Searching for Sparky by Stewy Don't read this story if you are under 18. Don't read this story if you would be offended by it. Yadda Yadda. Thanks for the kind words everyone, they encourage me to write more. I spent a lot more time on this one and I'm real happy with it so far. This part of my new story is revised and complete, but I've got more in the works. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. My father was always a real hard ass. A really macho guy that happened to be an electrician. Always insisting that I work with him after school, he pushed me to do things I really didn't have the skills to do. I payed dearly one day when my father made me re-wire the main power in some guy I didn't care about's house. When my hands accidently touched the the bare wires, I couldn't let go and if it hadn't been for the guy that lived there getting home at just the right time, I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. I was nearly shocked to death and was sent to the hospital for a month. That was defenitely the most miserable month of my entire life. I could hardly move on account of my muscles being damaged. The doctors told me that they will improve, but never full recover, leaving me significantly weaker. The worst part was defenitely the damage to my pituatary gland. Being in my early teens, I was told I would never grow another inch in my life. They also told me I probably wouldn't get any bigger at all. I was permanently stuck at 4'11" inches, with a body most adults would consider scrawny. I grew bitter at the world and adopted a sarcastic attitude, but for the most part I was afraid of people. They made fun of my height and weight left and right. I always pretended to be used to it, but you never really get used to people treating you like you're inferior. When I graduated high school, I decided to skip college, which ended up being a bad idea. I ended up getting a real crappy job. The years went by and by until I was dead sick of my job as an office boy at this hot shot law firm. I was tired of everyone telling me what to do all the time. I was such a cheapskate though, I managed to save up all my cash and invest over the many miserable years I had to work there. With all my investments and savings, I decided to open up my own bookstore in the city. I investigated the real estate and managed to find a cheap apartment in a complex I could live at temporarily. The first few weeks went great. I liked my apartment, I liked the city, and the opening of my bookstore was a success. I wasn't raking in the cash or anything, but it was defenitely enough to get by, which was all I cared about. I managed to hire a really nice old lady that was a really great employee. Cheryl was her name, she was a doll, always there on time every morining. She was even more punctual then ME. She helped me run the store along with a few other people I hired. I got used to working with her since she frequently opened the store and worked the early early shift with me. The nice part was I usually got home around 3 O'clock. It must have been the 14th day I had been in the city when I met Milton on that sunday. He was a really friendly guy that struck up a conversation with me in the elevator. As it turned out, he only lived a few doors down from me on the same floor. He talked about how much he loved his family and his christian upbringing. I got used to running into him and chatting it up, although he did seem like kind of a... I donno dork? He kind of reminded me of Ned Flanders from the Simpsons. I ran into him the very next day and had another chat with him in the main lobby. He referred to me as "neighbor" and made me feel at ease. It was nice knowing a friendly guy that lived close to me. A lot of the other people that lived around me we're really cold and at best would say "hey," in passing, so I warmed up to Milton. I generally warmed up to anyone that didn't comment on my diminuative size and stature, which as it were, was very few people indeed. That tuesday, I ran into him again outside his door, lugging a bunch of grocery bags. "Hey Milton, how's the wife and kids." I said warmly as I saw him in the hallway unlocking his door. "Mitch! Oh great, I'm making them a big turkey dinner tonight." he informed me enthusiastically, lifting up two plastic bags that seamed full and heavy. "You go Milton." I joked, laughing inwardly at what a harmless fuzzball this guy was. His wife was a lucky woman. "You should come in and chat for a bit." he insisted. "I've always got time for Milton." I said festively. Milton unlocked his door and opened it. I followed him into the kitchen and he began placing things onto the counter, bringing out big pans and other cooking utensils. "So how's life?" asked Milton plainly. "Can't complain I guess." I responded. "Oh, that's good. Everyone I've been talking to lately seems to be so down in the dumps these days, it's good to see someone in decent spirits." he jabbered while he pulled a butterball turkey out of the bag and opened it up. "Yeah well, I just haven't anything seriously bad happen to me in a long time it seems like. Knock on wood." I chattered, knocking my fist on his counter. "Ha! Well, I can't say I haven't been blessed myself." sliding a turkey into the oven as he spoke. "How's that?" I inquired. "Are you kidding? I've got a beautiful wife that loves me, a daughter that's a straight "A" student at St.Junipers, and I like my job." He preened. "I didn't know you had a daughter." "Oh yeah, she must have just gotten back from class a short while ago. Prolly watching one of those reality TV shows in the living room." said Milton. "Hehe." I chuckled, judging his daughter was prolly in her early teens. "I knew I forgot something. The darned potatoes!" he exclaimed, biting his fist. "I've got to run down to the store, but I can't leave my daughter in charge of the turkey, she'll burn it to a crisp." he said distraughtly. "Oh really? Not much of a cook huh?" I asked, trying to ease the tension. "Hehe no, she's even worse then my wife. Oh my god, you wouldn't tell her I said that." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper as a look of worry confounded his face. "No Milton, your secret is safe with me." I responded slowly, using his same whisper as a joke, laughing at how kind hearted and genuine he was. "Jeese you know. I don't mean to put you in a tight spot, but could you stay here and watch the oven while I run down to the store? I really wanna suprise my wife. Please?" He asked nicely. I rolled my eyes back and sighed. "I GUESS I could do that for you." I joked, feigning exasberation. "Great! THanks a bunch Mitch, I owe you one." he spoke as his body was already set in motion towards the door. "Sure sure." I said downplaying myself. It really wasn't a big deal to me. "Go join clarissa in the living room, make yourself at home." he insisted. "CLARISSA! I'M GOING TO THE STORE! MITCH, OUR NEIGHBOR IS HERE TO WATCH THE TURKEY! BE BACK IN A BIT!" He called. "OK DADDY!" I heard a high pitched femenine voice call out. "Thanks again Mitch. Just don't let that turkey burn." he said with a smile, pealing his coat off the coat hanger and heading out the door. I wandered around the house and saw flickering lights coming from a dark open doorway. I stepped in and was taken by the sight that lay before me. Milton's daughter Clarissa was strewn out across the floor on her stomach with a remote control in her hand, and a lollipop in the other. She was not the little girl Milton had made her out to be. As I walked through the room, I gazed down at her body lit by the flickering lights of the TV. Not only was she huge, but she was wearing a catholic school girl's uniform, a plaid blue and green skirt and a white button down blouse. Her ass was glorious as it pushed proudly up into the air through her skirt, which had rode up due to her position on the carpet, exposing the higher parts of her thighs, just a few inches below that incredible butt. My jaw dropped as I drank in her legs with my eyes, they were bent at the knees, her calves and feet bobbing back and forth in the air languily. "Hello there." I said casually as I walked past her towards the couch. Clarissa glanced up at me, pulling her lollipop from her mouth with a *smack*, and gave me a smile. Her face was really cute, especially with those blonde pigtails. "Heya mister." she chirped, putting the lollipop back into her mouth. I sat down on the couch, but I wasn't watching the TV. I was staring at the swells of her ass as her legs bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down, absent mindedly. Milton was right about the reality TV. Clarissa was watching a show where 12 guys and 12 girls were all competing to become the last couple standing on some island resort, there was massively overdone drama involved as the individual contestants were interviewed, expressing their anger with other contestants. *smack* the sound of her lollipop leaving her mouth. St.Junipers must have been a nearby college, by the look of this girl's body, there was no way she was still in high school. I sat there feeling hypnotized, my eyes glued to her butt. Clarissa's right hand reached back and scratched her right thigh and buttcheek with her nails, hiking up her skirt even more, revealing a brief hint of her white satin panties, before her arm swung back around and helped prop her up with her elbows. I glared with contentment, paying zero attention to the TV screen. As her head craned back to look at me, I lifted my gaze to the TV screen. There was no way she didn't catch me staring at her ass. She just looked back at me and smiled, taking a lick of her lollipop. "How come you're so little?" she asked absentmindedly in a high pitched voice, mouthing her lollipop. "How come you're so big?" I replied simply, judging this girl to be approaching 6 feet tall. Clarissa just smiled back and then thrust her ass into the air, giving me a great view up her skirt before she pushed herself up and brushed her legs off. Then she turned and I gulped. This girl was stacked. I could see the outline of her bra through her thin white shirt. She had to be at least a double D. Folding her hands behind her lower back, her chest was thrust proudly forward as she began stepping towards the counch, looking directly into my eyes, I stared back curiously. I began to sweat as her body approached and sat down next to me. She put an arm back on the couch behind me. Sitting down, my eyes were even with her chin. She looked down at me with her arm behind me, using her other hand to twirl the lollipop in her mouth by the stick before sliding it out with another *smack*. "You're really cute." she chirped in a high pitched voice, putting her lollipop back into her mouth. "Gee, that's nice of you to say." I said, trying to sound apathetic. I wasn't really wanting to get caught messing around with Milton's daughter, so I was trying to display as little interest as possible. "Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered after sliding the lollipop back out of her mouth with a twirl. "Uhhhh..." I stammered, not being able to think of a witty response. Clarissa leaned in towards my ear, I felt bosom press gently against my arm. "I really like little guys like you." she whispered sexily and softly. "K." I responded, looking back at the TV, thinking this girl might be a little off. Clarissa smiled at my resistance and sat back up against the couch. I saw her body in the corner of my eye as she yawned and slowly stretched her arms up into the air and back behind her. Those heaving breasts of hers thrust out proudly before her. I heard myself swallow, before she finally finished her long languid yawn. As I stared at the TV, I felt her big body's weight adjusting on the couch as she scooted further away from me. "Oh good, right now might be a good time to check on the turkey anyway." I thought. Then the unexpected happened. Clarissa's gorgeous blond pigtailed head descended onto the couch as she lay down, her head draped itself across my lap. I kind of jumped a little, pushing myself further back into the couch, not really knowing how to react. "I'm tired." I heard her say in that high pitched girly voice. She curled up into the fetal position with her head resting on my thighs. I wanted to say something as I squirmed sightly in the couch, not knowing how to react. I couldn't just throw her head off me could I? Then her head turned in my lap, her body turning to lay on her back, her big blue eyes looked up at me with a blank innocent stare, her lollipop being pulled out of her lips that wrapped around it. *Smack* Clarissa's gaze was somehow penetrating, her facial expression entirely blank. I squirmed on the inside as I did my absolute best to hide any reaction I might have. I was keenly aware of her impressive assets that were looming a short distance down the couch and tried my best to block them out of my mind as I began to tell her to get up. "Clarissa... I..." I began when she interrupted me. "You don't mind if I rest here do you?" she cooed sweetly in an innocent little girl's voice. Her red lollipop stained lips pursed in preperation for her lollipop to return. She slid the stick of red hard candy between her lips and twirled it around before pushing it into her mouth and sliding it out, then pushing it in and sliding it out again, mouthing at it with her lips. She pulled the lollipop out with her mouth again with another *smack*. This time her tongue came out and licked the sweet candy off her lips. "Actually..." I began. "Cus I'm sooo tired." she cooed, putting her lollipop back into her mouth and turned her head in my lap, pushing it further in towards my crotch. I felt my semi-hard penis against her cheek and jaw. I was pretty sure she could feel it too. "Ok Clarissa, I've got to check on the Turkey now." I said plainly. What Clarissa did next made me gasp. I heard the smack of her lollipop being pulled from her mouth with her hand before Clarissa's head turned downward so her lips and nose rubbed against my hardening erection. She began to slide her nose across me, in between my legs and mouthed at my semi-erection with her lips through my pants, I felt myself stiffening rapidly. "AhhhhHhhh." I moaned, half in pleasure half in panic, feeling her teeth gently nibble my shaft through the soft material of my pants. I couldn't believe this girl, I'd never sparked this strong of a reaction from a woman, let alone one so beautiful. "Ok ok Ok." I said in panick, standing up and attempting to lift her head out of my lap. She forcefully tried to keep it there, mouthing and nibbled at my crotch, but I managed to push her off and quickly walked out to the kitchen with a huge tent in my pants. I heard her high pitched voice giggling. I walked into the kitchen awkwardly due to the wood I was sporting in my pants, making me waddle slightly. I had to adjust myself in my pants so that my arousal wasn't that obvious and I could walk easier. I opened the oven door and checked the turkey with the thermometer. Then I closed the oven door and turned around. I saw Clarissa's towering body in that christian schoolgirl's outfit in the doorway to the living room, wrapped in the shadows of the dim light with her hand on the wall of the doorway. Her hand slid off the wall as she sauntered towards me, her hips bouncing side to side, causing her skirt to swish and sway and her heavy breasts to bounce gently up and down. Glancing at the frontdoor I thought I might have to bolt. I glanced back at Clarissa, then the frontdoor, Clarissa, frontdoor, Clarissa. As she closed the distance between us I spoke. "Look... uhh Clarissa... I'm not interested ok?" I informed her, brushing her off. This didn't stop her from slowly walking intimidatingly towards me, her pigtails and hair swishing, her blue sparkling eyes gazing through mine deeply. "What the fuck was this hornball's problem?" I thought. "She's got a thing for midgets?" I wondered. Bracing myself to bolt for the door, it swung open on its own accord. Milton entered the room with another couple plastic bags. "Ah good. Nothing's burning." he chidled, smiling and snorting in a dorky manner. My heart caught in my chest and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Clarissa didn't even break her stride as she sat on a stool on the other side of the kitchen counter. "Watcha making daddy?" pondered the supposed innocent princess that I was now guessing to be 6 feet tall. "Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and cranberry sauce!" He beamed with a huge smile. Instead of laughing at how dorky Milton was, I couldn't get Clarissa off my mind. She seemed to be staring at me with her pinky between her teeth whenever Milton wasn't looking. I defenitely noticed, but did not return her gaze, trying to grab Milton's attention. "So Milton, find everything alright at the store?" I asked, lamely trying to start a conversation. "Oh yeah, I even found Myrtle's favorite cranberry sauce." he beemed, preening with joy. The door opened and slammed shut again. "Honey I'm home." called an older woman's voice laughingly, carrying her purse and wearing formal clothes. "Suprise!" Milton yelled cheerfully. "Heyyyy! You made dinner!" said Myrtle gleefully. I glanced over to see Clarissa was still looking at me with hungry, almost predatory look. "Honey, I want you to meet our neighbor Mitch." he introduced, motioning his hand towards me. "Ohhh, nice to meet you." Myrtle said walking towards me, offering a hand to shake. I stared up at this towering woman and shook her hand with a smile on my face, seeing where Clarissa got her height. "My god you're..." Myrtle began before she stopped herself. "It's ok, you can say it. I'm used to it." I said apathetically. "How short are you?" she asked rudely. "Honey!" Milton interupted, "That's no way to treat our guest." "I'm so sorry," Myrtle apologized, "Please, stay for dinner." she insisted. Glancing back at Clarissa, who sat silently on the counter, I saw a cat-like grin crept across her face. "I... Uhhh..." I began to stammer, contemplating my situation. "He would love to." said Milton, accepting the invitation for me. "S... Sure." I agreed, feeling heavily pressured into it. "I had nowhere to be anyway." I figured. Myrtle went and got changed and me and Milton chit chatted for a while. "Imma go get changed Daddy." said Clarissa in that high pitched voice, giving me one last glance as she walked out of the room. "Ok sweety, it's gonna be about half an hour before dinner's ready." he informed her. "She is such a sweetheart. You know she's got her mother's brains that one. Maybe she'll grow up to be a geneticist like her." he stared wistfully almost towards the ceiling, dreaming of his daughters bright successfulfuture. I just shrugged, not interested in discussing the topic of Milton's daughter. "By the way, sorry about my wife asking that Mitch." he apologized. "Really, it's no biggie." I said, laughing at my accidental pun. Mitch joined in the laughter. "I must get at least 3 comments a day about my height." I informed him. Milton nodded. We continued to chat for a half an hour, talking about our jobs mostly. Milton spoke warmly about how much he loved the people he worked with and his boss, where as I made fun of my ex-boss's silly antics. Milton, who never said a bad thing about anyone seemed to laugh at my words regardless of their playfull negativity. Milton, deeming the dinner ready, pulled it out and began to cut the relatively small turkey. I couldn't believe he had cooked it so fast, yet it still looked delicious. I knew not his techniques, nor did I care. I was more of a chinese take-out kind of guy. "DINNER!" Milton yelled, causing footsteps to stir about the household. I helped Milton carry the lighter plates of food to the long rectangular dinner table. "Where should I sit?" I asked. Milton appointed me the seat in the middle and I sat politely as Milton took his seat at the head of the table. The table was pretty big actually, especially for a man of my size, but I took notice of it's fine smooth craftsmanship as I pulled my chair closer towards the table, the tablecloth sliding over my lap. I began to take a sip of water from my glass when Clarissa sauntered in wearing an outfit that managed to hide very little of her voluptuous body. A pair of white soft short shorts and a bright pink belly shirt that showed a healthy amount of cleavage and offered a view of her taught stomach before she sat down across from me. She was bursting out of that shirt. Nearly spitting out my water, I began coughing having felt some water go down the wrong pipe. I covered my mouth with my hand and gave several big coughs. "Are you ok Mitch?" asked Milton politely. "Oh yeah, just swallowed some down the wrong pipe ya know." I assured him. I saw Clarissa's lips curl into a smile as she sat with her hands in her lap, pressing her bosom gently together with her arms. I was defenitely hard pressed not to stare at those toys of hers. Myrtle came in wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and sat down at the far end of the table. "Ok great, now we can say grace." said Milton warmly. "Would you like to do the honors Mitch?" asked Myrtle. "Sure." I replied, remembering that I was with a religious family. Everyone at the table closed their eyes, folded their hands, and bowed their heads. "Thank you god for the food we are about to eat. We give thanks for..." My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a large soft foot that touched my calf and gently began to rub up against it. "...the... homes we live in..." my words became cluttered and awkward as the foot slid up to my knee and its sole rubbed against the inside of it. "the jobs we work at... the..." I stammered on, stopping to swallow loudly as the foot playfully made fists with its toes and then opened, fists with its toes and then opened again and again as it inched up my thigh. "...t... the..." I began to sweat as the foot began tracing circles with its big toe around my inner thighs, inches away from my manhood that was becoming quite aroused. "Family we l... live with..." I stuttered as the gentle foot continued to tease my upper thighs. "and the p... people" Clarissa's foot slid gently in between my legs, prodding my length with her toes, then wiggling them against me underneath the tablecloth. "...we love. Amen." I finally finished. "Amen!" said all 3 other voices in unison. "You don't have to be so nervous around us Mitch." Myrtle laughed, downplaying the strict religious air. "It was my first time." I lied, feeling Clarissa feet scrunching and wiggling in my crotch. I looked up at her to see her smiling gently at me, while giving attention to her parents when they spoke. I tried to give her a stern eye that said "stop it," but she didn't seem to notice or care. "Well, Clarissa here just had her 3rd day of classes today, didn't you darling?" Milton said. "Yes Daddy." she said politely and innocently in her high pitched voice. "How was it?" he inquired. My prick was now rockhard in my pants as Clarissa's foot pushed it playfully around in my pants before she pressed her sole into it, flattening it against my crotch and lower abdomen and pressing firmly on my balls. "Mmmmm," she said thoughtfully, "It was REALLY hard." she said, lowering her voice making it more throaty, looking at me when she said the words "REALLY hard" while scrunching her toes against the underside of my sensative head. "But I think I can handle it no problem Daddy. I just need to work at it." she said, eyeing me up as the ball of her foot began to slide up and down, pushing my shaft into me and effectively masturbating me in my pants. Milton and Myrtle were listening with their eyes on their plates, completely oblivious. "There, you hear that? What a trooper." Milton began, preening over his prized daughter that was in the process of jacking me off under the table with her big sexy foot. I shook my head at her "NO!" when myrtle and Milton looked at her, begging her to stop. She just returned my look of panic with a satisfied grin as her foot began to move against me even faster. "I tell ya Mitch, when my Clarissa sees something she wants she just GOES for it." Milton assured me proudly. "That's right," added Myrtle, "There's no stopping our pumpkin." they praised. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit." I thought to myself, feeling my orgasm building. In my current state I was more then unable to stand up, everyone one see my raging tent in my pants. Then again, if I backed my chair up, the same thing would happen; the tablecloth would expose me in all my glory. Panic washed over me as my breathing quickened. I couldn't believe that Milton and Myrtle were so damned oblivious about their daughter. Clarissa's foot continued to slide up and down me, stopping to slide her toes down to my balls and wiggle them against me. It took a lot of willpower to sit still and not make a scene. I looked up and saw Clarissa stuffing a forkful of mashedpotatoes into her mouth, sliding the fork out slowly while she stared at me, pursing her lips and then licking them. Her foot continued to wriggle around my ballsack as the conversation picked back up. I was just thrilled nobody was talking to me. I spoke too soon. "So Mitch, your new here and don't know much of the area. Why don't you have my daughter show you around town?" Mitch suggested. "I..." began to stutter, not having an easy time speaking with Milton's sexpot daughter's foot squirming against my balls. "I don't think..." "Yeah why not Mitch?" spoke Clarissa over me sweetly. "It'd be sooo much fun." she chirped innocently like a good little girl. "Have you seen the park Mitch?" asked Myrtle. "No. Can't say I have." grunting out the sentence, thrilled I got out all the words without stuttering. "Oh it's wonderful." beamed Myrtle. "Yeah, Clarissa will take you tomorrow; your very own tour guide. Won't you Clarissa?" asked Milton. "Oh, I'd LOVE to." she beamed, bearing down on me with a huge toothy smile. Once again the ball of her foot slid up and began pressing me into my flesh, sliding up and down, up and down, up and down, up, down, up, down, up, down. "How in the hell are these people THAT stupid." I thought to myself, trying to think about anything but the foot that was pumping my dick, begging for my release. I was sure that other people could hear her skin sliding against the material of my pants, but apparently they really were that thick. Still though, if I erupted in my pants, there would be no explaining it. I would be screwed beyond belief. "I donno." I gasped out, doing my absolute best to keep a straight face. "Oh c'mon Mitch, it's the least we can do to help. She doesn't bite." insisted Milton looking over at me. I shifted my glance to Clarissa who made a sexy biting motion at me, drawing back her lips and snapping her front teeth together. I felt my orgasm lurch, painfully close to the edge. I was fighting it like a champ, squeezing my orgasm back down as hard as I could. Clarissa seemed to sense that I was resisting with all my strength, so she continued her onslaught. "C'mon Mitch, you HAVE to come." she commanded insinuatively as her other foot finally joined in the fun, suprising me entirely by playing with my balls while her other skilled foot increased to a record pace. "O... K..." I stammered, exhaling loudly, letting go of everything as I erupted load after load against the sole of Clarissa's smoth silky foot as it squashed into me and grinded out as much semen as possible. Clarissa's eyes looked into mine with utter delight, Milton and Myrtle just thought she was happy I agreed to let her give me a tour. Relentless, she didn't stop her minstrations against me, I unloaded what felt like a pint of cum into my pants, feeling its warmth ooze down my leg. "There it's settled. I tell you Mitch, it's great to have such a friendly guy as our new neighbor. I think you're going to like this place." said Milton sociably. I looked up at him with a forced smile and a nod. I simply nodded again and again at any conversation, avoiding speaking as much as possible. "This place would be perfect if not for those blasphemous teanagers down the hall. One of them was staring at my daughter in the elevator. That's the kind of thing I just won't tolerate. The moment I caught him doing it I grabbed him by the neck and started..." anger and frustration welled up in his voice to a more than suprising amount. I had no idea Milton could actually get angry till this point. I couldn't believe how suddenly his face turned red. There was a fire in his eyes I hadn't seen as de described picking up the kid to perform his violent act. "AHEM!" Myrtle interupted, "Milton. We have guests." gritted Myrtle through her teeth, as if covering up a secret. I had known there was something wierd about Milton, he was simply too nice. Apparently he had some kind of inner rage problem when it came to guys messing with his daughter, his pride and joy. Clarissa had been eating her food throughout all of this, multitasking with seemingly zero effort. I glanced over at her gaping neckline as my cock kept twitching in my pants. Clarissa bent her arms back behind her chest in a slow relaxed stretch, embelishing my view of her. Eventually my cock stopped spitting and twitching, but that didn't make Clarissa remove her playful feet from me and they continued to fondle me while I deflated. "Right, sorry honey. I just get... you know..." Milton apologized. "I know honey, it's ok." consoled Myrtle. "Well, on that note. I guess I'll start the dishes." said Milton excusing himself. Clarissa's feet were rubbing my wetness through my pants playfully, my orgasm completely waned. "So..." Clarissa began in her high pitched innocent voice, "What is it you do Mitch?" "I own and run Harper's book store." I responded. "Oh wow. Really? That new book store on Walnut avenue?" asked Myrtle, seemingly pleased to hear my upstanding occupation. "Yeah, that's the one." Trying to talk with them was difficult. All I could think about was the huge stain in my pants and what would happen if Milton saw it. Clarissa's feet finally left my lap and began to slowly descend down my legs until they reached my calves and then left me for good this time. I sighed a huge breath of relief and began thinking about only escape. "Any new good books out I should know about?" Myrtle said lamely, obviously interested in books, but I wasn't interested in embelishing her conversation at all. I had to get out of there and fast. I scanned the doorway for Milton and heard him doing dishes, that means he'd be too my right side when I got through the doorway. If I kept myself turned to the side, he wouldn't see my mess. As I spoke with Myrtle, Clarissa was raising her brows at me and winking at me teasingly, as if mocking my situation while she finished her food. "That bitch." I thought to myself. Realizing it would be awkward, I executed the only plan I had while there was still a chance. "Oh my god, I completely forgot about Cheryl." I said in fake despair with my best acting ability. "Who's Cheryl?" Asked Myrtle. "My co-worker, she's going to be furious. I forgot to call her with the numbers. I've gotta run. Thanks for the dinner!" I yelled pretending to be in a furious hurry. I Pushed back my chair and turned my ass towards Myrtle so she couldn't see my soiled pants as I moved to the doorway awkwardly, looking quite strange I'm sure. The moment I went through the doorway, I turned myself ninety degrees to the left, blocking Milton's sight from the front of my pants as I rushed through to the doorway. "Thanks for the dinner Milton, gotta run!" I yelled as I sprinted up to the doorway and began unbolting the deadbolt. "What? Mitch?" He asked confusedly as I opened the shut the door behind me, sprinting down the hall and pulling out my keys to unlock my door. I tried to stuff my keys into the lock, but I dropped them in my anxiety. I picked them back up and dropped them again. I was sweating profusely, my hands shaking. I managed to finally unlock my door. I dashed inside, closed, and locked the door behind me with a great sigh of relief. "That was close." I said under my breath, looking down at the big mess on my pants. ______________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________ The next day at work I kept running the events of the night before in my mind. Things like that just don't happen to me very often. It was like a movie. Although I was pleased to have such good christian neighbors, I was scared of Clarissa, and of Milton too for that matter. They were both a lot bigger then me, seemed to have mental issues, and avoiding them would be tricky seeing as how I was only 2 doors down from them. Milton seemed to like me a lot, which made contact with him even more likely. As I shelved some books, I thought about Clarissa, that vixen. I found myself getting angry thinking about the position she put me in, but also aroused. Pondering the swells of her ass under that skirt in front of the TV, her feet in my lap, I found myself becoming turned on at the thought of her dominating me. I had to change the subject or I'd be walking around the store sporting major wood. Something about that girl freeked me out though, she seemed unbalanced. I'd have to stay away from her for sure. "Oh crap." I said thinking out loud remembering how I had agreed to let her show me around town today after work. Looking at my watch I said "2:30" to myself. Half an hour before I was done for the day. I pondered what time Clarissa got home from class. I could probably sneak into my room and just not answer the door. Or maybe I should wait and go home late? "This is all stupid." I thought to myself. "Look at yourself, scared to go home cus of some 18 year old." I laughed, realizing my situation and suddenly losing most all my fear of going home after work. 3 O'clock hit and I clocked out. "Ok Cheryl, hold the fort down for me." I said on the way out. "You got it boss." replied my trusty employee. I was right, nothing happened. I went up the elevator of the apartment complex, down the hall, and into my room with no trouble. No Clarissa, no Milton. They probably hadn't taken the silly proposal seriously and left me in peace. I put on some pajama pants and a white t-shirt and lounged around my home, reading my favorite author's latest book. It was maybe 15 minutes after I got home that I heard a knock on the door. *knock* *knock* *knock* My heart sank into my stomach and my stomach felt like a ton of bricks. It had to be Clarissa. I looked around the room, but then froze and remained perfectly still. Then my stomach's butterflies got even worse as I realized I hadn't locked the door. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Should I move? Should I get up and lock the door? I would have to." my mind thought. I crawled up out of my chair and stealthed across my room slowly and careful to not make any noise. As I was finally about to reach the door, I saw the doorknob turn and the door swing open, I almost crapped myself at the sight before me. Filling most of the doorway was Clarissa's seemingly collosal body in her school's uniform. That same thin white shirt and blue and green plaid skir that came midway down her thighs. I was eye level with the top of her shoulders and saw first the strap of her black bra and then the rest of its lacey form faintly visible through the material of her button down shirt. Many of the top buttons were undone, causing an eyeful of cleavage to loom just below my vision. I stared straight ahead into the bottem of her smooth neck. The dark brown straps of a mini sized backpack wrapped over her shoulders and under her arms. "Hi there neighbor. Did you miss me?" said that soft high pitched innocent voice that sent a pang of adrenaline through my body. I craned my neck up slightly to see her pearly white teeth as she grinned down at me with a big smile and a joyous look on her eyes as her torso gently rotated from side to side with her hands behind her back, thrusting out her proud chest towards me. I heard my saliva slide down my throat as I swallowed and backed up into my apartment. "H...Hi... Clarissa..." I stuttered, intimidated by this woman's size as she stepped towards me, towering above me. "Wow, you really are tiny." she whispered. "How did you get so small?" she said bluntly, stepping towards me. "P... please... come in." I stammered. She had already entered before I said that. I heard her girly voice giggle at me as she closed the door behind her. "Uhhhhh... So..." I began, backing up further away from her as walked slowly into the room. "You're gonna show me around the... park are you?" I asked meekly, gawking at her chest as her body turned from having closed the door, giving me a gut wrenching side profile of her size. "Nice place you got here Mitch." she announced, ignoring me and looking around the apartment. "Yeah. Thanks." I said, scratching the back of my neck. "It's a bit hot in here though." she announced, raising her hands to ber blouse as she stepped into the kitchen, exploring my apartment. "Is it?" I asked, my knees feeling week. "So, I guess we should be going right? Before it gets dark." I said weakly, suggesting we get on our way. "Hrmmm?" her voice hummed gently, her body turning back towards me, showing me that she had undone a few more buttons on her shirt, exposing the cups of her bra and the material between them as she began to saunter towards me. "God she's big." I thought to myself, feeling intimidating by her mass approaching me. "Did you say something?" she cooed, bringing her body close to me. She seemed to really enjoy standing next to me. It made me feel uncomfortable, scared, but it aroused me in full. I felt myself stiffening as she brought her body so close to me. "I said... We should... get... going right?" I said slowly, backing away from her until my legs hit the back of my couch. Clarissa grinned down at me with a knowing grin, lifting my chin to look up at her. "Gosh, you are sooo small. Look at you." she whispered, her chest a short distance away from my neck, approaching me. I swallowed and began to sweat. "I must look so big to you hrmmm?" she asked in her innocent voice. "Well uhhh... yeah." I said, stating the obvious. "Look at this," she said, stretching her body up to its full height, thrusting her exposed cleavage inches away from the bottem of my chin, "You don't even come up to my chin. haha." she laughed excitedly. I felt Clarissa's hand slide through my brown hair as if she was gently petting a cat. I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pajama pants. "Oh WOW! COOL STEREO!" She said like an excited teanager as she ran over to the stereo by my TV, tossing down her mini backpack and reaching into it to pull out a CD. She quickly stuffed it into my stereo and turned it on. "Careful with that Clarissa. It's expensive." I cautioned. It was like this girl couldn't hear a word I said. It was like I wasn't even there. Some kind of music I wasn't familiar with filled the air. It was an up-tempo dance type music with some kind of tribal drums giving a solid rhythem. I sat down on the couch to hide my hardening member and watched in horrer as her skirt began to sway to the music. Her body began undulating skillfully and sexily as she used her body to move to the music, smiling at me, her look encouraging me to watch. I fidgeted on the couch as she whipped those sexy hips around causing her skirt to lift up occasionally. A few times it whipped high enough to show me a brief glimpse of her black panties that matched her bra. Clarissa knew how to use her body to get a guy's attention. Her chest heaved and bounced with her sexy undulations. I was nearly drooling in my seat and she seemed to really enjoy having me watch her. Having this voloptuous beauty dancing in my living room in a catholic school girl's uniform was more than erotic. I felt myself beginning to really tent in my pants, so I turned and looked away, adjusting in my seat to hide my erection. I felt a huge weight settle on the couch next to me, seeing Clarissa's huge body crawling towards me from the side of my vision. I squirmed in my seat, pressing myself into the corner up against the armrest, unable to stand up lest she see my raging boner. Laying down on her back, her head slid into my lap as it had the night before. I quivered and looked down at her big gorgeous head as it lay on my thighs, looking up at me with a playful smile. She reached up and pulled out her pigtails, letting her hair down as it spilled into my lap. "So..." she breathed sexily, "Wattaya wanna do now Mitch?" she cooed in that innocent high pitched voice. "Clarissa... You shouldn't be doing this." I said through my increasing rate of breathing, which quickened when I felt her head turn in my lap. I looked down at Clarissa who had turned inwardly towards me, her lips faced into my crotch a few inches away from my stiff member. "Let me... up Clarissa." I said, feeling very weak in the knees, not wanting to shove her head away by force. "He likes to talk a lot doesn't he?" she cooed in a baby doll voice, talking to my penis, raising a fingernail to softly tickle it's underside with one gentle stroke. "But we'll just ignore him won't we?" she cooed, pressing her cheek and lips gently against my shaft through my pants so that her plush lips moved against me when she spoke. "Yes we will. Yes we will." turning her head from side to side, rubbing her face and cheeks against me. "Cus I know, you're the one that's really in charge here. Aren't you?" she continued speaking to my dick in that tone of voice, her lips brushing over me as her mouth caused me to stir. I was scared and shaking in my seat, but my dick was throbbing and pulsing with utmost intensity as I felt Clarissa's soft well manicured hands unbutton the fly on my pajama pants and fish through my pants, releasing my male member from it's clothed prison. It twanged up into the air at full attention, this caused Clarissa to give an "OoooOoooo" at it, her lips inches away from it pursed and blew a jet of cool air at it, causing it to twitch. "That's right. I knew I could trust YOU." she said to my throbbing cock in that innocent tone. "Clarissa... Please, stop." I uttered, ashamed at myself for letting this girl nearly half my age torment and tease me to the point of nearly erupting. "Are you ready little guy? Yeah... I know you are." she cooed in that baby doll voice. Clarissa just stared at my penis in awe as her long tongue stretched out from her lips and gave my shaft a long, slow, LICK, giggling at the way it twitched and shook against her tongue, smiling with a huge happy grin. "OooOHhhhH, Look at you shake. You like that don't you?" she continued relentlessly before sticking out her tongue again and giving my shaft another big slow lick, this one even slower then the first. I could hold on no longer, I let go of everything. Sensing my orgasm with proficiency, Clarissa's wet moist lips wrapped around just my head and her tongue lashed out at the sensative underside of it as she sucked on my dick like a straw, encouraging my orgasm. Her tongue kept gently sliding against my head and then sliding back into her mouth, tickling me beyond any orgasm I've ever had as her big lips never let go of my head. I unloaded shot after shot into her mouth which she happily and eagerly swallowed with sighs and moans. "MMmMm... MMmMmm... MMmmmM..." She moaned as she drank my seed like it was the tastiest milkshake she had ever sampled, sliding her lips ever so slightly up and down on the sensative top part of my dick. I was amazed at the amount of stimulation she caused with her lips only working my head and just less than a half an inch underneath it. The change was rapid and unexpected, I felt her lips growing around me, expanding around my penis's head, her head grew in my lap, slowly expanding. I began to panic with her head in my lap as I saw the couch grow around me, my environment slowly expanding. I grabbed her head and tried to push it off but her hands grabbed mine and forced them back onto the couch as her tongue continued coax my orgasm as it gently teased my head dancing side to side. I thought I was going to pass out as she tempted my dick to the point of almost painful orgasm. I was unaware that my dick could spew so much goo in a single orgasm.. I continue to feel her head expand, my lap shrinking and shrinking as I looked down at her body that expanded, filling more of the couch. The already tight material of Clarissa's shirt pulled taut against her body, putting heavy strain on ber buttons, causing a little bit of skin to show between them. Her cleavage swelled as her bra was no longer the right size to contain her ample bosom, pushing up and out, attempting to free themselves from their prison that was now too small. Her hair seemed to lengthen all around my lap, extending and falling all around me, brushing me ever so lightly as it slid over my unclothed arms. Her skirt rode up on her as her lower half joined the rest of her body in its expansion. The swells of her pert ass cheeks inflated under her skirt, lifting it up and exposing more of her tanned creamy upper thighs. "Was I just shrinking? Or was she growing? Or what the fuck?" My brain frantically panicked as my orgasm finally began to wane. Clarissa's lips slid all the way down my shaft. She just stayed like that, forcing me to remain in the wet smooth interior of her mouth for a few minutes while it felt like her tongue was cleaning me of all my semen. My shrinking seemed to slow to a stop as her lips slipped off my dick with an audible smacking noise. Clarissa's head turned on it's back in my lap and she stared up at me with a crooked smile, flashing her teeth at me like an animal, raising a finger to her wet shiney lips coyly. My body felt so damned weak. "What... Have... You... Done?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "What's going on here?" I gasped, my eyes bulging out of my sockets as I took in my surroundings that were very real indeed. I heard Clarissa's voice giggling her high pitched giggle and I looked down to stare at her. Her clothes were defenitely smaller on her, her breasts were bursting out of her bra. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I cursed, pushing her heavy body as far off of me as I could, which wasn't very far as I experienced a new and strange sensation of weakness coursing through my body. I only managed to move her a few inches, but it was enough for me to squeeze between her head and the side of the couch to stand up. I turned around and backed away from her, in a state of utter horrer looking down at her oversized body strewn across the couch just smiling up at the ceiling and changing to a more comfortable position on the couch apathetically, her thighs crossing over one another sexily, causing her skirt to slide down and expose them a bit more. My head panned left and right as I continued to back up, my head spinning frantically looking left and then right, then left, then right. Everything was noticeably bigger and my feet backed into a stack of books, tripping me and making me fall back. I gazed up at the ceiling as everything seemed to move in slow motion. I felt my body lose all balance and go crashing into the floor. My head narrowly missed the wall and I landed on the carpet in the corner of the room, staring up at the painted ceiling in a great deal of pain. "ooohhh shit." I cursed in my daze. As I lay there for a long while, I felt a shadow crawl across me as looming presence blocked the light. Clarissa stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips at the end of my feet, smiling down at me. I drank in her presence with awe. Her huge proportions seemed even more incredible from my perspective on the ground. She said nothing, she just looked down at me with a playful smile, seeming to enjoy herself. "Ugghh." I moaned, feeling myself slowly recover from my fall, still feeling weak. "Same time tomorrow, k?" I heard her chirp, before turning around, her skirt fluttering up to give me another brief glimpse of her panty clad ass. I noticed that her panties were defenitely smaller on her now, stretched more tautly and exposing more of the flesh of her perfect heart shaped bottem that was bigger than its previous size. I felt the vibrations of her heavy footsteps on the carpet as I heard the door open and close. I lay there on the floor for another 5 or 10 minutes, my mind feeling traumatized. ______________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ The next day at work I felt paranoid that everyone would notice my new size, but I was suprised to find it was apparently less obvious than I would have thought. When you're 4'11" and you shrink to 4'5", I guess maybe people still just see you as the exceptionally short person you already were. People still commented, but they didn't put 2 and 2 together outright. My clothes had gotten much baggier on me and didn't fit too well. "Heya boss." said Cheryl behind the counter, having already opened the store. I looked at my watch and realized I was 10 minutes late. "Hey Cheryl, how goes it?" "Oh ok I guess, but I'm having a problem with the ISBN's on the new... say... you look a little different today." she commented. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little sick is all." I responded. "I think maybe I'm losing some weight." "Oh, well... You know what I do, I drink Ginsing tea and have chicken soup whenever I'm feeling a little down and out." informed Cheryl. Cheryl was old fashioned, and a fantastically reliable employee. I tried to avoid contact with her as much as possible throughout that day. "I'm gonna shelve this shipment that came in Cheryl." I let her know. "Oh, ok Mitch." said Cheryl in her old slow voice. I unloaded the box and marvelled at the size of the books, my hands now smaller as they gripped them, handling them less easily. The shelves were higher and I used the ladder more often then I would normally have to. Otherwise it wasn't that much of an issue. It isn't like it was life crippling or anything. All day long I contemplated how the whole thing happened. "People don't just shrink." I said to myself. "And on that note, people don't just grow bigger." I knew there was foulplay involved. Clarissa was up to something. I had to avoid her at all costs, lest she shrink me down to an incapacitating size. Setting my books down, I went to use the bathroom. As I absent mindedly took a leak, I noticed that my dick felt sizeably bigger. I squeezed it gently in my hand and felt its weight. It defenitely was bigger. "Is it bigger? Or did it just not shrink?" I thought. "Well at least not all of me is shrinking." I said, trying to look on the pathetic brightside of losing half a foot in height and a who knows how many pounds in weight. I managed to go the whole day without hearing anything about my new reduced size. I walked down the streets, homeward bound. Walking in the elvator, I began to sweat, crossing my fingers I wouldn't run into Clarissa, Milton, or Myrtle. Slipping into my apartment, I locked, bolted, and chained my door. "SAFE!" I announced inwardly, feeling a great load of relief. 20 minutes after I got home, I heard a knock on the door. I clenched the arm rests of my chair in fear. I knew it was Clarissa. Who else would it be? *knock* *knock* *knock* My organs stirred as I sat in my chair, a frightened child. *knock* *knock* *knock* I saw shadows crawling under the slit of the doorway from the obstructed light. *bang* *bang* *bang* I began to sweat as I lay perfectly still. *Kachunk* *Kachunk* *Kachunk* the sound of a strong hand trying to force the door open. *silence*.......................... *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* My hands gripped the chair tightly, waiting for it to pass. *silence* It took at least 10 minutes before my adrenaline wound down. Fear dominated my mind. I tried to think about anything else. I thought of my family growing up, playing catch with my dad, it eased my mind. Finally when I began to calm in full, I saw shadows under my doorway again, then a sheet of paper with a polaroid stapled to it slid under my door. I heard high pitched giggling and the shadows disappeared. Investigating, I bent down on my knees and picked up the note and lifted it while I stood. I tore the picture from the note and held it in my right hand, holding the note in my left. I felt pangs of sexual arousal course through me the instant I looked at the picture. The picture was a shot of Clarissa in a tight blue bikini. The camera was looking down at her from above and all you could see was from her mouth down. Her lips were smiling sexily and her tongue was licking her lips, pointed towards the upper left corner of her mouth, curled at the tip. Her arms were squeezing her breasts together into what was the most gutwrenching display of cleavage I had ever scene. She was bursting out of her top. The worst part was that she had squirted what looked like suntan lotion onto a spot right above her cleavage, which had trickled down her chest in between her tits that were beeing squeezed together. There were several other splotches of lotion that had been splattered on her bust. I gazed at the picture feeling hypnotized. I felt my penis stiffening in my PJ's. I snapped out of it, shook my head, and raised the note in my left hand and read it. It only had 6 words written in big curvy femenine cursive. "IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME" the note washed me with an impending sense of doom. I crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. I raised the picture above the trashcan to toss it out. But when I held it over the trashcan, my fingers didn't let go. I pulled it away from the trashcan, took another glance at it, feeling my penis rise in my pants. "No." I shook my head, holding my hand with the picture in it above the trashcan again, but once again my fingers didn't let go. I stared at the picture yet again, imagining that the lotion had come from me, imagining that she was sliding me between those huge gorgeous tits of hers. My boner was throbbing now. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* I dropped the picture and it flipped around and fell to the floor gently beside the trashcan. My heart jumped through its chest as the noise had caught me by suprise. I saw the shadows under the door again. "I knooowww you'reeee innnn theeeereeee." called a sexy high pitched voice casually before giggling. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* My heart was pounding like thunder, standing 10 feet away from a towering sexpot with a thin layer of wood seperating us. I heard her turn the doorknob and try to open the door again. *silence* I stood there in utter and complete silence, then I saw the shadows move. I stood in confusion as poloroids began sliding underneath the door left and right, one after the other. There must have been at least 12 of them in my apartment before they finally stopped, and the shadows disappeared. I heard a high pitched giggle echo out in the hallway. Sitting down on the ground indian-style I picked up one picture and looked at it. This one was a picture that was taken from below. The camara peered up underneath Clarissa's short catholic schoolgirl's skirt as she bent over a chair, you could see her tight panties stretched across her cheeks, struggling to contain them. Her long legs seemed to stretch on for miles. I stared at the perfect contours of her ass and then set the picture aside, picking up another one. The next picture was a close-up picture of her huge smiling face, grinning into the camara with wild eyes. I set it down on top of the previous picture, making a neat stack before picking up another one. The next picture contained Clarissa's body from the waist up, giving the viewer a side profile of her body in the same blue bikini from earlier. Her mouth was wide open as she stared intently at the banana she was lifting to her mouth with a firm grip on the base. The banana seemed small in her hands. I set it on top of the others. The next picture was very strange to me. There was a G.I. Joe stood up on a countertop, with Clarissa's huge face looming inches behind it. Her lips were curved into a big smile, pulled back just enough to show a little bit of her pearly white teeth. Then another close-up with the same G.I. Joe, only this time it was a close-up of her big soft hand that made a fist around it with just its head, shoulders, and feet poking out of it. The next was a close up picture of her chest, wrapped in a red one-piece bathing suit that was at least a size too small, showing off how much she filled it out with her ample charms. I was especially taken by this one, feeling my breath quicken and my penis throb. The next was a headshot of Clarissa's tongue fully extended, lapping at a vanilla ice cream cone. The next was another shot of her licking at the ice cream cone, only this time her tongue was licking up some vanilla ice cream that had dripped down the side, eyeing the camara suggestively. The next was a close-up of her big, plush, puckered lips kissing the side of the G.I. Joe's head. The next was the same G.I. Joe, only she was kissing it between its legs. The next was a full body shot of Clarissa wearing short short white pajama shorts and an extremely tight pajama top that her chest pushed way out so that it didn't touch her skin below her bust, fully exposing her taut belly. You could see her big nipples through the material and she held a teddy bear dangling from her right hand as she looked at the camara with big puppy dog eyes. The last one was a picture of Clarissa from her neck to her bust, wrapped in a taut black dress that pushed her tits upward. You could see an arm that was stretched out to hold the camera as it took a picture of her gaping rack. Her other hand was pouring a small glass of milk in between her breasts, that splashed against them and slid across the skin of her chest. My dick was so hard in my pants, I felt unable to control myself. I picked up all the pictures, including the one that I dropped by the trashcan, and headed for my bathroom. I grabbed the tissue box and sat on the floor, laying out all the pictures around me. I wrapped a few tissues around myself and began jacking off without delay. I felt shame well up inside me as I completely gave in to the image of Clarissa. I imagined myself being the G.I. Joe, the Banana, the Ice cream cone. I imagined being the camara as I stared up at her ass under her skirt, bending over the chair. Then I thought of the picture with the lotion dribbling between her huge tits and I came viciously into the tissues with a moan. "Ooooohhh." I moaned softly, enrapt in complete pleasure. It didn't last long though. The pictures began to grow around me as the towel on the rack drifted higher above me along with everything else. The toilet grew and expanded, rising up and up, so did the sink. "No! NOooOO!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the ground. "SHIT!" I protested outloud. "Not fucking fair." I said to myself, ashamed at what I had done. I collected all of the pictures, stood up and went to throw them all out. As I carried them into the living room, I saw a fresh new stack of pictures that had been stuffed underneath the door. This pile was even bigger then the one before. "Bitch!" I said outloud, tossing the pictures in my hand into the trash before sliding the new pile of pictures towards me to pick them up. I caught brief glimpses of close up shots of her cleavage in a tight red shirt, body shots of her wearing khaki shorts that bairly contained her bulging butt, and more shots of her with the G.I. Joe, this time with it slipped between her breasts, her tit flesh spilling out over it while she held a huge happy grin on her face. Frantically, I pilled the pictures into my hands and carried them into the trashcan, trying not to look at them. I finally got rid of them all and went into my bedroom to read a book. I read till I drifted off to sleep. ______________________________________ I woke up the next morning having to take a major leak. I walked to the bathroom and began urinating into the toilet. That was when I noticed it. My dick was even bigger. It was much larger in proportion to my body. I turned my hips from side to side to watch it flop against my skin. "Holy crap, I'm really hung for somebody 4 fet tall." I laughed. Then reality sunk in. "But shit, I'm 4 feet tall." I reminded myself with a frown. I took a shower and prepared for work, finding that my clothes were so baggy it made me look kind of silly. I improvised by cutting my smallest pair of jeans at the bottem, belting them at tight as possible. I took some cotten hang dry shirts and ran them in the dryer on high, shrinking them almost perfectly. Proud of my efforts, I forgot my confidence as I went out into my living room, seeing another fresh pile of poloroids. Once again I scooped them up and threw them out, stealing glances at the highly erotic photography Clarissa was embelishing me. I unlocked the door quietly, and opened the door a squeek, peering out into the hallway, checking both directions before closing it behind me. I crept down the halls and took the stairs to be extra stealthy, leaving the building out the backdoor, even though it took longer to walk around. I felt slick. Going into work wasn't as easy this time. Cheryl noticed I was much smaller right off the bat. I had nothing to worry about though, it wasn't like she was going to turn me in for being really short. "Boss! What happened to you?" she asked in that withered old voice. "Well, let's just say I've been feeling down lately." I said sarcastically as I just walked right past her. Cheryl was such a nice old lady, she didn't say anything else about it, but she stared at me in awe, not believing her eyes. She was so tall to me now. Before this all began, she had only been half a foot taller than me at 5'5", but now she was a foot and a half taller then me. When I spoke to her, I was mostly speaking to her chest. My brain contemplated Clarissa, who I was sure was much taller than Cheryl, how tall would she be compared to me? I slapped the thought out of my brain and went throughout my day focused on work. It rained that day and we actually sold a lot of books. The only downside was getting poured on as I walked home without an umbrella. I stealthed through the back entrance of my hotel and up the stairs. On the way up, I ran into Milton who was descending. "Oh HEY MITCH!" he said excited to see me. "Hey hey... Milton." I said, trying to match his excitement, though he was actually one of the last people I wanted to see. "Man mitch, are you losing weight. " he commented openly, being careful not to mention my height. "What are you talking about Milton? Naw, I'm fine. Anyway, I'm in a hurry, sorry to cut the conversation short." I said cutting the conversation and walking quickly passed him. Milton just stared at me with a quizical expression on his face. I was more then eager to enter the safety of my apartment as soon as possible. "What a doof." I thought, ascending to my level. I peaked out into the hallway before rounding the corner. I walked quietly down the hallway to my room as I heard a door open and shut loudly. My shoulders raised as I quickly grew afraid, but saw it was just some guy I didn't know 3 doors down. "Hey." he said passing me by. I nodded back at him and continued down the hall. When I got to my door, I went to unlock it, but discovered it was already unlocked. "You didn't lock it this morning. You stupid bastard." my inner monologue said. I creaked open the doorway ever so slowly. *Creeeeeeeaaaaaak* it uttered as it moved open at a snails pace. A deathly silence filled the surrounding area. I felt my breath quicken slightly as I took the first step in, hearing the sound of my foot contact with the ground as I placed it down and took another, stepping inside the doorway. Clearing the door, I looked inside my apartment. It was quiet and empty. I exhaled a sigh of relief. I heard the door creak slowly closed by its own accord, causing my stomach to lurch so hard I thought I might vomit. *Crreeeeaaaaaaaaak* *Kerplunk* The door closed shut. I didn't have to turn around, I felt her body heat behind me. I heard the deadbolt lock, the chain rustle as it fastened against the door. Then I heard a footstep and a shadow loomed over me. I heard her deep breaths inhale and exhale slowly behind me. I smelled the sweet smell of perfume that assaulted my nostrils. It smelled like roses. I stood ever so still, frozen in place as I kept listening to her breathe. The silence was broken by one of her girlish giggles. "Why, you're even tinier then when I last left you. why is that I wonder?" she said softly, her tone of voice sounded like she was speaking to a small child. My mind instantly thought of the shameful act of me masturbating to her pictures. She knew what I had done without me even having said anything. I churned inwardly as I realized she knew exactly the effect her body had on me. "But you threw out my pictures." she said with a pouting tone, like an upset child. "Why'd you do that Mitch? Didn't you like them?" she cooed. "Hrmmm?" I stood in silence, frozen with my heart beating so fast I thought it might explode. My breathe quickened as I felt her take a big footstep behind me, feeling her body brush against the back of mine. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she gently pressed herself against me. I felt my head sink into her torso. My head wasn't even as tall as her chest anymore. It was only when I felt her lower herself slightly that I felt the heavy weight of her chest brush the top of my head, rustling my hair as she wrapped her arms around me. Her body felt so soft against mine, like a giant human pillow. I could almost hear her purring. "You are SO tiny now. I can hardly believe how cute you look." she giggled excitedly, twisting her body gently left and then right, turning me with her. I tried to tune her out and plan an escape incase she released me from her hold. "The fire escape." I thought, "That's my only chance." "You look as small as my old dog Scruffy. He was so cuddly. I loved him so much." she cooed, apparently remembering fond memories. "He would always get so frustrated around me, I could tell." she said matter of factly. "So when my parents weren't around, I would take him in my big hand and stroke his little dick till it squirted all over my hand." she cooed, embellishing me in her story. "Was she seriously talking about masturbating a dog?" I thought, despite myself I found myself hardening at her story. Regardless, this entirely confirmed my suspicions of her mental stability. "I loved the way it felt all over my hand, it was so hot and gooey. It would ooze between my knuckles and down my wrist." she squealed and squeezed my chest as she kept talking. "I had so much fun with sparky I got addicted to him. I would take him into the shed and play with him all the time, until eventually I was too much for him I guess. I'm not sure, but he started running away from me whenever he saw me. It really hurt my feelings, but I got used to it. I knew he still liked me. Well, maybe he didn't like me, but I know his little penis liked me, and I wanted to play with it, so I would chase him down, carry him into the shed, and tease him until one day, he had a heart attack and died. I was so sad." she said sounding extremely excited before she got to the sad part causing her to sob a bit. "When we moved here 2 month ago, I knew I had to find a new pet to play with." she said in a childish voice. "The moment I saw you I KNEW that you were perfect." "Why am I shrinking?" I interupted her with my weak small voice that was apparently diminishing with my body size. "That's for ME to know, and YOU to find out mister." she chided with her high pitched voice playfully, seeming to revel in her games. She seemed like an 18 year-old grown up child that hadn't given up her immature playful nature. Clarissa's big strong hands began to turn me around to look at her. I took a step back as I looked up, and up, and up at this collosal teanager that towered over me. I was eye level with her upper abdomen. She once again was wearing her school's dress code that was too small for her, only this time, I could see the blue material of a familiar bikini under her thin white shirt. My eyes widened as I stood there with my boner sticking out of my pants. My heart was still beating 1,000 times a second and my knees were so weak I thought they might buckle as they shaked and wobbled beneath me. Clarissa smiled down at me, slowly sliding her hands up and unbuttoning the 2nd button from the top slowly, then then next, then the next. My knees began to wobble more as she released button after button until her enormous assets were set free, held tightly taut by the deep blue stretched material. Then her chest thrust out proudly forwards as she pealed her shirt off entirely, tossing it aside. "So... are you feeling frustrated little guy? Huh?" she asked in a high pitched voice like she was talking to a 3 year old.