Sarah picked me up off her legs so she could stand, practically cradling me with both hands.  Carefully she lowered me to the ground and set me on the floor before standing up to her full, impressive height.  She bowed her back while stretching, and I gaped up at her.  Our sizes must have changed rather a lot during the night, since I was now several inches below her knees.  When she was done she gazed down at me, and we mutually admired the other’s size in silence.

She reached forward and prodded me in the chest with a toe, lightly shoving me back.  “What’re you waiting for, little guy?” she asked, poking me again.  “Aren’t you eager to find out how much taller I am than you now?”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied.  I found myself speaking a little bit louder than normal so I could be sure she heard me.  That would probably become more of a habit as I came closer to her ankles.  “I was just waiting for you to lead the way!”

“Me?  Oh no, this is all on you, small fry,” Sarah retorted, giving me another jab with her toe.  She leaned over when I was about a yard away from her, only making the trip due to the natural flexibility of her lithe body.  Her face loomed above, several times the size of my own, and she looked at me with her heavy-lidded bedroom eyes.  In a lower, much quieter voice she continued, “I want to watch you scurry away from me, knowing that at any time I can move faster and squish you under my foot.  Just imagining it is enough to get me going in the morning.”  Slowly she stood upright, fixing me with a coy grin from her lofty vantage point.

Just hearing that was enough to motivate me, and I began the slow journey toward the downstairs.  Sarah followed me closely, carefully exaggerating and measuring her steps so that her toes were always nipping at my heels.  Her calculated gait added heaviness to each of her footfalls, and I could feel how close she was even when she was not nearly making my shoes slip off.  I was practically in Sarah’s shadow the whole time, and I loved it.

When I reached the top of the stairs I stopped and looked down.  Each step was like a broad plateau down a terraced slope with significant drops between each tier.  Getting down was going to take a while.  Pleadingly I looked up at Sarah, who only smirked back at me.  “Well?  Aren’t you going to carry me down?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Sarah answered.  “I think you’ll look really cute hopping down one step at a time while a mighty giantess pursues you.  Besides, it’s probably the last time you’ll be able to use stairs without me carrying you, I should let you enjoy it!” 

I had always found it difficult to disagree with Sarah, and it seemed like the more she towered over me the more implacable she became.  Reluctantly I sat down on the top step, letting my legs dangle off the side for a second before pushing myself forward.  I landed on the next step in a crouch, then took my time standing back up.  Sarah quickly moved to take my place, watching me with an amused look. 

Before going down the next step I turned back to Sarah.  She had adopted a strong stance while watching me climb down the stairs.  I was level with her ankles from here and slowly looked up her towering body, disappointed that I could not quite see up her skirt.  When I finally reached the top she was looking very pleased with herself.  “You’ll be down there soon enough,” she promised, “just keep hurrying down those stairs.”

Progress was slow since I had to carefully prepare myself for each step I jumped onto, but after a couple minutes I made it to the bottom.  Sarah stepped down beside me, taking a moment to proudly stand over me.  “Wanna go back up real quick?” she asked, gesturing toward the stairs with her chin.  “You’d give a new meaning to the term ‘climbing stairs.’”  She chuckled at her joke then stepped over my head, pausing while she was astride me, then went to where she typically got measured.

I hurried after her, eager to see how tall she stood now.  When I reached the chair I usually stood on to measure her I found that its seat was a little above my head.  It seemed unlikely I would ever be able to measure her again.

“Don’t sweat it, short stuff,” Sarah said, like she had read my mind.  She was leaning against the wall and drawing the tape measure up her side.  “I kinda figured you’d be too small to help with this by now.  Why don’t you tell me about your dream while I measure myself?”

“It was dreams, actually,” I corrected, and Sarah twitched her nose out of curiosity.

“Oh?  That’s interesting,” she mused.  “The smaller you get the more dreams you have, hm?”  She pulled the tape measure up to her head.  “Well don’t keep me in suspense, what were they?”

“First there was Sam - that girl from the mall,” I began, realizing partway through that they had never been formally introduced.  “She stomped on me.  Then Amber and Michelle were flicking me back and forth until Michelle ate me.  And you were watching a movie when you spotted me out of the corner of your eye.  At first you thought I was a bug, then when you heard I was a man you got even more excited.  I played a little game of hide and seek between you and your feet, but you won and ate me too.”

“Dreaming about getting crushed by a little girl?  You’re going to some weird places with these things,” Sarah teased.  “Maybe I should go track her down so that she can watch you shrink in real-time, she seems like she’d enjoy it.”

“Don’t be too hasty with that, she might just have what it takes to steal me away from you,” I joked.  Unfortunately, it was a little too true in a literal sense.

“You sure about that?” Sarah asked, brimming with excitement.  “Because right now you’re dating someone who not only broke the seven-foot barrier, but completely smashed it!  I’m eighty-six inches tall!”

“Sarah, that’s amazing!” I shouted, then rushed toward her.  I fell against her leg and wrapped her shin in a tight hug, squeezing against her sock as strongly as I could.  “You’ve gotten so tall you’re actually a giantess!”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful!?” she ecstatically replied, rubbing my back with her other foot.  “And the best part is, it feels like this growth spurt’s only just starting!  I’m gonna get gigantic!”

“The titaness and her tiny boyfriend, we’ll be such a weird couple.”

“Not really sure it’s a couple if one of them is smeared on the bottom of the other’s shoe,” she teased, trying to pry me away from her leg with her toes.  “C’mon, let’s get you measured too, I need to know how tiny you’ve gotten.”

Reluctantly I let go of Sarah’s calf, then walked so I was standing between her legs.  I looked up to admire the view of Sarah’s panties, and she lingered a moment to let me.  When she finally stepped away from the wall I let out an exaggerated groan, then spun around fast enough that her skirt swung up from the momentum.  “Oh, like you won’t get your fill later,” she said, and I flashed her a huge grin.

Sarah kneeled in front of me and got the tape measure ready, strategically positioning a foot so that it her shin straight vertical right beside me.  I marveled at how much just this part of her leg towered over me.  Even her knees were at an impressive height compared to me, and when she pulled them all the way up her socks alone had at least an inch on me.

She rested her chin on the knee and peered down at me with an obsequious grin.  “I know something you don’t know,” she sang, tilting her head back and forth with the rhythm.

“Let’s hear it then,” I replied.  “Secrets are no fun if only one person knows them.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” she teased, leaning forward until her nose bumped against mine.  “And I know you’re gonna love it.  You might’ve figured it out already though, which makes the secret… mm, still pretty exciting, I guess.”  She leaned back so her chin was poised on her knee again.  “First I need to measure you and tell you about my dream.”

She held the tape measure straight up beside me and pushed in the notch, allowing her to lower it toward me.  “You’re smaller than I expected,” she announced with a giggle.  “Anyway, I was measuring you, a lot like this, but you started out bigger.  Every time I got close to measuring you though, you shrank.  I put my foot on you to try and make you stop, but that just made you shrink faster, and before I knew it – squish, right under my foot.  By the way, you are now an absolutely fantastic one foot, five inches tall!”

“Wow!” I exclaimed, staring up at Sarah.  She looked incredibly pleased with herself and kept her mysterious grin up.  “That’s amazing!  I’m almost shorter than your feet!”

“I know,” Sarah purred.  “Wonder what I’m gonna do when your whole body fits beneath my sole, hm?”

“Dunno,” I replied.  “Hopefully you’ll tell me this secret of yours before then.”

“I’ll tell you,” she began, lifting her chin up, “but first I’m gonna give you a hint and see if you can guess it.  Fair?”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered.  “Give me your best shot.”

“You asked for it,” she replied, smiling.  Slowly she came forward, her face looming closer until it butted up against mine.  Her face alone was half my height now, meaning I had even more of her beauty to appreciate, but she had to carefully place her eyes so that they were right across from mine.  This close I nearly had to choose which of her amazing gray eyes I wanted to look into while she bumped me into the wall.  “Well?  Any guesses?”

“You… haven’t given me a hint yet,” I responded, taking a long stroke of her rounded cheek.

“I have, though,” she said.  “This is it.”  I shrugged, causing her to grin even wider.  “I kinda want to keep you guessing, but this is too good to keep to myself.”  She leaned back and took a seat on the floor, but while her butt fell she grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me forward with her.  “So, you’ve been shrinking, right?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s been happening to me!” I exclaimed.  “I thought you had suddenly become thirty feet tall!”

“Shut up, I’m serious!” she responded, laughing.  “I will soon.  Anyway, I’ve been keeping notes, and it’s not an illness: nothing’s wrong with you, it’s just, like, a reverse growth spurt.  You should lose like an inch or two a day, and settle about a foot to half a foot shorter than where you started.”

“I’ve been shrinking a lot faster than that,” I reminded her.  “I’m almost three feet shorter than when you last measured me, even.”

“That’s where the secret comes in!” Sarah exclaimed.  “I just wish I’d noticed it before!  There’s a way to force it, for lack of a better word.  I’ve been doing it a lot without even thinking, but I first noticed it when you were trapped yesterday.  You see, whenever someone gets in your face like I just did, you get a little smaller.  It might be all at once, it might be steady as long as they stay there, I’m not sure, but it’s definitely a trigger of some sort.”

“So what you’re saying is that you…”

“Can shrink you whenever.  I.  Want.”  She looked more smug that I had ever seen her and gave me a slow, satisfied nod.  “Yeah, that’s right.  Better not piss me off anymore, small fry, or you’ll be on a one-way trip to squishville.  Hm.  Or maybe if you piss me off I won’t shrink you.  I’ll have to think about it.  But I’ll probably just keep shrinking you whenever I feel like it though.”

“Think there’s a way to help your growth along, too?” I asked.

“Maaaybe.  That’s on you to find out, isn’t it?  I discovered yours after all.”  She had not stopped smiling all morning.  I was starting to think her face was stuck with that arrogant, self-satisfied look.  It certainly suited her.

Suddenly she grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me toward her like I weighed nothing and held my face in front of her mouth.  “Oops,” she teased, then planted a kiss on me that covered half my face.  “Took a little more of your height there, didn’t I?”

I kissed her back, nearly shoving my head between her lips.  Sarah began laughing and had to pull me away, setting me down on her breasts.  “To think, all those times I flirted with you I could’ve been shrinking you.  Shit, you’d be, like a grain of sand to a grain of sand by now.”

I was perfectly cupped over one of Sarah’s breasts, and gave it a squeeze with my whole body before replying.  “Wait, how long have you been flirting with me?”

“Years, dude!” Sarah exclaimed, lifting my face toward hers with a finger.  “Like, every time I made you share a seat with me?  Every time I leaned against you after you told a joke I thought was hi-larious?  When I would stand just a bit too close and make you uncomfortable?”  I gave her a blank look.  “That was it!”

I thought back, trying to remember how far it had been going on.  My mind stuck on the first time I really had to look up at her.  It was not just her height that made me uncomfortable in ways I did not understand until later, but how close she was.  Her feet were practically laid against mine and her mouth was only a couple inches from the bridge of my nose, and she was giving me that same heavy-lidded look.  “So you’re saying that all this time we could’ve been…”

“Yep!” she proclaimed, teasing me by batting my cheek with one of her fingers.  “Too bad you suck at picking up hints.  If I hadn’t straight-up told you to fuck me you’d probably still have no idea.”

“Well that’s a bummer,” I said, and Sarah nodded enthusiastically.  “We can have our fun now, though.”  I groped her breast with my body again, giving her a less than subtle idea of what I was thinking.

“Maybe later,” she replied.  “It’s still pretty early.”  Her hand gripped me by the collar again, and she held me against her chest.  “I’ve got other ideas, though.”