Chapter 1

“Well, be that as it may, Jessica,” James was patiently saying to one of his longtime student-clients, as he leaned gently towards her from behind his desk, “You have to really, really try not to cross that line again. Because if you get into another fight, it’s likely you’ll be expelled, and then…then I’ll be very sad.”

“I knowww, Mr. Cooper, I knowww,” sighed Jessica, rolling her eyes as she brushed her short black bangs out of her eyes and kicked her feet back and forth in the air. “I’ll try harder this time…seriously, I promise.” The chair she was sitting in was normal-sized, but, measuring only 4’11, Jessica’s shoes didn’t quite touch the ground.

James returned her sigh with one of his own, and leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t help but smile at this goth little sparkplug of a sophomore. She certainly knew how to stand up for herself, that was for sure. But she really had to learn how to diffuse situations, or at the very least control her anger. That was what she and James had been working on for weeks. As the only official school counselor for Lowland University, James sometimes felt like he was fighting losing battles with his clients, and more than a few times he had been forced to deal with his clients dropping out, or being expelled. But he was still holding out hope for Jessica.

“I’ll do that ten-second rule thing you mentioned,” she said, hopping off the chair to leave, “Whenever I get angry.”

“And if you get really angry?” James asked, arching an eyebrow up at her. At only 5’6, and relatively skinny, James wasn’t in the habit of feeling big around people. But whenever Jessica came in, things changed – even sitting down, he was nearly as tall as she was.

“The hundred-second thing,” smirked Jessica, the silver chains rattling on her black clothes as she put her hands on her slight hips.

“There we go,” grinned James. “See you next week, alright? Take care.”

“Byeeeee,” Jessica sighed, with good-natured self-deprecation, as she turned to leave. James caught sight of her large, shapely ass that was pressing through her black jeans as she exited through his office door, and he made sure to avert his eyes back down to his desk. As a college counselor, James had gotten quite used to being around young adults, but sometimes his eyes couldn’t help but linger for a moment or two. Somewhere in his subconscious, the fact that he was single, and the fact that he wasn’t too old himself, encouraged his gaze to wander. But James was a professional with integrity, and he always checked these subliminal instincts without too much trouble.

He glanced down at his planner. There was only one more student appointment today…”Brooke Hinson.” Someone new. James leaned on his elbow as he looked down at his notebook to jot down his notes for Jessica’s appointment. Brooke Hinson…that name sounded a bit familiar. Where had he heard it? Under Jessica’s name in his notebook, he began writing: “Talked through anger-management techniques. 10-sec, 100-sec rules, breathing exercises, yoga, better sleep, etc, Strategies for less screen time. Reminded her small stature doesn’t have to mean she compensates by being aggressive. Hadn’t heard of the Napoleon Complex before.”

“Holy…shit!”

James’s head snapped up from his notes. Jessica’s voice…in the waiting room behind his closed door. What was she still doing here!? For a moment he was afraid that she was about to start some kind of a fight, but he quickly realized that she hadn’t raised her voice in anger – really, she just sounded shocked. James became concerned and rose up from behind his desk, and was in the process of walking towards his door when he heard his secretary, Bonnie, say, with a tad bit of chuckling humor in her voice:

“Alright, Ms. Hinson, Mr. Cooper will see you now.”

James was halfway in between his desk and the door when it opened, and he froze. The biggest woman he had ever seen was filling up the space of the doorway. A pair of tight jeans was barely adequate to contain her immense, curvy thighs and hips, which were as high as the middle of James’s chest. A huge, wavy white blouse topped off her simple, stylish wardrobe, and although it was loose-fitting, James could see the unmistakable double-bulge of her large breasts, and the full, strong contours of her bare arms. Most of all, though, James couldn’t help but stare up wide-eyed at the gorgeous face smiling down at him, framed by a luscious spill of long blond hair, still wet from a recent shower, that perfectly complimented her deep blue eyes, and ruby-red lips. Her head was several inches above the door frame, and she was in the process of ducking under it when James noticed, with a shot, one last aspect of her outfit: a monstrous pair of tall, black platform heels.

“Hi…Mr. Cooper,” she smiled, blinking down at him as she successfully ducked under the doorway. Her right hip brushed against the side of the door frame, and even still, James saw that there wasn’t too much room on the left side either. He swallowed and adjusted his posture, trying to stand up straight. It didn’t do anything to make himself feel larger, however – it just made him feel even smaller. Standing at his full height, he was eye-level with her breasts…maybe even a little shorter.

“H-Hello! Ms…Ms. Hinson,” he managed to say. He backed away and retreated behind his desk, pretending to look down at his ledger to get her first name. He knew it was “Brooke,” but his instincts told him that it wasn’t ok to just stand there gawking up at her, and, uncharacteristically, his mind had gone completely blank. “Uhm…Brooke, right?”

“That’s me,” grinned Brooke, turning to close the door. Just like with Jessica, James found his eyes drawn to her ass, but this time, he was only able to wrench his eyes away when he could tell Brooke was about to turn back around again. An incredulous voice pounded in his head: ‘Are you kidding me!?’

“Sorry for being your last client of the day,” Brooke was saying, turning back around and striding across the office towards the chair in front of James’s desk. “This was the only time that would work for me today.”

“Hey, no problem at all, I’m glad you could make it in,” James replied, sitting down. The sound of his calm, collected voice brought him back under his own control, and he took a deep breath, relaxing a little. “Busy schedule, huh?”

“God yes,” Brooke sighed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly as she sank down into the chair. It was ridiculous – the chair itself wasn’t small, and yet she filled it up completely, to the point where her thighs were as high as the armrests, and her towering form made the back of the chair disappear entirely. A hefty rustle followed, and James saw that she was putting down her gigantic bookbag on her left, and a large gym bag on her right.

“That’s actually the whole reason why I decided to come here in the first place,” she continued, crossing her massive, shapely thighs as she interlaced her fingers together. James subconsciously registered that she had long, red, manicured nails, and a glinting silver bracelet on her left wrist. “My friend had had it up to here with me whining and moaning about being so stressed all the time, so she told me to come here to see someone about it.”

“Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place,” James nodded, crossing his own hands in front of his face as he leaned in on his elbows. “College can be…well, the opposite of a cakewalk, and by the looks of those two bags there, I’d say you’ve got a lot going on!”

“Oh my godddd, too much,” Brooke exhaled, her brilliant blue eyes growing wide. She opened her mouth to continue, but then seemed to catch herself, and closed her lips sheepishly before leaning back into her chair and taking a deep breath. She folded her arms over her huge crossed leg, and, even though her legs, hips, and ass were the most noticeable aspects of her figure, James couldn’t help but realize how big her arms were…easily dwarfing his.

“Sorry, I mean…is it okay if I kinda just, you know, launch into it?” Brooke asked with self-effacing humor. “I don’t really know how this works, so…”

“Oh yes, please!” James replied, nodding encouragingly. “There’s no ceremony here, Brooke. Tell me what’s been going on.” Again, he felt almost proud of how natural he was sounding, in the midst of his private discombobulation. But he didn’t have time to indulge in this feeling, because Brooke was already talking.

“So classes have really been kicking my ass lately,” she began, sighing as she leaned forward again, clearly eager to unload. “I thought at the beginning of the semester that it would be a great idea to take seven classes, because…uhm, I mean, I’d been doing well so far and thought I could handle it.”

“Seven classes – goodness!” James exclaimed, his eyebrows going up.

“Mhm, and you know, at first it was fine,” she continued. Her slightly-wet blond hair served to underscore her chaotic state of mind, oddly seeming like a deliberate fashion choice…and it was working. “I was on top of all my assignments, nailing the labs, breezing through the presentations, you know…just like I thought it would be.”

“But then…” James offered.

“But then the NCAA tournament started,” chuckled Brooke, shaking her head, “And then all of a sudden, instead of feeling like I was in control of everything, I’ve been feeling like…bit by bit…uhm, like everything’s just been slipping out of my fingers, if that makes any sense.”

“You feel like you’ve been gradually losing control,” nodded James, “Nothing dramatic, no big “disasters,” just…a kind of a slow, steady sense that you’re not in the driver’s seat.”

“That’s…yes!” Brooke exclaimed, her blue eyes fixed on James, impressed. “That’s exactly what I mean! And a car is the perfect analogy, actually – I’m still in the car, and it’s going…ohhhh man, it’s going all right, but I’m not the one driving anymore.”

“Who is driving?” asked James.

“Nobody!” laughed Brooke darkly, spreading her hands out. Even in proportion to how huge she was, James was amazed by the size of her hands, and the length of her fingers. “And I think that’s why I’ve been so stressed lately. There’s this tremendous sense of speed, you know? I’m hurtling forward, but I’m not in charge of the direction, or how fast the car is going. But I'm still a passenger, right? And so…”

“And so it’s totally natural to feel stressed out,” finished James. “Absolutely.” He leaned back in his chair, and let a few seconds of silence pass between them. He was in his element now, his momentary bamboozlement almost forgotten. “So…I’m hearing that everything was going fine, balancing everything, your classes, your sport, which is…?” James had a pretty good idea of what the answer was, but he didn’t want to assume. Brooke was probably sick and tired of people asking whether she played basketball or –

“Volleyball,” she replied, grinning. “You’re shocked, I know.”

“Heheh, well…” James laughed, inclining his head down to acknowledge the obviousness of her massive size. But then he kept pursuing his main point. “So you were balancing your heavy course load with volleyball, and it was all going great…but then the NCAA tournament started.”

“Mhm,” nodded Brooke. “And now it feels like no one’s driving the car anymore.”

“So what changed?” James asked, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on his desk. “What did the tournament change?”

“Well see that’s the thing!” Brooke replied, speaking expressively with her big hands. The silver bracelet danced slightly on her wrist, but couldn’t go down very far, owing to the size of her forearm. “Before the tournament we were doing two-a-days, practicing in the morning and the afternoon, lifting weights four times a week, doing cardio, the whole pre-season shebang. But now that we’re in the middle of the tournament – and I actually calculated this – I’m spending 8 hours less per week on volleyball, since we’re not doing morning practice or cardio anymore. So shouldn’t I be more in control, not less?”

“Hmmm…but are you taking into account more than just time?” James asked. “I mean, maybe you’re technically spending less time on volleyball, but how about just…energy in general?”

“What do you mean?” asked Brooke. “Energy in general?”

“I mean, so you’re in the middle of this big tournament, right?” James continued, “And…last I checked, the Bulls are doing pretty well.”

“Raging Bulls all the way, baby!” chuckled Brooke, making the two-fingered “bull” sign with her index and middle fingers. James’s eyes lingered on them…god, they were so long.

“So the longer the tournament goes on, and the better you all do,” James persisted, “The more pressure there is on you, I imagine?”

“Oh well…sure, I guess,” Brooke replied, shrugging her shoulders. “But I enjoy that kind of pressure. Makes me play better, I think.”

“Mhm, that makes sense,” said James. “Tell me, how often are you thinking about volleyball these days?”

“These days…oh, constantly,” Brooke laughed. “Even when I’m in the middle of a bio-chem lab, I’m still thinking about the drills I’m gonna put the girls through for pre-game the next day.”

James arched an eyebrow, and Brooke quickly added: “Heheh, oh, I’m the team captain, so…maybe should’ve led with that.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” James responded. “It’s clear that you naturally take on a leadership role, and probably have for a while, so you don’t think much of it.”

“Well…haha, yeah, I guess it does kinda come naturally to me, for some reason,” chuckled Brooke. “Was the team captain of my high school team too, and the science olympiad team, and the debate team…uh…heheheh…”

They both shared a laugh, with Brooke blushing a little.

“I’m noticing a trend here,” James smiled. “You take a lot on yourself, because you can clearly handle it. Your team’s doing really well, and…how are your classes going?”

“Oh I mean, grade-wise I’m fine,” Brooke replied, brushing her hand to the side almost like it was a given. She paused, searching through her brain to come up with the best way to verbalize what she was thinking. “But if…if I was graded based on stress, I’d…I’d have a D.”

“Hmm, so not quite failing,” James began, but Brooke cut him off.

“D is failing,” she countered. “I only give myself a D and not an F because I haven’t totally lost it yet.”

“Mhm, yes, okay, I see,” James nodded appreciatively. He let another few seconds of silence pass by before asking: “So what are you doing in your free time, Brooke?”

“Excuse me?” Brooke was clearly joking. “Free time!? What’s that?”

“Well I only ask,” James replied, smiling at her joke, “To suggest that perhaps…you might need some.”

“Oh, you mean take a break?” Brooke asked. She sighed and turned to look wistfully out the window. “I wish I could, Mr. Cooper…I really wish I could.” James let her sit in her thoughts for a few moments. He had comfortably settled back into his professional role, but even now, he wasn’t able to avoid fixating a little on her face. She was just…gorgeous…and, in spite of her predicament, and their positions on opposite sides of his desk, she radiated a degree of confidence that was very, very unusual for someone her age.

“But, you see, I’ve gotten this far because of my ambition,” Brooke continued after her long pause, turning back to look James squarely in the eyes. “And if I let up now, well, I’ll…I just can’t. There’s too much going on.”

“From what it sounds like to me,” James declared, knowing that this was going to be the climax of their exchange, “You need to let up a little bit. You need to give yourself a little break.”

Brooke blinked and stared hard at him, and for the first time, James felt that her glance carried a kind of challenge with it. Despite his position, he felt slightly intimidated.

“Heh, you say that,” she chuckled, “But where on earth am I gonna find the time for it?”

“You’d be surprised what you can manage if you go through your schedule with a new eye,” James offered. “If you prioritize giving yourself a little time off each day.”

“But…but I don’t need time off,” Brooke resisted, shifting her weight in the chair, which groaned out in protest. “I’m…I’m doing fine with what I have going on right now.”

“Then…why did you come here?” James asked quietly. He made sure to ask this question gently, so as to not sound accusatory or challenging, and yet, his question certainly was a challenge. Brooke opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it again…and then closed it again. For a few moments, it seemed like every instinct in her was bent on retaliating with some protest, but then, after a few tense seconds, her shoulders sank down and she heaved a great sigh and looked down at her lap. The thick curves of her body began to shake, and, for a moment, James actually thought that she had started to cry. But a thankful second later, Brooke was looking back up at him, and a broad smile had spread across her face. She was laughing.

“Ha! Hahahaha…you got me there, Mr. Cooper!” Her blue eyes were dancing in self-deprecating humor. “I guess I’ve just been telling myself over and over that I’ve got this, I’ve got this, you know? And…maybe I don’t “got it,” heheh…”

“Or,” offered James, “Maybe you DO “got it,” but all you need to do is to prioritize giving yourself a little break every day, or…if not every day, then every other day. Some routine time that you can make for yourself when you don’t think about school, you don’t think about volleyball, you don’t think about any of your responsibilities – when you just can kick back, relax, and unwind.”

“God that sounds soooo nice,” Brooke murmured. “You can’t understand how much I’ve wanted that for so long…”

“Well if you think of that kind of time not as a luxury, but a necessity for your wellbeing,” James replied, “Then I think you can make it happen.”

“Yeah…yeah…” Brooke muttered, obviously thinking hard. She looked back up at him. “You know what, Mr. Cooper, I think I can.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling. “You think you can do it?”

“Yes! I loved what you just said about prioritizing that free time,” she said, “About thinking of it as something I need. Haha, I’ve never really thought of it that way before.”

“And as a high-achiever,” James smiled, “You were never content to allow yourself the luxury, since you felt like you had to just achieve, achieve, achieve.”

“Oh my god you’re so right!” Brooke exclaimed, shaking her head. She glanced at the clock on the wall. “So…speaking of which, I don’t wanna take up more of your time, since it’s been half an hour already – geez, time flies when you’re having fun, right!? Heheh…but…can I…can I make another appointment to come back? Next Monday, same time, maybe? This has been SO helpful.”

“Of course, absolutely!” James replied. The next moment, he stood up, extending out his hand. He wasn’t accustomed to this kind of farewell, but with this young woman…well, it just seemed natural. Brooke rose up out of her chair, beaming, and shook his hand. James felt the warm expanse of her palm totally encompass his, as her fingers easily wrapped around. Her hand swallowed his up completely. But even more than that, James was once again reminded of how massive this girl actually was – with her sitting down, even though she still looked huge, the reality of her height wasn’t as strikingly apparent. But now that she was again standing before him, James couldn’t hide his amazement. He had never felt so small, so dwarfed by anyone in his entire life. At 5’6, he was used to feeling a little short, but never, ever like this. His eyes were actually slightly beneath the middle of her breasts. Brooke seemed to share in his amazement, and her full lips pursed up in a humorous smirk as their hands came apart.

“I u-uh…well…thanks so much for coming in,” James said shakily, briefly losing his composure as he stared up at this behemoth goddess of a woman.

“No, thank you!” Brooke replied, pointing down at his chest. “You told it to me like it is, Mr. Cooper, and I really appreciate it! I’ll look forward to next week, then! And I’ll make it a priority to take a little time for myself!”

“Yes, you do that!” James agreed, nodding, “And I’ll look forward to it too!”

“Bye now!” Brooke smiled, and turned back to duck under the door frame as she left, her huge ass gyrating behind her as she exited. James blinked as she left – her ass…it was crazy…almost as high as the middle of the door frame! He shook his head to himself, sitting down to write down his final notes of the day.

‘Brooke Hinson,’ he began writing, ‘One-of-a-kind…’

Throughout the ensuing week, James went about his day-to-day activities as usual, though he did find his mind darting back to Brooke every now and then. This often happened with clients, but never quite like this. Multiple times a day, he found himself thinking about her, even imagining her gigantic form standing next to his door frame, or filling up the chair in front of his desk. And more than any other client he had ever had, James looked forward to seeing her again. Although he was careful to avoid mentally fixating on her, he told himself that his feelings were normal and natural, and not to worry too much about them…but just to be mindful.

‘It’s not a stretch to say that most people probably react to her in the same way,’ he reminded himself. ‘Just stay professional and you’re fine.’

The next meeting with Brooke went well, with her recounting her attempts to carve out some rest time for herself. Although she hadn’t quite managed to do it yet, she was making progress, and, to James’s delight, brought up her desire to meet with him regularly each week to chart her progress. James was pleased with her ambitions to feel better, and also with his own professional promise to himself to not let his admiration for her beauty and her figure affect their interaction. Even still, he had been struck again by how…huge she was today. Those were the same heels she was wearing before…had she gotten a few inches taller? James had laughed these thoughts off, but when they were both standing up, shaking hands, something threw a wrench into the placidity of the exchange. Brooke didn’t immediately turn to leave. Instead, she stood there, in those same huge platform heels, looking James carefully up and down. Her extended gaze made him aroused, and James tried to mask the creeping red blush in his neck and cheeks, and the hammer of his heart, with a lighthearted chuckle.

“Heheh, uh…everything alright, Brooke?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s just…” she said, cocking her head to the side as she kept looking him up and down, “I can’t help but think…”

“What?” James asked. “Hit me with it, Brooke – safe space, remember?”

“Hahaha yeah, safe spaces,” laughed Brooke, “The college utopia…” She paused, her face becoming serious again as she fixed him with those penetrating blue eyes. “Mr. Cooper…I think you got shorter.”

Chapter 2

For a second, James was completely rooted to the floor, staring up at Brooke as he blinked blankly. A new kind of blush was rising in his face. He had already been struggling to hide his nervous embarrassment when Brooke was looking him up and down, but now that it had become clear why she was looking at him that way, he felt even more self-conscious. In all his years of practice, this feeling was unprecedented – he had never felt so exposed or anxious in the presence of one of his college clients. But he quickly reminded himself to breathe, and to remain calm. Brooke had just made a simple observation…that was all.

“You…think I got shorter?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side as he smiled up at her, not knowing what other expression to react with.

“Mhm,” Brooke nodded. She shifted her weight to one hip, which only accentuated her already-voluminous curves. Those form-fitting volleyball shorts certainly didn’t leave any bit of her hips or thighs to the imagination. James swallowed, his eyes briefly arrested by her shape, before he looked back up at her face. Brooke was smiling at him steadily – not a teasing or mocking smile, but a calm one, curious, tinged with a bit of concern…and maybe…James wondered…the slightest hint of amusement.

“I mean, I’m wearing the same heels as last time,” Brooke continued matter-of-factly, lifting up a huge leg behind her, briefly posing, before lowering it back down to the floor with a thud that James felt through the floor. She pointed down at his feet. “And you’re wearing the same shoes you were before…”

“Huh…” muttered James, looking down at his feet, “Good eye, heheh…”

“But you definitely look shorter to me,” Brooke concluded. She put her hands on her hips, again, not as an intimidation, but rather as a way to emphasize that her thought was finished. And although James knew that she hadn’t meant to intimidate him by her pose, he couldn’t help but feel even smaller. Just the way her big arms augmented the wide curve of her hips, and the way she seemed to spread out before him – she was huge. And suddenly, like a shot, he realized that Brooke was right. She had been huge the week before, but this week, she definitely looked even bigger…and apparently it wasn’t because she was wearing taller heels.

James cleared his throat, not quite knowing what to do with this new information. He didn’t want Brooke to leave his office, but he was beginning to feel some anxiety about how to continue the conversation. She didn’t seem to have this anxiety, as she was just standing there, still looking him up and down, with that same calm smile on her face.

‘Is she…checking me out?’ James thought suddenly. The notion was incredibly arousing, but, since he was not in the position to get visibly aroused, he searched around desperately for something to say to ease the tension he was feeling.

“Well! Ahem…eh, haha, maybe…maybe it’s not me getting shorter,” he chuckled, suddenly arriving at a new and intriguing idea. “Maybe you actually got a little taller, Brooke!”

She immediately shook her head. As strange as it was to realize in this moment, James was impressed by her easy self-confidence. He already knew that she was a precocious and brilliant young woman, but to see her confidence in action was quite something, especially given that her face was well over a foot-and-a-half higher than his.

“Nope,” she smiled, still shaking her head, “I know I haven’t gotten taller. They had to measure us two days ago for the official NCAA stats, and I’m still the same height.”

James blinked again, and opened his mouth…but then closed it. This kind of behavior was so unusual for him, all this second-guessing himself and awkwardness. He had been about to ask Brooke how tall she was! How ridiculous! It wasn’t any of his business! And surely, in the context of their counselor-patient relationship, such a question would have been inappropriate. But then Brooke’s smile broadened, as she seemed to read his mind. And far from taking offense at his curiosity, she took her hands off her hips and spread her arms widely, making herself look even huger, as she reached up and palmed the ceiling above.

“Still 6-foot-4-point-7, baby!” she laughed, running her palms over the ceiling as she stared down at him playfully. James could now detect something of a blush in her cheeks as well. Was she…was she getting excited by all this!? The prospect made James even more aroused and nervous, but he tried to mask it by laughing:

“Haha, wow, so that’s…heh, so I guess that’s off the table. That’s strange, you know, maybe I should go get a check-up or something, uhh, to make sure everything’s okay with me and all.”

“Mhm, I think you should,” nodded Brooke, again surprising James by her matter-of-fact confidence. “I’d really hate it if my favorite counselor just…shrank down into nothing.” She paused, her words seeming to hang thick in the air, before adding, in a slightly higher voice, almost like a playful afterthought: “But you know…it’d be kinda cute if you actually started shrinking.”

James swallowed another lump in his throat and chuckled out a quick response, again to hide the arousal that was now threatening to wash over him: “Ehahah, well…I, um, it’d certainly be inconvenient for me. All the new clothes I’d have to buy! Ohh…well, ahem. So yes, thank you Brooke, for pointing that out. No girlfriend to look after me, so no one notices these things!”

He inwardly winced at his last words; he had definitely overstepped his mark there. But Brooke just responded by laughing, a beautiful, musical, genuine laugh:

“Hahaha! Well I’m happy to do the honors,” she teased. James had no idea how to continue the exchange, and was grateful that Brooke then turned her huge form towards the door. There was an unspoken acknowledgment between the two that she had been the one to end the exchange. The whole time, she had been in the driver’s seat. It was quite the inversion for James, who was used to feeling in control in his own office.

“So same time next week?” she asked, opening the door and starting to duck her head to leave.

“Same time,” nodded James, leaning back slightly on his desk from mental exhaustion.

“I’ll want an update on that whole “getting shorter” thing,” Brooke grinned, “That is…if it’s not obvious as soon as I see you.”

“Aha! Yep, yep…” James replied, smiling from ear to ear while suffering from an entirely blank mind. Brooke flashed him one more knowing grin, ducked out of the doorframe, and closed the door behind her. James audibly exhaled, staring down at the floor, wondering what on earth had just happened. But then, his attention was drawn to his khakis, which actually were looking a little baggier than usual. Could it be…that Brooke was right?

That same afternoon, James went to the doctor’s office on campus, and his world was turned upside down. It turned out that, in fact, he WAS shrinking…and that he now stood only 5’4. The doctor had informed him that, against all odds, he had contracted hupostolephasia, an extremely rare disease that was poorly understood in the medical literature. Thankfully for James, the disease wasn’t painful, and carried no risk of life-threatening complications, but the scary thing for him was that the doctor couldn’t confidently tell him when the shrinking would stop, only that it would happen proportionally. Some people had lost 6 inches of height, some a foot…and some multiple feet. One person had reportedly even shrunken down under two feet tall, from an original 6’0 height. Since James had started off at a relatively-short 5’6, his prognosis wasn’t the best, but the doctor assured him that he would be okay, and told him to prepare to make the necessary lifestyle adjustments.

Throughout the next week, James tried to let his startling new diagnosis sink in without it disrupting his job. He still had to help all his college students deal with their own issues, and so he did his best to keep on moving without losing too much sleep over his condition. The strange thing was, now that he was aware of himself slowly getting smaller each day, he wasn’t reacting at all like he had expected himself to – after recovering from the initial shock, he actually was realizing, more and more each day, that his diminished size was intensifying his appreciation for the size and curves of the women around him. James already had a particular penchant for tall, curvy women (he couldn’t help but think of Brooke, in particular, as the paragon of his type), and now that he knew he was getting shorter and smaller, he found himself noticing the difference between himself and the women he encountered out in the world.

All of a sudden, in the matter of a couple weeks, every woman looked noticeably taller and curvier to him, to the point where James had to remind himself not to stare in the line at the grocery store, or when he was out walking. The fact that he lived on a college campus, where he was already surrounded by young, attractive women (many of whom were quite athletic as well) made it all the more challenging for James to play it cool. Even still, he was confident in himself. James knew that he was experiencing all these feelings, and having to make all these mental adjustments, because he was getting smaller, but it was still odd in a thrilling, dysphoric kind of way, to experience a social reality that was seeming to literally grow around him. His next appointment with Brooke loomed especially large in his mind – it was only a few days away, and he had already shrunken down to 5’3. It would be plainly obvious to Brooke that she had been right all along, that he had gotten smaller, and James couldn’t help but wonder how she would react.

The night before her appointment, as he sat at home in his reading chair, he found himself fixating on the moment she would walk in…how much huger she would look now that he was smaller…and what her expression would be as soon as she saw him. As he thought forward to this moment, he began getting unambiguously aroused, and he felt so taken by this wave of lust that he nearly surrendered and masturbated to the thought of Brooke…of her huge, sexy body, her thick, powerful legs, her immense, curvy hips, her long, strong arms, her massive hands…and, of course, her gorgeous face framed by her long, wavy blond hair, smirking down at him playfully.

‘She likes how much bigger she is than me,’ he thought suddenly, sitting up slightly in his chair. ‘She likes it.’

He felt another rise of aroused excitement grow within him, and again he had to take a deep breath and remind himself that she was a client, not a friend, and definitely not a potential dating interest. He even managed to chuckle out loud to himself.

‘Look at me,’ he thought, turning to smile at himself self-consciously in the mirror that hung on the wall. ‘Literally blushing just…just thinking about her.’ He resolved to return to his book, and not to think about the impending encounter anymore.

The next day, though, despite his deliberate attempts to calm himself, James’s heart was beating much faster than usual when he heard the telltale sound of Brooke’s heavy heels outside his office doorway. Even though he was sitting in his chair behind his desk, he knew that he obviously looked a good deal smaller than before – that morning, he had measured himself, and found to his shock that he was only 5’2. The next moment, his door opened, and Brooke came striding in, this time wearing a tight white top and form-fitting jeans that showed off every inch and contour of her voluptuous curves. She was wearing a pair of 6-inch platform boots, which her lower legs filled out impressively, and made her an astonishing height...definitely a significant amount above the doorframe. James tried to speak a greeting, but he ended up just swallowing a lump in his throat instead.

“Hey hey there!” Brooke smiled, wrapping her big hand around the top of the doorframe and ducking under her head under it. James tensed his cheek muscles to prevent from gawking at the sight of her walking in through the doorway. It was incredible – she was so huge that she literally filled the entire doorway up, so that there was hardly any room on either side. But James quickly blinked away his incredulity and did his best to adopt his usual “counselor” demeanor.

“Hello Brooke!” he exclaimed, allowing his natural, genuine happiness at seeing her to come through in his voice. “Nice to see you again!”

“Same, Mr. Cooper!” Brooke grinned, putting her heavy-looking bookbag down on the floor next to her chair. James felt the thudding vibration of her bag hitting the floor, and privately registered how easily and casually she had held it the air with one hand before putting it down. “I’ve actually been doing a really good job this past week, you know…doing the things we talked about, making sure that I make time for myself, being intentional with the breaks I take in between homework and volleyball practice.”

“That’s wonderful to hear!” James replied, taking some notes as he answered. He found himself feeling grateful that this was a professional setting, and that he could just inhabit the counselor role. If they had been having this conversation in a park, or a restaurant…then James might have felt nervous about his ability to hide his obvious attraction to her. Sitting in front of him there, her thick, strong body squeezed into that chair, her massive legs crossed casually in front of her, with that cheerful smile framed by the long tresses of her luscious hair, Brooke was nothing short of stunning.

Brooke stretched her arms up over her head, leaning back slightly in her chair as she sighed out. Her breasts, which were already quite large, suddenly became even more prominent. James was fairly certain that if he had stood up next to her and raised his own arms up, that he wouldn’t have been able to reach as high as she was now.

“I’ve started taking really long, hot baths,” she announced proudly, with her arms still over her head.

“Ooo, nice!” nodded James appreciatively. “Nothing like a good hot bath…though not too hot, I hope?” He mentally chastised himself as soon as this comment had come out of his mouth. Who was he, her dad?!

“Oh totally too hot,” Brooke giggled, reaching her arms back and placing her hands behind her head. Her biceps popped; James had never seen such a combination of strength and grace in his life. Her arms…they were huge…and yet, completely proportional, and utterly feminine.

“I really like bringing up my body temperature, almost to the point of discomfort,” Brooke explained, “So that I breathe slower, deeper, you know? It’s like breath training, and I think it helps calm my mind at the same time.”

“Heheh, well it sounds like you’ve got it figured out!” laughed James.

“Mhm, and I’ve made a whole little ritual out of it,” Brooke continued eagerly. “I found this awesome epsom salt brand at the pharmacy that’s chamomile-scented, and…well, ever since I was a little girl I’ve just loved the smell of chamomile, and now I just scoop two cups of this mixture into my bath and it’s…it’s just perfect! And I light a candle and everything.”

“All excellent self care!” smiled James approvingly.

“And then I lay out on a towel in my bedroom, you know, like, totally naked,” Brooke continued, grinning a bit at her own openness, “And then I just let myself air-dry while I do some deep stretches…aaaaand then I lotion myself all up, so my skin doesn’t dry out!”

“Goodness!” blinked James, trying not to focus too hard on the image in his mind, “You’ve really got this down to a science, haven’t you?”

“Haha well it’s all been thanks to you forcing me to look at things differently,” Brooke declared, pointing a long finger directly at him.

“Well, eh, haha, I don’t…I didn’t force you to do anything, Brooke,” James chuckled. “All I did was offer a little advice – this is all you!” He paused, and a thought flashed through his mind, and then, without even thinking, he said it: “And, haha, even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could force you to do anything!”

Brooke’s eyebrows went up, and for a second James was afraid that he had made a mistake. But her mouth curled up into an amused smirk, and he knew the next moment that he had touched on something they both shared – they were on the same wavelength.

“Yeahhhh I don’t think you could!” Brooke giggled softly. She tilted her head slightly sideways as she slowly, deliberately, scanned his body with her eyes. James did his best not to squirm in place under the erotic pressure of those deep blue eyes.

“You’re smaller,” she murmured softly. “You’re…definitely smaller, Mr. Cooper. Even more so than last time.”

“Mhm, well, uhh…y-yes, yes I am, as a matter of fact,” he replied, uncharacteristically stammering a bit in response to the cool, curious calmness in Brooke’s voice. “After you mentioned it last week, I went to the doctor, and –”

“It’s hupostolephasia, isn’t it?” Brooke cut in. James stared at her, wide-eyed, and this time he wasn’t able to keep his mouth from gaping open.

“H-How…how did you know!?” he managed to ask.

“Well I just…I hope you don’t mind,” Brooke began, reddening a little (in embarrassment, James wondered, or something else!?), “But after last week I was…I was kinda thinking about you, and I started doing a little research, and learned about this rare shrinking disease, and…you’ve got a lot of the distinguishing characteristics.”

“What, you mean the shrinking?” James asked, trying to deflate the excited tension he felt with a little humor.

“No, silly!” Brooke laughed, swiping towards him with her big hand (James felt the wind current), “I mean the other things – you started out shorter than average, around 5’6 I think, and around the median weight for that height…maybe even a bit under it…and from what I read the disease seems to strike smaller guys a lot more often, except that one case where a 6’0 guy shrank all the way down to –”

“To two feet, yeah,” James nodded, completing her sentence, “The doctor mentioned that to me – wow, Brooke! I…haha, I don’t know what to say! I’m impressed!”

“Oh but James…uh, I mean Mr. Cooper!” Brooke exclaimed, her face turning to concern, as she ignored his compliment, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with this! Are you doing okay with everything?!”

James was touched by the force of her genuine concern, and felt a swoop of excitement go through him when she had accidentally called him by his first name. For an odd moment, he felt a powerful desire to be held by her. But he kept his head above water, and answered honestly:

“Heh, well, it was…it was a shock, to be sure, when I was diagnosed, and it’s…you know, it’ll be a challenge, having to adjust. But as far as diseases go, this one isn’t all that bad! It’s not painful, not terminal…but it’s just…haha, well, we’ll see how small I get, before I say how easy or hard it’ll be to adjust to everything!”

Brooke sat there, her big, intense blue eyes taking in James’s reaction. She blinked rapidly a few times, and for an instant, James actually thought she was about to cry. If she was, though, she recovered herself instantly, and answered in a soft, deliberate voice that was strikingly measured:

“Wow…Mr. Cooper, that’s…that’s one of the most inspiring things I’ve ever heard.”

“What? Aww, you’re too sweet, Brooke,” James smiled, shaking his head.

“No, really,” she responded seriously, her huge body leaning forward in her chair towards him. This simple action of leaning forward made her look even more gigantic. “I mean it. Most men who got that diagnosis would absolutely dissolve…like, they would just melt away, knowing that their masculinity was gone forever. But not you. You have true masculinity…you’re a real man.”

James opened his mouth and closed it again, blushing helpless at Brooke’s deadpan compliment. He tried to quickly think of something funny or casual to say to diffuse the…what was it…erotic tension between them…or was he just imagining it!? He had no idea. All he knew right now was that he had never been complimented like that before…and he took it straight to heart.

“Heheh I’m sorry,” Brooke chuckled sheepishly after a few seconds of silence passed between them, “I don’t mean to drag you into my own…my own struggles.”

“Oh no need to apologize, Booke,” said James, “I appreciate the kind words, really I do. But what do you mean?”

“I just…” Brooke began, looking down at the floor, and then she paused and looked back up at him, that same sheepish smile on her face. She was blushing too. “Sorry, I’m kinda just pivoting back to all my own stuff, when we were talking about your diagnosis.”

“No, no!” laughed James, “This is your session, Brooke! I really appreciate your concern, but…I mean, after all, this is all about you!”

Brooke paused, pouting slightly, even though she nodded in response to what James was saying. “Mhm, yeah I know, this is my “session,” heheh…but I still want to hear how you’re doing…but, I guess…just to segue into a problem I’ve been having. All this stress release has helped me realize a few things that had been buried, you know?”

“Mhm yep!” James said, nodding his head. “When you’re not weighed down by all that stress, it can help you stand up taller…I mean…uhhh…”

“Haha now do I really need help with that?” laughed Brooke, sitting up with impeccable posture in her chair.

“Haha no you do not!” exclaimed James, “But I meant…uhm…”

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” said Brooke quickly, “Like it helps to clear the air, and when you’re not stressed, you can actually be introspective for a change.”

“Exactly,” said James.

“Well I’ve been thinking lately,” said Brooke, after a short pause, “About…how hard it’s been to date men.”

“Oh?” James asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at his notepad. He was confident that he could remain professional, but it would have been a lie to say his heart hadn’t skipped a beat.

“Yeah,” Booke nodded, pursing her lips as she inhaled through her nose, thinking of how to express herself. She clasped her hands around her crossed knee and sighed out again, in a kind of wistful irritation that James was trying to place; she wasn’t angry or sad, just more annoyed in a kind of longing, dreamy way that made her maturity that much more evident.

“It’s honestly been pretty frustrating,” Brooke continued, finding her words and leaning forward slightly in her chair (which creaked audibly, despite being brand new). “I’ve always been a bit of a…heh, what do you call it…a go-getter when it comes to dating.”

“Just like you are with everything else, it seems,” James observed.

“I sure am consistent!” laughed Brooke self-deprecatingly. “And yeah, I don’t know…it’s like, if I see a guy and like him, then I’m gonna go up to him and let him know, right?”

“Mm, right, right,” James nodded, looking down at his notepad, scribbling down some notes. He wanted to make eye contact with Brooke, but he didn’t feel like he’d be able to take it. He had to stay professional, he had to…and those big blue eyes of hers…if he looked into them, he’d get lost. And she’d know.

“But the problem is,” Brooke went on, “That every guy I’m interested in either just runs away from me, or tries to make it work but in the end gets totally wigged out by my size and can’t deal with it.”

“Oh man…yeah,” James replied. He heard the twinge of pain in Brooke’s voice and looked up at her. Their eyes met. She had allowed herself the freedom to look disconcerted, and now the sadness was coming through in her face. He felt so bad for her.

“I can’t even imagine how frustrating that feels,” James added genuinely. “Especially when you’re the one trying to instigate things and just keep getting rebuffed.”

“I mean, I can deal with the guys who just run away!” Brooke exclaimed, clearly encouraged to continue by James’s sympathy. “It might suck in the moment…heh, like get this, I saw this cute little guy at a party this weekend, right?”

“Right,” James nodded. He was thankful that there was a desk in between them so he wouldn’t have to cross his own legs to hide the erection that was growing against his will in his pants.

“Like…super cute,” Brooke was saying, gesturing with her big hands. “I mean, he probably only came up to about riiiiight…here on me.” James did his best to try and maintain his apparent nonchalance; Brooke was chopping her hand right around the middle of her breast.

“And I’m talking like, the top of his head,” Brooke continued. “I went straight up to him at the punch bowl…uh, you know, it was that kind of party…”

“Mhm, I’m familiar,” James chuckled. Brooke cracked a smile at him as she continued; she had been immersed in her story, but James’s little aside brought her briefly back into the present. James was fairly sure at this point that Brooke thought he was cute…and maybe that she had some sort of other feelings for him. But he knew he was in the thrilling, torrential midst of an interaction with her, so he reminded himself not to draw any conclusions and just to go with the flow.

“And so I come up to this little guy,” Brooke went on, “And his back’s turned to me, and I stand close to him and tap him on the shoulder…a-and…hahaha, oh god…he turns around and he’s staring straight into my upper stomach!”

“Oh…wow!” James exclaimed. He was just gonna let her keep talking…that was the safe thing to do. His cock was almost fully erect now. This kind of thing had never, ever happened to him before in his office. But this young woman was just different.

“Yeeeah…and I’m wearing this crop top,” Brooke giggled, “So he’s got this full view of my abs.” She paused for a moment and looked at James, almost sheepishly, as she put her hand on her stomach. “And, you know, being an athlete and all, I’ve…I’ve got some abs…”

“I bet you do!” James laughed. Just the way that Brooke had said it…she wasn’t even bragging. It was so cute.

“And so he’s staring right into them,” she sighed, shaking her head ruefully, “And then I see his eyes start to travel up…and he has to look up at my, uhm…my breasts…”

“Mhm,” nodded James. He wasn’t even bothering to try staring down at his notepad anymore. He was pretty certain that the red flush in his cheeks was visible to her, but at this point he just didn’t care. Brooke was opening herself up like this in a beautiful, carefree way, and so the least he could do was just relax a little.

“And then he finally makes eye contact with me,” Brooke continued, “And I just…I get this feeling…” Again, she stopped and looked at James. With a little interior throb, he realized that she was definitely blushing. Noticing that helped him relax even more, as he reminded himself that he was here to help her.

“You don’t…mind if I get a little explicit, do you?” she ventured. The way her big blue eyes were looking at him…James halfway thought that she was just teasing him, testing to see what his response would be. But she was so genuine that a little teasing touch only made her that much more alluring.

“Oh, no, please!” James replied, spreading his hands, “You can talk about anything you want in here.”

“Okay…thanks,” Brooke answered with another self-conscious grin. “It’s just that I’ve never really told anyone about this feeling I get sometimes, when I’m around shorter guys.”

“Shorter guys?” asked James. He sounded appropriately calm, right?

“Well, yeah, unfortunately taller guys just stride up to me and think I’ll swoon over them just because they’re as tall or taller than me,” Brooke remarked, abruptly changing her tone and rolling her eyes. “It’s been the same ever since I was 6’0 in the sixth grade, and the older I get, the more obnoxious it becomes.”

“Oh, is that right?” asked James.

Brooke nodded, shaking her head again, but this time in wry humor. “It was already old in seventh grade and it’s definitely old now…I’m actually kinda mean about it sometimes, but some of these guys need to get used to hearing the word “no” and learn how to deal with it.”

James didn’t know quite how to answer, and so he gave an appreciative shrug as he nodded his head, clearly impressed with her attitude.

“I know that probably sounds harsh,” Brooke added, wincing at herself, “And it’s not all tall guys, just…most of them, heheh…but anyway, so this short guy!”

“Oh yes, the short guy!” laughed James.

“So he’s staring waaaaay up at me, past my tits…I mean breasts, heh, and I just get this feeling, you know…down there.” She spread her hand out and circled it around her crotch.

“Huh…so you got aroused?” James asked.

“Super aroused,” Brooke replied, her eyes widening at the word “super.” “And like I said, this kind of thing’s happened before. It’s this…heat, you know? That starts all around here and spreads out to my entire body.”

“Woah, so you, you get really aroused, then?” James remarked. He knew he was just repeating stuff she had already said, but he knew that he had to somehow indicate that he was following along in the conversation.

“It’s crazy,” Brooke answered, barely above a whisper now. “I feel like my whole body’s on fire.”

There was a brief pause, and their eyes locked. There was no question about it now – James could tell her cheeks were flushed, and he knew she could see that his were too. And even though Brooke was telling a story about someone else, James was fully aware that she understood the connection that was going on, the mutual attraction, between the two of them. She blinked and turned her head slightly to the side, angling it downward while keeping her eyes locked on him – the effect was that her eyes became that much more penetrating.

‘She knows exactly what’s going on,’ James thought. ‘Exactly.’

“And then…” she continued finally, after blinking away the shared intensity of their exchange, “I can tell that the little guy is super-intimidated, and I try and lighten things up by saying ‘Hey there cutie, wanna pour me a cup?’”

“Oho…a-and, and how did he react?” James asked, grateful that Brooke had taken the initiative to continue.

She gave a regretful smile, in which James detected a bit of a self-deprecating smirk.

“He opened his mouth to say something, but…nothing came out,” she replied, sighing. “And after choking on the air for a little bit, he turned around, tried to run away, tripped over his own feet, aaaaand…face-planted straight into the punch bowl.”

“He didn’t!” James cried, putting his hand over his mouth.

“He did,” Brooke laughed, nodding her head emphatically. “And that’s my problem James…err…Mr. Cooper. Haha damn, why do I keep doing that?!”

“You can call me James,” he answered, almost immediately. “I’m not really much for lording my seniority over my, uhm…my clients.” At this point, it felt strange to him to call Brooke a “client,” even though that’s exactly what she was. He already felt like they shared something more. But again, he breezed by all these feelings in his head, determined to keep the interaction normal.

“Mmm, okay…James,” grinned Brooke, “Like I was saying, that’s my problem! Almost all the tall guys are obnoxious, and the ones who aren’t are still scared of me, and the tiny guys who I’m really into…like, uhh…like my little punch bowl sweetheart…they can’t even exist around me without tripping or falling or choking or trying to run away. And that’s so frustrating!”

“Yeah, I hear you, Brooke,” James nodded, “I totally hear you. That really does sound frustrating. But you know, even though it seems tough now, you’re not doing anything to sabotage yourself. I know it sounds hard, but you’ve just gotta give it some time.”

“Ugh, you’re right, I know,” Brooke sighed. “Right now it just seems like there’s…there’s no one. No one who wouldn’t freak out if I showed any interest in them.”

“You know, it’s kinda like the self-care you’ve been doing,” James observed, “You’ve given yourself the time to care for your needs, right?”

“Mhm,” Brooke nodded. She had crossed her legs again and had put her big hands in her lap, clasping them together. James thought he saw her knuckles getting white…was he imaging that!? He had to keep pushing; he had hit upon a nice idea to try and make her feel better.

“So maybe…see this challenge as another opportunity to give yourself some time,” James continued, making sure his voice was gentle and understanding as he spoke. “In a different way.”

Brooke was silent for a moment. She stared off through the window for a few seconds, and then looked back at him. The afternoon sun was coming in through the blinds, reflecting in golden spangles off her blond hair. But even through the bright glistening light, James could see those bright blue eyes trained on him. He could tell that she was impressed.

“You know,” she murmured, “I never would’ve thought of it that way. Giving myself time.”

“It might be kinder to yourself to think of it that way,” James smiled, “And a little more…you know, empowering, active, and I know how you like to feel active. Rather than “waiting” on some guy to get his act together, you’re just giving yourself time…and…and maybe giving some…short little guy some time too to get his head on straight.”

Brooke’s mouth cracked open in a broad smile, and she suddenly leaned back, bursting out laughing, so that James saw the pearly white horseshoe of her upper teeth. She slapped her knees with both hands, sending a loud double “smack” across the office. James had never seen her laugh like this, and it warmed him to his toes. She was adorable…she really just let herself go, laughing. It was precious. And he had made her laugh like that.

“Ahahaha!! Ohhh…oh James…yes! Yes, exactly that!” Brooke burst out, leaning forward in her chair, again making herself look that much bigger. “You have no idea…this is sooooo helpful to me! You really have a gift, helping me see things new ways.”

“Well I’m so glad I can help,” James replied. “And just know that I’m not saying all this to blow smoke up your you-know-what.”

“Ohhhh, so modest,” Brooke teased, baring her long, manicured fingers and clawing the air towards him.

“Heheh always,” James chuckled, “But I mean, really, like I said, just give it time. I know that there are guys out there who will not only accept you despite your size, but will actually be…attracted to it.”

“You think so?” Brooke asked. James didn’t know if she was being coquettish or authentic, or some combination of both.

“I know so,” he stated emphatically. He knew that he was caught between a rock and a hard place, trying to reassure Brooke while not outing himself. It was very difficult for him to hide the fact that he was exactly the type of guy he was talking about. The silence between them deepened, and Brooke blinked slowly…lusciously toward him, her mouth twitching upwards in a close-lipped smile.

“Well,” she said softly, glancing up at the clock. “I think my time is up.”

“Oh is it?” James asked. “Haha that’s my bad, I totally forgot. Same time next week?”

“Same time.”

Brooke stood up, lugged her book bag onto her back and stood by her chair. Still sitting in his chair, James was again blown away by how gigantic she looked. She almost seemed to fill up the entire office. And then, he saw Brooke hold out her hand. He quickly jostled himself in his chair, hoping that his erection was pointed down his leg enough to not be obvious…he knew what Brooke was doing…she hadn’t done this last time…she was making him stand up, making him stand in front of her.

“Thank you so much, James,” Brooke said warmly. “I hope you don’t mind, I just…I wanna shake your hand. I feel so much better already.”

“Of…of course, Brooke!” stammered James. He got up out of his chair and ambled over to her, reaching out his hand as well. The closer he got, the huger she seemed…until he found his hand enclosed in the soft warmth of hers. She squeezed, her hand totally encompassing his, making it feel tiny, minuscule, totally overpowered. James was looking straight ahead at the middle of her taut stomach. Through her tight white shirt, he could make out the sexy outline of her abs; her massive thighs towered like pillars beside him, going all the way up to his shoulders. Each of them had to be almost as thick and wide as his waist. And then he averted his eyes, staring up at her breasts, which hung over his head. Brooke gave a soft chuckle high above him and took a step back, still clutching his hand, so that she could see him.

“Wow,” she giggled. “You’re smaller than my little punch bowl sweetheart.”

James forced out something like a croaking laugh and shrugged. In that moment, he couldn’t speak.

“You know,” Brooke breathed down at him, leaning over slightly so her golden hair spilled out over her shoulders, “I’m sure you’re aware of this, but…hupostolephasia patients can benefit from weight training. Improved prognosis for osteoporosis complications.”

“Uh-huh,” James nodded, finding his voice. “I had read that somewhere, I think.”

“Mmmm, well, I work out Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays at the Rec Center,” Brooke said, finally letting his hand go after squeezing it tenderly one last time. “Around 3pm.”

“Oh you…you do?” James could hardly believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah,” Brooke said gently, tenderly…but with a little spice of something thrown in there. High above him, James could see the glint in her blue eyes, before she turned and gave him an eye-popping view of her gigantic ass, shoulder-high to him, as she left his office with a few parting words:

“Just thought I’d mention it…ha, who knows, maybe we’ll run into each other!”

Chapter 3

Over the weekend, James did his best to go about his business without focusing too hard on the dramatic life alterations that were looming before him. With this hupostolephasia diagnosis, and the inherent uncertainty of having such a poorly-understood disease, all James could do was live out the positive, proactive habits that were associated with a better prognosis. He made sure to get a good night’s sleep; he ate a caloric and protein surplus every day; he went on walks that got his heart rate up. He even (though feeling slightly ridiculous) followed through on a suggestion in an academic paper he had read, performing hanging grips on a horizontal metal bar in his garage, three sets of 45 seconds each afternoon. This exercise actually hurt his hands, and was very difficult, but there was some indication in the paper that habitually stretching out the spine and the body’s tendons correlated with a more positive prognosis…aka, less shrinking. But being 5’6 initially – already on the shorter side for men – James knew that, whatever he did, it was likely that his prognosis wasn’t what he’d like it to be. He was well aware that it was a real possibility that he would shrink down at least 1 foot…2 feet…and possibly even more. By the end of the weekend, he had already dwindled down to 5’0 even, and had lost some more muscle tone as well. He knew that he had every right to feel angry, depressed, and discouraged about what he now faced down the road.

And yet, strangely, James couldn’t even pretend to feel sorry for himself. The truth was that he didn’t actually feel bad at all – yes, his shrinking was an inconvenient annoyance when it came to reaching things, adjusting his car seat, finding new clothes, and trying to predict how far in advance to buy smaller sizes. Doors were heavier…everything was heavier. He had to take more steps going around the block, and walking to his car. He had to take more trips with the grocery bags. But aside from these minor aggravations, James was feeling…almost giddy. The sun seemed to be shining brighter, and everywhere he looked, whether it was at random people shopping, the grass, or the trees swaying in the breeze, the world itself seemed more colorful, richer…gladder.

James was under no illusions why he was feeling this way. It was all because of one person: Brooke. Ever since their most recent meeting in his office, James was having a difficult time thinking of anyone, or anything…but her. He had decided that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met – ever seen! And not just that, but she had the absolute best figure, the best body, that he had ever encountered. Before laying eyes on her, he hadn’t even thought it was possible for a woman to look that sexy. The fact that she was nearly 6’5 was only the beginning. Those legs…the way they moved when she walked…it was like the perfect combination of sheer size, strength, and feminine flesh. One of her thighs easily had to be nearly the size of his waist at this point...maybe even bigger. Her hips were gargantuan and thick, the perfectly-sculpted shape to support her monumental figure. Her ass…oh my god…James couldn’t even think of it without getting hard. To think of all that squeezed into those tight volleyball shorts!? How on earth was anyone supposed to pay attention to anything else!? To say nothing of those massive breasts…good grief. It was almost absurd to think of how perfect her body was.

But James couldn’t even claim that Brooke’s body was her main selling point. The best thing about her was…well, just…her. She was amazing! Surpassingly intelligent without the toxic ego, hardworking, self-deprecatingly humorous, fun-loving, lighthearted, and…caring. He couldn’t get that look on her face out of his head, when he had told her about his diagnosis, and how he planned to meet the disease head-on with a good attitude. Those big, blue eyes of hers had almost gotten misty…he still wasn’t sure if she had been about to cry or not…but what he did know, without a doubt, was that she cared about him. Even beyond the question of physical attraction (which he knew they shared mutually, just from the feel of the eye contact in his office), James found himself fixated on how much this big, tall, gorgeous young woman cared about him. It was quite disarming and discombobulating. As a well-adjusted adult who worked in a professional, respected occupation, he wasn’t at all accustomed to feeling so staggered by one person, especially one of his college-age clients. But Brooke Hinson was different, in every way.

There wasn’t any question about it at this point: James knew that Brooke was attracted to him. After all, she had straight-up told him that she was aroused by shorter guys, and that she was literally waiting for one to come her way who wasn’t intimidated by her size. And then – the real kicker – right before she had left, she had told James exactly when and where she worked out, clearly with the intention of encouraging him to “run into” her out in the world. That was what had really done it, in his mind. Whenever James tried to convince himself that Brooke wasn’t really into him, and didn’t really want him to pursue her, he would think back to that moment, in his office, when she stood there looming over him, her massive hand enveloping his, as she bent down and stared straight into him, smiling and winking at him as her golden hair spilled over her shoulders. And the way she had purposefully turned to give him that view of her ass…!

‘Yeah,’ James thought, ‘There’s no doubt…the attraction’s mutual.’

The longer the weekend dragged on, the more James thought about her. It got to the point when, Sunday night, he fell asleep and dreamed all night about Brooke…he was in a field that lay in the shadow of a huge mountain range with snow-capped peaks, and the field was covered in the most beautiful expanse of red poppies. James had been picking the flowers, snipping them in the middle of their stems and fashioning them into a gigantic bouquet. There was a strange, shadowy breeze that swirled against his face, which sometimes blew thick clouds over the sun, threatening rain. But each time he began to grow afraid, a ringing, rumbling female laugh would echo out across the sky, from somewhere beyond the mountains, where James couldn’t see. He knew it was Brooke…and every time she laughed, the dark clouds instantly dispersed, melting away at the sound of her voice, and revealing the shining sun behind them. James was beginning to sweat as he picked more and more poppies, swelling the bouquet to absurd proportions – as big as him…bigger than him! He wanted to make sure it was enough. But then…

THUD…THUD…THUD

The earth beneath him began to shake. He knew that she was coming. But he wasn’t ready for her yet! He didn’t have anywhere near as many poppies as he wanted for her! But there didn’t seem to be anything he could do.

BOOM…BOOM…BOOM

The heavy footfalls grew closer, resounding out in booming roars, and the earth shook even more, knocking James off his feet as he fell on his back in the poppy field. And then, from his supine position, he saw the golden blond crown of Brooke’s head appear over the top of the tallest snow-capped peak…and then her blue eyes, squinting down at him affectionately, and then her long, elegant, elegant, alabaster neck, and then those gigantic breasts. The booming footsteps stopped, but that sound was soon replaced by another, even louder sound – Brooke was leaning slightly forward between the two tallest peaks, their summits even with her chin, as she put her gigantic hands down on both mountains and gripped them eagerly. The mountain tops crumbled like dust under the strength of her fingers, sending avalanches down either side.

“For MEEEE!?” Brooke asked ecstatically, and James knew that she was talking about the 6-foot-diameter bouquet that was smaller than a grain of sand to her.

“All for you!” James cried up to her, standing up and spreading his arms wide. His world darkened as Brooke reached down into the valley towards the bouquet, her cheeks visibly blushing with delight high up in the sky. But James suddenly grew afraid again…it was too dark…her hand was too big…the avalanches were getting closer…the earth was rumbling again. Was it raining!? Brooke was laughing, and he was caught up in a whirlwind of flowers, warm flesh, and jagged ice.

James shuddered awake, lying there staring up at his bedroom ceiling in the dark. For several minutes James just lay there, breathing hard, trying to sort out exactly what the dream had meant.

‘It didn’t mean anything,’ he told himself, trying to calm down. ‘Just that…she’s been on your mind.’ After half an hour or so he managed to curl back up and go to sleep again. At this point, it seemed like a foregone conclusion that he would be going to the gym to seek Brooke out.

But when Monday came, there was still something holding him back from going to the gym. As someone with professional integrity, James didn’t feel entirely right trying to meet up with Brooke in the real world. There was something unethical about it. As her therapist, he occupied a position of power over her, and pursuing any kind of a romantic relationship from that high position was a breach of –

‘Oh please,’ he thought to himself, shaking his head as he sat in his office chair. ‘Quit kidding yourself. I’m not in a position of power over her!’ Yes, he had helped her through some difficulties, and yes, he had offered her some useful advice, but there was no way he could pretend like he had any power over this young woman. If anything, she was the one who had taken the reins and openly hit on him during that last session. Still, though, as long as he was seeing her in his professional capacity, he didn’t feel exactly comfortable chasing this bombshell genius student-athlete.

James glanced at his clock – it was 2:30 pm, 30 minutes before Brooke would be at the gym. He had purposefully seen all his Monday clients earlier in the day, and he had the rest of the afternoon free. Looking down in his lap, James was reminded that he was wearing gym clothes – just in case, he had dressed like this before coming in today. The short warm-ups and t-shirt fit him perfectly, as he had bought them only yesterday to fit his newly-shrunken frame.

‘Oh come on,’ he thought to himself. ‘You’re dressed for it…you’ve planned your day around it…just go do it!’

It was hard, though! He was afraid – afraid of shooting his shot and missing, afraid that Brooke was going to think he was ridiculous, afraid that she was going to see him going out on a limb and draw back. Sometimes earnestness could be perceived as unattractive, after all.

But James couldn’t sit there for long. After five more minutes of agonizing, he stood up, sent his secretary home early, locked up his office, and headed straight for the gym. Since it was relatively close to his office, he got there at 2:50. James had never been to the college gym before, and so he was a bit confused, swiping his ID card to get through the turnstiles. But after a couple of failed attempts, the screen glowed green and he was beeped inside. There were already a good number of people inside, lifting weights, doing the rowing machines, bouncing medicine balls, and running on the ellipticals. James felt slightly intimidated, especially since the majority of these people were college-age men…the majority of them clearly athletes who probably played college sports. But, looking around, he saw that there were also plenty of young women too. It was probably a 65-35 breakdown between the genders.

‘Geez,’ thought James. ‘Everyone looks good here.’

There was no sign of Brooke, though. James didn’t need to look around for long to decide that she wasn’t there yet. She had a way of sticking out, so to speak. Even the tallest, biggest guy there was probably “only” 6’3, 240 or 250. Brooke probably weighed at least 250…and maybe more. She was so strong and thick…

‘Okay, quit standing here like an idiot,’ thought James. He was here to see Brooke, yes, but of course he should be working out too, right? It was good for his prognosis. But he hadn’t lifted weights in a while, and felt a bit scared to start cold like this. He had to warm up, anyway – and so he got on one of the treadmills and turned it on to a light jogging pace. After a couple minutes, he started to warm to his task, and actually began to enjoy the fact that he was working out again for the first time in forever. The only thing was that the treadmills faced away from the gym entrance, and so he had no way of knowing when Brooke came in. A couple times, he looked over his shoulder to see if she was there yet, but each time he didn’t see her. An idea suddenly struck him:

‘She might be looking for me when she comes in,’ he thought. ‘And if she sees me and wants to talk, she’ll come up to me. So…now that I’m here…the ball’s kind of in her court.’

His anxiety was slightly assuaged by this thought, but it was still hard to jog in place with his back turned to the entrance. His heart was beginning to beat faster, and not just from his warm-up. Any minute now, she would be walking in. Brooke was the type to be on time, especially when she had told him exactly what time she’d be there.

‘But she’s not meeting me here,’ thought James to himself as his eyes focused in on the treadmill animation, which was rather close to his face since he was now only 5’0. ‘We didn’t actually agree to meet up…she just told me what time she’d be here, that’s all. Maybe she’s gonna be running a little late. Or maybe she’s already seen me and is regretting telling me about her –’

But James’s thoughts suddenly vanished like smoke when he saw, out of the corner of his right eye, a huge, sleek thigh step onto the treadmill next to his. A giant thigh, in tight black spandex, almost even with his chest…his eyes traveled upward instantly, and he turned his head.

“Hey, hey there!” Brooke beamed down at him. Her brilliant blue eyes looked even brighter outside his stuffy office, and the wavy spills of her blond hair seemed to throw the sunlight off itself in sparkles. James was smiling stupidly from ear to ear, taking in the fact that his eyes were now just below Brooke’s huge breasts, which pressed out from her big chest into a black spandex sports bra. That was it – that was all she was wearing: a sports bra that barely contained her giant breasts, a pair of spandex that was stretched to the limits by her ass, hips, and thighs, and a pair of spiffy workout shoes that gave her an extra 1.5 inches. She was almost 6’7, and the sight of her incredible body was too much to take in all at once – James focused on her face.

“Hi!” he practically squeaked out, or so he thought. He had no idea how he sounded; it was impossible not to feel small next to her. She had already started her own treadmill, and was walking at a slow, steady pace, slower than James’s light jog.

“I wasn’t sure if I was too upfront in your office,” Brooke smiled, her huge ass, hips, and thighs all jiggling insanely as she slow-walked on the treadmill. “But obviously I wasn’t!”

“N-No! Haha, uh…no you weren’t,” stammered James. He hadn’t been breathless a minute before, jogging casually on the treadmill, but now he certainly was. Being this close to Brooke out in the world was enough to take his breath away. But…her outfit…James couldn’t even wrap his mind around her body. His eyes were scanning over her exposed stomach now, and with a weakening, syrupy-sweet jolt, he realized that she had abs…a whole six-pack…that was somehow perfectly etched into her fleshy, voluptuous midsection. Something glinted at him from her belly button…a silver piercing…good grief. She was still slow-walking, grinning down at him, and for several moments James was incapable of saying anything more. He knew that he was making his astonishment – and attraction – blatantly obvious, but he simply could not disguise how blown away he was.

“Well I’m sorry if I seem a little chipper,” Brooke said brightly, her huge, manicured hands gently holding onto the treadmill rails, “But I really wasn’t expecting to see you here, and when I glanced over in the corner…” – she tilted her head downward and flashed those beautiful blue eyes knowingly down at him – “I just had to come over and join you.”

“Yeah, ahaha…yes,” nodded James, having no idea what to say as he continued struggling to take her in. But the words came soon enough. “I mean, it was…I was thinking about it over the weekend…what you said about how exercise, uhh…”

“Correlates with a better prognosis?” offered Brooke graciously. It was clear that she knew exactly what was going on, and was enjoying it. But it was also clear that she didn’t want to lord herself over him too hard.

“Exactly,” said James thankfully. Strangely, even though he felt like he was absurdly outmatched and outclassed by Brooke, the more he talked with her, and the more eye contact they shared, the warmer he felt, and the more he felt his courage grow. Even though Brooke unquestionably radiated power and confidence, whenever she was talking to him, he didn’t feel the intensity of her aura directed at him. Rather, it seemed to envelope him…to caress him, to pull him closer.

“So what’d ya plan on working out today?” asked Brooke cheerily, filling in the silence that James had left.

“Oh! Ha, I…you know I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead,” laughed James, reddening slightly with embarrassment. He knew that he was basically admitting that the main reason he was there was to see Brooke…but, of course, she knew that already, didn’t she?

“Thought you’d just wing it when you got here, huh?” quipped Brooke, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek as she reached out, beeped her screen twice, and started to jog on her treadmill. James knew that she was being gracious, not wanting to embarrass him by pointing out how obvious it was that he had come to the gym just for her. But he was again having trouble formulating coherent thoughts now that Brooke’s voluptuous, feminine bulk was now shaking and jiggling with extra urgency, now that she was actually jogging.

“Yeah I don’t really have any idea what to do here,” chuckled James, “Now that you mention it.” He noticed that his setting was “3/20,” and that, despite the ease of his pace, he was already beginning to tire. Glancing over to Brooke’s screen, he saw that hers was already set at 7/20. She had only beeped twice…which meant that, at her easy walking pace, her treadmill had been set at 5/20. Faster than he was going now…and yet she had just been leisurely walking, like it was nothing. James suddenly became aware that he was very aroused, even though, in the back of his mind, that had been a given as soon as Brooke had joined him. But he was actually aware of it now.

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” Brooke declared happily. “I’ll be your trainer!” She cleared her throat, affecting a serious tone of voice, even though the twitches at the corners of her mouth gave away her self-mockery. “My credentials are: I’ve been working out seriously for 5 years, I’m a Division I athlete, and I was the Junior female state champion in the squat and deadlift.”

“W-Wow…!” was all James could manage to say through his laughter. He knew Brooke was being silly, but he was also impressed with her accomplishments. He also had a sneaking suspicion that Brooke had ulterior motives in divulging this information. She wasn’t one to brag, and that wasn’t the tone she had – no, she was telling him these things because she knew it would excite him, that it would turn him on. And she was right. “Well then I know I’m in good hands.”

“It’s only fair, isn’t it?” Brooke observed. Her screen now said her speed was 10/20, but to James she looked like she was still barely even jogging. “You helped me get my mental health straightened out, and I help you work out! Makes total sense.”

“Total sense,” nodded James. Brooke had now increased her speed to 15/20, and for the first time he got a good look at her actually…in action. She was truly running now. The voluminous, meaty flesh of her body jiggled and bounced around, crazier than ever, and yet, at the same time, she looked totally streamlined and purposeful, running with perfect form, pumping her strong arms back and forth as her long, huge legs worked like a machine beneath her, never skipping a beat. James had to turn off his own treadmill, since he was already out of breath, and for the next minute or so he just watched Brooke running there, reminding himself not to gape. She was just so impressive, so competent, so in charge of herself. He had the vague understanding that a lot of other guys in the gym were staring at Brooke…and then staring at him too…a few of them with something like disapproval in their eyes. James understood – to them, he was this 5’0, slight, skinny man, new to the gym, who was just unabashedly staring at the bombshell D-I amazon who came to the gym all the time. From their perspective, it was bad manners, or…something else. James really didn’t know. The thing was, though, that he simply didn’t care. He knew Brooke wanted him to watch her.

“There we go!” breathed Brooke after another minute or so, slowing down her pace. Her face was now the slightest bit flushed and rosy…if it was even possible, she looked even better. “Just a little warm-up before we do our squats!”

“Squats?” asked James, blinking.

Oh yeah,” Brooke grinned down at him, stepping down off her treadmill and putting her hands on her hips, facing him. “Squats.”

James was still standing on his treadmill, which gave him an extra 4 inches, but he was still staring straight into Brooke’s nipples. They were clearly erect, pressing through her tight sports bra. He blinked again and looked up at her; their eyes met. They both could tell how aroused the other was…and they both reacted by smiling stupidly, nearly breaking out into laughter.

“Haha I can barely even tell I’m standing on something,” James chuckled, gesturing to the treadmill before looking back up into her face. “I…uh y-you have a way of making me, uhm…”

“Feel small?” smirked Brooke, arching her eyebrow. She beckoned with her big hands, and the next thing James knew, she had wrapped them around both of his upper arms, easily going all the way around with room to spare, as she gently pulled him off the treadmill. “Here,” she said softly, “Let’s see how you measure up to…oh…”

Now that they were both standing on the floor, on even ground, the truth was clear: James was staring straight forward into the upper part of Brooke’s exposed stomach. He saw her abs ripple and flex as she took a series of deep breaths, her huge breasts inflating above his head. He felt her giant hands slowly, lovingly caress his upper arms, remaining there for long moments…far longer than any normal, flirtatious touch. She was going straight in for him; and he was here for it. In this moment, James thanked his stars that his workout pants were baggy.

“How…how tall are you now?” asked Brooke throatily, finally letting his arms go with a final, sensual caress. James took a step back so he could see her face above her breasts. Her cheeks were even more flushed now…not from her warm-up, James knew.

“I’m 5’0 even,” he replied, his own voice sounding almost alien out loud. It was ridiculous how aroused he was right now…how aroused they both were. Brooke’s mouth twitched up into a smile, and she blinked rapidly a few times. There was a sort of caring sadness in her eyes, but at the same time, something exciting to James – she looked almost…hungry. And far from frightening him or making him feel uneasy, it fuelled his own fire that was burning in his loins. If there hadn’t been anyone else in the gym, he was sure that they would have started making out.

“5’0…” Brooke murmured, nodding slowly. She brought her massive hand down gently on top of James’s head, palming it completely, and softly threading her big fingers through his hair. “Yeah…I knew you looked shorter.”

But this treatment only lasted a few seconds. Brooke was sighing out and taking her hand away from his head just when James began to close his eyes and enjoy it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she laughed, wringing her hands out in front of him. “I just…I can’t keep my hands off you, James. You are…the cutest, most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re, uhmm…” James began to answer immediately, but the words caught in his throat. What on earth was he supposed to say!? Especially after Brooke was this up-front with him.

‘Just be honest,’ he thought to himself suddenly. ‘If you’re honest with her, nothing can go wrong.’

“And you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he heard himself say.

Brooke blinked, and her mouth opened in surprise as she put her hand up against her chest, above her huge breasts. She looked genuinely touched.

“Awww, Jamessss!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows creasing upwards as she bent down towards him. “You make me feel so good. And you are…precious.” She extended out a long, manicured finger and touched him on the nose. He wrinkled it up, feeling almost like a child, and they both laughed as she straightened back up.

“Okay! So!” Brooke announced, changing gears and taking charge as she rubbed her hands together. “Squats!”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Brooke helped James with his form, since the last time he had squatted was in a high school PE class. She made sure he warmed up well, starting with the bar only, then with two 25-lb plates on each side. For reps, she had added two more 10’s on each side, so that he was squatting 115. James knew this was very light, especially compared to all the weight the big male athletes were squatting around them. One particular guy, with straw-blond hair, who looked quite tall and ripped (and who had looked over at Brooke more than a few times) was squatting with four 45-lb plates…on each side of the bar! But James reminded himself that none of this was important – the only thing that mattered was him and Brooke and their weight rack. What had he told all those clients he had before, who were struggling to adopt a workout routine? The gym is a place for internal encouragement, not external discouragement…or something cheesy like that. But it was true, though.

“Goooood!” clapped Brooke, after James had finished his third set of 115, repped 5 times each. “You were barely even straining there at the end! And you kept your knees from bending inward – nice work!”

“Thanks,” breathed James, his heart hammering away like a drum in his chest as he stepped away from the racked bar. “But I think that’s it for me today. I can already feel like I’m gonna be feeling this tomorrow.”

“Oh you definitely will,” chuckled Brooke, leaning on the weight rack. “We’ll have to make sure to get plenty of fluids into you. Oh, and a good night’s sleep too!”

“Definitely,” panted James. “So, uh…aren’t you…uh…aren’t you gonna lift too?”

“Sure am,” Brooke grinned. “But first, I’ve gotta ask, James…just out of curiosity, what’s your weight now?”

“Right now?” he asked.

“Not to make you self-conscious!” Brooke said quickly, holding up her hand. “I was just…you know, curious.”

“No, no, haha, it’s fine,” he said. “And, uh…let’s see, I weighed myself this morning. You know, doctor’s orders, keeping a journal of my size and all…I was…117, actually.”

“Wow, 117!” Brooke said, impressed. “So you just basically repped your body weight for 3 sets, and you haven’t squatted in years! That’s great, James!”

“Y-yeah, well…” he chuckled, still panting a bit. He saw that Brooke was taking the smaller weights off both ends of the bar, and dropped the plates down beside the rack, like she was going to use them again. Then, quite effortlessly, she grabbed a 45-lb plate and slid it onto one end, and then did the same to the other end…135 pounds.

“Wait,” James said, “Aren’t you…I mean, gonna warm up too?”

Brooke had been expecting the question, and her grin was telling.

“This is my warm-up, James.”

She busted out 10 reps like there wasn’t any weight on her back at all. When she racked the bar, she wasn’t even breathing heavily.

“Just slowly working my way up,” she said, winking down at him, before sliding two more 45’s onto the bar. 10 more reps like she was simply standing up and going back down, without any hint of strain or effort…and then she slid on two more 45’s.

“315!?” James gaped.

“Just gonna rest a minute before this next set,” Brooke smiled at him. “I think I’ll do one set of 6 with this, and then take it on up to 405 for 3 sets of 7.” She was speaking casually, but she had her eyes carefully trained on James’s face. After a few seconds, her full lips were smirking down at him.

“You like hearing that, don’t you?”

James thought that he would have grown somewhat accustomed to Brooke’s up-front flirtation, but she had caught him off-guard again.

“I…y-yeah,” he stuttered, smiling up at her sheepishly. “I do.”

“Mmm I like saying it to you,” Brooke hummed. “Watching your reaction.” She smacked her thighs playfully, sending them shivering and jiggling, despite the deep, meaty thudding sound they made. James privately wondered how much a single one of her legs weighed. Maybe even close to his own bodyweight. How much did SHE weigh!? He wanted to ask her, but couldn’t quite work up the courage at this point. He knew she wouldn’t mind, and would probably enjoy it, but he…he was still developing his own cadence around her. He didn’t want to rush anything. He wiped his brow, which was already slick with sweat.

“Remember, hydration is important!” Brooke said. Realizing that James hadn’t brought a water bottle, she pointed over toward the bathrooms. “There’s a water fountain right over there – go get yourself a niiiice deep drink.”

“Okay, yeah!” nodded James, “Thanks for reminding me!”

“Of course,” smiled Brooke, squinting her eyes down at him. “Cutie.”

James felt like he was in a daze as he walked to the water fountain. Again, he perceived other people watching him, maybe even whispering about him, no doubt because he was “the guy” with Brooke, but once more, he hardly even cared about any of that. So Brooke was coming onto him. Hard. There was no question about that now. And he was one hundred percent receptive. The only question now was how he was going to ask her out to lunch, or dinner, or…whatever it was going to be. Asking Brooke Hinson out on a date….a week ago, he would have looked upon this situation with professional disapproval. Dating a client!? No way. But a lot had changed since then. And, in any case, hadn’t Brooke used the past tense when describing how he had helped her? If she didn’t come to any more appointments, then she wasn’t his client anymore.

All these thoughts were swirling around in his head as he got a deep drink of water, just like Brooke had told him to, and as he walked back to their weight rack. But then, he nearly stopped dead. That tall, muscled guy with the straw-blond hair…was talking to Brooke. He was standing there by her weight rack…their weight rack…leaning against it, with his arm held up, obviously showing off his big bicep. This guy was good-looking…very good-looking, and huge – he looked almost as tall as Brooke, maybe exactly as tall, and even though her legs, hips, and ass were a LOT bigger than his, he had the slight edge over even her upper body. James swallowed a painful lump down his throat. This dude just oozed “alpha energy,” and all of a sudden, those happy plans in his head of asking out Brooke were vanishing in the air like smoke. He didn’t have a chance against a guy like this. There was just no way…

But James brushed all this aside. He wasn’t just going to stand there staring at them speaking to each other. If anything, Brooke was a friend who he was working out with. He had to at least act normal. But as he approached, the guy’s confident, masculine voice jarred his ears:

“...know that it’s hard finding people who can keep up with you, haha! Trust me, I understand. How about you come out with me to dinner tonight? We’ll turn a bunch of heads, you and me.”

“Haha I’m sure we would,” laughed Brooke good-naturedly, showing absolutely zero discomfort. “But I’m already going out to dinner tonight…” – she pointed straight to James – “With this man.”

Chapter 4

Later on that night, James lay in his bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. His head was spinning with the events of the evening, and, in a way, he was grateful for this moment of calm and stillness that allowed him to actually process what had just happened. Brooke had essentially…well…taken him out to dinner. James had to chuckle at himself, thinking back to earlier in the day, when he had been stressing about how exactly he was going to ask Brooke to lunch, once it had become clear that she was hitting on him…hard. But it turned out, true to Brooke’s form, that James didn’t have to make the first move – she had been the one to ask him out...and right in the middle of being hit on by some gym stud! Her confidence had been striking; she hadn’t even “asked” him out. She had just announced to the guy, straight-up, that she was going to dinner later, with James.

‘Heh that’s just…that’s just Brooke’s style,’ James thought to himself, smiling up at the ceiling in his bed. ‘She doesn’t really beat around the bush.’

Dinner had been a lovely affair, and, somehow, strangely casual and relaxing. James would never have thought that he could have been so easygoing on a “first date” like this one, particularly a statuesque bombshell like Brooke, who, in her 6-inch platform heels, stood at nearly 6’11, nearly two whole feet taller than his 5’0. He had been eye-level with the middle of her stomach as she led him in, arm-in-arm, making sure to walk slowly so that he could keep up with her. That bright silver dress she had been wearing…and the way it matched with those blood-red platform heels and the long, elegant, voluminous spill of her wavy blond hair…James had made sure to dress up smart in his khakis and a nice shirt with a collar, but he couldn’t help but feel utterly outclassed and outmatched by Brooke. She looked stunningly, almost fearsomely gorgeous. But she was so relaxed, and so happy, and so effortlessly natural in her conversation with him, that James had soon forgotten that Brooke was “out of his league.” It was obvious that she liked him, so if she felt that way, that was good enough for him!

They had spent the time chatting animatedly, cracking jokes, talking about James’s job, and Brooke’s classes, and her volleyball, and even some about James’s condition. Brooke was careful to show the appropriate amount of concern and respect for the difficulty he was in, considering his recent hupostolephasia diagnosis, but by the end of the night, it had become clear to both of them that, despite the condition’s seriousness, they felt a kind of strange attraction to their size difference.

For one thing, several times during dinner, Brooke had actually made a point to compare herself to James. One time, in the middle of their conversation, she had simply reached her huge hands across the table, taken James’s hands up, and compared the size of her palms to his. The difference had been staggering, with her fingers rising at least 2 full inches above his…and she had made a point to hold the comparison like that for a few seconds, as her eyes sparkled down on him with delight. Staring up at his bedroom ceiling now, James could still hear her sexy, deep feminine voice:

“Oh my god…James…just look at that! Hahaha oh wowwwww…look at how much bigger my hands are! And, haha, not just my hands – look at how tiny your forearm is compared to mine!”

Brooke had seemed to take a special pleasure in these comparisons, and, far from putting him down or making him feel bad about his small stature, James felt strangely invigorated by her particular attention. There was nothing negative about the way she was comparing herself to him – no, it was more like…a way of expressing tenderness for him, a way for her to communicate that she was paying attention to his body…and that she liked what she saw. For James, it went without saying that he liked what HE saw. And Brooke knew it too. One time, right before dinner was over, she caught his eyes traveling down to her huge ass, which easily covered her seat, and then some, actually spilling over the edge on both sides.

“You ogling my ass?” she had teased him, winking playfully, before extending her hand and giving her left butt cheek and almighty smack. Several people in the restaurant had turned to look, but Brooke couldn’t have cared less; she had just been trying to get a playful rise out of James, and she had succeeded – his mouth had dropped open when he saw the massive ass cheek shaking and jiggling in response to the smack…the rippling movement made her ass look even huger.

“Uhh…y-yeah,” James had laughed, shaking his head as he stared down at her ass shamelessly, “I was…and now I REALLY am.”

Lying in his bed, James remembered how Brooke had leaned back and laughed, a deep, musical, playful laugh, a laugh that communicated that she didn’t care who was watching them or what they thought – the only thing that mattered was that she and James were enjoying each other.

“I can’t remember…” James suddenly muttered aloud to himself in his bedroom, his eyes still staging up at the ceiling, “When I’ve ever felt this…natural…with someone. And to think…she’s a freaking college student…who was one of my clients! Goodness gracious.”

He had told Brooke that if they were going to keep seeing each other, then he couldn’t see her in a professional capacity anymore, for obvious ethical reasons.

“Well…” Brooke had smiled down at him, standing outside her dorm room, right before James dropped her off at the end of the night, “That’s fine…as long as you promise to still lend an ear of comfort when I’m crumbling under the pressure of my craaaaaazy college life.”

“Of course, Brooke!” he had laughed. “I…I mean, I’ll…I’ll always be there to lend an ear. Whenever you need. That is…uhm…”

He had suddenly started blushing. It wasn’t like James to get this nervous – he never really had trouble with confidence, but something about standing there next to this gorgeous, vivacious, brilliant young woman, after a wonderful date, staring slightly UP at her breasts as she loomed over him…it had all hit James at once, and it had suddenly occurred to him that maybe she had wanted him to kiss her before she went into her dorm. But Brooke, smirking down warmly at him, had seemed to know exactly what to do.

“That’s all I needed to hear, James,” she had breathed down at him, snaking her huge hand around his chin, directing his face up as she had gracefully bent slowly down, parted her lips, and planted the most luscious kiss on his lips that he had ever experienced in his life. And she hadn’t broken away from it quickly, either – for several long, voluptuous seconds, she had held the kiss, softly, tenderly massaging her plush lips into his, easily dominating his mouth, but in a curiously delicate way that wasn’t overbearing, but still unquestionably dominant. When she had finally parted and stood back up to her full height, James’s eyes were practically fluttering as he stood there, completely enveloped in her towering shadow, intoxicated by her in every way.

“Goodnight James,” she had smiled warmly down at him, “And…you’re gonna come to my game tomorrow?”

“Of course I am,” James grinned, recovering himself enough to answer. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else! I’m so excited to see you play!”

“Well I’ll make sure to reserve a seat in the front row for you,” she winked down at him, turning to leave. “Just so you can get a nice up-close view of me.”

And with that, she had turned and sauntered into her dorm, with James gaping at her thick, sexy legs, her swerving hips, and her bouncing ass that quivered and shook with each step she took.

“Jesus, James…” he muttered again out loud to himself, later on in his bedroom, as he finally turned to the side and closed his eyes, “What’ve you gotten yourself into? Can you handle her!?”

James had been so excited and aroused all day long that now, at the end of the day, he was totally exhausted. As often happens with new romances, however, he found that it was difficult to fall asleep. Images of Brooke’s warm, smiling, gorgeous face kept popping up in his mind, bigger and bigger; he thought over and over about how huge her hands had been compared to his, about how massive her wrist and forearm were…both lengthwise and just in general thickness. He thought about her long, strong legs, her big breasts, and, of course, her gigantic ass. Her deep, feminine voice, somehow light, chatty, and girlish while being profoundly sexy and erotic, kept echoing in his ears. She was double-majoring in nutrition science and biology, with a minor in French…taking seven classes a semester…good grief and that wasn’t even considering that she was captain of the Raging Bulls volleyball team, which was top 5 in the national rankings…the game tomorrow…James actually started getting nervous – he really wanted her to do well! He had never been to a sports event at Lowland University, even though he had been a counselor at the college for years. But he knew enough to understand the enormous amount of pressure placed on the team, and on Brooke in particular. She had her own ESPN profile, with dozens of articles written about her. And somehow, in the midst of all her classes, in the middle of the huge NCAA tournament, she had decided to start dating this little 5’0 man who had this bizarre shrinking virus. In a matter of months, or maybe even weeks, he would probably be 4’9, or even 4’6 if the disease progressed quickly.

In the dark of his bedroom, all these thoughts coalesced in James’s mind, beginning to swirl in on themselves. Even though he was a trainer counselor and therapist, he could feel himself beginning to get overwhelmed with everything. It was easy, in the midst of all the craziness, to concoct a narrative in which Brooke gradually lost interest in him as he got smaller and smaller.

‘I mean, just think about it,’ he thought to himself, turning over on his pillow, ‘She’s basically a 6’5 bombshell…star athlete, obviously brilliant…she can get anyone she wants. So why me!?’

But even as he noticed this negative, nagging voice in his head, James just kept coming back to Brooke’s beautiful face, and the way she smiled at him. And as a more mature man who had been through several long-term relationships, he found that it actually wasn’t too hard to brush off that naysaying voice. Brooke was so warm, so…genuine. If he really thought about how she behaved around him, James couldn’t even pretend to doubt her affection. For someone who was only 20 years old, it was almost unbelievable how mature and self-assured she was. Even though he was twice her age, there was no doubt as to who was “leading the dynamic,” who was dominant.

‘She already liked me a lot,’ James thought, finally beginning to feel himself slipping towards sleep, ‘But when she learned I had the shrinking condition, instead of it turning her off to me, it kind of…well…yeah! Turned her on. Even more. And I’m just going to be getting smaller, and at dinner, the look on her face…like, she was concerned yes, but there was also something else there in her eyes. An excitement. She’s going to look so huge. My god, what’s it going to be like around her when I…when I shrink all the way down under four feet and…and…’

But his thoughts had been softly swept away in a river of forgetfulness as James finally drifted off to sleep. His dreams were full of dark, foreboding shapes condescending around him, constricting him, filling him with a sense of anxiety, and even dread…but at some point, he had realized the presence of something far off on the horizon, an immense shape…a feminine presence, and a warm glow emanated from her, dispelling all the shapes crushing in on him and filling him with a tender warmth. He had tried to look up at her, whoever it was, but she had become so radiant, like the sun, that he had to turn away. And then, in his ears, like huge golden bells, rang the sound of deep, female laughter.

James woke up feeling slightly groggy, which had become the norm ever since his condition had manifested. The sunlight was already streaming in through his blinds…Saturday…when he didn’t need to set an alarm. He lay in bed for a few minutes, the sound of that huge, feminine laughter still ringing in his head; there was no doubt where it came from, who it was.

“I’m going to her volleyball game today,” James spoke out loud to the ceiling, chuckling and shaking his head to himself. He could still hardly believe that all of this was happening. Everything had moved so fast. But he had to remind himself that the whole “relationship,” if he could even call it that yet, was still in its infancy. He just needed to take each day as it came, and not let it totally dominate his thoughts. And so the first thing in his routine was…measuring himself, per doctor’s orders. Standing up against the height chart a minute later, James felt a bit of a throb go through him when he turned around to see that he was now 4’11. So it was official – he was under 5’0 tall, maybe forever. But strangely, despite the obvious distress that this new measurement should have caused him, the only thing he could really think about was that Brooke was going to look one inch taller to him. And far from being insecure or unhappy about that, he found himself feeling excited.

Brooke’s game was at 2 in the afternoon, so James had plenty of time to shower and eat a late breakfast before heading down to the volleyball court, which was in the indoor arena in the middle of campus. Feeling a bit silly, James had made sure to dress himself up a bit, and to “spritz” himself with some cologne, even though he knew that, in all likelihood, Brooke wouldn’t even have time to talk to him. But he wanted to look good for her, despite the fact that his khakis and polo shirt were noticeably looser on his slight frame.

‘Brooke won’t care,’ James reminded himself as he looked up and down his figure in the mirror. ‘She’ll probably actually think it’s cute.’

About half an hour later, James was walking into the arena, and even before he had gone inside, he had felt himself starting to get nervous. He hadn’t quite realized how big of a deal the Lowland University Raging Bulls volleyball team actually were; he had known that they were ranked within the “Top 5” in the nation, but he had never actually been to a game before, to witness what that prestige meant. He could see it all now. Hundreds of people were tailgating outside the arena, with popped-up canopy tents dotted all about. There was so much energy in the air – people were laughing, drinking, playing beer pong, and animatedly discussing the upcoming match. Pregame coverage blared out on dozens of portable radios, and more than once James caught the mention of “Brooke Hinson,” which of course made his ears perk up. Her name was thrown around by the announcers more often than anyone else’s, and actually…as James looked around…he realized that a number of people were wearing their replica volleyball shirts in support of the team. Some had the name “Rodriguez” plastered across the back, a few had “Gable,” and a few others had “Mitchell.” But by far the most common jersey name that James saw was “Hinson.” By the time he walked into the arena, and saw the thousands of people who were already filling the arena seats, chanting the team’s songs, he felt perceptively anxious.

‘She’s a star,’ he thought to himself, staring around in amazement as he watched the arena fill up, and felt it pulsating more and more with expectant energy. ‘She’s like…big time…who the hell am I to be sitting courtside for her?’

James knew that these kinds of thoughts were just insecure naysayings, and so he tried to put them out of his head. After all, Brooke had chosen to reserve him a seat, right? Speaking of which…how did that work, again? He felt his heart beating a bit quicker as he walked up closer to the court, sidestepped the Raging Bulls mascot (who was also wearing a “Hinson” jersey, and was on a ladder, doing an impression of one of Brooke’s spikes over the net), before an official-looking woman with an earpiece came striding up to him. She wasn’t that tall, around 5’8…but to James, she looked quite big.

“This is the courtside exclusive area, sir,” she said, not quite rude, but certainly with an edge to her delivery. “Unless you have a seat reserved I’m gonna have to ask you to keep it moving.”

“Oh…oh yes, I’m sorry,” James replied, smiling sheepishly, digging into his pocket for his phone, and then pulling up the e-ticket Brooke had sent him. “Just kinda…you know, a bit overwhelmed with the energy of this place.”

“Mhm, it certainly gets rowdy,” the woman said, leaning down to examine his ticket (which included the words “Hinson VIP”). She blinked and looked James up and down for a moment, almost as if she was now realizing that he was, in fact, a well-dressed middle-aged man.

“Hinson VIP,” she said, nodding as her eyebrows went up. “Best seat in the house. You ever been to one of these before?”

“No, it’s my first time!” laughed James.

“Well, you’re in for a treat today,” the woman declared, her serious-looking face breaking into something of a grin. It was almost like she had realized what was going on…had Brooke mentioned him to her?

“Here sir, let me escort you to your seat,” the woman said, beckoning him to follow her. Less than a minute later, James was sitting in his reserved courtside seat, his feet swinging a little in the air, feeling decidedly nervous as he realized just how close he was going to be to all the action. He was…right there. The court’s touchline was no more than six feet away. And all around him, the seats were filling up more and more, with people getting louder and louder, as the expectant tension built up inside the arena. James had to laugh at himself a little for how anxious he was, for Brooke, mainly…just imagining how much pressure she must have been feeling at this moment. It was one thing for her to talk to him about the demands of being on a “Top 5” NCAA volleyball team – it was quite another for him to witness firsthand the craziness of an actual game environment. James found himself thanking the stars that he never had to work under this kind of pressure; he felt like it was enough to break him.

And, just then, the away team was announced (the “Mountain State Golden Eagles”) came jogging out onto the court, to pronounced boos from the crowd. The young women lined up on the touchline as their names were called, and even though they were on the other side of the court, James could see how tall they were. The tallest one, according to the stats on the big arena screen, was 6’7, more than 2 inches taller than Brooke – but unlike Brooke, she was quite skinny.

A minute later, the announcer ramped up his voice and introduced the Raging Bulls team, and the noise in the arena rose to a steady, roaring din as the home team ran out onto the court, except this time, it was one by one, with each girl running through a tunnel of her teammates before standing on the touchline right in front of James. They were…quite large, with many of the girls well over 6 feet tall. Even the ones around 5’6 or 5’7 looked strong and well-built, the smallest of them easily outweighing James by 40 or 50 pounds.

After the first six girls were announced, James realized that Brooke’s was probably going to be the last name called. Everything seemed to be building up to her, and when the announcer exclaimed “Brrrrrrrrroooooooke…Hiiiiiiiiiinnnnnsoooooonnnnnnn!”, the noise in the arena rose to hitherto unprecedented levels. James found himself standing up and clapping energetically along with everyone else, but when he saw Brooke run through the tunnel of her teammates and out onto the court, he felt himself go slack-jawed. This was the first time he had ever seen her decked out in her red and black volleyball uniform, and the effect was striking. All the girls on the court were obviously athletes, and obviously in fantastic shape. But even though James was no athletic expert himself, he could tell that there was something different about Brooke.

To begin with, she was one of the taller ones on the court, with only two or three players standing higher than her…and even then, not by much. But Brooke was just…bigger…bigger than everyone out there. Her legs were thicker, her arms looked bigger and stronger, and her ass put the rest to shame. And since many of the other players had smaller breasts, Brooke’s huge rack stood out even more. Her uniform was so tight that it almost looked like her glorious body was about ready to burst straight out at any moment, making it so that every movement she made came with an eye-popping, fleshy bounce and jiggle all around. And as the cherry on top, in a fashion choice that made James unexpectedly even more enthralled, Brooke had braided her long spill of blond hair into cornrows, which lent an aggressive sharpness, an edginess, to her appearance.

‘She’s so huge,’ thought James, as she jogged towards him, clapping her hands to the crowd, soaking up their energy. ‘So…fierce!’

It was remarkable how confident she looked, how energetic and assured in her movements, and James could tell, even from a distance, that for Brooke, the 20,000 people inside the arena were nothing to be afraid of – instead, they were a weapon…a weapon she was going to wield against the other team. Before joining her teammates on the touchline, she went to the center of the court and did a few slow turns, hyping up the crowd with her arms, and they responded instantly, yelling and cheering even louder. After the noise levels had reached her desired levels, Brooke nodded, smirking, and strode over to the touchline, joining her teammates right at the end of the line. At first, James thought that there was no way that Brooke was going to acknowledge him in the midst of such a crucible of noise and lights, but he felt his heart jump into his mouth when Brooke looked directly at him, sticking her tongue out to the side in between her teeth as her smile widened, and pointed straight at his chest. James managed a little smiling wave, which Brooke returned with a very slow and deliberate kiss, which she blew in his direction. A couple of her teammates turned and looked back at him, obviously intrigued, and when they saw him, they bent their heads together, talking amongst themselves and looking back at him a few more times. But it was difficult for James to pay attention to anyone else but Brooke, as she strode straight up to the touchline, six feet away from him, and turned her back, joining her teammates as everyone remained standing for the national anthem.

James was certain that it was no coincidence that he found himself staring right into the middle of the number “5” on Brooke’s back, with the white “Hinson” sprawled out more than half-a-foot above his eyeline. She had to have known exactly where he’d be sitting. This is what she wanted – to treat him to a prolonged view of her backside, right in front of a packed arena, while she stood there, towering over him. When the national anthem was over, Brooke huddled up with her team, giving them an animated pep talk before starting the team cheer that broke out with a resounding “BULLS!” The substitutes went over to the bench, and Brooke, who was taking the first serve, walked over toward James, gesturing to the referee, who was about to climb the stand in front of the net, for the ball. The referee looked to be an average-sized man, around 5’9 or so, and the black and red ball had looked normal in his hands. But when Brooke caught it, the ball suddenly looked a lot smaller. Standing close to James, she palmed the ball effortlessly, her huge hand easily covering half the ball’s surface area, as the crowd cheered her on behind him. Clearly this was all part of her pre-game routine, designed to further energize the crowd. James was watching her, admiring her charisma, and he was suddenly shocked when, in the midst of all this, Brooke stepped up to him and bent down low, so that her face was only a foot or so away from his.

“You like my necklace?” she asked, her voice somehow rising up over the raucous sound of the arena. James hadn’t noticed it before, but his eyes were now drawn to something gold and glinty dangling between her breasts. There was a little trinket on it, and James felt his mouth open as he realized what it was: a little man…a tiny little golden man.

“Y-yeah…” James breathed up at her, nodding. “Yeah…I like it.”

“Mmmm it’s you,” Brooke grinned, tickling the underside of the “man’s” feet with her fingers, making him bounce around in midair, before straightening back up to her full height, still palming the ball. “Get comfortable, James. I’m gonna put on a show for you.”

Chapter 5

James could do nothing but gape as Brooke winked down at him, her immense form towering high above as she straightened back up, the tiny golden man trinket glinting playfully in between her enormous breasts. The 20,000-person arena vibrated with raucous noise and energy, anticipating Brooke’s first serve of the match, but to James, with Brooke standing there smirking above him, palming the volleyball as she cast him completely in her shadow, time seemed to slow to a grinding halt. Even all the chants and cheers seemed to blend together in one amorphous, dissonant blob. All that mattered in this moment to him was Brooke. James hadn’t even thought that she would notice him there in his courtside seat, or, even if she did, that she would acknowledge him. But she was doing far more than that right now. Everyone in the arena was waiting for her to serve and begin the game, and yet here she was, purposely delaying the first serve, just so that she could loom above James and soak up his awe.

Slowly, with deliberately erotic intention, Brooke brought the little golden man trinket on her necklace up to her lips, and, staring directly down at James, she kissed it.

“For good luck!” she chuckled down at him, letting the tiny man fall back in between her big breasts as she bounced her eyebrows up and down at him. The next moment, James was staring straight at her gigantic ass as she turned on her heel and strode confidently up to the touchline, where she held the ball up, letting the crowd steadily build up their “Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” chant before she finally served the ball over the net, with the crowd finishing up with “Rage!!” which James recognized as a play on the “Raging Bulls” mascot. Brooke’s serve was fast and powerful, and the opposing players from Mountain State were unable to field it cleanly. The ball bounced off a Golden Eagle’s hands and shot off into the crowd. The crowd roared as the referee blew the whistle, signaling a point for Lowland University.

James clapped hard, absolutely delighted with Brooke’s display of power. The way that her body shook and jiggled with her movements was absolutely mesmerizing as she took the ball again in one hand, smirking, clearly used to getting points directly on the first serve. James watched as Brooke served again, and this time he hardly even noticed that the poor girl in the opposing team’s corner was knocked on her ass by the power of the incoming ball – he was too busy focusing on Brooke and her every movement. Just the way that she gave a slight hop when she served, the way her strong arm flexed as she brought it hammering against the ball, the way that her boobs seemed to dance underneath her tight uniform…it was all almost too much for James, and he could tell that he was already starting to blush, just from watching her.

He thanked his stars that his pants were a little oversized, now that he had shrunk down to 4’11 – otherwise, his erection might have been clearly visible to the players, to the crowd in the arena, and to the many people watching the game on TV (since, of course, it was being filmed). As it was, his roomy khakis hid his erection, so James felt free to fantasize about Brooke as she continued in her impressive show of dominance. It wasn’t until she had scored 7 points for her team directly off her serve that the Golden Eagles finally managed to handle what Brooke was dishing out, as they wrestled a point back, much to the chagrin of the crowd. Apparently, from what James could gather from overhearing some people behind him, Brooke had once won an entire set on her serve alone, an almost unheard-of occurrence at this level of college volleyball. But Mountain State had a good team, since Brooke “only” managed to score 7 points in a row on them.

“I think she’s regressing!” joked a fan behind James.

“Yeah, why are we not starting this game a set up like usual?” laughed another.

The more side talk James heard from the crowd behind him, the more he realized that Brooke’s dominance, which was plain to see in this game, had actually been MORE pronounced in other games.

“Yeah, but Mountain State’s in the top ten,” explained one fan behind James to someone else, “So of course she’s not gonna be able to run the whole set…7 straight points on a single serve is embarrassing enough for them!”

As the game went on, James almost thought that he enjoyed watching Brooke defend more than attack – it was incredible to see her huge, lithe, strong body poised, with her thick thighs bent as she crouched down in anticipation near the net, only to leap up in a forceful, dynamic display of power as she blocked shot after shot from the opposing team. Her form was impeccable, and James was in awe of how gigantic her hands truly looked when she spread her fingers wide to block the shots.

But whenever James thought that he preferred Brooke’s defense, so would remind him what his favorite move of hers was: the spike. It was clear that the Raging Bulls had a strategy when they were receiving the ball: lay it up for Brooke whenever possible. And James (and the rest of the arena) would watch in awe, everyone holding their breath, as Brooke seemed to move like a huge, agile cat up to the line, performing an impressive leap while thundering her hand down directly into the ball, sending it screaming down, inevitably scoring a point. James could literally feel the deep, vibrating smack of Brooke’s hand hitting the ball, and when it hammered down onto the court, he could feel the impact rippling through his feet.

‘She’s a force of nature!’ he thought, realizing that his mouth had gone dry from hanging open for so long. ‘She’s just…no one else moves like her! Someone that big shouldn’t be able to move like that…it’s nuts!”

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the Raging Bulls won the first set, 25-5. James gathered that this was quite a lopsided score, even when compared to the high expectations of the crowd. The arena was positively buzzing with energy, and James could see that Brooke seemed to be soaking it all up, using the crowd’s excitement to fuel her own performance. It was incredible to him that someone who was so obviously self-confident and, just so…in command of her surroundings, could have struggled with stress to such an extent that she had actually sought out HIS help.

‘But come on, James,’ he thought to himself, having to adjust himself a bit in his chair so that his erection wasn’t pressing up against his leg, ‘I mean…she’s a human being, after all! It’s not like she’s a…a goddess or something!’

But as he continued to watch Brooke during the second set, James found himself sinking more and more into a fantastical reverie, where he really was thinking of Brooke as a goddess….and a GIANT goddess at that. Or, more specifically, he was fantasizing about shrinking down, down, down, far smaller than he was now, and what she would look like to him then.

‘Because I might actually get that small,’ he thought, watching Brooke powerfully spike another ball that landed with a thud on the opposing team’s court, right on the line, impossible to defend. ‘Since I have this condition, I might actually shrink down as small as that little trinket man between her breasts…oh my god…!’

He began to vividly imagine what it would actually be like, if he did indeed shrink all the way down to two inches or so, and what it would be like if Brooke attached him to her necklace, to wear as her living, breathing “good luck charm” for her games. He could only imagine how hot her breasts were, now that they were a good half-hour into the match. All the girls were sweating, even Brooke…but, even though she obviously had the most impact on the game, she seemed to be sweating less than everyone else. James could just make out little dark dots of sweat on her tight jersey. He thought about what it would be like to actually dangle from her necklace, right in between those plump breasts, getting hotter and hotter with the intensity of the competition, and what it might feel like when she leapt up in one of her signature spike moves. He could feel the powerful thud of her arm impacting the ball NOW, at his current size…

‘But just think how intense it would feel,’ he thought, awestruck, ‘If I was two inches tall, in between her breasts, when she did that…it would be earth-shattering!’

The second set was a bit more difficult for Brooke’s team than the first set, simply because the Golden Eagles had quickly adopted a strategy where they would have three of their own players mimic Brooke’s every movement, to try and prevent her from completely taking over the game. But even still, after only a few minutes, the score was already 10-4 in the Raging Bulls’s favor.

“They’re trying to stop her!” laughed a fan behind James, “You’ve gotta give em’ props! They’re trying!”

“Pssssh yeah,” retorted another fan in response, “But trying is the first step to failure. They’ve got no shot at stopping Hinson. She’s too strong!”

James had to agree – even though Brooke wasn’t scoring as many uncontested points in this set, there was no doubt that she was still dominating the game. Even when the opposing team’s game plan revolved around stopping her, and her alone, they just couldn’t make it happen. They even put their towering 6’7 center blocker on Brooke, to try and somehow stifle her strong spikes, but even though this girl was a couple inches taller than Brooke, she was decidedly less athletic, and couldn’t jump nearly as high. Time and time again, Brooke simply spiked the ball over her head, to the delight of the crowd. And every time her team scored a point, Brooke spread her big arms out in celebration, striding to the middle of her team’s court as she led her team in a quick “group-hug” that was more like a rallying gesture, to keep the energy up. Often, right after this gesture, Brooke would glance directly over at James, grinning broadly, one time even lifting her arms up and flexing them, as if to say, ‘Enjoying the show, little man?’ All he could do was smile back from ear to ear, feeling a bit silly as he enthusiastically gave her a thumbs-up sign.

As the second set went along, it was increasingly obvious that Brooke’s team was going to win the whole match. It was 18-6 before James even thought to look at the score again. He was too busy enmeshed in yet another fantasy…only this time, his shrinking hadn’t stopped at two inches.

‘What if I…just kept getting smaller and smaller!?’ he thought, becoming more and more excited. ‘Until I was even smaller than a tiny ant?’

It was easy to get totally lost in this fantasy, and James felt himself becoming even more aroused as he thought about how colossal Brooke would look if he were that tiny. He would be clinging to her tight shorts, no bigger than a couple millimeters, essentially invisible to anyone who didn’t bend down and look closely in exactly the right spot. At that size, Brooke’s thigh alone would have been like a skyscraper, millions of times heavier than him, and its movements would have felt like the entire earth itself was shaking, even if she was just walking. James felt himself longing to be that small, to be nothing more than a tiny little speck of a man on Brooke’s volleyball shorts, clinging onto her as she made spectacular play after spectacular play. The TV cameras wouldn’t even pick him up – no one would notice him. Even after the game, when Brooke would no doubt be interviewed on national TV, the reporters and viewers wouldn’t even know that he was there. But Brooke would know…and, true to her playful self, she would tailor-make her comments to tease him, all without anyone knowing.

‘What keeps me so dominant?’ she would laugh in response to the interviewer’s question, glancing down at her thigh and winking down at James clinging there, before smiling back at the cameras. ‘Oh, simple…I’ve got a good luck charm! My own little secret…and he keeps me going.’

‘He?’ the interviewer would laugh. ‘Who’s this “he,” Brooke? You’re about to break a lot of hearts right now, I can tell you!’

But she’d just close her eyes and shake her gorgeous head, those fierce-looking cornrow braids tossing left and right, as she put a long finger up to her lips and gave another wink, this time to the camera.

“Oh shit, look out!!”

The fans behind James were suddenly yelling, jerking him out of his daydream. He shot his head up, just in time to see Brooke diving towards him, her huge body arcing gracefully in the air, before reaching a huge arm out to make a spectacular save, directly in front of him. Her teammate volleyed the ball back over the net, scoring a point, and the arena burst into applause at Brooke’s athletic play. James, though, was momentarily paralyzed. Brooke lay stretched out on the court, almost at his feet, and when his eyes found her face, he saw that she was smiling up at him knowingly. He almost expected her to say something up at him, some sort of funny quip…it would have been just like her, in the midst of all the adulation in the arena, to crack a joke to him.

But Brooke didn’t say anything – instead, she elegantly folded her massive body up into a sitting position in front of him, and then, slowly, majestically, with stunning, regal confidence, her eyes never leaving his face, she rose up to her feet, towering over James a moment later as she stared down at him, her face nearly expressionless. And then, she brought those huge hands up and put them on her hips, positively looming high above as she copped a very public pose for him. Her serious face was all part of the presentation for him, and James knew it – she was wordlessly saying: ‘Well, what do you think, little guy? Are you impressed?’

It was an incredible display of power, Brooke just standing there like that in front of James, hands on her hips, staring down at him. The seconds ticked by, and all the other players on the court (and the entire arena crowd) had eyes on Brooke, waiting for her to stop whatever it was she was doing and move back into position so the next point could begin. But she just made them wait – for ten whole seconds – as she posed for James…and then, suddenly, her face blossomed into a bright grin as she speared her tongue into the inside of her cheek, smirking, almost like she was saying, ‘Yeah, that’s right…at a loss for words, huh?’ before bending down towards him and very obviously blowing a kiss in his direction.

The arena crowd now noticed what had been happening, and reacted, some cheering, some booing, and others merely discussing. James, for his part, felt totally exposed and embarrassed, but that feeling only lasted for a few seconds – a bright epiphany had suddenly popped into his head, and he realized that he couldn’t feel intimidated or scared, not even around all those people, if Brooke was there. She was his amazon, his giantess, his…goddess…and as long as she was with him, he literally didn’t care what anyone else thought about him. Even still, though, he couldn’t help but notice what some people behind him were saying, and again, the different voices all seemed to blend together in his ears:

“Did she just…oh my god, she just blew a kiss at that little man down there!”

“Are you kidding me!? That’s her boyfriend??”

“Oh come on, get real, no way that’s her boyfriend – she’s just teasing with him, playing with him!”

“What a lucky little bastard!”

“Why doesn’t she blow a kiss at me!? Hey Hinson! Hinson!! I’m heeeere!”

“Are they…together!?”

“That’s impossible.”

“No, I mean, like, she’s been looking at him all game! And she actually went over to him at the start of the match! I think there’s…I think there’s something going on between them…”

“Ha! In his dreams!”

James registered all these different voices, his face burning red from all the attention at first, but once he had his epiphany, he felt beautifully light and unconcerned, almost like he was floating above the proceedings, out of the reach of anyone who might be envious of him, or who didn’t think it was possible that an amazonian bombshell like Brooke could date someone like him. It was easy for him to keep his eyes fixed on Brooke, watching her crouch in place like a huge, elegant cat waiting to pounce.

The match only lasted five more minutes; the Golden Eagles simply had no answer to Brooke’s domination, and the game was over, in a thumping climax, when Brooke rose up high over the net, her strong body curved in an elegant arc as she reared backward and slammed her hand into the ball, spiking it powerfully down on the opposing team’s side of the court. The ball bounced into the crowd, and the game was over. James found himself jumping to his feet and joining in the raucous, thunderous applause as the home crowd cheered on their team, and, of course, their hero, Brooke. She was in the middle of her team’s celebratory group hug, easy to spot even amidst all those other tall, athletic girls – Brooke was just in a class of her own. James watched as the Raging Bulls shook hands with the other team, and was intrigued when several of the Golden Eagles players seemed to hand Brooke something…what was it? A…black marker? He didn’t understand until Brooke cheerfully took the cap off and started signing their jerseys.

‘Wow…’ he thought to himself, ‘She’s such a big star that even the opposing team wants her autograph!’

Just a few moments later, Brooke was striding towards him, her arms high in the air as she soaked up the crowd’s adulation, thanking them for their support. She seemed to be making a beeline straight for James, but right before she reached him, a TV camera crew got between them, and a reporter (a middle-aged man who couldn’t have been shorter than 5’8) with a microphone began to ask her a series of questions. James realized that his seat happened to be where the post-match interview was done for the “player of the match,” who was, of course, Brooke. Standing so close to the interview, James could hear every word; and even though this reporter looked pretty tall to James, next to Brooke he looked absolutely tiny. James couldn’t help but think how much smaller HE looked next to her.

“And of course it’s no surprise that we have Brooke Hinson here,” the reporter was saying to the camera, “Once again the player of the match. Tell me, Brooke, how do you do it!?”

“Oh well, it’s not just me, you know,” Brooke replied, smiling graciously, her clear, powerful voice contrasting strikingly with the reporter’s. It wasn’t even that he had a weak or high voice – far from it. But compared to Brooke’s voice, it certainly seemed small.

“This is a team sport, and if it was just me out there I’d lose every set – I need my girls all around to support me, to support each other, and that’s the only way that we’re successful. We work as one unit, covering for each other, communicating well, and not letting up each set until the job’s done.”

“You’ve won more player of the match awards this season than any other woman in the entire NCAA,” the reporter continued seamlessly, clearly intent on pushing a certain narrative, “Do you worry that the committee will play politics with the Player of the Year award like they did last year, when almost all major analysts agree that you were robbed of the award?”

“Honestly, with all due respect to the award, I couldn’t care less!” laughed Brooke, spreading those giant hands out in front of her. “I didn’t care last year, and I don’t care this year. I’m focused on one thing, and that’s to win the National Championship. If I take home Player of the Year in the process, great – if I don’t, and we win that championship, I’ll be completely happy.”

“Spoken like a true team player,” chuckled the reporter, “Uh, one last question, Brooke – just a few sets before the end there, right after that spectacular save you made, let me just say…heheh, uh…you paused there for a good long while, and everyone was wondering what you were doing? Can you enlighten us now?”

“Oh I was just showing off,” Brooke chuckled, now turning, in the middle of the interview, to look directly at James. “For a little special someone.”

For the second time that day, James turned red. The reporter and the cameraman both actually turned in the direction Brooke was staring. They weren’t even looking at James, though – instead, they were searching the crowd behind him, no doubt looking for some tall, muscled, handsome young man who was bound to be Brooke’s love interest.

“Oh?” asked the reporter, his eyes darting around the crowd behind James. “A special someone? Heh, I know I’m not supposed to ask, but could you point him out to us? I know lots of people will be dying to know who one of the country’s top athletes is dating!”

James stood there, frozen. It was crazy how close this scene actually was to the daydream he had just been having. Of course, he wasn’t smaller than an ant, but the whole interview, with the cameras and everything else, was eerily similar to what he had been imagining. But the next moment, his mind had snapped back to what was going on in the present. Brooke had strode up directly to him, smiling broadly as she bent down, snaked her big hand up under his chin, and, in full view of the cameras and the entire arena, kissed him deeply on the lips. James was shocked by how blatant her show of affection was, but he had already had his epiphany – no matter what, if Brooke was there, nothing could harm him. So he closed his eyes, as his cock twitched in his (thankfully) baggy pants, and he kissed her back, feeling like he was melting into her embrace as all the arena sounds seemed to coalesce, for the third time that afternoon, into one amorphous blob in his ears. James again registered that some people were cheering, some were booing, and some were just laughing or talking loudly. But none of it mattered…none of it. All that mattered was him and Brooke, right here, right now.

“Mmmm, thanks for that, sweetie,” Brooke breathed down tenderly at him, breaking the kiss a few moments later. “I was just so horny all game, looking at you sitting there with your little legs swinging off that biggggg chair there.”

“Heh, uh, big for me, at least,” James chuckled, which caused Brooke to smile even more tenderly down at him.

“So is…is THIS the man of the hour!?” the reporter’s incredulous voice popped up from behind them.

Brooke reacted instantly, with such speed and skill that left James in awe. Spinning around to face the cameras, she put her arm around James, pulling him into her hip. If there had been any doubt about the true extent of the size comparison between them, it was now put to rest: James’s 4’11 form was absolutely dwarfed by Brooke’s towering, voluptuous 6’5 (6’6-and-a-half with her sneakers on) body, and the way she had pulled him into her left no one in doubt as to who was the alpha in the relationship. And James loved every moment of it.

“Yep, this is my boyfriend!” Brooke announced brightly, straight to the camera, before pointing a long, threatening finger directly at the lens. It suddenly occurred to James that all of this was actually being broadcast on national television.

“So all you other girls better keep your hands to yourselves!” Brooke growled, in a humorous parody of a jealous woman. “You got that? Hands off my man!”

A couple weeks later, James felt like the hoopla around him and Brooke was finally starting to die down a little. Sure, he still got plenty of comments tossed his way whenever he was on campus (most of them congratulatory, but not all), but the news of their budding relationship could only stay in the headlines for so long.

‘And…it literally was in the headlines,’ James thought to himself, strolling down the sidewalk as he made his way to a local cafe to meet up with Brooke for lunch. He cast his mind back to the day after the volleyball game, where images of Brooke smirking and towering over him had been broadcast all across the country…across the world, actually. Brooke had already been a nationally-renowned superstar, but when she had openly proclaimed that James was her boyfriend, the press converged on her tenfold. Headline after headline splashed across the sports world, exhibiting the uneven pair, calling attention to the dramatic size and height difference. Newspapers and websites knew what got “clicks,” and they all piggybacked on the initial interest in the Brooke-James relationship by publishing even more articles that analyzed the nuances of this unexpected union. Some commentators wrote lengthy diatribes about how this relationship was a microcosm of “declining standards of traditional masculinity,” though these more negative takes were drowned out by a flood of favorable commentary, with content creators, opinion columnists, and sociologists alike all praising both Brooke and James for flouting conventional gender expectations and doing what made them happy. In a matter of days, their relationship became a touchstone for all kinds of cultural discussion.

All of this, understandably, had initially made James uneasy – since he hadn’t expected Brooke’s public announcement of their relationship, let alone the voluminous response afterward – but Brooke had let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was safe with her…that she had his back…and that no amount of publicity and talk could get between them and their feelings for one another.

‘That was all she needed to tell me,’ James thought as he rounded a bend in the sidewalk, heading for the cafe on the corner. He could still feel the warm, easy pressure of her huge hands as she had grasped his, gently kneading and massaging them as she stared reassuringly into his eyes. That beautiful, deep blue of her eyes…it was impossible for James not to lose himself in them. It had barely even been a month that he had known her, but already there was not a doubt in his mind that he had fallen deeply in love with her…with everything about her. She was absolutely brilliant, far quicker and smarter than him, even though she was still only a sophomore. It was actually uncanny how mature she was, and even though James had initially felt a bit hesitant to jump straight into the relationship, the more time he spent with Brooke, the more comfortable he felt with the idea of dating this 20-year old. The power imbalance that would have been there between himself and most other young women simply did not exist with Brooke. In fact, if there was a power imbalance, it was most certainly in the opposite direction.

But it wasn’t just Brooke’s high-powered mind that James had fallen in love with. It was her whole persona…the wide, incredible expanse of her personality. He had never met anyone who had been able to reconcile such apparent distincts with such ease: she was imposingly dominant, and liked doing things her way, but at the same time, she was amazingly kind, generous, and tender with him. She was clearly very aroused by power imbalance between their two bodies, and loved to openly tease James and “play” with the power dynamic of their relationship, but she also was very protective of him, and always took extra care to make sure that his newfound publicity – and hupostolephasia diagnosis – weren’t giving him too much trouble.

And, of course, on top of it all, she was…what other phrase was there for her!?

‘She’s an amazonian queen,’ James thought to himself, walking up to the cafe front door. ‘A 6’5, 260-pound amazonian queen who gets off on how much bigger and taller she is than me…and she’s the most beautiful young woman on campus…how did I get so lucky!?’

Of course, James knew that his luck in landing Brooke was a bit tempered by the fact that he had still been diagnosed with hupostolephasia. But, even though he had now shrunk down another two inches (to 4’9) in the last few weeks, he was increasingly beginning to see his illness not as an impediment, but rather as an opportunity, particularly in his relationship with Brooke. They were already incorporating light aspects of “size play” into their intimate time, where Brooke would compare her huge legs to his, or line up her forearms next to his, or make him compare hands with her, laughing in delight at how much her body dwarfed his. And as James continued to slowly shrink, he imagined that this size play would only intensify. Already, now, when the two of them stood face-to-face in their bare feet, James was staring at the underside of Brooke’s breasts…and whenever she wore her 6-inch platform heels (which she did often), he would find himself looking directly into the middle of her stomach.

‘Maybe I was a little freaked out by all that before,’ James thought, now entering the cafe, ‘The idea of being so dwarfed…’ He started getting hard, just thinking about it. ‘But now…especially with the way Brooke plays around with it all…I’m totally here for it.’

His face had brightened into a broad smile, because there, standing in the back of the line at the counter, was Brooke, grinning down at him. As usual, she was wearing her platform heels, and, together with her skimpy jean shorts and white crop top, she cut quite the figure in the small cafe, towering over everyone, male and female alike.

“There he is,” Brooke purred down at him, grinning in kind as she spread her arms out to receive him. The next moment, James felt his face smush up against the warm, smooth flesh of Brooke’s exposed stomach as she hugged him to her, spanning her huge hand across most of his upper back.

“God, do you know how adorable you look in those khakis?” she giggled down at him after he stepped back so he could actually see her face above her jutting breasts.

“Heh, well I’m glad you think that super-baggy looks “adorable” on me,” chuckled James, his cheeks brightening in a blush of pleasure. He raised up his arms, showing how loosely his long-sleeves hit his diminished arms. “I don’t know how much longer I can wear these, though…”

“As long as I say,” Brooke quipped, winking at him before both of them laughed together. A few people in the cafe had whipped out their phones and had started snapping their picture, but Brooke just cheerily ignored them, and James followed her lead, feeling totally safe and secure with her there.

“So…” Brooke hummed, staring up at the menu as they moved forward in line, “We both know that I’m gonna be ordering two whole footlong subs for myself…the usual…but the question is, are you small enough now to be ordering the kid’s combo meal?”

“Hey!” James exclaimed, feigning indignation, even though he loved being teased by Brooke this way, “I’m not that small yet!”

“You’re around the size of a 12-year-old boy,” Brooke shot back, raising her eyebrow knowingly as she smirked down at him, “So you’re riiiight on the cusp…mmmm, shrinking into backwards puberty…I love it.”

But their conversation was interrupted by a special news report that had just come onto the TV in the corner, and the cafe owner had turned up the volume, causing everyone to turn and absorb the new story. The reporter’s voice sounded out into the restaurant:

“And so based on these fresh reports from the National Institute of Health, the CDC has concluded that the hupostolephasia virus is far more prevalent in the adult male population than had previously been thought. And while the Surgeon General has stopped short of declaring the virus a pandemic as of yet, he has urged local governments to begin funneling increased resources toward their public health sectors, as a marked increase in new cases is expected to continue, at least for another month or two, and possibly for much longer.”

Brooke pursed her lips and started nodding slowly, casting a glance down at James as she arched her eyebrow in that way she always did when she was amused at something.

“Well…” she began, “How about that? More hupo infections…what did I tell you, huh?”

“Heh…guess you were right,” chuckled James, who didn’t quite know what to think about this news. He was just amazed at how preternaturally intelligent Brooke was – just two days before, she had casually predicted that the virus was lying dormant in a lot more men, and that it would likely make the news sooner rather than later.

“And what else does this mean?” Brooke asked, putting her hands on her hips as she loomed over him. James blinked up at her, momentarily entranced by how huge and gorgeous she was, but he was finally able to remember what she was getting at.

“Oh…right,” he murmured, his cheeks starting to redden again as he felt his cock hardening even more than it had been before, “The…shrink spikes…”

“Mhm!” Brooke nodded slowly down at him. “More infections in the general male population means that your viral load is higher than the doctors thought, which means that you actually ARE susceptible to those shrink spikes.”

James had known about this aspect of hupostolephasia ever since he had been diagnosed, but, as of yet, he hadn’t experienced the fabled “shrink spikes,” which were acute instances of rapid shrinking, generally two or three inches, that happened whenever an infected man with a high viral load experienced a particularly intense episode of neurohormone excretion, particularly oxytocin during sexual arousal. James had been plenty aroused these past few weeks, but so far, no shrink spikes had occurred, despite Brooke playfully attempting to induce them on several occasions. The spikes didn’t happen with normal arousal – it had to be unusually powerful.

Brooke was eying James curiously, and there was a knowing, dominant gleam in her eye that he had never seen out in public before. He suddenly realized what she was about to try on him, and part of him resisted, hardly believing that she would do something like this in a cafe. But the craziness of it didn’t cause his arousal to go down – instead, her determination only made him harder.

“You’ve got a head start on all these other men, you know,” Brooke began, her soft voice belying her sultry, dominant tone. “Which means that as they start shrinking, you’re just going to keep getting smaller…and smaller…and smaller…at a faster pace.” With each “smaller,” Brooke placed her hand lower and lower on her body, going down to her lower stomach, then to her waist, and then below her waist.

“Brooke…” James whispered, his throat suddenly going dry.

“And with these shrink spikes now in play,” Brooke murmured, spider-crawling her huge hand behind his head and beginning to tenderly scratch his scalp with her long fingernails, “Who’s to say that you’ll stop shrinking at the current record, just under two feet tall?”

She shook her head slowly back and forth down at him, and James was now fully erect. His heart was racing, and his face was beet-red.

“No…” she smiled softly down at him, “No, I don’t think you’re gonna stop there, James…you like being small too much for that…you know what I think? I think you’re just gonna keep getting smaller and smaller, past two feet, one foot…mmmmmm, smaller than the sandwiches I’m about to eat…you’ll just keep shrinking. You’re going to keep shrinking until you’re the smallest little man in the entire world…until I have to carry you around in a little jewel on my earring…”

“B-Brooke…” James rasped. He started feeling strange…a sudden sensation of pins and needles all across his body. Was he about to pass out!? A wave of fear coursed through him, but it quickly subsided. Brooke was there. He was safe.

“Or maybe I should get my bellybutton pierced,” she giggled, “So I can put you in a little golden trinket and attach you there, so you can always have a full view of my stomach…which I knowww you already love looking at.”

James opened his mouth to speak again, but nothing came out. It suddenly seemed that Brooke’s face, and her huge tits, were retreating further from his view, shooting higher up out of his reach.

“The smallest, tiniest, sweetest little speck of a man in the entire world,” Brooke purred, her gorgeous, deep blue eyes going wide with pleasure. “Aaaaaall mine!”

“Gggguuhhh!” James burst out, an involuntary exclamation as, quite suddenly and abruptly, he shrank three whole inches, his body tingling with liquid warm pleasure immediately afterward. The next thing he knew, he was staring slightly UP at Brooke’s bellybutton. His clothes, which had already been baggy enough, were now practically hanging off his body, and he had to reach down and grab his waistband to keep his pants from falling down.

Brooke had been speaking to him so quietly that no one else in the cafe had realized what had happened. But she knew. Staring far up beyond her breasts, he saw her dazzling face come back into view, as she arched her head forward to be able to see him again. Her cheeks were flushed, and James could smell the sweetness of her breath that was coming forth from her open mouth as she breathed heavily, clearly aroused. Very tenderly, she cupped the back of his head again with her huge palm, caressing him with her long fingers.

“James…” she whispered down to him, almost in a moan, “Oh my god…it just happened!”

Chapter 6

A couple weeks later, James was hurrying down the sidewalk, glancing at all the street signs as he kept looking back down at his phone, trying to make sure he was actually going in the right direction. A cool, fresh autumn breeze kicked up, scattering the colorful dead leaves all around him in a festive, rustling whirlwind of red and orange. Stopping briefly at a crosswalk, James sighed out, enjoying the feel of the breeze on his face as he reminded himself that there was no reason to rush. For the first time, he was actually going to visit Brooke in her own apartment, and even though they had been dating for about a month now, he still sometimes could get nervous whenever he was about to do something new with her. The previous week, for example, he had actually felt anxious about the prospect of going to see a movie together – there was no real reason for his anxiety, other than the fact that he hadn’t done any of these “dating things” in over a decade, and felt like he was in over his head with Brooke. Of course, she had recognized his nerves instantly, and had assuaged them by slipping her huge hand directly into his lap in the movie theater once the lights went down.

“Now make sure you pay close attention to the movie, James,” Brooke had whispered in his ear, before lashing his earlobe with her tongue and biting it, “Because I’m gonna be focused on…other things…and I want you to tell me evvvverything that happens, okay?”

“O-Okay!” James had croaked, as he felt Brooke’s long, strong fingers slide underneath the loose waistband of his khakis and circle like pythons around his rock-hard cock. It had been a 2-hour move, and, needless to say, when it was all over, James couldn’t recall a single thing that had happened onscreen.

Back in the present, James smiled to himself as the light changed and he began to walk across the intersection. Brooke was over 20 years younger than him, but no matter what the situation, she had a way of effortlessly exerting control, not in a domineering, authoritative way, but rather in the most natural, easy way possible – it was like she wasn’t even trying. Domination just came naturally to her, and, considering her 6’5, 260-lb stature, James was in no position, and had no inclination, to resist her.

Reaching the other side of the street, James double-checked on his phone and walked up to one of the townhouse-style units that lined the walkway in front of him. This was one of the nicer parts of campus, where a lot of the athletes lived, and, as James was fully aware of now, there was no bigger star athlete on campus than Brooke. Ever since it had become public knowledge that the two of them were dating, he hadn’t been able to walk around without eliciting comments from strangers, mostly congratulatory, though some were of the ‘what a lucky bastard!’ variety. James was almost starting to get used to it, though, as a natural introvert, the attention still rattled him from time to time. He only got addled whenever he was alone, though – whenever he was out with Brooke, he felt completely invulnerable.

“Let’s see…uhhh…Number 7…” James muttered to himself, making sure that he was going up to the right place. The tall red door at the top of the steps was emblazoned with a shining gold “7,” which was directly in the middle of a huge autumn wreath of intricately-woven twigs. Glancing up at the windows, James noticed, through the open blinds, a series of large plants hanging in jute rope baskets, with their green tendrils dangling elegantly down.

‘That’s just like Brooke,’ James thought, nodding to himself as he began to ascend the stairs, ‘The wreath, the plants…heh, she probably wove the wreath herself…and the plant baskets too!’

Right as he got to the top of the steps, before he rang her doorbell, he caught the tail-end of a conversation between two people who had just walked by him on the sidewalk below…and their words made his ears perk up:

“Don’t even know why you’re being like this, Charles…seriously, what guy isn’t infected these days!?”

James turned on the stoop and looked down at a man and a woman walking quickly by, clearly in the midst of some kind of argument. The young woman, looking put-out, was splaying her palms outward in the universal “come on!” gesture, while her apparent partner, a young man, was stomping huffily beside her, his hands buried deep in his oversized pants, looking thoroughly irritated. James immediately registered that the man was about half a foot shorter than the woman.

“Easy for you to say,” Charles grumbled, “It just plain sucks…nothing fits anymore…this isn’t right…none of it is!”

“Honey’s it’s just…it’s just the way things have gone,” replied the woman, obviously trying to comfort him, though sounding like the charade was already starting to grate on her. On a whim, James saw her glance up at him, making eye contact. She swiftly pointed up to him.

“See?!” she said blatantly. “Look at that guy – he’s way smaller than you! His clothes fit – he seems to be doing fine!”

The man stopped, gaping, pointing up at James, who was just standing there, blinking, not particularly enjoying having become the focal point of this couple’s argument.

“Him?” burst out Charles, gesturing aggressively, “Him!? That’s James Cooper, Melanie…he’s dating Brooke freaking Hinson! Of COURSE he’s doing fine!”

“Well excuse me if I don’t keep up with all the latest celebrity gossip!” Melanie shot back, turning away from James now that her attempted point had been foiled. “The point is that you just need to make peace with the whole thing and remember that the infection isn’t terminal and that there are other ways that we can…”

Her voice faded away down the sidewalk, and James uttered a sigh of relief. He turned back towards the door, just in time to see the upper portion of the blinds in the side window moving slightly. James felt a familiar jump in his cock, even as his heart warmed…Brooke…she had been watching the whole thing…of course she had. She was making sure that he was okay…that no one took advantage of him, or bullied him, or was mean to him…not on HER doorstep. Now that he was significantly smaller (4’4 measured this morning!), even for a man infected with hupostolephasia, James could sometimes feel vulnerable in public, an unfamiliar sensation for a middle-aged man like himself. But again, whenever he was around Brooke, that feeling of vulnerability evaporated completely.

Half-expecting Brooke to answer the door straight away, James turned in place, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as he eagerly awaited her greeting. But the seconds ticked away, and she hadn’t opened the door. He didn’t even hear any movement behind the door at all. A bit puzzled, James looked for the doorbell, but, not finding one, glanced up at the door and saw, just below the autumn wreath, a stylish golden knocker. James reached up his arm, standing all the way on his tiptoes, but, try as he might, he couldn’t quite reach it. He thought about jumping, and was about to gear himself up for a leap when he looked down at the concrete floor of the stoop, and stopped. There was a little wooden step-stool, all folded out at the base of the door, that he hadn’t even noticed.

James felt himself getting even harder, as his cheeks flushed and a warm, bubbly sensation coursed through him. This had been Brooke’s plan all along. She knew exactly how tall he was…and how tall her knocker was – she hadn’t invited him over until she knew he couldn’t reach it! And, just to poke fun at him, she had left out her little step-stool as a tongue-in-cheek gesture at him, a gesture that James knew was teasingly sexual. Grinning to himself, he stepped up on the stool, grasped the heavy golden knocker, and let it bang against the door. Instantly, he heard some heavy commotion behind the door, and prepared himself, with a pattering heart, to see the door open up to Brooke’s huge, magnificent form.

But the door didn’t open – instead, James heard a heavy, pressing thud against the other side of the door, and, even though the door was deadbolted shut, he actually saw the thick wood of the door bow slightly outward from the weight that was now being pushed against it.

“Hellooooo?” came a deep, amused, feminine voice from behind the door, far up above James’s head, even though he was standing on the step-stool. “Who iiiiiiis it?”

“It’s me, Brooke!” called out James, standing on his tiptoes for no apparent reason, other than that he was excited and eager to see her. He knew that she was playing with him, and again, he expected the door to open up swiftly, to Brooke’s face laughing above him. But, once again, the door remained closed. James heard a ‘pffffffffffttt’ sound above his head, and he realized that Brooke was leaning her full weight against the door, slowly sliding herself up and down. Even though he couldn’t see her, just the sound of her body moving like this was enough to make him even more aroused.

“Huh…that’s weird,” Brooke hummed from behind the door, “I’m looking out…and…hmmmm…I can’t see a thing!”

James looked up past the knocker and saw, near the inside-top of the fall wreath above his head, that there was a peephole…which, of course, was far too tall for him. He stretched his hand up as high as he could, waving it desperately. He was well aware that this was all part of Brooke’s game, but he still wanted to get along with it so he could see her.

“Look! See!?” he called out, waving his hand wildly as he stood on his tiptoes, “I’m waving! Can’t you see me??”

A few moments of pregnant silence passed. Still waving his hand, James looked up to see if his reach was tall enough for Brooke to notice at least something.

“Uhhhhh…sorry…” Brooke’s voice issued from behind the door, sounding confused. “I can hear a little something…a tiny voice, maybe, but I can’t see anything…how strange! I thought James was coming to see me. Oh well…”

James’s face dropped as he heard Brooke’s body come up off the door, with her heavy footsteps beginning to tread away from the door. He actually began to wonder if Brooke was being serious – that she couldn’t see him at all, and that his voice was faint enough that she could barely hear him. This was, after all, a big, tall, thick door, and he had gotten soooo, so small. A sense of panic seized him, and he stood on his tiptoes again to grasp the knocker, letting it thud back onto the door as he hammered on it with his little fists.

“Brooke!” he called, “Brooke! No, w-wait! I’m here! It’s me!! Don’t go!! I’m –”

But just then the huge deadbolt suddenly snapped open, and James nearly toppled off his step-stool as the massive door swung open to reveal the thick, towering pillar of Brooke’s body. James’s mouth dropped open – he hadn’t really known what he had been expecting, but…she looked absolutely out of this world…her curvy, powerful torso was barely contained inside a bright red crop top which showed off her abs, and, of course, her gigantic breasts that looked like they were about to bust out. A skimpy pair of tight black soffes were wrapped around the huge, thick pillars of Brooke’s thighs, with her jutting crotch level with James’s upper chest. Even though he was standing on a 4-inch step-stool, James still couldn’t even see her face. The 6’8 door frame was too low for her, and, looking down, James saw that was because Brooke had on a striking pair of rainbow-colored high-top sneakers, which gave her 6’5 frame a 4-inch boost. His heart thumping like mad in his chest, James’s eyes slowly traveled back up the magnificent, powerful physique before him, his neck craning upward as he struggled in vain to catch a sparkling glimpse of those gorgeous deep blue eyes he had come to know so well. Instead, he only saw a golden, glinting wink of the afternoon sunlight reflecting off something hanging down from her neck, and nestled in the middle of her voluminous cleavage…the tiny little shrunken man trinket that Brooke now wore with her everywhere.

“Awww, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” came the deep, rich, female voice that washed over James like a warm, soothing wave, “I just had to tease you a little…”

Brooke’s huge body shifted slightly as she leaned down towards him, jiggling the immense flesh of her hips and thighs, and James finally saw those deep blue eyes twinkling down at him playfully as they emerged over the colossal rack of her breasts above him. The next moment, her huge hand reached out, a collection of gold and silver bracelets clinking a light, metallic chorus on her strong wrist, as she effortlessly palmed the top of his head, playfully ruffling his hair. Her bright, loving smile was the next thing to appear as she leaned farther down toward him, her eyes crinkled up in the corners from the tender, playful affection.

“It’s…heheh…it’s okay,” James chuckled, now feeling a bit silly for freaking out. His eyelids drooped as Brooke’s sharp, white-manicured nails began to scratch his head. It felt sooooo good. “I just…I felt really small there for a second, standing on this stool here, and, you know…still hardly able to reach anything.”

“Baby…” cooed Brooke, now cupping his little face in both of her huge hands as she stared down at him, her gorgeous face melting him, “That’s because you ARE really small…” – and here, her eyes deliberately, slowly scanned up and down his body – “Like…my goodness…I know you told me you were 4’4 now, but reading that in a text and seeing it up close are two completely different things!”

She let his face go and stood back up to her full height, drawing a line from the top of his head to where he came up to on her body.

“I mean, just LOOK at this, James!” she laughed. “You’re standing on a 4-inch stool, and the top of your head is still below my boobs!”

“B-But…hey!” James exclaimed, pointing down to her shoes, smiling, “You’re cheating! What are those, like, 4-inch sneakers!?”

“Good eye,” smirked Brooke, taking a step back and throwing her left leg back in a parody “glam” pose, “I saw these online a few days ago and could not resist!”

She crossed her feet and put her hands on her hips as she stared down at him, grinning ear to ear, obviously enjoying the spectacle of him on the step-stool.

“You had all this planned out, didn’t you?” James ventured, blinking up at her as the corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smirk. “Just waiting until I got down to 4’4…and only then did you invite me over…” He stepped off the stool and turned back to look up at the door knocker, before turning back to her, unable to suppress that adorable little smirk. “You measured it all out…didn’t you?”

Brooke put her hands up over her mouth, which had opened in delight upon seeing how short he was now that he had stepped off the stool (his eyes were even with the thick curve of her upper hips). With her face reddening behind her hands, she nodded. James couldn’t help but think that, despite her immense size, Brooke looked positively adorable and…yes…cute, standing there like that, blushing behind her hands like he had caught her red-handed.

“You know me too well!” she laughed, putting her hands up in mock-surrender, before spreading her arms wide open to him. James responded instantly, taking a running leap straight at her. The next moment, he was completely encompassed in her big arms, her big tits squishing out on either side of his head as she laughed and pivoted her body left and right, left and right, so that his dangling little legs swung back and forth in tandem with her leading movements. He closed his eyes, reveling in Brooke’s easy power and strength as she lifted him up like he weighed nothing at all. He felt almost like he was literally melting into the warm, soft curves of her huge body, being absorbed by her larger, dominant organism…a willing victim if ever there was one.

With a gentle jolt, Brooke stopped winging him and hiked him up a little higher, so that his boob-framed face was now staring straight up into hers. Blinking tenderly, she lowered her face down until her lips were an inch away from his. Her striking eyes held him captive, an ocean of deep blue.

“Hi,” she whispered down at him, her lids heavy as she batted noses with his, before her eyes rolled back as she opened her mouth and completely engulfed his mouth in hers. The warm, sweet, syrupy pressure of her lips against his made James even harder than he had been before, as her much-larger tongue gently probed into his mouth, batting his tongue aside as she lovingly lapped at the inside of his cheeks. James could literally feel her heartbeat speeding up as she moaned into him, her eyes still shut as she hugged him harder. For more than a minute, she held him in the air like this, his little feet dangling 15 inches off the floor, as she brought him deeper and deeper into her soft, passionate embrace. When she finally parted lips with his, James was so overwhelmed with the sheer weight and power of her love that eyelids were fluttering.

“Well…uhm…welcome to my apartment!” Brooke chuckled down at him, smiling brightly before setting him back down on his feet and spreading her arms wide. “I assume you want the full professional tour, yes?”

James was still recovering from the kiss, and merely nodded, his mouth slightly agape as he caught his breath. Brooke looked very pleased with the overall effect, and smirked down at him as she put her hands on her thick hips, giving him the time he needed to adjust.

“Sorry…” James managed to say a few moments later, after taking a deep breath and re-focusing his gaze around Brooke’s apartment. “I just…yeah…had to collect myself there for a second.”

“I saw,” Brooke grinned, “I think it’s so cute whenever you get overwhelmed. And, you know, I’ve noticed it’s been happening more often recently…the smaller you get.”

“Huh, yeah,” James chuckled, “Everything’s just kind of that much harder to take in…and around you, I mean…it’s especially hard.”

“Aww, do I make things more difficult for you, honey?” Brooke pouted down at him, stepping closer so that his chin was brushing the waistband of her black soffes. She brought her big hand down, and her long fingers tickled the underside of his chin as she gently inclined his head upward, arching her head over her big, jutting boobs so that she could actually see him.

“That’s…not exactly how I’d put it,” James managed to say, and the two of them shared a knowing laugh.

“Well, so this is it!” Brooke proclaimed a few seconds later, stepping away from James and sweeping her hand out through the air in a faux-grand gesture, “This is where I live! What do you think?”

“It’s actually a lot like I thought it would be,” James replied, looking around, “Very clean, of course…”

“I’ve got you to thank for that!” Brooke laughed, putting her hands on her head and tussling up her blond hair before shaking it out again. “Before I came to see you for therapy, it was a total wreck in here! Clothes lying all over the place, books and papers everywhere…ugh! But you helped me compartmentalize all my tasks and, yeah, a clean space is soooo much easier to relax in!”

“You definitely took my advice to heart,” James nodded, continuing to look around, as his eyes were drawn to a poster on the wall…a poster that was a recreation of the “Attack of the 50-Foot Woman” movie poster, except that, instead of the original giant woman straddling a highway, it was Brooke, dressed in her volleyball uniform, straddling a volleyball net as the opposing team scattered in fear beneath her. Brooke noticed that James was staring at the poster, and she started blushing.

“Oh yeah…that,” she giggled, striding over to it as James followed, “That was something the university athletic department cooked up before our big rivalry game last month, and I…I kinda loved it.”

As James stared at the poster, he felt his cock suddenly getting harder in his pants. One thought had risen up in his mind, as he stared at all those tiny people fleeing in giantess Brooke’s wake: eventually, HE would actually BE that small compared to her. And as he pondered that thought, he felt Brooke’s big warm hand slide onto his back, gently going up and down, up and down, as she stared at the poster too, looking straight forward as James looked straight up.

“We’re thinking the same thing, aren’t we?” she murmured after silent moments, glancing down at him. James swallowed and stared up at her, nodding. They didn’t even need to say anything more about it – they both were on the same wavelength…they both knew.

“God,” Brooke whispered, her cheeks now blushing for an entirely different reason, “That’s so hot…just imagine, James…when you’re that tiny…”

“I…I am imagining,” he croaked out, his mouth suddenly dry. For a second, as she stared down at him, it seemed like Brooke was about to hoist him up, press him against the wall, and take him for herself right then and there. But then her lips curved into a furtive smile, a clear indicator that she didn’t want to break the sexual tension yet.

“Hey, so speaking of making you look even smaller,” she hummed, stepping towards her bedroom, “I wanna show you something…a, uhm…collection of sorts.”

“A collection?” asked James, still trying to think straight with his cock so hard as he followed her huge, gyrating ass into her bedroom. “What sort of collection?”

“Oh, you know, just a little guilty habit of mine,” Brooke replied airily, affecting nonchalance as she strode into her bedroom, making a beeline straight for the open door of her darkened walk-in closet. She paused at the entrance, her long finger on the light switch as she smiled down at James with evident self-deprecation.

“Promise you won’t judge me?” she quipped.

“I…promise,” James replied, blinking up at her, wondering what on earth she could be talking about. The next moment, though, she flipped the light switch, and he quickly understood. High heels…platform boots…platform sandals…stilettos…dozens and dozens of pairs…were standing in neat pairs on a series of shelves all throughout the closet. Brooke had plenty of clothes too, but it was her platform and high heel collection that really stood out.

“Oh god…” James uttered, feeling even more turned-on than he had been before.

“Yeeeah,” Brooke chuckled, “I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“But these boots…all these heels…!” James exclaimed, walking by them all as he did a little loop around the closet, with Brooke watching him, amused. “How…I mean, they all look really nice…and fancy, wow! How did you, uhm…”

“Afford them all?” Brooke finished, correctly guessing the rest of his question. “See, that’s where I get a little embarrassed. I know there are probably better ways I could spend my money, but…like I said…I’ve got a major problem. 6’5 just isn’t tall enough for me. And now that the NCAA finally allowed us to market ourselves as athletes…”

“Oh riiiight!” James replied, nodding, “I forgot about that!”

“Yeppp…” Brooke hummed, stepping into her closet along with him. Suddenly, to James, there seemed to be a lot less room. Brooke’s huge body just filled up so much space. “And actually, you know, I was thinking…remember that costume party I mentioned to you? The one happening in a few weeks?”

“Yeah, I remember,” James answered, distracted by how thick and massive Brooke’s thighs and hips looked. The limited space of her closet just made her seem even huger. “The one where you wanted to go dressed up as a Greek goddess?”

“That’s the one,” Brooke grinned. “Well, I wanted to see what you thought about a special pair of high heels I just bought, exactly for that occasion. You mind if I model them for you?”

“I…heh, of course I don’t mind!” James laughed. He knew she was playing with him, purposefully drawing out the scene to titillate him, and he loved it. They had only been together for a couple months, and she already knew exactly how to press the right buttons.

“Mmm I didn’t think you would,” Brooke winked down at him, before abruptly collapsing down into a sitting position on the carpeted floor. Even though he had already seen her athletic feats up-close, James was always still amazed by how quickly Brooke could move her enormous limbs. She was so big, and yet so coordinated and fluid with her movements, that they almost looked surreal. And even sitting down, the top of her head was at James’s eye level. The next moment, James found himself staring at Brooke’s colossal bare feet – she had kicked off her platform high-tops and taken off her socks as well, and James saw that she had painted her toenails a beautiful white. A golden anklet sparkled up at him, completing the picture.

“I really like that color,” James observed, feeling like he had to say something. He hadn’t often seen Brooke’s bare feet, since she always seemed to be wearing some kind of platform boot or sneaker, so this felt like a special treat.

“That’s ‘Kyoto Pearl White,’” Brooke smiled up at him, reaching for something on her shelf, “And I’m glad you like it! I know it sounds odd, but I’ve been wanting to show my toes off more recently.”

“I’m all for it,” James chuckled, as Brooke laughed with him, turning back from where she had been reaching. She suddenly extended her foot up to his face, showing off her effortless flexibility as, from a sitting position, she stroked his cheek with her big toe.

“Your sweet little face, my god…” she whispered to him, her eyes studying his.

“Uhm, Brooke…?” asked James, his cheeks rapidly going very hot.

“Mmhmm?” she breathed, still stroking his cheek with her toe as her golden anklet glittered beneath his chin.

“How…I mean…uh, what size are your feet?” James’s question had come out in a kind of quiet croak, and both of them knew exactly what was going on…the temperature in the closet seemed to rise.

“13 inches long,” Brooke replied, her voice carefully measured and soft as her cheeks reddened as well. “So that’s a men’s size 17 EE…and a woman’s size 19.”

“Wow…” was all James could say, as the sole of Brooke’s enormous foot lovingly continued to pet his face.

“Yeah,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly to the side, like she was truly taking in the size comparison between her foot and his face, “Even for my size, I’ve got some biiiiig feet.”

For the next few seconds, neither of them spoke, as Brooke continued to tenderly pet James’s face with her foot, her big toe even brushing his hair out of his face, as the sexual tension within the closet threatened to reach a breaking point. James was so hard he was actually worried that he might just spontaneously ejaculate in his pants.

“Which is why,” Brooke smiled, her foot brushing off his face as she lowered her leg, maintaining the tension yet again, “It’s so hard for me to find shoes and heels that fit…not like you’d know that looking around this closet, I know, but…it took me ages to find all these!”

“An impressive…achievement,” James breathed out, loving how expertly Brooke could tease him.

“You’re so bad, you know that?” Brooke smirked at him, reaching back to the shelf she had been going to before, “Enabling my addiction. You should be telling me I have a problem!”

“Hey, I don’t see a problem anywhere,” James replied, purposefully slipping into his “therapist” mode, “All I see is a young woman who is confident about her size and is indulging a perfectly harmless fantasy of being even bigger, as a self-soothing mechanism that helps her detach from the stress of taking a full load of advanced classes AND being a nationally-renowned athlete.”

“You’re too much,” giggled Brooke, “You know that? Self-soothing…pssssh…so silly! I just wanna tower over you! That’s all there is to it!”

“Well we could debate the four C’s of your intrinsic motivation,” James continued humorously, enjoying their banter, “But it remains to be said that you…uhm…that you want to…uhhh…”

His words suddenly tailed off, and the reason was very simple. Brooke had brought out a pair of towering, golden platform gladiator heels, with criss-crossing tendrils designed to be tied up around the wearer’s calves. The heel on these was extremely pronounced, more so than on any of Brooke’s other heels that James had seen.

“I’m sorry, you were saying…?” Brooke inquired, arching an amused eyebrow at him.

“I…nothing,” finished James, staring in awe at the golden platform heels. “I was finished.”

“Mmm you just wanna see me put these on, don’t you?” Brooke purred, beginning to lace them up her huge, shapely legs, her hands moving quickly and skillfully, indicating that she had already done this plenty of times before. James nodded silent as he watched her continue to intertwine her golden laces, and in less than a minute she had laced them up completely.

“Okay, ready?” she smiled up at him.

James nodded again. His heart was racing.

“You say you’re ready,” Brooke smirked, “But these have an 8-inch heel, so I’m gonna be 7’1. Let’s see how ready you actually are…”

Slowly, with smooth, voluptuous purpose, she rose up out of her sitting position, her calves and thighs flexing impressively under her weight as her flesh gently jiggled with her movements. James’s mouth dropped open as she ascended, up and up and up, blocking out the closet light as the top of her head nearly scraped the ceiling. It was incredible – her knees were now just above his belly button, and the swerve of her huge hips was above his eye level. He was literally looking UP at the waistband of her black soffes, with the creamy flesh of her exposed stomach extending up like a wall high above him.

“Brooke…” gaped James, his voice coming out as a tiny gasp, “I…y-you…”

“Shhh,” she whispered, her giant ass sticking out as she bent forward, reaching down a huge finger and tenderly laying it across his lips. “Just take a second…I know it’s a lot.”

James could see that her cheeks were fully blushing crimson now, and, even though she was still clearly directing the exchange, he sensed that even she was beginning to lose control. Her words came out in carefully-measured murmurs, and even then, she apparently had trouble getting them out.

“So you think I can pull off the Artemis look?” she asked, her voice warmly infused with arousal as she braced her palms against the ceiling, striking a one-footed pose with one heel kicked back. “You know that she was the goddess of the hunt, right? Wild animals, nature, vegetation, and…chastity.”

“Well, uhm…I think you’ve got the first few covered just fine,” James replied, somehow finding his voice before his towering goddess of a girlfriend, “But the, uh…the chastity bit? Not so much…”

Brooke dropped her foot back down, inhaling in a huge deep breath as she put her hands on her hips. Her magnificent breasts swelled high over James’s head, obscuring her face from his line of sight. But as she exhaled, and her face came back into view, James beheld an even hungrier, more dominant expression on her gorgeous face. Were they going to have sex, right here? In her closet? He was ready…or rather, as ready as he could have ever been.

“I’ve…I’ve got something to show you, James,” Brooke said mechanically, sounding almost like she was forcing herself not to seize him, press him up against the wall, and take him. She strode past him out of her closet, ducking her head, and James followed her, blinking up in astonishment at the meaty, juicy ass cheeks bouncing and gyrating back and forth just above his eyes. She led him back into the living room to her coffee table, where there were a few magazines with Brooke on the cover, leaping up to spike a volleyball in one of her signature moves. But James barely even noticed those, because he was instead looking at something he hadn’t even noticed before: a model city, about two square feet, sitting there on the table, complete with miniature skyscrapers and little roads with tiny streetlights.

“I built it myself,” Brooke explained, lowering her hand down to James’s head, gently palming it as she threaded her fingers through his hair. “You know how much I love tiny things…”

“Yeah, I…I know,” James breathed. The touch of her huge hand on his scalp, and her long, strong fingers through his hair…it was almost too much.

“Look at this,” Brooke intoned, her deep, feminine voice now positively brimming with sexual energy. She bent down, carefully scooped up the model city in one hand, and gently pushed James into a sitting position on the sofa with her other hand. Then she placed the model city on the floor and lifted up her heel, before bringing it down with an emphatic stomp directly next to the city. She hadn’t even stomped that hard, but James could feel the vibrations going through the sofa, and the rest of the furniture in the room visibly shook. The model city likewise trembled, with all the buildings shivering with the force of her step. James gawked at the comparison – her 8-inch heel was more than twice the height of the tallest skyscrapers. Without hesitation, his mind went directly to the future.

‘One day,’ he thought, his heart beginning to race in his chest, ‘I’ll be that small…I’ll be so small that this model will seem like an actual city to me…and Brooke…she’ll really be THIS big to me.’

His eyes traveled up to hers. She was staring down at him, the cool, deep blue of her eyes burning with an intense, hungry fire.

“One day, James…” she cooed down at him, and she lifted her foot and brought her huge heel down again, shaking the room, the city, and James all over again. “One day…”

“Brooke…” he breathed out, beginning to tremble on the sofa, “I…I can’t wait.”

That did it. The next moment she was upon him. In an instant, she had whisked off his pants, torn hers aside, and sat on top of him, her immense thighs straddling him on either side as she guided his cock into her hot, dripping pussy. James actually felt several thick, hot drops of her lubrication dot his torso, before he was suddenly sucking his breath in as he felt the all-encompassing, steamy pressure of her pussy squeezing around him, sucking his cock in completely. She began to ride him, grasping the top of the sofa frame as she rhythmically pistoned herself into his midsection, over, and over, and over again. James came almost instantly, but Brooke was only just getting started…and, of course, there was no way James was going soft inside her…not a chance.

But something else was happening. With each piston thrust of Brooke’s massive hips, James felt her weighing heavier, and heavier, and heavier upon him. Her gargantuan ass, which he couldn’t even fit his arms around anymore, felt like it was growing, swelling, in his shaking grasp. Her thighs appeared to be thickening around him. And her beautiful face, staring down at him in its lusty glow, was looking farther and farther away.

“B-Brooke…” James gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper as he came inside her again, “I’m shrinking…”

“I knowwww, James,” she answered back, her full, purring voice beginning to morph ever so slightly into a deep, erotic growl, her words echoing out in time with the liquid movement of her enormous hips as she rode him down, down, into the sofa cushions. “I know…I know…”