Jack's Curse By Stewy When I got home, my wife saw the glass cuts on my arm and freaked out. I told her about my accident and she consoled me and treated me like a king. She cooked me dinner and waited on me hand and foot. She was just thankful I hadn't been hurt. I told her all about the crazy old lady I had hit. Even though I assured her it had been my fault, having been distracted by my cell phone, she seemed to latch onto the idea that it was the old lady's fault. I didn't bother telling her about the strange word she had said to me, or her disgusting and disturbing face. I didn't care to discuss the details of the accident as it had already become something I wanted to forget. Later that night, I was handcuffed to the bed as usual, having been stripped naked by my wife. "Honey, I had a rough night, I'm really not in the mood." I complained, tugging on the handcuffs that bound me. "Be quiet and enjoy it." she told me, straddling my thighs from above, peering down at me in sexy revealing nightgown. "But it's just I MRrrfffff..." my mouth was rendered silent as my wife stuffed a hankerchief in it. "There, that's much better." she nodded approvingly, reaching back behind her head to let her hair down, thrusting her chest out proudly. Her silky dark brown hair fell all around her, spilling across her chest and down her back. She put her hands at my sides and leaned down towards me, her soft hair tickled my naked body all over. With her position over me, her nightgown hung down, bairly covering the nipples of those hanging udders of hers. I stared at her naked cleavage, my mouth making muffling noises into my gag. Ashley inched her body upwards, holding those gaping breasts closely above me, giving me something to think about as she glared at me. The looming breasts that obstructed my vision were lifted high above me as my wife sat back on her haunches. Ashley gently slid the tips of her fingers up and down my stiffening shaft, causing it to thicken and point upwards in just under half a minute. I felt her fingers wrap around my length, but she wasn't really squeezing me. It was more like she was just pretending to make a fist, as her fingers were wrapped ever so lightly around me, touching my shaft in a faint tickling touch as she slid her hand up and down me. Her pace was excrutiatingly slow and it felt extremely sensual. I knew that her slow tender touch would not bring me to orgasm. She was tickling my sensative spots with her soft fist to purposefully toy with me. Ashley stared into my face almost the entire time as her soft hands pumped ever so gently up and down me. This went on for at least 20 minutes, and she had me grunting and groaning with sexual frustration. After a half an hour passed, my dick was becoming extremely sensative and her incredibly slow touch that hadn't increased its pace was finally bringing me to orgasm. My breathing was becoming difficult through my nose, but then she relented. My breathing calmed as she looked down at me triumphantly, enjoying her session of toying with me. Then something strange and unexpected occured. Visions began to pour into my mind's eye as I heard voices speaking 5 times any kind of normal rate. I couldn't make out a word of what was being said. I saw a picture of my wife on my bed, straddling some tiny little kid wearing tighty whities, squirming under her touch. I heard a high pitched moan echo through my brain as another image of my wife breast feeding a naked baby. Then I saw myself at the alter with my wife, I wasn't even as tall as her shoulders. Another image of when I first met Ashley zapped into my brain, I was staring at her huge chest, eye level to it as my old friend Carla introduced me to her. Then I saw my wife's gorgeous face floating above me, only it was enormous, 3 times the size of my own as it cracked into that wry grin of hers. All of these images flashed into my mind in a span of time just shy of 2 seconds. I shook my head and attempted to center myself as I once again realized where I was, laying naked, with my chesty wife sitting up and straddling me, eyeing me playfully. I tried to speak but the gag simply muffled all of my words. As if the visions hadn't been strange enough, things got worse. My vision of everything around me began to blur before crisping again. Then it seemed like my sight zoomed in towards my wife like a video camera before slowly unzooming back. And as if that wasn't enough to make me sick, my entire perception began to ripple, undulating the very fabric of matter as if somebody had thrown a pebble into the pond of water that was my vision. As the rippling slowed to a halt, I heard an old raspy voice whisper. "Smaller." the voice sounded snake-like and soft. *Creeeeaaak* something sounded like a large heavy chair being dragged across the floor. I shook my head violently and screamed into my gag, squirming on the bed as my wife seemed to grow above me. Her ass and thighs thickened on top of me, her knees fattening against my sides. The bed seemed to grow along with her, as did the handcuffs that loosened, although still too tight for me to squeeze out of. I gazed in panic, horrer, and awe as my wife's breasts swelled against her nightgown, stretching the fabric tautly against her. It seemed as though she was sucking her stomach in slightly for my benefit, but when she exhaled, it stayed put, a good portion of fat on it had dissolved. The loud sound stopped as suddenly as it had begun. My mind felt like it was about to burst. What had just happened was entirely unnatural. The word that had been whispered was the same word that the old hag said to me just several hours ago. I was panicking on the bed, in my utter state of helplessness. The one thing that boggled my mind is why my wife hadn't seem shocked at all. She seemed to take no note that I had shrunk, and made no motion to ungag me. Then her slow touch returned to me. Causing me to grunt into my gag loudly. "Oh God!" I cried in my mind, squirming and moving my body in attempt to avoid her fingers unsuccessfully. Assaulting me constantly, her eyes were wide with pleasure. My face grew red as breathing became a difficult task through my nose, my chest rising and falling quickly. Sensing my exhaustion by the color of my face, my wife once again mercifully stopped fondling me and sat back up with her hands draped lazily on my stomach. I felt the weight of her body lift up slightly and slide down my legs, settling above my ankles. "MMrrffFfff! MMmmFff!" I cried in my gag. "Would you STOP already? Quit whining my god." she sighed, sounding frustrated. This caused me to relent on my attempts to get her to ungag me. There was nothing I could do but let her have her way with me. I watched as my wife lowered her body back down, her soft silky hair tickling my penis and thighs as her head descended in between my legs. I gasped as I felt her fat lips wrap around one of my balls and suck it into her mouth. The felt so much bigger then they had been before, adding to my pleasure. *MMmm PoP* the sound of one of my balls getting vacuumed and released by her powerful lips. *mmmm PoP* she sucked it into her mouth again. I felt her long clever tongue slip under my balls and juggle them gently before taking my other testicle between her lips and sucking it into her mouth. *Mmmm pop* *mMmm pop* *Mmmmm pop* she mouthed me again and again and again. As I gazed down at her, all I saw was dark brown hair covering my crotch, nothing else. My balls felt hot and wet as she covered them with her suctiony kisses. I felt myself stiffen quickly as she kept at my balls playfully. I saw my wife's hair part around her face as she lifted her head up at me to grin sexily at me, feeling proud of what she could do to my body. Her plush lips parted seductively as she lowered the strap of her nightgown from one shoulder, and then another, sliding it down to expose her newly enhanced, naked, full breasts. She had to be at least an E cup now. Ashley's eye's scanned my face as she slowly descended her chest into my crotch, her eyes wild with excitement. I felt her large orbs envelop my previously large shaft with ease. She swallowed it whole and my head just bairly poked out from between them when she slid me all the way up into her. I gasped, cried, and screamed into my gag as she began lifting and lowering her body in a gentle rythem, mashing her tits together with her hands. Just under a minute later, the tip of my dick began to bubble with semen, white milky fluid began to softly eject and dribble out of my head in a couple of spurts before it completely erupted, rocketing large streams of goo upwards. My fluids impacted with the bottem of my wife's chin before gravity took hold of it and tugged the large amount of liquid down her neck and in between her breasts. The space where my dick slid between her breasts was caked with sticky smooth cum as my dick slid up and down between those fantastic breasts of hers. My spurts calmed and my dick went back to bubbling gently, dribbling out more semen before running out of fluid and twitching against her chest. My wife laid down on top of me, her breasts pressed into my lap against my softening penis. Her face rested against my belly that rose and fell with my heavy breaths which were difficult to draw with my gag. 5 minutes passed with her just lying against me, allowing me the pleasure of feeling her weight against me. Finally she lifted off me, ungagging and uncuffing me, laying down at my side on the bed and petting my hair. "PuuuhH!" I gasped, drawing a big breath of air. "What happened?" I asked, exasperated. "I'm shrinking." My wife giggled, "Yeah, that tends to happen after it squirts like that honey." she laughed. "No, everything's gotten bigger." I cried. "Huh?" she responded, sounding confused. "You look b... bigger." I stuttered, my head scanning the room. "Are you feeling ok honey?" she asked in a motherly way, resting the back of her hand on my forehead to check for a fever. "You are kind of hot." she concluded. "You mean, you didn't see it?" I asked confoundedly. "See what honeY?" She asked sincerely. "You got... I got..." I babbled. "Honey, I think you need a drink of water. That's the last time I put a gag in your mouth, I think maybe you couldn't breath too well." she said matter of factly as she stood up from the bed to go and get me a glass of water. I stood up from the bed, my eyes still frantically scanning the room. I saw our wedding picture in it's frame on the dresser, I dashed over to it and picked it up. To my horrer, I stood next to my wife, the top of my head only as high as her chest, that looked larger then the woman I had married. Her whole body looked different, she looked trimmer and not as round. I gulped as I realized this woman was hotter then the one I had married. "Here you are sweetie." said a soothing voice as I turned around and gazed straight foreward into my wife's heavy chest. My jaw opened slightly and my head tilted as I stared in awe at her gaping neckline. I slowly raised my hand and grabbed the glass of water, taking a swig without taking my eyes off her bulging breasts tightly contained in her nightgown. "I think you need some sleep honey. Why don't we go to bed?" she suggested. Not feeling tired, my wife gently tugged me into bed, allowing me to set my drink on the nightstand next to us. I slid under the covers and my wife sauntered around to the other side, sliding in behind me. I heard a *click* when my wife turned off the lamp that had dimly lit the room. Complete darkness consumed the room as I felt my wife's body slide up against me, her arms folding around me and pressing me into her. I pulled my pillow down slightly and rested my head on it when I felt the mushy weight of my wife's breasts settle on the back of my head, cradling my head in their softness. I listened to her breathing as she quickly fell asleep in a matter of minutes. I lay wide awake, pressed to her by her arm as my mind raced with thoughts. It took me several hours to fall asleep, finally giving in to the soothing rising and falling of my wife's body that expanded and contracted against my body with her breaths. ______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________ As the days passed, I noticed all kinds of changes in my life. All my clothes fit me perfectly as though I had been 4'6 my entire life. My wife treated me differently, she was taking care of more things for me, always cooking for me, helping me get dressed, etc... I felt more insignificant at my new height and wasn't very excited for vacation to end. A week later, winterbreak was over. I had to return to my job as a 12th grade math teacher, and my wife to her office job downtown. I woke up to find my wife already fully dressed in her office clothes, wearing a long black skirt, white button down shirt, and a matching black overcoat. "Hurry up honey, remember I've gotta give you a ride." she told me. "That's right, I wrecked my car." I remembered. I hopped in the shower and got dressed in a pair of pressed black pants and a white long sleave button down shirt with a maroon tie. My wife handed me some toast with jam she had made for me on our way out the door. I munched it in her car on the way to work. Despite the week I had had to adapt to my new size and my wife's new body, I still found myself not being anywhere near used to it. Everytime I glanced at my wife's enormous rack, I shook my head lightly, not believing what I was seeing. My wife's body was something truely awe inspiring in my diminished perspective. Sitting in the car seat, the top of my head only came up to the bottem of my wife's chin. My wife saw me staring and unbuttoned her jacket, pulling it back for me and pushing her chest forward. With one hand on the stearing wheel, she slid the other over the material covering her breast, accentuating its size with her hand, smiling at me. "They're big aren't they Jack?" she asked, sliding her hand over her breast again, flattening the material against her as she pushed it in below her chest, stretching it against her. "Yeah." I said weakly, as I sat and stared. "I love how they make you stare." she said softly passing her hand over her clothed breast again. I finally snapped my gaze away from her immense chest and looked out the front window at the open road we zoomed down. "Do you want a quick blowjob before work honey? I can pull over." she offered. "Uhhh, no sweetie. That's alright." I said with my voice fluxuating slightly, feeling nervous at her offering and not interested in getting up in front of 20 high school kids with cum stains all over my pants. "Ok." she said sweetly, her hand snaking under my armpit to tickle me with affection. Our car pulled up to the high school and my wife leaned over to give me a peck on the lips before letting me out. I hopped out of the car with my briefcase and wandered towards my classroom. It was my first time teaching since I had lost a bit over a foot in height and I found that my students didn't pay as much respect to me as they had used to. Paper airplanes got thrown, I had to tell them to quiet down more than usual, and less people were paying attention to what I was saying. My second class was even more difficult then the first. They had better manners, but one of my worst students , the blond haired, blue eyed Stacy Brigmond was wearing a very revealing outfit in the front row. Her short black skirt slid up as she sat with those sexy thighs crossed over one another, revealing the flesh on the underside of her thigh on her crossed leg. Her purple tank top was low cut and her D-cups were presented in a push-up wonderbra. I began to feel like she was distracting me on purpose as she dropped her pen more then once, leaning over to pick it up off the floor as I spoke to the class, allowing a clear view down her shirt. Other times when I was answering questions, Stacy would slowly uncross her legs, flashing her white panties at me before crossing them again. I managed to maintain my compusure, but I was thrilled when the class finally ended. Everyone filtered out of the classroom as I sat in my armrestless black rolling chair. I stood up to gather my things when the classroom was almost entirely empty. Then I heard a young woman's voice behind me. "Mr.Carter, I wanted to talk to you about my test grade." she said, sounding upset. I turned around to see her tall body standing closer to me then I would have been comfortable with. Craning my head up over her breasts, I took a step backward away from her. Her perfume wafted into my nose. "Sure, what is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "Well... You gave me a D and I don't think I deserved that." She said matter of factly, staring at me very seriously and frustratedly downward at me. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way. I think that I graded it fairly. I even gave you partial credit on number 3." I told her, trying to let her know I wasn't being unfairly harsh on her. "Tsk." she sighed, "But I tried my best." she chirped with her high pitched voice. "Why can't you be a bit nicer to me?" she asked. I felt a bit awkward at her question. "What do you mean?" I asked quizically. "Is it because you don't like me that you do this to me?" she asked, her body inched towards me. I began feeling uneasy as her body that was much larger then mine approached me. "Not at all Stacy, I just grade the answers and hand them back to you." I said defensively, stepping backward and bumping gently into the black rolling chair behind me. Stacy's body continued to inch forward until her chest was inches away from me, her body towering over me. "I think you're just grumpy Mr.Carter. I think you just need a BIG hug." she chirped. "No." I said firmly as I felt Stacy's smooth hands wrap around my back. I pushed her body away from mine and tried to step backward, but her hands wrapped and squeezed me like a python, my face plastered into her breasts as her body embraced me. "MmmmMrfff. Reett mEehhh Goooo!" I yelled, my voice muffled by her smothering chest as I felt one of her sexy thighs lift up against me, pressing into my crotch. "Theeeere, isn't that better? A nice big hug." she cooed, rubbing me into her chest as her thigh pressed more firmly against me. I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pants. "MMmffff, DDdopp It." I whined, pushing on her with all my might, not being able to budge her. "Now, just change it to an A and I'll let you go. I promise." she said sweetly. "Ahhh Gaaannn Do ddat." I blurted into her boobs. She twisted her torso slightly and smothered me as her thigh began bumping into me, rubbing against my hardening shaft. "Sure you can, nobody would ever find out. Just change it in your grade book." she said simply, her thigh rutting falling into a steady rythem against my now fully stiff shaft. "Reett meeh go!" I cried, this 18 year old high schooler squeezing me against her with ease. "Just say yes. I'll let you go." she said calmly, her thigh moving faster against me. I began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm building and I panicked. I would never forgive myself if I let this blond haired bimbo make me cream my pants. What would I tell my wife? Her thigh pumped and pumped and pumped against me as she held my head pinned against those round breasts of hers. "Roohh Kkkkaaa. Roohh Kaaaa. Arrr do It!" I cried. "PUuaahhh!" I gasped for air as she let me go, causing me to fall backwards into my chair, my hair scuffed, my face burning red. "Go ahead then." she said, crossing her hands behind her back and standing as proudly as a soldier. I looked at her with loathe as I opened my gradebook and changed the numbers. "There. Happy?" I asked angrily. Stacy's large sexy body plopped into my lap side saddle, squashing my dick into my stomach with the sides of her sexy hips and ass. "Thank you Mr.Carter." she chirped, leaning down and kissing my on my forehead before crawling out of my lap and sauntering off, her ass swaying side to side under her skirt as she opened the door and left. I quickly wheeled myself against my desk, hiding my throbbing erection underneath incase anyone walked in. I put my head in my hands and my elbows on the desk, my mind contemplating how I would tell my wife. "Could I even tell her about this?" I pondered. "Oh my god, what if I didn't tell her and she found out?" I contemplated. "That would be even worse." "I have to tell her." I settled. "No matter the consequences." I had expected things in my life to change after shrinking, but sexual harrasment from a high school senior was not something I had anticipated. I hung my head low in shame. "Thank god it was my lunch break." I said to myself, feeling slight relief.