“Thank you!!!” Jonathan yelled from the porch, waving at the guys on the moving truck. They waved back and drove away, leaving him alone in his house. He just placed his hands on his waist and let out a proud sigh.

Finally, after years of going from one apartment to another, he had made enough money to buy himself a house; on the suburbs, in a modest neighborhood. Things were starting to work well, after going from one part time job to another, he succeeded working on his own. Well, not precisely working, he made his money streaming; he played videogames all day, and sometimes all night; it went from a hobby into a way of living.

At first, he wasn´t so successful, so he needed to have a regular job to maintain some money flow, to eat and pay for a place to live; but now, with all the contributions and donations from his followers, he was able to quit his job, afford a house and, basically, be his own boss. Which is pretty good for someone who´s 26 years old.

At the age of 18 he had been kicked out of his house by his father, who told him that he didn´t wanted to have a lazy ass son who spend all night playing videogames and all day sleeping, that he needed to get a job and find a way to make money. He got into college and drop out because he didn´t believe it was his “thing”, and at that time, well, he didn´t have anything going on actually. All that was the perfect excuse for his father to kick him out and use him as an example for his younger brothers.

Once he was on the street, he swore he´ll never go back to that house, ever, even if he was starving or dying; there was no way on earth he will forgive that man. He would´ve liked for her mother to say something, to show him her support, but she had been long gone. After she gave birth to his youngest brother, she decided she couldn´t take any more of his father´s shit and left them. He was eight years old when that happened.

Ever since, he decided to prove his father wrong, to show him he could thrive doing what he liked. That money will come sooner or later; and now, the time had come. He entered his new house and admired what perseverance and hard work can do, and also being good at videogames. He went into his room and started settling his “working station”.

Thru the years he had managed to make enough money to start investing on his gamer career. He started from scratch, but now, he had two huge monitors, the best CPU he could found on the market, a couple of controllers, and a key board and mouse with LEDs; all over a fancy desk with its ergonomic gaming chair. He couldn´t help but smile every time he saw it. Now, it was time to install everything.

“Ok, where did I put the box with the cables?” he wondered, when suddenly.

*Ding dong*

It was his doorbell, someone was outside. “Who could it be?” he asked himself. “Maybe the moving guys forgot to leave something…nah, I´m pretty sure everything´s here…let´s check” he said as he was heading downstairs towards the door. Coming down the stairs and passing between all the boxes and furniture that wasn´t unpacked yet. None of his friends could be at the door since he hasn´t give the address to any of them.

He grabbed the door knob and started turning it, although he forgot to look thru the peephole. But why getting worried, no robber will ring the bell. He opened the door slowly, little by little the light from the outside burst into his house, it was shadowy inside since he had not turn on any lights, except for the one on his bedroom. When the door was completely opened, he was staggered by the person who was standing there.

It was a woman, maybe on her late thirties or early forties, she had long wavy hair, with a golden-brown shade. But that wasn´t what caught his attention. What let him speechless was the fact that she was an Amazon, clearly, she was over six feet tall, maybe 6´3” or 6´4”? He wasn’t sure.

Jonathan was not a tall guy, he was about 5´9” with a slim complexion, but this woman, she was huge. Asides of standing so tall, she also had a huge pair of boobs; he tried not to stare at them, so he took a fast peek. They seemed enormous, for sure they were bigger than a melon. But he had to keep it together, he had to say something before she found out he was dumbfounded, so he said what everyone would and could´ve said: “Hi”.

“Hi there…” she replied with a big smile, she was really beautiful, “I´m Lillian Bressett, your neighbor…I saw you just moved in, so I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” She smiled cheerfully at him.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Jonathan… Jonathan Feyder” His eyes were even with her collar bone, he tried not to make it to obvious, so he gulped in a soft discrete way. He knew he wasn´t the tallest guy, but he wasn´t expecting to meet a statuesque woman.

“I live right next door…” she said pointing at the house to the left, “if you need a cup of sugar or maybe you´d like to take a cup of coffee, you know where to find me” she said winking at him.

She seemed friendly, a really nice woman, and even if she was older than him, she seemed young, at least for her age. He just smiled and replied: “Well, thank you…same for you, anything you need, do not hesitate to knock on my door.”

“Thank you! So, are you new in town or?” she asked curiously.

“Well, not exactly, I used to live on the south side of the city, in a remote area actually.” He forced his eyes to keep straight into her face, he only wanted to ogle at her breasts, and given the height difference, they were very close to his face.

“Oh wow, that´s interesting, I´ve never been there before, I guess it must be a really nice place” she replied.

“Weeeell…” he said as he scratched the back of his head, “it´s actually, uhmm, it´s not that much of a nice place to be honest, that´s why I moved here, it seems as a calmed neighborhood.” He replied taking a peek of the street.

“Yes, it is, in my opinion, this is the best place to live in.” she seemed eager to talk, and he was trying to unpack everything and chill playing some online videogames. He didn´t want to be rude but, well, this was more than just introducing herself and welcoming him. In a way, it seemed as if she was looking for a longer conversation.

He just smiled and nodded, and then he said: “Yeah, I can see that, I´m really excited to live here, but before, I´ve got to unpack everything… I mean, it´s not a ton of stuff, but I need to install my PC and everything.” He tried to indirectly tell her she needed to leave, not that he wanted, her body had a very curvaceous silhouette, but he had things to do.

“Oh sorry, I must´ve known you still had things to unpack, I guess I got a little carried away, sometimes I just start talking and talking, haha… I´ll leave you so that you can get busy…” she started to walk away, and when she turned, he couldn´t help but to fix his look into her butt.

It was so round and ample, his mouth watered as he saw it sway from side to side. She was wearing a pair of tight yoga pants, that only accentuated her derriere´s features. He lowered his gaze to check on her legs. Just as expected, they were long and thick, she had really thick thighs that stretched the fabric of her clothes, in a very sensual way. Her calves seemed thick and strong, as they flexed with each step.

He wasn´t sure if it was right to stare at her so much, or if she may notice, but there didn´t seem to be anyone else, so why not? He turned to look at her face, so that she didn´t notice, and waved at her, she waved back. As she walked away, the only thing he had on his mind was:

“Oh fuck, she´s just, so tall… I mean, she´s huge, and she´s just… just so hot! Thick in all the right places. Older women always seem curvier than most younger women, but she…oh boy, she carries everything just where she should.” He couldn´t deny it, he was starting to get aroused, he felt how his cock was getting hard on his pants, so he stepped inside his house.

As he was setting up his computer, he couldn´t stop thinking about her. He wasn´t expecting to have such a voluptuous and beautiful woman as a neighbor. If it wasn´t enough that her body was so hot that it provoked his sexual desires, her face was as pretty as an angel´s face. Bright blue eyes, a smooth face where you couldn´t see a single wrinkle, and red thick lips.

But her body, he couldn´t help but to imagine how her ass wiggled with every stride she took. Her thick thighs swelling to each side, and her boobs, round mounds of soft flesh. He was hard on his pants and blushing by the mere fact of picturing it. But he couldn´t help it. She had such a maternal shape; not that he´s particularly attracted to older woman, it´s just that her shape is different, wider, larger, and carrying a more substantial amount of flesh. 

He wasn´t sure if she noticed she was so attractive, but who wouldn´t. Such a tall voluptuous woman can´t go by without being noticed. He wondered how her husband looked like. Maybe he´s an even taller muscular man who´ll shred him into pieces if he catches him staring at his wife. That´s if she´s married, otherwise…

He blinked a couple times; he was overthinking it all. He needed to get some distraction, so he finished connecting everything and headed to the backyard. Some fresh air and watching the sunset will be good to forget about his previous visit. If not forgetting it, at least fixing his attention into something else. He went downstairs, drank a glass of water, and when he watched thru the window. The sky was full of stars.

“Oh man, it´s night already?” he checked and in fact, it was 8:03 pm, the sun had been long gone a while ago. He spent his whole evening arranging everything and settling his “work station”. He turned on the light on the backyard and stepped out of the house.

The house was big enough for a single man, and the backyard, well, it was big enough too, not to big and not too small. Enough space one needs, the only thing there was a bunch of grass, moaned of course, but still, not a single flower or bush. “Ok, I could plant a tree over there…” he thought, “and maybe put a grill over here, a table, some chairs…” he earned enough money to buy himself a thing or two, maybe he could invite his new neighbors every other weekend.

“And maybe… she´ll come…” he thought turning his gaze at Miss Bressett´s house. He tried to focus his attention on something else, but it seems it was impossible. He turned to her house, for his surprise, the blind on the window facing his house was opened. The light was on too. He couldn´t help but stare at it for a moment, thinking that she may show up within a moment. And she did.

To his surprise, she showed up right in front of the window. He was surprised by his so asserted guess. He approached to the wood fence, and decided to spy on her for a moment; making sure that there was no one watching. She fixed her hair into a ponytail. Removed all of her jewelry and then…then she started unbuttoning her blouse.

His eyes opened widely as she one by one started removing all of them. Then, she removed her blouse, exposing more and more of her cleavage. He was getting hard on his pants as she took the blouse off and stood there, only wearing her bra. Her boobs were enormous, compressed inside the tight fabric of her bra. He was breathing forcibly as he craved for her to remove the bra too. A part of him also feared that she could see him there, he was new and already ogling at her.

He turned every now and then to check if someone was watching, but once again, no one showed up. He was curious about why he, and her, seemed to be the only two people around. No one even checked when they were taking all his stuff from the truck into his house. But it doesn´t matter, in fact, it´s better this way. That way, Miss Bressett´s displaying a show only for him.

She stood there for a while. He was sure that there was a mirror right in front of her because her gaze was always focused on the same spot. She leaned forward, like placing her hands on a bureau, maybe she was in front of the make-up table, who knows. He felt really odd standing there, he knew it wasn´t right, but he couldn´t help it.

Then, it happened, both of her hands reached behind her back and with a single movement of her shoulders, she undid her bra. He was elated by it. “YES! YES!” he was thinking, now, he was going to be able to have a look of her breasts. He wondered how her nipples will look, maybe dark colored, big hard nipples, small nipples, he wasn´t sure. But then, she walked away. “No! no no no no…” the only thing he wanted to see, and now she was gone.

He turned, placing his back on the fence and crossed his arms. He was disappointed, but what could he expect? He was spying on her neighbor, it wasn´t a paid show. It was something that just happened. Maybe she was used to not having anyone living next door. Maybe she didn´t mind, or maybe… ”Could it be that…she saw me?” He thought.

He was sure that no other person saw him, and she never, not even once, turned into his direction while she was there. But he was afraid that, while he checked not being spied on, she could turn and see him. The light on his backyard was on, and the house was not that far. She could´ve catch him in every second.

“Oh my, she was so nice earlier, it´ll be a shame if she thinks of me as a creep…shit!” it was not something nice to gawk at the only woman who came into his porch and welcome him to the neighborhood. But he did. He was embarrassed, he returned inside and fix himself some dinner.

“Maybe I could play videogames, to distract myself” he thought. It wasn´t such a bad idea, play for a while, focus his mind into something else. So, he did, he played, and played, and played. He wasn´t sure for how long, but it had been a while. But there was something else, every now and then, he couldn´t help but to imagine her, removing her blouse, undoing her bra, so close to exhibit her luscious breasts.

He was very distracted, so he lost a couple of times for not being focused enough. He needed to forget it. Why was he so attracted by her? Was it her size? Her body? The fact that she came all the way there to greet him? Maybe it was something else, or all of them, he didn´t know. While he tried to find an answer, an hour went by, then another and another. Then he was tired.

He had been playing for a while now, he even lost track of time. “Maybe it´s a good time to turn it off and get to sleep” he thought rubbing his eyes, he was tired. He went to the kitchen to grab a midnight snack, but, to his surprise, it wasn´t midnight, not even close. “What the…” he thought as he saw the watch on the microwave. It was already five in the morning.

“Come on, I couldn´t spend so much time…” his eyebrows rose as he checked on his phone, only to prove that it was already 5:23 am. “Fuck” he thought, but he didn´t mind about it, he´ll sleep the whole day and wake up by noon. He only stepped out on the porch to check on his new neighborhood. And once he was out, to his surprise, he met someone.

“Oh hi! Good morning…” said a voice coming from his right side, it was miss Bressett, she was jogging, wearing some sports clothes. Needless to say, they were really tight. He waved at her but, as she came jogging thru the sidewalk, he couldn´t help but to stare at her boobs, how her flesh just bounced up and down, he swallowed hard.

Now, she was stepping closer and closer, jogging towards his direction. He was stunned, she was coming towards him, he couldn´t avoid staring at her lower body as she ran. How her hips and thighs simply sway freely in the air. The heavy mass of her legs bouncing with each step she took. He was so tired, so sleepy that he didn´t even notice he was staring at her so directly. By the time he did, she was already six or seven feet away from her.

Then, he came back to reality. “Fuck, focus man, focus!” he thought as she approached to his porch, slowing down her steps, preparing to stop, which only made her breasts bounce with even more force. He felt his cock rising on his pants as he witnessed this erotic display. Inside his head, he could see her running in slow motion, her breasts bouncing up and down, fluttering while they fell and pushing the fabric of her clothes up as they rebounded.

“Hello there, I didn´t knew you were a morning person too, are you getting ready for a morning jog as well? Or maybe some yoga?” she said cheerfully, he obviously wasn´t going to do that, if someone paid close attention, you could notice that the clothes he was wearing were the same he had when she met him yesterday, still, it was a normal question.

Jonathan returned to his senses as he heard her and, in a sudden and nervous way, he said: “Oh I, well… you know…” he didn´t want to confess he had spent his whole night playing videogames in his computer, but he didn´t want to lie and say he was going for a run or something, he simply said:

“You know, sometimes… I just like to wake up and watch the sunrise…it´s so calming, the beginning of a brand-new day…” he said as he thought: “OH FUCK! That sounded soooo deep, definitely something she can believe, but I know that as soon as I finish with this microwave burrito, I´m heading to sleep”.

“Awww, what a beautiful thought” she replied with a tender tone, placing her hands on her chest, right in front of her heart, “I wasn´t sure you were a morning person, you know, boys your age often stay up all night and sleep thru the day”.

“Haha, well, it´s normal” he replied knowing he was one of those.

“But I definitely get it, you know, I wake up really early too, well… at least nowadays. And I´m able to watch how the sun rises in the sky…” she said.

“So, you wake up early for a morning run?” Jonathan asked as he leaned forward, he felt a little less aroused now, and more conscious about where he was looking.

“Yup, that´s right, I´m trying to get rid of all this extra weight” she said as she turned to the side and smacked one of her butt cheeks.

That had two effects, the first one, the force she applied made her butt shake, in a sensuous and slow way; even erotically. And the other, it only made Jonathan focus all of his attention on the way her ass sway inside the tight spandex of her pants. He swallowed, feeling how his penis started rising inside his shorts.

“Oops, sorry for that hehe, I guess I got a little carried away” Lillian said smiling as she returned to her original position.

 “Oh no, it´s uhm, it´s ok, you don´t need to apologize” he said, wondering how would it be if she just took those pants off and did the same on her bare butt. But that was just a fantasy inside his mind.

“Anyways, I better get going…” she said looking at her watch, “I´m only half way done, I better get back on track, see ya…neighbor” she said with a slow wink, and a sort of flirty look in her eyes. And then she left, jogging, her ass just sway from side to side.

Jonathan had a hard time trying not to stare at her as she left, then, before returning back inside and heading to bed, something crossed his mind, maybe something absurd, but still, he thought:

“Hold on, was that like a…tease? Could she notice I was looking at her while she came here? Nah, I mean, why would she focus on me… besides, there´s no chance a woman like her would like to be with a guy like me, who barely makes it passed her shoulder.” Maybe he was just letting himself go into another of his fantasies, or maybe, there was a chance that she was into him.

Just as planned, the second his head touched his pillow, he drifted into a deep sleep, like usual. Only that this time, he had a dream, and a certain someone was on it.

It could´ve been nine or ten in the morning by now, he was laying face up on his bed, getting into the REM phase of his sleep, and that´s when it happened. The darkness inside his head started taking form, shapes started coming out of nowhere, colors, and then, it was as clear as any other day.

Jonathan was just standing there, in some place that was not his house, or any other apartment he has had or been into; he was in the kitchen of some house, not a so familiar one. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him saying:

“Jonathan, honey, where are you?” said the voice.

It was definitely Miss Bresset´s voice, but… could this be her house? Was he actually inside her house? Everything seemed so realistic, as if this was actually happening and not any other dream, he could´ve swore that if he stretched, he could grab one of the apples on the fruit platter. Then, he heard steps, getting closer and louder.

Steps that could only be from a taller person, bigger and with a lot more weight than him. The steps were getting closer.

*stomp* *stomp* STOMP* *STOMP!*

He turned and was able to see a long shadow being drawn on the floor, right in front of his feet, and as the footsteps got closer, the shadow started growing, covering him more and more. It passed his knees, passed his waist, then, passed his shoulder!

Once his face was completely covered in shades, she showed up. Rising high, almost touching the ceiling, Miss Bresset appeared, only that this time, she was taller. He was sure that the first time they met, his eyes were looking directly into her collar bone, but now, his head didn´t even reach past her navel.

She was wearing a blouse, her hair seemed curlier, stylized, as if she had just come from the salon. But that´s not what his attention was focused on. He couldn´t believe what he was seeing, she was immense. For sure, she was the biggest woman he had ever seen. She stepped closer and closer, until he was barely able to see her face, being obstructed by her now humongous breast.

Together with her height, all of her proportions were larger too. Her breasts were bigger and rounder. Her hips were wider, and her thighs were trying to swell out of the tight fabric of her pants. He couldn´t move, he just stared at the impossibly gigantic woman standing right in front of him.

“What´s the matter honey? Are you scared?” she asked leaning closer and picking his chin with her huge fingers.

“It´s ok, don´t be afraid, I´m not going to hurt you… but” she said sensually as her arms reached for him.

He tried to turn, to move, scape from this huge woman, but it was too late. Her arms were already grabbing him by the sides. Slowly, she was picking him up, lifting him in the air.

He kicked, trying to run, but it was useless, she had him.

“Come on, don´t try to go honey, trust me, you´re going to like this” she said as she brought him closer and closer to her. She was picking him from underneath his armpits, so effortlessly, so easy, as if he weighted nothing, and then, his face was less than an inch away from hers.

Her eyes had caught all of his attention, he wasn´t trying to escape now, he just let her have her way with him. She smiled at him and then started to make out with him.

He could feel how her huge tongue came inside his mouth as she ferociously kissed him. It was so erotic, how easily she was manhandling him, and he just let it be, without protesting, without saying a thing. At this point, it will be easy to let go and just enjoy it.

Then, an idea came to his mind, he tried to reach for her now enormous breasts, so big, so round, he wanted to bury his fingers into her flesh, feel her soft bosom. He stretched, aiming for her left boob, but then…he woke up.

“W-whaa… what´s… was that a dream?” he thought as he woke up. The scenario in which he was before had now vanished, in reality, he was laying in bed on his new house. He rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn.

“Oh man, that was a dream” he said as he turned, but then, he felt something in his crotch…he looked and found a wet stain on it.

“Well, I guess it was THAT kind of dream” he has had just a few wet dreams, but this one, it felt so real, so erotic, even if he couldn´t actually feel a thing, it was all so real. It was worth having to change his pants… or even better, taking a shower.

He got up and picked up some clothes before getting inside the bathroom. He could feel how his cock was a bit hard on his pants. It was incredible how a little tease from her could drive him to have such kind of dreams. It wasn´t the first time this had happen, but it certainly was the first time that it happened with someone he knew. He felt some shame, given the fact that she had just been nice to him, greeting him, trying to make him feel welcome.

“Fuck, does that make me a bad person, well… more like a horny person…” he thought as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

“Come on…” he said as he watched himself in the mirror, “I mean, she´s an older woman, and maybe for quite a bit…” it was true, he wasn´t sure how old she exactly was, but if you looked at them together, it was easy to tell who was the older one.

“But still, I mean, she doesn´t seem so old.” he tried to convince himself that she may not be as old as he thinks, besides, she certainly looks young for her age. Not a single grey on her hair, no wrinkles on her face. And her skin was as clear and smooth as someone his own age, with no signs of age marks on her. She seemed very active and full of energy.

“Ok man, think straight…” he told himself, “Even if she likes to work out and takes care of herself, there´s still two things to have in mind… she may be married, and… I mean, there´s no chance something like…” and then he remembered the dream he had, if she wasn´t as tall as she was on his dream, there was something else that couldn´t happen, at least in normal life, “ehem…” he tried to compose himself as he thought of her, squeezing her tongue in his mouth, how she easily took control of him and took him in her hands, passionately making out with him.

Jonathan started to blush with such ideas, so he got into the shower, a cold shower, to cool all of these ideas out of him. And it worked, he got out of there, as calmed as always, dried himself with the towel and then got changed. He laid on bed, checking on his phone, just reading one another post on his social media. He wasn´t planning on doing anything in particular, he was free until Friday, when he´ll live stream a game, some simple game, but most of his fans asked him to play it, enough to convince him. He had already watched some other guys playing, and he had practiced as well, easy peasy for someone “gifted” like him, there was no game in which he couldn´t do great.

Then, his stomach started to rumble, which means, it was time for lunch; or breakfast in his case. Jonathan went down to the kitchen, he knew there wasn´t much there to eat, he had just moved in and hasn´t gone to the store to buy some groceries. He arrived and started searching for something. He ate his last microwave burrito yesterday, so his usual choice wasn´t an option. He searched for a while, the fridge was empty, except for a gallon of water and some butter.

He gave it some thought, but in the end, and given the fact that there was nothing else, not even fruit, he grabbed some bread and started preparing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He placed both pieces of bread on a plate, grabbed a butter knife, opened both jars and began with it. He spread the peanut butter and jelly on separate pieces of bread. Then he joined them and started eating.

“I know this isn´t much, but it´ll have to do, maybe I can go to the store later…I wonder where´s the bus stop?” he had no car, yet, he saved the most of his money for the house, and what he spent, he invested on his gamer career, other than food and rent. He sat on the couch and started ingesting his meal, more like a snack, but it was enough. Bite by bite he ate it all and sank on the couch, a pretty comfortable one by the way. Even if it was not such a nutritious meal, at least for someone in his mid-20s, it was enough to calm his hunger.

“I´m definitely heading to the store now, I need to have a more balanced diet…I´m starting to get sick of TV dinners.” he could cook, he wasn´t the best on it, but he managed to have everything done. But usually, which happens very often to be honest, he was really lazy when it came to it, he would rather just put something into the microwave, maybe open a can or two and fix himself something fast and easy. Or make himself a regular sandwich. He didn´t dedicate much time to cooking, other than that, he invested his time playing video games, on his phone, his computer, or a console he has.

“Ok…” he said after he rested on the couch for a while, “it´s time to finish unpacking.” He had unpacked most of his stuff yesterday, but only the most important things. He still had a box or two full of random things. Such as figures and some ornaments. He took the first box upstairs and opened inside his room, the content of it was mostly anime figures and other collectables.  He placed some of them on the shelves, a few on his desk, and then placed the rest where they fitted. All but one, his favorite one, it was a figure of the main character of his favorite anime series; a figure with his back arched and holding a sword on each hand, as if he was prepared to attack.

“I need a special place for this one…” he said, and then…

*ding* *dong* *ding* *dong*

He turned, he knew it was his doorbell, but he wasn´t used to it yet. His face showed a confused expression, who could it be? Maybe some other neighbor? There was a good chance for it. He smiled and went down stairs, it´ll be nice to meet new people, he didn´t mind if they came all the way to his hose to greet him, but he was shy enough not to knock on their doors, he didn´t want to bother.

He came down the stairs and opened the door as he said: “HI!” with an excited and energic tone.

“Well, hello there” it was Miss Bresset, again. He didn´t mind, he just smiled, but he wasn´t sure why she had come, none of his previous neighbors came to visit him twice in a day, but maybe she needed something, or some help with something.

She was not an unpleasant visit, on the contrary, he liked her, well, liked to talk with her, she was nice and polite, and also, she had an extremely attractive body. He fought not to ogle at her body, her huge breasts or her tremendous thighs. She really was a turn on for him. And then, he remembered her morning visit, how her body moves so smoothly with her every step, the way her boobs bounced, how her ass sway… but he had to ignore that, try to forget it, or else, he will receive his neighbor with a hard on.

“Hello Miss Bresset, is there something I can help you with?” he asked politely, blinking a little too much, forcing his eyes at her face and not her body. He wasn´t sure how she´ll react if she noticed him taking a glance of her body in a luscious way. It was not a good idea to have a woman way taller than you getting mad, for sure, she also overweighted him.

“Oh please, don´t call me that way, you´re going to make me feel old… you can call me Lillian, I don´t mind” she said smiling at him.

“Oh, ehm, sure, so… Lillian, what can I do for you?” he asked, feeling a little odd to call her that way. He was used to call older people in a more formal way, but if she didn´t like it, well, he could work with it.

“Come on, why do I have to need something to come and visit you?” she asked as her eyes turned down and were now staring at his waist level, her expression turned into one of wonder as she did.

Jonathan started to worry, what could she be looking at? Was he showing a big tent on his pants without noticing, he tried to move, speak, but he couldn´t; he tried to think of a way to apologize, figure out what to say, when she suddenly said:

“Well, I didn´t knew you still liked to play with toys…” she said as he turned and saw that he was still holding his collectable figure, he didn´t notice he came downstairs holding it, but who cares.

“Oh yeah, well… it´s not a toy, you know, it´s a collectable figure from…” and then she cut him off.

“Haha, it´s ok honey, you don´t have to be ashamed, I think it´s completely healthy for someone your age to still play with his toys if you ask me…” she said as she leaned closer, with her boob flesh moving smoothly as she did, it seemed as if it was hanging inside her blouse, and then she continued: “I think it´s completely adorable” she said with a wink on her right eye.

“Oookay…” he replied, he wasn´t sure what to say, but… why did she called him adorable? Maybe handsome was a better term for a man his age, but adorable?

“Anyways…” she said as she rose to her full height, making Jonathan´s eyes follow her way above him, “I came here because I wanted to ask you something… well, it´s more like an invitation, so, I made a little extra food without noticing. You see, I was following this recipe tutorial I found online, and I didn´t read that it was good for two or three people…I don´t think I´ll be able to finish it all up, that´s why I came here to invite you” she said with a certain glow on her eyes. It was more than obvious where she was going with all this.

“I know that by now you may already have something prepared, or at least half done, but I was wondering, if you´d like to join me for lunch, would you?” she asked, he had already eaten a sandwich, but it wasn´t much, he just laughed inside as he heard her say he already had something prepared, it felt good that she thought of him as a responsible young man, but he wasn´t. Besides, a good meal didn´t sound that bad.

“Well, you know, I haven´t had lunch yet…and I´d really love to join you for lunch, I mean…if you´re ok with it” he said a little shy at last.

“Of course not, don´t be silly, that´s why I came here, besides, that way we can get to know each other some more, you know, get to know your neighbor.” she said with a proud tone, as her hands met in front of her navel, involuntarily squeezing her breasts together. He wasn´t sure if she noticed, but he certainly did.

“Lunch will be served around three, ok?” she continued, he was watching how her mouth moved, but during all that time, he couldn´t hear the words that came from it, he was lost in his thoughts, wondering if, by any chance no matter how small it was, she was in some way flirting with him.

It was a valid thought, or maybe a fantasy, she had come to visit him very often, inviting him for lunch may be just another way to ask for an evening sex… or it´s just lunch. He couldn´t tell, he had been invited to have lunch, dinner, breakfast, even brunch quite a few times; but never before he had been invited by such an outstanding woman, she was tall, pretty and overall, her body was so thick, so plumply erotic in all the right places. He started thinking that getting laid with an older woman wouldn´t be such a bad idea, maybe fornicating with a mature woman will be a nice experience.

He stood there for a couple minutes, just watching her mouth move and her hands gesturing every now and then. “…so, are you ok with that?” she asked, he wasn´t paying any attention to what she just said, for a full five to ten minutes he had been day dreaming about what it´ll be to have intimacy with her, so he forgot to listen. The last thing he remembers was something about three, but what was it?

“Sorry, I got lost for a moment, can you repeat what you just say?” he said in a lossy way.

“Awww, how cute, I think someone wasn´t paying attention” she said with a sarcastic but sweet tone. “I wanted to know if you´re not allergic to peanuts honey, cause there´s also a cake on the oven, just waiting for the two of us…” cool, she was just asking about trivial stuff, a very considerate detail to have in mind if he won´t get food poisoned.

“Oh no, not at all, I´m not allergic to any food, don´t worry” he said with some relieve. But still, he could feel how his member was starting to rise in his pants. He couldn´t help it, she was just…too much. He was not into tall women, he´d rather be the taller one in the relationship, but her, Lillian, she was just, well, gorgeous. Long thick legs holding up a thick pair of cheeks, so round and fleshy, over that, a huge rack of tits bouncing free with her every moves. And above all, a pretty face, that seemed young and fresh. He just couldn´t help it, it was impossible for him not to get aroused by this woman. No matter if the top of his head didn´t even reached her mouth.

“It´s settled then, I´ll see you mister at three, and I hope you´re punctual” she said with some authority, in a playful tone, but still, he could tell she meant it.

“Ok, see you there, and thanks for the invitation!” he said as he waved at her. He decided to enter immediately and not stare at her by the door. Watching her buttocks sway as she walked thru the sidewalk will make him burst inside his pants.

“Ok, just keep it cool, she just invited you to her house, nothing out of normal…oh man, am I supposed to bring something with me?” leaving aside the fact that being in her house, watching her all the time while he thought about how smooth her touch will feel, or how fleshy her body was, how thick and…he tried to ignore those thoughts, but still, the etiquette rules are still the same. It´s not appropriate to visit someone with your hands empty, much less of she invited you to have lunch.

“There´s nothing here” he said as he opened the fridge. There was not something he could take, not even a snack or soda, his fridge, the cupboard, everywhere was empty; basically, the only thing he could take with him to share will be white bread, and maybe some canned cheese.

“Maybe I could rush to the…” he had the idea to go to the store and buy something, but there was no time, that possibility vanished as he noticed the time it was, 2:23 pm, he wasn´t sure if he´ll be able to make it on time, so he decided to wait. Stay there and make some time, maybe she wouldn´t mind; she even said that there was plenty of food, so why bothering in carrying even more.

“Find, I´ll stay here and wait… maybe, I should change clothes” he thought realizing that he was just wearing a plain shirt, some loose pants and no shoes.

“I´ll change myself into something more…casual, and then I´ll head over there” he said as he started heading upstairs, but he was still wondering, was she married? Could this only be a random invitation? There shouldn´t be a reason behind it, just a neighbor being friendly… but what if there was something else?

He changed himself into something more “formal”, a pair of clean jeans, a casual pair of sneackers, and a plain shirt, nothing too formal, overall, it´s just a casual invitation to have lunch at her house, nothing like some formal dinner or anything like that. He checked the time, and ten to three, he decided to leave, the house was next door so he wouldn´t take more than a minute or two to get there.

He stepped out of his house, locked the door and started walking thru the sidewalk. Trying to be there on time, not that he cared much about it, normally, if lunch was at three, he´d be there by ten or a quarter passed three, he wasn´t much of a punctual guy. But he remembered that she asked him to be there on time.

He wasn´t sure if it was because she asked or the way she did, but he felt as if he needed to listen to her. In a way, the height difference made it look as, even if she didn´t meant it or said it with that tone, it seemed like an order. Not a stern order, more like an instruction he must follow. Watching how she loomed above him just made him feel as if he needed to do what she said. In a way, she was imposing, asides of calling for his lust every time she showed up.

He was standing right in front of her house, still on the sidewalk, separated only by the length if her garden, a very green one by the way. He wasn´t sure if he needed to arrive so early, three o´clock was still eight minutes away. Could it be considered rude if he arrived earlier? Could it be like saying, I´m here, it´s time to eat? He was overthinking the whole thing but, whenever things came about her, he couldn´t think straight.

He decided to continue, ignoring his exaggerate thoughts. He stepped right in front of the door and rang the bell. He stood there for a couple seconds before Lillian opened the door. And when she did, he found himself once again in awestruck. She was simply too much. Every time he saw her, he forgot how tall she was.

Every time he thought he was used to her height, he only found out that he still had to crane his neck a little more than he was prepared to. But he didn´t mind her height, on the contrary, it was another of her good qualities. It made her stand out from other people he had met. The taller she is, the longer her legs, he thought.

Deep inside, he knew that he was more into taller women. But, at 5´9”, his chances to date a woman over 5´7” were really low. He liked woman´s long legs, between many other things. But he´d rather date a woman more “up to his height”, he knew he couldn´t date a woman so tall, that´s why he was impressed that a woman over six foot tall invited him for lunch. Even more, he was impressed by the fact that she was simply paying attention to him.

“Hello there… come in, lunch´s almost ready…” she said, he stepped in as she said and smiled at her. He liked the way she always seemed to be happy, smiling every time they met.

He sat on the dining table and waited there for the food to be served. He offered to help her, but she declined his offer with a smile. A couple minutes later she went back, carrying two big plates full of food. She placed one of them in front of him and the other one in the other end of the table for her.

Jonathan was impressed by how delicious the food smelled, and not only that, it looked fantastic too. The only thing was that, well…it was a lot. He saw how she had the exact same amount of food served on her plate, but she was a large woman. And she also worked out. She could eat way more than he did. He started eating, enjoying every bite of it, but it was way too much. He didn´t eat quite much, normally a sandwich or whatever would do for lunch; the food served on his plate was the equivalent to the food he ate on lunch, diner, and maybe more.

She was done before he could even finish half of what was served. “What´s the matter? Aren´t you hungry sweetheart?” she asked.

“Oh well, I…I´m just not used to eat this much” he replied with a demure smile.

“Oh my, I´m sorry honey, sometimes I forget not all of us eat the same…why don´t you leave your plate as it is so that I can bring dessert?” he was full, beyond that, so he wasn´t sure if eating something else was such a great idea. But he didn´t want to say it, she had taken the time to cook and invite him, and he also liked sweet things.

“Oh, uhmmm…ok, b-but, not too much…please” he replied.

She stood up, picked both of their plates and said, as she caressed his hair, “Of course sweetheart, I´ll be back in a minute…” then she left.

He just laid back on his chair, letting out a sigh of relieve. He was more than sure that if he ate all that, he would´ve exploded, or at least vomited. The food was delicious, the best he has had in years, but it was way too much.

“Oh man, I can´t believe she served me all that…and to think that she did eat all on her plate. She´s not only big, she also has a big appetite, I should keep that in mind just in case I invite her to my place…but still…” he thought, and then his face turned into one with an idiotic expression as he remembered…

When she first sat, she accommodated her chair, the movement was so that it made her round bosom bounce in the air, her boobs squeezed together for a second and then fell back to their original position. And when she stretched to grab something from the middle of the table, he could see have a better look of her breasts thru the window of her blouse, how the heavy yet soft flesh just fell and threatened to touch her plate, but she was tall enough to avoid that.

But he couldn´t help to get excited by the view he had just been given, he got hard at that second, lucky for him, she couldn´t see his penis below the table. Then, she came back, he snatched himself out of those fantasies as she heard her steps getting closer. He accommodated himself, sitting straight and close to the table to hide his still visible erection.

“I hope you like chocolate cake…and to drink, a big glass of milk…” he did like chocolate, a lot, the second she placed the slide in front of him, his mouth began to water; it looked so moisty, so sugary, the slice was still a little too big, but when he took the first piece in, it was really tasty.

He saw her plate, which had a slice that was at least three times bigger than his. But she wasn´t drinking milk. With a cake so sweet a glass of milk will help you pass it all down. So, he asked: “You´re not having milk?”

“Oh no, there´s not enough for both of us, haha, I guess I used more than I thought for the cake” she replied.

“Uhmm, well, you can have mine if you like, I don´t wanna just take it from you” he said.

“Oh no no no no, it´s ok dear, I´ve already had some this morning, that one´s just for you…besides, I´ll be buying some more later at the store.” He thanked her for her hospitality and decided to keep it, needless to say, when she said it was a big glass, she wasn´t lying, the glass was huge.

He wondered why she didn´t pour the milk on two smaller glasses, but he thought it´ll be rude to ask, so he started drinking. He could barely hold the glass with one hand. But when the milk touched his tongue, it was tasty, beyond tasty.

It was sweet, creamy, not like any other milk he has had. He just drank and drank, when he put the glass back on the table, half of the milk was gone. He was surprised to see how much he had drunk.

“I can see you liked the milk” Lillian said.

“Oh yes, it´s…it´s really delicious, where did you buy it?” he asked.

“I bought it on…” she paused for a second, “on the store, I reeeally like that brand, it´s more…nutritious.” She replied.

“I better visit the store to buy some, I really loved it” she smiled affectionately when he said those words. “I guess I can take the bus…sorry, which store is it? And also, what´s the bran…” then she cut him out.

“I can drive you” she replied, he just blinked a couple times, she said it fast, maybe sounding a little too eager.

“I wouldn’t like to bother, I can go on my own, I just…” then she interrupted him once again.

“Don´t worry, I need to go either way, you´re not bothering at all…besides, I would enjoy your company” by the way she smiled, he could tell she liked to have him close, but she was one of those people who always seem happy, so he wasn´t sure. But she meant nothing bad by driving him there. Maybe she felt lonely…but he didn´t know anything about her, this will be a good time to get to know her…for research purposes of course, not that he likes to ogle at her.

“Thank you, I guess we could go together…” he replied, feeling shy for some reason. She just held her hands tight next to her face, loving the idea, giving him a pleased smile. Then, he decided to ask her something, start a conversation, so that they could get to know each other better. Just whatever random question.

One thing led to another and they ended up talking and talking for a while. They talked about their lives, what they did for a living, some hobbies and so on. With that, he found out more details about her. Questions he had were answered.

She worked from home too, but she made her money with trading, she said she liked it, working at her own rhythm, not spending the whole day working; he understood where she was going, because he did the same, but with videogames. Also, he found out she lived on her own, but because she was a widow. She was married, but her husband passed out a couple years ago, and she was really depressed about it.

He could see how a tear ran thru her cheek as she talked about it, so he decided to comfort her, he tried to be as empathetic as he could. She smiled at the fact that he was trying, ever since, she had not interacted that much with other people. She just encaged herself in the house after the funeral, and came out only for the most essential things.

He talked to her about his situation too, how he was kicked out of his house, what his goals were and how he was able to finally reach them. He felt proud about it. And she seemed to like to hear it. After a while, they were done talking and stepped out of the house and headed to the store. She locked her door as she held her purse on the other hand. Then, they hoped inside the car.

She had a huge pick-up truck, which is not hard to guess, a tall woman like her needs some extra room for her long legs. He was impressed by the fact that he didn´t notice the car before. He fastened his sit belt and then, he felt Lillian´s hand on his head, he froze there for a second before she spoke.

“I really don´t get it honey, why would someone kick such a fine young man out of his own house just like that…you poor thing” she cooed, they talked about it a while ago, but it seems as if she just wasn´t over it.

“It´s no big deal, trust me, it´s better this way.” He replied, trying to sound confident. “Besides, if it wasn´t for that, maybe I wouldn´t have achieved what I did” he added.

“Maybe you´re right…” she continued, now moving her hand into his shoulder and looking straight forward, “maybe then, I wouldn´t have met you…” she said turning back at him, he could swear her eyes shined for a second as she spoke those words.

“You know…” she said as she started the car, “if you ever feel lonely, or maybe…you just need a shoulder to rely on, you can always come by, my door will always be open for you” she smiled at him, and he did the same.

He felt a warm feeling inside him, he felt good, welcome, as if she in fact liked him. A small part of him thought she was just being nice for what he said. In a way, feeling sorry for him. But she seemed to have good intentions, so he´ll allow it.

She drove all the way to the store, which wasn´t very far, he tried to memorize the route for the future. He liked the way how all the rest of the cars seemed so small; from his point of view, sitting on a huge truck, all the other people seemed to be driving almost ground level. It felt funny in a way.

Then he thought, “It must be funny to look at the world from her point of view”, Lillian was really tall, which means that a lot of people will look up to her; then he tried to imagine how it´ll look to be walking next to her. She will totally dwarf him. But he didn´t have to use a lot of his imagination to picture it.

They arrived to the store´s parking lot, hopped out of the car and walked into the main door. The store had sliding glass doors. He saw himself walking next to her, and just as he thought, he looked small. Like a boy walking next to a grown up. Only that, in reality, he was already 26 years old. But still, he started to feel self-conscious about it.

Yes, he was a young man being driven to the store by his neighbor, nothing weird just a simple lift since he didn´t own a car. But, it just didn´t seem that way; for those who didn´t knew, well, it could seem as if a tiny boy was accompanying his amazonian mother to the store. Which obviously wasn´t the case, and there´s a really small possibility for other people to come to that conclusion. Still, he considered that as a possibility.

Asides of involuntarily teasing him with her huge and sensuously developed body, Lillian also made Jonathan have some insecurities about his height. She was definitely taller, obviously her thick body weighted more than his skinny barely nourished body and some other things. She had proven to eat more than him, which is pretty logical, but is she like…stronger too?

They had met enough times for him to become an acquaintance with her, she still made him hard on his pants, but he was beginning to get used to it. But now, he has come to realize something… she´s huge. He has gone from alluring at her to actually start comparing himself to her.

While she handed him the plate, he couldn´t help but notice how much bigger her hands were compared to his. How her limbs were so much thicker than his. He was starting to feel tiny, beginning to notice how she was actually very intimidating.

Lucky for him, she was in fact very friendly, she had proven that she meant no harm. She was actually the only one of his neighbors he had met, and who had actually taken the time to invite him for lunch. So far, she seems to be the nicest person there.

And in between all those thoughts of, well, masculine insecurities, he wondered something…could she be like…into him? She was attentive that´s for sure, but could there be maybe a secret reason behind it? He had only seen her talk to him, and why would she invite him to have lunch if he had just moved there the day before. Couldn´t she had invited some other person…maybe a friend of hers?

He looked up to her as they walked into the store, she just smiled at him as she pushed the shopping cart. He smiled back. She just seemed to be liking his company. Maybe she had just alienated herself from the rest of the people.

She said that she really had a hard time when her husband passed away. That she sank into a darkness of depressed thoughts. Perhaps, she just needed a new friend, someone whit whom she could start all over. He didn´t dare to ask, because he thought it was rude, and he didn´t dare to talk about it…he didn´t wanted to make her feel sad; even if she seemed to be over with it.

He just kept going and picked all the stuff he needed as they walked thru the aisles. He wanted to get a cart for his own, but she insisted that there was no need, that they could share; she wasn´t buying much things either way.

She just waited patiently as he picked his groceries and waited for him next to the cart, picking one another thing for her, but so far, she had only grabbed two or three things while he had more than half of the shopping cart full.

He didn´t have any list written, he just picked whatever he felt like eating during the week. He just wandered thru the aisles checking at things randomly. From time to time, Lillian yelled from the other end things like: “Honey, would you like to have some of these?” or “Jonathan, dear, there´s an offer for this, and I know young man like yourself like those” she was just being considerate and helping him pick up things, but it felt really embarrassing.

No one will think of them as a couple, asides of the height difference, she was older than him by a god deal. It seemed more as if his aunt was helping him pick up his groceries. He felt some discomfort as she spoke those words, but she didn´t mean nothing bad.

She just waited for him, with a tender smile as she watched him putting thins into the cart. He just smiled back, but couldn´t help to have an awkward feeling, she watched him saying no word. It felt weird, having such a statuesque woman pushing his shopping cart behind him, just waiting for him; it was kind of…strange.

He felt as if he wanted to ask what was she smiling at? Could it be that she was like…making fun of him? But it couldn´t be the case, it´s true that it wasn´t such a regular thing to go shopping for groceries with your neighbor, he thought that she will buy her things and he´ll go on his own way with his own shopping cart; but it obviously wasn´t the case. Then, as they walked into the dairies, he asked.

“Hey, uhmm, so…which is the milk you buy?” he just watched as her face turned from one of a lost lovestruck as she watched him, into one more…intrigued, for some reason.

“Oh right, ehmmm, the milk I buy…” she said as she stepped next to the cart and started walking into the section with the milk. He was confused, why would she be looking at him in that way?

There was nothing to adore in him, much less for such a woman, if he had been a muscular man around seven feet tall, mature, then it will be more normal, but he was just a skinny 5´9” dude. Nothing outstanding. Besides, she had been just looking at the whole section, from a milk plastic bottle to the other.

She seemed not to know which one was it…so he asked: “Uhmm, having a hard time finding it?” she just turned and answered: “Oh no, haha, it´s…the one right here…” she said as she pulled a gallon of milk from the lower part of the fridge.

“Wow, uhm, don´t you think that´s…maybe a bit too big?” he asked, he wasn´t used to drinking milk, maybe a little on his coffee, but never before he had bought a full gallon.

“Oh, don´t worry, I´m sure you´ll finish this one before the end of the week, maybe even before weekend” she replied placing the gallon into the cart.

“Maybe…maybe we could pick a smaller one?” he asked.

“Oh, I´m sorry sweetheart, but this brand only sells gallons…” she said it in sort of a relieve way, as if she wasn´t saying the whole truth…besides, which company only produces gallons of milk? They were in a random store, not a wholesale store. There was something suspicious about it. But he´ll allow it this time.

They picked up some other things, paid and loaded the truck with everything. It was already dark outside. She stopped right in front of his drive way and helped him with his bags. They were a lot of bags, so he could use some help. The weird thing was that she handed him all the bags before he could pick.

“Why don´t you take these ones first while you open the door…ok Johnny?” she said. He just nodded, wondering why she had called him that way…he simply did as he was told and headed to his house.

He opened the door, and realized she gave him all of the light bags, could she think of him as a weak man? He just sighed and dropped the bags into the kitchen. When he turned, he saw her entering right thru the door, holding all the rest of the bags with a minimum effort. He knew those were at least the double of the ones he had, and weighted much more.

“Oh, thank you Lillian” he said.

“You´re welcome dear…I´ll leave this right here…” she said as she dropped the rest of the bags next to the ones he had. “Well, it was fun…but I have to head home…there´s a little something I have to do, I hope you don´t mind if I don´t help you storing your groceries.” She said as she stepped back.

“Oh no, there´s no problem, I really appreciate you took the time to help me with this…thank you” he replied, she just smiled back at him, warmly, and said “there´s no problem, dear, I can drive you every time you need” and she winked at him.

She left as he finished storing all what was on the bags, when the bags were empty, he seemed to have missed something…where´s the milk? He opened the fridge to double check, but it wasn´t there. He checked on the porch and still nothing.

“Hmm, maybe…maybe Lillian grabbed it by mistake, but…she would´ve broad it back…right?” he checked on the ticket, he had definitely paid for it, she lived right next door, so if she had picked it by mistake, she could´ve return it.

“Maybe she´s busy” he thought. “I´ll ask her for it tomorrow, now…let´s play some videogames…” he locked the door and went straight into his bedroom to turn on his computer.

In the meantime, Lillian was on her kitchen, she placed the gallon of milk on the sink, opened it and said as she poured the whole container´s content on the sink: “Ok…I bet you´ll be liking mine more this one honey…”. And just like that, all of the milk was washed away into the pipeline, heading straight into the drain.

Jonathan woke up by noon, feeling a little tired, but not more than usual. He put his sleepers on and headed to the kitchen, he was hungry. He opened the fridge, once the door cracked open, he felt good to have food on it; there were so many options, he could make himself a nice breakfast…but he had just woke up, so he decided he´ll eat a toast.

“A toast with a cup of coffee…” he thought, but then he remembered the gallon of milk he was missing yesterday. He considered going to Lillian´s house for it. Hopefully, she had noticed the milk and not forget it on the car.

“I´ll go check” he thought, and given the fact that it was already passed twelve, there shouldn´t be any problem with waking her up. “She wakes up like at four in the morning, so at whatever time I wake up, she will be up too, and maybe…jogging” he thought as he remembered her round ass bouncing freely with her every stride. But he cut himself out before he got an erection, now, he needed his milk.

He walked over there, knocked on the door and after knocking a couple times he heard Lillian yelling from inside: “Come in!”

He opened the door and entered, “Uhm, hi Lillian” he said.

“Oh, hello Johnny” he heard her voice coming from upstairs, but he wasn´t sure from where. “Sorry that I don´t meet you downstairs, I´m going to take a shower, is there anything you need?” she said as he began to imagine her taking off her bathrobe and exposing her sensuous thick body.

“I…I wanted to check if you happen to have my…well, the gallon of milk I bought on the store yesterday, I couldn´t find it last night” he said. Feeling weird about asking her neighbor for his milk, but they went to the store together the previous day, so it was a fair question.

“Oh, yes honey, sorry for that. I found it on one of my bags last night when I brought my groceries in, but I didn´t wanted to bother you… that´s why I put it on the fridge. It´s on the lower shelve, next to the water bottles.” She said as she turned on the tap.

“Ok!” he half yelled from downstairs. Jonathan was trying to picture her getting naked, but it was too disrespectful (not that he matters that very much) so he focused on her instructions.

He went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and once he spotted the gallon, he grabbed it and returned to the house´s entrance.

“I got it, thank you!” he said before leaving.

“Ok sweetheart, take care” she replied from the shower.

He left her house and returned to his own. Once on his house´s kitchen, he placed the gallon on the counter and grabbed a mug. He started the coffee maker and decided to wait for the small jar to be filled with his usual morning coffee. He stood there a couple seconds, then he turned and watched the gallon of cold milk on the counter.

He remembered the sweet taste of that thick creamy milk as he wet his lips with his tongue expressing the desire he had to taste it again. And he also wanted to make sure it was the same milk Lillian gave him the day before.

He pulled a glass out of one of the kitchens cabinets and started to open the gallon. The weird thing was that it seemed to be already open, the seal was already broken, and he was also very sure that it was fuller last night.

“Hmmm, maybe Lillian opened it thinking it was hers…and also, wasn´t she supposed to buy herself one of these yesterday?” the main reason she said she wanted to go to the store was to buy some more milk, although, given the few things she bought yesterday, it seemed more as if she was just trying to give him a lift to the store.

He had to appreciate that. She seemed to be a friendly and generous neighbor, it didn´t matter if she opened it and took some of the milk, besides, it was a gallon, never before he had bought so much. And something felt off with that, seriously, which company sells milk in gallons only?

He ignored the fact that the milk was opened, he just smelled it to make sure it wasn´t spoiled or something. When he did, he was soothed by the sweet scent the milk emanated. He lost no time and filled his glass with it and started drinking. Once the thick creamy liquid hit his tongue, he couldn´t help but feel the sweet flavor spreading thru his tongue, filling his mouth.

He drank a mouthful of it, then another and another, before he could notice he drank the whole glass in one go. He was hypnotized by the milk, involuntarily forcing himself to drink it, unconsciously craving for more.

He was surprised by it, but he couldn´t blame himself, it was by far the best milk he has had. The only problem was that now, he wanted more. So, he poured more of it and filled his glass again, trying to convince himself he will drink it slowly this time, to enjoy it more.

But it was useless, before he knew, the glass was empty and he found himself pouring one more glass. The coffee was ready now, but all he wanted was more milk. He drank the glass again, and another, and then, he stopped. He drank half of the gallon before he could notice.

“Jeez, I guess I don´t need any breakfast now, woof, I´m full” he said to himself. His stomach was filled with milk. He just sat on the couch and stayed there for a moment. Then, his phone buzzed.

“I wonder who it is” he thought as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He checked and for his surprise, it was a date proposal. “Cool!” he said.

Jonathan had an account in one of those dating apps, during the last few weeks he has not had any date, which was ok given the fact that he wanted to move into his new house, so he had a lot going on. Now, he had some free time to spend as he pleased, and this date was the best option. He read the message, which said:

“Hello handsome, wanna go on a date today?”

He smiled as he read those words, then checked on her profile. Her name was Melissa and appeared to be around his age, she had dark curly hair and freckles. She seemed nice, and also the profile looked real. He has never met someone with a fake profile, but he wanted to be cautious. She was also pretty, he decided to answer now and not take too long to reply, he wrote:

“Hello there, I´d love to go on a date with you, any ideas?” he thought a gentlemen should let the lady choose the place, and he also had no idea where to go.

He laid his head on the couch and decided to rest for a while until she replied, it didn´t take long, within a minute or two, his phone buzzed again, this time, there were two messages from her. The first one said:

“What a quick response! I like it.” It settled him down, he thought that if he replied fast, then she´ll think he may be one of those people who are always checking on their date proposals. Which could make him seem desperate. Now, the second one said:

“Well…there´s a restaurant downtown, it´s called the Noji Doji. I really like their ramen. Would you like to go there?”

He wasn´t very familiar with the places in downtown, he had only gone there like two or three times, but never to the restaurants. The truth was that there´s a comic book store there where he bought some manga and anime figures…but it wouldn´t be such a great idea to bring that up on the conversation. Unless she likes that kind of stuff, and given the fact that she likes ramen, there´s a small chance she´s into it. But it´ll be better to wait for a signal. He replied:

“I´m not very familiar with the place, but if you send me the address I´ll be there. Let´s say at 9?”

He could´ve searched for the place on the internet, but he wanted to be sure, so it´ll be better if they were both in the same page. She replied.

“Ok, 9 sounds great. I´ll send you the address, but to your personal phone, there´s no option for me to attach the location here. Give me a sec.”

“Ok” he thought, she´ll text him, which means, she was eager to go and she will also have his number. Actually, everyone could see your number on the app. But most people only texted thru the app. He waited for a moment and then, the text arrived.

*BUZZ* *BUZZ*

It was the address and below, a short message from her: “Hi there, this is the address, let me know if you received it :D”

He smiled at the happy face at the end. He replied: “Message received, see you at 9” Maybe it was sort of a dry response, so he sent a “=)” in the next text.

She replied: “See ya”

He had a date, awesome, he could stream early today and leave by 8:30 or so. Jonathan was really focused on arriving early, more than early, he didn´t wanted to be late. Then, a doubt came to his head, what should he wear? He will be really comfortable with just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but maybe she will wear something more elaborate.

“A shirt will do…and a pair of shoes…maybe a tie...No, definitely not a tie” he was going to keep it simple, a bit more formal than usual but simple.

He turned on the TV to watch some series for a while. It was still early so he could waste some time doing nothing before he started with his live stream. He only announced it on his social media and stayed there for a while. In the meantime, Lillian was doing some other things in her house.

Lillian was on her kitchen, wearing a huge pink bathrobe tight enough to press her humongous breasts together. There was a generous boob window exposing the round shape of her feminine mounds, something Jonathan would´ve enjoyed to watch. She opened the fridge and said: “Mhmm, he took the milk, nice, I wonder…how tall he is now…” There was something going on with that milk, asides of being addictive, there was other thing behind it. The main reason why she stayed in the bathroom was to hide herself from him. She didn´t wanted him to see her, at least by now.

Behind all her hospitality, all her friendly greetings, she had a plan. She had something in mind for Jonathan, she smiled at her idea and said: “I´m sure he´ll love it, or at least, he´ll learn to love it.”

She closed the fridge and walked her thick statuesque body out of the kitchen, her boobs were bouncing a little. She had been waiting for something most of her life, and now that Jonathan had arrived to the neighborhood, the time has come. She had put hands into it and, even if he wasn´t still aware of it, the changes had started.

“Oh my, I really hope it´s not too selfish from me to do it so soon…” she thought, “I mean, I just met him, and he seems nice, but overall, he´s just soooo perfect.” She thought as she squeezed one of her humongous tits. Lillian had been waiting for a certain someone during the past few months, since the moment she stepped out of the period of depression that she had been in during years, she came back to the real world. But she had one idea in mind.

Even if Jonathan didn´t knew, he was the perfect candidate for Lillian´s “experiment” or more than an experiment, it was sort of a change. A change mostly for Jonathan.

“He´ll be find…” she was trying to convince herself. “I mean, there´s men who´ll love to be in his place…once I tell him, of course he´ll freak out at first, but then he´ll come to his senses and accept it…and that acceptance is only for his own good. I wouldn´t wanna hurt the little guy.” What could she possibly have in mind for him?

She just stepped inside her bedroom and closed the door behind her. There´s something waiting for Jonathan in the near future. Something he´s not prepared for. But this statuesque woman, she´s going to force him into it, but that´ll be only if he´s not willing to cooperate. Even if she´s going to change Jonathan´s life completely, at least she has the decency to do it in a gentle way.

She could´ve snatched him up already and have him prisoner in her basement. Forcing him into a rapid change. But she doesn´t want that. She wants to do it in a slow way, so that he can accept it little by little.

Returning to Jonathan, it was now 7:35 pm. He had already streamed and said goodbye to his followers. Now, he could dedicate the next hour to get ready for his date. It was more than enough time, he only needed 30 minutes tops. But he didn´t wanted to be over confident and end up wasting his time and rushing to his date.

The first thing he did was take a shower. She spread the shampoo over his head and after a moment, he washed it away; time flew as he was now putting his socks on. He checked on the time, and just as expected, it was barely 8:19 pm.

“I guess it´s still too early…should I head over there already? Or maybe check on…nah, let´s get ready, time flies when you get distracted.” He didn´t wanted to fuck things up and end up being an hour late for his date, it had happened before and he promised not to do it again.

He was ready, a plain white shirt, denim jeans and a pair of Bostonian brown shoes. Nice and casual. He hoped into the bus that headed downtown and departed to his first date in weeks. Once in the bus, he made sure he had everything on its place. He grabbed his phone and decided to check on Melissa´s profile, a little peek wouldn´t hurt anyone.

He watched her pictures, maybe he could find something to talk about during dinner, he could casually come up with something, maybe she liked manga or anime. He wasn´t sure if his personal interests were something he could talk about or if they were a little too nerdy.

He found nothing on those pictures, other than she liked sweets and a couple pictures of her eating ramen where he assumed was the restaurant he was heading. He spent the rest of his time thinking on a topic other than the weather that he could talk about.

He resigned in the fact that he was not very good at talking with women. The best thing he came up with was that he could talk about his gamer career, and elaborate on that. The rest of the conversation will have to be spontaneous or depend completely on listening to her.

Moments later, he arrived to the restaurant. He was still ten minutes early, so he had time enough to pick up a table and wait there for another couple minutes. He wanted to text Melissa that he was there, but in a way, he felt as if he was rushing her to arrive. He waited in silence as he browsed thru his social media.

Time went by, the clock ticked nine, then other five minutes went by, then another five. Jonathan was starting to feel ghosted. Maybe she changed her mind and was not going to come up. In that moment, he started to become too self-conscious about the whole thing. He felt as if everyone could be talking about why he had been there for over twenty minutes and still not order anything. Wondering what the waiters will say. The guy on the bar. He was starting to feel as an alien there.  Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Melissa, he opened it and read it:

“I´m sorry, I couldn´t find a cab, but I´m on my way there. I´ll be there in 10.”

He smiled, that text made him feel relieved. At least she was coming, he had to wait there just another couple minutes. Although she could´ve said in advance she was struggling to find a cab, but it´s find, no one arrives early nowadays. Except for him.

He was bored now, resting his head on his hand as he was laying on the table. He took a peek at the door and almost immediately, Melissa showed up. She was wearing a navy-blue dress, which accentuated her curves. He took a quick glance at her body and then returned to her face.

She was gorgeous, her lips were painted in bright red and she had a blue eyeshadow. She turned and spot him. He waved in response as she approached to the table. When she was just a couple feet away, he stood up to greet her.

To his surprise, she was tall, he wasn´t sure if she was his exact height or maybe an inch taller. And she wasn´t wearing any hills. She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she said: “Hi, sorry I´m late, you wouldn´t believe how hard it was to get a cab.”

“Oh, it´s ok, no worries.” He replied as he was thinking, “WOW, I wasn´t expecting this girl to be so tall…if I come to think about it, she didn´t seem so tall in the pictures…I think there´s a section on the app where you can check on the height or so…that´s if she filled it up” he was surprised but not as much as he was when he first met his neighbor. Now, she´s the one who´s tall.

“Were you waiting for too long?” Melissa asked with some concern on her voice.

“No, not at all, don´t worry about it, the important thing is that you´re here now…” he smiled at her, wondering if he should be the one starting the conversation, but in his mind, he was kind of focused whether she was 5´9” or 5´10”.

She smiled back and said: “Haha, I guess you´re right…have you checked on the menu? I think you haven´t been here before, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, well…no, I mean, I haven´t been here but I already checked on the menu…and I have to say, this place looks pretty cool…” the restaurant was very well set. Rectangular wooden tables, wooden chairs with red upholstery, dim light, a big mural, one another shoji´s and so on.

And the food seemed really delicious. The ramen was a good option, but there were other choices to pick, such as Soba, yakitori, yakimeshi, sushi of course and the classical onigiri. That among many other things. But it seemed that ramen was the most common thing to order, and the most sold for judging by the number of customers who were eating ramen.

 They both ordered ramen, and while they waited, they were talking about their personal interests. It turns out that Melissa´s actually interested on the Japanese culture. He was excited once he heard her say that; as they spoke, he could notice she was more interested on the gastronomy and their language other that anime and manga, which were his personal favorites.

She had studies international commerce, and was hoping to move to Japan and start a new life there, she was still wondering what she could do there for a living, maybe starting a tour for visitors or so, the plan was still to be settled. But she had an idea.

On the other hand, he talked to her about his gamer career, how he could make a living out of something he liked. He shared his social media with her and she was really surprised at the number of followers he had.

When dinner was served, the ramen was as good as he imagined, he enjoyed them. She confessed this was her favorite restaurant, and the best ramen she has had on town, but she wanted to have actual Japanese food in Japan. Taste it as it´s traditionally made.

They kept talking for a while after they finished with their ramen. Jonathan was proud of the fact that he actually made her laugh with one of his jokes. Melissa seemed as a nice woman, attentive, open, he began to think on having a second date with her. But one thing about her, is that she was completely honest, she said:

“You know, I´m having a really good time with you, you´re just so cute…” Jonathan smiled at her words, but he would´ve chosen another word rather than cute to describe him, but still, she kept going, “I don´t get it why you needed to lie about your height, in my opinion there´s nothing wrong about being a short guy.”

Jonathan wasn´t sure what she was talking about, he knew he wasn´t the tallest guy there is, but lying? Maybe from her point of view he was short, but who would lie about being 5´9”? If he would´ve set 6´ as his height, well that´s a lie, but he wasn´t lying.

“Haha, sorry, but I´m not lying, I´m 5´9”, Now, I think it doesn´t seem so because you´re taller, but still…” that´s when she interrupted him drawing a Duchenne smile on her face as she spoke.

“No you´re not…” she started in a playful tone, “I´m like 5´6” and I´m taller than you, but you don´t need to impress anyone pretending you´re taller, you seem to be a successful person, why don´t you just…let that go.” She said.

Jonathan felt insulted, he was not lying, what was she talking about, so he added: “But I´m telling the truth, listen, there should be a way to prove it…” he turned to the sides trying to find a tape measure or something, maybe a scale.

“Hmm, maybe, would you like to go to my apartment…we can compare heights there, if you like” the last she said it with a flirtatious smile. He knew where she wanted to go with that. So he smiled back and said: “If you insist.”

They paid the check and left, heading to her apartment. As they walked thru the street looking for a cab, he couldn´t help but stare at her feet, she wasn´t wearing any heels, she was actually in flats. But he was sure she should be around 5´10”, if she was 5´6” like she says, then the top her head should be leveled with his eyebrows, instead, his eyes were leveled with her nose.

After a while, she found a cab, they got in and headed towards her apartment. He actually enjoyed her company, she was just so spontaneous, always smiling. When she sat next to him on the back seat of the cab, he couldn´t help but notice she had a nice pair of boobs. Maybe not the biggest there are, but they were certainly D size. He tried not to stare so he turned and watched thru the window.

He was watching the stores from downtown. Attire stores, shoe stores, some fancy restaurants, then a comic store he had visited before. You could find pretty much everything there. As the cab drove away, there appeared to be less stores and houses began to pop up. Melissa´s apartment wasn´t as close as he imagined.

Finally, they arrived, he paid for the cab as a gentlemen would do and then they both entered the building. But something began to bother him. He kept thinking on what she said. Trying to convince himself that in a way she was wrong. How could he be four inches shorter? That´s not possible.

He tried to stand as tall as he could, standing straight with his spine fully erect, but still, she was taller. She didn´t seem to notice, but he was trying to compare heights as they walked. Then, when they climbed the stairs, he noticed something.

The shoes he was wearing, aside of being fancy, they used to be a little tight, not too much, they were just adjusted, but they still fit. But now, they seemed bigger, in a way, it seemed as if the shoes had expanded, like when the heat of summer makes object to dilate. But it wasn´t summer and objects don´t expand that much.

Maybe his feet had slimmed, but that was not the case. The only way that could happen is if he had lost weight, even if he hasn´t check on his weight recently, he didn´t seem to have lost any weight. His slim complexion was as usual.

“Ok, this is my floor” Melissa said as she turned right from the stairs. He follower her as she walked. The she stopped in one of the doors and took out the key from her purse. He waited as he tried to compare his height with something, but that was worthless given the fact he´s not aware of things measures.

She opened the door and said: “Here we are, make yourself at home” she smiled at him, so he smiled back. But then she extended her arms towards the ceiling just to stretch and he couldn´t help but feel smaller.

“Ok…now, where did I put the tape measure?” she said as she started searching thru the kitchen’s drawers. He just stood there watching. He wasn´t sure how tall the counters were, but they seemed taller than usual. He was starting to get worried, but maybe the counter tops were taller here. Still, something felt odd for some reason.

“Found it!” she said as she pulled the tape out. “Now…” she continued, “how would you like to do this?” she asked him. He was still trying to figure the height of things, so he wasn´t paying much attention, he turned to her and said: “Uhm, maybe, putting a line on the wall?” he asked with some doubt.

“Ok” she replied as she turned to another drawer an pulled out a pencil.

He was not very confident about it all, but there was no reason for him to be shorter than he used to, so there was no need to feel afraid. He removed his shoes and stood in front of the wall, with his back against it, standing fully erect. She drew the line right over his head, then he moved and she used the tape measure to show him.

“Ok, here we go” she said as she placed the tip at the bottom of the wall and extend it all the way up to the mark. “Let´s see… it says five foot… five, see you´re not 5´9” like you say” she stated.

He got closer to watch, but it was true, the line wasn´t lying, he checked on the floor, the tape measure, everything was fine. He started thinking, could it be that he really was 5´5”? Has he been that height all the time or just… just now? He seemed nauseous, as if the whole thing was making him sick.

She then stood in front of the wall and said: “Ok, just so you can see that I´m not lying, measure me” he grabbed the pencil and drew a line right on the top of her head, she stepped away and gave him the tape measure, “Check for yourself” she stated.

He did, only to find out it was true, she was 5´6” just like she said. He even doubled and tripled check, but the tape wasn´t lying. There was no denial in the fact that she was taller, but what stuck in his mind the most was that she wasn´t even over 5´9”, which should be his height right now.

He knew he wasn´t among the tall guys, maybe around short people he stood taller, but normally, he wasn´t outstanding. But this, even if 5´9” wasn´t a towering height, how come he had been reduced by four inches. There must be an explanation, and what´s more, how could he not notice.

His face showed some concern, that´s why Melissa decided to take things somewhere else.

“Hey, it´s ok, I don´t mind if I´m taller than you, in fact…” she said as she approached and surrounded him with her arms, “I kind of like it” she smiled at him with a luscious grin. He rose his eyebrows in surprise and smelled her sweet perfume. She smelled sweet.

“Why don´t we go to my bedroom, there´s something I´d like to try, that´s if you´re in for it” she winked at him. He smiled and nodded, following her into other room. Once inside, she closed the door behind them.

“Well, mister, since you lied to me… why don´t you make it up now? It´s fair if you please me, don´t you agree?” she said as she passed her tongue thru her lips, lubricating them.

“S-sure” he replied, feeling lucky.

“Ok, then…” she approached, “why don´t we remove these pants of yours?” she said as she unbuckled his belt and started removing his pants. He stumbled backwards and made sure to land on her bed. Seconds later, his pants and underwear had been removed and she was now sucking on his cock.

“Mmmm…” she said, “I can see someone´s not so small here” then she grabbed his member and started masturbating it. He could feel quivers of lust flowing thru his spine, he enjoyed every second of it.

She let go of his penis and started crawling on top of him, she removed his shirt and began removing her dress. “Why don´t you help me with this bra?” she said leaning closer to him. He could barely keep his hands from shaking as he attempted to undo her bra and remove it.

He hadn´t had sex in weeks, which you could guess given the amount of attention he placed on Lillian. He day dreamed about her buxom body and her tremendous curves. Melissa wasn´t as thick or tall as Lillian, but she did have a generous amount of boob flesh.

Once he undid the bra, Melissa´s boobs popped out and bounced a little as they settled over her bare chest. After that, all of Jonathan´s attention was driven into her boobs, but more precisely, on her erect nipples. He stood there for a second or two, just looking at them with his mouth open.

“Come on, you can touch if you want… it´s free” She said winking at him with a lustful smile. He simply smiled back at her, not knowing why he was so suddenly fixated into her bare bosom. He did as she said and squeezed the smooth flesh of her boobs. His member was at full mast now.

She wasted no more time, removed her thong and inserted his member on her pussy. Jonathan could feel how her swollen pussy engorged all of his hard member into it, he let out a couple moans of excitement. She was on top of him now, moving forwards and backwards.

She enjoyed the fact that she was taller, it made her feel as if she was in control, even if it was just an inch in height. She rode Jonathan´s cock over and over, and when she felt as if he was about to come, she said in a sensual tone: “Hold it… just a little longer…” He tried to, but it was all too much.

He was caressing the smooth flesh of her torso and hips as she continued with their sexual ritual. Both of them were breathing loudly now, inhaling and exhaling the luscious aroma that their bodies emanated. He couldn´t hold it anymore, so he came inside her. He let out a couple moans as his load filled her.

When he was done, she pulled him out as she was heavily breathing thru her nose. She caressed his chest with her hands and said: “I guess you couldn´t hold it… but… I´m not done, and I know you wouldn´t want to let down a pretty girl like me, right?” she said as if she was in control.

A part of Jonathan thought he could´ve hold it a little longer, but it was all too much, but he decided to make amends, and try to satisfy her in other way. He was ok with everything, except foot work. He nodded in response and said: “What would you like to do… my lady.”

“What a gentleman…” she replied, “How about some oral?” she asked. Jonathan rose from bed, met her face to face and after pouring a deep wet kiss on her mouth he said: “Sure” he tried his best to make a firm and deep voice.

Before he knew it, she was now laying backwards in bed as he attempted to satisfy her desires with his mouth, it was the first time he did something like that so he wasn´t sure if he was doing it right. He used his mouth and his fingers too. He tried to surround her swollen pussy in full, then he focused on her lips. He was really nervous, but decided to play it cool, “Just aim for her clit” he thought as he now focused all of his attention into it.

He must´ve been doing it right, cause she let out moan after moan, each one louder than the one before. He turned up, and when his eyes met her round breasts shaking like jelly, he couldn´t help but crave for them.

He knew she was about to burst, so he stopped, he fingered her and decided to carry his mouth somewhere else. She didn´t seem to mind as she saw him rose from below and stop over her chest. There´s only thing he wanted to do now, all he was aiming for was one thing, her nipples. More precisely, the nipple on her right.

He took it in, sucking from it. At first, he sucked once, maybe twice, let go and then start over. But for some reason it wasn´t enough. He sucked hardly on her nipple, then turned to the other, he was attempting to do something, but he wasn´t sure what it was. Melissa couldn´t care less, she was so aroused now that as long as he kept his hand on her pussy, she didn´t mind what else he tried.

He felt like on a trance, not sure about what he was doing or why, and then, when she came, he how his hand became wet with her vaginal juices. He blinked once, twice and then came back to reality. He could tell she liked it because when he turned to watch her face, she had a satisfied look on it. “Come closer” she gestured with her lips, he did as he was told and they made out for a while.

He wasn´t very sure what had happened there, but now, they were both resting over her bed, watching at the ceiling, catching up their breaths. He felt proud, he had done great, or at least that´s how he felt it. He turned at her and then she turned at him, when their eyes met, he was sure about one thing, she was gorgeous. He was in awestruck as he watched her soft facial features.

“Would you like to stay?” she asked. He rose his eyebrows, not fully understanding what she meant, she continued, “You know, stay for the night, it´s late already, and I´m not sure if there´s any cab out there…” he closed his eyes and said: “Why not, I just hope the lady on the apartment wont mind” she smiled at him, got closer and after pouring one last kiss on his mouth, she added: “I´m sure she will not.”

They both rested there until they fell asleep, it had been a long night and they needed a good rest after that. He was sure it was still early, at least for him, but for some reason, he felt tired. He got lost in his thoughts and then darkness was all he could see.

It seemed like just a couple seconds, but night went by and so did the early morning. Jonathan opened his eyes just to find out an arm hugging him tight. He was covered with white sheets for what he could see. He felt someone behind him and knew that Melissa was spooning him, this time he was the small spoon. He couldn´t care less, he was asleep, so it doesn´t matter if she wants to be the big spoon.

He took hold of her hand driven by the feeling of affection he was having after such a lovable night. He tried to grab her right hand but something wasn´t right. For some reason, something felt off with his hand. He wasn´t sure if it was too early or if he was still somehow sleepy, but he could swear her hand was bigger.

He had grabbed or at least touched her hand the night before, and he was sure his hand was slightly bigger than hers. But now, for some reason, her hand seemed to be bigger than his. He should be able to cover her hand as he would cover one of his, but now, it was as if she was wearing some gloves or something. He turned down at the hand on his chest and couldn´t believe what he was seeing.

For sure, it was Melissa´s hand, the hand of a woman, but his hand was what seemed off. It looked small compared to hers. He turned laying his back on bed and grabbed her hand by the wrist, he extended his palm below hers and to his surprise, his was considerably smaller. With his hand fully extended on hers, the tip of his finger didn´t even made it to her digital pulp. His finger was barely up to the beginning of her distal phalanx.

He blinked a couple times, he tried to think straight, what was going on? Yesterday she proved him she was taller than him, and that he apparently was no longer 5´9” as he thought. He had the idea that it was some kind of mistake, even if she made it clear it wasn´t, but he decided to check on it with some other tape measure or a height scale.

The only explanation he could find now was that he was not in bed with Melissa, but with some other woman, a woman way taller. But then, he heard her voice coming from right next to him.

“Morning” it was definitely Melissa´s voice, who let out a soft yawn as she stretched and removed her hand from his. He turned, but was astonished for what he saw. It was Melissa, that´s for sure, but her head was laying higher in bed than his. He turned towards the footboard to see if maybe she was laying higher than him, but it wasn´t the case. In fact, her feet reached further than his.

From his point of view, he wasn´t sure by how much, but it certainly wasn´t an inch as it was yesterday. He felt worried, why was that possible? He rubbed his eyes over and over as he tried to find a logical explanation, but it was useless.

Melissa opened her eyes and turned at him, he seemed preoccupied, so she decided to ask him what was going on, she said: “Is… is everything ok? You look a little off.”

“Oh, uhmm, it´s… nothing…” he replied still trying to find an explanation for this. He was trying to convince himself that he wasn´t looking correctly, that there was a mistake on his perception, maybe those were not her feet, but something else like a pillow or something. He stretched his legs the most he could just to see how far his feet could reach. But that was not helping much.

Even if he could sort of make out how far his feet reached, he wasn´t very sure about all the details he needed. It was evident that he didn´t reach as far as he used to, but some questions began to hit him, things like: “How far did I reach yesterday?”, “Do I even know about it? I mean, I´ve never really focused on that…” or “How big is this bed either way? Queen…King? FUCK! Why is this even happening?”

He knew there must be a way to find out how tall he was, or if he was still the same height as yesterday, but he didn´t want to. A part of him chose to ignore it. He wanted to close his eyes, walk away and never open them again, maybe consider this as a dream, he wanted to forget it. But it was impossible.

“Jonathan… are you sure you´re ok? You seem kind of pale…” Melissa said as she accommodated herself and sat on bed. That´s when he saw it, the bulge below his feet moved as she sat, making it more than obvious that those were her feet.

Jonathan took a deep breath and said: “I… I, uhm, ok, I´ll tell you b-but… promise me you won´t laugh or… or think I´m crazy or some shit, ok?” he said feeling stupid about what he was about to say.

“Sure, heh” she smiled and let out a small laugh, but she wasn´t so sure what was about to happen, what could be going on with him? He seemed pretty normal the night before. She was getting concerned about what was going on, her mind was driving into some conclusions: “Well, he lied about being 5´9”, but that was it, he seemed very friendly, even kind of cute…what could be tormenting the poor guy right now… hold on, he´s not married, right?” she then lowered her gaze looking for a ring on his finger.

“Ok, *sigh*, remember what I told you last night about… well being taller than you?” he asked.

“Mhmm” she replied wondering if it was all about his height.

“I… I think that somehow… I shrank” he said in a concerned way.

“Hahahahaha, oh my, come on” she said bursting into laugh, considering he was joking, “don´t lie, what´s the matter, for real” she stated.

“I´m not lying! Even now I… I think I may be shorter…” he said feeling down. That made her curious, could he be telling the truth? But it was all so surreal, how come he shrank overnight?

“Well, mister, if you´re not lying, why don´t we check on that?” she asked.

“Do you mean?” Jonathan said.

“Yes, stand up.” Those were the last words she spoke before she stepped out of bed and walked right next to where he was laying.

He was worried, he didn´t want to find out, but now there was no turning back. Even if he didn´t stood up now, he will eventually do, he was in her house, so he needed to leave at some point. He resigned and considered that he had only one option.

Melissa noticed he was wasting too much time thinking, so she extended her hand towards him and said: “Come on, I won´t bite… I promise.” She said with an adoring smile.

He smiled at her little joke, extended his arm and grabbed her hand, embracing himself for what was about to come.

Jonathan took hold of her hand as she boosted him out of bed. He felt how big her hand was and how strong she seemed now. He placed both feet on the ground and stood as tall as he could, with his spine as erect as possible. But he didn´t like what he saw.

Melissa couldn´t believe it, he wasn´t lying, now he certainly wasn´t an inch shorter than her, what´s more, his head didn´t even reach her gaze as she stood straight, she had to lower it to look at him properly. Now, she believed him.

Jonathan´s head stood a little over her shoulder level, they were both speechless for what they were witnessing, she was hoping he meant he was using high heel shoes or something last night, and the “shrinking” will be actually looking at him without heels. Maybe an inch or two of boost, but this? He would´ve needed a booster step to reach where he used to last night.

“Wow” she said, “I mean, look at you… how… how´s this even possible?” she asked.

Jonathan blinked a couple times, wondering how tall he was now; he couldn´t give an immediate answer.

She shifted her weight into one of her legs and placed her hand on the other side of her hip, driving her other hand to her head as she tried to find an explanation. “Ehem, so…” she didn´t knew what to say.

Meanwhile, Jonathan´s mind was turning into some other thing. “Holy SHIT! She´s huge, really fucking huge, what the fuck´s going on here?” he wondered as he looked at her, craning his neck.

Something was really off. How was that even possible? Now he was sure that he used to be 5´9”, but why had he gone all the way down to… this. He wasn´t even sure how tall he was right now, but the fact that a 5´6” woman like Melissa totally dwarfed him meant something bad.

In a normal basis, he would´ve been three inches taller than her, she will be looking at his nose and he´d be able to look at the top of her head. But now he was looking straight at her neck. His normally calmed self was gone, now he was unsettled by a million questions. Mostly, all of his thoughts were driving him into the borders of panic.

Jonathan´s breathing began to sound more forced as his hands began to sweat. Melissa was watching how he didn´t know what was going on. He seemed frightened, insecure. All she could see was a small man who didn´t know what to do, a man who´s life had been changed somehow and for worse.

She didn´t know him, that´s true, she had just met him the night before, but she could tell he was a nice guy. She had the idea that he had a complex with his height, that he lied because he didn´t like being short. But after this, she was sure he wasn´t lying, that he had said the whole truth about being 5´9”, who could´ve guessed?

She felt like she needed to do something or else he´ll have some sort of panic attack. She thought he´ll fall into the floor and start hyperventilating, so she needed to think fast. The lack of knowledge on his person told her she couldn´t say something too personal, given the fact that they barely knew each other, but maybe she could find a general solution for this. After a moment of thinking, she had an idea.

She approached as Jonathan was trying to maintain himself calmed, but struggling to do it. She stood closer to him, towering over him as she extended her arms on his sides, hoping this´ll work. She embraced him in her arms and brought him closer.

He wasn´t sure what was going on, he was staring at one of the corners of the room when she out of a sudden approached and now, his head was resting on her soft bosom. He turned up, trying to look at her, but he could only see the underside of her chin.

She hugged him tight as he turned his head to the side, resting on her left breast. She rested her head on his, trying to cover him full, embracing him gently as she started saying: “Shh, shh, everything´s fine, there´s no need to worry, shh, shh…” Her words were enough to bring him back to reality.

Without knowing it he rose his arms and encircled her torso with them. Now, he was hugging her, and the more he was aware of it, the tighter he embraced her. She felt so warm, so calming, so soothing. He stopped thinking for a moment and let himself melt into her embrace. Right now, it didn´t matter that she totally towered over him, he just settled himself on her for a moment as he returned to a state of tranquility.

She could only come to this idea, soothing him in a warm hug, telling him it´ll be alright. She knew that in the end, that´s what all people wants when they´re scared, or at least that’s what it seems. Whenever someone feels vulnerable, sometimes having someone else tell you there´s nothing to worry or that things will be better soon is the only thing you need to hear.

She hugged him so that he knew she was there, she wasn´t sure if he will hear her if she said something, or come to his senses and pay attention. Approaching to him this way assured her that he will feel her, know she was there, and even if he wasn´t looking at her, subconsciously he will notice her presence.

And it worked, she could feel he was settled. She stood there for a moment, waiting for him to release her, she knew there was no way for her to just set him aside, if he needed some sort of comfort then she should be the one who provides it.

It took only a few more minutes for him to let go of her and come back to normal. He still had a ton of questions on his head, but the biggest one was if there could be someone that could explain him what was going on. But that will need more time, as he stepped back, he could see the tender smile on Melissa´s face, he knew he should smile too.

Even if he wasn´t smiling at the idea that he now stood who knows how short, he should smile at the fact that she was kind enough to take him in her embrace and help him step out of a loop filled with negative ideas. And also appreciate the fact that she didn´t just call him freak and kick him out of her house.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and asked: “Are you feeling better?” in a sweet tone.

“Y-yes, thank you” he said as he placed his hand over hers.

“Would you like some breakfast?” she added.

“Uhmm, sure… I mean, if I´m not bothering” he replied in a startle way.

“Not at all…” she stated as she bent a little and tip his nose with her finger, “I´ll fix us something to eat, while I do so, make yourself at home.” And so, she departed to the kitchen, leaving him alone.

Jonathan knew he should stay calmed, he put his now oversized clothes on and then sat on the mattress as he breathed in and out thinking: “Ok, I don´t know why this happened or if there´s a way to reverse it, but there´s some things to have in mind, first… how tall am I?” he wondered.

After a while, Melissa called for him, breakfast was served. He went all the way to the kitchen and as they were eating, he couldn´t help but notice how different things were now, even the fork on his hand seemed odd, bigger and heavier. The chair he was sitting on seemed taller and the top of the table reached all the way to his chest. He didn´t like what he was living at this moment.

But Melissa knew better, she could see a shadow of sorrow on Jonathan´s face. She was aware that things were really strange, she was as shocked as he was, but she wasn´t the one that woke up shorter. She felt like she needed to make Jonathan feel better, he seemed to be a nice guy, but she had just met him yesterday, all she knew about him was limited to the dating app and their date the night before.

She took her phone out and searched thru his profile on the date app, maybe there´s some useful information on his description. She tried not to be noticed, so she placed her phone on her lap underneath the table. She opened the app, looked for his profile and started searching.

“Ok, let´s find something good enough to drive his mind somewhere else” she thought, but should that be the right answer? He wasn´t sad because his favorite team lost a game or something like that. The reason for his depression was the fact that he had shrunk overnight, neither of them know if it´s a health issue or if it can lead to some other consequences.

For sure, he should see a doctor or some sort of specialist. But she´s pretty sure no one really knows how to deal with it. She resigned on trying to distract him from it and as she found something they could both talk about, she spoke.

“Sooo… you like anime, right?” she asked.

Jonathan rose his head swallowed what he was chewing and replied: “Yes, I sure do” he smiled a little.

“Well, I do too… maybe that´s the reason why the date app matched us, don´t you think?” she asked as she smiled at him. He nodded.

For a moment they both talked about their favorite anime series. Even though Jonathan was more into the violent and more fight type anime side, he didn´t mind if she liked “soap opera” style anime. They both talked about how complex the stories are, how surprising some revelations are. They really enjoyed it, and some of the series they watched were the same, so they talked about them.

Melissa was happy with the fact that she has had success on driving his mind somewhere else. As they finished breakfast, she stood up and began doing the dishes. Jonathan was happy that he had found a new friend, and as she turned and walked away, allowing him to take a glance at her round butt he wondered: “A friend with benefits?”

As she was doing the dishes, he tried not to, but he couldn´t help but notice how small his hands seemed to be now, comparing them with the edge of the wooden table. He tried not to think so much on it, but he needed to know this could be reversed. Like a flu, only that he didn´t felt ill, but there were some visible symptoms.

“Ok, calm down, there must be a solution for this… who knows, maybe there´s a treatment. I should search for it, I mean, in between seven billion people, there must be another case, right?” he was thinking. “Besides, you wouldn´t want to freak out such a nice girl” he thought as he turned and stared at Melissa for a moment, watching her from behind in all her might.

Then it hit him, if she was a 5´6” woman who completely towered over him, how tall will other people be? He couldn´t help but to think about it, she wasn´t considered a “tall” woman, at least in regular society. “She´s not that tall and I can´t even reach her chin, then…” there´s when it hit him.

“Oh my… then…” he swallowed at the idea his mind was conceiving. “H-how tall will… Lillian be?” he started to fret. Imagine this, Melissa was an average height girl who made him look tiny, then, how tall can his Amazonian neighbor be now?

A woman who stood way taller than him when he was his, let´s say, normal height, he was sure the words “shoulder level” were not even close to where his head will reach on the statuesque woman´s physique. He stayed there for a moment, just rubbing his hands as he was sitting on the chair. He didn´t like it.

Melissa turned, she didn´t notice it but Jonathan stood up and walked all the way over where she was standing. She almost stepped on his foot as she turned. He was watching her from below, with a concerned look on his face, then he asked: “Uhmm, c-can I ask you a favor?” he said.

“Oh, uhm, sure… what is it?” she said curiously.

“Can you… measure me?” he asked.

Melissa nodded in response, knowing she had failed on distracting him from his shrinking. But that was inevitable, he will eventually become aware of it, but she was happy with the fact that she could at least set his mind somewhere else for a moment.

She grabbed the pencil and taping measure as he headed to where their marks were. For sure, there was no need to remeasure her, she wasn´t the one with the “height changes”, but he must know how tall he´s standing right now. He stood backwards at the wall, right below his previous mark as she drew a new one over his head.

He stepped away as she pulled the tape measure and said: “Ok, you´re…” she wasn´t sure if she should lie about it or not, but she should be honest to him, “four foot nine…” He blinked a couple times, “Well, a liiiittle over that, by maybe a quarter of inch.” She tried to soften the blow.

Jonathan stood there, on the outside he seemed calmed, but on the inside: “SHIT! A foot? I´ve lost a foot in height, how´s that… why me? What have I done to deserve something like this?” he needed an answer, this couldn´t be a divine punishment. For someone who´s been kicked out of the house and had struggled to get to where he was, he deserved a reward for his efforts, not being shrunk.

He let out a sigh of discomfort. He turned at Melissa as she watched how he seemed disappointed. She couldn´t help but feel bad for him. She noticed the clothes he was wearing seemed to be at least three sizes bigger, so she asked: “W-would you like me to, uhmmm, lend you some clothes?” she felt silly about it, but it was worth asking.

“Uh, I… I´m ok” he said not wanting to bother, or end up wearing a tight spandex purple tee shirt.

“Are you sure, cause I have some clothes that are unisex, I think there´s a small black tee shirt somewhere…” she said pointing at her room.

“OH no, I wouldn´t like to bother you…” and then he noticed something, “Well, can I maybe, check something first?” he asked as she just nodded.

He entered her room and started looking for something on the floor, he leaned and grabbed his shoes. When he put them on, just as he expected, they were enormous; at least for his now reduced feet, it was like wearing clown shoes, ones that will fall with his every step. Melissa entered the room and asked: “Would you like to borrow some shoes?”

“I… yes please” he said.

Normally women have smaller feet than men, so even if she was like 10 inches taller, her shoes should fit better than his. She stepped into her closet and came out with a shoe box.

“Ok, these one´s were a little tight when I bought them, but I forgot to return them, I hope they fit you well.” She said as she pulled out a pair of black canvas shoes.

He didn´t like what was going on, a woman he just met was about to lend him some shoes because the shoes he had were far too big for him. That´s not something that happens every day. She extended her arm holding the shoes and he grabbed them, thanking her.

For his surprise, the shoes fitted perfectly, and they were not really a feminine pair of shoes. A plain pair of black canvas that seemed to be unisex, that´s it. Now he only had to deal with the fact that his pants hung and his shirt was huge.

“Well, I think they fit, are you comfortable with them?” she asked.

“Uhm, yes, actually, they feel great.” He replied.

“I´m glad…” she said smiling, “Now, what can we do about the rest of your clothes?” she started thinking as he stood there watching her for a moment.

“I… well, I mean, don´t worry, as soon as I get home I´ll change into something else… then maybe I can go buy some clothes that fit.” He stated.

“Yeah but… don´t you think you look kind of… funny?” she said.

“Uhmm, well… I…” he wasn´t sure what to say.

“Come here” she said as he unconsciously stepped closer. As soon as he was a foot away from her, she bent down and started adjusting his clothes. He blushed with the fact that Melissa was now tucking him in and then folding the hem of his pants. He felt ridiculous.

“All done” she said as she stood up. The pants were baggy but at least they were now far from the floor, and his shirt was now tucked so that it didn´t seem so long.

“T-thank you.” He replied not knowing what else to say.

“You´re welcome” she replied winking at him.

He wasn´t sure why she was doing this, she had just met her and she seemed to be really nice, but maybe she acts the same way with everyone. He just watched her face, smiling at him with a sweet and friendly smile. She was one of a kind. A most likely scenario could be that by now, she would´ve already kicked him out of her apartment for what had happened, and he could be half way home by now.

But it wasn´t the case, she had lent him her shoes, made breakfast and kept a polite attitude all the while. Worst case scenario, she wants to ask something from him, but he felt that couldn´t be. He stood there divagating for a moment, but then he thought: “What could she possibly want from a guy who´s shrinking?” he came to the conclusion that she was one of those really friendly people.

“So… uhm…” she started, “do you have something to do or… would you like to stay a little longer?” she asked. Normally, when she has sex with a guy, which doesn´t happen that often, they´re long gone before breakfast. Even if she was a really attractive woman, she was not the party type. She asked Jonathan out because he seemed as a nice guy, a calm and friendly man.

That´s what she saw on him, but in reality, she was looking for someone who´ll allow her to be the one “in charge”. She didn´t wanted to dominate over him all the time, she was looking more for someone who´ll follow her, let her decide what to do and how. She wanted to be the spontaneous one, the funny one, the one who comes with the solutions to all the problems they may encounter.

After all, she was looking to move out to Japan on her own. She wanted to have a relationship where she´s the alpha one, even if she has to date a guy who falls on the shy side, an introvert or someone with not such a strong character.

She wasn´t looking to torment him or abuse of him in any way, but she felt like she deserved a soft man, someone who actually wakes up and asks her how she feels and how her day was; and also make him small pranks every now and then. That´s the reason why she sent the message first, she wanted to make the first move, and the fact that he was only three inches taller than her was a bonus. She could wear heels and tower over him if she wanted, but now that she has encountered with well… a shrinking man, she could have some more fun.

She knew that she couldn´t be mean, he didn´t know what was going on so acting in that way could freak him out and set him away. But she felt freaked out in a way too, seeing how someone had shrunk overnight wasn´t common at all. But she was curious about it, she wanted to be with him a little longer, at least see how far he can shrink. She stood there, waiting for his response a little longer.

“Well, I…” he started, “thank you for your hospitality but… I think I should get home now; I need to… you know” he said pointing at himself, he still had to know what was going on.

“Oh sure… if you want… maybe I can help you get a cab” she said.

“Sure, that´ll be awesome, thank you” he replied smiling.

After Melissa got dressed, they went out of her apartment and stood on the street for a moment before a cab showed up. For his surprise, she hopped on the cab with him. Now, they were both sitting next to each other on the back seat, Jonathan couldn´t help but compare himself with her. Her thighs were so much thicker than his, and her shoulders were way higher than his, even if they were both sitting.

She took glances at him every now and then, she couldn´t help it; even if she was afraid at first, now that she was thinking it through, this was kind of exciting. She wasn´t enjoying the fact that he was shrinking and that this was mostly a life changer, and not a good one, but he was ok, no injuries, no nausea, no nothing. Jonathan was perfectly fine, speaking about his health, the only minor problem was that he was too concerned at the moment.

He was sitting on the right side of the back sit, rubbing his knees with his hands, he was uneasy, the only thing he could think of was if this had stopped, or if it was just the beginning. He´d like to check what was going on, but first he needed to know whether there were other cases in the world or if he was alone in this. He was watching thru the window, trying to distract himself, but you could see the distress on his face.

Then he felt Melissa´s hand ruffling his hair from behind, or that´s what he saw when he turned. Lucky for him, it was either her or the guy driving the cab. At his current size, Melissa´s hand seemed as big as a 6´6” person´s hand, well, at least it would´ve seemed if he was his normal height. After the shrinking, everything seemed bigger. The seat beneath him seemed as spacious as a first-class seat on a plane, but it was a normal seat of a regular sized car.

He tried to ignore it, just focusing on Melissa´s hand rubbing his head, his main question could be why was she doing this? But he didn´t care, he knew she was just trying to make him feel better, and an action´s worth more than a thousand words, so he let her be. And in fact, he was kind of feeling better. Even if he had just met her last night, she seemed very supportive.

Melissa was happy with the fact that he seemed to like it, she wasn´t sure whether it´ll help or he´ll be freaked out, you don´t normally allow someone you just met to ruffle your hair; but given the fact that they had both had some intimacy last night, it wasn´t such a big deal to scratch the back of his head.

“Do I turn left here?” asked the cab driver.

“Oh… yeah, turn left and then right after three blocks” replied Jonathan. They were only a couple minutes away from his house. Just now he realized something, was Melissa going to stay at his place or was she just making sure he made it home safe and sound. Either way, it felt kind of weird, at least for him.

“Ok, you can park right there, in front of the blue house, that´s my place…” he said to the cab driver.

After that he paid the driver, and they were both walking thru his front yard. He pulled out his keys. He was thankful for the fact that he had bought some groceries previously, else, he´d only be able to offer some water from the pipe and some crackers to Melissa.

“Ok, here we are… now you´re the one who can make yourself at home” he said trying to sound funny. But he also had a slight hope that she´ll tell him she was leaving, not because he didn´t want her there, but because she just hopped in the cab and came all the way to his house without an invitation, it seemed kind of weird, Jonathan was trying to figure out what she had in mind.

“Thank you…” she replied smiling as she stepped inside the house and closed the door behind her. “Sooo… is there anything you want to do?” she asked.

“Uhmm… like, what?” He replied feeling confused, what could she mean… morning sex maybe? Well, it was like noon already, so it won´t be such a thing.

“I dunno, you tell me, your house your rules, we can do anything you´d like” she said, but not with the luscious face she had last night, it seemed as if she just wanted to spend some time with him. His only question was why?

“Ok…” he said trying to think, but the only thing in which he could focus was the fact that she was almost a foot taller than him. He was looking up to her.

They were both standing in the main entrance of his house and all he could perceive was that the place seemed bigger. He reached shorter on the main door, and he could tell the ceiling seemed higher up. It was all so odd. Then, he turned his attention back to Melissa. She seemed really tall now. Even if she wasn´t a husky woman, her limbs seemed thicker now. Her shoulders were wider than his, her arms were longer, and her waist reached higher, all the way to his belly button.

He was perplexed by the fact that a normal sized woman like her could totally dwarf him, it made it hard for him to focus on what to do. He stood there in silence for a moment before she spoke.

“So… anything in mind?” she replied. Melissa stayed in his house not only because she wanted to make sure he made it home safe, but because she didn´t have anything better to do. She had just met him, but she already felt friends with him. She didn´t wanted to ask him if she could stay, mainly because she didn´t have a reason, she just wanted to stay to see what happened; she could be a little weird sometimes.

 “Uh, I… would you like… something to drink?” he asked not knowing what else to say.

“Sure, a glass of water would be great” she replied smiling, even if that wasn´t the answer she was expecting.

“Ok, a glass of water, I´ll be right back.

He drifted into the kitchen, once he was there, he pulled the fridge´s door. He immediately saw the half gallon of milk he still had; his mouth watered just by remembering it´s flavor. “Maybe Melissa would like to try it” he thought, but he discarded the idea. The milk was good, very good, but she wanted water, so he took out a water bottle. Even something as random as a water bottle made him analyze the size of it, and even start thinking about what size it usually was. All of the objects around appeared to be bigger, as if they were king size stuff. But that´s the usual, at least for someone who had lost a foot in height.

“Ok, think straight Jonathan, you´ve got a nice girl waiting for you… you made it with the water thing, but you have to think about something clever before she gets bored and decides to get back home” he thought as he closed the fridge and watched the bottle on his hand. He tried to think on something to do, maybe play a movie, eat some chips, he wasn´t sure, whenever he thought of doing something with her only one thing came up to his mind, her boobs.

She stood taller now, and everything on her seemed bigger too, including her chest, the previously big pair of boobs she had was now an even pair for him. He must admit he turned at her when the cab hopped, just to see her chest bouncing up and down. He tried not to be catch, it was worth seeing her boob flesh going up and then sensuously falling as it bounced to readjust to it´s original position. She was wearing a tight top, so it was easy to notice the movement of her tits.

Now he must figure what to do, but it was hard given the fact that the height difference also kind of turned him on. At 5´9”, well when he was that height, there were some women who stood taller than him, he didn´t see them so frequently but when he did there´s something that always came to his mind: “Should I date a tall girl?” he knew he wasn´t the tallest guy there, and that it was completely normal for a man to date a woman taller than him.

He considered it, but never saw it as a reality, most women are looking for a man taller than them, some mainly because they wanted to wear heels, but why not dating a shorter guy. He once approached to a girl, he was on a club and he saw a woman, she must´ve been around 6´1” or 6´2”, he was surprised by the fact that she wasn´t wearing any heels, he decided to give it a shot, if she said no, then he´ll never try it again.

It was not such a surprise that she totally rejected him, she said something like: “Sorry, but I don´t date man who are short enough to let me look over their heads…” he felt really bad, embarrassed mostly, so he decided to never try it again. But now, he was not with a woman who was taller than him, actually he stood taller than her, but that was before, now, the height difference between them was twice as much as with that lady at the club.

He went back with Melissa, but she wasn´t where she left her. He turned but didn´t saw her, he figured out she must be somewhere else. “What if she already left?” he thought worried, but he didn´t recall listening to the door opening or closing.

“I´m over here!” she said from behind him. Jonathan turned and saw she was laying on the couch. “I hope you don´t mind, but I made myself comfortable…” she added.

“Oh no, not at all, uhmm, here´s your water” he said as he walked all the way over there and handed her the water bottle.

“Thank you” she replied as she then opened the bottle and started drinking.

Jonathan was trying to find something to do, he really wasn´t sure what she had in mind, but spending the rest of the evening drinking water on the couch shouldn´t be it. He decided to make a move. He sat on the couch right next to her, a little closer than what was necessary.

Melissa swallowed the water she had on her mouth and said: “Hi there…” she wasn´t preoccupied by the fact that he was sitting closer than usual, she was actually looking down at him. Even sitting, he was below eye level.

“Hey” said Jonathan.

“So… have you thought about what you want to do?” she asked blinking at him.

“Yeah…” he replied a little lovestruck.

“Ok, what is it?” she asked.

“This.” he said as he stretched his neck and tried to reach to pour a deep kiss. She allowed it, they were both making out on the couch, she squeezed his shoulders as the loosen fabric of his shirt just wrinkled beneath her fingers

They made out for a while, he was still surprised by the fact that she was so much taller, he felt as if he was making out with… Lillian. At the current size he was, Melissa seemed more as the size of Lillian the day he met her. It´s true that Lillian was a foot taller than Melissa, and she had a more developed body, but now Jonathan stood a foot shorter; making some math, comparing them now would be like comparing Jonathan with Lillian two days ago.

The idea that he could´ve been kissing with Lillian turned him more than he´d like to admit. They´ve been kissing for what seemed to be enough by now, putting some tongue on it every now and then. Having enough foreplay, he decided to make the next move, so he reached for her left boob, which wasn´t as huge as one of Lillian´s, but he couldn´t complaint.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” asked Melissa as she felt Jonathan´s hand on her boob; she pulled back after it.

“Uhmm, I thought, you know…” he said backing off too.

“You thought?” asked Melissa.

“Well, I… I thought we could have… uhmm… sex?” he sais shyly, he thought that´s what she wanted.

“Well… nope, I think we should postpone that. I mean, the kissing´s fine, but we´re not having sex every time we meet.” She replied.

“Oh, so… I thought that was the reason why you came into my house.” He said now sitting straight on the couch.

“No, the reason I came was because I wanted to make sure you were fine, and I stayed cause I wanted to keep you company… I thought you were still freaked out by the shrinking” she added.

“Oh… right” he said now remembering his height issues, he was so carried away that for a second, he thought Lillian could be the one in front of him, but she wasn´t.

He sat back and turned bright red with embarrassment. Melissa noticed and couldn´t help but to feel a little touched by it, he seemed as if he had done something bad, which wasn´t the case; at most, he just made a normal mistake.

“Listen…” she said as she placed her hand on his shoulder, “I´m totally cool with it, don´t be ashamed.” She just wanted to check on him, not get laid; besides, she wanted to be the assertive one, so she wanted to be the one dictating whether they have sex or not. But she was not going to tell Jonathan what she was trying to do.

An idea came to Melissa´s mind, she just smiled about it and said: “As a matter of fact, how are you so sure that having sex is not what´s shrinking you” she said as a joke.

“I don´t…” Jonathan started saying, but he considered the possibilities for a second, he had sex before his las shrunk spurt; and before he met her, when he thought he was still 5´9”, he had ejaculated previous to their date. What if ejaculating shrank him? “…uhmm, I wouldn´t be so sure.” He said.

“Why not? Think about it, or… well, I´m not very aware of your sex life, so don´t listen to me… but you should definitely try to target the cause for this shrinking.” She added.

“Yeah…” he replied. That wasn´t such a bad idea. He sat back on the couch and just thought about it for a while. He tried to remember all he had done differently since he started noticing his shrinking. He knew that whatever was causing it, should be something that had happened in the last few days. He enlisted all the possible causes on his mind.

Melissa stood there, drinking some water as he saw Jonathan busy with his thoughts. “So… any ideas?” she asked.

“I… well… I´m not so sure, but the only thing that can come to my mind is that I´ve moved here just recently” he said.

“Oh, that´s true, you mentioned it last night… so, do you think the house can be shrinking you? Or maybe there´s something around the neighborhood? Is there maybe someone here who´s also very short?” she asked.

He didn´t knew everyone around, but he was sure it couldn´t be. Lillian was really tall, he couldn´t come to the conclusion that she had been shrunk by something around… but could she have grown? That was pretty much nonsense, the other day when they had lunch, she told him she had always been very tall, only that she had put up a few pounds recently, but Jonathan thought they were all on the right places.

He got lost for a second remembering the way her huge butt just bounced in the air as she jogged. How her butt cheeks quaked with each powerful step. But then he came back to reality, and he remembered one thing, he has had lunch with Lillian… but they both ate the same.

“Hold on…” he started remembering, “she didn´t drank any of the milk, not that I recall” it was true, they had the same, but she poured him a huge glass of milk that day, and she also gave him a gallon.

“What´s up?” Melissa asked looking at what seemed to be the face of someone who´s about to come up with an answer. “Do you have a clue?” she asked.

“I… uhmm, well, I´m trying to think of something, but the only thing, besides sex…” he said feeling weird for the last part, but it could really be a possibility, why just now could be the question. “Well, there´s some milk… could it be…” he started thinking, if a brand of milk was causing people to shrink, shouldn´t there be reports of it already? That could´ve appeared on the news by now, but then he remembered one thing, Lillian opened the gallon, when he opened it, the seal was broken, could she have altered the milk?

She said she liked it, but he had never actually seen her drinking milk, maybe there´s something in it that´s causing him to shrink. “I guess, the milk…” he said.

“Milk?” said Melissa.

“Yes, I… there´s some milk I´ve been drinking, which I haven´t had before, but I guess… could that be?” he said.

“Hmmm, milk huh?” Melissa said thinking, “maybe, but which milk?” she asked.

“I… it´s a random milk they sell on the store, but I have some on the fridge…” he said.

“Let´s check!” Melissa said immediately, she was a little more eager to know than she´d like to admit.

“Ok” he replied.

A few seconds later, they were both on the kitchen as he was just opening the fridge and pulling out the gallon containing the remaining milk.

“That´s the one?” she asked, “I think I´ve tried it before, but as you can see, no shrinking on me” she added pointing at herself. Jonathan just looked at her and then at the gallon, blinking a little.

Melissa knew he really thought it could be the milk, by looking at his face, you could tell that his best guess had been discarded. “Give me some” she said.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“You heard me, I´ll try it, and if you can see any changes well, then it´s the milk.” She wanted to help him, and she knew that the milk couldn´t be the one causing his shrinking, so she decided to taste it, “but not too much” she added, if this was a thing about the more you drink the more you shrink, then she wanted to have just a little.

“Ok” he said as he pulled out a small glass and poured the milk, he could barely reach the top cabinets now, so it wasn´t as easy to pick a glass as it used to be.

He handed her the glass, which couldn´t contain more than an ounce. Then she drank it, she was really sure that milk couldn´t affect her or be affecting him. She drank the whole glass, but there really was something on the milk, for some reason, it seemed creamier.

Jonathan stood there for a moment, trying to see if there were some immediate effects, but she was the same. After a couple minutes no change had been seen in her. Now he doubted that the milk could be the one causing his shrinking.

“Ok, I feel kind of… the same” she said. “Do you want to measure me?” she added.

“No, it´s ok, I guess the milk wasn´t the one…” and then he heard the door bell ringing.

*DING* *DONG*

Melissa just turned her attention to where the door was, and so did Jonathan. “I wonder who that is… I´ll be right back.” he said before he left Melissa on the kitchen and walked into the main door.

“What brand is it anyways?” she said taking a hold of the gallon Jonathan left on the counter.

Jonathan arrived at the door, and when he opened it, he found what he feared. He pulled the door open and found an immense woman right in front of him, he elevated his gaze to look at her face, but it was pretty obvious who it was.

“Hi!” said a friendly woman´s voice from outside. “How are you Jonathan?” she asked.

“Oh hi, g-good morning Lillian” he replied. His heart started beating faster as he was now witnessing how Lillian looked after the changes, his changes. Of course, she seemed taller, her hips wider and her boobs, they were now level with his eyes!

Jonathan was amazed by the enormous woman standing right in front of him. He knew she´d be bigger, but he wasn´t expecting to be so agape. From his point of view, she was looking at him from high above with a big smile. He couldn´t make words come out of his mind.

Jonathan was really surprised by the new height difference, but what had him speechless was the fact that he was boob level with her; and if that wasn´t much, Lillian was wearing a cardigan, really tight, he peeked for a second, but it was enough. Her humongous breasts seemed as if they were going to burst out of her top by ripping the buttons out of it. He swallowed as he started feeling his hands trembling a little.

Lillian was touched by it, it seemed as if the cat´s got his tongue. Her mere presence was enough. And something else that gave her that big fat smile was seen the progress of her plans. She knew exactly how tall Jonathan was before; more like how high he reached on her. It was more than noticeable for everyone who knew him, he had shrunk. But she was specially thrilled by it.

“Oh boy just look at you…” she thought as she kept staring at him for a moment. “You look utterly adorable… I just wanna… I…” she wanted to squeeze him in between her arms, lift him up in the air as she celebrated his new size. But she couldn´t, not now; still, she was not going to stay there just like that, so she said:

“Jonathan!” and then she threw her arms over him and pulled him into her. Jonathan couldn´t react, before he knew it, he was in the embrace of his enormous neighbor. When she pulled him, his head fell right in the middle of her bosom. He couldn´t lie, part of him liked it. He was now in touch with the smooth flesh of her huge tits, he was sure that each boob was as big as his head, if not close enough. He couldn´t see anything, but he loved the feeling of her soft skin caressing him, her sweet scent was now intoxicating him, filling his nostrils.

He couldn´t even step back because of the sheering strength she had, but he didn´t want to, he was in heaven now, a soft warm heaven. And also, he was starting to get aroused, he could now feel his member rising on his pants; lucky for him, his pants were baggy enough to hide his semierect member for a while longer.

“I was worried…” she said trying to give him an excuse for such “contact”, “I couldn´t find you last night, I knocked and knocked, but no one showed up.” She said playing her part. She was lying, she just wanted to hug him really bad.

He tried to reply, but no words could be understood from inside her bosom. She could hear he was talking but she couldn´t understand. She squeezed him tight just one last time before she let him go. He couldn´t breathe properly, but he didn´t care, he could´ve died between her boobs and it´ll be worth it.

“Sorry honey, you were saying?” she asked as she gently pushed him away.

Jonathan took a deep breath to compensate the lack of oxygen he was having seconds ago. But he didn´t mind. After clearing his throat, he said: “Yeah, ehem, about that… well I was on a date… I think I told you” he replied looking up at the statuesque woman on the main entrance.

“Oh right! You did tell me… I guess I forgot haha” she replied.

Melissa was curious about who may be at the door, so she stood up and joined Jonathan. Once she stepped into the living room, that was right next to the main entrance, she couldn´t believe her eyes. She could see Jonathan standing on the door, with his baggy clothes, but he was looking up at a certain woman. But not any woman, she was the tallest woman she had seen, and on top of that, her body seemed thick all over, in a very curvaceous and sensuous way.

She couldn´t believe how puny he looked right next to her. Even she would be a shorty compared to her. Melissa kept walking as she was amazed by the imponent presence of the amazonic lady at the door, she could tell she was older than them, but she looked great. She also noticed that Jonathan was paying very close attention to her, she came to think that she must be someone important, at least for him.

“Hi there…” Melissa said waving at Lillian, and as she stepped closer, she could only think “wow.”

“Well, hello there… you must be Jonathan´s date I guess” she replied, she was a very attentive woman, and she could easily come to the conclusion that if a woman was there and he has had a date yesterday, well it´s logical to think she´s his date.

“Yes, we were on a date last night…” she replied wondering who she was, but she was not going to wait for Jonathan to introduce them, as she stopped right next to him, she could tell he was dumbfounded. So she added: “My name´s Melissa by the way” she said as she extended her hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you Melissa, I´m Lillian… I live right next door” she replied as she took hold of her hand and pointed at her house with her other hand.

Melissa was surprised by the big size of her hand; she could easily engulf hers. Then she wondered if that´s what Jonathan felt when he was close to her. She was wondering what relationship these two may have, but she was more surprised by how little the gentle amazon in front of her made her feel. They were both smiling at the time.

Jonathan came back to reality, regretting not being capable of introducing them, but that was pretty much done by now. “W-would you… like to come in?” he asked.

“Sure thing, but I´m not going to stay long, I have some things I´d like to do…” she replied.

Melissa was wondering if she did mention the fact that Jonathan was shorter now, if she was his neighbor, then she must recall how tall he used to be. She felt a little suspicious, but she could make those questions later, now, it´s time to move somewhere else.

Both of the women walked into the living room as Jonathan closed the door behind them. When he turned, he could see Lillian´s immense butt wrapped in the tight fabric of her jeans. They were really tight and he could see everything, their round shape perfectly drawn inside them. His mouth watered at the moment. And if it wasn´t enough, he could see how they slightly wiggled as she walked, her hips swayed from side to side and her cheeks trembled a little with each powerful step. He couldn´t help it, her ass was way higher than before, closer to his sight zone.

Moments later, they were all in the living room, sitting on the couch. Melissa was sitting on the armchair as Jonathan was sitting on the couch, right next to Lillian. Needless to say, she sat next to him on purpose. Her thick body just pulling him closer with her weight.

Melissa could see how big this lady was, her hips were wide, and her butt flesh just sprayed in the couch, she was surprised by how a woman her size could move so elegantly, and for the most, how come she didn´t notice Jonathan´s shrinking? She couldn´t hold it any longer, she needed to point at the pink elephant in the room, she asked:

“So, uhmm, Lillian, don´t you… notice anything different on Jonathan?” she asked pointing at him.

Lillian blinked a couple times, of course she did, but she wanted to avoid it, at least for now. “Like what?” she asked back to Melissa.

“Well… isn´t he… I mean, doesn´t he look kind of… shorter?” she asked.

It was true, Lillian came to the conclusion that Jonathan met Melissa before his shrinking spurt. Else, she would´ve thought Jonathan was just a short guy. Now that they both knew, she needed to be clever with what she said, pushing them away from the eminent truth, so she replied:

“Wat do you mean by short?” she needed to play dumb a little longer.

“I mean…” she wasn´t sure what she was not getting, she had met him before right? She pointed at him with both arms as she continued: “just look at him, is he as tall as he used to be when you first met?” Melissa was kind of confused, she couldn´t be so blind.

“I´m not sure…” she said scanning him, just thinking how cute he was starting to look. “I mean, I´m a very tall lady so… I can´t tell how tall someone used to be… I remember he wasn´t very tall, but how tall were you honey?” she asked turning at Jonathan.

He swallowed and said: “Uhmm, well, you know…” he had the idea that she knew, but for some reason she didn´t recall, or she just paid no attention to him. “I was… 5´9” w-when we met.”

“5´9”? Oh no honey, if you were that tall, the you could reach all the way over here…” she said as she held her palm a little over her chin level. “But I guess, you´re… down here.” She added as she lowered her hand all the way to her chest.

Jonathan lowered his gaze a little to look at where she was pointing, when he did, he was hypnotized by the voluminous flesh of her breasts, so big, so round; and he used to be between them just a moment ago. He could still remember the aroma and the smoothness of their touch. Lillian did it on purpose, just to see if she could easily draw all of his attention at her, and it worked! It was just a test, but it was a really good start for what was about to come.

“Yes…” Melissa started, interrupting Jonathan´s fantasies. “That´s cause he´s 4´9” now” she said kind of dryly given the fact that she could not notice the difference. A normal person who knew Jonathan would´ve noticed he was a foot shorter.

“WHAT?!” Lillian added, pretending of course, but it seemed really natural; and she was also amazed that he had already gone a foot down in just a few days. “A foot! Oh my god, that´s terrible… you must be really scared, you poor thing, come here…” she said as she then wrapped her arms around him.

There he was again, in the strong yet smooth hands of this enormous woman. Now that he was a little more serene, he could notice how bigger she felt. He had not been hugger by her like this before, but he had an idea of how thick her limbs were. Now, her arms seemed thicker, he tried to hug her too, and he could tell that his arms could not make it all the way to hug her torso. Lillian was big, and really top heavy, her boobs were barely below his chin. That´s because they are both sitting, but her boob flesh was pushing his head up, he had to crane his neck to avoid sinking his head on her cleavage.

“Awww, I can´t imagine how you must feel” she continued, but he wasn´t scared, at least not now. At this precise moment, he felt amazing. He was intoxicated by her scent once again, so sweet and nice. It really helped a lot that he was in her warm and gentle embrace. He couldn´t tell why she was doing it, but she didn´t want it to stop. He was getting hard again.

Melissa rose an eyebrow trying to figure out the reason for this sudden affection. She may be trying to settle him down, or who knows. But it wasn´t very common for someone who hug his neighbor so tight, at least not a neighbor you just met a few days ago. She couldn´t deny it, seeing her hugging him so tight made her feel a little jealous.

“Yeah, he believes it´s the milk” she said trying to cut off the unnecessary affection scene.

“The milk?” Lillian asked feeling a little nervous.

“Yesh…” Jonathan replied as he was still attached to her bosom, then he pulled out and said: “The milk from the gallon you gave me…” he added.

“So, she gave it to him” thought Melissa. There was something in that milk, when she tasted it, she could tell there was a little something with the flavor.

“I gave Melissa some, but nothing happened, haha, I mean, what were the chances that such thing as milk could shrink someone” he said half laughing.

“Haha, yeah, I mean, it´s ridiculous…” Lillian replied playing her part, but then she asked in a more serious way: “So, Melissa, right? You just… just had the milk now? Or was it…”

“Just now, actually, a couple minutes before you arrived” Melissa said.

“Oh ok…” she said kind of concerned, but she decided to discard that conclusion herself, so she added: “Yes cause, I´ve had that same milk for… what now, a few years, and I haven´t seen anything weird about it.” She replied.

Jonathan knew that there was just another cause for it, but he didn´t want to mention the word “sex” or “ejaculation” in front of Lillian. He felt really shy about telling his mature neighbor about it. “Yeah, that was our best guess” he said.

“Ok, well, then you´ll have to keep checking on what causes this, uhmm, shrinking…” she said as she stood up from the couch. “I got to go now, like I said I have to run some errands, but I guess I´ll see you later Jonathan, and also, very nice to meet you Melissa…” she tried to act as natural as possible, but Jonathan knew she wasn´t the type of person who steps out just like that, lucky for her, Melissa didn’t notice, more like she didn´t care that much so she just waved and said goodbye.

With that said, Lillian departed, leaving Jonathan and Melissa alone on the living room.

“So… you wanna come here for a hug too, my poor little baby” Melissa said in a mocking tone as she extended both of her arms as for a hug.

“Come on, it wasn´t like that” Jonathan replied.

“Haha, of course it was, she just wrapped her hands around you and you just let her do what she pleased. It seemed to me that you were kind of liking it.” She said.

“N-no I wasn´t… and even if I was, you cannot tell why.” He said.

“Oh, I can´t?” Melissa said now driving her hands to her boobs and squeezing them together. Jonathan saw her and knew she had the exact idea of what he liked about Lillian´s “affection”. Melissa´s boobs were not as big as Lillian´s, but they were still big.

“Fine, I give” he added.

Melissa just giggled at her small victory, then she laid back. She still had some doubts on the shrinking, but she´ll let them go for a while. Now, they could just talk about something else for a while. And she knew exactly what she wanted. “Say… should we go to your room?” she asked.

“M-my room?” he replied kind of confused, and suddenly thinking of something else.

“Yes… but only to see your room, you won´t be getting any sex” she added noticing the sudden change on his reaction when she mentioned the word “room”, “I mean, it´s only fair since I already allowed you to get into my room” she added.

Jonathan figured out there wasn´t much to do down there so it shouldn´t be a bad idea to head upstairs. But he kept wondering, why was Melissa still there? If it wasn´t sex, then what is she doing there? As they climbed the stairs, he kept trying to figure out the reasons she had to stay there, or even to be there, she had gone all the way to his house and been there for a few hours, and she had just met him the previous day.

He then turned his doubts into suspicion, what if she was the one who caused his shrinking. He had shrunk the day he met her. But then he remembered the slight amount of height he loose before meeting her, about four inches, but way before their date. If he could recall properly, he noticed some slight changes before the date, so she may not be the cause; maybe a possible suspect.

“Ok, here we are…” he said as he opened his bedroom´s door and gave her a good view of his room.

Melissa stepped in and was amazed by how organized it was, but it was mostly because he had just organized his stuff a few days ago, there wasn´t much mess yet. But what she did noticed were all of the figurines he had on the shelves around his room, they were a lot.

“Pretty cool, I like the decorations…” she added as she inspected the room.

Melissa knew Jonathan was into anime as much as she was, if not for the same anime series he at least had the same notion of it as she did, only that in a different orientation. She came to an idea, so she spoke:

“Say… Jonathan, you and I, you know, we both like anime… and we´re both friends, right?” she asked as she sat on his bed, with some sort of eager cheering smile, she had something in mind and he could tell.

“Yeah…” he replied, it was pretty cool that she already considered him a friend, rather than maybe just someone to have sex with; Melissa was in fact a very attractive woman, and he wasn´t the manliest man, and you can add that to the fact that he was shrinking and she wasn´t freaked out. He can´t ruin his shot with her, best case scenario they grow a stable relationship, sex included; he was also turned on by her new height, having such a “tall” woman even slightly interested in him was more than he could ask.

“I was wondering…can you… maybe just for this once… call me Mel-san?” she asked, she felt really shy for it, but she just wanted to try something.

“Mel… san?” he asked.

“Yes.” She said as she started to stand up. He began to crane his neck as she reached higher and higher, she stood nine inches higher than him, so it was hard to keep eye contact that close.

Melissa had her reasons to “visit” Jonathan, for once, she was kind of freaky so she sort of felt attracted by the shrinking he was having, this could be her chance to impose herself over a smaller man, a man who will actually shrink as time goes by. Part of her was eager to see him shrink.

“Say it” she said with a tender sensuous tone.

“Mel…san” he said.

She smiled and said: “Ok, say it again” she repeated.

“Mel-san” he said feeling kind of weird, but he was feeling excited to have such a tall woman next to him, her boobs were really close now. In fact, she was leaning closer to him.

She was standing really close and she said to his ear: “Just once more…”

“Mel-san” he said for the last time before she passionately made out with him. She kind of liked how it felt to instruct a man what to say. This was her first test to see what she could be capable of doing, and see if he´ll allow it. And to her, it seemed as if he was going to obey her orders. She didn´t mean something bad, or harming him, she just wanted to be in control, so far, she was.

They stayed there, making out, she was kissing him passionately as he had to stand on his tip toes to reach her. She was thrilled and also kind of turned on, meanwhile, he was starting to build a tent, on his pants.

While they were there, there was something else going on next door, at Lillian´s house. She was at her bedroom, pulling open one of her drawers as she thought: “This is great, so so great. I could barely keep myself there, he´s so short now… and so fast, at this rate, it´s only a matter of time before I… well we, before we change our lives, for good.” She thought as she pulled something from the drawer.

She held the object on her hand and when she sat on her bed you could see what she had, it was a breast pump.

“I´m not sure how much he has left, but it´s not soon enough to start collecting more… after all, there babies are full.” She said as she squeezed her left breast. A small droplet could be seen in the edge of her huge tit, in the tip of her hard nipple. As by now, her plan was going pretty well.

It´s night already, around nine o´clock, any shade of blue has been turned into a black stary sky. Melissa had left a couple hours ago. They ordered a pizza and had lunch together. Jonathan could notice how different the portions are when you´re not even five feet tall. Normally, he´d have had three slices of pizza, sometimes even four; today, he barely managed to eat two.

Right now, Jonathan was on his kitchen, feeling how his stomach growled with hunger, he ate around six hours ago. He had been playing some videogames since Melissa left, now, it was time to eat something.

He opened his fridge, searching first on the top shelves. There was some fruit, ham, eggs, among other things; he couldn´t see anything he liked. He scanned the freezer´s shelves from top to bottom, but he stopped once he spotted one thing, the half empty gallon of milk. His gaze stopped right into it as his mouth began to water. He couldn´t deny that the taste of it was better than anything else he could eat.

Before he could tell, he found himself pouring the milk into a glass. Maybe a 16 oz glass. He stopped for a moment to contemplate the glass filled with milk that stood on the counter right in front of him. He was scanning the white creamy liquid as he began wondering some things.

“Can… can this be shrinking me?” he was still concerned about the fact that one of the things he had done different since he started shrinking was drinking from that milk. He stood there for a couple seconds, just looking at the glass on the counter.

“I guess… I guess it´s not, since it didn´t affect Melissa… And Lillian says she´s been drinking from it for years now… Maybe a glass won´t hurt.” He thought grabbing the glass. Melissa didn´t notice any change on her, so he came to the conclusion that it was nonsense to suspect on the milk; mere paranoia.

He drove the glass all the way to his mouth and then he placed the border of it on his lips as he began to suck the liquid in. He closed his eyes with pleasure as the sweet taste of the milk hit his tongue. He swallowed mouth full after mouth full of milk as he then emptied the glass. “Ahhhh” he said with satisfaction, then placed the glass on the counter once again.

He couldn´t help it, once he tasted the sweet flavor of the milk he had to swallow as much as he could. He didn´t even thought about it, every time his tongue touched the milk, the glass was empty before he could notice. But that wasn´t the end of it, he still wanted more.

He thought he could drink a glass of milk and then eat something solid, like a sandwich or maybe a slice of the remaining pizza. But he was wrong. The only thing he knew he wanted was more milk. He checked on the gallon next to his glass. He could tell there was enough milk for at least another three glasses. But he would only have one more, that´s if he could resist the craving he had for more.

As expected, he couldn´t. A couple moments later he found himself sitting on the kitchen´s table with an empty gallon of milk, and the glass next to it only had a few drops remaining at the bottom. He must admit he wasn´t surprised, the taste of that sweet nectar was too much for him to resist. Now, he was just sitting there with a few droplets on the borders of his lips.

“Oh man, how weak” he thinks as he noticed he couldn´t stop, and if there had been more milk on the gallon, he would´ve swallowed it too. He´s just sitting there as he then feels a little tired.

*YAAAWN*

“M-maybe, maybe I should lie on the couch, just for a moment.” Then he stood up and walked all the way to the couch. Once he laid in it, he closed his eyes. He couldn´t help it, he felt tired. His stomach was filled with milk, and it made him feel drowsy. With his eyes closed, he fell asleep within seconds. The couch was big enough for him now, so there was much space.

And just like that, he started letting out small snoring sounds. But while he was resting still on the couch, his mind was getting busy. He went thru all the stages of sleep into the REM stage in just a couple minutes. His mind decided it was time for a dream.

Jonathan´s eyes were open, or at least that´s how he felt them, he couldn´t tell since everything was dark. He couldn´t even see his hands as he tried to pull them right in front of him. Where was he?

He paid no attention to the reason why or even where he was, he just started walking, noticing that the floor, or whatever it was that he was standing, made no sound. He´s very confused at the moment. He just walked in what he thinks is a straight path, it´s all so strange since he can´t even tell where he´s going, and to avoid any unpleasant impact, he rises his hands to try and take a hold of anything. “Maybe there´s a wall somewhere…” he thinks.

And then, he hits it, but not a wall as he believed, but what seems to be a pillar. He runs his fingers thru it, but it doesn´t seem as any type of pillar he had touched, the sensation he was getting from it wasn´t the one a stone would give. It wasn´t cold and harsh, it was warm and soft for some reason. He kept trying to find out what it was when he heard a small giggle coming from above his head. He turned, and then, all of the darkness was washed away where he was standing.

His vision cleared just to find out that “pillar” was a leg, a huge woman´s leg. When he turned up, way higher than expected, he could see Melissa looming over him. He was speechless, she must´ve been around fifteen feet tall or so.

“M-melissa! H-how… why?” how was she so tall? Or had he shrunk again? He had no clue. As he stood there trying to make up his mind, she bent down, and extended her arms into him. Before he noticed it, she already had her hands under his arms and started to lift him up.

“H-hey! What are you…” he had no idea what was going on, he just look at her with worried eyes.

“Relax, don´t tell me you dislike this.” She said finally speaking. “I know you like it when a big woman like me carries you, there´s no need to deny it.” He had no clue what she was talking about.

“Melissa, put me down.” He said.

“Why would I do such a thing? You always beg me to carry you. I must admit, you´re as light as a feather, I could hold you here all day.” She added.

Jonathan was mad, she was tall, sure, but why was she carrying him like that?

“Put me down!” he commanded.

“Awww, are you feeling mad? Is little Jonathan going to throw a tantrum?” she asked in a mucking tone.

He was about to explode in anger when he suddenly felt something else. The presence of someone behind him, someone big.

“Is it time already?” Melissa says as she looks up to whoever stands behind them. “Ok…” she says as she seems to give Jonathan away to someone else.

Jonathan´s confused, who could this other person be? And how tall?

Before he could tell, he could feel the hands of this other person holding him, much bigger than Melissa´s. He turned, he needed to know who it was. And then, he spotted her, it was Lillian. She had a warm smile drawn on her face, as usual, but what wasn´t usual was her height. She could be at least twenty feet tall. He swallowed hard as he noticed the sheering size of this gigantic woman.

“Awww, don´t be scared Johnny, it´s ok, I´m here now…” Lillian said.

He tried to push away, but when he did, he just saw how his hands sank on the immense flesh of Lillian´s gargantuan tits. She noticed, but didn’t seem to mind, she just said:

“I missed you too little one.” and so, she approached to him and poured a kiss on him. Her lips were huge, he could swear they covered at least half of his head. He just stood still as she left a huge stain of lip gloss on half his face.

Lillian just smiled down at him. Jonathan was shocked by both of them, so much bigger than the last time they met. How was this even possible.

“Aww, don´t be scared baby… Mommy knows how to make you feel better…” hold on, baby? Mommy? Jonathan freaked out as Lillian held him with one hand and began pulling her left tit out.

“What are you?!” his eyes grew larger as the areola of Lillian´s enormous tit began to show, he wet his lips and then swallowed. “Hold on, no! Lillian what are you?” he just looked up to her.

“Relax baby, mommy knows what´s best for you…” and just like that, the enormous nipple popped out and started approaching to him, closer and closer.

“No! hold on, Lillian, please… stop!” he said felling alarmed, but then, it all began to vanish.

“Nooooo, wait…” he yelled as he woke up, it was a dream. He found himself back on his house, laying on his couch. But now, it was morning already. He was covered in sweat, and another thing too.

“What… what happened?” he thought as he noticed the sweat on his forehead, also on his neck. He sat on the couch, scanning the rest of his body, and then, he found a certain spot somewhere. “What´s… oh fuck.” He had his usual morning wood, but this time, there was a big stain of cum near to it. He rubbed his eyes as he got up from bed.

“Not again, it´s already been twice this month… don´t tell me… crap.” The reason for his not so pleasant body reaction was on his dream, and whether he liked to admit it or not, it was caused by Melissa or Lillian, or maybe even both.

“I better change up before someone comes… haha, who would come?” he thought. He had no visits or plans for today, just relax and play some more videogames, maybe he could live stream something.

He decided to go to his room, grab some clean clothes and get changed, but there was something wrong. “I don´t know why, or how but… I can´t keep having this type of dreams, I mean, it´s embarrassing.” He didn´t wanted to admit he came on his pants because he was being held by two gigantic women, and one of them was about to insert her nipple on his mouth. “No one can know this.” He stood up from the couch, but, for some reason, the couch seemed taller than he remembered.

He was still too sleepy, but his pants almost fell into the round when he his feet hit the floor. As he pulled his pants on, he noticed they were not fitting as “regular” as they should. “Oh no, don´t tell me that…” things became more obvious as he tried to climb the steps. They seemed higher, He chose to ignore it for now, trying to get to his room as soon as possible, but once he entered, things only became clearer.

He just took his cum stained pants off without even looking, needless to say they fell right to the floor as he barely touched them, but now, the pants he was trying to put on, they were enormous. It was like putting a tent on, or trying to cover yourself with some sheets.

“NO! no no no no no.” He was alarmed, he immediately noticed the shrinking had happened again, but this time, he was alone. He was trying to calm down as he couldn´t help but to think how tall was he?

“Please no, I… No!” he panicked. He couldn´t afford to lose more of his height. It was insane. He was already short before, how much smaller could he be, the pants he was trying to put on were not even so big, at least the didn´t used to, and his leg didn´t even came out of it.

He pulled them off, more like letting them fall, and then he tried to sit on his bed. The bed was way higher now, at tall as his waist, so he hopped up instead of just laying back. Now, he was sitting there, wearing nothing more than a huge shirt and a tent like pair of boxers. He was trembling.

Meanwhile, at Lillian´s house. She had already done her morning exercise and was now on her kitchen, making some nurturing smoothie. But something bothered her, of course, she knew Jonathan was shrinking, as planned, but why was Melissa there?

More than feeling jealous, she was concerned that Melissa will interfere with her plans. Things seemed to be working fine, but what can happen if Melissa steps in? Lillian was worried that she could ruin the whole thing, or worst.

“What if she decides to keep Jonathan for her own?” Thought Lillian as she clenched her fingers tight.

The had both been aware of his shrinking, nothing uncommon with such a change, but, what if they both figure out the milk´s the source of his shrinking? Jonathan on his own will take long to figure that out; maybe he´ll be right where she wants him before he finds out. But with Melissa, maybe two people can come up with it faster.

Lillian chose Jonathan because, like her, he works at home, which means there´s not much interaction with the outside world. If he doesn´t have a regular job, then there´s no colleagues who´ll notice the immediate change; the only one who could notice it could be him as he struggles with his daily life. But with Melissa there, then the chances to ruin her plans are bigger.

“Oh, this nosy girl… and besides, she had some of the milk, right?” Lillian thought to herself as she sat on the couch with her smoothie in hand. You could listen to the couch creaking as she laid her statuesque body´s weight in it. Her butt covered in full the one seat couch.

“Well… this was designed for man… I wonder, will she shrink too? Maybe it´ll be slower, or with minor effects… who knows?” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

Some more details about this “milk” she was giving to Jonathan are, well, first of all, the milk itself. The final product, which is her breast milk, it´s altered, so that the man she chooses will gradually shrink as he drinks it. There´s a whole process that has to occur before that. His body has to assimilate the milk and the compounds in it have to get into his cells. Since this will take much of his energy and take most of the metabolic functions, he needs to rest.

Jonathan´s not sleeping more just because, the main reason is that his body needs to reserve all of it´s energy to digest the milk and readjust into his new self. But, as it´s been said, that´s for men. Lillian ignores the effects this milk can have on women, and now that Melissa has turned herself into a guinea pig, that question will be answered by itself in a few time. But it still bothers Lillian.

“He told me he was single, but he didn´t mention he had a dating app…” she was also mad at Jonathan for keeping that for himself. “Ugh, I guess I can´t blame him, it´s not like I´ll learn his whole life in a couple days… but once he´s with me, we´ll have all the time in the world to get to know each other better.” And so, she drew a big smile on her face.

“Speaking of which, I think I should head over his place with some food… the poor little guy won´t be able to cook for himself in a while… or maybe he already can´t…” she said wondering how tall is he now. She remembers yesterday´s encounter with him. He was tiny.

Jonathan was boob level with her, it turned her on so bad, she wanted to pull out her huge jugs and just put her nipples inside his mouth. He was then the perfect height for that, but Melissa was there. It completely ruined the magic of the moment, so she had to resign and give him some space.

“Ok…” she said as she stood up, “let´s go get my ba… Jonathan some food.” She corrected, but then, she noticed something else. “Oh, just look at that…” there was a big stain on her right nipple. She touched her left one just to find out there was a wet spot too. “Well, it seems that just thinking on him makes my boobies produce milk… how cute, I´m ready for him, but how long will it be before he´s ready for me?” she wondered as she walked upstairs to get changed, and maybe do some pumping.

Back at Jonathan´s place, he was still sitting on the edge of his bed, concerned. He´s been there for maybe an hour, just hugging his knees, scared to find out how tall he is. He won´t leave his bed, he can´t, facing the real world is something he doesn´t want to do. And he doesn´t have to, at least not today, but he wonders, what will happen when he´s got no more food, or even, right now he needs some new clothes, he can´t go everywhere wearing a shirt as if it was a gown.

But he doesn´t want to be seen. He would like to stay there, in his room, isolated from everyone, that way no one will tell if he´s smaller. But that just doesn´t seem right. He knows that he has to go out eventually, besides, Lillian may come over, or maybe… Melissa. Then he had an idea, he could call her.

He jumped off his bed and went downstairs for his phone. The shirt he was wearing now was huge, you could only see a small stripe of his boxers beneath it. How come he didn´t noticed before? Eventually, he made it downstairs and grabbed his phone form the center table.

“Ok, Melissa… here she is…” he said as he dialed her number, he could hear the beeps of the phone, waiting for one of them to turn into Melissa saying “Hello?” but it didn´t happen. He was sent to voice mail. He called once again and the same thing happened, no answer. Maybe a third time will be insisting too much, so he gave up.

“Maybe I can call later… or she can call me back…” he said feeling defeated.

He would´ve loved it for Melissa to answer. She´s the first person who noticed his shrinking, and she seemed very attentive to him after the second spurt. Right now, he needs her to calm himself down. He will show much despair if he rans into her once she arrives, but he needs someone, right now, he feels lonely.

His house seems huge, now that he had gone all the way down to who knows how tall, his house appears to be bigger than yesterday. Big and lonely. He doesn´t know what triggers his shrinking, so it´ll be better if there´s someone else with him, someone who cares. That´s why Melissa was his first option, but he still has another option.

Lillian also knows of the shrinking, even if she didn´t show the same concern Melissa had, she knew. It seemed strange to him, she seemed as a carrying sweet woman, but still, there wasn´t much support from her when she saw him. But the hug she gave him before she knew seemed to come out of nowhere, maybe she had received some good news and just wanted to share the joy with him… besides, it felt great.

“Well, I´ll…” he was about to call her when he remembered he didn´t had her phone number. She lived right next door so why would he need it? He could just knock on her door. But now, it didn´t seem so unnecessary to have it.

“Fuck.” He thought, his only other choice was to walk all the way there, which means everyone will see him in boxers, “Hold on… if any of them comes, I´ll be in boxers…” his face turned red by the embarrassment of it. If he wants to receive some visits, then he must find something to wear, something that fits.

He spent hours searching for something, everything seemed huge now. “And to know I wasn´t considered tall… everything´s a freaking tent now…” he thought to himself. He was only wearing boxers now; he took his shirt off because it was too baggy. “Crap, even the smallest pieces are big… what can I…” and then he was interrupted by something, his door bell.

*DING DONG*

“Oh no!” he thought.

“No no no no” he thinks as he steps up. He wanted to have company, but not now. Couldn´t they wait until he found something to wear? But who could it be, Melissa? Lillian?

It could be either of them, Lillian always comes to his door; and he called Melissa, but he forgot his phone downstairs so if she called him, there was no way for him to know, maybe she decided to come since there were two missed calls and if she called back, then there was no answer.

*DING DONG*

Once again, his bell rang. He wasn´t ready for it, he put a white shirt on and decided to go downstairs. If he pretends as if he wasn´t home, then who knows how long it will be before someone shows up again.

“C-coming!” he yelled from upstairs, but his voice didn´t seem as big as it used to, perhaps, the person at the door wouldn´t be able to hear. He rushed down the steps. Even the steps seemed huge now.

*DING DONG*

As he made it downstairs, he wondered who could it be? He couldn´t reach the peep hole, so there was no way to tell.

“W-who is it?” he asked, the sound of his voice was smaller than ever, but it made sense. Now, his head was almost level with the door knob.

“Jonathan, honey, is that you?” came a woman´s voice from outside. Jonathan knew for sure it was Lillian who was outside his door.

“Y-yes” he replied.

“Oh honey, I´m so glad you´re home, listen, I bought some burgers. I thought we could have lunch together, would you like that?” she asked in a joyful way.

“I… I´m… I think I c-can´t…” he replied, he didn´t want to turn her down, her nice gesture seemed very considerate, but he´d rather not being spot in underwear by her.

“Aww, why not sweetheart? Is everything ok?” she asked with a sweet tone.

“No, I mean! Y-yes, but… I…” he didn´t knew what to say.

“Honey, why don´t you let me in, if anything´s wrong, maybe I can help you. I don’t think you should be alone.” She said from outside his door.

“B-but, I… there´s…” he didn´t know what excuse to make.

“Did you shrink again sweetheart?” she asked, she knew it wasn´t the best question, but she was eager to know, part of her was craving for it to happen.

“I…” he didn’t want to say it, but she was right, so why would he lie. “Yes.” He said shyly.

“Poor little thing, let me in, I want to see if you´re ok” she added.

“B-but…” he didn´t want her to see him that way, “I´m not… presentable” he said.

“Don´t be silly, it´s ok, I don´t mind if you didn´t shower.” She said, eager than ever to step in and take a look at him.

“But I… do you? I mean, can´t we…” how could he set her away?

“Honey, please let me in.” she insisted, she wasn´t sure why he didn´t wanted, but one thing was for sure, there was a smaller man on the other side of that door, a man who´d fit perfectly in between her arms.

“I don´t…” he said, he was really conscious about opening that door and letting her in.

“JONATHAN! Open this door, right now!” she commanded as she had lost her patience.

He freaked out for a moment, why was she acting that way? Even she ignored the reason for that sudden burst of madness. But if she wasn´t serious, then he wouldn´t open the door. But she didn´t want to scare him, so she added:

“Please.” With a sweet and calm tone.

Jonathan was trembling, but he had no other choice, the door was unlocked so if she decided to push her luck and turn the knob, she´ll be getting in either way, he didn´t want to find out how a mad Lillian looks at his current height. He grabbed the knob, it was enormous compared with his now tiny hand, before he opened it, he said:

“I… I´ll open but, p-please, don´t laugh.” He said feeling embarrassed for what she was about to witness.

“I won´t honey, I promise, just, don´t be shy and open the door… I just want to help.” She said, even if that wasn´t a complete lie, she had her own reasons why she wanted to step in. She needed to see him, she was wondering, how tall was he.

“Maybe he´s not even boob level now… could he be… oh my, what if he´s already leveled with my belly button…” Lillian though, “Awww, I can´t promise I won´t eat him up if he is…” her heart was beating with joy and an urge to see Jonathan´s current state. Just then, the knob turned and the door began to open.

Both of them could see the crack on the door becoming wider and wider as they could now see each other better. And once the door was completely open, each of them had a complete opposite reaction.

Lillian immediately covered her mouth as she had now a good view of Jonathan, he was tiny. On the other hand, Jonathan was speechless, he couldn´t believe how big Lillian had become; actually, he´s the one who has become smaller, but it felt kind of the same.

Now that the door was open, he could compare heights with someone, Lillian, but he didn´t like what he was seeing. Her face was eclipsed by her immense bosom, and her hand was covering it too. But what he could tell now, was that he was no longer boob level with her. Not even belly button level as he didn´t knew she thought.

If he looked straight into her, he´ll find one thing right in front. Her pussy. Jonathan was about waist level with her, he couldn´t believe it. She was two times bigger than him, as he examined her legs, he realized that her thighs were thicker than ever, maybe even bigger than his torso.

Lillian covered her mouth not because of the shock, but because she wanted to hide the big grin she had, he couldn´t see her but she loved it. As she realized he was smaller than she thought, there was only an idea that came to her mind.

“Oh my god! He´s perfect!” she kept scanning him with her eyes, watching how his clothes hung in him, how the neck of his shirt was almost as wide as his shoulders. She couldn´t believe it.

“I can see someone really likes his milk…” she kept thinking, “I bet you already finished the whole gallon, yes you did, but it´s ok, you only want to make me happy… even if you don´t know it.” Her mind had gone into somewhere else, now, she only seemed to care about her selfish needs more than what the little guy in front of her may feel about it.

Jonathan shrugged; he joined his hands together in front of him as he gave her an anxious look. He was worried, and she could tell.

“Aww, don´t be scared Jonathan, it´s ok…” she said as she bent down in front of him and surround him with her arms.

He couldn´t tell, her scent, the warmness of her soft body, even her enormity, there was something in her that just, sooth him. He stopped trembling, now, for some reason, in the arms of his gigantic neighbor, he felt safe. He hugged her, trying to embrace her womanly flesh and just sank his head on her shoulder. At the same time, she caressed his back saying:

“Shh shh, there there, it´s ok, I´m here now… I´ll help you with anything you need…” she knew that as scared as he was, he would look for someone to help him. And most likely, the first person he found will be the one to whom he´ll attach the most, it was just natural. And for her, very convenient.

He was so close to her, but he didn´t get the primal arousal he always got when he saw her sensuous body; he was too concerned to conceive those thoughts. Instead, he embraced her, feeling protected, for some reason, he needed it.

Suddenly, she let go of him and started standing: Jonathan wasn´t ready for that, he needed more time, he tried to attach to her a little longer, but it was useless, she was half way up when he could no longer hold himself. As soon as she stood up, he felt vulnerable again.

Lillian could tell he was scared, maybe not scared by her, but by the size of everything. It must me normal for a man to be afraid of shrinking, even more when you´re waist level with your neighbor.

“Aww, you poor thing…” she thought as she saw him shrugging again. “don´t worry, I´ll make you feel better soon, you´ll love being close to your new… let´s hold up on that for a moment…” she thought because if she pronounced those words, even mentally, she wouldn´t be able to hold herself; she needed a few more time before Jonathan was ready for the next stage of her plan.

For now, it was time to make a more solid relationship with him, sooner or later he´ll figure out that he can´t do everything on his own, that now he depends on other people. And she´d love to be the one he depends on. As she keeps looking at the tiny fret man in front of her, she can´t help but to think how cute he looks. A man on him mid-twenties getting tinier and tinier, she just loves it.

But it´s time to set him away from all the bad thoughts he´s having, she wouldn´t like it for him to be stressed all the time. As she remembers the reason why she went there, she said:

“Look honey, I brought you some lunch…” and she then rose the brown paper bag she held on her right hand all this time. “I thought we could have some lunch together, and I honestly felt a little lazy today, so I went out and order some take out… I hope you like burgers.” She said with a wink of her eye.

Jonathan tried to focus on her words, but the mere presence of the statuesque woman was making him feel kind of anxious. Even if she held the burger bag on her belly level, it was still like half a foot away for him, or at least that´s how he felt it.

“I… uhmm, t-thank you Lillian, you´re really thoughtful.” He said, settling down his troubled mind.

“You´re welcome cutie pie.” She said as she thought: “Lillian? Ok, I´ll let it slip for now, but soon, you won´t be calling me “Lillian” honey.” Jonathan had no clue on what she wanted, not even what her intentions were. He was now a pawn on her game, or maybe the prize?

She stood there for a second, and then she asked: “Say, Jonathan, I don´t mean to be rude but… do you know how tall you are?” she asked quite interested.

“Oh well, I… I don´t know.” He replied turning his gaze at the floor.

“Come on sweetheart, don´t tell me that the first thing you did when you notice this, ehm… change, wasn’t measuring yourself.” She asked, cause that´s what she would´ve done.

“I… no, I just, I don´t want to know…” he said still looking at the floor, with sorrow on his tone.

 “Aww, don´t feel sad little one, here, look at me…” she placed her fingers on his chin, which felt enormous for him, and started raising his head, she knew that he shouldn´t be sad, there were a lot of good things to come for him. Things both of them will do together.

“Here, let´s go eat.” She said as she extended her hand at him, she seemed as if she wanted him to hold it and walk to the kitchen with her, but why?

He just watched her now enormous hand as he knew there was no need, the kitchen was just a couple feet away, still, she insisted: “Come on honey, don´t leave me hanging…” she said.

And so, he did, he extended his arm and took hold of her hand. He couldn´t believe it, if it seemed huge, holding it made it feel even bigger, he was sure that he could barely take hold of two of her fingers. She took his hand into hers, which seemed more normal. Jonathan walked all the way to the kitchen holding the hand of his gigantic neighbor. It felt so unreal. It was as if she was guiding him.

He couldn´t help it, as he regained some confidence, he took a glance at her; more precisely, at her but. Her ass seemed ginormous as it swayed from side to side. He was now walking next to Lillian´s thick thighs, the spandex pants she was wearing only made him swallow as they both got into the kitchen.

“Ok, where would you like to sit?” she asked.

“Uhmm, well, here I guess…” he replied as he pointed into the chair right in front of him.

Not even a second passed by before Lillian grabbed him from below his arms and helped him into the seat. It felt so unnecessary, but he couldn´t say a word, before he knew it, Lillian´s big hands had trapped him and his feet were already dangling in the air.

“Oh honey, you´re so light haha, you really need to eat more.” She said as she placed him on the seat.

Jonathan´s head barely cleared the table top now. He found it hard to believe, but it was his new reality. The table top was even with his mouth as he was sitting. “Hmmm, maybe… would you like to sit over some books?” she asked knowing he needed a boost.

“Oh, ehm, n-no, it´s ok, I mean, it´s just burgers… I can grab it and eat it perfectly fine… but thank you.” He replied. Lillian knew he was kind of right, but she knew he would not be able to eat that way for too long, she added: “Ok sweetheart, but make sure not to stain your clothes as you´re eating.” and she winked at him.

“His clothes…” she thought, “They´re seriously big, I mean, just look at him, that shirt´s like a man´s medium and its completely loose fitting, it´s like he´s wearing a bed sheet… he really needs some new clothes.” Then she sat.

Lillian would´ve loved it to sit right next to him, or even sit Jonathan over her lap. That would´ve been so nice, having the tiny man sitting right in front of her, more like over her. But she knew he´d feel embarrassed, although, either way, by the time she confesses what she wants, he´ll still be afraid of such change, so it will be better if she tries to do this things little by little.

“Here´s your burger honey, I ordered a double cheese for you…” she said as she placed the burger in front of him.

Jonathan couldn´t believe it, it was huge! The size of it was big in regular standards, but for him, it was insane.

“Wow, haha, it´s quite big isn´t it…” he nervously said as he looked straight into the giant paper wrapped burger.

“Oh yes, I like them cause, you know, for a big woman like me, they´re quite the right size… but I guess, I mean, if you can only eat half of it maybe we can save the rest for dinner.” She said, she knew the burger will be quite big for him, but she wanted to see him struggle with it´s size. She wanted to see how Jonathan struggled to just take a bite of the burger. Not that she wanted to see him suffer, but seeing how small he´s getting pulls quite some knots in her.

“I´ll sit over here…” she said pointing at the chair on the other side of the table, facing Jonathan.

“Ok…” he replied as he started unwrapping his burger. He couldn´t believe it, but it was even bigger than his whole hand extended. “There´s no way I can finish this” he thought.

On the other side of the table, Lillian was pulling her burger out of the bag, when she did, Jonathan realized hers was bigger than his, by a noticeable amount. “Wow” he said as he could see it from his seat.

Lillian noticed and said: “Oh, hehe, yes, I ordered the largest one they had… I know it´s quite big but, remember, I´m a big lady… don´t think I´m some kind of glutton, Jonathan…” she said smiling at him.

It seemed logical, a big woman needs to eat well, but for him, that was quite too much. Lillian was not only tall, but she was also thick. She carried quite a reasonable amount of weight in her, of course, her body needed nurtured, more than his, so it totally made sense she could eat quite more than him, even more at his current state.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it honey, now, let´s eat.” She said as she started unwrapping her burger.

Jonathan couldn´t lie, he was kind of hungry, and the greasy aroma of the grilled meat only made him want to dig in. But there was also something else calling him, Lillian.

As he was sitting, he could see she was still way above the level he was, her chest cleared the table´s top quite easy. For him, the enormous mounds of her tits were at full display. He could hardly hold himself as her boobs quaked with her every move, and when she adjusted her chair to approach to the table; her boobs only bounced even more. Her tight blouse had quite some buttons undone, allowing him to see a nice amount of flesh. He was sure that one more button and he´d be able to see part of her bra.

It was insane, but the enormous bimbo sitting in front of him was his neighbor. And the best part was, she frequently visited him. Even if he´s shrinking, he knows that it will only make her seem bigger. Her robust body will only seem to swell more as he shrinks. Thinking of it, it´s a good deal.

“So…” he started thinking, “let´s just say… I can no longer do… pretty much anything, which means, I need help… maybe, if I ask properly, could Lillian like, come more often?” he thought, what she said was right, he needed help, someone who could assist him in his daily tasks, he was more than sure that he could no longer reach over the counter tops without a booster step or a stool. It seemed logical that, like today, Lillian could lend a helping hand. And if she was there more often, then he could see her more often, her body, how her flesh sensuously bounces at his display. It was not the nicest thing to have in mind, but he´ll take it.

He was full before he even got to half of the burger. On the other hand, Lillian had already finished hers and was not digging on the fries.

“Opps, I forgot to give you some…” she said as she began to step up with the bag in hand.

“No, I´m ok… I´m full already, thanks.” He replied.

Lillian smiled at him and said: “Oh, ok, no problem.” She sat back on her chair. Jonathan could listen to the chair creak as she let her generous weight fall back in, her boobs bounced from the slight impact on the chair. Jonathan was thinking, how could they bounce so much so easy?

He wanted to see it one more time, and he found the perfect excuse. He smiled and said: “But, well, I would love to have something to drink, uhm, are there any drinks on the bag?” he asked.

“Nope, sorry Jonathan, but I only bought burgers and fries… but, what about a glass of milk?” she said.

“Oh, well, haha, isn´t milk a little heavy?” he replied, wondering “why milk?”

“What? A soda from a fast-food restaurant would only make you feel bloated, wouldn´t it? Come on, milk´s good for you” she said, “And it´s good for digestion.”

Jonathan wasn´t very sure about that, so he said: “Are you sure, isn´t milk a little heavy to digest?”

“Nonsense,” Lillian replied, “It´s more natural than a carbonated drink, and it has less sugar than the artificial juices they sell on the stores. Besides… between you and me, the milk I gave you it´s a liiittle different from the rest…” she said with a wink. “I assure you it´ll make you feel better.”

“Ok but…” he said accepting the undeniable fact that she would only give him milk, “I ran out of milk, there´s only a couple bottles of water on the fridge…” he said pointing at the fridge.

“Oh, already?” she said as she thought to herself: “Of course you did, my precious angel.”

“Yes.” He replied.

“Well, I think I have a new gallon at my house, why don´t you wait here and I´ll go get it.” She said as she rose from her seat.

“Oh, there´s no need…” he started.

“Don´t be silly, I´ll be back in a sec… besides, you wouldn´t want to be dehydrated, would you?” she said as she left the kitchen. And before she left, she added: “Oh, and I´ll bring the measuring tape too…” and so, Jonathan heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing.

“Ugh, I guess I can´t get rid of being measured, but… why is she so eager to know? And why does she always offer milk?” he thought as he found himself alone on the kitchen, then he turned down and said: “Great, there´s also a stain on this shirt, freakin´ ketchup.”

Jonathan remained where he was, sitting at the kitchen´s table. Lillian had left just a couple minutes ago, and all the while, he couldn´t help but to think about what she said.

“Ok ok, so, first of all, she´s always offering milk to me, which is pretty weird… unless she´s kind of a sponsor for the brand… but I really don´t think so. Second of all, I did start shrinking at the same time I started drinking from the milk… which is about the same time I moved in… FUCK! It´s so freakin´ confusing.” Jonathan was starting to consider the milk was shrinking him, but why would it be, and besides, if Lillian said she has had that same milk for years, how come she hasn´t shrink? He needed answers, and now.

“Ok, this is what it´s going to happen…” he started, “the ONLY way I´m drinking more milk is if she does too, but this time, it´ll be a reasonable amount, not just a sip like the one Melissa had, no, if I have to have a glass full of milk, then she does too.” He thought.

Jonathan needed to be sure that it wasn´t the milk the one that was causing his shrinking. He was really suspicious now since he had never seen Lillian had any of it, not even a sip. This time, to discard the milk, he needed prove, he needed to see Lillian drink it too.

On some other place of the city, Melissa was having lunch. She had been busy the whole day, lucky for her, lunch time was the perfect break. Time to nourish the body and set your mind away from work. But first, she checked on her phone, as usual.

“Ok, let´s see what do we have here…” she unlocked her phone and started checking on her new notifications, some were e-mails, a few messages, news, and below all that, she found two missed calls, both from Jonathan.

“Oh…” then she smiled, she thought it was cute from him to call her, “Maybe he needs me…” and she giggled at that thought. Even if she was really busy at work, she couldn´t help but to think on Jonathan a few times, wondering how he is. She didn´t notice any of the effects of the milk on her, other than waking up with her nipples hard, there was no change. Her clothes fitted, and everything seemed as always.

“Oh, right… he doesn´t know I´m… the same.” She thought, maybe Jonathan called to check if the milk had any effects on her after she left. Probably, but the real reason was because Jonathan needed someone; Melissa ignored the true reasons for his call, but she decided to call him back after work, she was half way done anyways.

“I´ll just keep it in mind and I´ll call him when I get home, who knows, maybe I can pay him a little visit…” she thought as she put her phone away and dig into her meal.

Back at Jonathan´s place, he heard the door, finally, Lillian came back. He was suspicious, it took her quite some time; if he was fair, she may have as well done something else, she went to her place, maybe she picked up her mail or some other thing. Taking long doesn´t mean she´s pouring some chemicals on the gallon, but still, he had his doubts.

“Sorry for the delay honey, I forgot to take out the trash…” she said as she walked into the kitchen.

“No problem” he replied, still thinking about his plan.

“Ok so… where do you store your glasses sweetheart?” she asked with the full gallon in hand.

“Oh, they´re… in the cabinet on the corner…” he replied.

“Ok” she said as she turned and walked over there. Jonathan couldn´t help but to stare at her butt as she walked. It was mesmerizing, it´s mere size made him feel even smaller, but the truth is, he didn´t care. He watched her butt flesh sway from side to side as she gave some heavy strides thru the kitchen. She was big, really big, and now, the show was just for him. He swallowed, and then he noticed his member was getting hard, lucky for him, it was all covered by the loose fabric of the shirt.

“Here they are…” said Lillian as she grabbed a glass out of the cabinet.

“Are you… are you having milk too?” he asked, he was nervous but if he wanted to be sure, then she needed to drink too.

“Sorry?” she asked, hoping she got it wrong.

“Aren´t you drinking milk too, you only grabbed a glass…” he said, hopping she didn´t suspect a thing, but why would she.

“Oh I´m…” she wasn´t sure, was it possible that he suspected the milk was the cause of his shrinking? She had no clue, but if she wanted to make sure he didn´t find out, then she must drink too. “of course I am, I just, you know, I thought it would be rude if I drank from it without your permission…” she said, trying to give an excuse.

“But… the milk´s yours, I mean, I´d be a dick if I minded…” he said.

“Language….” She thought as she grabbed a second glass.

Lillian closed the cabinet´s door and walked back to the table. Jonathan could see the milk moving inside the gallon, he feared that the white liquid was the cause of all, but he got distracted as he turned his eyes up, to watch Lillian, she was smiling at him. He only saw her smile for a second before his gaze turned into somewhere else, her breasts.

Lillian placed the gallon and the glasses on the table, her boobs bounced generously as she did. Jonathan was staring directly at them, but when he noticed it was more than obvious, he turned. And not only a little, he turned completely to the side, at the wall at his left.

“Awww, how cute, he got nervous…” Lillian thought, of course she knew he ogled at her, but she didn´t mind, if he couldn´t help it then he won´t be able to resist her when she´s ready to take him in. “Don´t worry sweetheart, I don´t mind…” she thought as she watched him with a tender smile.

Seconds later, she opened the gallon, she made sure to keep the cap sealed, to avoid any misunderstandings this time. Jonathan could see and listen to the seal when it broke, so he was sure it was a brand-new gallon. She poured the liquid on both glasses and gave one to him.

She took the other one and sat on the other side of the table. Jonathan couldn´t believe how her enormous and sensuous body moved with such grace, but he had to focus. He needed to see her drink, so he stood there without taking a sip of the glass.

“What´s the matter honey, aren´t you thirsty?” Lillian asked, with some worry at the fact that he could already know about the milk.

“Oh, ehm… no” he replied as he grabbed the glass. Lillian had picked the biggest glasses he had, they were plastic ones, the extra-large ones that they give away on fast food restaurants, but he kept them just in case. It´s size meant for him to use both hands. Now, he carried the heavy glass all the way to his mouth thinking: “Come on Jonathan, think of something… don´t just do as she says, else, how would you know…” and then, he had an idea.

“Does it smell bad?” he asked lowering the glass carefully.

“Sorry?” Lillian asked.

“Ehm, the milk, don´t you think it smells a little… off?” he asked.

“Well, it´s new, I believe it arrived yesterday…” she lied, meaning she filled the gallon yesterday.

“I… I don´t know…” he said trying to be more persuasive, “Maybe… can you try it first?” he asked.

Lillian´s eyes opened wide, she looked at the milk, she ignored the effects it may have on her. What if she shrank too… well, that wouldn´t be so bad, maybe she can start buying clothes that are normal sized… but why did he wanted her to drink first? She was curious, but she already set her mind on drinking the milk, so why not being the first one to do it.

She picked the glass, with one hand, then drove it to her face, “Well, it smells quite nice actually…” she thought as she then drank from the glass. She poured the same amount on each glass, so that he wasn´t more suspicious. She drank, and drank. Before she put the glass back on the table, she had already drink half of it.

“Well, it was really tasty… as always.” She said not wanting to show Jonathan it was the first time she tasted the milk.

Jonathan had finally seen her drinking the milk. The tasty white colored nectar was now inside of her too, for once, it made him feel a little more ensured about it. If she knew there was something wrong with the milk, then it wouldn´t have been so easy for her to drink it; and she drank quite a lot actually. But, he didn´t feel so ensured, part of him still wanted to wait, he needed more prove that there were no delayed effects or maybe something else that triggered the effects… he had no clue. He stood there, just watching his glass, looking at the white plain liquid on it.

“Drink it…” Lillian said, Jonathan turned at her as she kept talking, “I think the milk´s good, so there shouldn´t be any problem if you drink it sweetheart.” She smiled at him. She could see the concern on his face, so she needed to ensure him everything was ok. At least for her. If Jonathan kept drinking the milk, then it will be only a matter of time before she gets what she wants.

Lillian was still unsure whether to tell him or now, but she decided she will confess once things are right where she wants them. Maybe by then, Jonathan will accept his fate. “Just look at him…” she thought, “his head barely clears the table… after this glass, I´m sure you´ll need a booster seat…” she kept thinking.

Jonathan swallowed hard as he took hold of the glass again. “Ok, just… just take a small sip, no one said you had to finish the whole glass… maybe I can pretend I´m really full… yes! That´s it, a small sip and I´ll wait for things to happen… but, what if it´s not the milk? FUCK! How can assure it?” his head was a mess now, he couldn´t think straight. He needed to test it on someone else, but he couldn´t if he was supposed to still drink it. But there´s one thing for sure, if he drinks it and Lillian does too, then there should be a similar effect on both.

For once, if they have the same amount, then, later or maybe by tomorrow, their height difference will remain the same. And if he drinks less than her, then the height gap will be reduced.

“Ok Jonathan, keep calm, just remember, you´re leveled with…” and he couldn´t help but to feel excitement as he recalled his eyes are leveled with her pussy. He swallowed again, but this time, due to the images of Lillian´s immense body that were flying in his head. Her body, the thickness, how it giggled, it was a very erotic display of short memories he could recall. “Fuck, let´s do it…” that was his last thought before he started drinking.

He took a small sip as he planned, but he ignored one thing, he was weak. When it came to the milk, his other senses seem to fail, leaving his mind blurry as he could only smell the sweet scent of the creamy liquid. Then, his mouth began to swallow, one mouthful after another. He couldn´t see what he was doing, it seemed as if the milk had a bigger impact on him than before. He kept drinking as Lillian could hear him taking deep breaths. He swallowed three times, then made a pause to breathe, and began once again.

He didn´t notice, but the glass had become significantly lighter as he kept drinking. Lillian was amazed, he seemed to be in some sort of trance. “I guess he can´t help it…” she started thinking, “But… I must admit, it is quite good.” She then took hold of the glass once again and drank from it, but only two sips. “Wow, it is quite tasty… and this comes from me?” she wondered.

As she kept thinking about it, Jonathan was still busy with his glass, he didn´t stop, he wanted more and more. Lillian could see the bottom of the glass rising higher and higher as he kept swallowing. “Oh my, is he… is he going to finish it all in one go?” she was surprised, but part of her enjoyed it.

Then, Jonathan left the glass on the table, empty, as he took long deep breaths. Then, he realized one thing, he was full, really full. “Oh… I think I shouldn´t have done that…” he took hold of his guts; he was so bloated. He had already eaten the most he could from the burger, and then he drank the whole glass of milk, he felt as if he was going to explode. He burped, loud and clear. It seemed as if his stomach wanted to make space, so it led out all of the air and gases inside him. He felt slightly better after.

“Oh… s-sorry I…” he forgot Lillian was there, his face turned red in embarrassment.

“Don´t worry honey, you know what they say, it only means you enjoyed the food.” She said as she realized something. She stood up and started walking in Jonathan´s direction.

He had no clue what was going on, he just watched her as she approached. Then, she took a napkin and said: “Let me…” and then, she whipped his face. It seemed that the milk had sticked on his upper lip, he could feel her big hands cleaning his face on a tender yet firm way. He didn´t know what to say other than “Thank you.”

“You´re welcome…” she said with a sweet tone as she went back to her seat.

He was still very bloated, lucky for him, he didn´t wanted to vomit. Now, he really could take no more, not even a mint. On the other hand, his plans had been blown away, now, he will not be sure if the milk´s the cause of it, unless…

“So… aren´t you gonna finish your milk?” he asked Lillian, he knew it sounded more as if he wanted to force her to do it, but he needed her to finish the glass, fully. Only that way he´ll be sure. It seemed logical that their bodies shrank the same if they drank an equal amount.

“Oh, sure…” she replied. She knew he was eager for her to do so; he was suspicious of it already. Lillian blamed most of it on that girl Melissa, but if she wanted to play her part, well, then she must finish with her glass.

She took the glass once again and drank from it. She swallowed and swallowed until the glass was empty. Then she placed it back on the table. “Mmmmm, delicious.” She spoke.

Finally, this time Jonathan could make sure the milk was the root of all his shrinking. If Lillian shrank likewise, it only meant that there was something wrong with it, but something wasn´t right. “If she said she has had it for years… then, does it mean it has no effects on her? Or is it the milk that has just recently been affected? FUCK! Why is it so hard to find an answer?” he was unsure about his whole theory.

If she had drank it already, then it means there has been no effects on her, or, she lied and she had never had the milk; maybe, it could only affect men!

“Man, this is so stupid.” He thought.

“Ok, time to clean the table…” Lillian said as she stood up, she couldn´t believe she just drank a full glass of her milk. She was unsure what it will do to her. But maybe this way she can find out what it did to Melissa, unless, it has no effects on her since she´s the “source”. Things were a bit confusing, for both.

“Let me… *YAWN*” Jonathan was about to offer his help as he then let out a loud yawn, then, his eyes turn teary and he started to feel lethargic.

“No, it´s ok, I´ll clean, you can just… maybe just wait for me on the couch, ok?” she said stepping closer.

“O… ok” he replied, he was really sleepy, he was about to hop off the chair when suddenly, he felt a pair of big hands on his sides.

“Down we go” said Lillian giggling as she lowered him to the floor.

He said nothing, and he was half sleep already, but he felt slightly embarrassed. A 26-year-old-man shouldn´t need help to get off a chair. He could get down, at least, but he was tired, he walked straight into the living room, and climbed to the couch. It was hard, but he could still do it.

Lillian had cleaned everything in just a minute, she only had to wash two glasses and the rest was just trash. Also, she stored Jonathan´s half eaten burger on the fridge, together with the gallon of milk.

“Well, it seems we drank quite much of it…” she said as she noticed it was barely half full. “I guess they really were big glasses, but… it´s ok. *yawn*” she was also starting to feel the effects of the milk.

It was the first time she had drank from it, so she ignored that after drinking it, you felt sleepy. Not as much as Jonathan, she was bigger, but she felt as if she could take a nap.

“Ok, maybe… I can go back to my house and have some rest… and then, come back here to check on…” as she was saying that, she walked into the living room, and when she spotted Jonathan, she found him sleeping on the couch.

“Awww, aren´t you cute!” she said looming over him, then, she remembered one thing.

“Ok Jonathan, time to measure you…” and so, she took out a taping measure from her pocket. She made sure to stretch Jonathan´s limbs before measuring him. She did so tenderly and slowly, she didn´t wanted to wake him up. Now, Jonathan went from a cuddled position to being face up fully stretched on the couch.

“Ok, let´s see…” Lillian said as she slowly bent to measure him, as she bent, the weight of her breasts made them fall forward heavily, they stretched to top of her blouse and menaced to pop out; the soft flesh of her boobs seemed to fall from her top, about to break the remaining button and set free.

She stretched the tape, from head to toes, and then, she looked at the measure. She was surprised, her eyebrows rose in amazement, and then, a smile of joy filled her face. She was ecstatic. “Well Jonathan, you really are small, can you believe it, you´re 3´1” amazing!” she said, then she noticed his oversized shirt, it was stained with ketchup. “Well, we need to fix that too… but I guess, you need some new clothes… that´s it! I´ll get some sleep and then I´ll go get some clothes for you, yes I will, but first, we can´t leave you here.”

She lowered herself again, and placed both of her hands under Jonathan, one under his legs and the other one under his head. “There we go, easy…” she said as she picked him up, he was really light and she totally adored that. Then, she placed her head over his shoulder and walked upstairs, into Jonathan´s room.

Her butt wiggled as she walked upstairs, each step only made her ass bounce lightly as the next one did the same. And then, she opened the door to his room, placed him on his bed and covered him with his sheets. “Sleep tight, I´ll be back before you wake up… *Yawn* oops, sorry.” She whispered.

She closed the door slowly, trying to make no sound, and then, she went downstairs, looking for her purse. Suddenly, she heard something, a phone ringing. “Oh, it must be his phone… let´s see who is it.” She said as she searched for it, lucky for her, it was next to the couch. But her joy was vanished when she saw the name of the person who was calling. “Melissa”.

“Ugh, it´s her.” She said with a sour tone. “I´m sorry Melissa, but Jonathan´s sleeping, call him later…” she said as she put the phone on silent mode, that way she won´t wake him up if she keeps calling.

She left the phone where it was, then she exited the house, but she forgot to lock the door from inside; moments later, she found herself back at her house. She left her purse next to the front door, walked upstairs to her room and just fell backwards over her bed.

All of her body giggled when she fell, her thick thighs, her slightly tummy and even more, her monstruous tits were the ones who were quaking the most, they moved inward and forward as they accommodated. *YAWN* “Oh boy, I´m really falling asleep… ok then, let´s give the body what it wants…” and so she closed her eyes.

Before she noticed, she was sleeping already, now, it was time for the effects of her milk to show. Her body will now begin to show what the milk does to women, currently, there´s something happening to her pants, more precisely, the button; Lillian´s body seems to be expanding, the fabric around her waist it´s stretching, barely able to contain her body, and then *pop* the button flew in the air, suddenly, the zipped of her pants ran down, but not because she unzipped it, but because of the mass augmentation that´s now taking place on her.

Her pants were also becoming shorter, rising higher on her legs. And her boobs, they broke the remaining button of her top and wiggled as they did. Lillian´s body seemed to be swelling out all over, you could hear the seams of her clothes stretching and even ripping, her bigger body needed more space. But the change will not only affect Lillian, Jonathan also drank from the milk, the question is, how short will he get?

Back at Jonathan´s place, his body was suffering the effects of the milk. As he remained sleeping, his body begins to shrink, his baggy clothes became even baggier. The mattress seemed to expand beneath him. But, as the shrinking continues, there´s something else going on, his face shows some signs of discomfort as he unconsciously guides his hands to his stomach.

Then, he turns to the side, with his eyes still closed, suddenly, a feeling of nausea kicks in. He opens his eyes, just to turn to the floor and vomit. He let´s it all out right next to his bed, even part of it fell over the sheets.

Turns out that, like Lillian said, he can easily digest the milk, but the burger, that´s another thing. The milk inside his body will be absorbed as he shrinks, which means that his stomach will always hold an amount lower than the one he originally ingested, but what happens to regular food?

Regular food takes it´s normal time to be digested, which means that, if his stomach shrinks, then the food will take up more space, it leads to the fact that he´ll be fuller. And the more he shrinks, the fuller he feels, so the burger he ate, the one that already made him feel kind of bloated, will take over more and more space.

He wasn´t done digesting the milk, but the burger was not being digested proportionally. Think of it as a balloon, the more air you pour in, the more it stretches; what would happen if it overstretches? It pops, but our body will not allow our stomach to pop, that´s why, it takes out the excess of food inside. Normally, vomiting.

Jonathan let out all of it, once he started vomiting, he couldn´t stop until his stomach was empty, or at least that´s what it felt like. He was still too tired, so he laid back on bed, he wasn´t fully conscious about what he was doing, but it was done. He let out all of the burger he ate and a generous amount of milk.

Apparently, he won´t be shrinking as much as Lillian thought, but still, he had already shrunk one bit, only time will tell how much he did. Right now, he was too tired to realize the bitter-acid taste on his mouth, so he closed his eyes and returned to sleep.

Meanwhile, Melissa kept calling. She was already off of work, so she had some free time. “I wonder how he is, he hasn´t answered, or returned my calls… not even a message…” she wondered as she scrolled on her phone. There seemed to be nothing back from Jonathan. She was curious, if he called then it meant he wanted to talk with her, so why wasn´t he answering?

She didn´t want to think that something bad happened to him, she decided to pay him a small visit, just to check that things are all right. “Maybe he´s on the bathroom, or… I don´t know, maybe he´s with that gigantic neighbor of his… let´s go see.” She said as she called a cab.

Before she noticed it, she was already walking on the front yard of Jonathan´s place. The sun was setting, giving the sky an orange-red color before it left and allowed the stars to shine in the night. Once she was at the door, she knocked.

*Knock* *Knock*

She waited, but then she noticed there was a doorbell. “Pfff, how silly, I didn´t see you there…” she thought as she pressed the button.

*Ding* *DONG*

She waited, but nothing happened, no movement was heard inside or even a reply saying “coming!”, things were getting kind of suspicious. Melissa decided to call, to see if he was home, maybe if his phone rang inside, she could hear it.

“Ok Jonathan, I´ll call you, but you better not be playing videogames with your headsets on, or else… oh my, I hope he´s ok…” she said as she dialed. Even if she wanted to play mad, she was too concerned to do it. She only wanted to make sure he was safe and sound.

The last time she saw him, he was about four feet tall, what if he shrank even further? Maybe he needed help and that´s why he called her. Or maybe, what if he passed out somewhere? What if he´s not home?

All these thoughts ran thru melissa´s mind as she peeked thru the window from outside. It was dark, so she couldn´t see much. The only thing she noticed was that his phone wasn´t ringing.

“Crap! Jonathan… where are you?” she said as she was now getting really worried. At first, she thought he only wanted to check on her, see if there had been any changes, but now, she feared something happened to him.

“That´s it!” she said, “I´m coming in… hopefully” she added. She was wondering how, maybe, there was a door at the back, or some open window, she wasn´t sure, but she will find a way. And then, the front door just opened as she turned the knob.

“Oh! That was easy…” she thought.

“Jonathan! *Knock* *Knock* I hope you don´t mind, the door was already open.” She said as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Inside, it was dark, the only light she could see was the one coming from the kitchen.

Melissa checked there first, but he wasn´t there. Then, she made sure he wasn´t on the living room, where she spotted his phone. “Well, his phone´s here, so he should be here too… but where?” she wondered as she walked upstairs, most likely, he was on his room.

“You better be busy with something…” she said kind of mad, but then she thought, “I hope he´s ok…” she couldn´t lie, she was a really affectionate person, and Jonathan seemed to be such a nice guy. “Ok… I guess his room´s… this one!” she said as she opened a random door, lucky for her, it was the right one.

“Jona… What the!” she said as she found him, sleeping downside on his bed, with his face next to a vomit path that led to a puddle of vomit on the floor. “Gross!!!” she declared as she walked towards him, trying her best not to step on the vomit.

“How disgusting! You better not be drunk…” Melissa was mad, what if he was drunk and called her being guided by the effect of the alcohol. But there was something wrong, his head wasn´t as big as she remembered. He was covered with sheets, so she couldn´t tell how tall he was.

“Hold on…” she said as she lifted the sheets. “OH MY GOD! JONATHAN!” she saw him, he was very very short now, four foot tall seemed a really big number now, for what she could see, reaching three feet tall would be hard.

“Jonathan, wake up! Jonathan…” she said as she pushed his shoulder, trying to wake him.

Melissa was worried, but she succeeded. After a couple seconds, Jonathan´s eyes began to open. Little by little he woke up. He wasn´t ready yet, so he let out an audible yawn. He ignored what was going on or who woke him up.

He turned his eyes up at Melissa, who was looming over him. He has had really weird dreams in the past few days, so he wasn´t sure if this was one of them or if somehow, she came to his house. Who let her in anyway?

“Jonathan! Why is there so much vomit?” she asked now that he seemed to be waking.

“Vomit?” he said in a low sleepy tone.

“Yes, you vomit all over the place, but…” and she kept looking at him, trying to figure out how small he was or if he already knew of it.

Maybe he fell in despair and his only solution to deal with all this was to get drunk. That way he could escape of all the thoughts that could worry his mind, and once he was drunk he could just ignore the whole thing, or at least feel a different way about it. But he didn´t seem drunk, so why was there vomit?

He began to move, trying to sit on bed, or maybe step out of it, but she knew better that he´ll end up stepping in his own vomit.

“NOOO! Just, stay there…” she said as she turned, “but don´t fall asleep, just… wait.” She added, now realizing where the bathroom is. She stepped in, but found nothing to use to clean the floor.

“Where do you store the mop?” she asked stepping out of the bathroom.

“Oh uhm… it´s… downstairs, on the door next to the stairs.” He replied, still half awake.

“Ok, I´ll be back in a sec, but you… try not to step on the vomit, or the sheets.” She added.

A few moments later she came back with a mop and a bucket. She cleaned the whole thing and then told Jonathan to get up. By now, he was more than sure that this wasn´t a dream, and in time he was fully conscious, but he still felt as if he could sleep a little longer.

“Ok, get up.” She declared placing the mop in the bucket.

He did as he was told, but he realized one thing, the floor where he was about to stand, seemed to be lower than he remembered, as if they had added some extra inches to the bed, and that´s when it hit him. “Oh no!” he had to jump to get off bed. When he did, he didn´t like what he saw.

Melissa was standing right in front of him, but now, his eyes were looking straight into her pussy, just like they did with Lillian a few hours ago. Melissa was shocked by it. He had lost over a foot in height, in just about a day?

“Jonathan, what happened?” she asked with her eyes wide open.

He couldn´t reply, he was as shocked as her, or even more. He was sure this wasn´t some kind of dream, it was the real life, and now, he was looking straight into a woman´s feminine parts. And not a tall woman like Lillian, but an average woman.

Then he wondered, how tall will Lillian be? Did she shrink with the milk and was now about the same height as Melissa is? Or does she have some sort of antidote? Hold on, wasn´t Lillian here just a second ago? And what is he doing in his bed?

He didn´t realize it until now, but he was laying on the couch just a couple minutes ago. Then, he turned at the digital watch next to his bed, and he realized something. Those “few minutes” were in fact hours. He had been sleeping for a few hours now.

“Melissa, what´s going on?” he asked really freaked out.

“I don´t know, you tell me, I just arrived here and found you laying in bed, all vomited.” She replied.

Jonathan just turned to the side, he was full of questions, to which, Melissa won´t have the answer. She just passed him by, started picking up the sheets from his bed and said: “Ok, we´ll figure this out, but first, I´m gonna need you to show me where the washing machine is… and once these sheets are in it, we´ll measure you.” She declared. Jonathan didn´t like what he heard.

After placing the sheets on the washing machine, Melissa told Jonathan to go get changed and wash his face. She seemed slightly demanding now, but maybe that was just her knowing what to do in this case. But still, she could´ve said it in a different way.

When Jonathan arrived to the bathroom, he realized one thing. He couldn´t reach. It was obvious, his head didn´t even reach the sink of the bathroom, so he did the only thing he could think of, ask for help. “MELISSAAAA!” he yelled is a worried tone.

Seconds later, he could hear footsteps rushing all the way to where he was. He turned to the door and saw Melissa approaching, he couldn´t deny that he took a slight glance at her boobs, bouncing as she stopped right under the door frame. She had a concerned look on her face, she asked: “What? Are you ok?”

“Melissa, I… I can´t reach.” He declared.

She stood on a more relaxed posture, as she realized what he was saying, of course he couldn´t reach. How come she didn´t thought of it before. She took a deep breath and said: “Ok, I´ll help you.” Thinking how silly she was for sending him all the way there to do something he of course couldn´t.

She took a towel, open the tab and washed it. Then, with the slightly wet towel, she leaned and cleaned his face. Jonathan felt ridiculous, why would a 26-year-old need someone else to clean his face. He could´ve take a shower instead, but he realized it just now.

But this wasn´t half bad. Melissa was right in front of him, wiping his face with a tender smile. He just stared at her big bright eyes as she did. It felt nice. For a moment, a warm feeling filled his chest.

“Ok, it´s done.” She declared as she stood up. For Jonathan, seeing her rise was something really amusing. He freaked out, but still, he was now dumbfounded. He couldn´t believe he was about waist level with her, maybe even below that.

“T-thanks.” He declared.

She smiled and said: “You´re welcome… now that everything´s clean, let´s measure you.” Jonathan didn´t like those words. He already knew he was short, but he didn´t want to find out how short.

“Uhmm, couldn´t we like… skip that part?” he asked fearing what was coming.

“No, we can´t. Come on, you´ll be standing on the wall while I do the work, it´s not that hard.” He figured out that even if he refused, she´ll insist until she got what she wanted.

“Fine…” he said with a sad tone.

“Done.” Spoke Melissa as she made the mark on the wall. Jonathan was worried, but as she turned to pick up the measuring tape, he couldn´t help but to stare at her butt. Her cheeks stood taller than his head, nonetheless, he could stare straight at her swaying ass as she walked. At least he had a small advantage after all.

“Ok, step aside…” she then turned and stretched the tape to check how tall he was now.

She opened her eyes widely as she simply said: “Wow…” Jonathan was unsettled by those words, so he approached, and he tried his best to hide his anxiety, but he couldn´t completely hide it in the tone of his voice.

“What?! Ehm, whatdoesitsay?” he spoke too fast, making it hard for her not to notice he was freaking out.

“Ok Jonathan, calm down, it´s ok. There´s no need to worry, just listen to my words…” she turned at him and bent. With her that way, he wasn´t even level with her shoulders, but he listened as she spoke.

“Just, take a deep breath, ok?” he nodded and did as she said.

“Well, you are… 2´7”.” He swallowed hard.

“T-two f-feet?” he asked.

She placed one hand over his head and as she caressed his hair, she said: “Yes, two feet seven inches…” she didn´t like his reaction, part of her felt really sad for him.

But this was it, Jonathan wasn´t even 3 feet tall anymore. He didn´t want to figure that out, but it will be inevitable, sooner or later, the truth had to come out. He figured out that he could lie to himself, if Lillian was the only person who visited him, he could pretend that he was just short because she was so tall, but with Melissa there, it was just not that way. Even Melissa, who stood at 5´6”, was a complete giant next to him.

“No no no no no…” he repeated to himself as he placed both hands on his head, as a sign of despair.

Melissa couldn´t take it, she just listened to her senses as she found herself hugging him. She held him tight as she spoke. “Calm down, it´s fine, don´t worry, just… just breathe, ok, take a deep breath and then let it all out.”

“But, how? I mean, just look at this, look at ME!” he said pointing at him, “You´re huge! And I´m just… just… you know what I mean, we both know you´re not on the tall side, and yet, I´m not even as tall as you kneeled, this is absurd…” he spoke, letting all his fears out.

Melissa knew he needed to let things out, so she stood there, listening to him for a while, until, he spoke his last words.

“And worst of all, we don´t know what´s the cause of this.” They didn´t, but they had their suspects.

Those words plugged something in her head. She had an idea. “Ok, we´re not sure, right, but… why don´t we make a test, you know, to see the real cause.”

“Ok, so we´re testing?” he asked.

“Well… have you drank from the milk?” she asked.

Jonathan swallowed as he turned at her. “You did, haven´t you?” she asked.

He just nodded, feeling ashamed.

“Ok, let´s do this… why don´t you… I got it, why don´t you stop having the milk for a while, you know, we´ll see if you stop shrinking with the absence of it.”

“Ok but, how can we be sure? I mean, you drank from it and you seem normal.” He said.

“Well, that´s true… I mean, yes… but, remember I just took a sip of it, what if we, well I, what if I drink a bigger amount, let´s say… a full glass?” he rose his eyebrows at her idea, as she smiled to his reaction. This felt much more like a plan than the one they had before.

Minutes later, they were both on the kitchen, and he opened the fridge to pull out the gallon. He struggled to even pull the door, but he got it now; although, he had to carry the half full gallon with both hands.

“Let me help you.” Melissa declared as she took hold of it, of course, with one hand.

Then, she poured the liquid on a glass. Jonathan was looking at her attentively as she proceeded with it. It seemed as some sort of experiment. He just watched as she swallowed and swallowed. The creamy liquid was flowing thru her body all the way to her stomach, she couldn´t lie, it was in fact very tasty.

Before she knew it, she had drunk the whole glass. “Oops, I guess I couldn´t help it, it´s actually pretty good, it´s from a store nearby, right?” Jonathan just nodded.

They drew a mark on the wall before she drank from the milk, to have a reference for when the effects showed up; that´s if there was something to show up.

She stood in front of the mark, but her head was still at the same level. So, they waited, maybe half an hour, and tried again; still, no changes.

“Ok, what if… I have more?” she asked.

Jonathan just nodded, he remembered that whenever he had the milk, he couldn´t resist it and he ended up drinking quite a lot.

She poured another glass, and started drinking, the taste was surreal, so sweet, so thick, she couldn´t help but enjoy every drop of it. Just like that, another glass flew by.

“Tasty… what about, another, just to make sure.” She said, making it hard not to look as if she had actually enjoyed it.

She poured a third glass and drank it. Jonathan could see a smile on her as she swallowed. Her eyes were closed as a sign of pleasure. He wasn´t sure if this was still part of the experiment or if she was just enjoying it.

Then, she placed the glass on the table. “Ok, let´s wait, maybe, another couple minutes, and if nothing shows up… perhaps, another glass won´t hurt.” She said enjoying the sweet flavor her mouth still had.

“Hold on, don´t you think it´s a bit too risky to drink so much of it? I mean, what if… I don´t know, what if it takes longer to show, you wouldn´t wanna end up like… me.” He spoke those last words with some sorrow. And Melissa noticed.

“Ok…” she smiled, “I´ll hold on. But don´t be sad, there´s nothing wrong with you, just… just try not to worry so much, ok?” she said as she bent placed one hand on his shoulder.

They waited for an hour, but when she stood in front of the mark, she noticed no change. “Hmm, how weird, maybe there´s nothing wrong with the milk.” She thought as she then felt kind of tired. *Yaaawn* “Oh, I guess I´m kind of tired, but it´s too early” she declared. She decided to ignore it for now.

“Jonathan, would you like some dinner?” she asked, she knew he wouldn´t be able to fix himself anything, not even if he tried it, so she´ll do it for him.

“Sure.” He said.

“Ok… but when someone offers you dinner, you have to thank them.” She spoke, she was a guest, yes, but she was cooking for him, at least, he could be grateful.

“Thank you!” he yelled from the living room.

Melissa smiled at her small victory and headed to the kitchen. But before, she let out another yawn.

“Well, I guess, *yawn*, I guess I´ll fix something and then leave, I have work tomorrow. I can´t stay here, even if Jonathan needs to much help. Poor guy, but I guess he´ll be ok until tomorrow… maybe I can come back too.” She spoke as she grabbed a pan.

Time flew by, now Melissa was at her place, she closed the door and locked it behind her. She was extremely tired. She immediately headed to her room. She took her shoes off, and that was it. She was too tired to remove the rest of her clothes. It will be one of those days where she´s too tired to change into her pajamas.

She threw herself over her bed and laid her head on a pillow, but even as tired as she was, she couldn´t help but to think of Jonathan.

“Poor guy, he´s going thru so much, and there´s no one to look for him.” She asked him if he could call any relative, but he said he was alone, he had been kicked out of his house a couple years ago and now that he has had some success, life seemed to be taking it away.

“I hope he´s ok until tomorrow… if I´m not there… at least he has a neighbor who… cares… I hope.” She was too sleepy to think straight, but still, she could recall Lillian, what she ignored is that she did care, but she didn´t knew how much.

As soon as Melissa closed her eyes, she passed out into a deep sleep. She figured the milk won´t do anything; the other day, no effects were shown on her. Or at least that´s what she thought, she didn´t mind to step in front of the mark on her kitchen and check if she was as tall as she used to. She only figured out everything was the same because of the way her clothes fitted; the same way they used to.

It was time for her to rest, she ignored the real reason for her extreme tiredness. How did she manage to remain awake, that´s something she wasn´t sure, but what´s for sure is that she ingested a big amount of milk, and now, it was time for her body to process it.

Melissa had tried to spend the most time she could with Jonathan, trying to make sure he didn´t have another episode of his now common shrinking, or vomit again. He assured her he was feeling well and that there was no need for her to worry.

She was so tired and had so much to do the next day that she couldn´t help but to head back home, leaving Jonathan alone.

It was around 10 pm, Melissa had been long gone by now. Jonathan simply walked up and down thru his house, just checking his new view of the world. He hated it. He was too short to look at what was above the counters. He had to look up to the door knobs too. He questioned the reasons as for why a man in his mid-twenties could shrink. It was very much impossible.

He decided that it wouldn´t help filling his mind with these thoughts, so he decided to distract himself with other thing. Videogames. Why should he feel sorry for himself when he could spend the rest of the night enjoying several hours of digital fun?

He went upstairs, taking a tat longer than he should, he didn´t recall the stairs being so long, or so hard to walk on. But it seemed just logical.

He hopped into his gamer chair and turned on his computer. He was ready for it, he hasn´t played in days, all thanks to the deep worry he was feeling. But he shouldn´t let it take control. He ignored what was causing it, so if he couldn´t stop it, he should at least enjoy small moments of happiness, such as this.

Playing online was something that always made him happy, even more when he was considered among the top players on certain games.

He didn´t need big muscles or an athlete´s condition to attempt such a thing. He only needed a good sight and fast reflex. “Ok, here I come.” He said as his monitors were turning on. This was it, time for him to enjoy, time for him to get some satisfying distraction from the outside world.

He was really excited at first, but that excitement turned into distress as he realized a couple things. The mouse he used was now much bigger; the thing seemed to be at least twice it´s size, he couldn´t handle it with such grace as he did. Besides, his keyboard was the same thing. His fingers were too short now, instead of just making small movements with his hand, he had to move it all the way closer to press the key. He couldn´t just place his hand on the table and move it from side to side as he used to.

He had much less control of his “tools”, he could adjust the chair´s height, at least, but he felt useless. He felt as if he was playing with numb hands.

He was known by some people now, and they were all asking if he was ok, or if he allowed some other person to use his account. He had never been that bad playing, not even when he first started. His skills seemed to be gone, and all thanks to his sort of “disease”.

After an hour and several games later, he gave up. He couldn´t enjoy it if he couldn´t play properly. He thought it was going to be easy, just another day of gaming. But it wasn´t. His hands were now too small to cover the length of the keyboard, which delayed his moves, a lot. Even with his mouse, he felt much clumsy trying to handle it with it´s huge size.

He logged off from everything. Then, he just fell back on his chair. He couldn´t believe it, this thing had affected him in more ways that he had though of. If he couldn´t play, then he will lose all he had worked for during these years. All he´d built will fall.

He rose his feet and hugged his knees. He had been greeted by several people once he logged in, he knew everyone was expecting to see his regular development on the game, but he failed.

He was too ashamed of it, so he logged off without saying a word. He was afraid. His main and only income came from gaming, if he couldn´t play, then how was he supposed to earn money? He wasn´t doing it for the money, he was doing it to be independent. But how was he supposed to achieve so if he couldn´t play?

He knew it was just a matter of time before people to stop waiting and just leave him behind. He couldn´t tell them about his actual condition because no one will believe him. And if he tried to show them, how will they believe what they see it´s true and not some edition. He was in trouble.

How long will it be before he couldn´t afford living where he lived. He needed to pay the bills, and with no income, it will be just a matter of time before his money vanishes away. He had savings, but not enough to pay for everything during years. If he spent his money wisely, then he´d be able to stay there for a couple months. But what will he do next?

Where will he go? He had no family at all to support him. He could count on his close friends, but, how close where they? He didn´t tell anyone about his current condition, and no one had texted or called to check on him.

He started taking deep breaths, he was going to some dark places now. He needed to figure things out, but at their time, right now, he needed to settle down. Breath. Try to fix things one by one.

He had an idea, could there be some sort of smaller mouse and smaller keyboard? One half the size of a normal one. If he could find one, or even have one made specially for him, then he could make things work.

It was barely past 11 pm, so he had time. He decided to do some research online. Now, a feeling of hope had him going.

Meanwhile, something else was happening next door, more precisely, someone else was awaking.

Lillian had been sleeping tight during the last couple hours. In part, because she was a morning person and always woke up really early to jog; on the other hand, she had drunk from her own milk. She ignored the effects this could have, but she needed to pretend as if there were not such effects, at least in front of Jonathan.

Her eyes were opening. Taking in the little light that crossed thru her window. It was night already, so the only thing that kept everything from pure darkness were the street lighting. At first, everything was dark and blurry for her, but in no time, her sight cleared and she was able to notice something, she fell asleep for hours now.

She thought she´d take a short nap and go back with Jonathan. She knew he´ll shrink again and if he woke up, then she wanted to be there for him. She wanted to be the one in whose arms he´ll run for protection. She wanted to be his everything.

But she had pretty much failed now. She didn´t know it but, a certain someone had been there for him. Melissa. She disliked the idea that she could become closer to Jonathan than her, imagine if she found out she spent the whole evening with him while she was sleeping. She´d be pissed.

For now, she had some stretching to do. She had been sleeping for hours now. She stretched her arms to the sides, as usual, but when she did, she hit her night´s light. “Oops” she said. She figured out she needed to be more careful. She knew she had long arms, so she figured out she was on that side of the bed, what she ignored was that she was right on the middle.

She wasn´t sure what effects the milk will have on her. As far as she knew, she could shrink like Jonathan or maybe not. Maybe there will be no effects on her. But she was wrong.

She turned on the night´s light she´d just hit, and once the light was on, it revealed something, her. She couldn´t see herself, but if she´d had some mirror on the ceiling, she´d see what the milk did to her. First of all, she´d be able to see that her feet hung from her queen size bed, they cleared the bed all the way passed her ankles, almost reaching her calves. And that wasn´t it, the clothes she had been wearing were all ripped. The seams of her pants had overstretched and set loose, allowing her growing body to take up the space it now needed.

Her yoga pants had stretched and rose all the way to her now swollen calves. Meanwhile, the fabric covering her previously thick thighs was unable to stretch that much. There where two huge holes to the sides of her currently sturdy thighs.

But that wasn´t it, her hips had widened, giving her a much matronal figure. On top of that, she´d put on some more soft flesh on her abdominal region, which wouldn´t be noticed since her boobs did some major growing.

Her blouse failed to contain her growing and bulging tits; her currently enormous feminine mounds had swollen breaking thru her currently shredded bra. How much cup sizes did she gain? That´s a good question.

As her shoulders seemed broader, her skin had maintained a soft look. Her hair seemed shinier too. Overall, she was now much more woman than she used to. Now, she had a much larger and hourglass shaped body. Even if she had gained some pounds, most of them were driven into her hips and breasts, giving her an imponent feminine figure.

The thickness of her body alone could turn any men into desire. Still, she wasn´t aware of that, right now, she was just getting the strange feeling that her clothes were too tight on her.

Lillian let out a loud yawn as she sat on bed and stretched one more time, even her arms seemed ticker now. She frowned as she felt her bra tighter than it should, so she decided to remove it, but that´s when she noticed.

As her hand touched her boob, she could feel something strange, how come it was so big? She knew the size of her breasts, they were big, but she wasn´t expecting to bump into something this immense. She grabbed her other breast with her other hand, just to confirm the whole thing, her chest had turned into gargantuan proportions.

She could feel her hard nipples as she ran her hands thru the swollen and soft flesh of her boobs. She felt the wet spots around her nipples. She figured she´d been dropping some milk during her sleep.

“Oh my… is this… is this what happens when I drink my milk?” she wondered, ignoring that not only her boobs had swelled, but that her whole body had done some augmentation too. As she became aware of her whole body, she noticed the soft breeze on her thighs, the over-tight fit on her calves. She even noticed her belly being slightly more pronounced.

Suddenly, a sense of fear came over her. But, unlike Jonathan, she had not become smaller or weaker, instead, her body had turned more imponent, stronger, she will stand way higher than if she´d wore any pair of heels. Her previously statuesque body was now more on the gigantesque side, which she was about to discover as she rose from bed.

Now, Lillian will be aware of the effects that her milk has on her, the question is, does it affect all people the same or, is there something in particular when it comes to a male or a female?

Back at Jonathan´s place, he was still sitting on his desk, looking at his computer as he made some online purchases. After a little research, he found out that there were in fact devices made in smaller sizes. He found a keyboard and a mouse that were about half the size of a normal one, so he added that to his wish list, then to the cart and finally, he hit purchase.

He felt more relaxed as his previous issue seemed to be resolved, even if it wasn´t the major issue he had, at least he could still play some games in a more decent way. Now, he had some hope.

Jonathan decided to call it a day, it was midnight already, not the time he normally goes to bed, but it´s been a long day, so why not ending it as soon as possible.

He hopped down from his chair and semi-climbed over his bed, he had no sheets on it since Melissa removed them and placed them on his washing machine. Still, he had a pillow and a blanket, which was enough for him.

The bed was so big now that he had much more space, and the pillow seemed insanely big. He just took a deep breath and tried to find the right spot to sleep.

He thought he´ll take much more time, but he didn´t, in a matter of minutes, he was sleeping. But, inside his mind, there were some thoughts coming to life.

Jonathan found himself standing in the middle of nowhere, looking at either side he could see nothing but darkness. He tried to yell, or that´s what he thought, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, he heard something, a stomp. It was loud, but he couldn´t see where it came from, he turned everywhere, but nothing showed up, then, the stomp became two, then another and another, loud sounds that he could actually feel.

The floor beneath him was quaking, and, as the sound became louder and closer, he began to move too. He was actually jumping, but not on his own, but because of the movement the heavy weight of whatever was causing the stomps made. It felt surreal.

Then, he felt it, a presence, only that it was a big one, he turned back and was finally able to see what was causing the whole thing. When he turned back, he clearly saw a foot, but not a regular one, it was a gigantic foot, the ankle must´ve been leveled with his head. He swallowed, how tall was he? Two or three inches?

“JONATHAN!!” Said the voice coming high above the foot, he recognized that voice, it sounded like, Lillian! He turned up, but he couldn´t see much. The thickness of her hips and thighs was not allowing him to see much further.

“LILLIAN!” he tried to yell, but he knew his voice could not make a sound loud enough for her to listen.

“JONATHAN!!!” she yelled, making his ears hurt because of the loud noise she made.

“I´m HERE!!” he screamed and waved, but it was useless, she didn´t saw him.

Suddenly, she began to move again, this time, in his direction.

Jonathan was running, trying to run away from Lillian. He gave his best, but her strides were much longer, then, he tripped, falling tight on his chest. He turned and looked up, only to see a huge foot about to step on him, at his size, he´ll be mashed. He covered his face with both hands, to keep himself from looking.

“NOOOO!” Yelled Jonathan, but not beneath a giant foot, but on his bed. Turns out, it was all a dream, more like a nightmare actually. He was so scared that he sat on bed without noticing.

He could feel the sweat on his forehead, it was all so real, even if the whole thing seemed made up, but he could feel everything that was going on. He accommodated himself in bed, rubbed his eyes and turned at his digital watch, 6 am, that´s the time he read.

It had been months since the last time he woke up at that time, usually, he´d be sleeping thru the whole morning. But now, his sleep had been interrupted by some bad dream, he was sure he won´t be able to sleep again. Not because he feared he´ll be stomped on but because of one thing, his height.

How tall was he now? Did he shrink overnight? There was only one way to find out, he stepped out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He figured he´d be able to check if he was as tall as the previous mark that was made on the wall, there´s no need to make a new one.

Every step he gave just made his heart beat faster. What if he was shorter? What if it wasn´t the milk? So far, he could remember Melissa´s words, she told him that he should stop drinking from the milk, to discard it as an option of the things that could be shrinking him.

He walked slowly, thinking more with each step, but even that way, he arrived to the kitchen. He wasn´t able to reach the light switch, but the morning light coming in thru the window made the room clear enough for him to look.

He stopped, standing right in front of the mark Melissa made the day before, he didn´t like it. He was scared, what if he wasn´t that tall anymore? He felt the same, but everything else didn´t. Even if his body felt the same way it always did after he shrank, there was one thing for sure, he wasn´t the same. Everything was out of reach and his clothes were much bigger than they used to.

But he had to do it, he had to be a man and take it. Not knowing won´t make things easier. Even if he doesn´t do it, there´s the inevitable fact that he´ll be thinking about it the whole day. He was alone and had nowhere to go, so his mind will come to think of it constantly.

Jonathan took a deep breath and then stood right in front of the mark. He stood straight, drove his hand over his head and then placed it tight on the wall. He turned, leaving his hand right where it was. He didn´t dare to look at it, he was still having second thoughts, but he decided to peek, and that´s when he saw it.

His hand was right where the mark was, he didn´t shrink. For the first time in days, he woke up with no shrinking episode. It felt almost like a miracle. He decided he should tell Melissa, so he rushed for his phone.

He called her, but there was no answer. “Oh SHIT, she must be sleeping, it´s like… 6:15 in the morning… I´ll text her.” He thought, he was aware that she had a job and worked on a 9 to 5 basis, but he wasn´t sure at what time she left for work or the time she woke up, so he decided to text her. He sent around three messages.

The main thing was that he told her he didn´t shrank. But, as he remembered, on the last message he sent, he asked her: “What about you? Any changes?”

He decided to wait, most likely, she won´t answer so quickly. Jonathan sat on his couch, for the first time in days, he had a small victory, and he was happy about it. But he ignored one thing.

As his messages arrived to Melissa´s phone, they made it buzz over the night´s table next to her bed. It buzzed once, twice and by the third time, a hand grabbed it, only that, it was a really big hand.

Jonathan was sitting on his couch, waiting for Melissa´s reply. Now, it was about 7:30 am, he had been waiting for over an hour to hear from her. He had turned on the TV, decided to distract himself while he was waiting; he couldn´t help but to check on his phone every ten minutes, sometimes not even five.

He wouldn´t admit it, but he was starting to feel anxious. He ignored what was going on in TV and just allowed his mind to drop some ideas for him.

“Ok, no answer so far, that´s ok, maybe she´s still asleep.”

“Well, it´s been thirty minutes… is she ok or… did her phone died?”

“7 am already, she must be awake now, for sure. Women need some more time to get ready so… “

“I wonder… did she shrank like me? Is she like… scared?”

He could not think straight, so he thought of everything, even the idea that she had no signal. But Jonathan had to be aware that he wasn´t much of a priority in her life. She´d known him for a really short time; they were not like on a relationship or anything.

At most, they were friends. But still, part of him felt as if he needed to know. He was craving for an answer, a call, even a text with a happy face, anything. But then, he was interrupted, by himself.

It was his stomach, rumbling, he was hungry. He couldn´t ignore it, he woke up over an hour ago and have done nothing but to wait for a reply. He decided it was necessary to eat something, whatever.

He drifted into the kitchen, the stove was pretty much out of reach, so he won´t be able to cook. He opened the fridge, in the hopes that he will find something to eat. As soon as he opened it, he faced something, the gallon of milk. His mouth watered for a moment, but he promised Melissa he will stop drinking it.

Jonathan couldn´t help but to want it, need it, the smell, the flavor, everything on it made him desire the taste of the thick creamy liquid, but he couldn´t. He turned away, searching for something else, something that didn´t need to be cook.

After searching for a while, he pulled out an apple. Not what he had in mind, but it will do until lunch. The question is, what will he do during lunch? For now, it was too early to think of it, so he just went back to the living room and checked if there was any message from Melissa.

He checked and to his surprise, nothing. He sat back on the enormous couch and ate the apple while he watched some TV.

Done… with the apple, the TV and waiting. Jonathan was tired of it all. He needed to set his mind into something else, whatever, then he thought: “What if… I… what if I visit… Lillian?” that wasn´t such a bad idea, maybe she had finished with her morning exercises, besides, he´d feel better with some company.

He looked at his clothes, they were too baggy, but he had nothing else to wear. Should he step outside and walk all the way to the house next door? He had to think about it.

He knew that if he stayed alone in his house waiting for Melissa, most likely, he´ll end up wasting his time, and starving until 5 or something, there was no chance she skipped work just for him.

He gave it one last try, he´ll call Melissa, if she answers, then he´ll wait for her, but if she doesn´t, then he´ll visit Lillian, no matter how embarrassed he was.

Jonathan grabbed his phone and dialed her number; the phone rang a couple times until…  it sent him to voicemail. He tried one more time, same thing happened. If there was a third time, he was sure things will be the same. Now, it´s time to resign and follow plan B.

Jonathan watched himself on the mirror, his shirt was too big and too long, it seemed more like a man´s large night gown, that came all the way passed his knees, his calves and almost reaching his ankles. His shorts were too big, lucky for him, his underwear still kind of fit. He had no shoes to wear, so he decided to go all the way there, barefoot.

He felt odd, like some sort of gnome or mythical creature, wandering thru the land of gigantic people. Lucky for him, at this time, most people won´t be home, so there´ll be no one else but him on the street, hopefully.

He left his phone behind, opened his main door and stepped outside. He peeked, trying to see if there was anyone outside… there wasn´t. He gave one step, then another, and another. Before he noticed, he had left his front porch; being outside made him feel anxious, what will someone do if they spot him?

He needed to rush. He accelerated his pace as he made it to Lillian´s porch, then, he stood in front of the door. Everything seemed bigger, for once, he couldn´t reach the door bell, so he knocked.

*knock* *knock*

He knew he wasn´t making much noise for her to notice. He turned back, maybe she will arrive home, if she isn´t home already. Also, he needed to make sure no one was watching.

He knocked again, harder, but no one came to open the door.

He didn´t like the way he was feeling now, Melissa wasn´t answering and neither was Lillian, he felt as if he had been left alone, alone in the world.

He knocked again. *knock* *knock* *knock*

But this time, he spoke.

“L-Lillian! It… it´s me… Jonathan…” He wasn´t sure what so say, “Uhmm, I… I don´t know if you´re home so…” he stopped, why would he say something if he wasn´t sure she´ll listen, besides, she was way too sweet to leave him waiting outside, most likely, she wasn´t home.

Jonathan stepped back. His heart was beating hard inside his chest. He counted on Lillian, he needed her now more than ever. But what could he expect, he couldn´t reach the doorbell and his hands were too small to make a decent knock on the door.

Jonathan turned, and walked away, making sure no one was watching him. He felt sad, he made it all the way there just to find out Lillian wasn´t home. He rushed to his house, but as he did, he stepped on a rock. He was barefoot, so it hurt like hell. He jumped over one foot a few times before he returned to his normal pace.

What he ignored was that, Lillian was home. In fact, she made it all the way to the door, but she couldn´t allow Jonathan to see her the way she was now. She was barely covering herself with some bed sheets.

She was huge, enormous even. The bed sheets she was wearing as a “dress” barely covered her swelled body. Her previously thick body was much thicker than it should. Even those king size sheets only covered her torso and a small part of her legs.

Under the white cotton fabric of the sheets, her much larger and pronounced breasts were contained, and so was her round swaying butt. Barely, her body was too big for it.

From behind, you could glance at how much the sheets failed to do their job. Her hips and butt were too big for the thin fabric. The round sturdy flesh of her ass was barely cover. If she kneeled, then the sheets will rise all the way up and display her naked butt. If they didn´t rip all the way up.

At the same time, her enormous cleavage was too big to be hold. She had to grab the sheets with her hand, else, they´ll fall and show her sensuous large body. Her hard nipples were showing their erect shape under the sheets.

She laid one hand on the knob the second time Jonathan knocked, her hand was enormous, the door´s knob seemed like a small toy in her hands. She wanted to open, but she couldn´t, he´ll be too scared now. What would he think if his neighbor appeared to be a gigantic woman, even bigger, and almost naked? She had to hold herself.

She just peered thru the window´s curtain, just enough to look outside and watch him leave. When he stepped on the rock, she couldn´t help it and just said: “Aww, you poor thing.” She wanted to open the door and hold him in her enlarged arms.

“Honey… I… I´m sorry.” She said to herself as a sad feeling flow over her. She felt as if she had let Jonathan down. Alone.

But she couldn´t do anything. She had a plan, things had to flow in a certain way, else, things could go wrong. She knew that she had to wait. Jonathan had proved that he needed someone, he´ll fall in the arms of despair in no time and agree to anything just to be able to feel safe. She wanted that, she wanted to be his savior, his protector, she was craving for things to take place soon.

The only thing that stopped her was this sudden growth, how come she wasn´t aware of it? No one told her that if she drank from her own milk, she´ll grow into a giantess.

“Stupid doctor… results may vary my ass…” she spoke with a mad tone, “and when are my clothes arriving? The site said immediate delivery, it´s been like five hours… if they´re not on their way…” even if it wasn´t on purpose, someone was stepping in between Lillian and her little Jonathan. Hopefully, she doesn´t take it up with the delivery guy.

A few moments later, Jonathan was back at his place. He was tired. He sat on the floor with a feeling of defeat and loneliness. How come, no one was there for him? It was sort of selfish to think that way, besides, people had other things to do. It was about 9 am, too early, at least for him.

He just laid next to his front door, wondering if someone will come and ring his bell. Of course, that won´t be happening any time soon. Maybe Melissa, but she must be at work now, and he left no note or anything on Lillian´s door for her to notice he was at her house.

Jonathan tried to set his mind into something else. Maybe his purchase. His small mouse and keyboard. The things he bought were not precisely in the country, so they´ll take some extra time to be deliver.

“Ok, as soon as those things arrive, I´ll be able to get back to work…” he spoke, videogames were the distraction he needed. The only thing that will set his mind away from this gigantic world, will be a virtual one. He just sighed and decided to wait.

Time went by, he couldn´t stay there all day, so he stepped up and decided to do some chores. He failed with every single one of them. Things were just, too big. They felt heavier on his tiny hands, hard to hold too. After attempting several things, he resigned. He will do nothing, he stood five inches below three feet tall. What could he do?

He just laid on the couch, and checked his phone. It was around 10 am, still, no reply from Melissa. But at least he had spent a whole hour “doing” other thing than waiting.

“Why? Just… WHY?” spoke Jonathan, “Why is this…” then his words were interrupted by something, the door.

*ding* *dong*

Rang the bell, followed by a firm knock.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Jonathan stepped up immediately, who was it? Could it be… Lillian? She was the only available person now; Melissa was working. He gave a few steps towards the door, but then, he heard a couple more knocks, but harder this time.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Whoever it was, wasn´t much patient. Jonathan had his doubts, should he open? He just peered at the shadow that could be seen thru the window next to the door. The person standing there was tall, really tall, and also, had big boobs.

Jonathan smiled for a second, it was Lillian! She´s the only one who´s, well, the only woman he knows who´s that tall and with boobs that big. He felt happy, and in a certain way, attracted by the large cleavage he could barely see.

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

“Ok, I´m coming…” he whispered.

Why was she on such a rush right now? Maybe, she´s just worried for him. A person who´s shrinking is not supposed to be left alone. Perhaps, she just wants to check on him.

Those were the ideas he got as he walked to the door. Then, the knob turned, he had forgotten to lock it when he came back from Lillian´s house. But it was ok, Lillian could be trust to get in. No problem.

Jonathan just stepped back and waited for her to open the door on her own. To his surprise, the door was open with such a force, that it blew a lot of air to his face. He almost fell on his back. It seemed very sudden, and odd.

As he blinked, he said: “Hello Li…” he stopped, as he craned his neck to watch the gigantesque lady at his door, he was sure of something… that wasn´t Lillian.

Thick legs, wide hips, and a huge cleavage, barely contained by the clothes she was wearing. Her legs were too thick for the tight spandex shorts she wore. In any second, those things could rip up because of the swelling flesh beneath them.

Whatever she was wearing, seemed like the tightest crop top he had seen, he could see the soft flesh of her mid-section in full display, her belly button was way higher than the top of his head. And her creamy flesh seemed soft. Above, the top had a really hard time holding her enormous breasts, so round, so firm. He could see the underside of her boobs as she stood there.

He glared at her whole body, when he set his gaze down, he noticed she wasn´t wearing any shoes, she was standing there on her bare feet. Feet that were huge, at least, three times the length of his own, one in front of the other. He swallowed.

She was standing so tall and with no heels. She had a much thicker body than when they last saw each other. He ignored if he was still able to tell someone´s height accurately, but if he had to guess, then, the woman standing right in front of him must be at least 6´6”.

He spoke: “M… Melissa?”

It was her, Melissa was standing in front of his door, displaying her sensuous new body, covered with a few and over stretched clothes. But, there was something else, as she leaned to give him a better look of her face, she showed him something. Rage.

She stepped in, pushing him in just with her imponent body. Jonathan almost tripped as he tried to walk backwards, pinning his eyes into her majestic body. Her boobs bounced with each step and her hips did nothing but sway pronouncedly as she walked. What was going on?

She slammed the door closed behind her and said: “YOU! You tricked me!” she declared.

Jonathan was confused, what was she talking about?

“How could I trust you with your: “Melissa, I don´t know what´s going on…”Fuck that¡ You knew very well what was happening” She stepped closer and closer to him, until she pinned him to the wall.

All Jonathan could see were her swelled thighs, overstretching her really short shorts. He was amazed, but overall, scared. Why was she acting this way?

“Because of you, now I´m a gigantic bimbo!” he was looking all the way up to her, but all he could see was the underside of her enormous breasts and her eyes, filled with rage.

“M-Melissa… I… I don´t know what do you…” she cut him off.

“Fuck that! You know very well what you did, just look at ME! I woke up like THIS today, wanna guess why? Oh right, it´s because of your stupid MILK!” she spoke.

Jonathan couldn´t get it. As he stared at the amazonic woman in front of him, he wondered: ”The milk did that?”

He had to think straight. But Melissa´s enlarged thick body was stopping him. Still, he could come to think about it. He didn´t drank it last night, and today, he woke up standing at 2´7”. The same height he was when Melissa left.

But, she drank a whole lot of it. A lot. If the milk did this, why did Melissa grow? Wasn´t she supposed to shrink? There should be a logical explanation. For now, he´ll have to deal with the enraged giant in front of him.

“Mel…” he was about to speak when she reached for him and held him by the neck of his shirt. She picked him up all the way until he was eye level with her.

His feet were dangling in the air a good three feet off the ground, or even more. He took hold of Melissa´s wrists feeling he´d fall in any moment. Her limbs were much thicker, he was not able to surround her wrist with one hand. But he held into it like a thick metal bar.

“LISTEN! Don´t play stupid with me, I don´t wanna hear anything but the words “antidote” and where it is…” clearly, he knew nothing about a way to reverse whatever was happening to both.

If the milk was the cause, then how or what will the antidote be? All he cared for now, was that she didn´t threw him to the ground.

“Uhm, Melissa could you…” he tried to speak, but she won´t allow him to.

“QUIET! You´ll only speak when I tell you to, so shut your mouth.” She was furious.

In the morning, her phone was what woke her up, naturally, she reached for it with her hand. But she didn´t like what she found out. First, she felt as if the phone was closer, she didn´t even had to stretch her arm how she used to, or even stretch it at all.

Then, she felt the size of it. It seemed much smaller than she remembered. Her long fingers surround it as if it was an old tiny phone. Any remain of sleepiness in her was vanished by it. Then, she rose from bed, higher and higher.

She could feel the breeze in her semi-naked body. The clothes she was wearing last night had been rip by her own growing body. Her new bigger curves needed much more space than the one her old clothes could provide. Her hips were wider, her ass was rounder, and her boobs, they were beyond colossal.

She couldn´t believe it, her main question was why? Or even, how? But, reading the name of the person calling washed all her doubts away. As soon as she saw Jonathan´s name, all her questions and insecurities became anger. Now, he´ll be the one to take the blame for all this.

As soon as she found the “cause” she searched for clothes that still fitted and headed outside, towards Jonathan´s place.

Now, she was at his place, but not in a nice way. “Now tell me…” she took a good look at him before she continued, checking his body from head to toes. “Did you shrink? You seem smaller but that´s because of the fucking growth spurt I had… now speak, are you smaller?” she asked, making Jonathan quake deep inside. He wanted Melissa to come, but not like this.

“ANSWER ME!” she yelled as he took longer than she wanted to talk.

“NO!” he replied, loud and clear so that she didn´t lose her patience. If there´s some in her.

“No? Ok, so you didn´t drank from the milk after I left?” she asked, and he simply said no, moving his head from side to side.

“Good! I guess, there´s still milk on that gallon in the fridge, right?” she asked with a more relaxed tone. Still, she sounded as if she had something in mind.

“Y-yes.” He spoke.

“Very well.” That´s all she said before throwing Jonathan over her wide shoulder and carry him all the way to the kitchen.

Once there, she opened the fridge. Jonathan was still over her shoulder when she did. She closed the fridge´s door and placed the gallon on the counter top. After that, she placed Jonathan there too. He was confused.

Melissa grabbed the gallon again, opened it and set her gaze straight at Jonathan.

He was beyond nervous. Before, she was tall, but she seemed nice. Now, she was almost four feet taller than him. She was mad, beyond mad, and he could tell. All this only made her seem much more dominant, everything she said was an order. He was afraid of her.

“Ok, now listen to what´s going to happen.” She began, with the gallon in hand. “I´ll ask you once more, BUT, if you don´t give me the answer I want, then, I´ll force the whole milk remaining on the gallon into your mouth. That´s right, either you give me what I want or I´ll make you even smaller!” She declared. Jonathan´s heart beat hard on his chest; he knew nothing about the milk. What will he do?

He froze right there and just stared at the Amazonian woman in front of him. The gallon seemed utterly small while she held it on her now enormous hands. He could see how her long fingers had a firm grip on it. Of course, the extra force she was applying was because of her anger. But what fault did he have?

In the first place, she was the one who offered to drink the milk, he didn´t ask her. Second, yesterday she seemed eager to have more, she enjoyed it as much as he did. “Why is she blaming me… besides, she´s not a shrimp like me…” he thought as he stood there, quiet.

For sure, whatever the milk contained turned her into a gigantic woman. Jonathan could see how her whole body had grown. She was not only tall, but thicker body too. Her hips were wider and her now longer legs were swelling under her tight shorts. Her torso seemed stronger, even her arms seem to carry more muscle under a healthy layer of fat. It all made her seem more dominant; which was bad for him.

“I´M WAITING!” she declared as she frowned at him. She was mad enough, to have her wait for an answer could be even worse.

“B-but, I told you, I don´t know…” he spoke, causing her to scowl even more.

“Of course you FUCKING KNOW!” she yelled back.

What was she saying? Wasn´t she aware that he had gone down by over three feet now? If he knew, then why was he a small tater tot and not the 5´9” guy he used to be?

“Why is she so mad… at ME?” he wondered. It´s true, he was the one who had the milk on the fridge, and yes, he also bought it, but he was not the one to blame. Up until yesterday, or even today, neither of them knew what caused the shrinking. Now, they did, but it wasn´t so pleasant for him.

“I… I…” Jonathan tried to speak, but the enormous and enraged woman terrified him, with each “I” she stepped closer to him. He couldn´t take it anymore and decided to speak up. “It´s not my fault! Come on, just…”

Then, Melissa slammed the gallon on the table, right next to him. Cutting him off. He started shaking.

Right now, she was breathing hard, he could even feel the air that came out of her nostrils. He swallowed. Jonathan could already feel how her huge hands will open his mouth and force all the remaining liquid down his throat.

But she didn´t. Instead, she took a minute to think about it. He was so small, so fragile. She didn´t even felt his weight as she shoved him up her shoulder. Maybe he wasn´t the one to blame.

*sigh* “I guess you´re right…” she declared feeling defeated and turning her madness into sadness.

“I… I am?” he spoke.

“YES!” she said in a sour way. “Sorry, I mean…” she changed her tone into a more serene one. “I guess you´re right… it´s not your fault. Haha, come on, just look at you, which man would like to be tiny like you?” she said as she pointed at him with her hands.

“Ouch…” he spoke.

“Sorry Jonathan, I think I… overreacted, but come on! The milk was in YOUR house, who was I supposed to blame?” she spoke.

They were too busy on their own drama to realize something. Jonathan purchased the milk only because of a recommendation. One that Lillian gave. For now, they stood there, in silence. Waiting for the mood to turn back into a lighten one. In the meantime, something happened next door. A package had arrived.

*ding* *dong* rang Lillian´s bell. It was a delivery man, who stood next to three huge boxes.

He read the description on the boxes just to be sure he was at the right house, he said: “Clothes? All of these are clothes?!… well, women certainly…” and he turned at the sound of the door opening.

He was about to make his regular greeting, but he stopped. The guy stood there, craning his neck to look at the enormous woman standing in front of him. His eyes were wide open when Lillian spoke.

“Morning… are those for me?” she had a friendly tone, but the guy freaked out, never had he seen a woman that tall, what´s more, that big. Her body, only covered with bed sheets, dragged most of his attention. He ignored the reasons for her “outfit”, but he didn´t care. All he knew was that this woman was huge… everywhere.

Lillian noticed his shock, which also made her feel kind of confused. She decided to take some action and grab a box. “I guess that´s a yes…” she spoke as two big long arms aimed for the box and lifted it. The box was heavy, but it didn´t seem that way in her hands. She lifted as if it was nothing and placed it inside her house.

One by one, she brought in the three boxes as the delivery man kept staring at her. He swallowed and just extender a piece of paper to her.

“You want me to sign?” asked Lillian, he just nodded.

The guy was barely able to say thank you before he left. Lillian said nothing about his behavior because, well, she knew why he was acting that way. If you were a woman covering the whole door´s frame, wearing only bed sheets, those type of looks won´t be something so strange. Still, the guy could´ve shown some manners.

“OK…” she spoke as she opened the first box. But as she bent, the sheets covering her fell to the ground. Exposing her smooth flesh. Her butt was enormous, titanic even. So round, so firm. She had to order a ton of clothes because she ignored which size she´ll be, she needed to cover all of her augmented self. That´s why she ordered clothes all the way up to the biggest size they had.

She just covered her enormous breasts with one hand, and she realized she needed two. Not even her huge hands and long arms could manage to cover the enormity of her rack.

“Hold on… this is MY house… I should be able to walk around naked if I want to…” she thought.

That was true, it was her house and she could do as she pleased. But she would want for a certain someone to make her company. What she wanted was for Jonathan to come over. Be a guest on her house, under her rules. Rules she had planned a long time ago. She was ready for him, she had clothes now. Now he won´t freak out when he spotted her semi-naked, but her new height will be a problem.

She opened the first box and saw a bunch of shirts in it. “Ok, let´s just hope this all fits.” She said as she started digging into clothes.

Back at Jonathan´s place, things had cool off a bit. But it cannot be forgotten that Melissa broke in and almost force the small guy to deal with her rage.

“I´m sorry Jonathan, it´s just that…ughh, I guess I let myself go, and all of my problems just fell down on you… sorry.” She said. Now, they were both sitting on the couch.

Jonathan seemed really small next to his amazon of a friend. Before, when she was 5´6”, she would´ve been huge compared to him, now, she had grown a whole foot; she seemed gigantic when compared to his 2´7” frame.

“It´s… ok you know. I mean, at least you stopped before… something bad happened.” Jonathan was thankful that she had stopped, but the idea that she could act in such way, it just didn´t make him feel safe. She had overpowered him in every way, she just kept going, mad as she completely dominated him. He hated to think about it, but what if this was a side effect of the growth?

He was no expert, but what if the bigger she got, the stronger her emotions will be? At least she calmed down. His question was, will it last?

He would hate it for his new friend to become a rage monster every time she feels some discomfort. Even now, she seemed to be uncomfortable. But why wouldn´t she.

Melissa just woke up to find herself grown into an amazonic woman. Her body had expanded into proportions she never thought she´ll have. At least not without getting fat. Her body had grown quite nicely, adding more flesh into the right places.

But that wasn´t necessarily good, for her. None of her clothes fitted, so she had to wear her “lose” clothes to make it all the way to his place. Still, those clothes were tight as hell on her. If he wasn´t so scared, then he would´ve been glaring at her boobs since the moment she arrived.

None of her bra´s fit, so she had to wear only a shirt. But her boobs were so big that the shirt seemed more like a crop top. Her nipples were poking out on the swelling flesh of her breasts. And that wasn´t the worst part.

She could only fit into a pair of gym shorts she had. Which were so tight that they were almost giving her a wedgie. The fabric of the shorts just tried to make it all the way up on her expanded derriere. Her butt was round and juicy, shaped as a peach. And her thighs were so thick now that if she bends too much, then the seams will break and her clothes will rip off from her.

Her clothes were so tight that it displayed a perfect camel toe on her. It would´ve made Jonathan salivate just by looking at it. But she was aware and decided to hide it.

“So… uhm, do you know how tall you are?” he asked, worried that she might take it the wrong way.

“Yes… I do. I measured myself because, well, I couldn´t believe this…” and she just pointed at herself. “You know. The tape said 6´6”” she declared.

He swallowed. Even when he was his regular height, Melissa will completely tower over him. Then he recalled, wasn´t Lillian the same height as she was now? Maybe she was curvier, but still, about the same height.

“Jonathan…” she spoke.

“Y-yes” he said.

“Can I… borrow some of your clothes? You know, the ones you used to wear, these clothes are too tight.” She spoke.

He nodded and they headed upstairs. Walking behind her was glorious. He could glare at her long thick legs as her butt flesh swayed from side to side. He was ecstatic.

His heart beat faster as each of the steps made her butt quake. Her cheeks trembled with each powerful stride. And he was there to witness.

He stared at her until he felt a bulge beginning to rise on his pants. “Shit” he said as he began to look somewhere else and tried to distract himself.

It seemed long, but they arrived to his room.

She stopped right under his room´s doorframe, and he passed her by, noticing he was just about thigh level with her. He entered and said: “Ok, there´s the closet… but I guess you´ll have to grab the clothes yourself.” He spoke.

“Why?” she asked.

“Cause… I can´t reach” he said in a sad way. She just bent and caressed his head with her hand.

Melissa just smiled and said: “It´s ok, don´t feel bad.”

She stood back up, placing her hands on her hips, and added: “Ok, let´s see how this goes… but, I think you should wait outside.”

“Me? Why?” he asked.

“Because, I´ll get naked silly, I don´t think it´s ok for you to stay here.” She spoke.

His heart skipped a beat, he did want to stay, but she was right. Maybe it wasn´t such a good idea. He´ll cum the second he spotted her sexy body naked. Right now, he was barely able to hold himself as he could feel an erection still rising on his pants. Lucky for him, they were loose enough to hide it.

He waited outside for a very long time. The only thing he could hear was how she opened and closed drawer after drawer. He could listen the sound of the hangers hitting the tube as she grabbed one shirt and then another, and another.

He wondered if she´ll find some clothes that fit her. He was, used to be, a medium sized man; or even on the small side of medium. His torso was slim enough to fit on a small shirt. But she won´t. Her breasts were swelling enormously out of her chest. She´ll need an extra-large shirt to keep those magnificent boobs of her covered.

Also, her butt was mesmerizing. None of his pants will fit on her. Not even the large one´s he had. He was sure that her butt alone weighted as much or even more than he did. He was kind of enjoying it. For some reason, to imagine her gigantic body made him horny.

As he was sitting outside his room, he could only try to visualize Melissa squeezing herself into his clothes. He had fantasies of her pushing a pair of tiny pants up as her butt was too big to allow them to fit. He tried to picture her swollen thighs ripping the seams of his pants as she tried to fit into them.

Melissa was a big woman now. Her limbs had become thick and sturdy. Not meant to be entrap in men´s medium clothes. No, she needed large woman´s clothes, well extra-large. Lucky for him, and her, he knew just the right woman. And she lived right next door.

Lillian was about the same height and… he doubted if she was “bigger”. He had seen Lillian´s breasts before, and her wide butt, but he wasn´t sure if it was the same size or bigger than Melissa´s. But wasn´t it a good thing?

If she was bigger, then her clothes will fit better on her. He stood up and knocked on his room´s door.

*knock* * knock*

“Uhmm, Melissa… have you found anything?” he asked.

“NOO!” she answered. Feeling desperate by the fact that his clothes were still too small.

He stepped back, he didn´t want to make her mad, again. He had a suggestion. “Would you… would you like me to go to Lillian´s house and ask her if you can borrow some of her clothes… I´m pretty sure they´ll fit you…” he said and waited for her response.

There was a small moment of silence as he waited for her reply. He knew she was thinking about it, so he gave her some time. “Fine.” she spoke, “but, what are you gonna tell her? I mean, this is kind of a strange situation…” she spoke, but she also remembered the fact that Jonathan had shrunk. And she had already seen him.

Maybe she´s used to the height changes around them… at least Jonathan´s changes. She was hopping that she´ll agree, no questions asked.

“I… well, uhmm…” he had no clue, but maybe the truth will be a good idea.

“You know what, just make it quick. Say whatever you need and come back ASAP. Also, it´ll be better if I can borrow some jeans…” she spoke right before Jonathan left.

He walked down the stairs and made it all the way to the front door. He opened the door and stepped out of his house. It was almost midday. And his stomach churned due to the lack of food inside his body. After the panic had gone, his body returned to it´s normal functioning. Now, it was time for a meal.

“Ok, let´s get there, ask for the clothes and come back… maybe Melissa can cook… like an apology food or something…” He was kind of scared still, but if she had some remorse, then she´ll make him a favor, or a meal.

He walked all the way to Lillian´s house. Wondering. Will it be as easy as he thinks or is she going to make his small visit a big one? He had no clue. He just rang the bell and waited. He was getting too small, he had to jump to reach the button. He was really embarrassed. And what´s worse, his shorts almost fell off. Lucky for him, there was no one looking.

He stood there for a moment, and then, he heard her. Huge stomps getting louder as he knew she was approaching. He was confused, why did she sound so big? He knew she was… curvier than Melissa, but how much more did she weight that made the floor sound like that?

He tried to remember; did it sound like that already? Then, she spoke.

“Coming!” He stood still, feeling the discomfort beginning to rise thru his spine. He could feel quivers of fear flowing thru him. Maybe he could run. Hide on a bush or something. But what would he tell Melissa? That he feared Lillian?

He had to take it easy, Lillian was different from Melissa. First, she was kind. Not that Melissa wasn´t but, his current impression of her had changed… dramatically. And second, if he had already seen Melissa on her current height, then Lillian will be the same. He should have the same perspective of both, maybe Lillian was still like an inch taller, but how much difference could it make?

Finally, the door opened. He smiled. Stood straight and set his gaze up to her. “Hello Li…” but he stopped talking.

Jonathan thought he´ll be looking at Lillian the same way he was looking at Melissa, so he set his gaze at the same level. But he was wrong. He found himself craning his neck higher and higher. What was going on?

He turned back down, at her feet, to see if she was wearing heels. But she wasn´t. And they were both on even ground.

He was confused. She seemed taller, way taller than Melissa. And that was not it. She had larger… proportions.

Let´s begin from the ground to the top. She was on her bare feet. Feet that seemed huge! He couldn´t believe how big they were, even her toes. He looked at his own feet just to find out how small they seemed.

Above, her calves were so round, so thick. It seemed to him that they were as big as his two thighs joined together. He just felt scrawny.

He rose his gaze, passed her round knees and found a huge pair of thighs. So meaty, so firm. He knew that beneath the smooth layer of fat she had, there were strong muscles that held all this woman´s heavy body. She was wearing a pair of pants, but even if they were made to fit loose, this were tight. He could see her thighs swelling under the fabric of her pants, threatening to rip them off.

But he kept looking up, witnessing how her thighs swell thicker and wider as he stopped to look at her hips. Way wider than Melissa´s ones. He swallowed. He could see how her clothes sank over her vagina. Displaying it´s sensuous shape. He turned, not wanting to cum in excitement. She was so big, so hot, and yet, so imposing. He feared of what she could say. She was much more woman than he was used to.

He realized his head barely made it past her knees. She was humongous. But that wasn´t it. He kept going up. Above her wide hips, she had a still shapely waist. Only that it seemed to be, maybe, sturdy. He knew she was a curvy woman and that she had a little fat stacked in her. But her belly seemed to show more now. Pushing itself slightly under the surface of her top.

He kept rising his gaze, part of him realized she was wearing a tank top, but the other part of him couldn´t take his mind off her boobs.

Her breasts were gigantic. Enormous. Monstruous. At his current size, he was more than sure that he´ll fit inside a single one of her bra cups… if she was wearing any. He swallowed and turned bright red when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her shirt. He could see the puffy nipple under her shirt. Her breasts were so big that the nipple was located at the bottom of her breasts. Her enormous rack hanged sensuously, yet firmly under her broad shoulders.

Jonathan was having a hard time thinking straight, all he could see was Lillian´s enormous body; while the only thing he felt was how his body temperature was rising with arousal.

She just bent so that he could see her face passed her enormous rack and smiled at him. He didn´t know what to say, he just stood there, salivating at her.

What he ignored was that she was as excited as him, but for a different reason. She just admired how tiny he was now. It made her feel so big, so in control, so… matronal. She knew that the second he stepped in, he´ll be all for her. And why would she need to wait.

“Jonathan, honey, would you like to come in?”

Jonathan said nothing while he stood there, dumbfounded as he looked up towards his gigantic neighbor. Still, he heard her words, a part of his brain was still working. He nodded with his jaw wide open.

“Very well, come in, dear.” Said Lillian as she stepped to the side.

Jonathan just followed her with his eyes as the gigantic woman stepped back up and moved to the side of the door. From his point of view, her body took over all of the door´s frame. But that couldn´t be, right?

Maybe Jonathan was getting too small to notice the real size of things. More when we talk about people. But there was one thing for sure, she had grown.

He had the idea that a Melissa sized Lillian will open the door. But he was wrong. Not only she was taller than her, but also thicker. He wasn´t sure what had happened, but now, Lillian was a lot taller and a lot curvier. Her augmented body carried way more mass than it did before. She didn´t seem fat to him, more like, lofty.

Her larger proportions made her look august, majestic. For a tiny man like him, she was staggering. All he could do was breathe thru his mouth as she moved or talked. His brain had too much to handle right now. He couldn´t even move any more.

Lillian stood there, with loving eyes, looking at him from high above. She wasn´t sure how tall she was, or if he had shrunk any further, but there was one thing for sure, her plan was working right as she wanted.

Of course, growing herself was not something she planned, but now, she figured it will only make things go on in a faster way. She placed one hand on her swelling hip and said to him:

“Jonathan, honey, are you alright?” He was, maybe.

“I… I…” he had to say something, anything. By now, it was more than obvious that he´s been luring at her since she opened the door. “NOTHING!” was the best answer he could give.

Lillian rose an eyebrow as she looked at him from above. Of course, she knew he´ll notice her growing, but she didn´t want to say anything. Judging by his reaction, he was into it. Enough to turn him speechless. But she wanted to tease him a little.

“Are you sure?” she said in a carrying yet sensuous tone.

“Y-yes! Very sure… everything´s fine.” He said as he smiled up to her.

He couldn´t deny that the colossal woman in front of him made him feel nervous. She was so big, sensuous, every single thing on her pushed all of his buttons. He couldn´t act normal.

“Ok honey, if you say so…” she said before he started walking in.

He remembered the main reason for his visit. He needed to get clothes for Melissa. The other gigantic lady, who was at his place, naked… He swallowed, he didn´t need any more reasons to be horny.

Little by little, he stepped in her house. He could listen when the door closed behind him. He swallowed. He was standing inside Lillian´s house, again. But, why was he feeling so nervous?

Was it because he couldn´t deny the fact that Lillian was taller? Perhaps, there could be something going on with everyone around. He didn´t step out of his house so often, what if there was something going on with everyone? But that couldn´t be, he would´ve known. The media, news alerts. For sure, if there was something going on that affected people´s height, he´d be aware.

Now, the only people he knew who had changed were Melissa, him and, of course, Lillian. He turned at the behemothic woman standing behind him. She started walking towards him, at his current size, it was amazing.

He could see how her swelled body bounced, firmly yet sensuously, with every step. The way her hips swayed, the bouncing of her breasts, even the way she walked. It was all too much for him. As she stepped closer, he could feel as if she was growing, towering more and more above him. Until, she stopped, right in front of him.

Jonathan was wondering, what did they all had in common? Was it the place they lived? Was it his house? They had all been in his house, so far, the most affected one was him, what if people´s height changed depending on how much time they spent at his place? Or… maybe, was it something they ate, or… drank?

Of course, Melissa and him had already target the milk as the most possible cause, but now, his brain seemed to be resetting itself. When Lillian stopped in front of him, it was time to restart everything.

There she was, the kind neighbor towering above him. How tall was she anyways? He was looking straight at her thigh… kind of.

His gaze, if it was straight, aimed right at the end of her swollen thigh, a tat above her knee level. She was gargantuan, for sure, so seven feet tall won´t be a wrong guess, although, she could be taller.

He had no idea right now, aside of having a really hard time thinking straight, his perception of things had changed, a lot. But if her head clearly exceeded the door´s frame, then she must be about that tall. Although, he should wonder how much she weights.

Jonathan kind of felt as if she was pulling him close. As if her enormous body had a gravity on her own. For sure, she caught all his attention, but, was there something else?

“Awww, you poor little thing, are you having a hard time talking?” she spoke, she couldn´t take it, he was so small now, she had some instincts that just came out of her, maternal instincts.

Looking at him, so confused and sacred, she couldn´t hold herself. She wanted to pick him up and cradle him with all her love. And, why shouldn´t she? He was small enough, or was she big enough? She wasn´t sure, or cared.

“Come here…” she said as she started bending and reaching for him with her arms.

Jonathan´s eyes opened widely, was it another dream? Was she really aiming for him? He tried to protest, but no words came out of his mouth; he tried to move, but his body didn´t respond. There he was, at her mercy, defenseless among the amazonic woman.

Before he could tell, she had already placed her huge hands on his sides and, with a gentle yet firm hold, she pulled him up. Closer to her. As she picked him up, he could notice a change on his view, as well as a deep fear.

It seemed to him that he weighted nothing for her. Besides, he could see how the floor was receding, his feet were losing more and more ground as he rose.

He could glance at her body as she picked him up. It was like looking at the two-page model image on a magazine. He started low, her calves, then her thighs, her hips, everything was wide, fleshy, enormous. Then, he passed thru her belly, smooth, yet firm, even if she seemed stacked, her belly wasn´t outstanding. But, something else was, her breasts.

He felt a rush of quivers flowing thru him as Lillian pulled him right about boob level. They were so big, round, firm. Her humongous breasts just hung there, heavily, as if they were calling him. He wanted, no, he desired to touch them, feel them. But he couldn´t. Before he noticed, he passed them and was now looking straight at her face.

Lillian had an adoring expression, with a tender smile. Warm and inviting. He felt kind of bad for luring at her. She was just kind to him, he felt as if he was abusing her hospitality, or maybe her trust. He had dreams about her, desires.

Now, it all seemed as if those weird dreams he had just became real. There he was, in the arms of a majestic and gigantic woman, who also happened to be his neighbor. Everything was unsettling. When he met her, she was taller than him, by a foot maybe, now, he felt tiny.

He could feel her enormous hands holding his body. He disliked the fact that even her fingers felt so huge, those long fingers of her could reach every part of him. He feared that they´ll come close to his member.

Jonathan was having a hard time holding himself, he could feel his member getting harder and harder. And there was worst news, Lillian held him closer.

She couldn´t resist it, she wanted a hug. She pulled him into her, placing his head slightly above her bosom; pinning his body right in the middle of her enormous rack. He panicked.

There was definitely no way she won´t notice a dick poking into her. He tried to accommodate himself, put his knee right in the middle, or arch himself to separate his member from her creamy breasts. But it was useless. She didn´t even notice him trying to pull away, she was way stronger than him.

After a moment, he gave up. She was way too big and too strong. He resigned on allowing her to do as she pleased. But if she didn’t like the fact that the guy next door had an erection while she hugged him, the he´ll be in trouble.

Lucky for him, she didn´t care. She knew since the very beginning that he desired her body. And she was ok with that. Now, the only thing she cared for was to have him in her arms. Love him, care for him, protect him.

“Jonathan, honey… you´ve gotten too small…” she said from above. He swallowed as she kept talking.

“I mean, look at us… I know I´m a tall lady,” tall lady didn´t even began to describe the way he looked up at the gigantic woman, for him, she was as tall as a building. “But you look so small sweetheart.” He knew it, she didn´t need to remind him of it.

“I bet there´s a lot of things a man like you can no longer do, isn´t it?” she asked.

That kind of hurt, of course, there were millions of things he cannot do. But he had shrunk all the way to 2´8”, even counter tops were taller than him. He just replied in a sad way, “yes.”

“Aww, now, don´t feel bad dear. It´s ok, maybe, if you can´t do a lot of things now, perhaps, it´s time for you to look for someone to take care of you.” She declared.

“Wha… I mean, I can… you know, I don´t need someone to…” she cut him off.

“Shhh shhh, relax, it´s perfectly normal for a man to ask for help. You know, I´ve been really worried for you lately.”

“R-really?” he said looking up to her. She cared for him?

“Yes. I´ve seen how you, well, how you´ve gotten smaller and smaller. I´m worried dear, I bet you can no longer cook for yourself.” She was right. It was almost lunch time and his stomach was empty.

“Well…” he tried to speak, but she didn´t allow him. Not that she shut him, but she just talked over him.

“I know you´re alone, that you´ve got no family who can help you… but, so am I.” where was she going with all these?

Lillian had a plan since the very beginning. Ever since she gave him that milk, her milk. She had waited for this moment to happen. Now, was it the right time?

“You know Jonathan, I´m not a very busy woman, I would love to take care of you. And,” she said looking at him with loving eyes, “I wouldn´t mind if you stayed at my place.”

Jonathan was confused. Stay like, how? Moving in? She was kind and carrying, but also huge. Was he willing to move in with his gigantic neighbor?

Jonathan thought of it as a mere act of kindness. Someone helping a friend who was in need. But he was wrong. Beneath all that love an affection, there was a woman who once was broken. A woman who, surrounded by despair, fell in the wrong idea that she needed to be a mother. And what´s worse, she found a way, away from the norm.

Lillian didn´t want a man to be her boyfriend; which was what Jonathan thought. He had the idea she wanted to seduce him, like some single women her age. With her thick body and lusty looks, she was a total milf. But he was wrong, what she truly desired was a man who made her feel as the mother she never was.

“What do you think?” she said with bright eyes. Hoping for his answer.

“I… well, that´s really kind, but…” he didn´t want to give an answer, he needed time to think about it. Consider the good and bad aspects of that idea. Being pinned into her boobs made it really hard, so, he made another question.

“BUT, right now… I need a favor, I mean, I don´t want to sound rude or anything, but there´s something I… well, not me, someone else, Melissa, yes, she needs to, uhm, if it´s not much asking, can we, well she, I… can you lend me some clothes for her?” he said, in a very rushed and nervous way.

Lillian was confused. She knew Melissa was the girl form the other day, but wasn´t she like… 5´7”? What if… definitely. If that woman drank from her milk too, and she had the same effect as her, then, she may as well be 6´3” or a little more. Lillian had no idea how the milk worked, in terms of height. Inches more inches less, she ignored the whole thing.

“So… Melissa… your, ehm, friend from the other day, right?” said Lillian with a harsh tone. Apparently, Jonathan had said something she quite didn´t like. And it was a woman who may stand in between Jonathan and her. For now, she´ll play it cool.

“Yes, that´s her…” he replied, he noticed her sudden change on attitude, maybe she didn´t like to share her clothes? That wasn´t it, but he ignored Lillian´s plans.

“Sure, I can lend her something… let me just…” then she walked into the living room and lowered Jonathan to the couch. He could feel her bosom falling over him as she kneeled. He was about to be smother by an avalanche of boobs. But they didn’t hang quite much. He just stared at them as she rose back up.

“So, ehm, is this Melissa… taller?” she asked trying to pretend she wasn´t sure. “I mean, why would she want to borrow some of my clothes if she´s… not tall.” She was bad at saying things out of nowhere.

She had planned everything from the very beginning, even what to say, but that was in Jonathan´s case. She would not be able to pretend she´s not aware of the sudden growth on her or if Melissa grew too.

But Jonathan was not suspicious. Well, he was on the milk, but he had no idea where it came from.

“She´s… yes, she´s taller. I think, as tall as you? Well, no as tall as… you, ehm, did you… I know I´m shrinking but, have you like… grown?” he asked.

Lillian´s eyes opened widely, part of her panicked. So far, he hadn´t question anything. She figured out it´ll be him just thinking he had shrunk again. But if this other girl Melissa grew too, there was no way to hide it. Still, she could pretend as if she wasn´t aware of it.

“Oh, so you noticed too… thank God, I thought I was beginning to imagine things,” she lied, “At first, well, I thought, “Lillian, you´re putting on weight…” none of my clothes fit, so I figured out I should stop eating so much, then…” she was making up things, “I noticed something strange, my clothes were not only small, but short too. As if, oh my how silly, as if I had grown.”

Jonathan´s heart started beating hard inside his chest. Of course he knew she was taller, he could tell by the way everything looked around her. But, for some reason, listening to her saying it, it kind of made his member tingle. Why was he so turned-on by hearing a woman said she had grown? Was it because her boobs were bigger? Or her ass? There was something on augmented women´s bodies that just made him quake.

“But,” she continued, “given the fact that you´ve been thru the same, ehm, height changes, I bet you can tell there´s something wrong.” She said.

“I, well Melissa and I thought the same thing.” He said coming back to his full senses, still, talking about Melissa did bother Lillian, “We believe it´s… it may sound crazy but, there must be something going on with the milk.” He declared.

“Fuck!” Lillian thought, “They know! Do they? Are they sure?” she wasn´t sure if they could quite confirm that for a fact, so she lied again. “The milk?” she asked, playing the fool role.

“YES, she´s… well, you´ve also drank from it the other day right? Well, you´ve drank from it for a while now, haven´t you?” Jonathan wasn´t sure. She said she has since a few years, but, what if she was a petit woman before, maybe around 5’3” or something, and the constant drinking on the milk had turned her into, well, a giantess.

“Oh no, time to cut him off” Lillian thought, if she didn´t stop him, then he´ll find out, and she didn´t want that, not right now. “Well, maybe, you know what… why don´t we give this a bit more thought, but later, let me… let me just grab some clothes for your friend. I´ll be right back on a sec, ok?” and she left.

She rushed, trying to escape from his questions. At the same time, her majestic flesh did nothing but sway and bounce over her curvaceous body. He could even listen to the heavy foot steps of her. She was big, heavy, and sexy. He was sure that no other woman will carry that weight the same way she did. Also, he wasn´t sure if he´ll ever see a woman so tall.

Jonathan just waited on the living room, right where she left him. Meanwhile, Lillian was searching for some of her, now, non-fitting clothes. She was mad, enraged. He was about to discover the whole thing, and all thanks to that Melissa. Lillian was sure that, even if she did grow, she´ll be able to pretend that he´s the one who was shrinking. But if he knew another woman who also, and she wondered why, drank from her milk, then there was no point on faking it.

But she needed to settle down. She wanted Jonathan to see her as the sweet carrying neighbor, else, how was he supposed to fall in her arms looking for help. Her plan could still work, it wasn´t as if they knew where the milk came from… also, there was something going on, in her boobs.

“Oh no.” she said as she noticed a stain on her top. Apparently, being so close to Jonathan did one thing, make her lactate. She didn´t notice but, her breasts were filling with milk, and now, it was starting to come out.

“The pump, no… he´ll listen… then…” she had the idea that if he found her pumping the milk out of her, then he´ll be even more suspicious, but he wouldn´t be able to link her milking breasts with the milk from the gallon. But why giving him more clues. She figured that if she milked herself using her hands, then she can pretend she´s just using the bathroom.

It wasn´t such a bad idea. She stepped inside her room´s bathroom and locked the door. Then, she lose her top, she wasn´t wearing any bra beneath it, so it was easier to let her breasts free. She stood above the sink, towering way above the mirror, she couldn´t even see her face anymore. Using her fingers, she began to pinch the milk out.

It seemed as a waste of milk, but she was in a hurry, she kept going, pinching her nipples with her long thick fingers until all the milk came out. It wasn´t easy. Her gargantuan breasts carried a lot of milk in them. Plenty of milk that soon will be all Jonathan´s.

Besides, she couldn´t deny the pleasure it gave her. She felt quivers of lust flowing thru her spine as she kept going. One pinch at a time, letting the milk flow out of her boobs. She used both hands to empty both breasts at the same time, otherwise, she´ll take longer.

She even let soft moans as she did. Her knees trembled a little. She was used to the pump, but this felt so much different, so natural. She wondered, how will it feel to have Jonathan´s mouth sucking on them. For that, she still needed to wait a little more.

She could´ve made Jonathan suck on them, but he needed to ask for it. She couldn´t force him, if she did, then the plan will be useless. She could´ve forced him into it a long time ago, but she didn´t want that, aside of having him for her own, she wanted something else. A bond. Have him depend on her, beg for her, she wanted him to know that he was hers and only hers.

She didn´t want that other girl to step in the middle, so as soon as that Melissa leaves, she´ll pay him a small visit.

Jonathan walked in circles thru the living room. He was not an impatient person, but Lillian seemed to be taking too long just to grab some random clothes. He chose to believe that it was just the way women were when it came to clothes.

Perhaps, she thought that she won´t see those pieces again, or even searched for something she wanted no more. However, he was curious, did Lillian like Melissa?

He was a gamer. He had developed a certain type of skills thru time. He couldn´t quite read people like a therapist or a psychologist. But there were a few things he could notice. For instance, whenever Melissa seemed to come up in the conversation, her face showed some discomfort. It wasn´t much, but her cheeks shrugged a little indicating a certain displeasure. Some annoyance.

As if Melissa was some sort of bitter taste she had on her mouth. The truth is, he would not be able to tell why she disliked her.

Jonathan could notice certain things around him. Like an open window, a breeze coming from outside. Even small noises. But he was no detective. He couldn´t connect the dots and realize the real reason as why Lillian disliked Melissa.

For her, Melissa was stepping in the middle. She wanted Jonathan to have no other relationships with any woman other than her. She needed to isolate him. Set everyone away so that no one noticed he was missing.

The fact that he was in bad terms with his family was a very appropriate matter. That way, the people who should care the most for him won´t care or know that they should look for him. It seemed perfect. Little she knew that this girl Melissa could be such a pest for her plans.

Lillian wasn´t even sure who she was for him, a girlfriend? A mere friend? She had no clue. He once said she was a friend. But why was she visiting him so often? Did she want something more than a friendship?

Jonathan was starting to feel anxious. What if Melissa got mad for having to wait too long? Besides, how long had he been there? He had no idea at what time he entered Lillian´s house. One thing he knew for sure was that, at least, she went upstairs half an hour ago; even more.

“Come on… I think it´s been enough…” he thought as the idea of checking crossed his mind. But there was no need. He heard a door open and some heavy footsteps approaching.

Lillian sounded heavy, and as she appeared on his sight; he could tell something. She changed her blouse.

She was now wearing a tank top. A white one. He wondered if it was a bra because it was too short. It seemed to only cover her breasts. He could see how her voluminous flesh bounced as she walked. The top did too little to hold them in place as her bosom quaked.

He swallowed, feeling some arousal growing on him. “Why did she change?” he wondered, but the question he should´ve asked was why did she change into something so revealing?

Her smooth abdominal region was showing. He could see her soft belly in display. So much flesh kind of attracted him, much more since she appeared to be a giant statue walking her way towards him. He wasn´t even three feet tall anymore, still, she had somehow grown into a gigantic bimbo over seven feet tall.

“Sorry for the delay honey but I… I drop something on my blouse as I was looking for some clothes for your friend.” She lied.

Of course, she had to change her top to avoid the unnecessary questions on the stains located exactly over her nipples. And with boobs that big, it´ll be hard for him not to notice. She was sure his eyes were darted into her as soon as she stepped into the room.

As for the clothes. Lillian was carrying a pair of sweatpants, a couple tops and, even if he didn´t ask for, some shoes. Everything but underwear. Needless to say, even if Melissa´s breasts expanded, they were not as big as Lillian´s, well, as big as they used to be before they grew even larger.

Lillian kept walking until she stopped right in front of Jonathan. She was enormous, he had to crane his neck way up to attempt to see her face. But it was eclipsed by her swelling bosom.

“Here you go…” she said as she handed him the clothes. For a moment, she wondered if she should help him with it, they seemed too big for him to carry.

“Ehmm, sorry to ask honey but, can you handle those clothes?” she asked.

“S-sure” he replied, still trying to see her face over the giant bulk of clothes he was now holding.

“Ok, but if you need any help, I don´t mind carrying them all the way to your house, that´s what a good neighbor will do.” She declared, partly desiring to be alone with him, but Melissa was at her place so it would not be a good idea to go over there, at least not yet.

Lillian walked behind him as he made it to the door. She wanted to make sure he didn´t drop anything. The giantess following the man who didn´t even came up higher than her mid-thigh. She was so big, so plump, so curvaceous. He seemed as a mere follower to worship her goddess. Still, it seemed as if Lillian was the one helping him out.

She passed him by and opened the door for him. “I got you.” She said, smiling at him.

“Thanks.” He replied, giving the clothing a close look, he couldn´t take his eyes from them, else, he may drop something, and what´s worse, if he somehow trips, then the clothes will fall into the ground, together with him. Although, if he falls forward, then he´ll have a cushioning landing.

He thanked her again and walked away, still, he could tell Lillian had not close the door yet. She was staring at him from behind. He felt slightly nervous, but he thought she just wanted to make sure he made it to his house without falling. Little he knew, she was thinking on something else.

“Soon Jonathan, soon… I assure you that in no time you´ll stop wasting your time as that girl´s pawn and become my king… or should I say, my little king.” She adored the idea.

As he arrived to his door, he turned, only to check if Lillian was still there, and she was. She waved at him with her fingers as he opened his own door. Then, she walked in.

“Ok… I guess.” He wondered as he closed the door behind him.

“WELL, it took you quite a LOT.” Melissa said, walking downstairs as she covered herself with his bed sheets.

Jonathan dropped the clothes on the floor. He felt kind of tired for carrying the whole thing, but mainly, he did because of her. Melissa seemed voluptuous. And the way the light hit her from behind, seemed to give her some glow. Like an angel coming for him.

Her body seemed more solid now. Her breasts were round, firm; her waist seemed to have augmented, in a very feminine way, wider, rounding itself towards her thick thighs. Her legs were long, shapely, smooth to the sight. He couldn´t look at her enough.

“Wait! Don´t drop it, my… can´t you, UGHHJ! Ok, step back, I´ll pick it up.” She seemed kind of frustrated.

None of his clothes fitted her. Now, she felt more like a freak than a woman. Of course, not everyone knew she had been 5´6” not so long ago. But the people she did knew, they will stare. She didn´t need this. But, she couldn´t take it on Jonathan. He didn´t exactly asked her to stuff herself with milk.

She did so because she wanted. Part of her felt like she needed it, more and more of the sweet beverage. She caused herself this, and blaming it on him won´t help. Besides, he´s got a punishment on his own. Even if she grew no more than a foot in height, he had sure shrunken over three feet. Maybe it was time to stop acting mean and, maybe, be nice to him.

Jonathan stepped, almost jumped, back doing what she said. He shrugged a little, as he had anticipated, she was mad. But why would he be the one taking the blame, Lillian was the one who took over an hour picking the clothes. And, if you ask him, they seemed as a bunch of random clothes, not even matching sets.

Melissa picked everything up with her long arms, turn at him and said: “Ugh, I´m sorry… I´m not mad it´s just that… I´m kind of annoyed you know.” He nodded.

“I… I mean, why? Just why? Look at us… whatever that thing´s got inside, well, it certainly affects people. Maybe we should make a campaign, send some letters, make a protest, tell me, shouldn´t we? Cause this shit has affected our lives, shouldn´t we make this public?” she asked.

He opened his eyes wide. He didn´t want anyone to know about this. He wanted no one´s eyes over him. If he kept it as a secret, then, well, who knows, maybe the effects will vanish with time. He could hide at his house all the while, maybe even for a lifetime. He didn´t need any news papers or media to be aware of this. Aware of him.

“I… I-I, c-can we maybe… think a bit more about this?” he said.

“What!? Think more? Don´t you want to stop this? Wouldn´t you prefer if this milk didn´t affect any more people? Tell me? What´s more, you already saw Lillian, is she the same or is she somehow, different?” she asked, having a point.

“Well… she´s… taller.” He declared.

Melissa´s eyebrows rose “Taller? You mean, she grew, just like I did?” She asked.

“Y-yes…but, she´s not like you… she´s, uhm, like, maybe, a foot taller?” he replied.

“Shit! So this thing does affect people, see, I told you, my question is, why would she keep drinking that thing if she was obviously getting taller? You know what, I don´t care, let her be, but… we need people to know about this, to search for a cure, maybe we can reverse this. Don´t you agree?” she asked, looking at him from high above, casting a large shadow that covered him completely.

“I… I… but, I don´t… I don´t want people to see me lime this!” He yelled, he couldn´t take it. He wanted nothing to see with news, the press, anyone. He was nervous, alarmed, anxious, she kept pushing him until all that burst out of him. And she noticed.

Melissa could see the panic on his eyes. It was true, she was mad, but she was bigger, everyone seemed smaller to her, she felt annoyed; but things were different for him. She was not getting the same effect as her, for him, things were getting bigger, he was becoming more and more vulnerable as things kept going.

She sighed; she knew that this may not be the right time for this. First, she needed to find more people, make some research, for now, she had to change into some clothes first. But she had an idea on how to change Jonathan´s mood.

“Fine, I… it´s ok, we don´t have to do this, yet… but, why don´t we go upstairs, you know, so that I can change.” She said, bending in front of him.

“Ok, but, why do I need to go with you, I´m only going to wait outside the door like this morning.” He declares, cooling down a bit.

“Well, maybe… we can do this in another way.” She said, winking at him.

He wasn´t sure what that meant, but he followed her to find out. Whatever it was, she was smiling, so it should be something good.

He walked behind her. Even inside the large fabric of his bed sheets, her butt showed. He could see how her peach shaped butt swayed as she walked upstairs. He could see her cheeks quaking with each heavy step. What will happen, he wasn´t sure, but he was more than happy to find out.

They walked in and she closed the door. Then she threw the clothes into a chair on the corner.

“Ok, so… Uhm, do you need me to pick anything?” he asked.

“Well, not quite. Right now, I know I´ve been a total bitch about this… I think…” she said coming closer to him. “You deserve an apology.” She declared.

“Oh, there´s no, uhm, you know…” she cut him off, with a simple move.

She dropped the sheet that covered her. Before his eyes, he could see how the fabric fell into the ground and uncovered her body.

He felt quivers flowing thru his spine as he could now look at her. He had wanted this since their very first date, now, he was getting it, but much more than before. She was different from before; her body had grown in the right places.

Her previously feminine figure had turned into a much hotter one. Her hips, round and smooth were the first things he noticed. He said nothing and just directed his attention towards her breasts. Bare boobs hanging firmly high above him. He swallowed towards the majestic flesh of her bare bosom. So round and at the same time, so high. He wanted to touch, but he wasn´t sure if he was allowed.

Then, her face emerged from beneath her breasts, she said: “I think we can have some… action… but I wonder, could this count as an apology?” she asked, biting her lower lip.

He nodded, fast. “YES… definitely.” He replied.

She smiled and then, fell on top of the bed, spread her legs and said, “Ok, have fun, now, to apologize, you can do with me as you please, but be careful, you wouldn´t want to abuse the power I´m giving you.” She spoke.

“Power?” he wondered. Was this some sort of roleplay or was she just pointing out the fact that, even if he was “in charge” she was the one actually taking the lead? Whatever it was, he didn´t care.

He took his clothes off and ran right in the middle of her long legs. He could feel her flesh trembling beneath his hands as he attempted to climb.

Jonathan couldn´t believe it. It was happening, this wasn´t some other dream, she was going to get laid with him. He´d have rather for this to be with a woman his size but, more of her only meant more fun. He could caress her soft skin, going for what seemed miles as he finally jumped over the bed.

He placed his hands over her swollen thighs. Each was spreading over his bed, only seeming bigger, fuller. Once on top, he wondered “What now?” But his question was answer when his eyes spotted her vagina.

Her swollen lips seemed to call for him. He stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. But she spoke: “So… what are you waiting for? Don´t you like my body?” she asked.

“I… I…” he said nothing more as he allowed his body to act and shut his thoughts.

His member was hard, and pointing only towards one direction. He inserted hic cock in her vagina. What he wasn´t expecting was to feel how big she actually was. He could feel the enormity of her pussy surrounding his member completely. But he didn´t care. He just pushed forward, deeper inside her. Then he pushed his hips back, then forward again.

He was fucking her fast, moving his body at a pace only guided by lust. The only limit on whatever he wanted to do was his own imagination. He could listen to her soft moans as he kept going. He was now breathing hard.

He now felt how his member was as hard as it could be. Then, pulled it out and crawled up, up over the amazonic woman.

As he was passionately dancing over her, he noticed her breasts were giggling. Her nipples moving up and down, closer to him, he wanted them. He needed them. He had only one goal in mind now, touch them.

He could feel how his hands slightly sank on the soft, yet firm, flesh on her navel. He didn´t care much, he aimed for only one thing, her nipples. He dragged his hard member over her, tickling her as he kept going.

Once he was right where he wanted. He placed his legs to the sides of her ribs and stood there for a moment. Appreciating his view. Her majestic breasts, each bigger than his head, just laying there, for him.

He lost no more time and sank his fingers on them. He knew it, the felt as soft as he had imagined. Soft to the touch, still, they kept their sensuous shape. He messed with them for a while, then, aimed for the nipples.

He pinched them at first, played with them with his fingers. Melissa couldn´t help but to moan by the pleasure she was getting thru her sensitive nipples. She was only wondering: “When did they got so sensitive?” But she couldn´t care less.

Before she realized it, Jonathan drove his mouth into one of them. Why? Not even he had the answer. May this be the first time he does this in real life. He felt the sudden urge to take it in.

Once he had encircled her nipple with his mouth, he proceeded to suck on it. While he did so, he licked it, without breaking the seal his mouth had on her. He could feel it, it was hard. He had the big fat nipple on his mouth, and he liked it. Like a giant piece of gum, but one you can´t bite.

She moaned as he kept going, maybe he did bite a little, but just to turn her on even more. He liked this. She was a giant allowing him to play with her. This was a chance he couldn´t waste. He wasn´t even sure if there´ll be another. He kept going.

After a lot of sucking and pocking her with his member, she decided to put hands into it, quite literally.

“Ok, you won´t stop unless you come… am I right…” she said as she rose up and took hold of him. Gently.

She lowered him and placed him over her expansive lap. He could feel the cushioning softness of the fat that covered her muscles. Then, she rose her hand and aimed for his member.

“I know you didn´t ask for this, but… it´s been a while and I think I know the right way to finish this.” She was too big to find pleasure with him actually fucking her, so, other than having him play with her nipples all day, she decided to please him.

She held his hard member with her long fingers and proceeded to masturbate him. Pulling his cock with her index finger and thumb as she proceeded to caress his balls with her ring finger and pinky. It wasn´t easy, but she knew how.

Jonathan didn´t protest, he couldn’t even blink, that seemed to be the right stimulation he needed. He wouldn´t ask how she knew, but she knew.

He felt quivers flowing thru his spine. Jolts of pleasure guided thru his nerves. It was too much, and at the same time, he wanted more. She speeded up, then slowed down, then faster, and slower. That gave his body mixed signals, still, he enjoyed every bit of it.

He moaned, finally, feeling how a wide load was coming. Not even she saw it coming when he came hard, dropping every bit of it over her breasts.

He let out a loud moan as he did. And she was impressed. It was quite a big load for him. He then turned his tensed body into jelly over her lap and laid back. He was exhausted, sweating. And she, well, she had her boobs covered in sweat, saliva and yes, cum. But she wasn´t nearly as tired as him.

“Ok, I guess I´ll take that as an “apology accepted”” she declared before he laughed and closed his eyes. He was tired and it seemed to be a good time for a nap.

He fell asleep over Melissa´s gigantic lap. She didn´t mind, and he couldn´t care less.

She stepped up and placed him in bed. It was now time for her to try on the clothes she brought.

“Ok, I see no bra´s here… guess this´ll work.” She declared searching between the load of clothes that were over the chair. “Let´s head for a shower.” she needed to remove all of the sex she had over her. Mostly, the cum.

Meanwhile, Lillian was looking out from her window. Inpatient. May this be the tenth time she does this since Jonathan left. She wanted one thing and one thing only, alone time with him.

Before, it would´ve been great, even her breasts knew it was the right timing, but if Melissa was waiting for him back at his place, then she couldn´t reveal her plan.

“Fuck, what is she doing? Changing up can´t take this long.” Said Lillian as she kept staring thru the window. Pissed. “My poor Jonathan, don´t worry, we´ll be together soon, I promise… Mommy will come for you.”

Melissa turned on the shower and stepped in. It was time to wash away all of the sweat and cum on her, also, she could use a shower. She skipped her morning shower when she headed straight to Jonathan´s place.

She could recall the feeling of rage that came over her when she made her way to Jonathan´s house. As the water fell over her chest, she found herself having some guilty thoughts about what she did, more like what she was about to do.

Now, as her head stood taller than the shower itself, she considered that she may be too intimidating for Jonathan. She could recall the utter fear his face showed when she menaced him with shrinking him even further. But she couldn´t really blame him.

It was her idea to drank the milk; he may just have accepted to have a partner, someone to help him thru the whole process, or someone who could actually made things easier to understand. Like a couple searching for an antidote.

The warm water fell on her expanded breasts, then ran thru her curvaceous body. She soaped all of her feminine figure. There was much more to wash than she remembered. Even if her hands had longer fingers, there was a vast amount of flesh that had to be covered.

As she ran Jonathan´s sponge thru her, she noticed how truly big her breasts were, how wide were her hips and how round her butt was. And she was not only bigger, but more sensitive too. As she washed herself, she had to make sure not to rub to hard, else, she´ll find herself having some naughty thoughts. She wouldn´t like to proceed at his place.

If Jonathan would´ve been awake, then he´d have joined the sexy amazon on the shower. But he was asleep on bed. Sleeping tight after a well-deserved session of nothing but sex… and maybe other things.

“I hope he doesn´t mind.” Spoke Melissa as she walked out of the shower. Naked. The imposing amazon´s head was closer to the ceiling than she expected, she was feeling too big on this reduced bathroom; the worst part is, this bathroom was not smaller than hers.

She didn´t only felt big, but also cold. She didn´t gave herself a time to look for a towel before. Now, she was wet and naked, turning from side to side in the search for something to get dry.

“Hmmm, toilet paper?” she thought for a second, but she recalled something, there was a closet on Jonathan´s room.

She opened the bathroom´s door and headed to Jonathan´s room. Once she entered, leaving small puddles of water all over the floor, she turned at him. There he was, completely asleep, snoring even.

“How cute.” She whispered as she spotted the shrunken man laying in bed. “Now, I hope you don´t mind if I grab a towel… and these clothes.” She continued as she grabbed Lillian´s clothes and open a drawer.

She had to pull some drawers and some of the closet´s door before she actually found a towel. “What a mess, his shirt´s aren´t even folded, there´s like, a bulk of clothes there…” she thought as she walked back to the bathroom with a towel.

Back at the bathroom, she found out that the towel was a bit too small for her enlarged proportions. Her long arms seemed almost as long as the tiny towel. Even her legs, so long and thick, maybe she´ll need something much bigger to actually help herself. But this was ok, for now.

She dried herself and then covered her naked body with Lillian´s clothes. Which were not exactly fitting properly.

“Shit… these are, bigger than expected…” she declared as she watched herself on the mirror.

She couldn´t see her full face of course, but if she stepped back, then she could actually spot her body, at least most of it.

Lillian´s clothes were long enough, much better than those short jeans she wore, and not so tight; but that wasn´t the problem. Lillian´s clothes fit, at least vertically speaking, but their width, well, it was different.

Melissa found herself wearing clothes that seemed to be at least one or two sizes bigger. Maybe she´d be a medium on the extra-large clothing, but these clothes she was wearing, they seemed more like an extra extra-large. And she thought she was extra-large before.

“Just look at this.” She spoke as she pulled the end of the shirt she was wearing. “It´s freakin´ baggy.” The shirt was loose, much lose, even her enlarged rack didn´t fill the top as it should.

“And the pants, oh my… is there a belt here?” she spoke as she held those jeans, preventing them from falling. Turns out, Lillian´s hips were much wider than hers. Even after adding quite some inches to her previously thin frame, Melissa didn´t fill the clothing as Jonathan´s thick neighbor did.

“I mean, come on, if I was as tall, well… as short as I used to be, then these hips will be the one´s of a fat woman… but come on, is this woman Lillian THAT big? I mean, I feel tiny.” She spoke. And it was true.

Her hips widened, her breasts swelled and overall, her body had thickened into a much more feminine one. But for someone of her current height, Melissa still had a “lean” figure. At least in general. But her limbs held much more flesh than ever before. Still, Lillian´s clothes were too big.

The truth is, Lillian was bigger. Even if those clothes did no longer fit her, they were too big on Melissa. Lillian was thicker, more mature, more feminine. Her proportions were the ones of a mature woman whose hips had widened; heavy breasts that swell in all of her clothes; thighs that´ll put Melissa´s ones in shame, even now.

“Oh fuck…” Melissa spoke, as she tried to imagine the woman´s next door dimensions, she recalled something. “S-she´s bigger…”

She had forgotten one minor detail. Those baggy clothes were not big enough for Lillian now. Jonathan said she was taller, and given the “proportional” growth. It only meant that Lillian´s dimensions were bigger; wider and fleshier.

She tried to picture how big she´ll be the next time she saw her. Before, she was like a foot taller, maybe a little more. Now, perhaps, the height difference won´t be so astounding. But the width difference will.

If Lillian´s hips had swelled like hers did. If her breasts had inflated, if her thighs, her arms, everything… Melissa knew for a fact that the next time she spotted Lillian, she´d seem enormous. Much bigger than her, much wider, much more… intimidating.

She couldn´t quite get how was it possible for Jonathan not to panic and run away after he witnessed Lillian´s titanic size. At his current height, she´d appear to be a monument, a goddess, a giant.

“Maybe she´s nice to him…” she said, persuading herself. The only explanation for him not to run like crazy back to his place, was that Lillian was actually nice to him.

“Well, I´m glad the little guy has such a carrying neighbor… and a really big one too. He won´t be needing protection, that´s for sure.” She spoke, thinking that Lillian could led a helping hand whenever Jonathan needs one.

“Still, I need to know more about this milk… should I ask her? Maybe I can walk next door, thank her for the clothes and make a couple questions about this milk…?” She still needed an answer. She needed to know more about this milk that seemed to be a growing serum for women; for men, some sort of shrinking potion.

“Maybe…” she declared before she stepped out, fully clothed.

She cleaned the wet floor and disposed her old clothes. They won´t fit her anyway. Then, she put on some shoes, that actually fit quite well and headed back to Jonathan´s room.

“Still asleep?” He was laying in bed, maybe he shifted his position, still, as sleep as ever, with no sign of waking up.

“Well, goodbye Jonathan… I have to get busy.” She whispered as she closed the door. She had to buy new clothes, call in to work and try to figure what´s going on with that milk.

Before she left, she took a sample of the milk. She poured like half of the remaining amount on a plastic bottle and took it with her. Also, she took a picture of the gallon. “He said he bought it on the supermarket. I assume it´s the one that´s close.” She wasn´t sure what to do. She needed a plan but she had no idea where to start.

Surveys? Some online forum? There should be answers somewhere, but she wasn´t sure where to look. The only thing that occurred to her was to pay a visit to the market. But, should it be now?

She tried to think, she could go back to her apartment, drop the bottle with the milk and go back. But it was too complicated. “Ok, I´ll leave this here.” She said as she placed the bottle with the milk back on the fridge. “I´ll pick you up later.” She declared and then left.

Once outside, she made some theories. “Ok, now, let´s go check on that milk, maybe… I could buy a gallon. OR, I could even see if there´s abnormally tall women there. If I´m the only one, then that´s fine, but if I find myself felling average around the women there, then we can be sure it´s the milk there.” Now, it was time for her to pay a visit to that supermarket nearby.

“Oh, but…” then, she turned at Lillian´s house, before she actually left. She wasn´t sure yet, should she go straight to the market or, should she have a small talk with Jonathan´s neighbor?

“Nope… she must be busy, or working, maybe it is not a good idea to bother her. Besides, if she knows something about the milk, then she´s ok with it. I mean, I´ll struggle to find clothes, I wonder how hard it´ll be for her… now.” She kind of swallowed at the end and departed. She had to buy clothes and a gallon of milk. Although, she wasn´t sure on how to test it, yet.

What Melissa ignored was that, when she turned at Lillian´s house. There was actually someone peeping thru the window. Lillian.

“Finally! Bye bye Melissa, now… it´s time for me to step in… in a moment, let´s make sure she leaves.” She spoke as she waited for Melissa to leave.

She had to make sure she didn´t come back, else, she may have some suspects. So she decided to wait, five or ten minutes will be enough. But, even if it was not such a long time, for Lillian, it was.

Every minute seemed like an hour. She decided not to count the seconds but, if she did, she´d feel like every second takes a minute to pass. Time doesn´t go by that fast when you´re waiting. She wasn´t patient, at least not now.

She checked the time, only two minutes had passed. “Oh fuck me, just TWO!” spoke the gigantic woman, stomping one of her feet at the floor. She was heavy, and when she hit the floor, it made a really loud noise.

“Fine, I´ll do something else, while Jonathan waits.” She didn´t want him to feel like she was waiting for Melissa to go away to appear. It should be as natural as always. And not a planned thing.

Lillian had an idea. She was wearing a tank top now but, what will happen if she changes into something else? Something more provocative, something more, easy to lose. She grinned at her thoughts and headed upstairs. Her butt bounced heavily as she rushed into her room.

Meanwhile, Jonathan woke up. He stretched in bed and rubbed his eyes. He wondered, what time is it? As he turned and grabbed his phone. The time, 5:30. He could see thru the window how the sun was setting in the horizon. The sky was painted with an orange and red hue.

“Well, this day´s gone.” He said. Usually, this´ll be a good time to get busy with some online fun. But the mere idea of doing so bothered him.

He was still waiting for his new and small equipment to play. Else, he´d encounter enormous and hard to control equipment. He didn´t have to carry anything, but his fingers will not be able to meet up the speed of someone who actually uses a regular sized control or keyboard. His is the same size, but he´s not the same size he used to be when he was a pro.

He just woke up and headed to the kitchen, he was thirsty.

On his way down, he searched for Melissa, even called for her. But there was no reply. He figured out she left and let him rest.

Since she was nowhere to be found, he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He struggled a little to pull the now heavy door. But he managed to do it. Then, he searched for some water bottle. But the first bottle he spotted was not the one he needed.

“What the…? Is that milk?” he grabbed the bottle to get a closer look.

It definitely was milk. The consistency, color, even the small bubbles on the edge. He only needed to taste in to make sure.

“No, oh no, definitely not.” We all know what happens when he does.

He was tempted. His mouth watered just by thinking of the thick and sweet taste of it. So smooth, so…tasty.

He rolled the tap. Feeling the utter need to fill his mouth with it, but then, he closed it and slammed the fridge’s door.

“NO!” he spoke as he stepped back.

“No, I won´t fall for it. I won´t get any smaller. I can´t afford that.” He spoke as he turned his head down to look at the floor.

The floor was so close now. And his feet seemed so small. He had lost almost three feet in height. He wasn´t sure if he could vanish into nothing if he kept drinking the milk.

*ding* *dong*

It was the door. He rose his head and turned at the main door. Maybe some company will be good to keep all his worries away. But who was that? Was it Melissa? Did she come back for the bottle on the fridge?

He turned his eyes back at the fridge, but decided to open the door first.

He couldn´t reach the peephole, and it was not enough light outside to actually see who it was. He could only see a large shadow thru the glass.

He rolled the knob and slowly opened the door.

“Hello…” said a deep woman´s voice, sensuously.

He turned up and said: “Oh, hi…neighbor.” He smiled up to her.

Lillian was on the door, naturally, she couldn´t wait much. As soon as she changed, she “walked” all the way there. Almost jogging actually.

Lillian was wearing some spandex pants. Black ones. Really tight. Her large curves swelled, stretching the fabric on her pants. But that wasn´t the most eye-catching part of her attire. She was wearing a wrap top. With a knot on her waits, above her ample hips, but the top seemed too tight, on the bra area. Her breasts were enormous, barely contained by her blouse.

Her enormous rack, so round and heavy was pushing out the fabric. There was a huge boob window in the middle of the wraps on her top. If she moved too fast, no, even if she took a breath deeper than she should, then her breasts will pop out.

Jonathan´s question was, is she wearing any bra beneath that?

“So… are you gonna invite me in?” Lillian spoke, almost pushing herself in.

“S-sure.” Declared Jonathan who was having a hard time thinking in something other than her breasts.

Jonathan stepped to the side and allowed his gargantuan neighbor to come in. He could feel her heavy footsteps as she passed him by. She had to duck to come in.

He was now 2´7” while she was, he wasn´t sure how tall. But Melissa was 6´6”, still Lillian seemed like a foot taller.

Jonathan couldn´t believe how tall she was. Or how big. He felt tiny compared to Lillian. Even a single one of her legs was much taller and much heavier than him.

Jonathan´s head stood no taller than Lillian´s mid-thigh level. For him, she was not only tall, she was a giantess. The earth quacked beneath her, her head rose higher in the sky that he would, even standing above his own shoulders. A titan, a goddess even.

Her body was thick, heavy, carrying a vast amount of mass in all the right places. Her sensuous curves were too much for him, added to her cheering size. Jonathan could feel his member getting hard inside her shorts. But he had to avoid it, at all costs.

He walked behind her into the living room, he avoided staring at her huge peach-shaped rear. She was colossal, and so where her butt cheeks. Each one for sure heavier than his whole body. He hated himself for looking away from their quaking flesh, but he had to. Lillian was no amusement for him, she was his neighbor.

“So, Jonathan. How was your day? How were things with your… visitor…?” she said, talking about Melissa. She didn´t dare to say her name because she was the main reason why she didn´t showed up earlier.

“Oh well, everything was fine, you know, we…” he had to avoid talking about sex. “We had a good time.” He said, resuming everything.

“Well, I´m glad.” Said Lillian, who stopped right in front of the couch and then, she let herself fall.

Jonathan´s eyes widened when she saw her majestic flesh bouncing as she landed. Her breasts bounced like jelly, still in a firm way. But as they kept bouncing, something happened. Something that made Jonathan excited, uncomfortable and hot.

“Y-yo… your…” said Jonathan, who then pointed his finger at her breasts.

“What´s the matter honey?” asked Lillian before she turned down to where he was pointing.

Just as he thought, her top was too tight. Her breasts bounced and her breasts began to fell out. On her left breast, the areola was barely seen, but on the right one; the whole thing came out. She boob-flashed him with her whole tit out of her top.

“Oopsie, that´s… well, that´s not ok.” She giggled, not carrying too much as he was trying to look away. But he couldn’t.

Jonathan´s eyes were staring straight at her breast. Her bare tit was calling for him.

“Let me pull this back.” She said as she held her heavy breast with one hand but, even her large hands were not big enough to engulf the boob fully. Her hand sank under the soft flesh of her tit. Meanwhile, her other hand pulled her blouse, trying to wrap it back on.

Jonathan was right, she was not wearing any bra. And what´s more, she didn´t care. She even took a long time to pull her breast back in. It seemed to him that she was teasing him with it. His dick was hard on his pants as he saw the vixenous giantess accommodating her gargantuan flesh back in.

“There we go…” she said as she finally pulled her top on, then, she pulled the wraps over both breasts and squished them together. Massaging them a little as she did. “That´s it, back where they belong.” She spoke.

Jonathan was shocked. She didn´t seem to care that he stood there, ogling at her while she covered her boobs. So large, so soft, so… He wanted to touch them, but even if she allowed him to stare, that didn´t mean he could do whatever he wanted.

“I´m sorry sweetheart, I hope you don´t mind. It´s just that, well, I haven´t get used to this body, or these hulking tits.” And just like that she grabbed them again and squeezed them hard with her hands. Sinking her long fingers on the swollen flesh of her tits.

She was doing it on purpose. She was teasing Jonathan with her boobs. But that´s because she wanted his attention. What he ignored is that, if he would´ve asked her to touch them, she would´ve said yes. And not only with his hands. She was hoping to get Jonathan to do a certain thing to her breasts. Something using his mouth.

“I… I…” started Jonathan, not able to think in other thing that were not Lillian´s round swollen breasts. He even forgot what he was talking about.

Lillian was in control now, and she couldn´t waste her chance. “So… honey, did that girl Melissa, did she help you?” she asked.

“I… she… help?” he said, not making a full sentence.

“Yes dear, help you, you know, now that you´re shrinking, I thought she was here to help you. Like, cleaning, cooking. To assist you in your everyday struggles.” She declared playfully.

“Well, she… she didn´t exactly cook…” he spoke.

“WHAT!? But dear, haven´t you eaten already?” she asked. Showing a deep interest.

“I, well, no but, I haven´t been very hungry you know.” He said, trying to sound convincing. The truth is, he hadn´t had anything to eat in a couple hours now. And now that he thinks about it, his stomach was kind of grumbling.

“Aww, you poor thing, you haven´t eaten.” she asked, having an idea on what to feed him. But that needed to wait.

“N… yes, I mean, I… not very recently.” He admitted.

“Honey, you know, I thought she came her to help you. But I see she didn´t. Sweetheart, if I may, I must say that, if you want someone to take care of you, I can help you.” She said, with a carrying tone.

“NO, I… I don´t want to bother, I know you´re a busy woman and…”

“Nonsense.” She spoke. “I´m not busy, I have plenty of time. Time I could use to help my… defenseless neighbor.” She spoke.

“I´m not defenseless.” He complaint.

“Aww, but aren´t you? I mean, you live here… ALONE, honey, I don´t want to sound rude or anything, but that can´t be happening.” She declared with a more serious aura now.

Whatever Lillian was saying, Jonathan ignored her reasons to why. But he was not going to allow it. Where was she going with all these? What was on her mind as she smiled at him with a tender look?

Jonathan ignored the reasons Lillian had to say what she was saying. It came out of the blue for him. He felt sort of mad, it seemed that she was underestimating him. He was an adult; he could take care of himself. Hasn´t he done that during all these years?

Of course, he used to be an independent 5´9” man who managed to succeed the way he wanted in life. He wasn´t rich or anything like that, but he made it all the way to where he was on his own.

Now, it seems life gave a little twist. He´s been shrunken all the way down to 2´7”, the cause, that milk Lillian gave him. Her arguments bothered him enough to distract him and point his attention away from the milk; the milk and any growth or shrink that had been going around.

Now, as he stood up before the gigantic woman, who seemed more imposing than ever, he had to defend himself. Prove her he´s still capable of living on his own, even if he can´t. The truth is, his head doesn´t even clear the counter tops now, everything´s heavier and out of reach.

“Jonathan, dear, I´m just trying to help you out here.” Said the titanic woman as she took a step closer to him.

“What, help? I mean, I appreciate your… good intentions but, I think I´m ok.” He replied. The truth is he wouldn´t mind some help, but the way she called him “defenseless” it pissed him. It touched a nerve on him.

“Please sweetheart, listen… I don´t mean to sound rude or anything, just let me explain…” she started as her face showed some distress. It seemed to her that Jonathan was pushing himself away from her. And that couldn´t be. She was so close now.

“Wha… listen? What!? Are you going to point out the fact that I´m now a tiny man trying to live on his own? That I´m too small, too weak, too… “defenseless”?” he declared.

“Oh, is that it? Did I insult you when I said you were defenseless? Honey, listen, I didn´t mean to offend you, it´s just that… well, I wasn´t lying, you ARE defenseless. You´re so small now, so…” she stopped for a second before she said something that could bother him more, so, to make a point, she added: “What if someone breaks in and tries to hurt you? Hmmm, have you thought about that?” she rose an eyebrow and placed her hands on her wide hips.

He blinked for a moment, the truth is, Melissa had actually done that earlier, but he couldn´t admit it and prove her right. He just scratched the back of his head and turned at the floor.

“You haven´t don´t you?” she asked as she stood straight, appearing even taller.

“I… I think I can take care of myself…” he protested.

“But honey, the thing is… you can´t. Just look at you, you´re no longer the man you used to be. Even I back then didn´t thought you were so tough…” she admitted. How imposing could she found him when he introduced his 5´9” frame to her 6´6” one. She was the one who appear imposing to him; and now, that size gap had increased exponentially. She´s currently five feet taller than him. Over three times the size he is. Still, she knows he can get smaller.

“Ok but, I don´t need you here… I´m a man and I…” she interrupted him.

“I know… I made my mind and I think you would be better at MY place.” She spoke.

Jonathan´s eyes widened. Made her mind? Had she like… thought about this before? For an instance, it didn´t sound that bad, he did need someone to help him thru the day. He´s no longer capable of achieving much without a booster step.

“Y-your house… like, moving in with you?” that seemed really odd. And sort of inconvenient. She had just made both of her breasts pop out of her blouse. And she was at HIS place, now, how would things be if he moves in with her? Is she going to walk around topless or even naked? He could already feel the arousal growing in him just by thinking about it.

“Yes dear, MY place.” He could see some angst in him. She must wash away any sense of doubt or fear towards her. It was hard for her seeing how he protested rather than accepting her proposal. But she had to earn his trust. Else, she won´t get what she wants.

“Listen.” She started. “I know it´s… unexpected and maybe hard for you… but trust me, after some time, you´ll get used to it.” She said, not wanting to reveal her truth intentions, or the fact that she was the cause for his sudden “condition”.

“I… I don´t know…” he replied. Wondering if she actually said SOME time.

*sigh* “I didn´t want to say this out loud Jonathan, but… you need me.” She spoke.

Jonathan felt puzzled, need her?

“After the chat we had the other day, I know there hasn´t been such a thing as a maternal figure for you. You told me your mother left you at your own with your father, who didn´t love you, and your brothers, who I honestly believe haven´t called you since you left your house. Now, for me, it seems you have never felt how it is to have a… a mother, someone who cares for you, someone who looks after you, someone who can comfort you, Jonathan. I´m willing to… in a way, give you the love and attention you so long missed.” She declared, with some sort of open aura on her.

Was it real? Did she just said out loud what he heard? A “maternal figure”? Where did that even come from? Lillian seemed to be an attentive woman but… wasn´t she going a bit too far?

“I don´t…” started Jonathan, before she lowered herself and cut him off.

“I know it sounds… crazy but, well, you´re so… I just… please sweetheart, allow me to help you.” She declared.

“I think this is a bit… odd, maybe?” he replied.

“Nonsense, odd? Why? Why can´t a grown woman look after his adult neighbor who´s… ill?” she asked.

“Nothing but, a maternal figure?” he asked.

“There´s nothing wrong in seeing a woman that way. I just want you to see me as the woman who can help you, whenever you´re afraid, lone or even sad, I´d like to be the woman who can comfort you.” Then, she placed her hand over his head, engulfing his whole skull with one hand.

She had casted a large shadow over him, he panicked. This was getting sort of… weird. And the worst part is, her boobs menaced to fell out of her top again as she bent towards him. He craved for those giant breasts, but she must not know that.

And Lillian, well, she let aside some of the truth as for why she wanted to be that figure for him. It seemed logical, in a way. But this was not the time to confess her whole plan. So far, she didn´t even thought about it at all, she was supposed to come and take him with her. And he should follow, no questions asked. But it seemed that he doesn´t trust her that way… yet.

For a moment, there was an awful silence in the room. Everything was so quiet after Lillian´s confession. Jonathan needed some time to process the whole thing. Should he follow her or shall he stay? What were the pro´s and con´s on this proposal?

A pro is that he´ll be able to lure at Lillian´s enlarged body all day long. On the other hand, what if she gets mad and kicks him out for being a peeping tom? He´d still have Melissa but… he had proven before that she´s not so… trustable now.

After her unexpected rage display, Jonathan knew Melissa was not so… stable per say. Was it the growth spurt or… he just doesn´t know her that well? But Lillian, even after the growth spurt, she seemed as kind as always. Maybe it was ok to trust her.

“How bad can it be…” he thought as he turned at her and said: “I´ll… I´ll go with you…” he told her.

Lillian smiled, she joined her hands in what seemed to be a display of joy and said: “Very well, why don´t we go to my place now… it´s getting kind of late.” She wasn´t aware that Jonathan was more a night´s person, and that he had just wake up from a loooong nap. He wasn´t tired at all. But he followed.

“Hold on.” He said before making it to the door. “I, uhm, I need some clothes you know… and maybe a shower.” He added.

“Very well, go get them and I´ll wait here for you… unless… do you need any help reaching?” she politely asked.

“Oh no, not at all. I´ll be… fine.” And so, he left and headed upstairs to collect some clothes from his room.

Lillian was surprised things turned out so well. She was just a few steps away from succeeding on her plan. Jonathan was so close, just a few inches more and then… he´ll be hers and hers alone.

Jonathan made it to his room, opened a bag and threw in some clothes, and of course, his phone. But there was something bothering him, “maternal”?

Lillian was a lone mature woman, perhaps, she needed him as much as he now did. Still, wasn´t it a better idea to get some boyfriend or something? Why calling for your shrunken neighbor? Unless there was something he couldn´t catch yet, and there was, he just found it sort of, strange. Unless she wanted to have him as her tiny lover. He wouldn´t mind.

He threw everything inside the bag and came downstairs. His few clothes were so strangely heavy. And big. It was hard for him to make it thru the stairs with that bulky bag over his shoulder. But he managed.

When he arrived at the door, Lillian reached for him with both arms and said: “Need help?”

He stopped right there, after that confession, was she trying to… carry him? Like, in her arms? He stuttered but he said, “What?”

“The bag, do you need help with it?” asked Lillian.

Inside Jonathan´s mind, he was thinking: “The bag, of course…” He simply replied, “sure” and gave it to her.

It was amazing how easily she handled that bag. For him, it was a huge one, as large as his whole torse; on Lillian´s hand, the bag seemed tiny. She only needed one hand to carry the whole thing. For her, that bag must be as light as a feather.

But he kept the idea of her carrying him inside his mind. Would he be as light to carry as that? He didn´t want to picture the amazonic woman carrying him. But it was hard for him not to right now.

Both stepped out and, as he took the key from his pocket, she said: “Allow me…” and with a single move, she took the key from him.

Lillian´s hand seemed gigantic as she pulled the key form his hands. She was titanic, a goddess. Everything on her was bigger, rounder, thicker. Her body was simply, sensuous, and the way her flesh swayed as she moved, it left him in awestruck.

She inserted the key and locked the door. Now, it was time for Jonathan to follow Lillian towards her place. He tried to think if this was still a good idea. But he didn´t want to offend his neighbor. She had been so kind up until now, and what´s more, what type of clothes does she wear during night hours? Part of him prayed for her to sleep nude.

Which guided him to his next question, where will he sleep? That shouldn´t be hard to solve, he fitted very well on the couch. Any couch, it didn´t have to be a sofa-bed. Even a large cushion will work.

Lillian had a warm feeling inside as she walked next to him. Things were working very well. Even if she had to slow real down to meet his pace, it was worth it. His main question was, when will she truly confess? When is she going to proceed and make this fully? She needed to think, but she will not take more than a day or two to fulfill her desires.

Right now, she needs to rush to her house, more precisely her bathroom. She could feel an immense pressure on her breasts. The milk, it was becoming too much. The pressure, she needed to relieve the pressure. She knew the right person for it, but, given the way he just acted, he needed a bit more before that.

She could easily force him too. The second he steps in her house. She could get a hold of him, rip her top and, effortlessly, guide his mouth towards her swollen tit.

She could visualize her nipple dripping milk as he pleads for her to stop. But there was the problem, he´ll plead… to stop.

Lillian didn´t want him to resist, in fact, she wanted him to insist. To crave for it. She wanted him to actually need her, not turn him into her slave or something like that. She needed to create a bond with him. And for that, she´ll have tomorrow.

During the whole day, she´ll prove him he needs her. That his life will be way better if he just let go and give in to her.

“Ok, here we are… home sweet home.” She spoke as she opened the door of her house. But she had another idea on her mind, inside her head, she added: “Your new home… baby.”

“Thank you, Lillian. You know, for… for everything.” He had to change his attitude. Not everyday your over voluptuous neighbor opens the doors of her place for you. Besides, she offered to take care of him. And her meals were so… tasty, for sure, he´ll be treated as a king. Not that he wanted to, he wasn´t greedy. He won´t abuse her hospitality.

“Ok, I´ll let this bag of yours… right here…” she let the bag on the couch. “Now, if you excuse me… I have to use the, you know, the lady´s room for a moment.”

She had a certain rush on her tone, but he simply nodded and said: “Of course.”

She rushed because she didn´t want Jonathan to see the wet spots that were about to appear over her tits. She could feel her nipples getting hard, the milk about to come out. It will be even more obvious because she wasn´t wearing any bra beneath her top.

She needed to drain herself, even if it wasn´t in the way she had expected. She simply jogged thru the stairs and went straight to her bathroom. Her breasts bouncing heavily as she made her way.

Finally, she got inside and closed the door. She spread her top to the sides and revealed her swollen tits. There were already veins showing, she had been holding for quite some time. Lucky her, only a few drops had come out.

She pinched her nipples with her fingers, as she softly moaned, she could feel the flow of milk coming from both breasts. She was so full that the softest pinch allowed lots of milk to come out.

“F-fuuuu-uck…” she said between moans, trying her best to keep it low, “this is… ooohh, not the way I wanted to do t-this… but the-ohhh, there´s no other choice. J-jus-st… just wait my sweet Jonathan… oooohh, just wait until tomorrow. This will… aww, this will be all yours.” She said as the milk went down the pipe. Another waist of her milk, but if she wanted her plan to succeed, she needed to create a bond with Jonathan.

She´ll allow him to see her milking tits, but he needs to come by himself. She has to make her way so that, when she pops her dripping breasts out, he comes on his own and encircles her nipples with his mouth.

She had a plan, she´ll show him how good of a mommy she can be, but that will be after she comes out of the bathroom. Such swollen breasts need quite some time to release the milk.

In the meantime, Melissa made her way to the store. She felt kind of odd wearing such baggy clothes. She was a bit too conscious with her new body.

She was so tall that she felt everyone will be staring at her. When she came in, there were no abnormally tall women to make her feel identified. No woman as tall as her, not even 6´ tall… or close. Everyone seemed average.

It felt so odd how regular sized people appears, so… small around her. She outstood much more than she´d like. She was not wearing any bra beneath her clothes. She was worried that somehow people will notice, or if her top will become semi-transparent under a certain light.

The only place she went after her spurt was Jonathan´s house. And he was alone. So far, he had been the only person who had seen her, well, her new self.

She felt weird, but then, as she walked thru the store. She gained some confidence. Why should she be afraid? No one knew she used to be like a foot shorter. She could stand proud, until, she met the dairy section.

There she was, looking straight at the gallons of milk. They were… there. Just doing whatever a gallon does until someone picks it up and pays for it. Nothing else.

There was nothing abnormal in them. She just waited there. She decided to check on who purchased those gallons. To see if someone showed a sign of having some height changes.

She wandered in circles thru the store, but everyone who picked the gallons, so far two people, seemed normal. Maybe she could´ve asked, perhaps this was their first time having the milk, but she didn’t encourage herself so much.

She approached to the fridge one more time, and stood there for a moment, until someone said: “excuse me…” It was a man´s voice.

Melissa turned, but she immediately lowered her gaze to meet this man´s face. He was around thirty, with a slim physique and he stood at, well, given the sudden height change, she was no longer sure how tall people actually was. But she estimated the man was 6´ tall or so.

After a quick look at him she said: “Sorry…” and moved away. The guy was sort of impressed to find a woman that tall, but he didn´t care that much, although, he did lure at her ass before asking her to move.

Melissa saw how the man leaned forward and grabbed one of the gallons she was looking at. She thought for a moment about something, it was now or never, so she decided to ask the man something. “Uhm, can I ask you something…” she said from above.

The guy turned and said: “Ok… what´s up?” in a very causal way.

“Well, I´ve been thinking about buying one of those but…” she had to lie and make something up quickly, “but I don´t drink so much milk, I´m more an expresso person, heh… soooo, is it good?”

The guy rose an eyebrow, that was a really unexpected question, but given how pretty she was and that he had actually taken a nice look at her butt, he replied: “Well, sure, it´s good.”

“Nice… uhmm, so, there´s nothing wrong with it?” she asked, almost regretting it the second she spoke.

“Wrong like… does it get spoiled often or…?” he had no clue where she was going. If this was some sort of picking line, she was terrible at it.

“No, I mean, like, there´s nothing wrong with it, like, it´s just like any other milk you´ve tired… right?” she asked, now feeling nervous. Although, she shouldn’t, she had like six inches on the guy. If someone should be nervous, it shall be him as he looks up at her.

At the beginning he was, why would a tall sexy lady talk to him, but the more she talked, the more she seemed to be a weird lady, with some really weird questions.

“Sure, it´s normal… is this some sort of prank?” the guy asked, her questions seemed too odd. If she pointed somewhere else and said: “Yeah, we´re filming you for our channel or something…” then it would explain some things. But it wasn´t the case.

“No, not at all, I just…” she made something up, “it´s just that I´m a little insecure, you know, and I wouldn´t like to buy a whole gallon and…” she looked at him hoping he would somehow understand and stop her, but he just gave her a weird look and slowly started moving away until he actually left.

She couldn´t blame him, it will be weird for anyone who wasn´t her or Jonathan. But if so far he didn´t know what she was talking about, most likely there was nothing wrong with the milk.

“Oh well…” sighed Melissa before she grabbed a gallon herself and went straight to the register.

She didn´t have the success she had thought, so, there was only one way to figure out things. Another dose of it. So far, everyone seemed normal. In a way, this milk seemed not to be the cause, but if it wasn´t the milk from the store, then what was it?

Jonathan sat on the couch, his feet dangling in the air. He felt so tiny now. Being next to his gigantic neighbor always made him over conscious about his height.

No one could blame him, at 7´7” Lillian pretty much dwarfed everyone in town. If regular sized men will feel tiny while standing next to her, at 2´7” Jonathan felt tiny. He could glare how her knee was about chest level with him.

Lillian was now a colossal giant standing five feet taller than him. And so curvy. Her flesh was a menace from every angle he saw it. From behind, her round humongous butt made his dick tingle as it swayed from side to side. And in front, her gigantic breasts finished the job.

Jonathan could feel his stiffening member wanting to burst just by looking at those gigantic mounds of flesh. So round, so big. He wondered what will he do if he had his hands on them.

But he must avoid those thoughts. He wouldn´t want to have an immense erection while he´s at her place.

“But…” he wondered as he drove his thoughts somewhere else, “for how long am I gonna stay here…?”

Lillian offered to be his host while he´s… needy. She didn´t said so, but at Jonathan´s current height, pretty much everything needed more effort than never before. A simple task as washing the dishes implied much more time and energy than it ever did for him.

Now, with Lillian´s help. He´ll be able to pretty much forget about any annoying task. Any shores or cleaning could be left for her to do them. In reality, she´d follow her daily routine as usual. He knew that a man his size wouldn´t need so much.

He could eat her leftovers, needed no space to sleep since he can do so on the couch, and the cleaning would be the same, she wouldn´t even notice he was there.

Then, he heard Lillian´s steps coming close. Her feet making a noticeable noise as she made her way. How much did she weight? Four… five hundredth pounds? She was colossal, but she carried her weight in all the right places.

He could picture her wide hips swaying as she made her way. Her legs, so thick, and tall. A single of Lillian´s legs was so much taller and heavier than him. Even her thigh alone, so sturdy and hefty, was for sure a couple pounds heavier.

Then, she appeared, walking into the room. But he was shocked when he spotted her.

“Ok dear… are you ready for bed?” Said Lillian as she leaned in one of the walls, placing her hand on the wall and the other one on her hip; she rested her weight over one single foot as she waited for his answer.

His eyes widened in shock. She had changed her clothes, for sure. But her new attire, it made her last one look way more conservative.

She had to change her top because there were milk stains on her wrap top, and her new outfit well, it implied much less clothing. She threw her previous top into the laundry basket and picked something else, something more comfy. It was night already, really close to bed time, so she decided to put on something fresher, a bit loose; although, her new attire seemed anywhere close to loose.

She put on a “baggy” crop top. But this precise top should be short enough to reveal a bit more flesh. But her sheering height and immense bosom forced the top to rose higher and higher. It was a grey top with short sleeves. A nice fit over the shoulders and arm, but, that´s not what caught Jonathan´s attention.

He wasn´t sure if she had noticed, but her top was just, too high. If he was her same height, or over a ladder. Then he´d be able to see a generous amount of under-boob flesh emerging from the end of the top.

Lillian´s breasts were firm, round and heavy, but they didn´t hung at all. Even for her age and the weight of them, those breasts seemed so gravity defiant. Still, they hung a tiny bit, but it was normal. However, with all that mass in them, even if she had already drained them, their enormity was too much for the top.

The fabric, that should be two or three sizes bigger, did very least to cover her chest fully. In fact, it seemed tight on the top of her breasts and then it seemed to spread at the bottom of her breasts. But that wasn´t it. There was a little something Jonathan could see from where he was.

As he was laying on the couch, he could see pretty much everything. He was way below Lillian´s waist, and from that spot, he could see them. He could see the round lusty shape of Lillian´s breasts. And what´s more, he could see her nipples.

Lillian was wearing no bra underneath that top. What should be only three inches of boob flesh displaying for him turned into much more. From the couch he could take a good look of Lillian´s breasts, all the way to the nipple and a tat more.

Blood was already going straight to his cock as she shifted her position, making her mighty boobs quake.

Jonathan tightened hit teeth and tried to guide his thoughts somewhere else, but it was too hard.

“S-shit…” he thought, “Just turn, look somewhere else. Why is that top so short?!” He was freaking out, “She must be aware that from… below, her tits really show!”

There was no point on saying anything. It was her house, if she felt comfortable that way then, as a good guest, he had to smile and say nothing. Although, enjoying the view may be a little inconvenient when it comes to preventing an erection.

In the meantime, Lillian didn´t mind. She wanted Jonathan to become more and more used to seeing her breasts. Besides, her boobs were too big for a bra.

“That´s right sweetie, just look at them… let me shake them a bit for you, haha. You should see your face, so fixated at my boobs. But that´s what I want. That´s what mommy wants…” she thought.

There was a sepulchral silence as Jonathan figured out what to say to her amazonic neighbor. He tired to look down, but he met her long thick legs as he lowered his gaze.

Her long fleshy legs seemed like pillars for him. Besides, the shorts she was wearing let no much for imagination. They were so tight, so short. Her well built and robust thigh emerged from the very end of those shorts, below that, her thick calves rounded. There was just so much flesh in this woman. She wasn´t fat by any means, but she was so stacked.

He knew there must be some hale muscles beneath that flesh, which gave her such shape. She was breath taking, it didn´t matter if you were based on her height or shape.

“I… uhm… I think I´m ready for bed…” he said, finding that as his only way to, somehow, make her leave and give him some time to settle his hardening member.

“Very well, why don´t we head to my room.” Lillian declared.

“Oh, I…” being in that woman´s room was not what he had in mind. “I think I can sleep here, you know. I don´t want to bother.” He said scratching the back of his head.

Lillian was smiling, but she didn´t like that, “What do you mean dear? The couch? Haha, trust me, you´ll get some back pain if you sleep on that old thing…” she had to persuade him.

“I think it´s fine, I mean, I´ve slept in many couches before and… well, I´ve never woken up sore… besides, I think it´s big enough for me.” He said, in reality, that couch was like a full-sized bed for him. At his current height, he didn´t need much space.

Lillian had to say something, push him so that they both can get closer. She didn´t know anything about the erection he had. He was hiding it very well. But he couldn´t stay on the couch. So far away from her.

“Jonathan. Honey, don´t you think you´ll be more comfortable on bed… with me?” maybe that last part was too much. And it was, when she said “me” he panicked a little.

Sharing the bed with her sounded great, so close to those titanic breasts. But what if she turns and squashes him into the mattress. Would she listen or feel him squirm beneath her? The truth is, she was way too big.

“I´m… I´m ok, for real, there´s no need to, uhm…” he took a quick look at her boobs before he finished, “I´m cool…” he was hoping she´ll agree.

“Ugh, fine, if you want to sleep here, I guess you can… but let me bring you a blanket… and a pillow.” She said, with a flattened tone.

He just nodded as he remained there, moving in a way to cover his erection. Meanwhile, Lillian went back upstairs for a pillow and a blanket. Then, she had an idea. She displayed a huge grin as she left the room.

She did just as she said, deliver the pillow and blanket to Jonathan and just left. Lillian´s free boobs jolted so sensuously as she walked away. And he lost no chance on peering at that tremendous ass when she turned. Only one word came to him when he saw her, “big”.

Big everywhere. Her proportions were so thick, so fleshy, and still, so well proportioned for a towering woman like her. He just threw himself over the pillow as he tried to find something to distract him from… Lillian.

He had an idea, text Melissa. The other gigantic woman on his life.

“Hey there, I know it´s late, but I just wanted to see how´s everything.”

The message was delivered, but Melissa didn´t see it. She was too busy getting other things done.

She was at her apartment, back from the grocery store where Jonathan bought the milk. She was sitting on the counter. But her butt was now a bit too big for her chair. Her cheeks came out to the sides of the sit.

“Ok… here it is…” thought Melissa as she watched the gallon. There were drops of water over the cool surface of the milk container. She had no idea what to do.

She was no scientist. She couldn´t put a drop of the milk into a microscope and say: “There it is!” no, she had no idea what was behind the milk. For her, the main difference between water and milk was that milk came from the cows and water from… the sea? Rain? The pipe? From many places but that wasn´t the main thing.

She stood there for a while, maybe fifteen minutes before she finally gave in.

“UGH! Fine, if this is what I have to do… then I´ll do it.” She said as she stood up, standing back at her new 6´6” stature. She gave a couple steps into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets.

Her face used to be at the same height as the glass´s shelve, now, she had to duck a little to see the glasses. She easily picked the glass and went back for the gallon.

She picked the whole thing and said: “Well, at least being huge has it´s benefits… for starters, this gallon weights so much less, I mean, look at how easily I can pick it up using one hand, haha.”

She removed the cap and filled her glass. Then grabbed the glass and held it right in front of her face.

“Ok, here we go… I guess another few inches won´t hurt. I mean, there´s still room in these clothes.” She said referring to Lillian´s clothes she was wearing.

In a single move, she drove the glass into her mouth and started swallowing. The first thing she noticed was the milk´s flavor. It was… different, also, it seemed a lot less thick. More like watery rather than the creamy sweet nectar she tasted before.

She had her doubts but she kept going until she drank the whole thing. She placed the glass on the counter and frowned a bit. The taste, the consistency, it was all so different from the milk he had at Jonathan´s place.

“Well, this is odd…” she said, still trying to find some similarities to the milk she had before. But she found none. It was like a whole different thing.

She grabbed her phone. Searched for the photos and compared the milk on the picture to the one she had on her counter.

“It´s the same… same brand, same size… same everything. But the taste…” she could still remember the sweet taste of that other milk, a taste so good that it made her want more, crave for more. A taste that pushed her to indulge as much milk as she wanted until she had to stop.

Also, a milk that caused her a growth spurt. One that turned her into the amazon she now was.

She was kind of upset, but she had no choice. She grabbed a pencil, stood in front of the wall and marked herself. She drew a line at six foot and six inches away from the ground.

“Well, if this is it, then, by tomorrow, I should be… taller, I guess.” She declared.

It felt as if she was not going to get the results she was expecting. But she had to try. She had to make the experiment before she could see some results.

In the meantime, the night was still young, there should be some store open. She just grabbed her purse and went out to buy some better fitting clothes. A change or two will do. She still has to go back to work and explain her sudden absence.

But people will have questions. What in the world makes you grow a foot over night? She had a log day coming for tomorrow. She just threw her phone into her purse, without checking her messages, and left.

Jonathan waited for a reply, but received none. It was around midnight, still too early for him, but he had no other choice than to close his eyes and make an attempt on falling asleep.

All of the lights were off by then, he couldn´t wander around and do things as if he was at his place. No, it was Lillian´s house. He could´ve asked if she minded him staying up until really late hours.

If she minded some noise or something. But that didn´t crossed his mind when the semi-naked woman walked into the room. He just needed her to leave before he exploded inside his pants.

Another half an hour went by, then another and then, a few minutes passed 1:00 am, he fell asleep on the couch. Finally. But he ignored one thing, Lillian was still awake.

“How silly, “I wanna sleep on the couch”, who does he think he is, I suggested MY bed and he chose the couch? THE COUCH?” said Lillian as she was lying in bed with her arms crossed and an upset look on her face.

“Well…” she changed her look, “I guess he´s just shy… aww, are you shy, Jonathan?” she said in a more maternal tone.

She wanted to get closer to him, make him want to. She displayed her enormous rack in front of him, naked, so that he could get used to seeing her breasts without feeling shame. She knew he´d be having some naughty ideas and lusty feelings, but she could allow some of it.

“Ok now, just wait there Jonathan, just wait right there. Mommy´s going to show you that there´s nothing to be afraid.” She had made her mind a while ago.

If he didn´t want to go to bed with her, fine. But no one could stop her from bringing him to bed with her. She decided to pick him up and carry him with her. She would make an excuse by the morning.

Now, she was only waiting for him to fall asleep to collect him. She was sure enough that by now, he´ll be a heavy sleeper. But the time would be the only problem.

A young man his age usually picked late hours to sleep. Much more when they have no schedule. That´s why she waited and waited for him.

By 1:30 am, she was more than sure that he´d be completely asleep. Then, she rose from bed. The bed creaked a little when she removed herself from it. She was now pretty heavy.

She just made her way into the living room. Trying her best not to make a single noise as she walked thru.

It was really dark, but she could still spot some things in between the gloom. Slowly, she made her way into the couch where Jonathan was sleeping.

She had no idea what to do or say to make sure he was asleep. But in the silence of the night, she could clearly listen to his soft snoring. That way, she could confirm he was completely gone.

She just bent down and reached for him with her long arms. Then, she lifted him in the most careful and slow way. She almost laughed by how easy she could now carry Jonathan´s body.

He weighted practically nothing now. But she had to keep in mind the growth spurt she had and all of the height he had lost. She just smiled at him and gently carried him upstairs with her.

That feeling, so warm, so nurturing. This was all she once dreamed about. The time it took, the things she´s done were all worth now. As she made her way into her room, making sure the dim light didn´t disturb him, she just poured a kiss on him.

Then she placed him in bed, right next to where she sleeps, turned the lights off and laid right next to him. Then, she covered both with the sheets and closed her eyes.

“I´ll explain in the morning… maybe I can make up he´s a sleepwalker now, haha, wouldn´t it be funny if he believed me? But no, I think… yawn, I can make an excuse in the mornin´…” she was really tired.

The only thing that kept her from falling asleep were the hopes to pick up Jonathan from the couch and take him to bed with her. Now that he was where he belonged, right next to her, there was no need to force herself to stay awake anymore. She just gave into her tiredness and fell completely asleep. but not for too long.

It´s the middle of the night, around 3:00 am, not so long before she fell asleep. but she woke up. Lillian opened her eyes as in shock. There was something wrong.

Not about Jonathan, he was sleeping tight next to her. It was amazing how he didn´t even notice she carried him all the way into her room.

Lillian woke up because of one thing, her breasts. Her boobs were aching, they send signals to her brain that something was wrong. What was going on is, her breasts are full.

Maybe drinking from her own breast milk accelerated her lactation; maybe having Jonatan so close made her feel such way that her breasts began to fill up; whatever it was, it was starting to hurt.

Lillian sat on the bed, she couldn´t believe how swollen her tits were. No bra will match those gigantic, engorged breasts of her. She was dripping by now.

It was uncomfortable, annoying even. Why couldn´t she enjoy a good night´s sleep with her precious one next to her? Apparently, her body had other plans.

She was tired of it, having to go straight to the bathroom and pinch the milk out. It was a pest to her. But, she didn´t necessarily had to. She turned and took a glimpse on Jonathan. It was dark but she could still see him very well. He was gone, completely asleep, so… she had an idea.

She reached over for him, but the pain on her bosom made it really uncomfortable; still, she made sure to be as careful as possible. She took him and placed him over her lap.

“I´d love it if you asked for it first…” she whispered to his neighbor, “But mommy reeeally needs you now. I´m sure you won´t mind.” She said as she pulled her top up and revealed one of her swollen tits.

Her top was stained with the milk, and her nipples were still leaking more of it. The unnaturally huge breasts had fine blue veins all over them. She wasn´t lying, she really needed to be drained, and she had the right person to take care of the job.

“Now, Jonathan, you´re going to suck to relieve the pain. I know you´d love it, even if you´re asleep…” she said as she lifted him up and guided his mouth towards her engorged nipple. In a second, she pushed it inside Jonathan´s mouth.

This wasn´t exactly how she planned things. The first part of the plan was to shrink his adult neighbor; which was going very well. But the next thing she had to do was getting close to him; not physically, but emotionally. Right now, well, it seems as if she had used the pain as an excuse to make him suck. But he doesn´t seem to mind.

At first, drops of milk began to fall into his mouth, but then he began to suck. Maybe it was an involuntary reflex; perhaps his brain made him swallow to prevent choking. In less than a minute, he sealed her nipple with his mouth and began to suck and swallow at a constant pace.

Lillian was thrilled, she was getting the relieve she wanted and finally getting somewhere with him. In the meantime, he was sleep-drinking Lillian´s breast milk right from the source. That´s right, he was finally putting his mouth around his neighbor´s nipple.

She felt like moaning, she was getting so much more pleasure than the relieve itself. But she couldn´t be loud. It wouldn´t be nice if he woke up with Lillian´s gigantic tit inserted in his mouth, at least not yet.

“That´s it, suck on it honey, you´re doing very well…” she whispered once more while she caressed the man´s head. “And after this one, there will be one more to go… then I´ll let you go. I promise.”

Lillian was surprised by how good things were going. But she forgot one minor detail. When he finished drinking her milk. He´ll shrink again. He needed to sleep to process the sweet nectar and then he´ll lose more and more inches as the night goes by.

But he was currently asleep, is the milk going to take an immediate effect? Not even Lillian´s aware of it. She wasn´t even sure what was going to happen to her when she drank from her own milk. Whatever was going to happen, it was just a matter of time to figure that out.

It was the middle of the night, Jonathan had his mouth on Lillian´s nipple. She couldn´t get over it, finally, he was sucking on her.

Lillian was smiling from high above as the shrunken man kept drinking from her tit. In a regular scenario, this wouldn´t had happened. She was one-hundredth percent sure he´ll never agree to this. Much less if he knew this was the cause for his shrinking. But he wasn´t in control right now, Lillian was.

She was looming high above him, as the tiny man was laying over her arm. He was so small now.

“And to think that it took me quite a while to get him this size…” she thought. Jonathan had lost three foot in heigh. The 26-year-old man who once stood at 5´9” was now laying over his neighbor´s large arm.

But he wasn´t the only one who had done some changes, she´s done some growth too. She had grown a whole foot, all thanks to her own milk. And given the huge size difference between them, to Jonathan, that foot seemed like three!

He was losing the ability to perceive the actual height of things. Counter tops towered over him; chairs were as tall as ladders. Even a stool would be hard to use for him.

She had done it, and she knew. As she kept looking at him in the darkness of the night, barely able to take a glimpse at the contour of his face; she knew he was hers now.

“Just look at you, sucking on mommy… that´s right, this is right where you belong Jonathan…” she wanted to be a mother, and now, it seems she got herself a baby. But not any baby, but a grown man she´d shrunk without him noticing.

She didn´t care for all what he´s gone through, all the struggle, the pain, the stress; she thought she´d take care of making him feel better once he completely gave to her. But it wasn´t a nice gesture, it was all part of a guilt she didn´t know she had.

Shrinking a man for her own greedy purposes was taking effect on her. She didn´t had a voice telling her this was wrong, on the other hand, she had the feeling that she needed to protect him, care for him, keep him happy; and not precisely because she thought he was fragile, but because of all she´s done to him.

She was literally torning his life into pieces. Everything he once built will fall. Just like a castle made of sand, everything he worked for will fall into the ground. The only bright side she saw was that she´ll be there for him. Once there´s no turn back, she will be the light at the end of his path. A savior.

“That´s right Jonathan, you´re almost done… now…” she separated his mouth from her nipple, removing him from her unsored tit and accommodating him right on the other.

But there was something wrong. As she took hold of him, carefully, she wondered: “Wasn´t he a little… bigger?”

It seems her breast feeding got some effect. Before, Jonathan had to sleep to shrink. He needed time to digest the heavy fluid that her milk was. But now, he was asleep while drinking.

Lillian was puzzled as she couldn´t see what was happening. As he drank, he was shrinking. He had sucked one of her tits fully, until the last drop. Now, it was time for the next one.

She was confused, but the pain on her other tit reminded her what to do. To have the man suck. Take the pressure away and ease the pain.

Her face showed some discomfort for a second, caused by a stunning pain on her tit. She couldn´t see it, but the light blue veins on her sore breast had multiplied. It was full and ready to be sucked.

She lost no more time and placed his mouth on her engorged nipple. The feeling she got once he started sucking was beyond pleasing. It sent quivers thru her body; jolts of pleasure were tunning thru her as he latched over her enormous breast.

She ignored it, but as he sucked, he kept shrinking. Every time he unconsciously filled his cheeks with milk and then swallowed, it just got him smaller. Maybe it was imperceptible, but the more he drank, the more he shrank.

What could´ve been millimeters at first became full inches. One and another, he kept sucking, without knowing he was actually being shrunk while he fed from her.

His stomach was full, but that´s something he wasn´t aware of. All that mattered now, all his body cared for was to survive. He needed to breathe, maintain oxygen on his lungs. He was only sucking because it prevented choking. Or worse, milk on his lungs.

He kept going, giving Lillian an enormous pleasure, one in more ways that he could think of. She was getting relieve from the pain on her tits; happiness because of the small goal she had reached; and satisfaction, having a man sucking on her hard nipples made her tremble, if she wasn´t afraid of waking him up, she would´ve pleased herself right then, guiding her fingers to her engorged pussy.

The night kept going, and so did the feeding, until it didn´t. Finally, after a long time, she was empty. Her huge breasts were finally drained by this unconscious man. The main problem was that, he was smaller than when he started.

“Oh no…” whispered Lillian as she took hold of him, about to put him back in place. He was smaller, definitely smaller. But how much?

“Oh my oh my…!” Lillian panicked, as she then turned on the light from the lamp on the night´s table. When the lights were on, she turned at him, just to confirm her worries. He was smaller.

He used to be 2´7”, a good deal below three feet, but now, he didn´t seem much taller than two feet tall. She fell for her urges, with her vain judgement, she chose to follow her urges and had him suck.

She needed it, the bond, she needed to know she could do it. Or is it that she wanted to do it? Had she blamed her aching breasts for making her do it? Whatever it was, it was done.

She just looked at him, fret by the thought that he´ll notice. There was nothing to do now. But what was she expecting? If she fed him with her milk, the obvious result will be his shrinking. There was no other way for him.

The worse part was that, he´ll know. Lillian had the idea that she could return him to the couch, lay him there and in the morning, pretend she knew nothing. She could play dumb for a little longer. But why?

“Why do I need to keep hiding?” she thought, “What´s wrong with it? Why can´t a woman who longer something get it? Why can´t I have my baby?” The answer was simple, because it was wrong. Taking a man and shrinking him for her own “needs” was not exactly right. But who´d tell a gigantic woman like her she can´t do it?

Most men don´t even want to stare too much, afraid that she´ll get mad. But he seemed different. Since the very beginning, Jonathan had shown interest on her. Which was mainly arousal given her vixenous thick body and the height difference. But she thought of it as something different. She thought that he could be the one. That´s why she chose him.

“No, no more…” she continued as she turned at him and then spoke, softly: “Listen Jonathan, I know you´re sleeping, but tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I´m going to tell you how things will be from now on.” She declared as she turned off the light and laid back in bed.

“And I really hope you agree…” she said last, really hoping things will be the easy way.

7:00 am in the morning, the alarm rang, but not for Jonathan or Lillian.

“Wha…?” said Melissa as she sat in bed. It was time to get ready for work. “Ughhh!” she grunted as she covered her face with her pillow. Turns out, finding tall people clothes isn´t easy in the middle of the night. The stores where there, but closed.

She had to go thru each of the remaining stores open, one by one, to see if there were clothes her size. Most of the people working there simply said no, looking up to her with their jaws hitting the ground.

A 6´6” woman is not such an odd thing; most women are naturally that tall. But apparently, it is odd on that town. Even she was sure that the only woman she´d seen who was that tall was Lillian; used to be. Now she´s as tall as her and Lillian, well, she´s even taller.

She had to keep going during hours before she found something decent. Of course, there where a ton of gym clothing, but she needed formal garments. A blouse, some pants, even a skirt, anything.

It wasn´t easy, but she finally got herself a nice outfit. She wasn´t perky, the first thing she knew worked was the one she bought. But it was hard. She didn´t even got two things on the same store.

She had to go thru a lot before she found a pair of pants that “fitted”, a blouse that didn´t show too much cleavage and, finally, a bra that didn´t constricted her tits.

She came home awfully late, but she finally had clothes. Now, she needed to wake up, else, that whole night of shopping will be a waste. But when she checked her phone, she found Jonathan´s message.

“Hey there, I know it´s late, but I just wanted to see how´s everything.”

“How´s everything…?” she thought as she rubbed her eye. “It´s awful… but I can´t tell him that, he´s going thru the same hell… well, the opposite… upside… whatever…” she spoke as she texted back.

“Sorry I missed the message, had to go clothes shopping. It was a mess don´t ask. But I have clothes now. How about you? Any shrinking?” then she sent it.

She threw her phone back in bed and rose up to get ready. Her augmented figure stood so much taller than before, and so much more curvaceous now.

“Oh shit… my height! How tall am I?” she said as she rushed to the mark on the wall.

She stood right in front of it, using her hand, she marked her new height. Then, she stepped away, leaving her hand in place and turned to see. She was nervous, but when she saw it, she froze.

“It´s the… same?” she was surprised. She drank a full glass, she was hoping to see at least an inch, but her hand was right over the line she drew last night.

She took a pencil and stood next to the line, then marked her height. The same. She was still 6´6”. No change. “How?” she wondered.

She walked into the fridge, opened the door and took the gallon out. “Do I need… more?” she just rolled the cap and opened it.

She wasn´t sure if this was wise or dumb, so she just did it. She guided the gallon to her mouth and started drinking. She made some loud noises as she swallowed from it, one mouthful after the other.

*GLUP* *GLUP* *GLUP* *GLUP* *GLUP*

And just like that, she swallowed half the gallon. She rushed; she was insecure. She simply did what she thought was right, but the doubt remained.

“Was it enough?” she wondered as the fear made her drink more, and more.

*GLUP* *GLUP*

She was going for it, the whole thing. At first she wasn´t sure if she´ll be able to do it. But her stomach was empty and she was so much taller, bigger.

*GLUP* *GLUP* *GLUP* *GLUP*

“Ahhh…” she sighed, dropping the empty gallon to the floor. Then, she guided her hands to her stomach. She was bloated. She drank almost a full gallon in less than three minutes.

As she started walking, she could feel the milk churning inside her stomach. She felt heavy, but she had a purpose. She needed to be sure that it was the milk. And it must be, else…

“If this whole… *burp* gallon doesn´t work, then… what is it?” if it wasn´t the milk, then, what caused her growth? Or Jonathan´s shrinking? What?

Jonathan´s phone buzzed, right where he left it, on the living room. But he wasn´t there.

He was still in bed, with Lillian. But that wasn´t it, he had shrunk. Next to him, there was a wall, Lillian´s back, she was turning her back at him. But at his current size, she didn´t seem much of a woman, but a monument.

He shrank a bit more during the night, lucky him, he didn´t wannish into nowhere. In fact, the amount of height he lost was not the one he usually used to. Maybe his body was used to the shrinking, or maybe, it was close to the end.

No one had measure him, but his reduced frame stopped shrinking at 2 feet even. He had lost seven inches. If he had still been the 5´9” man he used to, then, it would´ve been about fifteen inches. Over a foot in height. But that was proportionally speaking.

His shrinking was proportional. He still looked the same as when he was 5´9”, but now he stood at 2´, sort of a scaled version of him. But he wasn´t aware of it.

It took him quite some time to wake up. Maybe it was the excess of milk that needed to be digested. Or maybe it was the fact that, since he became a gamer, he never wakes up before 10:00 am, except for some very peculiar cases. But today was not one of them.

Lillian woke up first, around 9:30 am; but that´s because her night was awful. She was a morning person, waking up before the sun even rises. But yesterday was just not her day.

She had to wait to take Jonathan to bed with her, then, she woke up in the middle of the night with massively sore breasts. She didn´t had the best of sleep, but she was up now.

*YAAAAAAAWNNN* she stretched in bed, rising her huge form from the sheets. She wasn´t fully awake yet, still, she remembered someone.

“Oh, Jonathan…” she turned, “good morning honey.” He didn´t listen, he was still asleep, deeply.

She was surprised, she was thinking as she looked at him: “Wow, he´s so… small. I mean, he was small before, but now, I think someone´s about the right size… maybe just a few inches away.”

She had a certain measure in her mind. She needed Jonathan to shrink, but not into nothing. She didn´t want to breast feed him and that one day he just vanished in her hands.

She had to settle a size. A particular height for him. Since she was tall woman, then that height must be quite something. But now that she´s… bigger. Then he needs to stay big enough.

“Should I wake him up…?” she wondered. She had big news for him. She was excited. “Or… maybe a few more minutes?” she turned her attention at her top. It was covered with milk stains. “Maybe after a shower…” she stood up and decided to give him some more time.

When she woke up, the floor creaked under her sheering weight. She was very well over full-weight. And with a body so thick with such a statuesque height, it seemed unnatural for her not to be.

Lillian´s body had changed. Enlarged. As she walked into the bathroom, her massive breasts were bouncing so heavily. She would´ve been pulled by their weight if she didn´t had such a big round butt.

The majestic flesh of her ass was so vast now. A single one of her gluts weighted almost twice as Jonathan. But that wasn´t it. Her stockly thick legs, that curved so much making her unimaginable figure so much hotter, had enough strength to give her support.

She was a muse, a goddess. From head to toes. Her body was so majestic that it will leave anyone in dismay. Her smooth flesh bounced so nicely as she walked into the bathroom. Her clothes were so tight that it led nothing to the mind. Anyone can have a very accurate idea of how this woman will look if she was naked.

But that was no mistake. She needed to allure Jonathan. Make him want to give in. But last night, those thoughts change. Now, he was laying in her bed, smaller than ever; caused by the anormal shrinking that her milk caused.

If he wanted someone to look for him, to protect him, then he must be wise and run into Lillian´s arms once she offers him to. She can be his everything. But for that, he must accept first.

“You have to say yes, dear, nothing else…” she said as she removed her stained top and displayed her round majestic breasts. So large, and by now, half full.

She needed quite some time before her mommy milkers produced more milk, but it didn´t took that long.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she was just hoping for one thing. For Jonathan to accept. She was begging for it. Else, she´s not sure what she´ll do, or how she will react. Things were going to happen, the easy or the hard way.

Now, Jonathan´s about to wake up. His eyes begin to open up, slowly, letting a thin beam of light enter thru the creek between his eye lids. He felt rested, but he could still use some more sleep. He knows it´s morning already, but as his mind finally regains continence, he noticed something: he´s somewhere else.

“This is not the living room…” he thought as he sat on bed, and then he turned, getting closer to the edge to hop down. But then, he freaked out, the place was not only different, but bigger.

When he turned at the floor, he felt some vertigo; as if the distance from the edge of the mattress to the floor was the same as jumping from the roof. This wasn´t right.

At first, he thought that Lillian, a woman her height, must have some furniture adapted for her height. She was colossal. But then, he scanned the rest of the room, the bed was not the only tall thing.

Everything seemed bigger, even the distance from where his head was to the ceiling was further. It´s not that hard to feel that way, he had lost around 20% of his height while sleeping. Of course, things seemed bigger. A fifth bigger, if not a bit more.

He tugged the sheets, trying to cover himself. He was freaking out. What had happened? He shrunk again! But that couldn´t be. In his mind, he knew that the only possible cause would be the milk, but he didn´t drink any. So far, he had made his best to avoid it.

He was uneasy, he decided to settle his mind and think about it.

“Could it be that there´s some late effect? Am I going to keep shrinking even though I haven´t had any of it?... Could this place be expanding?” he chose to believe anything, but his doubts were washed away as he heard something approaching, more like someone.

*STOMP* *STOMP*

Came Lillian´s heavy steps as she walked back into her bedroom, decided to have a chat with Jonathan about… the near future.

Jonathan´s heart was racing in his chest. Who could it be? Or what? It was the sound of steps, walking at a certain rhythm, but the noise, it was louder than ever. At his current height, he perceived everything much bigger now, louder, heavier and much more impressive.

Then, Lillian´s large form emerged from the darkness of the hall. The second she placed a foot inside the room, Jonathan´s eyes went wide.

She was huge! Beyond that. She was already huge the night before, now, she may as well seem as a woman over 20 feet in height. But that wasn´t it. Her body, it was mesmerizing.

She changed her top, but not for something more conservative or less foxy; in fact, she was wearing a white tank top, that only got as far as her lower ribs. The cotton-fabric of the top was so stretched that he could see the clear round-shape of her large nipples.

He swallowed, noticing how little that top did to hide her enormous breasts, that seemed much larger now. He had a hard time appeasing his morning wood, he could see the clear shape of her breasts, even a nice peek at the side boob flesh that escaped from her top. That thing was too small for her, but she was looking for it.

“Well, look who´s up…” declared Lillian as she placed her hands over the large bulk of her hips, smiling directly at Jonathan. He couldn´t hide, she had already spotted him.

“Uhm… g-good morning…” he said shyly.

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Did you have a good sleep?” she asked, stepping closer.

It wasn´t easy to ignore the bouncing of her breasts as she approached, looming so tall above him. From his point of view, he could swear her head reached the ceiling. Still, he answered: “Y-yes. Great sleep… but, where am I?” he finished his response with a question.

Lillian happily answered with the whole truth. “Oh, well, you´re in my room honey…” Her room? What was he doing there? “I carried you here last night, I didn´t wanted you to catch a cold all alone on the living room, so I brought you here to keep you warm and cozzy… with me.” She said now a few steps away from him.

Jonathan couldn´t get off the fact that, she was gigantic. And he was still over the bed. Was he taller standing? Or would that make him even tinier? Right now, his head made it right about her mid-thigh.

He just blinked, he didn´t dare to ask why she did that? There was no need. But then, she spoke.

With her head so high above his shrunken form, with enormous breasts that obstructed the view to her face, she leaned closer and said: “Jonathan, honey, we need to talk.”

For a moment, Jonathan couldn´t breathe. He could listen to her words, he remembered, talk, that was the last thing she said. But about what?

He wasn´t sure, but what´s more, was he there? He turned everywhere in the room. Seeing the new enormity of things. He panicked. But now that Lillian was there, he was frightened.

He feared the new size of the giant as she stepped closer. Her steps, like heavy stomps. He could see her huge tits, gigantic. Could each weight as much as he now does?

They were titanic. Bouncing over her chest as she walked. Her gigantic form still carried some grace while she walked. She was tremendous. He was unsettled, still, he was so much into her.

Her body, her eyes, her face, her loving tone. She was kind of the perfect woman. An amazonicaly perfect woman. She was huge, despite, the biggest woman around. For him, she was a giantess, who carried a message. His question was, does he want to hear that message?

“Lillian, w-why… how… what am I doing here?” he asked, looking at the room. He wasn´t there last night.

He was on the living room, sleeping on the couch. Now, he was covered between the sheets of what he was sure was her bed; obviously inside her room. And what´s more, he was smaller.

She hadn´t grown, the house hadn´t grown, it was him who shrunk. He could feel his clothes even baggier now, or were they the sheets? He had no idea, he couldn´t tell any difference. He just felt his tinniness.

She just smiled tenderly at him as she stopped right in front of the bed. She lowered her head to look at him from above.

Jonathan had to crane his neck all the way up to meet this woman´s face. She was enormous. Looming so high above him. She even eclipsed the light from the ceiling.

Even over the mattress, his head didn´t cleared her hips, maybe he reached all the way to her pussy. He had a better look of the underside of her boobs than of her face. He hated it, but he felt tiny, what´s more, her enormity was turning him on.

He could feel his penis rising under the sheets. Lucky him, she won´t notice.

“Jonathan, dear, I see you´re scared, you´re smaller honey, I know.” She said.

It was true, he had shrunk, but why? He didn´t drank any of the milk in days. Was it some side effect? Was he supposed to shrink forever? Was it some late spurt? What was it?

“I… I know… BUT WHY?” he suddenly jumped over the bed.

The gigantic woman drove her enormous hand to his cheek, trying to settle him with her kind touch. “Aww, don´t worry sweetheart, it´s ok, I´ll take care of you, remember?”

Her hand was huge, enormous. She could wrap his whole head with a single hand. He felt vulnerable, but he still needed answers. So he insisted.

“I know… and thank you for that, but why am I smaller? The shrinking had stopped, why… why am I suddenly shrinking again?” he asked, looking for an answer on the giantess woman standing in front of him.

Lillian sighed, and then let moved aside, to take a seat on the bed. Her huge form bent; he could see in slow motion how her enormous butt fell over the mattress. He could also feel her weight fall over it; she was heavy. Of course, several times heavier than him.

“Dear, I know why you´re shrinking, but first, let me explain you something…” she said. But all he cared for was, does she know? Really?

“I told you yesterday that, you´re missing the love of a mother. You poor thing, she left you behind so long ago. I know you´re a man. But you´re never too old to know what´s it like to be in the arms of that someone who loves you…” he was confused for a moment, but she kept talking.

“Like I told you, you´ve gotten too small sweetie. You need someone to help you, to look after you, to love you. That´s why, I decided to invite you to my house. Here, I can look for you better, take care of you… and you´ll never miss any of my love. No, you won´t.” she said as she tapped his nose lightly.

He had no idea where was she going. But he decided to let her speak. He wouldn´t dare to interrupt a gigantic woman on her own house. It will be just a matter of time before she gives him the answer, he so much needed.

“But, Jonathan, dear, I haven´t been completely honest with you. You see, there´s some things I´ve kept to myself…” she said, now in a more serious way.

He was dropping some conclusions on his own. Was his house haunted? Was there something there he needed to know about and she didn´t tell him? Was that the reason why she acquainted him so much, because she knew there was something there and she chose not to tell?

“What if my house´s radioactive and no one told me?!” he thought, but it was just the sci-fi side of his mind speaking, he played way too much videogames.

“I told you I´m a widow, right? The first time we talked.” She continued. “I told you I had a husband, but he passed away.” She seemed sad now.

“I was alone, Jonathan, just like you. I didn´t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, I just wanted to be alone. I was depressed. I really was. I gained a lot of weight, believe me. I was just stuffing myself, shoving food in to relieve the pain. But that wasn´t what I needed.” This was new for him.

And that weight she gained turned her body into the curvaceous woman he first met. Of course, she shaped herself up with exercise, and now, with milk.

“I locked myself in this house, for months. Avoiding my friends, family, neighbors. I was isolated, I just came out whenever I needed to buy more food.” He wondered if the milk will come up now that she´s talking of food.

“During my time alone, I came up with an idea…” and then she turned at him. Her eyes fell on him, was he the idea she got? That couldn´t be. When he first met her, she was an active person. Morning jogging, friendly. There were no signs of sorrow in her, just a friendly neighbor.

“I was alone, Jonathan, alone with my thoughts, my sadness. I just, I needed someone. I lost my husband, but there was a lot of love in me to give.” She reached for his cheek and stroke it a little.

Jonathan wondered if she was looking for a lover. Would a woman her age, in a time of loneliness, look for a man? Someone to start a new flame with?

Jonathan had no idea where she was going. She was sad, he could understand it, but where would he fit in all these? And what does this have to do with the shrinking? If the milk was the cause, then she was missing the point here.

“I was lonely, dear. I really was. So, I came up with the only answer that I could think of. Love. I needed love.” He could understand that. Everyone needs love. And as he took a peek at her tremendous boobs, standing above his head, he wouldn´t mind if he was the friend she wanted. If that´s where she was going.

“I´m going to be honest with you, Jonathan. I´m too old to look for someone.” She explained.

“Well… I think you´re pretty…” he said without thinking.

“Aww, you´re too sweet honey. Thank you.” She smiled at him. She was a kind woman, pretty and attentive. Why would she have a hard time finding someone?

The answer was kind of obvious. A woman her size, standing now even taller than before. Most men will find her intimidating. Maybe sort of emasculating, to date a taller woman.

He could see the kindness in her eyes. Love, affection. She had a nurturing aura; and she was kind of intimidating. She was over three times his size, nearly four. She was a goddess for him now.

Lillian could see some reliability in him, as he smiled back to her. She knew he would understand what she was about to say. Her reasons, her intentions. She meant no harm.

“You know…” with those words, she extended her arm, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to her.

Jonathan was mesmerized as she pulled him into her huge frame. It was so sudden; he could no longer see her face. Her enormous breasts hid her face behind their enormity. He could also feel her enormous thigh, so big and soft. Her flesh was massive, but smooth. He was next to a land of womanly flesh. Hard to resist.

She continued, looking straight at the front. She didn´t want to see the expression in his face while she explained what had happened. Finally confess why he´s been shrinking since they met.

“Jonathan… I need to tell you the truth. And I hope you can understand.” She held him closer, tightening her grip on him. He freaked out for a moment.

“I was alone…” she sobbed. “I didn´t know what to do, I needed love, someone. But I couldn´t get married again. I couldn´t find the energy, the will to go out and find someone. Then, I had an idea…” her tone changed, more determined.

“I was not going to start dating again. But I wanted a man, a man for my own.” He swallowed.

Jonathan was scared. He could feel his heart pounding on his chest. She seemed different. As if she was about to confess something he wouldn´t want to hear.

“I knew that I couldn´t force anyone to stay with me. But what if that person wants to stay. What if he wants to be with me? What if he depends on me?” Her words reverberated in his ears. Was this what she was doing now? With him?

“I needed to find a way. So, I made some research and found a particular treatment. Something very expensive, but I had the money. I submitted myself in a special treatment. Wanna guess what was it about?” she asked, but he was quiet.

He couldn´t speak. He had the feeling that he wanted to run. Leave. Walk away and don´t turn back. Her words didn´t sound as kind as they used to. They were different. Even her tone. Something was off.

“My boobies, dear. I had a treatment for my boobs. Do you want to know what they did?” Once again, nothing, so she continued as if she was talking to her own. “My milk.” He rose his head, milk, that´s what he wanted to hear. But, milk?

“Breast milk, to be more precise. I started lactating. But not any milk. Mine, well, it has some particular properties. And I´m sure you already know what it does…” she stopped, for a second. She wanted to listen to him.

The pause was long enough so that he knew she wanted him to speak. He felt the pressure as if he had to. He looked up, just to find her face looming above him, staring directly to him from above. “Is it…” he pointed at himself. Her smile, her kind look was unsettling. “Is it sh-shrinking me?” he asked.

Lillian nodded. From high above, she nodded, he was right.

Everything started spinning around him. Was she the cause for this? He couldn´t believe it. Why would she? He had just arrived and she had shrunk him? It made no sense.

“I submitted to the treatment long ago. But I couldn´t chose anyone. I needed a single man for myself. I wondered, a dating app? Put an online add? Look for someone to hire? I had no idea where to look. And then, you moved in. And it was so perfect. You´re single, cute, and since the very first day, you fell for me.” He tried to pull away, but she didn´t let him.

“Aww, come on. You think I didn´t notice? It´s obvious. Whenever I step in the room, you just paused. You stopped doing whatever you were doing, whatever you were thinking on and simply ogled at me. But it´s fine, it´s completely natural. You were just looking at my bigger body. So tall, so thick, so… nurturing…” Her tone turned a bit more sensuous now.

“B-but… you shrunk me… why?” he asked.

“Well, I don´t know. I just wanted to be a mommy. Have my little man, to love, to care for… to nurse…” He questioned her mental health now. She was squeezing her left breast now. And the worse part was, it was dripping.

Jonathan was now sure that the milk part was no lie. Whatever they did, what was in her milk. It was shrinking him. And her stained breasts were the perfect proof. Why didn´t he notice before?

“I didn´t want to be a wife again, someone´s girlfriend. I wanted love, the kind of love a mommy receives. Jonathan, I want to be your mommy.” She declared bringing her face closer to his.

“But… why… why did you have to shrink me?” he asked, about to scream. She had totally ruined his life, and just because she wanted to be a mommy?

“Well, I didn´t want to be a real mother. What I wanted was the feeling it gives you, to know how does it feel when someone depends on you for everything, to care for someone. And also, I wanted someone to talk to. A man with whom I can talk to and who also sucks from my titties. It ain´t that bad, trust me.”

“It AIN´T? You just… you… you ruined my life just to have someone for you? That´s awful, what´s more, that´s selfish.” He protested.

“Hey, don´t say that. You´re the one getting all the good things. You don´t have to walk around with humongous milking breasts. You know, if I don´t milk myself every now and then, they really hurt. Besides, you can spend all day just sucking on me, without a care in the world. Just you and me. You don´t need to work anymore. Pay for anything. Go anywhere. I´ll provide for you. I´ll be here for you, now and always…” she was trying to convince him this was the right thing.

“No.” He said.

“Excuse me…?” That was not the answer he wanted to hear.

“You heard me, NO. I don´t want to, just… turn me back. I want to grow back.” He demanded.

“No can do, sweetie, you already got this small. Do you think there´s a way to grow back?” He started stressing. There was no coming back? No antidote?

“Honey, you´re just one more breastfed away from being the right size. Mommy´s almost big enough, isn´t she?” she asked.

More? Shrining even more? She was crazy. What had happened to her? Why was she doing this?

“No, Lillian, just… stop. And let go!” he demanded as he tried to pull himself away. But her grip was too tight, she was too strong.

“NO, listen, you´re here with me now. There´s no turning back. And…” she turned at him, reached for him with her other hand and, as if he weighted nothing, she placed her hands on his sides and picked him up. She placed him right in front of her face and said: “And I don´t want you to call me Lillian anymore… it´s mommy. M-O-M-M-Y.” He panicked.

This wasn´t happening. This must be wrong. A dream. Another of those weird dreams he had. This wasn´t real.

How was it possible that his amazonic neighbor had shrunk him and wanted him for her own, to fulfill some strange desires. This was wrong. There´s no way this was really happening. All the while, his shrinking had been her fault.

The milk she gave him. That gallon, it was full of breast milk. HER breast milk! She had been feeding him her shrinking milk all along. Watching how he slowly shrank.

Her invitation was just a means to get him right where she wanted. Have him under her roof. Inside her house. He needed to escape, run away.

“Come on, just say yes.” She said to him. She needed to convince him this was right. That by accepting, he´ll be taking the right choice.

She had shrunk him by her own will. But she needed him to love her. Want to be with her. This needed to happen the nice way, in a gentle manner. Else, she´s not sure what she´ll do.

“It´s good, for both. If you accept me as your new mommy, then you can get all the love you missed. I promise I´ll take good care of you. I´ll look for you, love you, I´ll LIVE for you, Jonathan. You´ll me my everything just as I´ll be yours. Please honey, just say yes.” Her smile didn´t seem so ensured. Deep inside, he knew she was scared.

Now that she confessed. He could tell his answer had her uneasy. She needed to hear the word “yes”. She wanted him to comply. To accept. A slight anguish filled her eyes. He wondered if this was a way to beg, but maintaining some composure.

“Please Jonathan. Do it for me, for both…” she was pleading.

She was kind. She really was. Maybe the means she used were wrong. But she didn´t meant to harm him. Still, she did.

“I… I feel bad…” he said.

“No, honey, don´t feel bad. It´s fine. There´s nothing to be ashamed of…”

“I´m not ashamed… I just… I feel kind of…”

“Kind of what, tell me sweetie, you can be true to me…” she needed to show him he could trust her. Now that she confessed, she needed to prove to him she will be as lovely as ever.

But Jonathan had something else in mind. If she would be as kind as she said, then she would understand what he was about to say.

“I feel… betrayed.” He said.

“Why?” she asked with a cooing voice.

“I feel that… you lied to me.” He knew that he couldn´t get away if he demanded her to. She was way too big and way too strong. Besides, he feared what this gigantic woman will do if she got mad. So, he came with an idea, if he pretended to feel bad, lied to, then, hopefully, this would buy give him some alone time.

“No, Jonathan, I didn´t. I just wanted to…” he cut her off.

“Then why didn´t you tell me? Why didn´t you ask me if I wanted to be shrunk. Maybe I could´ve accepted and there was no real need to lie to me and shrink me without my acknowledgement.” He was trying to make a point.

“I… would you…” she was starting to think he didn´t dislike the idea. What if he had accepted such offer before. His words only meant he could´ve considered this. Maybe she did wrong by tricking him to drink the milk. And breast feed him while he was sleeping, something she hadn´t say yet, she felt bad.

He could see she was buying it. It was time for him to get what he intended. “I feel… betrayed… I think I need some time alone before I decide. You know, if you don´t mind.” He turned at the floor, pretending to feel down.

“Oh, I… of course. You can have some time to think, honey.” She could be sensitive. She needed to show him she could understand. She wanted him to stay, to choose to stay. So, giving him some alone time, to think before giving an answer, it would be the right choice. To prove him she could be trusted.

Slowly, she lowered him to the ground. He could feel it, his plan was working. Maybe it was a bit spontaneous. But it worked. Apparently, she did care for him. But all he cared now was for a way out. He needed to escape. She seemed gentle before, now, she seemed kind of crazy.

He wouldn´t want to give in to what she says. At least not without thinking. As he made his way down, he could take a look of her body. Her huge bosom, so enormous. For a second, he really considered sucking on those milking breasts. He had no idea what it felt like. Not consciously of course.

Maybe living with Lillian wouldn´t be so bad. But she lied. What if her proposal was a lie too? What if she had no intentions in taking care of him and she just wanted to bring to life some fantasy of her. What could she do with a tiny man? What did she have in store for his near future?

He just turned at her gigantic arms as she placed him gently on the ground.

“Ok, precious. I´ll leave you here alone. But not for too long. Mommy will be back in an hour. I think that´s time enough for you to decide.” She stood up from the bed. She was colossal.

While she was sitting, the top of Jonathan´s head didn´t even cleared her knee. And her sturdy calves seemed to be as thick as his chest. Thicker even.

The giantess stood up, making him turn up to her. He couldn´t believe how big she was. A complete colossus emerging from the huge mattress. Feeling the sky above him. He felt tiny.

She was so tall, so thick. The underside of her boobs seemed as a pair of round clouds in the air. And her milk will be the rain that will fall over him. He could see the huge stains on her top. He knew that if he had chosen wrong, then he would be latching on those huge mammaries now.

Lillian walked out of the room, but when she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone inside, she thought: “I don´t know if I´ll be able to hold myself during an hour. My breasts feel so swollen. I hope he decides fast. Mommy needs some relieve…”

Jonathan was alone. Finally.

“Out, I need to get out.” He needed to find a way to escape.

When he first met her, Lillian seemed to be a kind woman, attentive. But now, he thought she was crazy.

The plan she confessed seemed nothing but a nightmare to him. Was he supposed to accept this woman´s proposal and become his property? She wanted to trap him, in a maternal prison.

He had no idea what she meant by love and caring, but he didn´t want to find out what was her meaning for that. Right now, the only thing he wanted was to run, step outside and run away with his shortened legs. And never turn back.

But first, he needs to get down of the enormous bed. He stood on the edge and looked down, that bed must be at tall as he is, even taller.

He took hold of the covers and climbed down of it. He was partially ashamed and partially mad at Lillian for causing him this.

She seemed so kind, but every time he found himself standing smaller, it was her fault. Every single time she walked into the room and saw his new shrunken form, she was the cause for it. Those gallons she brought to his house were nothing but jugs of shrinking milk. Her milk.

“Augh…” the idea that he had been drinking milk from her, coming out of her swollen breasts, thru her nipples and then poured into an empty gallon of milk. It felt weird, kind of gross.

Although, taking the milk out of a cow is not much different from it. It comes out of the cow and then it´s poured into a gallon. Aside of the whole process of pasteurization, the hygiene rules behind it and much other things, it´s kind of the same.

Jonathan felt nauseous for a second. Not because the milk was hers, but she lied to him. All this time he believed Lillian was a friend, an ally. But she just watched him shrink as her plan was fulfilled.

“That was mean.” He thought as he looked for a way out. He tried the window, but he was on the second floor. He wouldn´t had made it, not even on his old height.

After a while, he realized his only way out will be thru the main door. He had to sneak out of Lillian´s room, make it all the way thru the stairs and then open the front door and set himself free. All the while, he must avoid being spotted by her.

His captor was a giantess. In reality she was super tall, but to him, at his two-foot height, she was a complete giantess, standing over three times his height. He didn´t want to find out what will happen if she finds out the whole “betrayed” thing was just an excuse to be left alone.

She was intimidating only by her size, he didn´t want to meet her at a moment of rage, not even if she was just upset. She was several times taller, several times heavier, and much stronger. He could end up turned into pulp. Or wacked, he´s not sure what she´s capable of, or if there´s a gentle punishment for him.

The only gentle thing in a punishment coming from an amazon like Lillian is that he won´t end up dead. But the pain, it will sure be there.

He took a moment to think things thru. But what was there to think? He needed to get out, as simple as that. But the way he´ll do it, and if he will succeed, that´s what´s creeping his mind.

“Come on Jonathan, you can do it…” he encouraged himself as he was looking up at the room´s door. Never before he thought he´d be looking so up at a regular door. But he was, and what´s more, he was afraid of it.

He walked closer to it, now his head was below the knob. He had to look up at the door know, and by a good deal! He took a deep breath, trying to fill himself with courage. Brave.

He had to do it, he had to escape. Lillian was not a good woman, he thought she was but she wasn´t. She was just nice to pull him to her trap. Bring him close just to snap him when he was close enough.

He stretched his arm, but stopped right before his fingers reached the knob. He was worried, his main question was, was he really going for it?

While he was making his mind. Or so thought Lillian. She was busy downstairs, or at least looking for a way to get busy.

“The dishes are clean, the floor´s clean… no laundry… UGHHHH! How long has it been?” ten minutes, tops. She left the room less than ten minutes ago.

The desire to listening him saying “yes” made her anxious, and the growing pain in her breasts made it hard for her not to get desperate.

Lillian was not a patient woman. She doesn´t even know how she made it this far without confessing. Every time she went to Jonathan´s place and found him smaller, the only thing she wanted was to pamper him. Take him in her arms and carry him home, with her.

“Your new home. Jonathan. This will be your new home, with your new mommy… but please, hurry…” she was so close, in less than an hour, he´ll be hers. That´s if he agrees.

She thought that by now he´ll be more than eager to be with her, under her care. But when he rejected her, for a second, her blood boiled.

When his lips made out the word “no” instead of a total “yes”, she felt sad, but that was just for a second. After all she´s done, all she had gone thru, he had the nerve to say no? She was mad, for a second she only had the desire to put hands on him and force the right words out of his mouth. But that was not a good idea.

If he finds the wrong set of emotions in her, then he won´t agree, never. That´s why she needed to calm down, take a deep breath and maintain her composure. She doesn´t need to force him, she only needs to persuade him, letting him know all the good things that will come if he chooses her.

“I thought these huge boobs will be enough…” she grabbed her breasts with her hands, gigantic mounds of milking flesh ready for him to nurse on them. “But I guess he´s too shocked… aww, poor thing, I wonder if he needs a hug?” her intentions were good, but her ways not.

Shrinking a man and taking his life away from him is not exactly the best deal. Maybe if she had searched for a man willing to, then it would´ve been easier, and maybe faster. But Jonathan, he was not aware of it.

Someone else who wasn´t aware of it was Melissa. Who´s currently walking down the hall, pulling her skirt down, her long legs were too long for her now tiny skirt. But it was that or extra short pants. She hadn´t had the time to find new clothes.

“I gotta let Jonathan know this milk´s not the cause…” Melissa said as she pulled out her phone and dialed.

She woke up in the morning, same height. No changes in her newly 6´6” stature. Even after she drank the whole gallon. She needed to let Jonathan know the milk was not it. She thought he hadn´t read his last message, so she decided to call.

*ring* *ring*

Jonathan´s phone was left down on the living room the night before. Lillian didn´t see it when she came last night to collect him from the couch. But now, she could hear it.

The gigantesque woman approached to the sound. Sort of confused, that wasn´t the sound of her phone, but it was definitely a phone.

“I wonder who it is…” spoke the woman as she swayed her meaty hips thru the kitchen and then thru the living room. She was massive, a giant mount of curves making her way to the phone.

Her thick things trembled as she walked, her enormous breasts bounced with each step. And her ass, the gigantic ass moving from one side to the other as her long legs walked her to Jonathan´s phone.

“Melissa…” she whispered as she read the name on the phone. Of course, who else could it be.

She knew this was the lady who almost ruined her plan, but now that Jonathan wasn´t there, there´s no one to answer her call.

“Sorry honey, our little men won´t be able to take your call…” she grabbed the phone and hung up.

Melissa was sent to voicemail on the other line. She found it strange. But she could call again, only that, no one will receive that call.

As soon as Lillian hung up, she turned off the phone. Completely.

“No more interruptions.” For a second, a shadow was casted on her face, an evil smile showed on her kind face. This wasn´t normal.

Turns out, Lillian has a not so good side. Of course, she´ll be all hugs and kisses with Jonathan, but for everyone else, she won´t. Specially towards Melissa, who according to her, had done nothing but to step between her and her cutie.

“I´m gonna keep this with me…” said Lillian as she wedged his phone inside her pocket. Her clothes were so tight on her that the phone made a miracle fitting in, now it was caged in a thick fleshy prison.

“Out… the only way is out…” said Jonathan as he looked up at the knob.

Several minutes went by as he decided whether or not to open the door. He had his doubts. What if Lillian was out there? What if she was standing right in front of the door?

He trembled as an image of Lillian appeared inside his head. He could picture her standing outside, and with her hands on her wide hips she says: “Well well well, where do you think you´re going… honey?” She was scary, her size was very intimidating.

He didn´t know what to do. He could try his luck and open the door. There´s a fifty-percent chance she´s not there. He could test the odds.

But he couldn´t.

He stood there, wondering if he should accept her offer. Could that be so bad?

He wouldn´t need to worry about work. Paying bills. Running errands. She´ll take care of everything, she even said so. He could spend the rest of his time pampered by the humongous lady. Even lure at her curvaceous body.

“Are you hungry, Jonathan? Cause momma´s got plenty for you right here…” he pictured Lillian squeezing her enormous rack, milk dripping from her nipples.

He shivered. That image was enough to make him aware of the consequences. Her offer was not meant to make things easier for him, but to her. She was the one getting what she wanted. By now, there was no choice for him. She made that clear.

“But… what is she going to do to me?” he feared the outcome of his choices. To him, rejecting her offer was the right choice, but what will she do about it?

“Patience… you must be patient Lillian…” she said to herself as she waited in the kitchen. So far, thirty minutes had gone by. Not fast enough, if you ask her.

“Half way there… we´re half way there.” She didn´t want to step inside the room and interrupt his “meditation” time. He had to decide, she granted him that.

An hour, she gave him an hour to think. Make up his mind and decide. Of course, she thought he was only convincing himself this was the right thing to do, to comply with her.

“Come on dear, you don´t need all this time to think…” she whispered. By now, she had two wet stains on her shirt, right on top of her nipples. Her breasts were getting filled with milk. She could feel their heavy weight pulling her down.

The feeling was unbearable, annoying. She hated that part of the deal here. But she was not the one to complaint, she made the choice. The only thing Jonathan was doing now was making her wait.

Little does he know, by the time she goes upstairs, his mouth will be pinned around her thick hard nipple.

Tic tac.

He touched the knob. Finally. He encouraged himself and now he was about to turn the knob. The only problem is that it was too high.

“Fuck… I need to stand on my tiptoes to reach… it´s humiliating.” The first stage of his plan was done. Turning the knob. But how was something so simple to do so hard to achieve?

He stepped out of her room and turned at both sides. She wasn´t there. He felt relieved, now, time to get out of there.

If he could still reach the knob in her room, then he could as well reach the main entrance´s door. It might be heavier, but he´ll manage.

With each step, his heart beat quickened. The air felt heavier, the room felt larger.

He had shrunk more, he lost seven more inches overnight. The cause was the milk, but not any milk, Lillian´s milk. He feared what this woman could be capable of. What if he turns down her offer and she decides to dispose him and start over? She couldn’t, right? She just said she was the one.

He walked, slowly, trying to make the least of noise. The floors didn´t creak under his diminutive weight. At least that was a good side of it.

As he walked, he wondered, all the while he was thinking, worried. She was kind, right? This was no lie, not fake, she was a kind person. She may not understand why he decides to run away, but she won´t chase him, right? She won´t look after him with nothing but rage in her side.

“She… she´ll understand…” he thought that when she found him gone, she´ll see this was not meant for him. But that was just an idea he had; an idea he held into to appease his mind.

One, two, three… he went down all the steps on the stairs. Looking everywhere as he did. His hands were shaking and a cold sweat filled his forehead. He was nervous, scared. He feared the second the giantess will appear and shove him clean off the floor and drag him back into her room. This time, he won´t have it that easy.

He could see the main door, the way out; his way out. He was a few feet away from freedom. More like a few yards to him. Out, his only way was out. Out of the house, out of… Lillian. He may want to say goodbye, but how will she take it?

“No, it´s better this way…” he thought. But he forgot about one thing.

He stopped; he was so worried that he forgot one thing. What to do after? He couldn´t go back home, that will be the first place in which she´d look for him. Then, he remembered, Melissa. He could look for shelter with her.

And then, something else came to his mind… his phone. “Shit.” He left it on the living room, where he was supposed to wake up. Not in Lillian´s bed several inches shorter.

Now, he turned to the side, at the couch where he fell asleep last night. He had to get there and pick his phone. He swallowed. Was she there?

He sneaked into the room; he needed his phone. That´s his only way to get a hold of Melissa. He didn´t know how to get where she lived. He needed her to meet him somewhere, not the other way around.

Now, as he walked into the living room, his legs trembled. His heart was racing inside his chest. He felt hot and cold at the same time.

He was crouching now. Was there any use in it? He was already too short to be seen from a normal height, there was a bigger chance a woman as tall as Lillian will miss him. Still, he felt safe that way.

When he reached over the table, trying to find his phone, he couldn´t. He ran his fingers thru the whole table, nothing, his phone wasn´t there. He stood straight and, barely being able to see above, he found nothing.

“M-maybe the other table…” he thought as he walked to the other side of the couch.

When he got there, nothing. He found the same empty spot there too.

“The couch!” Maybe his phone sand between the cushions. He looked for it, between, above, then on the floor. Nothing. Gone, his cell phone was gone.

He crawled, looking for it thru the whole living room´s floor.

“Looking for something?” said a voice from above.

“NO…” he whispered as he stood up and slowly turned.

Caught, she caught him. That was her, her unmistakable voice. Maybe he should´ve ran out without thinking, perhaps, he´ll be safe.

Right now, as he turned back and then up and up at the giantess, he was scared. Fully.

There she was, Lillian was standing right in front of him. And she didn´t seem happy. He could see his phone on her hand. It seemed so small when she held it.

“I thought you needed some time ALONE to think, what? Does that girl Melissa help you think? Hmm? Did you wanted to call her, cause SHE just called YOU.” Her tone seemed aggravated. She was mad, he could tell.

The way she was standing, the slight frown, the tone of her voice. Her sheering stature just made her look more intimidating as she looked down at him. She wasn´t pleased by finding him there.

“I was… just…” he thought he was so clever when he made his last excuse, now there was no way out of this. What could he say? He sneaked out of the room and made it half way to the door.

She felt insulted. She just threw the phone into the middle of the couch. He turned at it and then back at her.

“WHAT? Wasn´t that the thing you were looking for? GO ahead, grab it.” She commanded as she placed both of her hands on her hips. She seemed so pissed.

He just turned and held it in his hands, looking up to her. Was he waiting for some sort of permission? She was mesmerizing. Standing so tall and so mad, she was an authority now.

“So… why did you wanted that phone for? What made you step out of the room, where I clearly said I´ll look for you after an hour? I should´ve said you were supposed to stay there.” She sounded mad. “But I guess I should´ve been clear about it. But trust me, dear, from now on, I´ll be crystal clear.”

He was shaking now.

She knew it, she held some kind of power over him. Being so big meant most people would fear her, but to him, she was a goddess. A gigantic sexy goddess. Now, it´s time to test that authority.

“I think you got more than enough time to think, honey… have you decided already?” she asked.

“I… do… no, I… I´m still…”

“Thinking? Are you still thinking?” He just nodded.

She let a generous amount of air escape her nostrils. He could listen, that was frustration leaving her body. He swallowed once more.

“Ok… I think you still have like twenty more minutes.” He felt relieved for a second. “But…” he hated “but´s”. “I think someone disobeyed me, and that´s not allowed. Whether you accept or not, you´re in MY house, which means, I´M in charge.” Worried, he was worried again.

“S-sorry…” he said, trying to appeal to her gentle side.

“I know you are… but, there will be a small punishment for you… that´s if you can call it a punishment.” She calmed down a little, but that only meant she had an idea.

Jonathan turned at his phone, he wanted to call Melissa, but this sudden punishment, it will interfere with his plans. “W-what is… is it?” he stuttered.

“Simple. You have twenty more minutes to think, but I can´t wait for that long, that´s why… I have an idea.” And just like that, she guided her hands to the bottom of her top and pulled it up.

He wondered why he didn´t see the stains of milk on her before. The underside of her top, right below her boobs, was wet. Now, she pulled it off, revealing her monstruous tits.

He had to crane his neck so high to look at them. They were perfect, huge, firm, heavy. Her nipples seemed so large and hard. Part of him wanted to put his hands on them, and he also wanted to run away from her.

Those gigantic breasts had done one thing, and one thing only, shrink him. They produced the milk that got him this small. That made her so big.

“Listen, sweetheart, I can´t wait any longer, I´ll give you time to think, but your punishment will be that…” she bent over and whispered to him: “You´re going to have to suck on my boobies while you think.” He dropped his phone.

Jonathan took a few steps back, but she rapidly wrapped her hands around him and pulled him into her. Up and up, she lifted him off the ground.

He could see her face closer, and her boobs even more. Her boobs seemed swollen; he could see blue veins all over. She wasn´t lying when she said she couldn´t wait any longer. Her breasts were already dripping.

He could listen to the drops of milk falling at the floor. Meanwhile, all he could see was her face; and all he could breathe was her scent, filling his nostrils.

“I know we made a deal, but you kind of broke it when you came out of the room. Maybe you deserve a spanking, but mommy doesn´t want to hurt you. No, she doesn´t.” she cooed at him. Perhaps, he did mess up.

“Now, your sentence is to suck on my titties and relieve the pain I´m feeling. You can do that, right?” she was only asking because she was polite, but whether he wanted or not, he´ll end up sucking on her.

Jonathan nodded. Knowing this was only going to make him smaller. He feared the shrinking, but not as much as he feared Lillian.

“There we go, aren´t you the sweetest of all? Now…” she bent and took a sit on the couch.

Her hips were so wide and her butt so big that she occupied the space of two people. The couch creaked under her heavy weight and the fall made her breasts quake like jelly.

Jonathan was looking up at her, beyond those enormous breasts. He could see a sensuous line of cleavage between her gigantic mammaries. His male side was so into this, but a small voice inside his head was screaming.

“Ok honey, here you go…” she just placed him sideways in front of her nipple, supporting his butt with one of her large hands and holding his head with her hand. He wasn´t over the fact that Lillian was so gigantic. He felt so puny, so vulnerable.

To think that a few days ago, he was only a foot shorter than her, now, he could barely reach her knee. He was in no position to argue with her, she could do as she pleased, and he won´t be able to complaint.

“Come on, just take the nipple in…” she said in a nice way. “This is what you get for disobeying mommy, now, you wouldn´t want to see mommy mad, would you?” she teased.

He lost no time and took her nipple in.

He had never done this, at least not awake. He placed both hands on her gigantic breast, partially because he feared being crushed beneath its heavy weight. But the sensation he had on his mouth.

The size of her nipple was beyond big; huge! It was huge. To him, it was like sucking a golf ball, so big and round. And the puffy sensation of it. But that was not the main thing about it.

Before he even started sucking, a thin flow of milk began to flow in. Slowly feeling his mouth. It was the same tasty flavor of the sweet milk she gave him before, but now it was warm. He liked the taste of her milk when it was cold, but now that he could drink straight from the tit, the warmth of her creamy milk made it so much tastier.

Before he knew it, his mouth was filled with the creamy milk of her tit. “Time for you to swallow, precious.” Cooed Lillian from above.

He swallowed, then started sucking and swallowed again. It took him the least of effort to make the milk flow faster. A large amount of milk was coming in, he had to suck and swallow faster.

But once he started, he knew he wouldn´t be able to stop. There had always been something on her milk that made him want more and more. He was not sure if it was the taste or the creamy feeling, but he couldn´t stop latching.

While he sucked, he wondered how could this happen, how was it that she was so authoritative, and so kind at the same time. She didn´t even had to frown or raise her voice to have him tremble. He feared her anger, but so far, he had only met her nice side.

Lillian was an imposing woman, so tall, so big. Her body was thick all over. Her legs, her arms, and those enormous tits of her and her gargantuan ass. He would´ve loved it if she had chosen a different way to “get close” to him.

But he was not expecting this woman to tell him such a thing. Mommy? A mommy, but why. Why did she want such a thing. Was she crazy? Desperate?

For a moment, he thought she used this as an excuse to enslave a man and trap him inside her house. Shrunk to make it impossible for him to set lose, to escape. This seemed to be kind of the perfect plan.

But why does she need to lactate? She had complained more than once about the swelling of her tits; about how, every time she starts lactating, her tits ache. Did she like the pain? Did she like to have a man sucking on her?

Her moans only confirmed his thoughts, having his mouth sucking on her nipple did arouse her somehow. And it also turned him on a little.

Jonathan didn´t want to say a thing, but having such enormous tits so close to him. Their fragrance, their softness. It was so erotic. He was latching on breasts heavier and maybe bigger than him. Not every man can say so.

His member was getting hard at the moment. Every suck he gave her, made his cock twitch. He could feel blood flowing to his dick as milk began to flow into his stomach.

Lillian turned down to him. Her face emerged from behind the enormous mountains of flesh her tits were. She was smiling by the fact that she didn´t have to push him too much to comply.

“Now, just think about it, honey. You can have access to my titties all day long. You can be fed by me every time you want, at any moment. I promise I´ll always be full for you…” she winked.

Full was not precisely the word he wanted to hear. Her tits were gigantic. Now, how much of those titanic breasts was milk? There´s muscle, fat and fibers that compel her round breast. In her case, there´s milk stored inside all that. But how much milk is inside those round boobs.

If one of her heavy tits weights as much, or even more than him, what percentage of milk makes up the full weight on her tits? He could feel his stomach getting satisfied by now. And he had only gone thru one of her boobs, not even finished.

How could he feed of her breasts and empty them? His stomach could only stretch so much, he was not a balloon she could inflate with milk. She knows that, right?

While Lillian was looking tenderly at him, proud of what she had done. He was not that happy. The milk was flowing to his mouth, and then he swallowed it once his cheeks were filled. But that was not the problem.

“Can I unlatch?” he wondered. “Am I supposed to wait for her to shift me into her other tit? I can feel the milk beginning to accumulate inside my stomach.” His stomach had shrunk together with him.

Before, he could drink half a gallon of milk. He had already done that. But that was a couple feet ago. How much could he take in now? A quarter? And did she use all of her milk to fill the gallon? Or just one tit? Maybe she needed a whole day to fill it.

He was trying to make the math, but he was sure that the inevitable outcome of his current situation will be that he´ll be full before he finished with one tit.

In the meantime, Lillian could already feel the relieve in one of her tits. So much satisfaction granted to her by him. He made her feel better, and he could relieve the pain without having to use that annoying breast pump. This felt much better, more natural.

“Do you like my milk, sweetheart?” she asked, to what he only nodded, sucking further onto her tit.

“I´m sure you do, it´s sweet, isn´t it? And it´s also good for you, for your bones. My milk is full of nutrients. In fact, I think all a grown man like you needs is milk, that´s it.” Her words were not as cooing as she thought.

Only milk? That´s what he was hearing. If he chose to stay, he´ll be fed only by her milk. Sucking on her all day long. He could already feel a long for solid food. Also, when was the last time he ate something solid?

“Oh, just look at that, it seems my nipples are not the only hard thing around…” said the gigantic woman as she touched the tip of his cock with her finger.

Her fingers were enormous. Longer than his penis, maybe. Everything on this woman was beyond any imaginable proportion he had ever thought about. And now, she was playing with him. How could she be so careless about his erection?

Then, she rubbed his member using her index and thumb, making him tremble. He started kicking his legs, she was playing with him, teasing him while he was sucking on her breast.

He wanted to pull himself away, but she pinned his face to her tit, making it impossible for him to move. He began to squirm, trying to remove her hand from his member.

“Aww, don´t squirm so much, I´m just playing a little…” A toy, that´s all he was to her. This gigantic woman could do with him as she wanted, and he couldn´t say a word. She was bigger, stronger, completely in command. What was he supposed to do, cry? She´ll only rush to comfort him, nothing else.

But this was not the end of it. While she kept playing with his dick, he realized something. She will only get bigger. She said it before, the shrinking was not over. The milk he was swallowing, the one that was slowly filling his stomach, it will cost him some more inches.

He feels the same. He hasn´t shrink so far. But the problem is, he will. And the worst part, he will shrink while he´s sleeping. He won´t be aware of the changes. Jonathan will wake up just to find a world bigger than the one he left before he fell asleep.

This was not something easy to deal with. If he sucked, he shrank. But Lillian wanted him to suck, and he feared what could be Lillian´s reaction if he chose not to comply. Besides, she´s so much bigger, he´s obliged to do as she says. This is awful.

“Ok, enough of it…” she said as she let go of his dick. “We wouldn´t want you to have an accident, right?” She was mean, mean in a kind way.

All the while, he could do nothing but to suck and swallow. His stomach was full already. Or that´s how he felt. He was never a voracious eater. He only ate until he felt his stomach full to a certain limit. A limit he established. But now, he was going beyond his limit.

He never tested the full capacity of his stomach. But today, it seemed to be a perfect time for it, even if he wasn´t looking for that.

Lillian had him suck on the same tit for a while now, how long had it been? He only had twenty minutes and so far, the only thing he has thought about it was that, she´ll force him to do anything she wants.

He already felt bloated. Too much milk. It could be easier if he could digest it faster, but to do so, he´ll have to sleep. It wouldn´t be that hard, he was feeling kind of tired now.

He was a 26-year-old man who had never needed a nap before. He woke up by noon, but he never took a nap. Now, the heavy milk inside his stomach was forcing him to do so.

“Come on, just wait a little longer, Jonathan. You still have one more tit to go, then I´ll let you sleep.” She said as she unlatched him from one tit.

He could see a thin strain of saliva coming from his mouth all the way to her tit. He wasn´t proud of it.

Before he could speak, she presented her other tit to him. He was full already, but she inserted her nipple into his mouth before any words came out of him.

“Here we go again…” he thought as more milk began to flow into his mouth. Her other tit was almost empty when she unlatched him, the pressure inside her other breast had decreased, but not this one. He could feel the streaming flow pushing inside his mouth.

He had to rush, swallow faster and faster. He could already feel some pain on her stomach. He wondered if this could be kind of the same pain Lillian feels on her tits when she´s full. But she has two tits, and he only had one stomach. Will he manage to finish all of the milk inside her?

*glup* *glup* *glup*

That´s all Lillian could hear from him. Jonathan couldn´t stop sucking, the milk was making him go further and further. His stomach was overstretched now, but he couldn´t stop.

Lillian noticed his bloated tummy. Inflated by the milk inside it. She reached for him and started rubbing his stomach.

“That´s it, there you go, getting full with my milk. But don´t worry, your stomach will stretch and stretch until you´re able to finish all of mommy´s milk without hesitating. The only problem is, you´ll be smaller in a couple hours…” He listened to her words, but he couldn´t focus on it now, he needed to think of a way to escape.

“But I think my body will eventually produce just enough milk for you… I hope.” She had no idea how her body worked. She was like a dairy factory, producing milk at all times. And Jonathan did nothing but make her produce more. She felt so good when he was near, as if she needed to nurture him.

Jonathan didn´t want it, he didn´t want any of this. Would things had come up any different if he had chosen not to open the door to her when they first met? Would she had chosen a different victim?

He couldn´t. He chose it, he was dragged to her because of her boobs, those big majestic boobs. Now, they seemed as a pair of titanic mountains of flesh, hanging from her chest. A single one of her tits filled his vision now.

Was this one of the things he caused himself? Like a trap he fell into? Of course, it was all planned by her. How was it that she was getting exactly what she wanted and he was only doing what she wanted because she was such a giantess? Was this some sort of punishment?

“Ten more minutes…” she said. “You still have another ten minutes to think, honey. I hope this is making it easier for you to decide…”

“TEN MINUTES!” Jonathan was alarmed. She wanted an answer, and within ten minutes. Time was going faster than he thought.

So far, he only thought on faking acceptance while he waited for her to fall asleep and then, he´ll escape. Thru the door, a window, even the cat´s door (if there´s any).

But he couldn´t think straight. He felt tired, and the rest of mind power he had, was set into not throwing up. He was so full of milk, but he was in some sort of trance while he was drinking. As if his mouth was working on it´s own. And the sweet taste of the milk was making him suck and suck without a care of his own body.

Will Melissa come by and help him out of this. Could there be anyone who notice he was missing? This amazonic woman Lillian wanted to keep him for her. And that´s it. She promised to care for him, love him, give him all he never had. But was it worth it?

He´d lose all of the independency he struggled so much for. All those years of hard work on his gamer career, all gone to waste. Maybe if he knew this would happen, then he would´ve come straight to this house when they kicked him out of his and give in.

The milk was messing with him too. There were times when all he wanted to do was suck on Lillian´s enormous tit. Latch on her nipple and forget about everything else. Thinking that this wasn´t so bad. Maybe just a way to show his affection to her.

But then his mind will wake him up of these uncanny fantasies. When thinking about Lillian´s huge form, holding him while he sucked on her boobs. He felt embarrassed. That´s not the way a grown man should think. Not what he should be doing or aiming to do.

For as good as it seemed to forget about everything, and not worry about nothing. He felt strange. That was not a life, it was just, a way to give her what she wanted. He would become a part of HER life and forget about his. His goals, his house, everything.

Before he even realized, his jaw dropped. He was in shock. If he didn´t get out of there, then this enormous woman will treat him as… as…

“As a baby.” He thought. It was ok when a couple called each other babe, or baby; it was just a way of playing. A small coo in their relationship, meant only to prove the affection they had for each other.

But Lillian wanted to take things to a whole different level. What were her plans? Carry the 26-year-old Jonathan everywhere around the house? Feeding him was for sure on her plans, but what else was inside that weird mind of hers.

“Well, Jonathan. Time´s up.” She declared. It seems the breastfeeding was over. Now, she got the relieve she wanted, and he had just realized how truly bloated he was. It even hurt a little, all that milk churning inside his stomach. Why couldn´t he stopped before?

But that overly full stomach only caused one thing, sleepiness. He felt tired, he knew there was something in that milk of hers, he wasn´t sure what, but he always felt tired whenever he had too much of it.

“Just close your eyes honey, mommy´s here. Mommy´s going to take care of you…” she cooed as he was slowly falling into a deep sleep.

“I know you´re too tired now, so you don’t have to give me that answer we talked about. At least not now. I can wait until you wake up.” More time, she was giving him more time, the bad thing was that he´d be sleeping all the while. He couldn´t think of anything if he was unconscious.

Wake up and run away. That was the only thing he had thought about. The best plan he could come up with. Grabbing his phone from the floor, call Melissa and escape. Freedom was his only aim at the moment.

Lillian could see he was struggling to stay awake, so she decided to cradle him in her arms. Finally, she was giving him the love she so wanted to show. A man to her own, to pamper and love to her hearts content.

She was a little sad he didn´t saw things the same way she did. But maybe this intimate time they just had would be enough to prove him this was right.

“Maybe when he wakes up… he´ll start calling me mommy. Aww, wouldn´t that just be the cherry on top of the cake?” she thought as Jonathan closed his eyes and went off into a deep sleep.

“There we go…” she cooed. “Take your nap, when you wake up, mommy will be bigger, well, seem bigger. It is you who´s going to shrink. But don´t worry, mommy will protect you, that´s right, I´ll keep you safe here with me. No one will hurt you while you´re in my care, Jonathan…” She was really getting what she wanted.

This couldn´t be it. Jonathan couldn´t be trapped just like that. How could it be possible that this woman had taken everything away from him only using her milk?

But this wasn´t the end, at least, he still had someone outside. Melissa. Who was worried as she found no reply from him.

“Come on Jonathan. At least write “ok”” she said as she checked her phone´s messages on the elevator. It had been a while now, and he hadn´t call or text back. She was getting worried. What if something happened to him? She needed to know.

But he was safe. Well, as safe as a man can be in the arms of his enormously voluptuous neighbor who shrank him. Lillian was everything a man into bigger women would want to. Except for her maternal side, it seems she took things a bit too far.

Now, she was sitting on her couch, with her enormous tits naked and rubbing Jonathan´s face into them. The warmth, the closeness. It was a tender moment for her, a small victory. She knew the man will come to his senses when he woke up and just accept her offer. To her, this seemed as a hard to reject offer.

And it was, in one side, she thought she was offering heaven to him. And on the other, she was too big and scary to go against anything she said. She wasn´t mean, but she was several times bigger than Jonathan. Having to look way up to her gave him goosebumps.

Now, when he wakes up, is he going to be alone? Is she going to stay with him all the time? If he wants to run away, he needs some time to find a way out. Else, he´ll be doomed.

Chapter 25

Frustration, that was all Jonathan could feel as he stood there, standing, looking around. The place was huge, and strange. He felt as if he was somewhere he had never been before. Like a place made from scrap, a new place built with things from places he´s already been to.

He can recall the stairs from Lillian´s place, but the furniture seemed off. He turned, analyzing the whole place. Then, he heard steps. Someone was coming.

He turned back, to where the steps appeared to come. Stumps, they sounded like huge stomps coming his way. For a second, a shadow appeared on the hallway, growing bigger as that person was coming closer.

“W-who´s there?!” he yelled. Trembling to the core.

Then, that someone approaching finally appeared. Emerging from the shadows, it was Melissa. She was finally there.

“Jonathan?” she asked, looking around, searching for him.

“Melissa! I´m here…” he said, he was amazed.

He ran towards her, with his arms wide open, it didn´t matter that he was barely above her knee level, she was finally there. That person who he thought will be his savior.

“Jonathan! Oh my, I´ve been looking everywhere for you… come here…” she said, looking down at him, walking towards him with open arms.

He couldn´t believe his joy. There she was, Melissa, finally someone to protect him from Lillian.

“I´m so glad you´re here. Lillian, she´s… she´s crazy, she has a plan, you were right, someone messed up with the milk, but it wasn´t just milk, it was from…” He felt relieved, she was his way out of there.

“Shh, it´s ok Jonathan, I´m here, it´s fine…” she cooed, hugging him, kneeling on the floor and embracing the man´s shrunken form.

Jonathan was calm, safe. He hugged Melissa, feeling her enormity. She seemed huge, but that´s because of his shrinking. But his perception of her was kind of, odd. He knew he was hugging her, but how come he couldn´t feel her skin? Her soft flesh? Not even her arms above him.

“It´s fine, Jonathan, mommy´s here…” suddenly, her voice began to sound off. Distorted.

Jonathan panicked. He tried to pull away, but she pinned him into her. He felt as if he was sinking on her flesh, but he wasn´t. She was growing.

“Melissa, what the…” her words were strange, but then, her big bust, that was right on his face, began to expand.

He knew her arms were behind him, but now, they were pressing him hard against the expansive mounds of flesh her breasts were.

She was inflating. He noticed that even her body seemed fuller. Wider, fleshier. Melissa´s hot and newly curvaceous body was expanding, becoming much more massive. She was filling his whole view now.

“Don´t worry, sweetheart, mommy´s here to protect you, no one will hurt you as long as you´re under MY care…” her voice, it wasn´t Melissa´s anymore, it was Lillian´s voice, coming from above him.

How was it possible? Wasn´t that Melissa just a second ago? He squirmed, pulled himself out of the flesh-cage. Her breast´s flesh bouncing around him. He was trapped between breasts as big as him.

When he finally turned up, he could see Lillian´s face, with a huge grin on her face. She was looking down at the man trapped between her breasts.

“L-lillian, w-hat are you…?” he was beyond confused.

“Shh, it´s ok, Jonathan, just calm down, you´re about to shrink, but that´s ok, I´m here for you…” Did she said, shrink?

“What are you?” but just as she said, he began to shrink, fast. How big was he? Two feet tall? He may as well be smaller, but now, he could see his surroundings, which were Lillian´s breasts, growing. Expanding.

Everything was getting darker as he could see the walls of boob flesh rising higher and higher. He was falling deep inside Lillian´s cleavage.

“What´s going on?!” he alarmed.

“Shh shh, it´s ok, honey. Just let go and rest in mommy´s boobs…” just like that, she pushed him deeper between her breasts.

She wasn´t holding him anymore, he had shrunk all the way and was now caged only by her boob flesh. Pinned between those huge mounds of milky flesh.

“Noooo! Wait!” he tried to pull himself up, but it was hard. He rose his arms but was finally sank between her monstruous tits. He may as well be six inches tall now.

He could see nothing. Where was he? But then, he could see something, something big and round, right in front of his face.

“What is this?” he wondered as he reached for it with his hands. And once he touched the enormous thing. He heard a laugh.

“Hahahahaha, oh Jonathan. So eager to touch mommy´s nipple…” a nipple! That thing seemed as big as a basketball´s ball!

Now, she was holding him, using only one hand. She had trapped him, and he fitted so perfectly in just one of her hands. How huge was she? How small was he?

She seemed to be fifty feet tall. And her breasts were as big as buildings. Huge zeppelins, full of milk.

“There you go honey…” with that said, she pinched her nipple with her free hand, and then, a huge stream of milk began to fall all over him.

She was washing him completely only with milk from one tit. He could see nothing but the creamy-whiteness of her milk. He was drowning in breast milk.

“There there, this will be your last spurt, honey. You´re almost there…” By spurt, she meant shrinking.

Her hand seemed to be growing over him. The milk was shrinking him. He was covered with that sweet nectar that did nothing but to shrink him. He knew he was too small now, but he was shrinking so fast.

He felt as if he was vanishing in her hand, and when he turned up, he could only see her face. Happy, joyfully watching him shrinking into nothing.

“Lillian, no… please, you can´t… Lillian… Lillian… LILLIAAAAAAAAAN!” Everything disappeared in a second.

“Noooooo!!!” he rose, but not from a huge hand, and not covered with milk. He was in a huge bed, covered with sheets.

“Am I… w-where am I?” he turned at his sides. Looking at the room. This was definitely Lillian´s house, in what appeared to be her room. He was shocked, but he felt relieved.

It was a nightmare, only a nightmare. He wasn´t disappearing into nothing. He was just sleeping. Safe. Or as safe as he can be, he did yell at last.

“Jonathan? Honey, are you ok?” it was Lillian, calling him from somewhere. But then, he could listen to her coming closer. Her heavy footsteps clumping at the floor.

“Jonathan, did you fall from bed? Are you hurt? It´s ok, mommy´s coming!” she rushed to the door.

He panicked. His reality wasn´t too distant from his dream. He was still trapped, not in her bosom, but in her house.

Her caring words didn´t seem as soothing as she thought. His heart was racing inside his chest once more. He needed to escape. He pulled the sheets, but when he uncovered his body, he found something. He was naked.

“What the?” He turned down, where were his clothes? But while he was thinking, the door made a sound. Someone was about to come in.

“Jonathan?” came Lillian´s voice as she entered the room, fast. He covered himself back. His plans to escape were frustrated by the fact that he was naked.

He blushed. He didn´t want her to see him naked. All happened so fast, but he wondered, did she see anything?

If he was naked and his clothes were nowhere to be seen, then she must have already seen his body naked. She was the one who put him there, cause the last thing he remembers was to be laying on her lap as she breastfed him.

She spotted him, he was just laying there. So, she spoke. “What´s the matter, honey? Did you have a bad dream?” Of course he did, and she was the main reason for his fear.

“N-no…” he lied.

“Then? Why were you…? Oh, did you miss me? Did you miss mommy?” she asked.

This mature woman wanted to encage him, a 26-year-old-man, and so easily call herself that way? Seriously, what´s in her mind?

“I… well… I was just… wondering where… where are my clothes?” he said, trying to turn things in a different direction.

“Oh, I threw them away.” She said, as simple as that.

“What? But, why?”

“Because, they don´t fit, duh… but don´t worry, I´ve got you covered…” she winked at him and then walked into the room and pulled one of the drawers.

She had all of his attention, even if he didn´t wanted to see her. Now, she was standing, turning her back at him. And when she bent, her ass. He could fix his eyes nowhere but to her ass.

Her gargantuan butt seemed so huge now. He almost drooled. This thick woman was too much for him. He knew it was his fault, luring at her was all his decision. But not one he will regret.

As she searched thru the drawer´s content, she swayed from one side to the other. Her flesh bouncing from one side to the other. Her much full figure was so sensuous. She was wearing a skirt, a really tight skirt.

“Here it is!” she said as she stood back up.

Jonathan rose his eyes, and craned his neck, to see this huge woman´s form. He was smaller, wasn´t he?

“I think this will fit you just riiiight…” she said as she turned back, revealing something he wasn´t prepared to see.

“No! that can´t… is that… a onesie?” A red, buttoned, onesie.

“Mhmm, I think this is the only thing that fits, but don´t you like it? I made it myself.” She admitted, kind of proud.

“I can´t wear that.” He claimed.

“Of course you can, I think it´s just the perfect size. Before, I thought this could be a bit small, but now, it should be a perfect fit.” She smiled, and stretched her arms to him, presenting the demeaning set of clothes, just a piece, all he needed resumed in a single, lame, thing.

“No, not in a million years. You can put that thing back in the drawer cause there´s no way I´m…”

*STOMP*

She put her foot firmly on the ground, shutting him just like that. How simple. But now, she seemed pissed.

“Listen, honey. You better put this on, cause I put a lot of effort into it. And, unless you want to give me the answer, cause you know I´m waiting for it since you fell asleep, you must put it on. I´m only going to say this once.” Her tone was firm and her look stern.

He just swallowed and tried to cover himself even more with the sheets.

“Now, mommy doesn´t want to be mean, just put it on, dear. I can help you if you need me to. Just stand up and…”

“I got it!” he said. He didn´t need her to see him naked.

“Oh, very well. Here you go.” She handed the piece of clothing to him.

He just looked at it. It was so… demeaning. Now he was wearing clothes confectioned by her? Was this really happening?

“Ok, whenever you´re ready…” she spoke as she held her hands together, right next to her face. With an adoring look too.

“Uhm… can you… not see…” he asked, well, kind of asked.

“Oh, haha, you´re shy, how cute. Ok, I´ll turn, let me know whenever you´re ready. Her massive tits trembled as she rapidly turned.

Jonathan wasted no time and stood on his feet. He unbuttoned the thing and just placed one leg in.

“You know, I have already seen you naked, there´s nothing to be ashamed of, but f you wanna be a little silly, that´s fine…” she said, this was even more embarrassing now.

“Ok, I´m done…” he said after he finally dressed up.

“Oh my… so cute, and it fits perfectly. Who would´ve thought…” she admired a well-done job. “Don´t you think it´s quite unique…” she asked, referring to the onesie.

“Sure, it´s… comfortable, but why a… a onesie?” he asked, still insecure.

“Because, it will keep you warm, also, it´s surprisingly easy to make. Plus, you won´t have to worry if your pants match…”

“Ok… but what is this… this thing right here?” he turned, revealing the backside of his outfit.

Turns out, that onesie, had some buttons on the back, placed right over his butt. He wasn´t sure at first, but now he was sure that was meant to be there.

“Oh, that´s in case you need some discipline, honey.” She spoke, with a surprisingly calm and cheerful tone.

“D-discipline?” he asked.

“Yes, you know, when you misbehave and mommy needs to give you a good ol´ spanking…” she didn´t seem bothered by that.

“A… a what?” he freaked out.

“Relax, that won´t be necessary… at least I hope not. But don´t worry…” she winked at him. But that didn´t made him any less scared.

He was a prisoner. Trapped under the same roof as this, maniac. And now, she just confessed she will spank him? Is that allowed? Can a grown man be spanked?

“Ok now… time to answer. Tell me, Jonathan, what´s your response?” she leaned forward, he can tell she´s been waiting for his answer for a long time now.

“I… m-my answer?” he asked, of course he knew what she meant.

“Yes, silly, do you want to stay here with me?”

“I… I…” he wasn´t sure. Her body, he could lure at her curves all day long. But, was this something he actually wanted? Part of him wanted to say yes, but he knew he shouldn´t. So, he changed the subject, with another question.

“Uhmm, f-first… can you tell me, how tall am I?” he wanted to know. He was still sitting in bed, but even so, he knew he was smaller.

Lillian´s head seemed to loom higher than he could remember. And the entire bed seemed much bigger too. He knew he didn´t want to hear her words, but he just asked because he wanted to get some time, even if they were just a few seconds.

“Well, I didn´t measure you because, you were not shrinking when I put you here, but… if I had to guess… I´d say, you´re 1´6”… yes, that sounds about right.”

“O-one…f-foot?” he asked.

“Six.” She corrected. “One and a half feet tall.”

Suddenly, breathing was hard to him. He fell over the bed; his eyes were fixed into nowhere. Nothing. His jaw dropped and he couldn´t even react. He felt anxious, and numb at the same time. He couldn´t express a thing. He stood there, not even blinking.

He was barely the fourth part of the man he once was. Was his existence reduced to this? Does he actually have a choice to take? Will Lillian listen to his words or is she going to say something like: “I don´t care if you don´t want. You´re trapped here…”

He felt as if his life had ended. The fear, the panic. The worries. What´s going to happen with his life? Will someone notice he´s gone? Is anyone going to miss him?

Then, he could listen to Lillian´s words and her huge hands lift him off the bed.

“Jonathan, it´s ok, don´t panic. I´m here… don´t be afraid. No one´s going to hurt you, just calm down, just breathe, ok, take a deep breath and listen to my heart´s sound…” she was trying to bring him back to reality. Take him out of that fear trance he was.

He could feel his head being pinned against the mammoth flesh of her bosom, so big, so warm. Soft. And her heart, he could listen to her beating from behind the huge wall of flesh of her tits.

He let himself sink into it. Sink into her. For a moment, give in. It was easy, it was soothing, it was, peaceful. Can this be one of those times when she´s kind? When she´s good? Is she really that bad.

Now, it only seems she´s worried. Truly preoccupied for him. Does she really want to imprison him or, does she want someone to care for?

He was shocked, all of those things once in his mind, now… they were gone. They were still there, but they were not the main thing in his head. It was Lillian.

Lillian´s care, her warmth, her kindness. What was happening? Why does this feel so… nice. He wasn´t sure if it was her enormity or if she had already gotten into his mind but, this felt nice.

He was lost, but not worried lost, but soothed lost. She had actually helped him. The only thing he could perceive now was her gigantic body and her good vibes. Now, she did had a maternal aura in her. And the worst part is, he actually liked it!

Was this because of the lack of love he had? The need for a maternal figure in his life? Was he finally giving in on what she said? That she could give him the love his mother couldn’t? Could he truly find that in his mature and amazonic neighbor?

“Come on, Jonathan, don´t be scared, just take it easy, count with me. One… two… three…” She was actually panicking, but she had to maintain calm.

She ignored the effects this shrinking could have on him. The final result was the one she was looking for but… what else? Was he dumber because his brain had shrunk? Were his bones more fragile? Could there be a possibility that his mind has problems with processing his current reality? Was this too much for him to take? Was he an obsolete computer trying to process the immense data of a new program?

“Jonathan… please, just answer me…” she said, not able to hide her worries no more.

“I…” he turned up, now he was looking at her, actualy responding.

“Yes…?” this minor show of recognition, a prove of life, this was heaven for her.

“I think…” he wasn´t sure if he should let go into the moment, but what could he lose? “ I think… I want to try it…” he said.

“Really?” she smiled. Finally, he accepted. Her proposal, her love… her.

“I do… as a… trial? Maybe we can, you know, try this… like for a few days before I give my final answer?” he needed options, he couldn´t just give his life away just because.

“Awww, look at you, negotiating… you look so cute…” he felt as if she wasn´t taking him any serious.

“But… I mean it, we… I… I accept, but you need to prove to me that, you´ll be… good.” He exclaimed.

“Hey, when have I not? I invited you over, fed you… then breastfed you… and I just got you clothes that fit, honey, you´ve been pampered since the second you entered that door…” she admitted.

“Yes, but you left out the fact that it was all a part of your plan to shrink me…” that was very true.

“Yes, but still, it´s all for your own good, or what? Don´t you agree I´m much more suited to be your mommy at this size? Tell me, at your current height, you´re more than suited for the job…”

“Don´t… I…” she was right, her size, her shape, her wide hips and those titanic breasts. She was suited for it, a giant mommy. But he just couldn´t say that yet.

“Ok, I´ll give you your “trial”. But once you feel all the love and care I´ll give you, you won´t say no. In fact, I think you´ll fall in love with me.” She declared, feeling proud of her achievement.

“Sure…” he said.

“Hey, what´s with that attitude?” she asked, looking down to him.

“What? I just said “sure”, there was no attitude in that.” He protested.

“Hmmm, I can´t tell. But, now that you agreed to live in my house, under my roof, and more important, under my care. I´m gonna need you to say something first…” she turned at him. The giantess wanted him to say something.

“Oh, right… uhm, thank you…” he said it, but those were not the words she wanted to hear.

“What? Oh, well, I appreciate all the effort…” it wasn´t that either.

“You don´t want me to suck again, right? Cause, I think I´m still kind of…” she placed her huge finger over his lips, and with a lullaby tone, she spoke.

“None of that, to seal our deal, I want you to say something, something really important to me, then I´ll know you´ve accepted and that this is not just a lie and that you´ll try to escape once more.” She frowned, but not in a severe way.

He didn´t like it. He felt a knot in his throat. She was about to say something, and he was sure he won´t like the outcome of this.

She bent over, coming closer to him, and to his ear, she whispered: “I´m gonna need you to call me “mommy” first…”

How come, things ended up this way for him? What were the odds that, the house he chose to move in, was the one right next to a woman who wanted to shrink him? What were the possibilities for any of this to happen?

The chances to move in next to a woman who´s taller than you, those are fifty-fifty. The chances that that same woman has a sensuous, voluptuous and curvaceous body, those may be lower. Now, the chances that this same woman comes and talks to you, much lower. The chances that this woman wants you, one in a million, or even, a billion.

But, the chances that this same woman, who feels a certain something for you, feeds you with her shrinking milk, without you telling, much much lower. And the chances that she becomes much bigger and curvier as you shrink down? Almost impossible.

And, finally, there was no chance, in a million years, Jonathan thought he´d end up in this kind of situation. Standing there, beneath the giantess presence. Standing right in front of her thick, long, curvy legs. Looking up to her as she expects him to say that word.

Jonathan had problems processing how huge she was. The voluminous woman, so thick, so big and curvaceous. Well, she seemed much much bigger than he expected. She was an amazon, a real-life amazon.

Lillian had done her own growing, besides having an even more abundant ass, wider hips and a pair of tits that could only be described as “Oh my…!” she had grown taller. Just like Melissa, only that Lillian was much taller.

In reality, if this could be called that way. She now stood at 7´7”. By far the tallest woman he had ever met. But now, at his current situation, vertically speaking, Lillian seems to be a giantess, about 30 feet tall. He has to look up to her knee, by a good deal.

If it was really six inches, from the top of his head to her knee, to him, it seemed like two whole feet! She was enormous. Bigger than he could comprehend. Much bigger than a house, as tall as a building; and she seemed to weight several, but SEVERAL, tons.

But that was all in his own perception. The reality was, he´s the one who had shrunk. She shrunk him, trapped him and then, dress him in that brightly-colored onesie. She was everything now, under her roof, she was the BIG boss, the one in charge. A domineering matriarch.

She said it before, it was HER roof. He was at HER house. So, whatever SHE says, goes, and that was the end of it. Bad news for him, she was asking for something right now. Something he wasn´t sure he´d be able to say.

“Come on, Jonathan. I´m waiting…” she said from high above. Her voice rumbling inside his head. Echoes of her words in his mind.

He was trembling. The giantess had spoken, to HIM. She was asking him to speak those words she so wanted to hear. The sound of his voice, intoning a single word that would mean the world to her.

Why was he doubting? Why did he hesitate? It was easy to say, a single word, no longer than five letters. He should be able to say it. Jonathan should say so as if it meant nothing. It will mean a lot to her, but he should have no problem on saying so. But, why was he struggling?

He had made his mind before, pleasing the giantess until he found a way out. Or even, try living with her, see if this isn´t such a bad thing. But, there´s some things she´d want in exchange. Things like the one she´s just asking for. For him to call her “mommy”. Something simple.

Yet, Jonathan´s struggling, as if this was some pact, a contract he´d sign. His soul the one he´ll be selling. Could it be that bad? This was just something she wanted to listen; a word that will make her really happy. Acceptance, that´s what she said.

By saying so, she´d finally prove to him that he had already accepted his faith. That he accepted his new role, and her as his, well, mommy. Pure love and affection, that´s what she promised. To be the one who cared for him. All he had to do was, what she said. Giving in meant she´ll be the one setting the rules.

Was he afraid to say that word? Or, was he afraid of finally giving in? Give in for real. He said he agreed to live with her, he said he accepted her. But, was it true? Now that she was actually asking for something back, does this mean his old life´s gone?

Was he afraid of losing his dignity? His pride? The very last thing that bond him to his past life? It was a simple thing to say, a word that will take him no more than a second to pronounce. And yet, he couldn´t.

“Come on, sweetheart, why can´t you say it? It´s easy. Am I bad? Have I been too hard on you? Don´t tell me you´re scared after the last spurt you´ve had…” there she was, blaming herself once more.

This could be something good. It meant she´s not mad at him, but somehow mad at herself. Maybe? This meant she cared for him. That she was thinking in him and no one else.

“I… I…” he turned up to her. Trying to see her face passed the mountainous breasts of her. A single tit weighted much more than he currently does. A giant orb filled with milk. He could see some stains on her blouse. Stopping him from speaking.

He knew what was in store for him. He´ll be latching at those gigantic tits. Taking in her hard, swollen and enormous nipples inside his mouth. Feeling his cheeks with the tasty, yet menacing, nectar of hers. She was really something.

She was big, imposing, intimidating even. His heart raced inside his chest as he tried to find the courage to speak. She was too much to take. Even a 6-foot-tall man will be intimidated by this big, thick woman.

But he had to say something. He was a man. A 26-year-old man, who had unfortunately been shrunk. But he shouldn´t allow his guts to shrink with him. He had to steel up. Say something. Speak up for himself. If not, no one else would.

“It´s… it´s not that. You see, I´m… I´m just… shy, I guess…” he spoke, trying t hide his true feelings.

“Aww, sweetheart. Don´t say that…” she cooed with a loving tone, bending down, closer to him.

The first thing he noticed, were her huge, inflated tits. Threatening to pop out of her top. Break through and fall over him. But that didn´t happen, what did happen was, her hands reached for him.

In a single, fast-loving motion, she reached down for him. Placed her huge hands on his sides and picked him up as if he weighted nothing. To her, he was as light as a feather.

Then, she started cooing at him, “Don´t be shy, precious. It´s simple. You only have to call me mommy. That´s it. There´s nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to worry either. No one, but me, will know. So don´t be shy, you can say it. If you want, you can whisper it to my ear…” she was loving, tender, warm.

But that didn´t change the fact that she was huge. He could feel her immense bosom pressed to his legs. She was titanic. He was sure that he could perfectly fit between her tits now. Sink in the deep line of cleavage between her boobs. He was afraid of how big she had become.

Even as he ogled at her pronounced, thick, breasts. He knew he had to look at her. Of course, she didn´t mind some stares. She must be used to it by now. And much more when she basically used her sensuous body to drag him in.

He was just the guy who moved in. The new dude in the neighborhood. And she was the kind, sexy looking, tall neighbor who just opened herself to him. As a trap, she dragged him into her, using her body. Her sexiness and her milk.

Now, the price to pay was, this. Being spoiled by her, being a sponge that absorbs all of her love and affection as she constantly pours more. She was lonely, he could tell. She needed someone to love, to care for. But why like this?

She´s patient. Waiting for him to speak. She´s wearing a smile that hasn´t vanish since she asked him to say that special something she wanted to hear. But why him? Was he an easy target? Was it because he was lonely? Someone no one will miss? He was sure his online audience will miss his game streams. He´ll be missed, at least by someone.

And what about Melissa? Could she be at his place at this very moment? Looking for him? If not, at least thinking of him? Wondering how he is, if he´s shrunk some more.

He felt vulnerable. Sad. And the worst part is, his “captor”, if Lillian can be called that way, she was kind. No harm, no damage. She was just asking him to speak. To call her “mommy”. To him, a non-related, stranger she just met a couple days ago.

Was she crazy? Was her mind gone? Or was she just as needy as him? Affectionately speaking. He knew how it felt to be lonely. He knew what it was like to have no one else in life. To walk through a straight path with no one on your side.

She promised one thing, if he accepted, she would give him all the love and affection he so much needed. Everything he´s missed. Everything no one said to him. She´d care for him, care like no other. And she will always, ALWAYS, be there. Could that be so bad?

Jonathan wasn´t aware if it was because of all the frustration, or by all of the things she´s said. Was he feeling bad for him or bad for her? She was lonely too. She just wanted someone. Even if she didn´t quite found the right way to drag someone into her life. Was she that bad?

He wasn´t sure why, but he started crying. Sobbing a little at first and then the tears simply flow through his face. From the corners of his eyes, down thru his cheeks.

“Aww, no, honey, don´t cry… shh shh, don´t cry… it´s ok, it´s ok…” she started pathing him on the back, bouncing on her place to try and comfort him.

She hugged him tighter. Just pushed him deeper into her enormity and tried to calm him with her warmth. This was natural for her. All of her maternal instincts were now flowing. Falling into him.

And he could tell, this was no act. This wasn´t fake. She didn´t notice his crying and just did so to pretend she cared. She truly cared, and he could feel it. Was this what she meant before? Was this the love he missed? To know someone cares for you, no matter what?

He just rested over her gigantic breast and let his tears fall over her. Then, he hugged her, as tight as he could. Wrapping his arms around the swelling flesh of her tit. Barely able to cover it´s expansive enormity. She was huge, a wall, a monument. A goddess.

He found warmth, comfort, love. She was a real caring person. What she said was true, and now that he wasn´t afraid of her, he could tell that, the promised she made, they were not in vain.

“L-Lillian…?” he asked, turning up to her.

“Yes, honey?” she spoke, looking down at the man resting over her bosom.

“Would you…” he couldn´t believe what he was about to ask. “Do you promise… you´ll take care of me, for real?” maybe it was the heat of the moment, her tenderness. Some comfort he so longer needed. He will give in, completely, but he just needed to be sure.

“Aww…” she tightened her hug, not too much, but enough to let him know she truly cared. “I will, now and always. You´ll be my number one priority, honey. My everything. My Jonathan…” her intentions were good. Maybe too good to be true.

Maybe the number one proof that what she said was true is, the fact that, even after all this time, she hadn´t push him. Insisted. Or demanded him to call her mommy. She knew that was not the right way to do so. She truly wanted him to accept it. Accept her.

And now, he was sure, that this may not be the best or more normal thing to do. But it felt right. He could feel it, in the core. His heart told him, to give into the giantess love.

He laid his head back over her bosom. Feeling the enormous, soft flesh of her boob. And, in a low, yet loud enough tone, he said: “I… I love you mommy.” And that was it, he just closed his eyes and accepted his faith. If this was going to be his new life, then he may as well enjoy it. Or at least welcome her love.

Lillian´s heart skipped a beat. He said it. He finally said it. After all this time, all of her hard work, he had just accepted her. And he not only called her mommy, but, love. He said “I love you…”

She looked right to the front. Set her gaze on the horizon, looking straight at a wall. From the corner of her eye, a tear was formed, which then, fell. Right through her cheek. The feeling she was getting was, beyond description. He accepted her, finally.

She wasn´t expecting his words to be so, so nurturing. She was filled with warmth. Love. He had finally accepted her as that she wanted to be. He accepted his new role and her as the one in command.

Well, not exactly in command, but he was accepting her love. Her caring. This would be the new beginning of something big.

“Aww, Jonathan. You´ve made me so happy…” she said with tears flowing through her face. “You´ll see, honey, you´ll see. I´m gonna prove you that you´ve taken the right choice. That I´ll care for you, love you, spoil you. I´m gonna pamper you like no other. You won´t regret this, I swear.” She was dancing through the room, with him in her arms. Spinning through the floor.

“You´ll see, I´ll be the best mommy ever. You won´t regret this, honey. I guarantee you that.” For a moment, her joy was shared with him.

He could be living under her roof. Her rules. Even if he had to be breastfed by her. Maybe this was just her way to show him affection. He smiled, happily for a long while. But then, she patted his butt.

Not something unpleasant, well maybe a little. And not something that should disturb him so much. But that pat. That pat was striking the buttons on the back of the onesie he was wearing. Something she insisted him to wear.

But that wasn´t the bad part in this. That wasn´t what was concerning him. But, the fact that, her huge hand, was constantly, even if softly, landing over his butt. It brought back a memory.

He remembered her words. She said that his onesie, the one she gave to him, that it had two buttons on the back. Right above his butt. And that it was meant in case she needed to discipline him. Spank him.

She promised love, affection, care. All good things. But, why did she needed those buttons, why did she needed to let him know there was a possibility that she´ll discipline him? Was that even necessary?

Jonathan had accepted his new faith. Trying to think only in the good stuff. Seeking for her care, her kindness. Her good side. But, could there be a bad side in the gigantic woman that was holding him at the moment?

Could she, a woman who promised all the love in the world, have a dark side? She shrank him, not even caring about his job, his life, the way this would affect him. She persuade him that this was for the best, but, was it? Was this really something good for him, or just good for her?

If there had been a promise that this was for the best, as if this could help him, then she would´ve thought on his well-being. But it wasn´t. The real reason she did this, was because of herself. A selfish, greedy decision, meant only for her own good.

She was holding him tight. Tight between her large arms. Each of her arms much thicker than his torso. Was she fat? Or maybe just plump. However you´d like to see it, she had some mass on her arms, above her muscles. A substantial layer of warm, soft flesh.

Lillian´s body was large, stacked. Wide and maternal. Her figure was that of a mother, with wide hips, an ample chest and some big butt. Flesh, her large body was covered with sensuous flesh. And all of her mighty being was now holding Jonathan warmly into her.

She was happy, excited. The moment she had been waiting for had finally come. She could barely hold herself. Where to begin? She had planned so much for this moment, what to do first?

While she was thinking on how to show him what a good mother, or a surrogate of such, she could be. He was puzzled. Was this really a good choice? Had he chosen correctly?

Lillian started walking upstairs. All this excitement had done one thing, make her lactate. It seems it was time for Jonathan´s breakfast. She said nothing, she was too excited to speak. And he was too thoughtful to ask. He wondered, how was Lillian´s bad side?

So far, he had met her loving, caring and maternal self. But, if there was any bad, any evil inside this woman. How was it? How mean can she be? And what´s more, what would she do to him?

Jonathan had nowhere to go. Or so it seems. He´s now under Lillian´s care. And, even if she hadn´t say so, yet, he´ll do just what she wants. But, if he wants, he still has a way out. Melissa. The kind, enthusiastic and hot woman he met online.

For someone he very recently met, and date just once. She cared for him. Unlike Lillian, she cared in a more normal way. At least in a not so obsessed one.

She cares enough to be worried by the lack of communication from his end. He hasn´t returned her messages, and now, his phone sends her straight to voicemail.

“Come on, Jonathan. You can´t be serious. You´re 24/7 at your place, don´t you have a charger somewhere?” she was now walking to his house. She took a cab and decided to make some walking from a close spot.

Her legs were longer, and she felt so full of energy, this was much easier now. And it made her feel so pretty too. As she walked, with her long curvaceous legs, swaying her expanded butt through the sidewalk. She could tell, she was hot.

She felt hot, bigger, sexier. And all of the guy´s staring at her, it just confirmed her thoughts. She wasn´t a vain woman, but she didn´t mind some reassurance on her beauty.

Before, she was hot, but with the recent growth. She was not only hot, but taller, much more domineering. She could tell that not any man could have their way with her, unless she wanted to. She had the upper hand now, she could be the alpha, a queen.

But that´s not her main goal. Even if success was in her mind, her main concern was Jonathan. Who´s new life was the total opposite.

“Oh, what if he can´t reach anymore? If the milk isn´t what´s causing the shrinking… could his house be radioactive? Wait, what if he´s much smaller?” She rushed her steps. Walking faster to his place.

She would´ve sprinted, but she wasn´t used to her heavy breasts. Running while her larger boobs bounce in the air. Catching much more gazes. That would be uncomfortable. And too much of a show, besides hurtful.

One by one, she hoped up the stairs in Jonathan´s porch. The bouncing, her breasts were in fact heavy. But that didn´t stop her from getting to the door. She rang the bell, knocked. Then knocked harder. Nothing. She peered thru the window. No one seemed to be home.

When she turned the knob, she realized it was locked. So, he either shut himself in, or he was gone.

“One more call… nothing.” It was useless to try and call, no one will pick up. And by the time he turns on his phone and calls, could it be too late?

She was having some ideas on her own, worries. He was too small, vulnerable. What if he fell from a stool and was seriously injured?

She circled the house, made it to the backyard and searched for the backdoor.

“Ok, maybe I´ll be a little luckier here…” she spoke, thinking if this could be considered trespassing. But it was for a good reason.

She found the door, turned the knob and, lucky her, she was in.

“Oh, it worked. Now, where is he?” she thought as she entered the house. There was a lot less light in the interior than she´d have expected. It appeared, no one was there. Maybe he´d be upstairs, sleeping.

She went upstairs, hoping to find him there. Her bigger butt bouncing as she walked the stairs. She´d definitely find him, if he wasn´t there, she had a good idea about where he was. And that wasn´t so far away.

Back at Lillian´s place. Jonathan wondered how things would be from now on. He gave, now Lillian was… mommy. He didn´t felt it as such, but if some woman, who wasn´t his true mother, deserved to be called “mommy”, then it was Lillian.

At his current size, she was colossal. And her body, her curvaceous, voluptuous body, the one of a big beautiful woman, appeared nothing more than the one of a hot mom. Not that he´s into that sort of stuff, but she did.

She was a tall milf, besides, she had a body he had never even dreamt about. Her monstruous tits, so hot, and kind of intimidating at his current height. Her wide hips, wider than he was taller. And that ass, her huge fleshy butt dancing as she walked. All of her body was so plump.

She seemed big, wide, soft. Her skin felt so smooth, so tender, so warm. He really had it hard not to felt comforted. Even, protected. She said it, she´d be protecting him, he´s number one to her. All of her love, her attention, it will fall on him.

But, was it that good? He didn´t mind, but, was it regular tender love or the obsessive type? He had to be sure, he had to know. He had no way out. Even if she left the door unlocked, he wouldn´t reach the knob. He was trapped, but he didn´t had to see things that way.

“Ok cutie, here we are, in my room…” Lillian cooed.

“Oh… ok… and, what are we going to do…?” he asked.

“It´s feeding time silly, I can´t wait any longer. I´ll be honest with you, I don´t know if it´s because of the time or the fact that you finally called me mommy, but my tits feel SO full.” He swallowed. Each tit must weight twice what he does. Can he drink his full weight in milk?

Before he could say anything, Lillian sat on her bed. Her heavy weight making the bed crunch beneath her massive ass. Her wide hips and thighs seemed to expand as she sat. Giving a fuller look on her voluptuous legs.

She uncovered her breasts. She wasn´t kidding, her nipples were hard, and her breasts, filled with blue veins. Her hulking breasts were really intimidating to him. Much more because he had to finish all that.

If he focused enough, then he was able to listen to her milk, churning inside her breasts. The creamy nectar filling her tits. Making her sore, giving her some mild pain she accepted to become what she wanted. The ability to nurture him.

Jonathan´s view was a pair of gigantic tits. Round enormous breasts filling his full vision. He never thought that all of that flesh was only the one from her tits. This woman kept getting bigger for him. Her areolas were as big as his head, her nipples were not too big to fit inside his mouth. She was a real giantess.

And beneath those mountains he knew were breasts, Lillian´s face. At the distance, he could spot the loving look of her face. Her big eyes, her long hair. Her face revealed joy.

From Lillian´s point of view. He was just laying on her huge lap. Waiting for her. She was now the one that set the rules. The one on the lead. He depended on her. She was not going to say it out loud, but by now, it´s more than obvious that he´d only be drinking from her milk.

She adored it, a man to love, a man to look for. She was his everything. And that´s what she wanted, to have someone just for her. Someone that would never leave her side. She wanted to give all of her love to someone, and Jonathan was the one.

She was a loving woman, caring, tender. The only problem was that she was not willing to establish a new relationship, at least not in the regular way.

Jonathan was lost, he could only look at her tits. Afraid he´ll explode if she tried to feed him both tits. Worried that her nipple will not fit inside of his mouth. Dismayed.

“Now, little one, it´s titty time…” Lillian whispered as she inserted one of her tits inside his mouth.

It fit, barely. When she inserted her large engorged nipple into his mouth, Jonathan´s jaw was as open as it could, but it fit. He managed to take her colossal nipple in. And before he knew it, milk was already flowing into his mouth.

He was kind of used to this by now, he knew he wouldn´t normally enjoy it, but the taste. Lillian´s breast milk was just so thick, so tasty, so sweet. Every time he drank from her, well sucked, he forgot how delicious it was.

The taste was so good, he didn´t drank gallons of it before just because. Even Melissa knew it was tasty. But there was a problem, it was addictive. Maybe not of the type that makes you crave for it. But once he started sucking, he couldn´t stop until he was full. Sometimes, beyond full.

The milk flowed into his mouth, filled his cheeks and then ran through his throat, all the way down to his stomach. He enjoyed it. He liked it. This may be the best part of this. Besides luring at Lillian.

Lillian was a goddess. A gigantic loving woman. Her body was simply beyond a man´s understanding. Everywhere anyone looked, he´d find flesh. Hot, sensuous flesh.

Lillian´s large body, so above average was plump, hot, curvy, warm, and all that can be used to describe a large amazon like her.

The curves, her long legs had curves all over. Flesh on her plump calves, thickness on her sturdy thighs, meat on her wide hips. She was so large, and yet she seemed so fit. All of her mass was tight. In place. Firm.

She didn´t had the body of a woman who had stuffed herself all the way until her legs thickened with pure fat. No. She had the body of a woman who had worked hard to get the shape she had. Her legs were made up of flesh, muscle and covered with a healthy layer of fat that gave her body a soft look. Imposing and yet warm and inviting.

But not only her legs, above that, the fun continued. Her torso was wide, the wide soft torso of a 7´7” amazon. She wasn´t fat, she didn´t had a huge belly hanging. Her loins were tucked in. Her muscles were firm, even if they didn´t showed, the flesh on her tummy was soft but not flabby. Firm, but not hard. Tense, cozy. Your fingers will sink of her, even if it doesn´t seem like that at first.

She had a thick hourglass figure. Wide hips, a proportionally thin waist and above, the main thing in Jonathan´s mind at the moment. Her breasts. Large, soft, warm, full, erotic tits that made you stare. Forcing your eyes into them because of their unbelievable size, their amazing shape, their incredible firmness. Soft to the touch, hot to the look, watering for the mouth. Her tits were astonishing.

Firm over her chest, having a hot line of flesh between them, a deep line. Rounding to the sides, protruding to the front, outstanding from anywhere you looked. Her hard nipples could be seen, poking out from any top, giving you the exact location on where to suck.

Her arms were normal, long and proportional to her body. Not muscular, but they had a certain volume. Her biceps stored a certain amount of fat that gave her a soft look. Tender, welcoming, maternal.

Lillian was a tall, sturdy amazon that only wanted to spoil Jonathan to the brim. Care, look for, love. Create a bond that nothing could break. Even if her first ideas were not that… kind, she was thankful he complied with her. Because she had some weird thoughts in mind.

She wouldn´t say it, neither admit it. But she wondered, during all this time alone, how, or what to do if plan A failed. She wanted to find an option B good enough, but she failed to come with a loving option. All the things that came to her were kind of… mean. At least from her tender point of view.

Her first idea was to trap him. Close all doors and windows and force him to accept her. Make him starve, deprive him from any contact with the outside world until he learned to love her. But she knew that was a mean thing to do, and maybe sadistic.

She tried to look for another solution. Something not that bad. She came up with another idea, show him her love. Show him what she could do, and to do so, she´d confine him into one of the rooms on the house. She still had everything set up in the room next to hers. A room prepared for him. She was going to have him inside a crib, providing for him, coming in to feed him, check on him, talk. He´d be a prisoner behind the bars, but not steel bars, crib bars. But that, even if kind, may still be a bit… mean.

Her third option was something she came up while eating. She shoved a full gallon of ice cream, spoonful after spoonful. And she thought, “this could fatten me up if I keep doing the same…” and that´s when the idea came to her. What if she fattens him up? Her breast milk had calories, right? What if she feeds him enough, constantly. She knew the milk was kind of addictive, so he wouldn´t have a problem finishing both breasts. The more milk, the fatter he could get. Before he knew it, he wouldn´t be able to walk away from her. Too heavy to move, no chance he could escape. But that seemed unnecessary. Kinky for some.

Her other idea was one going full on her role. If he tried to escape, then she´d have no other choice than to throw him over her lap and spank the living hell out of him. Each time her huge hand landed on his butt, he´d regret what he´s done. After that, she´d comfort him, showing him she cares and that she just did it for his own good. But that was kind of extreme.

Paying him came to her mind, she had money, she could be his HUGE sugar mommy. But that´d be buying his love. If he accepted. She also thought of hypnosis, but that seemed hard, and tricky.

She thought she hadn´t come up with a right thing to do. At least not something good for both. She could do it, any of them… except hypnosis. But, what about him? His opinion mattered, the way he felt. She wanted him to feel loved, not to be afraid of her. She needed him to love her as much as she loves him.

And now, it seems things worked. As he sucks, his eyes are slowly shutting. Closing the eyelids that seem heavier by the second. He wasn´t tired, but there was something about her milk that make him feel sleepy.

She held him in place as he gave and just fell asleep. Naturally, he kept sucking. Muscle memory? An involuntary reflex? She wasn´t sure, but she knew one thing, he´d have to finish both breasts before she lets him go.

While Jonathan was busy at Lillian´s place. Melissa was doing her thing on his place. But, unlike his relaxed state, she was worried.

“Jonathan! Come on, answer…” he was nowhere to be seen. She was concerned, but not in a hysterical way. Just, worried.

His new friend, lost. Gone. She had to find him. She wasn´t one-hundredth percent sure, yet, but she knew that the milk she drank was not from the store. That milk that grew her and shrank him was not from a cow.

And she knew it also grew Lillian. Given her huge size, the first time she met her, she knew she had been drinking from it since a while back. If anyone knew about what it was, then it was Lillian. And maybe, possibly, she was the one who brought that milk to Jonathan´s life.

“Ok… if you´re not here… then… you may be there…” she said as she looked through the window, to Lillian´s place.

She knew he was there. There was at least a fifty percent chance. Lillian looked after him, at least frequented him, and Melissa knew.

Besides, a woman with those tits and that ass wouldn´t be a bug to Jonathan. A guy like him wouldn´t have a problem with being on the same room as tits that big.

“Well, he´s obviously not here…” said Melissa as she closed the front door behind her. She searched all over the house. No sign of Jonathan. No note, nothing. He was simply gone. But as she said before, he wasn´t far.

How long was Melissa there? Well, long enough for Jonathan to finish both of Lillian´s breasts. To drink all of the milk stored in her. His belly was so full, inflated by all of her milk.

Lillian caressed it as she smiled at the sleepy man on her bed. Simply enjoying the fact that he was still capable of drinking all of her milk.

“I hope my boobs don´t make that much milk that fast, else, you´ll pop, sweetheart.” And just as she was having a sweet moment, the doorbell rang.

*ding* *dong*

“Hmm, I wasn´t expecting anyone…” she said as she stepped out of the room and headed to the door.

Now, Jonathan´s alone, sleeping in Lillian´s room, peaceful. But his calm look is not that calm anymore. His eyebrows are moving, up, down, frowning. He was not having such a pleasing dream.

Maybe it can be a side effect from Lillian´s milk. But ever since he´s started drinking it, he´s been having some weird dreams. And the more he drinks, the fuller he gets, the stranger the dream gets.

And just now, he´s having one of those.

While Lillian walks to the door, curious about who might be ringing her bell, she can´t help but to be a bit suspicious. If it wasn´t someone with a random or null request, then that particular someone may be a certain someone that has been bugging her since the very beginning.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was sleeping, dreaming with something… in particular.

“Huh?” he said as he rose his head. His face was apparently laying over a plain surface, a table, the table on Lillian´s kitchen.

“What… where?” he turned, looking at the entirety of Lillian´s kitchen, but with a maybe brighter light all over the place, some sort of glow all around.

The first thing he noticed, besides the different scenario, was that everything seemed… normal sized. He was his old 5´9” self, sitting on Lillian´s chair. How had this happened? Was it all a dream?

Could there be a possibility that all that´s happened, the shrinking, the milk, Lillian´s mommy thing, could that all be a dream? Had he fall asleep on the very first time he went to visit Lillian.

He didn´t had much time to think, with the idea of Lillian on his mind, it was just a matter of time before she showed up.

“Jonathan, honey, everything ok?” said the tall woman, coming in to the kitchen.

He could see her, in all of her 6´7” glory. Her round breasts bouncing with the slightest moves of her body. Her curves that dragged him all the way there. Her teasing self, making him crave for some flesh.

He wanted to say something, he thought he had said it, but he couldn´t help but to lure at her. And it was just a matter of time before she noticed his staring, and she liked it. She smiled, sensuously, before she gave him a lusty grin and approached.

He wasn´t sure how, or when, but he was already at her room. Laying over her bed, looking at her.

He wondered, did he still had clothes? But when he turned down, he realized he didn´t, he could see his hardened dick pointing towards the voluptuous lady.

“So… Jonathan… I can tell you´ve been looking at me… at my body…” she caressed her vixenous flesh with her hands.

“My huge ass…” she turned to slap it.

“My gigantic tits…” she drove her hands over them and simply squeezed them, her fingers sank on the soft flesh of her breasts.

He was nodding, excited, agreeing that it´s all he´s done. Lure at the amazonic woman, lure at all of her. Luring at a mature woman who stood ten inches taller than him. So much flesh, so much curves, it was hard to resist. He craved for her; he wanted her all over him.

In the blink of an eye, she was already all over him. Naked. Her huge body encompassing his beneath her. He knew she must be heavy, but he couldn´t feel a thing. Was the moment so hot that it made her seem as light as a feather?

Her huge hands landed on his shoulders, caressing them, while his only view was Lillian´s titanic breasts. So round, so heavy-looking, so sensuous. Her hard nipples stood out of reach, he wanted to touch them, pinch them, but for some reason his arms were not responding.

He knew his dick was already inside of her mature pussy, wrapped by the flesh of her vagina. Now, it was just a matter of time before the intercourse began.

Her smiling, teasing, face looming so high above. Looking at him with some ravenous eyes, a warm look. Did she want this as much as he did?

He wasn´t sure. But her actions seemed to speak for their own. Lillian was thrusting her hips, strongly, against him. Fucking him. Having sex with him. He was actually getting laid with her.

Her titanic breasts bouncing in the air, with force, as all she did was motion her body all over him. He knew she was spinning him to the mattress, using her force to satisfy her lusty needs. Sex, that´s what he knew was on her mind.

And she was so tall, so big, so wide. She was everything he could see. Everything his eyes could perceive and the only image his brain received. But, was she… bigger?

Jonathan wasn´t sure, but, she seemed bigger. Somehow, her head was standing further away. Away form him. She was 6´7” right? Or was she… 7´7”? He had no idea. Before he could even tell, she seemed to be 9 feet tall. And that didn´t stop there.

He turned down, to where their sex´s joined. He noticed her crotch getting bigger, wider, fleshier. Covering him, swallowing him beneath her. When he turned back up, he couldn´t see her face. Her breasts were eclipsing her. Obstructing his view.

Was she aware of this? Was she growing? Was he shrinking?

He had no idea what was happening, the only thing he knew was that she kept thrusting her hips, motioning her body all over him. Moving forward, backwards. He seemed to be forgotten.

He lost sight of her breasts, now he could only see the underside of her tummy as her massive thighs seemed to be the only thing on his sides. She was swallowing him, quite literally.

She appeared to be a twenty-feet giant. No, Thirty! How big was she? He was being squashed beneath her. The dim light filling the cavern between her legs showed him that, above him, the only thing standing there was her pussy.

He could see the gigantic lips of her vagina, wet, moving all over him. Her large legs had trapped him. It was like a huge valley, a valley of thighs. But it kept getting darker and darker. The obscure scenery around him seemed to disappear. He knew she didn´t notice. That she didn´t seem to feel him.

He seemed to be disappearing beneath a woman who seemed to go for miles and miles. He couldn´t see a thing. He was scared, concerned. He needed someone that could help him. Someone that could listen.

He panicked, he knew his heart must be racing inside his chest, could he have a panic attack? Who´d be there for him?

Between all of his worries, a flash, a memory came to him. Lillian´s words.

“… no one will hurt you as long as you´re under MY care…” Lillian´s voice reverberated inside his mind. Her words were tattooed on his mind.

She said it, she promised it. She could be his savior. The only thing he needed was to call her.

While Jonathan was having a hard time, subconsciously, Lillian was having a not so pleasant visit.

At the front door, Melissa was waiting. Standing tall, concerned, suspicious. The now 6´6” woman waited patiently at the door. Wondering if she should ring the bell once more. But there was no need.

She could listen to Lillian´s feet stepping closer. And in no time, the door was opened.

Lillian opened the door, with a kind of neutral look on her face. But that look didn´t turn into a smile when she spotted Melissa standing on her porch.

“So, it´s… her…” she thought, realizing she was right on her previous suspects.

“WOW!” Melissa thought, surprised but keeping a serene pose, “I had forgotten how big she was…” she had to look a good deal up to meet Lillian´s gaze.

Both women were smiling, in their own way. Lillian had a smile that hide her annoyance and Melissa´s one tried to reflect an ensured look. Neither of them really liked the other, but there was something they needed to talk about.

Can Melissa pull the truth out of her? Is Lillian capable of hiding her secret from Melissa? Will she kick her out? Will she make her way in?

“So… what can I do for you?” Said Lillian, the gigantic woman had to duck to pass through the door frame. And her wide body almost filled the frame too.

Melissa couldn´t help but to feel “normal” again. Yes, she´s now a 6´6” amazon of a woman, who´d look much taller in heels, nonetheless, compared to Lillian, she feels… petit.

Lillian´s a whole foot taller, plus one inch. And who knows how much heavier. Even to Melissa, Lillian´s dimensions are… impressive. The width of her shoulders, the size of her boobs, her thighs, her hips, overall, the whole thickness of her body. The fact that she seems voluptuous rather than fat it quite impressive.

“I… Hi! Well, I was just passing by, you know, to play a little visit to Jonathan…” he couldn´t admit she was freaking out by the fact that his phone wasn´t working and that he was nowhere to be found. “And, I couldn´t find him. I called him, but there´s no answer, and I already… knocked and rang his bell, but he´s not answering…” she had to also leave aside the fact that she made her way into his house.

“Ok…” said Lillian, knowing very well where Jonathan was, but not really knowing where Melissa was going. Of course, she was most likely to say “Have you seen him?” but she wanted to be sure.

“And… well, since… I don´t know any of his friends… and you´re so close by… I was wondering, have you seen him?” there it is.

Lillian smiled, wryly. Of course she had. He was sleeping tight on her bedroom. He had been with her for a while now. But that couldn´t change. Lillian had no idea how this woman would react when she spots Jonathan, shrunken all the way to 1´6”.

Will she freak out? For sure. Will she get scared? Maybe. But there´s something that bothers Lillian. What if she wants to take him away? Certainly, she wouldn´t permit it. In fact, she knows she can easily get rid of this annoying lady, by the force of course, but she can make her way out of this; by lying.

“What? Jonathan´s not on his house?” she acted concerned and ignorant about him.

“No… he… well, that´s what it seems to me…” Melissa confessed. The look on her face, she was really worried, but suspicious too.

“Oh my… and he´s not answering your calls? Let me… just give me a second…” she pulled out her cell phone from her pocket.

Her phone was fine, a little big even, but in her hands. The device seemed tiny. Melissa had no idea how it was possible for a woman of Lillian´s proportions not to click all of the buttons at the same time. Digital keys of course. Her fingers were not only long, but thick. Of a feminine look, but at her size, her proportions were larger than average.

She dialed once, nothing, then again, nothing. This was just to pretend, but she displayed a sad look after. To give Melissa the impression that she was shocked too.

“Oh no, he´s not answering, it goes straight to voicemail…” Lillian declared putting back the phone into her pocket.

Melissa only followed her phone with her eyes as she smooshed it inside the tight fabric of the mature woman´s pants. She was a complete colossus. And her thick thighs certainly seemed impressive. With so much flesh there, who knows how much strength it´s needed to pull something out.

“I know…” said Melissa, but she knew that Lillian may know much more than she appears.

She can feel it. This immense amazon of a woman in front of him hides something. First of all, she´s all lovely with Jonathan, but whenever she´s closed, she feels like she´s hated. Second, how come she made all of that growing without noticing? She couldn´t be unaware that the milk she had been drinking was making her grow. Although, that milk from the store didn´t made her grow.

Melissa knew that the milk she had at Jonathan´s place had grown her and shrank him. Maybe a different effect on men and women. However, Lillian had grown too, which means, she had drink from it too.

When? Why? How? All of those questions were important, but the most important thing now was to find Jonathan.

“But… he didn´t mention where he was going? I mean, he didn´t stop by to tell you? And you didn´t see him leave?” Melissa asked, now trying to find a way to ask her about the milk.

“No, honey. I´m sorry, I wish I could be of any more help, but I think I know as much as you. If he´s gone, who knows where he is…” that sounded logical, but not from her. If Lillian was so close to Jonathan, why hadn´t she suggested to go out and look for him? Search, make some phone calls, anything.

She appeared to be worried. But her words didn´t quite matched her real attitude. I mean, if it was Melissa the one who was lost. Then that´d be fine. But Jonathan? She knew Lillian liked him somehow, how could she be so easy on this?

“I see… well, if you see him, please, can you tell him to give me a call…” Spoke Melissa.

“For sure, I´ll let him know as soon as he appears…” Lillian thought she´d be going now, but she didn´t.

Melissa knew Lillian knew much more than she appeared. She could feel deep inside that she had the answers to her questions. She wasn´t sure if she´d be able to tell her from where the milk comes from, like, the main source, but she may know where to get it.

Of course, she´s not aware that Lillian´s “the main source”, the fountain, a never-ending spout of milk. And it could be so easy. If she drank from her, from the milk that comes straight from her huge tits, then she´ll grow again.

If she sucked on that huge, swollen tit, then she´ll have another growth spurt. That could be the proof to what she´s looking for. In fact, that´s what she´s looking for. But that won´t happen. However, she can´t leave so soon.

Melissa´s standing right there, knowing very well the conversation has ended. However, she can´t leave. She has to know, make sure Lillian´s not lying. She feels as if she could take a deep breath, step inside the house and pull all of the air in. And through her nostrils the smell, the scent, Jonathan, she´d be able to locate him inside the house. But she was no hound.

The milk made her grow, not turn her into a superhuman. Although, her thighs and butt are beyond normal, at least beyond average. Still, no way to see through the walls to find him.

Lillian couldn´t wait to close the door. Hate is a really strong word, and dislike seems… weak. Let´s just say Melissa should be on her way home by now. But she wasn´t.

“Well, darling, I think is…” The amazon Lillian was about to wrap things up for her and just close the door, but Lillian stopped her.

“Can I come in?” Improvised, loud, awkward. She couldn´t leave, she really had to make sure Jonathan wasn´t there.

There´s almost nothing she knows about Jonathan´s neighbor, what if he was tied inside a closet? Chained? Handcuffed? She had to know.

“Come in? What for?” Lillian asked.

“Oh, well… you know…” Melissa felt shy and small in the presence of the gigantic woman whose pose had shifted into one of annoyance. She placed her large hand over her massive waist, and her other hand on the door frame. She was basically blocking Melissa´s way in.

Lillian simply rose an eyebrow. Melissa was scared that the she´d be pissed and kicked her out.

A bathroom excuse would be silly. Asking her for her phone wasn´t an option either, she already said she called Jonathan. But then, she came with something, which could easily fail.

“May I…” started Melissa, afraid this will come out weird, “have some milk?” she asked.

The only person Lillian wanted those words to come out from was Jonathan; coming from her, it only made her look much more annoying.

“Milk?” Lillian asked, bending forward, closing the gap between them.

“Uh… yes… milk, heh…” she could feel her sweat falling over her head.

“YOU, a grown woman came to my place, looking for your friend, and now, you want milk?” Why did she have to say grown woman? Wasn´t milk for everyone?

“T-that´s right… I´m… kind of thirsty, and… you know, Jonathan had that great milk, but he… he never told me where he got it from. BUT, he said you… gave it to him?” she made things up now.

“I´ll get you a glass.” Lillian declared, maybe this way she´d leave. She simply turned her back and left her on the door. “Wait here.” She said, not asking, she was telling her, ordering her to wait right there and stay outside her place. Melissa simply nodded.

“The things one has to do for annoying people…” Lillian thought as she made her way to the kitchen. “My sweet Jonathan, your friend´s annoying, but mommy won´t kick her out only because she´s your friend… but if she finds you, then…” then that would be a problem.

Lillian went straight to the fridge and pulled the gallon out. Of course, that was a normal gallon. She won´t give Melissa HER milk. She knows the effects it had. Besides, if she grows taller, then she´ll have it easier to force her way in.

Lillian knows she´s afraid of her. She´s the alpha, the big one, superior. Melissa may be tall, but Lillia´s VERY tall. Imponent. A goddess. Melissa´s primal instincts cream to her that Lillian´s not one to mess with. But if Jonathan´s there, trapped, then she´ll have to take some action. The only question is, how?

All the while, Jonathan´s been rolling over the huge mattress on the room upstairs. Going from one side to the other. Trying to escape that giant nightmare he´s got. Pinned between Lillian´s breasts. Smother beneath her huge butt. Feeling like suffocating, scared, trapped. He´s feeling vulnerable, but at some point, he´ll wake up.

“Here´s your milk.” Said Lillian, dryly, as she handed Melissa the glass.

“Thank you.” She said, accepting the large glass. And to think it looks so tiny in her hands. Even for Melissa, the glass still has a substantial size.

Melissa was taking her time, checking the milk. The color, consistency, smell. As if she was sampling a good wine.

Of course, all that pissed Lillian. She wanted to take the glass of her hands, put her hand on her mouth, open it wide and force the full glass in, just like that. Close her mouth, make her swallow and wish her goodbye. But she had to be patient.

Melissa knew, as she was drinking, that if she grew after this, then Lillian was the one.

She knows something had to happen between the store and Jonathan. Something happened to the milk, someone did something. As the milk flowed through her throat, she could feel, it wasn’t it. The taste was the same one as the milk from the store.

It simply wasn´t it. Else, she´ll be gobbling the milk from the glass, until the last drop, and then ask for more. But that wasn´t the case.

“It´s obvious, she won´t give me more of it…” Melissa thought as she drank the final once.

“Thank you.” Declared Melissa as she handed the glass back to Lillian.

“That´s it?” started an annoyed Lillian, “don´t you want me to help you burp all that?” she was sarcastic, however, her maternal instincts did show.

“I… I´m fine, thanks…” Melissa knew that sounded kind of weird, but she was no one to complaint.

All the while, all the time Lillian felt was wasted with Melissa, well, she was kind of right. Jonathan just woke up.

The grown man, well, shrunken man, finally got free from all of the gloom inside his mind. He was squished, splatted, he felt as if he had been torn. All seemed so real, felt so vivid. He woke and immediately sat, as if he was missing air, lack of breath. Hyperventilating, almost.

He turned to the side, to the front. Nothing, no one. He couldn´t help but to feel scared of his surroundings. Everything was still so large. So big. He felt as if he was still trapped inside the nightmare he just had. His pain was still going.

He clenched the covers, hugged his legs closer to his body. Tried to sit in the middle of the bed, avoiding the sides, as if something or someone could come up from under the bed and snatch him.

He was freaking out. He was alone there, he knew it. And he didn´t like it. He liked loneliness just like anyone, but now, at this precise moment, he needed someone.

He wanted to be in the company of someone. But not anyone, someone who could calm him down, make him company while he´s reassured everything´s fine. Someone to comfort him. And he knew just the right person.

“L-Li-Lillian…” he said, with a low concerned tone.

To his despair, she didn´t appear. And how could she? He was basically whispering her name. He had to try, once more.

“L-Lillian.” Now, he said it with his regular volume. But that wasn´t enough.

“Lillian!” His voice was rising, but the result was the same, she wasn´t coming.

“LILLIAN!” He was starting to feel lone, vulnerable.

He knew she wasn´t coming, he could listen to her approaching from the distance, her heavy weight, her large body coming closer. The sound of her feet hitting the floors. She was really hard to miss and even harder not to be heard.

He knew this wasn´t working, he had called her, loud, clear. She wasn´t listening, or… was she? What if she was and this was just some kind of other test? What if she was right behind the door, waiting for him to say the right words.

Jonathan turned at the door, wondering if that was the case. He wasn´t sure, but he had no much doubts either. If she wanted him to do it, then so be it.

“M-mommy!” he yelled, expecting Lillian to blast the door and ran to him, take him out of this paranoic misery. Of course, she´s the giant who was squashing him in his dreams, but he knew that in real life, she wasn´t that way.

After a moment, he knew she wasn´t there. So he tried once more. “MOMMY!” Nothing. He waited, a couple seconds, which felt like hours, then, he tried again, “MOMMY!” nothing. Now, it was getting hard to breathe. He had a knot in his throat that didn´t help on making his voice sound louder.

In the meantime, Lillian was downstairs, on the main door, not able to listen to Jonathan. She was too busy waiting for Melissa to make up her mind and leave.

Melissa wanted to come with an excuse, but she couldn´t. She was freaking out, and Lillian´s sheering size didn´t help at all on making her mind settle and find a solution. She heard something, and when she turned, she could see Lillian´s foot, rising and gently smashing the floor, the same thing someone does when they´re impatiently waiting for something. In this case, she was waiting for her to leave.

“I… I think I should go now…” said Melissa.

“You think?” Came Lillian with a sarcastic tone, why was she like that now? Such a drastic change.

“Yeah, I… I´ll keep calling Jonathan, and… thanks again for the milk… uhm, maybe, if, you know, he doesn´t call back or… or anything, I´ll come check tomorrow, ok?” she said.

“Sure, have a good day.” Lillian said as Melissa was leaving.

“Yeah, thanks, you t…” Lillian slammed closed the door before she could wish the same to her. To Melissa, it seems she´s kind of, in a hurry. But to where? She needs answers, and she´ll find them.

“Well, she´s gone. Bye, bye, you annoying girl… I just hope she stops coming, maybe she believes Jonathan doesn´t want to hang out with him anymore… maybe she´ll get tired of waiting and just…” and while she was thinking Melissa will believe he was avoiding her, she heard something, at the distance, low, yet, she heard it.

“Mommy… mommy…” continuously, deaden, but she knew who this was.

“Jonathan…” came her voice as all of her body suddenly sprinted to where he was.

Was he hurt? Did he fell from the bed? Did the sheets got tied around him and were constricting him like a boa? She had no clue, but this huge mommy felt a rush of emotions and hormones thought her enormous body.

Lillian ran upstairs, now, her body was making the loud noise he had been expecting to hear. The thickness of her body, her flesh, bouncing as she hopped through the steps, ran through the stairs. What was happening? Why was he screaming for her?

The closer she got, the louder his voice seemed. Calling for mommy, and she knew very well it was her. She was too concerned to enjoy this sudden demonstration of affection. As she approached, she could tell he was scared, alone and panicking.

“D-don´t worry… mommy´s coming!” she yelled, instinctively, knowing very well she´s the only one who he wants, the one who´ll wash all of those fears away.

Lillian almost broke the door as she made her way in. Once inside, her eyes pointed straight at the bed, looking for him in the place she knew she´d find him.

“Jonathan…” she said as she spotted the helpless man.

He was red, he seemed exhausted after all the screaming, yet, he kept trying. He kept calling for her. He could see the despair in his wet eyes, he was about to cry, and that melted her heart.

“Honey…” she said as she ran to him, opening her large arms and wrapping them around the man, softly, gently, warmly.

The 7´7” amazon was now there for him, there to take care of him, just as she promised. She knew that now, it was her duty to wash all of his worries away, make whatever was causing him so much pain, go away. To her, he seemed fine, at least physically, but what had happened?

“There, there, I´m here, mommy´s here…” she cooed as she pressed her huge soft bosom over him. “Now, tell me, what´s wrong?” she needed to know what the problem was, only then, she´ll give it a solution.

Jonathan´s lip was quivering, he was trembling, and she could feel it. She hugged him tighter, trying to make him know she was there now, there for him.

“I… I… I had a nightmare.” He said, feeling stupid, ridiculous, lame even. But she proved it wasn´t like that.

“Aww, you had a bad dream, honey?” Lillian said.

Before Jonathan could do a thing, Lillian lifted him up, wrapped her large, thick arms around him and sat where he was covering himself with the sheets. She wasn´t sure why he didn´t got up from bed, but most likely, the answer was that he couldn´t. The bed was much taller than him, besides, there´s just so much he could do. The door knob´s way out of reach now.

Lillian knew he was really dependent on her now, but that´s what she wanted, besides, she knew he needed comfort now. She brought him closer to her, resting his head on her enormous tit. He could feel the enormity of her soft breast. But he was more focused on her warmth. He was scared, irrationally scared for just a bad dream.

He decided to stay quiet. Not answer her question and simply lay there. This was what he needed, protection. He knew there wasn´t any real trouble, that it had all been made up inside his mind. However, he needed this. He needed to be sheltered by Lillian´s enormity, to have her wrap her arms around him and settle his worried mind.

She knew better, as she made shushing sounds, she held him in a tight, yet soft way. As to say, I´m here, don´t worry.

This feeling, the feeling of being everything, she was getting it. As she could feel Jonathan´s once racing heart slowing it´s pace, she knew he was finding comfort on her. That she was now providing the love, the affection she promised. Her only problem was, she took too long.

She wasn´t sure how long he had been yelling to her. She knew that a 26-year-old-man, shrunk or not, won´t immediately wake up crying without a reason. Even if she treasured the moment, deep inside, she knew she somehow failed. Failed to make it on time, failed to listen, failed to prove to him that she´ll be a mommy who´d come up at the very moment she´s needed.

“I´m sorry it took me so long, honey…” Came the giantess nurturing voice, hiding the annoyance she felt. This wasn´t her fault, it was Melissa´s.

Warmth. Jonathan was getting that warm feeling all over his body. On the outside, surrounded by Lillian´s tender embrace, and on his insides. Deep down, he felt loved, cared for. He was embracing her care just as she was embracing him right now.

Lillian was a large lady, and her large arms were wrapped around him, protecting him, comforting him. He was sure that no one could penetrate on her embrace. A woman that big was like a fortress. Which gets him thinking, is this like… right?

Jonathan had a small problem, just as any other day, his mind. He was thinking things way through. Over-thinking all that´s been happening. Yes, he had a bad dream, but he was an adult. He should´ve woke up, realize he was just laying in bed and forget about it all. No need to be terrified at all. But he couldn´t help it.

Lillian had made so many promises. She shrunk him down, to the point that he was sure he couldn´t deal with anything on his own. But he´s not blaming her, not even if she´s the antagonist on the recent nightmare he just had. She was his current savior, which it´s actually kind of confusing.

On the one hand, she forced him to stay, shrinking him down with her milk, all the while he was unaware from where the shrinking came from. But when she revealed her intentions, it was too late for him. He had no other choice but to give. Yes, he could´ve said no, but who will give up their life to take care of him? Melissa was his number one option, besides of Lillian, but will she? She wanted to move out of the country, live her life, succeed. No one will carry him around, he feels more like a weight no one wants to carry, no one but Lillian.

She wanted this, if not why else would she do something like this? She wanted this, she wanted him to stay, there with her. Giving her a man, one to give all her care and affection, and now, she was doing it.

Comforting the shrunken man was all she wanted. If not all, it was part of the deal. Feed him, look for him, love him; Overall, take care of him, and comforting him was just part of the deal.

“There, there, no need to worry my dear, Mommy´s here… shhh, shhh…” Finally, she was capable of letting her maternal side show. Prove how sweet and tender she could be. He was about to meet an endless world of love. But, she couldn´t give her all right now, even if she was there, she was partially focused in something else. Melissa.

As she cooed down to Jonathan, Lillian couldn´t help but to sense a bitter taste in her mouth. A taste called Melissa. Annoying, sour, bothering her to the core. She couldn´t focus in Jonathan as much as she wanted, the fact that Melissa interfered with one of her maternal duties, that annoyed her.

“That… Melissa, that girl, she just made me waste my time. Poor Jonathan here´s been waiting for me for who knows how long, and all that… that bitch did was ask me her stupid little questions…” That idea filled part of her heart with anger. She wanted to be pure love and affection now, for Jonathan, but she couldn´t. She was pissed.

“And why? To know about the milk? I should´ve told her. “Honey, the milk that shrank him came from ME, now step aside, cause Jonathan´s under MY care now.” That´s right, I should´ve said that.” If she knew the milk didn´t worked the total opposite way in women, she would´ve inserted her huge nipple into Melissa´s mouth and knock her out on milk. Once she woke up, she´ll be shrunken and at her mercy. But it didn´t work that way.

If Melissa drank any more milk, then she´ll be able to grow. That way, she can force her way in. Now, Lillian was the big one, the giant amongst them. But, if Melissa had another dose, or another couple, then she could change things up. That´s why she can´t have any more milk.

Luckily for Lillian, there´s no more milk anywhere in town. She´s the only source she knows. And, if by any reason Melissa happens to grow, the Lillian can grow herself more. She´s the fountain, after all.

“If that girl tries to interfere with my plans… tries to set Jonathan away… ugh!” she clenched her fists. Looking straight forward at a wall. At the distance. Melissa has to be really careful now, because she has just messed up with the wrong huge mommy.

Jonathan couldn´t really see her face. He was sitting on her lap, sideways, actually laying there. And above him, her huge bosom obstructed his view to her face. She stopped talking a moment ago, however, he wasn´t sure what to believe now. He could see her huge fist on his side, hit seemed… enraged.

He wondered, looking at her face could help or… just make things worse? But now that he´s settled a bit, he can tell something. This is embarrassing. A nightmare is no excuse for a grown man on his mid-twenties to yell for attention. There´s no fire, he feels simply… lame.

Jonathan felt uncomfortable laying on her lap, so he started moving, trying to get out of it. But then, Lillian sensed his movement and turned down at him. Bending over enough for him to see her face looming above him. Her eyebrows were still frowning when she turned, but then her expression softened.

“Jonathan, sweetheart, what are you doing? Are you feeling better now?” she cooed.

“I… I am… sorry…” he said.

“Why are you sorry, dear?” she asked with her tender voice.

“I shouldn´t have… acted this way.” He added.

“This way? But, in which way, sweetheart?” she was a little confused.

“T-this way. All needy and… and scary, I, I am a man, and I should be capable of controlling myself… I´m s-sorry if I called you here in vain.” He admitted.

“Aww, I´m the one who should be sorry, having you calling for me who knows how long…” Lillian spoke.

“No, I… I shouldn´t have acted this way… I… I don´t want to be needy, I… I´m a grown man and as one I should…” She cut him off.

“Now, now, don´t fuss yourself with all that, I told you I´d take care of you, and coming here to comfort my cutie is exactly one of my mommy duties. I told you I´d protect you, even if it is from a nightmare…”

“But…” he tried to speak.

“No but´s sir, there´s no shame on calling out for help. You know you´re vulnerable now, plus, you´re under my care, so whatever I say goes, and that´s the end of it.” She didn´t want him to be ashamed of his current situation, he just felt the need to be with her, protected, and that´s exactly what she wanted.

“But I…” he wanted to protest; explain he was not supposed to be this way. Or at least tell her he won´t ever act like this again.

“What did I just say? Hmm? No buts. Period. I´m your mommy now, and if mommy says it´s ok, it´s ok. And whoever goes against whatever mommy says, or tries to make fun of you in any way, he or she will be in BIG trouble.” She had Melissa in her mind right now, and she´d turn her into pulp.

“O-ok…” he spoke, if she said so, then… it will be so.

“Ok…?”

“Ok, mommy.” He corrected himself.

“Awww…”

Meanwhile, Melissa was trying to set her mind. If she grew overnight, then Lillian´s house was radioactive and… well, could that be really an option? She drank milk, yes, but that could´ve been any milk.

Lillian was aware, very aware, that she was investigating on the milk. It was obvious, whether or not Jonathan had already told her. Besides, why else would´ve she asked precisely for milk? She was lucky enough that she was willing to give her some.

“That could´ve came up so much worse…” she thought as she entered her apartment.

She was now a bit more used to her new height, she even wondered if she could now make a try and wear heels. To boost up herself a little, make her legs look longer and have a bit more stylish look. Nothing too crazy, maybe two-inch ones, making her 6´8”. But that was still to be seen.

Melissa sat on the couch, her long legs, her knees were rising high above the couch´s level. However, this tall beauty felt a bit sad. Sort of defeated.

“Gosh, she had some attitude, I can tell when someone wants to kick me out…” Not that she was annoying, but she could tell when someone didn´t want her there. “Also, she seemed off, as if she was in a hurry.” Maybe she just disliked her.

But Melissa was sure that Lillian knew something. Way more than she wanted to pretend she knew. Someday, she´ll find out someday. The problem is, she doesn´t have that much time. She couldn´t really blame her. She was yet to find if Jonathan was with her. But if he wasn´t there, then where?

“Still nothing…” she said as Jonathan´s phone sent her to straight voicemail. Where was he?

She knew a guy like him, his current size, he would not be safe if he was alone. He must be somewhere. Maybe he ran away. Maybe he was taken. She couldn´t be sure, but if he was lost, then it could explain why his phone was dead. But if he wasn´t lost.

He may as well be inside Lillian´s place. But what can he be doing there? If things were alright, then she would´ve said he was there. But she didn´t. It seems Lillian´s trying to hide him.

“If he´s with her, hopefully he is, then he´s… trapped? Or… maybe not?” Things were so confusing. She would be fine if he was safe there, but she really couldn´t trust Lillian. She was huge and scary. She could be doing some bad things to Jonathan.

“Oh my… what if he´s her sexual slave? Poor Jonathan, smothered by this woman´s huge body…” she was thinking the worse.

“Or… he could´ve chose to stay with her. Which would make sense, he´s no longer capable of living on his own… but he would´ve called, at least texted.” She was annoyed by all the disorder on the situation. She was full of doubt, concern, worries.

“There´s a chance he´s there, by his own will, and she´s just not allowing me to see him, but why? AND, there´s also a chance he´s there as a prisoner, which would make more sense…” she wasn´t sure, she decided to lay back on her couch and take a break.

She needed to know if that milk she drank would work. If it did, she´ll wake up as an even taller woman. But, most likely, that wouldn´t be the case, the milk tasted just like any other milk. No particular flavor, not the creaminess she tasted before.

She turned up to the ceiling, wondering, “Jonathan… where are you?” Melissa was concerned for his new friend, his shrinking friend. She wasn´t even sure if the shrinking had stopped, what if he shrank all the way to an atoms size? Lost forever.

That couldn´t be, that shouldn´t be! He was not gone. She´ll find him. Melissa will get the answers she´s looking for, and will find Jonathan in the process. Hopefully, on time.

Jonathan felt… excessively hugged now. He was still in Lillian´s embrace, but… in a different position. She wanted to ensure him it was completely ok to feel vulnerable. To show his true feelings. If he needed to yell out the word mommy to calm himself, or express any type of discomfort, she´ll run to him immediately.

Now, he was pinned into one of Lillian´s huge tits. She was carrying him on her arms; he was laying sideways on her large and long arms, he fitted perfectly. Like a huge fleshy hammock with a warming system included. However, he was at her chest level, which means, there´s a vast wall of boob flesh to one side. What´s more, there´s a huge erect nipple just about an inch away from his cheek.

He could tell he was over her areola; however, the nipple was still a bit away. But the worst part was that, whenever she moved, if he listened carefully, he could listen to the milk churning inside her breasts. Heavy, thick, creamy.

It´s been hours, at least, he´s not so sure. Lillian sat on the bed, crossed her thick legs, and stood there. Time had been long enough, but she couldn´t help but to coo at him every now and then.

“Now, it´s ok, believe me, it´s way better to let it all out than to compress all of those bad feelings inside your chest. Believe me…” She was one to talk.

So far, she had semi-enjoyed her time with Jonathan. She wondered, could things have been better if Melissa hadn´t showed? She couldn´t get that annoying woman out of her mind. But she couldn´t tell Jonathan she came by asking for him. There was no way he could´ve got out of the room at the time. He didn´t even made it out of bed. She was one-hundredth percent sure he didn´t listen to her.

“Now, my little darling, tell me, what have you learned today?” She needed to be sure he´ll still call for her the next time he was afraid, or concerned.

This step he gave on his own, it was something she had wanted since the very beginning. Lillian will always be there when he needs her, but will he call for her every time? She knew he was a grown man who had to arrange his life on his own, he´s got some pride he can´t deny; but, if she can break that pride, without forcing it too hard, then he´ll meet only her sweet side.

If she could be the sweet mommy she wanted to be, keeping her bad side away. He´ll trust her faster. So far, things were working great for her. But, if he chooses not to listen, then she´ll have to establish some rules. And she didn´t wanted to. But if he gives her no choice, then things can take a different path.

“Learn?” He didn´t quite get the idea. Learn what?

“Yes, sweetie. Have you learned that calling for mommy is completely fine?”

“I… I´m not sure…” It was really hard to admit it while being pinned against her swollen tits. A wrong answer and she´ll shove her huge nipple inside his mouth. Then, the lesson will be milk-learned.

“Not sure? Jonathan, I think we´ve been over this far enough. Tell me, don´t you feel protected?”

“Yes…” he did.

“Don´t you feel safe? Sheltered by me, your mommy?” He nodded.

Was he really nodding? How had he become so submissive? Was there something else in the milk? What about his life? His independency? Why was he laying there without protesting. Although, discussing with a woman who came running towards you when you´re vulnerable, a woman who made her best to pacify him, that wouldn´t be nice.

All this mommy talking got him confused. He wanted to reject it. But that would mean rejecting her love. Was she really bad intentioned? He already gave into her, but… could he take it back? Or does that mean she´ll throw him up, ditch him like old trash.

“You wanna know something, dear? I think this is right where you belong. Here, in my arms, under my care, here to receive all the love and affection this woman can give. And you know, I have plenty.” Her tone was so sweet, her words so kind. Maybe… maybe she really was the mommy he needed.

Women were wiser, right? And she was older, she had more experience than he did. She knew much more about life than he did… possibly. He wanted to listen, he wanted to play his part. For real now. But if he was really going for it, then it will be in his own way. Lillian will approve, right? She said she wanted to take care of someone, he could be that someone. But he needed to establish some boundaries.

“I think… I think this feels right.” He admitted.

“Oh, I´m sure you do.” YES! He was giving. “Now, my love, that do you like the most? My love, my care, or… my big boobies? Cause that´s also a fair answer.” Maybe she was pushing too hard there, but she couldn´t help it. She wanted to know how into her he was.

“I… I… I think I´d like to… skip the question… if mommy doesn´t mind.” Play along, reject her question but give her something in exchange.

“Aww, of course, you don´t have to answer if you don´t feel comfortable…” It worked.

Something new, what if he was in reality the king of the house? Well… not quite, but what if his opinion was the one that really mattered? Could he be the one to choose? Could he set the rules? He wanted to know, he needed to try. But how? Where to begin.

Lillian was the HUGE mommy. But who was she taking care of? Him. Which means, his well-being is her number one priority. Therefore, he´s the one who gets to decide, hopefully.

Jonathan needs to find a way to make things work for him. He needs to get something, he can´t live the rest of his days sucking from her tits and calling her mommy. He needs to make a life there, even if he´s limited by her.

“M-mommy…” he spoke.

“Yes, my sweet pie?” she was smiling, no more Lillian, just mommy. She felt so good.

“Can… can I have my… my computer?” he asked, he could still stream, he could still thrive through life. Playing videogames was easy for him, and a decent way to make money. Besides, he can´t let that he built to go down without even trying. People will miss him, but with time, they´ll forget about him.

“Your… computer?” Lillian was wondering if he wanted to get in touch with the real world.

She´s not that old. She knows perfectly what a computer´s for. He can get in touch with people by the social media. But most importantly, with Melissa. What if he sends her a message? She can´t start her new mommy life with lies. Maybe she´ll confess someday, but it will be better if that day never comes.

“Yes… my desks right on my room… upstairs. If you want I…”

“No.” Did she just said no? Clear, sharp, denial.

“N-no?” he asked.

“You heard me, you don´t need that computer. If you want to look for something online, I don´t know, watch some videos, check some e-mails, buy some stuff. We can use MY computer… but I must be there, I´m not sure if you can still handle a regular sized computer.” She was worried she may give him some ideas with the e-mail suggestion.

“B-but… my…”

“What did I say about buts? Mommy doesn´t like buts. Now, be good and do as I say. Trust me, you don´t need that computer.” She was starting to forbid things, not good for him.

“I… my computer´s where I… where I work.” He said, hoping she´d understand.

“Work? Honey, you don´t need to worry about work anymore. You got ME. I´ll provide for you. Anything you need, I´ll get it for you.” Why couldn´t he just say “ok”? Why haven´t he accepted her decision by now?

“I…” would he be confined there? Was that house and Lillian the only thing he´ll see? Only being capable of knowing about the outside world by what he sees through the window and on TV? She couldn´t cut him out of the world, could she?

“I think this is enough talking, now, why don´t you go to bed? I´m sure that nightmare you had didn´t allow you to get a good rest.” She placed him in bed. It seems the discussion was over before it even started.

She stood up, her enormous body making her way out, she turned off the light and closed the door behind him. Jonathan was in awestruck. No? Really? He was good at one thing, and she had just cut his wings out. What was he supposed to do there if he didn´t play videogames? But she thought he wanted to work, that´s what he said. Maybe if he rephrases his question, maybe she´ll accept.

For now, he was left in the darkness of the room. What time was it? He couldn´t see a thing. It was pitch-black now. She left him there, alone. He couldn´t help but to feel kind of… nagged. She denied something he wanted, why?

“It doesn´t matter…” he laid back, “I´ll find my way. I can´t get out of this house on my own, but if I can´t get to where things are, mommy… shit, Lillian will bring them to me…” he thought, about to make a plan.

She couldn´t do it. She couldn´t deprive him from the outside world. He couldn´t be confined to her house only. He needed some sort of contact with the real world. But, there´s something else, where´s his phone?

Lillian was washing the dishes, mad. Her huge form pulling dishes from the sink and scrubbing them thoroughly.

“Who does he think he is? His computer? Why would he want it?” she knew there was a chance he wanted so escape. But he just called her mommy. He had already accepted his faith, right?

Lillian was mad at him. Now, he was asking for things he shouldn´t. If he would´ve asked for more titty, then she would´ve been thrilled. But his computer? That didn´t played along. It was completely off the way of things he could ask for. Even a solid mean would´ve been more acceptable.

“He´s just thinking on stupid silly videogames, why would he? He´s got me, am I not enough?” she was. A big, tall, thick woman. Enough for anyone on her 7´7” glory. Even her butt jiggled a bit as she strongly moved her hands over the dishes, soaping them. Not to mention the way her breasts bounced because of all the mad agitation she was having.

Lillian´s body was enormous, fleshy, soft. And those tight clothes she was wearing, it only made her appear much bigger. As if her breasts were about to burst out of her tight top, or if her thick legs would rip her pants to the seams. She was mesmerizing, and she hoped that could be enough to get all of Jonathan´s attention, but apparently, that was not the case.

“His computer… “mommy, can I have my computer?” Of course NOT.” She could break the dishes given the force she was applying on them. Rubbing the soapy sponge all over their delicate surface. They were not delicate, but in her hands, they may as well be made up of foam.

Lillian was really upset. First, Melissa comes in to mess everything up. Making her look bad in front of Jonathan. Now she can´t really say I´ll always be there the second you need me, it will be more like, when you need me, I´ll be there… in time. She hated it.

And now, Jonathan wants his computer back? This couldn´t be. Is her plan really not going to work? Is he trying to escape in a secret way? Making his way away from her using the digital devices there are? Lucky she, he won´t get access to his phone, or the computer. Those thigs were completely out of reach. Quite literally.

But she couldn´t be mad. She couldn´t stay mad with him. She was feeling really bad by sending him to bed. She felt like the villain of the story. The bad mommy who won´t look after him.

“Awww… I… I can´t be like this.” She dried her hands with a towel and made her way upstairs. An apology, that´s right. A sincere, well-explained apology, and he´ll understand.

Lillian went upstairs, her weight making the steps creak a little, her heavy ass bouncing with each step. Her flesh swaying to the sides. Her breasts were busy too, bouncing as she made her way. The friction between her tits and her top made her nipples hard. But that came in really helpful. Maybe this could stimulate Jonathan for another meal? Titty time, for sure.

“What if he´s already asleep?” thought the amazon, standing taller than the door frame.

Lillian wasn´t really sure if she should step in. Will it disturb him? Could it be annoying? However, this was her house, she could do as she pleased. Yet, doing such will be kind of selfish, and Jonathan couldn´t perceive that, not from her.

She must show him how sweet and caring she is. How kind, gentle, considerate. She already proved she´s big. And she also proved she can protect him. But looking after him, that´s something she must constantly show.

“Jonathan, honey, are you awake?” Came Lillian´s voice through the darkness of the room.

It was late already, so there wasn´t much light coming in through the window. Nothing could be easily seen inside the room. She turned towards where she knew the bed was, but where was Jonathan?

She wouldn´t have wanted to take a sit over the mattress and end up sitting over him. She could squash him with her tremendous butt and her heavy weight. She knows she´s on a whole other level. Much bigger, much stronger, that´s why she´s the one who should protect him.

Lillian stood there, on the door, covering almost the whole frame own thick frame. Just a little light could come in between the borders of her feminine silhouette. She waited for his response, and before she gave up, believing he was asleep, she called once more. Whispering.

“Jonathan…”

“Hmmm…” came a sound from over the bed. He was awake, well, kind of.

Jonathan thought it would be silly to sleep again. He wasn´t tired. But the lack of light and the softness of the pillows, before he knew it his eyes were closing on their own. He struggled not to fall asleep. He didn´t have much to do today, or the rest of the week, so why not taking a second nap?

Before he fell asleep, he was meditating. What could he do? What would be the best course of action to get what he wants? He knew his chances of getting out of that house were basically cero, but, if he was to stay, then he must be comfortable.

Lillian had said it herself, she´ll provide everything. Which can only mean, whatever he asks for, he will get it. He wasn´t lucky with the computer, but there must be another way to ask for it and truly get it. But first, he must play his part.

“Mommy… is that you?” he asked with a sleepy voice.

“Of course, it´s me baby, who else?” Came Lillian´s voice.

He just rubbed his eyes and yawned a little. Who would´ve thought he could sleep so much in one day. However, it was time to take action.

Mommy… are you still mad?” he asked, trying to appear as frail as he could.

“Aww, no sweetie. Mommy´s not mad. Not anymore.” She explained as she turned on the light and walked towards the bed. Sitting right next to him and embracing him with one of her thick arms.

Jonathan was pulled into Lillian´s side, her voluptuous hips spreading over the bed, soft, fleshy. She felt even warmer than the sheets over the bed. And much softer than the mattress itself.

“Mommy…” Came Jonathan´s voice, looking up to her. He never thought that he´ll be doing this at his current age. But if he wants to get something, then he must earn it. Although, acting like such at the age of 26, that´s embarrassing.

“Yes, my dear?” she started caressing his hairs with her big hand. She could engulf his whole skull with a single hand. It made Jonathan concerned, what if she gets mad? But he had to ask.

“Why… why can´t I have my computer?” he asked.

“Ugh, there you go again.” Said Lillian, loosing her kind soft voice and now rising her tone with certain annoyance on her. “Why do I need to go over this again. Why do you want that computer for? I am the one who will work, I am the one who will provide for you. I. ME. You don´t need to worry about your old life, you got me now, why can´t you understand?” her tone was serious.

Even Jonathan couldn´t help but to feel a little afraid of her. Yes, he was an adult, but Lillian was so much bigger. Intimidating.

“But…” came his voice.

“What have I told you before…” then she bent over, closer to him. “Mommy. Doesn´t. Like. Buts.” She declared as she placed her huge finger right on his nose. To prove to him she was so much bigger, to prove she was in charge. To prove she´s serious.

Jonathan had no idea what to do. She was enormous. Imposing. And now mad. What could a man like him do in this case? He wasn´t sure, he was scared, he was about to tremble. However, there was a way to use that fear, use it against her. He wasn´t really proud of what he was about to do, but she left him no choice.

His lip began to quiver as he looked up at the giantess. Then, tears began to accumulate at the bottom of his eyes. A drop of tears came down his cheek and finally. He cried.

He knew that Lillian was such a big woman, and a much bigger mommy. Her maternal instincts drove her to do this, which means, she can´t really control them; which also means, she won´t be capable of watching him cry, and if she knows she´s the cause for that crying, then she´ll fix it.

“I´M SORRY… I just wanted my computer to play…” he covered his face with his hands. Projecting vulnerability, fear, shyness.

Lillian was taken by surprise, the frown on her face slowly faded, now, her heart was beating faster, and with every beat, she was more concerned for him.

“Don´t be mad, mommy, I´m sorry!” Came his voice, now, it was time to blame it all on her.

“I just wanted to play some games, keep myself busy. And you´re not always around…” her heart sank. That´s not what she wanted him to think.

She wanted Jonathan to know she was always around. But, could it be because she took so long to make it back to him a while ago? Does that mean he doesn´t trust her to always be there? What´s more, does it mean she failed!?

Lillian´s hands reached for him, then, Jonathan was placed sideways over her lap. Her huge cushioning lap. He knew it was working. He just had to hold it a little longer and maybe he´ll be using his computer again.

“Jonathan… do you think I´m not always there for you?” she asked, worried.

“I… I thought so… but, you have other things to do, and I… I´m being left alone in this room. I thought…” he was about to say that a computer will help him through his loneliness.

“Aww, poor thing, you miss mommy when she´s gone, don´t you?”

“I… do.” What was going on?

“Don´t worry, precious. From now on, I´m not going to leave you alone. Ever. Ok, that way there won´t be any need for a computer. If what you want´s company, I´ll prove you I can keep you company. AAAAAAAALLLLL day long.” He swallowed.

Things didn´t come the way he thought. In fact, it wasn´t even the way he thought it could be if his plan failed. Now, he won´t have any second of the day for his own. Lillian will be with him at all times. But, does this mean this is a permanent thing? Can he talk himself out of it.

“Mommy I…” she didn´t allow him to talk.

Lillian simply pulled her giant breast out of her top, exposing her engorged nipple. Then, she pinned his face into her tit. Directing her nipple right to his mouth.

“Shh, shh, drink up, sweetheart. Feel mommy´s love through her milk. Tasty, right? Nurturing, all of my love is on that milk. And all of my milk is just for you.” He swallowed every drop of it. A giant nipple with a stream of milk flowing right to his mouth. He´d choke if he didn´t swallow.

“I´ll make sure to be there, to keep you warm, safe, loved. I´m going to feed you only with my milk, to make sure you feel loved. As many times as you want.” This was nothing like what he had thought.

The next morning, Melissa woke up on her apartment. Time to check on the… effects. She had a whole glass of milk. Of course, she wasn´t sure it was the same milk. The taste was not the one. However, time to check herself.

“Ok so… six-foot… six? I´m the same.” She declared.

She even went to check herself on the mirror, the same curves she had got that first time she drank from the milk.

Melissa was basically in pajamas now, not the typical pajamas. She was wearing a tight tank top, which only made it to her belly button. The tight muscles of her abdominal region, all covered by a sexy layer of thin fat. Curves, definition, flesh. She was hot from her curvy hips, her thin waist and all the way to her round breasts.

Her nipples were noticeable, mildly erect beneath her top. A top that could barely contain so much of her. This was one of her old clothes, she put it on because it was stretchy and comfortable, but that was back then. Now, the fabric was stretched all the way over her smooth flesh. And extra stretched over her heavy breasts.

Let´s not forget about her legs. Her long, shapely legs were… bare. She had a thong on, a new one, nothing she owned could match those curves. Her hips were wider, her legs thicker, and her butt, it was BIG. Round, perfect, strong. Her cheeks bounced as she walked, there was no deny on that, but while she was standing, that was a really firm peach. Tight, round, sexy.

And her thighs were no second place, they were thick and smooth. Hard not to keep an eye on them once you spot her. She was tall, curvaceous and sexy. Foxy even. And now, in the intimacy of her room, she couldn´t help but to be comfortable, which meant she´ll be wearing as least clothes as she saw fit.

But, that´s not what got her attention. She now lived with this new body. Yes, it was surprising how tall she was. Easily reaching everything, and sometimes bumping her head with some other stuff. However, her new “dimensions” were kind of a challenge too.

She hit stuff with her butt, her his were too wide to make it through narrow spaces where she once fit. She wasn´t fat, not at all, just… bigger. And the fact that she remained that big, well, it kind of lead to nothing.

“This isn´t it…” she threw herself on bed, backwards.

She made a much heavier sound as her heavier body fell on top of her mattress. How much did she weight now? 230? 240? She knew she wouldn´t like the answer. But not as much as she hated this.

She woke up the same, 6´6”, nothing had changed. The same figure, same tightness on her clothes. Same bulk on her ass, same huge tits. Part of her was expecting to become a much taller, much bustier and much curvier amazon. But it didn´t happen.

“What am I doing wrong? What?” she was looking at the ceiling, wondering how, how will she succeed in finding an answer, finding the cause, finding… Jonathan.

Melissa was concerned, but she was resolved in one thing. No matter how or when, but she´ll make it through Lillian´s place. She´ll get inside that house. Once inside, she´ll look for Jonathan in every single room on the house. Under the sink, in the garage, between the walls. There won´t be an inch of that house where she won´t look. The thing is, a plan. Melissa needed a plan. And she´ll make one, because when she´s got a goal, she´ll fight until she gets it done.

Back in Jonathan´s new, and recently readjusted life. Well, he had a tiny problem. Intimacy. Lillian said it and apparently was going to make it. Since the very moment he woke up, until the second he fell asleep, he was with her.

Lillian was there, always; every second, of every minute, on every hour, of the day. He had no privacy, no time for his own. Nothing.

They slept on the same bed. She surrounded him with her long, thick arms. Pulling him closer, tightly pinning him next to her enormous body. Her arms were so strong, he couldn´t move. Whenever she fell asleep, he tried to break free, but he couldn´t. He was trapped in those constricting arms of her.

But that wasn´t the worst part. The rest of his activities were kind of the same. They slept together, and also ate together.

Lillian pulled her enormous jugs out whenever she was about to have lunch, breakfast or dinner. They will live together so, for her, it made sense that he adjusted to HER schedule. And on every meal time, at least hers, she took a sit and just placed him right in front of her dripping nipple, after a while, he learned what he had to do. He was drinking to his full while she ate.

And how did she cook? Easy, she just took a blanket, wrapped him with it and then tied the whole thing, with him inside, to her. He was like a cocoon, wrapped around her torso. As if he was in a hammock, only that he was pinned right in front of Lillian´s monstruous breasts. They were HUGE. Every day, he couldn´t help but to wonder, where they bigger? They felt bigger, he wasn´t really used to eat.

And that was on breakfast, lunch and dinner. Waiting patiently on her bosom. Sometimes he could see her nipple getting wet. Her biological clock was already adjusted for this, so that her tits milked at those specific times. But not just at those times, some days, he found himself latching on her up to six times a day.

Shower time was hard too. Well, kind of. First, Lillian will strip, pealing her clothes off of her thick body. Exposing her bare flesh. She was so big, so thick, so… alluring. She made sure not to turn back at him. She didn´t even wanted to lose eye-contact with him. Which sometimes got him thinking, what if she looks at him while he sleeps? That was definitely something that happened. But he would prefer to ignore it.

Previous to the shower, she will take all of her clothes off. Jonathan was mesmerized, as he stood over the toilet, Lillian didn´t stop to look titanic. She was looking at him, down to him, as she removed her top, then her gigantic bra, whenever she wore one. Her flesh jiggled, moved with her powerful movements. She was monolithic. Her breasts shook once her bra was off, readjusting to the freedom they now had. Her nipples were so hard, every time.

Whenever she bent to remove the rest of her clothes, those heavy breasts of hers hung, sexily, following the motion of her body. They hung in an exciting, firm and soft way. The feeling he got was hard to describe. However, by the time she was done, he was totally aroused.

“Need some help?” he always stumbled back with that question.

She was talking about removing his clothes. He didn´t wanted. His member was hard, he didn´t wanted her to see it. But there was no point in arguing. He won´t be alone. He tried, asking her if she could wait for him outside, but then she came with these answers. What if he fell? What if he got hurt? She couldn´t leave him alone, no. The answer was always no.

He had no choice, so he removed his clothes. And Lillian wasn´t blind. She noticed he was hard, but she came with something, unpleasant. Or at least kind of awkward.

She bent over and said: “I don´t mind, it´s natural. A natural reaction of yours towards a big body like mine. But remember one thing, my boobies are the only thing you´re allowed to put hands on… well, lips… and you can relieve that… pain, anyway you want, ok?” she winked.

The imposing woman was talking about jerking off? While she was there!? No, that wasn´t an option for him. However, he had a really hard time trying to settle his member. In fact, he always failed to do such thing. They showered together.

The water fell over Lillian and ran down on her curvy body. Washing her, cleaning her, running through her body as if it caressed her. And all the time, he was there. She made the offer to bathe him, but he didn´t like the idea. He had to maintain some independency, so he showered himself. With a soap that she left at his reach.

Things were not easy for him; in fact, they were harder. But so far, he learned one thing. How to ask for things. What to watch on TV, what to do, in which room to be. Nonetheless, those were things inside her house. He wanted to go out. Meet other people. But whenever he asked for it, the answer was no.

Lillian wouldn´t let him out, not even to the backyard. He hated it. He was confined to her house. Her place. Following her rules. There was no freedom there. Besides, it´s been days since he last saw his phone. He didn´t ask because, well, he didn´t gain access to his computer, so his phone, another communication device, was out of the limits.

He was lost, he may as well give in already. This will be his new life, from now on, his only world will be Lillian´s house, and his only company her. He´ll need a miracle to get out of there.

Jonathan´s “tormenting” continues. Not a single minute of the day he´s allowed to leave her side. Even if he would try to, she´ll literally follow him, pick him up and ask him: “Ok so, where are we going?” always with that big smile of hers on her huge face.

Lillian was ginormous. The good thing was, she wasn’t growing any bigger, well, actually he was the one who wasn´t shrinking. Day after day, she made sure to feed him, and feed him well with those huge jugs of hers. Jonathan was fed with a never-ending source of milk.

Her huge tits filled up quite fast. By the time he had fully digested his last “meal” she was already filled up with more. He trembled to the idea that someday he´ll just pop up like a balloon.

Sometimes he even tried to resist a little, but then her words came, things as “it´s good for you…”, “But you need to eat, sweetheart, stay strong and healthy…” once she just teased his mind with the idea that maybe it will start making him grow, just like with her.

He liked that possibility, now that the whole shrinking had ended, that he could grow back. If that had been true, he would´ve glue himself to her tit. But it was just a lie, he could tell by the way she smiled and giggled. For a second, he had hope, but that was gone.

“Good morning, my little angel.” Lillian said to him as he woke up.

“Someone´s been sleeping sooo tight today. It´s almost noon, baby. But that´s ok, it´s pretty cold anyways. No doubt on why you slept past the whole morning.” She added as she caressed his face with her gigantesque fingers.

Noon? NOON! Jonathan found himself sleeping more and more. But he couldn´t be blamed. He had his reasons.

He really had nothing to do anyways, so why waking up early? Also, he was so full of milk by “bedtime”, he was really sleepy. In reality, he was getting used to this routine of doing nothing but sucking and sleeping. His body learned that by now, therefore, he spent more time sleeping than anything. It seemed as his only job.

“Ok, baby. Today´s going to be a cold day, I checked that on the news, so… you´re gonna need some extra warmth today.” She went straight to her closet, perhaps, to pull another, much thicker onesie?

He just sat on the bed, watching the giant woman struggling to fit her voluptuous form through the closet´s tiny door. Well, at least it seemed tiny compared to her. Lillian needed a bigger house, at least bigger doors. This woman was humongous.

To him, she was a giantess, to anyone else, she was an amazon. Her legs, as thick as tree trunks, her ass, wide and round, bouncing and wiggling as she walked. And her breasts, so heavy, so always full of milk. Her nipples dripped at all times. Her tops always seemed to be wet around her nipples. But she didn´t mind, who´ll complaint, him?

“Where did I put it… where, where… oh, here it is.” She declared as she bent, the flesh of her fluffy waist expanding to the sides as she bent, almost brushing the doorframe as she reached for something down there.

Jonathan could already picture himself on an extra fluffy, extra bulgy onesie. Enough to keep him warm, and also thick enough to prevent him from walking. Not that he needed that much, Lillian had been carrying him around all day long. The only time of the day when she took him off her shoulder, was when she placed him over her arm and inserted her giant nipple on his mouth.

His life as a 26-year-old was not what he expected. But he was not in control of it, Lillian was.

“Here it is!” announced Lillian as she pulled herself out of the closet, she struggled just a little, but that´s reasonable for someone who is 7´7” and weights around 500-pounds, probably more since her ass and thighs are so bulky.

Her whole body quaked as she made her way to him. He was still pretty much covered by the tick sheets of her bed. She wasn´t lying, it was cold, he could feel it in the tip of his icy nose.

Being shrunken had it´s disadvantages, just like smaller animals who have to look for a warm underground shelter during winter, he was not prepared for cold. And it wasn´t even that cold. At least Lillian didn´t felt it that way.

But she knew that, to him, this weather may not be much pleasing. She was like a huge polar bear, her body warmed by her own flesh. To her, the weather was regular. Not cold, not hot. But to him, he could feel it, it was time to heat up.

“So… what´s that?” he asked, what she was carrying was no onesie, in fact, what was it? It seemed like a cover, but… folded and sewed in the shape of a circle. Like a strip.

“It´s a girdle.” Lillian said.

“A gir… girdle? What´s that?” He asked.

Lillian placed both hands on her waist and said to him: “Now, that´s not a way to ask things to mommy.”

Jonathan had to know better, and he did, but he just wasn´t used to it. He rephrased his question, even if he didn´t like what he had to say.

“Mommy, can you please tell me what´s that?”

“For sure, sweetheart. This is meant to shape a woman´s body. You know, put everything on its place and give women, such as mommy, a more sensuous shape…” He wasn´t expecting that answer. But what does that have to do with cold?

She could tell he was still confused, well, more like still expecting the whole explanation.

“So… this little thing here, it´s going to help ME keep YOU warm.” Was she wrapping it all around him? That thing didn´t seem that warm to him.

Lillian took her rope off, revealing her body, wearing nothing but a bra and some panties. Revealing so much of her bare skin. Her lusty, large flesh. She was a muse, a nearly eight-tall-muse.

She put the griddle on. She wasn´t fat, or chunky, but her body was just so fleshy, so large, kind of hefty. And that girdle, it worked, for sure. It´s true that it was large, a very big girdle. For a woman like Lillian, that thing had to be resistant, strong, solid; yet, it had to be soft, flexible and form fitting. And it was.

It gave Lillian a much smoother waist, a much elegant shape. And it also made her boobs and butt look huge. Tucking everything on its place, her boobs were striking to the view, firmer even; and that thing was only hugging her waist.

Her butt seemed remarkable too. Drawing a single line of curve from her waist to her glutes. It made her lower back slimer and her butt much rounder-seeming.

“Ok now, come here…” she walked towards him and pulled him out of the sheets. The room seemed so cold now. She was fine, really, but now that he had lost his warmed shelter, he started trembling.

The worst part came when she pulled his clothes off. Leaving him almost naked. He wanted to complaint, to speak up, but his teeth were chattering.

“Aww, don´t worry honey. Momma´s gonna keep you warm.” She held him with a single hand and with her free one, she pulled the girdle, enough so that he could fit.

His eyes opened widely, was she? Yes, she was! Before he could say a thing, she lowered him, his legs came in first, then the rest of his body. His arms and legs were now pinned to her by the elastic fabric of the girdle. The fabric was strong enough to keep him in place, he couldn´t move.

So that he could breathe, she left his head outside. And just as he tried to squirm, she ruffled his hair. He felt stupid, however, this is how kangaroos are carried. Does this mean Lillian is now his huge kangaroo mommy?

“I believe you´ll feel warmer if you´re heated by my own, loving body. Feeling the love of my soft body as you´re all warm and cozy. Tell me, is mommy wrong? Don´t you feel good down there?”

He was… uneasy. He was right in front of her belly, he could feel her soft flesh, just like she said, behind him. He squirmed a little, but the thing he could move the most were only his feet. So, he squirmed, a lot, trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately, there´s no way he can find a better position than this.

He was looking straight forward, and so was his whole body. His arms and legs fully stretched on her stomach.

“Oh, J-Jonathan, h-honey… try not to squirm so much, your little feet are… they´re touching mommy´s… you know.”

“Sh-shit!” he thought as he stopped and tried to spread his legs the more he could. He could barely move inside that thing.

“Better.” She said with some blush on her face. “Now, just let me know if you´re still cold, maybe I can put on a sweater or something. And if you want to sleep, well, you can get your whole self in and just take a nap over mommy´s belly, haha.” She was carrying him over her belly.

During the morning, he couldn´t complaint about the warmth. However, he could feel Lillian´s whole humanity moving. It was worse than those times when she wrapped him over herself with a blanket. Her flesh, jiggling, and him together with her.

Her constant petting, he felt kind of claustrophobic, he couldn’t raise his arms. It was as if he was tied. To her, he felt tied to a huge tree, a soft, fleshy one.

By noon, the warmth was not much to his liking. Lillian was sweating. He could feel the sweat on her, rubbing against him. Her soft, slippery flesh getting him all wet. He cringed. It was all over him, his shoulders, his hands, his butt, and of course his whole back. But that was it.

“I… m-mommy I… I think it´s hot enough in here.” She could tell, that thing was making her hot. But she wanted to put him first.

She pulled him out, and said: “Well, I think we´re both all sweaty, aren´t we… time for a bath.”

Privacy, he was craving for it. He needed it, he must look for a way to claim it. But how? She´s like his shadow. A large, heavy, shadow.

This was not what he wanted. To agree to be his neighbors… to make her his so called “mommy”. This was so unreal. A giant woman who had a need he was satiating against his will. Well, not against it, but he wanted to pull out.

Deny what he said and just get away from her. But there´s things he needed. Like his phone. He knew no numbers on that thing. He had a full list of contacts; however, he ignored what the numbers were.

He didn´t want to feel this way. But she´s just… taking this too far. If she had told him she´ll be sweating all over him, then he would´ve said no. Deny living there, with her.

But she was not one to blame, she was learning. No matter how confident she seemed, or how ensured she appeared to be, this was the very first time she had done something like this.

This had been something planned in the long-term for her. The milk, finding someone to agree with what she was doing, and now, the life after.

She was in to pamper his brains out. Make him feel cozy, loved, look for him. But she needed to learn. They were both adults, they could have a chat and share their ideas about what they do and do not like.

But he didn´t thought of it that way. He knew he was not in the same level as her. If she was a queen, then he was just a mere slave. Or a prince, given the way this whole thing worked. To him, he had no right to decide what stays and what doesn´t. He thinks she´s just a dictator, kind one, but it´s just a matter of time before she explodes.

A simple request, there´s just one thing he´ll ask for, and that´s going to make her lose it. His phone. But before that happens, he needs to make a small test first. Ask for something a bit less meaningful. And he´s got just the right thing in mind.

“M-mommy…” Jonathan spoke, as he was resting on Lillian´s massive lap.

“Yes, dear?” she said smiling. She was feeling a bit swollen now, if he happened to be hungry, then it was just a perfect timing.

“Can we… go to the… the backyard?” why? He really didn´t needed to, but breathing the fresh air of the outside for the first time in days, that will be good.

“Out? But, honey, we can´t go out. You can´t. It´s all… dusty and, and windy. What if you catch a cold?” Her real worry was that someone may spot him. She didn´t want anyone to know he was there, and much less that he was shrunk.

“But… but it´s… it´s good to be out, to breathe the fresh air, walk on the ground… you know… I think that being inside all day is making me kind of… sick.”

Lillian sighed. He knew he was not going to get anything from her. A huge no, that´s what he had coming. He could already see her lips, slowly accommodating to pronounce an “N”. But he had a plan, he thought of it before, he even practiced. Now, it was time to give it a try.

Before Lillian could speak, he broke into tears. Not at first, really, he just wailed as he covered his face with his hands.

Lillian couldn´t believe it. And when he started demanding for it, she knew it, this was a tantrum.

If she wanted him to play her game, then so be it. He was giving him exactly what she wanted. Well, not what she wanted, but it was part of the whole deal.

Lillian stood there, just watching him as he finally got tears to come out of him. He will get tired, won´t he? That´s what she was waiting for. But it didn´t happen.

She thought this could be settled like the adults they were, but she couldn´t say a word when he was yelling all out. She took a deep breath, one after the other. She wondered from where did he got all this energy?

Within a minute, she got tired of it. “You wanna go outside? FINE!” He won. But she was not going to give up that easy.

The very next day, at 3:00 am, she took him, placed him inside her girdle and walked downstairs with him. He woke up as she came down the stairs, her movements shaking him as he bounced together with her belly.

By the time he was fully awake, she had opened the door. The breeze, it was so cold. “You wanted to come out, we´re out. Now, do you want me to pull you out?”

She pulled her girdle, enough to let the cold enter and wash his whole body. To her, it was an acceptable cool, to him, it was freezing.

“N-no… p-p… let´s get in.” he said, trembling.

She was not going to take him out during the day. What´s more, she didn´t even wanted to do so. But if they were, then it must be at the time she decides. And she wanted this time.

“Now, I think we´re gonna have to wait until summer to go out. Don´t you think?” He nodded. She was not going to give, in any way.

Who would´ve thought she could be such a bad loser?

Just like any other early morning, if that can be called morning, she placed her nipple inside his mouth and he started sucking. She always felt swollen at this hour of the day. But he was always sleeping. Therefore, she breastfed him on his sleep.

He sucked, and sucked, and sucked all of her nectar in. His belly, slowly inflating, filling up with her creamy milk. He rapidly fell asleep and sucked while he did.

His shrinking days were over, as soon as he reached 1´6”, which she knew was the height he´ll be by the time her milk stopped having an effect on him, she was sure he was the right size.

She had made a deal with the doctor, well, not a deal but that´s what he told her. However, this was an experimental procedure. And she was the first candidate who offered herself to take it.

Lillian didn´t know it yet but, the shrinking wasn´t over. Yes, his height settled in 1’6”, but that was temporary. Her constant feeding, providing him with more and more of her milk. It was having another effect on him.

Instead of dosing him twice or three times a day. She was doubling it. Which means, his body was taking much more milk than the one he really needed. It could be said that she was overfeeding him. But instead of making him grow bigger and fat, the milk went through him like water.

Only that this water, well, it was altered with some chemicals that will not leave her body in the near future.

The difference may be too little to notice, but he was shrinking. Not as much as he originally would. Else, he would´ve disappeared with a single tit. He was drinking over three times his own weight in milk every day.

He was having so much milk that the “unnoticeable” effect this should have until its effects are vanished, well, that wasn´t working as it should.

An inch. Jonathan had lost another inch during these last few days. He was now 1´5”, and yes, this shrinking wasn´t over.

The next morning, real morning. Around 8:45 am, in an office building. Melissa was thinking, just as she made her way to her floor. She wondered, how?

How can she make Lillian tell him where´s Jonathan. He´s at her place, right? He must be there. She really needs to find out.

“A camera… what about a camera?” she had an idea, connect a camera on his place, pointing at hers. That way, she can tell if Lillian´s leaving her place at the same hour, or hours. But, does she have a job? Hobbies? Any activity that requires her to leave her place at set hours?

There´s so much she ignores about Lillian´s life.

Melissa walks out of the elevator. Thoughtful. Focusing all of her attention on how to help his friend. His phone´s obviously disconnected, she stopped calling a few days ago, he won´t reply.

As she walked, a lot of people, mostly men, turned at her. She was the official beauty on the office. Even if no man would admit it, publicly, her sheering height is quite attractive. She´s a 6´6” woman in two-inch heels; a 6´8” amazon.

Her long legs, her thick legs, they´re just so long and shapely. Her body seems so fit, so nurtured. Athletic, but not too much, firm but not too hard. She´s just a giant model walking down the hall.

Her long hair, flying at her back as her strides rapidly make her way to her office. Her butt, so firm and yet, it´s trembling with each of her heavy strides. She´s taking the breath out of anyone who can spot her.

And her breasts, her round boobs taking the lead of her front. It´s hard for a man not to turn at them when they´re nearly at eye-level.

Her boobs bounce on her tight top as her sensuous line of cleavage just wiggles to the sides. A little to the right, a little to the left. She can tell she´s now a sexy queen. Pulling everyone´s eyes to her. She can´t blame them.

She can´t say she loves it, but she can take it. She´s got a rule, when someone takes the extra mile, when someone approaches just to get a better view of her tits, or of her ass. Then she´ll slap the heck out of him, or them. She´s a big girl now, she can definitely do it.

But just as she walks with her sexy, yet strong, body. She wonders, can she get a drone inside that house? One with a camera.

It doesn´t even have to be in, she could just film it from outside, at a safe distance of course. Look for Jonathan, and once she confirms he´s there, she´ll go get him.

“But… that´s trespassing… I don´t thing something like that´s allowed… although, I´ll be doing it to save Jonathan. Still, how do we know he wants to be saved. If he was in trouble, he would´ve already reached out, right? I mean, it´s been a week.” Melissa thought as she sat on her chair.

She needed a better plan.

Jonathan was kind of losing it now. He was with Lillian ALL day. And the worst part was, the things she did to him to keep him “close”. Why couldn´t she just leave him in some chair while she washed the dishes or cooked?

As long as they were on the same house, they were together, right? Why did she had the need to suffocate him with her enormous body. Squash him into her, press him towards her soft, large body. Why?

Right now, as she was sitting on her desk, working in something on her computer, he was tired, annoyed.

“Tell me, why do I have to be here?!” he claimed to the woman above him.

In reality, his new reality, she was surrounding him with her enormous thighs as he was nested in front of her belly. He could feel her uncomfortable warmth all over him. This was too much.

“What do you mean? I have work to do, mommy needs to produce money if she wants to support her little Jonathan.” She said.

“I… that´s not what I meant. What I mean is, why do I have to be inside your pants?” He was… located inside her pants. His torso, half of it, was outside, his arms were free, but seriously, why did he have to be stuck there?

“What? You don´t like it? This is how a mommy kangaroo carries her babies.” Lillian said, she was still looking at her computer, even if she turned down, her enormous breasts would not let her see him.

“Kangaroo? You´re not a kangaroo, just… isn´t there another way to do this?” he asked.

“Well… I don´t know, I do feel kind of comfortable this way, but if you want… I can place you under my shirt, and you´ll be lovely squished in the middle of my boobies… would you like that? Being pinned between mommy’s boobs?” her tone was tender, but the idea made him cringe.

“NO! Just… why can´t I be sitting somewhere else. I´ll stay in the room, just… let me out.” He said as he tried to pull himself out.

Jonathan was trying to release himself form the pants of hers that got him trapped. But it was impossible. Either Lillian´s clothes were incredibly strong or he was surprisingly weak. Whatever the reason was, he couldn’t move, not one bit.

Lillian noticed, and she didn´t like what he was doing. “Oh no! You´re not going to throw one of your little tantrums at me, no sir…” Her huge hand reached for him down there.

Before he could do a thing, Lillian pulled her pants, it was easy because they were yoga pants, she pulled them away from her and used her other hand to keep Jonathan in place. Right after, she simply sank him deeper, sinking his legs right over her huge thighs.

The feeling, so warm, so big, so soft. He tried to move, to kick, but it was useless. Before he could even try to escape, she had let her pants cover him. Now, the only thing that could be seen of him was his head. From the neck down, he was imprisoned in her pants. How humiliating.

“This will teach you better. Now, be good and wait there, I´m almost done… maybe in an hour.” This was hell.

The rest of things were the same. Even on the bath.

“What if I soap my boobies and give you a nice good bath, hmm? Like a massage, you´ll be nice and clean right after, would you like it? I promise I´ll be careful.” Things were simply getting out of control.

Jonathan needed to get out, at first, he thought she was lonely, but now, he had some second thoughts about how sane she was. These things, these ideas of hers, they should be kept just for her. He didn´t have a need, or wanted to know what she was thinking the whole time.

She was open to him, but it all meant ways to be closer to him, stick him in her. Push her soft, gigantic body to him. He didn´t like it. Space, he wanted some space.

Yes, she was kind, attentive, but this was too much. She wanted to be a mommy and she projected all those feelings to him, but she was suffocating. The bad thing is, there´s no chance for him to get out of this, not alone.

“My phone… where is it?” He thought as Lillian´s titanic nipple came closer.

“Open up, here comes my titty!” She cooed as she inserted her enormous nipple into his mouth.

His jaw was completely open, any more and she´ll dislocate it. But she was careful. She held his face right in place as she squeezed her nipple to pull some milk out. He couldn´t fully seal his lips around it, he needed some help.

Not always, sometimes her tit just shot her milk straight to his mouth. And at those times, the stream of milk was too fast for him to properly swallow.

Every now and then, he found himself soaked of the milk that fell out of his mouth. But Lillian didn´t mind.

“Aww, you made a mess, didn´t you? But that´s ok, I won´t punish you for that, I´ll go change you before you catch a cold. My milk´s warm, but it won´t stay warm forever.” She chuckled.

Jonathan had it hard, well not really. Yes, he was not capable of taking any decision on his own, or eat other thing that wasn´t milk. But she was looking after him, caring for him. But this had to stop, he couldn´t live like this forever.

Sometimes he wondered if this relationship they had, if it could be called in such way, would evolve. Will he be treated as an equal one day? Or live the rest of his days like this. Like a symbiote feeding on what the bigger organism provides?

In his case, the bigger organism was Lillian. In all of her thick, curvy flesh. And what she provided, it was pretty obvious, her milk. Her thick, creamy milk. Even after all this time, the taste of her milk hadn´t lost its sweetness. It was so rich, warm, nourishing. He could live only drinking from her tit, but he wouldn´t!

One day, Jonathan couldn´t take it anymore. He was frustrated. She was doing something on her computer, he couldn´t quite see what it was. She was just typing above him as she, once again, nested his whole body between her thighs. Why did he have to be inside her pants? She said this way he´d be warm, supposedly…

He was bored, tired, annoyed. He could feel the frustration as his heart beat harder, faster, enraging. Enough, this has been enough.

“I NEED TO TELL YOU SOEMTHING!” he shouted.

“Hmmm? What is it?” Came Lillian´s soft, maternal voice.

“I… I want my PHONE!” came his voice, now that he encouraged himself, he may as well go for it. “I´m tired of this, I… I need to do something while I´m sitting here, waiting for you to finish who knows what. I can´t be left here as someone who can wait for you at all times. You heard me?!” he wasn’t sure. He was looking up, but as always, he could only see the enormous underside of her tits.

Her huge, protruding breasts casting a shadow on him, keeping him in the dark, annoying space as always.

He really couldn´t see it, but her hands, they stopped typing. He could quite hear that, but he thought she was finally listening to his words. As soon as her hands left the keyboard, they clenched. Hard, strong, mad.

Lillian´s smile vanished and now, a frown came to her face. She took a deep breath. Jonathan could feel her belly inflating as he was pinned to the wall her pants were. What was happening? He had no idea.

“Jonathan,” Her sweet tone was gone, right now her voice was stern, “What have I told you?” she asked, hoping he´ll regret what he said and that they could pretend this didn´t happened.

Jonathan could perceive the seriousness on her tone, but he didn´t care. He was mad too. “Listen, I know what you said, but this isn´t ok. I need interaction with the outside world, you… you can´t keep me stuck here forever. I know the game we´re playing here, but this has gone WAY too far now.” Lillian listened to him, to his words, but as soon as he made a pause, she spoke. And she was not going to let him talk anymore.

“Game? A game? Sweetheart, THIS is no game. Games are that stupid shit you play online, games are the puzzles and board stuff sold to people. This, oh, this is no game. I can assure you.” She guided her hands to him, pulled him out of his pants in one go. She was too strong, she didn´t even needed to make the slightest effort to do so.

Jonathan rose, passed her pelvis, passed her tummy, passed her boobs. Now, he was looking at her. Her face was red, this may not have been the best idea. But he wouldn´t let her know he was scared. No way. He stood there, in her hands, looking at her without breaking eye contact.

“Let me tell you this. That phone, that stupid phone of yours. It is gone, you heard me? GONE! So, stop asking me about it.” His eyes opened widely, he knew she had it, but he ignored what she had done with it. She continued, looking down at him.

“And about that thing you said that there´s no way I can keep you here, baby, I can and I WILL. Have you seen yourself lately? You´re tiny! Not just compared to me, you´re diminutive. There´s just no way you can live a normal life on the outside world anymore. You need someone to look after you, and who will? Tell me, that girl Melissa? Ha, you think someone like her will ruin her life to look after a shrunken man like yourself? Of course not.” She was mean, a side of her that wasn´t so pleasant to see.

“She came here, when? A few weeks ago, she was asking for you, but after that, she didn´t came back. She hasn´t even been at your place after that. She´s gone, she already forgot you. And the rest of the people? You said it yourself, your friends live far away, and you have no family. I´m everything you have, the ONLY thing you have. So, be careful with what you say, ok? Because this is the last time I´ll explain you this, so make sure to listen properly.” Her face was lit, and everything she said just pissed her more. Much more when she mentioned Melissa´s name.

 Jonathan couldn´t believe it, Melissa had been here already? When? His heart sank when she spoke those words. There´s no way she had forgot him, right? She was helping him, both were looking for the cause of this size change, and he already knew it, the thing is, does she? He had no way to tell.

“Y-you´re… lying! She wouldn´t give up on me. I… I bet she´s still looking for me!” he claimed.

“Sweetheart, look around. The door on this house doesn´t even have a lock on. If I was her, I would´ve already made my way in and rip you off from whoever´s hands had you. But her, she´s just not that decided. Her goal, it isn´t you.” Her words sank on his chest like knives.

And she finished her sentence with: “Be sure that, I´m the only person you have.”

This couldn´t be, there´s no way. He couldn´t be trapped there. Not for real. There must be a way out.

Besides, how can he be so sure she´s telling the truth? What if Melissa has come everyday looking for him? What if she´s been there? What if she´s sleeping at HIS place, waiting for the day he comes back? He must have hope, he can´t give up, because if her gives hope up, then he has nothing.

Lillian could see the distress on his face, he had no more arguments, nothing to say. She wasn´t mean, or bad, but this sudden show of disrespect, it bothered her.

There´s a chance she forgets him easily, but right now, she must keep that stern look, that feeling of betrayal, of annoyance. She can be all hugs and kisses at all times, if she proved him she was soft, then he´ll get all over her. But if she proves him who´s in charge, then things will go the way she wants. Besides, he´s tiny, there´s no way he can compete with the 7´7” amazon.

But now that she looks at him with closer attention, does he look… smaller?

Lillian was worried the rest of the day, is he somehow smaller? She knows exactly the size he was when he first moved in, well… when they started living together. He was 1´6”, and that´s the height he should remain.

At her sheering size, 1´6” was the right size she wanted him to be. And that´s the size he should remain; however, things seemed to be going some other way.

“No, there´s just no way he´s shorter, 1’6” that´s… that´s the size he should be, the size he should remain. There´s no point on having him getting any smaller…” Lillian was worried.

Her milk was powerful, she knew that, but it was meant to shrink him until certain point, not shrink him forever. Otherwise, Jonathan will vanish by her breast milk.

She hated it, but she could already picture it, Jonathan diminishing away with each passing, and lactating, day. She was paranoid now, but there was only one way to be sure. She had to measure him.

She didn´t want to make him any worried, so she avoided talking about it. And since she was mad at him, she hid her worries behind a mask. A pissed aura remained on her during the whole day. While cooking, in the bath, while watching TV, even while she breastfed him at night, she made sure not to speak a word to him.

But when night came, she knew this was her chance. Jonathan was so full with milk that he fell asleep in a matter of minutes, but she stayed up. Watching him, monitoring him. She needed to make sure he was deeply asleep. Gone.

When she heard his low, soft snoring, she knew that was it. This was her opportunity to check.

She gave him the benefit of the doubt. She could still be growing. Maybe. There was no chance, but she would prefer to become an even more gigantic woman than having him diminishing away.

She went to the kitchen, silently. Well, as silent as a woman her size can. Each creak the floor made under her heavy weight just made her curse at the floor as it was ruining her plans. But Jonathan didn´t notice.

She went straight for the measuring tape and a pencil. Then, she leaned her back at the wall, stood as straight as she could and drew a line on the wall.

Lillian pulled the end of the tape and begged to be bigger. She wouldn´t mind having to buy new clothes, moving to a bigger place, being taller, heavier. Having bigger boobs, a bigger butt. She could take it, she would. This was better than having the poor guy disappearing from her view. From existence.

But that wasn´t the case, the tape said 7´7”, her same, new, height. She felt down, she was sad.

“No… no, no, no…” she whispered as she was about to break into tears. She wasn´t growing. Which wouldn´t make sense, she hadn´t drank from the milk since that day. But him, he had been drinking from her, several times a day. Latching on her as she fed him generously with her huge mammaries.

Now, it was Jonathan´s turn. This was the hard part. Hard to her at least. And also, harder than measuring herself, she had to make sure not to wake him up. That was the hard part.

Lillian scattered to her room, something she wasn´t used to do on her own house. She gently opened the door and went straight to the bed. She couldn´t really see so she took the decision to turn on the night´s table lamp.

She was worried that the click on the lamp, the sound, could wake him up. She made sure to turn it as slow and carefully as possible. And after that, a huge beam of light illuminated the whole room. The light was dim, at most, but it was enough to make him move, a little.

Lillian froze in the act; she didn’t even breathe. He couldn´t wake up, no way. To her surprise, he didn´t. He was far too asleep. She felt relieved. Now, it was time for the hard part.

Lillian uncovered his body, removing the covers from him. Could he feel the lack of warmth, feel the cover coming off? How deeply asleep was he? She was worried as she tried to be as sneakiest as possible, removing the cover really slow. Half an inch, no a quarter of inch per second.

After a couple minutes, she had succeeded, his body was uncovered. Now, time for step two, measure him.

She wouldn´t risk picking him up and get him standing on the wall. She wasn´t stupid, there´s no way to pretend “this is a dream” if he wakes up. No one falls for that.

The most logical thing to do was to measure him while he was laying in bed. With his legs stretched and his whole body straight. The thing is, he wasn´t like that. He was sideways with his knees bent.

Lillian had to be surgically careful now. She used her huge hand and grabbed both of his legs, little by little, she stretched them. This was very hard, when she was half way done, he moved and returned to the initial position. This was annoying, but she had to be careful not to wake him up, else, she´ll have a lot to explain.

For as mad as she was with him, she couldn´t risk freaking him out. The main reason why he stayed, according to her, was that she´ll keep him safe. How safe could he feel if she´s still shrinking him?

After a long moment, an hour, she had succeeded. He was laying on his back, looking up to the ceiling with his whole body stretched. Time to pull out the measuring tape.

She made sure not to make too much noise with the tape. Slowly, she placed it next to him. Inside her head, the words “Please be 1´6”, please be 1´6”…” went on and on, repeatedly as her hysterical self was taking control.

She placed the end of the tape on his feet and took it to his head. This took forever, she was taking her time, she really didn´t want to find out if her worries were true.

Maybe she was just paranoid. Perhaps, she was just realizing how small he was. Maybe her eyes were playing a trick on him. But she knew better, she was with him at all times, plus, her maternal instinct could tell when things were off.

When the tape was fully stretched, she read the measure.

“No…” came a whisper from her as her eyes went teary.

Lillian was overwhelmed. She turned off the lights, covered him back and laid next to him. She would not be able to sleep, she had too much to process now. 1´3”, Jonathan had lost three inches in the past few weeks.

“How could I be so blind?!” Thought Lillian as she was now punishing herself.

She should´ve checked, measured him to keep a track of his height. What if he was growing back? There was no chance, he was having too much milk. But the shrinking, she should´ve made sure it was over. And apparently, it wasn’t.

“But how… he was not supposed to get any smaller. The treatment was supposed to… that´s it, the treatment!” she needed help, he needed help. To her, he his wellbeing was above hers. He was first, and that was no lie.

Right now, it was 1:00 am, she couldn´t call the doctor. She´ll have to wait, wait until tomorrow morning. But she was not very patient. Much less when Jonathan´s life was in danger.

Now she knows how Melissa feels.

“I´m a terrible mommy!” She said as tears went down her cheeks. She was devastated.

Lillian had called the doctor, first hour in the morning, just to confirm she messed up. The treatment she enrolled herself in was meant to shrink a man all the way to 1´6”, and that´s it. However, it seems this is not the case. The reasons?

First of all, she was feeding Jonathan several times a day, and in all those times, he was full to the brim with milk. Second, it can be blamed on him, because of his height and skinny body. And last but not least, she may have gone with the treatment for a few weeks more than she should.

When she first started with this, she was told that this was an experimental and very, VERY delicate treatment. That she should follow the instructions they gave her, and nothing more. But it seemed so… slow to her.

According to the information she read, this treatment was intended to shrink a man from two to three inches per week, that´s if he was fed daily. But she wasn´t getting the chance to do a daily feeding. She lied by saying she was already in a relationship and that his husband wanted this. But it was all a lie.

Since the pace of it was so slow, Lillian decided to… adjust it. What if she adds some more to her doses? Not much, just one more pill, and not every day, just every other day. Plus, she went on with it for a few weeks more, just in case.

That´s how Lillian managed to get those striking results that brought Jonathan down in less than a month. Back then, she was proud of the decision she made, but now… she regrated them.

Yes, results were faster, stronger, better! But, was it really that way? As she now looks at it, at Jonathan; laying in bed, not the height he was supposed to stay. She can´t help t but to feel like a monster, a disappointment at least. It was her duty to care for him, and she failed in that, way before they met.

Now, she needs to solve it, and fast, before Jonathan keeps shrinking, and shrinking. So far, he hasn´t noticed, she´s just so big that it´s hard to tell. But if she doesn´t find a way, then it will be time for plan B, and she hated plan B.

The Doctors advice? Well, after pointing out that she should´ve followed the specified instructions, he explained some things. First, she must stop the excessive feeding. Maybe having him overindulge on her milk is what´s causing this. Second, she must, if she hasn´t already, stop with the treatment. Obviously, she´s already done that. Except that once a week, before Jonathan arrived, she drank one pill per week, just so that the effects didn´t washed away.

The third step, if neither of the previous ones have worked, she needs to get back to the clinic, have herself run some studies on and then they´ll give her a new treatment. Which possibly stops her lactation. She hates that one, that doesn´t sound… mommy-like.

However, those were the choices, she just has to start from the bottom. First, make sure not to have any more pills. Which was easy, she had already stopped with it. But the second one, she disliked it.

She wasn´t supposed to feed him more than once a day. ONCE! Right now, she´s getting her humongous tits drained by his mouth up to FIVE times a day. That´s several times more. But she´ll take it. However, she´s not so sure how her body´s going to take it.

She stood there, in bed, watching Jonathan cover himself with the sheets. It was a cool morning, and his body wasn´t prepared for the cold weather. She laid next to him, hugged him tightly and warm him up with her fleshy self. It was like a natural furnace, not hot, but warm. Welcoming, cozy.

Even this small show of affection, it made her breasts milk. She could feel herself about to drip if she didn´t move away. But she stayed.

“I guess I´ll have to go back to the pump in times like this…” she must.

After her usual morning greeting: “Wakey, wakey…” Jonathan was taken to the kitchen, wearing a thick, warm onesie.

And for as strange as it was, she fed him with something other than her milk. He had already found it so weird that he wasn´t already latching on this woman´s gigantic milkers before he woke up. Now, he was sitting on her lap as she fed him with solid food. Well, solid-ish, scrambled eggs, but they tasted so good.

He couldn´t even remember the last time he ate eggs. The consistency, the flavor, he hasn´t had any salt if over a month! It feels so good, so nice, so delicious.

The next step in this was the worse, only being close to him made her breasts so swollen. While he ate, she could feel her tits expanding, getting filled with milk. Thick, creamy milk that was intended to go straight to his mouth, but now, it´ll go straight to the pump and then to the sink.

If she could only feed him once, the way she wanted at least, then she´ll save it for later. She was sure that feeding him a healthy, milky breakfast will have her anxious the rest of the day.

Now, in order to prevent producing more and more milk, she has to be away from him, just for a while.

“Ok, here we are…” Spoke Lillian as she opened one of the houses doors.

This was new to him; this was a place on the house he´s never been into. The door´s always closed. Even if it wasn´t locked, which she just proved it has always been, he wouldn´t be able to reach for the doorknob. How demeaning, a man in his twenties that can´t even reach the knob.

She´s taken so much from him with this. First of all, his job. Well, his livelihood. He hasn´t been able to get near his computer, or any other electronical device. He would be antsy if it wasn´t for the fact that his mind´s too busy dealing with Lillian.

 Now, he wonders, what is this place? What´s inside this room? What is she taking away this time? So far, none of her surprises had been as good as she thought. Most felt like torture.

*click*

She turned on the lights in the room, and what was inside? As soon as the lights went on, he could tell that this room, this particular room on the house was a nursery.

“Oh no…” he thought as Lillian spoke.

“I know we haven´t been into this room before, sweetheart. But now, this is your new place to play around. Listen, I´ve been… a little distracted with you lately, and I haven´t had the time to focus on my real job.” Lie, she lied. She knew exactly how to manage her time.

He just listened to her words as she stood still on her arm. Just as every day, Lillian was holding him with a single arm, pinning him to the side of her soft tit. Her breast was much bigger than him, and several times heavier. It was intimidating even, a single bump of those giggling mounds and he´ll be thrown at the floor.

“Therefore, I´ll have to leave you here, just for a few hours a day. Ok?” She declared as he wondered why couldn´t she set a room with his computer, he could stay there for a few hours, no complaints.

But it wasn´t the case, apparently, he was sentenced to a colorful, boring room. There were a ton of stuffed animals there. And… is that a crib?

This has been the beginning of something worse for Jonathan. Although, he wouldn´t mind some privacy. Finally, for a few hours a day, he´ll be able to forget about Lillian… maybe.

In the meantime, someone who hasn´t forgotten about him, is making her way to her office. Melissa. Her thick legs giving long strides as her round butt wiggles behind her. Everyone´s staring, of course they are, but the back wasn’t much better than the front.

Whether you saw her coming or going, you´ll find yourself in delight of this woman´s features. Her butt´s juicy, but those breasts of hers. They´re like melons, no, much better than melons. Rounder, smoother, softer, and they bounce as she goes.

She´s certain she´s got a lot of people staring, and a lot of them are whispering things about her. Men and women. “Look at those tits!”, “She certainly had a job on them…”, “Why can´t mine look that way?!”, “She´s single, right?” Everyone gossiping about the towering 6´6” woman. She was by far the tallest woman on the office, and taller than most men.

So far, there´s only one man taller than her at the office, but not when she wears her three-inch heels. She´s come to like her new size. She feels more confident, and as everyone says, sexier!

She feels so confident. She´s tall, sexy and outstanding. But that´s not it. From time to time, as she works on her desk, she can´t help but to think on Jonathan and how she´s failing him.

She promised to think of a plan, but she just… can´t! Everything´s so complicated. She´s sure he´s at Lillian´s place, if now, where? But Melissa cannot get there without trespassing. If only, just for a moment, she had the chance to look around.

Somehow, be invited for tea, coffee, whatever, and had a chance to be left alone. The house big, but it is no mansion, there´s not enough rooms for it to take her long. But she´s worried.

What if Jonathan´s shorter? A foot tall? Half a foot? What if he´s just a few inches tall? Or even a fraction! If she thinks too hard on it, she´ll get all stressed out. She cannot punish herself like that.

All these worries are making her eat, a LOT! But, lucky her, she´s got a bigger body that allows her to eat more, plus, her metabolism´s a monster. She hasn´t even had time to work out and just look at her, she´s hotter than women who spend the whole day at the gym. She checked herself, she was 310 pounds.

But not any type of pounds, every single pound built the incredible hottie she was. An amazon, of a thick, yet slim, built. She was hot, her butt trembled, but not because it was fat, but because of it´s size. Her tits were massive, but made up with lean-flesh. No inch of her had cellulite, or stretch marks, not even freckles.

Melissa was a completely new woman. A prime version of herself. And everyone had already noticed. What excuse did she made? Late spurt, and that was enough for anyone. However, with skeptic people, she had to be a bit more assertive.

How? Depends on her mood. Sometimes she made it seem as if she felt offended, “What? DO you think I´M lying?!”, and some other times, she just used her grown assets to make them forget and point their attention somewhere else, “What? Don´t you think I´m natural?” she said as she pressed her massive tits together with her arms, without breaking eye contact. It really depended more on who she was talking to.

But even if she´s succeeded in this, even if her mold´s different, inside, she´s still worried. Where´s Jonathan? He can´t be gone, right?

She was sitting at her desk as her hand played with a pen, her fingers moving the pen fast, repetitively, she was a little anxious. She knew it, it was guilt.

If she couldn´t help Jonathan, if she found out he was gone forever and she did nothing to avoid it. She´ll regret it, her whole life. She can´t carry so much guilt. This was a human being she´s talking about. And there´s another thing, why didn´t she reported he was missing?

The truth is, who´d believe it? In order to find him, she needs a description of him, how will you tell he was once 5´9” and that he´s currently under two-feet tall? Possibly less? They´ll think this is some sort of prank.

She could tell she´s done some growing. That she was 5´6” and now she´s a 6´6” amazon. She had witnesses, photos, she was a living proof. Still, her growth was not as astonishing as his shrinking. It will really be hard to believe he´s so tiny.

She knew it, she was alone in this. She needed a plan. A real one. She stopped working and decided to assign some time to it. To the “Save Jonathan” plan.

“She´s… she´s not so big, I… I´m stronger now, I could definitely, well probably, bring her down if I need.” Best case scenario, she finds him, worst case scenario, she Lillian beats her up and calls the cops. There´s a fifty-percent chance he´s there, and a fifty-percent chance she´ll be trying to force her way into the house of a single woman. She really needs a plan.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was alone in this nursery. He would be freaking out if he didn´t already knew her true intentions. By now, he didn´t really cared about the place, of the playpen there, or the crib, or all of the toys around. He needed a way out.

“Ok… how?” There wasn´t much with what to work there. There was a door and a window, that´s it.

He knew that using the window, on the second floor of the house, as a way out was nearly impossible. That wasn´t an option. Now, the door. It wasn´t locked, he could easily open it, if he can reach. He´s sure he´s still strong enough to turn the knob, before he only needed a hand, but first things first, reaching.

The place was nearly empty, speaking about things to climb. Nothing, no chairs, no boxes, nothing!

He felt so frustrated, he wasn´t strong enough to carry the heavy furniture close to the door, he needed light stuff he could move. But what? A pile of stuffed animals? A pile of toys? Any of those can be piled.

“Think, Jonathan, THINK!”

While he was busy with his escape, Lillian was busy with her regular stuff.

She was working, but she didn´t liked it. She was missing something, Jonathan. She was already used to being with him all day, of him not leaving her side, not even for a second. Feeling his body pinned to hers, knowing she can turn down at any time and find him there. So cute.

But this is all for his own good, for both. She needs to get “detoxicated” before they can go back to “normal”, she can´t risk any of her still shrinking milk close to him.

“Poor thing, he´ll miss mommy´s milk…” this was a sacrifice, at least it felt like such. TO be honest, he didn´t really cared. He found it hard to take in so much milk, it even hurt a little, well much. His shrinking wasn´t over, now that she comes to think about it. He´s constantly drinking more and more milk.

Deep down, she believed he was taking it because he loved her, but she knew this wasn´t good.

Either, Lillian or Melissa, they couldn´t focus on their jobs. It was annoying, they were annoyed. And all because of Jonathan. He hadn´t done anything wrong -nothing Lillian´s aware of- but they´re both concerned, he has both women worried.

The difference, besides the fact that Lillian worked from home and was able to check on him whenever she wanted, Melissa´s looking for a way to save him and Lillian´s looking for a way not to put him in danger. Both are looking for his wellness.

However, Lillian´s tits are a time bomb. Literally.

“Oh, shoot! I´m leaking…” she said as she could feel her top stained, with milk.

Even thinking on him made her tits lactate. Her nipples were hard and dripping. Her pointy, hard nipples were poking evidently through her top; with huge, round stains around. She had to do something, but instead of having Jonathan fix it, she´ll have to fix it, in the old, annoying way.

Lillian made her way straight to her room, and on her way there, she passed by the nursery, she wondered, would it be a good idea to feed him now? She needed it, and she was already there. Plus, he´s been alone there for nearly an hour, he must miss her. Right?

“Mmmm… NO. I´ll, save it for later.” She needed a really strong will not to open the door and place her huge nipple in his mouth. She decided it´ll be better to wait until the very night to do so, that way, she´ll be looking forward to it and not hating the fact that she already did it.

And why does she need to keep feeding him instead of simply abstaining? She´s sure he´ll miss her titties. Their feeding sessions are so warm, tender, lovely, she can´t deprive him from it.

She went straight to her room. Without second thoughts.

And just as she made her way to her room and was thinking on Jonatan, he was thinking on her. But not because of nostalgia, like her, he literally heard her. Jonathan was looking around for something to use when he heard the unmistakable sound of Lillian´s heavy steps.

Loud steps coming closer, rumbling in his ears, inside him. His heart stopped for a second, he hasn´t done anything, at least nothing she can see, yet, he knows she won´t like it. Not at all.

When he saw her shadow moving from under the door, he knew she was close. As her shadow grew larger, he freaked out. He could already feel her huge hands reaching for him as she effortlessly lifted him in the air. What would it be now? Tit? Pants insertion? Sink him in between her ginormous breasts?

But then, her shadow left, after standing there for long seconds, she simply moved away. He felt so relieved.

He could still listen to her, walking on the nearby room, what was she doing? She was looking for something, he could tell. But what?

He was confused, was it something related to him? What if it was his phone? What if she was looking for his phone in order to destroy it. It would make sense. She locked him there to have some time alone and get rid of his phone. Finally taking his last hope away from him.

But it wasn´t like that. Lillian had finally taken hold of her breast pump, and just as she uncovered her huge, swollen tits, with blue veins all over her full roundness, she knew this won´t feel nearly as good as human touch. But she was doing it for Jonathan´s sake.

She inserted her engorged nipple inside the pump´s mouth and began pumping, milk literally streamed out with the first pump. How´s the rule? A liquid goes from a container with more pressure to one with the least? Always looking for the easiest way out.

Right now, the container was Lillian´s huge, inflated breasts. Looking for an excuse to burst all of that milk out. She knew this was a waste of good milk. But what could she do? Donate it?

It wouldn´t be such a bad idea, a serum that makes woman bigger, stronger. Or, used to give every woman their own Jonathan. However, who would buy her breast milk?

Later, much later, Jonathan had finally found a way out. Well, something to climb on. He couldn´t carry anything to boost him up, however, what about folded sheets? Folded covers? He could pile them up, in some sort of pyramid shape to give him more stability.

It took him more than he´ll admit to think of it, but at least he came up with something. Put the bigger covers down, and gradually put the smaller ones up. He didn´t needed much, with a foot of sheets would be fine.

He was lucky enough to find a bunch on a closet. Inside, he found more than just covers and sheets, but he didn´t want to focus on it. Nothing meant anything pleasant in the days to come.

It took him quite a while, and a lot of sheets, but he finally had it done. He put a foot on it, it wasn´t firm, in fact, it was kind of hard to keep balance over it. He was walking over folded sheets; it was at least five times harder than walking over a mattress. But he managed.

He didn´t weighted much now, he wouldn´t make them sink too much, and to his surprise, they were all piled at the right height.

The next step was, turning the knob. But just as he reached for it, barely reaching, he noticed something. The door, it opens inwards. And he´s blocking it´s way.

“SHIT! How… how did I miss that?” his plan was ruined, however, there may be another way.

Maybe, if he turns the knob and pulls the door enough for the bolt to leave it´s place, then he could get down, toss the pile of sheets aside and set himself free.

“YES! That´s it!” he had a new plan.

Everything was much better now. Hope, he had hope once more. He turned the knob, grabbing it with both hands. At first, he struggled, but then, it became easier, he put some strength into it and his minuscule hands managed to get a nice grip on the enormous knob, it was turning, finally, but, maybe too easy.

The knob began to turn faster than he was intending, which means, he´s not turning it anymore. It must be someone else, from the outside.

Jonathan let go of the knob. There´s only one person who´d be there. Behind that door, Lillian must be trying to come in.

All of that hope he had was washed away, now fear was overcoming him. What will she do? Anyone could tell he was piling up sheets to make a stair, to reach for the knob and set himself free. He was in some big trouble.

He jumped back, landing on the floor as he waited for Lillian to come in. Maybe she won´t see the sheets. The door opens inwards, which means, she´ll be pushing those sheets away.

However, if she sees them, then this will ruin his plans. And if she finds out what he was using them for, then she will ruin HIM.

“Hellooooo…” Came Lillian´s voice, echoing inside the room.

Jonathan couldn’t get so far, he was still standing in front of the door, maybe two feet away from it, at most.

He was worried, how will she react? Nicely? Madly?

She came in, immediately spotting him standing there. He smiled, but in a way that he felt his face was saying something was wrong. As soon as she pushed the door, she noticed something was off. Was there something behind it?

He swallowed as she turned, and right behind the door, there were some sheets, a pile of them.

Lillian wasn´t sure what they were for. But she had an idea.

“Jonathan, baby, are those sheets…” he cut her off. He thought she had found out already. Maybe she had a camera there and was checking him out at all times!

But she didn´t, nonetheless, he was already kind of begging.

“I… I wasn´t. They´re just…” what could he say? Immediately admit he wasn´t trying to escape? Not such a good idea. He should´ve let her talk first.

“Aww, honey, if you wanted to take a nap, you should´ve told me. There´s no need for you to pile sheets on the floor as if they were a little bed. Although, it looks more like a nest to me, hehe. Oh, maybe momma hen can put his little chick on his nest, yes she can…” with that said, she bent over and reached for him.

Jonathan could never understand how could a woman of her size move so gracefully. She easily bent, making her gargantuan tits fall and tremble, as her whole body motioned to get him. He knew moving was of no avail. She completely missed what he was doing, he may as well call that plan ruined.

She gently placed her hands under his armpits and picked him up. He weighted nothing to her, but to him, it was like being picked up by a machine. A crane that will soon pick him up to unreachable heights.

Watching Lillian was a show. Not a pleasant one to him, though. But at his size, he perceived the 7´7” amazon as a giantess.

Her legs were like tall trees, or columns. Long, fleshy legs, a single one of this thick woman´s calves were wider than his narrow shoulders. And her feet were nearly as long as he was tall! She was a colossus. A tall, heft, colossus of a woman.

“There we go, back in mommy´s arms.” He was now pinned between her arm and her titanic breasts. Each tit was bigger and much heavier than he was. Yet, they were softer than the sheets where he was trying to, according to her, sleep.

She gave two or three steps into the crib. Her tits bounced and quacked as she walked. He could feel even the slightest movement of this woman. Her flesh giggled in nearly all of her body.

Holding him again felt so good. So nice. But she knew she couldn´t stay with him for much longer. Within a couple minutes, her tits will start to produce milk. Being closer to him only made her lactate even more.

Right now, she was “empty”, but it would be only a matter of time before her tits refill themselves, and the closer she´s to him, the faster they will.

“Okey, let´s put you here for a while. Time for you to take a nap while mommy works…” she cooed at him as she placed him down on the crib.

Her enormous tits resting on the border of the crib, making it look like a toy compared to her amazonic glory. She could literally break it if she bends down a little further.

To him, this was humiliating. He knew there was a crib there, but he wouldn´t have guessed she´ll put him there this soon. At least she didn´t find out he was trying to use the sheets on the floor as a way to escape.

“Now, mommy will be back in a while. Why don´t you just close your eyes, sleep while mommy´s gone, that way time will go on faster.” She declared, wishing that she could be the one who´s time will go faster. She knew that she needed to leave, walk away from the room, from him.

She wanted to feed him, it should be around time, right? But she knew this could only cause him more harm. To shrink him beyond the limit, she had already crossed that limit, now she was only waiting for things to settle, for his height to remain.

“Ok, bye, bye, sweetheart, I´ll be back before you notice…” he really didn´t care, now he had to get off the crib and then find a way out.

But even if he doesn´t care, he can tell there´s something going on with her. Her smile, it´s not all bright and warm, there´s something behind it. She´s hiding something.

She felt some anxiety the second she stepped out of the room.

“NO, Lillian, hold yourself, woman. You cannot be there, not now… ugh, I should´ve opted for something else. Maybe a shrinking ray would´ve been better… but is there any out there?” Her only hope, now, was that her tits will stop making shrinking milk.

She hates it that this plan of hers, the one that seemed to be working so good, had turned so bad.

Her only hope now is to wait. Wait for her breasts to stop producing that specific milk that keeps shrinking Jonathan. Or she could wait for his body to assimilate, adapt, or evolve in order for the milk not to take further effect on him.

But that needed time, and she was not a patient woman.

“Fuck…” Thought Jonathan on his new prison. Well, his new cage, located inside his prison.

He was not only trapped on the room, now, he was confined to a crib. He couldn´t walk around the room as he pleased, couldn´t check for any other way out. He was stuck in that tiny place, well, the crib seems spacious to him. But that just makes things more annoying.

He needed a new plan. First, he had to get out of the crib, and then he´ll start looking for a way out. Maybe use the sheets again, Lillian forgot to pick them up; she seemed kind of in a hurry to him. But he doesn´t really care. He wants to set himself free.

He stood for a moment, wondering how tall those bars were. In reality, they were around two-feet-tall, but to him, they seemed to be over eight feet tall. Maybe around 8´6”.

Jonathan was wondering. Could he climb up? At first, he questioned if he had enough strength on his upper body to pull himself up. Probably he could, with some extra encouragement, some good motivation, and a rush of adrenaline. He could get it.

But he soon found out it was too hard. He tried to jump to reach for the border, but he just couldn´t reach. He tired, and tried, and tried. He found himself exhausted in the what? Fiftieth attempt?

He gave up. Jonathan was covered in sweat, his legs hurt. And he was certain they will hurt more in the morning. He just laid back, defeated. Taking some air in, recovering. He laid there for a moment. Quiet, thoughtful.

“Stupid crib… stupid door… stupid… Lillian.” He hated the fact that this enormous woman had put him on this cage. And the worst part was that this was no regular prison. It was regular, but not prison-like.

He was trapped in a regular crib, located inside a random room which´s door he couldn´t even open. The size of things was a problem to him. Their height, the extra effort it all needed from him. He was not only smaller, but weaker too.

He closed his eyes, wondering if it would be ok to cry now. He was not only humiliated, but defeated. Lillian had just showed him he was not capable of leaving a room without someone´s help. He couldn´t open a door, a DOOR. He couldn´t turn, not even reach for the knob.

“Maybe she´s right… maybe I´m no longer functional on the real world…” he spoke, with pain, as he turned and just laid there in a fetal position.

He closed his eyes. He may as well take some rest. Sleep, set his mind away from this. Maybe he´ll have a dream where things haven´t changed. Where he believes this was all a bad dream. All made up by his imagination. Maybe…

Lillian couldn´t take it. She couldn´t focus on anything that wasn´t Jonathan. Every five minutes, she was about to leave the room and go straight to him.

Embrace him in her love and simply let herself go. Insert her thick, wet nipple on his mouth and feed him. Let him drink all of her thick, nourishing milk.

But she knew this would be a bad idea. Her plan was to feed him no more than once a day. She needed to take action, NOW. No matter if it was a drastic change. It was all for his sake, for the sake of both. She couldn´t just shrink him into nothing and start over.

But this was too drastic. She couldn´t focus on anything. Nothing had all of her attention. Every minute, she found herself wondering how Jonathan was. If he missed her. If she was a bad mommy got leaving him there, alone.

She felt guilty, dumb, mean. She had to do something that could keep her distracted and that it didn´t needed much, or any, of her attention. A coping mechanism that could allow her to go through all this. And she found just the right thing. Eating.

Lillian ran straight to the kitchen. Her 7´7”, nearly 500-pound frame sprinted. Her thighs rubbing each other as she made her way. Her tremendously round ass bouncing as she moved. The unbelievable bouncing on her tits. All of her curves were in motion as she desperately seek for some distraction.

She opened one of the kitchens cabinets and grabbed a box of cookies. Large size, but she was a large woman, so it was fine.

As she grabbed a cookie and munch it, she could really let go of the painful thoughts of Jonathan waiting for her in despair. As she tasted the sweet, creamy, sugar on the cookie, all of her worries were washed away. While she ate, it was only her and her cookies, one after the other, peace.

But that soon ended. Before she noticed, the box was empty. She placed the box´s aperture on her mouth and dropped the crumbles in. But she was worried. She needed more, more food to silence her guilty thoughts.

She went for a can of peanuts. One by one, she finished them all, just like with the cookies. She needed to slow down; she knew it.

Next, a bag of ships. She couldn´t help it, she was stress-eating. She went from sweet to salty, then back to sweet. She was trying to relieve her pain by indulging. But there´s two things she didn´t quite took in consideration.

Number one, she´s a very big lady that can eat quite a lot quite fast. And number two, there´s not enough snacks.

Her eating frenzy was over before she could tell. What was the problem? She wasn´t sure, at first.

She laid on the floor, surrounded by empty bags, boxes and bottles of junk food. But not only junk food, there were some dry fruit packages, cans of preserved fruits, pickles. She went through everything.

You could tell she overdid herself because of her bulging belly. How much did she eat? Well, there´s at least six bags of ships, three cans of peanuts, over a dozen cans of fruit… and so on. Thirty pounds could be close to a guess, but she may prove anyone wrong.

Her belly had outgrown her top, you could see the stretch flesh on her bloated tummy. Certainly pudgy. Her belly button was close to popping out. She made a pig of herself.

But all that food, all that chewing and swallowing, it did nothing but to postpone the inevitable. As soon as she burped, not necessarily related, Jonathan came to her mind.

“OH MY. What if he´s hungry?!?!?!?” He hadn´t eat in almost the whole day.

She couldn´t let him go a full day, starving. She stood up, but her full belly made her movements slower. She felt like a sloth. Like a bloated cow. How could this all go so wrong? Wasn´t she supposed to have just one or two bags of ships? She ate everything. Specifically, the items with high fat, sugar and salt.

Her belly bounced as she made her way upstairs. Not as much as her boobs, but close. Now that she´s moving, and not just sitting there throwing food on her mouth, she feels nauseous.

Too much sugar, combined with too much salt. Her tongue doesn´t feel good. Maybe she could use a salad, or some anti-acids. Something healthy to counter-act the excess of sweet and salty she just had. Probably her tongue´s a little numb now.

But that doesn´t matter. Jonathan´s her number one priority.

She almost slammed open the door. What if he had been calling for her all this time? What if he was starving? What if he was DEATH!?

The truth is, as a man who´s on his twenties. Who had thrived from nothing to making a living out of playing videogames. He was used to long hours without having any food. And today was not the case.

He was sleeping tightly on the crib. Something that, for as much as he hates to admit, is quite comfortable. A cover would make this better, but he couldn´t really complaint.

Something that did took him by surprise, were Lillian´s big hands picking him up and interrupting his sleep. He had no idea how long has it been, but he´s about to know it´s been WAY too long for her.

“Don´t worry, mommy will feed you… ok?” Lillian´s face showed a smile, one that could clearly reveal her discomfort and desperation. Was she in pain?

Jonathan couldn´t speak a word before she sat. She didn´t even went for a chair, she just let herself and on the floor. The fall almost made her boobs burst out of her top. They were bouncing like jelly, up and down, up and down. In a teasing way. But her face will not let Jonathan focus on anything else.

She couldn’t even focus on anything else. She immediately pulled her left tit out of her top and guided Jonathan straight to it.

Even with all the tension, all the stress, the rush. Even after pumping herself, Lillian´s tits were full. Always ready to feed.

It took her quite a while, he had no idea why, but he had his lips around Lillian´s huge, milking tit. Her enormous nipple barely fit inside Jonathan´s mouth.

In the meantime, she kind of rocked him. Maybe trying to comfort him? It was hard to tell, she seemed so tense. As if she had left something on the stove and burned up all the house.

Even so, with all that´s happened through this LONG day. She had the hopes that he´ll be back on her arms. Sucking from her big tit. And he was.

“Everything´s alright, Lillian, he´s here, in your arms as always. You don´t have to worry about him shrinking, if you keep like this, maybe… maybe this will stop. Maybe he won´t keep getting smaller…” she was trying to convince herself that this was soon to end. But maybe it wasn´t.

She couldn´t really expect for something like this to change in just one day. She knows this is not something easy to fix. This is day one of who knows how many before this all stabilizes. It took her months for her tits to milk, and more to find the right person.

Now, she needs to be patient.

This had gone over and over. Everyday, Lillian will wake up knowing she cannot breastfeed Jonathan first thing in the morning. He has to eat, but not straight from her tit.

She cooks him breakfast, something small, soft, and chewable for him. She knows he´s a man who got shrunken. He has teeth, molars. But she just won´t see it this way. He´s small, so he needs small, soft food. Not just to cut his food into small pieces.

He doesn´t really love the meals, but at least they´re solid, more than milk.

Lunchtime was the time when she decided it was time to feed him something more… milky.

They spend a long time sitting on the couch. Quietly, as he drank up all of her milk. She caressed him, smiled at him. He was her everything. And at this time, at this very moment of the day. She had some time to spend with him.

She would´ve loved it if this could be at all times. During the whole day. But she cannot risk it. She wasn´t sure if the shrinking had stopped yet. She needed to be certain, and for that, she needed to take extreme precautions. To be careful with what she does to him.

During dinner, she will feed him regular food. And she´ll eat with him. She hates it that their routine where he followed her, actually she carried him, everywhere was gone. She had to set him away for a few hours a day. Just enough so that her titties didn´t lactate that much.

This may hurt her more than it hurts him. But there´s just no other way.

Nonetheless, she found out some other things she can do while he´s “away”. Overeating will only make her fat. She had just updated her whole wardrobe, twice. There´s no need for a third time.

She had a solution, working out. She could stay fit as she got herself busy with some exercise. It was a win-win situation. She could take care of her figure while her mind was busy counting the reps or the time.

The best solution she could come up with. The main problem was, well were, her tits. She found her nipples leaking through her top in the middle of her planned routine.

She needed to pump the milk out. Immediately. She wouldn´t want to slip over her own milk. She´s fully aware that it can happen.

But this all lead to the second method she found to set her mind away. Something involving her, the pump, and some other thing.

Breast pumping was kind of uncomfortable, but now that she reduced her breastfeeding cessions to one per day. She rapidly found out that her nipples were becoming more sensitive.

Getting unused to the touch, whether it was some lips or the machine´s mouth. Using the pump made her feel some tingles, tingles all up her spine. And she rapidly found another way to use this pump, and relieve some stress.

She removed her pants, then her tongue. And with the pump still on her tit, she began to finger herself with her other hand. Sinking her long, thick fingers on her wet pussy.

She was liking it. This time of intimacy, of pleasure. Of arousal! Turns out, this pump has more than one use, or at least more than one purpose.

She toyed with her pussy, rubbed her vagina. All in order to get some distraction, a distraction that will give her some great, well-deserved pleasure. She earned it.

Once, or even twice a day, she went to her room, took of her clothes and just masturbated. Her hand sinking between her sturdy thighs, looking for her swollen pussy and giving herself some satisfaction.

She never thought that this would happen, at least not again. But in the end, there´s only some things she can do to keep herself busy. And getting to an orgasm, that can take her quite some time.

Lillian is having a really hard time today. Actually, she does every day.

Reducing the breastfeeding sessions with Jonathan only has one effect on her. Worries. She´s constantly wondering if this is making him feel bad.

He doesn´t seem like it, but maybe he´s just being nice and not speaking his real truth. Maybe he feels left aside because she´s no longer with him all day long. She misses those days too.

Right now, he´s with her, not counting the time when they sleep, for about three to four hours a day. This is killing her.

“My poor little thing, he must feel left aside…” she thought as her eyes went teary.

Lillian was standing in front of the sink, one that was barely reaching her crotch. She was too big for a lot of things around the house. Her feet even hang from her bed. But that´s easily fixed.

What´s not easily fixed is the relationship she´s now making with Jonathan. He´s away from her. She cannot make a strong, lovely bond if she has to cast him away for long periods of time.

But this is all for his own good.

She´s trying to avoid his shrinking. Lillian doesn´t want Jonathan to shrink any more. He´s perfect the size he is. Yes, she planned things to be like this, keep him at 1´6” for her 6´6” self. But things had changed.

Now, he´s a 1´3” man living under the care of a 7´7” amazon. This isn´t perfect, but it´s still working. However, if he keeps shrinking, then this won´t work that well.

Lillian doesn´t want Jonathan to get any smaller. She´s already afraid of hurting him with her larger body. She´s way too strong for a fella like him. She has to be careful.

“Ok, Lillian, just hold it for a bit longer, maybe… maybe he´s not shrinking anymore!” she thought. It´s been a week since she last measured him, long enough to check on his height again.

She was excited, her gloomy thoughts were washed away with the hopes that he´ll remain 1´3”. She had been feeding him only twice a day. If he´s still the same size, then she can get to three times a day, and if things keep the way she thinks, he´ll be feeding from her tit just as much as he first did.

She can barely hold it. Lillian already feels the milk churning inside her enormous breasts. She´s ready!

Jonathan has been stuck in the same crib, on the same room, for hours! To him, it feels like days. But the light coming in from the window tells him it´s only been a few hours.

The sun is still up, and the shadow of the furniture inside the room has only moved a little. If he had any idea of how to define time judging by the sun´s position, he could get a more precise estimate. But he is no cowboy or scout. He can only tell some time has passed, how much? Who knows.

“I need to get out… she´s been leaving me here, alone, for weeks. She doesn´t know, but she´s giving me the perfect chance to escape.” He´s desperate.

Being left alone for so long, during so many days, he feels as if he had wasted more than enough chances to break free.

If he had more freedom, and a spoon, he could´ve already dug himself a tunnel on one of the walls to escape. Like on those prison movies. But he hadn´t done a thing.

He´s trying to build a plan inside his mind. So far, he´s failed. But he had not lost any hope.

However, he can listen to some stumps approaching.

“Here she comes…” thought Jonathan as he heard the unmistakable sound of Lillian´s heavy footsteps.

Like every other evening, she´s come to feed him. And then put him to sleep. But she won´t succeed now. Yes, he has no word, or way to avoid her breastfeeding. But she won´t put him to sleep like those other days.

He´s a man. A man with an iron will. She won´t break him, not today!

The steps keep approaching, louder, deeper. The echoes on the walls are more constant, heavier. She´s definitely about to appear. To cross that same door.

He turned at the door, grabbing the bars of the crib. Looking at the bottom of the door. There, Lillian´s big shadow obscured the whole space between the door and the floor. Her enormous presence was about to make it through the door. Once more, to force him to do something he didn´t want.

But, he doesn´t? It´s been over a month since he´s under her care. He can´t deny her milk is quite tasty. He can´t say he´s looking forward to her feeding sessions, but he´s not resisting. In fact, he´s hungry, and he could use some milk.

“Jonathan, baby, I´m back!” Cooed Lillian as she opened the door and her enormous body made it through.

We can´t say she´s as big as she used to be. Yes, she´s exactly the same height. But she´s managed to lose a few pounds over the last few days.

During the last week, she´s been active. Much more than before.

Lillian has returned to her work out habits. She can´t leave the house to go for a jog, since Jonathan may need her. But she does have a few other ways to work out.

Some “little” 25-pound weights she uses; they don´t weight a thing to her. A jumping rope, that when she uses she makes the whole room quake. Some bands and other things a woman her age would use.

She´s not looking forward to getting ripped, or becoming a female body builder. She just wanted to keep an active life. And even if some of her “small” weights are heavy, to a woman of her size and strength, they are just like those five-pound weights meant to make you sweat and not swell.

Must of the stuff she uses is designed to be heavy-duty for beginners and even middle-level people. But for an amazon like her, they are nothing. And she´s not a huge muscular amazon, she´s more like a hefty, mom-bod woman.

Nonetheless, this mommy has been working out. Her waist is quite more defined. Making her wide hips look much wider, and making her breasts look impossibly big. She´s shaping up into a hourglass shaped milf.

She´s still fleshy, plus, well super plus, sized. But proportionally, she´s got a thin waist. Even if you can fit two, or three very slim, women´s waist in hers. But who can blame her? She´s HUGE! She can weight and look the way she wants. In the end, no one will be able to turn their eyes away from this woman´s healthy body.

Plus, she´s been burning some extra calories with all of the “cardio” she´s been doing. She may have quit jogging, but her pumping sessions, the ones that come with something extra, those are helping too.

She finds herself covered in sweat, and milk, by the time she finishes pumping all of the extra milk out of her. But this is one of the only ways she´s found not to be so tense.

If she has to calm her urges by using masturbation, then so be it. She drains her heavy, milking tits at the same time she pleases herself. This can´t be that bad, right? It´s like, killing two birds with a stone.

She´s releasing the pressure of her tits, and as her nipples are stimulated by the pump, she can also toy a bit with her pussy. Always with a happy ending.

“Did you miss me, honey? Was mommy gone for too long?” she spoke as she slowly made her way in.

Her enormous, round breasts jiggled uncontrollably on her XXXXXL sports bra. Boob flesh distending to the sides of the tight pink bra. And the deep line of cleavage up front, the one that was not really supposed to be there, it was so deep, so fleshy. Her breasts quaked like jelly.

Lillian couldn´t wear anything that didn´t made her look as the extra large amazon she was. Filling every single one of her clothes in the sexiest of ways.

Her body was thick, fleshy, firm. She was a goddess amongst men.

Jonathan had no other choice.

“Yes… mommy. I missed you.” He gave up, he had to play her game in order for her not to suspect on his plans to escape. Plus, it would be better if he´s friends with the giant captor. Just for now.

“Awww… mommy missed you too, sweetheart. Are you hungry?” Lillian´s tender voice said as she began to pull one of her tits out of her top.

What were those bra´s made of? The fabric was impossibly elastic. Well, if it can fit her, then it must be like 100-percent spandex. He´s sure he can use her gigantic bra as a tent, or like a hammock. For sure.

Lillian walked the room with a kind look on her face. Warm, sweet, tender. Smiling at him as the only thing he could do was fake a smile.

He didn´t quite liked this yet. To him,  Lillian was not the mommy she wanted him to see in her, and she was no longer the tall, hot neighbor he peeked at. Now, Lillian was the inevitable. A force, much stronger than him. She was like a goddess now.

Jonathan stood there for a second, watching her engorged nipple move as her enormous breast bounced. Her tits were dripping, just like they always did at this time.

The room felt empty for a moment. He couldn´t perceive the walls, see the door, look at the floor. For now, the only thing he could see was Lillian. The giantess approaching, her tit dripping. More milk. Milk that caused him this.

Milk that shrunk him down to what he is. That took away all of his life. Now, he´s just Lillian´s baby. Or that´s what she wants.

“Come on…” cooed Lillian as she grabbed him from under his arms and picked him up.

Jonathan could smell the thick, creamy fragrance of her milk. Was there a pitch of vanilla there? He was used to this, but at the same time, he wasn´t.

Lillian´s strong, long arms were now his bed. An arm long and strong enough to cradle him while he fed. And in front of him, there was Lillian´s tremendous tit.

Her soft, swollen boob-flesh. The blue veins all over her skin. The big areola around an impressive nipple. Thick, hard, milky. He was used to being carried, but he could never get used to the milk.

Even if he wanted to fight back, this milk had some sort of spell on him. Once he started latching, he won´t be able to stop. Just like the very beginning, when he shoved down all those gallons of milk. But now, the milk was not on a plastic container from the store. It came straight from the source.

Straight from Lillian´s big, soft, jiggly breasts. They were like giant mountains that trembled. Planets of flesh filled with milk in the core. Alluring.

“Ok, now, time for your meal. Say, ah…” Lillian was nice, she cared for him. She fed him, dressed him, bathe him. And now it seems she´s giving him some privacy. The only problem is that she keeps coming back to fill him to the brim with her milk.

He can´t deny he likes the taste. But the feeling of fullness. Having his stomach more and more bloated after each session. He didn´t quite like that part.

Also, he could already feel the effects of indulging in so much milk. His whole body felt softer. He was sure he weighted a fraction of what he once did. But he can feel his arms have been getting a bit softer. And so has his torso.

His whole body felt soft. Was it due to the lack of exercise? Lillian had him sitting on that crib for hours. Plus, could he be gaining weight? Even if his meals are all milk, that still has some fat, protein, nutrients. In the end, it´s meant to make someone grow big and healthy.

He knows he ain´t fat. He´s just… unathletic.

Jonathan had Lillian´s nipple in his mouth. Again. He can´t get rid of the feeling, her big, squishy nipple inside his mouth. It was like having a huge, soft, silicone tube on his mouth. Filling up all of the space his lips could give. And just like a hose, a stream came out of it. A milky one.

Little by little, swallow after swallow, he emptied Lillian´s first breast. He was so full already, and he knows what comes next. Her other tit.

He tried to protest, to explain her he was about to pop. But she never seemed to listen.

Maybe she thought he wanted her to beg him, to play a little game, make it a little hard for her. In the end, she always persuades him to go for the other tit.

He knew there was no point on arguing anymore. She made up her mind. The giant, mommy-Lillian made up her mind. And as long at that´s “good” for him, there´s nothing he can do.

By the end of this feeding session, he felt like exploding. He could see his stomach swollen, round. He was so full. He had no idea he could drink that much.

“Aww, look at that. You´re full my love…” she poked his stomach with her index finger. Making him complaint. He didn´t want the milk to come out, not back from his mouth. “Oopsie…” she said.

Now, time to sleep.

She cradled him in her arm. Slowly, not wanting to agitate him. She wouldn´t want an accident to happen.

This time, Jonathan won´t give. He won´t let this woman put him to sleep. He was a man, a grown man, she can´t rock him like that! He decided to put up a fight. But a silent one.

He had this idea, he´ll close his eyes. Fake some snoring. And when she believes he´s asleep, she´ll place him back on the crib. Then, he´ll have some more time to plan his way out of here.

“Time for your nap, you drank a lot of mommy´s milk. You need to have some rest…” her angelic voice spoke as she rocked him on her thick arms.

He said nothing, he just closed his eyes, as if he was saying “go away.”

But his plan didn´t exactly work. Yes, he closed his eyes and stood there without talking back. But staying awake, that part was not going on so well.

He wondered when she´ll leave. When she will believe he´s asleep. He took some deep breaths, playing his part, but those deep breaths only helped him get relaxed.

His stomach was full, but the milk was easily digested. Once there was some room, he felt a bit better.

Her cooing, his breathing, the slow, gentle movement. It all did one thing, put him to sleep.

He can remember he was trying to struggle. To stay awake. But he failed to do so. Little by little, his thoughts started shaping into some things he hadn´t quite thought. Were they dreams? Was his brain wandering on its own?

He was losing continence, forgetting about the real world and just, dreaming. He fell asleep before he could tell.

Once Lillian heard his soft snoring, she knew he was good to go.

“There we go, have a nice sleep, my love.” She gently placed him on the crib. And she took a moment to watch him.

But she couldn´t help to have some thoughts.

As she watched him sleep tight. She recalled something. A thing that made her tender, mommy smile go away. Replacing it by a gloomy look on her face. Was he still 1´3”?

Lillian left Jonathan on the crib for a moment. She went straight for a measuring tape. She needed to know. She must. More than doing this for her own sake, she was doing this in order to take care of him.

As days past, he seemed smaller on her hands. If not by much, she noticed. And knowing he´s still shrinking, it made her fix more into it. She was paranoid.

“Ok, slow and easy…” she stretched Jonathan´s legs, softly to make sure not to wake him from his sleep.

Then, she pulled out the tip of the tape, making sure not to make any noise.

She was nervous. Much more than the first day when she gave him some of her milk. Even if it was on a glass and not straight from her tit, she knew what it did. But she never thought it could come this far.

“Let´s see…” she thought as she stretched the tape, from the bottom of his  feet to the top of his head. She felt like breaking in sweat. Was it hot? She feels it hotter.

She´s so nervous, so worried. So guilty!

Lillian took a deep breath, calm herself down. Then, she read the measures. Her lip quivered as she confirmed her worries. The shrinking has not stopped.

It´s helping to keep him away from her tit for long periods of time. He´s not having as much milk as he first did. But now, as she sees that it´s not having the effect she wanted. She can´t help but to feel a deep sorrow.

“1´2”…” she thought. His shrinking hadn´t stop.

He was 1´2”, and a small fraction. But it wasn´t 1´3”. She felt sad, she felt depressed. She´s been making so many sacrifices, for what? Things are not working the way she wanted them to do.

What would be her next step?

She turned at him, resting on the soft cushioning crib. He didn´t seem to have a care in the world. And that´s what she wanted him to feel. However, she was failing to take care of him.

Lillian covered his body with a blanket. Making sure he was warm. She brushed his hair with her long fingers, and walked away.

She feels devastated. She walks out of the room with an empty look on her face. She hasn´t change anything. He´s still in danger! And why? Because her big tits can´t stop producing shrinking milk.

She walks down the hall. Standing tall, too tall for this place. Things around her look toy sized. Her wide hips sway from one side to the other as she dejectedly makes her way to her room.

It may be sunny outside, but inside her house, it feels as if it was the midst of the night. Nothing has light, shine, color. Everything has turned grey for her.

She opens her door, takes a few steps over the puffy carpet on her floors and just falls over the bed.

She makes a loud noise as she falls. Her whole bed shakes, the floors tremble. If she does this again, there´s no guarantee the bed won´t crumble. It is not designed for a woman her size, much less for someone of her weight falling over it.

But she doesn´t care. Right now, she only sees herself as a disappointment.

Lillian buries her face on her pillow. She´s failed again. Who wants a mommy that´s constantly hurting him? 

Her eyes are red. Teary. Soon, tears began to wet the pillow.

“I… everything was going so well… now, now I ruined it! Poor Jonathan, he needed a mommy, and the only thing he got was this huge monster who can´t get anything right. I´m a failure, a big, fat, failure.” She was hard with herself.

Right now, she felt like isolating herself again. She´s put Jonathan through so much, and why? Because she wanted to prove to him she could take care of him. But she´s not fulfilling her promise.

But she can´t feel this way. She has to be strong. For her, for him. She has to face the consequences.

Lillian has to face the truth, for as hard as it is. She has to take a much harder decision. She needs to give the final solution to this thorny problem.

She knows it, she can still be the mommy she wants to be. Give him all of the love and pampering she knows she can. But to do so, she has to avoid one thing. Breastfeeding him. If that´s the main problem, then the best resolution is to avoid it.

She´s only hoping he doesn´t take things the wrong way.

Lillian was sitting on the toilet. Her gargantuan body sitting on the tiny looking toilet. She was amazonic. Things were looking like toys around her enormous body. But it´s not her size what´s bothering her, she´s used to it.

The thing that´s on her mind is the inevitable fact that she will no longer be able to breastfeed Jonathan. She´s worried this may hurt him. How is she supposed to give him all of her love and affection when she can´t pour it through her breasts? Quite literally.

“Poor Jonathan, aww, poor baby…” she thought as she guided her hands to her face and covered it.

She was embarrassed, annoyed, sad. How will she cope with the fact that she cannot do the number one thing a mommy´s supposed to do?

And another thing was, will this be traumatic for him?

Jonathan really didn´t cared. He was focused on escaping. Well, that´s what he was doing at first. He knows he´s too short to try anything. He had the idea of escaping through the vents, but those things were screwed, and he had no screw driver.

He was damned. Doomed even. But that wasn´t the main issue. His main problem was, paranoid.

Jonathan knew Lillian was too affectionate to let him on his own for so long. Was she up to something? Was there another part on her plan? Some sort of stage 2? Another phase?

He had plenty of time to wonder. He was alone most of the time, when he wasn´t sleeping of course. Something he found himself doing more often.

Today, after he wasted all of his energies trying to climb the bars on the crib, he just laid on his back and took a moment to think.

“What is she up to? She can´t just say she wants to be with me 24/7 and then drop me here every day. That doesn’t make sense.” She must have something else in mind, but what?

He tried to make things up. What would a giant, maternal woman like her want to do with a shrunken man like him? She´s keeping secrets, but what are they?

Of course, he ignores he´s shorter than before. He can tell things are a bit higher, and bigger. But he blames it on the fact that he´s been shrinking for a while. He can hardly tell how things used to be when he was 4´, 3´ or 2´ tall. Plus, if his height has changed, which Lillian said wouldn´t, she´ll be the first one to notice and give the news.

She did notice, but never tell.

“Hypnosis? Will she convince me she´s my true mother? Sounds kind of… impossible…” he had plenty of time to think on what she was up to. He could tell because she always came to the room almost at the same hour, right before sunset.

And right now, the sun was too high in the sky. He could see the beams of light coming in through the window, intense rays. Like the ones around the early noon. There was still time.

“She´s definitely preparing something… but what?” whatever she´s up to, it will only be something meant to make her more of a mommy to him. But what was it?

He decided to get to sleep. He had a thought that made him cringe. This was something that crossed his mind for a second, but that seemed very possible. He was already shrunk, why not being… un-birth?

The idea of him inside Lillian´s womb made him gawk. A 26-year-old-man being carried in a woman´s uterus? He knew it was time to sleep, else, he won´t be able to get this out of his mind.

But he wouldn´t.

He thought he heard something from outside. Stomps, heavy stomps. Lillian was back.

His attention was turned at the door, and a part of his mind knew the mood was different. Was it darker? It seemed as if it was late-night, and not the usual time when she comes to pick him up.

Before he had the chance to turn at the window, the door was opened. Almost looking as if it was automatically open, or pushed by some supernatural force. Lillian was not behind it, as usual.

Just then, her large form emerged from the dark. He could see her titanic body, making her way through the door´s frame. She seemed bigger, had she grown?

She barely made it through the door; her wide hips brushed the frame on both sides, and her head, she had to duck a lot not to hit the top, had she always been that tall? She looked enormous!

“Hi there…” at least she broke the uncomfortable silence, was there really a need for so much suspense?

However, even if her voice was that mommy-lovely voice of always, which he found a bit unnecessary, not to say annoying, her face was different. There seemed to be something going on, her smile seemed a bit… off.

Her eyes appeared red, and her smile seemed nearly psychotic. There was something wrong, definitely. Her face muscles seemed kind of tense, horrid even.

Jonathan knew there was no way out, she was coming, with whatever she had on her mind. He was freaking out, he was already trying to find a way out. But he found himself trapped inside the crib, surrounded by some high bars. Where they taller?

His next question was, was Lillian bigger? The floor seems to tremble with each of her steps, had she grown? The whole room seemed to be quacking as her large form loomed higher and higher. How tall was she again? She looked much bigger!

He tired to escape, but her voice stopped him from moving.

“I know you´ve been thinking on me… aww, mommy´s so sorry to leave her baby here, but don´t worry, we can still be together…” In a blink of an eye, she was right in front of the crib, trying to reach for him.

There was nowhere to go, he was trapped.

Before he could think about it, he was already in her arms, her enormous, thick arms. Looking up at the dreadful expression on her face. Were her eyes red? Not regular red but, that bright glowing red color that seemed to shine in the darkness. Something was going on.

He tried to scream, but for some reason, he couldn´t make a sound. What was happening? Why did she seem to be in control of everything?

“Well, well, Jonathan here thinks mommy has left him behind, right? Or… is it that you believe I have something planned for you? Well… I do!” What? Of all the possible things he thought she´ll do to him, which one was it?

In a second, he found himself looking up at her, but not at her face, but her pussy. The wet, swollen lips of her pussy. Why was he down there?

“I wanted to get closer to you, sweetheart, but I think… it´s easier for you to get closer to me. Or should I say… inside me?” No, no way, she wasn´t, she couldn´t!

He felt as if he was rising, and his only destiny was her pussy. She was going to shove him in; her craving pussy seemed to be about to swallow him!

She was going to put Jonathan inside her and carry him around. Will he be able to breathe? To survive? To LIVE?

He could see Lillian´s gigantic thighs on his sides, as his final destination was her pussy. Her large, swollen pussy. Could she do something like this? What´s going to happen?

She seemed gargantuan, he was sure his whole body fit over there, but why was she doing this?

“Shh, shh, relax. Just let me take care of it, just close your eyes. I promise you´ll love it!” He knew he wouldn´t.

This was a nightmare, a real, horrible nightmare. Why? Why him? WHY?

“WHY!!!!!” he shouted as he woke up. Covered in sweat, with his heart pounding inside his chest. Was it a dream?

It felt so real. The fear, Lillian, the room. Everything felt as if he was there. However, he wasn´t. It seems this was all caused by his paranoid mind.

He sighed in relieve, but soon, he heard someone coming.

“Jonathan, honey? Is everything ok? Did you scream?” there she was, stepping inside the room, but with a regular look on her face. However, there seemed to be something off, were her eyes red? Like… on his dream?

It seems she was crying, because her nose seems a bit red too. Why?

“Oh… yeah, I… everything´s fine, heh.” Should he say mommy? He didn´t want to, not after that nightmare.

“Are you sure?” she approached, giving large steps with her shapely legs. With her enormous butt bouncing behind her. Her tits were not exactly settled either, they were bouncing on what seemed to be a top without a bra underneath. She was au naturel.

“Yeah, I´m fine.” He declared, turning somewhere else.

Lillian knew there was something wrong. He didn´t scream just because. Was he screaming for help? He seemed fine, or… was he screaming for attention?

“Oh no! He misses me! No, no, no, no, no, no… he wants me to be here, with him.” She felt so guilty that, no matter what he did, she´ll think its an attempt to have her there. To keep him company.

She promised to be the mommy he didn´t have. And now, she´s just ditching him in this room, all alone.

She made up her mind. She was not going to leave him there, not anymore. She may not be able to breastfeed him, but she definitely can carry him around. That´s her mommy-duty.

“Come here…” she spoke as she bent over and reached for him.

Jonathan was already used to the large hands of this gigantic woman pulling him up. She was way too strong to stop her. He just let her be as she lifted him in the air. Bringing him closer to her warm love, or that´s what she wanted him to feel.

The next day, they were back to their usual routine. With her pampering him at all times of the day. With one exception, obviously, no tit-sucking. She can´t put him through this anymore. He´s already 1´2”, he can´t lose any more height. It´s all for his own good.

Not that he knows or wants to do the other thing around, but whatever he doesn´t know, it won´t hurt him.

She was there, like she promised, there to love him, pamper him. To pour all of her love and affection on him like a warm, tender rain. Cascades of adoration and devotion falling over him.

The only problem was that, it was literally a cascade. Well, two. Her breasts couldn´t help it, every time she was close to him, her breasts just started producing milk, as if they were inflating. Projecting her growing love by literally filling up her tits.

The effect of the treatment wasn´t gone. Although, it may not be the treatment the one that´s causing her constant lactation, it´s him.

“Just a sec, mommy needs to go to the bathroom, I´ll be right back…” she lied as she rushed to the second floor, a pump, she needed to pump this milk out of her.

This was uncommonly pleasant for him. She just dropped him on the couch, not literally of course, as she made her way to her room.

He thought she was having some sort of bladder problem, or maybe something stomach related. He didn´t really cared. This was his chance to look for another way to escape.

While she was busy, trying not to make too much noise, milking herself with the pump. He was busy looking for a way out. And trying not to be too loud either.

“Come on, Lillian, this is stupid. This is all good milk going to waste! Why? Because you wanted milk that could shrink any man! And what happened? It seems the stupid shrinking effect doesn´t go away!” she was so annoyed. This was the third time, TODAY, where she has to do this.

Lock herself in her room and pump her milk out. Slowly, not to make too much noise. She even got an extra pump to get the work done twice as fast.

Now, there she was, pumping milk out of her enormous tits, her large, heavy, swollen tits that were all full of nutritious milk. Milk that was supposed to be for Jonathan. This couldn´t be happening!

In the meantime, Jonathan hopped off the couch. It was hard to get down as a 1´2” shrunken man. But he managed. In fact, it was even harder to get back up. But he had to do it in order to keep Lillian from suspicion.

He knew he had around thirty minutes to get things done. So far, he hasn´t found a way out. But maybe today´s his lucky day.

Or maybe it wasn´t. Just like the day before, there was no way out. All doors were locked, with a key! Apparently, Lillian was a step ahead of him.

He was tired, and so was she.

“Why? Why do I have to keep doing this? Why hasn´t the milk turned into regular milk?” she was stressed. How can a mommy be a mommy if she can´t breastfeed?

She´s been feeding him solid food ever since that day. She wanted all of his meals to come from her, but now, it seems that´s a dream that won´t come true.

The next few days were the same, no breastfeeding and she needed to run to her room to pump her tits. This was getting old.

She felt bad, not for the pumping, but for him. How is she going to prove true love if she can´t be in the same room with him for more than an hour?

She felt her boobs were starting to become a burden. A large, soft, fleshy burden. She needs to do something, now!

One night, she knew she had no other choice. Things can´t go on like this. There´s no way.

“I think… I think it´s time…” she spoke to herself, in the middle of the night. Surrounded by the darkness she felt inside her. There was no hope left for her. She can´t drag him with her.

She seems to be bounded to be alone.

Things are doomed for the relationship she wanted to build with him.

Over the next few days, she came to realize that there´s no way she can be the lovely mother she wanted if she has to keep secrets from him. And the worst part is, she can´t even keep him with her.

She can´t breastfeed him. Well, she can, but it´s impossible for him not to shrink. Doctor said this effect may wash away, MAY. She can´t stand to be around him for too long, her nipples get hard when she´s around him. And her breasts become so full!

Besides, she knows he´s been trying to run away. She´s not dumb. Plus, she´s sure there´s no way he can get out without her permission.

She had the idea that one of these days, he would simply love his new life; at least accept her as his new mommy. But how can this be if she´s not around? How?

She doesn´t blame him for trying to escape, but she can´t say she´s been doing her best on keeping him there. He´s trapped, that´s for sure, but this house is not supposed to be his prison, and she´s not supposed the be his captor.

How can love grow inside a home where there´s no truth?

This next step, for as much as this breaks her heart and hurts her soul, is to let him go.

She can´t keep him there, if she can´t pour all of her love for him, then she needs to let him go.

Lillian´s not trying to set him away, but she knows it´s better this way. But this doesn´t have to be permanent, only until her milk stops shrinking.

“Where did I place the phone?” She wonders as she looks for the phone on her room. She hid it somewhere, but where?

She knew the first place where she hid it was kind of predictable, so she searched for a new one. But where was it?

“Found it!” She claimed as she finally found the electronic device. It was hidden over the closet. For sure, he won´t be able to reach for the phone over the seven-foot-tall closet; she could literally see above the top.

She tried to turn it on but… the phone´s death. She turned it off at least a month ago, there´s no chance it will start without some power.

She grunted.

However, this small bump on the way may be her chance to come clean with him.

Next thing she knows, they are both sitting on the couch, well, she was on the couch. Jonathan was sitting over her huge, soft thigh. She loved to have him sitting on her lap. Something she´ll need to learn to forget.

“Jonathan, dear. There´s something I need to tell you…” Lillian´s tone seemed sad, gloomy.

He looked up to the giantess, barely able to see past her titanic breasts. It would be easier to talk to her tits than to her.

This was a hard chat, but it had to be done. Lillian told him everything about what had gone wrong.

Starting with the fact that he´s 1´2”, instead of stopping at 1´6”. He nearly screamed as he heard her words. Almost one-foot-tall?!

She explained to him that her milk was still working on him. Shrinking him, so that the more he drank, the more he shrank. She had no explanation why this kept going, and neither did the Doctor; instead of having no more effects on him, the milk seemed to be as pure as the first time he drank from it. Maybe not having the same effect on him. But it still worked.

Yet, she wanted him to know that this was not meant to go on forever, that this was soon to stop. Probably, no one really knows for sure.

She seemed distressed by the fact that she was hurting him instead of being kind to him. She had planned a solution already. He was listening as her next words settled him, a little.

“There must be a time… a break, between me and you. It´s… for the best.” He could almost hear her pain as she spoke those words.

Wasn´t she supposed to keep him there until he died or something? Why was she letting him free? This all seemed like a trap.

But her face revealed a deep sorrow. Her eyes became teary, soon, tears began to ran down her cheeks. Tears falling over him, as a salty, sad rain. This was no lie, not a trap. There´s no way she´s trying to appeal to his loving side by doing this.

He felt sorry for her, sorry for the sad giantess. Yes, she shrunk him and forced him to live with her as he sucked from her tits. But he couldn´t take it, he knew her, and had some feelings for her. Some of lust, some of hate, but he still felt bad.

He hugged her.

Jonathan just closed his eyes and hugged Lillian. Sinking his arms on her enormous, soft body. She felt so warm, and smelled so sweet. He closed his eyes and let her have some joy. He knows Lillian likes it when he displays some love to her.

Then, her gigantic hands pulled him closer, tightly smothering him into her. Crying. Feeling sorry for what she had to do. But there was no other way.

Even if she knows he can no longer be with him, she´s sure he won´t be able to make it in the real world.

There´s no way she´ll allow him to go back to his place and live alone. He needs someone. And she already has someone in mind.

“Here…” Lillian spoke as she, painfully, handed him his phone.

Jonathan couldn´t believe it, she was returning his phone. Finally, after so long!

But it was not just because, she had her reasons.

“I would like you to call that girl, Melissa. I can´t have you living on your own. You need a care taker, and she´s the only one who came asking for you. If I´m right, she cares for you. I´m sure she doesn´t care as much as I do, but you´ll be fine under her care. Else… you have my number.”

She wanted him to live with Melissa. Why? Doesn´t she like… hate her? But he was not going to argue with her.

This was a chance he couldn´t lose. He went straight to his contacts and called her.

In the blink of an eye. Melissa was waiting on the sidewalk, right in front of Lillian´s place. Standing under the sun, right in front of a cab.

Jonathan was standing on Lillian´s porch. With the giantess looking after him from behind.

Lillian knew this was for the best. She explained to him that this was just temporary. She will love to have him back, but not until she stops producing that shrinking milk.

He can´t really lie, he´ll miss her a little. Her kindness, her attention, and her titanic boobs. So soft… but he was looking forward to return to his old life.

“I´ll miss you, dear. But this is the way things will have to be. Until I´m able to care for you in a safety way, you should be away from me…” she felt a knot on her throat.

Jonathan said his goodbyes. He wasn´t sure if he was safe yet. But Lillian meant no harm However, shrinking without his consent, well, that will take some long time to be forgiven. If he ever does. And trapping him in her place is a whole other deal.

But now, he´s walking straight to Melissa. His savior. Even if Lillian chose to set him free on her own. He made his way through Lillian´s front porch, looking up and straight at Melissa´s 6´6” form, not so big when compared to Lillian´s 7´7”, but she was still huge!

Melissa watched him coming, happy to see he was safe and sound. She took the freedom to give Lillian some accusing stares. But Lillian couldn´t perceive Melissa. She was focused on Jonathan.

The first man she thought she will care for eternally, gone. There´s so much she couldn´t get to do. So much love, so much care. All those tender memories she wanted to create. But this was for the best.

She was no monster. She knew this was the right thing to do.

Lillian watch Jonathan leave. Gone to live his life with some other woman. She clenched her fists. Hating this part of goodbyes. Everyone leaves her behind in the end.

Once she knew he was gone, and there was no chance he could see her. She cried. For real. Stepped inside and cried out.

Maybe Jonathan was not the one for her. But why had they let her have a taste of what it was to be a mommy? Only to take it all away? Again?

She´s back home, walking the same floors, alone. What can she do? The house feels so empty now.

Her only consolation is that she did the right thing. This was for the best. This way, she knows he´s not completely gone, only away. Away with the promise that one day he may come back. If he´s willing to. But she understands it if he has his reasons not to.

Lillian walked up the stairs, slowly. Opened her bedroom´s door and laid down on her bed. It was time for her to grieve.

“Are you sure you really don´t want to talk about it?” Melissa asked as she was sitting next to Jonathan.

“I am, gosh, this is the third time you ask me. I´m fine. She just… you know… ugh, stop asking. She didn´t hurt me, ok? She was… kind.” Jonathan didn´t want to say she mainly breastfed him and carried him around, they already talked about it. It was humiliating for him to speak about this.

“Ok, FINE. I was just trying to check on you. You know, it´s been a few days since she, for some reason, called me and hand you over. Last night you talked while sleeping…” she stated.

“I did? And… did I…?”

“What? What did you say? Well, pretty much nothing I could understand, but in the very end, I can swear you said “Lillian”, or something very close to it. I just want to make sure she didn´t hurt you badly. If you need to go see a therapist, I´m more than willing to take you and…”

“STOP! I… I don´t want to be seen, ok? I´m… I´m 1´2”, Melissa. I don´t want to see anyone, not now.” He cried out.

“I know, I know. You want to see if this shrinking washes away. But you have to keep in mind that this may be permanent. She said it herself, right? Plus, you´re size hasn´t changed.” She didn´t want to sound mean, or be the one giving the awfully true news here, but he should move on.

It´s been a week since Jonathan “escaped” from his prison. From his confinement. Since he walked away from Lillian´s house. Now, he was free, but was he really free?

He was a foot two inches tall, a man on his mid-twenties stood not taller than knee level with most people. Melissa´s astonishing 6´6” just made him feel more insignificant.

But he was not the only one who had it hard. There was someone else out there.

These past days had been hell to Lillian. Once again, she was alone at home. Lonely, in a quiet house where no one but her lived. She felt lonely, she felt sad, she felt defeated. And all because she couldn´t do one thing right.

Her treatment was supposed to shrink a man to a certain height, 1´6”, but for some reason, things didn´t come out how she planned them to. Now, in order to keep Jonathan safe, she had to distant herself, set him away.

Her first thoughts, as she blamed herself even more, was she a bad mommy? Had her greed been punished like this? Letting her have a taste only to revoke her from the privilege?

She was no longer a mommy, not right now; at the moment, she was just a lonely woman. A big, hefty woman who had a lot of love to give. But why should she bother? There´s no guarantee she won´t shrink these other men the same way she shrank Jonathan.

Deep inside, she had the hopes that he´ll come back. One day, when her milk stops shrinking, when this curse she put on herself is gone. One day, someday…

“Ok, one more try…” she thought to herself as she brought a glass of her own milk close to her mouth.

Her lactation had decreased, without Jonathan there and her lack of a purpose for her gargantuan mommy milkers, she began to produce less milk. But that doesn´t mean she stopped with it.

Even if her milk production was cut in half, which very much wasn´t the case, the 7´7” large lady will easily fill up two gallons of milk in a day. Of course, it can be more, if she gets a good night´s sleep, if she eats healthy, massages. The main problem with it would be that she´s not nursing anyone, but the pump does the trick, sort of.

She drank the creamy, thick, warm milk from the glass. Not the whole thing, just a couple sips. She can´t deny how sweet and, and addictive, it can be. But she´s capable of controlling herself, she´s got the eyes on the prize.

However, things didn´t came out as she had expected.

She thought that being alone will make things different, that her body will, naturally, turn back into producing regular milk. However, when she woke up the next day…

“Oh my god! 7´10”!?” She was three inches taller, which means, the milk still has that effect.

For men, they will shrink, however, any woman having a sip of her milk will grow. And that includes her.

Lillian´s frustrated. It seems there was no luck on this week either. However, three inches? That´s a lot of growth! Mostly for a woman who´s not supposed to grow taller at her age.

Lillian was sad, and tight. She may had grown three inches, but her boobs feel around two sizes bigger, and let´s not mention her butt. If she bents in the wrong way, she´ll tear up those pants apart.

The good news is, she can keep herself busy ordering some more clothes. However, it´s just a temporary distraction.

Nowadays, she found herself wandering around the house more often. When she was done working, which wasn´t a full nine-hour shift, she walked around the house, looking for something to do.

She was not a woman who´d want to spend her whole days watching some cheesy series on TV, and not much of a movie-lover either. TV was not an option.

Puzzles? Well, for a woman her size, it will be really hard to bring the tiny pieces together without struggling. And this leaves aside any other type of hobby that requires handling small objects. To think that life was easier when she was “smaller”.

She´s grown over a foot in height, and she will not want to keep a record on how much pounds that is. Right now, her main thing is to eat. Not exaggeratedly, but she does consume more calories than she should. However, she´ll work out. That´s the one thing that always helps her settle her mind.

It´s day ten since Jonathan left, and she´s been doing some yoga, indoors. Now that she had new, and larger, clothes, she can feel more comfortable.

She has no problem on doing this naked, her mighty boobs need some fresh air from time to time, but neighbors may complaint if, by any chance, anyone spots her inside the house naked.

It´s none of their business, and she´s in her house. But if she mistakenly leaves a window open, well… she´s REALLY hard to miss. Plus, this may drag anyone into her, and currently, she doesn´t want that.

“I can´t allow myself to try and bring another man into my life. I thought Jonathan was the one, but…” it didn´t work out so well.

That´s why she sort of confined herself into that house. Ordering everything online and not interacting with any other person. But that´s not easy. She´s a chatty woman, and so lovely. Being isolated didn´t last for more than eleven days.

On the twelfth day, she came out. She opened her house´s door and walked out.

She had to duck in order to make it through the door. But once she stepped out, her body embraced the feeling of freedom she was having.

Lillian was barefoot, letting her bare feet touch the wooden floors of her porch. Overall, she had this comfy large dress. It was supposed to come all the way to her ankles, but she was a big woman. Her dress made it almost past her knees. Exposing her thick, soft calves.

And there was another aspect of this dress that, particularly for men, was nice. It gave her breasts a lot of space, literally, it had a gigantic boob window. Revealing her large, round, heavy tits. With a deep, long line of smooth cleavage in the middle.

Her boobs, together with the rest of her sensuous and fleshy body, bounced sexily as she made her way.

Lillian chose to sit at the end of her porch´s stairs. Afraid she could break down the bench that was sitting on her porch. She knows that´s a possibility, she didn´t had to change all of her wooden into reinforced metal ones for no reason. She can still remember the awful cracking sound of that poor chair.

Now that she was sitting outside, in the early morning, to keep her from seeing anybody. She felt nice. It may be around 6:00 am, and kind of chilly. But to her, it´s nice.

The weather, together with many other things don´t feel the same way for her augmented body. She´s large now, and stronger too. Yet, she´s looking like a huge, soft, warm-looking woman. The vivid reflection of a giant mommy. Something she doesn´t like to think about nowadays.

There was no one out there, and that remained the same for about ten minutes.

From the distance, there were some light, but every time louder, steps approaching. Not the pace someone would have while walking, it sounded more like someone jogging.

“Ahhh, nothing like an early morning jog to stay in shape and get active…” the young man thought as he was making his way.

He had been jogging for a couple of weeks now, but not on this neighborhood. Every week or so, he added an extra mile to his route. Sometimes less, but a mile more was the goal.

And, to keep things interesting, or at least away from a mundane. He changed his routes every now and then. Starting on his street, he wandered around the town a little. Sometimes he ran to the east, sometimes to the west. And he liked to give these random turns to make things fun.

Today, he happened to run right on Lillian´s street. And just as a matter of luck, he happened to spot Lillian.

He slowed his pace a little as he saw the gigantic woman sitting on the porch. He thought it was a bear! Or at least a huge living thing. But, to his surprise, it was a woman.

He fixed his eyes into Lillian´s large, sweet, hefty form. She was looking at the sky, kind of busy with her own thoughts to notice this young man running past her. But he didn´t do the same.

His heart was beating hard inside his chest, he´s been running during nearly an hour today. His shirt is kind of soaked in sweat, and so is his forehead. However, he felt something more than the will to run a couple more when he spotted Lillian.

For once, she had some HUGE tits, which caught his attention. Who can blame him, he likes big boobs. Plus, he´s not leering, he´s just… appreciating the view. Also, the fact that she was so big alarmed him, not in a way that would scare him, he was more like intrigued.

And the very last thing he was able to spot, before he left her behind, her face. Even if she didn´t turned at him, he could see her pretty face framed by her glossy hair, she was pretty.

And, a young, single man like him, well, boobs, pretty, she owned a house. At least that´s what he can tell by this first impression. Yes, she may be older, and who knows if she´s still single. But she´s the perfect excuse to come back.

He only had to remember the street and, the next day, just look for the house with the giant lady sitting outside of it. He could not believe it, a woman that big, with a pair of knockers that big!

Lillian seemed huge from across the street, how big will she look in person. Standing right in front of him. He can´t really say he´s attracted to tall women, but he´s definitely attracted to pretty women, and Lillian´s the biggest pretty lady he´s ever seen.

There´s no way he´ll let an opportunity like this slip away. He doesn´t want anything serious, but maybe a short romance, if she´s available, would be more than fine. A once in a life time opportunity to get a hold of those gigantic tits.

Who could blame him? He´s a horny man full of passion.

Lillian didn´t even notice the guy until he had already passed her by. But that doesn´t mean he did the same. Even if she forgot him minutes later, he couldn´t get Lillian off his mind.

Back home, at work, on his way from work. There were these flashes of hers coming to him. Sometimes, her tits, round and fleshy. Other times, her face, he wasn´t sure how it truly was, she was looking somewhere else, what would it be to have her eyes on him? Paying attention to him? And in the end, it was her whole self!

This image of an uncommonly big lady. “A giant milf!” He thought. Spotting her may be a one in a million chance. What are the odds for her to be sitting there at the exact same time when he, out of nowhere, chose to jog through that street? None!

Yet, he found a new lady that will run through his mind all day, and possibly all night long.

“Ok, Colin, just settle down… I think this is the street, now, where´s the house…?” This young man, whose name is Colin, came around the same street where Lillian lived. And did so at the same hours, well, sort of, he was pretty sure this was the same time.

He was jogging, not to look suspicious. It will be the deal of a real stalker to come down with his car and look for her from beginning to end. If he jogged, well, it was just him exercising.

But he wasn´t just exercising, he had a mission. Find this lady, and then… well, first he needed to find her.

He had these strange, warm feelings inside him whenever he thought of her. He was just… eager to meet her. Well, to do some other things, but for that, he needed to meet her first.

Get her name, know if she´s single, and if she´ll be willing to maybe… date him? But casual sex will be more than fine, if she´s interested, of course.

However, for all of those things to happen, if they will ever do, first he needed to find her.

But today, well, let´s just say this wasn´t his lucky day. Lillian was snoring in bed right now.

Her large frame taking over more space than the bed was willing to give. Her soft arms spreading over both sides of the bed as her long, thick legs went much further than the bed itself. She needed another king size bed in order to fit comfortably, but she´s fine… so far.

But Colin didn´t give up. He was certain that this was the street. So he decided to try on the next day.

He kept going, wondering if it would be better to come here earlier or a little later. He could try both. As long as he was at his own place by 8:00, with enough time to take a shower and get ready for work, he´ll be fine.

But his odds were not the best. Lillian was not coming out. Yes, she was a morning person, she liked to get up by 6:00 am and get some things done before anything else. However, her new routines were not exactly helping her keep that as it was.

She spend endless hours trying to find something to do, other than getting obsessed with the fact that Jonathan could be back at any moment. Which depended completely on her and, on him too. Mostly on him, but she was sure that whenever she told him her milk was “shrinking-free” he´ll come back running to her. Which was not completely true.

However, her quest for something to do was… not very successful. She sort of messed up her whole schedule with it. She didn´t have an exact time to work, she could do it whenever she felt like it, but it was her sleeping time the one that got all wrecked.

She spent some hours at the evenings sleeping, in order to kill some time. But when night time came, instead of getting to bed at her regular hours, she found herself not capable of sleeping, of course, she had already rested before.

The amazon went to bed past mid-night, sometimes WAY past that. Which means, somedays she woke up at noon. But she was heartbroken and with not much to do, so… why bother on changing that?

The one who was really getting bothered was Colin. He thought of giving up. Somedays he even did his morning runs in the afternoon. Hoping he´ll find this amazon of a woman.

He knew he was kind of crazy, and maybe a creep. But he´s doing this because… why is he doing this exactly?

“Come on, man. This is awkward, even for you.” He told to himself as he past the house he was SURE was Lillian´s, or whatever name he had given her by now.

It´s been exactly a week since he first spotted her, a week since he first and last saw her. He needed to see her again, so, he made a deal. In order to keep this “normal”. He´ll jog around here by 6:00 am, and if he doesn´t see her, then he´ll give up.

He only wanted to see her again. She was… hot. There´s no other way to say it. For a young man like Colin, the 22-year-old man wanted to see her again. He had an urge!

This was not just to see her luscious body again, this was personal. A short-term goal if you please. And to his luck, or as a matter of faith, he spotted her.

He went down that street, by 6:05 am, pushed only by his desire to meet the woman. And he was in awestruck when he spotted her tall frame on the porch.

This was the first time he saw Lillian standing, and she was HUGE! Bigger than he thought she would be, and her ass was magnificent!

Juicy, round, heavy-looking. Everything on this woman was thick, smooth, feminine, erotic! But how did he spot her butt? Well, she was turning her back at the street, why? Because she was about to enter her house.

Colin was in trouble; she was just a few steps away from the door. Well, maybe less for a woman with her long, shapely legs.

He was just about to get to her house, jog in front of her house. But she will not spot him. Why was it so important that she noticed him? Well, he spent the last week trying to see her again, and she was just leaving? He couldn´t let that happen.

He wasn´t in love with her, and didn´t really had the need for that to happen, but he had this feeling. He wanted to be seen, then, to meet her, and then, well, he´s fantasized about it for the last couple days. Sex? A kiss? He´ll settle for a hug. He just wants to be close to her. Why? Let´s just say he´s in the lust for her flesh.

He can´t help it, if he spots a big pair of tits, he simply has to. And hers are behemothic!

But she was leaving. Inches away from touching the door´s knob. Just a second and she´ll be gone. What to do?

“GOOD MORNIN´” Had he just screamed? Was he too loud? He was desperate.

He just had to do something, before she was gone and he spotted her who knows when. He felt stupid, but at least she turned.

Lillian turned, today, she was wearing a pair of tight, shorts. Wrapped around her sexy, sensuous legs like a glove. And above, a shirt, a white one, really tight over her tits. If you focus, you can spot the contours of her areolas, around her perky nipples.

Colin slowed down, jogging really, really slow now. He did it! She turned, and what´s more, she turned at him.

With a warm smile, and closing her eyes a little, she said back to him, “good morning, neighbor.” As she waved.

Neighbor? Colin lived like two miles away from there. But he won´t correct her.

He smiled as he waved back at her. He did it! She acknowledged him. Plus, her boobs, a she waved her hand, so did her boobs.

The massive flesh of her soft tits bouncing a little. She was titanic, not only her breasts, her whole self was enormous! Tremendous! But that was logical, she was not exactly the same after last week.

Lillian took another sip of her milk last night, a tiny one. Making her a 7´11” goddess. One that had finally spotted Colin, and what´s more, she greeted him!

This was some real progress. At least for him who was so positive. However, this was the first interaction, hopefully, tomorrow he´ll get a chance to chat more.

“I better note all of this down…” Lillian thought at night, taking a hold of her diary, which seemed utterly tiny in her gigantic hands.

She felt HUGE, not just big, but enormous. She was getting the biggest sizes on the big & tall department. Well, the virtual department. Her whole body was big all over; tall, heavy, solid. She felt linebackers would look tiny next to her, and who wouldn´t seem that way?

She was a colossus, before she stood up, she was always so concerned the top of her head won´t hit the ceiling. And she always ducks in order to exit a room. This was getting a bit ridiculous for her.

Who would´ve thought the milk would have a growing effect on women? She didn´t, and of course the doctor ignored it too. Else, things wouldn´t be this way for her.

“I better start producing regular milk, I can´t afford getting bigger clothes every week…” Even this XXXXL pants she was wearing, which were made up entirely of spandex, were starting to feel a little constraining on her legs. Plus, they were so short. They were supposed to be pants, they were rising above her calves.

Her legs were so thick that they were wider than an average man´s chest, even a regular tall guy, and so solid. Her plump thighs were like the thickest punching bag there was, and someone could probably injure their hands if they hit her. But who´d mess with her? She´s an inch away from being 8´, and she knows it. She´s even worried about that.

Lillian wrote her height down. 7´11”, she was officially, and by a good deal, the tallest woman alive. Not taller than the tallest man, but really, really close.

Getting so tall was becoming a burden. She can´t remember when was it the last time she wore shoes. Her shirts are so large that she can almost use them as bed covers, she´s not fat, but her enormous breasts need some room. And this will be the fifth time she pre-orders a custom made bra. Those are expensive, and washing them can ruin them faster.

But she´s got a plan, walk around the house bra-less. Not topless, she´ll wear those extremely large t-shirts, which are not that lose fitting on her titanic breasts. Maybe each of her tits is around fifty-pounds by now? She´s not certain, but they are heavy. Thankfully, she´s got a strong core and a strong back. All thanks to her healthy habits and this milky “supplement” she´s been consuming.

Lillian is taller, however, other than becoming  so thick, her body is still completely proportional. Augmented in size, but all over. Maintaining the perfect proportions of a goddess, in fact, even better. Her legs are so long and sexy, her butt is mesmerizing, and her breasts can take the breath away from anyone.

She´s staying at home for everyone else´s safety, not hers. Maybe someone can have a mental breakdown if they spot this hourglass, sexy, plump, 7´11” goddess walking down the streets. And nothing´s made for such a big girl like her.

Lillian just, carefully, laid in bed. Listening to the whole thing creak beneath her sheering weight, was just a reminder that she needed a reinforced bed. Or to put the mattress straight on the floor… and maybe add another mattress to hold her lengthier body. She was big even for the furniture she had, the one meant for tall people. But that was when she was 6´6” tall, not a nearly eight-feet-tall amazon.

She thought about forgetting this whole thing. There´s no way she can stop with this milk-testing. Hopefully, this will stop before she reaches the 9´ mark. The ceiling at her living room is 10´, but the one at the kitchen and on her bedroom are 9´, plus, the shower is like 7´6”, she´s already struggling to shampoo her hair.

But she went to a different place for a moment. Recalling that young man who greeted her in the morning. Who was he? Was he a new neighbor? She had never seen him before. Of course, Jonathan had all of her attention for the past weeks, but she couldn´t be so distracted, could she?

Her new habits of ordering everything online made her sort of… a stay-at-home-giantess. She´s been purchasing her groceries online too. Maybe her car will have a hart time getting started now. However, she won´t even fit on it so…

But there´s this thought inside her mind now. Who was that guy? He seemed friendly when he greeted her, and maybe a little shy too. Was it because she was big or hot?

Lillian loved to think that her size just made her a jumbo version of every man´s dreamed woman. She liked to daydream sometimes. However, she was not too far from reality.

“Awww, so shy… I wonder what´s his name?” She liked it when people were nice at her, even a casual greeting like that one could make her day. She was, normally, a very positive woman, more when it comes to shy-looking guys. She can´t help it, if he looks needy… her maternal instincts immediately come up.

She couldn´t allow herself to find a new baby, Jonathan was still waiting for her to come back. It would be rude to betray him in such way. However, being a friendly neighbor is not something bad, is it?

Meanwhile, miles away from Lillian´s house. Colin was at his own bedroom, trying to pull up a mental image of Lillian. More like a “mental video”, she was so hot, so big, so alluring. And the movement of her gargantuan breasts, it was just teasing him.

He hoped that was not some sort of invitation for him. He would hate it if she hints on him and he just ignored it. He couldn´t be that dumb, right? Plus, those were just paranoid thoughts made up as some sort of fantasy he had with her.

“Can you imagine touching those breasts? I bet they´re so soft… and heavy… and… “

He couldn´t help it. All day long, he´s been fantasizing with her. Wondering how tall she was, if she was single, if she´d fall for his charms; he knew he was handsome, or at least liked to think of him in such way.

He was laying on his bed, ready for bed, but this gigantic goddess won´t let him sleep. Therefore, he needed a little…

Colin turned off his night´s table light and reached for his member. All that thinking about Lillian had already got him hard. He just reached for his hard member and started stroking it, slowly at first, trying to picture Lillian. Even her voice was sexy. Deep, pretty, just…

He tried to imagine her saying things like: “Come on, come with me…” as she pulls him into her house, or things like: “I want you inside me…” and many, many more flirtations like that. He wasn´t that good, but in the end, it doesn´t matter that much, he had the feeling, and the hard-on. He could jerk off to that imaginary, sexy image of hers trying to get him to bed.

He wondered how strong she could be, could she pick him up? Of course she could! He could see from the sidewalk, not really that far to be honest, that she was tall, and strong. Not gym strong, but her body was certainly hefty.

She was not only made up of soft fat, which is a weird thought to have for him, but she was built up with a strong bone structure, covered with solid muscle and with layers of fat, skin and… well, what could he think? He´s jerking off trying to think on just what is this amazon made up.

He jerked off faster, harder, taking deeper and quicker breaths. Lillian was the only thing on his mind, her perfection, her pretty face, even if he spotted her just for a second or two. Her body, so smooth, soft, big, sexy.

He came, finally, he fapped himself until he came hard on his hand. He didn´t even use lotion, he jerked off with his bare hand on his bare, and throbbing, member. Now, he was spent as he came all under the bed´s covers. Tomorrow he´ll have to clean it, however, there´s also something he has to do tomorrow, see her.

“I… need… more…” he wanted to meet her, know her name, more about her. He wasn´t a creep obsessed with just any random woman he met and thought was pretty. She was a muse.

Colin was a single man, 24-years-old. He had his own apartment, small, but he liked it. He had a decent job, a decent salary. He worked out… regularly. He could have a love affair with a mature woman, right? It was more common nowadays. Plus, she´s tall…

He´s not precisely into tall women, but big boobs… those are always on his mind.

During the next couple days, Colin was not so lucky. He jogged, maybe a bit slower when he passed by Lillian´s place, but he didn´t saw her. One day, he even went forward and backward like three times. Which made him insecure about the fact that maybe, if anyone saw him, or if she had a camera there, someone will think that he´s stalking her.

And she seemed to sweet when she waved back at him, he was worried he could ruin that good impression he had, if there was one of course, she could just wave to be polite.

“Chill, Colin, chill! She´s just a lady you haven´t seen. It´s not like she´s your girlfriend and she´s not answering your calls…” he could get a bit too intense at times. Overthinking some much. But this was worth it. How else was he supposed to see this living goddess again? This was a life and death matter.

He spent his whole weekend thoughtful, not precisely worried, but he was wondering what to do. What to change. Should he knock? Walk straight to her door and knock? Ring her bell?

He could pretend his phone´s battery died and he needs to use a phone. But that could be weird now that he had already greeted her.

“Fuck, if I go all the way there… she´ll think I´m a stalker or something. UGH!” He was frustrated.

One day, a random day, when he was feeling all down because this would be the tenth time he runs past her house and he can´t see her. But today was different. She was there!

And not just there in her porch. She was in her front yard! Close to the sidewalk!!!

Colin was about half a block away from her house; however, his eyes were always looking at her place´s direction when he got close. There was always this small concern in him, while he was trying to look unsuspicious and also ensured while running, his eyes always went straight to her house.

But today, when he turned, she was there! And not just there, she was closer to him! In a way, she was actually watering her grass.

“This is it!” he thought, “this is my chance! Quick, think on something clever to say…” Colin was not prepared for such an approach. Watching at her from the distance was good enough, but starting a conversation with her, that could be unique!

Maybe he can get a glimpse of her boobs. Which gets him thinking, how tall are they?

Colin was fairly tall, 6´2”, and he thought Lillian could be somewhere near 6´8” or maybe 6´10”, which seemed extremely tall to him. But there was this small voice inside his head telling him she may be taller. But he wasn´t paying attention to that voice.

If he tried to look at her tits, maybe he´ll have to turn down, noticeably, duck a little, and that would be obvious. Indiscrete and rude. Making him look like a jerk actually.

But there´s so much he doesn´t know.

He wanted to sprint, rush his way to her. But he knew this could be weird. Speed up, and when he´s close, start jogging slower. A woman like her may be the center of attention of pervs like him. But could he be blamed?

He saw her, with her tight top, a gun-color grey shirt, she wasn´t wearing a bra. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed her large, protruding nipple on her bare breasts. No bra and those titanic breasts were so firm on their own? That was outstanding!

The bigger, the heavier, and the more they tend to hang; however, Lillian´s breasts, well this lady´s breasts to him who ignores her name, are so firm, so round, so… is he dreaming?

Nonetheless, he turned his attention towards other part of her body, not to make it so obvious he was leering at her tits. But as he did, he realized something, she was monumental!

6´8” seems tiny compared to this woman´s actual size. An absurd estimation. She was at least 7-feet-tall, and the closer he got, the higher the estimation got too.

Her legs, her shapely legs and wide hips were wrapped in some tight yoga pants, ones that only made it down to her calves, barely covering her knees actually. One step after the other, her body just looked curvier, thicker, taller…

7´6”? Was that close enough? He turned at her face, she hadn´t notice him, but of course he had notice her. She was so pretty. Her long, blonde hair, her pretty eyes, even without makeup, not that he cared for that stuff, but even like that, she had this glow all over. Was he in love with her? Or was she one of those cougars that draw every man´s attention at them? Or was it her size?

He had to crane his neck, a good deal, and to think that he believed he was tall. She was enormous! She even made him feel tiny. He was sure of one thing, he was not shoulder-level, that was for sure.

Colin wanted to wave at her, he had no idea what to say. Just wave, like the other day. Well, the other day he actually greeted her, but he´s certain that, after seeing how truly tall she is, there´s no way anything can come out of his mouth. He´ll be lucky if he can even make a sound.

But when he was around ten-feet away from her, she turned. Maybe it was not a good time for it. However, when she turned, she allowed him to glare at her majestic ass. Her butt was firm, hefty, big! Strong and yet soft-looking, mighty and still so feminine. He gawked at her.

Colin had an idea, why not stopping? Greeting her? Complimenting her for being awake at such early hours. It was around 6:30 am, not all people get up to work on their yards. But what if it´s not as he thinks? What if he´s just gives the wrong impression?

What if she finds it offensive? What if he just bothers her? He doubted on it. He aborted the mission without even actually going for it. He decided not to approach. To just run by, he could see her in another ten days.

But what if he doesn´t? What if she doesn´t come out? What if she even moves out? What if it rains? What if the world ends? He was exaggerating, but she was worth it… possibly.

He knew nothing about her, and yet, he was pondering about what to do. His feet slowed down, then sped up, then just one, and the other stopped, and the other moved forward. He was just so close. He could nearly smell her sweet aroma… creamy…

He was so confused about what to do, so nervous. In the end… he tripped.

“Oh NO!!!” he fell, straight on the sidewalk. Right in front of her house, maybe a step or two away from her. He fell, right over his stomach, even scraping his wrists a little on the harsh cement.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” she spoke.

Her voice, it was coming right from behind him. Above him. His heart stopped for a second. Had he just fell? And, did she hear him?

Of course she did! He screamed while he fell. Did he sound squeaky? Weak? Pathetic? He was self-conscious right now, still, it was time to get up.

“SURE!” He said as he pushed himself up and stood up. But when he did, his jaw just… dropped.

Lillian was mammothlike. Enormous, tremendous, astonishing. His eyes were leveled with her boobs, and not even the top. As he craned his neck to look up, much more than he first thought, his heart sank on his chest, even his knees trembled a little.

She was hotter in person, her boobs were so big, protruding, he wanted to fake a fall and land right on her soft bosom, but she could literally beat the shit out of him if she either knew he was doing it on purpose or just got mad about it. A woman her size, and with boobs that big, must get that a lot, mostly unpleasant hints.

Colin had no idea what to do, or say. She was standing there, smiling down at him. She was a colossus, a titan, a goddess. The light breeze made her hair blow as the one of a queen, a muse, an angel. And he was just standing there, way below her eye-level, unable to speak.

He wanted to rise his hand and maybe introduce himself, to show some confidence, but there was nothing like that left in him.

Lillian was twenty-one inches above him. And at least three-hundredth pounds heavier. Well, three-fifty. He felt tiny, insecure, shy.

“Awww, look at that, does it hurt, sweetie?” she said as she bent over and reached for his hand. She could see some minimal bruises there, nothing more than a scratch, but being the way she was…

He swallowed as her large hands took his in, his hand seem so tiny compared to her enormous ones. And as she leaned forward, her breasts just smooched closer to him. He was trying not to stare, but they were literally at his eye level, this was too much.

“You know,” Lillian spoke as she stood straight, placing one hand on her wide, soft hip, “I can get some alcohol to clean this up, or even hydrogen peroxide, you know, so it won´t burn so much… would you like that?” she offered, smiling at him.

Lillian couldn´t help it, he tripped and was now injured, maybe not too much, but being the huge mommy she was, she went straight to taking care of him. Even if he was a stranger.

“Uhm… s-sure?” What had he just said? Colin was so nervous, and the worse part is, his member´s getting hard.

Being so close to this woman he had dreamed of meeting had stiffened his member. Her aroma, so sweet, so creamy. Her cheering size, her voluptuous body. Her huge breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. And her hips, he could fit three or even four of his on the width of hers. She was simply too big.

How come no one had mentioned the giantess that lived here? For sure, she was the tallest living woman, and probably the hottest too.

“Ok, no problem! I´ll get it for you… or would you like to come in? It will be easier…” Stepping in her house? HER HOUSE!

Was that an invitation for sex? A casual flirt? He had no idea how women her age did this sort of things, although, she wasn´t that much older, at least she didn´t seem like it. And there´s also the chance that she´s just being nice.

“Come on, man. What could a woman her size would want to do with you? Even her dildo must be the size of your whole arm…” Colin thought as he took a step forward and smiled at her. He just nodded, worried his member will poke thorough his pants any time soon. Now he regrets wearing such tight joggers.

“Follow me, dear…” Lillian said as she lead him to her house.

She made a quick stop to shut the water key. And when she bent, his eyes went straight to her ass, so huge! Her hips were leveled with his chest, so her ass nearly boomed right on his face, well, not quite but that´s how it felt.

He would´ve broken in sweat if he wasn´t already sweaty. He swallowed again, and as she stood back up, he was praying she didn´t realize he was staring.

Lillian turned at him, smiled and said: “Well, you don´t speak much, do you, honey? Is it because I´m a little tall? Don´t be nervous. I don´t bite.” She chuckled.

“A little tall”? He´s the one who´s a little tall, she´s gigantesque! And now, he was going inside this giantess house. Sort of a dream come true; however, he was so nervous.

“Ok, honey. Why don´t you make yourself comfortable while I go upstairs to the bathroom and pick the cotton balls and the hydrogen peroxide. I´ll be right back.” She winked.

Was that flirting? Does she mean she´ll go upstairs to get something more comfortable? Take some clothes off?

Colin nodded. He didn´t know what to do, he only sat on the couch and decided to wait for her. Best case scenario, she comes back naked.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture her massive breasts, naked, her perky nipples bouncing together with her tits. Swollen, round, sexy.

He felt as if he could almost turn down and follow her curves, sensuous hips, wide, smooth. She was fleshy all over. Curvy. Stacked. Plump. She was a colossal fantasy come to live.

And she was just so tall. For a moment, the image of her carrying him into her room came to mind. She was so tall, so big. She was strong, for sure. Her arms were solid, not muscular, but he was sure she could pick him up as if he was nothing. Carrying him in her arms as if he was a light feather.

Her wide hips swaying, carrying the tremendous bulk of her firm butt, as she easily handled him. Carried him.

Why was he thinking this?

“Put it together, man!” he almost slapped himself out of this fantasy. This wasn´t normal. Why was he thinking on her that way?

He was not into tall women. Or had a fetish with amazons like her. He knew this was all because of the mammoth rack she had. Everything on her was big. She was titanic!

He wasn´t fantasizing on her size, he was only thinking on her that way because she was tall, very tall. That´s why he´s thinking that way. Comparing sizes, strength, height. It´s just because that´s the most evident thing on her, right?

While he was still defining if he had a healthy type of hots for her, she was upstairs, trying to hold herself back.

“Take it easy, Lillian. Just grab the things, clean him up, and let him go.” She wanted to pamper him; he was tiny. She was sure he was tall, but to her, he was so small. So short.

Lillian´s maternal instincts flourished when she was close to younger men. And he was injured. This was pulling things out of her.

“NO, don´t. Think of Jonathan, he must be missing you so bad! I can´t do this to him. I can´t betray my baby.” As she went upstairs, she was wondering if he´d like to eat, or even drink something.

The plan of shrining him was coming to her mind. Not so explicitly, but it was. If he drank from her milk, then he could help her tell when it was shrinking-free. Making it easier to her not to grow.

 He could help her, like some sort of tester, or even guinea pig, and in exchange, he´ll have all the sweet love and pampering…

“NO!” she didn´t even want to risk those ideas coming to her mind.

“Just clean his wound, make sure he´s fine and kiss him goodbye. NO!” she was already picturing herself imprinting a huge kiss on his forehead. She was so messed up.

She went down the stairs, trying to put herself together and not start this “shrink a man” thing all over. She had to keep herself, she couldn´t take care of another man if she wanted Jonathan to come back. That would hurt his feelings.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Lillian said, her loud steps coming closer to him. “I couldn´t find the bottle.” She giggled.

Colin could see how her boobs went up and down with each giggle. He didn’t even blink.

“Look at him, it´s obvious he wants to suck…” she thought, but she couldn´t let that happen.

“Ok now, let´s see that wrist of yours, sweetheart.” Clean him and say goodbye.

And that was exactly what she did. She even put a band-aid on him. But she didn´t kiss it. It hurt like hell not to, but she abstained.

She stood up, clearly seeing how he was leering at her massive body. He was so obvious. Poor guy.

Then, she proceeded to guide him to the door, before she did something she might regret.

“Thank you… uhm, I don´t… I don´t know your name. hehe. I´m Colin.” He turned around, speaking for the first time since he entered the house. Then, he rose his arm, reaching out for a handshake.

“Oh, no problem, sweetheart. You gotta be a friendly neighbor, right? I´m Lillian.” Her hand was huge, and her grip was so strong.

He was looking way up to her, and she was smiling. The tall, mature woman smiling down at this unsettled horny man.

She knew this was the right time, within a second, she made a plan. If he was the right man, to test her milk of course, then he´ll prove it.

“Do you… would you like to have a drink? You seem to have sweat a lot, I wouldn´t like it for you to go lightheaded because of the lack of water.” She had something in mind.

“Oh… for sure.” More time with her? He was in!

“Ok, here´s a glass…” she said as she was looking down at the glasses on the top shelf. And, when she grabbed the glass, she just added: “Oh, my phone, did you heard that? I think my phone´s ringing upstairs.” She was lying.

“I don´t hear…”

“I´ll be right back. Here´s the glass, feel free to open the fridge and pick whatever you like, ok? I´ll be back in a sec.” She had a plan, maybe this was something naughty to do, maybe she shouldn´t. But she´ll leave it all up to the hands of faith.

Colin was left alone on the kitchen, still feeling like an outsider on this tremendous woman´s house. He didn´t lose the chance to leer at her while she walked away, but he was unsure on what to do.

He had questions. Had her phone really rang? Did he miss it because he was too aroused by her? Too in trance staring at her enormity. He wasn´t too obvious, right? Or was his attention too diverted into her flesh that he couldn´t focus on anything that wasn´t the giantess in front of him?

While he stood there, looking down at the glass she placed in his hands, she made her way up, to “check” on her phone. This could be a ten-minute call, he doesn´t need any more time.

As Lillian´s column-like legs stride to her room, she was happy. Maybe this was it, maybe this was just the distraction she needed. A new young man, to look after, to care for. To protect.

Lillian felt bad for betraying Jonathan´s trust, but no one set any rules while they were not together. If this new guy, Colin, finds his way to the milk, then that´s just the universe giving her a new chance.

Probably her milk will work as it should with Jonathan. Maybe the shrinking effects finally stop.

She was uncertain about the upcoming future, should she keep him? If he gets too small, there´s no way she´ll allow him to go back to the real world. But she´s getting way ahead of herself, first, he must try the milk. On his own, without her pushing him to it, without even giving him a hint, a clue on what to do. She will give him some space, but if he makes the right decision, then…

Lillian sat on her bed, making the whole thing creak beneath her weight. She couldn´t be blamed, after last night check-up on her milk, she woke up a bit taller. She was officially an Eight-feet-tall amazon. A goddess.

Her body, so large, so plump, carrying a feminine figure. A thick hourglass shape. With legs so thick that they may as well be considered pillars, hips so wide she can barely make it through the door; sideways, because now she´s ducking to make it through her bedroom´s door, and bathrooms around the house.

Her butt was enormous, a huge, firm, and round bulk, sensuously defined, hefty, gorgeous. And her boobs were simply out of this world. May each tit be bigger than a stuffed turkey, softer than a pillow and containing more milk than a cow´s tit. Maybe that´s what she was now, a never-ending source of milk. Does this make her a cow-girl? She certainly had the size for it.

While she stood at her bedroom, looking out the window and checking on her phone´s watch, Colin was downstairs, looking at the fridge.

“Well… I am thirsty, that´s for sure.” Thirsty for her body, more than anything. But she was right, he´s been running for at least an hour. His mouth felt kind of dry, and he carried no water bottle with him.

As he stood there, looking at the silver-colored doors of on the fridge. Which would even look tiny compared to Lillian. He wondered whether it was or wasn´t a good idea to open the fridge. She literally said he could. But what if he instead waited for her?

“Will she be upset if I grab something I shouldn’t? Or, if I don´t grab anything, will that be considered rejecting her hospitality? Ugh, why do I have to overthink this?” Maybe he was because he wanted to give her a good impression, or at least not to give the wrong one.

He reached out and opened the fridge. The light illuminated his face as he met the inside of it.

The fridge was packed! There were tons of vegetables, some cold-meats, sweets, fruit. It was full of food. But he can´t say he wonders why, a woman her size must definitely eat a lot.

And that mild thought made his dick twitch a little inside his shorts. Was he hot because she was bigger? Like, too much of a woman to him? Does he feel like this is a challenge? To see if he can get laid with the amazon. She´s a dream girl, well, woman.

Mature, pretty, independent… is she married? He´s got this same doubt again. This wouldn´t be some sort of affair? He can only try to picture the guy who´s married to her. Best case scenario, he´s not as tall as her, but still way taller than him, worst case scenario, he makes her look small. He swallowed.

However, this house doesn´t seem to be the place of a married couple, it looks more as if she was a single lady. Which he understands, who´ll be man enough to please this big beauty? Or who´ll be brave enough. Most men are insecure whenever they are close to a woman taller than them, they would definitely not marry one. Much less a giantess like Lillian.

“Lillian… what a pretty name…” he thought as he smiled. She was just so… nurturing to him. He had to know, was she single? Was she like, free to seduce? He´s been told he´s handsome, now it could be a good time to check that out. What´s the worst that could happen?

He spend around two minutes looking up and down the fridge. He wanted to go for a glass of water, something simple, but he couldn´t see any. Not a single pitch with fresh water. And this fridge didn´t have a water dispenser on the door. She he went out to look for something else.

He didn´t want to go for any alcohol, it was too early to drink. Unless this had been some sort of test, what if she came down with a cup of whine? Still, there was no whine in there. Not even a single beer.

Colin wanted something cold, fresh even. That´s why he didn´t go for tap water. Speaking of drinks, the fridge was empty, except for…

“Milk?” He reached out and grabbed a pitch with milk on it. The pitch was full.

Lillian knew she couldn´t just throw away the milk every time she pumped herself. She kept it on the fridge for a day, then, after another pump-up, she threw it and stored the new milk. She had the idea that, if her milk became normal milk, she could take a pitch full of “safe” milk for Jonathan to try it, and be sure it was safe for him to go back with her.

Right now, she´s happy she kept this milk stored on the fridge. Aside of keeping it from spoiling, it was the perfect trial to see if Colin would be his next… candidate.

After pulling the pitch out, he closed the fridge´s door. Then, he placed it on the counter, together with his glass. He wondered, what type of milk was it? Cashew? Whole? He knew women were kind of… picky with what they ate. The milk wasn´t even on a regular gallon, it was on a pitch. So, it´s probably some sort of lactose and fat free, organic milk. If only he knew how organic, and fresh this was.

“I hope you like my milk, honey… it´s fresh.” He would´ve showered himself on it if he knew they came from her heavenly breasts. But telling him would be sort of cheating.

He poured the milk, filled his glass and thought, oh well. Then, he brought the glass close to his lips. Slowly, he rose the glass, letting the milk flow gently inside his mouth. He was amazed, it was thick, sweet, delicious.

He hasn´t drink any milk in a few weeks, but no milk he´s ever had taste quite like this one. It tastes so sweet, but so natural at the same time. Buttery, but light. Creamy, but not dense. He closed his eyes and just drank, appeased. Drinking the milk was relaxing even.

“Ahhh, so good.” He said as he placed the now empty glass on the table, with a couple bubbles of milk inside.

He wanted more, but he abstained. It was so sweet, so good. But he was a fit guy. He knew that he must not have too much of a good thing, it´s not good for a diet. Not that he was on a strict one, but he wanted to watch what he was eating, else, all this running could be in bane.

He was tempted to get another glass, but he didn´t. He just placed the pitch back on the fridge and turned around.

He was a little disappointed Lillian wasn´t back by now. Maybe that was a real call and she was busy. She´s been gone for five minutes or so. He wandered back into the living room and waited for another minute.

This time, Colin paid attention, he couldn´t listen to her voice. Maybe she was not on a phone call anymore. If she had any interest in him, she would´ve been back by now.

He waited for a minute, and there were no signs of her coming back.

Colin felt a little sad, he can´t deny that. When she rushed to his help, he thought she cared. For a moment, even for a second, he felt special. And he thought that when she offered him something to drink, that she´ll pull out a bottle of whine and then, who knows. Maybe something naughty would happen.

But it wasn´t like that. He was down there, alone in this lady´s house. He didn´t even knew her name until a few minutes ago. Maybe she was just nice, or maybe she was looking for an excuse to stop watering her garden. Whatever her reasons were, it was time to leave.

He went straight to the door, turned back, in case she was coming, but she was nowhere to be seen, just an empty house. He turned back up front and reached for the door´s knob. He opened the door and stepped out. Quietly, a little defeated.

He was out, and on his way back home now.

Just a few minutes later, Lillian stepped out of her room.

“I think this was time enough.” She thought as she walked down the stairs. She was eager to know what his decision had been.

“Sorry for taking so long, it was an old friend of mine…” she announced herself as she made her way into the kitchen, an empty kitchen.

When she realized he wasn´t there, she thought he may have gone back to the living room. But when she went out to check, he wasn´t there.

“Colin? Honey, are you here?” she walked around the house for a moment, looking for him, he was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found. He wasn´t even replying. She went out, and he was not even on her front porch.

“He´s gone…” Maybe she took a little more time than she should´ve. She was trying to give him some time, but she may have overdone it. “I should´ve known, young men get bored easily… shame on me.” She walked back into the kitchen.

Maybe he left right after she went upstairs. She should´ve listened, kept her door open and keep close attention to what he was doing. She wasn´t even sure if he took the pitch.

She was about to open the fridge, but with the corner of her eye, she spotted the glass on the counter. A used glass. She smiled when she reached for it and saw some bubbles, together with a few while, creamy liquid right at the bottom.

“Awww…” she smiled. She felt so proud, so joyful. He went straight onto it and made the right choice.

She went back to the fridge, pulled the door open, bend and searched for the pitch.

“Let´s see…” she took a closer look to the marks on the pitch. Wondering how much of it has he had. “It looks like… a glass, yeah, that sounds about right.” She had no idea how tall he was, she´s been growing so much lately.

But she could definitely tell if he had shrunk. It was easy to tell. Now that she had some experience, she could tell what to check on this new guy. The most obvious thing were his clothes.

He wore this slightly tight gym clothes on. If they became baggy, then she had a “tester”, to help her know when the effects on the milk were over, if they ever will be.

“Thankfully, I don´t have to become a giantess, I´m so big now.” Her clothes felt tighter than they should, and she was sure her furniture will not hold someone her size for too long, much less if she keeps growing, but now, Colin seemed to be around.

Her main question is, what to do with him?

The rest of the day was kind of weird for Colin. For starters, he was feeling really tired. He tried to shove it off with some coffee, but it just wasn´t enough.

He ended up being in bed nearly three hours earlier than he usually was. But he couldn´t help it, he felt so drowsy.

As soon as he laid his head on a pillow, he closed his eyes, and within a second, he was asleep.

Snoring softly. Ignoring everything around him.

Lillian was sure on one thing, that batch of milk, it was still the shrinking type. Hopefully, it wasn´t as strong as it used to be, but she wasn´t sure. But this time, Colin will help her find out.

As he took these deep breaths, filling his lungs with air and then letting it out smoothly. His body began to change.

Little by little, his legs shortened, his shoulders narrowed. But it wasn´t such a drastic change. He had one glass, and to Lillian´s surprise, the effects were washing off, however, the milk still had some consistent effects on people.

Most likely, Colin won´t notice the change. He could, if he measures himself. But if he doesn´t, well, then maybe he won´t even tell he´s already shrunk.

Lillian was uncertain, what to do? He already had some of the milk, if he wakes up smaller, how much? Will he know it was the milk?

Her main question may be, will he come back for more? She was eager to find out.

The next day, Lillian stood on her porch. Wondering, will he come back? Will she be able to see the results of this improvised experiment of hers?

She wasn´t sure how things will be. But she knew one thing, if this new guy will become her, per se, guinea pig, what will the next step be?

She woke up early, trying to be there the most she could, wanting to spot him while he passed her house. She needed to intercept him.

“Should I join him on his jogging?” She wondered, maybe she could be sort of his new partner. Casually running together with him.

That wasn´t such a bad plan. But it wasn´t so normal. If they had known each other for a while now, then there would be no problem. But they just, officially, met yesterday. They barely know each other´s name. It would be kind of creepy if she randomly decided to run with him.

On the other side, he wouldn´t mind. Watching Lillian´s eight-foot form jogging. Her long legs giving long, powerful strides as the rest of her body bounces. Her flesh, her sexy, plump flesh going up and down; a bounce on her huge knockers, but mostly her butt.

Her butt going up and down as he could “casually” be a little left behind. Giving him the perfect chance to leer at her massive assets while he´s slightly behind her. It would be logical; her hips are about the same level with his chest. Colin would love that. However…

“Too soon. Hmm…” Lillian said as she looked around, watching the rest of the houses on the block, thinking: “I wonder where he lives…” She had no idea Colin didn´t live on the same street, not even on the same neighborhood. Both keep secrets from each other.

But on Colin´s end, he´s not keeping any secrets. She greeted him, assuming he lived there, and he just greet her back. Lillian´s the one who´s actually keeping a huge lie. She set everything up, surprisingly convenient at the time, and “started” him on her milk.

Her milk may have a certain spell on everyone who drinks it, making them want more. As if it was the sweetest thing, the creamiest sense, or the most delicious drink one has ever have. But it didn´t work that way with Colin. Lucky for him, or else, he would´ve shrink more than he did.

Colin woke up, a little later than usual. Way later to take a morning run.

He woke, slowly, feeling rested. It was actually a very nice sleep the one he had last night. The best in weeks. Nonetheless, he may have overslept a bit.

Waking up early to get a morning run is a challenge for some, at first, but then, you learn how to manage your time. With time, you know how long it will take to run a certain distance, when to start heading back. Manage the times, in order to be punctual for work. And when he saw the watch next to his bed, he knew it.

“No! there´s no time!” He took an hour and a half to go and come back. But with his new “route”, adding Lillian´s place to it, he now took a little less than two hours.

He woke up by 5:00 am, drank some water, changed his clothes, put on his old running shoes and left his place. Giving him enough time to be back home by 7:30, take a shower, a quick breakfast and be ready for work by 8:30 am. He was lucky to live fifteen minutes away from his working place. He was punctual, stepping inside the building ten minutes earlier, five at least. But today, it seems there no chance for him to go for a run.

“How did I…? It´s already 7:30! FUCK!” Was there enough time? Not at all.

Even if he ran all the way there, even if he rushed. He wouldn´t make it back to his place on time. Would it be worth it to be late to work? He´s a good employee, maybe they won´t mind him being late one day.

He could also take a cab, be driven all the way, stop a block or two before getting to her place. Spray himself with some water, make him look wet, a bit soaked in sweat. And pass by her place at around 8:00 am, just to see her. Maybe chat a little more, he already knows her name. He could start a conversation, maybe she´s watering the plants again?

“Lillian…” he thought, remembering her name, which sounded so right. Like the flower. Peaceful, pure. And passionate at the same time.

But he thought he was just trying to live a lie. What are the chances that she´d like to speak with him? She was kind enough to help him yesterday, that´s a good thing, right? Or was it pity?

He stood there, overthinking everything, and by the time he turned back at the watch, ten more minutes had gone by. She was totally worth being late, or even skipping work one day. Maybe he can call in sick, claiming he had some stomachache, or using yesterday’s trip as an excuse. But he wasn´t like that. He was a guy who didn´t take much risks.

“I´ll take a shower… and make something more than just a coffee for breakfast, for once.” He made up his mind. For good or wrong, he won´t be seeing Lillian today. But hey, it´s not the first time. Besides, this seems to be for good…

“He´s not coming…” thought a slightly upset Lillian, who was still waiting at her porch by 8:30 am. Where was he? No idea.

This made Lillian thoughtful. She wanted to see him, but not just because he´s been the only human interaction she´s had in days, but because he´s her key to get Jonathan back.

She needed to see him, to check on his height. She had a plan, well part of it. She wanted to see if he was shrinking. If she kept giving him her milk, she can get benefited by it. First of all, she won´t need to grow to unknown proportions, and number two, she gets another thing to do throughout the day.

She was really bored nowadays. She needed something, anything. And now, she may have found what she wanted. Both, a way to keep him in the loop, and also, a way to get some… action.

“He´s been looking at me, right?” she could tell, well, it was hard not to look at her. She was monumental! Thick all over. Uncapable of going through doors without ducking. And each of her boobs was as big as a beach ball. If not bigger.

She was a tall, hefty woman. Sensuous to the core. She knows he was nervous, not because he was shy, but because of her. She can make anyone nervous. But there´s a good thing in that.

Lillian´s been having these urges, sexual urges. And she´s starting to get tired of pleasing herself. She´s been holding this thought back but maybe it´s time.

“I think… I need a lover.” She spoke as she stood up and turned to her place. Then, with these naughty ideas in mind, she entered her house.

Lillian made up her mind. It was about time to get a new special someone. Not special like Jonathan, it was time to get some sex. She needs it.

Next time Colin comes by, whenever that is, she´ll start with this new phase of her plan. Seduction.

Which will be fairly easy, he´s already hooked, she just needs to pull a little.

Colin was too disappointed and too distracted with Lillian to realize some things. For once, he was no longer the same guy he used to be, not vertically speaking.

He didn´t lose a noticeable amount of height. An inch, that´s it. Lillian´s milk was in fact losing some of its effect, but it still had some power. He´s now a 6´1” guy, still fairly tall, he won´t notice much of a difference, and no one else either.

He kept nagging himself for oversleeping, with Lillian on his mind. She was simply huge, but in the sexy way. Does he want to be with a huge, and possibly married, woman? This was not a personal fantasy of his, but he´s single, free and, certainly, Lillian´s a beauty. A mature, kind, tall cougar.

Whenever he thinks on her, his heart starts beating faster. And the same goes for someone else, but not on the same way.

It´s been a while since Jonathan escaped Lillian´s prison. A while since he´s moved out, with Melissa.

She´s been kind with him attentive. Knowing he´s got some special needs now. Being a 1´2” shrunken man means one thing, everything´s out of reach. He can´t even open the fridge´s door.

She took a few days off work to set everything up, but she still needed to go back to work. Which means, he´s home alone all morning, until 5:00 pm.

But that´s a good thing, he was able to go back to his gaming. After a long, and kind of a lie, of an explanation, he was back to business. Yes, he lost a fair amount of viewers, but he can´t blame them. He was nowhere to be found for weeks.

After a while, with some of Melissa´s help, ok, with a lot of her help. He set his station up. Added a tiny keyboard, and a tiny mouse, and he was back on the game. The good news is, his screen is HUGE. And so is everything else…

Melissa is basically doing nearly everything for him. Cooking, cleaning, setting up the shower. She doesn´t mind, Melissa knows he needs help; and she´s also afraid he´s a bit… traumatized. On the other hand, Jonathan´s a grown man who lost most of his independency, and all thanks to this demon dressed as an angel of the neighbor next door. It´s painful, but he knows better not to think about it.

“Alright, thank you guys for being here, I know it´s been a crazy month the one we had, but I´m glad everything´s turned back to normal now. See you tomorrow, at the same hour. Bye, bye.” That was it for today´s stream.

Of course, there were some changes. The first days, he said his camera got messed up, and he basically had no camera on him for a few days. But he knew he couldn´t go on like that forever, everyone was expecting him to be there. Visually speaking.

He was clever enough to get a green screen, so that there was not a huge contrast between his size and the rest of the regular sized stuff around him. He even covered the chair. He had everything settled. Things that couldn´t be covered, like his microphone, they were simply off camera. Including also the booster seat, or seats, he needed to reach the desk.

He felt silly, stupid even, but there was just no other way.

Also, there was this slight, not too bad, fact that Melissa had to leave something for him for lunch. Half a sandwich, and a small drink. Since he couldn´t eat much more.

Lillian´s boobs literally hold about a gallon of milk on them, which he has drank. But it seems solid food doesn´t work the same. Apparently, her milk is, as she said, light and easy to digest. Pretty convenient, for her.

This is not the best, but he can´t complaint.

Besides, he´s no longer with the huge psycho Lillian was. The huge nightmare mommy she became for him. Now, he´s with Melissa, the lovely lady, still very big though.

There hasn´t been any difference on their heights. He´s still pint size, and she´s still a 6´6” amazon. And smokin´ hot! Now, he´s with this woman he really likes being with. One could say this is a dream come true. But it isn´t.

He feels like a burden to her.

Jonathan knows what Melissa wanted, and taking care of a man who was shrunken is not it.

She shared her goals with him on the very first date they had. She wanted to travel. See the world, move out. But with him there, that´s not likely to happen. Besides, he´s not even sure if she’ll take him with her.

She knows she would, she´s a great woman, and really caring; she was so concerned, when he read the messages she left him while he was “away”, he knew she cared. But it doesn´t mean there´s not something else she´d like to do, instead of taking care of him.

He feels bad. Jonathan knows he´s in need for help. Even if he hates to admit it; but he´s uncapable of getting anything done. Even climbing a chair is hard.

She doesn´t show it, but he´s ruining her plans. Messing up with her goals. He´s… holding her back.

“Maybe… if I was with someone who wanted this…” he thought. But Jonathan knows only one person who´ll dedicate her life to take care of a shrunken man like him.

He was “custom” made for Lillian. Shrunken down to fulfill her desires. Become a surrogate of a kind. He didn´t like it. Not a bit. And thinking about it just gives him crossed ideas.

He struggled to escape, and one day she just let him go. He asked no questions since that´s what he wanted. But what will happen next? He should´ve thought about it.

The effects of the milk were not disappearing. He wasn´t growing back to his old size. Instead of stepping out like a free man, he walked out like an abandoned, dependent, and partially needy guy. That wasn´t fair.

Melissa welcomed him in her house. She was happy to see him again. He knows there was a little something between them, a sparkle if you please. Even after all this mess took place, she was supportive. She was always there. Even the reason why she grew was because she was helping him. However, what has he given back?

After turning off the streams, after climbing down that chair, after walking, slowly, to the other room; Jonathan´s always thoughtful. Is there somewhere he could be? Is there somewhere he can fit right?

Every time he makes himself that question, the only place he sees fit on is Lillian´s house. The jovial woman, filled with joy every time she spots him. She wants him with her.

And she still does. But it seems they are kind of… giving themselves some time? Meanwhile, he´s living with Melissa. Partially wondering if they can become a couple. She´s so hot, and so… big.

She´s an amazon. A 6´6” fleshy, sexy, shapely lady. She´s so hot. But he doesn´t want to push anything and end up ruining what they have. He already feels out of place, let´s not ruin that even further.

“It´s… 3:00 pm… she won´t be home until 5:00…” he declared after he decided to climb the couch and lay there for a while.

This doesn´t feel as right as it should. He thought he could get back to his old life, but one thing was clear, he can´t.

He even told Melissa that he could take care of himself, move back to his place and climb up and down to get whatever he needed. But she just disapproved. In a concerned way, of course. Back then, her answer was clear:

“What? You want to live alone? Jonathan, look at you, you can´t. Trust me, it will be easier if you move in with me. I´ll take care of you while you… recover. And it´s fine, you don´t take up much space after all…” she giggled with that last part.

She said she didn´t mind. But is that true? She´s nice, and supportive. She even helped him set everything up to get back to work. But does she worry? Is she concerned that one day she´ll come back home and find him injured? Starving? He´s a burden, and he knows that.

He feels he just doesn´t belong in the real world anymore…

The day, so far, wasn´t quite what anyone wanted. Both, Lillian and Collin were upset because they didn´t have the chance to see the other; each one ignoring the reasons, or feel, of the other. And Jonathan´s been having this despondency every day. But things may get a little better on the late evening…

Colin was back on track. At around 7:00 pm. He couldn´t wait for the next day. He just couldn´t! Lillian came to his mind at all times. He wanted to see her, he needed to see her.

She was colossal, making him feel small, almost intimidating. But she was a gentle giant. Yesterday, he felt welcomed, cared for even. But he left the house before things got somewhere else…

Maybe she wanted him to go upstairs and look for her?

“Shit. What if she was naked on her bed. Her huge, soft body covered only by the sheets of her bed. Was I supposed to go look for her?!” He was overthinking everything. Maybe she gave him a sign and he just missed it. But that won´t happen again.

He´s jogging on the late evening. The street lamps turning on as he makes his way. He could clearly see the remaining daylight getting dimmer and dimmer until the night´s darkness began to fill the sky.

Stars appearing on the slightly cloudy sky. The sky was beautiful, quite a sight you can´t get on the extremely illuminated center of the city where he worked. But here, on this peaceful neighborhood, it was quite a view. One he didn´t took, or had, the time to appreciate.

Colin was almost there, just two blocks away from his goal. Lillian. He was sweating, he rushed, literally running over there. He just got home, got changed and drank some water. It would be strange if he appeared in front of her place on his office clothes.

As he made his way, breathing heavily, his heart beating faster than ever; a combination of excitement and exercise, together with a pinch of arousal, was making his heart race. He could already picture Lillian´s mammoth breasts. The smooth bounce of her bosom as she moved. He felt quivers down his spine.

His legs felt a bit like burning. He had developed some condition after a few weeks jogging, but he may have overdone it. He never ran this long. He was starting to get exhausted. But she was worth it.

“I… got… almost… there…” He forced himself to make it through the last block. He could already smell the sweet aroma of her house. Was it? Or was he just too tired he was already imagining things.

He was able to force himself the last couple feet, but right at the last three. He just couldn´t run anymore. In fact, he barely gave the last couple steps. One… two… three… and that´s it.

His legs couldn´t make it. He had to stop. And take quite some deep breaths. He found himself huffing on the sidewalk, right in front of her house.

Colin turned at the house. The lights on the patio were on, and so were the ones on the porch. He could see the lights on the living room on as well. She was there. For sure.

Now, the question is, should he knock? Ring her bell? Could Colin stop by and maybe thank her for what she did yesterday? Was that a good enough excuse?

The truth is, he couldn´t move. His legs were tired, a hot feeling, almost burning, spreading under his skin. His muscles had gotten the work-out of his time, that´s for sure. His mouth felt dry. Could he ask for a glass of water? Or would that be too much?

“She´ll think I´m one of those people who abuse someone´s hospitality. Should I even knock?” He had the hope that she´ll be outside. Picking up her mail or… whatever a single woman living at the suburbs does.

Colin swallowed. He made it all the way there, was he going to be a coward now? The most likely answer was yes.

“I… for how long have I been standing here?” he looked around. Someone standing for so long in front of a house that wasn´t his, almost at night, that was kind of suspicious.

Colin had a really hard time deciding what to do. He wasn´t sure if he really wanted to knock. But he didn´t want to leave either. Plus, his legs were not responding. He wanted to give a step, but maybe he needs a little more strength for it now. His legs, when he´s able to move either, will feel extremely heavy.

What to do, what? He had no idea. He couldn´t decide. Lucky him, the front door was getting open.

Before he could even think of moving, Lillian emerged from inside her house.

The colossus of a woman ducking and stepping out of her house. Her huge form, moving so gracefully, her wide hips swaying from a side to the other sensuously as her feet made their way.

Long, heavy steps, she was enormous, and she was carrying a bag in her hand, one that seemed smaller than it probably was. Was she taking out the trash? He had no idea, what’s more, he forgot he was there.

Colin had no idea what to do. Suddenly, she turned at him. She noticed a guy waiting at the sidewalk. He was hard to miss, mostly because of the bright yellow track shirt he was wearing.

“Colin? Is that you? Oh, honey, what are you doing here? I thought you jogged in the mornings.” Of course, she saw him. She was just “casually” taking out the trash. “You look a bit tired, sweetheart. Would you like to come in? Maybe… have a drink?” Maybe milk?

Lillian knew exactly what she was doing. And yes, he does look tired.

Colin´s eyebrows rose. Was she inviting him in? Of course he wanted to come in! the only problem was… his legs don´t seem to be responding…