I sat at my desk eyeing the stack of finals that I had to grade.  Teaching pre-calc at Jefferson High had its ups and downs, but certainly grading finals was not one of the ups.  I had just finished my second successful year of teaching at the school and was getting ready for a needed summer break.

                Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  “Come in.”  I said loud enough to make sure they heard.  The door opened slowly and a high pitched feminine voice called to me, “Excuse me, Mr. West.”

                Oh great, I thought.  It’s Sabrina.  She was a senior taking the class with platinum blonde hair.  Her attire was usually quite revealing and I’d often contemplated sending her to the front office for dress code violations, but never did.  She certainly liked to show off her figure, often revealing cleavage or midriff, as girls at her age usually do.  I was old enough to notice when she was making passes at me, giving me the glad eye, etc, but I always kept our relationship professional.  She certainly was the most attractive girl in any of my classes and I caught myself stealing glances at her absent mindedly on occasion.  Sometimes I would snap out of it when she would wave at me, it was a bit embarrassing when this would happen.  She constantly struggled in the class and often complained about her grade.  I was more than willing to help her study or get her tutoring, but she always seemed busy.  Looks like she came to grovel to me one last time.  Goodness, I hope she doesn’t cry when I have to tell her that I can’t do anything to change her grade.

                “Have a seat, Sabrina.”  I motioned for the chair.  Today she was in short gym shorts which revealed her long creamy thighs that seemed to have a shine in the classroom light.  Thankfully she had on a hoodie, though that was a bit odd since it had started warming up with summer coming. 

                “Can I do something for you?”  I asked helpfully.  I knew what this was about and how it was going to end, but I didn’t want her to get too upset or be needlessly cruel. 

                “Yeah, Mr. West.”  She said, her large doe eyes took on a pleading look.  She had done her mascara and eyeliner expert for this, I could tell.  “You see,” she intoned while brushing a yellow lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been really busy this week and I didn’t have a whole lot of time for study.”  She was laying it on thick now, I could tell.

                “I really really need to pass this class to get into college and I was just wondering if I didn’t get a great grade on the final if there was any extra homework assignments or….”  She hesitated,” opportunities to boost my grade.”  She bit her lip.  I had to admit it was an adorable display to watch.

                “Well Sabrina,” I smiled cordially. “I’d love to, but it wouldn’t be fair to the other students who did study really hard to pass this exam.  You see, you had all year to bring your grade up, but whenever I wanted to help you didn’t seem to have time to.”  As I went on her face clouded a bit and turned pouty.  “There’s really nothing to be done at this point.  I haven’t graded it yet, but I can let you know the results when I find out.”

                “Hmmm,”  she pouted, “But I need to make sure my GPA is at least above a 3.0 to even be CONSIDERED for a decent school.  Please, Mr. W. I’ll do anything you ask, I swear!”  she had turned on the full pout now and this was starting to get a little uncomfortable with me.  I wasn’t stupid to know what she was getting at.  Her last sentence even had somewhat of a seductive undertone to it.

                Oh boy, I thought.  Here we go, time to squash this now.  I lost the cordial smile and became serious. 

                “Sabrina, there is simply nothing to be done at this point.  I wish you all the best in your applications to college, but fair is fair.” I refused to apologize.

                “Well you’re no fun,” she scowled playfully.  “You know it is a bit hot in here, did you crank up the heat or something?”  I saw her arms go to the hem of her hoodie.

                Is this girl for real?  There’s no way she thinks this will work.  Clearly she has been watching too many movies. 

“Sabrina.”  I intoned with some sternness, but it was too late.  She hiked the hoodie clean off to reveal a spaghetti strap tank top that dipped low enough to show the tops of her rather large breast and was short enough to show her taught stomach and belly button. I couldn’t help but stare.  She had never worn anything quite this revealing to class.  She stood up again to reveal the long creamy thighs and she walked over to my side of the desk.  I leaned forward and put my hand over my eyebrow in shock.

“Sabrina, this is really inappropriate.  You need to leave.  Now.”  I said in a commanding tone.  She took the seat next to me and scooted up so her knees were just next to my side.  I looked over and could see the light brown freckles on the tops of her boobs. 

“But Mr. W,” she pleaded in a breathy tone, “I’m good at lots of things besides math, besides, when am I going to use this stuff anyways, right?”  She reached out and took my hand.  Her skinny fingers were warm as they found my now clammy moist hand.

I need to stop this now, I thought, before she does something stupid.   This is how I get fired, or worse, maybe a lawsuit.  I pulled my hand back and stood up.

“Sabrina,” I said looking into her crystal blue eyes, “Enough’s enough.  Leave.”  I gestured toward the door, but as soon as I did there was a knock on it.  My eyes went wide.  The setting would not look appropriate for someone just to walk in on.  She must have noticed the terror on my face.

“Oh don’t worry!  I’ll hide.”  She whispered excitedly and ducked under my desk.  What?  This girl is clearly mental.  All she had to do was put her hoodie back on and walk out.  I was about to protest but the door opened and in walked Mr. McMurtry, the principal.  My throat went dry.

“Mr. McMurtry, “I nearly whispered it, “what can I do for you today?”

I didn’t know the principal that well, but he was strict with the teachers and I wanted to make sure I stayed on his good side since I didn’t want to teach pre-calc the rest of my life.  Besides, if he someone detected Sabrina’s presence beneath my desk it would be my job, no question.

I sat down at my desk.  There was a wall on the back of the desk enclosing the footspace where Sabrina was currently hiding.  Goodness if she makes a sound, even breathes too loudly, I’m toast.

“Mr West, please sit.”  He gestured to my chair.  I took a seat and went limp as a rag.  “I came here to talk to you about how your year went.”

Oh crap, why does he have to do this now?  He couldn’t have picked a worse time to start caring about how I’m doing as a teacher.  I hardly saw him during the school year.  Crap crap crap.

“Your second year at Jefferson has ended well I take it?”  He asked.

“Ummm,”  suddenly I felt two small warm hands on my knees. “Yes!”  I peeped involuntarily, “I mean, uhhh, yeah, it’s been a good year, I’ve learned quite a bit about effective teaching habits.”

Sabrina’s thumbs began to rub the inside of my knees, sending pleasant vibrations up my inner thighs.  Oh crap, oh crap.  I set my hands down in my lap about to do something, but I realized it would look like I was playing with myself or worse, Sabrina might fight me and make noise.

“That’s good to hear,” he said, “You know I knew you would be a good fit here when I first interviewed you.”

Oh boy, why is he giving me this paternalistic pep talk now?  Sabrina’s thumb tips dug into my inner knees massaging and kneading.  The electric stimulus shot up my thighs and was extremely distracting to say the least.  Good heaven’s.  Her thumbs moved up my inner thigh slowly, the rest of her fingers squeezing and massaging.  The stimulus that started in my things migrated up into my member and I’m ashamed to say, I started to stiffen.

It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on Mr. McMurtry’s words as Sabrina’s hands expertly brought me to full salute.  There was nothing I could do now, if I stood up, Mr. McMurtry would see my raging boner.

“Say,” she stopped his monologue, “are you feeling okay?  You look a bit pale”

“Yes, its just that.”  I felt Sabrina’s hand grab my member through my jeans sending a jolt of paralyzing pleasure up my spine. “This year has really put me through the ringer.”  After I said ringer she gave me two more pulses, two more explosions of pleasure.  I tried to keep my composure but my jaw dropped slightly and I let out a slight exhale. 

“yes of course.” He said, “I taught for many years…”  he continued with his monologue.  It was all I could to do keep eye contact and keep nodding as he spoke.  Sabrina pulled my thighs, causing my chair to wheel completely under the desk.  I then felt her finger’s slowly ever so slowly undoing my fly.  Her other hand stayed cemented to my thigh, her thumb making small, light circles against my skin.  My penis twitched involuntarily.

Oh gosh, no, oh crap!  This just became critical.  I had to get Mr. McMurtry out of here ASAP and then Sabrina for that matter!  I began listening carefully for a good spot to interrupt him, but the old man would not shut up.  To my horror, Sabrina had undone my fly in complete silence and her hand was now snaking into the hole to pull my drawers down.  GOOD GOSH!  What is with this girl.  She flopped my enlarged member out of the aperture made by my fly.  I felt her run the back of her index finger-nail up the bottom of my shaft.  I shuddered slightly.

“Mr. West, I know the school year can cause a lot of fatique, but you seem ill at ease, tell me, what is it?”

“To be honest,” I felt Sabrina lean forward and I entered her warm mouth.  “I think I may actually be coming down with something,  I was actually just about to go home and rest for the day.”

Her tongue began lapping against the underside of my shaft sending the most delicious uncontrollable sensations through my body.  I almost rocked my hips.  My member twitched in her mouth and I felt my orgasm beginning to build to my horror.  She must have sensed it because she began going faster and took in more of me into her mouth.

“Oh, well I wont keep you then.”  Mr. McMurtry stood to leave.  I was fighting back the orgasm as hard as I could but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.  I knew my own body well enough to know that I wouldn’t want to when I got to a certain point. 

Mr. McMurtry opened the door.  Just as I thought I had reached the point of no return, Sabrina released me from her mouth.  My member lurched painfully, having been denied orgasm. 

“Oh I meant to ask,”  He turned his head and I started to move papers around on my desk, not having the brain power remaining after fighting the urge to cum to think of something more convincing. 

“Are you going to the end of the year party?”  I felt Sabrina’s tongue tip tickle my eurethra in a incomprehensible burst of pleasure to my penis.  I was now on the edge of a knife.  She seriously could just give me one more lick or squeeze and I would be unable to fight back anymore.  I found that I almost wanted her to at this point, my body was on fire at the mercy of her expert pleasure inducing talents.

“Uhhh, I think so, you know, umm, we’ll see.”  I could barely form a coherent sentence from the state that this 17 year old platinum vixen had placed me in.  Please, I thought, please.  But I was not longer sure if I meant “Please go, Mr. McMurtry so I can get her out of here,” or “Please just one more stroke, Sabrina.”  My orgasm had waned slightly during the interim of our exchange.

“Well, get rested up and let me know.” 

“Will do, have a great summer.”  I told him.

He nodded and left.  The door closed behind him.  Sabrina then suddenly took me in her mouth again and created an intense vacuum between her cheeks, forcing blood back into my member all the while her tongue swirling and slapping my shaft about her mouth forcing spurts of pleasure up my spine.  Meanwhile her thumbs were back at my inner knees drawing those soft irresistible circles.  My breathing increased, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest.  I twitched and spasmed involuntarily knowing this was going to be it.  She opened her mouth and drew her tongue up my painfully swollen member one last time in an erotic combo that made me gasp audibly.  I was so close now, I knew she had to know it. 

Rather than finish me off she pushed the chair out from under the desk.  I saw her gorgeous mascara blue eyes under her platinum head and her boobs bulging out of the top of her tiny tank top. 

“Thank goodness he’s gone.”  She stood up and stretched, revealing more of her stomach and shiny smooth legs.

“Guess I should get going now.”  Oh no, I thought.  She knows,  she knows she has me.  I looked up at her, a slight hint of pleading in my eyes, I couldn’t say it, I didn’t want to say it. 

“Oh Mr. W, did you have something else to say?  Did you want me to do something?”

“Uhhh,” I droned stupidly, “Sabrina….”

She walked over and placed a finger on my lips, my still fully erect member was a full salute.  I prayed that nobody walked in now.

“Shhhhh,”  her face took on a sympathetic tone.  “Sabrina knows what you want.”

With that she shimmied out of her gym shorts and revealed her naked lower half.  In a smooth move she took her naked foot and spun my chair around and then pushed it against the wall.  Then before I knew what was happening she was on top of me in the chair.  She lowered herself onto me gently.  I heard her breathing increase as she kissed and nipped at my neck and ears.  When I penetrated her I let out a low moan.  It was beyond my power to contain myself anymore.  She sealed her lips against mine and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth.  Her hips began to bounce on top of me in a pleasant rhythem then I knew would not take long for me to finish.  I felt her tight flesh grip me and caress me.  Her hands found mine and place them on her large grapefruit sized breasts.  My hands hand a mind of their own and I couldn’t help but rub and squeeze them.  She moaned into my mouth.  Her tongue was too persistant, her breasts too soft, she gripped me so tightly that I didn’t care if I got fired anymore.  I was back on the edge and she was definitely going to make me do it this time. 

Her mouth was suddenly at my ear and I heard her whisper “Do it.”

I felt the pressure in my penis build up as my hips bucked upwards.  The first thrust sent an insurmountable amount of pleasure up my spine.  I let out a squeal, but her lips were back on mine.  A second thrust and a third and I shot load after load.  The sensation was incredible as she road me through the waves of extacy.  “I shouldn’t have let her do this.” I thought as my orgasm waned.  I finished and she sat ontop of me in the office chair.  I twitched and sputtered.  My breathing began to slow

She took my face in her hands with a mischevious grin.  “There now,” she sounded condescending, “that wasn’t so bad was it?”

She stood off me and took a few steps back to look at me appraisingly.  I sat up straight, but something was not quite right.  She seemed larger, no, not her, the whole room did! I looked around, my eyes wide with terror, my bottom slid agains the soft leather of the chair I realized my rear now took up less than half of it.

“What the….”  I said alarmed, “WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled, my voice now higher, as if I’d been on helium.

Sabrina put her hand to her mouth, causing her breasts to bulge and she snickered in a cute but ultimately scary way.

“Do you like your new size?”  she asked me as if she was asking a child.  “It’s only the start!” she folded her arms and I saw a wicked grin on her face.

I jumped out of the chair noticed my clothes were now very baggy on me.  I tried to run, but my pants and underwear fell down around my tiny ankles.  My head just barely cleared the top of the desk.  I was about to run for the door but I tripped around my pants, my shirt pooled around my head, blinding me temporarily.  I heard Sabrina’s, now much louder and ominous giggle.

I grabbed my shirt and flung it off me.  I was not completely naked not counted the pool of jeans at my feet.  I looked down and to my horror saw that my penis was far too large for a man of my size.  It must have been halfway down to my knee flaccid. 

I looked up at Sabrina, my face a mixture of confusion and horror.  She raised an eyebrow and smirked.  I realized I couldn't have been more than three feet tall!

“What did you do to me?!”

To be continued

“Well well well, little Mr. West!”  Sabrina placed her hands on her hips and straightened her back.  Her now massive assets protruded from her chest, more impressive than ever! The effect at my size was extremely intimidating.  I didn’t know what to say, this couldn’t be happening.

“Now,” she said kneeling down with a look of mock sympathy as if I were a child, “We can do this the easy way, or the really easy way.  Which is it going to be?”

My mind raced.  Even still, my eyese wondered perilously over her distracting freckled cleavage framed by her platinum blond hair.  Those were without a doubt the biggest boobs I’d ever seen.  The instant I did I saw the faintest hint of a smirk emerge from her lips.  Crap, she noticed.  Think now, think!  People don’t just shrink.  This couldn’t be happening.  I needed answers.

“Sabrina!” I said with as much authority as I could, but it sounded pretty pathetic. “What the h-heck is g-going on here?”

She raised a finger to my lips and shushed me. 
“Don’t worry little man.”  She stood up towering over me and sauntered to the otherside of the room.  I watched the taught material of her shorts bulge as she walked slowly to a duffel bag that was left in the corner.  She brought it back to me and once again kneeled down so I could look into her hypnotic blue eyes.

“I need you to get in the bag now, Mr. West”

I looked down at the duffel bag.  Surprisingly to me it looked more like a body bag.  I looked back up at her massive head, the largest head I’d ever seen.

“No way, not until you tell me what in the world is going on here!”

She turned her head to the side and mock yawned at my demand.  Then she looked back at me with an exaggerated look of exasperation.

“Looks like we’re doing this the easy way after all.”  Then to my horror she pulled out a roll of duct tape from the bag.  She grabbed one of my hands.  I tried to pull away, but her grip was iron!

“Let go of me, Sabrina!” I said, my voice cracking with adrenaline and fear. 

She giggled and then grabbed my small frame by the shoulders and tried to force me to the ground.  I almost lost my balance, but I planted my feet and pushed back against her abdomen.  While Sabrina was a petite teenager and I seriously doubted she weighed more than 120lbs, at my current height she was more than an equal.  Still, I hit the gym pretty frequently and I wasn’t about to let this lightweight get the better of me. 

When I pushed back I nearly caught her off balance, but just as I thought I had the upper hand I let out a sharp gasp and looked down to see her hand encircling my member.  As I said, it was now disproportionate to my body size since the shrinking.  She gave it a hearty squeeze and I felt my knees go weak with pleasure and blood rushed into my shaft.  It seemed to be more sensitive than ever before

No!  I thought, block it out of your mind, but as I felt myself getting hard under her grasp I found the strength to fight back ebbing from me.

Her smile was enormous as she once again grabbed me by the shoulders to try to bring me down, but this time she succeeded.  She had me on my back now as I looked up at her enormous grinning face.  She straddled my body, her thighs planted on either side of my legs, pinning me in place.  Her platinum blond hair draped over forming a curtain around our faces.

“My, my, Mr. West,” her voice took on a seductive, breathy tone. “You seem mighty… EAGER.”

On the word eager she ground her knee against my crotch.  My now throbbing member twitched and a debilitating pulse of pleasure shot through my shaft. 

“Sss- stop…”  I practically mumbled.  I fought and twisted and tried to turn to get her off, but I was too distracted and she weighted too much for me.

“Shhhhh,”  she locked her fingers into mine and pinned my hands high above my head.  Then her mouth was next to my ear and she whispered in that same seductive tone, “just hold STILL.”

On still my body was wracked with paralyzing ecstasy as she dug her knee into my now enormous erection.  I felt the strength sapped from my arms as my member was pressed against my chest.  I looked down briefly and was aghast at it’s size.  It was as thick around as my wrist and came up to my nipple level.

Her hands left mine and I heard duct tape being pulled off the roll.  My mind achieved a small moment of clarity when I realized that this teenage vixen was about to abduct me unless I fought back.  I rallied all the strength I had left and grabbed her left arm with both my hands and pulled her to my left.  It was a rapid sudden motion that caught her off guard.  She fell over to my side.  I planted my hands behind me and was about to get up when she said “Whats the HURRY?”

On “hurry” she trapped my shaft between her knees and gave a fierce squeeze that almost hurt.  The sensation was indescribably.  My now smaller brain was unequipped to process the stimulus from my enormous dick.  She just held me there while she lay on her side, my member bent 90 degrees straight up.  I felt my orgasm approaching. 
“stop stop stop,” I chanted trying to get back up, but it was a lost cause.  My hands went up to my head, my face screwed up in pleasure and she pushed me over the edge.

“Stop.  Stop.  Stop.”  I continued to chant, but now my chanting was in rythem with my ejactulation.  It must have seemed really silly.  Sabrina chuckled again.  While I was in the throes of orgasm she grabbed my side and pushed me prone.  I felt her enourmous knee push my rear, forcing me to buck against the carpet.  It was really hard to pay attention, the size of my penis really caused me to lose focus since the pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.  Her hands brought my wrists together behind my back.I tried to fight still, but now it was hopeless.  As my orgasm began to wane she grabbed a strip of duct tape.

And just like that, my hands were bound behind me.  She turned around and put her full weight on me, which normally I’d be able to throw, but in the wake of my shrinking and amazingly crippling orgasm, I was really out of breath.  She felt like she weighed a ton, I felt he bubble butt on my back and the skin of skin of her creamy thighs against my sides.  She took the roll of tape and began at my ankles and proceeded to wrap me like a mummy up my thighs.

“W-whad are you doing?!”  I yelled, but my speech was muffled from my face being pressed into the carpet.

“Now now,” she began again in that condescending voice dripping with sugar. “I gave you the chance to go quietly, but you wanted to do it like this.” 

When she was satisfied she rolled me back over and placed a last final strip across my mouth.  Duct tape is usually not sufficient to keep a normal sized mouth shut, but at just under 3 feet my mouth was more than covered.

“Just enjoy it, Mr. Double-U!’  She tapped my tiny nose with her enormous index finger.

“After all, it’s not like you have a choice, little boy.”  She said in a baby-doll voice. “Trust me,” she grabbed my now deflated member and put some pressure on it giving me a mind numbing sensation, “You’ll learn to LOVE IT.”  On the words ‘love it’ she gave me two squeezes, one on each syllable which caused me to close my eyes and shudder in pleasure.

“See!” she cooed .  “I know you’ve enjoyed it so far, now follow my directions from now on and I will reward you in ways your little mind cannot EVEN comprehend right now!  You’ll be putty in my hands when I’m through with you.”  The then looked up in exaggerated thought, “Hmmm, that’s actually kind of funny because you’ll fit in my hand pretty soon!”

What the heck?  She couldn’t be serious, then again, she did somehow manage to shrink me to this size already.  With that she hefted my exhausted body up and pulled me in against her in a bear hug.  My face turned sideways and she held my head against her now enormous freckled left breast.  I felt the warmth coming off her soft skin as she placed me in the duffle bag.  The last thing I saw was her toothy smile looming over her impressive cleavage as she zipped it shut, leaving me in total darkness.

I felt the duffle bag get lifted into the air.  I was exhausted from my wrestling and orgasm that Sabrina had caused.  Now this diminutive 17 year old vixen was hefting me like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.  This was unbelievable.  I was breathing hard through my nose, focusing on getting enough oxygen since my mouth was covered.  She left the room and I felt her going down the stairs and into the parking lot.
Good gosh, I thought, where is she going to take me?  My mind raced with the possibilities but I knew no matter where it was that I was in a lot of trouble.  I had to figure out a way to get out of this as soon as possible before things escalated even more.  How the heck was she shrinking me anyways?
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a trunk open and my tiny frame inside the duffle bag was unceremoniously dumped on a trunk floor.  I was still winded surprisingly, probably because I could only breathe through my nose.

The drive didn’t take very long at all, but I got a sickening feeling when the car began slowing down and I heard a familiar garage door.  Was it mine?  Maybe hers just sounds the same as mine does?  Oh crap, oh crap. 

The car pulled into the garage and I heard the door go back down before the trunk popped.
“Enjoy the ride?”  Sabrina chirped rhetorically.  Her voice made my skin crawl and also strangely excited me.
The bag was once again lifted.  I had so many questions, but I couldn’t make a peep, or even move for that matter with my hands and feet bound with duct tape.  When she walked through the garage door my heart sank.  The familiar squeak on the hinge was a dead giveaway that we were at my house.  My mind raced.  How did she know where I lived?  She must have taken my car from the school parking lot.  This is very bad.  No doubt she also took my clothes from the classroom.  For all it looked like I had come home after a normal day of work ready to start summer vacation, nobody would be suspicious of me missing at all.

I was set down on kitchen tile.  I could feel it’s coolness through the bag against my face.  A large hand pressed the bag material against my ear and I heard a sultry voice whisper, “I’ll be right back, love, don’t go anywhere.”

I heard Sabrina moving throughout the house, I don’t know what she was doing but it was an extremely uncomfortable feeling to have someone going through my personal affects.  The sinking feeling in my stomach got worse.  Finally I ascended once again.  I traced her steps through my house.  She was taking me into the master bedroom, MY bedroom.
After being set on my bed I heard the zipper being pulled down and I was blinded by the bright ambient light in the room, even though the shudders were drawn.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they finally did, I was  greeted by Sabrina’s enormous face looming above me.  Her platinum blond hair formed curtains around my vision.  Her piercing blue eyes looked into mine like a predator.
She grabbed me out of the bag and hefted me onto the bed.  My hands were still bound behind me and my legs were bound as well.  She kicked the duffle bag off the bed and before I could even squirm she looped my hands under my legs so they were in front of me again, but before I had time to think she placed them up at the bed frame.  I was still exhausted and put up little effort, but just to make sure I didn’t  put up a fight, Sabrina jumped on top of my chest, straddling me.  Even though she was normally small her weight was pretty restricting on me.  I felt duct tape being wrapped between my hands and around the bed post.  I tried to pull my hands away, but she was much to strong for me now.  I eventually gave up after a few moans through my duct tape gag.  All of the exertion on her part made her tank top hike up a little and I stared straight ahead at her bare midriff, a smooth silky expanse of toned skin that, I’m ashamed to admit, turned me on a bit.  I was a guy after all.
When she finished securing my hands to the post, she procured a bungee cord from the bag and easily wrapped it between my legs and looped it around the bed post so I was taught .  I struggled a bit to test things out, but it really was beyond me.
Now I was really wondering, why was she going through all of this trouble?  I was completely naked on the bed, not able to move, my member semi-erect.  When she was finished she climbed onto the bed towards me.  I watched her lithe nubile frame as she crawled up.  Her face looked surprisingly blank, of course my eyes drifted down of their own accord to her cleavage.  I shut them as she approached, afraid of what was going to happen next.  I felt her giant head fall down on my chest, her face pointed down my body so when I opened my eyes I only saw the back of her head.  Her hair draped all over my torso, the sensation was electrifying, her warm check pressed against my upper chest. 
She released an extended feminine sigh.  I could feel her hot breathe against my disproportionately large member.  I started to get hard.

“You wear me out.” She said.  I felt her cool hand grip my left leg just above the knee.  Her hand wrapped around it easily.  Her thumb began to stroke my outer thigh sending pleasant electrical signals up my spine.  I was now at full salute.  Good gosh, why did this girl have such an effect on me?  This is wrong.
“Now,” she said getting up after a brief tease, “we have some work to do.”
she got off the bed and I saw her bend over to grab something.  She pulled up, much to my horror, my laptop computer that I keep in the den.
“I can’t seem to get on your laptop, Mr. W.”  She cooed in a childish voice. She flipped it open to reveal the log on screen that pops up when you boot the laptop up.  “That’s a real problem.”  She climbed up closer to me and set the laptop by my feet.
“Now, you’re going to help me get on it one way or another.” Her hand stretched out towards my throbbing member.
“You can give me the password willingly.”  She stroked me gently, it felt amazing and I turned into putty in her hands.  But deep down inside I knew that this was one thing she couldn’t get out of me, no matter what.
“Or I can take it out of you, by FORCE.”  On the word force she gripped me roughly.  The pressure caused a mixture of pain and ecstasy causing me to writhe and moan, not sure if I wanted her to keep going or stop.

“It’s up to you.”  She grabbed the tape at the corner of my mouth. “So which will it be?”

She gently peeled the tape back, allowing me to speak for the first time since we left the school.
I looked over at her as she sat cross legged on the bed.  Her frame was absolutely terrifying, not only because of its size, but also because I knew the sexual power this young sexpot had over me already.  Her pale milky skin was absolutely flawless.  Her platinum blond hair formed curtains around her face that draped over her clavicle and into her gigantic cleavage.  Her features were beautiful and paralyzing and pacifying.  Just looking at her made you want to do whatever you could to make her happy.  My eyes wandered down her neck towards the tops of her breasts, the largest breasts I had ever seen in my life, speckled with freckles that made me a little crazy for them.  Her skinny waist was still visible and showed that this girl hit the gym a lot, you could definitely see her trunk was toned with a  six pack.  Her legs were long and crossed over on each other.  The skin of her thighs seemed to go on for miles. 
I was burning to have this girl, but I knew that it would be the worst mistake of my life to give her the password to my laptop.  She could shrink me, she could make me cum, she could even torture me(though I hoped she wouldn’t be that type), but as long as I kept my mouth shut, she couldn’t get on my laptop no matter what she said.
“The password?”  she beckoned in a disarming smile that wrinkled her nose.  “Oh,” her face now became sympathetic and she opened those big doe like eyes, “I promise to make it worth your while, little guy.”  Her fingertip found the bottom of my head and began to tease my member.

Oh crap Oh crap Oh crap OH CRAP!  It felt amazing, I wanted to cum so badly.

“Pleeeeeeeasse?”  she drew out the syllable, “You’ve had pleasure before I’m sure, Mr. W, but I guarantee nothing could prepare you for what awaits if you tell me now and willingly.”

Just tell her, I thought.  No, I countered, knowing that thought hadn’t come from my brain. 

“Sabrina…” I gasped with pleasure. She stopped her ministrations to allow me to speak.
“You know I can’t do that.  Please stop this, you’re not supposed to be here.”  There, I thought, now come what may, she couldn’t get it out of me.  I reminded myself that if she got this that she truly had won.  I couldn’t let her do that.  I had email, facebook, my gradebook, so many things on this laptop.  She could run my life if she wanted, and I suspected that she did.
“Oh fooey”  she said in an exaggerated tone and made a pouty face.
“I guess then we’ll have to try that other route.”
“Please don’t hurt me!” I said pathetically to this girl half my age that would normally cross over to the other side of the street if she saw me walking towards her late at night.  How did this happen? I thought
“Hurt you?”  her face took on mock concern. “I would never! Oh no no no, my dear, I’m not going to get the password out of you with pain.”
She leaned forward to get closer to me.  Her boobs strained against her tiny tank top.

“I’m going to get it out of you with pleasure.” She said and her head rested against my chest like she had once before, her face pointed down at my throbbing member, dying for release.  It must have come well over past my belly button.  Her mouth was almost touching the tip.
“Tst tsk tsk.”  She chided.  “You should know better by now.”  She wrested her wrist on my thigh and her long red fingernails began stroking the underside of my shaft in succession, starting with her forefinger and going to her pinkie nail.  When her pinkie left the underside of my head, her hand curled back up and began the stroke again.  She repeated this motion, driving me absolutely wild.  I bucked my hips, but her massive head kept me bolted down to the bed for the most part.
I could feel the sharp stroking edge of every nail as they made their progression up my enlarged penis sending too many signals for my shrunken brain to handle.  There were way more nerve endings now I figured in my member that it was like a processor overload for my brain. 
“Ahhhhh!”  I whined, feeling my orgasm getting very close now.  I’m still not going to talk, I thought.  If this girl thinks that making me cum will make me love her enough to talk she has another thing coming. 
Her stroking was incessant.  I felt the warmth of her breathe against my member as well.  Her hair draped over my torso.  It was too much; she pushed me over the edge.  Or so I thought.  Just as I was about to let go, her hand stopped.  She held it suspended over my member. 
Oh no!  That’s this vixen game….  Well, it might be a bit more difficult, but there was still no way I was going to tell her the password.
I didn’t react.  I knew that if I did anything to signal my distaste it would only encourage her.
“Mr. W.”  she said in a low sexy voice,  “it’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I already gave you my answer, this is pointless, Sabrina.”  My voice was dry and I swallowed before I spoke. 
“You know…”  she began speaking again and my hard on had died down enough by now that when she began stroking me again it sent those familiar paralyzing pangs of pleasure to my hips, “I’m almost happy that you are fighting it.”  I felt the hot breathe of each word coming off as my member twitched and precum dribbled out.
“That way your defeat will be all the more…”  she continued tantalizing me with the edge of her fingernails.  My breath quickened, my heart beat like an engine.  This is it, I thought, she went too far this time!
“Satisfying.”  She finished her word and her ministrations stopped.  The denial of my orgasm was almost too much to take.  I was literally on the edge of a razor, she could poke me with her pinkie and it would be over.  This time I groaned, “Uggggghhhhhh!”  It was the worst feeling in the world.  The pulsating pleasure turned into a painful emptiness as her hand withdrew again.
This time she giggled a little bit.   Her head moved forward ever so slightly and the tip of her tongue shot out and burrowed into my urethra sending a tickling, tantalizing orgasmic pleasure through the tip of my head.  My hips bucked furiously and she withdrew.  I could find no friction, no sensation without Sabrina. 
At this point I admit my defenses were beginning to weaken.  I wanted nothing more to come.  Her fingers traced slowly and softly down my inner thigh, tickling and tingling.  It was hypnotizing and electrifying. 
Stop stop stop, I thought, no matter what, you CANNOT give this girl your password.  That was my last, my only bargaining chip at this point.  If I didn’t respond to emails, submit grades, keep up appearances in general, people would come looking for me.  I had to hold my ground, even though I wanted nothing more than for this young seductress to finish me hard.
She now gripped my member which caused me to involuntarily whine, “nnnnnggggghhhh!”  The pleasure was now a weapon, knowing that she would just build me up to let me down. 
Her thumb found my frenum and began a circular motion all around.  The rest of her finger nails dug lightly into my shaft.  It was numbing and wonderful.  She squeezed and rubbed and pushed my shaft down, moved it in a circle like a joy stick.  I was sure she was going to go too far, but she seemed to know my anatomy better than I did.  She built me up to a breathtaking plateau of pleasure that had me breathing like I was running a marathon.  I resisted and tried to turn off the pleasure center of my brain, I tried to think about what I ate for breakfast, or what happened last time on a TV show I watched.  I even tried to do math problems in my brain, but it was all futile, Sabrina’s relentless massage demanded my attention forcibly.  I had no choice in the matter.  The chemical reaction she caused in my brain overpowered all other cognitive abilities besides those designed to feel sexual pleasure.  The extremely enjoyable sensation built up once again to the point I thought she tipped me over.  Her withdrawal was actually damaging to me, emotionally.  The chemical imbalance left me feeling depressed.  I am ashamed to say that tears came out of my eyes and I began gently sobbing.  I sniffed quietly, but Sabrina still heard.  She sat up and looked at me with those big doe eyes. 
“Oh poor baby!”  she said condescendingly. 
“Why are you doing this to me?!”  I whined.  “Just finish it already!”

“I want to, believe me, I really do, but you have to tell me the password baby.”  She stripped a pillowcase off  and began to dab my eyes.
“Fine!” I said, now angry that she was making me do this.  “Just untie me and I’ll type it in.”
Her shiny glossed lips turned thin and a hint of a scowl clouded her forehead. 
“That’s not how this works.”  Her hand reached out to my member and began building me up once more.  I was now conditioned like a dog to react to the sound of a bell.  I shuddered at her touch which gave false promises to my aching member. 
“No please.  Please  PLEASE!”  I began whispering please in rhythm with my hips as I thrust upwards.  She continued to fondle me as my erection grew to full salute again, though it had never truly deflated.
Please  please  please please  but even as I continued whispering the word please it’s meaning changed in my mind from “Please stop”  to “Please don’t stop.”  The amount of pleasure she caused was indescribable.  The emotional response from my body made me love and hate her at the same time.  I want to please her and hurt her.  I can’t give her the password, I can’t do it, she wins if I do.  But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.  Just as the pleasure pinnacled she once again relented.
“AAAAlRIGHT! Just do it and I’ll tell you I promise!”  I begged like a sad little boy who lost a game.  My voice cracked.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?”  she smiled incredulously showing that during this whole episode she was composed and comfortable, unlike me who was currently losing my marbles.  She had got to me.  She was in my mind now.
“Okay, okay okay!”  she was now tracing her fingertips so softly up and down my shaft it was torturous and cruel and excruciatingly exquisite.
“The password is…”  I paused knowing I was giving more to this teenage captor more than just a password.  Her eyes bore into mine and I think I noticed she was a bit anxious for the first time.  It felt good to have her subject to me if only for a moment.

And now for the other reason I dreaded this moment, “Bigboobs1557.”  I don’t know why I chose such a stupid password.  I always hated making passwords and it’s just one of those things I typed it when I was promted when I first bought the laptop.  Nobody ever would have guessed it, it was king of a joke to myself really.
Sabrina’s eyes lit up and her face smirked.  “You’ve got to be joking, right?!”  her fingers stopped painfully on my shaft.  She paused a moment then pressed it strongly into my abdomen causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot up my spine just before she turned around and her fingers furiously typed into the keyboard.
“Oh my gosh Mr. W!”  She exclaimed.  “I had no idea you were a boob guy!  I guess all guys are, but you must be especially! We’ll have fun with that later.”
The log in noise played and my familiar desktop came up.
“Sabrina, please don’t leave me!”  I whined.

She opened up a browser to my facebook which automatically logged in she scrolled a few pages down my feed.  I would have been scared normally, but I felt that there were more pressing matters.
“Sabrina!”  I moaned, feeling dirty.

“How do I get to the grading website?”  She asked without turning to look at me, her hand reached out mechanically to stimulate me more.
After a gasp I managed to explain, “It’s in bookmarks,  *gasp* you’ll see it’s one of the first ones.”
Her left hand used the touchpad to get onto the page.  It once again logged in automatically with my credentials.  I really didn’t care at this point.  Her fingers continued to stimulate my rock hard member.
“Good good good,”  she muttered under her breath. “One last thing and you can have it!”
“Yes!”  I gasped, “Anything, just name it!”  I was literally putty in her hand at this point.  She had me wrapped around her finger.  She had complete and utter control.
“What site do you do your banking on?”  she turned her head to look down at me, daring me to deny her once more.  OH CRAP!  Not that, anything but that I thought for a moment.  But that thought quickly left as her finger tips once again began to trace circles under my head.
I spilled everything thing.  I told her the site, my username and password.
She turned around once more and typed everything in.  My account balance popped up on the screen.  Now I really was scared.
“Oh boy!”  she said gleefully.  “And they say teachers don’t make much.”
“Sabrina, you promised!”  I said to her.
Her hands went up to the laptop screen and pulled it down into the closed position.  She picked it up and set it on the floor then she turned around sitting crosslegged and arched her back in a stretch causing her massive hooters to press tightly against her tank top.  The tops of her breasts bulged over the top, threatening to spill over.  Her arms stretched upwards and she hummed as she let a breath out in victory, her eyes closed and her mouth turned up in a languid smile.
“There now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” She looked down at me her eyebrows raised up in a condescending smirk.
“You’ve made me very happy, Mr. W. so it’s only fair that I make you very happy too.”  She began to crawl towards me on the bed.
“Still,” she whispered in my ear.  Her massive head close to mine once again put into perspective my tiny size. “I wish you would have told me sooner, it would have been a MUCH more enjoyable ending.”
Her tongue lashed out and pulled my earlobe into her big hot mouth.  Her teeth caught it and nibbled gently.  Her hand found my stiffening rod.
“I guess we’ll have to save that for another time when you decide to be a good boy.” She explained, “But you can still have a reward this time for a job well done.”
She squeezed me forcibly.  My tired penis still responded to her touch. 
“Mr. W.”  she whispered in-between nibbles. “Tell me I’m your favorite.”
I shuddered at her erotic touch which controlled me like an artist controls a brush.
“You’re my favorite, Sabrina.”  I whimpered
Her thumb once again found my frenum and began pulling down on it causing some precum to dribble out.  She had me exactly where she knew I would end up.  I realized I now had no bargaining power left with this girl.
“Tell me you want me to make you come more than anything in the world.”  She whispered sexily in my ear.
I swallowed in a dry throat, my orgasm quickly approaching. “I w-want you t-to *gasp*,”  I could barely form a coherent sentence at this point.
“Say it,” she commanded and her hand ministrations continued in intensity causing pleasure to shoot to my hips like I’d never felt yet.  I was closely approaching the same point.  Would she do it this time?  I truly wondered.
“M-m-make me c-c-um more th-than anyth-thing.”  I managed
“In the world.”  She corrected.
“I-in the w-w-world.”  Her hand was incessant around my pulsing rod, my hips bucked, her tongue and teeth relentless against my ear and earlobe.
“Now,” she paused and I cringed with fear that she would withdraw again, “Thank me, pet.”
“Thank YOUUUUUUUU!” On the word ‘you’ she pulled down hard on my shaft and gave it a savage squeeze pushing me over the edge.  My orgasm hit me forcing my eyes to close in the first wave of pleasure that buckled my knees.  My breathe came quickly and my heart pounded furiously as I yelled repeatedly the words “THANK YOU!” with each wave that crashed against me.  I had been with women before, but never anything like this, it was mind blowing.  My penis squirted, twitched and fought against Sabrina’s devastating hand.  Her fist around my member was now lubricated with cum as she torqued and squeezed in all the right places at the right times.  I heard her coddling me through the orgasm with encouragement saying “Good boy,  goooooood boy,”  each time I was rocked by a wave.
I was absolutely spent at this point.  I felt exhausted.  Her hand continued to massage my deflating member.  I turned my face to Sabrina and planted a kiss on her nose.  Why did I just do that?  I thought.  I couldn’t explain my actions at this point.  She simply gave me a knowing smile.  I couldn’t help but look down her tank top.  She was laying on her side so her breasts were pressed together and squished upwards.  Was I falling in love with this girl?  No, certainly I felt some emotional attachment after that episode, but it was not love.  I had this desire to please her, to make her like me, but it was completely irrational.  This is not good, I thought clearly for the first time in a while.
“Well,” she said, pushing herself up, “If you liked that, you’ll love what comes next.”  A wicked smile took over her face and I felt a familiar sensation of everything growing.

OH no, not this again!  I felt the duct tape getting larger around my hands until my hands shrunk out of my bonds, same for my feet.  The room exploded. Sabrina shot up, growling larger and larger and larger until she towered over me, a true giantess.  Her smiling face beamed down at me.  She reached a now massive hand down to me.  Her slender finders wrapped around me and her red manicured fingernails she used to sexually torture me closed in a fist.
“How does five inches feel, Mr. W?”

Too be continued

Sabrina held me up to her billboard sized face, her brilliant blue eyes probed every inch of my exhausted body.  I looked into her sparkling eyes and felt like I was being watched by a predator.  I studied the features of her now larger-than-life face.  I noticed the faint freckles on her cheeks,  her platinum blonde hair that cascaded down to her bare shoulders.  Finally my eyes stopped on her cleavage which was absolutely mind numbingling wonderful.  Her small tank top held two of the most perfect and I could honestly say, largest, breasts I had ever laid eyes on.
“Hey,” she said in a mock-stern whisper, “Eyes up here little man.”

She giggled as I once again directed my eyes up to hers.

“S-s-sabrina.”  My voice was so quiet now, and higher than normal.

“Don’t worry my pet,” she whispered and her face broke into a smile, “I’ll explain how it works later, but for now I’ve got to get you home!”

My eyebrows raised up in shock.  I was being kidnapped by this girl.  I finally came to terms that this situation was beyond escape now.  This girl had reduced me from someone who a girl like this would normally cross the street late at night to avoid, into nothing more than, what did she call me?  A pet.  The thought made me shudder, but before I could do anything Sabrina whisked me away at a dizzying speed through the air.  All of the familiar rooms of my house were now blown out of proportion.  Her hand was cool and her grip was firm enough to make sure I didn’t fall or try to escape.  Before I could say anything further Sabrina set me in her purse.
“Now you stay put little man, I’ve got a few things to take care of before we take off.”

And just like that she zipped her purse shut and I was in darkness.  It smelled feminine in her purse, like you would imagine, kind of like lotion or perfume.  I was honestly so exhausted I could probably have fallen asleep right there if my heart wasn’t pounding so much.  I heard Sabrina move around the house a bit and then I got that sense of vertigo telling me that she was now toting me around in her bag.  I heard the Sabrina open a door, judging by where I thought I was, it had to be the back door.  Why would she leave through the back door though?
Oh crap, if she leaves the car in the garage there will be nothing to trace my disappearance to the school!  She was covering her tracks no doubt.  I felt the warm summer heat start to permeate the bag and the gentle rocking of her carrying the bag began to make me sleepy.  It’s hard to imagine but somehow during her walking, which seemed to take a long time, I dozed off.

When I woke up I was no longer in the bag.  I was on an enormous bed, well to me it was enormous.  It was probably just a queen judging from the rest of the room.  This had to be Sabrina’s room.  It was evening time outside, the sun was starting to set, and it was quiet, really quiet.  I got up on the bed, which had a large, soft, purple blanket on top.  I began walking around and inspecting my surroundings.  I noticed it seemed like the typical high school girls room.  Posters on the wall.  A cork board with pictures of her and her friends.  A bookshelf, nightstand dresser, a desk, wait a second.  I peered at the desk, my suspicion peaked.  Was it?  Yes!  My laptop was sitting on the desk!  I made one more sweep of the room, Sabrina was no where in sight.  Where could she be? 

As I began to walk around on the bed, I found the sensation… how could I put it delicately, troubling.  My member was now gargantuan sized compared to the rest of my body.  It was completely flaccid and still hung down  to almost my  knees.  It was about as thick around as a my wrist.  Why would she do this to me?  I had to kind of waddle around a little bow-legged to prevent it from slapping into my thigh too much.  I jumped up and down a few times and the experience was very uncomfortable.  When I came back down I could really feel the force of it between my legs pulling the rest of my body down.  I let out a sigh and shook my head.  I really hope when I see her next she will explain what the heck is going on.

I eyed my laptop once again, it sat on the desk, not too far from the bed.  Maybe, just maybe she had connected to the wifi, or there was an open signal.  That is… if she hadn’t changed the password. 
No, I thought, there’s no way.  I doubt a girl like her even knows how to change a password on a windows OS, let alone think to do so.  It looked like I could get up on the desk from the nightstand which was not too far.  I would have to jump from the nightstand to the desk which sat a little higher off the ground.  I walked up the length of the bed, which was actually kind of exhausting in itself because the bed was so soft.  It was like walking in sand, not to mention my member kept flopping around which threw me off.

When I finally reached the nightstand I noticed the laptop was plugged in.  That was a good sign.  It indicated she most likely used it and also I wouldn’t have to worry about a dead battery.  I scanned the room once again, still no sign of Sabrina, in fact, no sign of anyone.  At 5 inches tall it was a daunting task to reach the desk from the nightstand.  If only she had made me 8 or 9, it would have been significantly easier, but now I was smaller than a Ken doll.  She did this to me.

I got some distance from the edge of the nightstand and in a running jump, leaped and grabbed a hold of the desk.  I was so tired from the multiple orgasms Sabrina had forced upon me earlier in the day, despite my nap I was still feeling drained.  I knew that falling was not an option as I would miss my only chance to access the laptop.  I mustered all my strength and pulled as hard as I could.  I managed to lift myself up onto the surface of the desk.  I was huffing and puffing from the exertion.  I took a moment to catch my breath, but knew that I shouldn’t wait too long.  Sabrina could walk in at any moment.  Having that enormous teenage vixen upset at me was the last thing on my list to do.  I thought of the exquisite sexual torture she had inflicted on my on my bed.  She was way too experienced for a girl her age and really seemed to know the male psyche more than I did.  It was unforgettable, the tease she had put me through and it also made the climax so so so much more sweet.  But she hadn’t even been angry at me then.  That was just normal for her.  I didn’t want to think too much on what she would do for punishment.

I rolled onto all fours, and pushed myself back up.  I walked over to my now, massive laptop, the size of a basketball court.  I grabbed the lid and tried to lift, it barely budged.  I put my legs and back into it and with both hand managed to lift the lid up a few inches.  I took a second to catch my breath and then pushed up on the screen some more.  It was more than difficult at my size.  That’s probably why she chose to make the debilitating height of 5 inches.  It would be so much more difficult to navigate and I lost a lot of my self-sufficiency.  I would have to rely on Sabrina for almost everything if this didn’t pay off.

The screen was now at about a 75 degree angle so it pointed slightly down at me.  I walked over the to power button which I normally could find with the tip of my finger.  Now as I approached it I had to get down and push with both hands like I was giving it CPR.  The familiar noise of the fans turning on was much louder than I remembered.  I began to get excited as I saw the familiar sequence of the laptop booting up.

It came up with my lock screen.  This is it!  I thought with some surprise that I had gotten this far.  I had no idea what I would do, go on facebook and message someone that I’d been kidnapped by this former student of mine who had sexually abducted me and somehow shrunk me?  I could figure that out in a second.  Better not count my chickens before they hatch.  It was time to see if she changed the pass word.

Typing at 5 inches proved as everything else I had done, to be much more difficult.  I had to make sure that I didn’t press the wrong key which is not easy when you can’t just reach a single key.  I had to hop one foot out and once the key was pressed, quickly bring it back so the laptop didn’t think I was holding down one key and continue typing the character multiple times. 

B

That’s one down.

I walked over a bit and leaned out with my foot.

I

I was starting to get the hang of it.  I spelled out my password slowly, but deliberately.  When I was satisfied, I moved over to the enter key.  I pressed it with my outstretched foot and then looked up at the screen.  My heart sank.  The password field was now blank with the note in red letters that it was incorrect.  Hmmmmmmm, I took a moment to think.  Did I press O twice or once?  Well it wouldn’t hurt to try again I supposed, just to make sure.

I went through the actions once again making sure to go through each letter in my mind.  When I pressed enter this time the same result occurred, but I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.  Was it?  Had it been?  Oh no!  I think I had seen the little green light next to the web cam flick on and then off, indicating that it had taken a picture.  I knew that there was an option to turn on where if the wrong password was typed it would take a picture so you could see who had taken your laptop, but I had definitely not enabled it when I set up on my computer.  Maybe I was just seeing things.

I typed some gibberish into the password and ran over to the touch pad.  Using the palm of my hand I moved the cursor over the OK button and with my eyes fixed on the webcam I clicked. 
Crap.

There was no denying it.  The webcam had been taking pictures the whole time.  My stomach sank and felt like it turned to water.  What do I do now?  I thought.  This just went from bad to worse.  Get out of the room.  I bet I could squeeze under the door at my height. 

I ran back over to the edge of the desk.  Getting down was a little more scary, especially because it was darker now and there weren’t any lights on.  In the fading light of dusk I hopped from the desk to the nightstand and landed on all fours.  I made my way onto the bed and grabbing fistfuls of blanket made my way down to the soft carpet.  I ran towards the door, but as I approached I knew it was futile.  There was hardly any room between the door and the carpet and there was also a towel wedged underneath. 
I’m screwed, I said aloud to myself.

Well, any other brilliant ideas?  I thought.  Maybe hide?  That’s about all I could do at this point.  If I hid well enough maybe in the morning I could see another solution, who knows, though this blonde sexpot had already outwitted me at every turn.  I felt like a mouse in a trap.

Yes, hiding seemed like the best option.  The dresser had a gap between the carpet and its bottom.  I figured it was the best I could do.  I went prone and wiggled into the crevice.  I lay on the carpet and waited.
The anticipation was really the worst part of this.  I knew she was going to be pissed when she got back and I wasn’t there.  Then she would no doubt check the laptop.  She would probably know that I was still somewhere in the room, but this space was too small for a hand and some of the bottom of the dresser dipped down towards the carpet, making it impossible to see me back here unless the entire dresser was lifted off the ground, which I thought would be unlikely given Sabrina’s petite frame.

I waited and waited. Hours passed, it was definitely dark outside.  I wondered where her family was, this whole time.  I was almost about to doze off when I heard a noise in the home.  I poked my head out and saw some light through the window.  I really started to feel some adrenaline pumping now.  I realized that Sabrina was the type to entice me to come out rather than go on a goose chase.  I resolved right now to not give in.  No matter what she threatened with, no matter what she bribed me with, I was not leaving this spot until morning when I could better assess the situation in the light of day. 
I was guessing it to be about midnight now.  I heard the sound of the towel being pulled out from under the door and the door opened.  Within seconds a light was flicked on.

“Well well well,” Sabrina’s honeyed voice rang through the room, “Someone’s been a naughty boy!” she added a giggle.  The effect her voice alone had on me was crippling.  It sent daggers down my spine.  No sirens song could ever elicit such a response.  I found her voice tickled my brain and forced me to remember when she was on her knees under my desk paralyzing me with pleasure, or when she wrestled me to the ground and tugged my member until I submitted.  The sound of her voice crept down my spine and I found I was fighting off a semi.

I heard her weight settle on the bed. 
“Come out, come out wherever you are!”  she said tantalizingly.

After a few moments of silence I heard her stand up off the bed. My heart was beating so fast.  My breath was so loud if I wasn’t 5 inches I’m sure she would have heard me.
Don’t give in, I reaffirmed to myself, no matter what she says, don’t give in.

No matter what, I thought, I must not surrender to Sabrina.  Things had gone way too far.  I was now 5 inches because of what she had done to me.  The way things were going I knew that I would be better off on my own even though I had lost a lot of my autonomy at this size.  If I could just find someone besides her and tell them what happened….

“I’m sad,”  Sabrina said aloud to the seemingly empty room, “You make me sad, Mr. West.  I just want you to like me, that’s all I wanted all year, but you don’t seem to want to.  I know you must find me attractive, I caught you staring at my boobs more than once in class.”

She was right.  While I’m ashamed to admit it, sometimes Sabrina dressed very… distractingly.  Like I said, I had to send her down to the office more than once on dress code violations.  Still, I guess it makes me a hypocrite, because I would sometimes catch my eyes absent mindedly moving towards he neckline.
“All the guys at school like me.”  She went on, “I could have anyone of them.  I started to notice it a few years ago.  People started treating me differently.  I could get boys to do things for me, like homework, or chores, or fetch me things at my job at the restaurant.  In fact boys like me so much I can make them do things without them even knowing, like changing their size, haha!”
What was she talking about now?  This was way too interesting.  Normally I would have passed off such a claim as BS but now  that I stood a little taller than a TV remote I hung on her every word.
“I don’t want to go into too much detail yet,” she said, “that would spoil the fun.” 
I noticed her voice was much louder now.  It seemed to fill the room.  I resonated through the walls and through my body.  It was because she was standing closer to the dresser now.  Every word she spoke sent a shiver down my spine.
“I was sad you wouldn’t change my grade,” she went on, “but I like that you keep resisting me, that way when you finally do give in my control over you will be so much more powerful.”  She giggled a little.
“The one’s that fight me the strongest always fall the hardest.”  She explained, “I can hardly wait!  You’ll do anything I say, believe anything I tell you, and be anything I tell you to be!  All because you’ll be in love with me!”
Her voice was really starting to have an effect on me.  I think my brain was now programed to associate her voice with some of the most tender and exquisite orgasms I had ever experienced. I noticed that I was unsuccessful in fighting my semi, it was now becoming a raging hard on.  I was disgusted at how large my member felt.  I pinched myself hard in the leg with my thumb and forefinger, praying that the pain would distract my mind from her erotic and dominating voice.
“It’s too bad you tried to get on your laptop.  I don’t know why you want to get away so badly.  I really like you Mr. West.  Ever since our first week, I knew I had to have you.  You should hear some of the conversations my friends and I have about you in the bathroom.”
What?  This was the first I’d heard of such conversations.  Don’t believe her! I thought.  She’s trying to flatter you.

“Anyways, I’m really tired, I just got off a late night shift at work, it was so busy.  Why don’t you just come out now and I promise your punishment won’t be that bad.”
Punishment?  That didn’t surprise me.  Let her threaten me all she wants, they’re just words, I’m not coming out.

“You probably think that if you wait until I fall asleep you can find a way out.  Well, that’s not really going to happen, you see.  I triple checked the whole room before I set you down.  There is no way out of here little guy!  Besides, if you could find a way out, I don’t think you’d want to take it, you haven’t met Cuddles yet, she’s our cat.  She’s nice towards people, but every once in a while she comes in with a dead bird.  You’re not too far off in size from a bird, are you Mr. West?”

A cat?!  Are you kidding me?  Now I was a little worried, the fear that had initially taken root when she first entered the room became stronger.  On my own I would probably be fine, but a cat might, and probably would kill me at this size.  The thought was terrifying.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Mr. West.  Far from it, I want to help you feel things and experience things that no other woman has ever made you feel before.  In fact, I bet I already have!”

My penis twitched in the air involuntarily.  Her words made me cringe, she was right. I’d been with plenty of women, but none had an effect on me like this young, teenage bombshell.  She practically knew her way around my body like the back of her hand.  No. Stop thinking about it, stay strong, I thought.

“I really need to get to bed, and I have no idea where you are in the room.  If I were you, I’d hide under the dresser or in the closet somewhere.”
I broke out in a cold sweat.  It’s like she could anticipate my every move.
“You can stay there if you want, I’m not going to come looking for you. I just want to let you know there is no way out of this room.  The vents are sealed, the windows are all shut, and the towel is really an unnecessary precaution since you’d be too small anyways.”
She was right, the image of the towel under the door was fresh in my brain and I knew that while it had been the most likely escape route, that there was simply no way to do it in this room.  Dang it, she was starting to get to me.
“So you can stay there all you like, but at some point you will get hungry, or need to go to the bathroom, or decide you want to experience all of my…” she hesitated, “comforts again.”

My rod pulsed involuntarily again at the sound of her proposition. I felt my strength leaving me.
“So I’m going to sit down on the bed and count down from ten,” I heard her weight settle on the bed again, “If you don’t come out by then, I’m going to go to bed, but when I find you,“ she added, “and trust me, you will come out when you realize how pointless hiding is, THEN your punishment will last a lot longer.  I think for your punishment I’ll have to shrink you down some more.  But if you come out now, it will just be for the night and then I’ll let you be 5 inches again in the morning, or maybe even bigger!”

Her words flowed into me like sweet honey.  It didn’t sound so bad, I guess, right?  NO!  Stay strong! I thought, but the voice in the back of my head said, “What’s the point?”

“But not too big, I like you small and cute.  I’ll even give you some dinner, I bet you’re hungry.”
I was starving, that really was the final straw.  But I could still resist, I could wait until morning, there’s no telling how small she’d make me!  But it was just for the night she said. And how would I escape?
“Anyways, time starts now!  10!”

Resist, I thought, don’t let her control you!
“9!”

You’ve given too much to her already, it’s time to take some control back.
“8!”

But I’m hungry
“7!”

You need to show her you don’t care, let her find you in the morning trying to escape, it will show you don’t want this.
“6!”

She has a cat, that’s serious.

“5!”

I just want to be normal again, why did this happen?

“4!”
I’m hungry this is hopeless, I don’t want her cat to eat me.

“3!”

I don’t want to live under a dresser.  I don’t care if she shrinks me again, at least it will only be a night.

“2!”

But I have to resist, I promised myself I would
“1!”

Forget that, there’s no other way out of this.
I began getting up and moving towards the opening of the bottom of the dresser.  At least my hard on had subsided. I think it was all of the adrenaline.  My heart was still pumping hard.  I was really nervous.  How would she react?

My head poked out into the light and then I was up on both feet.  I squinted a little, my mouth was dry.

“Okay, okay, Sabrina.”  I said out loud in a voice that didn’t sound like mine.  “I give, you win.”

I saw her sitting on the side of the bed with an Olive Garden polo t-shirt and some capris.

When our eyes met I saw her face light up in a smile.  Her bright blue piercing eyes looked absolutely ecstatic.   She stepped off the bed.  And got down on the carpet, sitting with her legs indian style.
“I missed you.” She said, drawing out the “you” as if we were dating or something.
“Why don’t you come over here, we have some things to discuss.” She said.  I swallowed involuntarily in a dry throat.  I’d never been so nervous.  She motioned with her hand in a “come here” fashion.
I began walking the long distance to where she sat, it felt like a football field length.
“I’m really sorry,” I said nervously as I began walking.  Was I really saying that?  Was I really apologizing to her for trying to be free again?
“I know little one,” she coddled, “I’m sorry too, just come over now.”

As I approached I looked around the room, I couldn’t make eye contact, I was too embarrassed and scared of her to look directly at her.  I saw out of the corner of my eye her head following me, watching my every movement.  I was completely naked as always, which certainly added to my shyness.
I finally was standing about a foot away from her.  I noticed her dark red toe nails and her perfect smooth, pale skin that went only about half way up her shins.
“Here,” she said pulling out her phone, “Do you like my new lock screen?”

She put the device down on the carpet in front of me, it was like a 60” LED to my size.  I looked in horror at her phone which displayed a picture taken from my laptop webcam of me in the center, completely nude with my disproportionately large shlong dangling between my legs like a third leg.  My body was on one knee, one hand on the touch pad of the laptop.  My face was bathed in the dim light of the laptop screen, my mouth gaped open, my expression that of astonishment, fear and hopelessness.  It was not a flattering picture to say the least.
“It’s my new favorite!”  Sabrina said happily, “We’ll get some better one down the road though, even better than this!”

How could she just change her phone wallpaper to that?  What if someone saw?  What did she mean other pictures?  My head was spinning, I had no words.  I literally didn’t know how to respond to what I’d just seen.  I looked up at her gorgeous face for the first time.  Even in her modest work get up, she was still stunningly beautiful.  Her hair was in a ponytail, she was wearing some mascara and eyeliner which really made her eyes, sexy, I hate to say it, but it did, there was no denying it.

“You tried to escape!”  She said as she cocked her head to one side in a sly smile.

“I’m sorry Sab--  Sabrina, I really am!”  My voice cracked as I tilted my head up to talk to her.
“How sorry?”  She said with a sly smirk.
“Very sorry!  I’ll never do it again, you have my word!”  I pleaded.  Was I really saying these things?  A few moments ago I was resolved never to give into this girl again, but now that I stood before her things were different.
“What do you want me to do to make up for it?” I asked,  “I’ll show you how to change grades in my laptop, it’s easy, how does that sound?
Serena bent over and went prone on the carpet so her upper body weight was on her elbows.  Her enormous assets pressed against her tight polo and when I glanced down for a moment I could see the outline of her bra wire.  My mind took a mental image against my will. 
“That’s all well and good,” she said, “But I still have to punish you.”
“No, please, Sabrina, I’ll do anything I swear, don’t make me any smaller, I really don’t like being small!” I pleaded.

“I know, that’s why it makes for such a good punishment.”  Her face was actually kind of apologetic now, she seemed to sympathize with me a little at least.
“PLEASE, Sabrina.  I sa—I said I’m sorry!”  My voice broke again as I begged, but this time it was because I was close to tears.  It was really pathetic.  I was embarrassed of what I had become.

“I’ll never do it again!” I got down on my knees, “It was a mistake, I promise, I’ll listen to you from now on!”  I put my face into the carpet and my hands, very close to having a full melt down at the thought of being  made yet even smaller.

“Hey little guy.” I felt her giant but delicate finger lift my head up.  “I know you don’t want to, it will just be one night, I promise.”  Her face showed genuine sympathy for what she was going to do next.

She moved over onto her side so her right arm propped her head up off the ground.  Her left hand was still free and she stroked the side of my head with her index finger.
“Shhhhshhhhhshhhhhh.”  She comforted.

I wiped a tear from my eye.  Was this really happening.
I looked up at her one more time.  Her body was even more breathtaking from this view.  A platinum blond lock fell over her face.  I saw the faint freckles underneath her stunning smoldering blue eyes, and her knockers protruded an unbelievable amount off her chest.  For a petite girl like her to have a pair like that was simply unreasonable.  She was definitely blessed in that department.

“Please.”  I pleaded one last time.
“The good news is, “she bit her lip apologetically, “In order to shrink you down I have to make you come.”
Good news?  She was going to force me again?  Wait! It made sense I suppose, well not really, but every time I had shrunk it had been right after she had made me orgasm.  Maybe if I could prevent her from making me come I would be able to prevent shrinking.

Her left hand gripped my rod, much like she was holding a pencil, between her thumb, middle and index fingers. She began to squeeze and twist, squeeze and twist.
I grabbed her massive thumb between my two small hands, I wasn’t trying to remove it exactly, but just kind of show her I didn’t want her hand there.  I fought with my mind as hard as I could, but with each pulse of her delicate soft fingers I found myself losing more and more.  I was hard again in no time.  I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.  If I could just master my mind I wouldn’t shrink anymore.  I couldn’t let her into my mind.  I thought of the worst pain I’d ever been in in my life.  I thought about a brick wall, anything, but with each surge of pressure from her hand I found I lost more and more ground as my thoughts were redirected to images of her.  Her enormous rack that somehow fit inside that tight Olive garden polo.  The slight freckles just above her breasts that I noticed when I was full sized.  Not to mention those shouldering predatory eyes.  I opened my eyes and noticed she had matching dark red finger polish on. 
“I’m going to make this a quickie though.” She whispered sternly and her hand began to speed up. “I will let you experience your true potential when you have really learned to listen to me.”

Her hand was now pumping and pulsing around my rod violently.  I knew there was nothing I could do about it at this point.  My grip on her fingers tightened, but instead of just holding on, I found my hands had a mind of their own and I was pulling her into me, closer to me.  It was mind numbingly wonderful.  Then all too soon, I felt myself get tipped over the edge.  It was that point when I knew even if she took her hands away it wouldn’t matter anymore.  Nothing mattered anymore.  I released hard and she matched my rhythm causing the pleasure to intensify.  My eyes were closed shut and hard as she pulled me off more and more until I was gasping.  I began to slow down and she matched me again.  She was really good at reading my body language.  I sat down and then laid on my back, getting ready for what I knew must happen next.
But before it did Sabrina took her hand up to her face and inspected my load.  She smirked and her tongue lashed out to taste a tiny bit.
“Interesting.”  Was all she said with a chuckle

Then all at once the world began to get larger again.  I felt the carpet fibers under me spreading and expanding.  I saw Sabrina’s already big head get bigger and higher. I was losing over half my body height this time.  I would be the size of a match. 
The world finally stopped spinning and Sabrina sat up indian style again.  Her right hand, now the size of a basketball court, came down and scooped me up.  I was still huffing and puffing after what she just put me through.  She held me up to her face for inspection.  I sad she was a giantess before, but she was much, much larger now.  Her eyes followed me as she scrutinized every part of my body.
“Just one night,” I heard her whisper as her dazzling blue mascaraed eyes shot down at me.
“Don’t worry,” she continued, “You’ll learn.  You’ll learn soon enough. Now, let’s get you something to eat.”

Sabrina set me on the kitchen countertop and gave me some food she brought home from work.
“But what about your cat?”  I asked nervously.

She smirked, “I just made him up.  Oh, and my mom is out of town right now, so I have the house all to myself.”  She put the back of her hand to her mouth and yawned.  “I’m going to get ready for bed while you eat up.”
Just as I was finishing up Sabrina came back in wearing a silk nightgown.  As always, she looked amazing.  The thin straps hung off of her pale soft shoulders.  The neckline plunged down to show a gut wrenching amount of her bosom which despite any support from a bra still seemed to bulge upwards and outwards against gravity.  She also had on a gold necklance I didn’t notice before with a small cross that seemed to dip down into her cleavage.  She did look a bit sleepy though, her eyes were half shut like she had a long shift at work.
“Now to discuss our sleeping arrangements.”  She said, “I have decided for some of your punishment you will spend the night with me under my close supervision.”
I didn’t like the sound of that one bit.
She pulled a twisty-tie from the cupboard, the kind you use to seal the bag around a loaf of bread.  Then she got down on her knees so her enormous theater-sized face was looming right in front of me.
“Put your hands together please.”  She said quietly.
“Why?”  I asked apprehensively.

“I’m too tired for this right now, Mr. West.  I gave you food, I’ve made you comfortable, now just man up and accept your punishment for the night.”
I noticed her voice rose a little in frustration.  Once again I melted in front of her, what choice did I have?  I’m sure she could have easily overpowered me anyways.
When my hands were in front of me she twisty-tied them together, which normally would be really easy to undo, but at my size of course, they were just about the same as handcuffs.  She tied the ends together firmly so that there was no way I was going to get out of it, but not so tight that my circulation was cut off.
“Can you get out of it?”  She questioned me.
I tested the bond, it held strong.  I shook my head no, not making eye contact with her.
“Are you going to try?”  She challenged me.

I shook my head again, fully coming to accept my fate.
“Good boy.”  She said and then her hands went behind her neck.  I looked up and saw her undoing the clasp of her necklace.   “Oh, noooooo.”  Was all I could think.

“Tonight you’re really going to get to know me, doll man,” she seemed a little excited now, “Me and my girls that is.”
She undid the necklace and brought it onto the counter top.
“Hands up, pet.” She said.

I reluctantly held up my hands and she thread the chain of her necklace through my arms like a thread through the eye of a needle.  When it was through I saw a smile crease the corners of her delicate lips.
“Sabrina, this really isn’t---“ I began

“Tut tut, Mr. W., I’ll hear no more of that,” she took on a scolding tone, “You were naughty, you get punished, it’s as simple as that.  You should be glad I’m not doing anything worse.  Hopefully this teaches you not to try to run away from me anymore.”

She pulled on both ends of the chain and I felt my feet leave the ground.  Just like that I was air-born.  I thought being strung up by my wrists would hurt, but the sensation was really not that bad.  I think because of my smaller size the pressure on my wrists didn’t have the same effect as if I was still my normal size.
Sabrina held me out in front of her like a prized piece of jewelry, which I suppose is really all I was at this point.  Her lips parted in a smile to reveal her bleached white teeth.
“You see my pet,” she raised her eyebrows like she was explaining to a child, “at your teeny tiny size you’re too small to even generate enough body heat to make it through the night by yourself.  This is really the only way for you to sleep tonight, since I keep the AC so low.  You’ll need my body heat if you don’t want to get hypothermic.”

And with that she pulled me in close to her body.  I saw her slender neck getting bigger and bigger.  I noticed the her prominent collar bone and just below that her seemingly impossibly large rack that was pulled up in, what I hate to admit, was the most astonishing display of cleavage I’d seen in my entire life.  Her two large boobs each had a small amount of freckling on the tops of them that led down into a deep valley of darkness between the twin orbs.   My mind again took a mental snap shot that I’m sure I’d never be able to forget.
Then all at once I made contact with her neck as she fastened the chain behind her neck.  When she was done she let the chain slack and I began sliding down the path of least resistance her body took, first her throat, then past her clavicle, then down into that amazing cleavage.  Her skin was warm, so warm.  It felt amazing in fact.  My naked body seemed to want to touch as much of her as I possibly could even though I knew how wrong it was.
“There we go.” I heard her say, but to be honest I felt her say it since I was so close to her vocal chords at this size.
“You’ll be comfortable in there, you’ll see.”  She said.
I thought her voice had a strange effect on me before but now it was overpowering.  Because of my smaller size it made my body physically vibrate with each syllable she spoke.  I found it tickled me and seemed to make my member vibrate the most.
I noticed she smelled really nice, some flowery fruity smell that you’d expect from a girl her age.  Her entire body seemed to be oozing femininity.  The warmth of her soft, supple skin.  The sound and the feeling of her voice.  The scent of her body, it was all too much and I found myself, once again, getting hard.  I couldn’t exactly maneuver that much and my dick kept poking her boob as she walked out of the kitchen.
“Don’t get too excited down there, Mr. W.”  She teased, “I already showered for the night!”
Her voice was so powerful.  I was sure that if she kept talking it would be enough to make me come on its own.  It went all through my body and tickled me in a way I just couldn’t handle.
She turned out the light and got under the covers.  She laid on her back and once she was settled in I managed to wriggle out from between her breasts and move up her neckline a bit.
“That tickles,” she giggled, sending vibrations through my tiny body, “What on earth are you doing?”
“I think I’d be more comfortable here.” I explained and nestled myself in the space between her two collarbones.
“Okay,” she said suspiciously, “Suit yourself.” She gave out a big yawn.

“You can try to fight it all you want but I know you love my boobs.”  Her words kept tickling me, and I felt my member contract involuntarily.  If she kept talking she would push me over the edge again. I chose not to say anything and just go to sleep.
Her skin was so soft and warm.  I could hear her heart beat through it and also feel the breath pass through her.  She wasn’t joking about the AC, it was a bit cold, but her body gave off enough heat to keep me warm.  For how long the day had been I was exhausted and I found myself nodding off in no time.  Soon enough I was out like a light.


I woke up a few hours late, to a great upheaval.  I felt the ground moving beneath me.  Sabrina was turning over!  As she did I slid against her pale skin and landed unceremoniously onto the sheet.  Should I get her attention somehow?  What if she did it again and smothered me?  I figured that was unlikely. 
Still bound to her chain looked up at her moon lit face.  Even in the darkness her hair looked white when it caught the moonlight coming through the window.  I thought off all the times I saw her in class. I never thought anything about her, but as things with her progressed I truly came to realize just how beautiful she was.  Too bad she was also a psychopath.
I nestled into the sheet, it lacked the warmth, softness, and scent of Sabrina, but I’m sure it would do for the night.
As I tried to fall asleep again I noticed I was getting a bit cold.  First my feet, then my ears and it continued to creep over me.  I normally don’t mind the cold, I sleep with the AC blasting myself, but this was different.  I began to shiver and shake as more and more heat left my body.  When my teeth started chattering I realized that sleeping on the sheet was not really an option.  I got back up.
I surveyed the scene before me.  The space on her chest between the collar bones would no longer work because she was at a steep angle.  Climbing onto her neck seemed like a bad idea since she might just roll back over.  I needed somewhere that would keep me secure without moving too much wherever she moved.  Oh dang it….
I rubbed my folded arms to get some heat back.  At my tiny 2 inches I had lost so much self sufficiency I couldn’t even keep my own body warm.  There was no other option.  I reached her bicep and hoisted myself onto it.  I noticed it was really firm and toned.  This girl probably hit the gym regularly.  From there I walked across her bicep to about her arm pit area.  The angle onto her breast was steep, but not too bad.  Using my fused hands and both legs I managed to scale the largest breast I’d ever seen.  Her skin was so, so warm.  My body seemed to drink in her heat.  I felt sensation returning to my ankles.  I hoisted myself on top of it and began to burrow into her cleavage as far as I could go.  As I did I heard her emit a high pitched sigh in her sleep, it sounded like a sigh of pleasure.  Her breathing remained unchanged throughout the experience.  Either she was still asleep or a really really good faker. 
Her boobs surrounded me like a warm hug.  I felt the heat from her breasts surround my body and my teeth stopped chattering.  It was a really good feeling.  I guess I was appreciative in a way for her giving me the heat.  That was a silly thought though since she caused this whole thing.  Still though, I found comfort being so close to her again.  I nodded off to sleep again.

That night I fought off erotic dreams, most of them involved Sabrina in one way or another.  My penis kept finding ways to rub against her pliant soft boob-flesh through the night.  Most of my dreams were of me full sized making out with Sabrina in my office, or her tugging me off while I yelled her name in pleasure.  What was wrong with me?  Was I actually that weak that I forgot I was being kidnapped?


When I woke up I was alone on the bed again.  Still two inches tall, but no longer bound.  She must have undone the twisty-tie while I was asleep. The idea that she could manipulate my entire body and move me around without waking me up or me having any recollection was disturbing. 
Running away entered my mind again very briefly, but I soon realized it would be foolish to do on so many fronts.  I would just lay down and wait for Sabrina’s return.

It was probably about 40 minutes before I heard the front door open.  Sabrina entered and my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, before me stood a blond busty amazon in workout attire.  She wore a pink workout bra with short shorts, showing off her taut midriff and long smooth creamy legs.  Her upper body was sweaty, and the sun gleamed off her cleavage which was drenched in sweat.  She was breathing hard trying to catch her breath. 
“Oh good.” She said between breaths.  “I’m glad you didn’t try anything stupid.”
She took a swig from a water bottle and then  fell down on the bed beside me making a wave go through the mattress which caused me to lose my balance and fall flat on my butt.
“Ahhhhhhh…  Ahhhhhhhh”  she took nice relaxing breaths now.
“I just ran back from the gym after my workout.”  She explained.  “Give me a moment.”
I watched her tummy rise and fall with each breath.  Her gargantuan breasts heaved up and down with each passage of air.  I watched them, they were positively hypnotic to me.
When she caught her breath she turned over on her side like last night, only today the sight was much more intimidating.  Her sweat covered body was shiny in the sun from the window.  I could see her abs  and of course her breasts were still pushed upward somehow to create an unreal amount of cleavage.  For a girl with her frame having two mountains like those was just cheating.  It was no wonder she could get guys to do things for her.
“I hope you learned your lesson, pet.”  She said sternly, “But I am a fair mistress, and I will keep my end of the bargain.  You can return to five inches now if you like.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ah ah!”  she chided, “The caveat is that if you ever try to escape again, I will reduce you even more, I won’t say how much, but you really, really won’t like it.”  Her sharp blue eyes pinned me to the sheet.
“And just to show you I am a gentle mistress and I want to make you happy,”
My ears perked up, though I wasn’t fond of her starting to use the term “mistress.”

“I will give you a onetime standing offer to be a full one and a half feet with a condition!” A mischievous smile bloomed across her face and with a free hand she pulled back a blond lock of hair that had gotten free.
I was hanging on her every word.
“The condition is that you agree to give me a back massage!” She said gleefully, “My back is so sore after my routine today!”  She made a scrunched up face like she was in mock-discomfort.
“So what do you say, Mr. West?”  Her face once again took on a sly smile. I knew this was probably a trap of some sort.  I should just take the five inches, show her that she can’t control me.  I’m not her play thing.  I’m still a human being with rights and freedom.  But at the end of the day, I knew I’d rather be one and a half feet of human being than five inches of human being.  I took the bait.
“That sounds really nice!”  I yelled up to her, “I’ll give you a massage if you’ll make me 18 inches first.”

Her face was practically beaming, her smile intensified and I saw her bright already large doe- eyes flair up even larger with excitement and anticipation.  I admit, I felt good about making her happy again after disappointing her. 
“Wonderful!” She exclaimed, and at once her thumb and forefinger were at my member pulling and tugging gently. 
“Are you ready to be a big man for me again?  Huh pet?”  She cooed in a baby voice.
I found myself getting hard and even gasping “Yes” to her taunt at me.
“You ready to make me happy and give me a nice massage for my sore sore back?  Can you do that for me little man?” She continued in her little girl voice  that she knew would have the desired effect one me.

I was weak in the knees as the grasped my hard on which was right at the tipping point.  I no longer had the mental capacity to respond to her taunts and teases.  In one final pulse she pulled me over the edge in an amazing orgasm.
“Another quickie,” I remember hearing her whisper. “You haven’t earned the good stuff yet.”
I was on my back panting and looking up at her large face which was now becoming smaller.  I mean it was still huge compared to a normal human face.  I felt the ground shrinking beneath me.  As it became smaller and smaller I felt some semblance of humanity return to me.  I was one step farther from a pet and one more closer to being a man again.  It was a good feeling.  I stopped growing and as far as I could tell I stood was about 18 inches long, my dick was still enormous, even as it deflated between her fingers.  I felt her add a middle and ring finger to the operation to generate even more pleasure against my now larger member.  Now all I had to do was give one little massage…. Then what?
“I hope I didn’t wear you all out.”  She said, “I know I’m not a big girl, but to you this is going to be a full body work out!”

She got up onto her knees and undid her pony tail.  She shook her blond hair free in an extremely sexy wiggle which also caused her bosom to shake gently.  I gulped as I looked up at her.  Despite her being a little smaller from what she was before, I could tell I was still no match for her.  If she wanted to she could tear me limb from limb. 
She flopped down face first on a pillow and then turned her head to the side and let out a high pitched sigh which blew some of her hair out of her face.
Her hands delicately went up behind her back to un clip the workout bra she had on and reveal her bare back.  I noticed how smooth and pale her skin was all over, despite the freckles she had on her cheeks and on top of her boobs, her back was absolutely flawless. I noticed the small divit just above her round firm buttocks where her lower back was, and below her bottom, her long pale thighs stretched on.  Scanning her amazing body I also couldn’t help but noticed a tiny bit of tantalizing side boob that was showing from taking the back of the bra off.
Now I let out a sigh of my own.  Just one little massage, I thought.
“There’s a bottle of lotion on the nightstand love,” she intoned, “Be a dear and don’t skimp on it would you? I want you to work out all my knots!  If you do a really really good job, I’ll probably be happy enough to give you a nice little reward after for a job well done.”  Her voice went up at the end in a tease.
I swallowed involuntarily.  What was that suppose to mean?  I think I knew, still, it would be best to keep this blonde teen-age sexpot happy for now.  I began walking over to the nightstand.

I grabbed the lotion off the stand and as I was walking over I saw her slender hand reach out towards the drawer in the night stand.  She opened it and pulled out a device I’d seen at a chiropractors office before. 
“I almost forgot the best part!”  she said.
It was one of those TENS muscle stimulation units with the gel pads you stick on your skin and it sends an electrical current through your body to massage your muscles.  He set the large device next to me on the bed and instructed:
“Two on my shoulder blades and two on my lower back please.”  Her tone had a bit of a command in there to let me know that she expected me to do a good job with this massage.  I set the lotion down on the bed and picked up the sticky gel pads that were on a piece of clear plastic.  I peeled one off and walked over to her body.  I hesitated just a little before her massive pale white shoulder that had a bit of her platinum blonde hair running over it.
“Don’t be shy.”  She smirked down at me.

I reached over and grabbed onto her shoulder.  Her skin was warm and so, so soft.  I climbed up onto her arm and then onto her shoulder blade.  Her body shuddered a little bit beneath me with a giggle.  I was on my knees with one hand over her spine to stabilize myself on an unsteady surface.  I placed the gel pad just above her shoulder blade.  I heard her inhale softly as the cool gel made contact with her skin.  I walked back over and grabbed the second one and place it in a symmetrical position abover he other shoulder.  
When I got the third pad on her lower narrow back I heard her make a noise.
“MmmmMmmm” she made a negative humming noise.
“Lower.”  She intoned

I peeled the gel pad off of her lower back and moved it a good two centimeters lower, just above the swell of her butt.
“Lower.”  She said again.

I inhaled slowly, knowing where this was going.  I peeled it off again and stuck it on the upward slope on top of her bottom.
“That’ssssssssss it pet.”  Her voice sounded satisfied now. 
I placed the last pad and walked over to the device they were all plugged into.  It was fairly intuitive.  The interface had a simple rolling knob on the side, like a volume knob from an old boom box that you slide up.  I clicked the machine on and began to slide the dial up to move current through her muscles.

“Higher… higher…”  she said and I would adjust the device a little more each time.  A small window on the side showed the number four.  I guessed it probably went up to ten

“Higher pet, it’s almost there” she commanded.  I hated how she was calling me pet now, but what choice did I have.  She had all the cards in this situation, maybe…. I thought.

“That’s perfect, right there!”  I could see her shoulders tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic wave.  I suddenly realized that the device was only at six.  If I wanted, I could crank it up to ten really fast and give her a nice jolt to show her how I felt about what she had done to me.  Maybe if she had tried this yesterday I would have, but for now I realized that it would be incredibly foolish for me to do this.  This incredibly attractive young blonde bombshell had stopped me at every turn and had been two steps ahead of me from the start.  All the way from reducing me to the equivalent pathetic horny teenage at my desk, to making me spill my guts about my password just so I could come in a mind blowing orgasm,  and then all the way to getting embarrassing photographic evidence of me trying to log in on my own laptop.  No, even though I was in a position to cause her pain, it would be best to play along for the time being.  But the thing that worried me was that I might not just be pretending to play along anymore. 
I climbed back on top of her with the lotion bottle.  Uncapping it was quite a feat.  I squirt a generous squiggle of lotion all the way down her back.  I heard her purr in approval and anticipation.  I could see the muscles of her back contract and relax cyclically with the muscle massager.

I recapped the lotion and heaved it onto the bed.  Then I got down on all fours and began to spread the lotion around.  She hummed appreciatively. When I had a good coat of lotion on her slippery soft back I began my work at the back of her neck.  I was pretty good at giving massages, so I knew the good spots to hit.  I parted her hair out of the way and began to squeeze and massage her neck.  She extended her head upward in approval and let out a faint moan of pleasure.  The biggest obstacle was my massive penis which still was disproportionate to the rest of my body.  It kept flopping around and now that it was covered in lotion like the rest of me I found it making inadvertent contact with her skin. 
I really put as much muscle into the massage as I could.  If I could make her happy, maybe she would make me a little bit taller.  I never wanted to be as small as I had been last night again.  It was terrible, the world was enormous and cold and kind of terrifying.  If I could get taller, maybe I would be in a position to escape if she just began to trust me enough.

I worked my way to her shoulders.  My body was kind of in the position you would expect it to be in if you gave someone chest compressions for cpr on all fours.  The best I could do was thrust with my feet and knees and hope there was enough friction to push my palms into her sensitive and sore spots.  I managed to do alright, and when I hit a particularly tight knot she would let out a louder moan that sounded like mix of pleasure and agony.  Sometimes it was a gentle whimper, but regardless, the noises she was making was starting to give me a semi and I found my dick getting in the way more and more.  Sometimes when I would push my palms forward into her deep tissue, I found my head making contact for an agonizing second with her flawless soft skin and sending a pleasant tingly pressure down my legs.  It wasn’t long before I was rock hard, but I had a good handle on it and I knew I wasn’t going to come.  I knew she must have felt it on a few occasions.  Once my hands slipped and I landed prone, my penis getting sandwiched between my belly and her frictionless lotioned back. 

“Ah” a gasp escaped my lips in alarm at the pleasure it caused. I felt my huge rod come up almost to the level of my nipples.  It was ridiculously large, and so much more sensitive than I ever remembered it being at normal size.  This caused her to giggle a little bit.
I continued my work, squeezing, kneading, mashing, massaging all of her tender and sensitive knots and muscles.  I noticed her breathing slow down and become heavier.  I felt a little proud of myself for being able to do such a good job at a diminished size for my giantess captor.

The only down side of my small size was I got worn out a lot faster.  It was definitely a full body work out as she described. I was getting a bit winded and sweaty from my work, but I wanted to make sure I did the absolute best job I could.  If Sabrina was happy, she might start trusting me and let me a be a bit taller.  I would do anything she asked to get taller at this point, my height would determine if I ever made it out of here.

I took a few short breaks here and there to catch my breath, but never for more than a few seconds.  My penis remained hard and I found I was really started to get turned on by massaging this picturesque beauty that was sprawled out before me.  The swell of her ass cheeks made my heart race.  Her back muscles were toned and her waistline was incredibly thin with a slight depression where here spine ran down her lower back.  My mind began to turn towards getting off instead of escaping as I worked and kneaded this teenage giantess sexpot.  But I was able to snap out of it.  “Mind over matter,” I thought.  “Do what matters now to escape.” 
After about an hour I was completely exhausted.  I had given Sabrina, my captor, the best massage my little body could dish out at my size.  I had covered her entire back and made sure I hadn’t missed anything.  I collapsed on my back, gasping for air, trying to catch my breath after the workout I had just endured.  I was going to be sore tomorrow for sure.
At my stopping, I felt the giantess move beneath me.  Her back rose up on its side and I was dumped unceremoniously face down onto the bed, still breathing heavily.  She had merely rolled over onto her back. 
Next thing I knew there were two slender hands around my midsection lifting me up.  She held up up above the expanse of her jaw dropping figure, wearing nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts.  A relaxed lazy smile spread across her lips and then I knew I had done a good job.  I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her hypnotizing cleavage.  With both her arms extended in front of her, her two large pale freckled mounds protruded from the surface of her chest compressing against each other and upwards out of her bra to create an image I couldn’t forget if I tried.  My penis twitched involuntarily.  My eyes went wide with embarrassment and I looked back up into her eyes.  Her smile turned into a sultry smirk and she winked at me.

She set me down on her exposed midriff at the level of her belly button.  My legs were splayed out on either side of her like I was in a saddle.  Her abdomen was taught and firm, this girl had some serious abs.  My embarrassing display in front of her made me want to cover myself, but the only thing I could do now was pray my erection subsided if it wasn’t making contact with her skin anymore. 
I looked up over her two unreal mounds at her beautiful face.  Her sparkling blue eyes pierced me.  I could see her eyeing my enormous throbbing package. 
“Well little man,”  her voice was soft, low and sensual, “That was quite a job you did there.”  She let out an exaggerated high pitched sensual sigh.
“I think I’m so relaxed right now,” her hand brushed her blonde hair from her face, “That I would do just about anything for you that you asked me to.” Her hand hovered down and her middle finger began making small circles over the top of her right breast.

I gulped.
“Yeah,” she continued in her sexy tone, “I think you could ask  me to give you a blow job right now until you begged for mercy and worshiped me, and I would probably do that for my little pet, after he took care of me like that.”
“Or maybe….” Her other hand went up to her left breast and both hands squeezed together to compress her boobs into an astounding display of cleavage that I stared at hypnotized.  Even from my angle below, I was still able to see her breasts mashing into each other, “Maybe you want to cum in here?  I bet if you asked me nicely, after what you just did, I would be willing to do that for you cowbow,“ She winked,”  You could ride me anyway you want, or I could ride you little man, whatever you ask, it’s yours.  You sure can take care of a girl, so I want to take care of you.”  Her thumb and index finger darted forward and she squeezed the head of my raging erection, compressing the soft tissue between her digits which made a squeal escape my lips. She withdrew and giggled.
“What’ll it be hot shot?” She teased.
This is it, I have to ask her to get taller, even though my mind was screaming to have her suck me off or let me cum between her boobs or heck even a hand job from her would be amazing.  I knew I was thinking with the wrong head, but it was hard not to.  She once again had me so turned on, my body was on fire.   I was all ready to go.  But in the end, I was able to be reasonable for once.
“Um.”  I began and her face perked up, “I think um… if you could…” she smiled at me encouragingly, almost suspenseful, it was like she wanted to hear me say ‘get me off’, “If you could uhhhh, make me a little taller?  That uh… would be great.”
Her face pouted and clouded over.
“Am I not good enough for you?” she asked pointedly
“No it’s not that, it’s just that….”
“You don’t like me, you want to run away,”
“No, it’s just, I like the world as a taller person is all.”
She stared me down and I had to look away.

She grabbed my penis head between her thumb and index finger again and gave it a knee weakening squeeze.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to give you a BJ? You haven’t even seen what I’m capable of yet.”
She held my head squeezed between her digits.  It was difficult to think to focus on anything, I was really tempted to say yes.  I began to feel my thighs wanting to thrust into her.  But somehow I managed to fight the pleasure coursing through my penis and legs.
“Y-y-yeah.  I’m I-I’m s-s-sure.” I managed to groan out.

She let me go.  I could tell her mind was working.  She looked up at the ceiling and then her face changed.
“I have an idea.” She began. “A wager. If I can get you to cum without touching you or your penis within two minutes then you will shrink to seven inches, if you don’t come, I will let you be three whole feet for the rest of the day.
Three feet?  Yes!  I would be able to escape out of this crazy seductresses clutches before she got her claws into my brain any further. But wait, it sounded like a trap.
“You don’t touch me or my dick?” I asked suspiciously.
“That’s right.  You sit here on my tummy without getting up and leaving and if you don’t come in two minutes then you get to be three whole feet tall!”

It sounded too good to be true.
“How would you make me cum without touching me?”  My eyes narrowed.  My erection was finally starting to painfully subside after the abuse she gave it.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out if you take me up on the offer.”  She raised her eyebrows smugly.
I thought about it for a moment.  She would probably just make erotic noises and gestures.  If that’s what she thought would get me off by itself she had another thing coming.

“Oh, two more rules.” She began.  Here it is, I thought, “You cannot speak or touch it yourself.”

Actually that didn’t sound bad at all, why would I touch it if I didn’t want to cum.

“So let me get this  straight.  I sit here and don’t touch my dick, I don’t speak I don’t’ get up and I don’t cum for two minutes and I get to be three feet?”

“Yup!”  she said excitedly.
“You’re on!”  I knew it was probably a mistake, but what choice did I have.  I had no chance of escaping at this size.
“Yay!” she squealed with delight.  Her hand went towards the night stand drawer and she pulled out some duct tape.
“Woah woah woah!” I began, “What is that for?”
“So you don’t touch it or speak, those are the rules.” She said nonchalantly.

“Okay, fine.”  This was beginning to get worse and worse, but I still went with it.

She tore off a small strip and bound my hands behind me.  A second small strip covered my mouth.  I could no longer speak and with my legs bowed along the sides of her abdomen and my arms bound behind me, I suddenly realized I could not physically get up off her midriff.  Without my hands in front of me to push of it would prove to be a difficult feat.

“There we go!” she approved. “I’ll tell you when the time starts, not just yet.”
“mmm”  a hum of acknowledgement was all I was able to give her.
Suddenly she thrust her hips up in the air and I rose unexpectedly off the bed, my head was spinning and I thought I might be thrust off her and into the air. But then her hips came back down and I fell over face first onto her abdomen.

“How odd,” was all I managed to think as I righted myself back into my original position.
When I came up I saw to my horror, Sabrina with a sexy grin holding a TENS unit pads in each hand.

My eyes went wide with shock. “MMMHMMMM!” I groaned beneath my gag.
“Don’t worry little pet.” She teased condescendingly over my groans of protest, “You’ll  be begging me for more after two minutes in heaven.”

My eyes went wide with terror as she placed one of the gel pads on the root of my dick right above my balls.  Then she lifted my enormous rod up and placed the other right underneath the head at the most sensitive part.  She grabbed her cell phone off the night stand and I she fiddled with it for a few seconds before she turned it towards me to display 1:59.  The screen changed to 1:58 and I realized that the time had already started. 

She tossed the cell phone on the bed next to her and then grabbed the controller.  I didn’t even notice her turn it on, I just felt a really nice fuzzy numbing vibration coming from my dick.  Her red lips parted to reveal her gleaming white sinister smile. Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation. 
“Does that feel good, pet?” She asked in a little girl voice.

“Does it make your dingle tingle?”  She giggled and turned the voltage up a bit higher.

I closed my eyes and tried to tune it out.  I tried to think about anything besides the fact that I was straddling this busty blonde seductress’s narrow waist, basically a helpless electric sex toy.

The pleasure made my penis almost instantly hard again.  I’d never gotten hard so fast.  The rhythmic pulsing of the unit caused my whole body to tense.

Sabrina kept giggling, “Oh, I have to try this just once, please forgive me teacher.”

With that I felt a very strong electrical pulse go through my penis.  I moaned through my gag which elicited another laugh from Sabrina.  She was enjoying this so much.  My entire body went rigid with pleasure and the electricity caused my hips to buck forward of their own accord, causing me to slide forward on Sabrina’s soft white belly button.  The jolt was borderline painful, but at the same time caused some of the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced in my life.  All at the fingertips of this 17-year-old high school student that didn’t even know pre-calc.  With the tiniest flick of her forefinger she had dominated my entire body.  I was completely helpless on her slender pale midriff.

I opened my eyes again to look up past her massive boobs in her sports bra.  She had a devious smile.  That was the last thing I saw before the second wave hit me again and my vision went blurry with the sensation of it.  I moaned again involuntarily.  My whole body without any command from me bucked forward again on her firm stomach.  Even if she had left me ungagged, there would be no way I could form a coherent sentence at this point.

I looked down at my massive penis, the one reason why Sabrina had been able to take complete control over me and my life.  I used to be a teacher.  I was respected.  I had control of my life, but because of Sabrina and her wiles I had been reduced to this. Her slave.  Her pet.

The third wave hit me and again I moaned.  It was really out of my hands now.  Even if I had resisted, my hips would still buck forward; my body would still be wracked with pleasure.  I realized that I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this.  Maybe two or three more of those pulses and I’d pop.  In a moment of clarity, I looked down at the timer.  It read 1:27.  I hadn’t even made it half way.  Those three pulses had moved me quite a ways up her stomach I realized.  My rock hard dick was getting close to the underside of her large round breasts.  I looked up at her magical soft breasts.  They had been so much larger last night.  So large and warm.  She let me sleep between them, she kept me from freezing.  She’s kind of wonderful like that.  Woah!  Where did that thought come from?

Before I could focus again another wave of electricity hit my dick forcing it to contract and pre-cum dribble out of my urethra.  She was milking me.  Just at the peak of my pleasure I saw her bite her lower lip and grab the underside of her pink sports bra and in one fell swoop she lifted it up.  For one tantalizing second I saw the underside of her glorious perfect boobs.  This might not be so bad.  STOP IT!  Stay focused.  She lifted the bra up and over my dick and let it snap back into place.  The elastic of the bra grabbed my dick and forced it down onto her chest, causing me to lean forward a bit.  I tried to lean back and escape, but with my hands behind my back I couldn’t push up and the elastic was too strong at my size.  My dick was trapped underneath the elastic, just below her boobs.

I saw her hand go to the controller and turn the voltage knob a bit.  Had the next pulse been the same strength I probably would have come.  It was still mind numbingly pleasurable and I found my thoughts getting more and more foggy.  It was so sad that this girl could control my mind and my body just by adjusting the knob on that machine.  The electricity flowed through my sensitive cock and my thighs contracted against her mid-section again, driving me further up her body and my dick burrowing further up her bra.

Oh my god.  I could feel her warm boobs on either side of my dick. Just faintly.

“That’s so weird.”  I heard her say.  I looked down at the timer and saw it read 1:02.  “It feels like there’s  a worm in between my boobs!”

She looked at me blankly and asked, “Is your dick sensitive in there?”

I looked at her with a hurt expression.  Knowing she had betrayed me and I had played into her game.

“I said,” She repeated with some edge in her voice, “Is your DICK sensitive in there?”  On the word “dick” she ramped the voltage up really high to the point that my poor member squirmed and twitched with electricity.  It was really uncomfortable, not exactly painful, but the sensation was just overboard. I couldn’t handle it.  I winced and nodded profusely, grunting “MMMHMMM” through my gag until she tuned the voltage back down.
I heard her laughing her head off at my reaction.  I was really close to cumming now.  I knew I had already lost.  She could make me cum anytime she wanted.  All she had to do was turn that dial up and my body would obey her.

That last jolt had sent me right up to the base of her breasts, so that my dick had burrowed completely between her breasts. My sensitive hot member could feel each of her warm round boobs on either side.  I could see its outline trying to poke out of her pink bra. Just the skin of my rod touching her boobs was amazing.  I could sit there forever if she let me.  I realized that to someone as small as me, she was a goddess.  The pleasure she had inflicted on me was better than any life-sized woman I had experienced and I should feel small and meek and grateful in her presence.  As I thought this I realized that she was starting to warp my mind with these games of hers.

I realized that she had completely turned the voltage off on the controller, but that didn’t change how hard I was. 

I looked down at the timer.  There was only 30 seconds left.  I looked back up at her expectantly.  I knew that she must have something planned.  

She stared back down at me with those smoky, piercing blue eyes.  My breathing was ragged and heavy since I could only breathe through my nose.  I was having trouble getting enough air.

I had made it this far and I realized that if I could somehow manage to hold out for just a few second longer I would be three feet.  With my added strength, I might be able to get out of here. I might even be able to overpower her somehow(although that didn’t work out so well the first time I tried it after she shrank me once).  Just 29 second or so and I could be home free. I had little doubt she would honor her end of the agreement.  Despite being a little bit deceptive at times, I figured, at her core, she was a woman of her word.

“Wow,” she said appreciatively, “I am impressed, little man.” Then her voice changed to sound deep-seductive and moaney, like a woman sounds when she is about to orgasm, “With stamina like that, I bet you leave all the ladies breathless and begging for me.” She brought her eyebrows together like she was in pain. The sound of her voice made my dick twitch between he breasts even though she hadn’t touched it.  Despite how serious her face had been I saw her betray a slight smirk when she felt it.

“Well,” she said, her face regaining a stoic composure, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I always get what I want in the end.”  She flicked her platinum locks out of her eye and placed the back of her hand up towards her mouth as if she was telling me a secret in a public area and then whispered to me, “Don’t you dare come, pet, not until I tell you you’re allowed.” She winked.  What a silly thing to say.  If I had the choice to cum or not, I think I would still be able to hold out long enough to make it to 30 seconds. Even if she told me to.

With that her hand went back down to the controller and ramped up the voltage again.  I braced myself for what I knew was about to happen, but before the pulse came, she grabbed her enormous spherical boobs and squashed them together on either side of my penis, causing her cleavage to pour out of her top.  The pressure against my dick was heavenly. Then the pulse hit like a sack of bricks.  I couldn’t handle it.  I thrust forward again and she pushed her boobs down.  The tip of my dick popped out of her cleavage like a rabbit coming out of a burrow and her mouth swooped down like a hawk to grab my cherry.  She pursed her red moist lips together like a kiss but they wrapped completely around it in a sensuous display. It felt like she was sucking my soul out of the head of my dick.

I moaned like a mental patient and she moaned to, out doing my own genuine moan of pleasure and agony.  I felt her vocal chords reverberate, vibrating my breast trapped electrified dick.  My eyes went crossed and I literally could not focus or see anything the pleasure was absolutely blinding.  I felt the tip of her tongue snake down and tickle the inside of my urethra.

I was right on the edge. One more second would have done it.  I couldn’t even see the timer anymore, but I knew it was close.

Then she withdrew.  The electricity faded and she let go of her breasts.  I fell back a little onto her chest.  I had no real time to recover.  I was so freaking close right now that I knew even the slightest stimulus would set me off.  She could probably have a coughing fit and it would cause me to cum.

My eyes regained focus for a moment and I saw her stone cold face staring down at me.

“Okay, it’s time now pet.” Her voice was soft and measured. “Come for mommy.”

I actually really wanted to.  She had broken me down really far.  I knew that the timer must be close though. 
She sensed my slightest hesitation and then before I knew it I saw her raise her hand up and slap me across the face hard and say with force, “I said cum for me you fucking animal.”

It didn’t really hurt but it caught me completely off guard.  I felt tears well up in my eyes ever so slightly as I got pushed over the edge from being dominated and shamed.  She called me an animal and in this state, I pretty much was.  She reduced me to a sexual plaything.  The pleasure surged through my thighs and buttocks.  I felt my cock contract pleasurably telling me I was past the point of no return.  The second thrust coated the inside of her sports bra in a dizzying display of ecstasy I  saw her pink bra dampen.  She grabbed her breasts together again and squeezed them with each thrust.  Easing me through the ejactulation.  She cooed, “Good boy,” each time I thrust into her soft bust.  The pleasure was debilitating.  My eyes went crossed again and she gave me one of her pacifying giggles that tickled the back of my neck.  Thrust after thrust I unleashed into her bra and I saw the spot get darker and darker as she milked me.  “Good boy, good boy, good boy.” She said as if I were a 4 year old tying my shoes.

When I had finished, I slumped forward. I was completely spent.  My head contacted her soft warm neck, just above her chest.  I lay basking in the afterglow and then heard the timer go off.  I didn’t even care at this point.  I felt myself beginning to shrink.  Because my semi hard dick was still under her  bra strap, I was pulled down her chest.  My head contacted part of the dark stain on her bra, but I felt so incredible I didn’t even care.  She didn’t speak or say anything.  I felt her fingernails trace the skin on my bare back.  I shivered from the pleasure.

After a few minutes of her tracing my back with her sharp fingernails she picked me up and took the tape off my mouth.  She held me above her.

“I’ve got to get a shower before work,” she said holding me above her enormous frame.  I could see a puddle of cum right at the top of her cleavage that I had left there.  Her striking blue eyes looked up at my tiny body.

“I’d let you join me,” she said, “But you haven’t earned it yet.  I can tell you are still thinking about escaping.”
Normally I would vehemntly deny this accusation, but this girl was one step ahead of me it seemed.  He had reached a part of me so primal and carnal that I was completely vulnerable in front of her.  I couldn’t speak.  My silence spoke for me.

“It’s okay,” she said sitting up.  She set me down on the soft bed. “It will just take a little longer is all.”

She grabbed some clothes and a towel and headed into the bathroom.  I was so spent.  Even though the door was wide open to her bed room I had no energy to get up and leave.  I’m sure the outer doors were all locked anyways.

Even though I had just gotten up an hour or so ago, I was really really tired.  No woman had ever before forced me to cum against my own will, let alone with such ease.  I realized how powerful Sabrina was from a sexual stand point at my diminished size. 

After a few minutes she emerged in her work uniform: an olive garden polo shirt with khakis.  Her hair done up behind in a cute pony tail.  She had also put on some mascara and lipstick.  Even when this girl wasn’t trying hard, she was still beautiful.

“I’m going to leave for work in a few minutes.” She said, “Don’t worry; I’ll put some food out for you. Do you want the TV on?”

I was still lying on my side looking at her gorgeous outline.

“Mr. West?” She quested

It took me a moment to find my voice; I was still in recovery mode.

“Uh, “I cleared my throat, “No, uh, thank you.”
“Okay, suit yourself.”

She walked out of the room and brought some food on a platter for me, lunch meat, cheese, bread, that sort of thing. 

She picked me up non chalantly again, I felt like a wet noodle.  She set me down by the food on the carpet and placed a hand towel over me to cover me up.

“You rest up, Mr. West. My shift is going to be 12 hours today so you’ll be alone for a while. “
She gently stroked my hair and I felt like a million bucks to receive affections from the blonde goddess.

Then she layed down on her side next to me.  Her enormous theater sized face was in front of me.  I stared into her eyes as she looked back at me.  Her expression was one of sympathy almost.

She whispered now, “I gave you some homework to do while I’m gone.”
She brushed a stray lock of platinum hair out of her eye that didn’t get done up in the pony tail.

“You were always good about assigning lots of homework, but I don’t think this will be too difficult.  I left your laptop sitting over by the TV.  I’ve made a separate account for you on it now so you can get onto it.  The password is slaveboy, it’s all one word and lowercase. Will you be able to remember that? Or should I write it down?”

“I’m, *ahem*,” I cleared my throat, my voice was so soft now, “I can remember that.”

She stroked the side of my face with one of her giant fingers; I turned my head slightly towards the pleasure. She grinned faintly.

“I’ve got control of the main admin account, so don’t try anything funny, okay?” the grin had faded. “Your permissions on my laptop are limited.”
I noticed how she called it her laptop now

“But you still have access to microsoft word. Your homework assignment is to write a 1500 word essay for me.  College applications are coming up and I’ve got better things to do.  The prompt is ‘When were two times in your life when you were a leader, and, what did you learn from these experiences.’ You’re a clever little man, make something up good for me while I’m at work.”
Her eyes peered deeply into mine. Her warm hand rested on top of my shrunken body.

“Be good to me,” she whispered, “And I’ll be good to you.”
She lay there staring at me for another couple seconds and then got up and left, closing the door behind her.

I didn’t fall asleep, but I had to stay lying down for a few minutes to recover from the morning.  When I did finally get up the clock read 12:21pm.  I looked around the room at 7 inches high again.  I was getting used to everything being so big to me.

I ate a little and walked over to the laptop.  I fired up my old laptop, all the buttons were so big.  I knew typing would be a chore.  Now having a quest from my captor, I felt a weird desire to do a really good job on the essay, maybe Stockholm syndrome was finally kicking in, but I had a drive to please the giantess who had shrunk me down by forcing me to cum against my own will.

The windows screen came up and showed the different users.  One was labeled Sabrina which had an icon of her beautiful face.  I knew better than to try to ‘hack’ it.  I would only end up with more embarrassing photos of myself and worse, Sabrina would trust me even less.

The other said Mr. West. Surprisingly it had my photo for an icon. She must have pulled it from the school website.  It was nice to see myself big again, wearing clothes.  It reminded me of the humanity that I had lost.

I typed “slaveboy” into the account and sure enough it logged in.  The desktop picture was set to one of Sabrina’s cleavage. It was taken by her, just below her chin and wait a minute… I looked closer between her boobs where the cross necklace was.  Sure enough, there was a tiny figure nestled between her breasts.  She must have snapped it sometime during the night.  I stared at the picture and immediately got a stiffy.  Not only because he boobs were flawless and perfectly spherical shaped as the protruded from her chest, but because of the power she had over me last night.  I had come to rely on her even for body heat. Without her I would have frozen on the bed.  I remembered what she was like at that size also.  Powerful and sexy as hell. 
I shook my head, enough day dreaming.

I noticed that wireless internet was disabled for this account.  Made sense.  I had no way of contacting the outside world.

I opened up microsoft word and started typing the essay.  If I write a kick ass essay, she will be kinder to me.  She will start to trust me.  It was very slow going. I was hopping all over the keyboard and proof reading as I went.  I used some experiences from my own life as a basis for the essay.  I had leadership positions as a youth that fit well with the prompt.  It took a long time because of my size.  I wrapped up around 6 or so.  I had been typing all afternoon.  I took another snack break. 

I briefly thought about trying to find an escape but the door was way too high up to reach.  Even if I could move furniture I don’t think I could get enough torque on the knob to open it, and even then, then what?  Even if I was rescued by a friend or the cops, who would believe she had shrunk me?  She could deny it, I mean; nobody ever has been shrunk before.  And then I would never be big again. 
No, I resolved, the only way out of this is to convince Sabrina to make me big again.  Nothing else would work.  I would have to be tactful and skillful and make sure that I didn’t let her turn me into the pet she was trying to fashion me into.  I would get into her good graces and make her love me, then feel sorry for me and then return me to normal.  It would take time.  I would have to bend her mind, much like she was trying to bend mine.  I must admit though, she was being much more successful at it than me.  She had gotten me to admit and confess things and even think things I didn’t want to think, like how much I wanted to please her and how much I missed her right now.  If only she would come home soon.

Snap out of it, I thought.

Then from the corner of my eye I saw something move. No, not move, it was the laptop screen, it had started displaying the screen saver.  I thought nothing of it and then I realized that it was a slideshow of pictures.  All of them were Sabrina.

I stared at a distance and then slowly walked closer and closer to the screen which commanded my attention.

One of them was her on a boat in her bikini.  He platinum hair wet and slicked back behind her head.  The sun in her blue eyes.  Her pale white skin glowing.  The small pale blue bikini struggling to hold her generous breasts up.  A dark line of cleavage in between her boobs.  The light reflected off the two wet orbs.

The picture changed to her in front of a mirror.  It looked like a yoga studio.  She was wearing yoga pants,  she lifted up her shirt displaying her mid-riff.  I noticed her pierced belly button.  Her shirt swooped down once again displaying a mind numbing view of her cleavage.

I noticed my dick getting hard as picture after picture came up.  I was drawn to it like a moth to the flame.  I couldn’t look away even though I knew I should.

I started to stroke myself when the picture of her at Halloween came up.  She was dressed like a sexy nurse.  Cliché, I thought, but that thought went when I noticed she was pressing her elbows in and bending over slightly creating a staggering view of her breasts.  “Damn,” I thought, “it should be illegal”

My massive dick was difficult to stroke, but I did my best and I stroked harder and harder as I was assaulted by picture after picture of Sabrina came up.  Finally I could take no more.  The next picture was just of her face.  Her eyes looked into the camera pleading, like she wanted something.  I felt myself get tipped over the edge.  But just when I would normally blow my load, nothing happened.  An intense pressure built up inside of me.  Like something was holding it back. 
“Ahhhhhhh!” I yelled, not quite in pain, but mostly frustration at being denied.

I looked down at my giant cock, it was huge, it had crawled up my chest.  The veins looked like they would burst.

I began rubbing up and down it again feeling my pleasure build up more and more.  I looked back up to see a picture  of Sabrina laying on her back on the bed, taking a selfie of her in her bra and panties.  She looked exquisite.  I wanted her at that moment.  Again I felt myself lose it, but nothing came out, there was no pleasure either.  It was all held back somehow.

“Gah!” I sighed in frustration. 
Again and again I tried but to no avail.  I could not get myself off.  All the while the pressure built stronger and stronger.  I thought I might go crazy.  Then I realized, Sabrina was behind this.

I don’t know how, but she must have made it so that I couldn’t masturbate.  That bitch!  Why would she do that to me?  I thought and then I realized it was so she could control me even more.  Now she would control when I could come?  I was a human being, but from whatever she did to me I felt more like a used tool.  I had written her supid essay and now she wouldn’t let me have some fun.  She wasn’t even here.  Why would she do this to me?

“Why?”  I pleaded out loud, my voice cracking.  I realized how pathetic I sounded.  I had been reduced to a tiny ball of lust from this voluptuous vixen.  My enormous dick between my legs throbbed with each heart beat.

Well I’d better cut my losses, as much as I didn’t want to.  I closed the laptop as it flashed a picture of her done up as a cowgirl with a denim shirt holding her breasts together on a tractor.  She had on a cowboy hat and white cutoff jeans. 
“Damn that bitch,” I thought as my cock twitched at her picture. 
“Why would she be so cruel?”
I managed to find the remote control to the TV and turned it on.  I watched the news for a bit and my erection began to subside.  I was finally able to start controlling my thoughts again.  I was still so angry at her for changing my body like this against my will or knowledge.  She could have at least warned me.  I didn’t know how she could do things like this, both morally or physically, but she had just denied me about 6 orgasms and I felt so frustrated.

I kept watching TV while I simmered down.

Eventually around midnight I heard her come home.  I was ready to give her a piece of my mind.  This was really not cool.

She opened the door and without even looking at me threw her bag against the wall and slumped down prone on the bed.  Her head in the pillow.  I heard her sobbing.  From my vantage point I noticed her shoulders shaking as she cried. 
I immediately forgot my anger as I watched my captor breaking down in tears.

After a moment I picked up some courage and walked over to the bed frame.  I was able to climb up and get on to the mattress.

“Sabrina?” I asked.  She continued sobbing.  Whatever it was had her really shaken up.

“Sabrina?”  I asked again, this time I walked over and reached out and touched her elbow.

She looked up from out of the pillow and sniffed loudly.

“Oh hey, Mr. W.” she said, her mascara running slightly. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked

“I was late again,” she sniffled, “my manager yelled at me and said if I’m late one more time they’ll fire me.” Her voice shook with emotion.

“Also, a customer blew up at me today when I accidently brought out the wrong food,” she began to slowly regain control of her voice.

“She said that I was incompetent and would never amount to anything in life because I was out of high school and still had to work at a dump like Olive Garden. She was so rude and mean to me for no reason.”

“It was an honest mistake, I don’t know why she was so mean to me.” Sabrina’s voice was filled with emotion.  She buried her head in the pillow again and a few gentle sobs wracked her body.

I reached out and stroked her forearm gently.

“Hey there, it’s okay Sabrina.” I tried to comfort her as much as a 7 inch tall man can comfort a giantess.

“People suck sometimes.” I said.  “I used to work at a call center and I’d have to deal with peoples shit all the time.  But at least it was over the phone, I didn’t have to deal with them in person.”

I was really unprepared for this turn of events. It caught me completely off guard.

“Please,” I pleaded in a soft, soothing voice, “Stop crying”
“I don’t like to see you cry.”

Her sobs became softer.  She looked up at me again.

“There,” I said. “You’ll be happy to know I wrote you a fantastic essay today.”
“Really?” She grinned a little

“There’s a smile,” I said and pushed her arm gently with my tiny hand. “yeah, sure, it was nothing.”
“Here,” I said, “why don’t you read it over?”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffled a little bit.

“Okay,” she conceded softly.

It was really weird seeing my captor who was normally domineering and head strong become so vulnerable.  My heart went out to her.  I would do anything to make her happy again.  I want to hold her and lover her and shush her and tell her everything would be okay. Of course it would be impossible to hold her at my current size.

Sabrina wiped her eyes and sniffed.  She sat up in bed.  Her mascara had run a bit but I thought she was as beautiful as ever. 

“You finished the essay?” She asked hope returning to her voice

“Yeah, it kicks ass,” I said trying to inject some humor into the situation

She gave a deep short laugh that made her bend over slightly on the bed.  It was amazing to make a giantess like her laugh after being so sad. She sat back up straight and gave me a side long look, her eyes still full of emotion but a grin creased her lips.  She reached out and gently touched the back of my head with her thumb.  My whole body became warm and tingly to win the approval of this goddess.

She got out of bed and I watched her gigantic frame saunter over to the laptop.  She sniffed again and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.  She grabbed the laptop and walked back over to the bed.  She sat beside me with a plop that made me reach down with one hand to stabilize my stance.  With her sitting beside me, I didn’t even come up to her breasts, which strained against her small olive garden polo. 

She began reading the essay.  I saw he scrolling through it until she reached the end.  She breathed an emotional, shudderng sigh from all the crying.

“Mr. West,” She said softly. “This is the nicest thing that anyone has done for me in a while.”
Her voice was full of emotion again and her hands went up to cover her nose.  Tears were coming down her cheeks.

Jeez, I thought, it must have been a really rough day.

“It’s okay,” I said and reached out to gently stroke her thigh which was really the only thing I could reach on her. “There, let it out, just let it all out.”

She began crying softly again, but then she took set the computer down and to my surprise, picked me up and held me to her chest.  It totally caught me off guard.  I kind of froze up for a second before I wrapped my tiny arms as far around her neck as they could go.  I felt her body shake with sobbing. 

Then the whole world turned as she layed back on the bed with me still pressed up against her, my feet  coming down onto the shirt fabric stretched between her boobs. 

“It’s okay,” I kept saying and gently stroking the back of her neck, “It’s okay”
Her fingers gently ran down my backside.  It felt so intimate to be this near Sabrina when she was so powerful and yet so vulnerable. 

“Just hold me a second,” She pleaded and at the same time, she picked my legs up and moved them down her shirt sot I was completely prone against her body.  I could feel her boobs against my calves and feet now.  Despite my best efforts I was starting to get a semi, but I tried to fight it back to my embarrassment. 

She began to calm down after a few minutes.  It felt good to be able to comfort her.

“I never even asked,” she said, “How was your day her?  I’m sorry I couldn’t spend more time with you today.”
This girl was talking like we were best friends.  Ordinarily I would have corrected her and reminded her I was a captive in this situation, that she had violated me again and again against my will and that I wanted nothing more than to be returned to my normal height and continue my life like this whole thing had never happened.  But I knew it was not the right time.
“Oh that’s okay,” I said, my eyes were closed and I was totally relaxed from her fingernails running down my spine. Her body warmth and the vibration of her voice made the hair on the back of my head stick out and I felt like a puddle of mush on top of her.

“It was kind of boring, I uh,” I briefly remembered trying to bring myself off and the extreme frustration and anger that this brought me, “I uh, watched tv and the essay took a while to write because I was so small you know, but it wasn’t too bad.”

I noticed Sabrina’s breathing change ever so slightly when I had paused, or maybe she had tensed slightly, I don’t know exactly what it was, but I think she knew something.

“Did you feel, ummm,” her soft voice vibrated me since I was so close to her vocal chords, “frustrated at all?”
She stopped stroking my back.  Damn it, she was behind it, my suspicions were confirmed.  What was I saying, of course she was behind it all along!  There was never any doubt she had hexed me or disabled me somehow without me knowing!

There was no sense in lying to her. I opened my eyes. I drew in a deep breath and sighed it out.

“Yes.” Was my only response.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she began, I’m so sorry I had to do that, but I need you to stay focused and I need you to rely on me for ummmm… release from now on.”  She had begun running her finger nails down my back again now.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked with pleading in her voice.

My mind raced.  I really wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but everything we had been through just now, I didn’t think it was the right time.

“I was a little bit, honestly,” I told her, “I guess I would have liked it if you would ask me, or at least told me you were going to do… whatever it is you did to me.”

“You’re right,” she said, “I should have warned you.  That was mean of me to do to you without telling you.”
“Wait,” she said, and the tips of her thumb and forefinger gently pinched the back of my neck releasing calming endorphins, “Was it my screen saver?”

Damn her, she knew exactly what she was doing all along.  Now I was the one starting to feel vulnerable again. I let out another deep sigh.

“What do you think?” I asked her.

“I see,” she said, and the way she said it I could tell she was grinning.

“You must have been so confused and scared,” her voice reverberated through me, “while you were pulling and rubbing and stroking with your newly re-sized cock, but couldn’t scratch the itch no matter how hard you tried.”

Her voice was playful now, like she was teasing me.  Despite how angry I wanted to feel, I felt my huge cock begin to crawl up her neckline.  I’m sure she felt it also.  I could hide nothing from her, I was completely transparent in front of her.

She let out a gentle giggle confirming what I knew she must be feeling.   Her fingers pressed into my back.  I felt her sharp fingernails digging into my skin, not painful, but sharp nonetheless.  The pressure she exerted on my body pressed my member against my torso and her neckline cause pleasure to pulse up and down it’s length.

“Sabrina,” I said in a somewhat scolding tone.

“What?” she asked in  a lusty and yet innocent tone, like she didn’t know what she did.

“Mr. West, you wrote a fantastic essay, better than I ever could.  You’ve helped me, you did exactly what I asked you too and I left you frustrated and abandoned all day.  You’ve taken care of me, now let me return the favor.  Are you saying you don’t want it?” she challenged

This was a tricky situation.  The truth was I wanted it more than anything else.  I remembered how I had been denied again and again this afternoon.  The frustration and the anxiety was still very fresh.  Would it be so wrong if I told her the truth?  I hesitated too long and she sensed my inner struggle.

“Mr. West, I’m in complete control of you for now.  I can do what I want and when I want it.  Can you just be real with me? Please?  I know it doesn’t feel right to you, but I promise I won’t tell anyone ever.  You don’t have to feel bad about it.”
She tore through my last defenses.  I could feel precum begin leaking a little.  She was right, there was no reason to hide

“Fine,” I admitted defeat, “I want you.  I wanted you so badly today when the slide show came on I literally could not help myself.  I knew it was wrong, and I felt badly, but I’m only human.  With you being so large and me so small I was helpless when the images started flashing on the screen.  I was scared when I couldn’t come, and it made me very frustrated and angry after a few more tries when I realized it was probably your doing.  I was angry at you but I wanted you so badly at the same time.  You’ve gotten to me.  You’re like cocaine.  You’ve given me pleasure beyond what I’ve ever had with a woman and it frankly is a little bit terrifying that you wield this power over me and yet you’re not even half my age.”

She laughed now and my whole body vibrated with erotic energy.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked

“yes,” I answered with reluctance in my voice. I realized now that I was being totally honest, it wasn’t an act to win her trust.

“Do you want me right now?”

“Yes,” I anwered again with reluctance.  I knew it was wrong.  I knew I shouldn’t give into her or give her more power.  By admitting these things I knew I was crossing a line between us and also in my brain that I would not be able to take back.

“Well, little guy, it is your lucky day.” Her voice was dripping with seduction now. “Because of what you did for me today, I’m going to be your genie and grant you one wish of your choosing.  I will do anything you want, ANYTHING your little mind can imagine.  All you have to do is wish it and it will come true. I really mean it this time.”
Her last phrase made me think, maybe she would let me grow back if wished her to do it nicely.  No, I can’t go down that road, not yet.  Last time I ended up losing more height when I asked for that.  No, I need to think carefully.  Maybe I should use the wish on something I wanted now, in this moment.  What I wanted more than anything else in this moment, was to have Sabrina get me off.  I really didn’t care how, but my erection twitched gently against my will and I really wanted release.

“Sabrina, could you—“
“Ahh ahh,” she chided, “you have to wish it.”
I paused.

“I wish…”  I couldn’t believe I was about to say this, “I wish you would let me come.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she said and I could tell I had made the right wish this time, “You’ll have to be more specific.”
She picked me up off her chest now.  My erection came up to my pecs it was so big.  She held me over her enormous body. I looked into her eyes which were a little puffy from the crying.  Her brilliant blue eyes pierced me.  I looked down at her gorgeous body, the neckline of her polo showed her collar bones. Just below that I could see her ample bosom pressing against the shirt material.  They pressed out from her chest a surprising amount. 

“Tell me how.” She said, her face completely serious.  I knew it was important that I decide.  I couldn’t say, you chose or I don’t care.  I needed to decide now.

I stared back into those deep azure eyes for a moment, just thinking.

“I want you to use your mouth.” I said

She smiled at this.  She sat back up and placed me on the bed. 
“Your wish is my command.” She said and she stood me up on my feet, my member bobbing in front of me like a third leg.

“I’m going to get ready for bed first, I’ll just be a minute.”  She got off the bed and grabbed her nighty out of a drawer and went to the bathroom.

I hadn’t realized it until I was sitting on the bed just then, but I was really really looking forward to this.  I heard her brushing her teeth and the water running in the sink. 
She opened the door and peeked out so I could only see her head.

“Just another minute, pet.”

So she is back to using that term.

“It’s not good to keep a man waiting,” I said starting to play along.

“Oh look at you, so impatient all of a sudden!  Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait, little man?”

“I heard you would grant me a wish, but here I am still just waiting on the bed.”  I realized I was getting into this a little more than I thought I would.

She tilted her head back and laughed

“Hahaha, good grief, for someone so small, you sure are bossy!”  she said, “just give me five more minutes, it will be worth it, I promise.”

With that she disappeared again into the bathroom.

My whole body was starting to tingle with anticipation of release.

When she emerged I’m sure my jaw dropped.  She was wearing a night gown with a plunging neck-line that had an amazing view of her boobs, they were practically falling out.  Her skin was soft, milky and pale.  Her nigh gown hung by two small straps revealing her perfect shoulders.  She had put on some more mascara after ruining it earlier.  She was really really hot.

She sauntered over to me. 

“You were right, it was worth the wait.” I said

She mad e a big smile.  “you haven’t seen anything yet, pet.”

She picked me up and vaulted over the bed so I was on my back on her pillow, looking up into her gorgeous face.  I looked down and saw a hypnotizing view of her boobs haning off her chest in a dizzying display of cleavage. 

“I don’t know if you’re quite ready for this, Mr. West.”  She said biting her lip. “I’m going to rock your tiny little world.”
She was really turning me on now.

“I am ready for whatever you got, girl” I didn’t really have a good come back  for that, to be honest, my brain was starting to short circuit with everything that was going on.

Then before I knew what was happening, I was inside her soft wet mouth.  It was amazing, I groaned and she giggled more at her success.

Her cute little nose pressed into my stomach.  I put my hands against her forehead.  Her eyes were closed and I felt her lashes brush against my chest.

I had my back into the pillow with nowhere to go.  She pushed me into the cushion with her head.  My enormous member was completely engulfed inside her mouth.  She smushed my tiny body deeper into the cushion.  I pushed against her forehead a little when she became forceful. Not that I wanted her to stop, it was incredible.  It was just a natural reaction.  She hummed and hummed, vibrating my cock and in fact my whole body with her sound.

“Damn girl!” I said

Predictably she elicited another laugh.

She pinned my hands and feet to the pillow with her hands.  And then pulled her lips up to the head of my cock and created a frightful amount of suction on the tip.  Bending my cock upwards my body wanted to follow but she held me pinned to the pillow. It was amazing.  I grunted feeling I might not last long.

She continued to build me up for some time, alternating techniques.  I realized this girl was expert.  She had me squirming and squealing under her enormous head.  I was completely powerless.

I was in absolute heaven as she edged me .  She would giggle at my reactions.  Her tongue tickled my underside and slipped into my eurethra which elicited a tickling pleasureful sensation.

Finally she began to speed up and I knew it was time.  She had released my hands and feet.  I dug my feet into the pillow and pushed against her forehead as she head humped me forcibly deeper and deeper into the pillow.  It was too much and I felt myself get pushed over.

“Sabrina,” I breathed, “I’m going to… I’m going to…”

She hummed her approval and I released my first squirt into her mouth.  It was amazing. I was breathing so rugged.  I released a second into her awaiting mouth as her tongue coaxed and teased me more and more.  The third was somehow more pleasureful than the last.  But as I continued to release into her I realized this was different.  After about 20 seconds I noticed I could not stop cumming into her mouth.  Rope after rope .  Usually after about 7 or 8 squirts I was done, but this was different.  Something was wrong.

“Sah.. breee, NUH,” I managed, “Something, is, something is, not right.”
“Hmmmm” was her cryptic noise dismissing my concern.
The pleasure became more and more intense and I was scared and overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Suh bree nah P—Please!”

“Suh bree nauh! Nauh! NAUH!” I lost control of my body as I stopped pressing against her forhead.  I started to cry, gently at first.  I was trying to hold it back and hide it, but the more I fought the more I started to sob.  Not like a gentle sob, but a full on ugly violent sobbing like I was 8 years old and got pushed off the playground swing.  Her head forced me deeper into the pillow and I knew in that moment she owned me, body and soul.

It had to have been about a minute of cumming.  The pleasure was overwhelming. As she hummed on my member.  I was wracked with sobs. Her head continued to suck my life out of my dick.  I don’t know exactly why I was crying.  It’s not that I was sad, or angry, or frustrated.  I’d just never felt so loved or needed.  The pleasure was confusing and unnatural.  I felt like a little boy who suddenly realized I didn’t know shit about the world.

The orgasm finally began to subside, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before in my life. I could only lay there as she came over me like an ocean and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.  As I began to feel it wane, I still could not stop sobbing.

“Sabrina! Sabrina!” I sobbed, confused as I was still wracked with pleasure, overwhelmed.

She rolled over next to me and placed me up against her neck as she had earlier that day when I comforted her.

“Shhh shhh shhhh,”  she patted my back and stroked my hair as you would a small child.

“Sabrina! Sabrina!” I still couldn’t stop.  I was humiliated and shocked at the uncontrollable reaction my body was having to her mind blowing blow job.

“There there.” She said.  I realized our roles had reversed from earlier that night. She was now comforting me. 
I realized how I had tried to sound macho earlier during our foreplay, but now before this goddess I had completely lost my cool.  She had undone me. I wasn’t a macho man.  I was her pet.

“Was that too much for my little man?  Was that too much too soon?” She cooed to me. I sniffled

I realized that despite being shrunk she had just given me a life changing experience.  It was like I had been lifted to another plane of pleasure.  I was in love with Sabrina.  I knew in that moment.  But I couldn’t let her know that. I might never escape if she did.  I wanted nothing more than to please her and serve her in every way possible.  For that moment, I never wanted to be big again.  I wanted to be her small play thing.  How had she made me cum for a solid minute?  It wasn’t possible.  There wasn’t even that much sperm in my body.  I didn’t know, but she had done it and I was a changed man.  I wanted to make her happy.  It was scary.  I would do a lot more than write an essay to feel that again.  I would be her slave.  I knew these thoughts weren’t right.  I had another life outside of her, I had friends, family, a job.  But for that moment, it no longer mattered.  Maybe I would feel different in the morning, maybe not.

I had finally stopped my embarrassing sobbing.

“There’s more where that came from, pet.” She whispered.  “I know you’re shocked and a little scared, but everything is okay.  Everything is going to be okay.”
And I believed her in that moment.

I awoke that morning.  My eyes were still closed.  The ground was warm and moved up and down slowly.  I immediately realized I was tucked into Sabrina’s amazing cleavage.  I opened my eyes and looked up.  Sunlight was coming through the room, I was surprised to see Sabrina staring down at me with here piercing blue eyes.

“Good morning, pet.” She whispered groggily, “I’ve been waiting for you to get up.”
“Good morning.” I said up to her.  I rested for a bit between her breasts.  They were so warm and soft, her breathing was really calming.  I could faintly hear her heart beat as well.  I also realized I had morning wood that was poking the side of her boob.  She took a deep breath and stretched.  I felt the twin globes on either side of me swell and squish me, pressing my erection pleasurefuly into her tit.  I stretched out a bit and comically pushed her boobs apart trying to get out.
“Oh no you don’t” she chided and squeezed her breasts together, trapping me blissfully inside.

“Ah!” I laughed, but also felt my dick get harder as it was squeezed with the rest of me. 
I managed to worm my way out and Sabrina giggled as I tickled her.  I was getting really horny.  When I finally got out, I felt her delicate hand wrap around my midsection.  I must have only been about 5 inches or so still.  She held me up in front of her face.  Her fist squeezed me and my boner into my stomach sending mind numbing sensations to my brain.  I was her play thing.

“I have another mission for you today.” She said softly.  I peered down at her unbelievably large and beautiful face.  Her platinum blond hair fell around her pillow.  She bit her lip ever so slightly.

“I’ll do anything for you.” I said honestly, which scared me a little.  This was all still to gain her trust, right?  Right??

“It’s not going to be as easy as the last one.  But the payoff will be the same.  Whatever you want, I’m your girl, I’ll do it for you, no questions asked.”  She held her other hand up to her face and placed a finger over her lips in a ‘hush’ and winking at me, then broke into a smile.  I couldn’t look away.  She was so flirty and intoxicating.  I was hooked.  I had lost my free will to this teenage temptress.

“Whatever you want, I’m *gulp* I’m yours.” I had swallowed involuntarily at her cryptic erotic proposition.  All the while her grip began to slowly pump my lower half, causing my erection to twitch in her palm. 

When I told her that, her face lit up.  God I loved pleasing her.  It was one of the greatest pleasures I felt.  I also realized how unhealthy this was getting, but I couldn’t help it.

“That was the right response, pet.” She said. “We’d better get ready, it’s going to be a long day.”

She was about to set me down, but I had other things on my mind.  I think she could sense it.

“Is everything alright?” she asked hesitating

“Oh, um, yeah. I was just—“
“You were what?  Did you need me to do something?”

“It’s just that, well I normally wouldn’t, but, it’s the morning, and you kind of got my engine revved a bit.  You seem to have that *swallow* that effect on me.”

Her eyebrows jumped up in mock surprise.  He beautiful blue eyes looked shocked. Her other hand went down to her collar bone as if to stop her fluttering heart.
“Little man!” she said slowly, “I had *squeeze* no*squeeze* IDEA *squeeze*”
I moaned as her pinky squeezed up against the underside of my member with each word.  My poor tortured penis was so close to orgasm.  I was breathing hard.

She elicited another giggle, followed by a large exaggerated sigh.

“Well, my pet. I feed you, I water you, I take care of you. And, seeing as how you can’t stop staring at them, I’ll let you knock yourself out on one of my tits.”

She lowered me gently on to her right nighty covered breast.  My penis felt amazing against the soft silky material. I wimpered a little.  I assumed a prone starfish position, hanging onto her boob with every extremity.  My dick pushed against the mountainous orb.
“Sabrina,” I barely managed to get out, “I don’t want to stain your nighty.”

“Ahhhhh,” she cooed, “You want the goods, but you haven’t earned them yet.  It will wash out, don’t worry.  Go ahead, fuck my boob”

I was bothered that she wouldn’t let me go bare skin, but when she said ‘fuck my boob’ I almost lost it.  I began humping into her enormous breast.  Her smile was wide showing her bleached white teeth.  Her eyes intent on me. I thrust harder and harder, my knees got weak.

I felt her move a bit.  I looked up to see her reaching for her phone.  I wasn’t too worried about her taking more pictures at this point.  She had loads of dirt on me already.

I grunted and moaned as I rode her tit.  It was heavenly.  I saw her snapping pictures of me in the process.  No doubt to assert her dominance over me later.

Then I got pushed over the edge.  It was fantastic and glorious.  I came and came on her unbelievable tit.  The nighty soaked up my mess.  She was so good to me.  Too good to be honest.  I looked up briefly as she was putting her phone away on the night stand.  I briefly saw the screen.  Was that snap chat?!  What the hell?  She sent those photos to someone? 

I was so delirious from the pleasure I couldn’t be sure.  I just lay there trying to catch my breath. 
“Okay, little guy,” she said. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

The rest of the morning was uneventful.  I showered, ate and waited for her to get ready.  I was still bothered by the fact that she wouldn’t take her nighty off, and also that she most likely sent a snap chat of me humping her breast to someone.  A friend maybe?  Showing off her prize to a classmate?

She came out of the bathroom in a white tank top that dipped down distractingly into her voluptuous figure.  Even though I spent the night between her boobs, I would never have enough of them.  She had on short jean shorts and a big pair of sunglasses.

“Today we’re going on a field trip!” she said excitedly.  She picked me up and put me in her purse.

When we got to her car, she took me out and set me on the passenger side floor.

The trip was uneventful.  I had so many questions, but I knew that she would answer everything in time.

It was weird being outside the house.  I only caught glimpses, but everything was huge, it was scary.  I knew no matter what, I could not become separated from Sabrina, my life depended on it.

When we arrived she stopped the car but left the engine running.

“Okay pet.” She began.  I looked up at her massive frame in the driver seat.  Her skinny pale arms gripped the steering wheel.

“I need you to do something big for me. Like I said, if you do this, the payoff for you will be bigger than your wildest dreams.  I’m going to open your door and you will get out and go into the house immediately in front of you.  I need you to steal something for me.”
This was starting to sound more than a little dangerous.

“I would do it myself, but she changed the security code, and you’re small enough to not set off any of the motion sensors.  She’s gone on vacation, the house should be empty.  You can get in through the doggy door, but don’t worry, the dog died tragically last year.  He was so cute too.”

“Who is this again?” I asked incredulously

“It doesn’t matter.” She said with finality. “You go in, go up the stairs and turn left. Down the hall, first room on the left. Got it?”
“yeah.” I said with a little reservation now.

“There is a night stand by the bed, in the drawer, there’s only one, you’ll find a locket looking thing, an amulet. I need you to get it and bring it back to me.  That is all.”

“Okay okay, up, left, left, nightstand, necklace, got it. Why is it so important?”
A grin crept across her face.

“Did you ever wonder how I shrunk you and turned you into my little minion?” I could see her eye brows raise above her sun glasses.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Well, as it turns out there is so much more that someone can do, and with this locket, I’ll be able to expand my powers even more.  Remember when I told you anything goes if you get this for me?  I really wasn’t kidding.”

I felt like I had more questions than answers after that, but I knew that I shouldn’t waste any more time.  I took a moment to gather my resolve.

“Seriously, pet.  I will suck your cock until your eyes roll back and you scream my name.  Your back will arch and your toes will curl and no matter how old you become or how many other women you’re with in your lifetime, none of them will even be able to give you a tiny amount of the pleasure that I will overwhelm you with.”
I was starting to get hard from her talk.

“There shouldn’t be anyone home, like I said. But on the off chance someone is home, do not get caught. I mean it.  It will be big trouble for me, and even bigger trouble for you if you do.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, gathering my resolve.

She reached down and grabbed my hard on between thumb and fore finger.  The pleasure surged into my groin, legs and made me go numb.
“Before I go, how about a quickie?” I asked greedily.

She let go.

“Now, now, pet. You want the reward without doing the work!  Do you reward your students who don’t study?”

Suddenly I wanted to shrink, metaphorically, in front of her. I knew I shouldn’t talk back. 

I muttered, “I know, I was just—“
“Get the locket, and bring it to me pet.”  She leaned over to open the passenger door and I saw a dizzying display of her pale boobage spill out of her tank top.

With the door open I jumped onto the side walk curb. Holy shit, everything was huge.  I began running across the lawn, my adrenaline was sky high.  The grass was like shrubbery.  It cut my naked legs as I ran and ran.  Why did I let her talk me into this?  Because she was pretty?  Because she made me cum?  This was the stupidest thing I'd ever done in my life. This was so dangerous.  What if a stray cat or a hawk saw me?  I just kept running and running towards the front door.  I heard the car door close behind me.  This was so real.  I was terrified.  I got to the front step of the house and climed up the concrete.  The welcome mat had coarse bristles that poked my feet.  I got up to the door and hoisted myself up to the doggy door.  It opened easily enough.  I fell through to the other side and looked around.  I realized I was in over my head.

The house was big.  So far I’d only been in Sabrina’s room which was the size of an average teenager’s like you’d expect.  This house was much bigger, who ever lived here was well off.  The stairs were right in the front entrance thank fully.  At five inches tall I knew I was in for a work out.  I waited silently to see if I could hear anyone or anything in the home.  Sure enough, I noticed there was a panel above me on the door, and motion sensors in the corners of the wall really high above me.  I should be small enough to avoid detection though.

As I stood there I realized the only thing I heard was my heart beating in my ears.  My adrenaline was pumping hard.  I knew that this was important.

I looked around once more and then sprinted toward the first step.  I jumped up and heaved the rest of my body over the top.  One down, like 25 more to go.  I kept jumping and pushing.  After about 10 or so I was getting fatigued, but I knew time was important.  I couldn’t keep Sabrina waiting too long.  A tingle went down my spine as I thought of her and the awful pleasures she brought me. 

By the time I got to the top step, I was winded.  I lay down on my back and gasped for a moment catching my breath.  The carpet felt nice.  I think the hardest part was over.  I got up, still breathing hard and made my way to the left like she said.  The first door was open and I walked in.  It was the master bedroom.  I saw the nightstand, with the single drawer, just like Sabrina described.  I walked over to the bed, this might not be as easy as I thought.  The house was totally quiet.  I looked around to see what the best approach to get on the bed was.  If I could just get up the first wood panel, I could climb up between the mattress and the foot board.  I found some small cushions underneath the bed that I dragged out.  I stacked them in a sort of slanted fashion against the wood.  It was no easy feat.  Sabrina had made me so small and weak that even moving cushions was exhausting.  I pushed my body to the limit.  I knew that the sooner I got this done, the better.  I climbed up the cushion ramp and up between the mattress and the footboard. The rest wasn’t so bad.  I chimneyed up the bed and found myself on top.  I had to catch my breath once again.  I made my way to the edge of the bed by the nightstand.  There was a lamp, a pen and paper and a glass. I jumped the short distance down and landed on all fours.  As I stood up something in the glass moved. 
I leapt back, my natural instinct, it scared the shit out of me.  I heard a voice, “Help me!” it was high and feminine.

I could make out a figure in the glass.  Another shrunken person like me? What the hell?
The glass was slightly taller than I was, maybe by an inch.

“Help!” the figure came up to the glass and I saw a small woman inside, even smaller than me.  She couldn’t have been more than 3 inches tall.

“Who are you?” I asked

“Please, help me!  My name is Jessica!  I was shrunken down and left here!”

I could see her better now that she was pressed up against the glass. The 3 inch tall woman had red hair and was dressed in a bikini or underwear of some type.  The glass distorted her features.

“How did you shrink?”

“Probably the same way you did, what is going on?”

This is bad, I thought.  I can’t just leave her here.  How would Sabrina feel if I brought someone back?

“Listen, I don’t know how to help you, I could get you out of here, but I don’t think that would help.  When I get bigger, I’ll call the police and tell them you’re here”
“What? Just get me out of this glass, I heard her say how to make me big again, please?”  I could see the pleading in her soft green eyes.

“What did they say would make you big again?”

“I’m not telling you until you get me out, please! I’ve been stuck in here for 2 hours already!  We still have time, but only maybe another hour before she gets back!”

“Listen, I don’t want any trouble, I came here for a specific reason, I promise, I’ll tell Sabrina you are stuck here. She’ll know what to do!”

“You can’t just leave me!  What is she going to do? Call the cops?  How would that work? Just get me the fuck out of here! Please, I’m begging you!”
Her hands pounded on the glass.

I knew this was a bad idea.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the glass.  I jumped up and grabbed the rim and pulled back. The glass tilted. It was incredibly heavy.  I began trying to let it down softly.  This whole thing was insane.  My muscles were shaking.  When it got to about chin level, I yelled, “Hunker down!”

I shifted the glass to my side and tried to set it down as gently as possible, but it still clattered a bit.

A beautiful small red head rolled out in a dark green bikini.  She took a moment to gather herself and then stood up.  She was so small.  I mean, so was I, but compared to me she was tiny.  I wasn’t used to this.  Her face was gorgeous.  Her eyes were so soft and enticing and green.  The bikini must have been a size too small because her boobs were practically spilling over the top.

“Thank you so much… uh?
“Kevin,” I said, “Kevin West.” 
We shook hands, her’s felt so small inside of mine. I laughed out loud at the weirdness of the situation.  She let out a chuckle too.  It was so relieving to see another human being that was so small.  She began to tear up a little bit.  She sniffled.

“It’s okay,” I said leaning my chin down to look at her.  I put my arm on her shoulder.  She began to cry and hugged me.  She came up to my lower chest.  I grabbed the back of her head and patted her back.  I felt her breasts resting in my crotch area. After a moment she withdrew.

“You have no idea, what I’ve been through.” She said.

“I’m sorry,” was all I could muster.

“Tell me how we get you big again.”

“Heh,” she chucked as she wiped an eye.

“This is going to be weird,” she looked up at me with those soft green eyes.
“Try me, I’ve seen some weird things.”

“She said,” I noticed the hesistation in her voice, “She said that one of the ways to make someone big again was to have someone, uhhhh, a guy has to cum in me.”  Her eyes darted to the side in shame and then looked back up and locked with mine.  I could see she was being serious.  My eyebrows rose.

“I know,” she said bluntly as her eye brows went up also.

“Was there… any other way?” I quested.

She folded her arms making her ample boobs press together and create an inviting display of cleavage on the miniature woman.

“Not that I know of. I think she thought I was asleep, when she said it, she was on the phone in the other room.”

“I see,”

“I bet it’s hard to believe…” she started.

“No actually, after what I’ve been through it’s not that hard to believe,” I told her.

“Yeah, I mean what the fuck,” she suddenly became agitated, “I mean what I thought was going to be a fun weekend with this girl I met online suddenly became the week from hell!”

“Do you know what is going on?  How do they shrink us?”
Her green eyes softened again.

“You know just about as much as I do, I’m guessing.”

“So?” she asked

“Sooo?” I replied.

“Arrrrrre you going to make me bigger?” she intoned

I took a deep breath.  She was gorgeous in the dark green bikini.  All 3 inches of her.  She looked expectantly at me.  I guess she’s lesbian, or bi?  I don’t know why that matters.  I finally had a chance to get some help here.  Should I just get the necklace and run?  That would be the smartest.  Don’t want to disappoint Sabrina.  No, forget Sabrina, I’m home free if I can just get this girl on my side.  But wait…

“How do I know that when you’re big you’ll do what you say?” I asked, “I mean, I just met you, I don’t know anything about you?”

“If you’ve been through even half of what I have, you can trust me. I’m not going to just run off while someone else is going through the same thing.”
I guess that made sense.

“Please,” she asked again and she looked at me with pleading.  Her eyes became big and she walked over to me.

“We can do it any way you want, I don’t even care.  I’m just so tired of being small, you know?”
I sighed, “yeah, I know.”

She walked over to me so we were very close now, my heart began beating hard.  This woman was probably my age.  I couldn’t help but gaze down at the deep inviting valley of cleavage that bikini made.

She reached out and grabbed my member with her tiny hand.  Her touch was electric and I immediately came to life. 
“Ah..” I let out at the unexpected sensation.

“You’re okay,” she said, looking up at me her face framed in her long red hair, “you’re okay.”

“Uhh,” I let out awkwardly, not know how to proceed.

“Here,” she said and pushed me backwards to the sitting and then the supine position.

Next thing I knew she was on top of me, the little miniature busty red head 3/5ths my size.

She slipped her panties off and slid on top of my erection.

“Oooooh,” my brow furrowed, our differences in size made her very tight.

“It’s okay,” she whispered

She began rocking on me and letting out gentle moans.

“It’s okay,” she whispered again.

I looked down at her and her inviting boobs. 
She placed her hands on my abs.

“you can touch them if you like,” she husked, “I saw you looking at them earlier.  They may not be much from your size, but it’s all I can offer.”

My hands had a mind of their own as I reached up and touched her boobs.

She continued rocking on me and I felt my orgasm building.

“Yes, that’s it,” she cooed, “Cum for me big guy.”
I kept pawing at her tiny but firm breasts. Even for someone who was shrunken, they were a handful.  I imagine at equal size they would be daunting.

“Please baby, make me big again.” I heard the pleasure in her voice as my own pleasure began to mount.  I felt my orgasm rising inside of me.

“I’ll protect you, I’ll get you the help you need.” She continued, “Just cum inside me baby. I need you to cum now!”

At her command I felt my pleasure spike and I began humping upwards into her.  My whole body lifted the tiny red head off the ground.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried with each lift off as I shot load after load into her tiny body.  She cried out in ecstasy as she came at the same time.  She slumped forward onto my chest. I felt her soft warm skin against my own.

Then sure enough, just like she said, she began to grow. Slowly at first.

“It’s happening!” she said.

She got off of me and I stood up.  Soon we were eye to eye, but something was off, I thought.  I looked around as the room got bigger and bigger.  My eyes were wide with shock.  She noticed my surprise.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, you will shrink down to my 3 inches in return.”
“What? You couldn’t have mentioned that??”

She continued to rise until she towered over me, I saw her whole body move up until I was eye level with her skinny bare midriff.  Her tight green bikini top snapped at the back and I saw her exposed perky breasts, now larger than my head.  I gulped involuntarily.  Upwards she went higher and higher until she was sitting on the side of the night stand. She began to get so big I thought she might knock me off, but she jumped over before that happened.  I looked over the edge, she was catching up to the size of the nightstand now, then she rose above it.  Her face looked so happy.

“Thank you,” she said, “Thank you so much!”

I backed away as she began to approach her normal size.  She raised her hands above her head in a dramatic show of her new height.  She looked around the room and spotted a bathrobe on the wall.  She grabbed it and robed up to preserve some modesty.  It appeared as though she stopped growing, she was HUGE, especially since she had stolen some of my own height in the process.

“Jessica, please, it’s time to get out of here!”

She turned to look over her shoulder down at me.  She slowly turned around and got down to my level so her beautiful face stood in front of me like a theater screen.

“I can’t believe you fell for that.” She said with a smirk.  I felt my heart sink at her words. My mouth opened slightly.

“Who sent you?  Someone wanting to steal my amulet?  I saw you sneak in on the camera and shrunk myself down as for a little sport.”
My mind was trying to process what just happened.  I tried to think of a response.
“Hey!” she snapped her fingers in front of me, jarring me to focus on the irritated sexy giantess in front of me, “Who… Sent… You?”

“I… I…”  I knew there was no way I could mention Sabrina.

“Cat got your tongue?” she pouted, “Seriously though, last chance, tell me who sent you and this will be a lot easier, I promise.”

My mind raced about what I should do.  Should I save myself and spill the beans?  Sabrina could be mean, as in shrink me down to the size of a locket and make me sleep hand cuffed around her neck  mean, but this girl, I didn’t know what she was capable of.  Still, Sabrina had conditioned me well, despite what I’d just been through with this woman, Sabrina still trumped that.  There was no way I would betray lovely Sabrina. 
“I…  I’m not telling you,” the words came out of my mouth without thinking if it was the best idea.

She smirked again. “A man with metal, even in the face of the daunting seductive giantess, I like it,” her voice actually sounded pleased.

Before I could react her hand was wrapped around my tiny body.

“Hnng!” I yelped.

“I’ll get it out of you,” she held me up to her face as she began walking out of the room, “I’ll get it ALL out of you,” she said and her emerald eyes smoldered with desire.

“I hope you like mimosas!” she smiled and her nose wrinkled sending a shiver down my spine.

“You tricked me!” I yelled angrily at the large beautiful face in front of me. “I trusted you, I tried to help you and you tricked me.”

Jessica rolled her eyes with a  smirk, “Oh come one, you’ve never had a girl lie to you before?  It was just a bit of sport, and you made for a fun piece of prey.”
I was so angry at her.  I should have just followed Sabrina’s orders and left her in that glass.  She probably would have found a way to stop me anyways.

She took me down stairs onto the back patio.  There was a table with a pitcher and some champagne glasses.  She set my tiny body down on the table and sat down on a chair in her robe.  It was opened enough that I could see her deep inviting cleavage. Her soft green eyes smoldered, her face was framed in that unbelievable red hair.  I felt completely vulnerable in front of her.  With a grin she picked me up and set me in one of the champagne glasses.  At 3 inches tall the walls were well above me, there was nothing I could grab onto to climb, there was no where for me to go.

“I saw you staring at my rack earlier when I was smaller than you.” She said nonchalantly grabbing the pitcher.  “Tell me, do you think I’m beautiful?”
The question caught me off guard to say the least. “What?”

“It’s a simple question.” She said taking her other hand and tucking some of that fiery hair behind her ear.

“Why do you want to know? Why does it matter?” I resisted.

“Wrong answer little man.” She poured some of the cold mimosa into the glass.  It splashed down my head and body.  The liquid was cold and went up to my knees.

I wiped my face, gasping from the cold. “You crazy bitch!” I yelled in anger and discomfort.

“MMmmmmmmmm,” she hummed and splashed some more mimosa over me, a lot more, the liquid was up to my chest now.  I was cold, the citric acid stung my eyes a bit, but it did taste pleasant.  I could smell the alcohol.

“Am I beautiful?” she asked again.

I was really shaken at this turn of events.  I didn’t want to give in, but I wasn’t sure how far Jessica would take things.  She wouldn’t drown me would she?

“Uhhhhh,” I hesitated. Her hand with the pitcher came closer ready to dump more mimosa on me.
“Yes!  Yes! I think you’re beautiful!”

When I said the words her face lit up.
“Such a charmer!” she said with enthusiasm.

She picked the glass up and brought it to her lips.  The very act of her doing this was terrifying.  I realized all at once that I could very easily fit inside her mouth if she wanted.  She had total control over me and the situation.  I really wished Sabrina was here, lovely Sabrina, she would save me if something bad were going to happen. She wouldn’t let anything happen to her precious pet, right?!

She tilted the glass and took a sip.  I was able to press against the sides of the glass to prevent myself from draining out with the drink, but the rushing beverage threatened to pull me away like a wave.

After taking a few sips she set the glass back down and my world tumbled again.  She now positioned her face directly over the glass. The liquid came up to my hips.  Looking directly up through the top of the glass I could see her sexy face looking down at me and her hand holding the pitcher, ready to poor more mimosa on me.
“Tell me, what do you find so attractive about me?”
Oh gosh, well, I had already gone this far, why stop now?

“Your, uhhh, you’re eyes!”
“What about them? Why do you like them?”
“Because they’re so soft and green and, uh, penetrating.” I fumbled for words, saying anything to keep from getting doused.  At my compliment her smile widened.

“What else do you like about me?  Don’t stop, if you do, I might have to top my drink off.”
Damn, this bitch was crazy.

“I think your hair is really nice, it’s red, but not just red, like really red.  And, you do have nice boobs, not to be un-gentlemanly. But they are really big and perky, which is rare.  I couldn’t stop looking at them when we made love.  They were bouncing like water balloons on your chest, it was unreal. In your green lace bra you were really sexy, your figure is pretty slim, which is uncommon considering how big your rack is.”  She smiled and began to giggle at my monologue.  I was scared and running out of things to say.
“Anyways, I just met you, I don’t know that much about you, but your smile is really warm, and it’s easy to get distracted when you are looking down at me with those eyes.” I got down on my knees and put my hands together in a praying gesture.  “Please don’t drown me, I’ll worship you, I’ll rub lotion on you and do anything you say.” I was thinking of my life with Sabrina now.

“Okay little man.” She said matter of factly. “I will permit you to not drown, but you must answer one question for me.”

Oh no.

“Who sent you into my home?”
I hung my head.  “I can’t tell you that, please, please, please.  I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything but that. I swore to her.”
“Her?”

I became quiet.

“That’s okay little man.  I’ll have you singing like a canary soon.”
She began to dump mimosa on me.  It was cold, but by now my body was used to it.  I took a few gulps. Why not, it was refreshing.  I might die very soon.  The liquid climbed higher and higher in the glass.  I could only tread it for so long if it got too high.  When it got to about my shoulders she stopped pouring.

I was expecting her to drown me, what was she going to do now?  Swallow me?  Instead she reached across the table.  Her bosom was right next to the glass and I glanced down her creamy white cleavage that created an inviting shadow.  When she leaned back something dropped into the water next to me.  A pipe?  It took me a moment to realize what it was, a straw.  Not a thick straw like you get at a fast food place, it was thinner, almost like a coffee stirrer, but a little thicker than that and clear.

She picked up the glass and brought the tip of the straw to her lips. She took a drag on the mimosa and I saw the straw flash orange as it filled,

“MMMMMmmmmmmm,” the pleasureful purr she elicited from sucking on the end of the straw was almost pornographic.

She continued to suck and the liquid around me began to drain, it was down to my abs now and falling.  About this time.  She grabbed the straw in her other hand to adjust it.  Only it wasn’t quite adjusting.  She was moving it around.  It was touching my leg moving around my thigh almost as if she were searching.  Just before I realized what was happening she found it.  My dick got sucked into the end of the straw. 
“AHHNG!” I yelped.  I grabbed the straw but it was too late.  I pulled up on it, but it was useless.  I looked up and saw her cheeks hollow with negative sucking pressure.  The vacuum she created was too intense.  I pushed and pulled and tried to pull it off my dick but she was too damn strong.

“MMMMmmmmmmmm,” she let out again, it was similar to the moan she had elicited during our tiny love making.  I noticed that despite the coldness of the drink my penis was getting drawn up into the straw.  She was literally sucking blood into my dick against my physiology and my will.

“Ahhhhh! St--- hmmm, STOP!” talking was difficult due to the sensation she was creating throughout my body.  My dick didn’t quite fill the straw so some mimosa still made it through. 

“HmHmHmHmHm!” she laughed into the straw, which sent vibrations down the plastic and directly into my dick making the experience more pleasureful and also making my penis grow larger.  Now I thought that Sabrina had made my dick grow big, but I swear something else was going on here.  The mimosa was now down to just about my lower thighs and I could see my dick inside the straw.  It was swollen and purple.  It was impossibly huge.  The sensation coming from it was unbelievable.  It was like she was sucking my soul out.

“Hmmmmmmm,” she hummed while simultaneously giving a particularly long suck, drawing more blood from my body into my penis and more penis into the straw.  My dick was definitely longer than it should ever have been.  I swear it could probably reach my chin.  It was also so thick that it completely filled the straw, there was a tight vacuum seal now at the root of my cock.  From the top of my dick the rest of the straw was still filled with mimosa.

“HmmHmmm,” she continued vibrating my dick inside the straw and sucking.  The pleasure was unbelievable.

“N-No!  N-No more, p-please!”  I could barely put a sentence together.  The back of my head was throbbing with a pleasant buzzing sensation.  My dick felt amazing.  I looked up at the fiery goddess.  Her eyes were pinned to me from above.  I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.  I knew I could end it if I just told her who sent me.

She continued sucking and humming, vibrating my dick and my body.  I splashed and writhed around in pleasure, forced to stand up because of the straw around my dick.  It was amazing and agony at the same time.

Then all at once as I thought I was about to come, I was lifted up by my dick out of the glass.  I naturally grabbed onto my straw encased dick for support in what I’m sure was a comical fashion.

Jessica was now holding me in mid air by nothing more than the suction force on my penis.  I grabbed the straw once more and pushed up with all my might trying to free myself from her overwhelming pleasure.  But it was no use, with each suck, she sucked not only more blood into my dick, but also more resistance from me.  It was like Sabrina all over again.  I suddenly felt like a wet noodle on the end of a stick.  Just give in to the pleasure.  She held me up so I was upright.  I had to grab  onto my dick for support.  I looked forward into Jessica’s eyes.  She was going to get it out of me.  All of it.  I must have looked so pathetic.  I knew that she would force pleasure on me until I submitted.  She had me completely in her power, even from the time she was 3 inches.  I could never say no to someone as sexy as she was.  I gazed down at her cleavage.  Even now, the tops of her boobs were absolutely stunning. She hummed through the straw again and I whimpered a little, it was very close now.  She would bend me around her tiny finger, because I was small and she was big and sexy and I could not stand up to her anymore than an ant would.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she gave a long hum and and knew this was the one.  I felt the semen rising deep within me. I slumped forward onto the straw, still suspended in mid air.  My legs shot out, my toes pointed and curled.  The pleasure started in my thighs and went up to the base of my cock, I knew it was no ordinary orgasm from what I was feeling.  Sure enough the first squirt I screamed,

“Jessica!” It was part anger, part love, part humiliation. 

“HMMMMMMMMMMM” her humming intensified almost lovingly as she guided me through the orgasm in a condescending way. 

I squire again and again.

“Jessica!” I yelled again with every wave of pleasure she forced over me.  The feeling was so defeating.  She had taken me with nothing more than a straw.  I opened my eyes long enough only to catch a brief glimpse of my grotesque penis in the clear straw shooting rope after rope of cum into the orange mimosa.   Then I looked up and saw her soft, plush lips pursed against the end of the straw, almost as though it were an extension of my dick.  I felt my orgasm begin to wane.  It had been incredible to say the least.  But even as my orgasm was winding down, she continued to suck harder and harder.

“No,” I breathed, as my wits began to return. “Please, there’s nothing left.”
She continued to suck and suck, despite the fact that I was empty. Then she gave a really long and loud hum.  I realized this was above and beyond what she had done to get me to orgasm.  The sensation was intense.  My dick had just released a huge(well to me) amount of cum and was now in the refractory period, I was surprised it was still hard to be honest, needless to say, it was super sensitive now to any touch or feeling and what she had just done was really uncomfortable, not painful per se, but unwelcomed.

“AHHH! Jess—Jessica,” she kept sucking and humming, sending vibrations down my really really sensitive rod, “Sto- stop, STOP! It’s empty… JESSICA!!”

I realized then that this was her plan all along. She was going to keep sucking humming until I gave up.  Her cheeks hollowed again with suction force.
“GAH! Don’t, there’s HNG! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT!”  It was like she was totally deaf to my pleadings.  She began to flick the straw up and down slightly.  I was jostled around, hanging on for dear life. The suction of the straw kept me from falling and hitting the ground, but also kept me in borderline agony.

“HMMMHMMMHMMM!”  She kind of laugh-hummed through the straw, testing me, further breaking my resolve.  It was like a terrible roller coaster that I just wanted to get off of.  Like a nightmare I just wanted to wake up from but couldn’t.

I tried to push the sensation away, put it out, but everytime I tried she would hum again and the sensation was too much. There was no mind over matter.  I screwed my eyes shut. Sabrina, where are you?  How could you let this happen to me?  Please!  I was close to tears again. 

“Okay! OKAY!” I’LL TALK!” I said, but the sensation didn’t stop.
“MmmmMmmm!” she chided and wagged a finger at me.

“It w-was, It was Sabrina!” as soon as the words left my lips I felt my world spin.  She let me down onto the table.  My back layed down in the supine position.  Now her cheeks expanded with pressure and I felt my dick get blown out the end of the straw.  It was relieving to feel air around it again, it was massive and swollen, a shade of purple darker than I had ever seen it.  I felt it fall on my chest, already it was beginning to shrink as it normally would after orgasm.

“Continue.”
I was panting so hard from what she just did to me, but I knew it was in my interest to keep speaking.

“Sabrina, she, she sent me, she wanted to me to get…” I hesitated long enough to see her green eyes cloud ever so slightly and that was enough, “to get your locket or amulet or whatever.”
“Sabrina, that darling niece of mine, she always did envy my power.” She leaned back with a quizzical look on her face.

“Where is she now?” she leaned forward again over me to be imposing, her soft green eyes were huge and so tender despite her being in the position of power here.

“She’s parked around the corner.  I was supposed to bring the necklace to her car.”
“Well hang on… You’re a little old aren’t you?  You look almost twice her age! Who are you?”

“I’m,” my voice cracked with embarrassment, “I’m Mr. West, her math teacher.”

“Her…” she couldn’t finish the sentence before she burst out laughing.  Her shiny white teeth gleaming in light of my situation.  She finally composed herself enough to speak, “Her math teacher?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. 
“I mean, I knew she was talented, but I never thought she would be so daring!”  she explained, grinning over me.

“So you’re like her pet then?  Huh?  She got you wrapped around her finger? You little pervert?”  her tone was mocking, taunting.

“Uhhh, something like that.” My hands covered my face in shame and frustration.

“Oh come on now, I’m just having a little fun,” she paused, “Mr West,” she added seductively.

“Jesus almighty, her math teacher,” she chortled cutely again.

My dick was now back to it’s relatively normal size.

“Well I’ll have to have a talk with her.” She picked me up as she spoke. “Remind her it’s not a toy and such.”
“Are, are you going to let me give it to her?” I asked hopefully, my body bound inside her hand.  She began walking toward the front again.

“Of course not, she’s not old enough yet! She shouldn’t even be playing with adults like you yet!  No, I’m afraid, Mr. West, You’re going back empty handed, a few inches shorter and a little bit lighter in the testicles and that’s all.”
“Ooh please, Jessica, I’ll do anything, I don’t—can’t disappoint her.  She is so powerful, she can be nice when I do what she says, but very cold and with-holding when I disappoint her.”
“Oh you poor man, she’s gotten in your head alright, you don’t even realize how much, you poor bastard.”

She stopped at the front door and held me up to her face.  She just held me there and stared for a while, searching me.

“Yeah… she’s done things to you you’ll never forget as long as you live.  Thanks for the sport, shorty,” she said and a grin returned to her face, “You were a good fuck, sugarcube, the best I’ve had at three inches, I can say in all honesty.” 

With that she brought me to her lips, my heart skipped a beat as their soft but firm texture engulfed my head and chest in a sensuous kiss that lasted longer than I thought it would. Yet when she pulled me away I found myself sad that it was over, with a pleasant buzz in the back of my neck.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, be careful out there, sugarcube!” At that she opened the pet door and unceremoniously deposited me through it.  From the corner of my eye I saw Sabrina’s car on the far side of the front lawn.

“Oh crap,” I thought.

“You what?!” Sabrina screamed down at me from her position on the driver’s side.  I was huddled on the passenger floorboards.

“She was stronger than me!  She tricked me!” I said.

Sabrina shook her head as she kept driving. 
“I don’t ask much from you.” She said, “But when I do ask for one simple thing, you can’t even deliver. What good are you?  You’re not even a real man anymore.  You’re not even good as a slave.”

I sensed the disappointment in her voice and hung my head.  I realized I cared way too much about what this teenage bombshell said about me.  I didn’t even know how to respond.

“You know, I think I’ve been too easy on you lately.” She explained. “I think you need to be reminded of just how good you have it with me.”
“No, please, Sabrina, give me one more chance!”

“Enough!” her voice was loud and silenced me immediately.

“When we get back things are going to change.  You’ll have to learn, since clearly you haven’t yet.”

I stayed silent the rest of the way back.  I knew that now was not the time to talk and that anything I said would only make it worse.

When we got back in the house Sabrina dropped me on the bed and immediately began playing with my dick, which I was fearful of at first because of the way she had been talking in the car.  Despite my fear her fingers were expert and even though I tried to squirm weakly away at first her ministrations were persistent and her piercing blue gaze demanded my attention. I soon gave in.  She picked up the phone and called someone. With the phone to her ear she began speaking, fondling me all the while.

“Angela? Yeah, it’s me, remember that thing I was talking to you about?”
Oh shit, Angela?  Angela Ritchie?  She had been in one of my classes her freshman year.  She barely passed algebra.  I didn’t involve myself too much in the gossip of the school, but I knew she was kind of known as the school skank.  She would go through boyfriends faster than any other girl, use them dump them, find another.  I had over heard enough to know she was the type to manipulate boys with her body into doing things they didn’t want to do, getting homework done, having a lab partner do all the work, threaten a boyfriend that she was pregnant. I prayed it wasn’t that Angela, but something told me it was.
“Yeah,” Sabrina continued.  I was starting to get close. “Why don’t you come over this afternoon?  I’ll have it ready for you then.” A pause, then she giggled loudly. “No, no no, silly, he’ll be tied up, you can do whatever!”

Oh shit! What the fuck?  I was starting to try to squirm away again, but Sabrina increased her attention, my legs became jello.  I tried to push away with my arms but it was too late.  She pushed me over the edge as she continued talking to Angela, like I wasn’t even there, like the slightest squeezes and caressed of her fingers didn’t cause me the deepest pleasures I’d ever known.  I grabbed the bedsheet and let it happen.  As I began spurting I realized that the world was getting smaller.  Sabrina was getting smaller. Holy shit, I was actually growing!  I realized this must be some sort of trap.  I must have been a foot tall and kept getting bigger and bigger. Two feet?  I hadn’t seen the world like this in a while.  Things were almost normal, my growth continued a few more inches.  I must have been about two and a half feet!  At this size I was able to interact with the world much more, but at the present I was drained, literally and metaphorically, Sabrina had taken everything from me during her phone chat.  She looked closer to the petite busty blonde I was used to seeing in my math class and less like the vengeful angry sexpot goddess. 
“Okay!  He’ll be ready for you then!” Sabrina hung up and tossed her phone.

“I have to get ready for work little man.” She said enthusiastically. “But first I need to tie you up! You’re tall enough you could actually get out if you tried at this size.”
Her words gave me hope.  Probably false hope, I thought pessimistically.  This girl had pulled the rug out more times than I could count.  Best stay cautious.

“So, I need to know before we get started with the restraints, are you going to resist?” She grabbed my dick, which was regular sized despite the rest of me being small.  A fierce squeeze on my ultra sensitive member was all it took for me to mewl in a cracked voice, “No.”

“Good boy! Maybe you are learning!”

She zip tied my hands behind one of the bars on the head board, my legs she kept free.  I took the moment to rest and recover my strength while she was getting ready for work. 

She came out of the bathroom wearing her work uniform, her boobs straining against the olive garden polo.  I bet she got tipped well.

“My friend Angela is coming over to play some games with you.” She said as she put her earings in at the vanity mirror.
“I think you know her, she was one of your students a couple years back. Anyways, I’m not going to give away the rules of the game, she knows some, but not all.  You will think it’s unfair at first, but I’m going to tell you something she doesn’t know, your secret weapon!”

She turned and looked at me, her platinum blonde pony tail whipped around, her dazzling blue eyes widened.

“Get her to swallow.” She said with a wink. “it will give you the upper hand!”

She stood up and made for the door. 

“If you’re over 6 inches tall by the time I get back in 8 hours then I’ll reward you, and I’ll also forget about this afternoon.” She looked down at me on the bed.
“And what if I’m not?” I asked looking up at her.

“Oh, come on, have some faith in yourself!” she grabbed my tiny ankle and gave it a good shake.

“Either way,” she said standing in the doorway. “Have fun!”

And with that she left.

The room was silent.  I waited and thought about what was coming.  A game, she said.  I’m guessing if it was anything like the games we had been playing then Angela’s goal was to make me cum.  I thought back to when she was in my class.  She was a small girl, brunette, curvy.  Not necessarily a knock out, but had a cute face from what I remember, but she had a way with the boys.  Not the football players or the home coming kings, but mostly the bottom feeders and the inexperienced.  She would prey on them and bend them to her will at least that was what her reputation was; a man eater. I remember seeing her around campus; she was still short from what I remember, probably not even five foot.  I realized at my size I may have a chance to overpower her and escape.  Maybe I could even talk some sense into her, but that was unlikely. She was not nearly as hot as Sabrina, I doubted she could have the same effect on me.  I thought briefly about Sabrina’s undeniably seductive nature.  Just being in her presence made me erect at this point. God, why was I so turned on by her? She said that if I could get her to swallow, it would give me the upper hand.  Even though Sabrina didn’t specify what she had to swallow, I had a pretty good idea at this point. 

I waited about 30 minutes and then heard the noise of the front door opening.  My heart began racing.  I hadn’t seen anyone shrunken besides Sabrina and Jessica.  The footsteps got closer to Sabrina’s door.  My heart was beating out of my chest.  The knob turned and the door opened slowly in suspense.  Then all at once she came into the room.  Angela Ritchie.
She had long straight brunette hair, done up in pig tails that came out of the top of her head, oh god. She had deep brown eyes and make up on, maybe a bit much, but the mascara made her eyes stand out.  She wore a black tank top that was low cut and showed off the tops of her enormous breasts.  I didn’t realize how well endowed Angela was, but she was definitely bigger than Sabrina in that department.  She had wide curvy hips and cutoff jeans to show off creamy thighs. She definitely had a goth vibe going on with the heavy make-up and the black clothes, but I had to admit she was more stunning than I had given her credit for earlier.
Her eyes quickly swept the room and landed on me as she stepped across the threshold. Immediately her eyes lit up and a smile widened on her face.

“Holy shit!” she squealed, “ I mean God FUCKING DAMN IT!” she covered her mouth and started laughing.  I didn’t know how to react.  She stumbled in to the room in front of the bed giggling into her hand, her eyes moving up and down my shrunken naked body.

“Mr West! What the fuck happened to you?!” she laughed, but as I was about to talk she snorted and grabbed her phone out and began swipping buttons.
“Angela” I said my face serious with wide eyes. “Please help me!”

She held her phone up to me and took a picture, the flash went off.
I turned my face and closed my eyes, my ears burning.
“Oh come on baby,” she wined while the flash went off again and again, “Don’t be shy little one. Smile for the camera!”

I didn’t listen to her.
“Please Angela!” I begged, “Please listen to me for just a second.”

“Okay okay, hold on a minute.” She pushed a few buttons on her phone.  I heard her mutter under her breath, “Aaaaaaaaand send.”

She giggled one last time and put her phone away.
“What’s up little baby? Tell me what’s wrong?” She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me.  She was a smaller girl as I remembered, petite, maybe 4’11”. But damn, I watched her boobs jiggle when she plopped down next to me, her feet hanging off the bed and her torso turned to face me.  She leaned over, her weight on her palms.  She created a dizzying display of cleavage.  I noticed stars tattooed on the tops of her breasts. Trashy, I thought.  Everything about this girl, the way she spoke, the profanity, just screamed immaturity, yet she was in complete control of the situation, for now.
I looked up at her eyes. She did do a good job with the mascara, I could tell it had taken her time, her lashes were long and inviting; her lips soft and pink.

“I know Sabrina sent you here to uh… play games with me, but please, she has kidnapped me against my will.  She has violated my rights as a human being.”  As I continued speaking Angela nodded her eyes took on a pleading, soft sympathetic tone. Was I getting through or was she messing with me?
“She has abused me and I don’t know how, but she can change my size some how!” She was now giving me puppy dog eyes and even bit her lip like she really cared.
“Please, Angela, will you help me?” I looked at her and her eyes drifted downwards to the ground.
“You know Mr. West, that’s all very touching and sad and all…” already I knew this bitch was messing with me, she was so immature and predictable.  I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of showing my frustration.
“But hey!” a smile creased her lips, “This is a once in a fucking life time opportunity! My old math teacher, who I used to beg for extra credit to pass?  Literally served up on silver platter!”
I restrained from correcting her misuse of the word literally.

She shook her head with a grin. “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do!”

“Please, I’ll give you money, I will never speak of this—“
“Stop!” She said with force. “Just fucking stop, no bullshit!” She looked at me with a serious face.

“You’re not even like, a real human-fucking-being at this point.” she said with irritation in her voice. “Like, if you could just control that dick between your legs, you would be at home right now jacking it or feeding your fish or whatever the fuck you do in your free time, but nooooo, just like all men, you’re one horny fucking bastard and let your dick think for you, and look where it got you.  Where did it get you? Huh?”
I wasn’t sure if she actually wanted me to respond, I just inhaled and looked away.  I was not going to communicate with this psycho, she had the emotional maturity that you’d expect for someone her age.  A spoiled brat that was used to getting what she wanted and didn’t know what “no” meant.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” She said. “It can be fun for you too. You’ll learn, just do what I say and we won’t have any problems, okay?”
I didn’t respond.

“Okay?” she said again and grabbed my ankle.  I just shook my head.

“So you’re going to be a little fucking baby about it huh? I was hoping you would act like an adult for once in your life.” She said.  Oh the irony I thought, but I stayed silent.

“Well, at least she gave you a big dick, probably a big change from what it was before.” She was trying to get at me. “I mean,” she said, “let’s face it, you’re not the type of guy to get that much from women.”

I didn’t respond, she was really starting to piss me off.

“I probably have done more stuff than you have at this point, and you’re like what, 35 or something?” she forced a giggle to try to hurt me.

“I don’t know if she told you any of the rules today,” she began and I turned to face her, my interest peaked, “all I know is that if I win, she is going to show me how to do… this,” she gestured at my body, “to my next boy toy.” I shuddered at the thought of someone so irresponsible being given so much power.
“what did she tell you?” I asked

“Oh not much, just that whenever I get you to cum you’re going to shrink a few inches, and if I can get you under 6 inches then I win. She will be gone for at least another 6 hours, so that give us a lot of play time, hope you’re hydrated, do you want something to drink?”

Actually I was pretty thirsty to be honest.

“If you really mean it then yes, I could drink something”
“Come on, Mr. West, I’m not a total fucking bitch, at least give me a little credit would you?” she winked and smiled at me.  She pulled a water bottle out of her purse.  The lip of it was pretty big compared to what I was used to and as she held it up to my lips some of it spilled over but I didn’t care. I was so thirsty I drank and drank big heaving gulps.  When I was sated he put it away. 

“She gave me a few secret weapons to use against you,” she said pulling out her phone and looking at it briefly, “and she even told me that she gave you a secret weapon to use, but she wouldn’t tell me what it was, I don’t suppose you would tell me?”
I should have known it was going to get freaky. I was getting tired of this magic bullshit.
“I’ll tell you something if you tell me something.” I said with a straight face, my mind began to race, I couldn’t actually tell her what it was, could I?
“Okay,” she said, “I’ll tell you something then, but you have to say what yours is first.”
“Fine,” I said, “She said that if I cum more than once the same way then I won’t be able to cum for an hour.” I lied the best I could. I doubted this dumb bimbo would be any good at spotting a liar.

She looked at me with thought, then held out her hand and began counting on her fingers while staring up and the ceiling.  She stopped at four and then slowly her thumb went out indicating five.  Then she looked at her other hand and counted: six… pause, seven, pause, eight. She threw her hands up suddenly in a shrug.
“You know,” she looked back down at me, “I think we’re going to be okay!”
Then without warning she jumped on the bed at my tiny feet and grabbed my ankles.  She climbed over me and her boobs rested on my crotch.  They were huge and so soft, the size of cantaloupes at least, spilling all over my groin.  The tattooed stars forming an erotic constellation by my dick.
“wait!” I yelled and flailed my feet. I grabbed the head board and pulled up into a ball, her grip was not strong enough to stop me.

“You said you would tell me!” I told her.

“I will,” she said, looking up at me. “just come here first!”
“No way!” I said, “I told you, you tell me, that was the deal!”

“I’m going to, just stop fighting me!” She reached out and grabbed my leg, but I kicked her back.  She tried to get on me but I braced against the head board and all two and a half feet of me pushed against the tremendous collarbones of the goth-giantess.  Surprisingly I had enough purchase to flip her on her back.  I looked down the bed at her, she wasn’t even that hot, now that I thought of it.  Just a trashy, bratty, stupid, immature little girl.  I don’t think I had much to worry about at this point.  I don’t think this girl would be able to turn me on like Sabrina did when she cornered me in my office.  She would not have the same effect.  If I could just fight her off for long enough she would eventually give up, she didn’t really strike me as a goal getter that would persevere through a problem or use critical thinking.  I don’t think I would even get erect unless I wanted to at this point, but I knew I should be careful not to be over confident.
She got back up into the sitting position, anger in her face.  She held a pointing finger up at me.
“Wrong fucking move you fucker!” she almost screamed.  And she hopped off the bed and walked over to the bathroom.
“You want to know what my secret was?” she raised her eyebrows in a condescending smirk

“I put fucking Viagra in that water dipshit!” she slammed the door

I was silent, my cheeks were red, was she telling the truth?  How much had she given me?  Was it enough for a full sized adult?  She was the farthest thing from a physician or pharmacist I could think of.  If it was true, this was really messed up, she could seriously hurt me if I had overdosed.  I really hope she’s bluffing, I thought.
But sure enough after about five minutes, I felt my enormous member start tingling. It began to slowly creep.  Oh no, I thought, no, no no, FUCK NO! I dug my fingernails into my hand and tried to change my thoughts. I chewed my lip and thought about my trip to Europe last summer.  Thought about my plans to visit Australia and what I would get my mom for Christmas.
It was no use. My dick began to feel tender and sensitive.  My large purple member began to creep further and further up my chest.  My thoughts began to wander, I thought about Sabrina and her delightfully tempting body, all the times she made me cum against my will.  The trashy stars tattooed on Angela’s impossibly large tits. I tried to keep my thoughts focused as my member began to rise to full salute.  My body was beginning to control my mind again.  It doesn’t matter, I’m still big enough to fight her off!

I heard a flush and she came out of the bathroom.  I didn’t even hear the sink run, this girl was so disgusting. 
“Well well well,” she stood over the bed, “Is that for me?”

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I said, and her smile faded.

She hopped over the foot board and once again I curled into a defensive position, but now my dick stabbed my in the chest.  I kept kicking at her hands every time she tried to grab me.  She would get my ankle every now and then but I would kick her off with my other foot.  Even when she grabbed both of my ankles I was strong enough to twist and curl, breaking her incredibly strong grip given our size difference.  I was huddled in a ball, my insanely large dick poking into my chest, about the level of my nipples.

Then in ball form, without warning, two fingers entered my anus.  The sensation was so alien and unfamiliar.  I squeezed, trying to get them out.  When I thrashed they only seemed to penetrate deeper. I gasped loudly.
“That’s right, bitch!” she smirked. “You act like a fucking fag, I’ll treat you like a fucking fag.”
I straightened out and lifted my hips in the air trying to escape the foreign sensation, but her hand only parted my cheeks in the air, her fingers intent on burrowing inside me.

“See?” I heard her say, “I can tell you’ve never done this before! I guess I really do have more experience when it comes to this sort of thing.”

Her hand split my cheeks, her index and middle finger driving up, she applied pressure between her fingers inside and her thumb outside, massaging my prostate.  I had never felt pleasure like this before.  It was scary and instrusive, she was violating me in a way I had never experienced.
“Stooooop!” I whined. But she only gave me a firm squeeze and my hips bucked up in the air.

“Typical horny guy,” she said, “Your just a fucking horn dog like the rest of them, Mr. West. I am your fucking sexual superior, you know that, right?”
“RIGHT?!” She squeezed me and her other hand grasped my rod. I moaned in answer.

“that’s right, fucker.” And she began to pump my rod.  I looked down at my huge dick as the foreskin peeled back from my head a jolt of pleasure burst at the tip. Then she pumped back up, sheathing my head in foreskin and pulled back down fiercely, drawing my frenum taught and shooting another strong burst of electric pleasure. Up and down, up and down. I only stared at it with wide eyes, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say.

My face screwed up in pleasure, my eyes clamped shut.  One hand worked me from inside and the other from without.  She was right, she was my sexual superior and at this moment there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it, she owned me.

“Here it comes, I can tell!” she said and she sped up her ministrations.

“Cum for me, Westie, cum for me!” she commanded and my thighs clenched, my bottom squeezed against the foreign invader, trying to force it out, but she was clamped firmly against my prostate, much stronger than I was able to handle. Then I came furiously, sweat forming on my brow.

“ahh… ahhhhhh! AHHHHHHHH!” with each wave the pleasure mounted higher and higher as I shot load after load of cum on my chest, the pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced.

“Yeah!” she yelled, “fuck yeah! And her hand left my rod, her other remained firmly in place, massaging my prostate, guiding me through the orgasm like a personal trainer.  Her free hand smeared semen across my chest.  With a faint flicker I hoped she would taste some, but instead she plastered her slimey hand across my face, forcing my face into the pillow.
“What now fucker?  What now? I made you my bitch!”
I couldn’t respond. I was so overcome with the release which was starting to fade now.  I was trying to catch my breath.  I noticed I began to shrink, ever so slightly.  Her hand which was covered in my goo grew ever so slightly against my face.  My anus grew tighter around her fingers.  I squeezed and squeezed, but I could not force them out of me. And in the back of my mind I realized, I had slipped one of my hands through the zip tie behind the bed post.

Immediately I realized I shrank only a few inches.  My tiny body took up such a small part of the bed now.  Angela’s fingers were now much too large for my bum and she graciously slipped them out allowing me some reprieve.  I was just trying to catch my breath at this point. I had cum so furiously from her anal assault that I was really winded.  Angela on the other hand was just fine.

“I can tell that was your first time through the ass.” She mused as she sat up over me.

“No guys lasts longer that 60 seconds on their first time I do that.” She wiped her hand on her boobs.
“oooo, you really did shrink, was that orgasm worth the five inches?” she asked excitedly. “It’s all down hill from here for you.” She added before I could respond.

Five inches per orgasm. I had to stay over six inches and I was currently 2’1”.  I quickly did the math, I could only afford to cum 3 more times and still stay above my target. The way she had just extracted that orgasm from me I didn’t feel very confident I would last the rest of the time.

I kept my hands behind the headboard as though I couldn’t get out. No need to tip my hand yet.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands, my fingers smell like your shit.” She began to get off the bed and stood over me.

“Wanna smell?” she extended her hand.

“Please god no.” I turned my head and she laughed and walked away.  What a disgusting human being, I thought. Sabrina would never treat me like that, she was a pro.  I suddenly realized that I missed her, which was maybe the purpose of Sabrina inviting Angela in the first place.

The bathroom door closed and I squeezed my hand out of the zip tie. I quickly stood up on the bed.  It was trippy, I was still big enough that I could interact with most things in the room.  My massive boner had not stopped, no doubt due to the overdose of Viagra that Angela had slipped me.  It stood about 45 degrees off of my body with a heartbeat of its own, still as thick as my wrist, maybe thicker and from my perspective easily 15 inches.  As scary as it was seeing part of my body so disproportionate to the rest of me, I still had not gotten over the fact that it was deeply erotic.  My greatest weakness magnified to be used against me.  It would certainly tip the scales in Angela’s favor. 

I didn’t stand around long. I doubt she would be long washing her hands.  I sat down on the edge of the bed, my tiny legs dangling over the side and hopped down.  My dick bounced down from the force and I whimpered as a wonderful sensation jolted my hips.  God, this isn’t even close to fair, it didn’t even touch anything.  I was definitely tall enough to reach the door handle still but I knew I’d have to jump for it.  I ran over and had just reached the frame when the bathroom swung open. Oh dang.

“I thought I heard something, Westie!” the curvy giantess beamed from the bathroom.

“Oh no, oh no,” I whined and jumped up to pull down on the handle.  I felt the door open and I pushed off the frame with my foot for a satisfying swing. Angela hadn’t moved from the bathroom, like a cat letting the mouse get a head start, no doubt. I let go and was about to cross the threshold into the house.

“Petrificus totalis!” she exclaimed. Instantly my  whole body went rigid. My eyes wide as my limbs would no longer respond. I felt myself falling backwards, my spine and legs stiff as a board. As I landed on my back my muscles relaxed, though I could no longer use them.  I tried to wiggle my toes or turn over on my stomach, even twist my neck  but it was no use. I couldn’t even scream.  The only thing I could still seemingly control was my  breathing and my eyes.

I heard Angela lumbering over. My head was turned the other way.  I felt her straddle my body, my dick pressed up into my chest in that still unbelievable sensation. Her massive hand pawed at my face and twisted my head up to look at her. She towered over me. I could see her chin rolls from below and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

“Naughty naughty boy! How dare you try to run out on me, just when we’re getting started Westie. Tsk tsk tsk.” And she shook my head side to side with each tsk.

My eyes went wide with shock. “I know, a Harry Potter spell, kind of cool huh? That was my idea, Sabrina did me a favor and programmed your body to respond to it.” She gently began grinding her hips into my rod and I could only lay there while she pounded me with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Unfortunately I can only use it once, but I couldn’t resist when I saw you thinking you might actually get out.” She let go of my head and it once again drifted to the side. “HEY!” She yelled and grabbed my jaw. “Look at me when I’m talking to you bitch!” I closed my eyes in defiance and I felt her let go and my head drifted again so I couldn’t look at her.
“Aw, it’s okay, I guess you can’t help it. Here.” She grabbed a pillow and put it beside my head when she straightened it this time. I kept my eyes closed.

“LOOK AT ME!” she screamed and her thumb and index finger squeezed my dick head painfully.

“UUUUaaaaaahhhh!” I managed a guttural animal sound and my eyes shot wide open from the pain and pleasure.

“you get to watch the show now, pervert.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head.  Now my eyes went wide but for a different reason.  This girl was stacked.  STACKED.  It was a wonder that she was able to fit her boobs in any bra. Even from below I could see a dark line of cleavage going up to her collar bone. Her face barely visible between the twin swells from my perspective. My dick surged beneath her at the sight. She grinned and rocked into me.

“Ohhhhhhh, do you like that baby?” she cooed to me. She got up and my eyes saw her leave my field of view. The next thing I knew she was right in my face. Her eyes were massive and compelling in mascara.  She pressed her nose to mine and then flicked my head to the side with just her nose so I was now facing opposite the pillow. I saw her hand stretched out and holding her phone in a selfie pointed towards us.

In the frame I could see our two profiles: her massive chest pressed up into my twitching cock. Her temple pressed against mine and I could feel the warmth pass between us. The size of her head compared to mine was shocking. My eyes went wide as she rubbed her tits into me. My dick pressed into her sternum and her boobs completely dwarfed me, spilling out onto both sides of my body even though they were still in her bra.

“Smile!” she said cheerily, even though I was incapable. My face looked like a dead fish in the camera; my jaw was slack and my eyes in shock. She began taking pictures. At one point a notification flashed from the top of the screen. I only made out the words “OMG IS HE REAL?” before she flicked it aside with her thumb.

“Oh wait, I’ve been wanting to do this.” She shuffled down my limp body a bit and then I saw her put my head into her lips. I twitched inside her mouth, it was warm and wet. Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked my dick into her mouth and she looked up into the camera. Her eyes big and shiny, her tits practically spilling out covering the rest of me. I could only gasp and stare dumbly at the camera and she took another photo with her plush lips wrapped around my painful and comical erection. Oh god, oh Christ, if I could just cum now and she could swallow it for me. I was about to let it happen when she sloppily pulled my dick out.

“This is unreal, I mean, you’re pretty hung even by normal standards, it looks totally photo shopped, I don’t think anyone on my only fans will even believe me.”

She snapped a few more: licking the side of my head with her massive tongue. Fake biting the side of my head(her mouth was big enough to almost get around the curvature of my head).  One from above my head with my dick barely peeking out of her massive hooters that she showed me. One staring straight at my dick head, her eyes looked hypnotized and drool spilling from the corner of her mouth like it had bewitched her.

All the while I felt her rubbing and squeezing and poking my artificially enhanced member that was more sensitive than ever. I still had no control over the rest of my body this entire time.

“So, the only way to stop the spell is for you to cum.” She explained.  Seriously? How was that even fair?
“I know, I know, it’s kind of a freebie for me. But it only works once.” She was once again on top of me gently grinding into me. My erection was absolutely massive. It felt like a baseball bat getting pushed inbetween us.

“I know you will not sit still for me again so I need to get a good money shot.” She thought out loud. Please let her swallow, please let her swallow.

“Oh, I know!” she hopped off of me and picked me up with a little effort.
“Oh my god, you’re like a fucking rag doll!” I couldn’t even pick up my head to look her in the eyes. Instead my gaze was directed straight down those enourmous bra covered boobs. The black stars tattooed across the surface which only helped to draw the eye even more, not that it was needed.

“Well all of you except this part.” And she lifted me up to her mouth to once again put my rod inside her warm waiting mouth. I could see the black lipstick stains around the head now.

“MMMMMMMMM!” she hummed pleasurably like I was an ice cream bar. My breathing began to speed up.
“Oh no, not like that, you pervert.” She popped me back out.

“This pose was my favorite.” She flung me on the bed pretty rough, I couldn’t even brace for impact which was pretty scary. This girl was so undisciplined and immature, where is Sabrina? But before I could think she was on top of me again. I felt her hand grab my member and slip it in between her boobs. It was so warm and the pressure was amazing.
“oh here, lets prop you up so you can se the show too!” she lifted my head up against a pillow so I could gaze helplessly at my purple head barely poking out of her cleavage. I heard her phone above me as she pressed the record button.
“I’ve got giant ass titties that are all natural, Westie, and you’ve got a magically enchanced cock.  Do you think your magic cock is gonna be able to win against my natural tiddies though?” she mused and pressed her chest against my pelvis so her delicious boobs absolutely smashed into me creating a narcotic high in the back of my head and making my other head completely disappear in between her boobs.

“you’re gonna be even smaller westie.” She began to rub her tits around my cock. “you can’t help but give up your power and your strength, even though you have a magic cock, my boobs are just too strong for you, huh!” I hate to say it but she was actually getting at me.

“Ohhhhhh, does it feel soooo good?” She teased and kept rocking. I felt the waves beginning to build at the base of my rod. “Do my natural G’s make your baby cock behave? I bet you’ve never been with a girl with G’s before. Even if you did, and I really don’t think I guy like you would, they still wouldn’t be as big as my boobs are to you right now, I’m the only one that can do this to you!” My breath was becoming very rapid now. Oh god, not like this, please, my dick was pointed right at my face.

“Do my big goth tiddies make your peen feel sensitive huh?” My eye brows knit together and my eyes rolled back as she rocked me past the point of no return between her unbelievable boobs. I remember my one regret was that I couldn’t rut my hips up into her and make it feel even better.

“EuuuuuuuAAhhhhhhhh!” I moaned like a donkey as the pleasure spiked and send a lighting bolt down my rod into my soul. My first load was completely contained in her rack thank  god, but I knew it wouldn’t last.

“Oooooooh yeah, fuck my titties, fuck my titties!” she squealed and the second shot blasted out of her cleavage and hit me in the chin.
“FUCK MY TITTIES” She yelled and I could do nothing to stop the pleasure from overwhelming me. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sexual euphoria she had forced me to feel. I felt myself shoot off rope after rope and she giggled and squealed. Some hit me in the face. Some went above my head.

Almost immediately I noticed I could kind of move my toes as if they were waking up from having been slept on. The second thing I noticed behind the pleasure was Angela’s huge rack growing around my body as I once again began to shrink.  I could feel her breathing heavily. I guess the rocking back and forth was a little winding for her too. Of course her breath was really nasty, no doubt she had a bad case of gingivitis. God, how could Sabrina do this to me?
I awkwardly lifted my hand up to my face to swat some of my spunk off.

“Ah ah!” she tutted and slapped my hand down painfully. “Not until I get a good cum shot.”
I was too exhausted to fight as I watched her wipe spunk off her phone that must have reached it above my head. Then she held it inches from my face and snapped a few pictures.

“Okay, 10 minute break boy, then you’re gonna make me feel good for a change, got it?” She glared down at me as if I’d done something wrong. 

I nodded pathetically and wiped the side of my head on the duvet.