"Let's play a game," Kimberly said.

Andy had grown fond of hearing those words from his girlfriend over the last few days. When he wasn't sleeping or eating, Kimberly kept his slate full of activities. It wasn't just the creative ways she found to stimulate him with her voluptuous body. It was the endless fun his ever diminishing size allowed them to have.

One game had him climb her tall body and then swan dive into a bucket of water next to her. Another game had him bench-press her fingers. Another had him navigate a maze/obstacle course she had set up using books and furniture. Yet another had him hold onto one of his old rock albums while it spun on the record player. When it rained, Kimberly took him outside and he dodged balloon-sized water droplets on the driveway. There seemed to be no limit to the amusement one could derive from interacting with familiar objects.

None of the games involving heights were truly dangerous, since the acceleration of gravity didn't scale up with everything else in his oversized world. So falling what looked like 80 feet from the top of Kimberly's head was really falling less than 6 feet. Once Andy got over the inate fear of falling to his death, he felt invincible.

"What are we doing this time?" he asked.

"First I need to put my swimsuit on. Meet me in the pool."

He rubbed his hands together eagerly. He hadn't seen Kimberly in her swimsuit since he was 20 inches tall, and married. She was five times bigger in every direction now, five times the sexy playground she'd been just 2 weeks ago.

Remarkable how distant his 19-year marriage with Alecia seemed to him now. It was to Kimberly's credit that he was almost completely over losing his wife. Almost. Occasionally, when he was around Brooke, he felt the loss of the maternal things Alecia used to do that had fallen to him to do, or at least emulate. Kimberly was a great help in this regard, giving him advice and offering a female perspective on things. She was becoming more qualified as a stepmom by the day. Just the day before, Andy and Kimberly had a grown-up talk about hiding their relationship from Brooke for awhile, as well as keeping Alicia's presumed infidelity under wraps forever.

Kimberly's massive form came down the stairs and headed out the sliding door into the backyard. From the floor, Andy couldn't see her face over her large breasts, supported in the aqua-colored bikini top. That was becoming more of an issue lately, even when she carried him around in her palm. He assumed if they were going to have a future together, he would have to talk more to her face than to her buxom chest.

She left the sliding door open and dove into the pool. It took Andy a minute with his 2-inch strides to reach the pool. He removed his voice amplifier, which Amazon had delivered a few days ago, to avoid shorting it in the water. It took another couple of minutes to swim to the deep end, where Kimberly treaded water, waiting for him.

He stopped next to her billboard-sized face. "What are we doing?" he asked again.

"You're going to swim through my legs."

"And what's my prize when I do it?"

"I'll tell you when you do it."

Andy dipped his head under the water to see how far down he would have to go to get through her legs. All he saw was Kimberly's pale mammaries forming a floor directly under him.

His head popped up out of the water. "Haha, very funny."

"Having trouble seeing that far down, big guy?" She scooped up her soft breasts in her hands and lifted them up. Andy rose completely out of the water on his hands and knees, her shelf-like breast trembling under him. She lowered her lips to engulf his head in a teasing kiss, and let her breasts fall back against her chest. He slid down her slippery hills back into the water.

Andy swam a ways from his girlfriend and looked under the water. Her bikini bottoms were at least 30 feet down, which wasn't bad. When he was a competitive swimmer he routinely free-dived to depths of 50 and 60 feet. But that was 20 years ago.

He looked at Kimberly skeptically. She wouldn't challenge him with something easy. "What's the catch?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she said innocently.

"You're going to stay still, right? You're not gonna make me swim after you or dive all the way to the bottom?"

"I promise," she said, holding her hand up, like she was taking a pledge.

Andy took a couple of deep breaths to saturate his lungs, and he dove under. He took an angled path through the water, using his strongest stroke, the breaststroke. Kimberly's graceful neck, then her round breasts rose above him as he went past 15 feet (proportionally speaking). He pinched his nose and swallowed to equalize the pressure in his inner ear. He reached her toned belly and turned straight down, passing her belly button, then her smooth pelvis. Her tan thighs were two thick pillars, which met at her puckering pussy lips, visible through her soaked bikini bottoms at this close range.

He pulled himself through the narrow opening of her thighs, his body tipping past vertical until he was floating face up in her shadowy crotch, less than inch from her huge labia. He reached up and touched it.

All of a sudden, Kimberly's thighs closed around him, shutting out the sunlight from above. He let out a gulp of air in surprise, tried to pry her meaty gams apart with his arms. But his squirming against her pussy only excited her further. Her legs bent and twisted, rolling Andy between them. He lost all his oxygen reserves as his body was squeezed and tossed around in the dark, deep water. He no longer knew which way was up.

His lungs burned. He had maybe 30 seconds before he drowned. He went still, and the pressure instantly eased. The sunlight reappeared. He drifted out of the cleft of Kimberly's tight, round butt, right behind her vagina. A huge hand reached through the front of her legs, searching for him. He turned upright and kicked to the surface.

"Andy!" he heard her shrieking, as she searched the water.

"Kim, behind you!" he shouted, so he could be heard over the loud, sloshing water.

Her broad shoulders turned, and relief came over her. She cupped her hand behind him and pulled him into the hollow of her neck. "Thank God! I thought I lost you."

He lay across her collar bone, catching his breath. "No sweat, Kim. It wasn't that hard."

She held him in front of her face, eyebrows angled towards her nose. "Why did you touch me there?! You could have drowned!"

Andy could feel the force of her anger surging through her body, and he was genuinely frightened. She could shake him to pieces without even trying.

"Kim, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd react like that."

She touched her forehead and closed her eyes, forcing herself to mellow. "It's okay. You're okay, that's all that matters. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to make her feel safe and protected. It was times like this where he most acutely felt his size deficiency.

"I'm guessing I won't be getting that prize."

She chuckled, releasing the tension in her body. "Oh, yes you are. A deal's a deal, Andy."

She carried him back into the house and upstairs to her room. She set him on the nightstand and undressed. His eyes bugged out as she stripped completely naked in front of him and dried off. She pulled on a flesh-toned bra, panties, and tight-fitting jeans.

"What's the prize?" he asked.

"Brooke buys nothing but junk food, so I need to go to the store to pick up some real food. You're coming with me."

Andy's shoulders sagged. "That's it?"

She took a yellow blouse out of the closet and sat back on her heels in front of the nightstand. "I didn't tell you WHERE I'll be carrying you."

He perked up. "Where?"

She stood up on her knees, elevating her breasts to his level. Her hard nipples stood out through the sheer bra cups. "In my bra, of course."

"You're going to carry me in your bra, in public?" His mouth felt dry.

She pulled her hair back and to the side. "Isn't that exciting?"

Very, he thought. "Won't people notice? I don't think I'm small enough that people wouldn't notice."

She smiled as she reached around her back to unhook her bra. "Oh ye of little faith. You don't think my big bra is big enough for you, Andy?" She raised the bra by the thick strap and dropped it. Andy cowered as one of the enormous cups fell over him. "What do you think now?"

He stood up and looked around him, gobsmacked. He was in another world, Kimberly's bra cup! The soft, flesh-toned hemisphere was 15 feet in diameter (proportionally speaking) and had a curved ceiling that he had to jump to touch. It was bigger than the office.

He ran around the bra cup's circumference, imaging Kimberly's enormous breast residing in this space. It was becoming difficult to keep up with the pace of his shrinking, as the daily changes, once undetectable, were now redefining his physical relationship with reality.

He noticed the tag on the inner rim of the bra cup. 36G. He crawled out from underneath the bra. "You're a G cup?" he said.

"Does that surprise you?"

"Well… Your red bra said 38F."

She giggled playfully. "Andy, have you been sneaking looks at my bra tags?" 

"It was an accident, but yeah, of course I looked. I'm a guy, aren't I?"

She picked up the bra and pulled the loops over her arms. "Since the summer started, I've lost a few pounds. Before, my 38F bras were a touch too tight for my bust. Now they're loose around my chest, too. 36G is more comfortable, because it doesn't hurt my boobs, and the strap doesn't move around."

She pushed the cups flush against her breasts and modeled the fit for him. "See?"

She filled the cups. Filled them, the same cups that dwarfed his body. "Wow, Kim. A G cup. That's…"

"Yes?"

He swallowed. "Big." And not a hint of sag, a testament to her underlying muscle tone and overall fitness.

She secured the bra clasp. "A G cup means my bust sticks out 7 inches from my chest. And you're about 4 inches tall. So, as you can see, it's not even close. You can fit easily next to my boob inside these cups, and no one will notice. Even if they did, who wants to be the guy to ask a stranger in public what she's got in her bra?"

Kimberly could be very persuasive when she wanted. "Okay, Kim," he said, feigning reluctance. "If you insist, I'll let you carry me in your bra cup."

"Good. Now, left breast, or right breast?"

Was there a wrong answer? It was like a reverse Scylla and Charybdis.

"Left."

"Are you ready to go?"

He nodded. He climbed into her palm and she positioned him over the slope of her left breast, where the flesh-toned cup subtly transitioned to her skin.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention." She scooped her fingernail inside his tiny waistband and ripped his underwear down. "You're going naked."

"What? Hey—"

"And I can't have you talking, either. My boobs are pretty amazing, but if they start talking, people will get suspicious." She tilted his head into her palm and shook the voice amplifier out of his ear. She placed the tiny device gingerly on the nightstand.

"Careful, Kim!" he shouted.

"In you go." She peeled the bra cup off her chest and tilted him off her hand. He rolled off her giving flesh and disappeared under the cup, gaining speed as the grade steepened. He came to rest a jumble of arms and legs above her nipple.

She lowered the bra cup gently against her chest. She giggled at the amorphous bump on her breast, like a massive, mutant second nipple. "You have to lay flat, Andy." She smoothed her hand over her hefty globe.

Andy adjusted himself so his front faced her breast, his legs sticking almost straight out. Her passing hand pressed him deep into her. Her skin, rough from the swimming pool, billowed around his body and between his legs. His stiff cock spasmed once, but he stayed on the edge. That was close, he thought.

"I can barely see you, Andy. Are you enjoying yourself in there?"

"Yeah!" he shouted, rolling his head to the side to avoid getting a mouthful of doughy breast.

She could see and feel his tiny body moving around, and her heart swelled with maternal pride. Was this what it was like to carry a baby in her womb? she wondered.

"I'm going to put my blouse on now," she said. She put her arms through the arm holes and buttoned up the front. To Andy, it seemed as if someone had dimmed the lights.

"How's that, Andy?"

"Fine!"

She checked herself in the dresser mirror. She was just another girl out on an errand. No one would know she had a man in her bra. Andy was invisible on her. She shuddered with arousal, felt a dampness in her crotch. It boggled her mind that he was going to get even smaller.

She pressed her large breasts together. She wanted Andy to feel their weight, the power of her womanly charms that had won him over long before they fell in love. She still wielded that power, and she got a headrush reminding him of that. If only there was a way to keep him like this forever, they could make each other so happy.

She felt a sudden, spastic movement and a spreading warmth on her left breast.

"Andy, did you just ejaculate?"

"Yeah," came his muffled response.

That didn't take long, she thought slyly. She slung her purse over her shoulder and headed out to her car.