Saff hosted: Story19

Meg's Big Day

By Merritstone

Part I - The Rise of Meggan McNelly

"It doesn't look like much, does it?" she said holding the vial of clear liquid
up to the light. She was right, more or less it looked like water- perhaps a
little thicker- and it smelled strangely sweet. "But if it does everything Amy
said it can it should produce some BIG results." And Meg smiled at the
possibilities.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"The stuff dreams are made of," she smirked. I must admit that Meg had peaked my
interests and her refusing to tell me what she was up to only heightened my
confusion and curiosity. But she seemed to be talking now, and I decided to
press my advantage.

"Don't give me that," I said in mock-exasperation. "What's it supposed to do?"

"I mean what I say," Meg retorted. And then more sheepishly, "Anyway I don't
know for sure, but it should be pretty far out... Until it wears off."

"You make it sound like Amy whipped us up a batch of designer drugs." I cocked
an eyebrow at her.

"Oh nothing so mundane," She waggled the vial back and forth in front of my
face, "This is... is... think of it as a magic potion." I made my best spooky
ghost noise and twiddled my fingers at my petite friend.

"Goof," she said and punched my arm. "Apparently the effects should only last a
few hours," frowning a little at that, but then brightening "Ah, but that allows
us to pursue our curiosity more recklessly. And if we want something more
lasting, Amy said we can work that out later. The Bonus is this stuff is
non-lethal regardless of the dosage... So we can take as much as we want to.
Although she did say a little should go a long way."

She looked again toward the vial, her eyes were positively sparkling.

"Do you want to go first?" Meg suddenly questioned and thrust the vial up into
my face. Tempting offer, but the look in her small pale face and large blue eyes
told me not to trust her.

"Sure, and next thing I know I'm waking up naked duck taped to a tree
somewhere."

"Afraid of little 'ol me?" She said stressing her size or relative lack thereof.
Although beautiful, with a slim attractive body and raven black hair cropped to
her jaw, Meg barely stood taller than five feet. Maybe five foot one. Not
exactly the build of someone who could manhandle a 5'9" 170 pound deadweight.

"You have friends," I stated.

"And you're one of them!" She said indignantly. "What kind of monster do you
think I am. I'd never do anything to hurt you like that." She then paused and
pondered it a bit, and finally added. "It would be pretty funny though."

"Meg..." I warned her from even leaning her thoughts in that direction.

"OK. Ok. So I'm the guinea pig, you big baby." Holding the tube up to her lips
she said, "here we go." And she quickly took a small sip of the clear liquid.
"Eew! Not as tasty as it smells." Meg scritched up her face.

"Thanks for the warning. So what happens next?"

"I don't know, you'll have to wait and see."

"You really don't know?" I questioned, "This isn't an elaborate joke?"

"No!" She said, "well, maybe- you know Amy likes to play 'mad scientist' so her
lips were sealed. Regardless we'll both get a chance to see a minute now."
Spooky.

A little time passed and I said, "Any minute now..." My tone mocking the lack of
results.
"You just watch!" she said defensively, and then biting her lip, "I hope." So we
waited for something to happen. I was still dubious, but I was leaving my mind
open for anything. Well, almost anything...

When it started, it began with her bosom. Meg's nipples suddenly stood up and
said "hi." To little dots on the nearly flat plane of her white T-shirt that
instantly caught my attention. Then I noticed her shirt beginning to grow
tighter around her small breasts, which I quickly noted did not look so small
anymore. Within moments Meg's breasts were average sized, which on her small
frame looked slightly oversized. Enthralled with her expanding bosom, I guess I
must have let my jaw drop because-

"Ahem, manners manners," she said jovially "I would scold you more harshly but
this is the first time anyone's ever looked at my breasts." I couldn't speak,
but it was apparent that she hadn't noticed yet.

"So thanks for 'my first leer'" she made it sound like a product name, "but I
didn't think I was your style, I thought you liked them big."

From where I was standing they did look pretty big. And getting bigger. I felt
like an idiot, I just couldn't find the words to speak, so I reached out and,
god help me, I touched her (poked her really) right on her now rock hard nipple.

"Jesus, Steve!" She said and slapped me across the face. Meg was about to start
screaming at me but then she noticed the unfamiliar bounce of her newly enlarged
breasts. Head turning down, eyes widening, Meg looked at the taut cotton fabric
of her top, pushed well beyond its normal dimensions by her now expansive bosom.

"My god." she said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you notice?"

"I don't know," she pursed her lips "I'm tingling all over."

"Is this what that stuffs supposed to do? If so I'm glad you went first."

"No!" she felt the new weight of her breasts in her hands. "At least I didn't
think so." Then she reached up and stroked my reddening cheek.

"Jeez, sorry I slapped you." Then smiling, "but you did have it coming, you bad
boy."

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry. I swear that's the only time I've ever copped a feel I my
life."

"So did you like it?" she asked shyly.

"WHAT?"

"Did you like touching my breasts?" There was no shyness in her voice now.

I floundered, "I didn't, I mean I- I never meant to... I... I..." She was just
looking up at me through her lashes, coyly smiling.

"...yes." I finally admitted.

"Good." she said seductively. Seductively? Hmmm. This might get to be better
than I thought. Unexpectedly, Meg then wobbled, breaking our intense eye
contact.

"Oh god, I am tingling." She said grabbing onto her head with one hand and one
of her own hefty breasts with the other, as though that would steady her. I was
about to lend my support, when suddenly she seemed to move closer, like a
focusing trick of a film camera. Her shorts suddenly grew tight around her hips
and her shirt seemed to shrink, pulling itself from her belt, exposing a taught
little belly.

"Oh! Wow." The button on her shorts burst open and the zipper started pulling
itself down expressing the top of her green satin underwear. I could hear
stitches popping and the right shoulder of her shirts started to tear, revealing
the smooth firm shoulder underneath. Her shirt with the words 'lil' angel'
written across the front is now pulling itself across the front of her chest
like a drum. No longer big enough to even cover her navel, and it was revealing
more skin by the second. Her thighs were squeezed by the openings around the
legs of her shorts, and even the re-enforced stitches of the now skimpy canvas
coverings were starting to pop and split.

"Oh! WOW!" There was a tone of pleasure in her voice that denied her
uncomfortably tight clothing. A fine sheen of sweat broke across her face. Her
eyes fluttered open and lifted from her own body. They and rested again on me.
She was looking down at me! It came to us simultaneously; Meg was now taller
than me!

"OH! WOW!" She said wide and wild eyed. She placed her large hands on either one
of my shoulders and smiled. "This is amazing, Steve. Look at me... look at you!
You're so short!"
"I don't think so," I said, or at least tried to say while looking up at her now
6'4" body, but I don't think anything came out. I was struck dumb by a
combination of her sudden changes and my erection, now sticking up almost
painfully inside my blue jeans.

"Steve, I'm a half foot taller than you, I'm fucking huge!" She gasped, "And my
tits!"
She inhaled deeply and her breasts rose softly, pushing against my chest and
spreading across most of my rib cage with their warm, firm pressure. Her initial
jump from A to B to C cup was just a small start, her breasts were now robust
and overflowing with life. As if alive they struggled to break free of their
T-shirt captor, whose written message was now comically out of place. I could
still hear the sound of more stitches ripping as she moved and flexed. The
fabric suddenly gave way under her armpits. Instantly pulling long oval tears
headed toward the tips of her nipples and relieving a small amount of the
pressure on her enormous bosom.

Even her nipples had grown. Once small and modest (only showing themselves on
the coldest of day, through the thinnest of shirts), they were now powerful and
jutting out from her breasts, and as big around as my ring finger and at least
half an inch long. She's fantastic. With hands still on my shoulders Meg arched
her back, standing tip toe and brought her giant tits hard into my jaw, sending
it clacking shut.

"Sorry," she said straightening "I was afraid you'd start drooling." She
giggled. "You know if I was a few inches taller I could really rub your face in
them."

She eyed the seemingly small vial in her hand again. Perhaps contemplating
another slip.
"Whoa! Slow down, you just got here, girl. Don't be so quick to move on."

"You're just jealous... 'little guy'" she giggled again. Even so I kept a
cautionary hand on her arm to delay any impulsive actions of her part.

"I'm overwhelmed."

"Let me take another drink and then I'll show you 'overwhelmed'."

"Meg!" I scolded. She smiled, and the significant force of her arm flexing
lessened. Just how strong was she?

"OK," she said pretending meekness, "Besides I guess I'm not TOO short... unlike
you." Then she stood to her full height, Looming over me.

"Jesus Meg, what happened to you?"

"I know, I'm economy sized!" And she bounced off the flats of her feet, breasts
heaving mightily. "Whoa! So that's what that feels like. Its kind of cool." She
said, grabbing her immense breasts. A simple action that almost ripped her shirt
sleeves completely off.

"Jeez, help me out of these things, would you? They're way too small."

"Strip you naked? You don't have to ask me twice." She laughed, and I enjoyed
the playful after effects it had on her chest.

"OK then, extra bonus: Afterward you get to measure me."

"OK!" I said eagerly, erection burning. I couldn't believe I was looking up into
Meg's face. She's the big one now, an amazon, and I'm going to have to get used
to it.

Well it turned out to be impossible to pull the T-shirt over her head, so I tore
the rest of the sleeves off at the weakened seems. Then I managed to pull down
at the constricting neckline and was immediately rewarded by her cleavage
bulging into my homemade V-neck.

"Give me a minute, Ok?" Meg said stepping back and grabbing the sides of her
v-neck 'lapels'. She then flexed and tore the whole shirt open right down the
middle. Her immense breasts jiggling firmly into sight.

"WOW!" We said in unison. Both of us caught off guard then she locked eyes with
me and we both laughed in unison, too. But she cut her laughing short, smoothly
reached out and before I realized what she was doing, grabbed me by the back of
the head and pushed my face into her tits. The last thing I saw was a devilish
grin spreading across her face. They felt fantastic, firm and smooth and
slightly sweaty from her recent transformation. Each one was almost the size of
my head. Resistance is futile, indeed. I thought about struggling, I really
did... but Meg (who I've always had a crush on) just developed her body beyond
my wildest wet dreams, and she seemed eager to try it out with me. Chestier than
you're average playmate and at least 7 or 8 inches taller. Hell, not just
taller-Bigger. Every part of her body had increased proportionately to her
15-inch gain in height. Every part except her breasts, that is. A part I can
tell you I was becoming familiar with. Even at her old height of 5'1" Meg
would've been chesty, but the 6'4" amazon she had become was huge.

Finally releasing me from her cleavage Meg said, "I look like friggin' Wonder
Woman." Then she hefted one tit again, as if she couldn't believe its weight and
size.

"You are much hotter than Wonder Woman."

"Really?... thank you," for a moment the smile of a small and delicate Meg shone
on her face, but that quickly gave way to the new sexual power she was bathing
in, "Now help me out of these damn shorts and I'll show you something hot."

"OK!"

She smiled "Eager, I like that." Good. It was hard not to be eager, my dick was
throbbing so hard it was almost singing. My arousal over Meg's body seemed to be
constantly increasing. I went to her pants, the button had burst open and the
zipper had pull down as far as it could go, and they were still skin-tight
across the wide plains of her hips. And the leg openings had become increasing
taught around the expanded circumference of her thighs.

"How the hell are we going to cut you out of this?"

"How about I just..." and she started to squat down. She reached forward and I
grabbed her hand and held it for balance. Sure enough, the stitches started
popping, fabric tearing, until everything burst almost at once. Exploding off
her hip like scraps of paper. Straightening her the remnants fell to the ground
leaving a giant naked woman in their wake. Meg was looking at herself as much as
I was, and obviously pleased. She began running hr finger down her stomach and
combing through her lush, rich triangle of dark pubic hair.

"Wow, this has gotten full." And then she slipped a hand familiarly down between
her thighs and moaned softly, "But this is just how I remember it." She looked
down into my eyes. "Do you want to know how I remember it?"

"More than I can express." I said at the edge of just jumping on her right
there.

"Juicy and tight." And then she smiled, running a hand through her short crop.

"Whew! Listen to your mouth," I mock scolded, finger waggling.

"You can't understand. I'm used to staring into women's chin's and men's chests.
I've made myself extroverted to compensate for my lack of size. But now I'm
looking down at you, and everything looks so small... I'm going to be ten times
worse. And I'm not going to even try to stop it; my mouth is going to run away
with me."

She poked me in the shoulder, "And because I'm a big girl now, you're just going
to have to live with it. So mind your manners-" she inhales and shoves her chest
out, then uses her hand and pokes me in the shoulder again "-Twerp."

"Hey I was just kidding, I love blunt women."

"How about us tall girls?"

"It turns out I really love them," I smiled.

"Good. Then what do I have to do to get you to fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Within moments we were rolling around on the hard cold floor of Meg's kitchen,
and neither one of us could have cared less. Her newfound strength tore my
clothes off me as much as she removed them. The whole time I buried my face into
her ample body. Both of us were so hot we almost couldn't bare anymore foreplay,
and as soon as she my clothes strewn to the four winds she was lowering herself
onto my throbbing cock. Her powerful vaginal muscles pulling me in ever deeper
to her hungry cunt. I had never made love to a woman who was taller than me
before, much less a half foot taller. We wrestled as much as made love and when
it was over we were spent. I couldn't get up, but I couldn't sleep either. I
settled for leaning back against her, her breasts serving better than any pillow
ever could.

Part II - The Fall of Meggan McNelly

"You're amazing."

"You're amazing," she countered playing with my hair "I've wanted to do that for
a long damn time."

"You? I've been hot for you for ages. I was only afraid that I'd break you in
two," I said.

"I'm not so delicate."

"Duh."

"Goof!" she said laughing, really shaking up my 'pillow'. "I meant I wasn't so
delicate before."

"I should've known. Wow!"

"Do you really think you would've have, before...?"

"Would have, and will whenever this stuff wears off!" No lie there, in either
form Meg could certainly stir the fire in my loins.

She sat me up and faced me, legs together curling to one side along the ground.
"Really, even when I don't have these?" She hefted those amazing breasts.

"All women think men spend all of the day running around with nothing but tits
on the mind... it so happens that they are right. But that doesn't mean they
have to be big, or in your case 'giant' tits. I hate to tell you this, giving
away trade secrets and all, but for me- Women got'em and I want'em. Plain and
simple."

"Oh bullshit," she laughed, "Like these babies don't totally give you wood. And
my XXL body, you totally want this." And she started to get up to better
demonstrate her height advantage.

"Not true, I bet most men would be intimidated by your new found size."

"Yeah, but you're weird. Eh, Shorty?" She was making full use of her length now,
looming over me. From where I sat she looked impossibly tall.

"Stop that," I laughed.

"Why?" She said standing on her tiptoes. Even taller. I got up in an attempt to
match her, but couldn't. "You know, you couldn't pull it off, mister."

"What?"

"When you tried to pick me up and you couldn't."

"I could've but you were thrusting so hard I kept losing balance."

"Over come by my Amazon bulk."

"I wouldn't call anything on you 'bulk'"

"Quit diverting the subject, Shorty."

"Am not," I retorted childishly.

"Are too, Shorty, shorty, shorty, shorty." She teased. Suddenly her breasts
seemed to get a little smaller. "Shorty, shorty, sh-er. What the?" Meg looked
down and grabbed one breast.

"Whoa, I feel weird." She said looking down at me.

"Your breasts are shrinking."

"Oh no!" she said a little disappointed. They were definitely getting smaller,
as their weight decreased her uncommonly perky breasts rose even higher.

"I think it's wearing off."

"Oh no. Not now." Her breasts continued to shrink in her hands. Now slipping
away from 'big' and into the realm of 'moderate'. The process was really quite
enthralling, almost as exciting as watching her grow in the first place.
Speaking of which, she hadn't seemed to lose any of her stature.

"Oh well," she said with a small smile, "Do you want to kiss them good bye?" I
don't think they were even a C cup anymore, and still slowly but evenly reducing
before my eyes.

"I would love to," I said and leant forward, pressing my lips around the tip of
her hardened left nipple, while caressing her right breast with my open palm. It
was incredible, I could actually feel her breast shrinking inside my palm,
melting in my mouth. As I sucked the increasingly smaller boob, it would pull
back trying to escape my mouth. Receding against her ribcage.

And this was getting definite results from Meg, for I felt her grab onto my
bareback fiercely, holding on as if she was on the edge of an orgasm. I pinched
her right nipple between my fingers and heard her gasp as it dwindled away from
my grasp. Within moments she was back to her original size. Or at least her
boobs were, and as their dwindling came to a complete stop, I finally brought
Meg to orgasm.

"Aaaah!" she cried out as she came, and then realizing she'd lost her buxom
status she covered herself up. Holding one hand over each nipple, but totally
ignoring her exposed bush. A pose of modesty that ludicrously missed the big
picture. A pose I found terribly stimulating. Watching her face, I saw her
sexual flush being matched by an honest blush. Meg seemed a little embarrassed.

"Whew," she smiled rubbing her nipples. "They may be little, but they still
work. That definitely never happened before!" she joked.

"I'll say," I smiled. "Hey, there's no need to cover up! What have you got to be
embarrassed about?"

She looked down at her tiny breasts, and then down at me. She was flat chested
again, but just as tall.

"I don't know," she sighed. "They're really not too small for you?"

"Of course not," I reached out and gently took her hands in mine, and then
slowly pulled them away from her breasts, "they're beautiful." Meg just smiled
and then hugged me, pressing her big body into mine.

"Thanks, Shorty."

But soon, after that Meg wasn't so eager to throw the word "shorty" around. We
continued to play and kiss, in a bizarre mixture of afterglow and foreplay. The
events of the day had gotten me so hot I didn't think I'd be able to cool down
for a week. So I was actually holding onto her when her first borrowed inch
slipped away. I had been lazily enjoying the heat off her body and the taste of
her skin, when I felt Meg's body pull away from me. Not in a gesture of
emotional detachment (far from it she was definitely in a snuggling mood); but
in a very literal sense. Meg shrunk.

"Oh no!" she feigned horror in her voice. "Steve, you have to help me... I'm
shrinking!" And then she gave me one of those 'Oh you big man' looks that the
actresses of the fifties monster movies were so good at. Conveying fear and
sexuality at the same time. This had more effect than anticipated. For the
second I looked at her beautiful form actually reducing in size and stature, my
cock which had been dwelling in that state somewhere between erection and
flaccidity suddenly stood up, ready for another full day's march. We were both
naked, so she couldn't help but take almost immediate notice. She cooed
excitedly. And she reached out and touched it with a light stroking gesture.
Then looking into my eyes (Wow, she was barely taller than me now), she put on a
face full of pretend pleading.

"I can't stop," she said, and then leaning into my ear, "I just keep getting
smaller and smaller. Steve, don't let me shrink away to nothing."

Her hand, which never left my dick was now pulling me toward her, in long, hard,
incredibly pleasurable strokes. She was had shrunk to exactly my height. By
comparison she looked small, and I knew she still had a long way to go.

"Please Steve," she whispered in my ear, "I'm getting so little... so little...
I need you." Her mock- horror and desperation revealed their true face, that of
desire and sexual hunger as she moaned and nibbled on my ear. She was probably
only 5'7" now and once again had to look up to meet my gaze. Suddenly her hand
wrapped around my cock, holding it firm. She stopped stroking and just held me.
Instantly I was almost writhing with a new form of pleasure as I felt her hand
shrink as she held onto my erection. The pressure increasing and then easing as
her fingers grew smaller, eventually having to shift her grip what must have
felt like my ever larger cock. The feeling was amazing, not only her expert
touch, but the sensation of her hand actually shrinking as she held on to me.

"I'm so small, Steve. Save me." Meg was probably only 5'4" now and seemed petite
indeed. She pulled me toward her again, and began pulling harder. I leaned in
for a kiss, touched her lips with mine, and then promptly saw her shocked
expression as we both shot our eyes open. The touch of our lips only intensified
the reality of her current state, I could feel her growing smaller. Her lips
shrinking on mine. She could feel it too, and it impassioned her, her small
tongue thrusting into my mouth and probing dexterously around my own as if it
was making an entire separate account of her shrinking. She was stroking
vigorously now, and I reached around her. My hand felt large as they cupped her
ass. That too, was shrinking, of course, and I squeezed her and easily lifted
her off the ground. I felt huge, now... Meg was so tiny and still shrinking. As
she floated upward, she released her grip on my swollen member, almost
immediately replacing her hand with her soaking wet pussy. Feeling her hips
shift, I helped guide her light little body into mine. Meg didn't actually take
my penis inside her, but instead decided to rub herself up and down its shaft. I
could still feel the last of her once staggering size leaving her, but she
seemed to wrapped up in grinding her miniature sex into my cock to notice.

"So... small... So... small... shrinking..." she was still saying, like a mantra
between grunts and moans of ecstasy. She began to cum. It was a dramatic
beginning, sudden and wet, noticeable even in our heightened state of passion.
The strange thing is that it didn't seem to stop, Meg just kept right on going.
Thrusting her pussy up and down my shaft and producing a seemingly endless
stream of overlapping orgasms. Somewhere in the middle of all that I joined her.
Minutes passed. For all I knew the sun could've risen and set. Eventually, she
came back to earth, and I was glad she did, because despite of her now small
weight, we had had been standing for so long that she was growing heavy again. I
carried her to the bed and set her down, she giggled pleasantly as I sat next to
her.

Part III - What's Good For the Goose...

"So I'm little again, huh?"

"Yep." I said dreamily.

"That's too bad, I was beginning to like calling you, Shorty."

She was laying on her side, so I reached behind her and lightly swatted her ass
for that one.

"Hey! You Big Bully!" she said. And then she stopped and started again.
"Alright, get up so I can see you." I did as requested, and she whistled,
impressed. "Wow! You are a hell of a big one, aren't you?"

"Yep." I said still in an 'after sex' fog. I really was pretty average in
height, but to a girl who jut shrank 15 inches, I imagine that I did indeed look
pretty daunting.

Meg sat up, and looked down at her front. "And you sure made one hell of a big
mess," she giggled. She was right, from navel to collar bone Meg was lightly
splashed with cum.

"You know us guys," I said proudly "We can shoot for distance." Then
matter-of-factly, "Anyway you helped."

"I guess I did," she laughed, "So do I have to shrink any smaller, or do you
think you could manage to carry me to the shower."

"If you shrunk any smaller I could wash you in the sink."

"Very funny." She shot me the eyebrow. I carried her to the shower.

Meg offered me an invite, and I joined her in the shower. Her small form easily
allowing room for both of us in the warm water box. I helped her with her
washing and enjoyed the smooth, firm, minimal curves of her new/old body. She
wasn't completely flat chested after all, maybe an A-cup. Not much granted, but
enough that you'd never mistake her for a boy. In fact, there was a now pixie
like quality to her now that was really quite beautiful. This was turning out to
be a day to remember.

I washed up faster than Meg, and on my way out of the shower I made further use
of my newly returned size advantage and slapped her on the rump.

"Hey, no fair!" she turned to counter strike, but I was already out of the
shower, and she had to settle for splashing water at me or the shower curtain
.
"Aaah- its certainly good to be the big one again." I taunted.

"Yeah its OK," she begrudgingly agreed, "but you made one hell of a sexy twerp."

"Oh? The lady likes an unfair height advantage, does she?"

"'Unfair.' What do you mean, 'unfair?' I have spent the majority of my life
being a midget-"

"A very sexy midget." I added.

"Thank you- I spend most of my life being a midget, and then I finally get two
hours of amazon proportions and you call it unfair. Hmph. Anyway, if I hadn't
gotten big, you would've never gotten off your lazy ass and fucked me." She
ranted hidden by the shower curtain.

"And that certainly would've made the world a sadder place," I stated, a true
declaration as far as I was concerned.

"Yes. Good," she replied obviously pleased, "and now I don't have to worry about
you playing the big-strong-man all of the time. And you don't have to worry
about me being your fragile little angel." She was finishing her shower.

"I agree," I said, this conversation was going right where I wanted it to. "I
shouldn't treat you like you were so damn delicate. Like you said earlier."

"Damn straight. I'm a woman, not a china doll." Water eased to a drizzle and I
watched the towel disappear off the end of the curtain rod. Vigorous towel
scrubbing ensued.

"Right, and..." I said trying to act coy, "Remember how you hinted that you'd be
interested in certain <ahem> deeds."

Her eyes where trying to find out what I was up to as she stepped out of the
shower wrapping the small hair towel around her head. She began to reach for the
much larger body towel. She never made it.

"uh, I" She stalled. She clearly remembered stating that she wanted to make love
to me, regardless of size, and that it was me who was being the big wimp about
her 'delicateness'. But of course this had all been said when she was a full,
fifteen inches taller.

"How do you feel about it now?" I said and let my towel fall to the floor. Her
eyes wandered down and stared, then widened as she looked at my stiffening
penis.

"That monster?" she said, aghast. Although her perfect look of horror, was
ruined by the hint of lust in her eyes. "That thing would never fit in me!" But
her eyes didn't move. As she stared my erection completed itself, standing at
full attention.

"Oh come on," I teased "I'm ready again. How about you?"

"My god, no. Are you crazy?" She took a step away form me, toward the bathroom
door. She covered her naked body with her arms, her head shaking side to side
knocking the small towel covering her hair loose. Meg's eyes still locked on my
lions.

"What's the matter? I know you want me!" I said not moving.

"I know it, too." She said, "Right after I have some more of this!" And she dove
out the door. Her wet, little, naked body running straight for the vial on the
kitchen counter. Predetermining her actions I lunged into movement, too. And not
a second too late, Meg had already uncorked the container and was about to drink
it when I grabbed her wrist. I slowly moved her arm away from her face, and then
with a firm squeeze rested the vial from her grip.

"Oh, I think not." I smiled evilly. "You'd already had your turn."
"My god, you wouldn't."

"Watch me." I said and took a good long draught of the potion. Which I almost
immediately thought was foolish. Meg's first slip left no noticeable dent in the
contents of the bottle, and its effects had been dramatic. At a glance I had
just drank 1/2 of this elixir... Well, I'm certainly glad Meg's apartment has
high ceilings.

"Steve, Oh my god." She struggled to back away. I laughed.

"No use struggling," I said as I continued to hold her wrist. "I'm in for some
BIG changes." But she didn't take my words to heart, not that it mattered as I
felt the first tingles beginning to spread through my body. And I was really
enjoying her naked body
straining against my hold.

"You'll pay for this, when I get big again, I won't stop. I'll just get bigger
and bigger. Bigger, until I tower over any man, until I can pick you up like a
child, like a doll- No till I can pick you up with a single hand, And I'll place
you between my mountainous breasts on a string, like a bauble or an amulet." She
warned me, and then waved the finger of her free hand at me while smiling.

"Sounds more tempting than threatening, little one."

Meg stuck her tongue out at me. "Oooh, you big jerk. I'll- I'll- I'll-"

"You'll what?" I interrupted. I was tingling so heavily now, I could barely feel
my fingers or toes. Suddenly I felt the first change starting to happen

"Hah! Here we go-" I said but suddenly Meg's resistance made a Herculean effort
and she managed to break free. The result was unexpected and she fell down from
the force of her own tugging, and my sudden lack of resistance. She was
obviously unhurt, but I didn't want her to miss a minute of my growth, so I bent
down to pick her up. By now the tingling was quite intense.

"Ow," she said laughing, "I didn't expect you to let go." Meg reached up a hand
and I took it, pulling her to her feet.

"I didn't expect you to pull so hard," I eyed her naked form with concern, and
more than a little lust. "Nothing broken I trust."

Meg rubbed her naked little ass with both hands. "No, I'm fine. But that doesn't
mean I'm not going to take this out of your hide. A big man like you rough
housing with a little lady, you ought to be ashamed." She smiled at me, one
eyebrow arched. I arched an eyebrow back at her, I could actually feel my body
changing now.

"Oh enough, please. You know you loved it."

"Well, yeah." She said, her eyes dropping and flash flushing, "But that doesn't
mean I'm not going to kick your ass."

"Ahem, we seem to forget that I'm about to become eligible for Pro-Basket ball.
So that'll be 'I'm going to kick your ass, Sir'." I mocked.

Just then I felt a sensation similar to that of your ears popping, but it was
somehow deeper, inside my head.

"Well... 'Sir'," Meg counter mocked, "for a growing boy you certainly look at
little... Short?" she ended in an unexpected questioning tone.

"What!?!" I stated, for the first time shifting my attention away from the
tingling within me, and really paying attention to my surroundings. My god, she
was right. Meg's head normally only came up to my chin, with her eyes almost
level with my collar bone; but now she looking directly into the tip of my nose.
That means that at best I was only three or four inches taller than her. Even
now I could see her head inching up, as she appeared to grow taller. Meg's
questioning inspection of my face was slowly replaced with a smile that spread
across her attractive features. I was shrinking!

"Oh my," she whispered sexily. I was shocked, as I watched her eye-level
continuing to climb.

"Oh my god-" I muttered, looking directly into the eyes of the now seemingly
5'9" Meg. Now this just isn't fair.

"Well, I guess Amy's little potion just doesn't work the same on boys as it does
for girls, wouldn't you say so 'Sir'."

Oh shit. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't believe what had happened. At least
I wasn't getting any smaller. I could already feel the tingling fade.

"What is that it? Just down to my size, after all you drank? Hmmph," she crossed
her arms across her naked bosom. "How disappointing!"

"Just down to your size?" I stated, for the first time beginning to feel
vulnerable about my own nakedness. "Look at me I'm- I'm- I'm..."

"Short?" she completed for me, with no small joy. "Yeah, now get over it. I've
been there for years. Now come on, cutie." She began to turn away from me,
walking toward her bedroom.

"What?"

"Lets go get you dressed."

"But-"

"What? Are you going to wear those things over there?" She said pointing to the
pile of our clothes that we left on the kitchen floor from earlier. With just on
look at the pants I understood I would never fit into them now. They looked
huge! Obviously sewn for someone at least 10 inches taller than myself and a
hundred pounds heavier.

"So are you coming?" She gestured to her room, I accepted the invitation and
began to walk inside.

"Good," she said as I walked by her. "Now move your ass!" And she slapped me
there, with surprising strength. I yelped. She giggled.

"You are enjoying yourself far too much," I grumbled.

"Yeah, this is turning out to be a real big day for me,." she said contentedly.

Part IV - ... Is Good for the Goose

In her room, we broke out a tape measure. I was actually now one half inch
shorter than Meg, and she got no end of amusement from this. Other than that I
seemed pretty proportional. My penis seemed like it was the same size, which was
my only immediate concern... I mean if some of the effects of the potion were
reversed...

Well, it could've been worse, lets leave it at that.

I was 5 feet and 1/2 inch tall, and weighed 117lbs. All of that means that even
though I was a little shorter than Meg now, she was still 20lbs lighter than I
was. But that doesn't lessen the fact that, to me, Meg had just gained nine
inches and almost 50lbs. And although she was not as strong as me, Meg now had a
lot more going for her in the raw force department.

We got dressed (yes in her clothes), at least she managed to pick out a pair of
sweats and one of her baggier shirts that wasn't too girlish. Meg dressed
herself before even looking for stuff for me to wear, so that as I pulled on her
clothes she had time to just sit on her bed watching me. It was unnerving. Meg
wasn't the only thing that had grown this time, everything had. The doorknobs
were higher, and felt larger in my hand. The bed was larger, and I had lost my
ingrained knowledge of how to sit on it comfortably. I was going to have to find
the equilibrium of this new smaller body. I had a hard time seeing myself in the
mirrors (well, not that hard... they were hung by and for a woman who was only
5'1"), and even the rooms themselves had increased in square footage. Her house
was just larger in every way. I tried to keep from thinking that the world
beyond Meg's apartment had grown as well, and all of the people in it. It was
much easier to pretend to be in the home of an amazon.

"What now?" I questioned to the beautiful girl sitting on the bed.

"I guess we wait it out... want to go see a movie? We might be able to get you
in for under 12."

"Meg! Please!"

"OK, so we don't go out into the big, new world. I guess we wait it out here,
then." She dropped her head and looked through her lashes at me, "And I know
some perfect ways to pass the time. Come here and sit on my lap, little boy."

"Funny. I'm not that short you know."

"Oh, sure! 5 feet tall is perfectly normal," she flung her arms in exaggerated
gesture. "You know, actually you're almost too tall for me."

"Now wait just a min-" I was striding across the room, but suddenly I found my
myself on the wrong side of a head-rush. Well, sort of like a head-rush, only
the disorientation came from pleasure and seemed to consume my whole body.
Regardless the effect was the same, I missed a step and wobbled.

Meg was at my side in an instant, "You OK, baby... are you- Oh My!" She ended
with a gasp. I opened my eyes as the head-rush passed and looked into the smug
smile and excited eyes of one Meggan McNelly.

"Now we're getting there."

"Now what?..." I retorted and took a step toward the bed. Immediately the
elastic band around my waist began to slip down. Reflexively reached a hand down
to grab it, and then looked back at Meg. I was still looking into her eyes, but
she seemed bigger.

"Why I guess the potion hasn't run its course yet." And that's when I noticed
that she in fact had been stooping to meet my gaze. She straightened to her full
height now, pleased with her new found advantage. I was now looking directly
into Meg's collar bone, her minimal breasts creating small mounds level with my
neck. Suddenly Meg's large hand wrapped gently around my chin and dragged my
gaze up to meet hers.

"Hello there." She said licking her lips.

"Oh no." I said looking up at the woman who now stood 10 inches taller than me.

"Oh YES!" She said letting her other hand slid down her body to her crotch.
Where she unconsciously began stroking herself through her shorts. "You're not
just shrunk, you're shrinking, little man!" Her excitement at this prospect was
in every word she breathed. Despite the awareness of the fact that I was
shrinking, to me it was as if the world was growing. My sense of self told me
that I was still 5'9", but that only meant that Meg was now 6'7". Even taller
than when she took a swig of the potion herself.

"And you know what else?"

"What?" I said looking up at the very tall Meg.

"I think that you're small enough to fuck!" And the hand which had been on her
crotch suddenly swung forward and took a hold of mine. It felt very large and
cupped my erection and balls a little too easily. She stood there comparing our
relative heights and getting incredibly turned on. I couldn't help but notice
that the room was also bigger, keeping place with Meg. Another reminder that
this time she hadn't grown an inch. That I had indeed shrunk again. Of course,
my dick didn't care what happened and stood at rigid attention inside my loose
sweatpants as Meg gently squeezed and tugged on its shaft. But just then she let
go.

"Or maybe you're not small enough yet," she said wickedly.

"What?! You're as big as you were before, maybe BIGGER! What the hell do you
mean not small enough?"

"You were still kind of big for me even then, Shortstuff." She touches the tip
of my erection through my pants.

"A little smaller, wouldn't hurt." She smiled

"Smaller? I'm only 4 and a half friggin' feet tall now!"

"I know, lover, but you insisted on swallowing so much of that potion, I can't
imagine 4'6" is the end of your journey."

"But I-"

"But you're probably even shrinking as we speak, or powering up for another
fantastic constrastic demonstration." She lightly stroked the side of my face
and ran her finger up to the top of my head, mussing my hair.

I just looked up at the woman who was now a full head taller than me in shock.
She was probably right. And what's worse is that she's already attained the
height advantage that she held over me before. True she hadn't regained the
amazonian breasts, or voluptuous hips, but the slender, delicate features of Meg
didn't look so fragile anymore. And any minute now she, and the rest of the
world, could get a heck of a lot bigger.

"The question remaining for me is whether I should strip you naked by force, or
just wait and let things take their unnatural course till you're too small to
wear them." She clasped her hands to her breast, "Oh, Steve... isn't this
exciting?"

I just stood there trying to get a grip on myself. She looked big. She was
definitely heavier than me now. Maybe 210. Last time I checked I could press
about 200 pounds. If she's not stronger than me, I bet she's at least my equal.

"You know," she began. Her finger began tracing a line down my chest toward my
waist. I readied myself to defend against her fore-warned amazonian attack. It
didn't come, instead her hands leapt back to the hem of her own shirt, another
little number from Victoria Secrets. This one declaring that she was "naughty".

"Normally I feel so vulnerable in my underpants," she began to hike the shirt
up, exposing her toned stomach and unnecessary, but attractive dark green bra
housing her petite breasts. Her voice returned dragging my attention from her
exhibition.

"But now that you're a twerp... It somehow feels empowering." she fully removed
her shirt now and almost immediately went to work on the shorts.

"After all, you're not much of a threat to a big girl like me, are you?" she
smoothly unbuttoned and dropped her pants displaying her small matching satin
panties. Stepping out of the pool of discarded shorts the 6'7" woman reached
over and mussed my hair. Taunting me.

"So if I say you can look but not touch, that's a command not a suggestion, OK?"
she said with a glare that threatened as much as it promised.

All right she was big dammit, and beautiful, and she might out weight me by 30
pounds or so. And I might have shrunk 15 inches in the last 15 minutes. And I
imagine that I was looking pretty comical in my misfitting, oversized clothing.
But that didn't mean I was powerless! I had spent the last 12 years of my life
working out and I was an accomplished hand to hand combatant in 4 different
forms of martial arts. I wasn't as helpless as this very tall girl seemed to
think, and it about time she learned that.

Part V - A Little Resistance

"What do you think, they match and everything." Meg said and twirled around
showing a lovely display of her modest curves.

"What? Oh the underwear...Wonderful. Stunning" I said truthfully, "But I can
think of one thing to make them even better." She fixed me with a cocked eyebrow
and a discrediting stare. She knew I was up to something.

"What's that?"

"If they were over there," I said gesturing to the corner of the room.

"Now you just wait a minute, Littlema-aaAAH!" she started to say. But I had just
waited until she smiled unbelievingly down at me and half closed her eyes and
then... I attacked.

With speed the surprised even me I lunged forward and downward to the right of
the towering brunette's long legs. And then, as though facing a large (very
large) opponent, I shifted my hips heavily and struck one of the areas that
greater size doesn't compensate for... the knees. With my center of gravity
wheeling gracefully under my control I brought my left leg hard and straight
into the back of Meg's knees. A move meant to drop an opponent to the ground
with minimal damage. And seeing that I would never want to hurt my enlarged
lover I made sure to further reduce the impact of the fall by guiding her to
land on her bed. The sweeping side-kick was executed perfectly despite the
unfamiliarity I had with my reduced mass, and Meg was driven down like a felled
tree. And she landed heavily on her prettily pantied posterior. I finished my
kick by rising to my feet and watching. It all happened so fast that Meg was
still in mid fall. The look of shock on her face is one that'll keep me warm and
content for the rest of my life.

Of course I couldn't afford to let up for an instant, despite my training and
skill, Meg had almost a foot on me, and a significant weight advantage.
Regardless what they tell you in TV and movies, those two things matter a lot.
So almost before her ass hit the sheets I was on her again. This time with my
arms reaching under her left thigh to grab the top of her right one, as she
bounced I pulled with all of my might and rolled the big girl over onto her
stomach with her firm round ass pointing skyward. Then smoothly jumping onto the
small of her back, I pinned her down facing her feet. Positioned like this I
hoped I still weighed enough to keep her from easily rolling over. If she
managed to get her legs underneath her, she'd be able to buck me off her back
like a bronco. So I moved quickly, ripping the bikini straps on the sides of her
underwear and then jerked the now torn undergarment out from under her. This
beautifully displayed the twin curves of her ass, which I first kissed and then
smacked. Hard!

"Ow!" She said, "Why you little..." she was grumbling angrily but she couldn't
mask the humor in the back of her throat.

Her arms were pretty much useless the way she was currently laying, so her next
move was to attempt to turn over. As she did so I quickly stood just a little,
relieving the pressure that had been pinning her. The result of which was she
turned more readily than she expected, allowing me to resettle myself on her
stomach instead of being thrown. Still she reacted quickly, sitting up and
reaching to grab me. Instead of worrying about her catching me with her large
hands, I shoved my smaller arms inside of hers and pushed on her big shoulders.
Simultaneously I pushed my groin into the center of her stomach. Collectively
the effort gave me the leverage I needed to knock her back onto the bed.

She growled with furry. Obviously she didn't think that she could have been so
easily pushed around by a smaller man. Although her eyes blazed at me, for the
moment she laid right where she was, panting on her back. Her hot little nipples
pushing excitedly against the inside of her bra. I sat straddling the amazon's
stomach holding my prize out in front of me, the hourglass shape of her torn
underwear dangling down and tickling her lower ribs.

"And that'll teach you to be so condescending. Do not underestimate me again,
Grasshopper."

"Yes, I know, I know," she said rolling her eyes "You're a mighty pygmy
warrior."

"Oh that tears it!" I said with bravado "Now the bra comes off too, Missy!"

She giggled.

But suddenly I didn't feel so normal. My head felt kind of swimmy. I looked at
the triangle of underwear that I was holding in my hands. It seemed to swell in
size, growing outward in all directions. The once little frilly things were
becoming more and more substantial. Meg's eyes widened as her face drifted
farther away from me. Her hips widened underneath me, forcing me to go
bow-legged as I continued to straddle her. The fabric of my shirt seemed to flow
off my shoulders, until it looked as though I was wrapped up in a blanket rather
than a small woman's T-shirt. Looking back to Meg, I saw the devious blaze in
her now much larger eyes. Her look of shock calmed, and one eye-brow cocked
itself evilly. A slow crooked smile pulled itself onto her lips. I looked around
the rest of the room quickly. To my dismay everything looked taller, farther
away. Bigger. The tiny underwear in my hands, resembled a large handkerchief
now. And the woman I was on top of was no longer an amazon, she was a giantess.
The tide was about to turn.

"Ahem," Meg coughed to get my attention. I looked back to her large face.

"Get off me." Her tone was calm, but commanding. I did as I was told, easing a
leg over so I was kneeling beside her.

"Good," she said, pleased. She sat up, and I reflexively took a step back. She
was so big!

"Now get onto the floor," I looked down off the edge of the bed, it was at least
three and a half feet to the floor. But I clearly remembered that Meg's bed
matched her small stature and was only about 2 feet of the ground. I had just
gotten a hell of a lot smaller.

"Steve," she stressed again, "off the bed!" This time I snapped to, not that I
had much of a choice. One of Meg's large hands appeared behind me and she
lightly swatted my ass, encouraging me to hop off the bed. I landed easily, but
was still stunned to find the top of the bed chest level to me. The giantess
slid her long legs over onto the ground, making no effort to cover her
nakedness. She smiled down at me, reasserting the fact that she was taller than
me even when sitting down. She got up, stretching slowly and enjoyably to her
full height.

Now dressed only in her bra, I watched as her satin covered breasts rose higher
and higher over my head. I fell victim to my nature and stood staring until Meg
was standing straight up. She took one small step toward me, standing
dangerously close. Shifting my eyes to look straight ahead, I peered into Meg's
belly button which now seemed about an inch above my eyes. I couldn't help but
look down admiringly as well.

"Ahem," she said and I quickly looked up and up to meet her gaze. Meg was now at
almost 10 feet tall. She stood there looking down at me through her minimal
cleavage and smiling. Eyebrow still mischievously cocked. I could see the word
'revenge' boiling in her eyes.

"Run," she warned.

Part VI - Stevie's Spanking

Overcome with a fear that was a little too real, I mentally tripped over the
fact that this diminutive girl, barely 5 feet tall now had total power over me.
I took a step backward. My huge shirt fumbled my every move, and the giant
sweatpants slipped off my legs causing me to stumble.

Meg took a step forward, her long legs no longer hindered by even her
underpants. She didn't look like a little girl anymore. I turned and ran as fast
as I could across the gigantic spread of the bedroom. Scooping up the gown-like
shirt I freed my legs somewhat and made for what I hoped would be the door, but
was in fact just a randomly selected direction. It turned out to be toward her
closet.

Meg waited a single second (possibly to enjoy the sight of my frantically
running form) and then sprung into action. Her legs now almost twice the length
of mine propelled her much faster than I could go. Overtaking me easily, she
swept me into the air. I struggled in her grip as I felt the ground slip away
from me, but her hands were like iron. She held me eye level with her and pushed
me into the closet door, butt first. The action knocked some of the wind out of
me. It wasn't too hard, but I was powerless to stop her from doing worse if she
wanted to. And before I could catch my breath, her huge lips descended on mine.
Meg's kiss was immense, her lips not meeting mine so much as covering them. Then
she thrust her large tongue inside my mouth, casually knocking my own tongue
aside as she probed and explored. The experience was intense and when she
decided to pull away, she left me pinned against the door gasping for breath.

"Little Boy," she stressed. "You are about to get the spanking of your life!"
She carried me to the bed, and with casualness that was almost as humiliating as
my approaching spanking her strong hands pushed me over her knee. She quickly
stripped me out of my last remaining, vastly oversize garment, leaving me
completely naked.

"Mmm-mmm. What a nice little ass you have," Her large hand began to gently
caress it. I could feel just how much surface area she could cover now. She
began to trace little tickling circles. With my butt helplessly pointing
skyward, that left my cock pushing into her lap. Conveniently it fell into the
small valley between her thighs, because she had me rock hard and I needed a
little extra room. Suddenly Meg's skilled fondling stopped and I felt her body
tense.

SMACK! "That's for being mean, and this..."

SMACK! "...is for tearing my underwear. And this..."

SMACK! "...is for getting too get for your britches," she laughed and cupped my
stinging backside. "Not that that's really an issue anymore. Now I want you to
remember, little boy, you brought this on yourself."

They were fierce blows, but I could already tell only for fun. She was strong
enough now to snap me in two if she wanted.

"You thought you were big enough to handle me."

SMACK! "But you're not."

SMACK! "And its nobody's fault but your own, Shortstuff." She sounded casual,
like my struggles meant nothing to her. Which at my current size they probably
didn't.

She paused for a moment and whispered in my ear, "You know, I'm really enjoying
this."

SMACK! These were beginning to hurt.

"And you know what else," she paused a moment and lightly tapped my reddening
ass. "So are you."

"No! Its not true," I squirmed.

SMACK! "Admit it."

"No!" I said stiffly.

SMACK! "Admit it! You love me being a big girl."

"No!"

SMACK! "This whole shrinking thing really turns you on, doesn't it. You love
looking up to me!"

"You're crazy!"

SMACK!

"Ow! OK, that one got me."

"Admit it, Shorty! You're secretly hoping that you get even smaller."

"No."

SMACK! "YES!" She said.

"No!"

SMACK! "You Love IT