Jack's Curse
By Stewy



When I came to I was on my back, laying on the carpet of a living room floor.
I blinked my eyes and sat up onto my elbows, feeling groggy. I turned to my
right to see a small pyramid built from building blocks, with a scattered pile
of unused ones to the side. Each one was a different color and had different
letters on them. The TV was on and it was playing an episode of the Road
Runner and Wile E. Coyote was in the process of getting smashed by a giant
boulder.

This was not my house. This was some kind of apartment with no visible
windows. I had no idea what time it was or where I was.

*Pithoo* *Pithoo* *Pithoo* spat the road runner as it stuck out it's tongue at
the pancaked coyote.

I shook my head and looked down to see myself in a white t-shirt and a pair of
overalls. Judging by the size of the TV, I couldn't have been more then a foot
and a half tall, the size of a toddler.

*TSssssss* a sizzling sound came from behind me.

I turned to see my wife ironing laundry on a laundry board, apparently keeping
an eye on me. She was wearing a pink 50's style homemaker's dress that had 3
large black buttons running down the middle. It looked like something Donna
Reed would wear. She had a white apron around her waste and was humming a
happy tune as she ironed a pair of miniature tighty whities. She folded them
up and went on to the next pair of underwear, a pair of light gray underwear
with red elastic around the edge and little red firetrucks all over them.

As I looked her body up and down, I could see that she had indeed grown. Her
chest had grown to an F-cup, straining the form fitting material of her dress
that exposed just a light hint of cleavage. Her waist was beyond trim for a
woman with such a large chest. Her proportions seemed beyond fantasy. She
looked like a woman from a comic book swelled out of proportion.

I watched intently as my wife finished ironing the clothes and picked the
stack of them off the laundry board. She bent over and placed them in the
laundry basket, giving me the first view of her newly enlarged hips and the
bulging swells of her bottem. I once again scanned the room, feeling like I
was stuck in a dream. There were plastic tubs filled with action figures and
various toys along the wall.

"A... Ashley?" I said with my hand scratching my head.

"Oh sweetie, you're awake." she chirped perkily, lifting the laundry basket up
and setting it on the kitchen counter.

I sat up and watched as her huge form walked across the living room. She sat
down on her knees with her back pointed up perfectly straight. Her chest was
thrust out proudly and she folded her hands in her lap. Her face looked more
beautiful then I had ever remembered it. Her hair was pulled back and done up
in a tight bun. Her lips looked so fat and plush it seemed as though she had
gotten lip implants.

"Ashley... How did I... get... so small?" I asked, still feeling groggy and
tired.

"Oh honey," she looked down at me concernedly, "You've always been this small
ever since your accident at the lab."

"Are you feeling ok?" she asked, placing the back of her hand on my forehead.

"God it's huge." I thought as I felt her touch me. "What accident?" I
wondered.

"Oh yeah, of course." I lied. "I still feel half asleep honey, could you
remind me?"

"You mean t tell me you don't remember how you got so small that I had to sell
the company and retire so I could take care of you?" she asked, sounding both
amused and suprised.

"I'm just feeling a bit out of it is all sweetie." I said, rubbing my forehead
with my hand.

"You just need a good healthy breakfest." she said in a motherly sort of way,
standing up to her full height and walking into the kitchen.

"C'mon, I'll make you some toast." she said warmly.

I wasn't even as tall as her knees as I craned my neck up to watch her
gigantic hips sway from side to side as she sauntered into the kitchen, her
stride covering the ground at 4 times the speed of mine. She stood by a high
chair that seemed like the eifal tower in my perspective and waited for my
tiny body to approach.

"Ummmm. That's ok honey. I think I'll eat in the living room." I told her
calmly, stopping to a halt and backing up the moment I saw the high chair that
had a buckling strap and a baby blue tray on it. Apparently my wife hadn't
heard me.

Ashley's giant legs approached me, bending at the knees to lower herself to
the ground. Her hands slid under my armpits and hoisted me up against her as
if I was weightless. With an arm under my butt and another on my back she held
me up against her giant right breast. I felt it's roundness press against
almost my entire body, from my shoulders to my ankles.

"Does baby want mommy to put him in the high chair?" she asked, her tone of
voice sounding like she was speaking to an infant.

".....No thank you." I said politely, feeling sensations of awe, fear, and
deep arousal.

Ashley tickled my chin in a familiar way as she smiled down at me lovingly.
She set me back down on the ground, thankfully before my penis began poking
into her enormous boob. I ran back into the living room and sat in front of
the TV, wrapping my arms around my knees as my erection rose between my legs.

"Principle Langen in a string Bikini. Principle Langen in a string Bikini." my
mind chanted in attempt to will away the burgeoning erection caused by my
wife's bodily contact.

Try as I might, my mind simply couldn't let go the sensational feeling of her
big soft breast that had just pressed against me. My erection stood straight
up between my legs, as stiff as metal. I focused my eyes on the TV, watching
an anvil fall on the coyote's head. Minutes passed and still I was stiff as a
board.

I heard the toaster pop and the refridgerator door open and close. Then a
drawer of silverware was opened. I heard the scraping of a butterknife against
toasted bread. Ashley walked merrily towards me with a happy smile, carrying a
plate and a cup. I hugged my knees closer to my chest, hiding my throbbing
erection from Ashley's sight as she approached.

Ashley kneeled down and placed the plate and cup on the ground next to me. I
saw that the cup was one of those sippy cups with a red top and a nozzle on it
to keep it from spilling.

"Now you can eat out here sweetie, but only if you don't spill anything or
make a mess ok?" she told me, laying down the rules of the house before
standing up and walking back into the kitchen.

I felt humiliated as I sat there looking at the red sippy cup on the carpet in
front of me. Her words were so demeaning. What gave her the right to talk to
me like that?

"I'm not a baby." my mind reinforced.

I glanced back toward the kitchen to see if my wife was watching me, as if I
was kid checking for prying eyes before swiping a candy bar. My lips curled
into a defiant half-frown as I reached for the sippy cup and began pealing off
the lid. The damned thing was really sealed on tight. I was quickly realizing
I didn't exactly have the muscle power I had when I was 5'8". I tugged with
all my might and still it wouldn't budge. I pressed it up to my chest and gave
it one final effort, applying every ounce of strength I had.

*POP* the cap popped open loudly and rocketed against my chin, smacking
against me with pain inflicting force. Nearly the entire cup of Milk ejected
from the cup. The small portion of milk that lifted against gravity the
highest splashed gently against my chin and neck, while nearly all of it was
pulled down by gravity onto my crotch, soaking my overalls. The liquid felt
icey cold against my skin through my clothes.

"I SAW that." called Ashley frustratedly.

I turned and squeeked as I saw Ashley's huge body approaching me with a roll
of paper towels. I once again clenched my knees to my chest. Ashley kneeled
down next to me and tore off a paper towel. She bunched it in her hands and
gave it a lick with her tongue before leaning in towards me.

"Stop it Ashley. I can clean it up myself. I'm not a child." I said, pushing
my hand up to block the approaching paper towel.

Ashley patiently withdrew, folding her hands in her apron covered lap.

"No?" she said as she looked me up and down in appraising skepticism. "Well
you certainly aren't any bigger than one."

"I'm a grown-up damnit." I said, defending myself.

"No Jack. I'M the grown up." she said firmly, arching her back and thrusting
out her chest, emphasizing her more than full bust.

I swallowed audibly.

"You're the little baby that needs his mommy to take care of him." she cooed
like she was talking to an infant.

"I suppose you think you can change those wet overalls by yourself? Hrmmm?"
she said, pursing her lips and arching an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah I can!" I said defiantly.

Ashley cracked a wry grin and seemed to be amused by me.

"Ok sweetie. Go ahead then. Your clothes are in the laundry basket up there on
the kitchen counter." she said with a smile.

I got up and puffed out my chest, walking towards the kitchen, my
semi-erection pushing out at my pants. When I got underneath the counter and
looked up, it seemed to be 16 feet high in my perspective. Realizing my task
was entirely futile, I turned back into the living room to see my wife on her
hands and knees, scrubbing at the milk in the carpet. Her butt was thrust
upward and out, wobbling gently side to side as she scrubbed. I gawked at her
body and the way it moved. I felt myself once again stiffening in my overalls.

Ashley glanced over her shoulder and saw me staring at her. I was startled,
but didn't move. She cracked a wry grin and began to slowly shake her hips
from side to side, wiggling her butt purposefully in the air. My boner was as
stiff as a board. I covered it with my hands and began to run around the
kitchen counter, looking for a way up to the laundry basket, but it was
hopeless.

I rounded the kitchen counter back towards the living room and saw the pink
material of my wife's dress before me, her feet were covered in white socks
and one of them was tapping against the floor. I craned my neck up and up and
up to see my wife had her arms crossed underneath her chest. She leaned over
and put her hands on her knees.

"Is baby ready to have his mommy take care of everything for him?" she cooed
in that childish voice.

My lip curled with annoyance. "... Yes..." I said faintly.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes." she said, grabbing the laundry
basket and walking into the living room.

I followed the sway of her hips, trailing behind as she bent over and placed
the basket on the floor, taking a pair of underwear, a red collared shirt with
a crocodile on it, and a pair of blue shorts out of the basket as she sat on
her knees.

"Ok Ashley, thanks for getting my clothes. I'll take it from here." I told
her.

"Gosh, WHAT has gotten into you today? You have just been the fussiest little
boy." she said disapprovingly.

Ashley hands unvelcroed my tiny shoes and began to tug at them, lifting my
legs and causing me to fall onto my butt. She tugged off my shoes and slid
closer to me, leaning over me to unbuckle my overalls. The swells of her bust
had stolen my attention as they loomed so closely above. I had trouble
acknowledging the entirety their full size, staring up at them in disbelief.

I felt my overalls fall down my upper body before my pant legs began being
tugged at.

"No Ashley. I can undress myself. Cut it out." I whined.

"Shhhhhh." she shooshed, pushing a finger to my lips. "If you don't stop
misbehaving, I'll have to put you in my lap and spank your little tushy." she
told me.

"What? Are you serious?" I asked, feeling aggravated and humiliated. Ashley's
eyes looked at me sternly, letting me know that she was.

Ashley reached up and unbuttoned one of the black buttons on her dress.

"What... What are you doing?" I asked, a hint of panic entering my voice.

"This will calm you down." she said sweetly, unbuttoning another button and
pulling the material of her dress back to expose her economy size white lacey
bra.

What would have been the largest breasts I had ever seen at my old size and
height were now presented to me in full. Each one seemed to be approaching the
size of my entire miniature sized body. Ashley was right about me calming
down. All of my fidgeting and whining came to a crashing halt as I stared
transfixed into the long dark line of cleavage between her big soft breasts.

"There we go." she cooed down at me.

Soon my overalls were off and I sat against the carpet in a white t-shirt and
a pair of wet tighty whities that were unfortunately transparent due to the
fact that they were soaked through. My full erection stretched the white
material and was more than clearly visible. I didn't really care too much
about anything that was happening. I just sat in almost a trance as I stared
at my wife's breasts.

"Up!" she called out as she gripped my shirt. I lifted my arms up and it slid
up and off, momentarily blocking my view of my wife's burgeoning bust. I
gasped as the back of my wife's hand accidently brushed against my turgid
member, sending a tingling sensation of pleasure down my spine. She slipped
her fingers underneath the elastic band of my underwear and began pulling at
them. The elastic band lifted my erection up and up until it slipped over it,
causing my erection to flop against my belly with a soft *thwap*. Ashley
tugged the wet underwear off my legs.

I sat with my hands behind me, palms flat on the floor, naked as could be as
my wife reached into the laundry basket and pulled out a small hand towel. It
slid up my legs and began drying off my skin. My breathing quickened as I felt
the soft towel work gently at my thighs and crotch.

"See, that's not so bad is it?" she coddled gently, reading the pleasure on my
face.

"You really like having your big wife take care of you don't you?" she told
me, knowing my thoughts.

Ashley stood up and walked back into the kitchen, leaving me in my nakedness
on the floor. I heard cabinets opening and closing, a bottle's top being
opened and closed, and then the sink ran for a minute or so. I looked around
quizically, curious as to why she hadn't finished dressing me. I took the
opportunity to lean over and begin dressing myself. Just as I reached for the
underwear, I heard her coming back and instantly returned to my seated
position. My wife was carrying a bucket that seemed to be half full of water.

"Now." she said, kneeling back down next to me and patting my towel covered
erection.

"Let me show you what mommy does to good little boys." she cooed, reaching
into the laundry basket and pulling out a soft cotten hankerchief.

"Wuh... What are you doing? What's with the bucket?" I asked, feeling uneasy.

"More suprises?" I wondered.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten what a messy boy you've been since your
accident." she told me.

"Excuse me?" I said out loud, having no clue what she was talking about.

My wife just shook her head and rolled her eyes, draping the hankerchief on my
turgid member and wrapping it around before folding it over, forming a
makeshift clothed condom.

My wife's huge bra lowered down inches above my crotch as she gripped my small
erection with her thumb, index, and middle finger. I began to moan as she slid
her fingers gently up and down. The pleasure was quite intense.

"Mommy makes good little boys VERY happy." she cooed in that infantile voice.

"Very very happy. Yeah." she coddled, pumping me gently with her fingers.

My orgasm came with a suprising quickness.

*SPLOOP!* my cock made a loud noise of liquid gooping out.

I was shocked when I looked down to see a stream of semen as long as my torso
stream out of the hankerchief and draw a line of goo up to my chest.

"That's a lot of cum." I thought to myself. Apparently I had no idea, because
the 2nd shot was even worse.

*SPLOOP!* the vision in my right eye was went black as a bullet of cum
rocketed the hankerchief into my eye socket.

*PPPPbbbbb* my lips pursed and spat, spitting my lips to avoid having the cum
on my face go between my lips.

"Oh my God!" I cried out loud, thanking god that Ashley aimed my dick upwards
in between her tits to catch the rest of it. She continued to milk it gently
with her fingers as it squirted load after load of hot syrupy cum all over
her.

Ashley smiled and laughed at me as the cum coated her entire chest and
splattered onto her neck and chin. At this point I was beyond suprised. I was
disgusted at the amount of semen that I was ejecting. It would have been far
too much even for a fully grown male.

"Where is it all coming from?" my mind pondered, feeling I didn't have enough
space in my body to contain such a huge mass of fluid.

"Woh ho ho." she laughed. "That was a BIG one." she squeeled with delight,
staring down at my penis lovingly getting her jollies from attempting to coax
out a few more globs onto her massive tits. I felt her breasts just bairly
brush against my crotch and dick as she finished me off, causing my dick to
give her one final twitch.

"OHhhh." I sighed in pleasure, causing Ashley to look up at me with a warm
smile.

I felt entirely weak and robbed of all my strength as I lay there naked on the
floor. I lightly squirmed against the carpet and felt a wet sponge slid up my
torso and wipe the long line of cum up off me. Then I heard it slosh into the
bucket before returning to my face, wiping off my face with it's soapy
contents. I looked down to see my wife dump the sponge back into the bucket
and wring it out before sliding it between my legs, scrubbing me with
determination.

Soon my wife toweled me off and I felt clean as a whistle. Then I watched as
she passed the sponge across her chin and neck, squeezing out soapy water all
over her chest. She dipped the sponge and began sponging her breasts, causing
her bra to soak through and become transparent. The shiny swells of her
breasts began to glisten and reflect the overhead light. She put down the
sponge and slid her fingers over her breasts, checking to make sure she had
gotten all of my sticky goo off. Satisfied, she got up and carried the bucket
into the kitchen.

Ashley returned immediately and grabbed a pair of scooby doo briefs and slid
my feet into them, working them up to my crotch. Once they were fastened in
place, she gave my crotch a gentle pat before grabbing a pair of loose soft
blue shorts and sliding them on.

"Up!" she called out. I raised my arms up though they felt so heavy. She slid
a red colored shirt with a small crocodile logo down onto me and worked it
down with practiced ease. I felt so tired. So very very tired. As I gave a big
yawn, Ashley scrunched her face, apparently finding it very cute.

Ashley picked up the towel and dried herself off as she stood up and walked
down a hallway. She returned in a just a few minutes wearing a white silk robe
that was tied with a sash. It only went halfway down her thighs and her full
curvy legs looked incredible with her womanly stride.

As she kneeled down beside me, I stared unabashedly between her legs as her
robe pulled up at her thighs, showing off her white silk panties she had on
underneath. Her legs were incredible. They looked so thick and soft.

I felt Ashley's hands snaked underneath my weakened body and lift me up to her
chest, resting my head in the crook of her left arm.

"A... Ashley..." I tried to speak, but my sleepiness was causing me to drift.

"Shhhhhhh.... Shhhhh..." she silenced me, bouncing me gently in her arms as
she walked across the room and sat on the couch. My head bounced gently
against her breast as she coddled me and cooed sweet words down at me.

"I... so tired..." I said before yawning widely.

"Awwwwwwwwwww. hehe." she cooed.

"It's ok sweety, you just go right to sleep. Mommy's here to keep you safe.
She's so warm, so soft." she cooed.

"Yeah..." I said meekly, my eyelids growing heavier by the moment.

The flesh of my wife's body felt softer and more comfortable then anything I
had ever felt in my life.

"So... Soft..." I managed to say before giving one last yawn as my wife's
gentle bouncing against her breast put me out.

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