Hopeless Jack - Part 8 By Stewy I woke up in the large expanse of the bed Ashley had left me in. The cloth beneath me felt silky and smooth as I roused from my sleep. I looked down to see that all I had on was a white pair of Scooby Doo underwear with blue borders. I looked around to see if I had any access to clothes, but the dresser drawers were too high for me to reach. I slid out of bed and pushed open the already partially opened door, walking down the hall towards the light coming from the kitchen. I was treated to a view of my wife who was still wearing her pink cotten shirt with a heart on it, but was now sporting a white pair of jean short shorts. She was bending over slightly and fishing through the refridgerator. She pulled out a bottle of wine and stood back up to check the label. When she closed the refridgerator door, she noticed me walking down the hall with messed up hair and marks on my body from where I slept on the sheets. "Well hello there little guy. How was your nap?" she asked sweetly as she put her hands on her knees and leaned downwards towards me with a bright smile. At this point I was fully aware of what Ashley was capable of doing to my miniature sized body. Seeing her actually made me feel timid and intimidated. Her warm greeting and pursed red lips reminded me of the reason I had been knocked out for the past 3 hours. "Good... I guess." I replied, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. "Well you're just in time for dinner." she announced, standing back up and walking over to the dinner table. Rebecca was already seated and was spooning some steamy soup into her mouth. My wife opened the bottle of wine and leaned over to pour Rebecca a glass. She poured another glass into a glass by her seat and placed the bottle down on the table. She turned back to me and scooped me up with her hands and placed me in the high chair that I had cowered away from before when I had spotted it, buckling me firmly in place. "Nice undies Jack." commented Rebecca as she slurped her soup. I scowled at her and looked up at my wife. "Honey, could I have some clothes please?" I asked in the most polite manner possible, giving her my best puppy dog eyes. Ashley messed up my hair even worse with her hands. "Awwww, why do you need clothes sweety? You look so cute!" she declared. "I'm cold." I lied. Ashley just scrunched her face at me and gave me a tight lipped smile before walking into the kitchen and shortly returning. *Shhluurp* Rebecca slurped her soup loudly. *Thunk* a jar of Gerber's baby food was placed down on the tray in front of me. My eyes widened with fear as a bib was draped down my front and tied behind me by my wife. "No Ashley. No. I want real food." I told her. Rebecca glanced over at me with amusement. Ashley lifted up the jar of baby food and twisted it open, placing a tiny spoon on the tray next to the open jar. I squirmed in my chair. "Honey? Sweetie?" I pleaded, attempting to get her attention. "Oh stop being so fussy Jack. I think real food might be too dangerous for you. You could choke on it." she told me. *Shhllluurp* Rebecca slurped her soup. "It's SOUP Ashley." I growled. Rebecca began to chuckle. "I know but still." she said. "I KNOW how to eat honey." I told her, anger welling up in my voice. "Good," she chirped, "Then show me how." she encouraged me, spooning a little bit of baby food and holding it up to my lips. I turned my head to the side and held my lips as tightly shut as they would go. The spoon lifted away from me, floating higher above me. "Here comes the airplane!" she announced before beginning to buzz her lips together, imitating an airplane as she lowered the spoon towards my face. I was furious with my wife. It was so damn embaressing with Rebecca cracking up every moment as she watched us. The spoon tried to force its way between my lips, but ended up just smearing baby food on my lips. I began spitting at it between my tight lips. *PBbbbb* I spat. My wife sighed before she leaned over and picked up a napkin, dabbing it with her tongue before wiping my lips and face with it, cleaning off the spilt baby food. "Please Ashley, stop it. This is so humiliating." I pleaded. "Now sweetie," she began sternly, "Sooner or later you're going to have to learn to eat what's good for you." she told me. "I think you just need a little encouragement." she informed me, bracing her hands against my chair and lowering her chest towards me. I immediately braced myself for my wife's attempt to "persuade" me into eating the baby food. I wasn't going to have it. The huge heart strewn across her chest loomed closer and closer. You could make out the outline of my wife's nipples through her extremely tight pink T-shirt. "Nooo, I just want some real food!" I cried loudly as her breasts fell closer and closer, stopping to rest inches away from my face. I had to plaster my back against the chair to avoid touching them. "No!" I yelped, my body constantly pushing myself backward against the chair. "Tell me what a good little boy you're going to be." she commanded just as sweetly. I just couldn't give in. I would rather do anything than eat baby food. I sat silent. I saw my wife's nipples harden through her shirt before her breasts urged ever so slightly foreward, brushing my face faintly through the cotten of her shirt. "Stop it Ashley. Not in front of Rebecca please!" I urged her. "Awwwww, baby's getting embaressed." she cooed like she was talking to a toddler as she urged forward further still, pressing her bosom gently into my face. I felt something growing in my tiny pair of underwear. "Now tell me what a GOOD little boy you're going to be Jack." she commanded more firmly. "I WON'T EAT BABY FOOD!" I cried into her bosom, my voice muffled. I felt my wife's huge hand press onto the back of my head and push me forward into her. My head was positively swallowed by her tit flesh as I was forced between her heaving breasts that rose and fell with her breaths. "Hmmm Hmmm." I felt my wife's body vibrate slightly as she hummed a light chuckle of approval. "Mrfff!" I cried, attempting to say "Stop." At this point I couldn't relent even if I wanted to. Her flesh was beginning to smother me and breathing became increasingly difficult as she twisted her chest from side to side. Then she relented, pulling back slightly so that I was once again staring at her heavy chest that was resting inches away. I was panting for breath, my little chest expanding and contracting. "Now is baby going to eat his food?" she asked in a sweet a baby doll voice. I shook my head no and once again my wife descended upon me, mashing her flesh into my face and engulfing me. I struggled to find a good position to breath, turning my head and sliding her flesh across me, but it was rather useless, there was too much of her. She relented again. "Is baby going to eat his food?" she repeated with the same tone. I shooke my head once again and she lowered her breast onto my head, this time she stabbed my face with it a few times before bouncing it onto my head. She twisted her chest from side to side and rubbed it across my face before plastering me into her cleavage in full. My erection was so hard I was afraid I might wet my pants right then and there in front of Rebecca. "FINE! FINE!" I yelled into her flesh. My wife pulled back. "There's a good boy." she cooed like she was talking to an infant as she pinched my cheeks. My hair was sticking upward in every which way direction. My face was bright red, as was the rest of my body. My erection was threatening to burst out of my tiny scooby doo undies and I felt extremely pathetic. Rebecca was positively thrilled, cracking up at the other side of the table. Rebecca didn't seem to notice when I gave her a deathly cringe, opening my mouth with extreme reluctance as a spoon of baby food entered my mouth. It didn't taste bad at all, but that wasn't the point. "Here comes the airplane!" Ashley announced, buzzing her lips as her spoon flew in towards me again. "This was it." I thought to myself. "I've passed the point of no return." I felt like there was nothing my wife couldn't make me do. I was just to damn small and at her mercy. I felt more helpless then I had ever been in my entire life. A little bit of baby food dribbled down my chin and onto my bib and my wife quickly assaulted me with her napkin. Rebecca watched with rapt silent attention. I thanked the heavens above when I saw the jar was empty. "Good boy." my wife cooed as she touseled my messed up hair and took off my bib. Thankfully being spoon fed by my wife was unnerving enough to reduce the swelling in my undies. "May I be excused?" I asked politely, eager to get out of this damn stupid chair. "Of course." chirped my wife, unbuckling me and setting me down on the ground. I trotted into the living room and stretched onto the balls of my feet to turn on the TV. "You want me to put in a movie for you sweetie?" called my wife's voice from the table, where she and Rebecca were finishing dinner and sipping wine. "Ok." I answered. I stepped back from the TV stand and admired the view of my wife's thick curvey legs as she bent over and selected a movie for me. I walked over to the couch and wanted to get up onto it, but it was so tall and the edges were rounded. I jumped up onto it, but kept sliding off. Finally with a stupendous effort, I gripped the leather material and scaled up it, seating myself in the middle, my arms feeling tired from what felt like a small workout. I heard a DVD case being popped open as the TV played. "Smaller." I heard a female's voice whisper. I immediately gripped the couch beneath me, fear pulsing through my body. "Smaller." it repeated. "NOOoooooo!" I screamed in my head. "I can't afford to get any smaller!" I cried internally, twisting my body side to side in a panic that I knew wouldn't help. "The new Takahishi MP3 player really IS smaller." said the woman's voice, perking up on the TV commercial. My jaw dropped and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw an attractive Japanese woman displaying a tiny MP3 player in her hand on the television. It felt like somebody had tossed me off a 20 story building only to have my body fall into a giant fluffy airbag. My heart calmed down and my body relaxed. The TV switched to a blue screen. Then it switched to a Federal warning as my wife stood up. "There we go." she announced, trotting back to the dinner table. I heard spoons clanking against bowls coming from the dinner table. The couch was mighty comfortable and I was excited to have the chance to relax by myself. The previews passed quickly and soon I discovered the movie that was playing, "Honey I shrunk the kids!" The movie didn't exactly put me at ease, though I still found it more entertaining then that crappy Herby movie my wife put in last time. The women finished their dinner and walked into the living room. Rebecca seated her large body next to mine on the couch. Shortly after Ashley sat on my other side. I defenitely felt incredibly tiny next to their incredibly huge sexy exposed legs. Rebecca crossed her muscular legs dreamily as my wife lifted me gently into her lap. I felt the smooth skin of her thighs slide underneath me as I was rested against her abdomen. The women kept taking long sips of wine from their glasses as the movie played. "Can I try holding him Ashley?" asked Rebecca kindly. I cringed and bent downward, attempting to look up at my wife's face, but her breasts were way too big. "Ok, just be really gentle." she told her handing me over to her. "Oh I will." Rebecca reassured. Rebecca held me in her lap and I frowned over at my wife, who smiled at my reaction and leaned over to tickle my chin. Rebecca's body was much less soft and more muscular and firm than my wife's. I felt Rebecca's fingertips graze down my arms, as if testing their texture. She did the same thing on my chest, like she was experimenting with something she had never seen before. I had to admit her touch felt very nice against my hairless body. A hand pushed me gently to one side, resting my butt on the top of Rebecca's right thigh, right where it met her hip. She began bouncing her calf on the floor below, lightly jostling me up and down playfully. I looked over at Ashley, who didn't seem to mind Rebecca holding me like this at all. On the contrary, she apparently found the sight rather appealing because she turned her legs up onto the couch and lay across it on her stomach. Her breasts squashed into the couch through her pink shirt as her smiling face loomed right next to me. My wife grabbed my hand in her fingers and wiggled it around. "Awwww look at my little baby sitting in Rebecca's lap. He looks sooo cute." she coddled like she was talking to an infant. Ashley wiggled my legs a bit before her finger tickled my package through my underwear briefly. I slapped her finger away. I felt Rebecca's huge thigh shake underneath me as she chuckled. "Ok Rebecca, time's up." called Ashley, swooping me out of her lap and coddling me to her chest. The feeling of my face chest, crotch, and upper legs being squashed into her boobs seemed to give me a hard-on almost instantly. I felt rising penis poke into her boob flesh, which gave way and allowed it to rise to full salute against her. "Smaller?" whispered a woman's voice. I squeezed my arms around my wife's breast and clenched her tightly. My whole body froze and braced for the curse to have its way with me. Any second now I expected my wife's breasts to grow against my body. "My my. Somebody likes being hugged." announced my wife softly, squeezing me more firmly against her as she sat on the couch. "You've shrunk them smaller? How much smaller?" asked Rick Moranis's wife in the movie "Honey I shrunk the kids," that was still playing on the TV. I once sighed with relief, relaxing my grip against my wife as I realized the voice came from the movie. "Holy crap I'm paranoid." I thought to myself. I leveled with myself, realizing I had every right to be. My wife seemed content coddling me to her chest as sat on the couch and watched the movie. I wasn't about to complain. I was kept in a constant state of arousal. My wife's nipples were certainly quite hard, and they were visibly poking at her pink shirt. My wife seemed to know exactly how much strength to use with me. Despite her titanic size in comparison to me, she was ever so gentle and the feeling of her soft palm under my butt held my body to her with tender care. As she coddled me to her bosom, my body slid gently across her skin and I felt my arousal building and building. "Ashley..." I whispered quietly, trying to keep Rebecca from hearing. My wife didn't hear me and stared intently at the movie. "Ashley." I said in a whisper that was a bit louder. Still she didn't hear me, my orgasm was rapidly approaching. I decided to grab the soft cotten material of her shirt and give it a tug with my tiny hands to get her attention. "Ashley?" I repeated. "I'm..." my arousal was causing my words to come out through gasping pants as my dick began to twitch gently. My tug on her shirt managed to get her attention and she looked down at me with her big beautiful brown eyes. "What is it sweetie?" she breathed warmly. "I... I..." I tried to tell her, but it was too late. My dick began spewing fluid onto her shirt through my Scooby Doo underwear. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed in a motherly tone. Ashley stood up from the couch and hugged me more tightly against her, attempting to keep me squirting into her shirt and not all over the room. She succeeded partially, only that the increased tightness of her hug added to my pleasure, enhancing my orgasm and causing me to spew forth my seed with more enthusiasm. I was rushed to the hall bathroom as quickly as possible. Somehow a spear of semen squirted upward and globbed onto her nose, dangling from the tip. I expected her to be upset, but she just laughed merrily, as it if was a humorous thing to have happened. The bathroom door opened and closed behind us and Ashley stepped forward onto the pink fuzzy oval carpet resting in the middle of the tile floor. I wimpered and whined into her flesh. "Ok ok. It's ok. Get it all out." she calmed me with a soothing tone, hugging me into her flesh as I continued to spasm and twitch against her. My hips finally stopped twitching though my pleasure continued. My orgasm ended, but my balls were buzzing with an immense relaxed pleasure. My wife lifted me from her chest and rested me on the edge of the sink. Ashley gave a hearty laugh as she backed up and looked at her shirt. It was completely drenched with goo. Some of my seed was dribbling down her neck. I felt my wife's hand slide up my thigh consolingly, sending tingling sensations into my body. "I'm sorry honey." she said apologetically. "I didn't know." "It's... ok." I responded weakly, trying to accept her apology though my mind was thinking of other things. I was contemplating how my wife had just accidently given me such a tremendous orgasm. The fact that she had done that to me unintentionally made me feel so pathetic. My wife grabbed the bottem of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head, exposing her enormous naked breasts to me that glistened with semen. "I guess I'll have to wash this. hehe." she chuckled, throwing her soiled shirt into the tub. Ashley's breasts wobbled gently as she turned back to me. Her chest lowered right in front of me and her boobs pressed together as she reached her arms around me to turn on the water of the sink. She pulled up the stopper to stop the water from draining and the sink began to fill with warm water. My body was starting to feel very weak and tired like it always does after I blow my disgustingly huge load. "Let's get you cleaned up first." she announced, her hands tugged off my undies and pushed me into the warm water. The sink was rather large and was more than big enough to form a tub for my body. My wife once again reached around me to turn the sink's water off. I heard the sound of my wife splotching soft soap into her hands. Her giant hands lifted in front of me and began to lather themselves up with soap. I watched her slippery hands slide acrossing one another, their fingers entwining and causing squishing sounds to emerge. Then they were upon me. Ashley's slippery hands covered my small body with ease. She rubbed her palms against me and slid her fists up and down my arms like she was jacking off a long penis. She did the same thing to my legs. Her slippery touch felt incredible. The warm water didn't help my sleepiness and I began to feel myself daze. "Ashley... I'm," I interupted myself with a big yawn, "getting real sleepy." My wife scrunched her face at me the same way she always did when she saw me yawn. "I know sweetie, it's ok. I'll finish cleaning you. You just go right to sleep." she said warmly. "O...k..." I said slowly, my eyelids dropping over my eyes and lifting back up slightly before dropping again. I felt my body getting lifted out of the tub into the cool air before a big soft warm towel wrapped around my body. I was completely covered by the towel's pink cotteny softness and made me feel warm and safe as I felt myself being carried around the apartment. Suddenly, visions began to flash into my mind. I saw my wife petting me while I rested in her palm, a mere 6 inches tall. I saw Rebecca's giant face looming above me, licking her lips at me hungrily. I saw a vision of my wife holding me between her massive naked breasts as she layed in bed. I saw my wife's giant tongue licking across my body hungrily. The most horrifying vision of all was my new housing situation. I had been moved into a dollhouse that rested on a table in our bedroom. All these visions flashed through my minds eye. But wait... Was I only dreaming?