“Me?” Mark said.  “I’m a page editor and headline writer, not Harry Potter.  What makes you think I can find a way to break the spell on your girls?”

“First off, no one is trying to break any spells,” Lisa said.  “The girls’ existence is the result of the spell that left them this way.  If the spell were broken, they might die, or just cease to exist.  What we need is to rework the spell’s effects so it works more favorably for the girls.”

“And I’m supposed to be able to do that just because I’m good with clever word play to make people more likely to look at a story?” Mark said.

“That’s exactly right,” Lisa said.  “I’ve been researching this, and I think the girl’s names can be reworked, somehow, or used in new ways to help them.  But I can’t think of how.  We tried calling them by formal versions of their names -- Dolores for Dolly, Barbara for Barbi, Penelope for Penny -- but it didn’t have any effect.  Barbi went through a  stint where she wanted to be called Barb, but that ended quickly when she started shrinking.  We think the magic was going to make her the size of a thorn, which would actually be smaller than Penny.  She went back to being called Barbi right away, and reverted to this size.”

Barbi, still on Mark’s shoulder shuddered.  “I don’t like to think about that,” she said.

“But I don’t see how someone who wins awards for quick rhymes, alliteration and puns can help you with your problem,” Mark said.

“From the research I’ve done, there are several kinds of magic,” Lisa said.  “It can be based on a place, an object, or -- among other things -- words.  Words, and especially names, have power.  That power was invoked with the spell that gave me my daughters.  I believe, based on the ‘Barb’ experience, we can find some ways to tweak the girls’ situation using those kinds of words -- the subtleties of word play.”

Mark put his right hand behind his neck and rubbed it, being careful to avoid his passenger.  “That’s a huge responsibility,” he said.

From the speaker on the table he heard Penny.  “Please, Mr. Hames, help me.”

Barbi leaned into his ear.  “I’m not so worried about me,” she said, so quietly no one but Mark could hear, “But Penny can’t have much of a life like this.  I’d appreciate you helping her -- with all 11 and a half inches of me, if you’d like.”

Mark blushed again.  “Um … I’ll do what I can,” he said.  “And, actually, I already have an idea that may help Dolly.  I know Penny’s need is most urgent, but I’m stuck for her, at least for now.”

“Do it,” Lisa said.  “Help any of my girls you can, please.”

Mark nodded.  “I’ll need about an hour, and I’ll have some expense here -- not huge, but significant on a newspaperman’s pay.”

“I’ll cover anything I can,” Lisa said.

Mark nodded. He gingerly lifted  Barbi from his shoulder and handed her to Lisa.  “I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said.

Sixty-two minutes later, Mark returned.  When Lisa saw what he was wheeling up, she hit her head with the palm of her hand.  “Why didn’t I think of that?” she asked.

“That’s why you wanted me, with my skills,” Mark said.

Lisa helped him get the item in the door.  When Dolly saw it, she burst out laughing.  Barbi, the only other girl in the living room, was confused.  She’d never seen anything like this wheeled … thing before.  “What IS that?” she asked.

Dolly turned to her shorter sibling, gesturing with her arm toward what Mark had wheeled in.  “It’s a dolly!” she said.  “It’s used to carry things like furniture, or appliances, or stacks of heavy boxes.”

“It’s a …” Barbi said, still looking confused.  Then  the light dawned.  “Oh!,” she said.  “That’s brilliant!”

“Dolly, we need to get your namesake into your room,”  Mark said.  “If this works, you’ll want to keep one of these dollies wherever you live.  I think it may help reinforce the magic.”

“It can’t hurt,” said Dolly.  “Do you need my help?”

“I think your mom and I can get it, and I can probably do it myself,” Mark said.  “You can help when you’re bigger.”

Dolly clapped her hands and giggled.  Barbi smiled.  Mark was not only good-looking; he also was wicked smart and might really be able to help.

The next morning, Mark was awakened by a phone call.  “Mark, it’s Dolly.”

Mark blinked the sleep from his eyes.  “You sound different,” he said groggily.

“And, thanks to you, I need to buy new clothes!” Dolly said.  “Your idea worked!”

Mark sat up, now fully awake.  “So fast?” he said.

“Literally overnight,” Dolly said.

“That’s fantastic!” Mark said.

“And the best thing is, my body grew proportionally,” Dolly said.  “I’m just under five feet tall -- the same height as the ‘namesake’ in my room -- and I’m still really stacked and curvy!”

Mark was glad Dolly couldn’t see his cheeks and ears right now.  Then he heard another voice on the phone.  “Mark, it’s Lisa,” the new voice said.  “You’ve done really well.  One down, two to go.”

“Yeah, well, this was the easy one,” Mark said.  “It may take some time to figure out how to help Barbi and Penny.”

Mark heard a faint voice in the background.  “Barbi wants me to ask if it would help you to come over here and spend some time.”

“It might,” Mark said.  “If I immerse myself in your situation, I may get some ideas.”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you’re always welcome here, Mark,” Lisa said.  “You come over whenever you want as long as you want.”

“Thanks,” Mark said.  “I’ll take you up on that.”

Mark began spending as much of his free time as he could at the Hoests’ home.  Officially, he was working to try to help Barbi and Penny, and he worked seriously on that effort.

But Mark also had to admit that he was flattered by the attention of all three gorgeous women.  Dolly was her usual flirtatious self, but began to be drawn by the attention of other guys outside as her life in the world beyond the house entered a more normal phase.  But there was a joy both Penny seemed to have in his presence, a caring man in a world where men had been denied her.

And then there was Barbi.  She was something special, Mark realized.  He was aware that she was attracted to him, as he was to her.  But she also was devoted to her sister, to helping Penny find her way to normalcy, or at least something closer to normalcy.

It had been six weeks since Mark brought Dolly the dolly.  In that time, he’d spent a lot of time at the Hoests, but had come up with no more ideas.

Lisa was away on a two-week business trip.  Before Dolly’s growth, that would have been difficult, if not impossible.  Now she was able to make sure the household stayed running while her mom was away.

The morning after Lisa left, Mark arrived at the Hoests.  He would work the night shift, as usual, that night.  As he entered, Dolly was putting on a jacket.

“I’m heading out to have coffee with my new boyfriend, Jay,” Dolly said.  “And the oher two girls are waiting for you upstairs.  They have a kind of … special request for you.”  As Dolly slipped through the door, she said, “And, don’t worry.  I won’t be home until at least lunchtime.”  She smiled knowingly as she closed the door behind her.

Mark shook his head, confused.  He walked up the stairs and found Barbi, laying on her side in a seductive pose.  His ears turned beet red.  Barbi was stark naked, and the body that looked so good in the doll clothes was just as amazing out of them.

Then he blinked twice.  Mark realized that Barbi had someone on her shoulder.  It was Penny, who was herself lying on her side, also looking sexy.

“I don’t understand,” Mark said.

“Oh, yes, you do,” Barbi said.  “We can both hear how well you understand what we’re about.”

“Um, Barbi --”

“Mark, you’re the only man in our lives, and we’re both healthy young women.  And at least one of us is in love with you.”

Mark started to say something, but Barbi put her index finger to her lips.

“Look, we know you may not be able to help either of us, but we’re glad you’re in our lives,” Barbi said.  “And, let’s face it, we aren’t going to get a lot of opportunities to make love to a man in whatever ways we can.  It’s not just normalcy you can give us.  Penny wants to make love to you, and she’ll need my help to do it.”

Mark looked at Barbi, raising an eyebrow.  “And how do you feel?” he asked.

For the first time since Mark met her, Barbi blushed.  She looked incredibly cute, he thought.  “I … have the things I’d like to do, too,” she said.

Mark smiled.  “I think you can hear what I’m feeling,” he said.

Barbi looked at Penny, then up at Mark, a grin on the taller girl’s face.  “She says you are wearing entirely too many clothes,” Barbi said.

“I can fix that,” Mark said.

“Pick us up,” Barbi said.  “We’re going to Dolly’s room.  You’ll want a bed, and she said we could use hers.  Ours would be too small for you.”

So Dolly was in on this, Mark thought.  He picked up Barbi, who still had Penny on her shoulder.  He carried them into Dolly’s room.  The sheets were already turned down.  He placed the women on the bed, then started removing his pants.  The women watched, fascinated.  Mark remembered they had never seen a naked man before, and on top of that, he was as big as a tall tree to Barbi and a skyscraper to Penny.

Looking at both women, Mark knew his member already was standing at attention when he turned toward them,  Both women put their hands over their mouths at the same moment; he could hear Barbi’s accompanying gasp.  Penny’s was too faint for his ears.

“Is everything all right?” Mark asked.

Then  he realized the sisters were wide-eyed and grinning.  “Neither of us knew it would be so … big,” Barbi said.  “I mean, we knew intellectually, but that’s … that’s … Wow!”

“You like it?” he said.  “’Cause I like what I see.”

Barbi put a hand on her hip.  “I need to do more than see,” she said.  “I’m more of a hands-on girl, and so’s my sister.”

“So what you’re saying is --” Mark said.

“Bring it, Mister,” Barbi said.

Mark walked around the bed so as not to endanger his would-be lovers.  He got in, feeling his penis erecting even more.

Barbi walked over to Mark’s thigh and climbed up,  She poked the penis, which drifted lazily in the air; if anything, the action made Mark even harder.  Barbi laughed, walked over and placed her sister atop the tip of the dick.  Then she pressed herself against it.

“My gawd, it’s up to my tits!  And I think it’s still growing!” Barbi said.

“Just a little,” Mark said.

“Barbi looked up at him.  “It’s not just our inexperience!  You really are huge!” she said.

Mark moaned.

Barbi looked concerned.  “Are you all right?” she asked.

“That’s … pleasure,” Mark said.  “This is … amazing!  I can feel your breasts against me, and Penny … I don’t know what she’s doing, but it’s wonderful!”

Barbi looked at her little sister.  Penny was rubbing the opening at the tip of Mark’s penis, along the edge and from just inside.  “Great work, Sis,” Barbi said.

“You, too,” Penny said.

Barbi wrapped her arms around the cock, then bent down and kissed around the top, being careful to avoid her sister.  Mark moaned again.

Then Barbi heard a new sound at the base of the cock, coming from the balls -- and she realized that “coming” was a very appropriate word.  She used her feet to find the sweet spot she’d read about, and began to bounce there.

Mark moaned more loudly.  The semen roared through the cock.  Penny had enough warning to run to the high side of the tip before the deluge could wash her away.  She watched in astonishment as a geyser of cum shot out.  She glanced back at Barbi, whose jaw was hanging open.

Penny fell to her knees.  “Oh, I feel it inside,” she said.  “That was amazing for me, too.”

Barbi grinned.  “That made three of us,” she said.

Penny looked up at her sister.  “Thanks, Sis,” she said.  “I know how you feel about him, and I appreciate you sharing him.”

“No problem,” Barbi said.  “I’m still hoping to have him to myself down the line, but this was special, too, in a really weird kind of way.”

“Go talk to him,” Penny said.  “I’ll wait here.  This thing is alive, and riding it is fun, even on its way down.”

Barbi nodded and climbed up her man.  She stopped, sitting on his left pec, where she could hear and feel his heartbeat.  “Hey, handsome,” she said.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Mark said.  “You were fantastic.”

Barbi closed her eyes.  “You weren’t so bad youself,” she said.  “I’m … having an orgasm right now … and you weren’t even in me.  I think Penny is, too.”

“Glad to be of service,” Mark said.  He took a deep breath.  “So, where does this leave things with the three of us now?”

“I’m not sure,” Barbi said.  “It sure was a game-changer.  But I’m glad we did it.”

“Me, too,” Mark said.  He caressed Barbi’s cheek with his index finger.  “And you sure love your sister.”

“I’d do anything for her,” Barbi said.  “Even share … well, you know.”

“Yeah,” Mark said distantly.  “I do.”

Barbi’s brow furrowed.  “You OK?” she asked.  “You seem distracted.”

Mark smiled.  “It’s just something you said.  I think it may be the seed of any idea.  It just may need a little while to take root.”

Over the rest of the week, Mark and the triplets got into a kind of routine.  Dolly would leave for an early date with today’s latest beefy guy (Where was she finding so many guys with huge chests and biceps? Mark wondered ) and Mark would go upstairs to a session of mad, passionate sex with Barni and Penny.  Even better, as the week progressed , the young women were learning more of what they could do to please him, and he was finding subtle things he could do to return the favor.  Simply giving his cock and extra bounce brought either squeals of joy or gasps and moans of pleasure from the sisters.

There was no question in Mark’s mind that he was falling hard for Barbi.  She loved spending time with him, and they talked for hours when they weren’t having sex, even when Dolly was home.  He liked Penny -- was beginning to, in some sense, love her -- but it wasn’t the same thing at all.

Meanwhile, Mark studied and puzzled over his game-changer before and after his night shifts with the paper.  He was getting close to a solution, and he knew it.

On Monday morning, Mark got to the house.  A large, muscular man was waiting in a convertible out front.  As Mark approached the house, Dolly came bounding out, her breasts jiggling heavily, barely contained in her low-cut blouse.  “Have a good morning, Mark,” she said.  “Something slightly different is on track today.”

“For you, too,” he said.  “When you get home, I need you in on a conversation.”

Dolly looked at Mark, trying to decipher what this was about.  Then she smiled.  “Will do,” she said.  Then she turned to the car.  “Hey, Phil!” she said to the driver.

Mark entered to find Barbi -- just Barbi -- waiting at the top of the stairs.  He climbed up and sat near the top step so his eyes were level with hers when he sat down.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Mark said.  “Where’s your sister?”

Barbi looked nervous.  “She’s, um, … She’s taking the morning off,” the middle sister said.  I told her what I had in mind and why I had it in mind, and she decided, well … to take the morning off.”

“So, what did you have in mind?” Mark asked.

Barbi closed her eyes.  She looked as though she was afraid of what she was about to say, or afraid of the reaction it would bring.  Finally she blurted out, “Mark, I love you.”

Mark put his face right next to her body.  “I know,” he said.

Barbi put her fists on her hips and took a wide stance.  “Who are you, Harrison Ford?” she asked.

Mark chuckled.  “It’s a good thing you love me,” he said, “because I love you, too.”

Barbi took a deep breath.  “You do?”

Mark nodded.  Suddenly each of his cheeks had an arm hugging it.  He realized that Barbi was relaxing as she hugged his face.

Gingerly Mark scooped up the small woman.  She was naked.  He wasn’t.  He took her to Dolly’s room, where the bed was turned down, as usual.  “May I start today?” he asked.

Barbi looked confused.  “What did you have in mind?” she asked.

Mark lied down on the bed, still clothed.  “Sit over my mouth, and I’ll demonstrate,” he said.  Barbi, looking expectant, terrified and excited all at once, did as she was told, one leg over each of Mark’s lips.

Then she almost fell over with pleasure.  Mark’s tongue was gently flicking up, licking her vagina.  Bits of it worked her way further in her at moments.  The move was triggering orgasms in her, and they were just getting started.

After about 20 minutes, Mark gently lifted Barbi, who was limp with ecstasy, and placed her on his chest.  She lied there a few more minutes, then looked up.  “That was astounding!” she said.

“Thanks,” Mark said.  “I enjoyed it, too.  “I could taste when you were lubing up inside.”

“I can believe it,” Barbi said.  “From my perspective, that felt like a flood.  And I could hear that you were enjoying it.”

“Can you help me undress?” Mark asked.  “I’d like to do something else yet.”

“Me, too,” Barbi said.  She walked over and started slipping a button, bigger than her hand, through a buttonhole on Mark’s shirt.  It took a few minutes for her to walk down his chest, but soon the shirt was unbuttoned.

“Sorry that was so slow.” Barbi said.

“I’m not,” Mark said.  “I love having you undress me, and the feeling of you walking down toward … the business district.”

Barbi laughed as she grabbed the zipper of Mark’s pants and pulled with all her might to open it.  “Well, then, let’s get down to business,” she said.

Mark gently lifted her so he could safely remove his pants, then placed her by his fully-erect member.  She started playing a game they’d come to call “Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl,” straddling the dick and making it bounce.

Soon Barbi was spread out with most of her body along Mark’s cock and her face kissing its tip.  Mark stroked her back with two fingers, frequently finding his way to her derriere.

Then Barbi heard and felt the familiar surges starting.  She scrambled awkwardly up to sit atop the tip, holding onto its edges for stability.  She lined her pussy up with the tip and yelled, “Come on, Mark!  Come on!”

Then Mark came.  The force of the initial surge actually lifted Barbi for a moment.  She was filled to overflowing with Mark’s semen, and her insides were dancing far more than ever before.  She collapsed onto Mark’s belly.

Mark chuckled weekly.  “How … can this keep getting better?” he asked.

Barbi laughed.  Mark realized she was in such ecstasy she couldn’t speak.

He stroked her back with his right index finger.  “So, did we answer your question?" He asked.

“Oh … yeah!” Barbi said.

After lying there together for awhile, Mark said, “Barbi, I have an idea for how to help Penny -- and, later, you, but Penny needs to come first.”

Barbi sat up, her interest piqued.  “How would it work?” he said.

“Simple,” Mark said.  “My game-changer is a name-changer.  We legally change her name.”

“We thought of that years ago,” Barbi said.  “But the magic has so many trap doors, we couldn’t think of a safe name.”

“The trick is to think of the whole name,” Mark said.  “But this is something I should explain with Penny here.”

“Let’s go to her room,” Barbi said.

Once they were in Penny’s room and Penny was ready for them, Mark placed a small slip of paper -- as big as a tall ship’s sail to the ¾-inch-tall Penny -- with the proposed new name on it.

“Two middle names?” Penny said.

“That’s not as unusual as you might think,” Mark said. 

“So, if I understand this right, the first name functions as an adjective and makes the second and third names work,” Penny said.  “But isn’t the second name kind of old-fashioned? And couldn’t it be misinterpreted, as, like, a labyrinth?”

“That’s why it ends in a y,” Mark said.  “People know corny; there’s no such word as labyrinthy.  And no other adjective built on labyrinth can plug in.”

Then  Penny giggled.  “You know what that third name will do to me.”

Barbi smiled.  “Why should Dolly have all the fun?” she asked.

“I know one of the judges from a stretch as a reporter,” Mark said.  “ I believe I can get him here to do the name change when I explain that there’s a unique medical condition involved.  This should work, Penny.”

“Then let’s do it,” the tiniest woman said.

“Should we wait for your mom to come home?” Mark asked.

“No,” said the sisters simultaneously.  “Mom wants this done,” Barbi said.  “The best present you can give her for her return home is to hug her great, big, baby girl.”

Mark nodded.  “I’ll call Judge Shaw and make the arrangments,” he said.  “and we can tell Dolly about this when she gets home.”

Judge Roger Shaw stood slack-jawed as he stared at Penny.  “If I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it,” he said.

“You can see why I wouldn’t explain what illness Penny had,” Mark said.  “You’d never have believed me if I did, even though it was the truth.”

“You got that right,” the judge said.  “We’ll need you to sign the papers, Penny.  Can you do that?”

She saluted the judge.  Penny climbed onto and inkpad, then got off and traced a signature with her feet on the paper.

“Very good,” said the judge.  He turned to the court reporter he’d brought with him.  Let the record show that Penny Hoest has now legally changed her name to,” he read from his copy of the document, “Summer Maizey Melanie Hoest.”

Mark smiled.  He hoped this would work.

He next morning, Mark was surprised by a phone call.  “Mark, it’s Summer!” boomed a powerful voice.  “Boy, did your idea work!  Get over here and see the results for yourself!”

Mark arrived to find all three triplets in the living room.  Dolly and Barbi he recognized instantly;  Summer took a moment, and then was mainly because her skin still had a slightly coppery tone.

The Amazon who had been Penny was now an eight-foor-tall giantess.  She was long an lean, like a summer cornstalk, with long hair the color and texture of corn silk.  But she also had two other notable attributes -- breasts as big as fully ripe summer watermelons at the peak of their size and flavor.  She was also stark naked.

“Summer?” Mark said.

“Hi, Mark,” the giantess said. Suddenly she scooped him into a colossal hug, picking him up in the process.  In that instant, with the warmth of her massive mounds pressed against him, Mark was glad he’d thought to include “Melanie” in Summer’s new name.

Once released from the embrace, Mark asked, “Why are you naked?”

“I’ve never worn clothes because I was so tiny,” Summer said.  “And now there’s nothing here that would begin to fit this body.  That’s why I called you here.  I need your help.”

Mark was afraid of what kind of help the giantess would want, especially in light of his feelings for Barbi.  “How can I help?” he asked.

Summer stood up .. and up.  “Measure me,” she said.

“What?” Mark said.

“Measure me,” Summer repeated.  “I need clothes, and my sisters can’t easily reach this high.”  then she leaned down and whispered in Mark’s ear, “and, besides, you were both my first time and the man who gave me a life.  I can see how you and Barbi feel about each other, but don’t deny me one last bit of fun.”  Then  she smiled coyly, eyes locked with his.

Mark chuckled.  “Give me the tape measure,” he said.

The measuring went smoothly, except that Summer kept taking deep breaths to expand her already-prodigious chest when Mark was using the tape.  That made for a challenge, but he eventually got the work done.

Soon, Dolly left with the measurements to see if anything could be found in which to clothe her now-towering baby sister until they could get something tailor-made.  Summer went upstairs to call her mother with the news.  That left Mark alone with Barbi.  “Now, that just leaves you,” he said.

“About that,” Barbi said.  “Mark, the only name change I want won’t change my size.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asked.

“I like who I am, as I am,” Barbi said.  “Is that OK with you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”  Mark said.  “That’s part of what I love about you.  You’re comfortable in  your own skin, small as it is.  That’s a rare quality in a woman of any size, and very sexy.”

“Then don’t try to find a new name, or some other gimmick, to make me bigger,” Barbi said.  “Leave me little, and let me love you big-time from here.”

“ No problem,” Mark said.  “But what did you mean about a name ch-- Oh!  Now I get it.”

“Yeah,” Barbi said.  “The only name change I want is where I change my last name to yours.”

Mark smiled a crooked smile.  “I saw all those fashion-doll wedding dresses up there in  your room,” he said.  “do you already know which one you’re going to wear?”

“Going to?”  Barbi asked.

Mark nodded.  Barbi snuggled into his chest., climbing inside his shirt.  He felt her caressing his pecs.  Then she popped her head out.  “As a mattert of fact, I do have the dress picked out,” she said.  “We’ll do the ceremony here, and my mom will carry me down the aisle on a ring-bearer pillow to give me away.  Do you think Judge Shaw would do the ceremony?”

“He’d love it,” Mark said.  “Um… about the honeymoon …”

Barbi’s expression took on a playfully ornery look.  “Yes?” she said.

“I know this little bed and breakfast out in the country where we can get an old summer kitchen all to ourselves,” Mark said.

“A place where I can have you all to myself,” Barbi said.  “I like the way you think.”  Then she dived back into his shirt and started working her way down.

Undoing his belt and pants snap, Mark said, “I like the way you think, too.”