As soon as
I saw him I felt something. I could swear it was like a reaction happened
between us at a chemical level. Maybe it was because I was quite intoxicated at
the time but it still felt like there was something special between us. And he
was handsome too. Curly black hair, big confident yet juvenile eyes, and a
smile that could stop the rain on a cold winter day. He seemed barely taller
than me, an inch, probably no more than that, but I have never been the kind of
girl that needed a guy two heads taller than her. That would in fact be
difficult since I have been five feet nine since approximately my thirteenth
birthday. Besides five ten was still a pretty decent height for a guy.
After only
maybe an hour of talking we agreed that my place was better than the bar to
continue the evening. So we left together and as I was hanging my coat in my
closet, he took off his shoes and began exploring the apartment. I joined him
to it, explaining where to find everything he needed, and as I went I noticed he
was actually slightly shorter than me. Taking a discrete glance at his shoes I
noted they were quite big, with probably a thick sole underneath them. “Who the
hell walks in a bar with two inches thick shoes ?” I asked myself, thinking
maybe he was insecure about his height. I tried to guess our difference,
wondering if that would be a problem, and guessed it was about an inch and a
half. That was alright with me at least, and since he had not mentioned
anything yet I decided to stop bothering myself. He asked for the bathroom and
I opened some beers waiting for him. I sat down on the couch, and when he came
back I showed the bottles :
-I got you
a beer, I said.
-That’s
nice. Where can I sit ? he asked.
Looking
around I noticed none of my seats were free. The cat occupied one of them and
the others were used to store various stuff. Embarrassed I shot up to clean a
bit, and lost my balance, almost pushing myself against his body in my
drunkenness. He caught me and helped me back on my feet, looking in my eyes
half amused half surprised. I looked at him back, noticing my previous guess
about our height difference was wrong, since we had in fact more than a two
inches and a half difference. “There is no way that guy was taller than me with
his shoes on” I thought “Was I that drunk ?”
But before
I could continue asking, he gently approached his lips of mine and slowly
kissed me. I kissed him back, closing my eyes, feeling incredibly good, way
better than I ever felt simply kissing someone. That kiss lasted a moment, and
when finally our lips were separated, he looked at me and told me, kind of
embarrassed :
-You know,
I didn’t notice you were so tall, I was almost on my tip-toes here.
-Tall ? I
am not that tall, you are just short, you must be used to it !
I looked at
him, he was short, very short even. I wondered why I couldn’t admit to myself
before that we had way more than a two inches difference. More like four inches
in fact.
-Not that
tall ? You are what, six feet three ? Six four ? I am six feet tall myself !
I laughed :
-Man, I am
five nine ! You are not going to make me believe you are six !
Without
thinking about the embarrassing aspect I pushed myself against him to emphasize
our height difference. He had to be five feet two at most, shorter than most girls.
I was a full head taller than him ! Suddenly I felt the urge to kiss him again,
so I crouched to reach his lips, and once again he answered my kiss, with more
passion this time. Obviously this height thing was not a big deal for any of
us. Before I understood what was happening, we were lying on the couch, still
kissing, and I had no idea of who instigated that movement.
-Seriously
though, he said between two kisses, how tall are you really ? Back at the bar I
thought we were the same height.
-I’m telling
you I am only five nine.
That is
when I understand something was off. Obviously I should have noticed earlier, I
mean it is impossible to not see that the person you have in front of you is
not taller but in fact much much shorter, so that should have alerted me. But
what caught my attention was to understand the “cushion” weirdly placed between
him and me as we laid on that couch was… my boobs. Which had never been as big
as I was seeing them. I got up so quickly that I sent him rolling on the floor,
and looked all around me. Suddenly I was not drunk at all anymore. My living
room was exactly the same as usual, except that it seemed that somebody
mischievously lowered everything by a good ten inches. The worst was when he
got up and stood not near as high as he should have been compared to me. For a
moment we stared at each other in shock, trying to have an idea of the size of
the other.
To me, he
looked like he was a child, his head barely higher than the bottom of my
breasts, which by the way had gotten bigger than it. A lot bigger. I must had
looked like a giant to him, and in fact, judging by the aspect of my living
room, I actually was. I looked at the door to give me an idea since I knew
thanks to a friend who had changed it that my door was seven feet high. It
looked like I was taller than it.
Suddenly I
felt dizzy and I fell right in his arms.
Obviously
my weight was way too much for his diminished frame so when I came back to my
senses we were both lying on the ground, me on top and him almost buried into
my now gigantic breasts. I got up quickly to let him breathe, noticing that it
was almost a miracle I managed to put all of my seven something feet body on
the floor without hitting something and I looked at him. He was so small now !
As he got
up, something hit me in the back of the head and it took me a second to realize
what it was : I had just hit the ceiling. I was to tall to fit in my apartment
!
Leaning my
head forward – I had no choice – I noticed that he was gazing at me from
somewhere near my belly button. He had to be something like five feet even,
which meant he was shrinking way slower than I was growing but still he was
actually shrinking. I, however guessed my height at eight feet five inches from
how much I had to crouch. Soon, he was as tall as one of my legs and I wondered
if things were accelerating.
I decided
to get down on my knees, because it was more comfortable, but even like that his
head was only at boob level to me, and still getting lower. When I hit ten feet
– I don’t understand how but I just knew I was ten feet tall – Suddenly
everything stopped. I could feel it had stopped. Somewhere below my insanely
massive breasts, a voice said :
-Wow.
I bent
forward until I saw him, completely stunned, gazing at the two giant pieces of
flesh hanging above him, thinking “I am on my knees for god’s sake”. He was
maybe four feet and a half. I estimated my own height at something like 12 feet.
-So what do
we do now ? I asked awkwardly.
-Well I believe
we both had the same idea in mind when we got here.
I looked
passed my insanely big hangers at him again. He really still wanted to have sex
now that he wasn’t even half my height and I could barely sit in my apartment ?
The growing shrinking situation seemed to have stopped. “Well actually, why not
?” I thought.
So I
grabbed him and lifted him to my lips. Then things went down like they were
always supposed to go that way.