11/10/20XX

When I woke this morning I noticed I had shrunk still further. The difference didn’t seem too great from the day before, maybe only a couple inches, but at this size every inch counts. Of course I had no clothes that actually fit me. I ended up wearing an old T-shirt, which came down to my knees, and just hopped no one asked about underwear. When I left my room my door handle was level with my narrow shoulders and I had to reach up slightly to turn it. My tiny fist barely covered its surface.

 Just like the day before, Jenna was the first one to greet me that morning. She did so by sneaking up behind me as I struggled with the spoon drawer and placed her hands over my eyes. 

“Guess how tall I am!” She said, her voice bubbly with glee. I was still waking up and not really in the mood.

“You’re the 50 foot woman now, how amazing.” I sighed, and gave up with my current task to turn and face her. She may as well have been 50 feet tall from my perspective. Standing barefoot I was eye to eye with her bellybutton. 

“Nope! I’m 5 foot 8! The same as you used to be!” Jenna said cheerily, my sarcasm apparently lost on her. 4 inches in one day was a lot. Even Max only grew one inch on her first day. Hopefully Jenna wouldn’t have the wherewithal to try and go the whole month.

“And let me guess your dick is bigger than mine now too right?” I asked the question so casually, as it had become so casual between me and Max. But it caught Jenna off guard. 

“I-I mean. Maybe...I don’t know. I-uh, I haven’t really….looked at it yet….and I don’t know how big yours is in the first place, sooooo…..” she trailed off, clearly uncomfortable. 

“Ah, well. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to say.” We stood in awkward silence for a few moments before I spoke again. “Could I get some help? I can’t even open this damn drawer from down here.” Jenna perked up immediately, happy to be of some use. She went about getting the spoon, bowl, cereal and milk. She then assembled the final product, placed it on the table, pulled out the chair and then faced me with her arms held out. I was unsure what this gesture meant but soon learned as once I was close enough she grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me on to the chair like a toddler.
“You sure you don’t need a booster seat, little guy?” She teased. I made a mocking face followed by a reassuring smile. 

“No thanks, mom.” I retorted and began eating. My legs swung happily, several inches above the floor. When I was done I awkwardly slid off the chair and took my  bowl to the sink. I was able to place the bowl in the sink but found I was unable to reach the handle. Jenna was right behind me and I watched as her longer arms reached over my head to turn the tap. She then gently hip checked me out of the way so she could wash my dish. She winked down at me as she finished and then asked, 

“Wanna watch something? I got a few hours before my first class meeting.” I nodded and followed her to the living room. She took the good chair and began flipping through movies. I was about halfway through clambering onto the couch when I felt myself being lifted from the waist. Rather than placing me on the couch, Jenna carried me over to the recliner. When she sat she placed me on her lap and draped one of her arms over my legs, firmly so I couldn't slide off. 

“Uh, Jenna?” I spoke with uncertainty in my voice. 

“What? It’s the best seat in the house.” She stated matter of factly. Then she put the chair into a full recline and I found myself laying across her chest. I could feel her breasts around my neck as she placed her chin on the top of my head. Clearly they had grown as well. I decided not to press the issue. You know the saying, “don’t try to argue with someone twice your size and weight.” 

We spent the next few hours watching nonsense. Jenna was unusually affectionate the whole time. Running her hands through my hair, hugging me to her chest and whispering comments into my ear. Eventually she had to leave to attend class and I was left alone. Our parents, unable to work from home, spent most of the day at work and wouldn’t be home until 8 or 9PM. 

I meandered around the house, wasting time until I was to go over to Max’s. I pondered the idea of heading over early and surprising her. But when I considered she might be working I decided against it. All was quiet. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard the doorbell ring. Who uses the doorbell anymore? Jenna shouted from her room,

“Trevor! Could you get that I’m almost done!” I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. I struggled to pull open the heavy wooden mass but halfway through it suddenly swung open, knocking me over. 

“Well helloooo, my little nugget~!” A familiar voice sung from above the door frame. I looked up to see Carly’s massive body bend through the opening and enter the house. She was wearing a pair of red heels and not much else. Her massive cock swung, inches from my stunned face as she bent at the knees to get on my level. “You look even more delicious than the last time I saw you, huh?” She licked her lips, almost menacingly. I slowly rose to my feet. I was shaking. Carly had been aggressive the last time I saw her only now Max wasn’t around to keep her in check.

“H-hi Carly. What are you doing here?” I tried to sound confident but the warble in my voice betrayed my anxiety. 

“Mmmmmmmm, I’m here for a snack!” Carly stated, popping her lips. The thick scent of alcohol rolled from her open mouth, nearly causing me to choke. Even crouched as she was, she still had several inches on me. Before I could respond she stood to her full height and I found myself level with her hips. “Come here, cutie!” In one deft movement she swept me off my feet, slung me over her shoulder and began carrying up the stairs. I knew what she had in mind. I tried to fight it. But as I beat my tiny fists on her muscled back she just laughed. “Keep it up manlet, I could use a massage.” I struggled harder as we neared the top of the stairs, tears welling in my eyes. As She turned towards the only open door, my room, I saw Jenna step out of hers. As we made eye contact I tried to yell for her to call the police or our parents or anyone! But just at that moment Carly ducked into my room and slammed the door shut. 

She tossed me unceremoniously on the bed then set about locking the door by pushing the little button on the handle with her kneecap. 

“Wouldn’t want to be distured now would we?” She growled lowly. I hoped and prayed that I’d hear Jenna banging on the door, though it wouldn’t have done any good. Carly was just as unstoppable to her as she was to me.

“You--you can’t do this. I’ll call the police, I’ll….” my voice was weak and stammering. 

“Oh please, the police can’t do jack shit to me. They once tried to arrest me for property damage and they couldn’t even fit me in their dinky toy car. No one’s got the balls to challenge girls my size.” Carly spat back at me, “Heh, except for me!” She cupped one her massive testicles in a hand, it was smaller than Max’s but still easily larger than my head. “Now I’m gonna tell you how this will go down. You’re gonna bend over, and I’m gonna see how far up that cute ass of yours I can penetrate before you start bleeding. If you’re lucky, I’ll come nice and quick and you might recover in six months!” She cackled the last few words, like some kind of deranged, amazon witch. 

I scrambled under my bed as one last defence. But it only seemed to make her hornier. 

“Mmmmh, I love it when they run! Come here runt!” Carly crossed the distance from the door to my bed in one stride and with one arm slammed the entire frame, mattress and all, against the wall. With the other hand she pulled me out by the legs and set about rolling me over. At this point I’d lost all ability to speak. The fight or flight response in my brain had turned my whole body into a limp noodle. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing anyone could do. If only…..

Before I could finish my last thought in the face of oblivion a thundering *CRASH* froze both Carly and myself. Carly let go of my legs and I heard her stand up behind me. 

“OW! What the hell….oh it’s you. Come to rescue your little prince?” I looked over my shoulder to see my door frame empty, with what appeared to be splinters of my door spread across the room. A few had even lodged themselves in Carly’s broad back. My heart rose to my throat as I saw Max, in all her stupendous, beautiful, titanic glory, step through my shattered door frame. She tried to stand to her full height in my room but her head bumped the ceiling, forcing her to keep it cocked to one side. Her face was flushed and sweaty and her expression was, well let’s just say I hope I never have to see such anger again. 

“Well you’ve certainly grown since we last hung out, but don’t think that scares me.” Carly was circling the room like a lioness stalking its prey. I couldn’t see her face but I could imagine her expression. One of twisted lust and aggression. “Listen up, Bitch. He may be your boyfriend but if you’re not gonna fuck him, then I might as well. So why don’t you take your 1990’s scene kid ass and get the hell out of here.” My heart raced. I had hoped that since Max showed up and was clearly larger than Carly that she’d back down. But she didn’t have any such intention. Max, apparently too angry to speak took one step towards Carly, her fists clenched. 

“Fine. You’re funeral.” Carly hissed. 

She leaned back and then lunged forward, her fist hurtling towards Max with incredible power. I flinched. When I opened my eyes Max was still standing, Carly’s fist wedged into her left check. With lightning fast movement she grabbed Carly’s wrist. Carly tried to yank her hand free but found it stuck, as if in hardened concrete. She tugged harder, with no luck. Slowly Max lowered the fist, then suddenly pulled Carly forwards. She grabbed her other arm and pinned both to Carly’s sides. Carly struggled but had about as much luck against Max as I did against her. 

“Let me go bitch! I’ll fucking kill you! LET. ME. GO!” She was shouting now, her huge voice sending vibrations through the whole building. Max's stormy face twisted into a smile.

“If you say so.” she growled, then with inhuman speed, she threw Carly. I could barely keep up as her body shot across my room and went flying through the far wall and out the side of the house. She flew the 50 feet between our house and the neighbor’s and slammed into the outer wall. The whole structure shook on its foundations as the dust settled.

I was still curled up into a ball, in total shock, as Max ran over to me. She hovered over my shivering body, as if unsure of what to do, before she scooped me into her arms and curled up with me. Her soft, giant body encircled me completely as she gently whispered into my hair.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.” Her voice was steady but I could hear the remnants of fear and anger that still lingered beneath. We stayed like this for what felt like hours, though it could only have been a few minutes as there was gentle knocking on the wall and Jenna walked in. 

“The police are here. The other girl’s gone but they want statements from all of us.” I peered out from within Max’s embrace to see Jenna standing, shakily at the far end of the room. Max uncurled slowly, making sure to keep me close to her beating heart. 

“Thanks Jenna. Really. If you hadn't called me I don’t….I don’t even want to think about that.” 

“Of course, is Trevor okay?” Jenna took a step forward, unsure of what to do with her hands as she reached out. She settled on taking on my hands on her own. I was still unable to speak but I smiled meekly as she held my hand to her chest. 

The rest of that day was a blur. I eventually regained the power of speech and gave statements to at least 4 different officers only to have them tell me they’d “keep an eye out” before leaving. Max explained the whole thing to my parents and promised to pay for the damages to our house as well as our neighbor’s. When the issue of Carly returning came up, Max was already prepared with a solution.  

I’m buying a new house. It’s in a special development for girls like me, so it’ll be all ‘me sized’. My parents and brother aren’t moving with me and I was planning on asking Trevor if he’d like to move in with me anyway. If that’s okay with you?” She smiled reassuringly down at me. My father, as always, had objections. 

“Wouldn’t that just put him at greater risk? I don’t mean any offence but I’m not sure I want my son around more girls like you.” 

“He can make his own decisions dad!” My sister exclaimed. She stood forward to look down at my 5’7” father. “And besides, I’ll probably have to move there soon too so it’s not like he’d be alone.” My father seemed to shrink before his taller daughter.

“W-well if you say so….” 

“And besides,” Max added. “I’ll be with him 24/7. I can model in the basement and I’ll be making more than enough to cover his wants and needs. We can move first thing in the morning!” It dawned on me how little I had participated in this decision. While Max had asked for my approval it had still been treated like a forgone conclusion. Not that I would have disagreed but it, along with the events of today, made me realize how much different life is when you’re under 4 feet tall.            

     I gave Max’s hand a light squeeze, we hadn’t parted hands since she rescued me. I was worried I just wasn’t strong enough for her to feel, until she looked down and me. Her face was warm and comforting. I knew right then that wherever I called home. Max would not be far behind. 

Max’s Stats.

Height: 8’0”+

Weight: ?? Lbs

Penis Size: ?? flaccid, ??” erect.

Testicle Size: ??