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My Own Worst Enemy by Spitfire

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My Own Worst Enemy

By Spitfire

Feb 25, 2009

I am truly my own worst enemy. I mean I had it all and I messed everything up. It’s my want for things I could never or should never have that has led me to this state I’m currently in…

I had always preferred tall women, but had never found one who was even remotely attracted to me. Another reason could have been the fact at 5’10” the amount of women who were taller than me was fairly low. Well, that has changed, that’s for sure!

Anyway, it all started after I had been surfing the net, looking at tall women, amazons and reading stories about men shrinking and women growing. All of this in addition to the fact I’ve always fantasized about being with taller/larger women led me to become slightly dissatisfied with my shorter girlfriend. What a dumb-ass! I mean she was the total package, just not quite tall enough at 5’4” tall. Even in “normal” heels, she was still shorter, although a few times I was able to convince her to wear a pair of 8” heels with 3” platforms. It was such a turn-on to see her looking DOWN at me for a change. To her it was fun and different, but again according to her, it was not something she would prefer all of the time…having me be shorter than her.

Eventually, my whole life had become consumed with fantasies of my girlfriend somehow growing taller. In my head, I knew this was impossible as she was 24 and beyond the point of further growth. I went as far as looking into covertly giving her human growth hormones, but found out that at this point, it would be fruitless and would cause her health problems. Definitely not the results I was looking for. I wasted a lot of money on concoctions, devices and voodoo spells and other methods to make her taller, to no avail. Who could have known it would have been this easy. I would tell you how I was able to make this come about, but I don’t want it on my conscience that I would be responsible for putting you through the trials and tribulations I’ve been through. So let’s just say…I found a way!!! We will refer to this “way” simply as “the plan”.

The first morning after “the plan”…

I slowly woke up after last night’s session of marathon sex. The last thing I remembered was the strange sinking feeling and the sensation Sheila was starting to feel heavier on top of me as she screamed in orgasmic pleasure. I saw her roll off to the side and pass out. Then I felt the room go dark as I also passed out. I couldn’t believe how exhausted I felt. And honestly, I was relatively shocked to see our relative sizes had in fact changed...just as planned. This was great! I was so used to being 6” taller and overall larger than Sheila, I immediately noticed her 4” increase and concurrent 4” decrease in size. Her legs seemed so long now, a few inches longer than mine! She looked absolutely gorgeous lying there…contently smiling from last night. To think she had gone from 5’4” to being 5’8” tall. It made me so horny that I really didn’t think how it would impact me being 5’6” or even shorter.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, I felt her grab me and pull me back close to her. I immediately noticed how it was less of a strain for her and my own feeling of “lightness”. I let out a “whoa” from not expecting to be yanked back into bed. Before I could make any more observations or even ask Sheila if she had noticed, we were once again back at it. She must have still been horny from the stuff I gave her last night. It was all so indescribably erotic. I couldn’t figure out if she noticed or why she didn’t notice the change in our relative sizes, but at that point, I didn’t really care. It felt so indescribable having her actually taller and larger than me (instead of just wearing heels). It made such a difference. I was still in disbelief that she didn’t notice. I guess she was too busy screwing my brains out. All I knew was after this session, it would be impossible for her not to notice!!!

It was no longer morning. I was late in the afternoon…almost 4:00. I slowly slid to the side of bed. Slightly alarmed at the fact my feet didn’t touch the floor quite as they did last night before the plan went into effect. My feet finally touched the floor…I stood up straight and immediately noticed everything in the room was higher. Well stupid, I thought to myself, it should be! After all, you’re 8” shorter than you were last night! I was shaking with excitement at the fact of Sheila waking up. Or maybe it was the part of me that had sense shaking because she would totally shit once she woke up and found herself to be 6’! And instead of being 6” shorter…now ten inches TALLER than me!

Again she rolled over with a smile on her face. She reached out and squeezed my butt. “Ummm, you’re going to have to start eating better sweetie, you’re getting a flat bony little butt!” she chided. I tried to play it off, but then I saw the look of slight disbelief on her face as she was trying to ascertain what was going on. I could see it on her face she felt herself in bed and noticed the bed seemed smaller…her hand seemed larger upon my body and her arms stretched further across the bed in relation to where she was lying. Well, I guess this is the moment of truth! I watched as she slid to the side of the bed, her feet touching the floor a lot sooner than she was accustomed to. Then she stood noticing she was eye level with me…and still not standing up completely straight! When she straightened, she immediately looked to the floor as if she were expecting to be standing on some sort of platform or something…but no, she was standing on the same floor level as I was, both of in bare feet. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE, KYLE!” she yelled. “What in the hell?” She looked down at me in disbelief. “What the fuck did you do to me? And what happened to you? I’m God damned amazon and you’re a fucking shrimp!” Unfortunately, her reaction was not the one I would have preferred, but the one I kind of expected.

With a stupid grin on my face, I tired to explain “the plan”. Then Sheila looked at the clock…”SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I’m going to be late for work!” With a furious look in her eye, she looked at me and said, “I’m going to have to deal with this and YOU later. If I’m late one more time, Todd is going to fire me for sure. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! None of my clothes are going to fit me now! Now what am I going to do?” She said in a panic. I meekly suggested, “Well, maybe you could call off?” Sheila fired back, “Call off? What in the hell would I say? Sorry Todd, I can’t come in tonight because none of my clothes fit me…why BECAUSE I’M 8 INCHES TALLER! I can’t call in “tall” you dumb shit!” Suddenly I sensed the seriousness of the situation and suggested, “Well, maybe you can wear something of mine.” Angrily she relied, “Well, I guess I don’t have a frigging choice now do I? SHIT!” She then quickly got into the shower while I tried to find her a pair of my dress pants that might fit her. Not much luck…Simply because, not only would her legs be longer at my old height, she was an additional 2” taller than I used to be. Oh…she’s really going to be pissed now!

Sheila stepped out of the shower…a vision of such sexual attractiveness…man the perfect fantasy woman for me. It was a damned shame she was so pissed at me she wanted to rip my head off! I hesitantly handed her the pants. Then I watched as she strained to put them on…wiggling to get her now larger hips into them and then finally…the look on her face as we both noticed my old pants looked like Capri’s on her! “SHIT! What am I going to do now?” she said in a very angry tone. I just stood there dumbly…without an answer…still trying to drink in how gorgeous she looked. “This is just going to have to do. God Kyle, what am I going to do? I’m really going to deal with you when I get home from work!” With that she rushed out the door and off to bar-tend at the Ugly Stick Saloon. I just stood there dumb and naked.

Standing on my tiptoes, I peered out the apartment door peephole and watched her sexy ass and long legs rush out. If I wasn’t so dang scared, I would probably have laughed at her as she struggled to get into her Metro! A stream of obscenities flowed from her mouth as she struggled to move the seat back just so she could get in. Ut-Oh! Aw shit! I see a familiar car pull up beside her. It was Sheila’s little sister, Meagan. Then I heard Meagan. “Sheila! What the hell happened to you? Did you overdose on some Ortho plant grow or something?” Even more pissed Sheila replied, “I don’t have time to deal with you or explain this to you right now, I’m late for work!” And with that she tore off out of the parking lot. Oh, damn! Meagan was walking up the sidewalk and towards the door. Ah, man! I couldn’t let her see me like this!

Meagan, of all people! Before we go any further, let me explain. Although Sheila and Meagan are sisters, they were polar opposites. Sheila is intelligent, dark skinned, brunette, toned and athletic. Meagan on the other hand is kind of ditzy, fair skinned, blonde and had a body that looked like it was created by a demented 8 year old by using nerf tinker toys! Her measurements were ridiculous! I mean she was only 5’ tall, but man! She had a 44” chest, a 22” waist and 38” hips…round and voluptuous all over. Like I said, she was the opposite of Sheila in many ways, although they both worked in the same bar, they had very different jobs. Sheila detested her job, but made just enough money bartending to put herself through school. She was very proper and for lack of a better word…girly. On the other hand, Meagan was one of the “exotic dancers” who worked at the same bar…absolutely loved the attention and was quite a tomboy and hell-raiser. She blew all of her money on her car and clothes…her clothes! God I wish Sheila would dress like her sister. Those platforms she wears and those leather mini skirts and low-cut blouses…ah man!

As my mind wandered, thinking about how sexy Meagan looked I was quickly brought back to reality by her goofy, squealing voice. “Is anybody home?” Oh damn! What am I going to do now? I couldn’t let her see me like this! I quickly turned around to run my little naked ass into the bathroom. Then I heard the knob rattle. Oh, no…she has a key to get in! Just as I closed the bathroom door, I heard her shrill little voice echo inside the apartment. “Hello, is anybody here?” I yelled through the door, “I’m in the bathroom, can you come back later?” With that she replied, “I’d rather not. Do I have to? My cable was shut off and I wanted to watch “Rock of Love” tonight. Is that okay?” What was I going to say? Before I could think of a reason for her to leave, I heard her turn the television on. What was I going to do? She obviously was not going to take the hint I didn’t want her there! I looked around for something to put on. All that was in the bathroom was Sheila’s pink bathrobe. Ah, man! I slipped it on and briefly chuckled at how it looked kind of big on me now.

I listened at the door to make sure “Rock of Love” was on and not a commercial. Hopefully, she would be too interested to notice me as I sneaked out of the bathroom. I slowly, quietly opened the door. Ah, she’s on the couch…I opened the door and tiptoed through the hall. Then I stepped onto the wrong part of the floor. It let out a loud creak…Meagan turned around…BUSTED! “At first she didn’t know what to say, she just burst out into laughter. I quickly ran to the nearest chair in hope she wouldn’t notice my change in size. “What the hell are you doing Kyle…wearing my sister’s robe?” Then she once again burst into laughter. I was feeling fairly safe she hadn’t noticed my state, when she stopped to ask, “What the hell is going on Kyle? For Christ sake, Sheila looks like a female NBA player wearing incredible hulk pants and you…then again she giggled…and you look like a junior high kid running around in Sheila’s frilly robe. I tried to deny my “change”, but it was hard to dispute.

Then she stood up and walked over to the chair. Wearing her usual 4 inchers, she would be 2” taller than me now! She stood in front of me. I stuttered and tried to deny I had gotten smaller. Then she told me to stand up. Before I could say or do anything else, she picked me up under my arms and “helped” me to my feet! Oh, man! Just as I figured, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing now! Looking up at her, compounded with the fact I didn’t feel all that manly in my girlfriend’s robe really made her look and feel amazonic now. “She gasped and once again laughed, “God, what the hell happened to you Kyle, you’re even shorter than me!” In my own feeble defense, I argued that it was because she had on heels. “She stepped out of the heels and said looking up slightly, “Okay so now I’m not wearing heels, but that doesn’t change the fact you usually tower over me by a good 6” even while I’m wearing them! What is going on with you and Sheila, Kyle?

(Meanwhile at the Ugly Stick Saloon)

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I’m so sorry Todd, I know I’m late!” Sheila said. Todd replied, “Yeah, you’re late, you’re lucky I don’t fire your ass!” Then he walked closer to her and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “You’re not Sheila! What the hell is going on here?” Sheila argued back, “Todd, it is me!” Todd shook his head in disbelief and said, “Look I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know you’re not Sheila. Sheila is nowhere near your size! What did she do, ask you to fill in for her and think I wouldn’t notice cause you look just like her? Well, there’s only one problem; you’re a foot fucking taller than Sheila! Tell Sheila nice try and she can pick up her check next Friday!” Frustrated, Sheila argued, “Todd, it is me! Damn, what do I have to do to convince you?” Then Todd gave her a good long look and once again his jaw dropped, “But…but…but how! How did you get so damned tall since I saw you last night? What are you doing, some kind of lab experiment for extra money or something?” Sheila replied, “Well, I guess that’s a good of an excuse as anything I could come up with Todd, so yeah.” Todd stood there in disbelief for a few moments and then he calmly said, “Well, I guess you’d better get to work.” Then he walked away talking to himself and shaking his head…

(Back at the apartment)

I tried to play it off and say, “It’s a long story and I really don’t want to go into it.” Meagan persisted, “That’s okay, I really don’t have anything to do I have tonight off, so you can take all of the time you want to tell me the whole story.” SHIT! What was I going to do now? For the next hour she persisted and persisted until I finally broke down, So I told her. The whole time she stood there in total wide-eyed disbelief, the look her face reminded me of a child’s when you tell them a far retched story. Amazingly, she believed me. Then she shocked me with the unexpected. “Could you make me taller too?” I stuttered, “Umm, umm, I could but, but…Then she interrupted, “But what?” I mustered the words, “But we’ll have to, you know…” I saw the light come on over her head, “You mean we gotta fuck?” I could only nod my head. “Well, let’s get it on then, sweetie!” Before I could react, she reached over to pull my robe off. I grabbed her hand, tried to stop her and protested, “But Meagan, I’m your sister’s boyfriend!” She begged and pleaded, “Come on Kyle, please? Do you realize how much money more I could make as a dancer if I were taller? And now that I know how much you like taller girls, wouldn’t it be great if I were taller? Can you imagine how much sexier I’d be?” That was all it took! I always suspected I was dating the wrong sister, as Sheila was never too keen on the idea of being taller than me, but here was this big boobied blonde wanting me to make her an amazon! I know, I know…thinking with the wrong head…I know, I must have been first in line for brains, but unfortunately I had to hold the door for everyone else! But Sheila and the consequences of sleeping with her sister was the furthest thing from my mind! The simple fantasy of making Meagan my “personal” amazon was enough to block out all sensible thought.

I hesitantly let her pull the robe off me. Ah, how weird this felt…looking down only slightly seeing her beautiful blue eyes. Then I whispered and asked, “Can you put your heels back on?” She grinned and nodded her head, “yes”. “Just think, I’ll be this tall in bare feet?” she said with an excited look on her face. I shook my head no and said, “To me you’ll be even taller cause I’ll be even smaller.” Her face lit up and she said, “Oh, it’s turning me on that you’re so willing to give of yourself to make me more of a person!” Then she took my hand a guided it to her crotch…it was dripping wet! She moaned and pulled me closer as I fondled her. The angel on my shoulder was screaming at me, but the devil simply bitch slapped him and told me to let Meagan have her way with me! She backed me to the chair, as I fell into it, she got on top of me and started riding me. Within two or three few minutes, she started to feel heavier…I started to feel as if I was sinking lower into the chair and then it happened…it all went dark.

I woke up a while later. Meagan was passed out on the floor at my feet. The fact that my feet now dangled from the floor and weren’t touching confirmed “the plan” had once again worked. And yep, Meagan definitely looked taller, even lying on the floor with a stupid grin on her face. I got out of the chair and immediately felt a major difference. It was more than I was really expecting, although it was the same amount as the times before. Reality hit as I realized I was 2 inches short of being 5’ tall now! Slowly Meagan came to, rolled onto her side and then sat up. I felt a little uncomfortable now. I was regaining my senses, I guess. What in the hell did I do? Meagan looked me up and down then she began to stand. Neither of us was really prepared for this new reality. She stood up and looked DOWN into my eyes, quickly to the floor and then back into my eyes with a look of total disbelief on her face. A "towering 5'4" tall now!

A huge smile grew on her face as she gleamed, “So I wasn’t dreaming? You mean this is real? You actually made me taller Kyle didn’t you?” I craned my head back to look into her eyes and nodded my head “yes”. I could see the wheels starting to turn inside her head…and it was scaring me! I KNEW what she was going to say next and I knew it would be hard for me to say no. She isn’t…she isn’t…Yep, she is! Batting her eyes and being very flirtatious she asked, “So Kyle baby, you don’t think you could make me a bit taller? Do you sweetie?” Against my better judgment, I nodded my head “yes”. An even bigger smile grew on her face as she put her hands on my shoulders and backed me up against the wall. “In a slightly deeper voice she said, “oh, Kyle, make me taller! You do want me to be taller, don’t you?” Unsuccessfully holding back my passions, I said, “Yes, oh yes!” She grabbed the back of my neck and jammed her tongue into my mouth…Now this is what I’ve always fantasized about! Unexpectedly, I started to feel weird and…Oh shit! It’s happening right now while I’m fully awake! I was straining to reach her lips, standing on my tiptoes and then finally I couldn’t reach. I didn’t want her to realize, but as I looked up at her, I knew she did. She felt it too! The most evil and sexiest grin I’ve ever seen appeared on her face. Surely this is the same look a black widow spider gives to her mate. I watched as her body rose right before my eyes, just as I’m sure she basked in her uber sexy 5’8” frame with her exaggerated proportions. I now could no longer see her face as her breasts blocked my view now above my head!

Uh, this was not good. Any man with some sense would realize this. I just happen to not be one of these guys! I swallowed hard as I realistically assessed the situation for the first time. Oh shit! Yes, I’ve created my ultimate amazon fantasy, but at what price? Oh shit! I can’t be any taller than a grade school kid now! The last shrinking episode left me at 4’10” tall. Now I’m 4’6” tall. Tall? No tall isn’t really a good adjective when you have 4’6” in front of it! OH MY GOD! Meagan is over a foot taller than I am now and I don’t think she is really open to the idea of stopping at this point! I slowly backed up so I could assess just how much bigger she had become…Oh, what an amazon lover’s wet dream! To be standing in the gloriousness of a woman built like Meagan…towering over you! Oh, I wanted her, but she decided to have some fun with me. As I reached up to touch her breasts, she grabbed my hand. Then she grabbed my other hand and stretched them over my head. Then again backing me up to the wall, she wrapped one hand around both of my wrists. Ut-oh! THIS WAS NOT GOOD! My dumb ass failed to realize that not only would I be smaller, I would be proportionately weaker! In turn, Meagan would also be proportionately stronger…THIS WAS NOT GOOD! She chuckled as she discovered how easily she could manipulate me now. “God, Kyle! It feels like I’m wrestling around with a little kid now! You’re so fucking small! God you’re so fucking small to me now!” she said in disbelief. Then she released her grip on my wrists, put her arms around me and pulled me into her breasts! Oh, God! I heard her moan in pleasure…M-m-m-m. This feels so good doesn’t it baby?” What was I supposed to do at this point? Tell her no?

Then she must have gotten the bright idea to take it even further. She gently pushed me back and put her now huge hand under my chin…guiding my gaze ever upward into her eyes. Then she said admiring her new body, “Damn, I think I’m going to be in a new tax bracket now! I mean a 5 foot tall dancer makes decent money, but a 6 foot tall dancer can make a hell of a lot more!” And with that a sly look came over her face. “You do want me to get taller, don’t you Kyle?” Now in full grasp of reality of what I’d become, I shook my head no with a panicked look on my face. Meagan persisted, “No? But sweetie, you want me to be able to make more money, don’t you.” Then I mustered all of my courage to reply, “No Meagan, not if it’s at the expense of me losing another 4”. I mean I’m a fucking midget now! I should have never done this!” Meg wasn’t going to take no for an answer. As I backed away from her I felt her creeping towards me…stalking me as if a cat would a mouse. Then once again she rested her arms on my shoulders…trying to intimidate me with her size and once again she asked, “Don’t you want me to be taller, Kyle?” With that I moaned, “No-o-o-o!” But it didn’t matter. My head said no, but it wasn’t really what I wanted. Nothing even had to happen between us this time. I felt her arms getting heavier upon my shoulders…then I watched as her body rose once again right before my eyes! OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE! Now Meagan’s voice sounded more like a woman’s as she moaned in pleasure and tilted her head back in ecstasy...”YES…YES…YES!

I swallowed hard and shook uncontrollably out of nervousness. Holy shit! What do I do now? “The plan” wasn’t supposed to work like this! I’m supposed to be able to control the growth. If I could control this, surely I wouldn’t have let myself shrink down to the size of a 7-year-old! Well I guess that’s the trouble with plans as in every plan there is something that falls under Murphy’s Law. Oh, man! As my vision cleared, I realized I was staring straight into Meg’s abdomen. With a little quick math, I realized Meagan was now the same size as Sheila…OH SHIT Sheila! She would be coming home from work in a few hours. How would I explain this to her? Meg looked down at me with a look of satisfaction on her face and said, “Umm, you just made this big girl very happy! Are you ready for your reward, my little “magic man”, hum?”

Just then, I heard Sheila’s car pull into the parking lot. It backfired as she shut the engine off. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! You’ve got to hide Meagan, I said in a panic. Meagan calmly replied, “But where am I going to hide Kyle? Sheila already knows I’m here. My car is parked right outside.” In a panic, I said, “Well get over there and sit on the couch and cover up with the blanket. Hopefully she won’t notice how damned big you are!” With that I threw Sheila’s robe back on. I could feel my chest tighten as I realized how huge it was on me now. It was nearly down to my ankles! Just as Sheila’s key unlocked the door I jumped and landed in the chair. The feces is about to hit the ventilation device…

“Kyle! Kyle!” Sheila screamed. “Where in the FUCK are you?” I was too scared to answer. She would eventually find me anyway if she just walked into the living room…that she did. She saw me and again yelled, “Kyle, okay mister! You have a lot of Goddamned explaining to do! What in the fuck did you do to me and what in the fuck happened to you? How did you make this happen? Do you even realize what you’ve done? I just stuttered…I…I…I…I. Again Sheila yelled, “You what? I’ll tell you what! You need to tell me this is only temporary and you can make me my old size and you can make yourself your old size again! That’s what you need to say! Christ, do you realize how funny we’re going to look together now? The top of your head doesn’t even come up to my chin now! I don’t want to feel like I’m walking down the street with a little kid! Then she snatched me up by the arm to stand in front of the mirror to show me how we would look together. As soon as my feet hit the floor, she was rendered speechless…for what seemed like an eternity, she stood there with her mouth agape until finally saying, “What, what the fuck happened Kyle? You’re even smaller than you were this morning!”

Then Sheila looked over at Meagan sitting on the couch. She had a guilty look on her face. Sheila being the intelligent girl she was…put 2 and 2 together. “Did you have something to do with this, Meagan?” Dumbly, Meagan replied, “Had something to do with what?” Sheila now knew she had to have something to do with my new size. She let me go and ran over to the couch. She grabbed Meagan’s arm and expected to easily snatch her from the couch…as she SHOULD have been able to easily do had Meagan still been her tiny, 5-foot tall self. But truth be told, she was now not only also a 6-footer, but probably now outweighed Sheila by a good 20 lbs. She giggled as she watched her sister strain to pull her to her feet and finally stood up…and up to look her straight in the eye! I thought to myself how cool it would be right now seeing this. It would have been a lot cooler though had I been a fly on the wall instead of the guy that just slept with his girlfriend’s sister and shrunk 20”!

Just then I heard a loud crack…”You fucking whore! What the hell is wrong with you sleeping with my boyfriend?” Sheila screamed. Then unexpectedly Meagan didn’t slap, but punched her back…sending her flying onto the couch. Sheila immediately realized that she would probably get her ass kicked now by her formerly “little” sister if she got up and hit her back. So she slowly got back up to her feet and screamed, “Fine! Fine, you slut. You want that little fucking weirdo, you can have him! Just get the hell out of my house right now! Both of you! I don’t ever want to see either one of you again!” With that Meagan walked over to the pile of clothes she had on the previous night. She tried to pull her little leather mini-skirt up over her hips. It squeaked and groaned, but she finally got it pulled up over her huge, round basketball-sized ass! That skirt barely covered her now and you could see the seams straining. She chuckled and then she looked over at me and asked, “Hey, little guy, do you think you have any shirts that will fit me?” Still in a state of disbelief over what had just transpired, I dumbly shook my head, “yes”. She followed me back to the bedroom and rifled through my dresser drawers.

Finally we both came back out carrying garbage bags full of clothes. The only thing that would fit over Meagan’s massive tits now was an oversized Cleveland Browns jersey that Sheila bought me for Christmas. Sheila was shooting daggers from her eyes at me and I hung my head, to avoid looking her in the eye. We opened the door and both walked out of the door and into the parking lot. I can only imagine the sight we were walking together. Me, a 4’2” pipsqueak in a pink lace trimmed robe down to my ankles and Meagan…Meagan now a towering amazon in an “almost bursting at the seams” leather mini-skirt and my over-sized Browns shirt. As we got closer to her car, I half chuckled as I remembered how I once made fun of her Miata because of how small it was. Now it looked considerably bigger to me…that was until I got in and watched Meagan struggling…folding herself nearly in half just to get in. Now it was Meagan cussing up a storm getting into a car suddenly too small. We pulled out of the parking lot and I looked back with much regret. I was so stupid to do this to Sheila and myself. She didn’t deserve this. But little did I know, I was about to get just what I deserved…what I thought I wanted.

As we drove toward Meagan’s house I felt her huge hand on my leg. Then I felt her pulling my robe up, she grabbed me and said, “You know I was just thinking…this car is too damned small for me now. I’m going to need to buy a new one. And a 6’4” tall dancer would probably make more money than a 6” tall one wouldn’t she?” A look of horror cam over my face as I stuttered, “Y-y-y-ou’re not g-g-g-going to…” Before I could finish, she interrupted me and asked, “You do want me to be taller don’t you?” Without even answering, I felt myself sinking down into the seat and looked over in a panic as I saw Meagan’s head touching the convertible top and then pushing it upwards! Again, she started cussing up a storm, “Oh yeah sweetie, I’m definitely going to need a new car now!”

We pulled into her trailer park and Meagan struggled to get out of the car. “Oh, fuck it!” she yelled in frustration. She reached over and unsnapped the top, and put it down. Then she scooted her legs up the seat, stood up and stepped out of the car! I swallowed hard and tried to prepare myself for what I was about to see. But seriously, how could I really prepare myself? I fumbled with the handle and tripped over the robe. It was now covering my feet! SHIT! In 2 frigging days, I went from 5’10” to 3’10”…From being a man to a 5 year old child’s size! This would be a huge adjustment in anyone’s book. I felt 2 huge hands wrap around my waist and pulled me to my feet. “How pitifully small and helpless you are now Kyle!” Meagan said with a tinge of compassion, yet a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Here, we don’t want everyone in the neighborhood seeing us and gossiping, now do we?” And with that she picked me up with one arm, just as I was a child on her hip, and carried me to her trailer door. She opened the door and sat me down…slowly. I know she did this on purpose just to emphasize just how much larger than me she now was! And that she was, at 6’4” tall, two and a half feet taller than me now to be exact!

“Well, welcome to your new life Kyle” Meagan said. With that I looked up at her and meekly asked, “What do you mean, my new life?” She quickly changed her tone and said, “Why I’m going to market your little gift, sweetie. Do you have any idea how much I could probably get out of over three feet of height? I could be a millionaire, I’m sure. All I have to do is find more than just a few women who would like to be a little taller, you know? And knowing your affinity for tall women, I doubt that you would refuse to make them taller.” I looked up at her in horror and tried to run away. As soon as I tried for the door, she grabbed me by the arm and picked me up. Then she held her huge finger in front of my face and waved it back and forth as a mother would a child. “Ut-ut-uh!” she said in a commanding voice. “There’s no use trying to run away from me. I’m much too large and powerful for you to disobey me the slightest amount, you know?” I nodded my head “yes” in shame. I realized she COULD do anything she wanted to me at this point and I had no control. She could sense I realized this and said, “Now, you be a good little boy and go back into the spare bedroom and go to sleep.” I immediately did as she commanded. I went into the bedroom and curled up on the floor…tried to sleep, but couldn’t. At least I thought I couldn’t. I woke to the sound of voices in the living room and the sun shining through a hole in the window blind.

I stood up, and pulled the robe up over my feet. Then I went to the door. I could hear the voices outside. I immediately recognized Meagan’s voice but not the other three. By the way they sounded, it was two other women and a little girl. Suddenly the door opened and I was startled by the mountain of woman filling the doorway…it was Meagan! She took my hand and led me out to the living room to the awaiting women. They all had the appearance of very well to do women and as soon as they caught a glimpse of me, surprised smiles appeared on their faces as they looked at me with delight. The shortest of the women commented, “My he is a itsy bitsy little fella isn’t he?” Meagan and the other women laughed. I felt like I was in a cartoon…and I was a mouse in a room full of lions!

Then a short, fat red-haired woman got up, walked over to me and stood in front of me. “You know, sweetie, I’m only 5’1” tall and all of my life I wanted to be taller. If you can truly make me taller, I’ll give your girlfriend that $100,000 for every inch that I promised her!” My head was spinning! I couldn’t believe this all was happening! Then Meagan put her hand on my shoulder and said sweetly, “You do want to make her taller, don’t you sweetie? Then she embellished…Can’t you just imagine being your old size and watching the nice lady getting taller as you shrink?” I quickly shook my head no, but then I felt the sensation…I heard a snap and lost an additional 4” all at once. At the same time the woman quickly shot up 4” taller! She let out an excited squeal. Then the “little” girl stepped up to me. Oh, no! You can’t be serious Meagan! PLEASE, PLEASE, don’t do this to me!” I pleaded. She gave me a stern look that told me I had no choice.

At a miniscule 3’6”, the “little” girl was now maybe an inch or two shorter than me. I knew this wouldn’t work as “the plan” had to be connected to sexual thoughts. Then Meagan showed that she knew me better than I knew myself and could manipulate me as she wished. “Come on sweetie, you want to help this little girl, don’t you? She’s 5 years old and she’s the shortest in her class. Her mother is willing to pay a million dollars to me if we can get her up to the same height or taller than the rest of her classmates. You do want to help her don’t you sweetie?” Once again I shook my head “no” and this time nothing happened. Then she did the unthinkable; she peered into my very soul and my height fetish at its core. “No, I know you don’t want make her taller, do you sweetie? Just imagine how embarrassing it would be for you to shrink while a little girl outgrew you right before your eyes…and how a room full of big, tall women would all laugh at you for being so, so small!” With that I shook uncontrollably and felt myself sinking…the girl’s eyes meeting and then rising above mine…rising…rising ever higher! It seemed as though she was growing even more than the usual 4” and I wasn’t through shrinking yet! Her mother gasped! “Oh, my! She’s might be even taller than her classmates now!” Sure enough, whatever part of the plan had been activated, it put the process into overdrive. I had lost 8” and went from 3’6” to 2’8” now! The “little” girl grinned from ear to ear as she grew from 3’4”-3’5” to a respectable sized 5 year old of 4” - 4’1” tall. On the other hand, just as predicted by Meagan, I was EXTREMELY embarrassed as I was swimming in gown and was craning my head up to look at the “little” girl now…who incidentally towered over me by a good foot and a half now! I saw smirks on several of the women’s faces.

Just then Meagan stood over me…literally! I looked to the left and then to the right…I saw legs on both sides and then I looked straight up…and saw Meagan’s crotch! OH MY GOD! I knew at this point there was no hope of me seeing any resemblance of normalcy ever again. The chubby red-haired woman stepped forward again. She looked up at Meagan and said, “Tell you what sweetie, give me another 4” and I’ll give you a million dollars on top of the $400,000 I owe you!” Meg wasn’t about to refuse such an offer. She stepped over me, turned around and leaned WA-A-AY down to look me in the eye, I felt like the small child I was now the size of! She smiled at me sweetly and said, “You heard the nice lady, sweetie, four more inches!” I was overcome by my hopelessness at this point. The redhead stood by me and I noticed if I looked straight ahead, I was looking right at the top of her thigh. Within a few moments, I’d be staring at her kneecap! I didn’t even have to think about it, I just felt everything around me rise, especially the woman.

Down to a pitiful 28” now! Well, I guess it’s not as pitiful sounding as 2’4”, though it’s the same measurement! Not quite looking the woman in the kneecap, but I may as well have been. Get this over with and put me out of my misery already will you? I thought. Then the last of the women finally stepped forward and said, “Gee, Miss Meagan, he’s looking mighty small, do you think he’ll be able to make me as tall as you?” My heart sank as I quickly compared her to Meagan and realized the woman couldn’t have been anymore than 5’tall! Oh, no…this is not looking good for me!

 

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