … this is all for you …” She leaned even further forward, bringing her thigh just inches from his chest. “Go ahead, Nick … you can touch me if you want …”
He almost lost it in his shorts right then and there. His legs gave out completely in that moment, just long enough to cause him to lose his balance and tumble backwards onto the floor below her, still staring up with awe.
She laughed delightedly. “Hmm … maybe some other time, then …” she told him, grinning ear to ear, clearly pleased as punch by his reaction. He only hoped she didn’t notice the obvious bulge in his shorts as he lay sprawled before her. God, she was just so high up …
And then, she leaned over. Nick groaned involuntarily, his eyes expecting her to pop out of her top at any moment – but somehow they didn’t. Putting both hands on her knees, which only emphasized her cleavage even further, she breathed down at him in a voice absolutely brimming with sexuality, “Ready for dinner, Nicky?”
He knew she could see how hard he was breathing, see the look in his eyes. He just couldn’t help it, though. He nodded, unable to hide his eagerness for dinner.
She grinned impishly and chuckled. “Come along, then. Let’s not keep them waiting. Oh, they’re gonna be SO jealous of you …”
“Wh-Wha …” He could barely hear what she had said, much less wonder who ‘they’ were. He was too busy gawking in the overflow of cleavage hanging above him. He was fixated, his breathing quickening almost to the point of hyperventilation.
She smiled coyly, brushing right past his confusion. “I’ll just wait in the car, then – take as long as you need …” She stepped past him – was that a glimpse of black underwear he saw? – then grabbed her purse and headed towards the kitchen, her hips sashaying erotically to and fro as she walked. But she paused momentarily in the doorway, throwing her hair over her shoulder to ever-so-briefly flash him a look that was at once confident, inviting, and almost, perhaps … predatory? She beckoned him forward with her eyes, but quickly stepped out of sight, her high heels clicking on the kitchen tile as she headed for the garage.
He was almost wheezing with excitement now. ‘Take as long as you need…’ she had told him. What had she meant exactly – was she just referencing the look on his face, or was she referring to the raging hard-on that was so obvious between his legs? Had she noticed??
Regardless, he knew he really did need to take a moment to calm himself down. He hadn’t quite been prepared for how strongly and suddenly her recent changes would hit him. It wasn’t just her changes in size and outward sexiness, either – her personality seemed different somehow. More confident, more direct, more willing to take charge of things …
And what about that look she had given him at the end – had he just been imagining things? Or had she looked less like a gazelle waiting to be pounced on, and more like a lioness lying in wait, drawing him closer to her claws …
He shook these thoughts out of his head. He must have just confused her look with a look of desire and excitement, nothing more. He slowly managed to regain his composure; he picked himself up off the floor, straightened his shirt, grabbed his wallet, and, after another slight hesitation, strode with faltering confidence towards the garage where Michelle was waiting to take him to dinner.