Chapter 53:

I sat in the cockpit of my boat, cautiously staring out at the vast sea ahead. Conditions were choppy, and I knew why. But for now, I tried to pretend that I was simply a recreational boater enjoying the sun rays and the salty ocean air. 

Just as I began to half relax, a strong undercurrent hurled the port side up and out of the water. As the boat tipped and came dangerously close to flipping over entirely, I white gripped the steering wheel to keep from being thrown overboard. My vessel teetered on the edge as I dangled from the wheel. A sea hundreds of feet deep was right beneath me splashing up onto my legs and ready to swallow me. 

I began swinging my body in toward the boat, in an attempt to right it. My efforts seemed to be getting me nowhere at first, only tiring my arms and hands. But I kept going. I was determined to make this time different. 

As seconds turned into half a minute, I began to lose grip. My palms were sweaty, and my fingers began to slip from the metal wheel. My pinky and ring finger were the first to detach. I continued swinging though, knowing it was the only way. 

When my left middle finger slipped, the rest of my fingers followed, leaving me suspended with only one hand on the wheel. I cried out in frustration, then exertion. 

“ARRRGHHH, COME ON!”

In a last-ditch effort to knock the ship back into the water, I rested both feet on the white, dimpled deck. This would be my launchpad. 

“This is it,” I whispered, strained and exhausted. 

I kicked away as hard as he could, sending my body up and around the wheel. Then gravity pulled me back, and I slammed my feet back into the boat. On impact, I lost hold of the steering wheel and fell. The rough waters rushed up toward me, and I closed his eyes, accepting my fate. Only, instead of landing in the chilly deep, my knees crashed into something hard.

“AHHHH!” I screamed in agony. 

When my eyes ripped open, I was still inside the boat, and it was slowly coming to rest. I couldn’t believe it. My plan worked. 

Ignoring the stabbing pain in my knees, I scrambled over to the motor in the back to kick it on. I wrenched the pull cord, not wanting to waste another second being idle. To my dismay, the rotor spun for a second or two and died. I pulled again. Nothing. A third pull yielded the same result. And that was when I noticed air bubbles floating up to the surface behind the boat. The trail was headed straight for me.

“Come on you piece of junk, let’s go!” 

I yanked the cord for a fourth time. There was a sputter of life, then back to motionlessness. 

I wanted to cry, but instead chose to calm myself. I took a deep breath, realizing that the impending threat was getting to me. I also remembered that pulling as hard as humanly possible didn’t always make the engine turn on. There was a finesse to it. 

I seized the end of the cord with my right hand and took another mighty inhale. The bubbles were less than a half mile away. It was now or never. 

I pulled, not as vigorously this time, but with a controlled discipline absent from my prior attempts. I held my breath as the motor made the telltale noises it made after a cord pull. The bubbles were now just yards away.

The motor roared to life, creating a white mess of water in its wake. I didn’t take a moment to celebrate because there was no time. I dashed back to the wheel and slammed the gas. The boat lurched forward and sped off, bravely charging into the waves ahead. I tried to avoid the big ones, but there was no use. I couldn’t maneuver around them fast enough, which made for an incredibly bumpy ride. 

But when water began volcanoeing stern side, I knew it was over. I left the wheel and glanced over the starboard edge. Staring back at me was a perfectly manicured hand over a dozen times my size, gliding through the water faster than my boat. 

Without hesitation, I dove overboard. When I came to the surface, a cavernous mouth stretched open underneath my boat and swallowed it. The vessel I’d been using all day was gone, inside the mouth of a human woman. But not just any human woman. 

Jackie came to the surface and just the act of her breaking through the water created a tsunami, one she was well aware could kill me. So, she scooped me up in her hand before her deadly shockwaves could lob me down to the very bottom of the pool to drown.

I buried himself in the creases of her wet, yet warm palm. At three quarters of an inch, I could barely maintain my body heat just being in a room temperature environment. In water, even if I was in a state-of-the-art heated pool, I was at risk of succumbing to hypothermia in less than a minute. I’d protested many times against this cat and mouse game—or perhaps more apt, a shark and prey game—but Jackie always insisted. 

Before she checked on me, she spat the toy boat out from her mouth into the water. I was always amazed at how small it looked in her vicinity. It was like a big jawbreaker, and I, well, I was a lot smaller than that boat. So, what was I to her if I wasn’t even a jawbreaker? Perhaps I was a wad of gum. Maybe an M&M? A Tic Tac?

“Dessy zero, Jackie 10. Better luck next time, I guess,” she said, her affect dripping with sarcasm. 

I thought better of responding with a zinger. Perhaps if I just stayed quiet and docile, she’d finally stop making me play this exhausting game. 

Thankfully, my instincts were right. Beating me ten times in a row and watching me curled up all pathetic and cold in her hand won me a modicum of sympathy from her. She looked down at me with her giant eyes and pouted. 

“Is my little man cold?”

I nodded.

“Is my little man tired?”

I nodded again. 

“OK, then. Let me dry off, and then I’ll put you back in my top. How much?”

Whenever Jackie asked me how much, it was shorthand for ‘how much would you like to be shrunk down?’ As was made clear the day she took me from my house in San Francisco, I’d never be made taller than a foot tall, my current height. But I was free to be shorter than that.

“Quarter inch,” I said.

“You got it, tiny.”

Jackie waded toward the ladder at the edge of the pool. Since the pool at this depth rose up to around her shoulder, I had surmised long ago it was around 11 or 12 feet deep. But, right now, she was in the middle of the pool. Over by the deep end, her feet didn’t even touch the ground. That, he knew. And that meant that the pool at its deepest could have been anywhere from 15 to 30 feet deep. 

It made sense for me to think that the pool couldn’t have been any deeper than 30 feet considering that we were on a yacht. Yes, a yacht. And we had been out at sea for over a month, according to what she’d told me. I had no sense of where we were geographically, nor would she tell me if I asked, so I declined to plumb my own curiosity. There was no point. It’s not like I could jump overboard and escape. Predator Jackie almost killing me 10 times in her swimming pool was enough to prove that to me without a shadow of a doubt. 

Once she was out of the pool, she walked over toward the lounge chairs that lined the beige vinyl deck. She set me down on a heating pad resting on one of the drink tables while she toweled off, inadvertently splashing me with droplets from her hulking body. It took her a while to dry herself. She was 14 feet tall after all with countless nooks, crannies, cracks and crevices that needed attention. I, on the other hand, was already bone dry from the heater beneath me. 

All I could do was watch from way down below as she vigorously rubbed her pristine white towel all over her bronzed, toned body. Every inch of her was taut and simmering with definition. Even her tits, which jiggled with her every slight step or movement, were firm and powerful as they hung dignified from her broad chest. 

As she wedged the towel between her boobs to dry her cleavage, she shifted her attention down to me. A devious smile formed on her lips.

I knew what was coming. 

At first, she lightly shimmied her shoulders, causing her already-strained bikini top to slide down the curves of her breasts. My microscopic cock had already flapped up into my stomach witnessing this routine. She kept shimmying until one of her nipples was exposed. Her left one. At its current size, her nipple was over quadruple the size of my entire body, and more than double my height. And that gigantic nipple was attached to a boob that was well over 4500 times my weight. 

Soon after her nipple peaked out, she grabbed her phone. I closed my eyes, readying myself for the inevitable. Everything was about to get a whole lot bigger. 

I kept my eyes closed as I got smaller. After not being shrunk by Audrey for years, I had become unaccustomed to the vertigo I felt during the process. Shutting my eyes was the only thing that kept me from puking. 

Once I was sure I was not getting any tinier, I opened my eyes a crack, only to have my vision filled with a flesh-colored landscape. Jackie’s nipple, and it was only inches from my face.

I was too small to be safely handled by her fingers, so it was my job to climb aboard. I stood up, ignoring my rock-hard dick, and sunk my hand into the wrinkly, pink surface filling up my entire world. 

Like always, my hand stuck to her nipple like glue, making it easy for me to climb from where I was on the table to her body. I began spider-manning my way from the tip of her nipple to the upper curve where I’d be able to lie down while she walked around the yacht taking care of business. 

Despite our forever-bond that she’d made all the way back when she shrunk me for the first time in college, it was still hard for Jackie to feel me, so she asked, “Are you on?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I said as continued scaling the cliff that was her nipple. 

Yes. Jackie had not grown out of her desire to be called a goddess. It still turned her on to no end. At first, I refused to her call her Goddess out of respect to my wife. All it took for me to buckle was a 30 second death stare from her while I stood trembling in the middle of her palm. Under the scrutiny of her furrowed eyebrows, flared nostrils and rage-filled eyes, little pathetic me was right back to whimpering my common refrains of, “Yes, Goddess!” “Please, Goddess!” “Thank you, Goddess!”

“Good boy,” she’d cooed then and also now. 

She pulled her bikini back over her breast, darkening my surroundings. Before I could really get settled at the peak of her nipple, I was whipped upwards at dizzying speed. With her boob soaring through the air, I stopped climbing and hugged her flesh as tightly as I could. On her end, all she was doing was standing upright, but for me, it was as if a mountain face I was climbing suddenly decided to blast off from the ground with me still on it. 

She usually waited until I was comfortable before she moved too fast, but I remembered something amid the darkness I’d availed myself in with my face buried in her nipple. 

Jackie was video calling her daughters today. Maybe that’s why she was in a rush. She’d mentioned it in passing this morning, saying how excited she was to be seeing them and that she was calling them at noon. As far as I knew, it was close to that time. 

Still, as excited as she seemed to get to talk with her daughters, I wondered why she wasn’t with them if she missed them so much, but I was her toy once again. She didn’t consult toys on matters like these. 

And being the toy I was, I emptied my little head of these complex thoughts and hoisted myself all the way to the peak of her nipple.

I liked being a quarter of an inch tall here, because it was like I was on my own 50-foot-long private pink terrace. I rolled around on top of her deliciously warm flesh like an addict. When I got tired of that I began kissing the ground, getting off on the fact that she almost certainly couldn’t feel a thing despite my passion. 

My make out session soon turned masturbatory, and I transitioned into humping and kissing rumbling, thick flesh that was supporting me. As an orgasm approached, I disassociated her nipple from her body. Her nipple was everything with the arousal clouding my mind. I entirely forgot that attached to this nipple was a boob that was now around 70,000 times heavier than me. Forgotten as well was the fact that there was an identical boob to my right that was also bigger than a small skyscraper to me. Further still, both of these freakishly huge boobs were jiggling and swaying from a body millions of times bigger than I was. To me, she might as well as have been forty California redwoods stacked on top of one another. And I was perched on a branch’s branch’s branch atop the tiniest twig in of the tree, obliviously humping away. I was effectively an acorn. Even squirrels dwarfed me, but to Jackie, forget it. My existence didn’t even register. 

None of these cold hard facts were crossing my mind as I jerked off though, because if they had, I would have splooged before even touching my cock.

All my petite intellect could handle was how much bigger this nipple was than me, and that radically hot idea was able to sustain a fantastic jerk off session. I could have edged forever, and I planned on it, until light suddenly flooded in.

The brobdingnagian goddess who I’d temporarily forgotten was the source of all my comfort, pleasure and sustenance revealed her gorgeous cloud-in-the-sky sized face to me after she presumably pulled back her bikini to check on me. Me. The miniscule acorn tucked away in the impossibly gigantic expanse that was her body. And suddenly, as I jerked off, I felt myself getting bigger. 

That was when I realized, I was so tiny that she couldn’t see me. She had to grow me to even witness me pathetically hump her nipple like a dog. I fought through the vertigo and hung on to my arousal. Wanting some more motivation, I again looked up at Jackie’s face, now a bit smaller in perspective.  

Upon seeing her flash a smile wider than two dozen of me, I shot a full load all over the ground I was fucking. Her nipple. A massive, for me, white puddle formed beneath me as I got up. But all of a sudden, the nausea returned. 

My cum puddle was growing by the second, which meant she was shrinking me again. The nausea was so great that I fell face first into a pool of my own seed. It was like dipping my head into a pothole, only warm and sticky. And I was too weak to completely lift my head out of it, so drops kept invading my mouth.

And just as I was about spit out the product of my loins, Jackie’s giant, ethereal head shook back and forth. She also mouthed the word “drink” to make it clear for my dumb, nipple-addled mind.

This was new. Jackie had never shown any desire for me to do this. Nonetheless, a command was a command.

I began slurping my salty secretions with only a moment’s hesitation. I could just feel her superiority burning down into my stomach through her satisfied grin as I choked down my own semen. Sure, back when I was bigger, she’d given me blowjobs. But she’d never been forced to gulp down her own load by someone whose nipple wasn’t even weighed down by her presence. No, that had only ever happened to someone as tiny and as pathetic as me.

“I’m about to get on the phone with Genevieve and Camilla, but I have to say, it was hilarious watching you do that. In fact, it gives me an idea for later.”

“Later?” I inquired, now standing on her fully engorged nipple that extended out four times as far as I was tall.

“You’ll find out soon enough, cum guzzler. But for now, I want you at max height and on my shoulder.”

“Why?”

“Do cum chugging sluts ask questions?”

I hung my head in shame. In just a month, I’d been fully retrained to love being Jackie’s subby little boy, but sometimes it felt like we were always roleplaying. It was exhausting. At least with Audrey, I had adult conversations here and there.

“Do they?!” she reiterated, with enough vigor in her voice to cause her boobs to quake, making me fall back into my cum puddle.

I got up, now soaked in cum, and steadied myself on her nipple. I meekly answered, “No, Goddess.”

“That’s right! I’m going to regrow you now. Get ready.”

At least she had the courtesy to warn me about that. Closing my eyes again and sitting down, I felt Jackie’s nipple shrink beneath me. I grew and grew until I was back to normal, pinned to her boob by her bikini. She then took me out and placed me on her shoulder. I wasn’t even up to her chin.

Jackie was sitting in front of her computer with a video chatting app open. She hovered the cursor over the call button on Genevieve’s contact, and I panicked.

“Jackie, they’re going to see me! What are you doing?!”

“Yes, they are going to see you, Dessy. That’s the whole point.”

“What?!”

“Pipe down, pipsqueak. You’re forgetting who owns you. Me and them.”

“Wait, your daughters are going to own me too?”

“Of course! You don’t ever expect to be their stepdad, do you?” she giggled.

“Jackie, I never expected to be anything to those girls, least of all a father figure. I just assumed I’d be your little secret.”

I thought about my kids in that moment, who both probably hated my guts now because of the woman whose shoulder I was sitting on. And now she expected me to be the plaything of her daughters too. It was just too much. 

I started to cry. Unfortunately, I got no sympathy. Instead of consoling me, Jackie spanked me with her fingernail until I stopped bawling. 

“You done? I’m calling the girls now. You will not speak unless spoken to, understood?”

“Y…yes G…goddess,” I said.

She hit the call button, and after only two rings, one of Jackie’s statuesque daughters answered, her face filling up the screen in front of him.

“Hey, Mom! Nice of you to finally…wait, what is that on your shoulder? A doll?”

“No, Genna, baby, it’s a shrunken man. He’s actually the boy I shrunk back when I was in college. Say hi to Desmond!”

“Oh my god, no way!” Genevieve yelled enthusiastically. “Heeey, Desmond! Mom has told us so many funny stories about you. It’s insane that you actually volunteered to shrink so her volleyball team would win.”

I said nothing, believing my role on this call was to be a silent observer. That was until Jackie flicked me in back of my head to prompt me.

“Yeah, I can barely believe I did it either!” I said to her.

“Oh my god, Mom! His voice is so cute and high pitched just like you always said! Reminds me of little baby panda.”

I couldn’t imagine a more humiliating situation than the one I was currently in. This 18-year-old girl was casually belittling me, and her mother was allowing it to go on. 

The two giantesses began catching up, leaving me out of the conversation entirely which I was perfectly happy with. Then, her other daughter, Camilla, walked into the frame. She gushed an effusive hello to Jackie, then happened upon me sitting on her mother’s shoulder just like Genevieve did. 

Camilla, though, after the initial shock of seeing a man my size wore off, just said “hello” and “nice to meet you.” No comparisons to baby pandas or dredging up embarrassing stories from my past. She was utterly respectful. 

“Nice to meet you too, Camilla,” I said, smiling.

“OK, girls,” Jackie said. “I want to talk about Desmond and how he’s going to fit into our family before we catch up, alright?”

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re marrying that shrimp, Mom,” Genevieve said.

“Rude!” Camilla said to her sister.

“Settle down,” Jackie told her kids, “Desmond’s not going to be your new dad, nor will he even be a person of authority. He’s going to be something we all take care of. Kinda like a pet. Now, I don’t want to get into all the particulars of his home life, but let’s just say things weren’t going well with his wife. So, since he and I are old friends, I gladly took him off her hands and now he’s going to live with us.”

Quite a retelling of events, I thought. But both girls were staring at me, rapt by the story their mother was telling them.

She continued, “Now, I know this is going to sound weird but, we’re going to be his owners. Ever since I accidentally shrunk Desmond permanently, he’s required female guardians in his life.”

Accidentally. Another lie.

“Why female?” Camilla asked.

“Due to a physiological change in his digestive tract, he can’t eat solid food. He can only drink breastmilk.”

“Ewwww!” both girls cried.

“Calm down, OK! I’ll be feeding him! And away from you too since you think it’s so gross apparently.”

“Isn’t he like 40? I know he’s gotta eat and all, but it’s just weird. That’s all I’m saying,” Genevieve said.

“When the two of us get home from our trip, all I expect from you two is to help him out when I’m not around. And maybe spend some time with him here and there.”

“I dunno, Mom. This is kinda sounding like a stepdad situation to me. Are you sure he’s not trying to get in your pants? I mean you are loaded, any guy would kill to be with you,” Genevieve pointed out.

“Genevieve! Could you stop assuming the worst of every person you come into contact with?! Have you ever thought that the little guy is going through a rough time and needs our help.” Camilla raised her voice.

“I appreciate your spirit, honey. And Genna, Desmond and I were together a long time ago. But we aren’t anymore. He’s a friend.”

With benefits. Kinda.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been on a month-long cruise with him. Sorry, just doesn’t add up to me,” Genevieve said.

I had to give it to the girl. She was unpleasant and wildly accusatory, but she was smart just like her mother. 

“Nothing untoward is going on, OK? Just listen to me, Desmond is a part of this family now. 

You will get to know him when we get back, but for now…”

She pulled out her phone, and with a few taps, shrunk me down to a half an inch right in front of both girls. I could hear them going nuts as I got smaller.

“I can’t even see him!” one of them said.

“Yup! He’s only a half an inch tall now. And tell you what, if you both show me you can handle it, I’ll give you the ability to shrink him as well. Comes in handy when you’re on the go.”

I heard both girls screaming excitedly again. I just stared at the now blurry screen and marveled at how far I’d fallen.