The Rise of Natasha
By Horuvex
jrja@mail.ru
February 2005

Natasha tossed her hair and glanced over the cubical at John while he quickly averted his gaze. She smiled inside but maintained her impassive exterior. She didn't know him, but his guy just kept checking her out. She left after a while, but several weeks later when she confronted him and asked his name in the library one day, he told her. Then he awkwardly asked her out. That was how they had met, through his adoring gaze.

John had immediately noticed her longer than usual thighs under the cubical and her thick head of big loopy brown curls that covered her neck and shoulders. The ordinarily petite women around him seemed to pale in comparison to her curvy frame. She had large breasts pushing against her white shirt, and a full ass under her light blue jeans. She was by no means fat, but she wasn't' a bone rack. Her weight and muscle was beautifully set on her young body of at least 5'11". John had had several fantasies about her and he loved the idea of a woman who could nearly match his 6'1" and strength.

The first few dates had gone well, they had gotten along well after she had passed John's initial shyness. She had carefully extracted him from his shell, but he had never tried to make a move, and finally Natasha had done it, had softly kissed his cheek. It wasn't long before they were often kissing, and more. After months of dating Natasha and John had become close. But Natasha found she missed John's fascination and the nervous nature he had worshiped her with his eyes when they first met. She liked it when she intimidated him. In the bedroom she had learned he liked it too, he always enjoyed her on top, and had told her he enjoyed her tallness, the way her long legs and torso moved.

So when the company had asked her to participate in an experiment while she had been away at a conference in Eastern Europe, she had accepted it. They told her they had been experimenting with gene therapy and thought they had produced a unique growth and athletic supplement for women based on the mixed genes of several obscure ocean dwelling plants and animals.

For the first few weeks she had noticed nothing different. Though eventually one night after they had made love and John lay beside her panting, he looked over at her and furrowed his brow. "That was incredible. Have you been working out?"

She had been working out, but she suspected more as well. "Yeah, you seem lighter lover."

He laughed with her, but she noticed he seemed to be looking at her with a new curiosity. John felt like she had exerted extra force when she had been on top of him, she had seemed particularly forceful with her hips.

The next day as they were making breakfast together she came up behind him in the kitchen and had thrilled herself by noticing they were the same height! Blowing into his ear she laughed as he turned around and found her eye to eye with him. He smiled and she kissed him softly. John broke the kiss. "This experiment is definitely working Natasha, it's amazing!"

She smiled back, "Yes it is. I like being the same height has you."

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Two weeks later she had been steadily growing and now towered over John at a full 6'6" tall. He had found her increasingly impressive presence in the home sexy. When they hugged now he found his pelvis pushing against her lower pelvis. But he began to ask her when it was supposed to stop. She always brushed his concerns aside with a mirthful joke about it.

But when she hit 6'10" he began to feel nervous. She had still insisted on sex, though he was starting to now feel more than just attraction toward her, he felt slightly inadequate. The last time they had made love, his kisses had begun on her neck as he had had to tip toe to do so. When they had settled into the bed she had ridden him hard, but he had failed to feel the usual effect in her. When she had came her back had arched her back and he lay looking up at her tight abs clenching as she shuddered in pleasure. He put a hand on her thigh and tried to squirm out from under her ass when she had flexed and held him there. She reached down and stroked his head and his concerns seemed to dissolve in her affection.

But only three days later she measured in at 7'4", all curves and strong muscles. The last time they had fucked she had seemed to visibly firm up and grow heavier atop him. He had tried so hard, pounding into her, but when she came he found he still hadn't. She hadn't even seemed to notice in her pleasure. She was just so damned big. he was fascinated and yet getting freaked out at her height. This was crazy. She was ducking through doors and he found himself talking to her eye-level chest all too often these days. One evening he come over to her house and she greeted him with just a small thong, a tight top, and the biggest heels he had ever seen on.

She towers over him in her 9 feet ceilinged house. John was speechless. Her big shiny brown curls brushed his face and she had laughed softly. "You look so small, my god."

John heard the door close, she had pushed it closed behind his head. Leaning against it over him she spread her feet apart and leaned over, looking down. "Hey there little guy." She smiled with a soft twinkle in her eye.

John's mouth went dry and he swallowed in her stare. She continued, "I love this, I love being so strong. Come on, I want to try something." She led him by the hand to the living room and he followed her request and sat on the table. She moved close and brushed his hair aside. Then she put one hand under his ass and like in the movies supported him against the table as she pushed his pelvis to her. She unzipped his pants roughly and John realized she wanted to hold him like this while she fucked him. She wanted to control the whole act, ravage him. He wanted to try this but what would this do to his dwindling ego? He felt her pubic hair against his crotch and inner thighs as she pulled down her panty and brought him to her, she was so big. She began to push on his lower back as he sank into her warmth. She felt his small member in her and grunted as she shoved him harder into her. He gasped against her breast as she pushed him, his balls mashing against her labia. "Natasha, please, be more gentle." He caressed her arm.

She smiled softly and then bit her lip at his request. It turned her on so bad that HE was asking her to be gentle with him. He whispered and blushed as she continued coitus with him, "My balls are getting smashed."

Reaching back and under her ass she she felt him, he was right. She took her two fingers and manipulated him. "What are you doing?" He whispered and then shuddered roughly in surprise. "Oh my god. No Natasha, how did you...?"

She smiled, "Shhh..." She had pushed his sack right inside her! I felt her wetness lapping up against the crooks of his legs. She began to fuck him hard and he was reduced to gasping and clinging to her in a desperate attempt to keep up. She came wetly on him. He could feel it running down his leg, making him sticky. That was when she had undone her top and lowered her prodigious breast to his mouth.

John put a hand to her blue veined but creamy pale breast and stared for a moment at the big nub of the erect nipple and the dark aureola. She was still pounding him against the table and her breast moved with each thrust. She breathed roughly in annoyance, "Suck it!"

John quickly obeyed her desperate demand. He cautiously opened his mouth and took the large nipple in. When he did she have a hard shove and he winced in pain as she bashed his body against the table, he heard it creak and split. He felt a tangy liquid begin to flood his mouth in forceful spurts as he sucked. "Holy shit." He thought, "She's lactating. Was this supposed to happen with the experiment??"

When John tried to pull back he found her hand holding him firmly in place, "Suck harder John, take away the pressure." He did, he sucked and sucked. It was so much, when he had finished the second breast he was stuffed and she finally pulled off him, having been sated for now. He lay back on the splintered table and panted and he heard her do the same as she lay back on the wall. John suddenly began to feel funny, like some chemical was in him. He sat up and looked over at Natasha. She smiled softly at him and he said, "I feel weird."

She arched her eyebrows and he continued, "I think your milk... oh man."

"What?" She asked, standing up straight and looking at him curiously.

John looked up at her and felt something in him changing. She seemed so powerful, and he looked at her wet crotch, he wanted to be inside her again. He wanted it bad. "It's like I want to fuck again. I want your pussy so bad."

She laughed and put her hands on her hips, "Oh? Well I've had enough for tonight boy-toy."

John blushed and licked the sweet taste of her milk on his lips then he began to shiver slightly. She stroked his soft hair and watched him, "Are you cold?"

John nodded and hugged himself. God, something really wasn't right. He got down and stood before her. He began to notice her wet vagina, lurid in its size and swollen state, and so very warm. So safe. He shook his head to clear the weird thoughts in his mind. "I think that gene therapy is having a side effect on me through your milk."

Natasha leaned down putting her hands on her knees and looked at him concerned. He had goose-bumps all over his body and then he began to seem smaller. She knew she was big but John looked so puny. Then she saw it, his watch was lose on his wrist. She put her hand over her mouth in shock. John asked, "What's wrong?"

She looked at him with her big brown eyes and looked over his whole body. "You're shrinking John!"

John realized she was right, in her heels he found that her ribs were now rising over his head when she stood back up straight, a small trail of milk had run down one breast over her stomach. She smiled softly for a moment, in mirth. He didn't smile, he was too busy looking at his hands in surprise. Natasha looked down at the little man in front of her and went to the oversized sofa she had bought, "Come here John." She patted her lap.

John eagerly crawled into her lap with her assistance. He sat on her thigh and suggested she contact the people of the experiment. Natasha lied and agreed, inside she didn't want to end this. She like being tall and strong and she like how erotic their relationship had become. She didn't give a fuck any more, she wanted him to keep looking at her like this, to be over him, so powerful.

He eventually dozed off while Natasha sat in the room thinking, she eventually worked herself back into a feverish state of arousal. She felt so damned sexy when he looked at her, when she towered over his little frame. She was in control of everything now. Natasha put her arm next to John and between her legs. She slid her hand under he red satin thong and began to pleasure herself gently, trying not to wake him.

John woke up to a strange rocking and a soft moan. His eyes fluttered open to find her big bosom heaving across his vision field, he sat in stunned silence as she masturbated. John leaned over suddenly and began to touch her too when she started in shock. He went to the floor, guided by her hand and began to lean over, eating her as she insistently pushed herself into his face. the strange desires he had felt before had faded mostly and when she shoved hard on his head he squirmed in reaction, trying to stop. Natasha was confused by this change and just shoved harder. She could feel is little tongue in her, his face spreading her lips. When she finally climaxed she let him stagger back, he seemed annoyed, "Natasha, be more gentle! You nearly suffocated me!"

She waved her hand, "Oh calm down."

John felt mad that she was treating this so lightly. "You're to strong and big to do this now, you have to be more gentle!"

"Or what John?" Her voice had taken on a soft seriousness and she arched her eyebrows, looking directly at him.

"What's this? Are you trying to intimidate me into rough sex Natasha?"

She slowly stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Trying? I'm tired of your lip. Just shut up and treat me like you used to, like you should. Fuck, I wanted more then and I want more now."

"W-What do you mean?" John felt a swelling nervous feeling in him as he looked up at her haughty expression.

She smiled darkly and nodded imitating him, "W-What do you mean?" She spoke in a sultry voice. "I loved that nervousness, but it isn't enough John, we've gone too far now. I want you to fucking worship me!"

John stepped back from her but she just closed the distance and stamped her heel down hard, shuttering the windows loudly. "What's the problem Johnny?! You like big dominant women don't you?"

John was terrified. She was looking at him with a hard stare and he knew she could easily out run him, she pointed down at him accusingly. "You're so little, so pathetic. You want it but then you don't.!" She screamed in curt short bursts, "BOW DOWN TO ME!"

John cringed and crumpled to his knees between her ankles. The was a short moment of silence. He could hear her breathing above him. A soft drop from her landed on his back, he knew it was probably what he though it was. She was probably touching herself.

Natasha was touching herself as she looked down at his little surrendered form. Finally... finally he was being submissive. She wanted him smaller though... she wanted him to tremble in absolute awe at her. She wanted him to believe she was his Goddess. She reached down and grabbed his hand and roughly yanked him and pushed him into her closet, locking it. John sat in the pitch black trying to focus on what had just happened, on what was happening to his life.

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She let him out the next day for meals and made him do humiliating things like crawl around. She had him kiss her ankles and feet and then pushed him back in the closet for night. This went on for at least a week in varying ways. Eventually she sat down with him one evening and like always, watched him eat and subtly mocked him. She give him his drink, milk in a cup and made him drink it while sitting on the floor under the table. He downed it eagerly after the meal, in which she had made it obvious she could easily out-eat him. As he drank he watched her foot rise up to brush his knee casually and heard her take her own drink of wine. She had told him he was too "little for big people's drinks".

After downing the glass John sat there in the shade of the table and began to feel that familiar feeling. He shouted in surprise, "Natasha why?!"

He heard her sigh and she crossed her legs, he saw her panties flash under the black skirt. He saw her hose tops and the garter holding them up. She finally talked, "John I'm only making things easier for you. I know how hard this is for you."

John was confused, "Easier?"

She smiled though he couldn't see and licked her lips slowly, thinking of what was going to happen to him soon. She had tried to hold out, but she couldn't take it anymore, she wanted him smaller so bad. She spread her legs unconsciously and leaned down to look under the table. John watched her legs reveal the shiny white of her panties between her legs when her face appeared. "So much easier."

John began to shrink. He watched the table legs get taller around him. Jumping to his feet he scurried out from under the table. Her hand grabbed his shirt; he still smelled of her sex. "Hey," She chided him gently. "You know I want to watch this."

He felt her eyes on him as he got smaller. Finally she stood, her belly button at the same height as his forehead. He could see the soft indentation of it under the soft cotton top she wore. She was so tall... John knew he wasn't THAT short. She was just so big. Though if this happened again things could get bad. Natasha laughed happily. "Much better!"

She put her hand on his head and moved it to her tummy. "Such a big boy you are!"

"Ha ha" John retorted sarcastically.

Natasha walked forward and he stumbled back ash she shoved him. "It IS funny isn't it?" She snidely spoke down at him.

John didn't yield, "Stop it Natasha."

She moaned softly and then John watched... as she grew. "Oh... oh god. It's happening to me."

"Oh Fuck."

She kicked off her high heels and soon was back to the height they had boosted her to. Her muscular smooth thighs towered on either side of John as she looked down at him. She felt a rush of power and pounded the wall; it vibrated against John's back. "Fuck is right! I'm so fucking more big than you John."

Natasha reached down in her enjoyable rise and lifted her tight skirt up her thighs. Peeling it up, she revealed her curvaceous legs and ran her fingers over them and up, tugging until she revealed her wet panty. John felt that familiar feeling, he stared at her pussy in desire. It was more than desire though, the gene therapy was making him want to be IN her in a way that burned weird in him. He leaned over and pushed his finger under her panty and felt her lips. Natasha grinned and looked down, it was all working like she had expected. She felt his little finger slip inside her and bite her lip in pleasure. She let him explore and slowly but surely felt his whole hand in her. Then she began to fuck his arm.

John was fascinated the way her pussy took his hand, but he was shocked when she thrust forward, pushing some of his arm up inside. Ramming him against the wall she fucked his appendage with abandon. John leaned down and licked her lips and clit and she moved harder, slamming him against the wall. She moaned and he lost any control of the situation. She felt her vagina shudder and cum on his arm and she smiled at the sweet feeling of an early orgasm.

John pulled out of her and felt dirty, she coated so much of him already. He was glad she had stopped in some ways. But he was wrong, She leaned over and lifting him she carried him to the living room and lay down on the floor. John had never been carried so easily as an adult and he felt the true extend of her power as she moved him.

She lay back and spread her knees. "I want you to fuck me John. Fuck me one last time."

John moved closer and settled down onto her. "Last time?"

She made a soft sound of sympathy and then said, "Soon you'll find you won't be much good at this anymore." John felt her hand on his ass urging him. He sank his member into her and she pressed her soft thighs against him briefly, as if in threat. John felt her wait and he bucked into her as hard as he could. She closed her eyes and let him, finally after a good while she opened them and rolled them. She lifted her ass, and John and then helped him. She came hard against him again. She led him to her nipple and he pulled back, sitting between her legs. Her smooth calves were thicker than his arms and she closed her legs, dragging him back. She grabbed his body and hissed, "Suck."

John slowly licked her nipple and then she pressed him down, forcing him to suck from her. The milk began, thick, rich, and hot. He swallowed it quickly as he could, over and over. She let him gasp for breath. "Natasha please." John shivered and shrank slowly. Natasha sat up to watch as he flopped back onto his ass. She looked at him intently. He knew she loved this part. Standing he found himself eye to eye with her as she sat. She smiled in delight and grabbed his arm. "Come on John."

He knew what she wanted. She squeezed more to encompass his shrinking arm as she once again grew taller than him, even while sitting. He kneeled and she moaned. Looking up after a moment he screamed, "It's not stopping!"

Natasha leaned over and said nothing, licking her lips when he stood, still holding him. She huskily spoke after he found himself at shoulder height with her sitting frame. "Oh my god, you're so unbelievably small, so delicate." She slowly licked his neck and John felt her tongue push his head slightly to the left with its pressure. It was rough at wet. Her breath was hot. She brought out her tongue again, it was glistening. She licked his cheek. "Oh... oh yes. Yes I want you in me again."

John strangely felt the same, but he denied it. She was watching his doll like frame in horny fixed staring. She scooted closer as he slowed to a stop between her thighs. Her breasts hung in front of him. Her belly button reached his mid thigh. John sighed in relief and she slumped her shoulders. She reached down and tapped his back. "Come on John... worship me."

"Natasha please help me-"

"Shut up!" She snapped, her face leaning down, big locks of hair slapping my face. She cooled down again. "Worship your new Goddess."

John trembled and Natasha smiled slightly watching him, feeding on his fear and confusion. "Do it..."

John shook his head and she growled softly. She squeezed her breast softly ejecting a spray of white milk on to his face. John felt the hot liquid spatter over him and blinked, she was trying to make him smaller! He backed up... into her hand. He rolled out of it and felt milk spatter his back, warm and creamy. John screamed in horror when he turned to see her belly button collecting milk at his own face level. "Okay Okay! I'm sorry. Goddess!" He collapsed to his knees in front of her looking down.

He felt the world swirling softly and heard a wet noise, it was repetitive. He peeked up to see her big fingers plunging inside of herself and rubbing herself. There was a wall of dark brown tangled hair in front of him rising from just above the crack of her ass cheeks. Now he was occasionally being misted by cum. John heard her shout as she slammed the floor with a fist, "Pray to me!"

The small earth quake rumbled under his feet and John did indeed begin to mutter prayers to her. She spread her lips with two fingers and revealed her dark pink insides. Natasha watched the little tiny man and a got an evil idea. Everything in her body was screaming for that evil evil idea. She gasped in ragged gasps as she thought about it. She flicked out her middle finger and put it behind his ass as he bowed, pulling it back she forced the top third of his little body inside her spread lips. She shivered roughly and screamed in pleasure as John wiggled back ward out of her. His face looked in awe and horrified. She reached down with her other hand and shoved his feet inside her. This time when he tried to get out she contracted her muscles around his little body.

John struggled wildly to get out of her hungry vagina but when she squeezed he found himself being sucked deeper to his waist. "No Natasha, you'll kill me!"

She ignored his small pleas, beyond caring. She arched her back and scratched her thighs as she squeezed her muscles again, drawing him deeper yet. John squirmed as her lips gripped him up to his rubs. He pushed and managed to squeeze his way and slip out a bit again. She looked down and slammed the floor again in haughty rage. "No! You are mine!"

John watched her lips curl back from her teeth and felt as her muscles rippled, drawing him back to his ribs. He panicked and squirmed back out a bit but she was too fast this time and he saw her ass cheeks clench as she pulled him to his nipples. He squirmed wildly making her moan in pleasure as he pushed out of her slippery slit to his waist. She gasped and he saw her mover her hands over him.

Natasha fumed in anger, considering just shoving the little brat inside her. She said, "You can't win John. You can't fight me forever. I'm bigger, I'm stronger, I'm smarter, I'm better than you in every way. you can't fight a Goddess. I could just shove you in.

John heard her mocking tones and his spirit began to crumble. Her labia clenched and he sunk to his nipples again. He sighed and her her pussy swallowed him to his neck. Natasha giggled in anticipation. She was doing it! He was going all the way inside. She blew him a soft kiss and grinned in hungry horny pleasure as she clenched her muscles. John's head disappeared and she watched his arms sink slowly. He was gone.

John could still see outside Natasha, but her juices were making it hard to breath. He squirmed in a final desperate attempt to free himself, his hand gripped her clit and she screamed. John was pulled deeper yet and watched her lips, oozing with cum, seal closed. Blackness covered him and he felt himself being drawn deeper. Strangely he was still alive. As her body absorbed him. He merged with her and she began to use him, to sustain her eternal height and power. When she finally absorbed his mind, he spasmed in shock as he was completely made into a part of her. Natasha moaned as endless waves of pleasure swept through her nearly eight foot body. Her boyfriend John was with her forever. She was a Goddess to him, his entire world. It was perfect.