When Andy went to bed, the grilling started. "How long have you been a couple?" Brooke asked.

"Since Sunday," Kimberly answered.

"Have you told him 'I love you'?"

"Yes."

"Has he said 'I love you'?"

"Yes."

"Aww! Have you had sex with him yet?"

"Of course not."

"'Of course not' because he's shrunk, or 'of course not' because you want to wait until you're married?"

"We both want to wait," Kimberly said, wishing to present a unified front.

"So what stuff have you done with him?"

"Brooke! That's between me and your dad."

"Okay, you don't have to tell me. You are doing stuff, though, aren't you? How could you not be? He's so little!"

The 18 year-old in Kimberly wanted to tell Brooke everything they'd been doing, because she'd been holding it in forever, it felt like. The prospective stepmom in her, however, wanted Brooke to treat sensitive subjects like sex with more maturity and sensitivity. Her new relationship with Brooke would be the most difficult adjustment, if she and Andy were going to make this work.

"That's really none of your business, Brooke."

"Uh-huh, just as I thought. Oh, how I would love to have a little man all to myself, to do whatever I wanted with." There was a longing in her voice.

"They're not slaves, they're human beings."

"I agree they're not slaves. More like pets."

"Brooke!"

"Come on, Kim. You're going to sit there and tell me you don't get a thrill from having a man who is totally subservient to you?"

As usual, Brooke had taken something true and found the worst way of expressing it.

"If I had a little man of my own, I'd make him go along with whatever I want," she continued. "He would accept that I am the master and wouldn't think of opposing my will. Like a pet dog."

"What would you do?" Kimberly asked, curious. She knew Andy was approaching his minimum size, and she wanted to do something special for him. Maybe Brooke's twisted mind could provide some inspiration.

Brooke shut her eyes, imagining it. "I would dominate him. I would keep him on the edge of fear and arousal constantly. I would become his whole world, his whole reason for living."

Kimberly whistled. She hoped, for shrinking men's sakes, Brooke's dream didn't become reality.

"When are you going to tell your parents?"

"I dunno. Andy—I mean, your dad and I aren't ready to go public yet."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"It's too soon. Between the shrinking disease and losing Mrs. Speed…" She decided prudently not to delve into that subject. "It's a hectic time. When things calm down, we'll tell them."

Brooke nodded, respecting her friend's adult decision.

"No one can know about me and your dad, Brooke. You're the first person we've told." Aside from Paul, kinda sorta.

"My lips are sealed." Brooke made a motion of locking her mouth and throwing away the key. "As long as you tell me about the stuff you've been doing with him."

"No! He's your dad. I can't tell you that."

Brooke smiled. Kimberly didn't have to tell her. She knew her best friend's best attributes, and the best way to use them. She furtively recalled how small Andy looked in Kimberly's big bra. He was so small, Kim's jugs must be… She got lost in the calculations.

Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Have you been letting him ride in your bra?"

Kimberly blushed. "How did you know about that?"

Brooke punched the air exuberantly. Her father's actions made perfect sense now, in light of his relationship with Kimberly. "That's why!"

"'That's why' what?"

"I've been borrowing your old bras for the last week," Brooke explained. "I hope you don't mind. My boobs just won't stop growing and there's no point in buying new bras if I outgrow them after a few days. Anyway, this morning I found my dad in my—well, your—bra. He was waiting for you to put it on, hoping to surprise you." She snickered. "He got me instead."

Kimberly frowned. Good going, Andy, she thought. Your fascination with my boobs almost betrayed our relationship to your daughter.

"I'm sorry he saw you like that, Brooke," she said.

"I don't mind. If I had known he was getting his rocks off with you, I wouldn't have messed with him."

Kimberly looked at her. "Wait a minute. YOU messed with him? How?"

"I just talked to him some and gave him a peek at my boobs in your bra. For what it's worth, he stayed true to you. He didn't take the bait like I thought he would."

"Yeah, because you're his daughter! What were you thinking?" The idea of tempting her father in a sexual way disturbed her to her core. Over the years Kimberly's mother had repeatedly stressed she wear modest clothing and not "compromise" herself around Roy or Brandon, because a woman's wiles exerted a power on boy's imaginations that she couldn't fathom. It wasn't until she got her job at Twin Peaks that she realized her mother was right. And it wasn't until she inadvertently turned Andy into a drooling idiot with her forwardness that she realized how right her mother was.

"Boobs are boobs, Kim," Brooke countered. "They're objects, and they're meant to be objectified. The fact that I'm his daughter doesn't change that. From my dad's point of view, we're as human as a photoshopped model on one of those building-sized poster ads downtown. I teased him a little, and he enjoyed it. So what?"

Kimberly was certain her friend was wrong. In her Sunday Bible class they would have called Brooke's ideas Gnosticism, and categorically rejected them. But attacking Brooke's thinking on these grounds was risky, since she was unchurched. Kimberly was alarmed to hear she had taken her ideas so far as to attempt to seduce her own father.

"Brooke, in all seriousness, it doesn't work that way. As his daughter, you're both your personality AND your flesh and blood. There's no definite separation between someone's body and who we are as a person. They kind of run together. That's why Paul says in First Corinthians our bodies are temples for the Spirit. Your body isn't purely an object, it's an extension of your will, your soul."

Brooke looked at her, defiance in her eyes. "That's not what my mom said."

"What did she say?"

"She said that the smaller Daddy got, the easier he'd get distracted. That when he reacts to our bodies, it isn't wrong. It's just our bodies, it doesn't mean anything."

Kimberly sensed her future in the family was on the line. She wasn't talking to Brooke as a friend anymore, but as her father's girlfriend, as a woman who hoped to co-lead his family.

She composed herself and said, "She was right. Your dad has been challenged by that. But that doesn't give us license to participate in his distraction. If you don't want your dad to treat you like an object, you need to ACT less like an object. Know what I mean?" She held her breath and waited.

Brooke shook her dirty blonde hair after weighing her words. "I guess you're both right," she said finally.

Relief washed over Kimberly at this small victory. Maybe she'd make a decent stepmom after all. Since they became close she'd been trying to get Brooke—and by extension her parents—to come regularly to her church, so she could share with them her faith in the mercy of God. This was a positive step in that direction as well.

Brooke yawned. "I think I should go to bed. I have to open at the mall tomorrow."

"Okay. Good night." Kimberly gave her a friendly hug and went to the office. She found a slip of paper and a pen. She wrote on the paper, "In case you want to read more =)" She tucked the slip of paper in her Bible at First Corinthians and put it on her nightstand.

Andy slept through the night and most of the morning, too. Kimberly was on pins and needles. His shrinking could stop at any time, and she didn't want to miss it. Before she went to bed, she set a tape measure by his increasingly pathetic body. He was a hair over 1.6 inches tall. Twice during the night she woke up to measure him. 1.5 inches. 1.37 inches. He kept shrinking.

When Brooke left for work in the morning, Kimberly wheeled the crib into her room, as had been the custom since her first stint as his caretaker. The crib was overkill at this point. It was as big as an airplane hangar to Andy, and the widely spaced bars couldn't stop him from falling out. But it was HIS bed. Kimberly knew she would find him there every morning. As an added bonus, seeing him in the crib also stirred her nascent maternal feelings.

He was 1.25 inches tall on the dot. She ate breakfast and mowed the front lawn, which didn't really need it, but it kept her occupied. She measured him again. A hair over 1.2 inches tall. When would it stop? The shrinking specialist had said there was a 95 percent chance he could shrink to as little as 3/4 inches tall. She showered and, with nothing better to do, she prayed to God that He would stop Andy's shrinking and grant her peace of mind.

She willed herself to wait an hour before measuring him again. He was the same, just over 1.2 inches. She measured a second time to make sure. The shrinking had stopped. Finally.

She checked the clock. It was 10:20 in the morning on July 22. Andy Speed was 40 years, 10 months, and 29 days old. He was 1.21 inches tall and he weighed .0138 ounces.

Now started a period of 24 to 48 hours where his size would be stable and he would experience long periods of wakefulness like a healthy person, after which he would start growing again. She shed happy tears and thanked God. They had made it. The end of this ordeal was in sight.

She texted his final height to Brooke, who replied a few minutes later, "Your boobs weigh 600 tons to him. Proceed with caution =P"

Kimberly looked in the dresser mirror and turned to the side to view her breasts in profile. She was a lot of woman, but 600 tons? That was insane. And that was just in her bra.

The pen she used last night was on the nightstand. She took off the pen cap. It was about Andy's size, maybe a bit bigger. She returned to the mirror and held the pen cap next to her body. She bent down and dragged the pen cap over her calves and up her silky thighs. Andy really liked her long legs. She held the pen cap next to her panties, below her salivating vagina. There'd be no issues fitting him inside her, if she chose.

She removed her T-shirt and dropped the pen cap between her copious breasts, supported in one of her new 36G bras. It disappeared in her deep bosom. She shimmied her shoulders, felt the pen cap bouncing around between her breasts, behind her cleavage. Oh, wow, she thought. She could fit him in there, with room to spare.

She fished the tiny pen cap out of her bra and touched it to her throat. She ran it over her plush lips, licked it. She popped it in her mouth and turned it over and around on her tongue, pressing it against her cheeks, her teeth, and her rough palate. She spit it out in her palm and held it in front of her eyes.

This could be him, she thought. The dimensions of her body were the stuff of myth and legend. At her size, she could make her boyfriend's wildest dreams come true. Or his nightmares.

"I guess I'll go naked until my one-inch clothes fit me," she heard his amplified voice behind her. She pulled her T-shirt back on and approached the crib slowly. Andy was standing naked in the vast crib between two sets of miniature outfits, one set obviously too big, the other set too small.

"Those 1-inch clothes will never fit you," she said, pausing a beat to hold him in suspense. "You stopped shrinking about 2 hours ago."

"Yes!" Andy stretched his arms out and fell back on the crib mattress.

"That's no excuse for going naked, though. At least not all day." She took his 2-inch outfit and cut the arms and legs to a suitable length for his short limbs. He used a piece of floss to cinch his loose trousers to his waist.

"I want a momento of how small you are." She put her Bible in the crib next to him. He ran a hand over the black, marbled leather and the gold lettering. The book binding was taller than him.

Kimberly took out her smartphone. "Strike a manly pose. Pretty please?"

Andy had forbidden any pictures being taken of him while he was shrunk, but the joy of finally reaching the turning point of the disease overrode his shyness. He flexed his arms in a body builder pose and growled menacingly.

"Very cute," Kimberly said lowering her phone. "Are you hungry?"

Andy took a moment to gauge his hunger level. For the first time since his depression, he wasn't hungry. "I'm not," he said, surprised at himself.

"Good. That means I can give you your surprise now."

She put him on a corner of the bed and left the room for a few minutes. Then she came back in and rummaged through the closet. "Close your eyes. No peeking," she said. Andy covered his eyes. He heard the ruffle of fabric sliding over skin and hitting the floor. She was changing clothes. Then a heavy creak as her body joined his on the bed. The bending mattress rocked him like a rowboat in 10-foot seas, throwing off his equilibrium.

"Okay, Andy, open your eyes."

He uncovered his eyes. Kimberly's pretty face was in front of him, her cheek resting on the comforter, her plump, painted lips pursed in a catty smile.

"What's the surprise?" he asked.

"This." She scooped him up in her hands and turned onto her back, holding him above her body. More of her came into view as he gained altitude, lying on his belly looking through a gap between her tree trunk-sized fingers.

After her face, the first thing he saw was her graceful neck. It seemed impossible that her neck could support such a huge weight as her head. Locks of her bouncy, chestnut-colored hair tumbled to the bed and over her strong, broad shoulders, which went way out to the sides and made her head look normal by comparison. He recognized the cut-off blouse she was wearing as belonging to her Twin Peaks uniform.

Her opulent breasts started high on her athletic frame, and very far apart. Lower down, their preposterous girth brought them together in a tectonic collision of pale, pillowy flesh. Her abundance burst from the red-checkered top in the only direction it could, out from her chest. Below the bowed neckline, her round orbs swelled towards his tiny form like a pair of hot-air balloons. They were 4 storeys tall, doing justice to the name of the restaurant where he had first seen them in their glory.

Her flat belly followed. Her long, lean body went on forever. Years of varsity volleyball and soccer had toned her core and all but eliminated her baby fat. Her belly button winked as her abs flexed. Her skintight khaki shorts hugged her fertile, womanly hips and tanned thighs. Her crotch curved under her pelvis into dark shadow, forbidding access.

And finally her unblemished gams, bronze obelisks, so smooth and strong, prettier than the collonades of St. Peter's Square. They ran down, down, down, over half a football field in length. White tube socks came up to her calves, covering her elegant feet.

Andy gaped at the beautiful giant girl, synapses misfiring in his brain. He couldn't remember the shy girl she used to be just 2 months ago. Had he still been 6 feet, 1 inch tall, Kimberly would have appeared 342 feet long, a felled skyscraper of eroticism. There was so much of her, everywhere he looked. It was impossible to take all of her in at once, and yet it was impossible to look away. She was a goddess.

She inclined her head to see him over her epic décolletage. "I never got rid of my Twin Peaks uniform. What do you think?"

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Andy said truthfully.

She chuckled, confidence in her charms off the charts. Of course he was in heaven. She was so hot, and he was so, so tiny. She could feel his worshipful gaze, full of awe and fear. She understood Brooke's fascination. Kimberly could do anything she wanted with her boyfriend, and he would go along with it. He was her willing captive, addicted to her largesse and his own desire for her. She had him wrapped around her finger, literally and figuratively. The power was as close to absolute as you could get, and it was intoxicating.

She set him down on the bed next to her crotch and turned onto her side. Her socked foot impacted the bed, far from Andy but close enough to make him jump. She extended her arms, raising off the bed and stretching her smooth abdomen out. He backed away, sensing the potential energy of her enormous body hanging above him. She extended her long, willowy left arm over her head, running her hand through the mass of her wavy hair, and gyrated her hips in a sensual dance.

She whispered, "It won't be long before you start growing, little man. You're as small as you're ever going to get. We won't have another day like today. Whatever you want to do, we should do it."

It took him a second to register that she was talking to him. "What?"

"I said whatever you want to do, we should do it. Our time is short."

"I… I'm drawing a blank, Kim. We've done everything."

She thrust her huge crotch towards him. "Not everything, Andy."

He steeled himself. "We agreed we would save that for later."

How easily he fell for her misdirection. "I didn't mean that." She twisted around until it was just her face in front of him again. Her minivan-sized tongue wet her red, juicy lips. "I meant my mouth."

Andy blanched, his sphincter clinching with fear. "What about your mouth?"

She smiled broadly, her white teeth sparkling. Her bright blue eyes stared him down like he was her next meal.

"I want to experience you in my mouth, Andy. All of you."