Nick awoke the next morning feeling slightly woozy again, the same kind of dizziness and general ucky feeling that he had felt yesterday morning.  Was it from the potion?  At least, this time it wasn’t as bad; maybe his body was getting used to whatever was happening to him.  But what exactly WAS happening??  He decided it was better to just not think about it.  Things would work themselves out, he told himself.

He rose sluggishly to his feet, only to realize two things: (1) he was stricken with a classic case of morning wood, and (2) though he still wore his loose boxers and shirt, his shorts were nowhere to be found.  Nor was his pile of used tissues strewn about from the night before – had he thrown those out himself??  He must have … right?

He looked down again.  Jesus, there was no hiding that erection, though.  Displayed plainly for all to see.  At least Michelle wasn’t here to see his predicament.  But he still felt very exposed with just that thin, loose fabric being the only thing covering things up.  Grumbling, and still woozy, he headed for the kitchen for a glass of water once things had calmed down enough.

Whoa.  There she was.  Sitting at the nearby dinner table, dressed in similarly casual fashion: a soft long sleeve cotton t-shirt that clung comfortably to her skin, patterned with alternating horizontal stripes of white and lavender which stretched out dramatically in some places, narrowed in others, almost like a topographical map of her perfect form, drawing one’s eye to the breathtaking contours.  Covering her lower half, though, was nothing but a cute pair of white cotton panties dotted with little purple hearts.  Nick already felt himself stirring in his boxers again.

“Heyyy … good morning, sleepyhead,” Michelle purred languorously, in a voice fit for a lazy Saturday morning.  She put her pencil down, having been writing something on a few papers laid out on the table before her.

“Uh … hi,” Nick mumbled, stepping behind the counter as he felt his erection returning.  “H … Have you seen my shorts?”  Jesus, he could barely see over the countertop to meet her gaze.

Michelle smiled down at him merrily, as if smiling down at a child.  “I put them in the wash for you, pumpkin.  Figured you’d want them cleaned ...”  She winked playfully, causing Nick to avert his eyes.

“Th-Thanks,” he replied simply, ignoring her allusion, turning his focus back to the kitchen instead.  “So … what’s for breakfast?”

“There’s cereal in the cupboard next to the fridge,” Michelle replied, returning to whatever she was doing on the table.

Nick looked up.  THAT cupboard??  He wouldn’t have been able to reach that high, even if his reach wasn’t obstructed by the counter – which in itself was a serious obstacle, with it being shoulder height to him now.  He felt like such a freaking midget.  Could he even climb up onto the counter without help?  He eyed it warily – maybe if he got a good jump and got enough of his chest onto the top to give good enough leverage … man, it was a stretch though.

He heard Michelle’s pencil slap the table.  “Oh, I’m such a ditz!  You’re too little.  I shouldn’t have put the cereal away.  Sorry, Nicky.”  He turned and watched her rise from her seat and saunter towards him, her hips sashaying delightfully, her movements so fluid, so effortlessly confident and graceful.  She glided up to him and reached over his head, opening the cupboard by pulling the handle that wasn’t even as high as her shoulder.

“Which would you like – Kashi Blueberry Clusters, or Raisin Bran?”  She smiled down at him, her hips filling the space in front of his eyes.

He was captivated by the shapeliest – and longest – legs he could imagine, towering before him completely uncovered, with only that little pair of panties between them.  And … was that a hint of cameltoe he saw, just a couple inches below his vision … ?

SNAP OUT OF IT, NICK.  SHE’S LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU.  “Um … Kashi.”

“Ooo … good choice.  That’s my favorite.”  She pulled out the appropriate box and brought it down to her side, above his head.  He reached for it, but she lifted it out of his reach.  “No, no, I got it.  You just go have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”  She turned around and stepped towards the cupboard holding the cups and bowls.

Nick blinked.  Had he even at any point asked for her help?  No … but there she was, bopping about the kitchen, preparing his meal.  It put him ill at ease, having her slip so automatically into this role.  And yet, somehow, it almost felt … right.

He shook his head to shake these weird thoughts out of his mind.  Without protesting, he found himself shuffling toward the table then turning to watch her graceful movements with pleasure.  She got out his bowl, cup, and spoon, then opened the fridge and pulled out the juice and milk.  As she turned towards him, he saw her eyes light up for a moment, almost as if surprised and pleased to find him waiting by the table like she had told him to.  Did he detect an extra sway in her hips now, as her stunning body approached?

She strolled right up to him, literally leaning OVER him to set the items she was carrying down on the table.  He was treated to a very up close and personal view of those cotton panties.  He gulped, prying his eyes away and looking upwards instead – but only to have his eyes settle on the undersides of her massive breasts, their heavy weight swaying slowly side to side as she set the items on the table, shifting her entire shirt with them as they wobbled.

Clearly she didn’t realize the effect her body was having on him.  But he was starting to get hard.  Real hard. And then he remembered he was wearing nothing but those revealing boxers.  ‘Just look away, Nick,’ he told himself.  ‘Just look away …’

She sure seemed to be taking her sweet time up there.  When she finally stepped back and looked down at him, he imagined he saw a special smirk crossing her lips.  It almost seemed like she could tell what was poking out against his boxers, seeing it out of the corner of her eye.  He really wanted to cover himself, but knew that would certainly draw her eye.

She spoke up, breaking the silence, “Oh … did you need a hand getting up, sweetie?”  She grinned widely.

“Huh?  What?  No, I—“

But he saw her torso lowering, her huge arms reaching down and clamping around his waist.  Before he could react, he found himself being lifted into the air and maneuvered onto the chair next to him.  It was all very disconcerting.  She retracted her hands and stepped around his chair like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened – like she hadn’t just lifted him like a child.

He was flabbergasted.  “Wh-What!?  Michelle, I didn’t ask you to …”

His voice trailed off as Michelle’s body lowered itself into the seat next to him, her breasts level with his face and only a foot or two away.  God, how they stretched the fabric of that shirt – a shirt that was clearly not meant to conform to such dimensions.

He felt her enormous hand fall onto the top of his head and muss his hair.  “Oh, that’s OK, Nicky.  You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help in your condition.”

He wanted to tell her what she did was not OK … but her hand began running through his hair, tickling his scalp; and it felt wonderful.  He decided to let it go for now.

For some reason, he also allowed her to reach forward with her free hand and begin filling his bowl with cereal for him.  Surely this was something Nick could manage on his own!  And yet, he found himself distracted by the delightful touch of her fingers as they began working their way to his neck and shoulders.  All he could do was look up at her, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure, seeing the wonderful gentleness of her smile.  ‘Alright …’ he decided, ‘I … I guess I don’t mind.’

He shivered as her fingernails dragged lightly across his spine, causing his head to turn towards her in an almost involuntary reflex.  It was quite a pleasant way to start the morning, after all … He shivered again, his eyelids growing heavy.  He saw the pleasing expanse of white and lavender before him; he began to subtly shift in his chair, rotating his body.  His eyes were drawn to the soft swell of her bosom as she leaned slightly forward to pour his juice; meanwhile, her hand continued to caress his neck affectionately.  By now, he seemed only dimly aware of his surroundings, not even realizing he was starting to lean so far forward in his chair.  He felt an overwhelming urge to press himself into her, to nuzzle against her soft warmth …

“Milk, Nicky?” her soothing voice purred.

His half-closed eyes darted open, doing a double-take when he realized just how close his face was to the side of her breast.  He could hardly see anything else.

He finally snapped to his senses, jerking his head back.  “What?  No!  I was j-just … I mean, I wasn’t …”

His face turned beet red.  Looking up into her eyes, he was relieved to find only bemusement, no recognition of what he was really doing.  “Hmm?  I was just wondering how much milk you wanted.”  She shook the jug of milk in her hand, holding it in front of her chest.  “I have more than enough for you …” she added, her eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Um …”  Surely she didn’t realize the despicable thoughts that were flashing through his mind – thoughts he would be horrified if she knew.  “Th-That’s OK,” he replied dumbly, blushing.

Michelle giggled light-heartedly.  “What is this I hear??  No milk in your cereal??  That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.”  She gave a playful ‘tsk’ and uncapped the milk anyway, pouring some into his bowl.

She brought the bowl right to the edge of the table and turned the spoon towards him so he could reach.  She patted the top of his head affectionately and then reached between his legs to scoot his chair forward to bring him up to the edge of the table.  Oh hell … he was hard as a rock.  Surely she couldn’t have missed this as she looked downwards.  Anxiety began to set it.

She retracted her hand, then regarded him with a smile that was coy, if not … mischievous.

“Do you like when I do things for you, Nicky?” she asked, batting her eyes coyly.  “I could start helping you out with a lot more things, if you’d like.  I could take such good care of my little man …”  She looked down with excitement in her eyes, eagerly awaiting his response.

Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat, disturbed by her forwardness, as well as by his own failure to put a stop to things by now.  “I … I can still take care of myself …” he replied defensively, but not without uncertainness in his voice.  He lowered his gaze.

“Aww …”  Her tone clearly conveyed disappointment.  “I understand.  I know you’re still VERY capable.  I shouldn’t have asked.”  She paused.  “Still … if you ever change your mind …”  She leaned down, planting a tender kiss on his forehead – while, seemingly by accident, her breast smushed against his arm in the process, enough for him to feel it slightly flattening against his scrawny biceps.

“… just let me know,” Michelle concluded softly, lingering for a moment, letting her sweet scent waft into his nostrils, while also letting his arm feel the size and softness of her breast.  She started to notice him shuddering against her, his shivers almost imperceptibly rubbing against her nipple through her shirt and bra.  As soon as she heard a soft moan escape his lips, she finally pulled back, turning her attention back to her homework.  She could almost feel him staring at her, imagining that same helpless look of arousal in his eyes.  But she kept her eyes down on her papers, pretending to be oblivious.  She was becoming quite good at that by now.

After some time, she heard the light clank of spoon on bowl.  She couldn’t resist one quick peek: she glanced sideways at him, seeing his little child-sized tush slid forward on his chair, his torso stretching upward so that his mouth could just clear the bowl as he opened his lips extra-wide to accept the oversized spoon into his mouth.  ‘How adorable,’ she thought, holding back a derisive giggle as she poured herself a glass of milk and returned to her work.

It didn’t take many spoonfuls for his small stomach to get full.  She heard him drop the spoon into his bowl with a ‘clank.’

“All done?” she asked sweetly.

He nodded silently.  Michelle then laid her hand gently on his shoulder, making sure to turn her torso to face him, and asked, “Would you like me to clean up for you?  Or can you do it yourself?”

She saw the struggle in his expression as his eyes flitted down briefly to her chest.  As intended, he still replied defensively, “I … I can do it.”

Michelle pinched his shoulder softly.  “Great!” she remarked, removing her hand and rotating back to her work.  She thought about sliding the chair back for him to give him room, but decided it better to let him shimmy awkwardly sideways until plopping to the floor next to her.  He reached over the edge of the table to collect his bowl and cup, though obviously couldn’t manage to carry the heavy milk and juice at the same time, so he had to resort to making multiple trips back and forth, all while Michelle watched surreptitiously.

“Just set the cereal on the counter for now; I’ll put it away later,” she told him pointedly, watching him put the box down in frustration before heading back to the table.  Not knowing what else to do, Nick clambered up into his chair again and watched her work.

Maybe she was so engrossed in her calculations that she didn’t notice him sitting idly; or maybe she just enjoyed his company.  Either way, he wasn’t about to break the silence and ruin a perfectly wonderful opportunity to enjoy her body in such close proximity.

Of course, Michelle was fully aware of his presence, and of where his eyes were likely lingering.  After a minute or two, she decided it was time to make things a bit more interesting.  She leaned down to the side, supposedly to retrieve some fresh sheets of paper from her book bag at her feet, but retrieving something else as well …

She lifted a smallish pouch and set it before her on the table as she sat up straight.  A sheepish smile of guilty pleasure crossed her lips as she turned to him.  “I was a bit … naughty this morning …” she confessed.

Nick blinked in confusion.  “Wh … What do you mean?”

Michelle batted her eyes, blushing.  “I woke up early this morning, and, well … I got to thinking about yesterday, and how things are turning out … you know, between us …”  She glanced down at Nick, her golden hair draped across one eye, her face starkly beautiful and full of excitement.

Nick’s mind reeled at the thought of her preoccupied with these things.  His own thoughts drifted to those doses of potion, and feeling her growing against him … and that kiss they shared last night, her warm tongue inside his mouth … Oh dear lord, just the thought of it was making him feel weak.

He held his breath, listening with rapt attention as she bit her lower lip and added sheepishly, “Sooo … I went downstairs and, um, refilled our supply.  But … well …”

He watched as she pulled the drawstring of the pouch and opened it to reveal not just a few vials – a whole pile of them.  A dozen, if not more.

“… I got a bit carried away,” she finished, blushing.  Nick watched in bewilderment as she took one of the vials between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it distractedly in her hand, seemingly mesmerized by its power.  “I just kept making more …” she confessed embarrassedly.

Nick noticed her chest rising and falling at a quickening pace.  He saw the familiar twinkle of fiery lust in her eye … so enthralling to behold …

She seemed to come to her senses suddenly, shaking her head.  Turning to Nick with a self-disparaging frown, she said, “Sorry … I don’t know what’s gotten into me … You had better hang on to these for now.”  She pushed the bag towards him, her hand almost trembling.

Bewildered, Nick replied, “M-Me?  Why??”

“Just … keep them out of my sight, OK?  It’s … safer that way.”  She tightened the string and implored him to take the bag into his hands, which he did slowly.  As an afterthought, she bit her lip and added, “Though, if you want, once in a while maybe … you could …”  Her voice trailed off as she glanced hopefully at Nick, a renewed look of lust flooding her eyes.

She snapped out of it, rising quickly to her feet and putting her hands to her face in embarrassment.  “Oh, I’m such a mess!”  She realized her hand still clutched the single vial, so she swiftly put it down on the table.  Was it a coincidence that it ended up next to her glass of milk, still half-full?

“I’ll just … come back in a few minutes,” she explained embarrassedly, striding down the hall to her room, closing the door loudly enough for Nick to hear.

Nick hardly knew how to react.  It had all happened so fast.  Was she really THIS excited by the potion, and the thought of drinking it?  To the point of losing control of herself??

He had almost been thinking lately that she wasn’t the out-of-control one – HE was.  But … perhaps he had underestimated again just how much he was able to affect her.

He hefted the small bag in his hands, hearing the clinking of the glass vials within.  He kept playing this last scene over and over again in his mind – her talk of “how things are turning out … between us …”, her faraway gaze as she fingered the vial, her pointed stare into his eyes, communicating her lust to him …

He saw that lone vial, filled with dark red liquid, sitting next to her half-full cup of milk.

Wait a minute …

He turned his head to make sure she was still out of sight before looking at the vial and glass again.

She left these vials in my control, he thought with growing excitement.  That means … I could CHOOSE to use them … whenever I want … even if she doesn’t realize it …

He sprang into action, driven by lust, his hands fumbling to pop open the vial and pour its contents into the glass of milk.  It became tinted only slightly pink, hardly noticeable.  He sat back down, anxiously awaiting her return, anticipating what might be in store for him once she drinks up and finds herself growing … the full force of her arousal needing an outlet, probably turning to HIM with gratitude …

His heart was already pounding as, on impulse, he reached into the small bag and fished out a second vial.  He had already popped the lid off by the time he realized, ‘What are you doing, Nick??’

He was caught off-guard by his own lack of restraint.  After a moment of apprehension, though, he reasoned, ‘Well … what if one vial isn’t enough?  Maybe she only drinks part of the glass, or doesn’t even notice the changes anyway … No, I definitely need two.  Just to be sure she realizes.  That’s the only reason …’

His self-doubt eased by this thought, Nick quickly poured in the second vial and then hid the evidence, putting them in the bag with the full ones and hiding the bag underneath his chair.

And then he waited, his heart pounding incessantly.  One minute … two minutes …

Finally, she emerged, her bare hips sashaying side to side as she approached the table with a restrained smile.  “Sorry, Nicky, I apologize for my lack of restraint.  It won’t happen again.”  She slid into her seat next to him, resting her arm lightly on his shoulder.  “I’d like to just move on and finish up the homework, if that’s OK.  Wanna help me?”

“Um … sure …” Nick replied, a bit surprised, but much too distracted by the glass of milk on the table to really object to doing homework at this hour on Saturday morning.  It was all he could think about at the moment – waiting for her to drink, waiting to see her grow …

Getting right down to business, Michelle placed some blank sheets of paper and a pencil in front of Nick.  While arranging her own papers, she ended up moving the glass of milk toward the other side of the table to make room for her homework sheets.

Nick let out a barely audible grunt of dismay – and Michelle instantly knew why, but pretended she didn’t.  She noted the pinkish hue of the milk, and knew that he had taken the bait.  But, as much as she would like to just drink it up, she had a better plan in store.  He would just have to wait for now.

Michelle, with a pleasant smile, scooted her chair right up to his and moved the opened book between them.  “So … now for some homework.  There are just ten problems, but they’re SUPER easy.  I’m on number eight already.  You wanna get a head start on nine to save time?  I’m sure a smart guy like you will finish it in no time.”

He nodded slowly, and Michelle managed not to smirk at the anxiety she saw in his eyes as he glanced forlornly at the glass of milk now far away.  “Good luck!” she said simply, referring to the homework as she returning to scribbling all across her own pages.  It struck Nick as an awful lot of writing for just a ‘super-easy problem.’

“Um … a-aren’t you thirsty?” Nick couldn’t help but ask, realizing how stupid and obvious it sounded.

Michelle looked up from her work.  “Hmm?”  She glanced carefree at the glass of milk.  “Not particularly.  I guess I’m too focused on finishing this homework to worry about something like that, hehe,” she replied to his awkward question lightly, then returned to her calculations.

Saddened, he realized he had little choice but to put it out of his mind for now and get this homework out of the way.  With a frown, he turned his eyes to the book to read question nine.

He had trouble making anything out.  He squinted, rubbed his eyes, adjusted his posture – but it all still looked like gobbledygook.  Not just the equations, but even the words as well …  And the harder he squinted, the harder it was to focus on the letters; it was like he could see the letters, yet his brain just refused to process them as anything more than random shapes on the page.  He could make out nothing at all.

What … the … FUCK …??

He backed away, closing his eyes, rubbing his temples.  Surely this was just a … a … a temporary brain fart … maybe an after-effect of the wine from last night??  He didn’t feel hung over, but … surely it was just a fluke of some sort, especially for such a smart guy like him …

He felt Michelle’s warm hand fall on his shoulder again.  “Oh, is the book too high up for you to read?”

He opened his eyes, realizing this was a perfect chance to cover up his … temporary troubles.  “Yes,” he replied with a nod.

Michelle just smiled.  “OK, I’ll read it to ya, little fella.”  She glanced down.  “Question Nine … Oh, this is the easiest one yet.  ‘A projectile is launched at 50 m/s in open air at an angle of 45 degrees.  How far away does it land, and what is its velocity on impact?’  Simple, right?”

Nick blinked.  “Uh … yeah … of course.”  He leaned forward, put the pencil in his undersized hand, and pretended to start writing.  Just until she looked away.  Because he had no goddamned idea what he was supposed to do.  Half the words she said sounded just as much like mumbo-jumbo as they had when he tried to read it!  He could still understand normal speech fine, but as soon as she started spouting all those mysterious science-y sounding words …

He sat there dumbly, pencil idle.  He became increasingly aware of just how close – and enormous, and stunning – her body was after she had moved her chair closer.  All this thinking about physics made his brain hurt; he found it much more pleasing to watch her as she scribbled away diligently, her pencil never stopping, her mind clearly always one step ahead.  Honestly, though, he was more focused on her body wrapped in that lavender striped shirt, and those panties below … Soon, it was all he could think about.

She turned her head.  Shit – she saw him!  He looked up immediately.

“Oh, are you done already?”  She giggled modestly.  “I know what you’re thinking – I’m such a slow poke, right?  Glad you found something to occupy your attention in the meantime, then …”

He blushed, as she added, “Well, actually, to be honest, I already finished the problems, in my head anyway.  So I felt like going a bit above and beyond.  These problems were just so easy; I wanted more of a challenge.”  She blushed.  “I know, I know.  I’m such a nerd.”

Nick didn’t know how to respond; considering his own difficulties, he found it impressive enough that she could even solve the problems as they were.  But she even found them TOO easy … That was hard for Nick to grasp at this point.

She smiled shyly, then added, “OK, I guess I’ll show you.  Maybe you can tell me if I’m doing it right – since you’re, like, a super-genius after taking the potion so many times.”

Nick knew she really thought so from the sound of her voice.  But, over the last day or two, he was beginning to have serious doubts as to how smart he actually was.  He couldn’t let on, though.  He feared she would lose some of her admiration for him, and he would hate to have that happen.

She brought her papers in front of him and pointed to the top line.  Nick tried to pay attention as much as possible – though, of course, he was really just struggling to ignore the tantalizing proximity of her enormous body as she leaned oh-so-very-close to him.

“Basically, I just wanted to see if I could figure out how to solve it when viscosity is included.”

“Visco-what?”

Michelle giggled, causing her breasts to wobble in his peripheral vision.  “You know – air resistance.  Actually, it makes the equations surprisingly interesting to solve in two dimensions, even if you assume a simple Newtonian fluid.  I heard in the news how some 16-year-old Indian kid named Shouryya Ray just solved this same problem, which supposedly had baffled mathematicians for the last 350 years.  I figured I’d give it a shot.”

She giggled modestly.  “Actually … I was surprised how quickly I was able to figure it out myself.”

Huh??  Nick blinked up at her in shock and disbelief.  She couldn’t possibly be serious … right??

He craned his neck to listen up at her as she continued her fantastical tale.  “I haven’t actually seen his solution yet.  But it’s pretty obvious how he arrived at the answer.  I mean, there’s different ways to get it, but he probably took this way, which is easiest.  You just start by converting the two second order differential equations to a single first-order one with this simple scalar transformation …”

She pointed to a mind-boggling jumble of numbers and symbols which his brain couldn’t process; but he suspected it was all FAR beyond the scope of a high school math course.  As she continued on, Nick began to realize she just might be telling the truth about solving these ‘impossible’ equations herself.  And she had done it all in one morning, over breakfast.

“… and then you just evaluate the resulting implicit integral using a basic power series representation like this …”

More equations, more jumbled monstrosities, filling several pages, looking anything but ‘basic.’  Nick’s eyes widened with awe.  He couldn’t even do the simple freaking problem in the book … and here she was, explaining the same derivation that was enough to make some kid world famous.  He knew she was smart, but dear lord …

“… and then it’s straightforward to apply a recursion formula to solve for the coefficients analytically, like this.”  More pages dark with lead.  “And that’s it!  Simple, right?”  She giggled.  “Actually, I don’t understand what all the hype was about.  I mean, it’s easy to show that this kind of ordinary differential equation will always have an analytic solution; it’s just a matter of figuring out the right trick to solve it.”

Nick was utterly enthralled.  She was so big, so strong, so beautiful – and now he finds out she’s incredibly, ridiculously smart too?  So, so much smarter than HIM??  It was almost too much to process; he could hardly wrap his head around the vast chasm of ability separating the two of them.  He stared up at her in awe.

He wanted to tell her how he felt … but all his little mind could think to say was, “Wow …”

Michelle looked down to see Nick staring up at her with a glazed-over, almost reverential look in his eyes.  His mouth was hanging open; he was taking short, shallow breaths.  And – most thrilling of all – Michelle saw that he was FULLY hard, his erection poking up at her straight and firm within the thin fabric of his boxers.

Michelle’s heart skipped a beat; tingles of excitement coursed through her body.  This was EXACTLY the reaction she had hoped for from him.  Of course, she had known all along how smart she had been getting lately – this wasn’t just some ploy; she really had solved this difficult problem on her own.  Even things she would have struggled with in the past now came naturally to her.  And until now, she had purposely kept her new brilliance hidden from him.  Today, though, she had decided it was finally time to show him how far she had come, to test his reaction.

And the test could not have been more successful.  Michelle was secretly brimming with excitement, knowing that his enthralled reaction meant the rest of her plans would fall into place SO much more smoothly.  Even after last night, she had still had her doubts.  But she now suspected that things would turn out even better than she could have hoped.  It was just a matter of time …

Fortunately, she was far better than Nick at hiding her true emotions.  Even still, she couldn’t avoid a bit of excitement showing in her eyes, or a bit of huskiness permeating her voice as she told him, “I’m sure YOU could have solved this problem … right, Nicky??”

She could see the misery unfolding in his eyes.  He wanted to say ‘yes’ … but instead he slowly, almost imperceptibly shook his head side to side, timidly telling her the truth.

Michelle’s heart leapt in her chest as she witnessed his outer shell of confidence crumbling before her eyes, exposing a small, vulnerable boy beneath.  She had been waiting for this moment.

It took all of her reserve to play innocent and take on a look of surprise.  “No??  Really??  Huh.  Well, I guess it IS kinda a tough problem.  Nothing like those little homework problems we were given …”  Then she pointedly looked forward at the completely blank page on the table in front of him.  She covered her mouth with her hand in feigned surprise.  “Wait … surely you know how to do THAT problem … right, Nicky??”

His body began to wriggle in distress, his face contorting in anguish.

Michelle leaned closer to him, her arm touching his.  “What’s happening, Nicky?  Tell me you can solve Problem Nine, such an easy problem …” she urged in a frightened-sounding voice.

Nick couldn’t hold it in any longer.  He knew now that this wasn’t just some temporary mental hangover; her demonstration had shown him the truth – that he was nothing but a simpleton, a cretin who couldn’t even begin to comprehend the things she could. 

His words came out in a torrent.  “No, I can’t!  I can’t figure ANYTHING out!  I don’t know anything!  I-I can’t even read now!! I … I …”

He broke down, sobbing violently, burying his head in his hands in shame.  “Michelle … what’s happening to me …”

“Oh my gosh … Nicky, I … I don’t know what to say!”  She sounded just as distraught as he was.

Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted up off the chair, his legs kicking in the air as he continued to bawl.

But then, he felt an amazing softness press into his front, conforming to his lower torso, enveloping him in warmth.  She had stood up, and was now hugging him tightly to her chest.  It was exactly what he needed right now, in his moment of fragility.  His arms found her neck and pulled himself tightly against her, not wanting to ever let go.  He sobbed miserably on her shoulder as she cooed and placated him, patting him tenderly with one hand as her other clung tightly around his lower back, holding him to her.

“It’s OK, baby … there, there … just let it all out ...”

He lost track of time; he didn’t know how long he had been crying on her shoulder, but eventually his breathing began to settle, and he got hold of his surroundings.  His face felt the wet spot of her cotton shirt where it had been soaked with his tears.  He loosened his tight grip around her neck; and he finally became cognizant of the two enormous masses of soft flesh surrounding his abdomen.  Ohhh … goddd …

Michelle sensed his grief subsiding.  She whispered soothingly in his ear, “Everything’s going to be fine, Nicky …”

Nick whimpered in sadness, even as his arousal grew.  “No, it’s not,” he replied pessimistically, burying his face again in her shoulder, his little hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt as he felt another bout of sobbing coming on.

In response, her hand began to move against his lower back, bouncing him lightly up and down while keeping him pressed tightly to her chest in an attempt to soothe him.  His sobbing subsided as his attention was pulled immediately to the weight of her soft breasts as they moved against him.  The feeling was powerfully soothing and arousing, all at once.

“Oh, sweetie … we’ll get through this, OK?” she replied in his ear, stating matter-of-factly, “We thought you had been getting smarter this whole time, but the potion was actually doing the opposite.  I should have been able to pick up on this, but no matter.  Everything will work out in the end, you’ll see.”  Her soothing voice seemed to be imbued with a far-seeing wisdom and confidence, almost making him start to believe her.

Yet … how could things possibly be okay?  He could not understand how this had happened without him realizing.  He whimpered meekly, “Wh-What about the quiz yesterday?  I was smart then …”

He felt her squeeze her arms around him a bit tighter, her sweet voice whispering sympathetically, “Oh, sweetie, you must have just gotten lucky and guessed them right, that’s all.”

Nick squirmed uncomfortably, pulling himself back from her chest just a bit so he could think.  How many questions had he answered right?  Could he really have guessed them all right?

He replied hesitantly, “B … But are you sure?  M-Maybe I got them wrong, and …”

His voice trailed off.  Michelle pulled his little torso off her chest to look down at him – she saw him thinking hard, his little mind struggling to piece things together.  She knew he was already on the right track, and given another minute or two he might even figure out the truth, even with his slow mind.  Of course he had missed every question the other day, and she had just pretended he had gotten them right.  She had just needed a way to make him think he was in charge, just for a while, so she could trick him into shrinking.  She hadn’t been lying earlier – she really wouldn’t have been able to use this new mind-weakening potion unless his mind had wished for it each time.  She looked into his eyes now and saw how weak and gullible he had already become, how easy to manipulate – but he wasn’t ready to find out the whole truth.  Not quite yet …

So she interrupted his slow thoughts before he could have the chance to figure anything out.  She playfully ruffled his hair and brought his face closer to her heaving chest – which she knew he loved – as she told him in a patronizing voice, “Oh, sweetie, you’re just not thinking straight.  Of COURSE you got the questions right – don’t you think I would have known if you had missed them?  I’m so smart now, remember?”

She smiled privately down at him as she watched his mind become muddled and conflicted, losing his ability to think as she pulled him even closer to her.  “I-I’m sorry … you’re right …” he mumbled, believing every word of it, now staring up into her eyes with lust as well as a sense of awe at her abilities.

“Aww, it’s alright, sweetie.  I know you have trouble thinking things through now.  Why don’t you just come here and let me hold you.  There, that’s it …”  She pulled him into her chest again, feeling no resistance from him, only a sense of sadness and humiliation as he resigned himself to the comfort of her warm, soft embrace.

His arousal at a time like this only humiliated him more.  He began to sob on her shoulder again, this time suddenly blurting out in a moment of vulnerability, “You must hate me now … I tried to be what you wanted, but I … I’m not …”

Michelle responded by squeezing him harder, saying in an earnestly sweet sounding voice, “That’s not true!  You may be more … limited now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like you, pumpkin …”

Nick whimpered, shaking his head.  “You’re just saying that.  I’m hopeless.  I … I have nothing …”

He felt her huge hands swiftly move to his hips and peel his body off of hers, detaching his arms from her neck in the process.  She set his feet on his chair so that he could stand on it and almost look her eye-to-eye, though he still had to tilt his head up to meet her gaze.

“But you’ve still got me, sweetie!  Doesn’t that count for something??” She clasped her hands behind her back and rotated her torso side to side cutely, batting her eyes hopefully down at him.  It was all he could do not to gawk at her melons as they were practically thrust in his face.

“Look, the potion may have been harming you, but it has definitely only helped me … and look at me now.  I could do SO much for you – it doesn’t even matter what has happened to you, because you’ve got me to help you.”

She paused, watching his eyes slowly widen as his misery was temporarily put on hold.  She added with a coquettish smile, “Surely you wouldn’t mind if I did SOME things for you … Help you with some things you might struggle with now …”  As he watched, Michelle’s hips began to gyrate slowly as she turned side to side, rolling her pelvis mesmerizingly, undulating in a smooth, rhythmic motion.  Did she even notice what she was doing?  Or did such gracefully sexual movements just come naturally to her now, without even trying, like everything else she did so amazingly well?

She either didn’t notice or didn’t mind him watching her movements hungrily.  But, at the very least, his softening expression brought a smile to her lips, as she realized her method of soothing him seemed to be working.

“C’mon, let me help you out,” she added with extra confidence, biting her lower lip hopefully.  “I’d like that.  And it would be so easy for me, too, considering what I’m capable of …”

Nick frowned in indecision.  He wanted to show how capable and independent he still was; and he was even more worried that if he admitted he needed help, she’d somehow think less of him, maybe even lose interest in him as a potential mate …

She seemed to sense his dilemma.  “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry – I’ll ONLY do things you ask me to.  This won’t change ANYTHING between us.”  She began to pet his arm tenderly.  “You may be too small to do everything you used to, and you may need help figuring things out now from time to time … but, deep down, you’re still the same Nick – my Nick.”  She smiled shyly and endearingly, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on his forehead, blanketing Nick in the alluring aroma of her perfume.

He shuddered, his arousal peaking.  That phrase repeated itself over and again in his mind: ‘You’re MY Nick … You’re MINE …’  He had always considered Michelle to be HIS.  But something about the way she had said that, turned the phrase around … almost implying possession, even … ownership …

Michelle pulled back and watched with hidden amazement as his eyes grew even wider with arousal.  And one quick glance down to his bulging boxers confirmed it.  She knew what she had said had set him off – and this excited her tremendously.  She knew what this could mean for the future …