Big Little sister Redux: Eclipse revisited

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Big Little sister Redux: Eclipse revisitedI hadn’t expected Becky to be here, but that really looked like her walking right up ahead of meat the carnival. “Hey k**do!” I said as I tapped her on the back. She spun around to face me.”Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were my girlfriend…””Hi, Mike! How are you?” I blinked in confusion. “Don’t you recognize me?” The girl was smiling,a big grin on her face, looking right into my eyes. She really looked familiar, so much like Becky,but…it couldn’t be…”Laurie? Is that you?””Mmmmhmmm…Why? Have I changed much?” Laurie grinned, stepping back and putting herhands on her hips, inviting me to look her over. She sure had changed! In a few short months, she had grown into a very pretty girl – almost the same size as her older sister. It was reallymind boggling to see cute little c***dish Laurie suddenly so grown up, especially when she wasso giggly and immature before. I guess Laurie could see from my expression that I was reallysurprised. She giggled and offered an explanation. “Yeah, I’ve been on these special…hormoneinjections. I’ve been taking ’em for the last few months and they’re really working!””Boy, I’ll say. You look great, Laurie.” It really was incredible, the things modern science can dothese days. I should know, with all the medical stuff I’d been going through myself lately. Butmore on that later. Anyway, she and I ended up walking around together for a while, but soon Ihad to leave. Laurie asked if I could give her a ride home, and we found ourselves sitting alone1together in the front seat of my car. Laurie had been constantly smiling at me the whole timesince we had met, a big grin on her face and this kind of goofy look in her eyes. I guess she stillhad a little crush on me.”Mike, do you think I’m pretty?” Laurie’s high lilting voice had a teasing tone to it.”Sure Laurie. You’re very pretty for a girl. Why, don’t you have a boyfriend at school?” Shedidn’t seem to acknowledge my question.A minute’s pause, then, “Mike, do you think I’m… sexy?” Hmmm… we were treading ondangerous ground here. This was the sister of my girlfriend, and a k**, to boot.”Well, Laurie, I think you’re a little young for me to answer that…””But, do you think Becky’s sexy?””Well, umm… yeah, sure. Becky’s my girlfriend. She’s also older than you are.” I didn’t likewhere this was going and wanted to try to cut it off before it got out of hand.”Well, I’m wearing Becky’s dress and it fits me just right. So, if you think Becky’s sexy, then youmust think I’m sexy, too, right?””Now Laurie, that’s enough of that…”But, as I tried to concentrate on driving, Laurie sat up on her knees and leaned in close,whispering into my ear and giggling. “And I’m wearing Becky’s bra…it fits me just right, too!””Okay, Laurie, enough already.” That whisper in my ear actually got me aroused, to my chagrin.Luckily, we were just arriving at her house, so I pulled the car over and turned to give Lauriewhat I hoped was an appropriately stern look. “Now, look, Laurie…You’re just a f******n yearold girl…””Fifteen!” corrected Laurie, giggling, her big smiling eyes locked on mine.”OK, anyway, you’re much too young to be acting like this with me. Now you are a very nice,pretty, young girl and you should be with a boy your own age.”Laurie pouted, her big wide eyes showing her frustration. “But why can’t we – “I jumped out of the car, raced around to Laurie’s side and yanked open the door for her. “That’senough, Laurie. Now if you don’t mind I have to get going…” Laurie giggled and hopped out,standing next to me, still looking up at me with those big, love sick eyes.”Thanks, Mike,” She said breathlessly, “I know you’re doing this to be nice..” She stood beforeme on her tiptoes and closed her eyes, puckering her lips, I guess hoping for a kiss good-bye. I2gave her a little peck on her forehead, and she frowned in disappointment.”Goodbye, Laurie. You’re a great girl. Take my advice and get a boyfriend your own age.” Iremember long after I drove off I could still see her in the rear view mirror standing on thesidewalk watching after me and waving good-bye.Well, anyway, back to what I had mentioned earlier. Last year in college I had somehowcontracted this rare African virus that had popped up first in the states several years ago. Mydoctor wasn’t real clear about it, but it basically would kill me – or, I guess, put me in a c*** -unless I started receiving frequent vaccinations of another form of the weakened virus. I guessthey try to build your immune system up to a point where your body neutralizes the virus. Idon’t know, I’m not really the science type. This would all be fine and good, I guess – I felt fine -but the vaccine, over time, makes you smaller. Barely noticeable at first, but the longer it takesyour body to build up the antibodies, the smaller you get. Though it was pretty rare, I had seensome news clips of some guys around the country who shrank to, like, less than a foot. Freakyto watch. Most patients, my doctor says, get better far before that. I just hoped I’d get betterquickly. So, I went to school again in the fall, trying to act like everything was normal, more orless at my own size. But, I had begun to notice a change throughout the semester. By the time Ihad shrunk from my normal height of six feet to five-foot nine, I thought it a good idea to returnhome and not return for the following semester.So, it was around Christmas, a Saturday night and Becky and I were planning to go out to dinnerand the movies. I arrived at her house a little early, and knocked at the door. I was a littlesurprised to see an unfamiliar young woman open the door, and I greeted her nervously. Maybeit was one of Becky’s friends from high school? Did Becky hang out with such hotties? “Oh, hi,I’m here to see Becky…” The girl giggled coquettishly, holding her hand over her mouth andsmiled brightly. There was an awkward silence, so I continued. “My name’s Mike. I’m a friend ofhers…” just then the seed of recognition popped into my head…She started laughing, and then spoke, “Mike! Now don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about meagain?” My mouth dropped open. It couldn’t be. “Duh! It’s me, Laurie! I guess I must’ve grownsome more since I saw you!” She had a flirty smile and was leaning languorously against thedoor frame. My God, did she grow. Little Laurie had somehow been transformed intothis…this…What had happened to the cute little girl I knew? Standing in the doorway was a sexyyoung woman, full breasts straining against a fuzzy pink sweater, graceful curves of her hips andlong, coltish legs poured into a skin tight pair of white pants. And staring at me was no longer acute little pixie face, but the face of a mature young woman, her high cheekbones and full lipsgiving her an air of sophistication. I guess I was sort of in a state of shock, because I didn’t saymuch before she laughed and invited me inside. As she walked ahead of me I found it hard notto get distracted by her rolling hips. “Becky’s still getting ready. Why don’t you come in to theliving room and wait a while?” My heart was still beating fast and I was taking deep breaths totry to calm down. Suddenly Laurie stopped and turned towards me. I had been walking right3behind her and had almost bumped into her, so we ended up standing almost toe to toe witheach other, her face inches from mine. As she smiled and looked into my eyes I noticed she hadgrown taller, too – by now she must’ve been five foot six or so. “Know where we are now?” sheasked, giggling.”Uh, what do you mean? In your house?””No, silly!” She smiled and signaled with her eyes above our heads, where a green sprig ofleaves was hanging. “We’re under the mistletoe!” My objections were suddenly cut off as Laurieleaned in and planted a kiss full on my lips, pressing her body to mine. At first I was too shockedto react, but I quickly came to my senses and started to try to push her away. It was a bit of astruggle – but I succeeded in fending her off and stood holding her at arms’ length.”Laurie! What’s come over you?” But whatever I said didn’t seem to register as she just stoodthere smiling directly into my eyes, a grin on her face. Yikes. She was hot, and I wasn’t a guywho usually got a lot of attention from girls, but I didn’t need this. Becky would be pissed – atme, at her, just pissed.Becky was coming down the stairs, ready for our date. I must have seemed a little breathless asI greeted her, but if she noticed she didn’t say anything. Laurie for her part was smooth – sheacted like nothing had happened, smiling and wishing us both a nice evening. It wasn’t untilafter we had driven away that my thumping heart started to return to normal. I even got up thenerve to steer Becky into conversation about her little sister, though she didn’t seem too keenon talking about her. Maybe a little jealous of Laurie’s blooming figure. No real boyfriend, Beckysaid, because her doctors were concerned that her hormonal condition may be transmissible.”Yeah, but she’s a little flirt. But she knows she can’t do anything with these guys. She’s justturning into a major tease.” And how, I thought. If I had had a girl that looked like that to lustafter in high school…well, I wouldn’t have gotten much homework done.After the movie Becky and I had our usual heavy petting session in the car. No sex – not that weever had, because my doctor assured me that intercourse was the way this virus thing wastransmitted between men and women. But, Becky was usually up for other activities. Goodthing for me – because another effect of this virus was an increased libido. And I still had Laurieon my brain. And so, as we made out, I couldn’t help but compare Becky to her voluptuous littlesister. I had to confess that, well, Becky’s breasts seemed a bit on the small side, and her hairdidn’t tumble and flow like Laurie’s as we had walked through the house. While I kissed Becky,all I could think about were Laurie’s big, bright eyes sparkling with that confidence that camewith those hips, those legs, that beautiful body of hers. And, as Becky’s hand went to mymember, stroking it, I saw her little sister’s smile, imagined my hands on her thin waist, cuppingher full, soft breasts. I came with visions of Laurie’s radiant face gazing into mine. Did I feelguilty, thinking about my girlfriend’s sister as she beat me off? Well, yeah, I did. And, hey,Becky’s my girl. I was determined to put the little incident with Laurie behind me. Within a few4days I had pretty much forgotten about it.At home, my shrinking began to accelerate. A lot. My mom was cool, taking good care of mebut not making me feel like a helpless freak. By the beginning of the summer, I had shrank tothree feet tall, and was able to do less and less by myself, but we had set my room up to giveme a good deal of independence. She was also a decent seamstress, so she was able to puttogether some makeshift clothes for me so I didn’t have to buy k**’s stuff.While loathing to be in public in this state, I finally began to get antsy and one day had my momdrop me off at the Mall to get something to read. It was really strange walking around as a littleguy with all these giants towering over me. I pretty much kept my head down and headed forthe bookstore – I sure didn’t want to see anyone who recognized me. While looking through themagazines, the most beautiful pair of legs appeared next to me. Impossibly long, shapely andlovely, and those feet! Wrapped in beautiful sandals with big high heels. My head was below hipheight – so without looking up I could only see her from her legs down. As I stole a quick look upat the rest of her my heart caught in my throat…Laurie! My god! Look at the body on her! Iimmediately hid my head, hoping she wouldn’t notice me in this diminished state; I would bemortified.My heart was pounding like mad, I was shaking all over as I continued to sneak sideways glancesat those shapely legs. I knew I should slip away before she saw me, but I was paralyzed by thesight of her. So I just stood there frozen, hardly able to breathe, consumed by my raging libidoand waiting helplessly until she decided to move on.Unable to stand it any more, I was just turning to put my magazine away and ignominiouslyslink to the back of the store when I heard a familiar voice from above. “Mike is that you?Ohmigod! It can’t be… ” Jeeeez. “Mike! It IS you! Wow!” The girl had to bend over almostdouble to look down at me. I looked sheepishly up at the huge smiling face towering over me.”Oh…hi Laurie..” Laurie, grinning from ear to ear, crouched down to bring her face close tomine. Even so, she was still taller than me – I had to tilt my neck to look at her.”Wow, Mike! Just look at you! I mean, Becky told me all about what’s happened, but – wow! Ijust can’t get over how you look!” She unabashedly looked me up and down several times.”Er, um… yeah. (cough) It’s really something, huh?” I was never so embarrassed in my life. Of allpeople to run into, why did it have to be her?”What magazine are you reading? Maxim, huh? For the articles…right?” she teased. I tried toavoid her gaze, looking down at the floor. “Uhh..it was the only one I could reach, besides thek**’s magazines…””Oh, okayyy…” Laurie, wearing a tight, short dress, was still grinning and looking down at me5with that huge lovely face and those big eyes. I think she could tell I was really embarrassed.”Hey, Mike, it’s okay! Don’t be shy… It’s just me! Besides…” she reached her big hand out totouch my face. “I think you look really cute!”I needed to get out of there – fast. “Er, thanks, Laurie, but, look, I really have to get going. Ineed to catch the bus so I can get back home…””Hey, wait! Don’t go running away! Can’t we walk around together? I’m all by myself.””Er, Laurie, I’d love to, but, um… like I said the bus will be leaving soon. I-it’s the last one today,so I can’t afford to miss it. I can’t drive a-anymore ’cause, well, you know…”Laurie frowned, her face scrunching up as her eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, she broke out intoa big smile. “Hey! I can give you a ride home – I’ve got my car here!””Um, n-no, thanks, Laurie. I don’t want you to go through so much trouble for me. I’ll be OK.””No! It’s no trouble at all. In fact, it’s perfect – I only have my learner’s permit so I need a driverto sit with me.””Yeah, but still, I…””Pleeease, Mike? It’d really be a big help. And I’d LOVE to give you a ride! Becky should behome, you can visit her.””Well…””Great! Thanks Mike! This’ll be such fun! Did you ever think I’d be driving you around?” I reallydon’t know how I let myself get talked into these things. I felt I was in a daze as I found myselftrailing after Laurie through the Mall, her beautiful long legs and sexy rear leading me out to hercar. I was too little to open the door to her SUV, so she opened it for me, waiting patiently whileI laboriously climbed up into the front seat. I was pretty quiet the whole way back as she gailyprattled on, talking non-stop about her friends at school, or whatever. The whole time I wasdesperately wrestling to suppress my thoughts and keep my gaze straight ahead. Nonetheless, Icouldn’t keep myself from stealing sidelong glances of her curvy profile.Though Laurie had said Becky was back at her house, when we got there nobody was around. Ireally wanted to get back home, but Laurie convinced me to wait around at her place for Becky.She called Becky’s cell phone, leaving a message that we were here.”Want to hear the new CD’s I bought?””Um, sure, Laurie.” Who knows how long we had to wait? It was a lot better than the two of usjust sitting there in awkward silence.6″Great! C’mon up to my room – we can hear it on my stereo.” Laurie turned and startedbounding up the stairs.”Uhh, Couldn’t we listen to it down here?”Laurie turned and grinned down at me. “Are you k**ding. My Dad’s stereo is ancient. C’mon up.”She could see from my expression I still needed convincing. “Don’t worry, Mike. There’s nothingto be afraid of, I don’t bite!”As I slowly clambered up the big steps one by one after the towering teen, I started to get thisfeeling that I was sliding down a slippery slope, that events were somehow overtaking me and Iwas just a pawn in the grip of fate. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, going alone into this girl’sbedroom, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was a bit out of breath when I finally reached the top ofthe stairs, with Laurie waiting for me. She showed me into her room and, I noticed, closed thedoor after herself. She kneeled down on the floor, putting a CD in the stereo, the big heartshapedmound of her firm rear beckoning. The sight took what little breath I had left away andmade me even more dizzy.She spun around to face me as she stood up and grinned “Wanna see what else I got at theMall?””Umm.. sure. What is it?””It’s a surprise. I think you’ll really like it!” Laurie bounced in a single motion to her bed whereher purchases lay. “Just wait right here and I’ll be back out in just a second.” She reached intoher shopping bag and took out a small package, then disappeared into her bathroom, closingthe door behind her.Somehow I wasn’t getting a good feeling about this. What if Becky returned and found ustogether, as innocent as it was? I had a brief panic attack and decided to try to escape while Istill could. Like walking though molasses, I made my way towards the bedroom door. Suddenlythe bathroom door opened, “Well, what do you think?”My throat went dry and my breathing stopped. I can’t recall – I may have cried out, or issued apitiful squeak, but I was completely riveted by the vision before me. Laurie was standing in thedoorway wearing a bikini, a bright yellow number that barely covered her astounding charms.The skimpy suit left nothing to the imagination – her long legs, sexy hips, wasp waist, flatstomach, and full breasts were looming before me, topped off by her beautiful face with thatsame grin, and those same big eyes smiling down right at me.”Well, Mike? Aren’t you gonna say something?”I think I cleared my throat two or three times before I was able to croak out a response.7″Umm… g-gosh, Laurie. (cough) T-that’s quite a b-bathing suit.””Yeah,” she giggled, as she looked in the mirror with a proud smile, “Cool, huh?” She turnedaround, giving me first a magnificent profile view of her big breasts, then a gut wrenchingdisplay of her round rear end. As she stood with her lovely backside towards me, she tugged atthe little string holding the bikini bottom, “God, I have such a bubble butt. It feels a little tight.Do you think it fits me okay?”This couldn’t go on – I had to do something before I lost it completely. With a supreme effort, Itried to banish any thoughts of my sexual fantasies and struggled to get back to sobriety. Takinga deep breath, I attempted to make my small voice sound as deep and adult as possible. “Nowlook, Laurie. You’re a very pretty young girl, but I just don’t think that bathing suit is appropriatefor you. It’s just too revealing! Now Laurie, you’re only fiftee…””I’m sixteen now.” Laurie corrected.”Okay, sixteen. Anyhow, that’s still too young! Now, you look very nice, but – and I think yourmom and dad would agree with me – you’re just not old enough to wear something like that.””Something like what? Something that shows off my body?” Laurie pouted coyly and batted herbig eyelashes at me. “Don’t you like it? Don’t I look nice in it?””Y-you look great, Laurie. It’s just – well, you’re a very nice girl and I think you should wait untilyou’re older before you wear this kind of thing…”Laurie burst into a huge grin and dropped to her knees, her big face looming before me.”Oh, Mike! You’re so sweet! You always say the nicest things! I just love it how you’re alwayslooking out for me!” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead, treating me to anincredible view of her cleavage, her breasts barely contained by her bikini top. She jumped backto her feet and wiggled off back into the bathroom, leaving me to practice my deep breathing inan effort to calm my heart. As the door closed behind her I felt like I had survived some kind oftrial by fire. After a minute the bathroom door cracked open, and Laurie’s pretty face peekedout. “Mike? Could you help me with something?”Uh oh. “Umm.. sure, I guess, Laurie. W-what is it?””It’s this top. It seems kinda stuck. I can’t get it off. Could you help me untie it?” Still clad in herbikini, Laurie came out and sat down on her bed, turning her back to me and looking down atthe strap behind her. “I think it’s all knotted up. Can you come up here and see if you can get itundone?”Once again feeling myself caught helplessly in the grip of some nefarious fate, I struggled toclimb up onto the bed next to her. Even sitting on the bed with her sitting next to me, she still8was a good couple heads taller than me. Her lovely back was completely bare save for the thinstrap. I struggled to keep from trembling again as I gingerly approached her, and reached outwith my small hands to try to unravel the knot. It really was stuck, horribly so, as if she haddone it on purpose. As I worked on the difficult task I had to lean in close to her huge warmbare back, her long, graceful neck.As I stood close to her, wrestling with the bikini top, my erotic fantasies again started to bubbleto the surface. I found myself sweating, my breathing shallow as I feverishly worked so close toher. To my horror, I found I had developed a raging erection which was now straining at mypants. I prayed Laurie wouldn’t look back at me, and desperately fought to keep from gettingfurther aroused.”Mike? Can I ask you a question?””Umm… sure.” My voice squeaked as I spoke.”Do you ever have, like, fantasies?””Uh.. (cough) Ummm.. what?””Well, now that you’re so small. Do you imagine being with girls? And having them be…biggerthan you? Like, what would happen. I know you see my sister every once in a while, but I knowyou two don’t mess around too much anymore – and she’s kinda small and scrawny to beginwith. Do you ever think about really big girls?””G-gosh, Laurie. (cough, cough) W-what makes you ask that?”She turned around to look at me and I moved quickly to hide my hard on. “Well, sometimeswhen I see something on TV with, like a big girl and a little guy, and I think about how Becky saidyou’ve been shrinking, I think about you.” Was she serious? Or was she saying this just to seemy reaction? I tried to keep my composure.”(cough) Y-you d-don’t say.””Yeah, like the other night I was watching I Dream of Jeannie – y’know the reruns they show atnight – and Jeannie took Major Nelson and shrank him down to doll size. Did you ever see thatone?””Ummm.. I d-don’t kn-“”Well, anyway after I saw that show, I kept day dreaming about what it would be like to beJeannie, and to, like, have a guy that was little. What you could do with him.” She turned andlooked at me, raising her eyebrows questioningly. “You don’t mind me talking about this, doyou?”9″N-no, Laurie. It’s o-okay..” God I was so turned on.”So, what does stuff like that make you think about?” She was curious, and obviously figuringout she was pushing my buttons.I took a deep breath, then (against my better judgment) decided to plunge ahead. “Look, Laurie.I do. I mean…I have thought about being with girls. And me being so small…”Laurie looked deeper into me, her beautiful face lighting up in a smile. “Really?? Oh, Mike, tellme about it!””Er, (cough) well…” I really wasn’t sure how far I wanted to head in this direction…”C’mon, Mike, Pleeease!” She was now turned completely around towards me, her hugebreasts hovering just below my face.”Well, all right. I guess I’ve had…f-fantasies, too. Like, I’m a l-little guy with a big w-woman. Er,like, a giantess, I mean.” I had lost all sense of reason, being so very aroused.”But, she wouldn’t be a giantess. It’s just you that’s really small. She could be normal size,right?” Almost imperceptibly, she inched closer to me. I took in a waft of sweet perfume fromher deep cleavage.”Uhhh…yeah, I g-guess..””She could be just a normal sized girl. But she’d look really big to you, wouldn’t she?” she said asshe pushed back her shoulders, presenting a mind-numbing view of her breasts. I couldn’tbelieve what was happening.”y-y-yeah..””Kind of like how I look right now, hmm? Really…big.”I was speechless. She drew up taller and moved in towards me, brushing my cheek with herfinger, putting her hand behind my neck. My breath became quick, shallow as I now lookedstraight into her big, firm breasts. Would she do it, would she actually try? The moment wassilent, a pin could drop. A palpable energy filled the air between us – that of a girl slowlyrealizing the power of her developing body.And then I felt it, the slow, gentle pressure of her hand urging me to her. At the same time, shebegan to lean in towards me. Was I actually this weak? Would I really let this girl, Becky’s littlesister, seduce me so easily? A fleeting wisp of willpower, a single thought of resistance, ebbedinto me but quickly wilted as I watched her young, overly ripe bosom approach.Just as I decided to close my eyes, to give in to my own desire and the temptations of this10beautiful girl, to meet her soft flesh with my upturned face, a quick knock hit the bedroom doorand the knob began to turn.”Hellooo…? Mike? Laur? Are you guys in here?” Becky!We bolted apart in a flash; I leapt to my feet on the floor as Laurie leaned back onto the bed.”Hey guys, what have you been…up…to?” Becky’s voice was friendly but as she took in thesituation – me quick of breath, probably flushed, Laurie dressed as she was with a thin smile onher lips – her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Laurie and I came up with excuses which somehowseemed plausible to me at the time. Listening to music, a quick run up the stairs in myweakened condition, getting ready for the tanning salon. I don’t know how much of it sheactually bought, but any outward signs of suspicion soon evaporated as Becky and Lauriecontinued chatting over my head, leaving me reeling and queasy with guilt. How could I have letmyself get into this situation?Soon, Becky decided it was time to take me home and I waved a quick goodbye to Laurie, oureyes meeting for only a second before I had to turn away. Our car ride back to my mother’shouse was uncomfortable – for me, at least. I think I overcompensated for my nervousness bytalking too much. Becky dropped me off with a quick peck on the cheek; as I had beenshrinking, our relationship had begun to cool physically. She admitted she felt “weird” beingintimate with a guy who was looking more and more like a little boy every day. We still hungout, though less and less often as she became busy with her summer job and preparing for esenyurt escort herfirst year away at college. In the time that we did spend together, she (out of embarrassmentfor her boyfriend’s dwindling stature, I guess) kept me away from her friends, her house, herfamily, and – notably – any chance of running into Laurie.Left, therefore, alone most days at home with no girlfriend around, no social outlets and notransportation (my mother away at work more often than not), I found myself with plenty oftime to play on the computer and, I’m shamed to admit, fantasize about Laurie. Never beforehad I been so close to intimacy with a body like hers. God, those breasts, those hips, those legs,that beautiful face. All of my girlfriends throughout my life had been like Becky – cute,sometimes, but smart and plain rather than Barbie Doll. Laurie, rather, was all long, ripe,luscious curves, tanned and toned. I couldn’t get the thoughts of her out of my brain, and keptreplaying the scene on the bed over and over again in my head.Though I continued to slowly shrink, my obsession grew along with my virus-fueled libido; theseveral photos I had of Becky that included her sister served as fuel for the fire. As did thestories downloaded from the GTS forums, all of which I read over and over with images ofLaurie in mind. Thus my days came and went, jerking off to thoughts of my girlfriend’s sister inbetween trips to the doctor, cordial visits from Becky and games of Scrabble with my mother.Nice life, huh? I wasn’t too proud of myself but didn’t have the willpower to stop.11And then, several weeks after I was last at her house, I got an e-mail from Laurie. My throatcaught upon seeing it in my inbox, and I immediately knew I needed to show caution. Perhaps Ihad been obsessing over Laurie recently, but I couldn’t let her know I’d been thinking about herat all.”Hi, Mike!!” her note began “How R you?? Becky hasn’t mentioned u much so I thought I’d getin touch with u myself. I’ve been at the beach a LOT, hanging out with my friends, etc. etc.Hey!!! I got my license! Woooo! It’s great 2 be able 2 drive myself around! How have u beenfeeling? What have u been up to?” If she only knew; maybe she’s guessed? “How tall are unow? Are u like Major Nelson yet? If u ever get that small let me know – I’ve still gotclothes from my Ken & Barbie set u can have! Hugzzz- Laurie”I delayed my reply a day or so, so as not to appear eager or over-interested. It was friendly andshort, though I admitted – for better or worse – that I was bored and lonely. With that, I gave heran opening, nearly an invitation, for our correspondence continuing. Probably a mistake, but Iwas weak and obsessed and craved contact of any sort from her. I thought I could keep cool andhandle an innocent relationship with her through e-mail, unbeknownst to Becky.Her reply back to me came quickly, and began a series of daily correspondences which became -contrary to my original intentions – increasingly playful and flirty, to my aroused, guilty thrill. Iwas, I think, emboldened by my solitude and disconnect and hinted, I’m sure, at a friendlyinterest in her. Though I’m shamed to admit it, my e-mails to Laurie – now signed “MajorNelson” – became the highpoint of my day.I was not, however, bold enough to suggest a meeting or invite her over to my empty house foran innocent visit. My conscience, I told myself, and respect for Becky, were still to strong. Ormaybe I was just a freaking wimp, too weak to stop thinking about her and too timid to dosomething about it. All I know is that my growing sense of guilt began to make the time Beckyand I spent together less and less comfortable; I no longer looked forward to her visits as I oncehad.Laurie, for her part, kept me enthralled with stories of her mundane, everyday life. I hung onher every inarticulate word describing her teenage comings and goings. Subtly, I like to think, Iencouraged her as she peppered our correspondence with news of her growth spurt (“Five footeight! I’m going to be taller than my dad if this doesn’t stop soon!!”) and new lingerie collection(“I just outgrew my last 32DD. The only new bra I could find in a bigger size at the departmentstore with my mom makes me look like somebody’s grandma!”)Let me give you some excerpts from a few of our conversations. First, my response to her newheight:”That’s okay. If you keep growing you can be a basketball player. Just have to learn how to play.12Or you can star in the movie version of ‘She-Hulk’. But, I dunno how you’d look in green skin. :)”She replied: “Or, hey, I can be in movies for those guys on the internet who are all intogiantesses. I’d have 2 get really big!! Have u seen those websites?”I feigned ignorance, but she persisted.”You should. I think you’d like them , Major Nelson!! They’re all about big girls. And little guys.And what the big girls do to the little guys. Some guys want to be squished. Some want to beeaten. Some want to be cuddled. You can tell me what YOU’D like!! “In reply I lied, telling her sites like that weren’t for me and that “I don’t think I’d want to besquished. I just want to be normal size again.””Oooooh! Poor baby! I’ll make sure I try not to squish you! :)”For me this thread was getting too provocative, so I ended it with a “thanks for the no-squishrule. No eating, either,” and a change of subject, but not before I mentioned – a big mistake, Iknow, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to cuddle!” I hoped that it came across as a joke.Mostly. God, I’m an idiot.I didn’t do too much better in self restraint when she mentioned her new bra: “I’m sure youdon’t look like somebody’s grandma. Grandmas have wrinkles and livers spots everywhere andsmell like Noxema.””Well, maybe no wrinkles, but look at this thing!” Her reply came with an attached file. “I usedmy dad’s digital camera with a timer 2 take this.” The picture was a grainy frontal shot of herseated at her computer with a white, satin, rather industrial looking bra covering her full chest.My god, my jaw dropped. “Let me know if you want more pictures.”Needless to say, I beat off to this picture of this young girl in her big, womanly bra more timesthan I want to admit before I could muster a halfheartedly humorous reply, “Wow! You couldcarry your schoolbooks in that thing!”Her response filled my sick little head with images, “Or maybe I could carry YOU in it!! Wouldyou fit yet??”Once again, this was getting too heated for my weak heart and battered conscience, so Iassured her that I had no intention of trying to fit inside her bra. Her response: ” 🙁 “.I did, however, break down and told her, sure, it would be okay if she wanted to send me morepictures, that I didn’t get to see many friendly human faces these days. What I got were notnecessarily pictures of her face. More fuel for my erotic fantasies, a new attachment every fewdays (“I’d send more but itz kinda hard sneaking the camera out of my Dad’s briefcase. He uses13it at the lab.”) Mostly pictures of her posing – innocently, I admit – in different outfits (“My newsweater from Old Navy.” “My new one-piece. Too ‘Baywatch’??” “My dress from our springformal – boy! I don’t fit in this anymore!!”) Nonetheless, her body looked to be approachingutterly fantastic, the sort of curves men drool over.She asked me, at one point, what I did with the photos. Again, I lied, saying I deleted them alongwith her notes. Truth is, I had started a pretty good sized “Laurie” folder of .jpgs and e-mail. Hernext reply was accompanied by a close-up shot of her smiling, eyes gleaming and bright with ahint of mischief. She was leaning towards the camera, her cleavage flowing from a now far-tootinyyellow bikini top, over and around a hapless Ken doll, trapped between her breasts. “I don’tthink you’ll throw this one away!!”It was, at this point – floored as I was by this last photo – that I decided our correspondence hadgone beyond the point of healthy flirting. Not that any flirting with your girlfriend’s youngersister should be considered healthy. I had to find the resolve to end it. Though it was temptingto play along and further my obsessions, my fantasies, she couldn’t be lead to believe that therewould ever be a real relationship between the two of us. I was in college! Older, more mature.And she was the little sister of my girlfriend. Too young for me. Wasn’t that right? What wouldit look like if someone – friends, my mom, Becky, her family – suspected I had the hots for littleLaurie? That poor little Mikey, so small, left to his own devices, had become infatuated with hisgirlfriend’s overdeveloped little sister. Pathetic, that’s what they’d think. Pathetic little pervert.Didn’t want that, did I?And so I stopped. Stopped replying to her e-mail. Even as I continued to stare at her pictures.Even as I built and nurtured further fantasies of the two of us. Even as she continued to sendme e-mail; try as I might, I was unable to discard them before reading, and became dismayed,alarmed, and absolutely spellbound by the further photos. More shots of her with the Ken doll:held to her bosom lovingly, or covered with kisses, or wrapped in her bra.After nearly two weeks of unanswered mail, she became bold enough to call my house duringthe day when she knew my mother was out at work. Caught off guard, I answered (still just bigenough to manage a normal-size phone) and exchanged pleasantries for a bit. Immediately,however, I was aroused and pulled up a screen shot of her on my monitor to place a face withthe voice. Nervously explaining away my recent inattention to her e-mail as “just being busy”, Ifinally admitted, with sweaty palm and cracking voice, that I didn’t think it was a good idea thatwe speak to one another.Her tone remained bubbly but disappointed. “Oh, why not Mike? I think you’re so cute andfunny. I really like talking to you a lot.” It was at this point that I realized that my hand wasstroking myself through my pants to the sound of her voice. I acquiesced for the moment andsat back, listening to her talk about me, talk about herself, and talk about Becky.14″She tells me about you, y’know. She tells me she doesn’t kiss you anymore, because you’re sosmall. Because you’re getting to be like a little doll.” A short, tense silence as I continued tomasturbate, having lowered my pants.”Uhhh…uh-huh.””That must really be hard, huh? Being so small. Being so small and not having a girlfriend to kissyou anymore.””Unhmm – well, Unh-huh.” Oh god, I hoped she couldn’t hear me.”Would you want me to kiss you? I could kiss you, Mike. I could kiss your little face. I could kissyour little body…I could kiss you all over.” Jesus. Christ.”Unnhhh…Nuh-Nuh-No. No L-Laurie. I d-d-don’t thu-think…” I trailed off weakly.She thought in silence for a moment. “Why, Mike? Are you afraid of me?” Another silentmoment as I neared the point of climax, “Hmmmm?”Oh god. “I-I h-have to g-go..” With that I dropped the receiver and came in a torrent onto mychest and stomach, pumping myself furiously as I looked at the picture of her face.Thereafter, I didn’t receive another e-mail from her, and decided not to answer the phone whilehome alone. One evening two weeks later, however, Becky’s mom called and asked me toattend a little going-away family lunch for Becky. She was leaving for Northwestern early thenext week; the family was taking a road trip to bring her to school. I accepted the invitation, inpart out of duty and friendship for Becky, but also, I think, with nervous anticipation of anexcuse to see Laurie – this time in a controlled environment, a gathering of others.My mother dropped me off at Becky’s around one o’clock, and was leaving straight from thereto the airport for a business trip. The family was finishing packing the minivan for their roadtripto Chicago. Immediately I noticed Laurie’s absence; though certainly for the best in the end, myheart sank a bit silently.So, the four of us had a nice little lunch together in the early afternoon, Becky’s mom and dadpolite enough not to dwell on my size so much. I knew her parents liked me, and seemed tothink we’d end up together once I got over my “health issues”. I tended to be vague on detailsregarding my diagnosis, but I think her father had an idea as to my condition.As we were cleaning up (me doing what I could at my now twelve-inch height), Becky’s mothertook me aside to thank me for coming, to thank me for being a good friend to Becky. “And,honey,” she said, as she was drying the last of the dishes, “we’re headed straight to theinterstate from here. It’s nearly four o’clock and we’re so late already. Laurie said she’d be backfrom her doctor’s appointment by now, so she should be home soon – I just spoke to her on the15cellphone. She’s not coming with us – she practically begged me to stay home this weekend onaccount of cheerleader tryouts. Aren’t those usually after school starts? Anyway, do you mind ifshe drives you home? I know she’d want to see you, she’s always liked you so much.”My heart skipped a beat and began to flutter, my palms sweating. “Uhhh…no, that should beokay.””Good. I’ll tell Becky, though, that our neighbor will give you a ride. I don’t think she trustsLaurie with you in the car. Being a new driver, and all. She’s so thoughtful of you.””Uhhh, sure, whatever.”And, so, after a brief, friendly goodbye between Becky and myself which ended in a quick kiss(more, I think, for her parents’ benefit than mine), they left me on the couch watchingtelevision as they set off for their long weekend trip to Chicago. So I waited, absentmindedlysurfing through channels with the family’s absurd remote (why do they make these things sobig?) trying to prepare myself for Laurie’s arrival. How should I behave? What could I expect outof her? The smartest thing, I figured, was to insist that I needed to get home right away andkeep conversation pleasant and short. What worried – and excited – me was what I would do ifshe had her mind made up for something else. She certainly wasn’t rushing home to see herfamily off, or to keep me from waiting. I think I sat there, my heart thumping, running throughthe possibilities, for nearly an hour before I heard her car pull into the driveway. My throatwent immediately dry as I tried to settle down, to try to look comfortable and relax.”Hellooo?” she announced as she opened the front door, “Anybody home?” I turned around onthe couch but, being so small, I couldn’t see her as I called out in greeting. Between my voicebeing so weak and the volume of the television, I don’t think she heard me. “Mike?” she calledas she walked into the room, “are you in here?” The sound of the TV brought her over.”Hi there,” I said as she rounded the couch. I sat myself into a confident pose – or, asconfident a pose as one could mange at twelve inches tall.”Ooooo!” she squealed as her widening eyes caught sight of me and her hand flew to coverher mouth in surprise. She stifled a giggle and stood erect. “Mike! Look at you!” I tried to keepmyself from ogling her, tried to maintain eye contact, as she bent at the knees into a crouch tolook at me. The sneakers at the end of her long, smooth, golden legs were bright white. A smallpair of faded denim shorts rode tight on the curves of her shapely hips. A loose, white buttondown shirt was tied at her midriff, exposing a sliver of flat, tanned abdomen and a brief hint ofcleavage. Below the shirt she had on, it appeared to quick glance, some type of white tank top.”It’s so nice to see you again!” she chirped, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Did myparents leave?”I answered her casually, describing our pleasant lunch and the plans that she was to drive me16home. She seemed not to acknowledge my last statement and asked me if I’d like anything todrink. Before I could reply, she had stood up and turned away, walking to the kitchen as sheasked “Coke? Iced tea? Apple Juice?”Her hips rolled and swayed as I called after her “…uhhh, water would be fine.” I hadn’t reallybeen eating much recently, and didn’t think I could tolerate much more than water. She,however, made no sign that she had heard me, and began to undo the knot tying her shirt asshe left the room. Crap. What was I in for? She had orchestrated this perfectly, and I didn’t thinkmy best option was putting my foot down and demanding a ride home. And, who was I trying tok**? The thought of having some time with this knockout little sister of my girlfriend wassecretly thrilling.When she returned with two glasses of iced tea, she had completely unbuttoned her shirt,which now hung open and revealed a white lycra tank top molded around the bulges of herchest and reaching nearly to her navel. She set the glasses on the table, took the remote fromwhere it lay beside me, and turned off the television. Looking first down at me, then to theglasses, she gasped and giggled again. “Oooh! I’m sorry! You’ll never be able to drink all that!””Uhh…no,” I replied, “that’s a whole lot of tea.””Here,” she said, as she moved to sit beside me, “let me help.” With one motion she planted herround, firm rear on the cushion next to mine and began to remove her shirt – as if it mightrestrain her from the task at hand. I tried to look straight ahead at the drinks but was intent onher in my peripheral vision. Narrow shoulders back, chest out, she pulled the shirt from her,demonstrating nicely the shape and size of the breasts below her top. She picked up one drinkfrom the table, saying, “Now then, let’s give this a try,” and approached me with the huge glass.”I hope you’re thirsty!” I glanced up quickly at her; she peered down her nose at me over amischievous smile.Back to the drink, I tipped my head back to meet its lip as she tilted it gently toward me. At firstI thought this might work, as I began to gulp the liquid which lapped against my mouth. “Therewe go!” she chirped, “How does that taste?” My stomach turned, and quickly I could take nomore. The tea began to overflow around my face and spill down my chest. “Oh no!” shesquealed, pulling the glass from me as she began to giggle again, “look at this!”I managed to laugh myself but was actually feeling rather humiliated as this luscious teenagegirl began to wipe my face with her discarded shirt. I stole quick glances at the jiggles of softflesh through her cleavage as she worked. “There,” she cooed as she finished drying me, “that’sbetter. Are you still thirsty?””Uhh, no. I’m quite done, thanks.” I tried to smile and laugh off the embarrassment, tried tolook cool.17“Okay, well, I’m glad you’re here.” She bundled her shirt into a ball and set it on the couchbeside her. It looked like she had something on her mind. “There’s stuff I wanted to talk to youabout. Can you stay for a little while?”Say no. Say no. It’s easy. No. I Have to get home. Say it. No no no. “Uhhh…sure. What’s up?”Idiot.“Well, it’s about Becky.” Laurie sat demurely on the couch, one lean, coltish leg tucked beneathher, her hands folded in her lap. This might be innocent after all. I turned to face her, sittingcross legged indian-style on the cushion. “I don’t think she’s been very nice to you recently,”she continued thoughtfully, tucking a wave of honey brown hair behind her ear, “when youneed all the support you can get.” Well, this surprisingly sounded like genuine, mature concern.Did it have another purpose?I decided to tread carefully, and assured Laurie that I realized Becky had been very busyrecently, she was being very supportive, and that our relationship remained strong. I had everyhope, I said, that we could remain together even as she was away at college.“Hmmm. Mike,” Laurie pursed her lips and looked down at me, choosing her words carefully,“Becky’s been seeing another guy.” My brow furrowed. “All summer.” I winced in disbelief. “Alot.” Uggh. “She had been going out with him a few nights a week. You might know him – he’sthat guy who’s also going to Northwestern this year.”Yeah, I knew him. Randy. Or was is Ricky? Rudy? Whatever. Some guy in her class.“She’s been talking to me about him for awhile now, and she didn’t want my parents toknow…’cuz they like you so much and…well, I knew she had plans to tell you but…” But what?Why was I hearing this from Laurie instead of Becky herself? “She had a letter for you. She wasgoing to mail it soon, next month, after she got to school.” Laurie paused hesitantly beforecontinuing, “But I took it. From her bag, this morning. I knew what it was going to say,” she saidsheepishly, “so I opened it.”“You opened it?” I was a little flabbergasted. “You opened the letter that Becky wrote to me?Jeez! Did you read it?”“Yes.”I was actually not as mad, or upset, as one would expect. I think I had, at this point, just felt sohelpless that I was getting apathetic, seeing my life run without my control by people in thenormal-sized world. “Why wouldn’t she give it to me herself? What did it say?”“You want to read it?” Her expression was one of girlish concern, but she had another, queerlook on her face.18“Uhhh…sure. Do you have it?” I asked. With that she pulled a piece of notebook paper from herpocket, unfolded it and lay it down on the cushion next to me. I didn’t need to read much to getthe gist of it. Becky was breaking up with me. Saying she met a guy at school, mentioningnothing of the summer. “Well, that’s that,” I said, as chipper as I could manage, a catch in mythroat. I was a bit upset, sad, I guess. Not only getting dumped by my girlfriend, but also what itrepresented. I was shrinking, and slowly losing my life, watching it all drop away. Myrelationships. My future. Everything. “Sucks to be me.” I tried to smile.“I’m soooo, so sorry, Mike. I opened the letter ‘cuz, well, I just thought, I guess, thatthis was a crappy way for Becky to break up with you. I thought it would be better if I told you.If you heard what really happened. If you found out now rather than later.”I turned my face away from the letter and looked up at Laurie. Her smile was warm andcompassionate, lighting up a face of fine cheekbones and delicate jaw. God, she really was abeautiful girl. I should be angry, but who can be mad at someone this pretty? Looking away, Imuttered thanks.“So,” she continued, “this way you can get on with your life. You can forget about Becky. Youcan start dating other girls.”What did she mean by that? I was, at that point, awash with enough self-pity that I had let myguard down. “Dating other girls? Who would ever want to date me now? I’m a twerp.”“Come on now, Mike. You’re a great guy. You’re cute and funny and lots of girls want to go outwith you.”“Yeah? Like who?”“Well,” she smiled, and batted her long eyelashes coquettishly, “me. I’d want to go out withyou.”Oh boy. I was on a slippery slope, and had probably said too much already. Yet, my sufferingself-esteem kept me from turning off this k** completely. Part of me – heck, maybe most of meby now – enjoyed this opportunity to flirt with a pretty girl. As I’ve said, I’m not generally muchof a chick magnet. But, I had to remain careful. “Now, that wouldn’t be fair to Bec-““But Becky just dumped you, remember? Forget about Becky,” she shifted her weight andinched closer, “go out with me.”“U-uh, Laurie, I c-can’t,” I stammered. She was smiling mischievously again, looking down at meover the swells of her chest. “You’re…too young. You’re a k**.”She cocked her head, pouting. “A k**?” she pushed her thin shoulders back, demonstrating the19size of her new breasts, asking, “Do I look like a k** to you?”Held speechless for a moment, to her delight, I could do nothing but take in the view of theirshape from below. Finding my tongue once again, I stuttered in reply “T-th-that’s not what I-Imean. Y-you’re obviously a v-very beautiful girl, and you sh-should have no problem finding-““You think I’m beautiful? Really?” She interrupted, bouncing in her seat excitedly. “What makesme beautiful, huh?”Okay, I was in trouble. “W-what do you mean?”“I mean, what do you like about me? What parts of me are beautiful?” She was getting a bitgiddy now, and more obviously flirty.“I don’t thin-““Oh, c’mon, Mike, c’mon. Tell me!”“Well, uhh…” Okay, think. You don’t want to sound like a pervert, “I like your…” but you dowant to be nice, give her a little boost, “…lipstick…?”“My lipstick?” Her eyes opened wide, her smile a little crooked, “My lipstick, huh?” She sat backa bit and reached into her front pocket, pulling out a silver cylinder, text up its side reading“Spoiled Brat”. Uncapping the tube, she leaned in once again, her face close to me, and beganto apply the frosty pink, translucent lipstick as she said “let me put on a nice, fresh coat for you,then.” I watched her silently for a bit, expertly running the stick over her full, moist lips, paintingthem with fresh color. I found myself becoming aroused.She saw me watching her, puckered as if for a plush, glossy kiss, and asked me “How about mylips? Do you like my lips?”Wanting to keep my demeanor light, trying to appear relaxed, I shot back quickly in mockseriousness “Hmm..nah, just the lipstick. The name fits.”She pouted prettily, looked at the lipstick case and read aloud “Spoiled Br- Ooooh! You jerk!”She began to giggle, picked up a throw pillow and exclaimed “You’re the brat!” while swingingthe pillow at me. My small body was thrown back, against the arm of the couch. Thoughsurprised, caught off guard, I was not hurt and laughed along with her. I leaned back against thearmrest. Her eyes glinting and mischievous, she giggled again, “I think YOU should wear it, sinceyou like it so much!”Suddenly she was on me, trying to press the lipstick to my face. I half-heartedly fought at herbut was – at my small size – mostly ineffectual. She pushed my flailing hands out of the wayand, still giggling, began to smear lipstick across my mouth. “Shh…shh…stop squirming!” she20laughed in mock annoyance. I turned my head this way and that, playfully avoiding herministrations, but she took my chin in her hand to steady my struggle. “There we go, that’sbetter,” she cooed, as we both quickly calmed down, “now hush.”I watched her pretty face, her dancing eyes, intent now on her task of carefully applying thecreamy lipstick about my lips. She was gentle, almost meticulous, as, with confident ease, shecovered me with her lipstick. I guess this was a little humiliating, but I was becoming more andmore aroused. Why was I letting her do this? I asked myself. She must be thinking the samething.“Well, now,” she said as she finished, studying my face, “don’t you look pretty!”“Yeah, thanks,” God, I was so turned on, “but is pink my color?”She started to giggle again and furrowed he brow teasingly. “I dunno. I think it looks better onme.” With that, she reached over to the table küçükçekmece escort – allowing me to steal a glance of her full breastsstretching her top in profile – and grabbed a tissue. Leaning in now even closer, and with thesame care she used in its application, she began to dab and scrub the lipstick off my face like amother cleaning a messy c***d. I couldn’t keep my eyes from darting in and out of the darkcleavage yawning in front of me, or running over the round, silky swells rising from her neckline.“So, Mike,” she said casually as she lingered, slowly blotting the last of her lipstick from my face,“what else do you like about me?”Again my gaze dropped to her wobbling chest for an instant. “You mean…uh…physically?”“Yes,” she said, feigning exasperation, “physically.”“Well, I, uh, kinda like your hair.”“Oh really? My hair?” She sighed, trying to sound annoyed. After a moment of thought, shequickly changed position on the couch. She was suddenly crouched on her knees, facing me,hands planted widely on either side of my shoulders on the arm of the couch. I gasped,shocked, and held my breath as she brought her huge, beautiful face to within inches of mineand with one smooth, dramatic motion swept the mane of her long, golden brown hair over us.The world outside was blocked by the lush, thick waves which flowed around me on all sides. Allthat remained was her – her hair, the sweet smell of her shampoo, and her huge face beamingwildly. She must have seen my reaction, surprised as I was with eyes wide and breath shallow,backed up against the armrest in retreat. Maybe she tasted a bit of fear in me. God, she was big.I felt trapped like a rat in its hole, and aroused beyond anything I’d felt in my life. Our eyeswere locked; she liked this, suddenly, I could tell.“My hair, huh?” she teased, “Well, I washed it just for you. Here, have a closer look.” With that,21she slowly tossed her head back and forth, running her thick, soft hair across my body in full,lazy waves. Lost in heady pleasure, I may, at this point, have moaned or sighed – for sheseemed to notice I was enjoying myself, and continued caressing me with her flowing locks for along moment.When our eyes met again hers were alight. She knew she had my full attention, had a sense thather flirty games were gaining my interest. What a girl with looks like hers can do! She smiled atme silently for a while, studying me. I did my best to keep her gaze, fighting the urge to turnaway in embarrassment, hoping against hope that my eyes didn’t stray to her chest.Finally, she spoke again, her voice low. “Now, Mike, what else do you like?” She shifted herweight slightly forward, towards me. I now had to lean my head back on the armrest to keepher eyes. Still I was surrounded by her waves of hair, trapped by her downturned face. Herperfumed shampoo filled the air richly. “It’s okay, we’re all alone. You can tell me.” Her facemoved up, farther away, as she broke my gaze.Head craned back, I watched the tendons work in her long, graceful neck. “Y-you mean, bbesidesyour hair?” I croaked.“Mmmhmm…”“Besides your lips – a-and your lipstick?” I struggled to keep my gaze at her throat, aware of thelooming swells of her chest which approached slowly from below.“Mmmmhmm. Besides that.”I swallowed hard. She was not going to make this easy. But what was I worried about? She wasright, we were alone, and Becky had dumped me. What would it hurt if we fooled around likethis a little? “W-well,” I stuttered, “y-you have nice, w-well, really…n-nice…legs.”“Mmmm. Go on.”I could no longer see her face. Still, she inched up higher, the expanse of her collarbone passingbefore me, until her huge breasts hung heavily from her thin frame above my head, stretchingher white top. They filled my vision. I stammered, trying to continue conversation, “…yyeah…your…legsare…really long. A-and…shapely. It l-looks like you w-work out. Like, a lot.” Shedidn’t seem too interested.“Anything…else?” Her voice called from above. She had me right where she wanted me.Though gradually acquiescing, my conscience held me near speechless. “Uuh…uuh…” Istammered, hypnotized by the sight of her, by her seductive air. She was so big, and so close,threatening to plaster me into the arm of the couch.22“How about my boobs, Mike?” Her voice dropped, “Do you like them?” Oh Christ. “Hmmm?”She shifted slightly, her breasts dropping even nearer to me. She filled my sensesoverpoweringly, warm and sweet. My heart beat fast.Not getting an answer out of me, but sensing my growing arousal, she continued talking.“They’re getting big, huh? Bigger and bigger and bigger.” A single shimmy of her shoulders senta corpulent wave through her flesh. “Do you like big boobs, Mike? Big boobs like…mine?” Shepaused, waiting for me.Unable to resist any longer, I replied softly, almost under my breath, as I gazed into hercleavage.“Hmmm? What was that, Mike? I couldn’t hear you.”My throat caught as I answered, “y-y-yes…” I swallowed dryly once more. “I s-said yes. I-I like bbigboobs. I like y-your…big…b-big boobs.”“Really, now,” I could sense her growing excitement as I watched the outlines of her nipplesslowly show themselves, becoming erect under the smooth, white material of her tight lycratop, “what do you like about them?”I was nervous, nearly quivering with lust, and had lost use of my logic. “t-they’re…they’re…big.”Apparently I had lost use of the English language, also.“Mmmhmmm,” she purred patiently, “they are. They are big.” She was probing me, seeing howfar I would go, what she could do with her body. “What does it make you want to do, when youlook at them?”“I w-w-w…” my voice trailed off weakly, unable to find words.“Does it make you want to…touch them?” she asked, lowering herself closer. The creamy skinof one breast was now nearly against my face. It would just take me raising my head off thearmrest to plant my face against her. I didn’t dare.“Does it make you want to feel them?” I felt the weight of her breast settle onto my hips,pressing my member hotly through my pants against my stomach. Oh god, I hoped she couldn’tfeel me. Silently I fought the urge to rut up into her softness.“You know, Mike, there are a lot of boys who like me. Lot of boys who’d like me to do this tothem, who’d like to be right where you are now.” She gently, slowly, rolled her breast into me.She must, I thought by now, have felt me hard against her. Still, I resisted, making no move.“How does that make you feel?” Yes, she felt me, I was sure, for she rolled into me again,tempting me to respond.23I moaned audibly, encouraging her, and she started to press herself down into me, rubbing androlling her heavy breast gently across my hips in a slow, undulating rhythm. I could take nomore, my will collapsed; slowly I began to rock my hips up and down, into her firm flesh, takingher lead. God, if this girl had never been with boys before, she had sure done her research.“Do you like to look at me the same way they do? The same way the boys at school look at mybody? The way my teachers look down my shirt? Because they’re always looking. Alwaysstaring. It’s like they can’t keep their eyes off me.” She had me subdued with her soft, rollingbreast, and all I could manage was one thought: that she had won. She had her older sister’stiny boyfriend alone, all to herself, nearly paralyzed with lust for her ripening body and dryhumpingher big, womanly tit.“L-L-Laurie…” I moaned, “we s-should stop…” But my actions belied my words as I continuedrubbing myself against her.“Oh, why, Mike? It doesn’t look like you want to stop,” she backed away from me an inch,removing her weight from my body. I whined pathetically, and watched as she lowered thestrap of her tank top off her left shoulder.“Don’t you want to see more? Don’t you want to see more of me?” Her hand drew the strapmidway down her arm, exposing new swells of flesh. “Aren’t you like all the rest? Don’t youwant to see my big new boobs? My big, big boobs…” She peeled her top down farther, nearlyreaching her nipple. “Don’t you want to see if you can fit in here? Hmm? Fit in my cleavage? Fitbetween my breasts?” She moved up the couch another fraction – if she lowered herself backdown again her breast would mash my face. “Hmmm, little man? Don’t you want to do that?You little, little man…”She pondered me from above, comparing my tiny head to the size of her huge breast. “Oh god,”she said, almost in amazement herself, “you’re so small. You’re so, so small.” I felt dwarfedalready; she was making me feel…fragile. “How did you get so tiny?”Somehow I had found my tongue again, and was able to speak, weakly. “…it’s a-a virus, I hhave,”I stuttered, “..t-the Blake virus.”Instantly I could feel her freeze, back away from me another inch. “What? Mike, what did yousay?”Still delirious, so close to this girl, I tried to gather myself and replied “the Blake virus, the thingthat’s shrinking me.” Not really the full story – it was the treatments I was receiving, as far as Iunderstood, that were making me smaller. “W-why?”Suddenly she sat up, back on her knees on the couch, pulling her strap back onto her shoulderand staring down at me wide-eyed in what looked to be surprise. “Omigod! Oh. My. God!”24“What? What?” I asked, pulling myself together a bit more, “What’s up?”“That’s the same thing I have! The Blake virus!” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “This is soweird!”I agreed and, looking up at her, noticed her lost a bit in thought. I must not have had a realcomplete understanding of this thing; how could it be causing such widely different reactions inLaurie and myself? Were we receiving different treatments? Did we have different forms of thevirus? And, wasn’t it only men who contracted the disease? (or, wait, didn’t I hear that theresome woman involved in the original outbreak, years ago? I dunno. I never really paidattention.)As we both settled down, we started to discuss our individual experiences. We were receiving,in some respects, similar treatments. In fact, come to find out, we both had the same doctor inthe city. Makes sense – how many viral endocrinologists can there be, anyway?Laurie, for her part, seemed to know as much or more about the disease than I did. Maybecomes from having a microbiologist as a dad. I, for example, hadn’t known that there wereactually different forms of the virus. I guess I had the “male” strain, and was receiving injectionsof the “attenuated” (or, “weakened”, Laurie told me) form of the “female” virus. It keeps mefrom going into a c*** – which is good, I guess – but also shrinks me along the way.Laurie’s treatments, on the other hand, were of an attenuated “male” virus which kept herfrom getting sick but amplified her physical development. She said women – those past puberty– fought the disease less dramatically (and got less press than the handful of shrinking menyou’d hear about in the news). Her case, in fact, was slowly going into remission, according tothe doctor. He hoped she could stop her treatments over the next few months. She almostsounded disappointed.Me? I hadn’t been told of any drop in my viral load since I was diagnosed, and had begun tocome to terms with the fact that this thing could at some point be the end of me. Laurieseemed very distraught – close to tears, actually – over this idea, and it took all my energy toappear upbeat and positive until she became less upset. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit,though, that I stole many quick glances of her flushed, heaving chest as she calmed herselfdown.Finally, to change the topic in some respects, I broached another issue. “Did you read the stuffthe doctor gave you about, uhhh, the…warnings?”“You mean, like, how the virus is transmitted?”“Yeah.”25“Which is why you and Becky never had, well, never really had sex?”Jeez. How much did Becky tell her? A little loose-lipped, I guess. “Uh, yeah.”“And why they wanted me to stay away from having a real boyfriend, since they’re not too surehow girls give it to boys. Except, of course, for…” she trailed off.I flushed a bit, “you mean, uh, have you been…?”“Yeah.”“You’ve been…” I felt embarrassed to say it, “…lactating?”“Mmmhmm.”“Huh,” I concluded matter-of-factly, trying to act clinical, curious, when really what I wasbecoming more and more aroused, knowing that the big, firm breasts of the young girl in frontof me were swollen with milk. In fact, I think I felt my mouth slowly begin to water, my stomachroll in hunger. Why was that? “How..uh..does that feel?” I asked awkwardly, feeling myselfredden.“Well, I don’t really ever have to – y’know – milk myself. But sometimes they feel really full, andsorta ache. Like, right now, in fact,” she pressed on one heavy breast from belowabsentmindedly. I tried to keep from noticing. “The doctors take samples every once in a whileat the clinic with a pump-thingy.”What would they use these samples for? To check her viral count? To use in treatmentfor…others? I had to catch myself from running through the possible scenarios. So, feeling a bitoverwhelmed by the conversation and confused by the implications, I suggested we call it anevening (somehow it had found its way past six o’clock). My libido was far enough undercontrol, my lust far enough on the back burner, that I was able to find the resolve to saygoodbye for the time being. I should run over things in my head for a while.“Aww,” Laurie sounded disappointed, “I thought you could stay for dinner.”“Uhh, well,” I found my resolve a little more fragile than I thought, “I should…”“C’mon. What else are you going to do? Your mom’s away all weekend. I’ll make us somethingnice.” Yikes. She sure had this planned out.“Well, uh, I really haven’t been eating since I got sick…” It was true. Since my diagnosis I’d beeneating less and less. In fact, the iced tea I drank earlier was the closest thing to carbohydrates I’dhad for several days. The sugar in it, in fact, had unsettled my stomach. My mother keptinsisting I try to eat but my body wasn’t taking the hint or allowing me to keep anything of26substance down. The thought of dinner really didn’t appeal to me.“So, alright, will you sit with me while I eat? I’m really hungry.”“Uhhh…I shou-““Oh, Mike, come on. And then we can watch movies afterwards. It’ll be fun.”Crap. I felt myself weaken with the thought of spending the evening with this girl. She sounded,at this point, innocent enough. Maybe knowing that we both had the same condition, thatintimacy between us could actually do us harm, had cooled her thoughts for me. And – if Istayed – it would give me the chance to look at her body in those tight clothes she was wearing.Nobody’s around, what’s the harm? “Alright,” oh my, I’m an idiot, “what are you cooking?”She was happy that I had agreed and, after I insisted I walk across the house myself, helped meup to a kitchen stool so I could watch her as she prepared a serving of macaroni and cheese.And, after she ate that, another. Our conversation over dinner were pleasantly playful“Wow,” I remarked as she rifled through leftovers in the refrigerator, “doesn’t your family feedyou?”“Stop it! I’m just really hungry!” She’d been eating like this, she explained, ever since shestarted treatments. “I’m a growing girl these days!”As evening began to set in, we retired once again to the sofa in the living room. I sat on thefront edge of the couch as Laurie read me the options of several movies the family had on DVD– mostly sappy, romantic comedies. To tell the truth, I don’t quite recall what we ended upseeing. What I do remember is, through the course of the movie, watching her as she gradually,inch by inch, reclined to her side from her sitting position on a far cushion, until she wasstretched out on the sofa behind me. Pretending to be intent on the film, I was keenly aware ofher giant presence behind me in the dark room.After the first movie, I boneheadedly agreed to another B-grade teen romance, hypnotized toarousal by the closeness of her body. I was secretly thrilled when, after changing disks, sheclimbed back onto the couch behind me and urged me to lie back and get comfortable. Did shemean back against her? Too timid, I reclined onto my side, also, next to her, facing thetelevision. We were not in contact of any sort, but I could feel the warmth of her breasts soclose behind me. As the movie dragged on, I felt her shift slowly towards me, and stiffened asher soft chest brushed my back. Slowly, closer and closer she came, tentatively rubbing herbreasts more firmly into me, until her hand came over my side and rested against my chest,bringing me into a light embrace.If ever again I were to resist her, this was where I had to make my stand. But, all ideas ofresistance were squelched as she gently began to rub my chest. We remained silent, both27pretending to watch the movie but intent, rather, on the subtle signals between our two bodies.I, for one, was entranced, lost in her gentle hold, luxuriating in the softness of her flesh, waitingfor her next move.The minutes wore on, and her hand moved slowly up my body, until it began to trace the linesof my throat, my jaw with tender caresses. I tilted back my head, encouraging her advances forthe first time, and felt her fingers whisper across my cheeks and caress my face. Gradually afinger came to rest on my lips, rubbing them softly. Instinctively, my mouth parted slightly, afraction, and she explored my bottom lip with her fingertip, teasing it with a single, painted nail.I felt her breath catch behind me as – once again acting on instinct – I returned her affection byrunning my lower lip against her finger.Now more confident, her ministrations continued as her fingertip traced my lips, parting them,attempting to work itself slowly into my mouth. Weakly, I began to kiss at it and, finally, to suck.But it was so big, her fingertip, and could not enter my mouth any further. Slowly, she withdrewit, only to run her other fingers, one by one, across my lips until her little finger rested inside mylips.She allowed me to suck at it, opening my jaws wider, and draw it into my mouth. My god, whatwas I doing? Sucking on the finger of this giant girl, encouraging her, allowing myself to beseduced. I sucked at its tip as well I could, for it filled a good part of my mouth, and closed myeyes. Aware only dimly, now, of the audio from the television, I found myself fantasizing that itwas not a finger in my mouth. I imagined suckling at her breast, her full, ripe, teenage breast.It was too late now, I knew, to turn back. There was no chance of feigning disinterest in this girl.Laurie must now be realizing the desire and lust I secretly held for her, for her body. And so Isucked and kissed her finger more fervently, silently showing her, I hoped, how much I wantedher.“Mike,” I heard her whisper, regardless of the movie in the background, “you didn’t throw awaythose pictures I sent, did you?” She paused, so close to me, seeing if I would attempt an answer.None was to be had. “Do you get an…an erection…when you look at them?” Again she paused,gauging my reaction. I shut my eyes tighter, trying to escape the moment, as I felt myself flushred. “Do you touch yourself when you look at them?”Knowing she was to get no spoken answer from me in my shame, she withdrew her finger frommy mouth and used her hand to gently roll me onto my back. Our eyes met, hers gazing downat me curious and alive as she continued “Mike, do you jerk off thinking about me?” I stared upat her wordlessly, too ashamed, too timid to respond, Her bright, wide eyes studied me.“Hmmm? Do you?”My silence was her answer. I watched her fight back a thin, pleased smile. She cocked her headand wet her glossy lips, running her eyes over my shrunken body, her fingers over my chest.28“Mike,” she asked softly, “do you want to kiss?”My heart skipped, I paused to draw air. My answer sounded nearly like a sob. “y-yes.”She smiled sweetly, her eyes fluttering closed as her head descended on me I held my breath asI watched her giant, pink lips pucker, then pout moistly as they closed in to fill my vision.Suddenly I was both nervous and frightened, a small a****l backed into a corner. I tried to backaway from her huge, approaching mouth. But, before I could move, I was caught, her soft lipson my face, trapping me. Her mouth covered mine, engulfed it, and immediately I washypnotized, awash with the pleasure of her plush lips covering my face with languid kisses.Recovering from my shock, I responded hotly, smacking and finally mouthing at her lips as best Icould. But this was her moment, she could do with me as she wished, and I anxiously sensedher young passion building. Her lips controlled my mouth, my cheeks, my face, wetly turning myhead to and fro at her whim. Soft moans rumbled through her and filled my ears. She kissed andsucked on me, gently licking over my closed lids, my tender throat with her firm tongue. Myface became slick with her juices. Soon her tongue lapped its way across my face and attemptedto force itself through my parted lips, into my mouth. Strongly she pushed into me, again andagain, but I was too small. She sighed, plaintively, her breath trembling. I watched her mouthwiden, her chin tilt as she moved in closer and drew my entire face between her lips.I squirmed in a mix of fear and delight as she sucked at my face, engulfing me between pillowylips. I kissed at her tongue, licking it as it firmly massaged my face. She was opening wider, now,gradually working more and more of my head into her mouth. Her heady moans were rollingthunder to me, shaking me to my core. We made out heatedly for some time, her breath hotand quick around me as she gradually undid the snaps of my shirt. I drew my breath directlyfrom her hot, steamy mouth.Allowing me fresh air, her lips occasionally drifted to my chest, now bare, and tentativelybrushed my stomach. My loins clenched and shook to her feathery kisses across my abdomen. Igroaned as my already engorged manhood twitched in spasm, growing harder still.“Oh…Ohhh…Laurie, Laurie…,” I breathed, fighting and struggling with myself, “we…weshouldn’t…”“Why?” she asked, kissing me again, her lips fluttering even lower down my belly, “Why, Mike?Why not?” She raised back away from me, looking deep into my eyes with an intense gaze, herplump lower lip bit between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, legs andhips undulating. It was almost alarming, how turned on this girl was. Alarming because I wasbasically at her mercy. Alarming because I was on fire myself, not thinking clearly.I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She smiled, noticing my gaze drift down her body. She waswatching me watch her. God, I thought, look at those tits. She’s so…fucking…beautiful.29“What is it, Mike? Do you want these?” A gasp escaped my lips as she drew a great breath anddropped a shoulder towards me, her tight top stretching to mold itself around the shape of herswollen breasts. She knew my weakness, obviously, for her big, maidenly bosom, nowsuspended above my head. I was staring straight up at one massive breast, straight at its nipplenow visible through the white elastic fabric of her top.Her hand slid under my back to support my upper body, and she adjusted my position. “Is thiswhat you want?” she asked. I watched, awestruck, as she slowly lowered her giant breasttowards me.“..oh, god…Laurie…” I moaned weakly. Still she came nearer. My hands drew up near my face, aprotective reflex.“Shhhh…just relax. We have all weekend. All alone. Just you and me. Lie back…just lie back andrelax.” And then she was on top of me, her soft, heavy flesh pinning me from my waist up intothe cradle of her hand. My loins strained and bucked, not quite reaching the underside of herfirm breast. I moaned again, lost in desire. “Ooooh…you like that, huh? Does that feel nice?”she purred as she adjusted me again, rubbing herself across me in a muscular wave of pleasure.She heard me moan again and continued to shift her weight back and forth across my body,massaging me with her breast. The smooth fabric of her top slid over my skin, taut and slipperyand elastic.“mmmmm….oooooo…” I heard her cooing to me from above. My hands, though pinned nearmy shoulders, began to rub and grope and squeeze at her softness. “They’re big, huh?” sheasked as she pulled me more firmly into her; I felt her flesh spill around me.I moaned in assent and began to kiss her breast through the pliant skin of her tight white tanktop. She shifted me against her breast, sliding my head across lycra, until I felt the nub of hernipple through her clothes against my cheek. I kissed her more ardently, mouthing at her topand tentatively sucking at her flesh beneath. She inched me closer to her covered nipple, usingone finger to delicately tip my face towards it. I looked at it, now so close. My mind swam withconflict. How I wanted to kiss it, to take it into my mouth, to suck. But I knew her breast washeavy with milk, milk swimming with live virus that would – like my treatments, I guessed –shrink me slowly further. But my hunger for her was a driving, primal force.She nudged me closer to her, rubbing her nipple against my mouth, through the thick fabric.What was she doing? She, obviously, must also know what might happen to me if I took milkfrom her. Was she teasing me? Seemingly heedless, I kissed at her swollen nipple and squeezedit with my lips. I mouthed at her engorged nub and, as best I could, took it into me.Perhaps she was testing me, challenging me: could I resist her? Was I willing to shrink furtherjust for the taste of her, the feel of her nipple in my mouth, her flesh to my face? I started tosuck at her through her top, playing our dangerous game. I was still safe like this. I wouldn’t do30this to her bare breast, would I? She pushed my head gently into her softness as I continued todry-nurse through her clothes.“Mike?” she asked softly, “What are you doing?” She obviously expected no reply, still holdingmy head firmly to her breast. “You know what can happen if…if we go farther?” That was it. Shewas experimenting, testing me.But, my head was reeling; I was lost in her enveloping embrace and had begun to lose furthertouch with reality. I imagined what it would be like to shrink, a little, right here, held against herbreast. What would be the harm? It would happen eventually, somewhere, sometime. At mynext treatment. Why not enjoy it? Why delay the inevitable? Right?Despite my confused justifications, I nonetheless felt my stomach turn in both horror andexcitement as I noticed her drop the strap of her top down her shoulder to her arm. I felt theelastic fabric peel itself away from her skin above me, higher on her chest, exposing creamyflesh.“Do you know what I can do beşiktaş escort to you, Mike?” she continued, “Do you? Do you know what I coulddo to your body?” I balked, unsure of myself. Was she bluffing? Or would she continue, wouldshe actually cause me to shrink?Incredibly, I continued to suck at her, encouraging her. What was I getting myself into? I hadceased, perhaps, to care. My need was overpowering. “Mike, you’re still doing this? Don’t youcare?” she whispered, “Or, can’t you help yourself? You couldn’t stop if you wanted to, couldyou?”But you don’t want to, she seemed to be telling me silently, you want to shrink more. With me.You want to be tiny. With me. You want to be a tiny little thing. In my hands, between mybreasts. It was almost as if I heard her voice in my head. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I nuzzledinto her, pawing, squeezing, sucking at her flesh as I moaned in assent.“Mike,” she asked aloud, “do you want to go upstairs?” I paused, knowing the implications. Shemeant to take me to her bed, where she would make it happen. Feeling me freeze, sensing myapprehension, she drew me away and looked deep into me. She fought back a faint smile. Myface was tight with emotion, my body quivered, flesh crawling with fear and desire. Her eyeswere brown, liquid pools, wide and alive, searching for my answer.“…uuuhhh…y-yeah…” I said, wilting, “…sure…”She kissed me full on the face, obviously trying to contain her heady sense of thrill, and – afterasking my permission – lifted me in her hands and carried me gingerly across the living room, upthe stairs and into her bed.She laid me down at the head of the bed, propped me against a pillow and sat on the mattress’31edge as she eased me out of my shirt, which had already been hanging open. Night having fallenhours ago, the room was half lit through the open door to the hallway.“Comfy?” she asked playfully, peering down at me in the shadowy light. I nodded. She ran afingernail down my chest. “Good. I’m going to go change, okay?” I nodded again and watchedher stand, walk across the room to her dresser, remove something from an upper drawer, anddisappear into her bathroom.I waited, laying on her downy white comforter, and noticed a small pile of laundry on thenightstand to my left. Was that a bra atop it? It looked so big. What would its tag read? I didn’tdare move to investigate, but held fast, motionless.As she changed behind the closed door, my mind raced and manhood quivered as I anticipatedthe coming moments, hours. The time passed in silence, the minutes drifting by one by one,until I began to have second thoughts. What was I doing? I was risking everything: myrelationships with Becky, my friends, my family – not to mention my health, maybe my life – bybeing with this girl. Was I this resigned to my eventual end, this fatalistic, to actually continuehere tonight? And, perhaps, she was feeling doubt also, behind the closed door. She hadcertainly been in there longer than a change of clothes required. Likely that was it. I drew adeep breath, acknowledging a gnawing disappointment, as I heard the doorknob click.All ideas of a changed mind on her part quickly dissolved as I, with slacken jaw, watched herslowly emerge from the bathroom. Covered only in a powder blue slip of a negligee, her longlegs and womanly curves sauntered their way to slowly, purposefully, close the door to thehallway, sinking us into darkness and sealing off the world outside.Though my eyes adjusted quickly – the moon as nearly full and bathed the room in pearly blue –she was on the bed before I knew. Kneeling at its foot, she faced me on the bed in silence. Themoonlight streamed in the window and fell perfectly across her body, allowing me to drink inthe sight of her. Her long hair was piled atop her head, stray strands falling enticingly down toher graceful neck. She had done her makeup anew; long think eyelashes batted as she gazeddown at me with a lovely smile through moist, opalescent lips.The satin fabric of her lingerie fell about her round hips and rose to cover tautly the swells ofher chest. Cut low, it revealed the top half of her firm, round breasts and the deep cleavagebetween. In the moonlight her perfect flesh was more smooth, polished marble or alabasterthan human skin.She watched me from above, feeling my eyes roam over her as she crossed her arms behind herback, straightening her shoulders with a slow, deep breath. Pushing her chest forward in aproud display of her firm, young body, she smiled as she looked down at her own powerfulcurves.32“y-you look beautiful, Laurie,” I croaked, unable to help myself, “l-like an angel.”“Thank you,” she replied, her voice hushed, “I feel beautiful. I feel more beautiful every day.”She turned her shoulders gradually to one side, then the other, showing her full breasts inprofile. “And I don’t want that feeling to stop. I don’t want to stop the treatments. I don’t wantmy body to stop changing.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, “Do you? Do you want me tostop?“n-no…I like it…I l-like the way you look. You’re…y-you’re gorgeous.” She remained quiet, hereyes twinkling. I was getting more and more aroused, admitting my attraction to this girl,stroking her vanity. I think I liked making her feel powerful, wanted to show her, make herrealize, the effect she could hold over men. “You’re the most b-beautiful girl I’ve e-ever beenwith. The most beautiful girl I-I’ve ever seen.” God, it was true, I thought, as I watched hervirtually glow, swelling with pride above me.“Mmmmhmmm…” she murmured, as she moved her hands to her long, bare, muscular thighs,gathering her breasts, soft and heavy, between her arms. She leaned in, slightly, towards me.“…go on.”I goggled once again at their size, shadowed rondure under smooth satin in the dim light. Istammered, nearly speechless, trying to continue. “I-I-I c-can’t k-keep my e-eyes off, y-you,Laurie. You’re j-just so…perfect. So…beautiful…” My throat was dry.“So, then, Mike,” she asked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “will you be myboyfriend?” I was dazed, hypnotized, lost in the moment, and would have done anything sheasked to be close to that body. Still I hesitated in silence. “C’mon, Mike,” she implored sweetly,a coquettish pout on her lips, “forget about Becky.” She leaned further forward, her hands nowon the bed, bracing her weight, “Cuz you can have me.” I felt once more like a trapped a****l;she was coming in for the kill.Mesmerized by her yawning cleavage, I nodded dumbly in mute acquiescence. She raised ahand, bringing a fingertip to my nose. “Is that a yes?” she mused, holding it there teasingly,“Hmm? Is that a yes?” Languidly she ran a nail down over my chest, my stomach, resting finallyon the waistband of my makeshift pants to trace small circles on my lower belly.Her ministrations were stoking a fire in my gut; I was shivering with desire. I gurgled and answer“y-y-yeah…s-sure, Laurie.” Her thin smile widened across her pretty face, eyelashes batted overeyes that hovered about my loins. She eased her fingernail under my waistband, and tuggeddown on its elastic, exposing my hip on one side. “L-Laurie…” I asked weakly, “w-what are youd-doing?”“Oh, c’mon, Mike,” she said breathily, “I want to try…” She trailed off, looking me over33curiously, intent on the bulge shifting and pulsing in my thin pants.“B-but you know w-what my…m-my…stuff…could do..t-to you?” I halfheartedly reasoned, “I-itcould be d-dangerous…”“Mmmhmmm…” Her fingernail ran its way up and down my hip, tickling my arousal.“I-it would b-be like g-getting another treatment, r-right?” I continued.She paused for a second, and then answered, “Mmmmhmmm…”“And you j-just had a treatment today, right?” I wanted to sound concerned for her health.“Mmmmhmmm…” She pushed down the waistband of my pants another fraction.“S-so…we have to b-be…c-careful…” She remained quiet; was she really listening? “…right?”Her fingertip curled its way under the elastic of my pants, brushing its nail against my stiff shaft.I gasped in a reflex of pleasure. Her eyes flickered and widened, meeting mine. She was curious,experimenting, measuring my reaction. She traced the length of me with her fingernail, sendingshudders up my spine.My eyes fluttered, half closed, as she delicately tickled and stroked up and down with herpainted nail. Through heavy lids, I kept her smiling gaze. I was sinking, as if in sweet molasses,into a living fantasy, instinctively rutting, now, against her fingertip.“Mike,” she whispered, her mouth parted and drawing my attention to her wet, glossy lips asshe toyed with my member, “You like my lipstick?” She watched my face intently, and smiledmischievously. I knew what she was implying. I closed my eyes and moaned, astounded in myown lust, almost in disbelief. I felt her long fingers tugging at my pants, drawing them down.“Do you really, really like it?” In reflex, my hands shot to my waistband, grabbing at its sides.“It’s so wet, so shiny, so slippery…”“n-n-no…n-no,” I argued weakly, “L-Laurie, we c-can’t..”“Shhh…shhh…” I heard her hushing me from above, “let me see…” Easily she overcame mymeager struggle and lowered my pants below my knees. Though my eyes were clamped shut, Icould feel her gaze on my swollen, twitching member, stiff and hot against my belly.“Ooooh…it’s so little!” she exclaimed softly, “and so hard! And look at you – you’re shaking.”I moaned again, tossing my head to the side, and protested “n-n-nooo..”I felt her approach, her voice so close to me as she asked “Why not, Mike? Don’t you like me?Don’t you want me to be taller? Don’t you want my boobs to be even bigger?” My breath camein shallow pants and gasps as she rubbed my crotch gently. “Don’t you want a blow job?” I felt34her huge, warm lips on my stomach and then, in an instant, she had sucked my manhood fullyinto her mouth.I groaned, my back arching in a spasmic fit as my hands twisted into the pillow supporting me.My eyes shot open, my vision swimming in the sea of her soft hair piled above me. Suddenly Iwas lost in her wetness, her mouth slurping and sucking, her tongue running itself thickly undermy swollen sac, over my stiff shaft. She was huge around me, enveloping me completely.Slowly her lips fell into a rhythm, drawing themselves over and down my erection as my hipsslid and bucked to meet them. I was so small to her but never did she let me slide from hermouth. Rather, she seemed to pull me deeper, further into her with each stroke. She wouldconsume me, I felt, if she could. And this girl had never done this before? I imagined her in thebackseats of cars, late at night, pinning the boys below her, seeing what her mouth could do tothem.Oh, how I struggled with myself, lost in the full wetness of her moist, glossy lips, her warmmouth, wanting like nothing else to come, to release myself into her throat. But what would itdo? What would happen to her? She could become more sick, receiving my active virus ratherthan the attenuated form in the vaccine. She could fall ill, even die.Or she could grow, grow taller, more voluptuous, more beautiful. This, I knew, was what shehoped for. And the thought took hold of me, now, for I closed my eyes again and pictured herbody, wanting nothing more than to see her become everything she dreamed.“oh god…” I moaned, between my whimpers and whines, “Laurie…you’re so beautiful…” My sexached and quivered in her mouth, my orgasm building beyond my control, “and s-so…so…big.So fucking b-big..” I was close now, on the edge of release, and could hold back no longer,“…like a-a…like a goddess.”Unnh. I burst inside her, dumping load upon load of hot fluid into her wetness. I felt as if I couldfill her mouth but – in reality, I’m sure – I produced little more than a thimble’s worth. Still shesucked me hungrily, drawing all she could from my organ as I luxuriated in the moment.Though the orgasm stretched for longer than any other I had known, my pulses eventuallybegan to slow, and then stop, and I opened my eyes. I flushed in shame. What had I done?I watched her slowly lift her head from between my shrunken legs and tilt her face to meetmine. Her eyes were wide and gleamed wildly, immediately filling me with apprehension.Something has changed, I thought, and was shocked as I swore I saw her head nod in wordlessagreement. She ran her tongue over her lips, as if to collect every last bit of me, and smiled. Herintense gaze was smothering, making my skin crawl, my body squirm.Seeing my reaction, she giggled, cooing “ooooh…don’t be afraid, Mike,” and eased away from35me, settling to sit on her knees. The fabric around her nipples was stained, I noticed, wet in adark patch. Was that…her milk? “Oh, I know,” she tittered, palms jumping to cover her breastsin modesty, “that happens a lot. When I think of you.” Still she watched me, my body tiny andnaked and spent, prone on the bed below her. She giggled again, and then gasped, as ifsuddenly overcome, and closed her eyes.And then I heard it. Faintly, at first, but then more urgent. The ripping. The tearing. The soundof fabric being rent, of stitches popping, one after another. Her clothes. The seams of her satinnegligee were being torn, splitting down it right side. Her eyes fluttered open as she lookeddown at her body. My mouth gaped, my eyes goggled in wonder as I realized it – she wasgrowing. Right before my eyes.“Oh, Mike, watch,” she said, her voice a low purr, “I’m getting bigger.” She smiled as I watchedthe hem of satin crawl up her side, exposing her round hip. Her thighs swelled, lengthened. Stillher nightclothes tore as her chest burgeoned beneath her hands, her figure blooming andripening in soft swells below it fabric. Her lovely face, bathed in moonlight, was both beatificand triumphant, her smile more and more breathtaking with her ascending beauty.“Watch this,” she commanded as her left hand went across her chest to her right breast and,with one motion and one great breath, she arched her back, looped her right arm through onethin strap, and tore through the last of her negligee’s seam. Split, now, down one side, only hrarm kept its fabric aloft and covering her breasts.“Mike,” she said, her chest heaving with every breath, “look at me. Look how big I’ve gotten.”It was true. My virus – much amplified over what she typically received in treatments – hadchanged her dramatically. Though hard to judge from our current positions and my reducedheight, she must have grown several inches. Probably more. And her curves, though lusciousbefore, were now beyond my power of words or description. Breasts heavy and ripe and fullswelled beneath the liquid tatters of her negligee. Shoulders, though still thin and delicate, wereset squarely with confidence. Above them was her mound of lustrous hair, elegantly piled highon her head to display a neck long and graceful. Her smiling face, though, was perhaps where Inoticed the greatest change.Gone were any last traces of baby fat or cute girlishness. She had, it seemed, in these fewmoments blossomed from a girl on the verge of becoming a woman into..this, this livingperfection of human beauty. Was I hypnotized, dreaming? For my delirious mind could notcomprehend the change, that this absolutely gorgeous woman, this heavenly being, was sixteenyear-old Laurie. With eyes so big and deep, features delicately chiseled and perfect, smileradiant. I was spellbound, in awe, intent on every subtle detail and expression on her face.Unnerved, almost, by my rapt attention, my unblinking stare, she shifted her weight on herhips, tucked a loose strand of hair behind one ear, and bit her lower lip. “Mike,” she asked in a36whisper, noticing anew the frailty, the weakness of my small body, “do you still want to dothis?”I drew a rattling breath, and felt her watch my eyes drift down from her face, over her neck,down to where her arm held her torn slip over her chest. My heart fluttered. “…y-yes…” Iuttered weakly, “…please.”I knew fully what she could do to me, now, seeing what I had done to her. But I was without anyfurther regard for my health, my future, my life. This could be the end of me, I thought, and Ididn’t care. Hypnotized, enfeebled by her beauty and delirious from the virus, I would giveanything to be close to her. But I was afraid, fearful.She sensed this, I knew, and was ripe with compassion. With her gentle smile soothing me, shewhispered “Okay, my little man, here we go…”Drawing the satin fabric slowly away from her chest and dropping it to the side, she watchedthe moonlight fall across her bare, round breasts and smiled proudly. Agape from far below, myjaw dropped and I moaned in awe as she revealed them to me. Two huge, heavy mountains ofsmooth, creamy flesh dropped from her chest, topped by pert, firm nipples damp with theirown milk. I squirmed, overcome by the sight, and had to shut my eyes for a moment to clear myvision. Jesus Christ, She’s huge, I thought, as my eyes refocused, absolutely huge.Laurie brought a hand below one swollen breast and, hefting it first to test its impressiveweight, ran a finger across her nipple to collect the creamy white fluid suspended from it.Several drops on her fingertip, she cocked her head to the side and brought the milk to me.Hovering gravidly before my face, threatening to fall from her finger in a heavy drop, the thickmilk assaulted my senses. I could smell its florid sweetness, taste its warm comfort, already feelits creamy flow in my throat.“Here, Mike,” she offered, “have a taste.” She lowered her fingertip to me, the drop touchingmy mouth and quickly flowing through my lips, over my tongue.I drew back, startled, this drop nearly a mouthful for me, feeling it pass down my throat. Itsheavy flavor lingered in my mouth thickly; never before had I tasted anything so sweet andlovely, like honeyed cream. Immediately I craved more, even as I felt it settle into my stomachand twist its way into me. Eerily I sensed its warmth spread through me, to every cell andnerve, taking hold. The virus, newly active already, changing me.When I looked up at her again, it was as if through new eyes. The world around me wasshadowed, covered in a misty veil. Everything looked out of focus. Everything, that is, excepther. She shone through the haze, glowing clearly with her own light, looking more beautiful tome than ever. I was drawn to her with unnatural yearning.37As my eyes fell to her breasts, I gasped. They called to me, rousing an unhealthy hunger frommy very core. I could sense the rolling weight of her milk within them and wanted it – now. Myarms rose from my sides and sought out pleadingly for her. I whined pitifully.”Oooooh…there we go,” she purred, “now we’re ready. Come here, little guy. Come to mama.”My tiny body quivered with delight as her hands reached down for me, her arms squeezing hermagnificent breasts together. Picking me up, cradled in her hands, she brought me to herbreast.Gazing down lovingly at me like a young mother to an infant, she cooed and murmured softly tome as she gently adjusted my position. “Now, Mike, be a good baby,” she said playfully as shepresented her firm, pink nipple to me, sliding across my cheek in one rolling motion. I couldsmell her milk about it, feel its undulating warmth below her skin. “Be a good baby and makemommy proud,” she teasingly whispered, seeming to enjoy playing the role of the nursingmother.She turned my head slightly, and pressed my face into her. Instinctively my mouth widened asher erect nipple pushed its way through my lips and against my tongue. I took a breath, one lastbreath, and began to suck. “Good boy,” I heard her from above, “good little baby. Now, herecomes mommy…”And then I felt it. In one great rush, from deep within her, she let down her milk. Hugging metightly to her, she fed her milk down into my waiting throat as I mouthed hungrily at her nipple.Thick and rich, it flowed into me as I worked her breast with abandon. It eased its way intoevery tissue of my body, filling every fiber with new, unholy life.The virus, long dormant, was alive and making up for lost time. With a haunted, sinking feeling Ifelt my world drop out from under me. Wracked, suddenly, with a deep pain, I drew away andcried out weakly. “Shhhh…shhhh…” she hushed and comforted me from above, “let it happen.Just let it go.” Her voice was a soothing balm as she continued, “Don’t fight it, let yourself go.”I had begun to shrink, like never before, actually able to feel my sinews and muscles strainagainst bone. Organs and viscera stretched and pulled as my body began to rearrange itself. Buther voice eased my pain, filling my ears with comfort, as she drew my head back to her breast.Once again I began to nurse, to suckle at the breast of this young girl as my body slowlydwindled. Nuzzling into her softness, all unpleasant thoughts left me. Her warmth surroundedme, filled me. I was losing myself in her.”Mike,” she asked, her voice low, “can you hear me?” Again her words were like sweet music tome, a melody I heard as much in my mind as in my ears. “There’s something I want to tell you.Something important.” Though I heard her tone grow serious, I suckled still for her milk.38″You know, of course, how you first got exposed, right? To the virus? It was me. I did it. I snuckit into a drink last year, when you were over visiting Becky. From a sample, from my father’s lab.I liked you so much…” I should be shocked, outraged, with the news. What had she done? But Iwas too far gone, my will consumed by the sickness, content at the young breast of this curvybeauty. I continued to nurse silently.”And…I took some myself. I infected myself. So you would grow to like me…not Becky. Notanyone. So we could be together. So we could always be together.” She shifted me slightly inher hands, my body growing smaller every moment. “My father blames himself. He thinks hehad contaminated the house. But it was me….and I’m happy I did it. Are you?”Her voice, to my ears, had become gradually softer and softer, as if more distant. But I heardher in my head, now, as clear as can be. Are you? Her voice asked, inside my body, Are youhappy? Happy You’re here with me? Happy I did this to you? That now I can hold you in myhands? Hmm?She read my thoughts, I knew.You are, aren’t you? You like shrinking, you do. You want to be even smaller, with me, don’tyou? You want me to make you tiny. Tiny, so you can slip between my breasts. Is that it? Youwant to be between my breasts? My big, big breasts…Again she shifted me, holding me now with one hand against her. I felt my hard member, onceagain aroused, slide across her smooth skin. In a reflex, I began to rut into her pillowy flesh.Ooooh…and look. Look what you’re doing. You want them to be bigger, hmm? Bigger andbigger and bigger. So you can feel them grow all around you, grow all around you as your littlebody’s trapped between them. How will that feel, hmm? To feel my breasts grow and squeezeyou, caught between them? Or…trapped in my bra? Hmm? How would that be? If I put on abra, trapped you inside? How would you like that?My loins were working rhythmically, now, into her skin, out of my conscious control, urgingforward another climax for her flesh. My skin, I noted with vague interest, seemed to bechanging, sticking tackily to where it contacted her.Is that what you want, Mike? To get in my bra? To get in Laurie’s big bra? Cute little Laurie.Becky’s little sister. The little sister. The little sister with the big tits. Little Laurie has such big,big boobs now, doesn’t she, Mike? She’s grown such big, huge breasts that you just don’t knowwhat you’re going to do, do you? You want her soooo bad. Well, Mike, here…you can live yourdreams, live all your little fantasies. You can get into her bra, Mike, you can live in her bra.I felt her hand leave me, but somehow I remained attached to her, stuck skin to skin like a fly toflypaper. What was happening? Was I being absorbed? Drawn into her? My mouth, somehow39still big enough though my body had shrunk to mere inches, continued to draw milk from her.Here, Mike, let’s try. This one should fit.I opened my failing eyes and was dimly aware of a looming shadow, an enveloping darknessovercoming me, wrapping me to her. Her bra. She was putting on a bra. Slipping a cup expertlyover one massive breast, then the other, pinning me snug to her. Fastening the straps in back,she drew its fabric taut against me.There we go. That’s better, hmm? I bought this one special, Mike, bigger. So we’d have it fortoday. Now, how does that feel?Her fingers massaged me through the satin, my body no more than two inches now, pushing myhips in their rhythm into her breast. My shaft was no longer merely rubbing against her smoothskin, but had actually seemed to enter her flesh. I felt her, warm and silky, encasing, envelopingmy manhood completely as if in a soft, firm grip, ready to receive my ejaculate. My arousalpeaked further, I felt myself poised, ready to come.Do you feel that? Hmm? I felt her thoughts once again, flowing into me through her skin, as ifdirectly to my bloodstream. Do you feel yourself sticking to me? I’m taking you in, Mike. Keepsucking, keep nursing my milk, baby, and come closer. We can be together.I felt my lips tingling, disappearing, fusing with her nipple. My ability to suck had nearly faded.Rather, milk pumped itself down my throat to the beat of her heart. My loins, indeed my entiretorso, were now joined completely to her breast. Her flesh undulated around me, caressing me,absorbing me, milking my dwindling organ for its fluid like the gentle workings of firm, wethands and mouths about my shaft. I felt myself literally swelling, teetering on the edge ofrelease.Come on, Mike, give it to me. Give it to me this one time and you’ll be mine. Forever.What was left of my jaw strained in a wide, silent cry, my sightless eyes clamping shut, as I burstforth into her, spilling what seemed like all my inner organs, my entire viscera, my very soul,into her waiting flesh, her meat. My collapsing nervous system was wracked with intolerablepleasure, pulsating, as it dissolved into her.Come, Mike, come, she urged me, Come into me. It’s so nice. It’s so nice in here.Under me I felt her breast surge, swelling with new growth, as she took my essence into her.Pressing me into her bra, her flesh crawled over me, pulling me in deeper. I was now onlyvaguely aware of her fingertip at my back, massaging me, pushing me through the bra’s fabricfurther inward. Her thoughts were all around me now, surrounding me, erasing my ownconscious mind.40Come, baby, come. Let me have it. Let me have it all. That’s right, that’s good. Let me have you.Let me have you inside me.I felt our bloodstreams mingle, her heart eclipsing mine as it forced its lifeblood through me. Isunk deeper, deeper, until I was absorbed in total, little more than a tiny swelling below herskin. Soon my thoughts lost shape, direction, sense of time. I was aware only of her. I was withher, within her, part of her. Close to her beating heart, awash in her thick warmth.We were together, she told me, together forever and ever and ever

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