Magic Wand

by Merritstone

 

Prologue

 

Three days ago Beth, Amy, and myself received a weird package in the mail.  It was a wand shaped object about a foot in length.  Half an inch in diameter and made out of a silver metal-like substance.  There were no visible buttons or levers, only three shallow grooves carved a few fractions of an inch apart toward one end.  The only other thing inside the box it arrived in was a hand printed note that said ‘Have fun.’  Although it looked harmless, we all treated it with caution… as one always should with presents from strangers.  Today we finally got up the nerve to see what it does.

 

Part I – Attention Grabbers

 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I fumbled out as the device we were tinkering with went off in my hands.  I quickly jerked the wand upward, but it was too late.  A definitive purple beam, looking like a laser through smoke, had shot from the tip of the wand.   The beam struck Amy full in the chest.

 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t even aiming it at you,” I heard myself saying, but the voice seemed distant- unimportant. 

 

Beth’s eyes were wide in shock.  A look that under normal circumstances would have been comical on her delicate Asian features.  Now it only stressed the tension we had all been feeling.  We had been playing with fire, and now Amy had gotten burnt.  I heard a crisp metallic ‘ping’ somewhere in the background as the wand fell from my hand and bounced off the table.

 

Amy’s head of shoulder length auburn locks swung down to check for damage.  Beth and I just stared in silence.

 

At first there was no sign of anything.  Amy wasn’t on fire or anything.  She didn’t seem to be in any pain as she patted herself down.  In fact she looked exactly like the attractive Irish girl she had always been.  Her slender body just shy of five and half feet tall.  Small breasts wrapped in a dark green tank top.  It left her mid-riff bare exposing her pale, flat belly.  Faded blue jeans hung low on hips a trifle wide for her thin form.  Of course they only gave her a faintly exotic favor and served as the foundation for a great ass.  I don’t want to imply that I was busy getting a good eyeful at the time, concern kept me focused… but being a male, I had ogled Amy more than a few times in the past and now extend those observations for your benefit, dear reader.

 

Amy started with her shoulders, moved to her breasts, and then worked her way down the rest of her body making sure everything was still in its place.  Upon completing her first cycle down, she reversed the process and worked her way back up.  Without having a clue how to help, I stood idly by and found myself following the progress of her hands.  It was on the way back up that something caught my attention. 

 

Two somethings. 

 

In between her first and second pass Amy’s breasts had gotten larger.  Her curves swelled more dramatically the second time she cupped them for inspection.  Further more, it was obvious after another moment that they were larger still! Her breasts were growing right before my eyes.

 

Beth and I continued to stare as Amy’s bust line quickly filled out.  The pert bumps under her shirt surged forward gaining mass, plumping up into rounded hills.  Already each breast was the size of a tangerine with their sights on much larger members of the citrus family.  The deep ‘U’ of her neckline revealed the rising inner curve of each of her blossoming breasts. Those curves deepened and then ran together into a line of real cleavage as she approached the dimensions of a playboy playmate.  Her breasts, larger than oranges now and still growing, pushed tantalizing against the springy hunter green top, pulling the fabric tight between her enlarged and stiffening nipples.  More and more of her belly was exposed as the shirt stretched to contain its two expanding occupants.

 

Actually that wasn’t quite right.  Amy’s shirt did hang off her body differently than it did before, but it seemed to be a fashion issue.  It wasn’t stretching out of shape, the fabric of her shirt was changing just as much as the body beneath it.  I admit that sounded completely impossible, but the chances that Amy’s chest would quintuple in size over the course of a few minutes weren’t exactly high on the probability meter either.

 

By the time Amy’s breasts stopped growing she had a profile to rival Laura Croft.  Firm and round, her breasts now all but thrust off her chest.  I couldn’t begin to imagine what cup size she was (a ‘DoubleD’ at the very least). Her hunter green tank top had been reduced to, not much more than, a hunter green sports bra.  I found myself speechless, scared, and turned on.

 

“Wow!” she said, “Lucky nothing happened, I was really scared for a moment there.”  She laughed causing a fabulous bounce and jiggle she should have been unaccustomed to.

 

“But… your breasts!” I said pointing.

 

“What about them?”  Her eyebrows rose and a strange smile played across her lips.

 

“They’re…  they’re…” I stuttered.

 

“Bursting with the same bouncy goodness as ever,” Amy finished for me.  She placed both hands on the table between us and shook her shoulders at me, causing a tantalizing jiggle.  She carried off the flirt with the flair of someone who had doing it for years.  She even threw me a wink.

 

“Huge. I’m trying to say they’re huge!”

 

“Thanks for noticing,” she shot a befuddled grin toward the much shorter (and still small bosomed) Beth before looking back to me.  “How long have we know each other?  Ten years? More? No offense to your male pride, you can’t make me believe you just realized how big they are. It’s not like I haven’t caught you looking before.”  She gave her breasts a little lift with small, cupped hands.

 

“But…”

 

“And that’s OK!  Its all right to look, I know they’re attention grabbers.”

 

“But…”

 

“And I must admit, most times I don’t mind the attention.  You can’t blame me, it’s not like I could hide them.”

 

“Wait!” I said loudly.  Getting the pause I desired, I continued.

 

“I’m saying your breasts are huge now, but they weren’t two minutes ago.  You were an A-cup before I hit you with the wand-thingy.  Don’t you remember?”  I picked the wand off the floor. Then remembering what I just did with it, quickly dropped it back on the table.

 

She laughed, “Are you feeling OK?”

 

“Beth, back me up here,” I pleaded.

 

There was a moment when the small Asian girl looked from me to Amy to Amy’s stupendous curves and back to me.  A look of concern held tightly in place across her attractive features.

 

“I’m with Amy on this one.”  She stated, “Are you sure you’re feeling OK?”

 

I turned on Beth, astonsihed. “What!?!”

 

“Stop kidding around, Tom.  Its spooking me out,” Beth said.

 

“I’m serious, Beth,” I said.  Then turning back to the newly busty red-head, “Amy, before I accidentally put the whammy on you, your boobs were about the same size as Beth’s.”

 

Both girls looked at each other appraisingly, and then giggled.  What the hell was going on here?

 

“Oh my god, I altered your memory along with your body.  You think you’ve always been this chesty.”

 

“Wait, you’re right! Of course I wasn’t always like this,” she slapped her hand to her forehead.  Here eyes went wide like she was snapping out of a trance.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah,” she said smiling queerly, “I didn’t have boobs at all until I was 13.  Late bloomer.  I guess I sure made up for lost time, huh?”

 

Amy spun on her heels, arms splayed.  Giving another stunning display of her figure.  She sure didn’t mind the extra attention.  Funny how that had not changed.  She was the same flirt as she had ever been.  Only now she has a new attribute to be flirty with.

 

“Regardless, your theory’s screwed,” said Beth.  “How come I remember her with big boobs, too.”

 

She grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter.  After flipping through her wallet she pulled out a picture and showed it to me.

 

“And how do you explain this?”

 

It was a picture I remembered well.  It was a shot of the three of us taken at a water park up in Canada.  I was standing behind the two girls wearing a pair of clam-digger swim trunks and vogueing a comical muscle man pose.  The girls were feigning at being wooed by my manliness, both smiling and acting weak in the knees.  Beth had her wrist delicately against her forehead and was wearing the same simple purple two-piece I remember.  A vision of beauty in herself, but it was Amy who made my eyes boggle.  There she was caught in half a laugh, dressed in the same ribbed metallic green bikini like before…  but the way she filled out the top half of it was completely new.  In the picture her large breasts strained against the small cups of her swimwear.  The picture was from last summer.

 

“What the hell was going on here?” I said out loud.

 

Part II – I’m Not Crazy

 

It was bizarre.  Not only was I the only person who remembered Amy being flat-chested, I was the only thing that remembered her being flat-chested.  Numerous pictures dating back to high school were paraded before me, even and old film project we had done together in college had been replaced with images of a much bustier version of Amy.  I was beginning to doubt my sanity.

 

“I think this is all just an excuse to talk about my boobs,” Amy smiled.

 

“Like you ever needed an excuse,” Beth teased.  “Show off.”

 

“Do you at least remember being hit by the wand?”

 

“Well, duh,” she said, “but... Nothing. Happened.” She said it carefully, trying to make it sink in.

 

“Nothing happened?” I waved a hand in the vicinity of her chest, “You call those ‘nothing’?”

 

She smiled, and rolled her eyes at Beth.  “I think that wand scrambled your brains, Tom.  But don’t worry I’ll help you remember.” 

 

Suddenly her whole manor changed in that subtle way only a woman can manage.  The whole mood of the room suddenly switched from jovial to sexy in the space it took her to draw a breath.  And what a breath it was, Amy pulled air deeply into her lungs, she rotated her shoulders back.  She did it slowly.  It made it look like her breasts were growing again.

 

My mouth fell open.

 

“Remember that time in high school when you tried to get me to touch my elbows together behind my back?  You said only girls could do it.  You even demonstrated it yourself first.”  She was all but purring as she slunk toward me. 

 

“Remember how I fell for it?” she said, pulling her arms back in a sexy imitation of her story.  “Did you get a good look at me?”

 

Of course I didn’t remember any of this.  My memory reported Amy as a thin, attractive girl who couldn’t fill an A-cup in high school.  By the time she hit college, she still couldn’t fill a B-cup.  This was getting very disturbing.  Although I must admit I was liking her version of history more and more. 

 

“Am I jarring any memories loose yet, Big guy?”

 

Amy kept moving toward me until her giant breasts pushed into my chest.  I felt their warm pliant weight spread against me, and stopped thinking of much else.

 

“You know, I’m soooo much bigger now.  I’ve probably grown two cup sizes since high school,” she smiled up at me.  “There’s so much more to look at.”

 

She stepped away from me and grabbed the bottom of her crop top.

 

“Wanna take a peek?”

 

She made to flip the tiny shirt over her head.  Just before she did-

 

“Woah, woah there kids.”  Beth stepped in and stopped Amy from exposing herself.  Actually grabbing each of Amy’s tremendous breasts in her small, tan hands.  When Amy let go of her shirt, so did Beth.

 

“<humf> I was just getting started,” Amy pouted with mock upset.

 

“I know, I know, but you’re confusing the poor boy, and I think he’s confused enough already.”

 

“Actually I was just going to straighten him out,”

 

“You straightened him out all right,” Beth shot a look toward my crotch where a painful erection was now evident through my blue jeans.  Both women laughed.  Strangely I didn’t feel that embarrassed, under the circumstances it felt like a perfectly natural reaction.

 

“Sorry,” I said.

 

“Don’t be,” smiled Amy.  Beth rolled her eyes, but then gave an appreciative glance and smirk in my direction.

 

“What about this wand,” I said, trying to bring us back on target.

 

It worked.  Suddenly we were all trying to figure out what happened.  And the girls had all but convinced me that I did indeed scramble my brain with the wand.  That I had somehow hypnotized myself into thinking that Amy was flat-chested.  I was an unwitting volunteer at a magician’s stage act.  We were even talking about how to get my memory back, until I found new resolve at lunchtime.

 

We grabbed pizza.  When I went to pay I couldn’t help but notice the photos in my wallet.  I had the same one of us at the water park Beth had in her purse.  Only in my photo, Amy’s boobs were the tiny little pert bumps of my memory, and not the gravity defying globes she had now.  Well, that was interesting.

 

“I’m not crazy,” I muttered.

 

“What?” the manager asked as she handed my credit card back.

 

“I’m not crazy,” I repeated more loudly.  I shot a glance between the giggling flat-chested Amy in my wallet and the buxom version chatting animatedly with Beth.

 

“Well… how nice for you,” the manager said. 

 

A minute later I was rushing the girls into car.  I squealed out of the parking lot, but internally I was already back at their house.  I remembered holding the magic wand.  That was how I thought of it, as a ‘magic’ wand.  I remembered thinking how wizards and witches were always turning people into frogs, or donkeys, or whatever.  I remembered thinking how stupid that was.  I mean, I’d be fucking with people, sure, but in a fun way.  In a sexy way…

 

Like maybe starting with... 

 

I remembered now because I was too shocked at the moment that Amy actually changed.   I was too scared, then too confused, and then too excited, and then confused again.   But at the beginning I was thinking of the girls.  Specifically of Amy’s tiny little boobs, and what if they were a little bit bigger.  Or a lot bigger! It was a background thought, but it was definitely there.

 

 “Hey, what’s the rush,” Beth said with a cocked eyebrow at my unconventional driving tactics.

 

“We have got to get home,” I said, “This is gonna be fun.”

 

Part 3 – For Science 

 

“And you’re sure you’re OK with this?”

 

“Yes,”  she said.  I could actually see her shrinking before my eyes.  “It’s not like it does anything.”

 

“Huh.” I said non-commitally, a smile starting to curve onto my lips.  Amy had already dropped far away from regular her height of 5’6”.  She was now distinctly petite, in another moment she was as short as Beth.  But I couldn’t let it stop there, so Amy continued to shrink 4’11”... 4’10”... and finally all the way down to 4’8”.  Wow, she was tiny!

 

The two women paid it no mind though.  They simply readjusted their gazes and body language.  Amy stood looking up at her best friend as if she always had.  No apparent awareness at all that she had suddenly shrunk almost 10 inches.

 

Her clothes had changed too, they were the same basic style, but had been reduced to fit a woman of Amy’s new found stature.  A quick glance around the apartment showed other minor changes.  All the pictures with Amy in them now reflected her shrunken state.  All the pictures taken by her had an altered view point...  a noticeably lower viewpoint which had a habit of making the things she photographed look quite tall.

 

“Are you sure you didn’t feel anything just now?” I questioned the ultra-petite, bosomy red-head.

 

“Nope.”  She said,  “Why what were you trying to do?”

 

“I was trying to shrink you,” I said quite truthfully.  I avoided mentioning that I had succeeded brilliantly.

 

“What a jerk!” she said throwing up her hands, “Like I’m not short enough!  You should be trying to make me taller not smaller. The nerve!”

 

“I don’t know Amy,” Beth laughed, “I don’t think I could get used to you looming over me.  No, you’d make a much better Barbie doll.”

 

“You two really don’t notice anything...  out of the ordinary?  Nothing at all?”  I questioned. 

 

“Only the way you’re acting.  I’m telling you that thing completely messes with your mind.  Like a super-hypnotic suggestion, or memory modification, or something,” Beth said.  She casually draped an arm over Amy’s shoulder.  Neither one paid it any mind, as though she had done it a hundred times.

 

“Point taken.  But are you still game?” I asked Amy.

 

“Sure...  just do me a favor and try to make me taller.  If you do get this thing working I want to reap some kind of benefit out of it.”

 

“Count me in, too,” Beth said giggling,  “I might be big enough for the shrimp, but I wouldn’t mind a few extra inches in the least.”

 

“OK!” I exclaimed.

 

“Don’t sound so excited, nothing’s happened so far.  Honestly I don’t why we keep trying.”

 

            “Yeah, sure...” I said.  Well let’s see if they notice this.

 

            I zapped them with the wand, and waited. I did not have to wait long.  Almost immediately their clothes seemed to take on a ghostly transparency.  Looking closely, the edges of their individual garments were fuzzing out- evaporating away.  In a moment I could see the girls’ underwear right through their fading street clothes.  A few seconds more and even they were beginning dissolve. 

 

            The clothes weren’t turning invisible, they were disintegrating.  As Amy’s top vanished her big, bouncy breasts eased from the hemispheres they were squeezed into; changing to the firm, tear shaped slopes that nature dictates.  Well, almost the shape nature dictates; thanks to the magic wand Amy’s bustline was super-naturally firm and thrusted dramatically off her chest.  I could also more clearly see the changes I had made in her earlier.  I hadn’t made her shorter, I made her smaller.  Although she was only 4’8”, Amy still had the proportions of a woman who was 5’6”.  The effect made her even tinier then she first appeared.  

 

Beth’s tan body also came into view under her diminishing clothing. Her small breasts stood very high on her chest.  Her body slender but surprisingly athletic.  I marveled in particular at the tone and definition in her strong legs, and smooth but powerful muscles of her perfect ass.  Her beige underwear was loosing its opacity, displaying everything.  I actually blushed as the last of her panties drifted away to reveal a trimmed, whispy thatch of ink black pubic hair.

 

Both girls were now completely naked.

 

Beth saw me staring at her lithe form.  Instead of being shocked or embarrassed she looked down at herself, inspecting for something out of the ordinary.  Twisting this way and that, giving me a spectacular view of her ass.  It was as if she might find a ball of lint, or a carpet fiber that was capturing my attention.  Not for a second did she think I might just be staring at her beautiful naked body.   

 

“Oh boy...  I am SO going to hell.”  I stated.

 

“Why?” Beth asked.

 

“Yeah, I don’t get it,” Amy backed her up.

 

“Uhm...  don’t either of you feel a little cold,” I asked.

 

 “No...” Amy said, looking at me oddly.

 

Even as she spoke I realized the house was about 10 degrees warmer than it had been a minute ago. I had assumed the rising heat was only in me. It was beginning to make sense. Naturally the thermostat would be higher, my two little nudists would’ve turned it up.  Every time I used the wand  the world had re-aligned itself so that the changes I made had context.  I was the only one out of the loop.

 

            “uhm...  You do remember that we’re both nudists, don’t you?”  Beth said a little awkwardly.   I looked at her.  She was looking at my pants again.  Specifically at the bulge of my erection that was growing there.

 

            “uh, Yeah.  I was just a little muddled there for a second,” I coughed

 

            Amy took a gander at my crotch, too.  She smiled and slung an arm around her taller friend’s waist.  The action made Amy’s breasts jiggle tantalizingly.

 

            “Besides, that’s a perfectly natural reaction when a hot blooded American boy is face to face with two sexy midgets like ourselves.”

 

            I blushed further.  Beth joined me.  Amy’s smile widened.

 

            “I am not a midget,” Beth stated to alleviate the tension,  “I’m just... short.”

 

            Alright, I knew I wouldn’t get any work done with the two of them standing around completely starkers.  Not that I minded, but... A couple more zaps out of the wand and they were dressed again. 

 

Mostly.

 

After the pleasure of seeing them both naked I wasn’t ready to quit cold turkey.  Soon they looked like they were ready to hit the beach on Spring Break.  Beth and Amy were wrapped in two piece string bikinis.  The dark green triangles of lycra that were trying to cover Amy’s breasts were about three sizes too small for the job.  By comparison her bikini bottoms looked modestly concealing.  Conversely Beth’s top had more fabric and less that needed covering, but the dark purple suit looked fantastic on her. Especially the thong bikini bottoms.

 

            Again the girls seemed not to notice in the least.

 

            “OK, here we go!”

 

            “You keep saying that, but nothing’s happening,” Amy said, but the wand was already working its wonders.  She had grown as tall as Beth, and in another moment she had returned to her previous height.  But why stop there?  She stretched taller, and taller.  Her body expanding equally in all 3 dimensions, she was quickly becoming an imposing figure.  Soon she was my height, and then I was looking up to her, too.  When she stopped growing Amy stood a towering 6 foot 4 inches, busty Irish goddess. 

 

            “I know, I know,” I said, my voice a little shaky, “Just bear with me...”

 

I took in the marvel of her body, trying to re-center myself.

 

“This is all ’For science!’” I added sarcastically.

 

            “Very funny, you’re a real funny guy.  You know that?” she said and casually mussed up my hair.

 

How could she not know?  Would others?  Would people not present when I used the wand remember the real Amy?  From the evidence around the room, I highly doubted it.  Just how powerful was this thing and where did it come from?  How could it alter all reality except for the wand holder? 

 

            Beth now appeared miniscule next to the red-headed Amazon.  More than a foot shorter whereas a minute ago she was 3 or 4 inches taller.  She looked like a little girl.  Well, it was easy enough to change that.

 

            “Beth before I hit you with the wand, how tall are you?”

 

            “uhm...  really, I’m 5 foot flat.  Although most of the time I say I’m five/one.”

 

            “Come again?” I prompted and zapped her.

 

            “I said I’m five foot zer-“ but suddenly an odd look slipped across her face.  “Five foot/two...  uhm.  Five/four.” She said.  Her voice quavered and questioned her own declaration.  Of course, she was five foot four now, and still growing.

 

            “Did I say five/four? I meant to say five/si...  Five/Eight.”  Said the increasingly taller Asian.

 

            “Really, five foot eight? I thought you were taller.”

 

            “Five/eight?  Yeah right, maybe in seventh grade.  I’m six foot if I’m an inch. You know we’re the same h-  uhm... you know I’m taller than you are.”

 

            She was.  A moment later she was even taller, and again I saw that queer look slide across her face.  A look that questioned what she had just said, and then calmed as it slipped out of memory. 

 

Beth topped so close to the same height as Amy, I didn’t really know who was taller.  But I knew who wasn’t- me.  It was strange, I was suddenly the shortest person in the house.  Extra weird since I had loomed over both girls moments before.

 

“Once more: how tall?” I questioned gazing up.

 

She rolled her eyes and smiled, “I just told you, I’m six foot four...  and a half.”

 

“Oh you are not,” Amy said squaring off against her friend, “I am totally taller than you.”

 

“Are not!”

 

“Am too!” 

 

A friendly argument ensued.

 

Taking a moment away from admiring the towering sexy female forms in front of me and I looked around the house.  I could see the expected changes in all the photos on the wall.  They all now pictured two very tall, very lovely ladies.  The decorations were all mounted higher on the walls, too. 

 

I smiled as I noticed a picture of Beth’s family.  Where her little sister once stood a full four inches taller than she did (always a griping point), Luanne was now dwarfed by her big sister Beth.  In fact Beth was now head and shoulders taller than everybody in her family, even the men.

 

There were other changes as well.  Beth had won quite a number of basketball trophies, her natural athletic tendencies translated well to basketball, now that she had the height for the game.  Even a state championship.  Before her growth spurt hadn’t those trophies been for Women’s Lacrosse?  And I didn’t remember a state championship.

 

No such trophies for Amy, though.  I guess the twin cannons she had on her chest must of slowed her down a bit.  Or maybe she just didn’t like basketball.

 

“OK, which one of us is taller,” Amy interrupted my thoughts.  The two giant females stood shoulder to shoulder in the doorframe, their heads only a few inches from the top. 

 

“Stand back to back,” I said.  Oh, I did like watching them push their asses together.  A fella could get used to this.

 

After a careful inspection, “I think Beth’s got a tiny edge on you, Amy.”

 

“Yes!” Beth said triumphantly.

 

“What?  No way.”  Amy said, “Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, he’s sure, Shorty,” Beth gloated.  Then laying a hand on her chest she declared proudly, “Six/four and a half.”

 

“Wait! You haven’t given me a chance to bribe the judge yet,” Amy said.

 

Suddenly she turned on me, she slid her hands up the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together.  A mind-blowing line of lightly freckled cleavage formed as she pushed her globes together.  Her nipples stiffened, making little tents in the dark green strips of bathing suit.  A suit already so tiny, it could barely cover her areola.  She smiled as I stared openly at her breasts.  She bent at the waist until she lowered herself down to my height.  This only displayed her breasts even more prominently.

 

She said, “Can’t I get a recount, Mister Judge.”  She smiled and cooed seductively, doing her giant, red-headed rendition of Marylin Monroe.  She splayed her fingers and squeezed her breasts gently, “Aren’t these worth an extra inch.” 

 

“No fair using your tits,” Beth complained.  “They have the power to numb men’s minds.”

 

“And some women,” Amy retorted. “And why exactly can’t I use them?  They’re mine. Aren’t they?”

 

“Yes, but this was a height competition, and the only time they make you taller is when you’re on your back,” Beth said.

 

“You’re just jealous.”

 

“Well, ‘duh’,” Beth said laughing now and cupping her own small breasts.  They were certainly less than a handful.  Well, we could fix that, too.

 

Part 4 - The Proof is in the Polaroid

 

            “You girls really don’t remember any of this?”  I asked staring up at the two towering beauties.  “Nothing at all?”

 

            “I remember you waiving that wand around all morning and nothing happening, if that’s what you mean,” Amy said and rolled her eyes.

 

            “None of this is strange to you at all?”

 

            “Expect for the way you’re acting, no.” 

 

            “Well, I’m telling you that this wand really works, it can alter reality.  I’ve been doing it since it accidentally hit Amy in the chest.  I don’t know how it smoothes over your memories, but it seems to alter all of reality to match whatever changes I make.”

 

            “Uh-huh...” Both girls were nodding at me like I was insane. 

 

            “You really don’t notice anything? Because I’m starting to feel weird about changing you.  It’s fun, but it’s a little scary.”

 

“Listen up, big guy. You’re NOT changing us,” Beth said forcefully, “and even if you were, we’re willing guinea pigs.  We all agreed to try this thing out together.”

 

“Yeah, don’t worry.  We trust you,” said Amy.

 

“I know.  And even that’s weird.  Why would we feel comfortable screwing around with ourselves?  With an untried mystical artifact that we got in the mail?  Why would we even think that we could?  It’s all too convenient.”

 

 “Listen the only thing that does is install hypnotic suggestions in you,” Beth said trying to calm me down.  She was actually using her height advantage to add authority to her words.  It was like she was always an amazon.

 

“No. It doesn’t and I have proof!”  I reached into my pocket and whipped out the photo of us at the waterpark.  The photo pictured Amy standing no more than 5’6” and very flat chested.  Mai was a meager 5’ tall, but otherwise proportional. 

 

Both girls stared at the photo for a moment.  Amy snorted.

 

“Yeah, right!  I understand you fantasizing about being taller than us- sure.  But where’d my tits go?”

 

“What?”  I said.

 

“My tits.  I admit you did a great job on the picture.  This is photoshop stuff, right? But I would’ve figured for you to give Beth giant hooters like mine, not the other way around.”

 

Beth took the photo from Amy’s hand and held it to the light. 

 

“It looks like its printed on real photo paper. It really is a good job. Even if you had to make me the tiny little Asian girl (how stereotypical). But seriously, how’d you do it?”

 

“I didn’t!  That’s the real photo.  I’ve kept it in my wallet ever since we had the roll developed.”

 

            “Uh-huh...” They were giving me that look again.

 

            “OK! OK! Wait a second,” I said. 

 

            I wadded up a piece of notepaper and aimed the wand at it.  Ten seconds of transformation later it was a fully loaded Polaroid camera.  To Beth and Amy it had always been there.  I acted as though I agreed with them, that I was just checking to make sure there was still film in it.

 

            “Why’d you shoot the camera,” Beth questioned.

 

            “You’ll see in a minute,” I said.  “Hey Beth you just said that you’re jealous of Amy’s breasts, right?”

 

            Beth started to respond, but Amy interrupted, “-And who wouldn’t be?”

 

            “Funny.”  Beth said.  I flashed the wand at her.

 

            Beth was suddenly growing.  He legs stretching longer while her breasts simultaneously ballooned out.  Already slightly taller than Amy, Beth quickly added inches to the difference. But up wasn’t  the only direction she grew. The minute mounds of her breasts quickly rolled into hills.  The hills grew into mountains. Her breasts positively thrusted outward, first matching Amy’s in size and then surpassing them.  When she finished expanding Beth had become the biggest person I had ever seen.  That anyone had ever seen.  Her head was mere inches from the eight foot ceiling.  If she was standing ramrod straight I’m sure she would have bumped her skull.  Her legs must have been four feet long.  Each of her breasts was a magnificent, tanned orb larger than her head.  Beth was a titaness.

 

Amazingly, her suit kept up with her changing features... barely.

 

            As expected, neither girl noticed the changes.  Conveniently, both ladies were getting used to me goggling and going momentarily mute every time I used the wand and they just laughed.

 

            “But, honestly,” Beth said shaking off the momentary confusion the changes instilled in her, “I am jealous of Amy’s boobs.  Don’t get me wrong I like having big breasts.  I really do, but Amy’s are just a little bit more manageable.”

 

            “Yeah, that’s why I like hanging out with you,” Amy said and pushed a finger into the firm contour of Beth’s breast.  “You’re the only girl I know who can make me feel flat-chested.” 

 

            “And short,” Beth added.  She was somewhere around eight feet tall.  The challenge would be finding someone who wasn’t short compared to her.

 

            “Funny.” Amy said, bringing a certain ironic closure to their exchange.  Too bad I was the only one aware of it.

 

            “Mind if I get some pictures?” I asked looking up at the pair of them.

 

            A minute later I had three sets of three pictures.  One pair had the girls voguing. Beth flexing her toned arms, Amy looking up shocked and amazed at her towering friend.  Weird thing was, Amy wasn’t actually shocked by Beth’s size and build, only hamming it up for the camera.  In the next pair Beth bent her tremendous legs and placed her cheek alongside Amy’s as they both blew a kiss toward the camera.  In the final pair I joined them in the photos, setting the camera on a timer.  Standing between the two towering, nearly naked beauties,  I don’t know if I could have smiled any wider.  I even got a gag shot.  Beth pulled her bikini top up and squeezed Amy’s head between her bare breasts.  Beth had stood behind her so Amy didn’t know it was coming.  The look on the redhead’s face alone made it a keeper.

 

               I gave half of two of the sets of photos to the girls.  I kept the other half for myself. 

 

Beth took a look at the gag photo, “Hah, Amy my boobs are totally bigger than your head!”

 

“No shit, Sherlock,” Amy said. 

 

Beth had leaned over and was animatedly pointing out Amy’s surprised reaction in the photo. “I knew they were big, but I just never had the proper perspective before to see how big.”

 

“Lucky you,” Amy said.  “I have no such problem.  They’re right in my face 24/7.”

 

“Sorry,” Beth said a little demurely.

 

“I wasn’t complaining,” Amy smiled.

 

I took the last set of photos out, the pair of pictures with me in the shot.  I asked Amy to grab something that she could recognize and mark both photos.  She did so.  Then I laid the two pics side by side and asked Beth to draw a continuous line from the left picture to the right.  She plucked a tube of lipstick from her purse (a noticeably larger purse then the one she had previously owned) and made a delicate squiggle.  Suddenly inspired I asked her to put on the lipstick and place a kiss on two different pieces of paper.

 

“Very stage show magiciany,” Beth said.  Beth had to bend heavily to write on the photos, and I gasped as I found myself staring at the cleavage between two basketball-sized breasts.  Breasts, which had somehow been stuffed into the tight purple bikini she still wore.  It amazingly still had roughly the same style and coverage it had before when it fit a 5 foot tall, flat-chested Beth.  This new and bigger Beth had the same fashion-sense, she just bought her swimwear in a bigger size.  As if anyone made clothes to fit an beautiful busty eight foot girl.

 

Suddenly I found myself wondering if they did.  Was it possible?  Beth’s suit certainly looked store bought, and when she turned around I noticed what looked like a manufacturer’s tag.  Surely a girl as big as our ‘little’ Beth must have all her clothes custom made.  How powerful was the wand? By making Beth into an amazon did the wand alter the rest of reality so that it would be acceptable?  Even expected?  By making a few whimsical alterations did I change the whole world?  Did all the shops now sell swimsuits this big?  And if they did, didn’t that mean there was a market for them?  Maybe Beth wasn’t the only eight foot girl in town.

 

“…Ground Patrol to Major Tom,” I heard Beth saying.  “I know they’re big, but if you really try I’m betting you can escape their gravitational pull.”

 

I had been lost in thought, staring directly into Beth’s boobs.

 

“Sorry Beth,” I coughed and blinked.  “Just thinking.”

 

“Sure…” she said rolling her eyes.  “Probably not too hard to figure out what you were thinking about.  Is it?”

 

“Does it start with a ‘B’?” Amy snickered.

 

“Actually they’re just a bit bigger than a B.  Somewhere closer to the triple G range,” Beth said proudly.  Then to me, “Its not like I’m not used to people starting… but jeez.”

 

I could have argued my case, but I knew I couldn’t win it.  At least my ribbing felt good natured.

 

Amy spoke up, “Whereas I am wearing a suit practically made out of dental floss and Band-Aids and I might as well be invisible!” Amy threw her hands in the air.  “It’s a whole new world when I hang out with you, Beth.”

 

Whole new world, indeed.

 

“OK.  I’m going to prove to you that I’m not crazy.  Beth take this, and Amy hold the photo.”

 

I gave Beth one of the two pieces of paper with her lip print on it.  To Amy I gave one of the photos they had both marked.  I held onto the other set.

 

“I’m keeping this one, too,” Beth said and tucked the gag photo into her bikini top, deep inside her cleavage. 

 

“Good,” I said. “Keep your eye on the photos.”

 

I look another long look at the towering beauties.  I almost hated to do what came next.

 

Amy held her picture up directly next to mine a second before I shot both her and Beth with the wand.  As the light purple beam stuck the girls, it struck me that Beth was right.  I did feel a lot like a charlatan of hocus pocus.  Only with me, two things were different. 

 

One- I was going to hold the evidence directly in their view, no sleight of hand or misdirection.

 

Two- My magic was real.

 

Both Amy and Beth were shrinking.  Rapidly reducing in size and proportion.  Out of necessity Beth shrunk even faster then her shorter, less endowed co-participant.  I was as enthralled as ever by the transfiguration, but this time there was a new feature to accompany their change.  Both girls’ eyes were wide as they stared raptly at the photos.  One in my hand and one held in Amy’s steadily shrinking fingers.  I could only see the backs of the Polaroids, but I could clearly imagine what they were observing.

 

Sixty seconds later, Amy and Beth stood at approximately the same dimensions they had began the day at.  Amy once again 6 inches taller than Beth, instead of nearly 2 feet shorter.  Their breasts dramatically reduced to the point where neither other them could fill a B-cup anymore.  Where the photo Beth tucked away was once lost between her two enormous breasts, it  now laid clearly visible on top of her left breast, held in place by the strap of her bikini top.  She had no cleavage to speak of.  

 

Other than wearing tiny two-piece string swim suits Amy and Beth were completely back to normal.  Or at least my memories rendition of normal.  They both were beautiful visions of womanhood, but compared to the way they were moments earlier both of them looked uncommonly small and girlish.

 

“How the hell did you do that?!” asked Amy.

 

“What? I did not just see that!  How is that even possible?” asked Beth overlapping Amy’s question.

 

“Show me,” I said.  They did.

 

The picture Amy held in her hand showed the three of us standing side by side.  Our heights from tallest to shortest ran- me, Amy, Beth. I had my arm wrapped around the nearly naked flesh of each of their shoulders.  Amy was smiling big and sticking out her plum sized breasts as far as she could, straining her shoulders backward in the effort.  Her head was reclined just a touch so that she wasn’t actually looking up at me, but it showed that she was aware of my presence.  Beth (almost a foot shorter than me) had a more introspective expression on her face.  She looked petite and perky in the picture, but she certainly didn’t look like she had anything to prove.  Her eyes were rolled up slightly, looking toward Amy as if questioning why she was putting on a show for the camera.

 

The picture I held in my hand showed the three of us standing side by side.  Our heights from tallest to shortest ran- Beth, Amy, me. I had my arm wrapped around the nearly naked flesh of each of their waists.  Amy was smiling big and sticking out her cantaloupe sized breasts as far as she could, straining her bikini strings to the limit.  Her head was inclined just a touch so that she wasn’t actually looking down at me, but it showed that she was aware of my presence.  Beth (more than two feet taller than me) had a more introspective expression on her face.  She looked titanic and top-heavy in the picture, and she certainly didn’t look like she had anything to prove.  Her eyes were rolled down slightly, looking toward Amy as if questioning why she was putting on a show for the camera.

 

In the upper corner of each print was the mark that Amy had made minutes before.  Although if you looked very close, it appeared that the handwriting was slightly different.  It had the same character, but the on picture I held it looked like the author was more comfortable writing a little bigger and only wrote small do to the restriction of printable space available.  Beth’s scribble of lipstick remained as well, with similar slight alterations.

 

“There you go,” I said.  “The proof is in the Polaroid.”

 

“But… how?” Beth managed to whisper.

 

As before, the girls minds, clothes, and the photo that Amy held changed along with their bodies.  In fact everything in the house changed slightly, possibly everything in the world.  It was less like I was changing them when I fired the wand, and more like I was shifting myself into a new reality that happened to match the alterations I had just pictured (and maybe some that I hadn’t).  Only myself and anything I was holding remained consistent with my own understanding of the way things were.

 

The images in the photo Amy held changed, just as the girls themselves changed and thus never seemed not to alter at all to the perspective of Amy or Beth.  Whereas my photo was entirely a different story.  It remained constant.  So as they shrunk, the increasingly petite women perceived their images on the photo I held to morph out of shape.  On my Polaroid Amy became a top-heavy amazon, Beth a huge breasted giantess.  Whereas, to me, the exact opposite was true.  To me, the picture remained constant and the girls had changed.

 

All in the eye of the beholder I suppose.

 

“Now do you believe me?” I asked.

 

Part 5 – Dinner Theatre 

 

            Even the gag photo had changed.  In fact, of the photos taken it had changed the most significantly.  Now instead of depicting Beth squeezing Amy’s head between her mammoth breasts, it glorified the shocked look on Amy’s face as Beth pulled her bikini down.  Amy was caught in mid gasp. Unintentionally flashing her small breasts and pale pink nipples to the camera.  Beth was so short that from her position behind Amy you could barely see her in the photo at all.  Just her small, tan hands pulling Amy’s top down.

 

“Tom, would you put that away?” Amy half asked and half commanded.  Beth snorted.

 

The request was reasonable since we had moved our debate to a restaurant after the girls had gotten more properly dressed (when I asked them why they were wearing bathing suits to begin with, they claimed to have changed into them before experimenting with the wand).  Regardless, naked pictures of your friends are probably not the best thing to be gazing at when in a public setting.

 

            “Yeah.  I see you’re your still looking at yours,” I said.

 

I had given them the other two shots of themselves at giant size and neither Beth nor Amy was quite ready to let these disturbing questions of what was real leave their side.

 

            “Yes, but we have the subtly and grace of women,” Beth countered. 

 

            It was true.  Although the girls were still just as obsessed with their pictures as I was with mine, they were being much more secretive about looking at them.  Discretely hiding the revealing photos under a napkin whenever someone walked close.

 

            “So do you believe me now?  You still haven’t said.”

 

            “Mostly,” Amy said, “But this is a lot to wrap your brain around.  The fact that we can’t remember anything different is too weird.  I’m used to trusting my mind.”

 

            “Its not just that,” Beth said. “Its that we remember stuff that you say never occurred.”

 

“Yeah,” Amy said. “I distinctly remember Beth grabbing my top and making me flash you, but you say it didn’t happen.”  Amy managed to flush only a little as she said this.

 

            “It didn’t.”

 

            “And yet you have the proof that it did right there!” Beth said picking up the conversation and pointing at the picture in my fist.  “If we have to believe your story, why don’t you have to believe ours?”

 

            Beth had a point.  I stared at the picture anew.  This certainly confirmed that everything was not back to normal.  Beth and Amy looked like they did when they got up this morning, but they had distinct memories that I didn’t share.  I mean, if we had returned to the starting point shouldn’t everyone be on the same page mentally and physically? 

 

Somewhere in the back of my head I could hear Bradbury frantically typing about someone accidentally stepping on a butterfly at the dawn of time.

 

            “…Maybe it’s a two way street,” I finally admitted.  

 

            “Meet me halfway?” Beth said.

 

            “Done,” I said.

 

            Amy basically just smiled and shrugged her shoulders at this part of the conversation.  She didn’t seem quite so concerned with the philosophy revolving the around wand, and much more interested in the results. 

 

“So which is real?” Amy asked.  “Are we short and flat, or tall and chesty?”

 

            “Or in my case- Gigandonormous and crazy stacked,” Beth interjected.

 

            “Or is it somewhere in-between?” Amy finished with a raised eyebrow.

 

            “According to the photos, and your own logic, both are true,” I leaned back in my chair, a slow smile spreading across my face, “Which way do you want it to be?”

 

            Both women sat up a little straighter.  They shot a brief glance toward each other, then Beth looked up and Amy shot a small pout in the direction of her miniscule breasts.  Tactically, neither woman spoke.

 

            “Do I still have your permission to use the wand on you?” I asked.  The wand sat safely on the seat next to my thigh.

 

            “Yes!” Amy said quickly.  Hopefully.

 

            Beth was much slower to respond, “…yes.  I suppose, but it’s a little weird not being aware that anything has changed.  Whatever you change, I’ll think that was the way it always was.  It’s a little creepy.”

 

            “Hmmm.  Maybe now that you believe me about the wand you’ll be better at noticing when things are altered,” I suggested.  “When I made you grow that first time there was a moment where you almost seemed to figure it out.”

 

            “Really,” she said.

 

            “Yeah.”

 

            “I still can’t believe I was taller than you.”

 

            “Play your cards right and you could be again,” I said, a touch of whimsy in my voice.

 

            “OK,” Beth smiled.  She leaned across the table and touched my face, “I really do trust you, you know.  We both do.”

 

            I smiled.  Next to that the power of the wand seemed insignificant.

 

            That wasn’t to say I didn’t plan on using it.  This was too much fun.  I grabbed the rod lying on the booth next to me and a moment later Beth’s breasts were rapidly swelling to more healthy proportions.

 

Her blouse grew tight.  Once again, not from the strain of the expanding bosom beneath it, but from changing fashion.  A slim chested, petite woman generally buys a different type of clothing than a then same woman endowed with a majestic pair of double D’s.  The scoop neck in the beige garment was once modest, barely dropping beneath her collarbone.  Now I watched as her neckline had dropped significantly as Beth’s chest expanded.  Soon it clearly displayed the tops of her tan breasts. 

 

Casual observation revealed that her bra had also changed.  Instead of wearing the soft and conservatively padded lacey brassiere she wore moments before, Beth now wore one of those satiny ‘barely-there’ bras.  The old bra had created a slight and vaguely womanly form underneath her shirt, but the padding disguised her shape as much as it enhanced.  The new bra supported Beth’s large breasts, but also hugged them to better display her own dramatic curves and natural firmness.  Where once there had been a slight and somewhat ambiguous swelling underneath her shirt, there was now unmistakably a very healthy bosom.

 

            As thrilled as I was to watch the transformation, a small part of me marveled knowing that these changes hadn’t only occurred here.  Beth’s entire wardrobe had changed to match her new proportions.  Every photo, every memory.  Things obvious and obscure had all become something new.  They were now all things from a world in which Beth was a very busty young woman.  Everything except for me.

 

            Best of all, the wand had no visible effect this time.  No glow.  No beam.  We were in public and I didn’t want a pyrotechnics show.  The wand happily obliged.

 

            “You did something didn’t you?” Beth said suddenly.

 

            “Yeah! Did you sense something?” I asked excitedly.

 

            “Not exactly,” Beth smiled.  “You just got that look on your face.  I’m starting to get used it.”

 

            “If you only had my perspective, you’d stare too,” I said.  Then gesturing to both women I asked, “OK.  So what did I change?”

 

            Amy and Beth stared around the room, at themselves, each other.  Amy stared a moment too long at our waitress (who was uncommonly tall- but not supernaturally so) and had to wave her off when she came to ask if we needed anything.

 

“It was something to do with our breasts, wasn’t it?” Beth asked glancing down her own cleavage.

 

            “Maybe,” I smiled.

 

            “Oh my god!” Amy said a little too loudly, “You shrank my boobs!  Didn’t you?”  She actually pulled her shirt collar open and stared down at her breasts. 

 

            “Why would you say that?” I said starting to chuckle.

 

            “You did! Didn’t you,” Amy said, now in a forced whisper.  “Damn it, I can’t even remember having large breasts.  Its like I’ve had these tiny little tits all my life.”

 

            “Oh shush,” Beth said placing a loving arm around Amy’s shoulders.  She pulled the red-head close to her side, making sure that one of her, Beth’s, heavy breasts pushed firmly into Amy’s ribs.  “I’m sure if you’re nice, maybe someday Tom will be sure to make you almost as big as me.”

 

            “Almost?” Amy grumped, “I’m betting I was even bigger than you.  That’s exactly the kind of thing he’d find funny.”  That was true enough, but the rest of her deduction was distinctly off target.

 

            “Ladies, ladies, you’re forgetting something.  A very important something,” I said.

 

            “What?” they asked in unison.

 

            “I’m a guy.”

 

            “What does that-,” Amy started.  “Did you used to be a girl?” Then whispering, “Did you just use that thing to turn yourself into a boy?”

 

            “No.  Wow, but no,” I said.

 

            “So then what does that have to do with anything?”

 

            “Its more obvious than it seems.”

 

            Beth figured it out first.  “He’s a guy,” she said.  “And how many guys would be interested in making breasts smaller?”

 

            There was a distinct and pronounced shifting of attention from Amy’s chest to Beth’s.  Nothing tangible yet undeniable.  Amy stared at Beth’s enormous bosom as if for the first time.

 

            Amy’s mouth fell open.  Beth re-appraised herself, shuffling through memories.

 

            “And for the record, Amy, you were almost right.  You did used to have bigger breasts than Beth.  Right up until two minutes ago, from my perspective… but I promise you, you haven’t shrunk an inch.”

 

            “But how is that even possible, I remember when we were eleven and Beth started getting her boobs.  I was so jealous that I used to go home at night and stare in the mirror, willing my little nubs to grow,” Amy said.  “…for all the good it did me.”

 

            Beth pressed on, “In seventh grade Jeremy Caulkins ran right up to me laughing and squeezed them so hard I cried.  He told the principle that they were so big he didn’t think they were real.”

 

            I remembered Jeremy.  He was an ass, and it sounded exactly like the kind of thing he would do, but he never did it to Beth.  In the seventh grade, she wouldn’t have had anything to squeeze.

 

            “In college I had to start wearing those shapeless sweaters to my Economics class because creepy Professor Stutters used try to stare down my shirt every chance he got,” she continued.  “And when I was a kid I out grew bras so quickly I used to use the old ones to make hammocks for my hamster, Buddy.”

 

We’d been friends a long time.  I remembered Buddy too, but not his collection of hammock/bras.  Lucky bugger.

 

Beth was almost in a trance of perfect recall, “I’d say ‘Don’t worry, Buddy, I’ll get you a bigger bed soon.’  I was really proud of how big I was getting.  I’m the only girl in my whole family with big boobs.”  She stopped.  “…well, that’s a hint right there.”

 

“I can’t believe I have bigger boobs than you,” Amy said.

 

“You sure about that, half-pint?” Beth cocked and eyebrow.  She inhaled deeply enough to eclipse Amy’s wildest dreams.

 

“Well, normally,” Amy confided.

 

“Question is: What’s normal?” I asked.

 

Our waitress showed up with our appetizers.  She had to be just over six feet tall with pretty smile, a pleasingly lean figure, and short dark hair.  Amy asked for a re-fill on a drink that was only half empty.  It certainly wasn’t the oddest request she’d ever heard and our waitress took the glass away without a word.  As she left Amy hissed at me.

 

“What about her, did you change her?” she asked.

 

“No.  Why?”

 

“She’s a giant.”

 

“Then she must have tall parents because I didn’t do anything.”

 

“Make me as tall as she is,” Amy demanded excitedly.

 

“What?” I said.

 

“Come on, its not like anyone will notice,” Amy smiled.

 

I did one better.  As our waitress, Jenny, came back I swapped her height with Amy’s… and then some. 

 

As Jenny placed the drink on the table she almost dropped it from her shrinking hand.  A moment later Amy accidentally kicked me under the table with a lengthening leg.  Honestly Amy wasn’t really very short to start with, so in a moment the two women were level in height.  But like cars passing on opposite sides of the freeway they had very different destinations. 

 

“Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked.   As the process was still in effect the question seemed to have an extra layer of uncertainty to it.  The once towering Jenny was already a little on the short side, and getting shorter.  On the other hand, Amy was approaching a height that would attract open stares.  By the time Jenny left to check on her other customers, Amy was taller sitting down then the tiny waitress was standing up.

 

“Its nice to meet someone I’m actually a little taller than,” Beth commented.  “It doesn’t happen everyday.”

 

Then to Amy, “Are you sure you want Tom to shrink you down to that small?”

 

“No way!” Amy laughed, stretching her long arms backward.  “I was totally joking, she is so short!  I don’t think I could handle Beth being both taller and bustier than me.  I could deal with a couple inches off the top though.  Think you could make me a six feet tall?”  Amy was now a lot closer to the seven foot mark then she was to six.

 

I burst out laughing and did my best to explain things the way I remembered them.  I got a few disbelieving questions and then awed wonderment by the time I was done.  As the waitress passed us by Amy stared in amazement.

 

“You really mean to tell me the she was taller than me?” Amy asked.

 

“Well, not taller than you are now- remember you were only 5’6”-but yeah, she was pretty tall.  Taller than me,” I told her.

 

“We owe her one hell of a tip,” Amy smiled. 

 

I couldn’t agree more and when Jenny next passed I used the wand to fill out her bustline into a pair of large C’s.  On her otherwise slim and petite form they certainly turned her into one sexy midget (OK, she wasn’t actually a midget but she was definitely shy of five foot).  She, of course, didn’t notice any difference, but when she came with our food (the small woman smartly did so in two quick trips) the top button of her uniform was undone and she had a small confident smile that wasn’t there when I had first shrunk her.  She caught me looking her way and gave me a wink.

 

I took other requests.  I would listen to whatever Beth and Amy asked for and then make a change or two and then see if they noticed any difference.  They never did, but they seemed to be getting increasingly comfortable with accepting that I had actually made changes.  When I’d tell them they’d say, ‘Oh…’ and then grill me on the way it used to look.

 

My favorite moments were the momentary confusions that would go on as the people in question were in the process of change.

 

A petite brunette was sitting with her hulking, but well dressed, date.  I zapped them as their food arrived.  The little lady swelled into a six foot five amazon.  The little black dress she wore soon showed off her strong, pleasing curves in a more exaggerated way then it had moments before.  At the same time her date seemed to sink back into his chair as he shrunk down to match Beth in height.  Their waiter set the food down in front of the two diners and then immediately apologized and swapped the plates.

 

“So sorry, I believe the gentleman had the petite cut and the lady had the full.”

 

There was a brief second in which all three seemed to slightly question this statement, but by the time they had picked up their forks it had passed.

 

A fellow on his way to the bathroom failed to notice his shoulders slimming and height dropping.  His chest began to fill out in an impressive and decidedly unmanly way.  The hair on top of his head thickened and lengthened past his shoulders, while it thinned and all but disappeared from almost everywhere else.  The material of his shirt softened and smoothed into an imitation silk.  The legs of his pants merged into one single tube wide enough to fit both his legs inside it, and then shortened itself to just above his knee.  The transformation was almost complete as he pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom.  A moment later an attractive and embarrassed looking young woman stumbled hurriedly back out and whisked herself into the lady’s room.

 

A thirty-something woman retrieved her keys from her pocket as she was putting on her coat to go home.  Suddenly she slimmed and shortened slightly.  Her breasts deflated dramatically.  Her fashions tightened and brightened.  The keys in her hand seemed to quaver liquidly as they became the cell phone that the now fifteen year old girl was using to call her mother to come pick her up. 

 

Even the remnants of the food she had been eating changed from Chicken French with a side of rice that she had barely touched, to a hamburger and salad.  A side of French fries laid barely touched on a separate plate.

 

On her way out the door I returned her to her mid twenties.  Call me a softy, but no one deserves the fate of having to attend high school twice.  The once again adult blonde stood on the curb waiting for a few moments before she realized that she had driven herself to the restaurant.  Shaking her head, she pulled out her keys and continued toward her car.  

 

“Did you see that?” I asked my two dates.

 

“Well, you’re obviously doing something, because your eyes are all but ready to pop out of your skull,” Amy said.

 

“Haven’t you noticed anything?”

 

“Well I must admit that couple over there,” Beth said gesturing to the towering brunette and her tiny date.  “They do seem an unlikely couple.  And he is really short.”

 

“And…”

 

“And what?” Beth asked.

 

“And she’s really tall,” I said.

 

“Is she?” Beth said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

 

“Not as tall as me,” Amy stated.

 

“She’s six foot five!” I said.  “When’s the last time you saw a girl that tall?” Amy ‘ahemed’ and I amended, “Other than Amy.”

 

“How about at the bar,” Beth said matter of factly. 

 

And she was right, there were three women that held a distinct physical presence at the end of the bar.  Laughing and gesturing as bawdy as any man.  The same three women I had noticed earlier looking a little tired after a long day at work.  Not being able to help myself, I had started enhancing their vigor.  It started with just a simple spring in their step, but I must confess to a certain lack of moderation.  Soon the trio’s firm, toned bodies became packed with defined muscle.  ‘Defined’ slowly turned to ‘rock hard chiseled’.

 

Eventually the very concept of these muscle bound goddesses being trapped at such average heights became intolerable to me.  So they began to inch up and presently they ranged around 6’6”.  Unfortunately this had resulted in a new problem.  With their newfound size, their hard muscles left them looking a bit mannish.  So I had fixed that too.  Without dampening their strength I gently started exaggerating their womanly curves.  Busts and hips expanded outward.  Waists pulled in, and a thin layer of fat lined each muscle.  Creating an outward appearance of soft femininity.  Large soft feminine females, too be sure… but very sexy, and the weakest of them could press 300lbs- easy. 

 

Many of the men at the bar where pulled toward them, and yet they all gave them a little space.

 

“Oh yeah,” I said.  “I almost forgot I did that.”

 

“And then there’s her,” Beth pointed toward the hostess.

 

The blonde had once been a pretty little thing, if somewhat common looking.  She certainly wasn’t common any more.  Her hair laid thick, straight, and heavy with a shine you only see in shampoo commercial.  Her skin, pale to begin with, had been slid significantly closer to white and it was so luminescent it almost literally glowed.  The simple greeter’s dress she had been wearing was now a dark blue velvety number that must have cost hundreds.  The hem was shorter than mid thigh, and the front dipped low enough to show generous portions of her small, high breasts.  She also stood perhaps an inch shy of Amy’s elevated stature.

 

“Or the redhead,” Beth continued.

 

Well, that one I couldn’t help.  The poor girl couldn’t get a moments peace from the big jerk who was trying to look down her top at every opportunity.  Breathing down her neck with every exhale.  Now that she was 6’4” few guys would work up the nerve to hit on her.  And at 4’6” the formerly big jerk wouldn’t be bothering anybody else. 

 

There had been a delicious moment as the two of them transfigured.  Still playing the role of dominant ass, the jerk had said something particularly lewd and the redhead stood up in disgust.  Under normal circumstances she probably would have retreated to a different part of the restaurant, but this wasn’t normal.  Even then her altered physical and mental perspective told her to take a different course of action.  They stood facing each other as she grew and he shrunk.  Her shocked look calmed and eased into a stern expression.  Her hands planted themselves menacingly on her hips as she shifted her gaze lower and lower to maintain eye contact.  His self-congratulating grin faltered and then fell to an open look of panic as he found himself eye-to-eye, eye-to-chin, eye-to-shoulder, eye-to-breast.  Finally even her breasts were slightly above his head.  In the end he apologized quickly but profusely and hurried away.  Brow lightly sweating, his face read ‘what the hell was I thinking’ in capitol letters.

 

“I guess I must’ve been busier than I thought,” I said.  “So all these tall women in one location don’t feel at all unusual to you.”

 

“Not really,” Beth said.  “Just following the law of averages.”

 

“What?”

 

“You know.  Men tend to be more of the middling heights.  5’7” to 6’1” or something like that.  There are taller and shorter guys, but that’s the average.  Women tend to be short or tall, but there’s not a lot of overlap.”

 

“What?”

 

“You know (or do you?), most women are between five and five and half feet tall, but about one in seven is taller.  A lot taller.  Somewhere between 6’4” and 7’1”.  Beeps are rare, but certainly more common than being far-sighted or left handed.  You see them all the time.”

 

“’Beeps’?” I asked.

 

“Short for ‘Beanpoles’ or ‘BPs’,” Amy laughed.  “I should be pissed at the slur but it’s not so bad being a Beep. I can take a little name calling from you Shorties.”

 

“The technical term is ‘elevated’ but no one really uses it much,” Beth said it calmly like I should’ve known.  Amy nodded in absent agreement.  I goggled.  I had never intended to change the whole world.  I had only changed the women in the restaurant, and yet Beth and Amy were convinced there was nothing out of the ordinary.  One in seven?  She said one in seven were as tall as Amy.  What would’ve happened if I had added a foot to every woman in the house?  Would it have populated the entire world with amazons?  It seemed impossible.

 

Just at that moment, as if to confirm Beth’s story, a freckled faced waitress stepped out of the kitchen carrying a small tray.  Or at least it looked small, it was hard to tell because the girl carrying it was easily six and half feet tall.  I remembered her from before.  She should’ve been about 5’7”, but there she was striding across the floor, all legs and determination… and I had never used the wand on her.

 

Curiousier and curiousier.

 

 

Part 6 – The Big Change

 

            When we left the restaurant I actually gulped as Amy stood up.  And up.  She must’ve been 6’10”. I was pretty certain she was the tallest girl in the building, but no longer definitively so.  As we walked out to the car I couldn’t help but notice the uncommonly large number of women who were significantly taller than the rest of the crowd.  They were still a distinctive minority, but there was a lot more of them than the women I had specifically caused to grow by using the wand.  About one out of every seven.

 

            Just like Beth said.

 

            I stopped and paid the bill in person as the girls headed out the door to grab the car.  Anyone could have rung me out, but I happened to catch the eye of our server, Jenny.  The poor girl looked smaller than ever.  I hadn’t shrunk her anymore, but with they new abundance of leggy ladies the formerly tall waitress seemed almost doll-sized.  I marveled how she actually stood tiptoe to peer into the money drawer as it popped open.  She didn’t seem to mind.  To her it was the same as it ever was- if only she knew.

 

            Jenny looked content with her body.  Despite that, I made a point of tipping very well.  And as she turned momentarily to run my credit card, I flicked the wand and eased her breasts up a little further.  When she turned back, Jenny’s chest matched Beth’s inch for inch and another button had been undone on her uniform.  At her present size it wasn’t very hard to stare down her shirt, and when she rolled her head up and to the left it made it almost impossible not to.  She might have been tiny, but this was no little girl.  As she handed my card back to me she let our hands touch for a moment or two longer than strictly necessary and gave me a somewhat suggestive smile. 

 

            “Come back soon,” she said with a slow wink.

 

            “Count on it,” I told her and left.

 

            Amy and Beth picked me up at the curb.  Amy was driving.  The car didn’t look precisely the same.  Both front seats had been modified to extend backward an extra foot.  The roof was about 4 inches higher than it had been and the whole frame of the car was slightly stretched.  This was possibly so that when a Beep in the front seat slid backwards, she didn’t automatically crush the legs of whoever happened to be sitting in the back.  The end result was that the car looked like a poorly remembered version of itself.  Almost familiar, and yet new at the same time.

 

            “She was cute,” Amy said casually.

 

“Big up top, too.  She was probably as big as me.  And she was totally flirting with you through all of dinner,” Beth said.  Beth of course hadn’t seen Jenny with anything larger than a C-cup, but when I changed Jen it re-wrote history.  Beth now had memories of being served by a waitress just as busty and even shorter than herself.

 

“So short though.  Are you sure she used to be tall?  I just can’t picture it,” Amy said.

 

            “She was,” I confirmed.  “And kind of flat chested.” 

 

            “Really?” Beth asked.

 

            “Well, so were you.” I said.  Beth flushed slightly with the memory that I had already explained that to her.

 

            “Its so strange not to be able to remember that,” Beth said.

 

            Amy piped in.  “Hey, where the hell are my boobs?” she joked, “I’m sick of having such small breasts.  Since you seem to be so boob happy, why don’t you hook me up.  You got the wand make with the mojo.”

 

            I wanted to comply.  Almost did so out of reflex, but held back.  I wanted to try something new.

 

            “Soon.” I said.

 

            “Promises, promises.  Half the men I meet are eye level with my boobs, but built like I am they’re only getting half and eye-full, if you catch my drift.”

 

            We drove through the some of the busiest parts of the city.  At this time of night it wasn’t so bad with traffic, but it was packed with people.  Each body illuminated by the reddish yellow glow of ambient neon light as dozens of clubs completed for their patronage.  In the crowd many women moved head, or head and shoulders above the rest.  Some of them walked alone, or as part of a collection of ladies, or even escorting significantly smaller dates.

 

            I readied the wand for its biggest test yet.

 

            Inside our slow moving car it was like some sort of video game.  You know, the ones where you try to hit every single alien invader before they slide off screen.  The aliens hit would blip out of existence, never to bother you again.  As long ‘never’ meant until you cleared the board.  My targets weren’t aliens, they were women.  And I didn’t want to blip them out of existence.  Quite the opposite.

 

            Before when I had focused the changes on an individual I used a clear image in my mind.   I would picture Beth or Amy and then re-imagine them with larger breasts, or taller, or naked, or combinations of all three.  Regardless of the picture in my head I often would be surprised by the changes the wand wrought.  My imagination and the end results weren’t exactly the same.  The vision in my brain was just a template that the wand used to re-define the world.

 

            Now that I was beginning to understand the greater range of the wand’s power I was taking it out for a real test drive.  I didn’t bother focusing on picturing individual changes.  Why bother?  It had changed the freckled waitress at the restaurant and I never even asked it too.  Controlling the wand with the visualization process seemed to be a bit on the overkill side.  Thinking clearly I just gave it a simple command.

 

            “Make any woman you touch grow taller.”

 

            And it did.  From inside the car I had a panoramic view as woman after woman started to out grow the others around them.  The effect was awe-inspiring.  This new growth spell was a full step above Amy’s expansion from earlier.  The first girl to receive a lift was a happy looking brunette who couldn’t have been more than a sophomore in college.  Her petite 5’3” quickly yielded to a more massive 7’3”.  As she shifted her friends simply made a little more room for their towering comrade.  The growing college girl never noticed.  She bent and pointed out a boy she thought was cute.  She window-shopped, she laughed with exuberance at somebody’s joke, and generally acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.  Sure, she got a few looks, even for a Beep she was oddly tall.

 

But not for long.

 

I fired the wand again and again.  My game was starting to get big results.  At first it was only effecting the individuals hit directly by the wand’s invisible ray, but soon women I had never even noticed were starting to tower over men and their smaller sisters.  By the time we’d traveled five blocks maybe one out of every three women averaged seven and half feet tall.  Sitting in the back seat I felt like a tail-gunner.  Behind us and all around, women seemed to surface out of the rivers of people as they got increasing taller.

 

Curious side-effects became increasing common.  A pair of blondes pulled up alongside us in a Volkswagen Bug.  A moment later the two of them were growing amazons.  Amazingly, so was the car.  Well, it wasn’t turning into an amazon, but it was growing.  The bug stretched out of shape becoming taller, longer… bigger.  Not into another car, but into some sort of weird fusion between a bug and an SUV.  In a moment it dwarfed our own vehicle.  It wasn’t a car that promised a fabled life of mud splattered off-roading like the SUV’s I knew.  No, it was still more bug than truck, but a big bug.  A large car for large people… <ahem> large women.

 

And suddenly the road seemed to be full of them.  Of all makes and models.  Normally these vehicles were piloted by giant women, but occasionally there was a man straining to see over the steering wheel of the over-sized carriage.  In these cases there was almost always a woman sitting in the passenger seat, often looking a bit nervous at her mate’s dubious driving skills.  Unaccompanied men continued to drive traditional sized cars.  With truthful tally I saw that normal sized cars still out numbered the larger models, but the big cars were so very noticeable.

 

Other odd changes were abound.  Some store fronts literally stretched.  Their door and displays gaining additional inches as if to accompany the taller ladies of the world.  Occasionally an entire building seemed to swell in size.  Others didn’t.  One bar had two doors standing side by side, one was a traditional seven feet tall, the other was at least nine.  As I watched a auburn headed woman stumbled drunkenly out of the taller door.  She waived at the patrons still in the bar, took two quick steps, and sat down hard on the curb.  A moment later the smaller door swung open and a guy (maybe 5’9”) moved to her side and struggled to get nearly eight feet of woman to her unsteady feet.  He must’ve been pretty strong because somehow he managed to succeed.

 

The crowd had also changed.  Even the women who hadn’t yet joined the ranks of the ‘elevated’ (if they were still called that in this new world), were not that short.  In fact the average height of woman had surpassed that of the average man.

 

“What the?” Beth suddenly mumbled.

 

“What?” Amy asked.

 

“I thought I felt- no its nothing,” she said. 

 

But it wasn’t nothing.  Even as she spoke I noticed Beth’s head slowly sliding upwards.  It quickly stopped however, leaving Beth still far beneath the stature of the taller women.  She was definitely taller, though.  Maybe 5’9”.  Still shorter than me, but then again Beth had been uncommonly short for a woman.  Looking around I determined she still was.

 

Three blocks later maybe one in two women were amazons, and Beth was as tall as I was.

 

Two more blocks after that amazons out numbered the shorties, and the shorties weren’t all that short.

 

We were almost home when I apparently crossed the point of no return.  I fired at one of the few remaining ‘short’ women on the street (this one a meager 6’2”) and suddenly things shifted drastically.   I slipped as the car seemed to move under my knees.  By the time I had regained my seat the interior had the roomy quality of a van.  The seat stretched to nearly six and a half feet wide.  And deep!  I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could’ve stood up without bumping my head.  Looking toward the front of the car I was shocked to see the back of two very large feminine heads. Amy was even larger than before.  She had to be over eight feet tall.  And while Beth might have still been shorter than Amy, the gap had been significantly closed.  Grimacing, I acknowledged that if I had been sitting in front seat, my head wouldn’t have cleared the headrest.

 

“You OK, Tom?” Beth asked.  She was looking down at me when she said it.  It was easy enough for her to do.  She wasn’t the little Asian beauty I remembered.  Although still quite beautiful, she had to be seven foot six if she was an inch. 

 

The over all effect made me feel like I had shrunk instead of them growing.  Like I was a little kid being driven home by a couple of adults.  The fact that I was riding in the back seat wasn’t helping.

 

“Yeah… fine.” I said.

 

“Have you been using the wand again?” she asked.

 

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” I admitted.

 

The car (it was honestly hard to accept that this was still just a car) pulled to a stop outside a very different house than the one I remembered leaving.  Amy and Beth moved to get out of the vehicle and I joined them.  The door was large, awkward, and heavy.  Quite literally built for someone with a much larger frame and more mass with which to open it.  The carriage of the car was so high that I had to jump down like I was getting out of an old style jeep. 

 

Before I could Amy was there.  Even though I was standing on the car’s floorboard, she was a head taller than I was.  She grabbed my waist as if she had done it a million times before and gently eased me to the ground.  Her strength was astounding.  Amy hadn’t become any stronger proportionately, but she was so much larger that it didn’t matter.  I gaped at her, but she barely paid it any mind.  It had been a friendly personal gesture with no grander meaning for her than holding a door, or a causal flirt.

 

The towering redhead turned from me and began walking toward the house.  Beth followed.  The door was the first of many surprises in the new home.  It wasn’t a regular door anymore, but kind of two doors in one.  A towering ten foot monstrous thing almost five feet wide with a doorknob jutting out of it at a level with my neck.  And inside that door was the outline of a smaller door.  A door with the proportions I might have expected a door to possess.  It had its own knob and a complex set of internal hinges that both let the inner door swing freely open, but protected themselves from the tampering of potential intruders.  The larger door had a half circle window cut above the smaller one.  The smaller door had a peephole.  Amy had inserted her key into a lock on the larger structure and when she swung the door open, both doors moved as one unit.

 

The entire house was much bigger.  The square footage had increased by fifty percent, the eight foot ceiling had stretched to twelve, and all of the doors and hallways matched the width and height of the one out side.  The counters were as high as my chest and the furniture comically oversized.  In most respects I had just walked into a scaled up version of the house I left before leaving to go to dinner.

 

But not entirely.

 

Like the door leading in, there were distinctive modifications to the structure that were unique, not just bigger.  The sink had a small inset pair of steps, that would let a smaller person (in this case, anyone under seven feet tall) step up to use the sink.  The bathroom had a door very similar to the one outside and two of everything inside.  Two toilets, two sinks both made in different scales for the two sexes.  Only one shower stall, but it had two shower heads and a heavy switch that allowed you to determine which one received the water flow.  All was not as fair as it seemed, however.  I noticed that the actual nozzles to turn the water on and off were round, large, and unwieldy in my hands.  It would have been quite difficult to turn one of them off with a single hand, which meant I would have to turn either the cold or the hot water off when I was done with my shower.  Either Beth’s or Amy’s larger hands would’ve had no problems with them.  I took this as proof that this shower had been built for women, by women.  The features added for men had been done as an after thought. 

 

Many of the larger viewing windows had small padded benches built into the wall underneath them.  These could be used as a stepping stone for someone of my stature, but they could also be used by Amy or Beth as a comfortable seat.  I could almost picture one of the Amazons stretched out with a book, basking in the Autumn sun.

 

Every room also had a small, but efficient stepladder.  The one in the living room seemed to be part of the couch set.  It was done in matching colors and the soft steps were wrapped in the same apolstry.  A sofa, a love seat, and a ladder… for the little man in your life.

 

This was now a world of two different scales.  I found myself wondering what a bachelor pad would look like.  Would they look ‘normal’ to me? If men planned on entertaining lady guests, they’d need a few full-sized facilities.  Maybe the women always took men to their house.  Why not?  Its not exactly like they had to worry about being over-powered, or raped.  If a man got unruly, even Beth (who I guessed was considered quite petite by current standards) would have no difficulty throwing the idiot out into the street.

 

The girls had been watching my walk around the house with a wondering stare.  I finally took a moment to stare back.  To really soak in all the changes I had made.

 

Amy and Beth had returned to their traditional heights- as proportional to each other.  Normally Beth was only five feet tall, and Amy six inches taller.  But now that (I assumed) every woman on earth was 150% their previous height, that made Beth 7’6” and Amy nine inches taller to stand a whopping 8’3”.  And she was only an average sized woman!  

 

Beth’s breasts were still over-inflated and Amy sported her regular small-ish pair of A-cups.  Of course they didn’t look all that small anymore.  She was definitely up to a healthy handful.

 

Other than elevation. the most noticeable change about the two of them were their clothes.  Amy’s hunter green tank was now skin tight and showed her toned belly off to advantage.  It was so short and tight that the undersides of Amy’s small breasts were visible.  In a world where most men where shorter than her breasts, I guess displaying her under-curves was the equivalent to a hint of cleavage.  Can’t say I minded the view.  Beth’s blouse was gone and replaced with a boob hugging long sleeve.  Its neckline dropped in a narrowing ‘U’ in such a fashion that it barely seemed to cover any of the Asian girl’s bulging breasts at all.  Beth wore a mini, mini skirt that showed off the tremendous length and shape of her legs.  Amy wore a low riding pair of stretch denims that accentuated the round curve of her ass.  Neither bothered with high heels. 

 

Definitely sexier clothing than either had made a habit of wearing in the past.

 

Beth eventually came forward and bent down to my level.  Her enormous breasts, while the same proportionately, had been made even larger by her recent growth spurt.  Dramatically larger.  They hung off her chest like twin pumpkins.

 

“Oh honey, what did you do?” she asked.  This is exactly the kind of sentiment I would expect from Beth, but the ‘honey’ was not.

 

Amy kneeled down behind me and placed her large hands on my shoulders.  Her hands started kneading with a warm familiarity.   She said, “From the look on his face, it must’ve been a big change, whatever it was.”

 

I laughed.  I couldn’t help it.

 

Part 7 – Girlfriends

 

            My laugh was a little ragged, but it still seemed to diffuse the concern my two Amazonian friends were feeling.  For the moment I was happy to be an observer in this new world I had created.  If told them how short they had been minutes before it would ruin the naturalness of the moment (or perhaps I should say, super-naturalness).  Like telling people in a clinical trial whose getting the medicine and who’s getting the sugar pill.  Technically it shouldn’t change anything- but it always does.  So I didn’t explain further and they didn’t ask.

 

“Come here, baby,” Beth said.  “I’m going to get back problems if I stay bent over like this much longer.”

 

            Grabbing me under my armpits Beth picked me up and off the ground, sitting me back down on the kitchen island.

 

            “I’m just amazed you can bend over that far without falling out,” Amy teased, “or over.”

 

            Beth retorted by grabbing one giant tit in each hand, giving herself a good lifting squeeze, and blowing a raspberry in Amy’s general direction.  Amy had moved around the island to directly behind me and continued to massage my shoulders.

 

            “Jealous,” she said.

 

            “Duh,” Amy answered quickly and without malice.

 

            “Well,” Beth smiled, “The night’s young.  Play your cards right and I’ll let you borrow them later.”

 

            What? My eyes popped wide for the twenty-seventh time that evening.  Beth’s boob juggling posture became less comedic and more sensual.  In fact she was basically feeling herself up right in front of us.  Earnestly and delicately touching herself for her own pleasure.  I felt like I should have turned my head, but honestly didn’t want to miss the show.

 

            “How very magnanimous of you,” Amy said.  She was behind me, but I could still tell that she was staring directly at Beth’s breasts when she said it.

 

            “I do always try to help other less fortunate than myself,” Beth continued, now putting on an exaggerated, non-distinct accent to help with the role-play.  Almost the voice of a southern bell.  It should’ve sounded funny coming out a seven and a half foot, double D cup, Asian girl… but somehow it missed funny and moved right on to sexy.

 

            “Really?” Amy said.  Unless I missed my guess there was a tiny icy tinge to her question.  “How many others?  How recently?”

 

            Beth flushed slightly.  I wasn’t so noticeable in her tan skin, but clear as day in the suddenly unsure posture of her body language. 

 

            “uhm… no one,” Beth said a little meekly.  Then changing tone, “You never let me play the vamp.  Not even for a second.”

 

            “You’re the one who pointed out that I’m the jealous type,” Amy said kindly.  “And there’s an awful lot of people ‘less fortunate’ than you.  Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to break your stride.  Do I still get to play?”

 

            “I suppose,” Beth smiled.  “But there’s so much to play with, maybe you need a little help?”  She reached down and placed a large hand on my thigh.  Her look was fairly smoldering and it included both me and Amy in turns.

 

            “I suppose,” Amy echoed.  Her hands began to slide off my shoulders and down onto my chest.  With her thumbs on my collarbone, her long fingers could almost reach all the way to my navel.  With gentle pressure she pushed me back into her own chest.  She dropped her head, lightly resting her chin on my shoulder

 

            “But at where will ever find help at this late hour?”  Her voice was a heated growl and right in my ear.

 

            My mouth fell open.  I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I think I was hearing.  I couldn’t-

 

            “I said ‘But at where will ever find help at this late hour?’,” Amy repeated with a bit more force.  Both women were looking at me again.  Amy tapped my chest with one of her long fingers.  Beth squeezed my leg and slid her hand further up my thigh.

 

            Beth smiled and said, “Tom, honey, that’s your que.”

 

            “What?” I said.  “I-I… what?”

 

            “Jeez Tom, you’re my ‘help’,” Amy said with a tempered sigh.  “You’re the one who has to help me handle Beth’s enormous cans.  Come on.  Play along, man.  You’re normally good at this stuff.  Hell, you normally instigate it.”

 

            Beth reached forward and gently took one of Amy’s hands off my chest.  She held it a moment and then delicately pulled it toward her and pressed the fingers into her own chest.  Gently sliding Amy’s digits between the fabric of her shirt and silken skin of her breast. 

 

            “See how little her hand is next to my tit, Tommy?  Don’t you think she could use a little help?”  Beth purred these words out in a way I had never seen her speak before.  Familiar, and more than a little wanton.

 

            “Yeah,” said Amy giving Beth a good squeeze. Her fingers searching out the stiffening nipple. Beth chirped with excitement (if a lady so large can be said to chirp).   “If I didn’t know better, hon, I’d say you were scared.  You’re not afraid of a breast are you, Tom?”

 

            “I can’t-  Wait I…”  I so wanted to, but I had a few points of hesitation.  Not the least of which was the shear daunting size of these women.  I had never been with two women at once, much less two Amazons. 

 

            Beth was the first to figure out what was wrong.  Her face changed, her posture became inquisitive.

 

            “Tom, this- the way you’re acting has something to do with the what you did with the wand.  Something you did on the way home from the restaurant.”

 

            “Yeah, I guess it does.”

 

            Amy stopped squeezing Beth’s chest, and rested her hand lightly on my shoulder again.  The skin of her palm was hot from Beth’s breast.

 

            “What did you do?” Amy asked a little sternly.

 

            “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said.  It was probably true.  How do you explain to an eight foot woman, in a world of eight foot women, that earlier today the national average hovered somewhere around 5’4”.  That they were shorter than men.  She would have found it preposterous.

 

            Again Beth had a clue.  “You don’t remember us being girlfriends, do you?”

 

            “uhm..  No.  I can’t say that I do.”  She used the term openly, but she didn’t need to.

 

            “What?” Amy asked.  Beth ignored her and stayed focused on me.

 

            “Does that bother you?” Beth asked.

 

            I paused.  “No.  Not you being girlfriends, no.  Only that you weren’t lovers before, and then I did something and suddenly you were.  I feel like I’ve changed you fundamentally.”

 

“According to you and those photos you took, you’ve been changing us all day,” Amy snorted.  “Why could you suddenly start caring about that now?”

 

“I know I’ve been changing you.  Physically- which was weird enough.  But this is different.  Its like I changed you mentally.”

 

“No you haven’t,” Beth said.  “Not really.  We all react to the way we are treated by others.  We all make decisions based on what we can and cannot do, right?”

 

“Well yeah,” I admitted.

 

“Allow me to demonstrate,” she said. Her whole manor had changed in a heartbeat. “Get down!” she commanded.

 

With a sudden apprehension, I hopped off the counter.  Immediately I found myself staring directly into Beth’s chest.  Her nipples were large and still hard from Amy’s recent fondling.  Beth was a lot of woman.  Slim, athletic, busty, and daunting in way she could never be at her previous height.  I found my heart fluttering.  How could this giant woman ever have been my little Beth?

 

She eased forward, thrusting her chest out as she moved.  Her breasts pushed against my face and I quickly took a small step back.  Craning my neck I looked up to see her smiling face.  She laughed a little and took another step forward.  I matched her with a step backward, bumping into a soft warm wall that had to be Amy- despite her size she had snuck up behind me.  Looking up further I found myself staring up her shirt at the creamy undersides of her breasts.  Amy’s flat belly rhythmically pulsed in and out with her breathing.

 

“Going somewhere,” she chided.  As she looked down her dark red locks tumbled sexily, framing her face.

 

Beth took another step forward.  Stopping so that her breasts were a fraction of an inch from my face.

 

“How do you feel?” Beth asked.  It was almost impossible to get my eyes off her tits.

 

“Uh…  a little intimidated,” I admitted.  “But what does-“

Amy laughed, “A little?”

 

“My point is,” Beth said.  As she spoke she gently eased her bosom forward and lightly grazed first one side of my face and then the other.  Taking turns with my cheeks and her breasts.  “Mmmmm…  My point is that I am a very sexy, very intimidating woman.”

 

Amy coughed.

 

“We both are,” Beth continued.  She eased my nose between her tan globes, trying to not let my skin touch the sides.  Like a sexy game of Operation, only she wasn’t very good at it. 

 

She continued explaining to me. “And I just love to tease you this way.  But imagine that I was a different person physically. Imagine that I was really, really short.  Lets say I was only as tall as you.”

 

Beth scrunched herself down so that we were of equal height and ran a hand level from the top of her head to the top of mine.  The illusion was somewhat incomplete.  She still looked like a giant woman, just one who had happened to be scrunched down.  If anything it further stressed how much bigger than me she was.

 

Amy laughed out loud at that, and then said.  “That’d be a sight.  Don’t worry little Bethy I’d still love you even if you were a twerp.  <Ahem> More of a twerp, that is.”

 

Amy spoke true.  As I had guessed- seven and a half feet tall was considered quite short for a woman in this new world.

 

Beth rolled her eyes at Amy but made no other acknowledgement that she had spoken.  “I’d be a very different person.  Not because you changed my mind, but because you changed my body.  I would’ve spent a lifetime being as short as a man.  Every other woman would tower over me.  I guarantee you that it would have given me a different outlook on life.  I don’t think I’d consider myself to be all that intimidating.  I’d be a very different person based solely on changes in my body… not my mind.”

 

“Still sexy though,” I said.

 

Beth suddenly gave me a look.  I could see the wheels rolling in her head and a spark caught her eye.  I became convinced that she had just made a fairly close guess as to exactly what I had done with the wand.  Her dark almond eyes gave me a momentary questioning look that Amy could not see.  I made a small nod of agreement.  Those beautiful eyes opened a bit wider and rounded than normal, and then a wide smile spread across her face. 

 

Beth quickly rocketed up to her full height.  This caused a major bounce and jiggle in her charms, to which I had a front row seat.

 

“So you see my point, little man?” She asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“If you can change things with that ‘magic’ wand, and I believe you can, you’ve changed everything.  Not mental.  Not physical.  Everything.  But only to you. To Amy and I nothing’s changed.  We’re healthy, we’re happy, so don’t worry about it. OK?”

 

“Feel better?” Amy asked me.  She had moved around to Beth and placed an arm lovingly around her.

 

“Yeah,” I said.

 

“Good, then how does this make you feel,” Amy asked a moment before pulling Beth forcibly into her Amazonian body and kissing her deeply.  As big as the Asian girl was, Amy was even larger.  Beth, taken off-guard, struggled uselessly for a moment before throwing herself whole-heartedly into the kiss.  When it finally broke Beth was panting more than a little.  I also felt some pretty distinctive stirrings.

 

“Honestly, I- I really can’t believe your gay,” I started.  “But why not?  You make a great couple, I’m really happy f-“

 

Both girls were looking down at me incredulously.  It made me feel like a naïve child in front of my elders.

 

“We’re not gay,” Amy laughed. “What the hell did you do to yourself with that wand, Tom?”

 

“I thought you understood,” Beth said, also giggling.  “We’re a trio.”

 

“We’re lovers?  All three of us?” I asked.

 

Beth looked a little sympathetic.  “That is what the word ‘trio’ implies, yes.”

 

“You’d think a rack like this would be hard to forget,” Amy joked.  She cupped Beth’s breasts from behind and jiggled them in front of my face.

 

“Amy!” Beth admonished.  She grabbed Amy’s hands and made her stop her juggling.  She did not, however, remove Amy’s hands. 

 

“Tom’s still a bit confused. Play nice,” she said.

 

“No!” Amy rebelled, “How about these, Tommy?  These bring anything back into focus.” 

 

Amy side stepped Beth and ripped her top off in one easy gesture.  Her eight foot plus body was now nude from the waist up.  A long stretch of smooth, pale Irish skin slid up and up to small, high breasts.  They were beautiful and crowned with pale pink nipples.  Delicate smatterings of freckles decorated her body, turning her into a giant, sexy game of connect the dots.

 

“Amy!” Beth repeated.

 

“Its like Tom can’t remember being our little sex monkey,” Amy said, ignoring her own nudity.

 

“He can’t,” Beth said.

 

“Oh.  Oh…. “ Amy said.  And then turning to me a devilish glint slid across her eye, “So you’re like a virgin again, huh?”

 

That certainly wasn’t true.  At least not technically.  I had definitely had sex with women before.  But never with a woman like either of these two.  So in a way…

 

“Uhm...” I said.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll work you through the curves,” Amy said.  My perceived lack of memory was now actually fueling her fire.  Amy looked pretty eager to pop my ‘cherry’.

 

“I’m not sure I feel right about this,” I stated.

 

“Tom we have sex all the time!” Amy said. 

 

“Not from my perspective.” I told her.  Although I liked the concept.

 

“Don’t even tell me that you don’t want a piece of this tail,” Amy turned her ass toward me and gave it a healthy slap.  Her ass was just about level with my chest and broader than my shoulders.

 

Beth failed to suppress a laugh. “Amy,” she said. “Please explain again why I’m in love with you.  Its certainly not for your subtly and tact.”

 

“Waste of time,” Amy said.  “You love me for my flaming red hair.  Drives your people crazy.”

 

“Does it now?” Beth smirked. 

 

“That and my sexy, sexy ass,” she gave it another slap.  “Honestly I’m starting to worry that Tom’s gay.”

 

“I assure you that I’m not.  But before I used that wand, we- we were just friends. And-“

 

“And what?” Amy asked.  Standing tall, even her breasts were above my head.  I could look at her eyes and her boobs at the same time.

 

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

 

The girls stopped dead.  In the moment of silence that followed the amazons stared at each other.  After the pause they burst out laughing.  And laughing.

 

“What? I’m trying to b-,” I started.

 

“You,” Beth laughed. “Take advantage…  of us?”

 

This caused another outburst from Amy, which got Beth going again. 

 

Beth was, again, the first to recover, “Other than this noble c-concern for our virtue,” more giggling. “O-Other than your desire to not force yourself upon us, do you have any other issue against a little <ahem> private time.”

 

“Well, no but-“ I said.

 

“Good.  Then… Take off your clothes!” Beth commanded.

 

“I- wait just a minute.”

 

“Amy, take off Tom’s clothes,” Beth stated calmly.

 

“Yes, ma’am!”

 

Suddenly the still chuckling redhead descended on my significantly smaller form.  An impromptu wrestling match ensued.  I was certainly in better shape than she was and proportionately had a lot more muscle mass, but against Amy’s vastly superior size it didn’t count for much.  Amy began gleefully flinging my clothes randomly around the room.  The wand also went spinning across the floor.  Beth took  it and placed it on the kitchen island.  Less than 3 minutes later Amy let me off her lap, stripped completely naked.  I was panting and Amy was a little flush.  She rose and stood tall next to Beth.

 

“The lips might say ‘no’ but the cock says ‘yes’,” Amy said.  A long white hand pointed at my erection.  I didn’t know whether to cover it or not.  These towering Amazons had apparently seen my cock a thousand times.  It was still weird, though…. I had never seen them see it. 

 

“And what a nice little cock it is,” said Beth. “But I’d rather hear it from the lips.  Tom, will you make love with us?”

 

A short pause. “Yes,” I said.

 

“Good.  Now unless you need a further demonstration of exactly who will be taking advantage of who,” Beth stated.  “I suggest we go to bed.”

 

Beth began to walk toward the bedroom and did not look back.

 

Amy looked down and said a little confidentially, “Sorry, I got a little rough on you.”  She smiled.  “But it was for your own good.”

 

“Actually… I kind of liked it.” I said.

 

“Come’mere you little sex monkey,” Amy laughed.  Grabbing me by the waist she slung me easily over one shoulder and carried me toward the bedroom where we found Beth and all of her curves waiting for us- naked and prone on top of the bed.

 

It was a long time before anyone even thought about sleep.

 

Part 8 – Trust Goes Both Ways 

 

            After a series of unbelievable events happens to a character on TV, or the movies, the main character will wake up and convince himself that it never happened.  Only to be dramatically reminded otherwise shortly thereafter.

 

            This did not happen to me.  It’s hard to doubt the previous evening’s events when you wake naked and spooned inside the arms of an equally naked Amazonian redhead.  One of her pale freckly arms laid in the concave gap between my head and shoulder and the bed.  The other fell across my body, her fingers spreading wide on my bare hip.

 

            I gently pushed her surprisingly heavy arm off my body and slid to the floor.  Man, my entire body pleasantly ached.  Cracking my neck from side to side I smiled at last night’s memories and stared back at the bed.  Only one of my giant lovers was still sleeping.  Amy had barely woke when I left and she was already slipping back into the greater depths of slumber.  Beth was gone.

 

            My gaze lingered on Amy’s lengthy and beautiful form.  Focusing particularly on her small, firm breasts, pale nipples, and the constellations of freckles spreading across her warm flesh.  She rolled to her back and a beam morning sun fell across her lower stomach and hips causing her pubic thatch light up like a small orange campfire.  Ah, redheads.

 

            Naked, I turned to the rest of the room.  My clothes were nowhere to be seen- out in the living room, probably.  It didn’t worry me.  Although I had no memory of it, I was a regular at this house.  Hell, maybe I even lived here full time, I really wasn’t sure.  In either case I imagined that I kept a few clothes about.  Sure enough, I found them in the bottom drawer of a ridiculously over-sized dresser.  Quite a lot of them.  I picked out a pair of my favorite Sunday lounging pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt and headed out.

 

            After making a pit stop to use my ‘little’ toilet, I made a closer inspection of the facilities.  I would’ve needed a stepping stool to have a piss in the girl’s toilet.  Also I noted that the large model had no seat that could be lifted up.  There was still a separate seat (who wants to sit on cold porcelain in the morning?) but it could not be raised.  In a weird way that was all the proof I needed.  I wasn’t going to bump into any giant males anytime soon.  Well, good for that.

 

            I decided to head to the kitchen an try my hand at making a breakfast with giant skillets.  As I rounded the corner I saw Beth standing quietly in front of the island.  The beat of my heart did that weird double thump that I was almost getting used.  Was I ever going to come to terms with just how big she was now?  Amy was bigger, but she had been lying down.  Standing, Beth loomed over me.  She had only put on a bra and panties and a sheer little negligée that was effectively, invisible.  In one hand she held onto the softly gleaming silver wand.  She pointed it at me.

 

            “So,” she said with a smile.  “Do you trust me?”

 

            “I-I-I guess so,” I said. It was a lot more daunting to be on this side of the wand.  At least Amy and Beth hadn’t actually believed I could change anything.  I knew better.

 

            Ah, to hell with it.  “Yes,” I said more firmly.  “I completely trust you.”

 

            “Good,” she said. 

 

            Suddenly she seemed to be getting taller.  Wait? Why did I say taller? Beth didn’t appear to have grown an inch.  She was taller than me, but who wasn’t? If you want to get technical about it, Beth was still considered short for a girl. 

 

Like I’m one to talk.  At only four feet tall I had always had to look up at Beth, even before I used the wand to make her (and every other woman on the planet) grow.  With my particular viewpoint, I suppose it was natural for me to fantasize about women being even taller.  Now at least every man on the planet had to look up to the ladies, too.  In a strange way, by increasing the height of women, I kind of made myself a little taller by proxy.

 

Or at least I made it so being short was no longer such a big deal.

 

“Oh my god,” Beth whispered.

 

“Oh your god, what?” I asked.

 

“You’re soooo short,” she said.  The giant Asian bent down to one knee and was still taller than me.

 

“Thanks for noticing,” I said.  “Same as it’s ever be- Hey you just shrunk me, didn’t you?”

 

“Well, yeah.  I kinda thought you’d notice.” She giggled.

 

“What’s to notice, except you goggling at me like I’m a freak in a sideshow,” I said.  “If you’re going to stare, at least let me get my juggling pins.”

 

If I hadn’t observed Amy and Beth not noticing the changes I had been making to them yesterday I wouldn’t have believed it.  I really had no memory at all of being any other height.  Just as important I had a head full of experience of being four feet tall.  I couldn’t even tell you how much taller I used to be.  It was kind of creepy.

 

“You’re not that short.  Not sideshow short.  Nobody’d pay money to see someone four feet tall, even if you could juggle.” She held the wand in my general direction.  “There, now that’s worth the price of admission.”

 

“Damn Beth, what are you talking about?”  I asked staring up at her.  She rose to her feet again and gasped looking down at me.

 

“You’re absolutely tichty.  You know that don’t you?”  Beth said from a long, long way up.  “I mean look at this.”

 

Beth spread her legs and straddled me.  It wasn’t hard to do, my head was only a little higher than her knees.  Honestly she was twice my height before I expanded her. What the hell was I thinking?  I should’ve been using the wand to make myself bigger.  Still as long as she was there, I took a moment to admire the view.

 

“Yeah, I’m itsy bitsy.  Thanks for rubbing it in.”  I would’ve slapped her rump for a comment like that, but ever since she grew her ass has been out of my reach. 

 

She stepped away and stared back down in unabashed amazement.

 

“You really don’t remember?” she asked.

 

“Apparently not,” I said.

 

“Do you remember being four feet tall?” she asked.

 

“Oh,” I said.  “From the way you’re acting I thought you might’ve shrunk me.  So I used to be four feet tall.  A hell of a lot bigger than this, but I guess I was still really short.”

 

“Actually I shrunk you twice,” she said a little guiltily.

 

“Really?” I asked.  “So was I taller than you?”  I made a joke of it.  The very idea was ridiculous.

 

“No,” she laughed.  “Not that tall.”

 

“So, like 4’9” maybe,” I asked hopefully.  I’d still have been short, but at least I’d have been closer to normal human scale.

 

“Bigger. A lot closer to six,” she said.  Then asked again, “You really can’t remember?”

 

Six feet tall?  Holy crap, that was an entire foot taller than Beth.  That was even taller than Amy!  Hah, but she wouldn’t know that would she.  She thinks she’s been 7’6” all her life.  Just like she thinks she’s always had that stupendous bust line.  Just like I think I’ve always been only 30 inches tall.

 

Man, this was weird.

 

“Tom, honey.  You’ve got to come sit in my lap or something.  I’m going to get a crick in my neck staring down at you,” Beth said.

 

“You could just make me taller.  I bet I’d look great as an eight footer,” I said.

 

“Dream on,” Beth said and scooped me into her arms.

 

She sat us in the living room.  At three times my height I must’ve looked smaller than a baby to her, so this wasn’t at all difficult to do.  She laid me in the crook of one arm with one of her impressive breasts pushing titanically into my side.

 

“So Tommy,” she said looking down.  From the way she was holding her head, I could not say how this was any less of a strain on her neck, but with the warmth of her arm behind my head and the weight of her breast pressing into my body I wasn’t complaining.  “You don’t look like a dwarf.  You look exactly like you old self, only smaller.  Explain that to me.”

 

Beth of course should’ve known this, but I explained it to her anyway.  She was right, I wasn’t a dwarf, nor was I a midget.  Doctors explained that I had a rare genetic disorder.  Isn’t that what they always say: ‘rare’.  As far as I could tell I was the only person ever born with this particular ‘disorder’, but they still called it rare.  I guess doctors just don’t like to walk into the room and say, “I have no freaking idea.”

 

Simply put, I was born small.  Very small.  My mom hadn’t even known she was pregnant.  And after I was born I just never grew much.  Something to do with the pituitary, or something.  I never really cared. There was nothing that could be done about it, so instead of obsessing I just carried on with life. 

 

That’s why I was named Tom, after Tom Thumb. Thanks, mom.

 

“That’s fascinating,” she said.  Beth looked honestly impressed at this old story.  I had told it to her only days after we had first became friends, but whatever she had done with the wand made her forget.  The look on her face said that this was the first time she ever heard it. 

 

I had been twelve and this little Asian girl had bowled me right to the ground as she ran past.  Little to everyone else, gigantic to me.  She helped me back up and instantly became fascinated by my size.  That day she sat with me in lunch.  Five years later we were lovers (man was that scary the first time).  Amy had been friends with Beth before she and I had met, but it was only after I used the wand to make them even taller that she became our lover, too.

 

With one hand she fiddled with the wand, and then holding me sitting in the palm of her hand she asked.  “Can you explain that to me again?”

 

“What, seriously?” I asked looking up into her billboard-sized face.  I was so close, and she was so big that I couldn’t look into both of her eyes at the same time.

 

“Humor me, little guy,” she giggled.

 

“I just told you,” I said.  “Do you want more details, or-“

 

“Pretend I didn’t hear,” she said.  “Humor me, and I’ll let you play on my boobs.”

 

Well that was the best offer I was likely to get all day.  Each of Beth’s boobs were bigger than I was.  She was living proof that more than a handful isn’t a waste…  it’s a challenge.

 

It had all been going normal enough until a little over a year ago when I met that old gypsy lady.  Cliché I know, but there you go.  I didn’t even mean to piss her off.  I saw what looked like two kids beating the living hell out of each other at the edge of this traveling flea market.  I pulled them apart, telling them to just calm the fuck down (being kids- I think I said ‘frick’ instead).  They were either too wild, or maybe they didn’t speak English, but in a moment both of them were crying and screaming like I was trying to pull their legs off.  They were biting me, too.  Little kids have sharp teeth.

 

Quick as a whip this little old woman comes right up into my face.  She definitely wasn’t speaking English.  Under her assault I let go of the kids, who immediately ran behind her skirts, and hands raised in surrender I tried to back away.  But she wasn’t done with me.  She raised what looked like a little perfume bottle and shook it toward me.  Drops of overly sweet smelling solution hit one of my raised arms.  She then spat on the ground in front of me, and grabbing the two kids more fiercely then I ever held them she spun a returned from whence they came.

 

Both of the kids gave me mean, little, knowing looks as they were pulled back to market.

 

I soon found out why.  I started shrinking at the rate of about an inch a week.  I noticed within the first month and went in for a battery of tests.  The doctors called the specialists.  The specialists said that must have contracted some kind of rare disease.  Isn’t that what they always say: ‘rare’.  As far as I could tell I was the only person ever to contract this particular ‘disease’, but they still called it rare.  I guess doctors just don’t like to walk into the room and say, “I have no freaking idea.”

 

When I slipped under five feet I started to get really worried, but thankfully Beth and Amy offered me their help until the docs could find a cure.  When I slipped under four feet, they suggested I move in with them.  I accepted.

 

On moving day there was a knock on my door.  Expecting it to be one of the girls, I opened it.  Outside there was an exotically beautiful gypsy girl.  One of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.  Although I judged her to be shorter than Amy, I was only eye level with the undersides of her breasts.  She stepped into my house and then explained to me, in broken English, what had happened.

 

            The children had been hers, and she understood that I was only trying to help.  That her grandmama was very distrusting of others and strong in the old ways.  That it had taken her weeks to get grandmama to tell her what she did, weeks more to figure out how to undo it, months to find me.  She told me that there was no way to stop the curse, but with the right spells and blessings she would be able to reverse it once it had run its course.

 

            The rest of that day was spent with the young gypsy burning incense, chanting, and waving different fetishes over me.  She often had to consult some old books that she pulled out of her beat up sedan, but she seemed confident with the results.  Every new spell seemed to require that I pull off yet another piece of clothing, so that she could paint a sigil on my skin, or anoint me with different kinds of oil.  Finally I was lying there in only a pair of kid-sized underwear Amy had bought for me the previous week.

 

            When she closed the book she had been reading I thought she was done, but then she tugged on the front of my underpants and pulled them off me.  She took my cock between her fingers and worked me until I was hard.  I remember feeling embarrassed when I saw how small my cock looked in her hand.  Kneeling next to the bed, she preformed the slowest, most luxuriant blowjob I have ever received.  If I live to be a hundred I will never forget the feel of her large full lips sliding slowly, easily up and down my shaft.  In time she brought me to orgasm, but she didn’t stop and in time she brought me there again.  When she finished I didn’t know if that had been part of the spell, or an apology for what I was going through, or just because she wanted to.

 

            I never had told Beth about that particular part, and I didn’t tell her now.

 

            The young gypsy then packed, took my small hand in her large one, gave me a long look, and a slow smile.  I haven’t seen her since.

 

            As she suggested I continue to shrink.  In fact I steadily got shorter for another 32 weeks.  I found someone to sublet my old place and quit my job under weird, but good terms.  Amy and Beth were unbelievably helpful and from time to time one or the other would sneak into my room for a little bump and tickle to cheer me up and otherwise take my mind off my constant diminution.  Plus, I think they kind of got to like it, too. 

 

One night, they both decided to sneak into my room at the same time.  Beth came in her PJ’s.  Amy actually showed up naked.  Thankfully we all got laughing about it.  Very thankful for me.  At the time I was only 21 inches tall.  Laughing turned to playing, and playing turned to sex.  The three of us have been lovers ever since.  Which works out really well for me, because I that meant I always had a tag-team partner for when I got too tired to carry on.

 

I eventually bottomed out at 6 inches, and as promised the next week I began to grow.

 

I guess I should be grateful to the old gypsy woman.  Not only did she bring two wonderful women even closer to me, but she opened my mind to the reality of magic.  I don’t know if I would’ve been so eager to try the wand if I hadn’t already had proof that the magic existed.

 

Of course that was also why I chose not to use it on myself.  Theoretically I could have returned myself to normal size (or bigger- might be nice change of pace), but I was worried about one magic clashing with the other.  So I only had used it on the girls.  Although I still can’t think why I wanted them to be even bigger than they already were.

 

“So how tall are you now?” Beth asked.  She flexed her palm and gave my ass a little squeeze.

 

“Ten inches, as you very well know,” I said,  “and growing!  In two weeks I should be tall enough to date your Barbie dolls.”

 

“Fascinating,” she said.  I had a moment of Deva Vu.

 

“Did you enjoy story time?” I asked.  “Again?”

 

“Immensely,” she answered and gave me another squeeze.

 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to repeat it a third time?  Do I get my reward, now?” I teased.

 

She made a face of disbelief, “You know for a little man, you’ve got a big mouth.”  Beth began to curl her hand around me.  Her pinky finger fell across my lap like a safety harness on a roller coaster.  Her thumb and ring finger pushed into my sides, as her index and middle fingers pushed me forward.

 

“OK. OK,” I laughed.  Hunched and fighting off her over-powering fingers until she eased up.  “Now about those boobs,” I said. 

 

A woman of her word, Beth reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere.  Then easing herself back on the couch she guided me underneath her transparent nightgown.  She quivered with what seemed almost virginal excitement, although we had done it many times before. 

 

There had been many trials to live through as I had steadily shrunk, but this was not one of them.  This was wonderful.  As I got smaller and smaller both Amy’s and Beth curves seemed to get increasingly exaggerated, but nothing compared to now.  When I rocketed Beth from flat to buxom in the course of a minute I created a whole new landscape for myself.  Instead of the waterbed-like gentle swells I had grown used to, Beth’s breasts had blossomed into small hills. 

 

I shrugged out of the Barbie pajamas I had been wearing.  Glad to get them off me, really.  They were still many sizes too big, and scratchy to boot.  Naked, I threw myself toward the huge mound of Beth’s left breast.  It shifted and then I rode out the reactive waves and sways caused by my initial collision.  Funny how she couldn’t remember being flat chested.  Come to think of it, I should get around to enlarging Amy’s breasts again, too.

 

“Ooh!” The giantess cried as I pressed my entire body into her sensitive skin.  My hard cock pushing into the curving slope of flesh.  She let me have my way with her for a moment and then shrugged her shoulder.  This caused a minor boob-quake that sent me tumbling to the valley between her breasts.  Before I could fully rise to my feet, she had grabbed one immense tit in each hand and squeezed me between them.  I struggled, because she’d wanted me to, but there was no hope of escape.  Eventually she let me go and I assailed her right breast instead.

 

“You know,” she half giggled, half gasped. “If I can’t remember the changes you make with the wand and you can’t remember the changes I make…  This could get real confusing, real fast.”

 

I stood tip-toe on Beth’s breast bone laying on my stomach across the rising curve of her breast.  With my arms outstretched I just managed to reach her swollen nipple.  To me it was larger and fatter than a soup can.  Eager fingers of both my hands encircled it, and then began rhythmically squeezing for all I was worth.  Almost fifteen away a loud moan burst out of Beth’s lips.

 

“Why?” I asked.  “What have you changed about me?”

 

Part 9 – Pictures of You

 

         Seeing is believing.  At least its supposed to be, but if I hadn’t witnessed the wand’s power in the first person I would seriously doubt the photographs I held in my hand.

 

            “So this is why you’ve been such a shutter bug recently,” Amy said flipping through her own stack of pics.  “And here I thought you were just trying to make a portfolio for Playtime Magazine.”

 

Amy was spending a lot longer than on each example then you normally would when perusing someone else’s vacation photos.  Lingering so long on some that I doubted she would ever move on.

 

“The hard part was holding onto them so they wouldn’t change every time I used the wand,” Beth admitted.  “I eventually had to start stuffing them in a backpack.”  In testimony, Beth’s cute little teddy bear back pack was absolutely filled to bursting with white bordered Polaroids.

 

            “Glad I could teach you a few tricks,” I said.

 

            “Yeah, that and using the wand to create more film for the camera,” Beth smiled down at me.  “Amongst others.”

 

            “It’s weird,” Amy said.  “I have no memory of you using the wand at all.”

            “I was subtle,” Beth grinned.  “Not like Tom and his early pull-a-rabbit-out-of-a-hat routine.”

 

            “And we’re really back to normal now?” Amy asked looking around.  It was a good question.  I remember being six feet tall all my life, which seemed normal enough, but I was holding photographic evidence that I had also been dozens of heights in the last couple days. 

 

            “As normal as can be,” Beth smiled.  I wanted to disagree, but didn’t bother.  Thanks to my previous tinkering with the wand, Beth and Amy (and every other woman on the planet) were still 50% taller than they should’ve been.  Well, maybe ‘should’ve been’ was too judgmental- how about ‘used to be’.  I was getting pretty comfortable with them being this size.

 

            “That is, unless Tom’s done something.  Gone and waved his magic wand,” Beth teased.  Upon declaring us ‘normal’ (but how would I know) Beth had handed the wand back to me.  It was an act of faith that lent substantial credibility to her words.

 

            “I haven’t changed a thing,” I said.  And then waggling a finger up at the towering Asian I warned, “But that wasn’t your brightest move.  Handing me back the wand along with photographic evidence of how you’ve used and abused me.”

 

            “Oh you were soooo not abused.  I believe you had multiple uhm… exclamations as to just how much you were enjoying the experience.”

 

            “I’m just saying, don’t be surprised if you wake up inside my pants some morning.”

 

            In answer, she simply bent and kissed the top of my head.  Her thrusting bosom bounced into my face as she straightened.

 

“Oops,” she said lightly covering her mouth.   Despite Beth’s exclamation, it had not been an accident.  An assumption further enhanced when her strong arms gently held me close to her body.  Leaving my head nuzzled between her magnificent breasts.

 

Since the average height of women had exceeded 8 feet, they no longer had to worry about unwanted advances from men (those advances might still happen, and they might still be unwanted, but women didn’t really need to worry about them anymore). A wonderful side effect of this was that Women’s fashions showed a lot more skin than I was used to.  So when Beth ‘innocently’ bumped her breast into my face, skin met skin. The only way she could’ve increased the contact would’ve been if she were completely naked. 

 

Now that I was nestled between them, it was like a short cut to Heaven.  When I turned my head to look up at her.  My vision was slightly tunneled and partially eclipsed on either side by her tanned orbs.

 

            “You’ve got the power.  Do what you want,” she smiled, “but here I thought we were just the right size for each other.”

 

“Hmph,” Said a voice from directly behind me, “And here I was thinking that this was even better.”

 

Amy’s lightly freckled hand slid a picture in front of my eyes and Beth eased her grip so that we could both look at it.  The image featured myself standing in the center of the frame.  It was obviously a self-portrait, taken by holding the camera at arm’s length and firing blind.  I was shirtless and only visible from the waist up, so perhaps I was even naked.  An assumption enforced by the nudity of the other two subjects in the picture.  Behind my head and slightly above were two organic triangles.  One a wispy black on a field of rich tan, the other full and red on lightly freckled alabaster.  Below four long, strong legs extended down and out of frame.  At the very top of the picture the soft divots of two belly buttons.

 

The picture was a window into a world where either the girls had both been enlarged even further, or (and this was much more likely) I was somewhere shy of four feet tall.

 

“Oh yes,” Beth purred.  “That was a particularly enjoyable height.  That’s probably why I kept you that size for a week or so.”

 

“A week?!” I gasped. 

 

“Really?” Amy purred.  “That must’ve been quite a week.  Muff diving on command.”  The Amazonian redhead gently ran a finger across the crotch of her hip hugging jeans.

 

“Was it just me,” I asked. “Or did you shrink the whole male population.”

 

“Just you,” Beth smiled, bent, and kissed me on the nose.  “Cause you’re special.” She laughed.

 

“Well that’s humiliating,” I said.

 

Beth snatched the picture away from me and gave it a close inspection.

 

“Funny,” she said.  “You don’t look humiliated.  I’d say you look quite content.”

 

Amy tugged the photo out of Beth’s hand.  “Ecstatic even,” she said.  “And if that was humiliating, then what was this.  Or this.  Or this.”

 

            A parade of pictures began marching in front of my eyes.  In each picture I was smaller than the picture before.  Most of them in taken in the middle of fairly intimate relations.  It was as if the incredible shrinking man was into amateur porn.

 

            Pic 14: Amy leans back against a wall.  Her mouth is slightly open, bearing her teeth, and her eyes are closed.  She’s nude.  I’m standing between her spread legs with my hands over my head, digitally pleasuring her.  At best I stand mid thigh height when compared to her, but I suspect I was even shorter than that.  I’m on tip toe and its still a good stretch to reach her pussy.

 

            Pic 32: Beth holds me in her arms like a baby, but I don’t look much like one.  With my adult physique I might be a similar length, but proportionately I’m much thinner.  My musculature fully developed.  Her breasts are enormous and probably weigh more than I do, and she’s playfully squeezing me into them.  I’ve managed to wrap a hand around one stiff nipple to ward her off, but make no mistake- its futile gesture. Beth clearly holds all the cards.  We’re both candidly laughing.

 

            Pic 34: Beth is nude and on her knees (I know, sounds like a good start).  I’m standing front of her facing the camera.  I’m so small that my head does not quite reach the under curve of either breast.  My hands are raised with one hand planted on the underside of each mammoth boob.  I’m pushing up for all I’m worth like a human wonder bra. Obviously I’m having a great time, but the strained expression on my face is no joke either.  There’s a reason they call girls with Beth’s dimensions top-heavy.  Whuf.

 

            Pic 48: I think I took this picture.  It features Beth and Amy, and I’m not in it at all.  They loom above the camera like nude titans.  Honestly it’s a picture that anyone could fake simply by lowering a camera to the floor.  I knew our picture wasn’t.  I couldn’t even tell you how tall I was when the picture was taken- tall enough to still manipulate a camera, but no longer strong enough to lift it off the ground.

 

            Pic 54: I’m floating on my back basking in the sunlight on a field of tan.  My arms making a ‘T’ shape.  The picture is close enough that my legs are cropped at the knees, my arms at the elbow.

 

            Pic 55:  Same as Pic 54 only pulled farther back.  I’m lying on top of Beth who, in turn, is laying on her back.  My head stops short of her collar bone, my feet fall inches short of her pubic hair. In truth, they barely extend past her naval. My spread arms lightly cup the swell of the upper curve of her gigantic breasts.  Beth’s areolas are the size of my head.  We appear to be outside, but I couldn’t say where.  The bright sun has caused Beth to don a pair of dark glasses, her skin is shiny with tanning oil.  Beth’s thick, wine colored lips are lightly puckered into a sleepy smile. 

 

Pic 59: Standing in Amy’s palm looks a bit tricky.  I look a little too big to comfortably find my balance.  Nevertheless that’s exactly what I’m dong.  I’m also completely nude and Amy is jerking me off, squeezing my penis between her thumb and forefinger.

 

            Pic 79: This picture feels very familiar, but I can’t immediately place it.  Instead of the normal candid shots, this one is a posed vignette. Amy stands in the bedroom wearing only a modest white bra and small towel wrapped around her hips, also white.  She’s facing the camera, bending slightly from the waist.  Her left arm pulled back almost, but not quite, resting on her hip.  Her other hand is held low and in front of her.  Its an awkward position, really.  A vamped pose for the camera that focuses attention on that arm without said arm blocking the audience’s view of any of her ‘good bits’.  Her face is fusion of power and desire, mixed with a intimidation.  She’s staring airily down her nose at the object clutched in her hand.  That object, of course, is my doll sized body.  In the photo I’m feigning unconsciousness. 

 

            Pic 101: From the angle of the photo you can tell camera is being held by Amy.  The view is forced perspective shot down the length of her nude body.  Her small breasts further minimized by the fact that she is lying on her back.  Amy’s legs are spread and I’m standing between them, only just tall enough to see my face above the mound of her mons pubis.  One of my arms is raised above my head and I’m flashing the ‘sign of the devil’ toward the camera.  My tongue is stuck out in a mock-rocker salute.

 

Pic 151: A half dressed Amy is assisting as I take a shower in the sink.  The thing that makes this picture so weird is that it looks like a standard morning ritual.  I’m showering, and Amy’s brushing her teeth (luckily for me it’s a side by side sink system). I don’t want to say that either Amy or me look bored, exactly, but this is obviously something we’ve done before.  She is even looking right at the camera sporting a ‘what the hell are you doing taking a picture when I’m brushing my teeth’ expression.

 

Pic 169: I’m even smaller.  I sit cupped in Amy’s slender hand.  She’s holding me to her chest.  I’m holding her nipple in my hands and looking up toward her face.  To me it’s at least half again as large as a gallon of paint.

 

Pic 184: Now its Beth’s breast filling most of the frame.  I’m kneeling on top of her and squeezing her nipple for all its worth.  It seems to be the size of a five gallon bucket of paint, but I can’t tell whether I’m smaller, or Beth’s nipple is just that much bigger than Amy’s.

 

Pic 193: I’m standing thigh deep in Amy’s red pubic hair.  Facing away from the camera and looking over her mons at what must the biggest pussy I’d ever seen.

 

Pic 194: Now I’m in standing directly in front of Amy’s vaginal lips.  Although it’s too close to see, Amy must have her legs spread to allow Beth to get between them with the camera.  The shot is obviously staged.  I’m standing almost comically straight with my back against Amy’s pussy.  With one hand I’m drawing a line from the top of my head to Amy’s silken folds.  In the same way people do when they’re marking their height off on a wall.  For the record, Amy’s pussy has about a foot on me.

 

Pic 195: Amy’s hand descends from off frame.  From the perspective she must be holding the camera.  She’s descended and grabbed a healthy handful Beth’s beautiful ass.  I’m in the shot, but blurry, as if I had just rolled out from under Amy’s descending fingers.  Either that or the simple act of grabbing Beth’s rump had the effect of an earthquake to me.

 

Pic 197: Amy’s lips, now longer than my entire body, pucker and are caught in the middle of placing a gentle peck on my head.  Beth’s in shot, too- or at least part of her is.  I’m balanced on Beth’s breast.  Sitting, in fact, atop her three-foot nipple.

 

Pic 198: Its another a photo of Beth’s erect nipple, but now I’m standing next to it and only a smidgen taller.

 

Pic 200:  The final picture in Beth’s set (yes, there were a lot, a lot of pictures).  I’ve been moved to Amy’s breast.  I’m actually standing on top of Amy’s pale pink nipple.  My arms are raised high in victory… and no wonder, it must’ve been quite a climb.  Its an easy fifteen foot drop off of the pink plateau.  I can only guess at my size in the picture, but I find it hard to imagine the reality where I could possibly be that small.  How did our memories change to tie that together?  Was I always a quarter inch tall?  How did they talk with me, or even see me?  Many, many questions.

 

“Now that,” Amy said tapping the image of my tiny form atop her towering nipple, “is totally hot!”

 

“And totally impossible,” I declared.  “How could anyone possibly be that small?”

 

“I know,” Beth smiled, “but it happened.  I’m pretty sure that you weren’t that small all the time.  You had taken an experimental reducing compound, or something.  It only lasted a couple of hours, but I really can’t remember exactly.  Forgive me if it all starts to blur together a bit, its been a long couple of months.”

 

“Months?!?” Amy and I said at the same time.

 

“Yes, months.  You still have memories from the last couple months don’t you?”

 

I did. I had distinct memories of a long time spent with Amy and Beth in the world of Amazons.  A very sexually stimulating ride, but one in which I was consistently six foot.  I remember that Beth has had the wand in her possession for most of that time, but I don’t remember her doing anything with it.  She was just holding onto it so I couldn’t make any other modifications.

 

My recall was telling me that she had pretty much clued into what (if not the extent) I had changed things, and didn’t want me changing them back anytime soon.  She had obviously done more- much more.  By being discreet about the wand’s usage there would’ve been no tangible clue for Amy or I to notice.  And once things had changed they felt like they had always been that way.  No matter how much things change the reality of those affected painted a very plausible context.  Now that I’ve stood on the business side of the wand I’ve discovered that memory can be a tricky thing indeed.

 

Still, it seemed odd to think that I hadn’t, or couldn’t notice any changes.

 

It was like trying to wrap your mind around the sky.  On one hand it was easy. The basic image is simple to comprehend-  field of blue, maybe some fluffy white blobs, hang a glowing ball in the corner.  Any child could draw it.  On the other hand it was impossible.  When you really stare up you see how its always changing, and there are colors you never dreamed of.  Altering subtly from second to second, and so deep you could lose yourself in it.  A master couldn’t dream of capturing it.

 

“That wand can do damn near anything!” Beth smiled.

 

In retrospect it was silly of me to believe she wouldn’t have used the wand.  How could she resist?

 

“You know, in a way, our memories of what happened are more real than yours,” I said.  “No matter what you altered, the whole world remembers it that way things are now. The whole world except you.”

 

“That may be,” Beth said, “but my version is more fun.”

 

“I don’t know, Beth,” Amy said, “From my standing it’s been a exceptionally thrilling couple of months.”

 

Now that Amy said it out loud, I realized that she was right.  Even though I couldn’t directly pick up on any differences the wand had made, there had been a lot little things.  All of it centered around Beth.   She had been acting funny off and on for weeks, and sexually charged.  So much so that her mood had been infectious.  It had been day after day of the best sex I’d ever had.  Nor was that opinion mine alone.  Amy had been mentioning it to me just the other day.  Almost like Beth was seeing everyday through fresh, virginal eyes.

 

Hmmm.  So maybe some things do carry over.  At least a little. 

 

Watch the wand wielder.

 

“You know,” Amy teased, “I still say you should’ve left Tommy a couple feet shorter.  It’s not like he’d have remembered being taller, and we could’ve reaped the advantages.”  As she spoke she lightly outlined her crotch and threw me a wink.

 

“Amy, you’re such a slut.  I swear, I think you like tongues more than cocks,” Beth laughed.

 

“I like both, thank you very much.” Amy retorted.  “But you should be the last to complain.  Last time I checked you had one, but not the other.”

 

“So you really think I should’ve permanently shrunk Tom?” Beth raised her eyebrows.

 

Put to the test, Amy balked slightly. “Well maybe not permanently.  I was just trying to give him easy access,” Amy said. “A little in-your-face action.”

 

Amy hands drew a long line down her taut tummy and began to unbutton the front of her jeans.

 

“I get plenty of action already,” I drew a line from my eye to Amy’s bustline.  It was more or less level.  Well, truthfully, it was more of an upward slope.  Eight foot three is pretty damn tall.

 

            Amy shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. “You’d settle for boobs when I’m offering you pussy.”

 

            “I admit- both are quiet enjoyable, but I think I’ll stick with the view from six feet.  This is about all the in-your-face I can handle.”

 

            “Oh, Tommy, but you’re already so short would it hurt you to be a little shorter?” Amy asked, mussing up my hair.  Having your hair mussed was something you got used to in a world of eight foot women.

 

            “I wouldn’t be commenting on anyone’s relative shortness just yet, Red,” Beth said.  She had been rummaging through her backpack and pulled out a final bundle of pictures.  A bundle she had obviously been saving for last.

 

            Although much fewer than the main set, there were still wide variety of shots.  Some taken by hand and others set by remote.  All of them fascinating.

 

            The first was a simple line up against the wall.  Amy was first standing tall and straight, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms.  Her small perky breasts stood high on her chest, but at eight foot three inches tall those ‘small’ breasts were still a healthy handful.  At seven and a half feet, Beth came second.  Unlike Amy, Beth was completely nude (Beth was nude in a surprising large number of pictures she appeared in).  Her tan Asian features smiling mischievously, her grandiose Double or Triple D’s jutting triumphantly off her curvy frame.  To the far left, I came in a distant third at only six feet tall, a full 18 inches shorter than Beth who was considered ‘petite’ by current standards.  Dressed in a pair of comfortable looking jeans, but no shirt, I looked pleased but lightly confused at the impromptu photo op.

 

            “Yeah.  So.  You’ve got really big tits,” Amy said looking at the picture.  “I already knew that.  I thank god for it every night before I go to bed.  What’s the big-”

 

            But Amy was cut off as Beth handed her the next picture.  It should’ve been the same picture, but it most definitely wasn’t.  It was still a line up, but Beth was now the tallest of us.  Amy was running a not so distant second at only six foot nine inches tall.  Nine inches shorter than Beth rather than nine inches taller.

 

            Amy’s eyes popped wide.  That is to say that they popped wide in real life.  In the picture she didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary.

 

            “I’m so tiny,” Amy stated.  “How could you make me so tiny?”

 

            “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Beth told the shocked red-head and then handed her another photo.

 

            Where as she had started farthest on the right in the first picture, Amy was now solidly on the left.  At a meager 5’3” she was clearly the shortest of us.  In fact, she was now nine inches shorter than me.  Even shorter than her ‘real’ height.

 

            “That’s obscene,” Amy gasped.

 

            “Oh really?” Beth asked.  “Better steel yourself because there’s more.”

 

            Amy almost faints as the next photo is paraded in front of her eyes.  Blushing red and redder she first looks away and then snatches the pic out of Beth’s hands to stare more intently.  Never quite at ease with the image portrayed before her eyes, Amy winds up alternately looking and then flipping the image away from herself at an increasing rate.  In a matter of moments, she’s all but fanning herself with the Polaroid.

 

            “I-I-I- I don’t know… I never would’ve thought I-“ She stuttered out.  “Its really a bit much.”

 

            “Well… Share with the rest of the class.” Beth told her.

 

            Amy hurriedly pushed the photo into my hands and then watched for my reaction.  I hope she was pleased by what she saw.  I know I was.

 

            In the picture Amy can’t be more than nine inches tall.  She’s sweaty.  She’s disheveled.  She’s naked… and she’s straddling my cock.  From the angle of my hips and the pull of gravity, I can assume that I must be standing.  The tiny red head has her legs wrapped around my shaft with her heels gently pushing into my balls.  She’s hunched over the bulbous head of my penis and is caught in the abandon of mid-lick. 

 

            My groin immediately stirred with the implied memory of the event.  Ride’em cowboy.

 

            “You could’ve gone a bit more incremental, Beth.  That was a real shock.” 

 

            “Yeah,” Beth admitted.  “But damn sexy.”

 

            There are a multitude of shrunken Amy pictures (although not as many as the shrunken Tom pictures).

 

            Some are amazingly pornographic:  An Amy shown to be only a little taller than three feet holds my seemingly giant erection in both hands.  Sensuously failing to stretch her tiny lips wide enough to fit its swollen head inside her mouth.

 

            Others are surprising ‘normal’: A fully clothed five foot Amy has just been lifted, giggling, off the ground by fully clothed image of myself.  This would’ve been perfectly normal by my reckoning, but to an eight foot Amazon it must seem terribly wrong to see herself so easily man-handled.

 

            And other equally interesting pictures:  Amy’s shown reduced to Barbie doll stature.  I know this for a fact because there is a nude Barbie doll posed beside her.  Amy is likewise nude (though far more anatomically correct).  She is obviously a little daunted by the doll.  Lightly biting her bottom lip and looking somewhat self-consciously toward the doll’s dramatically larger bustline.

 

In the next shot nothing has changed except the size of Amy’s chest.  She now matches the doll in proportions.  Upon her face is a pleasant, but hungry look of competition.  As if she is truly eager to match her dimensions against Barbie.

 

Yet another shows Amy obviously outclassing Barbie in the boob department.  By comparison the doll looks positively flat-chested.  Despite being less than 12 inches tall, Amy’s body language all but glows with power and confidence.  The look she casts at Barbie is almost dismissive.

 

The funny thing is that at that height Amy’s chest was technically smaller than it ever had been.  Her breasts couldn’t have been much larger than ping pong balls.  Of course to the doll-sized redhead they would’ve been bigger than basketballs.

 

“Finally, someone gives me tits and I’m too small to do anything with them!  You could’ve left me stacked when you grew me back.  Why’d you have to shrink them again, Beth?” Current, eight foot, flat-chested Amy questioned.

 

            “Be thankful I didn’t leave you with those twin cannons.  At full size I doubt you could’ve stood up.”

 

            Amy looked longingly at the micro/ultra buxom version of herself in the Polaroid.

 

            “Maybe,” Amy admitted, “but I would’ve had fun trying.”

 

Part 10 – Amy’s Turn

 

            “Alright,” Amy smiled, “Gimme!”

 

She thrusted a hand toward mine and snatched the wand out of my grasp.  I reached for it, but she simply raised her arm over her head, instantly winning the game of keep-a-way before it even got started.  To my credit I only made one futile leap for the wand before conceding her victory.

 

            She was bigger than me.  She was stronger than me.  Over the past few months I still hadn’t gotten used to that.

 

            “Sorry, Twerp,” she said.  “We’ve had this wand for months and despite promises to the contrary, I can still barely fill an A-cup.”

 

            She gestured to her small perky breasts (if anything can be said to be ‘small’ on an eight foot amazon).

 

            “I waited more than long enough, and if you two won’t do good by me, then I’m just going to have to do myself.”

 

            “So to speak,” I commented.

 

            “I’ve been jealous of Beth my whole life,” Amy grinned.  “It’s about time that I leveled the playing field.”

 

            Beth gestured toward her own enormously thrusting bustline and then to Amy’s drastically smaller boobs.

 

 “Normally when you ‘level’ something it means to smooth or flatten it out.  I’m pretty sure you mean the exact opposite.”

 

            “Don’t tempt me.”  Amy brandished the wand with mock-aggression toward Beth’s chestilogical area.  Beth giggled and protectively cupped her breasts.  When Amy turned away Beth stuck her pink tongue out in the redhead’s general direction.

 

            “Are you forgetting how tall you are?” I joked. “If you get as big as Beth, from down here I might never see your face again.”

 

            “Aw, poor baby.  You’ll just have to make sure to line up right between them.”  Amy shimmied her way next to me.  Playfully resting her hands on my shoulders she pushed her hips directly, but gently, into my ribs.  It might have been my imagination, but I swear I could feel the heat of her crotch even through our clothes.  She looked down her long, lean body and into my face.

 

            “Every mountain has a valley.”

 

            At her suggestion I could almost see the phantom breasts rising off her chest framing her face between their feminine contours.

 

            “Of course,” I smiled, “With a shirt pulled tight between them is going to turn that valley in the Great Wall of Amy, and then I’m back to square one.”

 

            “Then I’ll just have to get naked,” she promised.

 

            “Well,” I sighed, “you’ve squelched all my arguments.  I won’t stop you.”

 

            “Like you could,” she snickered.  Then held the wand in a business-like fashion, and that business was pointing right at her own breasts.

 

            “Amy, wait!” Beth said.  I didn’t see why Beth was resisting this, I didn’t see any problems with Amy developing her bustline.  In fact, I was quite taken by the idea.  Fair’s fair, it had been months and Amy had yet to have a turn, maybe Beth just didn’t want to share the big breasted spotlight.

 

            “Too late,” Amy declared.  The tip of the long metal cylinder began to glow from within.  Almost like an electric stove top, only faster… and purple.  A moment later Amy was enveloped in a pale violet radiance.

 

            When the luminescence faded she appeared unchanged, but then that’s exactly how the wand worked.  I waited a moment to determine if  I could perceive something happening.  Of course, I couldn’t- so I tried to open my mind to the possibility that what I remembered wasn’t necessarily what was.  This tactic didn’t narrow the field down very much when looking for changes, but at least it put you in an open mind to expect and accept them when you were told about them.

 

            Beth and I waited expectantly, but strangely it appeared that Amy was doing the same.

 

            “So what happened,” Beth asked.

 

            Amy patted herself down.  Upon reaching her breasts, she gave a thorough tactile investigation.  The spectacle started to get a distinctive rise out of me, but Amy’s lips turned down in a dissatisfied frown.

 

            “Nothing,” she said slightly confused.

 

            “What do you mean nothing?”

 

            “Just that,” she stuck a finger in the neck of her shirt and peered down her top.  “Nothing.”

 

            “Are you screwing with us,” Beth asked.  “You know that you’re the only one who can remember how things were before.”

 

            “I’m not screwing with anything, it didn’t work.”

 

            “It always worked for me,” I said helpfully.

 

            “Oh my god, did you shrink your tits?” Beth accused.  “Were you big like me?  Why the hell would you even want smaller boobs?” She was laughing now. “If your back was hurting you should’ve just strengthened your back muscles.”

 

            “I didn’t shrink my tits!” Amy declared with an exasperated tone.  “I was trying to do exactly the opposite!  I told you, it didn’t work.”

 

            “Why?” I wondered.

 

            “I knew using it on yourself was a bad idea,” Beth stated. “You probably gave yourself itty bitty titties and now none of us can remember the way things were.”

 

            “Jeez, Beth, if you’re so obsessed with my tiny tits maybe you should- OH!”

 

            Suddenly the wand flared to life and a looping organic line arced out of its tip.  It literally curved around me and then enveloped Beth in its glow. Her more than abundant curves seemed to be a little less so.  Did I say ‘abundant’?  Sure Beth was a little chesty (especially for an Asian) but really, you’d hardly call her buxom.  Average really.

 

            Beth grabbed her deflating breasts as if to protect them from some invisible thief.  Deflating?  That was a weird choice of words.  Beth didn’t have a lot to deflate.  Next to her, Amy looked positively top-heavy.

 

“Amy, how dare you!” Beth yelled.           

 

Something was definitely amiss, but what, exactly, I wasn’t sure.  After a awkward pause Beth continued.

 

            “You know how sensitive I am about the size of my breasts.”

 

            “Or lack thereof,” Amy teased.

 

            “Hah. Hah.” Beth grumped, folding her arms across her flat chest.  “You’re not all that big yourself.” 

 

            “Bigger than you,” Amy’s grin stretched ear to ear.

 

            “Big accomplishment,” Beth said.  The finger of one hand drew a lazy circle in the air in mocking tribute.

 

            “At least I can get it to work,” said Amy.  “Just not on me.”

 

            “Wait,” said Beth.  “What did you-“

 

            Another flick of the wrist and the wand burst to life again.  Beth reflexively tried to block the beam, but to no avail.

 

            “Hey,” Beth complained.

 

            “I guess I’m just picking on you because I’m jealous of how tall you are,” Amy smiled.

 

            “Wha- I’m not… not… tall…” Beth’s voice trailed off slightly confused.

 

            Beth was standing slightly behind me and based on the look that slid across Amy’s face something was obviously happening, but when I turned around Beth was the same 9 foot girl she had been for the past few months.  She’d always been tall.  At six foot, she and I saw eye to eye even before I used the wand to further augment her size.

 

            “I mean, yeah, for a ‘delicate Asian flower’ I am kinda freakish big,” she admitted- but not without a smile.

 

            The wand waved again, “Oh, you’re being too modest,” Amy chided.  “You’re not just tall for an Asian.  You’re tall for a Swede.  You’re taller than any woman I can even think of.  I wouldn’t be surprised with you were the tallest woman in the whole freaking world.”

 

            Beth seemed to stretch her neck and shoulders before responding.  Maybe she was just straightening to her full height, but it for a minute it looked like she was growing.  But then again, Beth was so tall that she recreated that illusion every time she stood up.

 

            “No, I’m not.  That’s Sandy Allen.  She’s 11’5”.  A full 6 inches taller than me.” Beth admitted.  “I think I might be the tallest woman with ‘normal’ proportions, but there’s no record book for that.  I guess its too abstract a concept.”

 

“Normal?”

 

“You know, when you look at most tall people, they really look tall, but I’ve the proportions of a much smaller woman.”

 

            “Except for your boobs,” Amy chided,  “which are even smaller than that.”

 

            “Hah.  Hah,” Beth retorted.  “You’re lucky I’m flat chested.  I’m so damn big that if I had anything at all up top, I’d be too much to handle.  You guys would sprain your wrists. Especially, little Tommy.” She smiled down at me from very near the ceiling.

 

            It was true.  Even a modest B-cup on Beth would be a D on Amy and G+ (G for ‘ginoromous’) on any woman closer to my height.  And size would be the least of my troubles, instead think: elevation.  I’d need a step ladder to reach them, and who has the time for that.  Beth’s pussy was so close to eye-level that it wasn’t worth arguing about, and it kept me plenty busy.  Have you ever gone down on a woman when you’re standing up?

 

            You don’t know what you’re missing.

 

I had always been fascinated with her height, even before I made her (and the rest of woman-kind) even taller.  After a lifetime of  standing eye-to-nipple with her, I decided eye-to-pussy might make for a nice change.  Honestly, I think it was my experience with Beth that made me so comfortable with transforming her entire gender into amazons.  How’s that commercial go? 

 

‘I liked it so much, I bought the company.’

 

…or something like that.  I think you can see the allegory.  Now even the average woman is taller than Beth used to be and Beth is a literal giantess.  And don’t think that she hasn’t appreciated her new elevation.  The wand might keep her from realizing that anything has changed, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t tell how happy she’s been.  These days I’ve noticed that, around me, Beth’s been in the habit of wearing short skirts and no panties… and she’s perpetually finding things that need to be picked up off the ground.  The apartment floors have never been cleaner, and in turn I show my appreciation of her tidiness with the occasional kiss on the lips.

 

“This is fun,” Amy said, interrupting my thoughts.  “Almost addicting, really.”

 

She was eyeing me now, wand held loosely in her hand.  I figured that she had already altered several things, but I couldn’t quite figure out what.  I wondered if I had always been this short.

 

“So what did you change?” I asked.

 

“A coupla things,” She admitted.  “So, Tommy, lets talk about genetics.”

 

“What about them?”

 

“Well, I’ve been thinking about how much I love how little men are.  You’re all strong and buff, but you’re so teensy that the average woman- even one who’s never done a single push-up- is still more than a match for you.  Especially in the sack.”

 

A burbling sense of doom rose inside me.  Well, maybe ‘doom’ is too strong a word.  How about, Mock-doom.

 

            “You’re going to make me smaller aren’t you?”

 

            “You wanna be smaller?” Amy smiled, “I can make you smaller.”  She brandished the wand purposefully in my direction.

 

            “Don’t you dare,” Beth interjected.  “Tom’s the perfect height.”

 

            This made the red-head throw back her head and laugh.

 

            “I was just kidding,” she laughed.  “No, seriously.  You’ve got me all wrong.  I’m saying that I love how tiny men are in every way… except one.  Beth certainly knows what I’m talking about.”

 

            As the giant girl caught on her eyes went wide, her cheeks went flush.

 

            “Look at us,” Amy grabbed the bottom of Beth’s mini skirt and flipped it up to her waist.  As per usual Beth was wearing no panties.  The room was treated to a quick but telling display of her immaculately groomed bush, and a hint of lovely lips beneath.  Accompanied by an indignant squawk, Beth playfully shoved Amy away and covered herself.

 

            “That’s one big pussy,” Amy said pointing at Mai’s protective hands.

 

            “Hey!” Beth proclaimed.

 

            “And, no offense, Tom, but really?  Six inches?  That’s the best you could do?”

 

            “Hey!” I proclaimed.  “I’m no porn star, but I measure seven plus!”

 

            “I was talking about men as a whole, love,” she giggled.  “I know that you’re *so* much bigger than average, but as long as you bring it up- Six.  Seven…”

 

“-and a half,” I interjected.

 

Amy rolled her eyes, “-and a half,” she allowed.  “Big whoop.  Little details like that might impress other guys (ew), but to us women-folk the difference is hardly noticeable.”

 

            I blushed, strangely embarrassed.  “You never complained before,” I said a little sulky.

 

            “That’s because what men lack in girth, they- or as least you- make up for in vigor and dedication.  Truly, I have no complaints,” she paused.  “Look to the larger picture, I’m questioning nature’s plan.  Why equip women with a sheath fit for a sword, and then only arm the men with pocketknives.  Seems a waste.”

 

            “Great metaphor,” I grumbled sarcastically.  “So you’re saying…”

 

            “I’m saying,” she said leveling the wand at my crotch, “I’m gonna grow you a new leg.”