A Little To The Left
By Dizzy Lee



(Copyright 2002) Dizzy Lee

I.

Jennifer and I have always had an amazing sex life.

I have never been one to take something like that for granted. It's rare to
find a friend, and even more difficult to find a girl-friend.

A girlfriend is someone who understands you and appreciates you as you
understand and appreciate her. To find a woman who is not just the culmination
of your physical desires, but who challenges and stimulates you, and exposes
you to new things, is a rare and precious gift. I have always adored Jennifer,
and hoped that I have emulated her special way of improving my ordinary life.

Jennifer is a stripper. She is a beautiful young lady with a college degree
who does what she does. I don't expect anyone to believe me when I assert that
my attraction to her is more than physical. I should hope, that, one would
understand that dating a stripper, and being in a serious relationship with a
stripper are two different things, and that said: being in a relationship with
a stripper, one must understand that tolerance and understanding are part of
the dynamic of a relationship, especially for the guy- namely, me.

That said, I stand quietly by and make no judgements.

She, it must be said, has made none about me.

We both know that people just have to live their lives, and follow their
hearts to find happiness, wherever it may lead them. Sometimes, often,
happiness is challenged: but true love can withstand anything. This is what I
have learned,

And what will become my legacy.

This is where we begin.

2.

I went to visit Jennifer after work on Thursday. I tend bar at a small
restaurant in New York City, and I usually get out around midnight. Jennifer
works until four in the morning at the club, and, as I have Friday through
Sundays off, I stop in to see her now and then, before going out and catching
up with the work crew, or other friends.

When I got into the club, after stopping to chat with the bouncers and
managers

who've gotten to know me, I took a seat by the stage - which is called,
"Pervert's Row".

Along the stage, is a small ledge, where men sit and usually place their
drinks and smokes and leer. They also put their tips on the ledge, in the
none-too-subtle hopes of tempting the girls over to gyrate and display their
wares.

This works.

I took a seat, and was brought a Rolling Rock by Camille, a waitress who knows
me through Jennifer. "This one's on 'Missy'." she smiled and walked away, not
even letting me tip her. Ah, the service industry takes care of its own.

I had a particularly great night at work, and threw a couple of twenties on
the ledge in front of me. The other men around me all had ones up.

Jennifer, a.k.a., 'Missy', was just getting on. She came over, acting like she
didn't know me- part of the job, part of the deal. Jennifer/Missy can't let
her customers know I'm with her without compromising her tip potential. I
understand.

I do love watching her at work, sometimes. She is a beautiful dancer. A
stunning face with a voluptuous body to match.

I'm a lucky guy.

She came over.

"That's a lot of money, mister. Is that all for me?" She winked.

I nodded, sipping my beer through a smile.

She knelt down and pulled her black g-string out for me to tip her.

I took the two bills and reached up and tucked them into her 'G'.

She let it go with a snap, and stood up, looming above me under the flickering
lights and classic rock. She wore a black g-string and black push-up bra that
seemed almost ridiculous for a girl with such a bosom.

38DDD, to be exact.

Her body was slender and curved only at her behind and breasts. But, oh what
curves! She wore black stiletto-heeled shoes bringing her 5'6" frame even
further into the view of the men in the crowd. She waltzed about the stage,
statuesque and sexy, blonde locks flowing and pursing her lips like a rock
singer and laughing at the men who sat before her, open-mouthed.

I made my way for my smokes, and 'Missy' made her way about the stage.

I took the time to tip her friends - a must if you're the boyfriend of a
stripper. Have to avoid cattiness under any circumstances. I always take care
of the few housegirls that I know.

Girls who work in a strip club are called, "housegirls", or, the girls who
work the house, for the uninformed. Some clubs have "features", dancers who
are brought in weekly to break up the "monotony" of the regular staff. Some
features are incredibly large-breasted, with names like Plenty UpTopp, Niki
Knockers and Alyssa Alps. Others are porn-stars; and others are magazine
girls, fitness models or have animal acts.

When 'Missy' was through with her set, she made her way over to my side of the
stage.

"Hi stranger. Would you like a table-dance?"

I smiled. "Actually, I can't stay. I'm supposed to go downtown and check out
this band with some of the guys at work who know the guitarist."

"Oh, that's too bad."

As I sat next to her, I was staring at her stomach, flat and tan. Her little
bellybutton, an 'innie', was pink and looked soft and in need of kissing.

"Well, before you go, why don't you meet the feature. She's really cool.
You've GOT to see her!."

"I don't know if I should, I have to get going." then I whispered, "but I'll
see you at home."

"No really, I want you to meet her. She's been so nice to us. Wait, there she
is..."

Jennifer/Missy looked over my shoulder, and called out. "TAMMY!"

I looked sideways, and saw a girl moving through the crowd. She didn't look so
impressive. She looked like a housegirl; pretty and sexy- but not the
stunning, here-for-a-week kind of girl that usually gets booked.

The club was bumping with loud music and crowded with people, as I turned to
meet,

"Tammy". I put my hand out to say hi.

"No silly. That's Porsche." Jennifer/Missy said. "THAT'S Tammy!"

She pointed to my other side.

I turned my head to see legs. And then I looked up. Jennifer/Missy was saying
something, but I couldn't concentrate.

"This is Tammy. Tammy, this is my 'special' friend I was telling you about..."

I looked up, and up again. Tammy was really tall.

"Eddie, this is Tammy Towers."

I backed my chair out and stood up to greet her.

She was a long, tall drink of water, that was for sure. Brown hair and dark
skin

and-

I gazed up into her eyes. Brown eyes.

"Hi."

"Hi there. I've heard a lot about you, Eddie."

I was standing next to a woman who had to be- even without the regulation
platform shoes that strippers wear- over six and a half feet tall. Maybe
more...

"Well. I can see where you get your name." I was staring at her collarbone.

"She's so tall...isn't it great! God, what I'd give to be that tall!"
Jennifer/Missy cheered.

"She sure is." That was the best I could muster. I was speechless.

Tammy put her hand out. "Well, it's nice meeting you."

I felt turned on. Didn't really stop to consider why. She wasn't very curvy,
which I prefer, and love about Jennifer. She was just so tall...

"Likewise."

And then she left.

I looked at Jennifer/Missy. In her three-inch stilettos, we were eye-to-eye.
I'm only 5' 9".

"Isn't she something? She's been in Penthouse and a bunch of other mags. Just
really a nice girl."

"Yeah she's something. Not very original name, but..."

"Well, that's the nature of this business..."

I kept thinking about how tall she was, and how short Jennifer was by
comparison.

'What is it?" Jennifer spoke softly.

And then I said it. "You know, if you want to be that tall, you could at least
wear bigger platforms."

Jennifer/Missy looked at me and a smile crept across her face. It was a very
mischievous, 'I'm gonna do something bad' smile.

"Oh, yeah?"

I smirked. "Yeah, why not?"

"Hmm..." she mumbled.

We exchanged out usual pleasantries, "Nice to see you again, good luck with
the dancing" Et cetera...

And then I left to join my friends downtown.

3.

I partied like a pro, and was really hammered when I got in.

I dropped my keys on the table by the door, and made my way to the kitchen to
get some water. The lights were out, so I figured Jennifer was already home
and in bed. In the kitchen, I slipped off my shoes so I wouldn't squeak on the
floor.

I ran the tap, and got a glass out. The nightlight on the kitchen wall showed
me the way.

I filled my glass, and slurped quickly.

Then I heard a click-clacking sound coming down the hall.

"Are you home, baby?"

Jennifer's voice was sweet and sinister.

"What's that noise? Did you just get home?" I called out, thinking she was
still in her "uniform", shoes and all. Not like her, though. It just wasn't
safe to leave the club all dressed up.

"Nooo..." she cooed. "I just wanted to welcome the Lord of the Manor."

"Very funny." Our apartment was a modest one-bedroom on the Upper West Side,

but it was no manor.

"Close your eyes, baby!"

I set my glass down, and closed my eyes. My head was reeling from boozing

and smoking all night, and I was more than a little tired, but I played along.

I heard her shoes on the floor as she walked closer, now louder, into the
kitchen and towards me. I could feel her near me.

"Open your eyes, and you will get a big surprise!"

I blinked once or twice. She had put on the light, and for a second, I wasn't
sure if I was seeing what I saw.

She was towering over me.

"What do you think?" She kicked out her right leg to show off one of her BIG
shiny black platforms.

I stood there in the kitchen, looking up at my beautiful Jennifer. She was
about six inches taller than me, which left me staring at her mouth, and down
at her upthrust breasts, barely contained in her corset.

"I love it. You're so...tall, and sexy."

"And you are SHORT! You are VERY short!" She announced, stamping her heel back
down on the floor. She glared -down- at me, I felt small-

puny- next to her.

She stuck her chin up, extending her neck. Her lips were too high to kiss.

I felt myself getting hard. I reached for her.

"NO! You are too short to touch me!" Jennifer was throwing in an accent now,

vaguely Germanic.

"What?"

"You are SHORT." She moved forward, pushing her breasts against me to
punctuate,

as I wrapped my hands around her waist. I would play along...

"I AM very short. And you're so tall and beautiful. I don't deserve you. You
are too beautiful for me."

"Yesss..." she tugged at my hair. "But you must find a way to please your
mistress!"

"I don't know if I can...I'm so much shorter than you."

She looked down at me, grinning.

"What is THAT?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

She pushed against me, breasts and body, her hair falling into my face. She
reached down, even bending a bit to do so.

"THIS!" She put her hand on my bulging crotch. "Show me, little man!"

"Gladly..." I undid my pants, and let them drop to my ankles, as my cock, held
back against the excitement, finally swung free.

"OH! Well...you are very BIG for such a little man!"

I stepped out of my pants and pressed my face into her cleavage, kissing her
warm pink skin. I could feel my cock rubbing on her leg.

"Mmm...let's take this into the bedroom, my short man." She whispered.

I followed her - she walked slowly to let me take in her towering beauty - and
we went into the bedroom.

She turned, and faced me, as I backed her toward the bed.

"Do you think you can satisfy a TALL woman such as me?"

"Well, I'll do my very best."

And with that, I pushed her over and began to tear away at her clothes.

She undid her corset - very helpful - while I pushed my mouth over her wet
pussy lips.

"I can't wait..." she moaned.

And then I climbed on top of her. She reached her hands down and grabbed my
cock, pulling me inside of her.

"OOhhh..."

She has commented many times how large I am. I was never into penis envy, and
was just glad to be with her- even other women I had been with had said the
same thing. But, whether or not I've got a big dick, I know just how perfectly
Jennifer and I fit together.

Well, okay; maybe I am a little larger-than-average...

Maybe that's why I never had to wait too long for her to...she seemed to
always get off as soon as I put it inside of her. Who cares?

"That's it! Oh...OH!" Jennifer was never quiet. She kicked her legs up and I
felt the thick heels of her shoes kick me as she did.

She moaned, and I felt the tightness of her and began to feel like I would
break.

"Mmm...more..."

I pushed myself almost all the way in to her, as far as was usual with us:
deep as I could; and feeling harder- feeling her moist pussy wrap around me
like a vice.

She kissed me hard and our tongues, hungry and wet, moved in our union.

I knew she was coming, and I held out a moment or two longer - long enough
to...

"Oh...baby. I love to feel you come inside me. Mmmm..."

She drifted off, quietly, shoes still on.

4.

I hadn't toweled off our sex when I fell asleep next to her, so when I woke
up,

I went right to the bathroom. I was still sticky.

The running water must have brought her around, because Jennifer called to me.

"So what do you think of the shoes?"

I wiped my stomach and then further down. The warm water felt good.

"I love them. I guess you took my advice to heart. Where did you get them?"

"One of the housegirls - Cindy. She's my height and shoe size, and loves to
wear

huge platforms. I borrowed them. Eight inches! Can you imagine? that makes me-
what? -six two? Cindy says they have even higher heels...like ten and twelve
inch ones!"

I mused on that for a moment. "I didn't know they made platforms that big."

"Well, before I met you, I didn't know they made men that big!"

I felt a small rush of pride.

"Did you hear what I said?"

I ignored it, and went back into the bedroom, to see my lover stretching out
like a cat.

"Well, I hope you don't have to give them back too soon."

"Well, actually, I told her I'd bring them by work tonight."

I was dejected. "Oh..."

"But I'm going to go downtown today to that fetish store and buy a pair for
me. Jet black..."

"Sounds good to me!" And then I crawled back into bed, and started kissing her
breasts.

"Hey!"

"What's the matter?"

"You might have a huge cock, lover-boy, but I've still got the big shoes.
Besides, it's your turn to make coffee."

I laughed.

I got up and walked naked into the kitchen.

I fiddled with the coffeemaker, and got out a couple of clean mugs.

I lit up a smoke while Mr. Coffee dripped and gurgled.

My eyes were sore, and my head a little done in from the night before, and it
felt like the coffeemaker was taking too long. Hangover or not, I couldn't get
the image of Jennifer in her platforms out of my head.

That was a new thing for us. She, being so tall and almost unattainable.
Overcoming a challenge. Must be the Aries in me...

I imagined the click-clacking from the night before. Then, in the light of the
window, I realized it was Jennifer, still in her borrowed shoes.

Her breasts, big and wobbling with each step, appeared first, and then my
mighty amazon turned the corner.

"So, little man. Is my coffee ready?"

In the light of the early morning, I could really see the wonder of her. Her
legs, long and thin, started at her new shiny black platforms and went up so
high I actually had to move my head to follow them up from her ankles. Her
lips, shaved and thick, made a magic 'V'. Her flat stomach gave way to large
round breasts that jutted out from her chest and sat teasing me below my chin
as she drew up against me. I moved my head back,

as if I was dreaming, in a slow-motion movie pan to her gleaming blue eyes,
staring -

down at me.

I felt her breath on my forehead.

I was very short, suddenly, I thought, as I gazed into her full lips.

"Such a short man. It is rude not to look a woman in her eyes. But since you
are so SHORT, so little before me...I think I can forgive you. MAYBE!"

I was hard again- rock hard, and realized I was poking her upper thigh.

"Do you prefer me this way?"

"Yes..." I found myself preferring it very much.

"Well, little man. you must do all that you can to please me."

I reached my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them. Her nipples, small and
pink, pointed at me to kiss them, suckle them...

"NO!"

I stopped, suddenly. This was all so new, I wasn't sure what to do.

"First, you must pour me a cup of coffee."

Well, I couldn't blame her for that. Morning sex is wonderful, however, sex
before coffee in New York was unthinkable.

I poured her a cup, and then one for myself.

She kicked a long tan leg up to the counter, and sipped her at her Java. "So,
you really like me like this?"

I slurped at my mug, and put out my cigarette. "I love it. I don't know why,
but I do."

"I like it too," she grinned. "A LOT. I really like being this tall...it's
such a powerful feeling. I especially like tormenting you!"

With her legs spread so wide, as her left leg was still up on the counter, her
lips, her magic 'V', looked so inviting- so demanding. I found myself getting
on my knees, and pushing my face UP into her musky sex.

"Mmmm...."

I thought of the old commercial, "That's good coffee!"

5.

The rest of my Friday came and went without much event.

Jennifer went downtown to go shopping before work, and I did a little reading,
made some more coffee, and, after a while, took a nap. I was wrecked from
Thursday's drinking and sex-capades.

When I got up, around four, I turned on my computer and got online to check my
email.

I hadn't eaten all day, and was feeling a little lightheaded.

While the modem clicked on, I went to the fridge to see what might satisfy.

There were some cold cuts, but I didn't feel like making a sandwich. Pickles,
cheese from Balducci's, and some leftover fried chicken from a couple of
nights ago. We need to go shopping, I thought, and made a mental note. I
reached for the chicken, undid the plastic wrap, and took a drumstick. I also
grabbed a can of Coke, got a napkin, and returned to my computer.

I read the news of the day, and then clicked on my mailbox.

One message: from a friend of mine who moved to LA to pursue his acting.

He got a supporting role in some action movie playing a cop, good news.

I replied with some light sarcasm, "Yeah, we're all fine in NYC. Congrats on
the movie, even though I think you're a sell-out to Hollywood..."

The phone rang a couple of times, and I picked it up, knowing it would be
Jennifer.

"Hey beautiful! Where are you?"

"Guess!"

I cradled the phone against my shoulder, and sat back in my computer chair. "I
don't know...where?"

"I'm at a store on Eighth Street called 'Miracle Fetish And Drag'!"

"Sounds kind of trippy...are you there for the drag?"

"No...but there's a pair of black platforms in the window that are twelve
inches high!" She was ecstatic, almost giddy.

"That's pretty high there Mistress..."

"Can you believe it? Twelve inches! That's four more than..."

"Honey, I can add..."

"Right. But what do you think? Too high? They're really for drag-queens..."

"Well, if the shoe fits..."

"Oh you're funny! Well, as soon as I finish my smoke, I'm going inside."

"Gonna buy anything?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, my little man." And then she clicked off.

I wondered what the hell I had started.

I sipped my Coke, which was cold and delicious; and went back to work on my
drumstick. I decided to email some other friends. Just bullshitting.

As I typed away, I had to keep cracking my knuckles. My hands were tingling,
which I dismissed as exhaustion from the night before. Although it bothered me
because my typing was slower, and I was making a bunch of mistakes.

I hate spelling errors. As a former English major, I felt the internet would
pave the way for an academic appreciation of literacy, spelling and grammar;
it hadn't. People still regularly misspelled words like "your" and "you're". I
prided myself on such things, and had no trouble avoiding such mistakes.

Not today. As I typed, I found my fingers hitting keys- the wrong keys. Weird.
Maybe I was just having an off day. Nobody's perfect. But still...even the
Coke can felt funny somehow.

I left the computer, flopped into my favorite chair, and returned to my book.

6.

It was around eight or so when Jennifer called me from the club on her cell.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just reading. I missed you today."

"I'll bet! I missed you too...especially after this morning..."

"Yeah...that was fun."

"I was shopping all day; so I figured I would just go right to work. Sorry I
didn't call to tell you, but I was on an obsessed mission."

"Oh yeah?"

"Guess what I bought?" Her voice was sing-songy, like a teasing child going
"Nyah-Nyah-Nyah"; and her words resonated-

"Guess what I baw -awht?"

I could hear her leering...

"Hmm...chocolates?"

"No, don't be silly."

"The new Brintey Spears cd?"

"Hah! You're a funny guy, Paulie..." She misquoted Ray Liotta from Goodfellas.

She always did that; what she had meant was, "You're a funny guy Tommy..." but
that was out little joke.

"So what did you get? Something for me, perhaps?"

"Maybe! Maybe it's for me too."

"Well, are you going to tell me what you got?" I already knew.

"NO! But don't go out tonight. I want to show you."

"Okay...then I guess I'll see you around four?"

"Actually, I'll be home around midnight."

I was getting excited. "I can't wait!"

"Neither can I, little man!" And she hung up.

I knew what she was talking about, but, I had to admit, Jennifer was really
really getting into this high-heel thing. How strange that she could suddenly
be so...well; we all have our dark side. I was feeling turned on.

7.

It was a night of bad television, and clock-watching. I could hardly wait for
Jennifer to get home from work.

Around eleven thirty, she called.

"Are you still up?"

"Oh yeah. I'm just waiting on you, kiddo."

"Well, I'm leaving in fifteen minutes or so. I'm coming home dressed to kill.
I want you to put on your black suit, with a nice tie and shirt, and NO
SHOES."

"That's quite a request."

"Consider it a 'tall order'. If I'm going to be dressed, so are you, SLAVE!"

I was liking this new side of my girlfriend. "Okay, you got it. Suit and tie-
no shoes."

"Good."

And she hung up.

I hung up the phone and jumped in the shower.

The water ran hot and seemed to burn away my hangover and general malaise. I
soaped up and rinsed my hair, gargled to the tune of Sinatra's "Luck Be A
Lady", and thanked the audience. I reached to turn off the water and almost
slipped and killed myself.

"Jesus!" I had missed the handle and lost my balance.

Catching myself, I turned the handle, and stepped out to towel off. Jennifer
would be home any minute.

I sprayed some cologne on my body, and excavated my black suit out of it's
tomb.

The closet was dark - I had always meant to put in one of those TV-advertised
lights that you punch, but never got around to it. I found my suit in it's
garment bag, and slipped my trousers on. Without my shoes on, the cuffs of my
pants dragged on the floor a bit. I tip-toed over to my dresser to grab a
shirt so I wouldn't dirty the cuffs.

I opened up a white oxford shirt that was still folded and nicely starched in
it's dry-cleaning plastic. Tore it open and put it on, buttoning up to the
neck; it was a little loose, but I tucked it in and went back to the closet to
think about the tie.

I didn't care for wearing a tie, as I always have to wear one at work. But, it
was for the sake of love, and, I found some inspiration in that. I found a
nicely funny-colored tie that I had been given as a gag gift by my boss. It
was one of those "art" ties, based in design on the works of French
Impressionists. This was a "Van Gogh" "haystack" thing, blue and yellow and
white and sure to be silly-looking on me.

I had to fumble with the tie a little bit, to keep the tail from being longer
than the front. I had never worn it.

I took a moment in the mirror to sum it all up, tip-toes, tip-toes...

I looked like a maitre'd for an art gallery. But not too bad. My hair was
still wet, and kind of slicked back. I thought that was too Michael Douglas in
'Wall Street'. But then-

"Greed is good".

Nah, it wasn't me...I mussed it up a little to get that 'devil-may-care' look.

Fuck it...who was I kidding? I'm no fashionplate, and just standing there
wasn't going to change anything. I squinted at my reflection with Clint
Eastwood eyes. "Pervert!"

The balls of my feet were straining a little, and I dropped back onto my
arches.

The guy in the mirror didn't look so bad, really. Just different. Although, I
hadn't worn my suit in quite a while.

In fact, on that note, it feel a little loose in the shoulders. But, hey...I'm
a lean, mean fighting machine...

I heard the apartment door slam.

"Are you horny, baby?"

I shouted back, "Oh, behave!"

I tip-toed into the bedroom, and could hear the sound of Jennifer's shoes-

new shoes, I hoped, tap-tapping down the hallway. Tap, tap, tap, tap...

"Are you in there, my little man?"

"Yes...I'm all dressed up with no place to go."

"Poor baby! Wait for me just a minute; I want to put these bags down...and get
something out..."

Man, Jennifer was really getting into this...this, whatever-it-was. Role-play?
Fantasy?

I sat back against the bed and straightened my tie, while she puttered about.

"Oh, Eddie, I had great day. But they played this song at the club, and now
I've got it stuck in my head."

"Which song is that?"

"Do you remember that song Andy Taylor from Duran Duran had...'Take It Easy'?"

I sure did, though not fondly. I was 'Eighties Trivia' boy. "Yeah, it's from a
movie called, 'American Anthem'...it's got the guitar hook from 'T.Rex's'
'Bang A Gong'...which he covered in 'The Power Station' with Robert Palmer..."

"Jeez, how do you remember that stuff? Well, they played that TWICE tonight!
Can you believe that?"

"That's horrible." And it was...although now, I could hear it in my head, too,
and...

"Take it easy/on yourself/Take it easy/There ain't no one else/Don't give me
reasons/and I won't ask for nuthin'..."

"That's it! That's it!" Jennifer called out, still fussing in the other room.
"Stop that! Stop it at once!"

"Come in here and make me!" I was getting a little impatient...I wanted to be
aroused....

"Sing something else, or sing quietly! Just another minute..."

"I woke up in the morning/still flat on my back/I couldn't move a muscle, like
I had a heart attack/the night was wild and woolly/didn't think I'd make it
through it/coz lovin' you's a dirty job/and I'm the man to do it!"

"All right, that's it! I am coming in there, mister!" Jennifer HATED 80's
music; especially RATT.

I heard the heavy- really heavy- sound of footsteps getting louder and
louder...until

"Well...look at you." She said.

But I was looking at her! "Holy-"

Jennifer was wearing black lace tap pants and matching bra. Her breasts seemed
so much larger in their cups, almost spilling over. And- as I hoped-

brand new-

shiny-

black-

high-heeled platforms!

They were huge!

And so was she! Her hair fell away from her face, as she stepped closer.

"Well, well, well...hello little man. What a nice little suit you have there."

She put her arms around me and bent her head down- way down- to kiss me,

Her mouth was warm and tasted of wine.

I found myself up on my toes, trying to meet her lips and loving it.

My hands moved over her hips and around to the soft flesh of her plump round
ass.

I squeezed, and drew her closer, letting her feel my erection pushing through
my pants leg against her.

She broke our kiss, and exhaled her sweet warm breath on my face. "Look at how
SHORT you are, compared to me. I am A GIANT next to you little man! I am
looking down at the top of you head- why, you barely come up to my chin. Look
at me! I am A GIANT and you are a VERY VERY SHORT LITTLE MAN! Do you think you
can please a woman my size...when you are SO SHORT?" She pushed her heavy
breasts against my chest, and into my neck, taunting me.

"You're- you're amazing! You look so...sexy!" She was so glamorous. She looked
even taller and more voluptuous than last night. I was overwhelmed

"Hmph! Get down on the floor and lick my shoes! Show me how you love your
GIANT mistress!"

Well, that was a new one...but what the hell? I slid down on the floor, not
caring a damn about my suit and bent down.

"Lick!"

I did. I licked the top of her shiny platforms, and tasted the black vinyl.
They tasted new.

"Now look at me!"

I craned my head up to the left and found Jennifer, arms akimbo - hands on
hips - glaring down at me. She seemed to go on forever, and might even hit the
ceiling, she was so tall.

Her legs, thin and shapely, were parted, and I realized that her tap pants-
lacy and showing skin through the flowery pattern- were crotchless.

Above, still above, her flat stomach gave rise to her mammoth breasts that
loomed over me. I felt like a child looking up at a shelf towards the cookie
jar!

Her head was bent down, her cheeks were pink and the corners of her eyes
crinkled

with a grim smile.

"Look at me! I am fifty feet tall! You are helpless! I could crush you under
my feet!"

"How can I please you?"

"Keep licking!"

I worked my way up her legs. The firm skin of her tight calves gave way to the
more supple flesh of her legs as I licked...and then...

"Not yet, my little man!" She turned away from me and pushed her ass at me.

I reached up and peeled off her tap pants, which slowly slid down her legs,
and crumpled at her feet. She stepped out of them, and thrust her ass at me
again.

"Now lick me this way!"

She leaned against the wall, and spread her legs somewhat. I knelt up and
pushed her ass apart and my greedy tongue found her swollen, wet lips as my
head pushed against her cheeks. I licked and sucked and slurped
away...squeezing her ass.

"Mmm...that's so nice..."

My face was wet with her, and I was hard with delight. I pushed on, and
fingered her with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.

It had the desired effect. She moaned softly. And then she moved ever so
slightly away from my face.

I sat back, kneeling before her.

"Well, I don't want to exhaust you just yet...I want other things from you
SHORT MAN! Now, STAND UP!"

I rose up to my full height, meeting her pink neck with my eyes, then looking
up. I was so small next to her!

She undid her bra and let her large, heavy breasts free. The bra dropped to
the floor, and she pushed her breasts to my mouth. "SUCK!"

I began to suckle her nipples, first one, then the other. Then slowly on one,
drawing the pink flesh stiff in my mouth.

I could hear her sighing slightly. My cock was aching and pulsing with
pleasure,

and more than anything, I wanted to penetrate her, to find that wonderful
relief. But the play- the foreplay- was too exciting to stop for a second.

"Look at my little man. Are my breasts too big for you, little man?"

I squeezed and sucked, then moved, breathless between her breasts, and slid my
hands down to her butt. "I really want you right now!"

"NO! You are TOO SHORT!"

"Please..."

"BEG ME!"

I got down on my knees and did a very bad Al Jolson, clasping my hands
together. "Oh, please...mistress. Please have me now!"

She smirked and slid onto the bed, moving her legs up and jamming the heels of
her platforms into the mattress. "Now, you will fuck me."

I climbed on the bed before her and began to unbutton my shirt.

"Leave the suit on!"

And with that command, I undid my fly.

"Let me see what you have there, little man!" She reached her hand out to grab
me, and took hold of my cock. "Is this ALL you have?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Well, it will have to do. Now FUCK ME!"

I slipped gently into her, feeling the splish-splash of her wetness as the
head of my cock moved between her lips.

I pushed and thrust into her- hard.

"Ohh..."

I moved forward to kiss her, pushing my weight onto her, and my cock inside of
her. She was warm and wet and I tingled with excitement.

She breathed deeply, catching my rhythm, and meeting me with her thrusts.

Her breasts bounced with our sex. I found that she was so wet, so supple, I
could put my whole shaft inside of her. It was a first, and it was fantastic.

"Mmm.." she moaned some more, and, at once, I was not sure how long I could
hold out.

"Baby..." she whispered.

I grunted back at her.

"Baby..."

"Yess..." I wanted to come.

"Wait..."

"What..?"

"I want you to...don't...not yet..."

I gripped the sheets in my fists, straining against the force of desire. I was
like a bomb, about to explode.

"Wait..."

I gritted my teeth.

"Baby..." Her moaning was driving me wild.

"Yesss..." I whispered back, trying to hold out against the tide of her pussy,
which I was swimming in. All the excitement...

"Could you..."

"What..?" I slowed my hips, drawing myself out somewhat.

"Just...move it..."

"Tell me..."

"A little to the left..."

I realized she wasn't ready yet, and that stopped me from coming. I pushed
back into her, and swung my hips, moving left.

"Ahh..."

"Like that?"

"Yes...so deep..."

It was on again.

"That's it right there...harder...harder..."

I could feel myself ready to-

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Yesss...I'm coming! I'm..." She started, at last.

Then I...moving my hands beneath her, squeezing her soft buttocks and pushing
myself into her at will, deeply and with the ultimate result...

"Oh, God, Eddie...come for me..."

And I did.

8.

As morning came upon our bed, I realized that Jennifer was up, and already out
of bed.

Her turn to make coffee.

I started to come awake, and breathed a heavy sigh. What a night.

During the night my pants had slipped off my body and were

Somewhere at he bottom of the bed. I thought I could feel them at my feet. My
suit jacket, too, was probably with it, or on the floor. My shirt, half
buttoned, still with the tie caught up in the collar, seemed as awkward as the
sheets about me, and I gathered up the sleeves and pulled it over my head,
letting it drop away to the other side of the bed.

I glanced at the clock, saw it was after ten, and decided to let Jennifer find
me, now half aroused again, waiting.

I could hear her moving about in the apartment, softly. And then she made her
way into the bedroom.

I could smell the coffee.

"Are you up yet, my little man?" She whispered. She was naked and her huge
breasts jiggled slightly are she walked in.

I rolled toward her, and drew back the sheet. "Who are you calling little?"

She smiled, and set the cup of coffee she was carrying on the nightstand.

"Well, I don't know what ever I was thinking..."

She moved down onto the bed and leaned to kiss my swelling penis.

"Mmm...but, first, I want to have some coffee." I teased, throwing the sheet
over, covering myself.

"Hah!" She said, laughing, and drawing back. "You're a funny guy, Paulie!"

I reached for the coffee cup, which was steaming.

"Careful, it's hot."

I reached for it. "I guess I get the big cup." The coffee-cup felt cumbersome
in my hand.

"No, baby...I have the big cups!" She shook her boobs, laughing...but missing
my comment entirely.

I drew the cup to my mouth as Jennifer moved about the room, picking up
clothes from the floor. She looked so sexy, bending over here and there,
innocently flashing her sex at me.

"So," she said, holding up her latest purchase. "What do you think?"

The shoes gleamed in the light, shiny and black. "I love them!"

"Pret-ty fuck-ing cool, hmm?"

"So you got the ones in the window?"

She put them on the dresser, and looked at them like she was examining a work
of art. "What? Oh, no. They were too expensive."

"How much were they?"

"The ones in the window? Try Five Hundred bucks!"

"Wow. That's...uh...pretty steep."

"Ha ha."

She went back into the kitchen, and returned with her coffee.

"So, shall we just lay in bed all day, my mistress?"

"Hmm...maybe..." She sipped, then put her cup down on the nightstand.

I sipped mine, and looked back at the shoes on the dresser. "I think I like
them there."

She glanced back at them. "Me too. A nice reminder of what I can do to you..."

"Indeed."

I was feeling pretty randy, and looking at the shoes wasn't helping. "So, how
much were those?"

"Only Two Hundred," then added, "...and change. But worth it, don't you
think?"

I smiled. "Why such a difference from the others? Are these, perhaps...The
Cruel Shoes?"

I gave her my best Steve Martin, but I think it was lost on her. Nobody got
that one anymore.

"Well, the ones in the window were Five Hundred, but they had twelve inch
heels."

"Well, don't these have twelve inch heels?" I was confused.

"No," She sipped. "These are only ten. But still...pretty amazing, huh?"

"Ten?"

"Ten inch heels. They're just a couple inches more than the ones I wore the
night before last."

I sat up in the bed, and set my coffee on the nightstand. I saw as I placed it
next to her cup that we had the same size mugs. But- that can't be right...

"Wait a minute. These shoes only have ten inch heels?"

"Yeah? What do you think I said?"

"No...I heard you...I just..."

"What?"

"The other shoes- the ones you borrowed. How high were those platforms?"

She was getting a little impatient. "They were eight inches. The ones I
borrowed from Cindy."

"But I thought-"

"No, honey. I just bought the same style that Cindy had. At the same store
where she got them."

"Wait a second..." I threw back the sheets, and slid over to the edge of the
bed, next to her. "Those are...only ten inch heels? But..."

She looked at me quizzically, and back at the dresser.

Sitting so close to her, and feeling the weight of us at the edge of the bed,
I thought it peculiar that I couldn't see the dresser. Shouldn't I be able to
look over the top of her head, as I always did in such close proximity?

And my feet barely touched the floor. Was I awake at all?

I stepped onto the floor, naked, and half erect and confused. Things were
somehow...different. I went to the dresser.

"The same shoes, basically. Honey... what the problem? Do you really think I
would spend Five Hundred Bucks?"

"It's not the money I'm worried about..." I stared at the dresser, so strange
and different to me. I wasn't looking down on it, as I should be. I should be
looking down on top of it, where I put my wallet and change; where I set my
watch...

"Then what?"

I looked at her, my head spinning through thoughts of the night before.

And she stood up.

It took a minute for it to sink in. She looked at me, her mouth wide open. Her
eyes, not believing what she saw.

She looked down at her bare feet, and back to me.

I couldn't believe it either.

"You..."

"This can't be happening." I moved closer to her, as if to touch her and make
certain I wasn't dreaming. Except standing naked, right in front of her - in
our apartment, in our bedroom, next to our bed that we had made such mad love
on- wasn't doing anything to dispel my fear and shock. Or hers.

I looked up at her, unable to speak the words.

"You...you're..."

There I was. Looking into her mouth as she said the words. Looking at her
mouth

as her lips closed and opened and quivered before me. She hesitated.

"What's happened to me?"

She looked around the room, confirming her place in it, and my new shocking
condition.

"Honey...say something." I wanted her to lie. To make up something- anything
to explain; but she told the truth.

"Oh, my god! Eddie..." She put her hands over her mouth.

I was dumbfounded and silent.

"You're shrinking!"

9.

I had goosebumps. I actually shivered with realization. I could feel them over
my arms, and up my spine. It was a cold feeling. My head shook involuntarily.
I swallowed back the taste of the coffee in my mouth.

"Eddie..." Jennifer's voice was one of comfort...or the tone of a person
attempting to comfort.

She was a little - little? who was I kidding? She was so much bigger by my
perception; that is, bigger than me. Her frame seemed to bend as she tried to
speak. I felt as if I was frozen. I found myself closing and opening my hands
into fists, and then extending my fingers out again. The shock reflex.

But Jennifer couldn't manage to speak. Not surprisingly, neither could I.

"You're..." Jennifer seemed to want to say something, but for the life of me,
I couldn't help her bring the words. This was no time for lovers who finish
each other's sentences.

"What -" I gritted my teeth, somehow feeling angry, and altogether bewildered.
"What the fuck?"

My eyes searched the room. I knew it was true. There was no denying it. It was
like having a bucket of cold water thrown on me. I was wide awake. I was
naked. I was standing in front of my naked girlfriend, and nothing in my
perception could tell me that she wasn't suddenly bigger than me, or that the
whole room, the bed, the dresser, the ceiling, the floor hadn't suddenly grown
larger in my eyes. And, in my confusion and agitation, I wondered if this was
really all of a sudden, or had if it been happening unbeknownst to me.

Jennifer reached a hand out and, slowly, as if she was touching fire, touched
my hair.

Thoughts of the nights before - of last night, the shoes, the silly back and
forth sex talk, and the sex - when I finally penetrated her; when I finally
felt myself plunging into her with all that I was - confounded me.

Jennifer brushed her hand through my hair, slowly gaining confidence that I
was somehow tangible...safe to touch. She pulled me to her, and wrapped her
arms around me.

I felt her breasts squish up against my body, and her hair fall on my face, as
she rubbed her cheek against the side of my head. As I moved my hands up her
back, I felt my own smallness becoming real.

Her body was warm, and soothed.

"I don't know what to say." She exhaled, finally letting go of the tension
that held her.

I rested my forehead on her collarbone. I could smell the faint remnants of
perfume from the night before.

I don't know how long we held each other. She seemed not to want to let go;
and truly, I didn't want her to. I didn't want to open my eyes and have to
answer the questions that lay ahead.

The first question that I had came from the words Jennifer had spoken so
softly and so gravely; the words that echoed in my brain.

"You're shrinking!"

What a horrible sentence! What horrible words thrown together to make me cower
and shake. 'You're shrinking!'

The words sounded off slowly and loudly with each syllable, and I ran them
over and over to myself.

"YOU"

"ARE"

"SHRINKING!"

The words were in the present tense. And I reeled.

Was she mistaken? How would I confirm this? And what disastrous consequences
were there in those words?

Am I not only, now, smaller than I was - or was I going to get even smaller?

I pressed Jennifer closer, to feel her warmth. To convey my fears.

"Eddie?" Jennifer whispered.

"What..?"

"Maybe we should call a doctor. What if..."

She had been thinking the same thing.

I was reluctant. "I don't know. I mean...this is just..."

Jennifer met my eyes with a helpless look, seeing my frustration.

"THIS IS SO FUCKING CRAZY!" I shouted.

I broke our hold, and stood back for here to see me, smaller, shorter than
her- out of the ordinary. I held my arms out to the side, standing beneath
her, and looking up, frightened, curious, perplexed: in front of my naked
bosomy lover who stood towering above me, now, without shoes.

"LOOK AT ME!"

"Eddie..." She reached out to me.

"Look at me! What the hell is a doctor going to say or do? This is
ridiculous!"

Jennifer moved toward me, and put her body against me; putting her arms around
me and holding me tight. I felt her strength; her new strength, compared to
her my much smaller self.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to yell...but- good God! This is unreal!"

"We have to get you to a hospital."

I found myself pulling back, but still in her arms. Jennifer smiled warmly,
and put her hand on my head, affectionately, ducking her head into my view.
"Whatever the hell has happened to you...we've got to see if there's a
reason...or a cure."

She bent forward and kissed my forehead, holding her lips against my skin.

I wanted to fall asleep and wake up back in my normal life.

There was no denying it. Her holding me; feeling the woman whose body I knew
intimately, now suddenly and unexplainably larger- and yet, all the while
knowing it was me who was out of place -and that I was smaller- seemed to
confirm it all.

It defied all logic. This doesn't happen to people. Old people who have
vitamin deficiencies or scoliosis...the old men who came into my bar in suit
jackets

one size too big for their aging frames - that was as normal and real as life
was.

But people - a man- who plays out sex fanasties about being with his amazon
lover- this was not normal or real. And I wanted no part of it. Going out into
the world this way was far more frightening than standing next to Jennifer,
who was -how much taller than I?

"I - I don't know if I can do that..."

Jennifer was struck. "What do you mean?"

I pulled away from her. "Jennifer. I don't know what the heck is happening,
but I'm not about to go off to the hospital and let people find out what a
freak I've become!"

She moved back, turning away from me, and then back, sitting down on the bed.

I moved over to her - looking at her, eye to eye - feeling more myself for a
moment.

"Eddie- this..." She trailed off.

Jennifer looked just as frightened and as dejected as I was. Which came as a
great deal of relief. After all of our playing the last two nights, my heart
just couldn't stop beating with fear- fear that she might enjoy this somehow.
Or that I would lose her as a result. That was even more preposterous than my
standing before her at however less my height I had become. We were still two
people who loved each other.

"Eddie. I don't know what the hell has happened to you. But it isn't - it
can't be any different than any other sickness or illness or whatever! You are
still the guy I want to be with- the guy I'm in love with and will keep on
loving regardless of..."

I looked down at my small body, and my small- smaller, I guess- "equipment".

Jennifer went on, perhaps noticing my gaze. "Regardless of what happens to
you. I mean, my God! What if this was happening to me? Whatever's happening to
you-

seriously, Eddie! What if it was happening to me? Would you stop loving me?"

I looked up and sighed, shaking my head. "No, of course not..."

"Or...Eddie, look at me...what if I had AIDS? Or Cancer? Wouldn't you want me
to get some help?"

"Jennifer..."

"Eddie...you're not dreaming. And neither am I. We aren't going to wake up and
laugh.

Whatever this is...IS. Let's get you some help."

What a farce, I thought. I knew- instinctively- that there would be nothing
that anyone - anywhere - could do. But how could I refuse Jennifer's sincerity
in hoping for the best?

Who was I to turn off her affection, or deny her wanting to try and seek a
solution regardless of what I felt inside? I didn't want to shut her off - or
out- because I was miserable. I love her; and just as she's relied on me in
the past...I would have to rely on her now- and in the future...

"Honey..." She pleaded while I was lost in thought.

I put on the best smile I could muster, and tried to get back to myself.
"So...do you think shrinking is covered by our HMO?"

Jennifer let go with a laugh that broke our mutual tension. I suddenly didn't
feel so bad.

"Well, if not," She smirked. "I can always return the shoes..."

"No," I wanted to remain optimistic, to look optimistic, if only for Jennifer.
"you'd better just leave them there. You might need them when things get back
to normal."

"You're such a little perv..." She smiled, but I thought I saw the twinkle of
a tear in her eye.

10.

After making a much-needed second pot of coffee, Jennifer shuffled through a
stack of papers that we stored in a small cabinet - our collective bank
accounts, insurance forms, and whatever else we threw in.

>>From "my pile of clothes" on the floor, I grabbed a pair of Calvin Klein
boxer briefs that hugged my hips, but sagged at my thighs. Still, even in my
new condition, they didn't look too bad, or, rather, make me look ridiculous.
They looked like a pair of shorts, and that was that.

I flipped on the news in hopes of hearing about some epidemic that was
effecting men in North America...but it was all just the usual political crap.
Although, I noted that the stock market was going down.

Ha! So much for women's hemlines.

I nursed my coffee, and considered the next few days. Not knowing what the
long-term aspects of having become smaller might have in store, I decided to
call work.

The phone was larger in my hand, but not unwieldy. I dialed up the bar. I
imagined talking to one of the managers, but got my boss - the one who gave me
the tie, Harold.

"Hey, Eddie...what are you doing calling in on your day off?"

"Harry-" I hadn't thought it through, and didn't know what I would say.

"What's up, kid?"

Then it came to me; like a teen-ager trying to ditch class, or excuse his
absence. "Harry, there's been a death in the family..."

"Oh, no..." Harry sounded sincere, but I knew him well enough that he was
already stressing the idea of having to cover a missing bartender. "What
happened...?"

"Well, it's actually in Jennifer's family. Her aunt. I never even met the
woman, but Jennifer is really upset..." I was lying like a pro. I remember
seeing a thing about Hitler on the History channel. He once said, "The bigger
the lie, the more people will believe it..."

How ironic.

"So...how much time do you need? I assume that's what..."

"Yeah...I don't know? A week, maybe two." I didn't want to push things, but I
was in no danger of losing my job. I'd been there a long time and had never
been late once, much less missed a day. I worked holidays; I worked pick-up
shifts for slackers who cried when they were merely hung-over. I worked when I
had the flu for crying out loud. I was the last guy he could imagine calling
out...for anything. I had paid my dues, and now it was time to collect.

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "No problem, kid. Do what you
gotta do."

"Thanks, Harry."

"Call me when you get to wherever you going. You know old Graham will be
missing you. "

I laughed, as Harry referred to a longtime male customer that had a thing for
me.

"Will do, boss."

"Alright then; let me go so I can make a few calls..."

"Talk to you."

Harry sounded sincere, so that relieved some immediate concern about having to
face my peers. I wondered if I would ever be returning to work...

Jennifer walked in, now dressed in blue sweats and a gray jersey. "Who was
that?"

I looked at her gravely. "Your aunt died."

She stopped, and jerked her hair with one motion. Then she cocked her head.
"Eddie, I don't have an aunt."

"Well, they don't know that at work."

And instantly, she got it.

She marched by me, half-smiling. "It's a good thing they don't know me that
well. You want some more coffee?" She said, as she continued down the hall to
the kitchen.

"No, I'm good."

I watched the sway of her hips as she trotted away. The fabric in the seat of
her sweats was lustily tight, and I found myself leering.

She returned to see me lighting up a smoke, and drawing in the hot fire.

"Be careful! Those things will stunt your growth!"

"Ha! You're a funny guy, Paulie!"

She stood in front of me, sipping at her Java. I found myself staring at her
especially prominent chest; caught myself, then looked up, catching her gaze.
Had she noticed?

"So, what's up? Any luck with the cabinet- insurance or whatever?"

She put her cup aside on the television that sat across from me, showing CNN.

"Actually, no. But I think we need to...take care of some basics, first." She
withdrew a pencil from her pocket and stuck it in her hair, behind her ear.

"Like what?"

She reached into her jersey and produced a small, pink object.

"What's that?"

"Look familiar?" And then she let the pink object, a seamstress' tape, unravel
to the floor.

It was familiar, and unfortunately so. She had used it to measure my manhood
not too long ago.

"Oh, great. And now I'm supposed to-"

"Well, honey; we've got to figure out where you, er- things stand."

"Mmm-hm." I answered. I reckoned that this was not going to be fun.

"C'mon! Let's go!" Jennifer laughed, mocking my resistance.

"You're a little too enthusiastic, I think."

"Mmm...maybe..." She blew me a kiss.

I stood up, while she walked over to the wall by the door. She tapped a finger
on the wall, and grinned. I moved toward her, bringing the comparison of our
bodies - our relative sizes- into view. I felt like I was standing next to one
of those giant billboards.

This was not something I wanted to do. This act was the sure thing that would
confirm my worst fears. For whatever reason, reflex, maybe, I taunted her.
"You first."

As a retort, it was a weak effort on my part. She just shrugged, and said,
"Fine."

She backed herself up against the wall, and pulled the pencil out of her hair.

I instinctively reached to help, but realized that there was nothing I could
do.

I watched as she flattened her back up and jutted out her jaw, bringing her
head against the wall with a slight thud. She placed the pencil against the
top of her head, and with one awkward gesture, made a mark on the wall.

"Need some help?" I joked trying to sound optimistic.

"Hmph!" She snorted, and turned around to measure.

My heart was racing, and I felt a slight sweat coming over me. I wanted her to
register some shock; some crazed realization that I wasn't shrinking, but that
she was getting bigger. It was an absurd thought, but given my present
condition, it wasn't that absurd.

She dropped the tape to the floor, and raised it up to the mark she had made.
Using her toe, she held the tape in place, and drew it taught.

The world stopped for a long time as she squinted to read the tape. I held my
breath.

"Five-six." She concluded.

That was it. There was no turning back now, and I walked over to take my
beating.

I stood up against the wall, facing out- facing her. She hummed softly as she
leaned over me effortlessly. I rolled my eyes up to watch. Her neck was in my
immediate view and I tried to calculate the difference in my head to spare
myself the shock. I felt her hand on my head as she marked the wall with the
pencil. Her arms above my head, I noticed the expanse of her be-jersey-ed
chest heaving close to my face, just a little below. I found it exciting.

She backed up and gave me a smile, "Okay..."; and I stepped away.

She took her time, making certain, I guessed. She knelt to the floor and
pulled the tape tightly against the molding, and drew up, being careful to
hold the pink tape fast with her foot.

She reached the mark, with her back to me. I looked into her hair.

She didn't say anything.

"WELL?" I shouted, half-joking, but all serious.

She turned around. "It's not that bad, actually." But she didn't look at me -
didn't make eye contact.

"So how bad is it?"

I moved forward, feeling the bigness of her next to me.

I gazed up hoping for some relief of suspense.

"Well...you're almost five feet."

I stood looking at the pencil mark on the wall; so far below the one she had
made for herself. More than any six inches. "Almost?" I turned to look up at
her.

She gave me a smile, but I knew better than to accept it. It was the fake
smile, the smile I had seen her use when tolerating conversations with
strangers at parties.

"Four-seven, and a quarter." She admitted.

Not even five feet, I thought. She was probably giving me the quarter, as
well.

I had gone from Five-nine to four-seven in a day...fourteen inches! It was
unthinkable.

But had it taken a day, I wondered? Or had it been going on for longer? And if
so, for how long? And worse...would it continue?

In this confusing moment, she stepped toward me, closer to me, bigger and
taller than me by eleven inches, I now knew. She just moved closer, touching
her body against me, but not all the way. Then she bent her head down and
looked into my eyes.

Her shoulders were wider than mine, her body, wider in breadth; her waist
above mine- and her neck, the base of her neck, at eye-level. It was now,
finally official. The tape would not lie. There was no waking up.

"You're smaller, but it isn't so bad, really." She reported, smiling all the
while.

"Oh, no? How do you figure?"

"Well," She began, smiling, "This is about how much smaller than me that you
were when I had on those heels last night."

I looked over her luscious body clad in her lazy afternoon sweats. "Yeah, I
guess so." Although, all perspective had been lost on me. How different was it
really? In ten inch heels, she would be Six-four to my Five-nine. And that
was...only seven inches. So where did the other seven inches disappear to? Was
I getting smaller still? Were her words- present tense- now affirmed? I felt
dizzy.

"I like it. A lot." She announced. And then she put her hands on the wall,
stretching her arms beside my head.

She moved her head down to kiss me.

It was a long exhilarating kiss, deep and full of wonder. She kissed me hard,
and rolled her tongue around my mouth, warm and excited and longing for her.
Her arms closed around me, and drew me into her. Her breasts, heavy and soft,
collided with me, and my hands made their way under her shirt, as I reached
out, clumsily kneading and grabbing. Her breasts were warm...and strangely,
wonderfully, so much bigger!

She pulled back long enough to whisper my name. "Oh, Eddie...I love you so
much."

I moved into her, feeling the warmth of her body through her clothes. I wanted
her, and could feel her desire in her selfish kisses.

My erection indicated my feelings, but I shuddered with doubt and
apprehension.

Was I up to the task?

I felt her tongue slip out of my mouth as she backed her head away from me,
brushing the hair from her eyes. I looked up at her, my hands still in her
shirt.

"You like that?" She whispered.

Her answer came in the hot flush of my face, red with embarrassment.

She stepped back and pulled off her sweatshirt, letting it drop on the floor.

There was a soft, angelic quality in Jennifer's face. An air of serenity about
her. My heart was beating nervously - a excited nervousness that could only be
compared to the feeling I had when I first kissed a girl, first touched a
girl's breasts - and slowly I came to see that she wanted me as much as I
wanted her. And, perhaps, more importantly: that she was just as afraid as I
was.

"My parents aren't home." She said coyly, eerily sensing my adolescent
thoughts.

I smiled with a nervous exhale of relief. And Jennifer led me off to our
bedroom,

walking slowly, bringing me along with one arm behind her.

The bedroom had an uncanny new feeling to it, as it should I supposed. As
Jennifer slid out of her sweats, I ran my hand over the top of the bedside
stand.

Jennifer stood before me, in that Venus-on-a-half-shell pose. I couldn't
remember the artist, and didn't care. I slowly ran my eyes over her body, all
Five Six of it. Her legs seemed so long, and gave away to her beautiful, magic
sex. Her stomach, her belly button, her so much more impressive breasts, with
the faintly darker pink of her nipples - her whole body, so much taller than
Five six in my view, beckoned me.

I sighed somewhat, and slipped off my boxer-briefs, displaying myself, half
turned on.

I took a step to her, and felt the moistness of her labia as she rubbed it
against my stomach.

"You're so shy..."

There was no doubt about that. I was terrified.

"Perhaps you need a little encouragement..."

She slowly descended to her knees before me, and moved her hands over my
buttocks.

In one slow, hot moment, Jennifer flicked her tongue over the tip of my penis,
and opened her mouth to take me in.

The warmth of mouth around me, and the feel of her tongue brought on the
swelling of my lust.

She backed her head away, and smiled. "That's better."

My hands felt awkward on the top of her head, but I placed them there, if only
for balance. She took my now fully swollen cock into her watery mouth and I
closed my eyes.

She continued to suck with flawless expertise, and I looked down at her body,
folded before me on the floor. She looked to me like an adult tying a child's
shoes.

I stopped her. "Jennifer?"

She withdrew slowly, and looked up. Sweat glistened on her forehead.

"Let's get on the bed..." Which was my way of saying, "Let's fuck!"

A smile crept from the corners of her mouth as she now had my full attention.
She stood up, rising above me. "Now, that's more like it."

I was up on my toes kissing her, and greedily squeezing her giant breasts in
my hands, as she manipulated my cock with one hand.

We backed onto the bed and she fell over on her back, with an "Oof!" kind of
noise.

I moved onto her, slipping my head between her legs, and finding her magic
"V". I moved my mouth over her pussy, teasing and reciprocating, filling my
hands with the fleshy cheeks of her soft butt.

"Eddie..." She sighed. And I took her signal, and began my climb up onto her
body.

It was a strange feeling, I noticed. Her legs, now longer since...

since I "Got Small" - seemed spider-y as I moved over her. My waist slipped
onto hers, and I had to slide back a little to find our familiar position. As
I lowered my cock into her wetness, I felt her pussy clasp me in a way that I
had never imagined. Not tightly, just...purposefully.

As I held myself over her with my arms straightened, my hands on the bed, I
felt as if I was with a new person. Her breasts wobbled and shook with our
pumping, and I stared at them, transfixed. They were, after all, in my
immediate view. I glanced up to see Jennifer, smiling as we writhed. Her face
and lips out of my kissing reach.

I was truly fucking an amazon.

She grabbed my shoulders and directed me with a slight pull here, and a shove
there.

Her hips pushed back against me as I thrust into her. It would not be long
now...at least not for me.

I grabbed her hips with my hands, and balanced myself on my knees, giving her
all I could.

"Oh...better..." She gasped.

I felt the sudden extra gush of wetness inside of her, and as she began to
moan, I let go; collapsing on her breasts.

She huffed a loud breath of relief and went limp under me.

I rolled over, and had to scootch up in the bed to meet her eyes. I lied next
to her, looking at her, smiling, and looking back at me.

We enjoyed the silence.

11.

It was late Saturday afternoon when we woke from our post-coital romp.

Jennifer was on the phone in the other room, already calling hospitals no
doubt - and asking what, I couldn't imagine - and I was moving toward the
shower, noticing the time. Quarter past Four.

I grabbed my toothbrush and gave it a look. It was bigger in my hand than I
was used to, but put it out of my mind, and tried to get on with things.

What choice did I have?

I squeezed out some toothpaste, red gel, and slid back the shower door to get
the water going. The handle, the shower head, the ceiling, all seemed so out
of place; everything seemed to serve as a terrible reminder of having shrunk.
However, I mused that there must be people who are this short, and probably
shorter- and they deal with it everyday,

so...as much as I didn't like it, I would deal with it as well.

Of course, I fucking resented the whole thing. After all, why me?

I brushed and spit and brushed and spit, then stepped into the shower. While
the water ran, hot and with such wonderful force - an often taken-for-granted
benefit to residents of New York City is having amazing water pressure - I
tried to think of all the things in the world that could be worse than being
Five nine, and shrinking to Four seven.

I thought...

I could be the victim of a more horrible disease. Although, that didn't do
much to stem my anger and confusion, after all, I didn't know the long-term
effects of this.

Jennifer could be sick. That would be worse. And then I wondered what I would
do if it were her that had shrunk...how would I handle it?

I could be a Mets fan. I was not. I am a Yankees fan, and therefore don't have
to subject myself to constant disappointment.

I could be Daryl Strawberry. That's got to fucking suck.

I could be one of those nervous-looking characters that hangs around outside
the OTB parlors on Seventh. Those people look troubled.

I could be in a country that might not have the science to offer help. I could
be shrinking in The Balkans or some nether region of Africa. That couldn't be
good.

I could be in Canada. That was probably no place to be shrinking. It's cold
and everything costs, like, a million...well, whatever they use for currency.
Leaves, most likely. I would probably have to learn French, too. Plus, I might
be a Rush fan whether I liked it or not. Then all my conversations would
center around whether "2112" was a better album than "Permanent Waves".
Jennifer would say to me, "You're shrinking, eh?" and I would put on "Spirit
Of The Radio" and cry.

I could be the lawyer that lost the case against the woman who sued McDonald's
because she spilled coffee on her lap, and apparently didn't know that it was
going to be hot.

Wonder how that guy is doing?

I could be dead, I guessed.

"Eddie?" Jennifer called out to me, interrupting my crazy thoughts.

"In here." I called out over the sound of rushing water.

Her voice got a little louder, easier to hear over the shower - which I did
not want to get out of, as it just felt so darn nice.

"I called a few hospitals."

"Oh yeah? Which one specializes in shrunken men? Is that Bellevue?" I joked,
referring to the mental health institution.

"Actually, there's two we should look into. Although, we're going to have to
wait until Monday morning. There's Sloan-Kettering, which specializes in
cancer treatment. And there's NYU, which has a special diseases unit amongst
other facilities."

"Okay, I guess." I splashed about, running my hands through my wet hair. "But
let me ask you something..."

"What?"

"Well, I mean, what exactly did you say to these people you called?"

"What do you mean, honey?"

Through the steamed white glass of the shower door, I could make out Jennifer,
sitting on the toilet on the far side of the bathroom. "What did you say? 'Hi,
there. I was wondering if you could help me, it seems my boyfriend has shrunk,
or is shrinking, and even though we enjoy fooling around with high heels...'.
Was is something like that?"

"Ha!" Jennifer snorted. "No, I said, 'Hi, my boyfriend seems to be getting
smaller, and, although it hasn't had an effect on our love life, I wonder if
we need psychiatric help- who do you recommend?' "

I shook under the water. "Oh, you're funny!"

"Eddie, all I asked was, if anyone could tell me the names of some doctors
that might specialize in strange diseases. Like high-heel mania..."

This is why I love Jennifer. "You know, one of these days, I'm going to marry
you- or kill you!"

"Mm-hmm. Feeling lucky? Better get a stool, shorty!"

"That does it!" I yelled. "I'm coming out there, and I'm going to get a stool,
and show you how lucky I am!"

I turned off the water, and was feeling turned on, no doubt as a result of
having little to do on my days off than crave sex.

Jennifer was crouching on the floor, with a towel folded over her knees, and
rummaging through the cabinet beneath the sink.

I walked forward, dripping wet, displaying my erection. "Looking for
something?"

Jennifer looked up and smiled. "Well, I see that nothing gets the better of
you, does it?"

"Yeah. And what are you going to do about it?" I eyed her breasts, bulging
over her arm

as she pulled out a small bottle.

"Remember this?" She held out a bottle of "Hot Stuff", a flavored gel for
strictly sexual gaming practices.

"What do you have in mind?" I hummed, swinging my cock side to side. I didn't
think about relative size; I was hard and horny and hoped that would be
enough.

"I thought maybe we could use it later, but if you're feeling 'cocky'..."

She was still kneeling.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

She put a little of the "Hot Stuff" on her finger and traced a line from my
thigh to my chest.

Then she moved her head up slowly, moving against me, with her mouth open, and
her lips brushing against my skin. On my thigh, and then up.

"Mmm...hot stuff..." She cooed.

I closed my eyes, and felt her breath as she passed my cock, opting to make
small kisses on my stomach, and up my chest, and then standing up...

She gasped, registering surprise. "Eddie!"

I opened my eyes, looking up. Jennifer was standing in front of me, even
taller than this morning! She was towering over me, in fact, so high that her
breasts were above me, and she was bending over to glare...

"Oh my God, you're shrinking AGAIN!"

I stood, unmoving and terrified. I was looking at her stomach- her belly
button. And up above me, she shook her breasts...laughing.

"Gonna need that stool now, shorty!"

"What the hell are you laughing about? This isn't fucking funny! Goddamn it,
Jennifer- what the hell is happening..."

She licked her lip and motioned with her eyes toward the floor.

Jennifer was wearing her new heels, which glimmered in the light.

I could almost feel the sweat coming out of my pores, as I realized instantly
that she was fucking with me...so to speak.

"You're such a..."

"A bitch?" She laughed. Her laughter was loud in the confines of the bathroom.

Jennifer kicked aside the towel that she used to cover her heels, to distract
me as she

led me on. "What are you going to do about it, LITTLE MAN?"

"Oh, you're going to get it!"

She drew herself up to her full height, towering over me with her head back,
and grinning. "Come and get me. Climb up here and let's see what you can do."
She bent her head down. "You are so SHORT! What could you possibly do? Why, I
can barely see you beneath my breasts, my shrunken man!" She laughed.

I was red-faced with being the butt of her joke, and a little embarrassed. But
I was really turned on, and determined to do something about it. I looked up
at her, and she made a point of having to hold her breasts back tightly, in
order to see me below her.

"What are you going to do, LITTLE MAN?" She smirked.

I banged her just above the knee with my erection. "I promise you this: I'm
going to go and get a stool, and when I come back, I'm going to fuck your
brains out!"

She plodded off to the bedroom, "We'll see, shorty. We'll see..."

I stood still for a moment, relieved that it was all only a cruel joke
perpetrated by my wicked, wicked lover. I watched as she stood naked in the
bedroom, lighting a cigarette, and giving me teasing looks.

I didn't get the stool, didn't want it.

But I did keep my promise.

12.

There is nothing like the feeling - of accomplishment, of power, of pure
satisfaction - of getting the better of someone who has gotten the better of
you. So, as Jennifer writhed about in our bed, I swaggered off to the bathroom
to wash off.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the dark, and stood in the mirror proudly, all
Four seven of me. "Bond...James Bond." I whispered. Then I found myself
humming Duran Duran.

"Meeting you/with a View To A Kill..."

"I heard that!"

Jennifer, who was sitting up on top of the sheets, with her heels on, knees up
and legs parted, flaunting her shaved pussy, glared at me, eyes twinkling and
lips pursing. She caught me, and I walked towards her.

"Proud of yourself, big man..."

"Hah! You got that right!"

"Mmm...still cocky?" She looked at my exhausted manhood, smiling.

"Yeah...well. You're lucky I'm not."

"Not so lucky, really...I want more."

I hadn't expected that. My face dropped. "Uh..."

"But I'll wait!" She giggled. And she moved off to the edge of the bed, and
slid off her shoes.

"Okay, then. I'll wait...also."

She laughed at my false sense of security. "So, what do we do with ourselves,
now?"

"Good question." We usually go out on Saturday night; but it was clear that I
didn't want to do that.

"Order in? Chinese, maybe?"

"That sounds great."

Jennifer trotted off to the kitchen, and I grabbed my boxers and followed her
in.

Jennifer was standing naked in the kitchen, her back to me. She was digging
through the drawer where we stash take-out menus.

I walked naked by the kitchen, and to the television in the living room.
Saturday night, there was bound to be something on cable, and I flicked it on.

"Shall we call the one on 72nd Street, or the one on 76th Street?" Jennifer
yelled.

I watched the images flashing on the screen, trying to figure out what channel
I had flicked on. Some kind of video of people marching in a strange country.
CNN, I realized.

"Um...the one on 72nd Street doesn't use MSG. That's the one you like, right?"

"Oh, I don't care. It's your night, stud."

"Hmph." I saw the commercial for the KIA car where the guy asks his wife who's
car is in the driveway, all the time knowing it's his...

Jennifer walked in. "Hey, stud! I'm talking to you. Pick a restaurant. It's
your night."

I looked at her. Timing is everything. "It IS, isn't it?"

"Oh, please. I'm so sick of that one. That's the 'Wassup' of the next three
months. I'll be hearing that at the club for a year!"

Well, so much for that. "Okay. the one on 76th Street, then. They have better
garlic chicken." They did, too; lots of fresh garlic that melted in your
mouth.

"Garlic chicken from 76th is is then." And she padded off to grab the phone.

I was still in front of the TV, and grabbed the remote to flip. I found the
program guide, and stared blankly as it went through the nights' viewing
choices.

"You want a beer?"

"Yeah...a beer sounds great about now." I sat back on the couch, holding the
boxers in my hand; mollified by television.

Jennifer walked in with a beer, still holding the phone to her ear; waiting
for an answer.

She stood near me, naked, rubbing the beer bottle over her nipples and making
faces, whispering, "Me So Horny".

"Just give me the beer, you nut! They're going to hear you..."

"No they're- HI THERE! Yes, I'd like to place and order for delivery." She
laughed.

I was reaching up for the beer, while I was sitting down on the couch, and
Jennifer was holding it way over her head, talking into the phone which she
held with her other.

"Yes, that's our address. We'd like an order of garlic chicken, steamed
vegetables, some cold sesame noodles- " She looked at me, moving the phone up
on an angle so she couldn't be heard by the person at the other end. "Come and
get it, shorty!" She whispered, then went back to ordering, shaking her blonde
hair back.

I stood up, and moved at her, but she dodged, and pranced around, still
talking into the phone, boobs bouncing this way and that. I grabbed at her
butt to pinch it.

"- and an order of wanton soup - AAAH! No, sorry, not you..."

She was still holding the beer up over her head, which was spilling now.

"I'm gonna get you!" I leered.

"And some extra duck sauce..." She moved away from me. "Twenty minutes? Okay!"

She dropped the phone on the couch and ran past me, as I reached and missed.

"Hah! Missed me!"

I went toward her. "Now I gotta kiss ya!"

She stopped and slipped the beer between her legs, sliding it up against her
sex. "Kiss this, baby!"

I went down before her, and she scooped the beer away. I lunged forth and gave
her a small love bite on her...

"AAAH! Hey!" She backed away. "Watch it, buster!"

She play ran, jogging away, her breasts going up and down in a kind of slow
motion.

"This better be one hell of a beer!" I walked to her.

She spread her legs apart and poured it down her front, between her big
breasts, down her flat stomach, and-

"Figures..."

I got down and...

"It's Miller Time!" She yelled, giggling ridiculously.

"When I'm done, I'm gonna head for the mountains..." I answered.

"This Bud's for you..."

I wanted to come back with, "Same as it ever was." but thought that would be
hurtful. I didn't have many beer slogans at my fingertips. All I could think
of was, "Weekends were made for Michelob!"

She bested me, as I moved my tongue over her, conscious of the twenty minutes
we'd been allotted. "My goodness- My Guinness!"

My face in her beer-soaked sex had aroused me to no end, and the
lasciviousness of her behavior compelled me to stiffen.

"Oh...Eddie..." She moaned.

I played with her, using my tongue to it's best abilities.

After a lot of licking, darting my tongue over her clitoris, my hands
squeezing her ass, and some Eddie Van Halen-style fingering - blistering
fretboard pyrotechnics! -

she came.

Moving her body down, she yielded to me.

I was inside of her, and found my erection almost cramped with pain from so
much sex. Her breasts shaking, she found herself, again, and right away.

"Yesss...." Her voice trailed off. She was arching her back, and I was kissing
at her nipples.

There was no way in hell that I would be able to manage an orgasm. But, it
never hurts - no pun intended - to give it a go, as I never knew when I might
get off too fast. I was racking up points, in a manner of speaking. I was
doing it all for her.

"That's it, baby...right there..."

She shook with delight in our thrusts, and I couldn't imagine what had come
over us lately. Except, of course, that I had shrunk. But what could that have
to do with our libidos?

She started yelling. Jennifer was a 'moaner', in her own words. Not a yeller,
not a screamer,

not a growler. But, now she was yelling as we pumped our lust on the floor.

"Eddie...uhhh...EDDIE! EDDIE....uhhh...ohhh yeahh..."

I couldn't very well be disappointed. She was coming, and apparently, it was
pretty awesome. Somehow, the whole shrinking thing took on a new wonder. I had
gotten smaller, and she was getting off on our ensuing sex.

Go figure.

Jennifer was lying in some kind of ecstasy. Not the wise-ass she was earlier.
More docile, benign; almost child-like. "Ohh...Eddie. That was sensational."

I pulled out, still hard, and aching. No time to gloat openly. I moved up and
kissed her.

Our kissing hadn't changed so much. Her lips were fuller against mine, but
felt as warm, as hungry, as charged and lusty as mine.

We met with a longing gaze and I moved to her side, whispering. "I love you,
Jennifer."

She turned and hugged me, her cheeks hot against mine. "Oh, Eddie! I'm so in
love with you! I'm never going to let you go!"

And then, of course, the doorbell rang.

As Jennifer sighed and pushed herself up to buzz the intercom, all I could
think about was how good I felt, in spite of everything.

I lay on the floor, naked and erect, staring at the ceiling. Jennifer went to
the door, throwing a blanket around her.

I heard the door, some muttering, and then it slammed shut, as Jennifer
clicked the locks shut.

"Dinner's ready!" She announced.

I yelled out, trying to be funny. "I already ate."

12

We left the half-eaten white cartons of Chinese sitting around the kitchen.

I did not eat as much garlic chicken as I usually do - I could eat the whole
order,

as I did in earlier times. As a result of my having shrunk, no doubt, I had a
smaller appetite. Jennifer ate quite a bit more than usual, but given the rate
we were having sex,

I thought nothing of this. And rightly so.

Still, what was going on with our sexual appetites?

I have always felt committed to Jennifer from the moment we met. Our time
together has brought us a quiet understanding, and wonderful sex. As it should
be for young couples in love.

But still...

I laid, still naked from earlier, next to Jennifer on the couch. She had
fallen off to sleep after the first half hour of Saturday Night Live. She
nestled into the pillows, purring with her faint snore, and I found a soft
place for my head against her breasts as I watched the TV begin to fade out
and give way to my own slumber.

I dreamed of long, lush fields of wheat, dancing idly in a breeze. Above me
was a blue sky with soft fluffy clouds that inched across the horizon. And in
the distance, the afternoon sun gleamed reddish orange above blue mountains
with white peaks, blurry and out-of-focus. I moved across the fields, feeling
compelled to watch the sun set behind the mountain range . As I moved closer
the mountains became clearer and loomed higher and higher. And the sun set
leaving me in total darkness.

When I awoke, I saw the light coming through the apartment windows. Jennifer
was behind me, sound asleep. I felt refreshed, and wondered for a moment about
my dream.

Apparently, I was dreaming a Claritin commercial. This would require some more
thought. But, knowing that I think better with a cup of coffee, resolved to
get up and make the morning's first pot. But lying with my head against
Jennifer's lush bosom, it was hard to follow through.

It was, after all, Sunday. I don't have to work...

I found myself chuckling at the thought of work. Who was I, the
post-Millennium Shrinking Man - Shrinking or just shrunk? I wondered... - to
go back and face my co-workers and friends? Yet-

It wasn't so bad. It's been three strange fucking days, that's for sure - to
paraphrase School of Fish. But, my lover still loved me...and I hadn't seemed
to lose my sexual potency. On the contrary. What did I have to be afraid of?

Well, it would be difficult to explain. On the other hand, I might make a ton
of dough in tips from sympathetic or curiosity-driven customers. Of course, I
wouldn't be able to reach the glasses that hung upside down from a rack above
the bar. And the register would be no piece of cake without a step-stool, I
imagined.

Maybe I could find a way to deal with this on a public, and social level.
Maybe...

Time to consider that must be found later.

It was still Sunday. Sunday morning. I needed coffee. (When didn't I?).

I slipped quietly from Jennifer's pillow-y boobs, and slid off the
couch...slithered, really, so as not to disturb her.

I cracked my neck and straightened my back, and made my way through the dawn's
early light to the kitchen.

Coffee. Must make coffee. Also, I would have to go down to the corner deli and
get the Times. But, as I traipsed down to the kitchen, I felt ambivalent about
going out into the world.

Fear is a great motivator, and a great spoiler as well.

I hadn't even been in the kitchen since the whole...'thing' happened. (All I
had done, it seemed, was have sex, sleep and watch television.) I looked
around.

God, the refrigerator was enormous. The door seemed to be as big as the front
door to the apartment. The counter was above my head, and as I got closer, I
couldn't see the appliances or any of the Chinese food that sat patiently
there upon it. The stove was like a white, slightly dirty wall.

This was a new revelation for me. At my new height of Four seven, I now saw
the places that needed cleaning. My job, as much as Jennifer's. And I thought
we were a pretty tidy couple. Have to see to that eventually. But coffee was
my main focus right now.

I would have to get a chair.

But, sometimes, I'm just lazy.

I opened the refrigerator door, stepped up on the inside bottom shelf, and
reached open the freezer door where we keep our Pretentious Roast. I could see
it there, in front, next to the icemaker, and among popsicles, frozen chicken
and assorted meats and Jennifer's bottle of Stoli.

I made a grab - got it - and fell back.

The freezer door was swinging shut, and I caught myself and landed, like a
cat, on my feet. I shut the door to the fridge, and moved to the counter.

And I was considering returning to work. Ugh...just imagining grabbing for the
glasses.

I set the coffee on the edge of the counter and wriggled and pushed my body up
to a sitting position on the edge of the counter.

I felt really small.

The sink was near me, so I rinsed the pot and filled it with water - 12 cups,
pretty heavy, I noticed. I messed with the gold filter, and poured in a bunch
of coffee. Poured the water into the reservoir of the Mr. Stupid Way Up On The
Counter Coffee, and flicked it on.

While I was on the counter I thought of putting the food away. Probably a good
idea, even though I resented having to fumble in my own kitchen.

I pushed at some of the cartons, moving them closer to the edge of the
counter. I would have no problem reaching them from the floor, I figured. So I
turned to drop down - and landed flat on my ass, knocking down and breaking a
glass I didn't even see!

"Ow!"

"Fuck!"

My two favorite interjections.

I sat up, sprawled out on the floor, hands behind me. The tile was cold, and I
felt it on my ass, which hurt. Now, not only was I recently shrunken man, but
I was becoming a klutz as well.

Great.

"Eddie? Are you okay?" Jennifer called from the living room, now awake.

Now, my attempts at being stealthy were exposed.

"Yeah..I fell."

I could here her moving, and heard her footsteps.

"I'm fine." I yelled out.

I started to get up and Jennifer made her way in.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah, I'm okay." I got up, and felt Jennifer's arms curling around me, as
she bent to help me.

"Eddie..."

I moved to hug her, instinctively, seeking relief and compassion and giving my
assurance that I was okay.

I had heard somewhere that when a plane goes down, the FAA seeks to retrieve
the pilot transmission recorder, known as "The Black Box". Invariably, it is
rumored, in most domestic American plane crashes and disasters, the pilot's
summary ends with two words which convey the sudden shock and rush of despair.

As I looked up into Jennifer's face I saw her shock and horror. She was no
delicate flower, but seemed filled with fright -awe and surprise and fear
beamed in her eyes.

I stared at her waist, just below her bikini line. Her now larger body
explained my counter troubles, defined my future indoors, and exalted my own
worst fears.

My life, and my affliction were in the present tense.

Tears welled up in Jennifer's eyes.

I was shrinking.

And I had shrunk even more than the first time, I imagined.

"Eddie...oh my baby...honey..."

My plane was crashing.

"Oh...SHIT!"

13.

I sat, small and cold and wrapped in a flannel shirt that Jennifer

Had grabbed from the closet for me. Her shirt. My world was changing rapidly

And strangely around me, and all I could do was hold the flannel around

Me tightly.

"Hang on, honey ..." Jennifer's voice trailed off.

What was I going to do?

She returned with the dreaded tape measure.

"Jennifer, why..?"

"We need to figure out ... how things are going and maybe figure

out how fast..."

I shook my head to myself.

"C'mon, little man..."

Jennifer was wearing her sweats, and the gray tee that belonged to me.

It hugged her chest tightly, and her nipples poked through as if to

Say, "This shirt used to fit you, and it barely fits Jennifer ... hahahaha!"

Ugh ... the irony.

"C'mon, baby. Let's get this done so we can call the doctor."

"And say WHAT, exactly?" I pouted, and crossed my arms.

Jennifer sighed, and moved onto the chair at my side, dwarfing me. "Well, what
would you like me to say?" She moved her arm around my shoulder.

I gave in and leaned into her body, nestling my head at her armpit.

"I don't know ... "

"Hey, where's the guy I fell in love with? The 'Never Say Die!' man

I want to spend my life with ... "

I pursed my lips for a moment. "I think he's dying; and that's confounding

His call to arms."

"Look, if we can get a doctor to see you, someone, somewhere might be

able to help you. Besides, maybe they'll give you some cool drugs."

"Unless they have a fast-acting growth hormone, I don't want any
pharmaceuticals; I don't need any painkillers, just a ladder."

"Well maybe you can get a prescription for Home Depot."

"Ha! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Jennifer hugged me and kissed the top of my head, stroking my hair,

The way I often done for her when she was feeling low ... so to speak.

"Come on now. Once more unto the breach, dear friends ... "

She moved up from the chair, and faced me, dangling the tape to the floor,

Smirking.

"You seem awfully happy about your new chore." I started sliding forward.

"Oh, baby, it's no chore. It's my pleasure."

"I don't like the sound of that." I said, stopping for a moment.

Jennifer giggled. "You want some incentive? Here, you can have these

When I'm done with the tape ... " She lifted her top and shook her boobs,

Laughing.

I found myself becoming aroused and moved forward, her breasts jiggling

At me, looking so much larger. As I stood up, I realized how true that

Was for me now.

Jennifer stood before me, her waist above my eyes, her breasts so large above,

They blocked my view of her face, as she shook them. I wanted to grab them,

But thought better of it. I suddenly felt puny- tiny and weak- in front of
her.

She pulled her shirt down. "Now let's go ... " and walked to the wall.

It was a longer walk for me, I realized. And not a pleasant one.

"Should I put on some music?" she asked, absent-mindedly, almost demurely.

I just shook my head and smiled. "What on Earth for? Is there anything

Appropriate for this humiliation?"

She gazed down at me. Her eyes twinkled and narrowed. "Well you're 'Mr.
Music';

Is there a 'Love Theme from The Incredible Shrinking Man' or something?"

"Cute. But I don't think so ... maybe a dirge of some kind."

She hesitated. "How about 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'?"

I stared at her crotch, and then up. "Nice. How about the opening of 'Bridge
Over Troubled Water'?"

She thought for a moment. "Oh, I get it. 'When you're lonely, feeling small
... ', right? Well, you're not going to be lonely no matter how small you get
... I mean, are."

"Uh-huh. Thanks. You think I could get any smaller? Better play,

'Heaven's Trail'."

"Which one is that?"

I moved to the wall, turned and put my back against it, my flannel shirt

Tails touching the floor. "Tesla. It's the one that goes, 'There's no way out,
no way out ... of this living Hell ... "

"Too grim. How about we just play some Rick James?"

She stood in front of me, bent down and drew up the tape quickly. Her boobs

Grazed my head as she stood over me.

"Two-ten" she announced, and stood up straight.

"I am a GIANT next to you, little man!"

"Not funny. Not now. I just can't believe it ... I mean ... " I trailed off.

Jennifer held her ground, trying to tempt me.

I sighed and held my breath for a moment. What in the world was happening to
me? And why? What could I possibly do, and what would happen to me over the
next few days or weeks ... .or less? Life, day-to-day, was uncertain.

But when isn't it?

Maybe I would console myself with that for the time being.

What more could I do?

Jennifer was looking down, smiling

As her hair fell about her face, her complexion seemed to darken.

I looked up at her, at my giant girlfriend. Good lord, I was a midget ...

Or a dwarf. Or whichever.

Jennifer kept her pose, smirked, and patted my head, letting the tape drop to
the floor.

I could take no more. "Okay, why Rick James?"

She stood up and pulled her top over her head, her breasts bouncing free,

Pink nipples pointing out above me. I stood in awe.

Jennifer slipped her sweats over her hips revealing her pussy to my wondering
eyes.

She moved forward, glistening with wetness, and moved a hand behind my head,

Gently moving me closer. I could smell her musk and feel the wisps of hair
tickle my face ...

Despite my new size and bewilderment over my situation, I found myself

Instinctively reaching my small hands up behind her thighs and over her plump

Buttocks, now pulling myself into her, face first. It was an exhilarating
feeling. I was hard now, and wanted her more than ever, desperately and with
reckless abandon given my preposterous shrinking.

As her lips moved over my face, Jennifer cooed softly to herself.

"She's a Superfreak, Superfreak ... she's super-freaky.."

You and me both, honey.

"We can call the doctors tomorrow ... .I want to play with you for a while ...
"

Jennifer smiled. And, somehow, I knew that whatever lay ahead wouldn't be as
frightening...

The End