Friday, January 23, 2009

Sonic Growth

by Guhbone

"So, you're telling me that this sonic wave makes you grow bigger?" I asked skeptically.

"Yep," replied Jake, "It works by setting off a series of high frequency soundwaves that induces your brain to increase production of HGH - that's human growth hormone."

"Uh huh," I said, still skeptical. Jake, my best friend, was always trying one hairbrained scheme after another all throughout high school. We were just finishing up our first week of grade 12, sitting in my room after school, when he let this whopper out. I had hoped that he had outgrown these shinanigans. I was wrong.

"Seriously, Trevor, it works! It really works," implored Jake, "Check it out."

Even though we were alone in the room, I was shocked to see him whip off his pants right in front of me. Jake and I played hockey on the same team, so we've seen each other naked, but still, it just wasn't proper!

"Jake, what the hell?" I cried out.

"Look, Trev! Look at my package!"

"I am NOT looking at your dick, man! Put that thing away!" I shielded my eyes with my hand, but not before I caught a glance. Damn Jake. I heard Jake sigh.

"I'm serious, Trevor," he started in an exasperated voice, "I really got it to work this time."

Getting over the shock, I moved my hand and opened my eyes. Jake was standing there with his pants down to his ankles...and sporting a huge schlong. I was speechless.

"See, I told you so," said a self-satisfied Jake as he pulled his pants back up, "I'm almost 8.5 inches long now hard, and 6 inches around. I measured." He would, too.

"How...how...?" I stammered.

"I have worked out a computer program to output a complex series of high frequency soundwaves, that, if heard in their entirety, induces your brain to produce growth hormones. The sound file is only a few seconds long. I listened to it every morning since early August, when I got it to work properly."

I just stared with a confused look on my face. Science wasn't my strong suit.

"Here, I made you a CD with the sound file," he continued, "Just play it once a day and soon you'll be producing hormones like crazy. I'm stronger, leaner, and even a little taller than before."

I took the CD from Jake. Jake leaned in closer and whispered, "I also made a sound file for chicks. I tried it out on my sister, and it works. I've got a plan..."

I knew it was another of Jake's hairbrained schemes, but this time I listened with eager attention.

***

As part of the Student Council, I do the morning announcement over the school's intercom and access to the soundroom. Jake's plan was simple: Switch the CD with the national athem with one with the national athem AND Jake's soundfile. We let it play for a few months, then switch it back. No one would be the wiser.

The switch was easy. All we had to do now was sit back, watch the babes grow, and snag them with our own growing dynamite bods. Nothing could go wrong.

***

It was the beginning of October and the beginning of a new better life for me. Jake's soundfile was working miracles on my body. I had put on 10 lbs of muscle, grew half an inch taller, and two inches longer. I was sporting an impressive 8 inch dick of my own now, and was feeling incredibly confident.

Jake was still growing, too. He stood at an even six feet, two inches taller than me, and he tells me he's up to 10 inches. He also said that his growth was slowing down as his body adjusts to the higher hormone levels. Which is fine with me - I wouldn't want him getting too much bigger.

I winked at the group of girls who walked past me in the hall, and saw them blush. Wow, were they looking hot - the soundfile was working it's magic on them, too. All were supporting B-cups or bigger and tight asses. The tall blond had to be at least a D. My dick stirred at the thought.

It was happening to all the girls in the school, even the teachers. Many of the heavier girls dropped weight, and all of them were a little bit taller. Every one of them was about a cup size bigger, to boot. It also seemed that some were taking to the hormone levels more than others. Like Janna, for instance.

Janna was a friend of mine from elementary school, but we grew apart once high school came. She wasn't very tall, only 5'2", but she was slim and cute and had a nice heart-shaped ass. When this schoolyear started, we were surprised to find that we had lockers next to each other. I, for one, was pleased by this.

I was even more pleased a month later. Janna's body was really taking to Jake's treatment. She had grown a couple of inches taller, her hips had widened and her ass filled out her jeans nicely. Her tits, well, I had to force myself to stop staring at her tits. They had grown from barely an A-cup to overflowing a C. I could see a bubble of titflesh bulge over the tops of her bra.

"Hi Trev!" she said in her sweet voice, her large green eyes twinkling.

"Hi, Janna," I said nervously. Even in my own improved bod, I was nervous. My hands shoke when I attempted to open my combination lock. It took me 3 tries. Stupid Trevor, bring yourself together man!

"You're looking good," she said, "Have you been working out?"

"No...I mean, yes, I have," I hadn't been. It was just the effects from the soundfile. I wasn't going to tell Janna, though.

I happened to see Jake walking down the hall with a hot girl on either arm. He winked at me and gave me a thumbs up.

Steadying myself with a deep breath, I blurted, "Jannadoyouwanttogotothedancewithme?"

"Haha, what?" Janna said with a smirk.

That didn't come out right. I took another breath, "Janna, do you want to go to the dance with me?" My body tensed with anticipation.

"I'd love to, Trev," came her sweet, sweet reply. I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding in, "I have to go to class now, but, did you want to pick up some ice cream after school?"

"Yeah..." I said.

"Great! I'll see you after classes!" she said as she bounded away with her friends. She turned her head to look back at me still standing at my locker. She smiled as I waved. Her girlfriends giggled.

A loud bang snapped me out of my reverie.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing talkin' to my girl?"

Fuck, it was Rick.

"She's not your girl anymore, Rick," I said much more bravely than I felt, "You broke up, remember?"

Rick banged the lockers again. A ham sized fist shook threateningly under my chin. I backed into the lockers.

"You stay away from her, you little squirt," said Rick menacingly, "She's mine."

"Is there a problem, gentlemen?"

I saw Mr. Peterson standing behind Rick, his tall lanky frame towering over the two of us.

"No, Mr. Peterson," Rick and I said in unison.

"Off to class, then," Mr. Peterson continued, "I wouldn't want to have to send you boys to detention for truancy."

"Yes, Mr. Peterson," Rick and I said.

I saw Rick flash an angry frown at me before we made our way down opposite ends of the hallway. What a fucking bastard.

***

Janna and I went on several dates throughout October and we were having a blast. She and I really connected - it was like distance that formed between us the last couple of years had vanished. We went for ice cream, went rollerblading, and watched movies together - it was great.

Her body continued to undergo changes. She was standing at 5'6", her straight dark hair had growth to the middle of her back, and her muscles were lean and defined. She confided in me a week before the Fall Dance that she was now wearing a 32DD now.

"I don't really know what's going on," she said, "It's like everybody is going through a growth spurt at the same time! Did you know that Karli is an F-cup now? And that Ashley is almost 6 feet tall?"

"It is strange," I said. It really was. I was almost 6 feet tall and sporting my own 10 inch erection now. Chiseled abs complimented cut pecs and solid biceps. I was 175lbs.

Jake was 6'3" and 195lbs. He was almost as big as Rick, now. He told he had a 13 inch cock and that his balls had grown, too. I had asked him about the increased rate of growth.

"I don't know, really," he said, "Must be another growth spurt. It can't last, though." He didn't look too concerned, so I let it drop.

Rick had asked Janna to the dance, and was incredibly angry when he found out I was taking her. Luckily Jake and I were hanging out that day, so he left me alone. He glares at me whenever he sees me in the halls.

***

It was Monday of the second week of November. The dance was two weeks away. Rick was growing more bold day by day - just last week he threatened to kick my ass if I took Janna to the dance. I told him to fuck off and walked away. It wasn't easy turning my back on Rick's 6'5" 230lb frame, even though I was catching up. He still scared the shit out of me.

I was distant and reserved on my date with Janna that night. We had a movie playing in my livingroom - my parents had gone out of town - although we weren't really watching it. I wasn't concentrating on our make-out session since my mind kept wandering to Rick. He was going to beat me to a pulp. Janna backed off.

"What is it, Trevor?" she asked.

I sighed, "It's Rick. He's planning to beat the shit out of me if I take you to the dance."

"Forget about Rick, I can handle him," Janna replied soothingly, "Tonight's it's about you and me. This is the first time we have been along together." I caught the hint of anticipation on the edge of her voice. "I think you should be thinking about me." She bit her lowerlip and looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. We kissed passionately. Janna's hand rubbed my cock under my pants. Her kiss increased in intensity as she felt it's length stiffen and swell towards my knee.

"Look, Trevor," said Janna as she leaned back and undid her shirt, "I'm outgrowing my bra again."

I was looking. Both the underside and topside of her bra was overflowing with titflesh. I stared hard as she reached around and undid the clasps. Her tits sprang free and rested heavily against her slim ribcage. She dropped the 32DD bra to the ground.

I grabbed her jugs as she pushed me down onto the couch and kissed me. With one hand she undid my pants.

"I'm not the only one who's been growing, I see," she said breathily.

She worked my member free and slid down my body, her fat tits sliding along my torso. Her delicate hand could barely encircle my girth. "Holy fuck, you're huge."

She lift her head 11 inches up and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Kneeling between my legs, one hand squeezing the base of my cock, the other stroking it's length, Janna continued to suck me off.

Just as I was approaching a climax she stopped.

"No," I cried weakly.

"Shhhh," she said and climbed off the couch.

She slipped off her shirt, exposing her tits to the soft flickering light of the TV screen. She stared into my eyes as she ran her hands along the side of her body to her jeans, and ever so slowly popped the button off. With deliberate motions, she inched her tight jeans to the floor and gently stepped out of them, long smooth legs glinting in the light. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"You like?" she asked in a sexy voice.

"I like."

She smiled as she straddled me, her large naked boobs bouncing in the air. Her nipples puckered.

I grabbed her right breast with one hand and put her fat nipple in my mouth. Janna gasped, "Oh, Trevor..."

With my left hand I traced her abs down to her waiting pussy lips. Carefully spreading her plump lips apart, I placed my middle finger on her clit. Janna shuddered in pleasure. I worked my fingers inside her cunt while I sucked on her breast, flicking her big nipple with my tongue. I could her arm slide next to mine and grasp my cock. She directed my cockhead to her pussy lips. I withdrew my fingers from her hole and began working her clit.

She pushed herself down onto my shaft, her moist sex enveloping me. I could feel the walls of her pussy stretch against the girth of my penis. She paused to let herself adjust to my size. I switched to her other breast and began sucking.

After a moment she pushed herself farther down my shaft, taking in 9 inches. "Oh god Trevor you fill me up..." Another push and her lips reach my base, my entire 11 inch cock inside of her, her soft ass resting on my thighs. "Yes, oh god yes..." Tears squeezed out of her closed eyes.

She lifted her hips high, almost to the point where my cockhead would pop out of her, and pushed herself down. Hard. She squeaked.

Again and again she rode my cock, it's entire length glistening in her juices. Her tits bounded up and down on her body, slapping against her chest. My hands found her wide hips and squeezed.

We came together, me with a mighty roar and she with an ear-splitting scream. She lied panting on my chest. I could feel her soft tits pressed up against me.

***

The next morning before class I saw Janna run up to me at my locker, wearing her coat.

"Trevor, I got bigger," she said simply. I blinked.

She took me to an isolated nook in the corner of the hallway. "I couldn't fit into any of my bras this morning," she said.

She opened her coat to show me. I could clearly make out both fat nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her tits were surprisingly perky given their size.

"I'm at least an E, maybe an EE," she whispered.

I felt my cock snake down my leg with a semi. Was she taller, too?

She went on her tiptoes and kissed me hard. "Last night was incredible, let's do it again tonight."

I had an incredibly hard time concentrating in class that day.

***

Janna and I had sex every night my parents were gone. She had gotten bigger, as it turned out, and continued to get bigger as the days wore on. By Thursday she was officially a 32EE, and even that was beginning to show strain. She was standing at 5'7". I wasn't sure if she noticed, but I, too, grew bigger. I was now 6'1", 190lbs, with an 11 1/2" erection. I think she noticed. I was pretty sure.

The nights were great, but the days grew tense. I worried about Jake. He missed the last week of school and wasn't here again today. I had called his house and his mom said he was sick. He was at the hospital getting tests. I hoped it wasn't serious.

I got a phone call on my cell at midnight that night.

"Trev, it's me, Jake. Can you meet me in the park in 30 minutes?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," I replied sleepily.

I through on some boxerbriefs, being careful to tuck my flaccid 7 inch cock into a comfortable position, threw on some sweats and a shirt, grabbed my coat and crawled out my window.

I was waiting in the park, my breath clouding in the crisp night air, looking around for Jake. 35 minutes had passed since he called. I rubbed my hands together to warm them up. I noticed a large shape walk towards me from the shadows of the trees.

"Trev? It's me, Jake," I heard a deep voice say.

"Jake?" I said as the figure walked into the light of the lamppost.

I was astounded. Jake towered over me and his huge frame dwarfed my own. His coat barely covered his waist and even now and again I could make out thick ab muscles in the night. A massive bulge rested in the crotch of his too-small pants.

"Yeah, it's me," the deep voice rumbled.

"What happened?" I asked, with growing apprehension.

"It's the soundfile, Trev," said Jake, sitting heavily onto the nearby park bench. The bench groaned. "It fucked up my body. I'm a freak." He sounded on the verge of tears.

I squeeze onto the bench next to Jake.

"I'm 7'2" now, Trev, and I'm built like a pro-bodybuilder on steroids," he said, "My cock is almost two feet long."

"It's okay, Jake, it's okay," I offered.

"They're sending me away for tests! I'm going to some special hospital in Houston for the next few months," Jake yelled, shaking. I could see his massive muscles quivering under his jacket. "Stop listening to the CD, and take the one out of the school! Or everyone's going to be a freak like me!"

He was visibly crying now.

"Do it, Trev, before it's too late," he said as he stood up. He began to walk towards his house, "I...I have to go now. Do it, Trev. You've got to stop it." Long strides quickly took him out of sight.

I just sat on the bench, dumbfounded.

***

The next day at lunch I sought out Jake's sister Melissa. I found her sitting with her grade 10 friends in the back corner of the lunchroom. They all smiled at me when I approaced and a more than a few showed off their generous cleavage. Not one of them had less than a D-cup.

Tearing my eyes away from one girl's double-Es, I turned to Jake's sister, "Melissa, can I talk with you for a minute?"

"Sure thing, Trev," she answered as she stood up.

I took a step back in surprise. She was two inches taller than me. Her massive tits strained at her tight shirt. Those suckers had to be at least G's as they hung nearly to her navel. Recovering quickly I lead her aside.

"What's happened to Jake?" I inquired.

"We don't know, but he's huge now," she answered, "They think the same thing is happening to me, whatever it is. Look!" She flexed her arms. Baseball sized biceps bulged under her longsleeved shirt. "I don't care what it is, though. This is awesome!"

"Thanks, Mel," I said with a look of worry. Jake was right, things were getting out of hand. I turned to leave.

Stars flooded my vision as I flew to the floor, my head bouncing off the tiles. My jaw ached.

"YOU FUCKER! YOU DID MY GIRL!" I heard Rick roar from what seemed like a great distance. He jumped me and started swinging. I was doing my best to fend off the blows but even with my improved physique, I couldn't stop this ape.

Suddenly I felt Rick's weight leave my chest.

"Get off of him, you bastard!" yelled Melissa.

I sat up, bleeding from my lip, to see Rick on the ground, pinned by the gaggle of grade 10 girls. I was shocked to see how well defined all of their muscles were as they strained to hold the giant down.

"You two, to the principal's office. NOW!" Mr. Peterson pointed at me and Rick. We got up and stomped down the hall, glaring at each other. I wiped the blood off my chin.

***

Suspended! I didn't even DO anything! It was all that big ape! Fuckin' Rick!

Being out of school meant not doing the morning announcement meant that the CD was still playing every day. And with my best friend halfway across the country, I didn't know what to do.

Janna came to visit me the first night. It was nice seeing her again. She took care of me and fussed over my black eye. My other eye fussed over her tight shirt. I smirked.

"Yeah, get a good look now, because it'll be a while until you see them again," she taunted playfully. On top of the suspension, I was grounded. I wasn't allowed out of the house until I went back to school, which was a week from now. My mom felt sorry for me, though, which was the only reason I got to see Janna tonight.

"Stupid Rick..." I grumbled.

"I'm so sorry, Trevor," soothed Janna, "I told Tiffany we slept together, who told MacKensie who told Laura who told Tom who told Rick. I'm sorry."

"It's not not your fault, Janna," I replied.

"Janna, it's getting late," I heard my mom from downstairs.

"Thank you Mrs. Swick!" Janna said back. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll see you in seven days." My one good eye followed her ass as she left the room.

***

I stopped my daily listening of the CD immediately. Jake obviously stumbled upon something dangerous and paid the price. I had no desire to do the same. Even so, I continued to grow. I was 8" long when flaccid and 12 1/2" long and 9" around hard. I stood at 6'2" and just crested 200lbs. I cut an impressive figure in the mirror, with cut abs and solid pecs. I could barely enjoy it though.

I fretted over the girls at the school. They were being subjected to another week's worth of sonic treatment.

It was the Wednesday night before I went back to school. My parents gave me back my cell and phone priviledges and I was quick to dial Janna's number.

"Trevor?" I heard her answer.

"Hi Janna," I melted at the sound of her voice.

"Oh Trevor, thank god it's you," said Janna, "Something's been going on this week and everybody's starting to notice."

I gulped.

"All the girls are getting really...big..." continued Janna. Silence. "Even me," she finished.

I gulped a second time.

"Trevor? Are you listening? I'm a 34H now," she whimpered into the phone, "My tits are so huge and heavy. My mom is freaking out over my bra expenses. And clothes. I'm 5'10". I grew 3 inches in a week! It's crazy!"

I gulped a third time.

"Trevor...?"

"Janna, I've got something to tell you..."

I filled her in on the whole hairbrained tale.

"That's why Jake is in the hospital? That's why you've got...you've gotten bigger, too?" she asked.

"Yep," I said simply.

"And that's why all the girls are getting so..such huge tits? Karli's a K! Melissa is like 6'5"!"

"Yep," I said sheepishly. It sounded really jeuvenile to hear it from her.

"And you hope that people will get back to normal once they stop hearing the sounds?"

"I hope," I said uncertainly.

"Why aren't the guys growing?"

"Jake somehow had it tuned to females," I answered.

There was a long silence.

"Have you stopped listening to the sounds?" she asked quietly.

"I have," I replied.

"Oh."

'Oh?' Did she sound disappointed? She might be. Rick used to be her boyfriend.

"Janna?"

"Yes, Trevor?"

"Did you want me to get...bigger?"

"I would never force you to," was her reply, "but..."

I could hear the implication in her voice. I smiled to myself.

I heard Janna giggle, "Goodnight Trevor."

"Goodnight Janna."

I popped in the CD.

***

"So that's what a 34H looks like," I said to Janna as she walked towards our lockers.

"34J," she quipped, "I grew some more overnight."

"You skipped right over 'I'?"

"There is no such thing as an I-cup, it looks too much like a 1," said Janna, smiling.

"Oh." How was I supposed to know that? Still, she looked fabulous. Her twin orbs jutted proudly from her chest and shook mesmerizingly with every step she took. A slim waist flared out into the most curvaceous hips that banked an ass that just begged to be squeezed. Her long glossy dark hair was drawn back in a ponytail, highlighting her high cheekbones and beautiful large green eyes. Her delicate thin lips pursed into mock amusement.

"Don't worry, I just found that out, too," she said. She threw her arms around me and kissed me with those soft lips. I felt her huge jugs press into me.

"I missed you," I murmured.

"I missed you, too," she whispered.

"I gotta run," I said, reluctantly breaking away from her plush body, "I have to do the announcements, then switch out the CDs."

I booked it down the hallway. My neck kept swivelling back and forth so much you'd think I was at a tennis match. All of the girls were hot, busty and tall. More than a couple could look me straight in the eye, and a few even I had to look up to. The smallest tits I saw were as big as cantaloupes and the biggest rivalled basketballs. Even though Janna was filling a 34J bra, she wasn't the biggest. Several girls had bigger breasts, especially those who had big cans to begin with.

I walked into the soundroom and stopped.

"Trevor, we've got Harry doing the announcement this week," said Mrs. Albright as she looked up and saw me standing at the door, "You can start again on Monday."

"Ummm, okay," I managed and left. Monday! Crap! That's not good. 'Well, what's the harm in two more days?' I rationalized.

I got to my homeroom class just as Harry finished up. I heard the crackle from the loudspeaker as the anthem started up.

I was sitting myself down after the anthem when I noticed all the girls in the class give a little shudder. I paused mid-sit and glanced at Karli next to me, her K-cups resting on her desk. I could've sworn that I saw her huge orbs swell just then. I sat down completely.

I wasn't dreaming. I took stealthy glances in Karli's direction every chance I got, and by the end of class I could tell that she had begun to overflow her cups. A large ridge had formed where her bra met her boob and was clearly outlined in her tight sweater. Her jeans looked tigher, too. All of the girls in class fidgeted absentmindedly with their clothes the entire class.

By lunchtime, a third of the girls at school had gone home 'sick.' I wasn't surprised. Half of them were bursting out of their bras. In fact, a few girls' bras did snap, the girls' faces turning red as they bolted from the classroom. Many of those girls remaining had just abandonned their bras altogether, Janna among them. Nipples jutted out proudly no matter where you looked.

"My bra was just getting too tight to be comfortable," she said with a mouthful of fries, "I had to take it off."

"I'm not complaining," I said. Unsupported by a bra, Janna's big tits hung lower on her chest but still sloped nearly a foot away from her. They practically rested on her lap. She leaned over to get more fries.

"Oof!" she said. She grabbed her left breast in both hands through her shirt and hefted it's considerable weight onto the table. She did the same with her right breast, titflesh overflowing her hands. "That's better," she said and grabbed more fries.

A lot of girls were doing the same. Giant tits rested on the tabletops all over the lunchroom, girls happily munching their meals around them. All the guys were just staring, me included.

"I've noticed I've been way hungrier than usual," said Janna, "It must be this 'growth spurt' I'm going through." She winked at me and had another bite of her double cheeseburger.

"Well, this 'growth spurt' will have to end soon," I said, as I saw a girl stand up next to me. She was over six feet tall.

Janna sighed, "I know." She leaned forward across the table and looked me in the eyes. Her tits flattened out across the tabletop. "Want to know what a 34K tit feels like?" she whispered in my ear. I got rock hard in an instant.

Janna finished her burger and stood up, her jugs wobbling unrestrained under her shirt. Thumbsized nipples tented just above where her bellybutton would be. I followed her out of the lunchroom, adjusting myself so that my cock was propped against my waistband. It stuck up past my own bellybutton. I stared hard at Janna's round ass and the sides of her tits, which I could see on either side of her. They bounced in time with her step.

She lead me to small girls' washroom on the fourth floor and locked the door behind her. She had a devilish look in her large eyes.

Without saying a word, she reached under her breasts to grab her shirt and pulled it over her head. I was amazed to see a washboard stomach with a clearly defined six-pack on her slender waist. Her arms were bigger than mine were when we started school, except hers were lean, corded and cut. Her back muscles were tensed supporting the weight of her breasts.

The large orbs hung in all their splendor. Fat nipples on coffeeplate sized areola cut into the coolish air as they puckered.

Deftly she undid her pants and pulled them off. Long legs that wouldn't be out of place on an olympic gymnast managed to wrest my eyes from her tits. Legs of a female olympic gymnast, anyway. They were still quite womanly. I watched her calves flex as she walked towards me, big boobs wobbling in the air.

She ran her delicate hands along my shoulders and down my arms and reached below to lift off my shirt. I felt the cool air hit my chest. I flexed for her enjoyment. She cooed and ran her soft fingers under my pecs. She traced her fingers down between my abs and graped my cock, which was still sticking out from my waistband. She smiled with lust.

Next, with her free hand, she undid my pants and slid them along with my boxers to the floor. My poolball sized balls tensed in the cool air. She pressed her own body against my own, one arm around my neck, the other hand stroking my cock slowly.

"I think you've gotten bigger, Trevor," she whispered in my ear.

We kissed passionately and I pushed her up against the wall. I felt her nails dig in to my shoulders as my own hands fondled her tits. Their weight and suppleness drove me to the edge.

My hands found her ample hips and squeezed. I lifted her easily and poised her moist pussy at the head of my foot long cock. She wrapped her long smooth legs around my torso. I thrusted her down onto my cock.

"Oh god Trevor oh god!"

I thrusted hard into her, banging against the wall in a fury. Both of her hands clawed into my back as she let out gasps of pleasure. I was buried to the hilt with each thrust - Janna took in all twelve and a half inches.

She came explosively on my cock and I came shortly after with a grunt.

We went back to class that afternoon sated and happy.

***

I completely misjudged what harm two more days could do.

I was huge. I shouldn't have let Janna talk me into listening to the CD again.

Measuring myself against the wall, I found myself to be 6'4". I grew two inches overnight. I could feel my muscles flex powerfully every time I moved. I was 225lbs without an ounce of fat.

My morning wood suck out impressively into the air. Grabbing my tape measure, I measured it's length: 14.25 inches. Wrapping it around the center of my shaft, I read the tape measure again: 9.75 inches. Holy crap.

Even my biggest clothes looked small. My t-shirt looked like a baby-t on me, all my bulging muscles clearly defined. I was as big as I wanted to get. Janna had come over last night and insisted I listen to the CD again. I gave in after a killer blowjob right here in my bedroom.

I pressed the eject button and grabbed the unmarked CD and threw it in the trash.

Half the girls missed school that day. Another shudder went through the present female student population after the anthem and another growth spurt followed. I had a hard time concentrating.

I didn't see Janna at her locker this morning. I hoped she was okay. Today was the night of the Dance.

It turns out she was here today. She found me standing in line for food in the lunchroom. She snuck in behind me, her huge tits pressing into my back. She whispered into my ear, "I'm wearing my 36L bra."

36L?? I turned around. She was tall.

"Oh, and I'm 6'1" now," she smiled coyly, "At least, I was before this morning's anthem. I see you've grown, too." She traced her hand along my arm.

We snuck off again to the fourth floor bathroom to have sex. Janna was quite impressed with my new physique, especially my 14 1/2 inch cock.

We went back to class that afternoon happy but far from sated.

***

"My older sister lent me her apartment for the weekend. We can hang out there after the dance," Janna said with a wink as we walked into the school that night for the dance, hand in hand.

She was positively radiant in her tight backless sundress, every curve of her clearly outlined. I could see her back muscles flex carrying the weight of her L-cups. She and I nearly stood eye to eye with her wearing her 2 inch heels. I think she got a kick out of that.

I handed our tickets to the cute little grade 10 girl manning the ticket booth. She had to reach around her H-cup tits to put them in the envelope, six inches of soft cleavage rippling with the effort. Janna smacked me lightly when she caught me staring. I smiled sheepishly while she just grinned and rolled her eyes. She squeezed her arms together on either side of her boobs, forcing nine inches of her own cleavage to swell.

We entered the gym to the principal just finishing a short speech.

"...and we will kick off the Fall Dance with a special request I received earlier today," he said, "Have a good dance, everyone!"

He pressed play and I heard the first few bars begin to play.

"The anthem...?" I said incredulously, with a half-smirk.

"I talked the principal into playing it at the dance," Janna smirked, looking at me coyly, "He thought it was very patriotic of me."

"I bet," was my sarcastic reply.

Just as the song finished a collective gasp was let out by all the girls in the gym. Janna squeezed my hand, eyes wide and lips curling in pleasure. The fabric on her dress grew taught as the growth spurt hit her.

Ten, then eleven inches of cleavage became visible as Janna's tits grew larger right in front of my eyes. Her muscles tensed as they became larger and more defined, and her ass widened and filled out a few more inches. She actually laughed when she looked me straight in the eye and realized she didn't have to look up to do it.

We danced the night away.

***

Janna wasted no time pushing me onto her sister's vacant bed much later that evening. My discarded clothes left a trail from the apartment's door to the bedroom. Janna, standing near the CD player, turned her back to me as she reached down and pulled her dress over her head, the fabric clinging and stretching over her massive boobs the entire way. A black thong was wedged between her tight ass cheeks and a 5 clasp bra dug into her toned back. Her tits were spilling out of her now too-tight bra and they sprang free with a heavy bounce when she unhooked the final clasp.

Janna's tits hung from her chest to her navel and capped with fat pink nipples that puckered in the air. They swayed mesmerizingly as she walked to the edge of the bed. My face was pressed between her soft cleavage.

I felt the stangest chill shudder through my body as she pushed me on to my back and straddled my hips with her long legs. I felt infused with energy and power. I tore off her panties in a frenzy and shoved a fat nipple into my mouth and sucked. Hard. Janna gasped.

Leaning back, she took both hands and guided my rock-hard cock into her waiting pussy and pushed down. I could feel her tight lips stretch over the head of my cock as seven inches slipped inside of her. Janna's nipple swelled in my mouth.

I began to buck almost uncontrollably and Janna slid further down my shaft. Only a few inches were still visible and within moments even that slipped inside of her. Her gigantic tits slapped my chest as Janna rode my pole in a frenzy. I came just as she orgasmed.

I flipped her on to her back, my erection remaining rock hard. Her tits spread across the bed and jiggled wildly with my thrusts. Another climax hit me and I let out a roar as another shudder shook my body. Janna came again onto my cock, her juices slicking my cock and glinting in the soft light.

Janna spun 180 degrees with my hammer still inside of her and stuck her ass in the air. I rammed her from behind. Her tits rested on the bed and spread out to her sides, their fat encircling her arms. She screamed my name when she came a third time.

We fucked deep into the night and finally fell asleep, exhausted, in each others arms.

***

Sleepily, I unhooked myself from Janna's sleeping body and walked to the bathroom. My cock slapped lightly against my thigh. I snapped awake when I felt my hair brush the top of the doorframe as I walked underneath it.

"What the hell...?" I started, then I did a double-take.

Janna ducked her head under the doorframe behind me, her bodybuilder-like frame filling the doorway. I had to look up to see her large beautiful eyes. Massive tits swelled from her chest, coming to rest just above her hips.

"Goodmorning, Sunshine," she said.

I got a raging hard-on. Even in my stupor, I was shocked to see four more inches of cock than I had last night. Janna licked her lips.

We measured ourselves that morning after we fucked. I stood at an impressive 6'8" with a 11" dick hanging from my crotch. It was 19 inches when fully erect. Janna was a half an inch shy of 7'. We couldn't even guess how big her tits were, but they were much larger than Karli's was last night.

"Janna, what happened?" I asked, fearing that my growth had begun to take off like Jake's had.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" she answered with a sweet voice, "I made a copy of both the female and male soundfiles and put them on a CD. I played it last night in my sister's CD player. See?" She pressed play.

A familiar chill wracked my body, and I could see Janna squirm through my squinting eyes. When it passed, I stood even closer to the ceiling. My dick crept down closer to my leg.

"Janna, my god, I don't want to get bigger," I moaned.

"Just once more," she said breathily, and pressed play again. Within seconds I was hit with another cool wave.

When it was all done, I stood at an even 7'2" and Janna at a massive 7'5". Her taut muscled body rippled with power as she flexed. Softball sized biceps as big as my own swelled from her arm. Massive tits arced off her chest, reaching her pubic area, capped with 6 inch nipples 5 inches around. Her nipples were bigger than some guys' dicks! 30" thighs caressed a swollen and dripping pussy that just begged to be fucked. I answered the call with my raging 22" erection.

We fucked with our titan bodies throughout the day and the next.

***

Epilogue:

I managed to sneak the special anthem CD out of the soundroom on Monday, but not until after the anthem played again. Many of the girls experienced another noticable growth spurt, and continued growing for sometime after. Luckily, the growth seemed to cease after about a week. Most of the girls started to reduce in size now that they didn't have that constant flow of hormones coursing through their systems. Of course, not one of them shrunk in height. Our high school had a kickass woman's volleyball team for years.

Janna and I continued dating. We continued to growth slowly over the course of three weeks as the last effects of the soundfile coursed through our system. I was 7'4", 315lbs of solid muscle sporting a 17" cock, flaccid, and a 26" long 12" around erection. Not even Janna could take it all in, though she tried with all her considerable might.

Thankfully, Janna only grew another inch taller to rest at 7'6". After a few months her frame began to soften, much like the other girls as she took on a more feminin look. She still a cut physique, but her muslced no longer bulged obscenely. What did bulge obscenely were her breasts. She easily filled a 40Q bra. In class, she let her tits rest on her desk, their mass filling the tabletop, barely giving her any space to write. She absolutely loved the challenge.

Jake came back from Houston standing at a towering 7'8". The doctors couldn't find any enviromental factors or anomolies, and so chalked it up to overactive hormonal glands, probably genetic as his sister seemed to be suffering from the same effects. He tells me his dick is 24" long, which is perfect for titty fucking his new girlfriend Karli and her 36Ps. He promised me this was the last hairbrained scheme he was going to attempt. I just shook my head and smiled.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Eclipse

By greapos

I.

John had shown no movement for six days. He had made no sound. He was only recently released to his present hospital room from the strictly quarantined, Infectious Disease Intensive Care Ward. He hovered in a state of half-consciousness as his wife Julia, finally allowed at his side, held his hand as she listened to the man in the white jacket at bedside. 'Well, at least we know whatever bug he's got is no longer contagious,' said the doctor, one of the country's leading specialists in tropical diseases, 'but this thing still has a nasty hold on him. He's not unconscious - in fact, he may be somewhat aware of what's going on in the room - but he is very weak and completely unresponsive. You're lucky, Mrs. Blake, that the virus seemed pretty uninterested in you.'

John Blake had decided to bring his wife to a remote island off of Africa's west coast in celebration of their fourth wedding anniversary as well as his new position as Chief of Plastic Surgery at the medical center. Soon after their arrival at the small, exclusive resort, both had contracted vague, flu-like symptoms: slight fever, stiff joints and mild headache. While Julia recovered quickly, it soon became apparent that John would not. He became progressively weaker, could take no food and finally slipped into the semi-consciousness in which he now lay. Immediately rushed back to the States and into the care of top physicians, John showed no improvement and baffled all the experts.

'His vitals are fine. Better, in fact, since you've been in the room with him. He must have missed you.' Julia Blake looked with loving concern down at her husband. She was a beautiful woman. If she was perhaps a bit secretly vain, it was not undeserved. Her 5'7', lightly muscled frame and perfect curves had served her for several years before her marriage as a slightly successful figure model. While John, a rising young physician on the university's plastics staff and five years her senior, considered her at first a 'trophy wife' of sorts, their relationship had developed well. He was proud to have, in natural form, what many of his colleagues in the department created through their science and surgery: a wife of perfect, classic features and flowing, blond hair, with a flawless, light tan complexion and long, lean, muscular legs. And then there were her breasts. He loved her breasts, and he knew it would take a miracle, even with all his skills, to approach creating anything as beautiful as Julia's naturally full, round, 34D bosom. Their lovemaking routinely centered around her breasts; she was always eager to please Jack and would hold him to herself and pamper him in ways that he loved.

A bride at 24, Julia absolutely adored her husband. Her modeling career, such as it was, ended with her marriage as she took to homemaking full-time. She was content just to make John happy. Cleaning and decorating their spacious new home. Developing her already fine skills as a cook. Keeping herself in fabulous shape through hours of workouts. She took great pride in her appearance and her body, and it thrilled her to know that John found her so sexy. Always there for him when he needed her, always more beautiful. Eventually, he promised, when it was right for his career, they would have children. But until then, she would be more than happy just to take care of him.

'And he needs you more than ever now,' the doctor continued, 'he's been getting weaker and slowly losing weight as his body continues to reject any nourishment we try to give him. We've attempted feeding tubes, IV's, everything....it all just runs right through his system. If your presence here gives him any strength, you're welcome to stay all throughout visiting hours.' John had seemed to brighten a bit as she first approached his bedside some minutes before and even made a small sigh as she stroked his face in greeting. It was the first sound he had made since his admission to the hospital. Julia Blake, though not a woman of outstanding intellect, was a wife with great resolve. She would stay by her husband's side and do anything in her power to make him feel better, to get him back home with her.

Looking around the room, she was reminded as to just how little she liked hospitals. Before he got sick, it was always his responsibilities in the hospitals that kept John away from her during the day - and many nights. But now, she had other reasons. Monitors hummed and chirped noisily, oxygen hissed and bubbled as it flowed into the tube running below his nose. She felt its warm mist as she approached him closer. It all felt so alien, but she knew this was where she should be.

'Maybe you'd like some time alone with him,' the doctor said as he ushered several technicians from the room, 'we'll be right outside.' With a small frown on her full lips and a brow furrowed in concern, she brought her hand once again to her husband's face. It seemed to settle his breathing. She passed the back of her hand across his cheeks, which brought a series of small sighs from him. He did seem to respond to her touch, while previously he showed few signs of life. 'Oh John,' whispered Julia as she began to stroke his face, 'my poor baby.' She began to realize that it was she who would have to take care of him now, while she was so used to the opposite. Her long, delicate fingers passed gently over him, near his mouth. His lips parted and quivered in response. Slightly heartened, she began to caress his lips slowly, brushing them with her long fingernails. His lips began to purse and release slightly, searching for her fingers, as if for a kiss. Gently, hesitantly, she placed the tip of her index finger between his lips and he received it with a pucker, trying to draw it inwards with his breath. She paused, thoughtfully. Julia then slowly slid her finger deeper past his lips as he began to feebly suck. 'Oh, John,' was all she whispered again as she gazed down into his face, now seemingly content and miraculously moving as his mouth suckled her finger like an infant his bottle.

She felt a fluttering, a stirring in her chest. Oh, how she wanted to hold him! He looked so helpless. She could scarcely believe that the confident, strong-willed man she married was lying on this hospital bed, sucking on her finger for strength. It was then that she noticed an additional change in John's condition: his hospital gown had risen between his legs with an erection beneath. She eyed it questioningly, and gave it pause. 'Oh my,' she said, returning her bright blue eyes once again to her husband's peaceful face enraptured with her finger, 'what are we going to do?'

As the doctor, flanked by several students, returned to the room, she quickly pulled her finger away. 'I think he needs his rest now, Mrs. Blake. We'll see you tomorrow morning.' Julia stood abruptly, gathered herself, thanked the doctor, and left the room quickly. Her drive home was full of excited thoughts. Maybe there were ways that she could help him where the doctors could not.

II

John's night was fitful and full of confusing dreams. Dreams of smothering. Of warmth. Images of Julia. Her face. The curve of her hips. Her parting lips. Her breasts. Eventually the night passed and he faded back in to half-consciousness aware of his hand in Julia's. Her hand seemed so warm and alive. He was always a proud man and took the dominant role in their relationship from the start. But now his feelings for her disturbed him, as ill as he was. His need for her touch was consuming, almost instinctual - and his libido had increased to the point where the very thought of her set him afire. And, though it bothered him, he could do nothing to fight it. He knew that if he had the use of his limbs he would not be able to stop himself from masturbating constantly. Focused solely on the soft comfort of her grip, he felt as if all his energy came from her. He became aware of her voice mingled with others in the room, though he could not process the speech. The day went on as he drifted further in and out of reality.

After many hours, the room became quiet as the others left. Her hand left his. He heard her footsteps across the room and a latch click on the door. Though he had not the energy to open his eyes, he could hear her approach back to his bedside, almost smell her grow nearer, sense her weight settle into the chair to the left of him. 'I'm here for you now,' she whispered as she removed the oxygen tube from his upper lip and brought a manicured nail to his lips, 'we're all alone.' She watched as he wrestled weakly with his instincts for a moment, but the feel of her soft touch was too much for him. His will collapsed in the face of overpowering oral fixation; she smiled warmly as he took in her finger and again began to suck.

'There we go,' she whispered. She felt the same stirring in her chest as yesterday, though today she recognized it...not as something sexual, but rather almost...maternal? 'Julia's going to take good care of you.' With that she raised his gown, eyes still transfixed on his face, and cupped his waiting erection in her left hand. Her smile broadened with the change in his expression; he almost withered with pleasure. 'Does this feel good? Hmmm?' she cooed as she started her gentle caresses, just as he liked it back at home. So happy to make her husband feel good. Her soft palm encircled his shaft at its base. So happy to take care of him. Her silky hand began a slow rhythm. Her eyes widened as his left hand began to move slowly, coming to rest on her wrist as it lay on his hip.

'That's good, honey,' she said as her eyes returned to his face, 'that's so good.' Her rhythm continued. 'You moved for me,' she whispered to him, still suckling him with her fingertip, 'now relax.' She began to slide her finger through his lips at the same rhythm her left hand passed over his swollen member. 'Relax.' Small moans escaped the back of his throat as his face drew taut. 'Relax.' His erection stiffened as she cupped him in her palm, sensing the climax. 'Relax.' He came with a shudder that rocked his body, flowing onto his belly and chest. Her left hand cradled him until he was spent, slowly massaging the last of his juices from him. Finally, with a Kleenex from the nightstand she wiped his skin clean. It was then that she noticed something strange, how warm and electric his fluid felt through the tissue. She lifted several drops from him with her fingertip and watched as it curiously was absorbed into her skin, leaving only a tingling sensation behind and her skin dry.

She looked again to his face as his sucking weakened and his mouth went slack. He faded off into sleep, looking more peaceful than she remembered seeing him since his illness struck. She was convinced she was doing him good. More than all the medicine in the world. She rose and unlocked the door, several nurses casting her a quizzical look as they passed her in the doorway. On her walk to the car she noticed her pumps were uncomfortable, and removed them for her drive home. In fact, her slacks felt confining. Maybe I'm retaining water? She thought. Maybe I'm not exercising enough?

When she weighed herself back at home after a light dinner she was aghast that she had put five pounds onto her 110-pound frame. She quickly shed her remaining clothes and stood in front of her full-length mirror. Where did she put on the weight? Did she look fatter? No, in fact, she looked great, she admitted, especially considering the stress of the past week. You're still built like a racehorse, she thought, sleek and muscular. And, oh my, quite busty...Her breasts, she noted with interest, were noticeably bigger. Perhaps not enough to account for five pounds, but certainly a full cup size. That's not a bad change, she thought. She smiled secretly to herself as she looked at herself again in profile, and then half-turned and slowly pressed back her shoulders. Not bad at all. The rest of her though, looked as lean and firm as ever - if not more so. Nonetheless, she hit the Stairmaster and weights for an extra hour that night, possessed with a boundless energy.

III.

The next day she rose early, anxious to get back by her husband's side. Her previous distaste for the hospital was fading somewhat as she began to feel more a part of his healing process. She had a job to do and, for the time being, the hospital was the best place for it. Her head shook in quiet disbelief as she squeezed into a pair of frayed denim shorts, an old pair of her loosest white tennis sneakers, her largest bra and a small white tee shirt that now clung to her swollen breasts. She paused for a moment to pull her hair back in the hallway mirror on her way out to the car. She looked radiant back at the hospital; the room was full of medical students as she entered. Their gazes lingered over her body as the doctor reassessed John's situation for her, 'His vital signs have remained great and he's been slightly more responsive to deep stimuli since leaving quarantine. We've taken him off the oxygen, which he's tolerating well. His nights, though, are fitful and he's still not taking any nourishment and slowly losing weight.'

She spent the day holding his hand and watching the ebb and flow of caregivers from the room, eager for the chance to be alone again. She could sense he was anxious, also. When finally the doctor promised her some moments in private, she again locked the door. She seated herself on the bed with him and raised his head up into her lap. He responded with a sigh, luxuriating in the warm, smooth flesh of her golden thighs. 'There we are. Isn't that nice?' she asked as she playfully passed the fingers of her right hand, one by one, through his lips, settling finally with her index finger. He began to suck. As she raised his gown, he moaned in anticipation. She propped him up higher on her lap, putting a pillow below her knees and took him in her hand. He squirmed and turned his head towards her, brushing his cheek against the shirt over her breast. What is he doing? She began to stroke him with a feathery touch, her eyes wide and alive, reading his face. He moaned again, turning more, the corner of his mouth now up against a swell of breast, his nose sniffing at her.

Her thoughts raced as she caressed him further. It's not this that he wants. She slowly removed her finger from his mouth and used it to tilt his face closer to her, cradling his head in her arm. His lips began kissing her breasts weakly through her shirt and bra, searchingly. I know what it is. She moved his head slightly, and turned her shoulders a bit, presenting the swelling nub of her nipple below her clothes to his mouth. A noiseless gasp passed through her as he attempted to take her into his mouth beyond the fabric. He wants my breast. Her instincts sang as she could feel his lips working her flesh and gazed down lovingly into her husband's face. A tender moment passed while deep warmth grew in her chest. She felt so full of love for him at that moment that she was near bursting. Holding him like this made her feel complete, like she was fulfilling her life's purpose. Is it wrong for me to feel this good, she thought, when he feels so bad?

Any faint twinges of guilt were suddenly replaced by an eager fascination as she felt a wetness gather around her nipple. Was that moisture building near his mouth on her shirt? His saliva...or could it possibly be...? His weak suckling became more fervent as he sensed something change. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she saw that his hand has come to rest atop hers as it stroked his member. He needs me, she told herself, he's like a little baby. I can nurse him back to life. He continued to mouth her through her shirt as his hips began to twitch in spasm. 'Oh, darling, come for me,' she whispered. His orgasm burst from her hand and drained onto him.

Exhausted, he drifted quickly off to sleep. Spending some time to relish the moment, she looked reflectively down at his fluid spattered across his skin. Hesitatingly, she brought her hand to it and wiped part of it from him. It felt good as it dissolved into the flesh of her palm. She gathered more and rubbed it into her hands and wrists, onto her arms and legs. Again, it was absorbed with a pleasing warmth that seemed to travel throughout her body. What could it mean? Julia placed her husband's head back on a pillow and rearranged his bedclothes with care. When he was all tucked in again, she kissed him gently on the forehead and turned to leave the room for the evening, covering the wet areas on her chest with a sweater thrown over her shoulder. In the doorway she paused, turned to blow him a kiss, and breathed 'dream about me tonight, honey.'

Feeling uncomfortable in her sneakers, which seemed to fit better that morning, and noticing the rips that were beginning to creep up the sides of her shorts, Julia made up her mind to go shopping before heading home. If she was gaining weight or retaining water or whatever it was, she deserved a spending spree to pick up some new clothes that fit. Getting in her car and pulling the seat back a few inches for comfort, she headed off to the mall.

Having decided halfway through her ride that her tennis shoes were just far too tight to wear, she walked through the mall and into the shoe store barefoot. She noticed that the boy who measured her - somehow her feet had grown from a size 6 to a nearly a 7 - could not keep his eyes from her long, bare legs. Finally deciding on a pair of sandals, some open-toed flats and a new set of cross-trainers, Julia gave in to temptation and walked out in a pair of four-inch black pumps. My legs look fabulous in these, she thought, a fact which her sales boy’s lingering gaze confirmed for her as she exited. The thrill of her next purchases at several high-end clothing stores - a few tops, a couple of swim suits, some skirts, shorts and pants - almost distracted her from the discomfort of her bra, which was now pressing into her flesh uncomfortably.

Her stop at Victoria's Secret brought a giddy feeling of surprise when she discovered that she had grown beyond the 34DD that she had assumed she'd need. Her breasts were bigger, she realized, as she stood before the fitting room mirror, even bigger than last night. Rather than alarming her, the extra mass felt good, seemed to ground her more solidly in her body. She drew a sense of newfound power from her larger bosom. If she was going to nurture John, she might as well look the part, she figured wryly. Her purchases did not end with the numerous pieces of lingerie, however. As she was heading back to the mall exit, the sign for a maternity supply store caught her eye. She entered that shop with thoughts of John, a mischievous curiosity and a plan taking shape in her mind.

IV

John dreamt again that night. As he seemed to be having more awareness of reality during waking hours, so did his dreams seem more complete, less disparate in imagery than previously. In his dream, John lay awake in semi-darkness, in what seemed to be a long, oversized bed many feet off the floor. The ceiling soared a great distance above him. There were wooden supports, or bars of some type, rising from all sides, blocking any exit. He was surrounded by huge, soft pillows and cotton blankets. His anxiety began to grow as he realized it was not a bed he was in, but rather a giant crib, lying naked on the sheets. He could barely move; to his best efforts all he could manage was to flail his limbs about impotently. His attention was drawn to a huge, brightly-lit doorway past the foot of his crib as a silhouetted figure slowly filled its space. It was a gigantic form of voluptuous curves, clothed in an apron, and it began to advance into the room toward him. Now at the end of his crib, the impressive swells of her body caught the light and drew his eyes. She began to bend forward towards him. Her full, matronly cleavage beckoned him from her low-cut blouse as she leaned into the crib. He could not avert his gaze from the shadowed valley of her enormous bosom, the soft expanses of flesh approaching him. He was filled with equal parts dread and awe-struck wonder as light fell across a smiling face, revealing his wife Julia, grown to massive proportions. She was so beautiful; her face held no malice, but he was frightened nonetheless. Her arms reached out for his body, the size of a newborn in comparison, as her smile beamed and she casually announced, 'feeding time.'

He was awoken by the sound of a nurse in conversation with his wife. The voices seemed muddled, but he was able to hear most of what was being said. 'He's ejaculated again during the night. His semen - and other secretions - still contains a high viral load, though it remains a dormant, non-infective form. So, as before, he's not contagious. The doctors aren't sure if any of this is significant, but we thought you should know. By the way, did you ever get down to the lab for the additional blood work the doctors wanted on you?' His wife responded in the negative. The nurse left the room as several physicians entered. Again, he missed much of the talk, mostly about nourishment and fluids, electrolyte levels and weight loss. All he knew was that he was hungry and weak and filled with sexual tension, but could not summon the energy to open his eyes, let alone speak or move.

The presence of his wife next to him during the day calmed him somewhat; he could understand her voice more easily than those of the others. She spent the day talking to him of trivialities. The wonderful weather, her shopping spree, her workout last night. 'I've been spending sooo much time in the gym without you around. Stairmaster. Treadmill. Aerobics. Weights. I want you to come home. I need my training partner back.' She smiled and eyed him mischievously, 'I've been getting stronger, you know,' a giggle, 'you should see how much I can leg press now.' She looked at her leg with pride, which had become so firm and muscular. She then passed her hand over his thigh, noticing how already it had begun to atrophy. She hesitated in a moment of guilt, but could not help but playfully gloat, 'I can do as much weight as you used to be able to do.' She felt her protective urges for this man well up in her chest, and thought - but did not speak - more of last night. Of the additional nine pounds of weight since yesterday. Of her breasts. And of the nearly three inches she'd grown. How that had occurred, she wasn't yet entirely sure. But the tape measure did not lie: she had sprouted to almost 5'10'. She was growing larger and stronger even as her husband dwindled and became weaker. Her emotions were conflicted, but she had always wanted to be taller, especially during her modeling years, and this was a dream come true. Would she get any bigger? How much? She could only hope...or maybe, just maybe, she could do more than hope.

The maternal feelings burgeoning in her were being joined by others more sensual, more selfish. She brought back thoughts of how even the doctors today looked at her. They noticed the tightness of her t-top, the shortness of her skirt. Maybe she could give them all more. She moved her hand slowly up her husband's thigh, pulling his robe away. His erection was already there to meet her. Leaning over, she pulled something from her handbag, and whispered in his ear, 'Now, tell me, what have you been dreaming about when I'm not here?' She brushed her fingernails up from the base of his member, 'Something naughty, hmm? Well, I hope you saved some for me.' Her fingers danced along him. He sighed a long, rattling breath. 'I brought something I think you may like.' She began to stroke him with her familiar caresses and brought the object from her purse to his face. He felt something rubbery press gently against his lips as she spoke. 'The doctors tell me you don't want anything they feed you. Now, I want you to try this.' A drop of liquid appeared on the surface of the rubber nipple and ran into his mouth. The taste of it nearly shocked him. It was like nothing else he remembered and seemed to fill his throat with warmth. A cavernous hunger immediately overtook him and his need for nourishment controlled his actions. His lips took in the end of the bottle and began to suck, drawing fluid through the nipple. A milky liquid, seemingly imbued with a natural energy, filled his mouth with its sweetness. He swallowed and felt it run down his throat into his stomach, quickly permeating into every cell.

'Good. That's good,' she whispered as his sucking became regular, 'drink it all down.' Perhaps this is what he needs, she thought, to keep him alive. She smiled at the concept. She wasn't sure she wanted him to get stronger too quickly; she rather enjoyed their new roles for the time being. She could scarcely believe that she, the little country girl from down south, born and raised in poverty, had come to this point. She had fled her family's trailer home while still in her teens, made a modeling career for herself and, with the help of a little speech training, dropped her heavy twang for a trace hint of a pleasant drawl. With her coltish beauty and etiquette-school charm she had won a rich doctor for a husband, a man bred for success in his affluent, WASP family. He had her enthralled with his aplomb, his wealth and his patrician charm. And now she had him right where she wanted him.

Her hand continued its gentle ministrations along his shaft as he was gradually finishing the contents of the bottle. Soon, however, she stopped her rhythm. She took his hand, which had come to rest on his hip near hers, and placed it gently on his own erection. She could sense the trepidation creep across him, but his libido was all consuming, and he did not pull away. His lips continued their work at the bottle. Slowly, with a glint of anticipation in her eye and a thin half-smile on her lips, she began to rub his palm up and down the length of his stiff member. She closed his grip around it, and continued to guide his motions, building again to a slow rhythm. With hesitation, she removed her hand; his movement continued. Her smile grew in victory. She had brought movement back to him. She looked down tenderly. He was jerking himself off as he finished the milk from her bottle. When it was sucked dry and John's strokes continued to quicken, she unscrewed the nipple from the glass bottle. 'That's right, John. Doesn't that feel good?' A fingertip caressed his face. 'Are you all full up?' She brought the glass bottle down toward his quivering manhood. 'Well, there's more where that came from, I promise,' she took his chin in her other hand and peered into his face, reading every hint of expression. His eyes were clamped shut while hers were wide and alive. 'Do you know what that was, honey? In the bottle?' His every muscle stiffened. 'I think you do. You just don't want to admit it to yourself.' He teetered on the brink of orgasm. 'Why, it was my milk, of course.' Her words pushed him over the edge. His release came in a torrent; she moved immediately to gather him in the bottle, placing the glass over the head of his shaft as it spasmed. 'Mmmm ... now this is what I wanted.' She waited patiently as he squeezed the last drop from himself, into her waiting container. His hand fell away, his body went limp. Sleep tight, baby. She screwed the cap back onto the bottle and returned it to her purse and said 'Now, that's for later.' Her hand ran through his hair as he sank into a deep sleep. She kissed him again on the forehead and rose to leave.

V

Back at the house she was bubbling with excitement to try her experiment. She had weighed and measured herself in preparation: One-hundred and twenty-four pounds, five foot nine and two-thirds inches. She stood clothed in front of the full-length mirror, bottle of her husband's semen in her hand. Unscrewing the cap, she sniffed its contents. Along with its briny, musky odor there lingered a scent of electricity. She tipped the bottle back and drank it down. Like swallowing molten lava, it nearly lit her throat afire. She gasped in ecstasy and shut her eyes as its energy flowed into her, carried like a current into every nerve ending. As it faded to a gentle warmth that filled her body, she opened her eyes and watched herself grow. Ever so gradually, she could see the reflection in the mirror expanding. Though the change was subtle, the hem of her t-top crept slowly away from the waist of her silk skirt, which was drifting millimeter-by-millimeter up her thighs. Her legs grew longer, more solid. Her calves cut impressively beneath her skin. She kicked off her pumps as they began to bite uncomfortably into her feet, and unclasped her constricting bra through the back of her shirt. She glowed with pride as her chest pushed the bra from her, filling the front of her top with its lushness. Her breath slowed, became even as the growth tapered. Stepping eagerly to the measuring tape on the wall and the scale alongside, she nearly burst into cheer with the results. One hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Six feet tall. And never, she knew, had she ever looked so beautiful. If only they could see me back in Louisiana now, she thought, My father would probably have a heart attack. Sick fuck.

Gazing, enraptured with her own image, into the mirror, she tossed the long waves of her golden hair about her head and let it fall over her breasts. Oh god, her breasts. How they filled her with authority. John won't be able to resist this, she thought, running her hands over her curves and thinking of their time together earlier today, I'll hold him like a little baby. She felt a bit somber for a moment, knowing that her growth was a direct result of his sickness. But, if some good could come of the situation, let it. It was meant to be, she decided to herself, there must be a purpose. I'm getting bigger for him. Her need for his body against her was palpable at that instant.

She drifted to the couch where the breast-pump lay from last night. Sitting down and removing her shirt and bra with great ceremony, she looked down upon her majestic bosom. So full of life for him. She picked up the pump from beside her and, bringing it to her chest, paused reflectively. Though almost craving its suction, she resisted, and mused over the possibilities. With a knowing smile she dropped the pump and rose, heading for the gym and anticipating with excitement what the next day would bring.

VI

'Well, John, there's good news and bad news.' The doctor addressed him though he still lay motionless, his eyes shut, among his sheets. Though a confident, well-respected tropical disease specialist, he was clearly unnerved by Julia's presence. He hadn't remembered her being so...statuesque. Must be wearing some big heels, he thought. 'The good news is that we're all heartened by your alertness,' he turned to face Julia where she hovered behind him, 'he's been responding slightly to vocal stimuli and pinpricks overnight. We're quite sure he can hear us.' He passed a gaze down Julia's body as she turned her eyes back to her husband. She was wearing flats. But, Lord, look at those legs. 'His electrolyte levels have become good, blood sugar's normal. In many respects he seems better.' She turned to him, batted her eyelashes and flashed a smile which made his heart stop as she asked, 'What's the bad news?' He stammered, and continued, 'W-well, he's started to lose weight at a much faster pace. We're not really sure why. He's gone from one hundred and sixty five pounds before the illness to one thirty-two today. Twelve of that he lost just last night.' One thirty-two, hmm?

Julia Blake turned away from the doctor and back to John. Tumultuous thoughts and eager hopes raced through her head, yet she remained calm. 'Is that bad?' she asked. 'Well, yes, of course it's bad, Mrs. Blake. If he continues to drop weight like this, he can't last long. He'll waste away to nothing in no time.' She pondered the doctor's words as she regarded her husband. He looked small and frail, maybe because she had become so big, but not thin enough to account for more than thirty pounds of lost weight. 'We're doing all we can to make him comfortable,' he concluded, hands outstretched as he backed from the room, 'but if he doesn't turn around quick, we may lose him. Sorry.'

The door clicked shut quietly. His heart quickened as he felt the weight of her lean with her elbows onto the bed besides him. She was quiet, but she dominated his senses. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something ominous about her powerful presence. He almost had a taste of fear. 'John, I have a lot I want you to know,' she began quietly. 'I've always loved you more than you can imagine. Seeing you get sick almost killed me. I felt so helpless. But I think what's happened can bring us closer.' He could feel her smile faintly and caress his cheek. 'You used to take care of me, but that can't happen anymore. So, I've started to change. I've had to get stronger. I can take care of you now.' She brought the back of her hand down his neck, and rubbed his thin shoulder. 'I think you know that you've started to change, too, but you need to change more. You have to let go of your pride and accept the fact that you need me to keep you safe. To keep you warm.' Some kind of amorous, maternal aura was emanating from her, settling over him like a cloud. 'To feed you.' What was she saying? What did she mean? Her tone frightened him more. 'Do you remember my milk last night? Yes, you do.' She drew closer. 'You need my milk to survive. I can make all you'll ever need.' His mind raced behind his closed lids. If anything, the milk had made him lose more weight. She must be insane. Driven mad by the stress.

'I've changed in other ways, too, darling. And you did it to me. Open your eyes and look at me.' She turned his head slightly on the pillow to face her, his eyes still closed. 'Your love has made me bigger. And stronger. And more beautiful. So I can take care of you.' She pulled down his sheets, and smiled at the erection that already divulged his arousal beneath his gown. Shame welled in his throat. 'John, look at my breasts. See how big they've become. They're full of milk for you. Just like last night.' She moved even closer, intentionally brushing the softness of her breasts against his face. 'I know how much you like big breasts. You always did. You used to cuddle up against mine. Like a little baby boy. Well, mine are huge now, and all for you.' His breathing had become erratic, and his hand lay near his swollen member below his gown. She pulled his clothing up to his chest, allowing him access. 'There there. Think about that. Think about how good it could feel. Think about my big breasts pressing into your face. Think about how good it all would feel. How good it would feel to let me take care of everything for you.' He began to whine softly. She backed away a fraction. 'Open your eyes, John,' she undid the top button of her blouse, 'I want this to be the first thing that you see.' He struggled mightily within himself; not knowing whether he should keep his lids shut or open his eyes to what was in front of him. He feared he would lose himself in her if he looked.

He couldn't help himself. His eyes fluttered open and began to focus. She was leaning on the bed next to him, on her elbows. Things became more clear. She was wearing a light denim shirt, which swelled out towards him, and she was slowly unfastening the buttons. 'Welcome back, baby. You're going to like what Julia has for you.' She undid the last several buttons with taunting care and began to slowly peel the shirt away. Her smile was beatific as she watched her husband's eyes grow wide. Holy God, he thought, Sweet Mother of Mercy. Her Breasts. What's happened to her breasts? He could see their milky grandeur shadowed braless behind the fabric. She passed her left hand below the mass of her right breast and, her right hand drawing her shirt away, hefted it towards him, round and massive and firm.

He gazed, hypnotized, at his wife's enormous white breast. His every cell yearned unnaturally for it. He fought himself, but the deepest parts of his soul cried for him to go to her, to cling to her for dear life. 'Look at me, baby,' she purred as she drew the shirt from her other breast, 'look at how big I am.' It was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on. She raised herself up on her hands and let her overly full breasts hover only inches from his face. He closed his eyes. He summoned every last ounce of strength in his frail body for a last defense and, when he opened his lids again, he stared straight into her huge, dazzling blue eyes. She saw right into him. She saw his weakness. She smiled a knowing, unpleasant smile. He crumbled. She reveled in her strength as it increased tenfold.

Get used to this, little man, she thought; as she stared him into submission, I'm all you've got.

He looked away. To her hair. How blond she was. So soft, so beautiful. 'It's ok, baby, you can look at me all you want. I won't bite.' His eyes slid down the golden locks to her graceful neck, to the front of her blouse. 'My breasts are big, aren't they? You can hardly keep your eyes off them,' she said almost playfully, 'do you like them big like this? Hmm? I'm such a big girl now.' She laughed and leaned into him, dragging the heaviness of her soft teats across his face as she dropped to her elbows. 'I'm bigger than you, now. Do you know that?' she drew his face deep into the valley of her cleavage. A moment of silence. The balance of power perceptibly shifted a bit more. He began to kiss the flesh of her bosom feebly, almost as if in fealty. She looked down at him, holding the top of his head in place, and began to whisper gently, 'And I can get even bigger. You just need to show me how much you love me.' She eyed his quivering hand, so close to his erection. She dragged her great breast across his face, and drew away from him the slightest bit.

He lay there, staring up at the nipple only inches from his mouth, and the woman who held his life in her control beyond it. Hunger like none he'd ever known bored through him. His member pained, aching for release. To give in now would mean a life of utter dependency; she would start to overshadow him completely. To refuse would likely mean the end of his existence. He didn't think he could refuse if he tried; he was so spellbound by her. 'Do it, John, show me I'm the only one for you.' His hand trembled more and began to move. Her nipple began to swell before his eyes. 'I'm so big for you. So full. Give in, John. Just touch yourself, and it can all be yours.' His fingers shook and hung over his stiffening erection, the last of his dignity fighting valiantly. A glistening drop of white formed on Julia's nipple as she let down her milk. Oh god, he needed her like nothing else. 'So warm. So sweet. Remember how it tasted so good?' The shame welled within him. He could not believe what he was about to do. 'Let me breastfeed you.'

She watched this incredible sight with wild fascination. Her husband took himself into his own hand and began to masturbate below her magnificent bosom, which she lowered to his waiting lips as he closed his eyes. She could sense his pride withering away. Triumphant, she began to nurse him there, on his sickbed, her copious milk flowing into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head firmly and pulled him into her smotheringly. Suddenly all was right with the world. His mind became a blank, filled only with the sensation of her massive, motherly breast against his face and her milk filling his body. His skin began to tingle, and every muscle seemed to twitch. Yes, he would give himself to her completely, he thought, and his hand began to move more vigorously over his shaft with excitement. 'That's right, baby,' she cooed as she massaged her breast gently against his face, 'give it all to Julia. Doesn't that feel good? Isn't this what you've always wanted?' They both realized this was so, a thought that empowered her and further shamed him. His stroking continued to escalate. 'You've always fantasized about this moment, haven't you; from the time you were a little boy, all through our marriage. Well, here you are, suckling on your wife's big breast, beating off.' He began to whimper, and pump faster. 'And she's going to get bigger for you. Much bigger.' She squeezed him closer; her milk ran in rivulets down his cheeks. His hand reached a crescendo. 'So.' His sucking abruptly stopped and his mouth opened in a silent wail. 'Much.' Her eyes sparkled. 'Bigger.'

He lost all sense of himself as he came like a geyser within his own hand. He sprayed up onto her breasts, anointing her with his semen. As it continued to flow onto her, she massaged it into her soft flesh with relish, allowing some of it to dribble to his cheeks. She smiled as she did this, and rubbed more of the fluid across her breasts and onto his face. Again, it quickly absorbed into her skin, yet remained pooled and sticky on his. Funny, his head looked a bit smaller than earlier, though she knew she had only just started to grow. As his strength to continue sucking began to wane, she removed her nipple from his mouth and rubbed her breasts against his face, drawing up the remaining liquid. She luxuriated in a warm bath of growth that ran over every inch of her body. Can he feel me growing? Can he feel me getting bigger? What could he be thinking? His eyes rolled and locked with hers for an instant. She met him with a warm smile. Everything's going to be all right from now on.

VII

He was able finally to look around his room early the next morning. He had been raised to a half-seated position and could occasionally summon the strength to open his eyes. Though he had to admit he felt better physically, thinking back to the events of yesterday left him emotionally and mentally crushed. To what depths had he sunk? What kind of future could possibly lie ahead of him, if he were to live? Depending on the care of a woman who had obviously begun to lose her grip on reality? One so drunk with some unholy sense of power over him? The possibilities were both terrifying and - at the same time - inexplicably arousing. He could no longer fathom the idea of resisting her will. Her smothering, maternal hold over him was oppressive, fueled by his own irrepressible libido, physical weakness and driving hunger for her milk and warm embrace. At least he had the comfort in knowing he was safe in the care of the hospital staff, though they obviously had no idea of these developments in the situation. He was still unable to speak, though his strength was slowly returning and someday soon might allow him to voice his alarm.

His eyes grew wide as she entered the room and stood in the doorway. He had not seen her standing erect since he first opened his eyes the day previous, and the sight chilled him. She smiled wickedly at his expression and approached his bed silently, growing taller; it seemed, with every step. She was certainly dressed for his benefit: a long, tight navy blue skirt, slit high up the thigh, outlining endless legs and full, strong hips. A matching, high-necked sweater of thin cashmere clung tightly to her impossible curves. Her makeup was done flawlessly, her lips painted in shimmering mocha brown. Hair pulled back, strands falling elegantly onto her long neck. At his side, she straightened to her full height and peered down at him. 'You like?' she asked, arching an eyebrow coyly, 'I've been taking my vitamins.' His fear welled in him again as he realized they were alone, and his shame redoubled as he recognized that he was secretly thrilled. 'You look well. Sitting up. Eyes open - mostly,' already his lids had begun to feel heavy from exertion, 'was it something you ate?' He flushed visibly and a shiver ran through him as images of their last encounter surfaced. 'Well, it certainly agreed with you,' she laid a hand on his head and straightened his hair.

'I liked our little talk yesterday, but I don't think we had the chance to discuss my wardrobe. I'm going to need to...expand it a little bit.' With that she slowly inhaled, and said with a pout, 'I just don't seem to fit into any of my old clothes anymore.' He felt his heart stop as she slowly thrust out her chest, nearly obscuring her face from view. He goggled momentarily at her bosomy display, and then gave in to exhaustion and shut his eyes. 'I've just been getting bigger and bigger,' she said with mock concern, 'Do you know how tall I am now? Six foot one and a quarter. Though my waist has only gone up two inches to twenty-four, my hips are almost thirty-eight inches. But it's all solid muscle.' She turned her rear to him and bent ever so slightly at the waist. His eyes flicked open for a brief instant and he moaned at the sight. She smiled. 'And my bust measurement is going off the charts. Do you remember how big they were yesterday? They're even bigger now.' Numbers and bra sizes, usually so important to him both in his profession and his fantasies, sped through his brain. How big could she be? He needed to know. 'I've had to go to specialty lingerie shops. Very expensive.' As she paused to let all this information sink in, he shuddered at himself as he became more and more aroused. 'So you won't mind, of course, if I open a few new credit accounts? You do want your little wife to look her best for all your doctor friends, right?'

As if on cue, the attending physician swept into the room and halted, dead in his tracks, at the sight of her. 'Oh, M-Mrs. Blake, you're here early.' By God, she is tall. She towered over him, though he took some uneasy comfort in the fact that, today, she had on a vicious pair of heels. Her lips parted invitingly as a haughty spark of mischief lit her eyes. She paused. Let him look at me for a moment. He'll think of this when he's in bed with his old, fat wife. 'Well, someone has to take care of my poor baby,' She clasped her hands behind her and arched her back, looking down at John and then sideways at the doctor, 'don't you think I'm up to the job?'

'A-as I s-said, I assure y-you we're doing a-all we can.' The poor little man, she thought, he can barely speak. 'But that b-brings up our conversation on the phone last night.' The doctor started to gather himself as she relaxed her posture, releasing his gaze mercifully. He concentrated with all his efforts towards his patient. 'Yes, he has had another dramatic weight loss. Nearly ten pounds since yesterday. And, something else is puzzling. How tall was your husband before he fell ill? We have him listed at five eleven. Is that correct?' Excited thoughts ran through her. Could it be true? 'Yes, doctor, that sounds right.' What was he going to say to her? Hopes and prayers danced.

'Well, your husband is shrinking. He's obviously demonstrating generalized loss of long bone tissue, which explains in part his weight loss. His vitals are, somehow, still excellent, which baffles me. He should be showing high calcium levels, difficulty breathing, pain, many things. But he keeps plugging along - and is even a little more alert today.'

The doctor put his hand on John's shoulder. What is he saying? I'm shrinking? John's thoughts became confused. How can that be? And then it all fell together. The virus. It wasn't just in him; it was still in her, too. The viral bodies in his fluids were causing her growth, and those in her milk must be making him shrink. And no doubt it was affecting their personalities and drives, also. It was building her into the penultimate viral reservoir, and turning him slowly into a parasite, unable to derive nourishment from anything but her. The realizations filled him with silent horror, but an alien, inner voice slowly soothed him. She's here to comfort me.

'So, doctor,' she tried to remain composed, hiding a smile despite the elation she felt, 'how tall is he now?'

'Five six. I've never seen anything like it. He's lost about five inches.' Her heart leapt. It was better than she dreamed! 'Which brings me back to my point,' he continued, 'since there's obviously no more we can do for him here at this institution, he has no need for any further medication or treatment, and seems to be without pain, I think we can go ahead with your request of last night.'

'You mean...' she looked to the doctor expectantly.

'Yes.' The doctor almost regretted his words as he looked to her face, which held an obviously false expression of remorse and subtly disturbed him. But it was too late. 'He'll be more comfortable. You can take him home.'

VIII

Oh God. John's thoughts became newly frantic. Oh no. He recoiled at the doctor's words. The possibilities, the inevitabilities, made him cringe. They can't be serious. They can't send me home with her. I'll disappear. His eyes shot open and an arm raised into the air, searching to catch the doctor's attention. But he was already nearly out the door, with his back turned. 'I'll get the staff to get John dressed, gather his things and make sure a transport van is ready,' were his parting words.

'Thank you, doctor,' Julia called after him. A smile returned to her face as she brought her gaze back down to her husband. 'Now won't that be better? Back in your own house. In your own bed. With your wife there to take care of you.' Disturbing images flashed through his mind. What were her plans for him? She was obviously beside herself with satisfaction. 'We're going to have so much fun together, all alone. No one to disturb us.' She ran her hand up his leg and began to slowly massage his member, already semi-aroused, through his robe. He stiffened painfully. 'Think of what we can accomplish.' Her eyes met his. She grasped on more firmly to him, sheathed in cotton, and gently began to pass her hand up and down his length. 'Imagine what we could be together.' She smiled thinly. His eyes closed as he began to lose himself in her touch and her hypnotic words. 'That's right. Picture it. Picture you and me.' He saw them in bed, he locked in her embrace. He saw her standing over him, her head soaring towards the cathedral ceilings of their home, he curled at her feet. A swell of hunger rolled through him. 'It can all come true. I can fulfill all your fantasies for you.' Her hand felt so good. It held him so confidently, squeezing and stroking him in perfect rhythm. She's right. She's all I ever dreamed about. Electric tremors began to run through him. 'Everything you ever wanted in your deepest, most secret desires. I can do it all for you. We can do it together.' Christ. He was going to come. There was no stopping it now. He hated himself for it. For his weakness. 'Soon, John. Soon I'll have you home. So very soon.' He decided fighting was useless and let himself go.

'Woops!' she exclaimed softly as she abruptly dropped his member and straightened his gown. His eyes were suddenly wide. What happened? Why did she stop? A nurse had entered the room and was looking straight at him, her eyes and mouth agape in shock. His every muscle was coiled, his hospital gown tented and quivering. 'He must be excited to see you,' Julia said wryly to the nurse while sitting demurely by his side. He tried to stop but could not. It was too late. He clamped his eyes in shame and came into his robe. The nurse gasped, sputtered something nervously, and spun from the room. His orgasm was fading as Julia placed her hand back on him and rubbed his wetness into his skin as she whispered into his ear, 'That was a freebie. But the rest, love, are for me.' She rose. He turned to watch her leave the room, her hips swaying lasciviously, firm flesh undulating beneath her skirt.

In the doorway, without as much as a glance, Julia passed the nurse as she returned with an armload of John's clothing and clean bedding. 'Well, Dr. Blake,' the nurse intoned as she began to remove his robe with obvious distaste, 'I guess you're going home.' He soon dropped into a deep sleep.

IX

'Welcome home, baby!' He woke with a start. He was seated in a wheelchair and being pulled from the back of a van. Julia smiled exuberantly with arms outstretched in greeting as she watched the pair of EMTs lower her husband to the ground. She bent at the waist and hugged him tightly to her, kissing the top of his head. 'Was your ride ok? Are you still alright sitting up?' He squinted at the setting sun, which burned at his retinas, and noticed his dull aches of hunger. It was early evening. He couldn't remember a thing since that morning at the hospital. Julia was snapping orders at the men wheeling him towards the front door, obviously displeased that his discharge took so long. They were leering obviously at her body, which at one time would have made her uncomfortable. But she was done with being intimidated or overly impressed by the attention of men. Her husband. Her father. Her realization of the power she had over them was growing by the day. 'Follow me this way. We'll set him up in the bedroom.' She could feel the silent heat of the men's stares as she strode ahead of them; they gazed at her lustfully. Like dogs.

Through the great room and into the master wing, the trip brought back memories to John of a life long past. Wine by candlelight. Hanging canvases over the mantle. Extravagantly prepared breakfasts hurriedly consumed en route to early morning surgery. Ancient history. That life was over. He was wheeled into the spacious bedroom suite. From this point onward, all that mattered lay right in front of him: his tall, beautiful wife who stood with hands clasped in front of her, and an enormous bed.

Shrinking or not, he thought, that bed is huge. What happened? 'I didn't think our king-size was going to be quite big enough anymore,' she offered, interpreting his bafflement, 'I had this one custom made. Industrial size. Industrial strength.' That thing, he thought, is big enough for a...giant. He swallowed nervously. The EMTs looked to each other and shrugged as they moved to lift John from his chair.

'No, stop,' she commanded, stopping them in their tracks, 'I can do this.' The men stepped back with apprehension as Julia approached her husband. With a confident smile and her eyes locked on his, she bent slowly. John cringed. Oh no, he thought, she wouldn't. Her arms slipped around him, one behind his back and one below his thighs, and she hoisted him into the air. Holding him in her arms, she gazed deep into his soul and watched his pride melt away even further. He's mine, now. All mine. She walked the several steps to the bed; eyes still fixed on his, and lowered him gently into his huge, warm nest. He felt lost on the mattress' wide expanse.

She turned her back to him and waved the others out of the room. As they left with the wheelchair, she propped him up with some pillows and whispered playfully to him, 'I'll be right back. Now don't you go anywhere.' She followed after the pair to show them out, affording him several moments alone to surmise his situation. The bedroom was, aside from the arrival of this gargantuan bed, much the same as it had been left before their vacation. The ceilings soared past twenty feet, as they did throughout much of the house. Decoration was sparse but elegant. Large skylights allowed for an open, airy atmosphere. Across the room - to him it may as well have been a thousand miles - the bedroom door hung open. As all the doors in their home, it was a huge, dramatic portal of heavy oak hanging on iron hinges. Would he ever pass through it again? His emotions lay in a tangled mess of sadness, fear and, he had to admit, anxious excitement and anticipation.

'Are you still ok in there?' he heard her call from the adjacent changing room, 'They're gone now. You can relax.' His mind did ease a bit as he listened to her voice, which sounded - for a change - quite sober and levelheaded. Maybe things have changed. He grasped at a leg of hope. Maybe I have my wife back. 'You know, I gave my old agent a call yesterday. I thought I might get a photo shoot arranged. To see how the 'new me' looks on camera.' Why would she want to do that? he thought, we certainly don't need the money. His disability - and life, if it came to that - insurance was more than adequate to keep her living in the style to which she was accustomed. 'I told him I looked a little different. He was reluctant, but said he'd meet with me at his office tomorrow. This could be the start of something big for me.' His thoughts began to get a bit more confused. Where was she going with this? The image of her posing in front of a camera swept several emotions through him - jealousy and apprehension, but most of all arousal. She knew she was slowly changing into a veritable sex goddess. And now, it seemed, she wanted the world to know about it. 'I thought you might like to help me choose out something to wear.'

All hopes that she had returned to her senses were dashed when she reappeared in the doorway wearing little more than an evil grin across her face. In truth, she was wearing what, on anyone else, would be called a striped blue tube top and a pair of tiny white bikini briefs. On her, it could hardly be called clothing. He could not stop himself from ogling her from head to toe. There was so much of her, and in such proportions. She looked so soft, yet so strong. He physically felt his jaw drop. 'I know it's a little small,' she teased, delighted with his reaction, 'it was even a little small on me before I started to grow. But I think you always liked it.' She approached his bed, sashaying her tan, muscular hips to and fro. She knelt by his side and pulled the sheets from him, noticing the bulge swelling in his sweatpants and affording him a fine view of her cleavage. 'And it looks like you still do.' She stood, inhaled deeply and straightened her back, thrusting her breasts forward. The sharp sound of fabric ripping brought a gleeful 'Ooo!' from her as she quickly threw up her hands in a vain attempt to cover the wide expanse of her breasts, her top falling to the floor. She seemed delighted. Though her hands obscured her nipples, the rest of her heavy, firm, round flesh hung exposed for his eyes. 'That was fun! But, I guess I won't be wearing that tomorrow!' She turned her fine rear to him and tossed a look over her shoulder, hands still at her chest, 'any suggestions?' He met her with a mute stare, but quickly averted his eyes. Does she know what she's doing to me? His member throbbed. His heart raced. Yes, he thought, of course she does.

As she left the room again for another change of clothes, beads of sweat began to form on his brow. He was alarmed that, as he had begun to feel healthier over the past days, his libido had strengthened as well. It set on him like a fever, pulling his hand down between his legs. He rubbed himself through his clothes, aching for release. He was wary for her return; he did not want her to see him like this. 'Are you ready?' she called, and he quickly brought his hands back to his chest, 'here I come.'

X

Oh Christ. His breathing quickened. Look at her. Chris Christ. She sauntered in again, still in her white panties but covering her chest with a small t-top, the word 'Lush' stitched in black and stretched across her full bosom. 'Oh darling,' she cooed as she leaned over the foot of his bed, 'you're sweating.' She bent further forward, squeezing her breasts together with her elbows, a seductive cheesecake pose for his benefit. His jaw went slack as he began to pant. She put one knee up onto the edge of the giant bed, then the other. Her eyes were carnivorous. Soon she was on all fours, crawling like a beast of prey up the bed towards him. 'You need to cool down, baby,' she said wantonly as she reached him, 'I don't want you overheating too early.' She straddled his shrunken legs with hers and proceeded to unbutton his blue flannel shirt. He could not, for the life of him, take his eyes from her chest. Heavy masses of flesh beckoned him from below their confines. His hunger surged. His sex howled. Her eyes watched his.

As she finished with the last of his buttons, she leaned forward to pull the shirt from his shoulders. Her breasts were tantalizingly close to his face, he could smell her flesh. His mouth began to water. 'Oh yes. It would taste so good right now, wouldn't it?' She brushed her clothed teat up his chin and over his lips as she yanked the shirt from him and tossed it aside. She hung her breasts in front of his face for an agonizing display. 'So warm and soft. So lush.' He whined feebly and worked his jaw. She sat back onto her haunches, hands on her knees. 'Don't you worry, I'll feed you later. I want you nice and hungry.' She began to play with the elastic of his sweatpants. 'Do you like my little fashion show?' she asked, pulling on his waistband, slowly lowering it down his hips, 'Do you like looking at my body?' She inched further down towards his feet as she continued to pull his pants from him. His manhood stood, quivering, as her answer. She had his pants around his knees; she leaned forward and - eyes still locked on his - brought her smiling face inches from his erection. She whispered, 'I want you to show me how much.'

With that she rose from the bed and drifted again from the room. His eyes followed her walk as she disappeared from sight. He could take no more; his hand went to his member and began to stroke slowly, rubbing with a half-open hand. Guilt and shame welled within him, but he was at the mercy of his intense sexual drive and the images of her womanly form. He craned his neck backward on his pillow and clamped his eyes shut as the pleasurable sensations of his self-stimulation overtook him. Mental pictures of Julia streamed through his mind. The way the cotton of her t-top had strained over her cleavage as it hovered so close to his mouth. How her flesh blossomed magnificently in mountainous swells from her collarbone. The flare of those great hips from her taut, narrow waist. If he could come now, he thought, he might find brief respite from her torture when she returned.

'Now, now. Aren't we the eager little one? You're not going to get off that easy.' He was startled back to reality by her voice. His modesty and dignity pleaded with him to pull his hand quickly away, but as his eyes darted across the room to her, he knew he would not be able to muster the willpower. She stood posing below a spotlight just beyond the end of his bed in a tiny two-piece swimsuit. 'Tonight I'm going to make you ache.' She knew his weakness for her body in bathing suits, even before her transformation. He kept in his wallet a snapshot of her from an old photo shoot for a swimwear catalog; she must have looked like a scrawny schoolgirl then, she thought, compared to the statuesque vision before him now. 'Show me what you think of this.' She ran her hands over her body as she tossed her blonde mane over her shoulder with a dramatic sweep of her long neck and inspected herself in the full-length mirror. Are you ready for a real woman, little man?

She nearly glowed as she flexed her thighs and watched the thick, lean muscles as they worked below her golden skin. Pride flushed through her at the sight of her round, muscular buttocks and flat abdomen. 'I worked out in this last night, you know. Wouldn't you like to have seen that?' As her strong arms drifted behind her head and her shoulders pressed back, she riveted him with her haughty gaze in the mirror, watching him as he masturbated to this fantastic sight. She felt so powerful.

Though he had so little strength in his body, he had no choice but to use it all in his worship of her. He continued to rub himself into his belly with his hand as his eyes explored her every curve. He felt beyond shame and beyond all sense of control over his actions. She turned and approached him. 'Do you see how strong I'm getting?' He felt his heart catch in his throat. 'I'd like to see him try to push me around now.' She was speaking of her father, but he hardly heard her. He was losing himself. She sat alongside him in bed and looked at him aloofly, watching his eyes avoiding hers in their long passes over her bountiful figure. Her proximity incited his desire even more; he took himself full into his own hand and began long, smooth strokes. The bright, floral print bikini pressed into her softness and stretched like a second skin in its inadequate attempts at covering her ripe flesh.

He had been reduced so far, but she continued to chip away at him. She leaned closer into him, bringing her breasts near his face. His eyes glazed over and his tongue lolled as he gawked at the valley of her cleavage. Look at the way he's staring at me. I'm too much for him; she thought with smug satisfaction, he can't control himself. She peered at him with silent derision as she watched him in his vigorous efforts at achieving climax. Do all men dream of a woman with a body like mine? Are they all this weak? I suppose so. \par

'I bet you'd like to play with your wife's big breasts,' she purred as she pushed a few loose strands of hair over her shoulder. 'I bet you'd like me to rub them right into your face, hmm?' She saw his other hand tremble as he raised it towards her chest. 'No no, sweetie,' she gently stopped his hand, placing her fingertips against his, as it moved closer to her, 'tonight there's no touching. Just looking.' She inhaled deeply, 'But you can look all you want,' her breasts strained against the fabric. 'I just have one thing you need to do for me,' she produced a small jar from the nightstand and placed it in his hand, 'save yourself in this.'

His mind was lost in delirium and barely registered her command, focused intently on her flesh. She turned a bit away and brought her legs up underneath her at his side, putting her massive thighs and magnificent, heart-shaped bottom directly in front of him. 'How's this for a change of scenery?' The fabric of her bikini, cut high up her hip, accentuated her curves and nearly disappeared into their shadowed roundure as she turned more of her back towards him and leaned over, presenting herself wantonly to him. He gasped audibly and continued his uninhibited flagellations. 'It's so tight, John. So firm.' Her hair fell down her back, she gazed up at the ceiling as she spoke, 'Look at it. Look how big and strong it is.' She arched her lower back more, bringing him so very close to climax. His eyes strained, unblinking, at the sight of her. She was so big. So beautiful. He began to whine as his orgasm overtook him.

She threw her head over her shoulder to watch him come. Her proud smile quickly disappeared into anger as she saw the bottle lying by his side, his member spraying spasmodically onto his chest and bed linens. 'What are you doing!?' she nearly screamed, 'I told you I wanted this saved! Didn't you hear me?!' She spun quickly and grabbed the bottle, catching his remaining load and gathering what she could from his skin and sheets. He watched her dumbly, as lethargy began to creep through his bones. 'I don't want you to do that EVER again!' Consumed with rage, she raised an open hand and pulled her arm back, preparing to strike him a mighty blow across the face. At that moment, she wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. That would teach him to defy her. His eyes grew wide with shock as he was suddenly snapped back to reality. She could see the fear in his eyes. He recoiled and clamped his lids shut, steeling himself for the pain.

She looked down at his quivering face, so close to tears. How pathetic. He was shaking with fear, but otherwise motionless. Too weak for any defense. She saw he was ready to take whatever punishment she had for him. Memories of the beatings she took as a child flooded into her. She could hurt him so bad. She could have her revenge.

But, no, she thought as she forced herself to relax. Her compassion and a cool logic gradually eclipsed her violent impulses. She drew a long, slow breath and lowered her hand. As she gathered herself and rose from the bed, bottle in hand, John reopened his eyes. 'Just go to sleep,' she said as she left the room, 'you need your rest.' It was many minutes before the frantic pounding in his chest quieted and allowed him peace.

XI

His night's rest was fitful. His hunger gnawed at him tirelessly and the recurring image of Julia's enraged visage, her eyes afire with anger and violence, haunted him like a specter. When he did pass into sleep, he was belabored with dreams which grew harder and harder to distinguish from reality.

You pathetic little worm! Her voice boomed as she rose on her knees above him on the bed, Do you know how easily I could break you to pieces?! He cowered below her, quivering in abject fear. She had somehow become gigantic, rippling from head to toe in powerful muscles. Exploding with unearthly power. And, visibly, she was still growing. You feeble, miserable little man! Look at me! Look at the size of me! I'm gigantic! She was like a huge marble statue towering threateningly, chiseled and smooth. Somehow her clothes still contained her, but they were being shred from her expanding form like tissue paper. I could pop your head like a grape! I could grind your bones into dust! Can you imagine that? How would it feel?! Tell me! Frightened gibbering was his only response. She fell onto her hands and brought her huge face close to his. Her hair fell all around him, like a soft, golden curtain blocking out the rest of the world. Her smell was everywhere, sweet and pervasive. A white-hot fire beamed from her eyes into him, glowing with supernatural beauty, blue and indigo and silver. He looked at her gleaming, cruel smile, her perfect lips. So moist. She was so beautiful. You would like it, wouldn't you? She knew instantly of his arousal; she could read his thoughts. He could hide nothing from her. I should crush you, she whispered, I should crush you like the insignificant bug that you are. He could feel her growing all around him, her mass so close to blotting out his own. She smiled wider, reveling in his submission to her awesome, enveloping physical power. She grew more, and more, and more, and then drew back again to her haunches, laughing to shake the heavens. She was titanic. Absolutely colossal. And he was so small. She looked down at him with dancing eyes and brought her mighty arms above her head, hands balled into fists. The thunder in his heart was deafening. Wrath was gathered about her like storm clouds. Her lids narrowed and her mouth widened into a vicious, unholy snarl as she screamed with earth-shattering force and brought all of her awesome strength down onto him.

He woke suddenly in a cold sweat. 'Shhh ... hush ... it was only a dream. Everything's okay now.' She was in bed with him, holding him to her. He was terrified; his eyes flew in a frenzy about the room, looking for escape. His mind, so fresh from its terrifying dream, struggled irrationally with reality. She's here to kill me. Feeble attempts to bolt upright, to break from her embrace, were quieted by her strong arms. She was seated up in bed and had him propped up against her, head against her shoulder. 'Sounds like you were having a nightmare. Not about me, I hope?' She trapped his gaze and smiled benevolently down at him. His wide eyes drank in the sight as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, to bring himself back from his nightmare. The room was nearly dark, but she seemed bathed in an angelic glow. 'I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to let anything hurt you.' Her soft words, like a lilting melody to his ears, began to calm him. The familiar maternal aura radiated from her, wrapping itself around him and filling the room, stronger and more pervasive than ever. She seemed so gentle, such contrast from the woman in his dream.

No sooner did his fear begin to fade than his hunger woke with a vengeance. It tore at his every tissue, immobilizing him in a grip of hot coals. The perfumed aroma of her flesh fed its fire; her breasts, laden with milk, were so close. He was aghast at his driving need for her. His eyes drifted down to her chest, seeking comfort. His nerves settled some more as his vision roamed the expanse of her cleavage. Her breasts were covered in the pale blue satin of her short lingerie, which fell just past her broad hips. 'That's right,' she said, 'I'm here now. You're safe with me.' She shifted her shoulders, affording him a better view. He was slowly being soothed, almost hypnotized, by her great swells of flesh and the deep valley running between them, disappearing into darkness.

'I'm here to protect you,' she cooed, 'to keep you safe. To keep you warm. To make you feel nice. To love you, to feed you.' Her voice was like a lullaby as she stroked his hair. He rubbed his cheek against the soft skin of her shoulder, so comforting, and began to cover it slowly with light kisses. 'That's a good boy. Nice and calm.' She let him rest there in her arms, enjoying the tranquil warmth of her body. His kisses faded into a light, steady suction on her skin as he began to feel drowsy, despite his great hunger.

Before he could doze, however, she pulled him away from her a bit into the crook of her arm, speaking to him again in sweet whispers. His eyes fluttered to meet hers. 'John, I love you so much, and I know you love me too. And I realize how hard these past days have been for you. You've seen yourself change from a strong, confident man who had everything, who depended on nobody but himself, to what you are now. You're so very weak. You can barely move. My milk, the only food you can take to keep you alive, is making you smaller. You depend on me. You depend on me for everything. Like a little infant.'

His eyes drifted in shame from her face down her elegant throat to her chest. He was so hungry. She pulled the loose hair from her shoulder over the back of her neck. 'I realize it must be difficult, but you have to stop thinking as my husband. You need to stop thinking of me just as your wife. You see how big I'm getting? It's all for you. So I can provide for you.' As he watched her bosom heave and fall with her breath, she slowly lowered the strap of her lingerie halfway off her shoulder. It began to drift slowly down her arm, the heft of her breast keeping the satin from falling from her. 'Wives don't do these things for their husbands. You need to start thinking like a baby. For nourishment. For warmth. For comfort.'

Both their heartbeats were beginning to quicken as they felt their relationship shifting to a new level. She was reveling in his acquiescence and in her own maternal power. He felt a sibilant thrill in giving more of himself to her, surrendering additionally his wilted pride. 'I'm your wife, but I can be so much more. So much more for you, John.' She reached to the nightstand, and from the corner of his eye he saw her bring something to her lips. She let out a soft, cooing sigh as she bathed him in the balmy warmth that began to emanate from her body. She rocked him to and fro tenderly, 'I can be everything for you. You can be my little baby.' His breathing shallowed and his loins clenched with yearning as he saw her start to expand. The soft flesh of her breasts was slowly creeping up past the boundary of her nightclothes, making him more ravenous. He could feel her arm growing below his head, his own body drifting gradually up from the mattress. 'I can hold you and rock you and feed you. It can be so nice.' He began to moan softly, as if in agreement. As her breasts continued in their growth, the shimmering fabric fell further from her, only her large nipple keeping it aloft. 'It can be so warm and soft for you. You can have all you ever wanted, all you'll ever need. Warmth, Comfort,' she shifted her shoulder a bit and inhaled, 'Milk.' With that her breast emerged, the cloth falling towards her hips. He moaned again quietly as he stared now into her soft milky flesh, expanding seemingly before his eyes, beckoning him.

'How does that make you feel, hmm? That I'm going to have you as my little baby? That every day I'm going to breastfeed you, making you smaller and smaller.' She knew his hunger. She knew what she was doing to him. Her hand brought the remaining strap off her other shoulder, fully exposing her bosom. Though she had already stripped him of his dignity, she wanted more from him. He began to form feeble sounds as he gazed longingly at her, trying to call her to him. 'You can nurse from me all you want. Day in and day out. Drinking my warm milk. Feeling my soft, full breasts up against your face, up against all of you as they get bigger and bigger.' The noises from between his closed lips took greater shape, almost as if in search of a word. 'That's right, baby. I can be so much more than your wife. So much more.' His attention was focused solely now on her great nipple, which slowly swelled in anticipation of his waiting lips. But she kept it from him, inches away. His sounds became more repetitive, 'Mmm...mmm...mmm...' It was as if he was a child attempting speech for the first time.

Her eyes sparkled. 'Yes. Yes. I know you want it. I know you want it so bad. But you need to say it. You need to say my name. Do that for me and it can all be yours.' Her lips curled to a half-smile as a drop of milk appeared on her, beckoning. 'Mm...mmma...mm...mma...' She had him, and she knew it. 'Say it for me.' She let her milk down in a rush, causing more to gather at her nipple and a thin rivulet to run under the curve of her breast.

'Mmma..mma...m-ma...mama. Ma-ma. Ma-ma.' His words fell weakly over his lips, half in a whine, but to her they were music. Her heart rose triumphantly even as something inside him wilted. It was done. He had accepted her completely as his mother, himself as her infant. He could debase himself no further; his submission to her was total. 'That's right, baby,' she whispered, 'come to mama.' She took his face into her hand and brought it towards her breast, leaning into him. A strange sense of peace passed into him as he took her nipple between his lips; he felt relief in knowing that he was too far past any sense of normalcy to resist her will or his own desires. He could take all the milk he could from her, he could shrink further and further without fear. No dignity was left to pain him. All hope of returning to his past life had disappeared like a wisp of smoke. His once great pride had faded to a flicker and was then snuffed out. He would resist nothing. He would bask in her beauty and power, feeding off her when he could, worshipping her always. As her milk began to flow into his eager mouth, he nestled into her. Her soft flesh rolled around his lips and pressed into his face, all but smothering him. He could feel his weight shifting in her arms again, though this time not on account of her growth. He was becoming smaller. Good, he thought. He became aroused, the sensation of shrinking in her arms excited him like nothing before. Engulfed in her warm bosom, his mind blurred to a blank. He began to gurgle and moan, eyes clamped shut as he sucked furiously upon her great teat.

She felt it, too. 'Good boy. Good, good boy,' the flow of her milk through her nipple into his mouth was nearly electric, 'drink it all up. There's so much for you.' She watched as her husband dwindled in her arms, taking her milk like a nursling. His head was dwarfed by her enormous breast. He became lighter and lighter as he took her in great swallows, and soon she had him full on her lap like a child. She was amazed, thrilled, at how small he was becoming, fully illustrating for her eyes what she knew already deep in her chest: her power over him was complete. His hand had already fallen between his legs and had begun to inch him along his way towards climax. She brought her free hand down, cupping his scrotum and massaging him tenderly. 'Mmmm ... doesn't that feel nice? Do you like it when I touch you there?' She squeezed him gently, causing his stomach to tighten in pleasurable convulsions. 'Aren't mommy's breasts big? Hmm? Big, big breasts for her little boy.' Moments passed as they both enjoyed the feelings of one another's body.

She pressed his face more firmly into her bosom when his suckling began to slow, but soon realized he was becoming full. His stomach had bloated noticeably and milk was beginning to run down his face. She paused in reflection for a bit, her smile widening. She pulled his mouth from her nipple let his head fall slowly towards the mattress. With one strong hand below his hips she raised his engorged member up to meet her lips as she bent forward to receive him. 'Now, mama's going to make you feel nice.' His eyes shot open and he groaned loudly as she took him into her mouth. Her big, moist lips ran slowly over his taut skin; his entire shaft disappeared into her wide mouth, only to slide back out again. Her soft hair fell all around him. She gradually spun him around on the bed, propping him up on pillows so she could settle herself between his shrunken legs. Never did he leave her mouth. He was wracked from head to toe in luxurious pleasure, watching as her big head passed up and down his erection.

She paused in mid-stroke, and brought her lips down his shaft to its base. She was filled with a giddy sense of power. There was so much room left in her mouth. Dare she try? She did. She opened her mouth wider and moved forward, slowly taking his entire sac into her mouth. Her grin broadened as she brought him in deeper yet, all his manhood beyond her teeth. Her tongue played back and forth under him as she reveled in her thoughts. She could do it right there. She could emasculate him completely. Almost playfully she closed her jaw a fraction, watching intently as he tossed his head back and forth in a mix of pain and ecstasy. She sucked firmly on him several times, and could feel the pre-cum dripping into her throat, like fiery dollops of molten steel.

Again she began to grow. He could feel her mouth growing around him. He was filling less and less of her mouth by the instant. The all-consuming lust pushing him to burst forth into her was tempered by the anxiety of facing total castration in her mouth. Feeling the fear shiver through his skin, she gnawed gently on him. Despite his precarious position, his hips pushed forward rhythmically up towards her, seeking to push himself deeper. He was absolutely at her mercy; her tongue played roughly against him. She could take all his manhood from him. There will come a day, she thought with a smile, where more of you will fit in me.

His thoughts were similar as he began to come. His orgasm exploded in her mouth like a fireball, bringing more power to her. His fluid brought more intense heat to her than ever before, nearly sizzling as she ran it around her mouth and relished every swallow. She sucked and sucked, drawing all of him down into her, coating her throat. Its energy pervaded her body and fueled her growth. His member in her mouth became less and less significant. When he was all but dry, she sat back and allowed him to watch her expansion. His lids were already heavy, but the sight nonetheless captivated his attention. His eyes lolled in his head as she swelled to new proportions, beyond those of any woman he had ever seen. Her great shoulders broadened, her muscular legs thickened. The wild mane atop her head lengthened.

He was near unconsciousness. 'Oh, Johnny. Mommy's getting so big. So, so big.' With that she leaned over and, arms astride him, watched as his eyelids drooped shut. Bringing her face to his, she enveloped his lips in hers and kissed him wetly. 'Goodnight, baby,' she whispered as he fell to slumber and she curled in the bed around him, her mass so great next to his own.

XII

Julia woke to the sounds of sparrows. Sunlight filled the room with an early glow and the air smelled sweet as she drew a huge breath into her lungs. She sat up halfway and looked down at her husband's senseless form curled in a fetal ball next to her. He was so small, certainly less than five feet now. Her milk, she thought, must be having greater and greater effects on him. And then she looked down at herself. She stretched, and watched her great limbs flexing. How large could she be now?

She remembered the meeting she had planned at the modeling office. Looking at the bedside clock, she knew she had ample time to put herself together. Rising slowly for the shower, a hint of anxiety crept into her. Her agent hadn't sounded convinced yesterday on the phone. Her best days were behind her, he said. This is a job for younger girls, he said. Even if you are a little taller, he warned, if your tits are bigger, all I'll be able to get you is some porno work. And you don't want to do topless, still? Good luck. His words still made her skin crawl under the shower's warm spray.

She would show him. She would show them all. Her thoughts were becoming heated as she stepped, still dripping, to the measuring tape on the wall. Would this be enough to prove what she could do? Or is a - by her new measurements - six-foot six amazon not anything special? She gazed into the full-length mirror with a faint smile and a flutter of trepidation. With a body like Venus? Wouldn't she be an instant sex symbol? Perhaps she was overly full, as he had said. Too much. But could the world resist a woman who could grow right in front of their eyes? Every day bigger and more beautiful? Her husband worshipped her, wouldn't every man?

What she needed to do was demonstrate unequivocally her potential. She needed to go to her meeting ready to grow, to prove she could be like no woman before her. Then they would have no doubt. Then nothing could stop her.

She drifted back to the bed wrapped tightly in her bath towel and with a plot in mind. She looked to her husband's immobile body; he had rolled onto his back but appeared still deep in sleep. As small and feeble as he was, he remained the wellspring of her growth. His juices held in them the power to build her into what she knew she could be: a celebrity, a star, a goddess of unequalled beauty, desired by every man on the planet.

She removed a glass jar from the bedside table and climbed onto the bed, perched high on her knees at his feet. Her eyes fixed on his expressionless face, she dropped the towel from her body, exposing her giant breasts and smooth curves. Even unconscious, his body responded to hers; perhaps it was the smell of her naked flesh, but his erection rose from the bed. She slowly lowered herself towards him, bringing her bosom inches from his member. Supporting herself with one hand, she used the other to guide him to the flesh of her heavy, hanging breast. She rubbed the head of his shaft up against her silky skin, back and forth upon her nipple. He hardened more, though his even breathing and peaceful face assured her he was still asleep.

Lowering herself further onto him, she placed him in her deep cleavage. He disappeared into, was completely absorbed by, the mountains of her flesh around him. Gently she began to run her breasts up and down along him, pressing her softness into him rhythmically. She could feel him grow harder still, though he continued to show no movement. He was sleeping through one of the most majestic tit-fucks the world had possibly ever seen. Her big, smooth globes passed in great waves over him, and he showed little more than a slight quiver in his lips.

Soon, droplets of moisture appeared on him as the head of his erection would peek for an instant from her cleavage. Subtle tremors ran through his body. Jar on the ready, Julia smiled and quickened her pace, pressing him more firmly into her lush valley. This is too easy, she thought. His member had turned dark shades of red and purple, swollen and ready. She sensed his impending climax, and moved the bottle over him. One final pass of her full bosom brought him over the edge; he began to spit his warm, creamy fluid into her awaiting jar. She rose up a bit and brought her hand to his shaft, squeezing and urging him onward, milking him for every last drop.

She shook her head in amazement as she peered up the bed at him; somehow he was still asleep. Equally amazing was the amount of seed she was able to get from him. It had only been several hours from their nighttime session, but he had just filled her bottle above and beyond what she'd expect from any man. If she could gather this much from him on a regular basis with so little effort, the possibilities were endless. How much more could she grow? Could she reach seven feet? Or more? So far, she felt better than she ever had in her life, but how much could her body take? Was she willing to test its limits?

She capped the bottle in her hand as she rose from the bed and began to dress. I need something I can grow into, she thought, but tight is still nice. She settled on a shimmering black nylon and lycra long sleeve shirt and its matching, short skirt; her cleavage was covered but her remarkable assets were outlined nicely. She knew that, if it came to a photo shoot, none of the clothes they had on hand at the studio would fit. In preparation, she threw a number of her new outfits into a duffel bag: some bathing suits, a couple of minidresses, and some lingerie. When she had herself organized, she thought again of John. What to do with him today when she was out? Maybe he'd like a little change of scenery.

XIII

John woke in Julia's arms. He was being carried from his bed into the great room, towards the couches. As he gathered his senses, he looked around and then up into his wife's beautiful face. 'Whuuu....' was all he could muster in query. 'Good morning, sunshine. How was your night? You look exhausted. Well, I have to leave for a little while, so we're going to set you up in front of the TV' She lowered him gently onto their deep, plush sofa. She had removed some pillows and propped him into a seated position against the couch's back. His legs came just barely to the edge of the cushion. She had dressed him, he noticed, in an old pair of her black cotton workout shorts; even these were loose about his waist.

She flipped on the power to the television. 'I'll leave you the remote, but I don't want you watching any naughty movies, now,' she smiled playfully down at him, 'I do have some pictures here you might like, in case you get lonely.' He looked to the end table beside him, where several framed pictures of her were turned towards him. Obviously new photos, on account of her appearance in them, and obviously not professional. She likely took these herself using the timer on their automatic camera.

His eyes lingered over the pictures for a moment but were drawn to Julia's hands as she placed several empty drinking glasses on the table, within his reach. 'These are for you. In case you start thinking of me,' she kissed him on the forehead as she turned to leave, 'you know what to do.' He sighed languidly as he watched her exit the house and thought to himself that he felt odd, he was only moderately aroused by the sight of her; usually her mere presence had him in a state near fits. It was almost as if he had just recently spent himself in orgasm....but it had been many hours ago, the middle of the night, when he had woken from his dream and nursed from her, right?

Well, it won't last long, he thought. He gazed again at the photos at his bedside. She certainly had taken them and placed them here for the sole purpose of exciting him. A picture of her on her knees in a familiar bikini, chest and shoulders to the ground, glorious rear high in the air. A close-up cleavage shot, full frontal in a party dress, leaning forwards towards the camera - half of her face was obscured beyond the frame of the shot, but her wide, pearly grin beckoned the viewer. And last, a crystal-clear headshot of her enthralling, smiling face, aglow in its halo of bright blond tresses. He was almost hypnotized by her bright, blue eyes in the last photo, and lay staring at them for minutes on end. He knew it was crazy, but even her two-dimensional image seemed able to watch him.

What would she be thinking, what would she say, he wondered, if she were looking at me? He could imagine her voice, soft and lilting, comforting him. Oh baby, I love you so much. Her voice was music. Do you love me, too? Yes, he did, he did. He looked deeper into the sapphire wells of her eyes. Aren't I beautiful? Aren't I the most breathtaking woman you've ever seen? Oh god, here it comes again. His lust began to bubble and seethe once more as it dragged his hand down between his thighs. I am. I am the most beautiful woman in the world. And I get more beautiful every day. Her eyes seemed to dance and sparkle even in the picture, mocking his weakness. How much more can you take, little man? How much more of me can you handle? Because I'm getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Before he realized it, he had his shorts nearly down to his knees and a solid erection firmly in his grip. He was in the full throes of masturbating to a picture of his wife's face, and had neither the will nor the desire to fully face what he had become, the depths to which he had sunk.

That's right. Think about that. Look at me. I can get you hot with a shift of my hips, a breath, a glance, a thought. I can turn you on so much that it hurts. I can make you ache all over. His breath came in shallow pants and his eyes were wide and glassy as he continued to stare at her beautiful visage. I'm so much bigger than you. I dwarf you. You are so tiny to me. And I'm going to make you smaller. And smaller. He grabbed at a glass from the end table in preparation. And smaller. And some day, a weak cry escaped his throat into the empty house, I'm going to eat you.

Instinctually he followed her commands and dumped his fluid into the drinking glass. This will make her happy, he thought. Gifts for the queen. He squeezed all he could from his flesh and fell exhausted to his pillows. He realized, as he lay there, that the boundaries separating his fantasies, his fears and his reality were beginning to blur. What was he hoping for? Escape? No. He couldn't bear the thought of being without her and didn't know if he could survive anyway. A miraculous return to normalcy? No. He was no longer above admitting to himself that he was now living a version of the deepest fantasy he had carried with him all his life. Further diminution at her hands, shrinking to the point of non-existence? The thought held a dark appeal, but filled him with dread. He felt sure, in this rare moment of lucidity, that he was on the brink of insanity, if not already deep in its clutches.

In an attempt to exorcise his somber thoughts, John struggled to follow the shows on television. Sights and sounds flew by him in a confused rush; his ability to process the information was just barely adequate for the task. And he found it disquieting that he was literally revolted by the images of women on the programs. Soap opera actresses. News anchors. Game show hostesses. Though certainly considered attractive women, he couldn't bear to look at them. Was her hold over him that strong? Or was the virus expressing itself in another mindlessly nefarious manner? He struggled with the physical task of reaching for the remote and clicking off the power.

He was alone with his own thoughts for several minutes before his gaze fell again to the photos. Although it had been less than twenty minutes since his last orgasm, the images stirred him once again. His vision roamed over the full swells of her flesh, her firm buttocks, and the deep crevice between her breasts. And he became erect again. But always he returned to the picture of her face. It called to him in his final moments of climax. And it did so again, and again, and again throughout the day. He drifted occasionally into merciful periods of sleep, but spent all his waking hours in rapt, lustful worship of her. And the glasses beside the bed began to fill.

By late morning, his hunger had begun to wake. By mid afternoon, it had cramped his stomach into painful knots. By early evening, it was in an absolute howl. His only escape from its vicious grip were the brief moments he spent in climax time and time again. Where is she? By this point he had dropped to a state of irrational panic. She said she'd be back soon. It's been too long. Maybe she's left me. Maybe she's not coming back.

Suddenly a phone rang. The first all day. Though he, of course, had no chance in answering it as the receiver lay yards across the room from him, his heart leapt. Maybe she was calling to say she was on her way back. To feed him. The answering machine picked up the call with a recorded message of his voice: the strong, clear bass of earlier days. He could barely recognize it, scarcely believe it was his. Rather than sadness, John felt only the faint pang of nostalgia.

The caller identified himself as the physician attending his care at the hospital. He sounded quite concerned. 'Mrs. Blake, I just got your message at my office. Thank you for returning my call, but I have to advise you to rethink your decision and allow us to send a visiting nurse to see John. Perhaps there is nothing further we can do to heal him, but we need to monitor his viral load for re-infectivity and transmission. I'm sending a courier over with a blood kit which will allow you to take a sample yourself. You just need to send the sample back to us. But, please, I beg you, let us come and see him. You have our number. Goodbye.' The phone clicked dead.

Several orgasms later the doorbell rang. And then a series of knocks to the front door. The courier, but John had not the strength to call out to him, let alone rise and answer. What would be the point anyway? Silence filled the house as the knocking paused, and then the bell rang again. All was quiet after that until the faint sound of a car engine in the driveway sprang to life and then faded away. He was fraught with the physical pains of hunger, like a hot blade to his gut and a vise to his temples. One last ejaculation numbed him again into hunger-wracked slumber.

XIV

She was jubilant. Returning home late into the evening and tossing the package from the front step aside, she found her husband unconscious on the couch, drenched in his own sweat, a pair of shorts down at his knees. His breath rattled in shallow gasps, his skin was pale and clammy. She stood over him and surveyed the pitiful scene. A dull ache set upon her breasts as she could sense his hunger, almost see it writhing within his flesh. At any other time, she would likely be overcome with compassion and concern, but tonight was a time of celebration. She was drunk with power. Her meeting with her agent had exploded into an event beyond even her wildest imaginations, and her ego and sense of self-satisfied conceit had blossomed to match, if not exceed, the scope of her new body.

She was nearly taken aback with surprise as she noticed the drinking glasses beside the couch, which were each nearly full with John's fluid. Her glances drifted over the photos she had left at his side as she pictured what his activities during the day must have entailed. Then her mind registered the implications. He made that himself, all in one day. For me. There was so much of it. She smiled as the possibilities formed in her head.

'You've been a busy little boy, haven't you?' He was roused from his sleep by her voice. His eyes flittered and slowly focused on her shape standing before him. He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision; gradually her image sharpened. Oh lord, she's bigger than ever. 'I'm so sorry I was gone so long, honey-baby,' her voice was high and indulgent, and had affected a touch of the slow southern drawl she had spent so long in speech training to drop, 'You must be famished.' She was dressed in the same form-fitting outfit in which she left; the form it was designed to fit, however, had changed once again. She stood even taller now, and her heavy breasts strained greatly against the elastic fabric of her shirt. Her skirt gave new meaning to the term 'micro-mini', covering mere inches of the stately redwoods that were her legs.

'Well, my day went well,' she teased flirtatiously as she tousled her hair with both hands, 'how was yours?' John fell into a deep blush, his gaze downward. 'Did you miss me? It looks like you did.' She watched as his eyes drifted over to the end table and looked in near disbelief at the fruit of his own labors. 'You've been a very good boy, and mommy has a treat for you. But first I have to get comfortable.' She began to remove her heels, 'It's been such a long day. So many people. So many cameras. Well, I showed up at the studio and he - my agent - was just beside himself. I mean, really, he's sees pretty girls all day, am I that special?'

Her thin, sarcastic smile passed unnoticed by her husband, who was rapt in attention as she had started to undo her skirt. 'But he could hardly put two words together, he was so excited. I've never seen him look at me - or anyone - that way before. I don't know if it was the dollar signs lighting up in his eyes or just that he was wondering what it'd be like in bed with me, but he was literally speechless for a long time.' John's mouth dropped as she shimmied out of her skirt, pulling it down her long, tan legs to the floor. 'And then I couldn't shut him up. Talking a mile a minute about publicity and photo shoots and press conferences. Big time, he said, big money, if we play our cards right. He said I was the most beautiful woman the world had ever seen.' She flushed with pride and felt the heat of John's gaze upon her full hips, tiny black panties stretched tightly across them.

'When I told him I was still growing, he nearly lost it,' she giggled, 'and when I said I could grow anytime I wanted, I think he almost wet his pants.' She had placed her hands upon her hips and had slowly begun to roll them to and fro sensuously. 'I don't know if he believed me, so I showed him a little growth with a couple of your drops. He seemed to like that, a lot.' John's eyes flew to meet hers in alarm. 'Don't worry, our secret is safe...I told him it was my 'special formula'. He doesn't know about you.' She drew his eyes back to her hips with a half-turn and a slight bend at the knees.

'But, before I knew it, he was on the phone to all these big shots, getting together a publicity team. Soon the place was full of photographers, publicists, magazine and TV executives, and clothing designers. And they all wanted me. Me!' She turned a bit more, her back now to her husband, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth in a slow dance. Her marvelous, muscular rear and bare legs filled his vision. 'So I showed them what I can do, how I can grow, and they loved it! They loved me! It seems, they said, that 'I've stumbled into the secret fantasies of every living male.' They said they couldn't believe their eyes, but that the cameras never lie. So many pictures!'

She was obviously on a high induced by the attention of what sounded to be a number of very powerful people in the media. 'I mean, I feel a little bad for my agent. I'm sure he'll get a little bit of the action, but it all seemed to spiral out of his control. I guess he's getting railroaded, but I don't think I need him anymore, anyway. He's small fry; I've got bigger people taking care of things.' At one time, his wife's words would have concerned him. He'd be afraid she was setting herself up for a big disappointment. But now he greeted them with mute acceptance; he realized she could do whatever she wished, get whatever she wanted, with her new body. 'I'm going to be on magazine covers. On television. Everywhere.' Though she was turned away from him, he could feel the triumph in her voice. 'Right now I've got people making clothes for me, setting up publicity events, web sites. To get me what I want. To make the world mine.'

Julia knew she was a voluptuous masterpiece, a goddess in the making, from head to toe. Under her husband's worshipful gaze, she felt more beautiful, more powerful than ever before. Not until this time was she fully aware of the scope of her newfound sexuality. And, suddenly, she was in the mood to do something about it, to test her sexual powers. 'Tell me, are you ready for this, little boy?' She spun around to face her husband. Raising her arms above her head and swiveling her hips, she displayed her generous endowments to him like some wasp-waisted starlet. Her flesh undulated. He craned his neck backward to look up at her. 'Do you like it? Do you like your wife's big body?' She bent slightly at the knee and dropped down at the waist to look him in the face. He nodded and swallowed nervously. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips, blowing him a kiss.

Her eyes shot open again and looked deep into his fragile soul, testing his shattered will. 'I'm going to make so much money. More than you ever made. More than you can even imagine.' She watched his eyes. 'I'm going to be so huge.' His desire and shame were betrayed by his half-lidded, enthralled expression. She smiled and, with a toss of her hair, said 'I'm going to be able to support you in every way.' He put up no attempt at resistance. She realized her dominion over him, how absolute it had become. She was almost in awe of her own power and how it had reduced him so far. She realized how her domination over him was becoming a sort of foreplay for them, how his shame heightened his passion. Some part of him, she knew, actually enjoyed the fear her huge body instilled in his shriveled one. As she grew larger, and he smaller, he fell further and further under her spell. His continuing submission to her was a strong aphrodisiac for them both. The bigger she became, the more he worshipped her, the more he lost himself in her. And she knew she could do it to all the others, she was sure they were just as weak.

Her sense of power was making her randy. She slithered out of her panties and climbed onto the couch, straddling her husband between her massive legs. Her mass brought complaints from the sofa's springs and - as she lowered from her knees to her haunches - groans from her husband. She placed a good deal of weight on his thighs, and she relished the strained look on his face as he struggled to accept it. She was, however, aware of his hardness against her. 'How does that feel, hmm, baby? Am I too heavy? Is your big wife too much for you?' He shut his eyes and winced as she settled more of herself onto him. 'Shh ... Shhh ... I know, I know. She's so big. So heavy. But this will make it all better.'

She reached down and grabbed hold of his swollen manhood, so hot between her fingers. Tilting her head back to afford him a view of the taut sinews of her beautiful throat, she tucked his stiff member into her. Eyes closed, she pulled his erection up, tightly surrounding him and grasping him in a firm hold. The awareness of him inside her brought deep pleasure, her flesh yearned for his seed. But she made no further move. And any attempt on his part to thrust upwards into her were futile; she was far too heavy too allow him any significant movement. She could sense his impotent attempts and merely smiled to herself.

She pulled one of the glasses full of his juices from the end table. His eyes followed it and then went to her face. Wracked with the pain he was already withstanding, her mass atop his, he attempted to protest, 'Nnn ... nnnu ...' She brought a single fingertip to his lips to quiet him. 'Shhh...I would never hurt my little baby.' She pushed him back gently with her finger until he laid his head back in passive resignation and watched her. 'Are you ready for the show?'

With that she brought the glass to her lips and took a great swallow, and then another, finishing nearly half its contents. She placed the remains back on the table and began to bask in the fascinating sensations overtaking her being. The heat raging throughout her body was severe; she could feel herself heating the air in the room with her expanding body. Muscles strengthened and filled with vitality as the skin above them shivered in rapture and stretched over her new girth. The pressing growth of her breasts and torso were showing their effect on her already overworked top, now like a second skin, shimmering and black, near to bursting. She could feel her toes approach, and pass, the edge of the couch cushion as her legs sought greater lengths. She had taken so much this time, and knew she was growing more than ever before. It was a feeling she never wanted to let end. Oh, to grow bigger and bigger, towards the ceiling, through the roof. Like a giantess she could look down upon the world, inciting fear and worship in the puny masses around her. Her smile grew as she felt her body rise and advance above his, the feeling of his frailty beneath her growing strength filled her with newfound ecstasy, stronger than orgasm. She nearly yelled with pleasure, 'Oh baby, Mommy's here. Mommy's here for you.' The thought and feeling of him inside her tempted her to draw more and more from him, suck him up into her. She wanted nothing more than to grow without limits and blot out the sun, bathing the world in the light and warmth of her own awesome beauty and power. All in time, she thought.

She felt her growth slowing, her breath becoming more even, and returned her gaze to her husband, now so small underneath her. His head, lolled on the couch's back, were below the undersides of her great breasts, still sheathed in quivering fabric. His eyes boggled up at her growing, burgeoning body. She leaned back slightly so she could watch his face as she began to slowly inhale a deep lungful of air and flex the muscles of her arms, shoulders, chest and back. Her shirt had seen its last. Rips quickly ran all throughout it and soon it disintegrated into tatters around her. She pulled the remaining threads from her with a lustful glint in her eye and looked down over the swells of her grandiose bosom, still within a straining bra of black satin, at her trembling husband. She could feel him so hard within her, beginning to ooze his precious fluid already and urging her again slowly to greater heights. Her milky flesh overflowed the edges of her cups, and threatened to spill forward in their continued growth.

'Oh, baby. She's so big for you. So much bigger than before.' She must be past seven feet tall, she thought. And her breasts were like entities unto themselves, rolling off her chest in vast expanses of soft flesh. 'And she wants to share it all with you.' She brought her hands to her chest. 'Mommy's going to show you her big breasts now.' Undoing the front clasp of her taut brassiere, she pulled its fabric from her. In great, rolling waves they fell forward, firm and massive.

John's choked, gurgled response delighted her. She knew his intense hunger and reveled in his homage to her lavish bosom, abundant with life. He focused solely on them as they swayed and swelled above his face. He knew they would reduce him further and further, but he craved their milk, their soft heft against his face. He moaned and worked his lips, pursing them as if to call her forward onto him. He didn't dare move his head, however, approaching her unbidden. Like an infant, he was helpless below her.

She peered down at him with scorn. He was enslaved completely, a servant to her every whim, enfeebled by his need for her. And she wanted to make sure he knew it. 'Yes, I'm going to breastfeed you. I'm going to put my nipple to your mouth and let you suck from me until you're full. You can suckle like a baby, and shrink smaller and smaller underneath me.' Her voice, though unpleasant in tone, filled his brain and soothed him like a warm shroud. 'But you're going to have to beg me for it.'

Down she looked at him as he struggled to make sense of his situation through the fog of his hunger and the fire in his sex, still lodged deep within her. 'Without me, you'd starve tonight, shriveled and wasted. You need my milk. Beg me, John, beg me.' Her breasts shifted languidly before his eyes as she dipped and raised her shoulders in slow rhythm. Firm flesh beckoned him with undulations. He struggled to form the words that would ease his suffering. 'Pppuh ... Puhhh ...'

'That's right, baby, beg me. Beg your mommy to feed you.' She wanted him in abject fealty now, bowing down in prayer at the shrine of her beauty. Like a great mother-goddess, full of life for the pious. 'Puhhl...Please...please...' his words sputtered from his lips, his face strained in the agonies of hunger, physical struggle and emotional anguish. 'Please what, baby? Beg me. Beg me.' Her hand came up behind his neck and cradled his head.

'Please. Please mommy. Please feed me.' His voice was weak and beaten, but brought her onto him. Leaning forward atop his body and drawing his head to her, she received him into her huge, smothering chest. Her nipple filled his mouth and released her plentiful milk into his eager throat. She pressed him deep into her flesh and ground her hips once into his, a reminder to him that she was his whole world, all that mattered.

Immediately he began to dwindle, and she could sense his heightened passion. She could tell he was enraptured with the feeling of her body slowly eclipsing his, dwarfing it, enveloping it. As his head became smaller and smaller at her breast, she began to talk softly to him. 'You're becoming so small. Can you feel it? Can you feel me so much bigger against you, surrounding you. Your head is so tiny, so small against your wife's big breast.' Flesh encompassed him, her breasts about his head, her womanhood around his shaft. Her thundering heartbeat filled his ears, numbing his thoughts blissfully.

Her hips slid up and down him several times, but abruptly stopped and clenched him tightly as she sensed him near climax. 'That's right. Mommy is everywhere. She's all over you.' He luxuriated in her huge body atop his. If only, he thought, if only he could lose himself absolutely, to just become an actual part of her. Skin with her skin, blood with her blood. He wanted more and more milk. He wanted to be smaller. He wanted to make her grow, so he could disappear completely into her. Then he could have real peace.

She slid over him once again. 'Yes, baby. You're inside me. Back inside mommy. Back where you belong.' She knew his thoughts. And she wanted him the same way. She wanted to draw him up into her completely, make him utterly and wholly hers. To finally absorb him in full, the ultimate triumph.

His orgasm hit just as her breast fell from his mouth, as he shrunk beyond its reach. Wave after wave of delight flooded over him as he jetted his strength deep into her. Her body sucked and pulled all it could from him as she towered higher and higher above him, growing full force once again. He could no longer see her face above her stupendous, expanding bosom and rather watched as her thighs lengthened and thickened alongside him. Her hips swelled, widened, and called to him to enter her further. He was no more than half her size now, and he felt safe and warm in her hands as she wrapped them about his head and drew him to her firm, taut belly as she rose to her knees. He fell to slumber against her as she caressed him so near her loins and thought of future days.

She looked at her body in amazement. She was now far beyond the proportions of a normal human woman, and the world could ignore her no further. She grinned as she thought of the scene that she would cause when she next left the house, knowing the reaction she'd get. Hers was a body that would bring grown men to tears. Let them all weep, she thought, all like little babies.

XV

Suddenly I can walk again. I am back to my full size. But something is still very wrong. I am in our house, looking far across the room to my wife. She is in her wedding dress, a brilliant white, and has her arms outstretched, beckoning me to her for an embrace. 'Where are you going?' her voice calls to me and echoes dully in my ears. I am terrified of the look in her eyes. As if in slow motion, I turn from her and am quickly out the front door. All seems clear again in the cool nighttime air; my sanity has returned. I stop running at the end of the driveway and am struck by the silence. Nothing moves, the neighborhood is deserted, the eerie glow of the streetlamps cast twisted shadows of trees across the pavement. My long, slow breaths are the only thing I hear until the ominous sounds of creaking timbers spin me to face the house.

From my vantage point nearly a hundred yards away, the structure appears peaceful. Yet, once again, unearthly groans of splitting wood emanate from within, louder and more insistent this time. I take a single step backwards as shingles from the roof begin to buckle, slide and fall to the ground. The roof, at the highest point of its slope, begins to split, being pushed upwards from inside the house. Thick beams of dark wood emerge at irregular angles like fractured bones from a wound.

And then her hand appears. It is enormous. Long fingers push the rubble aside to make room for her other hand, which aids her in clearing a larger opening for a huge mass of golden hair. She snaps her neck up quickly, tossing debris in all directions as her gigantic head shakes back and forth to free itself of wood and plaster. She has a look of extreme satisfaction on her face, and seems to be lost in the ecstasy of her metamorphosis. Though the roof is nearly thirty feet from the ground, she must be crouched on her knees inside the house to allow for the size of her head. Her eyes open slowly as she draws the outside world into focus. She is as beautiful as I have ever seen her, even made more so by her incredible, expanded scale.

Still on her knees, she straightens her back, ripping through the roof with her shoulders. She smiles in amazement at her own size as she looks at the house around her, still containing her like the fragile shell of an egg. And then she sees me, across the driveway and yard, and fixes me with an unblinking glare. Her grin widens as my face must betray my wonder-struck fear. Slowly, as if for painful effect, she begins to stand, eyes never leaving mine. More of the house crumbles. She exalts in her own awesome power and its effect on me as she rises to her full height, tilts her chin upwards, and peers down at me haughtily. Unbelievably, her wedding dress is intact, an elegant satin gown now covering a body easily more than sixty feet tall. It is then that I notice that I am dressed in the same black tuxedo I wore to our wedding.

The sides of the house reach barely to the level of her hips. She moves forward, towards me, a single pace, shattering the roof additionally and bringing her to the edge of the structure. Without a glance she pushes forward with her hips and hands, and the wall crashes to the ground, crumbling to dust and splinters. I take another step backwards as she moves into the yard, closing the distance between the two of us. She stands there, with her gown flowing about her, bathed in moonlight. Though without a veil, she is gloved in white in and wears the dress in the same style - off the shoulder and long of train - as the day we were married. She is truly a divine sight, towering above me like a holy colossus. I stand there, in rapt adoration, as she bathes in my terror and worshipful stare from her lofty vantage.

She begins to drop to her knees and lean slowly forward towards me. I step backwards, now onto the street, to allow her room. She is sprawled out across the yard, supporting her torso with her elbows,, and faces me. Her cleavage rises higher than my head from where her breasts meet and buckle the lawn and pavement. She smiles at me, displaying teeth huge and brilliant as she asks,’ How is my little one? Does he like his giant wife? Or does he want her bigger?' She closes her eyes for a moment and moans luxuriously. I retreat a step further as she seems to be moving towards me, her breasts pushing trenches into the road as they slide forward. My god, she's growing again! She reads my incredulous expression with bemusement and speaks, as if to a young child, 'Oh baby, I don't need you anymore. I can grow anytime I want now, John. As big as I want. I can be enormous. I can be a goddess.' I take several more steps backward as she continues to advance, overtaking me. I watch with amazement as her face grows larger, now directly above me, her hair now falling over her shoulders and surrounding me, blocking out the outside world. All that is left is her.

This time, her gown does not keep pace with her growth. It tears and falls into rags about her. With that she brings herself up from her elbows to her hands, her breasts rising from the street and falling from her dress. With a loving smile and a deep lungful of breath, she presents her massive breasts to me. They hover in the air above me, full and round and heavy as they slowly approach, looming. I am absolutely awestruck, my mouth agape, struck nearly dead by the sight. My stomach is in knots, too tight to vomit. What remaining strength I have in my legs gives way, and I crumple to my knees before her, and begin to weep. I realize I am once again naked.

'Shhh...' I hear her whisper seductively, 'don't be afraid. Relax. I'll be so gentle.' Her voice and eyes are beatific. 'Let me grow all over you.' As she continues to expand, I lose sight of her angelic face gazing down at me as her titanic bosom slowly fills my field of vision and lowers towards me. I fall backwards and begin to whimper as the warmth of her great nipple reaches me, followed by the pressing weight of her flesh. 'Lie back, enjoy this,' she coos, 'I'm all around you. Feel me, John, I'm everywhere.' I am surrounded by her softness, lost in it as it threatens to crush me - but does not. 'I'm everything to you. Let yourself go, give up, give it all to me.

'I moan and push up against her, coming in a torrent against her breast, bucking feebly into her flesh. For a moment she pauses. I could smell her sense of triumph with my surrender. Slowly, she begins to grow again and I accept her full weight as she lowers herself down and grinds me into the pavement.

XVI

John stirred from his dream-filled slumber in the early afternoon as Julia entered the bedroom. Just returning from another media event, her hair and makeup were professionally done. Her lightly bronzed skin glowed where it was not covered by a tight white minidress scooped low down her chest. It was an outfit obviously tailor-made for her; one does not pick up clothes for a woman nearing eight feet tall at the local mall. 'Hi there, baby,' she drawled as she approached him, 'how do you like my new things?' She spun in display for him, and leaned over towards the bed, allowing him a fine view of her deep cleavage as he propped himself up on a pillow.

'V-very nice,' his voice had returned to a strained whisper, 'you l-look beautiful.' She beamed with pride both at the compliment and her take on his current state of health: she had nursed him back from near death, and now he was able to speak again, sit up by himself. 'Why, thank you honey, you are too kind.' Her accent had crept further back into her speech, and lent it a seductive lilt. She stood and arched her back, smiling at the obvious reaction she drew from him as he moaned and squirmed. She had grown again this morning at the video shoot, and her finely muscled frame had blossomed further. Her impressive, hourglass figure was tightly packed with silky flesh at the same time both strong and soft.

'I've got all sorts of pretty new outfits,' she sat on the bed besides him and started tracing circles on his thin chest with her fingertip. 'Some of them they made sooo big,' she looked askance at his eyes, which were roaming over her long legs, 'but I'll grow into them.' She dropped her gaze from his face to his chest, his legs. My, he looked so small. True, everyone looked small to her now, but her husband was absolutely tiny. He was less than four feet tall, and so thin - not much broader than one of her firm thighs. She caressed the smooth skin of his face. How long had it been since he's been shaved, she wondered, he's got no beard to speak of.

'Would you like to see the video I shot with my publicity team today?' She did not wait for his reply, and moved to open the television cabinet past the end of the bed. 'It's gone out to all the major networks and syndicated TV tabloid shows, along with all the photos to the newspapers and magazines. I'll be famous by tomorrow, they say. My websites are already on fire. ' She slipped a tape into the player. 'This starts off with some guy interviewing me. Watch.'

She returned to the bed and sat alongside her husband as the screen sprang to life. Though his eyes watched the forming images, he could not help but be acutely aware of her large breasts behind his head and up against his shoulder as she put her arm around him.

Onscreen, she was seated, demurely with legs crossed, in a dark room. Across from her was a man with his back turned to the camera, sitting in shadows. She was wearing the same white minidress she had on now - though it did not hug her quite as tightly - and was bathed in flattering light. And she looked enormous. Seated on a high stool, she dwarfed a small table and pitcher of water set next to her for effect. The camera shot from a low angle, accentuating her size. Her innocent expression and quiet demeanor stood in sharp contrast to her revealing clothes and impossibly voluptuous figure. 'Thank you, Ms. Blake, for agreeing to this interview. Now, tell me what you had said earlier, why you contacted me and wanted to tell your story.'

The camera drew in slightly to her as she smiled with false modestly. 'Well, I didn't think I could keep my secret much longer. I've been getting a lot of attention because, well, I've been getting bigger.'

'What do you mean, exactly, Ms. Blake? Explain it for our audience.' The interviewer's voice was disembodied, now off screen.

'You see, I've been growing. Taller and taller. Very quickly. Just a few weeks ago I was the same size as everyone else, and now look at me.' She smiled brilliantly as she straightened her back. John was struck again, seeing his wife on the television, as to just how huge her breasts were.

'Can we see the picture of Ms. Blake before?' asked the interviewer. An older photo of Julia appeared on screen, from her modeling days. She looked beautiful, but so much smaller. 'Wow. Quite a change. But how can a woman of your age - you are twenty-eight, correct? - just begin to grow again? And so fast?'

'I'm not really sure, it just started to happen one day. I started shooting up, and out.' The camera began a slow pan down from her face as she slowly threw back her shoulders, drifting in close-up over her elegant neck, lingering on her chest before falling further and further down her torso to her endless, muscular legs, white pumps dangling from her toes. Though the piece was produced like a journalistic report, its filming bordered on the lascivious. 'Before I knew it, I didn't fit into any of my old clothes, into my car, my bed. I was a little afraid at first, but now I really like it. I'm becoming a giant.' The camera had returned to a tight shot of her face, catching her delighted, crooked grin.

'If you don't mind me asking, H-how tall are you now, exactly?' Though obviously a plant, the unseen interviewer actually seemed to be growing a bit anxious, as the crack in his voice betrayed.

She met his query with a wry smile. 'Last time I checked? Oh, about seven feet, seven and a half inches tall. And no signs of stopping.'

Though entranced with the video, John noticed his wife's big hand pull down at his shorts and encircle his erection in its grip, wrapping it easily and completely in her fingers.

'Seven-seven and a half? That means...'

'Yes, that I'm the world's tallest living woman,' she concluded his sentence teasingly, 'And, if you're lucky, today I'll outgrow that guy from North Korea and be the tallest living human.'

'What do you mean, today? You mean here, now?'

'Why, sure, honey. Why wait? I can grow anytime I want. Don't you want to see it? Don't you want to watch?'

To quell any disbelief, Julia stood with much drama and looked down on her interrogator as the camera panned back. He gazed up at her from his seat and rose slowly from the shadows into her light, back still to the camera. He looked like a child, the top of his head barely reaching her jutting bosom. He and the camera followed her long, sweeping strides and swaying hips as they took her to another set where pieces of furniture had been obviously placed to give a sense of perspective. While he was no doubt at their scale, she towered over it all.

'So, let me get this straight, Ms. Blake.' He sounded incredulous. 'You can grow at any time, on command?' He stood in profile, at her side.

'Why, yes,' she said with condescension, 'let me show you.' Upon the wall were height markers. She stood against it, and topped Seven foot seven. She tugged at him, almost excitedly, to stand beside her: five eleven. With that the camera pulled down to their feet, his much smaller beside her.

Julia's voice, next to John in bed, interrupted to add, 'Now, this is where I drank some fluid off camera. But we don't tell the audience that, of course.' He looked to his wife's face; she was beaming and giddy, intent on the television screen. Her long fingers continued to stroke him affectionately along his length, causing his stomach to clench in pleasure.

Slowly, the feet in the white high heels begin to expand. She slipped one of them from her as the other began to split. The camera crept up her body, making sure to keep the interviewer in the frame. She was obviously growing, looking down at the man aside her. Her body swelled to fill her dress, as it dragged up her thigh and stretched across her breasts. She struck several flirtatious poses for the camera as the shot pulled back and allowed for a full view of her body as it completed its ascent. She faced the camera straight on and, bending to look her audience in the eye, asked 'How was that?' Her cleavage beckoned wantonly, 'Do you want more?'

She stood to her full height, eyes not leaving the camera as it came to a close up of her face and the marker which read her new height. Seven feet ten inches. She was silent in her triumph, and smiled with a sweep of her hair as the interviewer announced, 'That does it! You are now the world's tallest person, man or woman.' He was clearly in a slight state of shock. 'That was incredible! Simply amazing! How, if I may ask, does that make you feel?' The interviewer had disappeared once again off camera.

She answered thoughtfully, 'Well, it makes me feel different things. Important. Beautiful. Powerful. Ever since I started growing, I've felt wonderful, really, better than I have in my whole life. Stronger. More confident. I love the way people look at me now. Women want to be me. Men wish they could have me.'

'But, aren't men a little...intimidated by you? You're so big. And so beautiful. It must be a little disconcerting-.'

'They should be intimidated,' she added forcefully, 'I'm the most beautiful thing they'll ever lay eyes on, and I'm bigger and stronger than them all. They all feel nervous around me, but I know they like it.' Her eyes were sparkling as her haughty smile widened.

'W-what exactly do you mean?'

'Oh, we don't have to play games anymore. Let's just admit it. Every man's secret fantasy is a woman like me. With a body like this. A big, big girl. One who can do what she wants with him. One who can pick him up like a child and hold him and coddle him and keep him warm and safe. And the thought that I can get even bigger is even more exciting. Don't you think so?'

The interviewer swallowed audibly. 'With what you're telling me, you seem to be building yourself into some sort of, well, sexually-charged mother-goddess. Your body seems to be developing into the ultimate object of both desire and nurturing, motherly love. Is that the role you want to play? Is that how you want to be seen?'

'I think the two are really one in the same, when you look deep down into most men. And isn't that, when you really think about it, what every American male wants? A mother-goddess? To worship and adore.' She was absolutely glowing with pride and self-satisfaction, and was becoming more radiant by the moment. 'Don't you think that our society's obsession with breasts is just a thinly disguised desire for a mother's embrace? An urge to be back at mommy's bosom? A hunger for her warmth and her soft flesh?' She leaned ever so slightly towards the camera and pressed her breasts together with her elbows. 'I think so. I think all every man secretly wants is to be back nursing at his mother's breast.' The camera was pulling in closer to her, framing her chest and face.

She was looking directly down into the lens now, addressing all those who would soon see her in her glory. 'And I can be there for you all. You don't have to have any secrets from me. I have everything you want. You can look at me and think what it would be like.' She approached the camera now, slowly, her face gradually disappearing off the top border of the screen. 'What it would be like if I were holding you, so small, so little, so close to me.' Her nipples were apparent through her dress as her breasts filled the frame completely. And still she drew nearer. 'Let me do it. Come to me.' The entirety of the view was filled with the image of one of her huge, heavy breasts, sheathed partially in tight white fabric and topped by a swollen nipple.

'That's right, America,' she cooed the camera lens met her breast like an infant, 'come to mommy.' Lovingly she rubbed her nipple across the lens, up and down, until she pressed her breast fully against it, bringing the screen to black.

It was then that he came, gasping in surprise, into her hand. She had massaged him to orgasm as he watched her seduce a nation. His fluid sprayed into puddles on his bedclothes; she urged more and more from him with her firm grip until he was spent.

XVII

She clapped her hands several times in the bed next to him and giggled like a schoolgirl. 'Ta da! Don't you just love it? What do you think the world will think about me tomorrow?' She clicked off the power with the remote, stopping the tape, and turned to face him on the bed. 'I can't wait to be famous. And then, baby, then the money comes rolling in.' A part of her wanted him to be excited with her, but she saw the resignation in his face. And the desire the tape had stirred in him, now spilled out and gathered in small milky pools on the sheets. She was content with that, also. She knew, observing him, how others would react. They would be unable to resist looking at her, thinking about her. And that is exactly what she wanted.

'Tell me how you're feeling, baby, tell me what that made you think about,' she said with motherly concern, 'I want to know.' She looked deep into his evasive eyes, searching for his soul. She wanted to draw the shame from him, bring him further into her fold. Leaning over towards him, she tried futilely to catch his gaze with hers, but was satisfied as his eyes settled on her enormous bosom, swelling from her dress.

'It w-was fine. And I f-feel fine, I g-guess,' his words belied his hypnotized stare, 'maybe a l-little tired.' She inched closer to him and pushed her chest nearer with a deep breath. She knew his thoughts. He was a beaten man, and had resigned himself to her domination. He had little, if any, concerns about the outside world. She knew he wanted nothing more than to live the rest of his days in her warm comfort, enveloped in her flesh like a baby in the womb. That he had no will left was plain to see, his dependence on her was total. And she was more than willing to take him into her, eclipsing him into insignificance as she grew and grew

'Oh, John. I know you don't feel fine. You feel weak, ashamed. You can't believe you've sunk so low, so helpless. But at the same time, you want to sink lower, to cling to your wife for dear life. But that's all right, baby. I know what you want. Cling to me. I can do it, I can do it all. You can become just a tiny little part of me.'

A tear crept down his cheek as he was beginning to weep gently. He had no secrets from her anymore. 'That's what you want, baby, isn't it? To be so little? Hmm?' She put her finger under his chin, tilting it upward to look him in the face, 'Hmm? So little?'

'Y-yes,' he sputtered.

'So you can be a part of me.' She brought his face down so he once again was staring into her bosom, and slipped her other fingers partially into her cleavage. 'So you can fit right in here, where it's so warm and soft.' Both her swollen breasts and her throbbing loins ached. Her womb yearned. 'Mmm... Wouldn't that be nice? Surrounded by me, my heartbeat all around you. Do you want that?'

'Y-yes, yes.' Her nipples were swollen and seemed to call him silently. Her breasts surged, engorged with milk. He wanted to press himself into her, but could not. He must wait for her to take him, to bring his face to her great teat.

She pulled her hand from between her breasts and brought it to the bed linens, where his fresh juices lay. Scooping and gathering them into her hand, she shuddered inwardly as her palm began to tingle. Before she began to absorb it, she spread the fluid, John's seed, onto her husband's face. Smearing it across his cheeks, over his closed eyelids, into his lips, it mingled with the slow stream of his tears. The taste of salt crept into his mouth.

'I can do it for you. I can get so big, so big that you can lose yourself in me, so that you never need to find your way out.' She took his head in her two hands and brought him closer to her chest, until her bosom completely filled his field of view. She looked at the top of his small head, dwarfed by her enormous breasts, and, in a cool tone, asked, 'Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to get that big? So you can fit right in there?'

'Y-yes, oh yes.' He continued to weep, 'So b-big. So big.'

'Yes, honey, so big. And you can be so small.' She inched him closer to her. 'I can make you so little. So little that you'll slide right into me. Like nothing.' She drew his face, dripping with his own semen, closer and slipped it into her cleavage. She was surprised at how easily it was enveloped by her firm, rolling flesh, which began to drink in his juices. 'You can be like nothing to me.'

He drew breaths from her with great, wracking sobs, savoring her skin against his and her motherly aroma alongside the briny scent of his fluid. All his sensations, his entire being, was centered on the feel of her breasts around his head. She pressed and squeezed them into him, pulling him in ever deeper as she began to grow around him.. Forcefully, rhythmically, she continued to enfold him, until his head was utterly lost in her cleavage. He nestled into her as she pulled down at her dress, the neckline lower, and the straps off her arms, allowing him fuller access.

Soon her swelling breasts were fully exposed, her dress gathered about her waist, as she now kneaded them with nearly crushing force into him. 'There we are, how does that feel?' He had no chance of responding, his head buried between her massive breasts. His thoughts were of nothing but her body, all around him, growing ever bigger. He imagined it was all of him, not just his head, trapped within her bosom. The beat of her heart echoed in his ears, while his own felt faint in comparison, though kept with hers in perfect time. In exact synchrony. Hers growing ever stronger, his seeming to dwindle with each pulse. It was as if they were gradually becoming part of a single body: hers. He felt delirious with pleasure but newly terrified at the same time. She was slowly trying to absorb him.

'Oh, baby, so soon. So soon you can be in me. All of you. And you can be so happy.' He whimpered helplessly as she began to drag her breasts across his face, out from her cleavage and towards her large nipple. 'You're going to be smaller.' She brought his mouth to her and watched as he began to suck, 'So much smaller.' Her milk flowed freely into him, and they each felt his body respond, beginning to shrink. 'Smaller. Smaller.' He took her in swallow after swallow, absolutely heedless of his sense of self, relishing his diminution at her breast. 'Smaller.' Her words were hypnotic, mesmerizing him alongside her heart, which still beat in strong, perfect rhythm over his own. He enjoyed this tender, rapturous lullaby until his feeding concluded and he was taken by sleep.